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Bunny Ears (Part 5) ~William Afton X F! Reader~
~Hello, hello hello! I hope you're all enjoying this little more fluffy story so far. Some of your tags kill me when I see reblogs and I appreciate them so much! Also I am so sorry that this one is exceptionally long!~
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Tag List: @ruh--roh-raggy @h4nluv @sleepy---head @do-double-g @confiscated-peaches-main @dij-ology @viviennemuerte @robin-the-enby @shari-berri @randymeeksisafinalgirl @hallow1090
Cw: CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine (more to be added). Faz-Fuck TM
True to William Afton's word, you were placed on office duty for at least a week before you could return to normal work. Henry had even drive you to the local pharmacy after work and loaded your bike up onto the back of his car, buying you a soft wrist compress and some painkillers despite your protests and insisting that you would be being driven to and from work by either him or William for the duration of your 'light duties'. There were no ifs or buts allowed from either of them, Henry once caught you trying to walk to work and you had spent an hour in his office listening to him lecture you on why it was such a bad idea. You could have sworn that he nearly cried several times during it.
You had decided to try your luck walking in again today, knowing that the pair would be looking for your Freddy's uniform and your bike, you decided to place a thin jacket over the top to mask it, hair tied up and a hoodie beneath the jacket, hood pulled up as if you weren't sweating in the heat. Twirling your wrist back and forth as you tried to avoid it locking up with the compressive bandage on, you were lost in your own thoughts as you walked. It was sufficiently early in the morning that you were sure that neither of them would spot you even if they happened to be driving out.
Suddenly you heard a voice calling your name, and of course like a fool you stopped and turned your head. Spotting a car that you hadn't heard cruise up besides you and come to stop, blinking as you took in the black colour muscle car that you probably didn't know much about if your life depended on it before your eyes fell onto the owner who had climbed out of the door. Paling as you watched William Afton lean against the door with his arms crossed across his chest.
"M-Mr. Afton, you look...nice..this morning." You complimented, which he truly did, although it wasn't his usual colours that he wore to work. Still wearing his black slacks, he wore a Spring Bonnie shade of yellow shirt, the sleeves rolled up and a purple tie on. Pushing his glasses up his nose, he scowled although you could see some amusement in his eyes.
"That shit works on Henry, not me. So, it's a little early for a walk isn't it?" He almost growled your name at the end, making you feel slightly weak at the knees and your stomach sink as you began to realise how much trouble you were about to be in with the taller, older man. Opening your mouth as if to speak before he raised a large hand, finger up to shush you.
"Get in the fucking car, don't make me chase you cause I will assure you, you will get your cardio for the month in if that's the case." Staring into your soul, scuffing your shoes on the pavement as you reluctantly moved to the passenger side, William turned to watch you, your fingers on the door handle before you looked back at him, offering him a sheepish smile.
"Don't you mean get in the faz-fucking car, sir?" You could see his lips quirk at the corners and the joke clearly hit somewhere to make him amused, but he remained otherwise serious as he began to stride round to your side, brushing against your back as he opened the door for you and gestured for you to get in.
"No, I mean get in the fucking car young lady, I'm already thinking on how to punish you for making me do this shit." The thought of him punishing you made you shiver and blush, realising that you imagined his large calloused hands on you for a brief moment and feeling incredibly embarrassed. Not that you hadn't been thinking about the glimpse of him shirtless that you had gotten a few days before.
He climbed into his side with a practised ease, cracking his neck slightly and sighing as he put the car into gear, pulling off and heading towards Freddy's. You sunk into your seat as you heard him mutter to himself.
"Henry is not going to let me live this one down." Sounding slightly bitter about it, you raised and eyebrow and looked at him quizzically.
"What is Mr. Emily not going to let you live down?"
"He... I told him you were probably going to try some shit like this this morning, and he told me to lighten up, that you wouldn't after the lecture he gave you about being safe." He groaned, one hand on his thigh and the other on the steering wheel as his eyes darted about the roads, purposely avoiding yours. "He's going to call it my fucking 'dad sense' or some shit and call me old."
"Well sir, you are like...five years older than me?" You guessed, being a bit generous to try and win him over a bit more, causing the man to snort and look at you, pointing at his greying temples with his free hand.
"Does this look like five years to you? If so, wow your future is looking bleak. More like ten and even that is depressing enough." William sighed, running a hand through his hair and concentrating on the roads again. Cranking up the radio so that the rest of your drive would be in silence.
Arriving at Freddy's, William got out first and opened your door for you, hovering a few steps behind as he escorted you into the building where it seemed eerily quiet. You were there a lot earlier than usual and most of the staff hadn't arrived yet for morning duties. But walking through the empty halls with William, you didn't feel unsafe or uneasy doing so. Though you felt your stomach twisting into knots as you approached the offices together, knowing that Henry would be disappointed in you before you even saw his face, you tried to remain positive that whatever the two of them could come up with for the day couldn't be that bad.
"Morning Mr. Emily." You chirped, making the man sat at his desk smile as William unlocked his office behind you. Watching him run a hand through his curly hair and leaning back, eyes bright as always despite the early start.
"Morning miss..." Your name trailed off as he looked at you, suddenly squinting before his eyes widened, conflicted between a frown and a smile as he looked between you and William.
"Don't say it Henry." William warned, not needing to turn around to know what was about to be said by his business partner. Although you watched Henry almost bouncing excitedly at his desk.
"You totally used your dad sense! God you're so old William." He teased, making the taller man sigh and tip his head back in frustration.
"Henry, you're older than me." He retorted, opening his office door finally and stepping inside, flicking on the lights and scowling slightly as he rubbed at his face, disturbing his glasses and messing with his hair again before he ran his fingers through it and fixed it again.
"So, you're still a dad!" Making William sigh in annoyance as he looked at you, almost pleading for the happiness of his friend to dispel for just one moment to give him peace. Raising an eyebrow and gesturing to you to step into his office, your name sounding too pretty from him as he spoke again.
"You can spend the day with me sweetheart, I figure being bored to death by the more technical side of this job might be a better punishment than a lecture." Afton shrugged, making you look between the excitedly bouncing Henry and the calmer of the pair, and quietly choosing to be in for a chance of peace rather than seeing Henry tear up again as he lectured you again like you were his daughter.
"See you later Mr. Emily." You smiled, waving to him and stepping into William's office and hearing the door close behind you, William stepping around you with his fingers brushing your back to let you know where he was whilst he moved.
Compared to the explosion of children's drawings, family photos and colour that made up Henry Emily's office, William Afton's was much more organised in its own chaotic fashion. The main wall had a large pin board hung up on it, with neatly organised and spaced mechanical and electric diagrams for various animatronics and projects pinned up on seemingly colour coded pins that only he knew the order of. Two photo frames hung up too, one with William and a young blonde girl in a tiny turtleneck and cardigan, holding a toy Spring-Bonnie, the edge of the photo clearly cut as a mystery hand floated on the girl's shoulder, opposite to William. The other was a slightly younger Afton and Henry, arms wrapped around each other's shoulders and each holding the head of their animatronic suit under their arms, you could vaguely make out a building that said 'Fredbear's Family Diner' in the background.
The rest was fairly standard, except for the pile of animatronic parts and tools that laid scattered amongst the paperwork on his desk, all dark colours, including curiously a couch that was pushed up against one wall. The leather cracked and worn, a pillow set up on one of the arms and a faded blanket folded neatly over the back.
'Does he sleep in his office?' You thought as you looked at it, brow furrowing before you took a seat opposite Afton, trying to see what he was up to even if you didn't understand.
"So, you're a dad Mr. Afton?" You asked, breaking the silence and hearing a 'hmm' coming from the man before he looked up, brow furrowed in concentration and clearly having not heard your question. You gestured to the picture on the wall with the girl, smiling softly as you looked between it and him.
"Oh, yes! That's my little girl, Vanessa." He said, a bit of pride creeping into his voice as you noticed his left thumb moving against his ring finger, a lump forming in your throat as you noticed the glint of a gold wedding band on the finger. Of course he was married, what woman wouldn't want to marry somebody like him? Business owner, good looking, good with kids.
"She looks adorable." You commented, tearing your eyes away from his hand back to the picture, trying to spot which of his features she might have inherited.
"Yeah, probably haven't been the best dad to her but I try." Glancing back down at his paperwork and clearing his throat, he wondered why he opened up to you so easily. But he supposed he knew somewhat where he stood with you, you were easily flustered by him but you had genuine care about him and Henry it seemed. His thumb continued to twirl the ring on his finger absently, eyes unfocused as he wondered if he should mention his soon-to-be-ex wife to you, but decided against it.
William looked up at you again and offered a warm smile, adjusting his glasses on his nose before running a large hand through his hair again. Something he often did when he was somewhat nervous, although he wasn't entirely sure why he felt that way around you. Taking a moment when you looked away from him again to admire the way your eyes looked, their rich vibrant colour, the way your eyelashes fluttered as you breathed slowly and deeply. He swore at himself internally as he swallowed, his throat suddenly feeling dry as he realised what he was thinking about you.
"Oh, before I forget, I collected these for you to look through." He chuckled, snapping him and you out of the reverie each of you had fallen into, opening a desk drawer and pulling out a stack of papers, some crinkled around the edges and messy, making you raise an eyebrow as you gingerly took them, pausing as you saw your name written in childish crayon on the top one.
Your fingers brushed the crayon markings like they were some ancient script that you had to be careful with. Flicking onto the next one, and the one after, your heart melted as you spotted a pattern to them.
'The day --- saved Spring Bonnie'
'--- Helping Spring Bonnie!'
'--- and Spring Bonnie'
The childish spellings and writing made your name incredibly hard to read on most of them, but you felt your eyes welling up as you carefully leafed through each sheet of paper and spent time looking at childish drawings of you and Spring Bonnie holding hands, or trying to help him up. There weren't many in the pile, but enough to make your lip quiver and your eyes feel hot and prickle with tears.
"I've got some too, children keep giving them to Henry or me and asking if we know Spring Bonnie or you and can we 'please give them to them?'. I thought you might like to know that you and Spring Bonnie are officially considered the best of friends by the kids." He smiled warmly as he noticed how you stared at the drawings with such emotion. William felt his fingers twitching as he wanted to reach out and comfort you, but he remained professional as he didn't know how you would feel about that.
