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aspiringauthorintraining · 5 years

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Magizoologist-in-Training #6

“Lumos.”

A single light filled the mausoleum.

The white marble walls were a stark contrast to the town covered in thin black sheets, courtesy of Grindelwald. Still, the place felt no safer, or warmer, than the bleak outside.

Credence and Nagini’s grip on her arm only tightened at the silence. (Y/N) was glad that they were comfortable enough now, to trust her to protect them. But would she able to take on whatever was waiting for them?

They ventured further into the silent room, where Grindelwald had told them to meet him at.

‘LESTRANGE’ was carved in grand letters on the side of a statue, in the middle of the room. All her thoughts paused when she heard footsteps in the distance. She put a finger over her lips, to alert the others about the incoming figure, and ushered them behind the wall.

“Nox,” she quietly whispered, extinguishing her light.

“Queenie?” a voice rang out, echoing against the white walls.

Jacob? (Y/N) thought. What was he doing here?

“Queenie?” the voice yelled, much closer this time.

She was about to come out from behind the wall, when another voice entered the room.

“Don’t do anything,” a man’s voice threatened.

From her hiding spot, (Y/N) could see Jacob turning around slowly, facing a very familiar looking man, who held a wand to his throat.

It was Yusuf Kama, the man who had locked them in the cell. There was something off about him; he seemed a bit frantic, hands shaking as he held his wand. An unstable wizard was a dangerous wizard.

“Expelliarmus!” (Y/N) shouted, disarming the man’s wand from his grasp. It flew to the opposite corner of the room, far from his reach. She held her wand up, still wary of him. For all she knew, he could be skilled in wandless magic.

Jacob screamed, jumping in the air, frightened by her voice. He looked back in fear, calming down once he realized it was her.

“(Y/N)!” He cried out in happiness, running over to her with his arms out.

“Oof,” she let out, her airway blocked by his tight embrace.

“Thank you, thank you!” He said, truly relieved by her appearance.

“Of course, Jacob,” she squeaked out, struggling to catch her breath once he let her go. He gave her a thankful smile, that she replied with a warm one of her own.

“Jacob, would you mind grabbing his wand?” she asked, ensuring Yusuf wouldn’t be able to pull a fast one on them.

“Sure.”

Turning back to the frazzled wizard, she noticed that his attention was not on her, but behind, directly on Credence.

“You,” Yusuf accused.

“Do you know who I am?” Credence asked quietly.

“Yes. I have been searching for you.”

(Y/N) titled her head in confusion. Why was he looking for Credence?

“How do you know about Credence?” she asked him.

“How could I not know of the long lost Lestrange heir?”

“Lestrange heir?”

“Oh yes. Corvus Lestrange, named after his father, and half-brother to Leta Lestrange.” He paused, seeing Credence lift his eyes to him. “You are the bane of my existence,” he muttered.

“My name is Corvus Lestrange?” Credence reiterated, in disbelief.

“Your father, Corvus Lestrange, used the Imperius Curse on my mother. He didn’t love her. He was only filled with lust.” He spat. “She died giving birth to a girl. My father died from grief of losing my mother, and before he died, made me vow to return the favor, and kill the one thing Corvus Lestrange loved most in the world. I thought it would be the baby, Leta. But it turned out he didn’t love her either.” He laughed manically. “It was only after he took another woman to bed and had you, did he learn what love was.”

“And you came here to kill him.” (Y/N) said, connecting the dots.

“This vow has made me go insane. I want to be free of this curse. And the only way I can be free is to fulfill the vow.

She gripped her wand tightly, backing further away from the man, who went mad from his Unbreakable Vow.

Yusuf glanced at Jacob, who was currently holding his wand. He was about to lunge for it, when a voice stopped him.

“Stop!”

All the heads in the mausoleum turned to the source of the voice.

Leta Lestrange suddenly appeared behind Yusuf.

“Yusuf, stop,” she pleaded. “Corvus….is dead,” she weakly whispered. From behind her, followed Newt and Tina.

“(Y/N)!”

“Newt!”

Their names tumbled out from each other’s mouths, in surprise. Yusuf’s voice regained their attention.

“How do I know you’re not lying to protect him?”

“Because,” Leta paused, her voiced strained. “because I killed him. I saw him die.”

She retold the story of the night of the storm; how they escaped the boat, but she had switched the baby. The proof in the Lestrange family tree confirmed her words.

“I just wanted to stop the crying.” she repeated, her voice faint.

“Leta, you couldn’t have known what would happen. You were just a child.” (Y/N) heard Newt whisper.

“You’re too good Newt.”Leta said painfully, looking back at him. ”You never met a monster you couldn’t love.”

“Do you know who I am, then?” Credence spoke up, having his newly acquired identity stolen just as quickly.

Leta shook her head in response. Yusuf let out a breath, his body loosening in knowledge of not being broken free of the vow that had previously bound him.

(Y/N) looked at Credence sadly, seeing tears of frustration in his eyes, not noticing Newt staring at her. She eventually turned her gaze to Newt, feeling his stares. She had a strong urge to walk over to her friend and hug him to death. But it disappeared, seeing the two women by his side.

Her heart ached, and she was reminded of the hard truths. He had come for Tina. He was in love with Tina. He was still hung up on Leta. He had history with both of them. They both returned his affections, at one point, if not currently.

She had no chance with him. She had no business being in love with him. He would never return her affections. He would never care for her the way he did about either woman. She would only be a friend.

Nothing more.

Tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall. Newt’s eyes widened and walked over to her.

“(Y/N), are you okay? What’s wrong? Did you get hurt?” He asked, worryingly.

She laughed at herself, in her head, at how pathetic she was: for being happy at his attention and worry and for being emotional about her unrequited love at a time like this. And she couldn’t help but wonder if he had thought about her at all since they last saw each other. If he noticed she was gone and worried about where she was. If he had looked for her before going off with Tina.

“What’s wrong?” Newt asked again, wiping away a tear falling down her cheek.

“Did you look for me?” she asked, looking into his eyes.

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*(A/N): This series is based on a one shot I wrote way back when, and it basically left off the same way the movie ended, but a little more focused on (Y/N). This series was me going back to that same one shot and just adding on details, but this part wasn’t included in the it originally because there was too much dialogue to get through. So that’s why it took a while for the update. I wasn’t sure whether I should go with my original outline or add on this scene. But I do think this is a good transition scene for the last parts to make more sense and flow better. The next update should be sooner since now I’ll just be going back to add on to my original outline! Let me know what you think of the series so far! Safe readings!

#fbawtft imagine #fbawtft x reader #newt scamander imagine #newt scamander x reader #newt imagine #newt x reader #harry potter imagine #harrypotterimagine #harry potter x reader #harrypotterxreader #magizoologist-in-training series

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television-overload · 6 years

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This is it, everyone...

WiFi is turned off to avoid spoilers, Tiva playlist is playing, popcorn is made, and I'm sitting with my laptop in my nest/lofted bed. T-minus 5 minutes until this episode.

So without further ado... Here is my live blog of NCIS Season 16 episode 13: "She." I don't feel like bombarding the NCIS tag with separate posts, so it's all gonna be chunked into one.

7:58 pm: IM SO NERVOUS I CAN'T HANDLE THIS I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS, FEELINGS, AND CONCERNS

My internet connection had better be flawless, you hear that dorm wifi?

Minor technical difficulties, but here we go! I'm stress eating my popcorn 🍿

Ooh, Gibbs voiceover. Who is diving? Bishop?

Yes! Roll the intro!

I have waited three weeks for this.

Kasie is so thoughtful! I love her. And Jimmy is such a great friend. I love their friendship.

"Woodwork the crap out of it" bahahaha

Gibbs + children = the cutest thing ever

Ellie is so good with her.

Aww poor Lily! That is horrifying!

Looks like they put every terrible thing that can happen to a kid into one case. So sad.

Gibbs knows that was Ziva's case! The way he remembers it was ten years ago, then abruptly leaves the room to "get some air..." Is he finally showing some emotion over Ziva's (alleged) death?

So, is her mother alive? How did Lily get out?

"EVERYONE" else involved *wink*

Wonder what Kasie had in mind for Torres' jar

FIRST MENTION OF ZIVA!

I have literally no idea where this will go next...

Finally Bishop is saying what we've been saying for years. But I now have a bad feeling but they're going to hint that Ziva is still dead...

Awww, she wishes she could have learned from Ziva. Maybe that is a good sign. Hmm.

Ooh, Ellick fight

Ninja...

WHEN ZIVA MAKES A PROMISE SHE NEVER BREAKS THAT PROMISE! ITS LOOKING UP AGAIN, BOIS

Looks like their suspect is actually Tony 2.0. And if Morgan turns out to be alive maybe it will be the same for Ziva

ZIVA HAS A SECRET OFFICE!

Lily is gone? Oh, nevermind.

Oooh, Sloane is opening up!!!

THIS ALL SEEMS LIKE A TIVA PARALLEL

Oh, something is hidden in the doll!

Lily is a good little actress

Boom, Vance showing who's boss

My popcorn is gone. Now I can type with two hands.

Go get 'em, Gibbs

Torres over there lying to Gibbs for Ellie ❤️

This lady knows Ziva!

Please let there be some clue about Ziva in this shed... Or if nothing else a picture of Tony and all the things she loves.

I am LOVING all the Ziva music. I missed this.

AHHHHHH ZIVA SIBLINGS PICTURE! WE ALL KNOW SHE USES PICTURES TO COMMUNICATE

WHAT DO THE DIARIES SAY?

AM I GOING TO BE USING CAPS LOCK FOR THE REST OF THIS EPISODE?!?

Go away commercials, I need Bishop to tell Gibbs about Ziva!

Well, I haven't cried yet this episode. I was really expecting to. I guess we'll see.

Also, NO FLASHBACKS YET! THERE NEEDS TO BE A FLASHBACK!

Can McGee read Hebrew? Oh, nevermind.

Here come the tears! Is this entry about Tony??? MY HEART CANT LIVE WITHOUT HIM ONJGKROJCBFU HELP ME! 💔

ITS ABOUT SOMALIIIAIAJAJAAAAHHHHHHH

OH SWEET MERCY, MY HEART IS SOARING

TONY IS ON HIS WAY BACK TO PARIS

NOW ITS GETTING REAL GOOD

KEEP READING, MCGEE

ZIVA HELD IN ALL THOSE EMOTIONS ALL THOSE YEARS SHE IS THE STRONGEST FEMALE CHARACTER EVER

SHE WAS TORTURED EMOTIONALLY FOR SO LONG

THEY BEST GIVE ALL THOSE JOURNALS TO TONY

Torres would have liked Ziva :(

Gibbs I awfully calm...

Oof, Bishop is in the hot seat.

Does Gibbs know something? Do I dare hope?

My heart is literally pounding... I can't take this.

Jimmy was Ziva's confidante, awwweee. Tell us your secrets, Jimmy.

Showing Bishop that Ziva made mistakes too... Good.

I have a bad feeling about what we'll get in regards to Ziva's life/death at the end of this episode... I hope I'm wrong.

Also, Gibbs, you just gonna casually name drop the episode title of the episode that broke my heart?

THATS RIGHT VANCE, YOU KNOW GIBBS IS BASICALLY ZIVA'S FATHER

ExcaUUUUUSE ME, Gibbs, how dare you? Do you want the fandom to resent you more that's they already did for your reaction during Family First? You take that back right now.

I hope Lily's dad is actually a good dad! I like him.

TONY AND TALI PARALLELS

Kasie is dealing with the dirty working conditions much better this time.

McGee is kinda out of it. Good. Feelings.

What will Torres use his empty jar for?

...I think they might keep going with the Ziva is dead bit, and I am not happy. I want Ziva to honor that promise, but I guess it's sweet that Bishop wants to do it for her.

It's about time someone challenges Gibbs' rules. Good luck, Bishop.

AHHHHHH GIBBS IS FINALLY LETTING IT OUT!!!

HE BLAMES HIMSELF! HE STILL BELIEVES SHE'S DEAD

DIDN'T ANYONE TELL YOU WRITERS ABOUT HAPPY ENDINGS????????

Bishop ain't giving up

I love Gibbs and Kasie

Woah, does the lab have a second entrance? How did Bishop disappear?

Is Bishop gonna get shot?

There's that Gibbs voiceover again. What is he talking about? OH IS HE READING ZIVA'S JOURNAL???

That is a deep pond.

Torres go get yo girl!

Can we get a Tiva family reunion like that, PLEASE

Let it in, Gibbs.

Some quality Gibbs and Ellie time. I like it.

Has Bishop officially been adopted by Gibbs?

Whatcha got there, Gibbs?

Oh lol. Its rule 10. Time to scrap that rule. Dump rule 12 while you're at it.

OH MY GOOOOOOOOSSSSSSHHHH NO WAY. NO. WAY. HANG ON.

HOLY MOLY HOLY MOLY

ZIVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAA

MY HEART IS POUNDING

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

IS THAT ZIVAS SCARF???????!!!!

I. I can't even type right now... They really did it. I can't breathe. I'm so in shock I can't even cry! This is all I hoped for and more! I'm going to lose my freaking marbles. I feel sick. And faint. I need to lay down. Oh. My. Goodness.

That's it folks. We have our answer. And they'd better freaking come back to this plot later, cause I'm going crazy.

I have so much to say, but I don't want to type anymore. I just want to sit here and think, and cry, and scream. And watch this ending about a billion more times.

So I guess, signing off. Happy Ziva day, everyone. Thank you and God bless you, writers.

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instantezra · 6 years

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Slipping Through My Fingers

aka Kisses of Fire Part 2! || Read Part 1 here

John Deacon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Christmas/New Years 1980. John’s on a break from The Game Tour, and you’re back home in London for the holidays. Between dinner parties and catching up, you have something special to tell your husband.

Word Count: 4.3K (I’M SORRY)

Warnings: FLUFF so much fluff, some sad angst, some smut?? (thigh riding bois), alcohol consumption

A/N: could this be in two parts? probably! is it another abba song? yes it’s another abba song title due to the angst but also it’s a good ass song thanks!! this one is fluff with a smidge of smuttiness, i put some requests in there from some pals so i hope you enjoy!!! i’d like to apologize now bc i don’t know if this is good or not but here goes nothing we’re also going to ignore the fact it’s february, this is christmassy, and that john’s dad was probably dead by 1980 oof there will be a part 3 at some point, but i’m a college student so we’ll see when the hell that happens

The sudden jolt of the plane sent your sleeping heart into a panicked rhythm, one hand going straight for your chest and the other right to your churning stomach. You peaked out of the tiny oval window, noticing Heathrow's familiar landing strip and the snow starting to stick to it. Gran smiled, placed a hand on your arm, and gave a gentle squeeze, her eyes still shut from her nap. The pilot's voice screeched from the speakers, wishing you all a very happy Christmas and thanking you for flying with them. You smiled and watched the snow fall as the plane taxied. It was Christmas, and you were finally home.

“Happy Christmas, girls!” Your mother picked you up from the airport, running at you and Gran with arms wide open for a bear hug. “Welcome back to the ice and snow! Mum, it's so great to see you. I hope (Y/N) hasn't given you as much trouble as I used to.”

“She's much easier than you were. At least she goes to bed at a decent hour!” Your mum pinched at your teasing grandmother's side, both of them falling into a fit of giggles as you grabbed your luggage from the carousel.

“No, no, no! Let me grab it!” Your mum tugged the suitcase from your hands. “We can't have you doing any heavy lifting, now can we? Now, let's get going. John said he’ll be coming over with his mum and dad near 7, so we need to get heading out!” She squeezed your hand and led all three of you outside to the car park.

