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[korgbelmont]

Noah Harris x Gabriela Adalhard

Part 2

Noah's world has just been changed in ways he could never have imagined.

Written in the present tense

Part 1

Warnings: Drugging, blood

Word Count: 1526

Notes: I don’t own these characters, they are the property of Pixelberry Studios.

Harris part of title made on photoshop

In this, Immortal Desires MC (Charlie) is with Cassius Harlow while My Two First Loves MC (Emma) is with Mason and Ava is with an original character called Sarah

Noah falls back and pushes himself back as Gabriela runs at the wolf creature. The creature swipes it's clawed hand at her, however she catches it with ease, pushing back. Cas and Charlie arrive and Charlie pulls Noah away while Cas goes to help Gabriela.

Charlie - Come on, we need to get you out of here.

Noah looks up to see that their eyes are the same silver shade that Gabriela's are.

Noah - What are you people?

Charlie - Talk later, run now. And, uh, hold you breath.

Noah does so and Charlie takes Noah away from the fight. Next thing he knows, he is outside Gabriela's with Charlie.

Noah - How...?

Charlie takes a breath and their eyes return to normal.

Charlie - We're Vampires. Cas, Gabe, and I.

Noah - I...

Charlie - I know this is a lot.

Noah - What about that thing?

Charlie - No idea.

Cas - But we have a feeling.

Cas and Gabriela join Charlie at either side. Gabriela places her hands on Noah's shoulders, concerned.

Gabriela - Are you alright?

Noah - I don't know.

Gabriela - I'll answer all your questions.

She turns to Cas and Charlie.

Gabriela - But right now, we need to call the Elders at gather them at the Nexus.

Cas - I'll speak to Astoria in the morning.

Noah - But what about that wolf?

Cas - Disappeared. Annoyingly.

Gabriela - All we can do now is rest and wait for our chance.

Cas and Charlie nod before heading off. Gabriela turns back to Noah and leads him inside. Inside, he sits down on the couch and runs a hand through his hair. Taking a seat next to him, Gabriela tries to find the best place to start.

Gabriela - So... What do you want to know?

Noah - I don't know where to start?

Gabriela - Take as long as you need.

After a few moments, Noah seems to relax a bit.

Noah - Do you know what that thing was?

Gabriela - It was a Werewolf. At least, I'm pretty sure it was. First time I've seen one.

Noah - Vampires, Werewolves... My brain hurts.

Gabriela - You'll adjust in your own time.

As the night passes into early morning, Gabriela answers all of Noah's questions about Vampires. How they can walk in the sun, the ley lines, their weakness for silver and much more.

The following morning, Noah stares up at the ceiling, having got hardly any sleep and still thinking about everything that happened the night before.

Noah - (No, can't just lie here anymore.)

He gets out of bed but freezes at the sound of voices outside. Once they go silent, he takes the chance, but the door is pushed open and someone puts Noah in an armlock as another puts something over his mouth and his vision soon blurs before blacking out completely.

Coming to, Noah finds himself in some sort of dungeon. He pushes himself up onto his feet and finds Cas stood on the other side of the bars.

Cas - Welcome back.

Noah - What the hell happened?

Cas - Something that shouldn't. We spoke to one of the Elders and they she didn't like the idea of another human knowing. They're currently debating what to do with you.

Noah - What about the Werewolf? Surely that's more important if it's in Vamp territory.

Cas - Adalhard gave you a history lesson then.

Noah - Yeah.

Charlie walks in and gives Noah a regretful look.

Charlie - You alright?

Noah - Not the first time I've been behind bars.

Charlie - You'll need to give them reason to spare you. Lewyn and Astoria especially. Lewyn can see logic. Even if he is an asshole who would sacrifice without second thought.

Noah - And Astoria?

Cas - Stand up to her.

Charlie - Gabriela's been fighting for you since they brought you here.

Noah smiles as he turns his back for a moment, wracking his mind around it all.

Noah - Alright.

Cas looks over and nods and two guards come over to open the cell up. They take Noah by the arms and lead him into a room with multiple people Noah assumes to be Vampires talking.

Astoria - ...chance a Pack is trying to move into Crimson Beech.

Lewyn - We have to consider all options. There's every chance the Knights of Ossory have begun using Werewolves. Plus the Hunt's Peak Pack is the closest and maybe looking to remove any potential threat.

Astoria - Use the thing they hunt? Please.

The room falls silent as Noah is brought to the centre.

Lewyn - Welcome to the Nexus, Mr. Harris.

Noah - (I'm guessing that's Lewyn. Which would make her Astoria.)

Lewyn - I hope you have good reasoning on why we should let you live.

Noah - Because if I turn up dead or disappear, people are going to come looking for me. And they know where I am.

Astoria - We could just turn you and keep you here.

Noah - Except then, you lose a chance to get rid of the Werewolf.

Genevieve - And what exactly can you offer, young man?

Noah - I can travel to get information. Outside of Crimson Beech. Let me find a Pack and see what they know.

Genevieve looks over at the two Coven heads.

Genevieve - He has a point. He could prove useful.

Lewyn and Astoria stare at each other for a moment, as if they were having a telepathic conversation. Noah looks behind to see Gabriela giving him a hopeful smile.

Lewyn - Very well. We'll allow you to get this information for us.

Noah's shoulders sag as he breathes a sigh of relief. Gabriela, Cas, and Charlie join him. Gabriela gives him a hug that he returns for a moment before they step back.

Gabriela - I know where to start.

Charlie - Chamber of Laws?

Gabriela - Exactly.

Cas - Research. Yay.

Gabriela leads them through to an ancient looking library filled with scrolls and tomes.

Gabriela - See if you can find anything on Werewolves.

Cas and Charlie head to different sections while Noah remains with Gabriela.

Noah - Charlie said that you were fighting for me.

Gabriela - They don't like it when humans discover the truth. I was explaining the truth to them.

Noah - Thank you.

Gabriela - Of course. Now come on. We have work to do. Let's try over here.

The four spend a couple hours going through scrolls and tomes with no luck. Except for Noah as he takes it as a chance to learn more about the world and the history of Vampires.

Charlie - Here!

Cas, Gabriela, and Noah join Charlie where they see that they have a tome with a drawing of almost exactly what they saw.

Charlie - Werewolves are protectors of Primal Magic. But they've been hunted down by an organisation called the knights of Ossory.

Gabriela - I've heard of them...

Noah turns to see her looking down.

Gabriela - My ancestors worked with them to hunt down Vampires for a period.

Cas - Shocker.

Noah shoots Cas a glare and he rolls his eyes.

Charlie - Anyway. There's a Pack not too far from here. Place called Hunt's Peak. One of the few left. But it seems like they managed to drive out the knights a couple years ago going by this entry made by Astoria.

Noah - Guess I know where I'm going.

Gabriela - You'll need proof of us. Look here.

She points to another entry about Hunt's Peak.

'While we are aware of Werewolves, it would seem that it is not vice versa for the Hunt's Peak Werewolves as we know they have no knowledge of Vampires.'

Cas - I can sort that.

Without another word, Cas takes off, leaving the three of them with the tome.

Gabriela - What else does it say?

Charlie - They have two forms. A wolf form and a Primal form.

Cas returns and hands Noah a vial filled with a red liquid.

Noah - Is that...

Cas - My blood. Let them have a sniff and they'll believe you.

Noah - Thanks.

Cas - I have one more thing.

Cas reaches into his pocket and hands Noah a couple keys.

Cas - You know how to ride a motorcycle?

Noah - Yeah.

Cas - Take mine. You won't have as much of a risk of getting stuck in traffic.

Noah takes the key and stuffs it in his pocket.

Noah - Thanks.

With a plan set, they return to the Nexus. On the way, Charlie looks at the maps on their phone and hands it to Noah.

Charlie - About ten hours to get there. You'll need at least three days.

Noah - Great.

Returning to the main chamber of the Nexus, they present their plan to the Elders.

Astoria - Very well. You have three days.

Noah - Thank you.

Astoria - But if you try to run, you will be hunted down.

Noah - I won't run.

[fmpjaydenhall2023]

Creating A Pause Menu:

Here i have created a pause menu feature. First i had created a new widget where i was going to put all buttons and pause menu features. So first i had created a pause menu background in photoshop and exported it as a PNG and imported it into my project files. Then i had added the buttons and text and laid it out i wanted it to be laid out when the pause menu appears in game. Once everything was laid out, i was then ready to create the resume, respawn, controls (implemented later), quit to desktop, exit to main menu (Main Menu added later on), FOV slider and music volume slider. First i coded it so that when pressing P it will pause the game, set the game mode input to UI only and create the pause menu widget. I then started creating the buttons, the resume button basically removes the pause menu widget, un pauses the game and sets the game mode back to game inputs. I then added a respawn button so that it kills the player and opens the level back up, the controls button will soon have another widget that will be created that displays all the controls when the button is hovered over by the players mouse cursor and when un hovered it disappears, quit ti desktop so closes the game entirely, exit to main menu so when pressed it will close the level and open the main menu which will be the first thing that the player will see when opening the game. I then added a FOV slider and a music volume slider that adjusts the scale of the FOV (field of view) and adjusts how loud the back ground music is. I did all this to give the player more control over the games preferences and so they can customise their experience to what they like best. 

This tutorial was used to make the game pause and the main menu to appear on the players screen with the input mode on interface and the mouse cursor to show and then when un pausing it gets rid of the pause menu widget, un pauses the game and sets the input mode back to game. 

[justshamie]

So went a bit wild on stream and came up with a College AU and then decided to write a lil oneshot for it. Enjoy c:

Link to AO3 | Link to Twitch if u interested in more shenanigans c:

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There was a soft knock on the door, but Adora in her hazy state barely even moved. She must have been dreaming or maybe she just imagined it. Her dream was more inviting than the prospect of someone bothering her in the middle of her afternoon nap. This was her only break before her evening classes, and she needed that dream to continue. The view of mismatched eyes, and the soft smirk on Catra’s face was imprinted in her mind. 

She could enjoy that, couldn’t she? They might not have been anything official yet, but Catra. The girl that Adora wished months ago, that she maybe liked her back. Just enough so they could at least be friends. But now, Adora knew that Catra had feelings for her, and after everything they went through, she could embrace that. Now Adora could lay in her dorm room and daydream about holding Catra and putting her face in the crook of her neck, just relaxing. So maybe she was a bit smitten. No one could blame her. They spent every moment together they could, texting during lectures and hanging out together after. She knew Catra wasn’t big on being affectionate towards others, and yet Adora was an exception. Whenever they spent time with their friends it showed, she would flinch at hugs, not expecting them. Still Catra found her ways to be close to Adora. Showing affection wasn’t maybe her strong suit, but Adora was there to meet her in the middle. Sometimes just their shoulders would touch. Sometimes Catra’s confidence showed and she would quite literally sit in Adora’s lap. Sometimes it was just her finger tucked into the back of Adora’s shirt. Out of anyone’s view. Sometimes she would hold her hand even if she was doing something else. Adora would laugh at the way Catra ate soup with her left hand if not for the warmth that spread in her chest then. If anyone would point out the affectionate gestures, she knew Catra would retreat. Last time that happened they were hanging out with their friends. They met up to play a boardgame, but Catra ended up telling them to play without her. She just sat snuggled into Adora’s side, her head tucked under Adora’s chin, while she was slowly scrolling some book on her phone. They ended up in that position after an hour of a game of pretend. Adora pretended that she wasn’t melting inside at Catra getting closer, and Catra pretended that her snuggling into Adora was just because she wanted to stretch her legs. After Adora had her arm around Catra’s waist and her fingers intertwined into hers, she was not too happy to lose that. It took all of three minutes for Bow to notice. 

“You guys are ADORABLE,” he squirmed, holding his hands to his cheeks. Everyone laughed at his comment. Adora felt a blush on her face, but that disappeared as soon as she noticed Catra freeze. Adora could feel the tension in her body right under her hold. When the goodnatured chuckling died down, Catra just excused herself to the bathroom. After coming back the weight of her back against Adora’s torso was just a memory. She ended up on the opposite side of the couch and remained there for the rest of the evening. Adora understood. Or rather she tried to understand, while letting Catra be Catra. She didn’t say anything and when they were getting back to their dorms, she found Catra’s hand in hers. Everything seemed right in the world then. They would find their place together and Adora was going to be patient about it. However, she still longed for those touches. She wasn’t innocent and she would initiate them herself, and the way Catra relaxed into her was cathartic. She would live and breathe those moments. It was like an invisible force was pushing them together. She sighed and looked at her phone. She texted Catra earlier that she was going to nap instead of getting lunch and they could get some food after classes were done. They had different schedules for the day, so Adora knew that Catra would be sitting in a lab right now, learning some photo editing software and being all grumpy about boring lecturers. Adora felt an overwhelming need to poke her in the cheek right now. Maybe she was a bit more than smitten. The knocking was back. Adora rolled over and got up, ready to tell anyone who wanted to steal her precious daydream to piss off. She grunted and opened the door, pulling the most displeased look she could.

“What’s that face for, you dork?” Catra laughed seeing Adora’s grimace. 

