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[SUMMARY: Preoutbreak: Sarah is in college and brings home a friend Joel is secretly attracted to.]

Smut, big age gap

“Don’t you worry, baby girl, you keep those pretty eyes on me, no one’s gonna see us.”

A few months into your freshman year in college you became friends with a girl named Sarah. She was sweet, funny and you both had many things in common. It was finally your first break after months of exams and papers and so you two planned to have a fun night out. Sarah had planned for you to go over her house that evening for dinner just so her father could meet who she would be hanging out with. She warned you about how her father would be asking many questions as any typical father would.

That night Sarah first introduced you to her uncle Tommy, he was friendly just as she had described him to be. Her father, Joel soon came out of his room meeting you all in the kitchen.

“There he is” Sarah spoke playfully greeting her father before turning to you.

“This is who I’ve been telling you about, please don’t scare her off” she whispered to him not noticing the way his eyes lightened up the second they landed on you.

“Nice to meet you, Mr.Miller” you smiled politely.

“Please hun, you can call me Joel” he stretched his hand out to you. Your eyes equally lighting up at the sight of him, you didn’t expect to be so attracted to him.

“You two studying the same thing?”

“Yes” Sarah quickly interjected.

“Just call me when the pizzas here” she quickly pulled you into her room as Joel and Tommy both watched you until you she closed the door.

“She’s cute” Tommy shrugged making Joel look back at him.

“College girls now huh?” Joel responded sarcastically before taking a sip of his beer and walking away. The only thing was, Joel thought you were cute too, hell he thought you were beautiful but he wouldn’t admit it.

“Pizzas here!” Joel called out to the room as you both came out laughing together.

“I want in on the joke” Joel said as he opened up the box of pizza.

“Sorry, dad you wouldn’t get it you’re the past the fourty mark” Sarah teased.

“Hahaha” Joel tone was playful before taking a bite of his pizza.

You sat across from Joel as you ate, you could see his eyes on you.

“So, what’s this party you lady’s are going to?” You looked at Sarah waiting for her to answer.

“It’s a club-“

“A club” Joel raised his brows.

Joel wasn’t used to his daughter partying much, in his eyes she was still his little girl.

“Yes dad a club, you know where women my age like to go and have some fun” Joel cleared his throat a little uncomfortable with the thought just because he knew what was out there. His eyes landed on you making your heart begin to race.

“Do you drink, hun?”

“Dad we’re twenty not fifteen!” Sarah interjected making Tommy chuckle.

“Sorry about that, my brother can be a little-“

“Overprotective” Sarah continued.

“It’s ok, my parents would be the same if they were still alive” your comment catching both men off guard.

“Oh it’s fine, it was when I was a baby. I don’t remember” a slight awkward chuckle escaped your lips followed by silence.

“I’m sorry, darlin’” Joel eventually spoke with sincerity.

You smiled at him and sighed.

“Well this pizza is delicious” you changed the topic quickly as they all agreed.

The next day you and Sarah planned to meet at her job and leave from there until she learned her shift was changed last minute. Sarah would be leaving work later than you and realized she forgot a pair of heels to change into. Last minute she asked if you could pass by her job to pick up her house keys in order to get her shoes for her. It was already eight o’ clock and you were dressed ready to go thinking she would be out earlier.

“Don’t worry, no one’s home you can just walk in and grab my black heels in the closet then we’ll go once I’m off the clock.” She explained over the phone as you pulled up in front of her house.

Once you hung up you entered her house and quietly walked towards her bedroom when you suddenly heard the bathroom door open before you could reach her door. You gasped to see Joel walk out of a steamed room with only a towel around his waste.

“Mr.Miller-oh my gosh-“ you froze unable to move as your eyes wandered down his wet chest before you caught yourself.

“I’m so sorry, I thought no one was here” you quickly looked away as he stood caught off guard himself. In a panic not knowing what to do with yourself, you didn’t notice the way he was looking at you. A black mini dress that flattered your curves, a touch of cleavage giving a peak at your plump breasts, Joel cleared his throat quickly looking away.

“Is there something you need?” He asked covering up his reaction with an irritated tone.

“I’m sorry, Sarah asked me to come by and pick up her black heels for her because she’s coming out of work later, I-“

“Well go on,” he cut you off just trying to get you away from his view before you could notice how hard he was about to be. Quickly running to her bedroom your heart raced as you checked her closet and didn’t find no damn shoes.

“Dammit, Sarah!” You whispered just hoping to finally leave from there. On your knees you checked under her bed not knowing Joel stood at the door way with the very heels you were looking for.

“Come on” you whispered reaching farther into her bed giving Joel the perfect view of your ass cheeks slightly peeking through beneath your dress. Joel stood still silently taking the sight before him, if you were someone else he would’ve taken you in the hall in that very moment….but you were his daughters friend…hell you were only twenty years old.

“Shit” you whispered as you stood up when the sudden sound of Joel’s voice made you jump.

“Looking for these?” You turned to him to still find him with his wet hair slick back, your lips parting but you couldn’t find the words to say.

“Sweetheart” he tilted his head dangling the shoes off his fingers.

“Oh-um yes” you walked towards him silently taking the shoes off his hand as he took a quick glimpse at your cleavage before you could notice. His damp skin glistening from the light in the hall, the two of you trying your hardest to keep your eyes off each other…to keep your hands off each other.

“I better go” you smiled nervously as he nodded still at the doorway. Slowly you slid by him, your breast accidentally brushing up past his arm as you practically ran to the door. Joel stood in silent watching as you walked out and closed the door shut.

“Oh my god” you whispered as you rushed starting your car and driving off as fast as you could.

“You ok?” Sarah asked as she sat in the passenger seat rushing to put on her heels.

“Yeah why?”

“I don’t know..you look weird” she looked at you with a raised brow.

“No I’m fine, let’s just get going”

“Ok, you’re sleeping over my place tonight right?” She asked as she put on her seatbelt.

“What?” You almost jumped at the question.

“Remember? You said you’d sleep at my place after? Girl what’s wrong with you? You definitely need a drink.” She chuckled before you pulled off into the road.

The whole night out dancing you enjoyed yourself yet you couldn’t stop thinking about Joel. You were anxious to see him that night, a part of you wanting to while the other half of you wanted to hide away from embarrassment. Sarah ended up drinking a little more than you did to a point where she began to stumble.

“My fathers….gonna kill me” she slurred.

“Don’t worry, lets eat something and get you home.” By the end of the night you had drank so little that you sobered up in time. Sarah was mumbling away things that you couldn’t understand as she walked beside you before getting into the car.

“Are you feeling a little better?” You asked Sarah twenty minutes into the drive.

“Yes, I just want to shower and get into bed” she sighed. Once arriving Sarah seemed to be a little more steady on her feet thankfully, quietly walking beside you she looked through her window to see Joel on the couch.

“Great, he was probably waiting up for me. He’s on the couch watching a movie” your heart sunk not expecting to see him the moment you walked through the door.

Joel looked over hearing the door unlock and watched as you both quietly walked in.

“Wasn’t expecting you two back for another hour” he leaned forward as he noticed you struggled to look him in the eye.

“Hi Mr.Miller” you whispered before finally looking up at him, the two of you locking eyes for just a moment.

“Hey dad, we’re just exhausted. Gonna head to my room, we’ll talk in the morning.” Sarah spoke with a groggy voice as Joel stood up and watched you both walk past him. His eyes couldn’t help but look at your back side when you suddenly looked back at him and caught him checking you out. He quickly looked up yet didn’t say a word, what could he say? Looking away you walked into Sarah’s room and closed the door.

“My uncles probably knocked out already, I’m sure my dads gonna sleep now that I’m home. If you don’t mind I’m gonna shower I reek of tequila.” You laughed and began to take off your make up. You could hear Joel saying goodnight to Sarah as she walked to the bathroom, the sound of Joel’s bedroom door closing before she started her shower.

With a sigh you changed into your oversized shirt still thinking about how Joel looked at you today. Maybe it was all in your imagination, why would your friends father look at you this way?

Sarah warned you she would take a while in the shower and you could feel your stomach rumbling for something small having barely eaten that day. Hesitantly you opened the door to a dark living room and no one around. Tip towing into the kitchen you turned on a small lamp searching for something to eat when you found some chocolate chip cookies.

“Yes” you whispered taking a bite into one with a satisfied sigh. Joel silently made his way out of his room and found you in the kitchen with your back to him. Once again he found himself with the beautiful view of your legs, Joel couldn’t understand this attraction he couldn’t ignore. He knew it was wrong to look at you this way but he found it harder and harder to stop himself.

“Enjoying that cookie huh?” Joels voice made you jump as you turned to find him leaning on the door way with his arms crossed. He wore a navy blue shirt with grey sweat pants that you of course noticed traced the print of his manhood perfectly.

“I didn’t hear you come out, I thought everyone was asleep”

“I’m sorry, darlin’ did I scare you?” He stood up straight and began to walk towards you.

“No, not at all. I just-“ you became distracted with the way he was looking at you listening carefully to what you had to say.

“Look about today, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were home and-“

“Mhm” he nodded as he continued walking towards you to a point that you began to back up.

“If I would’ve known that you were going to walk out like that-“ you noticed Joel cornered you back against the kitchen counter, his body close enough to where you had no where to go.

“Mr.Miller…” you whispered noticing his eyes wandered to your lips.

“Mhm” he looked back up with eyes that you found to be so dreamy you could melt. It was as if he didn’t notice how close he was to you or maybe he did and he didn’t care.

“I um…” you found yourself at a loss for words when he slowly and unexpectedly placed his index finger under your chin angling your face towards him leaning in and kissing you. In that moment you felt something explode within you, your body feeling as if it was lifted up off the ground before you slowly pulled back.

“Mr.Miller..Sarah-“

“I know” he interrupted in a husky voice.

“This isn’t right” you whispered.

“I know” before you could say another word he leaned in again kissing you passionately..this time you didn’t stop him. His hands held your waist and he kissed you more eagerly, a trail of kisses leading to your neck, he felt your body sink against his.

“What are we doing?” You whispered but he didn’t say a word, his lips covering yours when you felt his erection poking against your pelvis. Joel couldn’t control himself any longer, he pushed his pants far enough where his cock was exposed and lifted up one of your legs. The head of his cock brushing against your soaked underwear, he could feel the heat from your pussy calling for him. Joel looked down at you as he pulled your underwear to the side, allowing him to enter. You held your breath at the first feel of his cock beginning to enter you, grabbing onto his shirt tightly. With a crease between his brow Joel kept his eyes on you feeling how aroused you were as he fully entered with a quick thrust.

“Mr-Mr.Miller..” you gasped feeling how big he was inside you. He didn’t say a word, slowly thrusting into a rythm that made you drip down his cock. His eyes never left yours as he fucked you, he knew he shouldn’t have been doing this but it felt so fucking good. You could hear Sarah still in the shower, you couldn’t believe what you were doing. How the hell did you end up having sex standing up with your friends father in the kitchen.

Joel held your leg up leaning his face now against your neck as his breathing grew heavier. Your eyes rolling back with your fingers through his curls, you moaned with him beginning to thrust harder.

“Fuck” he lifted his head as sweat built up making his curls stick to his forehead.

“That feels so good” you whispered breathlessly looking up at him as if you were begging for more.

“It do, don’t it?” He grunted before leaning in to kiss you again. He moved faster as your nails dug into his shoulder blades with each deep stroke.

He caught you looking over his shoulder afraid Tommy would come out at any point.

“Don’t you worry, baby girl, you keep those pretty eyes on me, no one’s gonna see us” he panted.

You nodded trusting his word.

Joel continued to push harder almost making you lose your balance on one foot. You gasped but he held you in place not letting you move.

“I got you, darlin’ you’re not going anywhere” he assured you. You moaned feeling his balls slap against you when an unexpected squeal left your lips as he abruptly pulled out and came hard.

“Fuck” his cum dripping down his hand onto the floor. You gasped leaning back onto the counter as you watched him finish off when the sound of the water being shut off distracted you.

“Shit, she’s coming out-“

“Fuck” Joel still out of breath rushed cleaning up as you ran to the room with your heart racing. Minutes later Sarah entered to find you pretending to be half asleep in bed.

“Sorry I took long” she sighed.

“It’s ok” you sat up wanting to rush to the bathroom.

“Just gonna wash up quick and get back to bed” she nodded and lay back in her bed ready to fall asleep.

That night you and Joel couldn’t sleep, awake in your own beds thinking about what you had just done. Joel had never done anything like this before, not with a friend of his daughters.

What the hell would Sarah think?

Then Joel thought about what must’ve been going through your head. Here you were cornered by a man twice your age and seduced, the last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable in any way.

The next morning you and Sarah came out to find Tommy had made eveyone a big breakfast. Joel sat at the table as you sat next to Sarah.

You couldn’t look up, your face down staring into your plate the whole time while Joel couldn’t help but glance at you any chance he could get.

“So how was your night ladies?” Tommy asked making you look up.

Oh your night was just great, an unexpected quickie with your friends father but that’s all. You couldn’t help but think sarcastically to yourself.

“It was fun just never drinking tequila again” Sarah chuckled.

“How about you” Tommy asked you but you weren’t paying attention.

“Hey” Sarah nudged you catching your attention.

“What was it, sorry” You smiled awkwardly at Tommy.

“I asked how was your night, how’d you like tequila?”

“Oh no, I barely drank” Joel looked at you as he ate his eggs.

“Oh so she’s a good girl, maybe you can learn a thing or two from her, Sarah” Tommy teased.

“Uncle Tommy, you shouldn’t talk” she teased back.

“Alright alright, got me there” Joel noticed your mind wander off again as Sarah and Tommy laughed together.

“Hey, you’re off today right?” Sarah looked at you.

“If you want we can do our nails, I got some new colors in my room and-“

“I um-sorry, I can’t. I have to go, I have um-I have somewhere to be” Sarah noticed how strangely you sounded but didn’t question anything in that moment.

“Ok another time is fine” she shrugged.

Joel felt guilty noticing how you were acting and was trying to find a way to speak to you without anyone knowing. As Tommy stayed busy on the phone in his room and Sarah watched a movie in hers, Joel caught you on your way out.

“Hey” he walked towards you by the door before you could open it.

“You alright?” He looked down at you in concern as you looked down at the floor.

“I’m fine”

“Listen, hun I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I shouldn’t have-“

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable. I wanted it as much as you did, Mr.Miller” you looked up at him, your words surprising him.

“That’s why I need to leave…I can’t do this. You’re my friends father and-it felt so good but-“

“But what-“

“I have to go” you quickly walked out not being able to say much more. Joel watched you get in your car wondering if he would see you around again…hoping he would…

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boyfhee · 1 year

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⋆ INSOUSIANCE · ksn

synopsis · four times you choose him, one time you didn't. ( 5k )

genre · hs au

warnings · angst, unrequited love

note · hahaha we love reposting!

when you chose sunoo as your project partner in middle school, his world flipped over. no, you weren’t someone with bad grades, and neither was he. middle school sunoo, if anything, didn’t expect you to pick him, out of all the remaining thirty-four students in the class. and when he asked you about it later that day, your response was rather astounding.

“i want to get to know you.” that’s what you had said to him in front of his house before proceeding on the way back yours. your worlds left him dazed for days. he wondered if you meant it— of course, because usually, people don’t really want him as their project partners, for he’s too ‘child-like.’ sunoo simply couldn’t bring himself to believe your words. ‘i want to get to know you,’— okay, you can. he doesn’t mind. in fact, he’d love to be friends with you, but choosing him as your project partner was what surprised him the most.

“why do did you choose me?” he asked again, on the day before submission, and you shot him a didn’t-we-go-through-this look. “i mean, people usually don’t—”

“because you’re annoying.” you blurted out, catching him with surprise yet again; and you went on about how he’s so loud— which made him frown a bit as a chuckle rolled off your lips— but, he’s loud in a good way; in a way where a single smile from his lightens up the room. you tell him about how you admire him for his positivity, and sunoo opens up to you about his antics when he’s sad, which you thought was an exaggeration until you actually found him under the blues outside the choir room three days later.

days transitioned into weeks and weeks into months, sunoo found himself spending every minute by your side. he had never met someone like you before. you didn’t tell him to shut up whenever he got loud, but instead, you’d scream with him in the middle of the streets, laughing obnoxiously in convenience stores, hoarding candies to spend your nights watching concert recordings on youtube and fuel his obsession. you’d spent hours listening to his story about the one artist that he listened to as a kid and how he grew an interest for music. you indulged yourself into conversations you knew nothing about. you talked about his interests as if they were your own, sunoo never had someone like you.

the second time you chose sunoo was at a middle school graduation party, when your friends forced you to bring someone along and the first name to cross your mind was his’. you spent three days wondering how to ask him— it’s not a date. you’re not my date. we’re going there because my friends forced me. sunoo, are you listening? this is not a date, don’t get me wrong— that was the most nervous he had seen you in seven months. he had a blast, watching you struggle with words for thirty-minutes; and you occasionally slapped his arms for laughing but he simply couldn’t stop, especially with the adorable pout resting on your face.

you thought asking him to be your plus one would ruin things, for one’s plus one is supposed to be their date, and sunoo was simply your best friend. you considered cancelling your plans until the last moment, worried that something unfortunate would happen, but sunoo didn’t seem to care. on the noon of the day before the party, you found him standing at your doorstep, asking your mom if you could help him pick an outfit for the graduation party. it was late, almost eight in the evening, and sunoo said something along the lines of, ‘i promise to walk her back home by nine-thirty,’ before your parents finally gave in, letting you spend time with him.

that night, all your worries and baseless concerns flew away with the autumn winds. you and sunoo did everything except picking an outfit for him. the moment you stepped into the sunoo household, his sisters stole you from him for fifteen minutes sharp, wanting to see the girl their brother has been talking about restlessly; and if sunoo hadn’t barged into their room, dragging you away, they wouldn’t have let you talk to him that evening. ( he also got hit with a pillow on his face for storming into the room but that’s for another day. )

the goal was to pick an outfit for him, but as soon as you entered his room, your mind remembered everything, but the reason why you were at his house in the first place. you spent the next few minutes fawning upon his photo cards and album collection, talking about all the concept posters in his room while enjoying the snacks his mother offered along the visit. sunoo showed you his stamp and hello kitty sticker collections before you both got down to watch the repeat telecast of your favourite show together.

you reached home that day, around ten. sunoo came to drop you, of course, and your parents literally had to stop him from kneeling and apologising because he thought they wouldn’t let the two of you meet again. it was a sight to see as he blabbered about how he was so scared when his mother reminded him that it’s ten pm and he needs to go to bed in twenty minutes. you sneaked into your living room at two in the night to talk to him over telephone, as the two of you had planned before, and didn’t get a single ounce of sleep that night.

long story short— you didn’t attend the party, and neither did sunoo. you both were found passed out in the living rooms of your respective homes, finally going to bed at around seven in the morning, only to sleep until three in the noon. your blood ran cold when you woke up, realising that you overslept. afraid that sunoo must be waiting, you ran to the celebration venue, only to see the texts he sent you about oversleeping and forgetting about the party. the two of you surely did miss the graduation party, but spent the whole day together, visiting almost every arcade store just to kill time.

the third time you chose sunoo was in highschool, as your seatmate. he didn’t see you for months after that day at the arcades. you caught a really bad fever, one that had you admitted in the hospital for two weeks after it turned out to be anaemia. when you were in the hospital, sunoo was busy writing finals and highschool entrances, and by the time exam season was over for most of the students in the country, you were busy giving the tests you missed because of your illness.

sunoo never thought you’d attend cheongshim international academy with him. you had always talked about attending highschool overseas, or perhaps anywhere, but not a boarding school. elite academies weren’t the best choice for you, as informed to your parents by your homeroom teacher, because you don’t work well under pressure. you even talked about dropping schooling and pursuing something else, something that you liked to do instead of studying things out of obligation. sunoo was convinced that he would possibly never see you again, until you showed up on the first day of highschool as his classmate, catching him by surprise just the way you did for the very first time in middle school.

