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voidcat · 4 years ago

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Company — Seijoh 4 & animals

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Oikawa Tooru, cats: It was cute, watching you unhook your hand from his to run towards any cat you saw on the street, crouching down to their level and talking to them as if they could understand you. When he said this one, you laughed and said they did understand but the look in your eyes made it clear you were serious. Getting to see a soft side of yours, unfiltered, shining and radiating so much love was a scene he loved dearly. Your bond with cats went so far back to your childhood and he loved listening to your stories.

But when you appeared in front of his door one day, on the same day as your little trip, with a box in your hand, he knew what was about to come.

“So Tooru.” “No.”

“As you know I’ll be away for a few days and cannot take my baby with me.” “Why…”

“I’ve written down a little manual on her likes and dislikes, her preference of food and how to be pet.” “Can’t you ask Iwa-Chan instead?”

“No because Iwa-Chan does not live in Argentina.” So that’s how he found himself with your cat one morning, leaving the lid open, he went back to bed.

That night when he returned from another practice ended long gone, him staying overnight, he was met with a furious glare. “What are you looking at? I left an extra plate of food for you.” Was all he said.

By the time you returned, it was too early for them to be up. Opening the door quietly, putting your bag down and tiptoeing towards the bedroom, you were met with Tooru sleeping with your cat leaning against his leg. Pulling her to herself and lying besides him with as little noise as you, you joined them.

“Maybe she wasn’t such an awful guest.” Was what he first mumbled to you. As you chuckled, she got up to adjust her sleeping position, hitting him in the face with her tail in the process. “She has a name you know.” “I refuse to say it, especially after getting hit that harshly.” “It’s not that bad.”

He scrunched up his nose once “I’m sorry, Czarina Natalya.” As you laughed again, scratching her head with one hand and stroking Tooru’s hair with the other, he asked: “I still don’t get why you brought her to me. It’s not like I’m that good at taking care of plants or pets.”

“It was so she would take care of you while I was away. Nati is pretty good at that though she likes to act cold hearted.” “I guess that’s a story for another time.” “In the morning. Let’s get an hour of sleep before she starts meowing aggressively for breakfast.”

Iwaizumi Hajime, dogs: It was an ordinary day at the beach. Enjoying the sun and the waves, letting the sounds calm you and having a mini picnic of sorts. Seeing stray dogs by the beach wasn’t extraordinary, it wasn’t a common thing either, but when the white pup approached you shyly, you couldn’t help but pat the spot next to you on the sand. Running to you and laying down under the comforting shadow of the umbrella, she accompanied the two of you for the rest of the day. Petting her on the occasion, offering half of your sandwich and giving water, it was a given she would follow you home. And you didn’t have it in you to reject her.

Iwaizumi wasn’t so keen on the idea at first. The dog did seem well, she didn’t have a collar but she appeared healthy to the eyes. But it was the eyes that captured your heart and that’s how you found yourself listing so many advantages of having a dog to live with. And it was your eyes that Hajime couldn’t argue with so that was how you ended up with a pup. She would wake the two of you up with gently bumps of her nose, accompany Hajime on his regular runs, walk with the two of you to the market and keep an ear out at night to make sure no harm came near you. “Hey Princess!” You would say and she’d lay on the floor, paws raised and belly in the open, a sign of her trust too.

When you woke up that day, it was a bright grey. Clouds clogging up the sunlight, you knew what was about to come. Going through your morning routine and getting urgent things done, you decided to allow yourself a breathe. On your way to the kitchen, you heard the first rumble. Hurrying now and taking out your relaxing tea mix, you went to grab your blanket as the water boiled. Pouring it to your french press and adding the tea, you dropped yourself to the couch. When Cotton saw you, she walked away. “Weird.” You said to yourself. When she appeared minutes later, accompanied by footsteps, you realized why she was gone for a short period of time. As Hajime sat down by your side, pulling you into his arms, Cotton joined in as well, placing her head to your lap and giving you looks of concern once in a while. That’s how you found yourself waking up in the middle of the night, the thunderstorm long gone, you in the arms of Hajime, your beloved girl sleeping with content in your lap.

Matsukawa Issei, fish: When he decided to try all the ridiculous games at the fair one night, insisting on winning a prize, you were too busy laughing to sense the seriousness in his words. But as the night came to an end, your stomach hurting from the Cotton candy you had, Issei walked towards you, the smug expression you’ve come to know so well, painted in his face. Hands behind his back, you started laughing again. No absurd color could be seen so he didn’t go and win any huge stuffed toy. But when he raised his arms with a “Ta da!”, it was a small plastic bag filled with water, and a little orange fish swimming inside. There was no way this was real.

The fish you thought was the side effect of too much cotton candy turned out to be as real as the two of you. Grabbing a big glass and filling it water, you left the fish in the kitchen that night. Waking up to meet with it again was a shock to say the least. So doing what any responsible adult and eager kid would do, you took a photo of it and went out to get a proper tank, decorative rocks and fish food. By the time Issei got up to prepare some coffee, you were still in the kitchen, head rested on your hands, watching the fish and tapping against the tank once in a while. You didn’t see the way he took a sip of his coffee as he watched the two of you.

This became a habit long after, on stressful days, one of you would take away the source of the stress away and guide the other back where Carrotcake was, watching the light break and divide into infinite colors, getting lost in the waves of its tail as it swimming in serenity. The simple life of your fish was a break from anything and everything, especially when you needed escape. Getting too attached to a fish seemed hilarious to you at first but few months in and you found yourselves researching, then going out to get him a friend and a larger tank, now with a little castle they can play in.

As you sprinkled fish food into the water one morning, Issei placed down his mug to the side and wrapped his arms around. “Who knew we would rediscover us in them?” “Next time we go to the fair, I’ll be the one to try and win a prize.” “So the family keeps growing, huh?” “Why not? They deserve a little happiness and love like ours in their lives too.”

Hanamaki Takahiro, birds: It was a regular café try-out. As Makki was trying his profiterole pyramid, your attention was pulled to your phone when the notification bing! Reached your ears. Seeing a video from your friend, who was visiting her family in her home country, you opened the app eagerly. The joyous chirping of the budgerigar filling the café in an instant, you immediately turned your volume down. Seeing the bird sing and move his head as if he was dancing, you couldn’t help but be glued to the screen. Feeling the burning gaze of Makki in you, you showed him the video and watched him as fascination took over his features. After that, it was merely a count down. When he saw an adoption post for one, he sent it to you in an instant and in a week, you were the proud parents of a budgerigar. Spending the day setting the cage in a good place and checking the water and food, you went to bed content.

Waking up with an unfamiliar and loud noise the next morning, alarmed at first, only to remember the bird afterwards, was an experience to say the least. The first time you let Boncuk out of the cage, to fly inside the living room, you had no idea what he would do to your books. Experience being the best teacher, you found yourself running to get a blanket and using it to cover the book cases. Despite the energetic nature of the bird tiring you once in a while, it was fun to have a singer in the house. He would learn where to fly and what not to chew at in time, sit on your arm or on Makki’s head in the evenings, often pooping on Makki’s head and making you laugh the loudest in your life. When he first opened his beak and made a song far from a typical tweet but more like an actual word, you yelled Makki’s name, pulled him by the arm and asked the bird to do it again. And do he did, he could say only one word but it was more than enough. With the same pride parents have when their baby first starts to walk, you took videos all day, called all your friends and made them hear this wonder on call.

Being the two of you, it didn’t took you long to teach the bird a few more words. The best one was when you called Oikawa on his birthday and Makki called out “Okay, Boncuk! Now what do we say?” “Shittykawa!”

As the two of you started laughing, Oikawa hung up, complaining as he did. Yet all the mindless fun aside, your favorite thing was to watch the two of you duet together some nights, the bird singing along to Makki as he would serenade you or dance with you.

Boncuk means “bead” in Turkish, it’s a common name for budgerigars

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inkribbon796 · 4 years ago

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Snow Angels

Summary: Illinois has a special surprise for Eric.

Directly after talking to the Host, Illinois ran from the library and into his bedroom where he promptly took a shower, trimmed his facial hair, and brushed his teeth.

For the finishing touches to his preparation he added a dab or two of cologne under his ears and quickly grabbed something he’d been hiding in his sock drawer for two years now.

He hadn’t intended to give this to Eric, didn’t think he’d ever give it to anyone after his third travel partner died. But Eric was everything . . . and he was incredibly resilient to Illinois’s luck.

Illinois ran down the hall, running into Dark. After a quick chat, Dark opened a portal for him about a block from the heroes’ base.

The instant the portal closed, Illinois pulled out his phone and made a quick call, “Hey Kay, it’s me, I need a favor. A big one.”

Eric was almost falling asleep on one of the lobby couches, resting his legs with his prosthetics on the ground next to him.

He was gently woken up to the sound of someone talking. Unlike most of the time when being awoken in his sleep would cause disorientation and anxiety, Eric had time to gradually wake himself up.

“Nah, I got it, don’t worry,” King said in the kitchen, pushing his glasses back onto his face. It took Eric some time to realize he was on the phone with someone. “Don’t worry lover boy, I won’t spoil the surprise.”

Eric groaned and picked himself up, reaching blindly for his glasses.

“Oh, hey Eric did I wake you?” King asked gently. “Sorry buddy.”

“Mmm’ fine,” Eric grumbled.

“Hey, you wanna head out with me, just for a bit, it’s not a patrol or anything I just don’t spend enough time with anyone,” King asked.

Eric shrugged and got up, wrapping himself up in a jacket and some gloves, he made sure he was wearing modified leg warmers so his prosthetics wouldn’t cause his legs to feel like they’d frozen over.

They made it two blocks, Kay joking around as he tried to get Randall to answer his texts. Then Illinois jumped out from behind a parked car and threw a whole mess of snow at Kay. The younger brother screamed in surprise and pushed Illinois away from, throwing snow back at him as Eric watched, mostly untouched by the impromptu snow fight.

After Illinois shoving some snow down Kay’s coat and almost getting his nose broken in retaliation, the three of them started walking. Eric and Illinois were walking hand in hand. Randall was going to join them for “security” but after a bit King stopped.

“Alright, something’s up,” King finally commented, looking at his phone. “I’m going to go and find him, Ills can you try not to eat Eric’s whole face while I’m not here?”

“No promises,” Illinois grinned, pulling Eric by his waist a little closer to him. “I can’t resist this face.”

Eric’s face flushed with more than just the cold.

King stared at him, and Illinois rolled his eyes.

“Fine we’ll meet you by the park,” Illinois took Eric’s hand and started to lead him away from King, the other hero on his phone.

They walked a bit until they made it to King’s park and to Eric’s surprise, Illinois took a couple of steps inside of it.

“King w-won’t mind?” Eric asked, looking around.

“I talked with him, so long as I don’t bring other people from work in, he’ll be fine,” Illinois dismissed.

They walked around the almost empty park. Illinois flopping into the snow and eventually coaxed Eric into making snow angels with him.

After a while they went and sat on a snow covered bench. Illinois tried to dust off most of the snow and ice. The bench was facing a river towards the back of the park, a sheet of ice coating the surface.

Eric was looking out over the park, a calm little half smile on his face. And Illinois thought that was the most beautiful sight in the world. “It’s so pretty with all the snow.”

“Yeah,” Illinois just stared at Eric. “The park is too.”

Eric looked over to notice Illinois was staring at him. He got all flustered and shy.

“I can see why King took the place over,” Illinois commented smoothly. “Lots of good memories here.”

“Like what?” Eric asked, leaning against Illinois.

Illinois smiled, leaning into him a bit and wrapping an arm around him. “Artie once pushed Kay into the river. Dark just about lost his mind, fishing him out of the river.”

Eric looked started, “Was he . . . uhmm . . . alright?”

“Oh yeah, he knew how to swim and it was late summer so it was like ankle deep,” Illinois dismissed. “You doing okay? Your prosthetics bugging you?”

Eric shook his head.

Illinois stood up, “if you’re sure, there’s this nice cafe we could go and warm up there. Or we can go out onto the river.”

Eric looked at the river nervously, looking down at his legs. “It . . . It’ll break?”

“What, the ice?” Illinois asked. When Eric nodded, Illinois smiled at him. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you, and you don’t have to go any farther than the bank if you don’t feel safe.”

“O— Okay,” Eric allowed and let Illinois pull him out and the instant Eric set foot on the ice the nanites in his prosthetics shifted and the ends of them became ice skates, a wide base above the blades to help with Eric’s balance.

All Illinois did was put something on the base of his shoes and icicle blades magically grew from the soles of his shoes, magically strong enough for him to skate with.

Illinois was already out of the ice, testing it and proving the ice was sturdy but Eric’s few attempts resulted in Eric slipping on the ice a lot.

Eric tried to keep his balance while Illinois was already doing small little spins on the ice. All Eric could do was smile and watch him. His arms held out in an attempt to balance himself.

After pulling out of another spin, Illinois slid over. He dropped to a knee at the final part of his slide. He was smiling up at Eric. “You like my little tricks?”

“I can’t,” Eric paused a looked away in frustration for a bit as he tried to say what he wanted, “ca-n’t sk-ate like you.”

“That’s okay, I’m better at magic tricks anyway,” Illinois smiled, an expression of absolute adoration on his face. “Wanna see a new one, I just learned it?”

Eric gave a small smile, nodding as he looked back at Illinois.

“Okay,” Illinois felt his heartbeat quicken with excitement as he prepared to do a sleight of hand trick. “Watch closely, I’m going to make something appear out of thin air.”

He grabbed Eric’s hand with one hand, distracting him as a black jewelry box seemingly appeared in his other hand. Eric stiffened in surprise and Illinois with one hand flipped it open to reveal a silver band with green and white stones set into it.

“Eric Derekson, these last few months have been the most wonderful I’ve ever been and felt in my life. Will you marry me?”

Eric just stared at him, eyes blown open in shock before he just started crying.

“Uhh,” Illinois just stayed kneeling on the ice, unsure what to do. If that was a no or yes.

But then Eric managed a tearful but smiling, “Yes.”

“Yeah?” Illinois smiled.

Eric was still crying as he nodded, Illinois sliding the ring on.

Illinois made this happy whooping cheer and scooped Eric up and stepped back onto the snow, his enchantment for his shoes running out just in time for Illinois to capture Eric’s lips with his own.

“You won’t regret this,” Illinois promised Eric, resting his forehead against Eric’s. “I swear, I’ll spend every day of my life making sure you don’t regret it.”

Eric hugged himself to Illinois, he hadn’t been expecting the proposal. He hadn’t even imagined even being in a relationship where that would be an option for him. But Illinois treated Eric like he was someone worth loving, and not just in a “we’re actually friends and I care about you” type of way. Illinois was different. The hope of something more . . . something that amazed and terrified him with how it made him feel.

