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makeitmingi · 7 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 37]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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"Thank you for your time. It was nice meeting you." You stood up and bowed, shaking hands with the creative team. They were the ones that were going to come up with the concept of the comeback with stylists, background sets and the music video.

"So, what did you think?" Eden asked as you slumped into your chair. You turned to look at him.

"This isn't easy... My brain isn't wired like theirs." You sighed, running your fingers over the loops of your mask as the back of your ears were starting to hurt.

"While they can do that, our brains can come up with music." Eden chuckled, leaning his arm on the table to face you.

"But I've learnt a lot, I'm still learning from this process." You said, spinning in your chair.

"It is not something everyone gets to experience. You're used to making the music and submitting it to let them fend for themselves, right?" Eden asked. You nodded your head.

"Very disconnected." You agreed.

"But the team has been very impressed with you. I'm getting really good feedback on your work and how much of a difference things have been since I brought you in. So good job, your hard work is paying off." Eden patted your shoulder. Luckily your mask could hide your shyness at his praise.

"How are you and..." Eden was still very well aware of where the two of you were and the fact that the walls were not soundproof so anyone could listen in.

"It's been good. I think we've reach a level where we're comfortable with each other enough to support one another." You said.

"That's good, that's good. That kind of stability in relationships are enviable." He smiled.

"With idols, most of the time, the schedules and timings are what cause the connection to fray." He sighed.

"Yeah, it's the hard reality. But I would like to put a little more faith in us than that. Both of us being in the industry, I think we have more understanding when it comes to the other person's schedule."

"I'm happy for you. Being on your own underground from such a young age isn't easy. You deserve some happiness." He chuckled.

"Thank you, Eden." You bowed your head. Once Eden had to leave for his next schedule, you left as well. You shuffled to your studio with a yawn. The entire evening was just filled with back to back meetings, you hardly had any time to work on your music.

"There she is."

"Hwa!" You cried out, throwing your bag aside to throw yourself into Seonghwa's arms.

"What are you doing here?" You grinned up at him. You have missed hanging out and being with Seonghwa. He had been busy with practice and vocal lessons for both singing and rapping.

"I came to see how you have been doing."

"Let's go to the studio." You said. Seonghwa nodded, going to pick up the bag that you had thrown aside.

"Did you wait long?" You asked as you unlocked your studio and went in. Seonghwa followed you in, leaving his shoes outside beside yours.

"Nope, I finished my workout session and managed to shower before coming here. I practically just sat down before you came." He said, touching the still slightly damp ends of his hair. You nodded and arranged your equipment on your desk. Seonghwa patiently waited for you.

"I missed you." You hugged him.

"You've lost weight. Have you not been eating?" He frowned, noticing your slightly smaller frame when he hugged you back.

"I have! And speak for yourself, your waist is smaller, if that's even possible." You scoffed. Seonghwa flicked your forehead lightly, causing you to whine. The two of you sat down at the couch.

"Mingi said today was the first time you're meeting the creative team. How was it?" He asked.

"Interesting. I guess they're a part of the creative team for a reason. It was interesting to see them brainstorm on concepts." You said.

"Oh? Are you interested now?"

"Nah, my brain isn't wired that way. I think I'll stick to music." You shook your head, making Seonghwa laugh. He reached out to pat your head with a brotherly smile.

"Hongjoong always threatens to leave Ateez and join the creative team for wardrobe. The company should just get him his own fashion line or something." He rolled his eyes. You giggled, knowing Hongjoong's love for fashion and making his own clothes.

"I heard from Maddox your upcoming cover is going well. Hongjoong is rearranging it now." You said.

"Ah... yeah... I hope to record it soon. But I need to practice my English pronounciation a little more. I've been working with the tutor on it." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"You're always so hardworking, Hwa. I know it'll turn out well, Atiny will definitely love it." You smiled as you encouraged him.

"Thank you." He smiled softly. You laid on his lap, closing your eyes.

"Are you just going to work in the studio for the rest of the evening?" Seonghwa asked, his hand coming up to stroke your head. You let out a hum of confirmation.

"Let's go get dinner then." He suggested.

"I have to work, Hwa..."

"We can order in. I know you need to work but you need food to give you energy before you can work." Seonghwa argued. You sighed, nodding in defeat. You knew you couldn't win against mother Seonghwa. While he ordered the food, you went to sit at your desk to start some editing.

"What's that?"

"N-Nothing." You closed the window. Seonghwa scoffed and snatched your mouse away, opening the window that you were so quick to close.

"Hwa..." You whimpered, watching the frown grow deeper on his face as his eyes scanned the threatening email. The person even added some grotesque images of violence.

"How long has this been going on for?" He practically growled. You've never seen this side of Seonghwa before, it almost scared you.

"I-It's not a big d-deal."

"Bullshit, Indigo! Answer the damn question!" He yelled. Seeing you flinch and cower back in fear, Seonghwa came to his senses, calming himself down.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled... I'm sorry, it's okay." He held your hands, pulling you in to hug you. He soothed you, stroking the back of your head. It hurt him, to see someone he treated like a little sister, suffer like this and he didn't even know.

"Tell me, how long has this been going on for?" He spoke with a more gentle, patient tone this time. You gulped, beginning to tell him when it all happened and that it has been happening.

"Does Mingi know this? Hongjoong?"

"No. Only Jongho knows and it's because he guessed, I didn't intend for any one to know. Please, Hwa. You cannot tell them." You begged.

"Silly girl, you're more afraid of them knowing than you are of the person who is threatening you." Seonghwa let out a sigh, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Please, promise me. You won't tell them."

"Then what are you going to do? Because if they're following you near your home, that is already a danger." He frowned.

"I'll handle it. I'll go to the authorities or speak to Eden to see if I can work something out. I won't be able to live with myself if I ruin the comeback." Tears welled up in your eyes.

"Ruin the comeback? What are you talking about? Ah... You're really a pabo, you know that. If you promise me you will handle it, I won't tell Mingi or Hongjoong. But you are to tell me if things escalate. You may worry about burdening us but I'm not going to play around with your safety." He said.

"Okay." You nodded. You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, letting out soft cries. It felt relieving to let your guard down.

"I was so scared..." You cried. Seonghwa felt his heart break when he heard your broken cries. He couldn't even begin to imagine how you must have felt.

"You're not alone. We're here, I'm here." He patted your back. With his sleeve, Seonghwa wiped your tears.

He knew how you felt. Of course, he had his fair share of hate before but he had his members with him. This was probably the first time this was happening to you and you were dealing with it alone.

"Shh..." He continued to soothe you.

Once you calmed down, you and Seonghwa together to eat. He ordered some boiled pork belly and wrap accompaniments. In his own, quiet way, you noticed how Seonghwa continued to comfort you. His thigh touching yours and making wraps for you.

"Ahh." He held the wrap out to you and your cheeks heated up but you still took the bite.

"Your future wife is going to be very lucky to have you to take care of her, Hwa." You giggled, covering your mouth as you chewed. Seonghwa scoffed but you noticed his red ears.

"You're speaking nonsense." Seonghwa shook his head, picking at the meat in front of him.

"So, do you guys know your comebacks schedules yet? Like what you're all going to be doing." You asked.

"Not exactly, in terms of the exact dates. I mean, besides the usual music shows for promotions. We have some radio shows and YouTube interviews here and there. Definitely Idol Radio since Yunho and Hongjoong are the DJs. I heard we might go for some overseas festivals?" He shrugged.

"All I hear is busy, busy, busy." You chuckled.

"They might split us up into smaller groups to tackle the interviews and game show appearances. That's what they usually do to cover more ground." He explained.

"Park Seonghwa!" Hongjoong burst into your studio. You jumped in surprise as he looked around, eyes landing on you too.

"I knew you were both here. You thought you could sneak away from me." He crossed his arms.

"I literally texted you that I'm coming to visit Indigo." Seonghwa frowned. Hongjoong blinked in confusion, taking his phone out to check his text. Indeed, Seonghwa's text was right there but Hongjoong didn't see it.

"So you did..." He scratched his head.

"Dramatic much..." Seonghwa rolled his eyes. Hongjoong scoffed but took a double take when his eyes landed on you, suddenly coming to cup your cheeks.

"Did you cry?! Who made you cry? Why are your eyes so puffy?" He moved your head slightly to inspect you further.

"N-No! I'm just tired so I kept yawning. Stop that!" You slapped his hands away from your face.

"Stop fussing and eat." Seonghwa held out chopsticks to him.

"Your daughter cried and all you can think about is food. You're a bad parent, Seonghwa ah." Hongjoong clicked his tongue in disapproval, making you snicker.

"I told you I didn't cry." You frown and slapped his arm. Hongjoong pouted and retaliated by flicking your shoulder lightly. He broke his chopsticks to begin eating. You were full so you went to the fridge to grab a bottle of cold tea to drink. At the same time, you made a mental note to restock the fridge soon.

"Ah, I'm so full. Thank you for the meal, Hwa." You sat back down. Seonghwa nodded in agreement, spreading his arms on the backrest of the couch.

"This is why I didn't want to eat so much, I'll feel sleepy." You cuddled into Seonghwa's side.

"You always feel sleepy around Seonghwa." Hongjoong scoffed.

"Hwa is just more comforting to be around. Don't be jealous." You kicked his calf. Seonghwa sighed and shook his head at how the two of you would bicker like siblings.

"Did you hear back on your OST progress yet?" Hongjoong asked you, changing the topic.

"Yeah, I'm worried that Jongho might not have the time to record. I told him and the production team that I want him to prioritise the comeback. We'll find someone else if he's occupied, I don't want to pile too much on him." You said.

"Are you going to scout underground?" He chewed.

"Nah, the cast of the drama are mainly idols so they want the full idol imagery. So no underground artists." You sighed.

"Would they ask the cast members to sing it then? Fans always like it when they do that, especially if it's the main couple singing a duet together." Seonghwa voiced.

"I did tell them to try proposing it to the male lead if he wants to do it." You shrugged.

After the food was finished, Hongjoong and Seonghwa left to give you some space and peace to finish your work.

"Bye, Indigo. Don't stay too late, hmm?" Hongjoong patted your head as he hugged you. You hummed and hugged him back. He went out to call their manager.

"You text me when you're leaving the building and when you arrive at home, okay?" Seonghwa said seriously.

"I will, Hwa. Don't worry." You smiled softly, squeezing his hand with reassurance. He sighed but pulled you into a hug, squishing you against his chest. Seonghwa didn't want to let you go, knowing you would be alone, but he also knew you would kill him if Hongjoong even began to suspect something.

"Let's go, Seonghwa. Manager hyung is downstairs." Hongjoong poked his head back in. He nodded and walked towards the door. You waved to the two.

"Hi, hyung." The two oldest greeted the manager and climbed into the van to be driven back to the dorm.

"I actually never thought Indigo would become one of our kids." Hongjoong leaned back into his seat, head turning to the oldest. But Seonghwa was just staring into space, deep in thought.

"Seonghwa?" He called the male.

"Huh? Did you say something?" Seonghwa blinked, shaking his head before looking at Hongjoong.

"Are you okay?" Hongjoong tilted his head. The taller nodded his head and leaned against the window. Hongjoong just assumed that he was tired, they all were.

"Thanks, manager hyung. Goodnight." The two bowed when they were dropped off. They went upstairs to find the house surprisingly quiet. Hongjoong showered in the bathroom outside while Seonghwa used the other one in the boys' room.

"Jongho ah, are you awake?" Seonghwa asked after his shower, using his towel to try and dry his hair.

"Yeah, hyung?" Jongho sat up.

"Can I talk to you about something? Privately." He requested. Jongho nodded and got off his bed, following the oldest out of the bedroom. Seonghwa made sure that no one was outside.

"What's up, hyung? Is something the matter? I don't usually see you so serious." Jongho frowned at the seriousness in Seonghwa's voice.

"It's about Indigo." At that, Jongho gulped.

'Leaving studio now. Going home. - Indigo'

You attached a picture of yourself to the text you sent Seonghwa before slinging your bag over your shoulders and leaving your studio. You made sure to lock it. With your mask up, you left work to make your way back home. It was quiet, with not that many people on the street anymore.

RINGGGGGG

"Hello, Hwa? I sent you the text like you instructed. It's late, you should be sleeping or resting, at least." You chuckled, speaking to him through your AirPods.

"I'm not tired yet. Just wanted to make sure the princess was safe on her way home. The streets are so quiet now, I worry."

"See? This is why I didn't want anyone knowing... Seriously, I'm fine." You sighed.

"Indigo, that's not an excuse. We're family, we worry about each other all the time, it's normal. Whether this thing is happening or not, we still worry about each other day in, day out."

"Family equals worrying, got it." You teased.

"Glad you can still joke."

"I do it to make myself feel less scared and to take over the silence. You being serious makes me feel like I should be scared or something. Which isn't helping me." You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn't see you.

"No, you're right. Sorry, I won't be so paranoid. There's nothing to be scared of. That's why I called, to keep you company and to make sure I know that you got home safely."

"I'm just teasing, Hwa. Thank you for worrying about me. I'm really touched." You giggled.

"I always worry about my loved ones."

You continued talking to Seonghwa as you made your way back home. He even turned the camera to video call or you to prove you were safely in your home.

"See?" You spun the camera around to show him. He let out a sound of satisfaction.

"Alright, goodnight Indigo."

"Thank you for accompanying me on my journey home, Hwa. Goodnight." You smiled before hanging up. Same as always, you left your bag in your studio and went to take a much needed shower. While your hair dried, you sat in your home studio to continue where you left off earlier in your work.

As you laid in bed, Mingi's face popped up, requesting to video call you. You propped your phone up, turning to your side as you answered the call.

"Hi, baby. You look so warm and cuddly in bed." Mingi chuckled, seeing you lay there.

"Hey, Mings. Yeah, I'm going to sleep soon. I just got back home about an hour ago." You yawned, tucking yourself under the blanket.

"That's good, you should sleep soon. You've worked hard, baby. How were the creative team meetings?" He asked, having remembered that you met so many creative teams today.

"They're rather amazing. The stylists, directors, storyboarders, all great minds. We talked a lot about the message and basic concepts before ajourning the meeting. We'll reconvene back in about a month of two." You informed.

"That sounds great. I can't wait to see what they propose to the group." Mingi said.

"Where are you? It's late for you to be out now." You asked. From his background, it looked like he was walking outside.

"I went out for a short walk, wanted to get some fresh air and clear my mind to write some lyrics." He explained. You couldn't really see his face with his mask but you knew he was grinning.

"Oh? And how did that go?"

"I think I got some pretty good material. There's barely anyone around so it was nice and quiet." He shrugged.

"Wow, I'm glad you were productive and able to get some lyrics going. Not sure if you knew beforehand but Seonghwa and Hongjoong stopped by my studio for dinner. It was nice to hang out with them, I felt like I haven't seen them in a while, especially Seonghwa." You said.

"They did? No wonder Seonghwa hyung left practice so quickly, he went to wait for you. I'm glad you got to spend some time with your older brothers." Mingi said.

"And I definitely got good lyrics because all I was thinking about when writing them was you." He added.

"Song Mingi, you better stop it." You scolded him for being cheesy, hiding your heated face in your blanket.

"I only speak the truth, baby." He laughed, finding your reaction absolutely adorable.

"You speak nonsense. You were always able to write such good lyrics before we were in a relationship. Heck, even before I joined KQ." You corrected.

"That is true but you told me to find my muse. To keep me going and overcome obstacles. Not just for one song but for every piece of music that I write." He reminded you of what you said to him during song camp.

"I did say that. And I told you that you would meet my muse one day and that was Haneul." You smiled at the memory.

"Well, baby, you're my muse."

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katzchai · 5 months

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private session for free // seo changbin x reader

pairing: seo changbin x reader contains: fluff, personal trainer seo changbin, date invitation

"okay, maybe it's not that bad." i said to myself while looking at my reflection in the glass doors.

i've moved to a new city a month ago and i've finally built up the courage to get out of the apartment after work and try a new gym. back in my hometown, i'd visit the gym once a week for the fitness class and i loved it. perfect amount of a workout and fun.

if someone would try to call me a gym rat i'd laugh in their face. do i like going to the gym? like the actual gym? hell no. i always hated the PE classes at school and i still remember all the times when the coach would scream at us because we couldn't hit the ball right or run for longer than 5 minutes without a break. it wasn't until the coach got sick in the middle of the last semester and we got a new PE teacher that i started to enjoy something gym-related.

our new teacher introduced us to fitness and she would hold one class a week. that was the only time i had fun. after graduating and starting a job i decided to try fitness in my free time and it became a part of my friday. everyone would go to clubs on fridays but me? i'd get my bag and go straight to my favourite gym in the city.

now after moving for a new job, i had to find a gym in the city that's not only close to me but also feels good - the right vibes have to be there - otherwise it's not fun at all. i did my research on maps to see where the closest gym is and i found one 5 minutes away from my apartment so after work i went home, grabbed my bag and i came here.

now, as i'm standing in front of the doors i'm thinking if i'm at the right location. everything inside looks so - black and white. no character to the place and i'm rethinking my decision to come here. but hey, momma didn't raise a quitter.

as i'm opening the doors and stepping into the gym i hear lots of very upbeat music. "okay, i can still turn around and go back home." and as i'm about to turn around a lady behind the desk pops up.

"hey! welcome to hitshOt, the only gym in the city where nobody judges you. is it your first time here?"

"yes, hello. i was thinking about signing up for the gym membership."

"awesome!" the girl behind the desk has a name tag and while i'm coming up to the desk i read that her name is dabin. "we don't offer any free trials but we offer the best equipment and the best personal trainers so i'm sure you'll find something for yourself here."

"oh actually, do you offer any fitness classes? i'm not interested in the typical "macho" stuff. i prefer something more... fun."

"i'm so sorry but we don't. we're in the process of firing more staff and maybe one day. but hey, you can go in and take a look around and if you decide to stay you can pay me once you'll be going out." am i disappointed? yes. this is the closest gym to me and the ratings were high but if there's no fitness this is not a place for me.

"well... i'm sure the gym is amazing but no thank you. i'm not interested. to be honest with you Dabin i hate working out in a gym because it seems like everyone is waiting for you to fail. i'll keep an eye on your website to see if there are any fitness classes in the future though."

as i'm picking my bag from the floor i can hear a strong voice behind me. "who said that the gym is only for the typical "macho" stuff? i'm pretty sure you can do anything in there and have fun." i turn around and see a very muscular guy who is definitely at the gym almost 24/7 - i mean who has arms like that and doesn't go to the gym? "do you think that maybe you could give the gym a chance with me?"

"and who are you?"

"changbin. i'm a personal trainer here and before you say anything - i'm willing to get you on a private session with me for free. i've got time since the person who was scheduled didn't show up and i can show you around and maybe you'll decide to stay with us."

"and what if i don't want to try out the gym with you?"

"i can take you out for a coffee and convince you that working out can be just as fun as fitness."

shocked i start to wonder why this guy is so keen on getting some one-on-one time with me. i won't lie he is handsome and i'm all for the meet-cutes but something seems fishy.

"i can see you haven't decided yet, so i'll be in the cafe next door," he says and walks up to me. when he stands next to me he whispers "the coffee and the private session will be on me, beautiful. no matter what time."

and what do i do? i say bye to dabin and walk out of the gym and head to the cafe. you never say no to a free coffee. and a private session with a "macho" like that.

#stray kids #seo changbin #changbin #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #changbin x reader #changbin fluff #stray kids x you #personal trainer seo changbin

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n0vabug · 6 months

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The Beer Wench (T.R)

GUESS WHO'S BACK WITH A NEW CHAPTER!!

