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yandereunsolved · 1 month

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Dissect Me, Doctor - ,, yandere JPM with a psychologist reader

cw(s): yandere themes, dismemberment, suggestive themes, (James) necrophilia, noncon touching, cannibalism, mention of reader having breakdowns & panic attacks

✧ James found you by God's hand one fateful day. You could say it was more than a mere coincidence, eh? He had just finished killing one of the hotel guests. He was about to call Miss Evers in to clean up the mess when he spotted something sticking out of the dead gentleman's breast pocket. He plucked the card out of your pocket and read it allowed, 'Doctor...' His curiosity was the least bit piqued. Psychologists weren't exactly popular in the 1930s. The true study of the mind hadn't emerged, but James had always lived to study humans. To study their fight or flight instinct, how their bodies react to various torture methods, and how fear affects the human psyche. Perhaps he has found someone who shares his fondness for such things. It would be a great way to meet someone new. Considering Elizabeth refuses to speak with him, he has grown desperate. Not even defiling his killings tapered his already suppressed desires.

✧ He got Sally to teach him how to use this magic witch named 'Wi-fi' who owns the internet—or something like that. Most new technology is just rubbish used to get people to make inauthentic connections. Although perhaps just this once, it can be used for the betterment of his temperament. He has Sally schedule an initial appointment at the hotel. Sally uses the excuse that James is bedridden and terribly ill (non-contagious), but he hates telehealth and just wants someone to talk to in person. You were skeptical because of the rumors surrounding The Cortez, but you were in desperate need of another client, and he was willing to pay extra—a lot extra.

✧ You had your first session in his room, and you immediately got strange vibes from him. He wasn't ill, that was for sure. Perhaps he was a little pale, but he probably hasn't gotten enough sun or vitamin D lately. He was even smoking! He was sitting all relaxed on a couch, dressed up in 1930s-esque attire, with a cane leaning against his lap. He introduced himself as James Patrick March, and you immediately understood why you were called. He either has a personality disorder or is a compulsive liar. Perhaps both. You asked him simple questions, such as his real name and when he was born. You were only getting nonsensical answers. He could not have been born in the late 1800's or early 1900's; that is ridiculous!

James only felt himself grow hotter with each question you asked. It was like a fire had been lit beneath his skin, and he needed to put it out. Then you asked the question that really got him going.

"Since you refuse to use your real name, I'll just call you Mr. March. How is your personal life going? Are you currently sexually active?"

"I have peculiar interests and refined tastes. How do you modern people phrase it? 'Where there is a hole there is a goal'?"

✧ With that astounded expression on your face, he feels his urges compell him to end this lovely conversation early. That look would look perfect on your dead corpse. He takes the sabre out of his cane and tries to slit your throat; he narrowly misses. Somehow, you unlock his room door and bolt through the hallways. How promising. He walks through the winding hallways slowly. You scramble to find the exit, and he struggles with not just outright chasing you through the maze. No, he must preserve the hunt. After what feels like an eternity to you—only eleven minutes in real time—you finally trip over a stair and hit your head on the railing. Talented fox. You nearly escaped to the lobby. You are too much of a challenge to let go so easily. He's going to keep you to get his release. In more ways than one.

✧ You wake up in the middle of the night in the same room as before. It's freezing, and your clothes are nowhere to be found. Your head is pounding, and you are barely able to breathe. James drugged you with some cocktail of drugs—some legal, most not. You feel blades ghosting your body. You feel them just barely slicing into your skin. It must be sleep paralysis, you rationalize. Something whispers sweet nothings into your ears. You are barely able to discern what those words are.

"You taste... a dream."

"Never leave."

"The best prey— never leave me."

✧ You drift off once again before groggily waking up in a different room. You are still in the Cortez, now in room seventy-four. You feel much different today, weighed down and yet free. You don't have any marks on you that would indicate you were harmed last night. You feel the need to escape, but you are also incredibly confused. A maid is in your room, setting down a new set of clothes. She explains that you passed out after you tripped on a stair while leaving the session early. You accuse her of helping the strange man you interviewed who tried to kill you. She chuckles and says that you aren't his type. Her voice has a little bit of spite in it. That was the moment that you were introduced to Miss Evers. Quite possibly the only person who simultaneously envies you for getting all of James attention and pities you for your lack of self-awareness and intelligence in the situation.

✧ Before you are even able to shoo her off this JPM impersonator comes in your room and greets you. You are naturally apprehensive. He is naturally enthralled to see that his trophy prey has awoken. He cannot wait to just see how you react today. You try to leave and he explains that you never finished your session. You accuse him now of trying to murder you. He brushes it off and insists that you at least have breakfast with him before you leave. You are about to answer firmly when Miss Evers folding of a towel loudly snaps together. This 'James' scolds her and she gives him a doe-eyed look. Before you are even able to say no he is ushering you down the hallway in silken pajamas someone put on you while you were passed. The thought makes you shudder.

✧ You both were served a hearty and delicious breakfast. It isn't very filling to you, no matter how much you eat. It must be how queasy you are from yesterday. If it happened. Perhaps you had a mental break due to all the stress you have been through lately. You don't get a lot of time to think because you are snapped from your thoughts. This James speaks about your future together and how you will have a long and fufilling relationship. He asks you to give him a psyche evaluation. When you say no, he subtly threatens you with the thought of not paying because you didn't actually fill his full session. You reluctantly agree.

✧ He's both incredibly frustrated and intrigued by your persistence. How many times must he explain to you that he isn't a 'cosplayer' or someone with a personality disorder. He is simply the great James Patrick March. No matter. It will make you even more fun to play with.

"Your delusions, doctor, are clouding your mind. So I suppose I will have to make you see the truth—one way or another."

He sets up small 'challenges' to see if you can pass them. He wants to test how long your mental fortitude will hold up.

✧ The first of those was dismembering himself in front of your very eyes. He does it multiple times, and they are all random. He will pluck his eye out and stir it in his tea. He will cut open his chest and stuff his organs into your suitcase. He will remove whatever is covering his neck and finger from his suicide wound. He asks if you would like to feel it, stroke it, touch it, or play with it.

"Doctor, I understand you only deal with the human mind, but would you like to feel this and assess if it is real? Do you believe me now?"

He will stab himself in the heart during one of your sessions and tell you that this is what you do to him. In the most extreme cases, if he isn't getting your coveted attention, he will take himself apart limb by limb and place them on your bed like a cross.

✧ You begin to come to terms with the fact that, at least, this man is psychotic. Perhaps not a ghost, but definitely a killer and wickedly sadistic. You try so many of the phones in the hotel, but so many seem not to work. You try to find your way out once again, but you seem to be trapped within these walls. Which comes to one of his many other tactics: trapping you in The Cortez's hallway maze. He is able to distort the minds of his guests and make sure that they never get out. Like a rat trying to find an escape from a box maze that has no exit. He enjoys just slowly walking behind you and taking in your panic and your quick breaths when your clothing rides up on you. He is able to take a respectful peek at what he will inevitably see time and time again.

✧ He keeps you trapped in the hotel. You never even have a chance to get to the lobby. He has a nice breakfast, lunch, and dinner with you. He has his daily sessions with you. Outside of that? His torture. All of his torture. All of it. He threatens you with it subtly if you do something that he is displeased with. He'll even lock you in that death closet of his and make you stand right near the spike. Sometimes you prefer to be in there because you can hide from him. He likes it when you hide in his death traps. So he totally leaves you alone and totally just doesn't sit right outside your ability to view him.

You are coming to the point where those times when he is cordial are the times you crave. All part of his plan, of course. Although—he hopes that you will keep up the chase, he likes that fiery spirit of yours.

✧ You often find him getting release from his dead victims. You know because your relentless cycle of agony and pleasure stops. At least he doesn't force himself on you when you are awake. You end up doing your best to stay as far away as possible from him during that time. Only you always end up stumbling into the same room as him. You avert your eyes, yet he always has something cheeky to say to you.

"Ngh—darling, darling, wait! This.... this could be us. This could be me. You and me. Nothing could be a replacement for how your flesh feels against mine."

He always turns around and gives you one of those godforsaken winks of his.

✧ That isn't the only time his victims come into play. You are always suspicious of the food he serves you. It's either drugged or the meat could be made from his victims. You first learned that the hard way. You were served meatloaf, and James called in manloaf. He stated that it was made in this very hotel by the very guest who was trying to help you leave. You wanted them so bad, you can have them—in your stomach.

✧ Not even the Countess is able to help. Not that she tries. She is too busy luring more men in. She's forgotten about James mostly, except for the betrayal. She gives you a few warnings and some caution when she can. You are almost like one of her children. Perhaps she would help you if you really were in need. Maybe.

✧ You still get those sensations in your sleep. The feeling of fingertips ghosting on your figure. How the sheets seem to slip off your body. A warm presence keeps you close throughout the night. It often manifests in such strange dreams. It feels like James's thoughts are being injected into your own mind. You dream of him against you—sometimes he is brutally murdering you, and in others he is sensually caressing you. He always seems to tease and taunt you with those tantalizing images in your mind.

✧ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ ⁿ⁰ — You often have panic attacks and breakdowns because of him. Your heart rate quickens as sweat rolls down your body. Your legs shake and give in. The entire hotel seems to spin around you. You have to seek him out for your own comfort. It's so twisted and vile. You can feel bile rising in the back of your throat when it happens. You almost have to crawl on your hands and knees to reach him. Yet, it feels like heaven. His skin is so soft and supple. His suit is always made of the most comfortable materials. His body is always so cool to the touch. In those moments, your body melts into his. That is, until your mind stops its dissociation long enough to realize the trauma you were going through. You are falling for him—a classic case of Stockholm syndrome. You couldn't stand for this. You need to fight against this, against him.

✧ Unfortunately, your non-belief in ghosts stops when you see multiple people you thought were dead trying to warn you. You see your patient, who was killed in this very hotel. They tell you that they're so happy to see you. They are so happy you are here with them. You have to put on your therapist hat again and calm them down. It all clicks. Other people you thought were guests here were warning you. You are being oddly welcomed into the space. The others are cautious of your presence and afraid to upset the owner, the one who holds so much power over them. That strange being that seemed to flicker in and out of your peripheral occasionally. You finally make peace with the fact that James Patrick March is indeed a ghost. You really do need to escape here.

✧ You steal the hotel's shipping schedule for their toiletries and linens. You make a plan to escape. You think you are so clever, and it really makes James hot under his white buttoned collar. He lets you think that you are so much more astute than him. It makes him a little desperate, but he won't show it. He needs your touch so badly. He needs you to love him so badly. He needs you to be his little trophy victim. He needs you to help him chase his highs. He needs you. He needs you. He needs you. You, only you.

✧ He confesses his undying adoration for you and clings to your waist as you try to walk out. He sighs and tries one more tactic before you step out the door. He promises to tell you the entire truth. You are caught off guard by this, and your hand slips off the door. He leads you to his trophy room and shows you his 10 Commandment killings. He directs you to the corner, where your body lies. You are covered in wounds that have long since dried out. Your eyes are lifeless. You have his name etched across your naked chest. You scream, shout, and sob. James gently holds you and soothes you even as you thrash, kick, and gnaw at him.

"You've been trapped here the entire time. Since that night."

As if that makes it any better. You aren't that stupid. You could connect the dots—lack of appetite, coldness, the odd sensations, everything. You are stuck with this monster for all eternity.

"Hmm, yes! I saw you and just knew that I had to have you. Have you gotten my diagnosis yet, my love? It's lovesickness, and your body is the cure."

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padfootdaredmetoo · 1 year

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Hiii i love ur writing so i have a request for tommy shelby but its kinda weird so feel free to ignore it so this is how it goese

Readrer and tommy are childhood friends and he always loved her but didnt tell her andd one day the reader gets with someone and they do the deed and tommy finds out and also he kinda like brags it to tommy so he gets angry and either kills him or hurt him badly and when she finds out shes like super angry n screaming cursing like full angst but then a happy ending after a few years or anything basically ill leave it up to u

Thank you

Love

Hey Anon,

Thank you for this cute request. I really tried for angsty but may have failed slightly. Hope you still enjoy it and thank you for waiting so so so long. <3

Warnings: Cursing, fighting, happy ending, descriptions of panic

Tommy was sure that his life was comprised of inconvenient moments. He was born early, setting the rest of his life off balance. Everything happened a few moments too late or too soon. He was used to struggling enough as it was but this bad luck weighed heavily on his shoulders today.

The current moment he was caught on, was you getting stuck on the opposite side of the city, making you miss his train departing for the war. The exact moment he was going to kiss you and tell you to wait for him. A situation that could have been completely avoided if he’d just listened to Arthur and asked you out ages ago.

He’d had to wait for your letter that was delivered wrongly three times before finally finding him. His annoyance was buried under the relief he felt knowing you’d not stood him up. Just got tangled up in his bad luck. He had a moment where he was tempted to write back. Confess everything. The thought that he’d not be able to see you react prevented him from writing anything of meaning. What if he wrote you something soul-baring and it destroyed his only friendship outside his family? In person he could be casual and see if you showed interest, then he could proceed to the soul-baring nonsense.

He just had to make it out of this alive.

Getting home he almost regretted that choice. He was broken, and you were hardened by the hardship of running things with Pol, but still very much intact.

Your eyes and bright smile seemed to follow him everywhere. So much of himself had sunk away. The realization that if he took you, he’d have to share you with his ominous bad luck. A belief that was only further reinforced by the obvious interactions with his family. No matter how much he tried. Someone always needed you or wanted in on the conversation.

