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socially-awkward-skeleton · 2 months

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All Along the Watchtower (Chapter 9)

[Can also be read on AO3]

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!OC (3rd person POV)

Word count: 3K

Warnings: Minors DNI - no major warnings. Alcohol, swearing

Summary: Rory heads to Helios to ensnare Zorokov and capture him for questioning. Dangling herself like bait, leaving herself open to danger.

A/N: Rory Sinclair is a dual citizen (both Canada and the UK) who's been living in the UK since she was 14. She is 28 at the time of this fic, Price is 32. This series is set in 2017 before the events of the first MW game. Rory's thoughts are bold and italicized, other italics are used for emphasis

October 20, 2017 21:20 - Helios

The chill of the night bit into her flesh as she stood in line to enter the club. Black straps and poles keeping her, and the others corralled in a regimented line. Christ, even waiting to get into a club felt like a military exercise. An all too unkind reminder of the fact that her and Price had just spent an exorbitant amount of time eye fucking each other back at the safe house, breaking all proper conduct and protocol between an enlisted soldier and an officer completely. In the moment, it felt like the most natural thing to do, led by old feelings and anything but sense. But like a bucket of cold water being splashed upon her, she had sobered up and now faced the dawning realization that she was speeding towards another awkward encounter and conversation with the captain causing her knees to wobble gently and her stomach to twist.

A shiver coursed through her, the coat she wore doing little to hold back the wind that nipped at the swaths of exposed flesh underneath, the silky material of her dress thin enough to let the air blow right through to her bones. Thinking back on Price's reaction to her, and on what she had volunteered to do as part of the mission caused Rory’s breathing to become a little more strained, the stress of the situation not lost on her. What she’d give for a cigarette right about now. Just a hint of nicotine to stave off the lingering doubt that hung around her neck. That little thunder that clouded her mind and shook like metal sheeting against her temples. Her wind bitten knuckles clenched tighter as she squeezed her clutch bag in her hand. Her eyes kept on the front of the line as the queue slowly started to filter forward towards the very large, burly bouncer at the front doors. Her stomach cramping ever so slightly more at the thought of having to flirt with a bastard like Zorokov. Maybe she could just picture Price instead…

“ How are we doin’, Sinclair? ” Andrew’s voice rang as clear as a bell in her ear through the nearly imperceptible earpiece hidden by her hair, and she was pulled from her wandering thoughts. Quick to turn away from the sight of the bouncer, Rory hid the fact she was muttering under her breath, “Freezing my arse off. I’ll be lucky if my lips aren’t blue by the time I get to Zorokov.” Her whispers were a quiet hiss as she pulled her coat a little tighter to her body, despite the draft blowing up it.

“ The things we suffer through for our jobs, eh? ” Andrew's tone was jovial, enjoying her being stuck like this a little too much. The arsehole . “Shut it, you,” Rory replied. “You’ve no right to say that to me from the comfort of a warm vehicle.”

“ Only a matter of time till you're inside, Sergeant. Thought you went through SAS survival training?” Price's low chuckle was pleasing in her ear, she didn't even mind the fact that he was clearly ribbing her.

“You're going to tease me too, eh?” She cracked a grin as another shiver wracked her.

“ You can handle it, sweetheart .”

Her brows lifted. That was new. A pet name while they were supposed to be working…a pet name at all really beyond saying ‘good girl’ seemed even more out of place. She said nothing about it and instead smiled to herself, a comforting warmth filling her cheeks despite the cold already turning them pink. “I can, doesn’t mean I have to like it, sir. ”

The queue shuffled forward, and she was now just a few heads away from entering the building, the thumping music steadily growing louder. The beating electronic music matched the rhythm of her heart as it began to increase. Finally reaching the front rope, the bouncer gave her the nod of approval to enter, and she was hit by the flurry of lights and sounds that filled the large, darkened, industrial designed nightclub. Black leather furniture, chrome and neon – she felt like she was walking into a set from Blade Runner. Her first stop was the coat check, sliding the long coat off her arms and handing it to the girl behind the counter, she moved further in and the heat of the bodies crowded in together hit her like a wave. Strobe lights flashed, the music blared, and she did her best to scan the area looking out for the target. Snaking her way through the crowd towards the bar, she waved her hand to get the attention of one of the bartenders as she stood at the counter. It had been some time since she had done this sort of thing, often opting for an actual bar rather than clubs even in her youth. She still had one trick up her sleeve however, putting two fingers in her mouth she whistled over one of the bartenders and finally was served.

“могу я получить виски?” <Russian: Can I get a scotch?>

She was thankful Price taught her enough Russian to at least allow her to order her drink of choice. A little dutch courage to keep herself focused, to keep her calm. As she waited, she tried to simulate being relaxed as possible, not looking around too much to make her appear suspicious but keeping her wits about her to stay on the lookout for trouble.

“ Any sign of him, Sergeant? ” Price’s rumbling timbre vibrated through her.

“Not visual yet, but my eyes are peeled.”

Glancing over her shoulder, she looked back at the stairs that led to the VIP section. It was her goal to get up there with Zorokov and get him alone for the takedown. She had memorized the layout of this place from the plans that Laswell had dug up and knew where every security camera was placed and every possible exit, anything to give her the upper hand in this meeting as she dangled herself like a mouse on a string. At this point, his scheduled appointments had already begun, and it was just a matter of time before he would come down and make his presence known – she just had to try and win his attention.

A few moments passed and the tumbler glass of scotch was slid along the bar on a black paper napkin and placed in front of her by the bartender. Quick to pick up the glass, she sipped on the amber liquid, letting its warmth fill her from the inside out. Hints of sherry from the oak barrels it was aged in hit her tongue first, then the spicy notes of black pepper and the sweetness of vanilla. Just one drink of this could put her at ease. She swirled the liquid around and around, the weight of the sloshing scotch seeming to relax her as she waited for her first sight of Zorokov. Turning to rest her elbows back on the bar, arching her back just a little so her chest pressed forward, she kept an eye on as much as she could.

It didn’t take long before the first suitor came to her side, his eyes dragging over her like she was a buffet table and he was famished. Making a comment to her in Russian, she was quite sure after she responded in what was supposed to be a polite decline of his advances that the captain had taught her something rather the opposite, especially as the man stormed off with more choice words for her in Russian.

“Fucking hell, what did you teach me to say, Price?” she whispered harshly.

A quiet snicker came through her earpiece, broken by his husky voice, “ Never you mind, just keep saying it and you shouldn’t get any cling ons. Can’t have you getting distracted. ”

“Bastard,” she muttered under her breath.

“ I heard that .”

Rory chuckled to herself and took another sip of her drink, scanning the area, her eyes flicking back up towards the VIP area searching for a hint of that slicked blonde hair she had seen before, but all remained quiet. Taking a deep breath, she gave her neck a little stretch from side to side, trying to lean into the patience she had honed as a sniper. After her SSC training was completed, she was no longer pushed into the action of the front lines and instead she had to learn the pace that required her to be forced to camp out for hours, sometimes days at a time, in a nest to get the shot she needed. This was no different. The target was more important than her comfort, that was something she had quickly discovered in her time as a soldier, and despite the fact that she was using herself as bait, this was still more attractive an idea than having to sit in the burning hot heat, sweat dripping down her arse crack or in puddles of murky standing water being bitten by God knows what. This – for all intents and purposes – was easy.

Time passed, she ordered a second drink, several more men showed interest in her and she blew them off the same way Price had taught her. It was practically clockwork now. At least she knew the outfit was working for her. It was just a matter of time for the big man himself to come down the stairs, and just like that – speak of the devil – the door to VIP access opened and Zorokov in his trim, black sharkskin suit stepped out still chatting away with his legion of “colleagues”.

Her eyes narrowed for just a moment, that warrior’s instinct in her revealing itself. “Head’s up, got eyes on the target now. He’s just stepped out from his meeting.”

“ Keep on him, Sergeant .”

“Copy.”

Zorokov moved like he was king of the castle. Untouchable . Pulling on the fronts of his suit jacket, buttoning it up as he slithered his way past the patrons and made his way to the bar.

“He’s headed in my direction now.”

“ Just keep it together, yeah? ”

She took a deep breath and took a quick swig of her drink. Now or never. As the oligarch drew near, she did her best to draw his attention, focusing on the way she posed while maintaining a relaxed aura about her, the last thing she needed was him figuring out this was a sting. His dark eyes landed on her, and she pretended not to notice him, glancing away – a simple lure to pull him in. Just like a fisher’s fly in the water, she’d snare the big fish in the little pond. His stare roamed over her as she nonchalantly continued to work on her drink and he was quick to pull up a spot beside her at the bar, his arm brushing against hers. Something like regret already began coiling in her gut, everything about the presence of this man was oily and slimy to her, like she could taste his venom in the air around him.

“Хотите еще?” <Russian: Would you like another?>

She glanced over sideways towards him, putting on her softest, most innocent smile. Her eyes went wide as she batted her lashes up at him. “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m a tourist. I don’t speak a lick of Russian. Or at least nothing beyond yes, no, and hello.”

“ God, you’re good at this ,” Andrew whispered in her ear.

“Quite alright.” Zorokov’s smile widened like a snake about to strike. “Lovely accent by the way.”

She could already picture Price either smugly smirking or growling over that reaction, it was what he had expected after all, but she wasn’t quite so sure he would actually enjoy the fact that his prediction was correct. “Thank you.” She faked the blush to her cheeks as she smiled by thinking about the Captain’s reaction to her earlier, his wandering eyes, that subtle bite to the inside of his lower lip.

“You sound much too good for a place like this.” Zorokov’s dark chuckle was menacing despite this being his attempt to flirt with her.

“Do I?” Her voice was sultry and smooth as she asked the question, looking up at the target with large doe eyes.

“Like a proper Englishwoman. Good manners, good upbringing. Very attractive.” He leaned in towards her, stepping just a little too far into her personal space, his nostrils flaring as he breathed in her perfume. “You said you were a tourist, yes? What brings you to the motherland?”

“Traveling across Europe. I’ve already been to France and Spain, seen Germany and the Netherlands. Figured it was time to see the Big. Red. Bear .” She smirked, making sure to emphasize each word.

“And have you enjoyed your stay so far?”

A slow smile creeped across her lips. “It has certainly had its high points.”

“Has it?” Zorokov leaned in even closer, his gaze lowering down the neckline of her dress. “Perhaps I can make it even better for you?”

Her brows lifted, eyes widening, remaining coy. “Oh?”

Nodding his head in the direction of the upstairs VIP area, he gave her a knowing grin. “I might be able to give you reason to extend your stay.”

Rory hummed, sipping on her drink. Swallowing her scotch, she smiled and licked the few drops off her lower lip. “You can certainly try.”

He held out his hand in the direction of the stairs, a clear invitation to lead the way and she took a deep breath, whispering as she moved out of Zorokov’s sights should he try to lip read, “Heading into the VIP area now.”

“ Copy. Break a leg ,” Andrew replied.

Each step up the stairs sent a shiver down her back; she was marching right into the viper’s nest. Get him alone. Get close. Place the bug on him. And then wait for the cavalry to arrive to bring him in for questioning. It was simple enough, foolproof even. But that churning in her gut wouldn’t stop. The heightened awareness, battle readiness, caused every little nerve in her to want to flinch, feeling like she had eyes growing on the back of her head.

Upon reaching the door to the upper floor, Zorokov moved up behind her, placing his hand on the small of her back, and Rory had to hold back the bile that rose up her throat. Slipping a card from his pants pocket, he placed it to the security panel and it beeped allowing them access. The door opened wide, and the upstairs looked like something out of a Bond villain’s penthouse. All black marble polished to perfection and gold filigree, Roman columns and furniture that was far more plush than what was on the floor below. This was a room designed for the powerful to play and Rory’s gut wrenched at the thought of the things that might have happened up here before.

He held out his hand, directing her in, and she stepped inside, her heels clicking on the marble floor. The faint chemical, clinical scent of bleach was in the air. Freshly cleaned . She had no interest in wanting to know why. Keeping her breathing controlled, she crossed the room to sit in one of the tufted leather couches, crossing her legs and stretching her arms out along the back, remaining the picture of grace, confidence and elegance – exactly the woman Igor Zorokov expected her to be. Rory’s eyes scanned the room, but just as had been in the plans, there was no sight of security measures in here. No cameras whatsoever. That didn’t help settle the growing pit in her gut at all. As the door shut behind him, the blond man looked at her as if she were prey. Locked in, with nowhere to go, her pupils dilated with aggression but to a man like Zorokov it would only mean the opposite.

The Russian moved closer, striding towards her as he took a seat on the opposite side of the couch, the leather giving way to his weight. His fingers brushed over hers as his hand traveled over her wrist and up the length of her forearm resting against the back of the couch.

“You are a very lovely woman.”

“You’re a charming man. I’m sure you’ve had your fair share,” she said, turning to tuck herself into the corner and face him.

“I have only the most expensive taste.”

“That’s quite the compliment.”

“It is,” he hummed.

He slid over towards her on the couch, sitting closer, leaning in towards her. Forcing herself to drag her eyes up to meet his, Rory looked up at him through a fan of dark lashes. His dark stare flicking from her chest to her lips, not bothering to meet her eyes at all. She found herself clenching her jaw, the sickening twist in her abdomen squeezing tighter. He was going to try and kiss her…she could feel it coming. A shuddering breath slipped from her, and she knew he’d read into it exactly the way he wanted to. Interest. Attraction. Arousal. The exact opposite of the disgust that grew inside her.

Leaning further towards her, rubbing his hands along the curve of her neck, following it along as it met her shoulders, he tilted his head so his lips were just a hair away from her ear, breathing heavily into the earpiece that sat hidden below her dark brown tresses, whispering through gritted teeth in a sharp hiss, “Just how stupid do you think I am?”

Rory’s eyes widened, her breath hitching. Her body reflexively sent itself into survival mode, every muscle tensing, knowing it was time to fight. She slowly opened her clutch, not wanting to attract his attention as she carefully slipped her fingers into the opening and slid them into the grips of her brass knuckles.

“Didn’t think I’d recognize you?”

Zorokov’s smile widened like a hungry animal, he had her exactly where he wanted her. Believing her cornered. Trapped. Just another woman in a cage for him. He might have recognized her, but he didn’t know just how savage she could be. Her will to live was stronger than the violence he most assuredly aimed to use against her. In that moment Price’s words echoed in her head: The world needs more wolves in it, Rory. Maybe it's about time you took that lambskin off.

That time was now.

#call of duty #fan fiction #john price #captain price #john price x oc #oc: rory sinclair #skelly writes #all along the watchtower #chapter 9

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pattysplaceofplaces · 2 years

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Paper Hearts

Paper Star x Gender Neutral Reader

Finally, another caper. Paper Star was good at her job yet her unhinged nature caused her to be tied onto a tight leash. But now her little “timeout” was over and she was back on the scene once more.

The National Museum of color. The most vibrant place in the world filled with all forms of art. She hadn’t been paying much attention to Countess Cleo’s ramble but she wanted some sort of butterfly themed dress. She jumped down from the ceiling beams and onto the paint splattered floor. Paper Star loved chaos as much as the next villain but these colors were too much. At least she made it look flattering with pastels instead of throwing some colors together and calling it a day.

