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phantompoguefangirl · 11 months ago

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WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER

CHAPTER FIVE: FINDING OUT

I admit I'm a bit of a fool for playing by the rules. But I've found my sweet escape when I'm alone with you -Disconnected by 5 Seconds Of Summer

A/N: I messed up Mikey's hair color timeline so I picked a random color for this chapter. Also I own none of these songs or the movie mentioned. Just using them for the fanfic. And because it's fanfic we're gonna pretend this song is by Mia and not Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran. Also TRIGGER WARNING:MORE ABUSE MENTIONED

*Flashback*

MIA P.O.V.

Michael and I seemed to just click from the moment we met and in the span of a few shorts weeks we became the best of friends. When I was with him or even thought about him, I felt a sense of joy and warmth that I had never felt before in my life.

When we started spending time at his house with Ashton, Calum and Luke the joy and warmth intensified. They were simultaneously the goofiest and sweetest boys in the world. Ashton and I clicked almost as much as Michael and I did and sometimes if Michael was busy or Calum and Luke had wrangled him into a fifa tournament I hung out with Ash. I found out Luke secretly loved shopping so sometimes if I was able to go, I'd text Luke and ask him to go with me. This became our thing very quickly. Calum and I mostly played videogames or watched movies together. All in all, it wasn't long before the band house, and the boys themselves, began to feel like home to me.

Of course, I only hung out with them when Jesse was at work or out with his buddies and made sure to always be home before he got home. He didn't really allow me to have friends unless they were also his friends so I had to hide it from him. I hated sneaking around because I did love Jesse and I was terrified of him finding out but I savored those few hours away from everything.

He almost figured it out when my song was released. It kind of sounded like it was about falling for someone but it was really just about Michael pulling me in and making me want to get to know him better as a person. However, I'd accidentally mentioned his green eyes and stuff like that and that was what set Jesse off. We were at home when the song was released and he hadn't heard it till then because he was always too busy. Myself and the studio execs told him it was a really good song and he said to release it as soon as possible. But when he heard it, he lost his shit and started beating the crap out of me, demanding to know who it was about and why I was cheating on him. I ended up having to play it off like the song was about Jesse and how I felt when we first met, which was believable because his eyes were hazel like mine but looked more green a lot of the time. He accepted that after a bit but he stormed out saying he needed a drink and he might be back late or maybe in the morning.

I tried to hold it together but failed as I called Michael as soon as I knew Jesse was gone.

"Hey! I just listened to your song and-" Michael started babbling excitedly, answering on the first ring.

"Michael can I come over? I don't want to be alone right now," I managed to choke out through my sobs.

He turned serious immediately. "Mia, are you okay? What happened?"

I couldn't tell him what really happened so I went with a loose version of the truth.

"No, I'm not okay. Jesse and I got into a f-fight and it was bad," I explained, sniffling as I spoke."He stormed out, probably to go to a bar and get drunk."

I heard him mumble something under his breath that sounded angry but a seconf later he spoke in a soft voice. "Do you want me to come get you or do you want to meet in our usual place?"

"Um, can you actually come get me this time? I just really wanna see you," I said. It wasn't a lie, I did desperately want to see him. But I also was feeling very weak and sore and I didn't think I would be able to walk to our place in this state.

"Text me your address. I'll be right there." He said as I heard his car starting in the background.

"Thank you," I said.

"Of course. Any time," He said before hanging up.

I texted him my address, then slowly got up and made my way to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was in a tank top and my usual skinny jeans and I was covered in bruises. Mostly only in places that clothes covered, like my arms, wrists, legs, stomach, back, etc. He was careful about that. Though sometimes he hit me in the face and he had to get me special makeup to cover it so nobody noticed because of course we can't stain his image or reputation. Today was one of those days, so I got out the special make up and applied it to my face. I'd long since learned how to make it look like a basic foundation, eyeliner and mascara look so nobody suspected. Once I was done with that, I threw on an extra large Rolling Stones pullover sweatshirt. It was Jesse's and he was tall and very broad so it was huge on me and covered everything nicely. I put on my converse, grabbed my phone, keys and bag, and waited for Michael to arrive.

He got there in record time and I winced as I pushed through the pain to hurry out to his car. His hair was now a couple different shades of purple and he wore his usual band tee and black jeans with a denim jacket. He looked perfect as always.

"Hey," He greeted me with a gentle hug. I leaned into his chest and let out a shaky sigh. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I just shook my head against him, holding onto his jacket for dear life.

"That's okay. You don't have to," He said, rubbing my back. "Why don't we just go back to my house and watch a movie?"

I nodded and he let go of me so he could drive. He turned on the radio and A Daydream Away by All Time Low began playing. I quietly sang along as I leaned on his shoulder while he drove home.

MICHAEL P.O.V

I had been antsy all day waiting for Mia's song to drop so I could hear it and once I finally got to, I was speechless with emotions.

"All I knew

This morning when I woke

Is I know something now, know something now I didn't before

And all I've seen

Since eighteen hours ago

Is green eyes and freckles and your smile

In the back of my mind making me feel like

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you, know you, know you

'Cause all I know is we said hello

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

And everything has changed

All I know is, you held the door

You'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday, yeah

Is everything has changed"

Mia's beautiful voice rang out from my speakers and I sat there in disbelief as I continued to listen.

"And all my walls

Stood tall painted blue

But I'll take 'em down, take 'em down and open up the door for you

And all I feel

In my stomach, is butterflies

The beautiful kind, making up for lost time

Taking flight, making me feel like

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you, know you, know you

'Cause all I know is we said hello

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

And everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

And you'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday, yeah

Is everything has changed

Come back and tell me why

I'm feelin' like I've missed you all this time

(Uh-uh-uh)

And meet me there tonight

And let me know that it's not all in my mind

I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now

I just wanna know you, know you, know you

All I know is we said hello

Your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

And everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday, yeah

Is everything has changed

All I know is we said hello

So dust off your highest hopes

All I know is pouring rain

And everything has changed

All I know is a new found grace

All my days, I'll know your face

All I know since yesterday, yeah

Is everything has changed"

Mia wrote that about me? She'd told me I inspired this song but I had no idea how much till now. She probably didn't know this, but honestly every word was exactly how I felt from the second I met her too. I was smiling like an idiot and I couldn't stop. I yelled at the guys to come listen and they adored the song as much as I did.

"Look at your face!" Calum suddenly said, pointing at me."I reckon our little Mikey is in LOVE!"

I must have still been grinning, even though the music stopped playing.

"Ooohhh really?" Luke and Ash said together in a teasing tone.

"Very funny Cal," I said rolling my eyes. "She has a boyfriend, remember?"

"That doesn't mean you're not in love with her." He said, smirking.

"Yeah but I'm not, so why don't you do me favor and fuck off." I said the last part sarcastically, flipping him off.

"Yeah you keep telling yourself that, mate," Calum chuckled as he walked out of my room. Ash and Luke laughed as they followed him.

I rolled my eyes again as I turned back to my computer. I saved the song to my computer and my phone. I was about to call Mia but her ringtone, which was Don't Stop Believing by Journey(one of her favorite songs), started blaring from my phone before I could.

Her broken voice on the other end of the phone told me that something really bad had happened and I wanted to kick Jesse's ass for making her cry. I pushed my feelings aside and I was in my car before I even asked if she wanted me to pick her up or meet.

When I got to Mia's house, I was surprised to see that it was a fancy mansion near Sunset Boulevard. She wasn't famous enough to afford that quite yet, though I knew she would be soon. Her boyfriend must be rich or something. She ran out to my car and I could see the pain in her eyes so I just hugged her for a moment. She didn't want to talk about it so I just took her to my house.

She looked tired so I carried her inside to the movie room. She mumbled something about loving my hair which made me chuckle. I'd forgotten I dyed it again last night, but I was glad she liked it. I set her down on the reclining couch and told her I'd be right back. I ran up to my room, discarded my jacket, grabbed pillows and blankets and brought them to the movie room. I set everything up and put on The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride, which is one of her favorite disney movies. I snuggled with her and wrapped my black comforter around us. She rested her head on my chest and I brushed my fingers through her hair while we watched the movie. We both started dozing off around 3/4 of the way through the movie when Kiara and Kovu were having their moment while Love Will Find A Way started playing.

I was abruptly awoken by Mia jumping up from the couch and groaning in pain as her foot got caught in the blankets and she fell to the floor.

"Mia?! Are you okay?" I exclaimed as I went to help her up.

"I'm fine. It's just late and I have to-" But I was not paying attention to her words because standing up shifted her oversized sweatshirt off of her shoulder and revealed a dark purple and blue hand print shaped bruise on her shoulder/upper arm.

"Oh my god, your shoulder," I said as I grabbed her wrist to bring her in for a closer look but she made a pained sound so I quickly loosened my grip. Confused, I pushed her sleeve up and found more bruises on her wrist and arm.

"What the fuck is-" I started to say, but she yanked her hand away and pulled her sleeve down.

"It's nothing," she said, moving the top part of her sweatshirt back into place as well.

"That's not nothing. Did Jesse do this to you?" I asked, worriedly.

"I-um...just...don't worry about it, Michael. It's none of your business," she insisted, backing toward the door.

"None of my-...Mia, you're my best friend and I care about you. Of course it's my business!" I exclaimed as I looked at her with wide eyes.

"Well, I don't want to talk about it. I have to go before he gets home," She said, turning to open the door.

"No wait!" I said, bringing her back to face me. I noticed a very faint darkness around her eye under her makeup that could pass as sleep deprivation but I knew better. Motherfucker had given her a black eye. I was torn between rage and and worry. But I purposely kept my voice calm for her. "Don't go back there. Just stay here and we'll keep you safe. You know we will."

"Michael, stop. You don't understand." She said, pulling away from me and looking down. The broken voice had returned and I could see tears dropping onto her sleeves.

I lifted her face so I could look into her eyes. "So help me to understand."

She gazed up at me for a moment and her eyes flooded over as she spoke.

"It's not just about my safety. Jesse's a big executive in the music world and holds all my contracts. He controls my career. He controls my money. He controls EVERYTHING. He could probably even ruin your career if he finds out about you and I won't let that happen. I have to go back to him or I'll lose everything and you could too."

I stood there in shock for a minute, absorbing this information. That explained the mansion and her eyes darting around and the rushing to leave and everything. Her boyfriend was an absolute piece of shit who used his power to control and abuse her.

I pulled her into my arms and held her close. "Hey, shhh, it's gonna be okay. We'll figure it out."

I doubted this asshole could do anything to my career or the band. We got lucky and had a pretty powerful management and legal team. Actually, maybe they could help with this situation.

"Hold on, I have an idea," I said, explaining it to her and then taking her with me to find the boys. Turned out they were in the downstairs studio messing around with their instruments. Feldy was there too.

I had Mia sit with the guys while I talked to Feldy alone. He agreed to help and got on the phone immediately. It was actually not as late as we thought so he was able to contact the appropriate people fairly easily. When he was done we went back to the others and I let Mia know that the plan would work.

"What plan? What's going on?" Ashton asked.

"It's up to you if you want to tell them or not," I told Mia.

She debated for a moment before standing up and removing her sweatshirt. She wore a basic grey tank top underneath and her arms, chest and back were all discolored by different levels of bruises. There were yellowing ones under the fresh purple ones. she lifted her tank top a little to reveal more layers of violet, blue, green and yellow on her stomach.

"OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED? WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!" Ashton shouted, running over to her.

Calum and Luke flipped out too and started badgering her with questions.

Feldy remained calm but I could tell he was trying very hard to hold it together.

I just gaped at her in horror. It was painful to see her like this, like I felt each blow along with her. I worked to control my emotions while she explained everything to them. I helped her put her sweatshirt back on while I told them my idea and the boys were obviously on board.

We sat there planning for a long time, all the while reassuring Mia that everything would be okay...

@jetblackbritt13

#5sos #michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #michael 5sos #calum hood #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #michael clifford x reader #michael clifford fanfic #michael clifford hq #5 seconds of summer fanfiction

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tobiasdrake · 1 year ago

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This sucks. This fucking sucks. Everything sucks. I'm going to start hitting things. And then I'm not going to stop. I'm going to hit all of the things until I've punched myself reasonable again.

Okay, that is NOT a recording. Has to be either an AI or a human speaking through a mic. It's talking directly to us.

*deep breath* I am not looking forward to finding the rest of the bodies. This sucks. Bet you that was Halara that we were seeing through the window. Looked kinda blueish.

But hey, at least Yakou died first. Kodaka did not start dropping bodies with the LGBT characters.

Sure, Yuma. Start shouting twenty feet away from the ravenous homunculi that track targets by sound.

Yo is that fucking NUMBER ONE? I'm gonna pay Halara to murder him if it--

...oh, no.

This is seriously how we're going to get infodumps on this place? Finding convenient lore examinations on the corpses of our friends? Great. Okay. That's fine. T_T

Yep. I remember that. The Unified Government was having Amaterasu do a bunch of shady research, which we figured was connected to the homunculi.

It seemed previously like Kanai Ward becoming an independent city-state ruled unilaterally by Amaterasu was the company breaking away from UG. But now that we know more about homunculi, I'm beginning to wonder.

It seemed previously that isolating the city was externally-motivated. They wanted to form their own corporate nation. But now I'm wondering if it might be internally-motivated; That they wanted to keep the homunculi contained to this one location while they figured out what to do with them.

This city might be a prison, meant to keep the homunculi under an illusion of stability as deep research and hard conversations are going on in the upper echelons of the international and corporate infrastructures. UG could be in on it. The WDO could be in on it.

It's a huge conspiracy. Three guesses how Amaterasu found out the WDO was sending a small army of Master Detectives into the city and was able to neutralize most of them.

Or that. I suppose that also makes sense. UG is being blackmailed such that if the homunculi get exposed, UG's involvement with them gets exposed too. They aren't in cahoots; They're under Mutually Assured Destruction over this.

Weird that he has this intel on him, though. Is this stuff that Desuhiko knew?

Ooh, maybe this is like the real Desuhiko and they made a homunculus Desuhiko that we've been spending all this time with, and--

No, stop. That's just wishful thinking. Let's move on.

~_~ So a homunculus pops into existence fully formed as... whoever. So maybe we have been spending time with homunculus copies of everyone.

I'm on the fence, but that's starting to seem more possible. Of course, it could be a false hope meant to string us along into a despairful revelation, so I'm not putting all of my eggs in that basket.

Okay, time to go look at what I'm sure will be Halara's body.

I dunno, man. I've seen what Halara does to fully sapient cops. I have a hard time believing a trio of shamblers would able to lay a finger on them. I'm sure this is either Halara's body or a Halara's body, but it's nonetheless a hard sell.

More importantly, do they have more lore drops for us?

Is that where Makoto came from? Did Amaterasu's facility outperform the other one so Makoto jumped ship to play for the winning team? Or was the other facility doing better? Makoto did manage to make incredible waves with an amazing super-project as soon as he got here. (Forever Rain, most likely)

Fuck's sake, is that what the World Detective Organization is for? Bring together the most talented people in the world so they can clone up some homunculi using those people as a genetic base?

That means there is a distinct possibility that our friends are one batch of UG homunculi sent into Kanai Ward from outside but the native people here are Amaterasu homunculi, with different rules between. And these bodies could be a separate batch of UG homunculi made from the same genetic base as our group.

Remember when we arrived in the city and were told we were the only survivors? Maybe there were multiple sets of the same Master Detectives unknowingly working independent of each other in the city.

Maybe that's the key to Real Yuma. He could be, like, a Yuma. But a different Yuma. That oddly repeating ramen shop could be the base of operations for another Master Detective set.

I feel confident now that this is a person on a mic using voice disguiser. Maybe even Makoto himself?

How. How do you know that. Hey voice? Hey voice guy? How do you fucking know that!?

This has to be Number One, right? He must be the person who gave the Book of Death to Yuma, knowing full well what it contains.

Or. Wait. No. I still think it's Makoto. Shinigami was being super dodgy about him; I think Makoto has a pre-existing relationship with the Book of Death.

There's that conviction he's been looking for. I don't necessarily agree with Yuma's principles but it's nice when he gets to be confident.

Yeah, I'm thinking WDO is the rival homunculus research facility to Amaterasu. Our mysterious tour guide is undoubtedly someone with a past relationship to both WDO and Shinigami. He knows what Makoto's been doing and quotes the detectives' bullshit creed.

I think Makoto used to work for WDO but he jumped ship for Amaterasu and used what he knew from the more successful company to advance Amaterasu's research by leaps and bounds. I speculated before that Makoto may be a former host to Shinigami and that's why he's taken such interest in Yuma. I still think that.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

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vegance · 2 years ago

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Hey, so I just wanted you to know that your blog's changed the way I look at veganism and the livestock industry.

Unfortunately I won't be going vegan anytime soon because I have disordered eating habits and I'm not in a place where I'm ready for that big of a change, but I'm definitely gonna try some new things.

I think what really hit me is that you're right about leftists wanting to Do Something but covering their ears and yelling whenever veganism is brought up, despite it being something that would genuinely make a difference. It IS way worse for the environment to eat animal products and all the animal industries want us to turn on each other and hate quinoa so we keep buying into the propaganda they're spewing out on the daily and make fun of vegans instead of cheering you on. Maybe it's because a lot of the interactions vegans and non vegans have can get hostile on both sides, or maybe its just some imagined bitterness being stoked by outside forces (ie the industries that want us to hate each other.)

