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3-2-whump · 1 month

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The New Intern

A shorter chapter, set three months after Escape Attempt Last

Heckin' big shoutout to @whumped-by-glitter for helping me talk out some plot points and develop my OCs' struggles a little better, you're awesome for that!

TW/CW: minor whump, pet whump, physical abuse towards a minor (mentioned)

“So, I come home today,” Thomas began, drinking and playing pool with his underboss, consigliere, and capos late at night. “Exhausted from negotiating with that upstart gang on the East Side, stressing about our loss of gambling revenue from our partners, and generally just on edge, and what do I come home to find?” The billiard balls clattered discordantly across the table, rolling around on their haphazard trajectories. “Khaled, that little shit, had left all the taps on! Every last one! My apartment, flooded!” He threw back another shot as he let Luca have a turn at the pool table. “And after I finished beating him black and blue, the only excuse the boy could give was ‘I was bored!’ Can you believe that? Bored?!” he complained.

The rest of the guys exchanged terse glances between themselves.

“Well,” the Boss snapped, “I know you want to say something, so say it! We’re all friends here, aren’t we?”

“Fine then, friend,” Consigliere Michael answered, “You’re an idiot if you didn’t see this coming!”

“I agree,” Jaime chimed as he threw back his shot. “The poor kid has been cooped up in your home, by himself, all day, for the past fifteen months; we’re all honestly surprised something like this hasn’t happen sooner!”

“Nobody would keep a dog in a cage all day,” Michael added, striking the cue ball into his intended targets. Thomas winced at the blunt comparison. He’s not wrong, though, he realized.

“Tom, buddy, we’ve known you your whole life, practically,” Luca appealed. “Some of us even knew you in those years, and we still stuck by you. We know you got him as a sort of penitence exercise, but we think you’re smart enough to know it is not enough for you to just keep him alive.” Meanwhile, Jaime chalked up the tip of his cue, then leaned over to make his shot. “The boy needs to see other people, to have structure, to be surrounded by English-speakers if his language proficiency is ever going to improve!”

Jaime sent the billiard balls clacking across the table. Thomas sighed, realizing (a little too late) that they were completely right. “Well, what do you suppose I do? It’s not like I can just bring him to work with me, right?”

“Gentlemen, this is Khal, my new intern. He is going to be working closely with me for the foreseeable future.”

Khaled bristled beside him, feeling uncomfortable in the stiffly pressed black dress shirt and black slacks. Every eye in his master’s conference room was on him. Those that knew who he was arched their brows as they gave their Boss sly smiles of approval. Those that did not know who he was pared him down with their scrutinizing glares. He gave a curt nod, acknowledging the crowd of high-ranking members of the Organization. He replayed the Rules in his head as he tuned out the rest of the meeting. Lucky for me, Master only has a few: one, when invited to sit, sit on the floor, preferably at Master’s feet. He briefly paused his recitation to wonder just how much Rule One would be enforced while at work, with other people watching. Two, speak only when spoken to, especially at work. Three, speak English only. And the new Rules, he remembered, made specifically for their new circumstances: only refer to Master as ‘Boss’ or ‘Sir’ while I’m at work with him, and tell no one what I truly am. As far as they know, I am his intern, I was hired through a temp agency, and that is all they need to know.

“Khal…Khaled!”

He snapped back into the present, only to see Master –Boss, he meant –staring at him expectantly. His heartbeat quickened as he realized he zoned out longer than he intended to. Of course, there was the ever-present unspoken Rule, the Rule above all other Rules:

‘Don’t embarrass me.’

He gulped down the dryness in his throat. “S-sir?”

“Come on, I need to show you the rest of the office,” Boss said. Khaled looked around the conference room; nearly everyone had filed out at this point, leaving him dumbly standing on the far end of the room as the Boss gestured impatiently out the door. Wordlessly, he offered a quick nod and hung his head as he followed him.

