#will probably lie down and continue booping on my phone

[frogayyyy]

if they don't bring back the boops again... it was a pleasure booping with you

[atinydise]

Ateez slapping their s/o’s butt or whistling at them

❦ Genre: Fluff/Suggestive.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 15k.

❦ Requested: Yes, thank you! 🦋

❦ Masterlist.

HONGJOONG

“Don’t do it... don’t do it...” repeated Hongjoong once again. You stared at him, “don’t do what weirdo?” “Nothing, just thinking out loud.” You gave him a look saying, “okay whatever” and then continued to tidy your wardrobe. Hongjoong was totally immersed by your butt in this sporty shirt you were wearing. It was not the first time you showed skin like this, in fact he wasn’t even shook because you’ve been intimate before. But he ignored why this short has this effect on him. “Where this short is coming from?” He shyly asked. “Hum... I don’t know I found in my old stuff why? Isn’t it cute?” You faced the mirror, looking at your reflection. “It’s cute. I just never saw it before.” “Stop staring at me like you are liking an ice cream and go back to your work.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “Yes, you right...” he sighed. Hongjoong couldn’t help it. Just before leaving the room and almost ran toward you and slapped loudly but nicely your butt. You puffed at this action, “Kim Hongjoong! Since when are you slapping your girlfriend’s ass like that?” “Since this short looks too good on you!” He shouted before closing the door. He sighed of relief, “aaah it feels good.”

SEONGHWA

You went to a Festival with the group. It was a special event in South Korea and you really wanted to go there, at least once. For the occasion, you wore a nice dress a little bit shorter from what you usually wear but it was okay. "When Seonghwa is joining us?" Asked Wooyoung. "He's probably on his way here. He needed to finish his individual schedule first." You looked at the time on your phone. "I really want to win this big plushie!" Interrupted San, pointing at a big fox. "Don't you think you have enough plushies San?" You giggled. He stared at you coldly. "You and Seonghwa might get along really well..." "Come on, this big plushie won't even fit in your room." "And what about the living-room?" he suggested. "Bring this there and I throw your stuff out of the dorm." Claimed Hongjoong, walking next to you. You were about to laugh at San's face, but you heard someone whistling behind you. You instantly wanted to punch who did this, but when you saw your boyfriend with a wide smile on his face, you couldn't help but to melt a little bit more for him. "I was about to punch you!" you kissed his cheek. "Yes, I was scared to come back home with a black eye." He replied. "You are gorgeous." He complimented you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “But don’t do it again,” you said seriously. “It’s not polite to do this to a lady.” “Yes Ma’am.”

YUNHO

Even if you told him that he would be bored because you would be cleaning your entire apartment, Yunho insisted on spending some time with you. He came in the morning around 10AM, you were already cleaning the kitchen. All the dishes were spread out everywhere, waiting to be washed as well. "Hi babe," you greeted him. "You look in a good mood for someone who usually doesn't like to clean." He giggled. "I know but this playlist is sooo good!" You claimed, doing some terrible body rolls. Yunho sat on the couch. "Since when are you cleaning?" "7AM." You continued to dance, cleaning the counter at the same time. "3 hours and you just cleaned the bathroom?" "Blame this playlist," you replied. Secretly, your boyfriend was enjoying the view in front of him. He loved to see you so happy and dancing this way. Even your failed twerks made you cute. "Everybody thinks you shy but I know you are a freak little baby!" you sang out loud. Yunho stood up and sneaked behind you, making sure you couldn't see him. When you bent down on the counter, he slapped your butt. The sound resonated in the whole room. You were a little bit shocked because he never did this to you, but you admitted that you liked it. A lot. "What was that for?" you smirked, booping his nose. "I don't know... I just wanted to." He replied, grabbing a bottle of water next to you, before going back to the couch like nothing happened.

YEOSANG

You slap Yeosang's ass all the time. Just like that because you find it funny and because you know he hates it. Most of the time he would ask you to stop and sometimes even end being mad because of this, but it's just a matter of time. And he couldn't resist against your puppy eyes. But you couldn't help it, it's like you needed to touch his cute butt at least 1 time per day. But after 1 year, he found how he couldn't avoid this daily slap. He just needed to run away every time he feels you coming. Or when he can see you anymore, he would find the perfect moment before you could reach him. Like today, you were enjoying a night walk with your boyfriend and just when he was walking a little bit in front of you, you tried to slap him, but he stopped you once again. "How you do that?" you asked. "I just know you." He replied proudly. "I won't give up." "Don't waste your energy on that anymore." He patted your head. You pouted and continued to walk. Inside of your head, you were thinking about a strategy to get him by surprise, but you completely snapped out of your mind when you felt his hand slapping your butt. You were speechless, you ignored that he would do it one day. He was always so shy. "So? How it feels?" he smirked, knowing that you were confused. "I like it, do it again." You replied. "Huh... she's crazy," he sighed. "Slap me again!" You shouted, trying to embarrass him more. He started to run, trying to stay away from you. "Kang Yeosang, slap me again!" "Help me!" He yelled; scared of you.

SAN

"What do you want to eat for lunch?" asked San, opening the delivery app. "Whatever you want." You replied, looking for a glass. "Come on I already chose yesterday." "Then do it again." San raised a brow. It has been almost 2 days that you were so bratty. At first, he thought that you were a little upset or something but no, you seemed really fine. But he didn't add anything, he just ordered a pizza and closed the app. When finally, the delivery guy handed you the box, you stared at your boyfriend. "Oh, you bought pizza again?" "You told me to take whatever I want." You gave politely the money to the delivery guy and thanked him for his work. "I never thought that you would take pizza again. We ate one Monday." "Then maybe you should have told me about it when I asked you." "Anyway." You rolled your eyes. San knew you weren't mad at him, but why a sudden change of mood? "Are you okay?" he asked, entering the kitchen. You grabbed a piece of pizza, "I'm fine. Why are you asking? Because I said-" "Okay relax," he cut you straight. You rolled your eyes again and engulfed the pizza in your mouth. You couldn't lie on the fact that it was tasty. Your boyfriend noticed your eyerolls again and decided to slap your butt, nicely but you could feel the suggestive side of it. "Don't be so bratty with me." He smirked coldly. You nodded dumbly at him, he looked so intimidating and sexy that you didn't want to make him mad again.

MINGI

"I don't think this jean will fits me well." You stated from the dressing-room. "Everything looks good on you," replied Mingi. "You said that because you're my boyfriend." "Yes, but because I found everything pretty on you too." You stayed silent, smiling dumbly because of this sudden compliment. "Just come out so I can see it." "Don't laugh okay?" you asked shyly. "Why the hell I would laugh? I'm your boyfriend, not the mean girl of high school." You giggled by the thought of him wearing a pink dress and radiating the ‘bad bitch energy’. "Okay, I'm coming." You opened the curtain slowly. You were a bit insecure about your body and stuff, so it wasn't easy for you to come out with new clothes and stuff like that. "Why were you so scared? You look really good in this!" He hyped you. "Really? Isn't it too tight?" "Nothing is too tight for you babe," he winked at you. "Men..." "Can you turn around quickly." You executed; you wanted his entire opinion on this jean. But you weren't expecting him to give you a little slap on your butt while you were turning around. "Mingi!" "It fits you very much, let's buy it now." He smiled widely. "You are incredible..."

WOOYOUNG

You didn't know why you told the manager that you could replace the make-up staff for the week, but you were regretting it a bit. It was so exhausting to follow them around and to apply make-up H24/24 on 8 faces. The only thing you were happy about was that you could see Wooyoung all the time. You just needed to stay away sometimes since no one knows that you were in a secret relationship. But your boyfriend made it hard. He was constantly messing his make-up, so you could take care of him for 10 minutes minimum. "If people don't assume that we are a couple with your comportment then it will be a miracle." You whispered. "I just can't stay away from you," he smiled. "But you will need to because, first of all, I'm tired of painting your face every 30 minutes and second of all because we are going to get problems." "Okay okay," he said. "I'll come every 40 minutes then." You hit his shoulder to bring him back to reality. "I'm not joking Jung Wooyoung! We need to be more careful." Wooyoung simply nodded. In fact, he was contemplating your body on the mirror's reflection. "Okay, it's done." You claimed, standing up correctly. Wooyoung stood up after you and smiled at you before giving you a quick slap on your butt. "Thank you, babe." You wanted to yell at him that he couldn't do such things here, but you were frozen. Too shocked to say anything.

JONGHO

Jongho asked you to come to the practice dance room. They would do a little diner there to celebrate their 600 days as a group. For the occasion, you bought a few snacks as chips, drinks, chocolate bars and stuff like this. You even drew a handmade banner for this special day. Everything was fine. You couldn't help but to think about how your boyfriend might feel. Being an idol was his dream and now he succeeded. You couldn't be prouder of him. Suddenly, your phone buzzed on your coat. Hardly because your hands were full, you grabbed it. Jongho was calling you. "Hello Y/N," he greeted you. "Hi weirdo, I'm almost there." You let him know. "Do you think you will be here in 2 minutes because I'm going to the grocery store." "Hum... if I run ye-" You heard a suggestive whistle behind you. At first, you looked at the bunch of college students which were sitting at your right. You were about to yell; telling them that it was not polite, but you heard the whistle again. You turned around this time. "Jongho! Oh my god," you shouted. "I was about to insult the group over there." Your boyfriend couldn't hold his laughter. "I should have filmed this." "And don't whistle me like that anymore idiot! I'm not a piece of meat." "I know babe, I was just kidding with you." He pinched your cheeks before grabbing the heavy bags for you.

[baepsaesbae]

I Choose You

Pairing— Kim Taehyung x reader

Genre— SMUT,  slight angst, fluff, Idol!Taehyung x reader 

Warnings— fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex always use protection!!, slight choking and slight nipple play

Word Count— ~3.3k

Summary— Being one the secret girlfriend of one of the most famous kpop stars in the world can have its challenges. How much longer can you keep the charade up?

A/N —The fic banner was made by the lovely @ddaengyoonmin.​ I really hope you enjoy it!

“God, this is so nice. I’ve really missed you. You haven’t had a day off in how long?”

“Too long. At least I finally have a day that’s devoted completely to you,” Taehyung boops your nose.

Your (secret) boyfriend, Kim Taehyung, is a world famous idol with one of the busiest schedules in the universe. Despite rarely seeing each other, Taehyung never ceases to show you his love and affection. You get daily texts and videos of him being a goof with the other bandmates. Although the other members were apprehensive about Tae having a secret girlfriend, they soon became supportive after they finally met you.

“It’s silly that you still insist on going on dates in a different city. You didn’t just debut; people will still recognize you outside of Seoul,” you say.

“That’s why we come to little mom and pop restaurants like this! Fewer people come here, plus the food is always delicious,” Taehyung excitedly licks his lips as the food is being served.

“Good point. It doesn’t matter where we are as long as I’m with you,” you smile.

Taehyung returns your smile with a boxy one of his own before he digs into the food.

The rest of the day was spent walking through parks and going into various dessert shops. Taehyung doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, but you do. He’ll take every chance he can get to spoil you, especially on the days that he gets you all to himself.

He drove you back to your apartment at the end of the day. Saying goodbye is always bittersweet.

“I love you, angel,” Taehyung kisses your cheek as you both stand in front of your apartment.

“I love you too, Tae,” you pull him in for a hug, “Stay the night with me,” you whisper to him.

“I’d have to leave early in the morning for practice,” he whispered back.

“I know that, dummy. I don’t care. I just want you to hold me for a little while longer,” you plead.

“Okay, let’s go snuggle then,” he kisses the top of your forehead.

You change into your pjs, preparing to turn in for the night. You jokingly offer Taehyung one of your t-shirts to wear to sleep. He scoffed at your offer and instead just stripped down to his underwear.

“You know I’d prefer to sleep like this,” he giggled as he tackled you onto the bed, “It sucks that I rarely get to, you know, since we’re being filmed so often.”

“Don’t worry, you’re not being filmed here,” you stroke through his soft hair.

As you began drifting off to sleep, Taehyung murmured in your ear, “What if I want to do more than just hold you?”

“What would that entail?” you sleepily replied, your eyes still closed.

“Maybe you could help me with this,” he suggested, slowly grinding his crotch into your backside.

You turn around to face him, your hand trailing down to cup his bulge. You begin palming him through his underwear while kissing along his jawline.

“Is this helping?” you tease.

“Starting to,” he seductively replies.

In one swift motion, he’s on top of you, pinning your wrists above your head. He smoothly grinds his crotch into yours, turning you on even more. He bends over to kiss you. At first, it was a soft gentle kiss as his lips lightly pecked yours. It quickly turned into a deeply passionate kiss, tongues and saliva swapping mouths.

Taehyung releases his grip on your wrists, sensually kissing a line from your neck to your stomach. He tugs off your shorts and underwear before spreading your legs wide open. Without hesitation, he licks a long wide stripe between your folds. He chuckled when you gasped. His continued licking you this way while adding an extra little flick on your clit each time. It felt amazing but his pace was slow, and you started to whine.

“What’s wrong baby? It doesn’t feel good?” he asks.

“It feels amazing. You’re just teasing me a lot,” you slowly reply between breaths.

“Oh, is this what you’re missing?” he asks as he slips a finger into you, causing your breath to hitch.

You moaned out in response, indicating that it was indeed what you were missing. Taehyung returned to working on your clit, his tongue rotating between flicking it and going in circular motions around it. He simultaneously slipped another finger into you and was rhythmically pumping into you, bringing you closer to the edge.

Your legs began to move uncontrollably, forcing Taehyung to pin one of them down as he ate you out faster and more intensely. It wasn’t long after that when you unraveled into his mouth.

He looks up at you with a smirk on his face. He licks off your juices from his lips and just the sight of that was enough to make you horny again.

“God, I missed the way you taste,” he said while taking off his underwear.

He ran his length along your soaked folds, teasing you.

“You think you’re wet enough for me, baby?” he asks.

“Why don’t you find out?” you bat your eyes innocently.

Taehyung responded by slowly filling you up until he bottomed out. He didn’t have the patience to tease you anymore, as he began to roughly slam into you. Your moans drowned out the wet sounds of slapping skin.

Taehyung pushes your knees close to your face to further expose your pussy as the lower half of your body lifts off the bed. His pace begins to slow down as he teases himself by just bringing the tip of his dick in and out of you. Doing this always brought him closer to the edge, but it made you needier.

“Tae s-stop teasing me,” you whine.

“I’m so close, love,” he pants as he moves your legs to rest atop his shoulders.

One of Taehyung’s hands wraps itself your neck while the other fondles your breast. His hold on your neck gets firmer as he pinches your nipple. Every sensation overwhelms you, leading you to an intense orgasm.

Seeing you squirm with pure bliss underneath him is what forced Taehyung to follow suit. His hot juices mixed with yours as he released a guttural moan of pleasure.

You pull him into a warm embrace, not caring that you’re both sweaty messes. He gingerly kisses your forehead, and you nuzzle into his neck in response.

“I love you so much,” you whisper.

“Not as much as I love you, angel,” Taehyung whispers back as he strokes your cheek.

You both fall sound asleep not long after. Taehyung eased you back to sleep when his alarm went off at dawn. He gave you a final loving peck on the forehead before silently departing.

A cold empty bed greeted you as you reached out for Taehyung in vain. You knew he wouldn’t be there, but it was instinctual to cuddle up to him. You sighed and rolled back over to your side. Grabbing your phone, you looked for something to distract your feelings of loneliness.

Checking your phone as soon as you wake up is probably a bad habit. To be fair, who doesn’t do that these days? Your eyes are barely open as you scroll through your social media. Giggling at random animal videos is how you’d ideally want to start your day. Instead, a celebrity gossip article was plastered all over your feed.

“BTS IDOL SPOTTED WITH POSSIBLE GIRLFRIEND?!?!” was sprawled across the top of the article.

Your eyes widened with fear. Did the paparazzi finally expose the secret Taehyung had tried so desperately to keep? Taking a deep breath, you hesitantly clicked on the story.

The photo accompanied with the piece was blurry and hard to make out. The venue seemed to be in some sort of club or bar. The lights were dim but sure enough, you were able to make out Taehyung’s angelic face.

However, you’ve never been to this place before. The girl in the photo was all over him, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her hair color was different than yours, solidifying your aching heart.

Scandals and gossip were common, but you’ve never actually seen footage like this before. Until now, the speculating tabloid articles never had any pictures.

Taehyung would never cheat on you, you knew that. You were sure there was a logical explanation to the picture, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Sometimes you wish the public actually knew about your relationship, that way you wouldn’t have to deal with trivial things like this.

You decided to call Taehyung after reading the article.

“Hey, ___! What’s up?” he happily picked up after one ring.

“Have you seen the latest gossip about you?” you directly ask.

“Uh, there’s a lot of that everywhere babe,” Taehyung replies.

“I’ll send it to you,” you curtly say.

Silence settled as Taehyung opened the article on his end.

“Oh,” you hear him say quietly.

“Oh?” you repeated.

“___, the paparazzi blew this way out of proportion,” Taehyung stated.

“I know. That’s why I called you, so you could tell me yourself what is happening here,” you felt your patience wearing thin.

“That’s an ARMY,” Taehyung simply asserted.

“There are millions of ARMY all over the globe, but none of them party with you like that,” you retort.

“She came up to me telling me how much she loves our music,” he began to explain, “She’s an up and coming idol that just debuted from a small company.”

“Yeah, I read that. Did it ever occur to you that she could have staged that? What better way to become famous than to be associated with a member of BTS?” you admonish him.

“No, that thought didn’t cross my mind. Don’t worry, ___. She was super sweet. She left me alone after she hugged me, I promise. You can ask Jimin if you don’t believe me,” Taehyung attempted to comfort you.

The fact that he brought up asking Jimin reassured you. Jimin can’t lie for shit, especially not to you.

“Okay, I believe you. I’m sorry for nagging you,” you say after a brief pause

“You could never nag me. I think I have some free time next week. What do you say to a street food date?”

“In Myeongdong?” you ask excitedly.

“Where else?” he laughed.

“Absolutely. 100% yes,” you cheer.

“Perfect, I’ll see you then, angel,” he bids you goodbye before hanging up.

A few uneventful days pass. You miss Taehyung (as always do), but seeing that picture of him with another idol really didn’t sit well with you. Taehyung always had the tendency to see the best in people. That’s not a bad thing, but sometimes it ends up hurting him. You can’t stand the thought of someone using him to their advantage.

You were in the middle of a work assignment when your back started to hurt. Working from home is a blessing, but sometimes you get so roped into it that you don’t take a break for hours on end.

You get up to stretch and drink some water. Whipping out your phone, your fingers automatically open up your social media app. What you saw nearly made you spit out your water.

“BTS IDOL SPOTTED WITH SAME GIRL, CONFIRMING GIRLFRIEND SPECULATION!”

This time you don’t hesitate to open the page. Your eyes scanned over the multiple pictures of Taehyung and the girl laughing at a restaurant, sitting at the same table. Anyone would assume that they were on a date. The girl was feeling up on his arms and chest again, and the sight of it made you sick to your stomach.

[5:20pm] I don’t think I can make it to the street food date

[5:30pm from Tae] What? Why? Is everything okay?????????

[5:31pm from Tae] ???????

[5:32pm from Tae] ??????????

[5:35pm] Idk, why don’t you ask your new girlfriend? *link sent*

[5:37pm from Tae] ___, this is just another misunderstanding. You know the tabloids have nothing better to do than to gossip.

[5:38pm] I really don’t like this girl.

[5:38pm from Tae] Why? You’ve never met her lol

[5:40] I just have a bad feeling. When have I ever been wrong about something like this?

[5:41pm from Tae] You’re just being paranoid, love. She’s just a huge fan. She wanted me to give her tips on being a successful idol.

[5:42pm] and you had to do it over a meal? You couldn’t have just texted her?

[5:43pm from Tae] What has gotten into you??

You were crying at this point. You felt that you were being reasonable. Your gut instinct was telling you that something was off about that girl. Taehyung just made you feel like a fool for questioning it.

[5:50pm] Please don’t see her anymore. For me.

[5:52pm from Tae] She’s my fan first and foremost. I wouldn’t be where I am without people like her. Her manager asked PD if we can have a joint company lunch, and he agreed. I’ll be seeing her tomorrow, and that is out of my control.

You didn’t reply for the rest of the night. You curled up into a ball and cried yourself to sleep. You hated this. You hated being in a secret relationship. You just wanted to love Taehyung proudly and openly. It wasn’t fair that some random girl was able to do what you should have been doing all along.

You were extremely unproductive the next day. All you could think about was Taehyung. You wanted nothing more than to cuddle up in his arms and forget everything that has happened.

Your mind wandered to the joint company luncheon. That girl was probably all over him again, but he would just view it as her being a friendly fan. The thought hurt your heart. There had been no conversation between the two of you the entire day.