This mission was too boring for her. No sign of Carmen Sandiego or Shadow San? Of course they’d make her go on these types of missions. She had managed to snatch the dress and was about to make it to the helicopter yet something stopped the thief in her tracks. She had never seen anything like it.

A room that housed a large frame. Inside that frame was a landscape made purely out of folded paper. Hills with vibrant flowers and butterflies, trees that housed origami monkeys, and fish swimming in light blue water. She cautiously took a few steps closer, reading the name on the frame.

“Serenity Party by F/n L/n”

Who? Paper Star had never heard that name before. What an underrated gem. Surely their other works were just as good. She glided her fingers against the glass, wishing she could be in that picture. She had time to spare, she could take it with her, perhaps store it in her room. Although she knew VILE would most likely want it, or that she would be in trouble for jeopardizing the mission or whatever. “They always wanna ruin my fun..” She muttered to herself, cringing at the thought of your masterpiece being forced to attend Cleo’s villain dinner parties. “I’ll see you soon.” But not soon enough for her. She sticked a tracker on the back of the frame and made her get away. Once she was secure on the helicopter she took her phone out of her pocket. Time to do some research on a specific artist.

—-The Next Morning—-

“You’re quite lucky L/n. Only one thing was stolen and it wasn’t your work.” You let out a sigh of relief, adjusting your guest badge. “Now your meet will start soon. Be on the lookout for any suspicious characters.” You stood next to your piece, nodding. “Thank you.” You knew the manager wouldn’t hear your silent gratitude but oh well.

“The artist behind the art” meet wasn’t going very well for you. So many talented artists had crowds as they stood next to their work. Yet for the past two hours your area had been completely deserted. Some people would past by but not long enough for you to start talking about your piece. Maybe you shouldn’t have submitted your work at all. You knew the art director was hesitant to put it in. Maybe they were right. Origami wasn’t a real art. Painters, sculptures, fashion designers worked so hard. All you did was sit down and fold paper all day. Your parents were right, it wasn’t too late to change your major, to find a more successful career. You picked up the sides of the frame and went to take it off the wall but a chill and the blur of colors that rushed past you made you freeze.

“Hello?” You looked around, trying to find someone. You went to pick up your painting until you noticed something that had been pinned to your jacket. You held the origami rose in your hand, reading the ink that had been written on the stem.

“I look forward to seeing more of your work.

-Your biggest fan

P.S. Let’s hang out sometime.”

Paper Star knew she could get in huge trouble for getting close to someone who wasn’t apart of VILE but she could deal with it. This felt like something she absolutely had to do. There was something about you. Perhaps she did have a heart, one that she folded with blood red paper only for you.

#Carmen Sandiego #Paper Star #Paper Star Carmen Sandiego #Paper Star x reader #X reader #Carmen Sandiego x reader #Carmen Sandiego imagine #Reader insert #Villain x reader #Kinda Yandere? I don’t really know

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 9 months

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8.18.23 Friday

12:21 am

Just got back from Montana again... After work, I saw a stray dog outside the building... I feel sad and I pity the dog coz he is just wandering without an owner to take care of him....

Yesterday was a new day and today is an another new start... I need to focus but I still feel panic... Here we go again but now I have to stay in the call center, for a long while... Yeah! I need money but I will feel bad and mad if I can't do this job... I had have "brain freeze" coz I'm fucking tired and thinking of my side by side or left and right credits.....

Well, good thing that Uncle Jun sponsored a meal and Uncle DD managed some important fundings here in the house....

Me? I need to pay my credits... I badly need to keep this job angels...

Still, sorry wave 468 of Iqor...

Procrastinating... It is...

Mystery there...Mystery here.... I know it is "Procrastinating" and everything here...

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Me and Mia we talked about me? If I want to have a baby? I said why not if the right one comes but I want it on a well-planned... But I told Mia that I was once married and with that xpartner for almost 3 years... I said I wasn't ready to get pregnant and he must respect that... I have my own values and I was never a judgemental...

My original upbringing was conservative but my adoptive mother who raised me here, in this old house my Aunt Teresa ( the younger sister of my biological mother Beth ) told me it was an ideal thing to walk in the aisle before getting pregnant and before having sex... That was the ideal thing but there were some point of our lives that she told me that if you wanna have sex with someone, you must tell us ( my family)...

Then, I had bf's and I planned not get pregnant... Coz I'm not ready and financially we were not ready...

Mature couple can decide,like what I posted on my previous post here... Getting pregnant,having baby is an additional to your relationship but it is not the measurement of being together, not the measurement of your connection as couple.

I told Mia, I don't wanna put a period on that issue now but I feel that I'm not ready coz I really feel fat and ugly and old. I feel so conscious on my feet, I feel awkward showing my blemish butt... I wanted to flatten my tummy....Things that I need to fulfill... I don't know...

I wanna fulfill something....I told her I wanted supposed to be to have an american beauty baby but I wasn't lucky to meet anyone or a foreigner who is really an English speaking and I don't know... On the other angle, I wanted to gain friends, I wanted to join dog show, I wanted to be productive as individual... But I wanted more in life but this is my life now....

I wanna chill for now and this job in the call center this is a big challenge for me... I have to do this or I will feel bad and mad and will feel hurt that why other people can do it and why I can't....It is a major and serious challenge for me to do this job... I need help angels... I need help,oh! GOD... I need help to do this job in spite of the stress that it can give you everyday...

11:02 am

Still,having the windblow trap...

What else to share... It is a new day today...Thank God!!! In a lil while will be bound off to Montana..

Our Friday attire today is "going back to school". I'm thinking what to wear.... Surprise!

It is really funny to be in the call center, once the approved account made by some powerful people, the world inside is really funny or fun coz it is like a make-believe... But me? I was really a middle-class but our life these days is really on a downhill... It is just funny...

One thing you will notice that your account is approved by the upper original management of call center, they will really made the ac on its full power that you can actually feel the chill coz it is too cold and you will probably think that snow can fall down there in iqor...

Congratulations!!!! Wave 468 you are confirmed! BUT! Procrastinating it is...

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mycrofts-gunbrella · 2 years

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Caring is the Greatest Advantage- Mycroft Holmes x Reader (Part Sixteen)

A/N- Not dead! See! Finally getting out another chapter! There will only be two more chapters after this one! Though, when the ending arrives, if demand for a sequel is present, I MAYYYY be tempted as I have really enjoyed writing this story as Mycroft is my favourite character! Uni has just been a pain in my arse, as has my mental health, but I'm trying to find space to write where I can! Anyway, enough of my boring chat, enjoy the new chapter!

Word Count: 3k

Thursday had passed fairly well- neither you nor Mycroft electing to get out of bed until 10am, simply just talking to one another about the following days to come.

"Any clue on what to get Greg yet?" You asked, taking the moment to pull the duvet back up to your neck as the autumnal chill took over.

"A few. Though I must ask why you insist on wrapping up like we're in the middle of the arctic."

"It's October. In London. I'm freezing."

"Y/N, the central heating has practically been on constantly since the temperatures began to drop."

"...Outside looks cold and it makes my inside feel cold." Rather than respond audibly, Mycroft offered a fond eye roll at your childishness and proceeded to pat the section of the bed beside him in an offer of closing the small gap between you. Practically leaping at the chance, you rolled over and lifted Mycroft's arm to rest around you, relishing in the warmth emitting from his being. "You know, for an iceman, you burn like a furnace sometimes." You mused, fighting the urge to close your eyes and fall back into slumber once more.

"Yes, well, 'fireman' would have been a rather misdirecting nickname. I fear I wouldn't have been taken very seriously if people thought a fireman was working in the political field."

"Would've looked dead sexy in the uniform though." Mycroft choked a little at your words before falling into a laugh. "See, no denying it either. Maybe I could get you to make me a calendar all 'Full Monty' style over the front of the truck."

"A disastrous idea, I can assure you.. The red hue of the fire engine, my tinted hair, and slightly reddened cheeks? Major clash, I'd say." You turned around and pressed a quick kiss to said cheeks before grinning.

"Slightly is the understatement of the year. Still, the Clash are my favourite band so I'm sure I could handle the contradicting colours."

"Your jokes are getting worse."

"I'll tell Greg that one tomorrow, he'll love it."

"Not a very redeeming argument, my dear. I have once witnessed Gregory laughing over a monkey flinging its own faeces at a window."

"Touché, Holmes." You then clicked back to the original point of your conversation and spun yourself around to face the man a little more. "Anyway, speaking of Greg, we still need to work out what we're getting him- and whilst I am 100% convinced you have the power to find him a faeces throwing primate, I don't think that's the best way to go. We'll keep it as a plan B though."

Eventually, the pair of you decided to gift Greg a large decanter of one of his favourite whiskies he drinks when he visits Mycroft's home and raids his alcohol cabinet like a teenager. But, feeling as though it wasn't quite enough, Mycroft had arranged for Greg to have the rest of the week, and the following week entirely off work. It wasn't too long ago that Greg was getting upset about not seeing his parents much this year, and how he wants to spend more time with them now that they're getting older. It was only fair to give him this time to himself to get a nice visit under his belt. Only part of you felt a little gutted that your first week back at work would be Gregless, but it was the least you could do. Myc had also arranged for a car to be at Greg's disposal for the journey- having the inclination he would be anxious to leave to his parents' house but still wanting a few drinks at the get together.

The rest of the evening had passed in a relatively tranquil manner, with you and Mycroft watching a movie and placing an order to obtain all of the food you required for tomorrow.

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Friday morning had arrived at record speed, with you and Mycroft already downstairs by 9am. You'd elected to spend the day with Greg a little earlier than originally anticipated, with the idea being that Greg would likely leave shortly after dinner to have time to get dropped off home to grab some clothes for his trip.

You'd prepped a hearty English breakfast, deciding the greasy and fatty nature of it would be well deserved with your afternoon of alcoholism and socialising in mind. However, Mycroft had elected for a bowl of porridge and you had to pretend to not be completely horrified over his choice.

"I tried to bite my tongue." You spoke as Mycroft raised his spoon to his lips. He grinned before taking the warm mixture into his mouth and humming around the metal.

"For all but twelve seconds.." He mused.

"It's just.. Such a sad breakfast. It's so dull. No colours. Whereas look at this!" You gestured towards the two plates you'd started preparing for Greg's any moment arrival. "Bright orange beans.. Pink bacon.. Yellow eggs.. It's enough to put Joseph's Dreamcoat to shame! Philip Schofield's one, of course. The superior Joseph- not Jason D."

"Were you even alive when either of those took on the role of Joseph?"

"Yes.. Maybe.. Okay, no. But that's besides the point. I was alive when the Donny Osmond film came out so.. there. Let us not be distracted from the sad bowl at hand." Mycroft quickly rose from his chair and fished in the cupboards, grabbed a jar, and sat back down again. Next, he plonked a teaspoon into the red glass container and dolloped a scoop of jam in the centre of the beige bowl before him.

"Satisfied?"

"Hmmm..." You circled round him and scooped a couple more times, deciding Mycroft's central ball of strawberry jam worked perfectly as a nose, and sculpted two small circles for eyes and then a third for the mouth. "Now it's better. Slightly happier to see you."

"It's pouting."

"Maybe it just wants to kiss you." Mycroft raised his brow and you laughed. "Fine. Maybe the jam was too thick to contemplate even attempting a curved smile without you having more jam than porridge... Though that does sound far more delicious." You turned back to plating the rest of the other breakfasts when the door rang.

"I am still unaware as to why Gregory insists on knocking when I've made it perfectly clear that he can come straight in when he's expected. I even left the door unlocked."

"You can bring that one up with him. He lets himself into my flat even when he isn't expected. The man's lucky that he hasn't ended up with a black eye a few times in the past." You joked, heading out to the front door to let in the DI. "Well you certainly look..."

"Devilishly handsome? Good for my age?"

"I was going to say 'less shit' but now you've just made me feel bad. Decent sleep then?"

"Cheeky beggar, you are. And yes, thank you, like a baby. Come out of it feeling thirty years younger." Greg grinned, stepping through the door and hanging his coat on the rack.

"A whole thirty years? That would make you, what, forty?"

"I honestly hate you sometimes. Truly. You are aware that I'm only a few years older than James Bond over there?" He gestured to Mycroft as you headed into the kitchen together.

"Dare I assume that I am, once again, 007 in this case? What did I miss this time?"

"Y/N calling us old."

"I called YOU old. My Bond is still in the flourishes of youth." Greg sat at the kitchen island and peered over into Mycroft's bowl.

"Eating porridge on a Friday at nearly 10am? I'm now doubly offended that I'm placed in your senile category if that's the descriptor of a juvenile."

"Yes, well, my memory equally holds above your own, Gregory. For I remember that I distinctly told you to just come in to my home when you are expected as I will be ready and waiting." Mycroft spoke, lifting another spoonful of porridge to his lips...

"Yeah, well, that was before I had the added risk of finding the pair of you naked and at it on the sofa. Thought I'd spare my eyes." ... and then choking on said porridge.

"Ever a delight, Greg. Now eat your bacon before I blend it and spoon feed it to you." You warned jokingly. "Oh! Did you bring the goods?"

"Yes, thank you. My memory isn't that dreadful. Though your observational skills must be if you didn't see me bring in the same bags you handed to me."

"Too distracted bullying you, I'm afraid." You smirked, spooning in a mouthful of beans before circling the table and taking the bags from Greg upstairs to hide. When you returned, you found the pair of them settled happily into conversation and eating their food. "Dare I say, you had better not be trying to wrangle what your presents are from Greg, Mr Holmes." You scolded playfully.

"He'd be useless if he did. I refused to look in the bags- I knew he'd either read it in my face or manage to make me list them within minutes of arrival." Greg grinned, taking a bite out of his toast. "That and I dare find out what couples buy each other in the honeymoon periods of their sex lives. If my youth taught me anything, it's that it's filthy." You swatted the man at the back of his head before sitting on the other side of Mycroft.

"That's just you, Lestrade. You're the dirty bastard in this room, not us. I dread to think of the kinds of things you picked up when you were younger- and that's just the things you bought."

"Oi, I'm clean. Always have been."

"I must say that euphemisms on sexually transmitted diseases wasn't at the top of the list of conversations I expected to have over breakfast this morning." Mycroft mused, moving to take his now empty bowl over to the sink.

"Even when you've known a born-Lestrade and an honorary-Lestrade for all these years?" Greg snorted.

"Yeah, darling, I think this one's on you for being unprepared." You laughed, following him to place your own plate in the sink and kissed his cheek.

"I agree, sweetheart, you'd ought to know better by now." Greg appeared and kissed Myc's other cheek with a laugh after being pushed away.

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The evening drew on, the notion of a home cooked meal long gone as it was decided to order enough food for a family of six from a variety of different takeaways while watching a film. Well, decided makes it sound unanimous, but it was really you and Greg being unable to pick a single meal and Mycroft, having enough of the indecisiveness, pulling a Harry Potter 'we'll take the lot' move. Though he did insist that he only wanted his spring rolls and fried rice from the Chinese... at first. The Bombay potatoes from the Indian takeaway and some slices of pizza from his favourite Italian restaurant soon persuaded him to expand his dinner choices.

"I can feel my arteries closing." Greg groaned, throwing a pizza crust towards one of the empty takeaway containers and slumping back to lean on the sofa. "I'm definitely regretting insisting to sit on the floor rather than the table too."