“Let’s go break the news,” Illinois said in excitement. “We’ll start with my family then we can tell yours.”

“Wa-Wait,” Eric said in nervousness, pressing on Illinois’s shoulders.

“Let’s go,” Illinois smiled.

There was a clearing of a throat and Eric looked to see King standing about ten feet away with his phone, pointed at them. “Smile for the camera.”

“He said yes,” Illinois was all smiles.

“Yeah, yeah, do the future grooms have anything to say to the camera?” King asked.

“Did you get the whole thing?” Illinois asked.

“I started when you two got out onto the ice,” King smiled.

“Uhh, umm, Ran—” Eric started before King smiled.

“Nah, he’s at the base waiting for us,” King grinned. “He just got off patrol. You two should head off to break the news to Dark. Don’t worry kid, he’s an asshole but he won’t hurt you.”

“Oh, uh okay,” Eric said nervously. Illinois finally put him down.

The adventurer pulled his hat off his head and tapped at the bronze star. A portal promptly opened up for them. Illinois offered out his arm for Eric. “Shall we, or do you want to talk to the heroes first?”

Eric was nervous. Dark was — in his mind — a foreboding force of nature. And he knew from how Illinois spoke of him and he meant a lot to him.

Reluctantly, Eric took his arm and clung to it. He hid behind Illinois as they looked at the portal.

“I won’t let him hurt you,” Illinois promised.

Clinging onto Illinois he nodded and they walked through the portal.

Dark was sitting on his desk, flipping through a magical tome with a look of frustrated concentration on his face, a stack of old looking books in front of him. “Illinois, do you remember which of these blasted books you got from Bagdad? The alchemy one with the concealer charm?”

“It’s the one with the eclipse diagram in it, because I know you can’t read Arabic,” Illinois commented.

“Right, right,” Dark tugged a book out of the stack and stood up. “It was the one with the Turkish Constantinopolitan dancers that Wil said—”

At that moment Dark realized that someone other than him and Illinois were not alone, Eric ducked behind Illinois in fear and Dark just stood on him.

Thankfully Illinois spoke up first before Dark could get over his shock of having a complete stranger in his personal home office.

“아빠,” Illinois said in pure excitement. “아빠 I have the best news. I want you to meet Eric.”

Dark seemed to recover quickly and tried to look around Illinois. “Eric?”

Eric glanced up and just about screamed in fear when his eyes met Dark’s.

“Oh, Derekson,” Dark recognized.

“You’ve met?” Illinois smiled.

“Twice, very briefly,” Dark answered firmly, “everytime else he was in that ridiculous outfit.”

“Oh yeah, he’s adorable in that,” Illinois commented.

Dark rolled his eyes, “Right, you had to inherit something from Wil.”

Eric braced to get hit or thrown out of Dark’s office so that they could “talk” about who Illinois chose to spend his time with.

The ringing from Dark’s aura was gone and when Eric bravely glanced up Dark’s wasn’t there . . . Damien was there instead.

“Hello,” “Damien” gave a small smile, Eric was a lot more willing to look at Dark. “Eric, right?”

“See, he’s not going to hurt you,” Illinois told him. “Show him, dulcito, we have great news 아빠.”

Eric still hid his face in Illinois’s shoulder but let himself be moved out enough for Dark to see his hand.

Dark caught the ring instantly, and his form flickered between, his red and blue forms.

“He said yes, we’re gonna get married,” Illinois smiled. “Isn’t this amazing?”

“I,” Dark felt a weight form in his throat. “I wasn’t aware your relationship was this advanced.”

“We met when I was in Brazil,” Illinois explained and he started going off about how brave and kind and wonderful he was and how the trip went. He very noticeably omitted Roman and Marvin’s presence and involvement in the strip entirely.

“How,” Dark began, but in his head his red soul thought: “you’re going too fast!” but he only said, “wonderful.”

His ring finger burned with the long-thought dead memory of his red soul’s own wedding ring. “You just met him, you barely know him!”

“You’re just,” Thoughts of a wedding that led to a marriage that ended in complete and utter disaster burned in Dark’s mind. A look of complete calm came over Dark as he took his blue soul’s form again. “I do wish you’d told me sooner, weddings don’t just happen in a day.”

“We can take as much time as we need,” Illinois dismissed.

“I can draft up the better housing areas in the city,” Dark quickly offered. “Or would you heather take the lake house?”

“We can talk about renovating the lake house some other time,” Illinois told Dark, feeling Eric grip his hand tighter a little. “Not getting married next week.”

“Of course,” Dark nodded.

“I gotta take Eric back home,” Illinois told him. “We’ll talk about the lake house when I get back.”

Dark nodded, opening up a void portal that was right in front of the hero’s base. As soon as it was closed and Dark was alone he let out a scream that he felt really encapsulated his raging storm of emotions. Only one he was calm and his screaming was done did he grab the time he’d been looking for and began heading towards Bim’s bedroom. He had to be quick before Bim’s aura got any stronger and started fighting him.

At the base the heroes were very hesitant with Illinois. He wasn’t allowed inside, obviously but King had gathered all the heroes currently in the base for “a surprise” and once the ring came out the reactions were mixed, but mostly positive.

Roman looked at the ring and then he screamed at the top of his lungs in joy, jumping up and down, shaking Virgil harshly in his excitement. “He’s getting married! Ahhhhhhh! I’m gonna die!”

“Princey, Princey,” Virgil tried to pull him off but Roman jumped away and rushed towards Eric, Illinois protectively and instinctively stepping in front of Eric to protect him.

“Please let me plan it, I promise it will be amazingly perfect, it’s my dream, please, please, please” Roman rambled.

“You can talk to the Old Man about that,” Illinois told him. “We’ve got time to plan this whole thing. Make it as fancy or simple as we want.”

Roman looked especially put out about that but his bruised ego and Illinois reluctantly left, kissing Eric only the lips before gently touching his lips to the knuckle that bore Eric’s new ring and waved his fingers as a ring appeared on his own hand, promising, “I’ll return for you soon, my sweet. Dream of me.”

Eric blushed and watched Illinois leave through a portal.

Everything was calm for a couple seconds as Eric stared at the space his new fiancé had just been in.

Then Ethan spoke up, questioning, “Didn’t you meet him like a year ago or something?”

“Hush, it’s true love,” Roman told him, waving in his direction.

“Congratulations my boy,” Wilford clapped his hand to Illinois’s shoulder, hugging him to his chest.

“Thanks,” Illinois smiled.

“Bring the nice lad around, we’ll give him a tour of the old place,” Wil offered.

Bim stomped into the foyer where Wil and Illinois were, looking pissed. Dark was coming from the kitchen with a glass of what looked like wine in his hand. “Could you fuckers be any louder?”

“Here,” Dark offered Bim, his aura coming back from a portal he’d opened up just before entering the room. “This should help.”

“Thanks,” Bim snapped and downed it in one go. There was an odd aftertaste to it but he was too tired to register it as something he should be suspicious of.

“Good news Bimmy Boy,” Wilford smiled. “Old Illy here’s getting hitched.”

“What?” Bim demanded angrily.

“I’m getting married, you remember that hero I keep telling you not to eat?” Illinois clarified. “Him.”

“You’re getting married?” Bim looked conflicted. “You two living here or moving out.”

“Move out,” Illinois shrugged. “Stretch my wings out a bit. I won’t go far, Dark’s been talking about renovating the lake house for me. ‘Bout time we did something with the place really.”

“Wait you,” Bim started before collapsing on the ground in a sleep-induced unconsciousness.

“Oh good it works,” Dark commented.

“What was that?” Illinois asked, pointed at Bim as Dark picked him up with his aura.

“A potion for when Wil gets out of control,” Dark lied, his aura stroking Bim hair lovingly and gently removing his glasses. “It dilutes wonderfully in alcohol. Get some rest, Illinois, we have a lot to discuss tomorrow.”

“Can I have some of that, it looks fun?” Wilford smiled.

“Of course, give me a bit to put Bim to bed,” Dark smiled at him.

Illinois watched Dark disappear into a portal but did eventually go to bed, texting Eric as he did so.

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Markiplier #Thomas Sanders #Illinois the Adventurer #ahwm Illinois #Eric Derekson #King of the Squirrels #Darkiplier #Bim Trimmer #Roman Sanders #Wilford Warfstache #Ericilly #pure fluff #fluff #slight hint of angst

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no-fate-but-what-we-make · 5 years ago

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Can you just do one that’s like a Valentine’s Day smut with cags please

*It’s still Feb 13 here but I don’t give a fuck I’m posting this anyway*

Word Count: 725Tags: @chilly-me-softly ; @savingprivatecass

You had spent the whole day getting ready, your Brazilian wax appointment followed by a massage and a mani-pedi at your favourite spa. On your way back to the flat you shared with Çağlar, you stopped at your favourite custom-made lingerie store to pick up the set you had specifically ordered for tonight.

You arrived back shortly before Çağlar, making sure to put the lingerie on underneath your deep red dress.

Çağlar got back from training, taking you in his arms and kissing you in greeting. “I missed you,” he murmured, his forehead against yours.

“I missed you, too,” you sighed, running your fingers through his hair.

“Let me go get ready,” he said, kissing you one more time. “Happy Valentine’s Day, [Y/N].”

Çağlar had booked a reservation at the most exclusive restaurant in Leicester, and you were awestruck when you walked in. The twinkle lights helped set the mood, and everywhere you looked, something else caught your eye. Çağlar put his hand on the small of your back as you followed the waitress to your table. He ordered a bottle of your favourite wine, ignoring your protests that it was too expensive.

“This dinner is my gift to you,” he said. “I know you did not want flowers because they will die, and you did not want a generic box of chocolates, so let me treat you, okay?”