Feeling defeated and jaded he got lost in his plans to push the business, something he thought was productive till it created a larger rift in the family. A divide you’d not chosen a side for yet.

Just when things had really spun out of control a large sum of inventory fell into his lap. One of great importance to the government.

All that running around and yet he still noticed the way you left work that evening, hair and makeup done. Fancy dress. Everything for someone else.

He rarely had feelings anymore, but when he watched you greet him on the sidewalk a sharp pain emerged in his chest. One that he hoped would grow to consume him whole before sending him to the grave.

But he was granted no such luck.

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Three days and you’d been off in your own thoughts, thoughts about someone else when all he could do was think about you.

“Alright, Tom?” You’d asked putting the kettle on.

“Fine.” He answered in an even tone before pulling out a cigarette.

“Things between us-” Your words grabbed his interest just as John came through the kitchen entry.

“Got a lot of folks down there, help Pol.” He asked you easily before moving to take your spot at the stove. You gave him a look. He had no idea what it meant but he felt stupid thinking it was anything at all. You hurried down the stairs.

“What’s that about?” John asked pouring the hot water into the worn tea pot.

“I’d know if you didn't interrupt her.”

“Don’t like that new fella of hers,” John said ignoring him.

“Why?” Tommy hoped there would be a valid reason. Something he could save you from before stealing you away.

“He’s not you.” John laughed. “If I knew you were going to leave her up for grabs, I would have snagged her ages ago.”

Tommy didn't have the energy to respond. He only picked up the newspaper and went back to sulking.

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The day ended in the Garrison. Some Irish broad decided to sing a song meaning it was his time to leave before he burnt the place down. Getting up from the nook he gave John a nod and they both moved outside.

“What a bunch o’ whining,” John muttered pulling out a cigarette, Tommy did the same. They both stood there enjoying the cold air when he noticed a few men approaching from further up the alleyway.

“Shelby!” One of the men called out. He was clearly high on liquid courage as his voice slurred. Tommy turned in his direction catching the look of enjoyment on John’s face.

The men continued shouting till they finally came out of the shadows. The tallest man was unmistakable and for once he was more excited for a fight than John was.

“What you on about?” John asked flicking his cigarette at them.

“Slept with your sweetie! Billy Kimber sends his regards.” The men began laughing and Tommy felt a small flicker of something growing in his chest.

It didn’t take much from him and John before the men were badly bloodied.

“You leave what’s mine alone. Now give my regards to Mr. Kimber.” He spat on them as John pulled him back, looking down at them he wondered if they were dead.

He on the other hand felt very much alive. A momentary sense of victory washed over him and let out a breath he’d been holding for what felt like years.

They enjoyed the cold walk back to the flat, his mind on high alert thinking of all the possible outcomes that could be around the corned. Seeing you sitting with Polly at the kitchen table made everything in his head fall silent.

He’d slept with her because of him.

You and Pol sprung into a million questions. He thought about telling you but decided to descend the stairs up to his room.

“Tom” John’s voice called out from the landing and he looked down at him over the railing. He made a bunch of gestures that translated to something along the lines of “This is your shot with her - stop fucking it up.”

“Later.” He said quietly before continuing up the stairs. He needed to think of a plan.

Kimber was already all over them, Campbell right behind him. Then there was the Lee family. Finally, the mob boss of all the problems, how angry you were going to be when you found out.

He sat there on the bed, the pain from the hits he’d not avoided starting to sink in.

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Reader POV

You were conflicted about Tommy. Well, you were always conflicted about Tommy these days. You were overwhelmed with joy and felt sure that he’d not waste any time with you once he’d gotten home.

You gave him a timeline in your mind. If he didn't ask you out within the first month of being back you’d move on.

Easier said than done. Especially when he and John come home looking like they’d just slaughtered a bunch of pigs. All for the mystery business Tom was conducting behind your back.

You sighed and said good night to Pol before walking home. You were waiting for one of the boys to do it, but that didn't look likely. You were about to tie your jacket when Arthur came downstairs.

“Walk you home, love.” He said while opening the front door.

“Thanks.” You said before following him out into the darkness. You rarely spent alone time with the eldest Shelby and wondered what you would talk about. You set out down the street wishing you’d brought an extra sweater.

“Now, I know you're probably mad about what went down. But there's a few things you gotta understand ‘bout Thomas.”

“Oh?” You didn't know what he was going off about but decided to play along.

“He means well, just gets all twisted up inside his big head. Wants to get the family out of this” He waved his hand around, gesturing to the heaps of garbage spilling out of a dumpster in the alley they were passing. “ I don't think he wants to bring you any closer to himself in case you get hurt in the process.”

“Look while all of you were gone I was in the line of fire more than anyone ‘round here. I can handle myself” You growled tired of always being brushed off and looked down on. Amusement flashed in Arthur's eyes but he knew better than to let it reach his face.

“I know love, I’m just telling you he loves you he’s just at war with him self -”

“He loves me?” You stopped in your tracks and turned to Arthur. His face flushed obviously realizing he’d said too much.

“We’ll I - I thought that was a bit obvious - ya know” He shrugged while looking up at the sky awkwardly looking for the right words to fix things. “Why else would he do that?”

“Do what? Be distant and miserable?”

“Well yeah, that’s what it's like for us blokes” He shook his head “No, I mean he almost killed that bloke for ya. Working for Kimber this whole time, John said it was a blood bath - Havent had to pull him off someone like that in - well, possibly ever.”

Your stomach knotted up painfully and you looked at Arthur in disbelief.

“Don’t beat yourself up lamb, men are truly awful creatures if not tamed by the right crowd -” Arthur trailed off but you stopped listening. That bastard - he lied - or is Tommy lying?

No way he was working for Kimber - this was just Tommy, trying to get his way the only way he knew how. You felt the anger bubble up inside you.

“I’m going to kill him,” You said breathlessly as hot rage started to spill over the edges of your mind.

“Ah Women -” You slapped Arthur’s arm before turning and running back towards the apartment. You threw the door open and ascended the stairs. Polly stepped out of her bedroom looking startled in her nightgown.

“What the -” She started but her voice was drowned out by the blood pounding in your ears. You opened his door and saw him perched on the side of his bed. He’d changed and cleaned himself up, his face looking at you with a concerned expression.

“YOU MOTHER FUCKER-” You shouted and something heavy dislodged itself from your chest causing a long stream of abuse to fall out of your mouth.. You hated how well he took it. Sitting there, watching you patiently on his bed with an unamused expression. It drove you insane, the way his eyes followed you. You’d kicked off your shoes and thrown them in his direction.

“You can’t just make up stories and beat people up because your too cowardly to do the right thing. If you liked me then you should have loved me. Been kind to me, been there for me. Instead you just - you just - act like a fucking monster all the time -” You’d been throwing things around the room a large vase smashed at your feet.

“You don’t love me and he doesn't work for Kimber.” You said finally, looking down at the glass surrounding your sock-covered feet. Slight miscalculation. Your eyes were filled with tears and despite wanting to shout a thousand more curses at him, your throat had closed up tightly.

He stood up and moved towards you. His hands picked you up by the arms and you were too startled by his calm nature to do anything other than let him move you. He placed you on top of his bed, you looked down at him only slightly taller than him with the bed under you.

He pinched your jaw and looked you dead in the eye.

“I do love you.” He said firmly and you couldn't bring yourself to look away from his wide eyes. Filled with things you hadn't seen in so many years.

“This is my fault, you understand? I should have told you long before you fell into his grip. My fault - so I’ll apologize.” You watched him carefully. “I’m sorry.” His voice was low and his breath brushed across your face.

You were too consumed with his close proximity to feel the full weight of his words. His eyes held you in a way that made you know you were seen. You had all of his attention.

“I want proof.” You murmured under direct order from the one part of your brain that was still functioning. He put the final nail in the coffin when he gave you a small crooked smile.

“Then I’ll get you proof.” He said back, amusement plain on his face. With your jaw still trapped between his fingers you felt him press his lips to yours. There was a starving neediness that had been weighing on you both for so many years. No amount of kissing or passion could possibly satisfy the feelings inside of you. You grabbed for him and held him as close to you as possible. All that anger only intensified the heat that was radiating through your body.

He pulled away from you and your fingers started to work open the top button of his shirt. His hand grabbed both of yours and his eyes caught yours again.

“Stay here, alright. Wait for me, for the last time eh?”

“Why?”

“Going to go get your proof.” He moved away from you and you stepped off the bed. “Stay.” He motioned to the bed. “Lots is going to happen tonight. But I need you to run things tomorrow with Pol. Keep the place a float.”

“Alright, when will you be back?” You started to get angry again at his secret keeping.

“To try and sort things between Kimber, then hopefully deal with Campbell. Won’t be gone long - Keep the place safe, take the gun in the drawer. Keep it on you at all times.”

You nodded at him then watched the back of him walk away like so many times before. Something settled in your bones.

The next three days it was like in the war, back up at all times waiting for something to happen. But on the third night, he finally came back to you. The door opened and you saw him move into the small bathroom to clean himself off.

He pushed you across the bed and climbed in beside you. You looked as he handed you a piece of folded paper. There were bloody fingerprints soaked into the paper making you wish you had a hanker chief to cover your fingers.

Opening it you could tell it was a pay stub made out to that idiot, signed by none other than Billy Kimber. Your stomach twisted painfully, and you wished you had a mother to tell. Someone that knew the embarrassment and shame, someone to tell you how to carry it. You wished this could have been some normal heartbreak where you can push it down and never speak of it again, but here it was on display.

“Oh.” You whispered not knowing what else to do.

“There’s your proof.” He said a faint sound of victory in his tired tone. His reaction made you angry all over again, but before you could lay into him about thinking this was funny he put his arms around you pulling you against his chest. “Finally fucking won one.” He let out a long breath.

“What do you mean?” You whispered. They won the war, won various street fights, they’d really rarely lost.

“Been trying to ask you since we were 12.” He mumbled placing a kiss to your neck that made your heart flutter. You let out a small laugh. “Now I won’t have another day where I'm not beside you. No war, no work here you don't know about or can't handle. Nothing between us.” His words warmed your heart, and years of pain fell from his features. He sounded like your best friend again, filled with dreams and wonder.

“Except clothes.” You said in a coy tone. His eyes opened and he took no time manhandling you causing a much-needed loud laugh to escape from your chest.

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swe3troses · 10 months

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10 things I Hate About You pt.2 (Jack Hughes X Reader)

‘I hate the way you drive my car...’

Bianca got up with a start looking at her father offended.

“But she’s a mutant! What if she never dates!”

“Then you’ll never date, ooh I like the sound of that,” her dad says smirking as he rubs his hands together before continuing,

“And I get to sleep at night, the deep slumber of a father whose daughters aren’t being impregnated!” he said facing Bianca before his very out-dated pager beeps notifying him that he had an emergency call at work, he points at Y/N and quickly says

“We will talk about Sarah Lawrence later!” he says as he walks out the front door

“Fine.” Y/N replies going up the stairs to finish her book without having to be annoyed by Bianca.

Bianca’s nostrils flare as she rushes towards the end of the stairs looking up at Y/N

“Can’t you find some blind, deaf guy to take you out so I can have one date!” Bianca shouts

“Sorry Bianca you’ll just have to miss out on the witty repartee of Trevor ‘eat me’ Zegras.”

“You suck!” Bianca says walking away

“You suck!” Y/N mocks back walking up the rest of the stairs.

Luke waited in the library for Bianca, he had learned French and found time in between hockey to be able to teach her French, something Quinn thought he was an idiot for.

Bianca storms in, Luke thought she looked gorgeous. Bianca had her long black hair in a ponytail and a red headband to hold back any falling pieces. She was wearing a red long sleeved crop top with a floral skirt and tiny red heels. Luke’s throat went dry as he opened the book, his hands shaking.

Bianca rushes towards Luke, being almost a foot shorter than him and that makes Luke go wild, he just stares at her before Bianca speaks “Can we make this quick? Troy and Dani are having an incredibly horrendous public breakup in the parking lot,again!” she said, smiling up at him.

His cheeks turned red “Well, uh I thought we would start with pronunciation?”

“Not the gagging, hacking and spitting part please.” she said folding her arms over her chest

“There is an alternative, French food, with me, this saturday.”

“You’re asking me out?” she said her red lips growing into a smile

“That’s so cute? What’s your name again!” she said, making luke embarrassed.

“Luke Hughes. Listen, I know your dad doesn’t let you date, but I thought that if it was for French class he would,-” he said before Bianca spoke again.

“Oh wait a minute, Lyle..”

“Luke.”

“My dad came up with a new rule, I can date when my sister does.” she said before Luke cheers

“Really? Do you like beach houses because me and my brothers have a beach house and-”

“A small problem Luca, In case you haven’t heard, my sister is a hideous breed of loser.”

“Y-yeah I noticed she is a little antisocial…Why is she like that anyway?” Luke asked leaning closer to Bianca

“She used to be really popular, but she got sick of it or something. So then she became some moody indie rock loser.” Bianca replies as she makes a smug face at the talk of her ‘bitch’ sister.

“Yeah..but I am sure there are many men who wouldn’t mind going out with a difficult woman…like…Extreme dating!”

“You think you could find someone that extreme, and you’d do that for me?” Bianca replied holding his hand

“Hell yes! I mean…yes.” Luke said before shrinking down in his seat. Luke’s mind immediately went to his older brother…Jack Hughes.

Luke and Quinn saw their brother at hockey practice at around 2pm, Luke had already told Quinn and decided what was going to happen. He was pushing people into walls and gliding the puck into the net with such ease and then doing a very cocky celly, the rest of his teammates looking at him with fear.