“Catra!” Adora’s face went on a full trip. From irritation to shock, bashfulness and into that soft smile that was saved only for Catra. She stood there wearing Adora’s soccer letterman jacket. That made the warm feeling inside her chest grow. Adora gave it to her after one of the matches, because she was cold. Now it was like Catra didn’t have anything else in her wardrobe. She never told her to keep it, but she quietly hoped Catra would never give it back. It was like a part of her was always with Catra. Before she could think about it, she had her arms around her in a hug.

“Whoa, look out dummy,” Catra pulled away, shoving a paper bag between them. Adora looked at her puzzled. “Wait, what are you doing here?” she wasn’t complaining, but a moment ago she was sure, she wasn’t going to see her for a few hours. 

“I got us lunch, duh,” she answered in that snarky way that Adora knew was just supposed to hide whatever she was actually feeling. There was a flash of uncertainty in her eyes. Adora let her inside the room with a grin. Seeing Catra in there always made her feel warm. Something about her being comfortable in a space that was just Adora’s. Catra dropped down on her bed, settling the bag next to her. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, poking the bag absently. Adora saw those little glances directed at her. 

“Couldn’t sit in a boring Photoshop class?” Adora smiled and plopped down on the bed next to her. 

“I could learn more on my own, so I decided to bail,” Catra smirked. “Wait, you remember what class I have?” 

“I sometimes listen to you, you know,” Adora pulled out her tongue. “Besides remembering your schedule is convenient. That way I can plan when I can see you.” 

“I…uh. Okay,” Catra seemed to not know what to say at that. Adora waited. “Thanks.” 

“Thanks?” she tilted her head, imitating a puppy. Maybe she wanted to tease her just a bit. 

“Ugh… You know,” Catra pushed lightly at her shoulder. “For caring.” 

Maybe she also wanted to hear that.

“Of course, I care about you,” Adora smiled. 

“Dork,” Catra shoved her in the side and fell onto her back, stretching. 

“Yeah, I am,” at this point, smitten might not have been enough to describe Adora’s feelings. Catra was just laying on her back relaxing. Adora opened the bag with food and pulled out three small trays of sushi and some miso soup. She would have laughed for Catra’s choice of eating fish, again, but then seeing her all comfortable on Adora’s bed made her heart flutter. She heard the quiet rumble coming from Catra’s chest. Catra was sunbathing in the warmth of afternoon sun. Adora set the boxes on the coffee table. That feeling of longing came to her. Adora wanted to wrap her arms around Catra and bury her nose behind her ear, in that soft puff of fur there. She touched Catra’s hand and made gentle circles with her thumb on the top of the palm of her hand. 

“I’m gonna go grab us some plates, be right back,” she placed a soft kiss to Catra’s shoulder and got up. She was being patient, there was no reason to rush. If someone saw her in the corridor when she walked over to the communal kitchen to grab the plates, she didn’t notice. Her daydream came to life and she didn’t need any more distractions. Maybe she was pacing a bit. Having Catra in her room, wearing her jacket and relaxing on her bed was making her buzz. This was something she wished for a long time. Being patient wasn’t easy sometimes, but the feeling of being with Catra like this was worth everything. She stopped in front of her door. Plates in her hands. This was alright, she could have this warmth in her life, she could want to be with someone like this. She took a deep breath. It was alright. She opened the door. Catra was still lounging on her bed. She smiled. She put the plates down and crawled on the bed. 

“Did you just come here to nap?” she teased, her head over Catra’s face, hair cascaded over her shoulder. She saw how Catra’s ear twitched when it tickled her. 

“Don’t forget lunch,” a sly smirk showed up on Catra’s face, her eyes still closed. 

“Oh? Is that so?” Adora grinned and gently slid her fingers over the side of Catra’s neck. She felt the rumble hiding in Catra’s throat. 

“Maybe,” Catra said, the tone of her voice lacked that usual snarkiness. Adora knew that tone, although it didn’t come out of Catra that often. Maybe she wasn’t the only one that felt that in her chest. 

“Comfortable there?” she smiled and started to softly scratch behind Catra’s ear with her other hand. A soft purr started to fill the space between them. 

“Yeah,” Catra sighed. “I knew trading my classes for a nap was worth it.” 

“And lunch, right?” Adora smiled. She couldn’t keep the tease in her voice either. Being like that together felt too good. 

“Duh,” now Catra was smiling, that gentle expression that was saved for Adora. Adora had it catalogued in her mind. Adora could swear every time she saw that expression her chest was bursting from everything she felt. Their mouth were inches away. She could feel Catra’s breath on her chin. 

“I was daydreaming about you earlier,” she confessed. 

“Oh…” Catra’s cheeks turned a shade darker, she opened her eyes for a second but closed them right after. She looked like she wanted to say something. Adora waited again. “I missed you, that’s why I came here.” 

“I missed you too.” Adora touched their noses together playfully. She could feel Catra’s breath on her cheek. 

“You’re such a dork,” Catra smiled and bent her arm over her to grab at Adora’s shirt collar. “Come here.” 

That was invitation enough. Adora closed the gap between them in a soft kiss. Their lips met and she could feel all that warmth flow out of her chest and fill the room. She felt every muscle in her body relax. It was gentle and exactly what her body longed for. The sound of Catra’s even purr filled her ears. Both of them weren’t going to rush anywhere, just happy to be there. Together. They pulled away, Adora put her forehead to Catra’s. Both of them sighed at the same time. 

“Such a dork,” Catra giggled. 

“Worth it,” Adora joined in a chuckle and planted a kiss on her forehead. Catra’s stomach grumbled hungrily. 

“Right. Nap and lunch, how could I forget?” 

“And you.” Catra smiled, and Adora thought she could daydream about that smile forever.

[ranhaitanisgf]

Can I request Jyugo with s/o who's insecure of her body?

jyugo with an s/o who's insecure of her body: headcanons

[𖤐] hello hello anon! first of all, TYSM FOR REQUESTING JYUGO I LOVE HIM SM AHHSKJDFSDHLFG 😩 as a note, these headcanons are meant to be read as a fem reader, and also contain references to a specific manga chapter! [the manga chapter is just the boys at an artificial beach at nanba] hope you enjoy these!!

❧ masterlist

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✗ when jyugo first learns of your insecurity about yourself, it’s by complete accident. he had discovered it when you all had gone to the artificial beach that mitsuru had requested, and he noticed that you were taking a really long time to come out of the changing rooms.

✗ he walked up to the door and was about to knock on it to ask if you were alright, but then he heard something. crying?

✗ the closer he listened, the more he was sure that you were crying, so he swiftly knocked on the door, asking if you were dressed. you obviously weren’t expecting him to be there, so out of shock, you said yes, immediately regretting it. jyugo burst into the room, (almost about to reveal his blades in case there was anybody there) asking if you were alright, and were you hurt?

✗ to his surprise, there didn’t seem to be anything wrong, but you were still crying, so now he didn’t know what to do.

✗ “ahm, what’s wrong (y/n)?” his voice was a lot more timid, and it was pretty obvious that he didn’t know what to do in this situation. or, maybe it’s because he was having a hard time even looking at you now because he was trying to contain the growing blush on his face from seeing you in a swimsuit.

✗ his question just made you feel even more terrible; you didn’t want to burden him with your own problems, but now that he had seen you like this, what excuse could you possibly make?? more tears started to slip down your face as you wrapped your arms around yourself, wanting to just disappear.

✗ “wait! don’t, uh, don’t cry, alright? i don’t know what happened, but everything’s alright, okay?” jyugo will send you a nervous smile and timidly open his arms up for a hug.

✗ his arms seemed like a really good place to be right now, so you accepted the hug. you guys could hear the others calling for you, but you couldn’t even hear them, and there was no way in hell jyugo was going to be moving anytime soon until he knew that you were alright.

✗ you probably confided in him about it later that night after the incident. he was genuinely really confused on why you see your body in such a negative manner, because as far as he can see, you were absolutely perfect in every way. you’ll probably think that he’s just saying that to make you feel better, but no, he truly means it.

✗ so now, ever since he found out about it, he will be doing his absolute best to make you see yourself in a positive light. he’s really determined to do so; he’s never felt this way before about anything. he’d never felt as strongly about anything else that he did about this.

✗ he will be giving you a lot of compliments on how you look everyday, (he’s going to be blushing a lot though; he’s not used to giving anybody such words) and he’ll be trying his best to make sure that you’re happy and feeling good about yourself.

✗ if he ever sees you looking at a magazine model for a bit longer than you should, he’ll casually point out that everything in magazines is photoshopped and staged, (he knows this because he probably shared a cell once with a men’s magazine model who had also worked with women).

✗ he’s not going to say that you’re not allowed to be insecure, but he doesn’t think that you should be to the point that you hate to see yourself in a swimsuit, (quite frankly, he thinks you look absolutely amazing, and he’s said it to you a lot).

✗ he might even convince mitsuru to make hajime take you guys to the artificial beach again, partly because he wants to see you in the swim suit again, but mainly because he wants you to see how nobody else is going to judge you for how you look.

✗ jyugo can and will fight anybody if they make weird comments about your body, and he’ll even bring out the blades for this. nobody gets to talk about his s/o like that, and he’ll be damned if he lets them, (he’ll get beat up by hajime for trying, but hajime will most definitely punch whoever said it because he drinks his respect women juice i think).

✗ might ask uno for some ideas on how to get you to see yourself in a better light

✗ honestly, this boy just loves you so much, and he doesn’t want you to feel bad about how your body looks, because he thinks that you’re absolutely perfect just the way you are <33

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[keenmarvellover]

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And some (lots of) bashing of Helicopter Parents.(You want to read only the rights. Here it is)

Wet Book Rescue : Steps to save a Wet Book

Valuable information if some of your prized books were affected by recent flooding. The video even shows you what to do if you can’t dry the book out right away.

Cheatsheet to Navigate AO3

Makes your time on AO3 a little more easier and interesting

How to trick Writers into giving you More Fanfic to read

Works for Comics and Art as well.

Get a Book Suggestion

This book website gives you the first page of a random book without the title or author so that you can read it with no preconceptions

Books written by POC Writers

Only POC authors included in the list.

Students

Basic ASL (American Sign Language) Movements

ASL Hand Movements for beginners.

Tips for studying with ADHD/a>

Made by a person with ADHD themself.

Resources to Learn New Languages

Ten fairly useful general language resources

How to properly take notes

It helps. It really helps.

FREE ONLINE LANGUAGE COURSES

Here is a masterpost of MOOCs (massive open online courses) that are available, archived, or starting soon. I think they will help those that like to learn with a teacher or with videos.

A Thread of Tips

A thread of tips to help High School and College students academically

LEARN THINGS FOR FREE

FREE ONLINE COURSES (here are listed websites that provide huge variety of courses)

Google like a BOSS

Some life hacks which make student's lives easier.

625 words to know in your Target Language

If your learning a new language, these words will help you build a strong foundation.(Some tips and sites are include too)

Miscellaneous/Life Hacks

How to add music to your Blog

How to add your very own, custom homemade playlist to your blog?

How to Walk with Purpose?

Some tips on how to hold yourself in public and why.

Cheatsheet for Laundry Rooms

Saves a lot of money in the Laundry Room

How to Gird up your Loins?

A lesson in how to gird your loins.

How to Disappear Online

Please read and spread for the sake of abuse victims or stalker victims.

What to do during a Nuclear Attack

I hope you never have to use it but here are some guidelines to follow in the event of a nuclear attack

How to pull an All-Nighter.

A to-do list

Write a Thank You letter after your Interview

It leaves a good impression on your interviewer and increase your chances of passing the interview.

Laundry Tags: Meanings

A life hack that you’ll definitely need at some point.

Where to find free Movies and Series Online

Lots of sites. Lots and Lots of sites. I am not Kidding. Now go and chill without netflix. (Part II)

How to get a Refund?

Get your stuff or a refund.

HOW TO DO EVERYTHING FROM SCRATCH

This starts at the most absolute basics of gardening and planting, provides definitions, and hopefully is easily understandable. This is a MUST-READ. (Farming)

Discuss your wages

It’s your right to share your salary, not doing so could be holding you back.

Youtube Tutorials for Basically EVERYTHING

This is a big, giant list of Youtube tutorials that will teach you all the basic life skills you need to know in order to be a functional adult.

Safety

Emergency Evacuation - Items to Gather

A text list of suggested items to acquire in the event of an emergency.

If someone you know is in an abusive relationship

AN ABBREVIATED GUIDE TO ‘Holy shit!!! My friend is in an abusive relationship what do I do’ and what not to do.

Defense Tips for Women

Defense and Safety tips a woman MUST know. (Part II)

An app that informs your Emergency contacts if you are inactive in a set period of time.(Could prevent rape attempts if used correctly)

If a Man gets Physical

How to check if a mirror is one way or two-way

If you are trapped in a smoke-filled apartment: What to Do

How to get out of Hand-binds

How to get out of the bunker of a Car

How to track Anonymous asks.

