#she just called me and giggled for 60 seconds and then hung up immediately

[tittytittygangbang]

Uhmmmmmm not to be dramatic but my best friend moved 6 hours away and I fucking miss her

[floosies]

Beechwood Park

pairing: 60′s au (Richard Madden x oc!poc!fem!Reader)

summary: In the late 60′s Cynthia was struggling model who’d just about reached her wits end and succumb to her parents wishes for her to continue her studies. Mr. Madden would say otherwise though.

warnings: age gap, smut, cursing, 18 + material

Series Masterlist

2. Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows

She wasn’t sure what to make of the two men sat in front of her as she entered the room. One of them was wearing specs whilst the other man had a streak in his hair, still she couldn’t deny he was handsome. Then the man with specs cleared his throat, “right. Miss Ridge I’m assuming?” She quickly composed herself, “yes sir. A pleasure to meet you,” she spoke sweetly and softly as she extended her hand out. 

A quick handshake and a gesture for her to sit came by quickly before he spoke again, “I’m Mr. Egerton. We spoke briefly over the telephone. I looked over the portfolio you sent us, I have to say I’m very impressed.” She smiled, “Thank you so much Mr. Egerton.” He noticed her gaze linger on his friend, “Miss Ridge, this is my friend Richard Madden, head of Lance General Inc.” Cynthia recognized the name immediately, It was a well known shipping business, however clients were always very high end people with expensive exports. Who would have thought the CEO would be so young though.

The interview proceeded smoothly as she explained what had happened with her previous management. Meanwhile Richard looked through her resume and portfolio, she spoke french? She read in latin- “sorry to interrupt. You read latin?” She was a bit caught off guard, “oh. Yes! My parents expected a well rounded education. I had private tutors instead of attending schools.” He was happily surprised at how poised she was, it only made his crush grow. Time went by far too quickly for his liking and before he knew it she had left.

Finding a telephone booth as quickly as possible Cynthia phoned Stella who should still be home. It rang for a few seconds before she finally answered,”Stella! It went beautifully.” “That’s great Cynthie sorry I won’t be able to celebrate tonight, I’ve got work.” “Don’t worry love, we’ll have tomorrow! Oh my goodness and there was this man, well not just man he’s a CEO - he was gorgeous though-” “Cynthia darling get home and come tell me to my face would ya? I still ‘ave an hour til I have to leave.” She hung up and ran out of the booth to the underground tube.

All the while in Taron’s office Richard was having a proper fit with his friend, “how were you not going to tell me she was proper babe?” Taron raised an eyebrow, “she’s my client you twit. I learned very early on to look at the merchandise, but never touch.” He sneered taking Cynthia’s file out of his hands and putting it away with the others, Richard wasn’t going to give up so quickly though, “at least give me her number would ya?” His friend laughed, “You’re twenty six, she is just about to turn twenty in November, she’s practically a child to you.” This only made Richard roll his eyes, “could you or could ya not?” With a sigh of defeat he looked through his rotary of business cards and after some quick digging Taron handed his friend the card with her number on it. 

Richard had the biggest smile on his face, “remember she’s going to be a client soon.” He groaned, “I know. I know, if anything fucks up I’ll take responsibility.” As the day progressed he could only keep thinking of her, she looked so pure. Taron was right about one thing, she was gorgeous. The way her eyes had looked at him, he wanted to take her right then and there. He wanted her each and ever way. Her voice kept ringing in his ears, his mind imagined what other sinful sounds it could produce. She had him wrapped around her finger and she had no clue about it.

In the small flat Cynthia gushed over her recent infatuation with Mr. Madden. Her eyes were a gleam, “Stella this man was so...” she struggled for the right words to describe him, “I don’t..delectable.” She giggled at the fact that she had just called him that. Stella raised an eyebrow as she continued to eat her late breakfast, “really? Well then hopefully you meet this delectable man again. He could get you out of this misery.” She then stood up from her seat with a now empty plate. Cynthia’s eyes widened, “Stella! I’m a model I can get us back in a groovy looking flat in no time. Trust me, soon we’ll have so much space we’ll get lost.” The girls laughed at the idea, “yeah sure. I still think you should try it with that Mr. Madden, if he’s so rich.” She rolled her eyes, “Stella why don’t you try your luck-” “darling rich men bore me. You know my type; french, stoic, and artistic.” Cynthia shook her head at her friend’s taste.

Weeknights were always dull as Stella work either closing shifts or opening shifts and tonight was closing. This meant that Cynthia had to spend dinners by herself, except this night there was a call. She was greeted by Mr. Madden’s voice, he introduced himself once again. His voice was so soothing and she was so charmed by him. He asked if she was free for dinner tonight, without skipping a beat she said yes. There was a happiness in his voice, the call ended with him getting her address and asking her to be ready by eight. 

She’d never been on a date, or dinner with just a man. She was nervous, even in her best look (a gifted Yves Saint Laurent dress and matching heels) she felt like she could have looked better. Her lashes were on, her make up soft and unable to be noticed, with a deep breath she pushed her worry aside. She was going to have fun and enjoy dinner with handsome man, who was just as equally handsomely paid.

He waited for her outside her doorway, she looked gorgeous as she opened the door, “good evening Ms. Ridge. You look stunning.” Her cheeks turned a shade darker at the compliment, “thank you Mr. Madden. You look quite dashing yourself,” there it was. The voice like sugar in sweets, he could never get enough of her. They spent the car ride to the restaurant making small talk about the day and about themselves. When they were seated in their table the grand conversations began. He learned about her prodigy youth and she learned about his inheritance to a multi-million business. 

Both were very fascinated by each other. Neither wanted the night to end, infatuation was very well blossoming into a necessity. They had only known each other a day and yet it felt like a life time. Back in the car his hand rested on her thigh as they kept talking about the night and all the fun they’d had. Cynthia could feel his hand continue to rise. He knew exactly what he was doing, and so did she. Soon his hand found it’s destination and without any haste he went to work on working her up. Her hand placed itself on top of his, “we’re here Mr. Madden.” Sure enough they were.

The hallway where the door to her flat was lay empty, it was afterall late into the night. Ever so gently he pressed her against the door, his left arm wrapped around her waist, her arms around his neck and shoulders. His left hand went back to her core underneath the silk dress. She’d never been in this situation before, never been touched the way he had her now, but it felt like heaven. Her lips pressed into his to keep the moans from escaping and making a scene. It was too good, far too quickly, and his mouth was on her neck now. Her hands making a mess of his hair, but she felt something forming. Then like a bomb it came, her body shook from pleasure. He pulled away, his fingers coated in a gloss. She gasped at the sight as he took them into his mouth and then leaned in her ear, “doll you’re sweeter than icing on a cake. I’ll call you in the morning.” He gave her one final kiss and headed for the exit leaving her a breathless mess.

[blogofawimpykid]

Meet the Family

The X Files

Mulder X Kaity- Beth

Canon: Mulder meets Kaitys family for the first time.

3,000 words

"Just how many people are in your family?" Mulder asked nervously as Kaity- Beth pulled into the driveway, trying to count all the cars parked in front of the house.

"Just 4. That's my dad, that's my brother, that's his girlfriend, that's mom, that's one of the ladies from church, I don't know which one because at least three of them have the same car, and that's the work truck." Mulder tried to play it cool as Kaity pointed out each vehicle.

"And I have to meet all these people?"

"No," Kaity laughed, turning off her car and getting out. "Will's girlfriend never stays for dinner, and as long as the church ladies don't know that you're here they'll leave after they get whatever they came for." Mulder approached the front door as Kaity took a detour to toss her hat into the back of the work truck. He had never been inside her house before, only up the driveway to drop her off or to pick up a school book she had forgotten, but it was just as beautiful as the outside. Bob Jensen, Kaity- Beth's father, was just inside the door, leaning against the wall having just hung up the phone. "Daddy," Kaity greeted, giving him a hug.

"Hey, Kaity- Bug. You have a good day?"

"Yeah. Did some field labs today." She pulled away from the hug and stepped to the side, gesturing to Mulder. "Dad, you've met Mulder."

"Yes I have. How you doing, son?"

"Good, sir." Mulder glanced anxiously at Kaity as he shook her father's hand.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure."

"Is Mulder your real name?"

"My last name. Fox Mulder is my full-"

"Your real name is Fox?"

"Yes, sir."

"... alright, son. Well why don't you two head upstairs, dinner'll be ready in a little while." Mulder nodded, ready to be away from the conversation before he said something stupid.

"Who is outside with mom?" Kaity asked, gesturing towards the extra car in the driveway.

"Miss Phyliss." Kaity cringed. Bob nodded in agreement. "Might want to get him hidden up in your room before they come back inside."

"Yeah." Kaity immediately started pushing Mulder towards the stairs. "Where's the giant?" She called over her shoulder.

"Haven't seen him. Probably in your room."

"Who's the giant?" Mulder asked as they climbed the stairs.

"My cat."

"Ah." Mulder had heard more about Kaity-Beths cat, Goliath, than anyone else in her family.

"There he is," Kaity- Beth cooed as she opened her bedroom door and spotted the massive barn cat, curled up on the windowsill. The cats eyes fluttered open as Kaity pressed kisses into his fluffy forehead. She grunted as she picked him up, holding him like a baby with his head on her shoulder. "You wanna hold him?" She asked Mulder, turning so her two favorite boys were face to face. Goliaths yellow eyes shot straight into Mulders soul.

"He looks like he wants to eat me." Kaity giggled as she gently placed the cat into the rocking chair next to the window.

"He only eats mice and rats."

"He's carnivorous?" Mulder asked, now more terrified than he had ever been, which, considering his line of work, was saying something.

"Yeah, that's why we hired him. He's our barn cat, keeps it clean. The best little employee." She scratched his head and he purred. Mulder shut the bedroom door and stepped into the center of the room, looking around. He could learn more about Kaity in the next 60 seconds than he had in the past few months, just from her room. She sat down on the windowsill, opposite of where the cat had been, and observed as Mulder 'investigated' her. He looked over the shelf of photos above her bed, mostly framed pictures of her family at various events and celebrations over the year. Also on the shelf were a couple trophies, one with a medal draped over it.

"What did you win?" He asked, pointing.

"The trophies are from regional science fair, eight and ninth grade. The medal is from a barrel racing competition."

"You ride horses?"

"I rode horses. For one season. I was 8, I think. Mom wanted me to try."

"You should've jet it up, apparently you were good."

"Not hardly. It's a partiticipation medal."

"Oh." Mulder kept going, turning to the bookshelf on his right. The top shelf was packed with children's storybooks, some of which were so worn down the words on the spines were entirely gone. He was confident that Kaity would know exactly what each one was, without having to open them up. The next shelf was nearly sagging under the weight of college textbooks. Huge volumes on soil and weather patterns and even one on traumatic limb amputations. "I'm guessing that isn't about trees," Mulder joked. Kaity looked up to see what book he was pointing at, ready to laugh. Her face fell, though she tried to hide it from Mulder.

"No. Just medical curiosity. You get a lot of equipment accidents." Mulder nodded and moved on. The second shelf from the bottom held novels, mostly hardback series marketed to teenagers. This shelf was the emptiest, suggesting that Kaity had probably not read for fun since highschool. The bottom shelf held good old fashioned reference books: a full set of encyclopedias, a dictionary, a thesaurus. On the other side of the door was a floor lamp, in the corner next to a cluttered desk. The wall above it resembled Mulders office in the basement of the J Edgar Hoover building, except his newspaper clippings and doctored ufo photos were replaced here by charts and graphs showing things like population density and gas prices. This level of passion, and the sprinkle of insanity that came along with it, had to have been what drew Kaity- Beth and Mulder together in the first place. On the next wall, between the window and the corner, was a dresser with a dusty mirror attached to it. A stack of hats branched off of the corner of the dresser. Mulder had probably seen most of these already, Kaity- Beth practically collected trucker hats and ball caps and wore them enough to justify it, so he skipped over the dresser and turned his eyes back to Kaity, also careful to avoid eye contact with the cat. "What did you learn?" She asked softly.

"Who's this in these pictures?" Mulder squeezed between the bed and the wall to point at a photo from a fall festival the year Kaity turned 10.

"My brother."

"No, next to him."

"Henry. My other brother."

"I didn't know you had two brothers."

"He doesn't live with us. Me and Will'll take you to meet him after dinner."

"Will he like me?" Mulder asked, sitting down on the bed, careful to move Kaitys Teddy bear out of the way.

"... yeah. He'll love you." Before Mulder could ask why Kaity suddenly seemed so nostalgic, someone banged on the door.

"Dinners ready!" Mulder looked between the door and Kaity- Beth.

"You heard him," she said with a shrug. "Dinners ready." She waited for Mulder to pass her on the way to the door and held out her hand so he could pull her up from her perch on the windowsill.

"So, your mom..." Mulder began, wrapping his arms around Kaity-Beths shoulders and pulling her against him. Goliath glared at Mulder from the rocking chair, and Mulder closed his eyes. Kaity laughed and pulled away, grabbing Mulders hand and leading him out the door and down the stairs.

"She'll love you. She'll call your by your first name, and she will try to call me my first name. Do not let her. Correct her."

"I don't care if she calls me Fox."

"I don't either. I meant don't let her call me Kathleen." Mulder laughed and followed Kaity to the kitchen where her mom was pulling a pan out of the oven. "Mom."

"Kathl-" Kaity- Beth cleared her throat and her mom sighed. "Kaity. Introduce me to your boyfriend."

"Mom, Fox Mulder. Mulder, Mom."

"You can call me Diane," she said, than pulled Mulder into a hug. "Now, is Fox really your first name?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"It's his name," Bob called from the dining room.

"Well, Fox, would you please help me carry this in to the table?"

"Of course." Mulder eagerly reached for the pan, wanting to make a good impression.

"Mom, don't make him work. He's a guest. Here, I got it." Diane and Mulder both sighed as Kaity- Beth took the pan and lead the group into the dining room. Mulder sat down across from Kaitys brother and held out his hand.

"Fox Mulder." Will scoffed and shook his hand.

"Will. Kaity, I thought you said this guy was from Washington."

"Yeah..."

"I didn't know they shook hands out there." Kaity rolled her eyes.

"William, be nice," Diane scolded.

"You religious, son?" Bob asked. Kaity- Beth ended that conversation before it could start.

"I'll say the blessing." Everyone clasped their hands and bowed their heads. "Close your eyes," she whispered to Mulder, and took his hand under the table as she muttered the modified version of the blessing her granddad always gave. She and Will had modernized the language a bit as kids, and they were confident that nobody in the family had noticed yet that it was plagiarized.

"So, how did you become an FBI agent?" Bob asked as dishes were passed around and plates became full. The conversation stayed steady from that point, thankfully full of childhood tales and old family anecdotes and not just an interigation. When Diane left to get dessert, Kaity looked over at Will.

"I was thinking after dinner we go on a walk and take Mulder to see Henry?"

