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When The World Is Free: Chapter 5 - Sans Y Penser

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, WW2 AU.

Warnings: none really... mildly angsty situations, some flirting and interesting proposals.

Word Count: 2.9k

Author’s Note: Multi-chapter fic based on a request by the lovely @amillcitygirl! Please see the masterpost for a synopsis of this story. HERE BE PLOT. A lot of things happen in this one afternoon. Thanks to @colettebronte for beta reading. Enjoy!

Le Havre, September 1939

The port city of Le Havre is bustling with travellers hauling suitcases and steamer trunks, all walks of life converging on this point of exit. You weave through the crowds from the train station as a trio, headed for the bright red awnings of the company sailing to the USA. Benedict and Eloise hang back as you approach the ticket window.

“Name?” the brusque man in the booth opens with a crisp American accent.

“Y/n y/l/n,” you smile politely.

“You are not on the manifest,” he sighs after a pause to scan down the paperwork, impatience colouring his tone.

“But I must be,” you frown, “I was given this here…”

You push your ticket under the window, clearly marked with today’s date.

“Fraudsters,” his economic response.

“But… they were from your company? Outside your offices in Paris? And wearing your company livery? They… They said I could bring forward my sailing date from August to today. They took my original ticket and gave me this! It looks the same!” Panic rises in your voice with each sentence, dread churning behind your ribs as you realise you have likely been duped.

“I'm sorry, ma’am, but that is not a valid ticket,” is his monotone reply.

“Oh god. What can I do? May I buy another ticket now?!?”

His responding laugh is a loud bark, “Hah! Ma’am, we are booked up for weeks in advance. There is a long line every day of people hoping for last-minute availability,” he signals to a line of weary-looking, luggage-laden folks under a makeshift shelter.

“But I….” you feel your eyes watering and dread in the pit of your stomach like you are falling down an endless chasm.

“Ma’am, please step aside; I need to ensure valid passengers can board this ship…” he warns in a tone that is wholly without sympathy.

With a weak nod, you stumble away, back towards Benedict and Eloise. As you draw closer, their faces are a picture of concern, realising something is amiss. As you tearfully recount what happened, Benedict seethes, and Eloise wraps her arm around you, looking pained.

“I’m going up there. This is unacceptable!” Benedict grits out, righteous indignation fizzing from his very being.

You have to hold out a hand to physically stop him. “It's likely no use,” you appease.

His ire deflates a fraction at your hold on his coat sleeve. “At least let me try, y/n,” he modifies after a few beats.

“Alright,” you relent, dropping your hand, “but I do not expect a different answer.”

You and Eloise cling to each other as you watch Benedict remonstrate with the same man and then a different one at the window. All the while, your stomach is in knots, equal parts fear and hope.

It's five or more minutes before Benedict returns to you, his face pinched.

“I was not successful,” he screws his mouth, looking away as if he cannot meet your eye as he says it. “They don't seem to care that criminals are posing as agents for their organisation,” he rubs his eyebrow in irritation. “I would report it to the police, but it's not their jurisdiction here, and it still does not solve our dilemma…”

“Thank you anyway…” you breathe, “for trying at least…”

There is a long silence as the three of you stand there, stupified by the conundrum before you. The chime of a clock on the harbour building breaks your thoughts.

“It's 3pm. Your sailing back to England is in less than an hour. You should go. You two leave without me,” you demure.

“NO!” they both exclaim in almost comic sibling unison.

“I’ll be fine, seriously.”

“I’m not leaving you alone here for god knows how long until there is room on a ship to America. You can’t be alone. This isn’t Paris; this is a port city. It’s definitely not safe,” Eloise rattles off, looking at you imploringly.

“She’s right,” Benedict concurs. “You were safe in Paris together before the war. You are not safe here. A beautiful young woman. You are a target for thieves or even worse. You cannot stay here alone.”

You try your hardest not to let Benedict calling you beautiful derail your whole thought train, but it’s futile. Your mind is scattered like a pile of wooden toy railway coaches.

“I... I could return to Paris?” You finally suggest after what feels like an eternity of buffering. “I could call to check for last-minute availability every morning. It’s only a couple of hours by train. I’ll be always packed and ready to go…” you argue, not as yet realising the naivety behind your own idea.

“Paris will be the first target for Hitler’s invasion,” Benedict says gravely. “It could be much worse to remain there…”

“So what am I to do? I’m damned if I do, and I’m damned if I don’t…”

“There is only one solution, and that is for us to remain here as well until you can secure passage out of the country,” Benedict shrugs.

“Agreed,” Eloise nods emphatically as you go to protest.

“There are many more sailings back to England, and tickets are easier to come by,” Benedict points out. “We can move our tickets up. At least by a few days until we can devise a plan.”

“Wait… if there are no ships to America, why don't you come to England with us?” Eloise pipes up in a lightbulb moment.

“I have nowhere I could stay…”

“Nonsense! You will stay with us at Aubrey Hall. Won’t she, Benedict?”

“Oh yes, of course. There are plenty of spare rooms,” he assures.

“Gosh, umm... Maybe? I…” you hesitate. The whiplash of the last few minutes and the generosity of their offer momentarily overwhelm you. “That's very generous of you. The problem is I don’t know for how long it would be, or even if I should. My parents only agreed to me living in Paris under the watchful eye of Solene. This… this is entirely other…”

You startle as Benedict places his hands on your shoulders, pulling your attention to his sincere expression. “Y/n, you need to worry less about what your family thinks and more about yourself - what you need and your safety. This is escaping impending war; it’s a completely different circumstance from how you arrived here. The decisions you make right now have to be selfish and unburdened by expectations. It’s easy for others to judge from the distance of safety. But look around you. This town is teeming with people clambering to leave the country before an invasion. We do what we have to in unpredictable circumstances to survive.”

“You sound like a soldier,” you murmur.

“It’s what my father was,” he replies, releasing his grip but not moving away. “As a very young man in The Great War. He was lucky to survive, being an officer away from the front lines, but he taught me many things before he died. And one was about always making the smart choice if you can see one, even if it feels uncomfortable. The smart choice here is to escape by any means necessary. We all know Hitler has his sights set on France, especially Paris, as the figurative and cultural capital of Europe. You must get out. You must come with us.” You are captivated by his hazy eyes as he speaks, your heart beating fast as his face and voice grow softer. “Please. I could not live with myself if we left you behind,” he admits in a much quieter tone, but the plea is no less impassioned.

