#opens her door theres a box sitting on the floor and its got a cool gun and silver bullets and wolfsbane all that fun stuff and directions

[reidsnose]

love letters

overview: spencer has a wonderful idea after finding out that reader had never gone to her senior prom

genre: fluff fluff fluff

a/n: i mixed two ideas that have been sitting in my notes app for this lol but i think its sweet!! i wrote it a little rushed and definitely not bc im not getting a prom this year due to miss rona👀 LMAO but as always please lmk what yall think ab it :)

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the idea had fully occupied his thoughts the second after the words left your mouth.

it was "the buttcrack of dawn" as you had called it, though spirits were high on the late jet ride home. it was a rare but much needed positive end to the case, and everyone was happily chatting with each other. since the case was involving high schoolers, the subject fell on prom. everyone went around sharing their prom stories one by one, recalling awful dresses and questionable dates til the questions turned to spencer.

"what ab you, pretty boy, what was your prom like?" morgan asked, still smiling widely from recalling his own.

you watched spencer shift uncomfortably for a second.

"i uh..i never went to prom." he stammered, a tight lipped smile on his face.

"no! you just dont wanna tell us!" prentiss cried, throwing her hands in the air.

"i graduated high school when i was 12! why would i have gone to prom?" he reasoned.

"you had to have gone when you were older or something! everyone has!" jj countered.

"thats not true, i never went to prom either," you defended, subconsciously inching closer to spencer.

before anyone could even ask you to explain why, spencer got the idea. he mentally left the conversation after you gave your answer. he spent the whole rest of the ride home and the next couple of weeks brain storming and planning.

and casually after work one day, as he was walking you to your car, he asked you if you wanted to hang out with him that weekend; at his house.

you and Spencer had hung out before, but mostly at your house or at coffee shops; he didn't invite people over very often.

of course you agreed but you grew confused when he told you to dress fancy.

you raced home afterwards to raid your closet, looking for any fancy dresses you may have stuffed in there.

spencer spent the whole day preparing his apartment. he put up streamers and balloons. he made a playlist of all your favorite songs. and then he rushed to get his clothes from the cleaners.

and when you knocked at his door the breath that left your lungs struggled to come back after he opened the door.

he stood in a gorgeous suit, different than he had ever worn to work. he rubbed the back of his neck and gestured to the living room, revealing the adorable (albeit poorly made but its the thought that counts) decorations.

"um.. welcome to prom," he said, turning back to you, revealing a blushy smile.

he tried not to stare too much at you, but it was difficult. your eyes sparkled as you stepped inside and looked around. and the dress you were wearing fit you so gorgeously he truly couldnt take his eyes off of you.

"spencer, i..." you trailed off, enchanted by what he had done.

"sorry if it looks bad. or if you think its weird that i did this. i just thought cause neither of us went to prom maybe you wanted to have a little one with me? yeah now that i say it out loud maybe you hate it im sorr-" he rambled behind you.

you turned quickly to him as he got lost in his words, eyes glued to the floor. cutting him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him as tight as you could. you could feel the tension leave his body as he melted into the embrace, returning it gladly. he doesn't like to be touched by anyone really, except for you.

"i love it. thank you," you whispered, giving him one last squeeze before letting go.

he has a spread of snacks lying out on the coffee table which he has mooved to the corner of the room to make space for a makeshift dancefloor.

he turns on the music and you two start talking and dancing and laughing. two fools with four left feet completely and obliviously in love. well, oblivious the the other anyway.

a slower song came on, an old one that you had wanted to slow dance to ever since you were a little girl. and somehow naturally you two came together, his hand dropped to your waist, the other delicately cradling your own. your other hand found its way up to his shoulder, feeling as though a magnet was pulling you two closer. and closer.

he looked absolutely stunning. the soft lights he had strung around the apartment sparkled like stars in his eyes; its was...dizzying, in the most incredible way.

unbeknownst to you, as you stared at the stars in his eyes he was looking at his whole world that he had been somehow lucky enough to hold in his arms.

he held his arm out, allowing you to spin and when he pulled you back both of your arms ended up wrapped around his neck, and his around your waist. you were less dancing now and more...hugging. with your head pressed to his chest, he hoped with all his might that you wouldn't be able to hear his hammering heart. you most definitely could, but it was calming to know he was as nervous as you were. you smiled, listening more to his heart than the music he had played for you.

you were both sure that you could burst from pure bliss. the song ended a little too quickly for either of your liking and reluctantly you let go of each other. and suddenly Spencer was hit with the realization that he forgot something.

"oh my gosh," his eyes widened as he looked around the room.

"what?" you asked, mirroring him and looking as well.

"i can't remember where i left your corsage! i was gonna give it to you at the door but i forgot!" he exclaimed, running around the room checking shelves.

you smiled to yourself. he got you a corsage!

"ill help you look" you decided.

"please do," he chuckled.

"i thought you had an eidetic memory, shouldn't you know where you left it?" you joked, shooting him a smug smile.

"y/n, my brain was all jumbled to day and it wasn't just from being around you," he realized what he had said and quickly turned back to the shelf he was looking at, "could you check in my room please?"

his heart was racing at his own stupidity; how could he just say that so nonchalantly? he had been planning to tell you that he liked you for the longest time he cant afford slipping up and having it be anything less than perfect.

you slipped into his room, your cheeks warm from the idea that you make his big brain all jumbled. he probably didn't mean it like that, you were just looking too much into it.

you sighed as you crouched to look under his bed for it. you found a small wooden box that you slid out from underneath. it had your name on it.

is it normal to keep a corsage in a wooden box? you wouldn't know, you never went to prom.

you shrugged your shoulders, "i found it spence!"

with out thinking you opened the box, except instead of a band of flowers you were greeted with letters, all addressed to you. there were annotations written in the margins with purple ink. you furrowed your eyebrows as you scanned the various letters.

dear y/n,

today you complimented my glasses and my heart skipped a beat. thats dumb spencer dont start like that

dear y/n,

im in love with you. too forward

dear y/n,

you make life worth living. shes gonna think youre a creep

you felt a rush of euphoria fill your chest. did he really feel these things for you? your thoughts swirled in the most wonderful way. a wide smile broke across your face, butterflies running rampage through your stomach as you reread his words. his words addressed to you.

"oh thank God i really thought i lost-oh. oh no." spencer started as he walked through the door of his room immediately walking back out. you followed, blinking your watery eyes at him. "i can explain.

"i think youve explained enough, theres like 20 letters in here!" you chuckled, flipping through them.

"i didnt know how to tell you and i dont want to ruin what we already have and i-"

"it wasnt too forward." you stated, grabbing one of the letters.

"what?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"in this one," you held up the letter, "you wrote dear y/n, im in love with you. and then you crossed it out and wrote that it was too forward but i dont think it was."

"youre not mad?"

"mad? spencer ive been trying to admit the fact that im in love with you since i realized it myself, why would i be mad?"

"youre..you feel the same way?" he looked back up at you, a hesitant smile pulling on the corners of his lips.

"more so," you beamed, stepping closer.

he wrapped his arms around you, "thats good or else the rest of this prom would have sucked."

you chuckled, pulling him impossibly closer to you as another perfect song played.

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2 :)

On the inside im always thinking about random and weirdly specific gray ghost au

[heyitsyn]

RANDOM SEIJOH HCs ACCORDING TO GIGI

a/n: this is a thing i cooked up between doing trig exam and ap gov review akdsjfldskfj

IM PRETTY SURE I ALREADY USED THIS GIF BUT IM WANTING TO RE-DO MY ENTIRE PAGE AND MAKING BANNERS SO THIS IS A TEMPORARY THING AJDJDJJD ALSO I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO THE KEEP READING THING ON THE APP BYE

oikawa def listens to indie music just bc he wants to feel unique and the 'iM diFfErENt fRoM oTHeR gUrLs' vibes

i FIRMLY BELIEVE IWAIZUMI HAJIME IS ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO CHOMPS ON HIS ICE CREAM BC HE LIKES TO FEEL THE COLD ON HIS TEETH AKSJSKSKSK

meanwhile kunimi eats a kitkat like its pizza just CHOMP

makki caNNOT sleep without a pillow between his thighs LIKE LISTEN he has 2 sisters and they all told him its so comfortable and at first he was like,, ??,, then he tried and now cant sleep without it

bUT MATTSUN LIKES TO SLEEP WITH PILLOWS SURROUNDING HIM bc it makes him feel safe and like there are two body pillows on either side of him and hes kinda trapped in the middle aksjskdk

when kyo was younger, he was really short and although he had other pants, he loved this one pair but they were really long on him and he wore it all the time and the part of the pants that touched the ground is torn in shreds

kindaichi steps on the sofa before sitting LIKE puts one foot on the cushion then the other until hes literally standing on the couch before folding to sit with his knees up to his chest (i do this)

watari sniffs his food before eating it no matter if its something he eats all the time or something new, he still sniffs it either way

yahaba is really particular with his feet and he likes to get a really big tupperware (duh one only meant for his feet) and fill it up with warm almost boiling water and he just soaks them

oikawa has sleep paralysis and he oftens hallucinates about aliens in the corner of his room

kunimi does this thing where he makes weird noises with his mouth like sounds of his mouth opening LIKE when youre tastinf something new and you do that sound with your tongue (I DUNNO HOW TO DESCRIBE IT AJDKSKKD)

makki bends his knees just to crack his ankles

iwa sneezes a ton but he has those sneezes where theyre quiet that you dont even notice or really loudly that it just echoes throughout the gym

kyo sleeps with one sock on bc his feet gets cold easily but both socks make him feel really hot so only one sock is perfect

for a tall and hunk of a guy, mattsun is a very light walker like his footsteps are very light and if he wants to, it can be practically silent

watari actually hates vegetables ajssksksk he particularly hates zucchini, eggplants, any vegetables that are that shape

kindaichi likes to stick or lean against walls because to him, they feel cold and can decrease his body heat

oikawa stands and places his feet at V position like \/ instead of ll because his sister did ballet and he was taught that was the right way of standing and it was considered graceful

yahaba has a fear of cactuses

mattsun does so badly in the heat because his body temp runs so high and the hot surroundings make him feel so uncomfortable and so he takes a lot of cold showers

iwa cannot swim like he freaks out immediately when his toetips can no longer feel the bottom and he panics with thoughts of drowning

watari has really small feet that he still buys big kids shoes to save money

kyotani considered playing baseball because he thought baseball bats were cool but he got angry and threw tantrum after missing his first pitch

iwa chomps on a whole raw chili while eating ramen akskksks

oikawa actually hates sweets bc when he was younger, he had cavities and iwa showed him a cartoon of cavities eating his teeth and will make him toothless

kindaichi really really likes hugs but hes too awkward to ask them even from his parents

yahaba chomps on mints so he goes through boxes of them in a week

i feel like theres a boy in the team who doesnt brush their teeth everyday and rubs a towel on their teeth to make it look clean and take mints to hide their bad breath

iwaizumi is actually iron deficient so he bruises super super fast and he even developed iron defiency anemia when he was younger bc his parents didnt catch on which caused him to be put on strong medication for months and still takes it now

WAIT,, OIKAWA IS LACTOSE INTOLERANT BUT HE LIKES MILK SO HE EATS MILK BREAD TO MAKE HIM FEEL NOT SO BAD OR GUILTY OF CONSUMING STRAIGHT DAIRY

seijoh four bonding time is watching gordom ramsey shows and yelling and screaming 'YEA! EXACTLY!' as if theyre also cooking genuises

watari used to eat grapes all the time until his mom got worried and told him if he doesnt stop, he will eventually turn into one. he only eats it every few weeks

when he was younger, kunimi cried because he had befriended a chicken on a trip to a farm and his mom took him to eat fried chicken after and he thought it was Chicky (his chicken friend :"))

kyotani used to stick out his tongue when it was raining so he could taste the raindrops. they taste better than bottled water

one time, during a seijoh sleepover, they dared oikawa to wear his sisters old uniform, skirt and all, and it backfired so everyone turned red and couldnt look at him in the face

their pregame ritual is touching each other's shoe tips

they tried doing yoga at yahaba's house before by watching yoga youtube videos but everyone ended up having to go to the chiropractor after (how did makki even turn into the human pretzel?)

the local gym gets so scared when they see the team coming through the doors bc these men are so LOUD like they HYPE EACH OTHER UP SO MUCH THEYRE SO ANNOYING AKSKSKDK

also never take them to an all you can eat sushi place. if you do, bring them earlier of the day like 30 mins after opening time so the cooks can cook enough for them without running out of ingredients (even then sometimes they still run out)

oikawa used to eat his mom's roses from her garden because he thought it would make his farts smell good like roses

takahiro is a surprisingly good artist like he draws really cool action fighting scenes in the corner of his papers and stuff

in my work: it's canon that iwa is half filo and his nanay used to dress him up in a barong all the time during halloween bc she wanted him to showcase his heritage

yahaba drinks a lot of milk because he hopes to one day grow strong and bulky like the 3rd years instead of being seen as a pretty boy

kindaichi's mom is a hairstylist and she always scolds him for using a lot of gel bc she's always the one who washes his hair

makki never learned how to do taxes and hes had the government knocking on his door a handful of times (BOKUTO AKKDJSKKS)

kyo has a dog: a chiweenie

there's someone on the team who wears those socks with individual pockets for toes

their pinterest is so different from what they look like for example, mattsun has a board of different flower decorations and arrangements

kunimi throws up during intense horror movies

watari's celeb crush is emma watson

the team alternates from different music genres like from ateez and bts to mxmtoon and beach bunny

they still dont know how to pronounce camila cabello's name

theyre all active in social media but only oikawa is on it 24/7 and in all platforms while the others have insta and snap

mattsun has twins as little siblings and he used to get them mixed up all the time that he used to draw a sharpie dot on the girl's forehead to determine she was his sister

watari hates sitting on the floor bc his butt bone hurts really easily so he can only sit on cushions for long periods of time

the team was supposed to have a party but everyone didnt know what to bring so they proved they shared the same braincell by bringing the same thing: a box of pizza

makki's an old soul and prefers to play records on a record player or watch old movies

kyo is surprisingly good at giving massages because he really pushed hard on those tense muscles

kindaichi knows how to crack necks so everyone goes to him a lot to do it (a friend of mine does this and can i say its terrifying yet so good?)

the only one who has a license is matsukawa and thats because granny needs to go to the doctor a lot and he hates her walking by herself and cabs are expensive

kyotani and yahaba are actually,,, lowkey close,,, not like best friends but theyre nice to each other and they got a stick and poke together (yahaba's was: :) while kyo's was: >:))

watari has a collection of mangas (some bl maybe 👀)

WARNING SAD: mattsun’s future job is a funeral person right? he ends up taking care of granny’s funeral free of charge and he had to take a week off because it was really painful for him

oikawa learned spanish SUPER fast to the point he forgets japanese sometimes but there are moments where he forgets both languages and hes just,,,, ???

makki’s unemployed yea but he rooms with mattsun in exchange of cooking because makki’s surprisingly good at cooking

iwa is practically the nutritionist of the team because he knows everything about proteins, carbs, iron, and needed vitamins so they all go to him to know what to eat and what they need

kunimi has lots and lots of shoes but usually only wears 2

kindaichi has a habit of pretending hes chewing gum even though he doesnt have gum, his mouth just chomps and moves with air akasldfjkf

there was a clown phenomenon in america but in their city, they had a mascots and seijoh 4 went around scaring kids :”(

oikawa never manspreads he gets too insecure to spread out like that akdjfkd

kyotani can easily sleep anywhere like he would be standing and just fall asleep or he sleeps with his eyes open

yahaba’s parents own a restaurant somewhere in the city and he works there sometimes

IM REALLY GOING TOO MUCH ABOUT THIS YALL AKSDJFKL

SORRY IM WRITING TOO MUCH I FEEL BAD THAT I HAVENT UPDATED BUT IM IN A CAR RIDE RN AND I WAS ABLE TO WRITE AGAIN AND MY EXAMS HAVE FINISHED THIS WEEK IMMA CRY

PLEASE, FEEL FREE TO REPLY WITH ANY OTHER HCS YOU GUYS KNOW OF SO I CAN PUT IT IN HERE AND CREDIT YOU WITH IT SO WE CAN HAVE LIKE A HCS BOOK FROM EVERYONE BUT THIS IS WHAT I STARTED WITH

oikawa screams a lot according to gigi but he’s actually a really quiet guy and not easy to scare

OKAY YOU GUYS DONT KILL ME I SWEAR IVE BEEN SO TERRIBLE AT WRITING BUT YOU KNOW WHO TURNED ONE TODAY? THIS PAGE!!! MY BABY IS ONE ALREADY 😭😭😭 ANYWAYS, HOPE THIS CAN MAKE YOU GUYS SMILE TODAY AND SCHOOL ENDS NEXT WEEK AND IM ALREADY AT 132 DRAFTS AMSJKSDKSK SO OH MY GOD THERES GOING TO BE SO MUCH COMING AND IM SO EXCITED TO GET THEM OUT 😩😩

[uhhhhhhhhhsblogyea]

♤| dragon ball shapeshifter au

storyline rundown

part two

tw: profanity !! a bit of gore and such

the story begins on kakarot's farm! he lives with his parents, bardock and gine, and his brother raditz.

kakarot takes his produce to the market to sell, talking to krillin who is a police officer watching over in case of robbery or stolen goods, with his wife 18 and his daughter marron.

he hangs out there and sells all his produce, making a whopping amount of money to give back to his mother to go towards their farm. so thats what he does.

later that night, raditz barged in through the door, huffing loudly and covered in purple blood. it had a reddish tint. gine and bardock jump to their feet, bardock still in his training gi and gine in her white shirt and some sweatpants. "raditz!? what happened?" bardock exclaimed, gine following up with "why are you covered in... purple blood!?" this caused kakarot to come out of his room in a rush, "h-h-holy s-shit! i didnt kill anyone i swear mom, mom, dad please, i wouldn't do that!" raditz panicked. "s-something tried to attack me! i didnt know what to do so i attacked back!!" he tries to wipe the blood off, it being on his face.

whatever happened, scared raditz enough to make him shake in fear and what seems to be regret despite it being to protect himself.

kakarot however, still was unsure what happened. his father said he would explain in the morning, the situation was too dire for kakarot to get involved - especially with the police.

in town, vegeta covered his bloodied chest, panting as he hid deep in an alleyway. "goddammit," he huffs, slicking his hair back to keep the human bangs out of his face. hes got a huge gash across his chest, thanks to that damned raditz he happened to work with. luckily, he was morphed into some other alien lifeform and not his original shift state. he slowly morphed into a bird, a finch, and flew off to him apartment. he always kept his window cracked just in case this were to happen. just his luck, we wont be able to eat and to heal he needs that energy for food or else hell be out asleep for awhile.

he decides calling off work, so thats what he does. what he doesnt expect is a man with a thick ass fucking tail and slicked back purple hair and red eyes to be reading a book, lounging like a king on his bed. "f... frieza!?" vegeta says, startled.