SORRY FOR BEING GONE SO LONG I ACTUALLY FEEL SO BAD, I HAD SCHOOL AND THEN ONCE I GOT USED TO THE SCHEDULE I HAD NO MOTIVATION TO WRITE ANYTHING, BUT I'M BACK AND HERE IS A TATUM RILEY X READER IMAGINE!!

Contains: Fluff, mentions of alcohol, make out session, mentions of sex (nothing descriptive), slight mentions of being nervous/anxiety, and swearing. (not proofread)

This is a Tatum Riley x reader, reader saves Tatum without realizing it. I hope you enjoy this!

This was a request from Chloeetluna

TATUM'S POV

Me and (Y/N) walked into a small store, we got invited to go to Stu's party tonight, she was a bit hesitant and nervous about going, and it definitely took a lot of convincing, cuddles, and bribing to get her to go, but it worked.

"What exactly are we buying?" I questioned as I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist while resting my head on her shoulder.

"Not sure, just stuff that everyone will enjoy, maybe get them some beer, everyone likes that right?"

"Yeah they love it, have you seen them, they're like wild animals the second they see it" She lets out a soft chuckle at the statement.

"You're right" She says as she picks up a few cases of beer and sets them in the cart.

We both finish shopping, we get a few snacks that everyone will enjoy, and a whole lot of beer because they're all like ants when they see honey. She ended up using a fake ID to buy it, which surprised me a bit since she wasn't really much of a "fake ID and beer person", but she was popular and went to many high school parties, so I'm sure she picked something up from it. We grab our grocery bags and got into my brother's car.

"Who was getting the movies for tonight, or was it us that was supposed to do that?" I could tell she was getting a bit nervous since she didn't want to mess this up, sometimes you'd be surprised the fact that she has been to so many parties since she always gets so anxious about everything being perfect.

"Calm down baby, I think either Billy or Stu was getting the movies, or maybe Randy, I have no idea, but it's not our job, don't worry, we're fine." I grabbed her hand and ran my thumb over her knuckles, she seemed to calm down a bit when I did that. (Help I actually forgot who got the movies 😭)

We arrived at Stu's house, we grabbed our things and got out of the car, Dewey rolled his window down, which means he was going to say something stupid or embarrassing.

"No making out or having sex!" Dewey yelled

"Oh my god Dewey, shut up!"

"I'm serious!" He yells once again.

Thankfully, (Y/N) and Dewey were friends so (Y/N) found it funny whenever he did stuff like that.

"Oh my god he is so stupid" I say annoyed

"I think it's funny" She says, I found it a bit cute when she said that, I wrapped my arm around her and we walked inside the house.

"You were tardy to the party so we started without you" Stu says and he holds a funnel and pours beer down it.

"Gross" (Y/N) says, "Can we go to the living room please?" She says in a sweet voice

"Yeah come on" I grab her hand and take her to the couch, we were originally just supposed to watch a movie but it turned into a make out session. I cupped her cheeks and she placed both her hands on my thighs. Immediate butterflies. She placed her soft lips against mine and starts with a light make out, after a minute, she slips her tongue in which takes me by surprise, we continue this for a few seconds until Stu walks up to us and asks me to get beer from the basement.

"What am I the beer wench?" I say partially annoyed mostly in a joking tone though, I start to get up but a quiet, soft voice stops me.

"Tatum?" I looked at my girlfriend confused, she seemed sad? maybe more nervous than anything.

"Please don't go down there, I have a bad feeling" She says which breaks my heart a bit.

"Its okay, I'll be back in a minute don't worry"

"No, please don't go!" She begs again.

"Nothing bad will happen, stop stressing out." I say softly

"Can I go with you at least?" She's obviously nervous, she also loves horror movies, I think she has watched too many with Randy.

"Yeah come on." I tell her and she immediately springs up and intertwines our hands, she also asked Randy to stand by the door to make sure nothing would happen. We grabbed the beer, and went back upstairs, all safe, just like I said. We set the beer down on the table and go back on the couch.

"We're okay, see? Nothing bad happened, you're okay." I say as I cupped both her cheeks with my hand.

"I love you Tatum" I give her a peck on the lips real quick.

"I love you more (Y/N)"

A/N

IM SORRY I HAVEN'T WROTE ANYTHING IN LIKE 4 MONTHS, IM GOING TO TRY AND BE BETTER ABOUT WRITING CONSISTENTLY INSTEAD OF DISAPPEARING FOR LIKE 5 YEARS 😭😭. ALSO I KNOW THIS ISN'T THE BEST BUT I FELT SO BAD FOR NOT WRITING THAT I HAD TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING AND QUICKLY TOO, SO HERE IT IS. MAKE SURE YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, I LOVE YOU ALL!!! ❤️❤️

#tatum riley x reader #scream

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ashiemochi · 4 months

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(don't) go easy on me - ii

✠ (don't) go easy on me ↳ not bad for our first time, huh?

➶ pairing: OC x Piers Nivans ➶ genre: mostly fluff, slight angst, gore (like a broken bone), first time! smut, cliche mean clique (like two girls) ➶ word count: 5.8k

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Everyone give it up for our spectator; Cindy Lloyd!

With Captain Magath still away, she and her squad were still ordered to train with Captain Redfield. It was all going okay with Cindy choosing to spar with her best friend Vivian Marie to pass the time or at least seem busy to the eyes of their sub-captain.

"You heard about the new rookie?" Cindy asked, sending a blow, "His name is Finn something and, apparently, he's assigned to be in Redfield's team."

Vivian looked surprised, dodging the attack and threw one back, "That quick? I thought it was difficult to be a part of his team."

"I know right?" Cindy huffed, blocking the hit before swinging her leg, "Think he got a free pass like you-know-who?"

Both of them looked over at the Han girl by the wall, seeing her sitting down with her phone in her hands. Cindy let out a sound of disgust, shifting her attention back to her friend.

"Un-fucking-believable, she gets to sit on her ass while we have to train our ass off every day?"

Vivian winced at the hit landing on her shoulder, giving her a knowing look, "We're not training with her every single day. We don't know what her schedule even looks like."

"Don't defend her, it's probably what she wants." Cindy retorted, "She goes through one incident and suddenly she's BSAA's little princess. We've been through missions exactly like the H-Outbreak – you don't see us lumping around uselessly!"

Her attacks got harsher, actually hurting Vivian who kept up her tough parrying skills for her sake.

"We fight! And we keep fighting because when you're strong, there's always someone stronger than you." Cindy snapped, roundhouse kicking Vivian and she actually stumbled back with a hitch of a breath.

"You always take this a little too seriously," Vivian glared at her, rubbing her arm, "Keep that up and you won't have anyone left to train with."

Cindy swallowed her tongue, jaw clenching silently.

She excelled in her team, being basically a second in command to Magath. She took her training sessions to the heart, practising and sparring day and night to keep up with the regime. She could take down any of her squad, hence why they were ordered to train with Captain Redfield's team as they were the closest one to such a high rank in the BSAA.

Her eyes darted to Chris walking with Piers to the spacious ground where most soldiers spar. Piers was seemingly not in a good mood, ranting to his captain who only offered a smile and patted his back. There were several more trainers and captains here and there. Then-

"Alright Team Beta, listen up!" Chris' authoritative voice boomed, "As you all may know, your captain Sett Magath returns tomorrow from his mission overseas. He's expecting full improvement in your performance. Today you will pick someone on my team and spar with them to test your abilities. Our trainers and coaches will observe the session to ensure all ground rules are followed.”

"Do a good job and maybe I'll put in a good word for you to the captain. Got it?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Opposite team, huh…" Cindy trailed away, watching how the training around was starting to get busier with her team going to his, probably trying to find someone to spar with.

A man from her squad, Ryder, approached Piers and asked if they could spar. Piers didn't seem all that interested, giving him an annoyed stare with crossed arms when he recognized him as the guy who hit on So Ah. Then he nodded, shaking his hand, and Ryder visibly flinched at the grip, but he pretended to be okay with it, giving Piers a thumbs-up.

"You got a good grip on ya', haha!"

"Guess Ryder got himself into trouble again," Vivian spoke blankly.

"Viv, who are you picking?"

"Hmm," She trailed her eyes around, landing on Finn chatting with So Ah, "The rookie. I could teach him the basics and see what he knows. What about you?"

Vivian watched Cindy turn around and face So Ah, and she couldn't help but sigh.

"Please don't tell me you're thinking of fighting her."

"Someone has to show her that not everything can be served on a silver platter," Cindy spoke lowly, nudging her head at them, "C'mon. Let's pick our partners."

Vivian followed her begrudgingly, a little embarrassed to be dragged into this battle of hers.

"Hey, Han." Cindy said dryly, catching her attention, "Let's fight after Piers is done. We can have Captain Redfield spectate us."

"Ah," So Ah blinked in shock at the assertion in her tone, giving Finn a look who only returned it, "Yeah, sure. I was actually suggesting Finn to spar with you since you're pretty much known around here to be good at this."

"I don't want him. He'll make it very easy for me." Her eyebrow twitched as she folded her arms over her chest, "Vivian will be sparring with the rookie."

Again, Finn gave So Ah a look of uncertainty and she only nodded, giving him a small smile.

"Go, it'll be good practice! I'll wait for you at the cafeteria when we're done." She encouraged him.

He seemed hesitant before nodding and he stood up, "Okay."

Vivian looked at Cindy, silently warning her not to go too far and then she and Finn moved to find a free coach.

So Ah stood up, dusting the back of her pants, voice polite, "I don't think we've properly met before. I'm H–"

"I know who you are and I frankly don't care." Cindy interrupted, not hiding her resentment as she turned around to observe Piers and Ryder fighting, "I want to prove to Captain Redfield that you have to work hard to earn this position."

She glared at the Han girl from the corner of her eyes, "Not like some people."

So Ah blinked, lips parting in surprise. Before she could speak, Ryder let out a grunt, having been brought down to the ground. Piers was standing tall, albeit breathing heavily but it didn't seem like he broke a sweat. Chris kept his broad stance, giving Ryder advice about his fighting technique and Piers only stood beside him, not even offering to help Ryder up.

Ryder was too exhausted to bother a quip or two, so he pushed himself up onto his feet, thanking the captain before walking away, most likely to join his team – or those who finished training.

Cindy silently moved towards the two men and So Ah hastily followed. Piers' eyes darted to Cindy, automatically locking onto the Han girl instead and the corner of his lips twitched upwards.

"Captain, I'd like for you to watch us," Cindy said like a soldier.

Chris glanced over at So Ah, who only shrugged, and looked over at his watch, "I suppose I can squeeze in one more before my lunch break. Also, So Ah."

"Yeah?"

He opened his palm towards her, giving her a firm knowing look, "No phones on training grounds."

Red rushed to her cheeks and she grumbled, avoiding his eyes as she gave him her phone, "Sorry, Captain."

"Don't let it happen again." He waved the phone at her with a subtle smile, not quite mad, "Now go, we don't have all day."

Cindy couldn't believe it. This was the most strict captain?

If Captain Magath catches anyone with their phone when they're supposed to be training, they can kiss their phone goodbye.

"Good luck, Toadette," Piers flashed So Ah a wink and she rolled her eyes, walking past him.

"Eat it, Yoshi."

As So Ah and Cindy got into position, Chris handed Piers the phone who took it and shoved it into his pocket.

"She couldn't have picked anyone else?" Chris asked himself.

Piers looked at him, "What do you mean?"

"What you are to me is exactly what Cindy Lloyd is to Captain Magath," Chris explained, "She's the toughest one in his squad. Maybe So Ah wants to push her limits today."

Piers went quiet, trailing his eyes back to the two girls. Then Chris quipped.

"So, when were you going to tell me that she beat your ass in Mario Kart?"

Piers' eyebrows shot up, pink coating his ears, "She told you?!"

"It's what she told everyone on your team."

As that was happening, So Ah gave Cindy a strange look. The Lloyd girl was stretching her arms and her neck, a masked annoyed look on her face.

"Why'd you pick me?" So Ah voiced her curiosity when Cindy got into position.

"I told you," Cindy eyed her sharply, "To prove to the captain that you have to deserve to be here."

So Ah frowned deeply but didn't say anything, following suit and she threw a glance at Piers who gave her an encouraging look with a thumbs up. That made her chest bloom and she nodded to herself, his presence and support making her more confident.

Alright, she can't be that bad.

Getting into position, she barely blinked before Cindy initiated a fight.

OH SHIT, SHE'S QUICK.

So Ah blocked and dodged most of the attacks, making sure to keep her distance every time Cindy gets too close. That was her technique; defence then switch to offence once the assailant tired out. As she relied mostly on her legs, she needed the space to perform some attacks.

"It's goddamn unfair how they let you in," Cindy breathed heavily, roughly jabbing her side and earning a hitched sound from her, "Some rich pompous girl who doesn't know jack shit."

So Ah kept her mouth shut, glaring at her attacker. She had dealt with enough hate from the public to build some sort of resistance to it. It still hurts like a bitch, knowing that a handful of people continue to blame the Han family for what happened in California a little over a year ago.

And deep inside, she agreed with Cindy. She doesn't deserve to be at the BSAA – not after all the soldiers they had lost trying to capture her at the facility.

Cindy picked up on her always staying far away and growled, charging at her, "Stop running and fight back!"

And she did.

So Ah lowered herself to avoid her swinging arm and shifted her feet. She grabbed onto her arm and flipped her over her back and to the ground with a loud thud.

Cindy grunted, pain shooting through her back and So Ah was quick to step back, trying to keep her breathing stable. Cindy pushed herself up, stumbling a bit as she wiped her jaw from the dirt and sweat.

"You're right, I don't deserve to be here," So Ah said, huffing and narrowing her eyes down, "But I'm here for my family, and I'm not going to let someone like you take that away from me."

Cindy heaved, scoffing, "Someone like me?"

She cracked her knuckles and her demeanour changed into that of controlled rage. So Ah blinked at that, moving one of her feet back to prepare herself for what was to come.

"I'll show you what someone like me can do." Cindy promised with piercing eyes, "And then you'll know who truly belongs here."

The sparring continued, but So Ah noticed she could barely keep up. It was as if she was against Piers – and she never really brought him down. He'd teach her certain moves to stay ahead, but he'd know how to counter them, easily knocking her off her feet.

Piers never really went that easy on her. That was her request; fight her like he fights the other soldiers. Besides, he'd usually treat her with food or a massage to untie any uncomfortable knot in her body.

So Ah hopped back to avoid yet another attack but this time, Cindy picked up on her technique. She swung her leg at her ankles, sending the Han girl down with a gasp.

She tumbled to the ground on her side and tried to get up but she was shoved against the floor. Tears sprang to her eyes instinctively when her nose got hit and then–

"You rich people are the fucking worse," Cindy snapped, setting her bent-up knee on So Ah's midsection, applying pressure which caused the girl to grunt, "Always buying your way into anything."

So Ah knew at that moment that Cindy was taking this spar a bit too seriously. It wasn't to train and enhance her skills. It was personal.

That was not part of the ground rules.

"While we had to work our asses off for a position like yours," Cindy snarled, yanking her right arm to press it bent up against her back in an armlock and pushing her shoulder down to stop her from squirming, "You get to play princess and just waltz in like you own the fucking place."

So Ah wheezed out air at the pressure intensifying on her back and her wrist. She couldn't even look up at Chris or Piers, forcing herself to glare sharply up at Cindy as she kept attempting to struggle back.

Piers threw a glance at the gathering soldiers and he deadpanned at the little snickers and inappropriate comments. God forbid those men get some action in their bedroom.

"Look at that," Piers nudged Chris.

Chris tore his eyes away from the two girls and looked at the audience, unimpressed, "Those men are hopeless."

"I have as much right to be here as you do." So Ah retorted, shifting her other arm so it went bent up in front of her, "I didn't ask for any of this."

"Right, because if it's not for that freaky virus of yours, then maybe they wouldn't have even looked twice at you." Cindy sneered and So Ah's eyes widened.

Another quiet yelp came from her when her arm was tugged and she went to tap the ground to surrender. The ache was getting too much to handle and she really didn't want to deal with any broken bones at the moment.

"No, you fucking don't." Cindy shoved the back of her head down so her mouth was pressed up against her arm, effectively shutting her up and stopping her from tapping out, "You don't get to run from any of this anymore."

That was when Piers looked back, picking up on the uncharacteristic panicking of his girl with her feet scraping the ground to try and gain some leverage against the death grip Cindy had on her.

"Maybe that'll teach you a lesson," Cindy tightened her grip on her wrist, slowly pulling on her arm almost involuntarily, "You're useless here."

The crack was dull but she heard it. Both of them did. So Ah's shriek came out muffled, hitched in her throat and she squeezed her eyes shut at the immense pain shooting from her shoulder and all the way down to her wrist.

The sound seemed to have snapped Cindy out momentarily but it was all So Ah needed to twist her body around to push her off of her. Cindy fell to the side with a huff but grunted when So Ah slammed her foot hard against her chest to kick her away. That forced a series of coughs from the Lloyd girl, holding onto her chest.

So Ah panted heavily, teary eyes wide as she held her arm to her chest. Her chest was heaving as she was gulping air like water, trembling as she tried to hide her pain when multiple footsteps were quickly approaching.

"Hey, hey," Piers was the first to get to her, helping her up with concern written all over his face, "Are you okay?"

So Ah stayed quiet, worried if she'd speak then only pained sounds would emit. She hugged her wrist to her body when Piers gently held her arms, brows furrowed deeply at her silence as he tried to read her.

Multiple coaches were also nearby with Captain Magath's team going up to Cindy, helping her up onto her feet. Chris' team rushed to the Han girl but did not surround her, keeping their distance as they had a vague idea that she didn't really like that much attention.

"So Ah, are you hurt?" Piers pressed on and she shook her head.

Vivian shot Cindy a knowing glare, clearly disappointed at her best friend going too far.

Realization hit her a little too late, Cindy fucked up. She was going to be sent home, losing everything she worked so hard for all because she lost her temper.

"I'm fine," So Ah finally spoke, giving her team a small meek smile, "She just scared me when she had me all pinned."

Chris stepped forward, noting the look of uneasiness on Cindy's face before shifting his attention to the Han girl, voice firm when he spoke.

He was asking for the truth.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Chris asked, snapping his eyes down to her wrist and then back up.

So Ah hesitated for a bit and glanced over at Cindy for a second, nodding. She released her wrist to wave slightly, keeping the movement to the minimum but enough to convince her team that she was good.

"Mhm! All okay! Nothing broken, just another little trick to get away," She giggled nervously, "Sorry I made you guys worry, it won't happen again."

Mutters and murmurs came from the soldiers, gradually dispersing to continue whatever they were doing. Piers stayed close, keeping his perceptive eyes dead set on her arm as Finn gave her a worried frown.

"Are you sure? Your arm seems a bit…"

"I'm okay, Finn. Really. I did the same thing with Piers yesterday," So Ah reassured him and then looked up at Piers, "Right?"

Piers folded his arms, clearly unconvinced. His sharp hazels stayed like a hawk, staring her down.

"Right." He only said.

So Ah tried to seem unphased but knew she could hide nothing from him. Instead, she turned to Finn with that soft smile of hers.

"I'll wash up and we'll meet you at the cafeteria, okay?"

"Okay…" Finn returned the smile timidly, "I'll save us a table. Do you want me to get you any–"

"Go away, Finn." Piers interrupted, not bothering to hide that he wanted a moment with his girlfriend.

So Ah avoided his eyes as the rookie scrambled away, a habit of hers that he didn't really like very much.

If she was flustered and couldn't look him in the eye, then that he adored – but lying?

"Are you planning on keeping this shit up or what?" Piers questioned sharply, referencing her arm.

She rubbed her wrist, muttering lowly, "What's it to you?"

He blinked at her, his brows shooting down to knit in the middle. That pout was back on her lips and he unfolded his arms.