You looked away, not wanting him to see your happy tears welling up. “Okay.”

~~~

Dinner was amazing, the three-course meal leaving you both full. You walked hand-in-hand down Leicester Square, taking your time getting home.

When you did get home, Çağlar had you pressed up against the door the second you were inside.

“You look so beautiful,” he murmured in between kisses, his hands going to the zipper on the back of your dress.

You shivered as the cool air hit your back, the dress falling to the floor in a puddle. He let out a groan, his gaze raking over you. “Fuck,” he cursed, licking his lips.

You grabbed him by the tie, stepping out of the dress as you led him to the bedroom in nothing but your lingerie set and your heels.

You took your time undressing him, taking care to run your hands over the hard planes of his chest and shoulders. You kissed the tattoo that spanned his pecs, enjoying the moans he made as you ran your tongue over one of his nipples. You ran your fingers down his abs, loving the way his muscles bunched underneath your touch.

The heat in his gaze was unmistakable as he watched you undo his belt. You knelt down, taking his length in your mouth, eyes still glued to his. You hummed around his cock, enjoying his moans.

He pulled you up before he came, falling onto the bed with you on top of him. He unhooked your new bra, running his calloused thumbs over your nipples before taking them in his mouth. You whimpered, tangling your fingers in his hair. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his head dipping lowers as he kissed your belly button, his tongue dipping into the sensitive divot that had you bucking your hips.

“So wet for me, too,” he commented, pushing your panties to the side as he slipped a finger inside of you. “Take your panties off for me, but keep the heels on,” he ordered. “I want you to ride me wearing nothing but those heels.”

You took your time taking your panties off, running your hands down your body, squeezing your breasts and moaning, knowing Çağlar liked watching you tease yourself. When you finally slid your panties off, you couldn’t help playing with your clit, bringing your finger back up to your mouth to taste yourself.

Çağlar grabbed your wrist, muttering obscenities in Turkish. You sank down on his cock, enjoying how full he felt inside of you. “Scream for me,” he whispered, his fingers finding your clit and bringing you right to the edge.

You came, his name on your lips. He followed moments later, the feel of your walls clenching around his dick sending him over the edge.

The two of you cuddled afterward, you slipping off your heels before crawling underneath the covers with him.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” he said, kissing you long and slow.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Çağlar.”

#my writing: caglar soyuncu

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moonfox281 · 6 years ago

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I wish you wrote a fic: More about the relationship between Dick and the red hood gang!!!!

“I’m hungry.”

All the room turned back to Dick when he spoke. He was currently sprawled out on the couch, still in his Nightwing suit, freshly back from patrol, half dozing off in extreme boredom while watching Jason’s laughing around with his men adding in then and there, waiting to just go home together like he had promised nearly an hour ago.

Jason looked at him, looked at his men, then clicked his tongue.

“Okay, do you want anything?”

I want to go home. Dick wanted to say, but was half distracted by the sight of Hank opening the fridge from behind his back, and slamming it shut right back like the sight had frightened him. When Dick said nothing, Jason’s men looked around nervously.

Dick rolled his eyes. Like he didn’t already know their fridge always had nothing but beer and cool drugs in it.

“I can call something for you… if you want.” Jack, the former errant boy, hesitantly asked with his fingers twisted in the hem of his shirt and eyes on the floor, cheek pasted a warming shade.

Bob, grumpy sarcastic Viking vibe Bob, who had a man bun and a bazooka on his back five days out of seven, stood right up from the nearby wall he was leaning on. “I know a place - I mean, if you’re hungry… I can take you there!”

“There’s an India place near here, probably still open. Food ain’t bad and it won’t take long.” Hank flopped down the couch next to Dick, putting on his jacket with a poker face in Dick’s surprise, like he was only waiting for Dick’s order to go out and get it.

Dick watched Jason huff and turn back to whatever he was saying with Trevor, frowning because this wasn’t the kind of reaction he had wanted.

“I’m sleepy too.” Dick stated. And again, most of the room stared at him except his husband, who was busy chuckling over his own stupid joke.

Dick felt a sudden urge to punch him in the face. With the ring on, it’d print a mark on for over a week.

He was this close from actually coming over and dragging Jason home by the ear when Jefferson, who came out of nowhere, popped up on the back of the couch, leaning down and spreading his palm to Dick.

“Here, take this.” was all he said when Dick cocked his head and looked at the pink strawberry lollipop in his hand.

“I’m not a kid.” He said, pouting.

He took the lollipop anyway.

“Oi.”

Jefferson looked up, watching Hank who stood like a mountain next to him. “Oi.” He replied, and rolled back under the chassis he was working on, didn’t expect Hank to pull the creeper right out so hard he almost knocked Jeff off.

“What the fuck man?” Jeff ripped Hank’s hand off the creeper and shot on his feet.

“Switch your shift with mine.”

“What swift?” Jeff barked.

“Tonight, no guns no drugs, which one do you think?”

Jeff clicked his mouth shut, stared at his teammate, didn’t think twice before lying back on the creeper. “No.”

“I’ll treat you this Sunday.”

“No.”

Hank pulled the creeper out under the car again, and this time, Jeff went out of patience and jumped up to fist Hank’s collar in white knuckles hands.

“Don’t fuck with me.” He grunted. “You had your turn last night, be a good boy and supervise the shipment.”

Hank bit on his lips, hands on Jeff’s grip on his collar but didn’t pull his hands away. Everything about this fierce looking man could set off anyone’s nerve, but right now, he just looked like a kicked puppy.

“Please?” was what he said. Jeff almost thought he had heard it wrong.

Hank, who shaved with his dagger and once shoved a fist down a goon’s throat, was actually heartfully begging.

Jeff should have recorded this.

“You have something for Blue, don’t you?”

Hank only grinned back, shrugging in defense. “Homemade Turkish Delight. You know Blue has a thing for sweet squishy things.”

Hell, who didn’t know that. Since Boss sent Hank go undercover at Blue’s favorite coffee shop, the man had formed a liking in doing cutesy things that would set the team’s asses down the ground laughing, like baking, latte art, or wearing a pink apron. Hank, at 6 feet 3, 215lbs of ripped muscles from prison brawling and carrying Russian rifles, in the pink apron uniform.

The image alone made Jeff wanted to spat at his face laughing.

“Fine. But if Blue doesn’t like the candies, I’ll fucking kick your ass.”

Jason regretted telling his men about Dick’s cute little love over elephants, because this morning, when coming down to check on the mail, another package arrived with an ugly handwriting note on top. “For Blue.” It said, and Jason didn’t think twice before ripping off the box to pull out the third blue elephant plushy he had received in the week. Suzy peaked at him through the door, the landlord not quite landlord of this building, an old assassin lady who found joy in nagging at Jason for simply breathing.

When he saw Dick’s blinding smile when seeing the elephant, the third elephant in the week, his eyes twitched. Not that he didn’t buy enough present for Dick, not that he didn’t understand why Dick learned to love elephant so much, and not that he was jealous of Dick being happy over his men’s stupid affection over him. None of that at.all!

“This one is so soft.” Dick murmured while snatching the plushy out of Jason’s hands and hugging it close to his face, huge eyes blinking at Jason.

“You’re so childish.”

Dick only shrugged. “I like it. I think it’s cute.”

Jason’s eye did not twitch again, at all.

“This one is so soft. Oh my god, I’m taking it to bed tonight.”

“What?” Jason didn’t squeal, he howled, manly howled.

Dick looked taken aback, like he was offensive of Jason’s disapproval. “What? It’s nice.”

“No, I don’t give a damn. That thing is not coming to our bed.”

“Why are you so against it?”

Jason bit on his tongue, chewed on his cheek, then sputtered. “You ‒ You have me, why the hell do you need that?”

Dick grinned. Asshole, he was definitely playing Jason. He turned, kissing the plushy when Jason turned red.

“You can be a furnace sometime.”

“I thought you like me warm!”

“But you’re not as soft as this.” Dick squeezed the plushy again, flopping down the couch where two other elephant toys sat, all gifts from the gang. Those bastards, what in the actual fuck did they think they were doing?

Jason looked down his hand, which was still crunching the paper information on the package, the sender was Trevor, his own fucking right-hand man, with a “I saw this near my place” note down below.

Fat fucking lie, like Jason didn’t know where the man lived already. These puppy feelings were nothing close to harmful, but it got in Jason’s nerve when Dick acted oblivious and turned a blind eye to everything.

Jason wasn’t possessive. He was not. He just… didn’t like sharing, to anyone, at all.

“Who gave me this one? I should send him a thank you no‒ Wah!” Dick yelped, struggled, gripping on Jason’s shirt when he swept him off his feet, carrying in princess style.

The elephant was squeezed between Dick’s chest and knees, he held tight on it while fisting Jason’s shirt like a little child, eyes opened wide when Jason walked to the bedroom without a moment of hesitation. To Jason’s annoyance, Dick didn’t let go of the elephant to cling on him better.

He dropped Dick downed the bed, watched his body pounce and sink into the mattress. With the plushy still squeezed tight to his chest, Dick blinked at him in confusion.

“What are you doing?” He whispered, then clicked his mouth shut when Jason tore off his shirt, threw it to the corner, and loomed over Dick with naked muscles and a challenging smirk.

“Imma show you how not soft I can be.”

Like a wet kitten, Dick paled and shrunk small under Jason’s toothy grin.

“Let’s see if you can walk to thank anyone tomorrow.”

#jaydick #mob boss au #mob wife au #My writing

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isyancialtan · 6 years ago

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(follows this - part of this series)

If Sarp hadn’t had his phone screen-side-up in his open locker, he wouldn’t have known it was ringing.

“Anne?” He had to shout over blaring hip-hop and the coaches’ yelling, gloved fists hitting bags and the crash of weights and the roar of an industrial fan doing too little to cool the humid air. Even covering his other ear to concentrate the sound, he couldn’t hear Nilüfer’s voice. “Just a minute, I’ll go outside.”

Bracing the phone to his ear, he tucked the last of his stuff—gloves, still-damp towel, water bottle, lock—in his bag and slung it over his shoulder, clapping Enrique’s back as he passed and giving Mark a nod. His first week in New York, he’d been assured that a kickboxing studio not far from his Airbnb in Sugar Hill offered open gym times and a range of training programs…but when he’d showed up on a weekday afternoon, it’d been full of middle-aged women doing something that looked more like dancing than boxing, and most had seemed more interested in flirting than fighting. “Soccer moms,” Enrique had called them, laughing, when Sarp told him about it.

Anyway, he was glad he’d found Church Street, and a couple of guys to be friends with, even if the gym’s location in Tribeca meant he had to go right before or right after work to avoid backtracking the half-hour subway ride. But Nilüfer took precedence over hanging around to talk, and he jogged up the stairs, coming out at street level to a sun-drenched blue sky and the bustle of morning traffic.

“Anne?” he asked again, sitting down on the steps. “You there?”

“Where were you, a club?”

Sarp laughed. “It’s morning here, Mum. I was at the gym.”

“Oh,” she said. “Do you want to call back?”

“No,” he said quickly, “I was done. It’s fine.” In Istanbul, maybe, if he’d been in the middle of a workout he might have let her go to voicemail. But here, across the ocean from home, he would have stopped a match just to talk to her. “How was work?”

“It was fine.” No surgeries that had reminded her of something bad that could happen to him, then. “How’s your day?”

“It’s okay.”

As Enrique came out the door, back in his suit for a Friday on Wall Street, Sarp smiled a goodbye, then it turned to a laugh when Nilüfer urged, “I want more pictures! Send me one of your gym.”

“It’s just a gym,” he said, “nothing different. Anyway, you can see for yourself when you visit.”

“You know I don’t like seeing you fight.”

“I’m not fighting! I’m talking about you. We’ll start promoting you now, and when you get here you’ll be all set to step in the ring. I’m sure they’ve got gloves that’ll fit you.”

Nilüfer laughed. “And what about Hana? Did you have a good time last night?”

He paused, then, the echo of When are you leaving? and I need to think about it and I’m sorry I ruined your first time at a diner and finally her sudden, silent exit all rushing into his mind—as if they hadn’t replayed in endless loops the night before, as if he hadn’t taken it out on the bag this morning. And he said, finally, “…I don’t know.”

“Oğlum,” she said, and he could picture her face right then, her head tilted, brow furrowed, sympathy in her eyes. It’d hurt less, he thought, if he didn’t know exactly what he was missing. “What happened?”

He heard the door creak open behind him, and his gaze fell from the street ahead to the dirty steps he was sitting on—he didn’t want to invite anyone else into this conversation. If he couldn’t have Nilüfer there, he could at least give her all his attention. “I don’t know,” he said quietly. “I mean, nothing bad, just—we talked about when I leave.”

“And?”

“I don’t know, anne. I don’t know when I’ll be back here, and—”

Whoever’d come outside hadn’t passed him yet, but all of a sudden there were neon orange sneakers in his line of sight; a scrap of paper held out to him. He looked up. “Call me,” mouthed the girl, miming a phone to her ear. With a wink and a grin she was gone, jogging down the sidewalk, and he opened the paper—it was a phone number and the name “Cassie” next to a heart.

“Sarp?” said Nilüfer.

“Yeah.” He folded the paper back up. “…I think she doesn’t want to get hurt.”

He could practically see his mother frowning. “Hurt? You won’t hurt her.”

That was an awful lot of faith in him—faith he couldn’t risk betraying. “Yeah, but—” He sighed. “—Don’t get all excited, but—it was kind of a little more than friends.”

To Nilüfer’s great credit, Sarp thought, she didn’t gasp, or cheer, or tease, or do anything other than pause for a moment. Finally she asked, “What did you tell her?”

“That we could still be friends, even if she doesn’t want anything more.”

“And what did she say?”

“That she’d think about it.”

She was quiet again, and then she just asked, “Are you okay?”

It was so different from what he’d expected—he’d expected her to tell him that Hana would change her mind, or how to fix it, or even that he’d find someone else. He was ready to deal with any of that. But this, her gentle, familiar voice and the whisper of Turkish amid all the strangers speaking everything but, combined with a question he’d tried to avoid thinking about, made him more homesick than the whole month he’d been away, and his silence was answer enough.

“Oh, balım,” she said, “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, shoved his hair back, looked at the pigeon pecking at crumbs from the sandwich shop next door instead of imagining his mother’s face. “Don’t be sorry. It’s okay.”

“Listen,” she said. “Maybe you’re leaving New York in two months. And you’ll leave London after that. But then sometime you’ll go to New York again, and the world is smaller than it seemed before you started travelling like this—it’s easy to stay in touch.” Her voice softened. “If it wasn’t, I’d miss you too much.”

“Damn it,” he mumbled, rubbing at his face.

“You okay?” It was Mark, his gloves dangling from the backpack slung over one shoulder.

Sarp gave him a half-smile. “Yeah.”

Mark nodded, gripping Sarp’s shoulder before striding off toward the subway, and Nilüfer said, “Canım, listen. You’ll make it work if it’s meant to be—friends or more.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“And if not—you had good times, met the ablalar. And you’ll have good times again.”

He nodded. “You’ll have to meet them,” he said, coughing to clear the choked feeling in his throat. “They want to see you.”

“I’ll meet everyone.”

And maybe, he hoped, that’d include Hana. “I can’t wait ‘til you get here,” he told her, “you’ll love it.” Because, for all its quirks, New York was nothing like anywhere he’d ever been. Pictures couldn’t do it justice—she needed to see it in person. But then he added, more softly, “…I miss you.”

“I miss you too, bir tanem.” Then a smile warmed her voice again, and she said, “Send me pictures from work, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, finally laughing, and got to his feet. “Chocolate looks the same here, you know.”

“Then put something else in the picture. Your students, or the kitchen.”

“Okay.” Even as he rolled his eyes, the grin didn’t leave his face, and he knew he’d end up finding something to send to her. “What are you making for dinner?”

“Manti. I told Taso I’d give him some.”

“He’s going to get spoiled.” Really, Sarp was glad he was checking up on her.

“No, I’m glad. I’m not used to cooking with you gone; I always make too much.”

