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hoony2k · 4 months

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HEART 2 HEART

I aint never seen two chill idols in a room, one of them is always obesessed with the other. Or

Idol!enha giving idol!you heart eyes in professional settings.

PAIRING: ot7

GENRE: fluff, crack, established lovers, secret lovers, idol x idol

WORD COUNT: 3k (help)

WARNINGS: mentions of innocent kissing that's it. I got possessed during hoon and hee's.

NOTE: hii this was so fun. I kind of wanted niki and sunoo's to be a bit longer but I yapped a bit too much in general. this is massive for a 7 member drabble but 1 para wouldn't do justice. hope you enjoy!

Part 1 -> we dating fr?

Part 3 -> cut the cameras

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★ HEESEUNG:

He thinks everything’s a game!!he thinks its funny! But mr lee who is laughing? Not him rn

You’re walking in the hallways after a quick trip to the washroom when suddenly someone grabs your arm and pulls you into a room. You’re ready to scream but he swiftly covers your mouth and chants “It’s me. It’s me” like that’ll help you understand why your boyfriend thought it would be a good idea to lead you into a small clothing room.

You want to get mad at him for a billion reasons but mainly because what if someone saw? and misunderstood! But his stupid smile tells you how he doesn’t care. Sometimes you want to have his optimism and confidence, maybe then you two could live a carefree idol life.

Heeseung wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to fiddle with the bows on your outfit and hair. Your faux anger slowly crumbles as he stares at you like you painted the night sky and hung the stars on it. Still, you break eye contact just to dust your pride and Heeseung can not stop laughing, finding you cuter than ever.

“I have to go soon. We can’t get caught”, you remind him, the overwhelming time restraint burdens you every time you meet him outside his dorms and as usual, Heeseung doesn’t mind. He shrugs casually, then gives you a reckless smile, eyes hooded. “Who cares?”

Your heart skips a beat in the best way but you purse your lips and pretend to think it over. A hum escapes you, tapping your finger on his chin. He leans closer.

“Probably our managers, you know?”, you say knowing he’s far too busy admiring your eye makeup to even care about the consequences of what would happen if someone were to open the door. So, you do the most logical thing a person subjugated with love could do. Taking his smiley face in your grasp, you turn his head and press a chaste kiss on his cheek, intentionally pressing into his skin to leave a stain.

You pull back to inspect the pink gloss on his cheek, lightly smudged. Heeseung looks like he’s floating but before he can pull any stunts you clap him on the back as a goodbye and quickly scurry out of the room. Not even bothering to check if someone was in the hallway.

If Heeseung stands alone dazed for a while…no one needs to know. He fights his demons when he brings out a tissue to remove your gloss, sobbing internally.

★ JAY:

You will be my girl my girl my girl <3

Jay had told you about how he’d film the Sweet Venom TikTok challenge with you to prepare you beforehand. You had learnt the dance long ago, but the mental preparation to become a different person in front of Jay from Enhypen and a camera took some mental energy. Acting like you were strangers and not a couple filming a silly video wasn’t what you wanted but you were thankful no one spread dirty rumours.

His manager held the camera to film some behind-the-scenes footage of Jay “teaching” you what to do in the challenge and it was kind of funny. But when it came to filming, Jay did everything to be able to spend some extra time with you without seeming suspicious.

He’d get the timing wrong on purpose, he’d bump into you, with the smallest nudge and he’d quickly pause the challenge to apologise. Each time he’d falter or force himself to be out of sync, to have one eye slightly closed, you’d laugh it off, genuinely finding his actions endearing.

He’s excited to film it with you, he can’t wait to show how good you two look, and how his dance style compliments yours, and he can’t wait to see his fans react, gushing over you, throwing heart emojis for his girl.

It was rare for to Jay get so stubborn so you entertained it and laughed. The manager didn’t mind as long as she farmed enough footage but eventually puts her foot down when the behind-the-scenes videos turns longer than 2 minutes and the challenge hasn't reached its middle yet.

She politely tells Jay to rehearse once more and she’d film it after that. The rehearsed one goes by smoothly; the steps are muscle memory at this point.

Before the final take, Jay wants to tell you good luck but almost slips and lays it all out in the open as he parts his lips to call you “Babe”. At the utterance of the first syllable, you snap your head in his direction, eyes piercing his soul, not a hint of a smile.

Jay catches his tongue and switches it to another similar word and thankfully it isn’t noticeable nor is it understood by the manager who assumes Jay’s nerves cause him to slur over his speech. No big deal.

Slightly nervous, Jay glances at you and you offer him an understanding nod. Then the final take begins and everything goes smoothly. When the challenge ends, you turn to bow and he thanks you for joining him. As the manager gives you a thumbs up and taps away on her phone preoccupied, you turn to Jay with a raised brow and he blushes.

“I don’t wanna talk about it”.

★ JAKE:

Personal space? Never heard of her

It’s been hours since you’ve arrived and Jake has not stopped smiling for even a second. He’s over the moon he can’t believe how well you fit into his social circle (enha) like a puzzle piece he was missing this whole time. He’s not sappy but he could write an entire sonnet on how gorgeous you look lounging on his bed, eating take out and brushing your hair back as you watch the movie with him.

But when you announce it’s time to leave, he does not stop sulking and begging you. Literally on his knees. The moment you try to get out of bed, he grabs onto your arm and pulls you tight into his embrace, nose in your hair, he pretends he’s asleep when you ask him to let go.

“My manager just texted me”, you tell him but your hands find his free hand. He rubs a thumb over your hand and you feel like you just kicked a wet puppy into mud. He groans into your hair, slowly and subtly, his legs wrap around your own as if he’s trying to merge your bodies.

“Tell her your phone exploded”, his voice is muffled and immediately you stop feeling bad.

You whine his name and try again but he refuses to budge, and when he tries to pull his bed covers on your frame, you decide to threaten him, “I’ll scream for Jay I’m not playing. I’m overdue curfew”.

“Door’s locked”. HELLO??

You sigh and let your head rest on his pillow that smells exactly like him, ignore the flutter in your rib cage and rest for just a minute. Jake mistakes it as a sign of you surrendering, his grip loosening. You don’t waste a second and throw his caged arms off and jump out of bed and he begins to sulk and wail at the loss of contact. But as much as you love him, you can finally breathe without the weight of your chest.

“I like the idol you better. The one who acts like he doesn’t know me”.

“He wouldn’t treat you like I do”.

He’s ready to have beef with idol Jake if it is meant to impress you. When he’s tying up your shoelaces for you, he’s like “I’ll walk you home” and you tell him he cannot do that because people are always snooping so you’ll get a taxi and he’s like “I’ll walk you downstairs and wait until you sit inside”.

How could you say no to his puppy eyes?

★ SUNGHOON:

he’s on cloud nine because his wish finally came true. He’s radiating light wherever he goes.

He sat next to you, far too close for it to appear platonic but Sunghoon told you not to worry. He tells you not to worry when he’s facing you, knees brushing, you can feel his body heat despite the cool in the room. You’re trying your hardest not to stare at him or how he’s rolled up his dress shirt sleeves despite his stylist’s scolding, or how they slicked his hair back with gel but left one strand to dangle on his forehead, how it curves and makes his eyes seem sharper than they are.

You’re trying, ok?

It’s better than Sunghoon who cannot stop leaning in your personal space as he reads his lines off your shoulder for some reason, he giggles when you try to push him away but he clings like a magnet. The floor vibrates with heavy bass, you’re up again in ten minutes and you need him to get serious.

Unlike him, it’s your first time mc-ing and despite his hype boy attitude, your fingers still shake as you read your lines out loud. Sunghoon’s smile flickers until he remembers he can do something to help.

“Hey, just focus on me”, he says calmly, ironically the one thing you’ve been trying not to do.

But, with blind trust, you agree and your gaze lands on his. His eyes twinkle and crinkle, he stares back at you and you think you’ve started to smile like an idiot. You turn your eyes to soak in his outfit once more, he matches your formal dress, a deep red satin dress paired with similar gloves. He’s adorned in dark slacks that emphasise his stature, and a dark dress shirt with a maroon tie. His tie is crooked-

Out of instinct or perhaps it stems from the urge to hold his hands, feel his heartbeat under your fingers, you reach out, hands settling on his shoulders, then inch towards his neck to tighten and straighten the knot. Sunghoon’s eyes don’t leave your serious expression, a lovesick smile hangs on his face. Your hands press onto the material to flatten it and fix his collars like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

Something clatters and smashes loudly.

You rip your hands off his shoulders and he suddenly feels cold. Sunghoon pouts but you quickly turn away, surprisingly less scared than before. You glance in front and see your stylist give orders, someone says another band is preparing for an interview in 5. Finally, you grip the cards tightly in your hands but don’t even spare them a glance. Instead, you lock eyes with your lover who had been looking fondly at you the whole ordeal.

“let’s go over this one last time for your sake”.

Sunghoon laughs.

★ SUNOO:

Therapists hate him. He’s a mastermind at manipulation.

Both of you are chosen along with another idol and actor to partake in a reality show where you all live together and go on an adventure it’s all a great experience and you get to interact with new lovely people but when it’s late at night, the crew has gone to their hotel, cameras have been turned off, you, Sunoo and the actor gather at the dining table.

Sunoo keeps smiling at you and the actor and he offers to peel mandarins. As he peels, the conversation flows smoothly, his fingers work quickly and skillfully. Even though his eyes are downcast, his change in expressions tell you he’s listening to the conversation.

Out of respect, he offers the actor a plate with the most mandarin slices and out of habit, he slides to you the plate with the juiciest and scrumptious slices, choosing the dry ones for himself. You shyly thank him and Sunoo brushes it off. He only realizes what he’s done and how much of a deal it is when the actor questions if he’s a good friend of yours.

Sunoo bursts into laughter, eyes crinkling, he waves his hand in dismal, he looks at you up and down. You refuse to make eye contact.

“Something like that”.

His open-ended answer renders you speechless and you pretend to be busy when the actor looks at you. You untie your hair for it to cover your heated ears and fake cough as you take another bite.

Sunoo offers you a napkin. His hand stretches over the table and all eyes are on you, the actor is on the edge of his seat as he observes you like a hawk.

As nonchalant as you can be, you roll your shoulders and take it from him. Despite your efforts to avoid skin contact, Sunoo flicks his wrist and his fingers delicately brush yours, sparks light up inside your stomach.

You quietly thank him and he shows off his charming smile. the actor next to you sighs loudly and glances at the clock before thanking Sunoo for the mandarins. Sunoo shines another smile at the man who glances between the two of you.

“Chemistry like this is hard to find. If you two end up dating, I’ll be supporting you”.

This time you choke on the juice and Sunoo springs up to give you a glass of water and pats your back for safety. The actor nods once more then leaves. When the coughing fit dies down, you ask Sunoo what all that was about, he tells you not to worry. He peeks at the camera as a precaution, it’s got a lid covering the lens. Then, he bends down to kiss your hair and brings your plate closer to him so he can feed you. Your heart attempts to jump onto the table when he affectionately begins to stroke your hair as well.

Friends be damned, you’ve hit the lover jackpot.

★ JUNGWON:

He loves his job but hates all the parts where he has to be too pretend his personal life doesn’t exist.

“I wish you were here with me”, he says the moment you pick up. You pout, shoulders sag immediately.

He notices this and almost feels bad as he caresses his phone screen like it’s a glass screen dividing him and the fish at an aquarium. The thought makes him laugh. He wants to spend the entire night talking to you, memorising your presence, pretending you're cuddled next to him but he can’t go through with his urges because you need to sleep.

Jungwon would never want you to disturb your sleep routine, no matter how many times you text or tell him that you want to do these things for him, it's only natural.

“I bought you a keychain”, you tell him, voice cracking over the call. He adjusts his camera, brows raised. You know what he’ll say so you answer, “You’ll see it when I give it to you”.

He pouts and brings the camera closer to his face to coax you into showing it, his tired eyes sparkle and almost distract you from his dark circles. Your heart sinks. What time is it there? You don’t need to calculate because you had already memorized the time difference by heart before he departed.

“Baby, it’s 2 am there”.

He shakes his head, hair flicking him in the eye, he squints up at you and unconsciously buries himself under his comfy hotel blankets. You stare at your lover, take in his appearance and admire how hard he works to achieve his dreams, how he wants to be a good boyfriend and tick all the boxes that make your heart soar. He looks like he’ll fall asleep in the peaceful silence so you grant him an offer.