How to pick a Lock

Traits and Warning signs of an Abuser

What to do if a bigot pulls your Hijab (from behind)

What to do if someone pulls of a Muslim Woman's Hijab? (To do List for both Men and Women)

[bonesandthebees]

i think this time i'm dying

just wanted to write a short thing about c!wilbur's experience at the train station when c!dream showed up with ghostbur in tow

tw: brief mention of tommy being hurt

also posted to ao3

(word count: 1,544)

In the distance, Wilbur could hear the whir of an oncoming train.

This was normal. Trains came and went, steely grey blurs never slowing down enough for him to see what—or who—was inside. Warm air would billow around him, stale and heavy as it was pushed from the dark tunnels the trains came and went from. Only twice had a train stopped.

Once, to deliver someone who called himself Mexican Dream. When he had first shown up, Wilbur thought he was losing his sanity for a second time and had hallucinated the man. But unfortunately for him, he hadn’t been.

The second time the train stopped brought someone Wilbur hadn’t expected to see for a long, long time.

Greasy blonde hair sticking out all over his head, blood dripping from his nose and staining the dingy grey tiles of the platform, and a pair of blue eyes that were so much duller than what Wilbur had remembered.

Wilbur remembered when Tommy had first stepped off the train, Wilbur had once again thought he was hallucinating. But when he realized that Tommy was there, with him in the afterlife, he had laughed.

Of course Tommy wasn’t going to live much longer than he had. He was Tommy after all. Pissing people off was what he was best at. He should have known his own brother better than that. Tommy had never exactly been skilled in the art of self-preservation.

So he laughed. He doubled over at the sight of the bloodied teenager, and laughed until his lungs were screaming for a break. Tommy glared at him, but there was none of the raw, vibrant anger that Wilbur had seen from Tommy’s gaze in the past. The afterlife had dulled him in more ways than one.

Once he had laughed himself out, Wilbur had put a hand on his shoulders and guided him towards his favorite bench in the train station. Then, they started their game of cards.

With Tommy around, the afterlife wasn’t exactly tolerable, but it wasn’t the utter hell it had once been. It was still hell in every sense of the word, but Wilbur had someone to share his misery with.

Technically he had had Schlatt and Mexican Dream to share his miseries with too, but they weren’t exactly the most enjoyable company to keep. Along with that, Schlatt never wanted to play cards with him, and Mexican Dream was one of the worst competitive solitaire players Wilbur had ever met. At least he could banter with Tommy.

For several months, Tommy had been with him. And then the day came where the train stopped at the station once more. But this time, no one came out when the doors slid open. Instead, Wilbur saw a cracked porcelain mask, still fixed in its ever present grin. Tommy was yanked inside, and then the train disappeared into the shadowy tunnels like it had never been there in the first place.

Years passed. Wilbur continued to play solitaire. He thought about what Dream getting Tommy back on the train meant, and why Tommy hadn’t come back after that.

The walls of the train station seemed to grow closer around him. The air grew more stale. The blood from Tommy’s nose never faded against the tiles. Wilbur felt like he was suffocating.

The whir of the train sounded in the distance. Wilbur didn’t glance up from his cards, waiting for it to pass on by just like it always did.

But then there was that metallic screech. The slow whine of the brakes being pulled. A breeze blew Wilbur’s coat up around his legs, and one of his cards flew past his head.

The train had stopped once more. Wilbur pushed himself to his feet, shoving the rest of the cards in his pocket as he approached the train doors. Which unlucky bastard was it this time?

With a low hiss, the doors slid open. Cold air rushed in from the inside of the train, and Wilbur found himself face to face with… himself?

The man in front of him looked exactly like him, but if he was put into photoshop and the saturation was turned down to zero. There was no color on him at all. His skin was grey, his hair was a darker grey, and his eyes were completely white—no irises.

Ghostbur.

The only color Ghostbur had was coming from his eyes. Thick rivulets of deep cerulean blue tears trailed down Ghostbur’s cheeks, making a singeing noise as smoke wafted up from wherever the tears touched his skin. He was choking out small sobs, trying to wipe his eyes even though it only made the singeing worse.

Then, someone else spoke.

“It’s time for you to get off the train, Ghostbur.”

That voice. Wilbur hadn’t heard that voice in over a decade.

Turning his head away from Ghostbur, Wilbur found himself facing that cracked porcelain mask once again.

“Long time no see, Wilbur,” Dream said warmly.

Wilbur looked Dream up and down, wondering if this was even real. He hadn’t gotten a good look at Dream when he had come to take Tommy away. All he had seen was that his usually pristine mask had a large crack down the center of it. But now that Wilbur was actually looking, he saw a lot had changed about Dream.

Dirty blonde hair tumbled down to his shoulders, bits of dried blood caking the strands here and there. Instead of his usual green hoodie, he was wearing a dingy orange jumpsuit—which was torn in numerous places and also stained with blood. From some of the holes in the jumpsuit, Wilbur could see raised scars littering Dream’s body. As if he had been stabbed over and over again.

“You look like shit,” Wilbur commented as he looked back up to meet the beady black eyes of the smiley face.

Dream chuckled. “You don’t look much better yourself.”

Wilbur shrugged, looking down at the burnt, torn edges of his coat, the blood still staining the edges of the slash mark on his sweater. He hadn’t seen his own face in a very long time, but he could only imagine how tired he looked.

“Hell will do that to you,” Wilbur retorted, shooting Dream a wry grin.

“You want to leave, don’t you?” Dream then asked, a sharpness in his voice that hadn’t been there until now.

Wilbur stiffened at the words. Was… was that an offer? Could Dream take him onto that train, just like he took Tommy all those years ago?

Glancing to his left, he could see Ghostbur still sniffling, clinging onto one of the poles on the train car for dear life. He was hiccuping into the arm of his sweater now, and Wilbur almost winced in sympathy for the poor thing.

Almost.

There was a reason Ghostbur was there. He was a ghost. Technically, he shouldn’t be able to die. But Dream had brought him down here himself, and the train had yet to leave again.

“I was wondering if you were ever going to come back for your loyal vassal,” Wilbur said, a smirk sharpening the corners of his lips. “I almost thought you’d forgotten about me.”

“Of course not. I just had to wait for the right time,” Dream replied. Then, his gaze shifted to the ghost. “Get off the train, Ghostbur.”

Next to them, Ghostbur stiffened, and his eyes went wide.

“N-No! Please don’t make me leave!” He pleaded, his voice cracking with every word.

Dream stepped over to Ghostbur, placing a hand over the one Ghostbur was using to hold onto the pole. “Let go.” It wasn’t a request. It was an order.

There was a moment of silence between the two. Ghostbur met the smiley face gaze of Dream, lip trembling as he tried to keep from flinching.

“I don’t want to die though,” Ghostbur whispered to Dream.

Dream leaned closer to Ghostbur, and Wilbur could barely make out what he said in reply.

“But you’re already dead.”

Ghostbur gasped sharply, and blue tears started to pour down his cheeks once again. Finally, he dropped his hand from the pole. More violent sobs broke out of him, and he buried his face in his hands as Dream put a hand on his back, and led him off the train.

Dream never actually got off the train. Simply led Ghostbur to the divider between the platform and the train, and gave him a gentle shove onto the tiles. As soon as he was off the train, Ghostbur fell to his knees, crying while speaking incoherently into his hands. The only thing Wilbur was able to recognize from his babbling was Tommy’s name. Ghostbur was saying it over and over again, while also counting to ten.

Then, Dream was standing in front of Wilbur again.

“I think you’ve been down here long enough,” Dream said, his hand outstretched for Wilbur to take.

With one last glance at Ghostbur, Wilbur met Dream’s gaze with his own smirk, taking the offered hand and stepping onto the train.

The train doors slid shut, and as they rumbled into the shadowed tunnel, the lights in the train shut off. And just like that, they were swallowed by darkness.

[cullen-collective]

please can we have some hcs about some things about leah that would surpise us (like about her past, or her personality, things she's said, done ... stuff like that)

I love this ask!!!!

Pre-phase, Leah's best subject in school was art. She absolutely loved mixed media, and she was getting much better at photoshop as well as most drawing software.

Post-phase, she becomes borderline obsessed with Biology. She wants to understand how and why it happens, the minute details and differences that cause a phase.

Total Daddy's girl, which is why Harry's death hit her so hard.

As soon as she feels her mom is settled, she wants to go to college to study biology and medicine. Someone besides a leech (even a "nice" one) should be able to treat her family, and she thinks it should be her.

Uses her art skills for evil. Photoshops Paul's face onto a photo of Sam without a shirt, making each of his abs a tiny Paul. Photoshopped Seth onto the sun from Teletubbies.

Joke was on her, though, cause Seth loved it.

She's overprotective of Seth, but of her mother, too. When Sue starts dating Charlie she keeps a keen eye on him for weeks.

She was well-liked in school, and when Sam started disappearing all the time she had tons of support from her friends.

Pre-phase Leah was the quintessential teenage girl, participating in several school clubs and sports. Total track star.

Signs every petition put in front of her, and used to force Sam to, too.

"Come on, your signature can only help. Want me to forge it for you? Cause I will." All while stabbing him with the pen.

She had begun tagging along to council meetings with her dad before she phased, setting out the chairs, arranging refreshments. She knew he loved it.

She was happy and free, loved to run, loved to draw, loved to chat on the phone with anyone who'd listen.

Post-phase Leah missed that girl sometimes, but once she got over Sam, she got a lot of her back. In between classes, she'd doodle at the campus cafe, she tried out for the college track team.

She starts tagging along to council meetings again whenever she's home, this time with her mom.

She had always been so much closer to Harry, but she and Sue formed the deepest of connections in his loss.

They leaned on each other, and when they found they could stand alone, they leant anyway, content to enjoy each other like they hadn't since Leah was young.

She plays too many video games with Seth, but she'll let him win a round every now and then, just to keep him interested.

She makes fish fry on Sundays. Charlie always tells her it's exactly like her Dad's. She's starting to like Charlie a bit.

When she graduates, she wants to open her practice on the reservation, so that she can provide services to the tribe, first and foremost.

Leah was a free-spirit who got trapped by heartbreak on so many sides, but broke out of it with some help. She's the strongest person almost anyone knows.

Seth says so all the time.

[kokobop-fire]

Cravings {Kim Seokjin}

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the gifts that I use, algo English is not my first language so sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Mood Swings 

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You smiled when you smelled the cookies as soon as you entered the apartment, one of your many cravings was Jin's chocolate chip cookies, and the best part is that your boyfriend loved to cook all your cravings.

You took off your heels quickly to head to the kitchen; you came across the image of Jin taking a tray out of the oven and Namjoon at the kitchen table reading a book while he ate a couple of cookies.

"Have you ever been told that you shouldn't eat a pregnant woman's food?" Namjoon, hearing your voice, choked on a piece of cookie. "I missed you too much."

You buried your head on Jin's chest, inhaling his perfume "I missed you too" Jin tilted his head to kiss your head.

"I'm fine if you're interested," Namjoon commented.

"No, I don't care, and you keep eating my cookies" You hit him lightly on the head, You grabbed a cookie; Jin's cookies were out of this world."

Jin leaned against the kitchen table. "Jagi, we have to go for a Photoshop in Daegu, and we won't be back until Saturday."

Ji looked worried when he finished the sentence because lately, you are very clingy, you wanted to do everything with him, you were already showering with him to a point.

Jin did not mind, but sometimes at work, he did not want to risk someone new from the staff spreading the information about his pregnant girlfriend, but it was a good thing that he had to leave since you started your cravings, you did not want him to saw you eating your weird cravings.

You loved his cookies, but you were dying to put mustard on the cookies.

"Sounds perfect to me; when are you leaving?" you tried to hide the emotion from your voice.

"Now," Namjoon stood up, closing his book.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay?" ask you, Jin.

"Yes, I'm a little tired, so I'm going to go to sleep" you kissed him on the lips before leaving the kitchen.

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You continued dancing to the beat of WAP, two hours ago since Jin left, and as soon as he walked out the door, you began to indulge your actual cravings.

All the cookies that Jin had left disappeared from the mountain of mustard that you put on them, the sweet and salty combination made your little girl dance on your stomach; you could notice the silhouette of her feet against your belly.

You finished adding honey and sugar to the bacon you were cooking, the idea of ​​eating vanilla ice cream with sweet bacon and pickles came to mind when you got out of the shower. You turned the air in the room to the maximum and sat down to continue watching your movie.

You were focused on the movie and your ice cream that you didn't hear Jin enter the apartment. You realized when he sat next to you already in his pajamas and a plate of ice cream similar to yours, causing you a small heart attack. "What are we watching?"

You looked at him incredulously "Shouldn't you be arriving in Daegu?"

There is an intense traffic jam on the road, so we are leaving early tomorrow. He kissed you on your cheek before starting to eat his ice cream "I must admit that the ingredients at first glance together did not attract attention, but it tastes good."

You felt your cheeks turn red; you opened and closed your mouth multiple times without words, "Jagi must not feel ashamed of your cravings; it is something completely normal."

That was one of the many reasons why you loved Jin. He always supported you no matter what madness you were planning at the time. There was a time that he accompanied you to the end when you suggested climbing Mount Everest. He gave you all his support even though he knew you weren't going to do it.