“Well, I’ll cook when you get here, all right? Whatever you want. And you won’t have to share with anybody.”

“I’m happy to share with you. Or Taso!” Sarp heard the timer ding in the background—wasn’t it crazy, hearing the timer in their kitchen in Istanbul when he was here in New York?—and Nilüfer said, “That’s the first batch. It takes longer to make by myself.”

“Make Taso help next time,” he retorted, and then, “Send me pictures.”

She laughed. “I will.”

He was almost to work, the ICC’s orange awnings in view, and he said, “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Whenever you need to.” Sarp heard the clatter of a baking sheet on the oven rack and then the creak of the oven door. “I love you, oğlum.”

“Love you too.”

He tucked his phone in his pocket, realizing as he went through the door that he was still holding Cassie’s number. And for a moment, he almost put that in his pocket, too—just in case Hana didn’t call.

But Nilüfer’d said they could be friends, still, and Sarp hoped she was right, and even if she wasn’t, he didn’t want to move on just yet. Hana was worth more than that—she meant more than that.

So, as he entered his kitchen, he dropped the paper into the trash, then reached for an apron, turning on the double boiler and starting to pull out ingredients. Then, as nine o’ clock neared and his students arrived—Luli, the elderly woman who walked over from Chinatown; Remy, who’d promised to teach Sarp to make Cajun food despite having to wade through each other’s accents; Beth, fresh out of high school and determined to own a bakery no matter how many burned fingers or tipped bowls it took; a half-dozen others—he rounded them up for a picture. “My mum wants to see you,” he told them.

Reaching for his phone, Luli insisted, “She wants to see you with them,” with all the experience of being a mother, grandmother, and, she’d just announced last class, a great-grandmother.

“But it’s not our whole class without you.”

That was how Sarp ended up teaching a seventy-six-year-old woman to take a group selfie, their laughter as they crowded to fit within her reach captured on the screen (and in a video, and in a burst). Later, as their raspberry squares were cooling, he sent it to Nilüfer. This is my chocolate class, he wrote, you’ll love them all.

She responded with a photo of Taso holding a big bowl of manti. I’m sure I will, she said. It’s good to see you looking happy.

That morning, “happy” had seemed like a stretch. But now, surrounded by laughter and learning and chocolate, it seemed within reach again. Maybe Hana hadn’t contacted him yet—maybe she never would. And that would hurt—but he had Enrique and Mark at the gym, and his class here, and most importantly Taso and Nilüfer.

Don’t worry about me, he told her. Things are fine.

Maybe not everything—but most things.

And as Luli wrangled the class into another picture (“with the chocolate this time!”, she was saying), Sarp was willing to let that be enough.

#Sarp and Hana Stories #OTP: Sarp Bey and Hana Hanim #Sarp and Nilufer

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itsalliepg · 7 years ago

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Early Days – The Junior Fanfic - ChoicesCreates68

SUMMARY: Scarlett (MC) remembers her childhood and teenage days while arranges the room in her new apartment.

PAIRING: There’s no pairing directly, but Scarlett (MC) is dating Zig.

RATING: Everyone

WORDS: 1.523

NOTE: Hey! Here’s my entry for ChoicesCreates68, Memories! I have a habit of saving pictures that I find pretty before I can think of a fanfic, and I saved these below thinking about writing about my favorite MC’s childhood one day, and I found the perfect opportunity here! I’m also writing a new series in which Scarlett introduce Zig to her parents and we can say it’s a preview of it LOL I did her with Italian and Turkish ancestry, and that’s why her dad has a special nickname for her :)

English isn’t my native language. I write to practice and learn, so please sorry any mistakes. I hope you like it, and if you do, I’d appreciate if you like/comment/reblog!

Tagging @clonedhayden @alanakusumastan @seawhite-seafair @maxwells-nut @chenchen731 (I’m not using my tag list because it doesn’t have a pairing, I just tagged people who asked me/I know would like to see it)

Scarlett couldn’t be happier. She was about to begin an important moment in her life: moving in together with Zig. She has never lived with a boyfriend before, and it was scaring and exciting at the same moment. She and Zig loved each other and they both were eager to start a life together. But her thoughts about the future were cut short when she took a doorframe from the box while she set up her desk in the bedroom. It was Scarlett with three years old and her parents, the photo was taken by a person who was also in the playground Scarlett used to go when she was little. And the day of this picture was her earliest memory of her childhood. Smiling and holding the picture, she sat on the bed and could hear her dad’s voice in her mind…

_Scarlett! Look at daddy, bebek! – she was rushing to the swing, but stopped and looked at her dad, smiling while he took a picture of her – very nice, sweetie! – he giggled.

_Take a picture of me on the swing, daddy! – Scarlett asked while her mom sat her on the swing.

_She’s gonna be a model, Louis, she loves to take pictures!

_I don’t know why she couldn’t, Therese. She’s beautiful and charismatic! – Louis answered while he took a picture of his daughter on the swing like she asked.

_I’d like to be a model, mommy.

_Oh, yeah? – Therese smiled while pushed Scarlett lightly on the swing – and what do you think models do?

_They took pictures all day and travel the world.

_Really? – Louis and Therese looked at each other, grinning, as they always did when Scarlett said or did something unexpected – and how do you know it?

_Kelsey’s sister told her. She also wants to be a model. And I’d like to travel all over the world. And I know I can be a good model because I’m used to daddy taking pictures of me all the time – her parents laughed.

_Therese, she’s beautiful, charismatic and intelligent. She can be whatever she wants.

_You’re right – Therese held Scarlett to kiss her cheek, then let her go again, pushing her higher in the swing – she can be a model, or go to college, she can choose what she wants.

_What’s college, mommy?

_It’s a place where you can go when you’re grown up, eighteen years old. You’ll study and choose which profession you wish to have.

_And, depending on what you choose, you can also travel the world.

_Really, daddy? – Scarlett beamed.

_Really, bebek – Louis smiled when he saw her legs swaying in excitement.

_This’s cool! – she exclaimed, making her parents laugh – when I grow up, I can really be whatever I want!

_Of course you can, darling! – Therese stopped the swing and took Scarlett in her arms – and no matter what you choose, mommy and daddy love you and would be happy for you, Scar – she and Louis kissed Scarlett’s cheeks at the same time.

_This is a moment to call a photo! – Louis noticed a man with a boy the same age as Scarlett – excuse me, can you take a picture of us? – the man nodded and Louis handed the camera to him. After the picture, Therese put Scarlett on the floor and the little girl walked to the boy.

_Hi – she said, smiling – my name’s Scarlett.

_Hi – the boy said shyly, looking at his dad.

_There’s a friend to play with you, Michael – he grinned – why don’t you show her your toys?

_Okay – Michael opened his bag – I brought some buckets and shovels to build a sand castle.

_Can I help you? I always do this when I go to the beach.

_Do you also like going to the beach? - Michael smiled, and Scarlett nodded – so you need to help me, let's make the biggest sandcastle in the world! – the kids sat on the sand and started to work on the castle. Therese leaned to Louis and whispered.

_She can pick any occupation, I just hope she continues to be kind as she always was – Louis smiled.

They didn’t know that Scarlett heard her mom and kept those words as a promise to honor the education she received from her parents. She was their only child and wanted them to be proud of her. She put the doorframe on the desk, and found another picture in the box. Thirteen years later, her friend Kelsey took a selfie with Scarlett and another friend, Emma. The girls had been friends since kindergarten and only split up now that Scarlett was attending Hartfeld, Kelsey in California and Emma in France. But they still kept in touch as promised on the day of the picture.

_Let me see the picture, Kel!

_Wait, Em! – Kelsey complained – I’m choosing a filter.

_Come on, Kelsey, with this sunset who needs a filter!

_Scarlett’s right, Kelsey!

_Okay, okay – she rolled her eyes and showed her phone to her friends.

_Oh, my God, the best photo we took! – Scarlett clapped her hands – I’ll make a picture frame with it and put in my room at theuniversity!

_Good idea, Scar! I’ll do the same!

_Can you guys imagine that? – Emma sighed – in one year we’ll be in university…we’ll be studying separately for the first time! It’s the end of an era…

_After thirteen years…I’ll miss you two so bad it hurts. Why don’t you apply California with me? We could live together!

_Only if they spoke French in California, Kel – Emma giggled – I always wanted to travel after high school.

_And the English programs in Hartfeld are great. I already researched.

_Too clever, Scar. You chose a language you don’t have to leave your country to study – the girls laughed at Kelsey’s joke.

_Tomorrow is our last first day at school. Next year will be our first day at university – Scarlett stared out at the setting sun and painting the lake water in orange. Her friends smiled in agreement – what do you expect next year?

_I really want to play soccer – Kelsey grinned – I’m going to apply for an athlete scholarship. I still don’t know about my major, but my dream is to be a professional player. Who knows, maybe I can be on the national team! – her blue eyes flashed.

_Well, I can see you there, Kelsey.

_Just don’t forget your childhood friends when you win your Olympic gold medal – the girls chuckled – and you, Em?

_Initially I want to improve my French. I started studying last year and I loved it! And of course, to know better a new country, a new culture. About my major… - Emma picked one of her curls and pulled, as she did when she was thinking – maybe biological sciences.

_What do you mean with maybe, Mrs. “I only got A+ in biology”? – they laughed again – but Scarlett got A+ in all subjects, she’s the type of person who graduates with four minors – Kelsey nudged Scarlett, smirking.

_Did you forget my grades in physics last year? – she widened her eyes – I’ll choose some major in humanities, about my minors I don’t know yet. But one thing I really want is enjoy every second of next year. This will be an important moment of my life, and I want to live it the best I can! Make new friends, live new experiences, and who knows, find the love of my life…

_Another pearl of our dearest adventurer – Emma joked.

_It sounds like a plot for a coming of age story, Scarlett. Have you ever thought about writing a book?

_It could certainly be one of your “new experiences” – Scarlett rolled her eyes at Emma.

_Okay, make fun with me, but I bet you’ll miss me wherever you are next year – the girls gathered in a group hug – let’s make a promise: we’ll keep in touch after school, and our friendship will never change.

_I’d like that. I love you guys – Emma tightened her arms around Kelsey and Scarlett.

_Me too, for both things – the girls giggled – now who’s up for a milk shake?

_Great idea, Kel! – Scarlett stood up and her friends followed her.

The girls kept the promise and their friendship after finishing high school. Looking at the pictures on the desk, Scarlett wondered how lucky she had been during her early days. She had a solid familiar background and great friends. She loved those people and kept them close to her forever.

_Scarlett! Can you help me here? – Zig’s voice from the living room interrupted her nostalgia and brought her back to the present. Scarlett remembered telling her parents about her decision to live with Zig. They were happy for her, and knew how much she loved her boyfriend. They also liked him and knew she was in good company. Kelsey and Emma joked about being Scarlett’s bridesmaids. It was too early to talk about it, but of course they’d be chosen, they were important to Scarlett. But they all had her back and supported her in this important step she took.

_I’m coming, Zig! – she left her past in the bedroom and went to meet her future.

#ChoicesCreates #choicescreates68 #fanfic #choices fanfic #the junior #tj #choices #playchoices

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ialwayscomewhenyoucall · 7 years ago

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Time Lord Technology and Hidden Depths

tentoo x rose

They stood together, holding hands, the air around them humming with anticipation and possibility. Rose had a messenger bag slung over her shoulder. The Doctor held a key.

“Here we are, Rose Tyler. Are you ready?”

She squeezed his hand. “Allons-y,” she said, unable to hold back her smile.

His laugh wrapped around her like a warm hug. “Allons-y!” he repeated, grinning. Then he reached out and put the key into the keyhole of their brand new TARDIS.

It had taken just less than a year and a half to grow from the “seed” the (other) Doctor had given them before going back to his universe. Today was their maiden voyage.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Rose said, “but why does it look like this? Isn’t it supposed to...blend? You said the other one looked like a police box because the chameleon circuit was broken.” Because their new TARDIS looked almost exactly like the old one. The blue was a bit brighter, maybe, and the door handles had a slightly different shape. Other than that…

The Doctor shrugged. “Maybe she knew what we wanted.”

Rose raised her eyebrows. “She?”

He winked.

Again she squeezed his hand, and then together--even though the sign still said pull--they pushed the door open and went inside.

It felt like home.

***

They could have explored for hours, of course, but they were too anxious to be off. The Doctor pulled Rose into a tight embrace and asked, “Where are we headed, then? Your choice. All of time and space are at our fingertips once again! The Doctor and Rose in the TARDIS, as it should be.” He spun her around, laughter spilling from both of them.

“I actually have something in mind,” Rose said, a twinkle in her eye. “Do you remember when we met Captain Jack, that time in London?”

“Oh yes. ‘I’m looking for a blond,’” he said, in a horrible imitation of his previous incarnation’s accent.

She pulled a face at the weird combination of old and new and pushed on. “Can we go around that same time period? London, war-torn, lots of kids on the streets? Only Christmas Eve, please.”

“Christmas Eve and street kids? What have you got up your sleeve?” he asked with a grin.

She grinned right back at him. “It’s in my bag, actually.”

***

Rose almost cried at the sight of the Doctor’s hands dancing across the controls, at the familiar grinding/whooshing sound of the TARDIS. The trip itself took less than a minute, and then there they were, opening the doors into another time.

A dusting of grey snow covered the silent street in front of them. There were no cars, just an abandoned, broken bicycle leaning against a lamppost and a tipped over rubbish bin. The snow, still falling, was unblemished.

“Does anyone live here?” asked Rose. “It’s spooky.” They hesitated to walk out the TARDIS door and onto the empty street, but they both felt the thrill of excitement when they stepped into the past.

The Doctor’s eyes darted from side to side, up and down, taking in their surroundings. “I don’t think it’s completely abandoned. I wonder if maybe there was a recent attack, and the people haven’t come out of hiding yet? They could be down in cellars and shelters.” He pointed to a sidewalk leading to a house three down from where they stood. “Look at that one. There are old footprints, under the most recent snow. And I hear planes. Far distant, but they are out there.”

Rose shook her head. She believed him, but she couldn’t hear anything but the soft sound of falling snow.

His head whipped around. “There!” he said, pointing toward a shadowy alley up the block. “I think if we go that way just might find those kids you’re looking for. Got your supplies?”

She patted her bag. She loved him for so many reasons, but in that moment she loved him for his utter faith in her. He didn’t ask questions, just trusted that she knew what she was doing. Unexpectedly tears welled up in her eyes; she hastily scrubbed them away and followed after her Doctor, careful not to slip in the newly fallen snow. The air was cold, so cold that her breath frosted in clouds around her head and the snow squeaked under her boots. The squeak of each step was loud in the quiet night.

She caught up to the Doctor and slipped her hand into his, finding comfort in the familiar warmth of his palm against hers. “This way,” he said, his voice soft as the snow. They stepped into the alley.

Rose knew immediately that they were being watched. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and all her senses were on high alert. She didn’t feel threatened though, not exactly. Just warned, like the the watchers were sending out a “We are here, be aware of us” message. The Doctor squeezed her hand. He felt it too, and again he was trusting her to lead.

Tucking these thoughts away to marvel over later, she said in a low, light voice, “It’s alright. We’re the good guys. English. We don’t want anything from you. I have something for you, actually.” She plunged her hands into her bag and brought out handfuls of Christmas sweets: candy canes and chocolate coins and gingerbread men and turkish delight. She also had oranges and bananas--the Doctor grinned at those--and small loaves of bread. The children, who had been crouched behind rubbish bins and stacks of boxes couldn’t stay hidden at these heaps of treasure. They peeked out from their hiding places, being careful to stay in the shadows, but they couldn’t hide the noise. There were gasps and moans of pure delight mixed with what was unmistakably hunger.

