#she is Just Sitting even though she unlike me has a desk in her room where she can sit and work while I have a smaller room and no desk

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

my roommate is goofy as fuck lol. i really wish i had enough money to live in a little studio by myself but I barely have enough for rent lol :')

[cheyisagirlkisser]

pitfighter vi who has been fucking random hookers to let off some steam, then meets reader and assumes she’s a hooker too, reader gets offended and says she’s a virgin, vi takes her virginity 🤍

Vi is gonna be a scumbag in the beginning because I need her to be!! This request kinda made me laugh imagining my reader all pissed off about Vi’s dumbassery

Content: 2.2k words, face-riding (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), Vi slaps your tits, grinding on Vi’s lap, slight corruption/cherry chasing kink, Vi is a whore in this boo, most of this is from her perspective so she calls the brothel girls whores n stuff

The blonde's lips were parted, her eyes glossed over and her cheeks rosy. Her body was shaking with every thrust Vi delivered to her cunt. Over and over again, it wasn't even something Vi had to think about. She did this like it was a job, clocking in just to leave and never come back for her girls. Brothel girls, the ones on the streets, sluts who watch her fights, it's all game.

It's so fucking boring though.

All the same high-pitched moans and the same movements she gave to all of them. It started out to be addicting and distracted her enough from all of the feelings muddling her head. When she was with a girl, she felt oddly clear in the head. Same didn't go for the women who she had practically impaled on the Zaun community strap she had going around.

When the blonde finally came, she fell limp into the bed. Breathless, but not wrecked. Vi hadn't been wrecked in a long time.

She thought that the cycle would never get old: sleep half the day, train, go make some money as a pit fighter, get plastered, and find some hooker to lay with. Every piece of self-sabotage was like a guilty pleasure, but the more it branded her mind, her life, the more she just wasn't in for it anymore. That was, until she saw you.

It was another regular day for her. She woke up at 2 in the afternoon and sloppily punch her punching-bag over and over again until her brain shut off and her knuckles were even more bruised than yesterday.

This time, the fight didn't go so well.

Usually, Vi was able to get the majority of her anger out on whatever unfortunate, burly man was thrown into the ring with her. Comically enough, she lost. Her body was weak and she still had so many pent-up emotions. She didn't have the time to go searching the streets or bar for some girl to bring home; maybe the brothel would be worth it.

When she walked in, she was greeted with the sight of dim lights, red hues glowing from lamps to give the rooms a sensual appearance. Behind curtains were cries of pleasure small, mischievous giggles.

Vi approached the front desk and didn't waste any time - she wasn't in the mood to waste time. She needed to fuck some random prostitute and she didn't care who.

"Just give me whatever 50 coins is worth," she deadpanned, frisking out her coin bag before something caught her eye. In the corner of the room, sat on a sofa, was you.

You were unlike any prostitute she'd ever laid eyes upon. You looked sweet, delicate. You looked like a fucking flower, the softest complexion she had ever witnessed in a brothel. Your hair looked so soft and she for the first time in a while, she had a rush of adrenaline wondering what it'd be like to tug on your hair and break that soft, innocent face of yours.

What the hell were you doing working at a whore house?

"Hello..? Earth to Vi?" Babette sounded amused.

Vi didn't answer, she was in a fucking trance. This was the first time she actually felt an attraction to a girl working in a place like this. She quickly made her way over to you, sitting alone with the sweetest expression on your face.

"How much do you cost?" Jeez Vi, you're such a scumbag..

Your face quickly tilted up to face her, confusion plastering your soft features. "What do you mean?"

Vi held back the urge to snort. You were playing innocent, huh?

"I want a night with you. How much?"

At that, you quickly shook your head. "Oh, no..I'm just-"

"This act is so fucking adorable, holy shit. None of Babette's whores act all sweet like you, huh?" She let out a laugh at her own joke. "Bet you're one of the men's favorites."

Your nose crinkled at that, your lips parting not with arousal or breathlessness, but because you were..offended?

"Excuse you?! I'm not a prostitute! I'm here to bring something to a friend!" Your eyes didn't meet hers, "I don't..do that stuff."

Oh, shit..were you actually a virgin?

"O-Oh..wow, sorry.." Vi rubbed at her head, embarrassed, but something in her, something in her scumbag system blurted out the next words. Just the idea of taking a pretty, delicate girl's virginity sent blood pumping between her legs. God, she was such a pervert..

"Well, you don't have to actually be a prostitute, you know.." She trailed off, observing your reaction to her words.

You looked even more confused now. "To..what.."

"I'll still pay to if I can take you home with me."

"What?!" Your face was so cute, all scrunched up and clearly embarrassed. She was so excited to fuck that pissed off look you had going on away.

"C'mon, I'm sure you need the money. I need to release some stress, and I promise I'll try to go easy on you," she snorted, adding on, "we can pretend it's your honeymoon or something."

You paused at that.

Vi was right; you really did need the money. Rent was due soon and you only worked at some bar for scraps of coin. She had a lot of money from previous fights, and you could see the sheer amount in her little bag. You didn't want to spare your dignity to become a common whore, but what could you do?

"Okay."

Vi had you seated in her lap back in her bed, your body trembling like a leaf every time she planted another kiss on your neck. You were just so damn cute, all shy and sensitive to her lavish amount of attention. It made her pulse beat faster, and she was immediately hooked.

She forgot all about the other girls. No, she needed you right now.

"You're so soft, you know that..?" She whispered into your ear, lips brushing over the cartilage and making your breath hitch slightly. "And you smell like flowers and lotion, it's a surprise nobody has loved you like this."

Her voice so saccharine and greedy, her words so truthful and desperate, and her mouth so warm- it made you dizzy in the head, and you were already softly squirming in her lap for friction, your hands pulling at her jacket to bring her closer.

"Please, I need you...feels so good when I'm on you." You admitted, choking out a cute little squeak when she grasps at your hips and guides your motions. It is all so addicting, like you're discovering a whole world of pleasure you never had before, but this still isn't enough.

Vi was losing it. You were all cute, squealing and grinding into her lap, doing more than any brothel worker could do for her. Your breaths were coming out in pants and you sounded like the other girls did on their fourth orgasms. She wondered how you'd sound once she had you that far. Earlier, she was so pissed off and wanted to slam her cock into anything she could. Her aggression soon faded, simmering down to a softness, to a need to blow your mind with this experience rather than just fuck you and go.

"How 'bout you ride on my face for me?" She spoke against your neck, going back to leaving bruising marks onto your soft skin. When her lip pressed onto your pulse, she could feel how your heart was practically beating out of your chest.

"W-What?! What if I hurt you?" You're worried about hurting her? That is comical. You should've been worried about yourself. I mean, you were in bed about to get fucked by a butch pitfighter. Now that she knew you were needy for her, begging for her like a whore when you were a sweet virgin, she was going to treat you like a whore, she decided - as passionately as possible.

Vi laughed and laid back, tugging at your cute little shorts to get you out of them and onto her face, "I can handle huge men, I can handle a girl. Get on my face, right now."

You were quickly out of your clothes, in nothing but a cute patterned pair of socks. You hesitated a bit before finally letting yourself sink onto her-

Vi wasn't having it. With a quick grab of your hips, she lowered you onto her face completely and began to eat you out.

The way she devoured you was akin to how she ate right after she got out of prison; all messy and desperate, with an obvious sense of bliss mixed within. All this time, all the call-girls and prostitutes who couldn't do it for her, what she really needed was you.

You didn't moan like them when she lapped at your clit but rather tangled your fingers into her hair and whined. The way you made the sounds like you weren't just feeling good, but like you needed this just as much as her left her more messed up than she could ever even dream of being.

You were still so sensitive to all Vi was giving you, trying to squirm away for relief only to find yourself bound on top of her, her lips rubbing against your clit with a hunger that sent butterflies throughout your system, stomach and pussy clenching like never before.

“A-Aghh, Vi! Please, it’s too much…”

Vi only slipped her tongue into your hole and you jolted, violently trembling on her lap in a way she’d never seen before.

When your orgasm came, and it came fast but hard, your hips frantically ground against her face for more, crying out her name.

“Vi! Please, don’t stop…”

Every flutter of pleasure was like a blessing until it finally slowed down into nothing. When it was over, your knees almost buckled and you nearly crashed onto her head. Vi laughed, pulled you onto the bed so that she could settle on top of you.

" 'm gonna finger this sweet pussy, m'kay?"

Apparently she expected an answer and not just a whine, because she delivered a firm smack to your breast, not painful but hard enough to make you gasp.

"Tell me what I'm going to do to you." She was being so authoritative over you and didn't even know why. Why was she so obsessed with having you follow her every command?

"Y-You're gonna finger me.." You repeated back to her, voice shaky after your last orgasm.

"Yeah, that's right.. you really are just a flower, aren't you? All sweet 'n delicate." As she spoke, two fingers teased your dripping hole, causing you to grip at her bedsheets. Vi liked that, liked that you were so responsive. She wasn't able to get that reaction out of her other girls.

Finally, her fingers parted through your inner pussy lips and into you, making you gasp. It was an unfamiliar feeling; you weren't innocent, obviously touching yourself, but usually really only on the outside. You never could get yourself to cum, it felt too weird feeling around inside of yourself. Vi's touch, however, made you weak in the knees.

Where you lacked, she seemed to hit right exactly where you needed it. Deep inside your walls, you felt her fingers curl and rub at your g-spot and all you could do was tighten your grasp at Vi's poor bed and take everything she was giving you.

"Good girl. You take me so fuckin' well, don't you?" You whined at her praise, spurring her on to press more firmly against your walls, her fingers pumping so deeply your vision was unfocused, your breaths coming in pants rather than steady inhales and exhales.

Vi took the time to lavish attention onto your neck, alternating between bites and soothing laps at the area which only made you writhe more. "Feeling good? You wanna cum and make a mess for me?"

You nodded, your body practically shaking with the need to give her what she asked, to give yourself what you needed. "P-Please, make me cum!"

She did.

Your body shook underneath her, your hips bucking up into her touch as far as they could. It like all the tension in your body had been let go and all you could do was enjoy it. Sex with her was just so enjoyable, and the way she let you have your own pleasure and not tease you or giggle at the way your throat let choked out moans escape? God, you were so fucked. Literally and figuratively, too. You weren't supposed to lose your virginity like this, but how would you ever be able to resist her again? You were sure to become Vi's little fuck-toy, especially if she had her way.

Afterwards, Vi pulled you into the shower and just held you.

She had not held a girl in so long, and she used to think she would never again. It didn't interest her to care for someone, but you were so sweet and lovely, all she could think to do was take care of your body after giving it so much. She didn't wanna overwhelm you too much.

Fuck, why was she suddenly so caring? She'd grown up that way, sure; still, she thought she would stay away from actually loving someone after all the loss she felt.

For the first time in months, Vi would let a girl sleep in her bed tonight.

[munsonsmixtapes]

i dont know if this is already written but could you write reader is chrissy’s bestfriend who likes eddie and chrissy knows about the readers crush and then gets with eddie and the readers is so heart broken but at the end she finally gets eddie thank uu 🤭😇

Eddie Munson x cheerleader!reader

cw: hurt/comfort

You find yourself at yet another sleepover at Chrissy’s. It seems like you’ve spent every weekend there, especially during the school year when she can drive the both of you there. Her house has easily become a second home to you and you really enjoy going over there.

Especially considering that she’s your best friend and has been since you could remember. In fact, you don’t really have any memories where Chrissy wasn’t present. Your earliest memory was your third birthday and the two of you were side by side as you both blew out the candles on your cake. You look back on that moment often and even have a photo of it on your desk in your room.

You’re both on Chrissy’s bed giggling at a movie that plays on the TV, both ogling the male lead who just so happens to look like your crush. If you’re being honest, though, that’s the only reason why you’re watching.

You’ve been crushing on Eddie since the moment you saw him. Unlike everyone else, you seem to see him for who exactly he is, even stand up for him when your friends make fun of him. You don’t know why everyone seems to hate him when he’s morning but a sweetheart, at least, from what you’ve seen.

You’ve only been to a few Hellfire sessions but from what you’ve gathered, he’s super sweet and just all around a goofball. So why people keep calling him a freak and think that he’s the devil incarnate you’ll never understand.

He goes out of his way to help you when you’re lost and it warms your heart every time, making you fall for him even harder. You know it seems silly, but you can't help it. You see the real him, the dside he's aafraid to show to just anyone and that makes you feel special, like you're actually apart of his group.

But the thing that hurts the most is that you know how badly he's crushing on Chrissy, because of course he is. Because she's popular, pretty, and sweet. Because it just makes sense that he would crush on one of the most popular girls in school. Because your life is so unfair that that just makes sense.

"He looks kind of like..." she pauses, turning to you. Chrissy knows all about your crush on Eddie and is quick to tease you about it any chance she gets. She doesn't understand why you would like someone like him where there are plenty of fish in the sea. If she's being honest, though, she only does it because that's the only thing she has on you. Because she's envious of you and that's the only was she knows she can get under your skin. She knows it's wrong, especially when you're friends, but she's jealous of you, , she sees you as a threat, so she'll do anything to get you out of her way.

"Does he?" You play dumb but she's not buying it as she gives you a shove while throwing some popcorn that's sitting in the bowl between you two at you.

"That's the whole reason why you wanted to watch this, isnt it?" She asks with a laugh and you feel your cheeks heat as your secret has finally been revealed.

"Maybe," you draw out the word as you throw some popcorn back and she manages to catch it in her mouth.

"Do you really think it's good idea getting close to him? I mean, isn't he a devil worshipper or whatever?" He's not and she knows that. She's just trying to push your buttons, trying to make you see how wrong you are. Because as your friend, she feels like she needs to guide you in the right direction. Because how bad would it look if her best friend was hanging out with the Hellfire club, let alone their leader?

"No," you shake your head furiously. "He's not at all. And you'd know that if you went to any of the sessions with me."

"I'm busy, y/n, and you know that. And it's not like I'd spend my one free night a week with a bunch of losers. Present company included."

Your mouth falls open at the last sentence and you have to turn away so she won’t see the tears forming in your eyes. Anyone else calling you that would be one thing, but your best friend? Well, she might have stabbed you in the back with how betrayed you felt.

You stand from the bed and turn your back to her, wiping your tears from your cheeks before collecting your duffel bag from the floor and putting the strap over your shoulder.

“Oh, c’mon, y/n,” Chrissy rolls her eyes as you turn face her. “You’re not really leaving because of this, are you?”

“I am,” you nod. “You don’t want to hang out with a loser like me anyway,” you mumble, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you move towards the door, but Chrissy stops you when she puts her hand on her shoulder.

"Look," she sighs, turning you around to face her. "I'm just tell it like it is. Ever since you started hanging out with those weirdos, you've changed. You've been dressing differently," she refers to your outfit which consits of your Hellfire shirt you had worn for the session that night. "And you didn't even come to the game tonight. We were one man down for what? So you could go worship the devil? We really needed you, y/n. You're our best flyer."

"I'm sorry, I just-" You're afraid to tell her that it's because you don't like what you've become by hanging out with the popular crowd. You want to surround yourself with good people and you're sure that the hellfire club is filled with just that. You don't care about their reputations nor understand why Chrissy does.

