#it might take me a day or two to hike down to Van...
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Tattoos & Bruises
Chapter 7
Notes.... a little under the weather at the moment - again. So might be taking a little break. Struggling a bit with my health and therapy. But let's see how the week ahead goes. 🖤😊
Hope everyone is still enjoying.
Warnings: pain, violence, fear
After dinner you went and changed into your swimming gear, walking past the mirror to grab your tracksuit you stop and stare at yourself in shock. “Fuck it woman… I can’t tell where my tattoos start and your marks end!” Turning your body a bit you see yourself covered in hickies.
You heard her giggle as you walked back into the kitchen. “You are an animal, Larissa Weems!” You walked by her and slap her ass. “Going swimming see you in a bit.” Once downstairs you decided that getting in a few laps wouldn’t be the world’s worst idea, you had sometime to spare anyway. After about half an hour of practice you hopped out the pool and headed down towards the private entertainment area where you were meeting Pam.
“Jesus woman, do you see what you look like? Were you fucked by a cougar or something?” Pam lets out a puff of cigarette smoke and you laugh sitting down next to her, taking her smoke, and having a drag. “Well, that depends on how you wish to look at it, but trust me, so very much worth every hour!” You showed her what she was making permanent. “Are you sure you want this? This is as good as putting her name on your body!” Nodding your head taking a shot of tequila that Pam had brought and lighting your own smoke. “Don’t stress my friend, just tattoo it, it doesn’t matter what happens between us, that bite mark is a part of my story… apart of this new adventure, and its one that I would like to add to all the others I have.” As Pam started setting up you poured the next two shots. “Hopefully I get to meet the woman who has finally got you out of your damn cave! It’s been forever since you have let someone in babe.” You took your place in front of your friend and smiled as she began her work. “Maybe one day, let’s first just see how things go, you know this isn’t easy for me. Not after Van.”
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The second week came and went a lot quicker than you had hoped for. Your students had the time of their lives, it was a great experience for everyone. Learning how each student functions on a more personal level, letting them get to know you more also seemed to gain their trust a little more. Some days Larissa would spend the day with you all, watch how you work and how the students work with you. Other days she would go and enjoy some of the other activities that the lodge offered, going on hikes or spending the day at the spa. In the evenings more personal time was spent with the students, sitting out bonfires telling stories, laughing and joking. It was something you began you cherish a great deal. You had never allowed yourself to get close to people or them to you for that matter in years. Once the students would head off to bed, back at the comfort of your private cabin, you and Larissa spent hours exploring each other’s bodies and minds, yet you always made sure that your new addition was well concealed, you didn’t want her seeing the tattoo just yet.
Curling up in her arms had become such a natural habit that you had no idea how you would cope once things had to return to normal when getting back to the school. Having her be the last thing your saw before closing your eyes and the things when opening them became a comfort, being close to her had changed you in so many ways. You felt how she softened you, for the first time in years you were able to close your eyes at night and not worry about the nightmares that once used to plague your mind.
On the final day of the camp, you decided it was a day for the students to be able to relax and enjoy some down time before having to head back to school. They had been training so hard the past week, a day in the pool with some music and good food. The teens were screaming and messing around while you and Larissa walked outside with some snacks. Just as you had placed them down you were being pulled towards the pool and pushed in. You came up to everyone giggling including Larissa. You tied your hair up and removed your shirt. Huddling all the kids together to devise a plan... you decided that everyone would have to be involved to get the last person in the pool. “Ms Ives don’t you dare! I will give each of them detention!” You all got out the pool, stalking towards her. “Punish the children? Oh, you wouldn’t dare Ma’am.” Her eyes squinted as she caught your game. With everyone’s help Larissa went flying into the water, but with one last stretch she grabs you and takes you in with her.
The students all jumps in, having a good laugh as their Principal gives a pout. Laughs are interrupted by Enid’s high pitched squeal “MS UMTAMED GOT A NEW TATTOO! It’s a bit of an odd one… but I like it.” Larissa turns you around to see, and there, in the curve of your neck, her first bite, her very first mark on your skin has been set in ink. You turn back, and with a quick wink and a smile “Welcome to my domain” you shout attack, and everyone goes into a frenzy, kicking and splashing water at their Principal.
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Being back at the school was bittersweet. Having you own space back was the same. Being able to have your music blaring and being able to leave every door open was most refreshing. But the nights had become lonely, you had become used to having someone share the same bed as you, having someone hold you close in your sleep, and having the same arms wrapped around you as the sun would rise. But being back mean things had to go back to normal as much as possible.
Giggles and talking brought you back to reality. Looking up as your class come walking down to the pier had you smiling. For the first time it felt as if your life was starting to work out. A feeling you certainly never thought you would have. You had the most amazing job, students that filled your heart with so much warmth and a woman so amazing, that you couldn’t even have conjured up in your wildest dreams. Everything was perfect, for once in your life you were truly happy.
“Alright everyone. Tracksuits off and let’s start with some light warmups. I want those muscles warm and relaxed before today’s lesson. So, make sure you do it properly, cramping will not be an excuse to sit out today.” The buzzing of your phone pulls you away from the students for a moment as they start stretching out. Quickly having a look, you see it’s a number that you don’t know, you don’t normally bother with unknown numbers, so you weren’t sure why you decided to check it today, opening up the message, your heart begins to race, and your throat turns dry.
GOT TO SEE PAM YESTERDAY. TELLS ME THAT IT SEEMS YOU HAVE MET SOMEONE. TRYING TO REPLACE ME ARE YOU KITTEN? DON’T FORGET WHO YOU BELONG TO. THOUGHT YOU COULD RUN AWAY DIDN’T YOU? HOW KIND OF PAM TO PASS YOUR NUMBER ON. I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR A LONG TIME KITTEN.
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Why the hell would Pam tell her? Stupid woman! Pam knew what the situation was, she knew what you went through in that house. You ignored the message, trying to turn your focus back to your students.
“Alright everyone. Let’s get in and we can start with a few strokes of butterfly.”
Your phone buzzes again
YOU KNOW VERY WELL THAT I DON’T LIKE TO BE IGNORED KITTEN. MAYBE I NEED TO COME AND SEE YOU. I HEARD YOU ARE AT A FANCY SCHOOL NOW.
“Enid, can you carry on running the training today?” You turn to walk away but stop. “In actual fact no… training is cancelled for this afternoon. Go…do whatever it is you guys do. Don’t let me find out you stayed here or that you caused trouble!” Storming off staring at your phone. This can’t be happening; you don’t need this in your life. You had hoped that after all this time she would have just let you be.
Where is she going? It’s not like her to leave her students unattended…you know things have been a bit difficult since you got back to school, but surely, she would have said something if there was an issue? Watching her run up her stairs you wait. She will come through your doors soon. But those doors never opened… where the hell is she? You try and call, but no answer. You texted her, but no response. No need to panic you tell yourself, later tonight you will go to her. You will find out what’s going on.
KITTEN?
YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT UPSETS ME KNOW YOU DON’T REPLY!
YOU’RE TESTING ME KITTEN, AND YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DO THAT! IT’S A NICE SCHOOL KITTEN, I WILL COME BY SOMETIME, WE CAN TALK THEN.
Your mind racing, your heart pounding. You throw your phone to the floor. No caring if it smashes, hoping it does. Punching the wall, you pace the room. “You see Satine, this is why you don’t settle down. This is why you don’t move on. This is why you don’t go out and find someone new!” Punching the wall again, this time your knuckles split open. You groan as the pain shoots through your hand.
Your phone keeps on buzzing, staring at the phone you start to feel dizzy. You will just have to leave. You will pack what you can, send for the rest later… you can leave Larissa a letter… yes because that what she deserves! A fucking letter… you can’t let her get caught up in this…. She deserves more than this, more than you, better than you.
You rest your head against the wall. Screaming you start punching the wall again and again and again. With each punch your knuckles split more and more. You know she is out there; you can feel her eyes on you, you can feel her displeasure grow as you leave her messages unanswered. Why was she hiding in the shadows? If she has spent all this time looking for you, then why doesn’t she just come in, take what she wants like she always did.
NOW NOW KITTEN, DON’T DAMAGE THOSE PRETTY LITTLE HANDS.
Glancing over and seeing that texted finished you. You grabbed the phone from the floor and decided it was time to respond. No more running, if she wants this, she can come and get it.
STOP HIDING! IF YOU KNOW WHERE I AM, COME AND GET ME!
You waited but nothing came. Putting your phone down you headed to the kitchen to get an ice pack. Only to bolt back to the lounge when you hear your phone again. Two messages come through at the same time. One from Vanessa and one from Larissa.
SOME HAS GOTTEN BRAVE. SPEAKING TO ME LIKE THAT. ALL IN DUE TIME KITTEN. GET THOSE HANDS HEALED FIRST. SEE YOU SOON MY KITTEN.
You looked at your hands…. what a mess. Your knuckles were busted, bleeding badly and swelling. With a nervous sigh you opened Larissa’s message.
SATINE IVES YOU ARE PUSHING ME OVER THE EDGE RIGHT NOW, AND NOT IN ANY FUN WAY. IF YOU ARE NOT IN MY OFFICE WITHIN THE HOUR, I AM COMING TO YOU.
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Who is your current muse, and who is their faceclaim/what do they look like? What is one item that you associate without fail to them? What is their favourite colour? Is there a song you associate with them? If not, what quote fits the best for them? What do they like doing in their spare time? How much spare time do they get? What one fact do you love about them, but might not have had the chance to share yet?
My current muse is Andrea "Andy" Pereira, an OC from the Parks & Rec fandom who is in a queerplatonic relationship with another one of my creations Stephen Sebastian Knope-Wyatt. (I know technically he's canonised as of the farewell season, but due to my interpretations and heavy cultivation of a personality and life-story for him, I consider him oc-status. If you will... a #Schrödinger'sOC, as I've come to dub these types of characters.)
Andy doesn't have a face claim currently, but she does have a pinterest board which includes a general visage close to the one I hold in my head. In terms of visuals, the closet I have come to finding an fc is Sophia Black-D'elia (image at bottom), but I'm not completely sold on her. For now, Andrea remains officially face-claim-less.
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Several items make me think of her, such as big hiking backpacks or converse shoes paired with flannel, but I think the most 'Andy' object would be those white, tin mugs you take on camping trips for your morning coffee. Her favourite thing? Opening up the back of her offroading vehicle and screwing on the gas canister for her little JetBoil stove to make coffee at 5:30 am just so she can watch the sun rise with a hot drink in her hand. She started doing this long before she met Stephen, long before she even left South America.
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Andy's favourite colour is the kind of orange you only see in a mountain sunset, somewhere where the air is so clear you cannot smell the industrialisation anymore. Somewhere where the water runs crystalline blue and the birds cross the sky without a flap in their wings, the smoothest soar. A place where no one knows; a sunset no one else will ever see. An orange so vibrant, it's fire without the burn. An orange she would never have seen in the smoggy, polluted city she grew up in.
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Two songs I associate with Andy:
Some Italian Mountain - Sophie May
And I hate to admit it
But I can't wait till October when
I'm allowed to escape him
And move my life to some Italian mountain
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Traffic in the Sky - Jack Johnson
It's enough to make me cry
But that don't seem like it would make it feel better
The answers could be found, we could learn from diggin' down
But no one ever seems to be diggin'
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In her spare time, she loves kicking back with a good book. While a solid majority of the time, you can find her pushing the boundary of human-recognised lands, she isn't above every now and again recollecting herself with a sit in and a good book, especially if she and Stephen find a good place to park their van on some West Coast desert land. Oh, with the sun shining down just right... after whipping out the camp stove to make a little noontime meal... She'll set up her canvas chair, take out her current read, and while away the rest of the daylight hours getting lost in the words.
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Due to the nature of her living situation right now (aka: she lives a nomadic life in a van), she has a lot more spare time than most people do these days. That being said, she still has a job to ensure that she can afford this lifestyle. She (very strictly, might I add) makes sure her work doesn't go past 5pm, as she is very conscience of the line between "work" and "rest", guarding her free time with her life. Andy believes there is more to life than work. She believes, first and foremost, in experiences and living.
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Not particularly a fact I love about them (although it's not like I hate the fact lolol) but a fact I'm proud of creating for her is about her origin town as it weaves its way into who her character is currently. She was raised on the cusp of poverty in a city where the streets were dingy and the air a polluted, breathing hazard. Growing up, she hated it and would often spend her afternoons picking up trash along the sidewalks of her neighbourhood. As soon as she was able to, Andy left home for wider, cleaner pastures (so to speak). She saved up money in a piggybank all her teen years to backpack in the Andes, which wasn't enough by far but that didn't stop her; with an old rucksack, a sleeping bag given to her by one of the climbers she met passing through her town one day, and plastic baggies of food and safety equipment and toiletries, she set off. The people she met along the trail, some of them became her friends, and one of them... became her best friend: Stephen Sebastian Knope-Wyatt. That was the first time he helped her out of a jam (after all, she was ill-prepared for backpacking despite her best efforts), and since, they've been helping each other since.
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*Closest FC I've found for her: Sophia Black-D'elia
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BTHB 2023 - Fill 10 - Near-Death Experience
The ending to this one possessed me and wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it. The Andrew mentioned belongs to @brinkofdiscovery!
TWs: car accident, near death experience, panic attacks
The early, early morning was crisp, the winter chill having set in only a few nights before. Snow still dotted the downtown sidewalks where the sun hadn't touched yet, and Bastian's bicep brushed up against Mariano's shoulder with every step they took. "So this place doesn't suck?" Bastian asked, one sparkling eyebrow raised.
"No. Andrew is...interesting, but I can't imagine his taste in breakfast is any worse than ours." Mariano said, as dry as ever.
"Isn't that the twink from work who's into you?" Bastian asked after a moment of silence, looking fully at Mariano now. "The one with red hair? Glasses? One of the two adults there?" He was pretty sure Mariano had mentioned him before.
Mariano thought for a moment, the crunch of their shoes in the snow filling the quiet, pre-dawn air. "He's not a twink." He finally said, as though that had been the crux of the question. "I think people would call him a twunk, if anything."
"Mariano."
"Yes, yes, that's the Andrew." Mariano said, finally cracking a small grin. "And we don't know if he's into me. He might just be nervous sometimes. It's not like he's a prospect anyway, while I'm his manager."
"For you." Bastian grinned, even as Mariano elbowed him. "What? If we happen to meet on a hookup app then you working with him won't stop me from taking my shot." They paused as they approached a curb and Bastian pressed the crosswalk signal button. "I don't have to worry about the ethics of you being his boss, because he'll be too busy thinking about me."
The crosswalk sign ahead of them changed, the little "walk" signal flashing. Together they stepped off onto the street. "Careful," Mariano murmured, putting more focus into each step. "It doesn't look like they've salted these roads yet."
Bastian shrugged, casually offering Mariano an elbow to steady himself with. "That's why I keep telling you to ditch those dumb tennis shoes. Just get some boots--you like to hike, it's not like they'll go to waste."
"I know that," Mariano said with a grimace, one hand reaching for Bastian's arm as his shoe hit another patch of ice. "But you've seen the price of leather these days. I need to make sure I get something I'll want to wear until I die."
"C'mon," Bastian rolled his eyes as they stepped onto the sidewalk. "Just let me get you a pair and stop being stupid about shit. You know--"
The roar of an engine cut through their conversation. A tall, souped-up van, complete with a kayak on top, raced down the road behind them. They glanced back as the engine revved, the reflection of what had to be the stalest green light in the city lighting up the snow and ice. It was going way too fast.
The light turned yellow. The brake lights painted the snow behind the van crimson. It kept hurtling forward.
Bastian and Mariano barely had time to turn before Bastian realized that it was starting to skid towards them. It wasn't going to stop. There was no way it was going to stop.
Time seemed to slow down as Bastian tried to scramble backwards, his own boots betraying him. He slipped after only a step or two, his feet disappearing out from beneath him as he fell towards the otherwise empty street. The van hit the curb with a bang and tipped, still hurtling towards Mariano roof-first.
He hadn't moved.
Bastian's eyes slammed shut as he hit the ground and slid. The screech of metal-against-concrete ended with a sickening clatter-crash. Silence swallowed everything up again.
Dazed, it took Bastian a second to get his eyes open again. The van lay still, wheels still spinning and headlights still on. The engine cut off. Sitting up, Bastian saw the driver trying to right themself. The top edge of the passenger side had sliced into the brick wall.
He didn't see Mariano.
Staggering to his feet, Bastian lurched towards the accident as the lights inside nearby apartment buildings began to flick on. "Mariano?" Bastian called, voice shaking. "Hey...Mariano?"
There was no answer.
Bastian fell forwards, catching himself on the brick wall that had been hit. Where was Mariano? He met eyes with the driver, whose face went ghost-white as they realized they were only looking at one person. Their hand rose to their face as they crouched on the driver's side window, covering their mouth.
"No." Bastian started, his knees giving out. He saw the crushed remains of the kayak smashed up against the brick, right where Mariano's waist would have been. He could smell blood. "No. No!"
Falling to his elbows, Bastian grit his teeth in a snarl. They had just been walking to breakfast. Mariano had just been there. He was just there. His head spun, pulling him fully down onto the icy pavement. Mariano had just been right next to him.
A tiny, shuddering exhale made Bastian's eyes snap up.
Silver met unseeing black. Right there, in the tiniest alcove that Bastian had ever seen, with his arms still over his head, was Mariano. He was pinned between the building and the van and the kayak. His jacket had been caught by the splintering fiberglass, leaving him dangling less than a quarter inch off the pavement. The ends of his hair had gotten tangled up in it too, draping around an ashen face that seemed frozen in shock.
Mariano's eyes wandered over Bastian with the same silent wonder.
"H...hey." Bastian said, as people began hurrying out. Someone was shouting to call emergency services.
"...Hey." Mariano said, his voice distant and even. Bastian saw him cautiously examining his chest then stomach, as though he couldn't believe what he was feeling.
Bastian carefully reached one hand out. He could smell blood. "Did...are...are you okay?" He didn't want to believe someone could be so lucky.
Mariano was just barely able to reach far enough to reach Bastian. He was shaking like a leaf. "Yeah. Yeah...I'm..." He started, holding onto Bastian with a trembling smile. "I think I just scraped my knee. When the...when the boat caught me."
Bastian squeezed Mariano's hand as he started laughing, covering his face with his free hand. "I..." Mariano covered his eyes, pushing his glasses up to his forehead. "I think I should call out today."
"Yeah," Bastian said, squeezing his hand back. Mariano's breathing had picked up, sharp and shallow, his laughter sounding more hysterical. "Yeah, I think that'd be good. Just...y'know, hang in there. They'll have you out soon."
Mariano's laughter redoubled, hiding his face as whatever was happening in his head gripped him. Nothing seemed like it would get him to let go of Bastian. Even when the emergency workers arrived, rushing in and asking questions, Mariano never let go.
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a night for mischief
The Ghoulies finally find a way to get back at the Serpents, and that's by having their fun with their precious Serpent Queen.
Countdown to Halloween - 2 Days Until Halloween!
pairing: betty cooper/malachai/ghoulies
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Picking up the Serpent Slut from a Northside party is easy enough when half the party is drunk and the other half is high off of jingle jangle, including the prissy princess herself, much to Malachai's delight. She's so out of it that she doesn't even scream when two Ghoulies snag her from the side yard and hustle her into the back of the van, but he rips open another stick and pours it into her mouth just in case she catches a second wind on the drive back.
He also decides he digs the slutty schoolgirl getup enough to let it stay on for now, although he cuts her panties off before they make it back into the Ghoulie den so there's less standing in his way when he finally gets her in front of the cameras. He'd thought about keeping Jones in the room for a live performance, but putting on a show for the dark web means they'll get taunt Jones and get a payday while doing it. Two birds, one stone.