“It’s really alright. Happy Christmas,” said Rose, pushing her hands a little closer to the children in the shadows, trying to draw them out. “I’m Rose. And this is the Doctor. We just brought some Christmas treats, that’s all. Didn’t figure anyone else would.”

Slowly, slowly, a small dark haired boy, no more than six years old, stepped out from behind a mouldy box. “I’ve never tasted a candy cane before,” he said, his eyes fixed on the red and white striped candies. “I’ve seen them in shops, but never…” His voice trailed off as he stepped closer and closer, and finally reached out his hand to Rose. His bright green eyes looked into hers and said, “It’s really okay, mum?”

Rose couldn’t speak; she knew if she did the tears in her eyes would start to fall and she’d lose all control. So she just smiled and nodded and put a candy cane in the boy’s small, dirty hand. He unwrapped it with great care; then, when he couldn’t wait any longer, took a taste.

His eyes widened. “This is the best thing I ever tasted. Ever. Sally! Come taste this!” A girl with soft brown hair, perhaps his sister, clambered down from the pile of wooden crates she’d been perched on. While Sally looked at the sweets the boy said, “All of you, come on! This is good!”

Before Rose knew what had happened, she was surrounded by children; it was difficult to count because they didn’t stay still, but she guessed there were twelve or fifteen, none of them older than ten. Amazingly they didn’t grab, they waited their turn to choose from the pile of sweets. They must have been able to see that there was plenty to go around. Every time something started to run low--the candy canes were a definite favorite, followed by the oranges and the bread--Rose would reach into her bag and pull out more. Eventually the Doctor noticed. He left the little girl he’d been chatting with, and his eyebrows were puzzled when he sidled up to Rose.

“That bag,” he said, speaking right into her ear so none of the children could hear. “Where did you get it?”

She grinned up at him and winked. “The TARDIS made it for me. The old one, I mean. I asked and it--I mean, she--made it for me. Time Lord technology. Bigger on the inside. It got left on board when we were--” She faltered; it still hurt to think about how she had been trapped in Pete’s World the first time. Being separated from the Doctor had been like having half of herself amputated without anesthetic. “But when I was back on board I snatched it up again, made sure it got out the door with me. Bloody useful, this bag.”

“Why Rose Tyler,” said the Doctor, wonderment in his eyes and a smile curving his lips, “full of hidden depths, you are.” He kissed her fully, to the immediate disgust of the boys in the group. Some of the girls, too.

When all the food was passed out--the children were amazed to find that there was much more than they could possibly eat, including quite a lot of fruit--Rose exclaimed, “Oh! I nearly forgot!” She reached into her bag, her arm disappearing up to the shoulder, and rooted around for a moment before she cried out, “I’ve got it!” She pulled out a blanket. And then another, and another. The blankets were followed by wool sweaters, and socks, and scarves, and hats, and mittens. The children’s eyes grew wider and wider. They almost certainly thought they were dreaming, but what would they think when they woke up snug and warm and full the next morning? Rose would become a legend. The Doctor grinned. Quite right, he thought.

A moment later a siren echoed in the street. “What’s that?” asked Rose, clearly startled.

The children looked at her as if she was from another planet. You’re almost right, thought the Doctor, amused. A blond girl said, “It’s the all-clear siren, mum. The bombers are gone. People can go outside again.”

“That’s our cue to go then,” said the Doctor, putting his arm around Rose. The children clambered around them, jostling to get in close, to hug Rose, to whisper their thanks. She hugged every one of them, and ruffled their hair or stroked their cheeks. All too soon they were gone, the children deeper into the alley and Rose and the Doctor back onto the street they’d come from, holding hands again, walking to their TARDIS. The street was still empty but a few lights had come on in the once dark houses. The town was coming back to life.

“I know I can’t fix everything,” Rose said as they walked the last few steps on the dark, snowy street. “I just wanted to bring a little joy to some kids on Christmas.”

The Doctor pulled her through the blue doors, into the warmth of the TARDIS, the warmth of home. “You were brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.” He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her softly, first her cheeks, then her forehead, then her lips.

When they could breathe again, the Doctor said, “So, back home now?”

Rose, her arms still wrapped around him, buried her face in his neck. “I’m already home.”

After a beat to fix the moment in his memory he busied himself with the control panel. When the TARDIS flew into the time vortex he shouted, “Well then, allons-y!”

for @doctorroseprompts 31 Days of Ficmas || Day 5: Candy Canes

my ficmas masterpost

#lirael writes #doctorroseprompts #31 days of ficmas #tentoo x rose #tentoo #rose tyler #this was so hard to write #i re-wrote it about five times #and it's still not exactly what i envisioned #sigh #but i'm almost happy with it now #anyway #i'm going to queue it up and go to bed now #dw #dw drabble #doctor who drabble

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because-cur-non · 7 years ago

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"Lets open some windows, okay?"- the Schuyler Sisters

“This place hasn’t been properly cleaned in years. I don’t know how he wasn’t bothered by it.”

Eliza held the back of her hand over her nose and mouth as she opened the linen closet at the house upstate, flinching back and pressing her eyes closed at the smell of must and mildew. She lowered her hand to sort through the old sets of bedding folded and left unused, one on top of the other, the white on many of them aging into pale yellow. Behind her she heard Angelica set her tote down on the floor and half expected it to echo.

“I think we should just hire someone,” Angelica said. She walked across the living room opposite the hallway Eliza was standing in and ran her hand over the back of one of the chairs. “We need to get the carpet deep cleaned anyway. We might as well bring in a maid service.”

“No,” Eliza insisted. “Don’t.”

“Eliza.”

“Angie.”

“Jesus,” Peggy said, out of breath and leaning on the frame of the front door. “I forgot how steep that hill is.”

“How could you forget?” Angelica asked. “We used to live here.”

“I don’t know, it’s been a long time. And I only used to run down it, not up.”

“It has been a long time,” Eliza agreed, pulling the bedding out piece by piece into a mountain on the floor. “Peggy, do you remember if the washer still runs?”

“I think so. Are you going to wash all of that?”

“It’s musty.”

“It’s old,” Angelica said, walking into the hall and looking over the pile. “Eliza, what are you planning on doing with this? You’re not going to take it back into the city with you, are you?”

“Not all of it.”

“You don’t need any of it.”

“I know,” Eliza said defensively. “But most of it is still good. I’ll take some and we can donate the rest.”

Angelica gave her a skeptical look but held her tongue.

“I’ll check the washer and drier.” Peggy scraped dirt and leaves off her shoes on the mat outside and stepped in, intentionally not lingering as she crossed the threshold and not letting herself look around for signs of life. “Do you think they left detergent here?”

“Probably.” Angelica leaned against the wall, her arms folded. Eliza continued to empty the closet. “Dad was still doing his own laundry, wasn’t he?” She watched as Eliza reached up over her head to yank down the heavy winter quilts from the top shelf. “Eliza,” she said, “we can’t wash all of this in one load.”

“I know. I’m just getting it down so I can sort through it.”

Privately Angelica thought that it would all end up being run through the wash anyway. She sighed and took off her glasses, rubbing her eyes and then holding them closed as she pressed her fingers to her temples.

“It’s the damp.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s all musty.”

“Oh,” Angelica said. “Right.”

Eliza sniffed and rubbed her nose with the back of her hand, her eyes red.

Irritated, Angelica thought. “If we’re going to be cleaning this place then there’s going to be a lot of that.”

“I have something in my purse.” Eliza waved a hand aimlessly at the living room. Her bag sat down the hall, not where she indicated, and Angelica collected it and sorted through it.

“Is it in a bottle?”

“Ziplock. It saves space.”

“Right.” Angelica dug around, moving aside her sister’s wallet and phone, small pack of tissues, scheduler, granola bar… “How many do you want?” She slung the purse over her shoulder and opened the plastic bag.

“Just one.”

Angelica returned the bag to the purse and put the pill in Eliza’s outstretched hand. “Hold on, I’ll get you water for that.”

“Thank you.”

Carrying the purse with her, Angelica left her and walked through the living room to the kitchen. The fridge hummed quietly and she opened it automatically before closing it again. She put the bag down on the counter and opened the cabinet, staring blankly at the glasses and mugs in it for a second before selecting one and filling it with water from the sink. She brought it back to the hall. “Here.”

Eliza was crouched on the floor, her hands on one of the quilts as if caught in the middle of inspecting it for something. The way the light from the living room hit her, Angelica could see the strands of silver in her hair more clearly than usual.

“Thank you.” Eliza turned on the balls of her feet and took the glass. Angelica looked away while she drank.

Footsteps alerted them to Peggy’s return.

“I think it should work.” Peggy stepped into the hall and then stopped, looking down at Eliza. “Do you know what you want to put in first?”

Eliza put the empty glass down on the floor. “Yes.” She got up, lifting the quilt with her and handed it to Peggy. “This I think will be a full load on its own. We should check the bedrooms,” she said. “The rest of this place I think we can just give a quick clean as we go through everything. Alex said to make sure we get his documents from his study. We need to check the dates on them, he thought that some of them were old enough that we can just dispose of them, but some need to be kept…”

“I know,” Angelica said. She squeezed Eliza’s hand and pulled her carefully out of the way so that Peggy could more easily turn around with the quilt. “Do you want to do that first?”

Eliza shrugged. “It doesn’t matter, does it?” She squeezed her hand back and then let go.

“We’ll have to make several trips anyway,” Angelica said. “In order to get all of the furniture and everything out of here. Do you think your car is big enough to fit that large Turkish rug if its rolled up?”

“I think so. We can make it fit.”

“Good, because I want that one.”

Eliza laughed. “You’re just asserting your claim to it? What if I wanted it too?”

“Then things will get messy because I’m not backing down.” Angelica led the way through the house to the study. “Besides, you have kids. It’s not safe with you.”

“And it is with you?”

Angelica stopped in front of their father’s desk. She nudged his chair to the side and put her hands palm down on the wood surface, leaning her weight slowly on it.

Eliza stood a pace behind her.

“It’s much safer with me,” Angelica said, her words supporting themselves behind an obvious façade. “I’ll trade you something else for it.”

“You can take the desk,” Eliza said, her voice soft and quiet. “I’m sure Peggy wouldn’t mind if you did.”

Angelica let out a short breath, almost like a laugh. “I don’t need another desk.”

“It’s nicer than yours,” Peggy said, suddenly reappearing in the doorway. “I say you take it and toss your old one.” She took a step back and put her hand on the wall, still talking as she studied the pencil marks inching their way up the frame. “I don’t know if you need that chair, though, but someone should get those wooden ones with the needlepoint cushions.”

“What do you want, Peggy?” Eliza turned around to talk to her.

Peggy shrugged. “I dunno. I’ll take the tv. It’s newer than mine. And maybe the picture by the fireplace, unless someone else wants it.”

“You should take the one in the dining room, too.”

“Okay,” Peggy said, rubbing her hands over the front of her jeans. “Should I take them down?”

“Help me find his papers,” Eliza said. “I know he used to keep them organized by date and we should pull anything from the last few years he was in practice.”

“Right.” Peggy stepped into the room and knelt in front of the bookshelf. “Can I make a pile of things that are obviously ‘to go’?” She held up a book and a cheap mail organizer.

“Sure.”

Angelica breathed out slowly and turned around. “Put the books separate. We can donate most of those, but some of this will just need to get tossed.”

“Got it.”

“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” Eliza admitted as she opened and closed the drawers of one of the file cabinets. “I was so distracted when Alex was explaining it to me. I might be remembering completely wrong.”

“We’ll pull what you think we need and then we can double-check with him.”

Eliza nodded. “God,” she said abruptly, opening one of the drawers with a little more force than necessary. “This is stupid. I should know this. I know he said something about this a dozen times.”

“Eliza, it’s fine. I don’t remember either.”

“I don’t think I ever knew,” Peggy added. She put another book on the stack she was building. “Would a library even want all of these? Some of these are really dated. God,” she went on, intentionally keeping a little distance, “I’m half afraid I’m going to stumble across porn.”

Eliza snorted and laughed. “Peggy.”

“Seriously.”

“It wouldn’t be in here,” Angelica said, taking books off one of the higher shelves. “It’s the bedroom that we should worry about.”

“Angelica,” Eliza protested.

“No, she has a point.” Peggy reached up to help Angelica add the books to the pile. “Dad was always very good about keeping his private life and business separate.”

“I hate both of you.”

“So it begins,” Angelica mock sighed. “The falling out over the inheritance. What a shame. I’ll miss being invited over to Eliza’s for the holidays.”

“Oh, you’re both coming,” Eliza said, flipping through manila envelopes in the drawer. “You cannot abandon me for Thanksgiving this year. I’m going to go all out. Buy a pre-made dinner at the grocery store and more wine than I know what to do with.”

“That does sound good,” Peggy agreed. “You don’t happen to have any of that wine with you already, do you?”

“No. But,” Eliza said, closing the drawer with a burst of upbeat energy, “I bet the liquor cabinet is still stocked.” She grinned at the other two. “It’s our job to sort through everything.”

“I got the key,” Peggy said, jumping to her feet and snatching a wooden box off the shelf. She dug it out from underneath a pile of old business cards.

“So well hidden,” Angelica joked. “It took me about fifteen minutes to find it the first time.”

“I remember,” Eliza said. “We didn’t even want to drink anything, we just wanted to know where he kept it.”

“That was then,” Peggy said, leading the way out of the study. “This is now. Let’s see what they still had.”

“Scotch,” Eliza said. “I’m sure of it.”

“And whiskey.”

“You know what would be hilarious?” Peggy asked as they walked into the dining room. “If there was just, like, a note or something in there calling us out.”

“I’m allowed to have a drink,” Eliza declared. “I have children. I had to skip a dance recital in order to pick out a casket. If I want to get shit faced off my father’s alcohol no one is going to stop me.”

“Excuse you,” Angelica said. “I had to buy a last minute ticket from France. I’m technically supposed to be speaking in Marseille tomorrow. I’m going to stop you if it means that you’re not sharing.”

“Jeez,” Peggy said, crouching down in front of the free standing cabinet to unlock it. “I feel like I need to tell you both to keep it down before we get busted.” She got it open. “Okay, who had their money on scotch?”

Angelica took the bottle she passed her and opened it. “Smells good. What proof is this?”

“Do we need glasses?”

“Let’s just do this the classy way.” Angelica took a shot straight from the bottle and turned her head away, eyes tightly closed.

“No good?”

“Not as smooth as I thought it would be.”

Eliza laughed and took the bottle from her. “Let me see.” She took a drink.

Peggy sat on top of the cabinet. “Pass it.”

“You should take the dining table,” Angelica told Eliza. “Weren’t you looking for a bigger one anyway? It’s solid wood.”

“I don’t know how I’d get it back into the city and then into the apartment.”

“On the roof of your car, and then through the door. I think you could do it.”

“It is a nice table,” Eliza agreed, crossing her arms and looking it over. The sleeves of her cardigan caught and pulled up, exposing the watch on her wrist.

Angelica glanced at the time. “We should open the windows in here,” she said. “While the sun is still high.”

Peggy took another swig and put the bottle down. “Right.” She got up and crossed the room. “If neither of you want it, can I have that cabinet?” She unlocked and then struggled to raise the first window. “I don’t have any kids to lock out of my expensive liquor,” she cut herself off with a grunt as the heavy glass windowpane suddenly rose. “But I think I’d feel like a real adult with that in my place.”

Eliza toyed with the bottle but didn’t pick it up. “Sure.”

Angelica unlocked the next window and it slid up easily, letting in the sharp November air. “What are you going to keep in it?”

