#when i sent that ask i imagined them using a camcorder

[swordluck]

⚘ @flash-sweat // cont.

Shyness cracked like a shell under the greedy press of her hips.  Anri clenched – deliberate, distracting – banishing all concern for the unblinking, bead-eye of the phone’s lens. 

Laurentius was so good to indulge her, so good to play pornstars, so good to send his hand skirting along her spine, so good to tangle his fingers in her hair.  It was a show of strength that had gooseflesh rising along her flanks, her back arching, her nipples pebbling.  Eyelids heavy, the smoky scent of the man behind her filling her lungs, Anri obediently lifted her head, facing him in the pool of glass – and then he told her she was a good girl.

“Ohmygod, yes, yes I am,” the words shot from her, though he had spoken a statement rather than a question.  “I want to be so good for you.”

Laurentius looked beautiful – he always did – but now he was behind her, over her.  Any remaining uncertainty had bled from the edges of his face, his focus narrowing onto her like a spotlight.  Yes, let him look, let him see.  No need for stolen glimpses over her shoulder this time, no frantic, fractured seconds of craved eye contact.  Now he could watch, see that every time his pelvis connected with her rear, it sent a ripple running through her, jiggling her backside, jostling her breasts.  Now she could watch, see that each impact reverberated through him too, over his abdomen, all the way to pectorals.

Anri stared, lust-eyed, her pink lips parting as a moan hollowed out her throat, watching as Laurentius pistoned into the place where her body split open like overripe fruit.  Just as sweet, just as juicy.  It almost shamed her how wet she was, how quickly their joining had become a sticky mess, her slick shining on her thighs – on him, beading in his dark curls, dampening his balls as they slapped her folds, striking head into her hooded peak.  It was loud in the quiet of her bedroom, and it was captured on camera – on camera.  Wicked thoughts took hold, and she imagined him alone, watching their movie back, his fist a blur over his length.  Better yet, her mouth wrapped around him while his phone hovered inches from his face, blue light burning in his hazel eyes.

No need for idle daydreams, not now, not in a present that blistered her with its intensity.

“I’m so wet,” she whined then, as if he couldn’t hear and feel it for himself.  Anri watched in the mirror as her flush deepened, sweeping over her cheeks and chest and thighs in a rosy tide.  Her next cry was an unintelligible slurry of sounds that poured from her as Laurentius picked up the pace.  Pale hands gripped the bedsheets in earnest, and she pushed back into every roll of his hips.  Every so often, the angle of his thrusts would plant bruising kisses to some soft, sensitive spot inside of her, the sensation hanging stars in the backs of her eyes.  Close, closer still.  The sound of Laurentius’ skin slapping against hers drowned out the phone, the room, fading them from existence, until all she could focus on was the push and pull of him inside her.  

“I’m yours,” she bleated, a happy whimper bubbling in her throat.  “Your girl – yours.”  

Ever a fanciful creature, she imagined that Laurentius had carved a place in her, that she was moulded to his contours, made to fit him and him alone.  Whatever sins the church branded her with were washed away by him, unseen wounds healed by his hands.  He was all that was holy and good, and he was going to make her come.  The edge snuck up on her like the tide, a violent rush that had her locking up in his grip, startled – crushed under a sudden wave of shyness, an animal urge to hide.  

Closing her eyes, Anri wilted, sinking towards the bed, meaning to bury her face in the crumpled sheets.  Laurentius did not allow it.  Still holding her hair, his hand tightened into a tender fist.  He kept her from falling, his meaning ringing clear even without the feverish no, don’t that slipped through his gritted teeth.  At that, her desire boiled over, and she never lowered her eyes from his, not even when she squealed and bucked and trembled.  

Messy tendrils of hair fell into her face, but Laurentius quickly swept them away, inviting her to stare at their shared reflection – to watch as his stomach tensed, as he rode out the greedy squeeze and pulse of her climax.  Evidently resisting his own release, his hands staggered to grip her hips, holding them so tightly that Anri prayed she would be left with fingertip-sized bruises.

Still shuddering, her throat burning with ragged breaths, she pushed herself up and onto her knees, leaning back to sink herself fully onto him.  Taking one of his twitching hands, she guided it to her belly, so he could feel what she felt, whimpering as his palm pressed against the intrusion.  In the mirror, their reflections were wrecked, blissed out, both shining with sweat, their cheeks stained with blush. 

“God, look at you, you’re perfect...” Anri whispered hoarsely.  Laurentius’ bearded chin came to rest on her shoulder, his broad body haloing hers.  Cheek to cheek, their necks and collarbones kiss-bitten from their foreplay, they watched as his pace slowed to deep, lazy rolls.  Still she took and took everything he gave her, she showed him how good she could be.  She could not have looked away even if she tried, his eyes boring into hers through the mirror. 

Laurentius rutted into her again and again, never breaking eye contact.  His mouth hung open, his gaze glazed over, while Anri’s body sang with the loss of control.  The hand that had pressed into the soft of her belly skirted upward – briefly pausing to palm her breasts – before coming to rest lightly, possessively, on her throat.  Such sweet sounds thrummed beneath the touch.  All she could do was take the pleasure he gave her and be grateful.  Anri licked the bowl clean, pleaded wordlessly for more. 

No circling fingers were needed – another release struck like lightning from the blue, while her body still hummed in the aftermath of the first, and she collapsed under its weight.  Laurentius went with her, still bucking, still driving her on, her breathless and boneless body sandwiched between his and the mattress.  At last his rhythm stuttered, his hips pressing flush against her backside as he poured himself inside her. 

Beneath him, Anri lay like a ragdoll, looking up in exhausted awe.  Kisses rained down on her red face, falling on her hot cheeks, her damp temple, as Laurentius murmured about how good she was:  good and perfect and pretty and his.  Anri listened from the far end of a tunnel, every nerve alight, her heart swollen and raw with adoration, still so full of him.  When she spoke at last, it was through a hazy smile, her voice strangled and thick and adoring:

“Are you happy, honey?”

[xgryffinwhore]

Hey! Can I request a jaeden martell x reader where basically their charters are dating on a tv show and they are really really good best friends in real life and they they both go on the Jimmy fallon show and he keeps on asking if they’re dating because everyone thinks they are and when they say no he obvi doesn’t let it go lol and it ends up slipping up that jaeden did/ does have a crush on reader and they maybe end up sharing a kiss in front is Jimmy & audience & stuff😶just an idea i had 😂:)

i love this idea wow, thinking i’m going to put my own little twist on it but i think you’ll still be pleased ;)

just friends

warnings!: suggestive topics, fluff

word count: 2.1k

five

your face was being touched up with powder, the cotton pad dabbing at your nose as the white powder absorbed into any oil your face may have had.

four

you look over at jimmy, this wasn’t your first talk show, but it had been the biggest one with the most following. it was intimidating, you bounced your foot up and down and played with your hands.

three

behavior jaeden had grown to recognize. he knew you better then you knew yourself, your anxiety was worse then you put it out to be. “you ok?” he questioned, “fine, i’m fine” you painted a small smile on your face. but he wasn’t easily fooled.

two

he grabbed one of your hands and rubbed circles into your palm, this sent vibrations of relaxation down your spine.

one

his eyes locked with yours, you swore they were a different color each time you saw them. sometimes more blue, sometimes more green, sometimes dark with mystery, sometimes light and playful.

‘aaand where on air’

you wiped the hand that was interlocked with his off on your dress, it was clammy. the curtain came up fast, and your vision was soon flooded with bright lights and silhouettes of bodies.

making out the faces in the sea of people was impossible, but you knew your friends were out there. they had flown out to see you, a) they could go see new york and b) you were on national television, and they wouldn’t miss it for the world.

jimmy was talking, you knew that much, but your nerves took over and honestly you weren’t registering a damn thing he was saying. the crowd cheered, you snapped out of your daze.

“and here tonight, we have jaeden martell and y/n l/n from the new HBO tv series: turning tables”

he turned to both of us, and gave everyone time to clap. he tired to speak over the loud hands, moving on with his show, but the crowd made that difficult. eventually the clapping died out and he could continue.

“now, i’ve watched all of the episodes but, for the people who haven’t seen: can you explain what the show is about?” he looked a jaeden, you let go of a breathe you had held in.

“s-sure” jaeden turned to face the audience more, he was soft spoken and shy, so it was important he projected as much as he could.

“turning tables is a teen drama. it’s about families of poverty in the seattle washington area and how they struggle to go to school and work. my character, jennings cooper, is the main protagonist. the show is mainly from his point of view, and how he struggle to support his family.”

jimmy nods and smiles, he looks pleased with his explanation. i’m truth the show wasn’t that simple, he knew that. but, it would take so long to explain.

“and y/n, who do you play?” he knew the answer to this obviously, but you were becoming a crowd favorite. everyone loved your personality, and you were an up-and-coming a list celebrity.

“i play parker marlow, jennings girlfriend” you blushed at this statement, the crowd giggled and ‘ouuu’ed. jimmy rubbed his hands together, getting excited at the upcoming topic of discussion.

“so, your romance on season one was steamy” you thought back to the scenes you did together. all of the kissing, which felt normal at this point. he wasn’t a bad kisser, in fact- you didn’t mind it at all. your romance through the season built up to a sex scene, your mind flashed through the memories of filming it.

filming those scenes isnt half as steamy as you think it is. it’s awkward, you laugh a lot. you had never felt that exposed in your life! however watching it was different, it looked so real, so perfect.

you blurred out your thoughts, mr. fallon still speaking on the subject. “can we expect more -“ jimmy searched for your ship name, it was on the tip of his tongue. the combination of your first names on the show didn’t make an attractive combo. it was either jarker or pennings. your last names matched a little better.

“-carlow” jaeden finished for him. jimmy nodded and smiled “yes- carlow- can we expect more carlow next season?” you both looked at each other and smiled. the writers for the show already had the next four seasons laid out. you knew that carlow was a continuing relationship on the show.

“yes, you should expect more of that sort of content from us” you stated. the people in the crowd had a positive responce to this, the applause lapping until it died out once again.

“right, your characters have so much chemistry in the show. two struggling teens just trying to break even.” jaeden agreed “yes, our characters balance each other out, and being from the same background helps them associate. jennings is kind of a bad boy-as the ladies say- he’s a felon, he steels cars and sells them to counterfeit manufacturers and dealers for money. parker, y/n’s character, has a job at a diner. she shows him the light at the end of the tunnel if he chooses to go down a good path.”

“yes, parker gets jennings a job at the diner with her, and he falls for her sweet disposition even after everything she’s been through” you add.

jimmy licks his lips and pops another question: “so id imagine the chemistry in the show heightens the real life thing?” he cocked an eye brow, the group gasping at the intrusiveness.

“jaeden and i are just friends” you blurt out, your nerves working up again. it was hard, you liked jaeden ever since you had your first kiss with him.

“y-yeah” he stutters, he obviously wasn’t expecting this either “friends” jimmy shakes his head and puts his finger on his lip “recently, you both have been showing a lot of pictures of you two together on social media.”

the audience ‘awwwed’ at the photos that displayed behind you. on the screen, there were pictures of you and him that were on both of your instagrams. you two at gardens, getting food, even watching movies at each other’s houses.

“for just friends, these photos looks intimate , wouldn’t you say” a bunch of ‘yes’’s and ‘mhm’’s came from the crowd as both of your faces became red.

“we’re just best friends, honestly” jaeden laughed nervously, he fixed his hair with his hand has he always does.

“right right- can you tell me when this photo is from?” jimmy asked, the last picture flashing on the screen. it was of you both, you had just filmed your first scene together.

the first scene you filmed together was episode two, he saved you after you fell into ice cold water. it was how the characters met, and it was filmed at a cove on a windy august day.

the picture was a little blurry, but it added character. he had his arm around you, both of your hair soaked, and you share a huge towel. you remember how cold you were, your teeth chattered so rapidly. his hair was stuck to his forehead and more small pieces went up. and your lips were almost purple, half from the makeup, half because you swore that was the coldest water you had ever went in.

“that’s from when we first started filming, it was the first time we met in the show” you recited, re living the memory in your head. you remember jaeden pulling your head into his chest when the wind began blowing. you remember his thumb trying to create friction on your back to make you just a little warm.

“yes yes- you two look so adorable!” jimmy squealed, he was the most teenage-girl-grown-man you had ever met. his hand opened one of the drawers in the faux desk he sat behind, pulling out a small blue camcorder.

the camcorder.

you know how on tv shows, there is special footage? sometimes it’s just behind the scene specials but sometimes- sometimes - it’s footage the actors document when they were just having fun? yeah it was one of those camcorders.

the camcorder was brought in by the two other co hosts wyatt oleff and finn wolfhard (i know this cast is sooo original not really) they played jaedens two best friends on the show. while they weren’t filming, they’d dick around and talk about stupid stuff. you’d never seen what they filmed, but you had been featured quite a few times; their by them pranking you, or invading your personal space.

you looked over at jaeden, you watched his adam’s apple bob and a thin layer of sweat flush over his face. he bounced his leg slightly, a habit he had picked up from you.

“let’s just review our material here” jimmy teased, his tongue darting out between his teeth. the video began to play, the sound was loud; assumingely for jaeden quiet voice in the tape.

the video started with wyatts unsteady hand, him and finn were running around set, they stopped at jaeden, he was playing on his phone in his trailer.

“jaeden wesley we have come for you” finn yelled. you could see jaeden shoot up from his chair. “hey guys” he waved. they talked for around a minute, jokes and all. then finn started to giggle, wyatt zoomed in on jaedens face.

“so jaeden, how’s y/n?” he chuckled, jaeden blushed “she’s ok i guess dunno.” wyatt stopped zooming in when the only thing in frame was jaedens head. “the kiss was good hm?” wyatt asked. jaeden continued to play on his phone, he nodded. “yeah, she’s pretty cute too.”

the video cut to another segment, this was filmed after the sex scene. you knew because jaeden laid on the bed you, in the same underwear that he wore during the scene. the boys were jumping on the bed, and jaeden took the camera and talked to it.

“this is for memory and memory ONLY! h-hey y/nnn” he was talking to the camera like it was you “you’re amazing and cool” you could hear finn explode into laughter as he stole the camera back and started running “yeah! and he wants your babies and loves you so much-“ “SHUT UP FINN!!!” and jaeden chased him around.

the video was taken off the screen. your face had become close to ghostly white. it was weird, it was almost like he was dumb enough to think finn wouldn’t give jimmy this blackmail goldmine. you looked at jaeden, he hit his bottom lip until it was red, he itches his neck and laughed it off.

“yeah ok-ok jimmy, maybe i liked her back in the day” jaeden tried so hard to be casual, but jimmy hit him with a heart stopper: “but mr martell, the last clip was filmed less then a month ago!”

your mind flickered with memories and ideas of him.

your first time meeting, how good his hand felt in yours. when you wiped icecream off his chin, and him dotting icecream on to the top of your nose. the way his hair always fell perfectly above his eye brow. and SHIT how he always smelt so fucking good. how he let you fall asleep in his arms and how he never complained when you put on some stupid romcom and-

“y/n?” jimmy questioned. “huh?” you spaced, come on y/n you gotta stop doing that. “i asked how you felt about all of this.” “well, there isn’t a right word i can use.”

jaeden took this has a bad reaction, he did a small wave to the crowd and stood up to get off the stage.

you stood up, grabbed his hand, and laid one right on him. kissing him felt normal, but now that there was emotion behind it, it just felt so right.

you both stopped for air, the crowd went wild. jimmy was clapping too, you could barley hear them, your heart was pumping throughout your whole body. you swore jaeden could hear it.

after the show, you sat in your dressing room for a bit, contemplating the events of tonight, and how they were all broadcasted for your embarrassment. but it was only the beginning. only the beginning of what was to come for mr. and mrs. jaeden martell.

[timextoxhajima]

hi dana.. if it’s possible can i request some angsty wangsty based on niki la la lost you with eric🥺 and ughh i really love your writing like crazyyyyy

♥ title: la la lost you in april [also part of @sunlightwoo ‘s 12 Months I Loved You collaboration project]

♥ member: tbz eric

♥ genre: f2l, ex! eric x fem! reader, model! eric [SFW!]

♥ warnings: swearing, some mentions of sex [like, once i think]

♥ wc: 3.4k

♥ a/n: sis when i first heard the song I absolutely loved how you used 'angsty wangsty' so I hope this one does it for you the way you imagined it <3 [fyi i wrote it in like, a camcorder recording audio format which is something i’m trying out so please hmu on whether it’s difficult to read/understand!]

[REC: APRIL 2, 2019 - 6:39PM] SOLO LOG #1

Are you seeing this? This is the most beautiful sunset I’ve seen. I gotta get a shot of this-

Hey! Hey! I could help you take a picture with the sunset if you want to!

Oh! Would- Would you? That’d be great!

Of course! 

...

Here. Is it alright?

Yeah, yeah, it’s cool! Thank you so much!

Are you recording something? Is it a- Are you vlogging? Are you a vlogger?

Yeah, no... I’m actually on a solo trip for a bit.

Oh, where are you from?

Just the next state. 

Ah! You’re taking a break off... life then? I assume? Sorry if that came out weird.

No! No no! It’s alright! Yeah, I just needed a short break from... y’know, school and everything. My semester ended pretty early on so I took the chance to come out here and... see some new sights, meet some new people.

I get that. Well, for a start, what’s your name?

Oh, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you! And you?

I’m Eric. 

[REC: APRIL 4, 2019 - 10:34PM] SOLO LOG #2

It is the 4th of April, 2019. I know, I know, I’m meant to do a daily vlog for all the 50 days I’m here but... it’s been... wow. Um... so I met Eric, the first day I touched down. The beach is just, about a 10 minute walk down and the sunsets are absolutely gorgeous. But uh... call me a fool and say that I’m living in the clouds but- what are the chances?

He’s funny, he’s such a great person to be around with y’know? Never a moment of like, awkwardness or stress and my God, look at me talking about a boy like that, though I met him 2 days ago. 

...

Um, he’s a freelance model. For those freelance shoots by UNIQLO or Target or something and he complains about the pay sometimes, but he looks good infront of a camera, so he’s... actually the one who won at life, really.

I’m not seeing him soon because he’s got a shoot out of town and he’ll be back next week. But I did get his number and he’s been texting me since. 

...

Wouldn’t it be funny if we end up together and then I have this whackass of a reel to show him? Jesus... I need to stop getting ahead of myself here. Freakin’ living in the clouds, aren’t I?

...

Anyway, I’m gonna go and see if I can get my weird projector shit up and working. See you.

