#we all used the toilet and ate at a buffet!

[nokingsonlyfooles]

It follows you...

Yep. There it is. Bound to happen. This is still not as bad as Arizona - which, my followers should know, I fled due primarily to the concentration camps for tots, but this BS was ramping up as I got out and continued after I left. And, yes, the "children are identifying as kitty-cats" lie, baby-talk and all, has made its way here too.

Do you want to know why there's cat litter in some US classrooms, Canada? Because I know, and I'll tell ya.

It's so they can make an emergency bucket toilet in the event of a lockdown during a shooting. Children in the States go to school every day knowing they may die in any number of fun ways, and being shot is just one of them. To make them - and the rest of us - feel a bit better about that, ha-ha, we tried to make an absorbent material available for them to pee in while they're waiting for an active shooter to break down their door and kill them.

Now, you have much less of a gun problem, Canada, but that's a goal you can shoot for if you so desire! Ha-ha! I don't know what it is about the disintegration of American conservativism and the Republican party and democracy itself you find so attractive, but if you feel like you need that in your culture, you can have it! Your system has similar vulnerabilities to exploit! Adopt, adapt and improve!

We knew that, probably, we weren't going to find a safe place to land, just a relatively safer one. It's been good for me. I am finally getting healthcare - though it took a shitton of luck and perseverance. And I'm gonna need even more of it to keep fighting for a space for myself and others like me.

Canada, you are repairing the broken body of an anarchist who is willing to burn property and politicians to the ground to protect people. I don't want to show up to a protest and take attention away from others who need it by having a health emergency, so I'm relatively quiet right now. That will change (if my luck holds!). And, by god, you couldn't resist giving me a reason to get back out there, couldja?

Nobody is bothering to attack these "no gender or sexuality in school" liars on the basis of language. Which, inasmuch is they're trying to pen legislation, is the only way to go. If they get what they say they want, cis and het need to go in the trash right next to everything queer. That's... most of the curriculum. Everything referring to boys and girls, moms and dads, even the concept of children (where do children come from, again?). If nothing else, that should be rejected on the basis of how expensive it is.

But everyone in politics and the media seems willing to accept the comfortable fiction that cisgender isn't a gender and heterosexuality isn't a sexuality. It's implicit that we're only having a conversation about whether or not to teach the weird ones, but that is not what these people are saying. The protest signs and the rules and laws they write do not make exceptions. Well, that would look like discrimination! Because IT IS, motherfuckers.

I'm not ready to get out there and start making noise yet. I still got medication woes. Increasing the estrogen dented the amount of thyroid I'm able to absorb - as expected. I'm doing a little Flowers-for-Algernon and monitoring my symptoms so I can give the thyroid guy more information, probably I'll get back to him next week.

May I add that my hormone specialist does not deal with estrogen at all because, although it is a hormone, estrogen is gendered? I have to go to the lady doctor to manage my lady hormone, and then run back to the other guy for the rest of me. Conservatives, I would support a little less gender in society, if that was really what you wanted. I have a vested self-interest here.

Gotta make at least one more lap - gynecologist to endocrinologist and back - and then we'll see. Fingers crossed for a new angry NB in the new year! In the meantime, Godspeed to everyone out there trying to make a difference for the better.

#cbc news #canadian news #canadian politics #us politics #genders #queer rights #that ol' kitty litter lie #long post #🐸🧠 #sir i know furries i have shitted near furries and furries do not shit in litterboxes #dammit i've known CATS who refuse to shit in litter boxes #went camping with a bunch of furries and ended up staying in a backyard because the campground closed #we all used the toilet and ate at a buffet! #and lemme tell you there ended up being a lot of shit because we chose the buffet... poorly #never eat at a place called “terrible's”

[snowbaamgyu]

Hi, do you mind writing something about this?

Here it is! Sorry if it isn't that good, also I'm the worst with endings but I hope you like it after all.

A Freezing Burning Feeling

The final months of the year were the busiest in the kpop industry too, all idols having awards, presentations for Christmas or New Year's Eve, seasons greetings and much more, so it isn't a surprise that any of them get sick at some point, specially around those months where it's common for virus to be around.

TXT had to fly to Japan for their MAMA's presentation, all of them having a surprise for the fans there.

It was a busy schedule, and they were feeling tired from everything.

Before they headed to the airport Taehyun noticed the slight discomfort in his stomach after eating lunch, but he payed no attention to it, some sleep could fix it.

"Wanna watch a movie?" Kai offered, Taehyun accepted and it distracted him from his discomfort, they were heading to Japan so the flight didn't take that long.

When they arrived Taehyun felt so exhausted like that plane had taken all his energy to land, even tho he was sitting the whole time.

Some typical procedures at the airport later and they got to their hotel.

"Finally" sighed Beomgyu who was also tired, all of them agreed with him, wanting nothing more than taking a shower, put on some comfy clothes and sleep.

But of course before anything of that could happen Yeonjun said "Wait, let's eat dinner first, I heard there's a buffet tonight and it would be cool if all of us ate together" well, normally each one of them went to their rooms and ate something from room service alone, but this once, they decided it was a good idea. And it was, just Taehyun thought this was unnecessary because all he wanted to do was curl up in bed like a ball.

Halfway through the meal Taehyun's stomach decided it wasn't okay with what he was eating and started to feel queasy, slowly he stopped eating but it was too late, his stomach was now upset, gurgling and making weird noises that he wondered if the rest heard. Without wanting to draw any attention he slipped his hand under his shirt and started to rub it lightly.

"Are you alright?" Kai noticed after a while. Great.

"Yeah, just ate too fast maybe, my stomach is taking its time to process the food" it was more than that but Taehyun didn't want to make everyone concerned about him.

"Why don't you go to your room and rest then? It's kinda late anyway so we should probably go too" God bless Soobin. Without needing to be told twice, Taehyun stood up and wished everyone good night.

Taehyun was taking a much needed long hot shower, helping him relax and forget about his pain for a bit.

Tho at times he had to stifle some burps that tasted just like what he was eating, but in a disgusting way.

He put on his pajamas and turned on the TV, deciding to watch something in the mean time he got sleepy.

But he awoke not too much later, the lights off and the movie he had put on was already over and it automatically played the second part, but what was different was that he felt suffocated.

Everything was burning, it was hard to breathe and his stomach was cramping as if it was trying to squeeze itself.

Taehyun quickly took off the covers and drank some of the water he had left on the nightstand before he layed down.

But it wasn't enough, he was sweating, it was like he had a heater right beside him, and his whole body was hurting, his stomach specially.

He curled up more, embracing his middle as another cramp left him gasping for air, the cramps now turning into some nauseating feeling.

Not sure of what to do he went to the bathroom, not knowing how he made it but at least the cold tiles helped a bit.

His shirt was damp with sweat, and he was sure he was pale, he couldn't look too much to the mirror. Kneeling in front of the toilet, unsure of how long would it take to his very first meal there to re appear, but it was agonizing, and he didn't even have his phone with him at that moment, he could use some help but it's too late to move, with a shaky burp his stomach was finally expelling a its contents.

Taehyun was still trying to regulate his breathing when the second wave came up, much larger and thick than the first one, going through his nose too, he was left coughing and the third one was also the same.

It was like that for a while longer than he would've liked it to be, but for every time he heaved up some more sick, his stomach felt less heavy, though it was still hard to the touch, and was pretty much still vomiting, after a while it stopped. But Taehyun kept on rubbing it, the pain still there, and for the more pressure he applied, more burps kept on coming up and left him dry retching over the toilet. Too nauseous to move and being that exhausted, he finally fell asleep right there on the floor, he flushed the toilet and wiped his mouth, the cold tiles were somehow refreshing him from the burning sensation that made its way through all his body (or making it worse but he didn't care tho)

When Taehyun woke up, he noticed that the nausea had subsided so it was safe to move to his bed, the uncomfortable hot feeling was now replaced by all the contrary, if he fell like burning a while before now he felt like he was freezing.

As quickly as he could Taehyun made his way to his bed, seeking for warmth between the blankets. However, after an hour, his temperature changed again, and so, the cycle kept repeating.

It was a hell of a night, Taehyun had barely slept, not to mention his stomach was still in knots. By now the others must be awake, having breakfast and getting ready for their performance at night, Taehyun decided to call a manager and see what they could do.

"Hello, Taehyun-ssi, good morning"

"Hyung, I'm not feeling well, I had a rough night" Taehyun said with a tired sigh.

"What happened?" the manager was now concerned, if it was necessary they needed to cancel his performance and Kai had to do it alone.

"I don't know, before we got on the plane my stomach was feeling kinda off, I thought it was just the excitement or the nerves about all this, but after trying to sleep I threw up, a lot, and my body was either so hot or so cold and... I'm tired... but I still want to perform".

"Okay, I'll drop by your room with the medical staff, they'll give you something that hopefully will be enough to let you rest for a while and feel better to perform, but I want to let you know that if after that you're still not feeling good then there's nothing we can do, your health comes first, Taehyun-ah".

And Taehyun was aware of that, so when the medical staff arrived to his room and connected him to an IV of vitamins and supplements and a bunch of more stuff that were supposed to make him feel better, he fell asleep, finally relaxing. He didn't know it but all the members came by to check on him from time to time and then left for some individual schedules, Soobin was there when he woke up tho, almost five hours later since he fell asleep, confused about where he was until he remembered.

"Hey, how're you feeling?" Soobin's calm voice, it soothed any of the discomfort that was left —even if there wasn't anything left—.

"Definitely much better than last night" Taehyun yawned, rubbing the sleep off of his face, Soobin stood up when some room service arrived, he put the tray of food on his legs and opened the containers, it was soup, and some other light dishes for his stomach.

"Eat something, at least just a little bit, but have something in you aside from those fluids, if you're feeling completely better manager hyung said you are able to perform, but if you're still feeling bad then you're also able to rest, they have an statement prepared and all".

Okay, Taehyun now was hungry, so he ate slowly until his appetite got bigger and finished almost half of what Soobin had ordered for him, not wanting to risk getting his stomach upset again, and when an hour passed and his body wasn't trying to reject what he ate he told everyone he was perfectly fine to perform, and started getting ready, giving his all on that stage with the support of his members.

#tomorrow x together #txt #emeto tw #txt sickfic #sick!taehyun #kang taehyun #sickfic #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #choi yeonjun #hueningkai #request

[star55555]

can you make one where he is throwing up but he has to move to the toilet to use the bathroom and either ur hands he’s vomiting into or you hold a trash can andyou help him get it out both ends

   EMETO, BOTH ENDS, urination, AND OTHER TW’s included read at your own risk. 18+ only!

Reed and I had just gotten home from an all you can eat buffet and I couldn't wait to settle down and watch a movie. The first night of vacation was going so well and much needed. We rented this beautiful cozy cabin with a hot tub in the bathroom. The only thing that could make it better is if Reed was acting right. He seemed a bit off even before we went out to eat, but he still ate quite a few plates of food so I figured he was okay, but he's been quiet all day and it's staring to worry me. Pushing it aside I turn on the tv and got into my cozy short shorts and bra and Reed strips down to his boxers and we cuddled while watching our movie.

        I put my head on his lap and cuddled close. At first it was just small gurgles from his belly and the occasional belly rub. But about an hour into the movie he began to slowly rub circles in it and muffle burps onto the top of my head. The smell of multiple foods mixing was not a good sign so I decided to ask him.

"Reed, honey, are you okay?"

"Just a bit of a stomach ache." He said letting out a deep burp and groaning slightly after followed by hugging his stomach.

"Do you want me to rub it?" I say slithering my hand onto his belly.

"Please..." he says with a slight hiccup.

About 5 minutes into rubbing his increasingly angry belly he lifted his butt cheek up and let out a lengthy, smelly fart while groaning.

"Baby, that sounded wet. Are you okay?"

Reed just curled into a slight ball around my hand  on his belly, "I-I don't know it really hurts."

That's when I decide to sit up and pull him into me and gently massage his belly and run my fingers through his hair. He put his mouth into my shoulder and let out a series of deep burps that increasingly grew wetter by the moment.

"Oh, honey, are you okay? That didn't sound to good"

He groaned and grabbed my hand letting out a deep burp and a slight gag into it bringing up a single nacho chunk.

"Uh...oh.." he responded quickly sitting up over my lap, "I think I'm gonna puke... I'm sorry baby... I don't want this to be like the last time I was sick and vomited all over you."

"Reed, honey..." I said getting dangerously close to his mouth, "Empty your sick belly on me if you need, okay?"

He nodded gently and groaned, "Can you help me to the toilet though? This isn't our couch."

I help him stand trying not to jostle his already sick belly and help him to the toilet where he pulls down his boxers and sits on the toilet while I sit in front of him on a stool. He holds his belly and lets out a deep burp but nothing comes up. So I get closer to the point where his legs are on top of mine and he's half sitting on my lap and half on the toilet. He groans with tears peaking his eyes.

"Baby..." he groans and leans forward with his head on my chest and his butt over the toilet, "I'm gonna puke... I feel so sick." He grabs my hands and I cup them under his mouth as he begins burping. I watch as his belly convulses and the burps turn into a harsh gag bringing up a thin layer of saliva into my palms. His whole body jolts as he gags harshly and chunks pour into my hands. Emptying his stomach he begins to cry gently and grabs one of my hands and puts his toward his butt. I lean forward and he vomits down my back and I rub his backside as he strains. Understanding that it's probably painful I massage his bottom gently and soon I hear a large wet fart and he begins having diarrhea onto my hands. I continue to massage as I hear him lean forward. His belly touching my knees and I can feel it turning angrily. He lays his head on my shoulder so that his mouth is in the crook of my neck and he muffled a burp with a moan.

“I feel so… urp-“ he burps up a few chunks onto my neck and I feel them sliding down my chest, “sick…” He manages to continue.

“I know baby” I say gently and rub his ever so upset belly with one hand as I rub his bottom. I feel him strain and a large fart in erupts from his bottom, but he keeps straining struggling to poo. Almost like he’s constipated and having diarrhea at the same time. So as he straining I put my finger up and wiggle it around a bit. He groans and I take my finger out and he stands up slightly and has explosive diarrhea all over not just my hand, but my arm and back of the toilet. He groans as his belly rolls. He grabs my hand and massages his bottom as it’s coming out. I can tell my poor baby is sore. After a few minutes he seems to be done and his poor bottom is all red from sitting on the toilet for so long that I help him get into the bathtub and I run some water for him. While the water is warming up for a bath I wash my hands then begin to wipe off his sore bottom. As I’m wiping he groans and begins to burp and I grab the quickest trash can and hold it under his mouth. He hugs his belly making no attempt at holding it and gags over the trash, but it’s unproductive. I quickly set it down and finish cleaning his bottom.

That’s when he burps deeply and grabs onto my arm, “Gonna vomit…” I grab the trash, but he pushes it away. So I just quickly help him off the toilet and have him sit on my lap bare bottom not caring that he is double my size.

“Empty your sick belly on me baby. Wherever you want to.”

He nods carefully, “This hurts so much… whatever I ate at that restaurant isn’t agreeing with me.”

I rub his belly gently, “I don’t think it’s from the restaurant my love. I think you have a tummy bug.” I gently kiss his sweaty forehead and he’s burning up.

Tears run down his cheeks and he readjusts so he’s now sitting on me with his area hitting my belly and his legs wrapping around me on the floor. I can tell he’s sick because usually sitting like this would make his area large, but at the moment it’s all shriveled and just laying on my belly as his stomach above rumbles. He lets up a deep burp that moves his whole body and groans. Peeing slightly I quickly grab a piece of toilet paper and wipe his front area. He whispers a quick thank you before he puts his head into my chest and burps wetly. This time the burp brought up a thin layer of saliva that was dripping from his lower lip down my chest and belly. I could tell he was getting dangerously close to vomiting.

“Honey… urp…” he looks up to me with saliva dripping down his lips and burps wetly, “I-m sorry…”

“Baby, what are you sorry for?” I say cupping his head in my hands as he burps deeply again, “Your okay, empty your belly you will feel better.”

His head still in my hands he nodded quickly, “Okay…. Urp…” burping quickly turned to gags. Saliva pools off his lips and he opens his mouth and strains coughing harshly he gets closer to me so that his face is now directly next to mine and he whispers a quick, “Here it comes… it’s gonna be all over…” before he burps one last time and projectiles it all over my face and down my chest and onto his area. He barely catches a break before he gags and gushes of chunks make an appearance. Chunks of nachos, beef, pepperoni, chicken, and whatever he else he mixed in cover my entire body and his. He whispers a quick, “toilet” and I don’t know where I found the strength to lift my husband but I did and I managed to lift him onto the toilet just as he has explosive diahrea once again. I grab a trash can for him quickly and hold it under him, but he misses and chunks cover the entire floor.

When he catches a break he groans and grabs his area, “It hurts…” and I gently massage it. While he looks at me with pleading eyes, “I need to pee, but it hurts can you hold it while I pee?”

Of course I nod and angle it down gently as he begins to release his bladder groaning. He lets out a wet burp and empties his belly all over my hand as he urinates. Not having the strength to aim for the trash can. With my other hand I catch the remainder of the chunks that he burps up.

By now the tub is full and I help him into it. The warm water seems to soothe him, but not for long because he quickly leans over the tub and lets out a series of burps and vomits onto my lap. I cup his face and kiss his forehead as he continues to empty his belly. I have to walk out of the room for a moment to get him some water so I hand him the trash can when he finished that round of vomiting. I barely make a step out of the room before I hear loud gagging and splashes into the trash can.

“Honey!” He calls sickly and I ran back to find him vomiting into the water and that’s when I decided to get into the tub with him and help him onto my lap once again and help him empty his belly onto me. He was so cuddly and cuddled right onto me.

“Thank you for taking care of me…” he whispers gently followed by threatening burps

[oldguy56-world]

Never Say Never Again

Have you ever done something and once it is finished you swear you will never do that again? Full disclosure I do this every week after I finish my blog. I am retired and this is work! I absolutely promise this will be my last blog. (Who am I kidding? I am addicted)

As we go through life we all do things we regret. Sometimes immediately, and sometimes it takes a while to sink in. The road not taken. The road that was taken. Not taking a road at all. Hindsight is a bitch. We do not have the luxury of being George Bailey and seeing the what if part of our life. (This a pop culture reference. If you don't get it, I feel bad for you.)

My interns are fascinated to find out what I regret from my life and as they are an extension of my 10's of fans, I suspect you all want to know as well. Ready or not, here they come. (I had to use that phrase because Bon Jovi is playing in the background and they just sang the ready of not line from Livin' on a Prayer. Yes I am that simple and suggestible.)

Eating at an Indian buffet. That happened fourteen years ago and my butt hole is still sore. I should have asked why all the food was a bright red color before I ate any of it.

My sideburns from high school. At the time, it was a choice. Looking back and I realize the impact weed has on your judgment. (I do not regret the weed)

I promised I would never get drunk again after a hangover. I actually made this promise every Sunday for two years before I followed up on it.

I will never walk naked in front of a curtainless window again. This one was court ordered so I have no choice.

I will never wear honey based sunscreen again when I am going for a walk in the woods. Yogi is friendly but aggressive. Boo-Boo not so much.

Never will I ever run out of toilet paper again. I will not go into details, but we have lovely new towels now.

I will never watch another Sponge Bob movie again. What was I thinking in the first place? Spent good money for the two of us to have a nice nap.

I will never eat food that I cannot identify. Ever. Never. Whatever.

I will never help a Nigerian Prince out of a pickle again.

I promise to never do anything stupid again. Okay, maybe at least for today.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: Making the wrong decisions, and learning from them, is what helps build character.

[hopelesshawks]

Can I request a Compress x Reader? Babytrapping + Breeding?

Ohhh interesting, of course you can! I rarely write for the villains so this will be fun. You didn’t specify but because baby trapping I did fem!reader. I also just realized you might’ve meant reader baby trapping Compress but I wrote Compress baby trapping reader so I hope that’s what you wanted 😅

The following request contains dark content. Check the warnings before reading

Warnings for vomiting, pregnancy, manipulation, non-violent sexual assault (baby trapping), breeding kink, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), minor dumbification? (reader is very no thoughts, head empty during the smut), minor size kink, minor pain kink

Three years.

Three years together and yet you never would’ve guessed that your boyfriend is the notorious Mr. Compress of League of Villains infamy.

You first met Atsuhiro while working at a hole in the wall theater company. He came up to you after performing one night and had been so effortlessly charming that you’d instantly been put under his spell. He was more intelligent than all of your exes combined and could make you laugh like no one else could. It hadn’t taken long for you to fall totally and completely for the charming man you met that night.

But all of that came crashing down around you when he came home from a “business trip” with a prosthetic arm and no amount of half-assed excuses about an accident on stage could assuage your suspicions. He managed to dodge a confrontation with you for almost a week before you’d finally put the final pieces together and went to him to demand an explanation.

“You’re a terrorist Atsu!”

“That’s just what the heroes want you to think my love, don’t fall for their propaganda.”

“It’s not propaganda it’s just a fact! People have died because of your actions!”

“And how many more have suffered or died because of heroes and the society they created.”

“You’re deflecting. I have always indulged your rants about hero society but this is too far! The man I fell in love with would never stoop to this level!”

Atsuhiro crosses the room to you in two quick strides, cradling your face gently with his hand while you feel the cool metal of his other find your hip, fingers slipping under your shirt.

“I’m still the man you fell in love with (y/n), I can assure you of that,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

“How could that possibly be?”

“Let me show you.”

He pulls you into a gentle kiss, reassuring in its care. As his lips move against yours, gently coaxing them to open so he can deepen the kiss and slip his tongue inside, you struggle to maintain your earlier anger. It’s a distraction and you know it is but it’s hard to resist as he starts to move you both back towards your bedroom. He makes quick work of your clothes and by the time your back hits the plush of your mattress you’re both already naked. His mouth finally releases yours to travel down your body, leaving bruises in his wake as he marks you as his.

“Atsu, wait we should, ah-” you start but he quickly shushes you before licking a long stripe up your waiting sex.

“Just relax Angel, let me take care of you. Let your thoughts drift away,” he all but purrs.

You try to focus on the conversation you know the two of you need to have but it slips from your fingers like grains of sand as he brings one hand to your swollen clit and starts rubbing slow circles. Your hands tighten in the sheets as he draws a low, keening whine out of you. His hazel eyes dance with smug satisfaction as he watches you try and fail to form a coherent thought. He doesn’t let up the pressure on your clit for even a moment as he drops his mouth to your waiting cunt and plunges his tongue inside. Your hand flies down to his curly hair on impulse, tangling in the brown locks and gripping tight. Your nails scratch along his scalp and your tight grip tugs at the roots of his hair but he loves the pain of it, knows it’s a sign he’s doing well as he brings up his free hand to add two fingers inside you as well. After so long together he knows your body just as well as you do and it takes no time at all for him to find that one spot inside you that has you seeing stars. Your climax builds and builds until you finally crash through the peaks of your pleasure, walls fluttering around your lover’s tongue and fingers as he coaxes you through your orgasm.