“I don’t know.” Peggy stepped back and shivered, wrapping her arms around herself and rubbing them. “Cheap liquor.”

Eliza came up next to her and put her arm around her.

Peggy leaned her head on her shoulder. “I wouldn’t want to do all of this by myself.”

Eliza wordlessly kissed the part in her hair.

Angelica opened the last window in the dining room. “Let’s get the living room aired out,” she said. “Then we can check the wash.”

#revolutionary fuckboys #au-within-an-au #probably not at all what the requestor had in mind sorry

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caitielou-askew · 7 years ago

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Whilst I’ve been hammering away at an all-nighter to get more work I’ve been putting off done, (sorry @literallymildlyfamous hgh work is just HHHGHGHH), I’ve gotten a bit nostalgic. So...did I ever tell you all about the time I was in a commercial?

So a few years ago I worked for this company, Bass Pro Shops. I did many of the graphics in this ad, as well as many of their other ads at the time. That was my job: MOTION GRAPHICS! Which is why I’m pretty familiar with video today. My first recording area was actually there at work.

The year before they let me go (still not sure why, as far as I can tell the graphics haven’t changed much...I think they were just making cuts) they asked people within the marketing department to submit their Christmas home movies to possibly be stuck in future commercials. And since my dad was a video nut back in the day, our family was perfect. The largest sampling of my family’s home movies made it into this ad here. This one was made for online viewing and never aired on TV (to my knowledge), but who knows maybe they’ll use other bits for future TV cuts. So here’s the rundown of where you can find me and me familia, by timecode in the video:

1:11 - Not the visuals here, but actually the sound. The guy who says “Woooo, look at that!” is my dad. Repeat that about 100x over and you have 90% of the audio of every Christmas I experienced growing up (my dad was always sometimes more vocally excited than my brother and I were when opening gifts).

1:28 - The girl in the glasses aggressively ripping that gift to shreds...THAT’S MEEEE! Little baby me. 4-5 years old I think (I know I had those glasses in kindergarten). Right near the end of the shot the head of hair on the right is my mom, and the boy in even thicker glasses behind me is my older brother. WE HAVE REALLY REALLY BAD EYES OKAY. Though his are worse. STILL HAHAHA

1:33 - The boy and woman hugging. That is my brother and an old family friend of ours. She’s Turkish, actually. My mom used to work in the international students office of a local university and met her, and became really good friends. And they still are today, though we don’t see her as much anymore since she’s become a college professor in her own right and has moved away. My mom also hooked her up with her husband (who’s Catholic, lawl). She’s also the reason I’ve been out of the country. When I was seven I was the flower girl in her wedding, which took place in Istanbul, Turkey. Which was also the place my Sega Gamegear died, because I dropped it on a marble floor (RIP Gamegear).

Oh and the head of hair in the bottom right corner is me.

1:35 - Massive family shot! Okay, from left to right: Older man up top is Grandpa, little boy in his lap is a cousin, little girl next to him is another cousin, woman in the back is Grandma, in her lap mugging the camera is ME AGAIN, next to me is two other cousins. We’re all on grandma and grandpa’s fireplace.

1:37 - Grandparent’s house again! On the left is a cousin, the boy putting on the hat in the middle is my brother, I’m not sure whose butt is behind him (probably an aunt I’m guessing), and on the right is me again. The glasses have only gotten thicker and marginally more stylish over the years. And yes, those are Santa hats with Mickey Mouse ears on them. Which my family still owns to this day (I think...as long as they weren’t in the box of Christmas stuff that got stolen from us last year...).

So yay! Nostalgia! Our media archivist, who digitized the VHS’s and logged the footage, said my family was a hoot, lol. And my family got a kick out of seeing our home movies on THE INTERNETS. So there. Okay back to work now <3

One more fun fact about the video: The guy doing the voiceover is a shooter/editor in the video department. He is the voice of Bass Pro Christmas, just because he’s got that deep, rich voice. He also does some other voice stuff for hire (though I think he’s not allowed to do stuff for competitors, haha).

#text post #sort of #christmas #NOSTALGIA #home movies #not sure what to tag this #baby catie #didn't realize how much I mugged for the camera as a kid until now #never considered myself the diva of the family

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ecofinisher · 5 years ago

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Off to Rust - Chapter 8

Chapter 8

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21137411/chapters/60046705

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13415645/8/Off-to-Rust

https://www.wattpad.com/907227745-off-to-rust-chapter-8

The fencing class sat together in the hotel room for the groups on their beds checking their smartphones chatting with friends or family members using the free Wlan on the hotel.

“You know those days here made us all bound more with the other and we’re kind of inseparable. Keep enjoying your responsibly-free and strict life from your dad and enjoy every second there of your life” Adrien’s phone played, then he typed down on his display to write down a message for his best friend, Nino.

Kagami sat on the bed watching all the others chatting, then looked over at Zeynep, which picked up her juice bottle from the ground to take a sip, then noticed Kagami look at her.

“Is everything okay Kagami?” The raven-haired girl asked seeing Kagami shrug her shoulders.

“Yes, I’m just wondering, what everyone else does on this space of time” Kagami responded.

“What do you use to do at home?” The tan-skinned girl asked making Kagami shrug her shoulders.

“Well, I’ve gotta follow the schedule my mother made for me to do it every week” Kagami answered opening her suitcase, then took out a folded sheet and revealed the schedule to the girl, making Zeynep crease her eyebrow in confusion at seeing the many dark points spread all over the sheet.

“Is that how Japanese looks like?” Zeynep asked making Kagami shake her head.

“No, that’s braille. My mother is blind and she’s only able to read like this. She also writes like this most of the times and I had to know how to read and write it too”

“Whoa, that’s harsh” Zeynep confessed. “What according to your schedule would you be doing right now?”

“Uhm….” Kagami passed her finger over the first table of the sheet to read it. “Violin practice”

“And do you have a chance to watch TV or play video games?” Etienne asked looking across the room hearing about Kagami’s life inside her house.

“No, my mother says video games and watching TV kills brain cells,” Kagami answered making Amir and Mohamed laugh.

“What?” Amir asked. “Your mother is nuts” “Everyone in the world watches TV and those type of people don’t seem to have lost any brain cells,” Laura mentioned.

“The only ones to have lost brain cells are those people in the anime and cartoon fandoms that threaten to kill you because you like someone they don’t” Etienne mentioned.

“Where did you get that idea from?” Adrien asked looking at the raven-haired boy.

“I’ve encountered a hate message on my Facestargram account telling me to die, just because I ship Tukiki, “

“Okay, that sounds just dumb, to be honest” Adrien confessed.

“Yes it does” Etienne agreed, then heard Eveline crunch her bottle together, then he widened his eyes and looked down at his thermos bottle, afterward he picked it up. “Hey guys, I’ve got an idea for a game” Etienne announced seeing all putting their eyes on him. “What about we all play truth or dare?”

“Great idea!” Amir and Mohamed chanted interested in the idea.

“Cool,” Zeynep answered.

“That must be great…...except I don’t know, how to play it” Adrien confessed.

“Me too” Kagami added, then Etienne sat down on the ground and the rest of the class sat on the floor too forming a circle, watching Etienne place the bottle in the middle of them.

“The game is very easy. Someone spins the bottle, then you have to ask the person the cap of the bottle points to Truth or dare and the person picks one of the words and you have to ask her something, the person has to answer with honesty. When you give a dare you tell her to do something no matter, what the person has to do it or she’s out. The only rules are you can’t change after you heard the question and that you lose if you reject the deed,” Zeynep explained earning a nod from the two fencing pros.

“Alright, I do the spin,” Etienne asked watching the Turkish girl spin the bottle around, seconds later it stopped in front of Laura.

“Truth or dare?” Zeynep asked.

“Truth”

“What’s your favorite movie?”

“Le monde parfait” Laura answered.

“So this was an easy one,” Zeynep pointed out. “You can ask everything you want no matter how embarrassing it is. Cause that’s the fun part of the game”

“And also do the freakiest dares” Mohamed added making Amir laugh amused by the thought.

“I’m not really liking the idea playing with them,” Eveline told Laura, which shrugged her shoulders.

“Just avoid asking for a dare” Laura suggested earning a nod from the light-blonde girl.

“Now it’s my turn to spin,” Laura said moving the bottle fast observing it rotating and it stopped with the neck of the bottle in front of Mohamed. “Truth or dare?” Laura asked.

“Dare” The Egyptian boy answered.

“I dare you to slap your brother on his back for me” Laura dared watching Mohamed hit his brother on the back making him yell.

“Hey! Al’abalah!” Amir shouted making Mohamed chuckle.

“I actually liked that” Mohamed confessed, then spun the bottle around and it landed beside him in front of his brother. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth” “Which of the guys in here is the hottest one?” Amir asked making a few girls giggle at the question making Mohamed blush.

“Hey! That’s not funny! It’s a serious question and you know I would answer you, Amir” Mohamed answered.

“Well except for me, but next time” Amir answered picking up the bottle to rotate it around on the ground until it stopped by itself in front of Adrien. “Truth or dare?”

“Uh dare” Adrien answered watching Amir think about a dare, then Amir had an idea and placed his hands flat on the other, making Adrien lift his left eyebrow up in confusion.

“I dare you to take off your t-shirt and put a bra over your chest” Amir suggested making the girls, except for Kagami laugh hard while Adrien turned redder than a firetruck at the dare.

“W…...which bra?” Adrien asked, then Eveline, that was close to her suitcase opened the hood up and searched for a bra and took one out.

“Good, that I took a second pair,” Eveline said handing the red bra out to the blonde, then he removed his jacket and pulled his shirt off over his head then Adrien looked at the bra and furrowed his eyebrows wondering, how to put them on.

“Uhm how does it work?” Adrien asked, then Eveline showed her hands and placed them in front of her breast instructing the blonde to do the same over his pecks, then Etienne pulled the leashes of the bra behind Adrien’s back and closed it and along with Eveline they fixed the leashes over the blonde’s shoulders.

“Tada!” Eveline announced showing Adrien in the red bra.

“Uh, what’s the point of them again?” Adrien asked making Etienne shrug his shoulders. “Oh”

“Now spin, pretty girl” Amir announced making Adrien stuck his tongue out and spin the bottle of his friend and it stopped in front of himself again, making him wide his eyes.

“Uh”

“Just do it again” Amir mentioned watching Adrien repeat it and this time it stopped in front of himself again.

“What the…..” Adrien spun the bottle faster and it landed between Laura and Kagami. “And now?”

“You go first Kagami,” Laura said earning a nod from the Japanese girl.

“Truth or dare?”

“I say…..truth” Kagami answered, watching Adrien think about a question, he could as the girl.

“Do you like someone here inside this room?” Adrien asked watching Kagami nod making him smile gracious, believing she will mention his name.

“I like all of you” Kagami answered making Adrien shut his eyes open wide at her reply.

“Oh…..that’s great….we’re all good friends after all,” Adrien responded a little disappointed at the answer making Kagami chuckle and smirk at Adrien’s reaction.

“Don’t make a long face. We all know, you’re the one, she likes the most” Amir said earning a nod from the blonde.

“We were the first ones to become friends. It is weird otherwise” Adrien mentioned spinning the bottle to watch it stop in front of Etienne. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare” Etienne answered feeling confident, then Adrien took out his smartphone from his jacket, which lied on the ground and put the earpods on it and handed the pods out to the boy, then searched for a video on the internet and gave the phone back to Etienne.

“Watch that Ladybug video” Adrien ordered earning a nod from the boy, which watched the video.

“Oh oh oh, my life’s got me spinning around. Oh oh oh, my feet, they’re off the ground,” Was one of the sentences of the song, which Etienne watched with a neutral facial expression, while Adrien slowly started to grin, knowing where this situation was going.

“Oh oh oh, and when the sun goes, down, that’s when I become…..” After Ladybug is shown jumping off the Eiffel Tower the video slowly changed to a dark background with a man saluting at the fourth fall followed by a louder voice on the background shouting. “AND HIS NAME IS JOHN CENA!”

“Adrien!!!!” Etienne cried pushing out the smartphone off along with the earpods, throwing it at the blonde, making him laugh out loud.

“I’m feeling much better now” Adrien mentioned. “I still need to get my revenge on Amir though”

“Then I’ll skip asking you dares, but I feel like yours aren’t that excellent” Amir pointed out making Adrien smirk.

“Oh really?” Adrien asked earning a nod from the Egyptian boy, then Etienne spun the bottle, watching it go around afterward it stopped in front of Zeynep. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth”

“Who’s your best friend from your class?” The blonde asked.

“Lani” Zeynep answered earning a nod from the blonde, then it was her turn to spin the bottle, which then landed in front of Laura. “Truth or dare?”

“Erm….truth”

“Your favorite superhero?”

“Carapace” Laura answered then took the bottle to spin it around watching it stop in front of Mohamed. “Truth or dare”

“Dare me, blondie”

“I dare you to…...let Amir and Adrien put make-up on your face,” Laura said making Mohamed wide his eyes in shock.

“Damn it, Laura” Mohamed grumbled, then Eveline got from her suitcase a small box with make-up utensils and opened them up to the guys, then Amir took a brush out and got with it over the red taint and began to color his brother on his cheek.

“You know, that’s the eyeshadow” Laura pointed out.

“I see too many colors here. I’m just fulfilling your wish” Amir answered.

“I’m going to take brown…...no green for his eyelids” Adrien stated using a smaller brush, then held it in front of Mohamed’s open eyes. “Close them,” Adrien asked watching the boy roll his eyes before he closed them and Adrien began to color him up there. Amir grabbed a second brush and picked on a beige color and painted the twin on his nose making him chuckle as it tickled him.

A few minutes later Amir and Adrien were done and both got up and showed the group their work.

“I present you Lady Moha…..erm…..Lady Medina!” Adrien announced earning an applause from the group as they saw the colorful face they made.

“How do I look?” Mohamed asked, then Eveline held the camera of her phone up for Mohamed to see himself on the display and shrieked at seeing himself on it. “I look horrendous” Mohamed complained making the group laugh out loud, then he got out of the room into the bathroom to wash his face.

“Did you take a picture?” Laura asked making Eveline shake her head.

“Sadly not” The Swiss girl answered, then Mohamed shouted out of the bathroom in Arabic, followed by Amir answering back.

“I’ll take his spin” Amir announced fulfilling the task of his brother, then the bottle stopped and pointed at Eveline. “Truth or dare?”

“Uh truth”

“Out of all the guys here, who would you love to have as a boyfriend?” Amir asked making Eveline shrug her shoulders.

“I see all of you as my friends only, but If I really had to pick it would be…..Etienne, I guess”

“Oh pretty boy, you’ve got a chance” Amir joked making Etienne shake his head amused at the classmate. “Spin the bottle, genie” The Egyptian ordered observing the boy obey him and the bottle pointed in the end at Kagami.

“Truth or dare?” Etienne asked.

“I go with a dare” The blue-haired girl answered, then Etienne thought on something she could do and had gotten one in his mind. “I dare you to sing a song. Anyone you can. A paragraph of you one you know….. just a bit of it”

“Sure, but…..I’m not really that great in singing” Kagami pointed out a little abashed.

“Come on, we won’t judge you” Laura assured the blue-haired girl, which nodded.

“If you can’t sing in front of us, imagine everyone in underwear…..or like Adrien” Amir mentioned making the girls chuckle, except for Adrien, which felt embarrassed and removed the bra.

“I ain't forced to keep this forever,” Adrien noticed picking up his shirt to put it on.

“Or just close your eyes and imagine no one’s here” Eveline suggested earning a nod from the Japanese girl, which before she started took a deep breath and began to recite a song.

“You threw that girl out, I can’t believe, that it ended like this. We were fighting so much, as it used to be,”

Etienne nodded impressed at the first sentence of her song, then watched the others listen to the Japanese girl, attentive.