"I like to think that she is a foodie like her father, and that is why she makes me eat strange things" you put a hand on your big belly.

"How about I make fried chicken and pickle ramen?" I ask you with a smile when I finish eating his ice cream.

"You really are the best boyfriend in the world" you kissed him on the lips. "Maybe after that, you can help me with other cravings."

He gave you a confused look "What is that craving."

"Your Dick in my mouth" You laughed when he saw his face turn completely red.

You were going to have a long night, and you couldn't wait.

[fantasyfandommaiden]

ML Counsellor AU: It’s not photoshopped

One of the downsides to being the owner of the ‘Gabriel’ brand was that he had the final say on all advertisement pictures before they were released to the press… however the more he looked at the latest photos, the more he found that something… wasn’t quite right.

~~~~~~

Gabriel was fighting a massive headache that even tylenol wouldn’t fix. He honestly just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep, but if he didn’t approve of these photos by the end of the day, than they would be late to the magazine release and he wasn’t going to allow that to happen. 

They were mainly for the new fragrance line, as well as some of the winter clothes (it was currently late Summer, early Autumn but if they didn’t get those photos done now than it would be late for the season) however there was something… off about the photos that he was having an issue with. Adrien’s face seemed sharper than usual with the close ups, and his body was more lean. 

He looked like he was a fair bit thinner than he should be. Gabriel actually brought up photos taken several months ago to make sure that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him, but no, he did look far thinner.  

Gabriel called Nathalie into his office, still looking down at the photos with a scowl on his face. “... Something wrong with the photographs sir?” Nathalie asked with her usual professional tone. 

“... The latest photographs, did they go through our photoshop standards already?” Gabriel asked, still looking at the photo. 

Nathalie raised an elegant brow at the question “... Yes sir. Elle did it to your standards, with only color and lighting corrections, as well as getting rid of any obvious blemishes.” Nathalie stated calmly.

 Gabriel hated how many fashion models (who were already far thinner than they should be) were often photoshopped to be thinner or had any birthmarks, freckles, or scars were made to disappear. He actually had a female runway model who had a large birthmark across her eyes that almost looked like a mask. She had been one of Gabriel’s first models for the brand, and although she was almost 30, he had no plans to ‘retire’ her unless she wished to. He did plan to offer her a chance to be a modelling coach however. 

He also knew that Elle, who was one of the best editors he had in the brand, would never make this dramatic of a change to the photos without contacting him first. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before standing. “Has Adrien returned from fencing class?” he asked Nathalie, looking at her. 

~~~~~

Adrien was in his room, working on his homework when there was a knock at his door. “Come in.” he called, turning in his chair as the door opened. His eyes widened when his father entered the room, looking at Adrien. “F-Father… Hello!” he said as the man walked over to him.

“Adrien, stand up.” he stated, and Adrien instantly stood up, wondering what this could be about. Gabriel looked intensely at his face, than slowly looked down at the rest of him, actually lifting his hand to look at his wrist, a slight scowl on his face. “... Adrien, have you been eating the full meals provided to you by the chief?” he asked. 

Adrien blinked at the question “Yes father.” he responded quickly, but that answer seemed to cause him to scowl even more, so he guessed it was the wrong answer “I-Is there a problem?” 

“I was looking at your photos from your latest shoot, and noticed you are far thinner than last time.” Gabriel explained “Have you been doing other physical activities beside fencing and basket ball?” 

“No, not really.” Adrien stated rather quickly. Too quickly, and Gabriel could feel a spike of panic and guilt… he was lying. 

Gabriel looked down at Adrien with a stern expression “... Adrien, you shouldn’t lie to me. I know when you're lying. It’s important for me to know these things so that you are eating enough for the amount of calories you use in a day.” he responded to him. “I realise that your diet is very strict, and you have been enjoying your freedom, but you are clearly losing weight, and I refuse to allow this to continue because it is very bad for your health.” he stated to him.

Adrien looked at him wide eyed, bitting his bottom lip slightly “... Okay, so, with all of the akuma attacks that have been happening lately, I have started learning how to do parkour with some friends.” he stated slowly, looking at his father. “I realise that Gorilla- I mean, my bodyguard, is always there to protect me, but sometimes, like when it happens during school, we need to evacuate quickly, so me and some classmates thought that learning parkour would help us escape the situation more quickly.” 

Gabriel looked at him with a raised brow “... I don’t recall signing any forms for you to take on more lessons.” 

Adrien winced slightly, resisting the urge to fidget “It’s not a formal class or anything. During our breaks between class, it's usually like ten minutes, me and some of my classmates will go over some basic moves in the gym. Two of my classmates, Kim and Alix, are very athletic, and have been teaching us stuff like how to fall properly and do proper techniques. Kim is actually a junior lifeguard and swim instructor, and Alix has been doing this since she would walk so, also there is always at least one teacher in the gym to supervise … I just figured it would be something good to know. I didn’t tell you, because it’s not a formal class, it doesn’t take up much of my time either.” Also, you wouldn’t approve had gone unsaid. 

Gabriel looked down at him for a long while, before sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “Adrien, parkour can be very dangerous if done incorrectly.” the man began and Adrien was just waiting for him to say ‘these children are bad influences on you, and you should stay away.’ 

“However, the fact you took initiative with your safety is good.” Gabriel complimented. “I wish you had told me sooner, because I am guessing this has been going on for awhile, yes?”

Adrien nodded “Shortly after the Stoneheart incident.” 

Gabriel scowled, remembering the first akuma that started this all with the face off against Ladybug and Chat Noir. “Yes, that. So for a long while, meaning your dietitian has been unknowingly underfeeding you. How often do you have these… ‘lessons’.” 

Adrien blinked, not believing that his father hadn’t pulled him out of this yet… but then again, this was an activity having to do with his safety so maybe that was why. “Um… it’s not very formal, but usually three maybe four times a week? During breaks that would amount to…. Four extra hours of physical activity.” 

Gabriel nodded “Very well, I will have Nathalie book another appointment with your dietitian, where I expect you to tell him in full ALL of the physical activities you do so we can have throughout the week Adrien.” he stated, looking at his son now realising that on top of him losing some weight he seems to have grown taller. A small, ghost of a smile appeared on his face “... I would have had to call anyway, if you're anything like me, you're bound to hit your growth spurt soon.” 

Adrien’s eyes widened as he looked at his father “... So, you’ll allow me to continue?” “I should have been informed about this before you started, seeing it can be dangerous and I don’t like being deceived, but since you are learning it so you will be able to get out of situations with akumas more quickly, I will allow it, on the condition that you wear proper safety equipment.” 

Adrien blinks “... Like, a helmet?” he asked slowly, dreading the thought of his friends comments on him going to one of their hangouts wearing a bike helmet. 

“No, helmets would get in the way with somersaulting if not built correctly and would cause damage to the neck. I mean things like wrist and knee guards. Also to wear loose clothing, and long pants so when you do fall, your less likely to scrap yourself against the ground.” Gabriel stated in a matter of fact tone. 

Adrien looked at his father in shock “... How do you know this stuff father?” 

Gabriel was quiet for a long moment before replying in a monotonous voice “During my time in design school we had a project were we had to design active wear, so I did extensive research on the topic. It appears even after all these years I still retain some of the information.” he stated evenly before turning around “I will make sure that the chief gives you some extra helpings tonight so we can get your weight back to normal.” 

“Ah!” Adrien called out and Gabriel looked over his shoulder with a raised brow. Adrien almost lost his nerve but began to speak anyways “Could I request lasagna for dinner tonight?” 

Gabriel looked at his son for a long moment. “The cooking staff has already prepped tonights meal and started when I came up to speak to you, it would be rude to have them change the entire meal plan so late now.” Adrien slumped slightly, nodding. “... Of course father.” 

Gabriel stood where he was for a moment longer, still looking at his son over his shoulder “I have some more work to attend to tonight, so I won't be joining you for dinner.” to which Adrien just gave a solemn nod, expecting that really. 

“... However, I will request that the cooking staff make lasagna tomorrow night.” Adrien perked up slightly, looking at his father who still had a fairly neutral expression. “And provided that I get all of my work together, I may join you.” 