“Would you like me to sing you to sleep?”

His dimple greets you and under the covers where you can’t see, Jungwon rubs his legs together, giddy like a child.

“Sing your next song for me”, he whispers and you gasp at him, taken back by the new information. It’s your turn to squint at him as you ask him about how he knew you were preparing for a comeback. He shakes his head and mumbles, “You changed your makeup”.

Makeup…that was only evident in pictures. You hadn’t met him all dolled up behind stage due to your schedules and could barely fit an hour with him at his dorm because you two were so busy. Yet he had noticed, somehow in a supernatural but very Jungwon way and your face heated up.

Your melody filtered through his speakers, it only took a minute for Jungwon’s breathing to even out, his hand going limp and the phone falling backwards to give you a view of the ceiling light.

Still, you finish the song and wish him a good night. Whisper a soft I love you in the dimly lit room, a saccharine confession that he’ll hear confidently soon.

★ NIKI:

Bro thinks hes in an edit‼️literally moves slowly like that when he sees you, r&b song playing in this head

On the encore stage, other bands including yours bow to Enha and in those 4 seconds, Niki decides to take a shot.

He thanks you with a bow and when you turn your attention to Jungwon, Niki speaks your name. It's far too gentle to be caught in the mic and he faces his head toward you so the back of his head is captured by the camera.

But like a compass, you always find his voice, when he calls for you in the hallways or when he's talking to other people in his makeup room, your ears seem to find him before your eyes do.

As you turn your wide eyes to him, unaware of his plans, Niki's boxy smile vanishes. He gazes at you through lidded eyes that appear striker more so than ever due to his bold makeup and he renders you speechless, cupid shooting you with several arrows.

You're paused mid-bow, face heating up under Niki's stare and smug smile, professional composure crumbling. There's a siren going off in your head, the cameras!

But what do they know? They can't even see your lover's expression, only the tilt of his head and dark wavy hair that tickles his neck. A part of you, a possessive side is overjoyed they can't. Swiftly, Jungwon covers your body and gives Niki a nasty side eye which finally manages to pull you out of the trance.

You return to thanking them and saying whatever nonsense comes to mind, Jungwon understands but Niki cackles loudly. As fast as this interaction happens, you fall back and merge with the crowd that walks off stage.

Thankfully, no one could figure out what happened but they made assumptions based on your expressions. That hype dies down in the fandoms but Niki can't stop replaying the moment on his end. It's a free amv for songs, he's never going to stop thinking about it.

Thank you for reading!

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 2 months

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Royal Meeting

quinn hughes x royal!reader

note: I love them!!!

word count: 1.8 k

This tour was a year in the making, the Princess of Cambridge touring Canada with her father now ruling. Y/n was named the people’s princess after Diana, the people of England saw a lot of her mother in her. So with her father being someone the public doesn’t have the best view of, it was her job to possibly help restore that.

Starting on the east coast and heading west, the princess was on her second to last stop, Vancouver, before she would be heading over the province's capital. Going to a hockey game with Harry and Meghan was not in the original plan, but the woman was never one to follow plans set out for her. But she could also never pass up spending time with her older brother and Meghan.

Stepping out of the car the woman waves to the people waiting outside, grabbing flowers and giving out hugs; even if she wasn’t supposed to.

She was told by her assistant that Harry and Meghan would meet her in the dressing room halls. Not that she needed to know that given she would just be following her security.

“Meghan!” Seeing her sister-in-law she passes the two security men in front of her, bringing the other woman into a large hug. “Hello, Y/n! So good to see you it’s been to

long!” “I know! I miss my little niece and nephew! Oh- Harry you’re here too, hello.” The brother and sister both exchange a chuckle, bringing each other into a hug.

The three half-watched warm-ups in the lounge, mostly catching up. But they had to stay down there to wait for puck drop.

After getting announced, Harry and Y/n walked out side by side. Looking around at the teams, the girl notices the handsome faces, though one in particular stood out among the rest. On the Canucks the man with the ‘C’ on his jersey, with the most beautiful swept back hair, and facial hair. Y/n loved facial hair, believing it would make any man instantly more attractive. His eyes were dark in the lighting of the area, but she was sure there was more to them up close.

And that she was right, being as he was the captain he would take the ceremonial face off, meaning Y/n could get a closer look at his features.

“Hello.” He said, shaking her hand then doing the same to her brother. His american accent was adorable, and his voice was such a pleasant sound, one she could fall asleep to. She was so entranced with him, she didn’t even say hello back, he probably thought she was rude. In her mind she was patting herself on the back for such a good first impression.

She zoned out, only getting snapped back into reality when the cameras flashed, waiting for a moment her brother never dropped the puck. It made her laugh, thankful she wasn’t the only one making a lousy impression. Whispering to her brother she said, “H, you have to drop the puck.”

Everyone let out a small chuckle, it was all in good fun.

Throughout the game she couldn’t help but have her eyes be drawn to the Canucks captain, who she now learned was named Quinn. It was a name that suited him, she felt that he gave off the same energy as the letter ‘Q’ if that makes sense.

Quinn got a goal and an assist, both of which the woman stood up and clapped for. She couldn’t help herself, and she was sure Meghan noticed. During the time Harry went to the washroom, Meghan leaned over and whispered, “He’s cute. Number 43?” “Oh piss off.”

After the game, and after saying bye to Harry and Meghan, Y/n decided to do something she never thought she would ever do.

She waited outside the home team’s dressing room. Why? She had no clue. How was she going to start a conversation? She had no clue. And with her security around her at all times, it made it a lot worse, because she had an audience.

And before she could over think, the man of her hour came out, “Hi, you’re Quinn Hughes, right? The captain?”

He looked a little shocked that she was talking to him, making eye contact with both her security guards before her as if to say ‘you guys believe this?’ but nonetheless he nods, not having the ability to talk in the presence of her, and her beauty, and the way her confidence was almost seeable in the air. “You played amazing, I mean from what I know about hockey.” She lets out a small breath of air out of her nose in a half-laugh.

“Oh- Thank you.” He knows that to carry on a conversation you should maybe say something back to provoke more words, yet in his state of being at the moment he wasn’t quite sure he could do that.

“I was actually wondering..” taking a deep breath, she prepares for the worst. The ‘I have a girlfriend’ or the ‘I have plans’ “If you were busy tonight? I know we haven’t even met yet, but I don’t really do this.” she gestures to the general area, and seeing a slight bit of confusion on the man’s face she alaperates, “I mean like- my family has always set up dates for me, I’ve never done this, so I don’t know how to do this. And now I have over-explained and over-shared so now you’ll really say no.”

Unbeknownst to her, the man found her ‘over-explaining’ and ‘over-sharing’ endearing. Her flustered state as she asks him out, the rosyness on her cheeks and her large smile while she talks. Were all things he hadn’t seen until now, and he loved every new thing he discovered about her.

“I’m not busy tonight… We could go to this restaurant I know, or if you don’t want to be in public I understand and we could just go to my place? I don’t have roommates.”

He was so adorably awkward while speaking and he was understanding and kind, every man her family had set her up with had never been this understanding of her status, they had always either used it to their advantage, or were jealous of it. But not Quinn. In the couple minutes they talked, she felt in her gut that he had honourable morals.

With a smile spreading on the girl’s face she replies, “I would love to go to your place.” At her words a matching grin is growing on Quinn’s face, placing his hand on her back as he leads her out to his car.

The two were settled on Quinn’s couch, some american movie on in the background while they spoke. Learning more and more about each other. In the safety of his flat, and her security outside Y/n felt free to be herself.

“I have two younger brothers-” “ I have two older brothers! Continue, what do they do? Hockey?” “Yeah, they both play on the New Jersey Devils.” “It must be hard seeing them get to play together while you’re not.” “It does sting sometimes, during summer when they’ll tell their stories of living together without mom as a mediator. But I mean, they’re my little brothers and I couldn’t be more happy for them and I have my friends here. So it’s not all bad.”

Subconsciously, the man's arm fell from resting on the back of the couch to now rest on the girl’s shoulder, urging her to curl into his body more. “Are you close to your mom?” “We don’t have to talk about my mom.” Quinn might know much about Y/n’s family, but he knew that she never knew her mother, Princess Diana.

“It doesn’t bother me. Talking about my mom if that’s what you're worried about.” “I assumed it would be a not first date appropriate conversation.” “Right. No trauma on the first date, rule 101.” The two broke into laughs, probably caused by the wine they were drinking. Y/n decided to divulge into lighter conversation, “Now. This question is very important to me.” The woman adjusted her sitting position to now sitting on the couch facing Quinn, his hand now rubbing up and down on her upper arm, “Are you a dog or a cat person?”

Letting out a breath of relief Quinn says, “Thank god, I thought it would be a question about tea.” “What, just because I’m British my life must revolve around tea?” “So you wouldn’t be offended when I tell you I don’t like tea?” “You don’t like tea?!” Quinn laughs at her over-exaggeration, “I should have known better, you are American.” “Hey!” “Dogs or cats?” Y/n stubbles out between giggles at the sight of Quinn’s face.

“If I get this wrong, is the date off?” “Well, that in combination with not liking tea..” “I’m a dog person.” “Correct!”

Later in the night the two were still on Quinn’s couch, now actually watching what was playing on the TV. No longer shy about their cuddling, Quinn was lying on his back with Y/n between his legs on top of the man. His hands playing with hers, lacing their fingers together and swaying them back and forth.

All night Y/n couldn’t help but think about the fact that this never felt like a first date. Well it did in the way of getting to know each other but they never had that awkward first date silence. It felt as if they had been friends long before now.

They talked about Quinn first moving to Vancouver and how he loves it here now. Y/n also mentioning how she loves Vancouver. It felt as if both were tiptoeing around the subject Quinn living in Vancouver and Y/n in England. She would love to move to Vancouver, in the future. The woman had always wanted to live in another country and Canada always seemed like a good choice. But of course she wouldn’t be telling Quinn this, it was in fact a first date.

“I’m headed to Victoria tomorrow afternoon. But I’ll only be there for three days, then the tours over and I head back home.” She could see the hope leave Quinn’s eyes, so quickly she cleared up what she was getting at, “But, I don’t have to. I could come back here.” At her words Quinn beams, excited at the idea of seeing her again so soon.

“The 24th I’ll be in Seattle.” “Then I’ll fly to Seattle, watch you play again.” “I would love that, princess.”

No one had ever called Y/n ‘princess’ as a pet name, only at events or being introduced to someone. And never did she think she would love being called princess this much. She thought if anything it would weird her out if someone ever did. But when it came from Quinn’s mouth, from his beautiful lips, and deep voice. She would love anything he called her.

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thisblogisaboutabook · 3 months

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Headcanon

~Introducing Azriel to a modern world~

~Part 2~

You are a world walker and bring Azriel to your modern fae world. Shenanigans occur.

Part 1

Warnings: Sexual content

Video Games

- It took Azriel a minute to adjust to the concept of playing against other people on a screen. He was very suspicious that they could spy on the two of you for the first month.

- I mean hackers are a thing but like, that’s too complicated to explain. We’ve got an encrypted network babe. It’s fine.

- You came home from drinks with your girlfriends one night to find that Azriel was more silent than usual. Finally he blurted out, “What’s a noob?”

- Oh, um, it means you’re really novice doing a great job.

- It’s not like you want to lie to him, and you wouldn’t about anything major but… he’d stay up all night determined to kick the 15 year old that called him that’s ass.

- Listen, you truly are a lenient lover. But sometimes you have to get creative to get him to put the controller down and come to bed.

- Walking naked through the living room usually does the trick

Showers

- So obviously baths are great. You two love baths together but…

- Showers are amazing.

- Bad day? He sits on the floor of the shower for 45 minutes while the steaming water rolls off his wings and back.

- Good day? He’s blasting his fav club rat tunes as he lathers, rinses, AND repeats.

- You teased him with a sneak peak of what you in fact were NOT wearing under your dress before heading out for girls night?

- Cold shower. Frigid shower. ASAP.

- Quietly sneaking into the washroom after girls night to wash away the potent scent of mirthroot and tequila?

- No BB- he’s a spymaster. He heard you before you even stepped foot back into the apartment.