“You never told us she was talented” Eveline whispered to Adrien, which was as surprised as the other fencing mates seeing Kagami singing with closed eyes in serenity.

“I get penalized without any reason. You made me fall, but I got up. On my feet, on my feet. You took a blade, threw it on me, hitting my bo- oh- dy. You stare in shock at this moment, there’s no bleeding of me. You stabbed me back, but nothing happened, I am Immortal….You stabbed again and nothing happened, I am Immo-o h -rtal,”

The friends applauded at the girl, making her shut her eyes open in surprise, followed by Mohamed whistle from the bathroom while coming out as he also heard Kagami’s singing voice.

“Your voice is great Kagami, you should do that more often” Laura suggested the Japanese girl, which looked down at the floor embarrassed.

“Thanks” Kagami responded noticing all look at her charmed with her voice, then she looked down at the bottle still flustered with their attention on her and she spun the bottle around, watching it stop in front of herself, afterward Kagami spun the bottle again.

Hours later all of the fencing students were sleeping and two from the nine beds in the bedroom were empty, then the door of the bathroom opened up and Kagami Tsurugi got out closing the door behind her and walked past the balcony of the hotel room, then she noticed on the outside her friend Adrien lean on the wall of the balcony and walked at the closed door to see, what he was doing there on that time of the night. Kagami opened the door, then walked out to meet the blonde to catch him on his smartphone watching images from his gallery.

“Is everything alright?” Kagami asked, then Adrien looked back to see Kagami out there with him.

“Oh sure” He answered and looked back at his smartphone, then Kagami approached the friend to see he had a picture on his smartphone with himself and his mother when Adrien was younger the two sitting on a carousel on a vehicle shaped like a firetruck.

“You seemed to have a lot of fun on that picture” Kagami mentioned earning a nod from the blonde.

“I think this was the last time I really had have a lot of fun since she…..disappeared” Adrien stated. “As good as I can remember”

“One day she will appear. You just need to believe in it”

“Yeah” Adrien replied. “It’s hard, mostly that you have no idea, where she is, and what exactly happened. That’s what makes my mind crazy when I think about my mom,”

“I believe that” Kagami affirmed patting her friend on the back. “Just keep having faith in it”

“Thank you” Adrien responded placing his arm around Kagami slowly pulling her into a hug. “Thank you”

“No problem. You know you can talk with me, even if I can’t solve anything of it,”

“I know. Thank you” Adrien said letting his arms down from Kagami.

“You’re coming in?”

“Later, I’m staying here for a while” Adrien answered earning a nod from the girl.

“Goodnight, Adrien”

“Good night, Kagami” Adrien wished seeing Kagami entering back into the bedroom to get back to sleep.

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Paranoid: Part 2

Member: Jeon Jungkook (BTS) Genre: Angst AU: Witch/Soulmate Warnings: Slight slut shaming Word count: 5.2k Series Masterlist

Y/N

When I woke up this morning I was expecting Jungkook to still be sleeping, but when I walked out to the living room, I found Jungkook sitting with his back to me in the dining room and he was reading one of the various books I had lying around the house. I stood there for a couple of minutes before he got up and went to go make tea for himself. I let him deal with heating up the water and letting him get his cup and his tea bag. I watched him as he poured the water into his cup and it was then when I saw he was reading a spell book, I smiled at his way and started sneaking up behind him. I got right behind him and then I hugged him from behind and he jumped up from me doing so and dropped the book to the floor.

“Being a bit snoopy are you?” I teased.

“N-no. I-I just found it a-and it looked interesting, I’m s-sorry ma'am.” He stuttered out.

“Hey I was just fucking with you, I don’t care if you read it, you could probably use it more than I can.” I said with a light chuckle.

“Oh, sorry.” He said as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

“Don’t apologize, I’m gonna make breakfast, you can still read it if you wish.” I said as I went to go get stuff out for our breakfast.

He bent down and picked up the book he dropped and walked over to the table with his tea mug in hand. I started making breakfast for the two of us, and by making I mean I poured cereal into two bowls and poured milk into said bowls and called it good. I brought the bowls and spoons to the table and sat down with him. He dug into the cereal immediately and continued to read the book. After a minute or two he put the book down and looked right at me.

“There’s a spell for turning people into mermaids and fairies?” He asked in astonishment.

“Yeah, wanna see?” I asked with a laugh.

“You’re not turning me into a fairy… or a merman.” He said with a serious tone.

“I was going to do it to myself, but fine.” I said before I finally started eating my cereal.

“I also read that there was a spell for blinding people with birds.” He said with a laugh.

“Yeah, I’ve used it once.” I said as I pushed my cereal around my bowl.

“What for?” He asked.

“I used it on my ex, he cheated, he ran away with birds chasing after him, it was a funny sight to see.” I said.

Jungkook laughed at my input on the situation. We were quiet while we were eating for a few minutes until I remembered I needed to remind him about going to witches council so he can be registered as a witch. I finished the food in my mouth and looked at Jungkook who had been staring at me for the last couple of minutes.

“I don’t have any clothes here, do you have anything I can wear?” He asked with a straight face.

“Yeah, you can wear some of my brothers clothes that I’ve collected from him just staying here and never coming to get them.” I said as I stood up and took his bowl and my bowl to the sink.

“Where are they?” He asked as he followed behind me.

“I’ll show you.” I said as I dragged him by his ear to my room.

“What is your obsession with pulling me by my ear?” He asked as he tried to pull my fingers off of his ear.

“It’s just to make you follow me, nothing against you. I do it to everyone.” I said as I opened my wardrobe.

He sighed at me and watched me sort through my clothes. “Is your wardrobe like the one from the Chronicles of Narnia series?”

“No, that was some dark magic shit in that movie, I was personally offended that they basically used the White Witch as a siren for killing children. Plus Turkish Delights aren’t sell your family out to the White Witch good.” I stated as I threw clothes for Jungkook on to my bed.

“Dark magic?” He asked.

“Don’t ask, I’m not going to teach you dark magic because I’m not chill with that.” I said as I started picking out clothes for myself.

“I was just asking about it, I’m not asking for you to teach me about it.” He said.

“Alright, whatever. Go get dressed and we’ll go to the witches council.” I said as I picked the clothes for Jungkook and shoved them into his chest.

He looked at me for a moment, as if I had hurt him, but then ran out of the room and into the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and started getting dressed. I got almost completely dressed and then I heard a yell from the bathroom.

“You okay in there?” I asked as I walked right passed the bathroom door.

“Why are there so many rips and holes in the shirt, why are there so many straps on these god damned pants?” He complained loudly.

“It’s Taehyung’s style, don’t ask me.” I said with a shrug.

He opened the door and stepped out. He had the straps from the suspenders on the pants on his shoulders and he was basically hunching over to stay in them. I sighed and laughed a bit, I walked over to him and pulled the suspenders off of his shoulders and he looked at me like I was crazy.

“You’re too tall to wear the suspenders. If my brother can’t even wear them and he’s shorter than you, then you probably shouldn’t wear the suspenders.” I said as we both walked out to the living room.

“So, how are we getting to the witches council?” Jungkook asked with a light sniffle.

“Before we leave we need to pop a suppressant, or we’re gonna get picked out when we go shopping later.” I said.

“You didn’t answer my question, but okay.” He said as he crossed his arms.

I pulled the bottle of suppressants out of my cupboard in the kitchen and we both took one. If anyone looked in it would have been a weird sight, two young looking people drinking water straight from their fingers, this is why we can’t be trusted in society sometimes, we’re a bit too weird for human society sake.

“Give me your hand.” I said with my hand extended towards him.

“Why?” He asked.

“Just do it.” I said.

He hesitantly took my extended hand. “Okay, now what?”

I smirked and the next thing Jungkook knew we were spinning and there was a cloud of smoke settling when we arrived in our new location. Jungkook fell down upon our landing, while I was perfectly fine and standing upright.

“You okay there kid, you dizzy, nauseous?” I asked with concern.

“I’m a bit dizzy. What the hell was that.” He said as he laid down on the floor.

“That’s called smoking. It’s like teleportation, or apparition, but with smoke involved.” I said with a giggle.

“Can I do it?” He asked as he stood up carefully.

“I mean you could, if you practiced it you could.” I answered as Jungkook took a step to stand next to me.

“Who is the main witch that deals with everyone’s bullshit?” He asked as we started walking to the registration room.

“No idea. I haven’t had to come in here for awhile. Last time I was here was for Yuri’s execution, and that was two and a half months ago.” I said as the doors opened for us.

“Oh… anyway how long will this take?” He asked.

“About an hour, maybe 45 minutes if we’re lucky.” I said.

When we walked into the room Jungkook started choking up on all of the mixed scents in the air, it made me laugh because who wouldn’t laugh at that. The witches council registration is a bit like a business, there’s a secretary, assistants, and of course the head person of the area, building or company. They secretary at the front desk saw us walk in and pointed us in the direction of the head witch’s office. Jungkook and I followed and right when I walked in I say a very familiar head of hair and a face that was similar to mine.

“Taehyung?” I asked.

He gasped and turned around, he saw my face and hugged me and started spinning me around. “Oh my goodness, it’s my little sister Y/N. I haven’t seen you in forever, how are you, where have you been?”

“Tae calm down and put me down. I’m fine, I’ve been to purgatory and back and now I live in the woods.” I answered jokingly with a sigh.

“Oh… who’s this?” Taehyung replied.

“This is Jungkook. He’s the ex boyfriend of Yuri and he needs to be registered as a witch because you know Yuri sort of just forced him into hell.” I explained.

“I knew this would happen sooner or later. I’m gonna get this to go quicker, Jungkook, you fill out this paper, Y/N, take his picture now and send it to me.” Taehyung ordered.

“Quick question, how the hell did you become head witch?” I asked.

“You know I’m smarter than I look. I can be serious when I need to be, now shut up and do what I told you.” Taehyung snapped at me.

I sighed and took out my phone. “Jungkook can you smile for me?”

Jungkook looked up at me and gave me a bright smile, his teeth were showing and to be completely honest, he looked adorable. I smiled and sent it to Tae quickly before he snapped at me again. I watched Jungkook fill out his paper quickly without any problems until he got to the last question.

“So since I was forced into being a witch, which box do I check?” Jungkook asked as he lightly scratched at one of his temples.

“Well going by your scent and that it’s not a mixed scent and you have the straight up peppermint scent, check ‘full witch’ and call it a day.” Taehyung answered.

I sat down in the chair next to Jungkook and started tipping in the chair, you’re not supposed to do it, but I do it anyway, I don’t really care if I fall. Taehyung gave me death stares and started breaking into my mind to tell me to stop tipping. It just made me stick my tongue out at him and continue to do it. I eventually fell, but I caught myself so I wouldn’t fall and hurt myself on the marble floor beneath me. Jungkook finished his paperwork and gave it to Taehyung and he put it into the system so fast that I actually thought he was going to break his fingers from his typing.

“He’s in the system now, you can leave now.” Taehyung said monotonously.

Jungkook grabbed my hand again and we did our smoking into an alley near where I decided we would be shopping. We walked out of the alleyway and on to the public street, Jungkook tensed up a but I rubbed his back a little bit to get him to calm down a bit. We walked into a department store and the two of us looked at each other before splitting off to go find different things for ourselves. I looked at play suits and I picked a few that would fit my body type and would look good with my skin tone. I eventually ended up in the fragrance section of the store I stood there sniffing the perfumes and that’s when I saw four familiar faces with tattoos on their hands walk in. I nearly dropped the bottle of perfume I was holding because I went into a panic. I ran to Jungkook and grabbed all of his stuff and paid for it as quickly as possible, and then I heard the words I knew I was going to hear.

“I smell sulfur… it’s strong too.”

I paid and grabbed Jungkook, who was hiding in a clothes rack. “That’s not going to help you, let’s fucking go.”

Jungkook held on to my hand tightly and we walked out of the store quickly, but when we got far enough we started running to get the hell away, I didn’t even stop and think when I smoked both Jungkook and I back to my house. When we landed, Jungkook fell on to the couch and I fell to the floor and hurt myself from my body getting smacked against the floor.

“You okay Y/N?” Jungkook asked.

“Yeah, I’m okay, just a bit winded.” I said as I sat up with a wince of pain in my shoulder.

“How did you know to leave?” He asked as he helped me up off of the floor.

“You see, those four men, they’re witch hunters, their names are Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, and Hoseok. They have their symbol for their team tattooed on both of their hands and they’re the reason that I died last time. If we didn’t leave when we did, we would have been fucked.” I said as I went into the kitchen to get myself a drink.

Jungkook went silent and looks at me for awhile, as he were going to cry. That’s when I peered into his thoughts and all they were about were apologizing to me for even asking. I stopped listening to his thoughts and actually started filling up my glass with juice, but before I could even put the lid back on the juice, Jungkook came up behind me and back hugged me.

“I’m sorry for bringing that up, I shouldn’t have asked.” He said quietly.

I smile at his sheepishness. “You’re fine Kookie. It’s a good thing you know, you had every right to ask me about it.”

“Hello- Oooh the new witch is dating my little sister.” Taehyung said as he barged in through my front door.

Jungkook pushed himself off of me and scratched the nape of his neck. “N-no, not dating. Just comforting. N-not dating. I’m gonna go put my new clothes away.”

Jungkook grabbed his clothes out of the bag that was sitting on the table and ran to his room and slammed the door shut behind him. I turn around and face Taehyung and I guess I looked angry- scratch that I am angry, it scared Taehyung into backing into the wall and he honestly looks scared.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked angrily.

“You two aren’t dating?” He replied.

“No, we’re not, you scared him Tae, that’s not cool dude.” I said with an angry huff.

Taehyung started yelling apologies to Jungkook, and I ran over to him and put my hand over his mouth, and of course because he’s my brother, he licks my hand and it makes me take it away to get his saliva off of my hand. I could sense that Jungkook got even more scared of Taehyung and that’s when I smacked Taehyung’s cheek.

“Shut the fuck up, you’re scaring Jungkook.” I said.

“Alright fine. I’ll take you guys out for lunch to apologize…you still hit like a girl though.” Taehyung said with a giggle.

“Taehyung, don’t fucking test me, I will turn you into a fairy and keep you in a jar.” I said angrily.

Taehyung gulps and all you can hear through the house is Jungkook’s laughter. I stare in the direction of his room and start walking over there. I opened the door quickly and found Jungkook on the floor laughing his ass off and holding his stomach.

“I’ll take that lunch offer, I’m hungry.” Jungkook said through his laughs.

I shook my head and left the room, Jungkook followed close behind and when we reached the kitchen, Taehyung still looked terrified. Jungkook was all smiles when he came out.

“You gonna take us out for lunch or not?” Jungkook asked with a shit eating grin.

Taehyung sighs and nods. I stand in between the two men and hold one of their hands and was smoke to the alley right by the restaurant that Jimin works at. All three of us look to make sure the coast is clear and walk out of the alley to go eat food. Jimin spotted us and looked to his boss as if he were asking for something and the next thing we knew Jimin was getting stuff to sit us and take our order. The greetings with Jimin were short and he quickly seated us, he took both our drink and food order. Jimin was back a couple minutes later with his uniform off and his casual clothes on, but still delivering our food to our table. Jimin took a seat right next to me and then started poking at my side.

“What are you doing, shouldn’t you be working?” I asked as I looked at Jimin.

“My friend, you see, you guys were my last customers for the day and now I get to chill. Also I already paid your bill, thank me later.” He said with a a smile.

“Since we had to cancel yesterday, do you just wanna do it here?” I said with a devilish grin.