"You're just what y/n?" Chrissy asks, her words sounding like venom and you step back, suddently afraid of her. "You hanging out with them makes me weird by association and do you know what that does for the head cheerleader? It means that those freaks think they can talk to me and that's all your fault. So if you want to continue to be friends with me, you're going to have to cut them off."

You let her words sink in, and tghe more you look at her, the more you don't recognizer her. The person standing in front of you may look like Chrissy, but she's definitely not behaving like her. And suddenly, you're feeling sick as you realize what you have to do. You don't want to, but what other choice do you have?

"You've actually made this so easy for me. Goodbye, Chrissy," you turn on your heel to head towards the door, but she stands in front of it, preventing you from leaving.

"You're not serious," she shakes her head, a humorless passing through her lips. "You're ending fifteen years of friendships for some guy? What the fuck, y/n?"

"Not, not for some guy, Chrissy. I'm doing it for myself because I deserve better. Now if you'll excuse me," you motion for her to move out of the way. You can paractically see the smoke coming out of her ears as you step aside, but that't not your problem anymore.

You open the door and hurry down the stairs as you feel more tears trailing down your cheeks as Chrissy calls after you.

"And don't think you can ever step foot in here again!"

Oh, you won't. You have no reason to.

You get out the front door and slam it closed as you step out onto the porch, realizing that she drove you home, but thankfully, you live just up the street. And because you seem to have really shitty luck, it begins to pour rain. You don't care anymore, though. You just need to get home. So you sprint that way, not sto[[ing undtipping until you get to your front door, -hurrying up to your room, hoping that your parents dont hear you.

As soon as your up the stairs, you hurry to the bathroom and strip your soaked clothes before turning on the shower. Once it’s hot enough, you step in, and as you’re doing all the tasks, you suddenly feel so much lighter even though you’re sobbing.

You’ve been wanting to end your friendship with Chrissy for a while, you just never thought it’d be like this. Because she’s more worried about her own image than she is about you. That’s the part that hurts the most, you think. She knows how happy being a part of hellfire makes you, it’s the first time you’ve actually felt like you belonged. And here she is, asking you to give it up like it’s nothing because it makes her look bad.

She knows that you’ve never liked being a cheerleader. It was just something that the two of you could do together so she forced you to try out with her freshman year. And yeah, maybe you should have told her you weren’t going to be at the game tonight, but you didn’t want to hear it.

After your shower, you cry yourself to sleep, mourning the loss of your friendship, the memories you had made together over the years, the person you thought you knew but clearly didn’t.

You spend the entire weekend in your room ignoring Chrissy’s calls, trying to work on your homework. She thinks it’s just a little fight, that you were being dramatic, but you’re not giving in this time. All ties have been cut and you’re not going to let her suck you back in. This is for the better, you know it.

-

Monday rolls around pretty quickly and all you’re looking forward to is seeing Eddie. You wanted to go over to his trailer after you let Chrissy’s on Friday night, but you didn’t want to bother him. After hellfire, he has talked about going him and planning the next session so you didn’t want to be a distraction.

He spots you by your locker and makes a beeline for you, hurrying to pull his gift for you out of his backpack. You spot him down the hallway and feel your heartbeat quicken as you realize that he's approaching you. He's got on that big grin and you can't help but match it.

"Hey," he greets. "How great was that session the other night?" He's filled with pride and normally, you would have haearts in your eyes, but not today. You haven't even thought about him the entire weekend, Chrissy taking up every square of your brain.

"Really great," you agree with a nod as you take the book you need for first period out of your locker and put it in your backpack. You can tell that he thinks something's off and you want to tell him about Chrissy and what happened over the weekend. You think it'll make you feel better and Eddie's always a great listener.

"You know, you never answered my call last night, is everything-" Eddie's question is cut off by Chrissy resting her hand on his shoulder and right before you can ask what's going on, she turns him to face her and presses a kiss to his lips. You feel bile rising in you throat as you watch them, that pit that's been in your stomach the entire weekend growing larger and larger.

"Hey, baby," she says as she runs her fingers through his hair. And that's when it all clicks for you. They're together. So, what, first she calls him edvery name in the book and now she's kissing him and calling him baby? How much had you missed since Friday?

She then turns to you and puts on a devilish grin, still running her hands through the hair you had fantasized about touching, almost as if she's trying to taunt you. You can tell by the look on her face that she's up to something and you hate that she's using Eddie just to prove a point.

"What's going on?" You ask even though you don't want actually want to hear it and are pretty sure that you already know the answer.

"Oh," she lets out a laugh that sounds condescending, as if she's making fun of you, and she definitely is. Because, after all, you're more often than not the butt of all of Chrissy's jokes. "Didn't Eddie tell you?" She asks, tilting her head to the side as her eyebrows furrow. "He's my boyfriend now."

In that moment, your vision blurs and you're sure that you're either going to pass out or throw up or both. This is all so sick and twisted, even for Chrissy. None of this was making any sense to you and you desperately needed to find out what had happened over the weekend.

Without a word, you grab her by the arm and pull her into one of the emtpy classrooms. You don't know what she's playing at, but you really want to get to the bottom of it. You knew that Eddie had been crushing on her, but Chrissy wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole. And that was a direct quote.

You shut the door and left it cracked, giving Eddie the perfet opportunity to eavesdrop. He ws normally a nosy person, but he just had to know what was going on between the two of you.

“This is low, even for you,” you told her and she just rolls her eyes again then leans against one of the tables.

“You’re just mad that I got to him first,” she replies almost as if she’s bored. She’s examining her nails almost as if she thinks this conversation isn’t important to her.

“No,” you glare at her. “I’m mad that you’re using him just to get back at me.”

“You know, not everything is about you, y/n. Maybe I really like Eddie.” You both know the truth and she hates that you’ve clocked it.

“But you don’t. This is just your sick form of revenge for me ending our friendship. I wonder what Eddie would say if he found out the real reason why you’re dating him.”

Eddie’s eyes widen at the revelation. He knew something was up with the whole thing, but he just didn’t know what. Now he had proof of what Chrissy had done. God, he felt so fucking stupid. He actually thought that she had liked him but apparently he had been wrong.

Before he could stop himself, he was bursting through the door. Anger was bubbling up inside him and he wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to do, but he had to say something.

“What?” He spits and the girls turn towards him, their eyes widening as they step away from each other.

“Eddie-“ Chrissy tries to say, but Eddie holds his hands up, cutting her off.

“I can’t believe-“ he lets out a deep breath. “I can’t believe I actually fell for that bullshit.”

“What bullshit? Eddie, I love you.”

“No you don’t. Because when you love someone, you don’t use their feelings for you as a way to get back at someone. Whatever we had is over now.” You can practically see the smoke coming out of his ears and he turns to you, his face softening.

He can see tears welling in your eyes when you look at him and his heart breaks for you. He doesn’t care about how he feels anymore. Being used is one thing, but being used to hurt the girl he likes is another.

He had liked Chrissy from the beginning, but then you came along. And you were sweet and smart and kind and you treated him like he was a normal person, not some freak. He really liked you, but Chrissy had convinced him that you liked someone else. But why would you have cared so much if you had? You like him too, don’t you?

He watches you flee the room in a blur and without another thought, he follows behind you, ignoring Chrissy calling behind him. He chases after you, hurrying down the school hallway as you make your way to the parking lot.

“Y/n!” He calls after you. He’s not going to let you get away until he tells you exactly how he feels. “Y/n!”

You ignore him and head to your car, feeling tears streaming down your cheeks. He comes up behind you as you use your key to unlock the driver’s seat door and you can’t get yourself to turn around.

“Can you please look at me?” He asks, the words sounding so pathetic, so desperate, and you feel your heart clench as you hear them.

Without a word, you turn around and Eddie’s quick to wipe the tears away with the pad of his thumb. And then by your surprise, he presses his lips to yours as his hands move up to cup your cheeks.

You’re quick to respond, your lips moving with his as your arms wrap around his neck pulling him closer to you.

“It’s you,” he mumbles against your lips. “It’s always been you.”

“It’s always been you too.”

You stay like that for a while, everything else completely irrelevant except for each other. You just want to be wrapped up in him forever, totally unaware that he had felt the same way until now. And there was absolutely no way you were letting him go.

[jester089]

This might be a strange idea but i was thinking that you could mabye wright the amazing digital circus with a reader who is trying to find a cure for abstracting, but also doing it in private so less people will bother them

It'll be worth it

This doesn't sound at all strange. Thanks for the request.

You had been in the circus a while. Having initially arrived slightly after Ragatha, unlike her you always kept to yourself never really being seen. Everyone just assumed that you loved being alone or hated people so they left you to your devices. A few had guesses on why Caine seemed to spend so much time with you but most just assuming that was just trying to give you some company. It had been a few months since anything of note has happened. No new arrivals, no abstractions. Everyone was starting to get a little on edge which lead to Ragatha checking in on everyone much more then usual. The main reason being that Jax had started being more aggressive with his boredom. It was actually Ragatha who first found out why you never went out, why you always seemed to be in a bad mood. She was stopping by to check on you when she overhead you and Caine celebrating something. Despite her best judgement she eavesdropped and heard you yell something along the lines of "Finally! Progress! It might... It might actually be possible! Caine! My work is paying off!" She didn't know what that meant so she took a moment to get back to normal then knocked on your door asking to come in. You surprisingly let her in so she, with a little hesitance walked into your room and saw an abstract in a glass cage type thing. That's when it clicked in her mind what you had meant. She walked up to you and did her best to keep a steady and calm voice. "Are you finding a way to fix abstraction?" "Yeah. But don't tell anyone. And before you ask, no, I don't want your help. I'm better at working alone." "But... You're letting Caine help you." "Yeah, but only cause he gets me the resources I need when I need em. wouldn't have that abstract contained without him. He has something of value to me, you don't. Now why are you here." She looked a bit hurt at your words but didn't want to intrude. So she saw herself out and let you get back to your work. Once she was out of the room Caine turned to you. "That was awfully rude, you should apologize. You don't usually act like that even when someone is annoying you. What happened?" You sigh and face your desk again getting back to work. Your thankful that you don't have to eat, drink, or sleep. It's sped up your work a lot and is the only real reason you're still healthy. "Caine, don't start this now. I'm the only one here with the skills and will to actually help those who have been lost. I can't afford to feel bad for hurting someone's feelings right now." "Well, you should still apologize when you can." "I will" ~~~~~ It's been. You don't even know. A month, two? It's hard to tell when you never leave your room. Another person has arrived in that time. From what you've heard from Caine her name's Pomni but you can't bring yourself to care not with what has just happened. You... You did it... You're currently sitting in your desk chair staring at the once contained abstract. It's not an abstract anymore though. It's who it was before, a yellowish orange and green wiggle worm. You slowly turn to Caine who is just as surprised as you. "Did I... Did we... A-are they ok? Are they themselves again? They look normal physically, but is their mind in one piece?" After a few more seconds of staring Caine snaps out of it and joins them in the containment cell. You can't hear what their saying but it seems that it's going well? He pokes his head through the wall with a giant smile on his face. "She's ok! Speaking in full sentences and not at all hostile!" You fall back onto your chair again completely taken back. You did it. YOU DID IT! "Ok, ok... This is big. But we need to be careful. It feels wrong but we should keep them contained for a bit longer. We don't know if their going to change back. Until were sure lets just take it slow." ~~~~~

It's a few days later now, you've been checking on them every 10 minutes or so. You also had Caine make it so you two can hear each other through the glass so she has someone to talk to and doesn't lose her mind again. You do one last check, nothing abnormal. You with a happy but tired sigh open it up and let her out. "Well, miss. How are you feeling? Sorry I kept you contained like that I just had to be sure as you are the first person I've been able to help." "Oh it's no trouble, I understand completely. And I'm feeling, great! Wonderful even." You let out a breath more happy to hear that then you had expected. Years of work. And it wasn't for nothing. "Well... Do you wanna meet the others? Sadly the people you knew since have long since abstracted, but I'm going to change that. But for now. We should introduce you to everyone." She doesn't have a mouth but you can tell she's smiling. You motion for her to follow then walk out of your room. For the first time since you've arrived you feel happy. Years and you finally have something to show for all your hard work.

(I enjoyed writing this. Enough to probably want another part. Hope you enjoyed it!)

xoxo, Jester

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Touch Me (Part 1) Alastor X Reader!

A/N: I’ve known a few people (demi such as myself and myself included) who don’t like being touched (also probably my autism but we'll skip that part), but especially that little special bond you get when you find the right partner and you're much more comfortable with touches than before.

The drawing below is mine, I didn't want to keep you lovely readers waiting for today's post so I decided to just post the sketch. This an oc of mine, they're part fox if you're wondering <3

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Chapter 1: Touch Me (Part 1)

Description: Alastor notices you start touching the other guests more, though you don’t like touch, he’s hurt when you don’t touch him however, and feels left out.

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Alastor tapped his fingers on the desk slowly, you had been working for him for a month by now. Seemingly out of nowhere, you have caught his eye, he needed to figure you out. He was drawn to you. You were his every waking thought. 

From humoring him with coffee in the morning and evening chats at dinner, something he never thought he would participate in, was now the highlight of his afterlife. No, Alastor wasn’t sure what had gotten into him and that’s why he had to study you. 

Not to mention you had so much in common, the lack of physical touch that either of you could handle, to always keeping a smile on your face. You were the highlighter in a box of pencils, something that lit up his life. A beauty that he deemed would be his work with.

You were barely his assistant, unlike the aquaintances at the hotel, he refused to call them more. He did, however, want more from you.

Though something seemed off about you and that has led to him sitting in his tower, slowly tapping his fingers on the desk in front of him. You had never liked being touched, you were picky when it came to touch of any sorts, hating different textures and your sensitivity to sound, you had preferred the quiet hum of his radio. Recently however, he has seen everyone be more handsy with you.

Just earlier today, he seen Angel Dust hugging you, Charlie and you dancing (that one made his blood especially boil, how had he not danced with you yet and here’s Charlie and you!), Vaggie had of course been practicing dancing with you too (also to his annoyance…), even Husk had been holding your hands over the bar! (He was sure to skin that cat later on).

He would figure this out!

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Making his way downstairs he saw you writing in some notebook, clearly focused while Nifty sat atop your head and Angel to the right of you. “Why hello there Dear! Are you in any need of assistance?” Alastor asked happily slipping to the left of you and slipping an arm around your waist. You jumped and looked at him, confusion on your face and the blush that blanketed it. You quickly scooted away before standing up, lifting Nifty off your head and setting her on the table. “Oh uh… hey Alastor! I was just working on a script for my- ya know it doesn’t matter. I don’t really need any help, but thank you!” you said quickly as his smile twitched. 

He stood next to you and reached his hand down to grab your hand, he looked up at you with a look as if to ask if he could hold your hand. You had paused for a moment letting him hold your hand, both of you unknowingly loving the touch from each other. But to break the moment you coughed and backed away. “Really, I don’t want to be a bother Al. I’ll see you later,” you tried, smile not fading as you turned tail up the stairs to your room. 

Alastor could feel himself fuming while Angel gave him a concerned look, Charlie joining as she wandered into the room. “Hey Smiles, why smoke coming from your ears? You really wanted to spend time with them?” he asked, confused smirk on his face. Alastor looked at him with static before it went back to the normal buzz. “They’ll touch you, but not me? Why?” Alastor said, pretty much growling. 