Sounds like a pretty fucking great Halloween to him.
"Bring me the main camera," Malachai orders as one of the Ghoulies deposits a limp, half-conscious Betty onto the bed. There are two more cameras on tripods pointed at her from either side, and in one corner of the room, another Ghoulie is bent over a laptop to keep an eye on the stream. "And send one of the girls down to gives Jones some company," Malachai adds, flashing his teeth in a grin as he points the camera right between the Serpent Slut's creamy, sprawled open legs. "He might get a little excited watching his girl become a budding star tonight, and he's a little too tied up to take care of himself."
Snickers break out around the room, and Malachai licks his lips as he signals his guy to start, Betty's dazed face filling the screen.
"Happy Halloween to all of the sluts out there, but especially this one right here," he says into the mic as he zooms in on Betty's lips, parted in a pout, her cheeks flushed and her eyes half-lidded from the high of the jingle jangle. Her skewed ponytail and rumpled clothes already give her the image of a girl who's freshly fucked, and Malachai decides he likes the irony of it considering what's about to happen. "A little birdy told me her boyfriend hasn't learned how to make her come yet, and isn't that a damn shame? The lady deserves a good ride, so we're going to ride her all night long. Let's hope her boy toy is somewhere watching this and taking notes."
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Betty keens out as she feels her pussy beginning to spasm again, still impossibly aroused despite how many time she's come, still feeling as tight as when they first started despite how many Ghoulie cocks have been inside of her by now. She knows they feel it, too, because they always grunt with the effort of bottoming out, saying how snug a fit she is as someone aims the camera at her cunt clamped tight around their cock as if to prove it each and every time.
She doesn't know if it's because of how much she'd had to drink before they'd grabbed her, or the extra dose of jingle jangle they'd poured down her throat, but Betty has never felt arousal quite like this before, has never felt so turned out that her body is humming for more despite how wrung out from pleasure she feels each time they push her past that peak. It's as if all she's capable of doing and feeling is pleasure, and the Ghoulies seem intent on giving her just that, as many times as possible, relishing in the tears of ecstasy that roll down her cheeks and the way her body writhes enticingly for the cameras every time her orgasm crashes over her.
"Oh fuck, she's squeezing the shit out of me," the Ghoulie in her grunts as he hikes her leg up higher, her tits bouncing from the force of his thrusts as he fucks her from behind. Betty catches sight of the camera pointed right at her, hears the pings of the chat as messages continue flooding in as steadily as they have all night, and the humiliation flooding her stomach only makes her come harder as her cries climb in octave, squirming in a useless attempt to find reprieve from his bruising thrusts.
"Someone wants to see her squirt again," a Ghoulie calls out, and Betty feels her stomach drop as she hears the telltale click of the vibrator being switched back on, humming filling the air as the camera slinks in closer. She whimpers in protest, but all she can do is take it as the toy is being pressed tightly against her oversensitive bundle of nerves as the Ghoulie fucking her begins spurting ribbons of cum.
Betty shrieks, body thrashing, and tight swirls of the vibe has her coming yet again, her arousal bursting out of her in hot streams that no doubt splash the camera with how close it is, but the Ghoulie doesn't dare move, taking in every squirt and spasm of her cunt as the Ghoulie empties his cum in thick ropes that drip all over the inside of her thighs when he finally pops himself free.
More hands are on her, flipping her onto her back and pressing her legs to the bed as the vibe continues being dragged across her orgasming pussy, making Betty sob from the pure pleasure being forced on her as her clenching pussy pushes more and more cum out and onto the rumpled bedsheet.
She comes again, gasping, trying to push the torturous toy away, but all it does is earn a round of laughter from the room.
"You cry so pretty for us," Malachai taunts, his hand wiping her tears away almost affectionately as he lays himself out beside her writhing body, head propped up on his elbow as he flashes a grin down at her. "But you've been such a good pleasure doll, I'll let you beg me to fuck your ass so you can give your slutty pussy and poor clit a break."
Betty feels her chest squeeze, wanting to reject the thought entirely. They've already had their fun with toys in her ass, even fucking her with an assortment of small, vibrating toys until she'd come from that alone, but she's felt what their cocks are like. Every single one of them would be too big and too long for her ass, but especially Malachai.
But then someone notches the vibrations up higher, making her keen out as her eyes practically roll back, and she finds herself breaking within seconds.
"Please," she sobs, grabbing onto Malachai's arm as a wave of white-hot pleasure shudders through her, her clit aching from the unrelenting hum of the toy. "Please, please fuck my ass instead, I can't... I can't take it - ah! AH!"
Malachai grabs the vibe from the Ghoulie holding it, gliding it down and pressing it into her twitching entrance, more cum and slickness flooding out from her before he slides it back up and presses it against her aching bud. "Popping an anal cherry is sacred to us, you know," he says, and Betty sobs as the vibrations shudder through her. "If you give us your ass, it's ours, and so are you."
Betty already feels herself coming again, the pleasure borderline painful as it bursts through her, and she shakes her head from side to side.
"Fuck me! Fuck - ohhh, oh!" she shrieks, back arching off of the bed. "F-fuck my ass instead just, ah, make it stop, please, please make it stop."
Malachai chuckles, drawing the toy away, and Betty's entire body sags in relief as she practically melts onto the bed. "Atta girl," he chuckles, tossing the vibe aside, and Betty barely has the energy to move on her own as he slips her onto her hands and knees. He motions for one of his Ghoulies to hand him something, and Betty is barely coherent enough to recognize the sound of her blouse being cut away until she sees the rumpled, soiled fabric being tossed over the side of the bed. "Much better," he says, flipping her skirt up as one of the Ghoulies brings the camera close to her ass, and she jumps when Malachai smacks his hand across the creamy flesh. "You're so wet, you won't even need lube."
Betty mewls, glancing over her shoulder at the sight of him towering behind her, even while on his knees. She can feel his cock bobbing against her thigh, and she hates that the little bit of friction is all it takes for her body to start tingling all over again. She shouldn't be turned on by this at all, and she's terrified to think of what that will mean for her after all of this ends.
If it'll ever end.
As if hearing her thoughts, Malachai grins wickedly, stretching her out inch by inch as he sinks his cock into her. Despite the tightness, he slides in with relative ease, Betty's eyes fluttering as she feels him filling her too quickly. Already, it's too much, pushing her breath from her lungs as he bottoms out with a grunt.
"Good luck coming from any cock that isn't a Ghoulie cock," he murmurs into her ear, grabbing her hips as he eases himself out and then slams himself back in, making her stutter out a moan. "What I said for the cameras about taking your ass was just for show, but when you come crawling back all on your own, begging for us to make you come the way Jones never could, it'll be even sweeter."
Then he draws back, tightening his grip on her hips as he starts fucking her without abandon, and Betty lets out a soft sob of pleasure as she feels her arousal climbing with every thrust. Even her clit betrays her as it tingles from the delicious friction of him inside of her, and when she lets out a tortured moan, every Ghoulie in the room laughs as if they know it isn't just for the camera.
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10-08-2023
Yesterday, I spent the morning in Kaikōura, and joined a fellow Dutchie on a boat tour to spot albatross! These majestic birds hold the record for the largest wingspan of any flying bird on earth, even beating the condor. The ones we saw maxed out at about 3 meters, and they were a spectacular sight to see. They make a lot more sounds than I had expected, and boy are they fun :) The skipper had a batch of food that she could toss into the water to attract the birds, and they were clearly familiar with the process, because they were following us from the moment we left the harbour. This also meant they were not afraid of us at all, and were happy to get up close and personal!
My favourite one was the wandering albatross, which we saw the most individuals of. They are elegant flyers, slightly less elegant during landing and takeoff, and have the friendliest little faces...
...as opposed to the black-browed albatross, who looked perpetually pissed off for being beaten to the food by its larger cousins:
Other species we saw included the great northern petrel, a whole bunch of cape petrels (the smaller black and white birds in the photos above) who were masters at soaring along with the boat, Salvin's albatross, white-capped albatross, a couple of shags and plenty of seagulls. I did get seasick unfortunately as the sea conditions were labeled 'moderate', but luckily I had had maybe two bites of bread for breakfast so I didn't make a mess, and I had come prepared with ginger candy. The skipper gave me some nice warm ginger tea as well. Both she and the other passenger took good care of me ❤
After the tour I decided to give up my plans of hiking for the rest of the day, because a warning was issued for heavy snow in the evening. The skipper told me they might even close the state highway if it got really bad, so I didn't want to take my chances with that. As Kaikōura didn't make me feel very welcome in the first place due to their strict rules about self-contained camping, I packed up my things and left, heading down the East coast to Ōtautahi. It was another long drive, and I was really tired by the time I arrived. I was happy to find a parking spot for the night close to some takeaway junk food, and got settled for the bad weather to hit here as well.
And just as was forecast, today has been a hell of a rainy day in Ōtautahi, and, in all honesty, in my mind too. I know with a blog like this it can seem like everything on my trip is sunshine and rainbows, as you, as the readers, see the highlights. The highlights are what I take photos of, what I can passionately recount to you. But I won't omit the downsides. Sure, going on hikes and seeing spectacular sights is fun. But you know what's not fun? Waking up at 3 A.M. to a noise when you know you're all alone in a parking lot off an unsealed road in the middle of the woods. Getting told off by a town council member for not having the right type of toilet. Always being on the lookout for public facilities, all of which usually feel unsafe. Not knowing when or where you'll next be able to have a shower. A leaking faucet in the back of your van and constant worries about its status, hoping the cold weather isn't causing a mould infestation in places I can't see. Wearing gloves inside because it's literally freezing outside.
And the annoying thing is, I don't feel like I have a right to complain. I've got an extremely comfortable van with soft blankets, free electricity with my solar panel, drinking water, and enough resources to live from. But I'm all alone. All the time. The moments where the highs seem worth the struggle in between are starting to dwindle in numbers. The rest of the trip feels like a challenge I've set myself that I'll be happy to have overcome. I currently don't feel very excited about it at all. I know that will change, I know in a little while I'll look back on this and it'll seem silly that I ever thought about it, but today I really just want to go home.
I've spent some time today writing to Workaway hosts in the Ōtautahi area, hoping to maybe meet up and hang out with locals. I feel like I need to find some inspiration again, and making a more long-term plan will help. I would like to have a clearer picture of where I'm going, and when I'll get there. Maybe after this week I'll be able to form that picture. Because I don't want to give up just yet. There is still so much left to see and do. But I know in order to enjoy those things, I need to be in a better head space. How I'll get there, I'm not sure yet. But I am determined to.
(^ credit to pastel-hazy-dreams)
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Packing: Van-Supported + Hotel Tour
(part 3 of 5) I'm gradually going through past trip notebooks and jotting down all my packing lists down in one place. I'm writing out my packing list for an upcoming trip now so I figured I might as well copy and paste it onto the blog as well...
In 2022 I went on a multi-week vehicle-supported stay-in-hotels tour: a ~1200 mile ride through Vietnam and Cambodia with TdA Global Cycling. Typically for this type of trip there’s a support van that transports one large duffel bag to the next night’s hotel for you, freeing you to just carry daily essentials on the bike.
The extra capacity combined with our more remote travel including gravel/dirt roads led me to pack heavier. My packing list for this type, climate, and length of trip (retroactively revised based on what I wished I’d had, or brought but didn’t use):
Clothes:
In general, I packed enough clothes to do laundry every six days (this bike tour was organized so we’d ride at most five full days in a row between days off), plus overnight hotel-room-sink laundry for crucial fast-drying items, and wool Ts I can wear multiple days.
Bike clothes:
(3-4x) padded bike shorts [two pairs is enough if washing in the sink each night, but when it’s raining or there isn’t an easy place to hang it to dry it’s nice to be able to take a day off laundry]
(6x) socks
(2x) shorts with pockets (“mountain bike style”) to wear over padded shorts, also fine to walk around town in
(2x) light merino wool t-shirts to both bike and walk around in
(1x) synthetic souvenir jersey from some past trip (conversation starter!)
mesh t-shirt to bike in on the hottest days (there isn't much I find comfortable to bike in on 90-100F sunny + humid days, but the AeroTech Delta Cooling T-shirt was pretty good)
lightweight cycle cap
bandana (can soak in water to cool down on the hottest days)
sun sleeves
arm warmers, leg warmers, leg sun shields [never needed, omit in this climate]
fingerless gloves
[tbd future] full finger waterproof gloves– there was one cold and rainy day at elevation they would have been appreciated
general-purpose bike-and-walk shoes
backup pair of shoes (in case first get wet and don’t dry by the next day)-- this only came up twice after very rainy days, but I was glad to have them. I save an ancient worn-out pair of shoes just for this.
flip-flops / crocs
[tbd future] hiking shoes with better arch support, or insoles [would be bulky, but on one many-hour hike on a rest day I was wishing I had these]
[tbd future] bike helmet brim (e.g. Da Brim) [wished I had more of a helmet visor some days, and this was great on the past Utah MTB dirt tour – on the other hands, it also catches the wind if biking faster]
[tbd future] hi-vis biking vest, especially for days with some dark road tunnels
Other Clothes:
gym shorts to change into after ride
(2x) long pants (one lpermethrin treated since I was in a malaria zone)
(3x) light t-shirts
(2x) long sleeve button up shirt (one quick-dry hiking style, one ‘dressy’)
bathing suit
brimmed hat
light pack towel in case of roadside swimming holes [didn’t end up carrying daily or using, may omit]
Wet Weather Gear
hi-vis yellow rain coat
[tbd future] loose rain poncho for rain in hot + humid weather, instead
rain pants and shoe covers [ineffective and sweaty after hours of riding, getting wet in a warm climate is OK, omitting]
Documents + Paper:
photocopies of passport ID page, visas, vaccination cards, travel insurance in a ziploc bag (I carry copies on me, leave originals in hotel bag)
high-level maps for the regions I’m going through
pocket phrase guide or one-page printout of common phrases and menu items
local travel guide
books / kindle
notebooks and pens
Medical + Hygiene
toiletries kit
on-bike travel medkit (including moleskin pads, ibuprofen, immodium)
antimalarials
antibiotic prescription
a few rapid Covid tests
masks
dry soap sheets
toilet paper + wet wipes in a ziploc bag
(2x) sunscreen
(2x) chamois cream
DEET
Basic Bike Tools
As per my standard “on the bike” list:
travel pump
patch kit
spare tube
tire levers
multitool including chain break and master link
grease-cutting hand wipes
More Bicycle Spare Parts and Tools
Since we’d be out in rural areas without easy access to bike shops, I packed additional parts in my hotel bag, as on a supported tour there was an emergency vehicle in case of a major breakdown):
(2x) spare tires (I did end up using one of them, when one tire accumulated multiple larger punctures)
(5x) spare tubes (managed to use 3 plus some patches on a month-long tour with moderately rough roads)
bicycle lube (Boeshield T-9 or other), double-bagged in two ziplocs in case of leak (the bottle did leak once-- I'm glad I bagged it)
rag for chain
(2x) spare brake cables and housings
(2x) spare shift cables and housings
(2x pairs) brake pads
(1x) spare set of pedals (likely unnecessary, omit next time)
(4x) spare spokes (the right length for the front wheel and drive and non-drive sides of the rear wheel– I had to chat with the original bike manufacturer to double-check these)
8mm allen L-key (stiffer than multitool, for pedals / seat during bike unpacking)
spare chain and master link
extra moist towelettes
zip ties
duct tape
Food
This kind of supported tour generally offers a midday lunch / snack popup by the side of the road, and periodic towns where we could buy snacks, but I packed about one snack for every two days just to have some familiar options (peanut butter and dried pineapple) as well as some hydration salts.
Electronics:
(2x) outlet adapters
(2x) USB chargers
cables
small USB battery pack (enough to charge everything for one night-- occasionally a hotel didn't have enough working plugs)
bike computer / GPS
backup distance-only bike computer [didn't use, the phone is already my backup for my GPS, omit]
bright daylight-visible taillight (I like the Cygolite Hotshot Pro series)
bike headling
headlamp [somewhat redundant with headlight and phone, may omit]
waterproof camera [nice for taking photos on rainy days while keeping phone tucked away in a plastic bag, but may omit next time]
[tbd future] ipad or tiny laptop, if part of a longer trip where I may want to do some work or writing
Bags:
duffel bag (I've been happy with my 100L Patagonia Black Hole)
hip pack (for extra water (Evoc Hip Pack Pro = 1.5L), snacks, toiletries on bike [may omit now that I have a small frame bag]
day pack for hikes (don't need both this and hip pack)
single pannier for carrying clothing on rainy or cold days (usually not needed) or if going on a DIY side trip -- omit on next trip to simplify and allow me to remove bike rear rack as well
stem bag (for sunglasses, sunscreen, extra water)
top tube bag (snacks)
Other Misc
backup pair of glasses
glasses wipes
sunglasses
[tbd future] clothesline for hotel room / balcony: paracord + binder clips + two carabiners
[tbd future] ultralight sleeping bag liner (for a niche problem: there were a few days when it was too hot to sleep under a comforter, but the hotel didn’t provide a top sheet, and bugs or aggressive breeze from the hotel fan on my skin were distracting when trying to sleep, maybe this would help)
Weight:
Not counting the bike and helmet or the clothes I wore onto the plane, the original version of this packlist came to about 48lbs (22 kg) in the duffel bag. Once I was riding with some of it on the bike (hip pack, bike bags, tools, snack bars, and so on), the duffel that was transferred between hotels weighed about 40lbs (18kg).
The revised version of this packlist for a future trip (removing the strikeout items and adding most of the "tbd future" items) also came to about 48 lbs as checked on the plane total including the bike bags, or about 43 lbs / 19.5 kg once some items were carried on the bike. Not quite at my goal of 18kg but close... I could pack lighter and with fewer separate sub-bags, but I like being organized and bringing a few new pieces of clothing/gear to try each trip.
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"Mockingjay", Chapter 9
Part 1: The Ashes
Chapter 9: No one tells Katniss about Peeta's second interview. Not even Gale. She takes Finnick out to the woods to talk, and he is more generous to Gale than Fandom is because he suggests Gale wants to tell her privately. Katniss shoots a buck. Katniss worries about Peeta, mostly, but also about the fact that she doesn't trust Coin, Plutarch, et al. She fights with Gale. Cressida wants footage from District 12. Plutarch tells them the rebels have taken Districts 3 and 11. Haymitch doesn't come. Gale has to talk about the firebombing. They hike to the lake. Katniss shows Pollux a mockingjay and he asks her to sing. She starts having flashbacks to Rue and decides to sing "the Hanging Tree.'
-- Katniss said she had taken down three deer in the first book, I think? So this is numero 4. I also think it's cool that Finnick just "carries" it himself because bucks can weight like 300 pounds? That's like three Magses and he's been in the hospital for several weeks but is apparently not skipping leg day.
-- Gale got his communicuff back. Is this a reward for lying (or lying by omission) to Katniss? Alma Coin is trying to lure Gale into her van with communicuffs. And he's falling it even though they are obviously stupid. (I am mixing my metaphors about what Coin is doing to Gale, but I think it's clear she is trying to woo him in a non-sexual way. Make him feel special and part of something bigger than himself. Originally I think it was for info on Katniss who we know Coin doesn't trust.)
-- It's the return of Lucy Gray Baird to the lake, 65 years later. It's no surprise to me that memories of Rue and the Arena are what make Katniss sing. What it brings back are memories of her Father, who we assume was her connection to Lucy Gray.
Quotes:
At that moment, his communicuff starts beeping. "There she is. Better run. You have things to tell her."
For a moment, real hurt registers on his face. Then cold anger replaces it. He turns on his heel and goes. Maybe I have been too spiteful, not given him enough time to explain. Maybe everyone is just trying to protect me by lying to me. I don't care. I'm sick of people lying to me for my own good. Because really it's mostly for their own good. Lie to Katniss about the rebellion so she doesn't do anything crazy. Send her into the arena without a clue so we can fish her out. Don't tell her about Peeta's propo because it might make her sick, and it's hard enough toget a decent performance out of her as it is.