You’ve barely had time to recover from your orgasm before you can feel his erection pressing at your entrance. “W-wait, Atsu, condom,” you pant, shifting in the bed to reach for the bedside drawer but Atsuhiro stops you. “We don’t need it baby, wanna feel closer to you,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along your face as he eases you back down to laying flat on the bed. “But what if-” “You’re on birth control right?” he cuts you off. “I mean yea but-” “Then it’ll be fine, you worry too much.”

Any further protests you might’ve had are immediately silenced as a snap of your boyfriend’s hips has the tip of his cock brushing your cervix. You gasp as your body attempts to adjust to his girth. “You’re taking me so well baby, isn’t this so much better? Feel how close we are. Nothing between us, just as it should be,” he coos and it does feel good, good enough that despite the voice in your head telling you you should be cautious, you only nod and beg for more. The grin Atsuhiro gives you is almost blinding right before he presses his lips to yours, kissing you greedily as he slowly withdraws his hard cock before pushing back inside you again. You whimper and whine into his mouth as he starts to pick up the pace, each thrust more brutal than the last. Eventually he leans back and away from you, shifting your hips so he can plunge himself in deeper, but with his lips no longer occupied with yours he’s free to let his thoughts spill out and into the room:

“Gonna fill you up so well, fuck, my beautiful Angel.”

“You and me forever baby, gonna look so good round with my kids.”

“Taking my cock so well, can’t wait until you’re full of my seed.”

The words wash over you but barely register. There’s no room in your brain left for anything else as Atsuhiro takes over every corner of it. Language becomes a foreign concept to you, barely able to articulate your own pleasure in more than the sinful sounds dripping from your lips, let alone trying to process your boyfriend’s ramblings. His thrusts start getting sloppier as he brings one hand between you both to stroke your clit and push you over the edge with him. “I’m so close angel, I’m so close. Cum with me. Want you to finish with me while I stuff you full of my cum,” he pants and all you can do is nod as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter. As you clench harder around him he goes toppling over the edge first, crying out your name as he spills his load inside you. You never would’ve anticipated enjoying it so much but it’s that feeling that sends you over the edge, falling apart around his cock as he finishes filling you with his cum.

He helps you come down from your high with sweet kisses and whispered words of encouragement, but as the haze of lust fades, you start to remember the fight you both were having before. As much as you would like for this to be the kind of thing you can just kiss and make up over, it’s not and you know it’s a conversation that needs to be finished. Looking at your boyfriend as he settles more comfortably on top of you though, you can’t bring yourself to ruin the moment. Sleep is weighing heavy on your eyelids anyway so you resolve yourself to bring it up the next day.

Except the next day ends the same way.

And the day after that.

And the day after that…

Every time you try to bring back up Atsuhiro’s secret double life as Mr. Compress he manages to distract you just long enough to get you back into bed. At first you tell yourself it’s not a big deal that the conversation’s been delayed a couple days, but then it turns into a week. A week of very hot sex, mind you, but if the existence of Atsuhiro’s double life was a red flag then certainly his insistence on avoiding discussing it is an even larger one. After two weeks you finally resolve yourself to talking to him the next morning over breakfast, no distractions and no avoiding the issue with sex. Cooking helps with your nerves, giving you something to do with your hands and a task to focus on to help you ignore your roiling stomach. You end up making almost an entire breakfast buffet by the time Atsuhiro emerges from your shared bedroom to join you in the kitchen.

He barely has time to tell you good morning before you’re rushing him to the table and setting plates full of food down. You know you have to tread carefully so you use the time you both spend eating to organize your thoughts. This time for sure you’ll talk to him. You finally open your mouth to confront Atsuhiro once and for all but as you feel bile start to crawl up your throat what comes out instead is “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

No sooner have you said the words are you shoving away from the table and rushing into the nearest bathroom. You get to the toilet just in time, fingers clutching the rim of the bowl as you violently eject the contents of your stomach into the water below. It burns your throat coming up and your eyes sting, but a warm, comforting presence is by your side in an instant, one hand coming up to rub your back gently as the other pulls your hair away from your face. Only once your stomach is thoroughly emptied does the heaving finally stop and you’re able to sit back and catch your breath. “Are you ok my love? What’s wrong?” Atsuhiro asks with gentle care as he pulls you close. You shake your head, unsure yourself of what had turned your stomach. Sure, you were nervous to talk to Atsuhiro but not that nervous. It can’t have been something you ate since all you’d had was the breakfast you made and you know everything was cooked properly. You rack your brain for an answer only to go rigid when you start to settle on one.

“Atsu what’s the date?”

“The 22nd baby, why?”

Your blood runs cold.

You’d been so preoccupied with figuring out things with Atsuhiro that you hadn’t even noticed how much time was slipping past but there’s no doubt about it. Your period is two weeks late.

“I think I need to go to the doctor,” you whisper. No way in hell you’ll leave this up to a drugstore test. There must be another explanation for your sudden nausea. Sure, you and Atsuhiro had pretty much abandoned condoms. Every time you started to reach for one, he’d remind you how good it felt not to use one the first time and convince you to forgo it again. But you’re on birth control! This isn’t supposed to be possible.

God bless him, Atsuhiro doesn’t press you any further on why exactly you want to go to the doctor instead of trying to find something at home to settle your stomach. He simply helps you off the floor and then grabs the keys to your car so he can drive you to the doctor himself. You’re incredibly grateful that he doesn’t seem to share your nerves. He’s a calming presence next to you as your anxiety kicks into overdrive.

You’d asked Atsuhiro to take a seat without you while you checked into the urgent care. You didn’t want him to hear you describe your symptoms to the nurse waiting there. The kind woman immediately suspects the same thing you do and leads you to the bathroom so you can pee in a cup. She’s sympathetic and reassuring as she tells you to return to the waiting room while the doctor runs the pregnancy test but it does little to soothe your frayed nerves. The air in the waiting room feels oppressive and when your name is finally called to go back and see the doctor, Atsuhiro’s hand in yours is probably the only thing that keeps you grounded. You take a seat on the examination table and instead of moving to sit down in one of the chairs in the room, Atsu stays by your side, whispering reassurances into your ear. “Whatever’s going on I’m here for you my love.”

The doctor strides into the room shortly afterwards, greeting you warmly even if somewhat absentmindedly as she moves to the computer to check for your details. She confirms your date of birth and then after scrolling for a bit her eyes finally land on the results of your test. She smiles and your heart sinks. “Well it looks like congratulations are in order, you’re pregnant!” she exclaims, beaming at you. A lump forms in your throat as tears threaten to fall, anxiety making your hands shake as the weight of the situation starts to crash down on you. The doctor misinterprets your reaction and as she leaves the room to get you pamphlets on what to expect and how best to take care of yourself during your pregnancy, her reassuring words that promise you’ll make a great mother are anything but.

As soon as the doctor leaves the room you break, tears cascading down your cheeks as your chest heaves. Atsuhiro pulls you into his embrace, letting you fall apart in his arms as you come to terms with the news. “I’m not ready to be a mom, I can’t do it on my own,” you cry, hands clenching onto his shirt. “I know my love, I know, but you’ll never be alone as long as you have me. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you,” he assures you, pulling you in even closer.

As you continue to cry into his chest, murmuring hiccuping thank you’s between heaving sobs, Atsuhiro can’t help but smile to himself.

He’ll have to remember to thank Dr. Garaki for the fake birth control pills later.

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[cassava-49]

Hiding

A six years old Felix hid underneath the buffet table, trying to avoid anymore of the party. He huffed as he leaned on one of the table's leg and began munching on the cookie he snatched. He began dusting the crumbs off him as he crept to the front and raised the table cloth just a little so that he could see what's happening.

Outside he could see his cousin, Adrien, with their bratty friend, Chloe, trying to find him. He couldn't help but giggle seeing that Chloe was concerned for him. But they're not really the reason to why he's hiding, he looked to the far left and found the Italian brat that had been clinging to him the entire night. He watched as she had teary eyes trying to find him. He turned to where Adrien and Chloe were and muttered an apology for leaving. If he could allow them to hide with him he would, but knowing that the two can't sit still without saying a word, they'd be caught without even trying. He then laid back only to bump into another body.

He rubbed his head to find a little girl with short dark blue hair, copying his action. "What are you doing here?" the girl asked in a soft annoyed voice, so not to get caught. He glared at the girl and whisper shouted at her, "That's my line!" She huffed, placing her hands on her waist. "But this is my hiding place," she stated her claim.

Felix mimicked the girl's action to intimidate her. "Yeah, but I don't see anything here that says this is your spot," he snarkly replied. "This is my parents' buffet table, so this is my spot," she defended herself. He huffed and replied, "Well, my parents payed for the food, so this is my hiding spot, too." The little girl scoffed and said, "Your parents didn't pay for the food, the Bourgeoises did, I know because that brat Chloe came by."

This made the two huff as they folded their arms together, turning their heads to the opposite direction. After a few minutes of angry silence, Felix began to crawl to the other side of the table. "Hey, where are you going?" the little girl called out. "To the other side, duh. You take that side and I'll take this side," he replied as he stationed himself to the other leg of the table. She blinked her eyes at the offer and smiled, taking up as much space as she wants. She then took out her small handkerchief and laid it on the floor revealing the few snacks she smuggled, just like a mini picnic.

This caught the little boy's attention. The little girl noticed his stares at the treats and smiled, offering him a macaroon. His eyes widened at the her offer but stubbornly refused, only to have his stomach betray him by releasing a loud grumbling sound. This made the girl giggle and asked him to come over and eat with him. He placed an annoyed look on his face, but happily went over for a snack, taking the macaroon from her hands.

"What's your name?" she asked as he began eating. "Felix," he replied after he swallowed the food in his mouth. She smiled and said, "I'm Marinette." He nodded in recognition and took a cupcake. Marinette began munching on a cookie as she peeked under the table cloth. There she could see her parents serving to the people at the buffet table and mingling with one of the staff members.

"Why are you hiding anyway?" Felix asked as he noticed her peeking outside. "I'm not hiding, my parents know where I am," she replied as she ate the last part of the cookie. "Then why are you under the table?" he asked as he took another macaroon. She shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I don't like being around a lot of people. What about you, are you hiding?"

He nodded and took another cookie. "I don't like the other guest's daughter. She's annoying and clingy, not to mention a liar. I don't believe a thing she says it's all absurd," he replied. This caught her interest as she asked, "Who?" He gestured for her to peek under the tablecloth with him. He looked for the brown haired girl and pointed at her.

"Her, the one dancing with the butler," he said. She stared at the girl and commented, "She doesn't look bad." This made the blond scoff and said, "To you, but once you get to know her you'll see."

"Marinette," a voice from outside called as a large man looked at them from the other side of the table. "Papa!" she squealed excitedly as she approached him. Noticing the other child, Tom smiled and asked, "Who's your new friend?" Remembering that Felix was with her she gestured to the young boy. "This is Felix, he's hiding," she said. This made the man hum in understanding and said, "Well, why don't you keep him company in hiding?" She nodded enthusiastically as she turned to her friend, who had a confused look on his face. "Alright, young man take care of my daughter for me," he said as he left. Felix nodded and turned to find that they already ate all the snacks.

"Aren't there any more food?" he asked in a disappointed voice. "Nope, we ate them all," she replied as she began wiping the young boy's face. "Wait, wha-what are you doing?" he asked as he slowly backed away. She giggled at his reaction and said, "You had crumbs on your face, silly." For some reason the young boy could feel his face heat up at the sudden contact. Once she finished, she say opposite him and began dusting her pink dress.

"Where are you going?" Felix asked as he noticed her about to leave. "Out, it's getting hot in here. I want some air," she said. "But, but you said you weren't going to leave me," he called out, a bit surprised about this. He didn't know what he was feeling, but right now he doesn't want this girl to leave him. "Did I?" she asked a bit confused too. She then snapped her fingers, recalling what she said. "Well, are you coming with me?" she asked.

He nodded his head as they got out of the table. "I know where we could get some air," he said. "Where?" she asked. "Let's go to the rooftop, that way we can watch the fireworks, too. And I'm still hiding, you know," he offered. This excited the young girl as she nodded and asked him to lead the way.

"Let's go," he said as he took small her hand in his. This action made his small heart beat fast, but unsure about it. They navigated their way towards the elevator, avoiding his friends and parents, as well as Lila. They passed by a little Japanese girl, who was standing next to her mother, who had an iron hold on her small hand. Marinette gave the little girl a smile and wave as she slipped a cookie into her hand. This made the girl smile at her and began nibbling on the treat.

When they arrived at the front of the elevator, Felix had to let go of her hand as he jumped to reach the buttons. The elevator door opened to a young rockstar, who looked at them a bit curious. "What're you kids up to?" he asked a bit concerned by the fact that they were unattended. "My friend Marinette needs to go to the bathroom on the first floor. She doesn't like the toilets on this floor and our parents can't take us there, so we'll be going together," Felix lied. This made the rocker let out a laugh at their cuteness. "Alright, be careful little ones," he said as he gave each of them a pat on the head.

With that, both of them got in the elevator and went forth to the top floor. Once on the roof, the little girl's eyes were wide with wonder as she began exploring the grounds, since it was empty but was elaborately decorated. Felix watched as she stared at a giant lantern next to the ball pit. He placed his hands in his pockets and found a coin, this motivated him to impress her.

"It's so pretty out here!" she paused as she looked at the sky above which had a few stars shining. "Thanks for bringing me here, Felix," she said as she bounced her way to the railing, Felix close to her. "Do your want to see a magic trick?" he asked as she looked at the streets below. She turned to him with wide eyes and asked, "You can do magic?" He smiled and nodded at the little girl. "Show me, show me," she demanded as she pulled at his arm.

Without being told twice, he pulled out a coin behind her ear. She gasped and took the coin from him. "Hey, that's my coin," he said, wanting to take it back. "But you pulled it out of my ear," she said as she tried to keep it out of his reach. "It's my magic, so it's mine. I'll give you something else," he offered. He took out his handkerchief and placed it over his hand. When he took it off he held a rose (which he took from one of the displays). She gasped at the beauty, because she never really held a rose before. "You can have this one, but the coin's mine," he said as she took the rose.

"Nope, I'm keeping this coin and this flower," she greedily said as he pouted. "Fine, I'll give you something in exchange for the coin," he said. She blinked her eyes processing what he said. He began searching his pockets and could only find his heirloom, the Graham de Vanilly ring, one for him the other for Adrien. "If I get you to wear this ring, you'll have to give me the money back," he said. She giggled and said, "That's impossible, you'll never get me to wear that." He shrugged and asked, "But if I do you have to give it back, deal?"

Marinette looked at his hand suspiciously not wanting to touch it, in case he slips it on her. "Alright, I'll place it here," he says as he placed it on the floor. He looked at his watch and knew what to do. Satisfied knowing that he won't be slipping it on by hand shake, she said, "Deal."

On cue, the fireworks began, surprising the girl as she looked up to the sky, only to have the little boy kiss her cheek, confusing her more. She pushed him off her with red cheeks. He began to say something to her, but she couldn't hear. "What?" she asked, not understanding. She watched him laugh as he pointed at her hand mouthing, "Check your finger." Surprised, she looked and found the ring was on her right ring finger. She watched as he picked up the coin and the rose. He approached her and placed the flower into her hands with a sweet smile. "Here, you can have the rose, it's pretty just like you," he stated causing the little girl to blush at his words.

She looked back at the ring, which was very loose in her finger and asked, "Does this mean we're married?" This question made the other child go red in embarrassment. "N-not re-really, I-I just placed it on you, bu-but it doesn't really ne-need to mean we are—" he stopped his rambling when the ravenette placed a kiss on his cheek as well. "I like you," she said with a smile.

That was it, Felix Graham de Vanilly finally knew what the meaning of his affections towards this six years old girl. He has a crush.

...

14 years later

Felix continued to twirl the coin in between his fingers. It has been years since he'd seen that little girl. Until now, he still can't help but feel the undying crush he had on her. Ever since they got back from the rooftop, he got a nagging from Chloe for leaving them for Marinette. She even tore the rose he gave her. From then on he had that boiling anger and hatred towards the blonde. He still couldn't forget the tears of the little girl as she ran away from them, eyes full of her and helplessness.

Every time he went to Paris he would be very aware of his surroundings hoping to find her again. If she still remembers him he'd like to get to know her better. If she doesn't want to be his friend then he'd rather apologize to her and her his heirloom back. He just needs to see her one more time. He gave out another sigh, it's already been 14 years and he still hasn't gotten over it.

He looked at the Grand Palace Hotel, the Bourgeois family is again holding a New Year party. He, of course, is one of the guests, along with some high class figures as well as old classmates of the now mature Chloe Bourgeois, making this a semi formal event. He got out of the car and entered the building, there he was greeted by the staff and the other guests. He began to search the crowd for a familiar face and found Adrien at the bar talking with some friends.

"Felix!" an all too familiar voice called. He turned to find the hostess herself in her glamorous black and yellow cocktail dress. "Chloe," he greeted with civility. "It's so nice that you could join us. I told Adrien that if he kept pestering you, you're bound to arrive, and I was right, as always," she said. "You've known me your entire life, glad to see you haven't lost your touch," he replied as she began to guide him to where Adrien is.

"Adrikins," Chloe said as she approached him taking two seats next to him. "Chloe, you found Felix. I thought you weren't coming," Adrien said he hugged his cousin, much to his formal behaviour. "Lovely, now may I get myself a drink," he said as he sat next to Adrien and ordered a drink from the bartender. Adrien chuckled and said, "You never change, Fè. But since you're very into introductions, let me introduce you to my friends." Felix turned to finally notice the two people he had been talking to. He's vaguely familiar with them remembering the video they sent to Adrien six years ago. "This is Nino, he's studying Arts," Adrien introduced as he gestured to his dark skinned make friend. "Hey, ma dude. I know it's been a while, but you don't need to worry about that video you sent us, Adrien explained it to us and we're all kinda cool about it," Nino said as they shook hands. "Pleasure, and thank you, but I'm still sorry for it. It was the most immature and petty thing I ever did to anyone," Felix replied. "This is Alya, she's taking journalism," Adrien said. "I've seen your blog, it keeps improving ever since you started," Felix complimented. "Well, with that compliment how can I not forgive you," Alya joked.

"Ugh, where's Dupain-Cheng and Tsurugi? I told them to get change, but what's taking them so long?" Chloe ranted. Dupain-Cheng, Felix thought, finding the name and the way she said it all too familiar. "This is your fault for telling them that they'll be one of the waiters," Adrien teased. "I was joking alright, why do you guys take me so seriously?" Chloe complained. Making everyone laugh at her statement. "You really need to tone it down, you always sound so serious," someone said as they placed their hands on Chloe's shoulders. "Luka, when did you get here? I thought you said that you couldn't make it because of your gig in London?" Chloe exclaimed. "I couldn't miss my girlfriend's party now, couldn't I?" the rocker said as he placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Felix, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Luka," Chloe proudly proclaimed. "You have a boyfriend?" Felix joked making everyone laugh. "What can I say, she has a melodic song," Luka said as he placed his arm over her. "I guess you got yourself a keeper, cheers to you," Felix congratulated, but somehow felt a bit jealous. How can someone who broke his childhood love end up with someone as charming as him?

"Sorry guys, we're late," someone said as they approached the group. "About time my lady, it seems like you've been keeping my precious dragon from me," Adrien said as he wrapped his arms around Kagami placing a kiss on her forehead. "Down kitty, I just got her hair done, don't mess it up," the girl with bluebell eyes scolded. "Don't worry Marinette, you know that I love you more than him," the Japanese girl stated causing the blond to pout.

Marinette, Felix thought as he began to stare at her. He recognised he from his cousin's video, one of the girl's that's in love with him. It turns out she just gave it all up for the girl beside her. He noticed her dark hair was similar to that of the Marinette he knew, they never really gave last names. Her eyes were as blue as the sky, he couldn't remember the little girl's eyes since it was very dark and he wasn't sure. She wore an elegant pink dress with a ladybug hairpiece.

He continued to stare, unaware of Chloe's critical eyes. She hung her head in guilt for a few seconds and immediately replaced it with a smile as she sauntered her way to the two ladies. "Dupain-Cheng, Tsurugi, what took both of you so long? Why did you even take me seriously when I said you'll be serving tonight?" Chloe said as the two girls laughed. "Anyway, let me introduce or reintroduce you to someone," she added as she guided them towards Felix.

He unconsciously straightened himself as they neared him. Taking one more sip from his drink he straightened himself to meet her. "Marinette this is Felix, you remember him, don't you?" Chloe said. "Yes, I remember him," she said with a hint of anger and irritation from her voice. "It's a pleasure to meet you, but I must apologize for my behaviour six years ago, not a very good time of mine," he said as they shook hands. She smiled politely at him as she turned to the person next to him. "Luka, why didn't you tell us you were coming?" she exclaimed as she gave the artist a hug.

"Well, I wanted to surprise all of you, but mostly Chloe," Luka said. "Sorry Marinette, but paws off my boyfriend. We're going around and check on the guests," Chloe said as she came in between them. Marinette chuckled and said, "Wouldn't dream of it Chloe." She turned to her friends and joined in on their conversation. She ordered herself a drink as she stationed herself next to Alya and Kagami.

Felix didn't really mind this since it gives him better access to observe her from afar. He sat there with them, just listening on their conversation jumping in any time they ask him. They continued the conversation until an upbeat song began to play. "This is my jam, Marinette let's dance," Alya exclaimed as she dragged her friend to the dance floor. Marinette, as well, dragged Kagami with her as the three headed to the dancefloor. Felix turned to his companions as they continued to watch their girlfriends enjoy themselves. "Aren't you going to join them?" Felix asked hinting to them that they should. Nino waved him a hand, keeping his eyes on his girl. "Nah, I've got a better view here," he replied. "I agree with you on that," Adrien seconded. Felix turned his eyes to the three and couldn't help but feel drawn to the girl named Marinette. The more she stared the more he thought of the little girl he met.

That's impossible, I doubt that it would be her, he thought as he looked away. He gave out a sigh that no one would be able to hear. "You know what, let's dance," Adrien said, clearly tempted to join the girls. "Are you sure? The view is still the better," Nino said. "I know, but that doesn't mean we're the only ones who's watching," Adrien pointed out as he looked at a group of men slowly approaching the girls. This made Nino release a deep growl and got up from his seat following his friend. "Are you joining us, Felix?" Nino offered. Felix politely shook his head and said, "I'm not a big fan of dancing in a crowd." Nino nodded and immediately wrapped his arms around Alya from behind as he glared at the approaching competitors.

Marinette laughed at the two boys as she followed their line of sight. "You two couldn't resist?" she asked. "How could we when we're not the only ones who love dancing," Adrien replied as he danced with Kagami. "By the way Marinette, if you haven't noticed Felix had been looking at you the entire night," Kagami said as she subtly gestured to the lonely blond at the bar. Marinette giggled at this statement and replied, "I don't think so." Alya joined in and said, "Nah girl, Kagami's right. Right now he's been eyeing you for a while now. He's been watching since you came and mostly now that you're dancing."