“what? don’t tell me you forgot me already.” you scoffed, and sunoo didn’t leave your side that day, not even for a brief second. he stuck to you, saying he would take you around the school and help you get familiarised, as if it wasn’t the first day of his school. you both were almost lost before a senior escorted the two of you back to your class.

you both got detention on the first day of school for fooling around the campus, spending two hours cleaning your classroom ( most of which was just a waste of time) his parents blew up his phone with texts and calls, and you were waiting for yours to do the same. when you informed your mother that you'd be late, it didn't take her a second to ask if you had met sunoo.

it was obvious, really. you never were the type to stay out late with friends, but sunoo has always been an exception to your rules. you dislike overly talkative people but you listened to him as if he was a synchrony of a melody and a melancholy. you looked at him as if you saw the whole universe in his eyes. you didn't think twice before violating your own boundaries for him, offering sunoo an open invitation into your life.

and just like that, the first half of your junior year passes by in a blink. they say distances bring people close, maybe it's true because you and sunoo seem inseparable. you had started sneaking into each other’s dorms, spending nights and watching movies, speed writing your incomplete assignments a few hours before school started. the day sunoo was selected as the school's head choir boy, he saw you cry for the first time.

he had seen you cry several times actually, but that one time was different. it was just teary eyes with soft sniffles, not just a few drops of tears rolling down your cheeks. sunoo has seen you cry, but it was the first time he saw you break into a heavy sob with tears streaming down your cheeks as you pulled him in your arms, telling him how proud you are. it was his first time seeing you cry for someone else.

you talk about his interests as if they are your own, so watching him make it to the school’s choir as their leader felt like being an ace. you started attending his performances and sunoo always reserved the front seat for you. watching sunoo never felt boring because he sang for both of you. every note, every tune, every song, it was for both of you. the melodies were his, the praises were yours, for sunoo believes he wouldn't have pursued music so desperately if you didn't support him back in middle school.

things were amazing, and the second year rolled in with an unexplainable feeling blossoming inside sunoo's heart. your touches started leaving him breathless. every hug made his heart skip a beat or two. everytime you cuddled, sunoo wondered if you could hear his heart beating crazily, and whether your heart did the same. to take his mind off these things, sunoo introduced you to one of his new friends— park sunghoon.

despite being a year younger than sunghoon, the three of you clicked well. well, tried to, for sunghoon seemed stoic most of the time, making you wonder if he hated loud people. after all, you and sunoo had always been a little handful together.

but sunghoon was a nice guy, you knew it. your eyes never missed the way his lips curled into a smile whenever sunoo laughed, or the way he always offered to help sunoo with the tiniest of things, and especially the way he gave into the boy’s eccentric behaviour. park sunghoon was like a spark, and you saw sunoo's whole world on fire.

you pulled the vice head boy into the pit of detentions as well. sunoo called it a tradition, that every person joining the two of you would have to suffer a detention to be an official member of sunooyn circus— his words, not yours. you thought sunghoon would be mad, for he isn't the type to get into troubles especially since he’s the vice head boy, but instead, you saw him at his highest, laughing as if he had never been happier. as though, if happiness was a thing, it would be that moment, and he's waiting for the word to catch up to the feeling.

when sunghoon asked if you wanted to be his partner for the inter-prefectural debate and represent your school, your world flipped over.

it was at that moment when memories from middle school slipped inside your head. a look at sunoo, and you thought— so this is how he felt.

the fourth time you chose sunoo was on the day of the debate. he'd be lying if he said the idea of you and sunghoon travelling together didn't bother him, so sunoo offered to drive you to the venue himself, since you both lived closer and he had a sister with a driving licence. when he saw you present your argument on the stage with the same passion he had for the sport, he felt as if he fell for you all over again. in fact, he unknowingly fell a little deeper for you ever since he met you and when he realised, sunoo was already at the rock bottom, ready to fall even deeper.

that was the first time sunoo chose to accept his feelings, wanting to make you first and hopefully, his last as well; because once upon a time, there was you and that's it. that was his story, because anything less than you wasn't true and anything more didn't make sense.

when you didn't win the first prize, sunoo cried his heart out. there were tissues all over your hotel room as he reassured you that no matter who won the contest, you had always been the winner in his eyes. his hands slid in yours as he told you to not cry, while the tears were streaming down his face like a waterfall. he held you in his arms and recited words about how you did your best and despite the result, the whole was proud of you for getting second position in the entire province.

you nodded, thanking him for his words, and then you disappeared— completely— never returning to your room for the next forty minutes. you said you’d be back soon, but it had been forty minutes, the sun’s setting down, and you hadn’t returned. sunghoon’s name didn’t even cross his mind. on this way to the lift, sunoo didn’t expect to hear soft strings of your voice from sunghoon’s room. eavesdropping wasn’t something he condoned but he found himself standing against the ice prince’s room, hands hesitating to unlock the door and when he finally did, the sight of you cradling sunghoon in your arms reached his eyes.

it was understandable, of course, sunghoon was hurting more. you looked at sunoo and told him to shush because you didn’t want to disturb sunghoon, who possibly dozed off in your arms, his head on your shoulders. sunoo didn’t mind, taking a mental note to apologise to sunghoon later for crying like a child when he should’ve been there for both his friends. he left without saying a word, leaving you and sunghoon alone since sunoo understood the need, though a part of him ached at the sight of you having letting sunghoon sleep in your arms when you didn’t even hug sunoo when tears brimmed his eyes.

maybe this is what it feels like to share, sunoo thought, because his life, he had you all to himself, and the same applied to you. he wondered if you felt the same after letting someone, who was not him, in your arms. sunoo was convinced that the ‘two of us’ is no longer valid, for he’d have to include sunghoon. he didn’t mind, sunghoon was his best buddy, and he almost slept with the newly established thought until you showed up outside his place, asking if the two of you could have a run down to seven-eleven.

all this thought vanished at the sight of you, and the only thing flooding his mind was the way your hand occasionally brushed past his’ as you both strolled down the neighbourhood. you talked about people’s interests as if they’re your own, but that night, you talked about sunghoon as if he was a part of you. your words flowed along the lines of how similar the two of you were, and the way you both have identical approaches to various issues. he had seen you compliment sunghoon a thousand times but sunoo didn’t understand why a part of him wanted the night to be over quickly.

events followed along, first term examinations arrived and after that, time seemed to fly even faster. sunoo would rush to the library for study sessions and he’d see you with sunghoon, talking about a book he recommended to you and how much you enjoyed it. during group outings, you’d share theories with sunghoon and he’d expand them beyond the canon plot. all with sunoo walking one step behind because he didn’t know anything about your conversations with him; or rather, you never told him.

you’d spend nights texting sunoo about everything you and sunghoon talked about as if he wasn’t there to listen. and no matter how much it pained him, sunoo loved to see you happy, so he played along right into your games. you’d ask and he’d tell you all about sunghoon’s antics and habits as if no one knows them better than him. sunoo would tell you everything he knew about sunghoon and hope that one day, you’d go back to how you both used to be. because even with having you by his side, he missed the days and nights you spent talking about him.

when the third year arrived, sunoo thought it’d all be over soon. no, he didn’t hate sunghoon— he couldn’t— but he envied him. he envied him when sunghoon walked between the two of you on your ways back home. he envied the way you smiled at sunghoon even at the silliest actions and treat him as the centre of your world. he envied how sunghoon started being the person you’d look for during hard times, or way you started cancelling plans with sunoo to visit bookstores with sunghoon. he envied the way you looked at sunghoon— because you looked at him as if you saw yourself inside his eyes.

but sunoo wasn’t a coward. he never learnt how to give up. when sunghoon was in incheon for one of the literary contests, you started zoning out in broad daylight, as if you suddenly didn’t know what to do. that’s when sunoo called you over to his place. as much as he wanted to spend time with you, the offer was selfless. sunoo would rather have you crying in his arms than watch you spend the day alone in utter despair. it came to him as a surprise when you started talking about how much you were missing sunghoon, even though it had only been two days since he left. he bit his inner cheeks when you said you wanted to hug him. and before you could say more, sunoo’s words cut in like a knife.

“i like you.” that’s what he said. it was purely unintentional. he didn’t want to present such a wacky confession. there was a pause as sunoo looked at you, anticipating an answer. you didn’t say a thing; and the next second, there was a text from sunghoon on your phone, and you ran out of sunoo’s apartment as if you never heard his confession.

he was proud of confessing to you but in just a few months, the pride morphed into sadness. because back then, the now nineteen year old sunoo didn't know you had other choices. he didn't know he'd have to be in love with you and leave it at that, because his first choice has always been you but, you chose sunghoon over everything else.

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Yandere shadowpeach x baby mermaid reader So mk and his Dad and the others are just chilling and enjoying the victory party that was put on hold until a month cuz someone was being stumber and Ingor his son and the King but final EVERONE together until... They see a light and a cry in the water

Sandy and The others go look for it confused

Mk of course is the frist one to find it

Mk panic not knowing what to do and making them crying and hide in a little rock pool

Mk calls his Dad over and monkey king beIN him quickly put his head in the water and see the little baby Reader

Monkey chuckled at her slapping her tiny hand on his face and pulled her out

And gumpu guppy

Tang of course knle her as a mermaid

Macaqua see her and is like ok we are keeping her if we can't find her parents

New flash they can't hahaha

So they end up taking her with them

And Carry her in a water pouch

Adorable request and ooh a mermaid!reader I’ve never done that before so this’ll be fun.

Honestly this is great practice for when I do decide to make a child reader (which honestly I think might be soon or little later than soon but still soon…. I don’t know anymore! 😂)

Warning: noob author, platonic yandere characters, dark theme, female child!reader, and others.

Characters: shadowpeach + mk.

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Shadowpeach + mk:

They finally were going to the beach! Sadly they couldn’t last month as someone had made both mk’s boyfriend; redson mad but also redson’s dad; dbk, so they had to postpone it until this month; they were going to the beach as a celebration for defeating lbd.

They had everything set up for a possible beach day; the sunscreen, umbrellas, beach balls, volleyball, some tools to make sandcastles, towels, chairs, beverages, food, and others stuff along with it.

Mk, mei and redson along with ba he described to play volleyball, sun also wanted to join but was stopped by the four as they knew he would try to cheat in anyway possible.

The others were doing their own thing around the beach either sun bathing, swimming in the water, reading under the umbrella’s and in a chair, dbk was on cooking duty, sadly he can’t make them all hot as others don’t have the capability to take in spicy food like some can.

Though a light came and struck down and then a baby wail ringed around the beach, too loud to pick on the direction the wail had come from.

They all set out to find the one who made the light and the wail, no luck on any of them as the wail quiet down to nothing and so they have to think of where they think it was as they look for it.

It was mk who had found the one responsible that had made that sound and light but he wasn’t really expecting a baby mermaid, and he guesses that him suddenly finding them had them spooked into hiding as he looked in the direction his dads were in before looking at the baby mermaid to make sure it’s both ok and that it’s really there and not his imagination.

Mk told them how he had found a baby guppy mermaid but it ran away, they were skeptical at first but soon remembered that they are demons along with some of their friends so it could very well be possible.

So sun had the great idea to stick his head into the water and see this little baby mermaid is up to.

He found her alright and when she spotted him she quickly patted at his face trying to get him to leave but that only ended up having him giggle at the feeling and at how hard you’re trying to hurt before he bring you up with him.

When the others arrived tang went on about how she’s a mermaid so she needs water to live, so since mk was the one who found her plus sun getting her out the family of three get to take care of her while the rest look around to find her family.

3 hours go by and they haven’t found any mermaid but the baby, they even doubled or triple check ares they’ve already went through just to make sure.

Sun, macaque, and mk decided to adopt her seeing as they couldn’t find her parents or any relatives for that matter, and so the little baby mermaid is now their daughter and mk’s little sister.

And since she needs water mk had brung out a big enough size water pouch to carry her in which have them realized how small she is.

They’ll make sure to take care of her seeing as her parents couldn’t do it and they’ll make sure to protect from anything that dares mess with her.

(A/n: so I hoped y’all liked it! I don’t really have anything else to say but that I hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!! And maybe thank you so very much for y’all support!!! I really appreciate it!! 😁)

#various x reader #anime #anime x reader #x reader stories #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid #jttw #lmk macaque #shadowpeach #lmk sun wukong #sun wukong x macaque #x child reader #yandere #yandere x reader #platonic #lmk mk

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maximoffslilwitchintraining · 1 year

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New years eve

Part 9

Mommy... I mean Wanda series

Summary: you and Wanda get up to some mischief at the new years party.

Warnings: same as the rest of the series

The next morning you woke up to texts from the two women, saying good morning. You responded with a smile on your face, before texting Yelena.

You: Hey wanna come over to mine for new years? Gotta check with my parents, but shouldn't be an issue.

Lena: Hahaha, you want me to save you from spending the night with your weird cousin?

You: Correct. And because you’re amazing and I want to spend time with you.

Lena: Aw shucks

You put your phone down on the dinner table along with your coffee.

“Good morning” Your dad greeted you. “Up early?”

“Morning, yeah had a good night's sleep.” You smiled. You watched them carefully gauging what mood they were in.

“So, what’s happening new Year?” You took a sip of your drink. Your mum looked up.

“The usual. Why?” She flipped through the newspaper, pointing something out in the obituary for your dad to look at.

“About time.” Your dad mumbled, making your mum frown at him.

“Don’t say that.” She sighed.

“So whos coming over?” You tried to get back to the subject.

“Your aunt, uncle, cousin, probably John and his wife from across the street.” She listed.

“Can Yelena come?” You asked.

“Friend from uni?” You nodded. “Sure, I don’t see why not.”

“Just don’t touch my whiskey.” Your dad smirked and you gave him a tired look.

“I was gonna go over and invite john later.” He pointed out.

“Oh I can do that. I’m already going for a walk.” You reassured them.

“I mean sure if you want to. That gives me time to run some errands.” He nodded before getting back to his paper.

“Should I invite the others?”

“The others?” Your mother looked at you confused.

“Neighbours. Like Margret and her kids, maybe Frederick?” You suggested.

“Oh, I think he has plans.” Your dad said. “Yes, he said something about that.” Your mother filled in, sharing a look with your father as they seemed to try and remember what it was.

“Well won’t hurt to ask, whoever shows up shows up.” You said, heading for the door.

“No, I guess not.” She nodded.

You did make your way to all the neighbours you knew inviting them to come over, as your parents said, Frederick was busy. Frankly, you did not care. You had saved the best one for last. Nat opened the door. She wore a loose braid, loose-fitted grey joggers, with a black t-shirt.

“Hello, princess, what are you doing here so early.” She smiled bring you in for a hug.

“Who is it!?” You heard Wanda from inside the house.

“Come see for yourself,” Natasha answered. Wanda peered around the corner, still in her night dress. A red slip, that showed a large portion of her breasts.

“You’re drooling a bit.” Natasha teased.

“Oh don’t worry, darling their all yours anyway.” She winked coming closer to the door. “Are you coming inside?”

“No, sadly not.” You sighed, fighting the butterflies in your chest, that begged to be wrapped in their arms and not stood in the snow on their porch.

“I just came to ask if you wanted to come over tonight. To celebrate new years.”

“You sure your parents would appreciate us being there?” Natasha asked.

“Well, they said I should invite the neighbours.” You smiled shyly. “And your sister will be there, so that’s one familiar face.”

“Two.” Natasha smiled nodding at you.

“Right of course.” You fiddled with your hands getting anxious that they didn’t want to come, that it was silly to ask.

“We’d love to come sweetheart.” Wanda grabbed your hand. “What time?” She asked.

“Seven.” You smiled at them both.

“We’ll see you then. “ Nat gave you a kiss on the cheek.

Wanda moved towards you shivering at the cold, but wrapping her arms around your neck.“Can’t wait to kiss you at midnight.” she whispered. before moving inside and closing the door.

Dear god, it's going to be an interesting night.

You welcomed one guest after another. It was a lot of people. Something you didn't love but a prize worth paying.

“Hi.” You embarrassed Yelena. “Thank you for coming.”

“Well, you know how I love to be criticised about my life choices by your aunt.” She laughed. “Kinda hot.” She glanced over to where your aunt stood eyeing some paintings.

“Ew no, Yelena.” Your whole body cringed.

“What, your fucking my sister!” She threw her green coat on a pile that had started to accumulate on a chair.

“Not so loud.” She rolled her eyes.

“Give me a drink and I’ll shut up.” She smiled.

“I’m sure my dad can help you with that.” She headed over, the two had always gotten along very well. The doorbell rang once again, it had to be them.

“We made it!” Fucking Fredrick, you cursed in your head.

“Come, in.” You faked a smile, greeting him and his wife. Just as you were closing the door, you spotted the two you had been waiting for walking up the driveway.

“Hi.” Wanda spoke in a soft tone giving you a quick hug, Nat following.

“You came.”

“Of course we did.” Nat smiled. “Wow, the whole neighbourhood here.” They looked around.

“Yeah.” You pulled an awkward face.

“Here, a replacement for the whiskey we stole last time.” Natasha handed you the bottle.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You laughed.

“Oh wow, that's some good stuff.” Your dad grabbed the bottle out of your hand.

“It’s all Natasha she has great taste.” Wanda pointed.