Katniss has so little agency, she trusts Gale because he is her best friend. She just wants someone to be on her side. But Gale has sort of chosen the rebellion over her at this point, and that understandable. The whole country is being oppressed but it is lonely for Katniss, especially with Peeta gone.
"If you're both up for that," says Cressida, looking closely at my face.
Bless you, C.
I used to think the murderer was the creepiest guy imaginable. Now, with a couple of trips to the Hunger Games under my belt, I decide not to judge him without knowing more details. Maybe his lover was already sentenced to death and he was trying to make it easier. To let her know he'd be waiting. Or maybe he thought the place he was leaving her was really worse than death. Didn't I want to kill Peeta with that syringe to save him from the Capitol? Was that really my only option? Probably not, but I couldn't think of another at the time.
We now know "The Hanging Tree" was inspired by the hanging of Arlo Chance and his girlfriend, Lil, who is also hanged, but some of it also mirrors the relationship between Coriolanus and Lucy Gray. The met at the Hanging Tree. They tried to flee. Perhaps the only way for those two to truly be "together" was for them both to be hanged? And maybe, based on how bad things have gottne in the intervening years, that would've been the best ending?
... back then I could memorize almost anything set to music after a round or two.
Maude Ivory also has this ability. Actually she can remember anything after hearing it once. I don't think that's a genetic trait though? Does anyone know?
That's when the mockingjays begin their rendition of "The Hanging Tree." In their mouths, it's quite beautiful. Conscious of being filmed, I stand quietly until I hear Cressida call, "Cut!"
That's a wrap, people. The show's not over until the mockingjay sings.
[Cutting for length]
#the hanging tree#thg reread#mockingjay#lucy gray baird#coriolanus snow#arlo chance#lil#maude ivory baird#katniss everdeen
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Aside from looking and feeling drained, I've had a nice week.
Still enjoying chilling with Stargate Atlantis even listened to a couple of episode commentaries (the writers have early aughts typical broey vibes though so that's off-putting).
Found a pair of shoes to wear this late autumn as my "vintage" vans mannaz fell apart. After I'd talked about the difficulty of finding shoes that fit me and how many I'd tried that didn't work out, Mum dug up a pair of hiking boots she'd forgotten to send back to dad and said he'd always had the same problem: wide feet with height just behind the toe area as the arch starts. Apparently getting work shoes for his teacher job that didn't hurt was quite a quest. They fit great except for the length so I went online, found the same brand "Queshua" and looked at their hiking shoes of the updated but same series/range. Ordered a male and female model in my size. Only the "guy" shoes fit and they don't have any spring in them like sports shoes do but sports shoes often end up too narrow. I can't risk buying them without going to a physical shop or doing a dozen returns. Queshua from decathlon have a free return from your post box and refund policy. Fantastic.
So basically, I'm elated to have been able to toss out the vans and stick the pastel gradient laces into my new all terrain, waterproof trainers. I'm going to look at their winter models for colder weather. It's reassuring to know there is a brand that tends to fit. I'm hoping to try the thrift store on the outskirts of town one day when the carer isn't too busy but that could be a while (why thrift? Because I generally don't fully know a shoe's problems before I've 'road tested' them) .
I also tried crochet again (every few years I try to knit or crochet from tutorials and it hasn't gone great, you all know I can't think in 3D, so like for the keyboard, it has to be muscle memory and mnemonics) This time I had two different youtube tutorials on half speed and could sort of 'get it' but for the life of me could not properly hold the yarn in the left hand. Mum was around so I sheepishly asked what I was doing wrong. Her first answer was "well have you practiced?" 🙄 (she forgets I'm not the 7 year old who gives up as soon as the dopamine runs out or gets distracted by shiny - i mean i am but I've learned to go back to practicing even if I have to make myself angry or use bribes and limits.) I dutifully produced my series of messed up lines and sat down to show her and she went "oh OK! you're doing it wrong, Here's how auntie Grace taught me" and wrapped the yarn around my little finger, using the middle finger as the main yarn holder and index+thumb to pinch the crochet. Then I had to leave because she kept telling me to "relax my shoulders relax your hands RELAX", I love her but I do not control the muscles when trying to practice a new hard (for me) skill for an audience.
That hands on tip was what made it actually 'take' this time even though I might end up using the ring finger instead. I haven't had much time to practice and made quite a mess of my first attempts at rows with a 3 ply yarn.
Today I was able to proudly show off a 5*30 stitch parallelogram (still haven't got the tension down) of thin cord, it took three tries... but not bad. I'm really hoping I'll be able to grok some more stitches and have something to keep the hands busy that's less taxing on my shoulder. I also need to ask her about auntie Grace, she's probably part of the deaf adult community mum grew up in.
Slowly working towards listing more dolls. You get stuck on junk decisions about whether to bundle, whether to dress them or one of the photos is too blurry and the whole thing stops because there's a missing step or piece. Plan derailed.
I've got incoming which helps with motivation: Elle eedee!!! I didn't click with her the first time then really missed her but now I know how I want to do her eyes. Twilight teens grey for Nicole Steel head (aliexpress 11.11 sales $5) and white.
A Catrine and pink haired Howleen. Catrine is a design I just love and was always put off by the yellowing. Now that I know more about straight peroxide bleaching, I really want another try. I also want to see what happens to that lilac turned grey hair and if it fries or just turns lighter grey, she'll be bald. Their cleaning will be top priority in general but not top on the project list as I have Barbie Marnie who needs just a few more lines of hair to be perfect, a 1/6th BJD to string (need to practice rotary tool sanding and buffing on a damaged barbie before I touch her resin) and probably switching out Jewel Richie's eyes, they're beautiful with the green shimmer details but the visible bevel on the 'baddie' eyes makes them hard to photograph and distracts from looking like a cohesive face. Oooh I might try a line of black acrylic paint first to see if that fixes the issue.
Voilà, big blurb. Not many photos they're all on the desktop. The dogs are happy and well, Lily is a bouncy frolicking 15yo, Talia is learning to be less afraid of the big world and other dogs specifically Gargouille and Elliot.
Talia also threw up in almost every room in the house today, with for her grand finale some raw hide bone she swallowed whole to concentrate on hoarding the other two from Lily. Chihuahuas either have Tardis stomachs or they are mostly stomach because the dimensions of all that came up don't make sense.
Highlights were sharing popcorn with sis and mum on Sunday just chitchatting. Long hot bath to warm legs cold from the inside out. Stunning sights as the sun comes out from behind the mountains:
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Day 57 - at Lakshol
There was just the Dutch van and mine at Lakshol last night. There’s a few houses in the village, but with the exception of a farmer the rest are holiday homes and vacant at the moment.
The Dutch, in their spanking new 4 x 4 Crafter had a rather timid female border collie, which after a while got on with Roja famously. The owners were surprised, as usually the dog is so timid that she is quite anti-social.
We set off walking on the trail to the waterfalls at a similar time, but I let them go ahead. The guy seemed quite hard work, though his wife was very pleasant, he knew everything there was, or so it seemed, about van conversions, and the area. Their intention was to walk the whole circuit, which is 20 kilometres, and might sound reasonable until you did some research. The whole trail is difficult, a step up from moderate. It has slippery boulders and tree roots, and requires scrambling in a number of sections, but particularly two, one after 5 kilometres or so, and the other, on what would be for normal people, the second day and a stopover in the hut, but this couple, or rather this guy, thought he could do it in one day. It was already 11 am, and I expected it would take 10 hours. They had no sleeping equipment with them for the hut.
The trail takes in three waterfalls, Laksholforsen, Storskogvassfossen (just after a tricky ascent) and Vaerivassfossen, which is actually quite difficult to get close to. The best viewpoint for it, was my destination. I had a paper map which I had picked up yesterday, and gave it to the couple with my destination marked on it. I thought they would need it more than me.
Certainly the hiking is slow and surefootedness is needed for a large part. But the views of the sheer rock faces of the surrounding mountains, the remoteness, but most of all the autumn colours made it quite a spectacular day.
Just after the ascent to the second of the waterfalls I met the Dutch couple and their dog; they had changed their mind, unsurprisingly, and decided on the same destination as me. We chatted a while. They are in a four week vacation, so very different existence to mine, and heading for Lofoten islands where he will take a photography course, and she will go horse riding. I can understand the 5 day separation, certainly from her part.
This is a top day out for labradors in particular, as there is almost constant swimming opportunities, and a variety of different sized sticks.
I was back to the van for 4 pm, the 10 kilometre taking 4 hours, with an hour chilling. I caught up with some book reviews and avoided the news / radio..
A word of recommendation for a couple of films I’ve seen over the weekend, one today, one tomorrow..
I watched Key Largo at the weekend. It’s been a few years since I saw it last, so mostly forgotten.
What struck me this time, is its pessimism, a real sign of the times, it was released in 1948.
Both Bogart and Bacall play characters foreign to them.
Bogart plays Frank McCloud, a war veteran, a hero really, but now a hopeless drifter who can’t settle down.
Instead of a ‘femme-fatale’ Bacall loses her sharp tongue and seductive allure and plays a kind-hearted widow looking after her father in law,
But Edward G Robinson as Jonny Rocco steals the show, which is some performance when our against Bogart.
Apparently off screen they were great friends and mutual admirers of each other, rather than you might think.
The lighting and backdrop of the seedy hotel in the hurricane enhance the noirish elements.
The theme it plays to is a simple enough one, whether you should take action when an aggressive act takes place in front of you.
It’s one of my favourites.
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BBF - Brother's Best Friend
✂︎Idols: Lee Donghyuck, Lee Jeno
✂︎Request: yesss could you write something about the reader being jenos sister and haechan is her fwb or bf (smut ver)
✂︎Word Count: 5.5k+
✂︎Genre: Angst (smallest amount), Smut
✂︎Synopsis: Sneaking around with Donghyuck wasn't the plan but it just feels so good. That is until he gets jealous and your brother happens to find out.
✂︎Warnings: everyone lives in Dream dorm sans Mark, pretend their are like eight rooms, poor Shotaro, making out, dry humping, jealous Hyuck (look at him, it's too true), possessive kink, hickeys, oral (f & m receiving), riding, unprotected sex, cream pie, impossible refractory period, multiple orgasms, aftercare not mentioned (always do aftercare)
✂︎A/n: Not super proud of this plot, but I did like the sex scene so I'm halfway there. This request was vague which gave me a lot of leeway, but when it came down to the plot I kinda faltered on that and I really wanted to get this out quickly so I do apologize for that. Yea not my best work for plot, but I do like the sex scene and ending scene. Also don't ask me why I used donghyuck, I don't truly know myself. If you enjoyed this requests are open for NCT, SVT, Treasure, and Enhypen. Please like, reblog, or donate to my Ko-Fi or cash app in my bio.
“How long are you staying? There’s so much stuff we can do. Mom and Dad are super excited to see you too. And the cats, they missed you so much too, you can come to the studio with me, or I can take you to the museum I know you love then.” You smiled listening to your overexcited older brother. As much as you loved attending college in Canada - the mountain ranges and hiking trails were surreal - you couldn’t lie and say that you didn’t miss your big brother, or being in Seoul.
“Only a week, that’s all my college gives me.”
“It should be longer, how can you relax with only five days?”
“Not all of us are jobless idols.” Shrugging your shoulders you ignored Jeno’s glaring. Thankfully his manager butt in.
“Before you two start to fight, how did your flight go? Was it too long?” You smiled sweetly at the manager before recounting your past 14 hours. The flight was awfully long, and bad bordering on tortuous due to the child sitting behind you that decided to play soccer by himself against your seat, the mother who refused to tame the demon and threw a hissy fit when you asked her to control them, and last but not least the stale airplane snacks you were forced to eat because you forgot to pack enough - an amatuer move.
By the time you’d finish your recount of your miserable flight, the van was parked outside of the dorm, and the manager was opening the trunk. It took only a couple minutes to get upstairs - thanks to all of your bags being carried - but you were stopped outside of the door by Jeno placing his hand on your arm.
“Just a warning they can get really loud, and they might be hyper because it’s been a year. Plus Sungchan and Shotaro live here, they’re really nice and sweet they shouldn’t give you any trouble but if any of the boys irr-” Cutting Jeno’s rant off you placed your hand on his shoulder. He tends to be protective over you, mainly due to your extreme clumsiness as a child that left you with scraped knees and broken ankles, forcing Jeno to come and rescue you.
“It’ll be okay. Did you forget about the group chat? I just talked to all of the boys a couple minutes ago. Plus I'm excited to see them all, especially Jisung. He’s so much taller than me now.” Dramatically sighing you poked out your bottom lip, hoping to soften the mood. Jeno let out a little laugh, patting your shoulder before turning to the door.
“He’ll be super happy about that.” Jeno reached for the door knob, but before he could grab it the door was yanked open. You barely registered your name being called - Chenle and his disorientating screech - before someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the apartment.
Jeno shook his head at the sight of the boys forcing you into a group hug. Picking up your suitcases he carried them over the door threshold, stopping beside Donghyuck who was hanging back, watching all of the boys fawn over you with a smile on his face. Squinting his eyes Jeno clapped him on the shoulder, causing him to jump out of shock.
“Help with the bags?” Nodding his head Donghyuck grabbed one of your suitcases, heading towards the guest room which was really only used by you during your visits. “Surprised you’re not all over her the others.” Donghyuck shrugged his shoulders, placing your suitcase inside of the empty closet.
“She’s been here before and she’ll be here all week. I’ll have time to see her.” Raising his eyebrow Jeno couldn’t ignore his weird gut feeling. Donghyuck is never this calm, especially whenever you visit. He’s typically the first one to jump on you, pulling you into a hug and attempting to place kisses on your cheek as you gagged.
“You good?”
“Yea, why wouldn’t I be?” Walking closer Jeno carefully watched his expression, something was off about him. He couldn’t figure out what.
“Normally you’re already flirting with her. Or even giving her attention. You haven’t even said anything to her.”
“I guess I’ve just matured. Why flirt with someone who doesn’t want me to. Besides, like I said, she’ll be here all week under the same roof. I’ll talk to her later.” Shaking his head Jeno walked over to the doorway, pausing with a quick glance over his shoulder.
“Just make sure she feels welcome. She missed us.” Donghyuck nods, grateful to see and hear Jeno’s retreating footsteps down the hall.
“Will do.” Impromptu interrogation over Donghyuck leaves the room, intent to find you. After his quick one sided game of hide and seek he found you in Jisung’s room, watching him show off his pc setup. A creaky floorboard alerted you of his presence, and he couldn’t deny that your look of relief at the sight of him made him happy.
“I will now be taking her. You’re not the only one she wanted to see Ji Sung-ah.” Donghyuck’s teasing voice caused Jisung cheeks to grow red. Nice to know that even after growing in height and into his looks he was still the same underneath. Jisung attempted to stutter out an apology but you reassured him it was okay.
“Is it alright if you show me after dinner?” Nodding his head Jisung leaned into your hand as you affectionately patted his head. After two seconds though Donghyuck was pulling you out of the room, making sure to close the door behind him. Once out into the hallway Donghyuck looked both ways, checking to see if it was clear before pushing you against the wall.
“Thought I’d never get you alone.” Your halfhearted smirk was met with Donghyuck’s lips pressing against yours. Your body tensed before relaxing, a reflex when kissing Donghyuck.
“Missed you. S’much.” You couldn’t help the soft sigh that left your mouth, Donghyuck easily swallowed it. His hands made their way to your hip, keeping you pinned against the wall. Your hands wrapped around his neck, dragging your finger nails leisurely over his hoodie. Kissing Donghyuck was an experience, and you wished you could get more every time.
It’s hard being in a long distance relationship. You still have two years worth of college to finish before you can move back to Seoul, Donghyuck is an idol who’s permanently living in Korea. You never saw yourself in this predicament, but now you don’t ever see yourself leaving it. You still remember the day he asked you, as if it was yesterday.
All the boys were asleep in the living room, they wanted to spend your last night watching a movie with you but practice left them so worn out they fell asleep only thirty minutes in. Except for Haechan. He’s used to pushing himself thin, something that you constantly worry about, so it was nothing for him to stay up late. He walked you back to your room after you both called it a night, stopping you before you entered your room, kissing you with a mumbled confession of ‘I love you’.
Both of you had teetered the line of crushing and dating since you were 15 and he was 16. You were emotionally conflicted, your first reaction was to pull him into another kiss. The second was your heart breaking, how would the both of you last being so far away from each other. Donghyuck assured you that you could make it work, both of you. You took a leap of faith, and trusted him. He was right. Almost a year later and you are still going strong.
Both of you were wrapped up in your old world, sharing sweet kisses, until you heard footsteps, light enough to barely be there but still there. Donghyuck jumped back, just in time for Renjun to turn the corner. At the sight of the two of you his eyes squinted.
“We’re ordering food for movie night. Any suggestions?”
“Pizza.” Both of you spoke in unison. Sharing a look Donghyuck and you started to laugh. Any suspicion Renjun had went away, you were still the same.
“Y’all are weird.” Shaking his head Renjun turned around, walking back where he came from. Once he was out of sight you pulled Donghyuck into your room.
“I think he’s sus of us.” Donghyuck laughed before switching your positions so your back was against the door.
“He’s oblivious. Besides, none of them would even care.”
“Jeno would.” Donghyuck only shook his head before placing kisses along your neck. Biting your lip you held back another sigh, tilting your head to give him more access.
“You’re an adult, and only a year younger than him. He’ll live.”
“We’ll talk about this later. I want to enjoy my boyfriend for as long as I can.” Donghyuck bit your neck, licking over the spot before pulling away, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Love the sound of that.” Wrapping your arms around his neck you lean in for another kiss, parting your lips to deepen it. Donghyuck groans at the feeling of your tongue licking his lips, letting his slip out to meet yours, licking into your mouth. Grabbing the back of your thighs Donghyuck lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. Walking the two of you over to the bed, sitting down so that you were now straddling his lap.
His hands slid up from your thighs to cup your ass, squeezing it harshly before massaging them. He swallowed each of your moans, only upping his antics when he rolled his hips. Donghyuck was already hard, his cock was trying to escape his tight jeans and with every well placed roll of his hips it rubbed against your clothed clit. You rolled your hips down, meeting his halfway, pulling a deep groan out of Donghyuck that made you smirk. Grinding turned into dry humping, both of you eagerly chasing an orgasm. Your kiss was a simple pressing of your lips, sometimes parting to cover up your moans.
“Close.” Donghyuck tangled his hand in your hair to pull your head back, nipping at the sensitive skin on your neck. Your orgasm was so close you could taste it, biting your lip until you tasted blood to cover your moans, the both of you in your own bubble. Of course it had to pop.
“Foods ready! Jisung and Sungchan are going to eat it all!” At the sound of Jaemin’s voice both of you stopped, fear from almost being caught was enough for your orgasm to wither away. Standing up from his lap you walked over the mirror. Your lips weren’t too swollen, only a little red from your biting, and the hickies were still light enough to not be noticeable. Pulling on a hoodie you turned around, laughing at the pout on Donghyuck’s face.
“I can’t go out there like this.” Donghyuck’s whined, pointing at his very noticeable erection. His pants left little to the imagination.
“Do you want them to come in here and see you like that?” Donghyuck’s silence was the answer you needed. “Guess you’ll have to figure it out.” Blowing a kiss at him you left the room, ignoring his quiet whine as he tried to fix his situation.
Walking into the living room you were not expecting to be met with the sight of Jaemin physically restraining Jisung so that he wouldn’t go after the four pizza boxes sitting on the coffee table, while who you presume to be Sungchan and Shotaro are talking.