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gvf-imagine · 4 years

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Greta Van Fleet Preferences

HOW YOU MEET

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Danny:

How you meet

“Ill be out here when you're ready to show me” your friend calls , knocking on your dressing room door. You give a simple “ok” as a reply and begin to undress. You're going to a wedding this weekend and your friend is helping you find something to wear, she found her dress weeks ago, you struggled in the fashion department.

Your eyes fell on the dress your friend had picked out for you. It was a very gentle pink color and came down to your mid thigh, it was tight not flowy which was far from your normal attire. It looked nice enough but the price tag frightened you. You pulled it off the hanger and shimmied into it. Honestly, you thought you looked great, perhaps you should step outside your comfort zone more often when it came to clothing. The dress hugged your curves , which made you feel insecure but it's a wedding so no one will be looking at you, all eyes on the bride, hopefully. You fix your hair and pose for yourself, it was comfortable, surprisingly. Ok time to show her.

“So what do you think of this one? I kinda like it!” you say as you swing the changing room door open, your gaze looking down at the dress.

“Yeah you look great” a man's voice responds, your heart jumps and you lift your head quickly. Your face burns red as your friend is nowhere in sight. In her place is a tall dark haired man casually looking through some belts. Your shoulders drop as you curse yourself. Idiot.

“Oh i'm sorry! My friend said she'd be waiting out here for me” you reply with a smile, trying to pretend like you didnt feel like throwing yourself off a bridge. The man chuckles “oh yeah she left , said there was a cute guy that walked by” he answered looking towards the front of the store. God that is just like her, chasing after some dude.

“It really does look nice on you” the man says again. You smile and look down at yourself “you think so? I usually don't wear this sort of thing, but i'm going to a wedding” you explain with a chuckle. He nods, his eyes have not left you.

“Yeah you look awesome, I think you should get it” he speaks reassuringly.

“Holy fuck!” you exclaim then quickly cover your mouth, you didn't mean to be that loud. The man laughs and steps closer to you as you look at the price tag hanging from the hem of the dress.

“This fuckin thing is 400$?! Jesus christ , I could make my own dress for 50$” you joke. Your shoulders sink, you really wanted this dress. The man laughs loudly.

“You're funny,” he chimes. He looks at your face, painted with disappointment.

“Hey I could - I could buy it for you” he offers. You look at him in awe.

“Its…….400 dollars….Why would you do that for me? You dont have to do that its just a stupid dress im sure I can find a cheaper one” You respond waving his idea away with your hand.

“It's ok , I can afford it, I want you to have it” he insists. You don't know what to say , you just look at him.

“On one condition though” he adds with a smile.

“Yeah what?” you ask.

“You have to take me as your date” he says shyly

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Jake:

Ok just breathe, you're fine , everythings fine. You tell yourself as your heart pounds in your chest. You were at an amusement park and about to go on the biggest roller coaster they had due to a dare from your friends, who were watching safely from the ground. Some random man is sitting in the seat beside you as two people had to share a cart. He didn't seem nervous and you wished you could be as relaxed as him.

“Hey are you alright?” he asks , as if he knew you were thinking about him.

“Oh um yeah im-im ok” you lied your mouth going dry. He smiles at you and watches you for a moment.

“Are you though? Cuz your leg is shaking pretty vigorously there” he points out, his eyes falling to your body. You hadn't even noticed you were bouncing your leg anxiously.

You stop.

“I'm sorry , I'm just a bit nervous I suppose, I'm kind of scared of roller coasters” you explain with a sheepish smile.

“Kinda weird to go on the biggest one here then right?” he responds you chuckle at his remark.

“Yeah my friends dared me, they are down there” you say pointing in their direction. He looks down and sees a small group of people looking up at you. The wind blew and you looked up at the clouds in search of comfort and solace.

“Well My Name is Jake, and i've been on this ride a million times, you're going to be ok” He says with a reassuring tone of voice. He could sense how scared you actually were even though you tried your hardest to shrug it off.