"I'm with Marinette on this one guys," Adrien said. "What, you don't count bro. You've been clueless for a long time so I doubt you'll notice this one," Nino stated. Adrien still shook his head and reasoned, "Hate to tell you guys, but I've known him for a long time. He has this major crush on this girl he met when we were six or seven during a new year's party here at the hotel. But Chloe kind of scared her off and he hasn't seen her ever since. He still hasn't gotten over her until now, so I don't think so."

This somehow froze Marinette in her spot, since the story sounded all too familiar to her. She unconsciously brought her hand to the ring around her neck, which she had from that boy, whose name she can no longer remember . She glanced at the boy at the bar to find him mingling with... Lila. This twisted her heart for some reason, she doesn't know what this feeling she has, seeing him talk with the liar. She bit her lip wanting to leave. Thankfully a slow dance began, giving her an excuse to leave the floor.

She turned to the buffet table to have a bit of the desserts there to ease herself. She looked at the dancefloor and watched as her friends lovingly enjoyed each others embrace. She could see Alya and Nino, Juleka and Rose, Sabrina and her boyfriend, Nathaniel and Marc, Chloe and Luka, Kagami and Adrien.

She smiled, after they defeated Hawkmoth they revealed their identities to each other. She was really surprised by the fact that her partner has been Adrien the entire time. They did start dating, but they never really lasted after they entered college. Turns out she had been holding back even until she dated Adrien. She was actually confused too, she never knew that she was holding, back as if she was waiting for someone. This made her grasp the ring that had been around her neck like some necklace ornament.

She did receive this from a little boy who she called her husband when she was until eight. That was when she finally accepted the fact that they'll never meet again. When she turned nine, that was when Chloe's bullying got worse, making her passive and detached, not having a best friend to cling on to.

What was that boy's name again? Finn... Finley... Francis... Francisco... Fernando...Frederick... Ferdinand... Fergus... "Felix," she mumbled under her breath tightening her grip around the ring. Could it be? She thought as she tried to find him in the crowd again, but he was nowhere to be found. She sighed and shook her head finding it impossible. The Felix she knew is kind, considerate and sweet. This Felix is sly, devious, and perverted. She frowned at she recalled the memory of him trying to kiss her as Ladybug.

"Aw, what's with the frown sweetheart? You look better with a smile," a man in his mid twenties said as he approached her. Not liking the attention she turned away, wanting to avoid his advances. Despite the silent treatment he continued to talk to her. "Sorry, that was a bit forward of me," he apologized as he tailed her. "I just noticed that you were alone by the buffet table and thought that maybe I should introduce myself to a lovely lady like yourself," he continued.

"You're mistaken sir, but I'm not alone," she replied trying to lose him in the crowd. "You came with your friends, right? Or do you have a boyfriend?" he pursued. "I'm with my friends and I think they're looking for me," she replied as she navigated her way back to the bar. "Can't we at least talk, I'd like to have a chat with you for a bit. Something not business related, it gives a stale taste to the party," he said as he sat down next to her. "Why not I buy you a drink, miss?" he offered.

Marinette politely shook her head with disinterest. "Alright, alright, no drinks. I'm François by the way, what's the lovely angel's name?" he asked leaning forward, brushing his hand against his. This made her flinch at the contact trying to move away from him. "I'm sure I've clearly showed that I'm not interested," she hissed as her patience thinned. "Are you sure? It looks to me we're playing cat and mouse, you don't have to worry, I like the chase," he said as he leaned in again.

Before she could say anything, she felt someone place a hand behind her as he approached them. "If you may, sir, she has clearly stated that she's not interested. Just leave it at that, and respect her decision," Felix stated. The man scoffed as he stood up trying to match him, only to find that he's five inches smaller than the tall man. "Yeah, but who are you to interrupt us," he dared trying to assert dominance.

"My fiancee, obviously," she casually said glaring at the man. "But you're not—," François stopped when he saw the ring around her neck. "I wear my engagement ring this way to see how many of you are really observant enough to notice it," she stated. He turned to Felix, who was glaring at him with a fiercer intensity than before. This made the man stiffen under the blond's gaze and began to walk away. Once out of earshot he looked at her and smirked.

"Fiancée?" he teased as he sat next to her. She scoffed at him and said, "That's the easiest way to prove your relationship to me." He chuckled at her looked at the ring around her neck, only to smile at the confirmation. "Anyway, thank you," she replied as she ordered herself a drink. Noticing his eyes on the ring, she felt herself blush at the thought of the possibility of the little boy being him. "May I see it?" he asked when he got her attention. Seeing no harm in having him see it, she removed the ring around her neck and gave it to him.

She observed his reactions, she suddenly worried when she noticed a sly smile slowly creep on his face. "Where'd you get this ring?" he asked. She shrugged as she placed her drink on the counter. "A little boy gave it to me when I was six," she replied trying to keep it vague. He hummed as he asked again, "Do you know why he gave it to you?" This made her blush as she recalled her saying that their engaged now that he slipped the ring on her finger. "He-he gave it to me as a proposal," she replied as she looked away with red cheeks.

She heard a chuckle coming from him. "I think you're wrong. I believe he gave it to you in exchange for this," Felix said as he made the coin appear from behind her ear. She gasped as she recalled the trick he performed for her, which was followed by their refutes about the coin. She heard him chuckle again at her reaction. "Do you still remember the young boy's name?" he curiously asked with a knowing smile on his face.

Her eyes went wide as she exclaimed, "You can't, you can't be? Felix?" He smiled and showed the ring and coin as he pointed something out. "This ring, if you must know, is a family heirloom. This is one of the Graham de Vanilly twin rings. You see the ring Adrien wears, this is one of its pairs as the current generation of our family," he said as he placed the coin in her hand. "And that coin, is the very coin that I've shown you from before," he added with a gentle smile.

"Can, can we get some air?" she asked hoping he'd say the same thing. "I know a great place that we can go to. Let's go to the rooftop, we can watch the fireworks up there, too Marinette," he replied as he took her hand in his and dragged her towards the elevator.

They passed Chloe, who had a proud smile on her face as she whispered an apology. They passed Lila who was flirting to a storm with another man. They past Kagami and Adrien, who were resting after all the dancing on one of the chairs. Marinette smiled and waved her hand at the Japanese girl, who in turn smiled at her with a small wave. They stopped in front of the elevator door as Felix pressed the button, this time not letting go of her hand. The door opened to Jagged Stone, now in his golden age.

"Marinette, my girl where you headed?" he asked as he turned to the boy next to her. "Why am I getting a sense of déjà vu right now?" he asked as he gave out a chuckle. "Nothing uncle Jagged, I just want to take Felix to the best place to watch the fireworks," she said with a smile. "I remembered a long time ago when there was a small pair with the same hair colour as the both of you going into the elevator giving out the cutest excuse I've ever heard," he replied as he bid goodbye to the two.

Once inside the elevator, the two looked to each other and laughed as they headed to the top floor. "Locked," Felix said when they arrived at the door to the roof. Marinette pouted at this, saying, "Now how are we going to see the fireworks?" He smiled and approached her as he took one of her hairpins and began to unlock the door. He then turned back to her and placed the pin back as well as placing a kiss on her forehead.

She blushed at the contact as he took her hand and guided her to the rooftop. He brought her to the spot where they stood before as he lets go of her hand, much to her dismay. Without saying anything, he took out his handkerchief and performed the magic again. He removed the cloth to reveal a rose, this time, a pink rose. He placed it in her hands as he placed a kiss on her cheek.

"I believe that's how it happened," he said as he looked at her blushing face. She smiled at him and nodded and took the ring out of the chain. "What am I going to do with this now?" she asked. He hummed as he took the ring from her and took her hand, casually slipping it in. "Now, I'll be waiting for your answer," he replied with a smile. "And if I say no," she joked. "You need to give it back," he replied bluntly. This made her laugh at his seriousness, as she slowly remembered his serious face back then too.

She placed her hands on his shoulders as she stood on the tips of her toes, despite already wearing heels, she still can't reach him. "It's a good thing that I'm not planning on saying no," she replied as she placed a kiss on his cheek. This time it was his turn to blush at her actions, making her smile at him giddily.

Again, on cue, the fireworks began. This made her turn her attention to the sky to watch the display. Taking this as an opportunity, Felix grinned as he called her attention, "Marinette." This made her turn to him, only to have her lips captured in his. She smiled into it as she wrapped her arms around him. Feeling dating, he lifted her off her feet, overly ecstatic on finding her.

"Happy New year, Marinette," he said as they parted. She giggled as she rested her forehead on his. "Happy New year, Felix," she replied.

#miraculous ladybug and chat noir #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #felinette #felix graham de vanily #adrigami #adrien x kagami #lukchlo #luka x chloe #luka couffaine #kagami tsuguri #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #djwifi #child marinette #lila rossi #my fic #felinette fluff #cute babies #post reveal

[softomi]

The Specials of the Day

prompt: I’d never want to have you to eat alone, so even if my stomach explodes, I’ll eat with you

pairing: osamu x reader

As he hurled into the toilet, hunched over the bowl, gripping the edges for dear life; Osamu knew exactly how he could have prevented the situation. In fact, this wasn’t the first time he became friends with the toilet after a particularly gruesome lunch.

But how could he resist the way you look at him. The way your eyelashes batted softly, eyes adorned with love, lips perking as you spoke. You were even inviting him to do his favorite thing: eat.

“There’s a great restaurant down the street.”

“A new café just opened up on the other side of campus.”

“I really wanted to try the new menu, are you sure you can’t come?”

And each time you suggested something, he would foolishly agree despite fulfilling his stomach to his extent earlier. It wasn’t foolish, he tried to reason, if he was hopelessly in love with you. Osamu built a bond with you over food, or perhaps it was food that brought you two together. He had met you through working together at a restaurant, Osamu would always catch you eating some food. Your cheeks puffed, a soft grin, your hand attempting to hide your caught state. Osamu, a cook, and you, a waitress, the day a manager caught you with food in your mouth, Osamu rescued you.

“She’s taste testing.” He had said the moment the manager asked you why you were eating. He didn’t know why he was so eager to save you, perhaps it was a coworkers united thing at the moment, but the way he remembers it now; it was definitely the cute fearful look on your face when you glanced at him.

“Hey.” You stopped him on his way out of the restaurant, “Thanks.” You grin, “Seriously, I was so hungry I thought I wouldn’t be able to last the whole shift.”

Osamu nods, “No problem, wouldn’t want the best waitress to get fired over eating.”

“Best waitress?”

He blushes, “Just saying, you don’t get frustrated with us cooks, we all think your nice.”

“Ah.” An innocent smile on your lips, “I should treat you though.”

“It’s okay, no worries.” He tried to continue walking but you ended up following him in the same direction. Awkward with new people, Osamu cursed that employees had to park in the same location.

You turn to look at him periodically, he can practically feel the burn in your eyes, “There’s a really good restaurant near here, I was there with one of my friends the other day and their menu is just spectacular. Everything, cooked to perfection.”

He was hooked. What you had said about the restaurant was vague, but he was hooked on you. Osamu soon realized that your love for food extended to everything, he couldn’t figure out if you had literally the worst tastebuds in the world or was just over optimistic about everything. Every dish was perfect for you, even when he spit out the saltiest fish he’s ever had in his life, you happily noted that it was still good. He forced you to stop eating, fearful of your sodium intake.

When he finally determines he’s done throwing up, Osamu can only sit on the ground, his stomach still feeling bloated.

“Sir?” The door to the bathroom opens, “If you want to head home, I can close the restaurant at the end of the day.”

He couldn’t go home though; a new shipment of rice was coming in and Kita liked to deliver the rice personally. But that didn’t mean he had to look good for his friend, it meant that he could complain about how he wanted to never eat again despite dinner being on his mind.

“You ate twice?” Kita looks at Osamu, the male sitting on the ground, his stomach still queasy.

Osamu groans, “Well, Tsumu wanted to eat at a buffet so we did but then right after we finished eating, y/n called me saying that she really wanted to eat at the same buffet, so of course I agreed and ate again.”

“Why didn’t you just not eat a lot your second time.”

Osamu looks at the older male, “I feel bad making her eat a lot alone, and she can eat. But this isn’t even the first time, last week I had three full course meals in the span of four hours. I literally thought I was giving birth.”

“Okay, just don’t eat with her then.”

“But then, what if she never wants to eat with me again.”

Kita isn’t amused, “I think you’re over thinking.”

Osamu rests a hand onto his stomach, “I feel so nauseous.” His cell rings in his pocket, the way your name pops up onto his screen has him forgetting the nauseousness in his stomach, “Hey!” He’s a little too eager in his answer.

“Hey, I know we just ate lunch together but if you wanted, we could go out to eat for dinner. I know a great place.”

Love struck, he laughs, “Of course, I’d love to have dinner with you. Where should we meet?”

“I’ll stop by.” You say, “then we can head out together.”

Osamu notices the expression on his older friend but the lecture he’s about to receive from Kita is nothing compared to the cute way your cheeks puff with such excitement over food.

He couldn’t wait for the day to be over, as the time neared for the closing of his restaurant, he tried to ready himself for when you walked through the door. As the last of his workers left, he can already spot you skipping in from outside of the windows, casually greeting some of his workers on their way out. He even noticed the way some of his workers snickered with their looks towards him; it was no secret at Onigiri Miya that the owner had the biggest crush on you.

“Hey!” You jump in, pulling yourself into one of the stool seats.

Osamu leans over the counter, just close enough so he can get the nice scent of you. You were always sweet scented; it came as no shock since you worked at a bakery. Every time he saw you, he could tell what you were baking that day, some days cookies, other days, cakes. He wonders if you still liked to sneak food into your mouth during work.

He’d be lying if he said he was listening to what you were saying. Your pretty lips were moving but all he could see was how beautiful you were.

“Samu?”

He straightens up, hoping that the flush of his face isn’t as visible under his hat, “Sorry, long day at work.” He lies.

“Well, I got you something.” You’re rummaging into your bag, pulling out a bottle and placing it in front of him.

“Digestion medicine?” Osamu eyes the bottle.

You were sitting there, arms crossed, a light grin on your face, “I was telling Atsumu about the buffet we went to today and he told me that you two ate there earlier.” Your expression softens, “Knowing how much you ate with me, I can only assume you spent the day in agony, next time, just tell me that you already ate. I can always eat alone.”

He’s silent, but the way you look at him with such concern, he can’t argue. You grabbed your bag, standing from your seat, “Wait.” He stops you any further from moving, “What about dinner?”

You beam excited at him, “I’m going to my favorite restaurant. The owner there is really cute.”

Osamu deflates, “Oh, well, see ya I guess.”

“Okay. See you.”

Osamu watches you make sure you have everything, a silly habit he knows you have; you were always afraid of forgetting something. He feels dejected as you begin to walk away, but the way you round the counter, footsteps pitter pattering towards the cash register makes him confused.

“What are you doing?” He questions.

You lean over the register, giggling as he stares at you, “I’m starving so I came to my favorite restaurant.” The grin on your lips makes his heart stop, “Best. Onigiri. In. The. World.” You tap a finger onto your lips, “but the service is okay, I’ve been here for ten minutes and no one’s taking my order.”

Osamu makes his way to you, palms getting sweaty as he gets nearer and nearer. The owner there is really cute. Your words echo in his head and he’s starting to overthink. Did you really mean what you said, or were you merely teasing him.

“What can I get you?” He speaks in his customer service voice and it makes you press your lips into a smile, “Would you like to hear the specials?”

“Specials?” You perk up.

“Yep, there’s two specials of the day.” Osamu leans forward, “One is called the ‘I Like You Onigiri’ and the other is called the ‘I Don’t Like You, Leave Me Alone Onigiri’.”

You purse your lips, “I think I’m allergic to I Don’t Like You, Leave Me Alone Onigiri.”

It was like you were playing chicken with him, the way you leaned just a bit closer to him. He’s taking in more of your scent and it’s driving him wild, “Would you be interested in one of our new signature drinks?”

“Hm?” You tilt with a question in your expression.

“Can I Kiss You.”

“Oh.” You breathe out a smile, “I’ll take it in a large.”

Osamu places a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you into his lips, drinking you in as much as he can. Your hand tips his hat back, fingers running through his hair as the hat falls with a thud. When he lets you go, you pull away, wiping your lips. Flushed cheeks, a laugh coming from you, Osamu pushes his hair back to refix the hat onto his head.

“I’ve never actually made onigiri before.” You were staring at the ingredients on the counter.

“Well, it’s your lucky day then, I’ll give you a free lesson into the Onigiri Miya way.” Osamu fits the apron on you; you don’t notice the way it has his name written across the front. You preferred to look up at the man as he wraps the ties around your waist, pulling you into his chest as he finishes tying the strings around your back.

You think for a second that he’d stand next to you, showing you the way he formed the rice. Instead, he positions you in the center of the ingredients. Pushing his chest to your back, resting a chin on your shoulder, his hands running over yours, using your fingers as his to mold the rice into its intended form.

“Perfect.” He whispers.

Distractedly in awe of the onigiri you just made, you’re wiggling out of his grasp to take pictures of your own set of onigiri. He’s cleaning up, washing the dishes as you munch your food. You offer him a bite which he fully accepts. You miss the way as you turn your back to him, he spits out the overly salty onigiri into the sink.

“Mm.” He masks a grin onto his face, “So good.”

#is it obvious i love the miya twins? #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #miya osamu #osamu scenario #hq osamu #haikyuu scenario #osamu miya #osamu x y/n

[onlyfortheplot]

Who in the hell put the—

➳ Pairing: Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader ft. Osamu Miya

➳ Synopsis:

“I pay half the rent.“

“And I do to?“

“So, I still pay more.“

You looked at him, almost regretting ever meeting him.

“If you pay half the rent and I pay half of the rent,“ you started, very slowly, “How the hell do you pay more than me?”

➳ Warning: Slight language, Implied comments

➳ Word Count: 1.6K

➳ A/N:

I have 2 and half fics done for Shiptember?? And I have decided they are not all gonna be 6.9K fics?? But, I’m lowkey excited to acc start putting them out?? ANYWAY ENJOY <3!! Asks are CLOSED. Taglist is OPEN!

You stared blankly into the refrigerator, angry and confused. This was the second —no fifth time this week your snacks had gone missing. You balled your fists, grinding your teeth. You slammed the door harshly, staring at your fuming reflection on the smooth blackness of the fridge. Not only were your snacks missing, your protein shakes had been decreasing in very tiny amounts each week. And your milk cartons felt lighter every time she opened the fridge. You furiously turned around, stalking out of the kitchen towards the nearby room.

You shoved the door, open glaring at the relaxed figure who merely gave you an annoyed look. Headphones were plugged into his ears, as he flipped through a volleyball magazine.

“What,“ he asked, closing the magazine, and taking out one earbud.

“Atsumu Miya. Just whose food do you think you’re taking.“ you said through your teeth, taking another step into his room, “Every day for the past week, my snacks have been missing. And the cookies I put out—“

“Not me,“ he said, putting the headphone back on and opening the magazine, humming along to the tune.

“Miya,“ you warned, taking another step, “You do not want to play with me.“

He ignored you, looking at his magazine and turning around to lie on his side. He lazily scratched his hip, his shirt inching up slightly.

You snarled, stomping up to him and ripping the earpieces of and chucking them to the ground. He gave you an outraged look, scowling as he sat up on the bed, trying to get off.

You kicked the leg that had touched the floor, earning a hiss of annoyance and pain.

“L/N, I’m playing a game tomorrow,“ he snapped, pushing you to the side as he bent down to pick up the headphone.

“No way. Miya. I want to know who has been eating my snacks, drinking my protein shakes and stealing my milk.” He rolled his brown eyes at your rant.

“It’s not yer anything,“ he said, muttering curses as he tripped over your outstretched feet, “It’s our food. It’s our snacks. It’s our—“

“Really,“ you asked raising an eyebrow.

“Then I’m going to use your— I mean our volleyball,” you challenged, “The one you keep on the top shelf of the kitchen.”

He looked at you shocked. He really did try and hide it from you, thought why he found the urge to hide a ball was beyond you.

“You don’t even know how to play,“ he spat, sitting back down on the bed, one leg crossed over another.

“Really?‘ you asked again. He wasn’t wrong. You didn’t. He, along with his twin brother, had invited you to a practice match. A sort of get together with their former teammates. And much to Atsumu’s disgust and Osamu’s dissapointment, you could barley serve the ball over the net, much less recieve Atsumu’s outlandish spikes.

 Well, you had received one of his serves. Which had hit Osamu. In the face. Making him land in the buffet. And caused Suna to fall back into someone who in turn crashed into the net. The volleyball net had then fallen, tangling Atsumu’s head in one of the holes. It was chaos, utter chaos, one you wouldn’t have minded if you weren’t the reason for it. You had chuckled at the multitude of pissed and judgmental stares. 

Suna had laughed. Osamu had sworn at you, swearing to never give you his food again. Kita, the only one who showed any signs of pity, asked you if your arms were okay, which were indeed glowing a bright red. But, Atsumu, Atsumu was the angriest. He had cursed, louder than Osamu, and harsher than you had ever seen him. Tufts of his hair had gotten stuck onto the net, and he had sworn to kill anyone if they cut it off. In the end, it had taken your trembling hands and Kita’s calm words to get his hair out. 

You had looked at him, down as he leaned against your legs, as the last of the net was removed. He was flushed, cheeks turning an angry red. His hair was ruffled, much wilder than his parted hair. And his eyes were a dark brown, a bitter coffee, with a tiny spark of anger.

“Y/N,“ he had snarled, leaning back from your feet, and heaving himself to his feet, looking down on you with anger.

“I’m sorry?“ you choked out. You couldn't help the laughter that came bubbling at you. He looked like such a mess, and so much unlike his carefully crafted appearance.

“Don’t talk to me, you pig,“ he snapped. The laugh had come out then,at the pout on his face and angry voice. It started out as a small giggle, as you muffled what you could. At his disgusted look, it had turned into an open chuckle. And as the others had joined you in your amusement. It was a full blown laugh. You had collapsed to the floor, clutching your stomach as he fumed at you.

He really didn’t talk to you for a week after that, stomping all over your shared apartment at ungodly hours of the night just to tick you off. Keeping the toilet lid open after he used it. And eating your goddamn snacks.

“That was one time,“ you blushed, the echoes of the amusement still causing you to giggle, “But, your face.“

“Shut the hell up,“ he spat, looking you dead in the eye, “If you didn’t suck at receiving none of that would have happened.“

“Come on, Miya, it was a week ago,“ you reasoned, chuckling at his incredulous look, “Just admit you ate my food and—“

“I didn’t eat it!“ he said, throwing his hands in the air.

“We live together, you can’t blame anyone else,” you deadpanned, “Just admit it.“

“But I didn’t!“

“Did.“

“Didn’t.“

“Did.“

“Didn’t!“

“Why are you so— Ugh!“ you spat frustrated, “Like I know you ate my cookie!“

“Did I?“ he said a playful smirk on his face, “or did you?“

“Stop messing with my mind,“ you hissed, stomping back to the door, “I just wanted to let you know that we had a rat infestation and I added rat poison to it,” 

You sighed.