“Hey brother, what’s up my man…” Luke said as he approached

“Yes, Luke? Is there something you need?” Jack said as he went to sit on the bench taking off his skates as his brother talked to him with his gear still on.

“Can you maybe take out this girl, Y/N, you’re the only one I know who could handle her-” He tried to say before being interrupted

“No way Luke, I am not taking out some chick, for your benefit.” he said as he walked to the locker room, not even glancing at his brother before taking off his jersey while walking into the locker room showing his toned back and his chest guard.

“God, of course he said no.” Luke said as he got on the bench as he took off his skates while Quinn skated off the ice and sat next to him.

“What we need…is a backer…someone who could convince Jack…” Quinn says before looking at Trevor and immediately knowing who his target was.

“Hey Trevor…” Quinn said as he skated towards Trevor. Trevor gave him a look.

“What’s up Hughesy, what do you need?” Trevor said as he skated around the ice rink.

“I need you to ask Jack to date Y/N L/N. Now here me out, all you have to do is pay him, and you may score a date with Bianca…” Quinn said desperate to help his little brother out.

“Fine, Bianca sounds nice…Ok I’ll do it, you owe me.” Trevor said before skating off the rink and going towards the locker room and approaching Jack.

“Hey Jack…buddy…Wanna go out with Y/N L/N for a couple bucks?” Trevor asked Jack as Jack stripped down to his boxers grabbing his regular clothes which consisted of a white t-shirt and blue swimming shorts. Jack gave him a confused expression.

“Why does everyone want me to go out with this chick? She got brownie flavored nipples or something?” Jack asked while taking out his vape and taking a hit.

“It may have something to do with her younger sister…Bianca L/N…But I’ll pay you 50 bucks a date.” Trevor said as he smiled

Jack didn’t even care, money is what caught his attention, he couldn’t get a job because he was too focused on hockey, so getting money for taking out a girl, a girl he thought was kind of pretty, it was perfect.

“Fine, I’ll do it, but I want the money in advance. Now I’m gonna go try to ask this girl out while you sit here in uniform.” Jack said before taking another hit and walking out of the locker room with a mission on his mind.

“Hey girly.” Jack said as he approached Y/N who was at her locker grabbing her books for psych.

She looks towards him with an amused smile. She was wearing a white long sleeve top, a long blue skirt and black chunky sandals, her h/l h/c hair was let down with half of it up.

“Why hello?” she said looking at him with a slight smirk

“What are you doing pretty girl?” Jack said as he looked at her

“Trying to grab my notebook for psych as a certain white boy is pestering me.” she said as she finds her book and slams her locker closed

“Mm I wonder who that boy is.” Jack said as he smirked at her “Do you maybe wanna go out sometime?” he asked, using his charming white smile to grab her attention. “I’ll give you a hint.” she says as she pulls open her locker revealing a mirror and pointing it at Jack. Jack looks at her with a shocked but amused face..now this girl has caught his attention, he is still in it for the bet, but Y/N…she was starting to make this a bit more fun and exciting for him.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is short, drivers ed and summer assignments are driving me crazy...anyways heres the next chapter, the third chapter will be uploaded soon, thank you for reading sorry for the delay

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #nhl #luke hughes x reader #quinn hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes x reader #10 things i hate about you #fanfic

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kywaslost · 1 year

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hello! is it okay if i can request headcannons for aizawa with a student who has a processing disorder and has to have things like simplified for them? i have something called auditory processing disorder and i cant really understand people sometimes, so i need things simplified for me or for someone to say something slower so i can understand it better. im sorry if this will be a bother!

Reader Has A Processing Disorder - Aizawa

A/N: Hi! This isn’t a bother at all! In fact, I enjoyed researching the different processing disorders, especially since I really love Anatomy and Physiology or anything to do with the human body. I decided to include all processing disorders, if that’s alright! Hope you enjoy it!

I found all of the information in this fic here.

Auditory Processing Disorder (APD) - impacts comprehension and recall of what you hear and auditory processing in the brain; can result in issues related to listening for children, including repeated requests for clarification of spoken directions, or difficulty understanding conversations if they’re in a noisy place.

When you tell Aizawa about your APD, it really doesn’t bother him

You need him to clarify or repeat himself? He can do that.

You ask to audio record each class? He lets you sit in the front row to better pick up the audio

Takes you to speech therapy if you ask him to, since it’s off campus

Helps you learn sign language if that’s what you’d like so you’ll be able to understand him better

When you do your work studies, it can get loud and hard for you to understand your mentor, so you end up using sign language a lot outside of the classroom

Overall, Aizawa is willing to do anything to help you excel in the classroom

Just because you have trouble processing sounds doesn’t mean you should fall behind your classmates

Like I said earlier, your APD doesn’t change the way he thinks about you or how he treats you

Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD) - can result in over-responsiveness to sensory input, such as extreme sensitivity to loud noise or itchy clothing, or under responsiveness, which could be shown as a lack of awareness of personal space or a desire for thrill seeking.

Aizawa is much more aware about how you feel and how you’re acting when he learns you have SPD.

Your school uniform is too itchy or the fabric bothers you? He helps you talk to Nezu about ordering a new uniform in a fabric that doesn’t bother you.

The lights are too bright? He dims them down as much as he can without making the other students sleepy.

It’s too loud? Let’s you wear noise-canceling headphones and uses sign language for the rest of class as he speaks so you don’t miss anything.

Knows if you have aversions to certain foods and their textures

Keeps foods that you’re comfortable with in a drawer in his desk in case of emergencies

Have trouble moving, like climbing stairs or going far distances? Aizawa will walk with you to make sure you get to your location alright

Or makes sure someone is always with you

Your quirk doesn’t require you to do much physical activity, so you should be ok in that aspect

On the other hand, if you’re under stimulated and can’t sit still, Aizawa has plenty of fidget toys for you to mess around with

Notices when you begin to chew on your pencil or hoodie strings and gives you something else to do so you aren’t constantly chewing on things

Yet again, he tries to help you the best he can to make sure you’re comfortable and not a threat to yourself or others

Visual Processing Disorder (VPD) - one may not be able to distinguish between shapes, have difficulty copying notes from the board, or have difficulty remembering the correct sequence for letters or numbers in a series.

Aizawa is going to need to help you a bit more with this one

But he doesn’t mind

Knows you struggle with taking notes so he’ll either give you his notes or makes sure that one of your classmates helps you with your own notes

If you’re asked to read aloud in class, he’ll help you since you often mix up letters

But he tries his best to keep you from reading in class

He knows how embarrassed you get by it sometimes

Offers to help you with math homework

Especially when you have to do the same online assignment 8 times to get 100% just because your numbers move around on you (not me in calculus yesterday…)

Writes even bigger on the board to help you try and keep your letters and numbers in the right order

Schedules study sessions with you to make sure you’re keeping up with him and the other students

Helps you in as many ways as possible

#comfort #bnha #bnha comfort #x reader #platonic #mr aizawa #bnha aizawa #shouta aizawa #aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa x reader comfort #platonic aizawa x reader #eraserhead

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whatyadrawin · 3 months

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The Fruit After the Flesh 18+ - Chapter 6-

Minors DNI!

Masterlist

Approximately 3,177 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt(HeadCanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Life threatening event, mild sexually suggestive language, swear words

A/n: Sorry for there not being a whole lot of art in this chapter, I am trying to streamline my work so that I can get these chapters out as quick as possible. I have really grown so accustomed to Luda Mae, I admit I am a bit attached to her, same goes for that pervy old man Charlie. As always, reblogs, likes and comments are extremely appreciated, and I hope you enjoy the chapter and art!

Tag-List: @fan-goddess

Chapter 6

The sound of crackling and smell of campfire wafted into your dream, you were so drained from the heat exhaustion you experienced that you could barely wake up. You feel really hot and as you open your eyes you see fire, raging ember flames were licking at the walls and dancing across the ceiling as smoke flooded the air. You immediately jump out of bed and scream as you scramble to get out of the room, the thick poisonous smog was choking your lungs and stinging your eyes. You run to the door but it is blocked by fire and heat, you try to get to the window to open it but a large plank from the ceiling falls in front of it trapping you inside.

You sprint towards the bathroom and see the window is too tiny to get out of so you decide to get the shower head and spray the entire bathroom with water to prevent the fire from coming in, this futile attempt was modestly effective but the smoke was promising to take your life. You scream for help, in the hopes that maybe Dover could hear you and be a decent enough person to come to your aid, but the more you screamed the more smoke you inhaled. You spray yourself with water and hold a towel to your nose to filter out some of the fumes and begin to cry, realizing that this home is now your grave.

A sudden crash instills even more fear and defeat, the house is now collapsing from the flames eating its structure, but as soon as doom overwhelms you, the door to the bathroom starts pounding with heavy thuds. It takes you a second to process what the sound is -the ceiling is probably collapsing now- you feel yourself begin to slip away as the polluted air chokes you. In a blink, the bathroom door explodes off its hinges, a plume of black smoke furls into the room and from that smoke emerges a beast, Tommy.

He scoops you up and pulls you out of the house and away from the flames to safety, gently placing you down on the ground, he began helping Charlie with spraying the house down with what looks like an old water truck. In a quick half hour, the flames were extinguished and your beautiful home was now sitting there horribly damaged from what you were able to see. You suck in clean air to help get the toxins out of your lungs and clear your blood, Charlie comes up to where you lay with Tommy right beside him and says,

“You’re lucky we were here girly, this would’a been the end of you and your damn house.” He then looks at Tommy and tells him, “Boy, pick her up and get her into the truck, she’s comin’ home with us.”

Tommy nods and picks you up delicately as if you were made of glass. When he got to the truck, he placed you on his lap and held you tightly, you were coughing furiously, trying to get out the toxins that infiltrated your lung tissue. The drive was extremely short, your eyes were closed the entire ride from the stinging you felt. Once you reached the Hewitt house, Tommy quickly brought you inside where Luda Mae was waiting for you.

“Bring her up to my room and set her on the bed, quickly now” Luda Mae spoke with a wavering voice full of worry.

She followed Tommy up the stairs with a bucket full of clean, cool water and a washcloth. You opened your eyes a little to be able to look at Tommy, you wanted to thank him so badly but you could barely speak. The upstairs of their home was a new space for you as you had only ever needed to be on the main floor for visits; Wallpaper colored the walls in an old Dijon yellow, marked with whispers of mysterious stains form years ago; There was a dark walnut trim wrapping around the ceiling and floors matching in a same walnut brown shade, the lighting from dated wall sconces dimly lit the hallway and made you feel uneasy.

Luda Mae guided him to her bedroom door, “Carefully now Tommy, we don’t want to do anymore damage that the fire hadn’t already caused.”

Luda Mae had a bedroom you would expect for a household matriarch, the floors were impeccably clean and reflected the soft lamp light that shone from the corner of the room; The walls were a soft eggshell white and the bed you were placed on was large with soft cotton sheets in a cheery canary yellow color. You start coughing more from the movement,

“Thank you, son, now clear outta here, she ain’t dressed for male company.” Luda Mae pushes Tommy out and he reluctantly obeys, his head was swiveling to keep his sight on you as much as he could before the door closed behind him.

You realize you were wearing the least amount of clothing tonight because of the Texan heat that plagued you the entire time you had been in Fuller. You had nothing much on but some old short-shorts and a slinky little tank top that could barely hang on to your breasts. You almost felt shame but you could barely think of anything at the moment, your lovely new home is now severely damaged, possibly even burnt to the ground for all you knew.

“You poor thing, you just can’t catch a break huh? You must be so scared and tired.” Luda Mae had such a soothing voice; she was so much like a mother you never had.

You try to speak, “Luda *cough* I’m so sorry to be such a burden on your family, I owe my life to you all.” Your barely audible voice was gravelly from all the smoke and irritation.

She gives you a stern look, “Don’t you dare think you owe us hun, your life was in danger and there was no way we were gonna let you die in that fire.” She began washing the soot from your face and body, then handed you a glass of water to drink, which you promptly guzzled down immediately. You begin to feel a wave of emotion come over you, tears start welling up in your eyes and you start sobbing, Luda Mae holds you close to her chest and pets your head gently, she says,

“It’s gonna be ok sweetheart, don’t you worry none, we ain’t gonna let nothing happen to you anymore. You’re family.”

You sob into her; you haven’t had a strong cry in years and the stress of recent events was enough to break you,

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do now, my home is gone! I have nowhere to live, everything I had, all my memories from home are probably all burnt up now!”

Luda Mae lets out a sympathetic laugh, “Oh hun! You’re gonna live here with us until you want to leave.” She lifts your chin up to have you face her and she wipes your tears with a dainty little handkerchief, she adds,

“Tonight, you’re gonna get some well needed rest, and tomorrow we can go look and see what the damage is together, and we’ll talk some more.”

Luda Mae goes into the joining bathroom and grabs a box of tissues; she sets them down next to you and puts a jug of fresh water next to your cup on the night stand. She looks at you with worry in her eyes, you can feel the motherly concern she has for you just by her expression, she says,

“I need you to get some sleep tonight hun, you might cough a lot and that’s to be expected after a fire, but if you need anything you just holler. I know my boy is going to be right outside all night and I’ll be in Charlies room -God help me- which is right next to this one.”

Through bleary eyes and sniffles, you give her a nod, she gently shuts the door behind her as she exits and you hear her mumble something to someone before walking away. You do your best to get some sleep, the crying puffed up your eyes and made you sleepy enough to pass out.

