#field trips and chaos

[heaven-s-black-box]

Field Trips & Chaos- Crossover chpt.8

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Recovery date: January 3rd, 2021

Description: The Winchesters are contacted by a very tired Japanese government official, trying to deal with a very troublesome case. Meanwhile, a coincidental schedule lands some high schoolers in the wrong place at the wrong time. Will everyone survive?

Notes: This entry has been translated for viewing facility, all bold writing is Japanese.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Word count: 1 483

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As the footsteps behind the door grew louder, a slight panic fell over the adults. Nine civilians, nine children to protect. Even if they escaped with no physical injuries, they would have to watch them kill the vampires rather violently. Not to mention the potential that their coach was dead or turned.

“Go, now,” Kunikida hissed.

“Huh?”

The door began to open, and the Winchesters moved to hold it shut.

“Go!” Kunikida raised his voice and waved for them to leave.

Their eyes widened, before they started running back the way they came. How far had they come from the access point? Nori stumbled, having been pushed closer to the tracks as they’d unconsciously drifted apart, and had barely been caught by Jun. Everyone bumped into each other as they ran.

A loud crash came from behind them, followed by a bit of yelling.

---

“Shit,” both Winchesters yelled, as the door was kicked down.

They stumbled back, and Sam tripped as the door caught his foot.

Kunikida and Dazai, who had positioned themselves with machetes by the door, both swung at the first thing that came out. Unfortunately, their estimate of where the head would be was oof and the machetes became lodged in the vampire's chest. However, the brief hesitation allowed the brothers to get back up and draw their own machetes.

Dean cut down the giant vampire, and the two detectives pulled theirs out as he fell.

“Looks like they ran,” Kunikida said between pants.

“Hey, the kids are gone,” Sam said.

Kunikida opened his mouth to say that he’d just said that, before realization dawned on him and he closed his mouth.

“Everyone okay?” Sam asked.

“Yup, let’s go.” Dazai nodded towards the door, and Kunikida and Sam picked up their flashlights.

The minute the light passed the now empty doorway, they were charged. They didn’t even have time to fight back, they were pinned to the group in second. Sam fell back and hit his head on the track. His vision went black for a second before he began to struggle against the vamp trying to rip his throat out.

The other three weren’t fairing much better, Dazai was trying to kick his attacker off while Kunikida tried to grab at a pre-prepared page. Dean, who’d been distracted by his brother flying towards the track, was struggling to regain control.

They were all helpless when another vampire ran out of the room towards where the kids had run.

“Dazai! What do we do?!” Kunikida yelled. 

“I don’t kno-”

The head of the vampire above him flew off to the side and the body slumped into Dazai. Everyone froze in surprise, before the Winchesters and Kunikida took control back and grabbed at their weapons. Meanwhile, their savior ran off towards the last vampire.

---

“Where the hell did we come in?” Kuramochi yelled.

“I swear it wasn’t this far before,” Tanba responded from somewhere in the group.

All of a sudden, Sawamura screamed and everyone stopped and turned to find him being grabbed by a young man with dagger-like teeth. He was smiling as he pulled Sawamura in, and opened his mouth. Ice cold fear ran through everyone’s bodies, and there were tears forming in Sawamura’s eyes. Everyone was far too scared to speak.

Suddenly, the monster was shoved forward and he let go of sawamura before being tackled to the side into the tracks.

As their shock and fear subsided, the third years pulled everyone together and stepped back so they were against the wall. It was too dark, and they were moving too fast, to really see much. But it was clear one of them, the one on top, was bashing the other's head into the track.

They all looked away, and some even covered their ears to try and cover the squishing sound now coming from the fight.

“Hey! Are you kids all right?” The man who’d told them to run earlier, called. He was shining his flashlight at them, and without hesitation they ran towards him.

They hadn’t noticed the sounds and movement from the tracks stopped.

“The-Someone-” Everyone was speaking over each other in a panic, pointing towards the track.

Dean, who’d followed Kunikida while Dazai helped Sam up and to a doctor, pointed his phone light to where the boys were pointing.

There, sitting over a body, was Kataoka Tesshin. His breath was heavy, as to be expected from the rather violent beating he’d just given, and he wasn’t looking at them.

Dean shifted his grip on his machete, and Kunikda moved in front of the boys slightly.

“Coach?” Tetsu called.

He raised his hand.

“Don-Don’t come closer. I can’t hurt you boys.” He didn’t turn around, still staring down the tunnel.

“Ask him if he’s been turned and if he’s eaten anyone,” Dean whispered to Kunikida.

“Did you ingest any of your captors blood?” Kunikida asked, and the kids gave him looks of disgust and confusion.

Kataoka let out a dry laugh, and Kunikida took that as a yes.

“Have you had any human blood since then?”

“Does it matter?”

“Coach…”

“We can turn you back.” Kataoka turned to look at him. “But only if you haven’t drunk any human blood.”

“No, I haven’t.”

---

“Kunikida!” Dazai called from the empty platform, waving.

Kunikida frowned. “Why’s the platform empty? Where’s Mr. Winchester?”

“I figured the less people around the better, so I had the president have the police clear this platform out. I also had him send Yosano to take Sam, she says he has a bit of a concussion but he’ll live.”

“Where’s Sam?”

“Our doctor has him, don’t worry.” Dazai smiled and waved at Dean. “Who’s the big guy?”

“Kataoka Tesshin, the missing coach. He says there are more people, some turned and some not, back where we were. I’m going to get them, are you coming?”

“Yup!”

Kunikida made sure Dean was okay with the small group before him and Dazai made their way back to the track.

“By the way,” Dazai said, stopping, “Dean!”

“What?”

“Their teacher is waiting with the police on the next platform up. Just a heads up!”

---

“When they get back everyone one of you is getting a call home,” Kazuyoshi said for the hundredth time since the rest of the team had caved and told him where the others were. “And I guarantee the coach is going to give you some form of punishment as well.”

“I think a hundred laps would be a fair start.”

They all turned to the escalator to find Kataoka leaning against someone, with the rest of the team behind them.

“Coach!”

They all ran forward without really thinking, and awkwardly shuffled back again so everyone could get off the escalator. 

“Hey! Can we get a doctor?” Dean called out to no one in particular.

Yosano, the agency’s doctor, came over from an ambulance where Dean could see a few paramedics helping his brother.

“He’s fine,” Dean told her, “well mostly. Nothing you shouldn’t be able to handle.”

She laughed, and helped Dean easy kataoka onto his feet and towards the ambulance.

Finally being able to stand up straight, Dean stretched back. His relaxation was cut off by a sudden yell.

“I have never, in my life, seen such a stupid idea. You were all incredibly lucky today, but that luck ends now! As soon as I get you all sat down I am calling the school, and they will be calling all of your parents. Not to mention-”

The team could see the police officers roping off the area quietly chuckling as Kazuyoshi continued to scold them.

“You nine need to thank those detectives and apologize to them before we leave. But… I am glad you're all safe.”

“We’re sorry!” The team said, bowing.

Meanwhile, Dean had taken a seat with his brother in the back of the ambulance.

“So, when do we leave?”

“Actually, apparently our payment is being able to take a vacation here for a week.”

“This week?”

“No, next year.” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Hey! It was a valid question… How are you feeling?”

“Like I hit my head on a train track.”

“Yosano-sensei! Mr. Winchester! We have a few people on the other level who need treatment,” Kunikida called.

“Coming!”

---

“We’re sorry for any trouble we caused you!” The Seidou team said, bowing to the agency and Winchesters.

They were currently on their way to the train station, hopefully for the last time, and had stopped by the agency to say thank you. The Winchesters were there to write their reports for Ango.

“If you ever consider doing something like that again,” Kunikida started, pushing up his glasses, “I sincerely suggest you go to the doctor to get your head checked.”

“Thank you, again,” Kataoka said, bowing to the Winchesters.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s what we do.”

“Bye!” They called as they left.

“Bye!”

“Bye!”

[mytimeinthesun]

Colored some Mike Wozniak inspired Harveys based on these doodles I did the other night

Transcript of handwriting below the cut:

From top to bottom left to right:

-got goaded into starting a village-wide snowball fight at the Festival of Ice by spouse and isn't sure yet if this is fun or terrifying

-<-Reaction to tasteless (but complimentary) innuendo from spouse

-*bemused skepticism*

-Results of having to take children to the toy store ->

(pose reference: Taskmaster Series 11 E5 13:32)

-"Um, darling? I don't think this is how bondage is supposed to go, even on a budget..."

(he is definitely being pranked)

<-duct tape

(for context: Taskmaster Series 11 Ep5 10:30)

[livyartdump]

misc art dump ("RE"MA, Eight kids, Chaos Class, Zu, FT, Lady Butterfly, ???)

[redsparrow12]

The spirits would 100% have been down to teach Yue waterbending if she was intrested.

I think they would've been friends

[pixthefuckup]

biggest pjo/rick riordan mythological franchises-esque moment i've ever had in my life: during my theatre program's memorial day weekend fun camp trip (long title so we just call it the weekend away), we were chilling in our bus, the weather nice and clear. until someone made a huge mistake. i heard it but i didn't bring it up until later. someone was arguing with their friend and said these exact words. "And you can say i'm wrong but let's leave it up to Zeus! Zeus can strike us all if I'm lying!" only a few minutes later did it start raining. raining hard. and all of our windows were open. everyone by the windows, including me, began screaming and trying to shut those windows. i barely got mine shut because the water was coming down with such force that it kept pushing it down. eventually my gf and the people in front of us helped me get it shut. but in the middle of my shrieking, i screamed, "WHO THE FUCK SAID ZEUS SHOULD STRIKE US DOWN?!" and that got the bus pointing fingers and theorizing if Zeus was actually hitting us and who we needed to pray to maybe get this rain away. we had a whole debate over if it was actually Zeus or if it was Poseidon bc of his storm stuff. it got so bad that we began throwing out every single sun god we could think of. We went from classic Apollo to Helios and then Amaterasu and Amun and Aten. There might have been even more ancient ones. Eventually it died down but oh my god it was wild. just a bunch of NYC theatre kids throwing out godly names. i attend a literal latin school. the irony is hilarious.

