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Tacenda - Chapter Three (f.o)

Summary: you’ll never truly be free from the Capitol.

Word Count; 5.5k

Warnings; swearing, DEATH MENTION

NOTES: i give reader a last name to fit the world.

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“Good morning,” Finnick’s voice is soft as he brushes some hair from your face.

You sigh, not opening your eyes just yet, “It can’t be seven already.”

“It is.” he tells you, “I’ll start the shower for you. Scope out Mags and Elysia.”

You pucker your lips a little bit, making him laugh. He leans over, kissing you for a moment, and then he gets off of the bed. You open your eyes now, watching as Finnick stretches, groaning and wandering around the room. He pulls a shirt out from the dresser, goes into the bathroom to start a shower as promised, and then he waves goodbye to you.

This isn’t unusual for the both of you. However, normally you’re the one getting up and scoping out the tributes and Elysia first. Finnick lays in bed longer so he can get a few more winks. But after last night, he understands that you might need a few more minutes this time around.

After the door shuts behind Finnick, you’re tempted to roll over, curl up and shut your eyes again. If you do that, the sun will be right in your eyes though. Finnick might have been up for a while because of the window right there. The sun is merciless, bright and unwavering.

You sit up on the bed, taking a look at the clock that’s provided to see that it is still around the normal time you and Finnick wake up at. In an hour or so, you’ll be in the Capitol. Which means that you won’t have to look awful for too long. You should look good enough to get by the Capitol people waiting at the train station and that’s about it.

As soon as you’re about to stand up, a wave of slight nausea comes over you. You cover your mouth, taking in a deep breath through your nose. You grab the water bottle that’s by the bed and take a long drink from it. You’re not feeling completely better, but you don’t feel like throwing up anymore.

The outfit you pick out from the dresser is something more pleasing for the Capitol. A simple blue dress, a pair of white lace flats, and whatever else you’ll be able to conjure up out of the jewelry drawer in the bathroom. After you’ve picked out your outfit, you go ahead and pick out something matching for Finnick.

He’s not a child and you realize that. He’s perfectly capable of dressing himself up, but as you remember last night, there’s going to be a favoritism problem. To the tributes, you two will obviously be annoying with how you’re playing this game, but to the Capitol, they’ll see you as the married couple you are. They’ll think you two are sticking together–not that you would split–and gravitate more towards you two.

While you’re heading to the bathroom, you’re absently looking over the tag of the dress, wondering if it’ll irritate your skin while you’re wearing it. When a certain designer name catches your eye.

Laurel has made this dress. You stop where you’re standing and look over to Finnick’s top to see that Pleurisy has made it.

Huh. Does that mean that everyone this year is wearing what their design team had made during the times that they won?

Or maybe Laurel and Pleurisy are doing this for you guys. Because you guys hold a special place in their hearts for other reasons besides making them rise to fame when they did. It’s not like it was a small thing either, Finnick had money rolling in for Pleurisy for months since he was so favored.

Still disgusting in your opinion.

You take a quick shower, just washing your body so you don’t smell when you get out there. You know that they’ll be washing your hair, ripping skin off your body and putting you through plenty of baths when you get there. There’s no point in doing it yourself. As if they’ll suddenly be like ‘oh, she did it, no need to do our job!’. Cleo, Leo and Beth are ruthless on Laurel’s orders.

You could look absolutely perfect, just how they do it every year, and they’ll go through their normal routine for things anyway. Just because they believe that you could have missed a spot or whatever. Once again, you don’t mind this, they’re just doing their jobs. You love those three as much as you can.

Once you’re dressed, you slip on the shoes, and your wedding ring. Next are the necklaces, bracelets and earrings that Laurel has stored in a specific drawer in both bathrooms. Which you should probably clear up as well.

You might be in Finnick’s room and bathroom, so logically it wouldn’t make sense for any of your stuff to be in his room, and vice versa. Except the fact that you two are married to each other, and you’re always in and out of the rooms. There’s replicas on everything in both rooms. This same dress and pair of flats and all this jewelry–besides your wedding rings–can be found in your room too.

You make your hair look nice, leaving it down instead of out of your face. You do that to make it so you can see around the room better. If there’s hair in your face, then you won’t be able to see everything as easily.

You leave the shower on for Finnick. And just as you expected, Finnick is waiting on the bed when you leave the bathroom, “Mags and Elysia are at the table eating.”

He stands up, holding his arms out for you. You hug him against your body tightly, swaying around with him for a moment in the silence. There’s not much to say, the doom is lingering over your heads, on a timer.

“I picked out a matching outfit for you, it’s on the counter.” you tell him, looking up, “I’ll be out there with them.”

“Don’t wait on me.” he smiles, kissing you.

“You sure?” you ask him.

He nods, hugging you again, and then he heads into the bathroom. The door shuts behind him, and you wander off to the dining car. Mags and Elysia are in their normal spots when you do get there. Mags is probably still on her first bowl of stew, as Elysia might be too.

And here you are, about to come in here and eat the entire stew. Not like you can help it much, you’ve got to gain as much weight as possible. Pack on the calories, so when you are inside of the arena, you’re losing your extra weight, rather than what you have normally. There will always be time after the games to recover all the pounds you lost.

You’re three quarters through your second bowl when Finnick finally comes out. His hair is still kinda wet, but it doesn’t bother him. He kisses you first, and then takes his seat to your right. After that, he starts eating as much as you do. For once though, you’re tapping out early.

You would keep eating, but since your stomach was upset only an hour ago, presumably because of how much food you ate last night, you’re going to keep it light. Finnick keeps going though, and the both of you drink a glass of orange juice, and then pure water after that.

It isn’t long before the entire train car is blacked out. A clear giveaway that you’ve made it to the Capitol train station. You and Finnick take this brief moment to wipe your faces and make sure each other looks presentable. After that, you head to the window like you did the first time.

“Darlings of the Capitol.” Finnick is bitter.