"Thank you sir, this is-"
"William, you can call me William when we're alone." He interrupted, smiling lopsidedly as you glanced up at him, your cheeks burning up slightly as he gave you that sweet, warm smile that made the edges of his eyes crinkle slightly and of course, the idea that you could address him so informally made the butterflies reappear in your stomach.
"Then thank you, William, may I keep one?" You asked, taking care to say his name rather than addressing him as your boss. His smile grew a little as he heard you saying his name for the first time, his own chest tightening at the sound and he nodded his head, gesturing to the stack in your hands.
"Please, take as many as you want sweetheart. I'll grab us some coffee whilst we work."
Standing from his desk, he towered over you, his hand hovering near to your still lightly bruised shoulder before he thought better of it, heading for the door and turning the handle, pulling it so that it would open.
But it didn't.
Trying again, the door rattled and shook, but refused to budge. Frowning, William braced himself with his other hand against the frame and yanked, worried about breaking the door but no matter what he tried to do it to it, it wasn't budging. Eyes widening as he realised that you were trapped together, pressing his ear to the door and listening hard, he could faintly hear the sounds of the pizzeria filling with screaming kids and music already.
"Well....Fuck." He sighed.
~~
Both of you had tried the door for twenty minutes before William picked up the phone and pressed it to his ear, dialling quickly and hearing the thing ring a few times before a familiar voice answered him in it's usual cheery tone.
"'Yello?"
"Henry! Thank fuck, me and -"
"William, what have we said about swearing on property?" Henry chuckled as he stood in the end of the employee hallway, listening to the phone call and making sure to keep quiet enough so that William wouldn't suspect where he was, glancing out into the dining room.
"Faz-fuck that, you stupid bonnie-bitch! Me and," he said your name in the angriest tone you had ever heard on him, and even though you knew it wasn't directed at you, it made your stomach turn and body shake with anxiety at what was about to happen. "are trapped in my office, the door's stuck! Come fucking help us, or I swear to god Emily, I will force you into one of the working animatronics."
Henry couldn't help but grin at William's threats, knowing that he was really pissed if he was calling him by his last name, but Henry also knew that nothing was really meant by it. Looking out into the hall, he could see everything was running smoothly and that the staff were handling it all well despite being one down for the day.
"I'll be right there Afton, I'm just sorting something out and I'll be there in a moment." Feigning concern as he hung up on the larger man, straightening his tie and clipping his phone to his belt, turning it off so it wouldn't ring again as he headed back out into the diner, greeting parents and kids with vigour as he went.
William slammed the phone down and groaned, taking his glasses off and rubbing his face with his hands, elbows on his desk as you tried not to panic at the idea of being trapped in such a small space for potnetially the rest of the day. Your leg bouncing and heel tapping the floor as you brought your fingers to your mouth, ready to bite at your nails as you avoided looking at the handsome man opposite you. Seeing him with his hair messed up made you want to run your fingers through it and return it to normal for him, but you knew he was a married man and that you couldn't do such a thing to him.
"Good job we have a bathroom and a mini-fridge in here." He laughed, somewhat bitterly as he knew Henry would find some distraction that meant he wasn't going to be there as soon as they both wanted.
You felt your eyes prickling again, and your hands trembled as you realised that you were stuck. Sniffling lightly and trying to hide your concern and fear from William as you sat in the uncomfortable chair opposite him. The large man noticed however and he looked up, frowning as he heard the sound and feeling his heart melting as he noticed you trying not to cry infront of him. Standing up, he made his way around his desk and crouched infront of you, wincing slightly as his knees popped lightly at the movement but turning your chair so that you could see him and he could see your bowed head properly.
"Hey hey! Sweetheart, bunny, why are you crying? Is being in the same room as me for a while really that awful?" He teased slightly, trying to get you to smile, you choked out a laugh as you wiped at your eyes, trying to get them to stop watering.
"N-No, it's your terrible sense of humour I'm worried about." You giggled, trying to be funny and seeing William chuckle at your attempt. He looked strange without his glasses, but decidedly still very handsome as he grinned up at you before pretending to be hurt, placing his hand over his heart and making a shocked mock expression.
"Well, I promise not to ask for your ID whilst we're together if that makes you feel better?" Making you laugh more and nod, he felt his heart hammering as he realised how vulnerable you looked, how fragile and breakable compared to himself and it made him ache to comfort you even more.
"Can I touch you sweetheart?" He asked, hands hovering as he waited before you nodded slowly, wondering what he was going to do. Carefully, he placed his hands on your ribs under your arms, picking you up as he stood and your arms instinctually wrapping around his neck, legs hanging over his hips as he carried you. It was only a few paces to the couch in the corner, but those moments together set your heart into overtime and you couldn't help but get a smell of his cologne. Something earthy and spicy, and the faint scent of motor oil and sweat like it was engrained into his skin.
Almost whimpering as he had placed you down on the couch, grabbing the blanket from off of the back of the couch and wrapping it around your shoulders gently. Wandering off and dragging over an old TV on a wheeled stand, placing a tape into the VCR player and wandering off again, bringing back two sodas as the screen flickered to life and quietly began playing a cartoon of Freddy and friends, happy bouncy music clearly made for kids in the background.
Sitting besides you, Afton offered you a soda and helped crack it open for you, making you mumble thanks as you sipped at it, the high sugar soothing your nerves although it didn't stop your mind thinking about how his large hands hand felt against you.
"I figured we might as well watch something whilst we wait, things like this used to help me when I had panic attacks." He explained in a low soft voice, making you look up at him curiously, not sure you could see the giant man who was always so refined and poised with most people having panic attacks. But he grabbed the pillow and laid it across his lap, avoiding your eyes as you swore you saw a little blush on his cheeks in the flickering colourful lights. "You can lay down if you want, you can still say no, I'm not acting as your boss at the moment." Giving you a reassuring smile before he turned back to the screen.
Both of you playing the waiting game and thinking of the other without a word more between you.
~~
Henry finally managed to pry the door open, the pizzeria finally closed down and allowing him to escape back to the offices. The noise startling William awake slightly, although the weight on his lap made sure he didn't move too much. Henry grinned widely as he saw the scene before him, your head on Afton's lap and William's fingers tangled into your hair as if he had fallen asleep soothing you. He couldn't remember when he'd started it, or even when you had fallen asleep, but groggily he looked up and spotted Henry looking at the pair of you, grinning like a fool as William tried to quickly and efficiently extract himself from you without disturbing your peaceful sleep.
"So, I think you've certainly become more people oriented recently William." Henry teased as the man grabbed his glasses and rubbed at his face, hair messy and eyes still puffy with sleep.
"Shut the fuck up Henry, one word of this and I'll end you." He hissed, making Henry throw up his hands in mock surrender. Still grinning madly as William turned to look at you again, hoping that Henry didn't see the soft smile that crossed his face before he padded over to wake you up and let Henry take you home.
He didn't trust himself not to do something stupid if he was left alone with you. Something stupid like develop feelings.
#springtrap#springtrap x reader#steve raglan#steve raglan x reader#william afton#william afton x reader#william afton x you#william afton smut#fnaf movie#fnaf x reader
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Headless Horseman Biker! Yeosang
🎃Pairing: Kang Yeosang x Reader (f)
🎃Au: headless horseman au, headless horseman turned nighttime biker loosely based off of durarara's Celty
🎃Trope: fuck buddies
🎃Word Count: 485
🎃Rated: 18+ MDNI, smut
🎃Warnings: public sex, exhibitionism, fingering(f), orgasm denial, begging, dom! Yeosang, sub!reader
🎃Summary: When the headless horseman is your fuck buddy...
🎃Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland : the unholy trinity beta group and besties who would never let a spooky idea get away 🥲🤣
Deciding to run for a courier company during the night owl shift was probably one of the best decisions you had ever made. You loved driving when there were no cars and the city was lit up. But best of all, you loved seeing the urban legend that haunted the streets.
Watching the headless horseman who had now modernized to a motorbike zoom by you, probably off to his latest soul to reap, was one of the most thrilling experiences of your life. You have to say 'one of' because currently you were sitting side saddle on said reapers bike, getting finger fucked by the myth.
Your head was buried in his buff chest covered only in a leather vest, necklaces clinking softly above your head, as he rubbed your clit. "Yeo," You mewled.
Yeosang’s free hand typed quickly on his phone and turned it in front of your face so you could read the text there. You can't cum until you say it!
You whined as you felt your climax build and curl inside your stomach but Yeosang left rubbing your sensitive nub and instead went back to crooking two fingers inside of your swollen and drenched hole, to tab the spongy spot. You swallowed and moaned, humping his hand even though you knew you would get nothing until you said the words he wanted.
"Cuz we're under a lamp, and anyone could view what we're doing parked on the side of the bridge!" You insisted.
Yeosang’s fingers slowly, torturously, pulled out of you. Then, he slowly began to tap his foot on the asphalt. You swallowed loudly. "...I'm sorry, please continue," You said pitifully.
Yeosang’s body moved under you like he was sighing and then his fingers crept over your mound and he began to finger fuck you again. Soon, he had two fingers in you once again, the heel of his calloused, immortal hand grinding into your puffy clit. You knew it was time or you'd start to tear up with the orgasm denial.
Your face burnt up as you whined, "You slay this pussy, Yeo."
His fingers tapped stubbornly and hard on his phone. And?!
"You may reap this pussy any night…sire…" You said huskily.
Yeosang shuddered under you, and then you came undone around his fingers as the final tap against your g-spot had you squirting all over his hand, wrist, and forearm. You tried to squirm away, tried to curl up on yourself, but Yeosang held you firmly with his other hand on your shoulder. And when your climax was slowly throbbing away, he removed his hands and instead hugged you tightly to his chest.
"Yeosang!" You squeaked, the air leaving your lungs quickly.
The headless horseman squeezed you one more time and then let you go. Come on, you should get back to work
You laughed under your breath, snorting quietly. "Yeah, because I was the one that pulled you over," You murmured sarcastically.