"Sure," Will mumbled.

"That sounds like a good idea," Bob agreed. "Haven't been out there in a while."

"What do you do, Will?" Mulder asked him.

"Work the fields right now."

"He used to work at the chicken plant in the city until it closed down a couple years ago," Kaity added. She couldn't figure out why he was in such a mood, but she intended to get to the bottom of it.

"Here we go," Diane announced, returning with the dessert.

"You ever had dirt cake?" Kaity- Beth asked.

"What?"

"It's oreos and pudding, basically," she explained as Diane scooped servings into bowls.

"How much would you like, Fox?"

"Well, it looks delicious. I'll take as much as you'll give me." Diane's pleased smile told Kaity that she was hooked. If only she could get through to Will, Mulder would have the whole family won over before the sun went down. As soon as Will had emptied his bowl, he pushed back from the table.

"Yall ready to go?"

"Now, son, they aren't done eating yet," Bob scolded. "Don't rush. Go wash your hands and take your dishes in yonder. They'll be finished in a minute."

Will did as he was told.

"Well, you two can just leave your things on the table and I'll clean it all up while you're gone," Diane said, as Kaity- Beth and Mulder finished up.

"Oh, I'll do it when we get back, Mom."

"No, I'll take care of it, Kathleen. You need to entertain your guest."

"He can help. Don't you always tell me I need to show I'm 'of good breeding'?"

"... yes," Diane conceeded. She sat back in her chair to look into the other room. "Well, get going, your brother's waiting on you."

"Thank you for dinner, it was wonderful," Mulder said. As Kaity dragged him back into the front room, he noticed the notches on the dining room doorway, measuring her height over the years. Kaity and Will discussed the farm as they walked, down past the barn and along the edge of the cornfield into the forest, following a well worn path through the brush. Even as the sun was setting, Mulder had no worries of getting lost. He could tell that these two could find their way in their sleep, and probably had before.

"We used to play out here all the time as kids," Kaity told Mulder. "We'd play pretend or play hide and seek in the trees. And than in middle school we'd come out here to do homework, because it's easier to do something you hate when you're outside in the fresh air." Will was leading the way, kicking stray twigs to the side as he practically stomped through the woods.

"How old is Henry?"

"...27. They're twins." She nodded forward to Will. The momentum of the walk slowed as they came to a clearing, hundred of beautiful yellow flowers were in bloom, surrounded a small church that would've functioned better, and probably did, as a children's playhouse. Will walked one way around the building, and Kaity- Beth led Mulder around the other. "Mom wanted to bury him at home. Daddy wanted to bury him at the church. Me and Will picked this compromise." Will was already standing behind a single gravestone, hat clasped in his hands, head bowed.

"Kaity..." Mulder said softly, not sure where to start.

"He died when he was 15," she whispered. "Farming accident. They were working on a piece of equipment, and dad left to go get a part. Henry had had his arm inside the machine and told Will to crank it because he thought he could see better if it was moving. Tore his arm off, he bled out before dad even came back."

"Were you-"

"No." Kaity- Beth shook her head. "I was in the house with Mom. We couldn't even hear Will screaming. I didn't know what was happening till the ambulance came." Mulder wrapped his arms tight around Kaity, leaning his chin on the top of her head as they stood in silence, watching Will.

"I'll be inside," he said harshly when he looked up, dragging his feet back around the side of the church.

"You were 12 when he died?" Mulder asked, looking over Henry's grave. Kaity nodded. "I was 12 when I lost my sister."

"Yeah," Kaity said softly, squeezing Mulders hand. "He really would love you. He loved the sky. Space. Will is the most athletic, and I'm the serious book smart one. Henry was the dreamer. He'd draw me maps. Brains, brawn, and beauty." She smiled sadly.

"Sometimes we joke about him. It can be funny. But I figured I wouldn't come out of the gate with the dead brother humor." Mulder noticed there were stars crudely scratched into the top of the grave. "I'm gonna go see what's up with Will. You two should talk." Inside the church, Will was staring at the small loft. It had been years since any of them could fit up there, it would've been crazy to even try now. "What's wrong?" Kaity- Beth asked, trying not to be harsh. She was upset too, because he was ruining the mood of the evening that she had wanted to be happy.

"Carolina. I asked her to come down here with me earlier and she was just..." He shook his head. "She hasn't been once." Carolina was Wills girlfriend, but before that, when the boys were 14, she had been Henry's. Today was the anniversary of their first kiss.

"Can I say something mean because I love you?" Will shrugged.

"Let her go. You aren't happy. And I know that you hold onto her because of Henry but... she isn't all that's left of him. There's still Mom and Dad and me and this place. And let's face it," Kaity banged on the loft. "I doubt it's going anywhere anytime soon."

"I doubt he is either," Will nodded towards the back wall.

"You like him?" She asked, stepping out into the clearing. Will followed her.

"Yeah. He's alright. Just as crazy as you are."

"Crazier," Kaity- Beth amended. Will laughed.

"We should be getting back," he called to Mulder. Mulder was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and it looked to Kaity as if he had been caught in the middle of a serious conversation. She didn't doubt he had. "They're probably sitting on that porch waiting for us."

"Of course they are." Will went straight up the back porch stairs when they got back to the house, sitting down on the top step and leaning against the railing. Kaity took Mulder on a detour through the house, back to the dining room. She half expected the table to already be cleared, that her mom would have done it anyways, but the dishes were still there, and she instructed Mulder to bring all the silverware to the kitchen sink while she collected the plates and bowls.

"Can I borrow your car?" Mulder asked.

"Why?"

"Get back into town. I wouldn't want you to drive all the way out there than have to come back."

"Just stay here tonight." She handed him a dish towel and a freshly washed fork, which he obediently dried.

"No, I've already got a hotel."

"Why?" She asked, exasperated.

"I don't want to sleep on the couch," Mulder tried.

"You would sleep with me. Or in Henry's room."

"Kaity... I'm not sleeping in your brother's room."

"Everyone who stays here does. We just don't always tell them it was Henry's."

"Not tonight." After hand washing the silverware, Kaity- Beth loaded the rest of the dishes into the dishwasher. Mulder leaned against the counter, watching. When she finished, he pulled her into a hug. "Love you, Bug," he mumbled into the top of her hair.

"Love you, Spooky," Kaity-Beth responded with a smile.

"'Scuse me, you two. Gotta get to the fridge." Kaity jumped as Bob squeezed behind her. Neither her or Mulder had even heard him come in. Neither of them noticed his smile, either, at the nickname Mulder had given her. Bob knew there was only one way he could've come up with that, which meant he payed attention. "Either of you want anything?" Mulder and Kaity- Beth both shook their heads, and Kaity led Mulder outside to sit on the porch swing. She curled up next to him, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"We painted this as a mother's day present when we were little," Kaity said, running her hand down the rainbow planks of the swing. Before Mulder could ask a question, a loud meow caught his attention. Goliath was coming around the edge of the porch, glaring. "Baby," Kaity- Beth gasped. Mulder tried not to shiver in fear. So he had pleased the whole family, accept for the cat. He had the feeling that Goliaths affection would be hard won, and that filled him with blinding terror.

[lordsicheng]

Three is a Charm: (Pt. 2)

Justin Huang x Yoo Seonho x OC

Genre: Very fluffy, best friends AU

During class, you somehow kept thinking about Guanlin. You were wondering why he suddenly approached you randomly twice that day, and you kind of thought his gestures were cute. You were in a daze looking at the board, smiling and obviously daydreaming, and Justin next to you just looked at you and had a confused look on his face. He then elbowed Seonho lightly, and Seonho just immediately looked at Justin annoyingly

“What?” Seonho whispered, putting down his pen

Justin then pointed at you, still daydreaming, and Seonho just sighed and chuckled as he reached out his hand to snap his fingers in front of you, and you suddenly went back to reality once he snapped his fingers a couple of times. You looked at them, becoming suddenly confused and just opened your mouth in confusion

“How long was I in a daze?” you asked, trying to bring out one of your textbooks

“About fifteen minutes” Justin shrugged as he looked back at the board

“Oh shoot, I need to return this book I borrowed last week” you said as you grabbed a small textbook

“I’ll go with you” Seonho said as he stood up

“You guys better hurry up, we only have ten minutes left before our teacher comes” he said as he looked up at both you and Seonho

“It’ll just be five minutes. Seonho?” you smiled as you gestured Seonho to go with you out of the classroom and to the library

-

You walked hurriedly with Seonho to the library, relieved to find the librarian at the small counter where you were allowed to return books

“Hello, ma’am. I’d like to return this book.” you smiled as you politely gave the librarian the book, and she just smiled back and nodded as she checked the book

“No damages. Alright, please sign here.” she looked at you as she gave the small list of returned books, and you were surprised to see Guanlin’s name on the last 5 books returned

“Wow, Guanlin returned a lot of books” you muttered

“Oh, Guanlin? He frequently borrows books here in the library. He is one of the top borrowers here.” the librarian stated

“That’s… interesting…” Seonho said as he looked at you sign, and you gave back the list once you were done

“I’ll borrow a book again soon. Thank you!” you smiled as you and Seonho both bowed and went out of the library immediately, where you saw Guanlin on his way to the library as well

“Oh, y/n? Fancy seeing you here.” he smiled

“Hey Seonho” he smiled as he greeted, and Seonho just gave a quick smile and looked away

“I saw your name on the borrower’s list. You seem to borrow a lot of books here.” you beamed

“I like reading. Makes me learn a lot of things and it helps with my vocabulary at times, too.” he chuckled as he shrugged

“We better get going.” Seonho tapped your shoulder, and you just kept looking at Guanlin

“We need to go. Classes, you know. The usual.” you grinned

“Alright, see you guys around.” he smiled and nodded before going inside the library, and you couldn’t help but give Seonho an annoyed look, and Seonho just sighed

“Could you be any more impatient?” you said before you walked ahead first back to your classroom, and Seonho just rolled his eyes as he followed you

“If I had known you wanted to talk to Guanlin more I should have left you” Seonho said in reply

“Hurry up, we’re late.” you said without looking back at Seonho

“Hurry up, we’re late.” Seonho repeated you mockingly, making you just sigh and walk faster to your classroom

-

After classes, you, Seonho and Justin decided to hang out at the mall and try to find a fast food place you guys could chill at. Justin ended up dragging both you and Seonho to McDonald’s, since he ended up craving for some fries

“Anything you guys want?” Justin said as he stood in line to order

“Nuggets.” you and Seonho said in unison

“Geez you both are too similar” Justin sighed as he looked back and noticed it was his turn to order

“We’ll look for seats” you smiled as you dragged Seonho with you to find a table and luckily, you both found a table that was fit for four people. Once you sat down, Seonho sat right across you and gave you a straight face, and you crossed your arms as you rolled your eyes

“Look, I’m sorry for being a baby earlier” Seonho sighed

“You should be friendlier, you know” you said as you looked through window beside you

“How was I supposed to know you had a crush on Guanlin?!” Seonho suddenly blurted out, and Justin already stood next to the table, eyes widened by surprise while holding your orders. You looked at Justin becoming mortified before looking back at Seonho, who definitely regretted what he just said

“Great job, Seonho! Now Justin became a statue!” you waved your hands

“Guys, is there something I should know?” Justin slowly put the orders on the table and sat next to you, and you just buried your face in your hands

“We were… practicing! For a stage… thing….” Seonho coughed as he tried to make an excuse

“Seonho, you know I can tell when someone’s lying” Justin crossed his arms

“I don’t want to fight, we’re best friends. And I want to be honest this time: yes, I like Guanlin. I think.” you furrowed your brows as you took a sip of your soda through a straw

“Okay, so? I have crushes too?” Justin raised a brow, making you and Seonho look at him bewildered

“Just how many crushes do you have young man?” Seonho asked as he put a piece of french fry on his mouth

“2…3….4! Maybe 5 if you include someone from the senior class” Justin said as he counted with his fingers

“Dude, chill.” you gave a straight face as you grabbed your box of chicken nuggets

“I’m a growing boy! And it’s normal to have crushes in our age. Right, Seonho?” Justin said as he looked at Seonho, who tried avoiding his gaze

“Seonho?” you called as you looked at him

“I just wanted to eat my nuggets, not talk about girls…” Seonho finally looked at you and Justin, who looked at you and ended up laughing

“Don’t take this seriously, guys. I mean, we’re at an age where we need to learn things little by little. Right?” Justin shrugged as he fed himself a nugget

“True. Sorry for being insensitive, again.” Seonho gave a small smile as he shrugged

“Anyways, why do you like Guanlin, y/n?” Justin asked as he sipped some of his soda

“He’s… nice… and really hardworking on his studies… he’s a little bit cute too… and really tall…. his skin is so mochi-like… his cheeks really look soft.. and his eyes… wow…” you giggled at just the thought of Guanlin, making Seonho and Justin laugh in reply

“What?” you furrowed your brows

“So this is how a girl falls in love. Ayeeeee” Justin teased you by poking your cheek, and you slapped his hand away right after he poked for the second time

“I don’t understand boys when they fall in love. Do they tell their friends immediately? Do they hide their feelings? Do they still do those icky love letters and give it to them?” you complained as you chewed on one of your nuggets

“Sometimes, yes, and maybe.” Seonho smirked, grabbing another piece of french fry

“You know how teens are like nowadays, technology is the way.” Justin said as he grabbed his burger

“Isn’t courting a thing these days? Like those cheesy stuff you see in dramas or even in romance movies?” you sighed

“We can’t answer that. You both know I’ve never asked a girl out.” Seonho said as he rested his crossed arms on the table

“Me neither. I may have a lot of crushes, but I’m definitely not into dating right now.” Justin said as he took a bite out of his burger

“There are times when a girl confesses first, though?” you tilted your head, confused

“Only 60% get their feelings accepted by the guys they confess to. The rest is either they get rejected or the silent treatment.” Seonho said as he grabbed a piece of nugget from his own box

“How do you know this stuff?” Justin looked at Seonho

“I just do.” Seonho shrugged as he ate a whole nugget

“I shouldn’t have asked you both. I need to talk to a girl…” you crossed your arms as you looked at the table

“Who are you gonna talk to? Your mom?” Justin looked at you, perplexed

-

“Hey, mom?” you said as you stood by the doorway to your living room

“Yes, sweetie?” she smiled as she put away the magazine she was reading while on the sofa

“Can I ask you about something?” you slowly approached her and sat next to her

“Sure, what’s the matter?” she smiled as she slowly ran her hand through your hair

“When did you and dad meet?” you asked

“Me and your dad have been friends since middle school, y/n. But he moved to another city for high school, and then came back here for university. We were not able to see each other for a long while, but we ended up seeing each other at campus. So we slowly became friends, and slowly became lovers. And here we are, together for 22 years, happily married for 19.” she smiled as she looked at you, and you just nodded

“I see. Mom, how do you know when you like someone?” you smiled, and she gave you a puzzled look

“Are you crushing on someone, y/n?” she chuckled

“I’m not sure. But please, what’s it like?” you grinned, trying to convince your mom

“You feel butterflies in your tummy when you see him, and you always try to imagine where he would be or what he would be doing if you don’t see him within the day. You end up talking about him at times even without knowing it, and sometimes, you would even try to become closer to them to get to know them better yourself.” she said as she sighed and smiled, and you again just nodded at every explanation she gave you

“So, did you feel that way when you saw dad for the first time?” you looked at her, and she looked back at you

“I guess you could say that. I mean, he was the one who courted me in the first place. So I guess, that’s how it all started? Your father is a virtuous and hardworking man, and that made me fall for him right then and there.” she smiled, looking at a family photo frame hung from across the room

“Thank you, mom.” you said as you kissed her cheek and quickly ran off to your room

“Oh and, sweetie?” she called out before you could get out of the room, and you looked at her

“Be careful when you fall in love. Don’t let your feelings eat you up and get in the way of your current friendships.” she smiled as she stood up

“Yes, mom. If ever. But I guess I won’t be in a relationship soon.” you laughed as you ran back to your room

-

You tried to take in mind everything your mom told you, and you felt confused on what to do with the whole Guanlin situation. Your best friends understood you in a way, and you really don’t have any other person to tell your feelings about. Sure, you had friends that were girls, but you felt as if they’d end up judging you if ever you fell for someone that easily. Besides, it was just a crush, you thought. And you really believed you’re probably not Guanlin’s type, so you just calmed yourself down and tried to grab your phone, until it vibrated and saw Seonho was calling through video call.