[raine-draws]

im not dead, Tumblr, I was at disneyland and my phone drowned at tiana's bayou. I'm back home now.

[heaven-s-black-box]

Field Trips & Chaos- Crossover chpt.6

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Recovery date: January 1st, 2021

Description: The Winchesters are contacted by a very tired Japanese government official, trying to deal with a very troublesome case. Meanwhile, a coincidental schedule lands some high schoolers in the wrong place at the wrong time. Will everyone survive?

Notes: This entry has been translated for viewing facility, all bold writing is Japanese.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Word count: 829

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“We aren’t really leaving, right?”

“Eijun… there isn’t anything we can do.”

“He’s right you know. Besides, if we stayed, sensei would have to worry about us not getting kidnapped,” Ryouske said, continuing to fold his things. He stopped and turned to Furuya. “Stop dozing off.”

Furuya startled awake and looked around confused for a second before zipping up his bag.

“I’m going to wait in the lobby, don’t forget anything.”

With a wave, Ryousuke left the first years alone. He made his way down the stairs and found most of the team already there.

Taking a seat with the other third years, Chris was the first to speak.

“So… should we be worried?”

“It’s Sawamura,” Kuramochi said, rolling his eyes and leaning back, “of course we should be worried. Whatever he does is going to be stupid.”

“Kuramochi’s right, while I don’t think he’s smart enough to come up with a plan, he’s definitely dumb enough to try and find coach.”

The group fell silent. None of them wanted to leave without at least knowing the coach was safe, but they weren’t as stupid as Samuara. They wouldn’t jump head first into a possibly dangerous situation without a plan.

“So how are we going to slip away?” Miyuki was the first to ask, and everyone looked at him in surprise. “What? We all agree doing that if we leave we’ll regret it, and we all agree without some form of a plan this is stupid. So, let's come up with a plan.” He shrugged.

“Sensei knows we don’t want leave, he won’t let us out of his sight. Especially Sawamura. Not to mention going after coach is stupid and we’ll get in trouble,” Nori said, trying to be the voice of reason. He could already see the third years start to consider Miyuki’s idea.

“Then don’t join us,” Jun said.

---

“So, in conclusion, the Winchesters believe we’re looking for a nest of vampires.”

Atsushi raised his hand.

“Vampires? So we need to put a stake through their hearts?”

“No, apparently in order to kill a vampire you need to cut it’s head off. Also, since our goal is to save as many people as possible, we can’t kill anything with fangs. There’s a way to turn new vampires back as long as they haven’t had any human blood. So until we can be sure that the vampire is beyond saving, your goal is to subdue them.”

“Do we know where they are?” Dean asked.

The brothers were sitting in the back of the meeting room trying to follow along with the presentation through pictures and the few words they understood. Sam had made a note to try and learn the basics of more languages, for future reference.

“Ranpo should be able to use his ability, now that we know more.”

He looked at the president who nodded and asked Ranpo to find out where the vampires were hiding.

With a groan of annoyance,  Ranpo pulled out his glasses and put them on.

Everyone waited quietly while he looked at the map, and pointed at an old train station.

“There.”

---

“Sensei! Can we use the bathroom?” Tetsu asked when they arrived at the station.

There was half an hour until the train showed up.

“All of you?”He asked, raising an eyebrow. Not that he thought Tetsu was planning something, but it was strange timing.

“Well we don’t want to have to go on the train.” The rest of the team nodded in agreement.

Kazuyoshi sighed before saying, “Alright, but I’m going to be just outside.”

“Hai!”

Together, they went to the first bathroom they could find. 

“You don’t need to go?” Kazuyoshi asked, noticing a few people hadn’t gone into the bathroom.

“We don’t need to go. We’ll try later.”

---

“Hurry up idiot!” Kuramochi yelled at Sawamura through the stall.

“Why, we have time before the train,” he grumbled.

“Ya but the others can only keep sensei distracted for so long.”

“What?” Haruichi asked, throwing out his paper towel.

“You didn’t really think we were going to leave coach, did you?”

“Ya, so hurry up.”

Together, they poked their head out to find Kazuyoshi talking with the other boys with his back turned to the door. Taking a deep breath, they walked out as casually as possible and as quickly as possible.

Once they were out of site, they stopped to talk.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” Jun smirked at Nori.

“Well someone has to be the voice of reason so you don’t get killed. Now, how are we supposed to find coach?”

“We find the agency and follow them,” Miyuki said.

“Umm…” Haruichi started, “How are we supposed to do that?”

Silence fell over them as they realized their problem. Just because they tried to plan, doesn’t mean they did it right.

“Dazai! Leave the poor woman alone!”

“Waa, Kunikida~ your no fun.”

“Problem solved.” Chris shrugged.

“Let’s go,” Miyuki said, waving for the group to follow.

[rosemaryhoney27]

Catnip, Kleptos, and Chaos Nephews

aka: Danny and Selina Go ‘Shopping,’ Vlad Contemplates Early Retirement

It was supposed to be a quiet evening. Bruce had just finished cleaning up after Killer Croc tried to take a swim in the Batcave’s underground river. Jason was pretending not to be feeding said crocodile marshmallows. Damian was finally asleep. Vlad had finally stopped twitching.

And then the manor security pinged. Selina Kyle had entered the building.

“She let herself in?” Vlad asked, panic creeping up his spine.

“She has a key,” Bruce said, like that was normal.

In the Foyer

Selina swept in like a thunderstorm wearing a designer coat and nine lives of attitude. Danny peeked around the corner with a cookie in hand, blinked, and whispered, “Whoa, you’re pretty.”

Selina paused, blinked, and slowly turned her full attention to the glowing teenager in pajama pants and an oversized “I ♥️ Goth Dad” hoodie.

“…Bruce,” she called out. “When were you going to tell me you adopted the cutest haunted Muppet in the multiverse?”

Danny smiled, then phased through the banister to greet her properly.

Selina raised a brow. “Oh. You’re that kind of weird. I like it.”

Fifteen Minutes Later

Bruce came downstairs to find Danny and Selina curled up on the couch, looking through jewel heist magazines.

“You know,” Selina said, sipping tea, “if you’re going to ghost into vaults, you need a better eye for sparkle. See this? That’s a decoy ruby. Always check for weight.”

Danny nodded like he was in school. “Ohhh. So you taste test them?”

Selina: “Only if they’re cursed. Or chocolate.”

Bruce: “What is happening.”

Danny: “Auntie Selina’s teaching me jewel ethics.”

Selina: “You don’t steal from orphans, old ladies, or drag queens. Everyone else is fair game.”

Bruce: “Selina.”

Danny: “She said I have ‘klepto potential with a conscience.’ Is that good?”

Vlad—who had just entered—froze mid-step like he’d walked into a live wire.

“You—NO. You do not get to take the ghost child on a crime internship!”

Selina: “I’m just saying if he happens to pass through a high-security vault and happens to see an unguarded emerald—”

“SE-LI-NA!”

She winked. Danny grinned. Bruce gave up and left the room.

The Shopping Trip (aka “Field Study”)

Selina took Danny out in the evening with Bruce’s very reluctant permission and a tracker.

They visited:

A high-end gallery (“Just browsing,” she said. Danny later ‘accidentally’ phased the security guard into a closet so Selina could critique the fake Fabergé eggs.)

A black market fence with a secret greenhouse out back (“For the vibes,” Danny claimed. He gifted the fence a ghost orchid. The man cried.)

A hidden thrift shop with literal cursed rings (Danny picked one up, sneezed, and the ring de-cursed itself. Selina clapped.)

They returned three hours later, with:

One vintage cat brooch that now purrs

A cursed diamond that is now a mildly annoyed diamond

Danny wearing eyeliner and a leather jacket

Back at the Manor

Jason: “You gave the haunted child a fashion upgrade. I respect it.”

Damian: “That’s my eyeliner.”

Cass: thumbs up

Vlad: “You. Let. Selina. Kyle. Take. Him. Shopping.”

Bruce: “He came back with everything accounted for and an enchanted purse that bites pickpockets. That’s more than most of us can say.”

Selina ruffled Danny’s hair. “He’s got potential. Chaos with a heart of gold. Reminds me of me at that age. But cuter.”

Danny: “She said if I ever want to become a cat burglar, I already have the purr-sonality.”

Bruce sighed so hard it activated the Batcomputer’s wind sensor.

Vlad, deadpan: “I’m going to scream.”

Danny patted his arm gently. “Auntie Selina says I’m the ghost that haunts the wealthy. Isn’t that nice?”

Vlad screamed.

[astrolook]

🎨💍#2 Appearance & Traits Of Future Spouse In Astrology🌸🌹

Note: These are just my personal observations and recurring patterns I've noticed over the years. Take what resonates with you and leave the rest. Feel free to share in the comments if any of this hits home. This post is based on Vedic astrology.

👀 Future spouse looks according to your planets in your 7th house

🌞 Sun in 7H: Slight tan skin 🍯, a bit intimidating at first 😈. You might hesitate to even approach them! Stands out in a crowd 💥, might be into workouts 🏋️. Hubby = gym rat/ posh man🏋️‍♂️, wifey = toned queen 👑. Commanding voice 🎤, dom vibes 🔥. Dresses classy & conservative 🧥, might be a boss 🏛️, business owner 💼, or a high-up government or corporate babe/ boo 💼💣.

🔥 Mars in 7H: Warm and tanned skin ☀️, reddish/dark hair vibes ❤️‍🔥 (might love dyeing it!). Wild energy🌪️ hairstyles and outfits always changing 🎭. Smart, fast-talker 🧠, extrovert + a little spicy 🌶️. Defined angry-looking eyebrows 😠 (even when happy lol). Big spender 💸, big earner too 🏆.