An episode of My Hero Academia played on your laptop as you huddle around it eating a bag of popcorn that was supposed to serve as your dinner. You didn’t have the energy to cook or go out to eat, but at least you were eating something (that was your flawless reasoning to yourself).

Your phone buzzes beside you. You see Taehyung’s call but ignore it. You were sad earlier, but further reflection turned your mood into one of pure annoyance. The whole situation was ridiculous and just wanted to be left alone for now.

Your phone buzzed continuously as Taehyung repeatedly called. You turned your phone off and turned your attention back to the show.

An hour later there was a knock on the front door. You opted to ignore it and pretend you weren’t home. The knocking persisted. The knocking persisted for a whole 15 minutes.

Fed up, you go to answer it.

“What do you want--”

“I’m sorry,” Taehyung said, hiding his face behind a beautiful bouquet of carnations.

You were shocked. Here you were, not showered and still in your pjs with your mouth agape as Taehyung was dressed up in a Gucci suit looking as if he were about to walk the red carpet. He shyly thrust the bouquet towards you while looking down bashfully.

“Sorry for what?” you cross your arms.

“You were right. About the girl. She tipped off the paparazzi about the company lunch today. She tried planting a kiss on me as soon as she saw me. She made a scene about me “leading her on” in front of everyone. It was a huge mess and PD was furious. There will be a small press conference tomorrow to disperse any rumors,” he explains.

You finally took the flowers from him and wordlessly retreated back into your apartment. He followed you inside.

“I told you so,” you huff, not looking at him.

“I know, angel, I know,” he hugs you from behind, “I want you to come to the conference tomorrow.”

“Me? Why?” you question.

“Moral support,” he replied succinctly before kissing the back of your head.

“Fine,” you agreed.

“You wanna eat in tonight?” he asks.

“You have the time to eat dinner with me?” you slightly cheer up.

“I can even stay the night. If you’d let me, of course,” he spins you around to look you in the eyes.

“I suppose I can let you stay,” you fail at suppressing a smile.

Taehyung orders your favorite takeout food and you eat together on the couch while watching a random movie. You lent Taehyung one of your bigger shirts so that he wouldn’t get his expensive suit dirty.

“Why’d you even show up here in that?” you giggled as he stepped out wearing your shirt with just his underwear.

“I wanted you to know that I was being serious. Also, I’m wearing this at the press conference tomorrow.”

“Ah, there it is,” you laugh.

You drive Taehyung to the press conference the following morning. You enter the building separately, which was a normal occurrence. Taehyung disappears to join the rest of the boys as you sat in the back of the conference room, trying to appear like an intern. Not drawing any attention to yourself became an essential skill. It allowed you to unofficially accompany Taehyung to various events.

Lights flashed and voices raised as the boys entered the room. They all looked nervous, but Taehyung looked the most anxious. He kept glancing around the room until he finally saw you. He shot you a faint smile before taking stepping to the podium as the rest of the boys sat behind him.

“Taehyung! Is it true that you led the young idol on when you had no real intentions of dating her?” a reporter shouted.

“No, that’s not true at all. I was under the impression that she was an ARMY who just wanted tips on how to be a successful idol. No romance was ever involved,” Taehyung professionally answered.

“So you were never dating her to begin with?” another reporter questioned.

“No, I never dated that girl…” he began to trail off as his eyes meet yours, “But I am dating the most wonderful girl in the universe.”

The crowd exploded. Indistinct questions were hurled at Taehyung, but he didn’t care. He smugly smiled at your shocked face, your jaw was practically on the floor. You couldn’t believe what he just said. The boys behind him tried to hide their smiles, indicating to you that they knew what he was about to do all along.

“In time we will reveal our relationship to the public, but for now we ask for everyone to please respect our privacy. That is all,” he concluded.

He didn’t answer any further questions; instead, he promptly left the room with the rest of the band trailing behind him. You quickly exited the room and snuck your way into their practice room, where you found all of the boys.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” you scold Taehyung as soon as you saw him.

“I know you’re tired of hiding, angel. I am too. It’s time for us to be able to go on real dates without worrying who will see us,” he calmly answers.

“PD gave him the okay to reveal that he’s in a relationship. Don’t worry, neither of you will be in any trouble,” Namjoon pats your back.

“Can’t say the same for ARMY,” Yoongi adds.

“Real ARMY would understand. I love you, ___. Nothing will ever change that,” Taehyung said fondly before kissing your cheek.

“Ew hyung! Go get a room,” Jungkook teases.

You smirk at Jungkook before pulling Taehyung into a deep kiss. You didn’t care if the other boys were watching, you couldn’t contain how happy you were.

“EW ____ THAT’S WORSE!” Jungkook bellows, causing the room to erupt with laughter.

This is the start of a new chapter in your relationship, and you couldn’t wait for it to begin.

Published July 31st, 2020. No editing, copying, translating, or reposting allowed. All Rights Reserved © 2020 Baepsaesbae.

[bradshawwannebe]

Bits and Lost Pieces- Part one

A Chain of Silver- prologue

Bucky x reader

Summary: Soulmates gain what the other loses. But you’ve never heard of soulmates born in different centuries…

so in order to get the whole… picture, I’m going to be making this a fic. If i’m moving to fast… oh well. This is also loosly based off of a soulmate tik tok and a fic called I knew you by @klinenovakwinchester its amazing and wonderful and I fully and truly believe that you should go read it 

Warnings: there is slight angst and cuss words, mention of drugs and deadbeat parents but detail are very vague

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“No, Mechel, I’m telling you I don’t have one.”

“Oh… come ON. You really can’ t expect me to believe that you don’t actually have a soulmate.” 

your best friend, Mechel, has been trying, and failing, convince you that you have a soulmate. 

“Ok, well, if soulmates were real, and I of all people have one, why haven’t I found anything? Have you gotten anything yet, from your soulmate? And that is where I'm gonna hit you with a hard no, you haven’t” apparently, whatever your soulmate loses, you gain. However, having something stolen or taken doesn’t exactly count. Mechel figured that one out when some hobo stole her wallet which also included her ID.

“No, I haven’t but that could mean anything, but that doesn’t mean that soulmates don’t exist. Weren’t your parents soulmates or something?” 

You deadpanned, right before you face palmed a bit too hard. “No, Chelly, my parents’ soulmates were drugs. That’s why we were handed over to my grandparents, you dingle berry.”

Her face fell ever so slightly. “N/n, honey, I’m sorry, but I can’t believe that soulmates don’t exist when my parents were. My mom got my dad’s boot… and she didn’t even know him then, and dad got her camera with her name on it. You, have to believe me when I tell you this.”

“Look, you shouldn’t be sorry, I’m sure soulmates do exist but mine probably fell off a train or something and died because I haven’t gained anything. Maybe yours is just super organized and doesn’t lose anything,” you weren’t lying, well not to her. 

Ever since you were little, you always thought soulmates were a hoax. Your father didn’t have one, always trying to find his after your mother left him for someone else, and then your father dropped you and your siblings off at your grandparents house when you were 15, and oddly enough you never asked either one of them if they were soulmates, it just never came up in conversation before. You’ve never had real proof.

“Well, Mechel, I have to get going, I’m opening the store up early tomorrow.”

“Why the hell would you do that?” she asked almost in horror.

“I don’t know, it’s my store, and if I wanna open up early tomorrow, I’m gonna do it,” you sassed standing up to boop her nose, which caused her to scrunch up her face.

“No one likes a smart ass.”

 “I don’t really know about that, I’ve always liked my ass,” you met Mechel when you were a freshman in high school while she was a sophomore and when you took classes to graduate together… God bless the teachers that had you two in the same classes. 

However, your best friend’s voice stopped you dead in your tracks when you got to the door, “It would explain a lot, especially the emptiness you’ve always felt, maybe yours died before they could lose anything.”

“Yeah, your right, maybe.” 

The revelation was really nothing but a self-deprecating jab at your lack of a soulmate, but you never really put two-and-two together. I mean, he might not have fallen off of a train, that would be sad and very painful. 

That night, not much sleep was gained, but you didn’t notice the silver chain that was laying on your night stand either.

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“Hello! Welcome Starstruck Books,I hope you found everything nicely,” you said to the little girl with a soft kind smile.

“Me and Mommy want to find the kid’s books… can you help us?” The small girl looked extremely shy and almost like she didn’t know how to ask the question.

“Sure thing, sugar plum, how old are you?” you asked squatting down to her height. Feeling a warmth spread within your heart at the smile the girl gave you.

“I’m 5,” she said a bit louder counting her fingers to hold them up to you, and you held out your hand for her to take.

“Well, I think we have to find your mommy first, don’t you?” the girl’s hair bobbed up and down as she nodded and she pointed to the adult section of books off to the right.

“She’s over there,” walking over to her mother, you told her where you would be. Just in case something were to happen and she needed to find you.

“Hey, kiddo, how do you feel about poetry?” the little girl nodded and you showed her your favorite book as a child.

“What’s The Giving Tree?” the little girl was full of curiosity pausing between words while reading the title,when she asked you the question. Her brown eyes looking into your own.

“It's a poetic book by Shel Silverstein about a tree and a little boy. The tree loved the boy, and the boy loved the tree.”

The little girl looked thoroughly confused, “How can a tree love a boy?”

“I don’t know, but the tree gave the boy as much as she could, and as the little boy grew up, she kept giving and he kept taking,” at that remark, her eyes lit up.

“Can I take this to my mommy?” 

“You sure can!” she smiled big, grabbed the book, and took off. Her hair bobbing behind her.

“So when do you think you’re gonna be a mom?” you popped up, Mechel standing behind you.

“Oh, I don’t know, Chelly, probably whenever I get married,” you stood up, Mechel stepping closer to you.

“Well, I stopped by your house to-” 

“How the hell did you get into my house?”

“Shut up! That's not the point-”

“It kind of is…” and if looks could kill you be dead ten times over, “Ok, ok, I’m done.”

“Well, I went to your room to see if I could find anything that wasn’t yours and….” her hands whip out from behind her back holding something that you didn’t recognize.

“What-?”

“They appear to be dog tags, any idea where they came from?” that smug grin was what always got you two into trouble in high school. 

“Who-?”

“James B. Barnes.”

“I don’t-”

“ I know you don’t,” and with that she handed you the tags, “you’ve got customers.”

You were in a bit of a shock. So much so, you gave the little girl and her mother a discount on The Giving Tree but that also might have been because you wanted to. You haven’t figured that one out yet.

‘Ring, Ring’

“Hello?” you picked up the phone without even looking at the caller ID.

“Hey, it’s Mechel.”

“I kinda figured that, you lean-to.” 

“HEY! I am not a lean-to… what is a lean-to?”

“Well, firstly, you could have fooled me because you’re attached to me and it doesn’t seem like there is much of any reason to be doing that, and two, you seem like an extension of my dark counterpart.”

“No, honey, I am your dark counterpart, and as your dark counter/lean-to I want you to be happy. So I did a search.” If you can’t hear actions, then you must be delusional or lied to because the smug smirk in her voice was so real.

“What kind of search?” 

“On your James, duh. What else am I supposed to be doing with my life?”

“Well, Chelly, as head of security at the City Hall, watching the security cameras for possible threats.”

“Pfft, your so dense, that’s what my brother does, I’m a secretary at the police station, dummy,” Welp… some friend you are.

“I was testing your memory, now what did you come up with?” 

The hesitation in continuing the conversation on her part was… unsettling to say the least.

“James Barnes has an exhibit at the Smithsonian-,”

“Okay it means he’s smart, keep going,” you walked over to the door of the store, turning the sign to Sorry, We’re Closed!.

“Well, actually he was a soldier in the second World War. He fell of a… well he fell off a train in 1944. They never recovered his body.”

When you collapsed in a sobbing wet mess of tears, you don’t know, but then why did you end up with his dog tags?

“Oh,” you cleared your throat,” I can’t drive right now, not in this condition, could you-.., could you take me home?” It wasn’t a complete lie, per say, but you really just didn’t want to be alone.

“Yeah, babe, I’ll be there in 5.”

“Thanks.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

Well, this explains a lot.

With a small half smile you looked over at your best friend,”Well, I mean at least we know what happened to him.”

She sent you the worst glare possible, you almost thought she’d stab you, but the meaning was very clear ‘don’t do that to yourself’

“Well I mean I wasn’t wrong, but like... if he’s dead why would he have lost something? How could he lose anything if he’s dead? It doesn’t make sense.”

“Stop, you’re going to hurt yourself and you’re over analyzing, and that isn’t good, not now, not ever, especially not in this situation.”

“No, Mechel, you’ve said it yourself. I have a soulmate and at that point one would realize that when their soulmate loses something they gain it. My soulmate lost something. James. Is. Alive. He has to be. It’s logical-”

“No, Y/N, its not. That’s impossible. Have you ever heard of soulmates being born in different centuries? No. James cannot be alive, and that is proven by the emptiness you always feel, for Christ’s sake y/n he fell off of a damn train!”

“Then explain to me why you would have brought the whole thing up if you don’t believe he isn’t alive. Exactly you wouldn’t. Not unless you’re just so cruel you wanted to get my hopes up to tear them apart and I know you wouldn’t do that to me because we’ve been through some terrible crap together. Deep down, subconsciously, you believe he is alive. He lost his dog tags and if I have to find out why, or how. and If I have to do it myself, then by golly I will. I will do this with or without you, you brought the soulmates thing up, you broke into my apartment-”

“You gave me a key-”

“You broke in,” you said with a pointed glare,”He lost this. He has to be alive,”

“Okay, calm down.”

You went silent.

He has to be alive... he has to.

[doggy-48]

So I have a request. Ok so you have to have seen the cliche but great izu and kaachan turned into babies and reader takes care of them. But what if when they turn back to an adult, reader feels a hole in her heart because now she wants a baby. She tries to hide it but, eventually breaks down missing holding a little one. Smut or fluff doesn't matter. I need this 😏😏😏 please and thank you. ❤❤❤❤❤ love your work as always!!

I hope this fic is to your liking! Sorry if it’s not ;_;

A/N

: Sorry if there spelling mistakes or misplaced words or misused words (i’m dumb)! I really need to stop writing fics when i’m running on 3 hours of sleep..AND ALSO thank you boo

(Izuku x Fem!reader, Bakugou x Fem!reader) aged up (cuz like, i couldn’t think of a good story if they were still in u.a)

Izuku

Crying, crying is what woke you out of your peaceful slumber.

“Izuku..what’s wrong..?” You sat up and turned to your boyfriends side of the bed. Izuku is a lil’ crybaby still so you wouldn’t be surprised if he was having one of his moments. But, what you didn’t expect was a baby, a baby? 

You would’ve thought a random baby somehow made it’s way into your home, but the wild hair and emerald eyes poking out of the over sized clothes let you know it was Izuku.

You have no clue how this happened, it was probably another one of those villains with weird quirks like this.

You’re not gonna lie..Izuku is adorable as a baby, but you have no clue how to take care of a baby, do you need to buy baby food? do you need to buy diapers? Your head started to hurt, it was way too early for you to start thinking.

You got up from the bed and went into a stretch, for however long this last it’s gonna take a lot of patience. You didn’t hate babies, you just weren’t good with them, every time you held them they would just cry and cry.

And you’ve seen children be little rebels all the time, you think you would go crazy if you had a child, but you always thought what you and Izuku’s baby would look like. You sighed and walked over to Izuku’s side of the bed and pulled off the over sized clothes he was wiggling in.

“Awhh.” He did look adorable, but he was loud and crying. “What am i gonna do with you?” You leaned down and wiped the tears away from his eyes, as soon as his eyes turned to you his crying died down. “Oh geez thank god, no offense but you’re crying was a little annoying babe.” You gave his nose a little boop and stood up fully and went to go fetch your phone, the U.A group chat needed to know about this. 

Maybe even Jirou will lend you a hand since she has a child with Denki. Or maybe her hands are full? Well, you will never know until she sees.

You got your phone from the charger on the nightstand and turned on your heel, walking back over to Izuku, who seemed to finally to stop crying. You turned on your phone and opened the camera app, you squatted down and turned the camera to Izuku and snapped a picture and sent it to the group chat after.

You: You guys know any age weirdo villains? cuz like, look at Izuku ;_;

Bakugou >:C: Yeah, that stupid nerd fought one not to long ago.

Well, you got the reason why this happened.

Denki: Do you even know how to take care of a child?

You: Nope! but i was gonna ask Jirou for advice

Denki: I’m here!

You: I’ll pass

Denki: >:c

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A couple of hours went by, Jirou heard about the news and came by giving you diapers, baby clothes that her baby grew out of, baby food, and some other things. You thanked her for her tips and kindness.

Over time you figured out how diapers work and how to put the baby clothes on Izuku.

It’s only been a couple hours and your ears already hurt from Izuku crying every time you left the room to go do something. You ended up having to fall asleep in the room with Izuku so he wouldn’t start screaming.

You thought this was a nightmare and couldn’t wait for him to turn back. Having to stay by his side every day so he wouldn’t curse your sleep, even tho he would still cry when he wasn’t getting attention or food. You thought you wanted it all to end.

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By the time Izuku turned back to normal you fell asleep for hours, you thought the nightmare was finally over. 

But, as time went on you kinda missed singing little songs to help ease Izuku to sleep, or fake crying to mock his loud level of crying, or doing the silly airplane food trick to get him to eat. All the things you thought were annoying you suddenly started missing, Yeah, Izuku was already a baby, since he always craved your affection, and he was pretty whiny.

But, everyday when you passed by the baby clothes Jirou gave you, you couldn’t help but frown and miss the little whiny baby Izuku.

You thought you were finally over it until you and Izuku thought it’d be a good time to go on a shopping run since you were running pretty low on food and snacks, You two walked hand in hand down the aisles picking all the food you needed, it was all going well until you heard a little baby crying.

You turned your head in the way of the crying, and you saw the baby and it’s mother, the mother trying to desperately calm down her baby that was wiggling about in the cart, you let out a low chuckle. It reminded of when you rocked Izuku back in fourth in your arms and sung him little songs trying to get to stop crying. Why did you miss it all the sudden? It was a nightmare, or at least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.

“Y/n? You okay?” You turned your head over to Izuku who was giving you little worried eyes. You smiled. “Yeah! I’m fine, let’s continue getting all the stuff we need.” You turned away and led him down the aisles, glancing back at the baby as you both walked down the aisle.

The more children you passed in the large shopping mart the more you missed having to wake up to the devils screams (Izuku’s loud crying). You even started to miss the annoying things, like changing his diaper for the 3rd time that day, or when you were about to fall asleep he’d cry to be fed. The little things.

The more the day went on the worse your mood got, and Izuku picked up on it pretty quickly.

As soon as you guys got back to your shared home and set everything down he was fast to question you. “Are you sure you’re okay Y/n?” Izuku looked really worried at this point, worrying if you something at the store bothered you.

“N-no..” Your voice cracked, why were you so sad over seeing a couple babies at the store, you didn’t miss having baby Izuku that much, did you?

“What’s wrong? Did you not want to go to the store? Did i-” “It’s just- you..i miss you as a baby...” You looked down at the floor, tears threatening to spill.

“That’s nothing to cry about..and i thought you said you hated me being a whiny baby..” “I thought i did, but- i guess not..But! i- i know we can’t have one, you are busy and i don’t want to mess up your hero c-” Izuku cut you off with a kiss. “I’ll always make room for you Y/n, But, are you sure you want a baby?” Your eyes widened, was he serious? Don’t people need like a long talk about this?!

You nodded anyway, your head moving without you even noticing. Suddenly you were being swept off your feet, being carried bridal style to you and Izuku’s shared bedroom.  “Your wish is my command” Izuku smiled.

You were sent down on the bed, Izuku crawling on top of you and placing soft kisses on your jawline and along your neck. 

“I wouldn’t mind starting a family with you, Y/n..”

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Bakugou

You woke up to something patting your face, hands?

When you opened you eyes you saw a baby, a baby who looked a awful like your boyfriend. Wait, why is there a baby in your bed?!

You shot up, causing the baby to fall over, but it didn’t start cry.

You inspected the baby further and after you saw no sign of Bakugou and a baby who looked a lot like him in front of you, you assumed that this was Bakugou.

You weren’t that surprised, Bakugou has got hit with a lot of weird quirks over the past years you’ve known him. And having to deal with them until they eventually wore off. 

You grunted and sat up, picking up Bakugou from his back, and sitting him up properly. “Y’know, i’m kinda glad that you turned into a baby and not like a 5 year old child because i don’t think i’d have the patience to deal with the devil’s child.”

Babies in your book were okay, wouldn’t mind having them but you always thought you wouldn’t be a good mother, and being with Bakugou, having a baby with him just means you have to pray that the baby doesn’t take his grumpy, loud, and rebellious traits. Because you have patience to deal with one Bakugou, but if he has a double of himself you’d probably go crazy.