“Thanks Jake…..that helps. I’m (y/n) by the way its nice to meet you.” you reply smiling, feeling slightly better. Jake was a good distraction, he was gorgeous, chestnut brown hair that fell to his broad shoulders. Enticing eyes that made you wanna know more about him and his voice was sweet and soothing. You couldn't help but wonder what he thought about you. The feeling of the ride jolting under you ripped you from your daydream like state.

“Oh fuck” you mutter , feeling your heart rate rise again. Jake smiles and grabs your hand gently.

“It's gonna be ok” he smiles

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Sam:

Finally it was time to go to study hall, your last class of the day. You used this class to get your assignments from the day done. You headed to your desk but something catches your eye on your way. You look down at another student , you wracked your brain trying to remember his name. He was reading one of your all time favorite books, which surprised you , most people hadn’t even heard of the book before. You had to say something.

“Hey! I love that book” you say with a smile. The guy looks up at you with an equally excited facial expression.

“Oh yeah , it’s a great book, this is like the third time I’ve read it” he replies. You laugh, and nod.

“Yeah it’s such an awesome book, I’ve never met another person that likes it” you say.

“Sorry what was your name again?” You add.

“I’m Sam” he smiles.

“I’m (y/n)” you introduce , you both look in each other’s eyes and appreciate that moment. His eyes glinted with interest making you blush.

“Uh well maybe we could get together some time and talk about the book” he says stuttering slightly, moving his hair from his face gracefully, you watched it as it fell to his sides like a curtain.

“That would be awesome, here I’ll give you my number” you say quickly fishing for a piece of paper from your back pack. You jot your number down in neat hand writing and handed it to him. He looked so happy, he thanks you as he takes the paper.

“Alright class sit down” the teacher announces as she enters the room. You look to her and then back down to Sam before gesturing towards your seat, Sam nods and winks at you before you take your seat.

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Josh:

Your eyes scanned the shelves looking for Almond flour, you were going to try your hand at making home made macarons. You loved to bake , you did it whenever you had free time and you never made the same thing twice. You smile when your eyes land on the last bag of almond flour , you happily pluck it from the shelf until you see the ridiculous price tag. Why is healthy shit so expensive? You shook your head at the thought and made your way down the aisle. You looked up seconds before a man was about to bump into you, neither of you saw each other.

“Oh sorry” you say taking a step to your right , you laugh as he takes a step to his left thus getting in your way again.

“Oops” he chimes stepping to the other side the same time as you.

“I’ll go left you go right” you giggle , he thinks to himself , eyes looking up to the ceiling before taking a step in the wrong direction.

“No your other right” you laugh. He smiles “sorry” he says palming his forehead.

“No worries” you reply stepping around him.

“Oh hey!” He calls a second later.

“I think you dropped this” he adds holding out a package of frosting bags.

“Oh thanks” you smile grabbing them from him, his eyes fall to your basket of items.

“Oh thanks” you smile grabbing them from him, his eyes fall to your basket of items. You tuck your hair behind your ears and look down at your basket as well.

“Uh well I like to bake yeah - I- I don’t know if I would go as far as to say I’m a baker” you chuckle.

“Do you bake a lot?” He asks simply.

You nod.

“Well that sounds like a baker to me” he smiles with a curt nod.

“Yeah good point , you got me there” you reply , you could feel your cheeks warming , you were blushing but you weren’t sure why.

“Are you a baker as well?” You ask.

“Oh no I should not be allowed near an oven” he jokes “I’m just lost, you wouldn’t happen to know where the Oreos are would you?” He asks gesturing towards the store.

“Oh yeah they’re in Aisle 12” you chime pointing in the general direction.

“Cool thanks” he smiles.

“Ya know I actually have an event coming up for a friend, I don’t know if maybe you’d wanna bake a cake for him? It’s for his birthday , we’re having a surprise party ” he explains somewhat haphazardly.