Taglist: @hijirikaww @starlitmark @stardragongalaxy @flurrys-creativity @mingsolo @k-pop-ology @pyeonghongrie
#kvanity#kwritersworldnet#pirateeznet#cultofdionysusnet#ateez smut#guess this spooky bitch cant miss spooktober#kang yeosang smut#atz smut#ღatz#topaz's work#yeosang smut#kang yeosang x reader
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My media this week (22-28 Sep 2024)
📚 STUFF I READ 📚
🥰 Before Midnight (Nero Wolfe #25) (Rex Stout, author; Michael Prichard, narrator)
🥰 The Golden Age of Murder (Martin Edwards, author; Leighton Pugh, narrator) - in-depth look at The Detection Club members during the 'Golden Age of Detective Fiction' (between the world wars)
😍 Pizza-verse series (Closer) - 65K, Suits AU where "in an alternate universe, Harvey's still the best closer in New York but Mike's not a runner for Trevor: he's a pizza deliveryman, Harvey's favorite pizza deliveryman. And Harvey's discovery that Mike's more than he lets on will change everyone's lives… told and retold through Mike, Donna, and Harvey's point of view, with new scenes and reactions each time." - absolute banger series, love it so much
💖💖 +170K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖
Only the Good Die Young (ZenaidaMacroura) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 23K - excellent shrunkyclunks with EMT!Bucky/Cap!Steve who are both absolute awkward disasters
t'aimer sur les bords du lac (burning_brighter) - MCU: Stucky, 17K - a really good post-EG AU cabin fic where they finally get their shit together
Breathtaking and Absolute (alocalband) - Check Please!: NurseyDex, 3K - truly lovely getting together fic
📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺
In Deep: Life at the Bottom of the Ocean With Dr. Sarah McAnulty - Session 2
Dr. Odyssey - s1, e1
Handsome - Pretty Little Episode #6
Monét's Slumber Party - s1, e6
Handsome - Hannah Berner asks about inner voices
Dirty Laundry - s4, e4
Adventuring Academy - "Edit While They're Killing It (with Zac Oyama)" (s5, e4)
D20: A Starstruck Odyssey - s12, e14-18
D20: Adventuring Party - s8, e14-18
🎧 PODCASTS 🎧
Normal Gossip - Romancing the Stoned with Jenée Desmond-Harris
How To Do Everything - Haircuts in Space, Tutus, and the Nasal Ranger
NPR's Book of the Day - In 'Who's That Girl?' Eve reflects on her time in a male-dominated hip-hop industry
Short Wave - Solving The EV Battery Recycling Puzzle
Pop Culture Happy Hour - Demi Moore's Film The Substance
⭐ The Sporkful - The Inside Story Of How Taco Bell Created The Big Cheez-It
Code Switch - Ask Code Switch: Do bike lanes cause gentrification?
Normal Gossip - MFAs and Other Mistakes with Brittany Luse
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Small Town, Big Story: The Giant Omelet of Abbeville, LA
Re: Dracula - September 24: Asleep or Awake, Mad or Sane
Short Wave - Harnessing The Ghost Particles Blasting Through You
Dinner’s on Me - Mena Suvari
If Books Could Kill - Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother
Death, Sex & Money - Bob the Drag Queen says Polyamory is Expensive
⭐ 99% Invisible - Cue the Sun!
It's Been a Minute - The SMACKDOWN: Serena Williams vs. Muhammad Ali vs. Trina
Short Wave - The Reality Of OCD
Code Switch - Latinos are moving to the far right. Paola Ramos thinks she knows why
NPR's Book of the Day - In the new book 'Want,' Gillian Anderson collects other women's sexual fantasies
Vibe Check - I Have A Dream
⭐ Decoder Ring - Calling Dick Tracy! It’s Warren Beatty Again
Re: Dracula - September 25: Bloofer Lady
Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - "blah, blah, blah…"
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Small Town, Big Story: The Pennsic Wars of Slippery Rock, PA
Ologies - Modern Toichographology (MURALS & STREET ART) with Conrad Benner
Consider This - Meet the man in charge of prosecuting war crimes
Re: Dracula - September 27: This Great Un-Dead
It's Been a Minute - An identity crisis at the heart of the election; plus, disrupting biracial fantasies
Smart Podcast, Trashy Books - 634. Climbing Mt. Fuji with Courtney Milan
Endless Thread - Defrauding Big Tech
ICYMI - ICYMI Plus: Why Are People Turning On Chappell Roan?
Re: Dracula - September 28: Some Rational Explanation
Overinvested - Ep. 306: English Teacher
The Allusionist - Tranquillusionist: Ex-Constellations
Hit Parade - The Bridge: Got My Back Against the Record Machine
Who Killed the Video Star: The Story of MTV - ep 1-3
🎶 MUSIC 🎶
Easy Mornings: Hindi
Good Vibes Only
Feel Good Mix #1
Feel Good Mix #2
Weird Tales of The Ramones (1976 - 1996) [Ramones] {2005}
#sunday reading recap#bookgeekgrrl's reading habits#bookgeekgrrl's soundtracks#fanfic ftw#i love me a shrunkyclunks#wrapped up the adventure with the gunner channel#brennan making himself suffer to torture zac with eating crickets = peak entertainment. true friendship. sibling energy tbh.#dropout tv#ramones#99% invisible podcast#the sporkful podcast#decoder ring podcast#20k hz podcast#handsome podcast#vibe check podcast#hit parade podcast#ologies podcast#re: dracula#who killed the video star: the story of mtv podcast#it's been a minute podcast#pop culture happy hour podcast#code switch podcast#short wave podcast#the atlas obscura podcast#consider this podcast#endless thread podcast#npr's book of the day podcast#smart podcast‚ trashy books#death‚ sex & money podcast#if books could kill podcast
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Wax & Wane
(Part 3)
Tw: Violence, Blood, Gun, Swearing, References To Scars/Past Wounds, Medical Stitching, Bo being Bo, also Bo & Percy get ever so slightly suggestive w/ their PDA lol.
Ellie who is mentioned here belongs to @rottent33th!
Percy belongs to @the-pinstriped-hood, also thankyou Pin for your help in writing her and all the great ideas and excerpts you offered to me in this!
Summary: Percy awakes to find an invader in her home and must bargain with her in order to survive. In turn, she finds herself connecting with the mysterious girl.
Part 1
Part 2
Dividers by firefly-graphics
A loud door slam from downstairs woke her rather suddenly from her peaceful dreaming, and the psychedelic mountain biking trip she’d been taking gave way to the fine grain of a table and darkened rows of books. A familiar sight.
Percy looked up from where her cheek was nestled on the silver laptop and, rubbing her bleary eyes, saw how her dashing hero Halloran had gone from wittily chatting up her newest femme fatale character to babbling incoherently, including various numbers, hash signs and exclamation marks.
Well, she always said that he’d developed a mind of his own. Turns out he’d learned to speak in tongues.
Clicking on an antique lamp she once scavenged from one of the old abandoned houses, she roused herself from the wooden chair she’d pulled up in the library, stretching luxuriously. Her glasses had left a thin indent on the side of her head where they’d been left askew. Readjusting them now, she realised she couldn’t see Macavity anywhere… Maybe he was snoozing on her and Bo’s shared bed? Percy stifled a yawn as she leaned back against the well-loved bookshelves. She had gotten up from her seat a little too quick and now she felt slightly lightheaded and dizzy. Her vision swam around for a while.
She clapped her laptop shut and wandered into the dimly-lit landing, joints still popping. Her work ethic meant falling asleep at the desk wasn’t rare for her, but it always left her with a not-so-pleasant ache afterward.
“...Honey?” She called out sleepily.
Percy peaked around various doorways upstairs, searching for her bad-tempered lover. She supposed he was still down in the kitchen or living room…
The door slamming didn’t worry her - Bo had his stormy moods at times but he would never be violent or abusive towards her - but she did feel a twinge of motherly concern tug at her heartstrings. Was it a victim? An argument with Vincent? It was usually at least one of those two things, in her experience. She'd learned her Bo-ology so well by now.
She descended the creaking staircase, still wiping the post-nap gunk from her eyes. It was one of those old fancy ones done in a winding spiral; something Percy had always liked about this house. A yellowy fluorescent light coming from the kitchen told her Bo was probably raiding the fridge right about now.
I wonder if he found my gift yet?
She grinned to herself cheekily, remembering the big sandwich she told him she would prepare for him earlier. Had all of his favourites in it and everything; mayo, onion, tomato, lettuce, all the fancy meats, she had even made the bread from scratch herself. Percy knew he would love it. All she could think about was lounging in his lap like a spoiled cat and having him all to herself for the night…
There was no time to prepare for it. Percy swallowed thickly as a large kitchen knife pressed harshly against her throat, and her blood froze. She felt her windpipe constrict as her body was immobilised, arms forced behind her back.
I’m being held hostage. By an intruder. Breathe.
"Excuse me..?" She asked in the gentlest voice she could muster. "Can I help you?"
“Yes, you can.” A sharp voice hissed from behind her ear like a serpent; blowing an icy puff of air that caused her to shiver. “Be my little flesh shield.”
The lightbulb surged a vile green up above, blinding.
So bright. Bo. Everyone… Is this how Ellie felt?
“You don’t have to kill me.” She began, her mind racing with panicked thoughts.
The woman’s body felt eerily like a stiff, gelid corpse.
Be diplomatic. Be smart. Like Halloran…
“I can fix this, I’m part of the family, I-I know they’re after you. I can convince them to stop…”
The air was dead; putrid, necrotic.
“No. No.”
Her refusal chilled Percy in shock.
“See, here’s what’s going to happen here.”
Percy squeezed her eyes shut, wary of the lethal tip of the blade looming ever closer to her neck. If only she had her baseball bat right now, if only…
“When those two break down that door…”
It’s too cold. A vice grip clamped down on her shoulder like the bite of a viper. The dining table and chairs stacked were up against the other door. Oh. Bo’ll have to-
“I’m the only one who’s getting out alive.”
Her mouth went dry. It seemed all her eloquence as an author left her now. The situation was dire; perhaps this would be it, this would be her end…
Then, Percy was made faintly aware of something warm seeping into the back of her flannel.
