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akkaweo-akkaweo · 2 years ago

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Caught in the Act

Park Jihyo x Hirai Momo x M!reader

Tags: smut, !mommy kink, slight humiliation, titfucking

WC: 1.7k

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Being a cameraman on a TWICE performance stage was always a challenge for you and the team. That was nine fancams you each had to deal with; it's a good thing they each have unique features that make it easy to tell them apart.

As the one more commonly assigned to Jihyo, it was pretty obvious what it was: her big, round eyes.

Who were you kidding, it was obviously her tits. With the intensity she danced with, it's difficult not to notice them bounce around. In fact, it was more challenging to anchor the camera on her face instead of her body, but this isn't your first rodeo, and you've gotten used to being mesmerized without being too obvious.

This time, however, while preparing for the set, Jihyo calls in Momo to ask help with one of their point choreos. It's no secret even seasoned teammates would be in awe of her dancing skills, despite having seen group after group. But if Jihyo was your favorite, Momo was most definitely a close second. Now, keeping focused on one TWICE bombshell was a challenge, but two of them? It was torture.

You couldn't make out what they were saying, nor were you able to actually pay attention to the choreo. All you could focus on while keeping the camera steady were both idols' chests barely staying in place with their particularly popping-focused choreo.

You snap back to reality as the director calls for the cameras to start rolling for the actual performance, but the thought never leaves you for a moment throughout the entire shoot.

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You sit in an empty room in the studio, ogling at the shaky phone cameera video you managed to sneak of that fateful moment: two of TWICE's best dancers practically showing off more than their skills.

Suddenly, you hear a flurry of footsteps from the corridor behind you.

"Are you sure this is the room, Jihyo? I'll wait outside the entrance to take a call, take your time."

"Yes, thank you manager-nim! Momoring, help me out here."

Panicked, you try to hide behind a nearby couch, but the door swings open a lot earlier than you expected, and your presence in the room is no longer concealable.

"Ai kkamjagiya! We're so sorry for disturbing!" Jihyo exclaims.

Momo butts in, "But since you're here, can you help us out? Jihyo left behind an earring in this room and we're trying to find it, since we have to return it to the company."

Nervously, you nod your head, still a little bit flustered seeing and talking to them. You set your phone on a counter and start looking with the two. After about ten minutes, as they check the dressing area, you sift through the cushions on the couch you tried to dive into and found the earring. Guess you would've been spotted either way.

"Here you go, sorry for bothering you," you say.

"Thank you so much! I'm not quite sure how to return the favor, but I'm sure we'll catch each other on another stage, I hope?..." Jihyo trails off.

"Um, Jihyo? I think I have an idea," Momo smirks as she holds your phone in her hands, unfortunately still unlocked at a freezeframe of both of them. Shit.

"So that was you! Well, I guess that explains why you were in this room then, wouldn't it?," Jihyo adds.

"Don't worry. You helped our leader, so I won't tell on you. But unfortunately, we're still gonna have to punish you," Momo says, walking towards you, her eyes focused on your pants. She makes quick work of unbuttoning your pants and pulling down your boxers, leaving you naked.

"What were you doing here, touching yourself to us dancing? Well, we'll let you do that as our thanks..." Momo says.

"I like how you think, Momo," Jihyo adds. "But, as your punishment, you're not allowed to cum. If you do, we have your phone and all the pictures we can take of you making a mess here. Let's see how long you last." Jihyo puts their song from earlier on speaker as they start taking off their hoodies, to reveal Jihyo in a sports bra and Momo in a baggy shirt with nothing underneath.

You're forced to watch Jihyo and Momo feel each other up as they giggle and poke each other in jest over their toned bodies. But the main show is them fondling each others breasts, stripping the other down until their chests are laid bare and massaging them almost as if they were mounds of dough. You could feel the pressure start to well at the base of your shaft, and you slow down your stroking, scared to lose to their game.

"Yah, who said you could slow down?," Jihyo barked, grabbing your dick from your hands and stroking the head at just the right speed to throw your head back in pleasure. Big mistake, because Momo was right behind you, ready to sandwich your face between her firm tits. "Look at him struggle, like a little baby boy. I guess you should call us your mommies now then, baby boy?," Momo added.

You could feel yourself fighting the urge to release with all your strength that sweat starts beading up on your forehead and back. But you recognize the bridge of the song, and you feel like you have just about a minute left to hold it in.

"Oh, almost done already? You're not getting away that easy. Momo, over here," Jihyo says, and Momo releases you from her suffocating grasp.

Suddenly, you feel a second hand grab at your throbbing member, as both of them start jerking you towards their racks, practically lined up for you.

"You're good," Jihyo remarks, "just a little longer and we'll let you cum."

"Hold it in for us, won't you? We don't want to end this quite yet," Momo adds.

The final chorus starts and you're struggling with every ounce of resolve you have not to finish, but every attempt to buck backward is futile, your legs trembling more and more. After what files like eternity, you feel an excruciatingly and numbingly long pause, as the music ends. It seems, unfortunately, their torment has also ended, leaving your orgasm ruined.

Momo breaks the silence, saying "Wow, you've been such a good boy. Consider your punishment over."

"Now for your actual reward," Jihyo says, adjusting their positions so that your still-twitching cock gets sandwiched between her tits, "how about you show us how you felt about our performance?"

Jihyo presses the handfuls of her breasts around your shaft, tight enough to stimulate you yet again. Momo spits on the tip, lubricating it with more than just precum. "You're such a lucky boy, receiving this from your mommies," Jihyo adds.

She continues to titfuck you, occasionally teasing your tip which would crest out from between her chest. Momo, on the other hand, slowly starts to stroke you from beneath Jihyo's chest, gesturing to her that she wanted to have her turn. This time, Momo didn't need to squeeze as much to tighten her grip on you, and your head most definitely stuck outside her tits, allowing her to leave her tongue out to tease you. Jihyo simply watches, keeping you aroused by running her fingers lightly across your abdomen and giggling everytime you shudder in pleasure.

Your moans of pleasure turn into heaving sighs as you approach your limit. The two idols laugh, excited to see what you've been holding back.

"Are you gonna cum now? Don't worry, we have just the thing for you," Momo says. She pulls in Jihyo by the wrist opposite her, both ladies now sitting at each of your sides, squeezing their chests together and using it to stroke you.

"But first, you're gonna have to ask us if you can, baby. How will we know if you're about to make a mess?," Jihyo teased.

The relentless stimulation for the past however-long-it's-been has left you speechless, yet you manage to hiss through your clenched teeth, "Please... let me... cum..."

Momo taunts, "What's that? We didn't quite catch that."

"Please... let me cum... mommies..."

"Good boy," Jihyo chirps. "Cum for us. Show us how much you want us. Give it to us."

It didn't take any more than the command to cum all over their chests, enough to still drip down your sides. This didn't seem to bother either of the two, rubbing it all inside their chests and giggling, before a ringtone comes from Jihyo's pocket.

"Oops, gotta go, looks like manager-nim is asking for an update. Oh well, no time to clean up now," Jihyo remarks, rushing to put on their clothes.

Momo takes a look at your phone and hands it back to you. "Don't worry, keep the video. Another way for us to say thanks," she adds, giving you a wink.

"See you next comeback, baby boy," Jihyo purrs before the two leave you, a soiled mess in the middle of an empty room.

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The next few days are absolute torture knowing you're unable to tell anyone about such a surreal experience. But one night, right as you get home and lay your shoes by the door, you receive two texts in order. To your shock, they come from two saved contacts you never saw before: "Mommy #1" and "Mommy #2".

Mommy #1's message read: "Hey baby boy ♥️ Surprise! We really can't forget what happened the other night. You seem like a good boy, so we wanted to offer you another game."

Mommy #2's message continues from the other's: "Our next stage is in 2 days. If you can guess who's who, maybe we'll give you another reward. ♥️ If you don't well... guess you're gonna miss the opportunity of a lifetime."

You take a big gulp.

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A/N: first time writing. sorry it's not imaginative enough just yet. hope you enjoy all the same!

also mohyo crumbs are literal molecules if only they had more shared moments

#kpop smut #girl group smut #twice smut #jihyo smut #momo smut #male reader

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keeheauxtales · 1 month ago

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S.I.S. (Self-Indulgent Series) | VOL. 1

“I’ll take a ‘me espresso,’ please?”🔞

☕️

MDNI

"I'm working late, 'cause I'm a singer Oh, he looks so cute wrapped 'round my finger." – "Espresso" | Sabrina Carpenter

pairing: barista!Keeho (soft dom switch vibes as per the usual) x musician!reader (fem-bodied switch vibes as per the usual!)

synopsis: after your routine weekly performance — and after Stephen’s regular shift — ends, feelings arise between the both of you that can’t be fixed with coffee… but can create similar lingering effects.

word count: ~3.5k

warnings + themes: [semi-]public sex, unprotected sex (y'all already know: wrap it irl), fingering, oral (f+m receiving), squirting, pussy slapping, multitasking (it'll make sense later), multiple orgasms (fem receiving), cum play, dirty talkin' for days, voice kink?

author's notes: Sabrina's smash hit is probably gonna be in the top ten of my Spotify Wrapped this year, and then FNC sends these boys to work a café? this is gonna be fun (and long)! lol I'm writing Keeho as a non-idol here (that might become kinda obvious), and will be using 'Stephen.' also this actually has a bit of a plot with a backstory? a rarity! there might just be a "Secret Sauce" reference if you squint.

🎧 Listen to FLO's entire Access All Areas: Unlocked album (even while reading this hehe)

"thank you all so much for listening and vibing with me!" you excitedly address your small, yet seemingly attentive crowd of customers as they either converse with others at their table, or type away on their laptops, among other things. the gig is a two hour acoustic set with a break in the middle, and you do an incredible job of adding a subtle soundtrack to the ambience of the café. "and don't forget to tip your baristas and cashiers; they work twice as hard as me, and deserve your support!"

you peer at the handsome barista with short black hair and a face that could end the entire modeling industry if he so chose, sporting a pair of specs that you could almost tell were merely for accessory. Stephen looks up from the shop's ordering screen over at you, as if to give a silent 'thank you' for the acknowledgment. like it was the first time you ever did it (you give a similar speech every week).

you had been going to this particular spot as solely a customer for over a year before the owner took heed to the covers you posted on your socials. she figured your soft, jazzy renditions of popular tunes such as Sabrina Carpenter's "Espresso" and Tyla's "Water" would be a nice change of pace from the constant Spotify mixes that normally go through their speakers — and she was right! there could be statistics that documented the uprising of foot-tapping and head-bopping that took place whenever you performed, if ever that was possible.

the person who seemed to enjoy you the most was that aforementioned fine ass barista. one thing about Stephen is that the guy can sing his damn self, and he'd inadvertently let anyone around him know it too! only hired a month after you technically, you grew to like him and his aura – and love his voice. if he unintentionally belted a few little ad-libs during an instrumental break, you'd intentionally loop that break a little longer until he'd stop himself.

unofficial collaborations were a frequent occurrence between you two, and today wasn't any different. you decided to try something you don't do often, and played a song completely instrumental. you follow each other on Instagram, and he mentioned how much he loves the British girl group FLO in his story. he even put "Walk Like This" as his Song Of The Day note before his shift. so after you mentioned to whoever was listening that you're still learning the lyrics to the song as it had just come out, you opted to do a fingerstyle version of "Bending My Rules."

you know who already knew all the lyrics – and the ad-libs – though? Stephen, and as incognito as he could possibly be, he was sangin'! you couldn't help smiling from ear to ear, feeling heat course your face (and maybe somewhere else much further south) as you hear a faint voice coasting through the song like he wrote it. he never leaves from behind the counter, yet each note that leaves his lips and seems to reach your ear only is smoother than the butter that compliments the shop's bestselling croissants.

in a rare occasion of him being a part of the later shift, Stephen clocks out for the night when you're done playing, and is able to actually talk to you for much longer than he normally would. a routine all on its own, he approaches you to talk about the set you just completed, every other sentence accompanied with a compliment on just how talented you are. and every single one of those compliments is reciprocated back from you to him, and today, he's blushing while receiving them!

"you learn songs so fast!" Stephen exclaims with a chuckle as he helps you pack your equipment. "that FLO song literally just dropped."

"I could say the exact same thing to you, Mr. 🎶 Are you coming over~ 🎶," you retaliate flirtatiously, copying the run from the record.