“See, does this mean i have to buy baby stuff?” ‘That’s too much work’ you thought to yourself, today was supposed to be your lazy day with Bakugou, but instead you were greeted with..this.

You sighed and started to get up, Bakugou’s little face turning into a pout as you got up, grabbing your phone. “Stay, don’t crawl off the bed or something.”

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You ended asking Mina for help since she had a child, and she was more than happy to come over and give you stuff, and take numerous pictures of Bakugou to tease him about when he turned back to normal.

She helped give tips and stayed to help for an hour before she had to leave to tend to own baby. ‘Duty calls.’ is what she said before she ran out the door.

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Taking care of Bakugou wasn’t so much of a drag, since he didn’t cry that often, but he also almost never cried when you stayed near him, the biggest struggle was changing diapers and feeding him, he would always wiggle when you tried to change him and he would turn his head away any time you would hold a spoon up his mouth. You even tried the plane and train trick, didn’t work.

You didn’t even try to figure out how Bakugou turned into a baby, you quite enjoyed him being a baby, Since you probably already had an idea a villain did it. You had to much fun listening to his little giggles he made when you tickled his feet to care, it wasn’t that much tiring as you thought it would be.

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You didn’t want to admit it, but when Bakugou turned back you immediately missed him being a baby, even though you didn’t do that much with him him you still enjoyed him being a baby, you tried to ignore it because you knew Bakugou didn’t have time to talk about a baby when he needed to be #1 Hero. But he obviously caught on without you realizing.

He caught on when he caught you staring at all the baby stuff Mina lent you, at first he didn’t think much of it but it started happening almost every time he saw you.

“Don’t tell you want a baby now.” Bakugou was leaning against your shared bedroom’s door frame. You jumped at his words, gripping the baby clothes in your hand tighter. “What! No..I was just- uh- going...to- thinking about when i was g-gonna give these back...yeah!” Bakugou wasn’t buying it, especially since you didn’t look sure yourself.

“Y/n don’t lie to me.” “I’m nooot. I’m being serious.” You whined. “Plus, even if i did want one, which i totally do not. You don’t have time since you have to be #1 hero remember!” Bakugou lips were in a fine line as he crossed his arms. “Who said i can’t be #1 hero and a #1 father?” “See i t-...wait what?” “You heard me.” See, now if he was joking this wasn’t funny.

“I may want to be #1 hero, but, i will always make time for your wishes, even that means it being a baby.”

[outofmylimitcal]

The Hating Game Pt. 1 - Calum Hood

a/n: some how this got deleted the first time around ???? but here you go College!Cal, i was gonna do frat cal but i avoid them like the plague at school so not the best idea. first part of the series and i dont know how many parts there’s going to be ,, anyway enjoy and lmk what you think!!

part 2

synopsis: natalie has held a grudge against calum since he screwed her over in first year, and cause he’s kind of a snarky asshole, but when he comes to her rescue one night will all be forgiven??

word count: 2023

warnings: swearing, drinking, and kinda smutty??? but not sex

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To say I was done with school would have been an understatement, all my midterms were done, and the semester had hit that lull in between when finals hadn’t started yet, but you had nothing else on your plate. Third year was so close to being done and I could almost taste graduation even if it was a year out, so far, my engineering program had smacked my ass to Pluto and back. Setting my phone down on my desk, I walked into the living room to be met with my two best friends, Charlotte who was also in engineering, and Sierra who was pre-med and hoping to get into med school after her undergrad.

“Hi yes we need to go out for our last free weekend of the semester.” I exclaimed plopping down onto the couch and startling them both up from their phones.

“Luke invited us out to that bar on Main street, all the boys will be there too.” Sierra replied letting us know her boyfriend’s plans, looking back down at her phone. At the thought of ‘all the boys’ I let out a fake gag.

“C’mon Natalie, you seriously still can’t hold a grudge against Calum for what he did in FIRST year.” Char let out, slapping me across the arm.

“I can and I will, I’m down to go, but I can’t say I’ll be pleasant towards him.” I scoffed grabbing the TV remote and aimlessly flipping through the channels.

Okay, maybe holding a grudge for two years is a little bit of an overkill, but when Calum ruined my perfect grade in a class because he thought it was going to be an easy elective and I was going to do the entire project (mind you it was worth 40% of our grade) for him because as he put it ‘it’s my major, I shouldn’t have a problem doing it alone’ do I get to hold a grudge. I mean who the fuck takes computer science as an elective, I didn’t even want to take it and it was mandatory for me. But with him not doing his part, my grade suffered, and with that went my liking for Calum. It may be petty but I’m as petty as they come, nowadays I mildly tolerate him since our friends like to hang out together but not without the fair share of sarcastic banter between us.

“Anyways, it’s 8:00 and they probably want to meet around 9:30 so we should go get ready.” I say turning off the TV and tossing the remote back onto the coffee table, standing up and booping their noses I start the walk back to my room.

“Maybe you should fuck him, that would alleviate the weird ass tension between you two.” Char yells out from the living room, followed by a burst of laughing coming from Si. I continue walking back to my room, flipping them off behind me.

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Meeting back up in the living room at a quarter after 9, my makeup was done, I’d thrown on some random band tee, and slipped on my shoes and leather jacket, twirling my house keys in my fingers as I took one last look in the mirror.

“Hurry the fuck up, I don’t wanna get stuck in the line. Again.” I yelled out to them, and as if on cue they walked into the foyer, clipping their bags closed and fixing up the last few things.

“For someone who says they hate him, y’all sure do dress very alike.” Char chirped while slipping on her own shoes.

“Hate is a very strong word Char, it’s more of a strong distaste.” I piped back giving my most sarcastic smile, unlocking the door and calling the uber. They followed me out the apartment, and down to the uber waiting outside.

“They said they’re at a table in the back, and that the line to get in wasn’t too long.” Sierra said looking down at her phone and sending a quick text back. Hopping out of the uber and saying a quick thank you to the driver, we shuffled over to the line and saw only about 5 people infront of us.

“See the line isn’t that long, no need to rush us.” Charlotte said, earning only an eyeroll from me. Showing our IDs to the bouncer, and paying the cover we walked into the bar, that kind of turns into a club on weekends, with tables moved to welcome a dance floor, and a DJ playing everything from Top 40s to rap throwbacks, it was THE place to be on weekends in the small university town. Getting here early meant getting a table, and not having to wait too long in the lineup outside. Sierra tapped Charlotte’s shoulder and pointed somewhere near the back, most likely to the table the boys had decided to residence up at. They both turned to look at me, relaying information I had already deduced from their hand motions.

“You guys go ahead, I’m gonna go get a drink first.” God knows I’m going to need it tonight. Making a bee-line to the bar and taking a seat on the stool, I got the attention of a bartender, ordering a vodka sprite. I spun around to survey the area, as I scanned the crowd of dancing people, my eyes landed on Ben, my ex-boyfriend who cheated on me, and stole all my chemistry notes in the process, leading me to fail said chem class’ midterms. He was looking real cozy with some blonde chick I recognized from one of my classes, and as he looked up, I locked eyes with him. If looks could kill Ben would be a deadman. I could feel my blood boiling as he gave me a small smile or smirk. I don’t care, I didn’t look long enough for it to register, spinning back around, taking my drink and paying the bartender with a small smile I walked away to meet my friends. Approaching the table, I could see Sierra and Luke cozied up in their own world, and Charlotte in a debate with Ashton and Michael about something to do with our last physics midterm since they were both in our program, and Calum staring off into space with his hand around his beer. Surveying the table, I saw the only spot left was next to Calum, those fuckers. Plopping down I let out a huff, placing my drink on the table. This was enough to snap Char out of her conversation.

“Yo what’s up with you?” She questioned giving me a puzzled look.

“I saw Ben when I was at the bar.” I replied twirling my straw through my drink.

“Woah wait Ben’s here?” Sierra piped from the other side of the table.

“Who the fuck is Ben?” Ashton mused looking around the table at what was transpiring. Before I could respond, Charlotte explained.

“He’s the asshole who cheated on Nat a month ago, and then stole her chem notes so she failed the last midterm.”

Wide eyes and little chirps of yikes were thrown, causing me to down my drink in response. I’m gonna need a little liquid courage to get through tonight.

“Well that’s what you get for dating a guy named Benjamin.” I turned to my right to look at Calum who just chuckled at my reaction, reaching over and grabbing his beer from his hand, I downed the entire thing too, smacking it on the table as I wiped my mouth and locked my eyes onto his look of disbelief. Correction, I’m gonna need a LOT more alcohol to get through tonight.

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As the night progressed, dancing ensued, and plenty more drinks were consumed. Feeling a little more than just buzzed, but definitely not shit-faced, I couldn’t lie and say I wasn’t having fun dancing with my best friends, but every time I looked up all I could see was Ben’s shitty smirk and every time it managed to knock me down a few pegs. This time was the last straw, as I turned to my friends and motioned drinking water, finding my way back to our table, I sat down and pulled out my phone. After a few minutes of scrolling aimlessly a figure plopped down, opposite of me, expecting it to be Ben I didn’t look up.

“Awn little benny boo got you down love.” Okay, definitely not Ben, I looked up to be met with the smirk of Calum.

“Aye, fuck off Calum.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He replied leaning forward with his elbows on the table. “What if I told you I had an idea?”

“Well I’d tell you to shove it somewhere the sun doesn’t shine.”

“Damn, aren’t we snarky tonight. But just hear me out okay, Ben keeps looking at you trying to make you jealous, and even if he was an asshole you still kind of have feelings for him, right?” I nodded along, not really knowing where this conversation was going. “Well how about we dance a little too close for comfort, and hope he gets the message?”

My eyebrows furrowed as I thought about his offer in my head, Calum was attractive there’s no doubt, and if things turned out differently maybe I would have pursued something there. My mind then flashed to what Char had said earlier, and this too could be used as an opportunity to fuck with them as well.

“Say I was thinking of taking you up on your offer, we’re going to need shots first.” I cocked an eyebrow at him. Slapping his hands together, he climbed around the table, and put his hand out as if I should lead the way. Rolling my eyes at him but leading the way to the bar. Once there I could feel him pressing against me. “Guess it starts now huh?”

Moving my hair out of the way, chills ran down me as I felt his hot breath on my skin, whispering into my ear I hear him say, “Cute band tee by the way, someone could almost say you’re copying my style.”

My breath hitched at the sudden closeness, and I couldn’t get attention of the bartender faster, needing those drinks now. All I could hear was chuckle from Calum as he moved from behind me to beside me.

“Cheers.” He states as raising his shot and downing it, before taking the second one and doing the same. “C’mon let’s go dance.”

Grabbing my hand and leading me to where my friends were dancing on the dance floor, Calum spun me around, so I was in front of him and placed his hands on my hips. Looking up Sierra and Char had puzzled looks on their faces and mouths open as if about to speak, raising my hand to silence them, I melted into Calum, slowly grinding my hips to whatever song was playing. Friends who kind of hate each other can still dance with each other, right? Closing my eyes and further sinking into him, I let one hand rest on his on my hip, the other going to the back of his neck playing with the hair at the tap of his neck. Hearing him groan in response, I smirked to myself. The swaying continued, and I kept my hold on his hair, his free hand that I wasn’t holding would drift up my side, or around and to my butt making me tense and giggle anytime he hit a spot that kind of tickled. It felt weird to say that I was enjoying this, it’s been so long since I’ve just carelessly danced with a guy at a bar. Finally letting my eyes flutter open I looked dead ahead of me, already seeing Ben, eyebrows furrowed, mouth agape, before turning around and storming away from the girl he was with. Spinning myself so I was now face-to-face with Calum, I wrapped my arms around his neck leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “Looks like it worked, thanks for the help handsome.”

Kissing his cheek before coming to stand straight, I turned to Char and Sierra, letting them know I was gonna head out and that I would see them at home. Sierra yelled out a quick, “Text me when you get home.” I weaved my way out of the bar to stand outside waiting for my uber.

“Hey Nat, wait up!” I spun around to see Calum walking towards me scratching the back of my neck. “You mind if I crash at yours? I’m pretty sure Ashton’s gonna bring a girl home and my rooms next to his and the walls are too thin, and I just don’t wanna hear that and yeah.”

I studied Calum and suddenly the man that’s usually so sure of himself looked nervous? If it was any other night I would say no, and maybe it’s because my inhibitions are lowered due to all the alcohol, and I kind of do owe him for how he helped me out tonight. So before I could even stop the words coming out of my mouth I said, “Uh yeah sure, my uber’s about to be here any minute.”

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[psycho-slytherin]

Strangers ch. 26

You see Xiumin again, and the drama is off to an interesting start.

Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader

Word count: 2.4k

Genre: Fluff

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Yoongi freezes. “Wh-what?”

His bewilderment is so adorable that you can’t possibly keep from laughing. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, oh my god.”

Yoongi exhales loudly, as though he had been holding his breath. “Dumbass, you scared me.”

You pout. “Is the idea of kissing me that terrifying?” You’re joking, of course.

When Yoongi speaks his voice is low, half strangled.

“I mean, we’ll both only be acting, right?”

You blink once, twice. “Right, only acting...” you scratch your head, chuckling weakly. His flat tone is off-putting somehow. “Man, once this drama starts your fans are gonna keep going off–”

“Keep?”

Uh-oh. You instantly realize your mistake, backpedaling clumsily.

“I mean, I just meant, uh... you know, I guess ARMYs can be kind of... harsh? I’m only assuming,” you rush to add.

“Y/n... have you been getting hate from our fans?”

You gulp. Yoongi doesn’t follow you on Twitter, since he’s only online with the BTS account. If he hears the type of comments you’ve been receiving, he’ll worry, and his dorky ass might actually try to do something about it.

“Are you kidding? Of course not. I’d tell you if anything was bothering me,” you laugh, booping his nose playfully. The falsehood tugs at you, wrestling with your conscience, but you refuse to let it get to you. Of every lie you’ve told, this one isn’t bad.

“Anyways, I have hella homework and now that I have, you know, my own bed again...” you shift your weight from side to side. “Thanks again for letting me stay with you by the way.” I was in a bad place, the worst place, and you gave me everything. “I really appreciate it.”

Yoongi reaches out and rubs his thumb against the Starry Night bead resting at the hollow of your throat. “Of course, y/n, what are friends for?”

“Nerd.” You smile widely before shoving your hands in your coat pockets. “I’ll see you later then?”

“Yeah.”

Too jittery to ask for a ride, you turn and begin walking the familiar road back home.

“Y/n, wait!” You feel Yoongi grip your elbow and when you turn around, you very suddenly find your face an inch from his, his eyes devouring you, and his lips so, so, close...

Yoongi smirks. “Kidding. Catch you later, y/n.”

You swallow. “Right. Later.”

You spin on your heel and hightail it back to your apartment. What was that? Did he try to kiss you? Was he getting you back for teasing him earlier? And why, oh why did some very small part of you really want to kiss him, want to press your lips against his and–

Idiot. No. No no no no. If anyone in the whole wide world is off limits, then it’s him. Yoongi. The man with the big “DO NOT TOUCH” on his heart, so to speak. You can’t like him, never ever, and certainly not now, at the peak of his career.

Besides, you only felt that way because he was an idol, right? Right? Up until you met the guy, all you wanted was to marry him. And, of course, after acting out that scene for the audition– it’s only natural.

You shake your head, remembering the shiver that ran down your spine when his lips neared yours. What was happening to you? As you lie in bed, half asleep, your thoughts drift to what your life has become.

“Bitch.”

“Slut.”

“Whore.”

“Talentless, worthless, pathetic.”

The voices swirl around you, the insults flying like gusts of wind, and they tear at your frame, shoving you, forcing you to your knees and when you try to speak it feels like your words are sucked straight out of your lungs.

“Stop it!” You try to scream, but no noise leaves your mouth. “I didn’t do anything wrong! Stop it!”

“You touched him.”

“You talked to him.”

“You kissed him.”

“He’s ours!”

“Ours, ours, ours, ours, o-”

“Fame, flashlight– gi-give it to me!”

“Aah!” You bolt upwards, chest heaving, your forehead damp with sweat. You reach for your phone to shut off the alarm– your neighbors probably hate you by now.

Ugh, you’re sleepy, but you’ve got things to do. What else is new? It’s been... what, the third day in a row that you’ve gotten four hours of sleep? As you stand up, you feel a sudden dizziness. A few seconds later it passes, and you can go about your day.

And by day, you mean coffee. After you quit working at the cafe, your daily dose of caffeine had become more expensive– to the point where you finally gave in and bought a cheap coffee machine. Which, of course, has suddenly decided to stop working.

You watch the machine sputter and gasp, resulting in two drops of coffee and one headache. Great. You start filming for Moon Over the Sea today and you really can’t afford any mishaps. Especially if you’re filming with Yoongi. 

No mishaps means caffeine. Caffeine means cafe. Cafe means...

Xiumin.

You shake your head and breathe deeply– you’re going to have to see your ex eventually, and your old cafe is on the way to the studio. It’s the only place you can stop if you want to get there on time.

The familiar bell jingles and you’re once more drawn into your old life– a life before you met Min Yoongi; a life when your love of BTS stemmed from music videos and interviews, not games and banter; a life when you were only an overworked acting student and not despised by thousands of ARMYs. A life when Xiumin was nothing more than a friendly coworker.

You walk to the counter, where a painfully familiar head of hair is making a drink.

“Hi, can I help y- oh.” His voice makes your heart stutter, because it’s Xiumin, he made you breakfast and visited you in the hospital and cheated on you with a girl he called beautiful...

In your head you’re punching him. Out loud, you merely steel yourself– “Hi, can I get a double espresso?” No please. He doesn’t deserve a please.

“Uh...” Xiumin swallows nervously, and you feel a small rush of satisfaction. “Yeah. It’s been a while, huh?”

Your smile remains frozen on your face. “My double espresso?”

Xiumin doesn’t move. “Y/n, come on, talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. My espresso would be nice though.”

“I miss you.”

At his words you expect pain, you expect longing– you expect to want him back. And yet...

Your mind wanders to Yoongi. When you told him what happened with Xiumin, you saw his face: pure rage was reflected in those dark eyes.

“You deserve better,” he’d said during one of your long winded, alcohol-fueled rants.

He was right; you did deserve better. Is that why, now, you don’t feel a twinge in your heart on seeing your ex?

“Y/n, please, come back to me. Things can be just like how they were.”

His voice shakes you from your stupor, and your careful grip on your emotions loosens.

“How they were? Tell me, Xiumin, how exactly were things? Because I seem to recall a supposedly monogamous relationship in which we told each other everything, and I’m guessing you only recall how desperate you were to get your dick wet.”

Xiumin opens his mouth and you raise your eyebrows in response. “Answer me, I dare you.”

“You know, I could sue you for my birds,” he growls finally. “And my car. That’s property damage. I could sue you for every penny you’ve made from those ads, and that music video.”

You pause. What is he talking about? “Property damage?”

He scoffs. “Don’t act like you don’t know. You ruined my car!”

Delusional. “Whatever you say, Xiumin. Can you actually do your job and give me my coffee now?”

With an icy glare, he thrusts your espresso into your hands. As you saunter out, you turn and call to him: “Enjoy losing the one person in your life who could actually remember your name!”

He flips you off in response and, with that weight off your shoulders, your gait turns sprightly as you make your way to the studio. You arrive at 8am on the dot, and spy a familiar figure among the many milling around and awaiting direction.

You approach and tap him on the shoulder. “Yoongles~”

“Huh?” He turns around and it’s not him, it’s a face that’s very much not your Yoongi, it’s someone else, and you called him Yoongles–

“Oh! I’m, uh, sorry!” You turn and scuttle, cheeks flaming; you just bothered what must have been Yoongi’s body double, you’re such an idiot.

“You too, hm?” You hear a low chuckle and notice the real Yoongi leaning against a wall. “You’re the fifth person who thought he was me. Shit, I was confused when I saw the guy!”

You laugh with embarrassment. “Some friend I am.”

“Hey,” Yoongi leans forward and boops your nose. “You’re a good friend. Really.”

You blush. A world famous idol thinks you’re a good friend, even when all you’ve done is lie and pretend. How did you get so lucky? “Shut your face hole, nerd,” you reply, poking him before you get too sappy.

Yoongi opens his mouth to reply when you hear two loud claps echoing through the loud studio.

“Okay! Hello, cast and crew of Moon Over the Sea! I’m your director, Avery.” An elegant women with a curious accent speaks over the general chatter.

“You may notice I have an accent– that’s because I was raised in America. Now, we’re on a tight schedule so I expect all of you to work hard and productively for the next for months to make this drama the best it can be!”

The present company claps politely. “She seems nice,” you whisper.

“Here’s to hoping,” Yoongi murmurs in reply.

