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crystalninjaphoenix · 3 years

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Kindness & Kidnapping

A JSE Fanfic

I’ve written something that’s less than 6000 words for the first time in a year, whoo! I was planning to include more plot but after a while I realized there was too much to put into one chapter so I broke it into two. And now, this chapter is short, but it has some important and...interesting developments. Let’s just say, Anti makes his move. I don’t know what to say beyond that, so just read on ;)

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It was a bright morning outside, but Chase didn’t know that. He was inside, sitting at a hastily-done computer setup inside his closet. It was cramped and dark and honestly kind of dusty. But he hadn’t wanted to keep this setup out in the open. Because this was the computer he’d been using to access Anti’s website, and if he kept it out in any other room of the house, he knew he’d keep glancing towards the windows and doors, waiting for something to happen.

Though...nothing had happened in the past week or so since he’d first found the website. He’d told the police about it, contacting that detective, Nix, who was in charge of the search for Jackie and JJ. Nix had been really appreciative, saying that this was a helpful clue and the police would be right on it, but he’d warned Chase to not go looking at any websites like this again. “These are dangerous,” he’d said. “And many of them use trackers to gather information or worse.”

Yet here he was. First thing in the morning. Staring at a creepy hitman website while sitting in his closet.

Part of his mind was yelling at him to stop. That even though he’d waited a few days before accessing the site again, that didn’t mean anything. This was dangerous. But...he couldn’t help it. This was the first time he felt like he was doing something, like he was actually helping the search for his friends. So, he stayed there.

His study of the website mostly consisted of scrolling through the anonymous reviews and trying to find ways to look at the source code. Chase...wasn’t that good with computers. Despite the fact that recording videos and putting them on the Internet was his job. He’d basically absorbed all his knowledge from Jack and his editor and only knew how to do things like editing because of that. Anything beyond what was required for YouTube was a mystery to him. But he was trying.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he gasped, then felt silly. It was just a text notification. Sighing at his own jumpiness, he took out his phone and looked at the message on the screen. It was from Marvin. Hey do you know any quick ways to get food? Other than ordering.

Oh? Chase responded. Are you out of bed this early? Thats a 1st. And he didn’t just mean because Marvin was having trouble getting out of bed recently. Marvin never woke up before ten, even before JJ disappeared, so this was strange.

Luna was yelling at me because i forgot to fill her bowl last night and i couldnt deal with it anymore so i got up and thought i might as well get breakfast.

Thats great bro. As for food I bought you some microwave mac n cheese and noodles.

Marvin instantly replied, I’m not eating fucking noodles for breakfast. That’s weird.

Chase laughed a bit. Sorry, Marv. I know your sense of order is a big thing for you, but sometimes you need exceptions.

This time, the reply was slow. The typing bubbles appeared and disappeared a couple times before finally: i just cant. maybe another time.

Ah. Of course, even if he was out of bed, Marvin was still struggling. Chase thought for a moment, then said, Alright, Marvin. No problem. How bout toast and butter? It takes five to ten minutes depending on how much you want it burnt. That was a frequent go-to for him. I know u have bread and butter, too.

Alright. Thanks.

No problem. Chase paused, then added, Hey I was gonna go visit Jack again later today. Do u think youd be up for coming with?

Another long pause. I dunno. Ask me again when it’s closer to time.

Got it. And with that, Chase set his phone down and returned his attention to the website.

About an hour later, he gave up. He couldn’t find any clues at all, and reading this was really starting to get to him. Carefully standing up, so as to not knock over the computer setup in the tiny closet, he turned off the monitor and CPU, then edged around to the closet door. He hesitated, feeling uneasy anxiety rolling in his stomach, then slowly opened the door.

Nobody was outside. Well, of course not. He took a deep breath, and stepped out into the hallway. It was time to get ready for the day.

