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can you do some more Alice madness returns scenarios please

Thank you for your request!!

Since there wasn’t anything specified I thought I would take my own creativity and create a short POV story! I hope you enjoy it 🌸

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Alice Liddells realisation

Through Alice’s time in wonderland, she had spent the majority of it figuring out her past, the poor girl was haunted by her memories of the fire. She was adamant it was all her fault and tried to plead guilty the first few months at Rutledge asylum but in the end. She was just another patient for them to feed off financially.

Alice awoke once more from her sweat ridden bed in a state of panic and despair, another nightmare, she put her feet on the cold wooden floor and closed her eyes. “Centaurs in Oxford, lizzie’s sleep talking, the library’s fire, Dinah, centaurs centaurs cENTAURS CENTAURS” Alice’s eyes shot open as she gritted her teeth. Her memories cleared and she remembered her nightmare. Clear as day, there stood Lizzie. Draped in a red gown, surrounded by oozing tentacles and a variety of human remains. The stench was potently retched and she stood before her once inviting and sweet older sister. Now displayed a foul Queen of hearts, Alice felt inferior to her sister, a feeling she had never felt before.

One quote from Lizzie stuck with Alice as she spoke “Centaurs don’t live in Oxford, and that wasn’t Lizzie talking in her sleep”. Alice thought and thought about that quote for a moment before her head started spinning and she felt nauseated, she took some deep breaths and slowly sat up from her bed. She looked over to the corner of her room towards her mirror, her nightgown draped over her malnourished and pale body, her hair swept to one side and placed neatly on her shoulder. Alice walked towards her wardrobe and set out her daily work wear, her black skirt, black and white striped long sleeved top, her black tights and lastly her apron. Everything was either ripped or stained but she didn’t mind because in her dreams she can wear beautiful gowns and dresses all she pleases. Alice was a fan of daydreaming, until the fire. Now it seems all of her daydreams turn into nightmares or hallucinations.

Once dressed and her hair was brushed Alice walked out of her bedroom and across the hall, the children mocking her as she walked. It was a daily routine for the children to be rude and disrespectful towards Alice, despite all her hard work to look after them and keep them from getting hurt. Somewhere deep inside Alice she enjoyed seeing the children happy, sometimes on a Sunday she would sit with them and make toys and drawings with them. Until one of them gets taken away by him.

Angus Bumby. A therapist and father figure to many of the children in this dump they call an orphanage. She hated him, she didn’t know why. But she knew something wasn’t right, however she still continued to get help and run errands for him.

Alice went on about her day, sweeping the children’s rooms and whistling to herself all while thinking of her nightmare. “ALICE” a voice boomed around the room towards her ears in a sharp tone. She whipped her head around with an annoyed look on her face and realised the tall skinny figure in the doorway was in fact Dr. Angus Bumby. “Yes? Sir”. She put her head down in fear. She may of hated him but she was terrified. “Follow me to my office. Please.” He waved his hand gesturing for Alice to follow him. She did as he asked and walked behind him like a lost puppy. As they stepped into his office, the smell of stale books and smoke from outside hit her. She let out a small cough and sat down in the chair. “Sir, i don’t believe i have to forget today” she looked up to lanky man leaning against his desk. He looked down “no no. None of that today Alice, I merely require an errand for you to run”. Alice let out an annoyed huff and crossed her arms “and what, prey tell would you like me to do?” Dr. Bumby put one hand into his jacket pocket and pulled out a variety of different keys on one ring. He sorted through them and Alice studied them very carefully up until she noticed one, one that stood out to her. One that she had seen before.

“Lizzie…” she breathed out and looked at Dr. Bumby with a face that could only be described as disgusted with fear. “What nonsense are you mumbling about this time Alice?” He was taken back a bit when Alice stood up and snatched the keys out of his hand, quickly rummaging them to get to her sisters bedroom door key. “THIS IS LIZZIES KEY” she held it up in front of his face. All in a flash, the memories came back. “…the centuars. Lizzie was right. Oxford doesn’t have… centaurs… she wasn’t sleep talking. The shadow. The key. YOU” she looked towards Bumby and stood up. She may of been shorter than him but in the moment of pure anger and disbelief she didn’t bare that in mind much.

Alice clutched her stomach as her breathing got heavier and quicker. Tears filled her eyes. “You did it. I TRUSTED YOU. AND YOU DID IT…”. She stood there. Mindlessly while her thoughts raced through her mind.

I lived with him

I took advice from him

I was under the same roof with my sisters attacker

The children. Oh the children.

“You monster”

To be continued….

Thank you so much for this request! I had a lot of fun writing it!! If anyone wants a continued version of my little story please let me know!

#aliceinwonderland #alice madness returns #american mcgee's alice #alice in borderland #headcanon #disney #slasher x reader #slashers #alice in wonderland #alices adventures in wonderland #memes #alice glass #horror #video games #fanfic #fanfiction

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uweiy · 2 years

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Cherry Magic! Thirty Years of Virginity Can Make You a Wizard?!

What a title. What a premisce.

Buckle up lads, for you are all today's lucky 10000.

The Main Character

Adachi is an office worker. He's not bad, not good, neither handsome nor ugly, slightly awkward and about to be thirty. (At least, that's probably what he'd tell you if you asked him.)

Look at him. Just standing there. Awkwardly

Absolutely nothing special about Adachi. EXCEPT, — okay listen. Adachi is YOU. Or it has been. Or it will be. And therefore he has that special thing every human has: being him.

But let's backtrack, for he doesn't know that yet.

For now,

The plot

Adachi turns thirty, and suddenly he can hear people's thoughts, which is disconcerting enough but thEN he finds out that Kurosawa, the ace of the office, has a ginormous (seriously. Huge. Humongous. The size of ) crush on him.

Okay now that's the setting. It's not what the show TELLS YOU.

What the show tells you

Before I started the show I had seen a few tags/comments that stuck in my head

Quote n°1: 🌸" this show feels like a hug/ like a security blanket : 🌸

✔️CORRECT

This show takes you by the hand by having a protagonist that is you, me, and everyone else ever, with your worries and self-doubt and that which is keeping you from dreaming big (spoiler: it's u), and telling both him and you repeatedly :

• You are more special than you know. You are loved, in all kinds of forms. Yes, you feel average, you feel like there are a lot of people like you yet there is someone, that notices you and only you, because of who you are.

• You inspire people, by things you think are not worth much because they come naturally, to you. Being kind is one of those things.

• You have the means to achieve your dreams, sometimes you just need a little push.

• Going out of your comfort zone can make make you grow. YES it’s uncomfortable. YES, it’s hard. But is it worth it most of the time ? YES (Provided it’s for things that are actually important to you.)

• Being you is enough.

Kurosawa and Adachi

Quote n°2: 🌸Adachi is the literal embodiment of gay panic :🌸

✔️CORRECT. Well,

Adachi is the embodiment of panic, Period, which makes the show absolutely goddamned hilarious. Look at him one second too long and watch him wither. But yes, point taken. When it comes to Kurosawa uh. Expect a lot of flailing.

Kurosawa in return– That guy has got his life to-gether. EXCEPT!!! when it comes to ADACHI. He falters. He is unsure. He thinks he's not good enough, as well. Bunch of disasters except not really because they always get to the right way to handle things in the end.

And Kurosawa has this wonderful thing we'll call the ✨🌈Kurosawa Vision🌈✨. Demonstration:

What Kurosawa says:

What Kurosawa thinks:

This man is head empty no thoughts except for one(1) Adachi CD that plays on loop. Like seriously. His kink is feeding Adachi soup.

Quote 3: 🌸 Everyone deserves a Kurosawa in their lives 🌸

✔️CORRECT

I have high standards now. Congratulations. Get me my own me-obsessed weirdo who brings me coffee and cooks amazingly and takes me on dates and worries about being too clingy.

Adachi and Everyone else

If you're not in a phase where you particularly emphazise with Adachi (you still will I promise. I probably just will less hit you like a freight train),

Might I interest you in the side character who had to readjust their dreams, and gets told it's fully ok to pursue happiness in the path you have chosen, though it is not the grandiose thing you imagined?

Or maybe the side character who does not want a relationship although it is societally expected and gets told "your life is enough"??

Adachi and himself

Adachi thinks he's unremarkable. And is shown repeatedly NO. I see you. I see your bed head. I see you helping others. I see you holding the door. I 👁️see 👁️you.

Adachi thinks he is a coward . And yet, you see him slowly try things out of his comfort zone, strengthening the connections that were already there but that he did not see, because he did not notice people wanted that with him.You see him always, always, stand up and at least TRY to say things when it’s important.

Adachi assumes what others think. And the magic shows him that, most (all) the time what he fears other think is much worse than reality.

And what he accepts by the end is that, he

doesn't need.

The magic.✨

He will get it wrong. But all he needs to do, to know others feelings, is to express his own, and to ask.

IN SHORT

12/10 Drama.

I love everything. The narrative tone of the show, Adachi's inner voice, as the default state of this man is

Has 0 idea of what's happening 100% of the time and he's honestly so real for that.

Insane acting from every cast member and especially Machida Keita (Kurosawa) who manages to, during heart-wrenching moments look like he's physically in pain and it has me in a chokehold.

This is a drama that parades as "hah hah silly little show, there's magic" and then hits you on the head with a baseball bat.

Also the virgin thing is not made fun of. It's just, in the words of this cool presentation "it's literally just the reason he has magic."

All I have left to say is... watch Cherry Magic and get your serotonin back.

🌸✨

#THERE #i got it all out of my brain #cherry magic #cherry maho #cherry magic! thirty years of virginity can make you a wizard?!#aome if these i had already written in an older post but it frustratwd me to no end because I had so much more to say so.#it was the time

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uefb · 1 year

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Chapter 13 of With It’s Head Under One Wing is up today.

In which Tina needs Newt to work with Achilles on an unexpected adventure, UE finally ties the plot together, and Tina’s birthday getaway is delayed. Not exactly the reunion they were hoping for!