"ooh, okay!" Stephen playfully commends your vocal ability on a song you're 'still learning.' several minutes later, your equipment is packed and being wheeled by Stephen to your car that's parked in an alley on the side of the building. even when the conversation takes a turn after he manages to throw in a couple compliments in regard to your outfit (a classic fall ensemble that includes a leather mini skirt), the song is still clearly in his head as he periodically vamps on the line "🎶 I don't want nobody, nobody like I want you 🎶" from the chorus and bridge. you couldn't help but wonder if this was subliminal messaging, and by the time your hands brush against his while guiding your microphone stand into the back of your vehicle, you found your answer in his hooded eyes.

you were already internally grateful that was the last item you needed to load, and now even more so as you lock eyes with the man next to you. both of you took the hint as you secured your car to ensure safety. entering back inside the café, Stephen takes you by the hand to one of the gender-neutral restrooms that's for the staff. after locking the door behind him, he places you atop the counter.

licking his lips while looking down at you a bit shyly, he caresses your thighs before beginning to push them open, eyes asking for permission. you confirm by helping to lower your bottoms and undergarments to your ankles. "god, you're so wet," is the first and last thing out of Stephen's mouth before his lips meet yours.

instantly melting into his firm kisses, you wrap your arms around Stephen's broad shoulders as one of his large hands land on your neck, fingers softly gliding over the skin in contrast to the way his tongue invites itself into your mouth. with absolutely no protest, you open your mouth, a moan slipping out before even more moans are muffled by the evident hunger of your colleague.

you both are in such a heated rush that you barely have it in one another to briefly explain to each other how you two really got here in the first place. even if neither of your nether regions bothered to care at this particular moment, Stephen helps you discard his apron before he speaks. “I’ve been wanting a morsel of this since I first saw you in this damn café,” he confesses in between longing kisses between your lips and around your neck.

"fuck, me too…" you exhale in response, eyes fluttering and struggling to remain open against his advances. you then registered how this was the closest his handsome self and gorgeous voice has ever been to you, and almost would take this over your weekly check, you were so entranced by it all.

"yeah?" Stephen quizzes as he plants kisses further and further down your body. "have you been wanting to taste me as bad as I've been wanting to taste you?"

by the time he's finished asking this, his glasses are off on the other side of the counter, and his face is eye level with your dripping cunt. your charisma that you display with an instrument in front of you practically never ceases to remain — even when it's someone as attractive (and attracted) as Stephen beneath you. "you're the top flavor I've been dying to try, but it's never on the menu," you reply with a smirk, before shooting him a playful gaze.

Stephen smiles right back at you with his eyebrows raised, biting his lip as he attempts to come up with a witty enough comeback. however, with the clear opportunity sitting right in front of him, he opts to stick his tongue out, giving a teasing lick that sends goosebumps all over your body as a moan forces itself from the back of your throat.

your head bumps against the mirror behind you when Stephen's tongue is willingly trapped between your walls, going every direction but back out. his lips join in, kissing and sucking on your folds, and soon after, his hands grip roughly on your inner thighs to keep your legs open so that he doesn't need to stop… because there's only one thing that will stop him, and he'll go for hours if that's how long it takes for him to receive it.

you're whimpering now, in part because your remaining brain cell reminds you that your impatient, horny asses are still very much in each other's workplace. but also because you can't believe a guy this sweet could be so fucking filthy in anyone's heat, let alone yours. the moans and groans he manages in between licks of varying speeds and intensive slurps send you into some sort of astral projection.

no matter how hard he was trying, your legs shook to a point where they were forcing themselves to close. while Stephen wasn't wanting that, he was too preoccupied to grip his hands on them any tighter. in fact, the hold was loosening to a soft touch that served as a contrast to the way he was devouring you like he hadn't eaten all day.

"you're gonna make me cum, Steph, holy shit!" you exclaim at almost a whisper, fingers wedged in black strands of hair below you. you were slightly startled when he finally let up with a resounding pop, his mouth coated with your juices. that sight alone would've finished you right then and there, but you were secretly determined to hang on a little while longer.

"good," Stephen growls, staring up at you with such salacious eyes that bore into your glassy-eyed gaze. before anything else could be said, you're blankly staring at him as he takes two of his fingers and places them on his lips. acting as a type of lip balm of sorts, he traces those two fingers around his lips before they enter his mouth. you can't help but moan as he moans around them, sucking on them for a brief moment. before you knew it, they were gradually entering your cavern, and by the time the tips brushed against the cervix, that cavern was clenching around the entire length of his fingers.

"oh fuck, right there!" you spit out, hands still in Stephen's hair as you push his head forward. with your eyes squeezed shut, you feel his tongue lick your pussy again, this time collaborating with the ever-increasing pace of his fingers thrusting in and out. he sneaks in a couple more sucks on your folds before you feel heat pooling between your legs. "oh god, I'm cumming… fuck!" you announce mere seconds before sporadically thrusting upward.

while gasping in the midst of oncoming dizziness, you hear gushing along with loud, muffled moaning while still feeling Stephen in several ways. you soon realize that you had squirted all over him, and just like that you felt another orgasm rounding the corner. you feel a hand on the small of your arched back, vibrating as you become deprived of Stephen's mouth and fingers.

you both let some obscene exclamations slip from your lips at one another as Stephen raises himself up from the ground. you get one button undone from his shirt before you taste yourself. he's able to shove his tongue even deeper in your mouth than before while both of your hands meet to undo the belt of his slacks. it's messy, it's nasty, but it's somehow cathartic – even as saliva begins to escape from your mouth.

for a moment, heavy breathing is the only other sound heard in the restroom as pants fall to the floor. "I could pay rent in that pussy if you wanted me to, I fucking swear!" Stephen affirms, making you both chuckle as he pulls his drawers down to join his pants. you remain seated on the counter, frozen and wide-eyed as his hard cock pops out.

there's a short second where you wanna slap the smirk off his face at your initial reaction to his long dick greeting you. yet you wanted it inside you so bad that your hands gravitate to it, and Stephen lets you, his moans low while feeling you get acquainted.

one of his hands are placed on the mirror next to you, and the other joins both of yours around his cock to guide it to your entrance. he bends down to give a couple of kitty licks and wet kisses to your neck, all while the tip of his dick is slapped against your now soaked pussy repeatedly. he continues this until you're calling out his name.

"Steph…"

yet nothing changes, except he inches a bit more of his length atop your cunny, watching juices splash from it.

"Stephen."

he still doesn't proceed any further, smirking at you quite wickedly.

"Stephen! please! fuck me!" you beg, volume be damned.

"louder…" Stephen commands before his lips land on your earlobe, "I want you to be heard on the other side of this door."

"fuck me, Steph, please!!" there's precum dripping from him by this point, and you may or may not have started creaming by the time he bottoms out inside your cunt.

"yes, baby…" Stephen moans out as you clench around him, "let me know how much you've been wanting this dick inside you."

"s-so fucking much," you groan as you feel him finally move, your pussy barely able to handle the thickness.

"so tight," Stephen confirms as he works to increase his speed bit by bit.

"you're so big," you're finally able to tell him in between kisses along his neck.

"yet you're taking me so damn well," Stephen encourages as he continues to drive and pound into you, causing your moans to get louder. "good girl, let everyone know how good you're taking this dick."

"yeah, S-steph, don't fucking stop!" it drove you crazy how much hearing him talk like this was turning you on, and he seemed to grasp that (or he was just on one at this point).

you had no idea how, but not only had the volume of the music increased, but an even more recent version of "Bending My Rules" had begun playing that featured an artist you liked (DIXSON), and guess who even knew that verse well? the guy whose cock was repeatedly hitting your clit.

completely unprovoked, Stephen ran with the synchronic situation as he choked out some of the lyrics in your ear. "🎶 I'm thinkin' 'bout you…… Fiendin' for you…… Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout you. 🎶"

this song already had significant meaning for the both of you by now, but the both of you could hardly take your moans becoming accidental ad-libs to Stephen's solo performance. you know all too well about letting a singer have their moment, but that bundle of nerves was back in the pit of your stomach just ready to burst.

"f-fuck… h-have I ever… t-told you… just h-how p-perfect you sound, S-steph?" you ask him, staggering over half of those words.

as if on cue, DIXSON's verse started, and Stephen became the feature artist yet again.

"🎵 Girl, you're fucking perfect / Now make me nervous / You give me new purpose / It's more than lip service with you / Mm, we can do this shit too… I'm speakin' a new language with you / Can it just be us two? / If that's okay with you. 🎵"

in between each line being delivered, Stephen drilled incredibly ponderous thrusts into you (as singing while operating any instrument does take practice), and by the end of the bridge, your walls were clenching again at the same time that his dick began throbbing.

"I'm getting close, babygirl," Stephen whines, his forehead perspiring against yours.

"me… too… harder…" you whimper beneath him in time with each jab his cock gives, repeating your last word for emphasis. "harder… harder… fuck me harder, baby!"

before you began begging, Stephen had already begun picking up his pace. however, hearing you call him 'baby' for the first time set him completely the fuck off. his dick fucked into you harder, faster, and even a little deeper. before you could even try and warn him like before, he kisses you just as deeply, not easing up on that pussy for a moment.

his lips were to be a perfect muting device for the clamorous sounds you were preparing to let out. you could only think to yourself, oh god, here we fucking go again, before squirting around Stephen's cock, your cream covering it.

"mmm… oh my god, (y/n), I'm gonna cum…" Stephen proclaims, pulling out and getting the chance to actually see you squirt some more onto the floor before him. "shit… I wanna cum in your mouth."

"and… I want you to cum in my mouth, but I don't think I can move?" you reveal to Stephen, reminding him of just how fucked out (and fucked up) he had gotten you. he reaches underneath you to lift you off of the vanity, but you tell him to wait. he – as patiently as possible – awaits your next move, which was to put his glasses back on for him.

you both smile as he resumes adjusting your position to over by the toilet. you were feeling like the world's biggest whore as Stephen sat down on the bowl, mouth gaping as you wait for his permission to proceed… which he gives you by plopping the tip on your tongue.

you stick your tongue out a bit further, gulping before taking as much of him in your mouth as possible. you strain to keep your eyes open so you can peep his reactions to your hard work, and Stephen does not disappoint. "fuck, fuck, fuck…" he spits out as you moan around his length, receiving evidence of your release all over him, and he clocks that fact as well. "you get to taste yourself too… it's good, isn't it, babe?"

"mmhmm!" you reply before taking in even more of Stephen, feeling the tip brush against the back of your throat. fighting the battle (and losing), you gag around him in an effort to adjust to his girth. seeing the struggle get kinda real down there for you spurred him on, and you eyeballing how he's intently observing you through those circular frames made your legs weaker than they already had been.

if you wanted me to bust again, you could've just said so, you think as Stephen unbuttons the rest of his shirt and discards it by the sink. you moan at the sight of the sweat glistening his skin before dragging one of your hands along it. the other hand begins to stroke his dick with more momentum than either one of you thought you had at this point.

Stephen groans your name before he starts teasing you with something you said earlier. "you said… I had the 'top flavor,' right, doll?"

you both giggle before you answer, "I did," nodding up at him with a grin while your wrapped hand continues moving.

"are you ready to taste it?" he asks, voice beginning to tremble as he threads a hand in your hair.

"I've been ready, babe…" you claim with a seductive wink, placing your tongue right underneath the tip before he could think to maneuver your head himself.

"fuck! here it is…" Stephen pants, his eyes shut before the majority of his load of cum lands directly in your mouth, with a few drops landing along your face. you swallowed a portion before gesturing with your fingers for him to lean closer to you. still panting and recovering, he leans forward.

with the little strength you had recovered, you get on your knees, placing one of your hands on his thighs for support before kissing him. hushed moans of varying degrees leave the both of you as you deliver a helping of his seed in his mouth.

it's still messy, it's definitely nasty, but it's damn stimulating – more than any coffee bean could be.

epilogue

after helping Stephen clean up the restroom, and him leaving to check on the shop before closing it up for the night, you're both back in your car… well, kinda. you're almost completely in the driver's seat, with a leg resting outside.

Stephen? he's completely outside next to that leg, on his knees, planting some final kisses for the night. he started on the inner skin of your thighs, journeying up your stomach, and even giving your breasts some love. you let a couple moans slip from your lips as he bites some hickeys into your neck, and those kisses of each other's lips have not lost their intensity in the slightest, the both of you taking turns biting each other’s bottom lips.

"fuck, Stephen," you breathe out, "go home before we end up doing this at my place."

"that sounds like a good idea for the near future," he notes, standing up with your help before leaning down toward you in your seated position. "speaking of, so I'll see you next week?" he asks, planting one more kiss on a knuckle on your hand, firmly dragging said hand along your clothed pussy lips before letting go completely.

"ahh shit…" you start and trail off before turning on your car's ignition, "you'll see me tomorrow if you're working."

"yeah, I'm working tomorrow," Stephen verifies with a smirk and a kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear, "and I'll have that double shot of espresso ready for you as soon as I see you."