"I did try to advise that it was a terrible idea given such large portions."

"Yeah but there's so much food, I think even your banquet table would've struggled, Myc. Plus we wouldn't have been able to watch The Godfather from the dining room." You chimed in, kicking your plate away from in front of you.

"Oh yes, of course. Nothing quite increased my appetite like the severed head of a horse."

"You're just jealous you never thought of doing that as a threat to all those dodgy politicians." Greg smirked. "I just can't believe you hadn't seen it before, given your field and all that."

"Gregory.. You are aware that I occupy a minor position in the British government, not the mafia?"

"You all wear fancy, expensive suits to work. All the same t'me." Greg stretched his arms above his head before taking a swig of his whiskey. "All this food and drink, I reckon I'll still feel it by work on Sunday. S'pose I better get out your hair before I kip on the carpet." You quickly perked up, brain cogs returning to their functions. Mycroft caught your move and nodded with a smile, heading out of the room for a moment. "What? Was that a secret government code? 'Bout to be infiltrated by MI6 now, am I?" He grinned.

"Less infiltrated, more.. gifted." You mused as Mycroft came back into the room holding a large leather box in his hands. He knelt back onto the ground beside you and handed the box over to Greg.

"From the both of us. Just a small thank you." Mycroft spoke, a grateful smile on his face.

"We both appreciate everything you've done. It's not like you didn't overwork yourself to the bone anyway, so picking up my shifts? Made us love you that little bit more." Greg appeared slightly stunned.

"You know I didn't do it for you to owe me anything. I've said before how much the pair of you mean to me. You're a pain in the arse, but you're like my little sister- which, in turn, makes Myc family too now."

"Just open the box, you soppy git." You grinned. Opening the latch on the side of the case, Greg's eyes widened and he immediately shut it.

"No."

"What do you mean 'no'? You appear to enjoy drinking such brand when you come over here? I can always exchange if-" You put your hand over Mycroft's knee and smiled fondly.

"He does enjoy it, Myc. He's just being a stubborn git who doesn't like accepting things from people. He's a nightmare at Christmas."

"Yeah, but there's a difference between- Jesus, this is a single malt Dalmore!"

"Which you enjoy, yes?"

"Well yeah, Myc, but that's not-"

"Then enjoy it."

"It's four and a half grand a sodding bottle!"

"Then enjoy it slowly." You cut in. "I didn't mooch off Myc for it, I put in half, so-"

"Not helping."

"Y/N also insisted that you have the rest of this week and the next off work. It came to my understanding that you hadn't seen your parents for a while."

"I can't af-"

"Paid."

"I called your Da yesterday and your Mum's already done up the spare room. I told her you're a big boy and can make your own bed, but she insisted." You couldn't help but smile at Greg's face.

"And, not to kick you out of course, I have a car due to arrive to take you back home to pack a bag and then take you to see them in about ten minutes." Rather than speaking, Greg all but dived at the pair of you and wrapped his arms around you. You returned the hug immediately, and even Mycroft patted at Greg's shoulder with a little laugh.

"I.. Don't really know what to say." Greg mumbled into your shoulders.

"Just promise me your Da will freeze us some croissants for you to bring back."

"You know he'd rather go to an early grave than freeze his pastries. You'll have to come up on a day you get free. Both of you, that is."

"I'm sure I'll manage to convince Myc to come up. Now, go get your bloody shoes on. If you're so much as a minute late turning up, your Ma will be fretting and I'll get the back end of it!" Greg did as told and rounded up the rest of his stuff before heading to the door and giving the pair of you one last hug and thanks.

"If either of you need me, just call, alright? Oh, and if Sal gives you shit because I'm gone then I'll sort it. Or deck her and I'll sort the papers when I'm home... Oh! And Sherlock. Tell him I won't be here for cases or he'll go hunting for me. And-"

"When was the last time you had a week off work?"

"About fifteen years ago."

"Exactly- now go enjoy it. I'll slap Sal and I'll get John to sort Sherlock. Now go before I force you into the car- and that really won't seem like a heartwarming move to the neighbours."

"Right yeah. Going. Thanks again. For all of it.. But honestly if you-"

"Go, Gregory. It'll be sorted and we'll be fine." Mycroft encouraged with a laugh. And then off Greg went. The pair of you went back into the front room and cleared away the remnants of dinner before all but collapsing onto the sofa, Mycroft sat with his head hanging over the back, and you laying across the length of the chair with your head in his lap.

"I'd consider that at least marginally successful." You spoke, eyes closed in relaxation. "Though you'll have to come and meet Greg's parents now."

"I'm sure I will survive."

"Mmm.." You agreed sleepily. "Consider it a step towards meeting the real potential in-laws. Though my parents can't make French pastries. Load of old bollocks really considering they buggered off across the channel."

"I'll look forward to it." He spoke, stiffening slightly.

"You're already scared, aren't you?"

"Terrified."

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xiaosmoon · 3 years

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hello! i loved ur college au, so can i request that but for zhongli and kaeya pls? thank you!

the boys as your college roommate pt.2

pairings: zhongli & kaeya x gn!reader ft.hu tao (afab reader for kaeya)

content/warnings: fluffyyy, mentions of a seance. mentions of sex for kaeya's but no actual intercourse between the reader & kaeya

a/n: i got carried away with zhongli... ehe *ghost busters theme song*

-> zhongli

moving in with zhongli was an absolute delight. he was so respectful of your space and even helped you study!

you weren't really surprised to find out he was a history major. it's practically almost all he talked about, not that you minded.

today he came home with the biggest smile plastered on his face and pamphlet in hand. "there's a new history exhibit opening up around campus. i heard it's about the town's local history and war from over 800 years ago. uh if you'd like, we can go together?" and who were you to say no?

you knew this wasn't a date or anything, just two friends hanging out! because that's what friends do, right? once you and zhongli arrived, you both decided to go with a tour guide because even zhongli didn't know much about the town's history. "and this exhibit over here ladies and gentlemen tells you about the haunting of whitmore's house, ouuuuu!" the tour guide gave his worst ghostly impression.

you chuckle and turn to zhongli, who didn't seem as amused. "zhongli? you don't really believe in the haunting of whitmore's house, ouuuuu!" you gave your best mimic of the tour guide. he's eyes remains fixated on the small replica of the house. "hmm, i'm not sure. i am confused on why it would be in a history museum."

"well my friend, whitmore was a brave general during the war. he unfortunately got ambushed in his own home. legend has it you can still hear his screaming coming from his bedroom!" the tour guide made another ghostly mimic before leaving. that sent chills up your spine. "eugh, how awful." you crossed your arms. the distaste in your voice was very evident, so zhongli and you both decided to move on to the next exhibit.

later that night while you guys were deciding on what to have for dinner, there was very loud knocking sound at the door. "i'll get it." when you opened the door, you were met with an overly excited hu tao. she was bouncing on her toes with a up to no good grin.

"hu tao? i wasn't expecting you. come on in." you open the door wider and she makes a bee line for the couch. "weeee have plans tonight." she announces plopping down next to zhongli. "we do? i wasn't aware." zhongli raises his eyebrows.

hu tao was a good friend of zhongli's. although you didn't know her too well, you liked her spirit. "ohhh yes we do! we're having a seance at whitmore's house." her smile only grew wider. speaking of spirits. you on the other hand collapsed on the couch. "a seance? at a haunted house? you can count me out." you shiver. zhongli wanted to say he was surprised, but he really wasn't. hu tao was the president of the occult club after all.

"will it just be us?" zhongli's interest was piqued. "mmm no. a few of my club members will be joining us but i wanted to invite the two of you as well! i know you guys went to the museum today so i thought you'd be interested!" the way hu tao's eyes sparkled at this was a bit concerning.

you sigh, nibbling on your bottom lip in deep thought. oh, what the hell. it's not like you believe in this ghosts anyway. you slam your palms on the coffee table and stand up abruptly, making zhongli and hu tao flinch. "let's go catch some ghosts!"

now what the hell were you thinking?! the weather was freezing, and dark clouds painted the night, showing signs of a thunderstorm. you were shaking in your boots standing outside of the haunted house. if you can even call it that. it was more of an abandoned manor. a gate surrounded the property so it was a hassle to get to get in.

zhongli noticed your shaking, so he held your hand. you look up at him and he just shoots you a comforting smile. your body begins to shake less. "alright everyone, are we ready?" hu tao turns around to look at everyone. you all nod and follow hu tao inside. the atmosphere inside wasn't helping your nerves. the wallpaper was tearing from the walls, stains of water damaged, missing floorboards, and- was that a blood stain?

you must've clenched zhongli's hand too tight because he started rubbing his thumb across your intertwined hands to help calm you down. okay, deep breaths y/n. you can do this. besides, it's not like ghosts actually exist, right?

"wowwww look at this place! how about we explore for a bit? we can split up and meet up later here!" hu tao suggested. you were about to protest, but zhongli was already leading you away from the rest of the group. "is this really safe?" you ask him barely loud enough.

"don't worry. i'm here with you. and if you get too uncomfortable, i'm sure hu tao will understand that we had to leave." his words brought you enough comfort to keep your legs walking. you clung to zhongli's side as you explored the eerie hallway with nothing but a dim flashlight. "i wonder which room was his." zhongli mumbled mindlessly. your body tensed up at his statement and you shook your head. "i'm sure hu tao is on the hunt for it." you tried to joke, but the fear building up in the pit of your stomach was just too much.

the gods were definitely against you. the flashlight zhongli was holding had gone out. "oh great. good thing we have our phones." you reached out for your phone in your pocket and hastily turned the flashlight on. "oh, seems like i forgot my phone. let's find hu tao."

for the rest of the night, your hand never left zhongli's. even when you heard a ghoulish scream coming from the upper level

-> kaeya

being roommates with kayea was very, well, exhilarating. he wasn't a terrible roommate but he was totally a fuckboy. you had to set boundaries when you heard unwanted noises coming from him and his friends on the other side of your wall almost every night.

he apologized for his behavior and promised to never let it happen again. until it did.

it was midnight and you were awoken by the very evident sex noises coming from kaeya's room. it had to have been his 3rd person this week. he thought he was being slick by sneaking his links over while you were fast asleep. you were finally going to put a stop to this.

deciding enough was enough, you angrily rip off the blanket on your body and shuffle into your bunny slippers. you march over to kaeya's room and knock very loudly on his door. "kaeya my love, is everything alright. seems like quite a ruckus in there. i'm coming in."

without shame, you open up the door wide to find kaeya and his flavor of the week hiding under his covers. well, time to put your acting skills to use. "oh! kaeya! what's this? how could you! even after i told you about our baby just yesterday?! what am i suppose to do now? i can't deal with this!" you burst out into the fakest tears kaeya has ever seen. kaeya had the most horrific expression on his face. the girl beside him was disgusted. she slapped kaeya, "you told me you were single! your s/o is pregnant! you disgusting man." she grabbed all of her clothes littered on the floor and left the place almost like she was never there.

as soon as she left, you wiped away your fake tears. "what a performance am i right? i'll make a great movie star in the future." kaeya clenched his bedsheets closer to his body and looked at you like he's seen a ghost. "what the hell was that? what did you-" "i told you specifically not to bring anymore of your hookups to our shared dorm. this isn't just your space, kaeya." you crossed your arms and squinted your eyes. he huffed and fell back on his bed. "yeah but did you have to be so dramatic about it? now everyone's gonna think you're pregnant with my baby."

oh. you didn't even think about that. "that's a problem for later. right now i need you to seriously promise me no more hookups. i'm getting tired." kaeya propped himself on his elbows. he knows he was being unfair and totally disrespectful. it was your place too and he shouldn't keep up his antics. "okay. i promise. i swear this time. i'm sorry."

and so he really did keep his promise. in fact, his hookups in general became less and less prominent, until he stopped hooking up with people at all. why? well because he developed feelings for you. he never planned on it, but it kinda just happened.

he realized his feelings when you first brought a date over to your dorm. he didn't like the way you flirted with them and how you laughed at all of their jokes. they should be laughing at my jokes, he thought.

so after that, he began dropping hints that he liked you. of course you never picked up on them. kaeya being a flirt was a normal thing. so it only made sense for you to not pick up what he was putting down.

but kaeya was determined. he was determined to make you his. he just needed a little push.

#zhongli x you #zhongli x reader #zhongli x y/n #zhongli #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #kaeya #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader

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bunny-is-writing · 3 years

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Class of 2013 | Dad!Schlatt

Warnings: Death, Major Wounds, Descriptions of injuries

;; heres some dad!schlatt angst, in-game :)

Blood was pouring out of your body rapidly, faster than you could block the wound. A large gash in your side, courtesy of Wilbur, who had deemed you an enemy due to your father’s actions. Your father, you tried to explain, hadn’t spoken to you in years, but you were being hurt before you could even admit that you’d travelled to Pogtopia as an ally to the former president.

So it was with blood spilling out of your side, head dizzy and lips turning blue that you arrived at your father's house. You knew that, at this point, Schlatt was the only person on the server that would even consider saving you. You knocked on the door, your movements starting to become sluggish as you leant against the frame to keep yourself standing.

The door swung open, and you were greeted with the image of your father, drunk, his eyes half open and his clothes scruffy. His eyebrows raised at your presence, opening his mouth to greet you but freezing as he noticed the blood trailing along his porch. You stood up to greet him properly, but a sudden head rush had you tumbling right into your father, who caught you with ease.

“Whoa, kiddo, what the fuck happened to you?” He questioned, panicked but still trying to make it sound like a joke. You smiled at his tone and the whiskey on his breath, he never seemed to change.

“Dad,” You breathed out, trying to smile but probably just grimacing. “I’m tired, can I stay with you tonight?”

Your tone seemed to further his panicked attitude, and he quickly scooped you up, carrying you into the house. The whole way, he was talking to you, asking your name and the date and if you knew where you were, but responding was getting harder and harder.

“Okay, listen, kid, you’re not gonna fucking die on me. I know you’re tired but you can’t sleep, you have to promise to stay awake.” He instructed, laying you down on the couch and then beginning to hurry about the house gathering some form of medical supplies.

“I’m only staying tonight, okay dad, and then I’ll be out of your way. I’ll stay quiet, I won’t get in your way,” You promised as he whispered under his breath, continuing to beg you to stay awake.

“(Y/n), what happened? I need you to tell me who did this, can you do that? They’ll be dead tomorrow, I promise you.” Schlatt’s tone was getting louder, and he kept asking questions but you didn’t even attempt to reply anymore, still caught up in convincing him to let you stay, unaware you were already inside and laying on his sofa.

“I’ll leave tomorrow morning, I swear, I’ll go figure something out, get a house away from all this shit,” You started babbling, rattling on ideas about this house you would get, away from Manberg and Pogtopia and the entire SMP altogether.

Your dad was scurrying about the place, saying words you weren’t bothered to decipher, your tone quieting as you continued to speak. Fatigue was settling in, replacing every drop of adrenaline and your eyes were starting to flutter shut when you were jolted awake by your father grabbing your face and sitting you up slightly.

“No, no, no,” He yelled, not caring about who heard anymore. “You aren’t sleeping! I am not losing you, (y/n)!”