“Hey” you greeted as you accepted the video call

“Hold on, Justin’s joining.” he said as he accepted Justin’s call and you three started a video chat

“So, any luck?” Justin asked as he was drinking water

“You know moms, they tell you their experiences and you try to take it all in. It did help, though, but I am still really confused.” you sighed as you went back to your bed and lied down

“Hey, cheer up. You have us.” Seonho chuckled as he looked at the phone and then to his computer screen

“My best-best friends?” you chuckled

“I’m still surprised at how us three became such close friends” Justin said as he was walking to his room

“We should call ourselves the three little pigs” Seonho laughed, making you perplexed and Justin scowl

“Who you calling a pig?” Justin said as he sat on his bed

“Whether you like it or not, Justin, we’re all baby piglets” you shook your head as you laughed

“You’re both beasts, and I’m-“

“A beauty?” Seonho cut off Justin, making you laugh even harder and Justin just chuckled

“I do get compliments on being beautiful” Justin smiled as he ruffled his own hair

“Gross” you muttered, making Justin roll his eyes jokingly

“Hey, I gotta finish this paper for English class” Seonho said as he looked at his phone

“Oh, right! I’ll do it tomorrow at the library. Deadline’s Wednesday anyway.” you shrugged

“Same. Y/n, help me out, alright? I gotta sleep in a while” Justin said as he lied on his bed

“Good night, piggies. See you tomorrow.” you said as you waved

“Just… why pigs!” Justin gave a straight face, and Seonho just made a piglet noise in reply before you could drop the call and laugh

You were about to put your phone to your side table and go to sleep, until you heard your notification tone ring and immediately checked your phone again to see a message from Guanlin

“What?” you said as you hurriedly sat up and suddenly had the biggest smile on your face. You opened the message to see it was a chat, so you replied immediately

“Y/n?” “Guanlin! Heyyyy~” “I thought you were asleep already, haha” “Nope! I was about to sleep” “Did I wake you up o_o” “Noooo it’s fine! What’s up?” “Um, nothing much, just… chatting with you? ^^” “Aren’t you gonna sleep soon haha” “I can’t sleep, actually. Although I might watch a bit of TV in a while” “You must have slept early back then, you’re really tall” “My dad’s tall, and I play basketball a lot. So I guess I was blessed?” “Send over some height” “If I could, I would” “Thanks in advance my friend” “Hey, y/n?” “Yep?” “I need to... find a gift tomorrow for my sister’s birthday…” “Oh! What are you getting her?” “That’s the problem, I don’t know what to give her…..” “Hmm, something she likes?” “That’s another problem, I don’t know what she likes!” “Are you serious right now” “Just… can you help me find a gift tomorrow after school? We can go to Myeongdong together…” “…sure, anything to help a friend~” “YAAAAAY \o/” “You sure do type your smileys often” “I’ll wait for you tomorrow outside your room after classes ^^” “Okay~ see youuuuu” “Good night y/n~” “Niiiiight”

You widened your eyes as you lied back down on your bed, suddenly giggling and kicking your legs around, making your blanket fall off your bed. You couldn’t stop smiling at the fact that Guanlin “kind of” asked you out. But is he doing it on purpose? Or does he actually just need help?

You buried your face in your pillow, trying to let out a small squeal as you couldn’t help but hide your excitement over how tomorrow might go with Guanlin.

[teacherunicorn]

Opposites Attract (Chapter 78)

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Despite the soft smile that usually graced his face her presence, Jervis Tetch was not a happy kid. Which was why Alyssa was so confused when he showed up at her house one day with the singular widest smile she’d ever seen.

He grabbed her hand -- something else he never did -- and yanked her outside with him before the door even closed behind his sister, who had come to play dolls with Jamie.

“What’s happening?” Alyssa gave him a look.

“You gotta see this!” he said, his grin still firmly in place. He spun to face the cracked sidewalk in front of the shack of a house, a hand digging into his pocket. “Hey!” he called out to the first person he saw; a blurry looking man who was more than likely only standing on that corner for...business reasons.

“Jervis, what are you doing?” Alyssa’s voice took on a worried tone. One of the staple rules of living in Gotham slums was not to call out to this type of person. Even those doing business with them approached quietly.

“Just trust me, ‘Lyssa.” he walked up to the man with a confidence the Jervis she knew yesterday did not posses, leaving her to run after him.

She missed the initial conversation that took place. By the time she caught up with Jervis he’d taken his hand out of his pocket to reveal one of the beat up pocket watches he liked to tinker with. The ticking coming from it sounded...odd...

“Listen to the watch.” Jervis said smoothly. “The way it’s ticking....synchronizes with your heart beat, doesn’t it?”

Alyssa looked between her friend and drug mule with a frown. Any other day such a man would be threatening them with his gun by now. But he wasn’t. Instead he seemed....she wasn’t sure. His eyes were glassy, and his arms hung limp at his sides like a rag doll’s. To be honest, she was surprised the man’s feet were still holding him upright.

“Look into my eyes.” Jervis was saying. “Not above them, not around them, but deep into their center....”

Though this man’s eyes were a thousand yards away, Jervis’ were lively and gleeful when they looked to her.

“Tell him to do something.”

“Huh?”

“Tell him to do something.” he repeated. “Anything.”

Quietly thinking her friend had finally snapped and lost his marbles, Alyssa gave the older man a look. “....Jump up and down.”

To her utter amazement, the man did so instantly, the contents of his jacket pockets shaking as he did so.

“What in the --?!”

Jervis laughed. “Stop.” he ordered the man, who immediately froze. “Bark like a dog!” A series of yips and growls started coming from his mouth.

“Jervis, what’s happening?”

“It’s the watch!” he exclaimed, holding the old thing up to show her. “I don’t know how but, something about the way it ticks, it can make people do anything!”

“You made a pocket watch that can control people?” Alyssa said incredulously. Her friend nodded.

The day Jervis first showed her what he could do, Alyssa had been very young. Though living in Gotham was a hard thing to do, even she had been an innocent child once.

It was perhaps this day, that began to put an end to that.

She turned to the barking man with a mischievous sort of smirk that only a child can manage. “Hey Fido!” she drew his attention. “You got any cash on you?”

Eyes glassed over and looking right through her, the man reached into one of the pockets of his jacket and pulled out a large wad of rolled up bills.

“Hand it over!”

Money was an extreme rarity in Alyssa’s life. While she understood the need to pay for things like food and heat more than a seven year old should, she still craved the shiny material things in life that any other child her age did.

Which was why, once her fingers wrapped around the wrinkled bills, she didn’t think twice about pulling on Jervis’ hand and heading for a toy store.

*******

It seemed as though every time Alyssa attempted to put some light back into her life, the world laughed in her face.

Ivy Pepper, who had taken up a permanent residence at the Safe Haven Hotel, was meant to be turning sixteen next week. Key word meant. No one seemed to know where she was, and it wasn’t like her to disappear without telling someone to water her plants.

Alyssa ran her fingers over the petals of a flower with a sigh. She, Selina, and a few others who had grown close to Ivy had been so excited to put this greenhouse together for her. It was the girl’s literal definition of paradise and she was certain she’d have loved it, if she ever got the chance to see it.

“....’Lyssa?” a small voice broke her out of her thoughts.

Alyssa turned on her heel and her breath caught in her throat. “Alice?”

******

Jervis insisted on spending the majority of the money they’d gotten on Alyssa. She’d told him several times to look for something for himself, but he refused to leave her side to do so. Had she not been so wrapped up in her shopping spree, Alyssa may have noticed the way the boy was watching her with a transfixed adoration.

Because Alyssa was who she was, the majority of her purchases were somewhat sensible. A sturdy pair of converse that would hold up longer than her duct tape covered sneakers. A black canvas jacket that not only kept away the city chill but it actually fit her as opposed to her oversize secondhand clothes.

But a display in the window of a higher-end toy store caught her eye. Delicate dolls in Victorian era gowns with perfect little china faces were sitting down to tea. It looked a little like one of Jamie and Alice’s set ups, and she was sure in their minds this was exactly that.

“Do you like them?” Jervis spoke up from behind her.

“I’ve never had a doll before....” Alyssa said more to herself than to him. True, Jamie was the Connors girl who was more likely to want to dress up a doll or set up a wedding for her raggedy Ann and Andy, but Alyssa could not recall the last time she had purchased a toy that did not end up being her sister’s. The older Connors simply did not have the time to play with them.

“Which one’s your favorite?” Jervis looked between her and the window display.

Alyssa studied the miniature garden party. The dolls were all extremely fancy and looked nothing like her in her jeans and t-shirt. There was one doll however that had shoulder-length brown hair like she did. Her dress was a velvety maroon color with silky accents. She had feathers in her hat.

“The purple one.” she decided, staring at the display longingly. How nice it would be to sit down to a tea party with her sister and wear a dress that wasn’t moth eaten, using a tea set that all matched. The ding of a bell over a door broke her from her daydream and she looked up to see Jervis entering the store. “Hey!” she ran in after him.

Jervis was talking to the man at the front desk and pointing towards the window display. The next thing Alyssa knew a box was being placed in her hands, the doll from the tea party staring back at her through a plastic lined window.

She looked up at Jervis, who was smiling shyly at her. A wide grin broke out on Alyssa’s face and without a second thought, she planted a kiss on his cheek. Jervis’ eyes went wide and his face flushed, making her giggle.

“Ya know somethin’ Jer? You’re the sweetest boy I’ve ever met.”

*******

The blonde had appeared shaken upon entering the greenhouse, but a smile broke out across her face at Alyssa’s recognition.

“Oh my god!” she wrapped her arms around the smaller woman. “Is this for real, are you really here?”

“Yeah, I am. It’s good to see you.”

Alyssa pulled back from the hug and studied Alice’s face with a sigh. “Wow, the last time I saw you, you were pulling the marshmallows out of a box of lucky charms. What are doing here?”

“I-I’m in trouble.” the happiness had faded from Alice’s face. “I heard you were in town, I heard about what you’ve been doing, I thought....”

“You’re safe here.” Alyssa assured her. “I promise.” her own nostalgic happiness fading, it occurred to her that if one Tetch was here the other may not be far behind. She hesitated, unsure how to approach the topic. Alice had been small at the time, but the last time Alyssa had seen the siblings in the same room was when Jervis had finally snapped. “.....Jervis?” she finally asked.

Alice looked down and shook her head. “He only got worse. Social services sent him away just before I turned ten. I didn’t get to see him after that.”

“And you said you’re in trouble....”

“Yeah.” she sighed. “‘Lyssa.....he’s obsessed with how things were when we were kids. It’s all he’d ever talk about. Sometimes....Sometimes it was like he’d even forget I wasn’t five and he wasn’t eight anymore.” she blinked and looked up in startled realization, Alyssa sharing her expression as they both remembered the piece of the puzzle that was still unaccounted for.

“Jamie.” they said at the same time.

As if on cue, the phone attached to the far wall rang.

******

Alyssa and Jervis were extremely close after that day. They took an innocent sort of delight in getting what they wanted; they were so young that the gravity of what they were doing did not occur to them.

Jervis crafted a second watch that carried the same hypnotic tune. Where his was old and beaten up, this one was a shiny gold with a design of gears and a crown on the front.

In his tinkering, he developed a small pile of spare parts. He presented the second watch to Alyssa, along with the odds and ends which he had crafted into a small golden bird on a silver chain. She seemed to like this better, but allowed Jervis to assist her in securing both around her neck.

His fingers lingered, brushing across her hair for a bit longer than they should have, but what ever trance the poor boy was under was broken when his friend turned back to face him with a wide smile.

Yes, when they were together, Jervis Tetch was the picture of innocence.

When they were apart, however....

Alyssa laughed at something the man had said. He was too far away to have heard it, but he’d know that wide smile anywhere.

Andrew Lewis was becoming a problem. It was one thing when Alyssa had been able to use her friendship with the older man to get extra sweets from the food bank he volunteered at, but thanks to him they no longer had need of food banks, therefore they no longer had need of Andy.

Yet despite the fact that it was Jervis who had given her the world, his sweet Alyssa still spent the time she was supposed to be spending with him with this...this...

He saw the smallest of smiles cross his friend’s face and his anger evaporated instantaneously. Sweet, sweet Alyssa. Though she put up a strong front, he knew that deep down she was just as broken a vulnerable as he was. She wanted what any child wanted; a family that cared about them. As her own blood failed to meet such requirements, she looked for comfort in any place she could find it.

The poor thing saw Andrew Lewis as the father she’d never had.

Well, he could fix that. A little practice and time to set up, he could make Andy obsolete.

After all, why would his Alyssa need to search out a perfect father figure when he could fix the one she already had for her?

******

Alyssa’s hand shook as she picked up the handset.

“Hello?”

“Lyssa!” a bright, cheery voice said from the other end of the line. “You don’t know how lovely it is to hear your voice again.”

Alyssa swallowed the lump in her throat. He had a point; it was one thing to see him as himself again, but it was another thing to hear his voice after all these years sans Hatter rhyming. “Jervis...” she said, glancing at Alice, silently conveying that both their fears had been confirmed.

A satisfied hum came from the other end of the line. “I know you were surprised to see me last night. It must have been jarring to see me as,” he laughed a bit. “well, as myself after so long.” he spoke of it so lightly, as though forgetting everything about yourself and becoming someone else entirely was a commonplace thing.