You woke up to the sound of farm animals milling about outside, the gentle clucks of chickens pecking the ground and the calls of cows mooing in the field. You can hear Charlie speaking to Tommy outside in the barn but it’s too far away to make out the words. You slowly get up and pour yourself some water, muffled coughs still plague you but they are lessened in strength. You hear a knock at the bedroom door and Luda Mae speaks softly,

“You awake hun? Can I come in?”

You call out to let her in and she opens the door, she picks up something off the table next to her outside and walks towards you with an in-bed breakfast tray holding a glass of orange juice and some eggs and toast.

“I have some food here for you dear, you don’t have to eat it if you don’t feel hungry so don’t push yourself.” She sets the tray on your lap and puts some pillows behind your back to help you sit up, she follows,

“How are you feeling today? You slept far into the day which is good, you needed it.”

You smile at her and reply,

“I’m doing better today; I didn’t mean to cry on you last night… I’m a bit embarrassed. What time is it?”

She looks at you with an annoyed look and says,

“Now that’s enough of that nonsense, you better not feel embarrassed at all; why, you had every right to cry with all of what happened to you, I’m surprised you weren’t hollerin’ all night.” She looks at a watch on her wrist, “Oh, and it’s past 1pm dear, you got a good healthy amount of rest, that makes me happy.”

She gets up and walks towards the closet, she slides open the doors and stares at the clothes hanging on the rack, she places her hands on her hips ad says,

“Now let’s find you something to put on so we can go check on your house.”

You start eating the food on the tray as she sifts through the clothing in the closet, the eggs were perfectly cooked, sunny side up with a soft yolk for you to dip your toast into. You thank Luda Mae for the food and she smiles back at you, she turns back and spots something; she pulls out a large pastel blue shirt and brings it over to you,

“This was worn by Thomas when he was growin’ up, he grew out of it real quick and now it’s just a big pretty shirt. I think it would be like a nice little dress on you, it’s at least something to put on so we can get you to your home without the men lookin’ at you like hungry dogs to a steak.”

You blush in embarrassment and say,

“I’m so-“

Luda Mae cuts you off immediately and says,

“The next words outta your mouth better not be ‘sorry’ hun. You ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry about, it doesn’t matter how you were dressed for bed, that’s your business, I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable is all, it ain’t a judgment on your character or nothin’…I’m not that kind of Christian.”

She takes the empty tray away from you and starts heading out the door,

“Now you get yourself ready and I’ll take you back up to the house. No need to rush none sweetheart, you take your time.” And with that she closes the door behind her.

You head into the bathroom which is very old fashioned, the walls were painted a pale teal blue, white tiles with flower patterns scaled around the tub and the fixtures were a weathered gold color. You wash your face and gargle some tap water; you clean your body off in the tub which makes the water run grey from the soot still stuck to your skin. You let out a sigh -I smell like a goddamn chimney- the shower made you feel amazing, it was nice to get so clean after a traumatic event.

Once you were done in the shower, you got changed into the shirt Luda Mae left for you, the color was very pretty, it was a powder blue, button down made entirely of cotton; you slipped it over your body and it really was like a dress on you, the sleeves were very long and the bottom of the shirt reached your knees -Fucking hell, this was his when he was growing?- you felt a little scandalous wearing the old shirt of a man you didn’t know very well, you didn’t have that kind of relationship with him but it was fun to imagine that you did which got your mind off the stress of last night.

You make your way downstairs, your bare feet slapping on the cool hardwood floor, each step made a gentle creak which reminded you of the old home you grew up in back in Manitoba. The sepia tone of the afternoon sun washed into the home and a cool breeze flowed in through the open windows making the curtains sway gently. The house was very quiet inside, the muted sounds of the animals and nature outside floated off the walls like a comforting hug, you felt very at home in the Hewitt house as if you were never a stranger to them.

Luda Mae rounds a corner and brings you an old pair of flip flops which looked strangely modern and out of place for an old Texan farm. You ask,

“Oh, who’s are these?”

Luda Mae pauses for a second and purses her lips in thought,

“Uh, they were from a family friend who visited and forgot them. Put them on dear.”

You couldn’t help but feel her response was a little suspicious, but you struggled to place what it was. You shrug it off and thank her for the shoes. You both head out towards your home, you pass by the barn and see Tommy heaving planks of wood from inside the barn, he was shirtless.

You immediately widen your eyes and blush heavily, his sweaty body was shimmering in the sun, most of his torso was disappointingly hidden by his overalls but you were able to see some hair surrounding a small pink nipple. Immediately you had sinful thoughts running through your head, you wondered so desperately what the rest of him looked like and how low the hair went down. Luda Mae called out to him,

“Thomas! Me n’ Y/N are going to head back to her property for a bit, some foods on the kitchen table for you!”

Tommy did a double take to look at you when he saw you were wearing an old favorite of his. He was frozen where he was, his eyes followed as you made your way down the driveway to the main road. Luda Mae laughed noticing this, she said,

“He hasn’t seen that shirt in so long, he used to love wearing it. I bet he’s happy it’s bein’ worn again”

Both you and Luda Mae reach your home, you are feeling anxious to see what you are going to find left after the fire and you feel a knot in your stomach forming. Before you could get up the driveway enough to see the house, Luda Mae turns to you and asks,

“Are you gonna be alright dear?”

You nod and continue up the driveway, you can already smell the burnt wood and you start to get scared; you make it over the hill revealing the house to be in better shape than you initially thought; most of it is still standing and undamaged, your heart lifts a little seeing that you still have well over half a home left to work with. Charlie comes out from behind the house and walks towards you both,

“This ain’t so bad. Looks to me like the bedroom took the brunt of the flames, most of this house ain’t damaged at all.”

Luda Mae smiles and holds your hand,

“Oh, praise lord Jesus. Looks like this can be fixed up, you can live with us while repairs get done, or…forever if you like.” She giggles after adding that in.

You laugh, “I really appreciate your offer, and I will have to take you up on it. I’ll pay my way and help out until my home is ready to move back into of course.”

Charlie puts his hands on his hips and turns to you,

“I tried lookin’ for that shithead Dover but, he’s nowhere to be found. I didn’t see a corpse in the house or nothin’ so he ain’t dead far as I can tell.”

You had completely forgotten about Dover, it was strange that he was missing but you didn’t really care at this moment, you were just happy to know that you still had a home. You make your way inside the house to see the damage in the bedroom, it looks like the fire was most damaging by the window which you thought strange. You see the closet is covered in soot, you open it and check the clothes, they needed a wash but remained undamaged. You take a suitcase from out of another closet in the foyer, you fill it up with clothes and essential items, if you needed anything more, you could just get into the storage container which still had so many things in it.

Once the suitcase was full, you head towards Luda Mae who asks,

“Got everything you need? You can slowly bring more stuff everyday if you like, you’ll be stayin’ with us a while.” She puts her arm around you and squeezes reassuringly.

Charlie walks alongside you and Luda Mae, he asks,

“Y/N, did you leave somethin’ electric plugged in near the window? Maybe some woman contraption for hair or what not?”

You squint your eyes at the ignorant statement but reply,

“No, I didn’t have anything plugged into the wall, not even a lamp. Anything that could have caught fire like that would be in the bathroom but there wasn’t a fire in there.”

Charlie rubs his chin,

“I think we need to keep an eye out for Dover, wherever that backwoods fuck is.”

You furl your eyebrows in thought -Does he think that Dover lit the fire? Why would he do that? It would risk his job and the orchard…- You were perplexed with the thought but it was always a possibility, he did say many times how much he wanted the full property all to himself. He needs to be found, and he needs to be found quickly.

Next chapter-

#what ya writin #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x y/n #slasher community #thomas hewitt x afab reader #leatherface 2006 #texas chainsaw massacre #my art #the fruit after the flesh

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potionsprefect · 5 months

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The Big Christmas Game

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 799

Summary: 4 people, one job, can they do it?

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Fluff

Thank you @kyra75 for this prompt idea! This was so much fun to write!

“Mommy look how much snow there is outside!” Luke climbed onto the sofa and looked out the window.

“I can see. It looks like we won’t be going anywhere today.” Victoria smiled as she put her book down.

“But why? I want to go outside and play in it.” Luke said.

“Oh you can go outside and play. We just can’t go anywhere in the car as Daddy won’t be able to drive anywhere as it’s not safe.” Victoria replied.

“And Mommy always leaves the driving to Daddy when the weather is like this.” Ethan entered the living room.

“I want to build a snowman! There’s so much snow outside!” Lily ran into the living room.

“I think a snowman sounds like a great idea. But you’ll have to wrap up warm. It’s very cold outside.” Victoria said.

“That means lots and lots of layers to keep warm.” Ethan added.

Luke and Lily looked at each other. “Race to the top of the stairs?” Luke asked.

Lily sprinted off, Luke not far behind her as their little footsteps echoed up the stairs and throughout the downstairs.

“I think getting into work tomorrow is going to be difficult.” Victoria said.

Ethan laughed. “They’ll have to come with us and we’ll have to take the subway instead. It’s not all bad.”

“I know. But for now it looks like we’ve got a snowman to build.”

Victoria and Ethan headed up the stairs ready to get warm and head out into the snow.

Luke and Lily giggled as their feet crunched in the crisp, white snow, Jenner making them laugh even harder as he buried himself in the snow and then jumped out in front of them.

“I can’t even see the ground!” Lily said looking at her footprints.

“And it’s still snowing.” Luke smiled.

“That’s what winters in Massachusetts are like.” Victoria said.

“I like it!” Luke said.

“Are we ready to build this snowman?” Ethan said.

“Yes! What do we need to do?” Lily asked.

“Well first we need to gather as much snow as possible into a large ball. Do you think you can gather up some snow for us?” Victoria said.

Luke and Lily set off grabbing as much snow as their tiny hands would allow them whilst Ethan and Victoria were able to make a larger snow ball themselves.

“I’ve got some!” Lily said.

“I’ve got some too!” Luke grinned.

Victoria smiled at them. “Excellent. Why don’t you add them to the pile and Daddy can make it as big as possible.”

Luke and Lily did as Victoria said. The bottom half was quite large but impressive nonetheless. The next step was making two smaller ones to complete the body.

Luke and Lily were able to collect enough snow to complete the body and the family stood back and admired their work.

“What do we think?” Ethan said.

“It looks great! But he’s missing a face Daddy!”

“Well lucky for you, Mommy came prepared.” Ethan looked at Victoria.

Victoria headed inside and emerged a few minutes later with some coal, buttons and a carrot.

“Yay! Now he can be a happy snowman!” Luke said.

“What about some arms?” Lily said.

“We can use some sticks from the trees. Although it looks like Jenner found them first. You’ll have to get them off him.” Victoria laughed.

Lily walked over to Jenner who was playing with some sticks he had found. “Can I have the sticks please Jenner?” She asked. Jenner dropped them and looked up at her. “Thank you Jenner! You’re a good boy!”

“Well done for remembering your manners.” Victoria said.

Lily handed the sticks to her Mom. “Can I put them on?”

“Of course. Hand one to Luke and Daddy and I will lift you both up.” Victoria said.

Lily handed one to Luke and soon the snowman had two arms for sticks.

“Now we need to do his face!” Luke said.

Victoria handed Luke and Lily a coal each so that they could put the eyes on. The buttons were then added until all that was left was the carrot for the nose.

“Would you like to do the final honours?” Ethan said to Luke and Lily.

The twins nodded and Victoria and Ethan lifted them up, both of them holding onto the carrot and they placed it on their face, big smiles on their faces.

“Hooray! It looks so good!” Luke said.

“Thank you for making the snowman with us.” Lily said.

“Thank you for inviting us.” Victoria laughed.

“We should make it a tradition to build a snowman every year.” Ethan said.

“Sounds like a plan.” Victoria smiled.

The Ramsey family admired their efforts with a smile. Now they had a new tradition in place, one they couldn’t wait to fulfil every year.

Christmas is in full swing and the Ramsey family are spending their first Christmas as a family of four this year!

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#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan ramsey x victoria clarke #ethan x victoria #playchoices #open heart fanfic #open heart fanfiction #choices: open heart #fluff #choices fic writers creations #fics of the week

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anomalousmancunt · 10 months

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since the topic of the week seems to be accesibility, i want to mention some accesibility issues i've encountered that just... don't seem to be talked about.

so. my sense of direction sucks. that's something i've accepted - i can orient myself via landmarks, but that isn't always possible (both because sometimes there aren't any landmarks/ones i can easily remember, and because sometimes i need more specific directions; i could guide you through a forest, but sadly i am not a deer, so). it's equal parts the autism messing up my ability to navigate certain enviroments, and the brain fog making it so that sometimes i just. get lost. i also cannot walk for too long, nor can i stand up still too much.

as you may guess, getting lost is... kind of a big issue. some of my friends, who do not have these struggles and/or have them differently, are able to either orient themselves quicker or keep walking until they find a spot they know - this is a good solution for them! it's not doable for me, though. i also can't often ask for directions, because stress tends to cause me to lose speech (and pain, too - since standing/walking tends to be painful, well...).

this means that, say, even if i'm on a building fully accesible for my mobility issues (meaning elevators, scalators, etc*), if it isn't accesible for my navigation issues (like, say, it doesn't have maps easy to see, signs indicating where certain landmarks are, etc), then i cannot use the building. not alone, at least.

in an emergency, i'm fucked - not because i couldn't get to the exit/a safe spot physically, but because i wouldn't be able to know how to get there. and "following people" also isn't easy - crowds are so deeply overwhelming that most of the time i'm unable to follow them**, and i'm also slow at walking, so even being able to keep up with people isn't always possible (or likely).

places i've enjoyed going and considered accesible to these specific issues had big maps not too far from each other and clear signs indicating main landmarks (bathrooms, food courts, STAIRS i cannot thank the people in charge of the signage enough for marking where stairs/escalators/elevators are, etc). sadly at least where i live this isn't really common - a lot of the signage is small or unclear, there's like one map at most.