“Smoked.” He commented. “Not everyone's taste.” He spoke approvingly. “You’ll have to share.” He said handing it back to you, before walking of.

“Well, you’ve charmed my dad.” You laughed.

“I’m gonna go say hi to Yelena.” She walked off, proudly. She soon ended up in the kitchen with Yelena and your dad making drinks.

“Well, I’m not sure I can make small talk about whiskey,” Wanda spoke, looking over at her wife.

“You don’t need to. I’d like some company.” She smiled.

“You look beautiful tonight, Y/N.” You had spent quite a while getting dressed up, wanting to look your best for your girls.

“You look stunning.” You responded, badly wanting to pull her into a kiss.

“Is it too early to sneak to the bathroom?” You spoke in a hushed tone. Wanda laughed, covering her mouth.

“Maybe we should say hi to a few people first?” You nodded.

“Wine?” You looked over to the table.

You made small talk and sipped wine, sharing looks with Natasha now and then. Eventually, you ended up on the couch. You tried sharing a few words with Fredricks's son, but the boy simply wanted to play games on his phone so you let him be, picking up your own phone.

“What are you doing?”Wanda asked as you opened the messaging app.

“Having some fun.” You smiled at her, pulling up Natasha's number. You started typing. Wanda let out a small giggle, grabbing your phone and typing away.

You: Guess which one of us has no underwear on ;)

You both watched as she picked up her phone. Then her shocked face, as she looked over to the two of you trying to hide your smiles.

Nat: Behave.

You: That's not an answer honey x

She frowned at the two of you, but her cheeks had grown red.

“What now?” You looked at Wanda. An evil smile appeared on her face.

“I got an idea. Meet me in the bathroom.” She got up and headed towards the stairs.

You waited patiently, trying to small act normal and small talk, pretending you weren't out of breath. When you felt you had waited long enough you made your way to the bathroom.

She pulled you inside and pushed you against the door. The kisses were rough, and her hands roamed all over your body, having wanted to touch you all night. her hand came up to your through, the other fishing out your phone from your pocket.

“What are you doing?” You asked out of breath trying to pull her back into a kiss.

“Patience baby.” She swiped to the camera. “Be a good girl and pose nicely for Nat.” You realised what she was doing, smiling at her. You went to kiss again, slower this time making sure she would get a good view. Wanda grabbed one of your breasts squeezing it, and making sure it was in frame.

“Okay, I think we got some good ones.” She went through the photos picking her favourite.

The image was sent along with a text.

You: Guess right and we both fuck you tonight. Guess wrong and you only get to watch.

You both walked out of there, separately but proud of your yourselves.

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #natasha x wanda #natasha x reader #wnadanat xreader #wandanat x reader #Mommy... I mean Wanda #what's your guess?#maximoffslilwitchintraining #wandanat #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #yelena belova #avengers #marvel #black widow #wanda maximoff fanfiction

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yandere-sins · 11 months

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Can we hear about your chase and dump story 👀👀👀👀 16 year old Ivy was on it

Okay, buckle up for this. I had a huge crush on my first "boyfriend" (if you can call him that lol) when I was 14. I used to go to a meet up for anime/manga fans with some friends and my friend introduced me to the guy and I was so smitten. He's tall (and I was always tall so that was like the only thing I was looking for hahaha) and looked super cute in his cosplay and there was little needed to sway my heart, so I was gushing all day long and afterwards we met him at this meet up occasionally and we'd invite him to hang out at my friend's party and yeah. Was my first real crush.

It took two years of chasing this crush until it payed off. Somehow I got to talk with him at a party and he apparently had broken off with his gf prior to this and with 16 I was a bit more mature than 14 apparently because thanks to my friends hinting at my crush to him he asked me to be his girlfriend. And you know what? It was actually kinda adorable, we lived kinda far apart and yet he bought chocolates to ask me and we did it via skype I think lol. I had no idea of how to have a relationship and idk how we even made it (he was three years older but I think still a bit awkward), but he later also proposed in person, and I have to give it to him he was actually dedicated and sweet in that matter. But we were a couple in title most because we didn't see each other after that or heard from each other regularly.

So about 1-2 weeks later, I was invited to join a friend at an event and afterward I realized I had missed calls from him and called back and he was really emotional. I couldn't go to him in time obv. since I was too young to be out late and the drive would have been like 45min. public transportation and it was a Thursday. I did console him a bit and listened but somehow... idk. It sounds like a dick move I admit that, but having very low contact and suddenly having to deal with so much emotional stuff from another person I didn't actually knew very well, it made me realize I didn't really care. I cared when I was still chasing and crushing on him, I'd have done anything to get closer, but we never met as much to actually get to know each other, just chatted sporadically before getting together. But the relationship wasn't how I imagined and I also couldn't bring myself to invest emotionally like this, it really put me off and I still struggle with it to this day (typical divorce kid trauma...). Maybe if I had already been older it would have been better for us, but I couldn't handle another being at that time and it showed.

Anyhow, I ended things and now I don't like him anymore. My friend kept inviting him to parties (and didn't tell me) which was uncomfortable because he'd always sit around me and join my conversations and then just... smartass my words basically. He'd always have to up me somehow with his knowledge and experience and I was over it. He also grew a beard. And not a well-groomed one. Once I had to watch him eat cookies with filling and all those crumbs and filling disappear in his beard—in short, no regrets. I also didn't chase anymore afterwards, it's tedious. Writing about it is more fun :D

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yesyourstalker · 6 months

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Mahi: Yeah I just got back from closing the store by myself.......again....*sigh*.... Like I get that he has a life outside of work and all. But why is he always absent. He always has some shit to do that doesn't involve going to work. He's either going cross country or traveling outside of the country!......*sigh*..... I'm broke. You need to take me to more places....... Yes, you do! ........nu-uh ........ He doesn't have that kind of money to do things by himself.... I sent pictures of his apartment. He's clearly using ikkan's money....... Come on! It'll be nice. We can plan a nice little vacay........... Yeah I already made it home. I just need to change my clothes and I'll head over to your place. Just give me one 1 second................... Warabi!! I'm home I bought you a mango smoothie from coral's- WHO THE FUCK ARE- WHO ARE YOU?!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY APARTMENT!................ Is that my towel!?..... Dude who the fuck- uh..uhhh

Warabi: He's with me! He's with me! I let him in! I'm sorry he's not a stranger.... To me

Mahi:...................

Warabi: this is Baja. The guy I was talking about.. uhehehe..

Baja: hey. You must be Mahi.........

Mahi:.............. Yeah I'm still on the phone........ No, I'm fine.....*sigh*... I'm gonna have to call you back... No, I don't want to cancel plans. Just give me one second...... Okay bye........... Warabi can I talk to you for a sec.... Hi, hello.... Baja...

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Mahi: Warabi what the fuck?!

Warabi what?

Mahi: you could have told me you were going to bring someone over, he scared the shit out of me!

Warabi: I'm sorry you told me you were going over to mizole's after work so I didn't really think about it. I would have told you If I knew you were going to stop here first.

Mahi:.Ok that's fair I guess...... So that's him. That's Baja? He looks.................................hm

Warabi: yeah He's pretty cool and hehehehehe. nice.. hehehe he's visiting for a while and he wanted to come over.

Mahi: ok........ Why is he in my towel?

Warabi: He Just took a shower. I told him to use the green towel, I think he might be colorblind....so cute

Mahi: ok........... .......

Warabi: what?

Mahi: nothing......... So.... What is this? What are you two?

Warabi: I don't know.... I-I like him,I think. We're just friends at the moment........ Could be more later...... when I get to know him... Hehehehehe He's cute, right? Tell me he's cute.

Mahi:.................. Yeah he's alright.

Warabi:............ ha. Ha. Go to your rancid boyfriend's house.

Mahi: Don't call him that! Fuck you. I'm going. oh uh.. sorry

Baja: You're good. Sorry for....... All of this. Hehe.... Maybe our next meeting won't be as...... Awkward..... I'm sorry I didn't know it was your towel. I just need to take a quick shower. I got off of a 12-hour flight, I rushed all the way to the airport, I forgot to freshen up and I'm still waiting to check in to my hotel. I texted Warabi and he-

Mahi: it's fine really it's fine. Sorry I freaked out. hahah .... You seem pretty cool.............

Baja: Yeah I'll be here for a while. Maybe you guys can show me around if you're free. I haven't been here in a long while............ This is kind of weird but like you're the first tetra I've seen that's not one of my 20 something siblings in a long while.... It's kinda weird..hahahaha.

Mahi: hahaha...... I felt the same way when I moved here. You're going to see a lot of different species living here..... Hehe... Nice to seeing you....

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Mizole: so I went to the recording booth today and that little shit Paul flipped me off..... Unwarranted. I swear the minute kids start developing fingers. They become menaces to society......*eating* .... That reminds me, winterfest is coming up. Is Neta going to have a Christmas party downstairs like you did last year because Yoko wants to know cuz they want The Golden bazookas to play a gig-

Mahi: Am I small?

Mizole: Yes. She has a new song for the holidays and she wants to debut at the party before she records it. A lot of musicians are going to be there and they might invite their agents as well. They want to see if they can get a record deal.

Mahi: do you think it'll be better if I go to the gym at my apartment or your apartment

Mizole: My gym is bigger. Honestly Yoko is fucking stupid. I told her years ago that 'agua studios' fucking sucked. She should have gone to 'ink towers' when they started ink theory......they have better advertising, better marketing...... I'm-

Mahi: do you think I'm short

Mizole: we're the same height. I'm trying to convince chirpy chips to get a contract but nooooooo they want to be independent.... They want to be their own boss....*Pffth* they just want to be different sooo bad.. can I have some real linguine?

Mahi: yeah.... Don't take all the crab meat asshole!

Mizole: I'm just taking a little bit!..... Also you look fine how you are babe you don't need to change anything. Except for those green fins

Mahi: I know....I just.....*huff*.... Warabi has a new friend....... he looks a little bit like me but........broader and........taller...really fit.....Hm

Mizole: let me see a picture.................... Ugliest fuck I've ever seen in my life. can't compare to you babe.

Mahi: (wheeze) what!..... No he's not. He looks just like me..... He's- he's...... We could be related! Cod I hope we're not related

Mizole: no I don't see it... You're a lot better looking than him... You don't have eye bags and ragged fins...... You're clearly the better looking person

Mahi: ....... You're fucking stupid and not eating all my linguine......... thanks babe... You Sap

Mizole: No problem

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Mahi:......*sleeping*.......ummm...fuck.... Hello... Hey Neta....

Neta: hey Mahi. I'm heading home now I should be back in the morning... I might open the store and then go back home to get some sleep... I already scheduled Candi to help you with the shift

Mahi: ok..... How was your trip home?..

Neta: it was nice... I just visited some family, doing wedding plans..........oh I called you because I have a meeting with construction workers and an interior designer later in the week. I'm going to need you to be on your best behavior and if they show up when I'm not there, there's some paperwork in a lock box the code is 814- (beep)

Mahi: Why did you do that?

Mizole: he could have called you in the morning or have told you in person. It's in the middle of the night and he's voice is annoying me.......*yawn*.....Good night [kiss]

Mahi:....*sigh*.........

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Neta: did you hang up on me? That hurt my feelings >:(

the code 81420

Mahi: everything hurts your feelings baby

I got the code

mizole hung up on you sorry boss gn

Neta: stfu gn

Mahi almost drowned at mahi-mahi resort but was rescued by @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

#this was supposed to be an epilogue but I got really into it and so now it's his own thing #yay Baja is back #mizole is a terrible person but a really good boyfriend #Baja and Mahi are not related #foreshadowing for a Christmas episode maybe?#I've been binge watching one piece like half a month I literally watched over 300 episodes and I'm hyper fixating #neta is going home I had nothing else to add with his relationship with his aunt. she might appear again maybe later. I don't know #every time it's cephalopod develops fingers. their first instinct is the flip people off. it's Canon because I said so #mahi and mizole are on a date awwww #Yoko is the she/they transfemm icon we all deserve

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fallenwingzero · 1 year

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Frozen Teardrop Translation

A shorter chapter, but with this, volume 8 is completed!

Full translation under the read more:

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Frozen Teardrop

Volume 8: Rhapsody of Loneliness (Middle part)

Chapter: Peacecraft File 7

“Perpetual peace is not an empty idea, but a mission we must fulfill” Immanuel Kant – From “Perpetual Peace”

AC-148 March

Duke Cinquante Khushrenada of the Romefeller Foundation bids goodbye to long bachelorhood, he ended up marrying the daughter of an aristocrat in Liechtenstein.

He may have been influenced by his best friend Eric’s happy family life in the Sanc Kingdom.

Cinquante invited Sabrina and Eric of the Peacecraft family to the reception. A solemn wedding ceremony was held in a traditional old castle in Luxembourg. The reception was a ball in the great hall of the castle, and it was dazzlingly gorgeous.

Sabrina held her beloved four-month-old daughter, Katrina, to her chest as she watched this extravagant party.

“Look, Katrina… They’re all beautiful”

Cinquante and Eric, who met again after a long time, had a pleasant chat.

“Congratulations, Duke Khushrenada.”

“Thank you, Lord Peacecraft.”

Their relationship was no longer what it used to be. Their way of addressing each other had also changed from a natural tone to a more formal one. However, as time passed, they returned to their old way of speaking.

“With this, you have also secured your position as the representative of the Romefeller Foundation.”

“Ever since you left, the foundation has not been running well. We’ve been suffering since.”

“I see, so…” Eric looked around the venue and muttered a little.

“What is it?”

“I can see a large number of Alliance soldiers among the invited guests. Did you bring them into the Foundation?”

“Well... War should not be entrusted to the private sector. We responsible people have to manage and operate it.”

“If peace can come from this, then I won’t oppose it either.”

“Hahaha… You’ve certainly become a member of the Sanc Kingdom, haven’t you? Originally, the interests of the Romefeller Foundation were largely due to the munitions industry. It will not change from now on.”

Eric realized at this time that he was already walking a different path that Cinquante.

“I see. Then I pray that the good old chivalry spirit of you royals and nobles will be revived.”

“I leave that to my younger brother, Chilias. He’s a little odd, he turned down an offer adopt the Catalonia family as a son-in-law and instead he enrolled in the Alliance military academy.” A young man in military uniform bowed in the distance. “It’s his theory that fighting requires virtue.”

This Chilias later joined the Catalonia family, and after gaining the backing of the Foundation they became the governing body of the United Earth sphere Alliance, rose to the position of commander and at the same time preached the necessity of “mobile suits" and supported the “Specials” led by Treize behind the scenes.

Sadness comes suddenly. And it always appears as if weaving between fleeting moments of happiness.

Among the royal aristocrats who visited Luxembourg, the Peacecraft royal family was particularly welcomed by the people of Europe. Sabrina and Eric, who bought about a splendid reconstruction of the Sanc Kingdom after the tragic post-war, were supported as symbols of hope by many of the vulnerable victims of the war.

European countries have proposed a parade as a welcome ceremony.

Naturally, Sabrina, had always been frugal, but it was said that the expenses would be covered by the countries visited.

“We may be able to secure more economic support for our country.” Eric said so to Sabrina. “All you have to do is smile and wave your hand… it’s much more efficient than us begging.”

“But how is Katrina?”

Katrina must have been tired from the long trip, and lately she’s been suffering from a slight fever.

Still, considering the tight finances as the queen of the Sanc Kingdom, she couldn’t help but have a guard reluctantly play the role of a nanny. She decided to leave her daughter, Katrina, to them and respond to the parade.

It happened in broad daylight.

3:00pm on March 30th.

The limousine carrying Sabrina and Eric in Geneva suddenly explodes. A remote-controlled bomb was attached to the bottom of the car.

In an instant, the limousine burst into flames with black smoke. Eric died on the spot. Sabrina was saved by Eric’s protection, but the treatment at the hospital where she was taken wasn’t effective. Without gaining consciousness, she took her last breath.

She was only eighteen years old.

A few days later, the criminal who carried out the terrorist attack was caught.

“It could have been any royal or aristocrat in Europe,” the man lied.

However, as the modus operandi of the crime was investigated, it became clear that the alleged motive was completely false.

When Sabrina’s limousine crossed the border, the terrorist colluded with security guards, who checked the underside of the cars with mirrors, to attach the bomb.

Due to the highly militaristic nature of the action, it was reinvestigated and the identity of the terrorist was revealed.

That man was once the captain of the United Earth Sphere Alliance Army 99th Tank Battalion, also known as the Hydra Unit.

He had already acted erratically when he withdrew from the Sanc Kingdom, and was later discharged from the army after being reported by his subordinates.

He resented it and made his former subordinates cooperate with him, leading to this crime.

The citizens of the Sanc Kingdom were heartbroken and cried when they saw the castle covered in loneliness without its master.

Katrina, who inherits the throne, is too young.

Dark clouds were hanging over the future of this country.

AC-148 April

The sad news of Queen Peacecraft has also reached the rebel space cruiser, Sherwood.

“You better return immediately.” Marticus Rex, who had become captain, said to Sith Merquise. “If you don’t return, the Sanc Kingdom will either be divided into neighbouring countries or be merged with the them.”

The Outlaws’ cruiser, Sherwood, is currently in orbit toward Earth. For the peace of the people living in space, they were fighting against the United Earth Sphere Alliance.

Sith--Katrina did not immediately accept the unfortunate death of her sister. The name of “Sabrina” was nowhere to be found in the press, only the untimely death of “Queen Katrina”.

Even at a time like this, she was tormented by the guilt of letting her name be used.

Also, the captain of the “Hydra Unit” who committed the crime, hated her for driving his forces back with Wyvern. When she thought about what had happened, she felt a deep, unavoidable sense of remorse.

She still has to get over Sabrina’s death.

She had no choice but to accept the fate of her homeland for the sake of her newborn niece, Katrina.

“Well, as a matter of fact, losing an ace pilot would be a big loss for our ship.” Marticus must have read her stiff expression, and deliberately complained in a light tone.

Sith saluted.

“Captain Marticus… may I have permission to abandon ship?”

“I permit it. I will send you to the vicinity of Earth. But, as expected, I want you to leave the Wyvern behind.” Marticus said apologetically. “The Doctors will miss Sam when he’s gone.”

“It’s okay. There’s Sam in Sanc Kingdom too."

However, the real cat Sam wasn’t really attached to Katrina at all.

“Now, please use one Heliopolis as an atmospheric entry shuttle.”

“Marticus, do you know? There are some traditions in the Peacecraft family.”

“Is it that you don’t raise twins together?”

“The other thing is that divorce is allowed, but remarriage is not allowed.”