“People pleasers.” you force a smile, waving to the people waiting out there.

“Murderers.”

“Attention seekers.”

“That’s enough–” Elysia tries, but you can imagine that Mags is shaking her head.

And she adds one for herself, “Idiots.”

The people outside the window have no idea what you had just said. Not to mention that those words are a double-edged sword. It can define you guys, and it can define them. Which is the best part.

You all are in a sinking ship, being forced into these games. Why not take out the people that allowed this, too?

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Leo is sadistic, you’re sure of it. And his memory goes back farther than you gave him credit for. You thought that they’d all forget about what had happened during your games. However, it seems like their memory is better than you thought it was, and this is in link with the sadistic thing.

For you, you blocked out all of the memories you could. Some of them were unimportant, like the grooming part–which you had just gone through–and so you had no idea what they were talking about at first. Leo was saying something about how they were so gentle with you, when you went through the games the first time around.

You don’t remember this at all, like you just said. You literally forget what happens in here, and so when the tributes ask you, you can list off the few obvious things, but otherwise you’re just blanked out on them. You’d think that since that the games were a very important event of your life, that you’d remember every single piece of it, but it’s not how it works.

You’ve lived through so much at this point, that it’s forgivable that you forgot that you get waxed, shaved, threatened to have botox done to you, hair washed, conditioned, colored and then half a million baths, and there’s even more after that.

Anyway, Leo was saying something about how you were their first job for all of them. They didn’t know how to approach you at the time, because they were all so new to this. They were very timid, and Beth was kind enough to remind you on how they didn’t know where to start when you were standing in front of them.

This is the part where Leo had told you that they thought it was a requirement to be as gentle as possible with the tributes. They hadn’t wanted to be too mean when it came to things, and so when they waxed, and pulled your hair a little too hard, and all of that, they apologized or muttered a quick ‘whoops’ under their breath.

After that, the sadistic side of Leo came out, and he was giddy when he said, “Now we don’t have to be gentle!” and pulled the most painful wax strip you’ve ever had on your body, as slowly and as painfully as possible.

You don’t remember what you might have done to earn this sort of treatment out of your dearest prep team, but you swear to god that you’re not opposed to showing them the repercussions of doing something like that. The fact that they saw it as a game had you fuming but you bit your tongue as best as possible.

They’re Capitol people, purebred and they’re stupid as fuck. They don’t understand everything as well as they should. They’re the same prep team that had probably voted on Katniss’s dress because they thought that it would actually have a big impact. They’re stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Stupid.

The door opens, and Laurel comes in. You’re already sitting in the robe, not waiting for her approval. She knows that her prep team have done their best, for their favorite tribute that they’ve ever come across. Laurel does give you a slight look of disapproval though.

“What is it, this time?” you ask.

“What gave you the idea to volunteer?” she motions for you to leave the room, you hop off the table and follow her to the lounge. Here, you’ll have a moment of peace.

“Did you not see Finnick get picked?” it’s a rhetorical question, she knows it, and slides past it.

“You made Elysia change the order, it’s almost like you wanted him to get picked.”

You scoff slightly, “He would have gotten it either way, I believe. What I did was smart.”

She takes a drink of what you assume is red wine, motioning her hand as a prompt for you to keep going.

“Well,” you pause for a moment, trying to figure out how to word this without messing it up, “What if girls had gone first. Annie gets pulled, and I volunteer over her on the assumption that Finnick does get pulled. Then, it goes to boys and his name isn’t the one that’s called. Suddenly, he’s volunteering to join me.”

She nods slowly, “You’re here for him, then?”

“Yes.” you tell her, “and I’m sure he would have volunteered for me.”

“You two are quite the couple,” a little head tilt from her as she looks you over, it’s not a judgemental thing. You’ve learned over the years of knowing her that she pauses between sentences or ideas. Not for dramatic effect, it’s just her speaking pattern, “But not better than Katniss and Peeta.”

“What dress did you vote for?” you mock.

She smiles now, “I didn’t. All of them were ugly to me. Cinna is smart, but young.”

“As I’m sure you’re hitting thirty or forty now?”

Now she’s scowling at you, “I don’t look that age.”

“Never said I did.” you shrug, leaning back against the couch.

Laurel is clearly annoyed at you now, but her face smoothes over. Something to do with wrinkles, you can imagine. The Capitol is always about complexion, “You’re lucky I had designed that dress for you. No one could shut up. I had a million requests to make other people’s dresses too.”

“And you didn’t take a single one of them!” you laugh.

She smiles now, “No, I didn’t.”

Your wedding dress was a one-time thing in her career. Actually, if she ends up getting married, she’ll probably end up designing her own dress too. All that really matters, is that she didn’t turn into a wedding dress designer.

“On to more important things.” she sits up a bit taller now, “Your outfits this year are more revealing.”

Your mouth pops open for a second.

“You can’t turn it down, the outfit is already made. It’s going to be hard to look better than the twelve tributes.” she’s bitter, there must be more behind it than Cinna’s designs, “Just know that Finnick is half naked again.”

And just after that, the prep team is like a whirlwind. They had you stepping into your outfit, as they fixed your hair for beach waves, and they painted your nails. Your wedding ring is on your finger, it was taken briefly when you first came in. This is because it’s technically a token if you’re going to be wearing it into the games. Fortunately for you, it’s important because it’s a wedding band. It’s passed the check, same as Finnick’s.

This year, it’s another two-piece. You made a comment that Laurel has to be desperate if she’s falling onto skin-revealing levels, and in return she had to restrain herself so she didn’t ruin your hair. However, in that moment, you saw a rage of a thousand suns burn through her eyes all at once.

Cleo reminded her of the wrinkles, and her face smoothed again. Her eyes were still ablaze though, not finding your comment funny in the slightest way.

You’ve got a strapless bra on, which you’re sure that with the tightness and the thickness of the top, it’s not needed at all. She might have have done it for comfort though, because whatever material this is, it’s itchy as hell. It irritates the undersides of your arms, but you brave-face it.