[REC: APRIL 7, 2019 - 5:14AM] SOLO LOG #3

It is... 5am... uh, April 7th- and I was just binging FRIENDS through the night, waiting for the sunrise before I get some shut eye and then... Eric just asked me out. Oh my God! Um, he’s coming back this Thursday and I’ll go see him at the airport before we go get dinner.

It was really funny ‘cause he had to wake up early for a shoot today and so his day has just begun but mine’s coming to an end and I just- I’m rambling so much, it’s kinda- it’s kinda sad, isn’t it?

I think I’m too happy to sleep right now so I’m just gonna text him some more before the sun rises- oh! He replied!

...

Anyway, I’m gonna go and finish up this last episode before sleeping. Hopeful I can sleep. Bye!

[REC: APRIL 11, 2019 - 4:28PM] SOLO LOG #4

I am on my way out right now to go meet Eric at the airport, and I’m... it’d be an understatement to say that I’m excited. I know I’ve only known him for like, 2 days before he left but... I miss him. Is that possible? Missing someone despite knowing them for 2 days?

Anyway, I gotta go. Don’t wanna be late to see him.

[REC: APRIL 13, 2019 - 10:23AM] SOLO LOG #5

Oh! Is that what you had-

Yeah! It’s the same camera!

What are you vlogging for, actually? Like-

Nothing, really. It’s just for my own usage-

Wait, you didn’t like set that up last night while we-

Oh, God, no! Who do you think I am?

I don’t know, I mean, we’ve known each other for... is it two weeks-

Just under two weeks-

Jeez-

I know, I know, oh my God.

...

I don’t regret it though. Yeah, like- I don’t really go down to the beach that often in the first place and it just- it just so happened that you were there that day and I saw you struggling with this old thing-

I was not struggling!

Yeah you were!

I wasn’t-

I’m kidding! Gosh, you’re so cute.

...

Are you gonna have the camera recording while this carries on?

I forgot it was on-

One day we’re gonna accidentally make a sex tape-

Eric!

[REC: APRIL 17, 2019 - 1:15AM] SOLO LOG #6

-ould you pass me the hot water?

Mm? What?

The kettle over on the counter. Careful, it’s hot. Yeah, thanks.

Do you need help with-

It’s just instant noodles, sweet. Doubt I need a diploma for this. You’re recording again?

Yeah, does it bother you?

No, no, ‘course not. Though that means I can’t really do whatever I want to now.

What does that mea-

...

I can... still taste that bit of milk tea you had just now-

Could you tell it’s zero sugar?

I don’t think that matters, it’s still sweet and not great for your health to have that so much.

Aw, and yet you’re the one who suggested noodles at this timing, yeah?

You were hungry too!

...

Here, it’s done. Help me get the bowls? 

Did you even wash these?

Yeah, I did. If you don’t trust me, you can run them under the water for a bit.

Mhm. Here.

If it’s not enough, we can call for Macs.

Y’know, I’ve never had Macs past midnight back at home.

What? Really? Well, when you get back in May, would you try?

Yeah, why not? Maybe I’ll do that when I’m back in school. 

...

What date is it today?

April... hold on, um, 17. Careful, that’s hot.

...

When are you leaving again?

May 22. 

Are you planning on coming back anytime soon after?

I don’t know. I have school to worry about and the only other time I can come back’s probably during winter break in November.

...

I won’t be around in November.

Mm? Why not?

I’m moving.

To where?

I’m not sure yet, but I need to move depending on whether I get it and where the shoot’s at.

Shoot? It’s a big project, huh?

Yeah, it’s- it’s a pretty big deal.

...

I’ll- Let me just go and...

[REC: APRIL 20, 2019 - 7:49PM] SOLO LOG #7

-idn’t have to!

No, c’mon! It’s such a great time to get this on camera! Come on, tell us what just happened!

Well, I just scored a huge model contract with Calvin Klein - in Manhattan.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I’m so fucking proud of you, oh my God! Can you believe it-

No, fuck off, I can’t either! 

Oh! Calvin Klein!

...

I swear, you’re an angel sent to me-

Fuck off!

I’m serious! it’s so timely- I just can’t- I’m just so happy to have met you.

...

Well, you heard it first here, ladies and gentlemen. Eric Sohn is a new model for Calvin Klein - Manhattan.

[REC: APRIL 21, 2019 - 12:40PM] SOLO LOG #8

It is 12.40pm... April 21st, 2019. I’m finally back in my apartment after crashing at Eric’s for the last... 10 days? I think it was 10 days. My clothes were running out and I didn’t want to hike up his water bills so I just came back and- y’know did my own laundry.

...

Well, it’s- it’s been an absolute dream. The last thing I expected to... have, or meet? Here, is Eric. Um, but I know I’m probably going to regret this. Especially when May 22 comes. Uh... this is... it’s real bad. I mean, we’re great, y’know? But... it’s bad, because I know it’ll hurt. Like a bitch. When my time here is up, and I gotta go back to my reality, and Eric’s gotta stick to his. 

We haven’t really talked about it. May. I don’t think he wants to, and I don’t think I want to either. 50 days is too short. Either that, or I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. I shouldn’t have gone to the beach that day, in that hour. 

...

I just wish we had more time. I wish 24 hours were... maybe about 100 seconds more per minute. Does that make sense? 160 seconds per minute. Then again, I don’t think that’d solve my problem. I’ll still be on a ticking... time bomb. 

...

I know I shouldn’t say this. I know I can’t. I know I can’t afford to. But... I... I love him. I love Eric. With every... bit of me. It’s so... disgustingly cliché, but I feel so... comfortable with him. There’s really nothing we’d fight about, and even if we disagreed on something, we’d play it off like a debate, then forget about it the next day.

...

I love him. I do. And I’m going to regret this later. Without a doubt.

...

[REC: APRIL 27, 2019 - 2:02AM] SOLO LOG #9

-ou can see the stars?

I don’t know, that’s why I’m trying, sweet.

...

Can you see them?

Yeah, maybe if I just turn this ISO- Oh! I can kinda see the North Star-

Oh! Yeah, you can! It’s really feint though.

Right.

It’s okay, we can just lay it down here-

On the grass? Will your camera be fine?

Yeah, yeah, or else you can just put in on top of my bag- here.

...

Here, can you see me? Am I in frame?

Yeah, you’re in frame.

Okay, great. Now get over here!

...

I can taste the smoothie you had just now.

Too sweet?

A little.

...

Oh my God! Put me down! Oh- not there! It’s ticklish- AHHHHH!

...

y/n, I have something to tell you.

Mm? What is it?

...

Hello? Earth to Eric?

I... I love you. So much... and I can’t bear to see you go in May. 

Oh, Eric...

No, I- I don’t want you to stay- or even think about it, ‘cause, you have your priorities and I have mine y’know...

Mhm.

I just... I just wished we had more time. 

I do too. I really do.

...

Eric?

Hm?

I love you too.

...

...

...

[REC: MAY 1, 2019 - 4:23AM] SOLO LOG #10

1st May. 4...30? Am? I believe. Um, Eric’s sound asleep in his bed and I couldn’t sleep so I decided to do a log. 

...

I have... 3 weeks left. 4 weeks have gone past just like that, and I don’t know what to think about it. I came for a 50-day retreat. No stress, just myself and peace and quiet and tranquility and yet-

...

I- I don’t know if I can do this.

...

[REC: MAY 7, 2019 - 3:58PM] SOLO LOG #11

So, Eric’s in shoot right now and I’m on the way into the studio with some donuts and coffee to surprise him. I called his manager and asked if it was okay so- I’m pretty psyched to see his workspace. 

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Hi, I’m y/n, I’m here to visit Eric?

Ah, okay! Hold on, let me just get you signed in with the pass-

Count me in!

You sure? This Saturday at the prep-party?

Yeah- Oh! 

Eric!

y/n! What are you doing here?

I wanted to surprise you. Am I... interrupting anything?

Oh, not at all!

You must be y/n! Eric’s told me so much about you!

Did he? And you are...?

I’m Chelsea! I’ve been attached to the same Calvin Klein contract he recently got, so you could say we’re colleagues!

Well, nice to meet you! Oh, right, these donuts and coffee are meant for you guys actually!

Oh! You’re too kind! Eric, you’re such a lucky man.

I know, she’s just... everything.

Anyway, thank you so much for these. I’ll bring them back down to the studio for the crew to share. But Eric’s pretty much done for the day actually, so you guys can leave if you want to!

Are you sure? Don’t you need help downstairs with the equipment?

No, no! It’s fine, there’re more than enough people downstairs. Go have your date, and maybe you can bring her along with you for the prep-party this weekend!

What’s the prep-party... preparing for?

Oh, you’re so adorable! It’s a prep-party for the end-of-May shoot we’re gonna have. it’s a collab with DAZED so it’s a pretty big project.

You never told me you were involved in a collab with DAZED.

I was gonna tell you today.

He has been pretty busy recently, maybe slipped his mind. Anyway, thank you so much for the donuts and I’ll hope to see you at the pier this Saturday, mm?

Yeah, sure. Thanks Chels.

No problem! It was so nice to meet you, y/n, I’ll see you Saturday!

Okay, bye!

Bye, Chelsea! It was nice to meet you!

Bye!

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Sweet, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?

I wanted it to be a surprise. I thought you said you’d end pretty late?

The filming was cut short because the shots were better than expected so we ended early.

Oh, I wanted to film you while you were at work.

You have that on?

Yeah- why?

No, just wondering. 

Are you uncomfortable?

No, no, it’s just... I really didn’t expect you to come to the studio. 

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[REC: MAY 11, 2019 - 11:12PM] SOLO LOG #12

It’s 11:12pm, 11th May, 2019. 11 days to departure.

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I... saw... Chelsea and Eric... um, out by the garage- 

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Well, I guess... it looked like they were just... having a really good talk. Or something. 

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I left. I couldn’t watch it. So, I left without telling Eric. I did tell his boss that I wasn’t feeling well and I had to leave first. 

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I guess this is the part where I regret it, isn’t it? Um... I don’t know... how... I’m gonna explain this to him when I see him again. Which is supposed to be- um- the rest of the night. I was supposed to go back to his place with him and I’ll stay for the weekend before I come back to pack my things, so-

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y/n, are you home?

...

shit.

y/n, I know you’re home. I heard you talking. Open the door, I need to talk to you.

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[REC: MAY 12, 2019 - 2:00AM] SOLO LOG #13

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I look like shit, don’t I? God, my eyes hurt like a bitch. 

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I don’t think I need to say what just happened for you to guess what just happened, right? This... says it all. 

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Fuck. 

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I shouldn’t have come here. How did- How did my retreat turn out- turn out like this? 

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This is- This is too much. Too much in too short... of a time. 

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I don’t think... I don’t think I can do it. Not anymore. 

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[REC: MAY 19, 2019 - 9:59AM] SOLO LOG #14

It’s May 19th, 2019, almost 10am. I just came back from a morning walk by the beach just to... reminisce a little before I leave on Wednesday. 

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I... haven’t seen Eric since the prep-party. I blocked him and I told him not to come over, though I think he has, like, a few times. I thought I heard someone come up to my door, but he never knocked. 

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So, this is how it ends, huh? A 50-day romance cut short like that. Into about, 40? 

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It’s crazy to think that I had... the experience of a whole relationship in 40 days. I definitely did not sign up for that when I booked this 50-day retreat. 

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It was fun while it lasted, though. It was. I don’t think I’d find anybody else like Eric, and I guess it just sucks that it had to end like that. Things happen, right? That aren’t... in our control. 

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[REC: MAY 21, 2019 - 8:07PM] SOLO LOG #15

May 21st. About 8pm. I leave in about 15 hours. 

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All my stuff’s packed. Definitely more things to bring home than I brought here. Half of these things were bought by Eric and given to me. I’m... actually not sure if I should bring them back. 

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I don’t- I just don’t think I’d have the heart to throw them away.

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Nor look at them when I’m home. 

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Should I even bring this camera home? Maybe I should wipe your memory before I bring you home, hmm?

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It feels like a dream, doesn’t it? Everything that’s happened. It feels like a fever dream. Maybe when I’m finally home, I’d wake up and it’d be the day I come here.

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Maybe.

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[REC: MAY 22, 2019 - 10:03AM] SOLO LOG #16

-ny more luggage?

Nope.

Alright then, I think you’re all set. You still have about an hour’s time before the gates are open so you can get a cup of coffee or something, yeah?

Okay, thank you!

Have a nice flight ma’am.

Thanks.

...

Good evening ma’am, can I check your boarding pass?

Yeah, sure.

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Okay, you’re good to go. Have a safe flight.

Thank you!

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[REC: MAY 22, 2019 - 11:34AM] SOLO LOG #17

It is about 11.30am and I’m on the flight, and here’s the view outside. Sky’s pretty clear and this thing says that the weather’s great so, it should be a smooth flight without turbulence.

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This is it. This is really it. 

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...

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Um-

Hi, ma’am, I’m gonna need you to keep your camcorder.

Oh! Yeah, sure, sure, sorry!

[REC: APRIL 2, 2020 - 12:48AM] ERIC LOG #1

Wow, this is... weird. How did you do this last year?

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Um, hi. y/n. If you’re watching this then I’ve somehow managed to get this synced into your camera by some weird... bluetooth, iCloud shit that Felix helped me figure out. 

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It’s been a year. And... I just thought you should... see this, or hear me out, at least. I know we didn’t end on the best terms... and I’m sorry. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled at you for being unreasonable for something that was... suspicious. I should’ve understood. 

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I should’ve been there. To see you off. And I’m sorry I didn’t. I... was scared, that I wouldn’t be able to let you go if I went to send you off. I was a coward. I still am. 

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But I do want you to know that... those 50 days were the best days of my life. Albeit it ended horribly, but nothing could... nothing- nothing will ever replace what happened last April. 

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I said I love you and... I still do. Every day I think about you and your smile and your voice and- and I cry to sleep... worrying that I’d forget how you sound like, or how you laugh and how... how you smell like. My bed smelt like you even after you left. 

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I just- I love you. And I miss you. And I’d do anything to go back to what we had. I’d do anything to get- to get you back. 

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I’m sorry.

...

the clip comes to an automatic stop. the white triangle slapped onto the screen, begging you to play it again. you look up from the screen, watching the famous calvin klein ad that hasn’t stopped playing in the last month. 

he hasn’t changed one bit. not his hair, not his smile, not his voice. 

it’s a bittersweet pot of memory stashed in the back of your head when the memories flood back. looking back down at the camera, you count back the days - it was synced just last night. 

the pile of tissues by your thighs are carelessly huddled into the bin next to your feet, mentally berating yourself for going through the memory instead of formatting it. 

you stand, fingers shutting the screen back onto its body with a soft click. the tv blacks out when you press the red button on its remote. 

you’re halfway into your kitchen when there’s a knock at your door, and you immediately gasp, blinking rapidly.

“oh, it’s my fucking projector!”

rushing to the door, you don’t hesitate to get the door open. 

and yet, like the heavens were providing you with all the light to stop you from doubting yourself, your lungs empty themselves like vacuums. 

your heart stops.

your breathing stops.

“eric... what are you doing here?”

[cloveroctobers]

Our baby going to prom prompt with jordan baker please 🥺🥺

From this prompt list

so I feel like his first born would be a little girl (which he predicted but initially wanted a couple of boys first...typical I know)

he’s extremely protective over his baby girl okay it doesn’t matter how old she gets he’s still gonna be that dad

Has a loving/goofy relationship with her, something he picked up from his own dad but he’s only serious when he feels like he needs to be

Chose her middle name since he wanted her first name to be “olive” but you weren’t having it. He tried to be creative by relating it to his twin but Olivia also agreed that the name kinda sucked but to compromise with Jordan you allowed it to be her middle name

he calls her “olly” instead of her first name

He wanted to be very active in this whole process while you were more easy-going about the whole ordeal but also just as excited as your little girl once the date started approaching

“They think they’re all cool now but wait until they see you in your dress, I bet $20 bucks they’ll be bawling like a baby.” Jordan whispered to your daughter who bumped her dad’s shoulder laughing with a shake of her head

“I can hear you, you know.”

“Do you have ears on the back of your head too?”

Jordan was very vocal about your daughter’s dress choices, giving his input of what he liked and what he didn’t like

“Honey, that compliments your skin so nicely but let’s talk about that neckline and one of your thighs is peeking out...”

Sure he might not agree with certain lengths or what was being shown but if it was something you really wanted he’d cave.

Anything for his little girl

“I’m gonna go broke before she’s married.” Jordan grumbled as the assistant carefully handled the dress

You laughed with your arms wrapped around Jordan’s waist, “you haven’t seen nothing yet. Ask my dad how much he paid for my wedding attire.”

Jordan threw his head back, “oh god!”

“Thanks dad!” Your daughter giggled running up to the both of you to wrap her arms around the pair to add to the embrace

“You’re welcome, little stinker.”

You did everything else far as the glitz and glamour bonding with your daughter and getting the latest teen gossip as always + some more info on your daughters prom date

You’ve already met the kid once or twice at the school and he was a nice kid as far as you were concerned

“Yeah he better be or I’ll have to call in some reinforcements to help get rid of the body.” Jordan huffed the night before prom as you lay in bed beside each other

“I don’t know about all that with the way your back is set up...”you laughed at the appalled look Your husband sent you

“I sure haven’t heard any complaints from you.” He argued as you entangled your legs together making Jordan flinch after he peeled his glasses off to lay on his nightstand, “always cold, aren’t you?”

“warm me up then.”

Jordan smirked as he lowered himself into the bed palming your cheek, “like I said, no complaints.”

The girls were upstairs as their dates waited outside in front of the house

Most of the parents were inside chatting away as you waited for the girls...well one out of the friend group was non-binary something Jordan was still trying to figure out but was still respectful towards the friend

they all took their time but it was common for your daughter to be dramatic she was into theatre after all

you had Olivia recording on the camcorder and Spencer on his cellphone to send the videos to all the friends and family that couldn’t be here

While you were acting like paparazzi getting all the angles of your daughter and then her friends then all together

“we can always count on you to make us look the best.” Your daughter said as you got up from the floor

You fixed your daughter’s hair after her poses, “you’re always stunning without even trying, my baby.”

Your daughter blew a raspberry until she noticed tears swimming in your eyes

“I mean she looks just like me so of course it’s effortless.” Jordan tossed an arm over your shoulders earning a laugh from some parents who listened in while they attended to their own children

Your daughter rolled her eyes, “I have the most extra parents.”

“Oh nooo, What gave that idea away?” Aunt Olivia sarcastically asked

Uncle Spencer added, “was it parent one trying to do parkour to get pictures or your dad threatening your date in the shed with his hardware tools?”