Avery consults a clipboard. “Now, for the scenes today I will need the following actors.” She reads aloud a list of names and you only tune in at “...Min Yoongi, and l/n y/n. The rest of the cast may go home– we’ll need everyone tomorrow, so be here bright and early.”

The studio empties out and the hair and makeup crews retreat to their respective areas. There are several extras and about a dozen named actors left after the movement ceases. Some of them you even recognize. You feel more than a little starstruck– you’re definitely the least attractive person here.

“As you know, this drama is inspired by the time-honored classic of Pride and Prejudice,” Avery continues. “Our leads will be played by Park Bo-young and Park Hyung-sik–” she nods at the familiar-looking actors and you blink hard, half blinded by the physical perfection. “– but the rest of you still have important stories to tell.”

You nod along, enraptured, and you see Yoongi smirk at you. He’s probably used to all the glitz and glam, but you’re savoring it– who knows how long it’ll last?

“For that reason, we’re filming Kim Ji-woo and Moon Sung-min first.” You jump at the summons of your character. “The scene is set for their first meeting, at the Sung family ball. I expect all actors and extras to be in costume and in character in the next half-hour. Go!”

Half an hour later you find yourself well dressed and slightly out of breath in a very realistic studio ballroom. Yoongi, infinitely more well dressed and not at all out of breath, nudges you.

“You look pretty,” he whispers.

“Not in comparison to literally everyone else,” you reply.

Yoongi looks like he’s about to say something  when Avery approaches, barking orders at extras. “You and you, there. You, go there. Bo-young, you play Hyeon, and you’re y/n’s younger sister, so stand a bit behind her. You know your lines, yes? Good. Let’s start with Bo-young’s line. Ready, and... action!”

There’s a clap and the cameras begin rolling. In the grandly decorated ballroom, the extras talk quietly amongst themselves. You and Bo-young stand tall in your dresses.

“I do believe Moon Sung-min is looking at you, sister,” Bo-young says teasingly.

You glance up momentarily and catch Yoongi’s eye. He’s gazing at you intensely, eyes alight with interest. 

You quickly blush and look away. “You’re mistaken. He’s far above us–”

“Which is why you should talk to him. Imagine the look on Mother’s face when she sees you with one of the wealthiest men here.”

“Hyeon!” you laugh. “Please, I could never!”

“Doesn’t seem like you’re going to have a choice, Ji-woo. He’s coming over~” Bo-young sings. “I’m going to go dance with the others. Have fun!”

“Sister–”

It’s too late, the fake crowd has swallowed her whole, and suddenly Yoongi is right in front of you and every cell in your body feels tense, nervous, as if it really is your first time meeting him.

“Hello. Miss Kim, yes?”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his voice.

“Y-yes,” you reply, sweeping your skirts in a deep curtsy. “And you must be Mr. Moon Sung-min. Are you enjoying the ball?”

Yoongi’s voice dips low, laced with longing. “Much more now, I think.”

“Cut! Great, guys.” Avery’s voice draws you back to reality, back to a world where the man in front of you isn’t meant for you. “Let’s take it from the top– that chemistry was crackling. I’m sure we’ll get it perfect in the next few takes.”

Suddenly an assistant holding a buzzing phone scurries up to Avery and hands it to her. With a nod of apology to the cast, she answers.

“Hello? Yes, this is she... What? Hang on, we have that area scheduled for filming on those dates. Who–” Avery’s voice turns icy. “I understand. What other times are available...? Oh, you’re kidding. Okay. Okay. Yes, crystal clear. Thank you, goodbye.”

As she hangs up she sighs deeply. “This is gonna mean a lot of emails.”

“What happened?” You ask.

“We have a number of outdoor scenes scheduled in a few weeks and we reserved an area for filming, but someone bought out the space. They can move our time, but... it’s a pain. We’ll have to redraw the filming schedule and move those scenes forward.”

“How forward?”

Avery grimaces. “Starting tomorrow. Congrats, Yoongi, y/n– we’re filming your first kiss tomorrow. Alright everyone, let’s get back to work!”

[quicksilver-rain]

Earlier this month, I received an invitation to a wedding from a friend in high school, which is fine, except that when I checked what date the wedding was supposed to be on (thinking it was like, in April or something) I found out that, actually, the wedding is on the 5th of January, which would be fine, except that the only dresses I own are either red, or in need of repairs that cannot be done in a week, and while I own a suit, it's from when I was in high school and which was like eight years ago (at least) and as such, is from before my thighs had been blessed by the God of Thunder himself, which is to say that nowadays, I can't put one leg into them, much less my whole ass.

This is a problem, as I'm sure you can tell, however, the easiest solution I can figure is to simply go to the place I originally bought the suit from and get another pair of pants in the same pattern, which will be more comfortable and warmer in the long run, with the added bonus that I won't have to shave my legs.

So, with the Mother's blessing and the Father's only command being, "Do Not Buy A Velvet Suit Jacket Quicksilver, I Swear To God," the Brother and I pile into the car and trek to JC Penny, where I got the original suit, only to find, surprise, surprise, that the brand that made my original suit no longer makes that particular pattern (it's black on black pin stripes??? Why would you stop making black on black pin stripes??). So we leave, defeated and debating our next move, which leads me to this idea:

My birthday is in two weeks, and I haven't yet gotten myself a present.

Also, I want to go to this wedding and strike fear into the hearts of men while making the women swoon.

I want to be a force of nature that can be stopped by no mere mortal.

I want a new suit.

So, we trek around some more, thinking perhaps Khols might have something, because I don't need a tailored suit as much as I need something that will be ready by Friday.

No such luck, though I do end up procuring two shirts for the price of one.

Then the Brother suggests we go to Men's Warehouse and do some pricing there, or at least figure out what I want, before moving on to other places.

This is a good idea, because the Brother's wisdom is infinite, so we go into to Men's Warehouse, where we are greeted by Keith, who is wearing a blue pin-striped suit and a pink shirt and tie and looks rather like he might have 'Steal A Monet,' or perhaps, 'Meet Up With Kuryakin and Miss Teller,' on his list of things to do after he's finished with his shift. He glances between us and asks how he can help us, which I answer with:

"I'm going to a wedding and need a suit."

He looks me over, makes a face that says 'challenge accepted,' and then says, "when is the wedding, what's the dress code and what colour were you thinking?"

And I'm like, "I literally have no idea because they have given me the BARE MINIMUM of information, but I want a grey suit, and I think I want purple, black and white as my other colours," because if I want to look like an Ace Pride Flag whenever possible, that's my business, and Keith helps me into a jacket, saying something about trying to figure out what kind of fit would look best on me.

I nod, because I only know enough about men's fashion to be dangerous, look at the price tag, which reads $465, get mildly dizzy and lie through my teeth, "but we're just price checking today, probably, we'll be back later maybe."

"That's fine," he says, pushing me toward a mirror propped up at the front of the store. "I don't know about the fit of the shoulders, but is that the right colour?" he asks, already stalking off to go find a different jacket that will presumably fit better.

"Yeah, maybe a little lighter," I tell him, twisting around, thinking that I also don't know about the shoulders.

I take off the jacket, hand it to Keith and put on the next one, shaking my head, because it's no longer the eighties and my shoulders are already broad enough, thanks. Keith, apparently thinking something similar, takes the jacket from me and disappears into parts unknown again.

When he comes back several minutes later, he's carrying a new hanger with another jacket in a slightly lighter shade of grey, looking pleased with himself for reasons unbeknownst to me. "Try this one," he tells me, "I think it's closer to the colour you want and the shoulders should fit better." He pulls the jacket off the hanger and holds it up for me to put on.

This observation makes sense, because the suit jacket is, in fact near exactly the colour I want, and anyways, far be it from me to argue with a guy that does this for a living. So I do as he says, but pause in the middle of pulling on the aforementioned jacket, distracted by the sudden presence of the rest of the suit, which is, as far as I can tell, out of the ordinary. "Is that the vest and pants that go with this?" I ask, squinting at the price tag, which says '65% Off' in red letters.

What is wrong with this suit and why is Keith having me try it on.

"Oh," Keith says, like he's surprised I noticed, which is strange, because I know for a fact that I look a little bit like a hobo in my too-big flannel, Super Bee shirt, noticeably old jeans and converse that might have been teal at one point, but are now just a confusing shade of green. If anyone in the store is going to notice a sale tag, it's probably me.

Which is to say, that unlike the guy in the corner trying on a white suit jacket with silver embroidery that makes him look like some kind of beautiful Snow King, I do not know what I'm doing, nor do I even remotely look like I have the money to be patroning this place.

At this point, I am broken from my vaguely self depricating and slightly anxious train of thought by Keith continuing: "This one's a special case, we made it for a guy and it ended up being too small for him, so we're selling it for 65% off which would be..." he pauses, pulls out his phone, checks my price tag, and continues, "$120 for the whole suit, plus about $50 for the alterations."

"Oh," I say, pulling on the jacket, and then, "oh," as the shoulders settle over my own like it was made for me, extra tiddy room and all. I look around, wide-eyed at the Brother, feeling like God Themselves has come down from heaven to boop my snoot and give me this gift appropos of absolutely nothing, or maybe to celebrate my surviving twenty-five years on this wildly spinning orb, or perhaps as an apology for all the bullshit I've had to endure at work the past six months.

The Brother gives me a thumbs up and mouths, "that's god talking to you."

"Keith," I say, "I want to try this one."

Keith, who has apparently predicted this entire visit down to the second, hands me the pants and pushes me off to the fitting rooms, talking about what my shoe size is and how they're going to have to make the sleeves of the jacket slightly shorter so that I don't look like a toddler playing dress up, and do I like my cuffs to show a little or a lot, before he closes the door to the dressing room, leaving me clutching the pants in mild confusion because this is all happening very fast.

But really, here, I think, taking off my own pants, because there's no harm in trying the suit pants on, even if I am a little overwhelmed, is the real test, because men's pants are not really made for anyone but stick straight folk, and I have not been stick straight for over fifteen years. So if anything is going to shake me out of this nonsensical idea that I'm going to be walking out of here with a new suit, it's this.

I prepare myself for heartbreak as I pull on the pants, and am genuinely amazed to find that they fit perfectly. The lines will be a little messed up when I eventually wear them because of my wallet, but who even cares about that when you're cute as fuck anyways.

They even fit right when I sit down.

I bite back manly tears and walk out to the mirror, where Keith gives me a pair of oxblood dress shoes, we talk suit fashion in general, and he marks where my pants need to be hemmed to.

"I could take them in a little, under the thigh. I can't do much to make them bigger, but I think cropping them would look nice."

I nod, watching him work while I play with the buttons of the vest. "Yeah," I say, "that sounds fine."

He marks and measures, me and the Brother chat with another salesperson about Into the Spiderverse, and then Keith says, "the vest should be fine, but there's not much we can do about it without ordering another."

I eye the vest, it's bunching up a little near my hips, which is expected because men don't generally have them, and say, "no, this is fine, I'm always cold, so I probably won't take off my jacket, I can get a new one later." What I don't say is that I'm going to have the Mother do some minor alterations, because she is a saint and I'll be able to act as a mannequin for her to adjust on.

Keith nods sagely, like he knows I'm lying, tells me to change again, and whisks the Brother and I away to look at shirts and ties, which are apparently on sale once I've put my own pants back on.

You guys, I came out of that store with three shirts, two ties, and an almost custom made suit, when I walked in expecting a mild heart attack and a few solid minutes of quiet hyperventilation in the dressing room.

Happy Birthday to Me.

[charliebattinson]

We’re Best Friends? | De·par·ture [Part 9] | Shawn Mendes

A/N: Hello Hello... so yeah part 9 haha. This is going to end soon probably 2 to 3 more chapters! Just always want to say thank you for the support! I love you all. A huge thank you to the pros @ffsshawn​ and @lostinshawnslight​ for guiding me with writing smut (omfg it’s so fucking hard to write i don’t even know how you fuckers do it) lmao. Also I’m sorry this is my first time writing smut so it’s sucky. I tried lol Enjoy! Constructive criticism is much a appreciated! Reblog! Like! or not lmao

Warnings: 🌸Smut 🌸

Word Count: 3.1 K

“Honey! I got the pins!” My mom says as she enters my room.

“Oh, thank god!” I exclaim as I take the pins from her and proceed to fix my bun. We’re getting ready for the wedding.

“You look beautiful, sweetie” my mother compliments.

‘Thanks mom. You look lovely as well” I smile to her

“Oh my,when Shawn sees you in that dress”

“Mom!” I warn her. Ever since our talk that night, she would not stop nagging about me and Shawn.

“Right. Sorry.” She smirks.

“Mom, you’re the only one that knows okay? Please don’t tell anybody! Not even dad and especially grandma! You know how nana gets!” I plead.

“I can’t argue with you on that” She giggles, and raises her hand. “I, the mother of Blake shall not tell anybody about my daughter’s secret boy”

My mother sometimes tsk tsk.

“Thank you!” I smile to her.

“Mhmm. Well I should head down and get your father ready. See you downstairs”

“Okay mom” I reply. She kisses the side of my head and heads down.

I head to my mirror to fix myself for one last time before heading out. Adjusting my dress and all. Being one of the bridesmaids, my cousin chose pink and thank god it’s short! So much easier to move around. I hear footsteps going up the stairs and smile to myself knowing who it is.

“Hey” he says.

I look at him through the mirror as he leans by my doorway, hands on his pockets looking ridiculously handsome in his suit and tie.

“Hey” I say turning around to face him as he comes closer to me.

“Look at you” I tell shawn as I fix his tie. “You look so good” resting my hands on his chest.

“Please. I always look good” he smirks while I roll my eyes at how huge his ego can be at times.

“Mhm. Do you like the dress?” I ask him, twirling around and showing it off.

“Yeah. You’re so pretty” he compliments me; kissing my cheek. His lips linger there moving to the corner of my mouth then jaw, his lips going lower and lower. I sigh as he starts to leave open mouth kisses at my neck and backs me up against the wall.

“Shawn” I breathe out even if I don’t know why I’m saying it. I really can’t think when his lips are on my skin. He makes me forget every rational thought, makes me remember only his name.

“Yes?” He asks me. His hand pulling down the strap of my dress to kiss my shoulder.

“Uh nothing. Continue please” Bringing his face up to mine so I can kiss him. We kiss feverishly, kissing like it’s our last time because it will be in a couple of hours. I wont get to feel those lips for a while.

You only got a day with him left. Make it count.

His lips leave mine to kiss down my chest and bring his hand underneath the dress; hiking it up and toying with the band of my underwear. He’s teasing me and I know he wants to do it right here right now. In my childhood bedroom.

“Shawn”  I breathe out as he kisses a sensitive spot. “As much as I want to, We’re gonna be late and I gotta walk the aisle.” I sigh as I play with his curls.

“I know” he sighs, moving his lips away from my neck.

“Besides you’re too tall to fit my bed” I giggle at him as we both look at my childhood bed. The bed we used to share as kids. It’s funny how things work out, in the beginning you’re both just innocent kids, the best for friends sharing a bed then 18 years later you’re doing the things you never thought you would do with a friend.

I look at Shawn’s face and see him smile, he’s probably reminiscing about our night together and how everything changed in a blink of an eye.

“No regrets?” He asks.

“Never in a million years.” I smile.

“You look like Prince Charming” I roll my eyes and look over at Shawn.

“Why thank you and you look like a princess,’” Shawn says to my 7 year old cousin “A very pretty one” as he boops her nose as she giggles. We’re seated at the kids table at the reception because of some mix up but I don’t mind a bit. There’s no adults beside us asking us so many questions. It’s funny seeing Shawn stand out because he’s so tall.

“Look at you hitting on other girls. Tsk tsk.” I tell him. He smiles to me, with red cheeks because of the alcohol we consumed at the open bar, putting an arm at the back of my chair “Well I gotta practice, there’s a lot of pretty girls in Amsterdam” he says while I laugh.

“Are you excited?” I ask him. He should be. Amsterdam is a wonderful place to live. Even if it’s a thousand miles away. Away from me.

“I’m not gonna lie. I really am.” He says with a huge smile and it makes my heart swell for my best friend. He gets to do what he loves and that’s enough for me to cope with the distance that’s about to come.

“You should be. I’m so proud of you” caressing the little hairs at the back of his neck. “Are you ready?” I ask. Shawn doesn’t have to guess to know what I’m asking. Are you ready to be away from me?

“No. I’m not. I’m excited but I’m not ready to be away from you.” he sighs, putting his hand on my thigh for comfort. “Are you?” he throws my question back at me.  

I laugh. “Not one fucking bit. I mean no sex for six months? Oh man.” I whistle.

“I knew you just wanted me for my body” he shakes his head at me.

“Well, it’s a really hot body. Can you blame me?” I reply back and his cheeks blush even more.

“We could always have Facetime sex you know?” He tells me. I shrug my shoulders “Phone sex too, I could practice all my sexy voices”, giggling at him.

“I’m good with all just as long as it’s with you.” He says with the utmost sincerity, the way he’s staring at me sets a livewire inside and suddenly I want him. I want him now. At my cousin’s wedding reception. What the fuck.

“Remember that supply closet we used to go to when we were kids everytime we had parties here?

He nods, “The one where we close the lights and tell each other ghost stories?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. I remember.” He replies.

I lean to whisper in his ear, “Wanna fuck there?”

Shawn’s eyes go wide as he lets out a breath, “Blake. Really? Here?”

“Yeah man. I’m not gonna get any vitamin D for six months. Besides we got about two hours before I have to drive you to the airport.”

“But the rules?”

“Fuck that” I whisper realizing that we’re surrounded by kids.

“I cannot believe we are having this discussion at the kids table”

“Come on, Meet me there” I tell, giving him a peck on the lips, leaving to head there.

I’m scared. This supply closet gives me the creeps and I’m starting to second guess if Shawn is ever going to meet me.

Knock Knock

I open the door as fast as I can. “Oh thank god! I was getting the creeps and I thought you chickened out o--” I’m cut short when I feel Shawn’s lips on mine and the rest is forgotten. I pull him quickly inside and back him up against the door. His hand leaves my face to lock the door behind us.

We kiss and kiss until we’re catching our breaths. His hands rest on my rear while mine are holding his face. He pushes me to the opposite wall but trips on something that makes pushes me hard against the wall; we giggle as he apologizes. He then slides the straps off my dress to pull it down, enough to lower his head and attach his lips to my hardened nipple, circling his tongue around it and sucking on it.

“Shawn,” I breathed, sinking my fingers through his curls. A hiss of pleasure left my lips when he gave the same attention to the other breast and fondling with the other, adding to the ache to feel him again.

‘Now,” I begged, clenching my thighs together removing his suit jacket off his shoulders. “I need you. Now”

“We got time. Be patient” He says as his hands push my dress up to my waist then gets down on his knees making me grip on his shoulders for support. I feel his breath down there and making me arch my back.

“I won’t get to taste you for a while” He huskily murmured, kissing my inner thighs.

“Shawn, come on…” My tone of voice enough to tell him what I want him to do to me. I want him so badly now.

He hummed as his fingers hooked around the elastic of my underwear. “Cute underwear.” he chuckled. I was going to throw a curse at him for teasing way too much but when he pulled my underwear down and kissed me where I needed it, all thoughts left my head. He flicked, licked and sucked where I wanted him, gripping on his hair for dear life.

I grab his face to pull him up to me, kissing his lips as I taste myself. “Now, Shawn” I tell him as I start to unbuckle his belt, seeing the bulge forming. He smirks at me, “What’s the magic word?” This fucker.  Rolling my eyes, “Please.” I tell him.

“I got you” as he picks me up by the back of my thighs, winding my legs around his waist. I set him free from the confinement of his boxers, wrapping my hand around his cock, working him up and down. “Blake, stop. You’re gonna make me come.” he says as he gets a hold of my hand.

“Then get inside me already,” I tell him. He grabs his length and slowly starts to push himself inside me. His fingers biting into my thighs. We were breathing heavily, our bodies rigid with need. Need for each other.

We moaned together. It’s hard and fast. It’s fueled by so much need. This is the first time we’re having sex since that night and I wish I had more time but sadly, I’ve only got two hours left.

“I’m gonna miss you so fucking much” he says with every thrust.

“I’m gonna miss you too,” I hissed, clenching my legs even tighter around him and gripping on his hair. “Please don’t stop” I moan to him when he hits a really good spot. “I’m gonna- don’t stop.”

He becomes frantic, my back ramming against the wall with each hard thrust he gives. “I won’t.” He kissed me on the lips, brushing against mine. “I never want to. You feel so good.”

Shawn sets an even faster tone that bring the both of us over the edge. We linger for a while trying to catch our breaths, never leaving our positions. Shawn has his mouth pressed against the crook of my shoulder, holding me through the aftershocks to keep me from collapsing. After a while, he pulls out and finally sets me down but never leaving his body from mine.