The top is tight, and it pushes your boobs up more. There’s enough cleavage to win some sponsors over, but that’s about it. It ends just an inch or two beneath your boobs, and then the rest is all skin until your hips. Basically from mid-rib to your hips, it’s all stomach.

The bottom is a flowy skirt almost. Made out of a soft material, but it’s not silk by any means. There’s a leg slit–as usual and it goes to your ankles. It’s flimsy almost when you move. Laurel fixes the way you walk around the room, making sure that the skirt will move in the right way. All in all, it’s a beige-tan color, trying to stay on the same color page as the itchy top, but not overpowering.

Laurel would have chosen black, it’s just how she is. But there’s going to be a ton of people going for that anyway. She thought that she might as well try something new, and it’s working as well as it can.

She makes you stand in heels while they put on the finishing touches. It seems like every year they get a few centimeters taller. You feel like you’re going to be taller than Finnick this year. And since you’re also going to be standing on a chariot, your odds for falling off of the ride increases. You wonder if this is payback for the comment earlier.

When you finally leave the room, Mags greets you with Elysia. They compliment you, telling you that everything is just about to start, and then they wish you good luck. Or rather, Elysia does all of this and Mags just nods right along.

When you get out to where the horses are, you see that everyone is here. Had your prep team taken any longer, then there’s a great chance that you might have come late, delaying the show. Elysia would not have heard the end of it, and there would be endless comments about it from others. Even though you’re not too sure how they would fit in with it all.

You stand here, overwhelmed and confused on where to start first. You want to find Finnick, but he’s probably somewhere near the chariot. You’ll see him in a moment anyway, what you really want, is to see Cecelia.

Unfortunately enough for you, your former career friends are all standing together. They don’t let you walk away from your spot easily. Cashmere waves you over, and although you want to get to Cecelia, you don’t think it can hurt.

“Welcome back!” Cashmere chirps, “How are you feeling?”

You don’t know how they can be all so happy. But you suppose that this is what they’re bred for.

“Tired,” you look over her, “Unimpressed, annoyed, angry.”

You hadn’t slept well last night, which is why Finnick had given you that extra time. He was up for a brief moment to grab a snack or something, right when you had the worst nightmare you’ve had in a while. You don’t doubt that it’s because of the idea of going back into the arena, because that’s exactly what it’s about.

You haven’t had arena-inspired nightmares for years. You’d say it was a coincidence, but yesterday morning was also hard for you to get up. Two nightmares in a row, you don’t know how you’ll be able to sleep tonight with these odds.

“We’re all angry about the games.” Brutus tells you, glancing at the nearest peacekeeper.

Enobaria breathes out a laugh, “It’s hard not to be. I thought that I’d be living in my house for the rest of my life.” she crosses her arms, scowling, and then rolls her eyes, “Now I have to fight to live in it again.”

“Everyone does.” Gloss is looking at you, “How are you and Finnick holding up?”

He’s jealous.

“We’re doing fine. The games can’t pull us apart.”

“Even with you volunteering like that?” Cashmere tilts her head, “He didn’t look happy.”

You smile a little bit, “He’s happy I’m here now. He knows that I’ll be insurance for our win.”

They’re all a little surprised by the confidence.

Enobaria laughs, “Alright, I’ll bite,” emphasis on the word because of her teeth, “Why do you think that?”

You stand a little taller, looking over them all, “I don’t kiss and tell.”

You remember why you stopped talking to them in the first place. You take your words as a way out of the conversation, and head right over to Cecelia. On the way, Johanna gives you a sly smirk, and you wink at her. She clearly just saw everything that had gone down between you guys.

Katniss may be the girl on fire, but she will never be a match to you.

Your encounter with Cecelia is brief. You apologize to her that this is happening, and she says that she won’t stand a chance, but she hopes that you two make it out fine. Cecelia has the kindest heart, and it’s such a damn shame that no one had volunteered for her.

If you were in that district, you would have done it simply for the fact that she’s surrounded by her kids. There’s nothing more important than family, and keeping everyone together.

Kinda ironic coming from the person that ditched her three siblings for her husband, isn’t it? But he’s the best family that you’ve ever had. He completes it.

Your eyes do a brief sweep of the last four chariots that are in the line. Thinking over the names, seeing Chaff and Seeder, and even going as far as to look at Katniss and Peeta. Except, that blonde hair is your blonde hair. That’s not Peeta, it’s Finnick.

You hadn’t even realized that Finnick wasn’t at the chariot when you were passing it initially. You were so caught up in your moment of pride and the determination to go see Cecelia that you lost track of Finnick.

Seeing this as another gateway, you head over to him. The closer you get, the more Katniss seems to focus on you. Soon, you’re sliding your arm in with Finnick’s, and he looks at you, smiling.

“Hey,” you greet them both, but look over Katniss, “Another fire show today?”

Her eyes lower into squints, clearly unsure if that’s an insult or not. But Finnick wraps up his conversation with her, not giving her a chance to decipher the answer. You skip over the feel to introduce yourself, she has to know who you are by now. You’re no unfamiliar face, Elysia had told you that people are already buzzing because of your presence.

Your win was the most dramatic and scenic. You painted a perfect picture for them when you were hanging by that rope from your foot. When Finnick was staring up at your unconscious body. It was a sight to see, the gamemakers and Caesar still reference it to today. It’s been ten years.

And it’s the same thing for Annie too. With that crown on her brow, standing on top of the cornucopia. Soaked from the water from head to toe, chin up but a smile on her face. The arena was still flooded beyond belief. There were chunks of wood, dirt, cement and rock floating in the water.

Before you leave, you look over Katniss for a final time, nodding at her slightly, “It was nice meeting you.”

You let go of Finnick briefly when you turn, seeing that Peeta is heading your way too. You elbow Finnick, smirking to yourself a little bit. Peeta looks over you curiously, and you tilt your head.