“...Yes, it was.” She cursed the break in her voice. It had been over twenty years, she shouldn’t still be this afraid of him!

“I was hoping to invite you to tea, for old time’s sake. I ran into a friend of yours that brought a few guest of his own.” the was a small shuffling sound. “Say hello, Victor.”

“Hello Victor.” Zasz’s voice crackled over the line.

A string of curses ran through Alyssa’s head while Jervis merely laughed. “Sorry. I slip sometimes.”

“Let them go.”

“Oh but Alyssa dear, the party is yet to begin! Can’t start without the guest of honor after all, can we my queen?”

Alyssa couldn’t help but flinch. The title had sounded kind and innocent coming from the Mad Hatter, but coming from Jervis it sent chills down her spine.

A sound came from the background, a muffled sort of wail. Jervis chuckled. “Seems I’m not the only one eager for the fun to start. I must say, that Victor friend of yours does know how to do his job well. All it took was the address of the hospital and Jamie was brought here in a flash.”

Alyssa was beginning to feel ill. Zasz and his girls, she was quite certain, could withstand almost any injury Jervis placed upon them. Even if she did not want to see them hurt -- not that she would ever tell Zasz that -- she knew they were built to handle it.

Jamie on the other hand was not. She was innocent and soft, and despite her skills at repairing injuries, she did not have the tough outer-shell that everyone else involved in this situation shared.

“.....What do you want?” her voice came out submissive and quiet, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to care.

“Now that’s more like it.” she could hear the smile in his voice. “Like I said, the party can’t start without the guest of honor. And if I know my sister I’m willing to bet she’s already found you. Bring her along as well. We can have a proper tea party like the old days.”

“I don’t know where you are.”

“Oh, not to worry my dear. Someone should be by your office with a car and proper attire shortly.”

******

When Alyssa blearily opened her eyes as the first rays of sun were beginning to poke through her dirty bedroom window, she was certain she was still dreaming.

There was no way she was smelling the sent of freshly made bacon coming from her own kitchen.

Still, a glance at the clock told her that she needed to get up to deliver her newspapers. So she dragged herself from her bed and headed into the living room, rubbing her eyes.

She rubbed them again for good measure when the pile of newspapers that was typically waiting for her on the table along with the days mail was not there. Instead, a glass vase with single orange rose sat in it’s place.

Alyssa stepped forward and ran her fingers over the petals. It was real, it was fresh, and the vase had water in it. She blinked in confusion just as the smell of bacon wafted from the kitchen again. Her mouth watering, she followed the smell.

In the kitchen, were both her parents. Wide awake and with smiles on their faces, her father was frying bacon and flipping pancakes while her mother was on the other side of the small kitchen squeezing fresh orange juice.

Okay, now she was definitely dreaming.

“Morning sweetheart.” her mother greeted her with a smile, the usual signs of a hangover on her face not present. “Breakfast will be ready soon. Your father drove around and delivered all your papers for you; we figured you could use the extra sleep.”

“The money’s in the front pouch of your backpack.” her father added in a pleasant voice she hadn’t been aware he possessed.

Alyssa could do nothing but gape. Even on their good days, her parents were never this productive. She’d never seen either of them conscious before 11am, and she could not think of a single, solitary time that they had actually given her money. Usually she had to hide it from them or one of them would take it.

Several stuttering noises came out of her throat as Alyssa raised a hand to make a point, only to lower it as she looked behind her for signs of the black hole she had apparently stepped through.

“...W-What’s happening?”

“Do you like it?” a new voice made her turn on her heel. There was Jervis; a large grin on his face, his watch dangling from a chain clipped to his pocket. “I admit working out the details took quite a while. It seems to take a great deal of effort to get someone to act so opposite of their typical nature.”

He said this with the air of intrigue he discussed all his experiments with, leading Alyssa to realize that a black hole was not the cause of her parent’s shift in behavior.

Upon closer examination, while both adults wore pleasant faces with smiles, the smiles did not reach their eyes. Instead their eyes were blank, regarding everything around them with a familiar glassy look.

Alyssa glanced back and forth between Jervis and her parents a few times. Sure, this was the happy family set up she’d always secretly wished for, but it had been such a far off wish that the change was drastic and jarring.

“You’re tense.” Jervis said sympathetically. He walked around her and pulled one of their kitchen chairs away from the table. “Here, sit, eat. I’ll get Jamie and Alice up and ready for the the day.”

“What are we doing?”

“There’s a lot of errands to be done this weekend.” her father informed, setting a plate and a bottle of syrup on the table in front of her. “Your mother is taking you and Jamie to look for new clothes as you girls are growing like weeds, and I’m on grocery shopping duty.”

“You know where the grocery store is?” Alyssa frowned.

“Course I do, kiddo.” he chuckled and ruffled the hair on top of her head.

Alyssa had flinched at the coming of his hand on instinct, but somehow the affection felt worse than the usual hits and shoves that usually came her way every time he touched her. In fact, Alyssa could not remember the last time he’d shown any kind of physical affection, if any affection at all.

Huh. So this was what it was like to have a normal family.

******

Both the car and the man driving it reminded Alyssa of her experiences with Falcone far more than she was comfortable with.

When Jervis had mentioned ‘proper attire’ for the tea party, she had been expecting fancy dresses with far more frills than necessary. Well, that was what Alice had gotten, Alyssa had been handed torn up jeans, a tshirt, a pair of black converse, and a jacket eerily similar to the one she had not worn since she was ten.

It seemed Alice had been right, and her brother was taking the phrase ‘living in the past’ to new levels.

As she slid the jacket on, on of the pockets came down heavier than the others. She reached inside and her heart stopped for what had to be the ninth time that day.

Jervis had sent her the golden bird necklace.

******

It was strange. Her parents were acting like....well, like parents. Her mother bought her clothes that were new and actually fit, her father presented her with a tub of ice cream he’d purchased from the store upon their return -- moose tracks, her favorite, something she was certain he hadn’t known.

This was the life she’d always wanted. So why was it freaking her out?

How far did Jervis’ watch actually go? Had it implanted all these details about her sizes, her favorite things, or were these things her parents had known before this morning?

It was a bitter-sweet thought if it was the latter; on one hand, they paid enough attention to her to know specifics about her, but on the other hand, they’d never put them to any use.

God, she just couldn’t be satisfied with anything could she? Here she was, hopes and dreams dropped into her lap, and still finding something to lament over.

Sigh. She needed some juice.

She pushed herself up from her bed -- newly made with Care Bear sheets -- but frowned when she noticed Jervis was missing from the room. There were Alice and Jamie, fast asleep and with properly filled stomachs for once, but wear was Jervis?

This whole day had been very odd, but something in this moment didn’t quite sit well with her. She grabbed her black canvas coat and darted from the room.

The weight of her watch in the right-hand pocket of the jacket hit against her hip as she pulled it on.

[totallytubulargirl]

Soulmate AU; Donatello X Reader

Rating: PG-13

Universe: 2016

Authors Note: Ok so if we’re talking about soulmates here, I believe that means that the universe will draw you together no matter the circumstances. I know a lot of Soulmate AU’s have them sort of communicating before they meet and they already sort of know that they are soulmates. But like if we’re speaking realistically (i mean as realistic as we can get) that wouldn’t happen right? Like you’d be drawn together over some sort of item or situation and click right away, So I sort of wrote it like that, but if you guys want the next one to be different send me an ask or something. I think Raphael is next, so if you want his to be not the same as this lol let me know. 

Summary: Donatello finds his soulmate. 

Donatello sat in the sweet rarity of silence, polishing his microscope, carefully maneuvering around the small intricate pieces. A golden chain smacked his plastron, a small stone that mimicked that color of stormy ocean clouds hung at the end. Donnie had had the broken pendant for as long as he could remember. With all the science he knew, he still couldn’t explain why he was so drawn to it. He had found it in the sewers when he was only a toddler, but even then he had thought it to be so pretty, he had placed it around his neck. At first, Splinter had thought it was cute but as the years passed he had begun to understand it held a deeper meaning for Donatello. It got the occasional giggle and tease from his brothers, but he didn’t care about that. There was something in his gut that told him it was worth it. Donatello’s phone vibrated against his hip, interrupting the silence he was so enjoying. He answered the phone, as Leo yelled something on the other side. 

“We need you on 54th!”

“Ten-four.” Replied Donatello and the line went dead. He could’ve at least said bye.

[Y/N] looked down onto her chest, gripping the broken pendant that hung around their neck tightly. They sat in her closet, avoiding the violent drunk man they called their dad. They could hear him, throwing furniture to the side, desperate to take his anger out on them. 

“Where areya!?” He roared from just outside their bedroom. [Y/N] pressed their back against the cold closet wall, shutting their eyes as tight as they could. Their hand clutched around the pendant tighter, praying that they wouldn’t be caught. They tried comforting themselves with thoughts of their mother, of her warmth and her smile. They drew themselves farther into their own memories, living for a moment in a time when they were happy, when their mother was alive, before being snapped out of it by unbearably loud thrashing noises. [Y/N] knew their father was getting closer, fear ran rampant through their mind, keeping them from making rational thoughts. They tried to keep their panting under control, “I know yer inhere sumweear.” He taunted. They knew the window facing the alley was open if they could just get to it. They took a deep breath and kissed their pendant before leaping out of the closet door into the open. Their room was a mess, a shell of its former self. Clothes were strewn across the floor, furniture was everywhere, even her ceiling light was shattered, [Y/N] rolled their eyes at the sight of their room, knowing he had been there. They didn’t have time to feel angry though, stomps were getting closer and before they could think about it, they were out the window and onto the fire escape. They scurried down the ladder, before noticing there was a street brawl going on in their alley. They kept going, unfazed to the dark underbelly of New York City. They didn’t live in the best neighborhood, so they were used to criminals. Not to mention their home situation. They kept going, ducking behind a dumpster as their father poked his head out the window. “Ya won’t gitaway dat easy.” He shook his fist after them, angrily. The gangsters fighting on ground level continued their brawl, unperturbed at the small person running away from home. [Y/N] scrunched up against the dumpster, hoping that the street fight would be over before their dad made his way down.

Donatello knew where Leonardo wanted him, but he still tracked his phone to be sure. He rounded the corner in the battle shell, honking his horn to alert his brothers of his arrival. Headlights shone brightly into the alley, bringing the battle to light. Foot soldiers surrounded the Terrapin brothers, as sirens wailed in the distant. A drunk man dragged himself into the alley, yelling slurs towards a dumpster. The foot quickly retreated, and the turtles ducked into the shadows. Donnie turned the headlights off, watching the man from the end of the alleyway. The pendant around his neck began vibrating, slowly lighting up from within. 

“[Y/N],” yelled the man from the alley. “I’m gunna fuck youap,” he stopped hurling insults at, what seemed to Donnie to be, thin air. “Just like I did yer ma.” Ouch. Even Donatello felt the sting of his words, and he felt compelled to protect the invisible victim. He quickly slipped out of the car, making his way to the drunk man from within the shadows. His necklace wasn’t doing a very good job of being stealthy, shaking more violently as he neared the man. The drunk man turned around, a scowl was plastered on his face, “What the-” was all he could manage before Donatello knocked him out. There was only a split second of rest before his necklace began tugging him behind the dumpster, Donnie slowly approached the dumpster as the necklace glowed, levitating above his chest. 

“I knew it,” He snorted to himself, so grateful to be proven right. He looked down where a small girl trembled. “Are you ok?” He asked, watching a matching necklace that glowed equally as bright as his own. They lifted her face to meet his, and he abruptly forgot every unimportant thing that had ever made him miserable in his life, because at this moment, looking into the sparkling eyes of the love of his life underneath the stars, he was the happiest turtle to ever exist. [Y/N] felt frozen, an indescribable feeling rushed through them and they were suddenly afraid to breathe as if he might disappear with their breath into the night sky. 

“Yeah."They whispered breathlessly. Donatello helped them up and they didn’t feel afraid anymore, even though their father lay unconscious at their feet. He smelled a hint of mint on their breath and Donnie couldn’t help but wonder what they tasted like. Their necklaces glowed brightly until they connected, creating a heart. The pendants seemed satisfied at finding its other half as the light from within dimmed down until it was extinguished. His brothers watched the events unfold before them from the shadows, but he wasn’t concerned about that now. 

"Should we say something?” Asked Leo only to be hushed by his youngest brother. It was like watching a movie happening in real time, but it seemed so personal it was almost uncomfortable to watch. [Y/N] told themselves not to kiss him, that they had just met him, that maybe they should be asking questions about the fact that he was a giant turtle. But all that stuff seemed less important than feeling his lips against theirs. They stood on her tippy toes to reach him and their faces converged, only able to taste the sweet sensation for a split second before a blinding white light flashed from their necklaces and blew everyone backward with a blinding explosion. Donatello’s head spun and a high pitched ringing took over his ears. He groaned in pain, crawling on all fours trying to find the girl that had so suddenly seemed to take over his life. “Donnie!” He heard a muffled voice yell. He looked to his left, Leo was trying to find the source of the obscene noise. Raphael and Mikey were ok except for the spots in their vision and the annoying noise ringing in their heads. Donatello’s glasses had been cracked in the explosion but he could still see a little. He finally found them lying unconscious, face down on the other side of the alley. He picked them up in his arms and they were so limp he feared the worst. A single tear fell from his eye as he pressed two fingers against their neck to see if they still had a pulse. 

“Please please please.” Donnie pleaded. He could feel a faint pulse thumping against his fingers softly. “Oh thank god!” He lifted them up quickly as Leo approached him. 

“Let’s get out of here!” Yelled Leo, trying to be louder than the ringing in his ears. Raphael warned of oncoming police, 

“Aye cops will be here in 60 seconds!” Mikey already stood at the manhole, opening it and waving them in. Donnie jumped in first, not waiting for his brothers to slow him down. He took off for the lair, sprinting down tunnels and passageways as fast as he could. He couldn’t let it end, not like this. He hurried past a couple of more twists and turns before finally reaching the lair. He rushed into his lab, past Splinter who was drinking tea in the kitchen. Donatello immediately went to work, hooking up her arms with wires to monitor her vitals. He spent an hour running tests to see if she was completely ok. He needed to be thorough to make sure she was ok. Donnie didn’t know why the anxiety in his chest was forcing him to work so hard for a stranger, he had saved other people before but not like this. He felt as strongly as if it were one of his brothers lying on that table. He had a lot of questions, what was that blast? Who was she? Why was he so drawn to her? They would all have to wait though as he finally sat beside her and realized the only thing he could really do was wait for her to wake up.

[Y/N] could still see a bright light that seemed to limit her vision. They could feel a presence in front of them,

“Hello?” Their voice echoed into the distance.

“Hello, my daughter.” Their mother stepped forward from the light, revealing herself. [Y/N] was in shock, was it really her?

“Mom?” They asked. She opened her arms and [Y/N] ran into them. They sobbed uncontrollably as their mother kissed the top of their head.