“Why are you holding my child?” Jisung perked up seeing you, as Jaemin finally released you. Running behind you Jisung held you in front of him as a shield, sticking his tongue out at Jaemin.
“Your child was trying to eat the pizza.” Jaemin playfully glared at Jisung from his spot on the couch.
“I’m hungry.” Shaking your head as you gestured towards the pizza boxes, Jisung turned around once more to mock Jaemin before opening one of the boxes and pulling a slice out.
“Hi.” A soft voice spoke from beside you. “I’m Shotaro.” Turning your head you were met with the sight of him smiling shyly, holding his hand out for you to shake. After introducing yourself he offered to make you a plate, since you were a guest. You declined the offer but he insisted, piling up two plates with food and handing you one.
“Aw, I think Shotaro has a crush.” Shotaro’s face went bright red at Chenle’s statement, looking down at his plate. “He even made your plate. So cute.” If Shotaro could he would’ve burst into flames, thankfully for him you’ve dealt with the boys teasing for years and were immune to it.
“You’re being childish, let me enjoy my new best friend.” Playfully scolding the boys you threw your arm over Shotaro’s shoulder, pulling him closer to you. Missing the way that Donghyuck’s face fell.
Once all ten of you were done eating, and the plates were placed in the sink - Jisung and Sungchan lost the game so they were forced to wash them - you figured out seating arrangements in the living room. The dorm was by no means small, but it only had one couch and the coffee table decorating it. Jisung, Chenle and Renjun made it easy, choosing to settle on the floor with three big pillows and a blanket for them to share. Shotaro, Haechan, Jeno and you decided to pile up on the couch, despite it only having enough space for three people.
“You can sit on my lap. J-just so you don’t have to sit on the floor.” You declined Shotaro’s offer, saying you’d feel more comfortable sitting beside him, leaving you squished between Shotaro and Donghyuck. Sungchan and Jaemin just dragged two dining room chairs over, placing them on either side of the couch so that they could see the tv. After the seating arrangements were made you started the movie, they decided on the Conjuring despite five of them hating scary movies. The movie choices ended up not mattering, as all of you gave constant commentary, criticizing the movie and pointing out all of the glaringly obvious plot holes.
Donghyuck was the first to leave ten minutes before the movie ended. Sitting and watching his girlfriend flirt with one of his group members was more than enough to develop a bitter taste in his mouth. He can’t blame either of you, if you try to deflect his flirting the rest of the boys would question it, Shotaro didn’t even know that you were taken, none of them did. He could only truly blame himself, but even then could he really? You agreed to hide your relationship too.
Shaking his head Donghyuck sighed, closing his door quietly, making sure to lock it. Call it childish but he couldn’t face you. Flopping onto his bed he didn’t bother changing his clothes. He can always take a morning shower. He couldn’t get the sight of you so close to Shotaro out of his head, Shotaro glancing to you more than he watched the actual movie, and the fucking giggling. Hearing your adorable giggle every time Shotaro cracked a lame joke, or either of you jumped at the movie.
His phone buzzed. Picking his phone up he instantly dropped it back on its face. He didn’t want to talk to you right now, otherwise sleep with you. You were in the room across from his, pouting at your phone. Your message said read, but Donghyuck hadn’t replied. The three little message bubbles hadn’t appeared either.
Both of you curled up in the middle of the bed, pulled your blanket up to your chests and closed your eyes, Donghyuck attempting to ignore the bitter taste, while you ignored the pang in your chest.
By the time you woke up the next morning you’d forgotten about the ignored message, only remembering that you’d forgotten to take a shower and were still wearing your travel clothes. Standing up you grabbed your toiletry bag and a change of clothes, before walking out into the hallway. Reaching for the handle of the bathroom door it suddenly opened, humidity rushing out to meet you. You smiled seeing Donghyuck, wishing him a good morning and leaning in for a kiss, but you got brushed off. Donghyuck only walked around you, heading back into his room. Scrunching your eyebrows together you stared after him. Weird.
Donghyuck ignores you for the rest of the day, and even though the boys are dragging you around Seoul, taking you to the Han River and various cafes that you’d missed in Canada you couldn’t shake the disconcerting feeling. Did you do something wrong? Everytime Donghyuck was near you, he’d immediately walk away, putting space between the two of you. When you were alone Donghyuck made sure to call over one of the others, pulling them into a conversation.
The following two days are the same, Donghyuck ignoring you at every opportunity. Your multiple text messages, and various attempts to corner him in the dorm so that you can talk all end with him only giving you a blank stare before leaving. It’s hard being joyful in a dorm when someone is purposely ignoring you, and you don’t even know what you did wrong. You tried to put on a smile, and pretend that everything was okay, knowing that two days of your vacation have gone by without your boyfriend acknowledging your presence.
Typically on campus you can hide your emotions. It’s not a hard feat, smiling and pretending to laugh at their awful jokes. Back in Seoul with your brother, it’s a lot harder. It’s not a surprise when Jeno pulls you into his room one day, and asks what’s wrong.
“Nothing’s wrong. Why are you asking?”
“Listen. I know I’m overprotective sometimes, but I see the way you look at Hyuck. I know you like him. And I wouldn’t be upset if you confessed to him.”
“Really?” Shaking his head Jeno tosses his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.
“Of course not. He’s a great dude, plus I just want you to be happy.” You didn’t think Jeno would be this accepting of your relationship. You never thought he’d be okay with you dating anyone, but knowing that he accepts Hyuck makes you happy at the thought of being able to show affection in the dorm. Until you remember your situation. You couldn’t hold back your tears, hiding your face in Jeno’s shoulder and letting out a shaky sob.
Jeno always knew how to calm you down, rubbing your back and singing the song you’re mother used to when you were younger. It doesn’t take long for your sobs to turn into sniffles, and the fleeting thought of Jeno being a wizard comes to your forefront. Giggling a little you sat up to wipe your tears, remembering how you would tell your friends that your older brother was a wizard in the school yard.
“Now are you ready to tell me what’s wrong?” Nodding your head, you turned to face him, crossing your legs and letting out a deep sigh.
“We’re fighting. Hyuck’s been ignoring me for days, and I don’t know what I did.” It took Jeno a second to calm himself, knowing that your tears were because of Hyuck, but he told himself to be a good brother and not overprotective.
“He hasn’t talked to you at all?” Shaking your head you stared at your lap.
“I don't know what I did. He ignored my text message the first night, and now he’s actively avoiding me. I don’t know what to do Jeno, it hurts so much.”
“I’ll be right back.” Grabbing Jeno’s arm you stopped him from getting off the bed.
“No, don’t. I’ll figure it out. Please don’t do anything, I don’t know if I was even supposed to tell you we’re dating.”
“I promise I’m not going to talk to him. Just get him in the same room, okay?” Slowly releasing him you nodded your head.
Jeno was a wizard. Ten minutes later Donghyuck was in your room, standing in front of the locked door.
“Don’t think about trying to leave this room until you make up.” The sound of his footsteps disappeared down the hall.
“Bastard.” Donghyuck mumbles under his breath, kicking the door before sitting on the opposite end of the bed. Him sitting so far only caused you to curl in on yourself, wrapping your arms around your knees. The silence between the two of you was deafening. You’d never fought with Donghyuck before, and you didn’t even know what the fight was about. Swallowing your nerves you decided to just bite the bullet.
“What did I do?” Donghyuck’s heart wasn’t made of steel, hearing your voice that broken forced him to turn to you, shocked when he saw the tears running down your cheek. “I’ll apologize, but I just don’t know what I did to make you upset.” He was being childish, and hurting you in the process. Crawling across the bed Donghyuck sat back on his heels, cupping your cheek.
“I’m sorry. It was me. I was jealous.” Your eyes widened but Donghyuck stopped you before you could speak, “I was jealous of all the attention you were giving Shotaro. It was so easy for you, everyone joked about your flirting and him having a crush on you. It got to me, I want to be able to do all of that with you. I’m sorry for making you cry over my pettiness, I just didn’t know how to act when all I wanted to do was kiss you infront of all of them, especially Shotaro to end his little crush.” Giggling a little you smiled softly.
“You’re the only one I want, Hyuck. Shotaro is adorable of course, but you’re the one I’ve liked since I was 15. A crush like that isn’t going away easily.” Your teasing tone helped Donghyuck relax. “You’re my boyfriend. Not Shotaro, or any of the Dreamies. You. And only you.” Releasing a sigh Donghyuck placed a kiss on your forehead.
“I’m so sorry, I was so selfish and childish. I don’t deserve you.”
“Yea, well I deserve you. Plus who would turn down dating you?” Donghyuck playfully growled before pushing you back against the pillows and crawling over you, propping himself up on his elbows placing kisses over your face before ending at your lips. Sweet, chaste kisses turning into proper ones. You felt Donghyuck smirk against your lips when you attempted to deepen the kiss by licking into his mouth. Donghyuck sucking on your tongue caused you to whimper, your hips bucking up to meet his. You felt him mutter ‘needy’ against your lip, so you returned the favor savoring his groan he let out. Both of you pulled away from the kiss, breathlessly staring at each other.
Kissing Donghyuck was a dreamlike experience that ended with one of you getting overwhelmed to the point you’d leave to go take a cold shower. Not today. You missed Donghyuck, being in a different continent than him plus the days he was ignoring, and you needed him.
“Fuck me.” Donghyuck’s eyes widened almost comically, if you couldn’t feel your heartbeat in between your legs you would’ve laughed, but there was a more pressing matter.
“What?”
“Fuck me. Please.”
“Are you positive?” Rolling your eyes you whined loudly.
“If you do not fuck me I’ll go find Shotaro. I think he’d fuck me.” His growl sent chills through your body, you had no time to think about it before he was nipping at your bottom lip. Donghyuck was a man on a mission. Those nights spent rereading your texts, telling him how much you needed him, hand working over his cock desperately imagining that it was you instead. Now with the opportunity in front of him? He was going to show you just how good he was, until he was the only thing on your thoughts. You wouldn’t even think of Shotaro afterwards.
Your hands slid under his shirt, running your nails over his back, smiling at the way he visibly shivers. “Off.”
Sitting up Donghyuck pulled his shirt off, dropping it to the floor before helping you out of yours. The sight of you shirtless below him had Donghyuck thanking every god that existed. His hands slid up your waist, leaving goosebumps in its wake as he cupped your breasts, gently squeezing them. You felt exposed with Haechan ogling you, but the feeling disappeared when he encased your nipple in his warm mouth. A shuddery breath left your mouth as you ran your hand through Donghyuck’s hair, pulling it when he sucked a mark on your breast. “Stop teasing.” You tried to come off demanding, but instead it came off whiny. It got the job done regardless.
Donghyuck wasted no time after that, planting kisses down your body while he fumbled with the button on your jeans. He was forced to pull away to slide them down your legs with your panties, but he went right back to planting kisses and sucking hickeys on your lower stomach. He finally had you where he wanted you, and he’d be damned if he didn’t take advantage of it. You let out another whine as Donghyuck bypassed your pussy to suck more bruises on the inside of your thighs. He was so close, but so far.
“Hyuck, please. I need you.” Donghyuck has been an idol for years. He’d like to think that his career had hardened him, but hearing those words fall from your mouth he was weak. Who was he to ignore you asking so nicely?
“Hands above your head. Don’t move them.” Donghyuck smirked at you obediently placing your hands above your head, grabbing at your head board. You should’ve known he was good with his mouth with how much he argues. His tongue was magical, the way that it separated your lips, tasting all of your arousal as his nose rubbed over your clit with every lick. It was taking everything in you to be patient, but your hips continued to buck up despite Donghyuck holding them down with one of his hands.
“S’close.” You thought Donghyuck would pull away, but he started to rub your clit with two fingers you knew he was testing you. You failed. Badly. After his tongue started to shallowly fuck into your hole, you came harder than you’d even cum before. You expected him to slow down, but he only continued to tongue fuck you through your orgasm, his fingers still rubbing you clit in small circles. Digging your fingers into the headboard you cried out as the pain set in, your clit was so sensitive that every time his fingers lightly dragged over it you jumped. You tried to tell Donghyuck, but his tongue was soon replaced with two fingers and all thoughts left your head.
His fingers massaged the inside of your walls while he sucked on your clit. Your thighs tried to close around his head but it didn’t stop him, only making him mutter ‘take it’ as he continued to eat you like you were his last meal. You felt as if you were going insane. Donghyuck was in heaven. Your reactions only spurred him on, breathy moans that you were obviously holding back, hips bucking up in an attempt to meet his tongue and your thighs attempting to close around his head. Donghyuck didn’t care about breathing if this was the way you reacted. Before either of you knew it your walls were clenching around Donghyuck’s fingers and you were cumming again with a moan that was loud enough for everyone to hear. Donghyuck watched your chest rise and fall as he licked your cum off of his fingers.
“Did you like my apology?” You glared at Donghyuck, flicking him off before you got an idea.
“Can I suck you off?”
That question was stupid. Donghyuck would never decline that offer, it’s how you found yourself sitting in between his legs while he laid back against the headboard, hand gripping your hair tightly as you worked yourself down on his cock, hand stroking the part you couldn’t reach with your mouth. A hiss left his mouth when your tongue ran over the sensitive vein under the head, hand yanking your hair. A moan left your mouth, the vibrations causing Donghyuck’s hips to buck up.
“Fuck, gonna make me cum.” Donghyuck was thoroughly impressed by you, especially when he came inside your mouth and you swallowed it all, even sticking your tongue out to show him. He had never come that fast in his life, but he wasn’t ashamed of it being because of you. “Come here.”
Grabbing the back of your neck he pulled you into a kiss, your legs straddling his lap as you got comfy, wrapping your arms around his neck. Donghyuck was a little pissed. You sucked his soul out through his dick now he was stucking kissing you until he was hard again. Though the way you were sucking on his tongue while grinding down on his cock was lessening his pain, and soon enough he was at half mast. That’s all he needed.
“Ride me.” Donghyuck didn’t have to tell you twice. Grabbing the base of your cock you slowly sat down. You were still so sensitive from both of your orgasms so his cock dragging against your wall caused you to hiss. When your ass finally met his thighs you sighed, his cock stretching you in the best way possible. He gave you no time to adjust as he smacked your ass. “Baby, ride me like a good girl. Wanna be good for me right?”
His words triggered something in you. A whimper left your mouth but you listened to him, setting a slow pace to get used to the feeling. Donghyuck watched you, committing this memory. He never wanted to forget this. The way you pulled your plump bottom lip between his teeth, sweat dripping down your forehead, the feeling of your nails digging into his shoulders as you used him for leverage to quicken the pace. All of it was beautiful, with the plus of your silky walls squeezing his cock so tightly that he thought he was going to cum before you again.
There was no hiding what the both of you were doing, the bed creaking beneath you and your moans loud enough to echo throughout the room. He can’t put it all on you thought, each time you clenched around him he let out a low groan. Shotaro was probably jealous. Donghyuck was the one making you moan like this, watching your breast bounce with every thrust. He’d already made you cum twice, and was gonna make you cum on his cock. Shotaro could only wish of having you like this.
“So loud baby. Everyone can hear you.” Donghyuck’s voice was raspy, and lower than you’d ever heard it in years of knowing him. It was sexy, and only helped add fuel to the fire burning in your gut. “All mine.” Letting his hand come up to your neck, thumb tracing the hickeys lining your neck. They’d be impossible to hide. Donghyuck smirked, knowing that everyone would easily know you were his.
“S’good for me.” Letting his other arm wrap around your back, he planted his feet in the mattress, fucking into you. Donghyuck gently squeezed your neck with each thrust. Your brain was fuzzy, complete mush. Watching Donghyuck look as if he wanted to devour you while riding him, and now having his hand wrapped around your neck, you were a puddle. Whining you dropped your head down to his shoulder, biting it to try and cover your moans. Letting go of your neck Donghyuck smacks your ass harshly, causing you to gasp out of pain.
“Let them hear. Want them to know how good I make you feel.” Whatever incubus possessed Donghyuck, thank you. His thrusts were hitting deep inside of you, thick cock head rubbing over your g spot. When his hand dropped down to rub at your clit all you could do was let out a whimper before you were cumming so hard that your vision blacked out.
Donghyuck continued to fuck you through it, staring at amazement at your juices glistening over his thighs and stomach. When your vision came back you saw the amusement on Donghyuck’s face, one glance and you could see why. Placing your head on his shoulder you hid it from his smug look.
“Don’t even.”
“That’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen.” You felt heat rising to your cheeks, letting out another whine before stopping. Pouting you looked up at Donghyuck.
“Did you cum?”
“I’m good. Seeing you squirt was enough, trust me.” Donghyuck pulled out, causing you to clench around nothing. Turning around you pressed your chest to the bed, arching your back.
“Please Hyuck. I want you to cum.”
“Baby, are you sure? You’ll know I’ll be fine regardless.” Shaking your head you arched your back a little harder, feeling Donghyuck run his finger over your pussy that was dripping with your cum.
“Please Hyuck, fuck me. I want you. Please breed me.” You were gonna feel embarrassed about that in the morning, but it got the job done. Donghyuck sat up on his knees and bottomed out with one smooth thrust, both of you letting out matching moans.
You should’ve thought this through actually. He was deeper in you now, his hands on your waist helping him pull you back to meet his every thrust. There was no other way to describe it then ethereal. You felt as if you’d ascended, electricity shooting through your body. Donghyuck pulled up to meet his chest, wrapping his arm around his chest and settling his hand around your throat.
“S’tight baby. Gonna cum for me again?” Your answer was a moan that was so loud that Donghyuck heard the tv in the living room become louder. They definitely heard that. That set Donghyuck over the edge, two more thrusts and he was releasing inside of you, biting your neck hard to hold back his groan. His warm seed filling you up pushed you to your fourth orgasm, you truly blacked out by then. Pulling out Donghyuck lays you on the clean part of your blanket, knowing he’ll have to change it when he gets back.
Climbing off of the bed Donghyuck pulled on his sweatpants. Opening the door Donghyuck walks to the bathroom to get a rag, but bumps into Jeno instead, whose face shows a mix of disgust and rage.
Jeno raises his hand, cutting off Donghyuck before he even is able to speak, mouth closing instantly.
“I don’t give a fuck what you have to say. I never want to hear you having sex with my sister again or else I will beat your ass. Understood?”
“Noted.”
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I love you: Part 1
//Warnings: Cursing. It’s Bakugou, what do you expect?//
//[f/b/f] = Favorite Breakfast Food//
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You looked down at your duffel bag, multiple things packed in it.
Okay, I have my pajamas, a toothbrush, my phone charger, hiking shoes, clothes for the days we’re going to be there. You thought, mentally going through the things you had and still might need. Today was the day you were going to go on vacation with your two best friends, Eijiro Kirishima and Katsuki Bakugou. It had been a year since the Hero Gala the three of you had attended. You were now Pro Heroes, making your way to the top of the list.
Making sure that you didn’t need anything else, you zipped up your duffle bag, grabbed your phone and walked out of your house, making sure you had your keys. You set your duffle bag next to you as you sat on the front porch. Your phone started vibrating. You grabbed it and looked at the caller ID. A smile crossed your lips as you saw it was Bakugou who was calling. You clicked on the green answer button, pressing your phone to your ear.
“Hello?”
‘Hey, dumbass,’ Bakugou’s gruff voice answered. You smiled and chuckled.
“Hello to you to, Katsuki.” You said. You had a habit of calling people who were close to you or that you liked by their first names. Though it took them a while to get used to it, Bakugou and Kirishima really enjoyed it when you called them by their first names.
‘Yeah, yeah. We’re pulling up in a couple of seconds, so you better be ready to go.’ Bakugou said. You smiled.
“Way ahead of you, Katsuki. I’m already outside waiting. I have everything I need packed and ready to go.” You said. Bakugou hummed on the other end.