“Haa…” Marticus gave a vague reply.

He couldn’t understand why she would say such a thing at this time.

“I’m going to say goodbye to everyone.”

Jay Null, who became a companion in December of last year, was immediately repairing the Wyvern. At the same time, Apollon and Heliopolis, which were unmanned fighters, were remodelled into manned aircraft.

“Don’t go to war with a remote control! It’s not human to leave the exchange of life to machines!” The person who had developed it gasped.

Henry Vier, who boarded together and became a new outlaw companion, was a cockpit system researcher and played a role in manning Apollon and Heliopolis.

He later became Professor H, who developed the Gundam “Sandrock”.

In addition, Wu Wang Long, who also joined the ranks from a death row inmate on the moon base, was in charge of the aircraft drive system.

The man is the old Master O who later completed “Shenlong” and “Altron”.

The space cruiser Sherwood was strangely equipped with six engineers involved in the production of the first mobile suit “Tallgeese”.

Katrina spoke brightly to those six.

“Thank you so much for everything! It was a lot of fun!”

Engineers, who were originally taciturn, could only give unsolicited replies such as “Ah”, “I see,” and “Do your best.”

“… Don’t get lonely.” D.D said after Katrina left.

“Hey, big nose! Did you have any interest in that young lady?” Jay said chillingly.

“Don’t be silly!”

“I tell you, I’ve been with her a lot longer.”

“Hmph! You may have known each other first, but the most time spent together was with me, Solciere and Howard!”

“It’s a pointless discussion.” Wu Wang Long, who rarely speaks, interjected.

“If she doesn’t like you, the concept of time is just empty.” Solciere said coldly.

Even the always grinning Henry Vier agreed.

“Well, it’s best for your mental health to think that she was a tall flower.”

“Everybody’s hands have stopped! What would you do if you encountered the Alliance, damn it!" Mike Howard, who was the oldest and the leader yelled at everyone.

This man, who had the skin of a craftsman, was more worried about Katrina’s future than anyone else, even though he didn’t put it into words.

There was another stranger aboard the ship. Heero Yuy. Since he has never had a spaceport to call at, he reluctantly joined forces with the outlaws.

He wouldn’t have worried that Katrina, his former student, was a member of the rebel army and a combat pilot. Even so, Katrina was still trying to remain as Sith Merquise in front of Heero, but she thought today was the time to step off the masquerade stage.

“I have an old promise with Heero…”

It was a promise made by Katrina when she was still a student of Heero. In the garden of the Darlian family, at night the two danced a waltz with their feet upon the grass.

At the time of parting, Katrina said that she had a “painful feeling” in her heart.

After a while, when Katrina prevented the dropping of nuclear missiles on the Sanc Kingdom, Heero asked her to tell him about it.

“I want you to tell me about your painful thoughts.”

“I will let you know if this mission is successful,” Katrina replied.

That is the promise they made two and a half years ago. Heero may not remember anymore.

Katrina now is trying to get back down to Earth with an even more painful feeling than at that time.

There is no remarriage for the Peacecrafts. On the family register Katrina Peacecraft is already married to a man named Eric.

Heero was wearing an astro suit and was helping out with the inspection, maintenance and cleaning work. Ever since colony development began, there has been a considerable number of debris floating in the Earth’s sphere, with particles of several millimeters in size clinging to the entire ship in layers.

If left unattended, the delicate “ECM generator” of the new stealth device will malfunction. In addition, high-performance radars that can cover a wide area are inevitably degraded.

It’s a very important job on the Sherwood, but it’s also dangerous. There is no doubt where there is magnetic shoes and umbilical cables (lifelines), side by side with death.

Heero volunteered to do this gruelling labor. As long as they’re taking care of his life after being rescue from the moon base, it’s only natural that he should return the work accordingly in return.

It was his natural disposition not to owe anyone anything. Also, the silence of outer space itself was to his liking. The scenery outside was full of stars and the distant Earth seemed so close.

Heero’s heart softens when he looks at the distant scenery. Maybe it’s because he can imagine a future full of hope.

“Teacher, are you doing your best?” A girls voice suddenly echoed inside the helmet.

When he looked behind, he saw Katrina standing there in an astro suit. She was not wearing a mask, showing her true face under her visor.

Heero didn’t seem surprised when he saw Katrina, nor did he intend to tease her.

“I’m taking a break now.”

“… It’s been a long time, it sure is cold.”

It was the first time since the moon base that the two of them had a conversation even though they were on the same ship. Katrina had avoided him on purpose.

“Are you going to Earth?”

“Yes…”

“I am sorry about Sabrina”

“Gazing at the starry sky with you, teacher, reminds me of the first time I met Sabrina.”

“…...”

“It was you teacher, who helped Sabrina escape from the shuttle.”

“She lived with integrity. She was also the one who gave me the opportunity to live this life.”

Heero still hears Sabrina’s wish, “I want you to be my teacher.”

“Ah, why did Sabrina drop the lessons?”

Even though he gave her his teachings, she didn’t continue.

Heero sensed that Katrina was overdoing it with that series of words and a smile formed.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” she immediately answered. “Maybe…” she added. She still didn’t feel confident. “I think I have to fight. As a Peacecraft that creates peace as queen of the Sanc Kingdom…”

“People who run away without fighting are not qualified to speak of peace. You are well qualified to do so.”

“But I might lose.”

“You should be prepared for that… but if you’re prepared, you can see the future through any defeat.”

“Future?”

“Unreasonable violence and various injustices will continue to be rampant. Even so, no matter how turbulent the world may be, we must not live with anger and hatred. No matter how many times you fall, stand up and step firmly on the ground to greet the future. The future I see there is always full of hope.”

“No matter how many times I fall, I will stand up…” Katrina chewed on those words.

“First, close your eyes quietly and empty your mind. Don’t allow in sorrow or regret.” Heero remained calm even in the harshest of circumstances because he had imposed these mental exercises on himself. “After emptying your mind, open your eyes. The surroundings you see there change into a scenery with a completely different sense of values.”

“In such a situation, I’ll try it.”

“If you use this method, you can surly overcome ‘painful thoughts’ and ‘painful situations’.”

“May I tell you something?”

“Hmm?”

“About my ‘painful thoughts’ that I have?” Even at this time, she had a strong feeling that it was time to talk about that promise she made. “I told you how… that should be enough.”

Would it work for love? However, Heero is ignorant of such things.

An alarm alerted him that his astro suit had only a few minutes left of air. Heero downloaded some classical music from the computer network inside his helmet.

“Katrina, we have a few minutes left, would you mind dancing with me?”

“Yes. Gladly.”

The song was Johann Strauss II’s masterpiece “Beautiful Blue Danube”.

“Unfortunately, this is not a party venue.”

“No, it’s under the same star-filled sky as that time. I’m honored, this time my teacher invited me.”

The two cut off the force of their magnetic shoes.

Katerina and Heero danced a waltz in a zero-gravity spacewalk. However, the umbilical cable soon got tangled up and they couldn’t turn well.

Katrina looked into Heero’s eyes and gave a mischievous smile, removing the buckle that connected the cable between her and Heero.

The cruiser ‘Sherwood’ is getting further and further away.

“You still do crazy things…”

“I’ll have Sam pick us up.”

The two danced a waltz as they drifted through outer space.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Don’t worry, teacher.”

“That’s not it, can you really bear the fate of the Sanc Kingdom alone?” he asked.

“Yes… I’ll always have memories with my teacher.”

“Huh… that’s Bogey’s line from Casablanca.”

“Shall we make the song ‘As Time Goes By’?”

“Oh, yeah…”

“Play it once, Sam.”

Wyvern Sam approached from afar and replied “Meow” from the communication device.

Katrina pressed her helmet against Heero’s and said sadly, “A toast to the teacher’s eyes….”

On the way to Earth, the Space Force of the United Earth Sphere Alliance was waiting. The space cruiser ‘Sherwood’ was more of a “bounty head” than an “outlaw” to the Alliance Space Forces.

No matter how much they chased, it escaped with tremendous propulsion, and with its special stealth function they couldn’t detect its location.

But now, they have captured its position perfectly. Surveillance satellites spread all over the Earth detected the movement of a large mass to an area in space that was not a shipping route.

The Alliance Space Forces hastily organized a fleet to prepare for an interception.

The flagship battleship was named Verso (Aquarius). Its commander is the young and capable Major Clarence Septum, assisted by Warrant Officer Million Liddellheart.

“Why did they come to Earth knowing they would be caught?” Major Clarence had wondered about it all along.

“Anyway, it’s time to clean up the dishonor of the lunar base…” The hot-blooded Million had learned that the base he once belonged to was attacked by Sherwood’s Pumpkin Tank Corps in the past.

“What about Apollon and Heliopolis’ data?”

“It’s already been analyzed. We can completely destroy Sherwood with our new ‘Dugong’ space fighter (Libra)!”

The dugongs were similar in shape to the Wyvern and were prepared to intercept them with a large formation of four by six aircraft, a total of twenty-four aircraft.

With no pilot on board, they fly remotely according to the blueprints designed by Jay Null.

At the time, the very act of fighting in space was directly linked to death. It was only natural that no one of the Alliance would become a space fighter pilot.

“But watch out for Sam the Wyvern… That one machine destroyed my entire fleet in the Baltic Sea.”

“Even so, the enemy force is only eleven strong! Moreover, the Wyvern’s EMP device is effective only on the ground. In this vast universe, it is just a useless thing that is weaker than the radiation of a solar flare.

In a normal situation, the Alliance would have an overwhelming advantage in a 24-to-11 battle.

However, below Wyvern, Apollon and Heliopolis have all been remodelled into manned aircraft. Furthermore, the pilots that boarded them were all famous aces among the outlaws.

Wyvern is piloted by the ace, Tic Pagan. Sedic for Apollon, and eight elites in the Heliopolis’. Katrina is on board the eleventh aircraft and considered the best of the members.

It’s unscrupulous, but battle has an easy-to-understand aspect when compared to sports. Football is appropriate in this case.

Two tops Wyvern and Apollon are ready to attack while protecting Sherwood, the goal net of their allies, with nine Heliopolis's.

The twenty-four Dugongs on the other hand, were divided into three formations on the left and right sides, cutting off the enemy’s retreat route and driving them into the center, creating a path leading to the fleet awaiting in a bombardment posture.

The battle has begun--.

Wyvern and Apollon headed straight for the flagship Verso.

The dugongs that intercepted were driven into the center by two formations (eight aircraft) of the avant-garde, as planned, attacking in waves as if closing the wings.

At the same time, two formations of halfbacks (middle guard) lured them in further.

The eight dugongs in the rear guard were deployed in all directions to block the escape areas so that they could not avoid the fleet’s artillery fire.

From a tactical point of view, it is as per the manual and is well coordinated.

If even Wyvern and Apollon, which specialize in attack, can be eliminated, the remaining Heliopolis will only have defensive power, and if it takes time, victory will be certain.

But—

The goals of the rebel army and the Alliance were different.

While the Alliance aims to exterminate Sherwood, the purpose of the Rebel Forces is to return Katrina to Earth. The size of their goal net is different. Wyvern and Apollon are just diversions.

As the enemy targets concentrated on those two aircraft, Katrina’s Heliopolis was slowly progressing toward Earth’s atmospheric entry trajectory.

“Heliopolis Ennead, starting descent!” Katrina said to her companions with gratitude. “Thank you for seeing me off….”

“Be a master, Sith Merquise.” The hoarse voice was that of Sedic on board Apollon. “Please don’t be reckless.”

“Meow, meow.”

The gentle tone was Tic Pagan, and the meow was, of course, “AI Sam”.

“Roger all! Everyone stay healthy!”

“Glory to the Sanc Kingdom!” she heard the voices of the outlaw men shouting so all at once.

Katrina sang “Over the Rainbow” as she had done before as she re-entered Earth’s atmosphere.

“Somewhere over the rainbow….”

While listening to her singing voice, the rebel army continued to fight. Of course, since the objective had already been fulfilled, it was a retreat with plenty of time to spare.

After lightly dealing with double the number of dugongs, they generated a powerful ECM and returned to Sherwood in search of the flagship Verso’s bombardment.

In the past, the “EMP device” was a device that generated electromagnetic pulses throughout the fleet, but this ECM device was a “hyper jammer” that made the aircraft itself stealthy.

Heero has appeared on Sherwood’s bridge.

Marticus, who was in command, was surprised by his sudden visit.

“Oh, is this…”

“Did Katrina make it to Earth safely?”

“Are you still worried, as a teacher?”

“I was Marticus… I think I was a little overwhelmed by her.”

“What do you mean?”

“If I were you, I wouldn’t have let Katrina go to Earth…”

“I don’t want you to tell me that… you were the one who should have stopped Katrina, weren’t you?”

“……”

“Well, that’s fine. Both of us are carrying too much weight on Peacecraft.”

This was the first conversation between the two who would later advocate “complete pacifism” on Earth and in space.

“Let’s get along well with those other guys who got dumped…”

Heero suddenly whispered in rough English. “-I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship-.”

“What’s that?”

“Do you know the movie ‘Casablanca’?”

“Yeah, I saw it a long time ago. I heard that Katrina loved it too.”

“That line is in the last scene… ‘This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship’.”

“So, you were trying to imitate Bogey’s voice just now? It didn’t sound like him at all!”

“…I’m sorry…”

The encounter between the two was not of mutual liking.

AC – 148 April 25

Katrina visited the Sanc Kingdom Castle and told everyone about the story so far.

At first, none of the people close to her believed it, but once Marquis Weiridge explained it as a witness, and the results of the DNA analysis also revealed that she was Katrina Peacecraft, everyone was convinced.

Then, in the throne room, she saw baby Katrina ignorantly sleeping in her cradle.

Tears fell from Katrina. Until now, no matter how painful it was, she never shed tears. She made it her creed to be healthy and cheerful.

But only this time she sobbed.

She thought she had to convey this feeling that overflowed one after another to Katrina, who had become Sabrina’s memento.

The inside of the royal palace is quiet.

From now on, her and her niece must rebuild this kingdom.

She was tormented by a suffocating feeling and felt the pressure of being crushed.

Suddenly, the words Heero said came back to her mind.

“First, quietly close your eyes until your mind is empty.” Katrina slowly lowered her eyelids and listened to the sounds around her. She could hear birds chirping in the distance. She could also hear Katrina’s quiet breathing. In the next room, she heard Sam the cat scratching at the glass window.

The lace curtains around him sway and the cloth rubs against itself. Perhaps Sam is trying to catch a bird outside the window.

In the woods outside, she hears the wings of a little bird taking flight.

Sam became quiet.

She thought she could hear the sound of silence. It wasn’t “loneliness’.

Katrina opened her eyes. She slowly looked around. Slow time seemed to flow away in the transparent air. She felt like she knew what to do next. This isn’t the time to be sad. She was prepared for one thing.

“I will live on. Accept all love and sorrow…” Then she smiled at Katrina who was sleeping peacefully. “Nice to meet you, Katrina… I’m your new mom.”

There was no hesitation or indecision in her heart.

“Sabrina is watching from heaven… I’ll definitely raise this child into a splendid queen.”

MC – 0022 Next Winter

Relena Peacecraft was slowly removing her black virtual visor. The brilliance of those blue eyes had a different impression than before.

“How was it?” My senior, Heero called out to the President of the Mars Foundation. “Do you still want me to kill you?”

“No, Heero…. It turns out that it’s not ‘now’.”

My wrists are still in simple handcuffs, and I still haven’t gotten my food. I thought this was worse than torture.

“Huh? Have you reflected a little bit, Duo.”

Naina approached from behind with a teacup.

“Reflection? Why do I have to reflect? I haven’t lost to you guys and I haven’t lived a life that I regret!”

“But you’re thinking of killing Miss Relena, aren’t you?”

“Isn’t that true of the seniors as well! In general, it’s worse to say things like ‘perfect peace’ in your sleep!”

I was being honest. And I wanted to complain about how many people thought they died for peace or something. However, Milou and the daughter of the Winner family jumped in.

“Sister! Father’s Tallgeese Heaven!! It’s approaching Relena City.”

Speaking of Naina’s father, he’s a wandering guy who now calls himself “Cyrene Wind”.

“It looks like the fuselage is damaged! He might need someone to pick it up,” said the daughter of the Winner family, operating the communication device beside her. “I’ve opened the line.”

A man with short blonde hair wearing sunglasses appeared on the monitor.

“This is ‘Cyrene Wind’…. I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough... The main forces of the Republic of Lana Green are approaching!”

As far as I can see from the video, red lights are flashing here and there in the cockpit, and sparks are flying from the damaged areas.

That old man also seemed to be seriously injured. He was reporting intermittently as if groaning.

“’Babel’... The mobile fortress ‘Babel’ is here!”

I heard an unpleasant name. The mobile fortress “Babel”. It was a word I didn’t want to hear more than “peace”.

So that means Senior Special Colonel Zechs Merquise from Lana Green is also with us.

Tens of thousands of people have really been killed because of him. Those poor brothers….. I will never forgive that Zechs……

(Continued in Volume 9)

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Chapter 59. Hands, donuts and blind dates

In the previous chapter: Angie casually runs into three girls who show a particular interest for the PJ guys, especially Eddie. Angie satisfies their curiosity, at first only admitting she knows him and then revealing she's his new girlfriend in a blatant manner, that is kissing him right in front of them. She's surprised by her own behaviour and asks Meg for an opinion. Her friend explains she was probably looking for approval from the girls and that a small part of her wanted to brag about being Eddie's girl a little. Later on, after the show, Eddie and Jerry are animatedly talking about sports, Angie sees them and runs to interrupt them, thinking they might be quarreling about her. When she finds out the truth she's perplexed, she can't believe those two can act around each other as if nothing happened. Eddie reveals that they agreed not to talk about her for any reason. Angie convinces Eddie to make a similar agreement with her and avoid talking about Jerry. Eddie accepts but in exchange Angie has to tell him what's her second name. It's Wildwind. After they indulged all night in PDAs around the club so that they could be "caught" by their friends, as they see no reaction whatsoever from the gang, Eddie and Angie finally make an official revelation. When they realize everybody already knew, Eddie's amused, Angie's almost disappointed.

***

“Are they filming inside or outside?" we park outside Miller Community Center, as I get out of the car I notice some barriers at the end of the road and I suspect they must have been put there to delimit the set.

“Outside, I think. I mean, they generally film exterior day scenes first, then you film indoors” Angie shrugs and retrieves from the backseats one of the two boxes I borrowed from the mini mart to carry the insanely large amount of donuts she prepared.