"Ow!" She let out when he flicked the back of her head and her hands shot up to rub the spot but he grabbed her good arm, silently dragging her away.

Anyone could see he was seething.

"Alright, that's enough for today. Hit the showers," Chris called out, his eyes settling on Cindy at the last bit, "And go home."

Fuck, fuck, fuck–

"Are you proud of yourself?" Vivian stepped up to Cindy with a glare.

Cindy could only watch the couple enter the building, the training ground slowly emptying.

She lied.

So Ah lied.

"But she… I actually…" Cindy whispered, "Why would she do that?"

Why didn't she tell them I broke her hand?

"You really don't get any of this," Vivian shook her head with a scoff, crossing her arms as she moved past her.

"Just be happy Captain Magath isn't here to witness this childish side of you."

✠✠

It had been a slow couple of hours of having lunch, spending time at the gym for more training, showering, and finally, she could leave. At the cafeteria, Piers kept trying to convince her to report Cindy while she continued trying to convince him that her hand was fine. It was obvious she was lying, but she wasn’t going to admit it.

Piers had gone silent when she refused and that was when he left the table, leaving his tray of food behind – which was worrying in of itself considering his appetite.

So Ah was standing outside by the gates, eyeing her dominant hand. Twisting it right and left, everything in it was healed as if nothing had ever happened. With a faint whine, she dropped her arm, feeling like utter crap about the sparring session.

Cindy was right – anyone else more worthy could’ve had her position in Chris’ team.

So Ah checked her watch; Piers was late. She knew he was upset, but she didn’t know what was taking him so long. When he left the cafeteria, he was livid. His hands were clenched tightly till his knuckles were white, veins growing more pronounced. She could’ve gone after him but knew he wanted his space.

Chatter reached her ears and she turned her head to look at Finn and Marco. They were making their way towards the gates when they noticed her.

“Hey, Han,” Marco greeted.

“Hey, you two heading home?” So Ah asked with a small smile.

Marco replied, “Nah, there’s a new arcade that opened down the road so we thought we might check it out and then hit the bar later, you wanna come?”

“Oh, no, thank you. I’m waiting on Piers…” She shook her head, glancing over at the building, “Did you guys see him around?”

“I haven’t.” Marco shrugged.

“Last I saw him, he was talking with Chris,” Finn answered and she stiffened.

“Okay, thanks.” So Ah smiled, bowing, “Hope you two have fun tonight.”

“See you around,” Marco chuckled, turning to make his way down the pavement as Finn followed him.

He waved at her with a wide smile, “Have a great weekend!”

She waved back, giggling a bit and then her arm flopped next to her side. Growing anxious by the second, she wrung the straps of her bag as she looked over at the doors. He couldn’t be reporting Cindy himself. He wouldn’t do that.

Would he?

“Where is he…” So Ah muttered to herself, now contemplating going back in.

✠✠

“I still can’t believe you.”

“Seriously, you’re still mad at me?”

Vivian glared at Cindy when she mimicked her tone, “You want me to be over the moon that you broke her goddamn hand? Cindy, if she hadn’t lied for you, you’d be packing your shit by now.”

Cindy went quiet, walking by her to her car. The rest of her day was spent on her nerves, completely expecting Chris to walk into the gym and call her out in front of everyone. Hell, every time she walked by him, she’d be on edge – but he’d only spare her a curt nod and go about his day.

“Ugh, I don’t get why she’d lie but,” Vivian sighed roughly, irritated by the situation and she looked at her friend, “I’d thank her if I were you.”

Cindy scoffed, stopping in her place, “As if.”

“You’re unbelievably dense, it’s insane.” Vivian rolled her eyes as she rounded her car to the driver’s seat, “Whatever, let’s go. I need a drink.”

She opened the door and set her foot inside just as Cindy went to the passenger seat but a voice called out her name.

Instant butterflies fluttered in her stomach and her cheeks reddened when she turned to look at Piers. She had watched enough romcoms that usually this would be the part where a heartfelt confession is made with the sunset giving everything the soft golden glow.

The way Piers stood with that dry look on his face though; she knew it was about his girlfriend.

He asked, “Do you have a minute?”

Cindy faced Vivian, nodding at her, “I’ll meet you at the bar.”

“Okay…” Vivian gave her a knowing but unsure look then barely waved at the male soldier, “Bye, Piers.”

Piers only nodded and the car roared to life before driving off. Cindy turned to him as if timid. They barely had any one-on-one talks, more focused on their job than chitchatting. She’d gaze at him from afar, knowing to keep her distance as he was persistent in his training to be the greatest soldier.

Yet, it didn’t seem to have been the same case when she joined the BSAA, all shy and anxious. Chris had given So Ah an encouraging pat on the back with an equally encouraging smile, lightly shoving her towards Piers who stood there with folded arms.

His eyes, at first, were harsh but they have grown gentler by the second they spend time together. He was her trainer as Chris had trusted Piers quite enough. With the Hans still on thin ice, So Ah was expected to be around people she was sure wouldn’t hurt her.

But why her?

Cindy kept her distance because she thought Piers was doing the same – but the guy wouldn’t even spare her a second look whenever they’d cross by each other in the hallways.

“What do you want to talk about?” She asked, initiating the conversation to try and cut the suffocating silence.

“That stunt you pulled back there.” He merely said, his hazel eyes focused on hers when she didn’t say anything, “You’re really lucky she doesn’t want Chris or your captain to know about it.”

“Yet she told you,” Cindy retorted, “Captain Redfield’s second in command.”

“She didn’t say anything. I can tell when she’s lying.” Pier scoffed, crossing his arms, “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t report you.”

Cindy bit her bottom lip, brows twitching and her heart wrenched into itself, “What do you see in her?”

It was his turn to be surprised.

“Huh?”

“What do you see in her?” She only repeated.

His brows furrowed deeply, confused, “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Everything.” Cindy answered, gesturing around her vaguely, “I read the papers you’ve written about the H-Outbreak. I know about all the soldiers we have lost because of her.”

She breathed in, narrowing her eyes at him, “Even till the end of that night, you too almost died saving her. What the hell is she good for when all she does is run?”

Piers stepped close with his voice dropping an octave, unfolding his arms, “Watch it, you don’t get to talk like that about her–”

“Then who can?!” Cindy shot back, “It’s like she’d got the entirety of the BSAA in a trance or something because any normal person would see who she really is!”

She groaned, rubbing her face, mumbling, “I expected way more from the legendary Chris Redfield and Piers Nivans,” She snapped her eyes to him, moving close, “You and I know how much of a waste she is. We both rank high in our teams, so what is it about her? Pity?”

Piers stared at her darkly, approaching her, “So that’s what it is? Jealousy?”

“What?” She reeled back, defending herself, “I’m not jealous of her. Why would I be–”

“That’s bullshit.” He scoffed, “I’ve seen how you act whenever I’m around, I’m not stupid. My whole shtick is subtlety.”

“What’s more stupid is the fact you think I’d ever be with you with how you are with your teammates.” He basically scolded, “We at the BSAA treat everyone like one big family, not our personal punching bags.”

Her face had gone redder at the fact he knew about her feelings towards him. Utterly aghast, Cindy was speechless and flustered, still processing his words. He rejected her before she could even think about confessing.

Piers straightened up, exhaling through his nose with a slitted look, “So I’d suggest you apologize to her.”

“Funny, because my friend said I should thank her for…” Cindy spoke quietly, trailing her stinging eyes down, “For not telling Chris about what I did.”

Piers huffed, rudely retorting, “Glad to see someone in your team has some common sense.”

“And If I don’t?”

He tilted his head to the side, brows knitting in the middle, “Excuse me?”

“What are you going to do? Snitch on me?” Cindy stood her ground, glaring back at him through a sheer wall of tears, “That… Han bitch deserved it and you know damn well it’s so unfair that she gets to be a part of your team. She had that freaky viral outbreak from her own facility that made everything so much easier for her! Killing millions just to be accepted into the BSAA's top team?!”

Heaving in air shakily, she ended with resentment heavy in her tone, “If I could go back in time to that moment, I’d do it all over again.”

Any hint of peace in his honey eyes disappeared, sharpening down to a piercing glare at that last bit. He snapped at this, towering over her with an intimidating concealed anger in his eyes. She didn’t step back but her whole body froze at the close proximity.

“You better watch your mouth,” He snapped lowly, “So Ah is the kindest person you can ever meet and you could always count on her when in a rut. Despite you having a stick up your ass all the damn time, she still thinks you don’t deserve any punishment.”

Piers then sneered, “What does that sound to you?”

Cindy stared up at him, lips parting; no way was he…

“Sounds to me like you love her…” She replied, picking up on the way he froze at her words, “Which makes you biased.”

Piers shook his head incredulously, moving away from her, “Believe whatever you want, Lloyd. Worry about getting your shit together because you won’t be so lucky next time.”

Something was swirling in his eyes endlessly. Was he in denial?

“What is that supposed to mean?!” She asked aloud as he was leaving her.

Piers stopped to partially look at her over his shoulder, glaring at her as his voice was dangerously calm, “It means if you lay a finger on her again, you can kiss your position goodbye.”

✠✠

Intersect at O, Washington DC.

A foot reached out from beneath the water and shut the tap water to stop the tub from overflowing. So Ah tilted her head back onto the folded towel with a heavy sigh, closing her eyes in the process.

A nice hot bath after a harsh training day at work was always heavenly. It eased all of her nerves, making her feel like jello. The scent of vanilla and Shea butter filled the bathroom, causing her to relax even more with a hum.

Letting her mind wander, So Ah couldn't help but think about her sparring session with Cindy. The hatred in her eyes reminded her so much of the ones at the pharmacy where a grieving man had a gun on her. Except for the ones of the man was agony – Cindy had pure resentment.

She didn't know why the first thing she did was lie. Even Cecile told her that she should've told Chris or any captain but So Ah couldn't. The girl was younger than her and around Piers' age. It didn't help that Cindy also seemed to like Piers a bit too much to be considered 'just co-workers'.

Cindy most likely thought her joining the BSAA on the whim was unfair – which So Ah would agree with. She doesn't get hefty missions as she has press conferences to attend. All she'd do was train and get her usual check-ups on the virus in her – and the tracker embedded into her spine.

Yet, despite all of that, So Ah was a soldier at the BSAA for one thing and one thing only.

To clear her family's name.

Fluttering her eyes slightly open, So Ah stared silently at the ceiling.

Piers didn't show up when she waited outside for him. Seojun had arrived and she couldn't stay longer. She ended up texting him that she had to go home and all she got in return was; okay, stay safe.

Which was weird.

She called him when she got home like she usually did and he didn't pick up.

Which was weirder.

Ever since Cindy broke her wrist, Piers was intimidatingly silent. He'd press on, insisting that she tells Chris or even Magath when he returns from his mission. She fully believed Cindy was just not mature enough to really understand her case.

And she fully deserved that injury.

She had it easy her whole life, she didn't want anyone to be easy on her or treat her like a secret bodyguard for the Hans would jump them if they even looked at her wrong.

Piers was understandably upset when she refused to report her. That was when he left the cafeteria. He couldn't stand watching her getting pushed around anymore; much even watching her taking everything.

So Ah sighed, blowing bubbles underwater with a pout. Maybe she could call him again and–

Ringing coming from her phone interrupted her train of thought and she never scrambled so quickly to dry her hands and reach for her phone. Her heart skipped a beat at the contact and answered the phone.

“Piers! Hi!” She winced at the excitement in her tone, hearing him chuckle lightly.

“Hey, baby, what’s up?”

“Nothing much, just taking a bath. I might paint later. What about…” So Ah shifted to lay comfortably, eyes on the ceiling, “What about you?”

“Just out,” He said and she could make out the distant busy road on the other end, “Sorry I couldn’t see you after work today.”

“No, no, it’s okay.” She reassured him, recalling what Finn told her, “You were busy.”

It was quiet for a second before he spoke, his tone changing to that that brought her butterflies, “What are you doing tonight?”

She tilted her head to the side, “Uh… Nothing actually, why?”

“Okay, now you’ve got plans.” Piers asserted, “I’m coming over.”

“Oh!” So Ah straightened up in surprise, the water splashing over the tub at her movement, “Okay! What do you wanna do?”

“Doesn’t matter, we could sit and watch paint dry for all I care,” Piers shrugged with a snicker, “I just wanna see you.”

Holy GOD.

“O–okay…” So Ah whispered, clearly growing flustered at how blunt he was.

She could hear the smirk on his lips when he spoke, “I need around thirty minutes, is that good?”

“Mhm, it’s good.”

“Okay, see you later.”

“Bye…” So Ah lowered the phone, cheeks still blazing red and she muffled her giddy squeals into the rolled-up towel. She should get up and fix herself up before he'd arrive. Remembering what Cecile told her, So Ah bit the inside of her cheek.

Tonight might be the night if she plays her cards right – and doesn't purposefully try to lose instead to save herself the anxiety of him seeing her completely naked for the first time.

She shook her head as she unplugged the bathtub and slowly stood up to finish showering.

Ah, please let tonight go well.

✠✠

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Friend Corp Session 1 went... interesting.

So to just quickly clear up any confusion as to how I'm documenting everything. I'm going to be recording every session I play of this and piecing together a whole documentary style playthrough video at the end, but each session I'm coming back to you guys with screenshots, updates, general questions as to which abnos we should be looking for, and overall just letting you know how things are going along the way. Come the final push to day 50 I might end up streaming it because as a vtuber I do occasionally stream (I've been garbage about my schedule lately lol) and I think it would be fun to actually let people come out and be there for the finale. I also quickly want to say that the name "Friend Corp" comes from Firebuug who left this comment on the post which was what prompted me to start calling it Friend Corp, so full credit for the name goes to our fellow friend Firebuug:

In other news, I just wrapped a 2 hour session that takes us through to the start of Security/Safety team and I thought I'd let you all in on the details.

Quick reminder: Nugget submissions are by no means cut off or stopped, the facility still needs your help!

Starting from the beginning we start Day 1 with our Friend Corp Communal Nugget OC reveal! Please welcome DIA!

So as you likely know, there is a list for Friend Corp that has all the currently enlisted nuggets along with their creators/owners. In a way the nuggets are there to represent the people who submitted them, and I totally understand if you don't have a nugget but don't want to be left out, so hey good news Dia is here as EVERYONE'S nugget. Dia represents the entire Friend Corp community. No single one of us own Dia, but rather we all collectively own Dia as a community so by all means feel free to project any sorta headcanons or whatever you want for them. Dia is our nugget comrade!

Day 1 goes by without a hitch and we're on to day 2!

Day 2 we hire our first Community Nugget: Marx [@something-soup-something]

The first abnormality we pick up (after One Sin of course) is Old Lady, not my favorite day 2 pick but she'll be useful to us both for ranged white damage and as a good early game Temperance trainer.

Thankfully Marx seems just fine handling the Old Lady

Despite being fresh off recruitment, Marx absolutely crushes it on day 2 gaining enough Temperance to be promoted to level 2 by the end of the day. Meanwhile Dia has picked up some new fashion having earned the EGO gift Penitence:

Day 3 is right around the corner, and while we pick up 1.76 MHz we also pick up a new friend in hiring Rain [@ordei]

Nothing too noteworthy happens this day outside of Dia being promoted to level 2.

Day 4 we pick up the Heart of Aspiration and it's business as usual!

Between Dia, Marx, and Rain the Control Department runs like a well oiled machine each swapping off with a different abnormality every so often to train each of the necessary early game stats. We want at least level 2 for Justice, Prudence and Fortitude and level 3 for Temperance but I was blown away by just how much these nuggets improved!

With Marx already moving up to Level 3 and Rain following close behind at Level 2 it was becoming clear to me that these nuggets were clearly tapping into the forbidden power, the power of Friend Corp.

Day 5 is an absolute breeze, no new recruits as at the time of this session these 3 were the only members of the Control Department but after the impressive display on Day 4 I was confident they had it in them to absolutely crush the new quota.

and just look at em go! These lads are professionals, we're producing energy outputs in the high 80 - 90% success rates consistently and due to how many Teths and how few Zayins we're working with stat progression is through the roof for early game.

The Old Lady decided to give her new friends Marx and Rain some glasses, which are very cute;

Though I did find it funny how despite having the Penitence EGO gift, Dia refused to wear it.

Dia really said "the giant floating skull gave me a crown of thorns, but I stay silly"

and after about exactly 15 minutes of grinding we end Day 5 with Marx hitting LEVEL 4?! Dia already reaching Level 3 and Rain bumping Justice from 2 > 3

Things really are looking up for Friend Corp!

Day 6 and we get to pick a new abno!

I was faced with a moral decision, remembering the ProjectMoon Abnormality Sexymonster Polls outcome I felt like I had to give this one to the Cherry Blossom squad since Fairy Festival beat em by a mere 3%!

But who will be in charge of the Cherry Blossom? Well none other than our resident Info team specialists: Yuri [@polyydeucess] (who's eyes might be wrong but don't worry we can go back and fix em if needed since I have no idea what they look like under the Judgement Bird bandages)

AND Julian [@firebuug]

I decided to hire 2 Agents on Day 6 since this is the first day we'll be dealing with Ordeals and I needed all the help I could get.

In retrospect I played this WAY too safe, the Friend Corp squad are no pushovers and backed by not only the Heart of Aspiration but two gunslingers with very high attack speed and the absolute mad lad Dia who will throw themself into danger without a second thought, the squad was more than capable of handling Doubt.

Day 6 wasn't quite as eventful as some of the others, and took nearly twice as long; but it was a fruitful day never the less.

Day 7 starts with us taking The Lady Facing The Wall because yes we DO need more White Damage Ranged Weapons we didn't have enough between Old Lady, AND Grave of Cherry Blossoms!

our first Panic goes to Julian! I couldn't stop laughing because everyone enters the hallway and calms Julian almost instantly, but the damn clerk who DARED to shoot at Julian must face consequences for their careless actions!

Despite being stabilized Julian delivers the final blow. That'll surely send a message to the rest of the clerks, this is Friend Corp if you partake in unfriendly behavior you will be put down. Shooting people isn't very friendly!

The rest of Day 7 goes smoothly with Rain being promoted to level 3, unfortunately both Julian and Yuri are really taking their time with the stat gains, which is fair given they have a single abno between them and are mostly assisting with security measures and responding to meltdowns.

On Day 8 we pick up Fragment of the Universe... and Julian panics again but thankfully Julian's good friend Rain is right there to lend a hand!

However this isn't before Julian makes a point to add 1 more to the kill count of Clerks who behaved in an unfriendly manner!

This frame right here kills me, JULIAN PUT THE GUN DOWN JULIAN NO RAIN IS A FRIEND!

By now the team has become strong, they've learned to fight together, to work as a team, to play to each others strengths and cover each others weaknesses.

Challenges and Ordeals that once seemed like a threat were now nothing to them. We may be understaffed, but the staff we do have sure knows how to pull out all the stops!

We did run into one small problem... but thankfully as a Veteran Manager I knew how to handle it.

By the end of Day 8 Dia and Rain both reached Level 4, and Yuri had made the advancement to Level 2!

Things were getting difficult, with so many Abnormalities that needed tending to and with so few employees to handle the meltdowns I was having to pick and choose which abnormalities to let meltdown (typically the non escape ones) and recovering the energy cost wherever I could.

But this is Lobotomy Corporation, where we face the fear and build the future; so rather than stop we press on to Day 9 picking up Skin Prophecy.

WE ALMOST LOSE MARX ON DAY 9

MARX WAS SO READY TO GO IN THERE THE DOOR WAS OPEN AND EVERYTHING. The dangers of playing on 3x speed constantly.

Thankfully no one was lost and we didn't have to restart the day, actually so far; we haven't had to reset at all which is amazing considering how stupid risky I'm playing.