“Uh… maybe because you’re a creepy ass radio demon?” Angel said nonchantly, while Charlie made a squeak sound. “You don’t like being touched.” Alastor’s head shot towards Charlie’s direction. “What was that?” Charlie gave a soft smile at Alastor. “They know you don’t like being touched, I may have told them, when they asked about you.”

“What did my little doe ask about me, may I ask?” Alastor said turning fully to face Charlie properly. “Just if you would be okay with touch, they uh wanted to hug you? Something about you looking upset and I had told them you didn’t like being touched, so I think they had just brought you something. That was last week!” Charlie responded quickly. 

“My doe wanted to hug me and I didn’t even get a say in this? Why young one, just point them in my direction next time, would you?” Alastor hissed before turning to go to your room. “I’m pretty sure I’m older than you-” was all that was heard from Charlie before he made his way up the stairs.

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Alastor, with a swift knock on your door, waited for you to open the door before inviting himself in. “Oh hey Alastor, to what do I have to pleasure of entertaining you-” Soon his arms were wrapped around you and you paused feeling confused, arms straight down at your sides. “Don’t move, please. You wanted to hug? Here it is,” Alastor growled his nose buried in your hair as he pulled you tightly to himself.

“It’s really okay Alastor, I know you don’t like being tou-” you had tried to say while pulling away, before Alastor pulled you tight to him again. “Say you don’t want this if you don’t, I don’t want to push your boundaries my doe. But I do want this,” Alastor said, now absentmindedly rubbing the middle of your back with his thumb. 

“I’m okay with this. Thanks for asking though and confirming you were okay with the hug.” you whispered finally reaching around his waist and returning the hug. Alastor sighed and nuzzled you. For once his mind was also quiet, a quiet radio humm signalling that as well. 

“Why them? Why would you not ask me?” Alastor asked softly, pulling just far back enough to cup your face in his hand, absently you rubbed your cheek against his palm, making his smile soften at the sight of you being so comfortable and vulnerable. “I didn’t want you to laugh, I’m sorry.” Alastor chuckled and rubbed your cheek with his thumb now.

“How about we make a deal?” your eyes shot up giving Alastor a confused and scared look, but not moving your head. “You can touch me, whenever and wherever, no need to ask, just stop if I become… uncomfortable… and I can… court you persay?” Alastor said. He knew he wanted you to be his, if this was the way to go, he’d make it go.

You slowly nodded and smiled at him, “I would like that,” you responded softly. “Good,” Alastor said as he leaned down, you glanced at his lips, he was waiting for you to meet him, for the okay to kiss. ‘Oh what am I getting myself into…’

You crushed your lips together.

The room lit green and you blushed, contract coming together. “I didn’t know you even felt that way about me?” you whispered. You had obviously come to know your crush on him, but you weren’t too sure how to go about dating someone who was ace or what they were okay with. You knew they did date, but with Alastor, that type of life was so non existent that you questioned him also being aromantic.

“Well my darling doe, there’s a lot you’re gonna learn about me. It’s not often I feel comfortable with touch, it’s even less common for someone to make me feel like this.”

“So would that make us-” you started and he chuckled. “Yes you are my partner and I am yours,” he whispered and leaned down to once again let our lips touch softly.

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Sicktember - You're Not Fine You're Coughing Up A Lung

Fandom - Set It Up (Netflix movie staring G/len P/owell)

Words - 2254

Author's Notes - Like many people I watched T/wisters and now have a slight crush on a certain man. As I result I watched this movie and this idea was born. For those not familiar with it, it's about two stressed out assistants trying to get their bosses to date so they'll lay off them but they end up with feelings for each other instead.

Hope you enjoy!

Harper was on her way out of the office when she decided to stop by Charlie’s desk. She wasn’t sure exactly when it had become their routine to gloat to the other about who was getting out earlier but it seemed to have stuck. It was later than she usually left, but Kirsten had a family thing all weekend, so she was looking forward to spending her time off as lazily as possible and teasing Charlie mercisly about it. She hadn’t quite made it to his desk when she heard a sneeze.

“Bless you?” she said, stepping around the corner. 

“Thangs,” Charlie sniffed, rubbing his nose. 

He was sitting at his desk, looking a lot more disheveled than he usually did. His hair was messy, his tie undone and there were a few scattered tissues next to him. 

“Hey, you okay?” Harper asked. 

In the few weeks they’d been working together Harper had never seen Charlie anything other than immaculately dressed. He always wore a suit, combed his hair, and his desk was usually so pristine that it looked like it belonged in an Ikea showroom. Unlike Harper’s, which was in a constant state of chaos. 

“I’ll live,” he sniffed thickly. 

“Have you got that cold all of the interns have been passing around?” she asked. 

Over the past few weeks, a nasty cold has been sweeping through the building. No one could enter without hearing various coughs and sneezes. Harper was pretty sure she’d only managed to avoid it by pure luck where Charlie had been bragging about his superior immune system. 

“Noh, I’m fine,” he said, though the congestion in his voice betrayed him. 

“What are you still doing here anyway? It’s nearly eleven,” Harper asked. 

“Rick’s at some executive party but I’ve got his apartment keys so I’ve got to wait here till he comes back for them,” Charlie replied.

“Can’t you leave the keys with someone else? Or have the doorman at his building let him in?” 

Charlie shook his head, coughing roughly into his fist. “He doesn’t trust anyone else with his keys. He’d fire me on the spot if I gave them to anyone,” 

“Well, that’s shit,” Harper said. 

Charlie nodded, resting his head in his hands. It made Harper feel weird just looking at him. She’d never once seen him so quiet and just unlike himself. It kind of unnerved her. This wasn’t her usual Charlie, this wasn’t their routine and she felt lost without it.  

He turned away from her and stifled two harsh sneezes into a tissue. 

“hhuuhhHGITZHH… hhh-UHH-GITZT…Ugh.” he groaned, blowing his steadily reddening nose. 

“Bless you!” 

Harper remembered coming into work with a nasty cold once and Kirsten had taken one look at her and sent her home. It seemed Rick was not as nice or even observant. Harper guessed that he wouldn’t even have noticed that Charlie was sick unless he passed out at his feet. 

“Come on, let’s get you somewhere more comfortable,” she said, holding out her hand. 

“I just told you, I can’t leabe,” Charlie said, congestion muffing his words. 

“We’re not leaving the building, now come on,” 

Charlie accepted Harper’s outstretched hand and stumbled to his feet. The break room wasn’t far but Charlie looked dead on his feet from the short walk. He collapsed onto one of the couches, coughing miserably the whole time. 

“You really sound terrible,” Harper said, going straight to one of the kitchen cabinets where she kept a small stash of tea bags for emergencies. And this was definitely an emergency. Harper couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen someone look so sick.  

“Well, I feel great,” Charlie replied as he winced at the pain in his throat. 

“Here,” Harper returned with a hot cup of tea. “This’ll make you feel better.” 

“Is it poison? I think only death would help,” Charlie groaned, taking the cup. 

Harper couldn’t help but laugh as she took a seat next to him. Up close she wasn’t so sure it was just a cold. None of the interns had looked quite as sickly as he did. He was far too pale with a feverish flush to his cheeks and a glassy look in his eyes. 

“How much longer do you think you’ll have to stay?” she asked. 

Charlie shrugged, taking a sip of tea and coughing as the hot liquid stung his throat. 

“Probably a few more hours. Rick is never one to leave a party early,” 

“Are you sure you’re going to survive?” Harper asked, hoping she didn’t sound as worried as she felt. Her concern for him only grew with every cough and sniffle. 

“Yea…” Charlie started before his breath hitched and he sneezed harshly into his arm. 

“HUSHH-TEWW… HHHuhhh.. HITISS-hEWw.,” 

“Bless…” 

“No.. hhHHhhH… Not..-HHTTSH-tisw.. hh..hh..Done…hhHH-HSSHH-Eww.

“God, Charlie, they sounded like they hurt.” 

Charlie just nodded and shivered violently. Harper then realised he was trembling with chills, clinging onto his jacket like he was in the arctic. He was definitely sicker than she’d first thought. She went to put her hand against his forehead and he tried to bat her hand away but had to stop to cough instead. 

She felt the heat on his skin as he continued to cough. The poor thing, the cough sounded like it was destroying his throat.

“I’b fine,” he rasped. 

“You are not fine. You can’t get through a sentence without coughing and you are burning with a fever,” Harper said, pushing some of the sweaty hair off his clammy forehead.

Charlie sighed and coughed miserably, leaning his head back against the couch and closing his eyes.

“I don’t feel well,” he mumbled. 

“I know. I’m sorry,” she said, rubbing his arm. 

She could feel his fever even through his jacket, which only made anxiety bubble in her chest. He was clearly suffering from what was probably the flu and he couldn’t even go back to his own bed. She so desperately wanted to take him home, bundle him up and sit around watching terrible movies together. Instead she’d have to make him comfortable best she could. 

“Okay, let's get you out of that suit.” 

“You really want to undress me now?” he asked lazily, opening one eye to look at her. 

“Ha ha very funny. Now do it.” 

Charlie attempted to glare at her but it came off like a grumpy puppy. She laughed and rummaged through her bags until she found her oversized blue hoodie.

“Here, have this. You’ll much more comfortable,” 

He took it with trembling hands, stripping off his suit jacket and pulling the soft hoodie over his head. Somehow it made him look worse without the suit, like it was the last thing holding the mask of wellness in place. Now he just looked miserable. 

“Thanks,” he said quietly, “You don’t have to stay, you know. I’ll be okay.” 

“I disagree. I think leaving you alone would be a crime. What if you died from that fever and I wasn’t here to save you?” 

Charlie tried to laugh but it turned into a harsh cough. Harper continued to rub his back as he coughed before the fit finally let up. He pulled his knees up to his chest and curled up at the end of the couch. 

“Can I get you anything?” she asked. 

“Death,” he rasped. 

Harper gave a small smile and gently squeezed his hand. She wasn’t sure where all the physical affection was coming from. She’d never so much as held his hand before but somehow it felt right. He squeezed her hand back and returned the weakest of smiles. 

“Thank you,”

“Try to get some rest, okay? I’ll wake you when he gets back,” Harper said, running a hand through his already messed up hair. 

Charlie nodded and closed his eyes, falling asleep almost instantly. Though she wouldn’t have called in a restful sleep as even unconscious he still sounded terrible. She’d managed to find him a blanket in one of the other offices and he’d curled up in the corner of the couch, snoring loudly through his blocked nose. 

Harper couldn’t have slept even if she wanted to. It felt all her senses were dialled up to eleven. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, she wasn’t supposed to care about him. They were meant to be setting up their bosses not catching feelings for each other. He was arrogant and a try hard with no ambition outside himself, yet looking at him curled on the couch, sick as hell she couldn’t stop worrying about him. 

Eventually, she heard the door to the office open and Rick’s voice rang out. 

“Charlie, where the hell are you?” 

“Charlie, get up. He’s back.” 

It took a moment for him to register what was happening before Charlie was able to pull himself up. Even in the dim light she could see he looked awful, far too pale with sweaty hair clinging to his forehead. 

“Rick’s back, come on.” 

Harper helped him to his feet and he slowly stumbled back toward his desk, coughing harshly into his arm. 

“Come on, I don’t have all night,” Rick snapped as Charlie retrieved the keys from his desk drawer.

“Here you go,” Charlie tossed him the keys without his usual enthusiasm and they landed at Rick’s feet. 

Rick picked them up, mumbled something about useless assistants and turned to leave. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” 

“No, you won’t,” Charlie said. 

Rick, who'd already made it halfway out the door, turned around. “I’m sorry?” 

“I said I won’t be coming in tomorrow, or probably the day after,” 

“And why, pray tell is that?” Rick asked, annoyed that his assistant being at death's door was nothing more than a passing inconvenience. 

“Imb sick,” Charlie said before breaking off into his worst coughing fit yet. He barely managed to stay upright as he hacked up his lungs. 

“Come back when you’re not doing that and if you’ve given that shit to me consider yourself fired,” Rick said before storming out the door. 

Charlie was still coughing, leaning heavily against the wall as he fought for his breath back. Harper rushed to his side and rubbed his back as he struggled. 

“Small breaths, you’re okay,” she reassured him as finally the fit tapered out. 

“What an arsehole,” Charlie rasped. 

“You can say that again, though I wouldn’t. You sound like your one cough from death,” 

Charlie just groaned and lent his head against hers. “Can I go home now?” 

“Sounds like a plan.” 

Harper hailed them a taxi, surprisingly tricky at 4am in the city and they headed back. Charlie was so out of it that it wasn’t until the taxi stopped that he realised he was, in fact, not at home. 

“This isn’t my building,” he croaked. 

“No, it’s mine. I don’t trust that roommate of yours not to be bonking in the living room again, and I didn’t think you’d fancy another trip up the fire escape.” 

“Fair point.” 

“And plus, I have the best bed in the whole world.” 

Unfortunately though for Charlie Harper’s building didn’t have an elevator so the trip up to the apartment was a slow one. He kept having to stop to cough or sneeze and by the time he made it to the fourth floor he was shaking. 

“This bed of yours better be worth it,” he mumbled as she unlocked the door. 

The apartment was just as she’d left it, messy and cluttered. It looked exactly like a place two twenty something women called home. There were half read magazines on the table, an unwashed bowl of ramen in the sink and Becca’s bra was drying on the radiator. 

“Oh it is, come on.” 

Harper’s bedroom was much the same, her bed unmade, clothes on the floor and a few dirty dishes on the bedside table. 

“Go take a shower, I’ll find you something to wear.” 

“Won’t your roommate mind?” 

“Nah, she’s not here. She’s on a big date with her man.” 

Charlie nodded, coughing a little and wandered off in the direction of the bathroom. Harper managed to find a pair of sweats she thought would fit him even if they were a bit short in the leg and left them outside the bathroom. When she heard the water running Harper got to work. She grabbed all the medicine she could find, made a fresh batch of tea and put the tv in her room onto one of her favourite cheesy rom-coms. 

“What’s all this?” Charlie asked. 

He looked a little ridiculous in the clothes that were clearly too short but the shower seemed to have done him some good as he was smiling. 

“Stuff to make you feel better,” she said. 

Charlie climbed into bed and patted the spot next to him. “You coming?” 

“You know,” Harper said, joining him under the duvet. “This is not how I imagined our first night in bed together,” 

“You think about that?” 

Harper, realising what she’d said went bright red and took a mouthful of hot tea to try to hide her flushed cheeks. 

“Cause I think about it too,” Charlie said, resting his head on her shoulder. 

Harper smiled and kissed the top of his head. This hadn’t been the plan. In fact, the plan was so far out the window it was probably in the next state, but that didn’t matter. They’d found something in each other, they could count on each other and maybe in a not so short amount of time, love each other. 

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Chocolate and Pining

Jim Halpert x GN!Reader PART TWO [TABLE OF CONTENTS]

Summary: Something’s up with Michael- you haven’t seen hide nor tail of him for a whole week. To top that off, Pam’s insistent flirting is starting to officially get to you. What happens when you confront her with the truth?