🌞+🔥 Sun + Mars in 7H: Ambivert alert 🚦. Mood-based conversations: one day a helpful angel 👼, next day "huh, who r u??" 😒. Tan or slightly darker than you ✨. You WILL find them magnetic 🧲. Possibly foreign/mixed race🛫.

🧠 Mercury in 7H: Total chatterbox 📞, witty king/queen 🤹. Slim build 🪶, quirky , might whistle or make weird sounds 🎵. Loves music 🎸, games 🎮, restaurants 🍝, parties 🎉, weekend trips 🚗. Super approachable!

🧠🔁 Mercury Rx in 7H: Wise owl 🦉, slow to open up 🌑. Introverted, might wear glasses 🤓. Researcher vibes 🔍. For wives = BS detector 🧹, for husbands = detective brain 🕵️‍♂️. Jobs in analysis, finance, art, coding, writing 👨‍💻.

💖 Venus in 7H: Spouse is youthful af ✨. You'll KNOW they are "the one" 💍. Gorgeous looks 😍, into beauty/art/health fields 🎨💉. Loves comfy living 🛋️ and lowkey snack queen 👑🍪.

💖🔁 Venus Rx in 7H: Baby face + allergies combo 🍼🤧. Reserved, deeply insecure under their pretty exterior 🥺. Might get beauty treatments 💉. Into design, food, history, style 🎀.

🧠+💖 Mercury + Venus in 7H: Smooth talkers with sparkly brains 🌟. Prone to sniffles 🤧, but will charm the socks off everyone 🧦. Could pass as a hot manager/model 😎. Cute chubby-cheeked even when fit 🍑.

🌙 Moon in 7H: Hair dye addict 🎨, moody rollercoaster 🎢. Mama's boy/daddy’s girl vibes 👶👸. Artistic soul 🎭, super intuitive 🔮. Fertile AF 👶x3. Baby today, grandma/ grandpa wisdom tomorrow 🧓👼.

🌍 Jupiter in 7H: Big smiles 😁, big hands 👐, big wallet 💰. SPF300 if you’re sunbathing with them 🧴☀️. Works abroad 🌎 or inherits properties or genetic issues🏠. Blessed child!

🌍🔁 Jupiter Rx in 7H: Addicted (to coffee ☕, meds 💊, or... more 🍷). Might be underfed/overfed 🍽️. Liberal but grew up strict. Atheist / agnostic / irreligious. Might live that alt life (vegan, minimalist 🌱).

🌙+🧠 Moon + Mercury in 7H: Mimics everyone 🎭, movie buff 🎬, loves forests 🌳 and autumn 🍂. Bird lover 🐦.

🪐 Saturn in 7H: Calm, mature 🧘‍♀️. Collects vintage bags 👜 or classic cars 🚗. Might go bald early 👨‍🦲 or grey early 👩‍🦳. Gains weight in face and tummy if it happens 🍩.

🪐🔁 Saturn Rx in 7H: Smart, chill, owns a home 🏡 before 35. Loves antiques 🖼️. Big age gap possible, either too young or too old for you 🧓+🧒. Reverse-aging vampire vibes 🧛‍♂️.

🌙+🪐 Moon + Saturn in 7H: Wild style changes 🎭, sleep issues 🌒. Into auctions 🎨 or gambling 🎰. Pale if Rx, darker if not Rx.

🌞+🧠🔁 Sun + Mercury Rx in 7H: Grumpy genius ✍️. Silent unless close to you 🔕. Might stutter or trail off mid-sentence 🫠. Either casual like your bro 👦 or formal like an English lord 🧐.

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Let’s decode your cosmic chaos together ⭐

Next post is about Darakaraka (DK) aka the planet with the lowest degree in your birth chart which reveals clues about your future spouse.

DK: The planet that holds your deepest desires for a partner like your soul's "Wanted Ad" scribbled in cosmic ink. It shows the kind of spouse you attract and what your heart secretly craves in relationships.

[depressnt]

YOU CANT HIDE GOLD IN THE TAGS

Danny and Ellie had majorly screwed up. Now here they were in the hydro-electric car Danny had designed for applying to Wayne industries/whoever would give a fifteen year old a fat paycheck, sitting in the middle of Gotham, at night, surrounded by glaring bats.

Crap.

Time to bullshit his way out of this.

He looked at Red Robin and sheepishly grinned, "...hi dad."

Ellie, the little gremlin, didn't even hesitate before adding, "We are so grounded. I told you we shouldn't have messed with the broken time machine but nooo."

The bats were either taken about or cackling and Danny to this chance to put the petal to the metal and get out of there

Tim is now obsessed with finding his future kids.

[blaksstr]

Eli walks onto the field, Coach Finstock squints at him from across the field.

Coach: "STILINSKI! What in the name of deeply misguided genetics are you doing back here?! I thought I got rid of you years ago!"

Eli: deadpan "Uh… surprise?"

Coach: grumbling, waving him onto the field "Fine, fine. Get on the field, Stilinski 2.0. Try not to trip over yourself this time."

Later, Derek watches from the sidelines, arms crossed.

Stiles: leaning over "I told you he’d mistake Eli for me."

Derek: grinning "He does have your ‘confused chaos’ energy."

Stiles: "Oh, you mean charm."

Derek: dryly "Sure. That."

[strangerexee]

(5) ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ɢɪᴀɴᴛꜱ | ᴇʟɪᴊᴀʜ "ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ" ᴍᴏᴏʀᴇ

𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽!𝙶𝙰𝙽𝙶!𝙰𝚄

pairings: Elijah "smoke" Moore x black!fem!reader

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢: 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 | 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 | 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐/𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 | 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎/𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 | 𝚝𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚢𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚜 | 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 (𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜), 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 | 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝-𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢 | 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝙽 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 | 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

A/N: lmk if I forgot you in the TAGLISTTTT

Friday had felt like a movie.

You slid over to his house in leggings, lashes, and with a bag packed like it was a field trip—shower things, clothes for a couple days, a lil ‘just in case’ lingerie set…

Ain’t nobody say you was stayin’ the weekend butttt also ain’t nobody say you couldn’t.

And he let you in without a blink.

Kissed your cheek when you stepped in.

Took your bag like it belonged there.

Put it in corner you probably would leave there the next time you spent the night.

“Back again?” he teased.

“Back always,” you grinned, stepping out of your shoes.

Y’all been vibin’ for a good while.

Loungin’ in the living room, feet in his lap, random episodes of whatever playin’ on the TV.

He cooked again Friday night — stir fry this time, okay chef — and y’all ain’t do nothin’ but eat, laugh, and fall asleep halfway through a movie.

Now it’s Saturday night…

…and this man…lord…this man.

“Where you goin’ dressed like that?”

You had asked it real chill when he came out the room in black jeans and a fresh tee, chains hangin’ just right. Cologne hittin’ from the hallway.

“Out with Stack,” he said, leanin’ down to kiss your temple. “Won’t be long.”

You gave him the squinty side-eye.

“How long is not long?”

He smirked.

“Few hours.”

Mmm hmm.

You ain’t trip. Just made a lil face, rolled over on the couch when tried to touch you, and let him go.

But you was watching the time.

An hour passed. Then another.

You ate leftover takeout.

Scrolled on instagram.

Tried to start a show but ended up fallin’ asleep mid-episode.

You was cozy as hell in his tee, bonnet on, face washed, stretched out in his bed like it was yours.

And when you woke up?

He still wasn’t home.

So naturally…

You FaceTimed him.

And babyyyy.

When that screen popped up?

You was lookin’ at chaos.

Loud music. Laughter. Smoke. Some lil LED light tryna change the mood.

He was reclined on some couch, phone low like it was sittin’ on his chest. Eyes low. Shirt halfway up his stomach.

Big, thick ass blunt between his fingers.

“Yoooooo,” Stack’s voice came from behind the screen. “Is that her??”

Smoke tilted the camera slightly and Stack leaned in, grinning like a devil.

“Hiiiii baby mamaaaa,” Stack said in that ghetto ass singsong tone, throwin’ up a peace sign.

You blinked. “Boy bye.”

Smoke was smirkin’. All slow and sticky-eyed.

“Why you look like that?” he asked, voice hoarse from smokin’.

You frowned at him.

“Because you said you was gon’ be back a lil while ago. It’s almost midnight.”

He squinted like he just realized what time it was.

Then smiled wider.

“You miss me?”

You sucked your teeth.

“Answer the question.”

He laughed, real low and lazy, smoke curling from his mouth as he hit the blunt again.

“I’ma be there in thirty minutes, chill.”

Stack was screamin’ in the background, talkin’ to somebody, then suddenly popped back in frame.

“You tryna get pregnant or what?” he cackled.

“STACK—”

“Let me talk to her real quick,” Stack said, snatching the phone. “He be tryna play it cool but he always checkin’ his phone for your name, don’t let him fool you—”

Then it fumbled back to Smoke, who looked like he was too high to even argue.

“Stack drunk,” he mumbled.

You leaned closer to the camera. “You high.”

He grinned.

“You horny?”

Your whole face dropped. “WHAT?”

He licked his lips, all slow. “I said—”

“I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID, RELAX.”

Stack and them was dyin’ in the back.

You covered your face, wheezing.

“Y’all are embarrassing. Y’all need to go to hell.”

Smoke just laughed, then looked dead at the screen with them low eyes.

“Go lay down. I’ma be there in thirty. Maybe twenty.”

You squinted.

“Don’t come home on no weird high shit. I’m wearin’ your shirt and everything.”

He bit his lip at that.

“Bet.”

Then he hung up.

You flopped back in his bed.

Face warm. Heart beatin’ a lil fast. Still lowkey flattered and fake annoyed at the same time.

Now you just had to wait.