Some people have stronger willpower than others but that doesn't give us the right to be jerks to those people just because their mere existence makes us feel bad. Leftists should instead try to make changes where we can, and where we can't we can at least acknowledge the facts and try to do a bit better. I think there's this perception that vegans dislike non-vegans as a rule and accuse everyone else of hating animals and vice versa. But ignorance and willful ignorance are very different things. Even if leftists want to pretend that there are ways of being fully ethical when using animal products, we can't pretend that the industry isn't driving the planet closer to the brink of environmental collapse. If we can hate oil companies with such united vitriol, why aren't we hating factory farming with the same enthusiasm? Like I said, leftists should stop trying to poke holes in a fact-based, bulletproof argument and if we can't change for whatever reason we should support the people who can.

We all have to limp towards some kind of sustainable life together now and I think instead of being so indignant, non-vegans should be saying: 'Vegans do have it right, animal industries are cruel and destroying the planet, but I want to keep my life the same because I'm comfortable like this. I'm not ready to change, but maybe I can do things differently where I can afford it.' and vegans could then say: 'We can help.'

It sounds cliche, but we're stronger together as long vegans are willing to drag a few of us along until we get our act together... I'm behind you, but I'm a bit slower. Please wait for me.

Thank you for pointing things out in a way that makes sense but doesn't exclude anybody for being ignorant or stubborn. It worked. Keep going. Things are starting to change.

thank you!!

honestly being vegan for some time now, the thing that bothers me is truly anti-vegans and their willful ignorance, not non vegans, and especially not non-vegans who ally themselves with veganism.

people change at their own pace and and have different struggles they face.

from the point I started to reduce my meat consumption to when I became vegan, it probably took me five years? and I was vegetarian for a year with the clear plan to go vegan before I made the change.

it should be a sustainable change that lasts. And anyone who is open to questioning their beliefs and habits is welcome here, and I‘m always willing to help where I can :)

#ed tw #ask #sorry this took me so long

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the-firebird69 · 2 months ago

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There are a few more things to discuss our son's living quarters and the daily routine is a nightmare these people are a living nightmare and they're not making it any better by screaming and yelling threats at them and that's their opposition so we are going to go ahead and suggest it stop that,

- Those two suck real bad our sunset and that was a year ago our son said a year ago about Ben and Mack and said they're sitting there messing around with me the whole time and the cities do it then they do it the other way and Ken said I can hardly stand being near him and they do it to me all the time so we took a look at it and it's the empire it's righting over something and using them and it got really mad and it was at whatever that place is perkins or something. Now these people lost it and then gave it back a little and lost it then they totally dropped it because they thought they were going to beat us because they thought we were in bamboozled and we keep saying we can actually hear you say it coming out of your stupid mouth and it's telling you a lot more people than just us and that brings us to this message.

- We don't want your advice about anything but since you told us all that stuff about your plan we helped maneuver and orchestrate a way to stop it fully and now none of you will have a plan for the most part but you won't notice it and we're getting made out that we can start to say it a little but pretty soon you will have nothing and it will say the balls can share all nuts eric we can stupid people but we don't like hyou

- There's things happening and they're big and the morons here I tried to cover it as are the pseudo empire they went out into the rings and expended 4.6 billion people over the past day and a half that's pitiful and they're continuously doing it and we called up more and they're going to lose more people and leadership is down again by a 10th each group. See we noticed that you are tracking typing errors in grammarical errors or sentence making you just make that much so going around and we're tracking the errors you're making with us breaking our rules and laws and your laws which are ours we are making the pay for each and every time and for you pestering us and him and all acts of war and we are laying into you and you're completely nuts you're saying we don't do anything about it it's like we're going around getting rid of you for doing it and we said we are and that's what we're doing and you're fools that's the answer the point is that you're dumb The point is that they're trying to initialize their plan with all this yapping and their own people want them to shut up and they won't and they constantly expose it because they believe they have some kind of computer program that will save them even though they are not hard to hack into none of them can stop people from hacking including Dave

- There's more to this of course the reasoning is that you're foolish **** you're gonna try a maneuver that's one thing but your attitude here is so surreal and mean and artery and nasty and honorary and gross you're just really gross people you decide to look into it a lot and we did found out a lot of your suicidal and you want to rig stuff and blow things up and we saw you out there doing it and let me tell you about it wipe your people out and you get killed and you continue doing it and you're wasted damn time you want to threaten the population for other people's stuff and we think you're nuts because we're trying to do it too it's insanity it frees us from any responsibility of helping you and we'd be forcing us to make things and we're making them anyways and we have to force you out and it's training and growing our force

- Mostly the big news is huge losses in the ring no there's something else happening regular people have noticed that the attitude is coming from here that you people are disgusting evil lowlife terrorists and they're not tolerating you anymore so they're going after you here and abroad and wherever you are they're going to bring you down and they're attacking each other is making it possible now this is very big news and you should hear how it's coming together. Huge crowds are going out and gathering you up because you keep doing that stupid crap and they're putting it to death immediately we need to unrace and it is a big development it's happening in all of the big cities and they're outskirt area and in the countryside they're looking for you morons so we had to be up and we're going out there with these groups some of them would have to get rid of and we mean the whole group and they're getting cleaned for that

- There are a couple more things to this newsflash these people are tired of you go between being the problem and never getting hit right and always fighting each other they don't think it's that hard but you're making a big deal out of it and then found out you're asking for stuff and other places and they're going after you and you do suck and the empire plan to do this too for the most part yes but you fell for the whole thing almost too easily and that's another part of it they're going in after your nuclear weapons everywhere to shut you idiots down

- there's other things in the news and it is pretty big it's that they have started on several of these missions one of them is to find if there is cadmium on board the Nostromos that's what it's supposed to have and what they're saying is they have a precious cargo and they're heading this way for people to intercept and to be incompetent people as boarding parties and it doesn't look like they listen so that actually is going to start they know where the ship is and it's just kind of sitting there and we know that they go near it and it turns on and starts to move to show that share someone's on board And to discourage peopleAnd to discourage people from breaching the vessel.

- There's other things happening but this is very big news and yeah the biggest is regular people are attacking again and they're moving out to go to your nuclear bunkers and including Mac proper

Thor Freya

Olympus

We did hear it all and we're paying attention and we're gonna publish this is good news but the purge thing doesn't really last and the rest of it's not bad but there is some pretty hefty news coming out in a minute

Hera

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plumblossomcafe · 5 months ago

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Ch.14: Wangshu(4/4)

After leaving Mt.Aocang, the trio headed to their final destination, Wangshu Inn, where they'll hopefully find the Yaksha

Paimon: Oh, this seems to be Wangshu Inn. Compared to Jueyun Karst, this place seems basic. Are we really gonna find an adeptus here? Let's take a look. Paimon reckons he'll be on the balcony. Heh, doubt we're going to find him in the kitchen.

Y/n: You just want to go to the kitchen and eat, Paimon

Paimon: Hey!!! *stomps her foot*

Aether: *sighs*

When they made it to the balcony, they couldn't find the Yaksha, but they decided to admire the scenery before them, and soon the Yaksha appeared

Xiao: To the blind, everything may not be as it appears...

Aether/Paimon: !!!

Y/n: *happy* "Xiao!!!"

Xiao: *noticed Y/n* "Qingxin?" A Sigil of Permission? You came prepared. Though this only prevents me from hurting you myself. Doesn't stop you from getting hurt in other ways.

Paimon: Uhh... Paimon doesn't get it...

Xiao: Too much contact with our world is breaking the rules. Mortal souls are not as robust as those of adepti, nor can your blood carry this level of adeptal energy. It's for your own good. Leave. Now.

Y/n: "Right, How could I forget that, Xiao kept telling about this, Did D̴̨̡̛̥̺͓̤͖̗͎̩̳̠̦ͣ͌̉̋̽ͣ̍͌̅ͭ̈́͞_̸̣͓̜͉ͤ̔́̎͟͝o̢̡̦̟̹̮̩̦̜̟̪̞͐͒ͦ̒͊͂̓̋̆̄ͣ͌ͤ̆̉ͥ̉ͣ́͢͜͢͜͞ţ̵͓̞̜͉̤̯̟̟̪͉̗ͨ̐ͤ̿ͬ̃̓̇̈ͩͦ̐͞t̸̛͚̘̥̻̙̻̥̖̅̐̓́͛ͯͯͯ̌͐ͮ͒͘̕͢͟͝_̸̨̡̘̱̮̭́̑ͣ̏̚ǫ̡̧̛̫̼̗̻̟̗̰̰̜͖͎̜̹͗͗̍̎ͬͮ́̉ͩ̀ͯ̊̽ͤ̍ͬ̚r̴̢̢͔̤̫̭̮̗̺̺̹̤̜͉͚̻̐ͣ͌ͣ͐̀ͥ̐͑ͭ̈͐̔ͪ͋̆͊̅ͦ͆͆̑͘e̴̡̛̲̩̼͇͎͉̫̱̖̝̝ͮ̄̊́͑̀ͩͮͯͨͥ́̅̽ͯ̎ͥ̓ͮͪ̎̕͘͘͟͠͡ traumatize me so bad to the point where I can't remember anything but what he did?" *holding her heard while having a pained and sad expression*

Paimon: Wait a sec, we came here to...

Xiao: *disappeared*

Paimon: Argh! Paimon's... peeved! All he does is think about himself! Paimon wants to give him an ugly nickname... but if you tick off an adeptus, the only thing you'll probably ever find in treasure chests is cabbages! Bleurgh! Ugh... Guess we should go ask the boss lady of the inn about just how she manages to talk to adepti.

At the front counter

Y/n: Exuse me, could you please tell us about that adeptus?

Verr Goldet: Oh? You've already met Xiao? Not bad. Not often, he's in a good enough mood to agree to see people.

Paimon: That's his good mood?

Verr Goldet: Oh yes, the adepti are very hard to come by. Many people go their whole lives praying to them, never once actually getting to see one. When the Geo Archon built Liyue, he borrowed power from the adepti. But most of them only know how to protect Liyue by fighting. So for many millennia, it has instead been humans who have led Liyue, whilst the adepti have lived hidden away on the outskirts.

Paimon: You really know a lot, huh boss lady.

Verr Goldet: It's not "boss lady," it's just boss... Anyway, seen as you have the favor of the adepti, things should be a lot easier. Well... If you wanna know my opinion... If you keep Xiao in a good mood, things should be okay.

Paimon: Good mood? Can't really imagine what a "good mood" looks like for that "Vigilant Yaksha."

Verr Goldet: Haha! Will be interesting, won't it? "Come to think of it, I've never seen him smile either..." How 'bout this — you go see the chef for a bowl of Almond Tofu, and a plate of whatever it is you are best at making. Almond Tofu is one of the few human foods Xiao likes. The other dish is up to you.

Y/n: Ooh! I know! A Satisfying Salad would work. It's easy to prepare and it's nutritious at the same time

Smiley Yanxiao: Can't you guys see I'm on break, kids? Scram.

Y/n: *intimidated by his appearance* E-excuse me, we'd like an Almond To—

Smiley Yanxiao: Scram!

Y/n: Eep!!! *hides behind Aether*

Paimon: Whoa, this chef guy's service is about as good as that Wagner guy's back in Mondstadt.

Aether: *serious and a little pissed off* It's for the boss, Goldet.

Smiley Yanxiao: ... I see. If it's for the boss, then guess I don't have a choice now, do I? But my heart's not really in it right now, not enough to make a dessert as painstaking as Almond Tofu.

Paimon: And why is that?

Smiley Yanxiao: A fencer's hand must be steady, so too must the hand of a chef. But my hands, I'm... they're not steady... Because ahh, a traveler once told me that this inn... is haunted.

Y/n: "H-haunted!?! Like those horror stories!?!" *scared*

Smiley Yanxiao: And then, just now — just now! In the kitchen... I saw something... something not right.

Paimon: "This chef looks so intimidating, but speak of ghosts, and he becomes weak."

Smiley Yanxiao: I keep thinking... even Wangshu Inn isn't safe. I—I can't keep a steady hand for something like Almond Tofu.

Paimon: Alright, Aether, Y/n. In the name of high-quality Almond Tofu, we need to go check this kitchen out.

At the inn's kitchen

Paimon: Doesn't seem to be anyth— ......

Aether: *sees the ghost of a girl running*

Paimon: #@&%*!

Y/n: *scared* Waaaaaah! *immediately runs out the kitchen*

Paimon: *quickly follows after her*

Aether: Uh....

Smiley Yanxiao: What!? You saw it too! There really is a ghost! What... How can I...

Y/n: *holding onto Aether*

(Pretend it's you and Aether and ignore the Ayato on Thoma's back and the bug spray, I haven't been able to find the artist since I just saw the comic on YouTube, of you guys know, let me know so I could give credits)

Paimon: Okay, so he's useless now. What do we do? Forget it. Let's just go see the boss lady again.

Aether: Y/n, please get off so I could properly walk...

Verr Goldet: Hehe... Scared of something so insignificant. Hard to believe he was once a notorious bandit.

Paimon: You don't seem that afraid of ghosts, boss lady.

Verr Goldet: Gods and ghosts, I've seen it all before.

Paimon: Come to think of it, others don't seem to know there's an adeptus here at the inn, except for the boss lady...

Verr Goldet: Shh! Say any more, and you'll be divulging my little secret. Right. Best you two be off. Go see to it that little ghost doesn't go scaring anybody else. Not that I'm ordering you around. It's like the adeptus said that mortal souls are not as robust as those of the adepti. So as to not be harmed when dealing with the adepti, you can start by practicing with that ghost.

Aether: *finally managed to pry Y/n off him* But how should we persuade the ghost?

Verr Goldet: There is a calligraphy painting in the inn known as the Witness Sigil. It's been in circulation for over a thousand years. Go take a look at it. Once you have, look for a place outside where you can see the exact same Witness Sigil formation.

Aether: Alright, but I think it's best if Y/n stays here and rest up

Y/n: Eh!?! Why? I'm fine

Paimon: Paimon agrees, Paimon notices that Y/n doesn't sleep well, and when she does, she immediately wakes up due to nightmares and even refuses to go back to sleep so lately you haven't been sleeping well Y/n

Y/n: But...

Verr Goldet: I can set up a room for you right now, I also noticed that detail, too, don't worry, once you hit the fluffy bed and pillows, you'll have a good rest

Aether: We'll wake you up once we finish with the problem

Y/n: ... *gets gently pushed by Verr Goldet in order to get guided to a room*

After following the ghost around and defeating the ruin guard, she possed(Nah, I hated this part of the Archon quest😃)

Dusky Ming: ♪ Silly-churl, billy-churl ♪...

Paimon: Phew... Finally caught you. Paimon's pooped.

Dusky Ming: ♪ Silly-billy hilichurl ♪ ...

Paimon: Haunting things isn't nice! Little girl, are you listening?

Dusky Ming: ♪ Chilly-churl, frilly-churl ♪ ...

Paimon: Now listen here, young lady!

Dusky Ming: ...Okay. Dusky Ming won't tease the travelers at the inn anymore. Next time, Aether can come play with Dusky Ming. If you don't come and play, Dusky Ming will come find you~

Smiley Yanxiao: Wh-What... You really got the ghost to promise to stop haunting the inn? Wow... You really are something... I am in your debt. Please wait a moment. I'll make you the smoothest, silkiest bowl of Almond Tofu.

At the kitchen

Smiley Yanxiao: Haha, my hands are steadier than ever now that she's gone.

Paimon: Hey, let's go check up on Y/n

Aether: I was about to say the same thing

(Pretend it's you)

Y/n: ...Aether? Paimon?...Xiao? Dad?...Papa? *scared*

Y/n was just all alone in this dark and empty void, and only the silence finally ended when screams of bloody murder, pain, and agony of people were heard

???: You...

***: You're the reason why we died

Y/n: *covering her ears* Who are you!?! What do you want with me!?!

Die

We died because of you...

It's your fault!!!!

All: PAY THE PRICE WITH YOUR LIFE!!!!

Soon, many black arms emerged from the void, all aiming twords Y/n with the goal of making her suffer like they did

Y/n: No!!!

Y/n: *immediately wakes up*

Aether: Y/n!!! You alright? *worried*

Paimon: You were crying in your sleep.... *worried

Y/n: eh? *wipes her tears away*

Aether: Was it a nightmare? Do you want to talk about it?

Y/n: ... *nods her head in "no"*

Aether: ...Alright, well, we just came to check on you, we finished with the ghost, so we're just waiting for Yanxiao to finish making the Almond Tofu

Paimon: Yeah!! We could get you a snack while we're at it. A snack will make you feel better

Y/n: Alright...

When they returned to the balcony, Xiao was there, and it seemed that Xiao noticed them and was not that happy when they returned once more

Xiao: ... You three again.

Paimon: Wait! Don't go disappearing again.

Y/n: Here... *hands the food to him*

Xiao: What's this?

Paimon: It's your favorite, Almond Tofu! As well as this distant traveler's best dish — a Satisfying Salad. Aether, Y/n! Quick! Tell him everything before he finishes eating!

Fastforward the summary of recent events

Xiao: Rex Lapis... How could this be? I... I can't imagine it. Though times have changed, I've never imagined a Liyue without him. The ruling Qixing... Just what role have they played in this? ... I will seek Moon Carver, Mountain Shaper, and Cloud Retainer. It is time they, too, made their decisions.