Your daughter whipped around to face Jordan along with your raised brow, “Dad, you didn’t.”

“I had to set some boundaries!! even the nerdy ones aren’t what they’ve seem. I’ve seen some tik toks you know?” Jordan defended while you placed a smile on your face bringing your daughter into your arms as you hid your sniffles

Your daughter and Jordan shared a glance

“I’ll give you $20 the day after tomorrow.” Your daughter tried to mouth

Jordan turned his eyes into slits, “what?”

Your daughter slapped one hand against her head before pulling back to smooth down your hair for reassurance

“You gonna be okay?”

“Stop growing! I’ll be fine! Let’s get some pictures of all of you with your dates before we send you off to live your lives!” You sighed waving everyone outside

“It’s just prom Mrs/Mr. Baker!” One of your daughters friend’s attempted to make you feel better

While their parent replied, “yeah but to us it’s like you’re already entering adulthood.”

The kids all groaned as they tracked down the steps to meet their dates who expressed how they liked their “fits”

All the parents snapped away and wishing them all to have fun

The parents thanked you for the hospitality and the wine/beer before taking their leaves promising to chat about the kids drama later on in the week

You were in full on tears ten minutes after watching your daughter ride off in the limo with Jordan cradling your head to his chest

Olivia and Spencer were completely confused

“Is this normal?” Olivia asked getting comfortable on the couch

Jordan patted your head, “I knew it was coming.”

“Shut up, mr. I’ll get rid of the body myself if I have to.” But it came out a lot less clear to Olivia and Spencer but Jordan understood your crying fits oddly

Olivia turned to Spencer who rested his hand against her knee

“You ready for kids?”

Olivia widened her eyes as you let out another dramatic sob and blew your nose against Jordan’s shirt who bit back a laugh, secretly making fun of you, which means this must have been love ‘cause high school Jordan would have thrown a fit if his significant other was using his shirt to deal with their emotions rn

“I think I can wait another year.” Olivia answered

Spencer eyed his in-laws over his shoulder as Jordan brought you over to the center of the living room to grab the baby book but decided to put it back down, “want to play olly’s favorite game: twister?”

“Her favorite game isn’t twister that’s mine! She loves charades.”

“Oh yeah,” Jordan’s mind went elsewhere before shaking those thoughts away, “...What about Jenga?”

“What about jenga?” You mocked, “next you’ll say it’s operation.”

Olivia didn’t want to interject and say it was actually “clue” so she watched the usual banter between the two parents glancing over at Spencer awaiting his answer

“Yeaaah I’m cool on that. Waiting a year sounds good to me.” He agreed watching as you pointed a finger into Jordan’s chest who scoffed at you and crossed his arms 

A/N: This was too cute/fun to write!! Thanks for requesting! we love dad Jordan! Why do I see him driving a dad car during the week like a Subaru and then bringing out the expensive cars on the weekend with his baby girl in the passenger seat screaming along to prince and new edition songs. Just imagine billy in the backseat along for the ride too. Woooow! The ideas. I love domestic fluff so much 😩💕

[purplesurveys]

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Department One: Apparel And Jewelry

What are you wearing today?  Just a white duster dress. Very loungewear-y, hahaha. I didn’t feel like wearing shorts today.

What does your favorite shirt look like?  At the moment I’m obsessed with my Vante shirt. It’s fanmade but it was made tastefully; the designs aren’t too loud and I love the cute little shoutouts and tributes to his past paintings, so it had been a ridiculously easy decision for me to want to buy it.

What kind of underwear do you prefer wearing?  Eh I don’t really have a preference as long as I don’t find them uncomfy.

What are your favorite kind of jeans?  I’m definitely still stuck in my mom jeans phase. Idk man, I just love how they match nearly all kinds of tops.

What do the last pair of shoes you wore look like?  They were adidas sneakers. Not a big fan of chunky shoes but it’s an Ivy Park and it was on a big discount HAHAHA so I didn’t hesitate to get them.

How many shoes do you own?  A little more than 10. I love shoes and wanna collect them someday...just not today, hahaha.

How much jewelry do you own?  Not too big on jewelry; most, if not all the ones I wear are just borrowed from my mom since we share the same style anyway.

Do you own any real diamonds or other expensive jewelry?  Yeah, the ones I would borrow from my mom are pretty pricey.

Has anyone ever gave you jewelry as a present?  Yes, I received rings and necklaces from my ex. One of my aunts also gave me a necklace when I turned 7.

Do you like diamonds or gemstones better?  I just stick with diamonds...which is...also a gemstone too, if I’m not mistaken.

Silver or gold?  Silver.

Department Two: Electronics

Do you have a DVD player in your car?  Not in mine, but we do have one in the family car. I used to watch movies on there often but after one grueling road trip where my motion sickness acted up, I haven’t wanted to use it since.

If you have one, what does your camera/camcorder look like?  I just use the camera in my phone but back in the day I used to have a DSLR; that was when I thought I wanted to take up photography, heh. It was a Nikon D3100.

How much did it cost?  I’m not sure since my dad gave it to me as a present, but a quick search told me it would’ve cost him around P20,000 which issssss wow more expensive than I thought.

What kind of cellphone do you have?  I have an iPhone 8 with an LCD screen that’s deteriorating by the day HAHA. I really need to get a new phone.

How often do you send texts?  I text just for work purposes now, so it really depends on how busy my accounts are. Some days would require me to send out more texts than usual.

Do you have your own computer or does your family share?  I have my own laptop. My workplace also provided me with what’s supposed to be my work laptop, but they had it sent to me when I was already a couple of months into my job and all my needed files and programs were already in my personal laptop. Since I was too lazy to start everything all over again, I’ve never actually used the work laptop haha.

How many computers are in your house?  We have three laptops in total - my siblings and I each have our own. Kind of a necessity these days.

Do you still have a VCR?  I don’t think so.

How many DVDs do you own?  We probably have around 30-50 but most of them are movies from like the 2000s that we just haven’t thrown out. Personally, I have about five DVDs of old films like Gone with the Wind, Rebel Without A Cause, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, etc, and recently I’ve been buying BTS merch so DVDs are part of that mix too.

Does your car have a GPS?  No. I use Waze on my phone instead.

What kind of iPod/MP3 player do you have? Haven’t used an iPod in like a literal decade. I use Spotify for my music.

How many songs are on it?  Spotify doesn’t work that way since it’s technically a database of songs.

What size is your TV?  Never bothered to ask/check.

How many TVs are in your house?  Four. Living room, dining room, master bedroom, my brother’s room.

What video game systems do you have?  We have a PS3 and PS4. 

What about handhelds?  Switch. I believe my sister also still has her DSi stored somewhere.

How many video games do you have?  Probably somewhere around 50-60. My dad and brother are content with repeating their games lol.

Department Three: Home

What kind of shampoo do you use?  It’s a Dove variant but I’m just blanking out on the specific name/what it does.

Soap or shower gel?  Shower gel.

What does your comforter look like?  It’s pretty colorful and has geometric shapes and lines.

Does it match your pillows?  Yep, they come in a set.

What size is your bed?  Twin.

Do you or your parents like to decorate the house with various things or is it plain?  My mom puts considerable effort in decorating the house but it’s nothing overboard that it feels tacky. There’s enough decor in enough spaces.

Does the furniture in your house match?  Sure. I imagine my mom would be very irritated if she felt something was uncoordinated at home.

What does your couch look like?  It’s a gray L-shaped couch. Gabie broke a portion of the couch’s springs when it had only spent its like first two weeks at home but surprisingly my mom has not noticed it yet; probably because she barely sits on that side.

How many does your dining room/kitchen table seat?  It has six chairs, though since we’re five one of the chairs is almost always unoccupied.

Do you have any fancy china?  No, my mom isn’t the type to collect those.

Do you have outside furniture?  Yeah we have a table and chairs up on the rooftop, if they count.

What do your curtains look like?  My siblings and I have pull-down blinds. The other rooms have these pulled-back gold curtains that’s accompanied by white sheers.

Department Four: Grocery

What kind of bread do you get?  Sliced white bread, always. Sometimes my mom will pick up pan de sal, but she gets those from a certain bakery and no longer the grocery.

What is your favorite kind of cake?  CHEEEEEEEEEESECAAAAAAAKE.

Do you get a lot of sweets from the grocery store?  Eh, nah. Not a big fan of sweets.

What kind of soda is your favorite?  Don’t like soda.

Do you drink juice? What kind?  I can take it or leave it. I wouldn’t buy it for myself.

What is your favorite chewing gum?  Doesn’t matter to me. The flavors last for only like a minute anyway.

Do you usually get candy from the check-out aisle?  Nah. Those are far more accessible so who knows who could’ve touched or tampered with them. Plus, I mentioned I don’t like sweets.

What is your favorite soup?  Miso or cream of mushroom.

Have you ever had soup when you were sick?  No. I don’t enjoy hot beverages/liquids very much so I doubt I would feel comfort from soup when I’m sick.

What are your favorite canned vegetables?  Not sure if it’s a cultural difference thing but canned vegetables kind of sound gross and I don’t think I’ve encountered those (I actually had to look it up lol). My parents always buy fruits and veggies as is.

What do you eat for breakfast?  Fried rice is a constant but my mom switches up the set of viands every time. Some of the meals she serves would be hotdogs, eggs (either scrambled, omelette, fried, or sunny-side up), corned beef, dried fish, hashbrowns, luncheon meat, tapa, and Vienna sausages. Poptarts or toaster strudels?  Poptarts. I’ve never had toaster strudel and I’m honestly not sure what that is.

What salad dressing do you prefer?  Spicy mayo.

Ketchup, mayonnaise, or mustard?  MAYONNAISE. I can live without the other two.

What kind of cookie do you like best?  I only ever eat chocolate chip.

What kind of snacks do you get at the grocery store?  Salted egg chips or Pringles. Not a big fan of snacks either. This survey is making me realize I’m way more into full meals than anything else.

Do you get the meat from the deli?  Er, we don’t have delis here. Too fancy a concept lmao. If we have them, they are most likely in those extremely upscale, boujee neighborhoods.

What is your favorite frozen dinner?  I mean my dad buys frozen meat, fish, etc, but the frozen dinner sets that I see in American culture, which I’m guessing is what’s being referred to in this question, are not common here.

Do you prefer frozen dinners to actual cooking?  I honestly can’t imagine how it’s filling, but then again I’ve never tried it. Personally, food made from scratch is still the best.

What is your favorite kind of pasta?  Fettuccine.

Do you eat meat? And if not, do you eat vegetarian meat?  Yes, I eat meat. I get vegan options if they’re accessible and affordable, but those choices are hard to come by here.

What is your favorite fruit?  Avocado is really the only one I’ll give a pass to. Everything else tastes horrible.

What about vegetable?  Broccoli, bell peppers, green beans.

Department Five: Health And Beauty

What kind of makeup do you normally use?  None. If I absolutely have to put on makeup, I will begrudgingly put on foundation, maybe some eyeliner, and lip gloss. And they will all most likely be borrowed from my sister.

Do you wear more makeup on special events?  Not necessarily.

What is your favorite makeup brand?  I wouldn’t be the right person to ask because I would just say none of them.

Do you use any acne products?  Mmm no, I just splash water on my face, really. I actually got into a conversation about skincare with my co-workers yesterday and besides the usual shocked experessions I get when people find out I don’t use products, they recommended I at least get moisturizer and sunscreen. Idk, let’s see but historically it’s been hard to convince me to invest in skincare haha.

What kind of perfume do you use?  I have one of Beyoncé’s perfumes, Heat Rush. I don’t actually know if that’s still in production but it’s been my staple for like a decade or so now.

Have you ever been on a diet?  No. I never really had to be on one.

What products do you use in your hair?  Shampoo and conditioner.

How often do you brush your hair?  Only when I have to leave the house or have an important virtual work meeting.

What do you take when you have an upset stomach?  Nothing. The toilet usually solves that for me lol.

Do you take any prescription medicine? Nope.

Department Six: Movies, Music, And Books

What is your favorite movie of all time?  It’s been Two for the Road for a solid nine years and it doesn’t look like anything’s on its way to dethroning it anytime soon.

What genre of movie do like best?  Drama. The more realistic it is, the better.

What was the last movie you watched?  It’s a Korean film called Be With You. I liked it and I cried waterfalls, but the ending was so rushed it was kind of disappointing.

What was the last movie you purchased?  I don’t buy movies. If I wanted to see a film I’ll check if Netflix has it, then if they don’t I just try to scour one of those illegal movie streaming sites that always happen to have thousands of pornographic ads hahaha.

What is your all time favorite band? Paramore. Do you still buy CDs?  Only from artists I’m an extremely huge fan of. Right now that would be BTS, so I’m catching up on all the albums they’ve released in the last eight years.

What was the last CD you bought?  I got the Butter album set, if that counts. If it doesn’t, the last full-length album I purchased was Dark & Wild.

What was the last song you listened to?  I think it was Permission To Dance.

What is your favorite book?  I haven’t found it yet.

Do you even like reading?  I used to love it a lot more, to the point that back in grade school I was known as always having a book in my hand. I just don’t know where that passion went.

How often do you read?  Nearly never. I mean...I do read fanfics, I guess; but I won’t count those.

Department Seven: Sports And Fitness

Do you own a bike/scooter/skateboard/etc.?  We do have a bike at home, but that doesn’t mean I know how to ride it. We don’t have the other two.

How old were you when you learned to ride a bike w/o training wheels?  I still don’t know how to last on a bike without training wheels heheh.

Have you ever been camping?  Nah.

How often do you work out?  Nope but at work my boss just started another fitness challenge, so I’ll probably have to get back on working out soon just because I would want to accomplish the challenge.

Are you in good shape?  Sure, I think so. I’m not like fit fit because I neveeer exercise haha, but I also don’t make it a point to constantly eat unhealthy foods or have an unhealthy lifestyle to the point that it affects my body.

Do you go to a gym?  I do not. I thought of getting a membership at the start of the year but I’m glad I didn’t push through with it because all the gyms are still closed anyway.

Have you ever been fishing?  No. Idk if it’s my kind of pastime or not.

Have you ever been on a boat?  Yeah. My country has like 7000 islands so I was bound to get on a boat at some point in my life haha.

Can you play golf?  Never seemed interesting to me so no. Even on Wii Sports I barely picked golf.

Ever rode on a golf cart?  Yeah, in resorts where we had to ride them to be taken to our room.

Would you ever go hunting?  That’s an easy no.

What is your favorite sport?  Pro wrestling or table tennis.

Ever played on a sports team?  No, my school didn’t have a table tennis varsity.

Department Eight: Toys

What was your favorite toy as a child?  Cash registers because I liked the buttons. Also Play-Doh sets that had those contraptions that would squirt out the clay in various shapes.

Do you still play with toys?  Well, no.

Do you collect any toys?  I don’t, but I’m not opposed to start buying Funko Pop figurines of people or characters I’m interested in.

Did you ever have building blocks?  Sure, but I was never creative enough for them.

Did you play with dolls?  No.

Barbies or Bratz? Which were better?  BRATZZZZZZ

What is your favorite board game?  Scrabble.

Do you like to do arts and crafts?  Hell no.

Do you think that kids now have it better than when you were young? For sure, but isn’t that kind of the goal?

[isisparker]

In one of your posts, you said the following: "I didn’t like having to watch Joon Sung betray Dong Jin like he did, but it’s good to know that for such a good guy he definitely is flawed." I didn't understand. Could you explain, please? He redeemed himself in the end, don't you think? Or do you think that the identity reveal was a form of betrayal? Also, I hope Min Kyu redeems himself because the drama showed that he has potential to be a decent person.

Hi, anon! Hope you don’t mind the long-ass response! In writing my answer to your Ask, I guess I’ve unintentionally created an analysis of Joon Sung and Min Kyu that no one asked for.

Re: Joon Sung

Because at the beginning of the drama, they seemed to build Joon Sung and Min Kyu as opposites in Dong Jin’s eyes: Min Kyu as the bad guy, asshole leader vs. Joon Sung as the good guy, compassionate leader. I mean, hell they even push that narrative a bit further by having Dong Jin form a comradery with Joon Sung outside of the ops and butt heads/conflict with Min Kyu during the ops.

And even when it was revealed that Joon Sung’s father was Lee Hyuk and that he was sent to Polaris to keep an eye on Min Kyu, Joon Sung still came off as a more decent and good guy because of how he treated others both on and off ops: with respect, consideration, and empathy. Hell, even when he butted heads with Min Kyu, he didn’t come off as bad or an asshole because even in a conflict he was calm, level-headed, and respectful.

It was only when that whole debacle with the camcorder happened that you began to question whether Joon Sung was no better or worst than Min Kyu.

When he destroyed that camera, I’ll admit that I was disappointed in him. I still liked him better than Min Kyu, but because my personal elevated level of admiration and respect for him probably matched that of Dong Jin’s own -- so at the time I could imagine Dong Jin’s look of betrayal when the truth comes out... And then it actually happened and Yep, we had similar levels of disappointment.

Because admittedly I put Joon Sung on a pedestal. Then he got knocked off that pedestal when he betrayed Dong Jin. Which of course later became more an error in judgement, in betraying someone’s trust despite his intentions to protect his family. More so when it was revealed that Joon Sung lobbied a deal with his father for the destruction of the camcorder [1. that they forgot it happened and 2. his father drops out of the Presidential race] AND that he kept the videotape itself just in case his father betrays him... I legit went “Huh. He’s not perfect but he’s good.” I realized then that he’s just as flawed and human as everyone else. And that’s a good thing overall. It shows that even good, decent characters can do bad things, make mistakes, have flaws. Makes them more likeable and relatable. 

Also, for transparency, I want to make it clear that even when Joon Sung seemed to take a heel turn in his arc, a part of me was going to still prefer him over Min Kyu because of his soft spot for Dong Jin. Heck, I’d even call it fondness because I’ve discovered in rewatching their scenes pre-camcorder, Joon Sung seemed a bit more attentive and protective of Dong Jin. And when Dong Jin discovered Joon Sung’s lies and what he did to the camcorder, and then called Joon Sung out on his character, the way that man couldn’t hide his hurt at Dong Jin’s disappointment in him just... SLAYED. ME.

But I digress...

Re: Min Kyu

Which brings us to Min Kyu and why I think he’s better as the antagonist than a redeemed character.

At first I wondered if it was because we saw Min Kyu [and in parallel, Joon Sung] through Dong Jin’s eyes that I already was wary of him and slow to trust or even like our asshole commander.