- He loves the symphony of your moans and skin slapping skin echoing through the bathroom

- That little tease before you left cost you. He’s not going to take it easy on you.

- You never learn and will absolutely do it again.

Escape Rooms

- You’re convinced he’s the only person keeping Escape Rooms in business at this point.

-Seriously. Does anyone go to them anymore?

- Honestly, it’s endearing and you will go with him any time he asks.

-You’ll do anything with him though. Yeah, he’s your lover but he’s your best friend too.

- Escape Rooms are like little training exercises for his shadows.

- He definitely rolled his eyes the first time you said that

- You two might have gotten kicked out once after his shadows covered the cameras and he took you on a desk.

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wosowrites · 1 year

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Another Kid (Magda and Pernille x young!reader)

warnings: alcoholism, throwing up

a/n: based off this request here

prompt: the reader didn’t grow up in a good family and struggled to ask for help, so pernille and magda make sure she knows she is at home with chelsea

You weren’t super tall, maybe 5,6…5,7 on a good day you liked to say. But man, you were intimidating. You never hurt anyone, but your tackles came in full force, your glares would make a player on the opposite side of the field look down and your handshake was so firm that you would leave the referees shaking their hand in the air to rid themselves of the feeling of your hand squeezing theirs. You were strong. That was no doubt. But maybe you were just waiting for someone… or some people to help break down your walls, and reveal the delicate you.

Your walls had never come down completely, although there had been two occasions where the team thought they had. The first time was on the mark of your first year with Chelsea. The girls had thrown a little party, which honestly was more of an excuse to drink beer, but you were grateful for it. You all gathered at Pernille and Magda’s house, had a cheat night of pizza and beer, played games and had all around fun. You didn’t drink any beer, you never did consume alcohol considering it was the main reason behind your shit childhood. The main reason behind the walls you had put up as well.

So, as Magda did her special party trick (drank a bit too much and got sick), you were the one who ended up having to sit with her in the washroom. Pernille hadn’t come to the party due to the fact that her mother and father were in town, she had apologized but you insisted it was okay, because it was.

That night, you played the role of Pernille. A younger, darker haired Pernille. You let Magda lay on your lap, and you held her hair as she threw up. You brushed your fingers through her hair and dabbed her face with a warm towel. That moment was the closest you had ever gotten to being completely and utterly soft. But then Magda threw up on your lap and you tried to stay calm but you freaked out solid.

Magda remembered nothing the next morning and you did not remind her.

The second time was after winning the 2022 FA cup. You hadn’t cried of joy right away although you could have. Instead, you hugged every single person on the team for over ten seconds each. "Was that an actual hug, y/n/n?" every one of the girls including Emma had said. You had rolled your eyes.

When you got into the changing room, emotions came over you. Your eyes welled with tears as you sat down at your cubby, your head in your hands. Aniek had been the one to accidentally ruin it. "Are you crying?" she asked gently, not meaning to strike a nerve. "No! What the hell?!" you said, standing up quickly and walking into the washroom.

Ever since that day, Magda and Pernille had realized that there was more behind your tears, they noticed that there was more than joy behind your eyes. As everyone on the team hugged their parents and siblings, or face timed them after that game, you sat in a corner on your phone, staring at the apps on your phone.

"She doesn’t have anyone to call, does she?" Pernille said, her arm around Magda’s waist as they watched you sadly. "We’ll be the people she can call then," the swedish woman answered.

It was a promise they had made to themselves and that they upheld every day. They didn’t know what your family situation was, but they did know that they wanted to be your new family.

And they kept that promise every single day. Wether it was holding you tightly but briefly when you had a bad day, or just picking you too be in their group during drills, you were always with P and Magda. You were constantly being caught on camera in the arms of Magda or P, being jokingly carried on and off the pitch like a baby. The denmark native and the swede had a similar behaviour with Niahm and Jessie but with you… they had really claimed you. You were theirs, and everyone knew that.

And sooner than you knew it, a year had passed and it was once again the FA cup final, but against the red side of Manchester this time. Pernille wasn’t starting as she was recently back from injury so you did your pregame routine after warmup. A quick three person handshake and then you hugged them tightly. The kissed one of your temples each and then you stood in a circle, holding the hands of your mothers.

0-0 at half made you feel relieved. Manchester United had easily been the stronger half and you had all been so lucky they hadn’t conceded.

Going into the second half, you had a desire. In a year, you had been named best young player of the year amongst a bunch of other awards, and you were in the race for the golden boot, tied with Rachel Daly. At last years FA cup, you had played 6 minutes and today… today you were on thee starting. You needed to score. A goal at Wembley… what more could you ask for?

Your wish was granted in the 56th minute, a couple minutes after Pernille had been subbed on. Magda sent a long, long ball through the field to find Pernille on the wing. The Scandinavian controlled the ball perfectly and got passed Ona Batlle. Your run was perfect, but you were sprinting to get there. Pernille crossed it in the air and you jumped.

Your head hit the ball, the ball hit the netting, and then you hit the turf, falling at the feet of Mary Earps who yelled a loud curse word. But you were full of joy. You stood up, screaming at the top of your lungs and running towards Pernille with your arms wide. Magda came and then Jessie, Niahm, Sam, Guro, everyone. You had jumped into Pernilles arms, your legs around her waist. You faced the fans, blowing kisses to the crowd and yelling at the top of your lungs.

It was a family goal.

When the final whistle blew, you fell to your knees and let out a large breath of relief. "You did it!" Pernille and Magda yelled, rushing to you and tackling you into a hug on the pitch.

The celebrations were insane, you lifted the trophy with Magda, you danced on the field, gave your shirt to a young fan, took pictures and danced some more. The difference was that when people went to see or call their families Magda and Pernille stayed with you.

"You played so well today baby," Magda said to you. It was said in a motherly way, a way that made you blush and look down at your lap. "Listen, we’ve never wanted to ask but if you ever want to… i don’t know… talk? Yeah, talk about whatever your family situation is, we are more than here for you. You know that right?"

You fiddled with your fingers, not looking at the blondes on either side of you. "Yeah, I know," you answered half heartedly.

"Y/n…" Pernille said gently. "Not to be… dramatic or whatever but I’ve been told that before, okay? And it wasn’t true," you said, standing up from the bench you were on. A few heads turned but you didn’t want to make a scene so you sat back down quickly. You hung your head and then inhaled and exhaled heavily.

"My mother got pregnant with me when she was 18. My dad just freaked out and left, I’ve never met him and he’s never shown any desire to want to meet me, even though he knows who I am. My mother got deep, deep into drugs and alcohol when I was 5. By the time I was 6 I was walking 30 minutes to get to school by myself, and- and cooking and I would animal sit for all of my neighbours with pets just to try and help my mother out a little. I started playing football when I was 7 because my best friends dad was the coach and he agreed to let me play on his boys team for free. I played with that team till I was 10 and then when I wanted to switch to competitive I got an anonymous amount of money to put towards keeping on playing football. I had no clue it was from who, and I still don’t. Anyways. I played football with clubs in Ottawa till I was 16 and started playing with the U-17 Canada team as well. You know the story from there. But that’s just the public story. The private story was that from age 10 to 17 my mother was constantly passed out, the house smelled like vomit, it was horrible. And my mother hated me. She thought it was all my fault that she landed in addiction. So when I was 18 and I left for Stanford… I deleted her number and I haven’t talked to her since. That’s the story."

It felt as though you had said that whole rant in one breath. Throughout everything, your eyes stayed fixed on your feet. You had not realized your eyes were filled with tears and you didn’t like it when you realized. Quickly, you used the neck of your shirt to erase any trace of tears. "Y/n/n…" Magda said, lifting your chin and making you look at her, her own eyes glistening with tears. "Don’t cry," you said to her before looking over at Pernille who was keeping herself together a bit more but obviously hurt for you. "Guys! Geez were FA cup champions… again! Let’s focus on that! Okay?"

You said this as you stood up, genuinely truly happy that you had won the cup again. But your "mothers" did not let you off that easily. Pernille and Magda both had the idea of reaching out to grab your jersey and pull you back which ended up in your flying backwards onto Magda’s lap. "Okay I know you guys see yourself as my parents or whatever but you do realize i’m not actually a baby right?" you asked, looking at Magda as you sat on her legs. "Haha," she said. "But while I have you here, please underhand that you are so much more than your past, okay?" Magda said, Pernille nodding along to her girlfriends words. "Okay," you said.

You never really talked about it again, but Magda and P knew, and when the reality that they needed to sign a new contract immediately or choose a club to leave too, (Bayern or OL at the moment) they gave each other one look, and then looked over at Millie who had you slung over her shoulder as Jessie and Niahm watched you, laughing loudly, and that was it. They were staying at Chelsea.

#woso fic #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #chelsea fcw #pernille harder #magda eriksson #jessie fleming #cfcw

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blueparadis · 1 year

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cw.—› yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno x fem!reader, headcanon format, possessive behavior, he is a little perv but kinda hot, hints of corruption & virginity k!nk,angst undertones, jealousy, $mût | word count — 1k.

notes.—› i hope y'all remember me. this is to remind y'all that how much this sunshine boi has a grip on me. | redirect to blog navigation.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno always makes sure that no one goes after y/n is walking towards the rest-room to take a breather from those pesky neon lights, not even girls. He will stand near the far-end of the corridor with a stoic expression plastered on his face and God forbid anyone who dares to cross him after his warning, “I’m sorry sir. But you can't go in right now.” He speaks in one bold breath, his index finger nudging the trigger of the gun that is tucked behind his waist.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno who always carries y/n's favorite cigarette brand and that particular lighter which he earned as a gift when he first joined as your bodyguard just because he could share a smoke with you when no one's flashing their eyes on you, just so that he could light your cigarette every time you forget to bring yours.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno makes sure that whenever you are going inside the changing room, there are no hidden cameras. And of course, when you are done changing, when you are ready to show it off to your papa, he will be the first one to see you in that fashionable flimsy dress.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno never forgets to be there when y/n is emotionally down. He will console her, say to her that it is going to be alright while getting a bit handsy: hands curling around her waist, letting his shoulders loose so that she could rest her head and . . . Oh no! he is just doing his job. Sometimes all we need is touch to forget our sorrows.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno has always been watching her since day one, always. Be it through the mirror of changing room or watching her fall asleep in her bed under those cozy blankets. And sometimes, he just wishes that he could get paid back for what he is doing, emotionally.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno who always listens to your relationship problems so that he knows she is still okay, not deflowered yet and makes sure that you are until he is the one who deflowers you. Sometimes, he even checks your towels, pillows, and underwear after a long bath to make sure you did not touch yourself, you do not need to since he will be the one to teach you the right way.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno who has a habit of giving his coat to you when you are in low spirits or it is a little bit chilly on the way home after the party loses his calm demeanor when he sees you wearing his coat with just a lingerie set underneath. He just went to the washroom and now is back, seeing his girl-you in his black coat sitting in her favorite armchair humming and playfully flipping through the pages of the album. She is neither sad nor it is cold inside the room, so what's this for?

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno makes sure to lock the door behind making a little sound at the click of the lock so as to startle you and gain your attention. Now that her eyes are on him and the album on the ground, her lips parted, hands fidgeting- he knew he had done his job well. "Can I have it back please, Miss y/n?", he mused gently being at arm's length from you. And when he is asked to turn around, he clicks his tongue and murmurs, "Are you still shy in front of me? do you need more time?", closing the gap between him and you within a blink of your eyes.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno whose eyes are now switching between your lips and eyes carefully curls his arm around your waist pulling you closer to his chest, saying, "You can keep it. but when you take it off I'd like to watch." pushing you down to the same armchair, with his fingers clamped around the arm-rest hovering above you and placing a kiss on your forehead and then, whispering, "you just need to say what you wish. . .what you desire and I'll bring it to you." biting your warm ear-lobes.

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germworms · 7 months

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Etho's unexpected face reveal

A shortfic of Bdubs accidentally seeing Etho's face on call.

Wordcount: About 1400 words.

Pairing: Etho&Bdubs Platonically

RPF

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"I'll see you guys later!"

As he stopped recording, he leaned back in his chair. Through his headset he could hear his friends chatting away, about some random topic. He heard snippets of redstone talk, and that made him zone out. He double checked to see if he had stopped recording, which he had.

"Bdubs!" Someone yelled into his ear, making him jump up.