“I believed they were filming interior locations, Stone told me about Cam renting a whole apartment building. He'll take part in a shooting too in the next few days, in a garage or something like that" I do the same with the other box and slam the door shut with my hip, while Angie puts her box on the roof of the car to lock it .

“I guess this is the apartment building he told you about, if multiple scenes are set in this location, they're gonna stay here for a while. Anyway they're shooting the band scene tomorrow, Eddie told me”

“What do you think, are these enough?” I joke as I lift the box slightly, walking on the sidewalk and trying to pay attention to where I'm going despite the bulky box.

“Hahaha oh well, they're not so many after all, if you think about it, there must be something like 40/50 people working on set... a hundred pieces seem ok to me”

“Sorry, I think I didn’t understand right, did you fry a hundred donuts?”

“More or less”

“One hundred??”

“I don't have class until next week, I have a little more free time...”

“During Spring Break people usually go on holiday or get trashed at parties”

“I cook instead, I spend my time in a more productive way, granting myself the access to a true movie set”

“You got a pass hanging on your neck with your name and photo, they'd let you in anyway, even without the goods”

“But the welcome is warmer like this, trust me”

“What did you bring the first time?” I know there was a first time for Angie, with Meg, at the beginning of the week, at Gas Works Park. This time her roommate blew her off, so she came and picked me up at Westlake's at the end of my shift. She basically forced me. I can't see why it's so difficult for her to go alone and empty handed to a movie set she was specifically invited to by the director himself. At worst, they could keep me out but from what I heard, they're not too strict. So what's the problem?

“Focaccia. This time I went with sweets”

We get to the crossroad and, as soon as we turn the corner we're met by a guy from the crew, who nods at Angie first, then at me, and then moves one of the barriers slightly out of the way to let us in. It looks like he already knows my friend.

“Right on time for lunch break!” the guy rubs his hands, while Angie temporarily places her box on a fire hydrant on the side of the street and opens it a little so he can take his donut..

“Take two, there are many” she urges him.

“There are enough to feed the whole of Cleopatra's crew, don't worry” I add, although the guy surely doesn't need any encouragement from me to have seconds.

“Thank you. Now go, I know Cam's waiting for you!” Richie, that's what's written on his pass, folds the flaps back to close the box and says bye, with his mouth full.

“See? Warm welcome” Angie smiles and after taking a more secure hold on the box, walks up to the actual set, followed by me.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure Grace, shoot”

“Will you come back on set tomorrow?”

“No”

“Why?”

“I can't come here every single day. Ok, Cameron Crowe invited me, but I can't abuse his generosity”

"So why today and not tomorrow?”

“What?”

“Why are we, I mean, you here today and not tomorrow?”

“Why? What difference does it make?” Angie gives me a perplexed look and, as it often occurs, I can't understand if she does it on purpose or if she really doesn't know where I'm getting at.

"Tomorrow the guys are here, today they're not. If you already knew, why didn't you plan to come here tomorrow in the first place?” I've barely seen Stone lately, since they started recording the album and I guess it's the same for Angie. If I were her, I'd have taken the chance to do both.

“'Cause this time tomorrow you're working” she gives me a totally senseless answer.

“What about me? Forget me, you can come here by yourself or with anybody else, I'm.just a random guest, a +1 on the list"

“For that and also because I'm working the opening shift at Roxy's tomorrow morning”

"Well, that's so much better, if you open the restaurant, you'll finish earlier and you'll have all the time to get here"

“But I'll be fuckin' tired”

“Too tired to visit a movie set? You?” I don't believe you one bit, say it all, darling!

“The sacred fire of art is strong but I gotta take the car and drive up here…"

"Fifteen minutes drive at most"

"After a heavy work shift starting at dawn? No, thanks”

“Not even for Eddie?” I elbow her so slightly not to knock her off balance, far be it from me to make her fall down on the ground, or worse, on her precious donuts.

“What's with Eddie? I don't need a movie set to see him”

“Really? Lucky you! To see Stone I almost have to make a joint written request both to Kelly and Epic”

“Hehe well yeah, they've been kinda busy lately, with the album and all the rest”

“One more reason to show up on set again tomorrow, so you can see him and mix business with pleasure”

"Umph, I'll be honest with you. I can't lie to you, no fun in it, you're not Meg”

“Is it a compliment or...?”

“It is, for both of you”

“Ok, go on then, tell me your truth”

“It's not that I can't do it, it's that I don't want to”

“Haha really? I really didn't get it, you know”

“I don't wanna be the too attached pain in the ass girlfriend, following his boyfriend around when he's working”

“But you'd be here to also see him and not only for him. First of all you'd be here for your personal professional interest”

“That's the key word: professional. I want to make a good impression, be professional, only professional. This is work, not a picnic”

“Even with focaccia and donuts?”

"Hahaha yes!"

“Nobody in the troupe would think you're here only to tag along your man and mind your own business”

“I would, if it was someone else.” she shrugs as much as she can holding the heavy box “It's like I showed up at London Bridge studios while they're making the record, I'd be out of place”

“I'm pretty sure they'd let you in if you showed up with these”

“How can you say it? You haven't tasted them yet”

“I can imagine”

In the end I do, once we get to a van with CATERING written on a sheet of printed paper taped on the passenger window. Actually it's just a spot where people can sit to eat their lunch quickly, as an alternative to the sidewalk or the stairs outside the apartment building, other key points chosen by crew members, actors included. I can see Matt Dillon sitting on one of the lowest steps, focused on devouring a sandwich and talking to the director, right beside him. And what better moment than now to go talk to a Hollywood star? And of course Angie has no intentions to do that, she doesn't move from the van and keeps up a long conversation with a girl from the makeup crew.

"The first day of work basically went by just to create Matt's appearance. He tried so many wigs, we chose the one that gave the most realistic touch but it took ages" she explains talking right about the main character. But why don't we go discuss it directly with the person involved? Huh? No?

“So many… like, how many?”

“120”

“GET OUT OF HERE!” Angie can't believe her ears, I can't believe my eyes as Matt finishes his lunch and stretches his toned arms a little. Stoney, my heart is yours, but beauty is there to be looked at.

“Swear to god. You know these actors, none was ok for him”

“This is ok though. Long, brown, wavy hair... doesn't it remind you of something, Angie? Or should I say, about someone?” I take another look at the handsome actor and hope to push my friend towards those stairs with my intentions. But for now I'm failing miserably. So I get revenge with a subtle remark.

“Yes, Stone. He reminds me a lot of Stone, don't you think? Him or like the haircut of 80% of the guys in Seattle”

“Ha-ha. I was thinking of someone else”

“Our boss at the makeup and costumes team brought us some pictures so that we could get an idea of this Seattle style”

“I'd say you hot it quite right!” Bridget Fonda is smoking a cigarette by herself under a tree a little further away and she's basically my friend Maureen's lookalike: flannel shirt, bowler hat, shorts, her signature outfit. Wait a minute “Matt is really perfect, he even has the same bermuda as Jeff”

“Because they are Jeff's” Angie answers as she pours herself coffee from the flask the girl has just handed to her, together with a plastic cup.

“What?”

“The guy who brought the clothes for Matt? Was his name Jeff?” another young woman asks, as she appears outside the open door of the van before treating herself with a donut.

“Yeah, he's a friend of ours. Cameron believed Jeff's style is, how can I say it, the most peculiar. Considering they're more or less the same size, Cam asked him if they could borrow his clothes”

“Hats too?” I laugh up my sleeve as I clean my mouth from the sugar with a napkin.

“Especially hats!”

"Does Laura know?"

“Haha I have no idea but she definitely needs to know her creations will enter film history” Angie grabs two donuts, puts them on a paper plate and gets out of the van, gesturing for me to follow her. For a minute there I believe I can finally take my pen and notepad out of my bag and get Dillon's autograph. This time I'm prepared unlike that night at the Off Ramp. Anyway it just takes me a few steps down the street to notice the actor left and is not sitting with Crowe anymore. Of course! Angue wouldn't have moved from that van otherwise.

“Hey, hi Angie, Grace! What have you brought us today? You know you don't have to” the director looks up from a bunch of photocopies of handwritten sheets of squared paper.

“Cream or chocolate?” she hands him the plate and he thinks for a whole.

“Can't we do both?”

“Sure, that was the plan” she gives them to him and sits down on his right, I sit on the opposite side on the same step, as he eats. I steal a glance at the van, the two actors are right in front of it now. Dillon is talking to the wardrobe girl we met before. She gives him a donut and points at us. In that moment Matt waves hi to us and right now I'd strangle Angie with my bare hands. But I don't. Would it seem disrespectful if I left her here and went to socialize with the cast? Maybe just a little bit.

“Oh talking about plans, I've got one too, you know? And it involves you, I really hoped you'd come back these days”

“Involves me? How?”

“Just wait a second” Cameron stands up and walks away munching on his second donut, as my plan to get these fuckin' autographs is still on hold.

“Maybe he has a job for you” I reply to a question Angie asked me silently, only with her confused eyes.

"Yeah, sure, forget it. You need qualifications to work in a film crew, they don't hire random people just because they're friends of friends”

“Oh well, I'm not saying he wants you to be... I don't know... tell me the name of any important high profile position”

“Production manager”

“Right. I'm not saying he wants you for that but maybe for simpler tasks, I don't know, like making coffee, cleaning the set, delivering messages, stuff like that”

“That would be a runner. Even to be a slave you must at least have a BA”

“A BA in caffeine studies?”

“Haha yeah, that can be useful”

Crowe gets out of a trailer parked on the other side of the road, I didn’t even notice he got in there in the first place, and he's carrying a big green ring binder. He starts looking through it as soon as he sits back down between us, flipping through squared handwritten pages, similar to the photocopied ones he had before.

“Where the hell... oh here it is!” the director slaps on the newly found page with his open hand, opens and closes the rings and takes a single page, handing it to Angie. He actually puts it on her knees because she's almost scared to touch it, as if it was some mysterious sacred object.

“What's that?” I crane my neck to see what's written on it.

“The script of a scene we're filming in a couple of weeks”

“INT. SHOP - DAY. Debbie calmly enters the shop, she's got her portfolio in her hands and walks up toward the young woman behind the counter...” Angie starts reading aloud, then her voice gets lower and lower as she goes on, until she focuses on silently reading to herself. Aw come on, I can't see shit from here!

“Debbie is one of the main characters, she's a career woman looking for Mr Right. Since she can't find him with traditional methods, she turns to a dating agency” Cameron explains the backstory, whereas Angie keeps reading, silently chuckling here and there.

“From Angie's snickering I can assume the scene is not as sad as it seems”

“Haha no, not at all, it's a pretty surreal situation, I’d say tragicomic. All the people who sign up have to make a video in which they introduce themselves and explain what they’re looking for in an ideal partner. So Debbie gets the help of these guys, who create something pretty absurd”

“And you want Angie to film the absurd video tape? Right?” I stand up as I yell my guess and Angie does the same making the script page fall down.

“ARE YOU INSANE?”

“Oh no, hehe, that’s not the plan I had in mind for you” Crowe retrieves the page from the lowest step unperturbed and gestures for us both to sit back down.

“Of course Cam, that goes without saying!” Angie shakes her head.

“My plan is a small role for you: you’ll be the young woman behind the counter”

“WHAT THE HELL?” Angie is about to rest her butt back on the stairs but as Cameron speaks she abruptly springs up as she got her asscheeks burnt on a hot step.

“You’d be perfect!”

“But I... err... Cameron, thank you so much, I’m flattered you thought about me but I don’t think I-”

“Alternative, cool and sarcastic, it’s you!”

“What??? I’m not like… and by the way… I don’t know how to act”

“You don’t have to act, just be yourself ”

“I don’t know how to be myself ”

“Hahahaha Angie, cut the crap and say yes! Are you crazy, that’s a great opportunity!” I scold her as I stretch out my arm behind Cam and shake her by her shoulder.

“I know acting is not your thing but working in a movie production is always a good experience, especially when you write it on your CV”

“That’s some fuckin’ experience, come on, you can’t say no!” I remark and I feel a lot like Meg right now, because I can feel it in my bones that this crazy girl is gonna keep saying no with all her being. And she’ll regret it. So the only thing I can do is shut her up.

“Anyway you don’t have to tell me right now but I need to know it in a week. I have another option for this role”

“Fine, if I were you, I’d go straight with the other option”

“Don’t listen to her, Cameron! She’ll think about it and she’ll let you know” I flash her a nasty look.

“And she’s got so many lines! Brian only says Twenty. Can I be Brian? That’d make more sense, since he’ll be the director of the video tape”

“Hehe yeah, that’d make sense and you’d definitely pull it off. But I already have a person to play Brian and it’s an indisputable option, I’m sorry”

“It’s just my luck, right?”Angie mumbles, right after a guy has passed next to us shouting that the break is over and the crew has to go back to work.

“Well, Tim’s working not far from here, he’s gonna leave his set specifically to make an appearance in the movie for me. That’s why I know exactly when we’re filming that scene” Cam stands up and I do the same, then following him up the stairs.

“Tim?” I ask.

“My friend Tim Burton, he promised me a cameo as a personal favor to a friend. Do you know him?”

“Is he an actor? Forgive my ignorance”

“No problem! No, he’s a director. Have you seen Beetlejuice? Edward Scissorhands?”

“Fuck yeah!”

“He also directed the latest Batman”

“He’s famous! Did you hear that Angie? You’ll meet a famous Hollywood director!” I move my head back and forth to visually get past Cameron and directly address my future movie star friend "And you’ll act with him!” but I can’t frame her “Angie?”

Cameron, lost in his thoughts until now, turns left and then right towards me, then backwards.

“She’s not here. Where is she?”

“Angie!” I turn around and call for my stupid friend, who thought it was a good idea to just get away at the best moment. Well, that’s so much better, at least she can’t say no “Well, I’ll find her and convince her, don’t worry”

“I don’t want her to think she can’t say no but I believe it’d be nice to have her in the movie. This film is kind of my way to say thank you to this city that welcomed me and took me in immediately. I like the idea of having the people I met and got to know in the movie. And I really think the role is perfect for her”

“We’ll let you know in time. By now I’d just like to know where the hell she is”

“Who are you looking for?” from out of nowhere here is Cornell, on top of the stairs.

“My colleague, who’s also your neighbor. She was here like two minutes ago then she literally disappeared in a blink”

“Angie? Hahaha! As far as I know her, she most likely fell down the stairs, did you check?” Chris snickers as he runs down the stairs. God he loves that story so much! “Uh, donuts!” I hear him cheer one second later..

“Come on Chris, hurry up, we gotta go back shooting” Cameron yells at him.

“Hey hi,” I almost don’t notice Matt Dillon joining us on top of the stairs “your cook friend is fast”

“Hi! Have you seen her?” I greet him, acting nonchalant, as I stick one hand in my bag, searching for my pen and notepad.

“Yeah, she said she’s waiting for you in the car,” he answers and then turns to the director “and that she had to go because she really had to pee and asked me to tell you bye”

“Hehe ok, thank you”

“And I guess she had to pee really bad, ‘cause she bumped into me and almost knocked me off”

“Nuh, she does that to everyone, that’s her signature move, don’t feel special!” Chris joins us again after his dose of sugar.

“How much do you love that story, Chris?” Cam shakes his head then calls for the make up artist we met earlier, so she can adjust Cornell’s face sprayed with sugar and chocolate.

“What story?” Dillon asks and who am I not to satisfy his curiosity?

“Didn’t he tell you? That’s weird but don’t worry, I can fix this right now!”

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“What do you mean it’s not serious?” Angie walks nervously back and forth, I’m here, in peace, just leaning on my car right outside her place.

“I mean it’s not, kitty” I’m so calm I almost feel guilty.

“Kitty, my ass, I told Matt Dillon I was pissing myself, does it look normal to you? He must think I’m crazy” she throws her cigarette, crashes it under her boot and lights up another one straight away.

“Why? Actors don’t pee?” I’m still smoking the first one.

“They do but that’s not the point!”

“I don’t think this thing shocked him”

“No, sure, he probably only thought I’m a psycho”

“Come on, at our next guitar lesson I’ll explain to him that my girlfriend is not incontinent and she’s just shy”

“Guitar lesson?” I finally manage to make her stop for a second because I’m almost getting sick from her continuous pacing back and forth.

“Yeah, he needs basic notions to be vaguely credible on set. He asked me for help, no idea why. But I couldn’t say no. After all I’ve got nothing to do lately” yeah, I’m just recording an album, shooting a movie, still working some shifts at the mini market. To be able to see Angie tonight I had to leave the studio and go and pick her up from work at the diner and drive her home. The funny thing is, when we were top secret we had all the time in the world, now that everybody knows we struggle to find scraps of time to spend together.

“Well, maybe you made a good impression. Probably he ignores that you know me”

“He knows”

“He ignores how much you know me” now that she’s calm I manage to take her hand and pull her in a hug.

“Do you want to tell him that too? I thought you were more private”

“Haha fuck you, Ed” she pulls away but I can steal a kiss.

“Uhmm you’re evil though, you know?”

“For saying fuck you? Since when are you so sensitive?” she comes back to me with a smirk and gently puts her arms around my neck .

“No, it’s not that. Do you think it’s fair, calling me by my intimate nickname right now that we can’t do anything?”

“You are such an asshole!” she tries to push herself away from me but I block her. So she grabs my cigarette from my lips and throws it away to playfully spite me.

“By the way, why can’t we do anything? Why can’t we have this smoke up in your apartment, maybe matched with a nice cup of coffee?” I ask her, stealing her cigarette from her fingers and taking a hit.

“Because I have to wake up extremely early tomorrow. And you too”

“Fine. So why are we still here? Let’s go up to your place, cigarette, coffee, then sleep. What’s the problem?

“The problem is, we’d be doing anything but sleep and you know it” good girl, of course I know, I know that well, that’s exactly why I suggested it.

“I still can’t see the problem”

“Haha the problem is you might be high-performing and productive even without sleeping but I’m not”

“I’m not gonna keep you up all night” I wish I could, I’d say.

"Mm… I’m not so sure about it" she retrieves the cigarette hanging from my lips. And as she slowly inhales she gives me a look that… oh for fuck’s sake.

"Angie… you shouldn’t be doing that though"

"Doing what?" she exhales sideways not to blow smoke straight into my eyes.

"You’re not helping here"

"Why? What did I do?"

"We’re not supposed to do anything but you keep touching me, talking to me, looking at me that way…"

"Haha you’re such an ass!" she pulls away and starts searching for something in her purse.

"That wasn’t a joke" maybe Angie is finally starting to come to terms with the fact I like her (Jesus) but she doesn’t have the foggiest idea of how she can make a man feel with a glance, a hug or simply the sound of her voice.