‘Hmm, you’re already waiting? Good. We’ll be out front in a sec.’ Bakugou said.
‘Is that them?’ A familiar voice asked. You could practically see Kirishima’s wide smile. Nothing could get his spirits down. Bakugou growled in the other end.
‘Of course it is! Who else would it be?’ Bakugou asked, hanging up the phone. You chuckled to yourself, shutting your phone off and putting it back in your pocket. You sighed and looked around you. The sky was clear, not a cloud to be seen. You looked at the ground and raised your hand. You willed the air to bend to your will with your Quirk. Your Quirk was called Elemental. It basically allowed you to control all the elements of nature, Water, Earth, Fire and Air. You could also control a little bit of metal as well. You moved your hand from side to side, watching as some leaves and some dandelion seeds moved with your movements.
Not only has it been a year since the Hero Gala, it’s also been a year since the League of Villains ambushed Bakugou, Kirishima and myself, kidnapping me. You thought. Their plan had been to take you back to Mustsfa and turn you into a Nomu. A mindless creature made for only one purpose; to cause chaos and death. With my Quirk, Shigaraki, the leader of the League of Villains, thought he would be unstoppable. Thanks to Bakugou and Kirishima, he didn’t get the chance. They rescued me before anything bad could happen.
The sound of car wheels on pavement caught you attention, pulling you out of your thoughts. You lowered your arm, the leaves and dandelion seeds dropping to the ground. You smiled and stood as the car came to a stop. Kirishima got out and walked over to you. He looked amazing. His hair was still red and spiky as ever. The only difference was, his hair was longer than it had been when he was in high school, now reaching his back in length. He was much more built as well, the black shirt he wore with the words ‘Red Riot’ on it fit his chest perfectly. He also wore some black shorts and some vans. Kirishima smiled as he approached you.
“Hey you! Man, it’s been a while. Come here.” He greeted. Kirishima pulled you into a hug, his arms wrapping around your waist. Kirishima rested his mouth against the spot where your shoulder and neck met. A blush came to your cheeks. Despite that, you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, returning the hug. Kirishima sighed as he released you from the hug. “Mmm, sorry for the hug out of nowhere. I’ve just missed you a lot! I haven’t seen you since Graduation and, well, the Gala.” He said. You smiled and nodded.
“I’ve missed you to, Eijiro. It’s been a long while since we’ve seen each other. We’ve been hard at work since we’ve become Pro Heroes.” You said. Kirishima nodded.
“Yeah. How long ago was Graduation and the Gala? Like, a year ago. Being a Pro Hero doesn’t give you many breaks, huh?” He asked. Since graduation, Kirishima officially joined the FatGum Agency and took on the name, Red Riot, in remembrance of his favorite Pro Hero. You had joined the same Agency you had taken an Internship when you were a second year at UA. After spending at least two years with that Agency, you split from it and stared your own Hero Agency. Your Agency was dedicated to giving support to other Pro Heroes and supporting kids who developed Quirks similar to yours.
The sound of a car window rolling down caught both your and Kirishima’s attention. Bakugou was sitting in the passenger seat, his normal frown on his face.
“Hey, come on, we gotta get going and set everything up before it gets too dark.” Bakugou said. You smiled at the man.
“It’s good to see you to, Katsuki.” You said. Bakugou sent a smirk your way.
“Good to see you to, dumbass.” He said. You chuckled. Kirishima looked at you.
“Here, let me get your bag. I’ll put it in the back of the car. You can take the back seat.” He said, taking your duffle bag. You nodded.
“Alright.” You said. You walked over to the car and opened the back seat door, climbing in and buckling in. Bakugou glanced back at you.
“Been a lot time, roomie. How have you been?” He asked. You smiled and looked at Bakugou.
“I’ve been kept busy this past week. I teamed up with Midoriya and Shinso on a mission taking down a Villain group. It was a pretty rough task, but we got it done.” You said. Midoriya had reached his goal of becoming the Number 1 Pro Hero after All-Might retired. Bakugou was still pretty upset by that, even though he was the Number 2 Pro Hero, followed by Kirishima and Iida. Bakugou growled slightly.
“That damn nerd. I’m gonna surpass him one day! Even if I’m the Number 2 Pro, I’m gonna best him!” He growled. You chuckled.
“Sure, Katsuki. Keep working at it and I’m sure you’ll reach his level before long. You’ve gotten way stronger over the years, even your Quirk is stronger!” You complimented. Bakugou’s cheeks turned red at the compliment. He scoffed.
“Tch, s-shut up, dumbass. You’ve gotten stronger to. You’ve gotten way better at keeping your Quirk from taking control of you. I’m proud of you, or whatever.” He said. Kirishima opened the car door and got in the driver’s seat, buckling his seat belt. He looked back at you.
“We’re both proud of you, [Y/N],” he turned to face the road, putting the car into drive and driving away from your house. You had made sure to lock your door before you left. “You know, considering how strong you are, [Y/N], I’m honestly surprised you’re not the Number 1 Pro. Sure, Deku’s pretty strong, however, you can control all four Elements of Nature!” He said. You smiled.
“Thanks for the compliment, Eijiro. To be honest, I’m just happy that I’m in the top ten. Sitting at Number 6 isn’t that bad.” You said. The car descended into silence for a bit before Kirishima broke it.
“It’ll be a couple of hours before we get to the cabin. We could definitely stop for some breakfast,” He said. Considering the way his stomach growled, you took it that he hadn’t eaten breakfast yet. Kirishima hummed in delight at the thought of food. “Mmm, sounds soo good.” He said. You chuckled at the red head’s behavior.
Come to think of it, I also skipped breakfast as well, on accident. I was so busy making sure I had packed everything that I forgot to eat. You thought. Bakugou nodded, his elbow was propped up against the door, his hand supporting his chin. He glanced back at you.
“Hey, [Y/N], did you eat already?” He asked. You shook your head. Now that your body had acknowledged your lack of food, your stomach let out a growl of protest at not receiving food yet. Your cheeks flushed lightly and you chuckled.
“I was so busy making sure I had everything packed that I honestly didn’t think about breakfast.” You said. Bakugou hummed.
“Hmm. Alright. I didn’t eat either.” He said. Kirishima smiled.
“Alright, it’s settled then. We’ll grab some food on the way. It’ll be about an hour or so till we eat. Is that okay with you guys?” He asked. Bakugou nodded.
“Yeah, it’s fine. Just focus on the road, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou growled. Kirishima chuckled.
“Don’t worry. I’m a great driver. I’ll get us there safe and sound.” Kirishima said. A few moments of silence passed before Bakugou scoffed,
“Tch. [Y/N] or I could just fly us there with our damn Quirks.” He said. You chuckled.
“Yeah no. My Quirk can only handle so much weight,” you said. You looked at Bakugou and smiled. “Besides, half the fun of going on a vacation is a road trip.” You said. Bakugou looked back at you.
“Sitting in a car for hours is fun?” He asked. Kirishima glanced at him then back at the road.
“[Y/N]’s right. Sitting in the car with company can be fun. It’s what you make of it, really. Like, here,” Kirishima reached down and grabbed something, taking his eyes off of the road for a second. Bakugou glared at Kirishima.
“Kirishima! I told you to keep your eyes on the damn road!” He growled.
“I know, I know. Hold on,” Kirishima popped back up, holding a cord. He handed it to Bakugou. “Here. An Aux cord. Play some music for us.” He said, turning his eyes back to the road again. Bakugou sighed and took the cord. He took out his phone and plugged the cord in.
“Yeah, sure.” Bakugou said. He turned on the radio and picked a song. It was a rock song, and it was honestly pretty good. You found yourself unconsciously bobbing your head to the beat. Kirishima smiled, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.
“Oh dang, this song kind of slaps.” He said, chuckling. You nodded and looked at Bakugou.
“Honestly, I had a feeling your taste of music would sound like this.” You said. Bakugou growled and glared back at you.
“The hell is that supposed to mean, huh?” He asked. You chuckled.
“Nothing, nothing. It just suits you.” You said. Kirishima smiled and looked at you in the mirror.
“You like this song to, [Y/N]? It’s pretty catchy, isn’t it?” He asked. You nodded and smiled. “You can’t lie, Bakugou does have some pretty good taste,” he said. More silence followed. Kirishima glanced back at you in the mirror. “So, what have you been up to this entire time, [Y/N]?” Kirishima asked. He hadn’t gotten much time to catch up with you since you had all been in the car. You looked at him.
“Well, I took down a Villain group two weeks ago, teaming up with Midoriya and Shinso. We got a lot of them arrested. I was able to activate my full power without letting it get too out of control.” You said. Kirishima nodded, looking at you in the mirror, then turning his eyes back to the road.
“Oh yeah, I remember you telling Bakugou about that. I’ve seen you on the news a couple of times to.” He said.
~~~
After nearly missing the exit for a diner that served breakfast and parking, the three of you walked in, eager to fill your demanding bellies. Kirishima opened the door and looked at you, gesturing with his arm,
“After you,” but as always, Bakugou walked right through. You and Kirishima looked at him. “Bakugou!” Kirishima chided. He looked at you and chuckled. “Every time, huh. Well, after Bakugou, then.” He said. You chuckled and thanked Kirishima for holding the door open for you. When you walked in, it looked almost exactly like the cafeteria at the resort did. It looked like an all you can eat buffet, allowing you to serve yourself. Kirishima’s eyes widened. You looked around.
“Huh. It looks like a an all-you-can-eat type of thing, just like at the resort.” You said. Kirishima nodded, looking at you.
“It also looks like we can serve ourselves.” He said. The three of you walked up to the counter. It was lined with plates, bowls, cups, and utensils like spoons, knifes, and forks. Right next to the cutlery was lines and lines of food, covered with lids to keep it warm. Kirishima looked at a particular food item, and his eyes widened as did his smile. “Oh sweet! They have burgers to!” He exclaimed, immediately making a B line for the food. You chuckled and shook your head at your friend’s antics. You grabbed your own plate and started grabbing some [F/B/F]. After plating your food, you walked over to a table near a window in the corner of the diner. Bakugou was already seated there with a bowl of what appeared to be Katsudon. You walked over, gently setting your plate down on the table so that you didn’t spill any of your food.
“So, you got Katsudon?” You asked, pulling back the wooden chair and taking a seat. Bakugou glanced at you.
“Yeah. You got a problem with it?” He asked. You shook your head.
“Nope. Is it the spicy kind?” You asked, taking a bite of your own food. Bakugou swallowed the bite he had just taken and glared at you.
“Huh? Of course it’s the spicy kind.” He said. After you swallowed your bite, you smirked lightly and leaned towards Bakugou.
“Can I have a bite?” You asked. Bakugou glared at you.
“Hah?! What do you mean you want a bite? There’s a whole plate of food right in front of you!” Bakugou growled. You gave him pleading eyes, sticking out your lower lip slightly.
“Please, Kat-su-ki?” You pleaded, dragging out his name. Bakugou’s cheeks turned red. He growled.
“No, you little shit. Eat your own.” He growled, placing his arm between you and his bowl. You narrowed your eyes and pouted, leaning back into your seat.
“Jerk.” You muttered, glaring at him playfully. Kirishima chuckled as he walked up, his plate holding four hamburgers.
“Aw, did he just curse at you?” He asked, chuckling. He looked at Bakugou. “Bakugou, you’re so mean.” He teased. You nodded.
“Yeah! Not sharing your food with me. Sharing is caring, you know.” You said, playfully pouting. Bakugou rolled his eyes, trying to hold back a smile.
“Tch, whatever.” He took another bite of his Katsudon. He glanced back at Kirishima’s plate. “Shitty Hair, did you seriously get, are you seriously going to be able to eat four hamburgers?” Bakugou asked. Kirishima looked at Bakugou.
“Hm? Mhm!” Kirishima hummed. You chuckled and looked at Bakugou.
“To be fair, Eijiro did eat those five pancakes that one time at the resort.” You said, taking a bite of your food. Kirishima nodded, swallowing his bite.
“I haven’t eaten at all today. I was starving!” Kirishima said, taking another bite of his burger. Bakugou glared at the red head.
“Yeah, we can see that.” He said.
~~~
After finishing your food, Kirishima offered to pay while you and Bakugou went back to sit in the car and wait. After paying, Kirishima got back into the car. He was about to exit from the diner when another driver cut him off, honking at Kirishima. You sighed.
Some people have no regard for others. You thought. Bakugou growled.
“The hell?!” He growled. Kirishima sighed.
“Yeah, I know, Bakugou, just calm down.” He said. Bakugou growled again.
Oh boy, here we go. You thought. Bakugou looked at Kirishima.
“Oh no! That bastard just cut you off and had the balls to honk at you!” He growled. Kirishima sighed.
“Stop, it’s fine, man.” He said. Your eyes widened as Bakugou started rolling down the window.
“Wait, what are you doing?” You asked. Before you or Kirishima could do anything, Bakugou was already leaning half his body out the window. He glared back at the car that had cut Kirishima off.
“Hey asshole! Who the hell do you think you are?! You wanna go?! I’ll kill you!” He shouted. Kirishima looked at him.
“Bakugou! Stop, sit down.” He said. With people final growl, Bakugou settled back in his seat. He had started playing some music again while you two were waiting for Kirishima. After the first song finished and the second one came on, you realized that the second one was the exact song you two had danced to at the Gala. It made you smile at the thought. You then frowned and sighed.
I have to tell them how I feel, and soon. I may not get another chance. My only fear is, will they feel the same? You thought. Until then, you were happy being friends with them.
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//Wow. This was a bit longer than I intended it to be! I still enjoyed writing this as much as I did the other series. If anyone would like to be added to the taglist, either comment below or DM me and I’ll be happy to add you. As always, I don’t own the plot of the YouTube series. That all belongs to YUZUYA on YouTube. I added a link to the YouTube series if you would like to listen to it or can’t find it on YouTube. I also don’t own any art/gif/screenshot used in this series. They all belong to the original owners. I hope you all enjoy this series and have a great day/night!//
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I'm sorry for adding on to your pile of requests but I just wanted some family fluff with sbi where all of the siblings are having fun on a road trip or vacation
I don't know if that's specific enough for you if you want a little more detail maybe they're just being really dumb and making stupid videos with each other because that's something my sister and I do a lot
(A/N): I hope you don’t mind that I added Kristin and Tubbo (BASED ON THE CHARACTERS, NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE). Real life AU btw (no covid tho)
Okokok so this is deadass something Philza and Kristin is both dreading and looking forward to
1. They love spending time with their family especially now since yall are getting older and don’t spend as much time together anymore/getting ready to fly the coop
2. Have you met the SBI fam? Chaos incarnated.
After packing, yall set out on your trip to the hotel yall rented for a week or so (about an eight hour drive away from the house)
You and your twin Tommy 100% smuggle Tubbo underneath all of the luggage and a blanket
You’ll just ask them for forgiveness when you’re about halfway through
It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission
Wilbur and Technoblade catching you hiding the stowaway and blackmailing you both into doing their chores for a few week
Seating: Phil and Kristin in the front, Tech and Wil in the middle, You and Tommy in the back, and Tubbo in the trunk (it’s a mom van)
Before getting too far into the trip, a gas station is raided for snacks and drinks
Philza raising a brow at the amount of food you and Tommy get
Philza’s eyes were torn off from the refrigerator in front of him by his wife lightly nudging him. Looking at her in question, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at their youngest kids. It looked like they were just looking at the Monster drinks, so why- oh god the last thing he needed was two already hyper teenagers hopped up on Monster trapped in a car for eight hours. Before he could go over there to stop them, Kristin grabbed his arm.
“They’re up to something. Listen to what they’re saying.”
He strained his ears to hear what you both are whispering to each other. “...e like this flavor?”
Tommy shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll text him.”
As Tommy texted someone, Phil looked back at his wife. She wore a similar wary expression as they both stared at each other. He nodded in confirmation, “definitely. How do you reckon we confront them?”
He watched as his wife thought for a moment before she sighed and looked at him with a hint of excitement in her eyes, “let’s wait to see. It might be a pleasant surprise.”
“What? Are you mad?” He eyed his youngest gremlins once more. It seemed that they finally decided on a flavor and are now moving on to the snack portion. He looked back at his wife and felt his heart skip a beat at the small grin on her face. “...fine. Let’s just see what they’re doing after they do it.” Oh, the things he does for love.
He kept a very close eye on you two after that
You both are on your phones for longer than usual
Texting Tubbo so that he wasn’t lonely
Tubbo has fun with hiding too, never being bored at all
The only thing that he (and you and Tommy) struggled with was holding in his laughter
You jumped as you felt someone gently slap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tubbo’s hand peeking over the backs of the seats. You glanced at your parents in the front seats, they were deep in conversation. Good. You saw Tommy stifle a laugh and pull out his phone to record.
Tubbo made grabby hands at something but you didn’t know what he wanted, so you decided to mess with him a bit. Smirking, you put your earbuds in his hand. It snaked back underneath the blanket before he threw it back at you and did more intense grabby hands. You put your metal water bottle in his hand. He did the same thing before he threw it back at you. It collided with your forehead with a loud bong sounding throughout the car. Tommy started to laugh loudly and ended the video. You followed suit in the laughter as Tubbo’s hand froze midair and quickly slinked back into his lair.
All noise in the car came to a halt as they all looked behind them (well, Phil glanced through the rearview mirror suspiciously) to see you and Tommy laughing your asses off with you holding your forehead. Through blurred vision, you could see Kristin looking at you with worry and Techno and Wilbur looking confused and mildly annoyed.
“(Y/n) honey are you alright? What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond, but only wheezes came out making you laugh harder. You could hear Tubbo silently cackling to himself in the back, the blanket shaking slightly. Without being able to speak, you only nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up.
Tommy sent the video into the siblings' group chat and you could see over Wilbur’s shoulder as he watched it before starting to cackle and save the video to his phone. Even Techno got a good chuckle out and saved it to his phone making Phil and Kristin even more suspicious. Well, Kristin was just excited for what you two (four? Was Techno and Wilbur in on it as well?) had planned. Phil could just imagine the chaotic things you had planned. And he did not like what came to his mind.
When the rest stop came eventually (about three hours into the trip), you all left the car to stretch your legs and take care of business
Taking separate ways to walk in pairs (same person they sat next to in the car)
You and Tommy wait until Phil and Kristin leave before getting Tubbo out of the trunk
You three vibe walking along the winding sidewalks for a bit before you come back to the car and get Tubbo back into the trunk
You, however, forgot to use the bathroom so you leave Tommy and Tubbo in the car
“Fuck, I forgot to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
“Be quick, I’m not fuckin telling em if we forget you.”
“Pfft, they won’t forget me. Stop joking around.”
With that, you left the car and made a beeline to the bathroom. After that, you went back to the car. Well, where the car was supposed to be. There was no sight of a van anywhere in the parking lot. That asshole, he just let them drive off? He and Tubbo’s probably giggling to themselves in the backseat like school girls. You were only gone for like eight minutes.
Sighing, you walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling up Techno’s contact and calling him.
He picked up after a few rings. The second you heard the dial tone stop, you spoke to him, “check the backseat.”
“What? You’re taking a nap, why’re you calling me I’m literally right in front of you.”
“Just fuckin check, Tech.”
In the background, you could hear Tommy snickering to himself. You heard some rustling before Techno started laughing, “Dad, we left (y/n) at the rest stop.”
“YEAH YA FUCKIN DID!”
You could hear loud laughter from your brothers and muffled cursing from Phil. You heard Kristin tell Techno to hand her the phone.
“We’re so sorry, we’re turning around right now. We’ll be there in about five minutes. Stay in one place and don’t talk to strangers.”
“I dunno Mom, that trucker looks really friendly. Might do some hitch hiking with him.”