But still, that anxiety followed him. And he couldn’t help but remember the notice that Anti had put at the top of the website. Something about business being closed until something was “taken care of.” That just...sounded very bad. And Chase couldn’t help but think about what might be happening to Jameson and Jackie.

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Nearly a month had passed since Anti had taken JJ. For nearly a month, Jameson had been stuck in this room with Jackie. And with no means of escape that he could see. He’d looked, of course. But even with Jackie’s help, they couldn’t find a way out of the room. The closest thing he could think of was somehow unscrewing the door hinges, and he’d actually spent about a week trying to do that, but without any tools, there was no way those hinges would budge.

The only opportunity that he could see was when Anti visited, which he did often. But even that would be difficult to pull off. Jameson and Jackie might have numbers on their side, but Jackie was pretty weak after almost a year of captivity, and JJ had never been that athletic. Still, he was starting to consider it. Maybe Anti wouldn’t be expecting it, if he could just convince Jackie that they could do it, and if they could find an opportunity...

But even if they were going to try, today would not be the day. Anti had come into the room for one of his visits, which were becoming worryingly frequent, and Jackie had decided to hide in the attached bathroom. Jameson refused to look at Anti, in the vain hope that he’d go away if he didn’t engage.

“Jamie.” Anti pulled a chair away from the table, and then indicated the one across from him. “Come s...sit down.”

Jameson shook his head. He folded his arms, and stayed where he was, standing next to the bunk bed.

Anti stared at him for a while, then sat down. It didn’t ease the tension at all. For some reason, Jameson still felt like he was looming over him. “Alright. F-fine.” He paused. Waiting. Watching him with his mismatched eyes. Today, the fake one was brown, not green. Odd, but it didn’t lessen the intensity of his gaze.

After a few silent moments, Jameson couldn’t take it anymore. He slowly walked over to the table and sat down. God damn it. Why was just the silence enough to get him to respond?

“Ah, there we are.” Anti smiled. “About time. You’re always so...so tense, Jamie, when you really shouldn’t be. I won’t h-hurt you.”

What do you want this time? Jameson signed stiffly.

“Why do you keep asking that? I don’t want...anything, I just want to...talk.” Anti leaned back in the chair. “I don’t understand th-this. You’re so...different. And I’m trying, you know. Know. You know—I know, by now, that this wasn’t the best starting point. But I’m trying to...to get everything back to the way it was. You want that, don’t you?” His voice was soft, like he was talking to an easily startled animal. Or a child.

No, I don’t. Jameson said firmly. I don’t want everything to go back to how it was, because back then, you were making me help you throw bodies in the river.

“That was a mistake, okay? Oka-ay?” Anti sighed. “I shouldn’t...should never have gotten you involved in all this. So, I’m not going to, ever again.”

Jameson laughed. You’re a bit late for that! Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you kidnapped me!

“That was another mistake, and I’m sorry that you f-f-feel I was out of line. I can see what you...what you mean. But you’d never talk to me otherwise, let alone go anywhere with me.” Anti’s fingers tapped an irregular rhythm on the table. “But I can pr-promise you, no more dead bodies. Ever. Ever again. You’ll be safe.”

He sounded genuine, and JJ had to admit that at least there was still a part of him that cared about—no! Jameson stiffened and pushed away that softening feeling. It didn’t change any of this. Anti still abducted him, and he was willing to bet that ‘safe’ to Anti wasn’t the same as ‘safe’ to him. It would be more of this, most likely. Trapped inside, unable to go anywhere, always under Anti’s watchful eye. Why was he even continuing this conversation? Jameson balled up his hands and shoved them under his arms, physically preventing him from saying anything more.

Anti’s expression shifted slightly. “You’re being so difficult, my god. We’ve been doing this for a-a-a month and gotten nowhere. If you would just li-listen, we could go—past—move past this.” The tapping rhythm increased slightly, nails on wood. “But alright—okay. Fine. Yes. I-I-I have a pro—” And then the tapping stopped. Anti’s eyes suddenly widened. “Oh. That’s it.”