Adrien grinned widely “That would be great father, I look forward to it!” 

~~~~ 

Sadly, there was an akuma attack that afternoon and Nathalie had to be the one to inform Adrien how his father was too busy to join him for dinner. The lasagna, which he had no doubt was very good, didn’t taste as nice as he believed it would.

[shanaraharlyah]

Love Will Keep You Up All Night

"Love will keep you up all night Its not something you can decide One day you're all alone The next your crying on the phone Love will keep you up all night You got a taste of sweet divine It took you to the other side Love will keep you up all night" ~Backstreet Boys

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Story below cut

Sarovanya and Tarwen made their way back to the inn through the pouring rain.  When they arrived he ordered clean towels and warm meals from the innkeeper.  The pair returned to their rooms to dry, then spent the rest of the evening together in front of the warm fire in Sarovanya's room.  They talked briefly about what had happened earlier, but Saro did his best to keep the mood pleasant and Tarwens mind from the incident.  As the moon began to rise and cast it's blue light through the window, he finally drew their attention to the hour. "It's getting late, Tarwen, and we have an early day tomorrow if we plan to catch the ship leaving in time to get us home for the festival.  Perhaps we should turn in," he said while absently brushing a loose hair back from her face. Tarwen lowered her gaze.  "I guess you're right," she replied and paused before getting up and stretching.  Sarovanya followed as she headed toward the door and pushed it open.  She paused at the door and, turning back to him, wrapped him in a warm embrace.  "Thank you for all you did tonight, Saro.  If you weren't there I don't know what would have become of me."  Stepping back she continued with a sad smile, "I'm still worried about him, but at least I am here to worry." "Any time," he replied, returning the sad smile.  "I'm sure he'll be alright." "I hope so.  Good night, Saro," she said stepping into the hallway. "Good night," he said, following to see her to her room.  She stopped at the door to smile back at him before disappearing through it. Sarovanya sighed, turning back to his own unoccupied room and closing the door behind him.  He checked the fire before dropping his towel onto the empty chair and sliding into his vacant bed.  He sat there, a mix of emotions flooding him, and pressed his hand to the cold stone wall.  On the other side of that wall, the woman of his dreams readied herself for bed and would curl up tight under warm blankets to sleep through the night, though troubled dreams might find her.  He wished that he could be more, that he could be there to hold her tight and help chase those dreams and worries away.  He wanted so much to be more, but instead he was here, pressing his hand to the wall, wishing he could feel her warmth.  Sleep wouldn't find him this night. --- This is the first part of a diptych I've had planned for a few years now.  The other side will depict Tarwen in her room to complete the full image, but I'm still working on that.  The new video card is allowing for a much less grainy image than the last one did, so hopefully I will have it done and uploaded soon. Setup and rendered in DAZ Studio 4.11 Pro Public Build Beta.  Postwork in Photoshop Elements 8.0.

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[atinydise]

Ateez cheating on their s/o (1/2)

❦ Genre: Angst.

❦ Pairing: OT8.

❦ Word count: 1k8.

❦ Masterlist.

Part 2

HONGJOONG

“Sorry Y/N but we need to work till late tonight. Don’t wait for me babe.” “Oka-“ you tried to say but he hung up too fast. It’s been 2 weeks now. He was like a ghost for you. He came to sleep at your apartment and was gone before you woke up. You took a deep breath and threw your phone on your bed, frustrated. The comeback promotions were over, on what he could work on so bad.

You stoop up of your bed, determined to cheer him and the boys too. In 10 minutes, you were at the convenient store buying their favorite snacks. You couldn’t help them much because you were not a pro, but at least you could help to fill their stomachs. Few minutes later you were in the KQ’s elevator. Your hands were shaking from excitement. They would be so happy. You checked your phone to see if Hongjoong answered you, but still no message from him. As you walk on the corridor, you could hear a loud music resounding. It came from your boyfriend’s studio. Without knocking, because you wouldn’t hear it anyway, you opened the door. “Hongjoong! I have-“.

You paused.

Your boyfriend and the girl on his laps paused too.

The music was loud, but you couldn’t hear anything at this moment, too focused on the horrible scene. The plastic bag fell of your hand. Your cheeks were wet before you could notice. Hongjoong pushed the girl away from his laps. “Y/N… that’s not what you think!” Then what was this girl doing on him? Why her lipstick was on his lips? Why his hair was messy? You couldn’t stop your tears. You wanted to throw up. He took your hand, but you removed so fast that he stepped back. “What are you doing Hongjoong?!” you finally yelled at him. The rest of the members came when they heard you. “What is happening?” Asked Seonghwa. “What are you doing Hongjoong?” you repeated. He couldn’t look at you, too ashamed. You threw on him, the scarf he gave for your birthday. “I hate you!” You left, hearing Yunho asking you to stay with them. But it was too late, they wouldn’t see you again.

SEONGHWA

[“It’s good to be home! I missed my mom and her cooking skills!] [“Say hello to your mom for me. I will try to send another chocolate box soon!”] [“Okay! I will tell a bit later, she’s with her friends.”] Your boyfriend was taking a break for few days at his parents’ house. You encouraged him to go. He worked so hard this year. [“Well baby, I will be busy for few hours. I’m going to see my uncle!”] [“Okay, have fun there! I love you!”] You searched on few websites what you could buy for his birthday. He’s going to be on tour, but he would be so happy. You saw the shoes that he wanted so bad since he saw it last week. That was a bit expensive, but you could afford it. You just needed to wait the end of the month. You could see him moonwalking with these boots. That’s like a ritual for him when he buys new shoes.

After your little online shopping, you opened Twitter. Your tweets list was boring, even if some got your attention. You typed “ATEEZ” on the search bar to see Atinys’ posts. It was the “Atiny Selca Day”, the fans were posing in the same position of their bias. Your boyfriend was a bit everywhere. As you wanted to see the popular selcas, one tweet got your attention. That wasn’t a selfie. But that was definitively your boyfriend on this picture. You felt your heart race when you saw that he was hugging and kissing this girl. You couldn’t believe it. Is that an edit? You prayed that it was one. As you zoomed on the picture to see any default or any sign of photoshop, you received a SNS’ notification. The title was “Seonghwa (Ateez) spending time with his girlfriend in Jeju Island.” You didn’t believe it or you didn’t want to. Everything was happening so fast. Confused, you texted your boyfriend. [“Seonghwa were are you?”] You instantly saw that he was answering. [“What do you mean? I’m with my uncle.”] [“Take a picture of both of you. Now.”] [“I can’t”]. Your heat skipped a beat. [“He doesn’t like picture…”] He was lying and you knew it. You sent him a screenshot of him and this girl. [“Take a damn picture of you and your uncle Park Seonghwa.”] You wiped one of your tears. He was writing but stopped. For 2 longs minutes the dots appeared and disappeared on your screen. [“Y/N… I’m sorry…”] Now he confirmed it. Your heart was so heavy that you thought you were going to die. [“Don’t try to talk with me ever again.”] That’s the last time you talked to him.

YUNHO

Every Friday, you were at Ateez dorm with your boyfriend, for a movie night. That was like a ritual, since he worked so much and didn’t have so much free time, that’s the last thing he could do for you. Tonight, he chose Harry Potter, aka his favorite movie. But he wasn’t paying any attention on it. Always looking at his phone. “Who are you texting like that No-no*?” you asked. You felt him tense a bit. “Mingi!” He almost yelled, “we are talking about the new choreography. Idol life, you know.” He giggled. “You guys never take a break. You will transform into machines.” He kissed your forehead. “But at least we like our job.” You smiled at him and focused back on the movie. 30 minutes later you asked Yunho, “Can you bring more popcorn? This one was really good, where did you bought it?” “A friend gave it to me. It’s from Chicago.” “Then ask him where he bought it,” you giggled, “I can bet it’s Johnny!” you guessed as he left the living-room. You tried to focus back on the movie but Yunho’s phone was non-stop buzzing next to you. “Ya Mingi… let him rest a bit.” You whispered. You decided to trap Mingi by answering one of his messages. When you unlocked his phone, you weren’t expecting to see “Sojin” texting your boyfriend. “Who is Sojin?” you asked Yunho. “What? I don’t hear you.” Before you could ask him one more time, the phone buzzed in your hand. A new message from Sojin. [“Wow… I can’t wait. What are you doing tonight? I want another round.”] Instinctively, you’ve read all the messages. Most of them was suggestive. She sent few selfies as well. “Here’s your popcorn prin-“ Yunho stopped when he saw you, his phone on your shaking hands. “Yunho, who is Sojin? And why are you talking with her like that?” Your eyes didn’t leave him. “I-… Y-Y/N” he stuttered. “Were you talking with this girl since I’m here? Why she’s asking another round Yunho?” you faced him. “Talk to me for god’s sake!”. “Y/N…” “Are you sleeping with this girl?” He didn’t answer you. But you knew. You threw his phone on his chest. “Y/N wait!” he begged when you packed your stuff. “How dare you? Asking me to wait while you are flirting and more with this Sojin!” You head was spinning, you wanted to throw up, your heart was in pain. He didn’t try to hold you back as you left the room.

*No-no: a nickname for Yunho.

YEOSANG

You invited all the members to go at restaurant for celebrate their first win. Everyone was so excited. They felt so much lighter now. Having a first win is a big step for idols. “I can’t come with you guys.” Said Yeosang embarrassed. “Why? We can’t celebrate that without you!” you said. “I promised my friend to meet him today since he’s in Korea for 1 week.” He explained. “Then go hyung, but I want my Bulgogi! We need to go Y/N!” Wooyoung almost begged you. You giggled, it would be less funny without your boyfriend but you don’t want to disappoint the boys. “Okay! Let’s go!” You kissed Yeosang softly, “have fun babe.” He smiled at you, “thank you!”. “Y/N” yelled Wooyoung.

The dinner was cool and funny. The boys were so happy. They mocked Yunho, Jongho and Wooyoung because they cried like babies. Honestly, they were all crying. Even San and Mingi backstage. At the dessert, Jongho asked you. “How is your relationship with Yeosang, Y/N? He’s too shy to talk about it with us.” You laughed, your boyfriend is so awkward when someone is asking these kind of questions. “We are doing good. I’m so happy with him that I could scream to the world my love for him.” You smiled. “Ew… so romantic.” Said Wooyoung disgusted. At the end of the dinner, you decided to walk a bit with them. Wooyoung and San were behind, probably talking about their first win. Mingi, Jongho and Honghoong were in front of you, laughing. And you were talking with Seonghwa about his idol life. Suddenly, you bumped accidently on Mingi, not paying attention. “Ew, sorry Mingi!” He didn’t answer you, his mouth was open in shook and his eyes went wide. “Mingi? Are you okay?” You look at this direction he was staring on. The scene that you saw caused you to react exactly as the rapper. Yeosang was laughing and hugging tightly a girl. They seemed close. It confirmed when he pecks the girl lips. Exactly like he does with you. “What is Yeosang doing?” asked San angrily. Your knees were shaking, you couldn’t support you weight anymore. Almost falling on Mingi. “Y/N!” Yelled the boy as he holds you. Everyone was looking at you, your ex-boyfriend included. Through your tears you could see him detache his embrace to the girl. But it was too late. He rushed to you. The only thing you could do was to slap him. The noise resonated in the whole street. Yeosang was holding his cheek. You punched, (or at least you tried) his arms, his torso, his face. Even if he didn’t move at all. You wanted to hurt him as he did. Mingi grabbed your arms and led you somewhere else as you were swearing at Yeosang. You never felt this sensation in your heart. You just wanted to rip it.

Part 2

[juminsmysticmc]

Hello ✌ Can i request headcanons of how would have been the first years of marriage between RFA members + trio with Mc.

RFA + Minor Trio with Mc in their first years of Marriage 

Hiii! I love these kind of requests! I hope you enjoy the Headcanon just like I love it!

Please give me feedback ✨🌹

Jumin

,,Moooooommmy! Daaaaaad!“ a little voice echoed through the room.

Your eyes flickered as you heard a manly voice chuckle.

,,Good morning my love…“ he mumbled in a husky voice, stroking your cheek.

,,Mhhhh…“ you moaned back, nuzzling your head into the pillow.

,,Did you sleep well?“ he asked you, concerned about your health.

,,I already thought that our son‘s pregnancy was hard, but your daughter is driving me crazy…“ you told him, rubbing your eyes to look at him.

He nodded.

,,I‘m free today. I can take care of our son and you can rest…“ he told you.

Not long afterwards, the same voice from before yelled your name again, making you smile.

,,No, I want to enjoy the time we have,“ you answered and tried to get up.

Suddenly the door opened with a lot of force. 

A little boy that looked just like Jumin looked at you.

,,Mommy I hungry!“ he whined.

,,Okay, let‘s do pancakes?“ you laughed, approaching him and taking his hand.

,,No! I’ll make them for you with Dad!“ he energetically said, looking at his father with hopeful eyes.

Whatever you or his son asked, Jumin couldn’t say no.

So Jumin and your son ended up standing in the kitchen, working on breakfast. 

You sat on the couch, rubbing your swollen belly.

Once again, you closed your eyes and thought about the past five years...

Back then, Jumin hid your body as the media tried to capture a picture of you.

The flashes from the cameras made your eyes flicker.

Jumin‘s words still made you smile. He told you to put yourself over everyone’s eyes with him still in second place.

The first discussions both of you had because he didn’t care about his own health…

You were even kidnapped one time.

Back then, you stormed out and ended up getting kidnapped.

Jumin turned South Korea upside down back then just to find you.

He ended up finding you unconscious in a house, four hours from your place.

You remembered how you got sick and how you found out about your pregnancy.

How Jumin gave his best and how awful it was when you went into labor, almost losing your boy.

But everything got better and now you’re just enjoying your time.

,,I can’t wait to enjoy the future with you…“ you mumbled to your unborn girl.

Shortly afterwards, your son called you and Jumin helped you up, ready to let you enjoy breakfast.

Zen

You and your husband sat together as you looked at the others.

The RFA was sitting around a round table, enjoying the atmosphere. It was something that didn’t happen often.

,,I still can’t believe it that three years have already passed!“ Yoosung whined, looking at both of you.

,,Yes. You both still look like newlyweds,“ Jaehee nodded.

You smiled brightly at her as your hand laid on top of his.

,,I still remember everything as if it was yesterday…!“ you laughed.

Zen looked at you ,,So many things happened…“ he laughed.

You thought about your first years of marriage with Zen.

Just like a dream.

It was still hard for his family to accept you guys, but the reason why you guys could hold your marriage in the first place was because they finally spoke to you.

But even now, it’s hard for you to talk to your in-laws.

Both Zen and you feel unwelcome, but you know that you mean something to them since they always invite you to every upcoming family gathering.

,,I remember when Mc rushed out and slept over at my place, hahah!“ Seven laughed.

,,That’s not funny! I was so worried! I thought she left me just because of some rumors!’’ Zen mumbled, feeling bad again.

,,Rumors? I couldn’t believe that they were just rumors back then because I saw pictures of you holding her hand! I didn't know that they made it up until Seven found out, that it was photoshopped,’’ you answered back.

Zen nodded and held your hand tighter.

Misunderstandings like these didn’t happen anymore since your love grew stronger over the years.