“Peeta,” Finnick muses.

“Finnick.” Peeta says back.

Once you’re a few feet away from them, you spin to face Finnick, but now you’re walking backward. Finnick tosses a sugarcube into the air, and catches it smoothly. Then, he holds it out for you.

“The tradition will live on.”

You pluck it from his hand, popping it in your mouth. Then, he takes your hand, pulling you into his side. Laurel and Pleurisy are waiting at the chariot when you two get there. They made final adjustments, and then you stepped up and onto the chariot. Just for the Capitol’s sake, you place your arms like how they were for the first games.

Everything you do here, is going to be a reflection of what you did the first time you were here. The reaping, the train ride, the grooming, the tribute parade. The next three training days you’ll be forming your alliance and solidifying all skills you might not have made the first time around. Then, the private screening, an interview, a night without sleep, and finally, the games.

Finnick holds your arm tight against his body, “How are those heels working out for you?”

You look down at them, “It’s punishment.”

He laughs, “What did you do?”

You look to him, smiling, “You know I can’t help but to push buttons.”

“Of course.”

The chariots in front of you start moving. This is when you place your hand off to the side, holding on for the jolt. You don’t think you’ll actually end up falling off, but the heels make you feel so unstable. As soon as the horses start moving, you hold onto Finnick again.

“What were you and Katniss talking about?” you ask, suddenly smiling at you wave at the stands.

“You know me,” he laughs, “Secrets.”

You laugh too, “I wouldn’t expect anything less. Find anything?”

“She said she’s an open book,” You and Finnick look at each other at the same thing, “I have a feeling she’s lying.”

“That’s obvious.” you nod, looking back to the stands.

You’re just entering the center circle now. You guys will be skipping over the speech this time around, which isn’t that unusual. But that doesn’t mean you guys won’t pass in front of Snow.

His eyes go over everyone one at a time. First is district one, and then two. Then three, and then four.

Snow looks at you first, straight-faced, unamused. And then, when his eyes slide over to Finnick, you feel protective. Suddenly, you’re no longer smiling, your lip is curling and you’re glaring right at the man himself. You instinctively tighten your arm with Finnick’s. Snow’s look to Finnick is brief, and when he looks back to you, you’re sure you can see a wave of shock pass through his face.

He doesn’t expect this kind of a response from you. Unfortunately for him, you know everything that had happened to Finnick. And you know that Finnick wasn’t getting paid through cash, but something much more valuable. Something he can use at any given time, and it might even get him killed for it.

Finnick is yours. If you find a way to win this with him, Snow won’t get his hands on him again. You’ll do everything you possibly can to show that Finnick isn’t his anymore. It isn’t a tug-of-war. Especially when you have such a grip on Finnick.

As soon as your back is turned to Snow, you ease your grip and stand a little taller. You’re not the only one that has grievances with Snow. You know for a fact that Finnick isn’t the only one he’s sold. Or tried either.

You guys are just beginning to leave the circle, when there’s a flurry of cheers. You don’t bother looking behind you, but rather up, at the screens that are provided for Capitol citizens to see better, up close.

“She’s aflame again.” you shake your head, “called it.”

“It’s her signature, they’re going to over use it.”

“My signature is a noose and you don’t see me wearing it.” you say with a straight face, but soon you and Finnick are laughing at the ridiculousness of it.

The rest of the ride back is mostly filled with waves. The people might chant Katniss, but you hear the occasional voice yelling out for you or Finnick. A few will throw bottles of sand. That hit the pavement and the glass shatters on impact.

As soon as you’re inside of the building, out of sight of the Capitol, you let Finnick go completely. He gets off the chariot first, but offers his hand for you, helping you down. You thank him, kissing him easily because you still have the heels on. But once you’re done, you start to take them off as fast as possible.

They’re making your feet hurt. You can only wear these shoes in short bursts, otherwise your feet will blister and hurt for a long ass time. The last thing you’d need is to have achy feet while you’re supposed to be running around inside of the arena.

“Wish I could take off this wrap.” Finnick complains.

“Itchy?”

He nods, holding your arm as you lean down to undo the straps on the back of the heels. While you’re down there, you’re able to see a couple pair of feet approach you guys.

With this, you look up. In front of you is Mags and Haymitch, “Hey! It’s been a while.”

“It has.” Haymitch nods.

“Nice to see you sober every now and then,” Finnick teases, you pull off the heel and Mags holds it for you temporarily, “What brings you here?”

Haymitch makes a face, tilting his head almost apprehensively, “How would you feel about an alliance?”

You pucker, taking off the second heel, and taking the one that Mags is holding, “Are you asking for your tributes, because they’re afraid to ask. Or are you asking on the behalf of them? Because there’s a difference there.”

You and Finnick want to be partnered up with Katniss and Peeta, of course. But there’s nothing worse than trying to be paired with two disobedient teenagers. They’re still sixteen and seventeen, and they sure as hell don’t know their way around things like you guys do.

“Hear me out,” Haymitch starts, it’s a dead giveaway that it’s a behalf of.

The difference between for a person and on the behalf of one, is distinct. If you’re asking for someone, then that person obviously knows that you’re asking, and they wanted you to do it for them. If you’re doing it on the behalf of someone, that person doesn’t know that you’re doing it, but you’re still acting in their best interest.

Katniss and Peeta wouldn’t know that you’re going to be in an alliance with them until later, you assume. Which means that everything that you do, would have to work around them, rather than they work around you, or even you’re all working together.

“Haymitch, I’m proud of you for getting two tributes to win,” your words are condescending, and it’s clear that he recognizes it, “And sure, they’re good, but I want them to work with us, rather than us work for them. If they want an alliance, they should ask.”

“They don’t know what to think just yet,” Haymitch defends, “Katniss is difficult and Peeta is…”

“Hopeless?” Finnick finishes for him, “Head over heels for a girl that doesn’t love him back?”