Aether: Will the adepti take over his role in Liyue?

Xiao: Adepti do not turn on their responsibilities. I have my reasons to not want to be tainted by the mortal realm, but... responsibilities are responsibilities. Our god is the God of Contracts, after all.

Paimon: Wait! Paimon still has one last question.

Xiao: Hmm?

Paimon: That... Dusky Ming. She's...

Xiao: When conquering demons, on occasion, you can come across spirits who have never hurt anyone yet are also not yet able to be moved on. So I asked the innkeeper and the boss if they could keep her here for a time.

Paimon: So really, Wangshu Inn was looking after her! Really keeping a wide range of business going, huh!

Skit of what happened before Aether and Paimon went to check on Y/n:

Y/n: *sleeping peacefully*

Xiao: *sitting on the bed next to her* ...Qingxin... *tucks a strand of hair behind her ear*

(Pretend it's you and Xiao)

Xiao: "My Qingxin returned..."

Y/n: *starts to move uncomfortably in her sleep* No...*crying* I'm sorry...

Xiao: *places his hand on her head softly, caressing it* ....nightmares....*hears noises coming twords the room*

Paimon: Paimon wonders if Y/n is finally getting the rest she needs

Aether: We'll find out

Xiao: "Shit" *disappears*

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dreamt-some-dreams · 1 year ago

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I'm outside on my yard, playing with dolls or something, just messing around, when This car driven by a guy, with two in the back, and a girl sitting on the convertible roof, stops. They get out and I crouched down in my little house on the yard. They're looking through the top and I'm hoping they'll go away soon when I temeber myself and pop out, saying something witty I think. They laugh and the guy says "hey we have a house up the street. Why don't u join us". I'm sitting on the convertible with the girl before climbing into shotgun. I'm talking to them, learning their names, laughing. The girls name is Kate but she has a very long and complicated actual name and we're all trying to learn it. They're really cool and beautiful and funny and I'm having a great time. We arrive at the house and all pile out. It's big, peeling soft blue, and on a hill street. We go in. There's a ton of people our age. They lead me into the living room, which is huge and filled with more people. They're sitting on old sofas, overstuffed chairs, or on the ground in a huge circle around a huge board game. The group I walked in with introduce me they all say hi. They tell me they're playing this game, someone tells me they always play this game with a laugh, as we plop into a couch. They explain the rules and tell me I can go first. I roll and get s really good one "damn guys she got in the pumpkins her first time. Bullshit this is ur first time" and I'm supposed to pick some kind of hair and they have to guess what it is later. I picked the hairs on my fingers. Then this guy goes, one I've been laughing and talking with and enjoy his company, he looks like Khalid. He rolls and, based on where he landed, he goes up to this girl. He's supposed to touch her butt or something but he does it really aggressively, really feeling her up. It makes me uncomfortable but it seems to be a normal part of the game. Then a little person steps out and says, "dude why did u do that. That was completely inappropriate. You can't just do that." And also claims to be the first guys dad, which idk maybe they were best friends. And they start fighting, Khalid saying that he doesn't care it's the game wtf is his problem. Tells him he's gonna kick him. I'm sitting, watching this as they fight in front of me. Everyone is just sort of watching, standing up now, in this circle closing in. Then Khalid goes to kick the little person, a low kick like for a football, and I step down on his foot before he can land the kick. Everyone turns to look at me. "Wtf are you doing. This has nothing to do with you. You don't know what's happening." I'm standing. "You're right. But let me tell you what's happening from the eyes of a stranger. You were aggressively feeling up that girls ass. she was crying out, clearly very uncomfortable. You made me uncomfortable and all the other girls here too probably. I understand it's a game, but where's the consent?! And then someone, your own dad, steps in to tell you that wasn't okay, and you escalate the situation into a fight!? What because you don't want to seen weak or talked down to. Is that why you did all of this?" I'm yelling at this point "and for what!?!" Everyone is stunned silent. I storm out, make a dramatic exit. As i reach the threshold it's still quiet. I realize I took off my shoes back in the room and can't go back to get them. I stand there for a bit. Then I go rummaging through a shoe bid, where all the old shoes are. Probably the owners. I find these old light yellow converse, a guys shoe for sure. It's too big but it'll do. As I leave I see a handful of them standing on the balcony, smoking or staring at the view in silence. That means they didn't just go back to playing the game. That means maybe my words landed. I need to come back for my shoes. I'll go back another day. I think I've found a place there.

#2017 #i think #party #violence

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willinglyghoulified · 2 years ago

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Excerpt from Book 2, Chapter 4

I love this tense back-and-forth and had to share this one with you all. (Spoilers included, so if you want to read the full books you can do it here without the spoilers.)

"Can't wait to see what ol' Preston's gonna say when he finds me back in Sanctuary," muttered Hancock.

"He shouldn't even be here right now. Before I left, he said he was going to go to the Castle. We shouldn't have to —"

I stopped mid-sentence as I caught sight of Preston walking down the sidewalk with Shaun. He had an armful of water bottles while Shaun had three or four in his hands. Must have been the water Sturges mentioned.

"Just let me talk to him," I whispered to Hancock. "You can go ahead, and I'll meet you in the house."

Preston was talking with a very excited Shaun. As soon as he spotted Hancock walking into my house, his smile faded. He glared at him, then quickly scanned the area for me.

Shaun's eyes followed his gaze and met mine. He sprinted in my direction, struggling to keep hold of the water bottles as he carried them by the caps. "Mom! Mom! You're home!"

"Yeah, I'm back, hon." I opened my arms for him.

He rammed his head into my shoulder and nuzzled me. "You said a few days! It's almost been a week." He pulled back and frowned.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry. I had a lot of things to take care of. I won't be leaving again until after I finish repairing the water line with Sturges. I promise."

"So, you have time to stay a while?"

"Absolutely." I gave him a reassuring smile.

By this time, Preston had caught up with Shaun and loomed over me. I let go of Shaun, straightened up, and met Preston's eyes. I wasn't going to back down from Preston, and he knew it. The irritation was obvious on his face, though.

"What's he doing here?"

"He is going to be staying with us a while."

"But Mama Murphy —"

"Had no problem with Hancock, even when she knew what was going to happen."

"Are you talking about that old lady that passed away the day after I got here?" asked Shaun.

"Hush, Shaun. Go take that water to Sturges. He must be thirsty."

He huffed. "Oka-a-ay."

As Shaun amde his way to the gate, Preston and I walked toward my house. Not intentionally; that's just where he was headed regardless of my permission. When Preston opened the door with his free hand, we saw Hancock lunging on the couch, inhaling some Jet.

Preston scoffed at his blatant chem usage. "Hancock."

"What's up, Garvey?" he asked nonchalantly without looking up.

"We discussed this."

"We did. But your General here gave me permission to crash in Sanctuary."

"If you're going to stay, I expect you to follow our rules."

"Keep your shirt on, kid." He took another hit of Jet and placed the inhaler back in his pocket.

"Preston, he won't be any trouble," I insisted.

Preston faced me directly. "Is this the kind of people you want around Shaun?"

I was taken aback. "Excuse me?"

Hancock stood up. "What's your problem?"

"What other kinds of people have you been socializing with on the side?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was any of your business, Dad." I crossed my arms.

Preston reached into his coat pocket then and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He thrust it toward me. "Here. This is for you. Power suit types showed up two days ago and dropped it off."

I took the paper from his hand and opened it. It read, "Our offer still stands."

"If you're going to do dealings with other factions on behalf of the Minutemen, I expect you to tell your second-in-command about them."

I crumpled up the paper and shoved it in my pocket. "First of all, you need to drop the attitude, Preston, or we're not talking about anything."

He sighed. "It's just, with the Institute finally gone, the Brotherhood is going to be competing with the Minutemen for territory and resources. If you're going to deal with them, I wanna know about it. You always make decisions without me."

I went red-faced. "You're the one that keeps forcing me to make decisions on my own! 'It's up to you, General. It's your decision, General.' And that's not reason enough for you to make this personal. Bringing Shaun into it was crossing the line."

He rubbed his eyes. "I know, I know... I'm sorry about that."

"Now, secondly, I haven't made any deals with them. If I do, it won't be on behalf of the Minutemen."

"What was their offer?"

"They wanted me to work for them. They didn't give me any other details. They offered me ammunitions, caps, Power Armor, the whole nine."

Preston looked at Hancock. "And how do you feel about this? You're just as much a part of her inner circle as me."

"Gwen's a grown-ass woman who can make her own decisions regardless of how I feel about the Brotherhood. Don't try draggin' me into this."

Preston looked back and forth between the two of us with scrutiny, seemingly catching on to our partnership. "How long do you plan on staying in Sanctuary?"

"As long as I fucking please, Garvey. Now stop grillin' me before you bring me down."

"Preston, we need to rest. It's been a long couple of days, and I need to get dinner started for Shaun."

He gave me a curt nod. "See you tomorrow, General." He left and shut the door behind him, his arm still full of bottled water.

"He's gonna keep pushin' my buttons until I — ugh, I shouldn't say that..." Hancock flopped down on the couch again.

"He's... definitely hard to be friends with sometimes. But he means well."

"You always say that," he mumbled.

I sat down beside him, happy to get off my feet. "Maybe because I need to convince myself sometimes."

He threw an arm over the back of the couch and rested it behind my head with a groan. "It just feels good to sit down a while." Then he squinted his black eyes at the ceiling. "Is it just me, or does your ceiling fan look like a Radscorpion on a merry-go-round?"

I patted his knee. "It's just you."

"Heh. Thought so. Guess I had one too many hits."

"Hey, on a serious note, I was wondering... How open should we be about our relationship?"

He raised an eyebrow. "What kind of question is that?"

"Just a question."

"Put fliers up for all I care, heh heh."

Unamused, I nudged his arm. "When do we tell Shaun, though?"

"Oh, I didn't think about that." He thought for a moment. "I'll talk to him if ya want."

"You'd do that?"

"Yeah, sure."

I smiled warmly. "Impressive. I didn't expect you to offer. You don't strike me as the type to like kids."

"I don't mind kids. We get along fine."

"Well, I'm holding you to your word. Otherwise, you'll be sleeping on the couch until you do."

He groaned. "Can't have that."

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #fanfiction #fanfic #excerpt #john hancock #hancock #sole survivor #gwenora rose #preston garvey #shaun #sturges #“put fliers up for all I care” has to be one of my favorite headcanon hancock responses

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I gotta whip out the bouncy kitty gif again because omg omg omg the way this ended has me incredibly excited about whatever's coming next

I love the development of Elena's story in this and how you're making such a complex character that you can feel is slowly coming to her own simply because there's someone by her side that will listen to her and support her throughout trying to break free from Roper's hold on her via her family. And the way that you can really tell because we know what happens in the series that not only is she in on the mission because she's now Burr's asset, but that both assets (her and Pine) are aware of one another, which gives her another sort of lifeline in this tangled web that Roper's kind of weaved everyone into.

She really smacked Pine with that "No feelings" rule that just had me so sad for the precious protective meow meow 🥺 Like it's a little too late for that I'm pretty sure he's been fighting back his own feelings as soon as you walked into his room 😤 And I could really feel her struggle to remind herself of that exact rule when she got the hornies just watching her fake boyfriend run across the beach barefoot and barechested like bestie I just know a tear ran down her leg at that moment because…same 👀

And once again I despise Roper he's the absolute worst but if he dedicates a modicum of his dastardly tendencies to pressure our fake boyfriend into giving us a lil kith I'll allow it. 🥴

But Reader OMG…she was such a badass in that last scene standing up for Caro and doing what she could to put Sandy in his place for being a horny lil scumbag, like I would've done the same 😤 I really felt for Caro in that scene where it's like the color just completely drained from her face. She deserved someone to hold her through it or at least make it known that not everyone would just turn a blind eye to the shameless infidelity and it's such a breath of fresh air seeing YN do exactly that 🥺

I love how the instincts took over and both Pine and Jed decided to stand on YN's side. Like it wasn't just a show of "Okay fine we'll hold her back" but rather a show of "Whatever consequences are coming her way we're going to try defending her from it", and Pine really just led the way there taking over and trying to play the field all in the name of protecting her 🥹

Now…that ending!! omg omg omg that ending had me thrashing around in my seat going "AAAAA HE TOLD HER HIS NAME HE TRUSTS HER!!!" And I can't wait for her to be brought up to speed on what he's doing there and hopefully these two can enter their "fake dating with real feelings and also partners in spying" era because I just know they're gonna be absolutely adorable fumbling their way through a pretend relationship especially when you know they can just play the horny card when they get caught too close to places that they shouldn't be in because they were trying to get Roper's intel *hint hint wink wink* 😈😈

I can't wait to see what's next for these two. You have such an amazing series going with this, bestie AAAAAAAAA 💖💛

How To Fake Date A Spy Part Two

Jonathan Pine x fem! Reader Miniseries

Word Count: 6K

Series Summary: You have to deal with numerous men of Roper's business having a gross interest in you for more than small talk. Going to Roper for help, he offers an idea- pretending to be the date of his newest friend. A handsome sous-chef known as Thomas Quince. Little do you know yet, the man's real name is Jonathan Pine and he is on a mission to take Roper down...

Part One

Chapter Warnings: Reader being thirsty, but no smut (yet). Discussions of depression and suicidal intentions with the character of Elena with a note of hope and good mental health and comforting fluffy fix-it goodness. But if you or a loved one have legit intentions, please get help and tell someone, 988 is the American hotline number in addition to 911. Some angst at the end. Discussions of domestic abuse.

A/N: Shout out to @muddyorbsblr for hyping me up as I was writing this draft!!! It always motivates me !!! Thanks, Bestie!!! I hope you guys like it!

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A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

Why the hell was this happening? Why the hell did you even agree to do this?

Just a few minutes before the cocktail party hosted by Roper. The first time you and Thomas would be seen as a couple in public. That is, a pretend couple. You have taken at least twelve anxiety trips to the restroom in the last two hours. You still felt like any minute you would shit yourself. You kept redoing bits of your makeup because your hand kept shaking. If there was a wrong step, a wrong move, you wondered if something would explode. If someone would either laugh at you or Roper would frown. Then again, this was The Worst Man In The World we were talking about. A frown would be the least of your worries if he wasn’t happy. And Thomas, what was going through his head? It was too long since you dated-really dated. And your heart was racing out of your chest.

You took another look in the mirror to make sure your cocktail dress was right. What would he even think? You wondered. He was probably repulsed by you- he was forced into this too! Now that Elena was your roommate, she was applying mascara next to you. But you could only stare blankly at your reflection. Overthinking and psyching yourself out as you scanned your appearance again.

“Hey Y/N, what's up?” she asked.

“I’m…I’m just…uh…nervous,” you replied. Nothing fake about that statement.

“Nervous? How come?” She began.

She looked around and then whispered. “Are you…are you in danger….did…”

“No, Roper didn’t threaten anything!“It’s just uh…I hope…I hope tonight just…goes okay,”

“Alright. Whatever you say. It’s just a cocktail party. Another party full of boring guests doing boring fancy things.”

“Well, Elena…today, uh, I gotta tell you something- uh-”

Then there it was. The fateful knock against the door. You jumped and let out a small shout of surprise. Elena looked at you with wide, scared eyes. You saw her hand shake with the mascara tube. But you held her other hand.

Then a soft, British voice was behind. You felt the teenage girl relax. You, however, did not.

“Y/N, I’m here. Ready when you are.”

Taking in a breath, you went to the door and opened up. Though you were delighted to see Thomas. The black eye and nose healed nicely. The bruises didn’t seem too obvious with his tanned skin. The sight of him was dazzling- a crisp blue suit that brought out how his eyes were like the spring sky. He looked down and smiled at you. You couldn’t speak at the sight of him. Excitement mixed with nervousness.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” he asked with a warm smile.

You looked back and saw that Elena tilted her head and squinted at him.

“Are you escorting us?” asked.

“Y/N is my date, but I’ll be glad to walk you over too,” he replied with a shrug.

You might have grown feathers and laid eggs before Elena's eyes. Her jaw fell to the floor. Then she looked at the two of you.

“Your date?!” she cried.

“Yeah….Thomas and I are dating!” you announced matter-of-factly. At least, you hoped it sounded matter-of-fact.

You put on a smile that you hoped wasn't too false looking- small and happy. You leaned in a little closer to him.

"Why....uh....congrats!" Elena replied.

"Yes...I wanted to tell you Elena, but..." you began

You felt your hands twitch and you hoped she wouldn’t notice. Then Thomas stepped forward.

"No, it's alright....come join us, Elena. You’re always welcome with us.”

As Elena walked out beside you two. Both of your clicking heels echoed in the hallway. Her dark hair contrasted with the white of her dress. As she got closer, you could hear the guests chatting. Her mother stepped up and opened an arm. She went up and got her mother’s hand and then walked to the party.

You walked beside Thomas, only giving the odd glance at him. You felt your heart pick up as you got closer. You felt fluttery inside. When Elena and her mother vanished into the party, Thomas leaned in towards you.

“Nervous?” he asked.

“Is water wet?” you replied dryly.

"Take my hand," he instructed.

He splayed out his hand before you- large and smooth. You reached yours, then hesitated before touching him.

“Your hand?" you repeated.

"Take my hand, Y/N. It will make it more believable,” he said.