Warnings: Mentions of a concussion (brief), Confronting someone, Intrusive thoughts (minor)

You were currently sitting at your desk earlier than usual, typing on your computer with a concentrated look. Few people were in the office so far- being, Dwight, Angela, Phyllis, and surprisingly Kelly in the kitchen brewing the first pot of coffee. You weren't usually this early, but you had a strong sneaking suspicion and as you checked through your calendar, Michael's calendar- anything you could find- your face just became more distressed.

You pulled out your red notepad labelled 'Michael's Meetings' and started flipping through it to the latest note written, reading through and working backwards. The camera watched your frantic actions, though no one else in the office seemed to care.

With a loud yawn, Jim walked through the office doors, raising his eyebrows at spotting you sitting in your seat already. "G'mornin'," Jim mumbled, tapping your desk lightly as he passed. You looked up quickly, straightening and shooting a 'Psst!' over at him. He furrowed his brow and dropped his bag on his desk before wandering back to the reception area and leaning against your own. "What's up Y/L/N?"

"When was the last time Michael called a meeting?"

Jim looked confused, tilting his head with a quiet, "Huh?" You just started flipping through your papers again, sighing.

"When was the last time Michael called a meeting or had us play a silly game for some stupid reason- or even tried to pull a prank?" You glanced back up at him, furrowing your brow, "When did he last say 'That's what she said’?"

Jim has now begun to look worried, slumping lower on the desk. "Oh- uhh." He seemed to think, shaking his head, "I mean he congratulated me on my jello prank- last week?" He hummed, meeting your gaze. "I see why you're worried."

"Yeah, this is completely unlike him!" You whisper-yelled, shaking your head. "An entire week of no meetings called randomly, no obnoxious pranks- he didn't even have actual work scheduled. It's like he's just sitting in his office with the blinds drawn twiddling his thumbs!" You threw your hands up at this, continuing, "Now either something is very wrong with him, or..."

"Or?" Jim smirked, raising his eyebrows.

"Or he's planning something! The last two times he was quiet for this long was one, when he had gotten a 'secret' girlfriend that ended up using him to cheat on her husband, and two-"

"When he was planning his self-proclaimed 'Ultimate Prank'?" Jim finished, straightening up and glancing around the office, worried.

"Exactly." You dropped your notebook onto the table with a 'plop,' leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms. "And I'm willing to bet this is 'Ultimate Prank number 2.'" —

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You and Jim sat side by side in the conference room, looking both exasperated and worried at the same time. "So the 'Ultimate Prank' that Michael pulled actually happened only a few weeks after I first started here," You began, sighing and glancing at Jim.

"Yeah, I honestly didn't expect them to come back the next day, they weren't exactly used to Michael's antics just yet," Jim stated with a shrug.

"I almost didn't," You mumbled, lifting your thumb to bite at your nail as Jim continued.

"His so-called 'Ultimate Prank'," said with air quotes, "Was when he decided he needed to one-up everyone in the office. He found these heavy-duty buzzers- I don't even know where he got them- but he placed one under every desk in the office. It was right at noon that he decided to turn the remote up to full blast. Every desk in the office began shaking violently."

"He had tried to put one under my desk but since mine is connected to the floor, all it did was shake everything on the top of my desk." You cheekily input, chuckling lightly.

"It was chaos immediately. Someone yelled 'earthquake' and half the people in the office tried to duck under their desks. The other half jumped up and tried to back away from them, realising it was only the desks that were shaking." Jim looked back at you, his head shaking.

"It only went on for about a minute, but it felt like time-stretched. Meredith ended up one of the ones under the desk, and it had hit her in the head so hard she ended up with a concussion. The desks kept shaking, moving across the floor, and eventually-"

"All of our paperwork, all of our phones and computers- bam! Crashed onto the floor." Jim interrupted, throwing his hands down as if to mimic them all crashing. You chuckle lowly, shaking your head.

"I was sure Michael was going to be fired after that." You admitted, shrugging your shoulders. "But as Oscar ran the numbers, we had enough spare money in our budget to replace every computer that broke. It was Michael's saving grace."

"I don't think," Jim tapped his chin, turning toward you, "Was corporate ever told about the incident?"

"I mean, I didn't tell. And I doubt Michael would've risked it. You know his saying, 'What happens at the Scranton branch,"

"Stays at the Scranton Branch," You both finished, and you giggle softly and look away.

— "What do you think the prank might be?" Jim questioned. They were back at the desk in the morning as if continuing where they left off.

"I'm more worried about the repercussions. There could be a fire, more medical bills-" You huffed, shaking your head. You both were quiet for a second before Jim glanced around the office quickly, leaning in closer and whispering to you.

"Has Michael come in yet?" You shook your head in response and Jim tapped your desk twice before waving for you to follow him. Jumping up quickly, you round the desk and follow Jim to the door of Michael's office.

"Are you sure we should do this?"

"Do you want to minimize the destruction this will definitely cause?" Jim whispered back, giving you expectant eyes. "Besides, it's not like he'd ever fire us." You only shrugged in response, unable to argue either point. Jim nodded, and with the both of you in agreement, he pushed open the door. You enter quickly after him, closing the door quietly behind yourself. "Okay, you look at any papers he may have written on, I'll check his computer."

You nod at his plan before rushing behind his desk. Jim was booting up the computer as you started flipping through loose pages on his desk, opening drawers and looking for anything that may be of interest. As Jim logs into Michael's computer, you find a small post-it note and pull it up.

Ideas for Pranks: Freeze office for ice rink Fill everyone's desk FULL of jello Fake emergency Create Real emergency?? (this item on the list is crossed out) Fake retirement ------ TODD (circled)

"Jim," You began, lifting the post-it note out of the drawer and holding it in front of him. You both read it before you glanced at him with a head tilt. "Who is Todd?" The look on Jim's face almost scared you before he answered.

"Todd Packer. An old coworker of Michael's." He huffed, shaking his head. "Think of how bad Michael was when you first met him, but times that by three and add an extra dose of pervert." You shuddered at the thought, placing the note down to continue looking, seeing if there was any other evidence you could find.

"Oh hey, I found some emails with Todd. They look recent." You leaned over without thought, hovering close to Jim as you read the back and forth between them.

Michael: Hey big man! Toady Toddy!! What say we meet up this Friday? I'm planning this HUGE prank and I want you to be there!! We gotta plan together! Todd: Oh a prank?? Count me in! I'll bring the cupcakes, you bring the camera! Michael: Wow man! That sounds great and all but I didn't want to repeat a prank, I have this whole new one planned! It includes you! Todd: Well if it includes me then I'm gonna bring what I want. Just remember not to eat them unless you want a good time ;D

"Do you know what prank they're referencing?" You ask, looking over toward Jim and finally realizing just how close your face was to him. Jim kept scanning the words as if they would give any further clue before turning his head slightly toward you, finally locking eyes. You watched his eyes widen slightly before returning to normal as if realizing the proximity. You also happened to notice his pupils grow slightly, and the so-quick-it-almost-didn't-happen glance to your lips then back to their eyes. You cleared your throat, straightening up and backing away from the shared proximity, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"The," Jim hesitated, licking his lips before turning his attention back to the screen, "The cupcake one? No. But it certainly sounds like we shouldn't eat them."

"Yeah," You huffed, crossing your arms, "But good luck telling the office that. They'd never refuse a cupcake without proof."

"I mean," Jim shrugged, straightening up and somehow ending up in close proximity to you again, "Aren't these emails proof enough? We can forward them to everyone."

"Yeah, but if we tell everyone right now- spoil Michael's big prank- what do you think will happen? Whatever urged him to start this is gonna make him want to plan something else. And be even more secretive about it since he'd know we're onto him."

Jim sighs in response, nodding along and looking down at the post-it note on the desk. "And whatever he plans after this will make these look like child's play."

"Exactly. We just now need to figure out both what Michael plans to do, and what Todd plans to do." You huff, crossing your arms. "Go ahead and forward it to our emails, at least, so we have proof later if we need it."

"Already on it, Y/N/N." Jim sent a smirk over his shoulder before clicking a few more emails, continuing his search. You really couldn't help the secret smile that stretched across your face, turning and beginning a search through the filing cabinets. After another little bit of searching, you ended up pulling out a printed receipt, scanning it.

"This looks like Michael ordered a-" You hesitated, moving closer to Jim, "A bouncy castle? To arrive on the 16th-" You bring up your phone, check the date and sigh, "So, next week."

"On the same day that you happen to have a one-year anniversary?" Jim asks, raising an eyebrow at you before turning toward the computer again. "We're looking for things related to the prank, not your big surprise party."

"Yeah, well, what if this is the prank?" You continued to scan the page as Jim turned toward you with a distressed look. "What if Michael just uses the day as an excuse to start his prank?"

"Y/N," Jim began placing his hands on your elbows and ducking his head to lock eyes with you, "Your anniversary is about you. I doubt Michael would take that away from you."

"A bouncy castle? For me?" You raised your eyebrows in disbelief at Jim, shaking your head. "I'd receive a party thrown by the planning committee if anything- this is just Michael needing a distraction. A way to pull focus from something else."

"Michael, I have a favour to ask of you-"

"Not now Dwight, I just got in-"

Both you and Jim widen your eyes in surprise at the conversation heard in the doorway. You both turn, you were putting the few papers back where they had been and Jim began closing the tabs he had opened and started the shutdown process. You were at the door first, popping out quickly and leaving the door cracked.

Seeing Michael round the corner and realizing Jim still wasn't out of the room, you walked over and took Michael's arm, walking halfway around him so Michael spun, his back to his office door now. "Michael, I have some questions about the itinerary-" Michael scoffs loudly in response, waving his arms as Jim finally slips out of the office and closes it gently.

"I thought I told you! Don't plan any meetings with clients until I say you can, I just-"

"Is there something more important than our work, Michael?" You asked pointedly, raising your eyebrows toward him. Jim slipped quietly to his desk, sitting and starting up his own computer. Dwight, who now stood behind you after you intercepted and now still wanted to speak with Michael, glared over at Jim with suspicion.

"Work-" Michael hesitated, and you could tell it killed him to keep his secret, "This is work!" He shot a finger up, as if realizing a good lie to use, "Yes! Work, straight from corporate. You wouldn't have heard above it, it's above your pay grade."

"Yeah, Y/N, above your pay grade," Dwight parroted, circling around to stand in front of them with his arms crossed. “But not mine, since I’m Assistant Regional Manager.”

“Assistant to the Regional Manager. And yes, it’s even above your pay grade, Dwight.”

"Right, I'll just hold all meetings and calls then," You replied, nodding and backing away to your desk. As you finally sat, watching Michael and Dwight disappear into the former's office, you and Jim locked eyes once more, both with proud grins.

You sat and watched the giggles Pam threw at Jim, the longing looks from back from him. This was a common enough occurrence, but even so, you sighed, unable to keep it in. With Michael not letting you actually work there was nothing to distract you from it. You tried to scoot in closer to your PC, your Word document up and filled with half a chapter of your newest fan fiction, and you attempted to write another sentence. Halfway through, and another giggle later, you instead hastily grab your coffee cup and all but run to the kitchen.

Realizing no coffee was in the pot, you emptied the used coffee grounds and began the process of a new pot. After placing the water and pressing the start button, you hear the door open behind you and turn to see Pam entering with two cups in her hands. You took a deep breath- you’re still friends of course. You can't help the jealousy, and it's certainly not her fault.

"Hey, making a new pot?"

"That I am!" The reply seemed a little too cheerful, but Pam seemed to shrug it off, placing the two cups down as you both waited for the coffee to brew. It was quiet for roughly half a pot of coffee before Pam finally spoke up, quietly and carefully.

"Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

'No,' You thought to yourself, but with your next words sprung out almost against your will, "Actually, yes." You were thrown off completely. 'No. Do not say anything, this is what they want, this is what they do. You have no right-' "I just don't find it fair," You began, turning and leaning your hip against the counter. Pam smirked slightly, tilting her head. "It's not fair to Jim." At this, Pam's smile slowly fell away, until she continued in her quiet whisper.

"What's not fair to Jim?"

"The way you guys flirt. I know it's not my business," You threw your hands up in mock surrender, turning toward the almost full coffee pot, "But you're engaged. You have a wedding date set for next month. And you keep on flirting with him. It just-" You huff, shaking your head with an involuntarily concerned expression, "It seems like you're leading him on. And you have a fiance! Roy would be devastated if he heard anything that went on up here."

It was quiet until the pot finished brewing. You grabbed it to begin pouring into the three cups when you finally heard a soft, "Oh," From Pam. She waited until you set the pot back in the machine and turned to look at her before speaking again, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't realize you were in love with him."

You choked, sputtered, dropping the spoon you had picked up for the sugar. Pam easily reached over, taking the sugar container and spoon to finish the three coffees. Once you got your voice back, shaking your head, you quickly exclaimed, "What? No, that's- I don't- That's not why I said that!"

"I know you're not asking me to back off, Y/N. I'm not saying that." Your eyes met and Pam's held a sort of pity, "You're saying you want Jim to be happy, you're thinking long-term. And he can't be with me, which will upset him unless I let him down easy." Pam sighed softly, nodding, "I know this, I always have. If I'm honest I should've stopped flirting when the date was set. Before that, even. But-" Pam bit her lip, looking back up to you, "I didn't realize he had any suitors. That he had a chance."

"I-" You began, but the words were lost to you. You just shook your head before Pam held a hand up to stop you, finishing off with the creamer in the coffees meanwhile.

"Don't say anything. You don't have to deny it for my sake, I've seen how you looked at him before, I just never put it together." Pam washed the spoon, put it in the drainer, and then lifted her cup to her lips with both hands. "If you ever need to talk, I'm here. I promise I won't make it awkward. And don't worry," Pam winked now, a small smile spreading, "I'm done now. The only flirting you'll catch me doing is with my husband."

Pam turned and walked out of the room, leaving you standing there and flustered. It took another minute of shaking your head and taking a few breaths before you reached for your coffee, noticing Jim's still sitting there. You grab both, pushing your way out of the kitchen and back into the office.

Jim wasn't sitting at his desk. You walked by, placing his mug on his desk and smiling softly- apologetically- toward Pam, before returning to your own desk. Rounding the corner, you finally found Jim. Kneeled down behind your desk, staring directly at your computer. At your word document. At the fanfiction- 'No!'

"Jim-!"

"You know," Jim began, turning to look at you with a smirk, "I was originally crouching back here to scare you. Pop up and say, ‘Boo!’" He laughed sweetly, and you had to put your coffee down from how much you were beginning to shake. "But I found something much better."

"Jim, I can explain-"

"You don't need to explain anything," Jim stood with a smile, walking closer and placing a hand on your elbow. "But why didn't you tell me you've read the books? Just wanted me to make a fool of myself telling you all those stories?"

"No, I haven't," You replied quickly, shaking your head. "I've just-" You hesitate, closing down the Word document quickly before taking Jim's wrist and practically running into the hallway for some privacy. "I haven't read them, I swear. But you sounded so passionate when you told me about it, I kind of- sort of- fell for the characters?"

Jim watched your almost pained expression trying to explain this to him, shoving his hands into his pockets. "So you're telling me you wrote all that, just from the stories I've been telling you about the book?"