Excerpt

After an hour in a protected Floo call with the Chicago field office, an hour planning with her own Investigative Team, and then an unfortunate update from the Midwest office at 10:30 (one of the No-maj’s they’d recovered during the investigation had regrettably succumbed to his injuries at the DuSable-Fontaine Magical Hospital minutes prior), Tina inevitably sent for Newt at 10:35.

However, when she did so, she certainly hadn’t expected to hear her own voice issuing from her patronus in the unused conference room right around the corner from her office…

She scrambled from her desk, dashed down the hall, and stuck her head through the door, only for her mouth to fall open when she found both Newt Scamander and Achilles Tolliver lingering beside a malfunctioning enchanted chalkboard (which had, apparently, unintentionally been doodling its own interpretation of their conversation all over itself as they talked, though its illustrations were utterly incomprehensible—she’d have to have Wanda call for Maintenance before next Case Review). Newt stood awkwardly to the side—hands jammed deep into his pockets with his suitcase slung across him like a soldier's satchel, an old canvas strap fraying at the attachment points—while Achilles Tolliver leaned against the wall nearby, arms crossed tight.

She felt her eyebrows shoot up as both men whipped around in surprise when she cleared her throat.

“What exactly is going on here?”

Newt’s expression momentarily approximated a fish out of water before he and Achilles glanced at one another and answered simultaneously:

“Catching up.”

Tina tilted her head to the side and blinked, before repeating inquiringly:

“Catching up?”

Silence.

“Excuse my disbelief, gentlemen, but the last time you two ‘caught up,’ you —”

She pointed at Newt.

“—were inviting him into the case to meet your ‘perfectly tame nundu’—”

Newt had the good grace to look mildly sheepish.

“And you —”

She turned to Achilles.

“—had declared him a bumbling idiot and — I quote — a ‘bonafide menace to society’.”

They both stared at her until Achilles glanced at Newt again—who offered him absolutely no encouragement in return—clearly fishing for something to say, until he eventually placated with:

“Okay, but it wasn’t all that bad now, was it? I mean, it had been a stressful day for all of us, what with Scamander Jr.’s training getting interrupted by that raid.”

Tina crossed the room and pulled out a chair at the conference table, settling into it primly. “By the end of the day, I’d had to talk you both out of misdemeanors and Newt had a new mark in his immigration file for your black eye—”

“How many times must I tell you it was the demiguise,” Newt muttered, and Achilles rolled his eyes before catching himself and straightening his back, pointedly putting on an air of faux professionalism. “I don’t make a habit of hitting people, you see. The poor thing was frightened.”

“Okay, listen,” Tina redirected. “Whatever. I don’t care. But…”

Newt had set his case down on the table and was busying himself tucking something—entirely unsubtly—into one of the internal pockets as he waited for her to continue. After a moment, he reached in up to his shoulder only to reemerge with Pickett clinging to one finger. Meanwhile, Achilles had taken a seat himself and begun to precisely roll a cigarette on the polished table, so she folded her hands in front of her and continued.

“Look, I need you both today, so if you could get over whatever personal and communication differences—or whatever this is—that make being in the same room as you borderline intolerable—” x

#I’m alive #my stuff #fic: with its head under one wing #newt scamander #tina goldstein #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fantastic beasts fanfic #autistic newt scamander #jewish tina goldstein #achilles tolliver #etc etc

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yessu · 10 months

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I’m going to lose my mind. Our water heater blew a fuse and it has taken a fucking Month to get it addressed. We started getting a burning smell on the 22nd of OCTOBER, didn’t have someone come check it out until the 26th, it was marked Completed on the little hub website with nothing done. Didnt get to go by the office until Halloween and when I asked the office about it the manager there said, quote, “He probably stuck his head in the door, didn’t smell it, and left” and giving me that aggressive smile like it’s My Fault he didn’t even try to work on it. No note or nothing. Told me I had to submit another request with more detail and say SPECIFICALLY it had to be in use. So I Did. Within ten minutes of leaving. ON HALLOWEEN. AND WE HEARD NOTHING SINCE.

So I kept losing the opportunity to go by the office again during their open hours/when someone is actually there and when I tried today there was a sign saying office is Appointment Only now and to send an email. So I Fucking Do. I tell them we’ve been without hot water for a goddamn month now because it’s an active fire hazard, how nobody did their job, and paste the whole maintenance request Again. And what do you know I get a call almost immediately!!!!

The maintenance guy calling also tried to tell me “water heater and a burning smell are two different things”. I told him No. The Water Heater IS The Burning Smell. and he comes by immediately and it takes him not even 5 minutes to figure it out. Literally what the fuck happened here :)

#yessutext

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galaxiepoupeafropuff · 2 years

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"Mama didn't raise no impolite witch" Vincent Griffith Fanfic Ep 1

Mélisse

The rush had simmered down about an hour ago. I skimmed through the last batch of orders from my desk at the soap shop, the amber lights attuned to the rainy day we were having in New Orleans today. On the radio, a potpourri of Haitian music from the sixties played in rotation bringing me back to those joyous moments growing up with my parents, all of it a memory now with a sour twist.

The room smelled sweet, of cracked stems, and wild herbs picked from our garden outback. I carefully placed a rosemary leaf on the brown wax paper enveloping the order of soaps a client bought online earlier, and tied a string around it with my business card and a coupon which all were inscribed with the same cursive letters spelling Jardin de Mélisse.

A knock at the door brought me to a halt. Standing at the door was Simoli, my cousin, who's been helping me run things around ever since he decided to stay in the states permanently. " Sa pou m fè avè w? What am I supposed to do with you?"

I rolled my eyes and tcheupsed, resuming the monotonous cycle I've been repeating for the three hours since we opened. I placed a series of glass bottles from my hibiscus and okra hairline into a shipping box and stuffed it with bubble wraps. Thank you note, close, tape, and repeat.

"I'm almost done"

" Yeah you said that about an hour ago when there was still a line at the register"

I looked up at him, his face seemed refreshed, despite the long hours we've been pulling. He's wearing a coca cola red t-shirt, jeans and leather flip flops, his hair a tapered fro around his scalp. I think the change of pace and environment has been good for him. My shoulders relaxed a bit. The scissors in my hands suddenly weighed heavy, the piece of lavender between my fingers limp and awkward. I've been stuck in this room for far too long, my eyes were so adjusted to the darkness I could feel them disappearing into their own sockets, I needed a change of pace.

" Fine" I slammed the metal scissors on the wooden desk. " i'm gonna go get lunch" i said, rising from my seat and scanning the room for my belongings. Wallet, umbrella. It was impossible for me to find anything in there, with all the pillows, the tapes, the boxes and endless inventory on the floor. The place was a fucking pig sty. I needed some fresh air, that's for certain. I scratched my head, gathering my things as I went and fighting Simoli's scrutinizing stare while he watched me rummage through my life like a raccoon digging through a pile of trash in the quarter. If he had any judgments, he said nothing.

I threw my jean jacket on, and smoothed my hand over my tapered dress " do you wanna come with?"

He snorted, as if I had insulted him, then threw his hand up " Mélisse, I got it from here, go". He shooed me away with a gesture of his hands, from the office, to the main floor of the shop. I stopped at one of the vintage mirrors on the wall, a fascinating relic i bought at a yard sale over two years ago, and was frightened by what i'd seen " jesus fucking christ" i muttered, digging through my bag for some lip balm. I glided it over my big lips, smoothing the layer of cracked skin that had been there before. I was immediately invaded with the scent of brown sugar and anise. Another one of my creations, not yet on sale anywhere, I was still doing a trial run on the product and was clearly failing. I sighed deeply. Simoli leaned on the counter, resting his chin in his palms

" The AC company called. They wanna know if they can come in monday and take a look at the unit"

I fiddled with my keys " Did they send you a price quote yet? "

" Well, technically they have to come in and see what's wrong with it before we know how much all of this is going to cost"

I exhaled " i uh, i don't know, let me think on it i'll get back to you"

" Before monday" Simoli supplied, not a request, but a statement.

I nodded. My stomach rumbled. " Do you want me to get you anything?" I interjected, moving the conversation towards something more fun, because all this AC stuff was making me anxious. I couldn't afford it, but I didn't know how to say it without causing my cousin to freak out. We were already behind on rent. The last thing I needed was for the two of us to pace around this place like anxious chickens. Leave it all to me to worry and figure out a way, Simoli deserved to just relax for a little while and not have to dive head deep into the travesty that was "the american dream"

The boy flipped through pages of a messy white binder absentmindedly " No"

I cocked my head to one side " Here i was thinking i was the only workaholic around here"

His light brown eyes shot back at me, from this angle I could see how grandma's features have carved his cheeks, his forehead and fierce glare to be like hers. He sneered " Ou toujou ap pale kaka ou menm, you' re always talking shit"

After agreeing on a meal for him, I walked out of the store, umbrella in hand, dodging the disgusting sewer water flooding the streets and made my way to Rousseau's. Not necessarily the idea of fresh air i had in mind but oh well. The small bar was situated in an old townhouse, with shuttle doors and peeling paint, identical to quite a few buildings here in New Orleans. A slow trepidation of old times amid the rise of modern, more expensive new developments. My sandals clattered on the wooden floor, the sight of dead leaves and debris clinging to my soles and feet, causing me to frown. I shook the water off from my umbrella and took a seat at the bar, on one of the stools that was designed far too small for people with big butts and thighs like mine. After a few trials and errors I finally felt comfortable enough to rest my bag on the metal hook beneath the bar. I pulled my now wet and frizzy orange coils on top of my head, tying them and fluffling the ends into a pineapple bun.

A white man with blue eyes and an irish accent strolled through the swinging doors, noticed me and brought over a menu. " How ye doing? can i get you anything?"

I ordered an IPA while I read through the small menu he had handed me. People sat in groups, some alone, all around me the room boiled with small chatter, rocks glasses knocking over wood, forks clicking and salt shakers clattering against beer bottles, hot sauce and so on. On my left was a mail lady, having a small cup of coffee and reading a newspaper, on my right was an old man slurping on a bowl of chicken soup, on a stool a few feet from him was another man, this one i had seen before, of about 6 feet tall, with umber skin and a bird tattoo clawing at his skin , having a bourbon, a small plate of french fries in front of him.