And listen, I am a BIG FAN of the Asshole Characters. But I also need them to be prickly on the outside and soft on the inside and for a bit, all I saw of Min Kyu was his need to get out of whatever shithole he found himself in and get back on track in his military career. And usually, that need to fix his situation results in assholes doing WHATEVER IT TOOK, even if it means Fuck Others, Get Me My Commendation. Those type of Assholes I’m not a fan of because the only loyalty they have is towards themselves.

A close mirror to Min Kyu could be found in Lee Hyuk, the actual antagonist of this series [and no, not the monster/creature Polaris is searching/hunting for]. Both have agendas outside of whatever they’re entrusting to others. Both don’t listen to their teammates unless the results will look favourable on them. 

Later tho I came to realize that okay, so maybe Min Kyu is actually capable of being the type of Asshole Character that I like: the one who is an ass except to certain others. Which is good because that means thankfully Min Kyu isn’t of the level of villainy of Lee Hyuk. There have been many incidents where Min Kyu’s decency and humanity revealed itself afterall. His bond to Moon Cheol is the best example of that. Another example was his initial reaction to seeing Dong Jin fall apart over Baek Jun’s death. 

However, as the drama progressed, I’ve noticed that Min Kyu actually shines when he’s playing and manipulating the system to get what he wants. Like when Min Kyu quickly realized that Lee Hyuk has connections and pulls a LOT of strings and that Lee Hyuk was in a position to give Min Kyu what he wanted. So what’d Min Kyu do? He made himself available to Lee Hyuk. Will that later bite him in the ass? Maybe. But we’ve also seen how smart and calculated Min Kyu can be, so at this point, I’m actually rooting for Min Kyu to make himself dispensable to Lee Hyuk and then betray the man when shit hits the fans.

I mean, there are antagonists we love to hate, and then there are those that we love seeing doing bad things especially to bad people and I have a feeling that Min Kyu might be that key to helping take Lee Hyuk, the drama’s true monster, down!

[orangeoctopi7]

A Small Setback

@stanuary Here with week one. The Theme is “Burn” and I’ve got a sequel to last year’s oneshot “A Minor Inconvenience”

***

It had been a few days since the elder Pines twins had received definitive proof that little bits of Bill were still floating around in Stan’s head. Ford had immediately set a course for the nearest land, a Norwegian island called Spitsbergen, where he was planning on doing some more in-depth research. He had already collected all his notes on the Dreamscape and Bill, as well as contacted Fiddleford for more data on the effects of the memory gun. When the old inventor asked why his old friend needed this information, Ford simply replied it was to help Stan with some unforeseen side-effects. 

What sort of side-effects? Fiddleford’s next email replied. I’d have a better idea of what data to send you if I knew what he was experiencing. 

He’s asked me to keep it confidential. Ford replied back. Just send everything.

The next email Ford got from McGucket contained an attachment so big, it took over 24 hours to download with their limited internet bandwidth at sea. 

The old researcher also asked his brother to start keeping a dream journal, and routinely asked Stan to recount all he could remember of his fateful encounter with Bill last summer. By now, Stan was getting a bit exasperated by it all.

“Seriously, it was over six months ago!” he whined, “I don’t remember any more of it now than I did yesterday! Can we just drop it?”

Ford looked ready to argue, but he must have changed his mind before he opened his mouth. “Ok, ok, if it’s frustrating you that much, I’ll stop asking.”

“Thank you.” Stan sighed. 

“We'll just have to find another way to figure out what happened.” 

Stan rolled his eyes. Of course he wasn't free to go yet.

“I've been going through the data Fiddleford sent me. The memory eraser doesn't actually erase memories, it just subliminalizes them by severing the main neurological connections.”

“... Meaning?”

“The memory is still in your head, you just can't recall it.”

“Great. What good does that do us?”

“I might be able to find access to the entire memory through your dreamscape.”

Stan grimaced. “So you wanna go digging around in my head again?” 

“Well I don’t want to, but it’s our best option to learn how Bill survived.”

“Didn’t he tell you the last time you were in there? Something about Tylenol?”

“Xolotl,” Ford corrected, “An Aztec god of death, among other things. I’m having trouble figuring out exactly how it’s connected to Bill. Which is why I need to know exactly what happened.”

“Alright, fine.” Stan consented. “But no more reading outta your nerd textbooks!”

“Oh, don’t worry, we won’t be needing that.” Ford assured him. “I need you awake this time.”

Stan raised his eyebrows curiously. “Didn’t think it worked that way.”

“Well, to be perfectly honest, I’m not entirely certain it will work.”

“... should I be worried?”

“No, no, worst case scenario, I recite the spell and just stay in my own head.”

“Great. Let’s get this over with.”

***

Stan sat in the middle of a ring of candles glowing dimly in the perpetual darkness of the arctic winter. Ford extinguished his match and stood behind his brother. Stan turned in his chair to watch.

“Don’t pay any attention to me.” Ford instructed. “Just close your eyes and concentrate on what you can remember about beating Bill. Tune me out.”

“Heh, got plenty of practice doing that.” Stan chuckled nervously.

“Concentrate.” Ford reminded him.

Stan took a deep breath and closed his eyes. There wasn’t much he remembered, and it wasn’t something he liked to dwell on. For the most part, all he remembered was blue flames, Bill begging for his pathetic life, and then punching the filthy dorito out of existence. More than anything, he remembered how he felt. Fear, then determination, a grim sense of satisfaction, and finally, acceptance. He tried to focus on those feelings and ignore Ford reciting the incantation. 

***

Stanford really hoped this would work. As he finished the incantation, there was a blue flash of light, which was a good sign. He opened his eyes, and sure enough, he no longer saw himself in the darkened galley of the Stan’o’War II, but back on the deck of Stan’s mindscape. There was a major difference this time though: Stan was actually standing there, clutching a treasure chest in his hands. It was severely damaged, blackened and burned. It seemed as though it might fall apart if someone looked at it the wrong way, but streams of blue light leaked out of it.

Ford reached out and lightly touched Stan’s shoulder. The old con man jumped like someone had cracked a whip at him.

“It’s ok, it’s just me!” Ford reassured him. 

“Where are we?” Stan asked.

“This is your mindscape, and that,” the old researcher pointed to the charred chest in his brother’s clutches, “Should be the memory we’re looking for.”

Stan gulped and cracked open the lid. Blue flames seemed to pour out of it. Ford placed his hand on top of his brother’s and opened the lid all the way. They could see the memory of Stan sitting in his favorite recliner, Bill growing more and more desperate and panicky every moment, but it was hard to make out exactly what they were saying or doing over the crackling, spreading blue flames that obscured most of the scene.

“What was that?” Ford asked suddenly as Bill started to glitch and contort with increasing rapidity.

“I think he’s tryin’ to get out.” Stan replied tensely. He didn’t like revisiting this memory.

“No, listen!”

Stan listened carefully over the crackling of the flames. “It just sounds like gibberish.”

“I think it’s an incantation!” Ford exclaimed, his voice caught somewhere between excited and scared. “Can you play it back again?”

“It’s a memory, not a video tape!” Stan glared at his brother incredulously.

“This is the mindscape, Stanley, you--”

“--Can do whatever I want, yeah yeah, I know.” Stan rolled his eyes and concentrated. The vision in the treasure chest skipped back a bit, to when Bill started warping. 

Ford listened carefully, but he still couldn’t quite make out Bill’s incantation.

“It’s no good, I’ll have to go in.” He sighed.

“Uh, are you sure that’s a good idea?” Stan eyed the dancing blue flames.

“It’s not real, it’s just a memory. I’ll be fine.”

“I’m going with you, then.”

“Technically, you’re already there.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Alright. We should be able to just reach in…” Ford thrust his arm into the chest...

...and found himself in the cozy living room of the Mystery Shack. The blue flames flickering around the edges of the room were frozen in time, and there, floating in the center, was Bill Cipher. Ford felt his body tense up and the hair on the back of his neck stand on end, ready to fight or flee for his life. 

“He’s not real, remember?” Stan said reassuringly from his recliner. 

Ford took a steadying breath and nodded. “Try not to change anything.” he advised, “Just let the memory run its course.”

“That’s gonna be hard with you here.”

“I’ll do my best to blend in.” Ford imagined himself invisible and ducked behind the recliner for good measure. Next he imagined a little camcorder, so he could go over the events in detail later, and placed it besides the chair, where it wouldn’t be noticed. 

The flames began to dance again as Stan started concentrating on the memory and time around them started to flow normally once again. Ford watched with some satisfaction as Bill looked around frantically. The panic was obviously starting to kick in now. 

“LET ME OUTTA HERE! LET ME OUT!!” the demon waved his arm, trying to create a portal to escape through, or a door to slip into a safer part of the mindscape, but nothing happened. There was nowhere to run to. “WHY ISN’T THIS WORKING?!”

Stan stood and drew himself to his full height. Although his heart was racing, he felt confidence and determination surge through him. He was going to teach this triangular jerkwad a lesson, and this time he knew how it was going to end. 

“Hey, look at me. Turn around and look at me, ya one-eyed demon!” He barked. Bill could do nothing but turn and look as the flames rose higher and higher. “You’re a real wise-guy, but you made one fatal mistake: you messed with my family!”

“YOU’RE MAKING A MISTAKE! I’LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING! MONEY, FAME, RICHES, INFINITE POWER, YOUR OWN GALAXY!” Bill pleaded, “PLEASE!” 

Once again the demon began to warp and glitch, changing forms more and more rapidly like he was losing control. Ford watched and listened carefully, although it was getting harder to concentrate as the azure flames closed in around them.

“NRUTER YAM I TAHT REWOP TNEICNA EHT EKOVNI I! NRUB OT EMOC SAH EMIT YM! L T O L O X AAAAAAAAAA!” Bill screamed, cycling through forms faster than ever. With the last of his strength, he reached out. “S  T  A  N  L  E  Y…”

Stan wound up and socked Bill straight in the eye with a powerful left-hook. Bill shattered into millions of pieces, the shards scattering everywhere, only to be licked up by the flames within seconds. The ring of blue fire was closing in on them now. It was weird. It didn’t feel hot, but the closer it got, the more Stan felt like things were… ebbing away. 

Ford could feel it too. “Heh, good job Stanley.” He chuckled nervously, reappearing and picking up the camcorder. “Let’s pause things here so we can take a closer look.”

Stan tried to concentrate on the beginning of the memory again, but the flames surrounding them refused to budge. They just continued to close in around them. He tried to imagine a way out, but he couldn’t imagine a place to escape to. He couldn’t even recall where they’d been before they got here.

“Something’s wrong!” Stan panicked. “Ford, you gotta get out of here, now!”

“What? What’s wrong?” his brother asked in concern.

But Stan could tell he didn’t have time to explain. This wasn’t his first experience, and he knew Ford’s window was closing. He imagined one of the few things he could still recall clearly: an imposing metal structure in the shape of an inverted triangle, with a glowing white light pulsing in its center. He pushed his brother into the last possible exit.

This has happened before, hasn’t it? Was his last thought before he woke up.

***

Ford found he had stumbled to the floor when he awoke. His temper flared as he picked himself up off the floor. Why? Why would Stan ever think it was ok to recreate that moment, even in the dreamscape?

“Stanley, what were you thinking!?” he demanded. “What just happened?”

Stan came out of his trance groggily. He seemed to have a hard time focusing for a moment. He glanced around like he didn’t recognize his surroundings. “...Who… what?”

Ford pinched the bridge of his nose and gave a long suffering sigh. “Do you even remember what just happened?”

“Uuuuh, no.” Stan said simply. “Who’re you?”

The old researcher’s blood ran cold. “That’s not funny.”

“‘Snot a joke.” Stan replied. “Seriously, you look familiar, but I’m drawing a blank. Help a guy out here.”

Ford clamped down on his emotions best he could. He couldn’t panic now, panicking would only make things worse. “I-it’s me, Stanford, your brother.”

“Stanford…” Stan repeated, as though the name was familiar, but he couldn’t remember exactly where he’d heard it before. “But I’m… wait, no… no that’s… but you… ugh, this is making my brain hurt!” He rubbed his temples.

Ford took his brother’s hand in his and interlocked their fingers. “You’re Stanley. And I’m Stanford.” he explained as patiently as he could, although inwardly he was freaking out. “We’re twins. Dad… heh, dad couldn’t be bothered to come up with two different names.” 

Stan just stared at their intertwined hands as though they were a particularly difficult puzzle.

“Just… just wait here.” Ford said firmly as he could while his voice hitched. “I’m going to find something to help you.”

“Uh… ‘kay.”

The old researcher dashed out of the galley and into the storage room, searching desperately for the scrapbook Mabel had made them. He’d had to use it a few times when Stan had memory lapses before, but in all those instances Stan still remembered up to some point in his history. Still remembered Ford. It had never been so bad that he’d forgotten everything. Not since…

“No, nonono I can’t do this again!” Ford moaned, pulling at his hair as he continued to search. He finally found the scrapbook, which helped him get a lid back on his emotions. “No. Get a hold of yourself. This is going to work. It’s worked before.” And if it didn’t, he was willing to commandeer a plane and fly them straight back to Gravity Falls if he had to. He knew that Stanley could recover from this, it was just a question of when and how.

“Uh, you ok in there, Sixer?” Stan called from the doorway. Ford turned and stared at him in shock. “S-sorry! That was rude. Dunno why I said that. It just kinda slipped out. I-I’ll go sit back down.”

“No! That’s fine!” Ford assured him with a soft smile. “That’s your old nickname for me. We don’t use it as much anymore because someone kind of ruined it for me… but that means you’re already starting to remember!”

“Oh. Good.”

“Come sit over here.” Ford motioned towards a long padded bench besides the table with the scrapbook in his hand. “It’ll be much more comfortable.”

***

Thankfully, it seemed that Stan hadn’t forgotten everything this time after all. He had forgotten a lot, and what he did remember was quite muddled, but at least there was something to start with. 

“So I was living under your name for thirty years… while I was trying to bring you back home?” Stan recapped as the reached the end of another section in the scrapbook.

“That’s right.”

“Yeah…” Stan nodded thoughtfully, “Yeah, that explains it. I was kinda confused when I first woke up, cuz I thought I was Stanford, but that makes sense.”

“Do… do you remember that?” Ford asked hesitantly.

“I remember… a lot of long nights working on that portal.” Stan said slowly. “And worrying about you. Wondering whether or not you were still alive.”

Ford managed a weak smile. “Believe it or not, I am capable of taking care of myself.”

Stan snorted. “Yeah, if you could call it that.”

“Well, I survived, in any case.” The old researcher turned the page. “And here we have--”

“The kids!” Stan finished, a huge grin spreading across his face. “Yeah! How could I forget those little firecrackers? The glitter-bomb and the nervous know-it-all.”

“Do you remember their names?”

Stan’s grin faltered. “Yyyyno. Look, I’m not doing great on names today, cut me some slack!”

[kaistarus]

Clickbait(YouTuberAU)--Chapter7

Pairings: kiribaku, tododeku

Words: 5,006

Summary: A lot of great things came with being a big name YouTuber, but along with those perks were some serious drawbacks. One of the biggest being your lack of personal privacy.

Due to just one video, Kirishima's least well-kept secret has become a viral sensation, and now he has to deal with the repercussions from both the YouTube community and the public. Hopefully, those he's dragging down with him won't mind...

Notes: I love these idiots so much:) this chapter made my soul happy lmao

Ready the whole thing here

Kirishima tapped his foot repeatedly against his bedroom’s carpeted floor while aggressively brushing his teeth. All his laundry was haphazardly strewn across his room in hopes of making an outfit decision easier. But in actuality, it left him staring at a zebra-striped tank top for twenty minutes confused why he owned it in the first place. The only progress made had been kicking his winter apparel into the far corner of his room to be dealt with who knew when and increasing his dental hygiene to a level his mom would finally be proud of. In other words, nothing that benefitted his date with Bakugou.

Kirishima groaned exaggeratedly and left to find the others in the main area of the house. He had wanted to at least try getting ready on his own, but reluctantly accepted he was too out of practice. And Bakugou was no baby step back into the dating scene, so he couldn’t afford any embarrassing mistakes.

Mina sat comfortably at the kitchen island, swinging her feet and leaning heavily on the granite countertop while watching her laptop screen. She paid no attention to the scene behind her of Kaminari struggling to decorate a Christmas tree while Sero stood next to him with the camcorder, filming his efforts with an entertained smirked. Kirishima took one glance at Kaminari tangled in colored Christmas lights and decided it wasn’t worth asking.

“I need help,” Kirishima said through a mouthful of mint toothpaste. Mina gave him a disgusted look and Kirishima rolled his eyes, going to the kitchen’s sink to spit and rinse out his mouth before continuing, “help me.”

“Pre-date panic?”

“He’s been panicking since last night,” Sero said, angling the camera in their direction. “He did three loads of laundry this morning.”

“I didn’t have anything to wear.”

“I didn’t know you went through three loads of outfits on one date,” Kaminari said, throwing the string of lights onto the ground once released from their constriction. “I must have a different definition of hiking.”

Kirishima glowered at Kaminari. “What are you even doing?”

“Setting up for a skit?” Kaminari said. He popped open one of several cardboard boxes marked ‘don’t open till x-mas’ and started pulling out cases of ornaments. “Some of us are lonely and still have jobs to do.”

“But our Christmas tree?”

“It will probably be fine.”

Kirishima wanted to argue, but he knew it could be worse. He would never recover from the morning Kaminari filled the living room walls with borderline sexual fanart of himself. It was a whole otherworldly type of pain— he actually felt his eyes burn and his mind start rotting. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down his spine.

“Are you almost done? We still need to get supplies for my video.” Mina turned to Kirishima with a mischievous smile. “I’m giving me and Kaminari beards. I saw it in a dream, so I must make it a reality.”

“If someone helped me it would go a lot faster.”

Sero just waved the camcorder at him as his excuse. Kirishima and Mina both shrugged in response.

“I could do a lot of things, but that’s not one of them,” Mina said. She flipped her laptop closed and gave Kirishima an elevator glance. “Alright, first we need to change your outfit.” She said, pointing to his pajama shirt. “Then we need to get food in you because I know you’ve been starving yourself from nerves.”

“Obviously, we have to change my shirt. That was my whole issue.” He said, ignoring her latter comment. She raised a dainty eyebrow to show that it didn’t go unnoticed which sucked. If he threw up during the date that was on her.

“C’mon,” Mina hopped off the stool and gestured towards his bedroom. “You have much to learn in so little time.”

“Five hours is little time?”

She shot him a teasing look over her shoulder. “So much to learn.”