"Argh! What!" He asked, he moved his mouse around to find whoever scared him, rubbing his eyes. "Oh, hello, Etho."

"You tired?" Etho asked, his avatar sneaking in front of him, up close. He was laughing a bit, his own voice an octave lower. A sign of tiredness from the canadian.

He yawned, "Not at all, I gotta edit my video tonight too."

"Awh, you need motivation?" Etho asked, punching him in the game, "I'll be your ear worm."

"Thanks, you are a sweetheart."

"Yeah, I'll go take a quick washroom break, be right back."

"...Washroom." He mumbled, "Crazy man." He couldn't help but smile, he never could stop smiling when talking to him.

Someone walked into the room, hovering above him while wrapping their arms around his shoulders, "I'm headed to bed, the girls are asleep."

He turned his head to kiss his wife, "I'll finish up my editing and join ya', honey."

She closed the door behind her, smiling before closing it all the way.

He turned in his chair, opening up discord to check when the next hermit meeting would be. He saw Etho in the voice channel and joined, knowing that Etho liked to listen to music through Mee6. A big picture of a room showed up suddenly, his heart dropped.

Should he tell him? How would he even tell him, he was pissing right now! No use in calling for him.

He should have turned a blind eye, gone out of the voice group, but he was a tad too nosey for his own good.

His friend for over a decade, his faceless friend who he had never met. An internet friend whom he had spent countless hours talking to.

They had talked about meeting up 5 years ago, and then again yearly since then, but then Covid spread around right as they finally started making realistic plans. Everything got cancelled and they stopped talking about it. Etho stayed in his apartment alone, and he had his family he needed to take care of.

So as he watched, silently, and listened to every sound, a door closing made him jump. Footsteps.

First comfortable black pants, then the bottom of a black hoodie, "Bdubs I'm back."

He felt his heart speed up, the anticipation, not even Beef knew about this. He felt guilty already, he had seen more than enough, "Etho!"

A face became visible on the screen, a head full of brownish blackish hair, quite skinny face, clean shaven. His eyes were tired, but nonetheless, he was handsome. He gulped, "Uh, uhm."

"What did you do, silly?" He heard minecraft sounds, forgetting all about the game. Etho was probably wondering why he was standing so still, listening to him through the game and not through discord.

He couldn't stop staring, he felt like a sinner. Like this was more embarrassing to admit than when his parents had walked in on him as a teen, than his first kiss with a girl and with that boy in elementary.

An embarrassed blush crept up on him, "Bdubs, are you okay?"

Ethos mouth moved while he talked, of course, but seeing a face to a voice he wasn't even supposed to see made him speechless. The way he said his name made his heart skip in a way he hadn't felt in a long time maybe because he could see every syllable from Etho now.

"I- uh, ugh, your-" He coughed, watching how confusion spread across Ethos face. He noticed how Ethos posture was quite poor, "You should check your posture."

"Oh, thank you."

There was a moment of silence, "Hold on."

"Bdubs!!!" Etho's camera was quickly turned off, "You! What! You should have told me!! I- I don't know what to say!"

"Well!" He started, "I mean! Your handsome! Pretty! I mean, you're very- what I mean- I'm sorry!" He stumbled over his words, not knowing how to react. "I'll turn- I'm gonna turn on my face cam!"

He turned it on, forgetting how his face was completely red in embarrassment, "Oh god." he noticed, "It's the lighting!"

He let his words die out. Should he hide away?

"Are you angry?" He asked in a small voice.

"Angry? I- I don't know... A bit, I guess. I trust you, of course, but this has become a big deal for me, my face. I mean, you were gonna see it one day, I wanted that time to be special." Etho said, his voice became weary. "Be happy I actually wore clothes."

"I wouldn't be un-happy so to say."

"You- You're something else, man!"

Bdubs eased up, "I know, baby."

Etho took a long breath, he could hear the gears turning in his head, not knowing what he was planning. Who knew what that man was thinking anyways.

"You get ONE time of facetime, okay?"

He hadn't expected a sudden meet and greet, "Really?"

"Just make a private call, I don't want any of the other hermits joining, Gem will be so mad at you by the way." Ethos voice quieted down.

All hope of a session of editing went out the window, as he pulled up his private chat on discord with Etho, the last message read, 'U up for mc?'

He clicked the call button, "I'm calling! Okay! It's happening!"

Etho chuckled once, "Well, you already saw my face, WITHOUT me knowing, stalker."

"I'm sorry, okay?"

The call was picked up, eyes staring directly at him, while his mind blanked out, "Uh- hi."

"You're so RED, man!" Etho laughed at him, his whole face full of laughter, a mix of nervousness and excitement.

"I am?" He felt his face, "Well, don't blame me! You're pretty handsome, not more than me, though." He lied, of course Etho would be good looking, he could feel it in his guts from the moment he met him. Beauty followed the soul.

"Don't sell yourself short... Literally." Etho began cracking up again, going off screen to laugh.

"Oh, FREAKING funny, huh! I can prove I'm 5'10!"

"Stand up for me, then." Etho said, showing back on screen to stare directly at him. Making him nervous.

He halted in his action to stand up, "I don't take commands from you! You should trust my words."

"Oh, so now you don't wanna do what I say? Sounds like someone isn't as tall as they say they are, hmm, Bdubs?"

His heart skipped a bit, "I- I uh, I am." His voice more quiet now.

"You okay?"

He had to look away, "Nothing! I'm fine! Can you uh, say my name again?" He spoke the last part quickly, too embarrassed to say it out loud.

Ethos face scrunched, "What?-" His voice high, but then he spoke, "Bdubs? BdoubleO? John? Which one?"

He coughed, "Uh! Thank you! That's all, I wanted you to look stupid! Okay, Ha! Yeah.." Hearing his name from Etho was always something he enjoyed, but from Etho AND his face was something else entirely. He was comfortable with his sexuality, of course. He had always been open to girls and boys, and he fell in love with his wife the first time they met.

When he met Etho, he started wondering how his life would be if he had married a man. A thought for the dreamers, a thought he wouldn't make a reality, because he loved his life. He loved his children, his wife, his job.

He loved Etho as much as he could too.

"You like when I say your name?"

As much as a friend could love him, perhaps he never saw them as only friends, but also not as lovers. His wife knew about Etho, how could she not? And she adored him as well. They would frequently put an Etho lets play in the background when making dinner, laughing at the commentary. His wife never had any problems with, what Cleo would call, his obsession.

"You do, you weirdo." Etho said, leaning back, "Can you say my name?"

"Etho." His eyes scanned the screen, the face for any reaction.

A smile spread across Ethos face, he scuffed, "Yeah, okay."

A small pause between them and then a strange question, "Should I buy a better webcam for you?"

"For me?"

"You're the only one who gets to see me, mind I add, maybe HD is better for you." Etho said with a slight smile in his tone, "Anything for you."

In their years together, Etho had picked up on his adorations for him, and he had never said anything about it. Slowly, after a long time, it became their normal.

"You should get some rest, Bdubs."

"I should."

His head was tilted while the two men stared at each other, Etho said in a low voice, "This is kinda nice."

"Yeah, it really is."

#Ethubs #Ethubs fic #hermitshipping #Etho bdubs

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boyfhee · 9 months

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⋆ NOW WE DATE ! · psh

CHAPTER THIRTEEN · dating hotspot

SYNOPSIS · everyone knew you were sunghoon's biggest fan— or so you claimed to be— it didn't take a scientist to guess after your nonstop gushing about him during enhypen's debut. now, they didn't know you found him 'so babygirl' not until you accidentally tweeted it on your main.

warnings · teensy bit of angst + suggestive dialogues, profanities

it took naya sixteen tries and forty-five minutes to convince you to come to the hybe cafe with the group.

she didn’t think it would be this hard, considering your fixation with the desserts they serve. however, you happen to be sceptical and tend to sit and over analyse everything, and something about naya texting jake, and then asking the whole group to go to the cafe the first thing in the morning doesn’t sit right with you.

you like giving people the benefit of doubt and believe that things are exactly how they seem, that naya and the rest of the girls only want to spend some time at the cafe since it’s been a while all four of you have been there, instead of there being a bigger, darker, picture. the four of you stand in the lift while waiting to get to the second floor as you watch naya type relentlessly on her phone.

“who are you texting?” you ask, pressing your lips in a thin line, raising your head up to get a peek if possible, however she tilts the screen towards herself, giving you a nonchalant shrug.

“my brother,” and the lie rolls off her tongue ever so efficiently— it was bound to happen, her plan was deemed too good to fail. from what jake has told her, sunghoon is absolutely fucked in the head about you. not to mention, how he’s jealous of the fact that the actor park sunghoon got to kiss you first— although, for a scene— instead of the actual, real, park sunghoon who has real feelings for you and would like to kiss you on and off camera, every time, all the time. she is convinced that her plan has no loopholes, and that’s why her thumb softly taps over the send button ever so confidently as she texts jake about their arrival at the cafe.

“uh, i’ll be right back,” yeon interjects as the girls take a seat, grabbing yinuo’s hands as she pulls the youngest member along with her, excusing herself to the washroom.

naya smirks to herself as she sees the other two leave, looking over at you. “what do you want to eat? i was thinking if we should get macaroons or shortcakes, what do you think?”

“macaroons would do,” and naya excuses herself to the counter, utilising every millisecond of her time to walk, occasionally stopping in her tracks to text jake on the situation. now, it’s just you and your suspicion sitting together at a table.

and, the gaze of a certain australian boy projecting in your direction from a few metres behind.

. . .

“sunoo, i need you to not fuck this up,” jake warns the boy again, hands on his waist as if this is about life and death (it almost is because they’re dealing with sunghoon) as he replies to naya, telling her that sunoo will be up there soon.

“i’m telling you, i’ve never flirted with anyone in my entire life,” it’s sunoo’s last attempt at getting out of this situation, which is probably not possible because the rest six of enhypen members are terribly stubborn and practically threw him under the bus when it came to picking the ‘bait.’ “i’ll most likely end up laughing,”

“dude, just tell her she’s cute,” heeseung pipes up, making sunoo roll eyes at his words. “compliment her hair or something,”

“why don’t you do it instead?” it’s evident how sunoo is sulking about the situation and jake is taking none of it, pushing him a bit as sunoo groans and walks up to you, making sure to look normal and like someone who’s approaching you without any hidden intentions.

“oh, yn?” and sunoo is channelling his inner song joong ki as he fake gasps as you, making you turn around to look at him as you stand up and greet the boy. “wow, what’s a coincidence, i can’t believe you like food at hybe cafe too,”

that’s the fakest, most unbelievable shit that has come out of sunoo’s mouth. even the intonation isn’t how he normally sounds, and he’s trying to be very normal here. he can see jay making annoyed faces at him from his peripheral vision although he tries not to react, focusing on your instead. you seem to believe is normalcy, and it’s going so good so far.

“yeah, the macaroons here are quite good,” you reply with an awkward laugh, not internally screaming because naya is taking eternity to come back and it seems like yeon and yinuo got flushed down the toilet. you’re not the one with overflowing social anxieties, but how does one continue a conversation with someone who you have never really talked to so far?

“just like you,” sunoo wants to dig a grave and bury himself alive because you look like you just heard the most inhumane thing ever. “i mean you and an idol, like your vocals are so good and i really look up to you. your dance style is cool, i like you—”

and the next thing you remember is seeing sunghoon only a few steps away from you and sunoo, watching you two with a confused expression before he ran out.

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note : crazy how i keep forgetting i have a smau to update anyway guys the writing here is shit i wrote that in ten mins hope u still like it though (idk how to end it)

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mitsuriwritessmut · 2 months

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Yandere Toji

bullying, blackmailing, heavy smut, 18+, spitting, choking, abusive words, toxicity, Jealousy.

Venue:- University canteen

Toji has known you since the beginning of this session. He never made any efforts to get your attention. He simple stalked you. By stalking, he meant to know A-Z about you, about your weaknesses, what you like and don'ts, your financial and personal things, family background, location, people you engage in, he KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU

you being naive, got no idea about what's going around, you didn't even knew there was a guy named Toji at first place. Why you may ask? Simple. Your strict parents. You were raised in an orthodox family. Engaging with guys and hookups not allowed. Simply focus on your studies. And you never gave your attention even to the most popular hottie ( Toji) of your session. And obviously toji knows WHY YOU DON'T GIVE HIM ANY ATTENTION

That's when he fell for you extremely hard. Naive and submissive, that's what he wanted. Pretty little thing you are. According to him, you can't live on your own. You need someone. And that someone IS ONLY HIM.