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munsonsprincess11111 · 11 months ago

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Secrets.

Eddie munson x reader

Summary: OK so in this we're gonna say Eddie survived his name got cleared the earth quake didn't happen. You and Eddie are secretly dating as your Dustin sister. You know about the upside down but avoided it this time and after Eddie's gone to the upside down and his names cleared he comes straight to you.

1:53 am the clock shone on your night stand. You hadn't seen Dustin in a week as u refused to help with the upside down this time due to nearly losing your life the last time. You tried to talk Eddie out of it but he didn't listen. You hadn't seen him either.

You and Eddie have been secretly dating from everyone Dustin included. For around 7 months now.

You'd heard on the news that Eddie's name had been cleared by new evidence that came to light. Proving it was Jason carver. You and all your friend knew it was vecna and the upside down. But if Jason taking the blame kept Eddie safe then that's what you'd agree with.

However no one had seen or heard from Eddie still. Some say he's dead. Some say he ran way out of Indiana. Not even you know as you haven't seen Dustin either. The television was on in the living room you could hear from your bed. Your mom hadn't been sleeping properly since Dustin has been missing aswell.

Your eyes slowly start to shut when there is a loud bang on the door. Your eyes snap back open throwing your self out of bed grabbing your dressing gown and running to the living room. You saw your mum clench her blanket over her as she looked at the door.

You grabbed the baseball bat you'd put by thr front door despite your mom's protests. You peek through the peep hole to see two curly haired people stood outside. Short scruffy curls and short. Long scruffy curls and tall. You immediately drop the bat quickly unlocking the door. Your mom still looking over.

You swing the door open "oh my god" you say grabbing Dustin and pulling him in for a hug. He hugs you smiling. He has a few cuts and marks and a slight limp. When your mum sees him she runs over. You let him go and he immediately welcomes your mom. Her eyes well with tears and she mumbles thanks yous and other things.

The other person let's out a content sigh head resting on the door frame. Only then do you turn and lock eyes with him as he was starring at you. Your mouth falls open at the sight of Eddie. Clothes torn. Covered in blood. Bandage around his stomach. Mouth covered in blood. Black eye. And a cut around his neck.

Your eyes well with tears at the sight of him. Eddie puts one arm out gently grabbing your shoulder and pulling you in. Your head goes onto his shoulder as you sob. He puts one arm around your shoulders keeping you close kissing your head. Both your arms go around his neck as you sob holding him.

He stands up straight so he can hold you properly. He sways will you hugging you ignoring the pain of standing fully. Cause he needs this. "I thought I'd lost you." You sob holding him tighter. He then kisses your head again resting his head on your shoulder turning his face to kiss your neck.

"Can't get rid of me that easily babe." HE smirks trying to lighten the mood. You stay like that for a few more minutes as Eddie sways you side to side.

"You stink." You sniffle as you calm down. Still not letting go of the boy.

"Thanks babe." HE replies rolling his eyes.

Your mom let's Eddie shower to get the, mud and god knows what else off of himself. You dig out the first aid kit. As Eddie gets out the shower he's greeted by you and the first aid kit.

You help him dry off in the most painless way. "Kay arms up." You say getting him to lift this arms up. You gently clean off the area that had what looked like chunks of skin missing from either side of his body.

Eddie hisses in pain and you apologise non stop. Then wrapping a bandage around his stomach. Add the tape and kissing both sides of his stomach. Then rebandaging his arm. Then his leg. He rewraps his towel around his waist and he hobbles into your bedroom.

He goes to change into clothes he'd given you of his. Now seems like the time you need to tell Dustin. You knock on Dustin bedroom door and he tells you to come in.

"I need to tell you something. You can't get mad. Me and Eddie are dating." You blurt our quicker then you can guess.

"Already knew. When Eddie thought he was gonna die he told me. I'm happy for you guys but you could've told me." Dustin confesses.

You let out a breathy laugh of relief. "Idiot." You say

"Isn't he just" Dustin says with a laugh.

You exit Dustin room and walk into your own bedroom. Nothing your mom sleeping peacefully in her own knowing Dustin was safe. You walk in and see Eddie laying on your bed still with his towel around his waist.

"SO ya told Dustin huh?" You ask Eddie closing your bedroom door.

"Well when I thought I was gonna die I kinda told him. And then the two days after when my name was getting cleared I told him more. Like how we've been dating for 7 months. We've been on dates just that kinda stuff." Eddie answers still laying on your bed his hair now damp.

You nod walking over to Eddie laying next to him. He looks over and rolls on to his side hissing when he knocks his arm. He lifts his hand to you face and kisses you sweetly. Your hand goes to his neck as you kiss him back keeping him close not wanting him to stop.

"I love you. So fucking much." Eddie says against your lips.

"I love you too." You say pecking his lips.

He slides on a pair of boxers he once left at your place and climbs under your duvet snuggling up next to you. You both drift of to sleep mumbling hoe you love eachother and exchanging sleepy kisses.

#eddie m #eddie munson thoughts #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie x you #rockstar eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie stranger things

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ofsunnydays-and-moonlitnights · 23 days ago

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The school!!!! from Of Playful Days and Silent Nights!

I made the school in my DCA Teacher au in the sims, it's a very small primary school with 3 classrooms and a preschool/nursery class.

If you have the sims (the basegame is free btw) you can check it out (secrets and all) in the gallery under the name KEZI'S DCA TEACHER AU (I was gonna add school but ran out of space). There's a lot of cool things and secrets included that I can't show you this way.

It's all base game because that's all I have on my steamdeck atm (I usually play xbox) but I used the moveobjects cheat and the debug unlock items cheat, it's listed and hopefully functional as a library cuz making schools is not an option sadly.

Extra pictures and descriptions below the cut ^-^

Above is the outside and the general layout. Front and center is the office/reception to the right is the cloakroom, toilets and cafeteria. forward is the staff room, left is the headmasters office, going up from there and left is the first classroom, the history class, (all the classes teach the basics (maths, english etc.) but they specilase in a perticular subject) next classroom is art.

The final one at the end of the hallway is Y/N's class room which is space themed, then to the right is the pre-school class that Sun takes care of. The play ground is accesable from the cloak room, the Hallway and the preschool classroom. it starts at the little kids area, which is a closed off space with a play house, toy cars, a pirate boat jungle gym and a sandbox all for the 3-4 year olds to play in.

A close up of diffrent angles.

Here is Sun's preschool classroom. Fun and colourful like him!

Here is Y/N's space class room! It's hard to show in screenshots but our class is filled with space pictures and with a whole shelf of space trinkets owo

#fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #of playful days and Silent nights #of days and nights #teacher au

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galacticstationsblog · 2 months ago

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A Playful Land book 3 rewrite with My ocs

Night had fully fallen over Playful Land, casting a soft, dreamlike glow across the park’s attractions. The group of NRC scholars stood in the quiet plaza, the gentle lighting from colorful lamp posts casting a warm glow on their tired, smiling faces. They looked worn out but content, basking in the thrill of a day spent exploring the park.

“Whew… What. A. Day!”Ace exclaimed, stretching his arms above his head and rolling his shoulders. His face was flushed with exhilaration and just a touch of exhaustion.

“I can’t believe it’s this dark already. We really played from sunup to sunset! The rollercoaster you mentioned, and that pool hall Ortho recommended—they were both super fun!” Kalim chimed in, eyes wide with lingering excitement as he recalled the day’s highlights.

Ortho nodded, his eyes glowing faintly in the dim light as he shared his own favorite moments. “I was surprised at how fascinating the Seafloor Stroll was! It was also amazing riding the Ferris wheel with you and Yuki too!”

One by one, the group shared their joy, recounting favorite moments from the day. Even those who had initially been skeptical of the trip admitted they’d had a fantastic time. However, as the energy began to settle, a few students mentioned they were ready to head back, fatigue finally overtaking their excitement.

“Aww, are we leavin’ already? I wanted to play some more…” Grim whined, his ears drooping as his tail flicked in disappointment.

Ace shook his head, though he couldn’t help but grin at Grim’s enthusiasm. “I get it, but we REALLY gotta get back. If I’m not back at my dorm before lights-out, no amount of covering from Trey and Cater is gonna save me.” Despite his words, there was a lighthearted glint in his eye. Kneeling down, he gave Grim a reassuring smile. “If you haven’t had enough, we can always come back tomorrow.”

Grim’s face immediately brightened, his ears perking up as he grinned from ear to ear. “Ooh! I like the sound of that. I’m in!”

“I can’t wait for tomorrow,” Yuki murmured, a soft smile on their face.

“Right? We can just ask Fellow for more tickets, and… Uh… say, where is Fellow, anyway?” Ace asked, glancing around the now-empty plaza.

“I haven’t seen him since the show ended. How about the rest of you?” Ortho’s face held a slight frown as he scanned the area.

“Ditto. Haven’t seen him or Gidel,” Leona added, crossing his arms as he looked around with a slight hint of suspicion.

Lilia raised an eyebrow, looking thoughtful. “It would be rude to leave without thanking Fellow for his generous hospitality. Let’s all look for him, shall we?”

The group began to disperse in search of the elusive fox-like man who had orchestrated their magical day. But as they spread out, Via quietly approached Yuki and Grim, tapping Yuki’s shoulder and Grim’s hat to catch their attention.

“Hey, before we look for Fellow, there’s something I want to show you two. It’s… work-related,” she said with a mysterious glint in her eye, gesturing to a nearby tent. Her tone was calm, but her choice of words made Yuki and Grim exchange a quick, knowing glance. “Work-related” was code for—possibly something linked to the strange occurrences they’d encountered in the past, or perhaps information that could unlock some secrets.

Grim, intrigued, bolted over to Via without a second thought, his excitement barely contained. Yuki hesitated, glancing at the others. But with a deep breath, they slipped away, joining Via and Grim as they entered the tent. besides They did promise to keep Via’s “other job” a secret, it's not like anything bad would happen if They separated from the group for a while.

Inside, the atmosphere was both whimsical and eerie. Colorful boxes stacked high around them, while puppets of all shapes and sizes seemed to stare down from every angle. Some puppets resemble humans, others animals, and a few even took on the forms of mythical creatures. They appeared frozen mid-performance, as though waiting for an unseen puppeteer to bring them to life. Grim’s curiosity got the better of him, and he hopped onto one of the boxes, pawing at the nearest puppet with wide eyes.

Yuki, however, noticed a box filled to the brim with tickets that looked identical to the ones they’d been given at the start of the day.

“Hey, those look like the tickets that Fellow guy gave us—the ones that gave us unlimited access to the park!” Grim peered over Yuki’s shoulder, his tone a mix of excitement and confusion.

“I thought Fellow said these were limited…” Yuki murmured, frowning as they rifled through the box. Each ticket was marked the same as theirs—unlimited access—but there wasn’t a single “regular” ticket among them.

“Is this what you wanted to show us, Via?” Grim asked, sounding slightly disappointed it wasn’t a discovery involving food. But when he received no response, he and Yuki turned to find Via peeking through a slit in the tent’s curtain, her expression serious and her gaze intense.

“What are you looking at—” Yuki began, but a sudden, loud noise cut them off, causing them to jump. The sound reverberated from outside the tent, sharp and metallic, like something heavy slamming into a wall. Grim’s fur puffed up as he clung to Yuki.

“MRAH?! WHAT WAS THAT?!?” he shrieked.

Heart racing, Yuki scooped Grim into their arms and hurried to Via’s side. Crouching down, they peered out of the tent, their eyes adjusting to the dimly lit scene outside.

At the entrance to the plaza, Jade and Lilia were furiously blasting spells at a massive metal door that had somehow appeared, blocking their exit. Heavy, intimidating locks and chains crisscrossed the doorway, sealing it shut. The locks glowed faintly, suggesting some sort of enchanted barrier.

Via’s eyes narrowed as she whispered to Yuki, her voice barely audible, “Looks like we might be staying longer than planned…”

…

As the enchanted blasts collided with the metal door, sparks erupted and the chains rattled violently, filling the air with sharp, metallic clangs that echoed through the quiet plaza. Ace stood a few paces back, watching in shock as Jade and Lilia took turns blasting the door without a hint of hesitation.

“Guys, come on! No need to go that far!” he shouted, his eyes wide as he watched another magical explosion strike the heavy barrier, sending a ripple of energy through the air.

Lilia looked over his shoulder at Ace, still smiling as if they were in the middle of a friendly sparring match. “Don’t be silly. When you sense danger, you should act immediately. That’s the key to survival.” Without missing a beat, he turned back to the door and fired off another blast, the vivid green light of his magic illuminating his face.