Finnick has strong opinions about what’s going on between them too. But for politness’s sake, you shake your head at him. He might be right, but that doesn’t mean he should speak out against what’s going on.

“He’ll follow whatever she does. He’ll speak for himself, but they need a platform.” He tells you, and then his eyes drift behind you guys.

You look over to see that the last few horses are coming in, “We can talk later.”

He nods, and goes to leave, but you don’t let him go so easily. You open your arms for a hug, and he takes it. However, you’re leaning in, holding him tighter.

“The stairwell will be a great place to talk.” you tell him quietly, “No cameras.”

And then you pull away, holding a big smile, “I’ll see you later,”

He nods, waves to Finnick briefly, and then you and Finnick are left with Mags. She looks interested for what you had to say, but you can’t tell her. Not here, with peacekeepers and cameras around. It’d be better to do it in private.

This whole building is new. The Capitol had made a new building, with better apartments and elevators. The entire thing is run on electricity, which means that the training room at the base floor is going to be the most renovated. You can’t wait to get a feel for what you’ll be using for the next four days.

“I need to learn a new trick.” you laugh slightly, “Unless they’ll be using our scores from before, which would be dumb.”

“We’ll probably get new scores.” Finnick nods, “We need tens and above.”

“Everyone will be shooting there. Unfortunately, not everyone will be able to get there.” And without a single word, you and Finnick look back to see Woof with Cecelia, getting help to step off of the chariot.

That would have been Mags had you not volunteered.

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Daily Writing Day 9 - 1/6/2020

What brings a tear to the eye? (It could be happy tears!)

This prompt is fitting for today as it is the 12th anniversary of my uncle being tragically from this world. I wrote a little fictional tale based on his memory that caused my little sister to break down and cry this morning. Between my little story and my sister being two states away crying over essentially my creative expression. Today has been rough. Today 12 years ago brings tears to my eyes, and so does this little story.

"The Tape-Man and The TapeMonster" An original story written by Brittany Lyn on December 29, 2019. Part two written on January 6, 2020. Dedicated to the man who taught me what tape was, how to pull it from the dispenser, and how to stick it to everyone and everything in sight. The man who created the TapeMonster. The Tape-Man. Uncle Jody Becknell. May he Rest In Peace while hunting and fishing every day in Heaven. You are so dearly loved and dearly missed each and every day, sir. Thank you for blessing my life, my heart, and my soul with your everlasting memory. One day, a little young lady was strolling along. Bobbing and weaving between the trees, skipping over roots, and jumping on stumps. Off in the distance, an alarm rang out calling for the hero that hides within. She ducked behind a tree within the blink of an eye, but what came back was quite the sight. No longer was visible her pink dress and boots, but her face covered in tape, her whole outfit, too. Out from the trees the TapeMonster leapt, and down the road it tumbled down to land on it's rear at the sound of that ferocious alarm. *~WEEEEEEEEEEWOOOOOOO~* that horrendous contraption screeched, but that wouldn't stop this little TapeMonster now. It burst through the door, spun the thieves up tight with a roll of simple Scotch tape. Just in time, the police arrive to find the crooks bound by simple Scotch tape, with a note slapped right on their face. "Never fear, the TapeMonster was here!" the note read. Puzzled and shook, the police are confused! The only thing here was the menaces bound by simple Scotch tape. "Where did this TapeMonster hide?" they questioned, but it had seemingly vanished, leaving only the tape bounds holding the robbers in place. But, just out the door, across the street, the tape covered monster was bounding away, off to the man who supplied her with tape rolls. Peeling the tape, piece by piece. The little girl laughed and laughed and laughed some more. She was back on the counter in Mr. Jody's pawn shop. He kept sticking her with tape while her imagination ran free. The TapeMonster rests having saved the day. The thieves were locked away in Imagination's Jail, and the police of Imagination Town went about their way, questioning the identity of this brave creature armed with Scotch tape. The little girl laughed and sat on the counter, and played more games of TapeMonster with Mr. Jody, her very best and dearest friend, who would stick her with tape, supplying the TapeMonster again. He stuck the tape on her again, and again, and again before the little girl's parents joined their fun. "Time to go, punkin'. Give Jody bye-bye sugars," her mother said softly, as the little one jumped into her very best and dearest friend's hug, and kissed him on the cheek, and saying "bye-bye." "Until next time, punkin'," Mr. Jody said with a squeeze. "I hope you bring the TapeMonster back to play next time." "I will, Mr. Jody!" the little girl exclaimed as she hugged her friend again. "The TapeMonster will always come to play!" she sang out with glee, as she stuck one small strip of Scotch tape to Mr. Jody's t-shirt. Jody walked his little friend around the counter to her mom and dad for their journey back home, and all 4 embraced in the strongest and warmest group hug. Farewells were said, and the little one strapped into her seat, as she clutched the surprise Mr. Jody gave to her; the little roll of Scotch tape that was just bigger than her hands. A token for the TapeMonster whenever she needs. "Never fear!" she shouted gleefully from the car. "The TapeMonster is here!" the two friends called out as they waved good-bye. "Until next time, punkin'," he said to himself, as his little friend and her parents drove off in the distance. "The Tape-Man will always have sugars, and hugs, and always an extra roll of tape for whenever a criminal causes chaos up in Imagination Town," he finished just as the tail lights faded off over a hill. He stepped inside the shop while peeling the tiny tape strip off his t-shirt. he taped it to a small piece of paper he scribbled on, and slid it in his wallet; a memory of a little friend with a wild imagination stored away for safe keeping. A little strip of Scotch tape on a small slip of paper that read, "Never fear, the TapeMonster is here!" A memory so pure that no one else could create but Mr. Jody, the one and only Tape-Man to see the real TapeMonster with his own two eyes... ~

Part 2~

The little three year old TapeMonster continued to grow and play and save the days for the next eight years, while getting the occasional grand visits from Mr. Jody, the almost elusive Tape-Man. Until one dark winter night, tragedy struck. Mr. Jody had left this beautiful life on Earth to spend eternity with God in Heaven. The now eleven year old TapeMonster was lost, clutching in her hand the gifted roll of magic Scotch tape with tears streaming down her face.