Since the beginning of the session, he stalked you for 3 straight months without letting anyone know. During this period, any male who tried to hit on ya, doomed. Yes doomed. They really end up on hospital beds. Obviously cuz Toji is massive and a trained fighter. He is afterall a champion of your university. Oh yes you know there's a champion, but who you may ask?

Uhum- champion? I heard about him but I don't know his name-

Upon hearing this from the table 20 feet across you, he chuckled.

He kept a microphone in your bag pack which you even weren't aware of. He listens to your talks in the university A-Z. He never gets bored of you.

But, there was something which you were hiding from everyone, even from your parents

Guess what? Toji knows about it specially, he did all his research on this topic which you have been hiding, as he is specially interested in that. And that's what had made toji fall on his knees for you.

A dildo which you bought 5 months ago, you've been using it on everyday basis to relief yourself. As relationships aren't allowed by your family, you decided to explore the physical pleasure which your friends keep talking about by visiting online sxxchat sites. You made a fake profile and engage in dirty talks, send audios of you moaning. But you were always scared of sending pictures of yourself which kept you safe. But you weren't satisfied with alone sexchat, so you ordered a dildo, and now currently, sexchatting with a 30yr old, while you're dildo is ruining your pussy you're a moaning mess.

What a fuckin pathetic slut! *Chuckles*

Toji grips his cock rubbing it faster as he watches you masterbating and moaning through his monitor. YES , HE KEPT CAMERAS IN YOUR ENTIRE APARTMENT, EVEN IN THE BATHROOM.

( he sees you taking shixt occasionally tho, cute faces you make to push your poop )

He cums hard, thick white strings spreading across his sweatpants, as he watches you cry fat tears as you scream that Man's name with whom you're sexchatting. This made toji's blood boil as he aggresively throws his bottle at the monitor nearly breaking it.

Babygirl you don't even know In which pitt you fell in .. ( smirks)

NEXT DAY AT UNI :- washroom

You just came out of the toilet as you flushed and were washing your hands. You were all alone in the washroom.

You heard the main door open and close, must be a girl, you didn't bother to look. Your hands were filled with soap foam.

Heavy steps approaching you, that big man hovering behind you, amused at how tiny you were, and how innocent, you didn't even realise Death was standing right behind you.

You got 0 survival skills, ( whispers near your ears ) kitten!

You screamed at the top of your lungs as you suddenly turned around to see your face getting squished Between- between boobs? Oh no wait- HIS MASSIVE CHEST!

You could hear Loud laughs, a heavy voice, you noted.

You feel two massive hands pulling you out, you noticed his scar at first, his lips curving into a smirk, hair down, seductive eyes shooting holes at your soul straight. He noticed how lost you were admiring him. He smirked and spoke " You admire your online fuck buddies just like the way you admiring me huh?"

That sentence, that's when REALITY slapped you HARD.

Your eyes widened. Suddenly you feel all the negativity, your parents finding about this? Your friends finding out about it? The whole school even your teachers?

Suddenly you feel tears brimming at the corner of your eyes. Vision gets blurry, you let out a whimper, you regret you life decisions.

"i-i- i (sniff) I am sowwie! Pwease-p-wease don't - don't say thi-"

"sshh! Ssh kitten! I have a very auspicious deal for you. I won't let this information reach anyone, but in return you'll become my bitch-"

"YES OKAY- I-I WILL, WILL DO ANYTHING! JUST DON'T LET THIS OUT!

Toji notices your desparateness.

He smiled and asked " anything hmm?"

Obviously you being stupid and naive, said "YES"

"be a good bitch and show me those tits right now"

You eyes widened at his ask. Does he even know what he is asking. That's sexual harrasment. But are you at the position to go against him? You already said you would do anything for him. So this includes at Everything. You regret you life decision once again. You shouldn't have said "anything"

"Sorry, but i can't offer you my body, but except that I could do any-

Within a second you feel a hand choking you till death as he slams you at the wall and starts choking you. slowly and slowly the grip gets tighter. His veins popping. His anger is radiant at his voice. Eyes are fiercely red.

You can moan someone else's name, sexchat with them but can't show me those huge tits hmm? What will your classy parents think hmm? Maybe they would disown you? Hmm? Then? Would end up being a slut at the streets! Sucking dicks of old men? Hmm?

He knew everything.. you don't have any chance. Your hands move to your tight fitted crop top, as you took your breasts out for his view. His hand lost the grip on your neck as he was too stunned at the sight. He was seeing heaven.. you notice the spark at his eyes. As if he was drooling. He was eyeing your breasts intensely.

Within his stare your nipples perked up. Your cheeks were getting hot. He pulled you by your waist, as your boobs smashed with his chest, his other other around your ass, squeezing the flesh as you yelp.

This bitch, what Audacity. Showed up her tits as if that could control me? But yeah.. I am hypnotised. How can just a pair of boobs do this to me? I have seen plenty, plenty but this.. this thing, thing slut, those boobs..

WHAT'S SO SPECIAL ABOUT YOU HMM? Hah! Well, want me to show these pictures to ya parents?

Your eyes widened seeing pictures of yourself masterbating. Eyes filled with tears again, you kneeled down to begg him, holding his knees.. "please - pwease Nooo, pwease. You can raxpe me but not- ( hiccup) not thiss" you look up at him with your teary eyes.

ohh fuck- he mentally cursed himself looking at that expression of yours. Even tho it gave him a spark of excitement, adrenaline rush. But at the same time.. he was guilty.. sad.. hurt.. but for what? He shrugged all that thoughts.. and bend down to reach your face level.

I won't r#pe you, slut. Sluts like you begg to be fucked. So fukin begg. And how's it a r#pe when you're giving consent? You dumb fr ( laughs sarcastically at you)

Next episode later bbg.

#smut #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji smut #jjk toji #toji x you

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neekins · 1 year

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"I'll always find you"

Part Two

Fandom: A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder Pairings: Ravi x Reader, implied Pip x Connor Warnings: Kidnapping, jealousy, neglectance, sad Ravi, sad Pip (I’m sorry, I love her too), angst. Summary: Set in the second book (kind of, only small mentions), but Pip is not the only one receiving warnings. Ravi ignores it until he loses his girlfriend who he had neglected to prove Sal’s innocence.

Part One …

It has been a few months since Y/N has arrived home. She hadn’t contacted anyone since she arrived. Of course everyone knew. Both Pip, Cara and Ravi had been trying to contact her.

So far, she had 158 text messages and 93 missed calls from Ravi. Every time he called, she would stare. She wanted to answer it, but she couldn’t manage it.

At school, she couldn’t look at anyone. They were always staring. She resorted to eating her lunch in the school washroom, but it didn’t matter because Pip had started eating her lunch to keep Y/N company.

She hadn’t heard from Becca, but she was filled in on all the fun she missed thanks to Pip’s podcast. She still couldn’t wrap her head around what happened with Becca. She missed Bee. …

Y/N walked into the dining room to find her family sitting for breakfast. They all tensed when she sat at the table.

“Did I miss something?” she asked.

“No…,” her mother said quietly, “It’s just that Nisha and Mohan came by yesterday. Ravi’s not well.”

“Why?” Y/N’s breath was lost. “What’s wrong with him?”

“What’s not wrong with him?” her brother muttered to himself.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N turned to her mother.

“He wants to see you,” Y/N averted her eyes. “He refuses to eat and he’s locked himself in his room.” …

And so Y/N found herself on the Singh’s doorstep. She heaved a breath and lifted her hand to the door. She gently knocked twice. Not too loud to seem invasive, but not too quiet for them not to hear.

Nisha opened the door. Her expression was a bit like her mother’s when she looked at her. Teary eyes, quivering chin and shifting stare. She lifted her arms out to ask Y/N for a hug. Y/N abided. Her caring arms reminded Y/N of her mother’s as well.

“Come in, come in,” Mohan said as he approached the two hugging figures.

Y/N and Nisha let go of each other and stepped into the house. Mohan gave Y/N a side hug.

“He’s upstairs,” Nisha said.

Y/N smiled and found her way up their wooden steps and to Ravi’s room. She knocked.

“Do you want to build a snowman?" She sang.

“Go away," his voice was heard.

“Okay, bye," She sang once more.

The door opened and revealed the one and only ravishing Ravi Singh.

“I’m joking, he said. “Come in."

Y/N followed him in his room. It was a mess. Other than his bed, his clothes were thrown everywhere.

A framed picture of them laid on his bed. He wore his graduation clothes with one arm around her and the other holding the camera while she had her arms around him and kissing his cheek.

He lay on his bed.

“Ravi, have you eaten?"

“I’m waiting on you," he said. “We’re supposed to go to that cafe you like."

Y/N sat on his bed and reached for his hand, which he gladly gave her.

“What happened?"

“You mean with Bee. Pip covered that on her podcast."

“No," she said. “With us.

“I can’t answer that, I am sorry for neglecting you and it is completely my fault," he glanced at her with his kind eyes. “I got a warning to stop or someone I cared about would be hurt. I didn’t listen and that person was you. I’m just sorry. I thought if I distanced myself from you, you would be in the clearing. I didn’t worry about Pip ‘cause she had Connor.

“That's not what I expected but I completely understand," Y/N could feel the tears burning her eyes. “I just wish you told me sooner."

“N/N, if we could do it all again and you knew why," he paused. “Would you stay?"

“In any alternative, I’d stay."

Ravi got up to kiss her hair. She lifted her arms to his neck and pulled him down for his lips to meet hers.

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okay... after my last post since a certain someone challenged me to tell more about the "wet dream" I had... (which I'm a lil embarrassed to say 😅) so um ill type it out as much as I remember...

i remember in that "wet dream" i was in some kinda shopping mall or something and i remember being... excessively excited for some reason. The idea of getting caught in public excited so much I snuck into a male washroom and quickly locked myself in one of those stall thingys. I sat down unzipped myself, I was going commando (like I am usually) and FOR SOME STUPID REASON... the Idea of getting caught got me so excited, I left the stall door unlocked.

I started rubbing... leaned backand legs spread open... moaning a lil loudly maybe (like I usually do)... only to be startled by some camera flash of someone taking a pic of me like that.

It was someone (Idk a guy or a girl... possibly a guy since the male washroom... duh) who managed to open the door since I lost the track of time and threatens me with the pic and video and going to the the security... I get so nervous I beg to not do this and promise I'll do whatever wanted even money...

In return they ask me to follow them if I dont want trouble... mm which I do and end up in the back of their van. The door closes, my hands get tied behind my back with my mouth gagged. My eyes are left open since they want me to see they are doing to me. I get pushed on the floor of the van, where they tore my pants off completely, calling me things like "a slut" or "a whore" and they start their... torture

mmm my butt cheeks get spread open by their rough hands while i could do is whine... then they put this weird thingy inside me that stretches my butt hole open and they spit on it (im getting excited from this 😭)

they stretch my hole open, more than ever before... and put things inside me... mm maybe a cock or a strap on or maybe a couple of markers tied together, twist them left and right once they are in me... mmm almost exploring my insides... all while my cock's raging hard and my face down on the floor

then they left me plugged, while moving towards my cock... starting to stroke ever so slowly, pulling my foreskin back... exposing my tip... god im actually VERY sensitive in real life i remember them rubbing my tip almost roughly... the pleasure gets too much and it becomes almost painful.

then when im right about to cum from this 'violatíon' of my body... they stop... and reach out for something for the tip of my cock...

its something to insert inside my urethra... something im REALLY scared of in real life. They grab my cock... pulling back my foreskin exposing my tip and putting some outrageous amount of lube on it and slowly but surely start pushing a sounding rod down my urethra... inside my cock.

I look up in absolute horror, watching a thick metal sounding rod slowly going down... inside my cock and i try scream and moan in pain and pleasure and THIS... is the story and I woke up

That made me wake up in the middle of the night... me finding my shorts wet with my precum... mmm and I ended up riding my pillow and cumming inside my shorts.

happy? 😭

#confession #bd/sm kink #bd/sm pet #me #edging and denial

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venusmelody · 2 years

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John’s Last Words to Paul

proI've been trying to figure out whether the "My Old Friend" story is true: that is the tale supposedly told by Carl Perkins, wherein he once flew to join Paul and Linda in 1981. At the last night of the stay, or so it goes, Carl sang a new composition that had come to him nearly formed, and it ended with, Think of me now and then, old friend. This brought Paul to tears. Linda then told him that those had been the last words John said to Paul in the Dakota. Spooky!