"Yes," You huffed, defeated, "And I know they're probably nowhere near how the characters actually act-"

"It's completely how they act," Jim interrupted with a laugh, his smile never leaving, "And even if it wasn't, fanfiction isn't meant to be canon fiction. It's made by a fan, for their own purposes. You can have Sally learning to fly and it'd still be a fiction worth reading. Because you put your heart into it." There was a pause before Jim cleared his throat, shrugging, "Or, at least your time I mean. Put your time into it."

"So, you're not-" You hesitated, unsure of how to finish their sentence. Jim looked confused before withdrawing his hands, taking a step closer to you, crowding your space in a mirror to this morning.

"I don't think any less of you if that's your question. I'm not mad, I'm not going to make fun of you," Jim huffs a laugh, shrugging, "Honestly I'd love to read it. All of it, from the beginning."

You were shocked, breathing in deeply. Then you laughed, and couldn't stop laughing as Jim watched you, holding your elbow to keep you from falling over. You were surprised, having not expected this, and didn't exactly know what to do next.

"Alright, Halpert. I'll take you up on that- I guess."

[sunny-reis]

같이 꿈을 꾸고 싶어 - dream with you

pairing: huh yunjin x reader

synopsis: an *actually* short oneshot about escapism and yunjin

tags: gender-neutral reader but all of this is implied to be sapphic to some extent (girl in red mentions 🤯). i don't know interpret it as whatever. extremely descriptive paragraphs abt the setting and yunjin? gay as hell. reader lives and goes to college in massachusetts. don't ask why (i do not know. have fun going to mit i guess.)

word count: 932

author's note: YURRRRR i wrote this half-asleep and feeling sapphic as FUCKKKKK enjoy

“massachusetts is such a stupid place to go to college.”

you raise a curious eyebrow at the comically focused yunjin splayed across your far-too-small dorm bed, flipping mindlessly through one of the many books you possess with scrunched eyebrows and a strawberry lollipop in hand. the small speaker perched atop the bedframe plays your “chill” playlist on shuffle at a relatively loud volume as your roommate isn't present, the strumming of an acoustic guitar and her unabashed humming filling the room amid the quiet. it’s a comfortable silence, nothing but the occasional flip of a page from yunjin, the scribbling (and rub of an eraser) from you, the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the window adjacent to your bed, and girl in red.

“and why is that?” you ask. all she gives you is a shrug.

“the drive to see you is stupidly long, and honestly? boston isn't even that interesting of a city to be worth it.”

“not even to see me?”

“yeah, no,” she elbows you with a small giggle, “definitely not.”

you roll your eyes, shaking your head and looking back at your notebook. the colorful pastel stationery strewn all over your table does nothing to give the illusion of a put-together student; you sigh, folding your arms and laying your head down. there's no use focusing on work when you're so distracted. by what, you can't pinpoint, but it must have something to do with the way yunjin’s humming is all you can hear and the way her hair falls over her shoulder barely covered by the flannel she has on. it definitely isn't the way marks on her nose stand out despite the bright makeup on her face, or the way her glasses sit too perfectly on the bump or her nose, or the way her cheeks flush a rosy pink when she looks up to see you lost in her eyes.

her presence slips into every crack and crevice in your heart.

“‘whatcha looking at?” she asks. you blink, devoid of any thought for a short while until she waves a puzzled hand in front of your eyes, snapping you out of your trance.

“hello? earth to [y/n], you there?” you nod, sitting up to match the yunjin now resting her head on her arms on your desk. she stares up at you, eyes starry and wide; many say they're the windows of the soul, but right now, you're unable to tell a thing. it's terrifying – you swallow the thought that she may be weirded out by your not-so-subtle starstruck, longing gazes.

yunjin stands up after a moment of silence, stretching her arms and suppressing a yawn. you check the analog clock on the wall that reads 6:43.

“we should go get dinner, i’m so hungry i can't focus.” you say, clearing your throat. she gives you a small smile.

“i was just about to say that! i’m starving.”

“i’ll drive.” yunjin nods. you don't need words to say you’re going to your special place, a small cafe a 15-minute drive away from campus. neither of you are impartial to making the short walk in the rain, but it's always been a tradition of yours to drive and listen to the same music on the same route.

the rain stops by the time the two of you get your food (a cup of tomato soup and crackers for you, and a turkey-ham sandwich with extra cheese for yunjin – it's always been the same. of course, the two of you always end up getting snacks from the food hall anyways, but there's sentiment to the consistency). unlike before, though, you decide to eat at the park; and so here you are, rocking on the uncomfortably small rubber swings and conversing peacefully amid the handful of children messing around on the playground. it's filling, how content yunjin looks – your crackers are left untouched as you catch yourself staring at her again, unable to break free of the captivating siren’s song of her humming and serenity.

“penny for your thoughts?” she asks abruptly, clearly having caught onto the cacophany in your head. you hate it when she does that.

“not much, i guess.” you shrug.

“oh come on, don't give me that,” she raises an eyebrow, “i’ve known you for years, you can't hide from me.”

“i dunno, i guess i'm just … turbulent?” and there begins the monologue.

everything pours out. yunjin watches, face falling at the harsh words you use to demonize yourself for feeling the way you do; falling in love isn't a crime, no matter whether your feelings are reciprocated or not. she holds back the urge to laugh at the way you neglect to think about her feelings. there are so many fleeting gazes and sleepless, longing-filled nights you haven't seen – she feels the exact same as you.

after your spiel and a number of apologies, yunjin clasps your hands in hers. your eyes widen, looking down as if avoiding her gaze will soften the blow.

“stop tearing yourself down for being human, [y/n]. i promise you, even if i didn't feel the same, it wouldn't be worth punishing yourself for being in love!” she cries, grasping your now-shaking hands tighter. she continues, wiping the occasional tear that falls from your eyes with a soft touch. she's never appeared to be an angel, a heavenly being, more than she does now.

words aren't needed to express how giddy you are when she spells out her feelings for you, topping it all off with a small kiss on the nose.

[siren-in-the-shadow]

Hello! One of your newer fans (yes, FAN) and... I am curious... This is just a question and you don't have to write something specific for it... How do you think Cazador would act towards an s/o (whom he fell in love with, probably not by choice but the heart is fickle) with like... A very very sweet and kind person. Like... basically the mom-friend type. Not nagging, but also the sort who would quietly just kinda tend to his comfort? Someone who will always talk to him with absolute respect and kindness without needing to be prompted, because they are just... like that™. Someone who is basically very much an acts of service kinda person. The castle is chilly? Suddenly he has a blanket on his shoulders as he's sitting at his desk, doing important stuff™. One of his favourite jackets somehow ended up unravelling at the sleeves? He finds it the next day, fixed. Had a horrible day and he is in a sour mood? He gets a gentle hug, no words needing to be spoken just... quietude and emotional safety.

Hiii !

Aren’t you just the sweetest little thing?💕

First of all, thank you so much for your kind words—it truly means a lot to me that you’d call yourself a fan 🥹 

I’m so grateful for your support, and it makes me so happy to know my writing has resonated with you 🥰

I think Cazador being with someone kind and nurturing would be fascinating. At first, he’d likely be skeptical or even unnerved by their kindness since it’s so unlike what he’s used to! But over time, I imagine he’d reluctantly come to cherish their acts of service, even if he struggled to show it….you know one day he’d end up adoring it slyly

Its always easier for me to write when someone wants something specific, my original stories are taking time because I have so many thoughts on the plot…amongst other things lol 

I've written you a little moment ! Enjoy :) 

Cazador X Sweet Reader !

The castle was silent, save for the faint scratching of Cazador’s quill against parchment. He sat at his desk in his dimly lit study, the only illumination coming from a few flickering candelabras on the table. 

The night outside was cold, the frost on the windows thick enough to distort the view of the darkened city below. Despite the fire crackling in the hearth behind him, there was a distinct chill in the room—one he stubbornly ignored. 

The door creaked open softly, and he didn’t bother looking up- knowing exactly who it would be. 

"I thought I made it clear I didn’t want to be disturbed," he said, his voice sharp, yet unconsciously quieter than how he'd speak to anyone else.

"I know," her voice answered, warm and soft as honey.

He paused, the tip of his quill hovering above the parchment. He didn’t turn, though his posture stiffened slightly as she approached. He heard the soft rustle of fabric and the faintest of footsteps, and then—without a word—a thick, velvety blanket was draped across his shoulders.

His first instinct was to shrug it off, to lash out at the presumptuous act, but her fingers lingered lightly on the edge of the fabric, grounding him. He waited to see if there was more she was there for.

"You’ve been working for hours," she said gently while brushing a strand of his hair softly. "It’s cold tonight."

The warmth of the blanket was almost immediate, but the touch of her kindness burned brighter. Another unsettling thought he knew he’d one day have to acknowledge. He closed his eyes for a fraction of a second, gripping the quill tighter to steady himself.

"I didn’t ask for this," he muttered, the edge in his tone softer than he intended.

"I know," she replied, with no trace of offense or hesitation. "But you deserve it anyway." She softly rubbed his arm before her hands slipped away, leaving only the weight of the blanket and her words behind. 

He finally turned his head slightly, catching a glimpse of her retreating figure as she headed toward the door.

She paused there, glancing back at him with a gentle smile. "Goodnight, Cazador."

For a long moment, he stared at the door after it closed, the quiet of the study feeling heavier now.

His fingers brushed the edge of the blanket, where her soft hand once was. It wasn’t just the warmth he noticed—it was the faint, calming scent of vanilla woven into the fabric, a detail he knew she must have added just for him.

He let out a slow breath and turned back to his work. The words before him blurred, the image of her smile lingering in his mind like an echo he couldn’t shake. Frustrated, he slammed the quill down, the sound sharp in the quiet room. His hands clenched into fists, the tension in his fingers a reflection of the turmoil inside him. 

Though he didn’t say it aloud—he didn’t dare—he couldn’t deny the truth of it: for the first time in what felt like an eternity, the cold didn’t feel so suffocating. 

“Damn her,” he muttered, his voice low and venomous, though it faltered at the edges. “Damn her for this... for me.”

Yet even as the words left his lips, his fingers strayed to the edge of the blanket, tracing its soft fabric. The gesture betrayed him—lingering, hesitant, as if seeking comfort he could not name.

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siren xo

[ornii]

My Better bitter Half, Part 7

The Twins continue though the forest, their conversation mostly due to (Y/n), was slightly more contentious.

“Hm.. Enid told me that a boy was helping you escape.”

“Yes.”

“So you don’t deny it? I’m glad you’re growing to trust me.”

“No, I simply couldn’t care less to lie to you at this point, I plan on staying.” She says.

“Good, this boy, a Normie?”

“Was it obvious?”

“Yes, any guy in Nevermore knows not to help you escape.”

“Because?”

“They’d have to answer to me of course.” He says with a smile, (Y/n) and Wednesday were Twins at birth and still share some similarities in hair color, bone structure and their prominent black eyes. But their personalities began to overtake as they became older and found their own identities. While Wednesday was antisocial, blunt and cold, (Y/n) was extrovert, more soft spoken and warming. He kept his smile, but deep down he kept the same absolutely horrifying side of himself buried, unlike his sister who allows herself to be feared.

“Hey, do you Remember our Tenth Birthday?” He says.

“I remember you crying after I locked you in the dungeon with the clown.” She says.

“Yeah, that one. Looking back on it, it was pretty entertaining in hindsight, I have an absolute hatred for clowns now, but I suppose that can’t be helped now. You remember the 11th?” He says smirking.

“Yes, when you splattered me with pink food dye all over my clothes… I was in intensive care for a week.” Wednesday says, I’ll admit it was a devious plot of revenge.” Wednesday said.

“It was.” He says softly, “When I went to Nevermore two years ago, I contacted mother and father frequently.. I always asked about you, but mother and father always said you were busy.. I never wanted to bother you.” (Y/n) says, and Wednesdays focus was more on him.

“I suppose even twins grow and separate.” He says somberly, Wednesdays eyes were a bit, somber before responding.

“(Y/n) I—“ Wednesday begins but (Y/n) stops her, kneeling down. They see a pair of shattered glasses. “These are Rowan's.” (Y/n) says.

“I knew it was a cover-up.” Wednesday reached and grabbed the glasses, suddenly her body was stiff like a board and she fell back. (Y/n) quickly swept her up by her feet.

“Wednesday? Wednesday?!” He yells, holding his sister as her vision began, it was Rowan and Xavier, arguing,

“What are you talking about?”

“So much of my... my new desk, you psychopath!”

Wednesday awakens from her vision to her dorm room. (Y/n) awaiting next to her.

“Feeling better?” He asks. She sits up, looking around for Enid.

“Enids away, i was able to haul you around unbothered thankfully, what did you see?” He asks.

“Xavier and Rowan, they fought, and a.. book.” Wednesday says.

“A.. Book?” He asks, eventually the two make their way to the library, searching for said book.

“I keep seeing that same purple book.” She says, (Y/n) shows her a Royal purple book cover.

“The cover was darker. More like a day-old contusion. Keep looking.” She says, (Y/n) tosses the book and keeps searching, eventually being interrupted by Wednesdays Den Mother, Thornhill.

“I don't usually find students in here looking for actual books. Most sneak in to make out.” She says to the twins, who rightfully look at her with suspicion.

“…What?” (Y/n) said.

“N-no that’s not what I meant! It was fairly Common thing back then, If a king can break society’s most basic rules, he stands above everyone else. Plus, a truly lofty king has no peer other than his sister, since only she shares his exalted birth. A noblewoman couldn’t stand beside him as his queen and near equal, and neither could a princess from a lesser dynasty. So the propaganda of mighty kingship sometimes demands..” Thornhill says, slowly trailing off as the twins just stare at her.

“… so..Is there something I can help you find?” She says changing the subject. Wednesday shows Thornhill the page.

“Have you seen this before? It's a watermark from a book I'm looking for.”

“I think it's the symbol to an old student society. Um...The Nightshades.”

“Like the deadly flower. Color me intrigued.”

“I was told they disbanded years ago.” Thornhill says.

“Any idea why?” (Y/n) asks.

“Sorry, but no. I was very impressed with your answers in class today.”

“My mother is a carnivorous plant aficionado.

I assume I get my red thumb from her.”

“I get my knowledge of the undead arts from mother, it seems we both know something.” He said, and Thornhill smiles.

“You two really are so unique, you know, they say twins often are the dualistic worldview of each other, or even their shadow. While that’s the case, it’s also important for the twins to be idk their own people, and with how different you two are, you’ve developed into your own way.” Thornhill says before leaving, the twins shrug it off and head back to the dorm.

“The book wasn’t there.”

“Obviously Wednesday… in your vision you saw Rowan and Xavier arguing, we can deduce where the book is, the Men’s dorm.”

“And how do you suppose we get the book?”

“That, well we need to get into Xavier’s dorm first and search for it.” (Y/n) says, pondering.

“I’ll go.” Wednesday says.

“What? If they find you in the boys dorm—“

“They won’t, and I’m going to need someone to be the outside look out, and I suppose there’s no one else to trust besides you.”

“…I suppose that’s fair, fine, but if you see discovered I will disown you.”

“I’d.. expect nothing less.” She responds, “Xavier’s should be out on his jog. Let’s begin.” He says, the duo reach the room of Xavier and enter, he lets Wednesday in.

“Be careful.” He says, and she departs inside, he leans against the wall outside as Wednesdays begins her investigation. His eyes focus and dart around to see anything, it was silent for a moment until his ears perk up and he hears footsteps approaching. His head twisted to see Bianca approach. He plays it off and lightly taps the door twice. Signaling for his sister, he cuts her off to buy her as much time.