The bartender slid a coaster in front of me and handed me my beer. The handsome man with the claw tattoo coaxed a book over his face. I can recognize a cover of Marcel Proust anywhere. He read with laser interest, his index finger bejeweled by a plain silver band, tracing his lips.

" Miss…"

" Yes" I blinked, " sorry long day" I laughed. When he didn't smile back, i cleared my throat and proceeded to say " i'll have a jambalaya to go, and uh " tapping my fingers against the hard menu cover, i quickly inspected the appetizer list "the pulled pork natchitoches and a small soup for here"

He nodded, his expression solemn and bored as he took the menu back and shoved it inside an obscure shelf behind him. "Cash or card? "

" Card" i thrusted the blue card in his hand

" you want to keep the tab open?"

My eyes shifted to the man again, this time he was brushing his beard, his eyes still glued to the pages of the book. I must've been staring a little too intensely because suddenly his brows knotted and his round eyes, two pools of deep brown, shaped so sensually looked back at me. My heart thudded. The bartender noticed, shifted his body to the left side of the room. I squeezed by glass, letting the chillness kiss my fingertips " No i'll close out"

The bartender pursed his lips and nodded

" very well then"

I sipped on the orange brew in my glass, letting the tangy flavor flood my taste buds and slowly closed my eyes. Everything else around me, the pressure at the store, Simoli, the people inside the bar faded into the background.

Vincent

" People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad. "

I stumbled upon this quote at some point while reading a shriveled copy of The captive/ the fugitive which i found at the clearance section of my local bookstore earlier this week. I haven't sat down and read for pleasure in a long time— not since college which felt like ages ago— A capsule in time where i was young, an eager witch, stupid and burning with love for Eva. There was a time where i would hear that name and would automatically feel the pull of guilt, the hollowness of losing someone, by my own volition, my own ambition creeping up inside my chest, sinking me away from this reality into one where Eva's ghost was seeking vengeance for my wrong doings.

That feeling is dead now, my love for the woman dead with it. The only thing left is the empty space that once blossomed—Healed shut—-At least i was trying to heal. Camille had put me in touch with a friend from school who ran her own practrice now. For the last two years since the Mikealsons been gone and Marcel took over as king, i've been sneaking weekly sessions with Judith on the other side of town, trying to unpack all the shit that went down. She's suggesting medication for the insomnia and nightmares, but i'm not gonna lie, i am a bit apprehensive. I wish Camille was still with us to discuss this with, i wish my friend was still here in general to breath in the peace we've been fighting so hard for, i miss her smile.

I wetted my tongue with some of the bourbon in my glass, now watered down. I signaled to Declan to spin me another round and went back to reading my book, hunting the wisdom the renowned author penned centuries ago, when suddenly i felt a prickle at the back of my neck, the knowing sense that someone's attention was on me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and raised my eyes. I noticed a woman sitting at the other end of the bar watching me. Instictvely her gaze veered towards the content in her glass, downing it halfway like a pro, then rested it on the coaster in front of her. There was a particular nervousness about her that didn't quite travel to her round face. Her cheekbones glistened not from sweat, but rather from the products she used to maintain her appearance— she looked like she really took care of herself. Her skin was deep as a harvest moon night, as if calla lillies themselves lived beneath it. Her hair was dyed serpia orange, fixed on top of her head in a way that complimented her features.

She was striking. Was she a witch??? I don't think i've ever seen her around here before. With the new leadership and reforms i've implemented as regeant, i wouldn't be surprised if news traveled to neighboring states and was bringing outside witches into our walls. A weird sensation sliced through my chest, and managed to somewhat buzz around my shoulders and legs. I inhaled, exhaled, i needed to get my shit together. With this new awareness therapy had provided me with, it was hard at times to know if the sensations living in my body was weariness or something else—A warning or excitement? —The alertness of a Tremé witch or the fragility of a damaged man. I hung back, balancing this particular dilemma in my head while playing with my beard as though all the answers were hidden inside it. As tempting as this new witch was, i didn't necessarily think introducing myself to this new comer was a good idea. I felt no urge to interrupt her lunch break, god knows this is the last thing any woman needs right now.

Declan rattled the silver shaker in one hand while pouring a golden brown liquid—my drink— into a clean glass.

For the next hour, i've given up on trying to understand pretentious literature. Leave it to some old white man to throw a pile of random shit on the wall that barely make sense, and watch the world revere him as a literary genius. This shit can get exhausting. So i scrolled through facebook instead, when that wasn't enough, i cleared Freya's emails and text messages from my screen. The apologies were getting redundant. I didn't have anymore space for anymore Mikealson guilt, not now, not in the near future. She fucked up and put a teenager's life in jeopardy and now Davina is dead. This is her burden to carry, her shame to live with. I'm done being the errand boy, the witch for hire, the punching bag and everything in between.

Once the woman finished her meal, Declan came back with an order neatly wrapped in a plastic bag and handed it to her. She gathered her things, thanked him, and put back a pocket size book she was reading earlier into her burgundy bag, then her notebook, her headphones. Not once had she turned to look at me since i caught her in the act. The haste in her movements made me rethink a last minute introduction over. Keep it cool, maintain good distance, there couldnt possibly be any harm in doing so right? but before i could make up my mind and muster the courage, she was already charging for the door, belongings in hand, her large hips swaying from here to there rythmically. The gold anklets she stacked around her ankles came to view. My gaze lingered in the poetry that was her curves, my throat felt tight and dry. I snapped myself out of it, averting my attention to the ceiling fan instead. My mama didnt raise no impolite witch. I shifted in my seat, cleared my throat and made sure no one else had caught me looking—-no, lusting over this beautiful stranger. I had a reputation to uphold, that is of a widower, a regeant who wielded strong power, a leader of his community. Do leaders not allow themselves the distraction of entertaining the pleasures of the flesh? Can good leadership coexist with the simplicity of desire?

When her hands pressed against the dusty shuttles and disappeared behind it, i mumbled a silent prayer, ever so intimate to the universe, to let me see her again.

Photo credit: Dorcas E Jacob on Pinterest

#black writers #tvd fandom #fanfic #vincent griffith #vincentgriffithfanfic #the originals #black tumblr #writblr #fanfiction #the originals fanfiction #the originals fandom #black witch

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navxry · 11 months

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Mirko had a few things in his list.

Ever since he found that page, he was scouring around to see if there are more clues. Navina was messy with their office (he would know, since he was associated with them), but there was one thing he could say that was their skill.

If there were information they kept, they had it hidden very well.

Still, he was a stubborn man. He already got one piece of what they kept, and clearly, it was something that would prove very useful should he ask them when they return home.

…

At least, he had simply hoped they would.

For now, he needed to track down the other half, and with what he got from yesterday... He had an idea.

And so, he decided to look for answers at the deeper parts of the domain.

Let's see if you're hiding something here.

October 16, 20XX

Someone new came to the domain today, and a friend of yours returned.

Yes, it was her. The one you said, and I quote, "that had been blessed by the Geo Archon". And clearly, she's been doing well enough ever since that happened.

You didn't sent her that letter, did you? Were you hiding the truth from your closest compatriots?

Nevertheless, I think you know who came. Fifi and Meirin were the only people that stuck by, alongside that... Khaenri'ahn.

...

Your records spoke of these individuals, but not once do I see you write anything of their personal background. Just your time with them and observations alone.

What are you planning, Navina? Rather, what is your goal? Do you fear that they'd forget you?

You and I know that they wouldn't. That [ she ] wouldn't tamper with their heads. But if you are making these records...

...

I suppose it's not my business to pry. I'm not supposed to know any of this, anyway.

That's what you'd always tell me, after all.

#👁️ | 🃏�� speaks #👁️ | new case: disappearance of marise #👁️ | documentation: drabbles #👁️ | case study of: 'mirko'

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d-trashbandicoot · 1 year

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Turning Point?

2023 June 16th Friday 07:07

I've lost count how many times I've said that now. Will this time be any different. I hear the birds outside. Wish I knew what they were singing about.

The decision has been made. We're moving to Glasgow, for better or worse. I thought I had it all figured out. Who needs doctors and psychologists when you have old mother earth and her gifts of ganja, and other substances which most people would describe as drugs. Things that bring you closer to the universe.

It all makes sense, i see it now. I've been seeing it every time I smoke since my DMT trip. But today I doubt. What if I'm wrong, what if I'm lieing to myself. (Is that how you spell it?! Am I that dumb that I can't even write basic English).

Am I just caught in a spiraling delusion.

My friend passed me a copy of an interesting book (An understatement). Madness, A bipolar life by Marya Hornbacher. From page 1 the words resonate as if coming from my own mind, exaggerated by my "overactive imagination". (A direct quote from one of my shitty past therapists)

But yet it's all too familiar, not as chaotic but the feelings. After all she talks of type 1 , whilst I'm type 2, then there's other factors like time, location and family composition. But the feelings, the intricate prose of the pleasures of blood, the energy from drugs. Details as specific as the water bottle filled with vodka in the school bag. And the confusion, the constant misdirection, so long before the cause was even considered. A story all too familiar.

But it's given me strength in part. I never had a singular drive. I guess that's a product of the you can achieve anything school philosophy. All the possibilities laid out in front of you. But so many are fun. How is one supposed to choose and stick to one for life. It seems a waste, and somehow I got stuck doing nothing. But I'll keep trying.

Is a delusion bad if it's intention is to make you better?

A coping mechanism for self recovery.

I don't know.

I'll find out. I just gotta keep up.

Keep up the camera. Take those photos and videos, Edit, write, produce. Just fucking create. I'm tired of hiding, toning it all down for the benefit of society.

Fuck.

Them.

All.

I'm fucked in the head, why should I try to make anyone believe otherwise. I'm vibing, I'm connected with nature, I baked bread the other day. When was the last time any of those fuckers committed half a day just to appreciate fresh bread or got lost in the clouds to simply exist in the moment. They tease and show you all the opportunities, but as soon as you're different, as soon as you can't be molded or plied into their frames they let you get lost in the current. You slowly drift away and fade out of existence.