"Ok ok, I’ll keep my distance and talk about something else. What about the recordings of the album? How's it going?" she takes a Kleenex and blows her nose, giving me even more space.

"Good. I think the techs want to kill us. It didn’t take them too long to find out"

"Hahaha why? What did you do?"

"Nothing in particular, they only found out they’re working with fucking perfectionists"

"Oh, you mean they got to know Stone?"

"Haha it’s all of us really, not just Stone. The last three nights, I spent them locked alone in the studio, rehearsing, re-rehearsing, re-writing, and so on…”

"Alone?"

"I was stuck on a couple of tracks, it looked like I couldn’t do them the way I wanted, we wanted. So I had the sound engineer explain to me how to record myself remotely and told him ‘Ok, now just lock me in and you’ll see tomorrow I’ll pull it off’”

"And you did?”

"Sure. Sometimes working your ass off it’s the only way" I did? I think so, I mean, I did with those two songs. I’ve got the rest of the album left to work on. And the rest of me. I mean, I’ve been loosening up a lot at live shows, I’m finding my new identity not only in this band, but also in this scene, in this city. On record though, we gotta be us, we gotta be Pearl Jam, with a finished identity, and I must be finished too. I need to be up to what we created as a band and of course I am the weak link here. Not because I lack skills or talent but because I’m the new guy in a band that already had well defined dynamics. I’m always torn between adapting to them and express what I am. The guys, they’re always reassuring me but… am I stupid if after almost six months I still don’t feel 100% part of the band?

"Not tonight though, right?"

"No, tonight I’ll rest. And I also wanted to see you so bad"

"Hehe did you miss me?"

"You bet"

"But we talk every day!" Angie throws away the second cigarette and puts her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket..

"Talking on the phone is not the same as seeing each other in the flesh. And I was exhausted today at lunch, I think we didn’t talk for more than a couple of minutes. By the way, sorry if I ended the call so abruptly, as soon as I hung up I sort of collapsed on the sofa at the studio and napped for an hour before getting back to work"

"I know, Eddie, don’t worry" she comes closer, almost timidly, and pats me on the shoulder.

"Aren’t you mad?"

"Haha of course not! You’re working, you’re not wasting time"

"And don’t you miss me a little?" I take her hand and kiss her palm and hold it against my cheek.

"Of course I miss you. But this is your job, this is you. If I get paranoid now that we haven’t seen each other for a week, what will I do once you’re off on tour and out of town for months?"

"Are you sure it’s not a problem for you?" from the serenity she’s conveying right now, it looks like she’s super sure. More sure than me. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t think about it before, I’ve been thinking about it since forever, at least since I decided that one day my passion would become my job. But I never talked to Angie about it.

"I’m more than sure. I’ll never be the type of annoying girlfriend, stressing you out because you don’t call every day or asking you to choose between her and the music. That just won’t happen" she takes my face in both her hands and shakes me as to make me say No, together with her.

"Ok. Can I call you every day though?"

"Hahaha you can call me whenever you want" she kisses me and pulls away once more.

“Anyway, it’s not gonna happen immediately, I mean, if everything goes how it’s supposed to go, the record’s gonna be released this summer, end of summer. We’re gonna play some shows here and there but no serious touring before autumn. Until then, we don’t even have to consider the problem basically" I’m saying this to myself rather than Angie, who seems totally fine about the whole thing.

"There is no problem for me, Eddie, really, don’t worry"

"I’m not worried for you but for me. How can I be apart from my kitty?"

"Hahaha you’re so stupid!" Angie shakes her head and grabs her keys from her purse, a clear sign that she’s about to leave.

"Great, I open my heart to you and you laugh at me!"

"No my dear, you make fun of me and I give you what you deserve!"

"I’m not making fun of you, that’s the truth! Do you really think I won’t miss you like crazy?"

"You won’t get crazier than now"

"No, but it’s gonna be hard. Uhm, in all senses"

"Hahahahaha and then you say you’re not making fun of me?!”she tries to shove me but I don’t move an inch.

"I’m extremely serious actually. How can I not make love to you for a month?"

“Do like the others do. Groupies exist for a reason, don’t they?"

"Groupies???" how can she come out with such things out of the blue?

"Hahaha"

"I don’t do groupies!"

"Well, not yet"

"Not now or any other time, please!"

"Don’t you like the idea?"

"No! I think it’s disgusting and humiliating for women, we’re not Mötley fuckin’ Crue!"

"But what if it’s just a girl who feels free and confident in her sexuality and wants to make her experiences?"

"She can make all the experiences she wants, just not with me"

"Haha you’re really… adamant about this"

"I am"

"No sex with fans then?"

"No. At worst I can go on a date with Rose"

"Rose?"

"Rosie…"

"And who is she?" and for a moment I think I made it, I believe I managed not only to catch her off guard with another joke but also to get that 1% of well hidden jealousy out of her. But I didn’t.

"You know, my old friend… Rosie… Palms" I barely end the sentence and mimic the concept and Angie’s already slapping me repeatedly on the back of my neck.

"EDDIE!"

"Hahaha why are you so violent?"

"Because you’re gross!"

"Excuse me, kitty. Ow! Groupies are ok and wanks are not? Can you… OUCH… explain!"

"I’m not hitting you for that but for the extremely low level of the joke"

"And we always get to the same point: you think I’m just kidding but I’m super serious” indeed I’m seriously trying to pick on you so you’ll give up and let me into your apartment with you. But it’s not working.

"Sure"

"Anyway, everybody goes on dates with Rosie, you too I bet…"

"Have you seen her this week too?" you’re always so good at swaying away from questions, huh?

"Yes, I have"

"Eddie!" one more fake punch is thrown at me.

"Hehe Eddie what? You asked me!"

"Now I see what you do in the studio all night by yourself, and you call it work!”

"Nuh, I prefer the comfort of a house and a bed. You’re the one fixated on weird locations, kitty" I try to score another point but it comes to nothing.

"Well, talking about bed, it’s getting pretty late, time to call it a night for me"

"Ok" I sigh, defeated.

"Haha don’t make that face"

"What face?"

"The sad puppy face of someone who’s not getting any tonight"

"Huh you mean this one?" I fold my arms, open my eyes wide and pull out a protocol pout, thrusting my lower lip out as much as I can.

"Exactly, haha, stop it" she tries to physically undo my pouty face scrunching it with her hands but I resist "Come on!"

At this point I grab her when she least expects it and hold her tight.

"You know I’m just messing with you, right?" I whisper into her ear.

"Sure I know"

"I just wanted to see you ‘cause I missed you, I don’t care about sex"

"I know"

"I mean, I do care, it’s great, but it’s not everything"

"It’s a bonus"

"Yeah, but it’s not like if you’re not giving me the bonus tonight, then I’ll be mad at you or something like that, ok?"

"Message received, don’t think about it"

"Great" I kiss behind her ear, then on her cheek, then on her lips.

"We’ll make up for that soon, I promise"

"No worries"

"I’m not worried. There’s always Rosie anyway” she shrugs and gives me that fucking shit-eating grin of hers. If we didn’t have to behave, I’d have already jumped on her.

"You’re mean, you’re so mean” I push her away but I immediately regret it.

"Good night, Eddie"

"What do you mean good night? I’ll walk you upstairs"

"No way! Nighty night" she gives me a last kiss and walks up to the glass door.

"Really? D’you still think I’d sneak into your apartment? You don’t trust me, do you?"

"No, I don’t trust. Myself. At all. I’d 99% let you in"

"Huh! For real?"

"Gotta go now"

"Am I so irresistible?"

“GOOD NIGHT!”

"Damn woman! Can’t you just answer?"

"SEE YA!"

"Umph, ok, good night!" but we’re not done yet, you know?

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I’m breaking a record tonight: half past ten and I’m already in my pjs. Well, actually in my boxers and t-shirt but what I mean is that I’m ready for bed. At half past ten. Never happened before, not even as a kid. I can’t remember. Have I ever been a kid? I think so. I look at my guitar leaned against the wall and I recall one summer night so many years ago. At our old house it was me, my mom and the guy she was dating at the time. She was playing her old Wurlitzer organ, he was accompanying with his guitar. They were jamming although at that time I had no idea what it meant. I can’t remember if there was anybody else, maybe my uncle? But I remember that at some point, maybe because I wasn’t feeling enough at the center of attention at that moment, I ran to my room and took a tennis racket. Then I got back to the living room and started playing air guitar like a fool while they were playing. At the end of a song, the guy asked my mom if I could play. She said no and then he got me over and for the first time in my life I held a guitar in my hands. He taught me some chords and apparently I picked them up easily. It’s always because of him that later on I got my own first guitar. I should be grateful to him, if only I remembered his fuckin’ name…

"Hey Jer, are you alone in there? Can I?" Layne bursts into the room without thinking.

"Yeah. But even if you couldn’t, you got in all the same" he knows I’m alone, I’m always alone, I think he keeps asking only not to humiliate my ego rather than because he really wants to know.

"So, what are you doing tonight?"

"I stink. Is it a good answer?"

"Demri and I are going out for drinks, do you wanna come with us?" I don’t know what should surprise me more about this. The fact he’s going out with Demri after there was some tension lately? Because he perfectly ignores my joke? Because he feels so sorry for me that he wants to take me with him and his girl.

"To do what? Third wheeling”

"Fuck you, Jerry, we’re going to Frontier Room for drinks, it’s not a romantic date, you can join us with no worries"

"Yeah, ok, no, I can’t, you know, I was going to sleep"

"To sleep?"

"Yes, see?" I crush the joint in the ashtray on the nightstand, lift my ass from the bed and sneak under the covers.

"So early?"

"Yeh, I wanna be prepared before we leave, you know, starting to get used to the different time zone" we’re going to Europe in a few days, we’ll be touring with Megadeth, and honestly I can’t wait. It’ll be great, regardless of the fact that 99% of the people will be there for them and won’t give a fuck about ut. I don’t care, winning over that 1% is enough for me. I just wanna play and make some noise around. And escape from Seattle and from everything for a while. Right now I really need this.

"Uhm, in Europe it’s like six or seven in the morning, Jerry" since when is Layne a… scientist of … well, time zones expert?

"Exactly. I’m saving some precious sleep time now, considering I’ll lose a lot of sleep in the near future. I always have to explain everything to you!"

"Come on, don’t be antisocial! And Dem wants to say bye to you before you leave" Demri just wants to analyze me, that’s another story. Or she just wants me to meet some friend of hers, as she already tried to- WAIT A MINUTE.

"And who’s gonna be there apart from us three?"

"I don’t know, nobody else, I think"

"You think"

"I don’t know, maybe we’ll meet someone there, or it’s just the three of us"

"Meeting someone there… like who?"

"I don’t know, just saying! It’s easy to find people you know down there. They got $1,50 highballs, it’s the favorite haunt for alcoholics and broke-ass musicians, which are the two main categories our friends belong to" I find no fault in your reasoning, brother, unfortunately you’re a terrible liar.

"So if I go there, we wouldn’t happen to meet some female friend of Demri, right?"

"Well I don’t know, it can be, I mean, who’s not friends with Demri?"

"Layne, please"

"Fuck, she knows everyone"

"Tell me you didn’t set up a double date for me"

"Hahahaha what?? No!"

"Because I’ll get very angry if that’s the case"

"We set up no shit, she’s just called and asked me if I wanted to go to a bar for drinks and to ask you as well, that’s all"

"And doesn’t it make you suspicious?"

“Why?"

"Can you assure me with absolute certainty that if I go with you to this bar, we won’t meet Demri and a friend of hers waiting there for us?"

"Well, not with complete certainty but-"

"Ok, good night hen" I turn off the light and I’m about to get properly into bed.

"God, you’ve become such a pain in the ass! I’m starting to relate to Mike and Sean" Layne steps back and turns the light back on from the switch by the door.

"Fine, why don’t you go to the bar with them?"

"You’re blowing the whole thing out of proportion! What does it cost you to have a couple of drinks and spend like one hour out with a girl???" he snorts and finally gives up.

"HA! SO THERE IS A GIRL, YOU ADMIT IT!" I sit back up on the bed and point the finger of blame at him.

"Ok, yesss, there’s a girl! You were right, are you happy now?"

"Yeah, people usually like being right, you know"

"You don’t have to get engaged, just have a chat. Dem is not stupid, she’s not introducing you to a potential girlfriend now that we’re about to leave for a month"

"Exactly, so why meet her tonight? We’ll discuss it once we’re back" I fluff my pillow, rest my head on it and turn the light off again.

"Come on, Jerry, get dressed and let’s go" he turns the lights on..

"I’m not coming" lights off.

"I already said we’d go, you’ll make me look bad. Come on!" lights on.

"You’re an asshole" I slap my face but I’d rather slap him right now.

"Think about that poor girl who’s waiting and only sees me coming over. What will she do? Third wheeling?"

"But you said that-" and like five minutes ago it was supposed to be a simple night out for drinks without any implications. I get up.

"Come on, up, on your feet! And the girl’s a Scorpio"

"So what? The fuck does it mean?"

"No idea but Dem said she’s perfect for you. Remember she got it right about you and Angie and said it would end fucking badly. I hoped she was wrong but she’s always right"

"Thank you, man, I hadn’t been thinking about her for like five minutes" I remark as I put my pants on.

"You’re welcome. Now get dressed, I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen"

I can’t believe he trapped me so easily. Well, at least I can drown my sorrow in strong cheap alcohol.

"And what’s the chick’s name?" I ask him when he’s already out of the door..

"Heather! She works with her at the shop. She’s pretty, you’ll see"

He knows her then. Of course he does. And it wasn’t all set up, nooooo, not at all.

#grunge fanficion #grunge #pearl jam fanfiction #eddie vedder fanfiction #eddie vedder #chris cornell #jerry cantrell #layne staley #matt dillon #cameron crowe #singles the movie #pearl jam #alice in chains #soundgarden #chapters

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lunaticus-platina · 1 year

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It is merry chrysler. I mean crisis. I mean Santa day. The day that makes ya stressed because capitalistic marketing says you gotta buy stuff to give and people start doing charities that they forgot to do for the whole year. Also it makes ya sentimental. Why not write something about Christmas then hahaha.

Travis Hackett x oc where they share Christmas headache and some melancholy that follows it.

Christmas with BK is a chaos. To put it mildy.

Travis being a man he is, he chooses to try and be somewhat present at his own Family's dreadful Christmas. Not that he had that much chance to stray far from North Kill in the first place, but no excuse is enough to bail out of family holidays. Even when there is no longer his mother there to enforce it.

About two weeks prior, however, BK mentions the family dinner he had to attend on 18th, and says his family rarely celebrates any holidays together, so they all decided to have the annual family gathering a little closer to Christmas this time.

Brief shock on Travis' face from the invitation must've been poorly masked, because BK's rare, sheepish side is suddenly searching for words to explain that usually they all bring friends or co-workers to make the party merrier.

"Forget I said anything." He says, now feeling stupid to bring it up at all. "Things are gonna get hectic anyway, always do. No need to-"

But here's the thing. Travis has never been invited to Christmas parties before. His Family's doesn't count, and him having been a hardass cop most of his life didn't help either. Seeing the former hunter this nervous is refreshing too, so he says, "No, no. I'll....think about it."

That was his first mistake.

There's smoke pouring out of the kitchen. For some godforsaken reason the smoke detector is not going haywire, and a man in the corner tossing darts won't stop looking at him intently whenever their eyes meet.

BK's youngest brother has 3 kids, expecting one more. "Where's our preeeesentssssss" "Uncle Renny, who's that?" "Yeah! Is he your boyfriend???" All three erupt into giggle feat. The room's too warm for Travis and BK's busy explaining that T is his friend.

The kids ooh and next thing he knows, they are all running around screaming, 'We have a new uncle'. The smoke is still coming out of kitchen, only this time there is added exclamation from BK. "How the fuck did you burn water???" Some people at the table are discussing about different versions of death gamble around the world, a guy catching a falling kid from the Christmas tree, a red haired woman sneaking a jar of candy canes out of the room and accidentally dropping it, etc.

Headache only grows. Until it stops.

Once a woman with salt n pepper hair and steely eyes enters the room, everyone falls silent. Only when the kids zoom towards her shouting, "Nana!" does he understand that this is BK's mother. He marvels at the way she takes control of the situation, assigning everyone to their roles and places like a commanding officer. Despite his concern, the handshake and knowing look from her are approving enough. And that is all of their exchange. Although the kids keep asking her if 'uncle trav is joining them', which makes his ears burn.

BK's in the kitchen stirring pans here and there, seasoning and cutting like he's worked there all his life. Travis helps where he can. Dinner's twice more pleasant with everyone seated and not causing a ruckus. When T heads out the door, it's with full stomach, full hands, and full heart, though his head is light with alcohol and contentment. He'll later grimace at the ugly Christmas sweater in the unwrapped box, but the card still makes him smile.

Christmas arrives. It could be worse, to put it simply.

Kaylee decided to spend her first curse-free Christmas at the party with her friends. College life is doing good for the kid, Travis thinks. He doesn't know if the relief he feels from his mother's absence makes him a piece of shit. Then again, he's always been a failure to her. Jed doesn't comment on BK being there. In fact, he doesn't acknowledge his presence at all. Small mercy, he guesses. Last thing Travis wants is violence on a goddamn Christmas.

Bobby helped with the decorations around the house, laughing like a child on, well, on Christmas morning. Chris and Caleb set the table, Travis is cooking, until they all hear shouting from another room.

Jed standing with heaving chest. BK wiping his busted lip. There's blood on the old man's knuckles. "You ain't get to walk around this house like you own it boy! I'll make sure you go to hell for what ya did!"

BK looks slightly inconvenienced, licking at his newly acquired wound. "First of all, I was invited. Second. She got herself killed by not listening to me. Ain't my fault she dug her grave and jumped right in."

"You sonova-" Chris drags his father out of the room before the second blow connects. Caleb gives him a long look and quietly leaves. Travis grits his teeth. But the anger that bubbles to surface pops and simmers down when BK quietly mutters his apology. It's not like they all didn't do unforgivable things in the name of survival.

She couldn't be saved. He still doubts if his family even deserved to be saved, but that thought is for another drunken night.

Dinner's short and tense. Jed leaves first. When Caleb gets up to leave, BK hands him a small box wrapped in green ribbon. When Travis sees Caleb smile, he lets go of a piece of burden that suffocated him for the whole evening.

BK and the Hackett brothers head to a bar. To enjoy the holiday for once, it's a nice change. There's laughter. Chris wistfully mentions how his little girl is all grown up and away from the nest. Wishes his wife was there to celebrate with. Travis remembers the night his brother wailed like never before, repeating over and over again 'How am I supposed to do this without you?' That's why he needed to be here. With family. They needed him. Even before the curse. Even before he got his job. He looks at the glass and ponders. Some more talk happens. Chris and Bobby head home.