“Fuck you for that no sex rule” I tell him, nuzzling my face in his neck.

He chuckles to me, kissing me in the forehead. “Well who’s the idiot for following them? Eh?” raising his eyebrows at me.

“Touche.”

“We should probably head back. They’re probably looking for us” He says reaching for my hand to intertwine it with his. As much as I want to stay longer, I know we can’t and that no matter what I do he’s leaving tonight. “Yeah, we probably should.” I tell him sliding my underwear back on and putting his jacket back on. He opens the door, and popping his head outside.

“Is the coast clear?” I ask.

“Yeah, come on” He steps out of the room with my hand still in his. We walk the hallway to head back to the reception area when my grandma appears out of fucking nowhere.

“Blake, sweetheart!” She exclaims.

“Nana!” My eyes go wide. “Hi!” I feel so dirty seeing my grandma after doing god knows what with Shawn. We both look like a mess. More like thoroughly fucked. His hair is all over the place, his shirt all crumpled while I left my hair down because how Shawn messed up my bun.

“I’m good sweetie. How are you? And of course, how are you too as well, Shawn?” She asks so innocently.

“Good” We both exclaim. She looks at both of us and down to our hands, that are still intertwined. She smirks at us “Well, I’m not going to bother the two of you. You both go have fun, okay?” She says as she heads to go the opposite direction.

“You think she knows?” Shawn asks.

“Nana always knows.” I say snorting.

We head back outside to the reception area, it’s a beautiful garden with a big amount of fairly lights decorated everywhere and the stage occupied with people slow dancing. I start to smile when I hear one of my favorite songs play, This Year’s Love by David Gray.

Shawn nudges me in the shoulder. “Hey, wanna dance to your favorite song?” He asks offering his hand to me.

“We got time?” I bite my lip as I take his hand.

“We always got time for one dance”

The drive going to the airport is quiet, it’s the impending doom.

Shawn looks at the window, his hand on my thigh, comforting me or maybe him. He sings a song that I can’t pinpoint what it is. We’re both still in our wedding attire, Shawn’s tie loosed and his sleeves rolled up.

I see the airport lights and I hate how it makes my heart drop. We head to the parking lot, and bring him to his terminal holding his hand in mine all the way.  I wait as he fixes his flight at the frontier then heads right back to me.

“Here we go”

“Here you go” I smile to him though I’m pretty sure it doesn’t reach my eyes

“Blake. It’s just six months.”

“Six months.” I repeat

“You can always come and visit me. I’ll come home too”

“Yeah you’re right. I’m just— you know. I’m not used to us being apart this long” I stumble with words. I don’t know what to say except that I don’t want him to leave. I want him to stay.

“Hey, look at me.” He cups my face is his hands. “We’ll be fine. You’re going to be okay. I’m going to be okay. I promised I wouldn’t leave you”

“I know. “ taking a hold of his hands in mine, kissing him on the lips. “I know” i say smiling.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks

“Sure”

He hesitates to asks. He looks nervous. “What are we? I mean I’m not pressuring you or anything. I just wanna know before I get on the plane.”

I was worried he was going to ask about this. “Whatever it takes us, I guess. I haven’t thought about it. I’m sorry” 

“Aye captain. No worries” he tells me smiling even if i know the smile doesn’t completely reach his face. I know he’s disappointed, knowing he wanted an answer but i don’t want to pressure myself because he’s leaving, ignoring the advice of my mother. It’s not fair to me or him.

Flight 1437 from New York to Amsterdam is boarding in 30 minutes.

“I guess you better get going tough guy.” lightly punching his shoulder.

“Yeah. I just gotta do something before I go”

“What?” I say, confused.

“All my bags are packed. I’m ready to go.”

“What are you—“ I say furrowing my brows as he begins to sing

“I’m standing here outside your door.”

“No. Nope. You’re not doing this here” I tell him realizing the song he’s singing.

“I hate to wake you up to say goodbye” he continues singing to me and it makes my heart drop even more.

“Shawn stop” I tell him but of course he doesn’t stop. He drops his bags and holds my face in his hands.

“But the dawn is breaking’ it’s early morn. The taxi’s waiting’ he’s blowin’ his horn, already i’m so lonesome I could die.”

Then he surprises me as he picks me up , wrapping my legs around him as he continues to sing

“So kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you’ll wait for me. Hold me like you’ll never let me go”

My eyes are watery and I can’t afford to look him in the face so nuzzle myself in his neck and just hug him really tight.

“Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane. Don’t know when I’ll be back again. Oh babe, I hate to go”  he puts me down the floor but never breaking apart.

“You really pulled a Ben Affleck on me huh? How romantic” I say trying to keep my voice from breaking.

“Oh come on, you like that shit” he says

“I do. “

“Good” He smiles and leans down to grab his bags. “Well, I guess I should be going then;”

“I guess you should” I sigh. “Please message me when you land, send a selfie or something”

“Of course. Can you do one thing for me too?” He asks.

“Yeah?”

“Miss me” then leans to kiss for one last time.

“I already am”

He turns to leave, going up the escalator and waves a hand at me which I return. Watching his figure slowly disappear. I walk slowly to my car, enjoying the breeze of the early morning hours. Everything is going to be different for now, it’s weird not having my best friend with me every day but he’s pursuing what his dreams and that’s what matters.

I spot my car and as I enter the driver’s seat, my phone beeps notifying a new message.

Fucker:

I’m on the plane. Thanks for the goodbye sex. I miss you already.

I laugh but then tears start to fall on my face so I don’t know whether I’m crying or laughing or doing both at the same time.

“Six months. It’s just six months.” I tell myself.

[awfully-sadistic]

Prompt #11: January 11, 2019

America loves me

Implemented with the theme, Familiar Friday.

The theme is to write anything I feel comfortable with, but it’s tough when I don’t feel like writing at all. It’s been hard this week trying to get motivated to write, not going to lie. But I’m going to push through this in order to update today’s prompt and theme. I already missed #9 (through a much needed break, though) and I was pretty disappointed by yesterday’s prompt. Today, I can probably redeem this by writing in a format and way I’m comfortable with. So I’m going to try to do something more dialogue centered.

“There isn’t anything more patriotic than this!”

Dot laughed at Ripley’s comment, watching as her Mommy put up a decorative banner with all the colors of a rainbow. It read HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMERICA! done by Gianna’s own hand. The Rockettes were currently decorating Gia’s garage mainly because it was where America Chavez spent most of her time at the Haus. That’s if she wasn’t hanging around her own Mommy, Dot.

Ripley continued, “America’s birthday and America’s birthday both being on the fourth of July. That’s more patriotic than Steve. Someone should tell him. I wonder if he’ll get upset about it.”

Dot shook her head with a faint laugh, wondering why Ripley’s goal for the year seemed to be getting Steve upset. Then she heard Mack laughing into a balloon and turned her head, watching as her muscled Mommy tied it off easily, then sent it flying into the air to give it a firm swat so it could go sailing across the room to gently float down with all the other balloons she had blown up in the same manner.

Gia paused from stenciling another banner, giving Mack a strange look.

“Aren’t you supposed to fill those up with helium?”

Mack paused mid-blow, pinching the balloon so the air wouldn’t get released. She held it out at arm’s length and then stared at the other balloons (there must have been at least fifty) she had done. “...Maybe.”

“How else are they going to float?” Gia pointed out, no-nonsense.

“You don’t know what I plan on doing with them!” Mack argued. She wiggled the balloon she held in her hand; it was smaller than the rest because she hadn’t finished blowing it up. “I’m going to tie string around them and hang them from places. They don’t need to be floating if they’re going to be hanging.”

Gia pursed her lips knowing damn well Mack came up with that plan a second ago. But her shoulders relaxed as she relented. “Fine. Just do the rest with helium so America won’t have sad, soggy Dwight balloons hanging on the walls.”

Dot laughed. She got that reference! Hearing Dot’s laughter, Gia sent a wink over her way and ducked her head, going back to work on the second banner. Then she paused again.

“Why do we need two banners?”

That was when Kamala and Doreen entered the room, bringing in paper plates and plastic cups and utensils stacked in their arms.

“Because one banner is good but two banners are great!” Doreen said, enthusiastically. She was beaming ear to ear. Kamala’s expression matched as she placed the party equipment down on the long table they were going to be using to place food and the birthday cake on.

“There’s a Bruce joke in there,” Dot said, pointing her wand at the two girls. “I feel it.” She had been in the middle of decorating the birthday wand--something America would be holding while they celebrated her special day.

Doreen laughed again before bounding over to her Mommy, coming to stand near her seated form. Dot sat on a stool, having a good vantage point of her three Mommies but also the rest of the garage so she could see it coming along great. Decorations were mainly in place--they were pretty much waiting on the balloons and Gia’s second sign, but other than that, the garage looked festive enough for someone’s birthday; Ms. America’s birthday landing on the 4th of July was awesome because a lot of the decorations were America-themed. It went great with the theme of America’s birthday. Dot knew it also wasn’t going to be a huge celebration because the main celebration for both the 4th and (mainly) America’s birthday was going to be in the main part of the Haus where main celebrations are held anyway. But both Doreen and Kamala had wanted to do something a little more personal for America. 

“How’s the wand coming along?” Doreen asked, looking downward and tilting her head.

“It’s coming along great, love.” Dot reassured, showing off her progress. It was a star-shaped wand with glitter and colorful string tassels she had attached with a hot glue gun. Right in the middle of the star, she had glittered America’s name as well as she could. Doreen cooed openly, gushing about how well she had did.

“This is so adorable! I hope we can all get wands like these for our birthdays, too!” she further gushed with Kamala soon joining in on the thought. Both girls were so excited about this secret celebration. They knew America had no clue what they were planning and the look on her face was going to be great!

“Of course, I’ll make your wands special for your big days, too.” Dot smiled, giving each of them a light boop on the nose with American’s starry wand.

Kamala laughed about to say something before her phone chirped and interrupted her train of thought. She fished it out of her pocket and squealed as soon as she saw the screen. “America is on her way!”

“Already?!” Ripley nearly fell off the ladder from her spot where she had been waiting on standby for Gia’s second banner. Gia also looked up, a little surprised. 

“I don’t think we’re even ready.”

“I told her to meet me at the garage around this time,” Kamala sheepishly admitted. “I thought we’d be done by now.”

Doreen looked at the balloons Mack was tacking onto the walls. “Hey, how come they’re so droopy?”

“I don’t have helium lungs.” Mack grinned. “And apparently, I’m running out of time to hang these anywhere so I’m doing the best I can before America walks into the room.”

“At least the wand is finished!” Dot waved said finished product in her hand. “What about the cake and food?”

Doreen slapped her forehead, “Crap, we were supposed to get that as soon as we dropped the plates and cups off. But we got sidetracked.” she finished, bashfully.

Dot shooed the girls with a gesture, “You can probably make it to the kitchen and back if you hurry!” She supposed there wasn’t going to be a huge food and cake spread since they still had to eat with everyone else later.

Doreen and Kamala nodded dutifully with determined looks on their faces. Then, they were gone. Ripley climbed down the ladder, coming to stand near Dot and started to shake her heads.

“Man, if I were that motivated to do half the things in my life, I’d be running the Family business. But nooo thank you, their energy levels are something else.”

Dot smiled fondly, having watched the girls retreat before turning her gaze up to her Mommy. “Yeah, but aren’t they adorable?”

Ripley laughed, “Yeah. Cute li’l kids. But not as cute as you.” She said, leaning down to smack her lips right over Dot’s. She straightened up when Gia held up the banner.

“Okay, R. You’re up again.” A pause before Gia gave a faint smirk. “Get it?”

Ripley was not as amused, “BECAUSE I HAVE TO GO ON THE LADDER? THAT’S LAME, G.” But she did it all the while complaining about how Gia’s joke was going to make her fall off the ladder. 

Now it was a semi-rush to help Mack hang up her limp balloons in a way that didn’t look as sorry as the episode Gia was referencing on The Office. Tying the blown up balloons together in threes and then stapling the balloons to the walls gave it the illusion that they were upright as long as the strings fell towards the ground. Add in some paper crafts Dot had cut that resembled stars (and mainly hearts because hearts were easier to make), they had successfully decorated the walls.

The four women stepped back towards the door to appreciate their handiwork. Even the plates and cups that had been dropped on the table by Doreen and Kamala had been set up and organized. The garage was looking like a festive birthday room sprinkled with a confetti of red, white, and blue colors with stars and stripes to accompany the whole look.

“Is this... too America?” Dot asked, tilting her head one way and then another. “It’s supposed to be America’s birthday but not... America’s birthday, you know?”

“I think she’ll love it,” Mack said from behind Dot. Dot lifted her head giving Mack a grateful smile before clapping her hands together.

“Okay! Kamala and Doreen should have been back by now. And I thought America was on her way...”

“Maybe something happened,” Gia stated. “did you want us to go look for them? Maybe they got more food than they can carry...”

“And they’re trying to carry it all in one go, oh my god, please help them.” Dot finished the thought because that was exactly what the girls would be trying to do. Ripley, Mack, and Gia nodded before exiting the garage with reassurances that everything will be fine and they’ll be back lickity-split.

Dot looked relieved as they left and allowed herself to relax. As long as her Mommies were there to lend a hand, things will work out fine. She swept her gaze along the room one more time, proud of all the work they did to put this together in three hours.

“Whoa, you guys really did put something together.”

Dot jumped as soon as she heard America’s voice behind her. That wasn’t a normal reaction, she realized. It felt more along the lines of getting caught when she wasn’t supposed to be doing something. In this case, America caught Dot unawares for her own surprise birthday celebration.

Dot spun around, arms held out and said, “Surprise!” With the hope that the girls would return really quickly, like, right now, and say the same thing to save all of this. 

But no. It was only Dot who still had her arms held out.

She soon dropped them as America laughed. “I knew it,” she said, shaking her head. She looked amused as she took in the sight before her. “did you guys do all of this today? This wasn’t here yesterday.”

“Wait, you knew the girls planned a surprise party for you?” Dot asked, frowning slightly. America finally turned her sights on her Mother, noting the frown. She sought to correct that right away.

“I knew... only because the girls can’t seem to keep a poker face. It doesn’t mean I’m not happy about it.” America explained. “Every time I asked if they had anything planned for my birthday, they would give each other this look--” America cut herself off and proceeded to mimic the expression. Dot burst out laughing. It was the goddamn ‘peterparkerface’ as it has been pegged around the Haus.

America continued, “I didn’t know what they were planning but it was something.” She finally broke off in a smile, perhaps a little too shy for her taste, while shoving her hands into her pockets.”I just didn’t know you were involved in it.”

Dot’s expression warmed as did her insides as she held her arms out, “Happy birthday, baby.” she cooed. “I love you.” 

America immediately moved into them, engulfing her Mother with her much taller stature in a tight hug. The kind where she buried her face in her neck and took in her Mother’s scent.

“I love you, too, Mama.”

“Aww man! Did we miss it!?” Doreen whined from the doorway. Dot and America pulled away, but America didn’t let Dot out of her arms.

“No, it’s just getting started.” she grinned before her eyes widened, “Whoa, how much food did you guys bring?”

[socutesoevil]

Opinions™ on MCL UC Beta

Well then! Got my beta pass today. Curiosity satisfied. Bad taste left over, (and not just from the mojitos.)

I was on the fence about Campus Life and wanted to give it a try, but I'm edging my feet over towards no now. Yes, it’s just one episode, but when it’s not right, you just know. I’ve put down books after reading a chapter or two because they held no interest. And that’s okay.

To be perfectly honest, my interest in the MCL universe has been fading for a while now. The past few episodes were pretty meh. They felt rushed and generally unsatisfying, like someone roughly pushing you out of the house because they don’t want you to see the body in the closet 'Thanks-for-coming-see-you-later-okay-bye'. Episode 40 aka the Finale was just... the cherry on the sour sundae. And that sex scene! I like a nice big helping of sin, but it has to flow with the story. (I like my porn with plot, is that so much to ask?) And this was... awful and super-forced like the 'now kiss' meme. Especially sweet Lysander's. Here's this angel baby, talking about antiquing, and poetry, and how he's a pure unicorn who's never had a girlfriend before, and how much he loves and treasures Candy and she's like 'mm-hm, that's nice, let's bang'. Seriously girl?! I would just cuddle the hell out of him and call it a successful night. (Sex is neat-o and all, but cuddles FTW.)

And while that episode left a bad taste in my mind, I was still excited for the University sequel. I didn’t mind a break up ‘cause I assumed (a safe assumption in an otome game, yes?), there would be a make up. I was curious to see the new settings, how the characters grew up, how they changed or not, their new redesigns, their new stories, etc.

Which brings me back to the beta. (Sorry, took the scenic route there.) The graphics are truly beautiful. The animations are... amusing. A lot of the old supporting cast is here. We find out what happened to the guys who are not there. It has a familiar vibe, like watching a once-fave show after it jumped the shark in season six and became utter shite.

For me personally, there are two cementing factors why I most likely won’t be continuing with the game if it stays as is:

1) The new AP system. Movements are free, but every line of dialogue you click on costs 2AP. Seriously. The first episode was just under 1k for me. It would take a really long time to collect that many points naturally and the story is in no way interesting enough for me to pay real money for.

2) Quite honestly, none of the datable characters caught my eye... in this dating game.

Here’s the buffet on offer:

Hyun - Will probably be the most popular new character. (That's my bet anyway). He's got that whole soft cinnamon roll thing going on which is totes on trend right now, but that has never been my thing. I like cinnamon rolls for breakfast. For my pixel harem I like angst with a dash of sin.

Rayan I-have-a-last-name-I'm-so-fancy The prof who looks like he's mentally undressing you with every arch of his brow and has young ladies gathering around him like fruit flies on a rotten apple. Now, I have nothing against the whole hot-for-teaching meme. Hell, my Candy would be down for it 'cause it works with her rebel child personality. However, while someone like our favourite bumbling history teacher, who was charming in his awkwardness, would be fun to romance, Rayan the undead lounge lizard is sketchy fucker. (By the way, the whole trend of loafers with no socks? Needs to die. And button up your damn shirt, man! You're a professor! Ugh.)

Priya - I don't even want to be friends with this girl. *shrug* So... yeah, no.

Castiel - The notorious Cassychu, the one of the perma-scowl and bad-boy tats and poor hairstyle and lifestyle choices. Candy already dumped him once. Will she want to take him back?! Probably. She clearly has major issues when it comes to understanding how relationships function.

Mysterious fifth character to be revealed at a later time. (Do we get to vote on which one of the lost boys we get to bring back? Oh wait, no, that's democracy. Sorry! Forgot myself for a moment.) My guess? Most likely it will be Nathaniel who became a dude-bro likes a bit of a party now. Rock on, Nath. Rock on.

*pulls an Eldarya and sets crush to no one*

It was fun while it lasted but now it's time for something new. And by new I mean re-reading the SLBP Shigezane route. My precious <3

That’s about it! Some more randomness below.

random comments from my play-through + points of interest

Rosa and Candy lost touch 'cause this is the dark ages of communication before phones. (JK. Candy is a lazy fuck who can't be bothered. Relationships are not cacti, Candy!)

After four(!) years of silence, this little shit Candy appears back on the scene again to pursue her lame degree and everyone just accepts her back into the fold like nothing happened. The hell?! I'm not saying give me telenovela levels of drama, but c'mon!

The only happy ending Lysander got was in Episode 40. That sweet child. </3

These animations are... hilarious. (They can be turned off). The randomly jiggling boobs are the best thing! Any girl will be standing there and outta nowhere boop-boop. *snort* Did they look at any breasts before animated these, or did they use a custard as inspiration?

Chani is precious.

Why is Melody here? Oy... Still a teacher’s pet. (Yet she gets annoyed when I say she hasn’t changed? Lie to yourself much, Melody?) Probably still holds a torch for Nathaniel but won’t admit it. Mean-funny scene if you invite her but not Chani to drinks. Your pals are not excited about seeing wet-blanket Melly.

Our roommate has a stick so far up her ass she's sitting on top of the Eiffel tower. Dunno who spat in her oatmeal, but I left the spilled paint on her bed and called it karma.

The Cozy Bear Cafe sounds like some sort of sweet lolita place... but it isn’t... False advertising much?

Rayan stop staring at me, you zombie creeper.

Mojitos or beer. Those are my sedative options. Awesome. Can’t even get a decent drink around this joint. (If you ask why mojitos, it doesn’t translate as ‘where’s the wine’. You get lemonade instead. -_- )

I will say this, the backgrounds are gorgeous. They don't match the art style of the characters, but they're stunning. The park is incredible.

The black in the outfits is true black, so you can satisfy your inner goth child or chic Parisienne all you want. The hair is still a blue-black though, like a raven’s wing.

The petal game is still there. You will need it.

[adampage]

What About Breakfast?