But there's hope; I want to believe that and based on the past I've made great steps. We are diagnosed, we are off the island and we are not mindless drones chained to an office desk. I go with the flow and consider the consequences (Or at least try). After all, they did say you can do anything you want, why shouldn't I try to do it all.

#teacigsandcuts

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mageiathea · 2 years

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Oh look I wrote more fic:

Josh loved being First Gentleman. He had almost all of the power of the Presidency, and he rarely had to be nice to anyone. Being nice, personable and inspiring was Sam’s job. Josh’s job was to browbeat everyone into submission; a job he was very, very good at, especially since he could be as ruthless as he wanted to be.

Thus, Josh was meeting with the Secretary of Labor and yelling at her about minimum wage.

“I don’t care how hard it’s going to be,” Josh said, voice loud and filled with irritation, “we’re serious about a yearly minimum wage increase. Now get with your people and figure out some legislation that will make it happen. I already have sponsors waiting in the House and Senate, so quit dragging your feet.”

“Sir, we have to be very-”

“What part of shut up and get it done don’t you understand?”

“Yes, sir, thank you sir,” replied the Secretary, and she left Josh’s office a little quicker than was polite.

Josh leaned back in his chair and sighed. Normally he wouldn’t get this annoyed about someone not doing what he wanted them to do, but this week Josh had been especially stressed out.

Suddenly the door between his office and the Oval Office next door opened, and Sam stuck his head in. “Let me guess, Blake wasn’t especially accommodating on minimum wage.”

“Sorry for being too loud,” Josh said apologetically as Sam came all the way in and shut the door behind him.

“Actually that was my fault, I left my door open. Possibly on purpose.”

“Why’s that?”

Sam crossed his arms as he leaned against the door. “I wanted an excuse to see you in case I was about to bite someone’s head off while in a lively and spirited discussion about East Asian textiles.”

Josh raised his eyebrows. “Were you?”

“I was about to bomb every sweatshop in China.”

“Please tell me you’re not still upset about Foley’s anti-gay marriage bill.”

“He’s introducing it today.”

“You know no one is taking it seriously.”

“Maybe we should introduce an anti-straight marriage bill, see how he likes it. I’ll even write a speech about how unnatural it is, and throw in some biblical quotes. I’m sure I could find some.”

Josh frowned. Sam only got like this when he was really upset about something. “Listen, why don’t I take the rest of your meetings today and you work on the minimum wage speech.”

Sam shook his head. “I’ll be fine, I just needed to vent a little, that’s all.”

“You sure? I’ll be glad to rip into some East Asian textiles.”

Finally that got a smile. “Thanks though, I better get back in there before they declare me AWOL and send in the secret service.”

“All right, then.”

After Sam left, Josh got up and opened his door to the Oval Office and stood next to the other door, listening to the muffled voices. Just as he was about to leave he heard Sam yelling “Why don’t we just ban clothes from China instead!”

Josh let out a sigh. He hadn’t seen Sam this pissed off in a long time. He went back to his office, closing the door this time, and turned on his TV to C-SPAN. Suddenly there he was, speaking on the House floor, Congressman Foley in all his bigoted glory.

There was a loud snapping sound, and Josh looked down to see that he had broken the pen he was holding.

“That’s it, this guy’s had it.”

#the west wing #fanfic #to be continued when I finish writing it

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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years

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break up in a small town (jake “hangman” seresin)

a/n: no one talked me into doing this, my undiagnosed adhd hyperfocused and produced this. i’m gonna write what is a sequel to memory i don’t mess with and this is the prequel in a sense, but you should definitely read that one first if you haven’t read it yet. sets the tone and context and such

mildly inspired by sam hunt’s “break up in a small town”

memory i don’t mess with | when i get where i’m going

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: break-ups, slight angst, brief mention of terminal illness, she a shortie, i still don’t know how the military works, i included a lizzy mcalpine quote courtesy of my friend but i’m not telling you who it applies to you have to guess,

word count: 1,211

“and the funny thing is I would’ve married you/if you had stuck around”-lizzy mcalpine, doomsday

Jake loved his little town, he did. He couldn’t even leave his house without the ghost of his past haunting him, memories floating in his peripheral. He was tired of the looks from his friends, the people in town, even neighbors he’d never spoken to since news of your breakup had hit the masses. Everyone had said that it was the two of you till the end of time. And for a while he had agreed, kissed your temple, and talk about how he couldn’t wait to marry you someday. But Jake hadn’t been the one to make the decision to end it had he? Never mind all that though, he wasn't going to waste an unnecessary second thinking about the break-up or how much it had hurt. He wouldn’t think about how angry he was that you had thrown away the relationship before it ever really had a chance, how terrified he was for the day he’d see you again. Terrified he’d leave for the Navy and never see you again. What Jake didn’t expect to hear about was you moving on so quickly. He had thought, assumed, that your relationship had meant more. It had to him. You were his forever and the only girl he considered marriage for. He wouldn’t admit or think about how much his heart broke when he got those all knowing looks from his sister or heard whispers of your new flame in town. He was torn and conflicted and so he settled on not thinking about it all, making the most of his last few weeks at home before leaving for basic training.

Jake couldn’t forget the night it had all ended though, the memory replaying everyday in the back of his head, meticulously picking apart the fight and your relationship for a decision, a choice, a sentence, a word that could have changed the outcome. But you’d made the choice and he couldn’t change your mind. You had stood firm in what you wanted and what the future held for the two of you.

He couldn’t understand why you were upset. He’d enlisted in the Navy just a few days prior, was in the process of going through all of his tests, and after passing them, he’d wait and then get his basic training placement. This wasn’t news to you, all things the two of you had discussed before he’d ever even sent in his papers. But you’d mumbled about seeing Mrs. Thompson, the widow of a Navy officer, in town today, had had dinner with the woman, and were now in some kind of freak-out about him enlisting in the Navy. The two of you had been arguing, but there’d been a pause as the anger seemed to run out of you. You slumped down at a chair at your kitchen counter and Jake followed suit. His hand reached out for you, placing it on your thigh as you held your head in your hands. He shifted some your hair so it was no longer covering your face as he realized you were crying. “Baby, I don’t understand what’s happening.” He whispered, rubbing a thumb across your thigh.

“Jake, I can’t-” He visibly saw the words get trapped in your throat and his heart sank. He knew where this conversation was going. You stayed silent for a few more moments, clearly trying to formulate a sentence around the tears. He’d give you all the time you needed if it meant you would stay. “I’m so scared you’re going to leave and not come back. And I- I’m just supposed to wait here in this stupid town not knowing when or if I’ll see you again?” Jake desperately yearned to take you in his arms, hold you close, let you know that it was all going to be okay.

“Sweetheart, we’ve talked about this. When I leave for basic, I’ll see you afterwards. Once I get my deployment orders, we’ll know more. You’ll be in school, working towards your degree okay? We’re gonna figure it out together.”

“I’m not going.” You muttered. He froze. What? “Mom’s getting too sick, someone needs to stay here and look after Tyler and the business.” He didn’t know that. Why hadn’t you told him that? “Called the school yesterday and officially changed my enrollment notice.” A heavy silence hung in the dim room as he took in the news. You weren’t going to college. Passed up on something that had been your dream to look after your family and here Jake was, getting ready to leave you alone to wherever the Navy would send him. “Jake, it’s not- not just the long distance.”

“Baby, what are you saying?” He knew exactly what you were saying.

“Okay, so we go through basic. And then deployment. And then what? Jake I can’t handle knowing every time you leave me it may be the last time I see you. After losing my Dad, I will not lose you too.”

“Baby, you aren’t gonna lose me.”

“You can’t guarantee that! Jake, you can not guarantee that wherever the Navy sends you isn’t gonna cost you your life!” He swallows. You weren’t wrong.

“I’m gonna do my very best to come home to you baby, I promise. I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“And I’m supposed to sit here, taking care of my baby brother and dying mother, living everyday in fear and anxiety that the next time my phone rings it’s gonna be some Navy officer to tell me my boyfriend is dead? No thanks, Jake. That is an awful way to live and I can’t - won’t - live like that.” His heart pounded in his chest, mind reeling as he took in the severity and sincerity of the words. He knew what was about to happen. “It’s better if we end it now. I’d rather lose you like this, where I get to say goodbye, than lose you like that.”

“Baby, please don’t this, we’ll figure something out I promise, please just don’t-” Jake was desperate, tears of his own starting to form.

“My decision’s been made. You're not changing my mind.”

“But I love you.” He whispered, voice cracking. His head bowed, body shaking with silent tears.

“And I love you.” His heart held out a dangerous flame of hope. “But I can’t force myself to live like that.” The flame of hope extinguished painfully in his heart. “I love you enough to let you go.” He took a deep breath and then stood up from the table, wondering if he should say anything. But you wouldn’t look at him and you were right, your decision had been made. He walked out of your house, shutting the door behind him for the last time, missing the way you whispered goodbye. He slid into his truck, breath catching in his throat. He drove down the gravel road, trying not to think about what he was leaving behind, focusing on ignoring every part of his body that was screaming at him to go back, fix this, don’t let her leave.

He loved her, but he would have to love her enough to let her go.

#jake hangman seresin #jake hangman seresin fic #jake hangman seresin fics #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin imagines #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fic

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dazenightmare · 4 years

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I really just want to make a grocery store AU but all I have worked out is:

George as security cam boy that sleeps and only seems to wake up when something interesting is happening

SBI taking over the deli section, with Techno handling the meats, Phil making the food, Tommy serving people at the counter, and Wilbur who does literally nothing but just vibe and talk and nobody knows how he’s managed to keep his job

Tubbo as the roller-blade help boy who has a headset and roller skates, and does whatever task needs to be done (mainly restocking shelves). He is summoned if his name is even uttered into the walkie-talkie system

Sapnap as security near the doors who flirts with timid cashier Karl and goofball janitor Quackity, and somehow gets in a relationship with them both

Dream as the manager who’s always doing paperwork in his office, but always knows exactly what is happening in his store and takes over the store’s intercoms if need be

Eret as the receptionist at the help desk who every customer loves

Niki as head baker with the help of Ranboo and sometimes Fundy (god help them when Fundy’s in the kitchen)

Fundy and Awesamdude as the dudes in the back of the store who’s always unloading the trucks and keeping everything organized in only a way they and Tubbo can understand. Trust them, Dream and Techno tried.