He trailed after her and was surprised at how quickly she went to work once they were in his room. She kicked items off to the side, picking up various shirts to hold up to his chest before tossing them over her shoulder without a care for where they landed and continued the process without letting Kirishima in on the system. He didn’t bother asking and let her take control of the situation. He was too busy stressing about the cocky smirk that wandered into his mind whenever he stopped actively distracting himself.

Out of nowhere, Mina chucked a long-sleeve at his face. He peeled off the red shirt and held it at a distance to discover it was his favorite Crimson Riot shirt he’d bought in college. “This?”

“It’s the most authentically you shirt I could find,” Mina said. She kicked more clothes around the floor before mumbling, “now pants.”

Kirishima was taken back. He guessed the point of dating was authenticity. He tightened his fist around the cotton fabric and focused on the faded logo across the center. He wondered how long it would take Bakugou after truly knowing him to realize that Kirishima wasn’t worth his time.

A pair of athletic shorts slapped him in the face, and he ripped them off. “Mina!”

“Stop being self-deprecating and help me find socks.” She raised her eyebrows at him challengingly. Kirishima sighed. He sunk down to the floor to rummage around the mess of clothes they’d created, attempting to remember where the sock pile had originally formed. A few feet away Mina pulled out a pair excitedly from under a few sweatshirts and waved them in the air.

Kirishima chuckled at Mina’s antics. He could do this. He just had to remember that even if everything went wrong and Bakugou completely hated him, he would still have this. Mina would still come over every day doing things like putting fake beards on them, Kaminari would still be putting Christmas trees up nowhere near the holidays, and Sero would still be encouraging the chaos and recording their memories. He just had to try and remember that he would still have his friends no matter how today turned out.

He threw a shirt at Mina after expertly blocking her own clothing toss and they began a full-on war. He laughed while burying her with piles of his now questionably clean laundry.

Yeah, he thought. He’d be okay.

~*~*~*~

He changed his mind. He was absolutely not going to be okay.

Kirishima tugged at his athletic shorts nervously. He hadn’t been able to settle since he’d seated himself in the passenger side of Mina’s car and the squirming only got worse the closer they got to Brush Canyon Trails. It had been easier for him to push back the reality of his situation until Mina had started the engine and it hit him full force that he was actually going on a date with Katsuki Bakugou.

He was going to throw up the toaster waffles Mina shoved down his throat.

“This is a bad idea,” Kirishima said, adjusting a white bandana over his spiked hair. “We should turn around.”

“Eijirou. You would never forgive yourself if you stood that boy up.” Mina said, making a sharp right turn. Kirishima’s stomach sunk as the dusty trails came closer to view. She was right, of course, living with that regret would be infinitely worse than anything Bakugou could throw at him. Kirishima let out a pathetic whine and sunk deeper into the leather seat.

Mina whipped into the entrance of the trails and parked somewhere that probably wasn’t legal. Kirishima let his eyes skim over the people mulling around the popular park’s entryway. Brush Canyon trails were the best hiking paths in LA, having various levels of difficulty winding through the brush and what greenery the mountain could provide; however, the view of the city and Hollywood sign also made it a popular tourist attraction. A family of five unloaded too many supplies from their van for Kirishima to believe they were locals, a girl in workout apparel stretched her legs while her German Shepard laid beside her bored, and a pair of teenage boys in too little clothing for the chilly weather checked over their cameras. When he first came to LA he felt awkward recording in public, but now he didn’t even think twice when there were vloggers on every street corner.

Among them he spotted Bakugou, sitting casually on a flattened rock and scrolling on his phone. He was dressed perfect for overcast weather—sweatshirt, athletic pants, nothing fancy—but Kirishima’s heart still skyrocketed when his mind registered who he was staring at. Part of him thought Bakugou wouldn’t show up.

Fuck. This was actually happening, wasn’t it?

“Do you think he’s been waiting a while? Should we have left earlier?”

“Ei, we are ten minutes early. You are more than fine.” Mina clapped her hands together and met his eyes with excitement. “Are you ready?”

He wasn’t. He’d spent all night imagining every possible scenario, and still seeing Bakugou actually sitting there sent his nerves in a frenzy. “I don’t know if I can do this Mina.”

“You can.” Mina grabbed his hands and gave them a gentle squeeze. “Ei, you are the greatest human I know. You might not believe it in here,” she poked his forehead, “but you are way out of that boy’s league.”

Kirishima nodded halfheartedly. He looked back at Bakugou and tensed when they made direct eye contact. Kirishima gave a small wave through the window and received a finger gun in response. Mina started snickering as Bakugou looked at his hand confused before quickly hiding it behind his back and changing his gaze to his sneakers.

“You’ll be fine. If anything goes wrong just text me and I’ll be here.” Mina said while nudging him out. Kirishima took a deep breath once completely out of the car waving goodbye to Mina as she pulled out of her parking spot. Kirishima was officially on his own. He could do this.

“Hey,” Kirishima called out and he willed his heart to calm down. He hadn’t even been here a full minute and if it kept that up he’d pass out halfway through their date.

Bakugou nodded in acknowledgment but had his eyes locked on Mina’s retreating car. “You could’ve told me you needed a ride.”

“Oh, I mean… Mina was on her way to get beards and hair-dye anyway. So, it wasn’t a big deal.”

Bakugou cocked his head to the side, mulling the statement over. “Do I want to know?”

“Probably not.”

“Perfect,” Bakugou stood and slung a USC drawstring that had been resting beside the rock onto his back. Kirishima thought it was pretty extra to bring a whole bag for a water bottle but didn’t want to insult him this early on. Bakugou gestured towards one of the trails and Kirishima gladly let Bakugou take the lead for their hike. “So, is there a fucking method to your guys’ madness or what?”

Kirishima scrunched his nose as he thought. “Maybe? I just try to make it fun.” Kirishima kicked a large rock that lay in his path. “Last week I turned our swimming pool into a ball pit just because I could.”

“You’re something else,” Bakugou said with a thoughtful expression.

“Thank you!” Kirishima chose to take that as a compliment, following it with, “so, are you all packed for New Orleans?”

“I know the routine. I’ll pack my shit when I get home.”

Kirishima found it interesting how easily Bakugou moved through the paths, confidently passing other locals as if he owned these trails. Kirishima had no issues with Bakugou navigating the way, it meant he could take more time to admire the view—both LA and the ash-blonde beside him.

“You’re almost done for this season, right?”

Bakugou nodded. “A few more.”

“What do you do on off-seasons?” Kirishima asked. He never entertained the idea of taking even a week off. In four years of uploading twice a week, Kirishima had only missed once. He uploaded the day after too, so it honestly barely counted.

“Prepare for the next fucking season,” Bakugou side-eyed him. “We might be adding some new shit.”

Kirishima straightened and faced him more properly. “New? Like what?”

Bakugou hesitated. “I’m not supposed to…” He glanced around as if making sure no one was in hearing distance. “It’s kind of my own segment. Not ghost bull shit.”

“That’s awesome!”

“Yeah. I’m actually kind of—”

“Excuse me,” a pair of teens stood in front of them. The taller teen had her long hair held back with a baseball cap and behind her hid the younger boy, barely peeking out around her shoulder. “Are you RedRiot?” The girl asked.

Kirishima’s eyes widened. “Yeah.”

The shorter teen stepped out and his face blossomed into a wide grin. “You’re my favorite YouTuber.” He tugged onto the girl’s t-shirt. “I told you it was him.”

She swatted his hand away. “He watches you every day. It’s kind of annoying having your theme in my head all the time, no offense.”

“None taken.” Kirishima got recognized a decent amount, but no matter how often it happened it never felt real “What’s your name?”

“Damien,” he said, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “My favorite vlog was when you painted Chargebolt’s car to look like a giant croc.”

Kirishima smirked proudly and he heard Bakugou snort behind him. That was a great video, and Kaminari only stopped talking to him for three days. Worth it.

“Are you that guy from the ghost hunting channel?” The girl pointed a finger at Bakugou, and he stiffened.

“I’m not a ghost hunter.”

“Whatever. Hey, we have to get going.” She pulled her phone out of her pocket. “Can he get a picture with you?”

Kirishima opened his mouth slightly, but the teen had already saddled up next to him. He had no issues taking pictures with his subscribers—if it wasn’t for them he wouldn’t be living out his dreams. He just felt the situation a little awkward given his current circumstance. The two were quick to scurry off after their photo, waving their goodbyes which Kirishima mirrored. He found Bakugou smirking at him amused rather than annoyed.

“Does that happen a lot?” Bakugou asked, continuing the hike as easy as they’d stopped.

“Uh, more often lately.” Kirishima adjusted his bandana uncomfortably. “I would give anything to meet every single person that watches my channel but…” Kirishima wrinkled his nose as he searched for words. “Sometimes I wish I could go out without being recognized.” He waved his hands frantically. “That sounds ungrateful. I love them and I didn’t mean—"

“No,” Bakugou quirked his lips into a small smile. “It’s not selfish to want to feel normal sometimes.”

Kirishima sighed in relief. He enjoyed seeing this side of Bakugou—soft and relaxed. The Bakugou that didn’t have a crease between his brow or a sneer to his lips. Of course, every version of Bakugou was fantastic, but this one felt uniquely special. Like it was reserved for specific moments and people and Kirishima got to be one of them.

“That’s why I don’t have any verified social media,” Bakugou added smugly. “I don’t have to constantly put on an act for subscribers.”

A record scratch sounded in Kirishima’s mind. “Verified what?”

“Social media?” Bakugou rolled his eyes. “You honestly thought that I could be in this dumb ass community and not have some sort of social media account.”

“I guess not… Can I have it?”

“No.”

Kirishima’s jaw went slack. “You can’t do that.”

“Who says?” Bakugou smirked challengingly and Kirishima cursed every god that made him so fucking attractive because it made it really hard arguing with him.

“Me.” Kirishima crossed his arms. “I at least want a hint.”

“I follow you.”

Kirishima whined. He had millions of followers on Twitter, so that was the most garbage hint Bakugou could possibly give him. “That’s not fair.”

“Not my fault you’re mister hotshot YouTuber.” Bakugou snorted. The grin he wore told Kirishima he was having too much fun with this. “Another mile up there’s a resting spot. We should stop there.”

Kirishima grunted in agreeance. “Fine. But just so you know. I can only assume you’re Twitter is a fan account dedicated to me, and that’s why you won’t let me see it.” Bakugou’s cheeks tinted red and Kirishima perked up. “Holy shit. Is it?”

“What the fuck? No. Fuck off.”

“I don’t know. That blush is pretty telling. You can just admit it. This is a safe place Bakugou. No one will judge—”

Bakugou shoved his hand in Kirishima’s face and he laughed as he was half-heartedly pushed a few steps back. Bakugou jogged ahead to get away from Kirishima’s teasing but paused after a good distance. Kirishima felt a pleasing flutter pass through his gut when Bakugou glanced back at him uncertainly as if worried Kirishima had actually taken offense or something. He sent him the most reassuring smile he could and hurried to catch up to Bakugou’s side, and once he reached him the pleasant feeling lingered. Kirishima felt it the entire hike upward as they bantered over nonsensical topics, and that warmth lasted long after they reached the clearing Bakugou had mentioned.

The resting point was on a ledge that overlooked Los Angeles. There were several wooden benches near the metal fence blocking people from accidentally stumbling over the rocky mountainside. Kirishima ran straight over to the rusty railing while Bakugou hung back to use one of the water stations—fountains heightened for both people and pets. No matter how many times Kirishima saw Los Angeles he felt like he was seeing it for the first time. There would be a new graffiti painted somewhere he’d been thousands of times or a new store popped up out of nowhere. The people changed the city as fast as they came.

He felt pride that he could call this place his home.

“It’s amazing, huh?” Kirishima said wistfully when he heard Bakugou approaching.

Bakugou leaned against the railing beside him and shrugged. “It’s alright. The mountains are cool. Ocean’s close.”

“We’re so lucky.” Kirishima’s grip on the metal tightened. “If I could tell middle school me that I’d end up here. He’d lose his shit.”

“Middle school me would be pissed,” Bakugou said humorously. Kirishima raised an eyebrow at the surprise response but Bakugou waved it off. “I was an asshole kid. This wasn’t really my game plan.”

“Game plan?”

“Good grades. College. Job.” Bakugou shrugged his bag off his shoulder and wandered to the cleanest bench. “It took a lot of convincing to get me out of that mindset.”

“What changed your mind?”

Bakugou eyed him carefully and hesitated before saying, “someone said some shit that resonated with me, I guess.”

“Well, they must be pretty awesome if they were able to do all that.” Kirishima plopped down beside Bakugou and watched him dig around in the drawstring bag. He was impatient to see what Bakugou had been carrying around the whole time.

“He’s okay.”

Bakugou pulled out two plastic containers—one red and one orange—and handed the red box to Kirishima. He took it with a confused half-smile and gently popped the lid off, hyperaware of Bakugou’s watchful gaze. Kirishima’s jaw dropped at the rows of onigiri inside.

“Did you make these?” Kirishima asked. They looked nicer than anything he’d ordered from any take-out restaurant.

“So, what if I did?” Bakugou asked. He scrunched his nose and took a large bite of the snack in his own container, avoiding Kirishima’s fond smile.

Kirishima’s chest felt overwhelmingly full at the implications of Bakugou spending time making these for him. He took a moment to just sit with that feeling before carefully biting into his treat and slowly savoring its taste. Unsurprisingly Bakugou was perfect at everything he did. He stole a glance back at Bakugou, and his now calm expression while he picked at his food.

Bakugou looked, for lack of a better word, beautiful being haloed by the slowly setting sun. His hair was a soft peach from the sun’s orange hues and his tanned skin practically glowed. For the first time, Kirishima was able to appreciate his barely visible freckles dotting the bridge of his nose and the fullness of his eyelashes. He could try to hide it behind scowls all he wanted, but Bakugou was a pretty boy through and through. Bakugou leaned against the bench at ease, yet still, his presence dominated the space around them. Kirishima felt honored knowing he was granted access to this private view.

“What are you looking at?”

Kirishima reeled himself back to reality. He met Bakugou’s red-tinted eyes filled with confusion. Kirishima’s brain lagged too many steps behind his mouth when, without permission, he blurted out. “You.” Kirishima followed up with a quick apology when Bakugou went slack jaw.

“It’s fucking whatever,” Bakugou said. Kirishima started berating himself for ruining what could have been a perfect first date when Bakugou continued, “this is going well, right?”

“What?”

“Like the thing that we’re,” Bakugou gestured between the two of them. Kirishima’s eyebrows shot up when he understood.

“The date?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou nodded his head a few times. “I’m having a good time… are you… having a good time?”

“It’s pretty above average.”

“Then, yeah. I’d say it’s going well.” Kirishima grinned dopily as he shoved another bite of onigiri in his mouth, swinging his legs beneath him. He caught Bakugou grinning in his peripheral and his heart soared.

Yeah. This was going great.

It didn’t take them long to finish the rest of their food and begin their descent down the mountain. Once they noticed the sun had begun setting, they agreed it was best to head back since the park closed at dusk. Kirishima was reluctant for their time together to end but was having an easy time distracting himself with Bakugou’s current state.

“So obviously I just wanted to go home, but fucking Deku decided that it would be a genius idea to just hop the fence when we hadn’t gotten legal permission to be on the fucking premises.” Bakugou threw his hands in the air. Kirishima’d learned quickly that Bakugou played up a bad boy image, but was actually a goodie two shoes, “and Todoroki comes in like the lovestruck dipshit he is and boosts him over. No one is listening to me, like always, and now Deku has a broken leg and is stuck on illegal grounds. And we’re all fucked. And I had to fix it.”

“Dude, what the hell.” Kirishima tried containing his laughter to speak. “You should record this stuff. Do behind the scenes or something.”

“I just said it was all illegal, were you even listening?” Bakugou nudged him with his shoulder and Kirishima chuckled, pushing back. He thought back to the mention of Bakugou’s roommate and wondered if that was a bad date conversation.

“Hey, speaking of Todoroki…” Kirishima drummed his thighs uncertainly before deciding, fuck it. “Why does he hate me?”

Bakugou’s pace slowed and his face contorted. “He doesn’t hate you, he just... hates change?” Bakugou frowned to himself. “It’s not my place to talk about things, but his family was kinda fucked.” Bakugou turned to him and shrugged. “He acted the same around Deku at first if that helps.”

It didn’t. Kirishima was left with more questions than answers but felt like it was an inappropriate time to delve into the topic. For now, Kirishima could work with the idea that Todoroki would one day warm up to him like he did Midoriya.

Except without the lovey-dovey part obviously.

Their walk down the mountain was much faster than the hike upward, and they reached Bakugou’s car faster than Kirishima wanted. For how nervous he had been he was even more disappointed that their time together would be ending. He reached for his phone to begin texting Mina that he would need to get picked up soon.

“I’ll give you a ride home,” Bakugou said. He unlocked his older-looking car from a distance and didn’t bother waiting for Kirishima’s response.

“Are you sure?” Kirishima stumbled over his words. “I can just text Mina and—”

“Don’t be stupid I can drive you home.”

Kirishima’s heart had never leaped so high at being called stupid. The door creaked when Kirishima opened it and his first thought was how insanely clean the interior of the car was. Compared to the fast-food wrappers that littered Kaminari’s dashboard and the empty Starbucks cups that filled Mina’s flooring, Kirishima forgot what the interior of a car even looked like. He was able to step in without throwing items in the backseat and it was an enlightening experience for him.

He realized once they were confined, he had miscalculated how different that would feel compared to the spaciousness hiking provided. Kirishima became hyperaware of everything: Bakugou’s breathing, the rhythm of fingers tapping against the steering wheel, his squirming in the seat as he drove, and every time he reached for the radio the hairs on Kirishima’s arms rose. The air had shifted to something not quite awkward, but not comfortable enough that Kirishima didn’t feel like he shouldn’t be trying to break the silence somehow. Especially since they were already halfway to his house without speaking.

“So, that was fun,” Kirishima said. “I mean, I had fun. Did you… have fun?”

Bakugou raised a confused eyebrow and, not taking his eyes off the road, nodded his head. Kirishima gave him a thumbs up. “Awesome!”

He quickly tucked his hand to his hip and looked at himself angrily in the window’s reflection. He did not just give Bakugou a thumbs up… what the hell was that? He should have just let them drive in silence. Kirishima wanted to smack his forehead against the window but controlled himself to stop from looking even more like an idiot.

Minutes later Bakugou pulled into Kirishima’s driveway, and they glanced at each other awkwardly.

“So…” Bakugou started, his tapping on the wheel increasing. “We should do that again then?”