This seemed to snap you back into your surroundings, and you were suddenly acutely aware of the pain in your side. You tried to move your neck to see how bad it looked, but even lifting your head had you crying out in pain. Your dad, you suddenly noticed, had started crying, hot tears running down his face as he tried to tend to your wound. It was almost scary, him showing such intense emotion, but at least he finally decided to show that he cared. A bittersweet feeling washed over you as you realised that, and your hand moved to cup his cheek thoughtlessly, causing his head to snap up to you.

“Dad, would you wash my back this once? And then we can forget about it, and I’ll leave what I wanted for the other kids to pursue.” You were speaking but didn’t really know what you were saying, and you knew from the confusion on Schlatt’s face that you weren’t making any sense.

“(Y/n), what are you- What does that mean? You’ll be okay and then we’ll do whatever you want, alright. You’re okay.” He was crying as he spoke, and you weren’t sure who he was trying to convince- you or him. But the words were comforting, at least, bringing a peaceful smile to your face.

“Hey Dad,” You whispered. “Am I still young? Can I dream for a few months more?”

You closed your eyes, giving up and succumbing to the pain and sleepiness you felt. Your hand was still pressed to your dad’s cheek and you tried to wipe away some of his tears but found movement to be far too demanding, instead, you used the last of your energy to press your palm a little closer to his face, taking in the feeling of warm tears and harsh stubble.

As you slipped away, you heard your father scream, and if you weren’t already dead that noise would have done it. It was indescribable, a sob or a scream, or just white noise- it was the sound of your dad watching his child die, and it was bone-chilling. You tried to say goodbye, but it was more a thought than any real attempt, and you finally gave up, hoping you’d see your dad again eventually.

#jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #dad schlatt x reader #dad schlatt x you #mcyt imagine #mcyt x reader

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little-diable · 3 years

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Anxiety leaves her quivering - Jasper Hale (smut)

Request by @sweatyhandsduckhoagie I was thinking, her and Jasper are making out and the major makes an appearance ( 1st time in front of her) and scares her, so she wants to stop and leaves the house! She avoids Jasper for a few days and then goes back to the house and her and Jasper talk....ends with them trying again and they end up having sex. Just cute and fluffy at the end!

Hope this is what you had in mind, I think this is one of my favorite Jasper smuts. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: the major scares the reader, but Jasper is hell bent on apologizing and maybe a sweet apology turns into something more.

Warnings: smut, 18+, angst in the beginning

The kiss turned sloppier with every passing moment, (y/n) was placed in his lap, thighs pressed against his, arms slung around his neck. Both had been tangled like this for a few minutes by now, savoring their privacy as the rest of the Cullens were out of the house. He felt the warm and content feeling spreading through her, soft moans spilled from her swollen lips, awakening something deep inside of him.

Jasper could feel himself fading, switching places with the major, though he tried to fight against it, he knew that he wouldn’t stand a chance against him. He moved his lips to her jaw, slowly he began to suck a few marks into her skin, eyes turning into a darker shade, nothing she had noticed until now.

“So gorgeous, you’re mine darlin’, all mine”, his accent sounded thicker than ever, ripping her out of her bubble as his fangs grazed her skin. “Jas’”, the uneasy feeling that swapped over her, urged him on, like a predator that was hunting after his scared prey.

“Now that's not what you should call me, is it?”, (y/n) pressed her palms against his chest, trying to rip herself out of his tight grip, wondering what he was playing at. “What? Jasper?”, a nervous chuckle spilled from her lips, “you should call me major from now on”. (Y/n) struggled in his hold, shifting in his lap, panicked eyes watching his every move, heads whipping towards the door as Alice and Edward stumbled into the house, praying that Alice’s vision had only deceived her.

That one moment was enough for (y/n) to shuffle out of his arms, to grasp her bag and run out of the mansion, not noticing how Jasper switched personalities once again, honey colored, golden eyes finally returning.

(Y/n) would avoid Jasper for days, hiding away from him in the hallways, not sparing him one glance as he’d beg her to talk to him. Her heart felt heavy, it was calling out to him, she terribly missed him, but the anxiety stuck with her, remainders of the scary moment still ran through her veins. “Darlin’?”, Jasper was standing next to her, hands interlaced in front of him, fighting against the urge to touch her, he didn’t want to fuck up once again.

Her eyes momentarily grew wider, visibly gulping as she took a step backwards, “please, let me explain, please darlin’”, his voice broke with every word he spoke, venom pooled in his eyes. Her insides were burning, bile rose in the back of her throat, her body was aching for him, a small “okay”, spilled from her lips ere she could stop herself, instantly a smile tugged on his lips, there was still at least a bit of hope for them.

Jasper took her home that day, driving in the same car, hands finding their way to her knee, slowly tracing the fabric of her jeans, finally he felt at ease, like he hadn’t fucked up, like he hadn’t lost control. (Y/n) had known for quite a while, that Jasper and the Cullens were special to say the least, a few weeks back he had told her everything about them, their eternal lives, the daily fight against their primal instincts, but not once had he told her about the major, his sick and twisted self.

It took her a few moments to wrap her head around the fact that he basically had two different personas, switching between them as his primal side would gain the upper hand. “I’m so sorry, I never wanted to scare you or hurt you”, the words made her smile, (y/n) cupped his cheeks, crawling into his lap, “it’s okay, thank you for telling me”.

She attached her lips to his, falling back down on the soft mattress, dipping under their weight as he hovered above her, lips not leaving hers once. A fire was spreading through her veins, she wanted him, wanted all of him, no matter how scared (y/n) had been the last time, she knew that he’d take care of her, he wouldn’t hurt her, she was sure of it. “Darlin’”, Jaspers raspy voice shot shivers up her spine, he moved away from her, scared that he’d take it too far, it felt like a déjà-vu, repeating itself like days ago.

“I trust you, I know you won’t hurt me”, (y/n) nibbled on his jawline, hands combing through his golden locks, “I-”, Jasper’s eyes fluttered close, fighting an internal battle, wondering if he should give in, if he’d manage to keep the upper hand, pushing the major into the far back of his mind. “Please”, she pressed on, hands toying with the first buttons of his dark shirt, (y/e/c) eyes teasing him with every passing second.

A growl rumbled through him, cold hands disappearing underneath her shirt, ripping the fabric off her frame, golden eyes admiring the skin he had wanted to touch for weeks by now. “You’re so gorgeous darlin’”, she felt her cheeks burn, “don’t go all shy on me now”, his smirk made her giggle, the sound turned into a moan as soon as Jasper attached his lips to the soft skin of her boobs, hands moving along her sides, finding the bra clasp.

“Are you sure? We can stop any-”, (y/n) silenced him with another kiss, “I want you, all of you”. Her bra found its way down to the floor, jeans and panties soon following as Jasper took off his own clothes, “relax”, he rasped out, kissing his way to her aching core, walls clenching around nothing, begging for something, to finally feel him inside of her. His hands trailed up her body, softly cupping her boobs, squeezing a bit tighter, thumbs flicking over her hard nipples, god, he definitely knew where to touch her.

His cold fingers danced down to her inner thighs, tracing along her wet folds, softly pressing them into her heat, coaxing a high pitched moan out of her swollen lips.

“Oh god Jas, feels so good”, he smirked against her skin as he kissed her hip bones, thumb circling her clit just enough to push her down the rabbit hole she wouldn’t find her way out for a long time. Jasper began to build a steady rhythm, fingers perfectly stretching her, thumb adding just the right pressure, god, he’d love to stay down there forever, teasing her, till she’d cum over and over again on his cold fingers.

“Stop”, her groan made him freeze, “I need you inside of me”, (y/n) arched her back, hands blindly searching for him, tugging on his wrists, eyes falling to his aching length. “You can always tell me to stop”, he reminded her, slapping her hand away as she tried to touch his member, “later, I don’t want to wait any longer darlin’”.

His cold touch had chills roll through her spine, pulling her under like a wave of ice cold water, knocking all air out of her lungs as she’d slowly drown in the ocean. “Jas”, she felt pathetic, whining like that, but she couldn’t stop herself, her body was aching to get conquered by him, to get lost in those beautiful eyes of his as he’d make sweet love to her. Just as another plea would roll off her tongue he had pushed himself into her heat, length engulfed by her tightness, walls constricting around him, struggling to adjust.

A few ‘oh gods’ and ‘fucks’ would stumble out of the both of them, “move, please”, (y/n) moaned into his ear, hands moving up his spine, trying to find anything to hold onto, trying to pierce her nails into his shoulders. (Y/n)s heart was rapidly beating, Jaspers hips would meet hers, getting faster with every thrust of his, “feels like you were made for me darlin’”, the words made her smile, forehead pressed against his, choking out a few breaths.

(Y/n)s head fell back as a sob crawled up her throat, she curled her toes, high on the wave of lust he brought upon her. “Please, Jas’”, she wasn’t quite sure what she was begging for, but no other words made it past her lips, too focused on the sensations he provided her with, the love she felt for him. He kept on slamming his hips against hers, rough enough to bring her closer to the edge, but not enough to leave bruises behind, careful not to hurt her in any way.

She never wanted to be touched like that by any other man ever again, she was his, his alone, only he’d get to make love to her like that, able to bring her orgasm upon her with a few thrusts, lips nibbling on hers, hands placed on the mattress, steading his broad frame. “I’m so close”, (y/n) choked out, eyes closed as she moved one hand down to her slightly enlarged clit, softly rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves, adding to the building pressure.

“Let go darlin’, it’s alright”, Jasper mused, eyes not leaving her features, smiling to himself as her orgasm rocked through her, walls clenching and unclenching around him, the knot in her belly snapped in apart, release wrecking her, leaving her panting and moaning.

She felt his warmth spread through her, freezing above her as he gave into his orgasm, “fuck I love you”, Jasper growled, kissing her one last time before he pulled out of her, instantly wrapping his arms around her quivering frame. “I love you too”, she smiled at him, thanking her lucky stars for bringing Jasper into her life, she was truly made for him.

#Jasper Hale #Jasper Hale imagine #Jasper Hale smut #major jasper whitlock #Jasper Hale x reader #twilight #twilight smut #twilight imagine #Jackson Rathbone

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maseshine · 3 years

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Oii! Você poderia fazer a fic da música "You Belong With Me" com o Ben? :)

Right for you, Ben Chilwell

Prompt: You being his best friend and at karaoke singing "You Belong With Me" to him indirectly.

Warning: Disappointment, Sadness

Words: 1811

Notes: I was really excited to write this one. It's one of my favorite prompts and I already had it written, I don't know if that's how you imagined it, but I hope you like it a lot because I loved it so much🤍

Author's Note: I know a lot of people write with the use of quotes, but I'm used to using the dash, so I hope it's not a problem.

Being in love with your best friend is one of life's biggest clichés. And sometimes it really hurt to see him and his "perfect girlfriend".

You sure as hell wouldn't have gone to karaoke if you knew she'd be there too. Ben was perceptive in hiding it from you. Really insightful.

You tried to keep your attention on Mason's out-of-tune presentation, but his eyes always seemed to betray you when they landed on the couple sitting across from you.

━ If you keep looking at them like that they'll think you're a maniac. ━ Christian said giving his shoulder a little push.

━ I don't know what you're talking about. ━ You changed the conversation.

━ And Mason can sing well. ━ The brunette joked. ━ We already know of his crush on Chilly, only he doesn't seem to notice it.

━ Or he knows and just doesn't talk about it because he doesn't feel the same way about me. ━ His voice came out dismayed, and Christian looked at her sympathetically.

━ If he doesn't notice, maybe he's not right for you, Y/N.

You didn't say anything else, Christian's words running through your head. Maybe he was right. She and Ben had been best friends for years, but maybe they couldn't be more than that.

━ Our next singer is Y/N Y/L/N. ━ You looked at the stage with surprise, you didn't put her name in the performance list.

His eyes fell on Mason who smiled innocently. Motherfucker. The boys made noise encouraging you to go on stage. You took a deep breath before getting up from the table.

Your hands shook a little as you took the presenter's microphone. His eyes scanned the available songs, stopping at one that fit his situation perfectly. His ears picked up the beginning of the melody.

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset

She's going off about something that you said

'Cause she doesn't get your mood like I do

━ Babe... baby! Come on, please calm down and listen to me! ━ You heard Ben plead in the next room, your phone pressed firmly to his ear as he tried to reason with his current girlfriend. All you knew was that he had shown his sincere side - apparently, not everyone knew he didn't have a filter.

But you knew the athlete more than anyone else, and he might need to stop and pull himself together occasionally, but it all came from his heart.

You were brought back to reality when you heard Ben grunt, dropping the phone against the table and running a hand through his hair. You looked at him with sad eyes, reaching out and placing your hand over his so gently.

━ Want to talk about it, Chill? ━ You asked him, watching as the corner of his lips twitched into a small smile with the nickname you gave him.

━ I don't believe you can save me from this situation, Y/N. ━ Ben manages to say, clearing his throat to help transition into a new conversation.

You didn't want to push it any further - knowing that if Ben was comfortable enough, he would talk to you. Hell, he told you everything. Maybe it was because the two of you grew up together, so he had to hit puberty much faster.

Ben got undeniably hot fast, all the girls at his old high school noticed that. You were about to ask him if he'd like to watch a movie, but his ringing phone interrupted, making you keep your mouth shut for now.

Ben suddenly straightened before grabbing the screen, a hopeful look flashing in his eyes as his girlfriend's name was projected in capital letters and a series of heart emojis. You rolled your eyes with a small smile and gestured for him to take the call, swallowing your pride seconds after he left the room. You left the house not long afterward, knowing you probably won't see your childhood friend for at least another week.

Walk in the streets with you and your worn-out jeans

I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be

Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself

Hey, isn't this easy?

You kicked a few pebbles off the path as you walked, with Ben by your side. It felt strange for the two of you to be together – but a strangely comfortable stranger, as if life was supposed to be like that.

He was trying to chat a little about the weather, which quickly turned into a funny story of how he fell face first in the rain during last Friday's football game.

Her eyes were mesmerized by him as he threw his head back in laughter, his hands maneuvering in strange ways as he portrayed how the event actually happened. You returned his laugh as you placed your hand on his bicep to steady yourself, little snorts following after.

━ I can't believe you still do that. ━ Ben said, his hand briefly resting on top of hers to hold her against him. You raised your eyebrows in sync with the corners of your mouth, your laugh dwindling to a small laugh.

━ Do what? You'll have to elaborate, Chilly. ━ With his free hand, Ben lightly tapped the tip of his nose while smiling at his nonchalance.

━ That cute snort you make when you laugh too much. I hadn't heard this since we saw Madders get stuck in the invisible wall of tape.

The memory provoked her to put her hand to her forehead as she chuckled her iconic laugh once more, remembering poor James' shocked expression as he recovered from the seemingly transparent 'door' and the few seconds that followed where he was frozen trying to understand what had just happened.

━ This is definitely the sound of joy. ━ Ben said as he looked at you, just for you to poke him playfully.

Oh, I remember you driving to my house

In the middle of the night

I'm the one who makes you laugh

When you know you're about to cry

The end of the week approached faster than expected, especially since you spent most of your time pretending you didn't get Ben's text messages.

You needed time to pull yourself together and organize your priorities, and having him suddenly want you back in his life was an unexpected twist. You've always had a stupid crush on Ben, but unlike the vast majority of girls who did, yours started when you were both young ━ when you had just gotten rid of the braces, and he had already started playing for a football team for the first time.