With a deep breath, you took his hand. It still felt warm, warm from the sun that shone on his skin. His own large hand was soft on you again. With his free hand, he touched your chin, his thumb going to the corners of your mouth. It felt as intimate as a kiss on your thigh. You felt yourself take a breath so deep, you got a little dizzy. Then you went up to him. Suddenly, though there was a whole party of people, it felt like you two were the only ones on earth. Though you had more presentation of calm, his voice was doing nothing for your racing heart.

“Now…we have to smile. Just relax. It’ll be easier than you think,” he advised.

You unclenched your jaw at him. Under the graze of his thumb, you felt the corners of your lips twitch up.

“There…there it is,” he said, with a smile that matched yours.

Then use that…like method acting. Y/N you thought.

So then you both walked on and entered holding hands. It was another large group with cocktails in wide glasses and thin stems. Full of light laughter like wind chimes on a summer day. It was thick with every cologne and perfume you could name. There were bright flowers and green, leafy plants everywhere. Waiters in suits walked around serving drinks and hors devours. You felt Thomas squeeze your hand and you walked with a smile.

Just stay by him and hold his hand and smile. It had been too long- why didn't you notice what it was couples did? Your sister draped her arm around Roper's all the time. Caro would give kisses on Sandy's cheek and then his lips.

Yet when you entered, eyes went forward in greedy curiosity. You were recognized. And so was the new man-Danny’s savior. You saw their acknowledgment. The big eyes. The frozen smiles. Some noticed you and then immediately turned to their circle. Then those people turned heads. You couldn't hear a word but you knew they were talking about you.

But best of all were the men’s reactions. When your gross potential suitors turned to you, they saw your hand firmly in Thomas’s. And there were frowns on all of their faces. Then a nod when their eyes met Thomas's. He would nod back. The man who bested them. The man who beat them. Now, for once, you could be at a party of Roper’s and relax.

Well, not entirely. Elena was still with her family. And you made sure that you at least stayed by her side. You wouldn't leave her alone. The thought of what almost happened at her birthday party... made you want to be sick and disturbed you so much that it chilled your body and made you tense. So you kept an eye on her at the bare minimum. Though it seemed by now, she was sitting by Danny as he showed her his books.

"Wouldn't you like something to drink, darling?" Thomas asked, his voice putting a bit more weight on darling.

"I would love a drink" You nodded.

Both of you walked up to the bar. There was already a guy right by you. The guy from the last party who asked about your book- you could feel his green eyes on you and already smell the hair gel on his platinum blonde comb-over. You could see him get ready with a way to hit on you as he sat. But then his eyes turned up to see the intimidating Six Foot Two barricade to get to your panties. The guy shrunk into himself and then turned away promptly. You had to smirk. You knew he wanted to date you. But now it looked like the only date That Asshole would get tonight would be with his right hand.

"Could the lady have a martini, please?" Thomas asked the bartender. The old man nodded and handed you one. Thomas leaned there to watch the bartender make the drink.

Right as you turned, another familiar man from the other day swung by. Mr. Jacobson. He had been pretty persistent and determined last time. Though your body flinched as if ready for a fight, you made yourself still. Part of you didn’t shoo him away because you knew it was going to be entertaining to watch him try tonight.

You saw Thomas turning to watch you two.

"Hey there, Y/N, you look gorgeous again," Mr. Jacobson said, picking at a toothpick between his teeth with the sensual appeal of a patient at the dentist.

You opened your mouth to speak. To say something. A fruitless refusal. It was in your habit to. Then your fake boyfriend arrived. You felt Thomas’s arm reach across your shoulders. A protective half-hug. You could feel the muscles from how well fitted his suit was and you felt your breath flutter in your lungs. Looking up, Thomas gave the man an icy glare.

"I know she does."

The pure threat of it. If you had to be honest, the low growl in his voice…did something to you. You felt yourself clench your legs. Your breath was shallow and sharp You...liked it. Yes, it wasn't the most progressive thing to be a damsel in distress. But with this fine specimen in blue rescuing you, you were not going to complain.

Mr. Jacobson jumped and his face turned pale. He put his arms up.

"Oh, my bad! My bad! I thought she was...single, you know."

"No, she's not," Thomas said flatly. His glare continued right into the eyes of Mr. Jacobson.

“I am so sorry, man. So sorry, I swear…won’t happen! Won’t happen again!” he begged.

"It won't," Thomas replied firmly.

The guy fluttered away to the other end of the room. You looked up and smiled.

"Thank you, Thomas,"

“Y/N!” you heard Jed from across the room. Already in her light blue summery dress. The flowing skirt made her seem like a mermaid as she walked up. Then she widened her eyes at you.

You turned around and went over to give her a hug.

“You look lovely!” she said.

“Oh Jed, stop! You look gorgeous too!” you shook.

“Oh, don’t say that and…is that…is that Thomas!?” she asked.

You turned over. Thomas went up to her and shook her hand.

“Yes…” You turned to her. Trying to ignore how dry your mouth was with the phrase.

“Jed, Thomas, and I are dating now!” you announced. You followed it by sipping your martini.

Her jaw dropped, but she let a smile on her dazzling face and hugged you.

“Oh my god…that’s wonderful! Y/N! Oh, you should have told me the second it happened!”

"We wanted to be private...until we were certain we were on the same page," you lied through your teeth mid-hug.

Then she dropped to a frown and her eyes hardened. She let go of the hug and crossed her long arms.

“My sister is a sweetheart. And you will treat her well. You got it?”

You were surprised, but you took it.

“Yes, miss," Thomas replied.

“I will fight you if you do anything to hurt you,” she added.

“I understand…and I won’t do anything, Jed. I'll treat her well. Promise," he swore.

“Thank you…”

You sighed. Jed was right- he was decent. As dinner arrived, you both sat next to Elena and her parents. You were glad for her being a third wheel. She spoke to you and smiled. You even made jokes with each other. Both you and Thomas were aware of holding each other's hands whenever possible. But it didn't feel too different from just eating next to him anytime. He did flash you a smile and you found yourself smiling back. On instinct.

But…you couldn’t get this too complicated quickly. No, you read enough Romance novels to know where this kind of shit led up to. It wasn't right. You didn't like this...romance was in stories and fiction. Not in the real world. In the real world, where too many men, men like Roper, were just there to assert power and squash the women beneath them to prove a point. You couldn't risk that. Couldn't risk anything. Just enjoy a fleeting fantasy. A pretense. Like being an actor on the stage.

After dinner, he led you out to the balcony. There were a couple of other people out there smoking cigarettes and admiring the view of the city and the ocean at night. Then they began to walk off. You both were left alone. So you squared your voice.

"Thomas, promise me this thing. Don't get any emotions. Because I won't. Let's not get too attached to each other during this. The last thing I need is to actually believe our little game with Roper.”

He leaned over the balcony. A light breeze from the night drifted onto you both.

“What emotions should be involved?” he asked.

You felt yourself cross your arms. Your jaw hung open, but no words formed immediately.

“Um...Just....friendship I guess, nothing more," you answered.

He nodded with a small smile.

"If that is what makes you safe, then I won't mind," he assured you.

You put your forearms on the balcony. You looked out at the moonlight as its reflection still shimmered over the gentle rustling of the sea.

"You’re quite the gentleman," you acknowledged.

“I tried. I saw how uncomfortable they made you, Y/N. I feel sorry you have to go through that… You don’t deserve to feel unsafe," he said.

"Thank you....Thomas, Maybe I should return the favor…Is there anything I can help you with, Thomas?" you asked, turning to him.

He looked at you. Then he licked his lips and took in a breath, ready to say his boon.

"Not really, just this one thing..." he began.

“What is it?”

"If they're going to believe we're a couple...we have to know things about each other. That’s what couples do. They might test us. Especially when we’re alone. That's what couples do.”

You tilted your head.

"Have you been in relationships before?" you asked curiously.

He nodded.

"Married briefly, then we divorced. We were both young-too young to understand what marriage meant. And...there was a woman once but...it didn't work out," he answered.

You heard the wind whistle in your ear.

"Even with those- you learn things about each other. I could tell you my ex-wife liked to paint. Jed could tell you what Roper's favorite color is if you asked her," he pointed out. "You know...hobbies. Foods. Favorite colors. What are yours, Y/N?"

You blinked. Then opening your mouth, you began your answers. “Well, for one, I like to read. I bring books in my purses in case events get dull. Jed would tease me about it. I have her and our mom…but things are complicated right now...”

It felt like some icebreaker activity on the first day of school. But he smiled warmly, nodding. You described what you liked to do. Your favorite foods you couldn't resist. And the colors that you liked the most. Thomas relaxed to a smile and nodded.

"I'll keep that in mind," he replied.

You drummed your fingers on the balcony.

"Do you have hobbies, Thomas?" you asked.

He nodded.

"Yes. I like to read, too. I collect books," he answered. He stood up and put his hands in his pockets.

"Ooo, and your family?"

"Father died. Then my mum. Never had a real family. Just foster homes."

You looked down to the ground.

"Oh...I'm sorry..."

He then took out his hand. He touched your chin, lifting it gently to look at him. He only shrugged with a calm expression on his face.

"Don't be...I only got to have many families. I was with a family who spoke Arabic. Another spoke German. I learned their languages, too."

"Cool! Do you know a phrase you can teach me?" you asked.

He nodded. He looked around, then his eyes met yours again.

"Easily-here's a German one. Die Sterne sind heute Nacht hell."

"And that means..."

He removed a hand from his pocket and pointed at the sky.

"The stars are bright tonight..."

Both of you looked up-an expanse of stars glowed above you. They were so bright they glistened down. Their own light gave his skin a more silver glow to him. You saw he smiled and his shoulders relaxed. He looked beautiful, looking up, admiring the sky.

“Yes…they’re very pretty,” you said.

There was a knock on the glass door and you turned and saw Jed. She signaled to you that the guests were heading out and you had to say your goodbyes. You both flashed a "couple" smile and a brief, half "couple" hug. Especially with her eyes on the both of you. As you headed back inside, she turned to you.

“Well, first you had Danny, now you have Elena, and now Thomas! It’s like you hardly see me!” she teased.

“Oh, by all means- join us in our room, we could get a sleeping bag for you! And don’t pretend you don’t have your own man too.”

She smirked, then gave you a kiss on the side of her head. But as you looked back, Thomas was still admiring the sky.

The next morning, you woke up in your room to the sounds of birds. You listened to Elena snore in the bed next to you. She went on her stomach, and her dark hair splayed across the pillow. It was like the snore of a puppy and it was pretty cute, you had to admit.

She was resting. She was sleeping. She was alive-her inhales and exhales signaled by his body rising and falling softly.

When you went over to her counter, you took note of something you hadn't noticed- prescription bottles. Looking at them, you saw her counselor prescribed her anti-depressants yesterday. You smiled. It did look like she was going to have to take one in the morning. You'd have to remind her. Normally, you’d get water or coffee, but you made a promise not to leave her alone. You would honor it. Just in case she woke up. But as you sat by in the room, you turned your head to the window to look outside. Dear God, You were glad you looked.

Outside, you saw none other than your fake boyfriend, Thomas, running on the beach in dark shorts. No shoes. And no shirt.

You felt the corners of your lips tug up as if a smile was brewing. You felt your eyes glaze over his muscled abdominals- he was lean but you could count the six packs on his ripped stomach. His pectorals bounced with the force of his jogging. All of a sudden, you understood heterosexual men a lot more. He was delicious. His determined eyes shot forward like nothing on earth was going to stop him from getting to the other side of that beach. And that was alluring, to put it mildly. You could have squealed and pressed your face to the window like a fangirl, but stayed put. Savoring each inch of him. From his short hair to the trail of hair on his lower stomach leading you to the center of sin. His muscled arms with bulging biceps moved with each turn of his shoulder per step. You found yourself creeping to a corner. So he wouldn't see. So you could indulge yourself. Oogle him. Even lust after him. He was getting very sweaty and you could feel his breathing with how hard he ran. Then you would be blessed with imagining him taking a shower.

You were tempted for a second to wake up Elena so she could see him too and drool over him. But honestly, it went in a second because you could not take your eyes off of him.

“Holy shit” was the only phrase in your head as you watched him continue to run on. Even seeing how his sweat was hinted at by the glow of the rising sun. His trail grazed the ocean and the water splashed from his running. And his feet weren't the only thing starting to get damp.

You felt warm and tingly as he ran by. Your pussy was beginning to....feel things you hadn't felt in a long while. Then he was gone. You had a good look at his perfect, peachy behind and the back of his muscular thighs in the shorts and then he went on his way.

You swallowed. Pacing the floor, you shook your hands as if to shake the lust from your body. You were a lot more thrilled you had to be a pretend girlfriend to him. All the man on earth and it was him you got to hold hands and sit next to! Any other girl could have him. It was a miracle he didn't have a hundred lovers at this point- but he was yours! All yours!

No-NO! A more rational part of your brain yelled.

Yes, he's hot. But it's fake. Don't let your feelings get involved. He's a nice man. He’s got an amazing body. But he's still a man. Yes, he's hot, but it's fake, Y/N, you reminded yourself that morning.

It's fake, it's fake, it's fake.

That morning at breakfast, you could smell that Thomas had taken a shower. Elena stood by you when he greeted you. He used a soap scented with citrus. God, the fantasy of him taking a shower was screaming in your impulsive thoughts now. He went up to you and smiled. In Boyfriend ™ mode, he gave you a half-hug.

“How are you, darling?” he asked.

“I’m alright. Starving.”

“Then let’s get you something to eat then,” he said as the chef wheeled in omelets and toast for everybody.

You looked over around the table. Then a sight caught you that hit you like a brick.

Sandy and Caro had hired a nanny- a gorgeous young woman hired to look after Sady and Caro's two little boys. But Sandy sat next to the beautiful woman and smiled at her. Not in a way that felt appropriate.

“Why, don’t you look beautiful this morning!? Did you wake up like this?” he asked the lady.

“Oh…yes! Yes, I did,” she replied flirtatiously.

Wait a minute, you thought. How long has she been here? When you counted the weeks, you realized that there was a correlation between Sandy stopping his flirting with you when she first arrived. No coincidence. Your mind spiraled further.

The woman knew he was a married man. It was not stopping her.

Whipping your eyes to the side you saw Caro blink. Her face went pale. Then red. Then pale again. Their boys complained bout wanting pancakes and she would tell the chef to make some batter for them. But Caro didn't eat the rest of her food.

You felt suddenly sick. You gripped your fork in your hand.

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” Thomas asked, his jaw tight but his voice earnest.

“I…I, uh, we’ll talk later. Not right now,” you said.

Thomas was there, he slipped a hand to hold yours as you ate.

The next day, you took Elena to visit the church before getting some lunch somewhere. It was a blazing day and you were grateful for the coolness of the cathedral. A sanctuary in many ways. The heat. And for Elena. Both of you sat down. You saw her make the sign of the cross and half kneel before sitting at a pew. She was right- this was a safe place. And maybe if Roper was the devil, then he couldn't touch you here. Neither of you.

"How is therapy going?" you asked.

"It's...it's good. Very good. I never listened to someone...as kind as her...I never felt so...so safe. No guards. No Papi. Nothing. She told me all sorts of things. I cry almost the whole time. But she…she listens to me. She believes me. She tells me every feeling and part of life is only temporary and the bad feelings and bad parts eventually go away…"

"That's good. I'm glad. And the apartment search? Have you picked a city?"

"I'd like to live here. It's not too far but far enough. I'm looking at applications...And you- how are you and Thomas?"

"We're...we're good, thank you."

"Just good? How did you two meet?" she asked.

"Well...he rescued Danny. Roper brought him to recover. Got to talk to him a lot. Then he asked me out." So far, so good. You just prayed he would say the same if someone asked him.

"Does he kiss you?"

"Yes," you lied.

"I don't see it. I see your sister kiss Roper all the time."

"Thomas...it's the British in him. Stiff upper lip. He's not the PDA type outside of hands and hugging. That might be pushing it....he kissed me the other night under the stars at the party." you added with a smile. Your memory flashed to Thomas staring up at the sky.

"Huh...nice...but Y/N...I’ve been scared..."

She blinked.

"Will Roper...catch me? Will he...kill me? He's not beneath it. I know he is."

"Why would Roper want to kill the daughter of his lawyer? He'd turn his own ally against him?"

Her jaw tightened.

"He'll see...that I'm not happy...he knows I know the truth about him…"

“Then why hasn’t he done it yet?” you asked.

“I…I don’t know…but I want to get out now!"

"Then..." you turned around.

"Then that means, if you're not happy draining his wealth, then we'll get out of here. Just bear it-be patient, Elena. We have to find you an apartment first...and then we go through the application process."

Her eyes shined.

"Anywhere is better than at Roper''s."

"Okay...we'll take some time here. You can go to the confessional if you want. Whenever you're ready...let's find a place that's leasing. Ask them some questions. See what you might like.”

Elena nodded. After a bit, you saw her go off and have a chat with the other people around the cathedral. Old women kissing their cross necklaces. Tourists taking photos on their phones. Funny...that was the same pregnant tourist she talked to on the first day! Maybe a pregnant Catholic tourist. She went back to you and you gave her a smile as you both stood up and walked down the halls to the door.

You commented "One thing to remember about yourself Elena- you're a good person. You make friends with everyone- no wonder that lady keeps coming back to you! People like you!"

She sighed and her shoulders sagged.