The ride home to your flat was spent filling your mother in on how the past seven months had been. You talked about how exploring California had been. You told her all about how you and Gran would watch her favorite game shows before supper, then head to the beach to watch the sunset. Gran told your mother how great of a help you had been, and how much you reminded her of your mum when she was your age. You gushed about John and the boys, like always.

“Oh, (Y/N), you're going to lose your marbles when you see what John's done with your flat. It's absolutely darling, of course with all the help from me! I hope you don't mind us getting a tree without you.”

You didn't mind at all. As soon as you turned the key and walked into the flat you and John called home, your eyes stung with tears. In the corner of the living room, a tree was covered in tinsel and popcorn and ornaments. Lights twinkled from the branches, and more shone from the small mantle above your fireplace. Two knit stockings, both with your respective first initials, were hung on it, already stuffed with what you assumed to be candies. Garland was strung around each doorway. It was a comically gaudy idea you knew John had come up with and one you knew your mum had had a fit about.

“I love it all so, so much. Merry Christmas, mum,” you cheered, pulling her into a hug. Three generations of women from your family stood in the kitchen, laughing and pulling bowls from cabinets. The lot of you cooked the turkey, roasted vegetables, and set the table up for dinner that night. It felt just like home.

Right on time as the clock chimed seven, there was a knock at your door and the immediate opening. You jumped up from your place on the couch, tugging your oversized sweater down a bit. John and his parents shuffled in the door, being greeted by your grandma and mother with hugs and stolen coats. John's eyes locked with yours and your heart skipped a beat. You ran to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and hugging onto him for dear life. He picked you up, turning you around like you were two lovers in an old Hollywood film. A few “aww’s” and “how lovely’s” came from your mothers.

“Welcome home, love,” he said, pecking your nose with a sweet kiss.

“So happy to be back. So happy to see you.” You squeezed his shoulders, holding him out to have a look at him. “Merry Christmas, Deacy.”

“Merry Christmas, everybody! Are we going to sit and watch these two fawn over each other forever, or are we going to eat?” John's father clapped his son on the back, the two of you pulling apart. Everybody laughed and made their way to the dining room.

All of you in your cozy sweaters and bellies full was a sight to see. After everybody had their fill and pulled apart their Christmas crackers, your mum made everybody put their paper crowns on. She pulled her camera out and told everybody to get as close as they could. You leaned back into John, his lips planting a small kiss on your cheek. He readjusted your crown, giving you a wink and nodding towards your mother.

“Everybody, say cheese!” Click. Flash. Your mother had taken the photo, all of your faces smiling brightly and in various states of saying the word “cheese.” As it developed, she passed the photo around the table. John held the picture out in front of the two of you, pointing at his dad’s awkward mid-blink stare and laughing. You scrunched up your nose, noticing how round your face had become and large you felt in the sweater you were swimming in.

“I look like a balloon in this thing.”

“You look,” John snatched the picture from you and held it to his chest, “absolutely beautiful. We all put on a little winter weight, and yours suits you. Besides, I think you look good in anything. Especially nothing.” He winked and you gave him a poke in the side.

“Don’t be cheeky.” He really had no idea, did he?

After cleaning up the table and watching everybody else drink their wine, you and John ushered everybody towards the door. It was almost 11 at night, and you were exhausted from flying across the world and entertaining guests. John locked the door behind your mum and Gran after giving them both a wave goodbye. You were sprawled out on the couch, your swollen feet resting on the back of the couch. John came up behind you and rubbed your shoulders.

“Do you want to open your gift?” He walked over to the tree, grabbing a small wrapped box from under the boughs. You smiled and kissed his cheek. Unwrapping the paper carefully, you opened the little green box to see a gold locket, about the size of a golf ball, attached to a chain. The locket opened to reveal a picture you and John had taken when he was in California. It was the last day of the tour when the five of you went out to the beach to relax and spend your last moments together for a while. The picture showed you in your swimsuit, laughing and struggling comically. John had his arms around you from the back, threatening to throw you into the ocean. You both had crinkled eyes and giant grins from your laughter. It was candid - probably one Brian took - and it made your heart ache.

“This is absolutely perfect. Thank you, John, thank you thank you thank you!” Tears welled up in your eyes as he helped you put it on, lifting your hair to clasp the chain together. You touched the locket to your chest, holding it tight. “I love it so much. Would you like yours?” He helped you up off the couch, and you crawled over to the tree as he sat on the edge of the couch. You handed him a small box, hiding another one behind your back and sitting at his feet. He opened up the first box, revealing a small bag of blue plectrums, engraved with “JRD” on each one. He grinned and grabbed your cheeks, leaning down for a kiss.

“I love them, I’ll use them in the studios. They’ll make for better sound, I think.” He threw you a wink and leaned back, patting his lap for you to sit. Instead, you sat back on your feet. His second present was then laid in his lap.

“I got you one more. This one is a little different.” He cocked an eyebrow up at you and slowly opened the gift. His lips parted slightly, confusion taking over his facial features. In his hands, he held a small stocking, less than half of the size of yours and John’s, with a “BD” embroidered on it. “I love the decorations you and Mum hung, but we were missing one.”

“What’s… what’s BD?”

“Well… I’m not sure what we want to choose for a name, and I told the doctors to keep it a surprise and--”

“Baby… Deacon?” He asked, his mouth curving up into a huge smile. “(Y/N)... you’re…?”

“We’re going to be parents, Deaks.”

His knees hit the floor, joining you and holding you close. He put a hand to your stomach, feeling the bump he had somehow completely missed the entire evening thus far. You smiled brightly, petting his hair back. Suddenly, though, something shifted. John's breathing became a little quicker, and his hands hovered over your belly.

“John, what's wrong?” You could sense an anxiety attack coming over him. You hadn't been near him having one in a while now, but you knew he was close to tears by his breathing and shaking hands. “John, I need you to-”

“What if I can't do it, (Y/N)? What if I can't do it and I'm going to mess everything all up and.. and… what if-” he cut himself off with a sharp inhale, tears welling up in his eyes. You squeezed his hands in yours. “I have to go to Tokyo after New Years and, and I think we're going to South America. I've already missed so much. I'm going to miss so much.”

“John, it's okay, we're going to be okay. Have you seen the way you act around kids? You're going to be the world's greatest father, I know it,” you reassured, placing a hand on his cheek. Swiping your thumb, you wiped a stray tear from his face. He sniffed and balled up his fists.

“It’s not fair, though, is it? To you? To the baby? I'm going to be gone, (Y/N), across the world, leaving you alone. What if you get hurt, something happens, what if-”

“Don't say stuff like that, John. Nothing is going to happen to us.” Your heart ached. He wasn't wrong, really. He had already missed the first five months. He missed the first time your doctor told you, surprising you at your yearly checkup. He had missed the hours spent sick, only wanting him to hold your hand through all of it. Part of you truly feared he would miss a lot of it. Your child coming into this world, your child saying their first word, taking their first steps. But John didn't need to hear your fears right now. Right now, he just needed you.

“I’m so scared that I won't be there enough.” He ran a hand through his hair and sat back against the couch. You scooted closer to his side, kneeling and grabbing his hand to place it on your bump.

“Do you feel that? That's us, John. This is us. We're in this together, all three of us. And we're going to be okay. You're always a phone call away, and I'll make sure you never miss a moment. I love you more than anything, and I know they will, too.” Your other hand caressed his cheek, and he put a hand on yours as well.

“You're going to be the best mum.” John leaned forward, pulling you into a gentle kiss. Suddenly, movement shifted in your belly - a kick! John's demeanor immediately changed, one of those smiles that made his eyes crinkle spreading on his face. “I think someone agrees with me. Hello there, little bean.” He leaned down, speaking directly to your tummy. You giggled, leaning back into the sofa as John caught up with everything he had missed in the past five months.

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The next week was spent basically hip to hip with John, him doting on your every need. You had to remind him constantly that you weren’t made of glass - just a little less able than usual. Getting off the couch in and of itself was an adventure. He’d rush across the room if he were in his armchair, making sure to put a hand on the small of your back as you got up. You’d just laugh and brush him off, giving him a thankful kiss on the cheek. Your jet-lagged body was okay with the doting, though. John catering to your every whim meant you could sleep in bed as long as you wanted, cuddled into his pillow and snoring til noon or later. He’d always made sure you had a cup of tea to wake up to.

The morning of the 31st you woke up at 6, mostly due to the extreme party that seemed to be happening in your stomach. Your groans and shifting woke John, startling him.

“Is everything okay? What’s happening?” His eyes were barely open, his hair sticking out in different directions. Your grimace turned into a small smile.

“Just lots of kicking. I guess they’re ready to get the flat decorated for tonight.” Legs swinging out over the bed, you felt two warm hands grasp your hips from behind.

“Not just yet, come here,” Deacy drawled, pulling you lightly. It was no use - you weren’t going to actually get anything done just yet. You leaned back into the pillows and huffed. John’s hands lifted your sleep shirt, caressing your belly softly. “Hi there, lil bean. Keeping mummy up now, are we? Only I’m allowed to do that just yet.” He looked up at you, sending you a wink. You simply laughed and ran your fingers through his hair, his head resting on your chest and staring at your bump. “Think, this time next year, we’ll be parents.”

“This time next year, we may be getting up this early all the time.”

“It’ll be so worth it, though.” He gave a reassuring pat to your hand, rubbing small circles into your stomach. A sigh escaped your lips as you drifted back off to sleep. Decorating for the party could wait.

Later that morning, or afternoon really, you slipped into a boxy tunic and pulled on some leg warmers. You padded into the kitchen, staring at the living room from over the countertop. The apartment wasn’t nearly prepared enough. Fred and Rog were giving up the Legends Nightclub for this, and you didn’t have nearly enough streamers. Or glitter for that matter.

The hall closet held all the decorations you had collected over the years. It was something you loved doing, decorating for holidays. Even little ones, even some American ones: there was always something in the apartment to make it festive. Unfortunately, the box full of streamers and other New Year’s affair was on the very top shelf. This was something you could still do, and John wasn’t about to stop you.

That is until you got on a chair and still couldn’t get a good grip on it.

“Hey, John?” He rushed out of the bathroom, toothbrush hanging from his mouth. His eyes were wide as he watched you precariously tiptoe on the chair, trying to grab the box. His hands immediately met your hips, pulling you down and shaking his head. His hands grabbed yours, helping you down. He got on the chair and pulled the box down for you, toothbrush still dangling between his lips.

“Please don’t give me a heart attack like that,” he mumbled, foam from the toothpaste forming.

“Go rinse, you dork. Thank you!!”

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Three hours, six rolls of shiny streamers, three packages of gold and silver balloons, and three courses prepared later, the flat was ready for the party. Guests wouldn’t be arriving for another hour or so, but you felt satisfied. There was enough glitter to go around, plenty sprinkled on top of the baby grand in the living room. The tree had been tossed, replaced with a table full of party hats and noisemakers. The champagne (and sparkling apple cider for you) were chilling in the refrigerator. Now, all there was to do was wait.

Brian and Chrissie showed up first, followed by Roger and Freddie fashionably late. The six of you crowded around the table, passing plates and pouring drinks. You stuck with water for the evening, politely declining Freddie’s attempts to get you to drink the wine he brought. Midway through dessert, he broke the ice.

“(Y/N), darling, are you feeling alright? You never pass up a glass.”

“Just not drinking tonight, that’s all!” You waved a hand dismissively, taking a sip of your water.

“Oh, come on! It’s New Years Eve! You didn’t get her knocked up, did ya, Deacy?” Rog pat your husband on the back, and you choked on your water. Roger’s smile turned into his jaw dropping.

“Surprise?”

Smiles from everybody lit up the room. A slew of congratulations came from everyone, and Freddie stood. He clinked a knife against his glass, a little sloppily since it was his third.

“To the Deacons! We’re truly happy for you both. And I do hope they know that Uncle Freddie is their favorite!” Everybody clinked glasses and laughed, John pulling you into his side for a hug. While Roger and Freddie fought over who was going to be the favorite uncle, Chrissie and Brian talked about how much they loved being parents. All of the congratulations and positivity in the room made you a little too emotional, and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. John noticed, squeezing your arm.

“Everything alright, love?”

“I love you, that’s all.”

“And I love you,” he smiled, placing a hand on your thigh. The touch was innocent enough, but it felt like electricity ran through your veins. Everybody in the room was warm and buzzing, and so were you, even without the alcohol they had. You didn’t know if it was the hormones from pregnancy or the fact you and John hadn’t seen each other in five months, but you realized you were a little needy. Almost like a reflex at his touch, your legs spread a little more. He noticed, chuckling and leaning to whisper into your ear, “You sure you’re alright?’

“I think we should move the party elsewhere.” His eyebrows shot up. You giggled. “I mean, the entire party. We don’t all have to sit at the table all night.” You stood, clinking your glass with a spoon. “How about some Scrabble in the living room, hmm?” This elicited a cheer from the boys, and the party stumbled into the next room.

With a jazz record playing from the turntable and the television on in the background, the four others kneeled around the coffee table with drinks and letter tiles in hand. You sat on the edge of the couch between John’s legs, watching the game unfold as Freddie tried using words that didn’t really exist. A hand rubbed circles into your outer thigh through the fabric of your tunic. You leaned back into your husband’s chest, placing a hand on his arm.

“You sure you wanna play that game?”

“‘S probably more interesting than watching Roger try to beat Bri.” Deacy smirked, moving his hands into your lap and hugging you close. You moved all the way into his laps, your legs slung over his to face him a bit. You took that stupid green tie you loved into your hands and played with it while you watched the Scrabble game. Occasionally, you’d tug at it, hearing John groan quietly. He’d leave kisses on your neck, kneading your bum with one hand. Warmth spread through your body, needing any touch from him. In an attempt to relieve yourself from the situation, you cleared your throat, swinging off his lap and excusing yourself to the bathroom. You snuck off to your room, closing the door quietly and letting out a breath.

You looked in the mirror at your body, wanting to touch yourself but not feeling confident enough. Your belly looked even bigger in the tunic when you looked at yourself from the side. Everything just felt… blah. How could you expect John to want to reciprocate anything when you looked like this? As you pinched at your thighs and puffed out your cheeks, John had snuck into the room, locking the door behind him.

“Can I join the party in here?” He snaked his arms around your waist, leaving a wet kiss on your neck.

“I’m not sure you want to join this one. It’s not in its best shape,” you mumbled. He noticed your frown in the mirror and gave one in return.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You’re still beautiful, you know that? You’ve got our baby growing in you, and that’s fucking incredible!” He gave a big, goofy smile. The smell of champagne drifted from his lips, and you laughed.

“You’re drunk, John.”

“Am not. Maybe a little tipsy, but not too far gone to know my wife is beautiful and is going to be the best mum and that she deserves the world and she-” You cut him off quick by turning around in his arms and kissing him.

“You drive me crazy, Deaks, you know that?”

“I think I’ve got an idea,” he smirked, pulling you by the hands over to the bed. He sat on the edge, pulling you down into his lap and shoving a leg between yours. You straddled his thigh, those green denim jeans of his causing friction between your legs. Unconsciously, you scoot forward on his leg, relishing in the touch. His lips crashed into yours, pulling your hips closer to him and hiking your tunic up over your hips. A hand snaked down to the front of your panties, rubbing your clit in circles. You moaned into his mouth, and he egged you on even more. “Ride my thigh, baby.”

Without hesitation, you rutted against his leg, biting his bottom lip to suppress a moan. One of his hands made its way up to your chest, squeezing as you rocked your hips into him. The pressure of his thigh on your core drove you crazy, something you had missed over the past months. He rubbed your clit in quick circles, whispering in your ear how beautiful you looked on his lap. The hand he had used on your breasts went down to your stomach, lovingly rubbing it while getting you closer to your climax.