Other than Marx almost getting eaten by a tree Day 9 goes fairly well, both Yuri and Julian get promotions to levels 2 and 3 respectively, couldn't be more proud of those lads.

Day 10 was no different than the last, just less near death encounters with trees. Rain began working more and more with Old Lady, Marx became our 1.76 MHz specialist, meanwhile Julian befriended the Fragment of the Universe while Yuri attempted to make sense of the Lady Facing The Wall. Everyone had a job and was getting better and better at it, obtaining new EGO gear, gifts, and weapons; becoming more and more honed to their craft; and at the end of the shift on Day 10 we achieved our first Level 5 agent with Marx hitting rank 5 Temperance and being Promoted to essentially being the emergency "please go work with [thing melting down] because I trust you won't immediately die" nugget. Congratulations Marx!

At the Dawn of Day 11 we pick up Fairy Festival as the other options were both HE level abnos we're in no way prepared for yet. However with the opening of the Security team and no one to tend to it's abnos we were back to the hiring process to pick up Reinhardt! [@branch-wdk53]

Day 11 was going so well, everyone was doing their silly little tasks and then I forgot that this was the first day we could encounter Noon Ordeals and well...

SO WE ENDED THE DAY THERE BECAUSE I WASN'T GONNA LET THE LAD DIE LIKE THAT.

The last Abno we pick up for the current session is Funeral, I figured since I know the reference image of Reinhardt I have shows them using the EGO I should probably pick it up at some point and we're going to need some manageable escape type abnos for the suppression missions.

Tumblr will only allow 30 images per post so I can't include the facility and bonus pictures of the nugget interactions in this post, but I will follow this post up with another shortly to include some extra little screenshots I grabbed for you guys to keep you up to date on everyone's current status.

#Friend Corp #I love all your silly blorbos #WELCOME DIA EVERYONE #DIA IS SUCH A GOOD BEAN

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weirdlet · 6 months

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you know what, I have nothing better to do while waiting for background check and flailing nervously over 'can I do 9-5 and not crash', so I'm going to write up last week's session (this week's called on account of Halloween)

So! When last we left our bold heroes, we'd just spent two years of downtime growing into our home-base of Leilon. Our wizard studied, our former wizard ran the town council, our revenant ranger/rogue skulked about learning about his foes, our paladin ran her village, our barbarian formed the village police. Glory and Carver got married, and you can read that write-up here- Right around a year in, there was a visit from a boatload of giants, claiming Leilon as 'Little Mintarn' due to the massive influx of Mintarn peoples, and therefore a client state of 'Hogarth'(? my hearing sucks, I know that's not his name) the ancient red wyrm that demands tribute every few years. We tell them to fuck off, and spend the next year preparing. A few days after scheduled, the boat of giants arrives.

Carver, the now immensely powerful cleric, is on the other beach with civilians, handling that story-wise and making up the backup in case anything makes it to proper shore. Meanwhile, there's a series of little islands out in the bay that most ships have to pass to get into the harbor- and the bay is further blockaded by floats of barrels and flotsam lashed together to push our enemies where we want them to go. Trinidad swims out (swim speed, and breathes under water!) and rips holes out of the bottoms of their boats, then swims back.

On the shore, we stand with ballistas and gathered archers and mercenaries (see last episode about the dissolution and dispersal of the White Sails). By the time the two remaining ships of giants arrive on shore, we have been sighting and picking a very few of them off from a distance- fire and frost giants, and hill giants and ogres with howdahs on their backs full of goblins. But when they hit the shore, that's when things really get interesting.

Did you know a 15th level wizard can just fuckin... reverse gravity? Because I didn't.

So while on one side Alain the revenant brought back to create justice is laying waste about him with his ballista installation, on the other we have a ship full of floating, angry giants, just- drifting on up into the sky. Their ship is on fire, they're being shot at by a tiefling with 8d6 sneak attack and a generous DM, chased by an angry paladin, and shit is generally not going their way. The fire giants at least are throwing flaming debris at us, but we're ducking and weaving and hiding behind the peaked roofs of the administrative buildings that have been evacuated to ready us for this assault.

There was a cloud giant who initially said he was just an observer- and then tried the whammy on Alain to get him to turn the ballista on us.

Tried.

It did not go well for him.

One frost giant actually made it up onto the shore and started laying waste to the mercenaries on the ground, whomst were healed several times by Maeve the paladin using made-up mass combat rules, but took heavy losses as he started stomping around. Just as she was taking him out at the knee, Sorianna our wizard releases the reverse gravity spell-

-and the boat turns to flinders as most of its already softened-up residents are turned into jelly by the unforgiving ocean floor. Because control water is a cleric spell, and there just happened to be an interested party on a further shore.

The fight ran long, so we wrapped it up pretty quickly after that, but there was a solid implication of 'home for tea and medals' and there's definitely going to be some relieved kissing by the (un)holy-husbands.

Next week's homework- what's the worst trick your character ever played on someone, or- what's your character's favorite, 'try and take this from me and you will draw back a stump' kind of treat? It's also mentioned that- due to other world events of the previous campaign- basically, our group? At fifteenth level and having achieved a certain amount of notoriety for slaying dragons and basically pacifying the region- we are the cavalry for handling shit like this. So the Lords' Alliance wants to talk to us about that red dragon and his flunkies that have been burning and pillaging...

#Glory's Travails #D&D shenanigans

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yourarmsmyhome · 7 months

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Okay, had to work through the worrying news, by writing things...

Here is a short little story, mostly fluffy and comforting but with some anxiety sprinkled in, because that's how I process my own.

Minsung-centric because I love my little chopsticks, but others are mentioned too. And I hope with all my heart that everybody involved is actually doing okay and it's as minor as JYPE announced.

Didn't proofread cause I do not care right now, but feel free to point out the mistakes if you want to :)

Baiii

They were in the studio when the call from their manager came in. It was late, or early, depending on who was being asked. For a second Jisung thought Chan wouldn't pick up, they were almost finished with the last edits to one of the comeback tracks, and they both wanted to be done for the day. There was a moment of hesitation, but then Chan accepted the call and put the phone on speaker.

"Everything okay?"

There was a rustling noise on the other side of the line, followed by a lot of voices in the background, before they could finally hear their manager "Chan-ah, bad news, we're in the hospital, there was a small accident."

Jisung's heart dropped, he jumped up from the chair he was sitting on, making it tumble over with a loud rattle in the process. Chan, held his hand out for Jisung to hold onto, waiting for more information, anything else.

The manager took another breath, before continuing: "Sorry to call you this late, but I think there's going to be a bunch of changes in the schedule. And I know you like to be informed right away. Everybody's getting checked up now, so we should know details soon, but I still wanted to call."

Chan's voice was raspy when he shook himself out of his stupor "How bad was the accident?"

Jisung's hand darted to his phone, he hadn't checked it in the last few hours because they were in the zone. He thumbed through a few notifications, before landing on a text from Minho: 'Hi Jagiya, finally on our way home. Hope you had a good studio session.'

Jisung was shaking, he couldn't hear the manager's response, or Chan's further inquiries. His throat went dry, throat and chest constricting, his breathing growing more and more shallow. What if something really bad happened, what if they could never perform again, what if they couldn't be Stray Kids anymore, what if Minho got terribly hurt, what if he couldn't dance anymore, what if they would lose everything they worked so hard for, what if something terrible happened, what if they died, what if. Chan was in front of him, holding his shoulders, eyes fixated on Jisung's face, he was saying something but Jisung had to blink multiple times and shake himself free from the looping thoughts to finally hear.

"Hannie, they're okay, they're going to be okay. It was a small accident, they're bruised and shaken up, they're being checked for anything serious but they're okay. You're okay Hannie! Come on breathe with me!"

Chan wrapped him into a tight hug and started breathing in deeply, gently counting to 4, holding for 4, breathing out for 4, holding for 4. After a few rounds Jisung's brain finally recalibrated and allowed him to relax into Chan's arms.

"Can we? Can we go see them?"

Chan nodded his head, "Manager-nim send me the address. He said they should be done soon but to text him if we're on our way, so we can go now if you want."

Jisung nodded "Please Chan Hyung, can we please go?"

Chan just grabbed Jisung by the arm and pulled them out the door. The cab ride was way too slow, Jisung's knee trembling, his hands flexing and unflexing, knuckles white from the pressure of his nails digging into his palms, eyes staring out the window but not registering anything. Chan's side was silent, except for the soft notification sounds of texts coming in. When they got to the hospital, Jisung darted out of the car, only to realize that he didn't know where to go and was again stopped in his tracks, breath coming in in short bursts, his lips pulled between his teeth.

Chan was next to him a few seconds later, grabbing him by the arm and leading him into the brightly light hospital. They stopped at the front desk for a moment, the conversations like jibberish to Jisung's brain, then they were moving again, taking an elevator, walking through a corridor, until they finally knocked on a door. Jisung's breath caught once it opened and a tired but standing Minho opened the door. Everything released in him in that moment, a sob pushing it's way out of his chest, tears streaming down his cheeks. And Minho was there, arms wrapped tightly around Jisung, warm hands on his back, Minho's scent mixed with desinfectant and hospital air in Jisung's nose, his voice reaching the deepest places in Jisung's heart.

"I'm okay Jagi! We're all okay!" Jisung sobbed against Minho's neck again, not allowing their embrace to losen, not allowing Minho to leave him for one second.

"I'm sorry we scared you Jagiya, my phone broke in the accident and it's just been non stop. I wish I could have called you or texted you to tell you that I'm okay. Please breathe baby. Hyunjin and Seungmin are next door waiting for results, but we're all okay. Thank you for coming though." Minho smiled against Jisung's cheek and pressed a soft kiss against the heated skin.

Jisung's body felt fuzzy, not real, like he was a ghost floating in Minho's embrace, alive, still alive, slowly connecting the dots, reconnecting with the sensations of his body. Slowly remembering how to breath, how to blink, how to feel Minho's body pressed against his own, and then finally the thought sunk in. Everyhing was mostly okay, his friends were okay, his Minho was okay. Everything was going to be okay!

#minsung #anxiety #b writes #han jisung x lee minho #han jisung fluff #han jisung #lino yah #channie

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aneenasevla · 2 years

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Spookengan 6 - Cold Shoulders

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Made in Collab with @useless-bi-otch

After the night shift, when the sun was up, she would go home from the bar, but she decided to walk to her “friend’s” house. Well, if she could call him that. He was a guy she knew and, as much as she liked him, he wasn't interested in anything more than a friendship with benefits. She respected that, but that didn't stop her from wanting to see him. Maybe, at that time of day, he was training in the park near his place, and, as she'd guessed, there he was.

There were no people around at this time of the morning, and all she could think was that the park's most frequent visitors were missing out on a very interesting spectacle. Despite how cold it was, Himuro wore nothing but sweatpants, the muscles in his arms and chest clearly visible, tense and sweaty as they flexed. He was shadowboxing, apparently, punishing the autumn air with his quick, precise jabs, also topping it off with a few kicks, his eyes intense and focused.

She leans against a wall, enjoying the view. It wasn't news to anyone that this guy was quite handsome, his tanned skin almost glowing in the weak morning sun, his short white hair bouncing with his movements. She was just a little upset that he wasn't hers, but she didn't mind sharing. That man was too much of a catch to keep him from the rest of the world. And she had come to get the little piece of him that was her due.

Himuro stopped his morning training, breathing in and out to slow his heartbeats, when he finally sensed her presence behind him. His tension is quickly replaced by exasperation. He doesn't turn around as he walks over to a bench, picking up the towel he'd left there earlier and wiping the sweat off his skin, his eyes closed.

"I thought assassins were more stealthy than that", He grumbles as he dries his hair "How long have you been there?"

"Good morning, Ryo" she rolls her silver, abyss-sunken eyes, smiling sideways "And if you don't know how long I've been here, then I was stealthy enough. I could've stabbed you while you're distracted" she puffs out the cigarette smoke, and it looked like a dragon's breath on the cold autumn morning.

"I'd like to see you try", He grunts, dropping the towel back on the bench and stretching his limbs "Anyway… you're way ahead of your usual schedule. Got bored and decided to look for me?"

“Actually, I just wanted to see you. And according to my usual schedule, I'd technically be late, but now that I have a job, this is the only free time I have", she throws the cigarette butt into a garbage can nearby after putting it out on the wall she was leaning against "And besides, do I have to make an appointment to hang with my friends now?"

"It would be the polite thing to do, but if we haven't started like this before, we're surely not gonna start now" He rolls his eyes and turns to her, still stretching "And you're already here, anyway, so screw it. I've finished my morning training routine. If you'd come earlier, I'd have invited you to a sparring session…"

“That's fine. I'm kinda tired today” she shrugs. And them looks at him when he stares at her "What? I get tired too, y'know. Or did you forget that we finish our “horizontal spar sessions” with me always asking for a break first?", she laughs when he widens his eyes with surprise, but he recovers quickly with a smug, if embarrassed half-grim.

"Heh. That's what usually happens to anyone who sleeps with me. I always give my best and end up ruining men for you all. But if you're tired, I imagine you didn't come for that either, right?" He looks to the side, trying to play it cool "It’s too early, I was planning to head back to my place and get back under the blankets..."

"Heh, cocky bastard… and what a coincidence, I thought the same thing", she smiles, a little mischievously, getting closer when she felt she'd been given carte blanche "But in your place instead of mine. I've been wondering if I should buy a body pillow and print your face on it..."

Himuro didn't know whether to be flattered or creeped out by that thought. But maybe he should tell her to do just that, then she wouldn't bother him so much if she had an inanimate substitute always on hand…

But if that happened, he'd kind of lose a bedmate. And as annoying as she was, this was going to be a cold, dreary autumn, and having company under the warm covers was always nice…

And speaking of the cold, it had his full attention now that he wasn't moving around so hard anymore, biting him on his unprotected arms, torso and face. He shudders involuntarily, trying to cover it by saying: "Do as you wish. I wouldn't be surprised if you weren't even the first to do that..."

She watches aKure Youko lit a menthol cigarette while walking down the empty street at five in the morning.

s he shivers, and her smile fades.

"Yeah…" she sighs a little "I don't think I'm your first on pretty much anything" she says in a playful gesture. And then she takes off her coat, covering his shoulders with it "Come on, it's getting cold", she nods in the direction of his apartment complex, and doesn't wait for him to answer, walking slowly towards the building.

He shivers again, but for different reasons, as he feels the terry cloth covering him. He looks up and sees her walk away, startled, registering her voice tone, her words…

Fucking hell, why was he feeling guilty now? She had brought that on herself, damn it! Chasing him down, invading his apartment, his personal space, his life, all without even asking…!

And yet, the warm feeling of her coat around his shoulders didn't bring him the sense of revulsion he used to associate with her. On the contrary. Its scent even soothed him…

She hears him quicken his pace to keep up with her. There's an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds, until he finally says, in a low, contemplative voice "You're the first to crash at my place like that, though."

She smiles a little, without showing her teeth "Heh. Not because you wanted to, anyway" she laughs softly, a little embarrassed "But I'm happy about it. Thanks…" she taps her hip lightly against his "Breakfast’s on me, Mr. Gigolo."

He rolls his eyes at the nickname, trying not to smile and failing miserably.

"Yeah, I didn't, but when in hell, embrace the devil. Isn't that what they say?" He arches an eyebrow at her "I can do just that later, as a thanks for the food."

"That's exactly what 'Gigolo' means", she laughs at his face when he frowns "I'm kidding. I'd love it."

He almost responds with a ’me too’. Almost. But he manages to hold it back, limiting himself to give her hip a tap of his own.

He needed to be careful, or else he would start to really enjoy this routine with her. He desperately wanted the warmer months to come back soon, then he wouldn't miss the warmity of her body as he did now.

Next Chapter Here

#kengan ashura #kengan omega #kenganverse #heavybakery #limepie #kengan oc #fanfiction #himuro ryo #spookengan #spookenganchallenge #autumn #fall leaves #autumn leaves

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fenimores-book-nook · 3 months

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Day 19 <3

Late night writing ~ 10:26 pm January 18th, 2024, Thursday

I'm currently sitting on the floor in front of our heater, getting all nice and cozy. :) I was checking some updates and felt in the mood to do a quick lil' writing. Which might be shorter than normal since I am pretty tired. ;)

To start out, I'll say that my day today was a good one! Which is something that I need to focus on more: the good things that happen in the day. Work was pretty good, I had a good vibe going with customers-it was a day where I felt very happy to have my job. <3 Other than it being cold in the shop, it was a good shift! (the heater has been having a hard time catching up to the cold weather lately) After work I stopped by the library (for the second time in a row) to pick up some books. :) I had stopped by yesterday and got a pile of graphic novels, then after reading one of them I really wanted to go get more of the books from the same author.

I have very much been in the mood to read good-feel graphic novels, mostly middle-grade type books, but I love them. They give me just the right amount of comfort and interest. :)

So at the library I picked up only one other book by this author, since there was only one left, but I grabbed two other books that seemed interesting. I had been trying to scope out some graphic novels with Aspec representation and where with some of them, I can just view it from that perspective, but I only ended up finding one that really sounds like it has that representation. I haven't read it yet but I guarantee that I'll be writing about it. ;)

(illustration I found on pinterest) <3

When I got home, I chilled a bit and watched some Doctor Who, ate lunch, watched some Hilda (just started and I love it so much), took a nap, and then took a shower before my plans for the evening. It was one of those "Third Thursday" events I've written about in past posts. :) I met up with one of my friends and we went to it together. It was a fun time, I'm glad I was able to go and hang out!

I came home a little after 8:30, when it had been snowing again-ahg-but it seemed like very light snow. It was mainly very windy, but hopefully soon the spring weather finally starts blooming its flowers! I chatted with my mom for a little while, then changed into comfy pajamas and nestled onto the couch to read. I finished Remarkably Ruby earlier when I came home from work and started the other book from that author: Just Jaime. So I read that one for quite some time until I wanted to snack on some, well, snacks, and put on Hilda. And now, I'm writing. ;)

I have some fun weekend plans too! Tomorrow, I work my normal schedule, then, at 6 I have my DnD (Dungeons and Dragons) meeting with my sister, brother-in-law, and my brother-in-law's best friend. I know it sounds like a strange mix of people, but it's actually so much fun. I *think* we're ready for either session 4 or session 5, but I am excited! My sister and her hubby (bro-in-law) will pick me up for it since I'm going to be crashing at their apartment for the weekend! I thought it would be fun to hang out with them again since I hadn't for a while. Plus, I think I could use a change of scenery, even if that scenery change is only 45 minutes away. ;) So, I'll be going home with them too and staying until Sunday, when my parents will pick me up and I'll go to their church with them and Bible study! I am a bit excited for that as well, hopefully it'll be a good time!

The pretty sky this morning. :)

So, lots of fun things happening. I've been feeling like I should do more when I come home from work, though I just rarely ever feel like it. But, I mean, if I'm filling my days with good things for me that I enjoy, then that's great! I think I gotta get it out of my head that I have to be doing all these things that I don't really want to do. It probably plays in with the fact that most of my friends are in college and seem to be doing bigger things right now. Which sure, they are doing great things, but so am I!! And I just need to realize that and remind myself of that more often. Just because my life doesn't look like theirs does not mean that mine isn't lovely and successful and just enjoyable! I'm doing great, and that's something I gotta tell myself more often. :) (and if it's something you need to do too, here is your reminder!)

Well folks, I'll see you in the next one,

Thalia <3

#journaling #focusing on me writing series #day nineteen #hilda netflix #books #good days :)#aspec

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maybeitsomidlifecrisis · 2 years

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Father's hug your kids because they can be removed from your life by narcissistic sociopaths, the family courts aid in these atrocious acts by keeping complacent judges staffed.