“Now, I don’t know—“

“Rat. Poison.“ he said slowly, dropping his phone and magazine.

“Yes,“ you nodded, hiding a smirk behind your hand.

“Yer crazy!“ he gasped, walking up to you.

“What? If we—“

“You should’ve told me you—“

“Why would it matter if you didn’t eat it?“ you asked innocently, tilting your head.

He stopped, clasping a hand over his mouth. Well shit.

“So you did eat my cookie,“ you sent him an accusatory glare, “Atsumu Miya I—”

“It was payback for last week,” he simply said.

“Payback?“ you grinned, almost devilishly, “I’ll give you payback.“ 

You ran up to him, jumping on him as you pinned him to the bed. He snorted, easily removing your hands from his wrist. But, you were one step ahead, sitting on his legs, as he squirmed under you. He grinned, as he held you wrists in his hands, in front of him.

“Well?“ he said, “Where’s the payback?“

“This!” you teasingly said, as you pried his fingers off you. Immediately running them on his neck, tickling him. He shivered, as you continued down his neck and onto his torso, eliciting a small gasp. You grinned, as you ghosted fingers down his sides, making him laugh.

“Stop,“ he gasped between deep breaths.

“Never.“ you proclaimed as he squirmed under you. You could see his chest heaving as he continued to laugh under you.

“Oh god.”

You shrieked hands halting as you turned around, where Osamu stood at the door eyes covered with his palms.

“My eyes,“ he hissed, “What are you two doing?“

“Get yer head of the gutter,“ Atsumu grunted as he sat up slightly, making you stir on his lap. You blushed, realization smacking you in the face. On. His. Lap. Shit.

“Wrap it before you tap it,“ Osamu called out to you, as he walked out of the room, eyes still closed.

“Your brother is never going to let this go, is he?“ you peeked up at Atsumu, who gave you a playful smirk.

“He wouldn’t bother us if he was—“

“Finish that sentence, Tsumu, I dare you.“ Osamu called out from another room.

“Is he still here?“ you shrieked, leaning into his chest, as he moved.

“Why, were you planning on doing something?“ he asked you, eyes sparking in excitement as he took in your squirming form. 

You felt heat pulsing under your skin, as you placed a firm on his chest and pushing him down.

“You took my food from me,“ you frantically said, trying not to think of what he had just suggested, “My cookies.“

“Our cookies.“ he corrected.

“I paid for it.“

“I pay half the rent.“

“And I do to?“

“So, I still pay more.“

You looked at him, almost regretting ever meeting him.

“If you pay half the rent and I pay half of the rent,“ you started, very slowly, “How the hell do you pay more than me?“

“Will you guys shut up!“ Osamu screamed from the kitchen. You could the loud slamming of cabinets.

“No.“ you both screamed back, looking at each other annoyed.

“Don’t copy me!“

“I’m not.“

“Are too.“

“I am going to kill both of you.“ Osamu snarled,as he pounded on the door, “And I will bury you with my bare hands and eat all this onigiri by myself.“

“You can’t eat onigiri by yourself,“ you said cynically, “But, Atsumu could because he has a big mouth.“

He gripped your waist, and flipped you over. You giggled as he straddled your waist.

“Big mouth,“ he said, “I’ll show you a big mouth.“

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[herb-whump]

Summer Job

I'm dying its 2 am god help me

Taglist: @albino-whumpee @torture-as-lovely-as-you

Let me know if you want to be tagged in other stories than Don't get far away Precious or not cause i do not know shit about taglists

CW/ manipulation and abuse mentions and threats, slight rape mention

Mikołaj went to sleep finally, squeezing himself next to the mattress on the hard floor. It wasn't pleasant, and he always woke up a little cranky afterward.

- Honey. - A familiar voice woke him up for good. It was his mom, softly smiling at him - I made breakfast... it's not much but you still gotta eat something.

- Okay... - Mikołaj sighed, blushing a bit. His mom still treated him like a little boy sometimes.

He sat down at the table next to his little brother. There wasn't much for breakfast. Some buns bought on the end of the day sale, with cheese and tomatoes, and cheap black tea to drink. Mikołaj looked down at the cup, the water was muddy, it wasn't of the best quality around these parts of the city.

- thank you, mom... For the breakfast - he smiled a little and the woman nodded. - I have to go to work soon so I probably won't eat a lot.

- But it's Sunday, I thought you would stay home today. - Magda frowned - You already work too hard during the week. You should get some rest.

- I was hoping we would go hang out today...! - his brother pouted, not happy.

- Mom, Tymek, I have to, and it's not a big job either. I will try to be back sooner today, I promise.

Magda wouldn't push her son anymore to stay, so she just sighed with a pained expression.

He ate one bun and drank the tea as fast as he could. Got a change of clothes and left the house, with a simple "I love you" while leaving. A man from another block of flats said he will pay him for repairing his shower. The man was an acquaintance of his. While they weren't friends, they talked a bit, and Mikołaj accidentally confessed to having this dire situation with money.

He knocked on the front door, to soon be greeted by the man. His name was Josef, and he was a middle-aged man, with short brown hair and round glasses. A kind face and from what Mikołaj could gather, he was a father to two kids, and after a divorce.

- Here you are! I was waiting for you. - Josef chuckled softly and invited the boy inside, showing him what was wrong with the shower, which Mikołaj started working on almost immediately - You know Miko, You need quick money right?

- Yeah, kinda... - Mikołaj bit his lip. - stupid shower head...

- Listen here, I know this guy, he has a work agency. He mostly hires young strong men like you, you work abroad, and earn much more this way. Usually only for about a month or two.

- w-wait really? - Mikołaj stopped for a bit. It sounded... A little shady to say the least. But he did worse things and if a kind father is recommending this, maybe it's actually a good opportunity. - Can you give me the guy's number? I will call him today if I can.

- Sure thing Miko. - The man smiled.

After finally fixing the shower, Josef wrote down the man's number on a piece of paper, paid Mikołaj, and sent him home. But before he returned to his mom and brother, the boy sat down at a secluded bench in the local park. He stared intensely at the number Josef wrote down. He was still debating if he should call it. But he didn't have many options at this point. He slowly put the number in his phone and rang.

- Good evening, how can I help you? - the voice belonged to a young woman, it was calm and soft.

- Uhm... Good evening. I've heard of job offerings in this agency. My friend, Josef recommended I call.

- Ah! Yes, yes! Of course! So you will need to send us your resume and talk in person of course - The woman explained everything

Except what the job abroad actually was. But Mikołaj didn't think much of it. If it made money and wasn't prostitution, he was in.

It was some time for the in-person meeting to happen, but it wasn't at all what the boy had imagined.

The man sitting before him was not much older than Mikołaj himself, 30 at most, but Mikołaj gave him 26. He had dark black messy hair, medium length. Brown eyes and wore sunglasses on his head. Golden chains on his neck and other expensive jewelry. He looked rich, to say the least. Not to mention the place of the meeting. Almost empty office room, in a freshly built business complex. Most of the spaces in it were just put out to be rented.

- Hi Mikołaj. - The man spoke up with a giggly, yet deep voice - You can call me Vasya. You're just going to sign those papers and you're hired for the month. If all goes well maybe we will hire you for a month more. - He slid a few papers on the table.

- N-no questions? I thought this was an interview... I mean don't get me wrong please, I'm just really surprised. - He chuckled nervously, slowly looking down at the papers.

- No questions. I think your resume said enough and just from looking at you, I think you will be a great fit. We need healthy, strong young men. It will be a physically taxing job but you wrote you did many jobs like that.

- I guess... - With shaky hands he took the papers in his hands, trying to comprehend what he was actually signing. But seeing the pay, stated at the end was enough to make him stop reading, and just take the pen. He signed it, never asking any more questions. This much money will get them a better flat and food for sure.

Even if the job was gross or heavily taxing, he will bear it. It's only a month, right? And if it's great, he can work for two months. That would secure their life for a long time.

He came back home with the news and a smile on his face. He burst through the door and hugged his mom tight

- O-oh dear! You got the job I presume. - his mom laughed and tousled his hair with a gentle expression. - I'm just sad you're going to be gone for a month or two.

- Mikołaj! So you're going? Is.. it bad I kinda hoped you wouldn't? You go out every day almost...

- I'm sorry Tymek. I really am. I promise after I come back, we're going to move to a nice place and I'm gonna spend much more time with you. - Mikołaj smiled softly, trying to comfort his little brother.

- I suppose... But you really promise, right? - he noded - Okay. Please call us every day though!

- I will. They will come to pick me up by bus the day after tomorrow, so I have to start packing soon. - the brown-haired boy hugged them both again and went to the other side of the room to search for a bag to pack.

The departure day came soon. It was a warm June morning, Mikołaj was standing at a bus stop near his house, waiting for the work bus to come. Clutching his bag in his hand, he looked up at the bus stop screen for the time. It was a little late, but when he looked away from the clock, the bus was coming from the other street. It stopped and opened its door.

- Mr. Kasperczyk? - The bus driver looked at him suspiciously - Show your ID

- Sure. - Mikołaj nodded and showed his ID, the driver promptly inviting him on board.

He walked into the bus, full of young men, probably not much older than himself. Some sat alone, sulking or sleeping, some laughed together in pairs. Seems normal enough. Mikołaj sat down in an empty seat and tired, pressed his head between the window and the seat, slowly falling asleep, still clutching his bag.

He slept through the whole journey, only the familiar face of Vasya, seemingly his new boss, waking him up.

- Wakey wakey sleepy-head. You all have to settle in your rooms. - He smiled. He had a charming aspect to his demeanor, but it kind of made Mikołaj uneasy. He nodded and stood up.

He wasn't sure how he was supposed to treat Vasya, so he'd rather avoid him.

- I will visit all of you in the evening after dinner, okay? - Vasya waved them goodbye and jumped right back into the bus. Was he on it the whole time and Mikołaj didn't notice? Maybe.

The boy looked around. The building was clearly a worker hotel but didn't look too cheap. It looked cozy, and the receptionist informed them they had all separate rooms. She also gave them the keys, and information regarding breakfast and dinner hours. It was all provided for. Mikołaj got a room on the second floor. He opened the wooden door, to see a comfortable-looking room, it was small, smaller than their already small flat but it was more than enough for him. The bed had a birch wooden frame, it was made, and covered with a soft beige blanket. Next to it was a big window and a nightstand, and a wardrobe, all made from birch to fit with the bed. The bathroom was also private. the door was on the right of the entrance, it was also pretty tiny, but it had a shower, toilet, and a sink, all relatively clean, so what more could he ask for?

Mikołaj put the bag down next to the bed and sent a quick text to his mom that he got there safely, and first taking off his shoes, he laid down on the bed. It was soft... and so comfortable. He cracked a little smile, he will buy a similar bed for himself when he gets back for sure. No more back pain and cranky mornings. He could lay in this bed for an eternity... almost forgetting what he was actually here for. Work. Physical work at that.

He rolled around on the bed until dinner time came around. It was probably the first time in forever he would eat an actual dinner, usually, it was just lunch, sometimes breakfast. The boy jumped from the bed and stretched a little.

- Foood... - He smiled, his belly growling from just a thought.

The dining room was pretty small, for sure all of the workers from the bus did not end up in the same hotels. He looked around. The tables were for two, max five people, and it was a buffet. A buffet... all you can eat one. Ah, how he wished it was like this every day at home. Or that at least he could share with his family but alas.

The buffet tables were filled with food, it wasn't the most expensive kind, but it made mikołaj salivate at the mere thought. Sausages, bread and a toaster for it, tomatoes, cucumbers, eggs, and different jams, cereals, and porridge, fresh fruit, coffee, tea...  It was a feast for Mikołaj, and afterward, he returned to his room, full, completely forgetting the visit from Vasya was supposed to happen. So he was relaxing in his room until a knock snapped him out of the light mood.

- Yes?

- It's me. I said I'd come. - It was the man's voice, giggly as always. Mikołaj opened the door and let him in. - You probably want to know what is the job right. - he chuckled a bit, and closed the door, yet still positioning himself as if he was guarding the door.

- well... Yeah, and when do we start? - Miko sat down on the bed again, staring intensely at Vasya. - It's not like prostitution is it?

- No, we wouldn't trick you into prostitution, oh my! - Yet his face looked suspiciously calm. - But you would be surprised what people pay for nowadays. Good money! Tell me little Miko, you're probably used to being beaten up huh?

Mikołaj's face turned white, and he gulped, feeling increasingly uncomfortable. He knew just from looking at him, didn't he? Or was it the giant barely healed wound on his eye the giveaway. Either way, the boy didn't like it one bit.

- What do you mean? - He finally spits out, not looking at Vasya anymore.

- It's simple, people pay for getting one of you, for ten hours, to do whatever they like. The rules are simple, no fatal injuries or rape, or else they deal with me and that's not going to be pleasant. I'm not a monster, I wouldn't let random people actually hurt you! - He said with a grin. - If customers like you, you get paid more usually. You can also agree to do sexual things but you don't have to. It actually doesn't pay that much around these parts.

- So you... You send us to be basically abused for ten hours and you pay us for it. What... What the fuck is wrong with you?

- Careful with those words, pretty boy. - the grin disappeared from the man's face, sending a chill down Mikołaj's spine. - You don't have a choice anymore. You signed your fate away for at least a month! If you break the contract, this family of yours will probably end up on the street soon. Time is ticking, you better do something. I'm giving you a generous offer!

- Sh-shut it. - He bit his lip. Vasya was right, they were on the verge of homelessness. - Okay. It... it's only one month.

- If they like you and you agree maybe tw-

- I know! Fine, holy shit, I will do it! Just... Send the money directly to my family alright?

- Will do that. I hope you stay for longer little Miko! Ah, you have an appointment already tomorrow, at noon, you will be escorted by a taxi from here. Good night and good luck! - He smiled and left the perplexed boy in his room.

#Summer Job #herb writes #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump blog

[ktellmeastory]

Waking Up In Vegas-Adam Sackler

can i ask for “Did we get married? and “That’s your fifth cup of coffee and it isn’t even noon yet" from the sentence prompt list with adam sackler and a vegas au?

So thank you for sending me this, I took forever with it and I am so sorry about that...that being said have 3,000+ words of Sackler being Sackler...

Going to Las Vegas with Adam Sackler was probably a bad idea.  Where should you not take a recovering alcoholic? If you said Vegas you’d have been right, but for whatever reason when he said he wanted to go there after the show he was in got their shut down notice.  They had barely been on Broadway for a year, but the show wasn’t making enough money and the producers had decided to end it.  Adam hadn’t been prepared for that to be the outcome, to him art, and theatre specifically wasn’t meant to be about the money.  It was for the art, and he had really believed the message of the piece. For it to be pulled out from under his feet for something as stupid as the money it made had driven him absolutely insane.  But the producers had paid all of the actors through the end of their contracts and when you found Adam later that night ripping apart the wooden beams in his apartment, he had asked you to go with him to Vegas. At first you had tried to talk him down from it, but then you realized that you weren’t going to stop him from going, just send him alone you had agreed to go along with him.  When you got to the airport in Vegas the next day, Adam had grabbed you around the waist, spun you around and told you it was time to get crazy.  He bought you both a room on the strip with double beds and you had spent the day exploring the strip together, doing all the touristy things before settling into one of those crazy buffets with a million foods to choose from for so cheap. This should have been your first clue that things weren’t going so well. Adam wasn’t someone to eat like this, he ate to keep himself going, but here he was eating things you were sure he’d never put in his mouth before. You quirked an eyebrow at him as you took a sip of your coffee, as he ate what you had counted as his third piece of fried chicken.  “What?” he asked, looking up at you cheeks full like a chipmunk.

“Nothing…I think I may be enjoying you eating fried food more than I ever thought I would” you tease with a laugh. He chuckled, leaning over to wipe his greasy face against yours, causing you to flinch and laugh.  “Stop stop stop!” you squeal, pushing your hand against his chest to stop him.

“Are you done?”

“Am I done? Are you?” you asked motioning to the plate in front of him.  

“Yea…fuck this shit…it’s all gonna go to my hips and my ass…I’m gonna have an ass like Beyonce and I’m not sure I’m meant to be bootylicious,” he said getting up and grabbing your hand and pulling you back out into the casino.  “Let’s get a drink” he said pulling you towards the bar.

“You don’t drink” you point out.

“Yea but you do…and I want to buy you a drink” he said as you both took a seat at the bar.

“Fine…one drink…” you say with a sigh as the bartender comes over.  But he doesn’t buy you just one drink and at some point, without you really noticing, he’s drinking too and the night starts to get blurry.  You remember walking the strip again, you sort of remember someone dressed as Elvis, something like a church and then cold metal.  The next thing you know, you’re waking up in the hotel room, your mouth is drier than the Sahara Desert and you just make it to the toilet before you’re upchucking all of that 99 cent buffet food. You’d groan out loud if you could figure out how, but the idea of that loud of a noise makes your head hurt.  When you think you may have finally gotten it all out of your system you get up, brush your teeth, splash some water on your face and head back out into the main room.  Adam is sitting up against the headboard of his bed, shirtless and looks over at you when you walk back in.  He holds up a bottle of water and advil and holds them both out to you.

“You’re gonna want these” he says, and you nod, laying over his lap as you take them from him.  

“I feel like I got hit by two trucks, a taxi and like 37 of those dudes who drive people around on those bike taxi things…”

“Rickshaws”

“What?”

“Rickshaws…that’s what those are called…” he said, smoothing your hair back from your face looking down at you.  “When we get back to New York…I need to get back into meetings…I fucked up…Really bad…” You bit you lip and looked up at him.  He shakes his head when he sees the look on your face.  “It wasn’t your job to keep me from it, or to get me to stop or anything…I did it…you couldn’t have stopped me even if you wanted to.”

“But if I hadn’t said yes to coming…”

“Then I would have been alone, and I probably would have done worse than got a little drunk…as it was, I only got a few in because I distinctly remember you taking my shots for me after a while…so I think you tried to keep me controlled even though you don’t really remember it.” He said tapping your nose with a grin before looking at his hand and raising an eyebrow.

“What?” you ask, confused by the look on his face. He looked over at you, licked his lips and then lifted his hand, showing you the front of his hand and the simple band on his ring finger. You sit up so fast, you’re afraid you’re going to be sick again.  “Adam…where did you get that…why do you have that…”

“I think the more important thing to think about is,” he says taking your hand lifting it to show you a matching band.  “Did we get married?” he asked looking at you.

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“Is that another cup of coffee?” Adam asks you as you slide the sleeve onto another cup of coffee as you head into the next Little Chapel.  There are exactly far too many fucking places to get married in Vegas and you’ve been searching all of them to find out if you got married, and if that marriage is valid and goddamn if you’re not going to drink as much coffee as you can.

“Why?” you ask turning to him, hair whipping in the breeze to glare at him.

“That’s your fifth cup of coffee and it isn’t even noon yet…you know caffeine is a drug…you can get addicted to it…”

“I swear to god Adam…” he laughs and puts his hands up in surrender.  You guys walk up the front desk of the chapel, hitting the little bell that’s on the counter.  You flinch ever so lightly and Adam chuckles softly, placing his hand on the small of your back.

“Oh I’m so glad you guys are back!” Says a woman who comes to the counter.  “You guys stumbled out of here so fast last night I didn’t get to give you a copy of your marriage license.” You’re almost sure you can hear it, the moment your heart falls out of your ass. She digs around under the counter for a moment before pulling out a piece of paper and holds it out towards you.  Adam is gracious enough to take it, looking down at it.

“Shit looks really good…real fucking real” Adam says studying the paper. And before she even says it, you know what she’s going to say.  You’ve seen enough of those waking up in Vegas movies to know, it’s a totally legal binding thing to get married in Vegas no matter how drunk you were.

“It should…cause it is…Now I know you two were a little out of it last night, but I did keep some of the pictures if you want to still purchase them…” She says typing some things on the computer in front of her.  You can feel yourself shaking your head, and you’re almost positive that if Adam hadn’t seen how freaked out you looked he might have actually let her show off a bunch of drunken photos of you and him getting actually married.  Actually married.

“You know what…Sarah…” he says looking at the girls nametag.  “Me and the Misses here are just going to go celebrate…But thank you very much” he says, slipping his hand into yours, using it to pull you from the chapel and back to the hotel.  You follow mostly in shock, sitting on the bed as he places the marriage license on his suitcase.  “You know…” he says leaning on the built-in dresser.  “You’ve been really quiet for a while now kid…so if you could maybe say something…”

“We’re married…Legally binding married…how are you not freaking out more?” You ask looking up at him. He sighs and shakes his head, kneeling in front of you.  “We got drunk…we got married…we’re legally married…”

“Hey hey hey…” he says, placing his hands on yours.  “There are worse ways I could wake up…Being married to you is a treat compared to the shit I got into when I was 14…and when we get home, I’ll get back to the AA meetings, scouts honor”

“Were you even a scout?” you ask, a small pout on your lips.

“For like two days…I got thrown out for yanking it in the tent” You can’t help the laugh that falls from your lips and you free a hand to slap his arm lightly. “They like look down on that or whatever…I thought I could get a wanking badge or something.” He jokes with you and his smile is infectious making you smile too. “Now don’t freak out so much…your way to pretty for that kid.”

“When we get back to the city, I’ll take this to the lawyers at work, they should be able to get it annulled pretty quickly…” he looks at you, and you see almost a moment of anger pass his eyes before he stands and walks over to his bed.

“Sounds good…”

“Okay…” you murmur, biting your lip.  “I really am sorry that this made this vacation so weird…” “Do you just not get the vibe or are you not interested or what?” he asks looking over at you.

“What?” you asked standing up and looking at him.  He turns away from you grabbing the pillow off his bed, putting it to his face and screaming. It would throw you off if you hadn’t seen him have moments like this before but instead of yelling at him, you walk over and grab it from him, pulling it from him lightly.  “What are you doing?”

“Listen…I’m kinda over this whole fucking thing…Obviously you aren’t interested and I’m tired of making a goddamn fool of myself about it!”

“Adam!  What are you talking about?”

“I fucking like you!  And my stupid fucking ass thought you knew that when you agreed to come here with me this weekend…I mean we spend so much time together, and I just assumed we were on the way to being together and taking it slow…you didn’t seem like the type to rush into fucking and I just figured…but obviously I was wrong…and I feel fucking stupid, cause here I am thinking…” you look at him as he talks, getting more and more animated as he does so. Yes you liked him, you had liked him from the moment you had met him, but you had never thought he was interested, especially because he had never tried to make a move…Well that wasn’t quite true was it?  He had almost kissed you a few months ago, that day he had run out in the rain with an umbrella to help you with your groceries.  He had leaned in, and you were sure he was going to kiss you on your doorstep but Mrs. Makovitz from 3B had asked get past him and the moment had passed.  But here he was, in front of you freaking out because he didn’t think you cared about him the same way he was admitting to.  You bit your lip before leaning up, grasping his cheeks in your hands and kissing him. His hands were in your hair the moment your lips connected, pulling you as close as he could, one hand traveling down to your lower back to pull you even that bit closer.  When you both needed to breathe he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.  “Listen kid…if you’re just doing this because you think it’s what I want…or some bullshit like that, don’t…only do this if this is what you want” you smile at him and shake your head, pulling his lips to yours in a sweeter kiss.