“I’d pay you” he adds.

Sold.

“Sure I’d love to!-“ you begin.

“Ok cool, so should we like exchange info?” He asks , his pointer finger gesturing from him to you.

“Yeah that’s a good idea , that way we can over specific details like size and flavor of the cake” you nod as he pulls his phone out. You recite your number to him and his eyes flicker up to you

“What’s your name?” He asks softly.

“Oh sorry! I’m (y/n)” you answer.

“(Y/n) cool ,I’m Josh” he smiles.

Josh.

Later you’re in your apartment, the delicate scent of raspberry macarons fills the air as they cool on your counter.

Your phone beeps in your pocket and you slip it out.

“Hey it’s Josh from the baking aisle, there is no event. I think you’re super pretty...and that’s why I wanted your number but I wasn’t sure how to ask. I hope you aren’t mad , I just didn’t know how to ask” You read the message and smile, and honestly you were kind of relived he was fibbing. Catering events made you nervous.

“Thanks Josh! Of course I’m not mad, I totally understand being nervous about stuff like that” you reply.

“Oh good, if I ever do need a cake you’ll be the first person I ask” he texts back , you smile.

“Ya know I actually just took some macarons out of the oven, wanna come over and be my taste tester?” You send back. Your heart warms at the thought of making a new friend , and a cute one at that.

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allqueenspeople · 5 years

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Calling All The Girls!

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I wrote this in one sitting so I feel pretty great! If you want to be tagged, just leave a comment.

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Chapter 8

Blair felt her smile melt in disappoint at the four words she least expected to hear from Roger.

“But, just as friends.”

A crestfallen look fell upon Blair's face as she struggled to find a reply to Rogers statement.

“That's fine,” Blair chuckled nervously, “I was talking about us becoming closer friends! Not a relationship. Well, Brandi has a huge test tomorrow so, I have to go.” And with one last dejected smile, Blair turned on her heels and walked back to the bar in search of Brandi.

Blair was humiliated. She hadn’t felt this deflated in a while, and his words stung; she had really liked him. Somewhere in Blair’s mind she had thought Roger liked her back, he gave all the signals of reciprocating feelings; Blair didn't know what to think about Roger, and why he acted the way he did.

As Blair was looking for Brandi in the overly crowded bar, Blair felt a quick tap on her shoulder, and someone clearing their throat.

“Hey Blair.”

Blair slowly turned around to find an all too familiar person standing in front of her.

“Hello Ethan.”

Blair was filled with uncertain emotions; emotions she's never experienced before. She was still upset about Roger, and now Ethan showed up, and it was just piling more feelings on top of the ones she already did not want.

“What are you doing here Ethan?” Blair shifted uncomfortably on her feet letting her eyes wander anywhere but on Ethan’s face.

“I wanted to talk, and I remembered you were hanging out with the drummer, so I figured you'd be here tonight.”

Blair's eyes snapped to Ethan’s, and found a genuine look in his eyes, “Please Blair.”

She gave him a curt nod leading him out of the bar into the fresh air and the protection of the night sky.

“Okay, talk.”

“Blair, what I did to you was the worst thing anyone could have done to someone; i did even mean it either! I wanted more than anything to be with you. I didn't want to leave you.”

Blair stumbled back at his words and she felt her heart beat speed up at the direction of the conversation. She took a deep breath at let out an exasperated sigh.

“Then why did you?”

“My parents threatened to exile me out of their lives, and at the time I didn't want that. I mean, they're my parents, but the second I left you standing in the park I knew I made a mistake. I knew that choosing my parents over the love of my life was the stupidest decision.”

“Why didn't you come back? Why did you wait a year and a half to tell me this! Ethan, I was depressed for six months! I couldn't go to class, I couldn't eat, all I could do was sleep,” Blair shifted her eyes from the moon to Ethan’s; his eyes were brimmed with tears, and Blair couldn't help but have a pang in her heart.