“You’re Not Supposed to be here.” (Y/n) says.

“I just need to talk to Xavier.” Bianca says.

“Hm, about what?”

“Obviously your sister..”

“..” (y/n) silently sighed and shrugged.

“ seems your sister caught his eye.” Bianca says.

“Well he should get it back before I gouge it out.” He responds with a smile, Bianca does as well.

“Seem we’re on the safe wavelength, good.” Bianca said, and enters the room, (Y/n) can only wait, a few minutes pass and Bianca leaves, but not before giving a small wink to (Y/n), a minute passes and Wednesday exits.

“Found it?” He asks, and Wednesday shows him not a book but, a Mask.

“Huh… let’s compare notes.” He says and Wednesday walks off. “Correct.” Wednesday said, the twins return back to her dorm to Enid, weeping like a kicked puppy. Her eyes were puffy and tears were forming and she quickly spits the two.

“Where have you been? I'm literally having a heart attack right now.” Enid says, (Y/n) walks over and tries to comfort her by patting her on the shoulder, Enid hugs him tightly, wrapping her arms around him as she sniffles. (Y/n) was caught off guard, his hands shake once more, and (Y/n), like most pet owners, just pats her head, gently stroking her blonde hair, as Wednesday watches on, an odd emotion glowing from her, Jealousy?

“Yoko's in the infirmary!” Enid says.

“What? What happened?” (Y/n) asks.

“Garlic bread incident at dinner. She had a major allergic reaction. She's out of the Poe Cup. I don't have a co-pilot.” Enids anger tightens her grip.

“Okay Enid, I’m all for expressing yourself but I’d rather you not snap my spinal chord.” He says and she lets go, wiping tears.

“I’m sorry..” she says sadly.

“It wasn't an accident. Bianca's behind it.” Wednesday, boldly walks in between them to split them up.

“..How do you know?” Enid asks, “Yeah how do you know that?” (Y/n) asks as well.

“Doesn't matter. We are going to take her down tomorrow.”

“Wait. You're joining the Black Cats? You're willing to do that? For me?” Enid says, (Y/n) gets behind Enid and nods, trying to convince Wednesday to nod.

“I want to humiliate Bianca so badly that the bitter taste of defeat burns in her throat.” Wednesday said.

“…Yeah, but mostly you're doing it because we're friends, right?” Enid says and (Y/n) nods harder but his Sister ignores her.

“Tell me how she keeps winning.” Wednesday said.

“It's a real brain cramp.” Enid begins, “The past two years, no other boat has made it across and back without sinking.”

“It’s not.” (y/n) said, “There are no rules in the Poe Cup, and she is a siren, making her invincible in the water, so that’s how she keeps wining.” (Y/n) says.

“Then we just need to beat her at her own game… (Y/n).” Wednesday says to (Y/n), who smirks.

“Of course, this might actually be fun.”

[loonsmoons]

The Marauders and how they’d react to/feel about spiders, because I had a meltdown when I found one in my room this morning :)

James: Freaks out. Screams for someone to get rid of it, but insists on not killing it (it is a living organism after all). “NO, PUT IT OUTSIDE, JUST PUT IT OUTSIDE! FURTHER AWAY, ARE YOU KIDDING ME? IT WILL CRAWL RIGHT BACK IN!”

Sirius: Freaks out as well. But it gets UGLY. You know that meme of that crying woman pointing at the white cat? That’s him pointing at the spider. He also does not care if it’s a living organism, he wants to see it DEAD. “I don’t CARE if it’s more scared of me then I am of it, KILL. IT.”

Remus: Doesn’t care about them, never has. He’s kind enough to take them outside for James and Sirius with that glass and paper trick, but not before pretending to accidentally have dropped/lost it on one of their beds. Because he IS an asshole.

Peter: Used to find them scary, but from the first time on when he came into the dorm and found James and Sirius standing on their beds/desks screaming, he became the knight in shining armour and took it out (not outside, OUT). (He became a little terrified again though the first time he saw one as a rat: “This shit’s GIGANTIC!” But then again, he thought of everything as gigantic … “And- and then Remus … Jeez, he looked like a fucking giant! And Sirius- … Well you were there too, ig”)

Lily: Very much not scared. Thinks they’re fascinating actually. If she finds one outside, crawling over her picnic blanket or smth, she’ll let it crawl over her hand and curiously watch it.

Mary: Will watch it with Lily, joking about being jealous of its long legs. And then she’ll insist on letting it crawl onto her hand as well, but as soon as it does, she’s all “Nonono, take it off. TAKE IT OFF”

Marlene: Very similar to Sirius, perhaps less tears and more aggressive screaming. “KILL IT, FUCKING. KILL. IT.”

Dorcas: Just … Does not care. She’ll find one in her room and goes “Okay cool, you live here now as well, ig” Occasionally she will talk to it like: “Jeez Timmy, you better know how lucky you are … Imagine just not having to write Transfiguration essays …” (Wait, you don’t, do you? Or are you an animagus? You better not be …”)

Pandora: Loves them. Even has a pet spider she’ll force everyone to cuddle with. She’ll occasionally lose it too, and everytime some brave soul brings it back to her, she’s like an old lady with her cat: “Tsk tsk tsk Garry, where have you been again, huh?” Just leaving, not even thanking the person that brought Garry back. So they stand there, awkwardly, as Pandora moves away like: “Always exploring the neighbourhood, aren’t you, lil guy?”

Regulus: Doesn’t really mind them either. Very similar to Dorcas, but he’s a bit more fascinated by them, like Lily. He will look through several books to find out what kind it is, and just … sit there and watch it, or draw it in his sketchbook

Barty: Says he’s all chill around them, until Evan next to him clears his throat and he’s reminded of last week, when he was screaming and crying and running from a leave that fell into his lap, which to him looked like a spider

Evan: Maniac. Will carry them out with his BARE HANDS. Just grabbing it off the wall. And unlike Remus he won’t just pretend to drop it, but actually drop it onto Barty’s bed. (He regrets that every time though, because for an entire week after, Barty insists on sleeping in the common room, even if the spider’s long gone by then). If he finds Pandora’s spider he’ll keep it for another day or two, playing and cuddling with it “What? I’d do the same if it were a cute lil kitten” “Well you see, it’s NOT a cute lil kitten … IT’S A MONSTER FROM HELL!”

[fancyfeathers]

you talk about how speechless william's darling is all the time, but what would happen if she actually snaps one day? like, actually not backing down and having a voice? also i love moran's darling

(Combining these two asks because I got an idea for it @istgtumlrifyoudothisonemoretime )

The Games We Play of Dust and Ash (Yandere Moriarty the Patriot Masterlist)

I imagine it would happen after her second meeting with Sherlock’s darling, an intelligent and self made woman who doesn’t feel intimidated by others around her. Honestly for a while she lays in bed wondering what the hell was wrong with her, she has let people walk all over her for her entire life, she felt pathetic.

Then eventually Moran’s darling came around and she was something else as well and of course it turned out she was a friend, an information broker, to Sherlock’s darling, the reporter. She was never scared of her situation, hell she even clawed at Sebastian one time, almost got his eye to.

Meanwhile she is scared to ask William is she can sit in the garden.

Then eventually she gets a letter from Sherlock’s darling, asking her if she would like to meet her at a park in a few days. Luckily she was the first to read it because it was hidden in the stack of other mail for the brothers and residents of the estate. She hid the letter between the mattress and the bed frame just in case and for the entire day she is just trying to build up the confidence to ask William when he gets home.

And then after dinner when William is working in his study, she comes in and…

“W-William, I was w-wondering if I could go out to the park later this week to meet with a friend of mine?”

“A friend? Which one?”

Though unintentional, that felt like a slight stab since she had no friends who were still alive anyway, and the thing is William didn’t even kill them.

“Um… the reporter-“

“Absolutely not, now if there is anything else you need-“

“Why not?”

The silence that filled the room after she asked that was louder than anything, she had never questioned William like that before, normally taking no for an answer.

“You should get ready for bed it’s-“

“Would you stop talking to me like I am a child and just tell me why?”

God she never realized how much she hated that look in her eyes, the way they would narrow at her whenever she said something he did not like, like he always knew better than her.

“Dear we can have this conversation in the morning, you are tired and need sleep and I have work to finish-“

“Would you shut just up and answer the question?!”

She yelled at him…

She just yelled at William.

William would never hurt her, he is able to regulate his temper unlike Albert and Louis on occasion, god she remembers the crying from Albert’s darling when he accidentally broke her wrist.

She watched as William stood up from his desk and walked over to her, towering over her as he ever so gently took her hands in his own and he lifted them up to his lips, kissing her hands where they met in his hold.

“Everything I do is for you, and she is trying to stop my goal. I am attempting to create a better world so you will not have to go back to the one you lived in the one where you were turned away by everyone-“

“William.”

“Your mother-“

“Liam.”

“Your friends-”

“Please.”

“I will never abandon you like they have. I was there when your friend died, I held you when you cried, when you had nightmares about what happened and woke up screaming and crying in the night I was the one who was there. I was there because I love and adore you more than anyone else in this god forsaken world and I am not going to let anyone change that… oh dearest, you are crying, come here.”

She felt him embrace her as she just realizes she was behind to cry, a sob ripping from her throat as he holds her.

“…I am sorry, Liam.”

“I know, dear.”

William never has to worry about her falling too far out of line because he knows the exact thing to bring her back to her senses.

She needs him, he has always been there…

Besides she does not have the heart that the others have to truly push back against him…

But Moran’s darling was growing to be some what of a bad influence on her, Louis’ darling as well…

Maybe he should speak to them about that.

[yandere-fics]

♡ How They Act When Their Darling Is A Yandere Too ♡

♡ The Kingdom Version ♡

(Nora is excluded because while I love her, she's such an idiot and would not notice a thing, yup pictures of her everywhere, well she'll do that too, great idea. You're stealing her clothing and sniffing it? What a great idea, you two should trade. She's just so stupid. Forgive me, my spit kink made it into Runa's. The boss is also excluded because I just had way too many ideas for how this could go and couldn't pick one.)

♡ She's so delusional that she really won't notice you're not acting normal around her. Like of course you love her so intensely, you two are destined to be, she's very happy you're expressing your full feelings to her and doesn't realize you're far more obsessed than a normal soulmate would be. ♡

♡ It takes her maybe a year to even notice, when she came over she always listened to you when you told her not to go in your hobby room since you had all your projects arranged very specifically. She understood you wanted to keep in messy since that made sense to you, but well, you got sick one day and she felt bad that you were stuck in bed all day with nothing to do so she wanted to see if she could find anything easy to bring to you in bed, only to walk into a disgusting mess dedicated to her. Filled to the brim with photos, a monitor showing every angle in her apartment, things that went missing one day, and some of her... well undergarments. ♡

♡ Yeah she quickly closed that door as her delusional brain tried to figure out how to rationalize this. Hmm you must need this because you miss her too much. She's been a bad mate by not asking you to move in already, you must be going a bit crazy waiting for you two to live together. Such a cute way to express your longing for her. Maybe if she kidnapped you then you'd finally be satisfied. Well she never thought of herself as the kidnapping type unlike the others in the city but she should be willing to make this sacrifice for her mate. ♡

♡ Oh she knows, she knows and is thriving. She'd be stupid not to notice with how you practically throw yourself in her arms when you greet her every morning, something you wouldn't do with other company members. How you look like you want to pull out that adorable pocket knife you carry anytime anyone approaches her desk. She especially loves how you sulk when she's in meetings(She has a camera on your desk secretly since you're just so willing to let her get close enough to place such things.) Now she just has to figure out the best way to approach you, should she be patient since she knows her mate loves her or should she let her full self out cause you'll love her anyway? All her previous plans are thrown for a loop and she wouldn't have it any other way. ♡

♡ Everything is thrown out of whack and to be honest at this point she can't wait long enough to strategize, she has to get you now, everything else is just freewheeling it. You get to her first however, sitting on her lap all pretty, obviously with a plan to seduce your supervisor and possibly blackmail them into a relationship. Well you got it. Don't be surprise if she rails you till the next morning though, she couldn't resist such a cute temptation. ♡

♡ If it was possible for her to get you pregnant from a strap then you would be the next morning. You get up from the bed the next morning, another part of your master plan to make her crave you but there's very heavy locks on the door with a note telling you that she would be home in a few hours and to make yourself comfortable in her apartment. There was no way you'd be leaving any time soon after all, she's turned in your resignation herself. Afterall you still need a punishment for your little stunt. ♡

♡ Oh you two are a menace together. People cross the street when they see you two because it's so nasty to look at. You were her coffee barista and were enchanted by her. She was such an anxious thing, you must protect her. Except you assumed she was anxious in the cute stuttery way and she's actually in the "I'm holding back the urge to kill, I hope no one knows" way. ♡

♡ You have a slow descent into being a yandere, at first you're just protecting the cute girl who comes into your coffeeshop but one day she comes in with teary eyes asking you to date her. When you saw her such a mess for you, it awakened something in you and you wanted to test her limits, to see what she would do for you. Lowkey you wanted to spit in her mouth. ♡

♡ You really weren't aware that she was not the cute kind of anxious, but you quickly learned your lesson when some guy invaded your personal space on the street and your poor sweet pet who was shaking like a leaf suddenly blew up and kicked him to death, screaming about how he ruined everything. She looked so devastated when she realized she had just broken her facade in front of you, only for you to coo at her for doing a good job while sticking your thumb in her mouth so she could only nod dumbly. ♡

[pikachu78109]

More Modern!TCODC Headcanons because I’m bored :p

((I don’t have a list for each character; it’s all kind of random. Let me know if y’all are interested in some modern day AU Caligari Ask Blog if you wanna see these dudes in a modern interpretation))

Jane, Francis, and Alan get together for a Friday movie night and is always held at Francis and Alan’s apartment. Francis goes out and gets snacks while Alan cozies up the living room. These three tend to bicker about what genre to watch (Francis like both action and horror, Alan is a romcom fella, and Jane adores historical dramas). They end up playing rock-paper-scissors to decide. Francis tends to hog the popcorn bowl whereas Alan and Jane tend to nitpick on the film’s writing (they both have the writer’s eye), much to Francis’ annoyance.

Jane lives in the dormitory at the college she attends. Occupies it herself and it’s decked out with various posters from plays, musicals, and other theatrical productions. Has quite the plushie collection and keeps most of her manga/novels/writing journals on her desk or crammed into her college shelves.

Jane is not that organized but she can easily find things without trouble.

Francis and Alan live off campus and commute to classes.

Cesare doesn’t attend college due to his condition and because his guardians, Caligari and that other young doctor from the film, has him do stuff such as community work or exercises to improve his health (mental and physical).

Caligari has his own reasons for parading Cesare around, usually to fuel his notoriety and ego as a doctor. Gets jealous very easily and commands Cesare to either sabotage or “take out” his competition.

The other doctor, whom I’m gonna call Mathias, cares about Cesare’s health and worries a good deal about him. Wants him to interact with people and encourages Cesare to make friends, such as Jane. Caligari HEAVILY disapproves of this.

Mathias tends to let Cesare have a bit more freedom and allows him to go out and do things on his own, y’know, building up independence while Caligari isn’t present.