“I’ve had a crush on you for forever…I just didn’t think you liked me…” “Kid, I’ve more than liked you for a long time…I didn’t want to push you away…cause I do that…Hannah…Jessa…I didn’t want to chance doing that with you…”

“I’m not Hannah…or Jessa…or anyone else…I’m here…and I’m yours…if you want me” the smile that spreads over his lips is one that could melt the ice caps.  He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lip.

“You know…” he says, his hands on your hips, forcing them to do a small figure 8. “We’re married…”

“Yea…I will take care of it…I promise…” “Or…we could just you know…” “What?”

“Well we could stay married…”

“Wha…” “We could stay married…I mean I know it isn’t the most conventional thing but we could just stay married…date…but stay married…We’re gonna be together anyways why spend the money on doing something like getting an annulment or whatever?” you look up at him, realizing he’s being serious.  He smiles at you and you realize you’re not completely against it. The moment he realizes that you’re all for it, he dips down and presses his lips to yours again, his hands trailing down and to your ass grasping it, pulling your hips to his with a happy growl.  You laughed against his lips, arms going to wrap around his neck happily.  He picked you up, spinning you happily before kissing you again.  “Now listen…we can keep the whole going slow vibe if that’s what you want…but I’m really ready to consummate this marriage” He says, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively. You laugh again and lean down to kiss him softly.  

“Is that so Mr. Sackler?” you ask, nibbling his bottom lip teasingly.  The growl that comes from his lips this time is purely sexual as his grip on your ass tightens. You feel him shift and then your back is on the bed, Adam’s standing over you pulling his shirt off.

“I’m gonna count to 5 Mrs. Sackler, and you better be naked for me” he orders as he works on his own belt.  You watch him and he looks up, brown eyes locking with yours, a twinkling smile deep in them.  “5…4…” you gasp, bite your lip and pull your dress over your head flinging it to the side before going for the clasp of your bra. Adam finishes undressing to his boxers before he grabs your ankle and pulls you towards him causing you to laugh.  He grins at you, kissing up your thigh before pulling your panties down your legs and flinging them into the room. He groans as he sees your already glistening pussy, and licks his lips as he reaches forward to spread your legs.  “God damn I knew it was going to be like heaven getting you under me…” he tells you, before sliding his middle finger through your silky folds before pressing it into your tight heat.  A small whimper falls from your lips, your head falling back against the mattress, your hips pushing towards his hand.  He grins, pressing your hips back to the bed, one knee coming to lean on the bed as he adds another finger, beginning to pump them in and out of your center.  “I just want to get you ready…I want all your cum on my cock…”

“Fuck…”

“You like that…like the idea of cumming on my cock?”

“Yes…”

“You gonna cum on my cock like the good girl I know you are?”

“Y..yes…” He grins and leans down, kissing down your throat before sucking a dark mark into the skin right above your collarbone.  He pulls his fingers from you, sucking them into his mouth to clean all of your juices off his fingers. He removes his fingers with a popping sound before he slides his boxers off, grasping his large cock in his hand to pump it a couple times before he’s pushing into your tight heat, both of you gasping out happily.  It stings in all the best ways as he pumps into you until he can finally bottom out, both of you panting at the feeling.  He gives you the moment to adjust, his lips finding your pulse point, your nipples, and he waits for you to move your hips to give him the okay.  He starts thrusting now, his fingers of one hand digging into the headboard, the other pulling your hips to his as he fucks into you.  The only sound in the room is skin hitting skin and small gasps from your lips.  You reach up and pull his lips to yours, your legs wrapping around his hips.

“Fuck” he growls out as it gets him just that fraction of an inch deeper.  His hand goes to your thigh, fingertips digging into your skin as he holds you there.  You grind your hips against his as he buries himself, his pubic bone giving you wonderful friction on your clit.  He growls, and grabs your hips to flip you so you’re on top of him.  You gasp out, your hands going to his chest, nails digging in causing him to hiss in pleasure.  He plants his feet on the bed and starts to fuck up into you, pulling you down.  You start to move your hips against his and he groans out, his hand going to your clit to rub furious tight little circles against your hard nub. You moan out loudly and he lifts up on his other elbow to kiss your neck as he growls against your skin.  “You’re gonna cum and you’re gonna scream my name…got it kid?” you whimper out an agreement as you feel his fingers going harder and faster and suddenly you can’t keep your pace anymore, everything goes white and then your cumming, screaming his name like he asked you to.  He pumps a few more times into your pulsating heat and then he’s cumming, thick and hot coating your walls.  Adam falls back to the mattress and you fall to his chest, both of you riding the rest of that high. When you can finally breathe again, you rest your chin on his chest to look up at him.  He looks down at you and smiles, kissing the tip of your nose.  “Worth the fucking wait” he confirms with a chuckle.  You laugh and lift yourself off of him, both of you wincing at the loss of contact. When you sit up, he sits up with you, hands going around your waist to keep you from leaving.  “Where are you going…”

“I’ve got to pee…its good for you after sex” you tease with a laugh.  He grins, standing up and flipping you over his shoulder so you have a great view of his bare ass as he walks you to the bathroom. You laugh as you feel his hand smack down on your ass.

“Okay…but next time, you’re doing a handstand… “A handstand?” You ask as he puts you on the toilet.

“Yea…cause I want you full of my cum…” he says with a wink before leaving you there to look at your wedding band.  Maybe being Mrs. Sackler was going to be everything you thought and more.

#Adam snackler #waking up in vegas #Adam sackler x reader #Adam sackler #Adam sackler x you #Adam sackler imagine #Adam sackler fanfiction #Adam sackler/reader #Adam sackler/you #hbo girls #girls hbo #Adam driver

[youarejesting]

Femme: 42

Pairing: BTS - OT7 x Reader, GDragon x Bigbang, Eric Nam.

Rating: Mature

Length: 4.6k

Warnings: sex, pregnant sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral (female receiving), spanking, Tae-Jin sandwich, praise, birth. NO PROOF READING OR EDITING.

Announcement: this chapter was so easy to write I think it was because of all you guys showing it love. 

Recap: Yoongi had a taste for baby food, the Bangtan family moves house, the BTS Femme channel grows some more and Kyungju goes to daycare. You make an unlikely friend and save him from peril. Sharing an intense moment with Namjoon in the hospital. Namjoon’s father, the bean that he is, makes a new friend in Eric. 

Seokjin dressed in his nicest button-down and his softest emerald cardigan. He picked up his blazer with a smile. You were old fashioned and so was he, his mother always told him to bring a handkerchief and a Jacket so he could give them to his loved one. Sneaking glances to the other side of the master walk-in closet. You were only wearing your lingerie but you picked up a beautiful emerald green dress and some flats. You must have noticed his colour choice and decided to match.

He watched you struggle to pull the dress down over your belly and decided to help. He took the hem and gently unravelled the back and it slid down with ease. Giving him a big smile you eyed him up and down. How could he be so handsome? With nimble fingers, he brushed your hair behind your ear and secured it with a beautiful clip. It was a silver feather and looked rather cute on.

“I like when I can see your pretty neck, my love” He undid your velvet black collar and placed it onto the dresser. You felt a wave of shame. It felt wrong to not wear it. It was like you did something wrong and was being punished, you reached out to grab it but he was already fastening something to your neck. He steered you to the mirror to see a beautiful choker necklace.

It was stunning and your eyes went wide. With a delicate yet intricate design, it sat securely to your neck and with white gold chains hung a crescent moon with a star inside. “This is something pretty you can wear when going out” Turning you pressed your lips to his tasting a honey flavour. He pulled you close your round belly preventing your bodies from really touching. “We should be on our way”

You followed him in a daze. Seokjin stopped picking up his dark Jacket and pocketing a handkerchief for the journey. Walking out, Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok were all dancing with Kyungju. They wished you fun on your date and you left to a Kombi van in the driveway. “I know it’s not the nicest of cars but, with our growing family this seemed like the best choice”

“A van seriously!” That wasn’t the way he expected you to say it turning to your bright smile and adoring eyes, you ran to the doors and threw it open, you explored the inside with a childlike nature. “It’s huge”

“You like it?” “You kidding this is my dream car” “When I was a kid we would always go places, but someone always had to stay behind as there wasn’t enough room, or we had to take multiple cars and that really made me mad, but, this is amazing. We can take a camping trip to Taehyung’s family farm, his father keeps asking for us to visit” You ran your hands along the seats.

Seokjin checked the time and grinned, “We have to get moving we have reservations, let’s go for a drive” He started the engine and pulled out onto the road driving sensibly, his hand resting on your thigh. Unwinding the window you laid your head just on the edge of the door so you could feel the breeze.

You were happy. Truly. There was nothing you wanted more than a drive on a warm night with a cool breeze. Arriving at a beautiful theatre you thought that perhaps you were watching a musical or ballet. But he led you through the crowds to grab some snacks and drinks. He waited outside the bathroom while you went. You knew you had to go before whatever you were watching.

You were glad of your choice as it wasn’t a musical, play or Ballet. It was a comedy show and you were laughing so hard enjoying the show. Seokjin was laughing so hard it made everyone laugh even more. After the show, you both ate at a buffet talking to your camera for your channel talking about your night. Laying your head on his shoulder listening to him sing to the radio. This was perfect. It always took Seokjin a long time to relax from work. You loved his childish side.

Arriving home giddy from the evening activities, you both headed to the bathroom. Seokjin ran a warm bath with scents and candles, he stepped in first and pulled you to sit between his legs. You laid back against his chest and he ran his warm hands over your belly, trickling warm water over the baby bump. He giggled into your hair as he felt the baby wiggle and move inside you.

“This baby is definitely JK’s, Kyungie barely moved in your belly, but this little one is an active one, and that scares me” Deciding to move to the bed when you yawned for what seemed like the thirtieth time. Sinking into the soft mattress your back clicking back into place as your spine stretched out, Seokjin draped his arm over your waist and held your belly his soft breathing in your ear.

Taehyung feeling your presence in his sleep rolled over sliding his hand past you to hold Seokjin’s waist his soft flat tummy pressed against your swollen one. He spoke to you in his sleep not really making sense but just mumbling to you. Your dreams were filled with vivid colours and strange concepts.

You woke the next morning still wrapped up in a Tae-Jin sandwich, you tried to escape to go to the toilet. They woke and laughed watching you waddle off to the bathroom. When you left the bathroom the two were still lying there looking so comfortable sharing kisses. They held their arms out wiggling their fingers enticingly in your direction. You crawled back in between them and they stripped you from your clothes kissing and touching you so gently.

Taehyung took out his camera and was snapping pictures of the two of you asking you about your date. Seokjin was kissing and massaging your body making loud moans escape your body. Taehyung fascinated by the sounds escaping your body covered your mouth with his and mingled his own to make beautiful harmony. Seokjin smiled up at you.

“Taehyung-ssi, let’s climb to the top” Taehyung grinned at his Hyung the two using two fingers to walk up the small hill that was your belly. “Wow, the view is so beautiful up here?”

After the playful banter and laughter between the two, you crossed your arms feigning anger. “No you are beautiful, we love you?” “Prove it?” “Are you sure you want this handsome Oppa to prove to you how much he loves you, you might regret it”

“I don’t see an Oppa, I see Taehyungie and an Ajhussi” you grinned and his mouth fell open. “The disrespect,” he said rolling you onto your side and spanking your bottom, he was in no way assertive like Namjoon, Hoseok or Yoongi but he played the part well none the less. “You will regret these words”

Lifting you onto your hands and knees he didn’t hesitate to join his lips to your heat. Taehyung grinned watching your mouth fall open unable to retort. You were a mess when he tongue circled your clit fingers curling deliciously inside your pussy. Hand lurching forward trying to grab for Taehyung, who interlaced your fingers together.

Taehyung was truly captivated by your beautiful bodies. His trousers were extremely tight and he shifted uncomfortably. You felt the warmth in your lower regions spreading while the coil in your stomach twisted further ready to snap. Seokjin pulled back, “Tell me, my love, If I am an Ajhussi then I must be too old to fuck you” he licked his lips wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“I don’t think you are too old Hyung” Taehyung grinned at Seokjin, the two had been fooling around a lot, experimenting and switching the roles of their bedroom relations. You were always interested to see who took charge on their day to day intimacy. “Ah, then I shall have to fuck my Taehyungie instead unless someone wants to beg me.” Seokjin raised his eyebrows towards your panting form he really almost had you on his tongue earlier.

“Jinnie please, it was a joke” He didn’t listen climbing onto Taehyung and kissing him his hand sliding into the photographer’s baggy lounge pants. Taehyung was clutching the front of Seokjin’s shirt his back arched trying to suppress any sound. “Ngh…” Taehyung was panting heavily his strangled whines the only sound he could communicate. “Come on pretty boy, you can do it” Seokjin’s fist tightened around Taehyung’s cock pumping faster trying to send him over the edge. He was squirming unable to stay still as he came onto his stomach and chest.

“Jinnie can you please do that with me?” “What did you say?” “Can you please fuck me” you muttered “I can darling”

Propped up with pillows against the headboard, Seokjin knelt between your legs stroking his dick, He took his time burying himself between your wet folds. Taehyung was exhausted but grabbed his camera to take some photos his eyes never leaving the place where you two were joined. “That’s beautiful” he smiled you knew he had a strange way of seeing things and this had to be one of those moments. “It just looks like love”

Taehyung was so sentimental and found beauty in the strangest things.

Jung kook was walking around the house in his tank top and gym shorts, he finished work hours ago and yet hadn’t had time to change. He was fiddling with his fingers and pulling at the hair to the new nursery, he was unsettled. You finally had enough and called him in. His eyes were shadowed, you knew whatever it was had been plaguing him for more than this evening “What is wrong Yeobo?”

“Nothing really” “Kookie, tell me please I want to know” “I am nervous, it’s getting closer and I don’t want to see you in pain again, I… I just can’t” “Kook, millions of women before me have had children in worse conditions, I think I can handle it okay, it’s enough to know you care” “I will be there and I will hold your hand the whole time” “You make it sound like it’s my first day of school, Kookie I would rather you weren’t there because I don’t want you to see me in pain or you will blame yourself for the rest of your life, I want you to be strong and wait with the boys and sing me that pretty song you all wrote for my birthday”

Gasping you took his hand and placed it against your tummy he waited patiently. This wasn’t the first time he felt the baby kick but it was his favourite thing. You loved how his face would light up his eyes sparkling and bunny teeth on show. He ran out the room his feet tapping against the floor, you were confused and before you could follow him he ran back wearing a jacket.

“I made something?” He opened the jacket to reveal a black shirt with white writing it read ‘Team Y/N’ and it had a bulletproof vest emblem over the heart. He smiled and held up yours and he flipped it over and it said ‘Mum’ on the back in Korean. He turned and you saw ‘Dad’ written on his back. He then held up two tiny suits one said ‘brother’ and another ‘baby’. “I made them for everyone, the boys have theirs laid out on the bed for later.”

You felt extremely encouraged, you were going to have your own little cheerleading team. The nursery was finally painted and decorated the theme was grey, white and pastel mint green, the clothing colours you had chosen were pastel mint green and white.

You were finally full term, the due date had past and you were playing a waiting game. Trying everything safe to help you go into Labour. You were dancing not too vigorously when that didn’t work you gently bounced on a birthing ball. An Idea struck you and you walked into the studio and turned Yoongi’s chair. He froze looking up at you. Sweeping him into a kiss, he was quick to get the message pushing his equipment aside and taking you on the desk. That is until you felt the third contraction in the forty-five minutes of your activities.

He lifted your right leg and hooked it over his arm so he was able to fuck you deep, just like you liked. He was cumming hard inside you when he felt a warm wet feeling and he opened his eyes and looked down frowning. “Did your water break again?” “Yeah, I think it did?” “Why does this always have to happen to me” he laughed moving you from his desk before you ruined his expensive workstation and walked you to the master bathroom and started a shower, he helped you clean up rubbing your back when your contractions took over.

Your body must know what was happening because everything was progressing faster, you were more relaxed and not particularly scared as you had done this all before.

The boys came home after work, each wearing team shirts that said ‘Dad’ on the back. Seokjin had picked up Kyungju and they all arrived to see you leaning over the back of the couch. Grabbing your bags and things you all piled into the van heading to the birthing clinic. Everyone was dressed in the team shirts that Jungkook had made and you updated your channel on the baby being on the way.

Your phone was buzzing, all your friends and family were messaging to wish you luck. Namjoon’s father and Eric were holding a good luck banner, and there was a message from Inshik telling you how strong you were.

The boy left when the active labour began and you were all business, you knew what to expect so you weren’t going to cry, not this time. You were pushing and breathing in time. The boys started singing outside the birthing suite. “Baby I know, I can make it better, I can hold you tighter…”

With them singing, you took deep breaths and pushed, but the baby didn’t cry. It was like a shock through the heart and the nurse cleared the airways and you heard the shrill cry that made tears pour from your eyes. The baby was placed on your chest and you sobbed it was the biggest scare of your life.

You took a shower and changed laying back on the bed ready to be taken to your wardroom, the boys all stepped inside they swarmed around you. Jungkook sobbing into your neck. They brought the baby over for the boys to see.

“It’s a boy Kookie, you have a son, I know we have been looking at a lot of potential names and I think I like the one you suggested first, Jeon Jeongsan.”

“JeonJeon, has his mother’s hair” Hoseok smiled cradling the newborn while Jungkook hovered for his turn once more.

“He is cute our little JJ” You grinned as Jimin stepped in front of Jungkook for the next hold. It was like Jungkook couldn’t get enough of it. He would hear one noise and look at you panicked, just for you to tell him that it was a sneeze.

“Is he cold, I can get his blanket”

“Jaykay, he is perfectly fine, just relax, sit down and admire your son like a proud father” Yoongi smiled and pulled the maknae to sit beside him. “Tonight we shall toast some whiskey, what do you say, and I can impart some dad secrets”

When you had brought the baby home Jungkook was hysterical, you couldn’t take him seriously. You walked in on him changing the baby in rubber gloves and a peg on his nose. 

Taehyung starred at the baby and hummed, “his eyes are so big, they must be your eye shape, y/n, he looks like he could be part of an anime, look they sparkle”

Namjoon was doing the washing. He placed the baby in the basket of dry clean clothes and made faces while stacking the washing machine. He left the laundry only to shout “THE BABY” and rushing back in apologizing profusely scooping up Jeongsan from his comfy bed and taking him to the living room. He had been quite peaceful curled up in the clean washing and you suspected he had a sensitive nose like his father.

Jeongsan was definitely a sensitive baby, he almost refused to be held by anyone who wasn’t his biological father, to the point where Jungkook took longer leave off work to help settle the baby. He even refused to breastfeed so you were reduced to pumping so that Jungkook could feed the baby. He became a Mumma bear. Making sure his son had enough to eat, he knew all of Jeongsan’s cues and mannerisms. As much as you found it cute you were devastated that your baby didn’t want you.

That is until he was almost a month old, he woke up in the middle of the night crying, and wouldn’t settle for Jungkook, you took him into your arms and he settled instantly. He didn’t seem to want to leave you and after you fed him you felt yourself breaking down. You had held it in so long and pretended it didn’t bother you but the relief when he came to you to feel safe brought you comfort.

Kyungju walked into the room -he had discovered how to escape his crib recently- Woogie in one hand and two fingers in his mouth. He climbed up onto the bed and over every single sleeping figure until he found his father. Yoongi in his sleep lifted his arm and allowed the boy to settle into his chest.

After that night Jeongsan preferred to stay close to you, but when he fussed you took him to Jungkook and he nuzzled his father's shirt trying to smell his skin.

Kyungju’s was one and a half and loved to play on his toy piano he got on his first birthday. Yoongi took the tiny toy and began playing songs for his son complaining as there were only ten keys and what could his son play. You had the audacity to tell your musical husband that you could successfully play hot cross buns and he threw a stuffed poodle at you. Kyungju copied anything his father did, this included and wasn’t limited to; sitting beside his father while he worked in the studio, while Yoongi played the piano he sat beside playing his toy one, making grunts instead of answering and some serious swear words you had scolded your husband for even though you admitted it was cute.

“Mama, JayJay Woogie” Kyungju said urgently and you grinned taking the small comfort toy from your youngest and handed it to its rightful owner. This brought up problems as your youngest wouldn’t settle, you ordered online a small soft bunny that resembled the soft Cat greatly.

“Come on my Ju, let's go get something to eat you want nummas?” You grinned and the boy squealed following you. “What do you want?” “Eggy Bread, Eggy Bread” he shouted it amused you how he thought an omelette shared any resemblance to bread. Hoseok scooped Kyungju up from behind and blew raspberries on the boy's belly tickling him. He stilled the wiggling child in his arms long enough to press a searing kiss to your lips. “No Daddy-bi dat my mummy”

“Oh is this your mummy, but I want to kiss mummy. Can I kiss mummy?” he asked the boy politely, throwing in a please for good measure the boy crossed his arms and shook his head. “No my mummy” He shouted once more covering Hoseok’s mouth when he leaned in for another kiss. “Just one kiss, please Juju or I will get sad” “Okay mama,” he said and Hoseok made sure he got his money worth kissing you for as long as he could.

Not wanting to alarm anyone but you were experiencing some really bad issues. You were having trouble seeing, your eyes couldn’t focus but the optometrist said it wasn’t your eyes but your brain. Your hair had started to shed not excessively, but enough to notice a difference, you assumed it was because of the change in weather. There were days where you couldn’t physically eat without puking. You were losing so much weight. Randomly your limbs would go numb and you couldn’t feel anything. 

You had kept it all a secret but you had fainted one afternoon in front of Namjoon. Having to come up with an excuse that you were tired and dehydrated you were sent to bed with a bottle of water for when you felt thirsty.

You watched Kyungju and Jeongsan grow up together, you smiled the older always taking his brother's hand and taking him on adventures around the house and backyard. The two would look at bugs and smile bringing them to show you their hands grubby with dirt and mud.

Kyungju turned two years old and was talking with almost proper words. He was still quite small. Yoongi’s mother assured you he was like that as well despite their appropriate appetites. Jeongsan was one year old today and you were holding a party in the park. It was June which meant the weather was amazing and you gave everyone ice cream from the van.

You smiled watching Seokjin talk about his new position as CEO after handling the account issues and managing the Hotel successfully all those years he was finally promoted working just under the board of directors. Eric was looking healthy and happy, he was getting ready for his final year at high school and was applying for both jobs and university. 

You felt your head spin momentarily before everything went black.