You cannot help it. You stare up at him, transfixed. Stanley has never been so eloquent. Or indeed so invested in your well-being.

“Alright…” your hesitancy soft, “but you must let me pay you for my ticket…”

His face seems to light up at your acquiescence. “One day… maybe,” he smiles.

And so that is what he does - leaves you and Eloise ensconced in a nice bistro overlooking the harbour with a large bottle of white wine as he walks over to the ticket office for the ferry company and swaps their tickets for a few days hence and purchases an additional ticket for you, steadfastly refusing to tell you the cost for it even for many weeks hence.

While you are in the ladies' room, Eloise strikes up a conversation with a young man in uniform at the adjacent table; you fondly roll your eyes as you retake your seat and leave them be. Your gaze, however, is never far from the window, to where Benedict last left your line of sight, somehow anxious for his return. When he reappears, striding purposefully towards the cafe, your chest flutters hard, his coat swishing around his legs, his hat at an attractive slant. If there is one thing you swear you could spend a lifetime doing, it’s watching Benedict Bridgerton just… be.

“Any luck?” you ask as he arrives and doffs his hat, taking a seat on your other side, throwing an exasperated glance at his little sister and the uniformed man.

“We are set to sail Thursday,” he smiles and signals for the waiter, ordering a glass of Beaujolais. “I also stopped in the post office to call Solene. She has said we can stay as long as we need to at her sister’s cottage a few miles from town.”

“Oh, that's wonderful news!” your shoulders relax for the first time in what feels like hours. “But wait, I remember she said there is only one bedroom,” you point out. “You’ve been sleeping on our sofa for days now… you deserve a bed. I’ll take the sofa…”

“No. Also, I’m not sharing a bed with my sister,” he shudders, “she kicks in her sleep!”

“Oh, thanks. So I guess you want me to have bruised shins, then??” You laugh with gusto, the ricochet day making all your emotions heightened, seemingly bouncing from one extreme to another. Right now, a strange bubble of joy at this lighthearted exchange.

“Not at all. In fact, I’d happily share with you instead to save your legs from the abuse!”

You know it’s said in jest, the comedic relief of the moment evident on his face, but still, a shot fires in your chest at the thought of sharing a bed with him. You decide to make light of it, even as your heart quickens.

“How do I know this kicking is not a problem that runs in the family? And you’re way stronger than her!”

“You can tie me down if it would make you feel better!” he chuckles loudly.

You flush all over, the very thought so beguiling yet scandalous. And yet you cannot stop your mouth running away with you, this flirtatious banter too tasty to resist, the wine you’ve been drinking far too quickly for the last half hour loosening your lips.

“I think you would enjoy that far too much, Mr Bridgerton,” you volley back, raising an eyebrow with a giggle.

His cheeks turn the most adorable shade of pink even as his eyes dilate rapidly, a corner of his tongue flicking out to pull his bottom lip under his teeth. It makes you want to sink your teeth right there, this impulse to be so physical with someone discombobulating. You've never had such errant, feral desires for Stanley.

“You're probably right…” he rumbles quietly after a pause.

You dare to hold his gaze even though you know it’s a mistake. This nightmare of a day makes you uncaring of propriety. He looks as wild as you feel inside, a glint in his eye that is at once permission and danger.

“Theo here has been telling me all sorts of helpful information,” Eloise leans in, breaking the spell between you, a slight slur in her voice from her wine.

Theo nods to you and Benedict. On closer inspection, he appears to be in a British soldier uniform.

“I have to get back on duty,” he explains apologetically as he rises from his seat, “but I hope the information I’ve provided to your sister here will help.” He adds with a tiny salute.

You look surprised at Eloise as she just shrugs. You thought her up to her usual flirtatious banter, not researching. Benedict looks impressed too. You both, however, don’t miss the note he slips to Eloise before he takes his leave. Perhaps not purely intelligence gathering, then.

“Theo is helping process entry to Britain for foreign nationals wanting safe harbour. The numbers have spiralled since the war was declared.” She begins to explain when he is out of sight. “There is sadly a waiting list. But there are a few ways to skip the queue…

“Those being?” Benedict prompts before you can.

“Having family relatives residing in Britain already or, top of the pile, being the spouse of a British national.”

You slump your shoulders. “I have no relations there. Uncle Robert was visiting, but he was already at sea returning to America when the war was declared,” you explain, wishing he had stayed a few weeks longer.

“I wonder if we can find any paperwork forgers around?” Eloise ponders aloud.

“Eloise,” Benedict's tone is one of brotherly warning and disapproval, “we will not be taking that route.” his tone striking a chord of finality.

“But… how else can we get her into the country without bending the rules?” she exclaims at him, frustrated, gesticulating.

“I’m thinking…” Benedict grouses back, rubbing his chin and looking deep in thought.

Eloise leans back in her chair and twists her mouth into a pout. She takes a swig of wine before twisting to you and casually making a suggestion that flips your entire being.

“You could marry this one,” she jokes, shrugging and gesturing at Benedict.

Your eyes dart to Benedict and his to you. A tidal wave of a hundred different feelings crashing through you at once.

“I’ll do it…” he offers, quick and quiet.

“El, don't be ridic…” your denial, spoken over his, dies on your tongue as you process what he said.

You can't help it, you gape open-mouthed at him. As does Eloise.

“You would?” you stutter.

He nods, mien sincere, but you could swear there is more, too, a rousing intensity.

“I was joking, brother,” Eloise frowns.

“It's the only solution that guarantees her passage out of France,” he argues, “that's the most important thing here…”

“But marriage? That is such a sacrifice… I could never ask that of you…” you shake your head, even as your stomach feels like a rollercoaster.

“That's why I'm offering, so you don't have to ask,” he shrugs as if this is not a big deal. “It is not me who has to make the sacrifice. It is you who has an intended…”

Stanley.

Your face falls as you think of the consequences. Marrying Benedict, if only for escape, would wound Stanley beyond belief. Your father, both your parents, in fact, would vehemently disapprove.

“We can annul it as soon as we get to England…” he assures.

“French marriages can be annulled, brother, yes, but in France. Not in England,” Eloise pipes up, ever the font of knowledge.