Jameson leaned back a bit, waiting for something. Those last words sounded like a threat. But—

Out of nowhere, Anti slumped forward onto the table. JJ gasped and stood up. In an instant, he was moving automatically, rolling Anti’s head to the side and looking for anything dangerous nearby. There was nothing. Could he breathe? Was this a good position, or should he move him? He should’ve recognized it, Anti was having difficulty with his words, he knew that was a sign—Wait, the watch. The watch he was wearing around his neck, the chain it was on had tightened a bit. JJ grabbed the chain and adjusted it so it was more loose.

A few seconds later, Anti gasped, and pushed JJ away. He stepped back.

“I...fuck.” Anti blinked, eyes glancing around the room. For a moment, he was confused. JJ could see the recognition slowly fade back into his expression. “Thwshnnbad.”

JJ watched anxiously. For a moment, he glanced over towards the door. But...he just couldn’t. Not now. Maybe he was too nice, but it just felt cruel to try and leave after that.

Anti took a few deep breaths, then looked over at JJ. “You helped.”

Jameson hesitated, then nodded.

“Hmm.” Anti didn’t say anything, but there was a look on his face that made Jameson squirm a bit. Almost smug. Almost. There was a fair share of gratitude that prevented it from being fully self-satisfied. Anti reached for his pocket, and after a few tries, pulled out his phone. “That was...not that long?”

Just a few seconds. Maybe fifteen or so, JJ said. No twitching or jerking.

Nodding, Anti tapped on his phone for a bit. “It’s...been a while,” he said quietly. “They’re not that bad anymore, you know.”

Unsure what to say, Jameson just nodded again.

A few moments later, Anti took a deep breath, and returned his phone to his pocket. “Anyway. As...I was saying. I have a proposal.”

Immediately, all Jameson’s sympathy was gone, replaced by cold fear. What is it? he asked warily.

Anti didn’t answer for a bit. Instead, he reached inside his jacket, and pulled out a small keycard. “Do you know what this is?”

A card? Like...for a hotel?

“No, not for a hotel.” Anti smiled a bit. “Though I guess...it’s sort of like it.” His eyes darted towards the bathroom door, slightly ajar. “He’s been telling you about what happened. With him and the doctor.” It wasn’t a question. So Jameson didn’t answer. But he didn’t have to. “Did you ever meet that doctor?”

Jameson started to shake his head, then reconsidered. Once, he said. He thought I was you.

“We do look similar. Even more so than all these...these doppelgangers do to each other.” Anti tried to twirl the keycard around his fingers, but failed. It fell to the table, and he quickly picked it up again. “So, you only met him once. Hmm...I expected you to interact with him more. You’re part of this...this friend group now. I thought, surely, they’d introduce you to each other. Well, I guess they tried. I’m assuming it didn’t go well.” He paused. “But still. You’re a good person, Jamie.”

What are you saying? Jameson almost didn’t want to ask.

“You wouldn’t want anything to happen to him, right?”

Anti fell silent, but Jameson didn’t dare to answer. He couldn’t.

“This keycard happens to give me...access to the hospital where he’s staying,” Anti continued. “I’ve already been there. I know how to get him out.”

Don’t hurt him, Jameson said, all color gone from his face. Please.

“That depends on you. Well, and our friend in there.” Anti indicated the bathroom door again. “Originally, I was going to use him, but then I thought, that didn’t stop that doctor woman from leaving. But he might try to leave himself, especially with the two of you...here. Together. So I thought I’d use something that’ll affect both of you.”

He hasn’t done anything to you. Leave him alone.

“That doesn’t mean he’ll never do anything,” Anti suddenly snapped. “The cops know I exist now. It’s only a matter of time before they start to ask him questions.” The anger drained away. Now his face was still, unreadable. “Besides, that didn’t stop me before.”