And my verdict is: ...I need a copy of Goldmine Magazine November 1998 Beatles edition to fact check.

When I first tried to track down the story, the closest thing I could find to a source was the book Crossing Over: The Stories Behind the Stories by television psychic-medium John Edward who, er, does not seem like the most reliable source. The following quote comes from the book directly, which is actually Rick Korn relating to Edward a weekend he’d spent with Carl Perkins, where Dominic Ambrosio was filming Carl:

“As the time was drawing near for me to go home, I was sitting out on the patio”, Carl told Dominic Ambrosio and his camera, his guitar sitting on his lap and looking like a part of him. “And I was thinking how lucky Carl Perkins was. And I’m kind of sentimental. Sometimes I can sing it but I can’t say it, and that night before, I wrote a song. And in the morning, I went down to the studio and said to Paul and Linda, ‘I’m not good at saying good-bye, but I wrote this song last night, and I want to play it for you’. It was called ‘My Old Friend’ . . .” Carl sang it now for Dominic with the extra emotional emphasis on the refrain: My old friend, won’t you think about me every now and then . . .

“Well, halfway through the song, I see Paul is really crying, tears flowing down his face”, Carl said. “And he stepped outside. I said to Linda, ‘Linda, I didn’t mean to upset him’. She says, ‘Carl Perkins, how did you know?’ I said, ‘Darlin’, I don’t know what yer talkin’ about. How did I know what?’”

John Lennon had been killed only months before outside his apartment building, the Dakota in New York. Linda explained that, although it wasn’t publicly known, only days before his death, she and Paul had visited John and Yoko at the Dakota. At the end of the visit, as they were saying good-bye, John said to Paul, “Think of me every now and then, my old friend”.

“Linda put her arms around me”, Carl said now on a cold January day in Tennessee sixteen years later, “and she said, ‘Thank you, Carl, he needed that’. It was a touching moment and it was a frightful moment for me”. The song had just come to him out of the blue that night as he sat alone on the deck off his room in George Martin’s castle. And the strange thing, he later told Rick, was that he didn’t write the song down—something he always did. Whenever he thought of a lyric, let alone an entire song, he had to write it down right away or he would lose it. “Rick”, Carl said, “that song was with me. I couldn’t get it out of my head”. He was sure John had written the song from beyond and given it to him for Paul.

Now, with the camera rolling, Carl wanted to finish the story by singing the refrain once more for posterity: My old friend won’t you think about me every now and then. . . .

And just as he hit the last chord and it began to dissolve into the dank studio air and Dominic hit the fade button on his camera, the intercom in Carl’s studio sounded.

“Carl?” It was Valda.

“And that was the little girl that answered the original phone call”, Carl said with a laugh as he reached over the soundboard to the intercom.

“Hello”.

“Paul McCartney just called”.

Carl looked at Dominic. “Val, are you kidding me?”

"I didn’t answer the phone, I was in the washroom . . .”

“What? Paul McCartney?” Dominic asked in disbelief from behind the camera.

“Paul McCartney”, Carl answered, as if he needed to say it to believe it.

“Hear me?” Val said asked obliviously.

Carl turned to the camera: “Now, listen. I’m tellin’ you guys”, Carl said. “If you think this boy has not got a connection to the spirit world . . .”

-- “Crossing Over: The Stories Behind the Stories” by John Edwards. Princess. (New York: 2001). Pages 150-151. Ch 6: Legends of Rock and Roll.

I’ve included the framing device because clearly someone acknowledging a spirit world would be something TV psychic John Edward would be interested in, shall we say, creatively embellishing. And the idea that Paul would just forget that he and Linda saw John “just days before his death” was so absurd, I wanted to dismiss the story out of hand.

But the important part was in the players involved, closer to the primary source. Rick Korn was the producer of the documentary Dear Old Friend (1993), which featured Paul and Carl Perkins. Fortunately, a video of this is available on Youtube, and they do indeed talk about the story, in a roundabout way! It starts at 31:56.

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A second version that just includes the relevant bit is available here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rn19iLYFZKw

The video cuts between Perkins in a striped pink/black/white shirt (presumably filmed earlier), and wearing a black turtleneck (which I think came from later filming). Essentially, the black turtleneck Perkins is telling the story about My Old Friend to someone behind the camera, with a few flashes back to his conversation with Paul, when they get interrupted by someone announcing the Paul McCartney just called, and everyone gets taken in by the spookiness. The story starts at 31:56, but this transcript is from 33:09 onwards:

Perkins (black turtleneck version): ...And I'm kinda sentimental so I thought, sometimes I can sing it but I can't say it. [Cut to stripped shirt version] And the night before I left, remember a little song that I wrote?

Paul: I do.

Perkins (black turtleneck version): I said... [starts to sing My Old Friend, which is a really lovely song by the way. Video cuts between the version with Paul and stripped shirt Perkins, and with black turtleneck Perkins alone.]

Perkins (black turtleneck): When I finished, he was really crying, tears falling down his face and he stepped outside. And Linda put her arms around me. She said, 'Thank you Carl. He needed that.' Lennon had been killed that prior December. It was a touching moment, and it was kind of a, a frightful moment for me.

[Woman's voice via intercom or something, presumably Val]: Carl

Perkins: And that was the little girl that answered the original phone call. Hello.

[Woman's voice]: Paul McCartney just called.

Perkins: Val, are you kidding me?

[Woman voice]: No, but I didn't answer the phone, I was in the--

[Unintelligible muttering]

Perkins: [Nods, then addresses whoever is behind the camera] Paul McCartney. [Background gasps]. Now listen, this, I'm telling you guys--

[Woman voice]: --Hear me?

Perkins: (Addresses the woman) He left his number? [Subtle cut, then he's addressing the film crew again]. Now let me tell you something, if you think that this boy has not got a connection with the spirit world--

[Cuts back to Paul and striped shirt Carl Perkins singing My Old Friend]

Perkins (turtleneck): And a friend is something you can't have too many of. A real friend is one of God's greatest gifts.

So we do have Perkins himself confirming the story that My Old Friend brought Paul to tears, and connects it to John’s murder. But the parts that are important to me are Perkins saying “a frightful moment to me” and “connection to the spirit world”, which seem like statements kind of out of left field... unless at some point, there was a conversation about the song being connected directly to John(’s spirit) that we don’t get to see on screen.

The timing really doesn’t support Rick Korn’s version of things, in that the documentary My Old Friend came out in 1993, while according to John Edwards book, this is supposed to take place 16 years after John’s death. However, though it doesn’t confirm John’s last words to Paul, it does seem to point to the song being somehow spiritual, and a lot of what is in John Edward’s book seems to be direct quotes from this filmed interview--so there is some accuracy in that chapter, at least. Which is when I came over this video:

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It was linked in the description of the video “My Old Friend Backstory”, and supposedly shows screenshots of the magazine Goldmine’s November 1998 Beatles edition, from an interview with Carl from 1996.

Well, it was something that I'll never live long enough to forget. It happened in February 1981 and as the world all knows, and never will forget, in December of 1980 when John Lennon was taken away from us, and so this was the following year, in February. I wrote the song about and for Paul McCartney. I did it because he was so kind to invite me down to this beautiful island of Montserrat with Stevie Wonder. Ringo was there, just had a wonderful time. I flew down by myself. Paul and Linda met me with a jeep on the (center) airfield with a little single engine plane and took me across the mountains we were like kids again, and it was a wonderful time, and I wanted to do... I didn't want to cry when I left after staying down there, and I'm a big crybaby! If something moves me, I'll just choke up... I can't talk about it. I thought that would happen, so the night before, I just wrote how I felt on the isle of Montserrat on every shelf, forget a country boy with a guitar and a song you invited me, and you treated me like kin, and you've given me a reason to go on. So my old friend, think about me every now and then. I sang it for Paul, at about 10:00 the next morning, I was scheduled to leave flying again in the little single engine aircraft to the island of Antigua where I was flying commercial back to Atlanta and on to Nashville and back to Jackson, where I live here [sic]. I sang it, he said "Carl, it's beautiful... would you sing it again?" and I said, "Sure, man."

He said "wait just a minute," and he got Linda in there, and they sat on the floor, I sat on his old Fender twin reverb amplifier, with a guitar, I did however notice a microphone over there. I didn't pay that much attention so it, but George Martin recorded it and after I finished singing the song to Paul, he was crying, and they're pretty to me just like they are to the rest of the world. I think he's a very handsome boy and always did. He's even handsomer when crying. And Linda said, "Carl, thank you so much." I said, "Linda, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to make you cry." She said, "But he's crying and he needed to. He hasn't been able to really break down since that happened to John." I mean he stepped outside of the room, out by the pool, and he just had his handkerchief out, and he was going at it. And she put her arm around me and said, "But how did you know?" I said, "Know what, Linda? I don't know what you're talking about." She said "There's two people in the world that know what John Lennon said to Paul, the last thing he said to him. Me and Paul are the only two that know that, but now there's three and one of them's you... you know it. [sic: no end quotation symbol]. I said, "Girl, you're freaking me out! I don't know what you're talking about! [sic] She said the last words that John Lennon said to Paul in the hallway of the Dakota building were... he patted him on the shoulder, and said, 'Think about me every now and then, old friend.'

That's just amazing...

And she said, here you are, that's what you just sang, and how did you know? And I said I didn't know it, gosh, I didn't know it. But McCartney really feels that Lennon sent me that song, he really does.

That's truly an amazing story, Carl.

Honestly, I’m kind of skeptical about the video. For one thing, the grammar and punctuation is atrocious, and I don’t know how that could have made it to publication. For another, Carl Perkins saying that Paul is extremely pretty especially when he cries feels like something out of fanfic tbh.

BUT, there’s probably not much utility in debating whether the video is fake, when there are still copies of the Nov 1998 Goldmine magazine floating around. (Just not where I can get my hands on it, SOB). That would easily be able to verify whether the video were true or not. The more interesting question would be, if the magazine did have this interview almost exactly, how likely is it to be true? Personally, I don’t see Carl Perkins would lie about this, or exaggerate this, and the fright is probably not something he would just misremember, either. I’d believe the magazine.

A striking gold primary source, though, is out of reach, as so much Beatles primary sources are. And it would be either:

1) The session tape that George Martin supposedly had running during Carl Perkins singing My Old Friend, especially if it caught Linda’s conversation afterwards

2) Whatever video footage was cut from My Old Friend (1993 documentary), or, if it exists, the footage that Dominic Ambrosio took of Carl in the 1990s talking about this story, or

3) Some other earlier source with either Linda or Paul confirming it, because I’ve seen it discussed somewhere online that Linda might have confirmed the story.

Nothing I’ve seen so far substantiates this Dakota visit being later than 1976, though. So that part was a strike-out. But anyway: if anyone manages to get a copy of Goldmine November 1998 Beatles Edition, I’d be keen to see if the interview actually exists or says any of these things!

EDIT: Thank you so much for @this-swan for providing an interview confirming Carl Perkins did indeed tell this story to an interview. Did it actually happen outside of Carl’s recollections? Who knows. But it’s certainly fun to imagine.

#paul mccartney #carl perkins #john lennon #mclennon #the beatles #rpf for ts #though it's not really rpf. or even shippy.

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wosowrites · 1 year

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Even Protectors Break Down (Sam Kerr (kinda) x Reader)

warnings: ⚠️mentions of death⚠️

a/n: so today has been the worst day of my life. but i promised i would get a fic out so here it is. couldn’t find the request, sorry.

prompt: in which the readers father passes away right before a game, and reader chooses not to tell anybody. The reader has a really bad game and when the team finds out why, they need to be there for the person that usually protects them.

The game was at 3:00.

You had to leave your appartement at 9:00

The call came at 8:37.

You had changed into your tracksuit and had done your pregame routine which consisted of making a breakfast sandwich and watching a scary movie. You were now standing in front of the mirror in the washroom, trying your hair into a tight messy bun.