*i am not including ramps on this list because my mobility issues, and the fact that i don't use mobility aids, make it so they're sometimes harder for me to use - they're really important but this is a personal experience post.

**as in i will freeze and/or run on the other direction to avoid bad sensory input. during high stress situations and without someone as support i cannot stay in a crowd.

#cpunk #dyspunktional #actually disabled #neurodivergence #actually autistic #accesibility #disability pride month #cripple punk #physdis #physically disabled #physical disability #unitypunk

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adiduck · 22 days

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Stairs? (Adi, I love every little snippet of this. I am so ready.)

...Okay. I've got stairs, but the context of this is VERY LONG. So, Bea, you get an EXTRA LONG snippet! <3

“You can use my phone to call Ice,” he said, defeated. “It should go through to his personal cell, which will be quicker.”

“Thank you, Captain,” she said, and waited as Maverick pulled out his phone, opened it, hit the correct contact, and selected speaker.

Maverick had a short, hopeful tenish seconds when he thought maybe nobody would pick up.

“Mav?” came Bradley’s voice. Maverick winced.

“Good afternoon, sir,” the doctor said calmly. “I’m Dr. Oliean, calling from Naval Medical Center San Diego on behalf of Captain Pete Mitchell. I was hoping I could speak to Admiral Kazansky?”

“They’re in the building,” Maverick said again. “Really, this is unnecessary, you could probably just wheel me down there—”

“Wheel?” Bradley interrupted. Maverick snapped his mouth shut, wincing.

“May I ask who I am speaking with?” the doctor asked.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw,” Bradley said. “I’m in the room with Admiral Kazansky, but unfortunately he’s on mandatory vocal rest at the moment. I could… Captain Mitchell was my legal guardian until I turned eighteen. You could tell me?”

Maverick winced hard enough that it sent a jolt of pain straight up and down his spine.

“I don’t see you on the emergency contact list, Lieutenant Bradshaw,” the doctor said. “Is there a way we could get in visual contact with Admiral Kazansky?”

“...He, ah,” Bradley said, sounding a little strangled. “He says that—if it’s alright, he’ll type and I’ll read out what he’s saying.”

The doctor sighed. “Captain?”

“Fine,” Maverick said. “Bradley—for the record, that’s just because you were deployed around the world a lot of the time and I needed to add a couple people who’d be able to text Ice—”

“It’s—It’s okay, Mav,” Bradley said. “I get it. Ice—Admiral Kazansky wants to know what the damage is, doctor?”

The doctor went into the laundry list again, looking just as harassed about it this time as she was when she told Maverick about it.

“Frankly, sir, if it were something I was allowed to prescribe, I’d suggest kintsugi,” she finished, glaring at Maverick like this was somehow his fault again. Maverick didn’t even know what that was.

“Kintsugi?” Bradley said after a beat—read, probably. He sounded a bit distracted. “Oh. Ice, yeah, that’s a Japanese art thing—they take broken or cracked porcelain and pour molten gold in—ah. He says he knows what kintsugi is.” Typical, Maverick thought. Bradley continued, sounding a little sheepish. “He asks that you refrain from referring to Captain Mitchell’s bones as cracked porcelain.” Maverick kind of suspected Ice had said that less politely. Still.

“I’d appreciate that, personally,” Maverick drawled.

“He says you no longer get an opinion, Mav,” Bradley reported. That was probably verbatim.

“As it stands, Captain Mitchell has about three months of recovery and rehabilitation ahead of him,” the doctor interrupted. “Due to the fact that he will be in six separate braces and unable to drive, hospital policy is that someone else will have to sign him out. Due to the limited motion and the fact that he will be in a chair until the braces on his arms and shoulder are removed and he can use other tools to assist with walking, we also recommend he have someone around to assist him during recovery.”

There was a much longer pause, and some muffled talking and shifting on the other side of the phone line. “Apologies,” Bradley said finally. “Admiral Kazansky says that all makes sense, but that he’ll be in hospital for another couple days, and Captain Mitchell currently lives alone on base in North Island in temporarily assigned housing that will have to be extended, as he was only here on special assignment.”

“Or I can just head back to mine in China Lake,” Maverick said, trying for light. “At least I live all on one level.”

“He says he h—oh, that one was just for me,” Bradley said. Maverick smiled. That was definitely I hate the hangar. If Maverick knew Ice, and he did, it was I hate that stupid fucking hangar. If he was really on a tear—and he might be, considering how long Bradley was being quiet—he was adding turning himself into a hermit in the desert, and god forbid he spend time around real humans apart from his team, and if China Lake were closer I’d force him to just stay in my guest room.

“That one? Alright. Mav, he says you should just stay with him.” Maverick snorted.

“Your guest rooms all have stairs, Ice.”

“He says he’ll call someone to flip the second office downstairs.”

Maverick shook his head. “Come on, that’s too much work.”

“He says he’ll make it an order if he has to. Captain. He says he’ll make it an order if he has to, Captain.” Bradley was starting to sound kind of amused, which was an improvement on ‘worried’ or ‘trying not to sound hurt’. Maverick grinned, and winked at the doc. She rolled her eyes, but let him continue to negotiate.

“Sounds like an abuse of your position, sir,” Maverick fired back.

“He says he could come up with a reason and you won’t like it.” Maverick cracked, laughing and then wincing as his everything protested, the doctor’s hands flying out to brace him.

#adi is a writer #wip snippet #retirement au #ask game #okay also I just love this bit #it makes me laugh #but I think you'll agree that the context makes the particular line make more sense!

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is-the-owl-video-cute · 2 years

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lmao I used to have a binge eating disorder and ate like 7k calories a day. Crazily enough when I started eating a normal amount of food for my gender/height/activity level I lost weight and my sleep apnea went away, I can now walk up the stairs in my house without excruciating pain, and I have 500x the energy that I used to and my brain fog is 99% gone. But I'm sure being 190lbs overweight and eating until I felt like I was going to vomit was totally healthy and my pain was just a manifestation of my internalized fatphobia or w/e lmao

People must have somehow magically evolved to be morbidly obese in only a few decades, it can't possibly have anything to do with insane portion sizes, mass production and availability of unhealthy food, a food pyramid sponsored by companies wanting to sell you their trash and food now being full of sugar, corn syrup, artificial colors and other garbage. We're also so magical that being fat is totally fine for us unlike the thousands of other animal species in existance.

Keto and intermittent fasting literally saved my life. I was able to go down from 10 DIFFERENT MEDICATIONS to only needing 4 of them. I've literally talked to hundreds of people with the exact same story.

“I traded my BAD eating disorder for a GOOD eating disorder” is not the flex you think it is anon.

By your own admission your issue was having an eating disorder, not being fat, if you think every fat person also has an eating disorder you are projecting your own trauma and insecurities onto other people because you apparently think your experiences are universal. Most fat people do not eat until they puke actually.

The reason obesity is dangerous for a lot of animals is because, get this, animal physiology and adaptations vary greatly between species. Do you think you have the same needs as a flea? Bears, seals, whales, hippos, boars, and several other species have to carry a lot of fat to survive. Humans are bipedal and have fat stores that build up away from organs and joints. This keeps a lot of the strain off the back and prevents many of the issues you will see in quadrupeds and birds from emerging.

Ease and rate of storing fat in humans is largely due to genetics. People who were born by a starving mother naturally hold fat more easily because this is an adaptation to prevent starvation in famines. Increased fat stores is also hereditary so people who had ancestors that were starving will carry weight more often than those whose ancestors had an easy access of food for several generations. Because this was something humans adapted to over the course of millennia as nomadic groups who had to deal with inconsistent food availability due to different climates, flooding cycles, droughts, etc, humans did in fact evolve to have a fluid metabolism and hold stores of fat just fine. If you think fat people are a new invention, I have insane news for you about noble and royal families in Europe for hundreds of years. Being fat was a status symbol to show off how much money you had and that you had no need to toil in fields. This is documented very well.

Keto and [starving yourself] is not healthy. If your entire argument is that being some arbitrary level of “overweight” is unhealthy, you should consider not promoting a diet that causes you to have calcium absorption complications, chronic arterial diseases, kidney stones, and other serious issues long term. Anorexia is not a health trick either, once again, that is an eating disorder.

#ed mention #ed recovery

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hackedmotionsensors · 5 months

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Thank you to the people who stopped by my booth this weekend at LACC!! I know I was a little down yesterday but I think I was just tired lol as you are when you've been subjected to light torture that is the LA Convention center LED overhead lights lol me the whole weekend "There are FOUR lights"

Anyway everyone who stopped by was absolutely lovely. Every now and then at cons you'll get someone really nasty or rude or a weird table neighbor but everyone was super chill and it was great.

however lmao

The con ITSELF what a NIGHTMARE lol I mean I've been to worse TBF. And they did provide us with table cloth, trashcans, a helper badge and an extra chair (a minimal request but some cons don't provide that).

But they also didn't have any designated exhibitor parking (not that unusual) but at LACC its 30$ a DAY. Then when we go to set up....the tables were not set up like a normal con. Normally cons put tables right next to each other in one long row and then you have a long open isle behind the tables OR the tables will be fairly close to each other but with a walkway behind and space to slide through on the sides of the table.

lol.....they put a bar with a curtain about two feet high in between EACH table. These are normally at the end to keep random people from going down the isles behind the tables. We were basically caged in at each table. There was no space for even a regular sized person but yknow I gots a lot of stuff in my wagon yknow? lmao But also to set up I have two big suitcases and a photo stand. Luckily the guys who were behind me were comic guys so they just had their big banners and didn't show up until like an hour before the con. But it was SO INCONVENIENT. But also...if I had some physical disability I wouldn't have been able to get behind the table! Even if it was just....being very plus sized or a broken ankle. Let alone if you had a wheel chair or crutches yknow? Plus having a METAL BAR with a curtain on it in between EACH table is a MASSIVE FIRE HAZARD. And by fire hazard I mean if there was ANY sort of emergency. A gun attack (bc security was...a mess lol), an earthquake (ITS FUCKING LA!!!???? HELLO!?!?), ANYTHING that would cause people to need to flee in a fast and orderly fashion we wouldn't be able to fucking GET OUT!

And then randomly on the last day the bars behind a few of the tables in my area were just...gone lol And I definitely tweeted about it being a fire hazard but I have no idea if they saw.

ANYWAY. The security thing was ALSO a joke. Bc on Friday set up started at 8 and I got there maybe around 830? 9? and I'd been there the whole day. I ran downstairs some time in the afternoon before the show started and suddenly there's a guy at the bottom of the stairs saying I have to go through the metal detectors.

I was ALREADY in the building......what??? So then I go through the metal detectors. Bc of course but also??? if I had anything I would have already done it??? And .....I VISIBLY DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING!?!?!? I was only carrying my keys. I don't have a glock strapped to my back lmao hello??? And then on Saturday I get there around the same time before opening but just barely bc again I'm trying to park in south parking which is just underneath where my table is and they made me go outside through security again. I was like....fine I guess but I'm already annoyed. Bc I tried to just bypass it lol Bc its fucking stupid like I'm an exhibitor. But they were so poorly managed they had EVERYONE walking out the same door so the regular visitors had to go THROUGH the industry and exhibitor security check. And then I had to go back all the way around to the front main steps (if you've been to AX its the dealers hall steps where everyone is cosplaying) and back around down to H hall where artist alley was. And I had a bag with me. So instead of me giving my bag to the bag check guy or having a separate one for people without exhibitor stuff they just had me walk through the metal detector anyway like dude I have a fucking ita bag on me~!!!!!!!!! Half of this stuff is METAL!!! And the same thing happened on Sunday except THAT check was moved to the front doors and EVERYONE had to go there. LIKE!?!??!? WHATS GOING ON LMAO. SO I tried to hand my bag to the bag check guy. I'm like its got metal in it? They're like no no just walk through. AND OF COURSE IT GOES OFF BC I TOLD THEM!!!!!! IT WAS METAL!!!!

And also during set up....they put artist alley near the back near the backdoors where there was a "beer garden" and food trucks and honestly the over priced quesadilla I had was really good but still....my poor wallet... But during set up as it got later in the day THE WIND started pouring in and knocked over a ton of set ups INCLUDING MY OWN. All my charms went flying bc my POS photo stand (I'm throwing it in the TRASH) fell over and all my prints were sliding around on the slide rails so I basically had to re-set up my entire display. So...thanks for that LACC as well.

AND THEN. On the last day LACC decided to not provide access to a freight elevator for artist alley. I'm not sure if the other end of the exhibit hall had to deal with this but since artist alley was down in the H Hall side of it there was ONE regular sized people elevator. And EVERYONE was trying to use it. We had to PAY to use the freight elevator. And the escalators which would have solved a lot of peoples problems who used suitcases like me....they were turned off the ENTIRE WEEKEND. They weren't even broken. They were just OFF. I guess they didn't want to pay for normal ass access to the floor. So the line to use the elevator was stretched from near the main entrance of dealers hall all the way down and back into H hall. And a bunch of us were like fuck it lets take the stairs but these are HEAVY cases of merchandise, prints, suitcases, photostands. ANOTHER massive ADA violation bc if someone has to wait that long just to use the elevator or try using the fucking stairs? Or if someone fell and hurt themselves taking their merch down??? The second suitcase when we got towards the bottom my leg almost gave out. I'm not like......super fit or in shape but I'm pretty sturdy but after a LONG THREE days of doing a convention I'm tired and hungry and frankly weak. Absolutely fuckin ridiculous.