“You’re still so fucking hot, babe”

“J-John… I’m not going to last long,” you breathed out, head falling onto his shoulder as he helped guide your hips. He sucked a hickey onto your neck, pushing you over the edge. Your legs shook as you came, clamping your legs together tightly. He laughed lightly and took your head in his hands. “Fuck, Deacy…” You leaned back to look at him and he gave you a small kiss on the nose. Once your breathing was normal again, you looked down at the bulge growing in his jeans. “Need some help?” Your hand went towards his zipper, but he grabbed your wrist and kissed your hand.

“Helping you out is good enough for me. Besides, I think they might start getting suspicious soon.” As you sat in his lap, foreheads together and smiling, a violent knock rapped on the door. Roger’s voice booming through the flat as you both startled.

“I found them! Listen, lovebirds, it’s almost midnight! Are you going to celebrate with your party or not?” - You giggled, John patting your thighs and helping you off him.

“We’ll be out in just a sec, Rog!” John called out. He pulled you into a quick kiss, hopping off the bed and pulling you up behind him. “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we?”

“I think I’m okay. That, however…” You pointed a finger at the wet spot on his thigh, covering your grin with another hand. John looked down, cursing, but grinning. “That’s a little harder to cover up.”

“Don’t think they’ll notice I’m wearing different pants, do you?”

“I think they’ll be too drunk to care,” you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek before going over to the closet to find him a new pair of jeans.

The party out in the living room had prepared for the upcoming hour: drunk, hats on, and noisemakers in hand. Freddie handed you both hats and champagne flutes, John’s filled with champagne and yours with fruit juice. Everyone had gathered around the television. The BBC program had a timer on it, currently counting down with a minute left. You leaned into John’s touch, his arm tight around your waist and his other tossing back champagne.

Clock towers around the city began to chime, ringing in the new year. John grabs you by the hips, leaning down to put his lips to yours. You kissed back gently, smiling into it, tasting the champagne on his lips. The rest of the room whooped and hollered. A pop sounded out and Freddie had opened another bottle of champagne. Roger threw confetti into the air, spreading it all over the living room and into everybody’s hair. You laughed, looking back at your husband who still had you in his arms. He had confetti stuck in his hair, shaking it out and making it snow onto you. You snuck in another kiss.

Just as you expected, Freddie was sat at the piano, plinking out the beginnings of Auld Lang Syne. The lot of you swung your bodies to the tune, singing along with glasses high in the air. As Roger was on the phone with Dominique and Brian and Chrissie sang with Freddie, you leaned into John’s side. He gave a side hug then turned to face you.

“To another year together, and to our family” Deacy clinked his glass against your belly, pulling you into yet another kiss.

YEEHAW!

Tagging: @thebomb-diggity @deacytits @princessleiaqueen @tardisgrump

if u made it this far, thank u for reading!!!! i hope it was okay omg, again, part 3 to come (it won’t be stupid long like this i promise)

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By Dawn and blood chapter 4

A/N: I really, really love writing this story! It’s beginning to take form, and I’m pretty sure we’ll end up with about 20 chapters, so strap in – it’s going to be a wild ride! Hope you guys love this as much as I do, and that you’ll stick with it – I know I will! This chapter will be from Dean’s perspective, just an FYI.

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Pairings: Viking!Reader x Dean

Warnings: Language, sexual tension

Chapter 4: help to those, who ask

The darkness of the cottage was insane. Dean didn’t mind the dark, but he had never experienced this level of darkness – maybe it was the lack of streetlights, but no matter what, it felt weird. He was staring up at the rafters, holding the ceiling, listening to Sam snore like a bear in the other bed.

A lot was weird these days. One, he was transported to the damn early ages, Viking-era, by a fucking witch. Two, he had met his damn dream girl. Who was – theoretically – several thousand years older than him, and he was beginning to question if the witch meant bad or good, when she sent them here.

Y/N. her name was always at the tip of his tongue. She was fucking fierce, that was what she was. He groaned and sat up, ignoring the stings and throbbing from his shoulder, and grabbed a tunic to throw over himself and walked out of the door.

He walked aimlessly around the small town, while thinking – it was quiet around him. From what he remembered from school, which, granted, wasn’t a lot, the Vikings were proud, dirty and barbaric. Like him. They had weird traditions and believed in some crazy things, so he was currently searching for the one thing, he had found the craziest: a seer.

He wandered around, and had almost given up, when a soft, raspy voice sounded. “Those who ask, shall receive.” He turned quickly, dagger out, ready to cut a neck, when he saw her – old, frail and covered in black shrouds, motioning him to her. He walked slowly to her. “Are you the seer?” she nodded. He followed her inside a small area, carved in a stone and surrounded by dead plants. She sat down, and Dean did as well, looking around; it was a small area, cold and damp – like a grotto, almost.

“I cannot help, unless you seek, wanderer.” She said. Dean frowned. “I, uh… I don’t even know what to ask, honestly.” She grunted. “You do.” Dean stared at her for a while, and then sighed deeply. “Am… Am I ever going home?” she drew a deep breath and leaned back, the shrouds on her face shifting a little. “Home…? That all falls on you, wanderer. Where is your home?” Dean sighed. “I’m not sure anymore.” The seer leaned forwards, grabbing his hand. “I see many swords with you.” Dean rolled his eyes. What the hell would that give him? He had no fucking clue, what she was talking about, much less what he was supposed to understand about it. “The witch, that sent us here. How’ll we get back?” “I cannot tell what we will. Your brother will find a way.” Dean was getting frustrated and yanked his hand back from the seer. “You will do great things. Someone certain of who you are, and what you can become, will be next to you, in a city of marble and stone. I cannot nor will I say more.” She held her hand out, palm up. Dean frowned. “What do you want me to do...?” a snarl sounded from behind the shroud. “Lick. It.” Dean gulped, but leaned forward, his tongue darting out and quickly licking the palm of the seer, before running out of her space – he rinsed his tongue with water and spit on the ground.

“Gross.” A soft laughter sounded behind him. “It is always fun to visit the seer.” Y/n stood behind him, leaned against an old tree, and smiled at him. “Why should I lick her hand? That is the weirdest sense of payment I’ve ever seen.” She grinned at him and grabbed his arm, leading him towards the square.

“It is tradition. She takes from you, as you take from her. Or maybe she is simply a very lonely woman.” She laughed when Dean gagged. “Fuck me, well, I’m not going back again.” She smiled and pointed to a gazebo with furs slung over the railings. “Come. I want to know who you are and where you came from, Dean málm-hridg.” He smiled and felt his cheeks heating up. He also felt seriously underdressed – the itchy tunic and leather pants were nothing in comparison to her; she was wearing a leather corset, that… amplified… Her bust, and Dean had to try his hardest to stop from staring, a light blue, loose shirt and a pair of pants – her axe hung proudly from her belt, and her hair was braided to the side – he hadn’t noticed before today, but it wasn’t just one braid – it was several smaller braids, combined to one. As they sat down, he pointed to her hair.

“What’s with the braids? I’ve never seen you with loose hair.” She shrugged and grabbed a pitcher of mead, poured it into two goblets and handed him one, before leaning back on the bench and stared at the fire in front of her. “Another tradition. A woman’s hair is what shows her status. Braided, she is a fighter, loosely braided, she’s an unmarried fighter, many braids…” she smirked and winked at him. “she’s killed many. Another braid is a kill.” She drank deeply, and Dean followed. He hadn’t tasted mead before, but he could drink it forever – it was like warm honey and strong alcohol mixed into a perfect symphony. “If a woman’s hair is up, she is married. Braided and up? A fighter and very much spoken for. We rarely let karlmaór see us with loose hair. It sends… a message.” He frowned. “Karlmajor?” she smiled softly: “Karlmaór. Men. Average men.” He nodded distractedly. “What… You say average men. Do you have names for other men?” she winked at him, and his heart jumped a little; she was beautiful and probably cunning as hell, but he didn’t mind it – honestly, he sort of welcomed it. She was different from anything he had seen before.

“Well… We have names for men like you, Dean.” His name sounded like fucking candy in her mouth – so soft, smooth but with some sort of dialect behind it. He could listen to his name from her mouth forever. “Yeah?” she nodded and moved a little closer to him. Her mouth was perfect, and in the firelight, she shone like a fucking goddess. “We call men like you orrostumaór. Man of battle, a warrior.” He cocked an eyebrow at her and leaned forwards as well – their knees were touching, and he felt like his leg had caught fire. “I saw you on the field, Dean. You fight with no fear. We call warriors like you berserkers – simply no fear of death, only a taste for the battle and a waiting wish for Valhalla.” He nodded and drew a deep breath. She smelled like lavender.

“I don’t know much about Valhalla. Or your gods, I guess.” She cocked her head curiously to the side – her braid swung delicately from her neck. “How about this. You tell me something about you and your homestead, and I will tell you about our Gods.” He nodded and smirked. “I guess that’s a fair deal.” She poured him another drink; he already felt a little fuzzy from the previous drink, but it was fine. He was fine. “Where do you come from?” he shrugged. “Nowhere and everywhere. We don’t really have a home. When I was a kid, we lived in a place called Kansas, but it’s been a long time gone.” She drank. Her hand was so close to his arm, and he almost felt her twitch to constrain herself from reaching out and touching him. “You are a flakka. A wanderer.” He grinned. “I guess it’s what I am.”

He moved his arm half an inch closer to her and could feel the heat of er fingertips. “What is Valhalla?” she smiled at his question and moved impossible close to him without touching more than a knee with hers.

“Valhalla is the sacred hall, where the Gods meet their warriors, when they fall in battle. The warriors are called einherjerne and Valhalla… Valhalla is made of gold. It has 540 gates, and all of them will open when Ragnarok arrives. The einherjerne fight every day, killing each other in the great hall and are revived by Valkyries to continue the next day. It is glorious and a dream for any warrior to enter the golden, great hall and gaze upon Odin.” Dean hadn’t noticed until now, that her voice had lowered to a whisper and she was close – her lips were tickling his earlobe, and it took all he had to stop himself from attacking her and just taking her then and there.

“Sounds... Gold.” He whispered. She threw he head back and laughed, breaking their close proximity – her laugh was like the sound of waves hitting the shoreline, and Dean had never heard anything like it; he would listen to it forever. “So, Dean…” she said after catching her breath. She looked at him, her wide eyes glimmering with something, he could recognize; curiosity and mischief. “Who are you?” she gulped the last of her goblet, and set it down, looking expectantly at him. He sighed and leaned back.

“oof, that’s a question.” He drew a deep breath and smelled the sweet, subtle lavender from her. “I guess… I… I have no idea. I’ve been a fighter all my life, lost just about everyone around me. I’m…” he looked at her. He felt somewhat strange, telling her these things – he felt calm around her, calm in this place, and it both confused him and made him feel happy. “I’m me, I guess. Not really here or there, and… Fucking hell, I’m really shitty at this. I’m a…. Fighter, loser, all of that.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “I cannot believe you to lose. You are a great fighter, Dean. And, from what I can feel… You are also a great man. You must teach me your swears and prayers. They sound fun.” He grinned widely and felt a blush creep up on his cheeks. “Thank you, I guess. And don’t worry, you’ll learn soon enough!” She nodded and stood up with a smile, reaching for his hand. “You are a great man, who need sleep.” He grabbed her hand and stood up – her hand was oddly warm. They walked in comfortable silence to the cottage, and she stopped, turned to him and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“I pity all the women, who refused your proposal. I can promise you, they are clearly missing something in their life.” Se smiled softly. “I believe that is only for my gain.” She whispered. He didn’t have the time to think further of it, because she stood on her toes and kissed his cheek softly.

“Sleep well, málm-hridg.”

Dean looked at her retreating back, the axe-head shining brightly in the moonlight, and as he saw her leave, he smiled to himself; the nickname she gave him felt like a caress and he wished she’d keep calling him that. At the same moment as she disappeared in the night, he realized one thing – he might never leave this place.

And he did not mind one bit.

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targentis · 6 years

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rating all the Skies of Arcadia characters part 3: the crew

oh my god what have i gotten myself into

Ilchymis

beautiful. underrated. legally i cannot tell you exactly what i think he is, but some of you know. probably writes fanfiction. what do you think is in that big ass book. just wants to learn things, and i support him. 10/10, he makes me riselem.

Ryu-Kan

he always wants to fight me, like on a deep spiritual level. not me-as-vyse. me, personally. what do you want from me old man,,,, 6/10 he is salty because he is always on stand-by.

Izmael

a Friend. an absolute friend. i keep asking him to make changes to Crescent Isle and by the moons he really just does it. 8/10 he is gay for Brabham.

Kirala

HONESTLY AN EVEN BIGGER FRIEND. all u gotta do is say that her work is nice (which is just the truth) and she’ll join your crew and honestly we don’t deserve her. i can always depend on her in ship battles. 9/10 she will never let the delphinus die.

Polly

she is my mo-om. she’s my mom! 7/10, boogie woogie woogie!

Urala

if polly is my mom, urala is my daughter. oh my god she’s so sweet. her food is delicious too. i mean, i assume. yafutomans cook it better sorry. 8/10 where is the chemistry between her and hans???

Moegi

i...i...sigh. the story didn’t do her justice At All, okay? i wanted to love her so much but i swear to god if she faints one more time im going to lose my marbles. feel like she was so bland and she could have been so much richer. what have you done, writers. 6/10 i am not fond of her but she is a good girl and WHERE IS THE CHEMISTRY BETWEEN HER AND ENRIQUE??????

Pinta

intimidates me. very small and goes on more adventures than i could ever dream of. i keep hearing about this so-called Quest he’s got but i am far too cowardly to explore it. 6/10 he is the most imposing goblin i have ever met, please save me.

Brabham

a nice man. he vaguely reminds me of my uncle, only with a better beard. he and izmael are an unstoppable duo. 7/10, his laugh kind of gives me the heebie-jeebies.

Hans

adorable!! and SO weird. he speaks in the third person sometimes, and i am a little bit put off. he calls me Mr. Vyse, and i don’t know how to feel about that. 8/10, has more chemistry with Vyse than with his wife.

Belle

please girl your jiggle physics. her design is VERY cute and i love that she’s a smol girl with a big gun. but like. Belle honey,,,,, 5/10 on the grounds of booby crimes.

Khazim

blowin shit up with homemade d-d-d-dynamite! now you know it’s really gonna blow! 6/10, get a load of these!

Don

he’s very patient. it took me three thousand years to go rescue him. sorry don. please don’t drink and drive. 99 bottles of loqua on the wall/10.

Lawrence

hey, i LOVE This Sulky Boy. i think about him every day. he loves Pow and i love him for it. such a cutie. 9/10 he is such a cliche and that is why we love him.

Merida

the disney princess aint got NOTHIN on our girl right here!! i am in awe of her courage and resilience.. and i love that urala taught her how to dance Yafutoman-style. 9/10 we love a bringer of joy in the face of adversity.

Pow

do i EVEN have to say anything???????? 11/10. pow.

Domingo

he stands exactly like my faves, so he must be among them. i feel bad for domingo, he always gets overlooked. over,,,lookouted............8/10 im sorry for making that pun.

Tikatika

he’s Ixa’Takan legolas. 7/10 he’s Ixa’Takan legolas.

Kalifa

hit or miss, i guess they never miss, huh. um i had a big crush on Kalifa back in the day so this rating may be a bit skewed but.................10/10 she told me couples should spend more time outside and i have never forgotten that advice.

Osman

i for real didn’t know she was a lady until last year. she terrifies me. 3/10. i am scared.