Jade chuckled, his usually calm demeanor replaced with a wicked glint in his eyes. “I’m not a fan of brute force myself, but sometimes sacrifices must be made.” He raised his hand, his magic coiling into a blue glow before he sent it forward in a powerful surge, causing another resounding crash against the barrier.

“As loath as I am to resort to this,” Lilia added, his tone unusually serious yet unmistakably amused, “it’s the only way to ensure we return to school in a timely manner!” With that, he unleashed a larger blast, the magic twisting and spiraling as it struck the door with a thunderous impact. The door shuddered, yet the chains held tight, refusing to budge.

Vil, who had been watching the chaos with arms crossed and a slight frown, sighed and shook his head. “Please, you two are both having a field day, and you know it. Don’t come crying to us when the park sends you the repair bill.”

Ace groaned, his hand running through his hair as he took in the chaos. “This is getting out of hand… Are you doing alright, Yuki—”

But as he turned, his voice faltered. Yuki wasn’t by his side. He glanced around, expecting to spot them just a few steps away, but Yuki was nowhere in sight. Grim, too, was missing, as was Via. Ace’s heart skipped a beat, a strange sense of dread creeping in as he scanned the group, trying to recall the last time he’d seen them.

“Wait… Where’s Yuki? And Grim? And…Via” His voice trailed off as the realization hit him fully, the chill of worry settling over him.

The sudden realization that Yuki, Grim, and Via were missing sent a ripple of tension through the group, concern etched on their faces.

“What do you mean they’re not here? They were just with us,” Carter said, his brow furrowing.

“They might have just wandered off,” Trey suggested, trying to keep his tone calm, though a flicker of worry passed over his face. “Maybe they went to use the restroom or something.”

“Yeah, that’s probably it,” Kalim agreed, trying to sound cheerful, but his gaze darted anxiously around the eerily quiet amusement park. “They’ll be back any minute!”

“Or maybe they got lost?” Floyd offered with a smirk, though even his usual playful demeanor seemed subdued. “You know how those three can be.”

“Don’t joke about that!” Jack snapped, his voice edged with concern. “What if something really happened to them?”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions,” Vil interjected sharply, his expression stern. “They could just be delayed. We can’t lose our heads over this.”

“But what if they didn’t take the right path?” Ortho added, his usually calm voice tinged with worry. “They could be wandering around, looking for us.”

“Or maybe Grim got distracted by something shiny, and Yuki and Via had to chase after him,” Leona muttered, crossing his arms, though his usual sarcasm held a hint of worry.

Before they could speculate further, a loud explosion echoed behind them, followed by the clatter of metal as a heavy lock fell to the ground.

“Whew… That’s one lock busted,” Lilia announced, straightening up as he caught his breath.

“These locks are incredibly sturdy,” Jade added, examining one closely. “Are they made from some kind of anti-magic material?”

Just then, his body suddenly went stiff, his expression frozen mid-sentence. Lilia slumped over next to him, both of them clutching their faces as they groaned in pain. The rest of the group hurried over, concern etched on their faces.

“Jade, Lilia, are you okay?” Ace asked, his voice laced with alarm. “You both look like you’re in a lot of pain…”

As they got closer, the group noticed something strange—a half-mask, resembling twisted wood, had appeared on each of their faces.

“Ugh. What’s up with your face, Jade?” Floyd remarked, sounding half-annoyed, half-concerned. “You’ve got some kinda weird branch stuck to it.”

“You do too, Lilia!” Cater exclaimed, his eyes wide.

Ace crossed his arms, trying to mask his worry with a smirk. “All right, come on, you two—where’d you get those things? I was worried when you both started groaning, but let me guess: you’re just trying to give us a good scare, aren’t you?”

“Oooh! So that’s what’s going on!” Kalim grinned, relief flooding his face. “You had me going for a second! That’s a neat accessory. Can I try it on—?”

“I can’t move!” Jade’s voice came out strained, panic edging his usually calm tone. His body seemed completely rigid.

“Nor can I!” Lilia managed through gritted teeth. “It’s as if… my body isn’t my own.”

The group’s casual amusement vanished, replaced by a collective wave of alarm.

“WHAT?!” The realization struck them all, deepening their concern and confusion. First, the once-busy amusement park had become a ghost town; now, locks barred the exits, and their friends were frozen in place with strange, immovable masks.

“Okay, enough with the jokes. I’m taking that ridiculous thing off you,” Leona said, his patience finally snapping as he reached out toward Lilia’s mask.

“Wait!” Ortho stepped forward, his face serious as he scanned the masks with a soft whirring noise. “I just ran a scan… That wood isn’t just affixed to their skin. It’s actually rooted in their faces. If you try to pull it off, you could seriously hurt them!”

“What do you mean ‘rooted’ in their faces?” Leona demanded, his voice sharp as he withdrew his hand.

Before they could fully process this, the sound of footsteps echoed from the nearby walkway. Two figures stepped into view: a tall beastman with a cunning glint in his eyes, and a shorter, broad-shouldered beastman following close behind. It was none other than Fellow Honest, the notorious manager of Playful Land, and his loyal assistant, Gidel.

“My, my,” Fellow greeted them with a sly smile, crossing his arms as he looked them over. “So this is where you young scholars scuttled off to.”

The group looked at him with a mix of hope and suspicion. Despite his unsettling demeanor, he was an authority figure here. Maybe he could help.

“Ah, Fellow! You came at a good time,” Kalim said quickly, his voice filled with worry. “Can you help us? Jade and Lilia are in serious trouble! They’ve got this weird wood growing out of their faces, and we can’t pull it off!”

“Oh dear. How terrible!” Fellow said with an exaggerated frown. He turned to Gidel and snapped his fingers. “Quick, Gidel! The notebook!”

Gidel nodded and produced a notebook, stepping over to inspect Jade and Lilia while scribbling down notes. The two beastmen examined the masks with exaggerated concern.

“…Hmm,” Fellow finally said, tilting his head thoughtfully. “Just as I thought. I’m afraid it’s too late.”

The group’s eyes widened, panic rising. “Too late?” Cater echoed, his voice shaking. “What do you mean, ‘too late’?!”

Kalim took a step forward, desperation in his eyes. “Don’t say that! Please, you have to help them!”

Fellow’s face twisted into a sneer, his faux-concern fading as he spoke in a darker, more mocking tone. “Do I, now? But I thought you all were having a splendid time here in Playful Land. Skipping school, ignoring the warnings of those around you…” He leaned in, his eyes glinting maliciously. “And only now that you’re in trouble, you start having second thoughts?”

His words sent a chill through the group. The friendly amusement park manager they’d met was gone, replaced by someone cruel and twisted.

“…It’s too late for that, you little twerps!” Fellow snapped, his smile stretching into a sinister grin.

The group’s expressions shifted to shock, a creeping horror settling over them as the truth began to dawn.

…

Hidden in the shadows, Via, Grim, and Yuki watched the tense scene unfold as Fellow Honest sneered at the group, the sinister glint in his eyes revealing his true intentions.

“So I was right… he really is a wolf in sheep’s clothing…” Via muttered, her voice low as she took in the scene. “…Well, a fox in sheep’s clothing, but you get the point.”

Beside her, Grim’s eyes blazed with indignation. “You mean to tell me this whole time Fellow had played us?! Grrr, that jerk! How dare he make a fool out of the great Grim!” he huffed, his fur bristling with fury as his tail lashed back and forth.

Yuki, who had been silent, looked down, the weight of realization hitting her like a ton of bricks. “I can’t believe it… we fell for a trap… an obvious one, at that.” She bit her lip, feeling a surge of shame. The signs had been there all along—Fellow’s smooth-talking, the strangely empty park, the odd rules… How had she missed it? She should have been more cautious, more aware.

Her spiraling thoughts were interrupted when she felt a gentle pat on her head. She glanced up to see Via giving her an encouraging smile.

“Hey, you shouldn’t blame yourself, Yuki,” Via said softly. “After everything you’ve been through back at school, an offer like this—a day at an amusement park, free of charge—anyone would be tempted. Even I couldn’t resist.” She gave a small, rueful laugh. “Besides, who wouldn’t jump at the chance to enjoy a place like this without having to pay for anything?”

Yuki managed a small smile in return, but the nagging guilt didn’t completely leave her. Her gaze shifted back to the group just in time to see the gang running off while being chased by Puppets dress as policemen,

“Seems like now it’s the best time to reunite with the group” Via States as she walk off to the other side of the tent, Pulling out her wand like brush to create a door that could hopefully lead them to where the other could be hiding while Grim and Yuki followed behind, But suddenly Via stops in her tracks and looks at Yuki and Grim.

“If they ask for our whereabouts…just say we got pulled away by a group of puppets but managed to escape..” Via suggested Causing both The Prefect and Cat to Nod as the continued their way to head back to the group

…

The group huddled in the dim alley, panting from their desperate escape from the relentless puppet police.

“I… I think we’re finally rid of them,” Carter gasped, leaning against the wall to catch his breath.

“Geez Louise, those puppets just wouldn’t let up…! We kept shaking them off, and they just kept coming back,” Ace complained, wiping sweat from his brow. He turned to Ortho, suspicion edging his voice. “Those were all the puppets that we saw working here, huh?”

Ortho nodded, looking equally rattled. “Yeah. They turned aggressive so suddenly…”

Suddenly, a shrill, blood-curdling scream echoed through the park, startling the group. Peeking out from the alley, they saw a horrifying sight—people being chased down by puppets or, even worse, transforming into puppets themselves as they begged and pleaded to go home.

“It’s the other visitors,” Ortho said, his voice shaking. “Their bodies are being covered in wood… They’re turning into puppets!”

Jack’s eyes widened. “That would explain why the park seemed so empty…”

Leona scowled, crossing his arms. “Looks like they’ve already turned everyone else into puppets and hauled ’em off.”

Ace’s stomach twisted as a chilling thought struck him, one he couldn’t ignore. His voice wavered as he turned to the others. “Guys… you don’t think Yuki and the others… were…”

But before his dreadful thought could fully take shape, a familiar voice cut through the tension.

“Oh, thank the Seven, I found you guys!” Via called from the end of the alley, stepping out from what looked like a door drawn onto the wall. Relief flooded her face as she waved, and behind her, Yuki and Grim followed.

The group spun around at the sound of Via’s voice, each expression morphing from shock to relief as they took in the sight of their friends, safe and sound.

“You guys!” Ace blurted, his voice tinged with both exasperation and relief. “Where have you been? We thought—”

“We thought you were turned into puppets too,” Jack finished, his usual cool demeanor slipping just a little as he gave them a quick once-over, ensuring they were truly unharmed.

Grim puffed out his chest, brushing off the concern with a dramatic huff. “Hah! As if some wooden goons could catch the great Grim! We just had a… minor detour.” He cast a sideways glance at Via, who simply smiled and nodded as if to confirm his story.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Via said, quickly filling in the blanks. “We got pulled aside by a group of those puppet police. But we managed to escape before things got out of hand.”

Ace narrowed his eyes, not entirely convinced. “And you just happened to find a door that led right to us?”

Via grinned and tapped her wand-like brush. “Let’s just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Now’s not the time to question good luck, right?”

Leona scoffed, folding his arms. “Whatever. We don’t have time for explanations anyway.” His gaze shifted to the chaos unfolding around them as more screams echoed through the park. “This whole place is falling apart. We need to get out of here before we’re next.”

“Yeah, but there’s not much we can do, especially without a phone signal…” Carter sighed, glancing down at the phone in his hand, the screen stubbornly displaying ‘No Service.’

“I wish we could contact the school. Getting caught cutting class is definitely the least of our concerns now!” Ace chimed in, his frustration palpable as he fumbled with his own phone, hoping for a miracle that never came.

“Okay, I can try hacking into the park’s network,” Ortho offered, his brows furrowed in concentration. He closed his eyes as virtually screens appeared around him, begging the process of entering through the network. For a moment, the group held their breath, but then—

A loud alarm blared through the park, causing everyone to jump. Ortho’s eyes snapped open, bewildered. “Huh? I failed to get in? ME?” He glared at the virtual screen as if it were the source of his betrayal. He tried again, but each attempt was met with an error message that only seemed to grow more frequent and frantic. “This is weird. I keep getting kicked off. It’s like there’s a powerful jammer set up somewhere in this park.”

“Ah, geez… That means we can’t get through to anyone on the outside!” Jack exclaimed, his voice rising in panic.

“Tch. Guess they’ve covered their bases to ensure no inconvenient intel makes it out of here,” Leona added, crossing his arms tightly across his chest, his expression darkening.

“So uh, I’ve got some other bad news on top of the whole communication thing,” Floyd said, his tone grave as he joined the group. “There were seabirds flying around earlier today, but now there ain’t any. I think the park’s on the move.”