You ended up befriending an old lady when she sat next to you on the bench with her husband. She even gave you some butterscotch and those strawberry hard candies that all older people somehow have but you can never find in stores. Her husband was telling you stories about his younger days when you saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot. Waving goodbye, you thanked them and hopped back into the car.
After profuse apologizing from your family and scolding Tommy for tricking them, you were on the road again. You glared at Tommy with a small smile on your face, “you fuckin prick. Did you seriously make it look like I was sleeping under a blanket?”
“Yeah, I told you that I wouldn’t tell them if we forgot you.”
“You fuckin dick,” you grabbed a few butterscotches and strawberry candies and handed some to Tubbo after ensuring your parents weren’t looking. He took them gratefully and quickly. You heard him whisper a ‘thank you’ and opened them with plastic crinkling.
“Wha- are those butterscotches? Gimme some.” He was about to snatch them out of your hands before you moved away from him. “No, you left me at the rest stop. You don’t get any. Do you guys want some? I’ve got butterscotches and strawberry candies.”
After you handed them out to your family, Phil looked at you confused in the rearview mirror, “(y/n), where’d you get these?”
“Oh, I just made some friends with an old couple while I was waiting.”
“You what? What if they kidnapped you?”
“Naw they couldn’t’ve. Ethel has hip problems and Charles was in a wheelchair. They were chill anyway.”
“...Just- just don’t do that again.”
“Well don’t forget me again at a rest stop three hours away from home and you got yourself a deal.”
After a while the family was chill again and everything was back to normal
It was getting closer and closer to when Tubbo would make his reveal
You three agreed that Tubbo would just wait for the perfect time
That time came about three hours later when Phil and Kristin was asking everybody where they should stop for food
“So kids, we have three options: McDonalds, Wendy’s, and Arby’s. What do you want?”
“Wendy’s is obviously the superior choice.” Tommy proclaimed and you nodded in agreement. You leaned back and whispered to Tubbo, “now would be a great time.” You pulled out your phone to discreetly record the front seat.
“No it isn’t. Arby’s is you heathens.” Wilbur chimed in, glancing at his twin for back up. Techno shrugged, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible.”
“I’m more of a fan of Wendy’s myself!” Tubbo’s muffled voice chimed in from his makeshift hut in the trunk. You snickered as Kristin whipped her head around to look at the back seat and Phil’s eyes snapping up to look at you through the rearview mirror.
“...Tubbo?”
“Hi Mrs. Tommy and (y/n)’s mum!” You flipped the camera around just in time to catch Tubbo poking his head out of the blanket and grin sheepishly at them. You panned over to Tommy’s ruby red face as he was holding in his laughter before flipping it back to the front.
“You absolute gremlins, this is what you’ve been hiding?” Phil scolded you and Tommy, his knuckles whitening from gripping the steering wheel. You could see his shoulders bouncing slightly with a slight strain in his voice from holding in chuckles.
“Honey, have you been in the trunk this entire time?”
“Yeah, but it’s quite comfy back here! Tommy and (y/n) gave me pillows and some snacks. Got some stretching done at the rest stop.”
“You’ve been back there for six hours?” Phil’s incredulous voice asked.
“Yep! Don’t worry, I had a lot of room. Anyways, my vote goes to Wendy’s.”
The car was quiet before Kristin started to laugh, “Wendy’s it is. See Phil, I told you it was gonna be a pleasant surprise!”
Tubbo sat between you and Tommy in the backseat for the rest of the trip
Techno and Wilbur saying that they knew Tubbo was back there but left out the blackmail part
There was no way they’d risk losing their little siblings doing their chores for them for a few weeks
At the hotel, the rooming was the same as the seating in the car
You, Tommy, and Tubbo having the time of your lives alone in your hotel room
Jumping on the beds, checking for hidden cameras and double sided mirrors (well, that doesn’t sound fun, but you had fun doing it), truth or dare, racing each other down the halls at night time, the works
B L A N K E T F O R T S (but always cleaning up the hotel room in the mornings bc yall are respectful to the staff)
Getting plenty of videos of you guys ding dong ditching Techno and Wilbur’s room
Them getting tired of it so they tell Dadza and Momza and they tell you to stop : (
Walking around aimlessly around the hotel hallways with Wilbur and Techno
Going up and down elevators aimlessly
Pulling an all nighter with Tommy and Tubbo on the last day
Philosophical late night talks when yall hardly know what you’re saying anymore (and becoming closer than ever before)
“Tommy, Tubbo?” You three were currently sitting on the balcony chairs looking out at the empty parking lot and the occasional cars driving by. It was about three in the morning and you guys were determined to stay up all night. “If you think about it, a hotdog is puréed meat in an intestine casing. When we eat the hotdogs, we turn it back into puréed meat. It eventually goes through your intestines which makes you the hotdog for a solid couple of hours.”
“...What the fuck, (y/n).”
“No no, they’ve got a point. Don’t you understand, Tommy? We are hotdogs.”
“...I’m starting to think you guys need sleep. Speakin nonsense.”
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“Do you two reckon we’re alone in the universe?”
“What do you mean, Tubbo?” You glanced at the male next to you and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the stars with furrowed brows.
“Like, do you guys think there’s life out there. Looking down at us right now wondering the same thing.”
You hummed and looked up at the stars. They were twinkling down at you with the occasional shooting star blazing by. Red lights from far off satellites being the only visible sign of humans in the dark expanse of space. “I think so. I mean, nobody knows how big the universe is. You never really know.”
“Honestly I don’t know what’s scarier, being the only lifeforms and being completely alone or having things out there that we don’t know about.”
You sling an arm over your twin’s shoulders, “that doesn’t matter. As long as we have each other, we’ll never be alone. We’ll face whatever the universe has in store for us together.”
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“I don’t know, I just hate it when people only see me as the loud annoying one. It really gets to me sometimes and I don’t know what I should do about it. Fuck, even Wil and Tech see me like that.”
“Toms, fuck them. They don’t know you like we do. You’re caring, ambitious, and brave.”
“Yeah, don’t listen to what they say. We’ll prove them wrong when we form our own nation one day.”
Tommy’s sullen expression slowly melted into a smile, “yeah, I’d like that. You’d be the president.”
Tubbo grinned back at Tommy, “and you’ll be my trusty vice president and (y/n)’ll be our Secretary of State. We’ll rule together.”
“Our nation would be a place for people to escape tyranny and injustice. Somewhere where men could live free, you two would be amazing leaders.”
“What do we call it though is the question,” Tubbo hummed in thought.
“How about ‘Manberg’?”
You looked at your twin with half lidded, exhausted eyes, “I like it, but it needs more… pizazz. How about L’manberg?”
You watched as he smiled widely at the stars, “it’s perfect.”
Watching the sunrise together on the balcony wrapped in blankets
Sleeping on the rest of the way back home
Best sleep of your life
When you wake up (about an hour or so away from home), you see that there’s blankets over you three and you had your head on Tubbo’s shoulder, Tubbo had his leaned up against the seat behind him, and Tommy’s cheek was squished against the window
You stretch out your limbs a bit trying not to disturb the two beside you
Checking your phone to see pictures of you three sleeping sent into the family group chat with Kristin replying with a bunch of heart emojis
You send the videos and pictures you took along the way of you, Tommy, and Tubbo doing stupid things in the hotel room and in the car
If you looked in the middle row, you could see Wilbur watching the scenery pass by out the window with his earbuds in
Techno is reading one of his books (you have no idea how he doesn’t get car sick)
Phil and Kristin are talking lowly to each other holding hands on the center counsel
Soft radio music is playing in the background
Life is good
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The Obey Me Cast on a Camping Trip (Part Two: The Undateables)
This post is split in two due to length (I had too much fun again…) For the Brothers, please click HERE!
Intro:
Another day, another team building activity between the demons and the exchange students. It was Diavolo’s idea to go on a camping trip to the human world (because of course it was), and there were very… mixed responses. That sentiment wasn’t helped when he refused Lucifer’s insistent pleas to just purchase cabins for everyone to stay in. Oh no, the Demon Lord wanted to rough it out in the wilderness, and now everyone else was getting dragged along with him…
Wonder how that turned out?
Diavolo
He was soooo excited to get to experience camping! He had been asking the MC about human camping trips for about a week before making the announcement and he was pumped!!
Barbatos chauffeured him to the campsite in his own car (of course) but he insisted on taking every roadside, touristy stop they came across which doubled the drive time considerably…
He wanted to help everybody set up the camp but Barbatos and Lucifer were having none of it… So he took pictures and offered moral support instead! Good work everyone! 😁
He had his own tent about the size of a small house (ngl it took Barbs and Lucifer about a half hour to set the whole thing up). Barbs even somehow managed to pack a collapsible desk in there for him so he could still work… greeeat…. 🙄
Diavolo wanted to try everything. Literally everything. The man even traded his uniform out for full on outdoors gear, right down to one of those floppy fishing hats with the tackle stuck to it.
Politely insistently asks that Lucifer does things with him. The MC could come along as well (and in many cases Luci begs them to do so) but he wants to get some bonding time in with his best friend!
Unfortunately for Lucifer, Diavolo would get sidetracked quite a lot… Which is how he ended up having to physically steer his Lord out of harm's way more than once…
At one point while hiking, Diavolo was so distracted by taking pictures that he nearly walked right into the path of a passing bear and her cubs. Lucifer had to tackle him down into some bushes until they went away... His brothers teased him mercilessly when they heard about...
Dia also loved the camping food quite a bit. He's never gotten the chance to cook his own food before, even if it's just marshmallows over a fire, so it was all a brand new experience for him! S'mores are now declared a human world delicacy.
Man had the time of his life! He'd love to do it again, hell, maybe even make it a yearly event! (Few of the brothers share his sentiment, but hey, it pays to be King 😏)
Barbatos
If his Lord orders it, then he follows. He'll just have to double check that everyone is prepared for the occasion…
Drove Diavolo there with the patience of a saint (while also, like, being the exact opposite of that). Had it been anyone else in the car, they might have told him, "No, we can't stop for pictures of every moose you see," but Barbs is as accommodating as he is loyal.
It was pretty much all on his shoulders to direct the others when setting up camp. Lucifer would claim it was his, but let’s be completely honest here, Lucifer can't order Barbs to do shit.
Naturally, he had his own tent close to his Lord, more modest in comparison, but big enough to hold a majority of the belongings and gear Diavolo had requested.
He also managed to bring a almost fully functioning kitchen setup for him using magic, minus a working oven by Diavolo's instruction. If he wanted a heat source, he had to use the campfire and he found the challenge intriguing…
For once in his extended life, Barbs had to do some trial and error in the kitchen. As it would turn out, fireside cooking can be a little difficult to master, but by the end of the trip he could still somehow dish out four course meals without so much as a sweat (according to the MC the secret was tinfoil and cast-iron cookware… who knew?)
When he isn’t prepping their next meal (which let’s be honest, with Beel on the trip that’s a constant activity) he’s guarding the food from Beel and Solomon…
The sorcerer wanted to help, but Barbs has already learned the hard way that if he so much as pokes a dish its flavor is ruined… It’s enough to make him wonder if it was a curse laid on him at some point…
Watching Barbatos deny Solomon becomes a pretty funny routine in and of itself. He’s not above just smacking the man’s hand away with a wooden spoon if it gets too close. Barbs doesn’t play in his kitchen. Back off. 😠
Barbatos is happy with the trip so long as the young Lord enjoyed himself. If that’s the case, and it was, then he’d happily do it again if asked… not that he’d have much of a choice anyway.
Simeon
Simeon was familiar with the concept of camping, he’d written about it in his stories, but he’d never actually done it himself… He had hoped it'd be an interesting experience! And uh… it was that from the very start…
Purgatory Hall got its own car and Solomon was put in charge of driving… But no one mentioned that he drives like a complete maniac. Speed limits, stoplights, even the ROAD ITSELF be damned. Solomon drives in a straight line from point A to point B and if there’s anything in the way he’ll just use magic to get around it…
It’s safe to say that by the time he and the others got to the campsite (which was significantly quicker than the rest) the angels weren’t in the emotional state to pitch tents… He and Luke just waited for the others to catch up while praying and praising the solid ground beneath their feet…
He shared his tent with Luke and didn’t mind at all. It was probably for the best anyway because the little angel was scared of human world predators like bears and wolves coming for him in the night… Poor boy…
Simeon took to hiking quite a bit. Going out and exploring the area around the campsite made him feel invigorated! The forests were beautiful and it gave him ideas for a bit of a guilty pleasure he's been debating on writing, "The Tale of the Lonely Prince." 🤭
It was on one of those trips that Simeon discovered human world creatures love him. Pretty much all of the wildlife gravitates towards him like he's a Disney Princess.
At one point he came back to camp riding on a moose with birds chirping on his new friend's antlers. He offered to take the MC out for a ride, but the brothers threw a fit about it…
He WAS able to get a couple more wrangled for Diavolo, who naturally dragged Lucifer along (though he clearly didn't want to touch the thing).
The three ended up getting into a mooseback race because Diavolo wouldn't let Lucifer take the lead. He was glad to see Luci enjoy himself for a change! (It helped a lot that he won of course 🙄😏)
All and all, Simeon had a great time. Maybe he should ask the MC to show him more human places… But he's never getting in a car again. Pardon his language, but fuck those things!!!
Luke
He doesn't know what's worse… being out in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of demons or the absolute insanity that was the "drive" down… 😣
He spent the entirety of Solomon's Magical Ride of Nightmares clinging to Simeon or the armrests for dear life. He swore his entire life flashed before his eyes, can angels even have heart attacks???
Stayed right next to Simeon when they finally pulled themselves together enough to leave the car. He was so happy that Michael didn't see any of that… Who knew human transportation was so horrifying…???
His saving grace (literally) was getting to share his tent with Simeon… After Solomon told him that bears sometimes get curious and ransacked campsites, he clung onto the older angel like a protective charm.
...Whiiiich he wasn't too off about actually after he saw Simeon playing (yes PLAYING) with the human wildlife… Simeon had to introduce him to some of the nicer animals for him to eventually get over his fear and venture out past the campsite.
Luke loved to swim in the lake or river with MC and the others. The MC found a sturdy branch where they set up a rope swing and the little guy amused himself for hours!
Sometimes he'd watch Barbatos prep and cook using the campfire… He didn't even know you could make lasagna in a Dutch oven…
At one point the MC convinced him to go with them and the twins on a particularly long hike…
He got tired halfway through and Beel offered him a piggyback ride, but of course he'd NEVER let himself be that close to a demon!! (Just kidding, poor boy was so tired he climbed onto Beel's back and held on the a kola until they got back. Then he jumped off to save face)
He had a better time than he thought he would, but still doesn't want to go camping with demons ever again. (He and Simeon also begged Lucifer to drive them back instead of Solomon so the brothers' van was pretty much a clown car on the return trip).
Solomon
Solomon hasn't been camping (for enjoyment) in quite a while, so when the prospect came up to do it with the MC and the other students he was intrigued...
When Simeon asked he knew how to drive, he said yes. He knows how to start a car, put it into motion, steer, and then come to a stop. That's all driving is really. 🤷♀️ You can't blame him for not memorizing all the rules, he's been traveling by portal for decades!
Was pretty confused why his angel friends fled the car so quickly... He got them there in one piece, after all. 😕🤷♀️ He put up their tents himself since they were too busy thanking their father then made a magic barrier around the site for protection purposes.
He and the MC both have their own tents, of course his is enchanted to be a lot bigger on the inside than it is on the outside, but he's only let the MC in on that little secret in case they want to visit… 😏
When everyone else finally arrived, Solomon was happy to help the MC introduce the wonders of the human wilderness to their companions! Including the breathtaking vistas, beautiful flora, bitter temperatures, man-eating predators, waters filled with disease… Hm? Oh, Luke won't leave the tent now…? Whoopsie.
Solomon kept himself occupied on the trip the best way he knew how… relentless trolling (particularly of Asmo and Barbs because they're used to his shit).
He'd alternate between poking fun at Asmo for the almost ritual length routines he was going through to try and save his looks to genuinely trying to encourage him and downplay the severity of the downgrade...
Meanwhile he was bound and determined to serve at least one of his own dishes during the trip (but Barbatos had banned him from the "kitchen," the food tent, and even the spoons...)
Diavolo, nice guy that he is, eventually made Barbs relent and let Solomon cook for ONE night… It went as well as to be expected. (They sent Solomon to grab more supplies then everybody took turns washing their mouths out with lake water... Diavolo apologized profusely, he had no idea...).
Solomon was confused why the angels would rather squeeze themselves in with the brothers than ride with him back but he wasn’t upset about it. That meant he could make a few extra stops without anyone complaining! He knows a guy in New Orleans he’s been meaning to see again… Luke and Simeon can wait a little for their stuff, right?
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my favorite wilbur lyrics in no particular order:
but i can't say that i/wasted my time/cause i am built by you/and i can't say that i/am glad it is over/cause that wouldn't be true
shout at the wall/cause the walls don't fucking love you
I think I've lost my mind
Blurring the fact and the fictions/While simultaneously fixing/Myself up with a girl/Named Panadol/Bite the tablet, elixir/Disintegrate, mouth's a mixer
we could eat the foam from the headrest/you could suck the wind out of my breath/you could kiss the teeth into my head/and still there's no cause for concern
you held his hands, it felt like flying/now he's just another man/you'd rather he was inside than beside you/but he's talking marriage and a future/he's picking a lock he doesn't go into/less knife in a wound, he's a suture
If I could just break one more night/maybe i could wake up and feel alright/my optimistically set alarm clock time/serves only to mock me with flashing lights
I was gonna wait for you/so this is not an act of spite/it's a visceral coming-to
It's not ahegao hoodie it's a work of art/so let me know when my feelings stop/I'm just your window to another world/where you ended up lost and poor/i don't wanna be a soft boy anymore
i won't wear the cat ears/i won't wear the cat ears/i won't please just don't make me wear the cat ears/I'm so done with the cat ears please no more cat ears
and yes you always do that one thing/cause when you throw and drench me under your drink/i try to figure out what that means/i took it as a taunt
the cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form/adorned with patches of places you've been/ is nothing on my khaki coat i got from the roadside/when i was 16/my boots are from airports/my backpacks from friends/I'm not a man of substance and so I'll pretend to be/wanderer, wandering, leaving acetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins/cut that bit out/the roads are my home as horizons my target/if i keep on moving I'll never lose sight of it/treating my memory of you like a fire/let it burn out/don't fight it/try to move on/it's been sixty week since i saw Vienna/a bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face/I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready/and I'll put down my roots when I'm dead/the distance is futile/come on don't be hasty/you'll get that feeling deep inside your bones/I'll be gone and/for when you must be alone
and i distrust their name/and i hate their haircut/they look like a prick/but it's all the same/you hug me goodbye/your tounge is razor sharp
my love/i love you everytime your face turns blue/and you speak over microphone/although it's only binary/i think it's timely that i asked if you'd marry me
push down your undesirables and lift up all the fakes/make sure you're not liable when they all make mistakes
you talk about habits/boy i can name a few/but i don't bloody understand it/is it chemical reactions or trained in two
oh I'm starting to succumb to my insecurities/maybe grade school was the place where i peaked
i don't miss you/i miss the thought of what we were
What was your thought when you realized/you'll never feel naive love again?/was it pain or was it sickness?
I want to be the guy/that you fall asleep on call with/I'll make you forget every guy that came before me/cause i like you/and you like my attention/let's skip to the good bit
eat my rent and eat my food/and eat my dues and eat those kids/and maybe use a sextant
and I'll write you songs/until my lungs fall out/until you hear me out
maybe one day I'll live in la Jolla/drinking cocktails out over the water/my own personal sunset/to give each day it's own diploma
when you hold his hands/it doesn't feel like flying/and when you take his breath away/he might as well be dying/and you're dying to breathe/your trapped in his cage/and it's shrinking/and she thought/what if he just never leaves/or he doesn't get the message/or he doesn't hear my pleas/so she just started screaming/why can't he just bore me to death
i said it last time/but I'm not afraid of empty rooms/I'm not afraid of new perfumes/and in fact my dear I'm fucking terrified
he never had cool stories/he doesn't make your heart beat/used to love his mystery/but now he's just exhausting/another day spent/just laying in his room/the stench of incense/and some undelivered food
my keyboards like my heart/it shines in RGB and it's full of blood
cultured men/venetian suntan/red wine and club bands/viagra pills on the nightstand/how's it feel/how's it feel to be so loved?/how's it feel to be so loved yet so alone?