“I tried. Once I realized what I had done, I went straight to your apartment to find you, but Brandi answered the door, and she wouldn't let me in. She told me to never come see you again, that I ruined any chance to save what we had.”

Blair hesitantly took Ethan's hand in hers and peeked up at Ethan’s expression. Much to her surprise he had looked downhearted as he took in deep breaths as a small stream of tears stained his cheek. She felt him squeeze her hand and with his other he gently cupped her cheek.

Blair felt her heart swell with elation, and she felt all her melancholy feeling slowly dissolve away. She hadn't felt this good since, well, he date with Roger and even now she felt better than before. A huge wave of her old feelings for Ethan crashed over her the minute she took his hand and Blair didn't mind.

“Blair.”

Ethan's voice pulled Blair out of her thoughts and she gave him a small smile, “yes?”

“Be my girlfriend again. I won't leave you; you're all I care about.”

Blair voice got caught on her throat and all she could do was give him a multiple nods and grin. Blair felt her hand go cold as Ethan cupped her other cheek and gently pressed his lips to hers. The connection she felt was better than she remembered and she was drinking in every second they were kissing.

“Blair?”

Blair pulled herself away from Ethan, looking to the doorway to find Brandy looking at her in confusion.

“Blair, would you like to explain?”

Blair hesitantly walked toward Brandi, “listen Brandi, Ethan apologized, and he meant it; he really did. Also, you know I still had feelings for him, and he just confessed he did to, so- were back together.”

“What about Roger?”

Blair rolled her eyes and let out a huff, “He didn't like me, he was just leading me on. I don't do casual, i'm in it for a relationship, and with Ethan,” Blair looked over her shoulder at Ethan with a smile grazing her lips, “I see it lasting.”

Brandi uncrossed her arms and let her rigid body loosen as she took Blair into a hug.

“B, I’ll support you know matter what boy you want to date.”

Blair sighed in relief as Brandi pulled away from the hug. “What do you say about going back inside? The nights still young and there's still so pretty awesome bands who are playing tonight.”

Warmth spread up Blair’s arm as Ethan took her hand already leading her back inside. The crisp fall air was quickly replaced with hot air, but her ears began pounding to the rhythm of the music.

As she excused herself to get a drink Blair caught a glimpse of Freddie at the bar, who seemed to be glancing at Blair multiple times.

Blair bounded over to him and gave him a soft smile, “Hey Fred.”

“Who’s that?”

Blair was thrown of for a second by Freddie’s abrasive attitude, but she quickly shook it off and widen her smile.

“That's Ethan. My boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend? What about Roger.”

Blair wiped the smile off her face and gave Freddie a hard look, “Roger just told me he didn't like me, as I was leaving I ran into my ex, he confessed he still loved me and I realized I did too, so we got back together.”

She watched as Freddie’s faced morphed from confusion to anger, and she was afraid that the anger was directed toward her.

“Blair, don't take my anger towards you. I’m happy for you, but I'm not happy with Roger. What an idiot!”

Blair chuckled as Freddie kept rambling on about Roger being stupid and that he didn't deserve her anyway. Blair quickly glanced over her shoulder at Ethan and Brandi and stood up from her stool, “Fred I have to get going, but thank you.”

Freddie gave her a quick kiss to her cheek and accompanied it with a even quicker hug, “Blair please come to out gig next week, a big shot from a record company is coming to watch us, and I would love to have you there.”

“Of coarse Freddie! I wouldn't miss it for the world!”

Blair and Freddie both walked away from the bar and Blair felt on top of the world. She was back with the man he loved, and her friends accept that which made her feel so much joy she felt she would explode. She couldn't ask for better friends or a better boyfriend.

There was always a small part of her heart that still loved Ethan even after he left, and Blair would never shake it, but she was glad she didn't because he came back to her; he came back just like she always knew he would.

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