Marco

he’s a very gross little boy but i’ll never forget that first scene with him ever. when i think of Lower Valua i think of the first Marco scene and it’s a big oof. 8/10 made me love the urchin archetype.

Robinson

i deadass forgot he was a character. the amnesia is contagious. 5/10 props for surviving in the Dark Rift tho.

#holy shit theres so much #skies of arcadia #soa character ratings #zandre rambles #sorry i need to replay this game dsjfhhjksfdh

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*slides into ur inbox* so how do u think charlotte and beckys first kiss went, like who kissed whomst, what was it like, discuss, thank ye

*cracks knuckles* My time has come.

Charlotte was nervous. Very nervous. Like, super nervous. She had never seen a girl like Becky before. She’d never been on a date with a girl like Becky before. As a matter of fact, she’d never been on a date when any girl before. But she was Charlotte freaking Flair. She could do anything she wanted. She could pull this off.

“Uce you need to chill because you’re making ME nervous.”

“What if she doesn’t actually like me and she’s just going on this date for the sake of being nice and making a good work environment an- OOF.”

Naomi smiled innocently as Charlotte scowled, throwing the pillow back. “CHILL. Jimmy said he talked to his boy Seth who talked to his boyfriend who, as you know, is good friends with Becky. You’re good. All good.”

Charlotte wrung her hands together; she had a bad habit of rubbing her hands raw when she was nervous.

“You rub your hands raw like that and Becky is gonna be in a world of hurt.”

“NAOMI!”

Again Naomi smiled, this time trying and failing to suppress a giggle.

“We are not gonna have… you know…”

“Girl you are deadass 30 years old and you can’t even say the word sex?”

“Shut UP.”

“No wonder Bayley said we need to get you laid. This is worse than I thought.”

Charlotte huffed. She wasn’t some needy princess who needed help getting a date or, as Naomi and apparently Bayley crudely put it, get laid. She just… needed time. A lot of time. Way more time than this. Maybe she could cancel and reschedule for after she moved to the moon.

Naomi snatched Charlotte’s phone off the table. “I see that look in your eye. You ain’t sick. You’re going.”

“I’m gonna throw up.”

“Queen, Stevie goddamn Wonder can see that Becky likes you as much as you like her. What are you so worried about?”

Charlotte opened her mouth but no words came out. Was she really the only one who didn’t see that Becky liked her? No. There was no way someone as talented and smart and beautiful and funny and hot and sexy and strong and muscular and chiseled from the marble of an Irish goddess and-

DING DONG

Charlotte jumped off of the couch.

“Get yourself together. I’ll get the door.”

Charlotte scrambled to her feet and smoothed out her clothes. She could do this. She was the Queen. She was Charlotte freaking Flair.

“Pizza?”

“YOU ORDERED PIZZA?”

“A bitch gets hungry watching her bestie lose her mind.”

Charlotte pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Remind me to throw you through a table after this is over.”

Naomi winked and chewed.

“You could have at least WARNED me! I was all worked up over the stupid pizza guy.”

“I too, get worked up over pizza. But I hope I’m not a let down for you.”

Charlotte stuttered and turned around. Becky leaned in doorway and grinned. Somehow Becky in a leather jacket was enough to make Charlotte combust.

“Becky… uh… hi!”

“Sup Fire.”

“Hey Glow.”

The two fist bumped. Charlotte pretended to not notice Becky ever so slightly sticking her butt out when she turned away.

“Ready? Sorry I let myself in. No one answered when I knocked. Maybe too excited over pizza?”

“I. Uh. I mean there was, Naomi is… um. I.”

“Yes she’s ready.” Naomi chimed in through bites.

“Perfect. I hope you don’t mind ice cream after dinner?”

“Uh… huh.”

Charlotte nodded, her face beet red. The girls made their way down the hallway but Becky abruptly stopped as her fingers touched the handle. She wheeled around and stood right up to Charlotte. Charlotte tried to make sense of her thoughts but the perfume that Becky was wearing was too much. Her brain was on overdrive. Or, maybe it wasn’t her brain causing the problems.

“Charlotte I just want you to know exactly what my thoughts are on all of this. Let’s not waste time.”

Becky gently pulled Charlotte’s chin down, until their lips were inches apart.

“I’d very much so like to kiss you. I like you a lot, Charlotte Flair. Is that okay? If I kiss you?”

Becky’s voice was hushed and quick, dripping with want. Charlotte was sure this was a fever dream.

“Uh… uh huh. Please…”

“Hey uce wait til I leave! I know she needs to get laid but damn!”

Charlotte flipped off Naomi and felt Becky smile as they kissed. Maybe Charlotte freaking Flair could pull this off after all.

#thank you for enabling me babe #i love writing naomi she's the best ever #anyway becky wasn't gonna wait for shit she's a smooth operator and charlotte almost pooped herself cause she was so nervous #becky lynch #charlotte flair #charlynch #czerns #shut up nic

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Safe - Chapter 8

this is probably one of the most longest chapters ive ever published oml but im pretty proUD OF IT EVEN THO ITS PRETTY BORING AT FIRSTTEETEE

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Pairing: Gang Member!Jimin x Poor Heart!Genius!Reader

Genre: Angst, Romance, Lots of Action, Humor, Fluff, & Smut (In the Future)

Length: 6.2k

Warnings: Swearing, SOOOO MUCH (SEXUAL? IDK) TENSION OML, flufffflyllylyy stuff

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In his world, being a part of a mafia gang, known as Bangtan Boys, is a bit terrifying. They were truly a filthy rich and powerful group that everyone feared. 22-year old Jimin was described as the stealthiest and most skilled member of Bangtan, playing an important part in their group. Whereas for 20-year-old (Y/N), a genius with a weak heart is suffering inside the cruel world as she is experimented on on the daily basis. Jimin finds himself protecting a gifted girl whose memory can hold numerous things in a blink of an eye. Jimin finds an interest in her, visioning that she may be a valuable asset to their group. Jimin has never paid attention to girls. However, that started to change when he met her.

The following day, (Y/N) took a seat next to Jimin, like always. She looked around the room to meet eye contact with the rest of the boys.

After explaining about the plan with Jimin and (Y/N), it was time to tell the others about it.

Namjoon was the only one standing up, looking over at his members before clearing his throat. “As you all know, (Y/N) has obtained the special documents Yoongi hyung needed and it was a success.” Namjoon smiled at (Y/N), “However, those documents contained (Y/N)’s files as Banjo hired a member of the Golden Flies to do the job to terminate her files.”

(Y/N) let out a distressed breathe, not believing that Banjo went this far in order to bring her back to the lab. “Although, Yoongi recovered them, allowing (Y/N) to be safe from them.” He says as the boys let out sighs of relief, “For now.” Namjoon says and Taehyung frowned, “What if we want (Y/N) to be safe forever?” He pouted, “I don’t want (Y/N) to go away!” Taehyung cried.

(Y/N) sadly smiled at him, “I’m sure we all want (Y/N) to stay with us and to be safe too.” Jimin says and Jin nodded, “Indeed we do.” He says, “Right, but how?” Hoseok asked.

Yoongi smirked, “As you know, Banjo is a bad man, as well as Mr Han. The two have been working for years before meeting (Y/N). During those years, they’ve been committing corrupt deals with others and recorded a list of each and every one of them on a disc.” Yoongi says and looked over at his members, “With this disc, we can either threaten and blackmail them,” Yoongi says before looking at (Y/N), “Or we expose it, thus destroying everything that they have.” Yoongi explained and Jin hummed.

“Blackmailing seems a bit uneasy, although it may work, considering of how much data is written on there.” Jin thought as Jungkook crossed his arms, “How about both?” All the members looked at the young member with playful glares as Jungkook grinned, “What? Why not?”

Namjoon sighed and lightly chuckled at Jungkook’s suggestion, “Although we do have the power to do so, I don’t think that would be necessary.” He says before clapping his hands, pointing them towards (Y/N), “Since (Y/N) has known the two longer than we have, she’s one step closer to finding that disc.” He says and smiled. Jimin then cleared his throat, "And because (Y/N) knows the two better than we do and being our tactician, she’ll be planning this mission.“

(Y/N) nodded in agreement, "There may be a few bumps on the road. These two are no joke, they’re loaded with men and power as much as we are. However, with precise planning, I’m sure we can find this disc and get the job done easily.” (Y/N) smiled shyly. The members let out smiles and cheers, “I hope this works, (Y/N).” Yoongi says with a smile, the first ever smile (Y/N) had seen coming from Yoongi. Taehyung’s tail wagged, “I really really don’t want (Y/N)-ah to go, I’ll do anything in the world to keep her on our side!"

The members chuckled as (Y/N) smiled widely, agreeing with Taehyung, "I don’t ever want to go back at that place, and I’m also willing to do everything to stay with all of you.” She says shyly, a hint of blush on her cheeks. The members looked at her with adored expressions before agreeing with her.

Jimin stared at (Y/N) with a faint smile. (Y/N) shared a few laughs with the members before looking back at Jimin, who was already staring at her with loving adoring eyes, same as the others. (Y/N) smiled at him as the other members continued to talk. “I hope this works.” She says, “I wish to stay with all, with you, forever.” She says as Jimin sent her a smile.

“Me too.” He says, brushing a stray hair away from her face, smiling even more at the sight of her flushed cheeks.

“Because wherever you go, whatever you do, I will be there for you whatever it takes or how my heart breaks. I want and will be there for you forever.“

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It’s been three weeks since the whole mission with Dongmin as it was back to training for (Y/N) after she fully healed. Bangtan decided to lay low for awhile especially since the death of Kim Hyunwook. Whereas for Dongmin, he was taken to their HQ was imprisoned, with a necessary amount of care, ordered by (Y/N), as his fate was later decided.

Not only that, after all those weeks of training, Jimin claimed that (Y/N) was ready to pursue real missions along with the others.

But here they were, after a morning jog with Taehyung around the neighbourhood and gun practice in the hills with Jungkook, (Y/N) stood in the ring with Jimin.

Today, Jimin decided with all the training he has done with (Y/N), he was able to work on her speed and agility. After a few rounds of Jimin moving around a landing a couple of punches on (Y/N), she finally got the hang of it and even got to beat Jimin at his own game.

Jimin swung his strong leg over, however, (Y/N) quickly ducked and landed another punch on his shoulder, causing Jimin to lose balance. Seeing this as an opportunity, (Y/N) swung her fist at him, knocking him down to the mat.

Jimin grunted as tumbled to the ground, “Oof.” He winced slightly.

(Y/N) smiled widely, jumping a bit a few times as she cheered proudly. Jimin smirked up at her, watching her awkwardly dance around over her victory. (Y/N) noticed his stare and stopped, blushing slightly as she smiled shyly. Jimin chuckled, he thought it was cute and to say that he was proud was an understatement.

“My third win in a row!” She says in triumph as Jimin shrugged, getting up from the mat. “What can I say, I’ve gone soft on you.” He says and got out of the ring, (Y/N) following.

“I think that’s enough training, (Y/N). You did well today.” He confessed as (Y/N) let out a content sigh as she took a swing from her water bottle. “I think you’re ready for the real stuff.” He says as he also takes a swing of water.

(Y/N) puts down her bottle and looked at the older boy, “Real stuff?” She asked as he nodded, “Yeah, the real stuff.” He smirked at her as he motioned her to follow him. After packing their things, they made their way up to their room.

As they walked up the stairs, Hoseok smiled at them as he went walked down the marble steps, “Done training?” He asked as (Y/N) nodded with a mixture of a confused and happy smile, “Yeah, Jimin says I’m ready for the real stuff.” She looked over at him and Hoseok looked at her with his gold irises gleaming. He sent her a slight smirk, “Oh I see,” He says as he continued to walk down the steps, “Well, whatever it is, good luck~” And with that, he went straight to the kitchen.

Jimin hummed and walked into his room. He then took his shirt off, slightly surprising (Y/N) with the sudden action. “Go ahead and get ready. We’re going to the HQ, I want to show you something.” He says and grabbed a towel from the washroom and a set of clothes, “I’ll be showering in Jungkook’s washroom so you can do your thing in here.” He sent her a smile before walking out.

(Y/N) nodded at him before walking into the washroom, stripping down her clothes before entering the shower.

It’s been almost a month since (Y/N) has been in the HQ, last time being when she first met Jimin. (Y/N) wondered what Jimin had to show her, but whatever it was, it must be important. Especially if it was located at the HQ itself.

After showering, she put on clothes that fitted into the smart casual category; a simple white-button down blouse tucked into a black bandage skirt. After brushing and drying her hair, she walked out to find Jimin sitting on their bed, wearing a black button down shirt along with black jeans.

He smiled up at her as he ran a hand through his damp dark hair. “Alright, let’s go.”

The two made their way to Jimin’s car and out of the Bangtan residence grounds.

On their way there, (Y/N) turned to Jimin, “So what is this thing you’re gonna show me?” She asked and Jimin hummed, “Now that,” He turned to her, face inches apart as he smiled at her, “Is a surprise.” He says as (Y/N) huffed with a smile, leaning back to her seat.

After a few minutes, Jimin drove into the underground parking lot, just beneath their building. Jimin then parked in his usual spot, in front of the elevator. Jimin quickly got out, opening the door for (Y/N). She quietly thanked him as they walked into the elevator, Jimin pressing the button that led them to the floor where his office sat.

Instead of walking towards his office, Jimin led (Y/N) to a set of double doors. (Y/N) looked at him confusingly, “Did you move office rooms?” She asked as Jimin chuckled, shaking his head.

Placing a hand on her shoulder, he pointed at the plated tag that was set on the doors.

Kim (Y/N), Bangtan Tactician, it read.

Namjoon decided to have (Y/N) take his last name as she didn’t really remember her real surname, despite the fact that she had a superior memory. Jimin protested, thinking that (Y/N) should take his surname but Namjoon refused, saying something about "Wait till the right moment until she’ll have yours”, leaving Jimin quite confused and upset but nonetheless, he was happy for (Y/N).

(Y/N)’s lips twitched up slightly before smiling widely up at Jimin. “Really?” She asked excitedly. Jimin smiled warmly at her, “Well, go on.” Jimin nodded his head at the door.

(Y/N) looked at the plated tag before placing her hand on the knob, opening slowly. She took a deep breath as she looked around in her new office.

A desk placed in the back with a window placed on the right-hand side of the desk and another behind it. A shelf of books and drawers on the left-hand side and a small counter with a coffee maker and microwave. By the windows set two couches and a coffee table, giving off a perfect view of Seoul when relaxing.

(Y/N) smiled as she walked around and turned to Jimin, “This is all mine?” She asked and Jimin nodded, “Yep, and if you want, we can have renovations in here to set it to your liking.” He says as she shook her head, “N-No, that won’t be necessary, it’s perfect the way it is,” She says and looks at him.

“Thank you.” She says, giving him a light side hug shyly and Jimin shrugged, laughing nervously as he ran a hand through his hair out of habit, placing a hand on her shoulder as a way of hugging back.

“No problem. I just kinda came up with the idea of giving you an office to yourself. Every one of us has one, so might as well give you one too, especially because you’re the one who will be planning our missions.” Jimin says and takes a seat on the couch. (Y/N) follows and turned to him.

“So this is where I’ll be doing my role, as well as planning this big mission, hm?” Jimin nodded, “Correct.” He says and looked over at her, brushing a stray hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear, seems to be his favourite gesture of affection when it came to (Y/N). (Y/N)’s eyes slightly widen at his sudden gesture. Jimin seemed to be shocked as well and quickly recovered and leaned back on the couch smoothly.