But it’s you/I didn’t think that I’d have to say/But I miss you and think of you almost every single day/And it’s you/I thought I would be braver/But I've missed you too long/My heart flipped to a screensaver/To a screensaver
cause it's only/white wine in a Wetherspoons/fine dining with cheap perfume/DLR closed to worker's strike/god knows how i'll get home tonight
my twitter feeds like my brain/cause i have it on dark mode
i will bake/i will bake/i will bake phallic cake
because you are what reality is made of
I'm a gentleman what can I say?/I'm also really mentally stable/I'm gonna kill myself/if you don't go out with me
cause we're fires we're burning bright/breaking bottles and starting fights/but the evening has other plans/run as they pull up with two more vans
i think about him a lot as well/maybe if he wasn't fine as hell
I use everyone I ever meet/can't find the perfect match/abuse those i love/while i ostracize those who love me back
#some of these are serious#some of them are not#one is the entire lyrics to since i saw vienna written from memory and i know for a fact there's not a single mistake#(that's not sarcasm im in love with that song)#also almost all the lyrics to 'it's all futile! its all pointless' because we stan nihilism#anyway share your favorite songs/quotes#i tried to do one from every song#which means yes there's a line from karen please come back i miss the kids#and the nice guy ballad#and soft boi#enjoy :)#wilbur soot#lovejoy#i bet most of you haven't heard all these songs before ^°^
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La Cuervo - Chapter 1
She is used to the biker-life, having grown into a woman in the familiar embrace of SAMCRO. A bad decision and a gun-shot later, she gets whisked off to Santo Padre, and put under the protection of another club. What is supposed to be a short stint in the Mayan headquarters just north of the border to Mexico, turns into something more; when la quervo begins to develop feelings for el angel - and he seems to return them in kind...
TW: violence, blood, drug use, alcohol, assault, smut, fluff, angst
In the spirit of "The Crown Princess of Charming" - though in a different universe (I couldn't screw with Jax and Cat's happy ever after) - this is a story about O.C. Nina and Angel Reyes.
It is obviously non-canon, as characters who have passed on on Mayans M.C. are present in it, and others have been excluded completely.
Nina is written as a cis-female, but I have tried to keep her race and looks as ambigous as possible. Should you find any of this story offensive.
1.
It was an especially hot day for a bike-ride. The man in front of her on the bike might have been used to these trips, doing them often and in leather no less; but Nina was beginning to feel like a rotisserie chicken under the scorching sun. She was wearing jeans and a jacket over a tank top, knowing from experience that road-rash was especially shitty, when you went down without anything covering your skin. She sighed heavily, and tried to shift in her seat.
“We’re almost there, luv’”, Filip called out over his shoulder, his voice barely audible over the roars of the engines behind them.
“Uh huh…”, Nina replied, and couldn’t help but dream of air-condition and shade. Her backpack was heavy on her shoulders, in spite of the fact that she hadn’t brought much with her; just clothes, and a book or three. Filip patted her thigh comfortingly and sped up, probably as eager as she was to get this ride over with; though she knew that neither of them were looking forward to reaching their end destination.
She hadn’t gone on this trip willingly, but there had been no other option. Her chosen family had made it clear; she needed to disappear, and keep her head down. Going south was the best option for now, as she’d be out of Charming, but not so far away that they wouldn’t be able to reach her if needed. They were trying to keep her safe, even if safety currently meant being roasted alive on the back of a motorcycle, by the southern California sun.
Looking back at their companions, both Happy, Tig and T.O. smiled at her. She forced herself to smile back, and was happy she was wearing sunglasses, as she knew the smile didn’t reach her eyes. She was feeling quite a bit overwhelmed by the situation.
Nina used to love riding on the back of Jackson's bike when she was younger, would squeal in excitement when he made sharp turns, and went over bumps. He’d given her the first helmet she’d ever owned. Now, she wore his own helmet. The one he’d not put on, on his last ride.
After what had happened – the choices Jax made that had led him to colliding with that truck, and killing himself, on the same highway his father had died on years earlier – bikes were merely a means of transport, and the thrill of rushing down a road on one, was gone. She wasn’t afraid of them by any means, she just didn’t get any joy from them anymore.
Just as she had convinced herself she was literally about to melt together with the seat, Filip finally turned down a gravelly road, and slowed down to a halt. In the distance she saw a group of men on bikes, driving towards the murder of crows she’d travelling with up until now.
“You remember what we talked about?”, Filip said.
“Yeah, but I don’t get it. Don’t you trust these people?”, Nina asked, and pulled down the scarf she’d used to cover her mouth and nose from road-dust.
“We do, and you can as well; but this thing you’ve got yourself caught up in, is complicated”, he replied. “Alvarez, the president and his VP knows everything, but they don’t want to get tangled up in it more than necessary. If you find yourself talking to anyone else, all you say is…”.
“I’m in need of a fresh start after a bad break-up”, Nina sneered. “I know. Fucking damsel in distress…”.
Filip squeezed her knee.
“We’ll be in touch, luv’. Promise… You’ll be back home in Charming before you know it”.
“Yeah… home”, Nina muttered, and used his shoulders as support, as she got off the Harley.
Stretching her back, she felt a tap on her butt from a familiar hand.
“How are you feeling, princess?”, Happy asked.
”I feel like I did, after that time I won the mechanical bull-riding competition, at Tig’s birthday party”, Nina chuckled, and pulled at her jeans, to get them in place between her thighs. The curly-haired biker in question joined them, with a grin on his face.
“Yeah, that was a beautiful!”, he exclaimed. “Well worth the 500 bucks I spent on renting that thing”.
“You didn’t pay for that shit”, Filip said.
“Screw you, Chibs”, Tig said, with jest in his voice.
Nina took off her sunglasses and helmet; and looked towards the arriving bikers. Two men on road kings – handlebars as high as the sky – led the incoming group. Nina recognized Alvarez right away, having seen him a few times at club parties. The other man she figured was the president of the South California Mayans. Behind them, came a group of bikers, in a caravan formed much like the one she’d ridden in with; arranged by status. She made short eye-contact with a bearded biker somewhere in the middle of the group. He had dark and intense eyes, and his lips twitched into a smile, just before she looked down at the ground.
“Stay by the bikes”, Filip said, and squeezed her hand. The gravity of the situation and the dust from the road was beginning to get to her, so she grabbed her inhaler, and took a discrete hit from it; before putting it back in her pocket.
Alvarez and Bishop got off their own bikes, and the bikers behind them halted as well.
Filip spread out his arms congenially.
“Hola, señors!”, he hollered, and walked up to the other group.
Nina cringed at his exclamation. T.O. came up behind her, and patted her shoulder.
“Some things never change in this world, kid”, he muttered.
“You’d think people would learn… evolve”, she replied.
“You think letting brothers in to the club was just gonna magically make Scottie and the rest of them stop being idiot white-boys?”, T.O. chuckled. “Nah. This is as good as it gets. Let’s just hope the next generation does better”. He raised an eyebrow meaningfully at Nina.
“You’ll let me know if Wendy is in touch, right?”, she asked.
“You know we will”.
“Thank you…”, she whispered. T.O. nodded solemnly.
“Englishman…”, Alvarez smirked, and reached out his hand to the SAMCRO-president.
“Like a bullet to my Scottish heart”, Filip said, and took his hand; pulling him in for a friendly hug. He greeted Bishop in the same manner, and Happy, Tig and T.O. followed suit.
“You have our merchandise?”, Bishop said. He was a short and serious looking man, but he didn’t seem as menacing as she’d expect a Mayan president to be.
“Straight to the point, then…”, Filip said. “Yes, we brought your merchandise; as much as we could carry. The rest will be here in a van in two days. You get your discount as promised, as payment; and in return…”
Bishop glanced towards Nina.
“We got you”, he muttered, and patted Filip’s shoulder.
Nina swallowed thickly as the Mayan president approached her.
“Obispo Losa. Bishop”, he said, and reached out his hand. “You must be Nina…”.
“Just Nina”, she replied quickly, and shook his hand. Bishop nodded.
“You’re going with us to Santo Padre. We have a trailer set up at our compound. My prospect uses it normally, but we’ll kick him out for the time being… Just until we figure something else out for you”.
Nina felt her cheeks burning.
“You don’t need to do that. I don’t want anyone on the street on my account”.
“He’ll be fine”, Bishop said quietly. Nina shuddered suddenly, feeling the weight of the situation wash over her. Seeing her expression, Bishop put a hand on her shoulder. “You’ll be safe with us”.
“Ok”, Nina muttered. “Thank you”. A smile ghosted the man’s face, and he nodded towards Filip.
The two groups of bikers finally merged, and greetings were shared, before some bedrolls were spread out on the ground. Guns of different types were hidden in pockets of the fabric, and Nina sighed deeply; looking away, as if doing so would protect her from the truth of what was going on.
The bearded biker walked up to Bishop. No longer on his bike, he was strikingly tall, and admittedly handsome as hell. A shorter Mayan, slim and looking a little jumpy; and a friendly looking prospect joined them.
“Should the girl be seeing this?”, the tall one muttered to Bishop.
“The lady is as trustworthy as they come, amigo”, Filip said. The biker raised a brow at him.
“Well, okey dokey, Robert the Bruce”, he said.
“You know who Robert the Bruce is?”, the prospect asked.
“I got my GED, bro”, the tall one replied. The prospect chuckled quietly.
“Cool it, Angel”, Bishop said. “She’s coming with”.
“What, she’s like part of the merchandise? Since when do we deal in trafficking?”, the slim one asked, and gave her a confused once over.
Nina drew her lips back in a sneer.
“Fuck you, asshole!”, she hissed. The biker frowned at her.
“That’s Coco to you, ma’”, he grunted. “Who are you?”.
Bishop went to stand next to her, and nodded at Filip once again; as if saying it’s ok, I got this.
“This is Nina. Just Nina. She’s the package we’re taking care of for a while”.
“La cuervo is the package?”, the biker he’d called Angel said, letting his eyes trace her form with a pleased expression. “Not the kind of package I’d expected”.
“Crow or not, we’re setting her up in the trailer at the yard”, Bishop said. “Prospect, you gotta take a hike for a bit”.
The prospect sighed, and nodded; making Nina feel guilty beyond belief.
“Really, I can…”.
“You’re safer at the compound”, Filip muttered quietly.
“Time to say goodbye, man”, Alvarez said. “We saw cops a few miles out. Need to move”.
Nina instantly felt her heart fall to her stomach, as the bikers rolled up the bedrolls, and began reloading the bikes, with the Mayans taking over the guns; and from now on, her. She turned to face the men she’d arrived with.
“Fuck…”, she sighed. Filip pulled her in for a tight hug.
“You’ll be fine, luv’. It’s just until this thing blows over, to keep you out of sight. Treat it like a holiday; enjoy the desert sun, relax…”. He looked towards the Mayans observing them. “And try not to end up losing your panties at another biker-party”.
Nina pulled back, and punched his shoulder.
“That happened one time!”, she muttered. She noticed Angel and the shorter biker, Coco, smirking at each other, from the corner of her eye.
“And we had to kick that prospect’s ass for it. He was never the same”, Tig said, pulling at her arm, to take over from Filip, and give her a hug. “Don’t offer to cook. They might think we sent you to poison them”.
“Kiss my ass, Trager”, Nina scowled, and kissed his cheek.
“I love you too, kid”.
Squeezing Tig tightly, Nina then let herself get enveloped in Happy’s arms.
“You got your .38?”, he asked.
“In my jacket pocket”, she sighed.
“And your inhaler?”, Happy added.
“The other pocket. With my cigarettes”, Nina muttered.
“Good girl”, Tig said from behind Happy. “Maybe take the time to quit smoking as well; huh, sweetheart?”. She gave him a crooked smile, as he lit up a cigarette himself.
“Anyone messes with you, call us. I’ll carve their eyes out”, Happy said, and kissed the top of her head. She noticed a stray tear in his left eye. “Allergies…”, he grunted, and wiped it away quickly. T.O. gave her a quick squeeze as well.
She turned towards Filip again.
“I love you, little sister. Say hi to Chucky from us, ok?”, he said. She nodded, and her mood brightened slightly when she was reminded of the fact that there would be at least one person that she knew, where she was going. Even if he was a weird, chronic masturbator, without fingers. Filip kissed the corner of her lips. “Now go… We’ll be in touch if anything comes up, yeah?”. Nina nodded. Filip looked towards Bishop again. “I’m trusting you with someone very special, here”, he said.
“You have my word. She’ll be treated like family”, Bishop assured him.
SAMCRO got back on their bikes, after Bishop had handed them an envelope with a wad of cash inside.
“Do not let this woman near any tequila, fellas”, Filip said as a parting comment. “Not unless she’s got her underwear superglued on”.
“Fuck you, Filip”, Nina smiled embarrassedly.
With a final wave at her, they started their engines, and rode off, leaving her behind with a group of strangers she was supposed to trust with her life and secret from now on. She forced her mind to go blank, to avoid tears, and to be able to focus on the ride ahead.
“You ride with the prospect”, Bishop said. “I’d offer you the ride myself, but Marcus and I have another meeting, so we’ll be splitting up about 20 miles from here. Taza will lead the group taking you back to the compound”. He gestured towards a long haired, serious looking biker, with a Vice President patch on his cut.
The prospect walked over to her, and reached out his hand.
“EZ…”, he said, and smiled congenially. Nina took his hand, and shook it. Angel eyed her with an undefinable expression; when he called out to Bishop.
“Yo, jefe. The prospect is a shit driver with a passenger. Maybe she should ride with someone else”. EZ scoffed at him.
Bishop narrowed his eyes at Angel, before replying.
“Yeah, ok. Nina, go with Coco”. Angel looked disgruntled, but didn’t say anything. Nina put her backpack on, and was about to walk over to Coco, when Bishop grabbed her arm to halt her; giving Angel a look out the corner of his eye. “I’d rethink that superglue, sweetheart”, he said, a slight smile ghosting his face.
“I’ll be fine. Word around Charming is I got mace spraying out of my nipples, when my bra comes off”, Nina replied. A murmur of laughter went through the group, and she put on her helmet again, before walking over to her new chauffeur.
Scooting forwards a bit, Coco let her use his shoulders for support, as she got on his bike behind him.
“Hold on tight, niña”, he said.
“It’s Nina. And I’ll be fine”, she replied, and put her hands on his waist. He grabbed her hands, and pulled her arms all the way around him.
“These ain’t no sports bikes”, Angel said, and Coco started up the bike. The roar of the engine made Nina jump slightly, and she noticed Angel had a gleeful smirk on his face.
“Told you”, Coco laughed triumphantly.
The bike didn’t have an actual pillion-seat, so to sit comfortably, Nina had to sit closer to Coco than what she was used to with other riders. Angel drove along-side them. The exhaust of the bikes in front of them and the dust from the road hit her nose, and she was about to let go of Coco with one hand, to lift the scarf over her mouth and nose again. He slowed down, and grabbed her wrist.
“Told you to hold on!”, he exclaimed.
“I know how to ride bitch”, she replied.
“Is that what SOA calls it?”, Angel asked, his voice barely audible over the sound of the engines. “I prefer the term riding queen”.
“Bullshit”, Coco cried out with a grin on his face. Angel shook his head, and laughed. “Yo, who’s crow you got, ma?”.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, Nina said.
“Which SAMCRO-member is your old man?”, Angel reiterated, making clear his Coco’s meaning. She shook her head, and didn’t reply. “Just trying to figure out how precious the cargo is", Angel said, and sped up the bike again, letting Coco and her pull in behind him.
Bishop, Alvarez, and a few of the Mayans Nina hadn’t been introduced to yet, pulled off the highway after a few more miles; and Taza took the lead of their caravan. They were silent for the rest of the ride.
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Santo Padre seemed like worlds away from home. The smells and sounds were so different from what she was used to. Charming was full of middle-class, small-town people who all looked reverently at the patches usually going through town; and everyone knew everyone.
Nina noticed some of the residents of Santo Padre nodding at them as they passed; but theirs weren’t the same respectful gazes. The Mayans didn’t have the same history with the area, as SOA had in Charming; and were still building their reputation here.
She felt like an alien in a strange world.
They pulled down a smaller road, just outside town, and were met by a large gate; which – after a holler from Taza – was opened by a pretty teenage girl. Coco slowed down to almost a halt, and looked at her.
“You’re supposed to be at school, mija”, he said.
“Gym-class… But I got cramps”, she replied.
“That’s a bad excuse”, Angel said, having pulled up next to them.
“What do you know about that? You got a uterus?”, Nina said. Angel frowned at her, but the girl smiled slyly, and waved at her, as Coco continued onto the lot.
“That’s my kid”, he said over his shoulder. His voice had a hint of pride to it, and she noticed his back straightened.
They went through a scrapyard, and pulled up at a wooden building – the Mayan clubhouse. Nina got off the bike, and took a second to stretch her legs. She took off her helmet, and looked around; feeling very out of place. Suddenly, a familiar voice caught her attention.
“There was a beer-delivery while you were away; but the man was very rude. He says he wants payment up front from now on, and he didn’t even say goodbye”.
Nina turned towards the voice, and a smile spread on her face.
“Chucky!”, she called out. The balding man lit up, and walked towards her.
“Miss…”, he began.
“Nina… just Nina. You know that, Chucky!”, she said, and patted his shoulder. “Chibs says hi”.
“He’s not here?”, Chucky asked. Nina shook her head. “Then why are you…?”.
“It’s a long story. I’m going to hang out here for a while”. EZ gestured for her to follow, and with a final smile at Chucky, she followed the prospect towards a trailer outside the clubhouse. Angel was about to trail behind them, when Taza patted his shoulder; to talk to him.
The trailer was small, and clothes cluttered the table and cot inside. EZ scrambled to pick up his stuff. There was a pile of old novels strewn on the counter.
“Sorry…”, he muttered. “If I’d known…”.
“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you out”, Nina said apologetically.
“I’m just a prospect. I do what my president tells me”, EZ smiled crookedly. “It’s fine, really. I’ll stay at our pap’s place while you’re here”.
“Your?”, she asked, questioning the plurality in his words.
“Yeah. Me and Angel’s. He’s my brother”, EZ replied. Nina dropped her backpack and helmet on the cot. “Is it ok if I leave some of my books here, though?”, he asked, and gestured towards the stack of books on the counter.
“Absolutely, as long as you don’t mind me reading some of them”, Nina replied. EZ raised his brows, and seemed pleased at her response.
He found Nina some clean sheets from somewhere, as well as a blanket.
“It can get cold out here during the nights”, he said, as she took it with it a thankful smile, and placed it on the cot in the trailer.
“This far south?”, she asked.
“Yeah, it varies. Some nights I have to wear two sweaters and socks; other nights, it’s like sleeping in an aluminum can over a lit stove”. He knocked the roof slightly, letting the sound of metal fill the tiny space.
There was a roar of laughter from outside, as Angel and Coco shared some inside joke.
“So, is your brother your sponsor?”.
“He was. Took care of me, and got me in to the club, after I got out of jail. I was having kind of a hard time, and he helped me out… But Bishop took over, after some statute changes…”, he said, before halting himself. “… Which is stuff you shouldn’t even know about. Does SOA let their old ladies in on club business in Charming?”.