Days went by, and she placed a roll of her own magic Scotch tape under his carefully folded hands for burial with a note that read "Use in case of bad guys; a piece of the TapeMonster's bravery to keep you safe. Till we meet again, Tape-Man. Your spirit lives on."

Life went on with an overwhelming feeling of emptiness. The TapeMonster couldn't find any Scotch tape and Imagination Town was overtaken by the very many evil doers that she couldn't put away without the Tape-Man's supply.

Six years flew by before she realized, and she was more lost than the years before. Mr. Jody was in Heaven guiding his family through their lives, but it just wasn't the same.

Another six years go by in the blink of an eye. I'm 23 now, turning 24 in 6 months and 2 days. Today marks twelve years that Mr. Jody, who truly was more like an uncle than a friend, was taken tragically from this Earth, leaving our lives better for knowing him in his life, but also leaving the world a darker place without his love and charisma. If I drank, I'd have two mini bottles of Grey Goose and a roll of that simple Scotch tape sitting on the step beside me. One mini bottle to pour to the ground for tribute to Jody, and the other to enjoy myself before wrapping a small piece of Scotch tape around and hiding it and the roll in my hope chest to look back on and smile as time continues to pass us by.

Those twelve years really flew by, but when I stop and look back, it seems more like a lifetime had passed.

Jody, the TapeMonster is so very lost on her journey of life hunting for tape to stop the bad guys from taking over the world. God knows just how lucky I truly am, though. I am blessed to have known and loved you while you were here. I am blessed to have gained through you an adopted mom, an older brother, and a little sister that I have also made great memories with. God also knows it still hurts like hell to experience life without you here, too.

This story is a wild piece fiction based off of my memory of Jody. Memories from 20 years ago are fuzzy as all hell, but the feelings in my heart are just as they were upon experiencing them. I posted the first part the other day while hoping it wouldn't produce the same massive amounts of crocodile tears for Dana, Taylor, and Randy as it did for me. I haven't gotten any feedback from them yet, so I hope part two doesn't make them cry like I am while typing this. I just truly hope that the wild fictional adventure of the TapeMonster combined with the memory of Jody warms their heart knowing that we all still have memories of him to pick us up when we are down, and to carry in our hearts so his spirit lives on each day that lies ahead.

Rest In Peace to one of the greatest life influences to ever be a part of my world. We love and miss you so much. ~

My dates of writing this piece are written at the top with my little dedication, but the end is where it really tore my sister apart. I should have thought before posting it, or I should have read it to her myself. I'm not sure. Today has been a train wreck. Jody is watching us from the Gates of Heaven, though. I felt his presence today. Especially after I reminded my father of the anniversary. He actually brought home a moderate size bottle of Grey Goose without me asking. I haven't had a sip of that vodka, and I won't. Jody set something up for tomorrow for me, or at least that's the way it seems. I plan not to mess that up by being hungover.

Between this date, and the anniversary of my best friend committing suicide, I don't know which one kills me more.

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Sharing Is Caring {Im Jaebum ft. GOT7}

Prompt: Hello :3 Can I request for the smut game, all got7 members x female reader with #20? *omg, sorry for requesting this, if you don't want to write it it's okay 🙈* || Requests open || Smut Game

Pairing: Got7 x Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warning: Overstimulation, Bukkake, GangBang, Oral (both receiving), Anal, Ass-eating, Anal Play, Facial, Creampie, Tit-fucking, DP

**THIS IS PURE FILTH

*PWP

** LOOK AT THOSE WARNINGS, IT’S LIKE A FUCKING PORNO

**Please read with caution as this is the dirtiest thing I have ever written, it is also one of the longest...

“My friends and I share everything. Even you.” Jaebum hummed into my ear, hands coming down to spread my legs. My eyes scanned the six boys that stood before me, their eyes on my heat between my legs.

“She’s dripping with arousal,” BamBam says in awe, reaching his hand out but Jinyoung slaps it away, glaring at him. “Ow! That hurt hyung!” BamBam rubbed his hand, shooting daggers at Jinyoung.

“Jinyoung, she’s meant to be touched.” Jaebum chuckled, moving his hands up from the insides of my thighs to grope my tits, pushing and pulling them apart. “She’s dying for it, aren’t you baby?” I nodded, “Say it, baby, tell my members how much you want them to touch you.” I roll my head, my eyes landing on a shifting Yugyeom,

“I want it so bad,” I bite my lip, Jaebum whispering praises in my ear, “I want to be touched, and used, and fucked so bad.” Yugyeom’s mouth parted and he gasped,

“Go ahead, baby…tell them how dirty you are.” Jaebum’s hands move to my hips, “Tell them how much you want their cum.” All of the others bite their lips grunt, eyes falling on my lips,

“I want your cum so bad…I want to be covered in it, I want to taste it, I want to be filled with it.” With that Jaebum slaps my slit, making me close my legs, trapping his hand between my thighs.

“Open,” I whimper and open them, all eyes drinking me in hungrily.

“Can I taste her?” Mark speaks up for the first time since the whole ordeal had started. “I just, I just want to taste her.” Mark sunk to his knees without Jaebum’s approval and licked his lips. “I can smell her,” he chuckles, hands rubbing his thighs,

“Go ahead hyung, taste her.” Jaebum rested his chin on my shoulder, his index and middle finger spreading my lips. Mark looks up at my face, lowering his face to my core, his tongue darting out to lick up my slit. I hiss at the feeling, nails digging into Jaebum’s thighs. “You’ll have to excuse her, she gets excited,” Jaebum explains as I begin to lift my hips, silently begging Mark for more.