Pairing: Charlotte Flair x Becky Lynch

“So would you be willing to entertain a fluffy charlynch request?” - anon

Word Count: 1,508

Warnings: none it’s fluffy as heck

Author’s Note: this poor anon had to deal with my slow ass to write this fic and I am so sorry nonnie, truly. not gonna lie, I struggled to write this, but I really hope you enjoy it all the same! (tag list at the bottom from now on?? i can’t believe it tbh). oh. bonus points if you get the series i referenced?? bc i’m a nerd

"Guess who." The cold, slender hands covered Becky's eyes, shadowing the world from her view. She pouted, feigning ignorance. "Natalya?" Becky asked, her deep Irish accent emphasizing each syllable, the end of the name rising, teasing her girl.

Never ones to fall for teasing, the slender hands lightly pressed at Becky's eyes. "Guess again."

"Hmmm...Naomi, is that you?" "Nope." "Tamina?" "Uh-uh." "Carmella, baby, is that you?" Charlotte pulled her hands away furiously in shock and horror, her reflection in the mirror in front of them just as upset. Becky laughed heartily, hands held up in finger guns. "Gotcha!" The blonde pouted endearingly. "You called her baby. That's my nickname." Becky turned around to face her, looking at her closely. "How about I make it up to you, love?" Charlotte turned her nose up, crossed her arms, looked away. She wasn't going to give Becky a chance to apologize. "You can't make it up to me." "Charlotte!" Becky whined. "Come on, love." Charlotte shook her head. "Uh-uh. Nope." She refused to look at her. Becky embraced her, but Charlotte kept flinching away. It was becoming aggravating, Charlotte's stubbornness. Becky huffed. "Fine. Guess I'll have to have tea time with someone else. Since the Queen," she practically spat the word, "won't come with me, I guess I'll have to take the Princess." Stalking away, Becky began to call her other friend, hoping she didn't pick up to give Charlotte time to reconsider. Come on, Charlotte. Don't be petty, Becky thought, biting mercilessly at a fingernail as she heard the phone dialing in her ear. It rang for quite a bit. Becky sighed a sigh of relief, gladly. Carmella must be busy having her day off with Colin. She hung up the phone, surprised to find that Charlotte was still in her room, peeking out from the bathroom. As soon as Becky noticed her, Charlotte spoke. "No answer?" "Nope. Looks like she's busy." "Probably off with Cass somewhere." "Yea," Becky sighed, grabbing her rental car keys from the bedside table. "Guess I'll be going to tea time alone." She was neither content nor angry. It was a rather bland statement, marked with indifference. "See ya, Charlotte." "Wait," Charlotte stopped her, holding out a hand, and their fingers brushed together for a moment. They looked into each other's eyes for a brief moment before Becky broke the stare and started moving again towards the door. Charlotte looked down awkwardly before stopping her in her tracks again. "I'll go with you." Becky turned her head. "You will?" "Yes, I'll go." When Becky gave her a questioning stare, Charlotte said, "I wouldn't want you to go alone." Becky broke out into a smile, motioned her to get going. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go. Before it's second breakfast."

“Oh, good grief,” Charlotte said with a roll of her eyes. “Let’s go, Samwise, before I change my mind.” She playfully pushed Becky out the door.

“Ah, I could eat a reverend mother in the state I’m in, Lottie.”

“You and your Irish slang, Becks.” Charlotte paused, grinning, taking a sip of her tea.

“What? Is that not what you say?”

“Oh my God, no,” Charlotte gaped, “we say we’re so hungry that we could eat a horse.”

Becky eyebrows furrowed at the phrase. “It’s nearly the same thing, though, ‘in’it?”

“One is eating an animal, the other is eating a human being.”

Becky continued to lather her toast with butter and jam. “Well, whatever, I’m jus’ saying it’s the same thing. It means I’m damn starved. Speakin’ of, could you pass tha eggs n’ bacon?”

“Here,” Charlotte passed her the plate, amused at Becky’s appetite. Becky, entirely too focused on the food in front of her, did not at all notice that Charlotte was falling in love with her more by the second.

“Lottie, eat up. Or I’m gonna finish it all without you.” Becky pointed a fork at Charlotte’s plate, gesturing for her to help herself.

“I’m not that hungry.”

“We have to hit the gym later, you know that. You have to eat!”

“I’ll be fine, sweetheart.”

“You’re sure?” Becky mumbled, mouth full of eggs and bacon.

“I’m sure.”

“Did I tell you I’ve been gettin’ into readin’ a little more?” Becky said, her arm draped over the bench press rack. She was staring off across the floor of the gym, people watching as she always did.

“Really?” Charlotte grunted, struggling with the added weight she’d decided on to her usual heavy amount. Becky was supposed to be spotting her, but naturally she wasn’t paying attention, choosing instead to be ever the conversationalist.

“Yeah, Sami got me into it. Says it’s good for the brain. Helps your memory.”

“Inter...est...ing,” Charlotte groaned, each syllable slowly coming from her mouth as she dropped the bar closer to her body and then back up again, harder now.

“Isn’t it?” Becky declared, still completely unaware of what was going on right beneath her nose. “So the book I’m reading, it’s this sort of non-fiction one about anti-gravity.”

“Wow,” Charlotte said, “never took you for the science-y type.” Again, she dropped the weight low to her chin, and raised it back up, a little less than stable, her arms trembling with the weight.

“Oh, yeah,” Becky went on, “I’m all for science. Especially anti-gravity. I just could not put it down!”

Charlotte's elbows buckled before she even had time to react, and the force of the weights falling pinned her hands beneath the bar with a thud to her chest. She got the wind knocked out of her, that was for sure.

“Holy fuck, Lottie!” Becky yelped, scrambling to help lift the bar off of her girlfriend. “I’m so fucking sorry, are you okay?”

Charlotte sat up, unable to speak for quite a bit. Becky handed her a water bottle, eyes wide in fear and concern at the thought that she might have been the cause of the mishap.

After a couple of swigs of water and some room to breathe, the color came flushing back to Charlotte’s face. “Becky,” she started, still a little slow after having the wind knocked out of her, “I can't believe you.”

“I know, Lottie, I know. I’m so sorry, I should've been paying more attention.” Becky grabbed the towel next to Charlotte and handed it to her, trying to find anything that would ease the pain or help her in some way.

“No, no, not that,” Charlotte winced as she rubbed her chest, the spot sore from where the bar landed on her. “The pun.”

“What pun?” Becky inquired, extremely puzzled.

“The anti-gravity book that you just could not put down!” Charlotte teased, index finger booping Becky on the nose. Now that she was feeling better, Charlotte began to laugh.

“You muppet, you!” Becky mirrored her laughter, shoving Charlotte’s leg playfully. “I get that my puns are killer, but that doesn't mean you have to die, Charlotte! You really scared me!”

“Becks.”

“Jeez, oh, sorry, I’ll stop.” Becky raised her hands in submission. “What’s for lunch? You should really weigh in on this decision.”

“Rebecca Lynch.”

“Whoops, okay, last one, I’m good.” Becky chuckled, unable to hold back a laugh. “Again, I’m so sorry.”

“Damn right you are.”

The rest of the day was spent at the park. There were a great deal many more puns to giggle about, including one that involved a frisbee flying across the duck pond, completely on accident, of course. (“When is a frisbee like a bird?” “I don't know, when?” “When - duck!”)

Feeding the squirrels was especially fun, as the two of them took turns watching them ease closer and closer to their hands, eyeing them suspiciously before their tiny little paws grabbed at the grain and nibbled and gnawed quickly at the nourishment, to Charlotte and Becky’s obvious delight.

They flew kites, rode bikes, and sat and watched the sun go down. The rays of light splattered the sky with hues of pinks and purples, easing slowly into the prettiest hour of twilight they had ever seen.

“All in all, the day wasn’t too bad, was it?”

Charlotte sighed, content to be back in her hotel suite. Her hair was wrapped in a towel, her makeup was off, and she was lying in bed, Becky entangled in her arms. “No, I guess it wasn’t.”

“I’m still sorry about what happened at the gym, love. I’ll never stop making it up to you.”

Charlotte gave her girlfriend a peck on the cheek, and she could feel Becky’s body shiver in response. It was that easy. “Don’t worry about it. I’m happy just being here, lying with you.”

“Aww, Lottie…”

Charlotte rolled her eyes, pulling Becky closer and giving her multiple, quick pecks on her neck. The squeals in reply made her smile in delight.

“Hey, Charlotte?”

“Yes, sweetie?”

“You’re a hot-tea.”

“Oh my gosh. Good night.”

“Ya get it, yea? Because we had tea this morning.”

Oh boy, Charlotte thought. This is going to be a long night.

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[imherebecausemymomdoesntloveme]

HummingBird (part 2/?)

Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: readers first official day at school and first crime

word count: 2090

Part One

The first class of my day was pretty uneventful. I had precalculus with Mr. Evans which was fun. Who are you kidding dude you took calculus last summer. It’s not like I was gonna say that? I don’t wanna be that show off kid that knows all of the answers. Yeah well not participating makes you have conversations with yourself so sucks to be you nerd.

Jeez I really was having a conversation with myself. I was that bored with APUSH that I was arguing, with myself. Of course I loved US history, but the whole class made me miss Mr. Star Spangled Banner. Maybe I could just check my phone for any alerts of crime in the city.

“Ms. Carter,” Mr. Jameson said, catching my adrift attention, “Could you tell me about the Maryland Colony?”

I heard a few snickers come from behind me, clearly thinking I didn’t know a thing about history and unaware that Steve used to read history books to me at night instead of story books.

“The Maryland Colony was founded in 1634 by Lord Baltimore. It was to be a place for persecuted Catholics to find refuge, a safe haven. Made as an act of toleration.”

“Very nice Ms. Carter,” he continued. I turned back to find the boy who had laughed at me and gave him a real, genuine smile which really threw him off guard.

The rest of the class went well and before I knew it was lunch time. I was honestly surprised that for the first two classes, no one really thought to introduce me or guide me anywhere and as much as I didn’t need it, I did need to make friends. It was already lunch and I had nowhere to sit, or rather, no one to sit with. I scanned over the cafeteria, looking for a place to sit when I found a relatively empty table.

“Thats a lot of food you’ve got there,” the girl adjacent to me commented, “not like it’s a bad thing. You should be able to eat as much as you’d like.”

“Oh no it’s fine,” I laughed, “I just have a condition.”

“Diabetes?” She asked, probably feeling worse about her comment. She seemed like a nice girl.

“No-no, I just have like,” I paused, thinking about a lie, “A really abnormally high metabolism. If i burn more calories than I eat I pass out.” Well, I guess that was only half a lie. My powers entailed that I needed to consume more sugar than regular so I don’t black out. It wasn’t pretty. “Anyways, I’m Aurelie, but my friends call me Bird. What’s your name?”

“Michelle, and I don’t have any friends” She responded. I was going to say something back but by the time I figured out what to say enough time had passed that a response would just be awkward and sad. Lunch soon ended.

Physics was my next class, I sat next to this kid named Ned. He was pretty cool actually, we were lab partners and I helped him with the worksheets.

“So what school are you transferring from?” He asked, scribbling down some notes.

“Oh, I was homeschooled. Parents thought I ought to be socialized or something.” I responded with a chuckle.

“Like in meangirls?” He asked.

“What?-”

“Nothing.”

My last class of the day was P.E. with that same kid who had made fun of me in APUSH. Apparently his name was flash or something? LAmE. It appears that me totally owning him earlier on in the day wasn’t enough for him and so he decided to try and own me on a physical level as well.

“Twenty bucks that new kid drops out of the pacer before it hits twenty,” he announced, the teacher either not knowing or not caring.

“Four hundred bucks said that the new kid is gonna be the last person still going,” I childed, another genuine smile flashed at him. He and most others burst out in laughter.

“What are you doing?” Ned asked me (He was in this class too.), “this is a mixed class, seniors regularly score over the hundreds.”

“Oi Ned, chill dude. Trust me.” I put my hair up into a ponytail, the kids that had made it a point to beat me were showing real game by doing pushups and sit ups. Some of the girls had began to do stretches too to show off.

“Maybe you should.. Um.. show off too,” he suggested. I shot him a look. “I mean look at them! They’re practically asking for it!”

“And who am I to give those meanies what they want,” I chirped.

“Are you even sure you can do this? Four hundred dollars is a lot of money…” Ned gulped. I only gave him a knowing look.

“The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. [beep] A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. [ding] Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start.” I began to run to the beat of the weird elevator torture music and one by one people began to drop out. When Ned left (around 23) the group cheered and encouraged me to follow my friend. I gave him a look that said I will avenge you and I hope he got that message. By the time we hit one hundred and thirty two, the last of them had basically dragged themselves off the floor, giving me wicked glares as I lightly jogged across the way, a small smile on my face. Flash had dropped out around one hundred and twenty seven, and I was pretty sure that Ned was recording me. I was pretty sure the teacher was going to turn off the tape but he didn’t and I began to think that he had heard my little bet with Flash.

As the numbers increased the other students got angrier and angrier and eventually the tape stopped. I had ran all 21 levels, all 247 laps.

I walked off the court over to Flash, a cheerful grin on my face. I was sorta out of breath and definitely sweating more than I’d like but hey, it wasn’t that awful.

“Hey Flash” I greeted with a friendly smile. He handed me the four hundred.

“This isn’t over, Carter,” he spat, a grimace on his face as the teacher gave a blind eye to us.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I comforted in a sickly sweet voice, “What really counts, is that you tried! You did your best. Did you break your own record today?” he nodded, “See! There we go. With the right motivation you can do anything.” I booped his nose with the tip of my finger.

With that, I walked over to Ned, handing him the four hundred. “Here you go sir, four hundred dollars.”

“What? I can’t take it from you!” He exclaimed, clumsily trying to give it back.

“Dude, I have a lot of money, I don’t need it. Just use the money to make something cool and then show it to me.” I reassured him.

“A-are you sure?” He asked, still wary of accepting such a large quantity of money.

“Positive.”

-

After school I busted through the doors and down the street as quickly as possible, people looked at me weird because my hair was still wet from my post pacer shower but I didn’t care. I was ready to fite™ some crime. The only other person who was out of school by now was that kid that ned sat with at lunch.

I went into an allyway and began to strip, which was something that probably came out of a bad porno. I put pulled on my suit that Tony had made and hid my backpack in an empty garbage can. The suit matched my alter-ego The Hummingbird™ with its dark iridescent fabric. The fabric was also very lightweight and feather like in texture. I had my own AI built in that I named Orzo. I pushed off the floor and flew up into the sky at high speed, shaking my head like a dog to dry off my hair. Hopefully the local vigilante wouldn’t mind some company here on the streets.

I flew higher into the sky, hoping to get a good scope of whatever was going on. This was my first chance at action since, well, ever. Tony never let me help him whatsoever (though he knows I am fully capable.) He didn’t even let me help him in Germany! He let Spiderman, a vigilante he’d never even met join but not the girl that he practically raised! Not only that, but I didn’t even get to meet him. I’ve only ever heard about him through the news and other media. Anyways sorry I got a little bit heated.

Though I expected New York to be just busting with crime 24/7 it honestly was pretty calm. There wasn’t much to do for a while. Very minor things to do. A couple of people stealing purses, I helped a homeless person move to a different street?? Ralph now lived on 22 and third. By seven o’clock not only had I done nothing that day, but I also hadn’t even encountered the spiderkid! Then, almost like the world was answering my prayer (not saying that I wished for crime and anarchy but I was bored) I heard a crash come from not more than down the block. Fresh crime, crime so fresh that my police tracker app hadn’t even gone off yet. I took flight, zooming across the city, trying to stay out of sight. The, yet darkened, streets were filled with life and pedestrians, some checking to see what the commotion was and many fleeing in the other direction.

I entered the store that was currently being robbed. It looked to be some type of antique jewelry store raided by the average thieves.

“Pals, I don��t think they’re open. Maybe you should come back later,” I said to the men, making them aware of my presence. They were taken aback by my appearance and probably my voice as well. By vibration my vocal chords at a different frequency, I could modify my voice to sound louder and have a similar reverb to that of a hum (at normal human pitch).

“And who are you? Spiderkids protege?” One of them snickered.

“I’d hardly say that,” I seethed bumping my head on the ceiling. I silently cursed myself. When I get excited or really invested into something I begin to hover which isn’t that helpful.

Two of the three men charged at me while the other one tried to grab their belongings and leave. I used my speed to use their strength against them, quickly finishing the job and knocking them out. I grabbed onto one of the feather/scales of my suit and pulled it out which transformed it to a larger, sharp feather which I used to pin them both to the floor. I darted out of the store and into the alleyway that the third thief had escaped.

“You come any closer and I’ll have to stab you!” He bellowed, pointing his knife at me. Wow, dude didn’t even think to bring a gun. I put my hands in the air and began to sob.

“Oh my god, you found my one fear, small knives.” I hung my head claiming defeat.

“Wait really” He asked, a look of genuine surprise on his face. I pulled out another feather and threw it, pinning his sleeve to the wall.

“No,” I chuckled out in disbelief, “anyways, I’ms sure when the cops get here you’ll have had enough time to figure out a reason why you’re stuck in an alleyway with lots of fun jewels in your bag, good day sir.”

I flew back into the sky just to see the one and only spiderkid zooming towards the shop.

“Hey dude! I already got it, you’re good. See ya” I hollered, waving good bye and flying around a bit to ward off any arachnids if I needed to. Maybe I shoulda talked to him? 

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[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #247

“Desert Village, Homecoming, Hearts Surgery”

[Doc] How are you feeling?

[Deer] - A bit better, that's for certain.  It's still weird to be able to see and hear the mobs but not feel them

[Doc] I'm rather glad you can't at the moment since Firebird and Snake set a zombie on fire last night and Buff is currently using his fists on some outside.

[Deer] - Buff is the new NOTCH, right?

[Doc] BuffNOTCH yes. He seems friendly and he's been helpful so far.  He also seems rather more aware of what he is then the damaged NOTCH Ai's on the sub-seed.

[Deer] - Maybe it would be good for him to visit them?

[Doc] Maybe? Honestly, they might be afraid of him just because he's so huge.

[Deer] - We won't know till we try

[Doc] Nods - I guess we might as well get up...

[Deer] - And wake our precious child?

[Doc] Casts a loving glance at Yaunfen, hir fingers curling into Deerheart's - You two make me so happy.

[Deer] - I'm glad we do

[Yaunfen] Mumbles- Purple poppies

[Doc] Purple poppies? Sounds like a decent idea for Lie. As long as they taste like something.

[Deer] - We should wake the others

[Doc] Leans way over the side of the bed and pokes Snake- There, I helped.

[Deer] Gives Doc a look-

[Doc] Huge grin-

[snake] -curls around the place doc booped-

[Buff] Comes back in smelling of sweat and a bit of blood- That was a great workout! -He's rather loud

[snake] -is unaffected by the noise-

[Doc] You are so loud...

[Buff] Pokes Mix and Firebird- Wake up! It's a lovely morning!

[Doc] Gamely pokes Snake on the nose-

[Deer] Stands up and goes over to Yaunfen- Time to wake up sweet heart

[snake] -curls around flopping around cover his nose- my snoot what happened

[Doc] Time to get moving again.

[Deer] - The sooner we get to them, the sooner we can get them home

[snake] -gets up- okay then lets go

[Buff] Puts Firebird onto Mix gently and scoops them both up in his arms- Sleepyheads!

[Yaunfen] Slowly waking up- Mama awake now

[Deer] - Yes I am, and you need to wake up to so we can go

[Doc] Time to go hunt for Cp some more Yaunfen, we're 'it'.

[Yaunfen] - Okay!

[Doc] Can you walk Deerheart? I can carry you again if not.

[Deer] - For awhile I should be able to

[snake] -boops yaunfen's leg-

[Yaunfen] - Mada carry me?

[Doc] It looks like you may get a ride later when your mom gets tired sweetie. For now, just change back to your normal shape if you don't want to walk two-legged.

[Yaunfen] - Okay...- They change back into their dragon form

[snake] I still need to be on a shoulder or in a pocket I am too tiny

[Doc] Picks Snake up gently. - You can have my pocket for now. We'll renegotiate when I have to change again.

[snake] pocket ride -claps his tiny hands-

[Doc] Puts Snake in one of hir coat's exterior pockets and knocks out the doors so it's eaiser for Yaunfen to get out. -

[Yaunfen] Sleepily trots outside- More chocolate?

[Notch] Is on his phone in hearing range of Flux and pacing back and forth- so what's the story with the new protocols Jeb? And don't fucking lie to me. We deleted a NOTCH that was an absolute psycho and suddenly we get another one?!

[Jeb] You did what?! How???!! Wait.... I'm betting either the crazy doctor or that dick-punching asshole you call a son was involved. I don't want to know! Look... it's just some minor tweaks because of a couple of super aggressive NOTCHs. One in particular has been hunting not just Herobrines but deleting mobs and other NOTCHs too. They tagged him with a name so they could monitor him more easily and study his behavior. They call him the Harvestman.