“You’re bleeding...” She licked her lips, pouncing on the opportunity. “Does it hurt?”
“…”
Percy couldn’t tell if the silence was a good sign or not, but she pressed it, her voice dipping into the warm, maternal tones she used on her ‘kids.’
If logic and rationality won’t get through to her, maybe emotional appeals will… She clung to hope that the invader wasn’t entirely heartless.
“It’s alright… I know it probably does. There’s a soothing balm in my bathroom cabinet that could help once we get it properly cleaned up.”
Her heart leapt as she felt the blade waver; unsure.
“If, if it’s a bad wound then it probably needs proper attention and stitches, or you’ll lose a lot of blood… There’s no clinic for miles around, so-“
She almost yelped as her grip twisted painfully, an almost electric crack flashing in the atmosphere as the lightbulb flickered a bright, sickly green again.
“You’re saying it would be better for me to let you do it, let you near me with a needle, is that what this is?” Percy could hear the incredulous sneer in her voice.
“So I should just let you sew me up?”
“…Yes.” Percy carefully kept herself calm, trying to ignore the sharpness pricking her neck.
“It would be safer for you. if you’ve already lost that much, you could g-get dizzy and faint before you even get to a hospital…”
“…”
“…I’d worry.” She added hastily.
That statement was preposterous considering the circumstances, but she found herself genuinely empathising with her. After all, if she hadn’t been lucky and made a deal with the devil, wouldn’t she have been in the exact same position back then?
A mixture of logic and emotion.
There was a weighty stillness as Percy waited with bated breath for her response. She hoped that she was at the very least contemplating her offer.
“And I promise not to do anything else but patch you up, okay?” She reassured gently, feeling the woman slightly loosen her hold on her.
“You can even keep the knife.”
While this bargain was fairly risky for her, it seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Her body screamed out in relief as her arms were released from the uncomfortable entanglement and she felt like she could actually breathe again. She blinked back her numbness as the Louisiana heat returned slowly to the kitchen, melting the frost that had glazed over the walls and countertops.
How…? It’s Summer…
That question lingered hazily in her mind, but her gladness for freedom soon overtook it. She had barely registered the strange phenomena from earlier…
It was then Percy slowly rotated her position and got her first glimpse of the other woman. It was a disturbing sight: she was hunched over and gaunt, much shorter than she expected, with green eyes, dark, knotted hair and grey-ish, pasty skin; a sort of unhealthy pallor she misattributed to blood loss.
“Stay there,” the corpse-like stranger instructed, still holding up her knife menacingly towards Percy as she moved to shut the door she had come through. “And don’t move.”
“Alright…” She obeyed, holding up both her hands in willing surrender.
Percy watched the steel handle of her baseball bat, sitting ready in the hall, disappear from view. The intruder retrieved one of the dining table chairs from her barrier and, that unsettling gaze never leaving the other woman’s form, sat down rigidly.
“I’ll sit,” her captor said quietly, noticeably wincing as she did so, “and you…”
“…I’ll go get the medkit.” Percy finished for her, nodding in agreement.
Percy saw a vast array of scattered medical supplies spread over the kitchen countertops, which told her that the intruder had obviously found their stash, but she clearly wasn’t an effective nurse. She allowed herself to relax a little now that she was no longer under direct pressure from the weapon, and then proceeded to inspect her new patient: she was gruesomely scratched and bruised; crimson stained bandages wrapped were haphazardly around her arms and thighs, which had already had a nauseating amount of scars carved out of them to begin with.
She cautiously tip-toed over to the supply, taking care not to make any sudden movements, as if trying not to startle a wild, wounded animal.
In a sense, that is what she is…
Percy approached her with the needle and thread in her open palms to show she was not concealing anything, but when she tried to gently pry open her crossed arms to look at her injuries, she flinched violently away from her hands as if burned, and silently threatened a stabbing.
“Look, I only want to help you…”
Her words were met with a suspicious glower.
The woman’s behaviour reminded her distinctly of a dog who had been frequently beaten, now accustomed only to painful and contemptuous touch. With that comparison, she no longer seemed like someone to fear, but rather more sadly pathetic.
With a weary sigh, her captor eventually relented. Slowly, Percy was allowed to gain access to her knife wound, which was ironically located by the same arm whose hand held her own blade, jabbing out warningly near her hip.
“If it helps, my name is-“
“Don’t,” the intruder interrupted, twitching her fingers restlessly around the handle.
“Names have… Power. It’s not wise to give them away so freely to someone like me.” She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, as if fighting off a migraine.
…Someone like you?
“…You’ll probably figure it out soon anyway.” Percy argued back gently, reminding herself that Bo was probably still scouring over Ambrose for her…
She watched the black-clad woman hack a ragged cough, her free hand flying to her mouth to contain blood and spittle.
Does she have an internal injury too?
“But I would not receive it from your own words. That is the difference…” She wheezed hoarsely.
Percy furrowed her brow as she continued to meticulously thread the needle through her wounded flesh, minding her occasional sharp intake of breath. She proceeded to dab away the dribbles of blood that would trickle out of the cut with a tissue.
Then… Is there any hope I will learn hers?
For a brief moment the future seemed uncertain, and she puzzled in her head for ways to reconcile all the conflicting persons at war here. Of course her immediate goal was survival and so far she had achieved that, but as she finished the suture on the woman’s knife wound, her sympathy grew further. Percy’s empathy was one her finest traits, and there was indeed a side to her that wanted to adopt yet another little waif; certainly everyone in Ambrose had their own story to tell, without her family to take her in, she herself wouldn’t have found her place here.
A brilliant idea revealed itself to Percy then.
“So…” She began, switching places to tend to the bullet graze on her other arm. “Do you like to read?”
“…Do I like to read?” She echoed back, blinking owlishly. It was a sort of childlike reaction that almost made her chuckle, despite her situation.
“Yeah!” Percy replied.
The girl knit her brows in deep thought for a moment, peering at her askance before seemingly deciding that this would not be overly sensitive intel.
“…I do. But why ask this?”
Is it so strange to want to know more about the person currently holding me hostage?
“Because,” Percy cleared her throat, brushing stray strands of hair away from her face as she finished patching up her other wound. “I’m a novelist.”
Her captor gave her a dubious stare, but Percy thought she detected a hint of rising curiosity in her eyes.
“I write noir style mysteries, if that rings any bells?”
She shook her head in response.
“Be more specific.”
Percy smiled a little. “Well, I was just wondering… If I told you the title of my book series, would you be able to guess my name from that?”
“…Maybe.”
She let her grin grow wider. Her interest was piqued; maybe talking about Percy’s favourite pursuit would ease the uncomfortable atmosphere.
“It’ll be better for you to sit down, in that case.”
Percy was then surprisingly allowed to retrieve her own dining chair, (under the obvious condition that she would not use it to bash her brains in) and pulled it up beside her in the kitchen. Now the knife lay harmlessly on the floor, just beside the woman’s scuffed boot.
“Actually,” her captor began, and Percy’s heart sank a little before she continued: “Telling me the answer would be too simple. I’d prefer to solve it with clues.”
…So first you hold me at knifepoint, and now we’re playing games? Percy was frazzled for a moment. This was… really not the turn of events she was expecting. The girl’s wan face held a grimly serious countenance, revealing no hints of playfulness or amusement. Once more, she was reminded of a sort of overgrown child, albeit a dangerous one.
“That’s fine.” She decided with a shrug, glad for her strange enthusiasm. That was better than a threat. “I guess I can make it into a puzzle for you.”
The woman’s green eyes narrowed slightly. “Yes. A mystery novelist should find no difficulty in that.”
“No, I guess she shouldn’t.”
“Then go ahead.”
Percy sucked in a breath. “The protagonist… Is considered very attractive.”
Just like Bo��� His blue eyes flashed in her mind.
The girl clicked her tongue in a sort of defeated annoyance. “Well, that rules out ‘Phantom Jar.’”
Oh, I remember that series, we were neck and neck in book sales for a while…
“…It’s not ‘Donovan Fletcher?’”
“No.” Percy shook her head, smirking.
J.C. Price has nothing on me, sorry.
“They’ve been a suspect before,” she offered.
“‘Sub Rosa?’ ‘Void Library?’ ‘The Scarred Poet?’”
“None of those!”
She appeared to be deep in thought for a moment. Percy was mildly impressed by this selection, remembering sifting through them herself. The formidable talent that made up her competition was not to be scoffed at; and all writers are avid readers.
Although TSP was kind of a flop, Sub Rosa is practically a cult novel…
The intruder gripped the bottom of her chair like she was being asked to solve some kind of impossible maths question. Percy decided to throw her a bone.
“I’ll give you another hint: ‘Ice Drops‘”
This obscure reference seemed to click with her.
“It’s Midnight Papertrail…” She murmured, a sort of awe-filled realisation dawning on her face as she looked back up at Percy.
“…By Persephone Jones.”
“Yep! That’s me.” Percy smiled back happily. It was then she had realised she’d almost relaxed all tension from her body, and her captor mirrored this.
The intruder tilted forward, holding her knees.
“You’re Persephone Jones?”
“Yeah, I am, though most here just call me ‘Percy.’” She pushed up her faltering glasses. “I came here about… A couple of years ago?”
Percy saw her shocked expression and laughed.
“You’re probably wondering how I survived, right?”
Her captor nodded soberly, evidently finding no lack of things to criticise about the Sinclairs’ rather unique concept of ‘Southern Hospitality.’
“Let’s just say… I made a deal with the devil.” Percy leaned back in her chair, for now content to leave it at that. Eventually she’d figure that one out…
Then the dark-haired woman cast her a weighty gaze that struck Percy, again, as unusually grave.
“…A deal with which De-“
Then, a raucous slamming from the hallway, the stomping of boots, and a heavy weight banged hard on the door, followed by a masculine yell and beside her clattering of wood on tiles as her captor shot instantly to her feet, knife in hand!
Percy jumped from her seat in fright, her breath stolen so abruptly from her lungs…
“Percy! Percy!” Bo’s voice shouted out as a series of fierce kicks assaulted the door so viciously that it rattled the dining table pushed against it across the kitchen floor. A terrible silence followed and Percy’s gut dropped, knowing that if he had his shotgun, she’d be caught in the blast!