Relief spread through Kirishima and he nodded in agreeance. An uncontrollable grin spreading across his face.

“Cool.” Bakugou bit his lip and looked anywhere that wasn’t Kirishima. “I’m not really great at this shit, but I feel like we… I don’t know… vibed?” He ran an anxious hand through his hair. “Shit. That sounded dumb, but you know what I meant. I don’t hate spending time with you? That sucked too, I don’t know how to—stop looking at me like that.”

Kirishima’s heart felt overwhelmingly full against his chest and he gazed softly at Bakugou. He couldn’t push down the fond smile resting softly on his lips if he wanted to. “Like what?”

“Like… I don’t know… like you fucking—”

“Like I like you?” Kirishima asked. He didn’t bother fighting off the stupid side of his brain from running rampant. Not when Bakugou was blushing a soft red and pushing his lips to pout like that. “I’m not sure I can Bakugou.”

“That’s so fucking lame.” Bakugou countered.

“Probably, but you’re the one asking me on a second date so what does that say about—”

“Can I kiss you?”

Kirishima froze. Bakugou’s cheeks and tips of his ears could now rival Kirishima’s hair and from his deer-in-headlights look, he was about as surprised as Kirishima from the question that popped out of him. “Fuck. Sorry, I shouldn’t have—that was weird. Just pretend I didn’t—”

Kirishima cupped Bakugou’s cheek tenderly and Bakugou snapped his mouth shut. Kirishima tried not to overthink what he was about to do, losing himself in the specks of red in Bakugou’s gaze now filled with something akin to hope, stirring a fire in the pit of his stomach. Bakugou’s eyes flickered downward to Kirishima’s lips and he moved without thinking, pulling Bakugou the final distance.

He’d admit the kiss itself wasn’t great, they hadn’t exactly hit their mark on the first go and even with his hand guiding Bakugou they managed to bump noses, but the moment was perfect. Kirishima felt consumed by the firewood scent he would forever connect to Bakugou. Bakugou’s hand clutched tightly against the fabric of his shirt and gave it a whole new reason for being his favorite apparel. And when he felt Bakugou start to smile against his lips, Kirishima knew that if he could remain in this moment for the rest of his life he would. Pulling away from Bakugou was one of the hardest decisions he’d ever made.

They rested their foreheads together for a brief second like there was a magnetic pull that made it too difficult to separate immediately before Bakugou leaned away. Kirishima whined internally at the space between them.

“So,” Bakugou said, a genuine smile creating dimples on his cheeks and filling Kirishima with pride. “I get to see you again then?”

“I’d like that, yeah.”

Bakugou nodded.

Kirishima stepped out of that car with disappointment at having to say goodbye and giddiness that he’d see him again both swimming around his stomach. He waved goodbye as Bakugou drove away with a dopey grin plastered onto his face that would remain well into the next day. Kirishima took a deep breath, placed his hands on his cheeks and smushed them together as he giggled to himself.

He had gone on a date with Bakugou. He would be going on more dates with Bakugou. He had kissed Bakugou.

He would get to kiss Bakugou more.

Kirishima smushed his cheeks harder as the thoughts swirled around his mind. He closed his eyes to better feel the cold nip at his exposed skin, the wind flow through his hair, and his heart threaten to burst from his chest. He wanted to memorize these feelings. To truly live in this moment.

This was rare for him. He never wanted to let it go.

[snarky-badger]

Prompt: Reader has a shitty relationship with reality. Weird crap happens to them and things that shouldn’t happen do. Sometimes they will go missing out of the blue do it it and just show up a couple weeks later. They usually carry around a recorder with them so they can show people they aren’t insane but they forget it and go missing for a bit before coming back. Eddie/Venom FREAK the fuck out.

This is my second attempt at this, as tumblr deleted the first draft I wrote! Grr. Still, it was fun to write! Kinda more Eddie and less Venom.

Your life was weird. Which was to say, you and reality had apparently met and broken up with no chance at reconciliation.

It had started when you were eight. Now, keep in mind, you’d been born in the eighties, so it was high weirdness to suddenly be in possession of a computer the size of your hand.

You’d been playing when something had just popped out of nowhere, bouncing off your head before clattering to the ground. A little dazed, you’d picked it up and discovered that it was something called an iPhone 8. You’d played with it for hours before it had simply vanished out of your hands, leaving an odd chill and a very baffled you behind.

Things had only gotten more complicated from there.

More things appeared and vanished around you, sometimes little things, like keys or books, sometimes big things, like your parent’s minivan.

When you were twelve, you’d vanished from school. Literally. Your parents had gone insane. Search parties were sent out, Amber Alert’s announced, police canvased the entire neighbourhood. When you’d reappeared a week later, your parents had ignored your tale of meeting Robin Hood and grounded you for running away and making up stories.

Your childhood and adolescence was peppered with disappearances, your parents believing that you were a liar and a runaway, and you had suffered through numerous trips to various hospitals because of the ‘tales’ you told.

You’d started bringing a tape recorder with you to film your adventures when you were fourteen. Over time, you upgraded to camcorder, then your smartphone, and finally a hidden camera that you could bring wherever you ended up. You had images and videos saved that surpassed any CG movie out there.

It was odd, you realized, that when you ‘popped’ into new worlds, that no one there thought twice of your sudden appearance. You just blended in with whatever timeline or universe you’d slid into, as if you were supposed to be there in the first place. You’d seen dinosaurs, broke bread with dragon-slayers, saved dragons from dragon-slayers, visited far off worlds and even alternate universes just a smidgen different from your own.

It continued on until you were old enough to move out. Sure, you still vanished from time to time, visiting odd and strange places, but it was fun for you. New experiences and new adventures. The hell with your doubting parents. This was your life and you embraced it.

You’d been chased by a feathered T-Rex, nearly gotten run over by a horse drawn carriage that belonged to Sherlock Holmes - the older one not the hot one - shared mead with Hobbits, gunned down zombies, met aliens - not the probing kind - gotten bitten by a chupacabra, encountered a rather irritated Dalek that had also popped out of his universe, hell, you’d even met Captian Picard of the USS Enterprise!

Things became more complicated when you started dating.You’d originally sworn off dating because of the trouble presented when you slipped out of your universe, but Eddie Brock had been sweet and handsome and with a sparkling wit and down to earth charm that had made turning him down impossible.

You imagined he’d expected you to freak out when, a month into dating, he’d confided in you that he was bonded to an alien symbiote and that he moonlighted as Venom most nights.

You’d seen a lot of weird shit by then, so you’d merely shrugged, shaken Venom’s hand and asked him what he preferred white or dark chocolate cake.

When Eddie had moved in, things got decidedly complicated. You managed to explain your disappearances by saying it was work related, that you had to run off at any time to catch a plane or a train. Thanks to being a veteran of falling out of your dimension into another, you could usually ‘feel’ a slip before it happened.

He’d accepted it with grace - after all, he was Venom. He thought he knew strange.

You were waffling over whether to tell him what was really going on. Had practiced the conversation. Were even willing to let him see what was in the mystically locked chest at the foot of your bed.

It was filled with keepsakes from your journeys: A sword made of enchanted glass from Skyrim, a computer pad you’d stolen from the Enterprise, bits of shells from a dinosaur egg, the Hope Diamond, a Venom comic-book - that was going to take some explanation - an ‘Arum’ from the Elite home world from the Halo universe, a pile of gems and coins from Smaug himself - you’d popped out of that world before getting charbroiled - a feather as long as your arm from a Roc, a working phaser, three seashells, several sets of armor and ancient clothing, a Lightsaber you’d stolen from one baffled Anakin Skywalker before he’d gone batty, and an emerald the size of your fist - you hoped Sonic had made due without it.

You’d actually been trying to work up the nerve to talk to Eddie after a date, on the walk home, when you’d literally popped out of existence.

Shit.

You reappeared in the middle of a fight between a rag tag group of people and something called a ‘dracolich’. Which was a fancy word for ‘skeleton dragon’.

By then, you were rather used to appearing in the middle of a crisis, so you’d taken up a sword and joined the fight. By the time the undead dragon was properly dead - thanks to one of the group that had turned out to be a necromancer - you’d pretty much ingratiated yourself to the group, and no one questioned where you’d appeared from.

You spent a month with them, fulfilling quests, getting drunk at taverns, and being rewarded by kings and peasants both. You had enough gold coins to pay for your apartment for the next fifty years. Your new friends, the necromancer, a draconian, an archer and a sorceress made you the honorary ‘knight’ of the group, even chipping in to buy you a set of armor tailored to you.

It was while your friends were at a brothel - you may have been in a different universe but you did have a boyfriend back home, hence the ‘no brothel’ rule for you - that things went sideways again. You popped, appearing in the middle of a conference at the UN where there were lizards instead of people, waved, then popped again, reappearing in San Francisco.

This wouldn’t have been such a bad thing had you not been decked out in full armor, armed with numerous knives and a broadsword. The fact that you’d appeared in the middle of a wedding just made things more complicated.

You managed to weave a spiel about trying out your ‘costume’ for the next Comic Con before making a run for it.

Hoping that Eddie was still around somewhere, you trudged home, incurring various stunned looks as you went. Ignored them with long practice, even when you got on the elevator and had to ride to the top floor next to a women with two children.

Lacking a key, you merely kicked your front door in, freezing in the doorway when you spotted a very confused Eddie on your couch. He was obviously in the middle of working on a new article - papers and notebooks were scattered around him haphazardly.

“Um…. hi?” You even wiggled your fingers at him in a little wave, armor glinting in the light from the windows.

Everything went flying - laptop included, ouch - when he realized who you were. He crossed the apartment in a run before wrapping you up in a crushing embrace.

“You’re alive!”

The stark relief in his voice made you wither a little, and you lamely stayed silent, blinking up at him when he pushed you back and held you at arms length.

“Where have you been?! We searched the entire City for you! Twice! Thought you’d been kidnapped or worse–”

You rose a hand to place your fingers against his mouth when his voice cracked, the tears in his eyes making a pit open up in your stomach. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I should have told you. This just…. happens, sometimes. Well, a lot of the time. I can’t control it. Usually I can feel it before it happens, but this time I didn’t have any warning and–”

“This has happened before?”

You winced a little and pulled away, walking past him and into the apartment. Waited until he’d closed the door before speaking again. “Weird things have been happening to me since I was eight. Things would pop in and out of existence around me, things that we’re from my time or our world. They’d always vanish again eventually…. When I was twelve I vanished for a week, met Robin Hood, he taught me how to shoot a bow–”

The look of disbelief on Eddie’s face made you growl. “See that? That right there. That’s why I don’t tell people. My parents had me admitted to psych wards because I trusted them. You know what electro-shock therapy is? It ain’t fun! But this shit happens to me, all the time. And you, Venom, are not the poster child for normality, so quit lookin’ at me like that!”

He winced at bit at that, then sighed and walked over to you. “Okay. Okay, we’re sorry, this just sounds….”

“Insane. I’m aware. I’m also aware that since aliens exist and that there are mutants running around and a guy in New York called ‘Spider-Man’, that this isn’t the weirdest thing in this reality.”

“Point.”

“Damn right ‘point’,” you muttered angrily, huffing as you headed for your bedroom. “There’s also the fact that I’m not stupid enough to say these things without some goddamn proof. So, c’mere.”

Grumbling a little, you stomped over to the locked chest at the foot of your bed, shoving clothes off of it before raising your thumb to your mouth and biting into the meat of it. Eddie made a noise of complaint at the sight, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Needs blood given without duress to open,” you explained as you pressed your thumb to the lock, grinning at his look of shock when the combination lock spun crazily, five numbers clicking into place before the three heavy latches popped open. “Got this thing from a wizard when I turned twenty. Best security I ever invested in.”

The flabbergasted look on Eddie’s face was almost worth it when you started pulling things out and laying them on the bed, explaining what each and every one of them were and where you’d gotten them from. His eyes got bigger and bigger with every keepsake you pulled out, right up until you pulled out the Venom comic and thrust it into his face.

“Bet you were wondering why I was so chill when you told me about the symbiote, huh? I already knew about it.”

“This can’t be real,” left him in a whisper as he took the comic and flipped through it. The symbiote that was masquerading as his shirt visibly undulated, a tendril extending to poke at the comic, as if to make sure it wasn’t a hallucination.

“Oh, it is real buster. There’s a reality where practically every weird ass thing in this world is just a bunch of stories. Spider-Man, Magneto, Wolverine, fuck, the entire X-Men School - comic-books. Every single one. There’s a universe where Batman is real, another where the galaxy nearly got it’s metaphorical balls handed to it by monstrosities called ‘Reapers’, another where crab-people try to overthrow governments. Trust me, I have seen some weird shit.“

“You never told anyone?”

“The people I did tell had me committed,” you reminded him. “I learned to keep this kinda shit to myself. I wanted to tell you. I did. But…. Well, the amount of people who have flipped out on me and left is kinda a hundred percent. I have videos, and they still didn’t believe me.”

Eddie shook his head a little, still looking stunned. “We believe you. It’s impossible not to. We’re holding the story of our own history in our hands.”

“Sorry about that. Kinda had to go for the shock value.” You paused, hesitant. “You really believe me?”

The wary hope in your voice made him walk over to you and wrap you up in a hug, leaning his forehead against yours. “You’re very convincing.”

“And the symbiote?”

“Glad to have our morsel back.” Eddie blinked a little, then cleared his throat as the symbiote released control of his voice. “We’re relieved you’re alright. We mourned you. We’ve spent the past month trying to find you.”

“This’ll happen again,” you warned him softly. “I can’t control it. I wish I could, but I can’t. And I don’t have control about how long I stay away. Could be a week, could be a month….”

“But you’ll come back? Eventually?”

“Always do.”

“Promise to come home to us?”

You smiled. “Hun, if you can put up with the insanity that is my life, you’re practically stuck with me.”

“Good,” he murmured before kissing you, and you shivered happily as you kissed him back. “Now, show us how that Lightsaber works.”

[eye-raq]

I wanna try a new play

Erik x Black Reader.

Warnings: This is a SMUT with some Knife play kink. blood is mentioned. Quite long oneshot.

Summary: Its an average ass night for these two in the playroom, Erik wants to try out his longtime fantasy of knife play with his obedient sub girl.

Special thanks to my wifey @vanitykocaine for helping me! 

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The table was cold underneath her skin in the middle of their playroom. She lay there stiffly, watching his body from her peripheral vision trail back and forth on the side of the table. The red hue of the light set a euphoric vibe for the both of them and the anticipation was almost unbearable. 

Right on the opposite side of the table was a vintage VHS camcorder that Erik loved to use during playtime to record all his favorite moments. This was clearly a special occasion since he brought it out tonight.

“Look at you, fucking helpless laid out in front of Daddy. My little fucking princess.”

He ran a single finger up her arm, “Daddy loving this shit right now. If only you could see yourself..” 

Erik was completely bare, ski mask resting over the top of his head, not fully covering his face. His gold chain clung to his almond-colored skin and those gold fang grills in his mouth didn’t help situations, it only made her want to lick his teeth and suck his lips.

“You know what daddy wants to play with today?” 

He walked away, finally coming back after about a minute with a small duffle bag resting at his feet.

“So what? you mute today? can’t fucking speak?” 

She gulped, horse voice finally speaking out “What do you have in mind Daddy.”

She dug her nails into the cold surface of the table, watching him dig into the bag. She could hear the sound of metal rubbing against each other and it made her chest clench. Did he want to do what she thought? 

One by one, he roughly stabbed blades and daggers of different sizes into the wood table, trailing it along the length of her body. She froze, eyes gazing at the many lengths and shapes of them with a mixture of awe and fear.

“Daddy has a whole collection of these.” He stared down impressed.

“Which one would you like Daddy to use for knife play today?” His low voice was like music to her ears, causing her to lift from the table to get a better view. Her black lingerie-clad body flenched as she came across an all black snake blade. it was long and sleek and sexy. She ran her fingers along the blade, watching her reflection in it.

“Good choice.” Erik snatched it up quick, flipping the blade in his hand with skill. He pointed the blade at her then, leaning in further.

“In this room, Daddy is in control. When I tell you to do something, I mean that shit. You can leave all that fear at the door now princess because today I’m Killmonger, not Erik.” He had a warning in his voice and his eyes were set and hard on her. Her eyelids fluttered, “Yes Daddy Killmonger, I’m at your will.”

He smirked down at her evilly, “That's right my little bitch.”

He walked around the table with the blade in his hand, eyes never leaving her. 

“Tonight I get to see how that blood taste. I’ve been longing for this.” 

He pressed the cold blade to her belly, circling there over her belly button. She arched from the contact, rolling her hips. Erik lifted the blade, digging the sharp point into her belly slightly, causing her to go stiff.

“Communicate your level of pain” He pressed it further, eyes concentrating.

“0 Daddy.” He hummed in approval, “Good, let's keep it at 0″

He dragged the blade up to her bra, running it under her straps before slicing them clean in half on each side quick.

It was so quick that his hands were a blur, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. Erik forcefully ripped the rest of the fabric off, tossing it to the other side of the room.

“You know what I imagined?” He leaned forward, taking one of her hard nipples in between his lips sucking slow then biting. She hissed low, eyelids fluttering.

“I imagined sticking my blade RIGHT. HERE. watching the blood ooze like wine.” He pointed the blade in between her breasts, applying pressure and finally breaking the skin. She gripped the edges of the table hard, eyes squeezed and her toes curling.

It hurt so damn good. She couldn’t lie about that.

Erik lifted the blade to his tongue, licking it slow, eyes lustful and on his princess.

“Level of pain princess.” 

“0..0 Daddy.” She breathed out low to try and calm her heart.

“Good, that’s what daddy wants.” He leaned over her, his hard dick pressing into her side as he tongue kissed her wound, moaning in between every lick and suck.

“It’s so fucking sweet baby, it's just as good as that pussy.”

He rubbed his lips into her blood, “I want you to taste yourself.”

He slowly brought his lips to hers, gripping her chin tight before crashing his lips on hers. 

“Oh fuck yes”

His tongue grazed hers.

“Yes taste it”

He bit at her lip watching the red stain her teeth.

“It tastes good, doesn’t it?”

She ran her tongue over her teeth eyes on his.

“So sweet princess”

He sucked her lip slow, bringing the blade to her lips for more.

“I just want more.”

He brought the blade to her neck, making a small incision that made her almost curl from the contact. She moaned out loudly, moving her head to the side to allow him more access.

He gripped her neck, damn near choking her as he tongued her blood.

“It's so good omg.” He was in heaven. He couldn’t help but love the way she tasted, and he was bloodthirsty.