Two remaining men head to T's place, the half empty whiskey bottle stands between the two. It's late. It's snowing. TV volume is at the lowest, some cheesy Christmas Rom-com playing.

Travis' pondering(sulking) is interrupted when a small grey box enters his view. BK answers his confusion with 'merry Christmas'.

"But you already gave me a present."

"That was obviously a joke. Your reaction was worth it though. Why didn't you wear it by the way? Don't like sweaters?"

Travis deadpans. "In that case, I have something to give you as well." He says instead.

BK is smug, clearly already imagining Travis in that monstrosity. "Aw, you didn't have to." He gratefully takes the present.

In the carefully wrapped brown box is a...an earbud?

No. It's a hearing aid.

BK stares at it for a moment. Travis rambles on nervously. "You said the one you have is broken. Kaylee helped me look up things but there wasn't much to choose, some were too big, some were just plain garbages, then I thought maybe it could be something you need. Kaylee said it could work like those airpods she has, and you are always listening to that radio, so I thought-"

"Wait, wait." BK shakes out of whatever thought he was in. "Are you saying this has bluetooth?"

"Yes."

There's that stare again. This time aimed straight at Travis. It's making his palms sweat.

"Travis. How much did you spend on this."

"Not too much."

BK looks at the box again. "Fucking Christ." He looks at Travis. "It's rechargeable. Got the case and all. Pretty sure I know this brand. How much did you spend on this Travis." He sounds incredulous.

"Look it doesn't matter okay? It's for your ear, what use is it if it's crap?"

"It's not like I'm completely deaf. Didn't have to bother getting a good one when I can survive without it. But..." BK purses his lips, lowering his gaze. There's gentle sadness in his eyes. A strange sight. When he speaks again, it's barely above a whisper. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, thank you. Not often I get any gifts, let alone something this thoughtful."

All Travis can do is mumbling 'you're welcome' and start unwrapping his gift. It's a tiny, long and silvery whistle. On the sides there are intricate patterns adorning them. It's attached to a chain, and the whistle itself is beautiful enough to make it look like a jewelry. He arches a brow.

"Go on. Blow it." BK says. And Travis does just that, but the whistle is silent.

Travis isn't sure if this is another joke. "You gave me a...dog whistle?"

BK bursts into laughter. "Not exactly. It's a magic whistle."

"Magic." Travis repeats, unimpressed.

"Yes. And as you've seen before, it's very real. You see, that whistle's enchanted, so when you blow no one can hear it...... But I can."

BK smirks. "I'll tell you how it works later. But for now, all you need to know is I can hear that sound even from the other side of the earth. You blow it, I come and help you out when yer in a pickle. Consider it a thank you for saving my life."

Travis smooths his thumb over the patterns, thinking of the night when it all ended. "You helped me first."

"It's my job." BK shrugs. He knows what the man is thinking. At least the main bits. His ma, his life, his family, etc. Maybe the earlier shit with his dad.

"I saw you wincing."

There it is. BK only looks.

"Earlier. When we were drinking."

"It's just a small tear. It'll heal."

"I'm sorry that he did that."

"Not your fault."

Two are silent.

This time it's BK that mutters out. "I'm sorry about your mother."

Travis grunts.

They empty the whole bottle. BK tries to sneak out but Travis is not having it. He also wouldn't have let BK take the couch if he wasn't already collapsed on it like a log. So instead he heads to bed. When he turns he hears BK say 'Merry Christmas Travis', muffled against the couch. 'Merry Christmas Brennen', he replies, and there's warmth to it.

Travis crumbles on the inviting bed. It's warm, the whiskey boils in him. His chest is warm too, not hollow and chilled like many other nights. All in all, this Christmas wasn't too bad, he thinks, looking at the glittering whistle on the nightstand.

#the quarry #travis hackett #sheriff hackett #officer hackett #travis hackett x oc #original character #my writing #oc bk #oc code: lumber #christmas fic I guess #everyone: oooooh christmas!!!!#Travis: Fuck.#big mood big guy big mood #travis hackett and how to survive family holidays #how do two depressed dudes spend Christmas? drinking and gift exchanging ofc #discussing feelings? what feelings. gifts given. enough said.#no more lonely stressed out christmas travis #only somewhat tolerable and I-can-live-with-this type of christmas travis

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shenashygans · 14 days

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THE SUNDAY CURRENTLY -46-

ahhh Sunday. it's the end of the long EID holiday here in the UAE. 9 days of bliss~ and the jowa is /forcing/ me to do TSC. lol. so here's another TSC from yours truly~

CURRENTLY

Reading

the house of hades lol. since I've been using the ipad so much, i don't bring my kindle at work anymore. so I'm on a reading slump(?) again. haha

Writing

TSC 46. kasi accdg to the jowa, "kanina ka pa gising, pero wala pa TSC" hahahaha my numbah wan reader :))

Listening

to the love of my life cook... i can hear her frying fish lol

Thinking

of where to go later? hmm. we've been searching for lots of places to go and eat. hehe. it's the loml's birthday month din kasi. it's nice to celebrate it the whole month, but it's magastos. hahaha. but, money is not an issue... time is. thinking of going back to reality tomorrow hayst. less bebe time nanaman hahahuhu

Smelling

vape & fried fish

Wishing

to have a long rest today because it's back to work again tomorrow. i wish to find inner peace on Monday, too lol

Hoping

we could bond a little bit more. hoping we still have spontaneous dates here and there. hoping that our petty fights will stay petty. hoping that I don't get pikon when we're both sore losers lolol

Wearing

my pambahay :3

Wanting

still another piercing, kahit ang hirap mag-sleep sa gabi. and a new tattoo~ hahaha tagal ko na gusto un eh. and peace of mind. lolol

Needing

to get up na and eat breakfast/lunch/brunch na with the loml. but I'm still making this, so maya na. i need more piercings and tattoo~ just putting it out there. lol

Loving

our days of holiday (kahit may pasok naman ako sa iba lol) we get to spwnd time together. kahit dito sa bahay. tapos bonding din with ze housemates. bingo galore. and loving the fact we can still do firsts together. first time to get pierced together. it's a painful experience pero ang saya lol. we watched our first concert together. it's a party concert lol. first time na'min sa coca-cola arena. first time golden circle. first time just having fun inside an arena. i love it that we're trying different restos for the first time din. nando's' hummus and pulled chicken is the best! super sarap hahaha to more firsts soon~

Feeling

cold. kasi nakabukas ung ac. feeling sleepy din kasi lagi na kami late matulog hahaha i kenat sleep again kasi magsisimba na kami later. feel ko puyat padin ako later. ugh. gusto ko na matulog maagaaaaaa

Manifesting

STABLE JOBS (FOR US). FINANCIAL ABUNDANCE. GOOD HEALTH (FOR FAMILY & FRIENDS). HAPPY LOVE & SEX LIFE ✨ (uulit-ulitin ko ‘to) HAPPY MARRIED LIFE 💜

-- Happy Sunday and Eid Mubarak! 🌙

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manybcdthings · 2 months

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CHARACTER UPDATES: CHAPTER 4

HUNTER CROSS - Thunder River

Focused on making sure Mason and Tyr is okay, refusing to admit his own emotions obviously.

Is heavily involved in formulating a plan of escape and later joins the group that makes a run for it.

Will be willing to do anything shady or defiant while in the camp, possibly starting up a gambling thing so people can win or lose supplies.

Thread Ideas: Gambling, loss/win of supplies. Fighting. Solitary or getting cuffed to someone he doesn't like. General plotting of escape. Muse level: Med-High

ETHAN JONES - Hollow Cove

He's once again stressed because of everything LOL

He gets JJ onto the first supply run that's sent out.

Is trying to help Everett navigate the return of Maren as well, while keeping everything afloat while Teddy is missing.

He will be against the revision of a three day grace period, simply because he understands the complexities that can happen out on the road and thinks it risks further supplies or risk to higher numbers.

Thread Ideas: Suspicions of being a little underhanded with his position on council to get Jackson on the first search. Push back of him not wanting to change the grace period. General stress threads too. Muse Level: Med-High

JACOB MARSHALL - Hollow Cove

Will be willing to help the Jones' pack join searches etc for Teddy

Doesn't particularly have opinions about the grace period

Is focused on working through the town and searching for his brother.

Thread Ideas: A search party thread where something happens, or after it's happened. Maybe a clue is found on a run that brings him closer to his brother. Injury, general chaos is kind of funny for him. Muse Level: Low-Med

GABRIEL RAMOS - Hollow Cove

Is still searching for Amaris and Cece whenever he gets the chance.

Starts helping the Jones' look for Teddy, could potentially get more sidetracked helping Charlie.

Will be helping with work around the town but is usually quiet and brooding I should stop writing characters like him.

Thread Ideas: Runs, working, and general formulating plans threads. Muse Level: Low-Med

CAS GRIMM - Hollow Cove

Will be working closely with the Vissers as always

Isn't at all willing to go on search parties for Thorin and Egil.

Still grumpy about Esje and Loki.

Thread ideas: Could potentially sabotage a run that Loki goes on, not the first one but another, he's petty enough. Is sent on a search for Thorin and Egil lol. Muse Level: Low-Med

ALEX DABROWSKI - Hollow Cove

Has no desire to search for Dominic

Will mainly be working around town and avoiding his own pack.

Thread Ideas: I haven't written him so I couldn't possibly say what would work. I think throwing him into some action is a good idea. Rose threads should happen with some angst for sure. Muse Level: Low-Med

FELIX RANSTROM - Hollow Cove

Has a lot going on that's plot specific sorry but it'll be on the dash.

Is generally hands on around the town.

Thread Ideas: Either making unexpected friends or even enemies works for him every time. Specifically, if he makes friends or an enemy with a high position through the town this could be something used later. Muse: High despite me writing nothing here that helps HAHAHA wow ok onto the next

RUBEN GRAY - Hollow Cove

Is no longer with the Vissers and will be trying to get into the Vaisman good graces, but with Kenzie gone it's difficult for him to be promised a place in the pack again.

He's befriending the Murphy's during this time period but offering help to search for Allie and Kenzie, while also continuing searches for his brother.

Thread Ideas: I think this will mostly be Visser, Vaisman and Murphy threads that make the most sense for him right now. Muse Level: Low-Med

HATI JANSEN - Hollow Cove

Obviously he loves his brothers so will be joining whatever he can to search for them.

Is not that interested in the goings on in Hollow Cove and will always follow Roan and Rineike's lead

Thread Ideas: Being put on a shift with someone would be hilarious but potential to turn nasty at any second. Searches and runs too work for him well. Pretty much anything goes. Muse Level: Med-High

MARLEY CARTER - Hollow Cove

Is kind of a reluctant team player in the town, doesn't get involved in the politics either.

Is focused on ensuring Maren is okay and slowly getting to grips with the fact they're staying with the Jones' and getting to know everyone.

Is generally talkative even if it's a one sided conversation and he talks his own opinions for hours.

Thread Ideas: Shift threads, easily argumentative ones too. Maybe surprising people that he's pretty resourceful and useful on a run or a search. Muse Level: Med-High

GUNNAR ALFSSON - Hollow Cove

Will be mainly helping his brother and Skadi find any kind of clues for their children, but it's a difficult situation as no one is a hundred percent sure they're alive.

Will be mainly working with the Vissers and for their vision with little to no interest in the rest of the town.

Thread Ideas: Similar to Cas but Gunnar is nicer and probably easier to thread with. Has the potential to be a little edgy. But anything goes for him much like Hati. Muse Level: Med-High

VALI 'JINX' NIELSEN - Thunder River

Will be willing to help formulate an escape from the camp, he's easy to talk to and can make friends well.

But also he's annoying so can easily make enemies as well.

Thread Ideas: Getting into a bit of a scrap, or causing a commotion by accident that alerts guards etc. Maybe he finds a good bit of intel from one of the soldiers that no one listens to at first until he's proved right. Anything goes with Vali too. Muse Level: Med-High

COLE FOSTER - TRAVELING

Has plot specific situations on the dash

NICHOLAS WINSLOW - Hollow Cove

Also will have plot specific situations on the dash

He's mainly focused on the things happening within the Belcourt coven but he's easy to interact with.

Will be for the revision of the 3 day grace period just because he's nice lol

Thread Ideas: Honestly, I can't come up with any that are outside of Belcourt interactions at this time but I'd be down for anything and he's easy to talk to. Muse Level: Med-High

MARULF CARHILDR - Hollow Cove

This man does NOTHING. He doesn't even think about anything other than his own world he lives in

Thread Ideas: Talking a bunch of bullshit, annoying people, being forced to work but ultimately talking his way out of it. Muse Level: Med-High

SILAS DEMPSEY - Traveling

Has plot specific situations on the dash

CRUZ MEDINA - HOLLOW COVE

This guy is an asshole that can easily appear as the best guy around so there's lots of potential.

Doesn't really give a shit about the happenings in the town, or people missing. He's more focused on finding more of his own pack

But he will be working HARD and helping ANYONE

Thread Ideas: Lots to be done with him, definitely if there's a situation that usually he'd resolve by punching someone in the face, but can't, and maybe we can plot out a sinister revenge story too. Excited to write him doing anything. Muse Level: High

#chapter 4; character happenings

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minastras · 1 year

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also BARE WITH ME hjdskahsdjak im finally here to leave my thoughts on a match made in heaven jake sim's brain and MINA!!!!

the way jake has been trying to match yn FOR THE LONGEST and been telling heeseung about yn too T_T where is my best friend jake to do that for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee for jayhoon tbh? LOL

About him being “your dream man”, which made you mime throwing up every time Jake said it.

the way i wanted to punch jake myself dhsjakdhsajk he is so funny!!!

The fridge door abruptly slammed shut. “Jin, they said no,” the fridge guy said firmly, subtly positioning himself between you and Hyeongjin.

THIS RIGHT HERE! S T A N D A R D tyvm and the way i cackled at "fridge guy" HAHAHAHAHA

“Oh, in that case, hi. I’m Heeseung. You must be Y/N.”

the way they met and fridge guy is heeseung :3 PRECIOUS

and then heeseung understanding how yn was uncomfortable from the party after that hyeongjin smh AND THEY WERE A MATCH MADE BY JAKE ANYWAYS, went out for a ride and to the diner T_T

and then jake calling later "I LOVE YN" duuuuuude hahahaha the way i can see him panic irl like that and run through the entire house looking yn.

“I barely know what they look like because you show me the shittiest pictures of them. How am I supposed to help you?” Heeseung countered. So it wasn’t just you, then.

THE PETTINESS HEESEUNG DID HAHAHA I LAUGHED SO HARD LIKE WELL DESERVED, JAKE LMFAO

And the rest of where they continued hanging out T_T heeseung being a gentleman he is, apologizing each time he mentioned the overshares jake did LOL too cute like <3 we love that jake just love his two favorites and wants them together. i cry!!!

He looked up at you with a boyish grin. “Stargazing. Come join me.”

the way i screamed because stargazing A+

“Hello,” he said playfully.

You giggled. “Hi.”

SO. FUCKING. CUTE. Again, i melted.

you're so good at making a situation cute, silly, a bit worrisome for jake lol BUT still good and cute and i T_T i cant wait to read more!

AHHHH TY TY TY FOR WRITING ALL OF THIS !!! this was the first time i posted my writing publicly and your words mean sm to me <333

\i will let u in on a lil secret .. i have a sunghoon + best friend heeseung fic AND a jake + best friend sunghoon fic in the works. can u tell i have a problem (i didn't even realise it until now LMAO but i'm gonna give jay his own fic probably)

FRIDGE GUY YES bc this is exactly the way my inner monologue labels ppl when idk their names

jake is so well-meaning and earnest but let's be fr men do not know how to choose good pictures!!!! also like bro u're so close to both hee and y/n just bring one of them along with u for lunch one day or sth why must they meet at a PARTY !

in my mind y/n knows some embarrassing stuff abt hee too but they're a bit more self-aware than he is aalsjdnalj

AGAIN tysm for your kind words my heart is rly so full rn !!!

#mailbox <3 #genie!#long post #f: ammijsb

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evelynhug0 · 1 year

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my thoughts (live blogging) to this great chapter of an amazing TSHOEH fanfic

the two of them have the time of their lives. – yes they deserve it. i already want to cry. for no reason. i just want them to be happy but we all know what is going to happen i swear this story will give me a heart attack one day. how did i even survive reading the book. it fucked me up forever.

awww my wasted babies… well actually only one of them is really wasted lol.

sleepyhead awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww my babies!!!!!!!! now kiss!!!!!!

“Or the most beautiful girl on earth” I smiled, bright and proud, reaching out for her. – am i smiling like an idiot, blushing, covering my face with one hand because i cannot handle it? yes i totally am. oh my god this is so beautiful i am going to cry oh nooo i am really going to cry. great. my eyes are filled with tears after reading 10 sentences

(and we all know what wiped her out lmao if you know you know)

YES KISS!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! I AM TOO EXCITED TO READ!!! AAAAAAAAAAH!!!! I NEED VODKA

fuck

how am i gonna survive this. i am not stable enough emotionally

celia and evelyn living together would have been so cute aaaaah (at a young age i mean)

but then again evelyn would have probably turned every room into a mess on a daily basis hahaha

I stayed the whole day and night at her place – ah yes i love that. that’s so romantic and cute ah. i love this girlfriend content so much! i love them!!!

On my way out, I almost forgot my Oscar on her couch. She brought it back to me. – lmao i am laughing. who thinks about an oscar when you have EVELYN FCKING HUGO around you???

she smirked, amused and proud that I would forget the whole world around her. – hahaha yes exactly!!! aww my cute babies!!! i love you!!! so much!!!! aaaaaaaaaah!!!