“A-Anyway…” He stammered, “Valentine’s Day is coming up soon,“ He started, looking at her with a nervous look, "I don’t think we have any other plans for that night so…” He trailed off as (Y/N) felt her breath hitch for a moment, knowing where this was going.

“I was thinking that we can go into the city and eat dinner ourselves,” Jimin says, a shy smile present on his face with pink cheeks. (Y/N) felt her lips twitch up a bit, her entire body heating up. “Just us—?”

Jimin nodded, “Mhm, just us two. I made a reservation for two at the finest restaurant in all of Seoul.” Jimin says quickly with a shy smile.

“So, you up for it?” He asked with a charming smile. Jimin felt his adrenaline running fast, clearly nervous yet excited about the plan for the loving holiday.

(Y/N) thought about it as she didn’t have much of a choice. Jimin had already made reservations at the restaurant as she just couldn’t say no to him, he has done so much for her for the past month and she couldn’t be more thankful for him.

Not only that, it didn’t matter to (Y/N) if she had no other choice, she truly wanted to go out with Jimin more than anything. She found Jimin as the most trusting, generous and kind person she has ever met and wanted to continue to show him her gratefulness.

She nodded eagerly, smiling up at him quite widely and shyly, “I would love to, Jimin,” She says and scoots a bit closer to him, “Of course I’ll come!” She breaks into a grin, showing off her pearly whites and her sweet smile. Jimin felt his stomach twist in knots as his lips twitched upwards at (Y/N)’s adorable expression.

Jimin grinned, smiling widely as he leaned in closer to her face, “Great, Valentine’s Day it is, just us two.” He says and (Y/N) nodded, a warm smile present on her face.

“Just us two.”

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After asking (Y/N) about the whole dinner, Namjoon called Jimin out of the room, telling him that he had work to do. (Y/N), however, took her time to look around her office once more. She truly loved the feeling it gave her, an almost comfy feeling as if she was at home. Home, She thought, thinking about her mother and then to Bangtan.

She shook her head at the thought before setting down on her office chair, noticing a MacBook displayed in the centre of the desk. She smiled, noticing it looked much like Jimin’s, except it was a new one. She opened it, seeing that Yoongi must’ve set it up for her.

“Wow…” She whispered in amazement, feeling its smooth surface.

“Maybe I should start planning.” She mumbled to herself before doing a little research, finding a file that Yoongi included in her laptop, having her free to use if it helped with planning the big mission.

After a few minutes that turned into hours, (Y/N) wrote down numerous things such as locations and people that may or may not connect to either Banjo or Mr Han, giving her a better chance into getting her hands on that one disc.

She then came across a photo of a man, a photo taken with Mr Han. The two were smiling, hands clasped together. (Y/N) tilted her head slightly, analyzing the photo. There was a handwritten note on the side, Mr Han, Weis Minjae, 2012, it read. She hummed in curiosity as scrolled through more photos, seeing that this Weis Minjae appeared in more photos the farther she went through the file. He was a rather middle-aged looking man, just like Mr Han. There was also another man shown in the picture, however, there was no name. (Y/N) bit her lip, writing down about his appearance, thinking that it may be useful for later use.

She then came across a photo with Weis Minjae with Mr Han pointing at the man with a gun, almost looking like he was threatening him.

Widening her eyes, her curiosity grew more until her office door opened, revealing Jungkook. The two youngest members send each other smiles, “What’s up Gukkie?” (Y/N) asked and Jungkook walked over to where she sat, sitting down on one of the chairs placed in front of her desk.

“We’re going to some party tonight for some business shit.” Jungkook shrugged as (Y/N) hummed with a nod, “Oh okay, are we all going?” She asked as Jungkook nodded, “Yeah, so Jin hyung sent me here to tell you. Apparently, we have to wear something fancy.” Jungkook grumbled, leaning back in the chair, looking around, “You’re office is nice.” He says quietly as (Y/N) thanked him before turning her laptop towards him, pointing at the Weis Minjae man, “Do you recognize this man? Or this one?” She asked, pointing at the two men as Jungkook leaned forward, examining the photo before shaking his head.

“Nuh uh, why, do you know him?” He asked as (Y/N) sighed, shaking her head, “N-No I don’t… Although, I feel like he can be a part of all this if you know what I mean…” She trailed off, looking at the photo before looking at Jungkook. Jungkook gave her a soft look, “Well, don’t worry noona, we’ll get through this. Maybe Namjoon or Yoongi hyung has an idea about him, who knows? It doesn’t hurt to ask.” Jungkook smiled, causing (Y/N)’s expression to break into a small smile as well, agreeing with him.

“Yeah, you’re right, I should.” She says as Jungkook examined the photo once more, furrowing his brow, “Wait…” He mumbled, “I know that guy.” He says, referring to the unknown man in the photo.

(Y/N) stood up, “You do?” She questioned as Jungkook nodded, getting up as well, “Y-Yeah… He’s a technician,” He says, “He used to work for GOT7 before they cut ties with him.” Jungkook scratched the back of his neck, “Do you know why they stopped working with him?"

"He started working for that Han guy.”

Jungkook sighed, “And you never know, may he has some connections with that Weis guy too.” (Y/N) looked down at the photo before sighing, closing the screen. “I suppose that’s true,” She says before bringing her laptop into her arms, “Thank you anyway, Gukkie.”

“No problem.” He says as they both start to walk out of her office, “We should get going. Jin hyung wants us all to get ready early so we can leave early.” Jungkook scoffed before grinning, “But knowing Jin hyung, he likes to go into parties late just so everyone catches a glimpse of him once he enters the doors.” Saying this left (Y/N) in giggles.

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(THIS IS SO BORING I KNOW OH GOGOGOG)

While Jimin took a shower, (Y/N) took her time to put on her makeup. If she was being honest, it was her first time applying makeup on but after watching a few tutorials, she was able to pull through the struggle amazingly. After applying matte lipstick, a pretty rosy oak colour, she took one good look at herself, softly smiling at her appearance. She ran a hand through her hair which was now curled.

She unplugged her phone from its charger, sliding the device in her purse before walking over to the dress that was laid out on her shared bed. It fitted their theme for tonight, just simple black. It was a pretty black midi dress that was designed to be seen as a long sleeve, an asymmetric dress that had ruched sides from the waist down. Simple but pretty, She thought before stripping off the clothes she was wearing and quickly slipped on the dress before Jimin or any of the other members could walk in.

Just after slipping on the dress, the washroom door opens. Jimin walked out of the steamy room, wrapping a towel around his neck, dabbing his face with it. Once he notices (Y/N), who was sitting on their bed, his lips curve into a small smile, “(Y/N).”

The small girl looked up, flicking her eyes over to Jimin, “Hey, Jimin.” She says, placing her hands on her lap, “How was your shower?” She asked, slightly cringing at herself as to why she would ask that. “Good,” He says, “To be honest, I thought I would be the first to get ready but here you are, looking like God’s gift from heaven.”

(Y/N)’s breath hitched which led up to her lightly coughing, feeling all the oxygen in her body leave, “W-What did you just say?”

Jimin, clearly unfazed by her question, walked over to his dresser, grabbing his favourite cologne in hands, spritzing a bit on high points. (Y/N) watched Jimin, seeing that he wore a dark grey long sleeve under a black blazer along with black slacks. Jimin then quickly walked over to his closet, grabbing black dress shoes before walking over to their bed, taking a seat as he slipped them on. Seeing that he started to put his shoes on, (Y/N) slipped on her four-inch heels.

Once Jimin was done, he got up, “Shall we go?” He asked and (Y/N) nodded, “Y-Yeah, I’m ready.” She says as Jimin helped her out of the bed, (Y/N) slightly wobbling but she managed. She stood up in front of him as Jimin scanned her hair, to her face, and to her body that fits perfectly in her dress, “Damn, (Y/N),” He quietly groaned, his hand on her waist never leaving, “So fucking beautiful.” He says, leaning down and closer to her face. (Y/N) lightly gasped at how fast he leaned in, her lips parted slightly.

(Y/N) takes a shaky breath, replaying Jimin’s words over and over in her head. Although it’s only been a bit over a month since (Y/N) has known and lived with Bangtan, it only took her about a week since she has realized that she may caught feelings for the man in front of her. Although she was new to this, she couldn’t help but not deny these feelings.

Who was she kidding, she liked him. He was caring, bold, undeniably adorable and so much more to her. The way he challenges her and others through his words and actions to the way he truly showed how much he cared for her, she loved every single bit.

And with Jimin complimenting her like this, she couldn’t help but feel weak in the knees, not wanting to feel or look vulnerable in front of his eyes.

Jimin licked his lips, staring into her eyes and (Y/N) did the same, blushing deeply when their noses meet. “I want to remember you like this.” He whispered as (Y/N) let out a sigh, “Y-You don’t mean that…” She mumbled shyly, looking away with an awkward smile. Jimin clenched his jaw, his brows slightly furrowed as he brought her chin into his fingers, “What makes you think I don’t?”

Before (Y/N) could answer, their bedroom door opened. Jimin let out a sigh, giving (Y/N) a soft smile before gently letting go of her chin, his hand leaving her waist. (Y/N) gave out a shy smile before looking over at who came in, seeing Hoseok and Taehyung.

Hoseok was smirking whereas Taehyung had his mouth slightly gaped before closing his mouth. The two were both wearing something similar to Jimin’s. Taehyung had his silver hair slightly wavy, almost a messy look yet very fresh looking with his ears flickering every now and then under his headband. With Hoseok, his blonde hair middle-parted, revealing his glorious forehead. For a cyborg, he was handsome as hell.

But here they were, staring at (Y/N) and Jimin with shocked yet teasing expressions, “Ready to go?” Hoseok asked as (Y/N) nodded, “Yes, we are.” She says, looking at Jimin, who was only looking at her. Jimin nodded, “Yeah, let’s go.” He says as (Y/N) nodded, walking out the door with Hoseok.

Jimin watched (Y/N)’s figure as she walked out, sighing as he wished the two boys weren’t there to ruin the moment. Taehyung then walked up to him, a smirk already present on his face. “The tension in here is fucking intense. I feel it.” He says and Jimin hummed in annoyance, already knowing what was bound to happen with Taehyung’s constant teasing.

“Let’s go.” Is all Jimin says as Taehyung giggled, skipping out of the door with Jimin.

“Wow, (Y/N), you look absolutely beautiful.” Namjoon smiled at her as she reached the bottom of the stairs. “Thank you.” She says with a smile as Jin agreed before looking at the rest of his members, “Aren’t I beautiful too, boys?” He asked as none of the answered. Jin scoffed, “What kind of children did I raise…” Jin muttered to himself as he motioned all of them to follow him.

“Our limousine is waiting out there for us,” Yoongi says as they all walk towards the front door.

(Y/N) had to admit, every one of the members looked incredibly handsome tonight, especially with the dark clothes that they wore that went well with their neatly styled hair.

The eight climbed into the vehicle as (Y/N) plopped down between Yoongi and Jimin. “Who’s party are we attending?” Jimin asked and Jin hummed, “GOT7’s.” He answers and (Y/N) tilted her head, “I’m sure you’ll meet them tonight, (Y/N).” Yoongi says, “They’re really good people.” Namjoon nodded, “Yes, they really are as we will be attending a business meeting as the rest of you are partying.” He chuckled.

“Business about what?” Jungkook asked, “We’re asking them if they’re willing to take part of (Y/N)’s big mission.”

(Y/N) felt her lips curve into a smile, “Really?” She asked and Hoseok nodded, “Yes, they already knew about your situation even before we met you.” Namjoon then looked at (Y/N), “Once I mentioned about the mission, they immediately accepted. They found you a very interesting person and they can’t wait to meet you tonight.”

“I wonder how Jackson and BamBam are going to react when they see (Y/N),” Taehyung says with a giggle. Jimin sighed, “Oh fuck, once Jackson’s eyes land on (Y/N),” Jungkook says and Jimin grumbled, “I mean, who wouldn’t though.” Taehyung says. Before Jimin could playfully glare at Taehyung, (Y/N) gasps quietly in awe, looking out the window.

The mansion’s exterior was absolutely beautiful. (Y/N) thought that there must be amazing views in each room. “Wow…” (Y/N) says in awe, “This home looks like it was built inspired by monuments.” She says, causing for the boys chuckle at her. There were fountains, gardens, and so much more.

The vehicle stopped right where the entrance was. Jimin got out quickly, having his hand out, reaching for (Y/N). She grabbed his hand, thanking him as she carefully got out of the care with Jimin’s help. Jimin gave her a soft look as they both walked up the front stairs.

There were two guards standing by the entrance as one of them held out their hands, “Invitations?” He asked as Namjoon nodded, handing him eight tickets as the guard looked at every one of them before handing it back to Namjoon, “Go right on ahead.” He says.

Namjoon led them as they all entered the GOT7 residence. Although the party had just started, there were many people already. However, inside was beautiful as it was outside. It amazed her as the foyer was lit brightly with the gigantic diamond chandelier that was centred between the two grand staircases. The room across the foyer was slightly dimmed, lights flashing like some sort of sophisticated club along with an open bar.

“A dance floor?” Jungkook asked excitedly as Taehyung jumped, “Alcohol! Let’s go Kookie!” And with that, the two young boys left the group, leaving the rest chuckling with their behaviour. “Well, Jin and Yoongi hyung and I will be attending the business meeting now. Go on and fun you guys.” Namjoon says with a smile, mainly looking at (Y/N). “Make some friends, okay, (Y/N)?” Jin says as they walk away.

Hoseok chuckled before placing a hand on Jimin's shoulder, “I’ll be in the billiard room, Minhyuk and Jooheon are meeting me there. Let loose guys~!” And with that, Hoseok left without giving (Y/N) a chance to talk. (Y/N) smiled sheepishly, looking around as she spotted Jimin, who was simply smirking at her. “Wanna have a drink?” He asked as (Y/N) hesitated before nodding, “S-Sure!” Although (Y/N) hasn’t tasted alcohol once in her life, she was excited to taste her first drink, especially by sharing the moment with Jimin

Walking into the dance room, there were many men and women either talking, dancing, drinking, or doing all three. (Y/N) watched with curiosity, watching a group of women take down shots like a piece of cake, it truly amazed her. The two made their way to the bar as Jimin swiftly asked for to drinks from the bartender before turning to (Y/N).

Although the lights in the room we pretty dim, Jimin could see every one of (Y/N)’s features as clearly as he could in the daylight. He noticed the way that some parts of her hair seemed to shine in the soft illumination from the bar light as he observed with interest, a quickening feeling sensation in his chest at the way she smiled so brightly and sweetly that the corners of his own lips automatically curve upward at the sight of her dimples.

“You’re beautiful,” He blurted out. (Y/N) blinked several times as she lightly gasped for air, shocked at his words once again. She cleared her throat, “T-Thank you.” She says the bartender finally materializes their drink.

Jimin hands her the shot of whiskey as he had a shot of his own. “This is your first time tasting alcohol, right?” He asked as (Y/N) nodded excitedly, “Yeah, it is. Will it taste bad?” She asked and Jimin chuckled, “That’s for you to judge.” He says before clinking his glass with hers, “To your first shot.” He says before connecting the glass shot to his lips, quickly downing the shot within seconds.

(Y/N) watched him, tilting the glass over her lips, drinking it until the last drop. She set the small glass on the counter rather roughly as Jimin watched her every move at her expression. He laughed at (Y/N)’s disgusted expression, “How was it?” He asked, a few laughs coming out every now and then. (Y/N) let out little grumbles before weakly smiling at him, “I-I-It… Was okay… Kinda worse than I thought to be honest.” She sighed as a wave of dizziness washed over her.