Aside from that, nothing else happened.

Both of you lived your lives to the fullest and enjoyed the time you had together. 

All that was missing was a proper family…

,,Are you still trying? I can give you the best doctors,’’ Jumin then said, turning your attention to reality again.

Indeed, you guys wanted to start a family.

Although, Zen’s career was at its peak now, he wished for the same.

,,Thank you, Jumin,’’ you said and smiled.

,,But we don’t need it! I can do it!’’ Zen hissed, hugging your body strongly against his, making you blush in a deep red.

The sex between the both of you was still a big highlight in the night…

Yoosung

,,Bye!’’ you called back as you left the hospital.

Yoosung was now quite busy as he was one of the best vets in Seoul.

You walked back to your apartment and observed the city.

Yoosung and you were now married for seven years.

,,I’m home!’’ Yoosung called, taking off his shoes and hugging you immediately.

,,We should try for a baby tonight so that I can prove to you that I’m not a baby myself,’’ Yoosung said, repeating what he said at lunch.

You deeply kissed him and nodded.

,,But first, let’s eat dinner, Yoosung,’’ you chuckled.

The first years of marriage with Yoosung weren’t always easy.

At times, he still struggled at his job but with your support he could overcome everything.

Even though he had to still wear his glasses, his eyes were improving.

Both of you finally laid in your shared bed after your act of love.

Yoosung was stroking your back as your head rested on his strong chest.

In your first years of marriage, both of you got to know that for you it would be harder to become parents.

Apparently, the two of you first faced seven years of bad luck.

You could remember it as if it was yesterday, when the doctor confessed this message.

But with your love both of you overcame the hardship and found a way to fight it.

,,I can’t wait to become the mother of your child…’’ you mumbled and then fell asleep, missing the part when Yoosung agreed with you.  

Jaehee

Every night in bed, you thanked god for your happy marriage with Jaehee. She had been your wife for almost three years.

Those years with her were eventful.

You thought about her proposal, the wedding, and your honeymoon, which was your highlight for sure!

The time with her in Italy was wonderful with her wet skin at the beach and her happy laugh.

Her smile always made your heart beat quicker.

The nights you spent together with your skin touching and slapping over again and the evenings where both of you sat together outside, watching the stars below the italian sky.

,,What are you thinking about?’’ Jaehee asked you when she saw your face after entering the room.

You looked at her and once again, your heart began to beat crazily, just like the first day.

Her long hair rested on her shoulders as she slipped into the cozy blankets.

,,About our marriage,’’ you answered, hugging her body.

Jaehee laughed.

,,Remember when we arrived after our honeymoon and thought that someone robbed our shop, but the RFA planned a surprise for us?’’ she asked you, making you laugh immediately at the flashback.

You nodded and continued ,,I was so scared! Or when Yoosung began to cry in the shop, saying he didn’t want to go back to Jumin because his LOLOL ranking disappeared!’’ you laughed, making her chuckle.

,,I remember all those happy times in our shop, our happy customers, and the happy faces…’’ she mumbled.

,,I feel so good with you…’’ she then added, making you nod.

You, too, were thankful for having her in your life.

,,Mom, Mama…’’ a little girl entered the room.

Of course you couldn’t forget your adoptive daughter.

In your marriage there was also a hard time.

Back then, you wanted to adopt a baby, but the state didn’t let you and wanted to take her away again.

It was the worst time in your life, but thankfully Jumin could help you out.

,,Come here, baby…’’ you mumbled and called her.

The little girl hurried to the two of you and as soon as she was between the both of you, her eyes closed, making her go to wonderland.

,,Yes, our marriage is a happy one…’’ you laughed and stroked the girl's face.

Jaehee nodded at your comment and hugged both of you, closing her eyes too and wishing you a happy night.

Saeyoung

You looked at the clock as you waited at a decorated table in a fancy restaurant.

Saeyoung invited you to go out for your ninth anniversary.

You chuckled to yourself. Some things never changed, apparently.

You reviewed your first years of marriage with him.

It was hard for both of you because at first you wanted to run away, taking only Saeran with you.

But then, you realised that the RFA became far more than just the RFA.

They were like a family.

Of course you were still a bit angry at Yoosung and Zen for hiding Rika, but you knew at least that if you would come to make a mistake, both of them would make sure to help you out.

You also knew that Jumin and Jaehee would do their best to lead you the right way again.

The first years of marriage were almost terrible.

Now that so many years had passed, you had to laugh about the mistakes you guys made.

At first, there was the problem with Saeran.

It often stressed you guys out and made you argue a lot.

But it all ended well.

The agency didn’t contact you anymore and you could almost live a normal life.

And not long after your marriage, both of you became parents.

With your little red haired twins, which were now six, the happiness in your house never died down.

You and the RFA met up regularly, making them meet their only family.

,,If I call Saeyoung now, he will go crazy…“ you mumbled.

Saeyoung and you decided to come separately since he probably had something planned.

You decided to instead call your two nannies, Yoosung and Zen, who we’re taking care of the twins with Saeran.

Loud voices echoed into the phone.

,,THINGS ARE GOING WELL! THANK GOD SAERAN IS WITH US!“ Yoosung yelled.

,,AH NO! DON‘T!“ he yelled again and then cut the line.

You pitied them because somehow your two devils only listened to you, their mom.

,,How are they doing?“ Saeyoung asked you when he finally joined you.

,,Sixteen minutes too late! You‘re improving!“ you laughed and then told him that you just called them.

,,Such rascals...whatever, these sixteen minutes weren’t in vain because - I got this! Long Dog!“ he proudly said, handing you over a long dog out of metal.

You looked up at him and tried your best to not begin to loudly laugh at him.

Suddenly the dog began to talk in a funny voice, making you laugh.

The Long Dog began to talk about your story of nine full years…

He didn’t forget a single detail. Not even when the car broke down in the woods and you were alone...working on becoming pregnant.

Tears left your eyes as you looked up.

,,To our future…“ you said with a trembling voice, picking up your glass.

,,To our future...I love you,“ he whispered.

Saeran

You watched how Saeran showed Saeyoung how to hold the baby you gave birth to a few days ago.

There couldn’t be anything which could make you feel happier right now.

Watching your husband hold his baby and his twin brother trying to do the same.

Finally, Saeyoung could hold your newborn daughter on his own, watching her sleep.

Saeran turned to you.

,,Are you okay?“ he asked you, concerned.

You nodded. You were sleepy, but you felt good.

,,I was thinking about the past…“ you told him.

Saeran nodded.

You got pregnant before your marriage.

At that time, you thought that becoming a mother wasn’t right.

You just found out and weren’t brave enough to tell Saeran since he was on his way to finding Saeyoung.  

When the agency, however, blackmailed him to kill his unborn child, he found out.

,,TRUST ME!“ he yelled.

,,I WILL FIND HIM AND KEEP YOU SAFE!“ he cried.

And so, he and Jumin, as well as Jumin‘s best men, handled saving Saeyoung.

Afterwards, your wedding was held with Saeyoung finally by your side.

Saeran even forgave him after this long time.

And so, you began to live a whole different life in your first year.

Nothing to worry about since Rika was taken care of, no one to search for since Saeyoung was finally by your side…

Everything was at his best.

The only problems were your throbbing feet, which didn’t get better even after Saeran kept massaging them and your carvings, which drove the twins crazy.

,,Where do I find spinach with apples at 2.30 AM?“ Saeran asked his brother in the middle of the night.

,,Not even the agency bothered me with so many questions…“ he mumbled and sent him to a convenience store.

As newlyweds, you really enjoyed your time together and you also planned to do it for the next three years.

,,As long as our daughter is little, we want to see the world. Afterwards, we will come back and begin to live a normal life…“ Saeran confessed.

The RFA nodded. 

It was only natural that you guys now wanted to take a little rest.

And so you indeed came back after three years, ready to show and tell them about all your experiences and memories you did around the world...

Jihyun

After three years, Jihyun left you alone and you didn’t want to lose time.

And as if he could read your mind, he asked to marry you.

The first years went by perfectly.

You all forgave Rika, even though sometimes you still woke up from nightmares. 

,,I will always stay by your side,“ Jihyun mumbled in the dark night.

,,I‘m your husband and I will take care of you…“ he went on and stroked you until you could finally fall asleep again.

The years went by like that.

You and Saeran, as well as the RFA, first focused on becoming better.

The hard and sad memories first had to become a part of you.

To do that, you all agreed on meeting once a week.

Saeyoung, with his brother after a long time, and Yoosung with the RFA, even though he found out about Rika.

It went well. In that time you also held a lot of parties and got even more famous.

Jihyun found his hobby for life and was more than happy to make you take part. 

The adoption of Lucy was also something pretty spontaneous.

You saw the girl and immediately fell in love with her smile, and since getting pregnant would still take a bit, you wanted to make the girl happy and become her family.

Jihyun was unsure and not fond of the idea, but you made it clear that you weren’t like Rika.

And so, your marriage was becoming happier and happier.

Vanderwood

,,We can’t do that to the RFA…“ you whispered one day in the backseat of Saeyoung’s car.

Vanderwood and you just had a pretty sexy activity done.

,,I‘m getting hunted by my agency...let’s run away and get married and after a few years we can come back…“ Vanderwood tried to pursue, winning in the end.

You left a message for Saeyoung since he greatly took care of you.

And so after you two signed the documents and were officially married, your fugitive marriage began.

From one city to the next one, from Europe to America and back.

You saw a lot and was able to learn many new things, as well as all the languages.

Vanderwood and you found out how to live as rich people.

But you also had to go through hardships of powerlessness and having no money.

But these experiences were so important and you were grateful for them all.

Hidden with a fake identity, you and Vanderwood worked for various places.

And so, after five years of a beautiful marriage, with a third identity, you two went back with a half member too below your heart.

,,I will take care of both of you…“ Vanderwood promised when he opened the door to your apartment and got surprised by the RFA who were ready to welcome you with open arms.

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[twiceblackvelvet]

Can I request a ceo playgirl Tzuyu x fem reader ? Where reader makes tzuyu believe in love? Thank you in advance and love your writing so much!

A/N; thank you so much. i have seen requests like this before where the writer places the character insert as an employee of the ceo character but i decided to try something a little bit different. also, i’ve got to be honest, i struggled to picture Tzuyu as a playgirl so this may not be too good but i hope you enjoy🖤

For the last two years, you’ve been single. Whilst you’d love to say it’s been a peaceful time-period for you, the two girls currently sitting in front of you have made it nigh on impossible. Nayeon and Sana have been your best friends since you were children but their unhealthy obsession with your dating life is beginning to become unbearable.

Sitting down to lunch, the conversation between the three of you quickly landed on the topic of what they consider your lonely, boring life. They’re animatedly discussing a brand new dating app that some wannabe hipster rich boy has created.

“So basically, you set up a profile and decide whether you wish to be the finder or the seeker. The finder is anyone looking to earn extra money by accompanying the seeker to events, parties, galas and all those other fancy things that rich people attend. They pay you for your service as their fake date and you can decide if you wish to stick with them or move onto the next millionaire. You both rate each other based on how compatible you felt the date went, it’s all very professional.” 

Nayeon’s explanation of the application deserves to be placed into an advert, she’s seemingly looked into it very thoroughly before presenting the idea of you signing up. 

The idea of dating some pretentious, stuck up person with too much wealth for their own good does not sound appealing whatsoever, and yet as you think about your dead-end job and various bills that are quickly mounting into an enormous chunk of your bank account being whisked away from you at the end of the month, you can’t help but give it a second thought.

“We both have profiles, there’s no shame in it. You don’t have to sleep with them or anything, well... unless you want to. You’re basically just arm candy for them to show off to all of their friends that they aren’t losers who isolate themselves to their offices to flirt with numbers and stocks. Trust me, it’s sad for them not you.” Sana adds.

“Fine, but if I end up with some weirdo who tries to get a little handsy, I’ll hunt you both down.”

A high-pitched squeal is all Nayeon and Sana gives you in response as they get to work in setting up a profile for you. Surely nothing will go wrong, right?

It’s been three days since the app has been taking up space on your phone. No messages. No notifications. Nothing. It’s not like you’re mindlessly checking it every couple of hours to check that your friends didn’t include something embarrassing that has been turning every potential seeker away from you, but it is starting to play on your self-conscious every now and then. Even more so when Nayeon reveals she has been on four dates since your lunch meeting.

Just as you’re about to switch off for the night and get some well-needed shut-eye, a small vibration emanates from your bedside dresser where your phone is placed.

[YOU HAVE ONE NEW MESSSAGE]

The bold lettering alongside the app’s logo lights up your bedroom. Truthfully speaking, your curiosity is in fact piqued for a split second until you realize it’s almost 3 AM and anyone using a dating app at this hour can’t be a good sign. You decide to still check who has sent you a message but only so you can tell them to get better nighttime hobbies.

However, what greets you when the app loads the singular message is tame compared to the despicable things you expected to see. 

Hello. My name is Chou Tzuyu, I am the CEO of Chou Technology. You’ll have to forgive my being blunt but I am a bit of a newbie to this here app. If you are free tomorrow, I’d like to meet with you to discuss potentially accompanying me to a business event that I am attending the following night.  If this is something you are interested in I will schedule a time-slot and give you instructions on what to wear and where we will be meeting. I know this is all very last minute but please let me know as soon as possible. Thank you.

God, just reading the message has given you a slight headache. This girl couldn’t be any more business before pleasure if she tried. You decide to click onto her profile picture to get a better sense of who she is to help you decide whether to agree to meet her or delete the message. 

Flawless golden skin, wide cat-like brown eyes, plump red lips formed into a small smile and hazelnut brown hair accentuate all of the features perfectly. You definitely did not expect the person behind such a straight-forward and bland message to be quite as beautiful as the girl you’re currently looking at through your screen. Upon scrolling through the images, you can see her alongside a small Maltese dog, posing with several other women who you assume are her friends, in a business suit outside of her company building which reveals that she’s fairly tall and her figure is to die for. All in all, you’re sold that either this woman is a catfish with impeccable Photoshop skills or there really is a goddess-like beauty using this shady app when she could probably bag anyone possible.