This con was so fucking disorganized and a mess to attend. Like also I admittedly paid late but they still didn't tell me my table number until a few days before the con and they didn't TELL ME. They made me download THE FUCKING APP to get the information. Because they didn't put any of it on their website. None of the maps or artists lists were online unless you were like Scottie Young or one of the Hobbits lol

Will I do it again??? MMMMaybe????? Its a local con so its not like its hard to DO but its such a mess in terms of organization and the sales just aren't super hot bc yknow...lol its a local con??? and to be fair I had mostly vtuber stuff and not like....comic con stuff. But I'm getting better at my table display. I still need to make changes to get it perfect and I have to turn around and make merch for AI:LA as soon as possible TTnTT

I'm so tired OTL

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Talking to someone who is interested in fixing things is very nice, so I’ve been talking with Scott about the weird plumbing and things in the house.

He saw my post about the shower and was asking some questions and giving ideas and omg it’s just really, really nice to be heard.

Anyway. Since I’ve been telling you all about the weirdness, too:

So here are the shut offs for the shower, way overhead where my short ass can’t reach without a step stool which seems like a bad idea in an emergency, but whatever...

So they are accessible-ish. AFAIK it doesn’t matter which way it’s turned (they can only go one way but there’s a little barrier so you can tell which way that is. I couldn’t see it before) because it’s just a little ball with a tunnel and it’s either tunnel lines up with pipe so water can get through, or ball covers pipe and water can’t get through.

I can’t turn them, though. I don’t know if they’re stuck or if it’s my weakness and messed up shoulder. I am very weak in the hands anymore. No grip, lots of pain.

I do have a plumber’s wrench thing that I can probably use to turn them. Haven’t tried, yet.

Also yes, those pipes are crooked AF.

The previous homeowners did it. I’m guessing the extensions over the ceiling there are for the toilet and sink.

The leak is probably in the.... I keep forgetting what this is called. It’s probably in this thing here which I could likely disassemble and fix or replace no problem, I just don’t want to. Nobody uses this shower.

Really, the entire basement needs torn out and redone professionally.

I’ve had to fix EVERY. SINGLE. POWER OUTLET. because they’re ALL mounted wrong.

Anyway.

You know how I’ve said that I’m not stupid but I’m slow; I’ll get there eventually?

I finally had the smart idea to go outside and measure the distance from the window to the spigot.

14 inches.

Then I came inside and measured from the window again and the spigot is, I shit you not....

right there.

Right where those walls meet. That corner is 13.5 inches from the window.

Which begs the question: Where the fuck is the pipe, then, if there is wall framing there???

Also this means there’s a void behind there. The foundation is a little past the spigot, maybe another 10 inches, and the bathroom isn’t that deep. There’s a good...

guestimating...

1ft by.... maybe 4ft area that’s covered. For some reason.

So I’m wondering if I cut like....

here? if I’d be able to reach in and access the shut off valve (and then install a little access door cubby thing). Or maybe cut all the way out and install a people-size door.

Or is it on the other wall?

Like, does the framing for.....

Is the pipe RIGHT THERE and the framing is installed wrong and the drywall is just floating in the corner???? Or is it the other way so I’d be better off cutting into the window-wall?

Which way am I going to be blocked by boards?

Are BOTH sides floating?????

I wouldn’t put it past him. You should see how poorly he drywalled and framed the stairs.

What the fuck, Rolly. Why.

It would have been fixed by now if That Guy were willing to pay for the repairs or if I were able to. This has been driving me crazy for 16 years.

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animakemecry · 9 months

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Questionable Decisions

Chapter 1 - 3.4k words

Summary: Being a grad-school student with Connie and Jean as best friends is a lot of fun, but you find yourself in a precarious situation one night after Connie's friends Annie and Mikasa join you and the guys for drinks at the local bar.

Tags: Attack on Titan modern!AU, Attack on Titan college!AU, Annie x reader (kinda), Jean x reader, bisexual!reader, afab!reader

CW: NSFW, masturbation, drinking, alcohol

****Minors DNI****

It’s only 4 p.m. and you’re just barely able to keep your eyes open through your last lecture of the day. Finals week is approaching much more quickly than you anticipated and you’re behind on some major projects, but motivation is dwindling and procrastination keeps taking over. You’re past trying to focus on the lecture, so you pull out your phone to text your best friend Connie.

“I’m about to pass out in class right now, I’m so bored.”

“lol that sucks dude. did you wanna come over after you get out of class?”

“Yeah that sounds good. I need to work on my project proposal, but I can work on it while I’m there.”

“aight bet. idk what time Jean is gonna be back, but we could grab a drink when he gets home if you need a break.”

“A drink sounds pretty damn good right now.”

You zone back into your applied biostatistics class and try your best to focus on the material. You love neuroscience and you don’t regret choosing this major, but after grinding through the first two semesters of your master’s degree it’s taking every ounce of your willpower not to take a gap year. You start thinking about getting drinks with Connie and Jean later and the thought of Connie’s overconfident approach to flirting with girls at the bar makes you smile to yourself. Finally you hear your professor start to wrap up the lecture and you make a beeline for the door.

The walk up the stairs to Connie and Jean’s apartment feels extra long today. Maybe it’s just the mental exhaustion adding to the psychical fatigue. You hang out with Connie so much that he got tired of having to get up to let you in while he’s gaming online with his friend Bertholdt, so he just gave you your own key. You’ve never met Bertholdt since he moved across the country for college with his best friend Reiner, but Connie has told you all about them and how they begged Annie to go with them when they decided to move. You’ve only met Annie a few times, but you have a good sense of her vibe. She’s working on a master’s degree in kinesiology at the same university you attend so you see each other on campus sometimes. She usually seems pretty closed off, but you’ve seen her laughing with her friend Mikasa on campus and it’s like seeing a totally different person.

Once you walk inside the apartment Connie moves over to give you room on the couch and offers to get you a snack, but you’re so behind on your project that you accidentally cut him off to ask if you can use his kitchen table as a desk for a couple hours. You set up your laptop and textbooks and put on your headphones to block out the sounds of disapproval coming from Connie as he plays Overwatch. It felt like an eternity of checking your notes, cross-referencing, and meticulously typing out the appropriate methods when Jean finally walks through the door smiling over at you.

“Hey you.”

You instinctively roll your eyes at him. You know Jean well enough to know that he’s a natural flirt, but you can’t stop the slightest blush from appearing on your cheeks when he directs his flirtatious energy at you. Before you can reply to him Connie blurts out,

“Dude where have you been? I've been getting slaughtered in game without you.”

“Sorry bro, one of my coworkers had an emergency and I had to cover the last couple of clients he had coming in. You guys wanna go get a drink?”

You immediately close your textbook and push your chair back from the table making Jean laugh.

“That bad huh? First round is on me then.”

“I appreciate it. Sorry you had to work late.”

“Nah it was nothing really. I’m just sorry I kept you waiting.”

“Yeah, you better be.”

Jean pretends he’s hurt by your sarcasm before going to his bedroom to change out of his work clothes. Connie asks if it would be okay if he invites Mikasa and Annie. You see no problem with that, in fact, you get a little excited at the idea of getting to know them both better.

Jean comes back out of his room in joggers and a loose fitting t-shirt with the Vans logo on it. You try to distract yourself from looking at the casual flex of his muscles as he stretches his arms up over his head. Connie decides he’d prefer to walk, so you guys set out for Sina on Tap. You listen to Connie tell Jean all about his plan to find a girlfriend tonight as you hold back the urge to poke fun at him. Once you get inside you see Mikasa and Annie at the bar throwing back a couple of shots and you can’t wait to have one yourself. You know you’ve been in need of a break and a good distraction from school, so you’re hoping you can let loose tonight. Mikasa sees you and the boys and she waves you over to her. Connie gives Annie a little half hug and asks her what they were drinking and then turns to Jean,

“Well Jean, you said first round on you right buddy? That’ll be 3 tequila shots, we’ve gotta catch up to them.”

Jean orders your shots for you and you take it back no problem with a swift bite into the slice of lime on the rim. You feel Annie’s eyes on you and you turn to try and start a conversation with her.

“So what made you want to go into kinesiology?”

“I originally picked it at random cause I thought the pay would be worth it, but at this point I actually find it really interesting. What about you? You’re in neuroscience right?”

“Yeah, I want to work on neurological solutions for hearing loss. I would be devastated if I wasn’t able to listen to music or hear my friend’s voices anymore.”

“Wow, that’s a pretty big goal. That’s cool.”

Annie talked to you for a while longer before Connie challenged her to a match of pool and Mikasa followed them over to the tables. You looked at Jean and joked that Connie pulled two girls instead of his usual zero and he chuckled. You guys just sat and sipped your beers for awhile before Jean asked you,

“So what do you think about Annie?”

“She’s cool, I still don’t really know her, but I feel like we could be friends.”

“Nice. I know that would make Connie happy.”

“I wanted to ask about that, do Connie and Annie have some kind of history? I saw the way he looked at her when we first walked in, and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him initiate a hug.”

“Annie and Connie? Nah, no chance. She and Reiner were super close and Connie helped her through her depression after he and Bertholdt moved across the country. I know it was her choice to stay here, but I think it really hurt her to be left behind.”

“Damn, I can imagine so. I’m glad she has Connie then, and based on what I’m seeing right now I’m glad he has her too.”

You and Jean both look back over at the pool table where you see Connie attempting trickshots behind his back. You notice the way Mikasa is watching Annie laugh at Connie’s performance, and with some observation you start to understand their dynamic a little bit. You watch Mikasa’s eyes trail down Annie’s body taking in her tight black jeans and her oversized flannel. You see her eyes flit back up to Annie’s smile in an instant with adoration on her face. You turn back to Jean to confirm your suspicions,

“Are Mikasa and Annie…”

Jean cuts you off,

“Dating? I don’t think so. Mikasa has always seemed protective of Annie even though Annie can absolutely take care of herself. I don’t know if the attraction goes both ways though. I’ve never asked.”

You look back over at the scene unfolding in front of you and realize you’re a bit envious of Annie. You wish you had someone that looked at you with the level of care that Mikasa’s face is conveying. It’s been a couple of years since you’ve let anyone get close to you emotionally. Your mind trails off into thoughts about the last relationship you were in. A relationship that left you feeling like domestic life was a cage. It’s not that you wanted to date tons of people or sleep around, but you felt like you were constantly being told how to live your life and truthfully, your ex had some beliefs about traditional gender norms that became a major turn-off. Jean must have noticed that you were staring off into space cause when you snapped back to the present you heard him ask,

“Were you even listening to me?”

“I’m sorry, I got caught in my brain. What did you say?”

“I was just talking about how it always seemed like Annie had feelings for Reiner, but nevermind about that. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright, just some memories from the past.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not particularly.”

“Okay… you wanna drink about it?”

You laugh at Jean’s successful attempt to bring you back to earth. He flags the bartender over and orders you a couple more beers and another shot. You both throw your shots back with ease and decide to take your beers over to the pool table to join your friends. To everyone’s amusement Annie is showing Connie the right way to attempt a trickshot from behind the back. She sinks the 10 ball in the side pocket and smirks at Connie. Connie shrugs his shoulders trying to appear unimpressed, but you can see the boyish excitement tugging at the corners of his mouth. You watch as Connie and Annie finish their game with Annie easily pocketing all of the stripes in just a few turns. After she sinks the 8 ball she turns to ask who wants to face the winner and Jean jumps at the opportunity. You watch as Annie meticulously reracks the balls and lines up the cue. You notice the rings on her fingers, gemstones wrapped in delicate wire, dainty enough to appear feminine, but drawing enough attention to her hands to feel a bit sensual. You watch her shoot the breaking shot sinking the 3 ball. The raise of her eyebrows conveying careful consideration of what her next move will be. She sinks the 6, 2, and 5 balls before she just slightly misses her shot on the bright-yellow 1 ball. Jean observes the table with a fervent look in his eyes.

“Damn, you’re not going to make this easy for me.”

“Why would I? Can’t keep up Kirschtein?”

You giggle in admiration of the confidence rolling off of Annie’s tongue. Jean looks over at you with a shocked look of betrayal on his face. He can be so dramatic when he gets competitive.

“You’re rooting for her now!? I thought we were friends.”

You roll your eyes at him and smirk at Annie.

“Can’t argue with talent, and from what I’ve seen Annie is the most talented player in the room tonight.”

Annie gives you a shy smile and you can’t tell if it’s the low lighting playing tricks on your eyes or if a light blush really did just spread over her freckled cheeks. You realize it must be the latter when you notice Mikasa glaring at you from behind her beer bottle as she takes a long sip. There’s a fluttering in your stomach that you can’t ignore as you realize the guys are looking back and forth between you and Mikasa trying to assess what just happened. Jean breaks the tension by lining up to take his first shot on the table. He sinks the 11 ball and just barely misses the corner pocket with his following shot. Annie lines up her next shot and makes quick work of the 1, and 4 balls before she asks Connie to grab her another beer from the bar. By the time Connie comes back Jean has managed to sink three shots before missing the fourth. He walks around the edge of the table to where you’re standing and leans into your ear to ask you what the hell you’re thinking by flirting with Annie like that. You tell him you didn’t mean for it to come across flirtatiously. Truthfully though, you have always thought Annie was beautiful. You start mulling over all the times you’ve seen her around campus in her doc martins and her layered crystal necklaces. Always listening to music with her bulky headphones on over her sleek blonde hair pulled back in an effortless bun. You feel a tension pooling inside of you and you don’t dare look over at Annie or Mikasa for fear that they might see your thoughts written on your face. This is the first time you’ve ever consciously considered Annie in this way and you get flustered by the flood of thoughts rushing to your head. Connie’s hand on your shoulder startles you enough to shift your focus and you see that he’s gotten you another beer. You must’ve had at least five beers and two shots by now, and you can feel the warmth coming over your body as the alcohol affects your senses. The game wraps up nicely with Annie sinking the 8 ball as effortlessly as breathing, and Jean and Mikasa make their way to close their tabs at the bar. Jean walks back over to you and Connie to ask if you’re ready to go.