Jane and Cesare are pretty good friends, though people often mistake them as a couple. Both of them shut that down immediately.

I imagine Cesare’s demeanor that of Cinnamoroll from Hello Kitty when around Jane: sweet, shy, helpful, and overall kind. Jane is a blend of My Melody and Pompompurin.

Francis and Cesare do not get along. Francis thinks Cesare is a love rival and Cesare keeps getting annoyed by this. Their common greeting is a middle finger. Alan gets on fine with Cesare, though is admittedly intimidated by him.

Whenever Caligari and Mathias aren’t around in the evenings, Cesare sneaks out and wanders around the neighborhood in the dark, wearing his headphones and listens to music. He might not own a phone, but he has a CD player and owns a couple of CD’s that Jane has given to him with songs she picked out for him to listen to. Cesare likes to go to the park and sit on the swings and just…zone out.

Dr. Olsen and Caligari do not get along. They don’t tend to see things eye to eye and have had hour long debates which resulted in a few fists being swung.

Alan may be soft spoken, but the boy can SPIT. Try him at slam poetry and you’ll be surprised.

Adding on to being soft-spoken, Alan has a Podcast where he narrates bedtime stories and conspiracy theories about nonsense in a calming delivery. Has a good following.

Francis gets up at ungodly hours and goes on runs. He sometimes bumps into Cesare and these two will just stare at each other like two alley cats.

Cesare has a sensitive stomach, so he can’t eat anything high sugar, anything caffeinated, contain high amounts of sodium, etc. He’s kept on a nutrition plan that Caligari constructed himself.

Gonna say it: Caligari is an almond parent.

Cesare has gotten a couple of admirers, though he’s oblivious to it.

To be honest, Cesare is scared of romance altogether. Like, out of all the people in this universe, why him?

Unlike Francis and Alan, Jane doesn’t have a job. Where Francis works part-time in retail and Alan at a café, Jane does editing work on commission. Her parents send her money once a month to help with tuition, but Jane wants to earn money by utilizing her writing skills in her little freelance business.

Cesare usually lingers at the local psych ward with other patients. He’s typically with Marlene (the woman who was “playing” the piano) and Claudia (woman with the doll) as they are the calmest patients there. Cesare doesn’t stay at the ward; he goes home with either Caligari or Mathias (usually with Caligari, poor guy).

On rare occasions, Francis, Alan, Jane, and Cesare meet up and do stuff as a group whether it’s hanging out at the park, or at a nearby café, or just casually walking around.

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Should've Been Born Later, Nix - Chapter 3: The Twins

Easy Company x Fem!OCs

Chap. Synopsis: What will happen when Easy Company finally starts getting settled in 2023?

Words: 3,440

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Author's Note: (Link to picrew in collage) Hey everyone!! I just wanted to say that part of this chapter mentions irl Easy Company and I wanted to emphasize that this work means absolutely NO disrespect to the real veterans - this work of fiction is based solely on the characters in the TV Series 💖

“Well, how do y’all like 2023 so far?” Zay asked over her shoulder, the three arriving at a pair of elevators.

“It’s certainly… something,” Joe replied hesitantly, causing Zay to let out a quiet giggle. The trio made their way back to the emergency room, Zay leading them back to the beds. The nurse stopped at another desk similar to the one Liebgott and Speirs saw before, asking which bed Malarkey was in. After the short conversation, Zay led Liebgott and Speirs through the maze of hospital beds and patients before finally arriving at the rest of Easy Company. They saw Malarkey laying in his bed, the top half of the bed raised so the soldier was sitting up. The rest of the boys were spread around his bed, some in chairs, others standing and leaning against the wall. Zay could barely contain her shock and excitement - ten people from the show that she has seen way too many times, honestly she could probably quote each episode word for word, were right before her. Surveying the men, Zay smiled and put her hands on her hips.

“So this is Easy Company,” she mused before all of the boys who were sitting compulsively shot to their feet, quickly reminding Zay of the strict etiquette rules of their time. She let out a laugh before she said, “Oh sit please! No need to stand on ceremony!” What Zay did not know was that the men were utterly enamoured - they did not know what to make of the nurse. She was unlike anyone any of them had ever met; she was bright, bubbly, outgoing, but exuded an air of openness and authenticity, something that made the boys feel safe and at home, even in such an alien place. One by one, the boys who were sitting slowly sat back down.

Suddenly snapping back into his leadership role, Dick stepped forward and outstretched his hand. “Ma’am, I’m Richard Winters, thank you for meeting with us,” he said politely, trying desperately to hide his nerves. Dick felt something he had never felt before - simultaneously, he felt safe and comfortable, but incredibly nervous, as if he was going to say something wrong. Zay smiled and shook Dick’s hand with a gentle but decisive grip - he could have sworn there was a spark.

“Azalea Bennett! You can call me Zay though,” she introduced herself to the captain. “And I think I know everyone here…” Zay took a survey around the small area sectioned off by rolling curtain dividers. “Looks like we have Lewis Nixon, George Luz, Bill Guarnere, Joe Toye, Bull Randleman, Doc Roe, an injured Don Malarkey,” she pointed to each man as she named him before turning to look beside her. “Joe Liebgott, Ron Speirs,” Zay finally turned to the quiet leader before her, “and captain Dick Winters.” There were mixed reactions from the boys. Most of the company were impressed and amused by the nurse’s memory, while Guarnere and Toye kept their guard up.

“How the fuck do you know our names?” Guarnere asked defensively.

“Don’t swear around the lady Gonorrhea!” Toye scolded as he smacked the man’s arm.

Zay let out another laugh before Guarnere could retaliate at his friend. “Okay, first, I don’t give a fuck if you swear around me,” Zay commented. The twenty eyebrows in the room shot to the ceiling when they heard the lady swear so casually - maybe they might like 2023. “And to answer your question… I’m not really sure how to tell y’all this,” she buried her hands in her shirt pockets, looking at the ground. “So… um…” Zay tried to find her words, the eight soldiers waiting anxiously. “There’s this TV show, called Band of Brothers, that follows the soldiers of Easy Company and all of their missions and challenges as they fight the Germans in Europe.” Zay meekly looked up to survey the boys, trying to gauge their reactions. Some looked at her with their jaws on the floor, unable to believe her words. Others were staring into space, attempting to process the revelation. Speirs and Liebgott were surveying the reactions with Zay, while Malarkey spoke up.

“So, here, we’re all just characters in a TV show?” There was a certain quality to Don’s voice - it almost sounded like disappointment. Back home, or at least in Europe, they were fighting the war to end all wars. Here, they were just some characters on television.

“Well, not exactly,” Zay explained, “your characters are all based on real people that really fought in Europe, y’all are portraying them in the show, telling their stories.”

“So if we looked for them, we could find people with our names?” George asked from beside the hospital bed.

“Well��� you’d have to look in cemeteries,” Zay replied solemnly, “the war was eighty years ago, I don’t think anyone from Easy Company is still alive.” Heads nodded in understanding to Zay’s statement. “Do y’all know how you got here? Or how to get back?” Zay asked the men, scanning their faces with her ultramarine eyes. Her eyes may have been framed by her glasses, but they never obscured the authenticity that shone from her expressions.

“Hate to say it, but no, we have no idea how any of this happened,” Nixon spoke up from his spot leaning on the wall.

“So what exactly happened?” Zay replied, stepping a bit closer to the group. The men looked around at each other… who was going to tell her what happened? Would she believe them? Would this be the breaking point?

Eugene spoke up after a beat of silence, “Well, we were in Bastogne, and we started taking hits, so of course I dove into a foxhole. Except, I never hit the bottom…” the medic looked down at his hands, as if this was painful to remember. “It was probably only a few seconds, but honestly, it felt like I was falling for ages, and everything was pitch black,” he mumbled the last part under his breath, “it was terrifying.” Roe took a deep breath and shook his head, shaking away the painful memories. “Next thing I knew, I was landing on the concrete, and all these boys were falling from the sky.” Roe pointed around the room with a small smile on his face, earning a sparse chuckle from the room.

“I saw him fall in and not come out, so I jumped in to try and see what happened, then the same thing happened to me,” Liebgott spoke up from behind Zay. “Then that one landed on top of me,” he pointed at Bull with a smirk. “Don’t know how I didn’t bite it.” The group laughed as Bull shot Joe a wink.

“You’re welcome,” Randleman replied with a laugh.

“Toye and I went in after Bull,” Guarnere chimed in, “then I think Lieutenant Speirs tumbled in after us.” He looked over to Ron, who has been leaning on the wall next to Nixon.

“Yeah, a blast threw me backwards into the foxhole,” the officer explained.

“When I saw him go in I wanted to make sure he was okay, so of course I followed,” Nixon added.

“Of course I couldn’t let him go alone,” Winters interjected with a laugh, giving heart eyes to his best friend.

“When I saw the captain go in, the bombardments finally stopped, so Luz and I ran over to make sure he was okay, but of course that didn’t go as planned,” Malarkey shot a playful glare to Luz, who was sitting on the floor near the foot of his bed.

“I said I was sorry!” Luz held up his hands in surrender. The group let out another laugh - everyone could tell that they were starting to relax in the unfamiliar environment.

“You wouldn’t happen to know how we could get back to our own… time, do you?” Dick asked the nurse, looking at her with shyer eyes than he had intended.

“I have no idea, but I’d be happy to help you figure it out!” she said with a smile, the brightest smile any of the men had seen. “Do y’all have a place to stay?”

“Can’t say that we do,” Winters answered, glancing back at Nixon - the officer nodded his head, affirming Winters’ statement.

“If y’all want, you’re more than welcome to stay with me and my sister,” Zay offered bashfully, her eyes going to the floor. “My sister watches the show, so she’d know you guys too.” Everyone looked to captain Winters to see what his decision was. No one would admit it, but each of the men were hoping that their CO would agree to stay with the blue-haired girl.

Dick took a moment to think it over before he replied, “I’m not really sure if we have any other option.” He smiled and nodded his head at Zay, a silent acceptance of her offer for a roof over their heads and a safe place to sleep.

“Great! My sister’s actually on her way, I’ll talk to the doctor and see if we can get Malarkey discharged,” Zay replied happily, a bounce appearing in her step as she walked off to the desk in the middle of the room.

“I think I might like 2023,” Luz spoke up with a smirk.

“Hey! I saw her first!” Liebgott spoke up indignantly, sending a glare to Luz.

“Men, she is our host here and you will treat her with respect,” Winters scolded his men in a firm tone. Nixon and Speirs could not help but let out a scoff at Dick’s words, both of the officers quickly going to cover their mouths. “What?” Winters prodded, becoming slightly defensive at their antics.

“Dick, we all saw how you looked at her earlier,” Nixon responded in earnest. Before the captain could reply, their modern-times hostess returned to the group.

“Y’all are all set to go! My shift ends in a few minutes, so as soon as my sister gets here we’ll head out,” she explained happily, bubbly energy exuding from her.

“Thank you for helping us,” Eugene spoke up, a humble and thankful expression on his face, “I know you kind of know us, so to speak, but still, to take ten strangers into your home is one of the biggest acts of kindness I’ve seen.” Zay blushed a bright red and turned her gaze to the floor, unable to hide the smile spreading across her face.

“It’s nothing, really,” she replied shyly, “but that means a lot to hear from you.” Zay met Roe’s gaze for a moment before going back to the floor, her blush nearly matching her hair in regards to the saturation of the color. Before anyone could chastise Roe for his (what Roe would call unintentional) flirtations, everyone heard an odd sound come from Zay’s pocket. Only Zay knew that the sound was her cell phone’s ringtone, Somebody to Love by Queen, but all Easy Company heard was an unfamiliar song and the voice of an angel. The nurse pulled her phone out of her pocket and held it up to her ear. “Hey! Are you here?... Great! I’ll meet you by my car! See you in a sec!” Zay tapped the lit-up rectangle before putting it back in her pocket. “My sister Chrys just got here! Stay here, I’ll get my things and then we can head out.” She turned on her heel, her signature bounce appearing in her step. Liebgott waited for the nurse to be out of earshot before turning to the medic seated next to Malarkey.

“TaKiNg StRaNgErS iNtO yOuR hOmE-” Before Liebgott could finish his mockery of Roe, the medic spoke up to defend himself.

“Hey! I’m just trying to be nice!” Eugene rebutted, voice laced with his trademark Cajun accent. Liebgott, Luz, and Roe began to bicker over flirting with Zay, Guarnere and Toye leaning back and watching the show with amusement. Bull looked on at the three arguing as well, waiting to see how things would turn out. Before things got too out of hand, Zay returned, a multicolored backpack slung across her shoulder.

“Alright! Malarkey is free to go! Ready boys?” She asked, clearly trying to contain her excitement. All ten boys felt their hearts warm at the sight. Roe helped Malarkey out of the bed, the redhead starting to stand on his own. Zay led the men to the elevator, the eleven of them packing in like sardines. Zay wound up squished between the corner, Winters, and Luz. She pushed a button on the side with the label “Garage” beside it before she smiled shyly at the men, backing up against the wall as much as she could. Luz and Winters tried to give the girl as much space as they could, but of course, said space was quite limited. While Winters kept his gaze firmly affixed on his feet, as if he would lose them if he looked away, George snuck a glance at Zay, returning her shy smile as he noticed the blush on her cheeks. As soon as her eyes met his, Zay immediately shifted her gaze to the floor, now staring at her shoes just as intently as Winters. Luz had to bite his lip to keep his smile from growing wider. All too quickly the elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal the gray concrete of the hospital's parking garage. The boys filed out quickly, waiting for Zay to lead them to her car.

To anyone else, the group would look like little lost ducklings following their colorful mother duck. A mixture of emotions swam around the group - some were relieved that they found someone who not only knew this time period, but also knew them and liked them. Others were still coming to terms that something as fantastical as time travel happened to the company. How were they going to explain this to the rest of Easy? Or to Colonel Sink? Others in the group continued to be wary of Zay, especially Speirs and Guarnere. While they were greateful for the help, how did they know they could trust her? As for Zay, a mixture of emotions coursed through her body - excitement that she was about to spend time with the people who lived in her head rent-free, joy that she could help people who were need, and a hint of doubt that this was all actually happening… if she told anyone about this, would they believe her?

Zay led the group before everyone noticed the lights illuminate on a yellow car with a soft roof. The car had an emblem with a running horse on the back of it, something that only Zay recognized as a Ford Mustang. As if on cue, a bronze, sleek sports car came around the corner and stopped near the men. Zay put her backpack in her car's trunk before greeting the driver stepping out of the newly arrived Nissan Z-Car. The driver was a woman with short, curly black hair, the bangs and tips dyed bright firetruck red. Her look was punctuated by a pair of minimalist snake-bite piercings beneath her lower lip. The girl was wearing a set of auto-mechanic’s coveralls in classic navy blue, the name “Chrys” embroidered in cursive on the front. Zay engulfed the newcomer in a hug, earning the nurse a mild scolding.

“Zay! You’re gonna make me fall!” the girl laughed before loosely returning Zay’s ambush hug. Zay simply giggled and pulled away enough to talk to the girl, Zay’s arm still wrapped around her shoulder.