“My daughter,” She said, stepping back. “we don’t have much time, someone very important is working very hard to wake you up.” She smiled, placing a hand lovingly on her daughters face. Tears fell down their face, “do not cry darling,” She bent down, coming face to face with them for the first time in years. “when I died, and my necklace broke in half, I made sure the other half would reach someone worthy of your soul.” A single tear rolled down her cheek. “Donatello will take good care of you baby girl.” They wondered who Donatello was for a second, before deciding they didn’t care and throwing themselves into their mother’s arms.

“I love you, mom.”

“I love you too baby.”

A few hours had passed before [Y/N] finally woke up. They lifted their head off of the table, groggily looking around to see where they were. Wires stuck out from patches on their arms, they would’ve thought they were at the hospital but everything seemed like it was handmade. Two turtles, a blue masked one, and a purple one stood in front of them conversing before they noticed they were awake. The purple one seemed stunned at the sight of them, 

“Hello.” Said the blue one cautiously. “How are you feeling?” Their eyes lingered on him for just a second before their attention turned to the purple turtle who had so swiftly taken over their heart. 

“I think I’m ok.” They managed. None of their limbs appeared to be missing, so that was a plus. 

“Donatello here never left your side. “ The blue one nudged his elbow into the lean turtle next to him. Donnie’s eyes widened in embarrassment, turning his face a deep green.

“Donatello.” She repeated, engraving his beautiful name in her memory, that’s who her mother was talking about. He could’ve sworn they were singing his name because it sounded so pure coming from their lips. Just then two more turtles walked in with different colored masks.

“Hey, your girlfriends finally up?” Asked the biggest one. Donnie tried to wave his hands around, signaling them to stop but if they got the hint they didn’t show it. 

“Awe, now you guys can finally make out!” The small turtle brought his hands to his face and made kissy faces. Leo could see the torture in Donnie’s face and although he was amused he knew the two needed time alone.

“Come on guys.” Leo guided the other two turtles out of the room while they groaned their complaints.

“But Leo,” whined the orange-clad turtle. “We were just starting to have fun.” They closed the door behind them and the room grew silent. [Y/N] tried to get up and Donnie rushed to her side,

“Hold on,” he stopped her. “you need to rest.” His fingertips brushed her arm and he was breathless, but quickly pulled away. He could feel something coiling in the pit of his stomach, but he tried to ignore it. Why would such a beautiful human being want to be with HIM? He chuckled, “Sorry.” [Y/N] stared at him in wonder, 

“Thank you.” They finally cut through the silence. He rubbed the back of his neck modestly,

“For what?” He asked. 

“For saving my life.” They replied. He smiled and they could feel their heart stop. They could finally get a good look at the person who had saved them from their own father, and now from death. He was tall, much taller than them self. He was lean, his chest puffed out leading to a tapered waist, they had never seen anyone more attractive. His eyes seemed to be the best part about him, they seemed so honest and genuine. Glasses sat on his green snout, and he shoved them back up his face. Donnie felt like he was under a microscope, their eyes jumped from place to place, examining everything around them, even him. He tried to think of the situation logically but everything seemed jumbled in his head and he couldn’t form a solid thought without stuttering first. 

“Uh, aren’t you s-scared of me?” He asked. They almost laughed, they lived in New York City, if mutant turtles were to exist anywhere it would be in the big apple.

“You’re just greener than I’m used to.” They smiled. “And have a shell.” Donnie felt a smile creep onto his face. The room almost felt electric, but it wasn’t because of the tech,

“Thanks, I guess.” He said. “What’s your name?”

“[Y/N].” They replied. “And I’m guessing you’re Donatello?” 

“Yeah, how’d you know?” He asked.

“Do you really want to know?” They questioned. “I mean it’s kind of crazy.” They trailed off.

“Crazier than a mutant turtle living in the sewers of New York City?” They rolled their eyes, knowing he was right. “How about I unplug you from all these machines, and you can tell me your story?” They nodded in agreement. So they told him about her mother, how she had died, how her dad had become a drunk afterward. They had been running away from him when they came across the turtles fighting the foot in the alley. They finally told him about their vision.

“She was in white robes,” They explained. “She said she loved me and,” they paused, afraid of what he might say when they told him. “She told me about you.” [Y/N] stopped, looking down to fidget with her thumbs, free from the wires that had saved her life. “She made sure you got the other half of that necklace…” Words sat heavily at the edge of her tongue, unsure of whether to retreat or continue. “because you’re the only one worthy of my soul or something.” They smiled, embarrassed. Donatello stared at them, in awe of the obstacles they had overcome. He wondered if they questioned what their mother had said to them. If she really meant for a mutant turtle to receive the other half of her pendant.

“Do you believe her?” He asked. Donnie twirled the words around in his head, he believed her. The way he felt when he looked at [Y/N]… there was no other way to explain it. 

“Do you?” They retorted. [Y/N] felt a something inside of them, an undeniable feeling that told them their mother was right. They were afraid of his reaction. He seemed like a man of science like he would only believe the tangible. 

“No.” He replied, startling her. “I don’t think I am worthy of you.” Donnie looked away. A muffled “Aw.” came through the door. Donatello stood up to open the door, his brothers tumbled in, one after the other. Donnie rubbed his temples in frustration. Leo was the first one to get off the floor, helping Mikey and Raph after him.

“We were just-” Leo started.

“Just making sure you were ok, right Mikey?” Raph said, through clenched teeth. [Y/N] watched the orange turtle they called Mikey, he looked like he was about burst with a secret that could kill. He giggled before spilling the beans,

“I totally think you guys are soulmates! Ask her out Donnie!” He hollered. Donatello looked like he was going to die of embarrassment while the two other turtles ushered Michelangelo out of the room. “Do it, Donnie! Follow your dreeeeeaaammmss!” He reached for Donnie dramatically as he was dragged away.

“Sorry about that.” Leo smiled politely and closed the door behind him. The room was silent once again and Donnie wished his brothers would come back.

“So?” They asked. “Are you going to ask me out?” They bit their lip nervously. They could tell he wasn’t very forward at all, constantly afraid of saying the wrong thing. I guess it’s up to me, they thought. They stood up from the examination table. “I believe my mother Donatello.” They took a step towards him. “I mean she's never come to me like that before, why would she now?” Donnie contemplated her words taking a deep breath. 

“Why else would her necklace have exploded?” Donnie thought to himself, although he already knew inside his heart [Y/N] was his soulmate, he wanted them to be sure. His words gave her hope that he felt the same way they did.

“Exactly!” They took another step towards him, bravely taking his hands in hers, pressing them against their chest. “I don’t know about you but-” they stopped, so very terrified of pushing the words out into the open. “I can feel it.” Their heart thumped at an alarming pace under his fingertips. He was astonished, only lifting their hand to his heart to reveal a heart rate that kept up with theirs, beating in sync. “Woah.” They said in unison. “Kiss me.” [Y/N] whispered. Donatello was happy to comply, meeting her lips softly and tenderly. They kissed him back, wanting to convey how long they had been waiting for him. The two kissed passionately, as the background disappeared and only the stars that had sealed their fate surrounded them. [Y/N] pulled away and they locked eyes and they both knew that they had found their soulmate. 

[ineffablesuffering]

Many Of Horror |j.l| Chapter 1

So, I put this on wattpad but kinda neglected it, but maybe id be more likely to keep updating on this idk

ANWAY

This is my John Lennon fanfic based on this song here.

@queen-mercury-may

Prompt: Your genius friend created a time machine out of an old iPod. How it works is simple. You play a song and you’re immediately transported to the time and place that song was recorded. With a library of over 10,000 songs. You just accidentally hit “Shuffle.”

“Come on, when have my calculations ever been wrong?” My best friend Kirsty Adams told me.

“Well…”

“Shut up, that was one time!”

“You exploded your car K!” I told her.

“That was one time. This won’t explode on you, I promise.” She said, handing me the iPod.

“How do you know this even works?” I began, “Time travel is impossible!”

“I don’t know if it works. You’re gonna be the one to test it!” She said with a grin on her face. Oh, for the love of God.

“So, I’m your guinea pig?”

“Yes! Exactly.” She said excitedly, bobbing up and down on my desk chair. I rolled my eyes at her.

“What do I get out of this? Other than being transported to god knows where.” I mused.

“Um, to meet John Lennon?” She said hopefully. Damn. That sounded good. I mean of course I was 100% aware of what he was like as a person, but I couldn’t deny his talent or indeed his amazing good looks. I mean, like damn.

“Fine. Fine! I’ll try it.” I said, giving in, “but if this blows up on me, I swear to god!”

“It won’t. I promise you!” She squealed, she paused “Just don’t break it, you might not be able to come back if you do.”

“Oh no. What would I ever do? Stuck in the 60’s with The Beatles. God, I don’t know what I would ever do.” I said sarcastically.

“Just please be careful.” She whispered. I sighed and held her hand. “I’ll be just fine, Kirst.” She stretched over from where she was sitting and hugged me tightly before letting go.

“Right try it, and don’t worry about money everything gets transferred. Also, when you get there, you are dropped outside a house to stay in whilst you are there. Outfit’s also change too, so you don’t look like a sore thumb.”

“Wow. You really thought this through.” I pointed out.

“Aye, obviously. Right, go. I need to see if this works.” I looked down at the iPod in my hands. What if it worked. Oh God. My hands began to shake as I was about to select a song, but they were so shaky that I accidentally pressed shuffle. Fuck.

The next thing I knew I was standing in the middle of the pavement. I looked down at the iPod that still in my hand, it was the most modern thing around here, almost futuristic. I pressed the button in the middle to see where this thing had taken me. ‘And I Love Her’ it read. Oh. Oh! I’m in London - 1964! The weather makes it seem like February, there was a slight nip in the air. I looked down to my new outfit. I was wearing overalls with a white top. I looked a bit like I was in Dexy’s Midnight Runners. I began to think how lucky I was to have shuffle select that song. I could have ended up back in the 1800’s with Beethoven, which would have been an entirely different experience. 1964 wow. This means I could meet John Lennon, and tell him what an inspiration he has been to me and maybe kick him in the balls for being a dick. I glance up and see a young man running towards me. He stopped right in front of me and placed his hands on his knees panting heavily. I look at him for a second, the mop top giving him away. Holy shit. Keep calm Charlotte. I quickly put the iPod in my front pocket. He looked behind him and saw a crowd running towards him. He suddenly grabbed my hand and said,

“Run!” He flew off, dragging me behind him, almost tearing my arm out its socket. We darted around a corner and he pulled me into his chest as the crowd ran by. He took a step back adjusting himself before he spoke. “Sorry about that love,” his accent was so much more predominant than I was familiar with, “can’t go anywhere these days.” He said with a small smile. “What’s your name? I assume you already know who I am.” He said smugly, eye’s shining. I rolled my eyes.

“Very modest of you, Mr McCartney, but you assume well. Charlotte Rigby, but most people just call me, Lottie.” I said stretching my hand out for him to shake, but instead, he brought it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to my knuckles. My cheeks burned and I had to remind myself that this man was a charmer, and treated women with very little respect, but how many women in my day and age, can say that Paul McCartney kissed their hand? He smiled cheekily at me.

“I like you Lottie,” he said, “Where are you from?”

“Edinburgh”

“What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this?”

“I have you to thank for that Mr McCartney, you are the one who dragged me into this alley.” Paul laughed. Who knew a laugh could be so attractive?

“Call me Paul, Mr McCartney is my dad.”

“Okay then,” I said “Paul.” He smiled at me before he peaked out around the corner, cautious of being spotted again. “Look, we’ll go back to mine and we’ll find something you can wear to disguise yourself.” I said to him.

“Really?”

“Sure! Why not? You could always use a little help from your friends.” I said, daring to quote some of his later work.

“You are amazing love!”

“Let’s go, keep your head down and take my hand.” I said, taking his hand and quickly walking back down the street we came down from. As we were walking, I realised that Kirsty’s iPod worked. Wait. Kirsty’s iPod! I felt my pockets and it was there. Oh, thank fuck! We kept on walking until we reached what seemed to be my new house. My subconscious told me that there was a key under the welcome mat, I checked and there was. Wow, Kirsty had really thought of everything. I unlocked the door and quickly ushered Paul inside. I looked behind me to make sure no one had seen Paul before I stepped inside, closing the door behind me. “Feel free to make yourself at home.” I smiled, he returned the smile before heading into what I presumed was the living-room. I went up the stairs, gravitating towards the first room on the right. I opened the door and walked in. I took a deep breath. Paul McCartney was in my house. James. Paul. McCartney. Holy mother of God. I had to keep my cool. I walked over to my wardrobe and flicked through. How I loved sixties fashion. I had numerous pairs of jeans, full length and cropped, there was also loads of floral-patterned tops and dresses that weren’t really my 2017 style of dark colours. But for the 60’s: I was willing to make that sacrifice. There was also a long, camel brown trench coat. Suddenly an idea popped into my head. Hairspray. I smirked to myself, grabbing the coat, one of the multiple scarfs and a pair of sunglasses. “Paul?” I shouted

“Yeah?”

“Come up here! I have something for you.” I heard him coming up the stairs before poking his head around the door. “Come in and stand by the bed. Close your eyes.” He did as he was told. I took the coat off its hanger and helped him into it. I slipped the sunglasses onto his face, moving his hair out of the way and tied the scarf around his head. “Ok, I’m going to walk you forward to in front of the mirror okay?” Once in front of the mirror “Okay. Open.” He opened his eyes. “Paul McCartney, meet Paula McCartney.” I laughed. It was simple, but it worked.

“Paula?” He laughed

“Paula.” I confirmed.

“You think this will work?” He asked, taking off the glasses.

“Honey, I know it will work.”

“Well, if you are sure.”

“I am.” I nodded “Where do you need to be anyway?”

“Studio. John’s gonna kill me,” He said going over to the window and glancing out of it, “I really should get going.”

“We can’t have a dead Beatle, now can we?” I almost laughed.

“No, we can’t.” He smiled at me walking to the bedroom door, putting the sunglasses back on. “You coming?”

“What?”

“Are you coming or not? You can’t let lil’ old Paula McCartney walk the streets herself. Plus, John might not kill me with a pretty girl around.” He winked at me and I just laughed. It was hard to take him seriously the way he was dressed, and there was no way I was letting a chance to watch the Beatles in a session!

“Sure, why not,” I said, “Little old Paula could use the help.”

“Gear! Come let’s go.” He said taking my hand and dragging me out the house. I quickly lock the door and placed the key in my front pocket. Paul took my arm and we set off for the Studio

“So how old are you love?”

“I’m 17,” I paused and remembered the date, “It’s actually my birthday soon.”

“Really? Well, we’ll have to do something!” He said excitedly

“No, no it’s not necessary. I’m sure you’re busy with something.”

“Yeah, well that doesn’t matter. We’ll take you out for lunch!”