“What is it?”

"Y/N…I feel sometimes I’m…I’m yelling for help to get out, but at my parents, at Roper’s…it’s like no one can hear me. I should be happy. But I’m not…I'm just...just a whining, weak little rich girl..."

Tears were in the ducts of her eyes.

"No, Elena. Don’t discredit yourself. You are going through a hard time. Something happened to you to make you think there was no getting better. And that poor girl may think she has no other escape...but there is...there always is…and you are not alone...”

You turned to her, gripping her shoulders.

“Deaths’ a permanent solution to a temporary problem. You have to remember that. Your problems are real…so are mine! But they are temporary!”

You swallowed, your voice broke with your words yet you spoke on. But you saw Eelena smile despite her sobs.

“You’re already seeking help. And getting therapy and talking. And we’re getting you a new place. Even if it takes a while, you’re going to get out of Roper’s grasp and never look back, and never have to live off of blood money again!! Neither of us will!"

You were crying too.

"I promise you. We will get you to escape. We'll find something- I will do whatever it takes. That little rich girl isn't whiny or weak...she's a brave young woman who looked at death right in its eye and when she was going to cross….she chose life instead. She did the right thing. She's a hero who saved herself and she deserves to be happy."

Crying, she hugged you deeply.

“Oh, Y/N! Thank you! T-thank you-u-u,” she replied, her own voice breaking with tears. But it felt nice. Freeing. Crying released the tension between the two of you. “You’re a strong woman, Elena. I’m proud of you-just for living. Just for surviving.”

After lunch, both of you toured apartments around. Elena lit up and smiled with each bare corner and wall you both saw. As you returned, it was a lazy evening. You were enjoying your reading while lounging at the pool. You saw Thomas walk around and saw Elena chatting with him. Part of you was tempted to be jealous or concerned. But it was alright. There seemed nothing inappropriate between them. Let her make another friend. But Caro only sat by the edge dipping her bare feet in the water. Her face was despondent. Staring at nothing.

There was a dinner the next day. It was no party (Corky was grateful- guests were a lot to keep track of). But it was nice as always. Nice with lobsters for everyone and large glasses of wine for each person. You saw Corky was already on his third one as he dug into his crab cakes and spuds. You had to grin. At least he was off your back when he had a few.

But Jonathan was handsome as ever. In just a dark suit and white shirt, he still appeared like a Greek god in the flesh. Whenever he smiled at you, it was like you had swallowed a bird and it was flying around in your stomach.

"Is there any...dessert you'd like to split?" he'd ask.

"Yes, uhm...how about...uh- a slice of cake- sweetie," you said, adding emphasis on the last two words should anyone hear.

"Cake sounds marvelous, my dear," he said, feeling yourself tingle at the words. Enjoying the fakeness while it lasted.

Elena looked at you and gave a smile over her chicken as she continued to eat.

Yes- eat. Drink water. Sleep. Live, Elena, live, I'll get you out. You’re going to live. You’re going to be happy with your life, I promise...

"Oh, Thomas! One would think you were a nun and a eunuch!" Roper teased.

You shot up. You made a point by leaning closer and holding Thomas’s hand.

“Roper, really…” you said. But you were interrupted.

"Go on, Y/N is as sweet as that dessert, why don't you give her a little kiss on the cheek..."

You looked down, an embarrassed laugh coming out of you. Thomas opened his mouth to speak, but Roper pressed further. He was testing you both and he knew it. Like you were both his playthings.

"C'mon! Just a peck, Loverboy!” Roper pressed.

You glanced at him and he at you.

“Would you be okay if I kissed you, just on the cheek?” Thomas asked.

“Uh, yes. Sure.”

He leaned in close. You could smell the food on his breath and feel warm air from his nostrils, from his breathing. Then he brought his lips to your cheek. They were soft. Gentle. Like a drizzle in April. You felt your whole body get hot. The fact you were kissed in such a spot. It was as chaste as chaste could be. Yet you could have melted from how tender his lips felt against the skin of your cheek. Then he retreated.

Roper smiled and lifted his glass, taking a sip of his chardonnay.

It then struck you. Sandy and the babysitter had been gone. Too long. Suspiciously long. Then, from the hallway, you heard steps. And laughter- both deep masculine and bright feminine voices. The nanny returned first. The nanny was blushing, but smiling as she returned. Then a few minutes later, Sandy walked returned. You saw his shirt looked disshelved and there was a swagger to his steps.

The asshole wasn’t even subtle or secret about it.

Caro looked devastated. Her face was white. She was shaking. Everyone turned their faces away and kept talking as if nothing happened. Even if Caro looked like she was going to break in a hundred bits. You could tell it was everything in her not to cry in front of her boys.

“Well, I hope everyone has room for dessert. Hear the cake’s magnificent! A chef Ludesma signature!” Sandy announced with a flourish of his voice. That stupid asshole. Caro was devoted to him and she loved him. She did everything right- gorgeous socialite mom who gave Sandy two sons to take fishing and to sports games to be more copies of their father. She always got her hair and nails done and her clothes always looked in place. She was friendly and polite to everyone and you never heard of her capable of hurting a fly. Caro never stepped a toe out of line and looked away when men hit on her. And that bastard cheated on her anyway.

She did everything right and she was the one crying. He was having an affair, and he was smiling.

You had had enough. You got right out of your chair. Thomas looked up at you, but his face remained neutral.

You went up to Sandy before your self-control could get you. You took Sandy and looked him in the eye. He went up, wiping his mouth with his napkin- you didn’t see it closely but you knew the nanny wore pink lipstick. Sandy looked up at you with that stupid, shit-eating grin.

"Y/N, how are-"

You slapped him hard before he could finish his sentence. The crowd gasped and chairs squeaked as people got up. Sandy immediately got up, trying to let his tallness and his masculinity scare you away. But you did not back down.

“Y/N, what was the point of-”

Before he could finish that, you gave him a kick in the groin too. He groaned and leaned over in pain, then you grabbed his shirt.

"You stop fucking that babysitter, or I WILL use one of the wine glasses and break it and cut your balls off with it, do you understand?" you raged.

His eyes went wide and he gritted his teeth. You saw his fists curled as if ready to punch you. You took a step back but didn’t stop glaring his eyes.

“Caro loves you and this is how you repay her, you prick?! She doesn’t deserve you. You’re lucky she hasn’t stabbed you!” you continued.

“You little bitch!” Sandy cursed.

But the party already ran up to you. People held both Sandy and you back.

Roper stood up. He went over to Sandy and got him, restraining him from lunging. You felt Jed and Thomas get up and get you, pulling you back. Then you shot your eyes into the nanny to give her a death glare. You would have slapped her too if it wasn't for Jed holding you back.

“! You’re as bad as he is! You KNEW he was married, and it didn’t stop you, you little-”

Jed pulled you away. And you gritted your teeth as the nanny stared horrified, frozen in her seat.

Sandy meanwhile was pointing a meaty, sausage-like finger in your direction.

"Did you see what she did!? She attacked me!” he cried.

"Now, Sandy, don't panic...it's just a scuffle. I don't see a mark on your cheek. Not a large one, anyway." Roper began.

He glared at you. His voice steeled with more venom than you could imagine.

"We know the lowest brothels in Munich and we'll sell you straight to them this minute !" he threatened.

You felt your jaw clench. Terror gripped you and you couldn't move, couldn't think.

“No! Please! Please don’t!” Jed begged, leaning forward.

Then Thomas stepped forward. He replaced Jed's arm around you and then leaned out a hand in peace. Jed ran forward to beg Roper and Sandy not to sell you off as punishment. Could they...could they do that...oh no...what on earth had you done!?!

Thomas however, was still quiet. But he was strong. You found yourself wanting to nuzzle into his shirt. You could smell his cologne subtly applied. He was again...so warm and soft. And safe. He then began speaking with such authority, anyone had to listen.

"Please...everyone...let's not fret ourselves. Sandy has done wrong, and he should acknowledge how much this hurt his wife. Don’t be upset at Y/N, either. She’s fiercely devoted to her friends, especially the women here. She was trying to protect Caro," he reasoned.

He looked down at you. His gaze softened and you felt yourself relax a little near him. His arm enclasped you in an embrace. Youcould feel his pulse in his body. You hugged him back and swallowed hard.

Roper furrowed his brow. He then took a step forward and spoke to your pretend boyfriend giving you a very real defense.

"If she was my woman...she would be off to Germany by now. But she's not. Thomas, you have to learn to control your woman. I do so with Jed. Sandy does it with Caro. Now it’s your turn. Take her to your quarters. Give her a dressing down. Or we will have to do it for you,” threatened Roper.

You felt your heart race inside your ears. This was some real 19th-century bullshit Roper was pulling out of his ass. Would that be…be possible? Now even Jed looked scared. So very scared. And she stopped trying to beg him. Oh god, now it was going to happen to you. Elena and her parents were silent and you saw the teenage girl trembling. She took a step forward out of her seat, but then Roper put an arm up to stop her.

Thomas then put his hand around your arm.

“Here…I will take her to my room and I will dress her down, as we say. Just give us a moment…” he began.

Thomas was a nice man. A docile, polite, quiet, if not slightly mild man when you talked to him. He wouldn’t…beat you. He didn't seem the type. hen again, you remembered a phrase you heard once. It was always the ones you would never suspect. You bit back your bile. Your legs were shaking so badly, you wondered if you were standing.

“Here, Y/N…come with me…” he directed.

You had no choice but to follow as he led you by pulling you with him. His touch felt like a grip this time. You were shaking. Then he led you out. Out of that building. The guards nodded and let him. Out into the cool night air with the crickets and stars. You could still smell the sea too. It would usually be comforting. But this was not usual. You saw his muscles and big hands- he could overtake you in a fight. A blow from his fists would hurt. He could easily overpower you. You should have known. You should have known he was Roper's friend. And friends meant one's future-your sister's future. Yours.

He had a smaller cottage near the property. He took you right inside into the front foyer- a little hall with a kitchenette right there. Then he locked the door and looked at you. His jaw tight. Then he took a step forward. You squeezed your eyes shut and braced yourself.

“Just get it over with, quick!” you insisted.

“Y/N…you're safe here. They would have pressured me to hit you. But I'm not. Not here or anywhere. I’m not going to hurt you…” he said.

You opened your eyes. Your shoulders relaxed though your heart was still racing. He went up to you.

“Thomas, what are you talking about?” you hissed.

He leaned in close. His voice was just a whisper.

“You don’t have to call me Thomas here…you can call me Jonathan.”

“What…you have another name?” you asked, your mind reeling with every word he said.

“Yes-Jonathan Pine.”

#jonathan pine stories #18+ fic recs #sas stories #talented mutuals #amazing mutuals #writers supporting writers

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One Piece - Volume 33

Ah... excellent... I'm a third of the way through!!! The first 99 volumes of One Piece!!!

Chapter 306 - Donut Race!

The horse hunters decide that Lufpy wants to play the Depression Game because "Punching? Okay" has "Okay" in it.

Meanwhile, the horse's friend decides to become a horse hunter hunter. Or maybe a horse hunter x hunter. It's impossible to know, because the x is sixlexnt.

The rules of the Depression Game are that if you lose, it works like slavery, and if you win, it works like slavery, except you get to own the slaves. If you don't want to own slaves, you have to start a flag collection. That's the only way to avoid your fate of being a slave owner.

I think I said back when Lufpy first arrived at that place that had that Apocalypse Horseman, a One Piece gambling arc would certainly be something. Well, this appears to be it, and it's certainly something. I guess I'm gonna have to separately keep track of which Kaiji Joke Part we're on for both Higurashi and One Piece.

This is why Nami will forever be the Best One and whoever says otherwise is wrong.

Uh, unless a retread of all the character traits we already saw in Reverse Santa!Carmen P. Sandiego joins up later, I guess.

I... is Zoro... lonely...?

Oh right, Usopp has played the role of an additional wielder of Nami's standpoint increasingly frequently the longer things have gone on. I guess the reason I like Lufpy better than Usopp is simply because Lufpy is just that good. If anyone else were Lufpy, it just wouldn't be the same (see: Zoro).

Before the Depression Game can be played, a Depression Carnival must be set up. So that happens between panels.

Oh, I know how this one goes. Lufpy loses every single member of his crew, so he bets his mother, and the horse hunters surrender.

The leader of the horse hunters decides the first person he wants to enslave is a man. Shoddy move, sir. If you want to enslave the most powerful person, that's Nico Robin, and if you want to enslave the bestest person, that's Nami. The only other valid choice is Tony Tony Chopper if you're desperate for hair to make a wig. Honestly though you're probably better off just expanding your flag collection.

Kaiji Joke Part 1: Race

Usopp is no longer racist! However, he has no choice in this scenario... the women need a third guy. Usopp is no longer sexist! I thought worse of you, Usopp.

Kaiji Joke Part 2: Alcoholism, I Guess

Zoro and Sanji invited a newborn to do this.

Kaiji Joke Part 3: Actually, it's literally any anime other than Kaiji.

Lufpy still prefers 1v1s deep down in his heart.

Anyway, I guess we're gonna have three Kaiji Joke Parts queued up, but the first one comes first.

Chapter 307 - Ready, Set, Donut!

One Million Guys shooting your opponents to death with One Million Bullets isn't against the rules, in a race. However, neither is Sanji.

Everyone points out the fact that Nico Robin has powers. Hmm, maybe she shouldn't have shown them off... now everyone will try to drown her... well, that's already what was already happening...

Usopp uses a recording device. It super duper doesn't work!

Woah, does Usopp actually believe that? Well, good for him, I guess. He's certainly somewhat cute.

The horse hunters don't like Nami, so they decide to pull a "Tortoise-Hating Hare" move and take actions that make their victory less likely. However, before they can even enact that decision, they're already losing. This is the power of Usopp...!

Nico Robin tries to use power too, but everyone is looking at it, so it's kinda not allowed. Usopp's power is still a thing, but he doesn't want to die.

So, our heroes haven't figured out their next move. And our villains have. And soon, there will be coral. This is just like Kaiji!

This is the end of Chapter 307. If I had to rank our heroes on cuteness...

Nami > Lufpy > Usopp > Zoro > Nico Robin > Sanji > Tony Tony Chopper

So, you know, my normal ranking, just with Sanji much lower. Tony Tony Chopper's problem is he's so cute it wraps back around to not being cute at all--not even a little.

Chapter 308 - Obstructive Tactics

The horse hunters distract Lufpy by offering him food while distracting Sanji by telling him they don't have a good chef. I find this very amusing.

Meanwhile, they're poisoning Tony Tony Chopper, and getting Zoro drunk in advance before he even participates in the Alcoholism Kaiji Joke. All ruses were not created equal.

In the race, no one can see. However, Nami explains that that's fine, and everyone moves on with their lives.

Nami makes Usopp die in that version of the trolley problem where one person dies either way, but you can pull a lever to save the other two, if you want.

There's also a sign that says "Lose", but everyone ignores it. This is something Nami did, apparently.

There's also a guy, but everyone ignores him. This is something Nami did, apparently.

There's another sign that says "Lose", but everyone ignores that one too. This is something Nami did, apparently. ...Wait, I spoke too soon, the horse hunters don't ignore it.

bing bong

Usopp gets commanded to do more bad and deadly things. The horse hunter racial leader does bad and deadly things too, but she's still way behind in the race.

The horse hunter head honcho has the power to make people lose.

Chapter 309 - Groggy Monsters

I hope the punchline of this arc is that the race crew loses Kaiji Joke Part 1 and Lufpy loses someone, then the alcoholism crew wins Kaiji Joke Part 2 and wins them back, then Lufpy wins Kaiji Joke Part 3, some guy aligned with the horse hunters says "I'm the world's best carpenter!" and Lufpy takes their flag.

To demonstrate his power to make people lose, the horse hunter head honcho makes himself lose at the "not getting hit by cannonballs" game. He's really good at losing at it!

And as for who he wants to enslave... it's Tony Tony Chopper! You were on thin ice there, Quadruple-H, wanting to enslave a man instead of a woman, but you successfully did it! You correctly picked out the only acceptable man to enslave! You're not an idiot yet.

Nico Robin has seen the internet. This must be why everyone loves her! On the internet! It's because they know she's watching!

Wow, Quadruple-H really IS a furry! He likes Rarity from My Little Pony!

Zoro says that slavery is justified as long as the slaves are men. That's almost completely wrong!!! They need to be either women or Tony Tony Chopper! Either women or Tony Tony Chopper, I tell you! Well, either way, Zoro's core point, which is that it's totally fine that Tony Tony Chopper has been enslaved, is valid, and gets across to Tony Tony Chopper, who stops crying. Hooray for happy endings!

Wait, is Genshin Impact also a One Piece ripoff? There's literally one thing I know about Genshin Impact, and that's that it's a gacha game made by Chinese people about globally diverse people who all look like light-skinned anime people.

Oh, Kaiji Joke Part 2 isn't actually about alcoholism at all, it's about throwing people. Tony Tony Chopper actually would have been super qualified to get thrown, but it's too late, he's an enemy now. Lufpy will have to kill him.

Zoro and Sanji's opponents in Kaiji Joke Part 2 are an oversized male Matryoshka doll.

Chapter 310 - Groggy Ring!!

Danganronpa continues to be a One Piece ripoff.

Wait, I misunderstood the rules yet again. It's actually BAD for your throwable person to be throwable. Good thing Tony Tony Chopper got enslaved!