Waking in the hospital you sat up and everyone was standing around you, they had taken some tests while you slept and everyone was waiting on the results. A nurse came in and asked what you were experiencing and when you explained the boys were horrified that you kept something so serious from them. The fear in their eyes was intense.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get sick?” “Miss Y/N, is it?” The doctor knocked poking his head inside you nodded “It seems you are pregnant but your immune system is feeling quite attacked, it seems you haven’t received your vaccinations since being unfrozen, as the world develops new virus’ and bugs are created and you are no longer immune to this world, now three of these vaccinations are several harmful to an unborn child, and the rest are perfectly safe, you have a few options, you don’t seem far along in your pregnancy by the levels of estrogen and progesterone you are no more than a month or two. That being said we can Terminate the pregnancy and you these life-saving vaccinations or we can proceed with this pregnancy without the three major vaccines which are not recommended as it could kill you and the baby. Or we can give you the vaccinations and risk terminating the pregnancy or cause major side effects to your baby's development. The thing is, something is affecting you. We don't know which illness it is but it needs to be fixed as it is putting stress on your body essentially killing you slowly”

“I don’t want to terminate the pregnancy, give me all of them except the three major ones” “Wait we need to talk about this?” Namjoon said and they all looked alarmed

You had a major debate between the options and you stood your ground, you don’t know what it was, a mother’s intuition, hysteria or what but you knew you couldn’t terminate the pregnancy. Everything was going well, you were able to eat once more, you were feeling better and it was October. The boys were dressed up for Halloween and they went trick or treating in the neighbourhood. You were dressed up as a pumpkin and you walked the streets when you felt a sharp pain, you led the boys back home quickly and were trying to hold it together near them.

You found out it was Taehyung’s baby and he was inconsolable for day’s he kept apologizing that it was his fault and you were going to die. You reassured him often you were feeling healthy and ready to take on the world. It took him a long while before he was excited for the new baby to come. He finally started talking to your baby and was delighted when the first kicks came in. He soothed the baby when it got restless with his deep smooth voice and decorated the new babies nursery he chose white grey fawn and hints of orange. You smiled as there were cute outfits he bought a beautiful little bear comfort toy that matched Kyungju’s cat and Jeongsan’s bunny. He sang strange songs to your belly every night. One afternoon you were watering the garden in a sky blue dress watching Kyungju pull his brother along chasing a butterfly.

“She looks like a blue parrot, would you come fly to me” His hands wrapped around you swaying you back and forth as he sang.

Something was wrong, you weren’t due until January, but these were strong contractions. The boys weren’t home and you needed to go to the hospital. You laid down and the contractions stopped. Relieved you rested on the couch while the boys played and ate their snacks. Yoongi came home and walked over to the couch he rubbed your belly gently.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as your face was too scared for this to be okay. “I was getting contractions, but I am only six months Yoongi the baby won’t live if they are born now” “It’s okay, everything is okay?” He kissed you and you felt a popping sensation and a big gush of warm water escape you like in the movies. He froze and looked down as he was yet again the victim of your water breaking. “I call bullshit, I didn’t even touch you”

Jumping into action he got you all into the car and to the hospital, they laid you in the bed and did an ultrasound checking to see if the baby was under stress and how developed you were. “Your babies are in fact full-term, their heart and lungs look perfectly normal and they seemed ready to come out, we won’t delay the labour, but would you prefer to deliver them naturally or via C section?”

You were shocked he said babies as in more than one, you looked at your stomach which wasn’t extremely huge. “What do you mean babies?” “How many are in there?” “There are two?”

“You were waiting until you were fully dilated, Yoongi had started filming hoping the others would turn up soon. Taehyung ran in and was frantic, he grabbed your hand and started kissing you. “What’s going on, it’s too early?” Hoseok asked “The babies were further along than was estimated” Yoongi smiled “Welcome to the club” “Babies?” Namjoon picked up on the plural

You held up two fingers, with a giggle.

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Escape...

The dark forest continued on for more than a ‘a few kilometers`, and Gemma increasingly became more and more drained. She became irritated at her English teacher, she had said this wasn’t even going to take that long, she had been relentlessly walking for the past two and a half hours. The Dark Oak trees that surrounded them were of great size and looked elegant as the danced with the light winds.

“Were nowhere near the cabins, are we? You said this aint gonna take long, miss.”, Gemma grunted as she unraveled herself from a vine of branches. Gemma wasn’t those people who liked to go outside. She always rather to sit and stay at home snuggled up in her blanket and sipping on her overly sweet hot chocolate. Besides, she was an introvert and stayed to herself.

“Now Gemma, when I said this wasn’t going to take long, I meant it,” her teacher smiled, “The cabins are a half an hour walk away.”

The whole class complained when they heard it.

It was now practically lunchtime and Gemma wouldn’t let that pass, even if she was in a deep, creepy forest. Her classmates took refuge under the trees.

“Miss d’know that its lunchtime, an’ I aint gonna let that pass. I don’t care if we half an hour away. I'm gonna eat, if you wanna continue walkin’ then fine by me. Aint me who gonna lose their job.”, she said as she grabbed her sandwich from her bag and sat down on a tree branch.

Gemma's teacher sighed and shook her head and let the children eat their lunch.

“Hey Gemma?”, yelled one of her classmates, “Did you get forced to come out ‘ere ‘cos I know you hate the outdoors ‘cos your lazy.”

The rest of the class snickered.

Geez they never appreciate anything, she thought, why do I even bother to help ‘em.

After they finished their lunch, they continued their trek through the forest. Birds chirped their afternoon song and flew high in the sky. The blue atmosphere open and bright.

Finally, they arrived at the cabins. They were insignificant and wooden. Lined up like soldiers along the gravel ground. There was a wooden campfire sitting in the middle. A big cabin for the teachers (unfair) and another for an eating quarter. Everything was made of wood and it hurt her eyes. Too much wood.

The sign at the entrance read, Pine Wood Camps.

They all went to the eating quarters and everyone sat on tables, well almost everyone, Gemma was the only one standing up because there weren't any extra chairs apparently.

I think everyone hates me, even my English teacher. Really, I think everyone Is set out to ruin my life, she muttered.

At the end of the meeting everyone was assigned to cabins and to her absolute trouble she had to SHARE cabins, why couldn’t the others just sleep outside? She was taken to Cabin 3, along with Stephanie, one of the sporty girls, who were popular. Angel, the nerdy one. Katie, the annoying one, she keeps on rambling on about her short-lived career of being the face of a toothbrush company. Gemma despised her. How could she ever live with these three, in a small dusty cabin for a MONTH?! She had to leave. But they were stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere. Where did Mrs. Magel even find this place, probably from her shady husband who keeps saying that when the police are around be on high alert, because he always is. There are rumors that say he is an escaped felon. Gemma didn’t care, right now. All she wanted to do was leave. And she was going to!

As they unloaded their bags in silence, Mrs. Magel came in and passed them sheets, they were chores sheets. They had chores to do?! Ok, Gemma had to find a way to escape! The nights were too dark, but in the day, everyone was out. Evening would be right; she would finish dinner early and get back onto the track through the forest and by the dock. The boats came by whenever you pressed a button, letting them know that someone was waiting at the island for a boat. The journey all together would take at least seven to eight hours. It would be almost daylight when she gets back to the land. From there she would have to take a taxi into the city, take the next train back into central New York and then another train back home. To Gemma that was way too long, so she decided to stay for a few days to chart out the place and try to find the quickest way out of this misery.

“I aint doin’ this,” Gemma said as she tossed the piece of paper onto her bed.

“You gotta be kidding me Gemma, you have to do it.”, Katie laughed.

“You aint my mama, leave me alone. I do what I wanna do. Got it?”

“Ok... but if Mrs. Magel finds out you aint doing your chores, you're gonna get into trouble.”, smirked Katie.

Gemma growled at Katie before turning back to unpack her bags.

By the time they were done, it was dinner and they had to go outside to eat. Who eats dinner outside, in the dark? It was WINTER for god sake! Still, she stepped out the door and into the eating quarter. It had been decorated with beautiful lights and string decorations, it looked nicer than it had before. When you climbed up the few stairs to get in, there was a buffet of food. Heated, smoking pasta, warm rice, and spaghetti. Along with sides, desserts, drinks, and sauces. Maybe camp wasn’t so bad?

Erase that, the food is good, camp is bad.

Gemma took her seat on a table and grabbed up some food. Pasta was her favorite so she got that with some sides. The desserts bar was not open yet, so she waited as she ate up her dinner. As everyone else piled in to get their food, Gemma went to the bathroom. Dinner, for her was done.

As she opened the door of the bathroom, she found out that it was a one-person room, there weren’t any cubicles. She locked the door and sighed. Finally, some peace and quiet. The toilet was cold, but she was indoors, and the heater was on. That’s weird she thought. The mirror on top of the sink was small, and a little high. But not too high. She could still see herself.

Tired and messy…

Bright golden lights hung above her, making the lighting in the room look beautiful, in spite of her looking not her best. Putting the lid of the toilet down and resting on it, she thought about her scheme.

Wait! Before they came to camp, whilst they were in the forest Mrs Magel gave everyone a map of the forest and what camp will look like. She remembered that she put it in her hoodie pocket, so she grabbed it. Delighted, she opened the sheet and stared at it, searching desperately for a speedy way to get into the forest and outside of it. The sheet in her hand shook, as excitement grew inside of her.

A knock at the door, made her jump.

“Hello? Who’s in there? Are you okay? Its Mrs Magel.”

“Oh its-err- Gemma. I’m fine miss, I’ll be out in a sec.”, she said panicking.

“Ok, the dessert bar is open now, so if you want some, come get it before the others finish their dinner.”, she smiled.

“Yeah, yeah. I will.”, Gemma got up and pretended to wash her hands, she hadn’t used the bathroom. She unlocked the door and  outside she met Mrs Magel, who used the toilet after her.

Gemma walked to the dessert bar. What should she get? There were different types of cakes, puddings, pies, and custards. Ice cream too. Who’s kidding? She grabbed two pieces of each dessert, except the apple pie. She didn’t like apple pie, it made her feel sick and want to throw up. Putting her desserts on plates and bowls, she stumbled away to her room, balancing the treats carefully on her hands and arms. Lucky, Gemma didn’t choose the top bunk and so she clambered onto her bunk. Putting some of the desserts on the bed around her and on the floor.

Angel didn’t have dinner and so she had already gone to bed; well, she was reading. They intelligent girl was sleeping on the opposite bunk and spotted how much Gemma had bought with her from the buffet.

“Hey Gemma? What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be having dinner?”, she put her book behind her and climbed down the bunk ladder. Slowly, she walked to Gemma’s bed.

“I had dinner before everyone else came, the dessert bar opened a few minutes ago, so I grabbed pretty much everything and ran away.”, she laughed.

“Can I have a piece of chocolate cake?”, Angel asked.

“Yeah, sure you can have a slice. Just remember that I love my dessert so only a slice!”, Gemma made it clear. Angel nodded and grabbed a piece.

Quickly, she grabbed the map from her pocket yet again. Scanning over more routes, she got her notebook and started to pinpoint them. Angel stopped munching on her piece of cake and gave her a perplexed look. Gemma looked up but disregarded her.

“What- err-what you doin’ there?”, she raised her head to see.

“Oh-er I’m just looking at different places in camp. Yeah.”, nodding her head, she stuffed the notebook and map back into her backpack. Together they ate the rest of the desserts.

As they finished up the other girls came. Katie and Stephanie, walked in and got dressed for bed, not even saying hello to Angel or Gemma. Why did she have to share a cabin with the two coldest humans?

Angel thanked Gemma for letting her eat the treats together and went straight to bed. After a while, Stephanie walked in from the bathroom, followed by Katie. And they both went to sleep. Gemma, however, was still awake. She sat up on her bed. Staring into the cabin’s darkness. She still hadn’t changed out of her clothes and didn’t take a shower when they had arrived a few hours ago.

Suddenly, she became aware of one fact she hadn’t considered all day- this was the first time she was away from home. Far away from home. In shock, she got her slippers on and went outside. The cool night air brushed against her straw-colored hair. The saplings waved around in harmony with the wind. It was a friendly, breezy night. The silence made her sigh deeply, it was the first time in a while she was able to breath freely. She smiled. Staring into the murky, deep-rooted forest that startled Gemma she shook her head because suddenly, something caught her eye. A movement in the woods. Then the loud sound of leaves crunching. The peace had been ruined.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”, she shouted out into the air, confused about who could be out at this time at night.

Nothing......

“Hello? Michael is that you? I’m not scared y’know!”

Gemma sighed and started to walk toward the woodland. It was just Michael. Right?

Gemma’s bear arms were freezing as she got closer. Her messy hair following the direction of the wind, which was now getting stronger.

Another crunch. A twig- SNAP!

It echoed around the whole camp. That wasn’t Gemma… Maybe it is just an animal. It must be. Who else would be walking around in the creepy woods at midnight? Cautiously entering the woods, her eyes darted around, trying to make out what was making that noise.

“Hello?!”

SNAP! With that leaves fired up into the air, the- whatever that was- started to run. Run fast. Inhumanly fast. If a human doesn’t run like that then it’s safe to say it’s an animal. Or so she thought…

Jumping at the sound, she hit the tree with her foot. Now she was scared. Turning to walk away, she noticed something that she hadn’t before. A shoe. A Nike shoe. Whoever or whatever that was, was wearing shoes. Maybe this isn’t an animal after all.

“Hello?! I aint gonna hurt ya’. Why you runnin’ from me?”

Suddenly, whoever that was stopped. Froze. More twigs snapped. More leaves crunched.

“What?”, a quiet voice croaked. It was so quiet that if even there was a breath, she wouldn’t have been able to hear it.

“Hello? What your name?”, she grabbed a ring light her mum gave to her and shined it in front of her.

“Camila.”

Gemma walked closer and smiled.

“You didn’t come with us when we were on the trip. I know we don’t have a Camila in my class. What you doin’ ‘ere?”

“I was left behind from my other class. I have been living inside the cabins until you came.”

“Do you wanna come back to the cabins? I’ll tell miss that you need somewhere to stay.”

“No, it’s okay. She will think I’m suss.”, Camila shook her head and walked off.

Nothing seemed fishy about Camila. Gemma chased after her. She was going to let her stay. Whether Mrs Magel wanted her to or not. After she caught up with Camila, she agreed to come back to the cabins and stay with her. In the morning they would talk to Mrs Magel.

They walked back to the wooden cabins. Talking about what they should do the next day.

As the early morning rose, the teachers came to wake everyone. Going from cabin 1-20. As Mrs Magel came to Cabin 3, she jumped at the sight of Camila.

“Who is this?!”, she asked as she grabbed Camila by the arm.

“Mrs Magel, that aint how you say good mornin’ now. This is Camila. ‘Er other school left ‘er behind and she’s been takin’ shelter in the cabins, but when we came, she ‘ad to go to the woods. She has nowhere to go. Just- miss look at ‘er.”, Gemma continued to tell her teacher how she found her. Despite her getting into trouble for being outside alone at night, Mrs Magel hesitantly agreed to let Camila stay.

Little did they know that Camila was not who they thought she was, instead a manipulative demon…

Camila became popular when she was introduced to the rest of the class. Everyone was all over her, asking questions like the nosy news reporters back at central New York. Camila didn’t seem to be fazed by the others and answered them like a pro. Had she been discovered by other students from other school, who were rude enough to just leave her alone? Or was she one of those popular girls at her old school, who knew?

As the day continued, Camila and Gemma stayed together and helped with everything. They began to become close friends. And by the end of the day, Camila knew everything about Gemma and Gemma knew everything about Camila.

Mrs Magel called everyone outside into the greenspace. They were going to play a game, to reward them for their work during the day. (Today was just a working day, getting the campsite cleaned up).

“All right everyone before we play the chosen game for today, I have some exciting news,” she smiled happily that it seemed scary, “Tomorrow we will be going a hike through the woods and up into those hills!”

She turned to point at the far away green hills. You could barely even see them as they were hidden behind a few long pine trees. The class groaned.

“That sounds lie fun, why are you all moaning?”, Camila spoke up.

“That’s the attitude. Well done Camila.”, the teacher praised her.

Camila smiled. She had told Gemma that she loves the outdoors and wouldn’t complain if they were going on hikes. When Gemma told her that she was the complete opposite they laughed.

“Ok, today we are going to play a game of catch with a twist. During the game you must be silent and quick. When the ball is thrown to you, if you catch it your fine but if you miss the catch you aren’t out yet. You have a chance to still be in the game. If the ball has been passed to more than three people, whilst you run around the circle, you are then out. Remember if I hear you, even just a whisper, your also out.”, Mrs Magel started the game by throwing the ball to Camila.

The game went on without anyone dropping the ball and so the teacher tried to make it harder. Finally, after some time, the ball started to be dropped.

As the game continued to go on for a few more minutes Camila kept winning every round so Mrs Magel had to take her out for a few rounds. Once other people started to win, she put her back in, but as soon as she passes the ball to another student their hand seemed to be freeze. Ice growing out from their fingertips and grew around their palms. In a few seconds, their whole hand was covered in an ice block. Teena who had been the victim of this mysterious incident screamed when saw what happened. Mrs Magel shrieked out and took her to the First Aid Room.  

“You continue on playing,” she gave Camila a strange look and continued to take Teena.

“What the hell was that?”, Michael stepped forward and picked up the ball.

“I don’t know that was weird.”, Gemma replied.

Everyone turned to look at Camila, what had she done?

“Do you have powers or somethin’ ‘cos that was strange? Your weird.”, someone in the back said, it was Katie.

“Excuse you, don’t talk to me like that!”, then she threw herself on top of Katie.

They started to fight each other. Shrieking and arguing.

“Camila! Stop that!”, Gemma shouted.

“Shut up!”, she cried.

Gemma grabbed Camila off the floor and pushed her to the side. Camila brushed herself off and stormed off to the cabins. Gemma chased after her.

  Camila

 I ran away from the others. Who did that girl think she was? Ugg if it hadn’t been for Gemma, I would have KILLED HER! Slamming the cabin door open I sat down on my friends’ bed and unrolled my sleeve. Good, its still there. I am lucky I didn’t change. Staring at the blank wooden cabin walls, Gemma came in. Quickly I rolled my sleeve back up.

“What was that outside?”, she said.

“Leave me alone! I haven’t been around others lately.”, I got up of the bed, “I didn’t do anything to Teena, I don’t know what happened out there, but I didn’t do it.”

“I believe you but its not about that. You threw yourself onto Katie!”

“Don’t you not like her anyway?”

“Yes, but you shouldn’t have done that. Like her or not.”

Suddenly I felt a tingly sensation in my arm, uh oh I was going ti change. I do not know why I can’t control it. If she sees me, I must kill her.

“Sorry, I need to go. Ill be back in a few minutes.”, my voice lowered, and Gemma gave me a puzzled look and nodded. Quickly I ran out of the room and ran into the woods behind our cabin. I liked it when I changed though. I roam around killing. I was going to kill Gemma when I saw her the other night but when she offered me to stay in the cabins with her and meet the other students then I knew it would be the perfect opportunity to do some work. The dark clouds began to spill out rain.

“HLEEO WAHT ARE YUO DINOG HREE? I JTSU WNANA PALY. FLOLOW ME!”

I stood in front of the little girl. So, her name was Katie. She was a thin girl, brown hair. Pretty eyes, too. My hand tightened as I squeezed the air out of her, like a helium balloon, what fun! My long nails digging into her arms, I want to inflict as much pain I can as possible.

“DNOT CYR IST OLNY GNONA HRUT A LTLTIE BTI.”, I laughed.

Now was she scared? If she was lying before then now, she was.

Katie dropped onto the floor, weak and lifeless. I got my sharpest nail and sliced her neck off, clean.

“Goodbye Katie.”, and with that I turned back into Camila. An innocent girl, who secretly found joy in killing not just enemies but friends too.

Walking out of the woods, I took good care to clean myself off and for no one to see me. When I walked back into the cabins, I saw Gemma had gone. I went out the front door to see where she had gone, but there was no sign of anyone.

Eventually I found them all in the First Aid Room. This was bad, if they found Katie’s body out there, they would know somethings up. So, I blended in, everyone didn’t even notice that I had been gone for the last half hour.

Aww, they were all worried about poor Teena, I thought sarcastically, pathetic humans.                  

             Gemma

 As soon as Camila left in a hurry, Michael walked into the room. Quickly, she turned around to see what he was doing.

“Why are you here?”, she asked.

“We are all gonna go check on Teena wanna come?”

“Yeah, sure I’ll be there in a sec…”

“Alright.”, then he went.

Gemma sat down, she felt sick to her stomach suddenly. Then she noticed something, when Camila left, she noticed something weird about her friend. Before she left, her voice changed. Like…it was getting deeper or something. She didn’t know. Shaking her head, she left the cabin, trying to keep herself stable, and went to the First Aid Room. When she walked in, she saw Teena’s hand being stuck in a boiling pot of water. Teena was screaming, not in pain but in sheer fear. Fear that her hand would be stuck in an ice block or boil and pieces would clump off. She had seen it before…

“It’s okay. Teena all you need to do is stop-stop screaming it is okay.”, Mrs Magel encouraged.

Gemma didn’t want to look anymore. She turned around.

A few minutes later, around twenty minutes or so, Gemma noticed Camila had returned but acted as if she hadn’t seen her. Maybe she was still upset about it.

“Hey, Gemma, can I talk to you for a sec?”, her friend asked.

“Yeah sure.”, grabbing her arm tightly she led her out of the door.

When they stepped outside the wind suddenly brushed up the leaves in the direction of the woods, where Katie’s body lay lifelessly on the ground.

“What’s wrong Camila?”

“I-I I don’t know how to explain it but I kindaaaa……”

“Kinda what?”

“I kinda- might have something to do with the freezing of Teena’s hand,” she said as she darted her eyes around                 and played with her fingers, “I’m not saying I did it, I just might have like broken her hand and then because of the cold weather I thought, ‘hey it might be funny if I put water on the ball and see if it freezes her hand.”

“Ok? Why are you tellin’ me this now?”

“I just wanted you to know.” She smiled.

Gemma smiled back and together they walked to the cabins. She then told her about how she couldn’t bear to watch Teena anymore. Camila offered for a walk in the woods, apparently, she had seen a swing in there and they probably could fit on it, both. Agreeing they set off to the woods.

“It should be near here somewhere, it’s kinda deep in.”, Camila said.

“Ok.”, Gemma was excited, she liked swings, but she didn’t tell anyone because everyone would think that she was a baby or something. Slowly they continued walking deeper and deeper into the forest. As they got closer to the said swing, they stumbled upon something sinister. Something that scarred Gemma. Lying on the floor of an oak tree was a body, a body Gemma definitely knew.

Katie’s…

Her head was cut off, her arm scratched deeply by something that looked like claws. Blood was still pouring out of her, spread around the tree and dirt. Gemma felt sick to her stomach. Camila helped her as she ran a few trees behind to vomit. Before she chased her, Camila grabbed Katie’s beheaded head. She smiled at her and spoke. “Have a great day in HELL!” and ran after Gemma.