“Huh?” The entire group echoed, disbelief spreading across their faces.

“I’ll go look over the wall with Leona and Via. You boys wait here—and stay hidden,” Floyd instructed, his expression resolute.

Leona and Via nodded in agreement, and together, the three of them approached the tall, barricaded wall that surrounded the amusement park. They climbed up to get a better view of what lay beyond, and as they peered over the edge, their hearts sank at the sight that greeted them.

The port of Sage Island was no longer visible. Instead, a vast, unsettling expanse of water stretched out before them, churning ominously beneath a murky sky. No land in sight, only the eerie solitude of the ocean.

“Bad news, all right,” Leona muttered, shaking his head in disbelief as he climbed back down. “Floyd called it. The playful land’s present location is… in the middle of the ocean.”

“The middle of the ocean?!” Ortho and Jack exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with shock.

“Yeah, there’s no sign of land, which can only mean that the park is currently at a Nemo point…” Via explained, tugging nervously at the ribbons of her attire, her eyes wide with worry.

“The park may have departed Sage’s Island the instant we set foot through the gate,” Vil added, his voice steady but laced with urgency.

“Seriously?! We’ve been totally played!” Ace shouted, his frustration boiling over as he ran a hand through his hair.

“That’s what I said!!” Grim chimed in angrily, his fur bristling at the revelation.

“By the time visitors realize something’s wrong, they’ve been cut off from the outside world. The park’s long gone, and the only thing the rest of the world sees are all the fun pictures and posts about it…” Ace continued, his mind racing as he began to piece everything together. “No wonder people call this place illusionary!”

“It’s a trap disguised as a fun getaway…” Yuki added, her voice trembling slightly as she looked around nervously, the enormity of their predicament sinking in.

“Considering how slick this whole setup is, whoever’s the mastermind behind it must be an old hand at this,” Trey remarked, his brow furrowing in thought. “What do we do now?”

A heavy silence fell over the group as they processed the gravity of their situation. The laughter and joy that once filled the park now felt like a distant memory, replaced by an unsettling atmosphere thick with tension. They were in a race against time, trapped in a place designed to lure them in and keep them away from the outside world. Each of them could feel the weight of their choices pressing down on them, urging them to act before it was too late.

The sudden crackle of static filled the air, silencing the chatter and hustle of the bustling theme park. Overhead, the PA system came alive with a loud hum, and an all-too-familiar voice echoed through the park. The group of students froze in their tracks, listening as the voice began to speak.

“May we have your attention, please? This is a lost child announcement!”

“That voice… Fellow?!” Kalim’s eyes widened as he recognized the mocking tone, his finger pointing up toward the speakers in disbelief.

“It’s coming from the PA. He must be broadcasting it across the whole park,” Jack growled, his fur bristling as he clenched his fists.

Fellow’s voice resumed, dripping with mockery, “Paging the simpleton students from Night Raven College. Attention, simpleton students…”

A pause followed, long enough for them to feel a surge of irritation rising. Then, in a singsong voice, Fellow continued, “Your friends are waiting for youuu! ‘Oh, I’m so lonely! Oh, I’m so scared!’ They’re crying ever so pitifully as they wait for you to come get them! I can assure you, it’s quite obnoxious to listen to, so come get them soooon! Ha ha ha ha ha!” His laughter filled the air, sharp and cruel, and it only fueled the anger simmering among the group.

The group exchanged glances, each face reflecting the same mix of annoyance and frustration.

“Ahem… Anyway, you precious little darlings have nowhere to run or hide as long as you’re our guest in Playful Land,” Fellow’s voice continued, his tone shifting into something coldly mocking. “You can make this a lot easier on yourselves by giving up this pointless show of resistance and turning yourselves in quietly. This has been a public service announcement courtesy of the friendly Fellow Honest. I hope you continue to enjoy your time in Playful Land. Hah hahahahahaha…!”

With one final laugh, the announcement ended, leaving the group in heavy silence, the mocking echo of his laughter still hanging in the air.

That jerk…

Jack clenched his teeth, his fist raised as he growled out, “He’s going out of his way to get under our skin!”

“Was that entire speech just his way of taunting us? The nerve!” Vil’s voice was laced with irritation, his eyes narrowing in disgust.

“I wish I could put the squeeze on botha those guys right now…” Floyd’s smile twisted into something dark and threatening, his gaze unfocused as if imagining the ways he could make them pay.

Ortho, eyes glowing with determination, suddenly piped up, “And I wish I could fry them with my beam!”

Before anyone could respond, Kalim raised a hand, looking troubled. “But, but… I don’t get it…” His brows knitted together with genuine concern. “Why does Fellow want to turn us into puppets?”

Ace rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Who knows? Sitting around and overthinking isn’t going to help us.” His gaze sharpened, his tone snapping with resolve. “Right now, we’ve got one job, right?”

Kalim’s face lit up, clearly inspired. “Ah… yeah, you’re totally right!” A determined smile spread across his face. “Let’s go see Fellow and talk him out of this!”

“NOT THAT!” Ace’s shout rang out as he stared at Kalim with an expression that screamed, Are you for real right now?!

Via stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Kalim’s shoulder, a comforting yet serious look on her face. “I’m sure under normal circumstances, talking sense into someone might work, but considering the threat of our situation… peace is not an option right now.”

“Via’s right,” Ace said, rolling his eyes. “Besides, if we tried to talk it out, he’d just capture us and go on gloating about what stupid twerps we are, ‘Ha ha ha,’ so on and so forth.” A mischievous smirk crept onto Ace’s face. “What I MEANT was…” His grin grew wider, dark with intent. “We find Fellow and give him a royal beatdown.”

“What?! A beatdown?!” Kalim’s eyes went wide, looking at Ace with shock.

“Yeah. We beat him up until he swears to take us back to Sage’s Island.” Ace’s grin didn’t waver, his eyes flashing with a mischievous glint.

Trey let out a sigh, though he couldn’t help a small smile. “I had a feeling that was your angle.” But his face grew serious as he looked at Ace. “Are you sure, though? We could theoretically use flight magic to escape. From a group safety standpoint, it might be smarter to explore ways to get out…”

Ortho shook his head, his expression grave. “Fellow’s an extremely thorough con artist. I’d bet he’s already got some plan if we try to escape by air. He might have traps set up overhead.” His gaze shifted to Grim, who was clutching a half-empty popcorn bucket. “Grim, could I borrow that popcorn bucket you’re carrying?”

“Mrah!?! But I’m not done with it yet!” Grim held the bucket close, looking horrified.

Ortho sighed, and Yuki gave Grim a small nudge, her expression slightly annoyed. “…We’re in a dire situation here. Please, just give him the bucket.”

With a grumble, Grim cast a mournful look at his beloved snack, then reluctantly handed it over. Ortho took the bucket, then without hesitation, flung it high into the air. In a flash, the bucket exploded into a burst of sparks, sending popcorn debris raining down as the group gaped in shock.

“MY POPCORN!” Grim shrieked, his little paws reaching toward the remnants of his treat. He tried to lunge forward, but Via and Yuki held him back as he sobbed into Yuki’s shoulder. She gently patted him, trying to soothe his outrage.

“We’ll get you more popcorn later, Grim, I promise,” Via said, her tone gentle, though her eyes glinting with frustration at the situation.

Ortho looked around at the group, expression steely. “See? I knew it. A ship this large going unnoticed for so long doesn’t make sense. There could be some kind of cognitive interference magic at play… Which means if we leave, it could be nearly impossible to find our way back here. We might never see Lilia or Jade again.”

A heavy silence settled over the group, the weight of their situation pressing down on them.

“But more to the point—that guy trashed us,” Ortho added, his eyes hardening. “Why would we run away without challenging him? That would be like admitting defeat. I’d never do that!”

“Yeah, huh? I ain’t about to turn tail and run from some small fry like that fox fish,” Floyd said with a wicked grin.

“Heh, you have a point,” Vil agreed, a faint smirk crossing his face. “We should make him rue the day he chose to mess with us.”

“The last thing I need is for some twisted magic to turn me into a wooden doll…” Leona muttered, his sharp gaze calculating. “But seeing as he’s holding others hostage, he might not be able to turn people into puppets at will. So let’s be cautious here—then nail that fox. That’s probably the best play.”

“Yessir. He’s got some payback coming,” Jack stated, his eyes burning with determination.

Cater nodded, chuckling nervously. “Hoo boy… sounds like you’re all in on this. Guess we’d better buckle down.”

“Good grief…” Trey murmured, adjusting his glasses as he regarded the group with a resigned expression. “If you’re all aware of the danger and willing to go forward anyway, I won’t stop you. And honestly? I’m not too fond of backing down from a fight either.”

Via, usually calm and collected, flashed a slightly wicked smile. “I may be a nurse, but I can make an exception and turn the other cheek.”

“So we’re gonna give Fellow a royal beatdown, huh…” Kalim’s brow furrowed, his voice wavering slightly as uncertainty flickered in his eyes. “Hmm… I still don’t get it, but that’s the best way to rescue Lilia and Jade… right?”

“Yeah,” Ortho replied, his tone steady and reassuring. “If we want to make sure everyone gets out safe and sound, this is the optimal choice.” He stood tall, radiating confidence despite the looming threat they faced.

“Safe and sound, huh…” Kalim muttered, his mind racing as he contemplated the weight of their mission. After a moment of deep thought, he nodded, determination replacing his doubt. “Okay, I’m in! I’ll do my part too! Who knows? Maybe Fellow will see the errors of his ways before things come to a head!”

“If only,” Carter sighed, his shoulders drooping slightly. “That would be the best outcome by far, easily, for real…” He rubbed the back of his neck, his expression a mix of hope and resignation.

“All right. For starters, I guess we’d better go find that jerk,” Ace declared, his voice ringing with a newfound urgency.

“Yeah,” Ortho chimed in, his eyes darting around as he gathered his thoughts. “All the other visitors were loaded into a large wooden crate near the gate. Considering Fellow’s announcement, we can assume Lilia and Jade are in the same place as him.” His tone grew serious, emphasizing the need for action.

“Sounds like we’ve got a goal—” But just as Jack was about to continue, his sharp eyes caught movement from the corner. He turned, and his heart sank as he saw a group of puppet soldiers, their wooden bodies creaking with each synchronized step as they advanced toward them.

“ChiLDrEN LOcATED! BrINg tHem tO FeLLOW!" The puppets shouted in unison, their voices a chilling blend of mechanical and eerie cheerfulness.

“It’s the puppets again!” Jack exclaimed, shock evident on his face. His fists clenched tightly, adrenaline surging through him as he braced himself for confrontation.

“Oh, for the love of… Way to ruin our momentum!” Ace groaned, frustration bubbling to the surface. He glanced around at the group, knowing they needed to stay focused despite the interruption.

“I’m sick and tired of you guys! GRAWR!” Jack growled, his fierce determination igniting as he lunged toward the puppets, ready to unleash his pent-up energy and anger upon them. The muscles in his arms coiled like springs, ready to strike.

“Ace, get back! We’ll take them out!” Trey shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos as he pulled out his wand.

“Wait, guys I don't think it’s a good idea—!” Via tried to warn them, but it was too late. Trey and Jack launched their magical attacks with precision, obliterating the puppet soldiers in a spectacular display of power. The remnants of the puppets scattered like confetti, and the rest of the group erupted into cheers.

“Got ’em! Those puppets didn’t stand a chance against your magic,” Ortho praised, his voice bright with excitement.

“Hah! Not gonna be doing much attacking now that they’re blown to bits, huh?” Jack taunted, a cocky grin spreading across his face. But suddenly, an unsettling sensation washed over him. His muscles stiffened, and he gasped, “…Hrk?!” Before he could react, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the floor, the fight abruptly leaving him.

“Jack?!” Trey shouted in shock, rushing to his friend’s side. But as he knelt down, he felt a similar stiffness creeping through his own limbs. “Oh no! Is this what I think it is…? Grk!” He didn’t have time to finish his thought before he, too, went slack, the world around him blurring as he succumbed to the mysterious force.

Both Jack and Trey now wore wooden masks, their expressions frozen in a mix of shock and confusion.

“Right, I can’t move…” Trey exclaimed, his voice strained as he struggled against the sudden paralysis.

“The others weren’t kidding… My body doesn’t feel like MINE,” Jack added, panic creeping into his voice as he tried to comprehend their dire situation.

“Jack?! Trey?!” Ace called out, his shock morphing into fear as he rushed toward them, his heart pounding.

“They’ve started to turn into puppets!” Kalim shouted, dread pooling in his stomach.