"ah hello my creation! lovely seeing you here, dont you think?" he throws the book off to the side, getting up and striding over to the bloodied vegeta. "aw looks like you got a paper cut." he jabs a finger into vegetas cut across his chest. vegeta groans in pain, a tentacle whipping around to hit frieza away into a safer distance, but the icejin blocks smoothly with his muscled tail.

from here:

wow!! you found out vegeta is a "creation" of friezas, but what exactly does that mean?

raditz gets taken in for questioning. he gets blamed for a murder that happened on the otherside of town, the law system being dumb sentenced him to 25 years in prision for a murder he didnt do

kakarot is confused, bardock telling him there arent any alien threats and it was a misunderstanding on the jury and judge's parts bc raditz was getting mugged and a murder far away happened at roughly the same time, and they were desperate to throw someone into jail.

this is a lie, to some extent. kakarot believes it, living happily thinking there are no threats

vegeta attacked raditz, needing food. shapeshifters need to eat hearts and lungs of animals as food

raditz is the one who cut him across the chest (thatd why he has a scar on his chest in the ref sheet)

kakarot has to bring crops and milk into a market farther into town sometime in the next week, it being an event ran by capsule corp, a company that produces a lot of housing and vehicles and being in business for 40 years being the anniversary that day.

vegeta is a mechanical manager, wearing fancy clothing that day since its technically a high spot in the ranks for capsule corp.

vegeta likes milk, surprisingly. it helps a lot when recovering damage, especially his species. this is when he meets kakarot

kakarot is running his stand with the crates of crops and glass jars of milk set out on display with their price, krillin with him

vegeta is annoyed he has to speak up to get the seller's attention so he grunts with an "ahem"

kakarot jumps, apologizing and asking what he wants to buy. vegeta gets his milk and some vegetables for someone he knows

"hey, whats with the fancy suit?"

"you dont know who i am?"

"no. should i?"

"i-? im vegeta! im manager of the mechanics in capsule corp!"

"oh. is the job hard?"

they conversate, as kakarot sells his produce happily listening as he was able to get the short man with a temper to talk about his job.

vegeta himself was caught off guard by this action but happily talks

this ends in kakarot running behing the stand's curtain and grabbing his business card so vegeta can have a discount on milk next time he decides to buy

vegeta takes the card walking off

the card has kakarots name and number on the back, a message saying "text me personally if you want extra, i dont mind taking some. you seem cool!"

vegeta is a bit ticked, but pockets the card

over time, vegeta and kakarot talk over text a bit, kakarot delivering him milk like an old time milk delivery boy

turns out he actually used to be one as a kid

turns out hes been into marial arts as well, a long time interest of vegetas

they bond over this, kakarot find himself growing a crush on vegeta

one time kakarot stops buy with a delivery unannounced, not knowing he typed the text but didnt send it. he knocks on vegetas apartment door, but no answer.

he checks to see if its unlocked, and it is so he lets himself in, just wanting to put the delivery on the counter and head out.

he doesnt expect to turn around and see a vegeta with a towel wrapped around his waist, tentacles coming out of his back, green eyes, and sharp ears, teeth, and claws. "K-KAKAROT!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" he yells, surprised. he doesn't have bangs either

"why do you have tentacles?? why do you look different? why do you have that scar?"

vegeta is caught off guard, not sure if he should push kakarot out or tell him the truth. one way or another he knows the truth will spread, so he carefully debates his options

he tells kakarot the truth, hes a shapeshifter and hes insanely dangerous

kakarot is surprised dangerous aliens exist

he tells vegeta this, and deep down vegeta is mad kakarot is sheltered

little do they know as they conversate and bond, growing closer to each other kakarot finds out vegeta made a vow not to ever get in a relationship no matter how much he envied them, especially a human relationship, a certain someone is watching them and listening in, theyre keeping tabs on vegetas and kakarots feelings

trust issues amirite?

later that night, kakarot says his goodbye heading home, heart pounding. wow!!!! vegeta is... great. very great. kinda cute too, i mean what!?? no!!

kakarot rants to himself aloud in his room, window open to keep himself cool, about vegeta as he debates his feelings. he doesnt care if this seems out of character in his friends terms, all they see from him anyway is a dense fightcrazed guy with a dysfunctional relationship with an ex and his son. he realized vegeta doesnt see him like that, but, what DOES vegeta see him as?

he calls it a night

he wakes up to a "thwap, thwap, thwap" against his wooden floor

he sits up, looking around and seeing a short figure sitting at his desk.

"whos there?"

"ah, youre awake monkey! i have valuable information for you, about your lovely vegeta." the voice is squeaky

"and, who is telling me this?" kakarots interest is piqued, not seeing the mysterious figure as a threat, as of now at least

"oh-hohoho! im dr. cold! but please, call me frieza. doctor cold is my father's name."

"and what do you have to tell me about vegeta?"

"mmm, are you sure you want to know?" he gets up, beginning to pace

"theres a catch isnt there" kakarot realizes, serious

"oh! maybe you arent so dense afterall. yes, there iss monkey. its simple, deliever some of your left over crop to my facility tomorrow, i already left the address on a paper over on that... pitiful little desk of yours." frieza pauses. "vegeta will kill you if you arent careful. hes hungry, and he wants that heart. but... i think the poor creation wants it in more than one way. kill him before he kills you."

frieza hands kakarot a box cutter

"thats the only thing that will kill him. if you dont do it i expect that delivery tomorrow by midnight. if you dont show, and theres no news of him being dead, youll be a brilliant collection to my creations, monkey!" the man laughs in joy, clasping his hands together as his red eyes pierce through kakarot

kakarot reluctantly agrees, unsure how this will play out

PART TWO WILL BE MADE SOON!!!

anyway heres the part 1 of the rundown.

[jinxthequeergirl]

Dream Come True

Steve harrington x Hopper! Reader (coraline AU)

Summary: escaping your everyday life after you move to live with your father couldn't have been something you wanted more, luckily for you you are given the chance

Warning: swearing, Horror themes like idk It's Coraline i think that speaks for itself no?

So i don't know if im going to end up making this a series or not but hey if this does really well then I might, but just this is so long so i might have to.

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In front of you sat a small box with many opportunities, two small glossy black buttons, thread and the promise of freedom...

You watched the rain drops race down the window intently as your father drove you home from the headwear store. you'd only been In Hawkins for only half a month, having to move there with your father after your mom died. And you had only spent the time unpacking, today you had finally convinced your dad to take you to get supplies so you could really make your new rooms more like you.

The car bounced slightly causing your head to lift and hit the window. "Ow!"

"Sorry pot hole..." Hopper said glancing over to you. "You alright?"

"Yea...but guess it takes a while to figure out if you have brain damage or not.." You muttered sitting straight in the car seat, crossing your arms over your chest.

"C'mon don't be that way...you get to redecorate your room..that must be exciting for you? Give you something to do while we wait for the rain to clear up. "I guess..." You perked up at a new idea popping into your head.

"Maybe I can start a garden in the front too? Make it look pretty? I have a garden box so we wouldn't need anything, el can help me too!?" You said almost as a question seeing if he would go along with the idea.

"Sure... Sounds good, just wait till the rain clears up so you aren't bringing mud in." You frowned lightly, ut had been raining for the past three days without any sign of stopping soon. "Yea...sure."

The car came to a slow stop infront of the house. "I'll help you get this stuff inside and make you lunch but I've got to go back to work." You nodded as you got out of the car.

You'd begun by rearanging the few things of furniture in the room,while hopper set to work at making you a lunch. You starting with the dresser dragging it across the room to set it in its new place.

You dusted off your hands and turned your attention to look at the new space you made, stopping once it was caught by something on the wall where the dresser once was.

"Hello..." You slid across the floor and dragged your fingers across the outline of a small door in the wall.

"Hey Dad!?" You yelled getting up to look for him. "Whats up?"

"What this?" You asked now running your finger over the key hole. "Do you have the key!?" You asked hopefully turing to look up at him in the dokr way. He shook his head and shrugged. "I...maybe? I'm not sure...if i did it's probably boared up! They're would be no point."

You rolled your eyes. "Now Food in on the counter your sister is with Mike so make sure to call in about an hour to check on her-"

"Can you please look for a key?" You cut in. He sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "I can, but I'm late so just finish unpacking and setting up and I'll look for it when I come back." You huffed but nodded and started to finish setting up your room.

After about an hour and a half you'd finished painting, unpacking and decorating your room, you had finished. Even had lunch and called El just like hopper had asked. Now you simpily sat in your room staring at the photo of your previous bestfriends that sat on the bedside table.

Back in New York with your mom you never had to worry about being bored, all your friends where their and there where places to go. Hawkins was diffrent, granted you where still adjusting but that didn't make it any less difficult.

The phone rang snapping you of of your thoughts. You hustled across the house to puck it up. "Hello?"

"Y/n! Thank god you picked up! Just the girl I was looking for!"

"Hey Robin,whats up?"

"Not much, I was just wondering since the rains cleared up would you be intrested in taking a tour of Hawkins with me and Steve?"

You thought about it for a moment, The first day you'd mobed here and met everyone they where the two you'd hit it off with, well You did with Robin anyways so you didn't see why you couldn't get out.

"Yea...I'd love to!"

"Cool! We'll be there in a few."

"So what does one do around here?" You asked following beside Robin And Steve down the sidewalk. "Well there's the arcade... " steve started but quickly trailed off. "There are some shops around town." Robin added.

"Is there like, i dunno a mall maybe? A movie theater at least?"

"Movie theater yes, mall not so much."

"It a...it burned down." Steve informed. "Oh...wow..." You followed them through town, going in and out of every store that was open.

"So Steve...." You attempted to start while looking through a clothing Rack in a thrift store.

"Got a girlfriend?"

"Uh no..no ya know I'm kinda just testing the waters...seeing if theres anyone worth dating around here."

"And?" You asked not looking up at him, you could clearly tell he was trying to act cool around you.

"And?" He repeated your question.

"Is there?...anyone worth dating around here?"

"Nah none that are really my type." He said nonchalantly fixing his hair in the mirror across from him. "Wow...are you always this increadibly douchie? Or are you like this just for me?" You asked leaning on clothing rack to look at him better.

"What I'm not...I'm not being-"

"You kinda where Harrington." Robin said from across the store earing a chuckle from you. His face flushed and he pretened to look at a jacket that seemingly caught his attention. "Ah don't be that way stevie...it's sooo charming, I'm practically swooning for you." You said sarcastically. "Shut up!"

The sun was hanging low through the trees casting that late afternoon orange glow upon the three of you as you walked back home.

"This place is...pretty boring...how do you guys manage?"

"Hawkins isn't all bad...besides It's a lot more exciting than you would think." Robin said while offering you some of her candy. "You just gotta...know where to look."

"Sometimes the intresting things find you." Steve said stopping once your house came into view. "If you say so...thanks for showing me around."

"No problem, maybe we can hang out again soon." She offered as you started to continue forward. "Yea! That would be great!" They both waved to you as you stepped into the house shutting the door.

You placed a few of the nick nacks you'd bought onto the top of your dresser for decoration, glancing at something that wasn't there before. A glossy black key.

You plucked it from its spot on the dresser and turned to the small door quickly slidding across the floor once again to get to the door. You hestitantly dragged the key across the outline of the door ripping the wall paper open before slipping the key inside.

It slid in perfectly, giving you some sort of relife as it clicked open, you pulled it open being met with nithing but brick.

"Damn..." You huffed and shut the door and placed the key back ontop of the dresser.

Something yanked you from your sleep suddenly and you lied awake, a sliver of silver moonlight hitting your face through the curtains as you did so.

It was quiet as you lied there except for an ever so faint sound of humming that you just barrely missed. You stayed still fir a second trying to pin point the sound, it continued for a while as you did so softly floating through the air from an unknown source, you finally gave in and tossed the covers off and stood up from your bed moving around the room to find it stopping when your foot hit something on the ground.

"What the hell!?" Jumping back slightly at the contact you looked down seeing a long greyish green vine across your bedroom floor. "What the hell..." You repeared examining it closer you followed it with your gaze seeing it came from the small opening of the little door a slight glow came from it along with little white particals that floated up into the air around it.

You moved carefully over to it kneeling next to it careful to avoide the vine protruding from it, as you did you could hear the humming closer now. You pulled the door open getting a blast of air blown back into your face along with a bright glow. You gasped slightly watching a tunnle appear almost instantly infront of you.

The humming slightly louder now. With out a second thought you climbed through, eventually met with another door which you easily pushed open and found yourself crawling through only to see you'd cralwed back into your bedroom. "Huh?" The humming was louder, unmistakable too, you knew that song. You looked at your bedroom door seeing the light from the living room shining in.

"Dad!?" You stood up and exited the room being greeted by the smell of food cooking. "Dad? What are you do-" you stopped a few feet from the counter seeing him move around the kitchen

"Hey sweet pea! You're just in time for dinner!" You gulped thickly when he turned to face you. "Oh god...I must be mistaken...you aren't my dad...my dad-" it was him but, diffrent. He seemed plaer yet more lively.

"Doesn't cook?" He asked guesturing to the freshly cooked meal. You couldn't help but stumble back a little bit as he approached you with a light hearted laugh. "Well thats because I'm your other father dear! Well better father"

"Other...Father?...wha-"

"Why don't you get your mom and Tell her dinner is ready!"

"Mom?

"Well your Mother of course silly! I actually think she's in the garden out front." He pushed you forward lightly and you glanced back cautiously before going to the front door.

You opened the door and stepped outside being greeted by a beautifully bright garden. "Holy sh-"

"Watch your mouth young lady!" You jumped turning tonthe voice and and gulping.

"Oh my god....mom!?" You stopped and covered your mouth feeling tears briming in your eyes.

"Hello sweet pea!" She opened her arms and you instantly ran to her and hugged her. You could tell just like with your father she was diffrent but couldn't exactly tell whatbwas diffrent.

"You...your alive!"

"Well of course I am! Oh come look at this!"

She pulled away taking your hand and pulling you down the steps of the pourch into the flower filled front yard.

She held your shoulders as you watched the flowers practically bloom before you. "I planted them just this afternoon! Our faviorte!" It was true the flowers before you where always both you and your mothers faviorte.

"They're beautiful mom! Oh!" You turned to her with a smile. "Dad said dinner was ready and sent me to get you."

"Oh! We don't wanna keep him waiting!" She said giggling with you and guiding you back to the house.

"There they are!" Hopper yelled setting the last of the food on the table. "Thirsty?" Your mom asked as you sat down. "Mmm you know I could go for a purple cow!"

"Coming right up!" She knocked on the table lightly the lights above lowered themselves offering you said drink, along with extra grape soda and vanilla icecream just incase.

"Wow thank you!" You said taking the drink and extras. Hopper placed a plate infront of you. "Here comes the Gravey train choochoo!" You mom said earning a laugh from both you and your dad.

A toy train in fact made its way across the table stopping infront of you to dump gravey on your plate.

"Mmh! This is so good!" Youbsaid stuffing your mouth full of food. "More?" Hopper asked.