Your phone, that was placed on the counter, started ringing just as you were looping an extra hair tie around your hair. You struggled to get it on, trying to not ruin your hair but also hoping you wouldn’t miss the call.

Mum, the screen read.

Your mother never called you. Your mother didn’t like you. All you had was your dad, family wise. He was kind, and calm, and loving, and never got mad at you for not being interested in the boys your mother set you up with.

You answered the call on the last ring before your mother would have given up.

"Mum?" you said, concern in your voice. Your mother answered with silence. "Mum!" you said, loudly and clearly.

"Your father got into a car crash. He didn’t make it. Funeral is in a week and I can text you is will. Or what you inherited from it. Which is basically everything. Good luck with the game today, versus Manchester City, right?" your mother said.

Good luck with the game, your mum had never wished you good luck with a game. She thought your career was stupid.

"No… no… it’s versus United," you said, calmly staring at yourself through the mirror. "Oh. My bad. Good luck," she hung up.

Processing your emotions seemed impossible. You wanted to scream, and cry, and curl up on the floor and never leave. But instead, you smiled at yourself in the mirror and took a deep breath.

You usually blasted music on the way to Cobham, where you met the Chelsea girls before leaving for Manchester, but today, the car was silent. Silent other than for the sound of the ring you wore on your index tapping against the steering wheel.

Your hands were shaking uncontrollably, which definitely wasn’t safe as you were driving on a highway.

A highway, your dad died on a highway. Probably. You couldn’t remember if your mother had specified.

You arrived at the training ground, your brain cloudy, your hands shaky, and your body numb. You had told yourself in the car that you would be keeping this to yourself to make sure the team got the win without having to worry about you.

Ever since you were young, you had adopted the ‘don’t want to be a burden' mindset. And that’s the mindset you had chosen for today as you walked into Cobham, greeted by cameras and trainers.

You put on your best smile, the one that said 'my mother didn’t just tell me my father died less than 40 minutes ago!' and then waved at the camera.

The second they couldn’t see you anymore, you let your smile drop. Nervously running your hands through your loose hair (you had ripped the bun out in the car) you walked into the changing room.

Your throat felt blocked as you smiled a tight lipped smile to the girls who said hi to you. You sat down beside Sam’s empty cubby, she was always a little late.

Sam and you had… history. And by history you meant hookup history. Sam was just always there, all the time, especially when you felt the most alone. And she made you feel… not alone. But you had never been able to venture into anything serious with her, the timing was just wrong. Yet somehow every time you told each other that it was over, you woke up in her bed.

The world around you felt cushioned. It felt like you were lying under a weighted blanket, listening to a party going on on the outside, on the other side of the blanket.

You hadn’t noticed eyes on you, zoned out instead on Millie’s number 4 jersey.

"Y/n!" a voice yelled, snapping you out of your daze. You turned your head quickly in the direction of the voice. "Mhm," you said, looking at Guro. "Are you okay?" Erin asked, all eyes on you now.

You held eye contact with her for a while, biting the inside of your cheek, licking your lips, trying to think of what to say.

"Sam’s late again. Why is she always late? Do you think she’s okay? She should really not be late," you said, standing up quickly and pulling at your fingers.

Pernille try to make a step towards you but you walked off, back out of the changing room and into the Cobham hallways.

As you turned the corner, you immediately felt a familiar body colliding with yours. "Sam! Jesus why are you so late?!" You grounded the australian, walking backwards and away from her. "I’m like, ten minutes late," she said, checking her watch and looking back up at you, sorry visible in her brown eyes.

You held eye contact with her before turning away and walking back into the changing room, met with confused looks from your teammates.

But you were saved by Emma, who walked in and started debriefing you all. Only ten minutes later, you were walking out of Cobham to board the bus on the way to Manchester. A 4h37 minute drive was ahead of you. A drive in which you would try not to break down, and then you would warm up, and try not to break down, and then play the game, and try not to break down, and then-

"Stop yelling her name it won’t do anything! Y/n…" Sams voice broke you out of your trance, her tone changing from when she talked to the team and when she adresses you.

You spun your head to the side, looking at Sam who’s hand was on your lower back. "Sorry. Bus, yeah," you said, climbing into the vehicle.

you climbed into the bus, your head spinning. the idea of being in a moving vehicle made you ill. you could only think about the fact that your father was now gone due to being in one. but honestly, you being in the bus didn’t bother you, it was the fact that all your girls, your team, your rocks were here too. that Sam was here, that Jessie was, that Magda and P who had been like mothers do you. That was made you feel as though you were going to go insane.

But you sat down in your seat, and pretended as though you were calm. Sam sat next to you, and subtly, casually put her hand on your thigh, rubbing her thumb on it. You didn’t feel her hand leave the whole, entire drive.

When you got to the Manchester United stadium, you quickly ushered the australian out of the bus, not wanting to be there at all. The only time you had taken an entire, deep breath since getting inside the bus was when you saw that all your team and all the staff was out.

But when you weren’t worried about your girls, your brain went back to your father. "Y/n, what’s going on. Your eyes look foggy… and you look pale," Sam said, trying to talk to you discreetly so that Emma wouldn’t hear.

"I am fine. Im just nervous," you lied. "Don’t lie," Sam told you, seeing right through you.

"I’m not, Sam," you said sternly before walking away from her. You spent the rest of the pre warmup looking around the field, checking the changing rooms (even if you’d been there tens of times) and then you got changed. Once a crowd started to gather, you warmed up. And then, kickoff.

It all went wrong so fast.

Your passes were way off, and as a midfielder, your attacking was off, defenders were getting past you quicker than they got around a pilon, and you were just no help whatsoever. It was a miracle that you were tied 2-2 at half.

The second you tried to walk off for halftime, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Magda. "I don’t know what’s wrong with you but you need to pull it together. Like, 30 minutes ago. Whatever is wrong, leave it off the field, got it?" The swede said. "Got it," you said.

Why Emma didn’t take you off? Another miracle. But then things escalated in the second half. Three players somehow went down with injuries and had to be taken off, so suddenly there weren’t any midfielders that could be subbed on for you. The look on the teams face when they realized they would have to play the rest of the game with you on the field made you want to die.

But you did. You tried to create better, crisper passes, and you tried to even get a shot off. But nothing was working. Nothing.

Jessie managed to slot one in in the 88th, which ended up being the last goal of the game.

When the final whistle blew, you fell to the ground immediately. Your head in your hands, you just tried to control your breathing. No need to cry on the pitch. You felt a hand on your back for what felt like the two hundredth time today. But this time, it was a red.

"It wasn’t your day today, I see that. But I also see that something is wrong. Are you okay?" Classic Ona, classic sweet spaniard.

You looked at her with wide eyes for a second. None of your team was around you, no one wanting to loose it on you. "Welp. Considering I can’t tell anyone on my team. I found out my dad died about seven hours ago and I haven’t let myself cry… or fell anything since," you said.

And then you stood up, and walked away. Which probably wasn’t the best move as Ona looked completely lost.

But the second you walked into the tunnel, you were met with Pernille who looked on edge. "Oh! Okay just, hear her out. She’s really mad. She’ll be okay but-" Pernille started saying. But then Magda turned the corner and was storming towards you. "What the hell was that? What was that? I’ve never seen a girl on this team play so badly. I’m sorry I don’t want to ruin your confidence but that was so unprofessional. Never again. Never do that again. You hear me?" Magda said angrily.

You nodded once taking in the swedes anger. Her chest was heaving, her hair was messy, her pupils were small.

She looked you up and down and then walked back into the changing room, Pernille giving you an apologetic look before hurrying after he.

You did not make it back to the locker room, instead, you found a hallway, slid down the wall and started sobbing like you never ever had before.

Locker room

Magda and Pernille were the last people to enter the Chelsea changing room. The girls were happy about the win, but they all seemed lost, and thoroughly confused about what rhe hell had happened on that pitch. But they were about to get their explanation.

Emma walked in, looking pale and teary. "Okay girls-" she cleared her throat and her eyes darted around the room. "-she’s not here. Shit. Uhm… I just got a call from y/n’s agent. Her father… he died a few hours before the game," Emma said.

Right away, Sam’s eyes widened and she jumped up. "Where is she?!" she said, panicking. "I don’t know, uh, maybe the tunnel or-"

"I yelled at her. I said… not okay things to her," Magda said. "And all this time she-" Magdalena said, her eyes unfocused as they looked at the ground.

"I don’t care! Where is she?" Sam said, looking at the captain. "She was in the tunnel last time I-"

But the striker was already off. It took her five minutes to find you, five minutes in which she felt sick and desperate, and five minutes in which you had cried so hard your nose was plugged up.

When she found you, she basically threw herself at you. She wrapped her arms around you and gently guided you to her lap. For almost forty minutes, she stroked your hair, whispered words of love and reassurance to you, and just made sure you know she was there, and that she wasn’t going anywhere.

#woso fic #woso imagine #sam kerr #chelsea fcw

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thededebean · 7 months

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Life in pictures xxx

We were doing our own thing around the house on a Saturday afternoon. It was a long week and we both needed a moment to ourselves. We didn't ignore eachother but we kept ourselves busy on our own while under the same roof.

I cleaned up the bedroom and kitchen and my boyfriend the washrooms and living areas. Equal areas. Equal contributions.

I finished the kitchen and started tidying the bedroom. Replacing the sheets after the laundry and picking up dirty clothes from the closet and floor.

I had my noise cancelling headphones on, lost in my own world. Then I heard my phone go off. A text message..... From my husband.... followed by a picture.

It downloaded.

📸It's a picture of me, struggling to fit the four corners of the fitted sheet on the corners of the bed.

I laughed. What was he up to?

Then another picture came thru. A little more compromising. My belly tightens.

I am wearing a cotton button up undone half way down my torso. 📸The second picture very clearly looked straight down my loose top as I stretched to fit the sheet, bent forward.

📸And another. Directly from behind focusing on my white panties. Tucking the top sheet under the mattress. You can see my skin tone under the thin fabric.

I sit on the freshly made bed as another comes through.

📸I am half prone off the bed reaching for the pillows on the floor. Ass up in the air.

I lay back on the bed waiting for more. A couple more come through. Buzz buzz .

📸Another picture exposes my nipples poking into the fabric of my shirt and the outline of my breasts. My face is blissfully unaware of my voyeur.

📸Then another of me reaching down to get the comforter off the floor. You can see my breasts hanging and swaying in the next few pictures.

I find my hand reaching down to my clothed mound. Hoping my own peep show continues.

📸Then I see myself get undressed. This next picture is of my bare naked ass bent over to put my dirty underwear in the hamper. I can see my exposed pucker lifted in the air.

📸Another picture is of me panty-less in front of our mirror staring at my body. Picture by picture roll in. Snapping stills of my shirt falling further off my shoulders.

Viewing pictures of my naked body and then feeling watched turned me on. I slid my finger in-between my lips. Pulling my panties to the side.

I was immeasurably wet. 📸Then I get a picture of my crotch. As just a few minutes ago I was sat in the same position.

I ran my wet fingers up to my mouth and threw my head back as to put on a bit of a show. Aware fully I was being taunted. But I wanted to tease back.

I trailed my my hand down into my shirt. Pulling at my breasts.

📸📸📸 The pictures had caught up to me in real time now. It was like watching a porn of myself. When I unbuttoned my shirt, so did the girl in the pictures.

When I slid off this shirt exposing my breasts so did she.

It was intensely hot. And to know my bf was behind this. I didn't dare look for the camera but I did agonizingly slowly pull off my panties with a few rolls around the bed to catch all angles.

I kept my eyes on the phone as I rolled onto my stomach. I lifted my ass into the air. The pictures started to roll in.

📸my wetness showed very clearly in the next set of photos as I grabbed a toy to play with.

I circled the dildo head around my butthole. Grabbing some of my juice to rub around me and the toy.

📸 The next picture was focused on my blissfully face. Eyes clearly rolled back as the dildo popped into my ass. Lip bitten down on.

I looked like I was in such pleasure.

Every time a picture came in I pushed further. Inch by inch.

I put my phone down as it continued to buzz.

I reached up in-between my legs and used my free hand to rub my pussy.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz.

No doubt that camera was capturing my dildo being pushed inside and my fingers doing their work on my pussy.

I dipped my finger into my hole then rubbed my clit. Then hole. Then clit. Then hole. Then clit. Then clit. Then clit. Then clit. Circling it until I knew it was close to let me explode.