“AtTaCKinG park eMpLOYEEs IS aN EgrEGiOus viOLAtiON OF paRK RULeS! It’s pUppeTdOm FoR ALl bad chILdRen cOmmIttinG mIsdEeDs in PlAyful LAnD!” they chimed in unison, their wooden features gleaming ominously.

“Bad children…?” Ortho and Yuki echoed in confusion, their brows furrowed as they exchanged glances.

“Blast… I’ll at least stall ’em before I go full puppet! HRAAAGH!” Jack yelled, summoning every ounce of strength he had left. He strained against the invisible bonds holding him in place, but it felt as if he were trying to push a boulder up a mountain.

“Rgh… We can’t move. All of you, get out of here, quick!” Trey exclaimed, his voice low but urgent, his eyes darting around for any possible escape route.

“No way! We can’t just abandon you guys!” Kalim replied, a worried yet determined expression on his face, as if he could somehow will his friends to regain their strength.

“You wouldn’t be abandoning us. Look—getting to Fellow's is the ultimate goal, right?” Trey stated, offering a reassuring smile that belied the seriousness of their situation. “The two of us are just gonna reach him first, is all. We’ll be waiting for you.”

“Trey…” Ace looked at his vice housewarden, torn between worry and resolve. “We’ll come for you, okay? Count on it.”

“No fair, Trey! You’re not allowed to act all brave and tough and cool! It’s hitting me square in the feels!” Carter teased, his voice lighthearted but underscored by genuine concern.

“Cut it out; you’re embarrassing me,” Trey jokes, trying to lighten the mood despite the heavy weight of their predicament.

“Tch. Can’t believe I didn’t make it any farther than this… Sorry, Leona,” Jack said, his ears drooping in shame. “Guess I’ll be heading to Fellow ahead of the rest of you. I’ll come up with a way to sock him now.” His expression hardened with determination, refusing to let fear dictate his actions.

“Hey, don’t do anything stupid,” Leona warned, his voice steady but laced with concern. “You don’t know what small-time guys like that could pull when they snap. Just sit tight and be patient; there’s no way you can mess that up, right?” He teased, a flicker of a smirk crossing his face, trying to bolster Jack’s spirit.

“Hmph. Don’t patronize me,” Jack grumbled, but a small smile crept onto his face despite the circumstances. “As for the rest of you… Be careful!”

Suddenly, a loud alarm began blaring, filling the air with an urgent, high-pitched warning.

“Rgh… Here we are, housewardens, walking away from students in trouble!” Vil exclaimed, frustration and disappointment evident on his face, feeling the sting of helplessness.

“There’s nothing we can do right now, but we won’t let their sacrifice be in vain,” Via explained to Vil, her tone soothing as she tried to comfort him.

“First things first: we gotta scram before the alerts bring more puppets! Via, do you still have enough energy to make another door?” Ace asked, urgency sharpening his voice as he turned his attention to the school nurse.

“Absolutely!” Via responded, determination igniting in her eyes. She quickly used her unique magic to paint a vibrant door on the wall, her brush strokes alive with energy. With a flourish, she placed her hand on the painted doorknob and swung the door open, signaling for the others to head inside quickly.

“Guys… I’m sorry,” Kalim said, his voice heavy with regret as he glanced back at his friends, his heart aching. But he took a deep breath and joined the rest of the group, bolstered by their resolve.

“Yuki, come on!” Ace called out, gripping Yuki’s hand tightly and pulling them along, while Yuki cradled the weeping Grim, who was still mourning the loss of his popcorn, his tiny body shaking with sobs.

As they rushed through the door, the weight of uncertainty and fear hung in the air, but they were united in their mission.

The door opened quietly, and Vil poked his head out, scanning the new area. He carefully examined every corner, watching for signs of any pursuing puppets or traps. After a moment, he glanced back at the group and gestured for them to follow.

“Pursuing forces are thinner in this area. Let’s hide and wait it out,” Vil suggested, his voice low but steady as the others exited through the painted door.

They ducked behind a cluster of oversized, cartoonish shrubs, catching their breath. For a few moments, the only sound was their heavy breathing, as each of them tried to process everything that had just happened. The weight of leaving Jack and Trey behind hung heavily over them.

Floyd, always quick to break the silence, eyed Leona with a curious look. “What’s wrong, Sea Lion?” he asked, smirking. “You’re all quiet and broody-lookin’ over there.”

Leona shot him a brief glare. “This is how I always look,” he retorted with a dismissive wave, but then he sighed, revealing a hint of the frustration underneath. “But I was just thinkin’. About why people are turning into puppets now. It’s weird.”

“That’s been bugging me too,” Ace jumped in, rubbing the back of his head. “At first, I thought maybe it just took a while for Playful Land’s magic to kick in. Like… you had to spend a whole day at the park before it got to you.” He glanced around, his expression puzzled. “Except none of us have been here any longer than the others. And the timing of it happening to Jack and Trey was just way too convenient.”

“True,” Cater added, nodding as he recalled the moment they were captured. “The magic got them both at once, the second they fought the puppets. Like it was waiting for them to do something.”

“The puppets…” Ortho mumbled, looking down thoughtfully as he replayed the encounter in his mind. His eyes lit up as he remembered something. “What was it they said? ‘It’s puppetdom for all bad children committing misdeeds,’ right? I thought they were just trying to scare us, but what if…”

“What if that’s the actual punishment when you break the rules of Playful Land?” Yuki said, piecing it together as they handed a now-calmed Grim over to Via, who took him with a comforting pat on the back.

“You actually turn into a puppet when you do bad things here?” Ace exclaimed, the realization hitting him with a mix of horror and fascination.

“If that’s it, then all we have to do is avoid doing misdeeds!” Kalim suggested, his voice brightening with relief. “We could be okay if we just, you know… keep our noses clean.”

“That’d make sense. Maybe we can get outta this easier than we thought.” Ace grinned, his hope rekindled by the idea of a simple solution.

“Yeah, huh? That’s a relief!” Kalim beamed, feeling the tension lift, even if only a little. “But… what counts as a misdeed, exactly?” He looked around at the group, his expression clouded by confusion, as he realized the situation was more complicated than it seemed.

The rest of the group exchanged uneasy glances, the same question clearly on everyone’s mind. Each of them had their own guesses, but none seemed entirely sure. Could it be as simple as fighting? Was sneaking around, lying, or even talking back to the puppets considered a misdeed here? The thought gnawed at them.

Watching the group, both Yuki and Via found themselves struggling to keep their composure. They shared a quick, exasperated look, each silently summoning all their patience.

‘Great Seven give me strength not to end it all right now,’ Via thought, stifling an inward groan.

Did I wrote a rewrite fic where Yuu and grim have a more interactive role in the playful land event cause I was salty that Yuu didn’t do much…yes yes I did Don’t think to much of this fan fic it’s just self indulgent, I do apologize if it’s cringy :,V

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littlemissthunderstorms · 1 year ago

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yours pt.2

alex turner x reader

a friends to lovers series

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your heartbeat fought over the music, stomach swirling. you read the note over and over again to prove it wasn’t some illusion, making sure the lovesick chemicals in your mind weren’t intoxicating you to perceive words that weren’t there.

but nevertheless, it was real. you looked up at the boy singing his heart out on stage “Yours, Alex.” you blinked away the tears glazing your eyes, heart threatening to melt if you glanced at the note one more time.

katie looked at you, smiling giddily. you gazed back at her in shock, a grin spreading across your face as she gave you a sweet hug. “i knew it. this whole time i knew he was crazy about you.” you bit your lip, sliding the paper into your pocket, thankful the dim lighting covered the blush across your cheeks.

you looked up at the stage as the sweet, melancholic notes of secret door came to an end, admiring alex. you were filled with anticipation. he was right in front of you yet you couldn’t go up to him, couldn’t hug him tight and kiss him and tell him how much he meant to you like you wanted so badly to do.

katie nudged you softly. “oh, almost forgot, he asked me to tell you to meet him in his dressing room after the show.” you nodded, stomach swirling in anticipation. you felt like you needed to be preparing a speech of some sorts, elaborately planning your words so that you could convey what you truly felt. you nervously fiddled with your hands, excited but anxious all at once. you’d just have to see how it played out once you got there.

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it was halfway through the last song of the night now, the music becoming more and more muffled as you walked deeper through the backstage area. you focused, trying to remember which hallways you’d taken to get to the dressing rooms previously. you spotted a familiar entryway, about to head down the hallway when a firm hand grasped your shoulder.

you turned, it was one of the venue’s security guards. “can i see your pass?” the man looked down at you, his face stern. fuck. you’d arrived late, one of the bands managers had let you in and you totally forgot a backstage pass. you cleared your throat, unaware of what to say. the guard looked like he wasn’t gonna take any bullshit excuse. so, you just told the truth.

“i’m a friend of the band, i got here late and didn’t get a pass, i’m really sorry.” you apologized. the guard shook his head, arms crossed. “i’m sorry, no pass, you can’t be back here. i don’t care if you know the band or not. i’m going to have to escort you out. we don’t make exceptions here.” what a bitch. his tone didn’t have an ounce of respect or understanding. nevertheless, you complied, following the man as he led you out of the venue, not in the mood to be getting in trouble with the law today.

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you felt like crying as he shut the door behind you, leaving you outside. you weren’t alone on the sidewalk, the audience started to pour out of the stadium’s main entrances since the show was over, buzzing with excitement and laughter as they called taxis and walked to their cars. you felt sick to your stomach, alex would be heading to his dressing room soon, expecting you when you wouldn’t be there.

you hoped to god he didn’t think that you had ran away because you didn’t feel the same. it broke your heart. he was one of the sweetest people you knew, the thought of unintentionally hurting the boy sickened you. you perked up suddenly, remembering you had your phone in your purse. god, how could you forget? you quickly whipped it out, fumbling with the buttons as you tried to unlock it with your shaky hands, eventually texting katie.

Got escorted out because i didn’t have a pass. fucking stupid. I’m on broadway st sidewalk.

a rumble of thunder erupted in the sky as you clicked send, a bolt of lightning illuminating the grey, misty clouds that loomed overhead. a signal popped up on your phone from the local weather service.

SEVERE THUNDERSTORM WARNING IN EFFECT FOR THIS AREA UNTIL 11:00 PM

i’ve been feelin’ foolish, you should try it

you groaned, putting your phone away to preserve the battery, standing under the small awning and watching as rain cascaded from the sky, people squealing and running, trying to get home. the late evening sky grew darker, the storm brewing in tandem with the pit of anxiety in your stomach.

she came and substituted the peace and quiet

the crowd started to thin out overtime, the rain only hitting the pavement harder, pooling in puddles that streamed down the dark street. you nervously pulled out your phone again, checking to see if katie had texted back, only to see the battery low signal flashing at you. fuck. it was dead. tears pricked your eyes as anxiety consumed you. you had no idea what to do. you didn’t know anyone in this area, it was a couple cities away from where you lived and you were terrified, your wallet and keys still in alex’s dressing room.

for acrobatic blood, flow concertina

another loud boom of thunder and lightning rattled the sky, making your blood race. you held back your tears, trying to block out the negative thoughts. you’d always found thunderstorms awesome, i mean, the way something could rumble the city, and then send a electrifying bolt of light and energy down that has the capacity to shock? sounded like the coolest thing ever. but now, it was far from that. maybe you would’ve enjoyed it more if you were in different circumstances.

cheating heartbeat, rapid fire

the wind picked up, blowing the rain erratically, soaking your clothes. the small awning you huddled under wasn’t helping one bit. you looked around, the aftershow crowd was gone, the street empty with the exception of a few stragglers trying to rush home. tears pricked your eyes, dripping down your cheeks in sync with the rain. you were trying to be brave about this but anxiety consumed you, eliciting worst-scenario thoughts to form. just when you were on the brim of a panic attack, you heard a familiar voice shout your name from afar

she’s thunderstorms

you quickly turned, squinting. you were filled with relief to see alex far down the sidewalk heading towards you. you could almost barely make him out, the wind whipped the rain around, fogging up anything that was 15 feet away. “alex?” you shouted, starting to walk towards him.

lying on her front, up against the wall

the boy sped up, starting to come more clearly into view now. you raced towards him, wet hair sticking to the side of your face. another round of thunder boomed through the sky as alex finally caught up to you. he cupped your face with both of his hands, eyes searching yours with a certain desperation, features etched in concern as raindrops beaded down them, his black t shirt sticking to his frame.

she’s thunderstorms

“alex.” you spoke, a sigh of relief. he licked his lips, honey brown eyes melting into you. the wind picked up, swirling through the streets quite loudly. “i got your note.” you half shouted, rain trickling down your arms. alex nodded. “i love you t-“ you barely got the sentence out before he captured your lips with his own in a whirlwind, the energy putting the crackling lightning in the sky to shame.

here is you’re host, sounds as if she’s pretty close, when the heat starts growing horns, shes thunderstorms.

stay tuned for pt.3

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hope u liked!! wont be surprised if you didn’t. this could suck and i wouldn’t know! i will proofread tomorrow

please just pretend this is really cinematic!!