“What are they talking about?” Taehyung asked with a confused look on his face.

I just put on a big smile and looked around for a target. I saw a really drunk guy falling asleep at his table, so in turn I pointed at his bottle of soju and all of the men at the table looked over. I got the outside of the bottle cold enough so when the guy reached for it a moment later he would get a shoot of pain in his hand, and it was a funny sight to see.

“Weak.” Jimin said teasingly.

“Fine, you think of something better.” I said as I crossed my arms.

He smirked and pointed to one of his co-workers and he made a puddle of water on the floor and it made her slip and fall to the floor.

“Okay that was weaker than mine.” I said with a dark chuckle.

That’s when both of us looked at each other and got an idea. The idea that was heard by all of us at the table. Jungkook’s eyes widened and Taehyung almost yelled at the both of us, but he stopped himself before he could even let a peep out. Jimin and I looked at the little dolls on the shelf that was across from our table. We made the dolls stand up and started making them fight on the shelf. The lady sitting in the direction of the dolls started looking around to see who was making this happen and brought up not smelling sulfur, and that’s when Jimin and I looked at each other again with shit eating grins. We made the dolls fly right at her, they both landed on the table, but Jimin and I made it look like it was natural. Jimin got up and went to her table and picked up the dolls to put them back on the shelf. When he did put them back up there his shoulder brushed the 'on’ button for the TV and it was on the news channel and the first thing that happens is a missing person report for someone who looked really familiar.

“Missing person report, name: Jeon Jungkook. Age: 20. Last seen: Monday, May 16th,2016. If found please report to the police, or call…”

All of us at the table looked at Jungkook and he started giggling and had his shoulders shrugged up to his ears with a big open mouth smile.

“Jungkook, you ran away from your parents a month ago?” I asked.

“Yeah… they were threatening to put witch catchers in the house and um yeah.” He said through giggles.

“Where were you before you found Y/N?” Jimin asked.

“I’ve been hiding at hotels since and um, people started complaining about the sulfur so I figured it out and started running around the woods and then I found her and now we’re here.” He said in one breath.

“Jungkook, your parents must be worried sick.” Taehyung said with his eyes wide.

“I have a plan. It’s risky, but it might just work.” I said suddenly.

“What is it?” Jimin asked.

“We should take you to your parents so they know that you’re not dead, you can apologize for disappearing out of the blue, say you came back to get your clothes and then you can get what you need and leave.” I said.

“That’s like suicide, what are you thinking?” He asked in a panicked manner.

“That’s actually a good idea, you’re protected by the suppressant and they’ll never know.” Jimin said as he looked at Jungkook intensely.

“I second that, it’s your best bet kid.” Taehyung said with a sigh.

“They’re not going to believe that I’ve gotten on my feet what do I do?” Jungkook asked as he put his head in his hands.

“Y/N can pretend to be your girlfriend. She’s probably your best option right now.” Jimin said with a light chuckle.

Jungkook’s cheeks go a bit pink as he gets a bit flustered over having to pretend I’m his girlfriend, but he just nods and we get up, but I stop myself and Jungkook before we even think about smoking to get there.

“We can’t just smoke to get there, we need a car. I can’t drive because I don’t have a license, Jungkook doesn’t have a car, but I know he has a license.” I stated.

“How do you know I have a license?” Jungkook asked.

“Not now.” I said.

Jimin looked at Jungkook as he dug around his pocket for something, when he pulled out what he was looking for, the keys to Jimin’s car.

“Black BMW, if you can’t find it, press the lock button twice it will make a noise and you should be able to find it. It’s in the back parking lot, bring it back in one piece.” Jimin said as he tossed the keys to Jungkook.

Jungkook caught the keys and Jimin lead us to the back of the restaurant for us to get into the back parking lot with no problems. Jungkook did what Jimin said and we both got in the car.

“Wait if you don’t have a license, then how come Jimin does?” Jungkook asked before we got into the car.

“It’s called I’m younger than Jimin. I live in the woods. I don’t need a car or a license.” I said with a sigh.

We were both silent while he was pulling out of the parking lot and into the street, we were met with a light immediately and stopped. Jungkook looked over at me and opened his mouth to say something, but he stopped himself because he had to start driving again. It was another couple of minutes before Jungkook spoke up.

“You’re going to pretend that you’re my girlfriend in front of my parents, I need to know what you’re comfortable with so I don’t fuck it up.” He said.

“Give me a list child.” I said with a chuckle.

“Holding hands, holding you close, forehead kisses, nose kisses.” He said as he turned down a street.

“I’m fine with those, you gotta do what you gotta do Kook.” I said with a smile.

It was another five minutes before we made it to his parents house. He pulled into the driveway and turned off the car. He took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves a bit before we went inside to put on the fake, but convincing dating show for his parents. I put my hand on his back and rubbed it soothingly as if to help his nerves. He finally got calmed down enough and we both got out of the car, and to make it look more convincing Jungkook slung his arm around my waist and went searching for something in his wallet. He pulled a house key out of there and we walked in through the door together. Jungkook’s parents were sitting in the living room and they were accompanied by two officers, who turned around to see the two of us I standing the walkway with smiles on our faces.

“Seems to me that your son is right there. We’ll be taking the missing person report down when we get to the station. Thank you Mr. And Mrs. Jeon.” One of the officers said after he stood up from the couch.

Both officers walked passed us and one of them patted Jungkook’s shoulder before he left. Jungkook’s mom was tearing up and his dad was walking over to hug him, but stopped when he realized I was connected at the hip with Jungkook.

“Who’s this Kook?” His dad asked.

I looked at Jungkook and he told me he’s just going to let me introduce myself to his dad because he was going to get flustered if he did it.

“Hi, my name is Y/N. I’m Jungkook’s new girlfriend, nice to meet you Mr. Jeon.” I said politely.

“Thank god she’s not another Satan slut like Yuri was.” His mom said.

I bit my tongue to keep myself from revealing my position as a witch, but of course I felt that one because you know witch hunters are horribly creative when it comes to slurs for witches.

“Have you been with her the entire time?” His dad asked.

“Yeah, I didn’t say anything about it, please forgive me I didn’t mean to give you guys a little scare.” Jungkook said before he kissed the tip of my nose.

His mom smiled at the sight and Jungkook let go of me so he could let his parents give him hugs. His scent was pushed in my direction, and thank god I was mid blink when it happened because I knew my eyes went amber when they went completely close, I waited until they went back to green to open my eyes, his mom asked me if I was okay and I just said I had an eyelash in my eye and I got it out and that I was fine. It only got weird when his parents hugged me at the same time. I looked at Jungkook and watched as his chocolate brown eyes turned a bright amber and go back to his normal brown hues. I smiled when Jungkook’s parents let go of me, I’m not one for overly long hugs.

“Why did you come back if you were with her the entire time?” Jungkook’s dad asked.

“I just came to get the rest of my clothes, plus I was considered a missing person, so I figured I might as well come out of my hiding.” Jungkook answered as he wrapped his arm around my waist again.

“Alright, when we see you again then?” His mom asked.

“I don’t know, but I’ll try to message you when I come by again.” Jungkook said with a smile.

His parents turned back to go to the kitchen, I listened in on their conversation to see what they were talking about and all I needed to here was the words: Syndicate Group and dinner party to know that Jungkook and I needed to hurry the fuck up because of course we had to be met with the possibility of being caught by witch hunters that have already killed me once and know what I look like because reincarnation doesn’t change anything about your looks, it only changes your life status of living or dead. When Jungkook and I got upstairs and into his room he started packing a bag quickly.

“I know you’re already hurrying, but considering the same witch hunter group we bumped into earlier is coming here, we might need to work a bit faster to get the fuck out of here before they get here.” I said quickly.

Jungkook nods and just starts stuffing clothes into the backpack and I helped. He got most of his clothes in there aside from a few pairs of socks and a few pairs of his boxers that just couldn’t fit inside the bag.. Jungkook zipped the backpack quickly and we both ran downstairs and put on our shoes. We made it out to the car just in time to pull out and drive away as the other witch hunters showed up. It still didn’t change the fact that we booked it the fuck out of there just to ensure our safety.

“I’m sorry.” Jungkook said.

“What are you sorry for, you were fine Kook.” I said with a smile.

“I’m sorry about what my mom said. It wasn’t right for her to say, I understand if you hate me or my family now.” He said through a light choke.

“Jungkook, sweetheart, you don’t need to be sorry for her, yes she said something offensive, yes it hurt, but it’s not your fault, it’s just the witch hunter belief.” I said as I ran my thumb over his hand.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes I’m sure. When we get back to the house we can have fun okay.” I said with a smile.

He sheepishly smiled at me and continued our way back to the restaurant where Jimin and Taehyung were. Jungkook parked Jimin’s car and we both went inside with Jungkook’s bag. When we came in Taehyung was sitting at the same table and was playing on his phone and Jimin looked like he was catching up on some book he probably started like two months ago.

“We’re back.” Jungkook announced.

“We know, keys.” Jimin said with his palm up so Jungkook could drop the keys in his hand.

Jungkook put them in his hand and we wished Taehyung and Jimin goodbye. We left and went to the same alley from before to smoke back to the house. This time when we land I fall on the couch and Jungkook falls on to the table and it somehow didn’t break from Jungkook’s weight or the impact. I helped Jungkook up and asked if he was okay. He laughed and we went into the backyard so we could go have fun. The first thing is snap my fingers and start floating with my legs crossed and holding on to my ankles. When Jungkook looked over he was a bit amazed at the sight of me just floating there. I held up my index finger and then started spinning in circles right where I was and with my legs still crossed. Jungkook started laughing with a hardy laugh and almost fell due to how hard he was laughing, Jungkook had started making animals made out of water, it entertained me for awhile until Jungkook accidentally lost control of the water and sprayed me with the water. Jungkook and I laughed for a second, I continued laughing, but Jungkook stopped laughing and went inside. I get down from my floating and stand there for a second and let my thoughts run through my head one at a time and by the time I’m done processing it, I only have one question in mind: What the hell is wrong with him?

#repost #jeon jungkook #jungkook angts #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #witch au #soulmate au

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mystery-star · 7 years ago

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Do you trust me? Fred Weasley // George Weasley

Pairings: Fred Weasley x reader // George Weasley x reader

Warnings: sexual references, slight BDSM maybe

Words: 2x 400, makes 800 in total

A/N: Yes, I’m posting another imagine (okay, two actually) after such a short time, YAY. I guess you can imagine the occasion why I’m doing this, if not google the date (25th of February) and then read the Wikipedia article under “Births” in “Simple English”. (Because it isn’t written in “normal” English! But I’ve checked other languages such as Dutch, Portuguese, Polish, German, French, Turkish or Spanish and oddly they all have it! (And no, I don’t know all these languages, I just translated the word birth if I wasn’t sure but most of the times it was quite obvious because you could read the numbers of the years.)) And for the Lord of the Rings fans among you, it’s also Sean Astin’s (Samwise Gamgee) birthday.

However, that was enough of my little tantrum over Wikipedia and now let’s get started with the imagines. Yes, they both share the same title and play almost simultaneously.

Please do not repost my work on other sites or platforms!

Fred x reader

You were sitting on your boyfriend’s couch while reading a book. He was still at work but hearing that it became more and more quiet downstairs you suggested they were about to close the shop. And really, only half an hour later the door was pushed open and Fred plopped down next to you resting his head in your lap. Although you knew there was no chance to continue reading, you tried to.

“We really missed you down there” Fred said and rubbed his face. You put the book aside but not before playfully hitting his chest with it.

“You mean emotionally or just because there was too much work?”

“Both” he groaned.

“Well I didn’t chose to become sick”

“And yet you did. How do you feel?” He sat up and took you in his lap, checking your temperature.

“Much better” you answered.

“Good” you could hear him chuckle and you knew he was up to something. He pecked your lips but you tried to pull away.

“What if you get sick too?” Fred snorted

“Doesn’t matter. I could take a day off too” you sighed and leaned the back of your head against his chest and you could feel him peppering kisses over your neck, making you a giggling mess.

“Freddie, stop. That tickles” you whined and tried to push him away but he wouldn’t let you.

“Why do you think I’m doing this?” again he chuckled but much to your relief he stopped what he was doing. Only moments after something covered your eyes and you tried to withhold him from

blindfolding you. Fred gently took hold of your wrists. “You trust me, right (Y/N)?” at this you simply nodded and let him do whatever he planned.

“But what if George or my friend burst in?”

“Don’t worry, they’re still in the shop” when he was done he turned you around so that you straddled his lap and gave your lips another peck. You were eagerly waiting for what he was doing next and you shrieked when something wet ran over your cheek. It took you a moment to realize that he was licking you and you slapped him away.

“Yuck, Fred stop. That’s disgusting” you ripped away the blindfold, what turned out to be his tie, and glared at him. He shrugged and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“You said you trusted me. Your bad”

George x reader

Working at the shop got easier and more difficult with each day. You didn’t know why that was or if you would get used to all of this one day. Maybe it was more difficult today because your friend was sick and didn’t help as usual. When it was finally time to close the shop it didn’t take Fred long to leave and run upstairs to check on your sick friend, leaving you and your boyfriend alone with all the work after closing time.

“I’ll be in the stockroom and start refilling” you told George and pressed a kiss to his lips. He nodded and went to the cashier’s desk. You entered the backroom and decided to start with the heavy boxes on the top. Having lowered one of them to the ground with the help of magic, you grabbed it and walked back to the shop itself. But you didn’t get far since someone wrapped their arms around you. You cried out in surprise but relaxed as soon as you realized that it was George. “Merlin’s beard! Never do that again”

“Do what, little one?” he chuckled and pulled you even closer. Before any of you really noticed it you turned around in the embrace and you were deepened in a fiery kiss. Soon your back hit something but it wasn’t a wall or a shelf. It was the stair-rail but neither of you minded. Soon George was assaulting your neck and collarbone with kisses. You had a feeling where would lead to and you pushed his head away.

“What if Fred comes back?”

“Oh I think he found some other occupation” George replied and soon his lips found yours again. He undid the knot of his tie but to your surprise he didn’t toss it away. When you reached for his collar to unbutton the shirt, he grabbed both of your wrists. In a matter of seconds he had you facing the stair-rail and tried to tie your hands to it. You were a little too surprised to fight back and George stopped. “You do trust me, don’t you?” he whispered in your ear.

“Y-yes” you replied.

“Good” Shortly after, he managed to bind your hands to the stair-rail and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “See you later, (Y/N)”

“George… what? Hey!” you exclaimed when he walked away.

“If I were you, I wouldn’t have trusted me”

#happy birthday #wikipedia rant

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onlycags · 4 years ago

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Valentine’s Day | Çağlar Söyüncü

Request: Can you just do one that’s like a Valentine’s Day smut with cags please

*It’s still Feb 13 here but I don’t give a fuck I’m posting this anyway*

Word Count: 725

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