“Bo!” Percy yelled quickly, “I’m in here!”
“PERCY!”
She could hear the raw desperation in his voice as he screamed, pounding the wood even harder now, frantically jiggling the knob.
“N-no, It’s fine, I’m fine!”
Percy shot a glance at the other woman, who had now abandoned her chair as it lay sideways on the floor. Her venomous green eyes were fixed intensely on the handle, fingers still curled tightly around the large knife.
I don’t know why, but that lock has something to do with you, doesn’t it?
“Stop!” She ordered, no longer afraid of her wrath. “You’re only making things worse!”
Percy came to stand in front of her, blocking her line of sight with her taller figure. “Listen, I can fix this situation, but I need you to cooperate!”
“Will he?!” The girl spat through gritted teeth.
“Yes, he will because it’s me!”
Then, the raucous shattering of glass as a large hand punched through the kitchen window, and Vincent’s waxy visage appeared.
They must have staged a pincer attack…
His black boot kicked away the remaining shards as he attempted to vault the newly created opening. The woman ducked behind Percy and threw her knife straight at him, which he deflected smoothly, his blue eye blazing with protective fury.
She snatched up a knife block and drew up another, notably serrated blade. Though her negligence led the kitchen door flying open and revealing Bo with his double-barrel shotgun, she faced down both twins as if ready to fight to the death.
“You witch, you get the fuck away from her!” He hollered, brandishing his shotgun in rage. His nostrils flared in realising Percy was close enough to be hurt!
“Bo, stop!” Percy waved her hands, hurrying to stand between all of them. “She’s fine!”
“…What?!” He gawked at her in complete disbelief.
Bo had no choice but to halt his plan to fire with Percy shielding his target, who consequently looked as dazed and confused as he did.
“She‘s fine,” Percy repeated, strangely out of breath. “Bo, Vincent, stop, she’s not going to go to the police!”
Well, I don’t know that yet, but…
“I’m not hurt, look!” She urged, gesturing to herself.
There was no concealing the worry that lined his face as he did so, and Vincent himself stood stock still, muscles still taut as if to strike.
“I… Wha…”
He seemed at a loss for words as he looked to his brother, then to his would-be-victim, then back to Percy, his aim faltering somewhat.
“Look, everyone, it’s all going to be fine,” Percy repeated, “Just calm down…”
The woman drew in a sharp breath behind her.
“No need for fighting.”
It was Vincent who broke the standoff first, lowering his knife, though still tense and poised for action. Percy noticed his clothes were scratched and frayed somewhat, but he did not appear injured in any capacity. He loomed menacingly over the intruder, who mirrored his black hair and pallor so much she almost looked like his little sister.
“… I … Perc, what the hell is goin’ on, here?” Bo spoke again, not daring to lower his gun. He was similarly unhurt, though sweating hard from exertion. His dark hair curled against his damp forehead, his mechanic’s coveralls soaked with wet spots.
Oh, he still looks far too handsome…
The intruder peered suspiciously over her shoulder at the two men, and Percy gave her a stern glance.
“Put the knife block away.” She ordered.
Percy knew that, exhausted as she probably was, it would be wiser to take this opportunity while it was still available. Clearly, she was smart enough to take it, and dropped the block where she stood, her narrowed eyes never leaving Bo’s. A selection of knives spilled out, clattering on the kitchen tiles.
Honestly, she’s just like a cat or something…
Still, she was mildly shocked that she held so much sway over her. Already, she appeared to have tamed this wayward child.
“See?” Percy looked to her fiancé again, watching him try to work out the situation in his head. His shotgun wavered slightly.
With a hitch of her breath, the girl concealed another cough, as if any sign of weakness would doom her, and lifted up her chair again. She seemed unable to relax, still glaring at the twins with unrestrained malice. Vincent retreated back into the shade, his long curtain of hair concealing his masked face.
Then Bo’s broad shoulders slumped in defeat, exhaling a shaky sigh. He seemed to start to speak once, then threw his hands up helplessly. Instead, he turned around and sluggishly opened the fridge.
His handsome features once again contorted in rage.
“You ate my fuckin’ sandwich?!” Bo whirled around to yell at the unnamed woman.
The intruder’s eyes popped open momentarily in a sort of shocked realisation. Still, she sent him a sharp, venomous glare to match his own.
“You ate my fuckin’ sandwich.” He repeated through angrily gritted teeth, fuming. “That Percy made for me.”
He slammed the door, and it shook the whole fridge from the heavy impact.
“Ya’ sure got some nerve walkin’ in here, sittin’ down on our goddamn chairs eatin’ our food, ya’ fuckin freak!” He spat, jabbing a finger in her direction.
“Well how about you consider it compensation for trying to murder me?” She hissed back, coiling up like a defensive snake.
Percy tensed up again. It seemed they both found it impossible not to fight.
“Both of you, stop…” She began, but…
“Is that right?” Bo ignored her in his fury.
“And what about all those cars you destroyed, huh? Or, I don’t know, the priceless piece of artwork ya’ messed with, you with your fuckin’ godless voodoo!”
…Voodoo…?
The woman rolled her eyes; in which Percy was unwillingly reminded of a petulant teenager.
“You should be grateful I showed mercy on you.” She sneered haughtily, somehow looking down on him even from her modest place on the chair.
“Oh, mercy?” Bo scoffed, a glint of dull amusement in his eye. “So that’s whatcha wan’ call it, huh? Alright. Alright…”
He shook his head, chuckling mirthlessly.
“Me, I’d call that runnin’ away like a wounded animal. Real pathetic like, I guess I got you scared. And not a hit on me, how lucky! In spite of all yer’ big talk.”
The girl’s face fell swiftly, but she said nothing in response. Her glare was withering, as if she hoped to disintegrate him on the spot.
“Ya’ got bloodstains fuckin’ everywhere, y’know. Vincent ain’t too pleased about that, let me tell you.” Bo pounced, seeing an opening; a chink in her armour.
(The man in question sent him a look from where he was silently watching the exchange, half-hidden by the darkened doorway.)
Bo lit up with a smile, as if he’d just had the most wondrous idea. “In fact, just maybe I’ll have you personally mop it off the goddamn floor so you can compensate me! Now how about that!”
He still kept his fingers curled around the wooden underside of his shotgun, and he gestured threateningly with it now, causing Percy’s heart to jump right up through her throat.
“How’s that bullet wound doin,’ by the way?” He smirked mockingly and thrust his chin forward in a taunt.
The intruder scowled.
“Just fine, seeing as your aim was so shit.” She grumbled quietly, holding a self-conscious hand tightly over the wound on her upper arm.
A bead of sweat appeared on Percy’s forehead as her eyes darted between the two hotly bickering, very dangerous individuals. She could practically feel the taut, barbed razor wire sizzling in the air, ready to snap at any moment.
This would not end well for anyone…
“Guys, please…” She tried to interject again, but…
“You sound so very defensive.” Another sharp retort cut through instead, as the intruder seemed to have recollected herself.
Percy goggled at the woman. She was trying to help her here, did she seriously want to get herself shot!?
She smirked. “I suppose you must feel quite ashamed, letting this single unarmed woman run figure eights around you and your lackey. Not exactly something to brag about, in my books.”
(It was then Vincent came to share his brother’s angry stare)
“I think you were afraid, Bo.” She spat out his name with acidic vitriol. “You needed that shoddy tool to fend off my… What did you call it? Voodoo? Hah!”
The witch laughed; a high-pitched, shrill cackle.
“Did that little stumble earlier remind you of that fact perhaps? Hm?” She batted her eyelashes with a coy head tilt, as if mocking the girls in his magazines.
Bo tightened his jaw, gnashing his teeth together with an unpleasant grinding sound. There was a joyless grin on his face that Percy recognised as one of murderous intent, bubbling just beneath the neatly groomed surface.
Oh, no, he’s going to-
“You should be grateful I don’t blow a fuckin’ hole through your ribcage right now, you little-“ He started, raising his gun as if to actually do so…!
Percy’s eyes practically bulged out of her head.
“Stop fighting!” She suddenly yelled, loud enough that both of them jumped in reaction. It was if they’d both forgotten she was there in the midst of their vicious banter.
“…Please.”
The green-eyed woman took a breath, the wooden chair squeaking as she leaned back. She refused to look at him, as it seemed he ultimately repulsed her. Bo huffed in indignation - clearly just as disgusted by her - but he backed down as well. He turned a kinder look to Percy now, softening his gaze.
“You alright, darlin…?” He offered, drawing her closer to him and away from the interloper.
“Yes, I’m completely fine.” Percy reassured him. “I just fell asleep in the middle of a paragraph, you should see the mess it made of my dear detective.”
“And don’t worry, I’ll make you another sandwich…”
"Y'promise?" Bo’s voice fell to a hushed whisper as they blocked out their audience, pressing her flush against himself.
She giggled a little, forgetting them all.
"Of course. I'll even melt the cheese this time!”
“An ice cold beer, bubble bath..." Percy whispered enticingly in his ear, feeling the heat creep up his neck. Vincent averted his gaze respectfully, shuffling his feet as if he no longer felt it necessary to be in the room anymore. The green-eyed woman sat gaping at the two, silenced.
“…You gonna join me?" Bo gave her a subtly pleading stare, reminding her of a begging puppy dog.
"Absolutely, honey. I'm just glad you're okay.” She purred, caressing his lapel. “Now c’mere…”
They shared a loving kiss, sealing an unspoken deal.
And that was how Percy convinced her begrudging fiancé to take in another stray.
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#I was going to do a longer part but I cut it in half to get this out because I felt like I was taking too long.#also book/author names are randomly selected don’t come after me#Abigail Williams#Abigail#Abigail Williams oc#Persephone Jones#Percy#slasher oc#horror oc#House of Wax#Bo Sinclair#Vincent Sinclair#Bo x Percy#my writing
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between the two of them - nigel’s the best fashion director, especially when it comes to directing shoots. it’s something that’s more ... instinctual to him. she’s good of course, but her own work pales in comparison to what he produces. part of this really is the crux of their whole dynamic - he is irreplaceable, even if he’d like to leave, explore another venture.