It was Friday night, and you had just curled up under the sheets, trying to get comfortable as an oncoming storm began to form outside. Your phone was constantly indicating that you had a new message, but it was just Ben asking if you were going to the football game tonight. Like the other messages, you ignored it and continued your favorite show on Netflix.

It was midnight when your phone woke you, realizing that you must have accidentally fallen asleep. You could barely hear the phone ring due to the weight of the rain outside, but you answered anyway, surprised to hear a familiar, desperate voice on the other end of the line.

━ Y/N… I'm down here… me, something happened. I didn't know where to go... I just drove, and I ended up here... something in me, I needed to see you. Let me in, please.

He looked distressed, perhaps because he was crying. You went down to the front door and opened it carefully, suddenly coming face to face with a saturated Ben Chilwell. You reached out and dragged him inside, your eyes scanning his wet, shivering body.

━ Ben... you're freezing, you're going to get sick. ━ You exclaimed as softly as you could, not letting go of his hand, as you led him to your room.

You gestured for him to stay put before grabbing a clean towel from the bathroom, running back and closing the door before wrapping it around your shoulders. You sat on the edge of the bed as he stood in front of you, seeming to have something to say, but couldn't think of how to start the conversation.

━ Why are you here? ━ You finally said after a long period of silence, Ben's eyes strayed to the ground. He cleared his throat a few times before realizing he was just whispering.

━ I saw Charlie with one of the Aston Villa players. She was on top of him. I... I asked her what the hell was going on, she basically said I wasn't good enough. Do you believe that? ━ He said exasperated, his hands pulling at her wet hair as it stuck to her forehead.

You closed your eyes for a moment as you took in this information, able to feel Ben's pain from where she sat. But it wasn't a new pain, it was like it was the kind that was finally released after being repressed for too long. As if it knew it was coming and would hold out until the dreaded day.

You pursed your lips and rose from the bed, standing right in front of him before taking his wrists and pulling them down between the two of you, your thumbs gently stroking the skin of his knuckles.

━ But why are you here? At home? You could have gone to Mase or called Madders. ━ You muttered, hoping his tone of voice would calm you down.

Those eyes you fell in love with as a teenager were looking at you, taking in your details, your passion, your heart. They were kind, just like you always knew he was.

━ Something attracted me to you, as if I was destined to be here. Do you know? ━ He spoke so low you could barely hear him, but you could hear him clearly.

Were you obsessing over him by running out of words, confused as to what he was trying to say – was it a confession of love or some pity plea because you were the only one who cared? You nodded your head to understand what he was saying, feeling your own radiance toward him for a long time.

A week later, he had returned to his girlfriend.

Standing by and waiting at your backdoor

All this time, how could you not know, baby?

You belong with me

His eyes traveled to the table where all his friends were sitting, everyone paying attention to his presentation. Except Ben and his girlfriend. A pang of pain whistled through her heart. At Christian's words coming back to her mind.

If he doesn't notice, maybe he's not right for you Y/N.

Have you ever thought just maybe

You belong with me

Maybe Ben didn't belong to you. Not how you wanted it.

#ben chilwell #chelsea fc #christian pulisic #football #football imagine #imagine #mason mount #ben chilwell x reader #you belong with me #angst #kai havertz #chelsea #london #music #timo werner #premier league

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amintyworld · 3 years

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Child of The Dome (SBI Rust Server)

Platonic Wilbur Soot x Reader and Tommyinnit x Reader. We got Dadbur and Big Broinnit... It’s all about the found family, folks!

A/N: *Gets a SBI Rust fic idea* *Looks up to see its not written and no one is interested in writing it* *Realizing YOU’RE the one who can write it into existence* As a reminder, this is all RP - THE RUST SERVER HAS LORE, GUYS GALS AND NONBINARY PALS! Also, reader is gender neutral. Enjoy! - Minty

TW: Murder, Major Character Death (Kind of, they can respawn?), Religious Themes, Cult-like behavior, Kidnapping, Cannibalism, Cursing, child abuse (?), shooting/gun violence, sickness. (Let me know if I need to tag anything else!)

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Thunder and lightning roared outside of the Dome Church as Wilbur and Tommy sat inside, continuing their sermon to a few others despite the weather conditions. Just a few hours earlier, Sofa had objected when the rain began to leak through the roof, and was promptly locked outside as punishment, which seemed to quickly quiet a few complaints from the others. “Now, my people, you shall not live in fear of the storm for the Dome will protect all who preach and live its word!” Wilbur said, standing at the podium. “Persevere and the Dome will reward you!”

Murmurs of agreement seemed to sweep through the crowd as their feet shivered - bare, wet and cold. They rose to their feet slowly as Iamty began to play the piano and they hummed along with the tune, their spirits beginning to be lifted. Water seeped into their clothes and chills ran down their spine but nonetheless they stood as Seepeekay, the known Minister, began his prepared speech over the music. Tommy walked through the aisle, holding out a basket for donations as the churchgoers threw whatever they could think to offer inside.

Suddenly a loud knock came from the door - panicked and urgent.

Wilbur grumbled at the interruption, weaving his way through the crowd and opening the door. “Sofa, you have to relearn the Dome’s ways before you can-'' Words died on his lips as Sophie looked to Wilbur worried, a small bundle in her arms. The baby’s cries blended with the thunder and lightning from above, and Wilbur’s eyes scanned the child’s in curiosity.

“Wilbur, I found them outside near the Dome, they’re freezing cold I dunno what to-!” Wilbur’s mind whirred as it began to put the pieces together, frozen in place and not knowing exactly what to do next. Tommy rushed up next to Wilbur, asking what was going on until his gaze landed on the baby as well. “...Wilbur?”

At this, Wilbur’s body quickly snapped to attention, taking the child from Sophie and turning, closing the door shut behind him and keeping Sophie outside. The baby’s eyes glimmered in the light of the torches, their hair a matted and muddy mess padded flat in a circular shape - a dome like shape, if you will. Slowly, he raised his hand to caress the child’s cheek, a fondness beginning to grow in his heart as their cries slowed to a stop, looking up to him in wonder. A loving smile stretched across his face as he booped their nose, sending them into a fit of laughter. Wilbur’s heart couldn’t help but begin to melt at the baby’s smile. He held them close, his own body warmth beginning to warm their small freezing body.

“The storm! It’s stopping!” Pebble shouted as he looked outside, noticing the sun begin to poke through the clouds as the raindrops began to slow.

“Messiah, I believe I have witnessed a miracle today.” Wilbur called as everyone turned to look at him. “This child… this child has stopped the storm, they have stopped the storm for they are a child of the Dome itself. The Dome has spared us for helping one of its own.” Wilbur held up the baby for the congregation to see. “This baby is a miracle and a blessing, a gift of the Dome to us, a gift we must not take lightly.”

“What are we going to do with it?” Scott asked. “Can we- should we just... take them back to the Dome?”

Wilbur couldn’t help the pang of selfishness that came over him at the suggestion. “Take the child back? Slop, the great Dome does not make a mistake. It has given us great gifts and now it’s given us this baby, and you want to rid yourself of them? Shameful! We shall embrace this opportunity, this gift. We’ll make them part of our great family.” Wilbur said, going back to the podium and cradling the child close in his arms. “Since I found them, I’ll look after them.” He moved to press his forehead against the baby’s as the rest of the church looked on in interest. “I dub thee… Dirt.” Wilbur smiled as the congregation erupted in applause.

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Tommy at first objected to adding another person in their already cramped house, but eventually, though he wouldn’t admit it, he became attached to the kid as the months passed. On a particular cold winter day, your crib was stationed by the fireplace, Wilbur out gathering food and supplies. Tommy had one mission and one mission only - to teach you your first swear.

“Come on, it’s not hard. Just say ‘fuck’. You can do it.” Tommy encouraged as you sat in your crib and looked at him, head tilted slightly in confusion. Your small hands reached out toward him.

“Twoh-towh!” You babbled with a smile, and Tommy’s heart melted at the nickname as he sighed fondly.

“Yeah, Tom-Tom.” He agreed, as you reached toward him, wanting to be let out as he carefully picked you up and held you in his arms. Your hands found their way into his hair as they pulled and played with it, squealing happily. “You really like my hair, don’t you?” He asked, amused until you pulled a bit too hard, making the teenager wince in pain, quickly bringing you back down to sit in his lap. “Okay, you played with my hair for a little while, can you say ‘fuck’ now?” You looked confused, moving to pick up a small pebble on the ground instead. “Dirt, I know you can do it, okay?” He moved you so you sat facing him again, and you huffed slightly at the loss of your pebble. “Say ‘fuck’. Like this: ‘ffff-uck’.” He said slower, as if that could possibly do anything to help. Your head tilted again, confused at why Tommy looked so disgruntled at his wasted efforts. He sighed in defeat, moving to put you back in your crib again.

Anger bubbled inside your chest - you didn’t want to be put back in the crib, you wanted to play. “F...FWOA!” You shouted, making Tommy’s eyes glimmer with hope.

“That’s closer, come on, you can do it, Dirt-!” He said, pausing and holding you in mid-air.

Beginning to put the pieces together, you realized that saying the word will keep you from being put back in the crib. Determined, your mind whirred as it looked to Tommy in curiosity. “Fwok…?”

“Almost there, you almost got it…” Tommy encouraged. “Say ‘fuck’.”

“Fffwok, Fuok… fuck!” You managed after a few tries, and Tommy’s eyes brightened with glee.

“Yes, Dirt. Fuck.”

“Fuck!” You repeated, smiling as Tommy once again smiled, bringing you back to the floor. “Fuck.”

The excitement of the exchange slowly made you grow tired as Tommy shifted, leaning against the wall as you began to drift off against his chest, a tiny fistful of his shirt in your hand. Snow began to fall outside, quickly turning into a snowstorm. Feeling tired and not wanting to disturb the sleeping being on his stomach, Tommy slowly began to drift off, leaning against the wall. Only an hour later Wilbur burst into the scene, firmly closing the door behind himself and carrying three large bundles of wood. He looked around, pulling off the scarf around his face and internally awwing at the sight - Big Brother Tommy, who would have thought? Tommy’s hands never moved from supporting you against his chest, worried about you falling over. Not wanting to disturb the siblings, he quietly shed his snow-covered gear, grabbing a blanket and pulling it up around Tommy’s sleeping form, ruffling his hair slightly and carefully talking you from Tommy’s grasp. Your Dad quickly settled you back in your crib, giving your forehead a soft kiss.

“Goodnight, you two.”

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You slowly awoke in the warm arms of someone, outside in the snow, and your three-year-old body shivered. Where was Dad? Dad always was there, if not Tommy, so where was he? You looked up to see a hooded figure with jet black hair and blue eyes. Whoever it was, that was not Dad or Tom-Tom, and you began to cry, getting scared and wanting to see them again. Tears ran down your cheeks as the hooded teenager looked panicked. “Shh, shh… please, you’ve gotta be quiet-”

“WA-BA!” You cried, failing your body as you wailed, crying more.

“Uh, I…” He said, not exactly knowing how to handle the situation. “It’s okay, it’s okay! I know Wilbur, I know your Dad, okay? I’m… I’m taking you right to him, just please stop crying…” He begged. Your body shivered as you sniffled, and let out a sneeze. “Dammit, I told you to stop crying…” He cursed, pulling you closer to his cloak to keep you warm. “Just hold tight, we’re almost there.”

“Wa-ba... “ You sniffed, and the teen’s face shifted into one of… guilt?

“Fucking christ Wilbur what are you doing with a kid-?!” He mumbled to himself, frustrated. “All I wanted to do was check inside and leave, but no.. of fucking course you have a kid-!” You quickly approached a large house of sorts as your captor took a deep breath in front of the door, looking down at you. “Hey, it’s okay. If it goes well, you won’t feel any pain.” He nervously smiled, before looking into your eyes as the smile quickly fell. “Don’t look at me like that, okay? It’s not exactly like I have much of a choice here. If I didn’t return with you, they’d…” He trailed off, before slightly shaking his head of thoughts, pushing the door open and stepping inside. After a few tries, he firmly pulled the door shut, carrying you closer inside and next to a small fireplace that dimly lit the room. “Guys, I’m back. I got the kid.”

Your eyes filled with fear as two figures seemingly appeared from the shadows, smiling and wide-eyed. You quickly drove your face to hide in your captor’s cloak. One with blonde hair and brown eyes reached out toward you slowly, making you retreat further into your captor’s cloaked embrace. “I can’t believe the rumors are true.” The other spoke - much shorter than the other two members, with brown hair and chocolate brown eyes, sporting a green poncho. “The famous ‘Child of the Dome’.” He turned to your cloaked captor. “Much trouble with the wall, Krinios?”

“No, that special ax you gave me worked like a charm,” Krinios replied. Your eyes were fixated on the shorter man’s, noticing how similar to Tommy he looked - they were probably the same age - but something wasn’t right with his eyes. They looked cold and inviting, the light went from where it once had brought warmth and life to the teen - different from the curious scheming brightness of Tommy’s, or how your Dad’s eyes seemed to fill with laughter and love all the time. You didn’t like any of this one bit, you wanted to be back home in Wilbur’s embrace as he’d hum a lullaby, rocking you back and forth to get you to sleep. Not in this room filled with hungry stares and eyes locked onto your body like a wolf’s.

“Come on, little one… I just want to play a game.” The blond one ushered, and you shook your head ‘no’ violently, clinging onto Krinios’s arm tightly, not daring to let go.

“What’s… what’s going on here?” The shorter one asked, gesturing to the scene. “Did they imprint on you or something?”

“Look - I dunno Tubbo,” Krinios admitted, holding up his hands in a sort of surrender. “Maybe they got sick in the cold, they were crying a lot.”

“And you didn’t stuff a sock in their mouth?” The blonde one’s eyes stared down at Krinios’s intently. “I told you we needed the little shit quiet, what if someone heard you?!”

“It’s a baby, Hycei!” Krinios snapped, and Hycei’s mouth turned into a thin line.

“Good god, you feel sympathetic for it…” The blonde groaned before snatching you up forcefully as you let out a wail, grabbing for Krinios desperately. “This is the only way to send a clear message to that freak of a cult that calls itself a church, not to mention Wilbur. We show them what happens when they decide to fuck with us. If we don’t get even now they’ll just keep thinking they can get away with doing whatever they want to us because we won’t fight back.”

“It’s an eye for an eye, Krinios - for all the times they’ve killed us, taken our stuff… they’re bullies, Krinios. Bullies that won’t stop unless we fight back, and Fort Kickass isn’t cowards. Sometimes when you’re the bad guy, Krinios, the only way to fight fire is with fire. Besides,” Tubbo asked, his lips curling in a smile as he unsheathed his knife. “You wanted to try flesh right off the bone, right?” As Tubbo came toward you, you squirmed and tried to wail before Hycei clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your sound.

“Wait… wait wait wait!” Krinios snapped to action as he thickly swallowed, getting between you and the knife. “What if the kid’s so sick, it affects the flesh? What if we get sick from it?” Tubbo’s cold eyes shifted from his friend’s to the knife in his hand. “I think we should just give it a day or two, you know… maybe this one isn’t the one to try out the new style of flesh thing. Maybe we shouldn’t change perfection, you know what I’m saying?”

“We’ve eaten rotten flesh, I think we’ll be immune to whatever they might have.” Tubbo responded, rolling his eyes. “Don’t forget that those Dome People killed you in cold blood.”