Hi Tzuyu. Yes, I’d love to meet with you tomorrow, anytime is fine for me just let me know.

You hesitate for several minutes debating on whether or not to add an emoji to make things a bit more casual between the two of you. You eventually decide against it and hit send. The follow-up reply comes a lot quicker than you expected.

Great. 1 PM @ Jungsik.

A quick search reveals that Jungsik is a restaurant not far from your apartment, however, the reviews and images show that it’s rather expensive and definitely way out of your very small budget. 

Would it be possible for us to meet elsewhere? It isn’t exactly in my price-range nor will I have anything remotely fancy enough to wear to a place like that.

Three small bubbles appear and disappear several times with Tzuyu’s face beside them. You begin to worry that she’s going to cancel and realize that someone like you probably isn’t a good fit for attending the event alongside her.

Send me your address. My driver will pick you up with an outfit for you to change into and dinner will be on me.

You must be dreaming. There’s no way any of this can be real. You read the words several times to try and kickstart your brain into processing them properly and despite believing they’d disappear or change into another message, it remains the same. You consider pinching yourself to double-check but decide against it. Your fingers disobey your thoughts about it being a bad idea to give Tzuyu your address as they lightly tap on the screen to tell her where you live. 

You wait for a response but it never comes. You can see that Tzuyu has read the message though and decide to finally get some rest.

Sure enough, at 12:30 PM. the buzzer to your apartment goes off and a gentleman speaks through the intercom summoning you on behalf of one Miss Chou. Entering the sleek looking car with blacked-out windows, you quickly realize that this Tzuyu woman is from an entirely different world to the one you are used to. A white box is resting beside you and the driver instructs you to put it on. 

You open up the box and pull out a black satin mini dress. The texture of the item alone calls you broke but you also notice that whoever purchased the item forgot to remove the price tag. Your jaw almost hits the floor upon seeing that it’s worth more than three times your monthly salary. Again, you’re left to question whether any of this can possibly be real until the car suddenly comes to a stop. 

“I’ll step out now to let you change but please be quick. Miss Chou does not like to wait.” The driver says as he exits the vehicle.

You change into the dress as fast as humanly possible and exit also. You follow him through a set of doors into the stylish restaurant. This is no doubt be the cleanliest place you’ve ever eaten and worlds apart from the diner you’d regularly visit on your work breaks. Oh, how the other side lives you think.

“The table at the back, blue jacket. Enjoy.” The driver directs you towards a woman with her back facing you and hurriedly leaves. 

Your steps towards the table are hesitant and you can’t help but smooth out the new dress several times in fear you aren’t wearing it correctly or rather doing such a fancy item of clothing justice. When you finally reach the table where Tzuyu is seated you decide upon clearing your throat to gain her attention instead of sitting straight down. She stands to face you and her eyes scan over your entire body on the way up.

Even in high-heels, Tzuyu is still somehow towering above you both in height and demeanor. She’s elegant and graceful in her movements and you instantly feel self-conscious under her intense gaze. The pictures of her showed you that she is beautiful and yet here before you, they do not fully do her justice as she’s that and more. 

“Please, sit.” She motions you towards the chair opposite her own and waits for you to be seated until she herself does the same. “Thank you for joining me. I hope the dress is adequate enough, I had to guess your size based on your pictures. I wasn’t sure if it was something you’d like but it felt like a safe guess.”

“It’s beautiful, thank you.” She nods at your graciousness and moves to pick up one of the menus, when you go to do the same she grasps your hand and prevents you from doing so. 

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to order for both of us.” You drop your hand back to beside your lap and allow her to inform the waiter she’d like you to have her usual whilst she goes for filet mignon. “It’s by far the best dish, you won’t be disappointed.” 

However, when a lobster dish is presented before you, you can’t help but feel out of place. Tzuyu is quick to notice your confusion and fears she has in fact let you down before she’s even been able to present her plan for you to join her next week to you. 

“Is everything okay? Do you have an allergy? Is it not cooked to your standard?”

“No, it’s fine. It’s just, well… I’ve never eaten lobster before. I’m unsure of where to start.” A laugh lodges itself in Tzuyu’s throat with your words. “I’m glad you find my lack of fine-dining experience funny.” You roll your eyes annoyed at her clear arrogance. 

“I promise you, I am not laughing at you. I was once the same, I had no idea about any of this kind of stuff for a long time.” She offers you a genuine smile as she stands to move beside your seat to show you how to properly remove the flesh and what not to eat. “There you go, this stuff here is fine but this is the shell. Unless you wish to choke, stay clear of it.” 

Before you can truly think about it, words just begin flying out of your mouth after seeing such a kind action from by far the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever laid eyes upon.

“I have to ask, how come you’re using that app? If you don’t mind me saying, you’re a beautiful and charming woman. I don’t understand how you’re possibly single.” 

A more genuine and louder laugh exits Tzuyu’s mouth this time and for the first time, you can see that this is the real her and not the person she must try hard to present.

“Well, for a lot of years I struggled to see the appeal of commitment. I had plenty of companions to fill my spare time, however, none of them were ever the right for me. The position I’m hoping you will fill is somewhat different. As far as the women I have previously engaged with, I’d rather not show up to something like this with someone I have had casual sex with on my arm.”

Your face must be in a stunned state as Tzuyu continues to chuckle looking deeply into your eyes. Her honesty is weirdly refreshing and unsettling at the same time.

“I apologize if my bluntness surprises you, I just figure it’s best if we are both honest with each other here. In fact, that leads me to my next question,” She lightly brushes her mouth with a napkin before continuing. “Are you currently dating or meeting with anyone else from the application?”

Not willing to ruin the flow of honesty between the two of you, you tell Tzuyu that she is the first to reach out to you and that you wouldn’t be using the app if you were dating. She seems surprisingly happy with your answer though you’re unsure why. 

“That’s… good. I’d like it very much if you would keep it that way until I am sure that I no longer need your services. I don’t believe you will run in the same circles as those attending the event but I have to be sure.” You nod along not wishing to interrupt her thoughts. “Don’t worry, the event may be formal but I promise you the people attending will all be far too busy discussing themselves to bother you much. If you feel uncomfortable, simply tell me you need some fresh air and I will make sure to get you out of there.”

So far, Tzuyu is too good to be true. You will have to thank Nayeon and Sana for convincing you to sign-up for this app. 

“I will have another dress delivered to you in the morning with suitable shoes and accessories. Do you have a-” Tzuyu physically stops herself from finishing her question and curses to herself. “I will also send a stylist to take care of your hair, make-up and anything else you’re worried about.” 

“Are you sure all of this is necessary? I’m no one special Miss Chou.” The use of her family name stirs up a dark expression as Tzuyu’s eyes appear to be mentally undressing you. She shakes herself out of it before you can take notice of it. 

“Yes, you are. It may have been on short notice when I contacted you but quite frankly, you are a naturally beautiful person. I have seen plenty of attractive people within my life but none more so than you. Why do you think I have gone to all of this trouble thus far? I don’t just do this kind of thing for anyone. The majority of my relationships are a one-time thing that are not given the chance to progress further.” 

Once again, Chou Tzuyu has managed to confuse you. Your eyebrows have never felt so scrunched together quite as tightly as they are now. 

“What exactly are you saying?” is all you can whisper out in response.

“I’m saying that I’d like for you to attend this event with me. But, more importantly, I’d quite like it if you’d agree to do something like this with me more often. I will gladly pay you for your services tomorrow night in making me look good in front of a bunch of boring, old businessmen. Afterward, I’d like for you to allow me to date you. I can’t say that it will be an easy thing for either of us as I still very much so fear commitment, but I am hoping to learn, for you.” 

This time, you do pinch yourself to make sure everything you’re hearing is real and the stinging in your arm confirms you’re not currently dreaming. Your brain is running at a thousand miles-per-hour and struggling to formulate clear thoughts. 

“You do not need to answer now, attend the event with me. We can get to know each other whilst everyone else inflates their own ego. Then, we can see where things lead us. How does that sound?”

Truthfully, it sounds like a whirlwind, and yet you can’t help but agree.

“It sounds lovely.”

[let-it-raines]

another kind of green (2/?)

Emma Swan spends her days in pretty white dresses and heavy layers of makeup. Day after day and dress after dress, she poses for pictures and acts like she’s in love and having the happiest day of her life with the man standing next to her.

It’s not. This is all a gig, and at the end of the day, she’s no longer the girl in the pretty dress who’s faking getting married for a magazine cover or a wedding convention. Instead, she’s the girl who probably never wants to get married.

Little does she know, she already is.

Rating: Mature

a/n: things get explained a little more in this chapter, I promise ☺️

For the lovely @xemmaloveskillianx​ as part of my fic giveaway. Thanks to @resident-of-storybrooke​ for reading over this for me!

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“Your husband, love.”

Emma blinks at him, far more than what’s considered normal most likely, and he really should have introduced himself in a different way.

Or reintroduced himself if the look on her face is any indication.

Killian isn’t entirely sure of the best way to go about this, obviously. It’s been years since he felt awkward around a woman, but this isn’t exactly a simple situation where he walks up to a woman at a bar, offers to buy her a drink, talks to her and dances with her for an hour or so before they head back to one of their apartments.

This isn’t a situation where he loves a woman, has her love him in return, and then has her leave the engagement ring on the kitchen counter before she disappears from his life.

This is…different.

Obviously.

And all of the words he rehearsed on his drive here completely slipped his mind and are probably back in Vegas instead of Boston. That’s about three-thousand miles away, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get them back.

“Oh,” Emma laughs, but it’s most definitely a pity laugh. “You’re the guy who played my husband at that thing. The – ”

“The wedding convention, yeah, but also I –  ”

“Wait,” Emma starts, closing her front door so that he can only see half of her face now, the worried confusion turning into actual worry, “what the hell are you doing here? How do you know where I live?”

“You gave me your address.”

“I would not have done that.”

“You did.”

“I did not.”

Killian sighs and reaches his hand around his back to dig in the back pocket of his jeans to find the crumpled piece of paper that Emma gave him the night they met. “Look, it’s got your name and number on it, and there’s a little scribbling of –  ”

She opens the door so that she can snatch the piece of paper out of his hands, reading it with squinted eyes before they widen until they’re almost comically big. She doesn’t have on makeup like she did that day, but the green of her eyes is still so vibrant. “I’d say you’re a liar, but this is my handwriting. I only wrote Boston, though. I didn’t write my address. And look, dude, as good as the sex was, I’m not going to sleep with a one-night stand again, especially if that someone is creepy enough to show up at my door. So, goodbye, or something like that.”

And with that, Emma slams the door in his face until it shakes in its frame.

Of-fucking-course.

This most likely would have gone better if he’d not decided to joke around at first, but to be fair, it wasn’t a joke.

Sighing, Killian reaches his hand up to knock on Emma’s door once more. He would give anything not to be here right now. He’s got about twenty other things he needs to be doing today, but he can’t do most of them until this is over.

“Love,” he yells through the door when she doesn’t answer. “Swan.”

“I will call the cops on you,” she shouts back.

Irony is everywhere, he thinks to himself.

“Funnily enough, the cops are the reason I’m here in the first place.”

There’s a clatter inside the apartment before he can hear the chain on her door being pulled, and then the door is opening with the chain still attached so that he can only see half of Emma’s face. He thinks she’s even more beautiful than he remembers her being, which is pretty much impossible since he remembers her being the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen.

There is just something about the emerald of her eyes that he can’t quite forget.

“What the hell are you talking about…”

“Killian Jones,” he fills in, realizing that she likely doesn’t remember his name. She remembers they slept together, though, and he’s relieved over that for a myriad of reasons. They both drank a lot of champagne that night, and he doesn’t want to be sleeping with someone who is too drunk to remember it even if he’d had the same amount to drink. “And look, I don’t know how to say this without sounding like a lunatic, but two weeks ago, we got married.”

“We got fake married. I know we had a lot of champagne, but none of that was real. You know that, right? It was all pretend and scripted and still super weird.”

How the hell is he supposed to explain this when he can’t quite explain it to himself?

“I do know that, love,” he mumbles, scratching behind his ear and then reaching into his coat pocket. He really should have put all of this stuff into a folder instead of every pocket he has. That’s what Liam would have done in a situation like this. Well, no, Liam wouldn’t have gotten himself into a situation like this in the first place. “Take a look at these, if you’d please, and then give me five minutes to explain everything. We can keep talking here, or we can go to a coffee shop and talk so you’re more comfortable.”

Emma glances up at him, taking him in, before she reaches her hand forward and takes the pictures. “If these are dick pics, I will call the cops. I have no hesitations.”

“I can assure you they aren’t.”

She huffs, but then she looking down at the handful of photographs. Her face morphs from annoyed to nothing to utter disbelief. He watches it all happen while knowing that he made the exact same faces while seeing these pictures for the first time.

Well, nearly the same faces. He thinks it might have taken him longer to figure out what exactly is in the pictures.

“Are we getting married by an Elvis impersonator in these pictures?”

“Aye.”

“And they’re real pictures? They’re not photoshopped or anything as part of your arrestable stalking offense against me?”

“They’re real.”

“Like, are they real as in we took them as a joke or real as in we got married in Vegas like we were in a bad romantic comedy?”

“Both?”

“Is that a question?”

“It was an answer.” He doesn’t know much about the lass, but he’s pretty sure she’s about to punch him in the throat if he doesn’t start explaining things soon. “Listen, Swan,” he starts, holding his hands up and plastering what has to be the most unconvincing smile on his face, “I’ve known about this for a week, and this is as far as I’ve gotten with how that night went. We worked all day, got tipsy on free champagne, went back to my hotel and had sex because we both wanted to, and then we proceeded to drink all of the complimentary alcohol until we were drunk off our asses and wandering around Las Vegas applying for a quickie marriage license and then getting married by a quite frankly awful Elvis impersonator So yeah, like a bad romantic comedy, as you’d say.”