"No thank you I'm stuffed." You said leaning back and taking a last sip of your icecream float.

Hopper took the plate from you and your mother placed a cake before you that read 'Welcome home'

"Home?"

"We've been expecting you for a while!" Hopper said.

"Wow...uh..really?"

"Of course! You beling here! With your family!"

You smiled lightly.

"Thanks...but It's late...I should go to bed.."

"Oh of course!" You stood up and they both followed you to your bedroom. You crawled into bed and they took turns kissing your forhead and wishing you a goodnight. You slowly drifted off to sleep peacefully.

"It was so weird!" You said throwing a rock into the water infront of you.

"Well it was just a dream, nothing to freak about." Robin shrugged.

"Yea I mean your mom was there it couldn't have been real..."

You and robin both glared at Steve. "I...well thats not what I meant..." He gulped slinging his own rock into the water.

"He's right though." You said softly. "But it just...it felt so real! The food the...feeling! But I woke up and the door was all bricked up again..."

"That's just further proof it was only a dream." Robin said as you sat beside her.

"Yea..." It was already late afternoon and you had decided to stay out until the sun had set well into night.

Steve had dropped robin off at her house and so you sat alone with him in his car as he took you home.

"Sorry about what i said...about your mom..."

He said finally. "No...it's ok...like i said you where right...it's just a dream..." He frowned slightly, you could tell he was beating himself up about it.

In all honestly you hadn't gotten off on the best of feet with him but it's wasn't so awful to be around him, he just had a hard time telling when to open his mouth and when to keep it shut. But you liked him.

"Well here we are." He said pulling up to the house. "Thank." You said with a smile before getting out and going inside.

"Hey kid!" Hopper said happily as you stepped inside.

"Hey!" You smiled. "Oh hey, sorry I never got around to finding that key for you."

"Thats ok I found it"

El stood in the door way with a concerned look. "What are you-" you hurried to your room and pulled the key out and showed him.

"You where right though...there was nothing there." You shrugged going back to your room.

"Bad place." You jumped at El's voice behind you. "What?"

"Don't keep going there it's a bad place..." She said quietly. "What bad place?"

"El! Its Mike's on the phone!" El quickly left to take the phone.

"Bad place?..."

[mistymark]

the one with the annotations.

dong sicheng x reader // 3.7k words // masterlist // send requests here

summary; in which sicheng keeps writing in the books at the library and it should be obvious but that’s,,, not,,, allowed???

warnings: none its just fluff, theres some humour if u like,, squint

requested; yes :D - “Enemies to lovers 👀 with sicheng? Love your writing btw 💕” from anon

notes; based on this prompt: ”You’ve got to stop returning books full of corrections and spiteful comments in red pen bc I can’t stop reading them and my boss gives me disapproving glares when I laugh at the funny ones

ohhhhh boi

so while you were at uni you had a part time job at the library

because surprise surprise as a lit major you like books

shocker there

you always tried to work the late shifts, closing up and doing the returns

just because it was easy and relaxing organising and restacking the books

but soon you wished you took the earlier shifts

because of dong sicheng

not to be dramatic but

your long rival

he started coming to the library to borrow books

because that’s kind of the point of a library

but he ended up liking the environment for studying

and would stay there for hours just to study

and you’d admire his hardworking nature

if he left on time, that is

you would do the rounds ten minutes before closing

just to tell everyone like

‘hey, we’ll be closing in around ten minutes if you want to begin packing up’

but this bitch

would nEVER PACK UP ON TIME

you’d end up standing at his table with your bag and the keys in your hand

tapping on the wood to try and get his attention

and him slowly packing up afterwards

even tho he kNOWS you want to go home

‘you’re just as slow as you were in kindergarten hey?’

and he’d be so furious

‘you know you cheated’

‘I don’t remember any such thing’

and maybe you did maybe you didn’t

you were like four years old

as if you’d remember a race you won when you were that age

he just rolls his eyes and leaves as you lock the doors

you leave in the other direction

happily leaving him behind

but he stops by every Monday Tuesday and Thursday night to study

which are the days you work as well

he acts like it’s just part of his schedule 

but he worked out if he came in on Wednesday’s he didn’t have the opportunity to annoy you

and honestly?

annoying you at the end of your shift and after a long session of studying was the highlight of his night

but he keeps borrowing books

and you’re like

whatever

until he borrows this new book you’ve been wanting to read for ages

and you were low-key so bitter

this lil bitch has no way of knowing you wanted that book but somehow he does and that’s the only reason he’s borrowed it

even though,, he literally had no idea lmao

tbh u probably would have wanted to talk to him about the books he reads bc u have very similar taste

okay the same taste

but he’s such an asshole ur like nah fam

anyways he returns it after a week

boy reads fast ok

and when he goes to drop it in the returns box

you just take it from his hand and scan it under your name straight away

and put it under the desk so no one else can borrow it

and when there’s a lull in the work at the library

you reach under the table for the book and rifle through it

and you notice a few pencil marks

and upon further inspection you realise they’re comments referencing certain parts of the book

and you do nOT stand for vandalism

but some of them are fuckin hilarious not gonna lie

on the page you just happened to open

you can see there’s a comment beside a passage of text depicting a fight scene

‘this would kill someone wtf’

and u laugh and wonder who had done this

like the book had only been out for a little while

and u finish it in just less than a week

bc u read a lot during your shifts

probably a lot more than you should tbh

and seriously the comments made the book better

you hadn’t laughed so hard at random commentary so much

like the words were exactly what you were thinking

you couldnt help it

while ur putting some of the books back in the middle of your shift

!!!! you see another book that u might like !!! 

not to judge a book by its cover butttttttt

it looks like ur type oop-

and after flipping through it

to get an idea of font size and chapter length cause ur a whole nerd like that

u see it ALSO has pencil markings

in the borders and underlining sentences

and without even thinking u borrow it

just to read the funny comments again

and ur boss comes up to you during your shift and is like

‘have you seen someone’s been writing in the books? look at this’

and thrusts a book in ur face

and ur like ??????? okay chill I’ll look

and u read the writing she’s pointing at

the familiar loopy handwriting adorning the page

and it says ‘I hope she throws her drink in his face’

when u read the paragraph for context

u realise it’s a confession scene

a few lines down the mystery person has written ‘called it.’

and u can’t help but laugh

like come on that was funny

but ur boss doesn’t agree

she just asks you to find out who’s doing it so they can be suspended from the library

or charged with vandalism

or something

she wants vengeance

u roll ur eyes and go to one of the staff computers

scrolling through the lists of borrowers for that specific book

and it’s a fuckin library that book has been borrowed a loT

2031 times ???????????????

you almost fall of your chair tbh

then someone clears their throat in front of u

and u immediately apologise as u try and get the right tab up to process the borrower’s book

but once u look at the person in front of u

you wish you hadn’t been so nice

sicheng stands in front of you

a grin on his face as he hands you another book

smug bitch is so happy he startled u

‘looking at porn on the library computer, yn?’

u laugh

‘I’m not u in 8th grade’

he glares at you as he takes his book and goes back to his desk to continue studying

u were soooo hoping he’d leave

even tho u kinda enjoyed looking at him

like dude was hot okay

what were u supposed to do????

ur actual job????

please.

so he stays

and when it’s ten minutes til closing

u go and let everyone know

and u stop at sichengs table

and he’s writing out notes or something

idk it’s not like u care anyway lol

but he’s lowkey frustrated bc he keeps messing up this one goddamn formula

so he erases it

and that’s when u catch a glimpse of his handwriting

and bruh am I high or is that the exact same handwriting as in the books

I mean he has borrowed a few of the books

and he’s into that genre

not that you've checked out his borrowed list or anything

basically ur having this whole conversation with yourself in your head

bc ur cool like that

and he’s like ????? why this bitch standing over my shoulder and watching me write out this equation

until he’s like ‘what are u doing’

and ur like !!!!! oh hi !!! sorry I was busy listening to the voices in my head lmao xD

jk jk

‘have u been writing in the books’

and suddenly he’s super shy

and he has this massive grin

and he’s like ‘no’

bitch we know it was u stfu

u roll ur eyes and ur like ‘its not funny my boss wants you to be suspended’

he squints at you

‘how do you even know it was me’

and then:

‘DO YOU HAVE E V I D E N C E’

and u cross your arms

like a badass bitch

and ur like ‘I have plenty of evidence actually’

‘for one, youve borrowed all the books that have been found with writing’

‘and your handwriting matches’

subconsciously he covers his notebook with his arm to hide his handwriting

and he's like ‘why are u telling me this’

you're taken aback by the question tbh

like ?????? to be a good person ??????

idk u fuckwit just wanted to warn you

‘thought you'd want to know’

and he just turns back to his book

and you shrug and walk away like ok get suspended then see if I care

but u do :((

but as you walk away hes like

‘wait’

‘Im gonna be suspended??’

and u nod like ye that's what I just said but ok

‘like I cant borrow or I cant come in at all?’

u don't know tbh

‘both I think?’

and suddenly there's panic in his eyes

another person walks past u and thanks u

and u mindlessly tell them to have a good night as they leave

everyone has left

except sicheng of course

that beautiful son of a-

wait why did u say beautiful

‘what can I do to nOT get suspended??’

and u shrug bc idk dude not my problem

but then u think about it

‘I mean if u get rid of the evidence theres no way u can be suspended, right?’

and he seems so happy at the thought

‘would you help me? please?’

and ur sooooooo skeptical

‘depends. what do u want to me to do?’

‘I mean I need access to the books so’

‘yeah ill let u in and out’

‘I can't exactly just erase the markings when people could be watching’

and that's exactly how you end up sitting in the library with dong sicheng at 11pm at night rifling through books to find odd pencil markings to erase

it wasnt that hard

u just got his record up

*snorts* ‘you borrowed ‘how to talk to girls’ when we were thirteen’

and he just rolled his eyes and marched to the computer like ‘you can see my record I deserve to see yours’

and ur like NOOOOOO nononononono

but later

‘you've read all the light-fighter novels??’

he looks at you from where hes searching for one of the books on the list, an eyebrow raised

‘yeah why’

‘dude,, I loved those books’

and he smiles a little

‘thats where I started marking the books tbh, every time I read it id add a little cross in the corner of the cover bc I read it so often’

part of u is a little impressed

the other is annoyed at how similar your taste in books is

but the first part keeps asking why u hate him so much

other than the staying late and the snarky comments

which you actually find kinda funny-

anyways

once you've gathered up a few of the books

like at least ten each

you sit on the floor of the childrens section

beanbags sprawled out beneath you as u read through some of the books

most of them you've read before

and every time you giggle at something hes written his smile gets a little bigger

but of course youre looking at the book so you dont notice

and he keeps his head down

‘is it bad that im hungry’

you lift your head from the book to look at sicheng

hes not even reading anymore hes just lounging back on the beanbags

and maybe he'd been watching u read

watching as the smile on your face grew wider at his commentary

‘I didnt see you leave tonight. have u eaten?’

you furrow your brows in thought, trying to recall having seen him leave

‘you been watching me, y/n?’

‘have you been eating, sicheng?’

and there's something about the way you say his name that makes his heart jump

his voice is soft as he looks at you in the dark

‘no’

you focus back on the book in front of you

‘finish whatever book youre on and we’ll call it a night’

‘what, you wanna go eat?’ 

you cant tell if hes just surprised or if hes hopeful

or something else

‘no but I do want to sleep’

you laugh and he forces a laugh too

you dont notice the difference

when you've returned all the books

he meets you at the front door as you grab the book you'd been reading that shift

hes just standing by the door on his phone

and maybe its bc ur tired or maybe its just him

but u cant help thinking

Jesus Christ this boy is attractive

and okay maybe u had a crush on him a few years ago

but hey! you were eleven what could u do

the crush still lasted like two years tho lmao

but u shoulder your bag and open the door for him

making sure to lock it carefully

and he walks with you in the direction of your apartment

and ur like oh u live this way too?

and hes like nah

but what kind of boy would he be if he didnt accompany home

like christ y/n u could be h u r t out here at this time of night

but you just smile at him bc wow thats ??? actually ??? kinda sweet

‘who are u and what have u done with dong sicheng’

and there goes his heart again

he just nudges u with his elbow 

and u laugh at him and continue on ur way

when u get to ur building he thanks u for ur help in the most polite way possible

and u can kind of see that hes actually rlly nice ??? how ???

but hes back at the library the next day

and of course he comes up to the counter as soon as he spots you

sneaking around a few desks so u dont hear him come up behind you to whisper ‘BOO!’ in your ear

you jump like three feet in the air and spin around to tell him to get out from behind the desk

‘I dont see a nametag on u that means u have to be on THAT side of the desk thank u very much’

‘didnt realise your name tag said bitch on it geeeez y/n ://’

and u just fix him with a glare once hes finally on the right side

‘are u borrowing a book or not’

‘nuP’

he leans on the desk

his eyes staring straight into yours

‘just wanted to ask if u were able to stay back tonight’

you roll ur eyes

you'd barely gotten any sleep last night

but the look of concern on his face when he realises youre hesitating makes you nod

‘of course,, wouldnt want my least favourite person to get kicked out’

‘I always knew you had a soft spot for me’

you roll ur eyes aGAiN

‘go bother someone else’

‘oh is the hot librarian in?’

you push him away from the desk

but he doesnt miss the faint smile on ur lips

‘sicheng dont make me give you $100 in overdue book fees’

he sticks his hands up at the threat, his eyes wide

‘no. please. ill do anything’

when u raise an eyebrow at him, he just grabs the book you'd been reading (and not yet borrowed) and walks away

and he winks too

u have to stop your heart from beating out of its chest

and later

its 8pm and the library is officially closing

and for the past three hours you'd been walking to sicheng’s desk and subtly been trying to steal your book back

but every single time hes seen you coming

and pulled the book under the desk or into his lap

away from your grabbing hands

every. single. time.

you tap your foot impatiently at him when its time to continue ur undercover project

and he smiles down at his notebook when he hears u huff in annoyance at him

he dramatically looks up at you

‘do you need something?!’

‘do you want to get suspended?!’

he narrows his eyes at you but stands up anyway

he carefully puts his things in his bag and takes the list of books from your hands

a few of them are already crossed out as having been checked and erased

but theres still a lot to go

it takes you almost three weeks to finally get to the last day

and it had been the same thing every time;

sicheng took forever to pack up

you'd eventually find about ten books each

sit in the children’s section

laugh and chat about your lives while you went through the books

tease each other

and when you'd finished,

he'd walk you home

every single time

without fail

it became a habit that on the Tuesdays he'd stop by on his way to his morning class to drop coffee off for you

because he'd kept you up the night before

and it became easy to lose track of time with sicheng

he was just so engaging

there was no part of you that felt bored or uncomfortable with him

yeah he was annoying and infuriating

but his good book taste made up for it

and his annotations in the margins of the books too

‘is this the last of them?’

he squints down at the page again, counting the books on the table again

its the third time hes counted

‘surely ive read more than this’

‘not from this library ://’

you blow your hair out from your face and look down at the pile

‘you know, I think my manager is starting to get really suspicious of me’

‘why’ he looks up briefly from his book to read your face

but you try and remain calm

‘well she only told me about the markings right. and now theyre disappearing’

he looks at you like ?????

‘well she knows ive been closing up late... I think she thinks I did it’

he laughs ‘you? has she met you?’

you pout and throw a pillow at him

‘HEY! what's that supposed to mean :((’

‘it means ive never met someone who's so protective over books as you’

you think about it, chewing ur bottom lip

‘lets just finish this’

‘do u want to get food after’

he surprises you with the sudden question

and the slight nervousness thats evident on his face really makes you want to say yes

but you have a class tomorrow

and you always try and finish up here earlier on a Thursday night

‘cant :((’

he nods and goes back to readng

theres silence for a while

but you find it comfortable

sicheng on the other hand, feels as though hes just been shot down

like

you just turned down his date

you've kinda noticed hes more reserved now

quiet

but rlly hes just kind of embarrassed

until u say something that gives him hope

‘I,, uh, I dont have plans tomorrow night’

and ngl boy is stunned

‘just if u wanted to go see a movie or something idk’

now its ur turn to be embarrassed

u hope ur hair is hiding ur face as u look back down at the book in ur lap bc no doubt ur blushing

but sicheng is just staring at you

and

before even saying anything

he leans over the gap between you

with all the books

and hovers in front of your face

ur so shocked and ur heart is beating way too hard and fast and ur breathing is too quick to be normal are you having an attack I dont know-

and then he leans forward a little bit more

and his lips meet yours

and suddenly its like a fireworks display went off inside you

and then its almost midnight on a Thursday night and ur sitting in the children's section of your workplace in the beanbags with sicheng cupping ur face and kissing you

he just really needed to kiss you

like more than he needed air

and when u finally pull back

he loves how breathless you are

how you have to fight to keep the smile off your face

how you stare at him with wide eyes

‘so its a date then?’

you blush even redder

and nod

‘ye its a date :))’

but for the next fifteen minutes you sit in stunned silence together

small smiles playing on your faces

until u look at your watch and ur like

‘shit sicheng I have to go’

and his eyes widen bc holy crap u were supposed to leave like half an hour ago

so u both sprint around the library trying to put all the books back

and he meets you at the door again after you've grabbed the keys and made sure everything that needed to be locked was,,, u know,, locked

and when ur walkign to the door again

hes on his phone

u cant see but hes texting his friends about what happened lmao what a softie

and when u walk out together

without thinking he grabs your hand

and u walk home

hand in hand

after midnight

he clears his throat

‘so uh,, when actually is our date’

‘my last class ends at 5-’

‘so 5 it is’

‘are u sure??’

he nods happily

and he presses a gentle kiss to ur forehead when u get to ur doorstep

‘ill see u tomorrow’

but the next day

when u come out of your last class

a little giddy

a little too excited

and see him leaning against one of the stone pillars

effortlessly handsome

you feel your heart flip

and maybe ur just tired or maybe its him

but hes really attractive

like really really attractive

its actually just that youre in love with him

he doesnt see you coming

too focused on something on his phone

but he definitely sees you when you push his hand out to the side and step onto ur toes to kiss him

and u can feel him smile a little as he kisses you back

‘ready for that date?’