And he better not take forty-five minutes…

The last time you looked at the clock it was 12:46am.

You’d been trying to stay up. Really.

Was on YouTube with your eyes fighting for their life and your bonnet hangin’ on by a thread.

You even put one of his hoodies on top of the shirt you stole — cocooned in that big boy scent, just a lil pissed, just a lil turned on still from that dumbass FaceTime call.

And you fell asleep all curled up, thighs tucked together tight like you didn’t know what he was comin’ home to do.

And then…

POP.

You JERKED awake, eyes flarin’ open, body tensing like somebody tried to break in.

Only to hear the deep ass chuckle right behind your ear.

“Nah, don’t get to flinchin’ now.”

He’d slapped the shit out your ass. It started burning a bit from how hard he slapped it.

Woke you up out your sleep.

Real disrespectful. Real unnecessary.

You was finna swing and everything ‘til you felt his chain brush your neck from behind.

“You hit me like I owed you money.”

“You do,” he mumbled, voice all raspy from the weed and the night. “Interest been accruin’ since I left.” He rubbed the spot on your ass.

You turned over and he was standin’ there, shirt halfway off, jeans unbuttoned. Eyes low, gold grill catchin’ the light.

Face a little flushed. Smellin’ like smoke and Hennessy and the kind of sin you don’t come back from.

“Boy. It is one o’clock. In the morning.”

“And you still up.” He smirked, leanin’ down to kiss your cheek. “That mean you was waitin’.”

You rolled your eyes. “You woke me up.”

He laughed again and grabbed your thigh, lifted it up high to his hip like he was about to climb on you.

Started kissin’ up your jaw, your neck, pressin’ himself all into you.

Then next thing you knew?

You was on top.

“You want somethin’ so bad,” he said, voice low, breath hot as his hands slid up your hoodie. “Come take it.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Take it, baby.” he said again. “Ride me.”

And that’s how you ended up straddlin’ him, still sleepy-eyed, bonnet gone, tryna get it together as he leaned back on the headboard, arms behind his head like he was watchin’ the show.

You lifted your hips slow, dragged him in even slower.

He hissed through his teeth, eyes clenching shut, tongue pokin’ the corner of his mouth.

You bit your bottom lip.

Started movin’, workin’ it like he ain’t just come home three hours late.

Bouncin’ a lil faster, leanin’ back for leverage. The hoodie you had on ridin’ up over your ass, thighs burnin’ already.

You was moanin’ soft.

Tryna keep the rhythm.

Tryna not let your knees give out.

He was so damn thick, the stretch makin’ you dizzy.

“Fuck,” he grunted, hands goin’ to your hips finally. “Just like that — damn, you tryna make me come already?”

You smirked, breathless.

“You talk all that shit, now you foldin’?”

He bit his lip hard, grabbed the back of your neck, and pulled you down into a nasty ass kiss — teeth clashing, tongue heavy, breath hot.

Then he leaned back again.

“Stop.”

You froze, hips mid-roll.

“…huh?”

He looked you dead in the face, jaw clenched.

Voice serious.

“I said stop. You movin’ like you tryna win.”

You blinked again.

“I am??”

He leaned up just slightly, whispered low in your ear, “You wanna make me come, you gon’ have to earn that shit. Now come here —”

You still sittin’ there straddlin’ him, lips parted, brows furrowed like — sir?

You just gave him three minutes of your finest choreography. You damn near caught the holy ghost on that dick.

And this man got the nerve to tell you to stop.

Now he got one hand wrapped around your thigh, the other holdin’ your lower back, pullin’ you down, bringin’ you back, slidin’ you onto him slow like he finna run this now.

“Lemme do it my way.”

His voice all rough and sleepy, thick from the liquor and late hour.

Eyes half-lidded but focused, locked in like you the only thing in his world.

You couldn’t breathe for a second, ‘cause the way he filled you? Had you clenchin’ all over again.

He tilted his head to the side and smirked just a lil. “That’s what I thought.”

Now you tryin’ to ride again, but he’s not lettin’ you bounce.

He’s holdin’ your hips in place, grindin’ you down into him, movin’ you the way he want.

Slow. Deep. Pressure in every roll.

You swear you can feel everything.

The heat. The weight. The way he pulses thick inside you with every tiny lil moan that slips past your lips.

Your head falls forward against his chest and he laughs, low and cocky.

“Yeahhh, that’s what I wanted,” he mutters, thumb draggin’ up your spine under the hoodie.

“I don’t need all that fast shit. Let me feel you.”

You whimper.

Like a real whimper.

He lifts your chin, makes you look at him while you grind on him like you tryna make a baby.

You feel so full. So slow-drunk on the way he’s movin’ you, the way he knows what he’s doin’.

“You miss me?” he asks, like it’s not obvious.

Like your pussy didn’t answer that the moment he slapped your ass.

“Yeah,” you mumble, eyes glossy.

“Miss me like this?”

You nod quick, grindin’ harder, and he sucks his teeth.

“Say it.”

“I missed you like this.”

He smirks. “I know.”

Then he’s kissin’ you.

Hard.

One hand on the back of your head, tongue slidin’ deep into your mouth.

Other hand grippin’ your ass, pushin’ you down on him deeper.

You swear he hit a spot that made your whole body lock up.

You moanin’ into his mouth.

Shakin’ from how thick and deep he’s inside you.

Fingernails diggin’ into his shoulders, hoodie startin’ to stick to your back from sweat.

His lips break away from yours and go straight for your neck — you already know.

Kissin’ that spot under your ear, suckin’ on your pulse point, leavin’ a wet trail down your shoulder while you grind on him like you forgot how to stop.

And when you do try to lift up, finally try to bounce again?

He groan low, grips your waist tight, and mutters:

“Nah. Don’t run now.”

“I’m not tryna run —“

And he start movin’ his hips —

Up into you.

Controlled.

Deep.

He takin’ over now.

You can’t even ride no more — he fuckin’ you from under, thick strokes that got your toes curlin’ and your forehead sweatin’.

Eyes rollin’ and lips tremblin’ and you swear he hittin’ your soul.

“Who this pussy belong to?” he asks, voice dark.

“You,” you gasp.

“Say it again.”

“It’s yours — it’s yours, Elijah f-fuck —”

Next thing you knew — flip.

Whole body turned over like you was on a damn rotisserie.

He had you on your stomach, ass up, legs parted just a lil, still slippery from the first round.

You barely even processed the motion and this man was lining it back up.

He slid back in slow — so slow you clenched up on instinct.

You could feel every thick inch stretchin’ you open all over again.

“Mhmm,” he muttered under his breath. “Yeah, you still got it f’sho.”

You didn’t even respond. Couldn’t.

You were too busy gripping the pillow like it owed you money.

First he went slow.

Real deep. Real calculated.

Like he was tryin’ to memorize your shit.

Pushing in alllll the way — till his pelvis kissed your ass —

Then pullin’ out real deliberate, leavin’ just the tip in before doin’ it all over again.

Over.

And over.

And over.

Had your mouth open, but nothin’ was comin’ out. Just gasps. Lil shaky whines.

Then suddenly — like he changed his mind mid-stroke —

SMACK.

Hand landed hard on your ass, made you jolt, and then he picked up the pace.

Started pounding it, grip lockin’ down on both your shoulders like he was tryin’ to anchor himself.

Like you was runnin’ and he wasn’t lettin’ you go nowhere.

“Ain’t tell you to go like that,” he muttered, low and gritty, fuckin’ you through his own breathlessness. “Shit feel too damn good.”

You cried out something soft, probably ‘fuck,’ probably ‘please,’ probably your own name ‘cause you forgot his in the moment.

Didn’t matter.

He was locked in.

Elijah—well, “Smoke,” technically—you still don’t even know his full name.

But what you do know is he love him some backshots.

He worship that view.

Be behind you talkin’ to himself like ‘damn she thick.’

Takin’ long strokes just so he can watch it jiggle back on him.

Holding your ass open with both thumbs, spitting just a lil to keep it sloppy, whisperin’ shit like:

“This the part I missed the most.”

“Could nut just off this view, swear to God.”

“You was sleepin’ pretty earlier. Bet you ain’t think I’d fuck the rest of the night out you.”

He leaned over you now, chest grazin’ your back, lips brushing your ear —

“You finna come again?”

You nodded, whined, damn near cried.

Then he bit down on your shoulder, just a lil, like he was tryna remind you who’s shit this is.

“Good,” he whispered, grindin’ into you deep, finishin’ you off with strokes so raw and filthy, you felt your whole body go limp.

Legs tremblin’.

Pussy clenching hard like you tryna keep him in.

You gushed, loud and messy — like your body was spillin’ over from the pressure.

When he finally pulled out?

He was breathing heavy. Forehead glistening. Chest rising and falling like he just ran laps.

You barely got your bearings.

Still facedown in the sheets, tryin’ to remember your own damn name, when you felt him tug you up — strong ass arms slid under yours and pulled.

Next thing you know, your back hit the headboard and he was kneelin’ in front of you on the mattress, cock already hard again like he ain’t just fuck the soul outta you a minute ago.

He kissed you first, slow and messy — still breathing heavy — and his hand slid down to grip your jaw real soft before he whispered:

“You good?”

You nodded, but only glared up at the man.

You already knew what time it was.

He shifted forward on his knees, one hand guiding your face down, the other gripping the headboard behind you for balance.

“Put that pretty mouth to work,” he said low, tapping the thick tip against your bottom lip. “You got it.”

You looked up at him all slow, mouth already watering, lips partin’ soft as hell —

He slid in easy, let you suck just the tip at first, then eased deeper…hand cradling your jaw, thumb rubbing the hinge of it.

Deeper…

And he moaned — actually moaned — head falling back just a little, abs tight, the kind of sound that made you clench around nothing.

You didn’t even care that your jaw was starting to ache.

Didn’t care your lashes were stickin’ together from the lil tears in your eyes.