“Well, only if you’re sure, I don’t want to be intruding.” I said to him sincerely, but on the inside, I was screaming. He wanted to take me out for lunch? Well okay then.

The walk to the studio was nice. We talked about this that and the next thing, and just generally had a nice time. I had to admit, that I did enjoy his company more than I thought I would. As we neared the studio, I began to think that I was going to see Abbey Road, without all the tourists which was another reason I am thankful for that iPod. I asked Paul “Earlier today when you were getting chased, is it like that everywhere you go?”

“Yeah,” he started, “sometimes I miss it being quiet you know?” I smiled softly at him

“I bet you do, though it has to come with some perks you know? Girls screaming your name.”

“I’m already used to that.” He said wiggling his eyebrows, which could just be seen from the top of his glasses, and I gave him a playful slap and giggled. We reached the studio and I was almost blown away by sheer excitement, but I had to keep my wits. It was so surreal, I had the urge to walk across it and get my photo taken, but it was a few years too early for that. We headed through the main doors into a reception area where Paul stripped off his disguise and hung it up on the coat hook.

“You know, I can’t believe that actually worked!” exclaimed Paul, I just laughed.

“Do you really have that little faith in me, Mr McCartney?” I said with fake offence laced throughout my voice.

“Miss Rigby, I have all the faith in the world in you.” He retorted, opening the door to the room where they would be recording, he bowed as I walked by and I turned to courtesy dramatically, pretending to hold out my non-existent skirt.

“Why thankyou kind sir.” I said in an overly posh voice.

“I am most honoured.” He said in the same accent as me. We stopped, looked at each other then we burst out laughing walking into the room together. I wiped my tears of laughter away and took a glance at my surroundings. John was stood in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, George was sat lightly strumming his guitar with a cup of tea sat next to him and Ringo was. Well, he wasn’t there.

“Paul, where the hell have you been?” John said bitterly.

“Fans.” He replied simply, picking up his bass and tuning it.

“And who’s the bird?” John said turning his attention to me

“I think you’ll find Mr Lennon, that I don’t have wings or a beak, so if you could refrain from calling me a bird that would be lovely.” I said. Paul sniggered from behind John and George let out a chuckle from where he was sitting. “Charlotte Rigby, but most people call me Lottie.” I said offering my hand to him. John stood a bit shocked that I had spoken to him like that, but he shook my hand anyway.

“John Lennon.” He muttered

“Oh, I am aware.” I smirked at him before taking a seat next to Paul. A sense of achievement washed over me, I just talked back to John Lennon. Paul smiled at me.

“So, what are we recording today?” I asked innocently, already knowing the answer.

“Oh, just a few bits and bobs. We have a song called ‘And I Love Her.’”

“Oh! I can’t wait to hear it! I can tell I’m going to love it already!” I said enthusiastically. Paul smiled at me again.

“I hope you will.” He replied. The door opened and in walked Ringo, a tray of tea in his hands and a cigarette hanging from his lips. Adorable.

“Here, let me take that.” I sprung to my feet, taking the tray out of his hands.

“Look, the birds taller than you Ritchie!” John’s voice rang throughout the studio.

“Shut it Lennon.” I snapped. George sniggered and Paul burst into a guffaw. I turned my attention back to a very shocked Ringo. I balanced the tray in one hand, offering him my other “Charlotte Rigby, but most people call me Lottie.” Ringo shook my hand

“Richard Starkey, but everyone calls me Ringo.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” I smiled, it really was all mine. I sat the tray down on a small table to the left of me. The room fell silent, though I knew I was the reason why. I knew that prior to this point, the studio was a man’s environment, there was no sign of Yoko just yet and I couldn’t change that. No, I couldn’t change that. That was history, that was one of the reasons for the end and right now, was only the beginning. I couldn’t interfere with that. I had to be careful whilst I was here. There were so many things that I could accidentally change. I let out a small cough. “Well, I guess I should be leaving then,” I said sadly. I really wanted to see them record but I couldn’t change history. “It was nice meeting you all.”

“Do you really have to go?” Paul wined, standing up coming over to me.

“Yes, she does.” John added, rather harshly.

“Oi, no need to be mean John.” George said, it was the first time I had heard him speak today. I loved his voice, it was so calming.

“It’s fine George, this is a man’s world after all,” I said flashing him a tight smile, before turning my attention back to Paul. “Plus, I don’t want to interfere.” Paul smiled sadly, nodding his head.

“I understand.”

“It was lovely to meet you though.” I said to him.

“And you. Thank you for helping me.”

“Not a problem.” I told him making my way out of the door. “Bye Ringo, Bye George, Bye Paul,” I said addressing each of them. “John.”

I left the studio with my hands in my pockets. Once I was in the safe proximity of the outside world, I let out a shaky sigh before hopping down the stairs. The experience was surreal. I met John and George. They were alive. I started making my way along the streets of London where I came from. Reaching my new house, I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I couldn’t believe the iPod fucking worked. I started chuckling to myself and soon, I was almost on the floor because I was laughing so hard. It actually worked, and now I was going delirious. I collapsed to the floor in my laughing fit, tears streaming down my face. Who knew how long I was sitting there.

Once I had calmed down I thought it might be best to check out the house that I was living in. I looked up to be greeted with the sight that I noticed when I entered the house for the first time. The carpet was a light caramel, plain and simple and continued up the stairs to where the bedroom was. There was a door right in front of me, and to my left an open door which made me believe that that was the living room. I went to the closed door first. Pulling it open I was greeted with a bathroom. Nice, I thought to myself, that might come in handy. I laughed at my own joke. I walked into the living room. The carpet was all weirdly designed in all these different colours and shapes. The walls were white and had a yellow accent wall. There was a glass door which led into the Kitchen. I headed back up the stairs and opened the other doors. A spare bedroom, an extra bathroom and storage.

I headed back to my new room to study it further. Apart from the wardrobe and mirror that I had already seen, there was a Vanity table underneath the window which faced the streets. Beside that was a record player on top of a set of cupboards. I knelt and opened the cupboards and gasped. In front of me was pile upon pile of records, from Johnny Cash to Vera Lynn, from Little Richard to Frank Sinatra and everything in between. There was a feeling of disappointment in me as there was no Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd but still, I squealed and grabbed ‘I’ve Got You Under My Skin.’ I gently took it out of its sleeve and placed the record onto the turntable before dropping the needle. After a crackle, the smooth Jazz voice of Frank Sinatra flowed out of the system, and into the air around me. I stood up and started swaying to the music that was being produced. I twirled just as the doorbell rang. I quickly stopped and turned off the music. No one knew where I lived. No one but…. Paul! I quickly bounded down the stairs and opened the door to indeed Paul who was standing holding my scarf, jacket and sunglasses that I had completely forgotten about.

“Hello Paul! Please come in.” I smiled stepping aside to let him in.

“Thanks.” He grinned. He came inside, we made our way into the living room after I shut the door. “Oh, here.” He said offering my clothing to me. I said my thanks and took them off him and placed them neatly on the arm of the chair.

“Tea?” I asked

“That would be lovely.”

I opened the kitchen door and beelined for the kettle, I took off the lid before filling it with water and setting it down before flicking the switch. There was a silence between us no one knowing exactly what to say.

“So,” Paul coughed “I want to apologise on behalf of John for his behaviour.” He walked in and leaned up against the worktop

“It’s okay,” I smiled, opening a cupboard and praying to find mugs. I did. “I know people like that, I can handle it.”

“It seemed like it!” He chuckled. “He was silent for the rest of the day! I haven’t seen anyone speak to him like that.”

“Milk? Sugar?” I asked putting a tea bag in each mug, filling it up with the hot water, a smug smile on my face.

“Please.” I took out the tea bag and added milk and sugar “You know, you’re different Lottie.”

“Really? How so?” I said handing him his mug.

“Thanks,” he took a sip “I don’t know, you just seem more how do I put it?”

“More?”

“More independent, more capable.”

“In what sense?” I asked confused. The Beatle took another sip of his tea.

“You don’t need anyone to stick up for you, you handled it pretty well.”

“Thanks. I need to know how to where I’m from.” I said choosing my words carefully. One slip of the tongue and it’s out there. Paul only took a sip from his tea.

“So, how did today go?”

“Great thanks! We got the song recorded, and started on a few other things.” Paul’s eyes twinkled when he talked about music, it was so nice to see how passionate he was about it. “I’m sorry you couldn’t stay.”

“It’s fine.” I sipped my rea. There was another silence. “Oh shit, I left a record on my turntable!” I remembered.

“What record?”

“Frank Sinatra.”

“Oh gear! Mind if I come check it out?”

I shrugged “If you want to.” We sat down our mugs and made our way upstairs to my room Paul clocked the open cupboard and instantly made his way over to it flicking through each individual record, examining it with care. I on the other hand just sat on the bed watching him do so. Paul stood up and replaced the needle to the start of the Frank Sinatra record that I had been playing and before long the sultry sound of I’ve Got You Under My Skin come back on. Paul walked over to where I was sitting and offered his hand. I smiled at him and took it. He took me to the middle of the room and pulled me close to him, I flushed at the contact. He held one of my hands in his and had it pressed on his shoulder, whilst his other hand snuck around my waist. I placed my free hand on his arm. Funnily, I had just noticed that we were the same hight so I could look him directly in the eyes as we danced. We swayed and almost waltzed around my bedroom, Paul twirling me every so often. I laughed and so did he. We played record after record just dancing, neither of us noticing the time or the sky getting gradually darker. We collapsed on my bed slightly out of breath, we looked at each other and just laughed. I could see each other becoming close friends, but I didn’t know how long I was going to be here for. A slight frown appeared on my face and Paul was quick to notice.

“What’s wrong?” he asked

“It’s nothing,” I sighed moving a stray bit of hair from my forehead. “It’s just,” I paused trying to think of the words to say “Will we ever get to meet again? I had a great time today and I don’t want this new-found friendship to go down the drain you know?”

“I know what you mean. I hope that we can meet up again. Maybe I could stop by after I finish up at the studio tomorrow?” He said, sitting up. I sat up too.

“I’d like that,” I smiled “I’ll be sure to have the kettle on.”

Paul laughed, “I look forward to it.”

“You’d best be going then.” I said glancing at the clock, almost 11.

“Yeah, I guess I should.” He sighed standing up. We walked down the stairs and I opened the door for him.

“Tell the boys I said hello.”

“I will do, I’ll see you tomorrow Miss Lottie.” He said pressing another kiss to my hand.

“See you tomorrow Paul.”

[saeranoppa]

Hi! Can we get the RFA trying to comfort an MC who feels inadequate joining the RFA because everyone's so accomplished in there (either rich, a genius, or talented tbh) and she was just kind of thrown in because of Unknown? I'm sorry if that's oddly specific, but I just had that thought earlier and I love your scenarios/imagines. Thanks~!!!

i’m such a huge piece of shitfor taking this long. i have over 60 requests. i suck ass. i’m sorry. i’msorry. i’m sorry but like i have other stuff i need to do and inspiration justdoesn’t come and it would turn out really shitty otherwise. oH, and thank youso much! and also, it was kind of easy to write this since i can kind ofrelate. i’ve been feeling like that lately.

Two days ago, the entire RFA attended an interview since theassociation started getting more and more attention with each passing day. Youractions not going unnoticed by the world, so it was only natural for the worldto want to know more about all of you.

You were ecstatic about the interview.

They started with Jumin, CEO of C&R International, who wasfollowed by Zen, renowned and incredibly talented actor, then Jaehee, (was/is)head assistant at C&R International and an incredibly hard working woman.After her, they started interviewing Yoosung, who was now an incredible studentat one of the most prestigious universities in Korea and who had an extremelybright future. 

Seven decided not to take part in the interview for securityreasons, but he was a genius and the brains behind the app and security of theorganization. But everyone knew he was essential to the RFA. 

Finally, it was your turn to be interviewed. You had thepossible answers for the interview well-rehearsed thanks to Zen. Everyone haddone an amazing job which only made you strive for perfection.

“How did you join the RFA?”

“What do you do for theorganization?”

“Is it true that you took thelast Coordinator’s place?”

“Do you think you’re living upto the last Coordinator’s prestigious reputation?”

You noticed that the questions started getting harsher andharsher, and it wasn’t until some technical difficulties with the lights andsound, that the interview came to an end.

You were sure Seven had something to do with it. 

Your friends and lover weren’t dumb, they noticed the anxietythat soon started suffocating you thanks to your body language. Zen was thefirst one to notice, so when the interviewer asked if they could continue theinterview elsewhere, he intervened and told her in his ever-charming way thatthey were unable to stay any longer. 

It didn’t surprise you when the interviewer and the producersdecided to call it a day.

You were finally home. Everyone was gone because they all had work to do and you conveniently had a day off.

Sitting on the couch, you started going over the interview andit suddenly hit you.

You weren’t worthy of being inthe RFA.

There was a suddentightness around your throat as the fact that the only reason you joined wasbecause you had to. That the only reasonyou were part of this amazing organization was because you had been dumb enoughto listen to a stranger and go deliver a phone that wasn’t even yours. The onlything you did was put yourself and the entire organization at risk.

You were not special.

You were nothing.

Yoosung

You were supposed to see each other today to go on a date. Why?Because exams were over!!!!! And this nugget was excited to celebrate with yousince he had a feeling he did an amazing job.

He was surprised when he noticed that you weren’t already at thecafe you agreed on meeting at. 

15 minutes went by and there was no sign of you.

Worry started filling his mind when fifteen minutes turned intothirty.

He’d sent you a couple of texts but you didn’t reply.

Finally he decided to call you, and when he was about to end thecall, you answered.

Your voice sounded slightly hoarse and he swore he could hearsome faint sniffling.

“Uh, (y/n). Where are you?”

Shit. Your date. 

You shot up from the couch and ran towards the closet, trying tofind something decent to wear.

‘Wow, even for a task as easy as remembering acompromise, you really are incompetent.’

He heard shuffling on the other end of the line and that wasenough to let him know you were home.

He also heard you drop something which was followed by a longstring of curses with a shaky voice he knew all too well.

In a matter of minutes, you heard the front door open, thenclose, and finally your name being called out by the man you love.

“(y/n), where are you!?” hecalled out, concern evident in his voice.

You quickly made your way to the bathroom and noticed that youreyes were still slightly red and puffy.

You quickly rubbed your eyes and as you were about to splashsome water on your face, your boyfriend appeared by the doorframe.

Yoosung wasn’t as naive as everyone thought he was. Yes he wasyoung, but he wasn’t stupid nor blind.

Therefore, he was quick to put the pieces together. 

He was by your side in a matter of seconds, his arms envelopingyour smaller frame.

“What’s wrong?” he mumbled, hislips resting on your temple.

You shook your head and put on a kind but fake smile, just asZen taught you, and looked up at him.

“You worried me. You hung up so suddenly andcame here unexpectedly! I’m so sorry I forgot our date! I know you were eager,but it’s okay. There’s still time. Let’s go! We can have a lot of fun if we putthe time left to good use!”