‘yeah, where are we going’

‘so I was thinking we could go to the libra- HEY! dont hit me I was j o k i n g y/n jesus christ’

[tgai-spock]

Lines of ice from rolling waves and subtle villains

The chaotic boy who won’t shut up

tw: mentions of a ‘r*pe alarm’ but its actually a slightly different personal alarm. Nothing to do with r*pe this is pg. I just use the word so I’m giving you a heads up.

Chapter 5

Have you ever walked into a fancy house you had to pay to visit? There’s always those weird spiky plants on chairs, and urgent messages saying ‘do not sit’, as if you don’t have the common sense to knock the plant on the floor before sitting down. The common room reminded Spock of that. Red walls, seats everywhere with carved wooden legs, and big puffed cushions. To the left of the room 3 sofas faced each other around a coffee table on a rug. They looked out of a window, which on this second floor gave a view across the field, up to the beginnings of the not too distant forest. 

The right side of the room had another dark red rug, with a table  on it low to the ground, cushions on the floor around it. Elsewhere around the room, snuggly hidden were several other tables, with cushioned chairs. Tyler walked to the wall nearest the door they had just entered and tapped the cabinet with the sink.

“This is the drinks station, you can drink all the water from the tap, use the kettle, and any of the teas” He opens a mini-fridge below the table where several different types of milk were stored “milks all good, but if you see sweets they belong to someone. Do not eat the sweets. And clear up after yourself, or I will beat your arse. I mean, report you, and you will be on cleaning duty for a week. That means you get to clean the toilet. If you refuse the punishment you get expelled.” 

“Upstairs belongs to the elder years, don’t go up there, it’s mostly just dorms” he said pointing to a small twirly stairs next to the window. They walked through a door on the right side of the room. It was stacked with a bookcases, and several dozen bean bags.

“This is the bean bag zone. A lot of people come in here when they get cramps, apparently. It might have something to do with the real fire, or the way the bean bags eat you. First years are not allowed to touch the fire. You gotta get your fire license first. Might seem annoying but apparently a few years ago some kid set himself on fire, which personally, I don’t know how you’d even manage - a burn sure, your whole face on fire? Ridiculous. Don’t put anything near the fire. I’d say flammable, but y’all dumbass’s so don’t put anything near it. Especially illegal alcohol. Alcohols not allowed on site, it’s the one thing me and the other prefects have agreed not to tattle on, but if I catch you puking anywhere in the common rooms I’m going to throw you out a window.” Tyler said and they walked into the next room. Tyler, was a confusing guy, was he serious? He was threatening yet also, he smiled. Smile means happy, and friendly, Spock thought. 

“This room is split in to 14 mini segments it’s a quiet zone. Whatever you do in their you gotta be quiet. Some folks just need a moment alone introverts and all, or want to do their  homework in peace. Do not masturbate in the segments. I need one room I know I can lay down in, without getting gunk on me. My own beds no good because thats where I masturbate. Jokes! Thats where I f*ck.”

“Is there… a room to do that then? The set wank room?” One boy asked, and he was pushed around by the blokes around him laughing.

“The fucking toilet, whats your name?” Tyler asked.

“Scotty.”

“It’s wanker now. Wi-fi reaches the toilet, don’t wank in the showers. Last year I took my money into my own hands and started DNA testing the shower, will I ever recover? No. But now I can  shower in peace, and if someone has a complaint I have money and DNA tests I will freely give. Anyway, enough about wankers. I’ve made out with someone in each segment.” He points back out the door, the way they came from “down that hallway is all of your dorms. Have fun finding yours.”

There were six, huge bedrooms, each room had a bit of paper stuck to it. Spock searched each room for his name but couldn’t find it, he and Pavel carried their bags with a bunch of other kids to the end of the hallway. Where Spock at last found his room. The room was blue. The floor wooden, and the single bed frames silver. Spock walked to the end of the room, seeing the bed he wanted immediately at the end, close to the large window. Pavel followed and put their bag on the bed opposite him. Pavel frowned as they put their bag on their bed.

“Is this okay?” Pavel asked him and glanced towards the others, what from appearances alone looked like 4 boys, and 3 other girls “or like are we dividing the room between girls and boys and.. non-binary… are any of you non-binary?”

“I’m agendered” said a person who appeared asian short black hair, and big circular glasses “although I just use he/him pronouns.”

“Cool, I’m Pavel, what’s your name?”

“Hikaru. I heard someone call you Moriarty what’s that about?” Pavel put his head back and sighed.

“A mistake. I’m sorry I forgot my name. My name is Pavel, please I just panicked.”

“I wondered how the dorms were going to be split” Nyota, with hair cropped in a wavy bob, and hooped silver earrings said as she placed her bag on the bed next to Spock’s “not to sound sexist but I’m a little worried that someone who doesn’t have tits might stare at mine in my sleep, I mean, a lot of the teenage boys I’ve been around are just the worst. Not to accuse any of you anything but I doubt everyone in this school’s an angel, it’s mathematically impossible.”

“I get what you mean” Pavel nodded.

“Well” Sulu said “what if someone stares at my dick while I’m sleeping?”

“Thats not the same, I mean, its always under covers, it’s not like your duvets going to outline your dick.” Nyota said, Sulu raised his eyebrows and his eyes darted to Spock, and the boy on the bed next to him. The boy next to him was Charlie, a large sized boy with brown hair and a look of confusion. On the other side of Charlie was a girl with blonde hair called Janice with a buzzcut and lightening shapes in her hair. She seemed amused by the conversation, but didn’t look like she agreed. On the bed beside Nyota close to the dorm door, was Christine, the girl who had called Tyler a slut. She was opposite Charlie. It was during the moment of awkward looking about that Tyler bursted into their dorm room.

“Oh don’t tell me you fucked someone in this bed too” Christine immediately yelled.

“I did not fuck anyone in that bed. But I think pissy Jax slept there last year so good luck with that.” Tyler said hands firmly on his hips.

“Oh you must be joking? Someone swap with me, Janice?”

“Why? You sleep in Jax’s piss, piss girl.” Janice said.

“I’m sure it got washed” Tyler said rolling his eyes, then he shook his head in Nyota’s direction.

“Have you all found your privacy barriers?” Tyler asked.

“The what?” Nyota asked.

“I’m about to save your life.” Tyler said walking over to her “just slide your hand down over that black thing behind you.” 

Nyota turned behind her. There was a 1cm wide, 20cm long black stick, outlined by silver metal on the wall. 30cm to the right of it was a small square black box. Nyota waved her hand over it, and down from the ceiling fell a black curtain. There was one of these sticks behind all of their beds. The ends of the curtain stuck to a silver metal line that went around the whole of the outside of the bed leaving enough room for her legs.

“Neat” Nyota said from inside her curtain.

“Pretty cool right? Watch this” Tyler said and pushed the black curtain, almost immediately a quiet, but loud enough to be easily heard beeping began, almost like the ringing of a phone.

“Thats the rape alarm. The goto rule is, if the curtains are down, you’re not allowed to clown, also you gotta yell at them to get up. Except me of course I’ve got this” Tyler said and pulled out a card and waved it next to the silver box. The curtain began to raise by itself and the alarm cut off.

“My brother goes here” Janice said “he said it was to stop kids dragging the mattresses on to the roof whilst they were asleep.”

“You say, de-pranker, I say rape alarm, tomato tomatoe.” Tyler shrugged with a grin.

“Why is there an alarm?” Nyota asked.

“It’s mostly incase someone gets stuck in their curtain, or they’re having a medical emergency. Surprisingly getting tangled and sucked up into the curtain happens more often than you’d think. Honestly theres nothing wrong with having some hand pulled curtains but then the rooms don’t look minimalistic y’know? If you think theres an issue with someone, like you can hear them breathing real funny and they won’t respond you just run upstairs and find a prefect. However I’ve adjusted that rule, you put up someone else's curtains, you set of the rape alarm, then you get me. Then I’ll help your friend while a teacher is already on the way.”

“How long do the teachers take to respond?” Spock asked.

“They - nice hat kid” Tyler said with a slowing grin, and then a blink “been meaning to say that the whole tour. Shit what was I saying? If your personal alarm stays on for more than 30 seconds, it starts getting louder, after two minutes you’ll have a teacher come in. Last year, the third years drew up this really elaborate murder prank and set it off at 3 in the morning, turns out those pranks aren’t as funny as you’d think because apparently the teachers will straight up bring a stun-gun into your room, and I’m pretty sure that shits illegal.”

“You set of an alarm and think its bad the teacher would come to your rescue with a stun-gun?” Nyota asked

“Well… whatever. You folks all good now? Can I go catch up with my friends. Oh, and just so you know. There’s no bell you just have to manage yourself. You’ve probably all got your timetables already, the next thing you go to is lunch, which is in an hour or so, and then you will have to head to your last two lessons. For lunch, just go back to where you came from.” Tyler said and then left. Spock took a deep breath in, this was a lot of good news, but the personal alarms seemed a bit much, still given his history with classmates, at least he’d be able to sleep peacefully, he had already been planning to go find somewhere else to sleep like on the roof for a week or so before he made the brake from school. The bed was now a better option.

“I’ve got no idea how we got here” Pavel sighed “let alone finding the lunch room.”

“Me neither” Charlie said “but at least I know every room Tyler’s fucked in.”

Note:

Listen most people have direct hair cuts when their a kid. The reason for Janice Rands long elaborate hair is because she used to shave it off all the time because punk, but later she learns to be a gentle punk and love pink without fear. Nyota hair is similar. Chapels is similar. Was thinking about giving sulu long hair but he can stick with short.... leaves a lot of wiggle room incase I think of something cool to do with it. 

[Chapter 1]         [Chapter 2]         [Chapter 3]          [Chapter 4]

[Chapter 5]         [Chapter 6]

[cleaduvalls]

i watched “spy kids” 4 times in 1 week and here are my thoughts

carmen your nightgown is like 200 years old, get a new one

you clearly know this story by heart, you’re saying parts of it. why are you questioning what “take him out” means

a double wig should be more obvious than that

we can see that that’s a glass elevator. people can see you changing, ingrid

nice hat

why did you kill the swan

is that paul rudd???????

how are jets ripping pages out of a book

heart shaped parachutes shouldn’t be working that well

why is there a guitar on your bed. how do you sleep

i think the kids would have seen the track in the floor at SOME point

why is there a jungle gym in their house. i know they’re spies but who has a jungle gym.... in their HOUSE

carmen you’re a frog

i think juni just legitimately try to kill carmen

why are both parents going to school. is that like, a Thing????

juni how do you do that

who puts a video screen in the front seat

hey look its floop. love that guy

they’re not picking on you for the bandages, it’s cuz you brought the toys OUTSIDE your backpack. always put them inside. trust me

did his mirror just.... zoom in?????

h*ck yeah beat him up greg

do all the other kids hate him too??????

dang that hurt

“chief” that’s so white

stupid kid. his dads a spy

that floop doll isn’t even close to accurate

hey look its floop again. love that dude

Big Willy Wonka Energy

oooh skipping numbers i see. love that

why do the subtitles have “mr. floop” as his name. its just floop, yall

“sometimes in order to think big you have to think small” pretty inspirational tbh

oh hes fidgeting!!!!!! love that

woah what are you doing this is rated pg ingrid

i wish my uncles would tell me im shrinking. they just make small talk abt school 😔

this gradenko lady looks like jan from the office

hey its floop again!!!!! love that dude

yes juni. its a fire drill in your own home

these dudes have a jungle gym AND a pool. what the h*ck

why did you pull off your mustache to prove you’re not related. if anything that makes you more related. greg does that too

why did he put the mustache back ON

where did those boats come from

carmen says manual weird. man-yull

right, cuz adrenaline causes warts

“don’t touch anything” *immediately touches everything*

basic boat ettiquette: don’t shit in the boat. those toilets can’t handle anything

is that globe..... punched in???????

floop!!!!!!! love that dude

feet on the desk????? i dunno seems pretty gay

since when did carmen get keys to that

i might be wrong but i dont think thats every country

what does pressure have to do with positioning a laser

this floor is the best mechanic in the whole movie. reminds me of a richie rich comic i had as a kids

why did they not run into the wall. i wanted to see that

is the slide there when floop films his show????

HEY ITS FLOOP!!!! love that dude

theres a bunch of normal food like.... sour worms. why did they pick the slime from charlie and the chocolate factory when johnny depp finds the oompa loompas

thats a sick coat. best one in the movie

that was a good snap. nice acoustics

God what a power move. something thanos would say

listen floop i love you but thats not how you say research

fELIX NO

and hes gone. cool

did she kick the camera?????

haha author unknown. cuz hes a spy

why did you take that one specifically????? plot convenience????

he can still be a spy, just not a good one. learn to read

is that supposed to be a question?????

FUN FACT if you listen closely when carmen says “like felix said” you can hear a weird cut in “said”, almost like its a new clip

theres no keyhole

i think juni can read. why are you spelling it

did you have the floop toys in your pocket????

OKAY THIS SCENE WHERE THEY PLAY IT BACKWARDS?????? THAT MESSED ME UP AS A KID 

what do those things do?????

i can feel the pain from the fan blades

how did that break the chain????

why would you annouce that. they can hear you. just because they’re thumbs doesn’t mean they’re deaf

that’s a thing, not a place

FLOOP!!!!! ON A BILLBOARD!!!! love that dude

how are you slipping. shes holding YOU

YOU DROPPED HIM GENIUS

how do people not notice the jetpack dudes

DOES NO ONE CARE THAT CLOTHES WERE STOLEN

that’s a cute coat

why is the lady cool with carmen just... doing that

HEY I LOVE THIS SONG!!!!!!!!! AND THAT DUDE!!!!!

ofc you can’t think “straight enough” you’re gay

why is mexico sepia tone

when do you think juni had time to change and learn a new language

IF IT HURTS TO HIT HIM, S T O P

i wanna be on that merry-go-round

HOW DO YOU K N O W THAT HIS CODE NAME. WHY “MUST” IT BE HOMBRE

i love how junis just like “we already got a fake uncle”

LOOK AT HOW FLOOP IS SITTING!!!!!!!! THATS GAY!!!!!!! HE IS A HOMOSEXUAL!!!!!!!!