All you knew was his hand was resting real firm on the crown of your head now, not forcing, just guiding, and you wanted to give him exactly what he needed.

Then…he started movin’.

Real slow at first.

Pushin’ his hips forward while he kept his grip on the headboard — and suddenly it wasn’t just head, it was a full-on face-fucking.

Your headboard knockin’ lightly behind you from the pressure, your throat stretched wide, lips glossy and spit-slick, and he lookin’ down like:

“Mmm, that’s it. Look at me. Don’t look away.”

You glared up through your lashes, jaw sore, throat burning — but you didn’t stop.

Couldn’t.

You was in too deep — literally.

He kept it slow at first, hips grindin’ into your mouth like he was fuckin’ your throat the same way he fuck your pussy —

But then he started gettin’ bold.

Picked up the pace a little, started rockin’ into your mouth with a rhythm that had your whole head movin’ against the headboard —

Bump. Bump. Bump.

Like he was tryin’ to put your tonsils on sick leave.

Every now and then he’d pause, pull back and tap his tip against your tongue — watchin’ the spit fall from your lips to your chest —then slide back in all slow with a breathy, “That’s my girl…”

At one point?

He laced his fingers in your curls, held your head steady, and said with the softest lil grunt —

“I’ma cum if you keep doin’ that shit.” Then added with a smirk, “You want it?”

You nodded. Couldn’t even speak.

He let go of the headboard to use both hands on your head now, thrustin’ real slow and deep, jaw clenched tight, abs flexed as he fucked into your mouth like he was damn near in love.

His breathing turned to groans.

His thighs started tremblin’.

And finally — finally — he gave a rough groan and buried himself deep, chest stuttering as he came down your throat.

You swallowed every drop.

Because…obviously.

Afterwards?

He leaned forward, kissed you slow, wiped your chin, whispered against your lips like:

“You gon’ be the death of me.”

And you just smiled.

You barely caught your breath before he leaned back, lashes low and tipsy smirk tugging at his lips — eyes dragging over you like he was tryna savor you all over again.

Still flushed from that mouthwork he just got. Still kneeling on the bed in just his damn chain and a glistening trail down his abs.

That’s when he said it — voice all raspy and deep like he ain’t just moan your name a second ago.

“Let me eat it next…”

He bit his lip a little. “C’mon. Sit it right here.”

You blinked. “What?”

He tapped his chest, then slid both hands down his stomach slow as hell, eyes never leavin’ yours.

“Sit. On. My. Face.”

Chile.

You ain’t even get a full thought off before he grabbed your thighs, pulled you up like you was light as air, and laid back against the pillows — one arm under your ass, the other spreading your legs like he already knew the script.

“You scared?” he teased, that smirk still sittin’ pretty even with his head on the damn mattress.

And you? Tipsy off his energy now.

You climbed over him slow, shaky thighs hovering, hands braced on the headboard — and when you finally lowered down, you barely touched his lips before he grabbed your hips and pulled you all the way down like:

“Mm-mm. I said sit.”

BABYYYY.

He devoured you.

No warning. No easing into it. Just straight tongue work like he was starvin’ for it.

Mouth wide open, lips partin’ soft before he flattened his tongue and licked one long, slow stripe through your folds — and then he locked in.

Eyes closed.

Low groans vibrating right through you.

He had your thighs trembling in under thirty seconds and his grip on you? Lord. Possessive. Firm. Like he wanted the weight of you on his face.

You looked down at him, eyes glossy, and he just groaned against you like he was the one getting off. Grippin’ your ass, guiding your hips to ride his mouth like you was a lil toy.

“That’s it… keep goin’,” he muttered into you, lips wet and chin gleamin’. “Tastes so fuckin’ good…”

He ate you like he meant it. Like it was the last meal and you the last girl on earth.

Tongue fuckin’ into you, lips suckin’ your clit, switchin’ it up every time your breath caught just to keep you beggin’. You was grindin’ without even meanin’ to — rockin’ into his face while your hands clawed at the headboard, back archin’, moans comin’ out all high and helpless.

Then —

He hit you with the combo.

Two thick fingers slid in while he sucked your clit — and that was it.

You came so hard your whole body stiffened, legs tryna close on his head and he just hummed, held you open and kept going.

“Uh uh. Let me get that other one.”

You was breathless. Sweaty. Legs weak.

And he still had the nerve to pull you down closer, lickin’ you slow like he was tryna memorize the taste.

“Damn, mama…you gon’ kill me with this.”

You slid off him eventually, thighs shakin’, face buried in the sheets — and he just laid there lookin’ smug, mouth glistening, hand on your lower back like yeahhh, I did that.

You tried to move.

Key word: Tried.

But all you managed was a whisper: “You a munch.”

He smirked wider, leaned over and kissed the back of your thigh. Then both your ass cheeks.

“Yeah,” he said, voice deep and sleepy now. “And?”

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Where the Fire Breathes Soft

DragonTamer!Mattheo Riddle x Teacher!FemReader

You take your class on a field trip to a dragon sanctuary, expecting chaos and maybe a little fire. What you don’t expect is Mattheo Riddle — charming, clever, and surprisingly gentle beneath the smirk. Between sunbathing dragons, wide-eyed students, and a tour that turns unexpectedly sweet, you find yourself falling, just a little, for the dragon tamer with a crooked smile.

Warnings: none, fluff to the bones

Word count: 1,7k

A/N: my very late work for week 1 of @acourtofchaos's au event. Hope to catch up with the rest of them soon ♡

You’re pretty sure this wasn’t in the job description.

Sure, it mentioned field trips, but it didn’t say anything about standing ten feet away from a dragon the size of a cottage while trying to look calm in front of twenty excited eleven-year-olds.

You’ve never seen a dragon up close before — unless you count the fold-out pages in Fantastic Beasts for Little Wizards. Even then, it was hard to believe something so majestic and terrifying could be real.

But here you are, standing at the edge of a wide, green field fenced with enchanted barriers, blinking at a sunbathing Norwegian Ridgeback. It looks like an overgrown lizard lounging in the afternoon sun, its dark, iridescent scales gleaming like opals. Around you, a dozen kids press against the barrier, gasping and arguing over which dragon is the coolest.

“Miss! Miss!” little Clara tugs at your coat, eyes wide with awe. "That one just sneezed fire!"

You give her a smile, even though your heart’s trying to climb into your throat. "Yes, dragons can do that, sweetheart."

"She sneezed!" Clara insists, pointing. "She’s like me when I have a cold!"

A warm chuckle comes from your right, deep and effortlessly amused.

"That would be Marigold. She’s a bit dramatic, but harmless. Unless you're a cabbage,"

You glance sideways and promptly forget how to breathe.

The man standing next to you is tall, dressed in a well-worn leather jacket that’s clearly seen its share of flame. His dark hair is tousled, jaw sharp, and eyes startlingly intelligent with a hint of mischief behind them. There’s a dragon-scale glove tucked into his belt, and something about the way he stands — casual, confident, like the dragons answer to him — makes your knees go a little weak. His sleeves are rolled to the elbow, revealing strong forearms dusted with faint burn scars and inked runes. You catch yourself staring for a second too long.

"Oh," you manage. "Hello."

"Hi." He offers you a crooked smile, one that makes your heart do something unprofessional. "Mattheo Riddle. I work here."

You shake the hand he offers, and it’s warm, calloused, grounding. "I’m… You can call me Miss Teacher who is absolutely not terrified of dragons."

Mattheo laughs, low and easy, like sunshine on a cold morning. "Pleasure, Miss Teacher. You’re doing well for someone who looks like they might bolt."

"I’m just trying not to faint in front of the children."

"Good goal." He steps a little closer and lowers his voice. "Don’t worry. The dragons can smell fear, but they respect it. Means you’re smart."

"That’s comforting."

He grins wider, like he’s enjoying this, but not in a cruel way. Like he’s almost charmed by your honesty. “Which class is yours?”

"First-years," you say, glancing at the gaggle of kids giggling by the fence. "They’re obsessed with magical creatures right now. Their current theory is that dragons are just flying puppies with attitude problems."

"Not wrong," he muses with an amused grin. "Except for Blaze. Blaze eats puppies."

You gape at him in shock.

He blinks, then breaks into a laugh. The sound so warm and smooth that it makes your heart skip a beat. "Kidding."

You exhale the sigh of relief immediately. "Thank Merlin."

Mattheo chuckles again and gestures toward the enclosure. "Want a proper tour? I promise no incineration. Well, minimal incineration."

You arch a brow. "Do I get hazard pay?"

"No, but you get to walk next to me. That’s got to count for something," he says with a wink that sends a small stutter through your chest.

You laugh, caught off guard. "Charming, aren’t you?"

He gives you a little playful bow. "It’s in the job description," he said without any shame or second thought, grinning proudly.

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Mattheo turns out to be great with the kids. You watch from the edge as he kneels beside one of them, explaining the difference between ridge-back scales and horned-tail ones like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. He’s patient when they interrupt, gentle when they get overexcited, and firm when one of them tries to climb a fence.

You hadn’t expected that. You thought he’d be cocky, maybe even reckless. Swagger and smirks. But instead, there’s this quiet strength beneath all that charisma. Something solid and steady. And it makes you feel... oddly comfortable and safe.

You try not to stare too much as he gestures animatedly toward a Welsh Green gliding in a distant paddock. The sun catches in his hair, and for a fleeting moment, he looks like he belongs to the dragons. Not as their keeper, but their kin.

He catches your across the enclosure and winks again. You look away quickly, cheeks warm.

"Professor?" Clara tugs your sleeve gently to catch your attention. "Do you like him?"

You nearly choke at her question. "What?"

"You’re looking at him like my mum looks at the telly when the handsome prince comes on," she explained calmly with a child's simplicity.

You blink at her for a moment in silence, feeling the heat on your cheeks intensified. "Clara."