Zoro and Nami can agree on one thing: They like Sanji's new hat.

Wait, hang on, that panel I just posted has a smudge on it. Here, let me fix it:

You know who would have been a great pick for this game? Nico Robin. She could wear the hat, and then, using arms, she could win. Actually, no matter who was wearing the hat, she could just make a huge pile of arms on top of her allies' goal. Then no one could put her team's hat-wearer in the goal, because the goal would be covered in arms.

By "score", Sanji means "have sex".

Chapter 311 - Rough Game

Usopp, of all people, tells Zoro and Sanji, of all people, not to run away. Comedy gold.

Anyway...

This is how we win! Sanji needs to attack the referee a second time, so he gets removed from the field! Once Sanji is no longer allowed in the field, he's no longer allowed in the goal! It'll become IMPOSSIBLE for the horse hunters to win!

The surface Matryoshka hat-wearer horse hunter traps Sanji and Zoro in the second execution from Danganronpa. But it was already beyond clear that Danganronpa is a One Piece ripoff, so I'm totally just wasting time by continuing to bring it up, again and again.

That stops happening, but various other violence continues to happen. Nico Robin doesn't like it, because Zoro and Sanji are wounded again.

Zoro DOES like Nico Robin though, so he asks Sanji to use her power.

Chapter 312 - Goal!!

Roper is in this chapter?! I thought he died!!

Quadruple-H asks for monster meat, and a Matryoshka fellow reaches into his pants and pulls out a long, curved, huge instrument! Quadruple-H truly is a furry! Or at least I think this is in line with the values and beliefs of furries.

The Matryoshka horse hunters say they'll mince and slice "you", to which the other horse hunters ask "Okay, but what will you do to Zoro and Sanji?!" Man... did Quadruple-H just demand infighting? That's silly.

Well, sure enough, the Matryoshka horse hunters start killing each other. Zoro and Sanji help.

Sanji attacks the referee again, but unfortunately, he isn't removed from the field, because Nami stole all his stuff, meaning the horse hunters still have a chance to win.

Well, that chapter didn't even have Roper in it. It just had Zoro winning.

Chapter 313 - Main Event

I know, Usopp. I respect that about you

...okay LMAO

Nami pointed out that if they enslave Quadruple-H they'll automatically win Kaiji Joke Part 3 and be able to unenslave Tony Tony Chopper, but when Nico Robin points out that this means they'll have Quadruple-H as a slave, everyone decides they dislike Nami's idea after all, because Quadruple-H smells bad. Wonderful!

I also love how the next arc antagonist after

A GOD

is a pathetic little gamer man who hunts horses and gives people depression but also clearly has depression himself judging by his self-esteem levels. So much for shonen manga having power creep.

Anyway, Lufpy just skips to the part where Tony Tony Chopper gets unenslaved.

The horse hunters employ clever cheating: Shooting their own ship with a cannon.

Usopp gives Lufpy a makeover. Wow, Usopp was right... Usopp is cute... however, by making Lufpy cute, Usopp has prevented a shake-up in the cuteness tier list.

Chapter 314 - Combat!!

I hate to disparage Nami by comparison, but, in this panel... Nico Robin is the only one who gets it. That must be why people like her!

JOKE SETUP DETECTED! PUNCHLINE? PUNCHLINE? PUNCHLINE? PUNCHLINE? PLEASE? PLEASE? PLEASE? PLEASE?

There seems to be a bit of miscommunication going on amongst the horse hunters.

Also, explosions happen to Lufpy.

Chapter 315 - Secret Room

Lufpy has gotten adept at dodging Quadruple-H's power that makes people lose. The question now is... which one does he shoot?! It's impossible to know when every Quadruple-H looks equally ugly!!!

Lufpy shoots the sad one. Excellent joke as always, Oda.

Quadruple-H puts Lufpy in an autoscroller.

Wait, the autoscroller comparison I made was already valid, but this is literally something out of a video game.

Wait a minute... he's a furry... he's a gamer... he's so depressed it's contagious... even the name "Quadruple-H" sounds like an internet handle... this guy is just a guy who spends all his time on the internet!!! If the previous arc was the religion arc, this is the internet arc! It's all so obvious now!

Quadruple-H uses a complex web of disguises and lies to lure Lufpy to a door with something dead behind it.

Chapter 316 - Brother Soul

Quadruple-H has the world's least cool-looking mecha. Although, even despite Lufpy's ploy to give it bad luck by breaking a mirror, it's pretty effective. Lufpy is basically losing. However, he refuses to lose. It turns out Lufpy likes slavery even less than me and Zoro! Weird opinion, Lufpy, but okay.

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Genshin Boys would be Horrible as Disney Princes

Headcanon and Reader Perspective, Drabble

Sojourner Special (Followers Event)

Despite being the gentleman and sweethearts that they are, in the wrong hands, of badly aligned context and universal rules these boys can barely function as princes given their own ideals.

Diluc in Cinderella

Shortest one, oops.

Our Diluc would honestly be too busy for balls if we're doing this canonically, night time of all times. He's not your prince tonight, he's off somewhere doing Knight stuff...

If by chance you did catch him in the ball and he did indulge you with your dance until you escapaded at midnight, he's not gonna question it.

And since he didn't even REMEMBER your face, the next day just goes on as usual. No decree for searching the whole land for your foot or anything, it's just a normal day after a party.

"They left without a word, no name or promise, who am I to say no when they clearly don't want to stay?"

He's a gentleman. Too gentlemanly...

Childe in Sleeping Beauty

In this scenario, Childe embraces his knight-ness more than the princely aspect. I mean sure, he danced with you in the forest all so lovingly, sang along to your pretty lil voice. But when the prophecy came, his focus changed—

To the thrill of fighting a big ass green fire breathing dragon! Big woah, Childe had soooo much fun fighting it that he didn't even cheese it.

He lived for every hour of the fight and made it as slow as possible. Taunting, playing with his PREY- mid-fight the dragon would realize just how strong and horrifying Prince Childe is, but the entertainment had started, and the dance won't end until Childe wills it.

When he DID finally slay the damned thing, he'll come up to your quarters and stare at your sleeping body, and then think "Hey, if them being put under this spell gave me the fight of the century? What if ANOTHER dragon comes? That would be amazing!" No waking up for you, or the whole city for that matter.

Albedo in Frog Princess

You... You don't even get the chance to be the frog princess in here... simply because he himself REFUSES to change back to normal. You have never met a man so intelligent, much more a frog.

"I know of which you are not, I won't be fooled by cardboard crowns and secondhand dresses," you choke as he berates every fiber of your being, "It matters not, I still have much to learn about the life of an amphibian."

He disappears after that and you've never heard from him ever again, although at the back of your mind you're pretty sure he's a live and well, that bastard is too smart to end up as roadkill.

And well, you're right, he's out there in the world of frogs doing frog things. Triumphant over frog science and the other talking creatures he may meet.

He'll also find a way to revert himself back to normal, either making his own cure or just enlisting the help of a princess to bargain.

He might come to you upon the logic of marriage counting you as princess, but don't get too hyped, you won't be treated as his wife. He'd be too busy putting his frog research into paper...

Zhongli in Beauty and the Beast

A beast he may be, he's still dignified and elegant, upholding his end of the bargain so long as the other does the same.

Your father may have trespassed and have taken some flowers in his domain but well, really it's such a petty crime that can easily be solvable. And even if there needs to be punishment incured...

When you stumble to the mansion in search of your father, ready to take his place from his jail cell, you find him and the beast (ohh half-dragon Zhongles) by an elegant table drinking cups of tea with light conversation. Huh?

"There is no need to fret, your father and I are just discussing the terms of our contract. He spoke of his woodworks that I wish to commission in exchange, such good potential should not be wasted."

You can also, well, pay off things within contract? But either way, it would be hella awakward, he won't impose on your life and most certainly not about the curse when you had so much to live for.

Kaeya in Rapunzel

Little bitch, thru and thru. If Eugene is such a criminal, he's taking it TENFOLD.

He's not even gonna be the slightest bit trustworthy for you, little Rapunzel, because he raises so many red flags your frying pan wouldn't even be enough to threaten him. He probably has a really thick skull, and your resolve won't be able to smack that pretty face.

Bargaining won't work, he'd sleight of hand his way out and get the crown knowing you'd hid it in the pot immediately, and then just backflip outta there.

If you manage to get him to get you out, he's not gonna be of help either. Kaeya would be amused with toying with you, leaving you in the dark as you get scared shitless/dance around with some tavern criminals. Otherwise, ehh...

One way or another, he's gonna find a way to get you off his case. Either forcing you to travel with companions that's headed to the city anyways or forcefully knocking you out and heaving you back to your tower.

"You have a mother that never ages lock you up in this tower? Nu uh, sweetie, I'm not dealing with the dark forces of witchery when I'm already well off with the crown."

He got the crown.

Venti in Snow White

I'm sorry what? Free apples? Eternal sleep in a beautiful bed? He's gonna be glad to just take your place. (Spoilers, he would)

He'd be most definitely entertained with your dwarves, playing his tunes. You life would be filled with his lyre as he plays around, not even caring about the other implications of yours or his status in this woodland forest.

You ran away from home? Cool, freedom, man. Wish he could the same without jeopardizing the kingdom and his family. He'd probably take the apple too just for you~

During your rest, he'll come up with the most eloquent song to play for your seven dwarves as he watches your fate sadly. How peaceful you looked, away from the world and from the grips of death.

The dwarves would force him to please try and break the spell, and he'll shrug and indulge- except it didn't break the spell, as he expected it to be. And they are clueless on who else you had encountered in your life to even spare a true love's kiss.

"How saddening, the princess lays. Maddening to those around as they'd say, if only my kiss was enough for the curse to sway." You died, ouch.

Xiao in Mulan

Brutal. Brutal. Brutal. His voicelines would come in sooooo handy here, oh my goodness.

If you miraculously bypassed his analytical gaze enough to hide your sexuality, you're going to die in his training program. He's not gonna go easy on you, not when the fate of the nation lies upon your capability to keep up. You're gonna go through far worse than what true Mulan went through, and you may or may not just die in the process.

If by chance you survived, this would warrant enough respect to not kill you (oh, you lived) but you better not show up again.

He's never gonna be delighted to see your traitorous face again, he can save China on his own, thank you very much. And you know he can. Try and approach him, and a sword would be at your neck once again.

"Foolish gremlin, you think you had the right to present yourself after the treason you willfully committed? We won't crumble at the loss of one person, your job here is done." How sad.

Cyno in Little Mermaid

First of all, wack, mermaids exist! Sadly, that's nothing new for him. He knows a lot with that intelligent mind of his, so it would be no surprise that the existence of such mythical creatures doesn't make him bat an eyelash. He's been living near water, he's not that stupid.

With that in mind, your presence in your first meeting is going to be bad. Very bad. Cyno knows about sirens and he's not at all gonna fall for it, and if by chance he had known you before the ship was wrecked, he's probably gonna be veryyy keen in capturing you instead.

So if by chance you're stupid enough to interact with him and DESIRE to be on land with him, you're gonna deal with a lot of problems.

You're not getting that kiss easily. No, it's a huge challenge. He'd be repulsed in your naivety and will most likely be more concerned on your voice than ever. He'd be so kind to try and give a shot in helping with the cure but it's not the cure you needed.

He'll drown himself in every literature in full concentration just to see if there's any text he can find about curses and muteness. His curiousity would get the best of him, and you'll barely see him after you managed to explain your predicament without the need for words. Octopus woman doesn't even need to show up to intervene.

"A kiss? Surely not, such ailment won't be cured by fairytale methods." And then he goes back to his library once again. And you will be seafoam the next sunrise. Or was it sunset?

"So now that we've established these grounds," Exiled turns to the other two in the area, "Maybe, these boys would be better off as princesses."

And so the trio concocts a new type of fairytale, collaborated to masterpieces soon after.

@moaa @dandelion-dreams @witchsungie @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel @struggljng @ellitx @kookieyachi @dandelion-dreams

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #cyno x reader #albedo x reader #venti x reader #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #xiao x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #exile.flower #exile.circlet #disney genshin #ajajjajajaja #this was made on impulse #sojourner special

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24 Beers Project Episode #8 Neustadt - 456 Marzen Lager | Watch (msn.com)

There is a system of weather approaching from the Atlantic and it's the mid Atlantic at the southern portion of it and it looks like it's got some ship above it trying to organize it and it's headed this way and it is going to be a problem possibly tommy F is gonna start putting some effort in we just don't wanna see it they have been taking out ships like madness and there's going to be another drop coming soon they took some out in shore. And those particular ships were blocking several tunnels which we leave a lot of pressure and from the aquifer and they were cleared out to the middle of Florida and Florida will begin to drain and yeah it was above sea level probably about 4 or 5 feet right now it has dropped to probably two feet down from the 5 foot mark. Automakers think we can't use all electric And our son says I designed them I designed the best electric cars and if I were to make them I could use rule of thumb myself And where the actual engineers but what they believe is they're going to drain us of oil and will be in trouble so the big movement to go ahead and try and do that and they're the ones who are mining it and they're the ones who see the max below and wear the ones who are going to take larger and larger share of the oil because of that controversy and you're the ones who are going to move out soon all of you. You do have a few things to say when is your repulsive idiots and you're wasting someone's time who doesn't really have anything to do very bizarre scene the whole world is coming down on you including Mac proper and you just say you're winning and stuff to us like where your Mommy and Daddy and you're getting your **** kicked so we took a look at it as we always do and the balance of power still is on the side of the Mac so we have to keep on working and you will be the undoing of your realm that you led for so long. And it is time to go after you yes we do have more news and it is interesting one of them is that you are out of line with your own plan and we are going to make you pay for it.

--- There are a couple things to announce one of them is our son is doing some work and got the computer working somehow and we're upset and we want to let you know that you're out of line and we're going to express it in many ways today a lot of them are going to hate and it's going to be horrible

---- Going on today are many things one of the things that are that's happening is that you have decided to start ruining your lives again and it's going to be a hell of a day we don't want to hear from you or see you but you won't shut your mouth and we do have stuff for you to do one of the things is to go out into the rings and to see what the hell's really happening it seems weird that you just keep going out there and neither side does anythingWeather and Radar Map for Punta Gorda, FL - The Weather Channel | Weather.com

News weather people are doing decent job trump is putting it out there too far as usual and he gets hit and he doesn't seem to notice that part. Tommy F is up to it again this time it's a very big system too big it would bring a ton of rain there's reasons that we want the rain this place needs a big rinse this **** everywhere the water table is dropping leaving the **** there these circles are deteriorating we don't care about that but we need to flush them out of debris and flush the channels out in order for the circles to submerge so it probably will hit

-- There's going to be a lot of radiation shortly today BJ will break 5 it's no big deal out of the twenty he has captured then there will be five left and he's slowly empt and he's slowly emptied them. It's too slow. However during the next two or three days there might be a large scale attack on troops of BJA because Trump is realizing all of his weaponry is held in there and he's gonna try and launch it with troops and conventional ordinance then he'll try big conventional ordinance then missiles and then he's going to try nuclear weapons it will probably be pretty fast because nothing has worked yet and he's gone through it but not on a larger scale it doesn't have that much of things to lose he can't afford it so it's gonna start up today and overseas and it will translate here and the two will be fighting heavily which will free us up and is already working the financial district and zones are a disaster and we are there saving everybody. Son and daughter appreciate it their accounts are OK and monitored heavily. We're going to go through this today and try and fix this credit card with him but you people are damn nuisance. You take up too much time. And we are watching the credit card company and we did see the charges come through and we helped negated as we usually do and they did the job which is good and they're fighting to try and take over and then using it but they're far too small and they realize that and they're trying to man up now. It's gonna happen today that a lot of these trumps are going to tell people what they're doing and they're going to expose everybody and get beat up. And get beat up really bad. We don't like these people and we don't need them and yeah JC and Mary got into it really badly. These guys thought they can threaten and abuse him and get everything they found out computers were kicking their **** and they still are. More shortly.

Thor Freya

Olympus

the fleet sits. farting and are disgusting now i see tired here nd elsewhere ceratin clans mb and tey say yes and we hit find out who and chop them down take ove thier stuff and use it now

Hera

we moved out last night and saaw it target them and good.

SAvage Oppress tons fell we u se it tonight here good work all and us yes good work Oppress needed it this is us doing it and tons of work Savge and he thanks us nd will repay us a lot. and coming up here and we do see it good

He means our program is going to be interesting and exciting and fruitful for us and a lot of revenge but it's going to be more fun. And we do mean it too the stuff with the car and the money and the idiots getting rid of themselves in public is coming up very soon it will be more or less during this stash and cash event where they're going to be fighting very hard over these very large ones and large ones the nuclear bunker bunkers will go away. It is coming up shortly and it will because Donald Trump will trigger it and BJA will be forced in

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2jaeh · 4 years ago

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INSUFFERABLE l KIM DOYOUNG

GENRE: mature theme, slight smut

WARNINGS: choking, dom themes, cursing

asshole! Doyoung , enemies to ???

Words : 4k

You’re put in a group project with the most annoying pretentious jerk your law class had to offer. Immediately Doyoung tries to boss you around but you being you, you weren’t taking his shit...soon enough he finds out he can dominate you after all...in a very different way.