ALSO MORE FLOOP!!!! say it with me, LOVE THAT DUDE!!!!!!!!!!

minion looks like barry from friends

wait i lied this coat is better

we DO have uncles like that!!!!!

if your inventions are so good why is your font so BORING

hey wait carmen said that. hmmmmmmmm 🤔🤔🤔

glowsticks dont help you see like at all

the map looks like gallifreyan but its not. spy kids is older than the doctor who reboot

they go ZOOM

THATS NOT HOW YOU SAY MANUAL!!!!!!!

great job carmen YOU wrecked the plane

WHATS A REGULATOR

oh its just a breathing thing

haha pee joke. funney

where are the brains coming from???? that factory is Not Correct

if i were juni i would look back over all the floop’s fooglies tapes and see what the agents were saying backwards. once the mission was done, ofc

it took me like 5 minutes to figure out what sknaht meant the first time

SEE THIS MECHANIC IS GOOD BC NOW THERES NO PLEXIGLASS

WHY DOES NO ONE RUN INTO THE WALL

F L O O P  I S  G O D

love that dude

you discussed with the spy parents that juni watched the show. he just told you that you took his parents. you KNOW this is juni, why are you surprised that he watches it????? you already know!!!!!!

tbh i kinda want some of those colorful chains. they’d look cool somewhere

haha voice crack

no wonder your shows not doing well. those are awful times

why is there a sexy thumb nurse. why did floop make the thumb nurse sexy

use her first name?????? you’re clearly dating

!!!!!! THEY USED THE SAME TOOL MULTIPLE TIMES!!!!!! UNHEARD OF!!!!!!!

he cares so much about this show!!!!!! its so sweet!!!! love that dude

YEP THIS COAT IS BETTER, LOOKS A M A Z I N G IN A RUNNING SCENE

haha you killed carmen

ok this scene with the acid crayon is like my absolute favorite. something about using a crayon to escape and then floop (love that dude) opening the door a second later and then doing a double take. FAVE

wheres belize

ok so apparently its a country by mexico

no you CANT tell her you need to ESCAPE

we finally got a clean outside shot of the castle.... that place is wack

haha minion can’t sit in the hand chair correctly because hes STRAIGHT what a loser

hey juni HOW DO YOU DO THAT

minion you know what the robot costumes look like AND what juni looks like. dont be stupid

what..... what do you want carmen for, exactly, minion??????

floop is supportive of others’ art!!!!!!!!!!! love that dude

HE SAID “WHERE’S MOM AND DAD” LIKE THEY’RE HIS OWN PARENTS THAT’S SO C U T E

ALSO ANOTHER SCENE WITH THE GREAT RUNNING COAT

he says doppelganger beautifully

“its too late” that timing was BEAUTIFUL

you COULD take 500 brains out if you just TRIED HARDER. still love that dude

his control panel has buttons that spell “floop”

WHY CAN MINION TALK NORMAL

if its reversible why do you have it in later movies

carmen fights fake juni and juni fights fake carmen because they didnt have the fancy clone (?) technology

THREE TIMES!!!!!! THEY USED THE SAME TOOL T H R E E  T I M E S THIS HAS NEVER BEEN SEEN BEFORE!!!!!!!!!!!

nice censorship

HOW DID MACHETE SMASH ONLY THE CLEAR WINDOWS AND A L L THE CLEAR WINDOWS THERE ARE NO MORE CLEAR WINDOWS!!!!!! ANYWHERE!!!!!

wow nice 3 buttons thats totally how you hack

oh look they have all died

oh. guess not :((

machete you better rip off your mustache

HES GOING TO JUNIS LEVEL TO TALK TO HIM!!!!!!! HE RUFFLED HIS HAIR!!!!!!!!! HES GONNA MAKE A GREAT DAD!!!!!!!

wow no shit ingrid

did he leave his wart bandaid on the kitchen counter?????

ALAN CUMMING!!!! ON A CEREAL BOX!!!!

ok CLEARLY other people watch floop’s show, he’s rated number 2. kids at the school are gonna recognize juni and carmen. they better get popular

is that george clooney

well that’s not how it works in spy kids 2. or 3. or 4. or the tv show

[minecraftowl-blog]

A lot of their clients

A lot of their clients are really freaking mean for no reason. The downside to raking in that sweet cash is that a lot of people can be really mean for no reason. She says a lot of guys can't even sit there and watch her without saying mean things to her, and many of them don't tip either. Granted, that happens in minimum-wage jobs too, but I'm guessing what guys say to her is probably way worse than what people say to fast-food employees. Each network will ask you to fill out a brief bit of biographical information — list your interests, and try to sound fun — and then check a box or pull down a menu saying that you're 18 or above. You'll need to submit some sort of identification proving your age, but with standards low, laws international, and documents scanned, forging such a thing is a cinch, making underage cam girls a real problem.Inside the building, Studio 20 occupies the first and second floors. Forty rooms open off pristine, white corridors, their walls adorned with pictures of women in states of glamorous undress. A closed door means business. Inside that room a woman is live and direct via webcam with international clients - and as long as she is alone in the room, it is entirely legal. In this world of virtual relationships and cybersex, those in front of the camera are "models" and the men who watch are "members". If abuse were such a big problem, Anna says, then why would any Romanian girls bother with it at all? Why wouldn't they just find some other job? In a country whose GDP only stopped shrinking two years ago, with 20 per cent of the population living below the poverty line and personal income levels far below Kazakhstan, Iran and Gabon, that question answers itself. There's a reason Anna's so happy to be independent from her former employers, a status she equates with nothing less than her "freedom".

Some guys they date are actually really understanding of their profession. While odds are that she has exes who weren't totally cool with it, she says she's dated men who have been "incredibly supportive and understanding" once she was honest about what was happening. "I explained, 'No one is touching me. I set my boundaries. I will never meet these people. I don't know their names, where they live, or what they look like. I do only what I want, when I want, how I want to, at the touch of my own hand. I end anything if I feel weird.'" Once they had that chat, she says it wasn't an issue, which is awesome. The first time I went private with a guy I freaked the fuck out. All he wrote was get naked. And so far all Id done in a chat room was flash my boobs for an influx of tokens. I froze up in stage ­fright and closed the room. In my group chat I wrote: Sorry, cam froze. And I logged off for the night.Inside, Studio 20 feels like the Paramount Pictures of camming. You walk in and theres hallways and hallways of rooms. One of them is decorated for a surfer girl, one of them is a girly teen-looking bedroom, one has teddy bears, one has a stripper pool, one is a fake bathroom with a tub. And theyre all just these fake sets where one side is a bedroom and the other side has a huge monitor, camera, computer, and professional lighting."With the Feds closing down and tightening the control on casino and poker sites, some of those [criminal] elements have found a new way of doing business: the Cam Industry. Let me make clear that this is in no way an MFC problem where I work. This is an industry-wide problem which will need to be addressed if this industry wants to survive.

Exactly! That's where I got my first taste of sex positivity. Going through my relationships and going to university I was like ‘woah, nobody thinks the way I do, I must be weird'. But being a webcam model, I realised everyone is into something different, they just feel like they can't talk about it.I knew then, that before I could construct a cohesive argument to put toward my friend, that I needed to take another look at the situation from a broader perspective. I knew that if I came at it purely from my own personal experience that I would ultimately fail. Firstly, I needed to find out if the topic had been discussed at length already - I had heard bits and pieces about the industry and its link to feminism but this time I immersed myself. When I typed in feminism and stripping there was more material than I ever would have possibly imagined, and I read article after article after article.While I was there, I went through one of the trainings they offer—a cam girl boot camp, so to speak. To be a cam girl, I learned, you have to be able to field sexual requests and be an expert on all kinds of fetishes so that you always know what clients are talking about. On top of that, you also have to be a pseudo therapist. The coach trained me on how to respond to different fetish requests, what to wear, how to do my makeup, how to pose, how to use the equipment, and just how to interact with clients in general. It turns out that, according to my coach, what people like is generally not the super over-the-top sexy woman. They want someone who looks hot but is pretty normal and chill, who they can just talk to.Sites do virtually nothing to curb or discourage this kind of treatment. CONTINUED BELOW...

[littlebitoffanfic]

Baking

Fandom: Texas Chainsaw Massacre Character: Leatherface, luda, Hoyt, monty Relationship: Leatherface/reader Request: Leatherface x reader where reader Chan is a baker and chef so constantly insists on helping with cooking. Just simple. A.N: apparently I cant do simple. But if you’d like a part two that’s a little more simple (since I’d have an established story). You placed the freshly bakes cupcakes on the windowsill of your home, the aroma filling the house. They looked delicious and smell as divine, which you were glad of, because they hoped they would draw your visitor once again. You had seen him about numerous times. He liked to walk in the woods quite often but always hid his face behind masks. When you first moved into the house, you had been frightened of him. He was a big guy, tall and very muscular, but even in fear you couldn’t help but feel the smallest ping of attraction for him even then. It had all started when you put some mini pies on the windowsill to cool, and you came back to notice one was gone. Slowly, all the things you baked seemed to go missing. Only the ones that there were a quantity of, so big pies, cakes and such stayed intact, putting the idea it was an animal to sleep in your mind. But you soon met you visitor. You had been hiding at the side of the window, waiting for whoever to make an appearance when you saw him. You had planned to confront whoever had been stealing your baked goods, but when you saw it was him, you couldn’t. You had heard rumours about him, that he was a retard and stupid and that he was an animal. The man standing at your kitchen window was an outcast, much like you had been before. He didn’t need someone shouting at him. So you had spoke to him. He had jumped and started to leave when you called him back, telling him it was fine, that you had made them for him and he could take them all, if he wanted. Which he didn’t. he only took one then quickly retreated back to the forest. Slowly, but surely, you developed a kind of friendship with him. He started being you things to ‘trade’ for your baking after you had declined to take money. Jewellery, pictures, books, utensils, you name it. You had also learned his name. Thomas. It had happened because you wanted to know his name, but he never spoke. Whether mute or just the silent type, you still wanted his name. So you wrote down a few names you though he might suite. When he came again, you presented your list to him and ask if any were right. He seemed to pause and you saw his eyes light up, meaning he was smiling under the mask. Grabbing a pen, he circled the name “Tom” which you had written down and scribbled “Thomas” next to it. You still had that piece of paper. You were brought out of your thoughts when you heard a small knock on wood. Turning around, you saw Thomas standing at the window. “hello.” You greeted with a smile, running up to the window to speak to him. You loved having a constant visitor. “This is a new recipe, so I don’t know how they will taste. Will you give me feedback?” You asked, nodding to the cupcakes. Thomas nodded, ever helpful. He placed a book beside the plate which you quickly picked up and recognised the cover. “Oh Ive heard of this one. Its meant to be very good. I cant wait to read it.” You smiled, holding the book to your chest and smiling gratefully. He seemed a little nervous today and you could couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was until he placed a box on the windowsill as well. Frowning slightly, you placed the book down and took the box, opening it up to see meat inside. A red meet that was cut into chunks. “Do you want me to cook this?” You asked, and he seemed relieved that you understood, nodding quickly. “Okay, well, what about in a pie? Or a stew? Do you have any preference?” Thomas thought for a moment, before holding up one finger, meaning the first open. “Pie it is. When do you want if for?” You asked as you went and put it in the fridge, well awake that it was a warm day. he looked at the clock, which read 12pm, then held up 6 fingers. “6pm tonight?” You confirmed which he nodded to. “Are you having a family dinner?” He nodded, then pointed at the floor. It took you a moment to understand what he was meaning. “You want your family to come here to eat?” You asked, a little confused but he nodded, offering you a apologetic look. “Oh okay. How many are there?” He pointed to himself, then to you, then held up 3 fingers. “Okay, 5 is manageable.” You nod. “is pie with mash potatoes enough?” He nods, his eyes smiling at how quickly you had understood him. Even his own family weren’t always able to understand what he was trying to say. He took the cupcakes and left. --------------time skip------------ Glancing at the time, you brushed a stray hair out of your face. It was 5.50pm, only ten minutes before Thomas and his family arrived. You weren’t sure why you were meeting his family. Maybe they had asked about you, did they know of all the baked good Thomas got from you? Going back to the stove, you turned the heat down but continues to stir the mash, giving it a quick taste test before adding a little more salt. You heard the door bell ring and you quickly wiped your hands on a towel and ran for the door. When you opened it, Thomas was standing at the front, to his right was a man in a sheriffs uniforms, his face showing that of a man who had lived a hard life. There was a woman beside him, her hair whitish grey and she was a healthy pump woman with an obvious sense of self pride shown by the ironed flowered dress with pearls around her neck. To Thomas’ left was a man very similar to the one in the sheriffs uniform in age but not in style. He wore dungarees that hung loosely over his slim shoulders. He seemed to have a permanent slouch. So this was them. The Hewitts. “Please, come in.” You smiled, stepping back and gesturing into your hallway while holding the door open. “Thank you dear.” The woman said as she stepped in first before all the men. She ran the house, you knew it. But she spoke with such warmth to you without even knowing you. The men muttered thanks as they past you and Thomas smiled. He seemed to have got dressed up, with a clean red shirt and pressed trousers. you showed them into the dining room which had a table with placements already set up for 5v guests. You decided it was best to introduce yourself to the woman first. “My names [y/n] [l/n].” you smiled as you spoke to her, which she returned. “Luda mae, sweetie. And this is my brother, Hoyt, this is uncle Monty and I believe you have met my son already.” She pointed to each member as she spoke. “Thomas? Yes, I know him.” You smiled, nodding as you tried to remember the two mens names. “How do you know his name?” She asked, perplexed. So he must be permanently mute. “Oh, I wanted to know it so I wrote down some names I thought matched him on a piece of paper. I wasn’t far wrong.” You smiled as you moved to a small desk in the corner and pulled out the paper, offering it to her. She smiled as she looked at the writing on it. “Well dear, aint that sweet. Look.” She showed Hoyt, who frowned and eyed you up and down. He was obviously a man who didn’t trust easily. “If you’d like to take a seat. Dinner wont be a moment. Theres no seating arrangements so just wherever you feel comfortable. And theres wine, soft drinks and water on that table.” You pointed to a small side table you normally kept photos on but was now a drinks bar. “Got any beers, doll?” Monty asked, earning a elbow to the ribs from Luda. But you answered before she could chastise him. “Oh yes! Sorry, I forgot. Let me just grab them. Is Budweiser okay?” You scolded yourself for forgetting beers. “My favourite.” He smiled at you and you knew you had him on your side. Escaping into the kitchen, you let out a sigh of relief. They seemed like a lovely family, but tonight was going to be a long night. Pulling out the pie, you smiled at how perfect it looked. It was like a pie from a commercial. The top was a beautiful colour and it was crispy. Plating up, you tried to give everyone an even amount of pie and mash. You also poured some of the gravy into a container to place on the table for anyone who wants gravy on their mash or extra. Taking a deep breath, you picked up one plate in your right hand and placed another on your forearm like waitresses do, Lifting up a third plate, you made your way into the dining room. The family sat at either side of the table, leaving you with the head of the table. You were surprised, since you expected either hoyt or luda to take the top but you didn’t say anything. Luda would be on your right and Thomas on your left, with Monty sitting beside Luda and Hoyt beside Thomas. “Smells delicious, dear.” Luda smiled as you placed a plate in front of her. You got similar comments from Hoyt and Monty before you went to get yours and Thomas’ food. Once again, you took two plates on one arm and used your free hand to the gravy. “Will you say grace?” You asked Luda as you placed your plate and his down. She smiled widely before ducking her head. You mirrored the rest of the family as she spoke, keeping your head down until she finished. The first few moments were torturous as you waited for their verdict, but soon the hum of satisfied taste buds filled the room, making you let out a sign of relief. The rest of the meal was spend with idle chit chat. Luda asked you about your life, your hobbies, what you had done before moving to the little cottage. You asked her about her dress, about how long she had been here and about the family. Hoyt and Monty only offered some conversations, but spent the whole time stuffing their faces. Thomas might have done the same, except for the mask her still wore, which meant the mouth hole was a little more difficult to shovel food into. You wondered if he ate with his mask on all the time or if it was just since you were here. “Well, I don’t think ive ever tasted the meat that tender.” Hoyt smiled as he leaned back, his stomach full and his plate empty. “Yes, human meat is a little tough but I find if you marinate it for a couple of hours in the gravy, it really makes the dish.” You spoke nonclonally, not looking up from your plate as you cut up some meat and ate it. You felt four sets of eyes on you as you looked up. You couldn’t help but smirk at their horrified faces. Not because it was human. But because you knew. “How?!” Hoyt demanded, his anger not taking you by surprise. “Ive worked in many places, with many people. I have some… strange friends who make and sell the best chili you’ve ever tasted.” You shrugged, placing down your cutlery. “I honestly don’t mind. I know how hard it is to make a living out here and I know how dangerous a lot of travellers are.” If they hadn’t been surprised, they were now. “You aint real.” Monty piped up. “No way Thommy found a girl who cooks well and is fine with all this.” you saw Thomas’ head snap to his uncle, giving him a dirty look but you shrug, unable to hold back the smile. “Hey, I keep myself to myself mostly. But its good to have people you can trust.” You look at Monty, seeing a smile pull at his lips. “hot damn.” Hoyt laughed loudly, making everyone jump slightly. “Is everyone finished?” You asked, steering the conversation momentarily away from the topic. You didn’t really need to ask. All the plates were empty and Luda had placed her cutlery down last. Gathering up the plates, you went into the kitchen to give them some privacy. But you crept closer to the door to eavesdrop. “Shes good. We could use someone out this way. You know how they all run for the meat factory. Well, shes smack dap in the middle of us and the factory.” Monty said in a hushed voice. “But its another mouth to feed.” Hoyt hissed. There was a moment of silence. “Thomas is right. Shes stocked up here. She obviously get some stuff in from outside the town. I don’t think she would be any bother. Plus it would be nice to have someone around that’s Tommys age. He obviously likes her.” Luda was a little louder than Monty, but she seemed to smile at the end. You couldn’t help your own smile at the thought of the gentle giant having feelings for you, even if only as a friend. You decided now was the best time to go back, so you scooped up the pudding and plates before entering. “I hope you left room for dessert. Its a Victoria sponge cake with cream.” You smiled as you placed the large cake in the centre of the table. “Would you like to cut?” You offered Hoyt the knife. A tactical move. Even though Luda seemed to have the last word, he was the face. He was the one who would appear to be in charge and liked that. Smirking, he got to his feet and cut the cake directly down the middle then attempted to cut it from there, only to be scolded by Luda. “God sake, don’t cut it like that!” She got to her feet, elbowing him out of the way and taking the knife right out of his hand. “Damn woman.” Hoyt hissed as he dropped back into his chair. You had to cover your mouth to stop you from laughing. You could really tell they were brother and sister. Some things just never changed. Glancing to the side, you saw Thomas was looking at you. You could tell he was smiling under his mask and you lowered your hand to show your smile. Soon, there was cake being passed around, everyone drizzled theirs with some cream and you smiled at how the family didn’t treat you any difference once they knew you knew. As before, no one really spoke during dessert although moans of delight filled the room on the first bite. “I must bring Henrietta and Katy to you.” Luda suddenly said. “They are very fond of high tea and these cakes are to die for.” “Are they relatives?” You asked, purely out of curiosity. “Yes, cousins actually. Oh and Henriettas about your age. Might be nice for you to have people your own age about.” Luda nodded as she took another bite. She wasn’t wrong. You adored Thomas and his company, but being able to have a conversation with someone both ways was something you missed. Once everyone was done, you raised from your chair to clear the plates away and saw Thomas mirror you. You couldn’t help but smile softly as you collected the plates and he took the cutlery and left over cake and followed you into the kitchen. “I cut off some for you and your family to take home.” You called to him over your shoulder as you set everything down. Your kitchen looked like a bomb had hit it but you didn’t mind. You would happily clean it later. Letting out a yawn, you couldn’t help but stretch. You heard Thomas move closer to you and placing a hand on your back, silent asking if you were okay. “Yeah, just a busy night. I think im going to watch a movie later so I kinda want to stay up.” You tell him, smiling at the contact. He tilts his head ot the side and you understood what he meant. “I was going to watch Saw.” You tell him but he shakes his head out of confusion. “You haven’t seen it? it’s a body horror movie. Theres 6 in total. I was going to marathon them for the next few day. Do you want to join me?” Thomas nodded his head vigorously, seeming excited by the invitation. You couldn’t help but smirk a little. The problem was that you were too good at reading Thomas. You knew he hadn’t just wanted his family to taste your cooking, he wanted them to meet you. By the way they spoke, they knew about you and Thomas seemed to have communicated a desire to keep you around. A man in his late twenties doesn’t just look for female company for friendship only, nor do they introduce them to their family for friendship. Thomas was a big man, he towered over any person and especially you, but he never intimidated you. If he really wanted, he could had forced you to do anything he wanted a long time ago. But he hadn’t. He had gotten to know you, he had listened to you and brought you things. Maybe he had got the ideas from old movie. Like a courtship. Not that you minded at all. He was a very attractive man, even with his skin issues. And you didn’t care about that at all. He was sweet, a gentle giant. You could easily fall completely in love with him. And maybe you already had. the two of you made your way back to the family. You gave them two large tins stacked on top of each other, one with the left over pie and the other with half the left over cake. “Thanks, dearie.” Luda smiled. You could tell she wanted to stay longer but Monty and Hoyt were anxious to get home to bed. It was dark out and nearly 10pm by the time they made their way to the door. Each told you it was nice to meet you and you returned the compliment. They didn’t question when Thomas didn’t follow them out, although you saw Hoyt send Monty a smirk and wink. Closing the door, you let out a sign of relief. “That went well.” You commented, seeing Thomas nod made you relax more because it meant it really did go well. Taking him by the hand, you guided him into the living room and pulled him down onto the sofa. Thomas followed you like puppy and once he was sitting, you cuddled into him as you switched the tv on. Thomas didn’t start to relax until a little into the movie when he wrapped his arms around your shoulder then tensed. Until you cuddled into him a little more, resting your head on his chest. You also told him that the couch had a reline function so he was able to put his feet up which you lay on the rest of the couch. Towards the end of the movie, you thought you would try something. Closing your eyes, you pretend to be asleep as the movie came to an end. You felt Thomas lean forward firs to sit up and then, once you didn’t move, to look at your face. He hesitated for a moment, before leaning back and reaching for something. You felt something drape over you and you knew it was the soft throw that had been lying over the top of the sofa. He covered you up then leaned backwards, seeming to settle down for the night. With his arms around you, he seemed so comfortable and at peace. Looking up at him, you felt him jump a little at realising you had woke up. But you pushed yourself up to press a chase kiss to his lips before ducking back down, hoping he would allow you to sleep here for the night. Which he did, in exchange for a few kisses in the morning.