“Are you okay, I’m so sorry I didn’t even- “

“Its okay…okay…”, she breathed heavily.

Straightening herself, Gemma suggested they should go back and inform Mrs Magel about their discovery. Camila said no!

“We can’t, not yet. I think we must keep it a secret. No one can know, got it?”, Gemma nodded in response and together, trying to ignore Katie’s decomposing body, and walked back to camp.

Gemma’s lips quivered in fear, she was the only one who knew, (apart from Camila), and she just didn’t know how she could ever keep this a secret. There was a murderer among them.

As the minutes went by, the students in the First Aid Room were piled out as the ambulance came and collected Teena.

Gemma had to leave now no matter what!

Dinner wasn’t the same as it was on the first day, everyone was confused about the events of today. Gemma was affected the most, she had seen something she had never seen before. But Camila, on the other hand, seemed fine. As if it was normal to see a dead corpse on the ground of a creepy forest. Gemma had guessed it was because she just killed animals all the time, so she wasn’t that troubled by it.

At the end of dinner, Gemma grabbed some sweets and went into the bathroom, she had to relax. She had to take time and think about what she had just seen. Gathering up all her thoughts she opened the door. The toilet was dark, unlike it had been before. Probably the light just wasn’t automatic like she thought it was. Walking into the room and closing the door behind her, she searched for the light switch. Maybe it was outside, and she had missed it but when she had checked there was no switch. Gemma gave up completely and then realized there was a small amount of light coming from the full moon outside, so she used it to her advantage.

Now, where was she? Oh yes, she had to plan her escape and she was going to bring Camila with her now. They had to leave now, more than ever.

The scrunched-up map was still in her jeans. Pulling it out slowly she sighed deeply. What was going on?

No-one needed to use the bathroom, so she was in the whole time, planning out everything perfectly. Sadly, there was no signal at camp and Mrs Magel had taken away all the phone when they arrived.

Wait, what time was it?

1:30am?! Sitting inside the bathroom, she had completely lost track of time. Getting up in a panic, she tried to open the door, but it was locked tight. Fumbling with the doorknob, she banged at the door. Oh, for god’s sake, she had stayed behind after dinner Mrs Magel had locked the door! Oh no!

How could she get out now? Helplessly panicking she prayed for someone to save her. To need to use the toilet during the night. To wake Mrs Magel from her sleep.

“HELP! HELP! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?! IM STUCK INSIDE THE TOILET? CHEF? MRS MAGEL? CAMILA? ANYONE?!"

Continuously she banged at the door all night, but no-one came to save her. Giving in she sat back down and put her laid her head against the wall. What was the point anymore?

Her mum had told her, “Sometimes you need to give up and just go home. If you know there’s nothing for you there then just go!”, it wasn’t the best of advice and Gemma didn’t really know why it had popped into her head now. She had also said, “Stop looking for the answers look at what Is given or in front of you.” Then her face lit up, searching a for a way to go. For a way to leave. If she wanted to escape, she had to be able to escape a small bathroom, right? Maybe she was being tested, tested for her strength.

Darting her eyes around the room, they set on a small thin window on the roof, Gemma was small enough to fit through it. Grabbing the edge of the sink bowl and placing her leg on the cupboards, she was able to mount herself up and stand straight. The window wasn’t open but through it she could see into the woods and the other cabins just in the corner. Grabbing the window handle, she pushed it with all her strength. Falling forwards, she almost fell off the counter.

“I just needa wriggle out here, slowly…”, whispering, she pulled herself up and through the window. Now she was half in and half out. Suddenly, looking at the gravel ground made her dizzy, she wasn’t even more than 2 meters high and yet she felt as if she would faint, and that was exactly what happened…

  In the morning, she woke up to the loud noise of shouting and murmurs of other students. Although she was aware of people and could hear voices, they were all blurry and muffled. She shook her head and found herself in the First Aid Room. How had she been teleported from being stuck in the middle of the toilet window to lying in a sick bed?

Then it came to her realization that she had fainted and been rescued by Mrs Magel when she was doing night cabin check. She had forgotten all about that. Gemma hadn’t slept all night and maybe that was the reason she had fainted when she had. Her head throbbed and everything was swirling around. The noise in the room grew louder and louder until it became to loud to even bare to hear.

“Now, now get out let’s give- “, she could make out a few words from her teacher.

“Where-? Where am I?”, she said getting up from the sick bed and sitting up.

“Oh, Gemma your awake,” Mrs Magel turned her head.

Nodding her head, she rubbed the bridge of her nose. Suddenly, her back started to ache. Like she had hit it hard or something.

“Are you alright?”, her teacher asked, looking at Gemma like she was crazy.

“Yeah, yeah im fine. How did you- how did you find me?”

“Well, I saw you lying in the ground and got some help from the nurse. You fainted. How long where you stuck inside the toilet and what were you even doing?”

“I ermm-“, what was her best excuse?, “I erm- I slept. Yeah, I slept in the toilet I was really tired. Didn’t get no sleep last night, you know what I mean?”, she laughed nervously.

“Oh ok, just rest. You need it.”, her teacher turned halfway before turning back to face Gemma, “Have you seen Katie by any chance?”

OH NO, they are onto them. Camila said if anyone knew there would be a big problem. But she couldn’t lie to her teacher, (she had lied to her multiple times but this wasn’t a time where it would be any fun or good to lie, this was a genuine and creepy problem.)

“No, sorry haven’t seen her", and with that answer Mrs Magel nodded and left.

Gemma spent the rest of the day in the First Aid Room being constantly checked over by the nurse and her teacher. As the night rolled in the visits became less frequent until they stopped completely.

A scream. A scream that shrills in the night. It grew longer and longer.

Gemma woke up, and dashed straight out of bed. However, was screaming was still screaming and they would still be alive, right? Grabbing her slippers, she slid out of the room. Surprisingly no-one had woken up. Where was the scream coming from?

From inside the forest. She didn’t dare to go in by herself but she had to, find out who was screaming and what was going on. Was it the murderer who had killed Katie??

Cautiously approaching the Woodlands, passing through the high standing trees. Gemma walked slower and slower as she walked deeper into the forest. Searching her pockets for a possible flashlight she found a small ring that had a light, her pockets really did have everything! The light was small though not enough to see in front of her but she had to make do. She switched it on and continued walking.

The scream was still going and now it started to sound closer. Finally she was getting closer but then at that moment she felt as if the scream was almost- fake. Like there wasn’t really somebody out there needing help or in danger. But she had to shake that feeling off, there was someone is there who needed help and she had to do, she just had to…

When

Like no one was screaming and there wasn’t anyone in danger or needed help. Gemma had to shake of the feeling though, who other than a human can make a scream like this one.

When she reached the spot of where she thought the scream was coming from she found someone on the ground, lying in the cold on the edge of a wooden log. Who was it?

“Hello? Who are ya?”, she asked tilting her head to the side to see who could possibly be out here screaming.

“He-help… Gem-Gemma?”, a croak voice answered, it was Camila. She needed help.

Quickly Gemma walked over to help her friend.

“What happened Camila, “she noticed a big gash in her stomach and her hands we blue, they were freezing up! She was left out here to bleed. To die!

“Gemma I-I can’t be fixed, just leave me out here…”, Camila was getting weaker and weaker there would be no way for her to carry her back I into camp. She had to find help, but, where could she? They were deep inside the forest. So, she had to try another way:

“Help!! Hello?? Camila is-", her scream was cut off by Camila's hand covering her mouth. But Camila can’t stand up because her stomach was cut open! Wait…

“Shhh-shhhhh….”, she whispered.

“What are you doing”, her voice muffled.

Suddenly Camila started to transform into something inhuman. Something that looked like it came out of your nightmares.

White colored piercing teeth, like needles. Her hair became pale, just utterly white. Her hands and nails began to extend and soon they became so pointed that if you unintentionally touched her your head would chop of, which was what exactly happened to Katie…

“Cam-Camila? What are you…you?”, Camila took her hand of her mouth and put a finger on her lip, silencing Gemma again.

“TIHS IS A FNU GMAE INST IT”, she smiled and as she did her mouth unhinged dropping down and her teeth scratching against her chin.

“No-no not fun, not fun at all”, Gemma replied horrified.

Camila dragged her sufferer to the log and told her to stay put. But Gemma wasn’t just going to linger around for her to kill her she was going to make a run for it. Nodding her head, she watched as the monster walked into the trees and around them again… she was playing the waiting game. As Camila went back around the tree, Gemma saw it as her chance to run, to dash and leave. Leave forever and never come back to this hell. Camp really was the worst.

Gemma shot up and sprinted into the darkness. Weirdly, Camila wasn’t chasing  after her, she just waved her goodbye and continued on circling the trees, this wasn’t right. Why wasn’t Camila chasing after her?

Then she found out…

Camila was incredibly fast. Super-fast that when she ran you couldn’t even see her. Seizing Gemma by the neck she dashed back into the forest.

“HELP! HELP MEEEEE….”, she screamed into the night air but it was no use the monster has frozen her lips shut.

She smirked.

When they arrived back to the log, Gemma was becoming weaker and weaker. It was time to finish her. Time to end Gemma’s life of nothing but misery and sadness…

  Camila

 Finally, my plan was coming together, and her plan was failing, she was the last one left… the last one I needed to kill. I couldn’t wait to see the blood pour out of her and the ice cube turn a beautiful dark red color.

 Raising my hand I paused, I had to tell her something,

“I ARLEDAY KLELID EVYREOEN SO TREHE WSA RALELY NO PONIT IN SOTPIPNG YUO” and lowered my hand. Slicing her neck in half, I froze her head it a huge ice block.

My job here was done.

Turning to walk away, I looked back at Gemma, her body lifeless and blood pouring out of her neck, filling the ice block around her head with frozen blood. It was beautiful and now I knew I was capable of more than just murder.

I walked out of the woods and back to the first place I saw the class walking into the camp, right into my trap…

Now I sit here, watching and waiting for you to come,

Trust me when you’ve met me there’s nowhere run,

My freezing hands,

Will ruin your camping plans,

As I slice your neck,

I’ll make you a wreck,

Now I sit with you, you don’t know who I really am,

And when I show you my true self,

You’ll become a prize on my iceshelf.

Goodbye Gemma… :)

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Hi grey, me again! Any chance I could get a fic where Reese's the one puking his guts up? Maybe food poisoning and he's trying really hard to play?

Here is the fic! I love Reese and the band members so much, so many good possibilities for fics! I hope you like this!

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Reese placed a hand on his gurgling belly, and sighed. He knew something was off about that food bar, but his band mates were so enthusiastic, he couldn’t argue. Now he was really starting to regret it.

He couldn’t stop it when a rush of air forced it’s way up, and he burped into his hand. His stomach lurched threateningly, but he willed himself to keep his stomach where it was.

“You good Reese..?” Jordan asked, adjusting the strap on his bass.

“I’m fine.. just ate a bit too fast..” He lied, muffling another burp that racked his chest. He tasted the food he had eaten just an hour earlier and it almost caused him to lose it then and there. He was glad his position on stage was sitting because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep himself upright with the way his legs were shaking.

“Dude, you look like you’re gonna pass out..” Marshall commented, walking over to Reese. He looked him over, and crossed his arms, trying to figure out what was up.

“I’m fine,” He repeated, though he felt far from it.

Marshall decided to drop it, seeing as they hardly had five minutes before they were performing.

Reese muffled another burp with the back of his hand and groaned. The burps were hardly helping his stomach, but he convinced himself they were making a difference. He patted his chest lightly to coax more air up, and he muffled it with the collar of his shirt.

“Come on guys, we’re on!” Jordan said, ushering everyone out to the stage.

Reese wanted no part of their usual flashy entrance, so he shuffled to his corner and sat on the stool. He whipped out his drumsticks, and spun on them on the back of his hand, and took a breath. He could do this. He waited a few seconds for Marshall’s queue, and counted them in.

The loud sounds from the audience and the speakers right above his head did nothing to ease the unpleasant churning in his tummy or his aching head, but it helped to have something to focus on. One beat at a time, he made it through the entire performance.

By the end of it, he knew he had a matter of minutes before his lunch would be making a reappearance. The nausea had spiked sometime during the 7th song, and he had faltered playing for a moment. The audience didn’t notice, but his band mates definitely did. But he had to avoid their questions and make to a toilet before he could think about anything else.

Once the audience had finished clapping, Reese all but ran to the green room, and looked desperately for a place to be sick. He finally spotted a small trash can and picked it up as quickly as he could. He crouched behind a desk, hoping for a semblance of privacy and he immediately started retching into the bin.

Marshall took a step into the room, and went rigid when he realized Reese was sick. He wanted to go to him and comfort him, but his head screamed at him to run away and not look back. He managed to fight that instinct for the most part, and watched as Bri and Jordan rushed up to their ill friend.

“Hey.. hey Reese.. oh god.” Jordan patted his back, and helped him hold the trash can up.

Reese burped emptily towards the bin, but was cut off by a heave that took over his throat. His lunch came splattering into the bin and he coughed weakly, attempting to clear his throat.

Marshall was standing the absolute farthest away he could get in the small room and he was covering his eyes as well as plugging his headphones. He planned to go to Reese as soon as he was done vomiting, but for the time being, he stayed where he was.

Bri cupped a hand on Reese’s forehead to keep his hair out of his eyes, and joined Jordan patting his back. “Remember to breathe, Reese.. god, what did you eat..”

“That stupid—“ Reese gagged emptily into the bin, his stomach twisting at the simple thought of food. “That sketchy buffet..” He choked out, before leaning back over the bin and burping up another wave of sick.

“But we aren’t sick.. is anyone else feeling sick..?” Jordan asked, grabbing Reese by the back of the shirt to keep him upright.

Both Marshall and Bri shook their heads.

Marshall finally felt comfortable enough to pull out his earbuds, but he remained covering his face. “I saw Reese eating the salad.. none of us touched the salad..”

Reese just groaned at the mention of food again, and gagged unproductively over the bin, his head slumping forward. He didn’t feel settled in the slightest, but he felt mostly empty for the time being.

Jordan clicked his tongue like he was thinking. “All we can do is wait it out I guess.. Reese, do you want to move to the couch..? You’ll be more comfortable..”

Reese nodded sluggishly, and allowed Jordan and Bri to haul him to his feet and drag him to the couch were he collapsed immediately, holding a pillow to his chest.

Bri grabbed a water bottle from his bag and offered it to Reese. “You need to stay hydrated..” He coaxed, cracking the lid and handing it to Reese.

Reese sipped it tentatively, and quickly handed it back, willing the liquid to stay where it was. He curled in on himself, sinking into the soft cushions.

Marshall finally mustered up the courage to go and gently pat Reese’s shoulder. “Once you feel up to it, I’ll take you home and we’ll watch The Office.. okay?”

Reese nodded and smiled to himself. He’d been trying to get Marshall to watch that show for months. “Yeah.. sounds good..”

[ego-driven-one-wing-angel]

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What’s one animal you wish you could have as a pet but can’t?

A penguin. I love them so much.

Favorite thing to wear to sleep?

Sometimes I wear one of those “drug rugs” or baja hoodies. With shorts. And sometimes knee high socks. I HATE pajama pants. So if I’m cold I find alternatives. 

What song really gets you going?

Right now, Drinking Alone by Carrie Underwood. But usually Tranz by Gorillaz.

Where do you usually eat your meals?

At my dining table or in the family/living room with my mom.

Favorite meal: breakfast, lunch, or dinner?

BRUNCH

Most embarrassing habit?

Sometimes I’ll pick my nose at the most inconvenient times like a child.

Chocolate or fruity candy?

Chocolate

Soft or hard tacos?

When I ate meat regularly, soft, with carne asada. 

Worst way to break up a fight?

Throwing a pan at them? Dude I don’t know. Wrestle them to the ground? I feel like either of those are terrible.

Best thing to say in an elevator of strangers?

“You’re all probably wondering why I gathered you all here today.”

What color/design are your bedsheets?

Teal. And my comforter is a black/white diamond pattern.

Any hidden talents?

I was a dancer for roughly nine years. So I’m pretty good at that.

Favorite thing to drink out of (mug, glass, etc.)?

My Star Wars Luke Skywalker lightsaber water bottle. 

Socks or bare feet around the house?

Bare feet man. Those who wear shoes in the house are weak and will not survive the winter.

 Favorite board game?

Clue!

Do you sleep with the fan on or off?

I don’t even own a fan.

Heat on or keep it cold with lots of layers?

Heat at 67.5 and a sweater. Perfection.

Do you sing in the shower?

Who doesn’t?

Favorite song to belt out at the top of your lungs when you’re alone?

Tranz by Gorillaz. All time favorite song EVER.

Last thing you cried about?

Watching Zack die YET AGAIN in Crisis Core. I don’t think I’ve ever watched that scene WITHOUT crying.

At what age did you first have alcohol?

15ish. Wine.

Relationship status?

Single

What’s the most amount of money you’ve spent on a single item of clothing?

249$ A Guess coat that I absolutely adore.

What do you typically wear to formal events?

A modest dress. Heels. And a Louis Vuitton bag to match.

Favorite memory?

Probably almost getting arrested with my friends back when I was 17. We were at a closed park, after hours, past curfew, and it was like 3 am. We bought 64 tacos from Jack in the Box and pigged out in the venue. Super rad.

Gum or breath mints?

Gum

Favorite shoes?

Probably my Guess sneakers. I don’t wear them often, but I love the design.

If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?

My chubbiness. I’m not fat per say. But I’m not skinny either, but I want to look more like a classic, 1950′s pinup model more than anything.

What is the natural state of your hair?

My hair has very soft curls. Naturally, there more like “beach waves”

Have you ever had braces?

YES. WORST YEARS OF MY LIFE

Most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?

Ghost hunting. I was illegally trespassing, and the building was real sketchy. 

Most embarrassing thing your parents have caught you doing?

I’m just an embarrassment through and through. What haven’t they caught me doing. But I guess writing porn is a close first.

Last time you had an orgasm?

I’m a virgin who has never experienced anything remotely sexual. 

Celebrity crush(es)?

Sebastian Stan, Bill Skarsgard, Sam Claflin, Karl Urban, Sebastian Stan

Windows or Mac?

I’ve never owned a Mac, so I’m biased when I say Windows.

How old were you when you learned to ride a bike?

Six, seven? I was still quite young.

Makeup or natural?

MAKEUP

What color do you wear the most?

I wear a lot of neutral colors like gray.

Favorite season?

Winter.

Umbrella or rain coat?

Umbrella.

Have you ever fallen out of a tree?

No

First car you ever owned?

A 2002 Toyota. Super old, and the chip was painting off. My trunk also broke. Oil leak. Y’know, a traditional first car.

What time do you usually go to bed?

Anytime between 11-1 am.

Are you a competitive person?

Yes.

Least favorite color?

Orange.

First pet you’ve ever owned?

A cat :)

Sweet or salty?

Sweet

Favorite pasta dish?

Ravioli 

Favorite kind of chips?

Cheetos

Talk about something you’re passionate about.

Writing. I love being able to put my ideas on paper, let my thoughts and emotions run free in a world where I have to act a certain way. I can be anyone while writing!

What are some of your hobbies?

Writing

Drawing

Watching too much television

puzzles

Caffeine? If so, what kind?

I’m a tea gal. But I LOVE coffee. Especially mochas and caramel. With extra pumps of espresso. Hell yeah.

Favorite kind of pizza?

Ranch and Chicken or just plain cheese.

Fast food or sit-down restaurant?

Sit-down

Lots of acquaintances or a handful of close friends?

I love having a large circle, but I choose my best friends wisely. I only have about two or three of those and they’re the one’s I keep close to my heart.

Something that ruins your appetite?

This is a bit more dark, but my dad and I don’t bond outside video games. And he’s the type that believes it’s his way or no way no matter what. So if you get him angry he acts like a two-year-old who just got a toy taken away, and will try to push your buttons until you’re the same way. I saw the signs years ago, but whenever his anger is targeted at me I just don’t want to eat. I write instead. 

Favorite labels about you?

As in names? It’s near 1 am while writing this so I might have just gone stupid. But I love it when my friends call me cutie. Or my good friend Charlie calls me Smarties. And he’ll pull out a smartie from his pocket when he does it. I also get called Reid, as in Spencer Reid, a lot.

Are you a religious person?

Yes. I try to be at least. I’m Christian.

Night out with a bunch of friends in public or night in with one friend having deep conversations?

Night out. I spend too much time indoors with one friend as is.

What size shoe do you wear?

9

Favorite thing about yourself?

My confidence, or my keen fashion sense. 

Have you ever told someone you loved them first?

No.

Have you ever had sex on the first date?

No.

Heroes or villains?

Villains. (Sephiroth, Bucky Barnes, Loki, etc.)

Favorite fruit?

Pomegranates. 

Least favorite fruit?

Bananas. I’ll eat them, but there are a lot better choices honestly. 

Favorite vegetable?

Broccoli

Least favorite vegetable?

Brussels sprouts

How many plates can you eat at a buffet?

About a good three. First is salad. Second is fruit. Third is desert. 

Favorite dessert?

Ice cream. Bubble gum flavor is my favorite!

Do you play any sports?

Nope.

Age you learned how to swim?

Seven or eight.

Tell a funny story.

Maybe this is just funny to me, but earlier today my cat was trying to lick her coat but she set her front paw on a piece of paper and anytime she bent over to lick herself she slid and she would have to readjust herself. She did this like four times before she decided to move.

What’s one interesting thing about your culture?

As someone who is a part of the Navajo tribe, something neat is the more fat you have on your bones the more people respect you because they believe you have money.

What’s one annoying thing about your culture?

We can’t touch cold-blooded animals. It’s said if you touch the scales of a snake, or even breath in the same air, you’ll get the same skin as them.

What job would you be terrible at?

Accounting. I can’t do math to save my freaking life.

Would you rather watch a TV show or a movie?

TV shows.

What’s your favorite compliment to give?

“Cute Outfit!” or “Love the Hair!” You have no idea how many people light up on either of these, male/female/nonbinary. Looking good is a happiness found across all the spectrums. 

What’s your favorite compliment to receive?

“Cute hair.” Or “Love your makeup/nails.” 

Has your opinion changed on something recently?

I can’t remember. Like I said, it’s close to bedtime where I’m at and boi, it’s hard to concentrate right now.

Do you always order the same thing at a restaurant or order something different each time?

I order the same. 

What’s something you’ve always wanted to try but haven’t yet?

This sounds awful, but I’ve always wanted to try ecstasy. I have buddies who’ve taken it and say, if you do it right, the first time is pretty bomb. 

If you could learn to do anything right now, what would it be?

Singing. I can’t carry a tune.

Favorite physical feature about yourself?

My eyes.

Least favorite physical feature about yourself?

My wide hip/waist ratio. If my waist was thinner I wouldn’t mind as much.

What’s one amazing thing you did that nobody was around to see?