Suddenly, the DJ at the front of the room started to spin to another tune, slower this time than the other upbeat songs. He taps on the mic, “Let’s take this slow.” He says as most people started to pair up, dancing slowly to the music, “This is all for the lovebirds. Enjoy everyone~”

(Y/N) watched everyone sway softly to the music, pretty surprised at how fast everyone transitioned to the music. She then turned to Jimin who was looking quite uncertain as he leaned closer, looking as if he wasn’t sure about something.

“Hey.” He mumbled, “Hey…?” She says but sounding more like a question, a bit uncertain with Jimin’s expression. She stepped back but he moves closer.

“(Y/N)… Dance with me,” He says with an unreadable expression on his face.

She stared at him dumbfoundedly, fiddling with her fingers, “Dance? I-I’ve never danced before so I’m not really good at this sort of thing…” She says, clearly embarrassed. Jimin shook his head, “Well, that’s not stopping me from wanting to dance with you still.” He says, making a bold move as he held her hand softly.

“And besides, I used to dance when I was younger,” He says, looking away embarrassingly before looking back at her, “I can teach you.” He says. (Y/N) was in awe, “Really? You mean it? You really want to dance with me?” She asked and he nodded his head eagerly yet smoothly, “Yeah.” He says softly before dragging her to the dance floor, his hand still holding hers.

The two navigate their way through the dancing people until Jimin found an empty spot.

Jimin slowly closes the remaining distance between them, placing his hands on her hips, (Y/N) lightly twitching at the contact. “Now, you put your arms around my neck.” He instructed, smiling warmly as she does exactly what he says. Once she placed warms around his neck, he inhaled deeply at the contact. However, this only made Jimin move closer, pressing his body against hers as they sway to the slow and steady rhythm. (Y/N) couldn’t tear her eyes away from him as he stared into her eyes.

(Y/N) was mesmerized just from his eyes alone as he beckoned her to stay with him. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers, truly an affectionate gesture that (Y/N) wished to capture forever.

(Y/N) held in a breath as Jimin suddenly buries his nose in the crook of her neck, causing for (Y/N) lose her breath once more at the contact. Noticing that she wasn’t doing much, she placed a hand on his cheek, smiling softly as she laid her head on his, her cheek meeting contact with his.

“J-Jimin,” She breathes, almost sounding like a mixture of a moan and a whimper. “(Y/N),” Jimin murmured, inhaling her aroma, peaches and chocolate.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Jimin says truthfully. (Y/N) didn’t, not knowing that Jimin was lost with her and did not ever want to get out of the beautiful madness. (Y/N) hummed in acknowledgement, “And you have no idea how you make me feel…” She mumbled.

If (Y/N) was being honest, the only thing holding her back was about her whole situation, from Mr Han to Banjo, the lab to the big mission. Although (Y/N) was going to try her best, as well with the other members, she couldn’t help but have that one thought, thinking that this plan wasn’t going to work. And once this mission happens, she wouldn’t know if she would make it out with Bangtan or with Mr Han in the end.

Sensing that (Y/N) was being overwhelmed with emotions, Jimin slides his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he pressed his forehead against hers once more. “Hey,” He says in a soft tone, “It’ll be okay, we’ll make sure that everything will go alright, and I’ll be damn sure that they do. And believe me when I say this, but I will pay for what he did to you and your mother.” He promised.

“I-I know,” She sighed, “And I will make sure your first is the last thing Banjo sees.” She says and Jimin chuckled at slightly dark humour.

And I’ll make sure that you’ll be standing by my side, no matter what.

WELL DAMN. so much tension in this, i rlly dont know it just kinda came out & i rlly felt like i had to be rlly descriptive about their feelings more so ye, here it is, i hoped yall enjoyed it although it was pretty boring omg i was cringing but itll all be worth in the end

and what i mean by worth it in the end, i mean like uuuuuuh there are some um foreshadow (?) or like hints for future chapters ?!?!

okay im done, LOL its 3 in the morning, i was playing superstar bts all day rather than typing this up omg

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noctlalune · 6 years

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Moodboard, grunge, 11:11 and marble please!! If they're too personal tho i'm sorry just leave them out 💖💘

HELLO!!!! Just a warning for people, this is all quite personal, and I’ll be referring to things such as mental illness, homophobia and abusive households in some capacity. So if that’s not ur jam please don’t read this ask I want y'all to be safe!

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Moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhoodWell considering in about 15 minutes (edit:I typed this last night) I’ll no longer be a child I guess childhood was okay? We got out just in time, and mum did a good job when she became well enough to again. Things still aren’t great but its coolio. I’ll get there. I’d be afraid to say no as it’d just dishonour our attempts. My current friends are really the best thing about my youth and for that I thank them.

Grunge: who in the world would you like to receive a letter from and what would it say?There was a Norwegian girl I met at scout camp and I cannot remember her name to save myself. I sat with her friends for ages one night and it was amazing like we played the ukulele and just had good bants. She was beautiful and kind and talented (a moment of silence for all the gay moments we didn’t know were gay). She wore sunglasses!!! She was so cool and her accent uggHh! Unfortunately we forgot to exchange contacts thinking we’d see each other again, but I missed her and I cried for 3 hours about it. So I’d like to know how she is. What she’s doing and things like that. A reminder of her name. God I really liked her. So moral of the story don’t say “I’ll get them later” because you maybe won’t.

11:11: name 3 wishes and why you wish for them.

I wish I could play instruments, specifically drums and guitar. Now I’m older I understand the value of music more, and the significance of playing it. It feels good to create that way but I feel like I’m not entitled to say that. Lessons are too expensive so I guess I’ll never pick it up.

Really just for my friends to be healthy. Do what’s right for them and try their best but stay safe while doing so :D They’re so good and deserve nothing but the best.

Coming out is a biggie. I’m a point where I’ve never felt less me in my life, without ranting on too deep. So this would be a major thing to do, as it can let me breathe because holding your breath is excruciating after a while. It’s a bigger weight than I’ll admit and things regarding this topic just upset me and it just isolates me even more from like,,the world? By doing that I think I could do a lot in regards to my appearance too because yeah I’m ew. A lot of its internalised so it could help break that down to something much more manageable. It’s too dangerous in reality bc of my mum and her fucking fiancé who loses his shit at dudes on the telly so I guess I’ll just need to deal with it.

Marble: what is the most important thing to you right now?Again, my friends because not much else matters tbh. They mean sm to me and have all taught me a lot. It means loads that they are accepting and kind, balancing out my bitterness. We have good group memories, and I have a lot of memories with each individual. Sometimes I feel as though I’m bad to them, which is something they don’t deserve and it is my responsibility to stop being a waste of space and step up to the plate. Often my affection is not physical because reasons but I do care about y'all more than anything and I’m confident that we’ll keep in contact through uni too.

THANKS KATIE FOR SUCH A GOOD DAY I LOV U SO MUCH I STAN U LOVR 💕💕💕 sorry this is a shitty answer oof I have a busy head

#srry I'm so bad aaaaaaa #katie #bloodsweatandhoseok #ask #answered

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farfromreality1 · 7 years

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Two Little Syllables

Hanamercy Week: Day 2: Domestic Fluff / Family

Words: 1,432

Summary: Hana tries to get her baby to say her first words.

“Umma. Momma. Um-Mah. Mah-ma. Just say either one.” Hana has been repeating this for almost half an hour now with her youngest baby Nadja, but the blonde baby girl only looks back at her with big innocent brown eyes, tilting her head a little bit to the side as she makes grabby motions with her chubby little hands at Hana, clearly not understanding what her mother wants from her.

“C’mon Nady, you can do it! I believe in you!”

Pat.

In response, Nadja only places both her tiny hands on either side of Hana’s face and starts to squish, happy high pitched giggles escaping from her lips. Hana lets out a small frustrated sigh as she gently pries Nadja’s little hands away with one hand while keeping her other arm around the baby so that she doesn’t fall over.

“C’mon Nady, just say Umma or Momma. I’ll be really really happy when you do, and it’ll be a cool surprise for Momma when she gets home.”

Hana tries to have Nadja focus again at the task at hand, but the baby seems too occupied with the squeaky toy she’s currently chewing on while babbling incoherently. Hana decides to just watch her for a bit, setting the speech thing aside for now.

When Nadja finally stops chewing to look up at Hana, she drops the saliva covered toy which rolls down the length of the front of Hana’s shirt and continues its path down, damping Hana’s shorts in its wake. Hana makes a face.

“Normally, I’d be more grossed out by the fact that I’m now covered in saliva, but you’re just way too cute for your own good, so I’ll let it slide.”

Nadja lets out a series of giggles and jumbled babbles while reaching for Hana’s face again, and Hana honestly can’t take the amount of cuteness being displayed in front of her.

So cuuuute!

It’s then when Hana hears the front door to the house open and the familiar sound of keys jingling and boots clicking on marble floors that lets her know her wife’s home from work.

She turns her head a little to the right and sure enough Angela is standing there removing her coat. The blonde catches Hana’s eyes on her.

“Hello, darling.”

“Welcome back, Angela!”

Angela smiles at the sight before her, Hana on the couch with Nadja snugly perched on her lap. She walks over to the duo and bends down to give her wife a kiss before doing the same to Nadja who gets a hold of her bangs and pulls.

Angela is startled by the sudden tug on her scalp, but Hana finds it all amusing. She doesn’t even help Angela as her wife attempts, and fails, to get Nadja to let go of her hair.

“Uh, darling? I require assistance.”

“But it’s funny watching you struggle LOL.”

“Hana please! She’s going to end up actually removing hair off my scalp.”

“Okaaaayyy, fine. I’ll get her to stop.”

Hana reaches down beside her to grab something small and yellow then brings it up directly at the baby’s line of sight. Nadja’s eyes light up at the sight of the forgotten chew toy which she eagerly takes back from Hana’s hand, finally releasing Angela from her grip.

Angela lets out a relieved sigh. “Thank you.”

Just then, tiny, but loud, footsteps can be heard thudding from the second floor, which then moves towards the staircase, then down from a hallway, and finally, their almost four-year old twin girls come into view.

“Momma!”

“You’re home!”

Mi-Rae and Yeong-Ju are both running at full speed towards Angela before slowing down a bit so they can each claim a leg to hug.

“Oof!” Angela nearly loses her balance at the impact, but she luckily manages to stay up. Hana chuckles at the sight. It’s always like this every time either of them come home from work.

“We missed you!” The twins say in unison.

Angela laughs lightly and does her best to bend down and pat each of their head as they hold onto her legs tightly. “I missed you too my little angels.”

The twins both giggle in response. They then let go of Angela’s legs to mimic flying across the living room, both having their arms stretched out as they jump and run around.

“Look Momma! We’re flying!”

“Yeah, just like angels do!”

Angela just nods in agreement, a smile making its way to her lips.

“Maybe one day you two can have wings just like your Momma.”

The wives watch as the twins stop in their tracks and turn to look at Hana, their blue eyes widening at her words. They both then start to scramble towards the couch, their tiny ponytails bobbing along with their movements.

“Woah! Really Umma?!”

“We can get wings like you Momma?!”

They both look back up at Angela while Angela brings her hand up over her mouth to stifle a laugh before nodding in confirmation.

“Yep, but only if you practice enough. You need to earn your wings. It won’t be easy, but I’m pretty sure you both could do it.”

“Wow, that’s so cool!”

“We promise to practice everyday!”

Angela smiles at their loud enthusiasm. They definitely got that from Hana.

“♪ ♫ We’re gonna have wings like Momma! We’re gonna have wings like Momma! ♪ ♫”

The twins start singing this as they “practice” flying around the room. Hana gives them both a thumbs up, careful not to drop or jostle Nadja in the process, while Angela pretends like she’s giving them serious advice on how to improve their flight techniques. Hana at this point has turned Nadja around to watch her older sisters’ antics.

“How about you Nadja? Do you want wings?”

The baby doesn’t respond, too distracted watching her energetic older sisters run around. They’re still singing.

“♪ ♫ We’re gonna have wings like Momma! ♪ ♫”

Hana continues to watch them as Angela takes a seat next to her. Angela looks over at Nadja who is still staring at her older sisters. Angela takes hold of one of her little hands, gently rubbing her thumb over it. She chuckles.

“Hm, she’s captivated.”

Hana looks at Nadja smiling then nods. “Completely.”

Nadja then tilts her head a bit and slowly brings her chew toy down. She blinks and then-

“Mm..”

Both Hana and Angela freeze. Did Nadja just–?

Their baby tries again. “Mm…”

Hana then turns Nadja around as quickly as she possibly can without hurting her baby in the process and with Angela’s help, starts to encourage her to continue with her efforts.

“Yes! You got it Nady! Say Momma.”

“C’mon sweetheart! You can do it!”

The twins stop their practice when they hear their mothers cheer on their baby sister. Intrigued, they make their way over to the couch.

“Oooo! What’s going on?”

“Yeah, is Nadja okay?”

With Angela to Hana’s right, the twins squeeze in as close at they can to watch from her left. Nadja turns to look at them, giggling then-

“Mm…”

The twins start giggling too. Now they understand what’s gotten their moms so hyped.

“She’s trying to say it!”

“Yeah, she’s trying to say Momma!”

Now they’re all encouraging Nadja and cheering her on, only now, it’s much rowdier with the twins in tow.

“Go Nadja! It’s easy, see watch me. Momma.”

This goes on for several more minutes and Angela and Hana think they might have frightened Nadja a bit with their cheering when the baby finally tries again.

“Mm…”

They all hold their breaths.

“..mm..”

Nadja continues to hum out the sound until finally, she reaches over to touch Hana’s face again.

Pat.

“…ma.”

Next thing Hana knows there are high pitched squealing coming from her left.

She did it!

Hana’s so proud.

“Nadja!!! You did it!”

Hana carefully brings Nadja closer, hugging her tiny body. She’s starts to feel herself cry, but it’s whatever, she’s just so happy right now.

She pulls back a bit to look at Nadja and the baby just squishes her face again.

“Ma..ma.”

Hana just nods, really loving the sound of Nadja’s small voice referring to her. From Hana’s right, Angela shifts a bit so she can gently comb her fingers through Nadja’s hair, while wiping a few tears of her own away. Nadja turns to look at her and starts giggling again and with one hand, starts to make grabby motions at Angela.

“Ma..ma!”

Angela can’t stop the smile from forming on her lips. She bends down and gives Nadja’s tiny hand a kiss.

“Yes sweetie. We’re right here.”