[ramblingshit]

Jane Eyre - 1996 - 2/5

what even is acting. what even is a script.

wasn't gonna do this one but fuck it's aunt petunia and rogue. here we go.

lots of credits fairo. more credits. damn fukin eh - i hear you're a wicked child! lol hi. now we're talking about hell and where bad people go. 'keep well and not die' ahaha m8. fkn reed putting seed in that she's a liar. teach her at her prospects, don't let her come back, she's a lying little shit take her away from here. he's appropriately scary oh shit she's saying this in front of the priest. damn tear that lady a new one. unruly, obstinate, wicked, deceitful, man these people hate kids who act out. walks in and damn she's on teh stool already - IS THAT THE LADY FROM PERSUASION. damn she just got here and he's telling everyone to not trust her, she doesn't get to eat and has to stand - she's just done hours of travelling fuckin assholes. IT IS THE LADY FROM PERSUASION. shes got dark hair and dark eyes and shes like glaring at everyone like shes onna kill him in their sleep. lol enjoy helen while she's alive. eatin bread and cheese in bed like she's not gonna get crumbs. omg telling these kids how to stand properly what why this lady hate her she's gonna cane her for not washing her hands. bish doesn't even flinch go helen. 'cleanliness is next to godliness' alright crazy. this school is a lot more chill than most of the others - they're laughing and doing what they want as well as learning and playing games. making jane out to be a pro artist. oh no ol mate saw her with her hair out. no dont cut it. 'vanity?' shes out here with naturally long, red and curly hair and he's out here calling her vain? because he recognises it as lovely she must be vain about it? what a fkn dickhole get off your high horse sexist moron pig anus head. what. he's saying her naturally  iwgh what i don't even understand his shit - it isn't offending him thats the issue its her naturally occuring sin and vanity (because her hair exists?) that is the issue??  what. lol go Jane. NO. oh fuck go Jane go. this guyyyy. don't do it Jane. chin held high she only does it when Helen nods at her to. DAAAAAAAAMN. took of her own bonnet. if Helen's hair goes so does Janes. they stood together looked at each other and flipped their heads over for him to go snip snip, bish looked shock and actually stepped back in horror. What a bae. Helen's fkn dying send help. fuck this lady should not be working with children considering how much she hates children. o shit where's helen. her beds all rolled up. can hear her hacking away in the distance. yikes that sounds bad. jane be creepin. oh fuck she's a terrible actress even as a kid. who honestly thinks its a good idea to hire her. she lying in her dying friend's bed and she's breathing all over her. isn't anna paquin australian? no? ah new zealand fairo. oh fuck Helen's daed. she's trying to squeeze out tears ahah oh no. she can't manage it. anna go back to new zealand you suck at acting who hired you ever. Riparoonies helen. that was actually the greatest jane and helen moment i've seen tbh. oh damn cool transition as she walked from helen's grave - she went from kid to adult. whats this part down the midde all of them got. Miss Temple fam, persuasion lady, fantastic lady, crying as Jane leaves like her mumma. this jane is long-flat-faced with a long protruding jaw, and very tall and skinny. thornfield looks like its already burned down ahaha. straight up castle here. she's got her drawing stuff as well as her bag. nice friendly ol mate meets her and opens the gates - big ass square this is some game of thrones shit yearh this place is like medieval more than victorian. the middle parted hair and the curled twists behind her head they're pretty much exactly the same in most Janes. all chillin and chatting about this together rather than completely separate. adele actually legit sounds french rather than just pretending? noice. dreary, cold, dark halls. her room is bright and airy with a four-poster bed and bay windows and lots of very nice furniture. river runs beside it; enormous tapestries; main gallery with lots of furniture and paintings and sculpures all covered in sheets with windows open to let in light; the doors are very large and heavy. Janes got a very long neck she looks legit like a fkn swan lmao. ooh a rochester backstory. well-travelled, intelliegent, can't tell if he's talking in jest or in earnest, or if he is pleased or irritated, not a happy man. they're just walking about in his rooms. the sun shines bright but cannot reach them through the thick mist. they're very soft-spoken. god her head is so far forward she's like the alien - long ass neck stretching forward and then her chin and jaw stretching wayyyy forward. wack wack anatomy.  it's very dark and dreary. she's off for a walk leaving adele to do like 5 sums. oh she's been here five minutes and they're already meeting. the music is like ... not appropriately intense? he just sorta looked at her, the horse tripped over and then he was on the floor and she's like whoops uh you alright bro. he's outright lying and pretending that he's not rochester his hair is grotty he's got like no hair on top they've just tries to scraggle it. this is so stunted and awkward. i hope it gets better. he's very gentle and she's pretty nonexistent to far. my god very gentle man. what. is he even rochester? that's a german shepherd. noice. playin chess by himself by the fire lol. this movie would be made infinitely better by an actual soundtrack. they're all chilling together again it's interesting - adele and fairfax and rochester and jane. wait she's been here 4 months. it literally didn't show anything about her chilling here. she talked back and now he's grumpy lol. what a terrible start compared to like... every other first convo. isn't she supposed to be not great at piano and yet she's teaching adele -- wait now we're at another convo between the duo. this convo is the other half of --- wait now we're talking sketches? jesus she hmm what are they talking about she's being forward and fuck her chin twists forward as she speaks she kinda looks like the wicked witch of the west. he's judging her drawings like he can do better. this is a mess? the best part about this so far is adele.  there's no sense of time. adele is gorgeous honestly. she's pale and gaunt with bags beneath her eyes. wait here's the next part of the conversation. blunt and brusque replies from her. god they're so obviously acting its painful. they have no chemistry because the CONVERSATION IS ALL OVER THE PLACE. they've done it on pruspose to try stretch things out a bit but like plz EY why he scrunch up the drawing wtf. 'and remember the shadows are as important as the light'. dudes. these are private conversations? it would be alright to try it more naturally but they're just not the kind of things you casually say. it's impersonal and there's no intimacy. sit there and watch a kid dance to the sound of a music box. he's so grumpy looking. now snapping at the kid. he's annoying. like a violent dude he feels more like a nice guy quick to snap - definitely kinda unhinged. and now drunk. hmm i don't like it. she told him not to be mean to adele and he rages about her mother, 'you've made adele feel unwanted and unloved' damn this Jane goes for the throat. she's too good for him I can see it now m8. he's a psycho run. red flag red flag. don't like it. lol he wake up like huh.... oh look beds on fire... huh... well suppose i should sort it out... huh... fuck they're barely acting huh. do they even want to be here. how much are these guys getting paid. he's literally a drunk. and has she had a drink in her life? she just went for it? omg so impersonal - isn't he supposed to be already half in love with her by this point? camera angle just flicks forward and back as the conversation goes on and when theres action it just pans back to the widest shot ever lol just show the entire scene why give any emphasis or focus to anything who needs reaction shots and feelings of being in it rather than observing it. fkn ey. he's literally just an angry blitering brooding drunk yikes. he's staring at her tits? these conversations man... he definitely just said jade instead of jane. m8 don't tell me he didn't. there's more intimacy between all the servants and jane and feeling more like an actual squad living together than there is any feeling between rochester and jane. adeles got a frog lol cute. 'you're a fool,' jane tells her reflection. this music is so shit it's bringing everything down. rochester, who's been an unfeeling ass the whole time, holds her hand once and now she's got a big crush on him. she's very spirited - to the point where she could too easily be cruel. like it's not just a repressed forcefulness it's like a hidden rage. can see her going mad and chopping someone up with icy rage and poised pleasure. wonder if i'm in a mood and interpreting this wrong? but honestly. dancing rochester now? instead of singing. adele is glaring at Mrs Ingram who just insulted jane lolol go kid she's definitely the best part. the background people actually make this place feel alive and natural, completely unlike their FUCKING AWFUL conversations. jesus what. god could you have two people less interested in each other? i think this fairfax knows about bertha. there's a 'tapestry bedroom'? lol what does that mean. they're dancing, playing cards, piano, the lot. oh the walls are literally covered in tapestries, that's creepy af. theres so much blood my dude would be dead yo. will hurt like doesn't know how to act. wwait theyve skipped my 'fav scene'?? theyre shaking hands again, wtf is this. wait what shes just met stjohn n he;s the one telling her all about the reeds? petunias dying 'love me then or hate me as you will - you have my full and free forgiveness' - i cant forgive any version that misses that out: its so powerful as part of her character. stalking her while he smokes in the dark what a creeper. 'how cuold you be so stupid!' lol fight him Jane i dont even know how we got to kissing likr the movie is almost 2 hours and yet it feels SO rushed. literally took away all the secret courting and his sneaky declarations. shes a modern woman trapped in an old age.  she is so skinny. and with entirely stiff expressions. ew he makes me so uncomfortable. theyre not even trying lol. acting ey acting have u heard of it. just left jane at the altar like bye bitch.shes just in a giant empty ugly room. bertha is a very young and frightened girl but also very sick in the typical long white dress and long dark hair. god this guy is a whingebum. bertha understands everything he's saying. oh yikes lol she just whipped a log from the fire and went after Jane and Jane just put her veil back down with like a sigh turned and yeeted slowly away long ass veil over a white bonnet, silk cape thing in a dark hallway walking all miserable. she's outies lol he's just let her walk out? i love u and i love u. bye. bertha's taken another log from the fire and lit the wedding dress on fire along with the house ahaha. wait he let her leave the house then ran after her on horseback but had to stop after bertha lit the place on fire it started burning and we're actually seeing it happen? interesting. the house is burning, pepople are running, bertha's on the battlements and rochester is going up there to --oh fuck grace poole got yeeted over by bertha oh she's flying ahahaha jumped down to where she threw grace poole. rochesters in the fire. jane's off and racing. it's all happened at once. she went to stjohns, didn't even get dumped in teh marshes but down she goes after chilling in a coach for 3 days. shes been there a month. her jaw is so long and forward its creepy. again one fo the few telling her that she's wealthy from inheritance from her uncle. more backstory. she was deeply loved by her parents, now she's wealthy, lifes looking up but she's all upset after than asshole lol move on and be happy. she's hearing his voice on the wind like please chill. damn 6months. what. um. he's very awkwardly trying to propose? but its like the last half of the conversation with the first bit just cut out. so weird. she looks normal face-on. oh she decides after the proposal to go back - none of that chasing after voices nonsense. whoops that shit burned downnn. doggoooo is still alive. what a good boy. fuck me there's like no anticipation, no intensity, no build-up, no chemistry, it's so dry and cold and heartless. christ acting. act. acting. act. please. act. what is happening. act. she has the neck of a swan ol mate. fucking gross. their words are stilted, and not romantic in the slightest and especially not in their delivery. theyre walking with no kids but the dog but they're talking about the kids. oh my god. that was pretty fkn awful. like seriously not good.

[taenamseok]

The Case of Her Heart

Masterlist

Summary: A damaged man that just wants to feel alive again. A detective who doesn't understand people's emotions. Can they work together to bring down a criminal mastermind?

Warnings: mentions of drug use

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Chapter Six

"You're sure the text was sent from here?" Namjoon asks, looking at the brick building, his hands in his pockets. "Positive. Come on. I'm done playing games. Let's find out what's going on." Y/N huffs, starting across the street. Namjoon jogs after her, rolling his eyes as she rings the bell. "Don't you think this is a little reckless?" He sighs. Before Y/N can defend herself, the door opens, a young man rubbing his eye. He looked somewhat familiar, and when he moved his hand and saw who was on his doorstep, his face lit up. "Miss Y/N! What a pleasant surprise!' He beamed. "Kim Taehyung. What are you doing here?" Y/N asked. Namjoon remembered that name, and realized it was the guy that Hoseok brought by the lab. "What do you mean what am I doing here? This is my house. What are you doing here? Are you here to take me up on my offer? Oh boy, is that's the case I wish you texted me first, I would've cleaned up and gotten dressed better." The young man chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. He was dressed in a plain t-shirt and baggy pajama pants. "Oh please, come in! Oh." His face drops as he notices Namjoon. "I guess you too." He pouts.

Taehyung leads Y/N and Namjoon to the second floor, which was a bit messy. Empty pizza boxes laying around, empty soda cans, a complete disaster. "Sorry it's a little messy, I wasnt expecting any company. I should hire a maid or something, cleaning is so much work." Taehung chuckles, brushing crumbs off the couch. "You have a party last night?" Namjoon asks, grimacing at the mess. "Oh, no, I just don't like to clean up. Luckily my dad and his buddies keep downstairs." Taehyung smiles, scratching the back of his head. "Well, have a seat! Make yourselves comfortable! I'll put something on the TV." Taehyung smiles.