“Aren’t we doing the same thing?” He asked, as the other two’s faces filled with irritation, getting annoyed.

“We’re surviving, Krinios. If you haven’t noticed because of our ‘reputation’ on this server I haven’t eaten in days. I’m hungry.” Hycei said coldly. “Now isn’t the time to be taking the moral high road - do you want to not starve to death?!”

As Krinios hesitated, Tubbo shoved him aside as he approached. “We don’t have time for this.” He huffed, pulling your arm roughly and looking to Hycei. “Hold ‘em still.” You became hysterical, tears flowing freely down your face in panic and wanting to be as far away from that sharp object as possible. As it pressed down and began to cut you let out a shriek in agony as blood and pain overwhelmed your senses, and you bit down on Hycei’s hand, making them retract it and nearly drop you in the process.

He looked pissed. “Why you little-!” Within seconds, pain once again blossomed in your head, your vision swimming with tears. You wanted Dad, you wanted Tom-Tom, you wanted the pain to go away… Whimpering in pain, you curled in on yourself. Your prayers seemed to be quickly answered as the door burst open with two very ticked-off family members you recognized instantly. Wilbur pointed his gun directly at Tubbo’s head as the room began to build with tension, the two leaders just staring at each other.

“Wilbur.” Tubbo said cooly, putting his bloodied knife back in its sheath.

“Tubbo.” Wilbur growled through his teeth. “Where are they? Where’s Dirt?!”

“Oh, is that what you decided to call them?” Tubbo asked, crossing his arms. “Or did your Dome God decide on it?”

“You’ve crossed the fucking line, Tubbo.” Tommy growled, his ax at the ready. “Dirt didn’t do jack shit to you.”

“Oh, I disagree.” Tubbo spat. “Being a part of your sick cult is enough for me. Even so, you can’t blame a leader trying to feed his people, can you? That’s all this is - survival of the fittest. Getting revenge on both of you, well… that’s just a bonus.”

“You’re a sick freak.”

“You’re a scamming cultist.” Tubbo retorted, moving to take you from Hycei’s arms. “Question is, who’s worse?”

“Wa-Ba…” You sniffled as Wilbur moved closer, before Tubbo quickly pressed his knife up against your throat.

“Not another step.” Seeing this, Tubbo pointed his gun at Tubbo’s head, though the cannibal leader seemed unphased. “Kill me and I’ll kill them as soon as the bullet leaves the muzzle.”

“Bulllshit.” Tommy angrily shouted, moving forward next to Wil.

“Do you really want to take that risk?”

Wilbur breathed as his mind whirred to try to think of some kind of solution, his gun trained on Tubbo. “Tommy, get ready.”

“What’s it gonna be, Wilbur Soot?”

Quickly, he shot Tubbo in the leg, making him fall and lose his grip on you as Tommy rushed forward, snatching you up and kicking Tubbo in the face as he tried to grab you back. Hycei, on the other hand, rushed toward Wilbur, as the two fought and eventually Wilbur shot him in the arm, then quickly turned to train his gun at Krinios who held up his hands in surrender. When Tommy saw your injuries it broke his heart as he ripped off a bit of cloth and wrapped it around your arm wound temporarily, wrapping your body in warm blankets. He dried your tears as he rushed back towards Wilbur. “It’s okay, it’s okay…”

“You got what you wanted, just leave.” Krinios begged as Wilbur’s gun stayed trained on him. Wilbur, keeping his eyes on the man in front of him, handed the gun to Tommy as Tommy handed you off to your Dad, who carefully ran his hand through your hair, bringing you close and not planning on letting you out of his arms any time soon.

“You scared me, oh god I thought I lost you…” Wilbur whispered. “It’s okay, it’s all okay now, I’m right here, I’m right here. Shh…” Your hands gripped his shirt and you buried your face in it, feeling comforted by his familiar scent of pine and burnt oak. Your body shook with fear as Wilbur ran his hand along your back in comfort as he turned toward the door. His gentle voice turned cold as he looked toward Tommy, his gun still trained on Krinios. Anger and sadness overwhelmed his heart as he looked upon the one who took you away from him, who tried to take you to your death. Vengeance never tasted so sweet. “Kill him.”

Krinios’s eyes widened. “Wait, wait wait let’s talk about this-!”

Tommy didn’t hesitate as Krinios’s body slumped to the floor as the two made their way back toward the entrance of Fort Kickass. Tubbo sat against the wall, breathing heavily from the pain, glaring at both of them. “This isn’t over.”

“You said you wanted to feed your people, I believe I just provided you with food.” Wilbur shot behind him as he walked toward the entrance. “As for Dirt, if you so much as lay a finger on them I won’t hesitate to take all of you out for good. I wonder who will revive you then.” His eyes glanced over the cannibal leader, making sure Tubbo knew he wasn’t bluffing. “Goodbye, Tubbo.”

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Could you maybe write a “73 questions with Sirius Black” Vogue one? Or something like that.

Yes! I had never seen these videos before and it was a fun challenge to write. Hope you enjoy! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

The house is large, two stories tall and painted a soft gray with white trim around the windows. Holiday lights have yet to be taken down and shine in all colors of the rainbow from the eaves as the camera crew walks up the front steps. The curtains in the window tremble for a moment, then a dog pokes her head through—she is all-black and curious, and looks quite large.

Dorcas Meadowes knocks on the front door; a moment later, it swings open and reveals Sirius Black. “Hey, guys, come on in! You can leave your shoes by the door inside.”

“Thanks, Sirius.” Dorcas kicks off her flats and follows him inside as he sets a dish towel on the end table and leans against it. “How are you today?”

“I’m doing pretty well. Morning practice was productive and I’m feeling good about our upcoming game.”

“We’re here today to ask you 73 rapid-fire questions while you lead us around. Sound good?”

“Sounds good. You can all come inside instead of freezing on the porch,” he laughs, waving them closer. The door shuts with a gentle click.

“First question: on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?”

“Hmmm. A solid seven.”

“Do you have any pets?”

“I do!” Sirius leads them into the other room, where the dog is curled up on the couch below the window; he picks her up and gives her a kiss on the head. “This is Hattie and I love her very much.”

“Cute! If you could do a dramatic love scene in a movie with anyone, who would it be?”

Sirius sets the dog down and thinks for a second. “Aside from my fiancé, I’m going to say James Potter. We would kill it and I don’t think it would be that awkward.”

“What’s the origin of your name?”

“Pretty much my whole family has star-themed names. Sirius is the dog star from Canis Major.”

“Brightest star in the sky, too. What’s one thing people don’t know about you?”

“I’m an introvert. Lots of people assume that I’m super social because of my job, but I’m very quiet in real life.” He walks back out to the entrance and takes the towel off the table, then moves into the kitchen. It’s well-lit and painted a deep, warm red. The countertop is scattered with knickknacks and picture frames—clearly, this is a place people spend a lot of time. Hattie, who followed them in, lays down by the oven with a heavy sigh.

“What’s your wakeup ritual?”

Sirius reaches up and pulls two mugs out of the cupboard. “I wake up around seven am and make coffee while Re is in the shower, then rinse off and get dressed while he makes breakfast. It’s a good system. Want some tea?”

“Sure. What’s your bedtime ritual?”

“I don’t think I have one,” he says as he puts the kettle on and ignites a burner on the stove. “Usually we read or watch a movie, then go up to bed and talk for a while. There’s not a big routine or anything.”

“Sounds nice. What’s your favorite time of day?” Dorcas sits on the other side of the kitchen island while he takes a box of peppermint tea down.

“That’s a tough one. I like the in-between spots, like just after sunrise or dusk. Three in the afternoon is usually pretty chill as well. Does anyone else want a cup?”

There are a few murmurs behind the camera and he takes two more down. “What is one thing no one knows about you?” Dorcas asks.

He raises an eyebrow. “If I told you, everyone would know, and it wouldn’t count.”

“Fair enough. Dream country to visit?”

“Anywhere. I think I want to go to Ireland first, though.” Small wisps of steam begin curling out of the kettle, but it doesn’t whistle.

“Do you ever feel pressure to post things on social media?”

Sirius makes a face. “I used to. Eventually I just got tired of it, you know? The whole point of social media is sharing bits of your life with people and it makes me happy to show off my dog, or Re, or my friends. I post things just for fun now.”

The kettle begins to hiss and he reaches back to turn it off. “Sneakers or skates?”

“Skates.”

“Vintage or new?

“Vintage, especially for t-shirts and sweaters.”

“Who is your biggest role model?”

“Pascal Dumais.” Sirius stops pouring for a moment to look up at the camera. “If you ever get a chance to meet him, listen to what he has to say. You’ll be better for it.”

“Wise words. How do you deal with negativity? Oh, thank you.” Dorcas wraps her hands around the mug and takes a small sip while Sirius passes the other ones to the crew.

“Honestly? I don’t give a shit. It used to really bother me, but I’m happy, I have a job I love, and my family cares about me. Why should I care what people I’ve never met think of me?” He sits on the counter and rests his elbows on his knees, blowing on the hot water.

“What are three things you can’t live without?”

“My dog, Remus, and my family.” There is no hesitation in his voice.

“Not hockey?”

“I’d be devastated if I couldn’t play, sure, but it’s not the central focus of my life anymore.”

“What’s one ingredient you put in everything?”

“Does salt count?” He winces as he takes a drink. “Ugh, burned my tongue. I put salt on a lot of things because I drink so much water that it throws my balance off.”

“What is something you’re completely bored of right now?”

Sirius rolls his eyes. “Gossip columns and tabloids in general.”

Dorcas hums in agreement. “What’s your biggest fear in life?”

“Losing my loved ones.”

“Window or aisle seat?”

“Window. Anyone walking by always steps on my foot or hits my elbow if I’m in the aisle. Plus, I get a good view and an easy nap spot.”

“What’s your current TV obsession?”

“Avatar: The Last Airbender, which I’m watching for the third time already.” He shakes his head. “It’s just so good.”

“Favorite app?”

He takes a second to think. “Spotify.”

“Secret talent?”

Sirius looks at her over the rim over his cup. “This is going to shock you. Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Hockey.”

“You’re the worst.” Despite her words, Dorcas smiles. “What the most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?”

“Uh, probably going to Europe with some of the guys last year. We had a lot of fun, but it was crazy.”

“I can imagine it was. How would you define yourself in three words?”

“Tall, dark, and handsome.”

“And apparently not humble,” Dorcas teases. “Favorite piece of clothing?”

“Hoodies.”

“Clothing item everyone should have?”

“Hoodies.”

A door opens behind them and the camera turns; Remus walks out of the basement, covered in sweat as he wipes his forehead with the hem of his shirt and holds his skates in his other hand. “Baby, have you seen…” he trails off when he sees the group of people in the kitchen. Hattie’s tail thumps on the floor. “Um. Hello.”

“Hey, Remus, how are you doing?” Dorcas asks mildly.

The camera pans out to catch both Sirius, who is laughing quietly, and Remus, who flushes pink. “I’m good. I thought you were coming at ten?”

“It’s ten-thirty, sweetheart,” Sirius says, hiding his smile in his tea.

Remus glances at the clock before giving an awkward nod and walking toward the stairs. “I guess I’ll take a shower, then. Sorry about that. Uh, carry on.”

“What’s a superpower you would want?” Dorcas asks as soon as he disappears.

Sirius shakes his head with a grin. “Uh, teleportation. That would be really cool.”

“What’s inspiring you in life right now?”

“Ah, une grande question.” He thinks, then tilts his head toward the staircase. “Moments like that. And the Stanley Cup, of course.” He reaches back and knocks on the wooden cupboard.

“What cause is closest to your heart?”

“LGBT+ rights, especially trans rights. I’m privileged enough to have a platform and I intend to be loud as hell about that.”

“Good.” Dorcas sets her almost-empty mug on the table. “What’s one thing you’d say to your teenage self?”

Sirius lets out a long breath and drums his hands on the light blue ceramic of his cup. “I would say…it gets better. It really, really does. You’re going to feel super shitty for just a little bit longer, but then I promise you will be so incredibly happy that you wake up every morning and it hits you all over again.”

Dorcas nods, and the kitchen is quiet for a moment. “What’s a book that everyone should read?”

“The Hobbit, by J.R.R Tolkien.”

“What would you like to be remembered for?”

“This is going to sound so corny, but I want to be remembered for just being a good person.”

“That’s not corny. How do you define beauty?”

“Remus Lupin.”

“That’s corny,” she laughs, making him smile. “What do you love most about your body?”

“I’m a big guy, which can be a little bit intimidating, but it means I give really great hugs. I’m sure everyone saw the video that went around a while ago.”

“Cap Cuddles?”

He snorts. “Right. You’ve got Finn O’Hara to thank for that.”

“In your opinion, what’s the best way to take a rest or decompress?”

“Being alone,” Sirius says. “There is literally nothing better than getting home and sitting down with a book or something while I can hear Re doing his own thing and Hattie’s napping. It’s one of my favorite parts of the afternoon.”

“That’s the most introverted thing you’ve ever said.” Dorcas grins and finishes her tea just as a faint beeping noise begins in another room. “What’s your favorite way to experience art?”

“Through music, for sure.” He slides off the counter and walks down the hall, leading them toward the laundry room. He gives the camera crew a look as he pulls dry clothes out of the machine and heads back to the living room. “What? Did you think I didn’t do my own laundry?”

“You lost a sock,” Dorcas informs him, picking it off the ground and laying it on top of his head.

“Thanks, D.”

“What question do people ask that you wish they wouldn’t?”

“Lots of people have asked me when I decided to be gay, which is wrong on so many levels.”

“If you could master one instrument, what would it be?”

“Guitar or piano.” He dumps the load of laundry on the couch and opens the back door, holding it for the crew as they walk out into the sunshine. Hattie weaves through their legs and disappears into the bushes along the back.

“I might have to take your dog home with me. If you had a tattoo, where would it be?”

Sirius mock-glares at her. “Let me have my girl! Um, I would love to have a tattoo somewhere on my arm.”

“This might be a hard one. Dolphins or koalas?”

“Oh, that is hard. Probably dolphins. The ocean is terrifying but those little guys are just having a blast.”

“What’s the best gift you’ve ever received?” Dorcas asks as he picks up a tennis ball and throws it across the yard. Hattie emerges from the bushes and races after it in a blur of black fur.

“An engagement ring.”

“Yeah, it was.” Remus walks into the backyard and kisses Sirius’ cheek before bending down to catch Hattie in his arms. His hair is still damp from the shower. “Hello, sweet girl!”

“Who’s your favorite musician?”

“Queen.” Sirius laughs at her surprised look. “I’m gay, what did you expect?”

“True. What’s your favorite board game?”

“Monopoly.” Remus and Hattie disappear from the frame, but the bouncing sound of the tennis ball creates some background noise and Sirius watches them for a moment with pure affection.

“Favorite color?”

“Blue.”

“Least favorite color?”

“Orange.”

“Bowties or knot ties?”

He frowns. “Don’t they all have knots?”

“Smartass.”

“Yep! Uh, regular ties.”

“Bowties are superior!” Remus calls.

“Get your own questions!” Sirius laughs.

“Going off your music answers: records or CDs?”