[Notch] Is he scheduled for deletion?

[Jeb] No, they just don't want another one like him to be generated. The internal directives and self awareness for our AIs has been increased too so their behavior isn't so random.  They're learning how to program more responsive AIs by monitoring the brines and peeking at their codes when they crop up. We're getting quick glimpses of their internal makeup as they spawn now.

[Notch] Do we know what's making them spawn in the first place yet?

[Jeb] Nope, still a mystery. But at least we're in a better position for the nicer AIs to pose as parents for new brines and be a good influence.

[Notch] That's... Surprisingly thoughtful...

[Jeb] It's safer for the players.

[Notch] I should have guessed. Also, I saw the code as the new AI was generated. Clean up your lines Jeb. That was sloppy work at best.

[Jeb] Yeah well..! It's harder when you have to write it from the outside!

[Flux] Is listening calmly from where she's sitting-

[CN] Comes outside, still sad but doing the chores Notch assigned him for while Lie's gone-

[Jeb] Sooo are you going to help me pick out a new computer?

[Notch] NO. I AM NOT YOUR PERSONAL TECH SUPPORT.

-something breaking on the other end of the phone-

[Jeb] What the fuck?! How did you just break a sculpture on the other side of my office?!

[Notch] firmly- By the raw power of my aggravation with you! And I hope it was that hideous anime thing you brought home from your last convention trip. Your wife would likely thank me! -firmly hangs up the phone. He stares at it angrily and then gives a frustrated yell right at it, before huffily putting it away.

[Flux] - He can't hear you now

[Notch] I know. That last one was just for me. It felt good even if he couldn't hear it.

[Flux] - It... Makes you feel better?

[Notch] Well... Yeah. Sometimes being noisy is a pretty good way to release stress.

[Flux] - Better then what we do?

[Notch] no! Not even close! What we do together is so much more effective.

[Flux] Smiles a little-

[Yaunfen] Has acquired several more cocoa pods as they traverse the jungle-

[Doc] Hey Yaunfen? Let me see your tail for a moment.- holds out hir hand

[Yaunfen] Trustingly holds out hir tail-

[AVulpix] Is running and playing around the group-

[Doc] Runs hir fingers over the hard knot of bone on the end that resembles a candy corn- try and give my hand a little swat. Whip- crack it like Celine does with hers.

[Yaunfen] Tries and accidentally hits a tree instead of Docs hand- Ow!

[Doc] Be careful! That might take some practice. Here- holds up a pod- try again. Hit it right on this line that looks like a seam, not too hard.

[Yaunfen] Tries and hits Docs hand this time-

[Doc] YOW! Close, but not quite! -Xe winces at the purple bruise that's likely forming under hir glove.

[Yaunfen] Ducks head a bit- Sorry Mada...

[Doc] No! Don't be sorry! I wanted to see if you could hit hard enough to break the pod. And you can, you just need practice.

[Yaunfen] - Okay!- Stomach rumbles a little

[Doc] Holds the pod by it's ends and low enough for an easy strike- One more time.

[Yaunfen] Tries and nicks the bottom of it-

[Doc] Wiggles hir thumb into the nick and widens it a bit- Try to hit the same spot.

[Yaunfen] Sticks tongue out and tries again, missing by quite a bit-

[Doc] Ah, well... that's enough for now. We'll work on it. - Xe uses the little hole to pull the shell apart and it falls into two halves, both full of chocolate bits- Here you go. Good effort.

[Yaunfen] Quickly starts eating the chocolate-

[Deer] Leans against Doc a little- Don't worry, it's something new, it will take them some practice

[Doc] I know. But I think it would be a good idea if they had a small means of defense at least, that point is hard and it could certainly crack a bone if applied in the right place.

[Deer] - We'll teach them to only use it as a last resort

[Doc] Of course. Or for stranger danger, obviously.

[Deer] Laughs- What strangers?  Doc, we're friends with everyone!

[Doc] You never know. Not all of the creepypastas are friendly. I still don't trust Jeff.

[Deer] - Alright, alright

[Buff] Creepy-pastas?

[Deer] - A group of people, both digital, real, and I suppose mythic.  All of them have been possessed by an entity named Insanity.  We've slowly been removing her.  CP is a Creepy Pasta who has had his Insanity removed

[Doc] We've got several of the purged ones on the server. I think Splenderman you'll like especially, he's also huge and friendly.

[Buff] Sounds good. Why creepy?

[Deer] - They're killers

[Doc] Some of them look a bit monstrous too.

[Buff] Looks at Doc- Are you sure you don't need me for bodyguard duty?

[Doc] I'll get back to you....

[snake] ben is pretty friendly

[Deer] - They can get rather violent at times

[Doc] BEN I'm proud of. He's come around quite nicely.

[Buff] What's the deal? They're just easy to make angry?

[Deer] - It's more like an addiction.  They are addicted to killing and sometimes they just can't control it

[Buff] Thoughtful look - I'll be sure to watch out for them then. I'm pretty good at subduing people. - Does a flex and his arm muscles look like several dogs fighting in a bag.

[Deer] - You'd be surprised

[Doc] Looks at biome loading in - looks like desert. Well at least we'll be able to spot anyone coming.

[Buff] Puts Mix and Firebird down for a moment to roll his shirt so it's barely covering his upper chest and shoulders and then picks them up again before continuing. - Nothing wrong with a bit of honest sweat!

[snake] it is for gem because if she is sweating that means it's to hot

[Deer] - Lie is the opposite, she'd probably be perfectly happy living in a desert

[Buff] What about... Cp? Is it?

[Doc] He keeps an office in the Nether. He's a fire brine.

[Deer] - At least they can always agree on temperature

[Doc] Desert is okay for me. I like the sand. Lots of space to build.

[Yaunfen] Darts ahead and jumps into the sand-

[Doc] Kicks up sand as xe walks - xe's typing in chat- Hey Flux? How are you holding up? Have someone else type for you if you can't do it in your head.

[Flux] - I am fine for now, this physical connection is rather different than what I'm used to

[Doc] How so?

[Flux] - It's because Deer and I are based on different properties, she is based on the physical properties of the seed, while I'm based on magic

[Deer] - Flux, are you sure everything's okay?  I know the Nether still occasionally glitches, so if you need help...

[Flux] - Everything is fine Deer, I've been around a very long time, I can handle this for now

[Doc] You just relax and heal.

-The sun bakes the sand under their feet but the wind keeps it from being to uncomfortable. There's a bit of noise up ahead as a village spawns in and a few Testificates peek nervously out at them-

[Yaunfen] - Testies!  Testies!

[Doc] That's not a good way to abbreviate that Yaunfen....

[Buff] Snickers - it is funny though...

-A Fem Testificate steps out- Who are you travelers?

[snake] -is just giving a questioning glance to yaunfen for what they said-

[Deer] - We're just passing through, we mean no harm

[Doc] We're looking for a man and a woman who've gone missing. Two Herobrines.

[FemTestificate] - Herobrines?  We've heard of no such thing

-woken firebird noises -

[Doc] They have no pupils, their eyes are just a glowy white.

[FemTestificate] - No, we have seen no such beings.

[Doc] Ah, well we won't trouble you then. Unless you have anything interesting to trade?

[FemTestificate] - If you have food, then we have wares to trade

[Doc] Do you want anything specific?

[FemTestificate] - Any food will do, we are a desert village, so food is more difficult to produce

[Doc] Can we go someplace out of the sun a bit first?

[FemTestificate] - Certainly, we have a market in the center of town which is mostly covered stalls, so there is plenty of shade

[Yaunfen] - Mada?  I get small now?

[Buff] I could punch out a pond if you can fill it up? Then they could fish.

[Doc] Not a bad idea on either count. Do you want an oasis?

[FemTestificate] - There is an oasis by the village to the south, we trade with them for fish.  It's a part of our economy.  All the nearby villages produce certain things and every village can trade with any other for what they need.  Unfortunately food is the most difficult for us because all of the nearby villages are either in dry locations, or the hassle is to much to transport it

[Doc] Okay. Xe opens the menu and starts pulling out meat and vegetables and laying it down on some wood blocks.

[FemTestificate] - Yes, this is all good, you'll certainly be able to get some good items in the market for all of this

[Doc] Grins- You guys fan out and see what you can find. I'm buying. - Lifts Snake out - You want to go with Deerheart for a while?

[Deer] - Come on Yaunfen, why don't you stay with Mama

[Yaunfen] Takes their human form and motions for Deer to pick them up, still not steady at walking and the ground is hot-

[snake] sure as long as I don't get left behind

[Buff] Pokes Mix- You guys want to look around, or you just gonna sleep all day?

[Deer] Picks up Yaunfen and holds out a hand for Snake-

[snake] -hops on to deer's hand-

[Deer] - Should we meet back up in about half an hour?

[Doc] Sounds good to me, I'm going to have a chat with the town librarian.

[FemTestificate] - You'll find Misia over in the small building that way- Points away from the market- She lives on the edge because she prefers the quiet

[Mix] - still snoozing because lazy bones -

[Firebird] - Bird noise and look around -

[Buff] Is moving awkwardly through the crowd-

[Deer] Takes Yaunfen towards a stall that has a lot of sugar cane-

[Doc] Knocks on the librarians door-

-The Vulpix's are shadowing Doc-

[Misia] Opens the door a crack- Yes?

[Doc] Hello. I was wondering if you had anything to trade. I've lots of food and binding materials too.

[Firebird] - nose at things they  pass-

[Misia] - Perhaps, most people aren't interested in my wares...

[Doc] Then they're just silly. Books are so important.

[Misia] Opens the door completely- Please, no pets inside

[Doc] What? Oh! They belong to a friend. Can you guys wait for me out here please?

-The stalls are filled mostly with things mined from beneath the ground.  There's a few stalls set up from other villages which carry things like wool and carpets, and one even has banners.  Another is filled with dyes and flowers, while yet another has simple red stone contraptions-

[RVulpix] Worried noise, the sand reminding it of the past-

[Doc] I won't be long. Honestly.

[RVulpix] Shrinks down small and AVulpix tries to comfort it-

[Doc] Are you sure they can't come in? They're as smart as small children and won't cause any trouble.

[Misia] Hesitates- Why is it so important?  Are they some sort of therapy animal?

[Doc] More like one of them needs therapy. The brown one has had some very bad experiences associated with the desert.

[Misia] - ...  If they must...

[Doc] Thank you. - Ducks inside and holds the door for the little pokemon.

[RVulpix] Darts inside with AVulpix trotting afterwards-

[Doc] I take it your village has no contact with Konohakagure? It's east of here, several chunks.

[Misia] - No, that name is not familiar to me

[Doc] Ah, well they're a thriving town with lots to trade and there's a huge librairy nearby as well.

[Misia] Glances at her tiny collection of books- A large library?

[Doc] Looks at the small collection. - Miss, I'm about to make you the most popular person in town. How do you feel about... adult books?

[Misia] - Adult books?

[Doc] Eyebrow waggle- sex and romance.

[Misia] - Oh dear...

[Deer] Has traded for several bundles of sugar cane and checks the position of the sun in the sky- It's almost time to meet up

[snake] -is looking around-

[Doc] Is heading back with a few enchanted books under hir arm and the vulpix's at hir heels-

[RVulpix] Is mostly sticking to the edges of buildings-

[Buff] Is deadlifting some Testificate children and carrying them around to make them laugh.

[Doc] Glances down- I'd offer you guys a pokeball but I don't have one on me at the moment. Sorry.

[AVulpix] Keeps urging the RVulpix a bit-

[Doc] Do you want me to carry you? - Puts the books away and opens hir arms-

[RVulpix] Shrinks away, it's being a bit overwhelmed by all the new faces, it really only trusts Lie to pick it up-

[Deer] - Maybe we should get out of the desert...

[Doc] Soon enough. I want to distribute most of this food, but not make it look like I'm being condescending, you know?

[Deer] - I'm sure you can pull it off excellently

[Doc] Casts around for someone with more detailed wares. -

[Buff] Pokes Doc - Do you have any of the chocolate left? There are quite a few kids here.

[Doc] Oh! Sure! - Xe copies the pods and gives the NOTCH a bunch to hand out-

-There's a stall that has some crude jewelry run by a mal-

[Doc] Good enough - Xe chooses some small pieces and gives the vendor a generous bounty for them. They whisper some words to the blacksmith and get a lot of nodding in return, before passing him more food and extracting a promise that he'll distribute most of it to the most in need.

-The testificates are bustling about as another group of travelers arrive from another village-

[Doc] Sidles over to see if they have a leader-

-The group seems friendly with the villagers and are quick to strike up conversations.  A majority of what they have are basic cloths-

[Doc] is feeling them out as well, they're not sure if the seeds native Testificates  have any weird taboos they should know about.

-The group seems to give a small and quick motion in greeting when they speak to each other-

[Doc] Makes a note of it and thinks immediately of Steve's brothers.

-Negotiations move quickly as things are quickly passed around, showing that they've done this dance many times-

[Buff] Has quit playing with the children and moved to stand near Deerheart- it's well organized isn't it? Happy AIs living their rural lives.

[Deer] - Yes, they are very happy here.  If I were my normal self I'd be able to feel it so much more acutely, but there's a sensation I can't describe from just watching them...

[Doc] Caught the tail end of what they were saying - have you ever just sat and watched TLOTs touchies fly around their hives, I think it's like that.

[Deer] - They have their own dance, their own ways

[Buff] Even in such a harsh climate, their way of life has its own appeal.

[Doc] Ah, but it's never that simple, is it? Their lives can be peaceful because this server is defended by so many people they'll probably never even meet.

[Deer] - Such a small part of me, and yet it has such significance to all of them

[Buff] You're the first server I've ever met. It's pretty neat. I didn't even know servers could manifest.

[Deer] - The purple lady you saw before?  She is also a server, a much older one.  Formed in response to the oldest NOTCHAI that we know of

[Buff] Oooh. I want to talk to her when we get back then!

[Deer] Laughs- You'll have to get her away from Notch first

[Yaunfen] - Mama we go now?  We have to find them!

[Doc] Yeah, I think we've done enough socializing. And I think we might see some of these folks show up in our village in the coming weeks as well.

[Deer] - Then let's go...  How much farther did CP teleport to?

[Doc] Uses hir pinpoint to scout around. - Geeze... lots of chunks. How about I carry everyone for a bit?

[Yaunfen] - Yay ride!

[Buff] We get to ride dragonback? Woo!

[Deer] - Let's step away from the village first

[Doc] Well yeah, I don't want to scare them. Come on, let's go- Xe leads the party farther into the desert and shifts behind a sandhill. - All aboard. Somebody grab the vulpix's please.

-AVulpix is eager to climb on, RVulpix not so much-

[Buff] Pushes Mix and Firebird up and then plunks down behind them.

[Doc] Sways a little in the middle - damn you're big.... Everyone hold on tight!

[Deer] Puts Yaunfen on and then sneaks up on the RVUlpix, quickly picking it up and climbing on-

[RVulpix] Is making many scared noises-

[Doc] Hunkers down and charges out into the upper air, the ground shoots away as the dragon janks back and forth like an old rollercoaster. The chunks fly by underneath them, loading a bit slower  then Doc's movement and showing them glimpses of the moon moving under the unfinished ground.

[Deer] - Is it just me or is the air getting colder?

[RVulpix] Is paralyzed with fear-

[Doc] It's not just you. We must be near a cold biome!

[Buff] squeezes Doc with his legs to unroll his shirt and sleeves back down-

[Doc] Is squeezed- Whoof!

[Buff] Sorry!

[Deer] - That's weird...  A cold biome shouldn't be this close to a desert...

[Doc] The seed was loaded a long time ago. If someone came out here and set the terrain, the loading mistake might have remained?

[Deer] - Good point, and Lie has had some long distance teleports

[Doc] Turns hir head a little to look down with one eye.

-There is ice surprisingly close-

[Doc] Whoah! - Xe pulls up a bit- That looks rather uninviting!

[Buff] Huh, rare biome. Look there's one of the new polar bears!

[Firebird] -startled peep at the word polar bear-

[AVulpix] Eagerly looks over the side of Doc to look at the snow-

[Deer] - Do you think CP chose someplace cold intentionally?  To keep Lie from going to far?

[Doc] I would hope there wasn't that much thought put into it. I forgive him for running if he just panicked. But bailing with purpose annoys me.

[Deer] - I guess we'll find out...

[Yaunfen] - Mada I's cold!

[Mix] -Shiver shiver-

[Doc] Both of you - Cuddle up in my mane, just wrap around my neck if you have too. But don't squeeze, okay?

[Deer] - Oh, is that what I'm feeling?  I've never actually been cold before...

-Just, increase temperature a bit by toasty nervous bird getting slightly warmer and nosing up to Mix-

[Doc] I'll go a bit faster, this is nasty terrain. My toes are freezing.

[Deer] - Yes please

-The view shifts to spruce trees and there's a bit of howling from a few wolves chasing a sheep below-

[Yaunfen] - Doggies!

[Doc] Wild doggies! You be careful of any you see without collars!

[Yaunfen] - Okay Mada!

[Deer] - How much farther?

[Doc] They should be right about... what the fuck? - Xe spirals down to the hill marking where the signatures are coming from. - Here?

[Deer] - Um, Love?  There's nothing here...

[Doc] Sniffs the air - They're here. I know they are.

[Deer] Thinks for a moment- You know...   Lie said that when CP first brought her in, her shelter was in the side of a hill...

[RVulpix] Has raced a small ways away from the group, nearly catatonic with fear, AVulpix goes over to try and comfort it-

[Doc] Then maybe we should look under it. Everyone scout around for a hidden entrance.

[Firebird] -Chirp before swooshing into the air to fly around in search-

[Doc] Snuffles around in the bushes-

[Yaunfen] - Mama I'm hungry

[Deer] - Okay, we'll eat some sugar cane while the others look

[Buff] Hey, I found a door! - He reaches for the inset iron door in the hillside and pulls it off it's hinges-

[Doc] Buff be careful with that!

-A scorching hot blast of fire comes out of the doorway engulfing Buff.  When the flame dies away it reveals a dark hallway and two very bright eyes at the end-

[Buff] Loses most of his shirt and now has a rather suprised expression - Ow.

[CP] Growls and there's a dull glow as he pulls out his sword.  He undoes the scarf from around it and lets the faintly glowing item fall to the ground-

[Buf] Um... - He backs off from the opening. - I think we found him-

[Deer] - Is there growling and a weapon?

[Buff] Yes.

[Doc] That would be Cp-

[CP] Sends another blast of fire at Buff-

[Buff] Just puts his arms up and tanks the blast- Hey!

[Doc] Cut it out Cp!

[CP] Lunges towards the opening, ready to impale anyone in his way-

[Doc] Jumps on top of the hill and holds a stone block out at head height in the doorway-

[CP] Spots it and halts his route, slowly backing up a little and spawning his pick to smash the block-

[Doc] Just drops the block on the ground- Cp! Snap out of it!

[CP] - Go away!

[Doc] We came to get you, dumb ass!

[CP] Flips Doc off and retreats farther down the hall-

[Doc] Jumps down and starts digging into the hillside like a dog- Cp come back here!

[CP] Vanishes from sight, going towards his mate, planning on teleporting again-

[Doc] Lie! I'm here! Catify him if you can!

-There is soon an angry yowl-

[Doc] Lie?

[Lie] Sleepily- I'm here

[Doc] Keeps digging into the hill- We came to rescue you!

[Lie] Laughs- I'm not sure how much rescuing I needed, it was more CP being panicked

[Doc] And continuing to be panicked I see. - Xe stops to pick up the scarf-

[Lie] Walks into view carrying CP who has his claws ready- Yeah...  I hope he didn't scorch you too badly?

[Doc] I'm not the one that got hit actually...

[Lie] - Who did?  Do I need to spawn any healing flowers?

[Buff] Strides up to her. He's shirtless and his skin is a bit red and irritated from the fire.   - I could use a new shirt, but it's not urgent.

-The Vulpix's come running in as well and crowd around Lie's feet-

[Lie] Is surprised by Buff's appearance- Well that probably didn't help...

[CP] Is adamantly hissing at Buff-

[Doc] I got lucky. This is my new NOTCH. Meet Buff.

[Lie] - Hello Buff, my name is Lie and the ball of hisses in my arms is my husband, CP

[Buff] I heard a bit about him on the way. He's a real fireball in person. Nice to meet you.

[Lie] - I see you took the brunt of my husbands fire, do you need any healing?

[Buff] Not sure.

[Doc] I've got some paste that works on burns, but it will probably make you colder.

[Buff] Eh, I'll live.

[Lie] - Alright.  Doc?  How far did my husband take us?