Purpled as a cashier who if is encountered with something without a tag, will just silently put it in the bag depending on what it is

And Schlatt as the drunkard who buys drinks from the store and is always entertaining when he comes in

And the only scenarios in this AU I’ve worked out so far is:

1. If aggravated at someone(s) who works on staff, Tubbo will just say into the talkie system they have five minutes. When that five minutes is up, Dream goes onto the intercoms and says “Attention all customers and staff, be cautious, as rollerblade-boy Tubbo is now hunting (insert name) for sport around the store. Stay clear if you hear shouting or screaming, and cover minor’s ears in case profanities are used. I repeat, Tubbo is hunting (insert name) for sport. Teens, I suggest you get your cameras out.”

And sometimes, about ten seconds later, he comes back on with, “ATTENTION STAFF MEMBERS, TUBBO HAS THE CELERY STICK, I REPEAT, TUBBO HAS THE CELERY STICK! IF YOU WANT TO LIVE ANOTHER DAY, DO NOT HELP (insert name) IN ANY WAY!” And all staff members are just filled with fear, because only they know how painful it is to get smacked by Tubbo with The Celery Stick

2. The first time Schlatt stumbled into the store, he was high off his ass, and just looked at Quackity and Tubbo who were talking nearby and decided mine, proceeding to pick them up like sacks of potatoes and running towards the doors like a madman while the two teens screamed. This event continued as such: Schlatt being chased around the store at first by only Sapnap, but gains more chasers the more departments they stop by. This ends with him being chased by Sapnap and Karl (for their boyfriend), SBI (for their adopted brother), and Sam (for his unofficial son). It only ends when Purpled drops down from the fucking ceiling to crash Schlatt into the ground yelling “BEDWARS!!”

3. Sometimes, an absolute Karen will just be yelling at a bored looking Purpled for how “disrespectful” he was being, demanding to speak to the manager. He tells them he should be here in five minutes, but then the Karen goes “you haven’t even contacted them! Contact them right now!” After this, Purpled just smiles bitterly at them before going on to the intercom, saying in the perfect customer’s service voice, and I quote, “Attention all shoppers, there is a Karen on Aisle Five. Please stay clear if you see an angry tall man in a green hoodie walking to said aisle. Don’t want anyone unsuspecting to die. Again, if you see an angry tall man in a green hoodie walking towards Aisle Five, stay out of his path. Fellow teens, I suggest you get your cameras out.”

The Karens never come back to the store after listening to an angry Dream teach them common manners while a handful of youth were recording the interaction from a safe distance

4. “Bakery. Cashiers. Deli department. Management. My older sibling used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace when Tubbo kept balance between the bakery staff, cashiers, deli department, and management staff. But that all changed when Tommy of the deli department attacked. Only Tubbo mastered all four departments. Only he could stop the ruthless staff of the deli department. But when the store needed him most, he called in sick. A hundred hours have passed and the deli department is nearing victory in the Helper War. Two minutes ago, my sister and her friend journeyed to the cash registers to help fight against the deli department, leaving me and me alone to look after the bakery. Some people believe that Tubbo may not return within the next week, and that chaos will reign until then. But I haven’t lost hope. I still believe that somehow, Tubbo will return to save the store.” -Ranboo, during the Helper War

5. For months Quackity held a grudge against George because he somehow got locked in the supplies closet and the only person that would notice was, you guessed it, the person manning the cameras. But of course, THAT MOTHERFUCKER STAYED ASLEEP, LEAVING QUACKITY STUCK IN THE GODDAMN CLOSET FOR NEARLY FIVE HOURS BEFORE ERET FOUND HIM BECAUSE THEY NEEDED A BROOM

6. One day, nobody noticed that Wilbur wasn’t in the deli department until the intercom clicked on, followed immediately by, “Hello shoppers and staff! Welcome to another episode of Why Haven’t I Been Fired Yet? I’m your host, Wilbur Soot of the deli department. Today, we’re going to fill the manager’s office with as much glitter as possible before he gets back from the local Taco Bell, when I will be inevitability killed. Teens, I suggest you get your cameras out, because today will be a fun episode.”

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endlessnightlock · 2 years

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I'm LOVING the Dunder-Mifflin Snow Paper Corporation drabbles! So, I have a request; if you should be so inspired, could you write up a scene with Seneca making/playing the Threat Level Midnight movie for the Office? I think that'd be HILARIOUS.

Thanks!

Dunder-Mifflin Snow Paper Corporation, Threat Level Midnight Premiere.

Written quickly so mind any errors. This takes place in season seven where Jam was together, so Everlark is also together. Enjoy!

Note- All the italicized quotes from The Office are courtesy of the fansite Dunderpedia!.

KPJPKPJPKPJP

The conference room buzzed with an air of excitement. Haymitch occupied his chair in the back of the room, crossword puzzle in one hand. His desk pod mate Effie had her knitting bag at her side and a bowl of popcorn in her lap. Even Toby was here, making one of his rare appearances from his HR desk back in the annex.

Finnick, however, was missing today, Katniss realized, as she took a mental head count of who was here and who wasn’t. Odd day for him not to show. Oh well, he must’ve had a beet-related emergency back at the farm. Or maybe Mose got stuck in the outhouse again.

“Is this seat taken?” Toby asked, stopping next to Katniss and gesturing to the empty chair beside her hopefully.

Poor Toby, he didn’t have any friends in the office while Seneca out and out hated him. Finnick, however, loved the guy.

“Sorry Toby, Peeta asked me to save this seat for him,” she said sympathetically, then glanced over her shoulder. “There are a few seats in the back next to Cato and Clove.”

Toby’s eyes scanned the room, ignoring her suggestion. She didn’t blame him. No one ever wanted to sit near those two. You were liable at any minute to hear screaming, crying, or heavy making out. “Ooop, Annie’s waving me over. Catch you later?”

Weird because Annie liked no one but her cats or sometimes Finnick

“Yeah maybe...”

Finnick made his way to the back of the room, and her Toby/Finnick line of thought was interrupted by Peeta dropping into the empty chair beside her. “Where have you been?” she asked.

“Getting snacks,” Peeta said, handing her a bag of french onion chips and a Coke from the vending machines.

Katniss took them gratefully. It had been hours since lunch. “You’re forgiven,” she said, popping a chip in her mouth.

“Consider it a public service. You know how my wife gets when she’s hangry. It is not pretty. Hey,” Peeta tried not to break when she shoved at his shoulder, “this is no laughing matter, Everdeen.”

It had been a while since Katniss had technically gone by Everdeen, but that was neither here nor there.

“Well you got here just in time. You almost missed the start of the movie,” she said. “And that would be tragic since you played such an important role in it, Goldenhair.”

"You’re just jealous he didn’t ask you to be the villain,” Peeta said, voice dropping off as Johanna trotted into the room with her big gulp. She flopped into the last empty seat next to Cinna, who politely deferred when she offered him her cup.

Seneca shut the door behind the last of the stragglers and flipped off the lights. “Welcome! What a proud moment. Not just for me, but all of us. After three years of writing, one year of shooting, four years of re-shooting and two years of editing, I have finally completed my movie, Threat Level: Midnight.”

Applause and genuine delight erupted in the room as the movie started. They laughed and cheered their way through Seneca’s theatrical release, starring himself as Seneca Brain, Finnick as his Butler, and the rest of them in varying sized roles.

Most of Katniss’s favorite scenes involved Peeta as Goldenhair.

The scene is inside a warehouse where Katniss sits beside Gale in a line-up of hostages.

“You have to let us go Goldenhair! We have families!”

“Ha! This is gonna show them,” Goldenhair cocks his golden gun, “that I mean business. See ya!” He says, pointing the gun to Toby the hostage’s head, shooting. Toby’s fake head, which looks like it’s made of paper mache, explodes, again and again to dramatic music playing in the background.

Inside the conference room, Seneca locks intense, crazy eyes with Toby. “By far and away, the most expensive shot in the movie. But, it was integral to the story.” He says pointedly.

“We’re all going to die. No one is coming!” Marvel shouts in the movie.

“Oh someone’s coming alright, the only man who would care,”

Goldenhair turns in his chair, holding a golden gun.

“Seneca Brian. See I’m gonna lure him here, then I kill everybody, then… I’m gonna dig up Brain’s dead wife, and I’m gonna hump her real good!”

Katniss couldn’t help giggling at Peeta as Goldenhair laughed manically on the television screen.

“Nice,” she teased Peeta, burying her face in his neck.

“You know I did not love the dialogue,” Peeta said, ignoring the way everyone else in the room was making disapproving sounds, as if he wrote the script himself. “Or the character. I took the role to impress a receptionist who will remain nameless.”

*A breakdown of who’s who in the Dunder-Mifflin Snow Paper Corp World.

Seneca Crane: Michael Scott

Katniss: Pam Beasley

Peeta: Jim Halpert

Cinna: Oscar

Johanna: Meredith

Finnick: Dwight and Toby (it’s complicated)

Haymitch: Stanley

Effie: Phyllis

Cato and Clove: Ryan and Kelly

#endlessnightlock writes #everlark drabble #dunder mifflin snow paper corporation #everlark fanfiction #katniss everdeen/peeta mellark #everlark as Jam

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thedancingnerdmermaid · 3 years

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Identity Crisis Pt 4

SHOW/CHARACTERS: Criminal Minds characters; Hotch x swat!fm!reader; SWAT characters

WARNINGS:18+ MINORS DBI, language, angst, violence, identity theft, threats against a child, usual CM case stuff, death penalty, death, fluff, kissing

Notes: Reader is essentially Hondo’s character on SWAT except female. Hondo doesn’t exist in this because Derek Morgan is still with BAU in this one. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THESE CHARACTERS

Part One Part Two Part Three

By late morning you all had figured out the this man was Kyle Marks, brother of Harvey Marks, a serial killer that the BAU had previously caught. He was sentenced to death. The sentence was carried out 3 days before you met in the coffee shop. That was the trigger. Hotch was the expert witness. Kyle blamed Hotch directly and vowed to destroy him in anyway he could. Kyle didn't have a current known address.