“Then I will grant you an immediate divorce,” he amends.

“I can't believe you are taking me seriously,,,” Eloise mutters, but both of you seem to ignore it.

“I’d still be a divorcee, damaged goods as my father would say…” you wince at the phrase but know it to be accurate in Long Island, as much as you hate it.

“I don't know how else to help you escape, y/n,” Benedict implores, slightly alarmed.

“Keep thinking!” Eloise interjects hotly. “I won't have my poor best friend here shackled to a Bridgerton brother. She has done absolutely nothing to deserve such a sentence, however short.”

“Eloise!” you scold without thought, “don't be so rude about your brother! He's wonderful….”

You immediately flush with embarrassment as she looks at you suspiciously. You dare not even look over to the subject of your praise, but you can feel the weight of his stare.

“But umm yes, let's keep thinking…” you mumble, embarrassed, looking down and picking at your cuticles in your lap.

“I need a bloody cigarette,” Eloise pronounces, suddenly standing up, her chair scraping loudly over the tiled floor.

“Sister, you do not smoke,” Benedict frowns up at her, again with that air of elder sibling forbearance.

“Sometimes I do,” she shrugs, her tone defiant, “and this situation definitely warrants one.” She jabs her finger by her side to emphasise her opinion.

With that, she marches up to the bar and orders one but does not return to the table, shooting you both a look before heading to the wall outside and sitting alone, staring out at the horizon and taking deep draws.

You and Benedict sit in silence, heads bowed in thought for what feels like an age, only interspersed with small sips of wine.

“I honestly can't think of another way out of this mess…” Benedict sighs, breaking the hush. “But I understand it's such an enormous decision; you need time to consider it.”

You are scared by how much your heart and mind are screaming, ‘I really don't, I will marry you,’ even if your gut churns with the idea of how you will explain it to everyone. You look up, and again, those blue eyes bore into yours. Sincerity, concern, empathy, and something that looks dangerously like desire. You could get lost in that look. Forever.

“I’ll do it…” you whisper, knowing you are playing with fire… and yet yearning to be burned.

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levi-thein · 3 years ago

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Hanako x modern! Aoi kin! Reader headcanons

Note: dude, I’m sorry that this became a headcanon, I tried dozens of times for a oneshot and I just can’t do it. So take this long ass headcanon this is the best I can do, take it TAKE IT @yume-akari

ª When you woke up you were like “whaaaat where the fuck am I? this ain’t my room wtf”

ª And then this random milf walked in and said “Hello dear, time for school! You don’t want to be late, right? I made you your bento already okay?”

ª And your confused ass was like “uhh, okay? Thanks ma’am?”

ª When you went towards the bathroom there were pictures of you that you didn’t pose for, haha okay creepy ass eyes—

ª So after that’s done you went to wear a uniform then you saw this big certificate saying ‘Y/n L/n, top student in their year in Kamome High’

ª Wait, wait, wait—KAMOME!? WHAT THE ACTUAL FLYING FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT-

ª You might’ve passed out

ª Jk you didn’t

ª I’m lying, you did

ª So you put on your uniform, blahblah blah very boring unimportant stuff

ª When you got out ‘your’ house you literally saw Akane just standing there with your favorite flowers in hand

ª “Good morning Y/n-san! I brought you these flowers because I know you love these!”

ª Thanks I guess.

ª You both walked towards school, then you saw Yashiro running to you top speed

ª Fucking speedy Gonzalez-

ª “Y/n-san, do you have more scary stories?”

ª oKaY NOW I GET IT OKAY-

ª “Have I told you about Hanako-san yet, Yashiro?”

ª She said, ‘no we sell lemonades— I meant she said no

ª So you told her

ª But BUT

ª You went to the cute perverted ghost my friend’s obsessed with first

ª “Hanako-san, Hanako-san, Hanako-san, are you there?”

ª Or whatever I forgot; the power went out since December 17 or 16 I’m confused, what year is it

ª He scared you, bitch literally pulled a ‘that guy in a hockey mask with a machete’. Was it Freddy cruger or smth oh wait no

ª I ALSO FORGOT OKAY!?

ª Did ya’ll think I’m dead or what

ª You fucking proposed

ª What the fuck, *mutters* why is this here—fuck this shit

ª He declined with a reason “Dude, I just met you and I’m over 50, that’s pedo shit”

ª Or something

ª So you cried

ª No, just joking

ª So then after school you saw Yashiro go to Hanako’s bathroom

ª *Takes out glasses* what did it say here, *looks at request again*

ª AH YES

ª So you let them be, then you fucking turned into a doll

ª Yeah

ª Then, then

ª someone confessed

ª Again

ª This time, Hanako was watching

ª Bitch why you glaring at them what they did—

ª You rejected them kindly and pretended Hanako ain’t there

ª Now Hanako’s just hanging around you all of the time

ª Okay,,,what u doin

ª Now when they go to another adventure you just stay behind even if Hanako’s literally begging on his knees

ª “please I’ll even beg—“

ª “then beg”

ª Mother fucker took that seriously and BEGGED

ª You finally got him to stop and went with them

ª That’s what I thought your bitchass would do—

ª Now there are two boys wanting your attention

ª One’s a damn simp that’s cute af

ª The other is the ghost you proposed to

ª Damn, naol

ª JESUS SKY GET HERE ALREADY I HAVEN’T BEEN ONLINE AND I’VE EDITED A LOT OF ONESHOTS

ª Help me

ª Then, once again.

ª Akane confessed

ª But this time, its- aww

ª “Y/n-san, I know you’ll reject me again but, please go on a date with me. I love you, truly. Just one.”

ª You’d have to be a heartless asshole to reject him

ª So you agreed

ª Now, Hanako here

ª Heard the whole thing and acts like a fucking tsundere now

ª “Why don’t you ask glasses and not me?”

ª BECAUSE YOU’RE THE ONE WHO KNOWS MORE ABOUT ASTRONOMY THAT FUCKING AKANE YOU DAMN GHOST—

ª Now when you told him you just went on that date to not be an asshole, he’s—no he’s not back to his usual flirty and blushy shit

ª No—HE BECAME WORSE

ª HE’S NOW BLUSHY, CLINGY, *FUCKING TSUNDERE MODE ON* AND HE’S A BIT POSSESSIVE.