"It’s okay," she says seriously with a nod. "He’s handsome. You have good taste."

You consider for a moment whether it’s possible to sink into the earth and never return.

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Lunch is a picnic under the shade of a charmed willow tree. The kids are still buzzing, mouths full of sandwiches, declaring their dreams of becoming dragon tamers. Some sketch their favorite dragons with crumb-covered fingers. You watch their enthusiasm with tenderness and a hint of amusement in your eyes. Soon Mattheo finds you near the feeding pen.

"Enjoying yourself yet?" he asks, leaning casually on the railing beside you.

"It’s... actually better than expected. No one's on fire, so I’m calling it a win," you say with a smile tugging on your lips.

He unwraps a sandwich and glances at yours, still untouched. "Not eating?"

"I'm too enchanted. I mean—interested. In all this." You laugh awkwardly and a bit flustered. "I’ve never seen anyone so comfortable around fire-breathing monsters."

He raises his brow in amusement. "You’re a teacher. You’re surrounded by tiny monsters daily."

You chuckle softly. "Touche."

He gives you a sideways glance, smirking. "You’re braver than you look."

You hum quietly. "Is that a compliment?"

"It is," he says easily. "You strike me as the soft type. Sweet. But you didn’t flinch when Ember tried to lick your coat."

"I couldn’t. The kids were watching."

"Still, you didn’t run." His voice dips slightly, more thoughtful. "That counts."

You glance at him, studying the way the late sun catches in his hair, the curve of his smile that’s equal parts playful and kind. There’s something magnetic about him, something that makes your chest feel light and your stomach full of fluttering things.

"You’re not what I expected," you say quietly.

He arches a brow. "No? What were you expecting?"

"I don’t know. Arrogance? Recklessness? Someone who rides dragons without a saddle and uses bad pick-up lines."

He chuckles smoothly, eyes shine with amusement. "I do ride without a saddle, but I leave the pick-up lines to the desperate."

"I feel honored."

"You should." He nudges your elbow softly. "Besides, I don’t need pick-up lines. I’ve got dragons."

You laugh again, unable to help it. Something about him makes you feel safe and smile wider. "You really do."

For a moment, the air between you settles into something quiet. Easy and sweet. You don’t even realize you’re smiling until he says, "You should come back sometime. Without twenty tiny chaperones."

"Is that a professional invitation?"

"Only if you’re into professionalism."

You tilt your head slightly, looking at him. "And if I’m into dragons?"

He gives you a look that’s all charm and slow-burning mischief. "Then I’m very interesting."

Your heart does a little leap again. "I’ll think about it."

"You do that," he says softly, gaze lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

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The trip ends too quickly. The kids piling back onto the carriages with sticky fingers and loud voices, waving their goodbyes wildly at every dragon in sight.

Mattheo walks you to the gate, hands in his jacket pockets.

"Thanks for not letting us get eaten," you say with a small smile. You want to prolong this moment, to stay in this fairytale with dragons and Prince Charming for a little longer.

"Anytime." He looks at you, something warm flickering in his gaze. "You really were good with them. The kids."

You shrug a little shy, "It’s easy when you love them."

"I think they love you back."

"Probably because I carry sweets in my bag all the time."

He grins. "Might have to start doing that myself."

You look at him, heart fluttering again. "Do you flirt with every teacher who visits?"

He tilts his head as if considering your question. "Only the ones who make dragon farms feel like fairy tales."

You blink, looking at him with wide eyes. "That’s—"

"Too much?" he asked with slightly bashful and boyish smile.

"A little," you admit with a smile. "But I liked it."

He steps a little closer, just enough for you to catch the warmth of him, the faint scent of smoke and leather.

"Come back," he says quietly and softly. "Next week. Or whenever you like. No pressure. Just... I’d like to see you again."

You bite your lip, trying to hide the silly smile his words cause. "Maybe I will."

"Maybe?"

"Okay. Definitely."

He smiles like you’ve just handed him something valuable. And the shine in his eyes is utterly disarming. "Good."

You linger for a second longer, then turn to follow your class, heart full of butterflies and something almost as fiery as the dragons behind you.

As you step onto the carriage, Clara tugs your sleeve again and whispers, "He definitely likes you."

You glance back to where Mattheo stands by the gate, one hand raised in a lazy wave. His eyes locked on you.

You wave back. "Yeah," you whisper with a silly grin on your lips. "I think I like him too."

[phantasm-ae]

Sort of part 2 of my Mrs. Price drabble. I hope u like it🥺

cw: afab reader x captain price, soft fluff, afab reader x soap, afab reader x ghost, afab reader x gaz

HEADCANON: Forced to crash in Price’s place momentarily. The team meets you — Mrs. Price again — much to Price’s annoyance. Treating his house now like a sleepover den

PAIRING: John Price x reader, slight Poly141 x reader

something something, the team forced to reroute their entire mission due to an intel mix-up. Having to lay low for a few weeks somewhere in this woodland retreat of a lodge for the meantime.

But it wasn't entirely that bad. Fuck no.

Not when they rest of the team realized that they could technically crash at Price's own place for the time being. A quaint little countryside cabin with a roaring fireplace, creaky wooden floors, a tiny plant nursery at the front, and the comforting smell of pine that lingered in the air. But most importantly of course -- You. Mrs. John Fucking Price at the center of it all.

Price didn’t seem thrilled at first. Fuck that. He already hated how Soap practically salivated at the thought of his wife ever since they met her in that dingy pub. Cheeky bastard grinning like a schoolboy everytime he mentioned her and her famous lemon drizzle cakes.

But Christ on earth, they didn't exactly have a choice at the moment. So. Reluctant. Waning. Frustrated and annoyed. Muttering about how his place was hardly a “luxury hotel,” but once the team started packing their things with the energy of schoolboys on a field trip, he relented. And, honestly, who could blame them? They were tired, dirty, and living on dry rations; a warm bed and a roof over their heads was like a damn vacation.

So here they were. Standing in front of their little cottage abode. Walls mossy, wood comforting, and air remote. Quaint and tangling ivy around the roof. The marshy nook like something out of a storybook.

And as soon as the door opened, the familiar, warm scent of you greeted them. Wood, fresh herbs, mint, and a lingering hint of something that made the whole place feel more like home. Price's wife, sweet sweet perfect Mrs. Price, was already waiting when they arrived

"Oh my darlings. Its glad to see your faces again", she greeted them. Voice soft and smile warm. Price, absolutely knackered, immediately felt a wave of relief at the sight of her.

Long hair up in her usual hairdo, apron tied around her waist, and despite the chaos outside, she looked perfectly put-together in a way that made him feel all of a sudden like maybe he was the one who didn’t belong in the mess they’d become.

She looked absolutely angelic. Vision of druidic calm. Heaven sent and sacred. Hera in crochet and bunny slippers.

Price stood taller, more rigid at her side -- already bracing for what he knew was coming.

"Come in, come in," she beamed, ushering them all in like they were visiting nephews rather than elite soldiers who could snap necks before breakfast. "Shoes off at the door, please. I just mopped."

They all shuffled inside with relief, shaking off the dust from their clothes as if they’d finally arrived at some kind of sanctuary. Gaz obeying immediately, kicking off his boots like a schoolboy caught tracking mud, while Soap practically tripped over himself trying to get them off any faster.

"I made stew," she called from the kitchen, already halfway down the hall with her apron strings bouncing behind her. "And bread. Oh -- and Johnny, I baked that lemon drizzle you like."

Soap nearly wept.

“Marry me, Mrs. Price,” he shouted after her, only half-joking.

Price whipped around, face like thunder. “Johnny—”

“Jokin'! Jokin'!” Soap raised his hands in surrender, grinning like the devil himself. “Ye already bagged the best lass on earth, I know. Just sayin' -- luck bastard ye are"

Gaz leaned in, whispering to Ghost, “Swear to God, it’s like visiting your nan’s. All we need is a jigsaw puzzle and some knitted socks.”

Ghost didn’t answer. Didn't need to. Massive hulking posture already loosening and starting to mellow. Halfway through removing his gloves and looking -- dare anyone say it -- peaceful.

Later that night. Cozied up in Price's living room. Her crocheted throw blankets and mismatched cushions cradling their weighty and coarse bodies like they weren't seasoned and elite killers but a bunch of children in a sleepover at their gran's. Bellies full. Air serene and leisurely, watching some old movie Mrs. Price put on.

She'd even brought out bloody hot chocolate (with marshmallows, of course), and Ghost -- Ghost with his towering frame, permanent scowl, but now brushed blonde hair that strangely smelt like that eucalyptus oil that you recommended him -- had accepted his mug with two hands like it was holy.

Sitting on the edge of the floral couch. Cupping the mug in both gloved hands like it was a sacred relic. Taking a cautious sip before letting out the softest grunt of approval anyone had ever heard from him.

Soap nearly dropped his own cup laughing. "That good, Ghost?"

Ghost didn’t look up. “Shut up.” But he took another sip.

Gaz, already wrapped in one of the knit blankets she’d handed out like party favors, leaned over with a grin. “I think I just saw you smile, mate. Terrifying.”

“She’s a bleedin' marvel, so she is,” Soap whispered behind his mug. “Bit o' witchcraft in that cocoa.”

"This should be a regular thing," Gaz mumbled, curling up farther into one of her handmade quilts with a contented sigh. "Every end of the quarter. Team regroup with Mrs. Price."

“Quarterly sleepovers, aye?” Soap echoed, raising his mug.

“Aye. With lemon drizzle cake and that stew. Jesus.”

Ghost hummed, shockingly agreeing, “Better than the barracks.”

John Price, sitting stiffly in his armchair like he’d rather be interrogating someone in a bunker, glared at them over his mug.

“No,” he said flatly.

Mrs. Price, from the kitchen, called out without missing a beat, “Oh I don’t mind, dear.”

“No, they’re not,” Price barked from the hallway, already regretting every life choice that led to this moment.