"How does she taste?" Jackson asks sinking to his knees next to Mark, who had now completely lost himself in devouring my juices, the slurping sounds the only sound in the room while everyone watched with bated breath. I would occasionally whimper to let him know he was doing well. "Move over I want to taste." Jackson gently nudges Mark's shoulder and Mark hesitates but pulls back the loss of contact making my whine and grind my hips down.

"Stop being a brat, you're going to get what you want." Jaebum growls in my ear, his hands on my hips, preventing me from moving anymore.

"How many cocks can she take?" My attention snaps toward BamBam who was now stroking himself through his pants,

"Ask her," Jaebum's breath is hot against my neck, his teeth clamping down on the skin,

"How many cocks can you take?" BamBam's eyes leave from in-between my legs, where Jackson and Mark took turns, licking and nibbling to my face.

"As many as I'm given," I moan in response,

"Do you think you could take my cock in your tight ass?" BamBam walks closer, his hands now behind his back, but my eyes were glued to his very obvious and very large bulge. "Cause that's where I want to put my cock...up your tight little ass." His words make me whimper and feel more vulnerable than I was in front of seven guys, naked. "Do you think you could take my cock up your ass with Jaebum in your pussy?" I wanted that, I needed that, I clench around the two fingers pumping in and out of my pussy at the moment, unsure which guy they believed to.

"I do, I think I could take it...." I try to match his intense stare but my eyes are torn from his to the boy guys between my legs as I'm cumming. "God," I screech, nails digging deeper into Jaebum's thighs, "Yes, fuck, yes," I cry, both their tongues lapping at my clit, each of them working a finger in and out of my slick entrance. "Stop please, too sensitive," I mumble and they immediately retract this fingers and sit back on their haunches, eyes glued on my face. I giggle at the sight of them, face glistening with my juices, lips were swollen, hair a mess although I never ran my fingers through it.

"What do you say?" Jaebum scolds,

"Thank you,"

"That's a good girl," Jaebum rubs the insides of my thighs, "Now I have a hard-on and six very horny guys, what are you going to do about that baby?"

"W-w-whatever you want me to."

"No, tell me exactly what you want me to do with you and how you're going to tell our guests."

I sigh, chewing on my bottom lip, "I just want to be filled, fucked, used."

"Maybe we can take turns?" Youngjae suggests with a small shrug, "I really want to feel her wrapped around me..." His cheeks are flushed with red as he confesses what he wants to do,

"I don't wanna wait!" Yugyeom pouts crossing his arms with a stomp, "I really want to feel my dick in-between her tits," He chews on his bottom lip waiting for my reaction,

"Okay, okay, Mark and I will wait, while the five of you have your fun with her." Jaebum finalizes, lifting me off his lap, and set me beside him.

"'But-"

"But nothing, we take care of our dongsaengs." Mark rolls his eyes but lets Jaebum pull him to the loveseat, both of them having a seat, "Take your time," Jaebum's eyes find mine, "Make her feel good."

"That leaves her mouth to me," Jackson grunts, tongue rolling over his lips,

"Did you forget about me?" Jinyoung scoffs,

"How could I ever forget about you." Jackson blows him a kiss and winks his way,

"Would you two stop, I'm hot and horny and I just really need to be fucked."

It takes very little to no time at all for everyone to be as naked as I, "I'll prep you," BamBam whispers, grabbing my calves and throwing the on his shoulders, his hands spreading my ass cheeks, "Since I am a little big," He winks up at me and lays his tongue flat against my puckered hole,

"Shit," The feeling was unfamiliar, Jaebum and I rarely did anal, and he had never ever let his tongue explore back there. BamBam chuckles and stiffens his tongue before pushing it into my tight hole, "God....yes....." I shudder, one hand coming down to push him closer, the other holding onto the armrest for support. BamBam grips my hips and begins to move me back and forth, fucking me onto his tongue, "That feels so good, so fucking good." BamBam removes his tongue and I whine at the loss of contact but he stops me from voicing my complaint by shoving one finger into my tight hole, pushing and twisting it,

"You're so tight around my finger, I could only imagine how tight you'll feel around my cock." I just nodded my head, mind filled with lust as he adds another finger, scissoring them, "Hmm, I think you're stretched enough," He cocks his head to the side and adds a third finger, the stretch causing me to arch off the back cushion. "Yeah, you're ready," He pulls his fingers out of me and I feel so empty, "Get up," I get up on shaky legs and watch as he lays on the couch, "Lay down," I lower myself back onto him, my back against his chest, "Have you ever been filled in both your holes...all your holes?"

"Yes, once with a toy," I admit and BamBam chuckles as he motions for Youngjae to join us on the couch. BamBam has one leg off the couch, the other propped up on the couch and Youngjae kneels between our legs.

"I bet it could never compare to the real thing." He whispers and tells me to lift my hips as he grabs his cock and lets the tip press against my puckered hole, "Shit, wait," He spits into his palm and rubs his tip with it, placing it at my puckered hole again. "Tell me if it starts to hurt too much okay?" I nod and hold a finger up to Youngjae as I see him about to slide his cock into my pussy. BamBam slowly pushes up into me until his hips meet my ass, "Fuck," He cries and I yelp, the length and girth way unexpected, he wasn't kidding when he said he was big. He lets me adjust for a minute or two before he's thrusting up into me at a slow and agonizing pace.

"Okay Youngjae, I'm ready," Youngjae eagerly leans over my body and pushes his cock into my pussy, BamBma stilling his hips, his cock buried deep inside of me as Youngjae did the same. "Oh god, oh god, yes." The feeling of being completely filled like this made my body shake, "Move" I tell them, letting my body fall against BamBam's the two men doing all the work,

"I hope you didn't forget about me," Yugyeom frowns as he straddles my torso, a tiny bottle of Jaebum's heated oil in his hand. "It'd be a shame really." His cock waves in front of me, my mouth watering at the thought of putting it in my mouth. Yugyeom drips the oil into the valley of my breasts and slides his cock between my tits, pressing them together. "Fuck," His whines are high pitched and it does nothing but send shocks to my core ad Youngjae and BamBam had settled for a mind-fucking pace, their cocks pounding into me, one out, one in, never a moment I wasn't full type shit.