Local law enforcement as we've seen recently seen, picks which fights to fight, and which laws (penal codes) to enforce. And when you ask them why they don't enforce it, they're trained response is, its a civil matter.... Which it's not.

25.03 interference with child custody. It's right there in the title. But yet they don't enforce it, nor will any judge that I've been before.

Pre Covid I had to force my kids moms to court by having the domestic relations office force them to court. What a fucking joke that was....

The first step was making me take a parenting class... the states answer to MY visitation rights being violated for over 6.5 years.

I went one a week every Wednesday, I'd take an hour bus ride 6 miles from my work, to sit in a room with other men who, had similar situations. They would make us watch Mrs Doubtfire... a couple that splits and tries to coparent but the mothers a bitch and restricts the father from being in his kids lives, so he has to go undercover as a maid to spend time with his kids....

This is the world that we have allowed to become, where an outside entity will separate children from their parents based off of the best interest of the child, AND make one party responsible solely financially responsible...ONE party wins the others fucked.

The people in charge have turned child support into a racquet, visitation never gets enforced with jail time and fines, both of which I've done. I've been to jail for child support because the judge of that court always treated the men like shit, and would talk shit to me when I wasn't able to bring 1500 to court, I had the money from my checks and by borrowing money from friends. I went to jail for contempt, I got tired of being talked down to by the judge, so he put me in jail.

I've been to court to enforce visitation twice, brought years worth of receipts showing I was at the visitation spot on time, every Wednesday, first, third, and fifth weekends. No fines no punishment nothing. The only thing that happens when I go is I end up paying more money in child support.

I have no money for a lawyer, I tried to get them to declare me indigent. I have a good paying dead end job, which I'm supposed to provide health benefits, I pay for the family plan, my kids have insurance cards with their names on them, but they've never had them. They moms have them on medicaid further milking the over worked system.

I'm forced to pay Interest on money that's not borrowed but charged to me under the guise of medical support.. what kind of bullshit?

The most heartbreaking part for me is after I finished the parenting course I had to talk with a shrink, to make sure I wasn't going to do or say anything that would hurt my kids when we start having sessions with the child and restricting parent.

The shrink would always try and make me feel like all of this was my fault. Never mentioned any wrong doing on the moms part. Both my kids moms were mad that I had forced them to force our kids to meet me....again.

My youngest daughter I hadn't seen since she was 3 years old. Things with her mother didn't work out and I tried to make a visitation schedule with her but she didn't want to follow it. So finally when my daughter first met me for the second time, she ran out of the room because her mom was allowed to speak down to me infront of the shrink, I stayed quiet for as long as I could and then when I did respond to her mother's shit talking, our daughter got mad and ran out of the room crying.... Her mother never told her about me and when I asked why she said what for?

My son was a different story, I hadnt seen him since he turned 6 months old. I brought him new legos or some type of toys to keep him busy. He knew right away I was his dad which was good.

As it normally goes supervised visitations we're forced, then eventually unsupervised visits, thier moms did thier best to make sure that didn't happens, the mother's weren't monitored nor was any visitations had.

No departments are in charge of visitation, so they fall back into not showing for visitation.

Covid ravaged the city and no one reached out to say hey visitations suspended for now but video visitations will be substituted for free but they wanted to charge for video visits. The court did say that we will communicate via a co parenting app and that didn't last long at all.

So now I'm back to square one. I've reached out to the state and the DRO office was their "solution". The complacent county, and city offices don't care as long as they get paid.

We live in a world where humans use other humans as a tool to cause hurt, and can profit from it, the people in charge of this racquet are profiting from my kids moms inability to be a descent human beings, I hope my kids don't grow up to be indecent humans, my oldest turned out just like her mother perpetuating career childsupport.

It's a thing...

I miss and love my kids. Ive lost my grandmother and my father recently and they asked for the grand kids they never had a chance to meet on thier death beds. And I never told them the whole truth of my situation. I miss my grandmother and father dearly. They taught me so much without realizing they were teaching.

There's so much more to say, so many more details that have been left off but I've made myself depressed after I said I wouldn't.

Happy Father's day

#fathersday #noncustodial #erased #TexasFamilyCourts #rant #abuse #narcissismawareness #erasedparent #Texas

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jovnie · 3 years

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The king's arrogance | Namjoon

Summary

The King had knowledge on everything and one in his castle, however he knew nothing of the kingdom he ruled before him. That was till one day he left and found you a street merchant.

Words 5k

Namjoon king au! Reader civilian!

Warnings: fluff, cocky joon, medium amount of smut, mentions of parent death, creampie, oral ( female ), big-dick Joon, nonconsensual touches, creampie, rough sex, lot of plot. Very quick relationship.

I beg that you listen to The mary go round from the moving castle [ slowed ] when reading. I think you'll enjoy it even more with it in the background.

Namjoon sat on the throne, laid back and legs spread apart as a servant read him his to-do list for today.

"Well sir, today starts the month planning of the ball. We have a few colors I'm sure you'll enjoy, however, I'm sorry to inform you that the family members that shouldn't be named threatened third way onto the guest list" the man spoke in fear, nodding and sighing namjoon dismissed the servant with talks of the guest later.

"Mrs. Pot is the tea almost ready?" He asked kindly as the elder Korean lady nodded with a bright smile. Smiling softly, the older lady pinched his cheeks softly.

"I still remember when you were a baby and your late parents running you from tea session to tea session. Oh, how I'm sure you miss them as much as I " her smile faded, as she poured the tea on the table in front of him.

"I do, it's been 18 years now. Since I was 10 I believe, so right 18 years. I'm sure they would've loved to taste this freshly poured tea once again" he reassured, rubbing her back and once done taking a sip with her.

"I'll make sure to clean the alter table later and pour some tea with them" she smiled delicately, as took a drink of her tea.

That was right this year would make it the 18th anniversary of his parent's passing ever since the flood. It was heartbreaking, as his eyes dimmed in sadness the older lady pinched his cheek as he smiled with a tear down his cheek.

"Now don't go soft on me Namjoon, you have to stay strong for those who can't and I know it all hurts. But they'll be watching you like garden spirits. I know your mother is very proud and your father knowing how much a man and a king you have become. Now I have to go, it's time for me to go tend the gardens. Goodbye joonie" she waved, after collecting the empty teacups snd pots. Watching her wheel everything away, namjoon felt comforted by her words and took a deep breath before getting up and moving on with his day.

He spent the day testing and looking at fabrics, color swatches, and paper samples. The ball, gala, or celebration was very important for the kingdom. They only three one when it was important and this time it was a celebration of life once lived aka his parent's death date. September 4th. This day celebrated life and death, just like fall. He loved the metaphor behind it and hated how true love ended so quickly in his eyes. However he too wishes to be able to die with the one he loved dearly by his side, he hated how romantic it sounded and how bad he wanted it. Love wasn't an easy game and not once could he find someone who commented with him in a deep, if not spiritual way.

Itching the back of his head, he walked on and into his room. He had another busy schedule ahead of him. Sometimes he just wished he could live amongst the people for a day. That's what he'll do. Looking around for his leather satchel, he put together what he called a commoners bag. A bag that contained money, an id, and a diary. Looking around for clothes that seemed passable for a commoner and changed into them. From there he grabbed his stuff and snuck his way out of the Castle through the bag. He made sure Mrs. Pot knew where he was just in case this would get him in trouble. After all, the family would show up unexpectedly most of the time and he had people watch his every move as well.

Making sure his hat covered all of his hair, he walked into the street lights and found a carriage ride who was going home or into the city. He paid the guy and let him into the buggy and the city.

Namjoon did this for a weak till he knew the ropes of running out of the kingdom St night, he tried his best to avoid getting caught with the knight guards and the pesticide workers who showed nd yelled deals in his face. He also learned patience along with that, another valuable lesson needed as a king or so he was taught.

One night he went into a low-lit bar with entertainers. Majory we're female and drove the men in the room wild. He's had his fee share of women, but not when it came to this level. He found it charming and often sent gifts to them for their hard work. From the kingdom's guards and not him personally. Still, he ordered rice wine snd some jerky, before leaving. leaving a lady much shorter than him, bumped into his shoulder.

"Guards there's the thrift!" A younger woman pointed, as the men ran after her. Wanting to know what was up, he walked up to the merchant and simply asked. You explained that the woman was a theft, they would steal all her family food at night to make their profit.

"I'm sure you can be more um what are these?" He asked, picking up the food he's never seen before.

"Fruit?" You questioned grabbing the lemon out of his hand. "Well shops closed sir, come back tomorrow and you can buy our lovely fruit," you said kindly, walking up the stairs in this wooden place. Following you, namjoon closed the door behind and also walked up. Namjoon didn't know much manners, but he had the basics for a king. However, to a common person like you, he was a pest, rude, etc.

"Um, what are you doing?" you asked folding sheets for your bed up.

"It's nighttime aren't you gonna ask me to stay and wait till morning?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I supposed. By the way, there's a futon bed over there. I'll make dinner soon then!" you welcomed, as namjoon looked ok confusion at what the blanket on the floor was trying to imitate. Taking off his shoes, he placed his bag on the 'futon' and hung his jacket and hat on the hanger by the door.

Arriving back you blushed hard, as a beautiful looking man was now clear in your view. Luckily for namjoon, you had no money to spend on papers like everyone else or let alone money to go to the balls either. Therefore you had no clue that this man was a noble, let alone the king. If you did you would've just died at how you just treated him.

"It's beef and seaweed soup, with carrots and onions" you listed off as you placed the bowl on the floor diner table. Placing a spoon and a napkin on the side, you forgot the drink. Walking away you grabbed him a cup and poured lemonade in, before walking back. On your arrival, you saw him going to town on the meal. He slurped and moaned as he complimented your cooking. Chuckling, you sat the glass of lemonade down and took the napkin to wipe his chin and cheek. Placing it down, you watched him continue and enjoy it. Although there was only enough for his, you still had something to eat. You simply had bread and butter with some lemonade as well.

It took him a bit to notice you didn't have a bowl which made him feel a bit guilty but instead handed her 30 ₩ which was a lot during that time. Not wanting to take it, he "accidentally " dropped it down your bra and smiled.

"Well it's late, we should sleep and then go out to shop for food and new clothes" the man spoke.

"I'm sorry but I don't know you, how do I not know you're not trying to kidnap me or steal or worse kill me!" You mentioned as the older man stripped off his shirt.

"You don't have to, just know ill help you and accept the gift" he spoke, pitting his clothes beside him.

"Excuse you, you don't come in someone's house and act like this. Do you even have manners?" You added in frustration.

"I paid you, it wasn't a gift. It was a payment and I can tell you've never gotten one" he snickered, laying on the futon snd taking your cover. Annoyed at the man, you crossed your arm as he mouth "you have a problem?"

"Yes, I do! What's your name to begin with?" You asked, laughing it off he closed his eyes.

"Surprised you don't know and it'll stay like that for a bit darling" he whispered, moving over he patted next to him. "Sleep with me"

"No! I don't sleep with strangers like that, unlike you I have honor " you mentioned, getting up to go change into something appropriate for bed. Once done, you came back and he was still in the same position as before.

"I think I demanded that. besides I can ruin this little shop of yours if you don't. " he threatened, looking at his nails snd then at her. Well dressed and groomed man, you could visibly see the power he likely had. This was your mother's business and you promised her you would take care of it. Saddened you laid down next to him and whispered "please don't, this is all I have left."

"So we're on the same page I believe, no?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Yes," he replied. She felt uncomfortable and annoyed at the fact she had to do this for a business. Let alone a man, then again the men weren't always so kind to the women here, most always. She sighed and just accepted it, as he covered the two up.

"Call me Joon, " be whispered in your ear. Nodding, his hands traveled up and down your wist. Coughing, he halted then stopped after finding a comfy place to lay his hand.

"Do you do this with every woman?" You asked, curious.

"Well the last time I had a woman in my arms, she tried to advance me in marriage" he mentioned, putting his neck in-between your shoulder and neck.

"I do however have experience If that's what your aim is?" He said softly.

"Not really, I mean if a stranger just threatened your job and made you do this. Along with inappropriate touching for people who just met, I'd believe you'd be the class below poverty. Not a king not noble" you told, unexpectedly holding his arm between your breast.

Noticing, namjoon's cheeks flushed red. Luckily the lantern. Was behind him and not in front, so she couldn't see. "Toché" he replied.

"However I can see you've had a bad experience with men hmm?" He asked, softly brushing his nose on her neck.

"So you're not around here I see, well yes every guy here is just shit. Rude snd ignorant as you" you huffed, as raised an eyebrow.

"I'll give you that, feminist huh. Cute, haven't met one till you" he smiled, intrigued. "It seems like I've violated it huh, touching you snd acting sloppy" he added, moving your hair out your face.

"Glad you noticed, now turn the candle out!" you demanded, closing your eyes. Doing just that, he then wrapped his leg around you snd kissed your cheek.

"Good night"

Morning came, as the two of you laid there comfortable in each other's embrace. With him being the first to wake up, he tapped your shoulder and you woke up soonly after him. Yawing and stretching, you made sure your hand hit him on purpose.

"Sorry," you said coy, as he rolled his eyes up and shrugged it off.

"So when's breakfast?" He asked, getting up as you realized he had just worn cotton briefs. One's that we're expensive and that added more mystery to him. Why was someone who could've been from a noble family be here and threatened for his stay? Then the thought of maybe it's all stolen.

"The time?" He asked waving his hands over your face as you realized you had zoned out.

"Sorry, we have to go get food and we can buy food at the square." You mentioned.

"Where's the bathroom?" He asked, you pointed to the medium-sized room across from him. The place was small and combined, so you could see the kitchen from the bed area and a mini living room. Nodding off he grabbed his clothes snd began using the pump to pump water into the bath.

"Don't use all the water!" You yelled.

"I can and make you join me" he yelled back, smirking.

"No ill make you get more water from the lake behind here" you replied, itching your hair.

"Don't you have to get more water anyways, less work" he mentioned, leaving the door open and sitting in the tub? This man was quite weird when it came to flirting, it somewhat seemed motherly and innocent. However on the other hand, overly sexual and mysterious.

"Fine" you huffed, striping and walking towards the tub. That's when that harsh look he had softened and turned into a stare. There you were in front of him, naked snd he took every moment to vies your body. He saw how thick your hair was and how curvy your body was. He liked that, he paid attention to how big your breast was and the fact it looked like you haven't trimmed in a week. Which meant you looked old enough for him to do special things with.

"How old are you?" he questioned.

"I love how you did all of this without asking' she rolled her eyes, trying to muster a pony 0tail with the length and thickness of her hair.

"Turning 20 next month!" she replied excitedly.

"28 next month as well" he replied, breathing out the air he had subconsciously kept in. Getting in, she sat in front of him, covering her chest with her knees.

"I can still see you!" he laughed, grabbing the soap from the tray. Washing his body first, he took his hands and spread her legs open and washed below and around her arms and chest.

"Open," he said, waiting. Opening your arms you rolled your eyes and he splashed you with water. "Manners young lady " he mentioned. Knowing he's right, you sighed. Your father once told you the same when he was alive and because of that "Joon" reminded you of your father a bit. He acted mature and young simultaneously.

Washing your arms and your thighs, you washed off the soap on his neck and took the plug out to drain the dirty water. Placing the soap down, he spread his legs open and you accidentally saw something you shouldn't have. Frightened and embraced, you blushed. Taking his hand and pushing your gaze to meet his. He smiled softly.

"It's fine, just don't get too threatened by it. I'm aware of the size," he mentioned, looking you in your eyes. Nodding, you this time pumped the water until it was all out. Cleaning the both of you, you couldn't help but feel shy snd flustered. He felt the same, only he knew how to hide it. But not everything he knew or wanted to hide.

He looked in your eyes, noticing a soft dismal look on you to which he replied with "tell me are you okay?" Thankful for the concern, you told him about your parents passing and the shop's importance to you was. He understood automatically and exchanged his parent's passing in less detail. He didn't think he'd meet with someone with such a familiar background as his, even if they were below Noble.

He took her hand and placed it on her chest. "They're here, I'm sure your mother would be proud of how you came out to be. So leave it at that" he smiles wildly, with his eyes closing shut a bit as he did. You were glad to hear that and he never thought that Mrs.pot's comfort would come in handy, but he's glad to say and share a similar message.

"Speaking of do you have an altar?" He asked gently, unplugging the water and helping you stand up. Nodding you pointed out the door to a small corner. He thanked you and grabbed both of you a towel. Getting dried and dressed you did your hair as he went over to pay the slightest respects. Smiling at how kind the gesture was, you walked over to the rack and tripped over your foot trying to hand him his stuff. You saw a journal fall out and your eyes met his.

"You're a journalist?" You questioned, fixing your dress and hair before getting up and handing his stuff.

"Yeah, not from here tho," he lied, dusting dirt from your shoulder. Nodding you both made your way down the stairs, as he took your hand. Noticing it, you smiled. You wondered why he was being nice to you all of the sudden, however, that all changed when a guard walked past by and he brought you to a kiss. Confused and his eyes waiting for them to go, you kissed back hesitantly. Letting go, you looked at him worried he shrugged it off and you walked him to the square.

Hand in Hand, you brought namjoon to the bakery. Looking around, he pointed out the most expensive bread on hand and paid. Thanking him, he leads your hand to the vendors outside. Lucky for you, he knew about gardening and what was good. He helped and taught you the basics snd you learned you've been scammed for years. Thanking him, you took him to a cart of flowers and smelled the fresh roses, looking up at him. He paid for the golden yellow rose bouquet. Now it was for his favorite part of the day, clothes shopping. But beforehand, he pulled you into a cafe.

"Two bags of your finest coffee," namjoon ordered, by now you shouldn't have been shocked at how much he could spend. But seeing him use more money than you've sent your entire life was a sight to see snd each time you were thankful. You had enough food and supplies to last week if not a month. Holding you close by him, you realized you warmed up to him and small gestures like that felt comforting to you. He noticed and did it more often.

Soon it was night and there was only, one dress store open. In there was a beige dress that sparkled in the shop's lights. Running to the window to look, you smiled. Feeling a hand on your back, he took a step in and pulled your hand in with him.

"Welcome to Gezels tailor and shop" the owner greeted. He was an older man with gray hair a fragile smile.

"Well take that dress in the window snd tailor it to her size. His much is it?" Namjoon asked, pulling his wallet for the last time today.

"₩ 10,000" the man spoke, paying upfront the older man invited you to the back room and told namjoon to stay upfront. Nodding, you walked ahead and namjoon sat in the chair. He had a diary to write about today's and yesterday's adventures. He started up about the bathtub time you shared snd imagined your body once again. If only he knew his to draw, he'd paint a pretty picture in the book. Soon after finishing his entry, you walked out with a note.

Note: the dress will be ready for you miss before dusk, come back tomorrow with your lover -Gezel tailor and shop

You handed it to namjoon and he read it, as the two walked out. Suddenly loud commotions of horses snd guards ran through the city with lights.

"The king's missing!" The horseman yelled into the square. Namjoon in a panic rushed you two into the forest nearby. Confused, but following him. You wondered if he had something to do with it, besides this wasn't the first time he ran away from the guards today.

"They can't find me or ill be in trouble, act like a lover, please. I'll pay you in gold when I can" he begged on his knees with his hat on his chest.

"Don't pay me, think of it as a token of my gratitude. I'll help, but you have to explain everything when we get back," you murmured, taking his hands and helping him out the dirt. Making you drop the food and his bag.

Suddenly, he gripped your body and jumped both of you in a lake as he heard the sounds of horses clamping. A sound you didn't even hear. Holding your head under the water, he waited for the light of the torch to leave the lake area before swimming the two of you up.