Garcia gasped getting everyone's attention. “Sir, he posted a rant online about how he hates the BAU, specifically you, for the death of his brother. He said, and I quote, 'Aaron Hotchner will know what it feels like to lose what he loves.'” Everyone on the BAU team shared sad looks to Hotch.

“He must be talking about Jack. I already lost Hayley. Y/L/N said he knew specifics about Jack and his school.” Hotch stated clearly trying to control his anger of his son being targeted. He stood and started walking towards his office.

Following him you called after him, “Hotch! Wait.”

He turned towards you. Anger falling slightly.

“I'm sorry. I wasn't sure the things he had told me were true or made up. He said he was a widower. That the Boston Reaper killed his wife. Was... was that true?” you asked cautiously.

“Yes. Yes it is.” He said quietly. He told you everything that happened; including that Jack was there at the time.

“Oh my god, Aaron! I'm so sorry you both have been through that.” You said with honesty while pulling him into a hug.

Hotch tensed at first then melted into the embraced and hugged you back tightly; both of your fighting back the tears.

“Oh uh sorry about that.” You said sniffling and pulling away.

“Don't be. Thank you. I think I needed that.” He said with a sad smile.

“Hey,” you said softly placing your hand on his shoulder, “anytime. Seriously.”

Suddenly, Jack burst out of Hotch's office.

“Daddy!” He shouted happily.

“Hey buddy!” Aaron scooped up his son into his arms hugging him tightly.

“Daddy, you're squeezing me too tight.” Jack giggled.

“Sorry little buddy. I just love your hugs.” Aaron responded.

Jack looked over his dad's shoulder and eyed you.

“Daddy, who is that?” Jack asked.

“This is Sergeant Y/F/N Y/L/N with DC SWAT. Her team is helping me out.” Aaron introduced you two.

“Hi, Jack. You can call me Y/F/N.” You stuck your hand out. He didn't take it. Instead Jack eyed you carefully with his adorable face squinting.

“Spiderman or Superman?” He asked tilting his head.

“Spiderman. Hands down. Although I'm more of Captain America girl myself.” You responded. Jack then grabbed your hand shook it with a smile. Then turned to his dad.

“She's good. And she's really pretty! Right, daddy??” Jack asked innocently.

Hotch was clearly not expecting that and shifted slightly “yes, yes she is.” You hoped your cheeks weren't showing the blush you felt.

“Thank you. Both of you.” You said with a wink in Aaron's direction clearly acting more bold than you really felt.

“Jack, you and Aunt Jess get to hang out here today.” Aaron said kneeled down eye level with his son.

“No school?” asked Jack hopefully.

“No school. I need your help working this case. I need you to draw up plans to catch the bad guy.” Hotch said seriously. “Think you could do that for me, buddy?”

“Yes, daddy! Aunt Jess! Come on! I gotta work the case!” Jack all but yelled as he ran back to Hotch's office and pulled out paper and colored pencils.

“Pretty great kid you have there, Hotch.” you said.

“Thank you. He's everything to me.” Hotch said with a smile while watching his son through the office window.

“As well he should be. Let's go catch this asshole.” You turned and headed back to the conference room.

Hotch followed behind but not before being caught by Rossi while staring at your ass.

Rossi simply smiled and gave him a “go get her” look.

Everyone was working together on a plan for your second 'date.' You were about to ask Hotch if he checked his own financials to see if there were any miscellaneous charges he did not authorize when your phone rang.

“Y/L/N” You answered

“Boss, I think he made us. He shook us and now we don't have a tail on him.” Deacon said.

“Damnit! Alright head to us at the BAU.” You got off the phone and looked up to see everyone looking at you expectantly.

“That was Deacon, one of my men tailing Marks, he thinks Marks made them. He shook his tail.” You said with a deep sigh looking directly at Hotch.

“Garcia, can you track the number he's been using to contact Y/N?” Hotch asked.

“Sir, normally I'd be uber offended that you even had to ask but sadly, it's a disposable cell and currently turned off.” Garcia quipped.

“Where and when is the date for tonight?” Morgan asked.

“Bistro L'Hermitage in Woodbridge. At 6:30pm.” You answered and reminded you to check in with Hotch. “Wait. Hotch, have you checked you financials yet to make sure he's not using your identity and credit too?”

“Good point. Let me make some calls.” Hotch stepped away from everyone to check.

At this point is was just you, Garcia, Morgan, JJ, and Street in the room.

“Okay, badass hottie. Spill.” Garcia said while all four were looking at you.

“Huh? What are talking about?” you asked with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Come on, mama. You and boss man keep casting glances at each other.” said Morgan.

“You two literally look like the heart eye emoji.” Street said in agreement.

“WHAT? No we do not.” Your voice got a little higher. “I'm just trying to help him out since ya know, his identity was stolen by some dumbass criminal hell bent on revenge???”

“Oh come on,” JJ spoke up, “you too would be great! You both understand crazy work schedules. You're both attractive. Jack seems to like you too. Don't think we didn't notice the boss man noticing that.”

“That's not all he noticed!” Morgan snorted.

“What are you on about now?” you scoffed.

“Rossi and I both saw him checking out your ass earlier.” He laughed.

“I'm so glad I didn't miss this.” Street laughed.

“Miss what?” Hotch asked while walking back into the conference room looking at his phone. He looked up to see all of you looking at him with big eyes.

“N...nothing. So all good?” You asked desperately trying to change topics.

“Everything seems fine. So at least he's not out ruining my credit.” He said with a sad smile.

The rest of the day was spent planning. The restaurant was contacted to put in extra reservations for the team to be there undercover as back up.

“Alright, let's go over this one more time.” Commander Hicks orders.

“Y/N is meeting Marks for the date at 6:30pm. Starting at 6:15pm, our undercovers will make their way in for their tables as back up. Luca, Street and Tan will be at a table near Y/N and Marks. Deacon and Captain Cortez will be at another table. My team will be in the surveillance van outside since he knows us from the arrest. When Y/N gives the code word, we move in fast and smooth.” Hotch stated.

“Y/N, you good?” Street asked noticing you were zoned out.

“Uh yeah sorry.” You lied.

“Y/N, I know that look. What is it?” Street questioned.

“I'm not sure. I just have this weird feeling about tonight. I can't really place it. I just feel... like something is wrong” you gave a tight lipped smile. “Whatever, let's just get this over with. I'm going to go change for my date.”

In the locker room you were slipping into a navy blue dress that fell just above the knee and was very form fitting. There wasn't a curve that it wasn't accentuating. You slipped on your heels and situated your gun and badge into your clutch bag and exited the room.

“Hey, Y/N, I just wanted to see if you were okay a....” Hotch stopped mid sentence when he finally looked up and saw you. He couldn't even try to hide his eyes as they trailed down your body. He blushed hard when he realized he was caught and cleared his throat.

“Uhhm I... you look stunning. Beautiful. I... I mean... Sorry....” He stumbled over his words. It was clear that he's not used to being nervous.

“You're sorry for saying I looked nice?” You giggled

He flashed a big smile that showed his dimples and he blushed. You had to mentally remind yourself not to just kiss him.

“No. Ugh. I'm sorry. I don't exactly know what the rules are when a gorgeous woman is about to go on a date with a dangerous UNSUB pretending to be me?” He let out a small laugh.

“Me either. This is all so strange but thank you for the compliment. I...” you were cut off by your Commander coming around the corner clearly not realizing he was interrupting.

“Alright let's head out.” Hicks ordered.

You chanced another look at Hotch as you turned to follow your commander only to see that Hotch was already looking at you. You smiled and he winked. Holy shit he should not be allowed to do that! Get your shit together Y/N! You mentally chastised yourself.

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lavynrose · 3 years

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- a oneshot for artem wing when he finally mustered up courage to ask out their s/o to hang out as friends (theme parks or just garden strolls, you can pick which type of place you want i won't mind!) to confess to them and when he confesses their s/o confesses at the same time too? and the s/o is kinda shy and awkward with him so he gets surprised and all flustered with them confessing at the same time?

(ackk this has been stuck in my head for a while, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes since english isn't my first language! i hope u have a great day!! :D <3)

- coomkie anon ♡

Artem Wing and his s/o confessing at the same time pt. 1

Title: Dedicated

Pairing/s: Artem Wing X Reader

Pronouns: Gender Neutral

Genre: Fluff

Warning/s: Grammatical errors probably

Notes: blushy artem is best artem, and we have celestine being the best wingwoman again

enjoy an amusement park date with Artem <3

Artem Wing is a dedicated man.

If it had been any other person, they would be home right now.

but not him.

Even now, as the looming hours of the night began to tick, he sits at his swivel chair, busied with the love of his life called paperwork.

"Aren't you overworking yourself?" He looked up from his papers to see Celestine waltzing inside his office with documents in hand.

The question should've made him stop and think to at least consider getting rest, but no, we're talking about Artem the workaholic here.

He has heard Celestine's question directed at him for the past few days, and from different people at that.

"Overworking means I have more time to double-check these documents," Artem said as he reached out for the folder that Celestine brought over, "Don't you think it's pretty convenient?"

"Artem," She started with concern in her blue-green eyes, "I know you're trying to distract yourself."

Artem was silent for a few moments before coughing, "Whatever do you mean? There's nothing I have to distract myself from." He said with complete calmness in his voice that he could even fool himself.

"You don't have to hide it, you know? I see the way you look at them," She smiled as she recalled the lingering stares and soft smiles setting display into Artem's face when he's around his colleague "The way you act around Y/N." she added with a hint of teasing.

The mention of your name seemed to short-circuit Artem's brain, Celestine took advantage of this with delight.