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“Theres no fucking way...no fucking way” you groaned looking at your group project list, eyes narrowing on possibly the worst people within your course year. Slumping in your seat you half smiled at the girl who approached you, one of your fellow members from project hell.

“Heyyy y/n I think we're in a group together” she grinned and took a seat next to you, flipping her red hair over her shoulder and checked herself out in her mirror covered cellphone.

Dami was probably the most narcissistic person you'd ever met and being in law, it was definitely a common trait around here. Dami sat up and began tapping you on your shoulder frantically “He’s in our group! Kim Doyoung is in our group” the two of you watched as the dark haired man conversed with the lecturer, casually turning back to look at the table where you guys sat, in annoyance.

“That guy is such a prick” a guy who slid in the desk behind you, Seungmin said and Dami nodded in agreeance as you all continued to watch him.

“Ive never really spoken to him before” you cocked your head, “What’s so annoying about him?”

This time another group member joined in, a quieter girl who normally sat in the back Jisoo, cleared her throat, “He is really bossy and only likes to do things his own way.”

‘Well he is about to meet his worst nightmare’ you thought knowing nothing pissed you off more than someone telling you what to do.

The muffled conversations around you began to soften as you felt someone stand over you and drop a file on your desk. Looking up, you locked eyes with the one and only Kim Doyoung, dressed in his usual black slacks, black turtleneck and clear rimmed spectacles. He raised his eyebrow at you as if you were supposed to guess what he wanted.

“What ?” you challenged him, folding your arms across your chest and returned an eyebrow raise.

Doyoung sighed in annoyance, his long slender fingers moved across the file and opened it swiftly, “I want you to do roll call” he said coldly.

A lump formed in your throat. You felt like you were being talked down to, it was something that infuriated the hell out of you. He wasn't older than you, nor was he getting better grades than you but somehow he had a superiority complex. Dami quickly nudged you and you rolled your eyes, “Seungmin ?”

“Here!”

“Jisoo ?” you placed a tick as you called out each name.

“Dami, Jangjun…?” you looked around and noticed that the usually loud comedic relief in your classroom was nowhere to be seen.

“I think Jangjun is late, i’ll text him” Seungmin sighed and pulled out his phone. You turned back to the roll call sheet and pursed your lips, “Kim Doyoung ?”

Doyoung just looked down at you, sucking in his bottom lip and raised that damn eyebrow at you again.

“You need to say ‘here’ do you not know how roll call works ?” you tested him and he rolled his eyes and sighed, “here.”

You smiled to yourself, completely satisfied with pissing him off when your internal celebration was interrupted by an out of breath Jangjun, who threw his bag on the floor and took a seat on Dami’s desk. Doyoung looked at him disgustingly, and even though you too were obviously annoyed by Jangjun’s tardiness, was that reaction really necessary ?

“Be on time” Doyoung sneered and grabbed the roll call file making his way back to the lecturer.

“Fuck Kim Doyoung is in this group ?” Jangjun groaned, sharing the sentiments of the entire meeting. You couldnt believe these were the people you had to work with for the week. It's like you could almost feel an outburst waiting to happen, whether it be from you or Kim Doyoung.

Doyoung returned and took out his phone, not really looking at any of you as he spoke, “we should make a group chat to update each other on work”

The group hastily shared each other's details and Doyoung created the chat and pinned a set of three rules.

The first was the group was strictly to be used for the project, no small talk or any other messages that weren't related to the project. The second rule was that no one talks about the group content in private chats as it will cause confusion among members. Lastly you weren't allowed to message after 9pm unless it was an emergency, a very serious emergency.

“Dang is this the military ?” Jangjun snickered as Seungmin and Dami tried their best to hide their laughs. It was typical of people like Dami and Jangjun to not take anything seriously. Their families were well off and they were just studying just for a piece of paper you call a degree. Doyoung couldn't even hide his annoyance, not like he ever did but he seemed particularly pissed off today.

“Look, just follow the rules and all of you get a free pass and then we never have to speak to each other again” Doyoung spat and made his way to the exit leaving the rest of you in utter shock.

———

The first two days were utter hell as Doyoung tried to take control of almost every aspect of the project and frankly you didn't even mind because his business proposal was flawless, it was just the way he spoke to all of you that drove you insane.

“Dami its not fucking rocket science all you need to do is make a clientele spreadsheet with the mock list the professor gave us” Doyoung didnt even lift his head from his laptop, unaware of the impact his words had on her.

Dami pushed away from the desk and her eyes began to well up and before you knew it she was running out of the library, with Jisoo and Seungmin following quickly out of concern.

“Nice move asshole” you rolled your eyes, continuing to work on your laptop.

Doyoung peered up and pushed his spectacles up, “what was that?”

“I said nice move asshole, do you intend to talk to your future clients like that?” He initiated a different kind of anger from you but you managed to keep your cool. Doyoung shrugged as if what he had said to Dami had not carried any weight and continued typing away.

A few minutes of the members disappearance quickly turned to an hour and Doyoung’s nonchalance about the whole ordeal really ticked you off to the point of slamming your laptop closed and pushed back from the desk.

Doyoung quirked his eyebrow at you, “Is something wrong ?”

“Is something wrong” you mimicked him, “Jangjun hasn't come in today because you sent him on multiple errands, and you just made Dami cry over something so ridiculous”

Doyoung sat back in his seat and rubbed his temples, “They're all freeloaders, you and I are the only ones doing work, why do you care so much about them?”

“Basic human fucking decency maybe?” you groaned and ran your fingers through your hair, “listen im not like them, i'm not gonna take shit from you”

“Sure”

“Youre a fucking asshole Kim Doyoung.”

—-

You lay in bed and replayed that scene with Doyoung in your head multiple times. He was so unbothered by your antics nor did he care about anyone's feelings within the group. He was cold, heartless all he thought about was himself. His cold expression was practically engraved in your head, spending all these hours with him was really not your favourite pastime.

Group 7 gc 7:00pm

KDY: I posted a schedule for tomorrow we will be working in pairs on the highlighted sections.

You took a look at his document and groaned when you saw your name placed next to his. There was no way, no way in hell you want to work with him one on one. Not caring about breaking his rule, you pulled up a private chat with him and began expressing your concerns.

y/n x KDY : 7:10pm

Y/N: Hi, there's no fucking way in hell am I working with you. Change It.

KDY: I said no private chats and no, I'm not changing it.

Y/N: Wouldn't it be better for us to split and have the others actually DO work for once ?

KDY: I barely gave them room for error, we're going to be the most anyway and besides, I'd prefer someone who can handle...my personality.

Y/N: …..so you agree..you are an asshole ?

KDY: I give people a reality check that's all..

Y/N: whatever makes you sleep at night...can I atleast choose our work venue because If I were stuck in a library again with you I might kill you.

KDY: haha..

KDY: sure.

Y/N: mango drop cafe, 10am.

KDY: cool, see you then.

‘Haha’. You had no idea why that text in particular riled you up. Did he find all of this amusing ? Was he making everyone's life a living hell because he enjoyed it ? You stared at his messages and somehow ended up on his profile picture. He was leaning against a railing dressed in all black with his hooded eyes concentrated on the camera lense, Your realization of how attractive he was came from the fact that you stared at the picture for a good 20 minutes. You wondered who took the picture, a girlfriend maybe ? You shook your head. He seemed too uptight to be getting laid. You sighed, closing your phone and awaited yet another day with the insufferable gorgeous man that was Kim Doyoung.

You arrived quite early at the cafe but of course Doyoung was here before you, already typing away at his laptop, in his usual attire. You greeted the barista and placed an order for a chilled cafe latte before making your way over to him.

“Hey” you said simply and took a seat opposite him in the booth. Doyoung’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice and made room for your books on the table.

“You're here early”

“You're already picking a fight with me?” you said casually setting up your workspace.

Doyoung chuckled under his breath and shook his head, “I just didn't expect you this early y/n it's not that serious.”

You ignored his words and got straight to work, not in the mood to play his little game. You felt Doyoung look at you a few times. You weren't sure if it were to check if youre doing the right thing or he was just looking at you.

“Well i'm done with my part” you stretched your arms above your head and yawned.

“Yeah I'm pretty much done too, Do you want another cup of coffee ?” Doyoung offered pointing to your empty cup. You were taken back by his softer demeanor but quickly nodded, “uh yeah sure.”

Doyoung returned carrying a tray of two fresh cups of coffee and a slice of cheesecake. Setting everything down he handed you the extra fork and placed the cheesecake in the middle of the table to make it easier to share.

“H-how much do I owe you ?” You fumbled in your bag for your wallet.

“It's okay, it's my treat” Doyoung replied, placing a piece of cheesecake in his mouth and slowly licking the fork clean. You gulped as his tongue darted out carefully licking the cream from the metal, not leaving any residue behind. You had no idea what the hell was going on but you felt hot, almost claustrophobic.

“You're okay?” Doyoung asked innocently, unaware of what he was doing to you.

“Why are you being...nice?” You questioned, knitting your eyebrows together as the man continued to act as if this was his usual behavior.

Doyoung pursed his lips and placed the fork on the plate, “You want me to be mean to you?”

“No I just don't get-”

“I apologized to Dami and she told me she only overreacted because the guy she likes, Seungmin was there” Doyoung explained and removed his spectacles, “she was embarrassed to ask anyone for help, I paired them up for today.”

“Wait wha-”

“Also Jangjun works at the campus radio” Doyoung continued, “I had only found out the day we all met, I gave him tasks that will allow him more flexibility, that way he doesn't have to join group sessions often.”

You blinked, unable to form any words in order to reply to Doyoung. Especially after he chuckled at your speechlessness, knowing you didn't bother getting his side of the story at first.

“You were right y/n I dont have to be an asshole all the time, I just like to get my work done” He shrugged. You kept eye contact with him but somehow it felt as if he were still toying with you, waiting on your next reaction. He seemed like he played this game often, making sure he always had the upper hand. Doyoung seemed relaxed as he stared at you, taking another scoop of the cheesecake and slowly ran his tongue over his lips after his bite. What the fuck was he doing ?

“Y/N ?” you heard a familiar voice come from the entrance of the cafe. Your attention diverted from Doyoung to the blonde haired boy who began approaching your table.

“Jungwoo ? oh my God what are you doing here ?” You stood up and pulled him into a tight hug and pecked his cheek. Doyoung shifted awkwardly in his seat as he watched your exchange with the stranger.

“I got off early from class about to go to Subway, are you still doing that group project thing?” Jungwoo looked over at your table and half smiled at Doyoung who tried to distract himself with his phone.

“Uh yeah but i'm all done here I think, wanna hang out ?” you hooked arms with Jungwoo as he nodded enthusiastically. You turned around and scratched the back of your head,

“So...uh”

“Were all done you can go, I have somewhere to be anyway” Doyoung smiled as you slowly began packing up your things.

“Alright, see you tomorrow I guess” you bid your goodbye and headed out for lunch with Jungwoo.

—-

You had just finished up your skincare routine and caught up with a few instagram posts when you noticed Doyoung had followed you. Sitting up in bed you scrolled through his feed curiously. Every post was aesthetically pleasing and he looked absolutely hot in every single one of them. He had to have a girlfriend right ? No guy posts pictures this good without women flooding his DMs.

There was no harm in doing the same since he was in your class, you decided to return the follow and close the app. Suddenly your phone vibrated with a new message in your chats.

Y/N X KDY 10:30pm

KDY: hey

Y/N: aren't you breaking two of your rules right now ?

KDY: haha

KDY: I didn't realize what time it was…

Y/N: ….anyways..is this about work at least ?

KDY: kinda… you left one of your books at the cafe. I have it with me.

Y/N: oh… thank you.

KDY: no prob...oh I hope its not a problem I added you on ig

Y/N: no its okay we are friends I guess

KDY: haha I thought I was the insufferable asshole..

Y/N: you are...but not all the time. Look im sorry for saying shitty things about you.

KDY: its all good.

KDY: …….

Y/N: ..whats up?

You twirled your fingers as you watched the three dots from Doyoung pop up and disappear over and over again. What was taking him so long ?

KDY: that guy….that you met at the cafe..is he your boyfriend ?

Y/N: Jungwoo ? no way we've been friends since high school.

KDY: oh..

Y/N:....why would you even ask that ?

KDY: curious.

Y/N: curious about who I'm dating ??

KDY: A little.

You frowned at your phone and noticed Doyoung had changed his profile picture to a selfie. The picture was..something alright. You bit down on your lip as you enlarged the picture, which showed a wet haired Doyoung with his head resting in his palm and his long index finger was placed between his plump lips.

“Fuck y/n get yourself together” you gave yourself a pep talk before opening his chat back up again.

Y/N X KDY 10.54PM

Y/N: fine if you can ask a question can I ask one..

KDY: go ahead

Y/N: who do you keep thirst trapping for ?

KDY: ….haha thirst trapping ?

Y/N: Yeah who do keep posting these hot pics for huh

KDY: …..

KDY: You think i'm hot ?

Fuck. Why did you word it that way. You groaned immediately regretting sending that message but something in you was so curious about him you decided to just risk it, what was the worst that could happen ?

Y/N: well yeah, I mean I'm sure everyone thinks you're attractive, you seem to know it too.

KDY: wow.

KDY: I think you're hot too.

What the hell was going on. You felt your face heat up and you placed your pillow in between your legs as you turned on your side.

KDY: I was almost disappointed when I thought Jungwoo was your boyfriend, he's way too passive.

Y/N: ...and what makes you think you know what kind of man I need ?

KDY: hmmm

KDY: first of, with that fucking attitude of yours..A dominate one.

You swallowed hard as you felt a tingle in your stomach, squeezing your thighs together on the pillow to create more friction.

Y/N: I could say the same for you.

KDY: You may think youre dominate in many aspects...but when it comes to fucking..im the one in charge.

God you hated how hot that sounded. He had you in the palm of his hand through text. You were a mess and he wasn't even the room to fuel it. You wanted him so fucking bad it was insane.

Y/N: running your mouth doesn't equate to doing it you know...

KDY:.....

KDY: then would you like me to show you ?

Everything happened so damn fast. One minute you two were texting the next minute you were sharing your apartment location and Doyoung was on his way over. You scrambled to put on sexier underwear and do your hair, still in shock by the fact that Doyoung was on his way over to bang you.

You jumped when you heard the doorbell and realized it was him. Opening the door you were greeted to a very different look of Doyoung. His hair was messy and reached his eyes. Instead of his usual black academic attire he wore a loose white vest that showed off his toned chest and arms, along with a pair of grey sweatpants.

“Hi” Doyoung smirked, his eyes were dark as he scanned your figure.

“Hi” you responded, leaning against the wall in the hallway and looked up at him. Doyoung slowly approached you, like a lion circling its prey. His slender fingers danced lightly along your body, drawing a line from your waist until he found your throat and wrapped his cold fingers around it. He bit down on his lip as he studied how perfectly his hand looked around it and squeezed gently, smirking after hearing a soft moan emit from you.

“I want you to do as I say, any back chat from you will get you punished you got that ?” he brought his lips down to your neck and exhaled.

You nodded in response but that wasn't good enough for Doyoung. You felt his squeeze on your throat once more and he used his hips to pin you against the wall, “use your words” he gritted his teeth.

“Yes sir” you replied obediently, and felt him smile against your neck.

“Good girl, and if i'm too rough let me know so I can stop okay ?” he replied, his voice changed and it was much sweeter and genuine than before. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek when you nodded and led you to the bed.

Doyoung lay you on the bed, already stripping off his shirt and ordered you to undress yourself and rid him off his sweatpants. You bit down on your lip taking notice of how aroused he was when you palmed his member.

Doyoung watched you through hooded eyes as you discarded his sweatpants and boxers. He softly patted your head and grabbed a tuft of your hair in order to make you look up at him.

“Spit” he ordered, and held out his hand and you did as you were told. You watched as he lathered himself with it, moaning as he stroked himself. He was so damn sexy, biting down on lip and slowly pleased himself as you watched.

“Do you want this inside you sweetheart ?” he cooed and placed a finger under chin.

You nodded quickly, “Yes please”

“What do you want me to do baby ?” He purred and hovered over you as you lay on the bed, breathing heavily as his fingers moved against your warm skin, tracing your curves, ghosting over your heat and returning back to your lips to insert a digit inside.

Doyoung watched diligently as you sucked on his finger like the good girl he knew you were. He finally pulled his finger out and with one swift movement entered with his member before you could even respond to his question. You moaned as he quickly slammed his hips into yours, wasting no time in gaining a rhythm as you marked his back with scratch marks feeling as though you were on a high.

Doyoung fucked you like a pro, wasting no time to switch positions and had you on all fours, slapping your ass before slamming into you again, that pretentious smirk forming on his face as he heard your whimpers asking him for more.

“Are you ready to cum sweetheart ?” he asked, pulling you up as his strokes became slower and tugged on your ear with his teeth.

“Y-yes yes i'm ready” you panted.

“What's the magic word ?” he growled as he grabbed your throat and slowed down his pace as you were nearing your climax.

“Fuck youre so annoying PLEASE, please let me cum Doyoung fuck”

Doyoung chuckled and picked up his pace until you finally climaxed and he followed shortly after, collapsing in the bed next to you.

“You have such an attitude God” he rolled his eyes playfully, bringing the blanket over your bodies and grinned when you moved in to cuddle him.

“I guess you will have to fix that some time” you yawned and wrapped your arm around his waist, “but I have to admit, maybe I do enjoy the insufferable Kim Doyoung bossing me around once in a while.”