I kissed her hard and promised her I would call later. – oh my god bro i need vodka and i also need to open my windows because the thought of that kiss makes my face look like a tomato omggggggggg

i love this chapter already so much. i feel like i am there with them. feeling all the vibes & love aaaaaah!!! i can really feel everything! and it’s exciting and beautiful and it makes me hopeful (idk for what but yeah idc)

that I had ditched the after-party to have a romantic escapade - or worse, a sinful one-night stand - with Harry Cameron. – sorry but i am laughing so hard! Roger you are a bit dumb but I cannot really blame you! omg this is too funny hahahaha oh boy poor Celia. A SINFUL ONE NIGHT STAND WITH HARRY CAMERON I AM SCREAMING!! SINFUL… ROGER HOW OLD ARE YOU? OK IT’S THE 50s i get it (ah no probably the 60s already)

I found myself laughing at the mere idea of it and that pissed him even more so I did my best to get a grip on myself and reassured him that nothing scandalous happened. – at least not between a very gay celia and a very gay harry hehehe oh Roger, if only you knew

I regretted nothing. – good girl

For a moment I thought it was Evelyn but I was wrong. Shirley’s chirpy voice greeted me on the other side. – oh no I wanted it to be Evelyn too Shirley pls call later ok

“No, of course, I haven’t, Shirley. I would never” I comforted her, sitting down on the floor. “I was just…celebrating.” – I would never is such an Evelyn thing to say tho. yeah… “celebrating” by going down on Evelyn (which is a good way to celebrate i think)

“Too many parties, Oscar winner?” – oscar winner is also such an Evelyn thing to say lol

Shirley was my best friend and a lesbian – good combo

“I met a girl, Sheer. I was with her.” – GOALS

We ended things because we understood we couldn’t be together, too similar to each other and too far, me leaving for Los Angeles and embarking on the movie industry adventure…but feelings are tricky, and sometimes mind and heart have different paces to deal with things. – AWWWW but yeah it is sadly ‘normal’ to feel this way i guess. i know the feeling too :(

I told her how incredibly happy I was with her, how she knew how to bring out the best in me and I hoped it would be the same for her. I didn’t believe it was possible to love someone the way we loved each other, almost as if we all were put on earth to find other people, and I was put here to find her and she me. I told her that I could no longer imagine my life without her. – i cannot handle this. my brain is !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!¨ nonstop… i really want to feel like this one day too. i really wish i had this kind of love.. ugh i wanna cry

“It’s not surprising that someone would love you,” she said. “But I’m glad you two found each other.” – wow this made me emotional. and it makes me hope that one day someone will finally love me… just like evelyn and celia loved each other great i am making myself cry with this

I NEED A BREAK WOW

too many different emotions, too much to handle right now haha

am i ready to continue.. no. will i do it anyway? yes!

she said, “I’ll miss you but we’ll have all the time in the world when you come back.” – PLEASE DON’T DO THAT TO ME OKAY???? OKAY??? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH MY LEGS ARE SHAKING (MAYBE IT IS THE VODKA IDK)

DON’T DO THAT TO ME MY HEART IS RACING

to distract myself from crying i will now imagine roger being mad af because he thinks that celia and harry had like sex for 2 days straight lol (straight is the wrong word anyway here)

She was helping me fold my shirts, stealing kisses now and then – awww evelyn being cute is one of my fav things!!!! we love a cuddly and soft evelyn don’t we

yes we do

“Wanna learn French, love? I can help, if you wish – real french or french in bed? lmao i am the worst

Cece – i love this damn

I liked when she called me Cece, the pet name she picked for me. It was a shortening of my real name ‘Cecelia’, the one I rarely used after I changed my name to ‘Celia’. Evelyn once told me that she loved them both but that she found herself repeating and savoring the sound of my real name far too often than she would like to admit. I would smile so brightly whenever she called me ‘Cece’ because nobody had ever called me like that before. It was Evelyn’s way to call me, her way to say: for the rest of the world you might be Celia St. James, to me you are Cece, Cece Jamison, and I love you just the way you are. – STOP!!!! STOP STOP STOP STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING I CANNOT HANDLE THIS!!!!!!!!!! I CANNOT HANDLE THIS!!! AH DAMN I LOVE THEM SO MUCH IT’S UNHEALTHY! I DON’T EVEN HAVE WORDS!!!!

i love their love and i love how much they love each other and how soft evelyn is with celia aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah this is so gay i love it

I must admit: it stung at first. Harry came first once again…for once since we were lovers, I wanted to be the first person she would discuss her plans with. – i totally get that. she should have to CECE about it earlier

Nouvelle Vague Evelyn… me gusta hahaha also i wish that movie with her was real, even the thought of it has me almost drooling… ok this is bad i am a bad bi ugh

(i love how everyone wishes to see her boobs in the film but the only one who truly sees all of it is CELIA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH in your face gross men)

“what’s the City of Love without your sweetheart holding hands with you and kissing you by the Eiffel Tower? Questions, dearest Cece, questions…” – BRO! can i receive a card like this too? i would probably not survive it tho

She also wrote me a few letters, asking about me and sharing updates about her meeting with this or that producer. Some letters were awfully romantic, like the one that recited: — dear lord, i need that vodka now

“What can I say? I was right and I stand for my words” she said, taking my hand into hers and placing a kiss on my wrist. – bro… just straight up kill me okay? dear lord how can i handle this… i’m almost out of vodka

I never let her letters go unanswered, sending back passionate replies, pouring all my affection into each word. – i bet you did, cece!

The truth, Cece, the whole truth – this has lowkey mafia boss vibes and i am here for it

Max Girard is and will always be a highly questionable and rather disgusting man to me – hahahahahahahaha i am laughing out loud i love this. the ‘rather’ should be ‘extremely’ instead because he is a filthy gross ass dog

she flourished, blossoming like a beautiful flower. Never before she had looked so free, so wild and sensual as she did playing the role of that American tourist who stumbled into two petty thieves and embarked on a trip in the mountains with them. – Well, I wish I could watch this movie… And Celia sounds a tiny bit horny here haha i am here for it tho, i mean i totally get that. and she’s lucky… that wild and sensual woman is her GIRLFRIEND AAAAAAAAAAh

She teased the viewer, she played them like a fiddle but with a grace out of this world. – not only in movies lol

I don’t think it’s absurd to claim that Evelyn Hugo was truly born in that moment. She emerged from the French lake water like a nymph, like Venus on the shore of the Greek sea. – damn this is poetic. this chapter is so good! wow! so many feelings!!! where is my vodka

this is so gay i love it

I drove home to her barely containing my excitement. – hahahahahahaha

She was so different from the girl I admired on screen earlier and I loved the dissonance. The wild and sensual Evelyn Hugo everybody fell for wasn’t necessarily a lie, she was like that too, but I have always liked seeing the other side of her true self, when she let her guard down and let me look at her. At Evelyn Herrera. – great, every single word makes me go !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! even more than the word before. sweet jesus. how can i survive this. oh lord, help me. this is so beautiful and gay i cannot handle it. help me good god (i sound very religious lmao)

I pulled her closer and wrapped my arms around her waist. —- now kiss!!! (and more…hehe)

“Hold on, you’re not saying that just because of the lake scene, are you?” – oh evelyn!!!

“Even if that scene wasn’t bad at all. It gave me an idea or two…” – not me swallowing hard and blushing and now opening my window again sweet jesus

I made to kiss her again but she broke our embrace and parted from me. She loved to deny herself to you at times only to make you desire her even more. – ummm evelyn hello??? i was expecting something now ugh

“The slowing down and cutting just at the right time…it was all my idea,” she said, giving me her back, swaying. “Oh,” I said, crossing my arms, my eyes never leaving her. “You are such a tease, Evelyn.” – sweet jesus i cannot breathe

She looked at me over her shoulder, before facing me again. She raised an eyebrow at me, playful and flirtatious. – i am blushing please make this stop aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah oh god this is so good and this is so evelyn!!! this is perfection and it makes me wanna open every single window in my apartment as it is a bit hot in here oh god I CAN SEE HER FACE RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AS IF I WAS WATCHING A MOVIE OH MY GOD

“I thought you liked a little tease, Cece.” – NOOOOOOOOOOOO OH MY GOD!!!! NO EVELYN DON’T DO THAT TO ME OH MY GOD!!! how can celia survive this? how did she not just jump on evelyn in that moment because that is probably what i would have done oh god i should shut up. i love how she says this as if she had done this only for celia that is so hot and so good!!

I laughed softly as she started unbuttoning her shirt and flashed me a sultry smile, beckoning me over. – oh god. i need church. i need church. and i am out of vodka. also why does it stop here? we cannot leave everything to our imagination hellO?????????

yeah stab me with that last sentence

#fanfic #fanfiction #tshoeh

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HOWDY!! how are u doing?? Its that person who asked if you would write something for that deku imagine that @candy-hime wrote, about you and deku forced to live together and you corrupting him it could be you or reader but I just love that concept of corrupted! Deku 😩🙏🏾💕💕

Thank you, have a nice day/night!! 😪💜

OH HI HAHAHA MASSIVE BET, I think I’ll do a little bit of both. This will probably be a little self indulgent but I’ll still put it as an “x reader”!

Tw:noncon, misogyny, the reader is a bitch, vouyerism

It was a dare by your friends to live with Izuku Midorkya for a month if you really could handle any type of man.

You’ve dealt with Hawks’ cocky nature, Shoto’s bland comebacks, Bakugo’s constant state of rage- you’ve done it all. Any type of scummy or tiring man a girl has to date you’ve seen in all of these men. They’re practically walking red flags.

Until you’re forced to room with Deku for a whole freaking month.

You just don’t get him! Why is he always so cheery? What the fuck is he smiling about? And who the hell is he baking for? There’s only two of you in the house, it’s not like you’re his girlfriend or anything.

You don’t buy it. There has to be some kind of catch to all this facade of a gentleman.

“Hey, Y/N?” He knocks on your ajar door and peeks his cute little face in. “Did you have dinner yet? I was gonna eat but then I thought I’d have some ramen with you-“

“Did I say you could enter?” You slowly lift your head up from your laptop and glare at him. “Are you some kind of pervert? What if I was changing?”

“N-no! I’m so sorry, I should’ve let you answer first, I just wanted to see if you were hungry-“

“God, what are you, my dad? Is that what you want? For me to call you Daddy?” Sneering, you jump up from your bed and stall towards the door.

Deku stumbles over his feet to retreat after seeing the look on your face. “No! Not at all, what? Come on, I didn’t mean any harm-“

“Yeah? Then knock before you enter closet perv.” And with that, you slam the door mere inches away from his startled face as hard as you can, uncaring if the low this on the other side of the wood was his connection to it swinging shut.

“What a fucking brown-noser,” you mutter loud enough for him to hear.

It’s odd how long you wait behind the door before you can hear his footsteps retreat.

A week later you decide to amp it up a notch. There’s no way he’s so fucking green, there’s gotta be some twisted thing inside him that makes him tick.

And so on the day of his turn to do laundry, you decide to dump your fanciest and sluttiest undergarments into the laundry basket.

He’s in some dorky apron when you catch him kneeling over the bag, ruffling through clothes and spraying them with detergent like the good little boy he is.

You perch on the couch behind the laundry room and wait. He doesn’t hear a thing with his headphones blasting some stupid happy-go-lucky songs in his ears.

Eventually he pulls out your lace g-string, and stares at the crumpled mass in confusion. He unravels the lace and stares at it for a good minute or two in surprise you think.

But nonetheless, like the chivalrous man he is, he shakes his head and slaps his reddening cheeks to get over the shock before reaching for the spray.

This was your cue.

You make sure to sound out of breath and extra irritated when you flounce over to his kneeling form and snatch the garment out of his hands.

He jumps a bit and takes his headphones off when he sees your hand descending.

“Oh, it’s just you. You scared me for a sec’ there,” he laughs sheepishly and rubs his neck. “I was just doing the laundry, sorry if that looked weird.”

“Looked weird? You’re fucking disgusting, Dick-u. I’ve been looking for these for days now, and where do I find them? In your grubby little hands.”

His jaw drops open.

“Huh? No, you’ve got it all wrong! It was in the basket, I swear! You must have misplaced it by accident or something.”

“Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar? You think I’m crazy or something? Im not the one sniffing girls’ panties!”

He frantically waves his hands to negate your accusation but you merely spit on the floor next to him.

“Don’t touch my shit again you fucking freak. Go buy a pocket pussy or something since you can’t keep it in your pants.”

At this, he pinches his eyebrows together and starts getting up.

“Hold on, what’re you being so aggressive for? I told you, they were just in here, I’m not that kind of guy.”

He steps towards but you don’t back down. Rather, you jab a finger in his toned chest and bring yourself face-to-face with him.

“Dont fucking walk up to me like that you douche. You’re the one in the wrong here, so I wouldn’t be so aggressive, like you said. Come at me like that again and I’ll fuck you up.”

With the lace in hand, you barely contain your smirk as you storm back into your room, relishing in how Izuku stands like a statue in the same place as you left him, his hands curiously curling into fists and his nostrils inflated.

But behind the safety of your door, he doesn’t continue any shenanigans.

He stays relatively quiet and out of sight for a couple of days, and you start to get bored again.

So this time, you put all your cards on the table and do a double whammy.

One night you call Katsuki, a fuck buddy of yours for a while and use him to help you get off.

You’re not really horny, but the blond side does have a way of getting you there. Luckily, your room is right next to Deku’s so your plan is executed to the best extent.

“Katsuki, oh Katsuki, please. Fuck, fuck yeah, ‘wanna hear you cum for me baby, I want you to bruise my cervix,” you babble loudly as you shove two fingers in your pussy and use your thumb to press on your clit.

“Yeah, you fucking whore, you like that? You like knowing that a shitty nerd like him’s prolly getting off to you calling my name like a slut? I bet you do, keep fucking yourself to my voice, do it otherwise I’ll bruise your ass black and blue when this month’s over.”

“Kat-Katsuki please fuck meeee dadddyyyyy oh fuck-Kacchan!” You cry out and cum violently around squelching fingers.

You put the phone down for a moment to catch your breath, but hear nothing from the other room.

Your face falls as Bakugo rambles on the other end. You hang up with him mid-sentence and remove your fingers from your legs, licking it off absentmindedly and thinking of your next move.

The next morning, you don the tiniest pairs of shorts you have in your closet that accentuates the shape of your ass and the skimpiest bra you can find that shows a peek of the top of your nipples.

You tie your hair up and amble out into the kitchen where he already is, reading something on his his phone and sipping form a black mug.

He barely darts his eyes and lifts the corners of his mouth in a hesitant greeting when he sees what you’re wearing.

He chokes on his drink and does a massive double take, juice spilling from his open mouth.

You raise an eyebrow and smooth your baby hairs, rolling your eyes and walking behind him to grab your own cup.

“See something you like?” Water trickling is the only sound in the room apart from your quip.

“Uh, n-no. Just swallowed wrong I guess.”

“Wonder why,” you drawl with a bored voice and edge closer to his back.

He’s hunched over, mindlessly scrolling too-fast on his phone to be deemed as actually reading anything. You recognize this form of coping from people like yourself who try to find distractions at parties where you don’t know people, just flipping through tabs to look like you’re actually doing something.

As you walk around him again, you make sure to train your eyes on his own, hounding he out for the moment he slips.

And slip he does, but only after you pretend to stretch and lift your self on your tippy toes in front of him, your shorts hiking up to show some cheek.

It’s only for a moment, but while the cup is against his mouth and his phone in his hand, his eyes dart to the exposed skin, then back up to your triumphant eyes.

“I knew it.”

He sighs and puts his cup down. “Knew what?”

“That you were a sick little virgin who gets off on staring at girls.”

“Y/N, I wasn’t-“

“I also know,” you raise your voice above his and slowly walk over to the table on the other side across from him, leaning forward and making sure that your tits squish together as you drop them on the countertop, “that last night you were totally listening to me on the phone with Bakugo. I heard your grunts and disgusting fapping noises. You don’t have to make it so obvious that you don’t get any.”

And this time, regardless of his indignation and frustration, he can’t stop himself from watching your hands trail up the sides of your bra and slowly drag the material down, down, down until your perfect breasts spill out and embrace the cold granite.

You honestly have no idea if he jacked off to last night’s call or not, but he doesn’t seem to be denying anything.

His mouth opens the widest you’ve even seen it. His face is beet red, and he visibly starts to perspire.

Your hands mold the soft skin and squeeze until your nipples swell and peek out from between your ruthless fingers, but you still look as bored and slightly curious as ever.

“This is all you’re ever gonna get, you sad incel. Take a good long look at them since I know this is what you’ve been wanting this entire time now.”

His mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.

When he groans and starts to bring his down down between his legs, you strike.

“I guess I really was right. You’re not some nice guy, it was all a facade. Can’t wait to tell everyone how fucked in the head you are.” His vision starts to clear as you sneer at him again and start packing your tits back where they belong.

As you turn around, you call out over your shoulder, “Oh, and by the way? You whimper like a little bitch.”

It’s silent as you walk with your head held high back to your room, sure that you had broken him and that he was going to take his loss with his own held low.

You don’t really expect to hear the thunderous sounds of someone dragging their chair away and positively sprinting towards you.

You turn halfway and your eyes widen as you see him barreling towards you with the most terrifying expression you’ve ever seen on him.

“What the fu-“

But you don’t get a chance to finish your exclamation, because Deku body slams you onto your bed and immediately seized your wrists above your head. You can feel his hard-on rub against your mound as he straddles your flailing body and keeps you pinned between his muscles calves.

“Get off of me, are you fucking crazy?” You scream and toss your head side to side, trying to arch your back to throw him off of you-which only succeeds in pressing your mound against his.

“You teasing slut. All I’ve done is try to play nice with you, but you just had to fucking push it, didn’t you?” He rages quietly, his arms shaking in effort not to snap your wrists in half. You still as his jaw clenches and trembles, his green hair hanging over his eyes that reflect nothing but malice and hate.

You’re scared. For the first time this entire month with him, you want him away from you and off of you.

“Look, I-I messed up, I know, I’m sorry-“

“-You’re sorry?” He laughs high pitched and you cringe when he thrusts his face towards yours, practically brushing noses and seeing his bloodshot crazed eyes.

“Yeah, you will be sorry. After today, you won’t ever fuck with me again. Or at least want to. I’ll do whatever the hell I want with you though since that’s what you’ve been so hellbent on achieving, right?”

His scarred hands waste no time in yanking down your bra the same way you did before, except much less gentler than you did by yourself.

“No, no, Deku please, I’m really sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You whimper and struggle again beneath him, which is promptly stopped with a loud squeal when he pinches your nipple.

“Shut up. Wanton bitches like you don’t get to beg for mercy.”

He smirks and lets his tongue flop onto your strained neck, slobbering like a dog all over you.

“This is what you wanted right? For me to put you in your place and fuck your needy hole? And you had the audacity to call me disgusting,” he laughs and draws back, mocking your wobbling lips.

“Oh, oh baby don’t cry,” he holds both your wrists in one hand and uses the other to caress your cheek, slapping it hard when you turn away from his touch. “You’re just gonna get what’s coming to you.”

He indicates what he means by grinding his hips against the front of your shorts, snickering as you whimper and dipping his fingers below the hem, teasing you cruelly.

“Whose whimpering like the bitch now, huh?”

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