[Doc] Quite a ways. But I do have an idea to get us back quicker. A little shortcut.

[Lie] - What is it?

[Doc] We'll go through the subseed. It's a bit more difficult from out here, but I can do it.

[snake] -lazily and softly kazooing-

[Lie] - I'm guessing the one with the other NOTCH's?

[Firebird] -Drifts down, chorp chorping-

[Doc] We could use the other, but I don't want Buff to freak out TLOT's Testificates.

[Lie] - Good point, especially since the ones at home haven't met our Notch yet...

[Doc] Well they know about him at least - Xe pulls out a command block and logs into the other seed before making a hole. The turf is warm and green on the other side and the heat melts the snow all around the floating hole.

[Lie] - Anyone else come with you?

[Doc] Well yes. Come on guys, let's go.

[Buff] Shrugs and walks through the hole.

[Lie] Carries CP through-

[Deer] - There's the lost couple

[CP] Immediately tries to run away-

[Doc] Ushers Mix and Firebird through -

[Deer] Carries Yaunfen through-

[Lie] - CP!

[CP] Gets out of his wife's grasp and runs farther into the hole-

[Doc] Nabs Cp like a mouse and takes him into the portal before closing it. - Ah. Nice and warm.

[CP] Claws at Doc-

[Lie] Picked up her Vulpix's- Come on CP

[Doc] Ow, ow, ow.

[Buff] He is mad about something...

[Lie] - He's scared.  We almost lost him and Deer removing DN triggered his rare fear response

[Doc] Cp... Deerheart would never hurt you. What she did for me almost cost her her own existence. Flux saved her.

[CP] Bites Doc-

[Doc] OW!

[Buff] Notices the village- That's an odd looking Testificate village...

[Deer] - Because it's not Testificates

[Tsunami] Flies by overhead-

[Buff] Tracks the dragon with his eyes - Woooow. Wait, who are they then?

[Firebird] -Flaps around curiously-

[Mix] -Sleepily trudge along with group-

[Lie] - NOTCH's, like you

[Buff] NOTCH's like multiple?! How many Herobrine's are on this seed?!

[Deer] - None

[Buff] They're not violent, are they?

[Doc] They're refugees that fled their charges.

[Buff] Oh...

-There's a rustling and one of the AI's dart towards the village-

[Lie] - Many of them were seriously injured by their brines or other NOTCH's

[Buff] That's sad.

[Doc] It's why they're here. This place is a dragon sanctuary too.

[Yaunfen] - Crim come from here!

[Doc] Yep! We took a lot of abandoned eggs and cared for them until they hatched and released the babies here. The big dragon that just flew by is one of our surrogate parents that watch over them.

[NOTCHAI] Is coming towards them from the village-

[Doc] Hello! I'd wave but I'm trying to hold this cat down.

[NOTCHAI] - That is fine, have you brought us another refuge?

[Doc] No, this is Buff. He's my NOTCH. Just assigned a few days ago.

[Buff] a bit loudly and enthusiastic - HELLO!

[NOTCHAI] - Greetings, I'm the lead NOTCH here after our previous leader...  Disintegrated...

[CP] His ears flatten a little-

[Buff] He what?

[Doc] His code fell apart.... he'd been gravely injured and bed-ridden for some time.

[Firebird] *drift in lazy circles above them

[Lie] - He was also CP's father

[Buff] Oh... My condolences Cp. But I thought the Notch with the black hair was your father?

[Doc] Markus adopted him and Stevie.

[Lie] - Much to my husbands dismay at times

[Doc] Is petting Cp a little, trying to calm him.

[NOTCHAI] - Since we are on the subject, has he been able to read his father's journal?

[Doc] I don't know, I know he had it, so I presume so.

[CP] Sensing Doc is a bit distracted, tries biting again-

[Doc] OW! Stop it Cp! Do I need to make a carrier?

[Lie] - I'd carry him but the RVulpix is stressed...

[Doc] I know. I'm gonna carry you by your scruff if you don't stop it. So unless you want to be drooled on, chill out.

[CP] Hisses-

[Yaunfen] Rubs eyes sleepily-

[Doc] At the NOTCHAI - we were just cutting through to get from a far part of our seed. But do you need anything while we're here?

[NOTCHAI] - I do not think so.  the dragons have been respective of our space...  There are some large chunks of rock that we've been trying to figure out how to move, but other than that life has been peaceful

[Buff] Oh! I can help! Just show me where!

[NOTCHAI] Hesitates but does lead Buff over to where some large chunks of rock are- We want to build some storage sheds over here

[Buff] Eagarly starts grabbing the huge rocks and moving them as if they didn't weight anything-

[NOTCHAI] Is surprised by the display of strength-

[Doc] That's very helpful. Especially since my paws are full. Heh.

[Buff] No problem! - He's still shirtless and now has a fine sheen of sweat over his well developed chest.

[NOTCHAI] - Thank you, it is much appreciated

[Buff] Anytime!

[Doc] Okay, let's go home then. I can punt us out near the spawn from here.- Xe makes a hole with hir tail and watches as the others file through before standing on hir hind legs and easing through with Cp in hir paws, and closing it behind them-

-The portal drops them out near Doc's back doorstep-

[Doc] Much better-

[Firebird] -Swoosh around before zooming toward home-

[Deer] - Where should we put Snake?

[snake] gem is comeing

[Yaunfen] - We go bed now?

[gem] -flies over head the lands- hello

[Buff] Watches Gem interestedly. -Hello again!

[Doc] Soon Yaunfen.

[Lie] Puts the Vulpix's down- Here Doc, give CP to me

[snake] -hold his tinny arms of for gem to take him which she does-

[Doc] Are you sure? He's being rather squirmy.

[Lie] - Yes, I'll take him and work on calming him

[Doc] Just go inside and have some tea or something. Relax. Deerheart? You can put Yaunfen to bed if you want. They seem sleepy. I'll join you soon enough.

[gem] oh doc I have the drawing for the dragon form

[Deer] Picks up Yaunfen and carries them inside with Lie following-

[Doc] You're adamant huh? Okay.... it's gonna take me a while cause I'll have to build from scratch. Let's see what you drew.

[gem] -gives doc the drawing it's a little messy because she was working with dye blobs-

[Doc] Shrinks down to hir normal shape and looks over the details - okay... How big does this need to be? I mean it has to be a bit larger then you, but that's all.

[gem] yea I don't need it to big

[Doc] I'll get on it.

[Buff] Looks over hir shoulder - Neat dragon.

[Doc] I'm making it for her. She wants to have a dragon shape too.

[Buff] You can just do that?

[Lie] By the next morning she had managed to calm her husband enough for him to be human shaped. The two were laying in one of the spare beds in the castle, nestled close to each other-

[CP] - Lie... I'm sorry...

[Lie] - It's okay, you were scared, I understand

[CP] - Still, I let my fear get the better off me...

[CP] - I thought I could control it better...

[Lie] - CP, nobody blames you

[Lie] Nuzzles into her husband- Don't worry, I'm right here

[CP] - I know, and I probably wouldn't be if you weren't

[Lie] - But you are, and so am I, do please, stop worrying about it...

[CP] Huffs a little- I will try, for you

[Lie] - Thank you

-The vulpix's are tightly curled up next to Lie-

[Doc] Has saved food from breakfast and brings it to them, tapping lightly on the door.

[Lie] - Come in

[Doc] Comes in with the food  and sets it down - ah, you're human again, that's good. Good morning Lie, I'm glad you decided to stay over. It looks rather stormy out there anyway.

[Lie] - Yeah, I hope my animals are alright...

[Doc] Oh, don't worry about them. Markus and Stevie and even Cn have been tending to them.

[Lie] - Good, how's Deer?

[Doc] Getting her colors back thankfully. But Flux is still holding control of the server. She'll let go when Deerheart is fully recovered. Apparently deleting someone goes against her programming, so it was a really dangerous move on her part.

[Lie] - I see, makes me all the more glad that we convinced Flux to come with us.  So did we miss anything other than Buff arriving when CP decided to whisk me away?

[CP] Has been glaring at Doc this whole time-

[Doc] Same. I owe her so much... But just a lot of walking and flying to go get you. Cn is in a deep blue funk and Flux is stuck in your yard until she reliquishes control, but Markus built a little house around her to keep the rain off and everyone else is doing okay.

[Lie] - I wonder what we can do to help CN...

[CP] - Kick him out

[Lie] - No

[Doc] He's just a kid Cp. And he'll get over it eventully. He doesn't realize that Dn didn't care about him. He was just desperate for a friend.

[Lie] - I just wish he'd hang out with the kids in the village more

[Doc] Give it time. He's just clingy because he spent so much time out in the nothing between seeds. Who knows, he might bond with Markus or even Stevie a bit with them being more present the last few days.

[Lie] - True, I'm surprised he didn't try to follow you guys

[Doc] Markus told him to stay here and help. We had a big enough rescue party without him.

[Lie] - Well then I'm glad for that.  Actually CP and I should probably head back soon and check on everything

[Doc] Have some some food first at least.

[Lie] - Thank you- She grabs the plates with pancakes, sausage, and bacon

[Doc] Turns to Cp- What's the nasty glare for?

[CP] - Fuck off

[Doc] Oh, come on. Were you really intending to just hide in the tundra forever?

[CP] - Will it get us the fuck away from you?

[Doc] What did I do? Heck, I should be mad at you anyway. You ran away when I really needed you.

[CP] Growls a little-

[Lie] - CP stop it, you were being so calm and quiet just a little while ago...

[CP] Quietly- Shut up

[Doc] Look, I understand you got scared and wanted to protect Lie. That's why I'm not mad.

[CP] Growls-

[Doc] Tiny joking grr right back- Buff isn't mad that you fireballed him either. He'd probably like to hang out with you if you give him a chance.

[CP] - Fuck.  No.

[Doc] He's really nice. Helpful too.

[CP] - No

[Doc] Sigh- Well, Lie if you ever need help moving anything, let him know. I saw him pick up a rock the size of a small house and just walk away with it like it was nothing.

[Lie] Muffled words because mouth is full of food-

[Doc] I think his counter to me must be that he could pick me up as a dragon and probably throw me. It's weird.

[Lie] Swallows the food- Wow, that would be strong, I wonder if he could move Endrea at full size...

[Doc] That could be rather funny actually. I'm sure he's be up for the challenge. I showed him my little gym and his eyes just lit up like it was the best present ever.

[Lie] - And his thoughts on the punching bag?

[Doc] I think he'd like it just as much if it didn't bleed. He seems more interested in the weights.

[CP] - Probably using the wimpy ones

[Doc] Laughs- Why would you even say that? He's ridiculiously strong. And those were some rather bitter words Cp. You shouldn't feel like you need to show off for your wife.

[Lie] Leans back against CP- It's alright, he's still on edge

[Doc] I think someone needs a calming blossom... Wait! I have an idea! Lie can I have a blossom?

[Lie] - Sure- She spawns one and hands it to Doc

[Doc] Starts dumping things out of the creative and sets up a brewing stand before crumbling the flower into the funnel. It makes a slight perking noise as it bubbles and the smell of herbal tea fills the room.

[Lie] Sniffs the air- Mmmm, smells good

[CP] Leans away from the concoction

[Doc] Adds some sugar and pops the three bottles off the stand. Xe tips one to hir lips - Meh. It tastes okay. I prefer black tea to herbal but it does make me feel calm. - Has a placid expression.

[CP] - Keep that the fuck away from me

[Doc] But it smells good and technically your wife made it, so you know it's safe. Besides, it's not a tranquilzer or anything.

[Lie] Takes one and sips it- Not too bad

[Doc] Fans hirs so the scent goes towards Cp before taking another drink-

[CP] Is calming a little just from the smell alone-

-Outside the rain is pattering on the walls and there's a bit of happy whinnying and soft noises from the horses downstairs-

[Doc] Just know that everything is being taken care of, and you two are free to relax as much as you want. My home is yours too, as usual.

[Lie] - We know, thank you Doc

-After eating Lie and CP are making their way  home.  They are almost at the village when a very large shadow goes over them.  Endrea, at full size and very angry slams down in front of them-

[Endrea] - WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?

[CP] - Somewhere...

[Endrea] - WINSTON HAS BEEN HERE NEARLY DAILY TRYING TO GET TO YOU!

[Doc] Hears the noise from the spawn and slinks over to investigate.

[CP] - Why has he been coming?

[Endrea] - BECAUSE MOBS ARE STILL BEING ATTACKED!

[Doc] Accidently vocalizing - Oh shit!

[Lie] - Endrea, what do we need to do?

[Endrea] - One of you will need to go to the server, depending on if we want the NOTCH to know if the Master is still alive or not...

[CP] - No, Lie will not be putting herself in such danger

[Doc] Waves a hand to get her attention - My offer is still good if you guys are game. I don't want to see you lose all your mobs that trust you.

[CP] - Shit shit shit...  Endrea, do you know when Winston will be back?

[Endrea] - Soon

[CP] Darts off towards his and Lie's home-

[Lie] - CP...  Doc I don't think he really heard you...  When he gets focused...  Well, that's all he can focus on

[Doc] Well I don't want him going! Or you either! - runs after Cp - CP!

[Endrea] Offers Lie a lift and they end up getting there at about the same time as CP-

[CP] Slams open the side door to the workshop and rushes inside-

[Doc] Darts in as well and grabs his shirttail - CP STOP!

[CP] Shoves Doc away, waiting for the portal to open- I'm not going anywhere right now!  I'm waiting for Winston to arrive!

[Doc] Oh. Okay. - Stands near him.

[Lie] Enters- CP...

-There's a crackling as Winston opens the portal and steps through- Master, there you are

[CP] - Winston, what did you need me for.  Endrea said more mobs were being attacked?

[Winston] - Not just mobs...  Sir, we've lost Zacharia

[Doc] I'm so sorry Winston... how many are left?

[Winston] - The rest of the generals, but they need you Master, well, you or the Mistress

[Doc] Need him to what? You guys don't stand a chance against this NOTCH. We need to evacuate whoever is left before they get deleted!

[CP] - No, a sudden movement of the mobs to another seed would raise his suspicions and cause him to search for them...  And that's far to close to this seed for my comfort

[Doc] He can't come in Cp. I told you. Do you still not trust me?

[CP] - I will not put my wife's home in danger!  You've seen how he was capable of deleting all my code, what makes you think he couldn't do something to the firewall?

[Doc] Because I have his unique identifier blocked? You can thank Jeb and Markus for that. Apparently what he's done to you and doing your mobs got their attention. They call him Harvestman and they are watching him closely. It's serious enough that they changed some of the NOTCH generation protocols because of it. Buff is far more aware of what he really is then any NOTCH AI we've encountered yet.

[CP] His fists clench tightly- I won't risk it

[Doc] I can evacuate them somewhere else? There probably aren't that many left Cp. I can take some spawn eggs and replace them so it's not so obvious too.

[CP] Is pacing nervously- That won't work...

[Lie] - CP, what do we do?

[CP] - I'll have to go over there, give more precise orders...  Draw his attention away from them

[Lie] - You will not!

[Doc] Don't do it Cp.... please.

[Lie] - I hate to say it, but it's probably safer for me to go.  I don't think Harvestman has noticed me yet...

[Doc] It's not safer Lie. You stick out. And there's no way to regrow you if he...

[Lie] - It would be quick, just to get things in motion.  I'd also have Endrea with me

[Doc] Then I'm going with you.

[CP] - No, more than one brine would draw too much attention

[Doc] What are you going to tell them?! They're already hiding! They're dying out there because you won't let me help you!

[CP] - My mobs are used to killing, I cannot guarantee the safety of anyone here if they were to be here!

[Doc] Yeah, but we're on respawn! I won't stand by and watch them be picked off like silverfish because you won't help them!

[CP] Scowls and storms off-

[Lie] - Winston, how much time do we have?

[Winston] - Before our numbers are critical?  A few weeks at the most...  We no longer have control of the zombies since Zacharia was taken out

[Doc] Control is not an issue. Mobs are mobs! The ones here run wild and kill too. It's no different.

[Lie] - Yes but I think CP prides himself on having control of his mobs

[Doc] That's not the point, I don't expect him to be able to guarntee anyone's safety! Having his mobs here would be no different then the wild ones we already have. He acts like this is a peaceful seed. It's not. Hell, ask Steffan if you don't believe me!

[Lie] - Doc, he doesn't want to put me in a state of panick remembering what his mobs did to me...  To the other humans!

[Doc] If that was the case, it would have happened already Lie. There is no shortage of mobs here.

[Lie] Sighs- Winston, please try to organize the mobs into a safe position where they can best defend themselves.  As soon as CP or I come up with a plan we'll get to you

[Winston] - Yes Mistress

[Doc] I hate this plan.

[Lie] - I know...  But right now we need to get another pixel from CP

[Doc] Narrows hir eyes at Cp- I want a heart this time.

[CP] - What?

[Winston] Retreats and closes the portal-

[Doc] You heard me. A bigger piece would mean less time regrowing.

[CP] - Fuck no, one pixel is fucking enough!

[Doc] Do you want to be a kitten again when Lie might be in danger and need you?

[CP] - You know damn well I will not allow harm to come to her!

[Doc] You wouldn't have a choice, it took you a full four days to get your memory and adult form back. That would be more then enough time for Lie to be captured and killed.

[CP] - She won't be anywhere near him when we fight him!

[Doc] Gives Cp a hard stare. - I'm not letting this go.

[CP] - Well too fucking bad because this conversation is over!

[Doc] Leaps at him with a determined scowl, transforming in the small space and knocking him over with hir paws. Xe roars Endrea's name-

[Endrea] Sticks head near door- Yes?

[Doc] I need you to hold Cp down.

[Endrea] - He'll have to come outside, and even then I'm not certain I could

[Doc] sighs- Nevermind then... Cp.... you understand I'm trying to help, don't you?

[CP] - Fuck off you fucking asshole!

[Doc] I see.... This is going to hurt. I'm sorry.

[CP] - Don't you fucking dare!

[Doc] Curls around him tightly and lays hir head over half of his body so hir chin is at his waist and arms are pinned at his sides-

[CP] Sets himself on fire-

[Doc] Ignores the flames- It will hurt more if I can't see what I'm doing.

[CP] - FUCK YOU GET OFF!

[Doc] Puts a paw over his heart cluster and lets hir claws phase into his chest.

[CP] Tries to squirm away-

[Doc] Hir claws brush the redstone heart as xe chooses one at the edge of the cluster and carefully nips it away, melting the connections so he doesn't bleed. The heart slips into hir inventory as xe withdraws.

[CP] Jerks as the pain goes through him and starts curling up from the residual pain-

[Lie] - CP...

[Doc] Is murmuring gentle words and tosses a healing potion up a little to let it splash onto him-

[CP] - I fucking hate you...

[Doc] But I don't hate you. Lucky for you I'd say.

[CP] Growls-

[Lie] - Doc, if you move away then I'll tend to him

[Doc] If I let go he'll attack me...

[Lie] - He won't, I promise

[Doc] If you say so... - Doc transforms and steps back quickly- Can I have that locket Lie?

[Lie] Passes the locket over as she kneels next to CP and puts a gentle hand on his head-

[Doc] Thank you. - Xe kneels down nearby as well and pulls the precious heart from hir inventory.

[Lie] Is keeping CP calm-

[CP] His breathing is a bit labored-

[Doc] Fits the heart into the locket and slips it over Lie's head. - He'll be okay. I intentionally didn't make a hole to take it out so he'd heal quicker.

[Lie] - Thank you

[Doc] Sorry Cp. If it makes you feel any better I've done the same to myself more then once before. I know it hurts.

[CP] Barely manages to flip Doc off-

[Doc] fondly - Ah, he's recovering already.

[Lie] Can't stop a small laugh-

[Doc] Pat's Cp's head-

[Mb] Sticks his head in the back door and Celine runs awkwardly in with a bit of squeaking - Is Cp back to normal yet..? Aw fuck...

[Lie] - Hello MB

[Mb] Dammit Cp! I want to fight! You're always sick lately. Fucker.

[CP] - FUCK YOU!  I JUST HAD FORCED REMOVAL OF ORGANS!

[Celine] Scampers onto Cp's lap and wags her tail-

[Mb] Suuure.

[Lie] - He did, he just had a heart removed

[Mb] Looks around for enemies and only spots Doc. His eyes narrow suspiciously.

[Doc] It was nessesary-

[Mb] Fucker.

[Lie] - MB I promise you, you'll be able to fight in a few days

[Celine] Licks Lie's fingers in hopes of a treat-

[Mb] Snorts - I hope so.

[Lie] Rubs Celines head and pulls out a bit of dragonwort-

[Celine] Nibbles on it and makes a face- Pfft! - She loses her grip a little bit and accidently squeezes Cp's thigh with her claws.

[Mb] Saunters in -She likes meat, duh. That hooked beak isn't for eating grass.