Taking deep breaths of air, the two of you swam to the doc snd he helped you up first before himself. Luckily, the food wasn't damaged. Frustrated, you grabbed the food and his bag as you walked home. Walking in, you kept the lights off snd went to the second floor.

Stripping you of your clothes snd placing the bags down, you watched him do the same. Forgetting you had to pump the water, he suggested he'd go do it and you nodded giving him directions snd within 30minutes he was done. Striping once again, he hugged your body to his chest. You soon felt tears on your neck and small crys, you rubbed his back snd just stood there till he let go.

"What's wrong?'" You asked concerned.

"I could've killed you!" he cried, remembering the look his mother gave him before dying in his arm. His father did the same thing to his mother, only on a ship in the middle of the sea. Hugging him, you rubbed his back and placed a kiss on his lips. Holding you to his chest, kissed you back, and laid back so your bare body laid on his.

"Let's wait to shower" he suggested, kissing your neck. Nodding your head no, he flipped you over on your stomach softly and trapped your legs with his. "Please?' He asked, leaning down on your level on the floor snd holding your chest in his hand. Agreeing, knowing what's about to happen you loosened up snd he turned you on your back.

His hands ran around your chest and thighs, leaning down to kiss your naked body as a slight moan came out. From there, he moved his lips to your mouth and softly moved yours to his hair. Taking note, you ran his fingers through his dark brown ones as the two of you danced with each other's tongue. Namjoon removed his lips snd traveled down south, gripping his hair in pleasure you moaned grinding your hips. Meanwhile, he took in a natural aroma, one he found arousing. Moving his tongue around the bud, he softly kissed your thighs leaving bruises.

Looking at your head tilting back snd eyes closed with heavy to light breathing. He took his pointer finger snd rubed softly in circles, moving his body to tower you with one arm. Noticing the shift of best around your neck, you felt his warm breath move down your neck and by your ear.

"Let me tell you something darling, I'm not who I say I am" he kissed around your neck, papering it in kisses. Hearing you moan, made him aroused by the minute. However he knew it was time to go back to the castle, only he wasn't going empty-handed. As your hands rubbed his back, he whispered "I'm Namjoon, they're looking for me, darling. Tonight the last night I can spend here so let's make it count" in a raspy tone.

In shock, he gave you a minute to calm down as he could hear your heart. "I'm sorry" he apologized.

"No need, but for whatever this may be for you. Just know I haven't done anything like this with anyone," you admitted. Humming he moved to the other ear and whispered "I like that, just know it will hurt after a few minutes snd then feel better or the pain could feel good!" he warned. Taking his warning, he gently rubed you as got on his knees and opened your legs wide. Watching as he did, you noticed he was fully erected at this point and ready. You closed your eyes snd tensed your muscles as he began to simply grind his tip into you.

He was right there was pain, which caused you to bleed a bit. However, it was enjoyable without a doubt. Soon he was able to put 6/9 inches in as he trusted slowly. Moaning under him, he moved his in circles biting his lower lip as looked at your fuller lips and leaned over and wrapped your legs around his waist. After a few moments of waiting for you to adjust, you thought about today snd how it was so obvious he was the king snd yet it flee by.

As you moaned loud, his thrusts began to speed up snd the two of you could hear the sounds of his hips banging into yours snd your ass as he went faster.

"Ah, baby!" He grunted, grinding into you deeply as your hands rubed into his hair. Morning louder, his lips conceded back to yours as you held on snd then to your neck where you heard his heavy breathing. Your body was tightening around him, as he went in deeper now putting himself in. Not to mention you began to pool around him which gave him more speed in the end.

"Namjoon!" You moaned in his ear, holding his back tightly as your legs unwrapped snd opened wider for him. Cursing under his breath, he went harder as you began to arch your bag in pleasure. He held onto your back as your head went backs and the build of pleasure built up quickly.

you held onto his muscular shoulders while he moved you closer to him to go deeper. With that sending you over the edge, you screamed his name in pleasure as yours and his breathing began to match in heaviness. Shopping for a second, namjoon looked you in your eyes and thrust slowly as he was too close and it felt too good.

"In close, but I don't wanna cum yet" he grunted, thrusting deeply in and out.

"Then cum when you can't hold it!" You urged, outta breathe enjoying the depends. "I'm fine with children" you explained. Nodding, he continued and went harder this time.

His mouth roamed your chest, sucking and pulling on the bud as your back arched and mouth open in response. You this time, grinded back cgroundhim to jolt forward and start panting.

"Fuck don't do that unless you-" you interrupted doing it again. Pushing your legs back and open wide he started hammering into you as you began screaming in both pleasure and slight pain. You scratched his back and he immediately let go of your thighs snd pushed your hands back. As your body began to shake under him, he went faster as his chest heaved in breathing and yours became flushed with red. He started to let his enjoyment show more and tilted his head back with his eyes close as he went faster. He allowed the sounds of your whimpering snd moans to fulfill his urge as his balls smack your body hard causing a loud moan to come out from him.

Moving his hips to go at a slightly different angle than before, he noticed you started dripping more and more causing your heat to became more and more pleasurable on his end. He leaned down to your chest and held you as he began moaning in ecstasy as a thick load covered your walls in white.

Stoping and catching his breath, he mouthed something so simple but daring and that was simple.

"Don't leave me"

To which you replied softly. "I won't"

Soon the both of you gained the energy to get in the tub. There you two conversate on what it was like for him to be the king and all, what he planned on doing, and where he wanted to do next.

"Please come back to the castle with me tonight?" He begged, holding his hands with yours.

" I don't wanna be a drag" you looked down.

"You won't, I promise you'll enjoy your new life" he stated happily as ever.

"Namjoon don't you think it's too fast, we just met and all." You mentioned.

"Right, that is an undeniable truth. However, I know you felt the same way I did snd I know this isn't a fairy tale. But I truly feel like we could have a life" he spoke, holding your hands to his chest. Yes, that was true, you did believe in fate snd everything. But this was soon and so much.

"I'll go, but you have to let me have the ability to leave, " you said sadly, bring you to his chest he nodded and turned your body around in the tub.

From there you two did what was needed and packed a small bag of hygiene snd the coffee from earlier to go. You two had to walk back to the castle without being seen or heard at all. Which called for a few close times of being caught, from there he showed you a secrete gate entrance that led straight towards his room. From there, he tried his best to pick you up and take you to his room. there which Mrs. Pot sat praying

"I'm home and I brought a guest" he mentioned putting you down. As she recognized Mrs. Pot, she immediately went to hug her.

"It's been a while, my dear, I remember when you were both sized. I see you ran into the king, ah I knew he would've found you. I mean he's always had an eye on elegance and beauty" she mentioned embracing you tightly and pinching her cheek the same way she did with namjoon.

"I'll tell the guards your home" she looked at namjoon winking. Itching his head as he smiled, he turned to you and stripped naked again.

This time he leaned on the top of you again and you immediately kissed back. "It's a yes" you knew immediately as he took off your clothes once again that same night. Only this time, he focused on filling you up till he couldn't anymore.

"Fuck, this is amazing" he cursed, moving his hips harder as you who was behind sensitive began moaning his name louder and louder. Your legs opened wider and pools of arousal soaked the bed, making him lose control once more in you before pulling you close and moaning in your neck. Spilling once more, he simply uttered

"I love you"

"I love you too"

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lepusrufus · 3 years

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To bargain for immortality pt.4

The first thing to come to her conscious mind as soon as she woke up were always the faint distant sounds of her home. Faint, as not only was Cassandra's bedroom on one of the higher floors, but any staff members knew better than to make noise while their mistresses were sleeping. Distant barking made its way past a window left ajar, accompanied by scribbling noises.

Nicole turned around, legs tangled in the blanket that was shared until not long ago, to look for a colder spot warranted by the warm May weather. The realization that she was alone in bed made its way through the haze still remaining from sleep. That, in itself, was not unusual as Cassandra almost always woke up first and busied herself with something while waiting for her to wake up.

"Cassandra?" She called out quietly, voice still groggy with sleep and eyes not even bothering to open.

"Just a moment," came her response from the other side of the room, likely the desk, as the scratchy sound of pencil on paper stopped.

The chair was pushed away and a handful of steps took Cassandra to the door, where a maid was waiting outside as per routine. After a couple hushed instructions, the door clicked shut again and she finally approached the bed, looking down at her wife with fondness. She bent down to leave a kiss on top of messy auburn hair.

"Good morning."

Her answer came in the form of a returned kiss and impatient tug of her hand, that she gladly indulged by sitting down on top of the soft cushions that she had priorly abandoned. Nicole wasted no time in wrapping an arm around her waist and nuzzling into her side, happy to feel the cool skin underneath a thin grey robe. Cassandra decided that her wife seemed awake enough to receive news, despite the obvious refusal to even crack an eye open.

"Bela wants to go into town later and asked if we'd like to come."

There they were, emerald eyes finally open and staring up at her in surprise.

"Did you say yes?"

Cassandra scoffed. "And finally get the chance to go out and stretch my legs after being locked up in the castle for all winter? Absolutely not."

That got her an eye roll. "In that case I'll keep on sleeping through the whole evening," Nicole said, pretending to go back to the dream she had just left unfinished, something the mild tiredness that had settled in her body seemed more than happy about.

"Oh no you don't."

Two strong hands gripped her shoulders and shifted her into Cassandra's lap, thin lips intoxicatingly close to her ear. "I even prepared the perfect outfits for the two of us, I simply cannot believe you'd pass up this opportunity for some extra sleep."

Nicole laughed at the feign offense, voice finally clear and free from the morning raspiness. She stretched her arms upwards with a few satisfying pops and then let her hands rest on Cassandra's shoulders.

"My, that's so thoughtful of you," she said, leaving a soft kiss on her lips. "Good morning."

The moment was kindly interrupted by a curt knock on the heavy door. Nicole groaned and moved back on the bed, pulling a nightgown that certainly did not belong to her loosely over her shoulders. When she was covered enough to not put on a show, Cassandra chuckled and addressed the still closed door.

"Come in."

A young woman entered the room, one of the latest additions to the kitchen staff as per Cynthia's request, with a tray expertly balanced in one hand, while the other held the leash of one of the thankfully well behaved hounds.

"Eris!" Nicole greeted the black dog, who snapped its big brown eyes in her direction and started wagging its tail. Thankfully for the girl holding the leash, the dog was expertly trained and did not lunge away to its owners. Instead it followed along, not tugging on the leash until both were just by the bed.

"Breakfast, my ladies."

A small assortment of drinks, together with a plate were placed from the silver tray to the small table on Cassandra's side. One wine glass was filled with fresh crimson blood, a cup of hot tea was sitting right beside it, steam rising up from the liquid inside and, in the smaller cup, dark coffee. On the plate, a freshly baked croissant and a small assortment of berries were waiting invitingly.

"And Eris, as you requested."

The girl held up the leash, but Cassandra simply waved a dismissive hand. "Just let her go. And leave the leash on my desk."

She did as was instructed, unhooking the leash with a soft metal click and placing it, coiled up neatly, on the carefully polished wood of the desk. Then, with a slight bow, she left the two alone once again.

Nicole didn't acknowledge that, too busy patting the spot by her side for the black hound to jump up. Cassandra opened her mouth to protest, but was a second too late as the dog was already in her wife's lap getting head and neck scratches. She sighed. At least all the hounds were kept squeaky clean outside hunting sessions.

"Stop spoiling our hunting dogs."

"Oh darling don't worry, I have no power over Carolina's training," she emphasized by snapping a finger and pointing it to the far side or the bed, direction that the dog followed dutifully, curling up on top of a folded blanket. "Good girl," she cooed at the furry beast, which elicited a tail wag.

Cassandra shook her head with a small smile tugging at her lips. She passed the small coffee cup to her wife, who took a tentative sip to test the temperature. It was lukewarm, as it always was, the routine of all the family ingrained into each and every staff member to the dot. They knew how Nicole liked her coffee, what tea to pair with any kind of breakfast and, probably most important for their sake, exactly how much blood, down to the milliliter, Cassandra liked to drink in the morning. Well, early evening, but who kept track.

The bitter liquid was downed in mere seconds, the taste accompanied by a sour grimace. Nicole did not like coffee in the slightest, having lost any possible appetite for the bitter taste after drinking one too many, or a thousand too many, cups during her days in med school. Unfortunately, it still did its job of waking her up, so a compromise with a sweet cup of fruity tea right afterwards had to be made.

She passed the empty cup back to Cassandra, who replaced it with the tea.

"I have to say, seeing your face scrunched up in disgust every morning is most entertaining."

"Happy to see my attempt at waking up is enjoyable for you," she replied with a pointed look thrown over the porcelain edge of the mug.

The look however was replaced by a content sigh upon sipping on the tea, the prior bitter taste slowly replaced by a blissful blend of fruit and lavender. While their cook Cynthia was downright an expert at preparing all kinds of meat, human included, her biggest talent was creating the best blends of tea, never too overpowering but always with a balanced taste. At least according to Nicole, and she would hold that opinion to the day she died.

While waiting for the liquid to get to a more drinkable temperature, her attention went back to the dog now sprawled on its side. "Why did you ask for Eris?"

Cassandra took another long sip of her drink, far more elegant than one would expect from a woman who had no issue regularly walking around covered in blood. "I just thought we could bring her along, I know she's your favorite," she finished with a smirk.

"That's not true," Nicole quickly replied, as if she were a mother accused of having a favorite child, which only made Cassandra's grin grow wider. She cleared her throat in an attempt to save some face. "I love all our dogs equally, Eris is just… particularly well behaved, yes."

Her wife simply chuckled, not having bought any of her excuses for playing favorites. Not that Cassandra wasn't guilty of that either. Her first response to picking a favorite would be not unlike Nicole's, but she had a particular fondness for Freya, one of their Finnish hounds, who always seemed so eager to sniff out prey on the hunts. She would be lying to say that she didn't entertain the idea of asking her mother to infect some of their best dogs from time to time, their short lives feeling like blinks of an eye compared to her own immortality.

She placed the now empty glass back on the table, not quite as graceful as her mother always did after a meal. They had plenty of time, so getting up was not yet in either of their schedules.

"Are we going somewhere in particular, or just out for a stretch," Nicole asked in between sips.

"Bela has to pick something up and Dani, surprising to precisely no one, wants to visit the bookshop," Cassandra started with a slight eye roll, leaning on her side on top of the cushions and starting to toy with the hem of Nicole's sleeve. "Since we're doing none of that boring stuff, I thought you'd like to choose."

Nicole tapped a finger of the white rim of her mug, nail making a soft clink. She sighed. "Just a walk around town, I'm really dying to get out too."

"You do realize you're not confined to the castle during winter like I am right," Cassandra laughed.

"And leave my beloved wife all alone while I go out and about," her reply was overly dramatic, complete with a hand gingerly placed over her heart almost as if such an idea was close to blasphemous. It only gained her a small snort.

"Should I remind you that I've spent decades in this castle? I promise I can bear it."

Okay, grandma.

With the tea finally gone, Nicole placed the tall mug on the nightstand closest to her, effectively freeing her hands. Free to trace tender fingers up Cassandra's arm, her neck and around the intricate lace of her choker to toy with the fine chains decorating it.

"You sure about that?" Her voice was sickly sweet, all too aware of her unbeatable talent of making someone as sadistic as her wife melt with little more than a hushed tone and gentle hands.

Cassandra did not respond right away. She was nothing if not a prideful person and admitting to the fact that yes, she would miss her, even for a handful of hours, was not particularly high on her list of things to be said out loud. It was almost an unbearably clingy kind, their relationship. Or at least that's what someone who did not know better would say. Truth be told, they were both the kind of people that looked almost desperately, although a desperation worn with odd grace, for comfort in other people. People they would then fight tooth and nail, or more accurately fang and claw, to keep close. It was obvious in the way Cassandra took on the role as protector of the family, nevermind the fact that Alcina would cut any possible threats to pieces before any of them had time to lift a finger. Obvious, also in the way she was so protective over Nicole herself, the beautifully engraved dagger always strapped to the redhead’s side either under a lab coat or at the belt of a dress rendered little more than a fancy accessory.

Cassandra chuckled, wrapping long fingers around her hand and taking it away from her necklace. "Why don't we get dressed before Bela comes to nag at us mm?" Then black lips were gingerly pressed to the skin, leaving a small kiss on top of bony knuckles.

With a shrug and a less than gracious stretch accompanied by a yawn, Nicole got out from under the covers, the red velvety fabric of the robe flowing after her like an impromptu cape.

"Are you wearing my robe," Cassandra's voice came from behind her, together with hands placed on her waist.

Duh.

Not that Cassandra ever truly complained. Finding the oversized clothing her wife often wore quite endearing.

"It does look quite charming on me you have to admit."

"You're practically swimming in it."

Nicole rolled her eyes which only prompted a small laugh.

They fixed themselves enough to be semi presentable for the small distance that separated the bedroom and the dressing room. Nicole was about to suggest wearing something more casual, but the fact that going out for the first time after the long winter months was almost reason for a small celebration for all three of the Dimitrescu sisters made her shut down that train of thought. No harm in being fancy on occasion after all.

The outfits Cassandra had picked out were nothing short of perfect for the occasion. Matching black dresses, Nicole's a tad lighter with a lacy collar and frilly hems complete with a white vest-like corset, while Cassandra's was made out of a thicker fabric and went down almost to the floor, surely due to her tendency to get cold easily.

Not being the kind that lingered in the dressing room too long, that was more Daniela's style, it took little for them to get dressed. The occasional helping hand for small things that one could maybe twist and turn to do themselves, but why bother when you have a perfectly willing to help spouse, was something they both enjoyed and took a couple extra precious moments to let a hand linger or fingers to trace expertly done sems. After some makeup was applied and the leash was hooked back to Eris' collar, they finally made their way downstairs.

They were close to fashionably late it seemed, as Bela, Daniela and Anita were already waiting in the main hall, the eldest throwing a miffed expression their way upon seeing them descend the grand staircase.

Nicole noticed the absence of one of their usual party members. "Isn't Laura coming with us?"

"She had to go to Donna's this morning. Spring preparations and all," Bela's reply came dangerously close to being accompanied by an uncharacteristic pout.

Oh. Someone's in a sour mood.

They made their way down the stone paved road that connected the castle to the town in relative silence, interrupted only once by Bela telling them when they would meet up to head back home. Other than that, they just enjoyed the short walk. And for good reason, the road was surrounded by beautiful rose bushes on both sides, with pine trees expanding beyond them and the sounds of birds and nocturnal animals beginning to wake up blending together in a quiet murmur so typical to the forest.

Once in the town square under the familiar angel statue, Bela wordlessly left them in favor of making her way down a small street. Daniela and Anita seemed more courteous and said their goodbyes and see-you-laters as they turned around, chattering about something only they understood.

Left alone, with their dog whose leash was attached to the same belt Cassandra's sickle was, they started walking down the quiet streets. It was almost sundown, so even the small crowd of people usually going about their business was almost non-existent, knowing better than to be out at night without good reason.

Something that Nicole was yet to grow bored of, even after a few years spent at the castle, was the small architectural oddities around town. It looked quite regular, albeit old, at first glance but a closer look would reveal the rich symbolism resulting from the centuries of being quite literally broken off from the rest of the world and almost frozen in time.

The go to flowers planted in front of buildings were crimson roses, the familiar patterns of swirling vines and leaves engraved into walls and lamp posts. A bakery they passed by had three sickles hanging behind the glass, complementing the harvest theme the entire shop had, together with dried wheat in vases and warm inviting colors on the walls. The one fishery that everyone in town knew had a mermaid gracefully swimming in a panel just above its entrance and horseshoes were nailed to most doors leading to houses or small apartment buildings. Even a toy store had a suspiciously Angie-like doll, although without the cracks and signs of time its original counterpart sported, looking out at any passersby.