He lifted his head, pressing his thumb into her wound to draw more blood. He placed his thumb on the tip of his dick, rubbing it there.

“Daddy wants you to suck his dick.” He gripped her head rough, dragging it to his dick.

“I want you to choke on my shit, remember...in here you do what I say.”

He pressed his blood covered dick to her mouth, grinding there for access and she obediently opened for him.

“Good girl, now swallow my shit.”

He lowered her head to his pelvis, her nose pressing there taking in the smell of his sweaty skin.

She relaxed her throat as he fucked her mouth roughly, her spit oozing to his lower belly, and on her breasts.

He hissed low, tilting his head to get a better view, “FUCK. it's all the way to your throat.” He rolled his hips for traction. 

“Fuck, your good for it baby.” He brought the blade to his lower belly, slicing his skin there. She could feel his blood come into contact with her upper lip and the feel and taste of the iron in his blood mixed with the taste of his skin sent chills up her spine.

“Lick my blood. EVERY FUCKING DROP. I don’t wanna see you waste it.”

He dragged her head to his cut, watching her lick there eyes closed. She was immediately turned on, and she knew her pussy was clenching for him right now.

Erik pulled her head back, watching his blood as it stained her teeth and tongue. He slowly dragged her head back to his throbbing dick, moving her head with every stroke.

“Fuck that god damn mouth.” He watched his spit and blood mix with every stroke, eyebrows knitted together. 

“I bet you can’t get enough of this dick in that nasty fucking mouth.”

She trailed her doe brown eyes to his humming on his dick. She could see his abs began to flex.

Erik pulled her head off his dick, a loud pop, a trail of spit dripping down to her chest.

He bought the blade to her throat slow, twirling it there against her skin. She gulped as the warm surface of it scratched at her skin.

“Daddy wants you to arch your back for him so he can bust that pussy open.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She turned over on her knees, arching her back for him. Her head turned to get a view of him as he held the blade between his teeth, with his dick in his other hand.

He stroked himself slow, resting his glistening dick up with her entrance.

Erik thrust in slow, grabbing her hair tight yanking her head back. He lowered his ski mask over his face, bloody pelvis grinding hard into her pussy. She held onto the edge of the table as it began to move, knives falling forward in front of her hard.

Erik dragged the blade up to her shoulder, dragging it deeper than before along her shoulder. She screamed out low, a single tear escaping her eye, her limbs trembling. Erik leaned forward midstroke, licking her shoulder with his slick tongue, biting down hard with his gold fangs digging into her skin.

“Fuckkk. level. of. pain.” She didn’t respond right away, breathing uneven.

“Princess, I asked you a question didn’t I?” Erik placed the blade between his teeth, dragging his fingers in his blood from his wound mixing it with hers.

He placed his fingers in her mouth, gripping the side of her mouth.

“You can’t fucking speak? OK.” Erik pounded her deeper, causing the table to almost tip forward. She bit down on Erik’s hand from the sudden movement, causing him to grip her hair tighter, bringing her to him with the blade to her throat again.

“You see this blade right?” He circled it around her neck.

“Imagine me slicing you here, it would be an even bigger mess to clean up.”

Her heart leaped in her chest, real fear causing her adrenaline to pump.

“You wouldn’t do that too me Daddy, would you?” Erik slowed his motions, pressing his lips to her ear.

“For you to ask me that question, lets me know that you don’t know Daddy very well.” 

Erik slammed her back to the table hard, her cheek painfully coming into contact with the table. 

“You got Daddy disappointed in you princess, so disappointed.” The blood from his wound smeared on her ass like art as he pounded her hard. She fluttered her eyelids closed, legs giving out on her as her stomach tightened for the sweetest orgasm.

She dug her nails into the table, scraping the wood. Erik felt the pressure build within her, and it was so intense that it pushed him out of her entrance, the burst of liquid gushing out of her pussy, drenching his legs and the floor.

“You fucking bitch. You squirted on Daddy dick.” Erik rubbed the liquid in with his blood, bringing his fingers to his mouth sucking.

He let out a hungry groan, gripping her leg tight, flipping her on the table. He entered her without a word, legs over his shoulders.

She groaned from the contact, hand pressed against his abdomen from how deep he was.

“You can’t take it huh? You can’t take this dick but you can take me cutting that pretty chocolate skin.” Erik placed the blade at her mouth, sticking it in slow. She froze from the contact, eyes glued to the blade pressed against the side of her mouth. One slight movement and he would slice her mouth clean open. Daddy was crazy, especially when he treated her like this.

Her eyes traveled to his, and they were glossy. Erik stared down in excitement and mischief.

“You look so helpless...” He leaned forward, resting his mask covered face in the crook of her neck, grazing his gold fangs into her neck. Her mouth was suspended open from the blade, and he was doing wondrous things with his dick sinking into her walls.

She let out a muffled cry as her lower body lifted from the table to meet his harsh strokes. She felt the pressure again, and her body went stiff to allow it to overtake her body. Erik was lost in her for a moment, releasing the blade from her mouth to stroke harder. She could tell he was lost in her pussy by the way he dropped his role-play act. 

“Yes daddy, give me that dick.” Erik gripped her legs to her ears, leaning up to stare at his princess as he stroked her, throwing his head back from the contact.

The stickiness from his drying blood came into contact with her pussy from each stroke. She reached forward to lift his mask from his face, taking in the sweat that formed on his forehead.

“Fuck, princess I love this pussy.” She could tell he was close, and he knew he was too coming into contact with her neck gripping tight. She reached up to grip his wrist, feeling oxygen deprived.

“Damn princess, Here it go..” He came deep inside of her with force, pulling his dick out jerking the rest onto her lower belly. He threw his head to the side in awe, his body a sweaty tired mess.

Erik released her legs allowing her to lift up on the table.

“That was really intense Erik.”

Erik paused his motions with his hand grasping his Polaroid camera, “You see that door still closed right?” She glanced at the door with caution.

“As long as that door is closed, you refer to me as Daddy Killmonger, You hear me, little girl?”

She saw the warning in his eyes, “Yes daddy, I’m sorry.”

Erik smiled sadistic, dimples deep, “That's my good little princess.”

He walked back over to her, leaning her body back a little resting his head on her stomach right above her cum stain that was mixed with dry blood. He brought the blade to her skin again, his tongue sticking out with the Polaroid camera raised for a selfie picture.

The flash almost blinded her, rubbing her eyes feeling the contact from Erik’s skin going away as he fanned the picture, watching it come into view slowly.

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Hope you guys like this fic, its a bit dark and kinky if you are into that type of stuff

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[passiontaee]

[rec:] (m) | 02

pairing: leaderline x reader

genre: smut

ratings: m 18+

warnings: studio sex, slight daddy kink, choking, foursome, crying kink, cum play, spanking, light bondage, anal sex, double penetration

word count:  2,919

summary: it’s not easy dating idols, let alone two. but luckily they’re in the same group. the only problem is one of their group members has his eye on you too and well, three guys one girl? Seungcheol makes your blood boil but yet and still he also seems to know how to make you weak in the knees. and whether you know it ot not, Soonyoung and Jihoon have picked up on this and have arranged something for their baby girl.

a/n: oof chapter two of the first part uwu

“We’re having a foursome,” Seungcheol blurts out.

You look at the three blankly. Despite being thoroughly fucked out from Soonyoung finger fucking you until your toes curled, you’re at a loss of for words. What? You start laughing at the absurdity of it, letting your body lean into Soonyoung’s. Jihoon’s arms are crossed and Seungcheol doesn’t look too happy about your reaction. You reach a hand up, carding your fingers through the blonde’s hair. Soft, despite the bleaching from their latest comeback. 

“We’re not having a foursome,” you insist. You’re not letting Choi Seungcheol anywhere near your body. Despite how your loins ache for him currently, having been aroused at the sight of him watching one of your boyfriends eat you so thoroughly. Your cheeks color at the memory of how hard he’d looked at you, as if peering into your soul. 

“We’re not? I thought you wanted this baby?” Soonyoung speaks up against your throat, rolling his hips against your thigh this time. He’s completely erect and you’re aware that it must be uncomfortable in those jeans. Maybe you should drop to your knees and repay the favor. You lick your lips at the thought. 

“Y/n you don’t have to lie to us. We’re fine with it,” Jihoon sighs. You look at him as if he’d told you that he’s going to be growing ten inches in the next year. They’re fine with it? 

“Wha—”

“Mingyu? We knew what was happening so we sent him at you. We’d already planned this out weeks ago. You’re not really slick with hiding how you feel, even towards Seungcheol. The last time we had sex you moaned his name on accident. I don’t even think you remembered that,” Soonyoung sounds amused, but you’re horrified. Seungcheol apparently finds this funny because he laughs at this, amused. 

“You moaned my name? I knew you had a thing for me. You’re so tsundere,” he shakes his head at you and you want to grab Jihoon’s expensive electronics and throw them all at him. How dare he talk so highly of himself when he’s the one who’s the outsider? He’s got some nerve, you think to yourself, pouting. 

“I still say no,”

“Come on, it should be fun! Look, Jihoonie’s down for it. I’m down for it. Cheol-hyung is totally down for it. You’re the only one who’s putting up resistance though you’re the main one who’s wanting it,” you’re caught by Soonyoung’s words, knowing he, in fact, knows you better than anyone. And therefore, he knows that you really have be lusting after the leader. You eye them all again, seeing the all too eager look in Seungcheol’s eyes and you relent. Far too easily. 

“Fine.”

♡

You’re not even sure how they'll manage to fit.  

The hoodie had been snatched off as soon as they decided to collectively pounce; Jihoon and Soonyoung at your neck with Seungcheol claiming your mouth. Of course a competition was made out of it as you two fought for dominance, but he’d won, obviously. They’d wrestled you onto the floor, stroking your hair and calling you a good girl as Jihoon tied you up with some electrical cables he’d had on his desk, promising he had a switchblade to cut them off once you were all done. You were their toy for the evening, for now. You promise to let them use you, to fuck you in every hole you have and fill you up in more ways than you can imagine. Have you ever been so horny? You’re barely knelt before it’s Seungcheol who’s whipping his length out; angrily pink and one of the prettiest cocks you’ve seen on your life. It’s hard; roaring to life and pearling white pre-ejaculate from the rose tip. Your mouth waters at the sights as he presses his tip at your mouth, Jihoon sitting in his chair, twirling your panties around his small fingers as he watches you hungrily, hand disappearing into his own sweats as Soonyoung stands beside the leader, his cock in his hand as well, pumping it as your lips part to receive Seungcheol’s girth, eyes darting between the three men. Jihoon’s free hand finds the camcorder the boys use to film videos with, deciding this will do for your sexual rendezvous. The attention of the camera has you willing to act, turning on your charm as you open your mouth to allow him to slide in just the tip, swirling your tongue around the head of his erection, his hips struggling to not just buck and shove all the inches down your throat. You four have plenty of time, and plan on using it. 

“Fuck, your mouth feels amazing,” the brunette hisses, Soonyoung rubbing his own cock against your cheek, smearing it with his pearly white fluid as he nods, eyes fixated on you. 

“Just wait til you get to her pussy, it’s even better,” he insists, causing the three men to moan. You suck and lick, making sure it’s messy and sloppy. Eyes darting up to look at the man before you. This same man who you swore you’d smother in his sleep yet at the same time you’d purposely wear the teeniest shorts around the dorms whenever you visited and knew Seungcheol was there, just to flaunt your golden legs and watch hims stumble over himself as he struggles to keep his hands off of what isn’t his. But right now, you’re his as well. And he can finally be greedy and show you just what being only his could feel like. You long to touch one of them, to pull one closer, but you can’t due to being tied up—it’s no even a problem but the desire to touch and feel is so strong that it has you struggling a little in your restraints. Soonyoung’s hand cups your jaw, tugging gently at it as if asking you to take more of Seungcheol, and you eagerly oblige for him to slide in further until his tip is snugly pressing into the back of your throat. You struggle just moderately to breathe, but you hear cooing from Jihoon that relaxes you. You look over and see he’s stroking his shaft quickly, camera steadily on you. 

“Look at you, being such a slut for three fat dicks,” he starts up, filth flowing out of his mouth like water. You moan, pressing your legs together, feeling Soonyoung seeming to want in as well. Luckily for you, having two boyfriends meant practicing slobbering all over two cocks at once, so you just open your mouth a little more for Soonyoung’s tip to follow in behind Seungcheol’s, both men cursing at the slick sensation of rubbing shafts and being inside your hot mouth. You smirk, eyeing the camera coquettishly and fluttering your lashes as you start to bob your head slowly, getting used to the stretch of your mouth. Jihoon curses from his spot, moving a little closer. “What a slut. Really, taking two at once? I wonder can you fit three, but maybe later. For now, such their cocks like a good girl,” 

You’re positively leaking at this point, it not taking long before both men are fucking into the small orfice. Your mouth isn’t large enough for the thickness both men possess, so Soonyoung draws out and just ruts against your cheek as Seungcheol’s tip slips down your throat. But neither of you seem to care as his hips start moving and you relax your throat, letting him have free reign in fucking your mouth with no mercy, grunting and cursing as he looses himself. You look up and catch the underside of his jaw; all angular and sexy. You whimper, eyes watering as you struggle to breathe and struggle to not gag from the leader’s force, amazed by his beauty as well. Your boyfriends don’t hold back fisting their own members in tandem with Seungcheol’s thrusts, their deep and throaty groans filling the area of the mini studio. Your eyes close as you loose yourself, but Soonyoung’s hand is on your face again, giving you a warning look you know too well. Don’t you dare close your eyes it says loud as day, and you oblige. Your eyes lock with his as Seungcheol continues, until you feel his orgasm rock through him. You choke on semen as he pulls out, your mouth overflowing but he continues cumming onto your lips, your mouth opening for more though he sprays it on your lips to watch it drip inside. This of course triggers the other two, Jihoon even getting up to take part in coating your face and breasts with their ejaculate, spraying all over you when you do. You close your eyes as Soonyoung’s nearly blinds you, but you made a whimpering noise as you feel three cockheads rubbing the moisture into your skin like a skincare routine. You look up at the three, eyes a little unfocused, and you’re positive one of them swears. 

♡

In no time you’re up on your feet, pressed into Soonyoung who kisses you with vigor. Your mouth reacts naturally as you feel yourself being pulled along as he seats himself in Jihoon’s “throne”. The other two males watch as you’re guided down by your hair to become face to face, yet again, with Soonyoung’s crotch. You lick across his softening cock slowly, to entice him as he grabs the camera from Jihoon and focuses on your face. Seongcheol moves behind you, rubbing a large hand over your ass. 

“You two think she can fit two cocks in her at once?” he questions. Your legs nearly give out. 

“Possibly. We haven’t tried it before but I’m sure she can. This cunt can take anything, I’m positive,” Jihoon points out, landing a smack against your left cheek. You cry out, even as he soothes over the spot with a gentle rub, before smacking again, another rub following behind it. 

“You’re so good to us, y/n. So pliant and eager to please. I can’t wait to sit here and watch you choke and take two of us at the same time,” he breathes.

“I want this beautiful ass. I’ve been dying to have it squeeze my dick,” Seungcheol says, running a finger across your pucker lightly. You clench it instinctively, shuddering. “Do you two have lube?” 

Soonyoung rummages around int he drawers beside him a little, keeping the camera focused on you. His cock is stirring to life again and you busy yourself with kissing at the still soft shaft, hoping it’ll spring to life soon. He grabs a bottle and tosses it to Seungcheol who catches it as Jihoon rubs his head against your folds, wetting himself up in your arousal. He sighs. 

“Fuck it’s been too long,” he breathes whistfully. Soonyoung laughs from where he strokes your hair, babbling sweet nonsense to you as you ressurect his boner. 

“We had sex two days ago, baby” 

“Yes, but I’ve missed it still,” he pouts, causing Soonyoung to roll his eyes. Meanwhile, Seungcheol’s uncapping the bottle, drizzling the cold liquid all over your clenching rim, your body reacting immediately with a shudder. Jihoon slides in and you curse, Seungcheol prodding at your asshole with the blunt head of his cock. Soonyoung’s dick is roaring to live already, and you feel overwhelmed with sensations. The stretch of Seungcheol pushing in has you clenching at first, but you relax, remembering that clenching down would only make it worse. You mouth at Soonyoung’s balls along the underside of his cock and he struggles with filming, watching the sight of two men plugging both your holes and your mouth eagerly implying you want more cock shoved down your throat. 

“Daddy’s filthy little slut, taking two huge cocks at the same time. You just had one down your throat yet you want mine,” he says to you, and you preen, knowing that he knows your daddy kink is something serious. You swallow a testicle, sucking and slobbering all over it as his length slaps you across the face lightly, feeling your holes being slowly stretched, both men trying to figure out a constant, steady rhythm to please themselves and to please you. Not wanting two separate rhythms. Neither of them were for sure dancers—maybe Soonyoung should be back there—but they don’t complain.By the time you’ve got both balls in your mouth they’re thrusting more confidently, Jihoon’s breathy little moans following Seungcheol’s deep ones, both men’s hands pawwing at your hips. Seuncheol’s roll up to your breasts cupping them from beneath you and pulls you back to take both of them in each hole as Soonyoung pulls you away from his balls, placing your head at his dick. “Suck,” he insists, though it’s a command—you know one when you hear one. It isn’t hard to tell the three were, at this point, eager to get off, get you off, and feel you in all ways possible, and it sort of pleases you to know three extremely attractive males would like to collectively rearrange your guts. You can actually feel Seungcheol’s tip poking through your stomach, actually in your guts. And it’s arousing nonetheless being used like this. The two males speed up with their tandem rhythm, your mouth parting for Soonyoung to slide through your lips. He hisses, petting you and making sure to get a close up of your face. Jihoon looks up. 

“You need to see this,” he says simply and Soonyoung’s handing the camera over, pressing it close enough so that it can capture you taking two dicks. Next time, if there was a next time, you’d take two in the same hole, maybe three, but this is just the beginning. 

♡

You cry as they pound away, skin hitting skin and balls slapping against your pussy. Really—tears blur your vision as Soonyoung fucks up into your mouth as the other two fuck into your lower body. Sandwiched between them, you wonder is your soul really going to leave your body.The level of arousal is high; higher than threesomes with your boyfriends. Adding Seungcheol to the mix just makes it better, and makes your legs more wobbly. 