But no one was listening anymore.

masterlist

[organic-bloodbath]

No more secrets

Hwang In-ho x Wife!Reader

Summary: You're In-ho's wife, but know nothing about him being the Frontman. Without his knowledge, you've been taken to play the games too. One night he explains everything to you about being the Frontman.

A/N: This was a request i got, i hope you like 🫶🏻 I haven't written about him before so i wasn't sure how to portray him here. This also became a lot longer than how i originally thought it would turn out.

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Your husband was lying to you about something. You knew he wasn't telling you everything, but every time you asked about it, he would just deny that there was anything going on.

He told you that he'd soon be leaving for a 'work trip' and would be back home in a week. He didn't tell you any details, nothing about what it was even about, he was really dodgy about the situation. You knew it wasn't just a work trip, something was going on and you had to find out what.

♡♡♡

You were in a large field with hundreds of other people, all dressed in identical green tracksuits, including you. People were getting shot, the ground was full of blood and fresh corpses.

You were running towards the finish line behind everyone else, until you fell on your back when someone pushed you, running past you and not caring about your life at all. You winced and held your head as you sat up and realized too late what you had just done.

You had moved.

You had moved when the giant doll was scanning for any movements in the area. You were going to die and so was your unborn child. Someone was going to shoot you to death and you buried your face into your hands, as if that would prevent you from getting shot. A few people here and there were being eliminated and you waited for your turn.

But it didn't come. The doll had turned around and the players continued running. Had they missed you? Not noticed that you hadn't stayed still?

"Psst," someone said next to you. "You better get up if you want to get to the finish line and live."

He was right, you were far behind from everyone else and if you didn't start running soon, you'd be dead for being too slow.

♡♡♡

The Frontman was sitting on his leather couch, watching the game on the big screen and sipping whiskey. When the first player had moved, a chaos ensued and people started running around in panic, bullets dropping them down one by one. In-ho's favorite part of this game was the players realizing what 'being eliminated' meant for them.

Then, his heart stopped and he almost spilled the whiskey on his black suit. He saw someone familiar among the players.

Y/N. His own wife was taking a part in the games. How the hell had she ended up here?!

Just a few minutes ago he was enjoying the show, relaxing and taking a bet in his mind how many players would survive through the game. But then there was you who had no idea what you had just gotten into.

No, no, no, no - this wasn't happening.

He needed to know why someone allowed her to come here and why he wasn't aware of it. He had seen all the files of the players, all of them. You weren't even in any debts, Hwang In-ho knew that, so how was it possible you were pulled here? Someone had stripped you and put the same green tracksuit on you as everyone else.

Maybe he was seeing things. Player 002. That was your number. Maybe she just looked like you. The camera which was recording this game had done a close-up on a few players and it was enough to recognise you.

He wasn't going to let you stay here and play these games. This wasn't your place to be, this was meant for people who needed money urgently and had no other choice.

♡♡♡

The moment you saw your husband walk through the crowd, anger rose inside you. You wanted to hit him, kick him, throw all sorts of insults at him for lying to you.

Your eyes met, about thirty metres between you two. You were the first one to start walking towards him and he came to you half way.

"What the hell is going on, In-ho?!" you shouted, not caring how many people heard and how much of it.

"Y/N, please-"

"'Y/N please', just tell me what on earth you're doing here? What is this place? Is this your so called 'work trip', hm?"

Another man was near him, looking at the two of you, confused but not wanting to intervene what was going on.

"I didn't want to tell you because you'd only get worried and-"

"Worried? Worried?! You came to a place where you could be killed! You didn't tell me anything where you were going!"

"How are you here?"

"I tried to follow you."

"Follow me?"

"You were hiding something from me, for weeks you were acting so suspicious and i needed to know what was going on," you explained, standing so close to him that you could smell his breath and barely letting yourself to breathe between the words, you wanted to get everything out of you as fast as possible.

"I would have explained everything after i'd come back."

"Well sorry i didn't know that because you don't talk to me anymore." You stepped back and started pacing back and forth, fingers brushing through your hair. You took a few deep breaths to calm down before looking at him again. "But what if you hadn't come back anymore? What if you got killed? Would i ever know about that?"

He stepped closer to you again and wrapped his arms around you, even though you tried to resist at first.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, i truly am," he apologized with a sincere voice and then made you look at him again. "But like everyone else, i didn't know i was going to die and i really needed to get more money to pay off a few debts."

You looked at him for a moment until just stormed away and left him stand there alone.

♡♡♡

At night while lying on your bed, you were gently rubbing your bare stomach, as if trying to comfort your baby that everything was going to be okay. You were going to be okay. The baby's dad was going to be okay.

You would get back home, all three of you, and continue your life like before.

Who were you fooling? Nothing was the same anymore. In-ho had abandoned you for money, lied to you because of money, not giving you attention all because of more money.

Your baby was three months old by now and you could see the bump but it could still be hidden under your shirt and jacket well enough. You hadn't told In-ho yet, you should have told him weeks ago.

But he had put everything else before you in the past couple of months. You were also scared to tell him, especially now because you thought he would be mad at you for not telling him sooner that he was going to be a father. You had waited for a moment where he would notice you again and spare a moment of his busy day just for you, but that day had never seemed to come anymore.

Now thinking about it - he had no right to be mad at you for not telling him. Still, you were nervous, and being trapped in this place didn't help it at all.

It took you almost an hour, but eventually you fell asleep and it was one of the worst night's sleeps you'd had during the pregnancy.

♡♡♡

You were safe. In-ho had made sure that you stayed safe. He argued with the guards for an hour how it was possible to allow his own wife to get involved as a player but nobody knew any details. But somehow they had tricked the system in the first game that the doll ignored any movements you had made.

But what's done is done. He couldn't get you out of the game by just letting you leave while everyone else stayed. Majority of people wanted to stay here, according to the votes, they needed the money for their own good and didn't care about any casualties that didn't involve themselves.

You were mad at him and he understood why. But he couldn't tell you about the game and how all his time was spent to plan everything out. What if he had told you all about these games? Would you still love him or would it make you leave? You were his entire world, much more important than these games.

But he wasn't able to quit, not now, not yet. It would absolutely ruin him if you packed your bags and never wanted to see him again.

He would make sure that you will get out of here and back home, no matter what. And he'd have to tell you everything eventually, and that thought terrified him, seeing how angry you had been earlier.

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"You doing alright?" Gi-hun asked the next morning when you had woken up, taking careful steps towards you as if you were going to bite him if he approached you too fast.

"Yeah, fantastic."

"Listen, i don't want to meddle between you two because i don't know either of you well, but we'll have to work together to get through these games," Gi-hun explained. "The most important thing now is to survive and get through the games so we can get out of here as fast as possible."

He was right, of course there had to be one man to talk sense to the rest of the group.

"I know, i know," you sighed. "It's just been hard for me lately and he hasn't shown appreciation to me and we don't communicate anymore."

"In-ho seems like a good man," Gi-hun admitted. "And none of us told our friends or family members that we would be joining the games, it wasn't allowed to spread the information to outsiders. Please, don't blame him, not right now."

You slightly nodded. "You're right, thank you, Gi-hun."

"Let's go eat before the next game starts, okay?"

♡♡♡

After you had passed the second game, you were getting a little suspicious of him once again.

It was only a small thing which nobody else probably noticed, but why did he throw the toy with his right hand? He failed several times, but succeeded immediately when he threw it with his left hand. You had always known he was left-handed.

It was like he was wasting time on purpose to leave your victory to the last second and it pissed you off. However, you had passed the game so you decided to leave it be - for now.

You woke up at night and had to go to the bathroom.

"Please, i really need to go," the small girl from your group pleaded.

"Nobody is allowed to leave the area at this hour."

"I need go too, just let us through. We'll only take a few minutes," you said, tired to argue about getting to go to pee.

The guard looked at you through the glass for a short moment until opened the door without further questions.

"5 minutes."

You were surprised and Jun-hee looked at you in even more shock but hurried inside.

You came out of your stall after couple of minutes and was about to go wash your hands when you heard crying and sniffing from one of the other stalls.

"Hey," you said and knocked on the pink door. "Hey, you good?"

No answer, only quiet sobs.

Oh my god don't you dare to start giving birth right now, you started thinking inside your head. You were not going to start delivering a baby in the bathroom while guards with guns were telling you to hurry up.

"Hey, can you open the door?"

But the door wasn't locked, as you had thought, and it opened easily, showing the girl crying, her cheeks wet from the tears and eyes red. You kneeled down in front of her and held her hands in her lap.

"What's wrong? Are you in pain? Is it something to do with the baby?"

"I'm scared," she sniffed. "I want to go home."

Your heart broke just by looking at her.

"We'll get you home, i promise," you said. "We'll all go home and you'll be able to raise your child."

"You promise?" she asked, looking at you directly in the eyes.

"I promise. I'm pregnant too."

Jun-hee stopped crying for a moment and looked at you, shocked. "You are?" she gasped and looked towards your stomach. You nodded with a weak smile. "How far are you?"

"3 months."

"And the dad...?" she started. "Is it the man in our group? In-ho?" She wasn't sure if she remembered his name correctly.

"Yeah, he doesn't know yet," you said and felt ashamed.

"You should tell him. Soon. We don't know how much time we have left here," she encouraged.

"Stop it, we have all the time in the world."

But she was right, you had to tell him as soon as you could.

You got up and put your arms around Jun-hee, brushing her back with your hand to try to calm her down a little bit. It seemed to help after a little while.

"Time's up," a guard said behind the door.

"Just a second," you yelled and turned back to Jun-hee. "You good to go back?" She nodded and wiped the remaining tears from her face. "Come on, let's go. If you need anything, just come to me, okay?"

You were on your way back to your bed, when you saw In-ho walk away from his bunk. You were confused, since he wasn't going to the bathroom, it was a different door where the players never went and weren't allowed to.