ª NICE GOING Y/N—

ª Then one day

ª He confessed he likes you

ª LIKE YOUR ACTIONS DIDN’T SAY IT ALREADY—

ª sorry

ª well being the angel you are and your love for this bitch

ª you accepted

ª poor Akane

ª come here baby, yeah here some tissues

Well this is the end. If sky doesn’t come here I swear to god. This won’t be published and same goes with the other shit I did throughout the whole time I was gone.

Reason why I was gone? There was a flood going to my country and thank Baby Jesus it was just wind; it knocked down a lot of electricity wires and I did want people to think I’m dead so—wish granted I guess…or not. Maybe people just didn’t realize I was gone. I am that forgettable so.

#Hanako-kun #hanako x reader #x reader #jshk x reader #tbhk x reader #tbhk #jshk

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octalove · 4 years ago

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XI: Suffer Love

(Batgirl/Red Hood)

Description: Jason figures it out.

Note: this is the final chapter of the menu series! i tried to wrap it all up in bow for you, and i hope you loved reading it as much as i loved writing it. the support and feedback has been amazing & i love u all!💓✨send more requests if u please, kiss kiss and enjoy

I guess when I died, it was less about the dying. Less about the way my teeth jarred when the crowbar cracked against my skull, or the heat on my skin when the building went up. Joker’s face when I realized I wasn’t getting out. It was more about the idea, my very last idea, that I was no longer gonna get to live. Little, stupid things. Maybe I wanted a dog, or a pint of ice cream.

I didn’t like to wrestle with the idea that my story was over. Not with a bang, but a whimper. Maybe I wanted to write something better than T.S. Eliot’s dull take on his boring little 19th century world.

Contrary to anything I ever said to Bruce when I was pissed about having to wear a school uniform, I liked my life. I could picture the way the city looked from my window, or Alfred’s hand on my shoulder when we posed for a family picture. Waking up to the sound of rain. A beach day or something. Coffee in the morning, even though I didn’t like it.

And somewhere, deeply, tucked away, I could even picture myself in the manor. Hiding behind a shelf in the library, letting my favorite leather bound copy of Much Ado swallow me whole.

Suffer love! A good epithet. I do suffer love indeed, for I love thee against my will.

Humanity wasn’t out of the question for me. Not even close. It was dangerously within reach- hell, it felt inevitable. Like one day, things were bound to go back to normal, and that was out of my control.

But when I died, it was less about the dying. And even when I hauled myself, gasping and fighting, out of ice cold dirt packed like cement over my body, I still felt like I hadn’t been allowed to live. I could’ve crawled out of the grave and gotten myself a dog and a pint of ice cream, called it a day. Patched all that up.

But this wasn’t a continuation of my life. I didn’t pick up where I left off. It was a new life entirely; it was shitty and full of blood and ghosts and other shit I couldn’t get rid of, but I was terrified- terrified of losing it.

Dick missed the kid I was. Sure, I did too. I bet Adriano Cliffs fuckin’ missed him, too. He was easier to kill.

The weaker you are, the easier you are to kill. The stronger you are, the harder you are to love. Life’s a trade off, and I was striking a deal.

But maybe that wasn’t how it worked- maybe it wasn’t a trade off at all. That implied I had any sort of control over the way my lives spiraled and tossed me like the tides. In reality, I had about as much control of my life as I did over the crowbar that took it. No, it wasn’t a trade. Just a cycle. I had a shitty childhood. Then things got better, for while. Then they got worse. I died. And then I got better. And then things got shitty again.

Suffer love.

Suffer, love, suffer, love. Rinse, repeat.

I’d been doing a lot of suffering lately.

Darkness had seeped into the city, exalting the magnificent Gotham lights to heights that even dazzled the locals. The manor was less enchanting, but more daunting. I lit a cigarette, letting the early January night mix with the smoke in my chest. I stared at the wrought iron for a while, thinking about how it felt to be on the other side of it.

“Jesus,” A voice chided at the gate. “You look like bad news.”

I took a long drag, leaned against the metal, and let my eyes drag up and down her face. She looked smaller, standing there in a big knitted sweater. Even in the dark, with that glaring scar on her cheek that was my fault, she looked pretty. Relaxed, and safe, and pretty. One of those little, stupid things.

“Don’t mean to.” I offered quietly.

She leaned against the gate, just opposite me, so that we were touching, but still separated by ten feet of skyward metal. “Just come to brood, then?”

I didn’t say anything. Jaded enough by my sleepless night, conversation seemed equally as offensive as it was formidable. Especially with her. But standing there like stunned puppy at the gate of Wayne fucking manor seemed unbecoming of someone like myself- though I had no idea who that was anymore.

Her eyes glinted faintly by grace of the nearby glow of a lamp post, and I could’ve killed her for that. She looked like the view from the terrace in Little Italy. She looked like the whole of damn Gotham City.

“So what’d I get out of bed for?” She tried again, quieter this time, gaze falling askance to a car parked nearby that ricocheted lit windows from the houses around. Somewhere, in a yard, a dog barked. I let the silence weigh on us. Let the wind take drags of my cigarette and tug on my hair. I dipped my head under this cold, bitter, beautiful reckoning before dropping the cigarette on the ground, and putting in out with my shoe.

“Darlin’,” I said, suddenly very conscious of what I did with my hands, so I put them in my pockets. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t. I shouldn’t have put you in that position. I shouldn’t have made you make that choice, and I shouldn’t have treated you like- I just...”

A breeze was roaring in from the sea.

“I don’t understand you. Why you stayed with me.”

The silence was alright with me. I felt relieved to know that she wasn’t going to try and ask me why or break me open. She was good at that; letting things lie. But there was still that wrought iron fence between us.

“Jason,” She said. “You stayed with me, too.”

She leaned against the fence, her head nearly resting against the bars. She was close, so I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, thanking the same God that killed me for the way a little smile danced along her lips.

You’re a lucky motherfucker, Jason Todd.

There was a long pause, then she added. “Why don’t we go somewhere? We’ll talk it about it, okay?”

I nodded. “Anywhere you wanna go, little bird.”

“Let’s go to Twin Sharks.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I guess I should go change.” She sighed, inspecting her shorts, which were high and thin.