Why did you even take him in the first place? Jameson asked. Why? It wasn't for your...work. All of this could’ve been avoided.

“I was...curious. He thought I was his friend Jack, you know. When I ran into him that night. And I thought to myself, this man is clearly delusional. But I figured it would be easier to play along. After he realized what happened, he explained his whole condition to me, and I wondered. I wondered how I could use that.” Anti’s smile was sharp. “It’s not every day an opportunity like that runs into you on the street.”

Jameson backed away, horrified. Too late, Anti noticed his reaction. And for a moment, he looked hurt. Then angry. Sad. And finally, determined. “Think about what I said.” He stood up, and headed towards the door. For a moment, Jameson considered following him. But he hesitated for a second too long, and Anti was gone, the door locked behind him.

The room was silent. Jameson stood there for what felt like forever. Then he moved, walking towards the bathroom. He slowly pushed open the door, peering inside. “Hmm?” he hummed.

“Down here.” Jackie was sitting on the tile floor, up against the shower in the corner of the room. The bathroom was sparse and small, containing only the necessities of a toilet, sink, and shower, along with a bonus medicine cabinet that was empty. There was nowhere to sit except the floor.

JJ stepped inside. Did you hear all of that?

Jackie nodded silently. His hands were covering his head, fingers digging into his scalp. Tears threatened to spill out of his eyes, and judging by the tracks, a few already had. “H-he can’t—Schneep is going to—he won’t be able to—”

It’s going to be fine, JJ said, kneeling next to him. We won’t let anything happen to him.

“The—the only way to make sure of that is—but you can’t—you could get away if you—but not if he’s—”

It’s going to be fine, Jameson repeated uncertainly. I’ll make sure that it’ll work out. Maybe I can get Anti to listen to me. We can find a way. The police would notice Henrik disappearing, they’ll find us.

Jackie choked on a sob. He pulled his knees up to his chest and folded his arms on top of them. “They haven’t,” he said quietly. “They’re...not going to.” And he buried his face in his arms, shoulders shaking.

Jameson didn’t have anything to say to that. All he could do was stay close, and hold Jackie tight as he cried.

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It was a lovely day outside. For late-November-near-December, that is. Though the sun shone bright in a cloudless sky, there was still a chill to the air that forced people to wear jackets, or even coats. But Schneep didn’t mind. He hadn’t been outside in so long that anything would feel refreshing.

Silver Hills had itself a back garden where some patients could spend time. It was fenced in, for safety, but it was still quite large. Dr. Laurens had told him the news at the end of yesterday’s session: she’d gotten approval for some supervised time outside. Schneep had been hesitant at first. Some of his old paranoia and fear resurfacing. When he’d been with Anti, he hadn’t been allowed out without permission. And even when he had permission, Anti always found a way to keep an eye on him, either via cameras and GPS or by accompanying him himself. What if—what if this was another trick? A test? And if he failed the test—

No, of course not. Everything was alright here. There were other patients out and about, going on walks along the paths and stopping to look at flowers nearby. Schneep watched them from where he was sitting on one of the garden’s benches. He twirled his medical bracelet around his wrist. They’d also finally decided that he could wear clothes—besides the standard issue white shirt and pants—again. As long as they didn’t have any hard fastenings or dangly bits like strings, but that was understandable. So now the bracelet was the only sign that he was a patient here. Which was the same as everyone else. That...helped, actually. Somehow.

“Schneep? Is everything alright?”

“Hmm?” Schneep blinked, realizing he’d been gone for a while there. Oliver was nearby, as always. In this case, sitting at another bench nearby, far enough away to give Schneep his own space but close enough in case of an emergency. “Yes, I am fine. It is just a bit chilly.”

“Well...you’re not wrong there,” Oliver muttered. The orderly uniform was short-sleeved, and evidently, they weren’t allowed to wear anything over it. His arms were covered in raised goosebumps. “Anything else?”