#max and her incredibly specific thoughts about tdwp part 1000000000#miranda has an overarching vision . nigel is the one who manages to translate that better than she could herself to print .#ok now i'm thinking about translation theory . love it .#there's also a thought about derrida's haunt-ology i'm thinking about . but it's gonna take a while before it becomes more coherent and#consistent . smh all my best thoughts occur when i'm on my bike .#i have ideas. about miranda's artistic vision and the sort of magazine runway /exactly/ is. it's a touch more - hm . indie compared#to vogue . still very very mainstream - but audiences and readership certainly differ .#* ����𝙊𝘾 : metaphysical yelling .
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The much talked about Frankie and Deuce two pack!
Frankie's outfit?!?!!!!!! Best G3 fit so far imo😍
Looks like Deuce is working at Coffin Bean?
With Boo-ology midterms coming up, Frankie Stein wants to treat herself to a dreadfully delish drink! Frankie Stein stops by the Coffin Bean, and Deuce Gorgon whips up an eek-spresso to get his friend’s volts zapping so they can bolt to class. The Frankie & Deuce Coffee Break doll two-pack offers expanded play for the much-adored Coffin Bean café, including spooktacular accessories to enhance storytelling. Deuce Gorgon doll’s mouse Perseus zips through the hallowed halls of Monster High on his bike, delivering piping hot creep-uccinos to its busy students. Meanwhile, Frankie Stein doll’s pet dog Watzie shines in metallic silver! Dolls cannot stand alone. Colors and decorations may vary.
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We close our eyes while the nickel and dime take the streets completely
It’s been a while since I sat down here. My life has been inexplicable, and I don’t know if I’m covered in grief or euphoria, but I’m reeling constantly. As I was writing this post, I thought back on the beginning of last school year and how initially interested I was in school; the lust for learning was present, but as the year drew on, it was evident that I was beginning to take on other interests, such as: biking, running and exploring my new city.
This time around, I’m focusing on living a lot more again. For now, my classes aren’t particularly interesting to me, but I am engaging with them and even on campus for one course! I’ll take my first emphasis course during week nine, and I’m very excited. I think I will be able to engage with my classes a lot more once I’m out of the highly conceptual, memorization lessons of the various -ologies.
I’ve decided to try to work my way around the local music scene; I’ve seen Florence + the Machine and Jimmy Eat World in the past two weeks, but I’m hoping to start engaging with some smaller acts and more local bands. I met the entire band from Jimmy Eat World and was delighted to have one of them tell me he’d been thinking about the sun a whole lot lately, while lead singer Jim Adkins wrote me a note saying that he’d be thinking about fajitas. A lot.
“You want me to just write whatever?”
“Yeah... A quote or a lyric or something that’s been on your mind lately.”
He cracked open a page of my book, Crime and Punishment, and furrowed his eyebrows before he began to write. He hadn’t been particularly jovial during the meeting, but he began to chuckle to himself as he wrote the note, shielded from me. I was curious, but I knew I’d read it soon enough.
I said thank you and backed away and met with some of the other fans I’d met that night. One guy nudged me.
“What’d he write, I saw him chuckling when he handed you your book back.”
I opened the book finally and frowned immediately.
“Jim,’ I yelled after reading ‘mmm... fajitas’ in his choppy handwriting. “You were supposed to write something passionate!”
I was sure he hadn’t heard me, but he turned finally— he had been holding a smile for a photo with another fan, but he had a giant grin when he finally faced me again and doubled over in laughter.
Tom attempted to throw me a guitar pick, and Rick told us they all liked Tom Petty and Elliott Smith. Rick said Jim has been listening to death metal lately, but Jim claims he’s into ‘eighties electric’ right now. They gave us an encore of 23, and wow— does that song not encapsulate it all?
I’m excited for this year. I’m loving life again.
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fated by the stars (epilogue 2/2)
summary: with the soulmate system implemented, all that you wanted was someone that you could love naturally, without having to be bonded to a complete stranger that you’d meet inevitably. however, fate works its wonders in the collection of stars that you managed to end up with two soulmates, not knowing who you truly heard the soulmate bells for.
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“You’re going to eat shit, Yoon.”
You grin at the latter that stood across from you with a smug smirk on his face, one that shortly fell into a pout as he trudged over to you before wrapping his arms around your waist. His eyebrow is raised as though it were a challenge for you to test against him, but by the time that you gently hit the back of his head with your own helmet, he lets out a noise before you start giggling to yourself.
“In your own dreams, sweetheart, because I will make sure that I win tonight. I only let you win that first time around because I was going easy on you,” He chuckles and nuzzles your noses together just as he brushes the loose strands in front of your face away from your eyes, “I’ll make sure that you’re going to be the one that eats your own words.”
Winking at you and walking away from where you stood frozen a bit, you blinked back into reality and brushed off the heat that was escalating to the tips of your ears to get into your go kart. You noticed that Jeonghan was already buckled up in his as you knew that the rematch for your first date was going to happen in a few moments and you wanted to be sure that he wasn’t going to go easy on you this time around.
“You’re lucky we’re soulmates, you cheating snake.” You snickered to yourself before getting into your go kart and putting on your helmet for safety measures.
You were already buckled up into your go-kart and already revving up the kart so that you had the advantage of a boost at the beginning before the race started. Glancing back to where he was beside you, he throws another wink to you through his helmet as you playfully rolled your eyes at his cute banter before focusing on the race course that was in front of you before the green light flashed for you to start in a few seconds after.
“You freaking cheated.”
Both you and Jeonghan were now staring up at the scoreboard to see what your times were and the puff of breath that he had let out from beside you made you grin as you once again scored a faster time than him. Looking over towards him, he was still staring at the time incredulously before looking back at you with a frown on his face.
“I didn’t even cheat-”
“I even tried to cheat my way and do it mario kart style.” He frowned and you gave him a shocked look before frowning as well.
“What the hell, Jeonghan? You tried to cheat?” You say with a bit of feigned hurt in your voice to tease him and made sure that your fake tear up was believable when suddenly he lifted you up from the middle of your torso and carried you over his shoulder, “What the hell- Jeonghan put me down!”
“Nope, we’re going back home. I rather race you in mario kart and win than see this rigged timer.” He grins hearing the squeals and giggles that were leaving your lips as he was walking back to where his motorcycle was still parked.
He puts you down after a while and finally starts to drive you both back to the house that you had just moved into days ago since the spring semester ended about a month ago. It’s been at least two months since the night of the lantern festival as you thought about how things were as though they were in the right place and in the right pieces of a puzzle while you clung onto Jeonghan with the wind breezing in your ears.
You didn’t think that wishing upon the flower that night would actually bring him to you, nor did you think that the fortune from the rigged fortune telling machine would guarantee that he was your soulmate. However you were still grateful for the bells and red string that still tied you both together when you realized later that night that your string and bells with Joshua were no longer present.
You remember him telling you that night since you couldn’t fall asleep that he found his soulmate, and you were happy for him, as he was happy that you ended up with Jeonghan in the end of fate’s game.
The game of fate; a test for your heart.
A smile crosses your face as you knew that you were right where you wanted to be, just as Jeonghan parks the motorcycle right in front of your new home before you both hopped off of the bike to head back inside. You knew that you still had things to unpack and that pretty soon your furniture would pretty soon come in the next couple of days that were coming up, but it still felt like home with the stuff that already filled the house.
By the time that you walk inside with your hand in his, you make a beeline to your bedroom to crash onto your soft mattress, his weight making the bed dip a bit on the other side as he already starts to cuddle you on it. A quiet laugh escapes your lips as you turn to face him and you notice how his chocolate orbs seemed to sparkle even in the dark with the moonlight shining in through the window reflected off of them.
“I love you, Jeonghan,” You whispered quietly out of nowhere and smiled as he places a kiss on your forehead, however there was something that was on the other side of the wall that catches your eye before you could even hear him say the familiar three words back, “Wait, what is on the wall? Is that your fortune from the machine at the festival?”
Just seconds before he could even stop you from getting up, you were already up off of the mattress as you looked at the framed ticket and there was a gasp that left your lips as you finally realized what his ticket was that night. Rather than words that were scribed on the ticket like yours was, it was an image instead, one that had your face on it as you realize then that it was no coincidence that the machine was there that night.
So he knew that night that you were most likely going to be his soulmate by the end of the night.
“That’s me…” You breathed out quietly, feeling speechless as you knew that he was looking at you from where he must’ve been sitting on the mattress.
You turn around to confirm your thoughts as he nods in response, not saying as you went back to sit next to him on your bed as a breath of what seemed like relief while you leaned your head onto his shoulder.
“I didn’t want to tell you that night because I didn’t want to be too sure. It was still fair game, whether or not you had those fortunes and guides that led to me.” He says and you nodded before turning to face him, just in the split second where your faces were now just centimeters apart from one another’s.
“But I still somehow found my way to you, especially when I wished upon that flower at the festival. It almost didn’t make it, yet it still flew with the wind and led me to you. I think I was lucky that Wonwoo told me where you were so that I wouldn’t miss my shot and lose you.” You speak up and lean in just to place a soft kiss on his lips, one that you felt him kiss back against your on lips as a smile crosses on his face.
“I love you, Y/N, and I’ll make sure that fate and whatever stars that created our destiny sees that we’re meant to be.” He whispers quietly, placing one last kiss against your lips as you smile back at him when you both hook your marked pinkies together as a sign of the promise.
���Until the end.”
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The Smiths
The biggest reason for young hybrids to aspire to attend Cassell College was to find their soulmate, the person who was like them, both in pedigree and in riches. Before classes start, the men have checked out the ladies and the ladies have checked out the men. Identifying the highest ranked students in class narrowed down the candidates, with the highest ranking male students coming out of the 3E being the prized stallions with the lowest rankings hoping to find something in the scraps left behind.
The Smith sisters were no different. Not only with spotless pedigrees, they had hefty bank accounts. In their early twenties, they were already accomplished business women, each one running their own real estate business, but not in housing, but in farmland. Each one of these women owned hundreds of acres where they grew maize which they traded to great success on the commodities market. To them, some rich city boy would likely not understand the importance of their business, thinking farming was a humble dirty practice. But the women, especially Celeste, understood that women like them were the ones who filled their rich bellies at night.