OKAY. I scored a strike on Wii bowling while i was on the toilet one time. Two rooms away and not even looking at a screen. Just using my heart and determination and it was SUPER COOL AND I WISH PEOPLE COULD HAVE SEEN THOSE SKILLS.

If you could change your height, would you?

Yes. Everyone is a good foot taller than me. So I would most definitely want a few more inches.

What’s something you would rate 10/10?

Final Fantasy 7 Remake’s Character concept for Sephiroth. The eyes, the height, the hair. WOW. In love.

Heels or flats?

Heels

What’s something you wish you had more knowledge about?

Politics. I want to get more involved but every time I do I get so confused.

Would you want to be famous?

I wouldn’t mind. But I value my private life.

What’s something you would get arrested for?

Well I already almost got arrested for eating tacos in a closed park at 3 am. So maybe that.

What’s your spirit animal?

A cat. 

What’s the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

The fact that I graduated high school. I was developing anxiety and literally had no idea what the frick was happening with me and no one told me what it was. So I ended up skipping loads of school for that reason. 

Are you the type to have an organized mess, or no mess at all?

Organized mess. Or just a mess. 

Do you tend to make decisions based on the past, present, or future?

The future.

Are you a planner or a more spontaneous person?

Planner. I hate when things are sprung on me last minute. I have to emotionally prep up before a social event so 5-10 business days are needed.

Thoughts on the oxford comma?

I was taught to use it, but it’s literally so useless? I found myself either not using it or just doing it on instinct. So in one story you could probably find multiple instances where I use it and where I don’t use it, maybe in the same paragraph. I just do whatever fits that moment I guess.

What do you hope never changes?

My squad. I love them to pieces and it would break my heart if at some point they’d want to split.

How would you celebrate your 100th birthday?

Something extremely dangerous like skydiving or zip lining across a canyon. 

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Wedding

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"Did you eat the breakfast bar?" Ben questioned, turning his head around so he could look at Lily sitting behind him in the car. Watching as she couldn't meet his eyes, her gaze concentrating on her feet as her arms were wrapped around her middle. Body squirming in the seat from a sudden unsettling feeling in her stomach. "Lily." Ben groaned, his eyes closing for a moment as he pressed his head into the seat, sitting sideways trying to curl up from a sudden wave of sickness. No wonder Lily was feeling unsettled, she'd had no breakfast and they had been up for over three hours now.

"We're at a service station now, we'll grab some fruit." (Y/n) chipped in, glancing around for a space close to the door. Ben would usually be the designated driver but he was too sick to drive which was a rather bad day for him to fall ill. It was Ben's cousin's wedding so they were taking the drive down to get there, thankful they had left rather early since Ben had to keep stopping to throw up.

"Pull up please." Ben pleaded, his stomach tensing and pulling in as he buried himself further into the seat, knowing he couldn't hold back for much longer before he threw up in the car.

(Y/n) didn't have time to turn the engine off before Ben was out of the car, moving so quickly he almost collapsed down onto the gravel. Thankful that (Y/n) had found a space near to the steps leading up to the doors. He could feel himself beginning to shake as a glimmer of sweat started to coat his entire body that was burning like he was being set on fire. Ben didn't have the time to wait for (Y/n) to get Lola or Lily out of the car unless he wanted to throw up then and there. His hand reached out to grasp the handrail of the steps leading up to the services, leaning his weight onto the rail to drag himself up.

The actor gained some rather worried looks from passers-by as he stumbled on the polished floor, his eyes trained on the toilets further ahead. Ben made a split second decision to rush into the ladies, feeling that he was going to throw up now and he couldn't stumble down to the end of the corridor for the mens. Ben let himself drop to his knees, crawling into the nearest stall before unleashing the contents of his stomach. Not bothering to close the door because he didn't have the time or the strength to do so.

Taking a deep breath, Ben slowly pushed himself so he was sitting down instead of kneeling, leaning his weight on the wall behind him before he heard sudden pattering feet approaching.

"Daddy!" Lola squealed, her small frame coming into view as she trotted into the stall she saw Ben sitting in. Not knowing nor caring that he was ill before she clambered onto his lap, a groan leaving Ben's lips when she fell against his stomach.

A grateful smile came onto Ben's features when (Y/n) appeared, handing him some tablets and a bottle of water from the car to try and make him feel well enough to go to the church. Glancing his eyes down to the toddler on his lap Ben rolled his eyes when she held onto the bottle that he was currently taking a sip from as if she was trying to help him. When in reality she was silently asking him to share the drink with her instead. Pleased when Ben let her have a drink, holding it for her so she didn't spill it over the pair of them.

"There's a disabled stall at the end, I brought the clothes so we can get changed now." (Y/n) spoke up, holding out the bag of all their clothes that they were going to wear for the wedding. It didn't seem like a good idea for the girls to wear theirs in the car when Lola was prone to being car sick and Lily wasn't feeling the best. With Ben also throwing up it wasn't ideal for him and (Y/n) didn't want to drive down in hers either because though the trousers were smart they were a little itchy.

Right now they had about a twenty-minute drive until they reached the church and it didn't seem good to dress in the car when they arrived so here would have to do.

Ben nodded as he screwed the cap back on the bottle, moving Lola so he could stand up on shaking legs. Taking hold of her hand as the four of them wandered down to the disabled stall that would hold them all. One or two women giving Ben strange looks as they passed.

Reaching into his back pocket when they were all in the stall Ben popped a chewing gum into his mouth before deciding to sit down since he felt a bit shaky. Reaching out he took the dress for Lola that (Y/n) handed him, moving to grab the toddler who was waddling around unsure what they were doing or where they were.

"Where are you going?" Ben questioned, an air of humour to his voice when he took Lola's small leggings off and she started to crawl away. Scrambling to push herself up before trotting over to (Y/n), giggles escaping her lips as she trotted round in nothing but a pull-up. She stuffed her hand into her mouth, her high pitched giggle coming out warped as she stared up at her mother who pretended to look shocked at her.

"What's daddy got for you?" (Y/n) questioned, pointing to Ben who was waving the dress around to catch Lola's attention.

"Gotcha!" Ben stated happily when Lola made a rather funny run over to him to grab the dress. His hands grasping her sides, lifting her from her feet so he could sit her down on his knees. Slipping a vest over her head before managing to get the dress on her rather quickly. Zipping up the pale blue dress that had flowers dotted around it before he started to put her shoes back on, strapping them so she couldn't kick them off which she had a tendency to do. He made quick work of fixing the small ponytail she had which held up her light ash blonde hair that matched his own.

Leaning down Ben kissed her forehead before he set her back to her feet, smoothing out the ruffles in her dress before letting her wander around again.

"Off you go, pretty girl."

Pushing himself to his feet Ben felt his stomach finally beginning to settle as he stuffed Lola's clothes back into the bag, smiling at Lily when she started to slip on her shoes again. Wearing one of her favourite dresses which was a dark crimson verging on maroon.

"Why aren't you wearing a dress, we won't match." Lily stated, her eyes locking with (Y/n)'s as she straightened out her blouse. Having gone for some black and white striped trousers and a black blouse with a few stars on it.

"Most of my dresses don't fit now sweetheart." (Y/n) responded, gesturing to her seven-month stomach. One the one hand she would have rather the wedding be a few months later than now so their third girl would be born by then. But on the other hand, they couldn't really take a baby to a wedding because chances were their third girl would disrupt the ceremony so (Y/n) figured it was better early than later.

"Doesn't matter, you look sexy as you are." Ben whispered against the shell of her ear before pulling back so he could do up his belt, tucking his dress shirt into his trousers. Opting to wear a simple black suit and tie which he would put on when they got to the church. It was no secret to (Y/n) or anyone else that Ben loved how she looked when she was pregnant, it was to be expected really since this was their third child on the way. "Alright, we ready?" Ben questioned, his eyes scanning over them all before opening the door. His head shaking when Lola shot out like she trying to win a race.

Following after her Ben quickly leaned over to pick her up before she tripped, hoisting her up to hold her to his chest before slowly making his way out. Trying to keep his stomach settled so he didn't feel sick or indeed was sick in the church which wouldn't be the best outcome for anyone.

"Think you can stomach anything to eat?" (Y/n) questioned as they headed into one of the shops, her eyes locking with Ben's as he grimaced, his nose crinkling up in distaste at the mere thought of eating something. "An apple? That's good for sickness." She suggested, smiling when Ben nodded knowing that he needed to eat something just to keep him going.

"I'm not hungry." Lily stated quietly, lowering her head when both Ben and (Y/n) gave her a sort of warning look.

"Don't give me that, this is why your stomach's hurting so pick something out please." Ben responded, pointing to the fridge next to him as he reached out and grabbed a yoghurt for Lola and a small bag of fruit. Nodding when Lily grabbed a tub of fruit similar to (Y/n)'s.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "What do you think your dad will say when he sees that?" (Y/n) questioned, a knowing look in her eyes as she glanced down to Lily's plate that held very little food. They were at the reception for the wedding and it had been a long day so far where Lily had eaten a tub of fruit and that was it.

The couple had been told by the doctor a while back that Lily needed to start eating more and Ben seemed to be the one Lily was more afraid of. If she purposely tried to hide what she was eating from them because she was eating very little or even tried to lie about what she ate Ben seemed to know and she didn't like it when he got stern, not used to that side of him. Lily simply didn't get very hungry and to a point, Ben and (Y/n) knew they couldn't force her to eat if she was full but they needed to make sure she ate so much.

"Thank you." (Y/n) stated with a smile when Lily added a few more things from the buffet to her plate rather quickly before she trotted over to the table Ben was sitting at with Lola on his lap.

The two-year-old deciding it was her job to try and feed Ben instead of the other way around. Picking things from her plate to hand out to Ben, frowning when he shook his head, his stomach finally settled so he didn't want to risk eating anything else. Taking the crisp from her hand Ben held it out to her instead, smiling when she decided to start eating if he fed her instead.

"Where's nanny and grandad?" Lily questioned, scanning her eyes around the room of family members most of which she didn't know or didn't remember. Looking for her more immediate family knowing her grandparents were in the crowds somewhere.

"Two tables in front, eat that and then you can go." Ben responded without having to look, having spotted his parents a few moments ago when they sat down. His eyes tempting Lily to try and go against what he said because they both knew why she wanted to go over there.

"But-"

"I ain't stupid sweetheart, they let you get away with anything and they won't make you eat your dinner. So eat and then trot over there." Ben knew his parents would and always did go easy on Lily if she said she was full and didn't want to eat anything else they would be fine with that and give in. He wasn't having her go over there and not eat anything else for the evening. "Good girl, take Lola over there too, she likes the balloons." Ben stated when Lily finished eating, a bright smile on her face as Ben leaned over to set Lola down to her feet. Watching Lily gently take her hand before guiding her over to their grandparents.

The two-year-old's delighted squeal reaching her parent's ears over the loud music when she saw the pile of balloons scattered around the dance floor. Ben's smile widening when Lola practically threw herself at one of the balloons which was bright pink, chasing it when it started to float away, his mother quick to follow after her as a precaution.

"Fancy a dance?" Ben questioned, turning his attention to his wife sitting next to him when he noticed his dad starting to dance with Lily. Lola still occupied by the balloons.

"Do I look like I can dance?" (Y/n) responded with a huff that resembled a laugh, her hand indicating to their third child currently on the way. Dancing wouldn't be the easiest option for (Y/n) right now. Leaning over Ben perched his chin on her shoulder, his arm sliding around her waist as he shrugged in response. Not many of his family on the dance floor could dance but they were still out there doing something of the sort.

"Look perfect to me, just thought I'd ask. You can see my sister right? She's pissed and she's doing... something." Ben couldn't really work out what kind of dance his elder sister was doing or if she was even dancing but it was rather comical.

"She hasn't even spilt her wine." She was dancing with a reasonable sized glass of red wine in her left hand that was raised in the air, not one drop spilling onto her or the dance floor which was rather impressive. Her hips swaying to the obnoxiously loud music that was rather deafening. A smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips when Ben slowly started swaying them to the rather quick and upbeat song playing.

Moving his hand that wasn't resting on her stomach, Ben gently turned (Y/n)'s head to meet his own, whispering a 'come here' before their lips met. The song fading into background noise that the actor couldn't even hear anymore. Thankful that he was feeling much better now as opposed to throwing his guts up earlier this morning.

Pulling apart when they heard a sudden voice, both of them glanced back to the dance floor, their smiles widening at seeing Lola had managed to grab the balloon she had her sights set on. Watching her weave around the people on the dance floor, trotting away with a rather large pink balloon in her rather short arms. Lily running slower than usual to chase her sister, letting the two-year-old get a head start on her. (Y/n)'s hand latched onto Ben's as she could just see Lola falling and smashing into the wooden floor.

Her body tensing when her vision seemed to come true. 

Feeling Ben practically jump behind her when Lola either tripped or simply could keep up the speed she was running at anymore. Her small frame catapulting forward as she didn't even let go of the balloon. The little girl's weight forcing the balloon to the floor before it popped from the pressure, a resounding bang sounding throughout the room. Everyone watching Lola's chin suddenly whack into the floor as she fell on her stomach without the balloon there to break her fall.

The bang of the popping balloon sent a shudder running along (Y/n)'s spine, her body jumping from the seat as Ben's hand pressed a little harder to her stomach when he felt a sudden kicking against his palm. Their third girl just as surprised as their second who was glancing around wondering where the balloon went.

Ben thought for a split second that Lola would simply get back up again and go for another balloon. But the shock soon wore out of her system, replaced by the pain of her landing as a sudden and very sharp cry left her lips followed by a wail. Getting up quickly Ben bolted from his seat, jogging around the few tables set up to reach the dance floor. Going down on his knees to pick Lola up, cradling her to his chest as she let out another wail that rattled through his ear.

"Oh, poor baby. S'alright baby, I've got you." He hushed, standing to his feet again whilst gently turning her head so he could look at her chin. Thankful she wasn't bleeding, having only scuffed her chin against the floor which was a relief. Although he didn't like how she was shaking against him. Her hand fisted his shirt as she pressed her head into the crook of his neck, wailing against him as she didn't know what happened. Feeling Ben's chin resting on top of her head as he swayed them to try and calm her down.

"Daddy.... b-b..." She huffed, unsure of the word she was searching for, simply wondering where the pink toy she had been chasing and holding had disappeared to.

"You want another balloon, baby?" Ben questioned, looking at her when she slowly pulled her head back to look up at him. Tears still falling from her eyes as she nodded, looking down to where her other one used to be and pointing as if it made a difference. "No, you popped that one darling. Let's get you a new one." Turning around Ben wandered over to where his parents and Lily were, smiling lightly to show she was alright.

Reaching out Lily picked up one of the dark red balloons that was smaller and shaped like a heart. Turning around to hold it up to her sister who accepted the gift quickly. Her cries turning to small sniffs as she hugged the balloon to her chest.

"Let's go see mummy." Ben mumbled, his lips pressing to the top of her head as he turned around and started walking back when Lily wandered back to dance with his parents. Sitting back down in his seat Ben adjusted Lola so she was sitting on his lap, leaning against him as she hugged the balloon close. Moving her arms tiredly to show it to (Y/n) like it was some kind of prize that she had won.

"Very pretty, sweetheart." (Y/n) responded as she perched her chin on Ben's shoulder, brushing a few strands of hair from Lola's tired eyes. Watching her pull the balloon back to her chest like it was a toy as she burrowed herself further against Ben. Even with the loud music, she was still starting to fall asleep, a few sniffs and whimpers leaving her lips before she was sound asleep with (Y/n)'s hand brushing through her hair.

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Day 13

Fri 17th Jan 2020

We were up at 4:30am - oh joy of joys - and ready to go at 5am, so we headed down to the reception.

There was NO sign of a boda boda or even a member of staff.

Ahh bloody hell, we could not be arsed with this...

Phil went up to the dining area and luckily found a security dude to ask for help, and so this guy went off to find the boss.

He came back after 10 mins to say

‘I couldn't find him’

WICKED MATE THANKS.

Then he went off again.

After 5 minutes a SINGLE motorcycle arrived and Bugs the boss appeared.

ONE BIKE though.

Surely we could not fit on one bike.

What am I saying, this is UGANDA. They could fit the whole cast of Cats on one bike.

So Bugs handed us our pre-made breakfast takeaway and we BOTH had to get on ONE Boda with ALL OUR BAGS. It was a like a circus act.

The light on the boda was beyond terrible and so the ride in the dark took 50 mins all the while we were both silently clinging on, wishing the journey would just be over with. We went super super slow at one point and the guy was trying to sort of ski along the dusty road - good times - then some random dude pulled alongside us and was like 

‘You need help?’

But he had a DODGY vibe, I don’t know why, just didn’t seem genuine - then when we said ‘No thank!’ our driver stayed COMPLETELY silent which made us even more uncomfortable, like he was scared of him?? Though we can’t be sure if the early morning weird situation was just getting to our heads and making us paranoid.  

Then we got into town FINALLY and recognized the petrol station as we passed it from when we’d arrived the other day and breathed a sigh of relief that we were nearly ready to get off the bike...

But then we got to a super dark part of town where the weird guy who had followed us was suddenly there, and we realised the only bus of the day to go directly to Kabale had already GONE.

Feeling uncomfortable, I thought quickly and immediately said to our driver ‘Please take us to the petrol station actually, we go now to petrol station YEAH’

And we sped off and went to the glorious haven of a Total petrol garage.

The staff there were really nice and there was also a gloriously clean non-smelly toilet WITH LOO ROLL. Pure luxury.

We sat at the station and talked to them there, trying to work out the best plan and one guy went and got us chairs. Was so nice. We even got an early morning call from Hillary to see if we had got the bus ok (we’d asked him the night before about travel advice) and he tried to help us with advice too.

Then a boda went off and found us a bus and bought it back to us to pick us up and all in all we only waited about half an hour before we went East to a random place called Rukingara. Didn’t need to go there but it would hopefully offer us up more options for onward travel.

On that journey Phil slept the WHOLE way while we went through so many villages & in each one you could see people queuing up with their big water containers at the village water tap, children and adults of all ages trying to get some water. In one village it clearly wasn’t working as there was a huge pile up of containers and people trying to fix it. Imagine having to do that.

We passed some young children trying to wrangle like 10 goats on leads, then a man sat behind me started to touch my HAIR (it wasn’t, like, terrible as he was super friendly and maybe had just never seen muzungu hair in real life before, and wanted to see what it felt like, and ok why am I making excuses for this) and also the driver stopped at one point and got out for a wee and so did Phil and the vehicle started to ROLL DOWN THE ROAD so I grabbed the wheel and started to try and steer it while he ran along and jumped in to push the brakes. He casually looked at me smiling and was like ‘Ah, hand brake don’t work!’.

The rest of the vans customeers were loving it though, they saw my cat-like reactions and thought it was impressive I think. Ok maybe they just thought it was funny that the muzungu with the weird hair slightly potentially panicked.

At Rukingara we found another crummy bus going directly to Kabale which was great, Wow we thought we were doing amazing, it was only 9:30am. 

The bus from Rukungari to Kabale should have been about 2 hours.

3 hours maximum.

So yeah the journey took 4.5 hours and it was soooooo annoying, Phil was ready for a meltdown. It took 30 mins to leave the actual bus station despite telling us we would leave in 5 minutes (not that we ever believe it when they say that, but still), then they kept stopping constantly, sometimes for aaaaggees, lots of shouting, it would empty of people and then fill up wiith like 50 people, at one point we were nearly the only ones on the bus so they drove around shouting KABALE! to try and get more customers and honestly it was just so boring. It’s the constant stopping and waiting without any idea of what is going on. 
The real problem was that we were not just letting it be what it is, these buses are always like this and we just need to let them do their thing. But the early morning stress had put us in a far from tolerant mood so it was definitely harder to be mindful in that moment. Plus Phil had a bit of the journey with his legs bent up towards him and I think they went numb for a short while so...we’ll allow the near meltdown on this occasion.

We FINALLY reached Kabale not a moment too soon and had arranged to meet Hillary as he was in town. It was only 1:30pm at this point but felt like 5pm.

We got off the bus and GUESS WHO WAS THERE STRAIGHT AWAY.

Yes of course, the annoying taxi guy (still do not know his name, deliberately forget it every time I hear it).

Like ok this was getting freaky now, why was he EVERYWHERE WE WENT.

We ushered him and everyone else away and went to Skyline restaurant to meet Hillary.

After 5 minutes, the taxi guy appeared wandering down the street looking around and spots me and walks over all like ‘Hi where are you going, how was Ishasha’.

For frigs sake like GO AWAY MATE.

So I said ‘We will call you if we need you OK thank you bye’.

Lunch buffet vegetarian style was beans, chips, rice, potatoes and veg, some of which were sour as fook, so basically I just ate carbs. Hillary arrived and we treated him to lunch on us with a coke and he seemed pleased. We wanted to thank him for all his help. The extremely camp waiter asked me to organise him a job in England which I politely explained might not really be possible but I told him to give me a call if he managed to sort it and get to England. Good luck to the guy.

Turned out we’d missed the nice bus direct to the Rwanda border by 15 minutes so we headed to the only other option we knew about - Bizmarken Buses.

We waited at this mosquito infested bus office for over 1 hour, then a total downpour of rain arrived and we felt grateful to be inside, but then after much pressing from Phil, the bus guy revealed the bus was STILL 1.5 hours away - so we decided to call it a day and find a hotel. It was a relief to make that decision, was nearly 4pm by this point and we didn’t want to arrived in a new place super late and in the dark and blah blah.

We got a boda boda to Hillary’s recommendation of Kwanzi hotel but they only had a dorm room and there were no mosquito nets or WiFi and obviously it wasn’t private and even though we were knackered and massively couldn’t be bothered to move, we just thought Naaaaahhhhh.

But we managed to get ourselves another couple of boda boda and went to Kings Hotel Kabale which was pretty tired looking, but actually fine. No WiFi, but an amazing shower weirdly - the best so far, what a surprise - and some beautiful hanger art where they had hung 1 hanger onto another hanger which was then hung onto another hanger, on a towel peg. Wow. Really. Wow.

We walked round to the bus station to try and find a new solution for our destination-Rwanda conundrum and met another bloke called Hillary (lets call him Hillary 2) who told us he could organise a shared car for us at 8am the next morning. It’s easy to be suspicious of everyone but we decided we liked him and thought frig it, better than the other morning option we’’d heard about - standing on the roadside at 6am hoping a big bus would pass, flagging it down and hoping it had seats. No thanks.

We got a boda up to a place called Miami restaurant and Phil’s first words were ‘This looks dung’, so we walked to Cafe Barista and saw muzungus sat outside - a very cliche sign that the food is going to be ok, or at least stomachable.

The first thing I spotted on the menu was Irish Balls - NO LIE. But we ended up ordering a pasta dish, a veg biryani and then Mexican Irish potato dish plus guacamole. I don’t know what we were thinking, but basically we had a carb party and it was fantastic.

Walked it off by going by foot to our lovely glorious hotel and watched dubbed Indian soap operas before heading to bed hoping that Hillary number 2 was not a con artist and would come good in the morning.