“Wear whatever you want. I’m in the mood to break a jaw.” I flashed her a grin. “You’re off the fuckin’ menu.”

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pervasivethrenody · 5 years ago

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McShep Sims 3: Long-Legged Guitar Pickin’ Man.

(I’m sorry for this. I couldn’t help myself.

Of course the title is a Cash song.)

He'd seen the random pieces of clothing. Hip-hugging, greyish denim, possibly acid-washed. A monotone pullover cardigan of some indeterminate color between navy and black; something Mr. Rogers might wear while confronting a particularly melancholic day in the neighborhood: gentrification, perhaps, or a meddlesome HOA, insisting train traffic was a polluting, noisy nuisance and neighbors being neighborly was probable cause.

Odd choices, made so only by the fact that they were things John would just never bother to wear, his fashion choices being what they were: black, black, T-shirt, and black.

Whatever their purpose, a man had a right to his personal hobbies; John's adrenaline-turbofueled death sports being so questionable in their sanity that something as tame as collecting offbeat clothing items came as a welcome relief. Rodney had noticed them when they appeared, carefully arranged on hangers in the closet, puzzled over them, and moved on.

But this.

This was.

This was the sartorial puzzle, assembled before him, the final piece locked into place.

Boots.

Not just boots. Thigh-high, glossy leather, enclosing a set of legs that seemed to go on and on and on.

The kind of boots a woman would wear.

The kind of boots that had appeared, inexplicably, on the feet and legs of the one and only Man in Black himself, circa 1963, in a truly bizarre and memorable photo-op.

The kind of boots John was wearing now.

“Hi,” John said, slouching against his chosen tree. He showed his white, even teeth and crossed his long, long, long legs.

"Thank god," Rodney blurted, staring at them, "That’s what was in that package. Is this your bizarre new midlife fetish? Please say it is. I am so okay with this.”

“Do these boots make my ass look big?” John asked. “I can’t tell. Will you check for me?”

It was such a weird, weird combination of clothing choices. It should have been ridiculous. It was ridiculous. It shouldn’t have worked at all.

But it did. It really, really worked for Rodney.

"Oh, my god," he moaned, fumbled dazedly for his phone--grateful, so very grateful he hadn't chucked it at the wall when he'd gotten the "Smthg 2 show u outside" message--and began snapping pictures.

John was a natural, because of course he was.

Even the sorts of modeling poses Rodney had always thought were stilted and dumb looked good on him.

Even the smoking one (fake, because long as Rodney breathed he wasn't letting a cigarette anywhere near that beautiful, beautiful mouth).

Yet as he worked, he realized his focus had gradually shifted, from the model in pose to the man behind the pose.

John Sheppard.

Hot, to be sure, oh dear god yes

but also, John, everlasting dork

John, partner in crime, best friend,

and, if only admitting it to himself, the once and forever love of his life.

Around the same time, he realized John had stopped posing and was just perched there, watching him quietly.

"How do women wear these things," John mumbled, shifting his weight away from the scary scary feelings. "Think I had more fun waiting to wear them than actually wearing them."

"What a coincidence," Rodney said, knowing by the answering smirk that John was a step ahead of him. Or maybe just in step together, they way they always were, always had been. "Now I can have fun helping you take them off.”

***

Well, I'm going to start out walking Just you wait and see--

Uh-uh, guitar picker You ain't leaving without me--

Oh, you big-mouthed woman--

You long-legged, guitar-pickin’ man--

But we can work this out...uh-huh, yes, ma’am, I think we can

***

Whee!

The contortions I had to go through to even approximate that weird look. What was with that photoshoot anyway? I kind of don’t even want to know because the real answer is probably lame and boring, like “Cash needed some extra money.”

I literally had to break the game to get it to let me put women’s boots on a man. Oh, yes, those are “women’s” boots. I looked all over the Internet, and there were no custom-made boots to be had like that for male Sims. This game is sexist. >:(

So, yeah. There’s my contribution to Johnny Cash Cosplay. It’s not perfect. I know the outfit isn’t exact. I only had so much to work with, but it was a fun diversion. It distracted me from the miserable trainwreck of my life and gave me a purpose, at least for a little while. Many thanks to sheppardmckay and popkin16, who provided the inspiration.

#McShep #McShep Sims 3

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Incheon University // part 1

*note the pictures are not ours, the edit is*

Moving to University is scary, let alone being five hours away from the ones you love. But it was time for venture off into the. real world and continue your study. But tutoring the Deans playboy son how will that turn out? Is everything going to be all sunshine and rainbows? Or will your world come tumbling down?

What a Warm Welcome... // masterlist

word count: 4.7k

Genre: Fluff, Angst // College AU Series

Pairing: Jisung x Reader

Welcome to Incheon Private University, where boys and girls fight to have the top spot in the most well known private elite school. Though for you it was a bit different. You did not come from a wealthy family which put you in a position to fight for your way into Incheon High School. You took extreme classes and test, along with studying hard just so you can get it. You waited at the dinner table with your mother and sister waiting for the mail to be delivered. Exactly two minutes from the last time you checked your phone the door rang. Your head shot up and you stumbled your way to the door. You quickly opened it, which of course scared the mailman as he looked at you with such fear and horror in his eyes. He hands you the envelope and you thank him. You make your way (DOWNTOWN WALKING FAST jkjk) back to the table with shaking hands. Your mom rubs your back as you unclasped the silver clips and pull the pristine white paper out.

You looked at your mom and give a half smile. Your mom has encouraged you throughout all of your grade school years, leading up to this point. Your father has walked out on the three of you after your sister y/s/n was born, and of course, that was a huge finical change for you. Your mom worked three two for jobs just to be able to pay for all the fees and the tests that needed to be taken for Incheon Private University. You pull the letter out more “You know if I don’t get in I just want to thank you for everything you have done for me mom” You tear up, you would have never believed what the letter said if your mom did not scream that you got a full ride scholarship to Incheon. You drop the letter and scream with your mom and sister holding them tightly. “Thank you Thank you Thank you”

You currently lived in Busan which means Incheon is three hours and nine minutes away. You were very worried about leaving your mom and sister

“As soon as I get a job mom I will help you out,” You say as you back your last boxes and bags

Your mom smiles “Babygirl I am so proud of you. The only thing you can do is get good passing grades and meet a man who will treat you like his world” She kisses your forehead

“I love you mom” Your voice cracked as the tears begin to spill. Your little sister comes in and hands you her pink stuffed elephant “Here take this! He will protect you!” She says happily and gives you a hug as you whisper in her ear “No matter what happens you take care of mom okay. I’m counting on you”

She does her little soldier pose “Yes ma’am”

“You ready to go Y/N” You take one last look at your room since you won’t see it in four years and you nod “Yeah I’m ready” Once everything is loaded into the car, you start your journey to Incheon, for a new life and a brand new perspective

A few short hours you pull up to the large glass building filled campus that is surrounded by large fountains, and blossoming trees. You step out and are greeted by the headmaster. You bow to show your respect, not expecting him to come

“H-Hello sir, thank you so much for this opportunity. I promise I will keep my academics my top priority while I am here.