Now they had come out as Rank A and were fortunately seated next to the Rank S of the class on day one. Of course, they were going to plant their flags immediately next to him. But if the poor leftover stallions of Cassell College thought that they were going to hopefully go after two other sisters as scraps, they were sadly mistaken. There were no ‘scraps’ among the Smith Sisters.
“There! That’s the last of it!” Porsche slapped her hands together as she finished moving the last of three boxes that held Tigre’s meager belongings into his new room. He’d been living in the hospital for so long, but now his one bedroom was larger than even that. It was a spacious open plan with large windows and its own bathroom with a jacuzzi tub. Their dorm was located on the top floor of the newest dormitory building on campus.
At the first floor was the lobby and recreation area that included its own indoor pool and sauna, huge exercise room with state of the art equipment and a small theater to watch movies. There were arcades full of video game cabinets, ping pong and pool tables, and air hockey machines. There was even a salon and massage parlor. The building sat on a biking and walking trail and was quite near the library.
Porsche sat next to him on the king-size bed and handed him his tablet. “This is the college class registration portal where you choose your classes for the year. You have advanced classes because of your rank where you get the best teachers on any subject so pick whatever you like. First, you have to decide on your major.” She looked up at him with big bright brown eyes.
Tigre felt his heart suddenly skip a beat looking into those eyes, their delicately curling lashes, the rise and fall of her cheekbones. Her skin was perfect, smooth, and even. A rich shade of mahogany. “Major?”
“The direction of your study. You can’t just study everything. You have to pick a specific subject to pursue. You can change it later, but… it will just take you that much longer to graduate.”
Her fingers were topped with French manicures as she swept down to the Majors list. “Pick one.”
There were majors in Theology, Engineering, Chemistry, Alchemy… Tigre sighed. He didn’t know what many of these meant. “Is there one that has to do with fighting?”
He just remembered his vision had a lot of depictions of war. That was what dragons were known for and that’s what he wanted to be, a warrior, like a dragon.
“Fighting? So… you want to major in Martial Arts?” Porsche pulled her face into different surprised expressions. “Alright then. These will be your classes.” She tapped her finger on the screen.
“Taijiquan, Physical Education, Kendo, Tae Kwon Do, Brazilian Jujistu, Muy Tai…” She listed them off.
He didn’t know what any of these meant! “Yeah.” He said. “Sign me up for those.”
She laughed once. “You can’t take them all at once. They limit Phys Ed to four per year, so you can have energy for your core classes and not hurt yourself. So pick four.”
He had questions about each one but he figured it wouldn’t matter. He just picked the first four off the list.
“Okay then you have Battlefield training level 1 that all Cassell students have to attend here…” She ticked that off. “And then there’s your core classes. Right here.”
“Core Classes?” He asked, shocked. This was really adding up!
She looked at him reproachfully. “You can’t just join Cassell and be a meathead. You’ll be taking Norse Mythology 101, Dragon Lineages 101, and Alchemy 101.” She made a few more taps of her fingers and suddenly his schedule was lined up neatly in blocks of time on a calendar. “You’re kind of spacy so we’ll need to set some reminders.”
She now took the tablet completely out of his hands.
“Spacy?”
“It means you don’t keep track of things well.” She didn’t look up from the tablet. “You have to be reminded or you won’t do what you need to do or you’ll get overwhelmed and forget.”
“That’s true…” He admitted softly. After all, Toyama had to remind him to brush his teeth. How was he going to keep up with all of this?
She rewarded him with a smile. “Wisdom is with the modest!”
“Porsche…? What’s your major?” He asked her in a meek tone.
“I’m going into Dragon Physiology.” She said easily.
“Fizzy… ology…?”
“I study Dragon bodies.” She hands him back the tablet. “Okay, we’ll be going once we all change.”
“Where are we going?” He looks down at the tablet but she’d set the lock screen back on.
“Shopping, you need clothes and,” She stood up and paused to look him up and down “...a lot more stuff for classes and going out et cetera. Plus, we’re having a party tonight to celebrate our win.”
“We are?” Tigre said, amazed.
“Yep. We are.” Porsche sighed, wearily. “Ahhh… it’s so tiring, to be having to help you like this. So don’t make things difficult. We’re doing you a favor to help you out so you don’t get lost. Be sure to clean up after yourself and do what we ask alright?”
“Oh, of course! I really appreciate your help!” Tigre nodded earnestly.
She gave him an approving nod. “Good. I’ll be back in a bit.”
A grown man sharing a dorm with three rich single women would raise anyone’s eyebrows, but Tigre walked out of the building with them, not having much of a choice. The girls stepped into a sun that flashed off their ebony skin and crystalline handbags, in midriff baring blouses with low shoulders and jean shorts cut above their thighs. “You have a very hefty stipend but you’ve never touched money before so I’ll hold on to it for you.” Celeste says taking his Student ID card from him. “I’ll make sure you have everything you need.”
“Oh… okay. Thank you!” Tigre nodded.
Ruby glanced over and frowned. “It’s still his money…”
“He’s just going to waste it on something stupid because he doesn’t know what he needs.” Celeste shrugged. “You know how it is with people who get a lot of money after never having any. We, on the other hand, actually know what to do with it.”
A sleek dark blue Miata was parked in front of the building and they opened the door and got in.
“You do know about seatbelts right?” Porsche smiled as she got into the passenger side.
Before Tigre could answer, he was startled when the whole roof of the car started folding back! Ruby giggled behind her hand. Tigre returned her smile.
“If there’s something you want just ask for it.” Ruby said.
The engine roared to life and the three of them took off, weaving through the shining spires of Chicago. The sweet tones of R&B music played on the radio and Tigre stared upwards up the skyscrapers. The three girls put on dark glasses against the sunlight, their hair blowing in the wind.
They pulled up to a red light and idled.
“Hey girls! Got any room for me?” A voice shouted from the corner of the street. A man in a basketball jersey whistled from a jeep.
The girls paid him no mind.
“Oh come on, don’t be that way!”
The three girls all looked at each other in unison and then the light turned green and the car sped off.
“Does this happen a lot?” Tigre glanced behind him.
“All the time, honey. Get used to it.” Porsche lowered her glasses at him. “ You’re the luckiest guy in the world. Look at where you are. You’re in a car full of cute girls on a bright late summer day! What do you think is going to happen? Everyone wants to be you right now.”
“Don’t give him a big head.” Celeste rested her arm on the steering wheel. “I like him the way he is. Too many guys out there just think they’re entitled to our attention. We’re the ones who choose who we want. Has nothing to do with ‘luck’. We’re all the ‘luck’ he needs.” She looked into the rear view mirror. “You just sit back and relax and don’t mind the peanut gallery.”
They pulled into an upscale mall and walked in empty handed and walked out carrying three multicolored and multi sized bags on each arm. When they got back to the dorm, they started decorating with balloons and banners and bright lights. Bottles of alcohol were lined up on a minibar and glasses were arranged on the table.
These girls didn’t cook, they ordered food from the cafeteria to have it catered.
Ruby leaned over and turned up the heavy bass music and clapped her hands dancing in the middle of the living room. She grinned at Tigre and invited him to dance with her. He had no idea what to do but she encouraged him to ‘move to the beat’.
“By the way. Clubs. We’re joining Lionheart.” Celeste suddenly announced from the kitchen.
Tigre stopped mid-groove, hands awkwardly in the air. “We are?”
“Yeah, the people in Student Union are all uppity idiots that need to be taken down a peg. Senior Lu Mingfei is nice enough, but god, the people around him? Gag me. They’re entrenched in their stupid Euro-centric views and have no idea how the world works. But we have the other Rank S. And that’s gonna burn ‘em good.” Celeste crossed her arms. “That means we’ll be able to rise up the ranks pretty quick. It’s a sure win. There’s not enough people in Lionheart who can compete with us.”
She rolled her eyes at Tigre's stunned expression. “I’ll spell it out for you. You saw that fool, Robert. He walked right up to you as assumed you were going to want to lead Lionheart, all the while ignoring the triple threat sitting right in front of him. You’re not the one who is going to lead Lionheart. We are!”
Sure enough, a few hours later, the dorm was full of Lionheart members.
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WORD FORMATION PROCESS
Morphology
- is the study of words, how they are formed, and their relationship to other words in the same language. The term morphology is Greek and is a makeup of morph- meaning ‘shape, form’, and -ology which means ‘the study of something’.
Word Formation
- is the creation of a new word. Word formation is sometimes contrasted with semantic change, which is a change in a single word's meaning.
Affixation
- is the process of adding a morpheme—or affix—to a word to create either a different form of that word or a new word with a different meaning.
Prefix
- is an affix which is placed before the stem of a word.
· /A-/ theist
· /Ab-/ normal
· /An-/ acoustic
· /Counter-/ proposal
· /Ir-/ reversible
· /Auto-/ biography
· /Circum-/ navigate
· /Homo-/ sexual
· /Hyper-/ active
· /Micro-/ phone
Suffix
- is an affix which is placed after the stem of a word.
· Employ /-ee/
· Equal /-ity/
· Vigil /-ant/
· Wonder /-ful/
· Icon /-ic/
· Hope /-less/
· Fruit /-y/
· Express /-ive/
· Planet /-ary/
· Season /-al/
Circumfixes
- is an affix which has two parts, one placed at the start of a word, and the other at the end.
· /Un-/ bear /-able/
· /Un-/ attain /-able/
· /Un-/ account /-able/
· /Un-/ accept /-able/
· /Un-/ reason /-able/
· /Il-/ legal /-ity/
· /Im-/ mortal /-ity/
· /Im-/ moral /-ity/
· /Im-/ prison /-ment/
· /Im-/ perfect /-ion/
Borrowing
- is the process by which a word from one language is adapted for use in another.
· Dollar (Dutch)
· Zero (Arabic)
· Alarm (Italian)
· Banana (African tribal languages)
· Ketchup (Chinese)
· Pyjamas (Urdu and Persian)
· Giraffe (Arabic)
· Karaoke (Japanese)
· Ski (Norwegian)
· Ballot (Italian)
Blending
- is the process of forming a word from two or more letters that represent the sounds of a word.