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 5 months ago

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Risky Business: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: The repercussions of being in prison finally take a toll on you. You're yelling at everyone, short and curt, and you're in a constant state of wanting to cry. Will this bitter cycle ever end?

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Season Five Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

Spencer and Derek went to check out Ryan Krouse's house to get a feel of who he was before he died. He was the one who died in the hospital after being treated. Like with Trish, there were no secret hiding places or drug paraphernalia. There are pictures of Ryan and his girlfriend, Shaunna in his room that give off a look of happiness. According to his parents, Ryan never dated Trish or even knew of her. The only time they met was at the hospital.

Ryan got good grades and he got a recommendation letter from the football coach to play varsity next year. Derek wanted to take his laptop for evidence but Ryan didn't have one. His father didn't want him to be online without supervision, so Derek will settle for the network IP address instead. Penelope can get into it from where she is.

You get back to the station and meet up with everyone else. You hand Trish's laptop to Penelope who immediately goes through it. You stand off to the side and watch as everyone engages in the case. You'll help if needed but you don't have the energy to be as involved as they are. You're so lucky to have someone like Hotch. Anyone else would have suspended you.

"Hey, you ready to delve into Trish's online world?"

"If by ready you mean extremely capable and even more reluctant, then yes." she hacks into the computer. "That's weird. There's nothing here."

"Nothing useful?"

"Nothing at all. There's no root directory or operating system. The registry appears to be blank."

"Why would she have an empty computer set up?"

"I did not say empty, I said appears to be blank. I'm gonna need a little while." She does something different and immediately unlocks what is hidden. "I got it! It was just a basic Trojan Horse. It just hid the directories and didn't erase them. Oh, God."

"What is it?"

You look up and see Derek and Spencer walk into the police station. Penelope pulls up a website that she frequented a lot.

"She was on a choking game site the night she died. It looks like it's a game kids play where they choke themselves to get a buzz, to get high."

"They call it the good kids' high," Spencer says. "You get lightheaded and a sense of euphoria even though no actual drugs are involved. It's something kids in high school play."

"Did Ryan have a computer?"

"Not in his room."

"What about a gaming system?" Pen asks and Derek nods. "Teenagers will find a way to get online."

"I have the IP address."

Penelope uses it to get into the system where she finds the exact same website Trish went to.

"Bingo. Ryan was on the same site on the same night. I don't think it's suicide." She continues to type. "Hang on, this is a text-to-voice icon. Let's see what happens."

She clicks on it and a computer-animated voice starts to speak.

"Come on, try it. We all do it. I dare you."

"I dare you? Someone was orchestrating this, purposely getting the kids to choke themselves."

"Make sure you close the door. Tomorrow's the big night. We're all gonna play the game."

"There's a whole subculture around this game. They make up names for it and do it at parties. Someone is daring these kids in this area to play the game," Penelope says and looks into the website more. "It's a contest, and there are rules. 'Come on, Evans High, this is the big one. Garfield edged out Casper High last week. You gonna let them diss us?'"

"Diss? That sounds like a kid. Who else would pit schools against each other?"

"Reckless teenage competition," Rossi scoffs.

"The school that logs the most high times this Friday wins. Get your friends on board. Practice makes the high last longer. Gotta do it alone, video it with your webcam, and upload it to the site for it to count," Penelope reads.

"Friday? That's tomorrow."

"Doing it alone requires ligatures. He's basically encouraging them to play the deadliest form of the game with no one there to revive them."

"Garcia, shut this site down," Hotch says.

"Sir, I can totally do that but I don't think you want me to."

"Why?"

"Right now this site is our only way to track the unsub. If I cut into it, he'll know we're watching him, in which case he'll shut it down. He'll write a simple change in code and bring it back up in a more covert fashion. Plus, there's no telling how many servers it's replicated on, anyway."

"You're right," he sighs. "We're ready to give the profile."

You've been writing in your notebook just like your therapist has suggested but nothing is happening. Maybe your own fear is clinging to theirs. Maybe your fear doesn't want to be alone so it brings you down with it. How can you possibly hope to overcome this if you can't even get away from your fear?

"We believe the unsub responsible for these deaths may be a teenager," Derek begins the profile. "He's a loner and doesn't participate in team sports or group activities. He's withdrawn with very low self-esteem."

"His only form of pure interaction is online. He engages in activities that draw attention to himself yet isolate him from his peers. Parents and teachers should watch out for the warning signs--bloodshot eyes, marks on their necks, severe headaches, and disorientation."

"In real life, he considers himself a loser. In cyberspace, he can pull strings. It makes him feel powerful."

"Does this kid know that other kids are dying because of him?" an officer asks.

"Could be. He's choking himself and daring others to do it, so we're most likely looking at reckless homicides here."

"If you see anything that's unusual or suspicious, just call the sheriff's department and we will try to direct you as best we can. Thank you," JJ finishes.

The police will appeal to the public but you, Derek, and Spencer are going to a school to appeal to the kids. Hotch and Emily are at another school, and Rossi and a few officers are at another. The classroom you're in has students who look like they want to be anywhere but here. They aren't paying attention, and some of them are even on their phones and giggling.

"Two different mechanisms--strangulation and hyperventilation--create the same effect: oxygen deprivation in the brain."

A phone beeps and a student tries to hold his laughter.

"Hey, kid. Not a good idea. Let me see it." Derek snatches the phone from the kid and reads his text out loud. "What planet is this dude from? He doesn't want us to win the contest."

"I think the accurate statement would be, 'he doesn't want us to participate in the contest at all.'" He walks to the empty desk in the room and points to it. "This was Ryan's desk, right? This is where Ryan sat? You guys remember Ryan, right? He played football and took Shaunna to Prom. I'm assuming that some of you were probably even friends with Ryan.

"He wanted to win the contest, too, but the way Ryan choked himself, he cut off all the oxygen to his brain. That sent a distress signal to his heart, slowing it down. Then his brain, in an effort to preserve itself, shut off all non-essential bodily functions. His arms gave out. His legs gave out. That means he couldn't loosen the tie around his neck, at which point panic set in.

"In Ryan's case, it escalated to cardiac arrest, which means that his heart stopped. Brain damage began, and within four minutes, he was completely and totally brain-dead. He died scared and probably in a lot of pain, unable to stop what he thought he had complete control of. All because he wanted to participate in what I consider to be a pretty lame game. So, I mean, your text is actually completely accurate. I don't want you to win the contest because I don't want you to play the game."

Every single student is looking at Spencer in silence but they aren't connecting to what he's saying. He gave them technical talk they're not interested in so you have to step it up. You shouldn't be talking to these kids in your condition but you think they need someone like you to make this real for them.

"This isn't a game. This your life," you snap. "Do you want to grow up? Get out of this school? Make a life for yourself? See the world and enjoy it? Well, you won't because you'll be dead due to a dumbass decision you made."

"Okay, that's enough," Derek says.

"No, they're not listening! They're teenagers. They think they're right. They think they can do whatever they want and bad things won't happen to them. They'll play this game because they want to be cool." You turn to the students. "Do you want to know what's cool? Graduating. Getting a job you love. Making money. Starting a family. Guess what? You won't be able to do that because you will kill yourselves, and everything you've worked for will be for nothing. You will be gone and eventually forgotten."

That seems to instill fear in some of them. There are a few that don't care what you're saying but you're not sure what else you can say to get them to realize the gravity of the situation.

"You all believe this shit?" a young goth boy in the back speaks up.

"You don't? Why don't you come up here and tell us what you think?"

"Whatever."

The boy gets up and looks like he is going to go up and talk when he takes off running out of the classroom like a guilty man.

"Hey! Hey! Come here!"

Derek immediately chases off after him followed by Spencer. You stay in the classroom and look at everyone there.

"Listen, I'm not your parent. I can't tell you what to do, but I can tell you what your life will look like if you decide to play this game. You might be fine afterward or you might be dead, but the second that you are born, you start to affect everyone around you. What if your best friend played and then died? How would you feel? How do you think they'd feel if you died? Your parents? Siblings?

"You get one life. If you make one mistake, that's it. There are no do-overs. Do you really want to be the person who died too young? Who died because of a game? Games are supposed to be fun, not deadly. You're old enough to know what death is but young enough to not have to be around it. Just something to think about the next time you wrap something around your neck."

If that doesn't get to them, you don't know what will. You leave the classroom and finally join Derek and Spencer's side who has the young goth kid pinned to the ground. Well, Derek does.

"Stop fighting. Stop it!"

"Let me go!"

They wait until he is calm to talk to him.

"Why did you run?"

"Morgan, look at his neck," Spencer says.

Derek reaches for the choker the kid has on but he freaks and struggles against him.

"Don't touch that!"

"Hey, what did I say? Relax."

The kid must realize he can't do anything against Morgan so he has no choice but to let him pull down his choker. There are ligature marks around his neck varying in different colors.

"Different colors mean different stages of healing," you say.

"You've been doing this to yourself for a long time, haven't you? There's no telling how much his brain has suffered," Dean sighs.

Derek has no choice but to take the kid to the hospital to get checked out. Rhonda is the only one who meets you there since the rest of the team is still at the other schools.

"Dr. Reid," she says when you get there. "Do you think it's him?"

"He's a pretty likely candidate."

A man walks in and you are floored by the energy you feel. It's not a good one. There's something evil about him. You don't like him at all.

"Hi, I'm Wilson Summers. The school called and said my son was injured," he says to a nurse.

"Will," Rhonda says and waves him over.

"Do you know him?" you ask.

"Professionally. He works for the fire department."

"You don't say."

"Sheriff, hi.

You cross your arms and watch him with a careful eye.

"Is my son all right, doctor?" he asks Spencer.

"I'm not that type of doctor. We're with the FBI."

"FBI?"

You sense panic in his body language but he tries to play it off.

"Your son, Christopher, has been choking himself," you put bluntly. "Did you know the kids that have died recently?"

"You're talking about the suicides?"

"They're not suicides. It's a game that kids his age tend to play where they force themselves to pass out for the buzz that it gives them. Do you know anything about that?" He narrows his eyes at you, not liking what you're implying. "How long has Christopher been dressing in the gothic fashion?"

"A while. He's been having a rough time."

"Why's that?"

"His mother died a few years ago, and he's been wearing black ever since."

"Does Christopher spend a lot of time on the computer?" Rhonda asks.

"Just about every waking hour. Why?"

"We think your son may have created a website encouraging kids to compete in this choking contest. Let me ask you again, do you know something about that?" you ask.

"I don't like what you're implying, Agent."

"I'm not implying anything."

"Dad."

Christopher is wheeled in on a wheelchair with Derek by his side.

"Hey, buddy."

"Take him inside," Derek says to the doctor. "Your son needs to go in for some tests."

"Will, when he's done, we're gonna need to talk to him down in my office."

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hwaseonghwasworld · 10 months ago

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Arranged marriage chapter 11: Where’s Y/n….

Summary: being a popular model isn't enough for Y/n’s parents so they decided to get her married with a 6’1”, protective male who is also a mafia, all the secrets and lies everyone kept from her will soon come into the light, what happens once the truth comes out?

Yunho x Reader

Word Count: 1.06k

Genre: series Mafia au!, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Media au!

Warnings: murder, graphic violence, kidnapping, cursing

Updates: Probably Thursday at 7pm BST

“DAD!”

I looked over at my dad who turned out to be the boss, Yunho walked over to me, I glared at him saying “why didn’t you tell me? What happened to no secrets” “That’s what I wanted to tell you, I promise” “I’m going home” I walked away and called Harin to come pick me up “yah, it’s basically night time…. What’s up?” “Can you come pick me up” after sending him the location he came to pick me up and saw that I was upset and stressing “what’s up” “my dad is Yunho’s boss” “what do you mean?” I looked at him and he realised what I meant “oh shit…. Didn’t Yunho tell you?” “No he was going to but then he got that call” he nodded, understanding what I meant and was about to drive me home.

“Can you take me to my house?” He looked at me knowing what happens when I’m home alone “yeah no, you’re staying with me and tsuna” “why???” “Because whenever you’re stressed you drink… a lot and I’m not dealing with you calling my wife 10 times every second then crying about your issue” “you’re a crying drink and it’s not something I want to deal with cause tsuna always tells me to come with her to pick you up” I roll my eyes because I know he’s right “I’m not gonna do that, I don’t even have soju at my house” I pouted and he agreed, he took me home but checked the fridge and cabinets to see if I was lying “alright stay safe” “ok manager” I smiled and he walked out, right after I went to go order alcohol and some chicken, as soon as it came I started drinking and putting loud music on.