They all sit on the plush couch, Y/N squished between the two men. "So, your father, he stays here?" Y/N breaks the silence. "Oh, the great detective Min Y/N, interested in my father? What, is he a part of your investigation or something?" Taehyung chuckles. "I'm not at liberty to say." Y/N says, monotone as usual. "Well, I want to help! What do you need to know?" Taehyung asks excitedly, turning his body to face Y/N. The look on his face and his mannerisms remind Namjoon of an inquisitive child. "That would make this a lot easier." Y/N sighs. "Does your father stay here with you?"

"My dad's work is here, he doesn't live here. My family is pretty rich so they live in a big house just north of the Thames. I didn't want to live in that house anymore though, that area is so boring, no fun people. So, my dad got this place, pays for it, uses downstairs for his little business venture hes working on." Taehyung explains. "Here? If hes a wealthy man wouldnt you think he has somewhere closer to him and nicer than here?" Y/N asks. "Well this spot was easier for all of his friends so he picked here."

"And what is this little 'business venture' that he's got?" Y/N asks. "Oh, well, this isn't gonna go public, right? My mom isn't really supposed to know about it." Taehyung asks cautiously. "This will not be public. The police are not involved so no articles." Y/N assures him. "Ok, good. So, my dad, his main job is that he's the VP at Brigham Co. You know, the tech company? It's starting to really get a foothold in the market right now. But, that's not where his heart lies. He has a smaller business that he created, that he calls Kim Industries. He distributes high end sex toys. He's got a lot of women he hooks up with without my mom's knowledge, and toys are kinda his thing, and you know what they say, its not a job if you love what you do. He's a salesman. He puts out ads, they contact him, he shows them how to use it and boom, sale." Taehyung says.

"You know, if you're interested, Y/N, you could tell your puppy to run home and I could maybe sell you something. I know how a lot of these work and my dad keeps a ton downstairs. I could give a nice demo too." Taehyung smirks. "Hey, I'm not a puppy, and she's not interested." Namjoon objects. "How do you know? She might wanna try something new. And I mean, when I met you guys you were with her and now look, you're here with her again, holding onto her arm like you own her! She's a grown woman, she can do what she wants." Taehyung points out. Namjoon hadn't even realized, but his fingers were wrapped around Y/N's wrist tightly. "Namjoon, it's fine. No thank you, Taehyung. I'll pass." Y/N rolls her eyes at the bickering men.

"Well, is that all you wanted to know? What my dad does?" Taehyung asks. "What's your father's name?" Y/N asks. "Kim Eujung." Taehyung answers. "Well then, looks like it's time to go. Thank you for your cooperation." Y/N says, standing up. "Aw, leaving so soon? Why don't you hang out for a while? I could order a pizza and we could watch a movie!" Taehyung smiles. "Sorry, we really have to go." Y/N sighs. "Oh, well alright. Come by again soon! It'd be cool to hang out with you." Taehyung chuckles. "Unlikely. Thank you for your hospitality though. Namjoon, let's go."

"So, what now?" Namjoon asks, looking over at Y/N. "Well, everything he said checks out. Also, he seems too draft to ever lie properly. Right here, Kim Eujung, Vice Presidential of Brigham Co. Theres a picture too." She says, holding her phone to Namjoon. He sees a photo of a man, with the name they were given. "But why is this information true when Jungkook's wasn't." Y/N asks herself. The cab pulls up to Baker Street, and the two climb out of it and go inside.

"Oh, Y/N! Namjoon! I'm glad you're here. Someone is here to see you." Seokjin shouts. "Someone here to see us?" Namjoon asks. They step into Y/N's flat, and Jungkook is examining the books in the bookcase. He turns and smiles at them when he hears their footsteps. "Y/N! You're home!" He smiles. "Yes, I am. Why are you here?" Y/N sighs, taking her coat off. "Well, I wanted to see you! Also I have a question." He sighs. "What is it?" Y/N asks, rolling her eyes. "How long have you been using?" Y/N stops in her tracks at the question, completely paralyzed. "It must be a long time since you've hidden it pretty well. In a hollowed out book? That's pretty clever. Well, I expect nothing less from Min Y/N." The young man chuckles.

"Using? What do you mean?" Namjoon asks. "And why were you snooping through my stuff?" Y/N spits. "Y/N, what does he mean 'using'?" Namjoon asks. "Well, I wanted to read while I waited for you to get home. Picked up a book and found it. Why do you do it?" Jungkook asks. "Get out." Y/N mutters. "I'm sorry?" "I said get out! Leave! First you lie to me about the papers for your case, then you rummage through my flat after showing up uninvited? Out!" Y/N shouts. Jungkook quickly runs out, leaving Namjoon absolutely bewildered. "Y/N, what's going on?" Namjoon asks softly.

Y/N only sighs, sitting down in her chair. "Its none of your business." She mumbles, rubbing her temples. Namjoon's jaw tightens, and he goes to the bookcase, pulling out a random book. As he opens it, he gasps internally as he finds syringes. "How long?" He asks. "Years. Why does it matter?" Y/N sighs. "Why does it matter? What do you use?" Namjoon mumbles. "Oh for fucks sake, you're a bloody doctor, you can see what's in there for yourself." Y/N groans irritably. Namjoon only grows angrier as he flips through the books. "Morphine? Cocaine? Are you kidding? Why?" He asks.

"I don't have to explain myself to you! I don't have to explain myself to anyone!" Y/N snaps. "Put all of my stuff back! Now!" "You know what? No." Namjoon says, slamming the book shut. "I'm not going to sit back while you destroy yourself. You're too smart for this, Y/N." He huffs. He stomps to the kitchen, grabbing a garbage bag from under the sink. "Namjoon, stop it. Don't do it." Y/N warns, standing defensively. He ignores her, walking past and straight to the bookshelf, throwing all of the hollowed out books into the bag. "Namjoon stop!" Y/N cries, rushing over to him. "What the hell is going on?" Jin shouts, rushing into the room.

"Namjoon! Leave those alone! Stop!" Y/N shouts, grabbing at his shirt. "Jin, hold her!" Namjoon shouts. Jin moves quickly, picking up Y/N like a rag doll, pulling her away and holding her tightly as Namjoon finishes throwing everything out. He passes the screaming Y/N as he carries the garbage bag out to the dumpster. When he comes back he nods towards Jin, signaling or him to let Y/N go. They all catch their breaths, Y/N shaking violently. "What the hell Namjoon?" She screams.

"Like I said, Y/N, I'm not gonna sit here while you destroy your body. Your mind is too brilliant for that. I can't sit by and watch that happen." Namjoon says. "Well then, you can get out too. Both of you. I don't want to see either of you." She mumbles. "Y/N, you can't be mad at us for caring about you." Namjoon sighs. "I don't need anyone to care for me! I'm a grown woman that can make my own decisions! Christ, get out! I don't need you to care for me! I'm fine on my own!" She cries. Namjoon gulps loudly, his heart practically breaking at her harsh words. "Fine, but no matter what you do, you can't stop people from caring about you." He says before leaving, going to his own flat to be alone.

[minerva26love]

A Whole New World

Chapter 5: This Class is Riddikulus

It was weird not waking up in the usual household. I looked around and saw Tiger still fast asleep, lazy bum. Today is the first day of classes and i am slightly nervous. No, im not worried about some know-it all student trying to debate everything with me. I am nervous about working with Remus. I think of him constantly and im not sure why yet.We definitely work well together and get along. While lying in bed i realize how hungry i am so i should probably start my day. I leave a bowl for Tiger because this cat is still passed out of my bed and hasnt moved. Remus is sitting by the fire place reading a book that he looks very focused on, he doesnt even hear me come in.

"Good Morning!" Remus jumps, drops his book on the floor and sighs.

"Aw,now i dont even know what page i was on."

"Im sure you already read that book anyway."

"I only read this book once thank you very much!" He got up and followed me out the door, we made small talk as we made our way to the Great Hall. While walking in, there are already tons of students eating and talking amongst themselves. Alot of professors as well as Albus are eating and having some conversations.

"Good morning angel, how did you sleep?" asked MInerva

"I slept well thank you." she smiled at me and went back to eating her eggs.

"well she interrupted my reading and i lost my page" Remus said

"Oh Remus, im sure you read that book already." Albus sassed. Everyone at the table laughed including Remus.

"I told him the same thing this morning."

"Dont you guys have anything better to do than make fun of me?" he asked

"No" me and Albus said at the same time.After a half hour Albus dismisses everyone to class, Remus and I walk to class to make sure everything Is ready.

"Ms. Mclennon, can you test the Boggart?"

"Why cant you?" he laughs.

"Because I need to watch and make sure it works. " I sigh and walk up to the wardrobe. I have many fears but there is one thing I really dislike. I think of what I am afraid of which Is clowns. A clown with red hair and that creepy painted on smile. It looks like the clown from IT.

"You got this Ms. Mclennon."

"Riddikulus!" The clown then shrinks into a little jack in the box.

"Nice job" he smiles as he walks up to me.

"Thanks, i hate clowns. No one is that happy all the time." He laughs and tucks a piece of hair of mine behind my ear.

"Im happy all the time because im with you." He starts leaning closer to me and theres a knock on the door. He sighs and walks towards the classroom door to start letting the students in. I hope my face is not seriously red right now.

"Why is your face red Ms. Mclennon?" Ron asks

"Oh its just hot in this room." I look over at Remus who smirks at me. Ugh i wanted to kiss him so bad.

"Welcome Third Years, and welcome to Defense Against the Dark Arts! I am Professor Lupin, and my teachers assistant Ms. Mclennon. Now i was going to give you a review quiz on what you all learned from last year but because your teacher was how do i put it?"

"An idiot?" Ron said

"Ok, yes. So anyway, Mr. Filtch found a Boggart in this wardrobe, and i thought this would be a fun way to begin class. Can anyone tell me what the Boggart looks like?"

"No one knows, Boggarts a shape shifter. It takes the shape of what someone fears the most, thats what makes it so-"

"So terrifying, yes. Now for the spell, no without wands please. Riddikulus ."

"Riddikulus."

"Very good, now a little louder please. Riddikulus."

"Riddikulus."

"This class is ridiculous." I look over to see that, it came from non other than Draco Malfoy. Remus looks at me.

"Well Mr. Malfoy, your acting Riddikulus, 10 points from Slytherin!" I said. Remus smirks a bit and the rest of the class chuckles.

"My father will hear about this."

"Cool, lets see what he does." He was shocked as he shuts his mouth.

"Alright, so Ms. Mclennon will show you what this looks like." i walked up to the wardrobe. "Wand at the ready Ms. Mclennon." I held my wand up. "1,2,3" The wardrobe clicks open and the same creepy clown comes out of the wardrobe.

"Riddikulus!" The clown then turns into a jack in the box.

"Great work! You want to think of something that is funny. First up, Ron." Ron walks up as Remus puts on some music. Ron's Boggart turns into a huge gross spider.

"Wand at the ready!" I yell

"Riddikulus!" The spider then had roller skates on each of his feet. A lot more people went, some peoples fears were, snakes, Banshee, and even zombies. Harry was next, as his Boggart turned into a Dementor. But before Harry could act, Remus took over and his Boggart changed into a moon.

"Riddikulus." The moon turned into a balloon. Remus dismissed the class and everyone left.

"Well that went well." i said

"yeah not bad."

[alwynswift13]

Alright

“Oh for the love of….” Taylor mumbled to herself as she dug through her bathroom cabinet on her hands and knees. There it was. Taylor snatched the small blue box up from the bottom corner of the cabinet where it had been shoved under a seriously startling amount of hair products bottles. Taylor mentally noted that she probably needed to got though the entire bathroom soon so she could get rid of some stuff, she probably didn’t need four bottles of the same hair spray. Shaking her head slightly Taylor stood up, straightening her skirt, as she flipped the box over and set it down on the counter. She skimmed over the directions, hands shaking slightly, as she picked the box back up.

Three minutes later Taylor was sitting on her bed, the timer on her phone on, two minutes to go. Her leg was shaking as she pumped it up and down, trying to stay calm, telling herself that she was probably just overreacting. She had been under a lot of stress lately, that was probably all it was, stress can do crazy things to a persons body she reminded herself silently as she stared at the numbers ticking away on her phone.

“Babe…” a voice suddenly echoed from downstairs as the sound of the door shutting reverberated. “Shit” Taylor whispered, standing up quickly, he wasn't supposed to be home for at least another hour. “Uh yeah, I’m up here,” she shouted back down while clumsily shoving the box into the side table, taking note of the bold word pregnant, staring back at her, her breathe hitched as she slammed the drawer shut. She could hear his footsteps echoing on the stairs as he made his way to her. “Hey love, I finished up early today” he announced, grinning at her as he stood in the door frame looking at her excitedly. “Well I can see that” replied Taylor as she made her way to the bathroom to wash her hands, “why didn’t you call or text?” She asked, a slight edge to her voice.

Joe’s grin faltered as he followed her into the bathroom, studying her, confused at her reaction to his arrival. He had thought she would be excited to see him, she didn’t need to be ecstatic, but she was acting very anxious as she roughly dried her hands on the towel next to the sink. “Well, I thought I would surprise you, I thought maybe we could have a nice dinner or something…” he trailed off as she raised her eyebrows at him, “yeah, because there’re so many places we can go” she replied sarcastically as she made her way back into the bedroom, picking up her phone as she went, automatically chiding herself for the way she was behaving. She knew she was being a moody bitch when Joe was only trying to do something sweet.

She took a deep breathe, turning to face him, a sheepish smile on her face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, it just” she paused for a moment, “can be a lot you know” she finished with a whisper. Her mind began racing, it already was a lot to handle, how on earth could she possibly add a baby to the mix. They both had crazy lives separately, but together it was almost unmanageable at times. Oh god how had this happened, this was not supposed to happen, especially not like this, her eyes began to well up as she thought back to that night.

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“Joe stop it!” She giggled, running around to the other side of the island, “ah no, I swear” she exclaimed, almost doubling over with laughter as more white powder went flying into her hair. “Oh Miss Swift, you asked for it” taunted Joe lunging around the island, wrapping his arms around her waist, tickling her and she crumbled to the ground in a fit of laughter, screeching gleefully as Joe wrestled her to the floor, a huge grin on his face as a deep laugh escaped his lips. He pinned her hands above her head as she squirmed, laughing hysterically all while trying to catch her breathe. She was sure that she looked ridiculous as well, but she couldn’t help but grin at Joe’s white hair which was covered with a nice coating of flour. “You have something… right here!” Exclaimed Taylor as she threw her last handful of flour at him, giggling as he gasped and laughed as the flour coated his face.

His grip went back to her arms as she squirmed playfully under his grasp as he laughed and shook his head at her. “Taylor” he exclaimed, laughing so hard that he was leaning into her so closely, that she could probably kiss him if she wanted to, and boy did she want to. Who knew flinging flour at each other in the kitchen like small children could be such a turn on thought Taylor with a smirk.

They both made eye contact, giggling softly as Joe brushed a piece of her hair behind her ear as he took a deep breathe, collecting himself again. He bent down to place a short kiss on her lips, getting ready to stand back up, but Taylor gabbed his forearm before he could, “And where do you think you’re going mister” whispered Taylor as she leaned forward to kiss him softly, a smile on her lips. “Mmhm” mumbled Joe as he deepened the kiss, “no where now” he whispered as she sat up to her knees, straddling him on the kitchen floor, flour on every surface. “Good” she murmured seductively, “me too” she whispered in his ear as she began to kiss his neck. His hands immediately went to her ass, pulling her into him, as he kissed her neck, feeling her arch her back slightly with the contact. Before either of them knew it, their clothes were in a pile on the kitchen floor and Taylors back was pressed against the cool tile of the floor, arching slightly as Joe pushed her hands above her head, making love to her.

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Taylor flinched at the sound of Joe’s voice bringing her back to reality. “What?” She asked, jerking her head to face him. “I said,” he began slowly, “ is everything alright, you seem anxious” he asked directly, not breaking eye contact with her as she stood facing him, looking like a deer in headlights. “Nope, its all good” replied Taylor brusquely as she abruptly turned and walked quickly out of the room, stifling tears and she made her way down the stairs into the kitchen, the scene of the crime she thought sarcastically to herself. She leaned against the counter, palms flush with the cool granite, taking deep breathes, trying very hard not to cry.

Joe quietly made his way down stairs after her, knowing full well everything was not okay. He walked into the kitchen, stopping in his tracks when he saw Taylor sobbing with her head laying on her arms on the counter. “Oh love,” he whispered softly as stood behind her, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist. “Shhh, don't cry” he murmured into her ear, “we’ll fix it, I promise, whatever it is love.” “You ca- ca-can’t fix this” sobbed Taylor, “I… we.. I… can’t” she kept sobbing, gripping his forearms as her body shook. Joe absolutely hated seeing her like this. “Come on love, what is it?” He asked her again stroking her back. Taylor just shook her head as she stood up, taking his hand in hers and walking upstairs.

He followed her, very confused about what was happening as she took him back to the bedroom where they just were. She yanked open the side table drawer and thrust a blue box into his hands, promptly bursting into tears again as she sat down on the bed, cradling her head in her hands. “It was that night, in the kitchen,” she sobbed as Joe opened the box, staring at her wide eyed, now he looked like a deer in headlights. “ I knew we shouldn’t..” She sobbed as Joe stared at the test in front of him. The word pregnant staring back at him.