#hanamercy #hanamercyweek #dvamercy #hanamercy day 2 #prompt: fluff / family #mine*#my writing

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pleasecallmel · 5 years

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Ouch Oof My Heterosexuality

I slept with a man the other day. When I met him for coffee I did not expect I’d soon be at his cottage, stark naked and in taboo bliss. Ive always kinda known I was a lil different but never acted on it actively. There are times growing up I crushed on boys, kissed them during spin the bottle, and high school locker rooms were a feast for the eyes. One time my best friend and I shoplifted a few Four Locos and went back to my house. Once mom was asleep we drank them and began to explore each other. it felt so wrong, yet so cliche. Even with all that I bottled it up, denied my feelings and lived life satisfied with girls and it’s been comfortable. My Gf and I are in an open relationship and have been together for 2 years. We met in college and instantly vibed. Yet we went from sex every night, to maybe once a month at most. She also knew she wasn’t “normal.” Growing up in a strict midwest household, she never had the opportunity to experiment. In order for us to stay together we had to open the relationship, as my libido was putting too much pressure on her. I would troll Tinder and lower my expectations until I got a bite. It was never as satisfying as sleeping with my GF though, the love we would make was so comfortable and wholesome. Hookup culture puts so much pressure on the participants to satisfy each other at the cost of personal satisfaction. I always felt I had to do my best and not disappoint, even at the cost of mine own enjoyment. The GF also used this freedom to explore her own sexuality, and found with some experimentation that she did in-fact prefer sex with other women. I’m so proud of her for being brave, although it took a lot of hypocritical pep-talks by yours truly. After another dissatisfying hookup with the opposite sex, it was time for me to stop switching Tinder to m4m mode and lurk each time I was drunk and do it sober. I matched with a man I’ve met before at a rock climbing/arial performance gym and agreed to meet at a local coffeeshop we both frequent. Please bare in mind I’ve never told anyone other than a very slim few about my questionable sexuality. In private, I’ve always enjoyed Straight pornography over lesbian and fantasized playing both rolls. MFM threesomes and orgies always seemed alluring. MTF, trans, and femboys always had a special place in my... “heart.” I could never tell if I wanted to sleep with femboys, or be one. Anyways back to the caffe, we got coffee and found a spot at the bar and talked about ourselves and our hobbies before the whole reason we were there finally came up. My heart was beating so fast when we first kissed. I was comfortable even though we were in the crowded caffe and the baristas recognize me. something about the kiss felt normal. I got the same satisfaction I do with women. It was fascinating and I was captivated. After a few more kisses and our coffee was gone, he invited me to his tiny house he shares with his husband who was working at the time (yes they are open too). I met his 3 adorable black cats and played with them as the tension built and the energy got intense. Idk what made me do it but I climbed onto his bed and without words he followed. Foreplay started light and we slowly undressed each other and teased. His body looked as if it were chiseled from fresh marble, his eyes a piercing blue, and his hair a soft silky gold. It felt so comfortable and warm in his arms. We explored each other for some time. It somehow evolved and obviously transpired that I am a total bottom. I felt so effeminate yet I was in love with the feeling (”She Wolf” by Shakira is deadass my jam now). I felt so desired and appreciated. With women Ive always been in control and took a traditional role. My body is more masculine, from my facial structure to my lean mass, and I’ve always enjoyed the masculine roll in hetero sex. Yet something came alive in me, I lusted to be consumed, I lusted to lose control, I lusted to be his bottom. It was the most pure and intense thing Ive ever felt. We cuddled after and for the 1st time I was a little spoon and it felt like home. After some time I needed to take care of responsibilities and headed home. We plan on meeting again soon and I cannot wait! Now how does this effect my Identity? I am confident In saying I’m Bisexual but goddamn I’m kicking myself it took me this long enough to get to this conclusion, hah.

1/28/20 Boy am I over Caffeinated rn.

#comingoutstory

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glowstickia · 7 years

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Detective Guerra & the Missing Heirlooms

Chapter three: Friday - Noon Thirty pm

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two] [AO3]

Special thanks to @monstrblood for the help pushing me through this.

Isabel’s eyes glanced at her paper again. The address hastily scribbled on the back of an old, faded receipt was smudged. Was that a 2…..or a 5… She sighed and stuffed it back in her pocket as she continued walking along the white wrought iron fencing. She parked her car a couple blocks away, relatively hidden.

She pulled out her phone again. Noon. Wait. 12:28. Isabel shoved her phone back into her jacket pocket just as an arm linked up with hers. The flash of pink and curly blonde hair from her peripheral told her exactly who it was.

“How long were you waiting to do that?” Isabel asked, staring straight ahead. The white fencing stopped momentarily as a large, foreboding, golden gate with jagged bolts of lightning contrasting the curling of clouds at the top of the gate’s arch.

Suzy leaned on Isabel’s shoulder, her pink shades glistened in the sunlight. She grinned mischievously. “Since you parked your car.”

Isabel’s lips thinned. Right, she saw her car last night, course. “And you decided to hang on to me now cause-?”

“Oh!” Suzy let go and twirled in front of Isabel. Her pink floral dress spun, showing off her knees briefly. “We passed the entrance.” She pointed with her finely manicured, glitter pink nail, at the shimmering golden gate.

Isabel stared at the golden gate, then at the numbers on the Greek column like structure on either side of the gate, before pulling out her receipt and sighed. It was a 5. "So, Mr. Rich-and-Famous lives here." Her mouth twitched a grimace.

Suzy waved her hand. "Pff, please, more like his parents are loaded and he's too full of himself to go off on his own and start something." She patted her shoulder bag and pulled out a tube of lip gloss. After a quick smear and pucker of lips, she winked at the detective. “Course, we’ll use that against him.”

Isabel blinked. Her eyes shifted to Suzy’s full outfit. Floral dress, white closed toed dress shoes, her face covered in makeup and glitter. Overdressed. The girl was overdressed. “You’re...gonna flirt information out of him aren’t you.”

Suzy grinned and flashed her eyes. “It worked on you didn’t it?”

Heat rose to Isabel’s cheeks. “Now wait a minute-”

Suzy was already at the intercom, pressing the button to speak. “Helloooooo, anyone want an interview? It’s Suzy from the paper, I called in yesterday.”

Isabel tuned out the conversation as she drank in the estate. The extensive Parthenon like structure felt...out of place compared to the skyscrapers and the other mansions in the neighborhood. Sure, each one had their own style and could use their empty rooms to shelter more than just a small family, but to each their own. The gray clouds above choked out any lasting rays of the sun. She inhaled. Moisture in the air.

Suzy bounced ahead as the golden gate, losing its glittering luster, opened for them. Isabel followed behind, hands in her leather jacket pockets. The gates closed behind them as they followed along the extensive driveway lined with concrete urns and shrubbery. Each urn had two symbols carved into them. A two pronged spear wrapped in by a bell shaped flowers Isabel didn't recognize. Isabel's eyes shifted up towards movement on the second floor. The curtain swayed, but it was too dark to see anything unusual. Suzy quickly bolted up the stairs at the front entrance before smoothing out the skirt of her dress. She gave Isabel a once over. "I meant to mention this sooner, but what's with the leather?" Isabel shrugged. "My brother had gotten soda on my good jacket, chill, I look fine." Before Suzy could potentially flirt or make a harsh remark, the massive front doors opened.

Isabel had seen rich and snooty people before. The khaki shorts, light blue sweater draped over shoulders, with pastel shirt, yep, seen the preppy look a few times. But, the bright orange hair screamed misused hair dye and god, she could not stop staring at the boat shoes. Crocs, her brother made her tolerate, but...boat shoes.

He grinned, showing off his unnaturally white teeth. “Ah, hello.” He stuck out his hand to Suzy.

She plastered a warm smile on her face and shook his hand vigorously. “Nice to meet you in person Mr. O’Connor.”

He chuckled. Actually, chuckled. "Oh please, Mr. O'Connor is my father. Call me Isaac." That's it, Isabel wanted to gag, but remaining professional took over her body language. She forced a grin. "Hello, Mr. Isaac." She shook his hand. His was limp in her iron grip. Explained why he hadn’t left his parent's estate. Yet. Recognition crossed his face. "Wait, aren't you the detective on the heirloom case? I thought we had that settled already. Where's your snarky partner?" Isabel blinked. "Uh, well you see-" "You see-" Suzy cut in, "I asked her join me along on, for my column. To get some facts about the case and learn more about you of course!" Isaac nodded, released what little grip he had, and motioned them inside. "I see. Come in."

Isabel had been inside the O’Connor manor before but… She couldn't stop herself from staring in awe. The marble grand staircase lead to opposite sides of the second floor. Armor, busts of old Greek gods, some ancient looking weaponry, the golden crystal chandelier hanging dangerously over their heads, it was...classy.

Suzy didn't seem to be swayed by the grandiosity of the interior. Heels clicked on the marble as Isaac lead them to another room. Isabel kept herself from being too amazed by the manor, but seeing ancient artifacts, and cool weapons hanging on the walls as they passed, needless to say keeping a straight face was hard. She glanced down, noticing the sea foam carpet. Waves were lined by a thin golden line near the walls. Every so often she'd notice a trident, parting the waves down the middle. Isabel looked up and started speed walking upon realizing the other two had left her behind in the hallway.

She slowed her pace, neither seemed to have noticed she was missing. Or, at least she thought neither noticed. Isaac turned, smug as ever. "And this ladies, is our library." Shelves lined the walls, with books upon books placed neatly on every shelf. Various artifacts sat among the books. A black helmet next to the reference books. A large geo full of amethyst sat next to the fantasy books. Someone's baseball in a glass casing resting among the biographies and history of sports. A couple golden ladders rested against the shelves, ready to be moved for epic pirate battles, or to just reach the higher shelves.

Suzy whistled. "Surprised you haven't opened up the ceiling to add another level of library.”

Isaac laughed. "Well you see my sis-sibling wouldn't be too keen on that idea. That'd be their room just above us." Isabel raised an eyebrow.

"So," Suzy rummaged around her bag. She pulled out her notepad and a fuzzy pink pen, "we startin the interview or what?"

Isaac blinked. "OH!" he face palmed but quickly regained composure, "right right forgot what you two were here for." They pulled up a chair at one of the large center tables. Isaac sat across from Suzy and Isabel. He steepled his fingers. "So, what do you need to know?"

Suzy’s finger gently brushed her bag on the side as she laid it on the table. She pressed her pen on a fresh page. " Tell me a bit about yourself." Isaac rubbed the back of his neck as his cheeks flushed red. "Oof where to begin? Uh," he frowned for a moment, "born out of state during a bad storm. My biological father split with Mom when I was real young and she remarried almost a year later." He stared off into space between Suzy and Isabel. "I grew up here. Went off to college. Graduated, and well," he shrugged, "here I am."

Suzy scribbled on her pad and nodded. "So, college huh?" "Yep. Art school." His face grew sour for a moment. "Not fond memories I take it? Pretty hard to find work with art degrees." Isaac sighed, slumping as he did. "Tell me about it. They keep telling me finding a job would be easy. Freelancing isn't as cracked up to be." Isabel folded her arms on the table as she leaned forward. "You freelance? Graphic design? Illustration? Or..." She paused, frowning as the terms Ed threw at her a while back blended together. Suzy threw her a look. Isaac took the cue. "Oh I uh, draw mainly. Wouldn't call it illustrations, but it's uh...cartooning of sorts." His fingers twitched as he began tapping the table. "Mainly commission work is what I do. Paying jobs outside of that are, well, a bit of a joke." He slouched back in his chair again. "No one wants to pay an artist."

Isabel shifted in her seat as she leaned back. Her hands gently resting in her lap. "You know, my brother's having trouble entering the art world himself. Sometimes he'd have me double check some jobs he comes across that seems promising, but there are a lot of scams and frauds that sound way too good to be true. Art elitists feel they're entitled to starving artist's work." Isaac nodded vigorously. "Yeah! You get it! It's like how museums were way back when archaeology was first being picked up. They fought over lost treasures and took them home with them to show off as some center piece." Suzy nodded her head to a golden mask hanging on the wall. "Sorta, like the pieces you have around your house?" Isaac's eyebrows scrunched together. "They bought half the stuff in this place. They're just trinkets to them."

"Heirlooms included?" Isabel asked, her face remaining neutral, yet her hand clenched in her lap. He shot Isabel a look. She's seen worse. "Your parents are taking their heirlooms missing kind of well." He huffed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "I can't read their minds. Those heirlooms have been in the family for a while. How long, couldn't tell ya."

Suzy twirled her pen in her hand. She had already flipped to a new, new page. She leaned forward. "So, what can you tell me about that night the heirlooms were stolen?" Isaac briefly looked to Isabel before giving Suzy his full attention. He shifted in his seat. "I'm sure your girlfriend detective here could tell you all about it. Are we through?"

Suzy glared daggers at him. "No, Sir, we are not through." Isaac ignored her and began standing. She slammed her notebook on the table and stood with him. "Sit. Down. The people are wanting to know what happened and getting the full details from the source is better than some dumb police report." Isabel side eyed Suzy. She looked back to Isaac. "One: She's not my girlfriend. Two, I'd sit if I were you. And three, speak to me if you have a problem with me . She has no jurisdiction over me." There was ice in her voice that neither had heard before, the two stared at her for a moment before she arched an eyebrow. "Sit." They both pulled their chairs in as they plopped down into them. Isabel smiled briefly, pleased with herself. She cocked her head slightly, face still neutral. "Now, can you please tell us what happened the night the heirlooms were stolen?"

Isaac folded his arms against his chest. His lower lip clearly out as he angrily looked at the floor.

Suzy snorted. "Aw he's pouting." Isabel smacked Suzy's leg. "OW. The He-" Suzy shrunk back as Isabel stared at her with a clear 'do-not-start' glare.

Isaac cleared his throat and slouched further in his chair. "It was late that night." He mumbled. Isabel adjusted herself in her seat, smoothing out the gray skirt of her dress. "Louder for the reporter Mr. O'Conner."

Isaac slouched lower. His knees slightly higher than the table. "As I was saying." He shouted somewhere behind his knees. "It was late at night. The lampposts outside were already on and I was just chilling in my room doing my usual." Suzy leaned over to Isabel and whispered, "Is that even comfortable?" Isabel placed her index finger to her lips. "What is your usual evening Mr. O'Connor?" "Well," he began, before sliding down even farther in his chair. Isaac grunted as he pushed himself up in his chair. His knees no longer being visible above the table. "When no one else is home I eat my dinner then work on commissions on my computer. Did that until I heard a noise." "What noise did you hear from your room?" Isabel asked.

Isaac shrugged. "Thought I heard something break." He paused. The anger in his eyes had faded almost as quickly as he snapped. He stared at Isabel, trying to read her face. "Have you ever been home alone and spooked by any noise you hear? Cause this place...has quite a few unsettling ones at night." Suzy waved her pen around. "We can talk ghost stories later. What broke O'Connor?"

“A window,” he thumbed behind him, “it's on the opposite side of the house from here.”

Suzy gave Isabel a pleaded whimper. Isabel arched an eyebrow in Suzy’s direction.

“No.”

“Aw, what!?”

Isabel leaned back in her chair. “You wanted the story from him. Let him talk, then we might go see the crime scene.” She rolled her wrist, waving for him to continue.

Isaac's eyes darted between Suzy and Isabel a couple times before resting on the table. "Oh uh, right so I grabbed my flashlight. Gotta have one on hand. And went to investigate the noise." "Why did you investigate the noise?" Isabel asked. Suzy's mouth was open. She closed it and chewed on her lip as she pointedly glared at Isabel, who ignored her. "I wasn't sure if it was just the house or if my bro-...sibling had decided to come in, in the dead of night for a late visit. But when I got downstairs I found the window was broken and open. A tall man with a wide brim hat hiding in the shadows as he worked on the keypad with a think a crowbar..."

“Was your flashlight on or off?” Suzy asked, scribbling down a few notes. Isabel raised an eyebrow at Suzy.

Isaac’s eyebrows scrunched together. “...on.”

“So, what did this guy look like?”

Isaac turned to her. “Well, I immediately turned it off when I noticed it wasn’t anyone I knew.” He sighed. “Course, then he noticed me. I froze in fear, dude told me to punch in the code. So I did. And was knocked out by the crowbar.”

Suzy stared at him and turned to Isabel. "How is he not dead?" "I'm right here." Suzy turned to Isaac. "How are you not dead??"

Isaac opened and closed his mouth. "Well, I had a nasty headache when I woke up?" Isabel leaned on the table, her hand propping her head up. "The medical examiner checked him out. Said he'd have some nasty bruising and that-" Her eyes shifted to Isaac, "he's lucky to be alive."