“Sorry Chrys! I just got excited,” Zay replied, turning her head to look at the group around her car. “Boys, this is my twin sister Chrys! She was kind enough to take the rest of the evening off work to help y’all get settled,” she announced, looking at Chrys with a proud smile. Chrys offered an awkward wave and a “hello” to the rest of group, not expecting the introduction. The boys replied in greeting before Liebgott spoke up.

“Shit! Captain Winters, we need to get our weapons from up front,” he reported urgently. Zay gave the group a confused look before Joe explained further, “We weren’t allowed to bring our weapons into the hospital, so we stashed them in the bushes up front, we put our helmets there too so we wouldn’t have to carry them.”

Zay nodded in understanding before turning to Chrys, “Do you wanna take half in your car and half in mine, then one of us can put their weapons in the trunk?”

Chrys nodded, turning to the group in front of her. “Alright guys, we gotta split up into two groups for the cars, who wants to go with who?”

“I’ll go with Zay!” Luz volunteered, all too eagerly.

“Me too!” followed Liebgott, glaring at Luz.

Nixon chuckled and shook his head at their antics. “I can go with Chrys,” he offered, meeting her eyes for the first time. Just like that, he knew he needed to know her.

“Me too,” Speirs chimed in. He refused to be in the same car as a bickering Luz and Liebgott.

“Can I just have a front seat, whoever I ride with?” Bull asked around his Emotional Support Cigar.

“Yeah sure, I think my front is roomier,” Chrys replied, Zay nodding along.

“Malarkey, do you and Doc Roe wanna come with me, so that you have medical support just in case anything happens?” The two men nodded in response to her question. Winters simply folded his arms, trying to mask his disappointment with focus. “And then captain Winters can take the last seat in my car, so that we have the officers spread out?” Dick’s eyes lit up at Zay’s offer, trying his best to just act casual.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” he rambled out. “That leaves Guarnere and Toye with Chrys, right?”

“Yeah, I’m good with that,” Guarnere responded. He looked at Toye for his response, who nodded along.

“So it’s Nixon, Speirs, Bull, Guarnere, and Toye with Chrys, and Winters, Roe, Malarkey, Liebgott, and Luz with me, right?” Zay said, confirming the riding arrangements.

“Sounds about right,” Chrys agreed. “Now, just so y’all know, we each only have four seats technically, so someone is going to have to lay across three of y’all in the back.” Some of the men’s eyes grew wide, while others laughed at the notion.

“Enjoy figuring that out, boys,” Bull mused while walking to Chrys’ car. After a few more minutes of discussion and bickering, moderated by Winters, the seating arrangements were agreed upon. In Zay’s car, Malarkey would ride in the front, with Winters, Liebgott, and Roe in the back, Luz laying on top of them. In Chrys’ car, Bull would be in the front, with Nixon, Speirs, and Guarnere sitting in the back, and Joe Toye laying across them. Everyone shifted into their assigned seats/positions, some more willingly than others.

“Someone’s gonna fucking die…” Toye muttered under his breath as he laid across the three men, anger exuding from every pore in his face. Speirs and Nixon were able to keep a straight face, albeit with substantial effort, while Bull simply turned his face away and focused on his ESC. Guarnere, however, could not help the giggles that befell him. The harder he tried to suppress them, the more intense they became. Toye made a mental note to get Gonorrhea back for this…

Meanwhile, in the yellow mustang, Luz was getting situated on his human couch, inadvertently sticking his ass right into Liebgott’s face. “Hey! Watch where you’re sticking that thing!” Joe yelled as he tried to evade touching George’s ass with his face.

“Yeah! That’s a dangerous weapon!” Malarkey called out from his seat up front. Everyone in the car erupted into laughter, save for Luz who shot Don a playful glare.

“I said I was sorry like a million times!” the radioman yelled, sounding very much like a little kid. Once both sisters knew everyone was situated, they drove out of the parking garage. Stopping briefly to place their once-hidden belongings in Chrys’ trunk, the two cars made their way to the twins’ apartment complex. Something that blew the boys’ minds while en route was how the girls played their music during the drive. At first, the men assumed they just had a radio in their cars, which they thought was neat already. However, when Chrys and Zay explained to their respective soldiers how “the cloud” and Spotify work, their minds were utterly blown. This was all the twelve kids talked about as they made their way home.

~~~~~

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𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 - 𝚌𝚑.𝟻 - 𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

𝚌𝚑.𝟜 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚌𝚑.𝟞

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟻 : 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎

Once the evening hits, Donghyuck goes over to Yeji’s dorm, like he does most nights. It’s easier to sleep at her place when he has classes the next day since her dorm was so close to the university.

He walks inside and Yeji is sitting at her desk, working on a report.

“You’re back early,” she says, smiling widely. 

“I’m hungry, let’s go get something to eat,” donghyuck announces while he takes his shoes off and walks over to where she is sitting.

“But I’m tired of the restaurants around here, Hyuckie,” Yeji whines, pouting trying to get her way. “Where else can we go though?”

Donghyuck doesn’t respond, he stares at his feet as he continues to walk towards her, obviously deep in thought.

“Hyuck,” Yeji says, not getting a reaction from him. “DONGHYUCK!” she says, raising her voice to make sure it  snaps him out of the trance.

Donghyuck looks up, surprised.

“Are you listening to me?” she asks.

“Of course I am,” he says, smiling as he starts to take his bag off of his shoulder.

“No you’re not,” Yeji argues, annoyed. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing baby. I’m just tired,” Donghyuck says, shaking his head. “You said you’re hungry?”

Yeji nods her head eagerly.

“Well let’s go get something to eat then,” he suggests.

She nods, getting up and following him outside of her dorm. They walk side by side to a local restaurant a block away from the dorm building. They get their food and walk around looking for an empty table.

“Where do you want to sit baby?” Donghyuck asks.

She scans the room, smiling when she notices you sitting alone at a table in the back of the restaurant. 

“Oooh it’s Y/N,” Yeji announces, excited. She runs over to your table, “hey Y/N. Are you alone?”

You’re in the process of putting a spoonful of food into your mouth when she interrupts your peaceful dinner. You look up, surprised, first at her then at him who is closely behind.

“Yea,” you say hesitantly.

“We can sit somewhere else,” Donghyuck suggests. “I think we might make her uncomfortable.” He starts to walk away to find a different table for them to eat at. Since he’s the one who is uncomfortable, you didn’t want to give him an easy out. 

“It's ok,” you say, causing Donghyuck to freeze in his tracks, turning to look at you. “You can sit with me.”

“See,” Yeji smiles at her boyfriend. “She’s so nice, unlike you.”

She sits down, leaving the seat across from you for Donghyuck to sit. You can’t seem to take your eyes off of him while he hesitantly sits down. 

“Thanks again,” Yeji says and you force a smile in return. “Why are you eating alone? Aren’t you seeing anyone?”

“I’m currently looking around,” you explain.

“Really?” Yeji questions. “It mustn’t be that hard, looking like you. Let me help you. I know a lot of guys that would be into you, Y/N.” She reaches into her bag, pulling out her phone, “let me take a picture of you. One Two Three.” You smile widely as she clicks the picture.

Donghyuck looks at his girlfriend, “Is that a new phone?” he asks. 

“Um yea,” Yeji nods as the smile dissipates from her face. “My old one broke. Didn’t I tell you about that?”

“I don’t know, maybe you mentioned it before,” Donghyuck sighs. 

Yeji happily scrolls through her phone while you and Donghyuck eat.

“Oooh,” Yeji exclaimes. “I just remembered that Yuna is stopping by my place to get the report I’ve been working on.”

“Uh huh,” he grunts.

“She’s at my place now,” she announces, picking up her bag. “Do you mind if I go back to my dorm? You can stay here and finish eating though.”

“I guess,” he sighs. “But I thought you were hungry, I can box your food up and bring it back to your room.”

“No you don’t have to,” Yeji states. “You can just eat my food and Y/N if you want any of it, help yourself.” She pushes the plate towards him, smiling, “I’ll see you later.”

Yeji runs off before he has time to respond. You’re silently judging their interaction. You can tell there was something off about everything that just happened but it’s not your place to say anything.

Donghyuck stares at you for a few seconds before speaking, “I’m sorry,” he states.

“What for?” you ask.

“Well…” 

“Stop acting like I’m your secret lover,” you snap. “We are nothing.”

“You’re right,” he slowly nods his head. “We’re nothing and yet we did what we did.”

You bite your lip out of frustration. “We were both drunk that night.  But, I’m sober now and you should be too. So clearly it will never happen again,” you snap.

You wait a moment for a response but after getting nothing, you stand, walking away from the table, leaving Donghyuck sitting alone.

💓🌸the next day🌸💓

 Donghyuck sits in a classroom with his friends, studying together. He starts to zone out, not paying attention to the conversation his friends are currently engaging in.  Jaemin notices the lack of attentiveness so he reaches out smacking the back of his friend’s head. 

“What the hell was that for?” Donghyuck whines.

“You should be paying attention to your friends, Hyuck,” Jaemin smirks.

“We’re talking about how Y/N really hasn't bothered Jisung much lately,” Soojin explains.

“That’s because he proclaimed his love for the sexy doctor, publicly,” Chenle chimes in.

“The last time I saw her she looked so bu bu bu bum,” Mark sings.

“I feel bad for her,” Jaemin announces. “Maybe I should take Y/N out and help her move on.”

“Are you for real?” Mark asks with judgment all over his face.

“Is she even your type, Jaemin?” Chenle wonders.

“What’s wrong with it? She’s really cute,” Jaemin confesses.

Jisung walks into the room, sitting down in between Jaemin and Donghyuck.

“Let’s go out for a little tonight,” Donghyuck interrupts, attempting to change the topic. “I’ll tell Jeno too.”

“What happened?” Jisung asks, placing his hand on Donghyuck’s shoulder. “You said that you need to be home early.”

“Come on,” Donghyuck whines. “Just go when I ask.

“When my lovely friend invites me,” Soojin smiles. “I can’t skip the opportunity.”

🌸💓Later that night🌸💓

The group of friends clink their glasses, cheering out in unison before chugging their first set of drinks.

Donghyuck takes a few sips then sets his glass on the table in front of him, “It’s too strong,” he grunts.

Soojin notices his strange behavior, observing him from across the table.

“Hyuck,” she says, “Is there something wrong with you? Did you and Yeji have a fight?”

“There’s nothing wrong,” he denies.

“I don’t believe you, your face is telling a different story,” Soojin argues.

“Hey is that Y/N?” Jaemin asks excitedly, looking in the direction of the door.

“What?” Donghyuck asks.

“Yea that’s Y/N and her friends,” Jaemin smiles, pointing to where you are standing. “Over there.”

Donghyuck smiles when he sees you, but instantly forces the smile away hoping no one notices.

“Soojin, go ask your little sorority sister and her friends to come sit with us,” Jaemin orders with a smirk on his face.

She smiles before calling out to you, “HEY Y/N!!!!”

You turn and wave, smiling when you realize she is calling you over. Your friends follow you to their table.

“Sit with us,” Soojin orders.

You frown when you see Donghyuck sitting at their table. “No, we don’t want to bother you guys.”

“It’s rude to reject uperclassmen’s invitations,” Soojin states, trying anything to get you to sit down.

“Come on, Y/N,” YangYang smiles, “let’s just sit with them.”

“Ok,” you sigh, sitting down in the seat next to Soojin.

Jaemin signals to the waitress, who quickly brings you and your friends a round of drinks. 

“Come on guys, let's cheer,” Jeno orders.

Everyone raises their glasses, clinking them together before chugging them.

“Ok, let’s play a game,” Jeno suggests, pulling out a deck of cards from his pocket.

“Ooooh I know a game,” Soojin announces, snatching the deck of cards. “It’s called the King's game.” She shuffles the deck and passes everyone a card. “Now who got the King card?” 

“Me,” Jeno says, raising his hand.

“You can order whoever to do whatever,” she explains.

Jeno looks around at everyone at the table, finally pointing at Doyoung. “Chug your drink,” he orders.

Doyoung picks his glass up, and chugs the rest of the beer left inside his glass, slamming the now empty glass back down onto the table.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Kun states, smiling at his friend.

Soojin passes out another round of cards.

“Wow, I got a good card,” Chenle boasts, sitting back in his chair.  Everyone picks their cards up, to look to examine their cards.

“YES,” Soojin exclaims. “I get to be the King this round.”

“Awww you’re gonna ask for some sick shit,” Jaemin whines.

“I’m not like that,” she denies with a telling smile on her face. “Ok, I’m going to pick number ten.”

Everyone looks around at each other, “who has number ten?” Mark asks.

You raise your hand, “I do.”

“Ok great,” Soojin smiles, looking at Jaemin trying to guess his card. “I will order number ten to look in the eyes of…um…number eight.”

“Damn it,” Jaemin scoffs, throwing his card down onto the table. “I’m three.”

“Awww I got it wrong,” Soojin sulks. She lightly taps her hands on the table, impatiently. “Ok who’s number eight?”

Donghyuck lays his card face up onto the table, exposing he’s the owner of the eight card. “Me,” he sighs.

“Donghyuck is eight,” YangYang laughs, elbowing you in the side.

“It’s just a staring contest,” Soojin expresses. “And the loser has to finish one drink. Are you both ready? One. Two. Three.”

You lean forward in your chair, gazing into Donghyuck’s eyes. Donghyuck grows increasingly uncomfortable but he doesn't understand why. He thinks your eyes are beautiful so he should want to look into them. Although, memories that the two of you shared keep popping in and out of his mind.

“We were both drunk that night. It will never happen again.” he remembers you saying at the cafe.

“I hate you,” he envisions you yelling at him when he found you on the rooftop.

Donghyuck blinks his eyes out of discomfort, quickly looking away.

“Holy shit, Hyuck just lost,” Mark gasps.

“He lost to a girl,” Chenle laughs.

“That’s because Y/N is amazing,” Kun boasts, proudly.

Jaemin nudges Donghyuck’s arm, “you’re so lame,” he laughs.

“Drink,” Soojin orders. “The loser has to drink.”

“Oh yea,” Donghyuck nods, picking up his glass and downing the rest of his beer.

The night goes on, playing a few more rounds until everyone is ready to leave. You follow the crew outside, your friends are too drunk to drive so they get rides with some of the older students.

You are walking towards your car, in between Jaemin and Donghyuck, fully aware that you probably shouldn’t drive yourself home either.

“So how are you getting home, Y/N?” Jaemin asks, you shrug in response. “Want a ride?”

“She lives in the same building that I’m going to, I can just take her,” Donghyuck states.

“But you drive so fast,” Jaemin argues. “Come with me, it’ll be more comfortable.”

You look at Donghyuck then back at Jaemin, unsure who to choose. A part of you really wants to accept the ride from Donghyuck but you fight that urge back. 

“I’ll go with you, Jaemin,” you smile.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Jaemin nods, proudly. He places his hand on your back, guiding you in the direction of his car. “Drive carefully man,” he smiles at his friend.

Jaemin walks ahead, leading you to his car. You stop walking, wanting to turn to look back at Donghyuck but stopping yourself. You were afraid that if you would look at him, you would change your mind and go with him. You shake your head, more so in disappointment in yourself than anything else, and continue to walk over to Jaemin’s car. Donghyuck watches on wanting to beg you to not go but not allowing himself to be weak or vulnerable in front of you again.

𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟 | 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

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