“Yeah I’m ready, you didn’t have to pay the full tab though. I thought you were just buying the first round.”

“It’s no problem. You and Connie can split the next one for me.”

“Deal.”

You say bye to Annie and Mikasa taking note of the tension on Mikasa’s face when you address her. You realize this might become an issue, but the alcohol has caught up to you at this point and you decide to pocket that thought for another time. As you walk back to Connie and Jean’s apartment with them you decide you don’t want to call an uber to take you home, so you ask them if it’s okay if you crash on their couch.

“You know you don’t need to ask us. You’re always welcome at our place,” Connie says lightheartedly.

This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve stayed at their place overnight. There have been several instances when you haven’t had the energy to drive home after a late night study session, or haven’t wanted to spend the money on an uber. You’re always grateful that the guys let you stay whenever you need to, and you always keep an extra change of clothes and a toothbrush in your backpack. You walk up the stairs following Connie’s lead and make your way into the apartment. Connie asks you if you’d like to take a shower and offers up his bathroom to you. As much as you would like to feel refreshed before bed you don’t have anything to sleep in except the shirt you’re already wearing.

“I don’t have anything to sleep in if I shower; the only clothes I’ve got in my backpack are jeans and a crop top.”

Jean mocks your unpreparedness and offers you one of his t-shirts for the night. You kindly accept his offer and tell Connie that he can shower first if he wants to. Connie obliges and makes his way down the hall to his room and bathroom. You sit opposite Jean on the couch and he asks you if you want to watch a show while you wait for the shower. He puts on a random episode of Bob’s Burgers and asks if you want anything to drink. While he’s in the kitchen getting you a water bottle your mind starts to linger back on the thought of Annie blushing at your compliment. The thought of her beautiful freckled cheeks blushing just for you forces a sheepish smile to your lips. Before you can catch yourself Jean comes back into the room,

“What are you smiling about?”

“Oh, um, nothing. I think the tequila is making me loopy.”

“Since when are you a lightweight?”

“Since tonight I guess.”

It’s a horrible cover up for your real thoughts, but it’ll do for now. Connie comes back into the living room shortly after and tells you that his bathroom is all yours. You ask Jean to get you one of his t-shirts like he said, and he tells you to go pick one out for yourself. You go into his room and open his closet door to look for the softest shirt you can find. It’s a black shirt with the Guns and Roses logo on it. You walk back into the living room and ask him if that one is okay. He says it’s fine, so you walk down the hall to Connie’s bathroom to take your shower. Once you step in under the hot water you realize how wet you are. You can’t believe the thought of Annie got you this aroused, after all you barely know her. Your hand dances around your clit for a moment while thinking of her. You feel a need growing inside of you and you slowly slip two of your fingers inside your slit hoping you can take care of yourself before going back out into the living room. You move your fingers in and out of yourself at just the right pace and feel the pressure in your body building. You curl your fingers up into the spot that will send you over the edge. You come thinking about Annie’s cute little face underneath your pussy. After riding out your orgasm, you realize you’ve been in the shower longer than need be, so you wash yourself off quickly and hop out of the shower as fast as possible to avoid suspicion. You wrap yourself up in a towel and brush your teeth. You feel the warmth left over from your orgasm in your legs and it makes your pussy start to ache with need. You know you can’t do anything about it since you’ve already been in the bathroom much longer than you should’ve been, so you decide you’ll take care of it once the guys are asleep. You throw on Jean’s t-shirt and pause a moment to take in the distinct smell of him that lingers on it. You’ve never noticed Jean’s natural scent before, but now that you’re enveloped in his t-shirt you can’t help but take it all in. When you walk back into the living room Jean and Connie are both gone. You hear Jean’s shower running and assume Connie went to bed. You see the folded blankets they left for you, and you go to work making the couch into a bed. Once you’ve laid down you realize how warm your body is. You can’t tell if it’s because of the alcohol, the arousal, or both. You start to move your hand towards your clit when you hear Jean’s shower turn off. A few minutes later he comes into the living room to ask you if you need anything else for the night. You tell him you’re all set, and he tells you goodnight. Once he closes his door you let your hands wander to your breasts, pinching your nipples and massaging them with greed. One of your hands instinctively travels down to your clit where you start rubbing small circles making yourself squirm underneath your own touch. You inch your fingers further down into the pool of warmth forming between your legs. You’re so wet it’s almost embarrassing. You start fucking your pussy with your fingers, doing your best to suppress a moan as your back arches up from the couch. Your free hand is groping your breasts as you feel yourself spasming around your fingers. You move your free hand to your clit and start rubbing it delicately to avoid overstimulation. Your body is on fire with an aching need as you slam your eyes shut imagining Annie kissing down your body and sucking on your breasts. Your fingers are curling inside you and your body is spasming in response numbing all your senses. You open your eyes and freeze when you see Jean staring at you by his bedroom door, shocked.

chapter 2

#lmaoooo i have no idea what this is #but it popped in my brain one night #so here it is lmao #jean x reader #annie x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #aot fanfiction #aot smut #jean kirschstein x reader #annie leonhart x reader #i have never written an x reader #I usually write two characters together #so this was new for me #questionable decisions

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nightlifeseries · 1 year

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Date night N.D. and Tami Pt 4

Tami: So, tell me how have you been?

N.D.: Work has been nonstop. Every time I think I have a break- I get called in for an emergency.

Tami: Is that bad?

N.D.: Not bad for my pockets. But it’s bad for my health and relationship.

Tami: I mean.. [chewing] I work just as much so I get it. I was going to sleep this entire day if you didn’t call me.

N.D.: Oh yea? How is the shop?

Tami: It is crazy right now. I have gotten a few offers to open a new shop.

N.D.: How would that work?

Tami: Yea well at the same time, the girls want to renovate the current location.

N.D.: In what way?

Tami: They suggested adding a washing station, combining the spa and massage room. Which I am not opposed to. It’s just with that kind of update, we wouldn’t be able to use the shop. Like structurally - we can move the clients to one side and style them. We would be right in the way. I was personally thinking of taking the stairs out and adding an elevator lift.

N.D.: Did you share that with the ladies? Will that location support an elevator lift?

Tami: I have to get with a contractor and see what we can change structurally. It may not be possible. I mean when I moved into that building, I had no idea my popularity would skyrocket.

N.D.: What about tearing down the building and rebuilding? So everything you need is there rather than renovating and wasting time with contractors?

Tami: So hire builders?

N.D.: I think building a new salon would be most cost effective. Renovating is way more expensive.

Tami: But what do I do about the girls? They have to work.

N.D.: Take them with you.

Tami: Huh?

N.D.: You travel to clients. Take them with you. That way they can network and pick up clients as well.

Tami: Certainly you can not be serious. I mean that sounds good, but do you know how much that would cost? I have 6 stylists. Traveling for one person is a lot.

N.D.: You have friends in high places right?

Tami: uh...

N.D.: Send them to other shops to help out. You have been all over the world. Give your stylists a chance to travel and grow their clientele. That way when you open the second shop - you will be ready to work.

Tami: Wow this is a lot to think about. So you mentioned rebuilding the salon, sending the girls to other cities for work, and opening the second shop. Did I miss anything?

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sophieswundergarten · 1 year

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Second go on trying to explain what I think would happen if Curtain moved into the Benedict home, featuring:

(tags from @mvshortcut)

Curtain is finally getting used to how friendly everyone is, and calming down enough that he doesn't automatically start insulting people whenever they make eye-contact, only for Martina to show up. She probably had been planning some sort of "revenge" for months, even though she knew she'd never see Curtain again. Imagine her surprise when Kate mentions to her during a phone call that Curtain is actually living with them now.

(I like to think that after the van-stealing incident, Martina's tether-ball team begins to understand that her sharp, pushy attitude is more of a facade that's rooted in insecurity (and a lot of passion), and that trying to knock her down a peg will not help as much as they had initially thought, so they start to support her more. They give her more opportunities to show off her skill, and she in turn beings working with them more, and they also all chip in to get her a small motorbike so that she can blow off steam from her impulses in a way that won't get a valued member of their team arrested.)

At any rate, she informs her team that an emergency has come up (this happens every couple of months and she never fails to be back in time for practice, so they let her go) and speeds off to the Benedicts' house. Luckily, the team had been playing a tournament in the next city over from Stonetown, so it doesn't take her too long to get there. After screeching to a halt in the driveway, she climbs the fence (having been warned about the maze by Kate). She does the aforementioned kicking open of the (back)door, quite startling Rhonda and Constance, who had been sitting in the kitchen.

"What do you want?" Constance asks testily. Martina storms into the kitchen, looks around, and proceeds to storm out again, screaming "CURTAIN! I know you're here. Wetherall told me, and I'm not leaving until you fix my transcripts! I need to get into a good college so that I can keep playing tether-ball and nothing stands in my way when it comes to tether-ball."

She's halfway up the stairs and has alerted the entire household to her presence by the time Kate comes skidding down to meet her. "Martina! You're here. Why are you here?"

Martina: "You said Dr. Curtain was here. I need to see him. My paperwork is a mess, and I can't get into any of the schools I applied to."

Kate: "And you think that he can fix this how?"

Martina: "He's the one who was in charge of the school, so he's the one in charge of all the paperwork. He's the one responsible and he's going to fix this for me, so move—"

She tries to push past Kate, but all of the other kids have shown up now and are blocking her in. Mr. Benedict appears on the landing, looking curiously down on the knot of children attempting to contain the furious teenager.

Mr. Benedict: "Hello, children. Martina. May I ask why you have entered my home in such a violent manner? Is there something that we can help you with?"

Rhonda, who is standing at the bottom of the stairs: "I believe she said she wanted to talk to Curtain, something about transcripts?"

Mr. Benedict, looking back at Martina: "Is this true?"

Martina: "Yes! I spent years at his stupid school where I was supposedly a top student, but now none of the schools I applied to are accepting my credits! He had better have something to give me for all my time and effort."

Mr. Benedict: "Ah. Yes. Well, I'm not sure how—"

Curtain, brushing past Mr. Benedict: "Martina. I regret to inform you that I will not be able to help you with your transcripts, as that would require forging legal documents, and, as I am now... reformed, I am unable to do that."

Mr. Benedict from behind Curtain, slightly surprised: "Oh, is that all she needs? We can definitely do that. I thought she needed your signature, and since you're no longer recognised as a legitimate educator—"

Curtain, whipping around to look at his brother: "What? You are encouraging this child to lie to the federal government?"

Mr. Benedict, waving at Rhonda: "Yes, yes, of course. She is obviously competent and deserves to be able to attain higher education if she chooses. Rhonda, the documents?"

Rhonda, in another room, collecting papers: "Already on it. Number Two is finding the embossing equipment."

Curtain, fully losing it as the group bursts into action around him: "What?? What??? Is this something you have done in the past? Is this a common thing here? It's fully illegal, in case anyone was wondering."

Number Two, walking by with a pile of equipment: "Of course, how do you think we got the children into your school in the first place? Your standards were ridiculously high, I'm surprised you got anyone enrolled outside of the kidnappings."

Curtain whirls around, searching for Mr. Benedict in this mess of seemingly well-practiced movement. He eventually finds him, sitting at the kitchen table asking Martina questions about her academic accomplishments while Rhonda and Number Two are teaching the rest of the kids about how to forge signatures (Kate is already a natural at it).

Curtain: "What is going on? You have been lecturing me for weeks on the ins and outs of being a "normal, legal citizen", and yet you all regularly falsify educational transcripts? What kind of a double standard is this?"

Mr. Benedict: "Well, Nathaniel, this girl was one of your top students, yes? And she obviously has the knowledge and capabilities to continue her education if she so chooses. It's not her fault that you set up a school with disingenuous credit transferring. If anything, it's your fault that she is in this predicament. Now, what would you call Messenger duty? Could it be classified as an extracurricular?"