“Oh” he whispered, still in shock, “Oh” Taylor echoed back at him, “great response Joe” she said huskily, wiping tears from her eyes. “Exactly what I wanted to hear” she snapped at him, still crying , un able to control it any more. “Taylor, I…” said Joe quietly, sitting down next to her as she leaned away from him. “You know thats not what I meant, I’m just shocked, thats all” he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him. She fought him at first, but after  a second she gave in, resting her cheek against his chest, her tears leaving a mark on his grey shirt. She hiccuped as he rubbed small circles on her back, “It’s scary love” he began, resting his cheek on top of her head, “ theres so much that goes into having a baby, a child,” he said, “but you know what, I know you can do it, that we can do it. I watch you in amazement every day, and I'm convinced that there is nothing you can’t do. You are one of the most generous, thoughtful, and caring people I know. And in my opinion, those are the best qualities for a mother to have” he finished softly, kissing her on the top of her head as she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, slowly looking ups at him. “Is this something you really want” she asked him, searching his face for a reaction. He stared intensely back at her, “Yes, one hundred percent.” He replied. “I want you, and whatever a life with you looks like” he said, wiping the tears from under her eyes as he spoke gently.

She smiled slightly, whispering into his chest, “I’m scared” she said, shaking slightly at the admittance of her own feelings. “Me to” replied Joe, “but I would be more concerned if we weren’t” he replied softly, tracing circles on her back, comforting her. She sat back slightly, wiping her eyes as she held his gaze. “So we’re doing this” she whispered, her breathe catching slightly, “a baby, its just…” she trailed off with a hiccup. “Yeah” replied Joe slowly, “its… a lot, like you said earlier, but when has that stopped us before” he replied with a small grin. “I’m one hundred percent in, in this relationship, being a father, whatever you need from me, you’ll alway get” said Joe seriously, “I can promise you that.” He said, taking her hand as he spoke. “Do you trust me?” He asked, “always” replied Taylor, her brow furrowed slightly as she thought about it. The totality of the situation, a baby, she Taylor Alison Swift was going to be a mom. It scared her so badly she wanted to cry, but there was also a hint of excitement there. She loved Joe, she would trust him with anything, somehow it seemed like maybe this wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen. “Ok….” She said slowly, “we are having a baby” she finished with a slight smile, “a baby” replied Joe, smiling back at her as he pulled her into a tight hug. “I love you” he whispered in her ear, feeling her relax into him as he pulled her closer, leaning back so that they were both laying on the bed, snuggled together. “And our baby too” he finished, kissing her softly. And that was when she knew everything would be alright.

[rapmoniepapi]

Late Nights

A/N: Its 20 minutes till 5 AM so if theres any mistake. Whoooops,, also should mention this a drag racing au

You were at home, pondering away what you should do. You gave into the growling that came from stomach and the boredom that had set it, deciding to go on a stroll and grab food along the way. You slipped on a pair of shorts and tee before leaving your home. It was quite busy even though it was night time. There were a lot of people going in and out of shops. Traffic upon traffic. You settled on getting takeout knowing most places would be packed at this point.

On your way there you spotted someone who looked familiar. That someone being your ex. You guys left off on bad terms, aka the asshat kept flirting with everything that moved. He was smiling and laughing with a girl linked to his arm making you anxiously throw yourself at a random man and linking arms with him, “Please go along with this.” You whispered to him. You fake laughed and playfully hit his shoulder. He smiled and chuckled, going along with the plan but instead of having linked arms, he held your hand. It surprised you a little bit you went with it. Your ex saw you and you just waved and smiled. You saw the way he shifted from smiling to looking a tad uncomfortable. He moved his eyes up to the man you were “with” and gave him the stink eye. He didn’t say much and left right after. 

As he walked away you turned to the man. “I’m really sorry sir. I’ll let you get to your meal now.” You apologized and left him to the line he was waiting in. 

“It was no problem miss.” He chuckled and gave you a small wave. You had to admit you were a little sad you were leaving this kind stranger. From what you could see with the poor street light he was very handsome. But your stomach was your biggest priority at the moment. 

You kept on walking for a few blocks until you got to the restaurant you wanted to eat from. You went up to the lady that would sit you down but asked her for just the menu instead and ordered your meal, paying right there. As you waited you wondered what the mysterious man was thinking about right now knowing a girl he didn’t even know tried to use him to make her ex jealous. You thought about if you were probably one of the stories he’s going to tell his friends. You didn’t really mind being someone’s story. It was a nice thought. Your daydreaming was interrupted when the lady handed you your bag. 

“Thank you.” You smiled and left. You thought you’d take a shortcut since so many people were taking the popular roads. Instead of turning left, you turned right, and went down more streets landing onto the bridge. Below the bridge wasn’t water but just free space. You were informed that it’s where all the criminals and thugs were but you didn’t believe it. You looked over the bridge and saw car lights along with a crowd of people beside them. You were so intrigued by what was going on you stayed to look for a bit. 

You saw two people walk to their cars, turning them on. All the other cars backed off and the crowd moved away. A girl in little booty shorts and cropped leather jacket pranced her way into the middle of the two cars. As the drivers accelerated their cars the girl took out a piece of cloth out from her jacket, straightening it out. You couldn’t make out what she screamed but you saw her wave down the cloth signaling the cars to speed off. They sped right down the dry rode making a sharp turn and disappearing. A few minutes passed and you weren’t sure if you should leave. You didn’t know the regulations and didn’t know if they were coming back. Just as you were about the walk away you heard a bolt of cars coming from the back of you and loud screeching following after it. You looked back under and saw the guys coming out from their vehicles. The crowd cheered and went over to the guy that had one, patting him on the back and shoulders. 

You wanted to get a closer look. You went to the end of the bridge, onto the dirt area and carefully slid down it, bad of food in hand. You stood a bit to the edge, not completely submerging yourself into the swarm of people. Some other guys emerged from the horde and volunteered themselves to go next. The past competitors moved their cars to each side, allowing the volunteers to ride up. As it so happens one the past drivers parked right next to you, blinding you with the headlights. “I’m sorry.” He said as he slammed his door. 

“It’s alright. Hey, you did good out there.” You complimented, “I’m y/n by the way" 

“Yoongi. Say, you look familiar. Do I know you from anywhere?” This made you look a bit closer, squinting even, and then it dong on you. 

“You’re the guy I made play my fake boyfriend earlier!” You said a little too loudly. 

“Oh yeah. That was a bit weird haha I’mm guessing some type of ex revenge? It’s cool though. You know, I wouldn’t take you to be the kind of person to come down here.“ 

"Thats right and actually my first time. I heard about the place but never came down to see it myself.” You didn’t even realize the opponents had started and kept on talking to Yoongi. 

“Oooh a newbie~ I’ll take you on a ride in my baby, if you want?" 

"Your baby?” You looked at him as if he was talking nonsense. 

“I didn’t save up for it for basically my whole life to not take care of it.” He said proudly. 

“Okay okay, you got me there.” You smiled looking down. 

“A new play toy I see. Atta boy!” One of the challengers that just finished called out, making Yoongi chuckle nervously. 

“He doesn’t mean that.” He said to you and then turned to the guy, “How about you watch your mouth or I watch it for ya, what’s it gonna be?” He asked as he shoved his hands into his leather jacket. The other guy moved up his hand and motioned to zip his mouth shut. “That’s what I thought." 

"Oooh is that food?” The guy asked excitedly. 

“That’s no-” before Yoongi could even finished what he was going to say some other guys perked up to the sound of food. 

“Food?" 

"I could go for some grub!" 

"Where is it?”

The first guy took the bag out of your hand and sat on the floor, opening all the boxes. The other guys followed his motion and started chowing down on all of it. 

“You idiots. Namjoon! Jungkook! Hoseok! That’s not your food! This isn’t my friend! You guys literally just stole her food.” He irritatedly said, pinching his upper nose. 

The boy who looked up to the name of Hoseok looked at you. He was the competitor after Yoongi. "O-oh. I’m so sorry I thought you were Yoongi’s friend, I mean that still doesn’t make it right for me to just grab the bag. I wasn’t thinking I’m sorry.“ He apologized. 

"It’s no worries! I’ll get some more when I walk home right now.” You reassured him. 

“Let me take you.” Yoongi spoke up. 

“But you already ate? You don’t have to." 

"Look, its dark and late and my stupid ass friends stole your food.” He glared at the group who just shrugged him off and proceeded to eat. 

“Let me just take you okay?” You nodded. 

“Sweet, let’s go.” You followed him to the passenger seat. He opened the door for you and climbed in. He went around to the steering wheel and you were both on your way. You told him which restaurant you went to and he knew exactly where it was, not having to direct him to it. You ordered your meal and took it outside since the place was still filled. 

“Are you sure you don’t want any? It’s delicious~” you waved a spoonful in his face earning you a chuckle in return. 

“No no it’s okay." 

"Whatever you saaaaay. You’re missing out man." 

"Am I though? A date with a pretty girl?”

You stopped mid-chew and looked up at him, “d-date?" 

"Unless you don’t see it that way?" 

"I’ll see it that way once you eat!” You said smiling with flushed cheeks. 

“Fiiiine.” He crossed his arms and opened his mouth. You fed him and asked how it was. “It’s fine I guuuueeeesss.” It rolled his eyes mockingly. 

“Just admit it. You’re getting a little hungry~" 

"No, nope. Definitely not….. okay maybe a bit.” By the end of your so called date you split half the food. "You know, you’re actually kind of cool.“ He said to you. 

"Kind of?” You questioned, laughing. He laughed and hit your arm a tad. 

“I’m just kidding.” You sat there in the comforting silence for a few seconds until you shivered at the cool breeze that passed through. “Are you cold? Here take my jacket.” He took it off and hung it over your shoulders. 

“Thank you. For everything. The food, the ride, the jacket.”

“Thank you for accepting this small date offer. Maybe I can take you on a real one sometime?” You nodded and smiled at the kind ask. “Good. Now let’s take you home, yeah? It’s really late now." 

"Okay." You told him the direction of you house and got there a lot faster than you did if you walked back. "Here switch me phones.” you demanded through the window, a bit bent over. You tapped your digits in, as did he, and put a sparkle emoji next to your name. 

“Why the sparkles?” He asked. 

“Just cuz.” You shrugged as you giggled. “I’ll see you some other day Yoongi.” Making him smile and nod. You backed off his car allowing him to ride away. You realized you still had his jacket and it was too late for you to call out. 

You: [I still have your jacket!!] 

Yoongi: [Keep it. It looks better on you then it ever did on me.] 

You smiled at his text and snuggled into his jacket. Getting wafts of his left over cologne.

[zippydodahgay]

Hope for a lost gem

(terquoise fic, taking place a log time after terq ditching the war) 

Cool easy to breath breezes, chirping little birds, and sun rays peeping out of between the leaves that swayed in the easy air, Terq lay against a tree, eyes shut and tired she rested. the bark wasn’t the best pillow but she’d gotten used to not sleeping very nicely, living in a forest for many many years took time, but she had plenty. she’d been traveling through the large forest for some time now, looking for some other souls, she was lonely, very lonely, she slipped her eyes open, easing the sunlight into her eyes she gazed around, a nearby animal fleeing at the moment. terq rubbed her eyes and arose, brushing the leaves and bugs off her, she sighed, and began walking in the same direction she left off from yesterday. her ribbons danced behind her as she walked, the two tangling together every now and then to shake hands and say hi, the sun made her blue outfit shine with majestic beauty, but no eyes to see it, no eyes to gaze anywhere around her. she was too much of a attention needing and social gem to be alone, it got her depressed, she only thought about seeing someone else, another gem, even a mean one, she just wanted company. the trees around her began to thin in numbers, some even starting to be stumps and piles of logs. she’d never seen trees like those, with a suspicious yet curious narrowed eye, she continued, looking at each stump and thinking of how such a odd tree grew like that. or so on. 

the sun showed itself completely as the trees ended abruptly, showing a small wood pathed town, terq tilted her head with her mouth open, curious. 

“this isn’t like what i’ve seen” she thought.

she continued on to the structures, the buildings of humans she only heard of from peridots. she walked up to one, put her hand on the window glass and splayed her fingers on it repeatedly. a large yet small man bellowed out of the building’s door with a raised fist; 

“AY YOURE SMUDGIN’ ME GLASS!” 

terq hunched and backed away like a timid puppy, head ducked she moved on to the next building. it looked alot more welcoming, she simply pushed her face to the glass this time, looking in she saw a store for animals and toys, happy humans were in there. terq wished she knew more about earth, because the objects people were coming out with were very cute. a human looked at her, her head rose suddenly-spooked by the human she moved on to the next, between the walk to the next business her toes felt something under them, she looked down at her foot, raising it off the object. she knelt, it was a small box car toy, like one in the toy shop, she picked it up and looked it over curious of it, this car certainly wasn’t yelling at her, so she liked it, she open mouth smiled at it and held it with both hands happily, still kneeling she looked ahead of her to arise but stopped herself, a human child was looking at her. standing in front of her, with blank eyes he said nothing.

terq gulped, intimidated. but then she glanced at the car, then to the child, she raised the car to the child, who smiled excitedly and grabbed the car, he hopped up and down with it and ran off to a older human. terq smiled, the human lost its toy, and it was good to bring it back. she rose from her kneeling and looking out at the sky, she was near a beach, this must be a port town. she looked at the gulls flying freely and sighed. 

she heard some tapping and turned around, it was the human child and the older one, she tilted her head at them, backing up a step and looking down at them due to height difference. the older one smiled warmly and said; 

“you returned my dear steven’s car didn’t you?” 

terq didn’t expect the humans to speak to her, she gulped and smiled back shyly. 

“yes.. yes i did”

the old human smiled and waggled a finger in the air.

“oh hohoho! oh i know what you are! you’re one of those space rock people aren’t ya?”

terq looked amazed, she really didnt expect a human to be so aware too. 

she nodded and voice-cracked-ly said 

“yes, yes thats right. i am”

the child known as steven pulled on his granny’s gown excitedly. she nodded and waved him to calm down, laughing happily.

“me and steven see you guys on tv all the time! your people save us all the time in that beach city area.”

terq beamed.

“wait, theres more gems on earth? oh!!” terq dropped on her knees

“please please please tell me where they are!”

the granny smiled and laughed at how ridiculous terq responded cutely.

“oh of course! i can tell you’re one of the nice ones,say whats your name” she said, lightly holding steven’s hand now.

“terquoise” she answered. 

“such a pretty gem dear, follow me and steven, we’ll show you the gems we see on tv all the time. we dont know them personally-” she said, starting to lead terquoise.

“we’ve only seen them on tv, they arent anywhere near us, they’re across the country!”

along the walk steven looked up at terq, he-as he walked-gave terq the car and smiled nicely, terq took it and smiled genuinely grateful, she bubbled the car and popped it off to be safe, steven looked amazed at her, terq giggled. 

“we bubble objects that mean alot to us, like this” she said, making a ton of bubbles before her, steven grabbed two and held them excitedly, looking like the best thing to him happened ever. terq smiled and giggled, they arrived at the house.

granny let the two in, and pointed to the tv for terq to sit, she sat and gazed at the little box. the granny showed many video tapes of a group of gems saving the town from gem mutants and monsters, terq’s eyes gleamed. they were gems! and nice ones at that! her goal! friends!!! she looked up at granny, stars in her eyes. 

“i wanna be there!”

granny chuckled, “i would too, but its very far dear”

terq thought for a moment and looked up at her from the floor. 

“does earth have something like gem bubbles?”

granny nodded. “the postal service, but you’re a bit big to fit in a box dear”

terq rose, “i can make myself smaller! steven! can you help me?”

steven looked up from his toys, stars in his eyes now, he nodded excitedly.

“wait here, ill come back smaller! please get me to there!” she ran outside to the front yard, steven behind her, she stopped and turned around, back to steven. 

“i need you to grab my weapon out of my back, its lighter then it looks”

her gem glew and a pole emerged from it, steven grabbed and removed the huge long pole axe and awed at it like a amazing toy. granny ran out yelling. 

“OH MY GOODNESS NO AXES YOU TWO!!” 

she snagged the axe from steven, “terquoise what in devil’s name were you thinking?!” she said, worried.

“OH! oh oh sorry! us gems, if hit with damage can be reduced to our gems, *she pointed to her back gem* i’d be small enough for a box! and i’d be perfectly fine too!”

granny gulped, “well dear you’ll be ok if this happens?”

terq nodded. 

“well....if you meet the kid named steven tell him his biggest fan is clyde. *she gestured to the kid known as steven* he calls himself steven cause hes such a big fan. alright?”

terq nodded. “i will”

granny swayed the axe, just enough to poof terquoise. they delicately put her in a gift box, wrapping with ribbon, and marking it with a lovely heart.

to beach city

the crystal gems