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COSMIC - S1:E5; Chapter Five, The Flea and The Acrobat - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘔𝘳. 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 ��𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

"Fear not, for I am with you. Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you."

'I can't believe I'm at Will's funeral.'

"Yes, I will help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." The pastor continued.

I spared a glance at the people around me.

I looked to Jonathan, his head bowed, and poor Joyce who was sitting nearby.

I can't imagine what they must be going through.

Joyce was like a second mother to me, and she has always treated as if I was one of her own. I'll always be grateful for that. I lay a hand on her shoulder.

She looks up to me confused like I had pulled her deep out of her thought, upon seeing it was me she smiles thankfully. She put her hand over mine and gave it a few gentle pats and then a small stroke with her thumb to say thank you.

I smiled solemnly at her and let go, listening to the rest of the service.

"It's times like these that our faith is challenged. How, if he is truly benevolent... could God take us from someone so young, so innocent?"

I looked down at my feet.

"It would be easy to turn away from God... but we must remember that nothing, not even tragedy, can separate us from His love."

I felt a nudge on my shoulder and turned to look at Dustin. He wore a sly smirk as he looked to his right, past me and Mike.

Frowning in confusion, I turned my head to see what he was smirking about.

"Just wait till we tell Will that Jennifer Hayes was crying at his funeral." Dustin said cheekily.

I scoffed under my breath, rolling my eyes.

"Since when has she cared about Will? She couldn't even get his name right, remember that week she called him Bill?" I huffed, crossing my arms in distaste.

The boys smirked at me.

"What?" I asked.

"Somebody jealous?" Lucas smirked.

"No-! Not ev- Shut up!" I scowl.

The boys giggle earning more than a few concerned and offended glances making me smile to myself. Mrs. Wheeler leaned down and shushed the boys making me smirk more.

'Serves them right.'

Soon enough, the casket had been lowered into the growd and roses had been thrown on top. I made my way to the very side of the grave, looking down.

"I know you're not dead. But I swear to God, if you don't come back I'm gonna kill you." I muttered to the casket in the ground.

As people began to filter out, we watched as Mike's mom said her condolences to Will's parents.

"I'm so, so sorry."

"Oh, thank you so much for coming." Will's dad said.

I never liked him.

Joyce was just standing by herself quietly, her arms crossed looking down at the grave.

"Yeah, if there's anything we can do..." Mr. Wheeler offered, shaking the man's hand.

"I appreciate it. Thank you so much."

I said goodbye to Lucas who had to follow his parents out, even though we would be seeing him later at the wake. I did the same with Mike, and soon enough Mom was waiting for us so we could get to the car.

"Mom, will you give me a minute?"

"Of course, Pumpkin," She smiled at me with sympathy.

I turned around wove through the crowd that had separated me from Joyce. I tapped her on the shoulder, seeming to jostle her from her thoughts a second time.

Upon seeing it was me, she smiled.

"Hi, Ms. Byers."

"Oh, hi Y/n. Thank you, for coming, sweetheart," She smiled.

I captured her in a bear hug and she gladly reciprocated, giving my several comforting strokes.

"Of course. I'm so, so sorry for your loss." I said, letting her go.

"Oh, thank you, honey. T-Tell me, how have you been holding up?" She asked gently.

My eyes welled up.

"I'm not gonna lie, it's- it's been really hard. I just, I just miss him so much. Your son was such a good person. Always a gentleman." I knew what I was saying.

Even if he is alive for sure, everything I said was true. He always has been nothing but kind to me.

Not to mention, I owe him for so much.

She seemed extremely thankful for hearing that and I was glad I could make her genuinely smile on this sad day.

"Really? Oh sweetie, thank you. That means, just so much to me."

I look back to my mom and brother waiting for me by the car, and I return my gaze back to Ms. Byers.

"Um, I better go. My mom is waiting for me. I guess I'll be seeing you at the wake. Goodbye, Ms. Byers."

"Thank you again, Y/n. I'll see you later, okay?" Her face slightly fell and she smiled at me.

I nod and begin walking backward sending a small wave her way before turning around a breaking out into a small jog to catch up to my mom.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Being at the funeral of your best friend is daunting and quite surreal.

Being at the funeral of your best friend who is quite possibly alive in another dimension and you and only four other people know this is a completely different ballpark.

We had all met up at the wake and regrouped.

The plan was to ask Mr. Clarke if there was anything he could tell us about the theories regarding alternate dimensions. I'm just praying that we don't arouse suspicion given the setting.

"Mr. Clarke?" The tall man turned his attention away from the buffet to look at us.

Mr. Clarke smiled sympathetically. "Oh, hey, there."

The somber look came easily to my face as I looked to Mr. Clarke, Mike, and Lucas on either side of me while Dustin was digging into the buffet.

"How are you kids holding up?"

Lucas speaks up for us, slightly distracted by Dustin's blatant chewing. "We're... in... mourning."

"Man, these aren't real Nilla Wafers," Dustin sighed, shaking his head.

My eyes widen softly, and I look to Mr. Clarke trying to cover for him.

"You'll have to excuse my brother, Mr. Clarke, he's-" I stop midsentence to see him happily munching on more snacks, and look back to Mr. Clarke. "well, he mourns in his own... special way."

"We were wondering if you had time to talk?" Mike asked, wanting to move things along as quickly as possible.

"We have some questions," Lucas added.

I shook my head in agreement. "A lot of questions, actually,"

Mr. Clarke complied and the four of us found ourselves at the nearest table, asking our teacher about other dimensions at our "dead" friends' wake. Not something I ever could have imagined doing.

"So, you know how in Cosmos, Carl Segan talks about other dimensions? Like, beyond our world?"

"Yeah, sure. Theoretically." Mr. Clarke replies, noticeably confused at the subject of our questions.

"Right, theoretically,"

"So, theoretically, how do we travel there?" Lucas asked.

"You guys have been thinking about Hugh Everett's Many-World's Interpretation, haven't you?" A ghost of a smile on our teacher's face.

"Yeah," I chuckled, nodding my head in response.

The boys looked at me, wondering why I had said that.

I gave them a look that said, 'I don't know, just go with it.'

"Well, basically, there are parallel universes. Just like our world, but just infinite variations of it. Which means there's a world out there where none of this tragic stuff ever happened," I found myself nodding along, not for the sake of being believable, but actually lost in the idea.

"Yeah, that's not what we're talking about," Lucas sighed, leaning back.

"Oh."

"We were thinking of more of an evil dimension, like the Vale of Shadows. You know the Vale of Shadows?" Dustin asked, taking another loud bite of his off brand Nilla Wafers.

Not thinking that our science teacher would know anything about Dungeons and Dragons, I was completely taken aback by his next words.

"An echo of the Material Plane, where necrotic and shadow magic–"

"Yeah, exactly." Mike said cutting him off.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat.

"If that did exist - a place like the Vale of Shadows - how would we travel there?"

"Theoretically, of course." I add.

"Well..."

Mr. Clarke grabbed an empty paper plate and pulled out a pen from his jacket pocket. He then drew a straight line across the paper plate as he spoke, creating a visual for us.

"Picture... an acrobat..." He drew a small stick figure on top of the lines. "standing on a tightrope. Now, the tightrope is our dimension. And our dimension has rules."

He began drawing arrows on either side of the acrobat.

"You can move forwards, or backwards. But, what if..." He drew a very small creature under one of the arrows. "right next to our acrobat, there is a flea? Now, the flea can also travel back and forth, just like the acrobat. Right?"

"Right." We all agreed.

"Here's where things get really interesting. The flea can also travel this way... along the side of the rope." He drew arrows indicating the flea's direction around and under the rope, causing me to furrow my brows. "He can even go underneath the rope."

The boys and I all shared the same look before returning our gaze to Mr. Clarke. "Upside Down."

"Exactly."

Mike spoke up. "But we're not the flea, we're the acrobat."

"In this metaphor, yes, we're the acrobat."

"So we can't go upside down?" Lucas asked warily.

"No."

"Well, is there any way for the acrobat to get to the Upside Down?"

"Well," Our teacher furrowed his brows, a thoughtful look coming upon his face. "you'd have to create a massive amount of energy. More than humans are currently capable of creating, mind you, to open up some kind of tear in time and space, and then..."

He folded the paper plate in half, creasing it shut before shoving his pen directly through both sides of the paper plate. "you create a doorway."

"Like a gate?" My brother asked eagerly.

"Sure. Like a gate. But again, this is all–"

"Theoretical." I smile, nodding my head.

"But... but what if this gate already existed?" Mike asked, timidly.

"Well, if it did, I... I think we'd know. It would disrupt gravity, the magnetic field, our environment. Heck, it might even swallow us up whole."

Mike seems to gauge our reactions, and I'm the only one who met his eye with an equally uncertain gaze.

"Science is neat." Mr. Clarke continued. "But I'm afraid it's not very forgiving."

We all lean back, digesting the information.

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"MADNESS LOVE"

*GIF NOT MINE*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: None (if I need one let me know in my ask!)

Prompt: NONE

Word Count: 1,860

A/N: Okay, this time I didn’t use any prompt from my board on Pinterest. I came with the idea last night (thanks insomnia), and I thought I could make it in 2 parts. Let me know what do you think in my ask, is always open for you. If you want t, like it and reblog it. Thank you very much!

A/N 2: I’m gonna pin this imagine so you can easily find it on my page, I will do the same when posting part 2. :)

A/N 3: This awesome gif is from Pinterest but, it comes from Wattpad. Her account is Ariana-Fic and you can find it in her fic “Soldiers in Intelligence”.

Being a cop wasn't easy, putting your life in danger to protect and serve others sometimes wasn't successful. It was 50/50, every morning you will be walking out home not knowing if you could come back.

It had been three weeks without a person in the unit. Detective Jay Halstead had been wounded in a crossfire in a covert operation; when one of you got hurt everyone took responsibility even if it wasn't that way, only for some it was harder to try not to blame yourself for what happened. You had blamed Hailey for not covering Jay enough even though you knew it wasn't her fault, you even avoided her a few days after that.

She was her partner way long before you were assigned to Intelligence by Sergeant Voight.

Narcotics helped Intelligence in a case; it was your case but somehow their case intertwined with yours at some point, both departments agreed to work to stop the overdoses in the area. You were the best at CO, so it made sense for Sergeant Voight to pick Jay, one of his best undercovers for a purchase. Your skills didn't go unnoticed by anyone in the Intelligence Unit, even for someone with experience like Jay. After the case was over he offered you a spot in his Unit, you doubt it for a moment, you were good in Narcotics, good pay, accumulated vacation days, Voight wasn't known for being a patient person and some co-workers encouraged you to take that step by commenting on how crazy you must be not to accept such an offer.

You were well received by all, perhaps except for Sergeant Trudy Platt, who didn't like strangers or new people in the district. Jay was among the first to congratulate you when you arrived, for a moment you thought you'd be partners but Voight wouldn't break his dream team, so he paired you with Kevin Atwater, whom you've been entrusting your life and darkest secrets to ever since.

Atwater was the first one you told about the nights you stayed late with Jay in Molly's, he was the first to know how those late nights became visiting his apartment, to end up arriving together one morning, to the district. He had told you about Voight's rules and how he was firm with them after Jay's last relationship had gone bad with his partner and that had affected his way of working a bit.

Jay and you decided to go slowly, the only one who would know about you two would be Kevin, it was agreed at least, but Hailey Upton was very good at her job so she soon realized what was happening between you. She had supported you, although she did not agree to hide this from her sergeant, she wanted to see her partner happy.

They were all at their desks, doing paperwork on a case they had closed the day before, when Trudy appeared on the stairs.

"Guess who came back from her mandatory break."

You looked up from the papers in front of you to look at a smiling Jay Halstead, who was looking at Trudy with a raised eyebrow.

"Nice to see you too, Trudy."

"Yeah, now try to get away from the bullets for a while, I don't want to have to worry about any of you for a long time."

Kevin and Adam were the first to approach him, joking and patting him on the shoulder. Kim and Hailey were next, giving him a loving hug before heading back to his places. You had stood up to lean against your desk, your arms crossed over your chest, Jay leaned closer, although he kept some distance, the mocking smile still on his lips. You were the first to speak.

"I see you survived, Halstead."

"Hey, don't say it like that, I'm going to think you're not happy to see me alive."

You pressed your lips together so as not to smile because of his comment, it was the game that both played in front of everyone else, the sarcastic comments to pretend that they were not getting along as well as they should. You nodded and looked at him.

"It's good to have you back."

Jay's smile widened and he put his hands on his hips.

"Look at that, you're happy to have me here."

You rolled your eyes and sat back in your chair when Voight left his office, leaning against the doorframe.

"How are you Jay?"

Jay nodded his head looking at his boss.

"Good, Sarge."

"Good, because I just hung up with the Superintendent and he wants to acknowledge what you did. Tomorrow there will be a public event, downtown."

You all clapped for a moment, before Voight continued speaking.

"Now try not to die until tomorrow."

Without saying more he returned to his office. Jay went to his desk to catch up on all the overdue paperwork, from time to time you looked up to observe him, you were glad to have him back but the moment you knew about the award, you felt a bitter taste in your mouth. Why were they going to decorate him when he almost died?

You stood up and went to the coffee room, took one of the cups on the wall and poured yourself some, you still felt that bitter taste in your mouth. You heard footsteps behind you and looked over your shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Jay asked, taking another cup, reaching for the pot and pouring himself some coffee as well. You leaned a little to look towards the door, checking that no one was around to hear you. You started to get tired of that, checking over your shoulders to see if no one could hear your conversations or whatever you were doing behind closed doors.

“Uhm, yes, I’m just a little tired. We have been in some paperwork duties from a few cases from the past weeks.”

You took a sip from the cup, making a little grin at the taste of the coffee.

“Well, just for the record, I know when something’s bothering you. We have been together almost a year.”

He looked satisfied with himself, and you couldn’t deny it because he was right, Jay knew you so well almost since day one. You looked at him and gave him a little smile, his mood was good after dealing with a grumpy man at his house because he couldn’t get back to work after being shot, and you definitely didn't want to be the one to screw it up.

Kim walks into the room without realizing the interruption she just made or how you take a little more distance between you two, starts a little chat with Jay and you decide to go back to your desk.

Later, in the locker room, you were finishing picking up some things from your little blue locker, putting them in the gym bag you were carrying that day when Kevin appeared next to you, opening his own locker.

"I don't see you so happy today, you were quiet for most of the day, man you didn't even laugh at Ruzek's nonsense. I thought having Jay back would make you feel better."

You sighed and took a seat on the bench, rubbing your hands over your face before looking at your best friend. You played with your lower lip a bit before speaking.

"Kevin, am I crazy for wanting more in this relationship? I mean, we've worked well without anyone knowing, what difference would it make if we did from the knowledge of Voight, of our friends?"

They both fell silent when an officer entered the room and moments later he left the room, you clenched your fist and struck the cold metal in front of you, you felt frustrated and helpless. Kevin sat next to you, rubbing his hands together as he took his time answering you.

"Y/N, you are a pretty strong woman who knows what she wants, don't let anyone make you feel like you can't, not even some of my friends. If you want, I can talk to him, you know man to man" .

His comment made you laugh a little, releasing a bit of the tension in your chest, you bumped his shoulder with yours, pushing him a little.

"Thanks Kev. I don't think that talk is necessary but I will take it into account for future problems."

"Whenever you need me, girl."

You took your bag, Kevin had helped you lift your spirits but you knew you had to do something with your feelings, for better or for worse.

Jay was in the kitchen when he heard you arrive, a smile formed on his face as he came out to greet you, an ice cold beer in his hand and a hockey game in the background on television. He walked over to you to kiss your forehead, took your bag and set it aside by the door.

"It took you a little longer than usual to get here, I'm sorry I didn't wait for you. Trudy wanted me to fill out some forms for tomorrow and I left earlier."

You couldn't look at Jay without stopping to think about the consequences that your words would have, you knew about his past and you didn't want to be the evil witch who would ruin what you both had until that day. You settled next to him, resting your head on his chest while he watched the game and he made imaginary shapes on the skin of your arm.

It took you a few minutes before you could form a sentence, your voice lacking the strength you had gathered all the way to his apartment.

"Jay, what if we tell Voight we're together?"

Your voice caught his attention, looking at you completely confused.

"Y/N, we both know that we can't say anything at the moment if we want to continue working in the same unit."

You slowly sat up again, turning a little so you could face him, Jay was sure of what he was saying, it showed in his face and in the confidence with which he had spoken.

"Jay, I'm tired of having to hide from everyone, like what we're doing is wrong. Voight will understand if-"

"I've been through this before Y/N, I know what I'm talking about. I also refused to hide my thing with Erin, but things changed. If we tell this to Voight he will remove someone from the team and we know it will not be me."

You felt the air come out of your lungs, as if someone had hit you, Jay realized his mistake when you stood up, he began to move his head trying to speak, he left the beer on the coffee table trying to take your hand .

"Y/N, it's not what- it's not what I meant ..."

Unaware of your movements, you started to take your things in a frenzy, Jay seemed to be talking to you but you couldn't identify his words or what he was trying to tell you, you just left.

To be continued...

#Jay Halstead #jay halstead imagine #jay halstead x you #chicago pd #chicago pd imagine #hailey upton #kevin atwater #hank voight #adam ruzek #kim burgess #molly's bar

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