And you started rambling. That was never a good sign.

“(y/n).”

“Come on Yoosung. Let’s go!” you tried breakingfree from his embrace, trying hard not to let him know what was truly botheringyou.

“(y/n),” he repeated himself.

“I read that it was going to be cold today soyou better get a coat or something!” just as you were about tolet go Yoosung did something he rarely did.

“(y/n)!!”

He raised his voice.

That was enough to snap you back and make you stare into thosebeautiful violet orbs.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong. I’m worriedabout you,” he carefully turned you around before running hisfingers through your (h/c) tresses.

What made you crack was how apprehensive he looked. You didthat.

A few tears started filling your eyes, but not enough for themto spill. You’d cried enough by yourself and it was difficult to shed even moretears now.

“I…” you rested your foreheadagainst his chest, “Remember the interview we had acouple of days ago?”

He nodded, his hand now running up and down your back.

“It made me realize how I’m… nothing comparedto all of you.”

He blinked once, twice, before frowning and pulling back,staring down at you with nothing but rage in his eyes. 

“I knew that interviewer was crossing the linewhen she was asking you about your job in the RFA! I knew it wasn’t just me!”

He sounded enraged, his lipsnow finding their way to your cheek.

Slowly, you shook your head as your hand came to rest on yourboyfriend’s shoulder, “No, she was right. I… I wasforced to join. I had no choice. Not that I regret joining, I just… Ijust had to.  I enjoyedit, I still do. Being part of the RFA is a big blessing, I got to meet you.But… I’ve done nothing. I’m no one.”

“Don’t. Just don’t.”

“Says the guy who’s part of the top universities in the countryand to top it, one of the best students in their generation. The one who was abright future ahead of him and is sure to succeed in everything he wishes. Youwere made to be in the RFA. I just… I’m…”

“You couldn’t be more wrong.”

His voice was surprisingly quiet and calm, but you couldn’t helpbut feel a twinge of sadness.

Just as you were about to speak up, he said, “Before you came into the RFA you know exactly whereI was, who I was, how careless and utterly depressed I was.You know how much of an impact you’ve made on my life. I knowyou do because I always tell you. And you’ve also touched and changed the othermembers’ lives. You changed me. You gave the comfort and that push I needed to move forward. You did that. Youalso deal with some of the most important persons and businessmen and women, thatis no easy task at all. Please don’t underestimate yourself. You’reso special. You’re one of a kind. I… I don’t know what would’ve happened tome if you hadn’t come into my life. You’re my blessing.”

Still, you didn’t cry. You really, really couldn’t bringyourself to. Instead, your arms snaked around the blond man’s waist as yourforehead rested on his chest.

“You sure know how to make someone feelbetter,” you giggled before sniffling twice.

“I meant it.”

“I know.”

Zen

He came home from rehearsals that night.

To be honest, he’d been quite worried for you lately. 

We all know this man’s a great actor, so trying to out-act himwas… well, impossible.

He saw right through those fake smiles, through those “I’m fines”, and noticed the slight wavering of yourvoice.

He knew the reason why. He knew.

Zen just wanted to give you time to process your feelings andthink rationally, but it seemed that he would need to intervene this time.

But that night, instead of being greeted by a kiss, it was bythe faint sound of sobbing in the distance followed by silence.

You definitely heard him come home.

Immediately you covered yourself with the bed sheets and triedyour best to even your breathing, attempting to find a steady rhythm but to noavail.

You heard the soft click of the door being opened.

“I know you’re awake, honey,” hisvoice was soft and laced with worry.

Still, you refused to move. You didn’t want him to see you likethis. He who shined so bright only being clouded by you.

Your breath hitched when you felt weight on the other side ofthe bed followed by a strong and muscular arm being wrapped around you,bringing you close against his chest.

“It’s the interview, right?” heheard a soft sob escape your lips and his hold on you became slightly tighter.

You cursed at yourself for allowing such thing to happen, still,you were busted. Might as well go with it.

“Y-Yeah,” you said shortly.

He nodded once before gently removing the bed sheets from you,somehow managing to position you on top of him, his lips resting on yourforehead. 

“Babe, you know you’re essential to theorganization, right?”

Silence.

“You can’t be serious…” hemumbled, his grip loosening slightly.

“What? Feeling disappointed? No wonder. I mean,you’re Zen, the prodigy actor, human embodiment of angelic beauty! You shine sobright, you are just… blinding. And I’m just me. Dull. Gray. I did nothingspecial to join, I was just stupid enough to obey a complete strange-”

You weren’t allowed to finish because you were suddenly turnedaround and a pair of soft lips were pressed firmly against your own, as yourboyfriend’s hands slowly ran all the way down to your lower back, pressing youcloser to him.

“First of all,” he mumbledagainst your lips, tickling your skin with his breath, “you aren’t dull. You brought my dull life a lot of meaning. I’mnot ungrateful towards my fans or my fellow cast members, even less towards theRFA. It’s just that… every day was the same and you suddenly came in andchanged everything and I just. I love you. And I want you to believe inyourself more. You aren’t nothing. You never were. You’re a powerful beingwho’s able to completely turn around a person’s life for good. You are amiracle to the RFA.”

The man didn’t even allow you to speak since his lips werealready back on yours and never left your body that night.

Jaehee

Unlike the other two, the day after the interview she was quickto be by your side and hold you close.

“Are you okay?” she placed herhands on the side of your arms, rubbing them in a comforting manner. 

You simply stared at her, a lump suddenly appearing in yourthroat, “I… I’m unworthy. I’m inadequate to be in the RFA. I… Jaehee,I’m nothing. You’re… You’re incredible. You’re so strong, independent, yourun your own business, you were Jumin’s assistant, you helpedthe RFA more than any other member ever did, more than I ever did and I amcalled the damn coordinator,” you scoffed, “What a joke. You, Jaehee, you’re incredibly, you’re so hardworking, you’re capable of anything and I… I’m nothing.”

Nope.

She wasn’t having it.

This woman was treated like she was nothing for a big part ofher life and she didn’t want the person she loved most in this world to feelthe same. She just wasn’t going to let thathappen.

Jaehee grabbed your hands and brought them to her lips, all thewhile keeping eye contact with you, enjoying the light and unintentional blushthat managed to creep onto your face the moment her lips made contact with yourskin.

“Please, (y/n), you are… you are amazing.I know I’m not very good at constantly saying things like this. But I need youto listen to me,” she cleared her throatbefore looking into your shining eyes, God, she was so in love with you, “You may think you’re nothing. But believe me. You’re not. Youhelped me overcome a completely unhealthy living style, you pushed to start myown business, you are what made my life worth living. You are whatmakes me want to take risks now, you are the one person I always want to bewith. I don’t know what my life would’ve been if you had never shown up. I… Iam so in love with you and hearing you say things like that about yourselfbreaks my heart. So, please, love, don’t. You are amazing as you are. And Idon’t care what you say, you need to believe me when I say that you’rehardworking and ambitious and kind and simply a beautiful human being.”

She was out of breath when she finished talking, it was quitecute. 

“Do I make myself clear?” shepressed a gentle kiss against your lips, lingering for a few moments beforepulling back.

Jumin

You’d been quiet thatnight during dinner, answering his questions about your day with shortsentences.

“Honey, are you feeling okay?” he asked as his hand reached for yoursmaller one.

You offered him a smallsmile before nodding once and setting your fork down. You didn’t have much ofan appetite that night.

“I’m not really hungry, baby. I think I’m going to shower and then headto bed…” you trailed off and stood from your chair.

But before you couldeven make it to the door, there was an arm blocking your way.

You looked up only tofind his piercing metallic colored eyes looking at you with concern etched intothem.

“You really are bad at faking a smile,” he stated quietly as hisfingers moved to cup your delicate face.

You scoffed playfullybefore shaking your head briefly and gently pushing his arm down.

“I’m fine, really. I just need some rest.”

And the subject wasdropped.

It wasn’t until hewoke up in the middle of the night, tried reaching out for you, only to findyou gone.

He shot up from thebed in an instant and rushed outside, frantically looking for you.

This man was fucking mortified because he just couldn’tfind you anywhere inside the penthouse.

Just as he was aboutto contact security he noticed the outline of a person leaning against thebalcony, your outline.

In a matter of seconds,he was outside, his ears soon drowned by the sound of your soft sobbing.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap. C r a p.

He wasn’t sure how toapproach you, since there was a reason you chose to cry by yourself.

But you looked solonely and his heart couldn’t take it. It was impossible for him to just leaveyou like that. He couldn’t.

It was his job as yourlover and husband.

Slowly his arms snakedaround your waist as his lips came to rest on your right shoulder.

He noticed the initialtension that overtook your body at the unexpected embrace.

But you graduallystarted relaxing.

No words wereexchanged for a couple of minutes until he cleared his throat and said, “Can you tell me what’s troubling you now, mydear?”

His hands startedrubbing slow circles on your sides, the now steady rhythm of his breaths managingto calm you down significantly.

“I’m sorry I worried you, Jumin,” you mumbled, turning aroundcarefully and brushing your lips against his own.

“It’s just that…” you let out a shaky breath before continuing, “Am I really worthy of being part of the RFA?”

He was caught offguard.

To be honest, he neverexpected you to ask something like that.

“What do you mean if you are worthy of being part of it?” he almostcouldn’t believe your question.

How could you everdoubt something like that?

“Well, yeah, it’s just. I,” you paused briefly before continuing, “I’m nothing special.”

And then it hit him.

The interview.

Zen wasn’t the onlywho noticed how your body language started screaming “anxiety” during theinterview, but back then he really couldn’t understand why you would get likethat. He really thought you were just getting nervous because it was your first time being interviewed.

But he had been utterly wrong.

“What are you talking about, (y/n)? Younot special?” his voice expressed nothing but pure disbelief, “You are one in a million. One in a billion.You’re unique, my goddess.”

This man alwaysmanaged to make you blush.

But still…

You shook your head,resting your forehead against his chest, taking in his addicting smell.

“No. I’m not. I’m just some dumb girl who thought that doing somestranger a favor would do some good. But instead I successfully put everyone’slives in danger. The questions made me realize how utterly useless and patheticI am compared to Rika.”

Her name left a badaftertaste on your mouth.

But this man wasn’thaving.

He pulled back fromthe embrace, his eyes boring into yours.

“Listen to me very carefully, (y/n). I never, ever, want to hear you speak in such a way of yourself. You are thewonderful woman that was capable of bringing down the walls that surrounded me.You are the woman who manages to bring life to a dull room. You are someone whomanages to make everyone around her smile. You are an amazing person, my love. AndI don’t want you to think of yourself as anything less than a Queen, because that iswhat you are. My beautiful Queen. The fact that you weren’t capable of coming tome at first really hurts me, (y/n). I beg of you, next time, if something everbothers you, please don’t hesitate and talk to me, that’s what I’m for. I’mhere to be your support just as you are mine, my dear.”

Seven

Of course he knew whatwas wrong with you.

He was the one whocaused the technical difficulties.

And as soon as youcame home you felt his arms wrap around your body.

He caught youcompletely off guard.

You wouldn’t even tryto hide it from him.

It was common sensethat he understood what you were feeling.

“You do realize you’re essential to us? To me?” his words were whatmade the tears you’d been holding back, spill.

You hid your face inthe crook of his neck, your teeth biting into your lower lip to keep your sobsfrom being released.

You didn’t want Saeranlistening to your annoying sobbing.

“I am nothing compared to all of you, Saeyoung. You are a genius, Jumin’s a CEO, Jaehee might aswell be the real Coordinator of the RFA, Zen is a prodigy, and Yoosung’sassisting one of the best universities in Korea. And what am I doing? Nothing.I just answer stupid e-mails. I was idiotic enough to endanger all of you bylistening to some random stranger!”

Your hands were nowlost in his ginger locks, grabbing fistfuls and gently tugging on them.

His smell was welcomingand slightly soothing. The simple fact that he was right there, in front of you,brought you immense comfort.

Once those words leftyour lips, the man carried you, locked your legs around his waist and made his way towards your shared bedroom.

He let himself fall onthe bed, bouncing a couple of times before finally looking straight into youreyes.

“I just want to let you know that you were the one that brought me andmy brother together. You were the one who made me open up, who made me believeI deserve happiness in my life. Who stood by my side even against great odds.You are the person I completely fell in love with, you are the one who saved mefrom myself. You are. No one else.”

He kissed you brieflybefore continuing.

“How can you be worse than the woman who killed the man she supposedlyloved? How can you be worse than the woman who kidnapped a child and made himbelieve his brother abandoned him? How can you be worse than the woman who threatenedto hurt her friends? How can you believe you are worse than that evil witch?(y/n), you are my angel. My savior. My real, honest to God, savior. You are myhope, my life. I don’t know where I would be without you. So please, don’t everthink of yourself that way because it breaks me. It breaks me to see someone aspure and kind as you belittle yourself in that way. I’m the one who’s doneawful things. I was part of a secret agency. And you still chose to stay by myside. How on Earth could you be useless?”

The look he gave youas he spoke, transmitted nothing but raw, strong loving.

His hands were on yourback, pressing you closer with every passing second.

At this point, alldoubt left your mind.

He made it all goaway. All the pain you were feeling just up and vanished because he was right.

He was your light andyou were his.

Your hand cupped hischeek, a few tears slowly running down your face.

“How can I love you so much, Choi Saeyoung?” you whispered.

Your fingers startedtracing his pink lips, your eyes never leaving his.

“You are my angel, (y/n). Please don’t ever doubt that,” hewhispered back.

“And you are mine,” you murmured, your breath now tickling his lips.

He couldn’t stand it.

Saeyoung’s hand made its way to the back your head, his fingers tangling with your hair, beforepulling you closer.

He was too slow.

You wrapped your arms aroundhis neck and let your lips hover briefly over his own, “I love you.”

The kiss didn’t startslow and gentle, like it usually did. It was hot and desperate and needy.

Saeyoung wasdesperately trying to bring you closer and closer to him, his hands tugging onyour hair ever so lightly.

You responded byslowly pushing back against the bed, never breaking the kiss.

It was almost as ifyou were clinging onto each other for dear life.

And it wasn’t until theboth of you were completely out of breath that you pulled back.

Saeyoung’s handsslowly started running up and down your back, his lips hovering over your jaw.

“I love you too, (y/n).”

And that night wasfull of searing kisses and gentle touches.