#and in the middle of all this s. q. shows up #and he and martina do a full double take #“well i may as well learn something from this dad”#and by the end of the day they have martina all set up and she goes back to her team #only after she leaves does she realize she still has no clue why curtain or s. q. are living there #mbs #the mysterious benedict society #mr. curtain #ld curtain #ledroptha curtain #mr. benedict #nicholas benedict #martina crowe

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lyon-amore · 2 years

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What if...? Duskwood chapter 2

Chapter 1 In the end I couldn't resist and I did the meeting of the second chat XD ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I wanted to be a little nice and calm the tension that had happened between us. So, I had decided to buy him a coffee as a way of companionship. If we're going to work together, I think it's a must for us to get along. I was already going with a different mentality. The meeting we had will not happen again. Surely he wanted to "seduce" me as part of my trusting him. Typical that if you want them to trust you, use your most powerful weapons: The manipulation of seduction. This time he wasn't going to let me. I get out of the car, parked in the alley, wearing a sweatshirt and hood, something I don't even remember how long I've been wearing, but hey… Pretty comfortable. As always, the work schedule meant that there was hardly anyone on the streets. I'd had a good idea to leave before break time. Total: Nobody misses me and I do the work fast enough to get everything done. I get to the building and look at it. It had some graffiti and seemed abandoned. Although not very old. "Top floor, he said, right?" I muttered, letting out a sigh at the end. Before entering, I look to see if anyone is following me. Knowing how secretive Mister Hacker had been, now I was the paranoid one. What if he was involved in some mafia and that's why he was using me to find Hannah? I had to keep this up to find out. I climb the stairs silently, avoiding making a minimum of noise. The dust in the air bothers my nose and I keep it from getting into my mouth by covering it with my arm. If only I didn't have both hands full... I knock on the door with my feet and in seconds, MH—Hey, that's not a bad nickname— opens it quickly, looking at me nervously. “Hello Miste-Hey!” he puts me inside the apartment pulling me by the waist, to then close the door with force ”Hello to you too. ” “What are you doing here?!” He asks me and I can hear in his voice how nervous he is. He wears another black sweatshirt with the ribbons this time of the same color. His green eyes scan me and he looks out the window next. The more I look at him, the more questions that come to my mind about him. He makes me more curious than I thought. Normally, if you get nervous like that, it's because you've done something. His jaw is tense, as is the rest of his body. I can see how nervous he is, like he's waiting for someone to come for him. Ready to go. I know because his backpack and his travel bag are by the door, ready in case of an emergency. "We agreed that I would come here to investigate." I replied, leaving the coffees on the large desk that was there. I examine the apartment. It wasn't very big, it looked more like one of those student flats where you didn't need much to live. The desk practically took up most of the room, with two large computer monitors. The cables were tied together so they wouldn't be spread out on the floor. To avoid tripping, surely. "Yes, but you can't come here unannounced," he tells me authoritatively. "We have to set the rules in order to get along. " “Well, you're the boss." "First: Nothing to come without warning beforehand." "Okay." "Second: If you don't notify me, I will so that we can investigate it." He is marking the rules with his fingers, as if he were talking to a little girl "and third: Always be careful, is that clear?" "Yes, very clear." Well, it seems that no more 'Seductive Mode', I appreciate it, I guess. I nod calmly, not wanting to upset him knowing I was wrong to come unannounced. "By the way, I brought you coffee." I hand him his and he looks at me, arching an eyebrow, then at the coffee. "I thought this time I could invite. And… I guess we had a very tense meeting, so this is to make peace." “Do you usually talk a lot?" he asks me, looking at his coffee as if he doesn't trust me. "No, I don't usually talk that much," I answer honestly. I'm more of observing and being able to speak when asked <<I hate my job even more when I've said that...>> I exhale, licking my lips. "I guess it's because I'm nervous. It's not every day you go through situations like these, you know? " "I understand." He finally takes a sip and makes a good sound. " Thanks. " “You're welcome." I take mine and suddenly I also remember what it had come from "Oh! You have to help me. I've brought something that will come in handy." "And is it?" “It's a whiteboard, I bought it yesterday and I need help to get it up. It's that it's big. " “All right." "Don't you want to talk today?" “No." I sighs and he opens the door while gesturing with his hand for me to come out. I pull my hood up and he does the same. I want him to trust me. We put up the whiteboard with everything I had brought necessary. And finally, I take off my hood, leaving it on the small kitchen counter. I notice that the corridor that should lead to the room and the bathroom is quite short. Exactly like my old flat. When you live alone, you don't need more things. "Oh, yes," I look at him and see that he has returned to his desk. Well, then I'll get to work putting the profile pictures of Hannah's friends on the whiteboard. Due to the rush, I only managed to get bunny magnets… I feel very unprofessional, but it was the first bag I took "Have you seen the photo I gave you, Mister Hacker?" "Did you find this cloud photo of Hannah?" he asks me without looking up from the computer. "Exactly." I dedicated myself to placing the photos, writing the names on them. “Well, I don't think it's going to help us." "Oh." The truth is that I imagined it. It was a normal photo. But hey, that's how I've had an excuse to prepare our research site. "It's not that serious." I hear a hint of pity in his voice now. Much calmer than before. "I didn't think you were going to find something that fast, either." I smiled to myself, not showing him face. My ego just went up and the program is a bit confusing. "Just send me what you find. Then we'll do the selection.” I hear him typing something fast on the computer. "Also, sometimes things don't matter until you take a second look at them." "Understood." I answer, finishing putting things on the board, "What do you think?" I ask, stepping aside so he can see the whiteboard. He looks up, his eyes moving for it.He lets out a sigh, placing his hand on his chin. "Rabbits?" "Don't ask… I was in a hurry when I bought everything." I put the marker aside and sigh. "I haven't done this in years…” I murmured, looking at the board. Silence is created. Uncomfortable. "All right," he waves at me, disinterestedly at the door, as if he wants me to go away. "Good luck." I roll my eyes, seeing how he doesn't look up from the computer. I gather my things and head to the door. I grip the knob tightly. I still don't want to leave... I know I've told myself that I want to be professional with him, but... I look at him intently at the computer. The aura that emanates is one of total loneliness, sadness. Yesterday it seemed to emanate the typical aura of 'I am mysterious', 'You will fall for my words', but today I see reality. When he has said the rules, he has made it very distant, obviously, he must be uncomfortable about what happened, since he has hardly wanted to look at me or has been close to me. Ugh… I also don't want him to think that I felt bad about what he did. I mean… I guess he must have had his motives. Now I only see someone who stays away from everything. I pat the knob and turn around. "I want to keep talking to you." I say, without moving from the spot, keeping my distance. He looks up, looking at me doubtfully. “Talk?” he asks, leaning on the table “About what?" I lean against the wall and shrug. "About you." I replied, smiling. I notice how he tenses again, looking at me strangely. “What?” I watch as he shrinks further into place, hesitant at my question “About me?" I move a little closer, as if walking around the small room. Maybe I shouldn't have said it, but now that I've blurted it out, I guess I can come clean. "I think you're" I pause a little doubtfully "interesting." He looks at me a little badly. Maybe I shouldn't have said it that way. Who knows what he must be thinking about me... "You know I can't tell you anything about myself." he says, going back to the computer. I bite my lip, trying to find a way to convince him. "Make an exception for me." I says in a sweet voice, perhaps softening a bit. He looks at me over the screens. His eyes lock on mine and he opens his mouth to say something. He then closes it, returning to the computer. "I won't give up." I smiled, moving a little closer to the table. He stops writing and looks to the side. He puts his hand to her mouth, then rubs his face. As if he was hesitating. “You have only one question." Inside I jump for joy. Look, it's hard to convince him. One question… I can't think of anything right now. "Did you live in the city or in the country?" I mentally hit myself on the head. What an absurd question. "City." he answers. "They are typical. Big, stressful and anonymous. " Oh… Anonymity… Okay, this is new information. "And you like it? Right now, we're also in a city" I sit at the desk, slowly, as if I'm taking advantage of the fact that we're having a natural conversation "So I must assume it's for the same reason." “Well” he puts a crooked smile on his face, almost imperceptible “it has its advantages and disadvantages. Anonymity is an advantage.” It is then that I see that his eyes widen so much that it seems that he has said something wrong "why do you want to know?" "Stuff." I shrug and smile at him. "I can't believe I told you." I hear him mutter nervously. Then he looks at me. "In fact, I wouldn't have to tell you anything about myself.” "I thought you were going to avoid me." I answered, being honest, calm. "That's not the right word." I can tell he's nervous or angry. Perhaps both at once. "My top priority is to hide my identity." I duck my head, playing with the fabric of the sweatshirt. I smile a little to myself. It had been a long time since I'd experienced being able to talk to someone like this. I mean… I seemed to be using what my father taught me again, only this time, I'm using it so I can gain trust in someone to help, not interrogate. To be helpful and useful. "It means a lot to me." I answered quietly, not daring to look at him. Mister Hacker sighs. “Okay.” I look up and see his hair ruffle. I notice a slight blush on his cheeks. "Are you satisfied?" I smile and make myself more comfortable at the table. I think now we can talk well. "Now you propose a topic." I say, as if I were almost a teacher. He looks at me confused, frowning. "I don't understand," he answers me. "You wanted to talk to me." "Have I made you lose the thread?"He stays thinking until he looks at me again. "Okay, what do you think of today's weather?" I look out the closed window, remembering the cloudy sky and the slight cold that was beginning to be. Nothing new "Good, I would say." He makes an annoyed throat sound. "Okay, it's not the most interesting subject in the world." "I think it's funny." I’m totally sincere. Any subject with him would indicate a small step to be able to be close. And being my second boss now, it seems a bit more acceptable than the first. “Oh yeah?” he asks me surprised, with a small smile. "It's been a long time since I started talking like this…" another piece of information. He just lets them go, for the record I don't say anything. But if I amuse him, then I'm glad "If you had to go to an abandoned island, what would you take?" The question takes me by surprise. I didn't think he would come loose like this already. Sounds like a fun question to me. And, these types of questions, you can know a lot about the person. I think a little bit. What I would take would be... "People I care about." He looks at me in a way that I can't really make out. It is as if he was analyzing me the same way I’m analyzing him with what I have said. The look almost seems welcoming, as if he likes my answer, maybe? He makes a thoughtful sound. Probably thinking about what he would take. "I know what you would have answered." I lean in a little, putting my shoulder on the table as I rest my chin on my hand. "Let's see." He crosses his arms, impatient for my response. "Your computer." "Sure." he replies without much encouragement. "It was not hard." I laugh, but because it makes me laugh that I was right. “No electricity." "If it were the case that I had to go to an abandoned island" he leans towards me, serious. But his gaze seems intense to me "and that I could take whatever I wanted, this island would have electricity." “There would be an internet connection." “Of course. And with a good connection." he answers with total sincerity. "I'm in." "Then it wouldn't be an abandoned island anymore." He looks away and I stare at him. He covers his mouth with his hand, but as he speaks, I can tell he's smiling. "Well, it doesn't matter. Much better." Mentally I feel happy. Mister Hacker, who was distant, would share an abandoned island with me. It is not bad to have a conversation something out of the ordinary. Sometimes I need to relax a bit and this comes in handy. "All right." he clears his throat, removing his hand from his mouth. He looks at me now with authority. "I have to do things around here" he says while looking at the computers. "Is everything clear to you?" After the short break, my mind returns to investigative mode, asking me questions: does he know who I really am? I mean, would he have investigated me? If a person who has no relation to the missing person shows up out of nowhere, then I would like to know what relation they has to all this. I wonder if Hannah knew of my existence in any way. "Don't you want to know who I am?" I ask as I sit up, preparing to leave.He scans me with his green eyes. Will he look at everyone like that or just at me? I don't think anyone has ever seen me like this before. Is this how people feel when I do it or is it different from mine? "Clearly you have an interesting role in all of this," he says firmly, getting up from his chair. He paces in front of the table until he reaches me, arms crossed “Why do you suddenly appear under such mysterious circumstances?” he leans on the table near me. The difference in height is very noticeable even when he is sitting at the table. I’m small next to him. I feel my face burning and a strange tingling down my back. I suppose we are in the same circumstances of wanting to know about each other. He exhales charged air and his voice sounds soft. His words stay in my brain with that voice full of curiosity. "Of course I want to know who you are." He brushes his bangs aside, looking at me. He's not doing it on purpose this time. It comes very naturally to him. I sigh, gripping the sweatshirt tightly in my hand. I don't know why my mind wants to make me think it's his, to make me feel close to him. "I told you something about myself again." I let out a small laugh, seeing how upset he is. "I have to get on with my work.” he says, glancing quickly at the computer. "If I continue like this I will tell you my name or something similar." Again, putting a small barrier between the two. “Thanks for the conversation.” I say, turning around and heading for the door. ”I promise to bring other imams next time.” I apologize again. I did take the one with the rabbits, it was because I had my pet in mind, who had also bought him food. The word 'rabbit' was on my mind. It looks very unprofessional every time I look at it. << It's okay to make a mistake like that, Macie... It's normal that you were nervous about what happened. >> "Yes, please." He glances at them quickly. I don't know if he's controlling his laughter or if he's upset. I nod and place my hand on the knob. Not without first hearing his voice. "See you soon Macie." I love how my name sounds said in his voice. But I wouldn't admit it. It would scare him. I leave the apartment with a shy smile. At least it’s been a quiet day. And that I was able to talk a little with him. I’m going to get to know your name one day, Mister Hacker, because I want to be able to say yours too. *Jake POV* As soon as she leaves, I relax my body bringing my hands to my head. What had happened all this time? I had felt too good and she had been considered for bringing what was necessary to investigate. I go to the whiteboard reading the few notes it has. She has taken it very seriously… I’m glad. Though… I see the rabbit magnets on the board. I let out a sigh along with a smile. What was she thinking not to notice? This is serious enough to get distracted like that.I take one out of the bag and turn it over in my hand. “Lovely…” I whisper, eyeing the white rabbit in a pastel bow tie, smiling. I am a little sorry for how our first meeting went, I thought that this way I could get her cooperation or that she would not come because I scared her because of how I behaved. I feel like an idiot. Luckily she didn’t seem upset or uncomfortable. She has taken everything professionally. And I admit it, the coffee she brought is good. She’s been kind enough. I also missed talking to someone like this, but I have surprised myself by saying that it would be nice to have their company. I don’t know her that well and even so, her company isn’t bad. “Better not think about her too much.” I tell myself, putting the magnet back in the bag. “As soon as we find Hannah, our collaboration will end.”

Chapter 3

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