With my whole body shaking and one or two more plunges into my asshole I moan and cry out in ecstasy. Pulling the dildo out but continuing to roll over my clit. Just riding the Saturday pleasure wave.

My phone buzzing like crazy finally stops. I feel a second phone plop beside me as I struggle to look behind me. I start to hear palpations then a cock is plunged into my gaping asshole. It only lasts for a few thrusts.

I quickly submit and tighten on the member.

Not long after my bf explodes into my butt and I can feel the strands of cum coat my insides. It's so warm and his cock feels so good. I tighten and milk everything he's got. Feeling very satisfied getting to this point.

I can't wait to see the rest of the photos and upload them to my blog. These need to be shared. I'm so hot when I'm being creeped on. And what a little voyeur for taking them.

#solo #story #metime #me #picture time #watching

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stop-pressing-e · 11 months

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The Lost Swan - Chapter 1

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/Decided to combine two chapters into one for this post since one of them is quite short. Enjoy reading!/

It started with a decapitation.

Not hers of course. She has been long decapitated to survive without her body and vice versa. This one was someone from her list. Someone she can finally cross off after taking quite a damn while to hunt down.

This was not the only execution here. Bodies littered the hall, blood splattered the walls and windows, and the probability of the cause of death is between bullets or beheadings. It’ll be impossible to get on the news as it will surely be covered up to one person's death only and no one knows who did it. But those people do. They know who has done it.

Dullahan. The infamous hitman who is rumored to be headless. Whoever was her target, they were already lost. No one has ever survived her assassination hits and no one lived to tell the tale of their survival. Whoever did lived, they were either a liar or they’ll be next.

Dullahan cleaned the blood off her axe before the hardlight disappeared and she disassembled the weapon to tuck them away. There was nothing left to do but place the head back onto the neck of the dead body and positioned it neatly so it wouldn't fall off until someone decided to investigate it. It’ll be one hell of a scare for the poor soul. By the time she leaves, the cameras will turn themselves back on and no one can know how she managed to sneak in and escape without triggering the alarm.

Ah, a magician never reveals their tricks.

The helmet, her weapons, and her jacket were packed away into the boot of the car, her robotic arm was switched to her wooden arm, and she changed out from her turtleneck crop top for a black shirt and a brown leather jacket. She tied her hair up into a high ponytail and soon pulled up her hood to shield herself from the rain. She made her way to a quaint little bar far away from the building she was once in.

Smoke hung in the air mixed with the smell of sweat and various smells of perfume and cologne.

Trish placed herself a few chairs away from the back exit and ordered herself a rum and coke. She let out a small yawn to herself, covering it with the back of her hand, right as a shot glass and her order was placed underneath her nose. Clearly she didn’t order the shot of tequila.

The bartender didn’t say who since they had to focus on their other customers needing a refill or a new drink. However, she does knows who ordered the drink for her and she’s watching the man approach her with a cheeky grin on her face. Jack Krauser sat next to her, setting his beret down and his bottle of beer next to her glass.

“How sweet of you, Jackie.” She chuckled underneath her breath.

“This is only one time, Girl Scout.” He replied back, taking a swig of his beer. “You’ve handle that kind of job well without fucking it up.”

“Oh darling, how you tend to underestimate me at times.” She chuckled once more as she raised the shot glass as a toast towards the mercenary and tossed her head back fast, and set the glass upside down. “Oh! Good stuff. Strong too.”

They said nothing during the duration of their drinking nor discussed her mission report. They were in public and they were simply blending in as civilians and a couple enjoying a moment together. No one could tell clearly but it was their knees touching each other under the bar table, the occasional glance at one another when they’re not looking at each other, and the briefest touch with their pinky finger.

“I’m heading to the washroom, love.” Trish said when she slid off her chair. “Be a dear and pay for our drinks, I’ll be back soon.” She held back a chuckle when he let out a quiet scoff underneath his breath. Krauser made sure to take a glance of her ass as she made her way to the restroom. It was quickly blocked off when someone quickly rushed themselves to the door before Trish pushed it open. Asshole.

Krauser glanced at his watch when he mentally counted down the five minutes it’ll take for her to be done. Three minutes was the quickest. It was seven minutes and Krauser was ready to check on her, knowing it was unusual for Trish to take quite a while and no one heard any commotion happening inside. He had his hand on the door to push it open when it nearly collided with his face.

“Shit sorry.” The voice didn’t belong to Trish and certainly not with that accent this person has. Their face was partly concealed with their hood and Krauser bared his teeth at them when he scowled, earning a frightened squeak from them. He caught a glimpse of their face before they made their way to the door. Trish raised an eyebrow at Krauser and let out a sigh. “Really now, love? Poor thing looks like she’s going to piss herself again.”

“What took you so long in there?” He asked her, almost giving her his commanding tone, making her half frowned in his direction, her brows furrowed together.

“Jackie, relax.” She was using his pet name again to calm him down this time. She always uses it when he gets impatient, if not almost possessive. “My stall lock had some problem so I had to ask for her help to stand guard and then she asked me to do the same. Poor thing got locked in so I had to help her out.” She patted his arm tentatively with a small assuring smile on her face. "Nothing bad but bad luck. Are you ready to leave?”

Her response earned a huff from his nostrils and he held out his palm towards her to get the car keys from her. The smile remained on her face as she gave it to him and followed him out of the bar and towards the car.

Trish’s side of the bed was empty when Krauser randomly woke to go use the bathroom. The first thing to do was to check the other room she booked using one of her aliases as a cover. The door was locked, assuming she decided to sleep there for a reason, so he knocked on it and waited. His knocks were loud enough to rouse her from her sleep and she would answer it in no time. However, there was no response. Wrinkles formed on his forehead and he was ready to grab his knife to break in.

“What are you doing, Krauser?”

Trish stood in the hallway, her head tilted in his direction, giving him the same raised brow and half frown on her face. She was still wearing his shirt he took off as sleepwear with a pair of dark jeans, sneakers, and the brown leather jacket over it. She was not wearing her wooden arm with her outfit. “You do know I have a trap installed at the foot of the door if you plan on breaking in. The key is literally at your table.”

“Where the hell did you go off to?” His voice was gruff from his slumber. His answer from her was the wave of her only hand. “Took a small walk around the area. My legs were having jitters again.” Krauser knew of her body having jitters to the point of her body parts coming undone. It has happened before and timing is unknown as it’ll happen out of the blue without warning. What Trish had told him when he had to reattach her parts back together was having one of her PTSD moments. Something he eerily understood without a question.

“I didn’t want to wake you up.” She whispered softly, looking away. “I’m sorry if I made you worry, love.” All he can do is let out a long heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Get back inside and…” “Yes?” “No nevermind. Your legs are fine now?”

She nodded her head. “Better.”

Krauser made her enter before him, leaving the door still open as she got ready to go back to sleep again. He glanced over to the balcony to take a look of the view of the parking lot and part of the motel building across them. No other lights from any of the rooms but the reception area downstairs. Icy blue eyes scanned the lot, presumably the area Trish decided to have her little walk to calm down while it was still raining.

The big question he didn’t point out was how was she not wet if she’s not carrying an umbrella on her? What was it she’s not telling him about?

#Jack Krauser #Dullahan #Jack Krauser X OC #Krauser X OC #Krauser/Dullahan #Resident Evil Krauser #The Lost Swan #Hatter's writing

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soggykookiesandcream · 10 months

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𝕟𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕣 - 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟛

Lia's POV

The crowd was loud and excited with all the students' parents and supporters. Every student's supporter was cheering... Except for mine. Yeah, he didn't come. He never will. We're all standing on the bleacher for pictures. Everyone smiles out of happiness at the camera, exchanging loving and proud glances with their loved ones while I force myself to smile at the camera. I shouldn't have hoped that he would come to my graduation. Wasn't it obvious? He's too busy for you.

"SMILE!" The photographer screams, "INTO THE CAMERA NOT AT YOUR PARENTS! COME ON! WE DON'T HAVE ALL DAY."

I smile at the camera along with the others. The blinding light of the camera makes several of us close our eyes.

"OH, COME ON!" The photographer yells to be heard over the loud crowd, "STOP CLOSING YOUR EYES! IT ISN'T THAT BRIGHT."

"IT IS!" A student screams causing everyone to burst into a fit of laughter.

"OH, THEN DON'T BLAME ME IF YOU GET UGLY PICTURES OF YOURSELF IN THE GRADUATION ALBUM," The photographer replies.

"MAYBE JUST REDUCE THE BRIGHTNESS OF THE FLASH!?" Another girl screams, "It's literally the middle of the day! The sun is high up and we don't need extra lighting."

"FINE!" The photographer gives up and turns off the flash murmuring. We all grin at his silliness and pose for the picture.

"Alright!" The principal announces, "You all can go stuff yourselves with all the food in the cafeteria. Don't forget to share! Those who wish to return home, are free to do so. I wish you all good luck."

I have nothing at home... I'd rather stay and enjoy the food and drinks. I take a plate and stuff food onto it and settle on a table with my usual group of friends.

"Lia!" One of them exclaims, "Where's Jungkook?"

I wanted to roll my eyes but I smile to avoid drama on the last day I'll ever be seeing this college, "He didn't show up."

"Oh, that's bad," she smirks, "Maybe he's cheating on you."

I shake my head with a smile. Bitches... They're talking to me only to get closer to Jungkook. The only thing they talk to me about is Jungkook.

"Where is he then?" She asks.

"Busy, office," I reply with a short answer.

"You really should confront him," she suggests, "It's okay even if you fight, you need to be clear about your relationship status. What if he isn't interested in you anymore? You should ask."

I scoff mentally. So I fight, break up with him and you can shoot your shot? No. I nod slightly digging at my food with chopsticks. She even ruined my appetite... Great.

"Is my makeup okay?" She whispers, "In case Jungkook shows up, I need to look good."

"You're gorgeous!" The other one whispers, "He'll definitely notice you."

"Yeah for being a bitch," I murmur.

"You said something?" She asks.

"I need the bathroom. I'll be back," I leave the table and walk towards the school entrance. Suddenly I hear screams and loud noises from the seating area. I turn around and look to see everyone running around and tackling each other. What? What the hell are they doing? I squint my eyes to see what was going on when suddenly I hear ruffling in the bushes. I whip my head in that direction to see a struggling man. His face was rotten and his joints were weirdly twisting. I step back. What the hell is that? The man's grey eyes shoot up at me and he gives me a nasty snarl. Oh, hell no. I turn on my heels and run to the cafeteria to find my friends but the cafeteria was in the same condition, everyone thrashing around with rotten bodies attacking everyone and crawling on the ground. I turn around to see the same man chasing me. I run into the school and down the halls. I enter the washroom and lock it. I hear gasps and pained cries in one of the stalls.

"W-who is that?" I ask, stuttering.

"Help!" She cries and I open the stall.

She was clutching onto her bleeding, black hand and crying, "Help, it hurts."

"Your a-arm- It's black," I inform her.

"Call someone," she cries, "It hurts!"

"Okay, wait," I nod and turn on my phone in a hurry. I call the ambulance but the line wasn't available. I panic and look at her crying.

"It's gonna be okay," I try to calm her down, "Do you want anything?"

She just foams from her mouth instead of replying. I panic and shake her. I don't know what to do- I hear a knock from the outside and I run and open the door to see our principal.

"You! Are you okay?" She asks panting, "Run and go home! I've informed all parents-" She couldn't finish before something tackled her as she screamed. I panic and run out of the bathroom to be met by a group of snarling people. I shiver and tears start flowing down my cheeks out of fear. I turn round the corner to the classrooms and try to get in but all of them were locked. I bang at a few doors to get but it was of no use. I see the group of rotten bodies with dislocated joints run to me. I start running forward and find my locker. I quickly put in the locker code and get inside closing the door and locking myself inside. The group of things run past me and I shiver in my locker trying to pull my phone out of my pocket. I pull it out and call Jungkook. Please pick up, please. The line keeps ringing but he does not answer the call. I cry out in frustration.

"Jungkook, please pick up the call," hot tears rush down my cheeks and neck, "Please just let me know you're okay."

"Please pick up the call!" I yell into the phone.

"Please be okay," I sob, "Please answer and tell me you're okay."

"I don't even want to know what is going on if you aren't."

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