I’m sorry if this was shitty. I haven’t written in a while bcs I’m a huge piece of shit :)

[har-rison-s-imagines]

cuddle? - a fluffy george harrison one-shot

a/n: heyy loves this is for my friend @ringo-im-sixteen-deactivated201 but she deactivated :(( or something, but here is the imagine she was really craving (and made me crave it too) yaaah enjoy!!

based on: Okay... so like i was just craving cuddling w george / YES OKAY i mean nothing too specific but just like in a ton of blankets and pillows and like in a cocoon and with your head on his chest and he is just like stroking your hair and talking and maybe there is a thunderstorm or something maybe or youre just eating and watching movies in bed in the dark and ugh all toasty and SPPOONING JIAIDEBF / This makes me so happy thinking about this / I guess like late 60s early 70s george at friar park

warnings: cuteness

“george love?” y/n called out after hearing the entrance door close with a bang. the girl had to make sure it was george who had walked in the house, although maybe it was just an automatical thing. she heard a ‘yeah?’ from the stairs and footsteps coming towards the room she was in. soon she saw her favourite person in the whole world stepping through the door of their shared bedroom. the top half of his quite long hair was put up in a messy knot - by himself - and he wore a slightly dirty and worn out white button up shirt.

he stopped once he saw his girl. she was laying in bed, her legs tied together and exposed to the warm temperature of an early summer that reached the indoors. her back was resting on the bed’s matress between white sheets and her head was lying in the pillows, her hair sprawled out around her head.

y/n smiled lazily at george and somehow felt naked because of george having his eyes focused on her body. “hi.” she said. george hung his head back and smiled widely at her, his movements slow.

“‘ello, love.” he replied.

“tired much?” y/n raised an eyebrow while speaking. george slowly nodded. y/n shifted onto her side and stretched her arms out to george, motioning with her hands for him to come and join her. george immediately detatched himself from the wall he was leaning on and took a few steps to the bed and fell down next to y/n. moments later, he shrugged off his trousers and was only left in his shirt and boxers, just like y/n.

george’s tired eyes watched y/n’s orbs for a few moments and then he kissed the top of her head and turned her body around by holding her waist. he then pulled her slightly on top of him and they both looked out of the window in the wall before them. there were clouds in the sky and the sun was nearing the end of setting, as much as y/n and george could see.

“have they called yet? about reichen?” george spoke, disrupting the comfortable silence that had set in the whole house. y/n shook her head slightly.

“not yet.” she replied. george moved his fingers into y/n’s hair and softly carressed her roots, which made y/n sigh softly in happiness. “i hope she’s okay.” y/n spoke.

“she will. i know she likes you more than me,” george stated, “and don’t worry, she’ll be okay.”

“it seems funny to me how much a cat can mean to a person.” y/n admitted. “but i can’t imagine the past few years without her.”

george was silent, his fingers getting carried away in y/n’s soft hair. suddenly, there was a sound of a guitar playing through a record player. both y/n and george jumped at the sudden playing of the record player. george almost fell out of bed. both of their heads turned to the direction of the player and, sure enough, it was on and playing a tune. y/n furrowed her eyebrows, as did george, just not as intense.

“why is it playing?” he asked slowly and quietly.

“i don’t know…” y/n trailed off and sat up in the bed and then got on her feet on the carpeted floor of the bedroom. george almost whined at the loss of contact, he felt so peaceful and heavenly just seconds before.

he watched as y/n walked up to the record player and watched it. “ah!” she exclaimed a few seconds after. then came a fit of giggles from her. george smield to himself. “the vinyl was stuck for a while and now it started playing again.” y/n said and laughed again. she turned back around to lie in the bed cuddled up to george again as the smooth and deep voice of elvis sung through the room. it felt for george as if he was a magnet that y/n - a small piece of metal - was slowly reconnecting to again while she made her way back to him on the bed.

y/n was again close to george, her back against the matress, george laying on his side and watching her face and eyes change emotion while she played with one of their kittens, that had found them in their bedroom, in her hands. y/n starting humming along ‘love me tender’ that was playing in the background and george sighed out.

“you know,” he started to say, “i think it’s funny how anything or anyone can mean very much to a person, really.” george paused, looking out the window. y/n turned her head to him, watching his eyes get lost in his thoughts. it was very much visible physically. “and how little time it takes. it can be just seconds, minutes or hours.” he said and looked down at y/n and the kitten again. “then again, that’s how much time it takes to completely lose care or interest for anything.” george admitted. “time’s such an interesting thing, although, i think, very misleading.” george paused again to yawn. “you know, for some people, it’s money or cars or houses they care about. that seems silly to me.” he admitted. “but to me, it’s people. or you, if we are presise.”

y/n felt her cheeks blush a deep shade of red. she still got blushes from beautiful things george said to her. “oh, george,” she said, “your words are making me blush.” she let the kitten rest on her chest as she hid her rosy cheeks from george. he smiled as wide as ever, all his teeth and fangs showing.

“aren’t you glad it’s me?” he teased.

“what kind of question is that?” y/n managed to say between her laughs. george just shrugged and pulled her body closer to his again, her back against his chest. “ah, you always like to be the big spoon, don’t you?” y/n spoke as she pet the small kitten that had fallen on the matress due to george’s movements.

“well, i do need to show the manly side of me somehow.” george said. y/n laughed again, her body slightly shaking against george’s while doing so.

“i think you’ve showed it, haven’t you?” she asked. “you let me be the big spooner only when you’re feeling down.” y/n whined. “but that’s alright. i have to show my strong side, too.” george chuckled. “anyways, did you do much in the garden?”

“it’s eden.” george corrected.

“oh, right, sorry.” y/n said and chuckled. she lately forgot how george had preferred their enormous garden to be called ‘eden’. “but did you?”

“yeah, there were some parasite greens growing next to the roses you planted, so… i got those out.” george said. “and i just watered some of the others.”

“you dug all parasites out?” y/n asked with raised eyebrows.

“yeah.”

“so that’s why your shirt is looking nasty?” y/n chuckled. george smiled.

“probably. and my face, too.” he admitted.

“well, you could do a shower maybe.”

“mm, yeah.” george said. “and i’m probably real sweaty. and my hair is dirty, too.” he added, trying to get to his point. “and my back probably needs some washing, right where i can’t reach it.”

“oh.” y/n acted innocent, but she knew what george was getting at. “then we could both use a shower, huh?”

george congratulated himself inwardly. “yes, yes of course.” he said, clearing his throat.

“let’s just cuddle a little more, and then shower.” y/n said with a wide smile threatening to stretch across her face. such a nice day.

[ancientbooshartifacts]

Bailey's on Me CoCoaPuffs!

Author: Brain_Secretary

Year: 2009

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Saboo/Tony Harrison

The night was beginning to wind down at the Shaman Shack, where the famous Board of Shaman were celebrating their approval for a spin-off series. The bar was swimming with the sounds of glasses clinking, groupies giggling, magic men laughing loudly and of course, the singing; “We’re super magic men! We go on at 3 am! Although we’re on The Mighty Boosh, we’ll kill them lads! Watch for proof!” After the minutes turned to hours, the board were wasted. Dennis, Head Shaman, was off caressing himself and sniffing the curtains, all while softly weeping. He would say later that he had taken the wrong pills for his migraines and that it mixed with the mass quantity of alcohol that he consumed.

 But everyone knew that he had only had a few sips of his pint and spilled the rest. Kirk was on the bar wooing four groupies who eagerly awaited escorting him to his hotel room. The wild, red-haired magic man Barry had popped by to join the festivities. He had four Mick Jaggers and half a crate of poppers. Now he was over by the jukebox with his arms around two beautiful, curvaceous young women; a tall blonde and a shorter queen with jet black hair. They remind one of this unsuccessful duo from a few years back… Naboo and Bollo were finished with their karaoke rendition of Fleetwood Mac’s “Tusk” and were staggering around trying to remember the lyrics to “Peacock Dreams”. They soon gave up on it and launched into another track from “Tusk”. Saboo was drunk, but he still had the capacity to hate.

“You’re rubbish ya berks! Shut it!” Saboo shouted. He hated Fleetwood Mac not only because they were indeed bullshit munchers, but also because it seemed that people hadn’t had enough of them in the 70’s and had to keep playing their songs. Yes, there was that one track off of “Rumours” that didn’t suck so hard, but “Tusk”?! ONE song off that album got airplay! ONE! These thoughts were racing through his head and he shouted, “No one knows that shite! It sucked in ‘79 and it sucks now!”

“Oooooh! Ease up on it ya nonce!” Saboo didn’t even have to turn around. He knew that it was the unmistakable voice of Tony Harrison. “Tusk was brilliant! Buckingham at his best! Have you listened to Not That Funny? Absolutely genius!” “Can it, you magenta mongrel!” “If I weren’t so wasted, I’d come at you, ya ball bag!” “Get back in your box, you pink poof! You’ve had enough!” “Had enough?! I’ve only just begun! I’m toppin’ it off with Bailey’s on me Co-Co Puffs!” “Oh! Sick you are!” Saboo watched in disgust as the little pink octopus slithered [is that the appropriate term?] over to the bar. He stared in silence as Harrison tried to climb up to the bar to order his hideous “meal”, but fell onto the floor. In that moment Saboo felt something he had never felt before; compassion. He bolted up almost immediately and trotted over to Tony. He saw that Tony wasn’t hurt, but that he was done for the night and needed to sleep this off. Saboo realized that he had to shoot off some sarcasm to play this act of care off. “Oh, great! Look what you’ve done. Bravo, Tony Harrison!” “Awww. What’s happenin’? I’m blazin’!” “It’s about time for you to get home and out of our sight, ya berk.” “I can’t drive! And I can’t go home to the Mrs. Like this! She’ll throw me out!” “Oh, for Christ’s sake, Tony! Then what the hell are we supposed to do with you?” “I need a place to stay.” “Well let’s find some poor, unfortunate spirit to take you.” Saboo looked around the bar for a fellow Shaman that he could dump Harrison onto. Dennis was nearly passed out on the floor twitching and shivering. Kirk had disappeared with the four groupies (and some others that trailed after them.), Barry was half attempting a three-way with the two girls (who were practically undressed. Had the patrons been more sober, this would have been quite a show) and Naboo and Bollo were finished singing and they had their arms around each other. They appeared to be… intimately embracing one another… No! Could it be? Either way, there was no possibility of them taking on the burden of Tony. He went up to bar tender. “Oi mate! Is there any way this, thing here could get a cab?” “Oh, sorry lad! Cabs don’t come out this far at this hour. ‘Cept Death Cabs, but you really don’t want to call one of them. Don’t operate too well, and they sing Union Gang songs ‘til you WANT to die!” “This wank here probably enjoys that 60’s shite!” Saboo was hoping that the bar keep would do him the favor and get him the number, but he just turned around. Saboo gave him a nice two fingered gesture behind his back and twirled back to Harrison. He looked down into Tony’s blurred and strangely familiar eyes and read them perfectly. He shook his head, but realized that there was no alternative. He’d have to take Harrison home with him. Saboo was beyond annoyed; even beyond angry. Harrison was probably the most obnoxious being on this or any other planet! He had to get shitfaced if he was going to survive this night. He went back to the bar and ordered two shots of Bacardi 151 and a straight Tanqueray chaser. With the liquid fire resonating in his system, he was ready to go home, put the pink ball bag to sleep and crash. He lifted Tony up and they left the Shaman Shack. They boarded the magic carpet and headed off. Saboo knew he shouldn’t be driving, but clearly, there was no alternative. He hadn’t even thought about booking a hotel room, most likely because he hadn’t planned on either getting laid or getting drunk. Saboo had hoped that Harrison would pass out from the booze, but he was actually still speaking coherently. He was babbling on about Lindsey Buckingham’s inspiration from John Stewart. Wait. Wasn’t he some American news guy? Had to have been someone else… And then something about an early career with Stephanie Nicks. Now it was actually Saboo who felt close to passing out. He couldn’t even come up with an insult to hurl at Tony’s taste in music. Saboo began to listen to Tony and the voice became less irritating and more, well, soothing. He started to feel weird. For a few moments he seemed to black out and only remembered feeling the carpet beneath him, but nothing else; he couldn’t feel himself. It was all very strange, but then he came back down to catch Tony talking about the girls from the bar. “Those birds that were all over Kirk were pretty sexy, but Barry was the real winner!” Saboo recalled the two girls and finally found his voice. “I know! They were hot double X’s! I would let them use my body like a primary school play structure!” “That slag probably won’t even remember it!” “Lucky bastard.” “I wish the Mrs. was hot like that. She’s at that age where they never open the valve, ya know?” “That’s a shame.” It didn’t even bother Saboo to be talking about Harrison’s sex life. It then occurred to him that no one knew what Mrs. Harrison looked like. “Hey Tony, what exactly is ¾” He was cut off by the sound of the Moon letting about a burp, which in the sky was like having a car explode next to your ear. The shock and then the next minute and a half of shouting obscenities at the Moon made him completely lose his train of thought. The carpet eventually passed on. The Moon watched it go by and muttered to himself, “Well that’s just bloody rude.” Saboo calmed down and looked back at Tony. He was staring back up at him with a huge grin. He then got the courage to ask Saboo something he had wondered for ages. “So, you’re an attractive young man, why don’t you have a lady?” Saboo was confused. No one had ever asked him something like this before. Truth be told, he didn’t have many friends, which is probably why the subject of his personal life never came up. “I.. I am dedicated to my work as a Shaman… And you know, now with the series, I’m going to have a lot on my plate… I still get my fill of women. Oh yes! Just a brief affair is all I need.” He looked at Tony and knew that he wasn’t buying it. “Look! It’s none of your concern! You’ve got no room to judge me you mauve menace!” Harrison looked shocked. Saboo hung his head and turned away, shamed. He then felt the touch of a soft tentacle brush his side. He turned and met Tony’s understanding gaze. He let go of all sobriety and inhibitions and embraced the little creature. At first he told himself it was like practicing kissing with your stuffed animal, which a young Saboo had once done. He had gotten good at it, but so rarely ever had to use the skills acquired. Now he was making good use of it. Eyes shut tightly, he locked tongues with the miniature being. Tony felt like he was getting warmer and his soft tentacles soon became stiff. He was aroused. The feeling of the phallic like limbs began to excite Saboo. He found himself stroking them and this made Tony moan. Saboo stuck one in his mouth and sucked hard. He didn’t exactly know what Tony’s body was doing, but he got the basic idea. Tony was having an awesome alien orgasm. Saboo was drunk, but not gone. He backed away from the tentacle just in time to get a face full of extra terrestrial semen. He hoped that the shame of this would never kick in, and that’s when he felt the squishy limbs around his dick. The feeling was different than that of hands, better. It felt like a hot and moist flower closing its pedals around him. It was great. Better than great. Spectacular. It was over in a matter of seconds. Saboo managed to stay functional until they reached his place. He parked the rug and put it away. He carried Tony into his place and put him to sleep in an arm chair. He found his way to his bedroom and crashed, quite literally. Neither of the Shaman remembered what had happened the next morning, but they seemed to like each other a lot more. They ate breakfast together; Co-Co Puffs with Bailey’s. It was actually rather tasty. Tony from then on was puzzled as to why after sex with the Mrs., he always thought of Saboo. And Saboo always questioned why he became aroused by the sight of flowers.