“Daddy’s good fucking cock slut; your cunt is swallowing my dick whole,”

“Yeah, take this fat cock in this tight little ass,”

You hears the two behind you, smacking her ass with their thrusts. You’re full out sobbing around Soonyoung, who’s balancing the camera but has his head tilted back, moaning relentlessly as he fucks into your hot mouth. You’re overwhelmed, overdoing it to the max but you can care less. Three dicks one girl isn’t as bad as you’d initially thought. You feel a warm sensation behind you as it’s Jihoon who’s rhythm stutters first, yelling out obscenities as Seungcheol follows suit, both pumping your spent body full of their seed. Soonyoung’s hand shoots out, unnanounced, and holds your head down until your nose is flush against his crotch, the coarse hairs at the base tickling your nose as he comes down your throat, holding you there despite your spluttering and choking. The cycle triggers your own orgasm as well, your walls and ass clenching around the two cocks nestled in there, causing the two men to groan. Your vision gets spotty and it takes you weakly whimpering for Soonyoung to seem to remember you’re literally choking most likely and he pulls your head away. You sputter, coughing up semen all over his thighs but he doesn’t care. The four of you catch your breath, the two behind you sliding out slowly. You recover your breathing and rest your head on Soonyoung’s thigh, the blonde stroking your sweaty hair. You’re entirely fucked out at this point, and on the verge of passing out right here and there. Your eyelids flutter, and you fall asleep to the feeling of Soonyoung’s fingers massaging your scalp gently. 

♡

“Go away,” you huff. Jihoon plasters kisses on your face, refusing. 

“Come onnnn. You liked it, y/n,” He tries to cheer you up. But you just curl more into his pillow, hiding your face. Soonyoung grumbles and rolls over, closer to you. At least he didn’t cause your ass and poor vagina to hurt. Jihoon huffs. 

“I’ll buy you some ice cream,” he sing songs. You peep one eye open. 

“What flavor?” you ask, pretending to sound passive. He knows you’re bullshitting. 

“f/n.”

You look at Soonyoung, face all scrunched up cutely, then up at Jihoon who’s got you two caged in. He looks so hopeful, eyes sparkling. You sigh and roll your eyes. 

“Fine. You can fuck my ass next time,” you oblige, earnign a wet kiss on the cheek as he hops off both of you.

“Let me go get my baby that ice cream then,” he calls, grabbing his wallet yet he calls for Seokmin as he waddles out of the doorway. You roll your eyes, but giggle as you feel the blonde pull you closer. 

“What do I have to do to get some ass action?”

You’ve never slapped him across his naked chest so loud, but the cackles prove it didn’t really hurt. 

[silverpenumbris]

Our home and job were nestled in the depths of Hell’s Kitchen, Manhattan. Open during the evenings and closed in the morning, it was a haven for the women who needed to or wanted to, abort their babies for reasons undescribed. Now, it barely felt like a legal business to me. Ben still saw it as legal in his own skewed definition. Legal and profitable.

Three years ago, the government pulled all funding from our business and started using it on pro-life businesses that focused on keeping the babies within the women’s wombs. The dark secret about these businesses was that they meant all babies, including ones from rape or accidents.

At first, his intentions were good and almost heroic. Five months ago, coincidentally when I found out I was pregnant, Ben found a site in the deep interwebs. It was a site where people paid others through cash to see live surgeries happen. Very much illegal, but dozens of users had set up their own accounts to perform or watch surgeries on people and even animals, amongst other disturbing activities. Ben’s work was one of a kind, and since not many people streamed human abortions, he was instantly made famous by the abortion surgeries he streamed live on there. He made sure his connection was anonymous, so he moved the practice from the old clinic we had to our apartment for extra safety.

The women never knew they were exploited so Ben could get money without a lawsuit, and as my belly swelled, I grew paranoid that soon, Ben would want to abort my child for that internet fame and money. These days, women were showing up less and less. Business dwindled and in addition to his abortion work and his salesman job, Ben had to take up extra shifts as a barista during the afternoons.

“We should advertise ourselves, shouldn’t we?” He asked one morning.

“This is a bad idea,” I promptly replied. Deep inside, I wanted Ben to stop performing abortions and filming it for those faceless people. I wanted him to stop profiting and exploiting, the poor women who came here. That intense feeling grew day by day, sharpened by my own pregnancy.

“Lydia, you know that we need money to pay rent here and to live,” Ben replied.

“We can go elsewhere, live in a cheaper town or something.” I pressed my hand upon my stomach when I felt the baby move inside. Ben took a step towards me; I took a step back and hit the counter. Unconsciously, both of my arms wrapped protectively around the swell of my stomach.

“This is what we both need, babe,” Ben said and sighed. He had a face of defeat, but he was far from feeling defeated. “And this is what those women need. They just won’t know the finer details.”

“You already have two other jobs, shouldn’t they be enough?”

“They pay little and I get treated like shit. The internet is faceless and my watchers are happy to see me do those things.”

“What, by flashing an unconscious woman at them and then showing them the baby’s body? Reading about how they jerked off to the surgery? I saw some of their comments, Ben.”

“How strong is it going to be?” Lucy asked in a tired voice.“Will I get knocked out completely?” She gave a worried look at the surgery table as I prepared the local anesthesia.

“Yes,” I lied. No, half lied. I then turned towards the girl who was barely 16 with a sickly face and body. She looked more child than a teenager, with breasts that barely formed and a body still under-developed physically. How she came to be pregnant was a mystery that I offered no hypothesis of, nor did I wanted to question her out of her own privacy. Lucy Cavill was a long time friend of mine; in the past, I babysat her. Now, I prepared her for her first ever abortion. I was disgusted with myself, and of course, I was disgusted with Ben. She, like the other women, would not know what went on when she had her eyes closed.

My eyes looked at the clock hanging on top of the wall. Twenty more minutes until Ben came back from his barista work. While we waited, I nervously looked at the place where the laptop and camcorder would be placed on after the anesthesia settled within Lucy. The baby in my stomach moved (at least, I thought it moved) before I touched my stomach with my hand. Calm down, it’s not going to be you.

The scent of flowers, mostly the asphodels, subtly laced the entirety of the room. They actually came from next door, where the room was filled with them. I regretted planting them, just as much as their symbolism gets to me every time I looked at them. They were not the prettiest flowers, but once upon a time, Ben insisted on growing some so he could clear his mind with them around him.

“If I was in a better position, I would have kept her,” Lucy told me a few days ago. She just found out her baby’s sex and immediately regretted doing so. “I have names for her, Lydia. Names! And if she was born and happy, I would name you her godmother.”

Now as I looked at Lydia, whose face was blank and body stiff, I wondered if she was thinking back to that day. What did I respond with? “You should keep her, Lucy.” Yes, that. I urged her to keep her despite the girl still in high school, still living with her questionably abusive father (that time and time again I wanted her to leave), and still struggling to make ends meet. “I’m sorry, do what you need to do.” And that was how Lucy decided to abort her baby girl, even when she picked out a name for her.

“Her name could have been Willow,” Lucy lamented.

“You can still call her that,” I replied. I didn’t turn around to meet her gaze, but I knew Lucy was looking at me. The skin on my neck began to crawl as the paranoia of what Lucy’s face looked like (I imagined it to be disgust and hatred for me) made me hide. Even though she saw my five months pregnant belly, I still could not bear to show it in front of her. It would be an insult to her, a girl who wanted to keep Willow but could not due to her circumstances.

There was a sigh coming from Lucy and a rustling of clothes. I wasn’t sure what she was doing, as I focused my attention on preparing the anesthesia. Since we had no government funding, the anesthesia was a mostly homemade recipe we used during the surgeries that Ben had concocted and taught me to prepare.

I spoke of the devil and here he came with his red hoodie on and jeans that were too tight for his legs. He smelled of coffee and car oil, but otherwise clean and trim. His presence was only made known when Lucy called his name with a surprised, but happy voice. He asked her some general questions about how she was doing and whether if she was certain she wanted to go through with this. At the same time, Ben pulled out his toolkit; just the noise sent my stomach ache a little.

As soon as I injected the anesthesia and checked on Lucy to make sure she was knocked out, I quickly scampered to the kitchen area. The door shut behind me with a bang, successfully forcing Ben to yell out my name in anger at that. I winced but said nothing before I opened the fridge with one hand while I rubbed my stomach with the other.

I took out ice cream, pasta, leftover pizza, and then some orange juice. I craved barbecue but we had none. After setting them on the kitchen island, I finally indulged myself. The cloak of silence soaked in all possible noise. Even my chewing sounded far off and distant. As I ate, I contemplated my life.

Ben and I met as medical interns. I wanted to work as a nurse and him a surgeon, with an emphasis on childbirth. After we graduated, we decided to start an abortion clinic right just three blocks away from the home. The wait was long and soon we were in our mid-thirties until the legal issues passed and we were able to open the clinic. There were no abortion clinics in this part of Hell’s Kitchen so our days were filled with appointments and actual surgeries. We used to call patients back and check on them, but since funding ended we stopped doing that. Lucy was slated to help out with phone appointments, but she too was told to find another job.

Lucy never found a new job, and so she moved back in with her dad. If I could, I would have asked her to move in with Ben and I. I still asked myself why I didn’t back then because Lucy would have been fine at this moment.

Thankfully, the government didn’t come to our house to get all of our supplies, Ben said. Then that would be the end of the road for us. What I was still surprised at was that none of our neighbors realized we did this. They never suspected anything when they saw different faces going in and out of our house. Ben said he had the perfect excuse for that. Something along the lines of having plenty of friends and relatives who always swung by to chat with us. I, on the other hand, was still worried that soon the police would arrive after someone tipped them off. I couldn’t go to jail, not when I was pregnant.

An hour and some minutes later, Ben came out heaving a sigh of relief. The abortion was a success. What exactly went on there was a mystery; I didn’t like sticking around long enough to see it.

“Lucy is doing fine,” he told me. He smelled funny again, and I felt like I wanted to bolt away and throw up with each inhale. “And we got over $1000 just from that surgery. I read a comment from this guy who said he got off from seeing all the blood and Lu-”

My mug shattered upon the floor.

“Shut up, Ben.” My fist clenched and I was ready to hurl both vomit and the food still on my plate at him. “Just…don’t talk about that in front of me, no matter who the girl was.” I felt a phantom chill trying to fight itself into my skin. Ben noticed and immediately came over to wrap his arms around me from behind. He was rocking me gently from side to side, a gesture that he always did to pacify me.

“Sorry babe,” he said. “I won’t talk anymore.” We stood like this for minutes, before the door to the surgery room opened and out came Lucy, visibly weak and shaken. She looked like she was about to fall. Ben disentangled myself from me and I stood up. We both walked over to her, but I reached her first. Lucy’s lips were pale and she was on the verge of tears. At first, I thought she found out about what Ben did, but then suddenly she was hugging me from the front.

“Willow’s gone, she’s gone…I killed her,” Lucy said, voice quaking just as much as her body was. She never let go, but she loosened her grip when my body tensed. The girl didn’t really cry, but I knew that on the inside she must be hurt beyond repair. I turned to Ben and glared at him. I wanted to tell him to get rid of Willow’s body before Lucy saw it, but then I remembered that Lucy would have seen it anyway because the body was still there, in a bucket, like what Ben always did to the aborted bodies. Bile rose in my throat and I stumbled to the bathroom.

Succulents lined the window sill. Aside from the green of these plants, the rest of the bathroom was just tiled white and dirty brown floor. The bathtub and sink were dirty themselves, and they were something that we overlooked again and again when we cleaned. When I hovered over the sink, bile slowly threatening to pour out, my mind became blank and then — A mass of red congealed mess, a shape that looked suspiciously like that of a human fetus. My face paled and I pulled back with the bitter taste of the vomit still lingering in the back of my mouth. The wall grasped me as I slid down, eyes wide and in tears. I struggled to call Ben, but my voice did find itself in time to do so. Seconds ticked by and the more I waited, the more I felt nauseous. Slowly, I rose and shuffled close to the sink again. The red congealed mess looked less like a baby’s body, but it still looked disgusting. I now blanched, wrenched from my throat, before my eyes turned towards the door. Ben was nowhere to be seen or heard. Where did he go?

I carried my body in me like another life as I walked out of the bathroom. Lucy was asleep on the couch, her form shriveled and pale. The entire apartment was silent, save for the air conditioner and the television in our room. I checked there and saw no sign of Ben; I checked the flower room, no Ben; I checked the surgery room, no Ben. I wasn’t sure why I was so desperate to find Ben.

Maybe Ben left me.

That was my thought before I heard the door open and his footsteps coming in. Ben was there, smelling of the garbage disposal where he dumped Willow’s body in. The black trash bag was still in his hand, but not the body. That was the same bag he used for all the other babies. I cradled my stomach as I walked over to him, conscious of the feeling that my stomach still hurt. “All finished?” I whispered, nervously. Lucy did not have to hear us talking about her death, thrown away baby. I knew the answer, but I wanted affirmation.

“All finished,” Ben responded with a nod before he tucked the trash bag away into a cabinet. This all looked so easy for him: performing the abortion, putting away the dead babies in trash bags, and then disposing of them. At first, I thought someone would find the babies in the large trash bins, but so far nothing happened.

Lucy snored softly, her form still curled in the same fetal position upon the old sofa. When I looked at her now, I was reminded of her and her Willow. A part of me wanted to wake her up and tell her to leave so that I didn’t have to think about those images ever again. By the time I got the chance to cover Lucy up with a quilt, it was already 12 AM.

“Sleep?” Ben asked and nudged his shoulder to my own. There was a hint of playfulness in his voice. Of course, he would ask for sex, even if someone was there, asleep on the sofa, even when there could be a possibility that I wasn’t up for it – and I really wasn’t. So I shook my head and left the bedroom.

I immediately laid myself on the bed without taking off my shoes or my clothes. My mind was too busy to think of something else. Ben’s form immediately came to the other side of the bed. He took off his top and then laid beside me. Soon another day will arrive and perhaps, another customer. Another customer whose face I did not want to see. Every single face, every single deed, and every single conclusion forced my mind to reel into paranoia.

Lucy and Willow still dwelled in my mind, and in a moment of change, their faces became the faces of me and my unborn baby. I was even more afraid now that the possibility was there. If Ben cannot find any more pregnant women who were willing to abort their babies, he might come for me.

“Lucy’s pregnant,” Ben told me one day. I immediately looked at him, surprised and horrified, but also suspicious of his claim.

“She’s not like that, she knows how to keep herself in check,” I replied abruptly. In the back of my mind, I felt another idea popping into my mind. That Lucy never asked for that to happen or the act that allowed it to happen. “How did you know?”

“Her dad.”

The jar of honey I was holding threatened to slip down my arm as I contemplated Ben’s answer. Lucy’s dad was…was an unkind man. But I didn’t think of him as capable of doing such things. At the same time, Lucy could have been raped by other men that were not affiliated with her dad.

“You think he did it?” Ben’s voice brought me back to reality. He read me perfectly. “Lucy’s dad always makes me feel disgusting for some reason…” I didn’t focus on his last part, but the first. Her dad never lets her talk to anyone, especially other men. Most of the times, Lucy was kept in the house. Only when her dad was gone did she leave, and only to visit us.

“Yeah, that bastard probably did it,” I replied, brows furrowing with anger. “I’m going to fuck his face up.” It didn’t take me long to subdue my anger when I realized that I was part of it too. After the closure of our abortion clinic, I told Lucy to stay with her dad. I sighed, almost crying out my frustration.

“Lydia, since she is pregnant now…do you think she will come to us for an abortion?” Ben stopped, seemingly hesitating to continue on. “Surely she will want to abort it if it’s true that her father was…you know.”

I wanted to yell at Ben now too, for his callousness and greed. But, my head hurts and my angered heart wanted to shatter the ribs surrounding it. Ben knew Lucy just as well as I did. He was the one who Lucy trusted first.

Maybe, it was why Ben wanted Lucy’s baby so badly. Trust was a fragile issue in our world now.

“How is the baby?” Ben asked as if he read my mind.

I noticed his choice of words.

“Good,” I lied. I felt Ben’s hand skim down my arm as his lips sought refuge upon my cheeks. He was always a physically affectionate person, especially now after he found out about my pregnancy. What a scary man.

“Ben, I can’t do this anymore,” I said, my voice trembling. There was a silence that flanked the sentence. A silence that was tense and thick with unfulfilled emotions and needs. Ben knew what I was talking about, what I wanted. Taking a chance, I rolled over and looked at him. His face was expressionless, a surreal slab of flesh that watched me. “Ben, I’m scared…” I added, hoping this would at least break it.

“Are you afraid that I would do something to you?” his query hung in the air between us. His form was unmoving, like a frozen wax figure.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I replied, suddenly finding a strong voice and an impossibly reckless mind now that I found my footing again. Nightmares plagued my mind after he started filming his abortion to the internet users. To how he just discarded the babies, unlike what he used to do. Back then, he even went into the asphodel room to stare at the plants, his own atonement for what he did. Now, Ben was different; money hungry and fame hungry, which in turn made him cold and almost monstrous.

“The baby is ours, Lydia, it is ours and not theirs.” Ben sat up and looked down at me. I was frozen by the way his eyes stared down at me, silently caging me within their blueness. There was a strange passion in his voice, a passion that testified to his ability to manipulate.

“But your clienteles are dwindling,” I pointed out. “Soon, the userbase will lose interest and then you will turn to us.” I wasn’t sure why I was so calm, why there was nothing but a slab of indifference on my face.

“You will have nowhere to go, Lydia,” Ben then said, his own face expressionless and tame. “You don’t want to be like Lucy, not with that baby in you.”

My brows furrowed and my face paled. I didn’t want to agree with Ben, but I knew that he was right. I had no one anymore besides Ben and a mother who was too sick to welcome me back. I couldn’t just show up on my mother’s doorstep, asking her to let me stay. Now all the options were laid out to me in a row, but each option wasn’t ideal nor was it safe. I also noticed, too late, that he didn’t directly respond to my statement. A new wave of fear, paranoia, and resentment settled into my chest. Yet, I let him continue on.

“Think about it,” Ben continued on, “If you go into a shelter they cannot guarantee you anything. You have no other relatives or friends nearby, nor do you have the money to stay in hotels forever.” He was still calm, droning on and on words that I already knew. “I love you Lydia, and this is our future – me, you, our child…”

All of a sudden, like the snap of a rubber band, my mind reeled and I stared at the ceiling. Now, Ben’s words became infinitely more powerful than any other thoughts I had. To be honest, I was sure that things would turn this way. That somehow Ben would convince me to stay. Regardless of the choice I made, Ben would always turn me around.

I didn’t know what happened next, but in a matter of seconds, I felt Ben taking me into his arms. He whispered things, promises, but I felt like they were empty. That was the kind of feeling where I thought I was right in my assumption. Despite my brain’s protest, I could not let go.