She chuckled and shook her head.
“I wouldn’t know".
“You just a croweater then?”. Angel had appeared in the door, and Nina jolted at the sudden interruption. “Sorry… Bishop is back. He wants to talk to you in his office”.
“What does he need me for?”, EZ asked.
“Not you. Her”, Angel said. He stepped inside the trailer, his head almost hitting the ceiling of it; and picked up the helmet on the cot. “Your helmet looks worn… Doesn’t fit your head either. It’s not safe”.
Nina felt bile rise in her throat, and yanked it out of his hands.
“Don’t touch it”, she hissed. She held the helmet protectively in her arms. Angel furrowed his brows at her, and licked his lips, as if he was about to say something. “Sorry… It’s an heirloom”.
“Ok…”, Angel said. “Didn’t mean to overstep”.
EZ cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable at the tension of the situation.
“Don’t want to keep the prez waiting”, he said.
All three of them stepped out of the trailer, and EZ went ahead of Angel and her, as they walked towards the clubhouse.
“How do you know about the way a club runs? Your old man lets you in on stuff like that?”, Angel asked.
“Why do you keep asking about my old man?”, Nina said.
Angel smirked.
“So, you do have an old man”.
Nina took a second to think. She wasn’t in Santo Padre for a long time; but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have a good time. Besides, Angel didn’t seem like a long-time kind of guy.
“No”, she said, and looked at him out of the corner of her eye. His smile widened.
“Good to know”.
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The Mayan clubhouse had similar decorations to the ones in SAMCRO’s clubhouse; though clearly inspired by their proud Mexican and latinx roots. Nina instantly felt at home there, surrounded by leather-clad men, and inhaling the scent of motor-oil and beer.
Bishop was seated by a table, and spread out his arms to greet her, as she entered with Angel.
“Step into my office”, he said, and gestured towards a chair opposite him. Nina sat down, and Chucky appeared from somewhere, planting a mug of coffee in front of her.
“Black as sin…”, he smiled.
“Just the way I like it. Thanks, Chuck”, she said. Chucky scuttered off, leaving them to it. Alvarez hadn’t come back with Bishop, but Nina knew not to comment on it.
Bishop took a sip of his beer, while Angel settled on a bar-stool, taking the cold one EZ handed him from behind the counter. Most of the charter seemed to be scattered throughout the room.
“I’m sure you understand why we’re not having this conversation in templo. We don’t allow women at the table, and even if you weren’t one, you’re not wearing a patch”. Nina nodded solemnly.
“I understand”, she said. Bishop gave her a short smile.
“Here’s the deal. SAMCRO is paying us to look after you, while you stay in Santo Padre for a while”.
“She’s the package we’re guarding?”, a bald Mayan asked. “Not what I expected”. He leered at her.
Bishop sent him a hard look.
“Nina left Charming to… start new”, he said, and looked meaningfully at her. “Right?”.
“Yeah… I won’t be staying long”, she said.
Angel chewed his lip, and looked quizzically at her.
“Why does she need us, though?”.
“She is used to an MC having her back. It’s just for comfort and peace of mind for SOA”, Bishop said.
Taza sat down next to Bishop.
“You’re not familiar with the area, so you should stay on the lot. Only leave if you have someone with you”, he said. Nina knew what he was really saying; that she was more or less on lockdown, and if she did leave the compound, it needed to be with a patch. It wasn’t anything new. She’d gone into lockdown with SAMCRO before; though on a club-wide basis.
“It’s your house… Your rules”, she said.
“Good”, Bishop said. “You’re welcome to the facilities here, and if there’s anything you need, you let us know”.
“The prospect is used to going on tampon-runs”, Coco grinned from his own stool by the bar. His daughter, who was standing behind him, hit him over the shoulder.
“Let me know if you need anything you can’t trust these idiots with. I’m Letty… Leticia”, she said.
“Control your kid, Coco”, Bishop said, but smiled at the teenager none the less. “We expect you to pull your weight around here. Chibs tells me you have experience behind a bar, and that you would sometimes help Chucky out in the office, back when their auto-shop was still running. You can do the same with the scrapyard. I trust I don’t need to tell you about keeping your nose out of our other business”. Nina eyed the pack of smokes on the table, and Bishop pushed it towards her.
“Anything you need”, she replied, and took a cigarette.
“Anything?”, the bald biker neck smirked. Angel got on his feet, and smacked him over the head.
“Stop being a creep, Creeper”, he said, and walked over to light her cigarette. He kept eye-contact with her, while she took in her first lungful of smoke, and let a smile ghost his face, before stepping back again. Nina stifled a smile, and felt a rush of blood to her head; as well as other parts of her, that were even more intriguing.
Bishop got on his feet.
“Templo. We got some shit to talk about”, he said.
“How did things go with Palo? He know who did in his cousin yet?”, Creeper asked. Taza stared daggers at him.
“At the table, fuckhead”.
The Mayans all went towards a beautifully ornate door, leaving Nina with EZ, Letty, and Chucky. Angel sent her a final look, and shot her a sly smile before closing the door behind him.
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While EZ helped out Letty with what looked like some homework, Chucky was running in and out of the clubhouse, lugging cases of beer and soda. Nina slipped behind the bar to help him fill the fridges.
“You don’t have to do that”, Chucky said.
“I need to do something to pass the time”, she replied.
As they worked in silence, she noticed Chucky looking at her occasionally, as if wanting to say something, but not quite having the courage.
“Ask…”, she said.
“It’s not my place”, he said.
“Why not? We’re friends, right?”, Nina smiled. “I’m happy you’re here, Chucky. It would have sucked not having even one familiar face around”.
Chucky lit up.
“We’re friends?”.
“Of course we are. In spite of the fact that you used to tell Jax on me, whenever I was doing anything he might not like”. Chuck blushed.
“He asked me to keep an eye on you when he wasn’t around”.
“Yeah… Just keeping you safe, darlin’”, Nina imitated the former president of SAMCRO. Chucky smiled.
“He was a good man”, he said.
“I wish he’d believed that about himself”, she sighed. “So… ask”.
Closing the fridge, Chucky looked at her hesitantly.
“Why did they bring you here? Did they lose you in a bet, like me?”.
“No… nothing like that”.
“Then why?”. Struggling with opening a bottle of soda for Letty, who’d stepped over to the bar with EZ. Nina took it from him, and opened it, before giving it to the girl. “I know Chibs took over from Jax, both as president, but also as your…”.
“Yeah…”, Nina sighed.
“Why would he let you out of his sight?”.
EZ accepted a bottle himself, and was unsuccessful in pretending like he wasn’t listening in on the conversation.
“I needed a fresh start. Wanted to get out of Charming for a while”, Nina said. Her cheeks were beginning to burn.
“Why? Did something happen?”.
Nina’s eyes travelled the room, finding it hard to reply.
“Bad breakup…”, she said, almost like a line from a manuscript.
“Chibs lets you date?”, Chucky said. “Happy lets you date?”.
She wasn’t surprised he hadn’t mentioned Tig. The man had gifted her a 6-pack and a case of condoms for every birthday, since the day she turned 18.
“I’m a grown ass woman, Chuck”, she almost giggled.
“Yeah, but Jax…”, Chucky began.
“Isn’t around anymore”, she replied shortly, feeling immediately guilty. “I’m sorry… It’s still a sore subject”.
“I accept that”, Chuck said, his eyes letting her know she was forgiven for her tone.
Nina smiled softly, and went to open another box of beer.
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Season 9, Mission 22: Come Spy With Me
Drone on the run
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[door clangs shut]
SAM YAO: So we are safe in here when you do the uh, the uh, thingy outside, right, Maryam?
MARYAM ABANI: Safe as we can be while we're still in Red Scorpion territory with a bounty on your head, Five here. Janine explained the whole plan to me. We're buying time for her and Mo to arrange transport to the Maghreb Protectorate for you, Five. This metal room is a Faraday cage. I'm setting off a small EMP outside to take down the cell tower we're in and all the drones around us.
SAM YAO: But that means all long-range comms will be down, right? Now what if Peter tries to get in touch with us? What if he's in trouble and needs us?
MARYAM ABANI: Janine said that's highly unlikely, Sam. He knows any communication could give his position away. He's strong! Well, [laughs] from what you've told me, he’s virtually immortal. He'll be fine.
SAM YAO: Hmm. I know, I know. And Veronica will be safe in here from the EMP, too. Okay. Yeah. You can go ahead.
MARYAM ABANI: Take my binoculars. You might be able to see it happen. Three, two, one, now!
[electricity zaps]
SAM YAO: Oh wow! Did you see that, Five? In the tree canopy, those things that look like big insects just-just plummeting! I count what, five? No, six of them.
MARYAM ABANI: This area is full of Red Scorpion drones. Now the cell tower we're in is out of action, not only are the drones dead, but no pictures can be transmitted from this whole area. Should be two or three days before Red Scorpion can fix it.
SAM YAO: And by that time, we'll be more than halfway there, Five. We can send someone back for Peter once we're safe. If they don't catch up with us using Mr. Trustworthy's tracker. [sighs] I can't believe Janine thinks we have to take Ernie with us. "Better than leave him to betray our location to our enemies, Mr. Yao." I mean, when she's right, she's right, but... I wish she were wrong. [door creaks open] You all right out there, Ernie?
ERNEST VAN ARK: Oh, um... yes, I suppose so. Thinking about all you've told me. It's... a lot to take in.
SAM YAO: Yeah, well, we can talk all about it over the next three days of hiking through some lovely forest mountains. Nature and nurture, good and evil. Why we didn't really uh, oh you know, trust you even before you planted a tracker on Five. Oh, lots of time for all that fun chat.
ERNEST VAN ARK: That's sarcasm, isn't it?
SAM YAO: Yeah, it could be. Hey, Five, never guess what I've got. Saved it for a special occasion, and I think this reunion is it. In my pack, I've only gone and got... a Curly Wurly! Let me just get it. [backpack unzips, drone whirs] What is that?
MARYAM ABANI: It's a drone! Must have hidden in your pack when we were in the Faraday room. It couldn't transmit in there, it won't have given us away before the EMP, but it could now. We have to stop it!
I've winged it, but it's still flying! We have to chase it down, Five. It'll have photos of you, proving to Red Scorpion that you're still alive. All Janine's good work undone! We need to get out of this cell tower and catch it before it gets in range of another tower. Run!
~
SAM YAO: All right, I'm climbing up the cell tower mast here with my binoculars. You're both hearing me okay?
MARYAM ABANI: Loud and clear, Sam.
SAM YAO: Right. Now that drone has a distinctive shape. Now I've got it in sight and you're heading in the right direction. Up the forest path ahead of you.
MARYAM ABANI: I'm a good shot. Years of... archery on the kids TV show I presented. If we have a clear sight of it, I'll be able to take it out.
SAM YAO: It's heading north toward the next communication cell over.
MARYAM ABANI: Janine left long-range monitoring equipment in my pack, Sam. If you get it working, you should be able to keep track of the drone all the way to the edge of the comm cell.
SAM YAO: Yeah, Ernie’s examining it now. Now I don't like letting him anywhere near any technology, really. I know he's not really Van Ark, and he turns out not to have been the boss of Red Scorpion... but he was grown from bits of Van Ark, so maybe he sort of is him?
MARYAM ABANI: Needs must. Just as long as we keep the drone in sight. There it is, Five! I just glimpsed it in a gap in the trees. We can catch it. Run!
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ERNEST VAN ARK: Here, Sam, I brought up two of these little seats I found. Look. They fasten onto the tower, you see? So we can be comfortable and secure up here while we keep an eye on Maryam and Five.
SAM YAO: Hmm. Yeah, I suppose that is a bit better. Used them before at the base?
ERNEST VAN ARK: No, I-I just figured out how they work by looking at them. I'm good with... I've got a brain that's good with technical things.
SAM YAO: Figures.
ERNEST VAN ARK: I'm not him, you know. I don't remember any of the things you've told me, not at all. All I remember is Red Scorpion, watching Friends, looking after the plants. They never told me anything or showed me anything.
SAM YAO: But somehow you did manage to work out how to get the magnification working on Janine's long-range equipment.
ERNEST VAN ARK: It's easy, really. Look, you zoom in here. There's you, Five, and here's the drone flying low over the trees. I suppose they programmed them that way to evade detection, otherwise it would be too easy for them to be shot down. Did you say that's how I... the other me died? Shot down with a rocket launcher?
SAM YAO: Yeah, well, we don't know who did that. Five, Maryam, you're in a great position. You should see the drone overhead in around 30 seconds.
MARYAM ABANI: Okay, Five, hold my legs. If I stretch out between the trees, I should get a clear shot.
SAM YAO: Oh wow, Maryam, that's a really impressive position you're holding.
MARYAM ABANI: Yeah, I did a lot of circus skills for my TV show. Here it comes, Five.
[drone whirs, zombies growl, MARYAM screams]
SAM YAO: What's happened? Did you get the drone?
MARYAM ABANI: Zombies! Zombies in the trees! Tree-climbing zombies, they're all around! Five, we've got to get out of here. Run!
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SAM YAO: Okay, keep heading north. You've outpaced the zombies.
MARYAM ABANI: Any sign of the drone?
SAM YAO: I'm sure I'll find it on screen again soon.
MARYAM ABANI: I can't believe I missed the shot!
SAM YAO: You were literally falling through the air with a zombie falling after you! We'll find it again.
ERNEST VAN ARK: I'm scanning, but I can't see it.
SAM YAO: We'll find it again.
ERNEST VAN ARK: Do you think it's possible I could have any of Van Ark's memories in me? Maybe that is how I worked out how to use this gizmo so quickly. In Friends, Phoebe remembered losing an arm in her past lives.
SAM YAO: We don't know. No one knows! You injected yourself with strange things that only you understood, and no one knows what effect they had on you. But somehow, Red Scorpion managed to regrow you from a teaspoon full of smeared cells. And this is not the time! We need to find the drone! Uh, yeah, what-what's that sound? That-that humming sound.
ERNEST VAN ARK: Backup generator.
MARYAM ABANI: What? A backup generator for the cell tower? That means it'll be back online within a few minutes!
SAM YAO: We don't know that's what it... wait, there are lights coming on below us. Yeah, yeah, that's what it is.
ERNEST VAN ARK: Look, on the screen. The drone!
SAM YAO: Northwest of you. Five and Maryam, take the left hand path. Go, run!
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MARYAM ABANI: Oh, I can't see it, Sam! Not anywhere.
SAM YAO: No, I'm looking, too. That cell tower underneath us is making all sorts of beeps.
ERNEST VAN ARK: It's running through its setup. We've got about 10 minutes, I think, if that. I worked on some of the telecoms at Red Scorpion, that's how I know. I don't remember it from the past.
MARYAM ABANI: All right. If you know so much, what does it mean that they put a backup generator and backup systems here? Do they usually do that?
ERNEST VAN ARK: No, they usually only monitor these towers once a month.
MARYAM ABANI: Guillemette thought we might come this way, that's what this means. Sam, you've got Janine's equipment. It can connect to satellites.
SAM YAO: Yeah, but we don't have any satellites.
MARYAM ABANI: Input the following code: Z3H NB8 3419.
SAM YAO: Uh...
MARYAM ABANI: Do it.
SAM YAO: I am... connected to the Maghreb positioning and monitoring satellite! It-it's sending me live images of where we are.
MARYAM ABANI: You should be able to see the drone with that.
SAM YAO: Maryam.
MARYAM ABANI: Yes?
SAM YAO: You're not a doctor and children's TV presenter, are you?
MARYAM ABANI: Not entirely, no.
SAM YAO: So you're a spy, right? For the Maghreb?
MARYAM ABANI: Yes.
ERNEST VAN ARK: Oh my God.
SAM YAO: Yeah, yeah, this kind of thing happens to us all the time, Ernie. Try not to be surprised, or a bit upset. [sighs] All right. I'm gonna have to trust you, Maryam, even though you've uh, you know, been lying to us since we met you. Five, I see the drone on the satellite image! Take the right fork on the path now. Now! You can catch it if you run!
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[drone whirs]
MARYAM ABANI: There, Five, I see it! Let me boost you up into the tree. [gunshot] You got it! Good shooting, Five.
SAM YAO: That's fantastic! Well done, everyone. Phew, okay. Okay Ernie, we can come down from our perch. And... and now we're safe. We've all learned a lot about each other today. Maryam, would you like to tell us anything about this-this being a spy business you've been up to?
MARYAM ABANI: I'm not here to betray you to Red Scorpion, obviously.
SAM YAO: Well, yeah. I presume you've had plenty of chances to do that. So... I guess everything you've told us about yourself was a lie.
MARYAM ABANI: Almost none of it was a lie. I really was a kid's TV presenter. Did I ever tell you what the show was about? We taught children all the little ways you can make the world a better place. And then the apocalypse happened, and Red Scorpion did what they did, and I thought I need to put my money where my mouth is.
SAM YAO: Yeah. Okay, yeah, I get that.
MARYAM ABANI: I promise, the Maghreb want to help you. Red Scorpion have... Red Scorpion think of themselves as the last outpost of the United States of America, maybe the last surviving one. No one knows what's happened in America.
SAM YAO: The Maghreb was at war with Red Scorpion, right? In the early days of the apocalypse?
MARYAM ABANI: If you call launching an unprovoked attack on us war. Their leadership is paranoid! Whoever their boss is has encouraged them to hoard what they have.
ERNIE VAN ARK: It's not me.
SAM YAO: Yeah, we know that. What we don't know is who it was. Abel has, uh... made some enemies over the years.
MARYAM ABANI: The boss might not be anyone you know. They're keeping close guard on their resources. They believe they have to keep everything they can until they re-establish contact with the USA.
SAM YAO: That's why they don't want to release the panacea to the world.
MARYAM ABANI: I was heading for New Agadir to do reconnaissance on Red Scorpion when I heard about you. You didn't exactly enter the country quietly. I realized you could help me get into the base, so I pretended I'd been sent to help you, just hoping you weren't in direct contact with the UK.
And it worked! I planted a couple of bugs in Red Scorpion while we were there, and I think I got a computer virus into some of the supersoldier's augments. Look, the Maghreb knew I was joining up with you. They told me to use my judgment. They will protect you if we get across the border.
SAM YAO: They'll release the panacea to the world.
MARYAM ABANI: Yes! I know they will.
ERNEST VAN ARK: Sam, I've packed up all our things.
SAM YAO: Okay. We should be moving out. Meet you at uh, the bridge half a click from where you are. I think we have a shortcut if we head down that... what's that, another drone?
MARYAM ABANI: Look, Five, on the horizon. Helicopters. Red Scorpion. Sam, Ernie, you have to get out of the cell tower now. Five, we're exposed here! We'll meet at the bridge. Run!
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MARYAM ABANI: It's okay, it's okay! They're heading for the cell tower. They must just be here because it went out.
SAM YAO: Five, Maryam, good to see you.
MARYAM ABANI: We have to keep moving, up into the mountains again, out of this communication cell. Listen, I couldn't tell you this before, but I sent one of our people to pick Peter up. He's safe.
SAM YAO: What, really?
MARYAM ABANI: We're the good guys, Sam.
SAM YAO: And Red Scorpion still think Five and Janine are dead, so we're safe, too. For now.
MARYAM ABANI: I think so.
ERNEST VAN ARK: I don't think we are, actually.
SAM YAO: ... Listen, if we are gonna believe you're not evil, you have to not say things that are incredibly sinister and then just stop, okay?
ERNEST VAN ARK: Oh, sorry. I see what you mean. No, what I mean is that I think the cameras in the cell tower came back online just as we were leaving the building. I saw the red light come on.
SAM YAO: Maybe they didn't get a picture of us.
MARYAM ABANI: But if they did, if they know you're with us...
SAM YAO: Then they'll work out that you had a way to track us, and they'll use it, too.
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