"Also... They've been getting friendly and close with that new employee.." She puts her hands on her chin, thinking.

Earlier today, she caught Artem's looks of distraught while his eyes were on you and the new guy. You were having a friendly conversation.

Too friendly.

After that, The youngest senior attorney even requested you to work with him at his desk, claiming that he, quote "needs to keep close tabs on the files that Y/N is handling." end quote.

but Celestine knew better.

Jealous is the only word that can describe how Artem was acting. She decided she will push his buttons tonight.

"Aren't you... threatened?" She beamed at him, waiting for his reaction.

"..."

"They've been on your mind lately, I reckon."

"..."

"They're getting closer with each other, don't you think?"

"..."

Hopeless. Celestine thought.

To say that she's frustrated with this whole situation surrounding the two of you is an understatement. Everyone in your circle clearly sees it - you and Artem like each other.

In the way he bought cake for the whole office that one afternoon the day after an episode of an office drama aired, or in the way that he went out of his way to take care of you in the hospital when you overworked yourself to sickness, or in the way you blushed around each other, the lingering touches, oh the lingering touches. It was all obvious.

The both of you spend your time together more than anyone else, everyone thinks your blooming affections were inevitable at this point. Solving controversial cases meant having the mental and emotional intimacy to get to know each other better compared to your average professional relationship.

You don't see each other as "working partners" anymore, it's clear that you guys want each other as a different kind of partner.

It was known to everyone except for the two of you, apparantly.

Celestine sighed before rummaging through the magazine shelf in the office, grinning when she found what she's looking for.

Artem shot her a look of suspicion. He has a bad feeling about this.

"There." She said with satisfaction before dropping the magazine into his desk.

The magazine lays there, with an eye-catching font and colorful cover page, Artem blushes as his eyes read, 100 cute date ideas...

Judging from the cover, the magazine might actually be useful when giving date suggestions. Under the big font however, there was a smaller text that read, Your significant other is waiting!

What is this...

"I'm sorry but I have work to finish." He tried his best to unsee what he just saw, and decided to turn his focus on the headache of workload in front of him instead.

Celestine raised her eyebrows at him with a frown, "Don't be stubborn now, I'm your boss, I'm giving you both a day-off tomorrow. I mean, you haven't used your day-off at all ever since you started working here. So please. " Her voice is laced with concern.

He looked away with a sentimental look in his eyes, "You don't have to do this for me. I'm fine with... Giving them affection without them realizing it."

Celestine just frowns deeper.

"Come on now Artem, doesn't it sound tempting to you?" She clasped her hands and continued a little too excitedly like a schoolgirl in love, "Having alone time with Y/N, finally asking them out on the date so the other guys threatening your future can back off."

It does sound tempting, Artem admits.

He looked away with reddened cheeks, "I'll think about it."

He doesn't need to look at Celestine to know she's sporting a big grin right now.

Later that night on his bed, his mind keeps flashing images of you. You, wearing a big, warm smile on your face. You, with your little mannerisms that he came to memorize from hours of being with you. Every little thing, every moment, as long as it's with you, he cherishes it.

Oops. The butterflies are starting.

He didn't mind.

You looked stunning today, but then again, he finds you stunning everyday.

When was I this cheesy? He thought to himself.

His thoughts kept racing with reveries about you when a new image interrupted every nice thought.

It was of you and the new employee laughing together.

He frowned and his stomach churns.

"Are they interested in each other?" He finds himself asking the wind. His mind was reeling.

He thinks about the time when he first heard you say that you were married to your work. Surely, you aren't interested in being in a relationship with some guy, right?

Right?

Groaning, he then realized that he needs to make a move now before it's too late.

To him, you're the loveliest person he's ever met, your kindness, your welcoming smile, the passion that you present when you're in the court, the way you always remain headstrong no matter how many people clash with you and try to break your principles.

The only one that occupies his heart, you.

Artem is sure he won't regret giving you his feelings, and eventually, reveal them.

He got up from his bed and sent a glare at the magazine that is now resting on the lamp table beside his bed, mocking him. He picked it up with less hesitation than before.

'What should I choose?' Artem asked himself before flipping the pages, a faint blush adorning his cheeks.

This is a big step for him, and he wants to make sure that he's going to do it right.

7:00am

You rubbed your eyes and stretched your limbs as the sunlight permeated through your bedroom window, the yellow glow giving you a peaceful feeling, a new day is about to start.

A new day without work at that.

You had been ecstatic when Celestine called you to inform you last night of your long awaited day-off, you smiled at the memory as you stand up to brush your teeth.

"You deserve it for all your hardwork!" Even through the phone, you heard the smile in her voice.

Soon, your thoughts drifted to a certain raven-haired man.

'How about Artem? I'm his assistant, does he get a day-off too?' You wondered as you finished washing your mouth, finally heading off to the kitchen to prepare for breakfast.

You were about to choose what to eat from the fridge when you hear a song play from your phone in your room.

You hurriedly went back as you recognized that ringtone - that ringtone you had set for a particular contact.

There on the screen, displays the name of the object of your affections.

Mr. Wing.

'Why is he calling this early? What could he possibly need?' you thought to yourself before pressing the green button.

"Good morning Artem, what is it?" you didn't even try to hide the happiness from your voice, Artem calling you this early doesn't happen often, after all.

"Good morning. Do you have plans for today?" His morning voice echoed through your ears. It was husky and rough, filling all of your senses.

Realizing that he just woke up, you can't help but blush at the thought of being the first person to talk to him today.

He thought of you first thing in the morning!

You tried to control the lingering heat in your face as you replied, "Uhm, yes uhh- none. I have no plans for today, Artem. I'll be thinking of what to do though. Why did you ask? " You hoped he didn't mind the sttuttering mess presented to him this early in the morning.

You wondered if there's an emergency case needed to be taken care of, he rarely ever calls outside of work.

Then again, you're always at work.

"That's good," the other line was silent for a bit. As your anticipation for his reply grew, he finally said, "A new amusement park is going be opened today. I heard they'll be having a fireworks display tonight to celebrate the opening."

You've heard about the said amusement park from your coworkers yesterday, you even heard that it was a project from PAX.

Marius' wealth truly knows no bounds, you thought.

Kiki even invited you to come with her this sunday, as it's the only freetime the both of you had before Celestine's sudden news of a day-off.

Is Artem coming there today? He doesn't seem like the type to go to amusement parks, but now you know that he likes them, or at least he didn't mind going, you added this info to your list of things about Artem that make you fall in love with him more and more. Because let's be honest, what's there not to like about the man?

He's handsome, sweet, a good cook, a senior attorney you can look up to, and he always makes sure to reassure you that you're doing well, that he's proud of you.

He cleared his throat, breaking you out of your thoughts, "Do you want to go there..." He paused, his nerves getting the better of him, unbeknownst to you, "With me? I have two tickets, and I wanted to invite a close friend. Is that alright with you? "

What?

'Is he asking me out on a date!?' you were practically screaming internally as you paced frantically in your room.

No. No way. This isn't a date. Not until he says so.

He said 'close friend' so you shouldn't overthink this. You were partners, after all!

At least you try to convince yourself.

"Of course Artem. I'm glad you invited me, I'm really happy." You weren't lying, his invite was the most unexpected thing that happened to you this week.

He hummed, "I'm happy, too. I'll be there at 2:30pm to fetch you, they'll open around 3pm. " He said in a gentle voice before hanging up.

You pumped your fist in the air. You have plenty of time to prepare.

2:30pm

Among all of the outfits that you could've worn today, you decided to wear a cute, beige, knitted sweater. A pair of faded ripped jeans, white sneakers, and a beanie to top it all off.

The amusement park being your destination, you decided to wear casual clothing since you'd be hopping on rides left and right.

You wouldn't want to wear a skirt just for it to blow on the wind while you're in the air, screaming for dear life.

Nope. You definitely don't want that.

You're now waiting outside your apartment after Artem sent you a text 5 minutes ago that he's on his way.

Your head is plagued with expectations on how this friendly date is going to go. You've never felt as giddy as this before.

It's understandable, right? The person you like asked you out to go with him to an amusement park - using his morning voice, nonetheless, so it wouldn't be strange for you to think that this is like an actual date.

You bonked yourself mentally.

You keep reminding yourself that it's just a friendly date. It's just a friendly date. You believe in the power of your mind, it's a friendly date. He even said so himself.

Artem's going to think you're weird. It's not like you're going to hold hands or anything...

Yet, you didn't even try to stop the daydream clouding your mind.

While you were busy indulging yourself in your fantasies, your eyes caught a familiar spot of black in the parking lot. Artem's car!

That's your cue. When his car stopped, you made your way over to him with a small smile on your face.

His black car opened, spilling out Artem clad in his casual clothing.

You scanned his appearance, taking in those breath-taking, familiar eyes. Taking in the beige, knitted sweater he's wearing, paired with slacks and black shoes.

Wait.

You did a double take- beige, knitted sweater?

You looked at his clothes, then looked down at your own, then back at his again.

Red and warmth crept up to your cheeks as realization hits you.

You kind of looked like a couple.

"What's wrong?" Artem inquired with concern as he stepped closer and reached out his hands to your flustered form.

He even placed his hand on your forehead to check your temperature.

Yes, you think you have a fever.

It's only when he got to take a good look at you when realization hits him the way it hit you.

He retreated his hand and looked away, face as warm as yours.

"Uhh..."

"..."

Why are you acting like a highschooler!? You're better than this, getting flustered just because you wore identical clothes.

With the person you like, you added.

The both of you stayed silent for a few seconds before you spoke up with a grin, thankful that the pink that dusted your cheeks is now cooling down a bit, "We should get going now."

You expected the ride to be as awkward as earlier, but to your relief, that wasn't the case at all.

Artem played the radio on your drive to the amusement park, and even asked you about how you're feeling lately and whatnot.

Honestly, with how he's always so concerned about your well-being, you're doomed to fall even harder.

"What are your favorite rides, Artem?" You decided to talk about something connected to where you're going to go.

"Hmm," as he hummed, you looked in front of the car to see the gates of the amusement park came into view. You can even see the familiar structure of a rollercoaster and a really grand ferris wheel turning slowly.