“I don’t own a lot of records, so I’m going to have to go with CDs. I love the way vinyl sounds, though.” His eyes widen as he looks to the side. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Remus wheezes. “I didn’t need those ribs anyway.”

“For the viewers, the dog just football-tackled him into the grass,” Sirius says, and Dorcas snorts.

“Your hair is famously luscious. Blow-dry or air-dry?”

“Air dry.”

“Coffee or tea?”

“Coffee, but tea is nice in the evenings.”

“What’s the weirdest word in the English language?”

Sirius laughs. “There are so many. Uh, ‘jeez’ is the one that comes to mind first.”

“What about the French language?”

“Oiseaux,” he says in a crisp accent. “It means ‘birds’, and you pronounce about three of the actual letters.”

“Good to know. Do you prefer dark chocolate or milk chocolate?”

“Dark chocolate.”

“Stairs or elevators?”

“Elevators. I don’t want to walk up three floors after playing hockey for two and a half hours.”

“Summer or winter?”

Sirius bites his lip in thought as they walk around the yard, where small flowers line the fence in beds and colorful pots. “I love summer because I have actual free time to be with my friends, but winter is hockey season. I don’t know, next question.”

“What’s a dessert you don’t like?”

“I’m not a huge fan of caramel. It’s too sticky.”

“A skill you’re working on mastering?”

“Will you ban me from more interviews if I say hockey?”

“Yes.”

“In that case, I’m working on keeping plants alive, as you can probably see.” He taps the nearest flowerpot gently with his foot; it has ‘Harry’ painted across it in sloppy blue letters. “My godson made that for my birthday.”

“What’s the best thing to happen to you today?”

“This, for sure,” he says with a smile. “I haven’t seen you and Marley in ages.”

“We missed you, too. What’s the worst thing that happened to you today?”

He pouts slightly. “Burning my tongue on tea.”

“Hugs or kisses?”

“Hugs! Though I’ll accept kisses from a few very specific people.”

“Do you have a favorite smell?”

He pauses and cranes his neck to look behind the cameras. “Re?”

“Yeah?”

“What shampoo do you use?”

“Uhhh…” There’s a moment of quiet. “It’s something with lavender, I think.”

Sirius turns back to Dorcas. “Something with lavender.”

“How specific,” she laughs. “What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?”

He smiles to himself. “There was a young woman, maybe sixteen or seventeen, that came to one of the games earlier this season. I saw her standing with a puck and went over, and while I was signing it she looks at me and says, ‘you are exactly what I wish my older brother was like’. Turns out, she was bisexual and her brother wasn’t super accepting of her. That was…” He shakes his head. “That meant the world to me. I’ll never forget it.”

“You’ve definitely made a big impact on the community,” Dorcas agrees. “What’s the last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?”

“I watched ‘Soul’ the other night and almost had to pause it at one point to pull myself together.”

“Do you prefer animated movies or live-action?”

“Animated, mostly because I wasn’t allowed to watch Disney movies as a kid, so I’ve been catching up as an adult and they rock.”

“What’s your nerdiest quality?

“I love watching documentaries.”

“Sweet or savory?” The back door creaks a bit as they walk back inside and the camera catches a few frames of Hattie and Remus running around the yard together.

“Sweet.”

“In ten years, you have a daughter. What age do you let her date?”

Sirius gives Dorcas a look. “Whenever she wants to. I’m going to impose curfews and stuff, but I’m the last person on the planet to police her love life.”

“Good answer. What’s a song you can listen to on repeat?”

“Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen. Absolute banger.”

“If you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be?”

“Arthur Weasley,” he says after a moment. “I would love to know what it feels like to get up in the morning and know you’re about to spend another day wrangling our team. It’s a miracle he hasn’t killed us all with his clipboard.”

“How do you know you’re in love?”

“Oh.” Sirius blinks at her in surprise at the sudden topic change. “Well, for me, I think it’s just…being comfortable around someone. Being able to spend time with them without saying anything and knowing you’re safe, no matter what. It’s the best feeling in the world.”

“What are you most excited about at this time in your life?”

A slight smile crinkles his eyes. “Getting married. That’s going to be awesome.”

“Who is your go-to for having a good laugh?”

“James Potter. He’s the best, and I love him.”

“Last question,” Dorcas says, sliding her list into her pocket. “Many LGBT+ people, especially teenagers, have spoken about how you’re an inspiration. Any words for them?”

Sirius hums in thought. “First of all, thank you for being so open and welcoming. I would never have expected the sheer force of people’s love to come through like that when so many people were saying horrible things. Second, to any kids out there who need to hear it: I’m proud of you. It takes a lot to be true to yourself and even if you’re still in the closet, you’re just as valid as the rest of us. Stay proud.”

“That’s a wrap.” Dorcas gives him a quick hug that he happily returns. “Thanks for letting us crash your morning, Cap.”

“Any time. Thanks for tuning in to Lion Pride, everyone!”

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Strike! (Jaehyun x reader)

a/n : okaay soo this was almost from a real story :)) i twisted and improvised something that happened to me :p not important though, but please enjoy this scenario!

warning : none, i think this is save for everyone.. except if you have bad memories with bowling...

characters : you, Jae, and his friends (Yu,Tae,Johnny)

tagging @yutahoes (since she knew what happened) and @neopalette anyone else wants to be tagged in my works tell me :)

enjoy!!

Spring is happening, the flowers are blooming, and the sun has been staying up longer! Everyone’s toasting under the heat and hoping that summer can just come now. You personally enjoy the heat rather than shivering in the cold winter wind. It’s just that you don’t really have anyone to enjoy this beautiful weather with. Just like any other day, you got down from your room to look for dinner. The sun is still up and you choose to just use one of your jacket and plop into your shoes before locking the door and walking nicely to look for food.

You turn on your earphone, playing on some light music so you feel less lonely. It’s just that you have friends but today you don’t feel like eating with them. You’ve been to two classes today and worked on some homework, you noticed it’s time for a “me time”. So, with the sun shining warmly and you enjoying your afternoon walk you smile when you notice how many couples are walking around the campus.

You’re jealous, you wont lie. Come on, who’s not jealous to see cute happy couples walking under the sun and with the blooming flowers things just look like a scene from a movie. You personally slow down to think of which dining hall to visit today. You choose to go to the west side and see what menu they offer.

You don’t see much student there which make you settle quickly on pasta and have them wrap it up to go. Now, with your boxed food, you walk happily to go back to your room only to pause when there’s a sport car filled with hot guys zooming through you.

You notice a lot of people have their eyes glued on the car, or maybe the guys in it. You don’t know them, but one of them seriously looks cute. You locked eyes for a second and you swore you love him at first sight.

“Woah, last time there were girls zooming around in their opened-cabriole cars and now guys too. Guess summer is really near.” You shrug your shoulder and continue to walk.

You pass by the car again but this time it is parked and the four guys are just chilling around their cars. Sipping on some cold energy drinks while giggling and tossing light smiles to the people passing by.

“Who are you looking at young boy?” The man behind the wheels earlier nudges the boy who has his eyes glued on you.

“Um no one-“ he stammers before turning away to look at his feet and feeling his ears burn.

“Oh I see, some freshman I guess-“ the guy with a Japanese accent teases the younger boy.

“Where? I wanna see too!” the smallest one between the three extends his neck to look around.

Their actions bring the crowd’s attention, and you realize you should keep walking. Why were you stopping in first place?

So, without much thought you continue to walk down your road while humming to your music.

“Stop staring,” the guy who’s looking at his feet finally speaks up.

“Why Jaehyun? You’re shy?” The tallest, Johnny aka guy behind wheel, pokes his cheek.

Jaehyun turns red “Nah, I don’t know her. She just passed by and I locked eyes with her.”

“Don’t worry, if Yuta saw her he will know her name.” Taeyong puts a hand over Yuta’s shoulder “Right Yuta?” he asks to clarify his statement.

Yuta nods “If only you justified if that was the girl you’re staring, I may have her name tomorrow.” Yuta plays with his phone.

Jaehyun sighs “Come on, this school is big… there’s no way you’ll get her name.” he hugs his three friends’ shoulders and sighs “Guess that will be the first and last time I see her.”

Johnny clicks his tongue “So dramatic. Duhh, I know how to see her.”

Jaehyun’s eyes widen “How?”

Taeyong giggles “She went that way, there’s only three houses there. We can just hang around there and see her if she goes out of her building. It’s that simple Jae, don’t be so sad.” Taeyong pats his shoulder and jumps into the car.

“Come on, we have a bowling match tomorrow might want to practice a little bit before the game.” Taeyong calls his other friends into the car and once they’re all in, Johnny hits the road again with high speed to show off his car and the guys inside.

You finish your dinner and clean up your room already. In an hour or two, you’ll wrap up your task and readings then maybe take a rest because tomorrow is a big day. You got more classes to suffer and some dance class to attend.

Your mind flashes back the image of the cute guy seating in the back seat of the sports car earlier. His dimple, his carefree smile and his fluffy wind-blown hair looks perfect. Oh you really wish you can see him one more time.

He doesn’t look like he belongs in your major, man like him probably is an athlete or studies something related to business or sports.

“Come on come to your senses (y/n)! What are the odds he meet you again? Even if he sees you, he won’t notice or realize you’re there.” You try to burry your hope by reminding yourself boys like him belong to the pretty girls with long legs. Unlike you, totally you’re way out of his league.

That night you dream of a fortunate encounter with the mysterious guy and he gives you his name. Weird how you cannot remember his name at all when you wake up, but the day is running and you need to wake up and face reality. He is a prince charming and you’re no Cinderella.

“I told you, I can get her name by today.” Yuta proudly shows Jaehyun and the guys an Instagram profile.

“Wait whoah you really did.” Taeyong says after examining the profile picture because of the private account.

“How did you?” Jaehyun stops asking when his eyes accidentally spot you coming into the room.

“Am I seeing things or is she really here?” Jaehyun whispers to his friends and Johnny gives him a smack “Hurts? It’s real. I see her too.”

Yuta chuckles “Come on, I see her walking to this place and thought maybe she’s here this afternoon. So, I made a quick run through the participant list and look up one by one.”

“Thank you- but oh I am so fortunate to see her again.” Jaehyun is literally having his moment. If this is a drama he’d have romantic bgm and flower petals falling out of nowhere. But this is the bowling room in the campus and it’s far from romantic. Especially when the judge calls for the competitor to get ready.

“Good luck there bro, focus on the game not on the girl.” His friends tease him before leaving to sit in the spectator seat.

You tie your bowling shoes and pick out your own ball. Polishing it and feeling it with your hand before bumping into someone’s sturdy chest.

“Oh- sorry.” You mutter an apology before looking up and freezing in place when you lock eyes with the same man you’ve been dying to see again.

“You-“ he turns pink.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to bump you. Please don’t kill me.” You beg for him

He chuckles “I will not kill you, but if you want my apology…” he trails off and bends a little bit to see your face closer “Give me your name.”

You turn red now and you feel your face heat up “It’s (y/n)”

He smiles and reaches out his hand “Jaehyun, nice to meet you (y/n)” he shakes your hand and you grin. This is awkward…

“I saw you yesterday on the car. Nice car.” You whisper after both of you sit down to wait for your turns.

Jaehyun nods “Wasn’t my car sadly, but it’s my friend’s.” he points to the three guys enjoying pizza on the spectator bench. You only nod, his friends all look hot.

“So, bowling eh? Good at it?” you ask him when it’s almost his turn. Jaehyun stands up and wears his bowling glove “Good? I just pick this up as a new hobby and I join this to look for new friends.” He gets up to his lane and picks his ball before posing nicely and hits a strike.

You smirk, not bad. He has some talent.

Jaehyun returns after his turn is over and it’s yours now.

“What about you?” he asks

You sweetly smile “Watch and see,”

Jaehyhun notices how you change. Your posture is different, and your gaze definitely burns hole to the wall. He secretly has to control his heartbeat from going up when he sees you hit a strike.

You’re not a newbie, he notices that

“Great posture, accurate and precise.” Jaehyun offers a high-five and you take it.

“Well, thank you that came from years of practice. Pleasure to be your competitor tonight, I am (y/n) the school’s official bowling team leader.” You wink and Jaehyun feels his heart burst into million pieces.

How can you be so cute and so attractive at the same time? Plus what, you’re the bowling athlete team? Hot.

He sure is going to brag on you to his friends, but most importantly he’ll win your number first after the hot tight match. He’s glad Johnny forced him to sign up for this competition, and he’s glad he has the courage to talk with you.

“So, nice game and you’re really good.” Jaehyun nudges your shoulder when the game ends with you winning.

You grin “Oh yeah? Well, what do I get for winning?” you playfully tease him.

He knits his eyebrow for a while before grinning “Do you want my number? We can have lunch together or dinner someday.” He offers you his suggestion and you feel your cheek burns.

“Sure, yes I’d love that.” You gulp and type in your number to his phone.

“Okay, I’ll text you my number so you can save it.” He winks and turns his head around when his friends call him

“I got to go, do you want to go back to your dorm with us?” he offers you a ride but as much as you want to, you know not to accept rides from stranger easily.

You shake your head “I will go with them,” you point to a new group of friends living in the same building you just met earlier.

Jaehyun nods coolly “Okay, text me when you got home.” He points to your phone that lights up with a message from him.

You smile and wave your hand as you walk to the other friends “Bye Jaehyun! It was nice meeting you.”

Turns out yesterday was not the first and last time he sees you.

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beatles-slash-fiction · 3 years

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The letter comes through the door in a completely ordinary looking envelope, and it’s addressed to Richard Starkey.

There’s nothing out of the ordinary about it at all as Ringo gathers it up with the rest of the post and takes it to the kitchen, except that there is no address on the envelope. Whoever wrote this letter delivered it by hand.

Ringo doesn’t really think much of it at first; sometimes fans do come to the house and will post fan mail themselves. It doesn’t happen often but it does happen.

Things only start to get odd though when Ringo opens the envelope. Inside is a folded piece of paper, which has a drawing on it.

It takes Ringo a few seconds to work out what it is.

It’s a plan of the house. A very detailed plan. Each room has been drawn very accurately and carefully, and although the scale is a little bit off, every room is in its correct place and is roughly the right size.

The most chilling thing though, is that Ringo and George’s bedroom has a big red ‘X’ on it, with an arrow to a sentence that has been scrawled next to the drawing.

You sleep here.

Ringo feels a bit sick. The room marked on the plan is the exact location of the master bedroom.

It’s been a while since he’s received something like this in the post. Brian normally sifts through their fan mail and filters it so that they never have to read the death threats or any of the other nasty stuff they often get sent. Brian deals with all of that.

So this is quite a shock.

Ringo’s stomach sinks even more when he sees that one other room has been marked with a red ‘X’, and it’s the nursery.

Baby sleeps here.

Ringo has only felt this scared one other time. Someone broke into the flat they used to live in back in London a couple of years ago, and as well as stealing a load of their stuff, they left a rather horrifying letter behind that Ringo never let George see. Instead he suggested they move to Surrey to get away from all the fans and start a family, and George had agreed.

This is something else though.

Whoever drew this has a very good knowledge of the layout of the house, which has dozens of rooms. Whoever drew this has been here before.

Ringo doesn’t want to worry George, so he discreetly questions their cleaner and their gardener and their nanny. He knows none of them would do something like this, but he just wants to be sure.