The medical examiner, Dr. Zarei, hummed to herself. "Well, you're lucky to be alive and coherent." She pulled out her small flashlight and asked him to follow it as she watched his eyes. "I'd keep awake for the next few hours. Keep yourself busy. Do not fall asleep or you'll go into a coma." Zarei motioned Isabel to the side and out of Isaac's earshot. "What's up Doc?" Isabel asked. Zarei's eyes narrowed at Isaac. "Something is not right. This isn't the movies. A blow to the head, as he described earlier doesn't match the bruising." Isabel looked to Isaac before shifting back to the doctor. "Well, he did go through something traumatic. Trauma blows things out of proportion." Zarei hummed again as she removed her yellow gloves. "Keep an eye on him Detective."

Isabel strolled down the driveway, eyes staring at the golden gate. Clacking and strangled yelling made her pause. She looked back, watching Suzy hop around on one foot as she replaced her dress shoe back onto her foot.

"This is why I wear boots." Isabel said as Suzy hurried to catch up with the detective. She huffed. "Not my fault my shoe decided to stay behind."

Isabel checked her watch. 1:45 pm. Her stomach rumbled. Suzy shot a grin. "So, where to next? The precinct?"

Isabel stared at her. "No, I missed lunch. Thought it was going to be provided." Suzy leaned against Isabel and winked. "Good, we'll talk shop at The Silver Candelabra.”

"Isn't that place like, really expensive? Did you inhale too much trust fund air in there?"

Suzy laughed, her grin was a little too wide. “Oh it’ll be fine. My treat.”

Isabel raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so. I was kinda feeling more diner food to be honest.”

Suzy’s face deflated. “Oh.” She quickly regained composure. “What’s the diner you thinking of?”

“It’s not exactly mom & pop style like most are,” Isabel tapped her chin, “But I know the owners. Ever been to the Corner Diner?”

#paranatural #pnat #pnat fic #isabel guerra #glow writes #detective guerra & the missing heirlooms #*claps hands* IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR THE PAST TWO WEEKS GOD #longest chapter ive written so far probs...its like more than half of the first two chapters and is probably 9 pages on my doc

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A Collaborative Spork of “Why?”: a Lord of the Rings Fanfic-- Chapter 4

Time to “enjoy” chapter 4 of this mess with @icykalismsts!

Special thanks to Liz Lemon and Castiel for helping me as snarky as possible.

Chapter 4: Not Quite Home Sweet Home

Hey, it's Nyanko-chan again. I'm writing this next half chapter for my friends.

(Damn the influence you have on me!) However, I'm considering pulling down

this fic.

W: You can’t pull it down any further than it has already sunk.

I put this fic for others to enjoy, and if they don't, well obviously I could

just give the rest of the fic to Crystal-chan now instead of putting her in suspense.

::sigh:: There goes all the fun.

W: That’s my line, buster.

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A little girl from the group walked up to Crystal.

~ Onee-chan (sister), what are we going to do with him? ~

W: For once, author is right about the translation, but it actually means more specifically “Big sister/older sister.”

Sarcastically, she said, "Well jeez, why don't you tell me? YOU'RE the

one caught him!" The girl blushed.

~ Hai, hai. (can mean anything between yes, agreeing, or agreeing in an

offhand way) ~ What do yall think? ~

K: That these “translations” are incredibly intrusive.

W: That “y’all” doesn’t seem like very sophisticated language. And oops, if the author’s translations are intrusive, mine are probably even more so. Sorry, guys.

Several murmurs were heard, saying things

like, "Why not do to him what he did to Crystal-sama?" and such. Comments like

these made Legolas a bit nervous.

Crystal hushed them up with a careless wave of her hand.

W: It was careless because she had knocked over a nearby flower vase.

"No matter what

we do with him, no one, even an ordinary elf deserves this kind of treatment. We'll

take him to the camp, and THEN decide what to do with him."

K: Is it bad that I immediately thought of a prison camp? W: Well, I thought of a concentration camp, so really yours was better than mine.

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Aragorn hurried and woke the others as soon as he got up. As they packed,

they all thought about what could have been bothering Legolas so much about this

stranger that he took off after her without telling anyone.

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When they arrived at the elves camp

W: --which is where young elves undergo training to one day assist Santa in his workshop--

around 10:00 a.m., they closed the

gates and untied him.

K: It is an Elf prison camp! W: Oh god, no!

Crystal gave a mock bow. "Welcome, Prince , to our humble lodgings." As

Legolas looked around, he thought, "I'll be damned if this was humble! This place

puts shame to the city of Mirkwood!" (Was that correct?)

K: No, that’s rude. He should be grateful that he’s in a prison camp, duh.

W: Man, Mirkwood’s really changed, I guess.

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As they were walking down a corridor to Legolas' room, a little thing ran

down the hallway, screaming, ~ Oneeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-chan! You're back! ~

K: Oh. Good thing I didn’t need those eardrums.

Crystal turned around a millisecond too late as the thing, which happened to be an

Elf,

tackled Crystal in a bear hug. They both landed with a big thump on the floor.

~ Iiiiiiiiita!!!

W: She means “itai,” which pretty much is the Japanese equivalent to “Ouch!”

Suppi-chan, what did I tell you about doing that to me while

I'm walking in the MARBLE FILLED rooms?! ~ she mock-scolded.

K: That’s where people’s marbles go when they lose them.

~ The girl

blushed. ~ Gomenasi.

K: Is this what you say when you’re apologizing to a Nazi?

W: Oof. That joke makes me feel guilty after my mentioning the concentration camps. I have to go lay down and think about happy things for a bit. (Also, she means gomen nasai.)

I wasn't thinking when I did. Demo (but), I was so happy

you're safe from your travels! ~

Legolas stared at the girl. * She must be no older then 25 to be that small! *

W: ??? Do girls have a growth spurt after age 25 or something? If so, I better prepare myself, since I’m 25 now, and in fact will be 26 in a few months.

(Okay, I was thinking, "I want Crystal to have a little sister, but I want her to be

more skilled than the average person."

W: “Okay, I want my Sue to have a five-year-old companion, but she has to be better than all the other five-year-olds.”

So I decided that in this fic, and elf may

choose how old he/she likes,

as long as they have already lived that age in human

years.)

W: I have read so many stupid things. But this is still one of the stupidest.

Crystal began get annoyed when he didn't answer her. ' Hello?! Are you coming? '

Than she added slyly. ' Or does the almighty Prince know his way around everywhere,

even when he's never been here before? '

Legolas snapped out of it. When he realized the two were staring at him

oddly, he blushed, and apologized.

Crystal took him to a room, and showed him around it. There was a queen bed,

a view that over looked a beautiful lake, and a nice bathroom with towels, soap, etc.

W: Thanks for that totally not-lazy description.

"You're probably tired, so I'll leave. Feel free to go anywhere, except our

rooms, outside the gate, and wherever the others tell you not to." With that, she left

him to sort out the emotions that he hadn't felt in years.

W: “Well, I’ll put this one in the Sadness pile, and this one in the...hm...Embarrassment or Happiness?...”

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She went into the meeting room where the others were waiting. Actually, it

was a patio in the garden they had.

W: Actually, no one gave a shit.

'What DO we do, Crystal? We can't just let him stay here all happy when it

was HIM that did that to you.'

Crystal thought. ' First thing's first. We need to gain his trust. I want him to

feel the pain that I felt al those years ago.

W: You felt up someone named Al?? How could you??

K: Poor Al. You can call me, Al. And you can call me Betty.

Until then, we need to capture his friends

as well. They're on their way. I left a quite noticeable trail once we entered the

woods.' She smiled.

K: Hansel and Gretel taught her well!

'We should send a welcoming party. It's not nice to leave

your guests in the dangerous forest all by themselves.' The others laughed.

W: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/EverybodyLaughsEnding

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The other rode through the forest. All were wary about the place, even the

Hobbits. Why would the trail that was Hell to follow at first, all a sudden

K[sarcastically]: Hey, you can either have one sudden or all of them. Make up your mind.

be as clear

as day?

W: Worst poem ever, I’m telling you.

As they made their way, they never felt the tiny wires begin their trek around

their bodies.

W: Well that’s disturbing. Are they alive??

Nor did they feel each one slowly and lightly knot around them...

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As the wires wrapped around them, the Fellowship was oblivious. Boromir,

Aragorn, Gilimi,

K: I get it now! The author didn’t mention a Dwarf in chapter one because he’s canonically a mini-Balrog in this fic.

and Frodo DID sense something wrong though. * What in these

peaceful forests could possibly make me tense? There's nothing seemingly wrong.

So why am I wary? * thought Aragorn. * Probably because whatever was in here

was able to get Legolas * he thought wryly.

Suddenly, the hobbits began saying odd things. Things such as, "Can

someone give me a hand? I'm stuck," or, "Hey! I can't move!"

W: I mean, I’ve heard much odder things before, but whatever.

The others turned

W: ...to stone, and then a sudden lightning strike utterly obliterated them. The end.

to the hobbits, thinking they were joking. Boromir strode up to Frodo. "Come on,

lets not mess around anymore." As he neared Frodo, he lost the ability to move

his legs. "What the Devil?!"

K[Boromir]: Yeah, what is the Devil? I’ve never heard of such a thing, so why did I shout about it?

Soon, the others stopped moving as well. Their mounts sensed something

was amiss, and high-tailed it out of there.

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~ Crystal-sama won't be pleased. ~

~ Doshta? (why?) ~

W: “Doushita.”

The elf smiled. ~ Because these two men are giving me a hard time, keeping

them still. ~

The other laughed. ~ Someone hasn't been training lately, huh? ~

~ I guess you could say that. ~

After the 4 elves were positive that the Fellowship couldn't get loose, they

hopped down from their hiding place.

' My, my. Aren't we lucky, Yura? We set our traps for animals, and here

we caught ourselves some celebrities. '

W: Why would you name a character a Japanese name that means “farmer”? Or I guess it could be the onomatopoeia for swaying gently but whatevs

Strider thought it would be best to act calm. ' We apologize for setting off

Your

K: ...bear...

traps. Could you help us out? '

W: “This leg is pretty much done for, so you can just cut it off or something.”

The girls thought about it. Then they conversed among themselves.

K: They threw converse shoes all over.

W: It’s a hipster parade!

~ How about this. We'll let them go, but keep the wires on them. We'll

take them near the city, and when we're about 100 yds. away, we tie them back

up? ~ The others nodded.

"Why not?" Yura took a comb out of her clothes, and touched a certain

tooth on it.

W: Holy fucking shit. She did not. [sighs] Okay, guys, the author has once again stolen from InuYasha. There’s an early villain called Yura of the Hair who can control unbreakable, razor-sharp hair that is invisible to most mortals. Her true form is a cursed comb, so her “human” body is p much indestructible. This has been Wing’s Frustrated Crash Course in InuYasha, lesson 2.

The wires "magically" came off.

"Thank you..."

Diamond cut off whatever Strider was about to say. "We know what you

came for. Would you like us to show you the way?"

Gimili cut in before Aragorn could say anythiing.

K: Gimili’s special power is to cause misspellings wherever he treads.

W: Yeah, I don’t know why Aragorn would say “anythiing” otherwise.

"Wait a minute. You

wouldn't trust these four, would you? For one, they're elves. For another, they're

FEMALES.

W: “Calm the fuck down. No need to shout.”

Thirdly, they're wearing masks on their faces that give me the creeps."

K: Come on. It’s no Eyes Wide Shut situation.

(For an example of the masks a few of the masks, e-mail my friend, Crystal, at [REDACTED]@hotmail.com)

W: I bet she’s talking about Noh masks, another thing that is focused on briefly in InuYasha.

Aragorn thought. "It's the best lead we have. Might as well follow it." The

girls simply smiled. ~ Jeez, this was easier than I thought. ~

K: Okay. I can almost understand an author saying “God” or “Hell” in a LotR fanfic by accident. But “jeez?” Really?!

W: Speak for yourself, author. I’ve got a headache this big.

~ No kidding! ~

W: BUT THAT’S THE ONLY WAY I’LL SURVIVE THIS FIC!

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A while later, curiosity got the best of Aragorn. " Why do you wear those

masks?"

The girls shot him a glare.

W: Aragorn crumpled to the ground with a groan of “I’VE BEEN HIT!”

~ If you must know, it is

K[girls]: ...because we miss Mardi Gras.

to hide our emotions. ~

"Pardon?"

Yura rolled her eyes. "If you don't understand what we said, that is your

own fault." Then she added slyly, "Maybe you could get..."

Diamond clapped her hand over Yura's mouth. ~ Unasi baka! (shut up stupid!)

W: “Urusai, baka.” Once again, the correct spelling AND my current sentiments towards the author.

K[Yura]: What?! You’re calling me a dummy and claiming I’m a Nazi?! What’s wrong with you?!

If you provoke them like that, he'll actually ask about it later. And we know he'll

tell him the Royal language!

W: How the fuck do you tell someone an entire language???

Crystal will choke you! ~ Yura shut up the rest of the

trip. The tense aura returned after that.

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Legolas was walking around, when he stopped.

W: Bahahaha, oh my god, that’s the best sentence so far.

His jaw would be on the

floor if that were possible.

K: It’s possible… but the circumstances would have to be pretty horrific.

In front of him was the most beautiful garden in the

whole world. It wasn't kept trimmed, but it was a wild garden, so to speak.

W: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

he walked around, he noticed the figure near the lake. He walked toward it,

trying to get some sort of companionship.

W: “Oh, lake. You’re my only friend in the world.”

~ May I sit here with you? ~

The figure jerked with surprise.

W: “Holy shit, put yourself away!” the elf cried, hiding his scandalized eyes of undetermined color.

It was none other than Crystal herself.

~ I hope you're enjoying yourself, Legolas. ~

W: “Not as much as you just were! Holy shit!!”

~ It's been a while, hasn't it? ~

K: Well, at least it’s not a mean while.

Crystal laughed. ~ I guess you could say that. Of course, to an elf that

was nothing. A mere, what? 1,000 years or so? ~

~ That's true... ~ Legolas was relieved. It seemed that the pains had

been forgotten.

Crystal, on the other hand, was in a whole new ballgame.

W: New indeed, since I don’t think there are any ballgames in this universe.

Her

emotions reeled. It was torn between sadness, hate, betrayal, pure bliss, and

Uncertainty.

W: That’s too many fucking things, yo.

Legolas' question caught her off guard.

' Why do you wear a mask and cloak Crystal? It is as if you are hiding

from something. '

W: Uh, yeah, that’s what a mask and cloak are for. Hiding yourself.

* Or someone, * she thought wryly. Still though, she said nothing.

Legolas was confused. One moment, she was more or less talking to

him,

W: Can it be less?

and then she suddenly cold-shoulders him.

K: Well, she is Frosty.

W: YES!!

Then he asked a question

that had been plaguing him ever since the last time they met.

W: “Did you know there’s a piece of broccoli stuck between your teeth?”

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Cliffhanger! In order to find out what he says, you must review! ::laughs

evilly:: Before I set up the next chapter, I want at least a total review count of 25

reviews.

W: What are you, a fucking English teacher? “I want two pages, double-spaced, 12-point font!!”

Five per chapter or half chapter that I put up.

K: She’s holding people ransom?! I hate it when fanfic authors do this. The sad thing is, it sometimes works...

Two more things. I'm working on the story on how they met from Crystal's point

of view. The other thing is that I've finished the story. Yay! I've typed all the

chapters. All I have to do is post them. That means I'll post a new chapter up every

time I see I have 5 new reviews.

Please remember that I don't get on everyday

anymore,

K: With an attitude like that, I’m surprised you get on with anyone.

so if my request if fulfilled, I'll probably have about 2-5 chapters a week.

Look for Chapter 5 sometime before next Monday!

#lotr #lord of the rings #badfic #bad fanfiction #spork #mst #why fic

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