He expects the slamming of the door in his face. He really does. He would slam the door in his face too if he showed up at a practical stranger’s apartment spewing this nonsense, but it’s still a shock when all of the sudden he can no longer see Emma’s face and all he can hear is the loudest screaming of the word “fuck” that he’s ever heard in all of his years of life.

Killian had nearly the same reaction when he found out he was married because the Boston PD told him that he’d lied and failed part of his background check because of it.

He’d said it even more loudly when he got home to his apartment later that day and found an envelope mailed to him by the wedding chapel full of pictures from his wedding.

Talk about timing.

What happens in Vegas inevitably does not stay in Vegas, and whoever allowed them to get a marriage license – a legitimate one at that – and then get married while drunk off their asses should be fired from their job. They’re either better actors than they have any right being or the clerk did not care that they were far from sober.

How does he not remember? How does Emma not remember either? They weren’t drunk when they slept together, but they were easily on their way after. And then…what made two practical strangers decide that getting married was a good idea? Was it the fact that they were both attracted to each other? Was it the lore of Vegas and all of those goddamn clichés? Maybe it was the fact that they’d spent the entire day pretending that it was the happiest day of their lives, and all of those thoughts and the falsities of the day seeped over into their thoughts and lead them to a chapel.

He’s never been black-out drunk in his life, despite the times where he was damn near close after Liam’s death and Milah leaving him, and now he never wants to do that again.

“Swan,” Killian sighs, knocking on her door again, “I understand that you’re likely in shock. It’s a lot to take in, but I really need you to talk to me about this so we can figure out how to get it reversed. I think we should be able to get an annulment, but I haven’t actually talked to a lawyer yet. I was waiting to talk to you first.”

There’s no answer. He’s probably never going to see her again.

But then the door is flinging open, and she’s walking out of her apartment with her purse slung over her shoulder and her keys in her hand so that she’s locking the door behind her. “I’ve got a dress fitting in ten minutes, and my manager will kill me if I miss it. So if you have something else to say, you’ve got the seven minutes it takes me to get to the shop to say it.”

Killian is chasing after her now, using his longer strides to catch up to him as she practically power walks out of her apartment building and out onto the streets of Boston, and even though she must want to know more about the fact that they are husband and wife (bloody hell is that still perplexing to think about), she is obviously itching to get away from him.

So he attempts to explain everything as best as he can. He relays his memories of the night, trying to fill in some blanks with her, and while she says she remembers them sleeping together and then deciding to go get something to eat afterwards, everything else is a hazy mess for her. There’s some memory of wandering around various hotels on the strip, but she chalked that up to a foggy dream that she soon forgot.

It was real.

And so is the fact that he only does the modeling stuff to pay the bills and that he’s trying to be hired by the Boston PD, and when he tells her that, she turns around and runs her eyes up and down his frame.

“Oh, you want to be a cop? Is that what’s up with the shorter haircut?”

“What?”

“Your hair is shorter than it was. It’s a neater cut. It was kind of long two weeks ago, and I don’t know, most cops have shorter hair even if yours is a little longer at the top.”

“Why, love,” he teases, leaning into her space, “I thank you for noticing. Couldn’t help staring at me, could you?”

“You wish.”

“Aye, I do.”

Emma huffs and turns away, returning to her quick pace. Yep, he’s definitely always going to be chasing this woman if he hopes to get anything accomplished.

“Listen, Swan, I know this must be confusing, but I’d really like to get all of this handled as quickly and as easily as possible, and I need you to come to my precinct where I’m trying to get hired and explain to the officers that I didn’t lie about being married. I simply didn’t know that I was, but in a way, I’m relieved that we both live in the same city. That’s convenient.”

She comes to a stop in front of a store with a row of wedding dresses, and he nearly plows into her before stopping himself. From the roll of her eyes and her arms crossed over her chest, he can tell she’s not amused. “What’s your district?”

“A-1. It’s – ”

A smile curves onto her lips, but it disappears just as quickly. “I know where it is. Arrange a meeting with your commanding officers or whatever, and I’ll come meet you there. Then we can figure out how to get this marriage annulled because no offense, but I’d rather not stay married.”

“How do you want me to get in touch with you?”

“You have my number, Jones. You can use it. I’d prefer that to you showing up at my door again.”

At that, she’s turning on her heels and walking away from him and into the dress shop. Killian’s got no clue what the hell just happened or if he actually solved any of his problems. All he knows is that it’s over with, and he’s craving a glass of rum.

One he likely shouldn’t have given the situation he’s in, and really, he should probably channel all of his frustration into a run or something like that. He can pass all of the physical portions of his training exams, but he’d like to stay on top of things so he doesn’t fall behind.

His phone rings in his coat pocket, and Killian pulls it out to answer the call. “Hello?”

“Where are you?” Ariel hisses out.

“Back Bay. Why?”

“You have a meeting with the boat tour company over their ads in twenty minutes.” “Shit. I do, don’t I?”

“Yep. How did you forget that? You never forget anything.”

“Ah, I don’t know, A,” he lies, turning on his heels and starting a quick jog back to the garage where his car is parked. “I’m stressed over my interview and all for the department, and all of my other gigs have slipped my mind.”

“You’re going to kill it. Don’t be stressed.”

“That doesn’t help.” “Yeah, well, neither does you missing appointments when this is how both of us are currently getting paid.”

“You have other clients besides me.”

“Yes, but not all of my clients are the younger brother of my husband’s best friend.”

Killian’s heart pangs, but he knows it’s true, and it’s what has him running like a madman through the streets so he’s not late for this appointment where all they’re going to do is look at his face and decide if it can sell people on taking boat tours around the city. It may be the vainest job in the world, but a job is a job.

At least for now.

One day, just like this damned accidental marriage, it will come to an end, and Killian will be able to move on with his life like he’s wanted to for years now.

Or at least he can hope.

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Jumper

[WP] Drinking and driving can be a dangerous idea, leaving you with no memory of what you were doing, but every eyewitness of the crash you were just in has the same story: your car suddenly teleported across three lanes of traffic in an instant, and you can't prove one way or another what happened. Griffin Davies hadn't been sure of what happened, but waking up in the drunk tank only to be interrogated by the cops had been the worst six hours of his life. They'd come at him right away, as soon as he was awake and coherent enough to tell them what happened. Only he had very little to tell them. He was hungover as hell, and he had started the party early with his roommates. They had insisted that drinking at 10AM on your 21st birthday didn't make you an alcoholic, it made you a pirate. He had laughed at that, and so… They took their first shots together. He'd been slow to start, mostly because who the hell drinks in the morning? However, it had picked up by the mid-afternoon. As more people filed into the house that he shared with two close friends, Aaron and Matt, the party had picked up immensely. He remembered going to the washroom, going out for a smoke, and then… Nothing. Apparently, at some point, he'd decided he was starving. He had eaten snacks throughout the day. Random food in bowls that tons of other people had devoured, but he wanted something real. So, a quick run to the local McDick's wouldn't be a problem, right? Matt had tried to hide his keys, but he'd found them in the freezer. Walking out the door without anyone even noticing, according to Aaron. And off he'd gone. And the crash… Nothing. Still, nothing. He hadn't killed anyone, thank fuck. If Aaron and Matt hadn't come to talk to him, he wouldn't have even known about Matt hiding his keys. Or that he'd complained of being hungry. Matt insisted that he told him they were ordering a ton of pizza, but apparently that wasn't what he'd wanted. The cops had asked him questions over and over again. And he'd responded the same way every time. He'd managed to get several bottles of water from them while being interrogated at least. He desperately needed to rehydrate, and the water fountain/toilet in the cell was disgusting. It was uncleaned, with gum and loogies, he was even sure someone had pissed in it. Eventually out of exhaustion, and the hangover from hell, he'd asked to be taken back to his cell, and that he clearly needed a lawyer. It didn't matter though… He was going to fucking prison. He knew it, the cops knew it, Matt and Aaron knew it. Everyone knew it. That was… Until the cops came back with traffic camera footage, that they were unwilling to show him. And then, when they'd pulled him from his cell again, they started asking strange questions. "How'd you do it?" "The witnesses saw it. Nine different people." "How is that possible?" "You need to tell us right now, Griffin." "How did you do it?" But there was no alluding to what they were talking about. He kept repeating himself, over and over, but no one was listening anymore. They were sitting up close and personal by the time the door to the interrogation room was opened again. A black man with a well-tailored grey suit stood in the doorway. He looked at the cops, almost in disdain. With the blue eyes of a husky dog. Clear, crisp, and focused. One of the cops, Agent something-or-other, stood abruptly and glowered at the man in the doorway. "What the fuck, you blind? The lights on. The room is in use, man," the beefy man growled out. The unnamed black man flashed a badge at the man, and raised a brow without an ounce of interest in what the cop was saying. Griffin can't see what the badge says, but he sees the cop bristle. "Our fucking collar, man," he snaps at the mysterious stranger. "Not anymore. Get the fuck out. Close the door behind you, and disconnect the cameras, or you'll have no job, no life, no pension, and be spending time in Guantanamo. Away from that lovely wife of yours, what's her name again? Oh yes, Cathy. Do you understand me, Agent Meisner?" The black man's voice is cool, and calm. He doesn't seem to have a single interest in the cops. His sharp blue eyes are focused intently on Griffin. The intensity is unnerving. "Fuck," Agent Meisner cusses, and continues to curse as he exits. His counterpart follows quickly after him at a clipped pace. The door closes behind them, and the man pulls one of the chairs from their up-close and personal position and gives Griffin some distance. He sits down silently, before glancing up at the ceiling. "Turn the fucking camera off. Do you think I can't tell you're watching right now, Agent Meisner? This is your very last warning. And I am not a forgiving man," the unnamed man says looking directly into a spot in the ceiling. Griffin looks up and sees nothing. There is no camera that he can see. The man is sitting near him, but in no way invading his space. He seems to be waiting for something. The fuck? "The fuck, indeed, Mr. Davies," the man says to him with a small smile. "The camera is off now. We are alone together. May I call you Griffin?" Griffin's heart palpitates, and he nods ever so slightly. "Well, Griffin, my name is Ezekiel. If you'd like, you can call me Z. Many people do. I'd like to ask you a few questions." Would it matter if I actually answered aloud or not? Griffin can't help but think. Ezekiel smiles in an almost pitying manner, and clears his throat. "Probably not, Griffin. But I'd rather we discuss it vocally, so that we can interact in a way you are used to, and more comfortable with," he offers, keeping his voice and facial expression soft. "You see, Mr. Davies, I'm sorry, Griffin, we have footage from a traffic camera showing you jumping across three lanes of traffic." "I don't remember any of it," he says, his brow furrowing. "Are you my lawyer?" Ezekiel chuckles at this, and shakes his head ever so gently. He raises his eyes to Griffin once more, and those blue eyes seem to twinkle ever so slightly in their amusement. "I'm glad you're entertained, Ezekiel, but my life in a prison cell is waiting—" "I am not your lawyer, Griffin. And, there are many people who drive drunk who don't even serve time. Especially as a first indictment, and you didn't kill anyone," Ezekiel says, with a still amused smile on his face. "Sure, you're going to lose your license, but I'm sure we can work with that. I already know you don't drink often, and you've never driven drunk before. And you're right around the age of juvenile powers showing." "I'm sorry, what?" Griffin is even more confused than ever. "I'd like to show you something," Ezekiel says, simply. He opens his briefcase, and inside is a laptop and several papers for things that he can't make out. Ezekiel opens the laptop, and it's already set to where it needs to be. He simply turns it to Griffin, and presses the spacebar. The traffic cam footage begins to play. The footage of his car about to go through a red light appears and he leans back miserably. Bracing himself for the impact of whomever he'd hit. He's clenching his teeth so hard, he's sure he's going to crack his molars. His car seems to disappear, despite other traffic continuing, he shows up three lanes over into oncoming traffic. He watches as his car sideswipes a truck, a minivan, and crashes head-on with a huge Mac truck. The way his small sedan crunches underneath the front of the large eighteen-wheeler is terrifying. His car is on fire in the video. How is he unmarked? No broken bones? Not bleeding to death in a hospital? Burnt to a crisp? Dead? He should be dead from what he sees here on the video. He is wide-eyed and in disbelief. After a moment, he sees himself appear out of nowhere, nearby the wreck. Standing about ten feet away, in between the original cars that he'd hit. People had already dismounted from their wrecked vehicles, and seem confused at his appearance. If he hadn't appeared right in front of their eyes, they would have never known. He doesn't understand and voices his uncertainty. "I don't… understand," Griffin says, confused more than ever. "I don't remember any of that." Ezekiel smiles calmly, and reaches over. Closing the laptop, slowly. "Is this doctored? Photoshopped or video-shopped or… I don't understand…" "It's okay, Griffin, I need you to take a breath," Ezekiel instructs him, as his heart continues to palpitate. Griffin starts to hyperventilate. "I need you to breathe. The video is not doctored. You are what we refer to as a 'Jumper'. It usually happens at a much younger age, but sometimes for those who don't relax or focus enough on the concept, it doesn't happen until much later." Griffin gasps for breath. "I'm…I can't breathe," Griffin looks around the room almost deliriously. Ezekiel reaches out, and places a hand on his shoulder. And immediately calm covers him, like a cool soothing blanket. He feels almost elated. "I'm sorry, I don't usually do that, but these are special circumstances," Ezekiel expresses apologetically, but Griffin is grateful, and fills his lungs with air. "We will need to go soon." "Go?" Griffin asks, confused again. "I'm sorry, Griffin, their kind and our kind, we… don't mix well. You will need to start anew elsewhere, with a new identity, and in a place that you are unknown. We will erase their memories of you, from family, friends, witnesses, and the traffic cam footage. All things. You are a risk to all of those who know you, they could use them as leverage against you," Ezekiel says sadly. "I hate to disrupt your life like this, but people like us… We don't have many options." "People like us?" Griffin queries. He feels like all he's been doing is asking questions. Ezekiel smiles sadly before speaking the one word that will change Griffin's life forever, "Superheroes."