"I think she did forget about us though," I turn my head to find Jackson and Jinyong standing there, their cocks pointed directly at me. I shake my head telling them I would never and stick my tongue out, "I'm going first," Jackson slips his cock into my awaiting mouth and I gag around his as he hits the back of my throat,

"We can take turns," Jinyoung pouts like a child, gripping the back of my head and moving my mouth from Jackson's cock to his cock, with each bob.

"You look so pretty baby," I hear Jaebum and I can't look over at me as I was too busy being used in every way, my pussy filled, my ass filled, my tits pressed together as they were fucked, my mouth between two cocks. I reach down and begin to rub my clit, the feeling of being used, got me so wet, "She's close," Jaebum warns then and I clench around Youngjae as he pushes into me and around BamBam as he pushes into me,

"Good because I am too," Youngjae whines, gripping the back of the couch as he tries to fuck me harder and deeper, "Where do you want it? Where can I cum?"

"Cum inside of her Youngjae, fill her pussy with your cum, she loves it." Youngjae grunts and slams his hips into mine one last time before I feel his dick twitch and he's filling me with his cum. I couldn't see him as he came and it made me mad but I could feel his seed dripping out of me, his presence suddenly gone.

"You think I could fuck that tight pussy of yours?" Jinyoung moans, pushing my mouth further down on Jackson's cock as he leaves to go back to where Youngjae had previously been. I feel him push in, grunting louder than the others, "You're so tight and warm,"

Yugyeom looks down at me, my eyes on Jackson as he held the back of my head and fucked himself to an orgasm, "You're so beautiful noona, taking all these cocks," His hips stutter and without warning his cum is shooting across my chest and onto my neck, a little on my chin. He stays straddling my torso for a while longer before moving away, going to join Youngjae on the other couch in the room.

"He made such a mess," BamBam laughs, admiring his friend's work, "Hmm, if only he had the honor I have, filling your tight ass over and over again with my cock. I'm so close." As BamBam warns me about his upcoming orgasm, Jackson whimpers, his tip twitching against my cheek,

"Yes, so amazing, your mouth is so amazing." Jackson cries, his seeding spilling and filling my mouth, he quickly pulls out and I swallow just as quickly, instinctively opening my mouth to show him I had swallowed.

"What do you say to my dongsaengs for giving you their cum." Jaebum scolded me again,

"Thank you, thank you so much." I cry to both them and myself as I cum around Jinyoung's cock,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," BamBam grunts from beneath me, his cum filling my ass, "Shit that was amazing,"

"Thank you," One of my hands gripped the back of the couch and my other gripped the inside of my thigh, "Thank you," I was tired and exhausted although I had only had two orgasms.

Jinyoung pulls out of me and jerks his cock until his cum is spilling over my slit and onto my naval, "Thank you," I mumbled weakly, Yugyeom's cum already drying on my chest.

"Bring her to me." Jinyoung lifts me off of BamBam and carries me to Jaebum, I'm dropped to straddle him and he smiles down at me, "You're covered and filled with cum baby, you must be exhausted...being used like that."

"I'm so tired,"

"But me and Mark haven't been taken care of." He places a soft peck to my lips, "Do you think you could take two more cocks, just two..." Without thinking twice about it, I nod,

"Please fuck me, Jae, please." Jaebum lifts me up and slides him down his hard shaft,

"Where do you want Mark baby?"

"In my ass," I whimper as Jaebum begins to move me up and down his cock,

"You're so wet baby, filled with Youngjae's cum," I just nod and let my head fall to his shoulder, Mark taking his place behind us and wasting no time pushing into my asshole,

"Dammit," He says through gritted teeth, "BamBam's cum is such a great lube," Mark laughs, his hands on my hips as he pushes and pulls me onto his cock. "I don't know about Jaebum but I'm already so close, I almost came twice watching you being used and abused, all your holes filled," Mark confesses, picking up his pace,

"You've been such a good girl for me tonight," Jaebum whispers in my ear, "Letting my members fuck and use you," Jaebum's thrusts were slower than Mark's but just as deep, "Mark's face looks like he loves the feeling of your tight ass wrapped around him, he looks so close." I whimper in response too tired to lift my head from his neck,

"I'm so close," Mark's voice is drowned out by the sound of his hips slamming against mine, fingers digging into my hips as he desperately chases his orgasm. Jaebum's fingers find my overly sensitive clit and I try to move away from him too sensitive to be touched but his other hand holds me in place. Mark's cock just pounding my ass, his cock pounding my pussy, this new position allowing them to go deeper.

"I'm close Jaebum, so fucking close." I cry into his ear, arms encircling his hips, I clench around both of them and that was all it took before Mark was filling my ass with his cum like BamBam minutes before,

"Fuck, fuck, fucking holy shit, fuck..." Mark draws out the last fuck before pulling out and plopping down on the other end of the couch. Jaebum takes this opportunity and wraps his arm around my waist, pounding up into me, his fingers moving quickly as he moves them in circles over my nub.

"Yes, Y/N, yes baby, I'm going to cum, I'm going to fill your tight little pussy with my cum. You want that?"

"Yes, Jaebum, I want you to fill my pussy so bad." Jaebum whimpers and slams me down onto his cock, his tip twitching and his seed filling me all too quickly, my orgasm close behind his. "Yes, Jae, god yes, I love being filled with cum." Jaebum chuckles and sweeps my matted curls out of my face, they had fallen due to previous activities.

"You did so good baby," He praises me and presses his lips against mine, his tongue dipping into my mouth,

"Ew get a room!" Jackson laughs throwing a throw pillow at us,

"I don't think she can take anymore," Jaebum comes to my rescue, kissing my temple,

"So...same time next week?"

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