You quietly walked towards the same door where your husband has sneaked into. A guard stood in front of you, stopping you.

"That area is forbidden from players at this time, go back to sleep," the guard instructed but you weren't having it.

"Funny, since a certain player just went in there," you said and put your hands on your hips. "Now tell me where he went or i'll cause a scene."

"Player 002, go back to your bed, you'll see him in the morning."

"I am not leaving anywhere before you take me to my husband."

"Please, player-"

"I said now."

You were standing right in front of the guard, mere inches between you two. Eventually, since there was no way you weren't going to give up and would cause a massive scene, he hesitantly opened the door and let you in.

The guard started walking upstairs and through several corridors you haven't been in before, you walking behind him and starting to internally freak out what was going on.

You ended up in front of a large door and the guard hesitated for a moment, until he glanced at you and knocked on the door.

When the door was opened, your beloved husband was standing there, looking at you with a terrified face.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Sir, i'm sorry but she insisted-"

In-ho grabbed your hand and pulled you into the room past the guard.

"Go back to your duties," In-ho commanded the guard.

"Yes, sir," was the only response the guard gave and then hurried to leave. In-ho closed the door.

Looking around the room, it looked like an office and it was only you and him in the room, nobody else. You crossed your arms against your chest.

"Now tell me exactly what the hell is going on. And no more lies or excuses - nothing. You're going to tell me the truth about everything or you can say goodbye to me."

"Okay, sweetheart, calm down. Just please let me explain."

And he did tell you everything. His involvement in the games, being a former winner, becoming a Frontman and everything he could think of.

Your face was horrified, you two had been together for the past 5 years, married 3 of those years and he had basically lived a double life and keeping everything a secret from you?

All those 'work trips' he had used as excuses over the years made now much more sense, all the pieces were connecting to each other and falling into their places.

"I understand if you hate me right now, despise me or however you feel about these games - i understand," he explained, letting out a deep sigh. He took your hand in his and looked at you directly in the eyes, his dark eyes mixed with several emotions all at once. "I was afraid to tell you because i feared you would leave me and stop loving me."

"I could never stop loving you, no matter what, In-ho," you said and put your hand on his cheek. "I said it in my wedding vows too, i'll always love you until the day i die. In good and in bad, yes?"

Of course you weren't fine with this. These games were brutal, almost barbaric. But you loved In-ho more than anything in the world and you were fighting with yourself how you could learn to be okay with this.

"I just... i just need time to think these things through," you said, then taking a deep breath and taking his hands in yours, just like he had done to you only a moment ago. "Now that we're talking openly, there's something i must tell you and should have told you a lot earlier."

"Yes?" he said, encouraging you to continue when you had fallen silent for a few seconds.

"I'm pregnant," you revealed, it was almost a whisper but he had heard you, loud and clear.

"You... You're what?" he gasped, looking at your stomach and then back to your eyes.

You brought his left hand on your stomach.

"We're going to have a baby, my love," you told him.

He looked like he was about to cry and pulled you into a tight hug. You knew he wanted to become a dad, had wanted for a long time but you hadn't been able to become pregnant before, no matter how much you tried.

He held your face in his hands, kissed you and then looked into your eyes.

"I'm going to be a dad," he whispered, as if it sounded too good to be true.

"And i'm going to be a mother," you said back. "To your baby."

You stayed there for a long time, until both of you were forced to go back to your beds.

♡♡♡

The Mingle game had started and you were all spinning on a huge carousel. In-ho was holding your hand, squeezing it hard.

When it was time to choose 4 people to find a room together, you and In-ho were separated. People were pushing and pulling each other and the time was running out.

Everything happened so fast.

The time ran out and In-ho had ended up in a room with three other players. And you? You were left outside, still on the carousel which was now stopped.

The pink guards shot the remaining players, pleading for help and to spare their life, but their cries were for nothing. You looked on your right and saw Jun-hee standing there too, looking at you with a terrified face.

One of the pink guards came in front of you, the black gun in his arms.

♡♡♡

The plan to get you out of there was simple. You were going to fake your death and In-ho was going to act all heart broken for the loss of both his wife and his unborn child. He would act like only a shell of a man who he had used to be. Anything to convince Gi-hun and others that his wife was dead and he blamed it all on himself.

You only had one requirement for doing this. One wish that In-ho had to make happen or you weren't going to cooperate anymore.

To let Kim Jun-hee go home with you. Let her go as well and raise her child in safety. You knew she wouldn't otherwise survive to the end and you wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you left and she stayed.

You also made In-ho promise that she'd get her share of money and wouldn't leave this place empty handed. In-ho had gotten protective over Jun-hee during the short time she had been here, so even though he was reluctant to let any player out of here without all of them leaving, he allowed Jun-hee to go with you.

They would need to keep an eye on her for some time, to make sure that she wasn't going to do anything funny regarding to the games but you trusted her.

Before you left that night, In-ho came to see you one more time before he'd eventually come home too the next week.

"I love you," In-ho said, holding you tightly in his arms. He took your face into his hands and pulled you into a passionate kiss, kissing you like he was going to a year long war, but it was only going to be a few days anymore, under a week.

"I love you too," you said, couple of tears running down your cheeks.

Now, you and the girl were free to go. The guards escorted you out of there and you were taken back home. They didn't gas you or Jun-hee, in case the gas would harm the babies, but they did blindfold both of you, just in case you wanted to do something stupid and reveal the location to others - which you certainly weren't going to do.

The fact that so many other people stayed there to try and stay alive just to win money made you feel bad. But they were allowed to quit if they really wanted to. The game would be possible to end if the majority wanted it but they decided to stay.

You had to focus on your baby and prepare a good life for him or her, give them a nice and healthy life with you and their father who promised to quit the games after these were over.

He wouldn't take the job as the Frontman ever again, he had to move on and raise his child with the woman he loved the most in the world - you

[heaven-s-black-box]

Field Trips & Chaos- Crossover chpt.4

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Recovery date: December 21st, 2020

Description: The Winchesters are contacted by a very tired Japanese government official, trying to deal with a very troublesome case. Meanwhile, a coincidental schedule lands some high schoolers in the wrong place at the wrong time. Will everyone survive?

Notes: This entry has been translated for viewing facility, all bold writing is Japanese.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Word count: 722

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“So tired,” Furuya grumbled as the team finally arrived at the hotel.

They were in Yokohama for a set of away games, and had just finished their first four. Only the first string had come, as trying to get the whole team on a train would have been too much and why take a bus when you can take a train.

“You really need to work on your stamina,” Miyuki laughed. “You only pitched a game.”

“While I do agree with Miyuki about your stamina, they were fairly long innings.”

The team entered the small lobby, and huddled in a corner while Kataoka went to check them in.

“What about me Chris?” Sawamura yelled with his usual lack of volume control.

Both the receptionist and the coach glared at him.

“Sorry.” He laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You need to work on your batting, you can’t bunt forever. You also gave up quite a few hits.” Chris said, not looking up from the score book he and some of the other third years were looking over.

Sawamura opened his mouth to start whining, only to receive a head chop from Ryousuke.

“Ahem,” the coach cleared his throat from behind them, “we’re on the second floor, four people per room with the exception of room 206 with Chris, Yuki, Isahiki, Tanba, and Miyuki. Room 210 is Shirasu, Kodata, Tanaka, and Endou.” The players began to pick up their bags and arrange themselves in groups. “Sakai, Kusunoki, Higasa, and Yamazaki have room 209, and 208 is for Masuko, Kuramochi, Kawakami, and Miyauchi. You three,” Kataoka turned to the first year trio, “Are with Kominato. Room 207.”

“Lucky me.” Ryousuke sighed, glaring at the rest of the team as they stifled laughter.

“You have ten minutes before we leave for dinner. Don’t be late.”

“Yes sir,” they all said, before rushing off to the stairs.

As they left, Kataoka let out a long sigh as he contemplated whether this was a bad idea or not. The away game would be a good experience for the first years, and it wasn’t often they participated in games outside of Seidou, but after the train ride he wasn’t sure he could handle them.

Between Sawamura’s constant yelling, and the worrisome snickers coming from Miyuki and Kuramochi, there was no doubt this trip would have a few bumps.

“Excuse me, sir?”

Kataoka opened his eyes to find a young man standing in front of him.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, do you know where-”

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“Huh?” Jun frowned as him and Tetsu re-entered the lobby

The lobby was empty, safe for the receptionist behind the counter.

As everyone else exited the stairwell, they all became similarly confused. The coach would have told them if they were supposed to go to the restaurant themselves.

“Maybe he went to the bathroom. We should wait.”

“Has boss abandoned us?” Sawamura asked, a little louder than necessary but careful not to shout.

“Please, if he was going to abandon anyone it would just be you,” Miyuki sighed, rolling his eyes.

“What! Why?”

“Eijun,” Haruichi grabbed his shoulder so he wouldn’t attack Miyuki, “he’s just joking. The coach wouldn’t abandon anyone… even if it is tempting sometimes,”Haruichi murmured the last part, just loud enough for his brother to hear.

They took seats in the lobby, and began to wait. After a few minutes Tetsu’s phone started ringing. From the one sided conversation, they figured it was Kazuyoshi, the teacher in charge of the baseball club and the second chaperon of this trip.

“We’re just waiting for coach, he wasn’t in the lobby when we came down.” Tetsu frowned in confusion, and everyone stopped to listen to him. “Alright, someone will go check. Room 205?”

Chris waved at him, before heading back up stairs with Jun to check on Kataoka. Tetsu didn’t bother hanging up, at this point something didn’t seem right and he felt better having a familiar voice on the line.

The two third years came back down not long after, shaking their heads, and Tetsu relayed the message. They spoke for a little while longer before hanging up, and Tetsu turned to them.

“He’s going to try and call coach again, but he wants us to meet him at the restaurant.”

“Well, this trip just got a lot scarier.”