“Please the honor is mine to have such an extraordinary student attend my university” He turns to your mother “And as expected you are the mother, I assume?” Your mother gleams proudly and shakes his hand

“That I am sir”

He speaks once again “Well follow me please, there is much paperwork to be signed. Y/N my men will take your backs to your room and you will follow”

You nod and follow the men to the large dorm rooms. Each dorm had a nicely sized kitchen, in which an island was placed in the middle, two separate bedrooms, the living and dining room, and of course the bathroom. When your bags were finally placed in your new living space for the next four years, a head pops out from behind the wall. You turned around not noticing the female until a scream appears and your soul nearly leaves your body as you scream back at the female.

Once the screaming is over you both laugh and she introduces herself “Hey I’m Jeongyeon. I am a second-year student so I can help you at all times” She starts to giggle more and you look at her like she is crazy “You are all everyone at this campus is talking about. You beat Kim Woojin, which is like the smartest kid ever” You looked shocked

You knew your scores were high but not the high. Woojin and yourself were in competition since you could remember. Although he got more shine due to his status. Woojin’s family owned one of the most well-known car companies in the world today. He has practically had a golden spoon in his mouth since birth. Although you admit you used to have the biggest crush on him towards the end of middle school and little into high school. The two of you talk for the rest of the time before your mom comes up and knocks on the door. You let her and your sister in and show them around before you knew it they had to leave and your heart sank. It did not hit you until you realized that you wouldn’t be woken up by your little sister, or singing in the kitchen with your mom, but you also knew that she wanted this for you. You walk them back to the car and hug them one last time “I love you” You say to the both of them as they say it back and enter the car, before driving away.

As you head back to the dorm you tie your up in a high ponytail you hear a familiar voice call your name

“Y/N” You slowly turn around to reveal a much more handsome, much taller, Kim Woojin. Your cheeks instantly heat up, thank goodness it was dark

“Hey Woojin” You play it off like you totally did not kill his testing scores and that your heart was beating fast

He scoffs “Just because we were friends does not make us friends”

You smirk “Same old cranky Woojin I see” He cracks a smile and hugs you

“Want to grab coffee with me?” He asks

You nod and shiver a little forgetting your jacket

Woojin instantly takes his off and hands it to you “Still a gentleman I see”

He rolls his eyes “You know that gentleman act works well with the ladies”

You groan and push his hand in which was holding the jacket away

“I’m only kidding Y/N” He places the jacket around your shoulder as you begin to walk.

You look up at Woojin “How’s life been treating you, Woo?” He looks down

“Life is good. I couldn’t ask for more? What about you, you know since the whole incident” You smile “Everything is better, don’t worry I promise”

Woojin raises an eyebrow but nods “This conversation isn’t over”

You roll you're as at him as he opens the door for you.

You follow Woojin to the line and look at the menu

“I think I want peppermint hot chocolate” You excitedly but Woojin begins to laugh at you

“You are such a child” You scoff “There is nothing wrong with liking hot chocolate”

Woojin turns his focus to the cashier who was blushing at the sight of Wojin and you smile, looking at him to see if he notices but he seemed to not care. He ordered and paid for the items before you had a chance to. He thanked the girl and took the cup and walked away. You saw the disappointment in the girl's eyes and you smiled “Don’t be discouraged just keep trying”

She looked and smiled “Thank you. I’m Na Naeun by the way” She shakes your hand

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N. I should get going bye” You walked away towards Woojin

“You know you could have paid her attention a bit more, she was practically dying to speak to you but she was scared” You took a seat looking at him

“I don’t have time to interest myself with females,” He said sternly

“Stop sounding like your father” You drink your hot chocolate and look out the window

He kicks your leg softly under the table “On the fourteenth, my friend is having a big party at his house for this birthday you should come”

You look at him “Woojin how long have you known me?”

He thinks “Maybe fifteen to sixteen years, why?”

“Has there ever been a time where you’ve seen me go to a party?” He hesitates to answer

“U-Uh no”

You begin to speak again “So what in the entire world would make you think I would go to a damn party now!?”

“You need to step out of your shell Y/N”

You shake your head “I strongly disagree. I am perfectly fine in my shell. Leave me be”

He rolls his eyes”Whatever”

After getting coffee you guys bid your goodbyes and you head back to your dorm room. The following morning you are called into the head dean office to discuss your schedule

“I see you are taking IB Calculus. My son is also taking that class but he is not doing too well, so I was wondering if you could tutor him and I will pay you weekly” He officers

You instantly shut down the payment “Sir I can easily do it without charge”

“Nonsense I will pay you 300 dollars a week to tutor my son” He practically begs and of course you could not say no. After the meeting, you head to the enormous classroom that was filled with chatter and many unfamiliar faces. You quickly find an open seat towards the middle. You set everything down and now to those who spoke to you. A few minutes later after getting ready girls began to giggle and get rowdy as some Cheeto looking boy enters the classroom. Your eyes couldn’t help but follow the vibrant hair as he took a seat behind you, showing interest in you. You quickly turned around with your cheeks tonite with blush

“I’ve never seen you before” He tugs at your hair as you pull your head forward taking your hair back “And you will continue to not see me” You scoot your chair in more and scoff

What a little prick

The professor entered the classroom and everyone greets him

“Today class we are very honored to have the highest scoring of both male and females in our class today”