One thing that could never go unnoticed however, were the crows. Statues of the birds, big or small, could be seen anywhere, from street corners to rooftops and atop building entrances. Some had their wings spread out, ready to take flight were they not trapped by stone bodies, others had their bills open wide in a silent croak and some were simply looking on. Real crows were also incredibly common, replacing the pigeons any other city had in favor of the black birds, ironically roosting on the statues of themselves quite often and kindly providing the city background noise with their caws. Nicole inquired about their presence once, and Cassandra had explained how the locals see crows as good luck, being a symbol to Mother Miranda. Many people fed them and even had buildings upon which small towers were erected with the purpose of giving the birds space to make nests.

Nicole had a strong suspicion that some of the birds were a little more than they let on, especially after seeing their so-called goddess break into a flock on multiple occasions. Sometimes, you would look at one of the crows perched on a power line connecting two buildings, and icy grey would stare back, the depth in those eyes far too human to belong to any bird.

Her slight glare towards one crow that seemed to look at them from a windowsill was interrupted by the memory of a small list she had tucked in her pocket before leaving.

"Oh, I need to pass by the pharmacy to pick up a few things we ran out of."

Cassandra simply shrugged. "Sure," and she looked around for a moment to find the street that would take them there fastest. Not like they had any plans other than enjoying the pseudo freedom that being out of the castle gave them.

The pharmacy was oh so conveniently located on the other side of town, adjacent to the hospital near the reservoir. Ever since Miranda had found ways to lessen the negative effects of his mutation, Moreau was the designated town doctor, but due to the still somewhat volatile transformations he was still mostly confined to the place and it's murky waters, a fact that he despised greatly. It was an obvious choice, then, to erect the hospital there. It was a small building not unlike the rest of the town's architecture when it came to size, no more than three floors high and with a small staff that Moreau himself had to teach the ins and outs of medical practice. If memory serves right, even Miranda and her assistants had taught some people particularly well versed in the sciences how to operate the equipment and patients alike. Medical training seemed to be hard to come by around here and Nicole had a gnawing suspicion that it was the reason she was still alive.

The building coming into view behind the trees and the paved road that cut through the small stretch of woods separating the town and reservoir looked oddly new in comparison to the rest, as it had been erected only a couple decades prior. Attached to it, a smaller house with matching tiles on the roof and a sign that read Farmacie above the entrance's double doors.

Dogs were normally not allowed inside, but who was going to stop them of all people from marching right in, black hound happily walking by their side. They were the only ones inside, save for a short woman sitting behind the counter, panic flashing in her eyes when her gaze fell on Cassandra's tall frame, hand in hand with Nicole who was at the moment too occupied with pulling out the list of meds she had written. She gave it a once over and, sure that she had everything down, passed the paper to the pharmacist, who knew better than to ask if she had any prescriptions.

"You could've sent someone to fetch these for you," Cassandra said, eyes following the woman as she disappeared behind tall shelves full of small boxes and pill bottles.

"I know, I just didn't want to wait. I don't like running out of supplies," Nicole shrugged.

Plus, Nicole was way less likely to be questioned on why she's buying twenty different kinds of meds than a random maid. Partly because the pharmacist recognized her and partly because any sane person here knew better than not obliging when Cassandra was looming behind her. A small smirk graced her lips at the thought and a sly look was given to her wife, who was too busy playing with the dog's floppy ears to notice. Eris raised her head at the unforgivable offense, playfully trying to nip at the gloved hands that were tickling her, getting a giggle out of the brunette.

All three were distracted by the soft clink of a bell hanging above the door, indicating that someone had entered the pharmacy. It was an older man, looking to be in his sixties, heavily leaning on a crutch held in his right hand.

Cassandra's features morphed into a scowl and Nicole could practically hear the man-thing going through her mind. The man was probably on the verge of doing a complete one eighty and exit the pharmacy, when a voice called out from behind the counter.

"Ah Andrei, I have something for that infection of yours, hold on a moment," the pharmacist called out, before handing Nicole a sizable paper bag full of what she had requested.

She felt an unwelcomed whiff of decay as Cassandra took the bag from her hands, and sniffled in an attempt to ward off the stinging sensation in her nose. She fumbled with the credit card, mentally cursing the payment for not transferring quicker when the smell was starting to make her eyes water the slightest bit.

"Is everything alright my lady?"

The man's voice, full of genuine worry came from behind them, having moved closer upon the pharmacist's urging, and the putrid stench of death and decomposition flooded Nicole's senses together with the slick sensation of blood running down her face. She had to force down a gag as she shoved the card back into a pocket and all but ran out the door, worried wife in toe.

"Nicole what-" Cassandra swallowed any words she had at the sight of the blood flowing down and staining the until moments before immaculate white of her wife's corset.

Nicole made her way to a corner of the building that nobody seemed to go to, and leaned against the wall, eyes squeezed shut and trying to ward off the lightheadedness.

For someone who spent years working on dead bodies in various stages of decomposition, one would think that the smell of death did not bother her. And it didn't. But this was different, the stench seeming to make its way into her skin and clinging to her senses, coating her throat as if trying to choke her out in the most disgusting way possible. Not to mention that there was no actual dead body around.

She coughed out the blood that didn't make its way out of her nostrils and instead decided to go the throat route. Her hands were a crimson mess and so were her face and dress, a pang of guilt shooting through her for having ruined the outfit picked by Cassandra. At least the bleeding seemed to stop and so did the horrid stench.

Cassandra didn't seem to care, nor even notice, the ruined fabric. Instead she pulled out a handkerchief from a pocket and started to gently wipe the blood away from pale skin.

"What's wrong?" She asked and Nicole could only shake her head.

"I don't know. I don't know why this keeps happening," she almost ran her hands down her face in frustration but had enough clarity of mind to remember how dirty they were. "I thought it would go away, and for a while it did. I don't understand what the hell is wrong with me," she added, voice rising the slightest bit.

Cassandra grimaced, trying to get her face clean. "We can talk to Mother when we get back."

A defeated sigh made its way past bloody lips. Nicole had her doubts that Alcina would know any more than them on the situation, which was nothing. They knew nothing.

She grabbed Cassandra's hand to steady herself back on her feet, mind drifting to what she didn't want to think was her only solution.

If there was anyone who could get to the end of this, it was Mother Miranda.

#unhinged maiden™ my beloved #cassandra dimitrescu x maiden #to bargain for immortality #fanfic #doggo!!!#some fluff for a break aye #go out they said itll be fun they said

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"Your little one is here as of right now." Dr. Telille says, pointing to a very little area to the far side of my womb and I smile before she switches the focus slightly and then looks at the screen with a slightly odd look before flipping through my chart. "At your previous Obstetrician, did they mention any abnormalities?" She asks me.

"No." I shake my head.

"You said in your history you've had recurrent miscarriages?" She asks next.

"Yes."

"Okay, Mrs. Sixx, don't be alarmed by this because there is a solution but this," she turns the screen to me again, pointing at a shadow in the picture that looks like it's creating bunny ears or something. "Is a layer of tissue that's not supposed to be there. It halts fetal growth, and ultimately causes miscarriages, often times even before a fetus is interacting with the tissue itself, physically." She informs me and I feel like my chest is throbbing from how hard my heart is beating. "The good news is that we can fix this, I've had to do a few surgeries like this before--we can go in and cut that tissue out without disturbing your baby, but we will need to have it done within the next week--two weeks at the most." She explains and I raise my brows.

"What's my chance of carrying out my pregnancy to term without the surgery?" I ask, trying to stay calm.

"With a successful surgery, there is a 80% chance of you carrying it to term, and a higher chance at not facing as many pregnancy difficulties in the future like you've had previously. Without the surgery, with your history, it's very, very probable that you won't get to four months without miscarrying--if that far." She adds.

"What's the risk of this surgery causing complications?" I ask next.

"30%." She replies and I breathe out. "You don't have to make a decision today, you can go home and think about it and talk about it with the father but we need to get it scheduled in the next few days."

"Um, o-okay…" I rub my lips together.

"And if you are interested in the surgery, we can go ahead and send it in and see if insurance will cover it." She assures me.

"I don't have maternity insurance right now." I tell her and she looks at me uneasily.

"No worries, we can figure the costs out after you decide if you want it or not." She tells me, calmly, and I just nod.

I numbed myself. I would've been freaking out, having a meltdown, begging God to spare my damn baby for once...but as soon as she started in on what was wrong with me, the negative outcomes...I flicked the switch in my brain and just let myself feel absolutely nothing as best as I could. My nervousness was relief compared to blatant breakdown mode that I knew would hit inevitably.

And how the hell did I tell Duff and Nikki that I was going to need surgery that could potentially terminate my pregnancy--or suffer what I'd suffered before and still lose a baby? Oh, right. I didn't. At least, not as soon as I probably should have.

When I get to my new little house I'm renting with my savings, Duff's sitting on the little porch, drinking a beer.

"How'd it go?" He asks me, standing up as I unlock the door.

He couldn't go with me this time because he had to go look at a couple houses with Mandy, which I understand because they had already canceled once with a real-estate agent and would get charged extra if they missed another appointment.

"Good." I lie, clearing my throat.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Whisky's barking at us until he realizes it's me, and then he won't get out from under my feet until I pat him on the head.

"I need to finish unpacking." I say before Duff can ask anymore questions.

"Well, it's your lucky day because I know how to unpack." He states, grinning.

I go change into pajamas and when I get back, he's pulling pictures from one of the boxes, neatly placing them on the coffee table in the living room and I pick them up and start figuring out where to put them.

"So, my family really wants me to bring you up." He says, optimistically. "I was thinking leave Sunday and come back next Saturday."

"...Duff, I can't just up and leave right now. I have to finish unpacking, and I'm gonna be meeting with Nikki once a week and then him and the guys once a week so that's two different…" I trail off as he cuts open another one of my packed boxes with his pocket knife, a look of disappointment on his face. "...It's not that I don't want to, you know. I just have a lot going on right now."

"We'd just be gone for a week." He says, looking at me. "It's the only time off I have for a while since we're doing a few shows in New York and Europe." He adds. "And I really want my family to know you, kinda, before you have the baby."

"I don't know." I hesitantly tell him and he licks his lips. "I don't know, Duff, okay? I just...ughhh." I groan, raking my hands through my hair.

"If you don't want to meet my family then don't worry about it, Vivian." He says it a little passive aggressively and I raise my brows.

"'Vivian'? Since when the hell am I 'Vivian'?" I ask, mimicking his tone.

"That's your name isn't it?" He asks next and I cross my arms.

"You usually call me 'Viv', or...something…"

"Well, I'm not calling you, 'babe,' or, 'baby,' since we aren't dating anymore so…"

"You're being a dick."

"I'm not being a dick. I'm just family oriented and I want my family to know you and our kid and you're making up excuses to not go and meet them."

"Excuse me for not wanting to be judged." I snap back.

"They're not fucking judgemental."

"Oh, so you're cussing at me now, too, huh?"

"Quit trying to start an argument." He tells me.

"I'm not starting an argument, I'm making a valid point."

"You're making an assumption." He corrects me. "My family isn't judgemental. They're really not. I don't even think they're worried with the fact that you were married when we got together because they haven't said a word about it. They just want to meet you."

"Matt didn't seem so cool about it." I mumble.

"Matt was trying to keep both of us out of trouble." He explains. "He wasn't judging you. He just doesn't like drama and if we would've gotten caught he knew it'd just be a bunch of bullshit we'd have to get thrown at us."

I just stare at him.

"And I'm sorry for cussing at you, but I'm trying to be positive about all of this and I really don't want you to start bringing in your negativity." He exhales.

"My negativity?" I raise my brows, laughing humorlessly.

"Please, just come to Seattle with me next Sunday. I promise it'll be fun and my family's fun, they don't mean any harm by wanting you to come up and visit--they're already talking about planning a trip when it's born to be here for you and me both for a few days." He adds.

I think about it, seeing his eyes glint a little as he slowly smiles at me like a hopeful puppy.

"Okay." I relent and he puts his hands above his head, folding them together, letting out a loud, "Hallelujah!" and I roll my eyes, trying to hold back a chuckle.

The truth is, I don't want to leave Nikki stewing that long after revealing to him my miscarriages. He never came back when he left the therapy session yesterday, and I was supposed to go back today but decided I needed another day to just think about everything, but because of Amber's schedule, we won't be able to get back in the same room together--aside from me just visiting him--until next Wednesday...but with Duff wanting to leave Sunday and come back that Saturday, I won't be able to meet then, either. A part of me isn't even sorry that I won't make it since the morale of Nikki's story is that he married a maestro of manipulation that can play victim like no other but is really an evil bitch who loves to make people suffer.

I gathered that after reading:

"I married a fucking demon."

"Vivian climbed from hell just to neuter me."

"My wife's a fucking lunatic."

"I sometimes think Vivian's waiting for me to die so she can get the money."

"I hate her."

"I don't know what's killing me faster: my looney wife, or smack. Doesn't matter--they're both my drug of choice."

"If she didn't know how to fuck I would've already left her."

"She flushed every bit of what Jason dropped off last night. Cost me a couple grand. I'm so pissed, if I knew she wouldn't beat the shit out of me and go batshit-ballistic, I'd lay her out on the fucking floor. I'm sure it'd be like foreplay in her sick mind, anyway."

"I swear she cums every time she belittles me."

And, my personal favorite:

"Just woke up from a fucking nightmare. I was fucking around with Vivian and Vanity and once they got their satisfaction they started eating me alive while talking about their love for God. Even with them gnawing on me alive with their shark-like teeth and their completely black eyes, stripping flesh from my bone and going at it like a fucking pork chop, I was turned on. But as soon as they started about God, how good and wonderful he was, that's when I started panicking a little that I OD'd without realizing it and was in hell or some fucking incarnation of it. I see now that's how they both got me, being hot and knowing exactly what to do to get me going. And now they're both sucking the life out of me, eating me alive, while praying to their God and acting like they're blameless in my destruction. CHICKS = TROUBLE."

At least we both agree that we married demons.

It was strange for me to realize how he saw me--well, how Sikki saw me. Once I was able to differentiate between the two of them, it hurt less reading what he'd write about me. It was just confusing.

One page would be an entire rant (with unflattering, random song lyrics to match) about something I did that pissed him off--sometimes things I wouldn't even realize I did to make him upset and then the next page would be decently positive things about me that he'd profess after waking up sort of sober…

I knew he felt guilty about how he treated me, most of the entries from the end of '83 to '87 had "I'm an asshole" or "I really fucked up" or some version of it in them but the deeper into '87 he got, the less and less apologetic he got. Both in real time and his dairies.

Despite the black and white of his diaries, one thing still lingered in the grey area…

I stare at the little TV on my dresser, bowl of captain crunch in hand as I stuff my face while flipping channels, Whisky gnawing on his chew toy as a flickering, fuzzy and static blaring familiar face flashes across the screen as I turn to the next channel. My heart stops for a moment, my finger immediately going back, the screen and audio clearing as I see her.

Clear eyed and competent. A far removal from what I last saw of her with her gnashing teeth and tortured eyes, spewing at Nikki and I both before he and her got into a fight that left her dragged down the stairs of our old house...guilt tugs at me, remembering the look on her face, the pain, the hurt...perhaps she felt as bad as I did about the situation.

He was the one telling her he was going to leave me and marry her, after all. My feury swallowed him before it ever thought about swallowing her.

"...I'm currently looking at other scripts for other films." She replies very calm and composed to whatever question her interviewer was asking...I'm assuming this is part of her press run for her new movie coming out.

"If you could write a ticket for yourself, Vanity, what would it be?" The woman asks next and she furrows her brows, slightly.

"Write a ticket? To go somewhere?"

"No, write a ticket for the rest of your life, and your career. Just everything about your life." She explains.

"Ohhh," She thinks a moment before shaking her head slightly. "I wouldn't want to do that, actually, because, um, everytime I turn around something new's happening. I'm a very spontaneous person. I just like to get up and go, and I've been doing that since I was fifteen...so, um, I couldn't say I'd like to write that ticket." She chuckles a little, but not the crack-cackle I was used to seeing in her past interviews.

She's actually sober here.

"I just wanna go wherever life takes me." She continues.

"What you're saying then, is, you couldn't write a ticket because what you would write wouldn't be as good as what could happen?"

"No, I don't--"

"--No?"

"No, I don't think that, I'm not saying that at all. I feel that I have certain goals in my life. Very big, big, dreams that I set for myself. But I wouldn't wanna, um, question God's way about where he's going with me." She states. "That's just...not me."

"If you could go back and change anything--"

"--Nothing." Vanity says, biting her lip nervously, shaking her head.

"Any of the decisions?"

"Nothing."

"Wouldn't change a thing?"

"Nothing." She buckles down on it and I feel my eyes gloss over. "Wouldn't change a thing…" she trails off, thinking for a second. "...Can't say that I would." She adds, softly. "Because each time that I've done something, whether it be a mistake in my life, it's always...what you might call a mistake in my life is never a mistake to me. It was a definite meant to be and it was a definite learning process. So all the pain and all the glory...I wouldn't change a thing."

She's so unapologetically sincere.

I cut the TV off as they start closing out the interview, and toss the remote across the room, losing my appetite and putting my bowl on my nightstand before I allow myself to replay what she just said.

And I cry, not because she was in a relationship with him, not because she tried to steal him from me...I cry because I regret everything. I regret marrying Nikki. I regret meeting Duff. I regret getting pegnant.

I'm not angry at her.

I envy her.

#nikki sixx #nikki sixx x oc #nikki sixx fanfiction #gateway drug

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Two-Faced Jewel: Session 12

Foolish Heroes of Barley

A half-elf conwoman (and the moth tasked with keeping her out of trouble) travel the Jewel in search of, uh, whatever a fashionable accessory is pointing them at. [Campaign log]

Last time, the party had returned to Barley to deal with a few loose ends. They've been staying in town for a while, waiting for their hired Deathseekers to deal with the dragon in the tower. This session, their stay comes to an end, and as you can see from the image here, they don't get into any trouble whatsoever.

A few other things happen before their fateful final night in town:

Kevin Softbreeze, the herbalist from the Deathseekers, visits town and sells Looseleaf some magic flowers that repel demons- though they're not very potent, and she'll need to stop by his garden in Cauterdale if she wants some seeds to try growing. Saelhen buys some potent knockout drops.

The villagers appear to still be arming themselves and preparing for battle with Wheat- since they didn't mention Arnie as the culprit at all, and tried to pin it on the dragon directly, Malath is still skeptical that they're totally safe from invasion, and defensive preparations continue.

Rumors spread that Chitch has gone missing, but no one can find the body. The party spreads rumors of their own- true ones- that Chitch went to go find his daughter after learning that the pain-wizard is dead.

On their fifth night in the village- somewhat earlier than expected- they notice something outside the window of their rooms in the inn. Lumiere's tower, previously unnoticeable, is suddenly aglow with some sort of yellow cylindrical magic barrier, made up of hexagonal panels.

Looseleaf rouses the rest of the party- the plan is to watch from a distance, and not interfere. A very loud roar is heard in the distance, which is suddenly cut off in the middle- it seems the Deathseekers have sprung their trap.

It's not too much longer after that when they begin to hear screams from around them in the village.

Saelhen's elf eyes spot... something rustling in the fields around the village. All of them. Quite a lot of somethings. Except despite the rustling, she can't make out anything but barley stalks. And the nothing- the hordes of nothing- is moving towards the tower.

The party leaps into action, heading downstairs with weapons drawn. On the ground floor, they see... something sort of familiar. Those Greed Echoes, the mud-and-grass monsters they fought on the road- one of them is forming itself out of broken bottles, dust, and wooden planks uprooted from the floor of the Harvester Inn. Cassie, the innkeeper, is watching in terror, knuckles white gripping a frying pan.