· blog (web + log)
· cyborg (cybernetic + organism)\
· emoticon (emotion + icon)
· humongous (huge + monstrous)
· mocktail (mock + cocktail)
· Internet (international + network)
· staycation (stay + vacation)
· Spanglish (Spanish + English)
· glamping (glamorous + camping)
· frenemy (friend + enemy)
Compounding
- is combining two or three words to form new words.
· grand-mother
· grass-hopper
· bull-frog
· snow-ball
· mail-box
· rail-road
· basket-ball
· moon-light
· ice-cream
· living-room
Clipping
- is word formation by removing some segments of an existing word to create a synonym.
· Ad - advertisement
· bike - bicycle
· memo - memorandum
· burger - hamburger
· champ - champion
· coed - coeducational student
· mart - market
· phone - telephone
· prom - promenade
· dorm - dormitory
Abbreviation
- is a shortened form of a word or phrase.
Acronym
- the abbreviated word is pronounced as a whole new word rather than letter by letter
· IMAX - Image Maximum
· SCUBA - Self-Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus
· SMART - Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Relevant, Timely
· TASER - Thomas A. Swift’s Electric Rifle
· NATO - The North Atlantic Treaty Organization
· SEAL - Sea Air Land (U.S. Navy)
· SWAT - Special Weapons and Tactics
· UNICEF - The United Nations International Children's Emergency Fund
· SNAP - Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program
· NASA - National Aeronautics and Space Administration
Initialism
- an abbreviation consisting of initial letters pronounced separately.
· UP – University of the Philippines
· LCD - liquid crystal display
· IPS - in-plane switching
· IP - Internet Protocol
· DVD - Digital Video Disc
· PC – Personal Computer
· PSU – Power Supply Unit
· JYPE – Jin Young Park Entertainment
· LMAO - Laughing My Ass Off
· BTS – Behind The Scene
Backformation
- is the process of forming a new word (a neologism) by removing actual or supposed affixes from another word.
· Edit – Editor
· Paramedic – Paramedical
· Act – Action
· Revise – Revision
· Sculpt – Sculptor
· Proofread – Proofreader
· Air-Con – Air -Conditioning
· Skydive – Skydiving
· Scan – Scanner
· Inspect – Inspection
Conversion
- also called zero derivation or null derivation, is a kind of word formation involving the creation of a word (of a new word class) from an existing word (of a different word class) without any change in form, which is to say, derivation using only zero.
· access – to access
· bottle – to bottle
· can – to can
· closet – to closet
· ship – to ship
· eye – to eye
· fiddle – to fiddle
· fool – to fool
· Google – to google
· host – to host
Coinage
- is the invention of totally new terms; usually from trade names for one company ́s product which become general terms.
· Hoover
· Frisbee
· Tupperware
· Escalator
· Granola
· Band-aid
· Scotch Tape
· Heroin
· Cellophane
· Trampoline
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The day had been pretty hilarious so far. A really rich Korean man showed up and was so overjoyed at the Korean-style coffee they had on the menu he’d bought all of the staff a coffee too. Jungkook was pretty wired now and kept slipping bike puns into conversation with customers.
“So you want a wheelie hot Americano?”
“Oh, I study cycle-ology at uni as well!”
“Yeah I heard road racing is really dangerous… It’s a vicious cycle indeed, madamemoiselle.”
Jin shut the door behind him as the cafe emptied so that everyone could watch the race leaders zip by. Apparently the Korean team was doing pretty well so he rubbed his hands together in excitement.
As the group rounded the corner, Jin stood on the steps wiping his hands on a tea towel which he stuffed into the pocket as Jimin and Jungkook stepped down to get closer to the noisy crowd.
He noticed the streamlined helmets and the black clingy outfits and began to chuckle until he noticed the steely determination on the athlete’s faces.
Blimey. Suddenly he could sympathise with the Italian-on-her-left-boob fan from last year.
One guy certainly stood out, Jin thought, as he squinted in the midday light - dark haired, East Asian, long legs, whipping along, and he shifted his eyes up a little and then a wobble and a slip and fuuuu-
A couple of days later and they’d all been semi-camping at the hospital like some kind of travelling cycling circus or something.
Everyone from the team had been coming and going in between seeing the Parisian sights and eating a shit load of fine French food. “Don’t get fat!” Hobi had yelled, but Tae could tell no-one was listening because they needed to get over the shock from the race.
Taehyung fished his phone out of his pocket as Hobi rang. “Yeah, yeah, no coach don’t… OK just let them rest! I know you guys have to go back to Seoul in two days, I hope Joonie is recovered enough to travel then. No, he’s not awake but we’re going for a coffee and food while he rests, you should come cos I’m gonna buy you real French pastries! Yep I’ll send you the location now.”
Yoongi sauntered up the empty hospital corridor, hands behind him, head drooping. As soon as Tae caught his eye he leapt up, punched him on the arm and did his signature grin. “Guess what, hyung. I found this place and we need to go!”
Fifteen minutes later and they stood in front of a cafe painted black with big windows and both French and Korean lettering over its door. Hobi arrived at the exact same time they did (born to be a coach cos he had some weird sixth sense for chasing people around).
The door rang open and Jimin lifted his eyes to newcomers. It was 3.30pm and nobody usually came in at this time in the week. So the cafe had a couple of yummy mummies and that was it.
From the corner of his eye he noticed Jungkook look up as well. The two of them met at the cafe almost exactly a year ago after Jin had hired Jungkook for his coffee making prowess. He wasn’t a hard worker but all the customers loved him. Jimin understood why all too well - the little sneak. He was cheeky and then he’d take it too far. Sigh. It was adorable.
But that look that came over Kook’s face. His jaw dropped and eyes widened. Jimin looked back at the noisy group entering. There was a vivacious guy who attracted your attention right away with a black cap on and a huge tie-dyed hoodie and obnoxiously expensive trainers. Then there was a handsome skinny guy with a dark hair, big green roll-neck jumper, skinny black jeans and black Nikes on. He looked pretty solemn but when he spoke he was definitely swearing at Obnoxious Trainers Guy. Then there was a man who was a little younger with silvery-brown locks, a grey cardigan and black t-shirt, loose tartan trousers and a handsome smile, laughing at his friends’ arguing and patting Green Jumper Guy’s arm. Jungkook’s eyes followed him across the room.
Jimin felt a pang of jealousy. What the fuck? Maybe Kook was just wondering why they were so loud. Yeah, that’s it. They’re just too noisy for a Tuesday afternoon.
Jin came out of the kitchen at the back and noticed the group too. “Koreans!!” he cried. “Oh my god, Jin-hyung you’re so loud and embarrassing.” Jimin covered his eyes and looked away as the group looked up at Jin’s shout.
Obnoxious Trainers Guy jumped up from the table and made his way over to the counter to order. Jin smiled and chatted and even did his signature laugh while the guy ordered. No-one escapes his charm.
A little bit later, Jimin and Jungkook delivered their speciality coffees and food. The guys seemed delighted to get Korean-French inspired stuff and took lots of photos. Jimin made a mental note to check Instagram later for any good pics they took. Jungkook just gawked and tried to hide his face in shame.
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Tuesday
Even though the previous ride was so un-fun, I did like the plants that I saw, and I did not get a chance to draw them. So today I decided I should go back to Crystal Springs Reservoir and sketch.
The weather was phenomenal today. Fog. And then sun, once I went south for a bit.
I was determined to avoid the terrible route from last time, so I took Skyline starting from Fort Funston. That climb is not even that bad. I don't know why I always dread it. Then, I did not remember which street to cut into Daly City, so I kept going, and then I got nervous because I ended up on the freeway. Classic.
Fortunately, it was a Tuesday (like 9/9:30am?) and not too many cars were around. I stayed on the freeway shoulder and had to cross lanes a few times to get to the 35. Felt good though because I avoided a lot of hills by just staying on Skyline. And no one pulled me over.
Drew some plants, biked along the trail slowly, drew some more plants, etc. Didn't encounter too much other cyclist traffic, which was good. Stopped at Pulgas Water Temple to see what I could draw and refill on water.
A direct route is my favorite kind of route.
I listened to a few episodes of Cultivating Place and Ologies until my phone battery ran low. Then I listened to frog and bird sounds.
On the way back, I got lost at Skyline and Glencourt because I was afraid I'd end up on the freeway again, so I did some idiotic navigating and eventually gave up and just took Callan to Southgate. It was better than doing the reverse direction, but I still hated it, cuz at that point I was hangry.
Smooth sailing after that. Stopped at South Sunset Playground because I left my bag and phone charger there, and then headed home.
Notes: - I like riding by myself. I go 12mph on average. I get to climb at a comfortable pace. I can stop to draw frequently, if I see something cool. And I usually end up on some sketchy road, which is fun? because I get to avoid some other route I don't want to take. - I think I will continue to bike to draw. All I need is water and sketchbook. And gloves, for being cold when I am drawing. - Strava once again dropped my ride so I turned the shit off and just started recording for the ride home. Here it is.
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Top 10 Songs You're Currently Obsessed With
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Gorgon City - Burning Remix (the whole album is pretty great tbh)
Cher - Walking in Memphis (classic I've been listening on long work commutes)
Madonna - Get Together (great song if you're biking up a massive af hill bc 'exercise')
Ivan Cornejo - Está Dañada (yup, here for the guitar)
Imanbek - Goodbye (greatt)
RAYE - Regardless (my summer '21 song!)
Not a song but a pod cast I listen to all the time is Ologies with Alie Ward, very nerdy I love it!
I'm currently reading Death on the Nile for the past 7 months bc there's a movies adaptation coming out sometime soon and I am committed to reading the book before seeing the movie.
Aaand I've been making a bunch of meals in cast iron skillets so here's a perfect chilly fall weekend recipe of mine (Mac and cheese)
And bc why not, Abba - Lay All You're Love on Me
#I'm realizing i need to make time to find new music! 🤣 but I'm excited to see what others are listening to!#thanks for tagging me this was fun!! and whoever else wants to respond please do!!#I'm also awaiting Adele's new album to drop at which point this entire list will change :)
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Cradle To the Grave Theory
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