Majestic.

Is the motif for this amusement park golden!? The railings are shimmering with gold, some parts of the rides are adorned with gold, wherever you look, gold!

PAX outdid themselves with this one, definitely took "shining, shimmering, splendid" to a whole new level. Too much for the word grandeur, you think.

You can't even imagine how wide the place must be. You haven't even stepped foot inside, yet your eyes were oogling as some more rides were seen from outside the gates.

"We're here Artem! Look!" From your side, Artem turns to take a look from the road to the park, his eyes screaming nothing but amusement.

"It's beautiful," He breathed while you nodded furiously with agreement. He shot you a look, "I'm glad I get to spend my first time here with you." The softness is his eyes is blinding as you stared at him and processed his words.

"Me too..." you managed to choke out, turning away to hide your blush.

While you were taming your flushed cheeks, Artem had parked the car already.

He opened the doors for the both of you as he offered you his arm. Confusion takes over your features.

"So you wouldn't get lost, it's a big crowd out here, " He tilted his head to have a better look at your still sitting form inside the car, "Let's go?" He said with that gentle smile, as comforting as ever.

You stood up and linked your arm with his and suggested, "How about the bumpy car first?" excitement was evident in your voice.

He shook his head and chuckled, "Whatever you wish." He said as he locked the car doors with a click. You both headed to check in and do the formalities first. After all that, with a skip to your step, you pulled Artem to the bumpy car's ticket booth, and went inside.

You're elated.

"I can't believe the Artem Wing, the youngest senior attorney, is losing to me!" You sound hysterical as you bumped Artem's car with yours over and over, your bumpy car dominating his.

This is fun! Just minutes earlier, the atmosphere between you and Artem seemed a little tight because of the matching clothing incident. Just a little. However, the laughter of everyone playing in this space is infectious, it leaves you in a really good and playful mood.

It makes you feel like you were a kid again. You hope Artem feels the same.

Before playing, you made a bet with him earlier that whoever bumps the other the most, wins.

"Y/N. I think this car is defective." He said with a frown, his eyebrows furrowing as his hands tinker whatever there was in the steering wheel.

You looked over to him and replied, "We can switch cars, let me see." The two of you switched from each other's bumpy ride and you assessed the supposedly 'broken' car.

You realized he didn't push the right buttons to ride the bumper properly.

"Artem..." You looked at him blankly and said, "Have you ever been to bumpy cars before?"

He was silent before replying with darting eyes, "No, I haven't," He cleared his throat, "I have only been to the ferris wheel and escape rooms, I haven't been to bumpy rides before. Sorry."

You beamed at him.

"Don't be sorry!" You flail your arms to disagree, "There's nothing wrong with that. I'm actually happy that you allowed me to drag you here despite you not having played it before." You flashed him a thankful smile.

He looked a little surprised at first, but then that warm smile of his came back, "Thank you." You stared at each other's eyes for a few beats in time, his ocean eyes containing a sparkle you rarely see them hold. It looks so gentle, so welcoming.

So fond.

You stared at each other for a while, his deep eyes were enough to drown out the crowd. To drown out everything that existed but him.

Blinking, you snapped out of it to teach him how to drive the car.

The cars were booster types, different from the old models wherein you just turn the wheels and you'll be good. In this specific model, commands are needed to be performed in order for the car to execute it's special feature.

"You turn it like this..." Artem is a fast-learner, so the both you were back on track as soon as you guided him the directions.

In the end, you were tied, the bumper time limit resulting the draw.

"I'm definitely beating you next time!" you declared with a smug look, hands on your waist.

After the bumper, a receptionist from what seemed like a family raft ride made his way to invite the two of you.

"You guys look like you're having fun!" He then pointed at the paper he's holding and said with persuasion, "You're going to have even more fun here! The family raft ride is the only free ride we're offering in the park for it's first day, be sure not to miss out on this special bonus!" He then turned his heel to find more costumers.

You blinked, "Too bad we don't have extra clothes..." You hung your head low and you sighed as your mind thinks of a different ride to enjoy.

"Well, he did say it's a special bonus," Artem pondered, "They sell clothes here anyway, and there are restrooms we can change on," you wondered if this is going the way you think it's going, "I can see no harm in trying this free ride." He finished with the corners of his lips turned upwards.

Your eyes sparkled with so much joy that he's glad he suggested this.

"Then what are we waiting for!?" You squeal and jump from where you stand and Artem could only shake his head at you with an adoring look in his ocean eyes.

You both headed to the line of people waiting to get their tickets for the raft.

"That's a long line..." You're already mentally tired as you stared at the single file of people in front of you.

"There's still plenty of time before the fireworks at 7pm, I can go and buy us ice cream. Do you want some? "

You're face fell, remembering you were on a diet, "I appreciate the offer, but no thanks, I'm on a diet." An ice cream sounds really tempting right now, but you must resist.

"I heard they sell low-fat ice cream in here. How about that?" He proposed as his eyes glinted with satisfaction.

He knew this would do you in, sure enough, you gave him the biggest grin you could muster.

"You're the best, Artem! Any flavor is fine, by the way. " You beamed as he turned his heel to the ice cream stall, you just stared at his back the whole time he was away.

A minute later, the man wearing a cozy beige sweater that matches yours turned around and went over to you, two chocolate chip ice cream in hand. You reached out to take your ice cream, your fingers brushing.

You ignored the tingling feeling and the chills. He looked away.

While eating, you talked about how the line for the rollercoaster was two times longer than the raft's even though it's literally free.

"I believe they added a new feature to the coaster." Artem reasoned.

"You bet. The rides' golden theme is already impressive enough," You eyed the unbelievably long line from the coaster's ticket booth, "We can go back here some time to see that feature for ourselves." your face heated as you realized the implications in your words.

His eyes widened for a single moment and then looked at you with such intensity you can't bring yourself to look away, "I'd love that." a gentle look worms it's way in his features once again.

Comfortable silence dawns on your own, little world while you both busied yourselves in your ice cream.

The two of you were thrilled as it was your turn to ride the raft, ice cream long gone, replaced by the life-vest in your hands.

"Ah," you sighed, fumbling with the vest a little longer than you should have.

Artem, of course, noticed your movements. He was kind enough to help you adjust the vest.

Of course.

"Come here." He said as his arms finds it's way to your waist, pulling you towards his stature. His hot breath hitting your face while he circled his arms around you to wrap the vest securely.

This is not good for your heart...

He's so close, you could kiss him if you wanted...

He pulled away, his warmth lingering still.

Even when the both of you sat down on the raft. The ride is going to start in a few and here you are, lost in the feeling of Artem being near you.

"Y/N," You abruptly turned your head to him when he suddenly called you, "are you nervous?"

You blushed so hard you wanted to evaporate with the water, 'Yes. You make me nervous.' you're tempted to respond.

"Yes, but don't worry about me." was your reply instead, and you smiled awkwardly and stared at his blue eyes, blue eyes laced with concern.

He leaned closer, probably so that the other people within your raft wouldn't hear, "I care about you and I want you to feel as comfortable as possible," he whispered in your ear, sending chills to your spine.

This is definitely not comfortable, Mr. Wing.

Your heart is doing flips, this isn't normal!

"Please tell me if you need something." The gentleness in his voice took your breath away the way it did as the first time.

The fact that he's unaware of his effect on you angered you so much. You scanned his face for signs of teasing. Smirk, maybe a playful glint, anything.

Yet you found none.

The raft began to move, a perfect timing to change the subject!

You leaned on him, but not too close, and whispered, "It's starting."

Water began to splash, as the raft moved with the current.

The track was smooth at first, you getting small splashes here and there.

Until a bumpy track decided to present itself.

Like before, the raft went with the flow of the water, except that it bounced and rotated harshly that one particular splash of water was enough to wet you and your clothes completely.

"OH MY G-" you exclaimed when the raft hit a rough spot again, soaking everyone wet.

You were making a surprised pikachu face as the water seeped into your clothes.

You turned to look at Artem to see his state and you suppressed a giggle with how he's making the same face as you did earlier.

Never in your life you thought you'd see Artem with the surprised pikachu face.

You took pride in knowing that you're one of the very few people who gets to see this side of him.

"Artem!" you shouted through the noisy stream of water. "We look silly!" you laughed as the water rocked everyone in the raft as harsh as it possibly can. Round and round, back and forth.

"We do!" his laughed mingled with yours even when the water relentlessly kept soaking your already wet bodies.

You smiled once again, gazing at his form with profound fondness longer than just a friend would've done.

6:00pm

"That was really fun!" You shouted to the air while Artem scooted beside you, offering his arm like he did earlier, which you eagerly took.

The both of you went for another round on the raft after the first round, not caring about the long waiting line. The ride was worth it!

All you ever did was scream and laugh at each other's state, but it was the most enjoyment you've ever had in years.

You were completely dry now, changed into fresh clothes that were sold as the park's merchandise.

Even with the change of clothes, the clothes you were wearing right now still matched Artem's.

You weren't complaining.

The crowd continues to enjoy themselves, all while the sunset was making everything in the theme park look like a fairytale.

"Yes, it was. I enjoyed it very much." Artem flashed a smile so genuine, you wanted to see this sight a thousand times more. The orange glow of the sunset gives his raven hair a golden shade, light reflecting on his blue eyes, making him look so bewitching. So you carved it to your memory, not knowing how to elicit that same image from him once again.

Looking up at him, and looking back at the things that happened today, you realized something.

You couldn't take this silent pining anymore, you wanted to tell him how precious his smile is to you, to tell him you're glad he's spending his time with you, to tell him to make more memories with you.

To tell him he's the reason of the warmth flooding your whole being right now.

'I'm in love with you' is what you first thought of saying. No matter how cliche that may be, you wanted to let him know, that you're in love with him.

"Uhh, Artem, I-" You were about to spill your feelings then and there when a voice boomed the speakers of the park.

"Everyone! One hour more to go for the fireworks! Please look forward to it!"

Your confession's gonna have to wait for later.

part 2 here

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