Congratulations! You're both right! The dragon is summoning an army of hateful Justice Echoes powered by the roused hatred of Wheat that's been stirred up in town!

Oyobi thinks fast, and oneshots the echo in the kitchen with an arrow, shattering a bottle that'd become its core. The screams outside continue, though, and the party exits the inn to find panicked villagers fleeing their homes. Justice Echoes made primarily from twisted stalks of barley have formed in their fields and homes, taking the weapons amassed for self-defense from their owners. They attack only those who resist, and make their way towards the tower.

Looseleaf: Let's just attack some hate-plague spirits and see if they decide to attack us instead. If they don't attack us at all, then we can just ignore them and run leisurely next to them and pick them off as we go. If they attack us, then it's a regular fight. "We're up to do some heroism this fine night, right, team?" Oyobi Yamatake: "Obviously!" Orluthe Chokorov: "Uh, I don't have that one prepared, do I? Uh..." Vayen: Saelhen du Fishercrown: "I am up to rub Mother K's face in the super obvious consequences of her actions while incidentally preventing pointless suffering." "Go team! Woo!"

Looseleaf starts us off by rending the spirit of the closest barley-monster, using her new Painspike ability to make the target Frightened of her.

However... these monsters have no purpose except to attack that which they fear, so rather than the normal effect of being Frightened, Looseleaf has now drawn aggro from this monster. Which is kind of what she wanted! So, that's a win! She now has a way to goad the enemy!

The party takes some swings at the monsters, knocking a couple out, but most of them seem to just be ignoring them, continuing to run through the fields towards the tower. They could become a problem for the Deathseekers if they're not dealt with- or for Wheat, for that matter.

Backup arrives in the form of Malath Kanthalga, who perceives these events as- what else?- an attack by Wheat. She's screaming, demanding to know who's responsible, and smashing echoes apart with her mace. Still, the echoes are mostly ignoring the village- they're grabbing anything they can find to use as a weapon, sort of ransacking the place, but most of them are just fleeing.

So Saelhen comes up with an extremely well-timed plan. It's a really good plan, I love it, and I'm excited to hit them with the consequences of her plan- until Looseleaf issues a timely bit of advice:

Saelhen du Fishercrown: Saelhen dashes (Cunning Action), steps forward, inhales a great gulp of breath... "FOOLISH HEROES OF BARLEY!" she bellows. "WHILE YOU FUTILELY WASTE YOURSELVES AGAINST WHEAT'S DEFENSES, I, THE SECRET SHADOW MAYOR OF WHEAT, WILL BE HERE BURNING YOUR HOMES!" "AND ALSO MENACING YOUR CITIZENS WITH MY PERMISSIVE IDEOLOGY!" She waves her hooded lantern, unlit, above her head, to drive the point home. "WHO AMONG YOU CAN STOP ME AND DELIVER JUSTICE? NO ONE, PROBABLY, I ASSUME!"

Vayen, in a surprising show of, let's call it camaraderie, is very much in support of this plan for some reason! He takes a break from his busy schedule of doing absolutely nothing every turn in combat to cast a helpful illusion, to ensure as many monsters aggro Saelhen as possible!

A few more rounds of combat ensue, with a good chunk of the monsters- including a few very large building-sized hulks- immediately turning to kill Saelhen. The party gets some good hits in, and Saelhen gets a little roughed up. She... would like maybe fewer things to be attacking her, actually.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "Their attention is on me, Mother Kanthalga, the secret mayor of Wheat this entire time, but you might be able to calm their anger! These creatures were born from this town's... collective mind, or something, they may listen to you if you order them to stand down!" Benedict I. (GM): Not with advantage, but a 22... "Wh... what? What are you saying? That's..." She hesitates, then speaks, in a booming voice she- well, you spent a few days here, you know she reserves it for sermons. "STAND DOWN! The time to strike against our foe has not yet come!" "We must be prudent! We must defend ourselves, not attack!" [DEFEND OURSELVES,] the echoes agree, continuing to bear down on Saelhen. Saelhen du Fishercrown: Worth a shot!

It doesn't seem like these things are hugely receptive to emotional appeals or logical argument- they have the one emotion, which they're made of, and they don't super do other ones.

In the following combat rounds, Saelhen... takes a few more hits, which she is not designed to do on account of being a rogue.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: WHY DID I NOT DECLARE ORLUTHE THE SECRET SHADOW MAYOR

More echoes emerge from the fields and attack, and Saelhen is starting to look really rough- and Vayen just keeps the illusion on her, not actually helping in any way. Until... one of them goes for Looseleaf, instead. When it starts looking like she might be in danger, he fires off a bolt of blue electricity, which begins to singe one of the monsters attacking her for damage every turn. He's... a higher-level spellcaster than anyone else in the party, apparently!

Looseleaf, with a little room to maneuver, unfolds her wings and takes to the air- up and out of reach of the smaller monsters, drawing their aggro and forcing them to waste turns. Meanwhile, Orluthe and Oyobi, backed up by Malath and a couple of villagers who've reclaimed their weapons, cut down a few more echoes as more surge forth from the fields to replace them.

Saelhen... keeps trying to persuade Malath to persuade the echoes to stop. She does very well at persuading Malath to try that! Malath tries that, wholeheartedly, once again to no effect! Eventually, Malath stops trying.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "Would you consider coming to them as a trusted comrade, who trained them to protect them, rather than the one leading them off to war? Maybe?" Malath Kanthalga: "I am going to come to them as a very angry warrior with a mace," she growls. Saelhen du Fishercrown: "Okay! Okay, fair enough. Spiritual remedies off the table, understood."

Orluthe is getting really tired, and keeps whiffing his swings- it's touch-and-go for a while. But Saelhen and Looseleaf's frantic attempts to kite enemies out of range have been paying off, and they manage to down the remaining super-hulks juuuuust before anyone dies.

Benedict I. (GM): Y'know, it's possible that making the two squishiest members of the party draw aggro was not the number one best strategic move Saelhen du Fishercrown: IT MAYBE WASN'T, NO Looseleaf: eh, it's worked out so far!

The combat wraps up, and we transition to a bunch of Athletics rolls to chase down and terminate as many of the smaller echoes as possible. They build a firepit in the center of town, to dispose of defeated echoes in- just in case that's necessary, because who knows what kind of magic is animating these guys.

So after a wild night of chasing, taunting, fleeing, and burning justice echoes- well, it's not so much a wild night as a wild twenty minutes or so- there's a point at which the fields just suddenly fall silent. A pair of echoes chasing Saelhen fall to the ground, inert.

With a good roll...

Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...of course, you're free to dismiss this as the ramblings of a crazed outsider. But keep in mind, Mother Kanthalga, that the ones who fell upon your town, tore it apart in a frenzy of violence, and stabbed you repeatedly for your pains, endangering your people, your daughter and your livelihoods, were repeating the words you taught them." Benedict I. (GM): Malath winces. "That... I don't know why they..." Saelhen du Fishercrown: "...think on it. You're reasonable people, around here. You can come to your own conclusions." Benedict I. (GM): "I tell you, I did not make these things! If not for..." She's kind of lost for words. "...Apologies. I have much work to do," she says, and leaves.

After some work mending the village and cleaning up the aftermath, Looseleaf heads back into the inn to check on Vayen, who hasn't been helping at all and is instead drunk at the bar. He asks "Did she make it?"- and Looseleaf gets a nat 20 on Insight.

She's pretty sure that he was talking about Saelhen- and that he sounded almost hopeful. He was unusually jazzed about a plan that involved her being attacked by a horde of angry monsters- and he chose to shoot the echo that was attacking her, not the one bearing down on Saelhen with a bunch of its friends. When she informs him Saelhen survived, she's able to tell he's disappointed.

Saelhen du Fishercrown: so he doesn't hate us, as a group he hates saelhen specifically Looseleaf: But also weirdly- okay, what if: what if he actually has an ancestral quest involving that bracer and he's mad that saelhen beat him to the punch and furthermore used it as a shitty cover story Saelhen du Fishercrown: saelhen going THE DE LA SURPLUS ANCESTRAL QUEST IS REAL???

Looseleaf switches to talking to Vayen via her spirit-magic imitation of the Message spell.

Looseleaf: (Like, Vayen, everything you're doing is about Saelhen in some way or other. And I can't figure out why. You seem pretty much ambivalent towards all of us except for her. I don't get it. If you want Saelhen dead, why haven't you just killed her? I saw that lightning bolt- if you wanted, I bet you could take all of us, in a straight fight.) (You're sending real mixed signals. If you want her dead, why isn't she dead? Why do you want her to be dead via a hand other than your own?) Vayen: He locks up. And then sighs. Looseleaf: (And now you're sitting here sounding all tired and sad and I feel bad about that.) (I dunno, do you want to, uh, talk about it, with someone.) Vayen: "I don't... want her... to be dead," he says, clearly choosing his words carefully. "I have nothing against her." Looseleaf: (Then it's the- bracer??) Vayen: I'm letting that one Insight roll do a lot of work here, but he definitely reacts to that. "I- um, no," he says, lying. Looseleaf: (There is literally nothing significant about Saelhen other than her bracer, unless you plan on telling me that your deepest desire is to defeat the dance emperor of Kanzentokai in a danceoff and reclaim your ancestral throne of dancing glory.) (Which, granted, if that's the case, that'd be amazing.) Vayen: "I don't know what you're- that's not..." "It's all coincidence. Whatever you're thinking. I don't have- I don't have anything against- Saelhen? Noeru?" Looseleaf: (Look, I- okay, here's how I see things. I don't know how the bracer works, it's weird magic stuff, but the way I see it, there's two major ways the bracer could work.) (That is, you either want the bracer for yourself, because whatever it does or whatever you need it for, you need to be the one wearing it- OR, you just need anybody willing to use the bracer to do whatever it is the bracer's supposed to do.) Vayen: "...Can you not?" "I- I have a job." "I have an important job." "It's from the School of Restricted Arts." Looseleaf: "Well, tell us about the dang important job then! Maybe we can help you with it." "I don't get why you're preassuming that we'd never do anything you might want us to do." Vayen: "It's from the School of- are you listening?" "It's secret." "Look, it's- you don't need to worry about it, okay?" Looseleaf: "Hhhhhrlgkrkshxzshktkrrrzzzzktttttkzzz," Looseleaf says, reverting to her natural dialect in a brief moment of frustration. Vayen: "Sure, it's easier if- I mean, she- that was her idea, she wanted to..." "I just- I can just..." "As long as I can keep an eye on..." He groans. "I shouldn't be talking to you." "You're not in the School." Looseleaf: "Okay, just- hhhjkkkkkrkxxxxxtk." Vayen:"Are... you okay?" He's never asked a question like that before. Looseleaf: (I'm fine, that's just how we express frustration, our throats don't naturally conform to making sounds like 'hrrrrrgh', whenever I do that it's a performative thing that I do to adhere to human expectations- look, the big reason why I'm trying to, pound my way through your portcullis of secrecy with a twenty-foot battering ram of blunt communication,) (is because right now Saelhen is like, probably 80% convinced you're trying to poison her in your sleep.) (Seriously, this amount of in-party distrust is, like, way too Ccorde-damned much.) Vayen: "I wouldn't do that," he says. "If I were going to do that, I'd have done it already. Looseleaf: (If you'd express, in a credible way, that you're actually just trying to get Saelhen to do whatever it is she'd do anyways, she'd feel a lot better about it!) (And then she might even work with you to further your goals directly!) Vayen: He doesn't say anything for a little while. "...This is stupid." "This isn't even- it's wrong, even." "Maybe that's why." Man, that bottle he's holding is emptier than you thought it'd be. He's only been here less than half an hour. "Don't try to- guh, friends. He'll never- stupid. What's the point." He sort of collapses on the bar.

Vayen, it seems, can't hold his liquor. Looseleaf... carries him back up to his room.

Next time: the party finally leaves Barley, for good this time! And also a minor medical emergency happens, and also they kidnap a twelve-year-old, but like, it's fine. It'll be fine. Don't worry about it.

#twofaced jewel #tfj log

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Explorers of Arvus: uhhhh / 3.23.21

today's notes are different from usual bc. well. you'll see

LAST TIME ON EXPLORERS OF ARVUS i broke my sleep schedule and am barely existing so this is fine. we went back to camp vengeance an uhhhhhhhhhhhh we are now going to fuck off into the forest to die or prove a very important point

oh god we forgot to level up

[mgd voice] BOOSTING NYX TO MAXIMUM LEVEL

im so fuckin tired. what on earth am i doing. how do i level again

k is not here this time but instead we've got mae+nii bonking their heads together to simulate 2 braincells and so far it is not working. i might just have to like fuckin, drop out n zzz partway thru or somethin. would be fun to see how chaotic michael makes charlie in my absensce

oh wait i can do d&dbeyond i think. how do i work this again. will i ever remember i have shield

what level am i. level 6? pog. oh shit i think i have a new thing

. new spell

. 3 total 3rd level spell slots

. bend luck! i can now screw people over on purpose (and will probably use my sorcery points FINALLY)

michael is leveling charlie up bc my brain is apple sos

ASDXFKLJFH I FEEL CALLED OUT zec rb'd my most recent art of MaX with "all i know about xem is that leo likes xem a lot that's the extent of my knowledge" THANK U FOR SUPPORTIN ME ANYWAY

there will be less blaseball distractions than last time bc blaseball is now on siesta. however i will still have MaX brainrot in the background bc i was drawing xem

wyatt mason my beloved

OKAY I GOTTA MUTE THE TACO STAND FOR THE ENTIRETY OF D&D i cannot and will not get distracted. we can do this. we

nintendo wii

we havent even started yet and im already incoherent

ok i have made a decision and that decision is that i do not have the brainpower to play. however i do have the brianpower to take notes hopefully! so ill just like. vibe. this will be a first

oh man im gonan pick up Blink. charlie is gonna be a fucking menace to herself and others

oh my god its not concentration so charlie may continue teleporting while unconscious. thorne is going to hate this

[charlie gets her soul eaten by a ring] [charlie singing dragonston din tei at halvkWAIT JORB HAS A PRIZE

jorb got a thing! an evil genius thing! figure man. fugrine. figuring. help

GREEN HAS DIAGNOSED ME AS TIGREX MONSTERHUNTER i love this

my notes are a disaster. this is so sucks

serotonin is stored in the wiggly zoomy jorb camera

jorb: his pinky is the size of the rest of his fingers

leo: he has a disease

jorb: he has a disease.

jorb: that disease is male pattern baldness

leo: [reduced to tearful giggling for mysterious reasons]

LAST TIME, ON EXPLORERS OF ARVUS: we've returned to camp vengeance! taure is still unconscious, which is not very great. camp vengeance is doin better tho!

michael, as part of the recap: ingrid is getting railed by her new girlfriend,

first dice roll of the day is michael rolled a 1. good start

OH THORNE IS AN ARTIFICER NOW thorne took a level in artificer!

"...it's like figuring out the right mathematical equation to summon a gun."

group is gonna go check out the statue that we passed by now that we're not WHAT DO YOU MEAN PONK AND GEORGE CANONICALLY HAVE IBS thats it im not looking at 772 anymore

im doing a bad job of paying attention but at least im Present

SIERON LEARNED FLY AND USED IT ON CHARLIE

michael: what do you want to do with your new flying powers?

leo: how many problems can i cause in 10 minutes

guard 1: ...why is the halfling flying?

guard 2: [rolls a 3 on intelligence] i think they can just do that

groundhogs, the real scourge of the campaign

silje and sieron are gonna hunt a big elk. they got distracted and sieron is putting grass on silje's head. i think

WAIT WE'RE ON WATCH NOW FUCK

we have discovered kali's tragic backstory whoops

update i am. too sleepy for this. good nigh everyone

[ and then leo went and somewhat took a nap! solar, normally playing thorne, started playing charlie in my stead. @jorbs-palace, local hero, started taking shitpost notes in my stead. ]

jorb's ghostwritten notes for leo:

help solar is immediately doing a cursed voice for charlie. charlie can do so many crimes

congratulations, charlie is now temporarily immortal!

dwarves can hit things with their beard

kali wants to know if she's legally allowed to bail

she'd feel really bad if she had to loot our corpses for payment if we died.

we have entered the Tree Zone

one of the corpses is now a flamingo (has one leg)

silje has decided to stab the ground. take that, dirt

kali was large size for a second there but then she remembered to not be a giant

"you accidentally deleted my cat?!"

silje has learned naruto cloning jutsu

be gone, thot

oh boy, making an int check to look at a statue! 11! silje is dumb apparently.

hmm. the statue has divination magic. it's also affecting silje.

SILJE LEARNED A 6TH LEVEL SPELL? its only single use but still

you solved my statue riddllllleeeee

thorne forgot to have eyes

its a shame mac and cheese doesnt exist in the d&d universe

wizards are just math criminals (the criminal part is setting people on fire)

sieron crit fails a check but it was still a 9 because of having +8

thorne is looking for what's weird!

uh oh music got scary, never a good sign

hmm. those leaves over there weren't dead a moment ago.

UNDEAD TROLL TIME! rolling initiative

"it's ok, im a wizard, it's my duty to be correct." "wow! waow!"

woooah here he comes

IT JUST DID HALF SIERON'S HEALTH AS A PASSIVE END OF TURN EFFECT?

thorne backed up and cast eldri- oh, ray of enfeeblement. character development continues

charlie is going to just blink out of existence for a minute.

big chungus has grabbed silje and sieron. BIG CHUNGUS HAS THROWN SILJE AND SIERON.

sieron is using hit and run tactics! isn't good at his extra attack yet though

silje is activating bid bid blood blood blood

thorne uses beam of skipping your leg day. troll's legs are now skipped.

michael is trying to determine what a 'clavicle' is

"does that mean the star trek kind, or the bdsm kind?"

charlie wants to cast magic missile.

charlie has vanished back into the ethereal plane mid-taunt

silje has decided to not get bitten today

silje may or may not have stats.

oh, right, trolls are weak to fire! and also we forgot to upgrade sieron's firebolt. so it actually hurts now!

silje is full of knives and blades and does 31 damage in one turn!

charlie shouts words of encouragement from the ethereal plane. a nearby ghost vibes with this.

🎉 eldritch blast 🎉

kali remembered she hates the sun

silje is enthuasiatic about charlie saying "get him cat boy!"

charlie contemplating using fireball to nuke the troll and also the entire stonehenge

charlie has decided to use magic missile instead, probably for the best

the troll bit at charlie SO POORLY it broke some of its teeth on the ground

charlie is too small to hit

accidentally rolled advantage on a firebolt, so got to learn it WOULD have done 29 damage with a crit but instead it missed because it was not actually with advantage

silje has just sliced open its entire back and made a spray of frozen blood! radical. big boy is down!

we have burned the body because we are not stupid. well, we ARE stupid, but not stupid in the way of leaving a body full of necrotic magic around

[dr coomer voice] i think it's good that he died!

we're also doing a funeral pyre for the other corpses that were around. just to be sure.

our loot is: the satisfaction of a job well done

thorne is cosplaying as charlie

charlie has located the direction troll came from! she found the 'the way to sweet loot' sign

thorne is apparently better at survival checks than our hired guide? wack

we found a viking house! it has: mead, a shield, gravestones,

found a gold coin in the mead! maybe it was thirsty

oh theres a LOT Of coins in there actually. 60 gold and 120 silver!

have successfully pointed out a hole in the DM's logic :)

there was a raven! it cawed and left. ok bye buddy

and that's where we leave it! heading back to camp vengeance next time.

someone rated this session a 7.2 out of 10, which is very specific

good night mr coconut

#leo chirps #ttrpg #explorers of arvus #jorb #thank u based jorb

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