He also phones John. John likes to play practical jokes sometimes, but he doesn’t have the kind of fucked-up sense of humour that this would require.

John sounds slightly insulted that Ringo would even suggest he’d do something like this, but him and Paul have been through stuff like this before and he actually gives very good advice.

Ringo follows all of John’s suggestions in fact- he immediately reports the incident to Brian, and that night he casually suggests to George that they sleep in one of the spare bedrooms instead.

“All I can hear is the bloody foxes having a shag outside our window every night,” Ringo says, pretending to be exasperated. “I just want one night of peace. I think sleeping on the other side of the house will help.”

“Well you sleep in another room if you want to,” George yawns. “But I’m sleeping in my bed.”

“I need you with me though,” Ringo says, trying not to sound too desperate. “Please, Georgie. I can’t sleep without you. It just doesn’t feel right.”

He manages to convince George without arousing too much suspicion. However, George starts to suspect something isn’t right when Ringo suggests that Dhani sleeps in the same room as them tonight.

“I just think it will be good for him,” Ringo says quickly. “He’s only been sleeping in his own room for a few weeks, and it might be nice for us all to be together again. Just to remind him we’re still here for him at night.”

George frowns. “What’s up with you tonight? You’re acting weird.”

“I’m just sleep deprived,” Ringo replies softly. “I just want one good night of sleep. And I think being away from those bloody foxes and having my family around me will really help.”

Thankfully George doesn’t ask any more questions.

Ringo makes sure that George isn’t looking when he hides a cricket bat under the bed they’ll be sleeping in tonight. He pulls Dhani’s cot right up to the side of the bed, and he wraps his body protectively around George.

“You’re gonna suffocate me,” George chuckles.

“You love it,” Ringo says.

He drifts off to sleep probably around 4 AM, squeezing his husband tightly and praying they’ll all wake up safe the next morning.

*****

Ringo has never felt so relieved to open his eyes at six in the morning.

George is still there. Dhani is still there. The cricket bat wasn’t needed. Everything is fine.

Even though Ringo had barely any sleep, he’s in a pretty good mood, and he happily tells George he’ll go and make breakfast while George gives Dhani his morning bath.

So Ringo makes breakfast and puts the kettle on, before heading to the front door to check the post as he does every morning.

There’s only one letter today, and it’s in an envelope with no address. Only the words Richard Starkey are scrawled across the front.

It’s the same handwriting as yesterday, and Ringo’s fingers are trembling as he opens it.

This a bad dream. That’s all this is. A bad dream.

Inside the envelope is the same drawing from yesterday- an accurate plan depicting the exact layout of the house. It’s almost identical to the drawing from yesterday, but with one major difference that makes Ringo’s heart freeze.

There is only one red ‘X’, and it’s marked across the room that Ringo, George and Dhani slept in last night. There’s an arrow from the ‘X’ pointing to a sentence written in messy handwriting at the top of the page.

You sleep here and baby sleeps here.

#starrison

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galvanizedfriend · 3 years

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Summary: The Guerreras' threat still looms over the Mikaelson house as Caroline tries to adapt to life as a vampire, away from her daughter. But an unexpected family reunion makes everything worse, taking away the little peace Klaus, Caroline and Elijah managed to find after the war that nearly broke them. [It's The Originals Season 2, but Caroline was a witch, had Klaus' baby and now she's a vampire. Klaroline, obviously.]

S02E28 Because ✨

"I actually brought this with me from 1994 to give to Damon," she explains. "I found this map he made while he was still there on how to get to it. But... Now that I'm here, I think you deserve it more."

Bonnie pushes the box into Caroline's hands. She gets a strange chill as her fingers close around the cool metal. Something that Damon wanted from 1994? She looks up at her friend with a jittery question, but Bonnie remains tight-lipped, prodding her to open it.

Inside the box, a small, translucent, incredibly fragile-looking vial, with a crimson viscous liquid, rests on a bed of velvet. The fuzzy warmth inside of Caroline freezes to ice, her heart going into overdrive before tripping over a beat. She'd never really seen this with her own two eyes, not until now, but somehow she knows exactly what it is, can almost feel the powerful magic that emanates from it, calling out to her.

This little vial... It caused such destruction around Mystic Falls. It took over everyone's lives even before they knew it was real. Caroline was already settled in New Orleans, heavily pregnant, and they were still dealing with the aftermath of that whole messy affair. And in the end, it was all for nothing.

Such a tiny thing, with barely a dose inside, but holding so much power over so many people.

"You found the cure in 1994," she breathes out, not really as a question, fingers hovering over the vial, afraid of touching. "How do you even know it works?"

"The prison world is a cut of our world that got trapped in an eternal loop. Just like magic works, this will, too. It’s real."

Read the full chapter on AO3!

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For the first time in a long time, I have no major-angst and character death warnings to make! 🥳 This chapter is also 100% original. I hope I didn’t mess up! 😂 Your feedback and comments and messages are very welcome and mean the world to me! So please, drope me a note if you enjoy it. :)

Hope you guys enjoy it! 💖

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline fic #kc fanfiction #kc fic #kcfic #klarolinefic #klaus x caroline #yokan writes #kc fandom #i kinda liked this moodboard thing let's see if i can keep this going #narrator: she can't #the originals rewriting #also TVD s6 rewriting

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tomoonine · 4 years

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[scenario] college junior!jaehyun meeting freshman!reader at a frat party

Can I request uni freshman y/n meeting junior frat boy jaehyun at a party? With lots of fluff, and you can add angst if you want to, but with a cute and happy ending. Thank you!

☽. this was really interesting and fun to write, thank you so much for requesting!! i’m not sure if i was able to capture the essence of a frat party, so i hope it’s relatively accurate (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ if you enjoyed reading this, please check out more in my masterlist! requested: yes; @plump-peach word count: 2.1k words

⚠ content warning! mentions of alcohol. drink responsibly!

The red cup that you’re gently cradling seems heavier than it ought to be. It’s odd, you note. Not long ago, you had a partially-filled cup of cheap beer, courtesy of the friend who invited you here. Though after being promptly left to your own devices by said friend, and a tipsy stranger sauntering towards you and engaging in an awkward conversation, you realized that you’ve practically kept your lips perched onto the rim of your cup to avoid speaking to the stranger. In a way, it’s a blessing to have an empty cup like this. You were able to excuse yourself from the drunken fool, saying that you were going to get yourself a refill.

Except here you are, seated at the foot of Omicron’s patio. The fresh air that dances toward you gives you no sense of comfort, but it’s better than whatever’s going on inside the house itself. You’re thankful that not everyone in the room is pressing onto themselves lasciviously, but the blinding strobe lights and the bass line that reverberates even outside the house is starting to mess with you. Maybe it’s the cheap alcohol you downed earlier that’s messing you up, but you don’t mind. The possibility of getting tipsy over subpar beer, while the cold breeze messes with your hair and attempts to blow the red cup away from your grasp could be the escape you’ve been longing for since the start of the school year. To think that you're a newly admitted freshman, it’s odd, seeing how things have been going so far.

As you begin to recall everyone’s joyous acclaims of college being the best time of your life, all you can do is scoff and roll your eyes. You even let out a laugh when you instinctively bring the cup back to your lips, searching for liquefied escape. Everyone seemed to have glorified the college experience too much, or maybe it’s just you who’s suffering all this time. School work is one thing, one overwhelming thing. It’s puzzling how everyone else around you can keep up with the academic demands, all while joining these fraternities, sororities, and organizations and still looking as fresh as they started. For a freshman, you’re tired. Too tired. Everyone’s starting to worry about your well-being, especially the friend who was inclined to believe that making you feel better and less drained entailed bringing you to this frat party.

It’s not as if you hate parties, to be honest. On a regular day, you wouldn’t have minded going to one, but you haven’t had a regular day in months. And all you want to do is just go back to your bed, lie down, then attempt to get a grip of your life through continuous self-assessment with your sad playlist on loudspeaker. Anything would be better than feeling uncomfortable in a stranger’s house, though it’s not like you can just step out and go home. That friend was your ride here and back, after all. So finding solace here on the patio is the best thing you can do for now, and you can only hope that it can remain that way for the rest of the party.

That is, until you feel something gently sliding onto your shoulders and a presence making itself known beside you. Despite the darkness, your peripheral vision catches the familiar maroon color assigned to Omicron. However, the jacket doesn't help you identify your new companion right until he speaks up. All hopes for a night of peace shatters as soon as your name leaves his lips.

"What're you doing out here, (Y/N)?" Jaehyun softly whispers as he approaches you, dragging two stacked-up Monoblock chairs with him. "I can't guarantee that where you're sitting right now is clean, sit here." At his insistence, you reluctantly stand up from where you are, careful to grasp onto the jacket to prevent it from sliding off. "How do you know my name?"

Your question throws him off, you can tell that it did by the way he visibly freezes. Regardless, he offers a small smile. "College orientation.” Jaehyun laughs. “I was the tour guide for your block, remember? We're both students from Business Administration.”

Ah, right. Jung Jaehyun, 3rd year in BS Business Administration. It surprises you that he remembers your name and your face. He wasn’t wrong when he said that you met during your Freshman Orientation, because you can start to vividly recall him guiding you and your blockmates throughout the campus. He had a flag in one hand and a microphone on the other, animatedly showing everyone the facilities and answering queries from you and your group. Sometimes you wondered if you were being too fussy over college during those days, especially with how dismissive you’ve become these days. Though you’re thankful that Jaehyun was nice enough to be patient with everyone.

However, it puzzles you to see someone as chivalrous and nice as him at a place like this. More so when you’re certain that the jacket draped around you was his fraternity membership jacket. You don’t mean to judge him and his fraternity brothers, but you can’t help but feel odd. Especially when he’s dressed in tight jeans, a button-up shirt left open just below his collarbones, with his hair slicked backward.

“Sorry.” You apologize promptly, finally taking up his offer to sit down on a chair. “It’s been so long, it’s nice to see you again.”

“No need to feel sorry.” He smiles as he occupies the seat beside you. “It’s been a while, and I never really see you around at headquarters. Busy?”

At his remark, you freeze. You curse the fact that both of you share the same course, because that means you two are both part of the same home organization for Business Administration majors. Each organization is entitled to a room in the college where people can hang out and plan meetings. He must be staying there often, you think, especially if he was able to point out how rarely you visit. With more commonalities, the longer this conversation will be. It’s going to impede you from enjoying a quiet night, even if Jaehyun’s voice sounds pleasing hearing it so softly. You swirl your red cup around, as if there were anything left in it. “Yeah, I never really get time to pay everyone a visit. I’m too swamped with school work, so I’m at the library most of the time.”

Jaehyun hums, bringing his own red cup to his lips for a swig of beer. With the incoming silence, your eyes end up staying fixated over what’s going on inside the house. The lights seem brighter than earlier, and everyone has started to dance at the center. You can see your friend inside dancing the night away, and everyone is cheering them on. You smile to yourself, feeling a little happy seeing them enjoy their time.

“I guess it’s good that you’re taking a break now.” You can hear Jaehyun say, and when you turn to look at him, his eyes are also fixed on the dance floor. “Adjusting to university is hard, and our course is no joke.”

“I wish I was taking a break.” You scoff. “I was invited here by a friend, but I’m not really feeling it right now. That’s why I stepped out for a bit.”

“Well, you didn’t look like you were ready to talk to a tipsy Yonghwa.”

“Not sure if anyone who just arrived at the venue is ready to talk to any tipsy person.”

“Sorry.” Jaehyun chuckles at your remark. “I swear, Omicron’s parties aren’t like this. It’s usually more casual during these hours, I guess someone must have found the alcohol stash and went crazy. Except they took the nasty stash, our alcohol isn’t always this… bad.” You catch Jaehyun lifting up his cup and offering it a pained expression, and it’s enough to elicit a laugh from you.

“No, don’t be sorry.” You attempt to comfort him. “I’ve probably had worse drinks before.” This time you set the red cup on the ground, take the jacket around your shoulders to wrap across your body, then rest your back on the back of the chair. “Weirdly enough, I never would have expected to feel this chill. At a frat party, no less. I was expecting myself to get wasted and forget everything for a moment, but I feel better now. Just sitting here for some fresh air.”

“At least you feel better.” He beams. “I was a little worried honestly, you looked tired. Plus, you dragged yourself outside in the cold, away from everyone in the house. No one really goes to a party to not socialize, after all.”

After a hum of acknowledgement from you, it falls silent once again. Although this time, your mind is far from any sense of peace. You have your eyes on Jaehyun, trying to make sense of his words as you analyze every feature visible under the strobe lights. His face shows no sign of fatigue, and you’re inclined to believe that he probably has his life under better control than you. Someone as active as him surely has his life direction paved for him. It makes you jealous, you admit. He’s free to do whatever makes him happy but you’re still stuck in the middle of everything.

You don’t know it, but Jaehyun can sense your distress. You don’t know it, but Jaehyun’s gaze has mirrored yours and this time, he’s looking at the tired lines that manifest across your face. With a soft sigh, he stands up from his chair and holds his hand out toward you.

“Wanna go for a McDonald’s run? There’s one nearby, walking distance.”

You’re taken aback once again, blinking at him in confusion. “What?”

“McDonalds. Are you up for it? If you don’t have money on you right now, I can pay for it.”

“Uh..” You begin. “I mean, I have my wallet with me. But what for?”

“Clearly, you don’t look happy here.” Jaehyun says. “And you also need a break from everything, and if you’re after a quiet place to think, then this isn’t the place. I promise, I’ll take you back to the frat house or I can take you back to your own home if you prefer.”

“Won’t they be looking for you?

“They’ll be fine without me.” He reassures. “I live here anyway and I have my own key. If they lock me out I can get back in anyway.”

“Okay… But isn’t it weird? I just arrived here, and now we’re going to leave…”

“Sometimes you need to escape everything to really feel free. Escape routine, escape places, and do something completely new. Like leaving a party as soon as you arrive to eat at a 24-hour fast food chain.” He says, and the words leave an impact on you. The words ring louder in your mind than the bass line of the song being played. The lights aren’t as blinding as the truth that he speaks. They’re words you’d never expect to hear, those that you don’t expect to comfort you.

Escape... Freedom...

Maybe that’s what you needed all this time, after days of repetition and constant fatigue. Maybe you needed to live for once, do things out of the blue, because parties like this are starting to feel repetitive. But a night spent with Jaehyun, someone you barely know, might be the your only chance to feel alive. Your only chance to escape and forget about everything. To be free.

Once again, Jaehyun interrupts your thoughts by interjecting. “Come on, we can talk about your professors and I can give you some pointers. It’s the least I can do as your upperclassman.”

You consider his offer, taking his hand and slowly lifting yourself off of the chair. “I’d have to tell my friend that I’ll be back though.”

Another smile makes his way to his lips, although this time, you can tell that it’s much bigger than the ones he’s been showing you. “That’s the spirit. You can look for your friend while I get my wallet and keys upstairs. I’ll see you outside.” The hand that was once in your grasp moves to lightly pat your arm in comfort.

Right after, he takes his leave, his figure joining the crowd shortly to maneuver his way to the staircase. Once you’re certain that he’s gone, you fix the jacket he’s given you so that you’re wearing it properly. You then pick up your red cup on the floor, ready to find your friend among the crowd of people. And for the first time in days, there’s a radiant smile across your face, and it shines brighter than anything else around you.

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