30 minutes later I was feeling really drunk, I started tearing up and called Tsuna, after ringing her, I ended the call and called her again since I thought the call wasn’t working, over and over again until she answered “are you drunk?” I started crying. Loud. “YAH YOU SAID YOU WERENT GOING TO DRINK” I heard Harin shouting in the background making me cry louder “do you want me to come get you?” “Y-yes please”

Setsuna pov

“Come on let’s go get Y/n” “nope” I glared at him and he immediately stood up “fine” Harin drove back to Y/n’s house “I hate when she gets drunk” I walked out knocking on Y/n’s door “she wasn’t answering so I called her, when she didn’t answer I was getting suspicious because she never misses my calls, even when she’s drunk or busy. As I unlocked the door I walked in “why didn’t you do that in the first place?” I glared at him and walked in, seeing that Y/n was nowhere to be seen, I ran to all her rooms not finding her and I started to panic.

“Maybe Yunho picked her up” I checked the security cameras in one of her rooms seeing 2 guys in full black running into the house “YOU LEFT HER DOOR WIDE OPEN” “no I closed it” “she probably orders soju, you know how she gets when she’s stressed” “ exactly that’s why we bring her to us when she’s stressed” I slapped my forehead in distress and went into the car, telling Harin to drive us to Yunho’s place as soon as we knocked I could see in his eyes that he was expecting to see Y/n.

“Where’s Y/n…” Harin looked at him confused and yet spoke in a panicked tone as he said those words “she’s not here” I rolled my eyes “read the room” Yunho ran out, getting into his car and checked his phone.

Yunho pov

I looked at the tracker in her necklace seeing that she’s at some sort of abandoned area, I drove there as fast as I can to get my wife back into my arms, pissed as she could never catch a break.

Y/n pov

I was crying uncontrollably as these two guys tried to shut me up “we’re not gonna kill you we just need to speak to your husband “w-who are you?” I stopped crying leaving the men confused “why were you crying” I tear up again while I was trying to get my words out “m-my dad is a mafia boss” the tears became cries, which were louder than before “you guys kidnapped a bosses daughter!!!” We all looked towards the door as a taller male approached “we’re all dead if anyone finds out you know..” “then what should we do?” They looked at me as I stopped crying but tears were still flowing “kill her and make it quick” the guy pulled out a gun giving it to one of the guys, as the male pulled the gun to my head someone ran in and immediately shot the guy holding the gun, instantly killing him.

I froze in my place as the male’s blood was all over my face, Yunho proceeded to shoot the other two and ran up to me untying me, “are you ok? Did they hurt you?” I was still in shock as I was still frozen in the seat, Yunho picked me up, putting me on his back and taking me home. He cleaned the blood off me and put me in the bed. “Are you ok?” I nodded, and a second later I felt like I was going to be sick, I went into the toilet and threw up, Yunho helped me and as soon as I finished he laid me in the bed, he went in and I rested my head on his chest trying to feel comfort for the guy that I just shot 3 people in front of me.

“I saw the contract” I looked at him and he sighed “it’s not what you think, it’s depending on how your feelings are towards me, if you don’t love me within 3 years then I sign the contract and let you go” I nodded realising he was telling the truth and he hugged me again kissing my forehead

“I’m sorry I had to do that in front of you…” “that wasn’t my intention” “it’s fine, you saved me” I was thinking about how my whole life is in danger because of my brother, father and husband, it’s like every male around me is dangerous and there’s no way of escaping it.

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gottawriteanegoortwo · 25 days ago

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A Surprise Visit to Yancy

As Captain, you can finally return to your home planet, however briefly that might be. Your first free day happens to fall on the third Sunday of the month.

You thinking what I’m thinking?

Word Count: 1,976

(Note: Can be viewed either as romantic or platonic)

Ever since the colonists had settled on the new planet, you had received a request from the main association on Earth to provide an in-person status report. You had put it off because difficulties arose that you wanted to sort out. However, it also allowed Mark time to set to work on a new project.

You thought he never would have wanted to be anywhere near the Warp Core, but he promised he had one final spark of inspiration. You checked in on him frequently, and within three weeks, he had made an amazing adjustment to the computer. Somehow, he had managed to create a ‘route’ linking two areas between the two planets. The warps could happen safely now, cutting a trip that would have taken decades into a week, maximum

It meant you could finally agree to meet delegates in person and provide the required updated and progress reports. The plan had been to take a small crew who would help with other tasks on the home planet and leave the Crew Leads in charge, but Mark insisted he would tag along. He didn’t need to explain why - both of you wanted to make sure no one else remembered the events of the Paradox.

On Earth, your arrival was kept a secret, and both of you attended numerous meetings and conferences to provide updates and projected plans. You negotiated supplies to be brought back to help the colony’s establishment, and in return you provided suggestions on what could be done to help enhance the colony’s development.

Dawn broke on Sunday morning by the time you and Mark could drag yourselves out of the meeting room and get some fresh air on the walk back to the hotel. Conversation was good, but it was clear that Mark’s thoughts were elsewhere. This was only confirmed once you entered the hotel lobby. He paused, and stretched, hoping to relieve some tension from his stiff back.

“Well, Captain. I would love to talk more, but I think I’m gonna get some shut eye. I have a flight to catch this evening.”

This was new information, and you made this clear. What was he up to?

Mark’s face broke out into a wide grin. “I’m gonna go home and see my Mom. She’s no idea I’m here and I wanna surprise her tonight. I’ll keep you updated!” With a salute and a laugh, he hurried to his room.

A surprise visit? It was a good idea. You both had a few days before any official business resumed. But it wasn’t quite as easy for you as it was for him. You could visit your own family, maybe, and this idea spurred you to pull your phone out of your pocket as you made your way down the corridor to your room. A quick press of buttons unlocked the screen to the calendar page where you had last used it to schedule meetings, but something caught your eye.

The current date was highlighted. Sunday 15th. Not only that, it was the third Sunday of the month.

Wait a minute.

Once inside your room, you quickly checked the time, then opened the phone app. You had a call to make, and you needed to make it now.

The morning routine was the same as it always was. Get up for morning call, shower, have breakfast, then tidy the cell in the short lull before he was called for his first shift of the day. At least it being Sunday meant Yancy had a little longer in his cell. He could finally fold his spare prison outfit properly. It had been tossed on the desk on Saturday morning and he hadn’t time to fix it.

A knock on the heavy, metal door startled him.

“Uh… Yeah?”

The door opened. Officer Smith poked his head around the door. “Morning Yancy. You’re gonna need to get yourself ready.”

“For what? My shift ain’t for a while yet.”

“Well, you’ve got a visitor who wants to see you today.” Officer Smith looked rather pleased at this announcement, but the sentiment wasn’t shared with Yancy. He sighed and turned back to folding a t-shirt.

“Look. I, uh, I don’t mean nothing bad by this, but I ain’t going. I don’t got a reason to.”

“C’mon Yancy…”

“It’s true though. I don’t got any cousins in the area, or any schoolmates, or former work colleagues or whatever. I don’t wanna go all that way just to see that I is face to face with some reporter or snotty kid trying to do a psych report for college again.”

“Then what about a friend?” Warden Murder-Slaughter opened the door wider so he could also be seen. “I know yer a good fella, Yancy. It’d be rude ta leave a friend waitin’ out in th’ visitation room when they came all this way just to see ya.”

The shirt dropped from Yancy’s hands to land in a crumpled heap on the table.

Happy Trails had two areas dedicated for visitation. The first was for the unscheduled ‘drop-ins’, where you stepped into a booth and spoke through the phone. This space had multiple purposes: people who happened to arrive in, or were seeking an interview, people on official business like lawyers, or prisoners who were deemed too ‘dangerous’ to be in direct contact with visitors. This was where you had last seen Yancy, when you were thrown out of one wormhole and dropped onto a chair. You don’t know how long it had been since he had last seen you, but it must have been some time in the past if he was still using the cover of ‘space camp’. Once the dust had settled and the universe was normal again, you had remembered this, and felt guilty. He had been so surprised to see you, like he had expected you to never return.

Even now, he assumed you were on another planet entirely. Though, this time around, you were keeping quiet on purpose. You wanted to see the reaction.

By phoning ahead, you were able to arrange the visit in the public visitation rooms. Traditionally, this was the default location. Since Happy Trails focused more on rehabilitation, this room was one that would help bring a sense of ‘normality’ in an isolated setting. It was a large, bright, open room with tables and chairs dotted around the place. There were guards on duty, but if you had your back to them you could pretend you were simply catching up in any public setting.

A guard had assigned you to a small table beside the window. You shrugged off your jacket and draped it over the back of the chair. The plan had been to sit down, but a shout of “Yancy wait -” caught your ear. Your turned your head in the direction of the shout and had no time to react to a man running at full speed and charging into you for a hug. The impact hurt, and you collided with the floor, but you didn’t care as you returned the hug.

Of course, it was barely a few seconds before a guard pulled Yancy back onto his feet by the back of his t-shirt, while the Warden offered you a hand up.

“Sorry ‘bout that, Captain.” The Warden smiled as he patted your shoulder - you were able to hold steady and ignore the pain. “Normally we’d be raising alarms ‘bout a prisoner physically assaulting a visitor but… I think we can make an exception to this.”

You chuckled, turning your attention to see whether Yancy was okay. To no surprise, the greaser was lost for words, looking utterly dumbfounded as he stared at you with wide eyes. With this lack of response, the amused guard who had hoisted him up guided him to the free chair and encouraged him to sit down. Then, just for good measure, the guard gave him a light pat on the shoulder before he and the Warden walked away.

Silence settled in for the first few minutes, and you decided not to push Yancy into talking. In time, he reached forward and patted your arm, still holding an expression of disbelief.

“This don’t feel real,” he admitted, finally regaining the ability to speak. “Youse is… here. And not way out there. But… How? I thought this whole thing was ‘sposed to be a one-way deal. Once youse left… Youse wasn’t ever meant to come back.”

That was true. When you had agreed to the position, you had assumed it to be that way. However, Mark’s ‘extra experience’ with warp core technology, the distance was a lot shorter than it should have been. What should have been impossible was now possible.

Yancy’s head lowered as he processed this. “So… Wait. Why did youse come here, then?”

You shrugged. Wasn’t it obvious? You wanted to see him again. You had to make up for lost time.

“Yeah, and the fact that youse had to go before youse could properly hear that song. But that’s okay! I know youse is super busy and I don’t hold that against you.” You couldn’t ignore the way his expression softened when he realised that you were here because you wanted to see him.

You decided to bite the bullet and ask whether anything else weird happened the last time you visited. You needed to know what he experienced when the universe was in disarray

“Aside from the sudden leaving? Nah. Everything was the same as it always was, y’know? I mean, the few days afterward are a bit blurry, but that tends to happen. Prison’s got that routine, y’know? Very easy to lose track of the days if youse ain’t careful, so it ain’t nothing to worry ‘bout. I guess that’s further proof that nothing weird happened, eh?”

That did a little consolation, but the memory of the last visit brought another question to the forefront of your mind before you could stop yourself - did he spend many other visitation days waiting in one of those booths?

A hand slowly rubbed the back of his neck. “... A few. I knows I wasn’t ‘sposed to ‘cause I knew youse was gone by then but I couldn’t help it. I just thought youse would be pissed if I wasn’t there when youse wanted to come. Not that I expected that or nothing, youse ain’t under some sorta ‘contract’ to visit or anything like that. Youse got waaay more important things to do than to come here and -” Yancy stopped himself. He was rambling and risked spiralling into a low mood. He took a moment and exhaled slowly to get himself back on track. “Eventually the Warden told me that he’d let me know if anyone came to visit. Think he felt bad that I was sitting there for so long. But, uh, I guess he kept his word. He did come by and say that someone was here to see me. So… I owe him for that, I think. And aside from that? Uh, the parole stuff ain’t going nowhere fast. It’s, uh… Gonna be a long while, I think. Got a lot more hurdles than others given my, uh, ‘circumstances’.”

You winced in sympathy, knowing that it would likely be a difficult challenge for Yancy to pass the parole board. However, you didn’t want to spend the entire time worrying about the future. Instead, you looked around, dramatically making sure no one was nearby, before asking whether he wanted to see proof of aliens.

“You got something??”

You got something, and you pulled out a small photo album to prove as much. It would be a much better starting point for your space adventures that steered far away from the troubles of the past. Maybe he would be surprised when you reveal the stories of how you have befriended aliens!

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