You instantly look down as people began to whisper

“Will you please stand up?” He asks looking at you. You were very hesitant but finally stood up and many people clapped, while others just scoffed. After that embarrassment, the day went on pretty smooth and school ended. You hurried and rushed back to the door to get the major assignments you had to get done. Jeongyeon came home with ramen and your guys at and talked today

“Hey, there was this weird guy with orange. Who is he?” You ask and Jeongyeon spits her food out

“You don’t know who he is?” She asked

“Why should I. He’s just a person with a strange personality. He almost looks like a squirrel”

She laughs “That squirrel is the Dean's son”

You instantly dropped your chopstick “That orange bucket is his son. I have to tutor that idiot. Literally, pray for me”

That following weekend you were asked to attend the Dean’s residence to tutor the Cheeto. You packed all of your books into your bag and took an Uber to his house. You were confused as you saw girls with tight dresses leave the premises. You frowned to yourself and entered the house. You were not dressed up, only in a simple blue skirt with your white tee shirt and a black jean jacket. Your hair was up in a high ponytail, nothing compared to the females running around. “Hello miss,” a butler said to you “how can we be a service to you today?”. “Um hi, I’m supposed to be tutoring the Dean’s son today. Where would the session be located?” you asked shifting your backpack a bit. “Ah yes the tutor, Mr. Han would be located in his room at the moment. Upstairs and it’s the third door on the left” he pointed to the proper directions and soon you were on your way. Once you were at the proper location you lifted your hand to knock on the door. To your surprise, the door opened before you revealing a girl in front of you leaving the room. “What did I get myself into,” you asked yourself looking at the girl and then looking forward into the room.

Once you entered the room you see the orange head placing his shirt back on and you walked back out knocking hard on the door

“Come in” was the response on the other side

You pushed open the door, happy to see him dressed as you set the books down

“I’m aware your father told you about tutoring session today” you crossed your arms eyeing him

“I heard I just don’t care” He turned and looked at you

You begin to mumble “What a stupid little-”

“A little what I dare you to finish the sentence kitten” He walked closer to you and lifted your chin with his finger, as his other traced the thigh, looking you up and down

“You are such a pig” You push and slap him as you grab your belongings walking out. As you headed out you ran into the Woojin

“I didn’t expect to see you here” He smiles happily

“You weren’t supposed too” You continued walking out of the house and walking back to the dorm. After about twenty minutes of walking, you finally arrived at the dorm.

You threw your books down and kicked your shoes off, flopping on the bed

“Why are boys so stupid” You laugh at his reaction that played in your head when you slapped him

The weekend passed slowly and you attended the Deans office

“Sir I want to-”

He stops you “I’m aware of the events my son pulled this weekend” There was a knock on the door and your attention looked towards it. An orange head popped through

“Have a seat Jisung” He sighs as he watched his son

You cross your legs in your white shirt, shaking your black doc martens

“You owe Ms.Y/N an apology for you disrespectful actions. He smirked and turned to you

“I’m sorry that an innocent little girl-”

His father slams his fist “Get your act together Jisung. You won’t graduate if you keep it up. I don’t care if you are my son or not”

Jisung instantly shut up “I apologize for Y/N for my actions”

You just looked at him and noticed that he needs discipline. He doesn’t do well with being yelled at or losing something important to him

“It’s fine” You stand up and grab your bag

“If you will excuse me I need to meet with someone”

You bowed and gave Jisung one last look before walking out

Walking out you notice that you were getting a phone call from your house phone.

“Hello?” you answer not knowing who was calling you.

“Y/N! How college? I missed you so much!” the voice of your sister on the other line may be a smile grew on your face.

Being away from home suck but both her and your mother were proud of what you were doing.

“College is hard but I’m pushing, missing you and mom every day. How is she?”.

“She doing good, you know working hard for the two of us, she still brags about you getting into Incheon, oh I got an A on my lecture paper and I’m in the top five percent of my school.”.

“See I know you could do you” you walked up to a tree I the school field and slowly fell and sat on the ground.

Jisung walked out of the building and show you laughing at your phone call.

He notices the way you how you fall a little bit when you laugh and how your hair falls into your eyes.

He wanted to walk over to you and give a true apology, but seeing you laugh made him feel uncomfortable like you were talking to a boyfriend of some sorts. He didn’t understand why he was so drawn to you now.

Waking up to a new day you weren’t excited for your morning class knowing that the “wonderful” Jisung would be sitting in front of you. But there was no reason to let one person bother you so much.

So you put on your favorite oversized hoodie, that feel over your knees and your Adidas superstars and you were on your way.

You arrived at your class about ten minutes early and took a seat in your usual spot and grabbed your phone. You started to text your younger sister, telling her to enjoy her day, as send began to send memes. You smile and laugh quietly to yourself when you see a black shadow block part of the light. You slowly look up and see Jisung.

“What exactly are you doing here” You look up unamused

“I want to apologize for my behavior the following day” He took a seat and looked at you, examining your face. You felt uncomfortable “Yeah I already said it was fine”.

He pouts softly “Are you sure” He teased sighting as he wanted your attention.

“Yes now go away”.

He grabbed all of his stuff and hopped over the row of chairs in front of you and took a seat in the next to you.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m sitting down. Jeez Y/N and I thought you were smart.”

“I am smart? Wait you think I’m smart? Like really smart or are you just saying that to get to me?”.

“One never exposes there secrets Y/N”.

You roll your eyes at him as the teacher walks in, throughout the lecture you keep trying to slide your paper that had little notes

“Are you still going to tutor me still?”

You look at him and write

“Can you focus so you don’t fail as your father stated”

He frowns at the coldness

Once class ends you quickly pack your items and fly down the small number of stairs

Jisung trailed behind you

“W-Wait slow down” He whines and started to slow down as he sees Woojin appear. You hug him tightly and he wrapped his arms around your shoulder

“Oh hey, Jisung!” He called the younger over

“Y/N this is-”

You cut him off “Han Jisung. I’m aware”

You look at Woojin “I’m hungry” You poke your lower lip out

“Don’t even try that with me” He rolls his eyes

“Jisung want to join us for lunch?” Woojin offers and you punched his side

“No, I’m sure he needs to study CONSIDERING HE IS FAIL-”

“I’d love to join” He smirks and looks at the two

“I’ll pay it will be my treat”

The car ride there was silent and filled with an angry you, smiling on the outside but planning a route of exit in case something happens.

Woojin pulls into a small café and you quickly hop out of the car “that was the most painful ride of my life” Jisung got out after you and waited with you while Woojin parked the car.

“Umm do you want to go inside and get a table or something?” Jisung asked pointing to the door behind you guys.

“Sure it’s kinda cold out here” you bundled yourself in your jacket to keep warm and walked up towards the door.

Once inside the two of you found your way to a table near the huge window that overlooks the city.

“So how do you know Woojin” Jisung randomly said looking at the menu.

“Oh, he and I are childhood friends, our mothers are friends so I would spend time at his house whenever my mom was at work”.

“What about your dad? Couldn’t he also watch you?”.

“He wasn’t really around much” you lowered your head.

“Oh, I…”

“Its okay, you didn’t know really I’m fine, I’m quite grateful for my mother and all the help from Woojin’s family. They shaped me into who I am today”.

“Hey, guys what did I miss?” Woojin asked pullin’ up a chair and taken a sit between the two of you.

“Nothing really,” you answer ��are you gives ready to order?” you looked behind at the counter trying to get the attention of a worker.

“Yeah, I’m I need food in my stomach ASAP” Woojin chuckled putting his hands on his stomach.

For the rest of the night, Jisung couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He didn’t understand why he found himself somewhat drawn to you. Knowing you and how you acted there was no way that you would fall for his classic player moves, but that was okay. You were different from every other girl he been around. He felt like he can be himself around you.

“Okay guys I think it's getting late we should get going” you looked at your phone and notice the time.

“Yeah, Jisung looks like he going pass out any minute,” Woojin said pushing Jisung out of his daydream.

“Nah if anything he would sleep in class tomorrow”.

“I would so not be sleeping in class tomorrow Y/N, have a little faith in me.” he held the car door open the car door for you.

“Eh, I’ll see about that tomorrow,” as you smile patted his hand and then slipped into the car.

The ride back the dorms were quiet as everyone was sorta sleeping.

You could feel your eyes slowly getting heavy as you looked outside of the car window. You then started to wonder how you got so lucky to be here in the city, experiencing life as it was. Soon you were officially out as you leaned your head on the window.

Waking up the next morning wasn’t fun as you remember your class in the morning, but you also had no memory of getting back in your room.

As soon as you were about to walk out for your first class you notice a note on your desk.

“Hey Y/N, Jisung and I notice that you fell asleep on the ride home, so we helped you up to your dorm which is oddly clean for a college student. Anyways text me when you wake up”

Woojin

Quickly you pulled out your phone really quick and texted Woojin thanking him for bring you up to your dorm and then you were out to class.

“Hmm coffee sound really good right now,” you said to yourself as you passed the coffee cart near your building.

“Hey can I get you anything?” the coffee art boy asked.

“Yes, morning can I just get a small coffee with a bit of milk in it,”.

“Sure anything else?”

“Make that two small coffees and make a blueberry muffin,” a familiar voice said from behind you.

“Wow looks like you’re not going to be falling asleep in class today,” you said to Jisung who was now standing next to you.

“How did you sleep last night Y/N?” he asked paying the coffee cart guy.

“Really well surprisingly, and you no you don’t have to pay for my coffee, I could have gotten it myself,” you grabbed your cup of coffee and then proceeded to take a sip.

“I know I just wanted to do something nice I guess”.

“Come on we're going to be late for class”.

Throughout the class, you had a hard time focusing on the topic which was a first for you. You started to notice the little things that Jisung did that you never noticed before. This can’t be the same guy you ran into when you walked into him half dressed. What is heaven's name is going on?

“So I'm guessing you’re coming over later to tutor me right,” Jisung asked setting his laptop back into his bag.

“Oh yeah right, I should be, what time is good? I don’t want to walk in on whatever I walked into like last time”.

“Yeah,” Jisung lowered his hand and rubbed the back of his neck “I’m sorry about that by the way, I was mad at my father and took it out by doing that”.

“By doing girls?”.

“Just are you coming today? Yes or no?”.

“Yeah I should be there after my 14:00 class”.

“Okay cool, I’ll see you there then”.

“Bye Jisung”.

Walking up to Jisung house you didn't know what to expect since last time wasn’t the best meeting.

You lifted your hand towards the door and gave a simple knock or two.

“Ah, Miss. Y/N, Mr. Jisung has been expecting you” the butler said as he opened the door “he is in his room, I expect you to know where it is located”.

“I do, I’ll find my way up”.

Walking up the staircase you were wondering if Jisung was going to pull the same stunt like last time. He is mature he should learn by now,,, right?

“Y/N your here,” Jisung opened the door with a smile on his face.

“Yeah, is it only you or is there someone hiding in your closet,” you asked holding onto your books tightly.

“It’s just me I promise, where do you want to study?”

“In here is fine,” you walked towards his bed and set your bag down following by sitting down on the bed.

“I never really got a good view of your room last time I came, it’s not what I expected”.

“I don’t know whether I should take that as a compliment or not,” Jisung said with a confused looked in his face.

“It’s good, I show who you are, I like it. Now let's start with math”.

A few hours later the two of you were surrounded by multiple textbooks, an empty bottle of waters, and paperwork everywhere.

You were nearly about to pass out when you heard a book drop in front of you.

“I’m up, I’m awake” you lifted your head from the table.

“Come on,” Jisung said standing up with his hand out “I’ll walk you home”.

Walking out of his house you notice that it was already dark. Why was Jisung being so nice you thought to yourself. I mean he was a real ass to you the first day of classes and also when you came by the first day. What change? “Hey Jisung, why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?”.

“Honestly there something about you I just can’t shake off, like your different from all the over girls that I been with”.

“Like dated or…”.

“I never really dated anyone before, I never thought that dating was for me”.

“Oh”

“Why?”

“No reason I’m just wondering”

“Hey Y/N,” Jisung stopped at the steps of your dorm. You turned around to face him. He was stretching the back of his neck as if he was scared. “There this special event coming up and only people who are invited can come. I was wondering if you wanted to go you know to go with me”.

“When, where and what time?”

“Now Ace I can’t tell you, then everyone around us will here. I’ll pick you up here on Friday at 17:00.”

“Okay okay, fine surprise me. I’ll see you on Friday”.

“Friday”.

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