“No, I was just thinking.” Schneep looked down at his lap. Laurens had given him one of her notebooks and a box of markers. He’d said that he wanted to try drawing, like they’d done in one of their sessions, and she’d been encouraging. So now he was trying to draw the gardens. It was hard. He wasn’t particularly artistic, and he was pretty sure a twelve-year-old could do better than him. But it was...nice. Focusing. Grounding.

Oliver nodded, and went silent. Schneep returned to his paper. The markers were a bit annoying, since they couldn’t be erased. But it was fine. He worked around the mistakes.

Quite a bit of time passed before he was ready to go inside. A few clouds had appeared in the clear sky. Schneep stood up, closing the notebook. Oliver looked over at him again. “Ready to go?”

“Yes, I’m going back to my room.”

“Alright, then.” Oliver stood up as well. “Let’s go.”

They made their way inside, winding through the halls and then up the stairs. It was so good to have his old room back, from before that tiny, featureless room on the first floor. Apparently those rooms weren’t supposed to be lived in for that long, a fact that the lovely Dr. Newson had neglected to mention. But that was in the past. Now he had a window! And some battery-powered lamps, and a bathroom joined to the room, and more furniture than a bed and a single table. It was amazing.

“Alright, here we are.” They stopped outside Room 309 and Oliver unlocked it with a swipe of the key card. It was only ever unlocked when nobody was inside; another difference between this one and the tiny first-floor room. “You remember to push the button if you need anything?”

“Yes, yes.” There was a call button on the wall inside. Pressing it would bring an orderly to the room, hopefully within minutes. “I remember.”

“Great. I’ll be around.”

“Thank you.” Schneep opened the door, adjusting his grip on the notebook and box of markers before heading inside. “I will be seeing you, then.”

Oliver smiled a bit. “Of course. See you.” He waved a bit, then walked off, disappearing down the hallway. Schneep waved after him, pulling the room door closed shortly before he started to turn the corner.

By now, it was solidly in the afternoon, and the sun was shining its beams directly into the window. Schneep blinked in the sudden brightness, then once his eyes adjusted, he walked over to the table and put down the notebook and markers. He opened up to the page with the garden drawing and considered it. Not bad, really. For someone who wasn’t an artist. Jackie and Marvin would’ve done much better. Maybe they could have given him advice, if they were here.

It would be some time before dinner. A little over an hour, judging by the numbers on the digital clock on the table. In the meantime, he could get some reading done. The room had a shelf, and Laurens had been providing him with some books for it. He was just barely starting a new novel, but it had already sucked him in. Yes, that was a good idea. Get through a few chapters of that.

Schneep headed over to the shelf, running his fingers over the spines of the books until he reached the one he was looking for. He was just about to pull it off the shelf when there was a movement in his peripheral vision.

He stiffened instinctually. Even though he’d been seeing strange movement in his vision for years now, he’d only been uneasy about it ever since his time with Anti. But he wasn’t supposed to acknowledge it. It was better that way. Just ignore it, just ignore it, just ignore—

There were footsteps behind him. And he couldn’t help but turn around. The first thing he saw as he turned was the door to the adjoining bathroom. It was open. Hadn’t he left it closed? Could he have not closed it all the way? Then some sort of shift in the air could’ve opened it, causing the movement he saw?

No, that theory was disproved when he saw the second thing of note in the room: a man. Who hadn’t been there before. He was wearing the orderly uniform, but Schneep didn’t recognize him.

No.

No, he did recognize him.

His eyes were a different color, and his face wasn’t scarred, but there could be no mistaking him. Anti.

Schneep froze. No. No, it wasn’t real. He was just hallucinating. He’d done the same a few days ago, thought he’d seen Anti in the rec room. That couldn’t have been real. So this couldn’t be real. So it wasn’t. If he just ignored the hallucination, it couldn’t do anything to him. Slowly, he turned back around. He reached with trembling hands to take the book off the shelf.

More footstep sounds. He saw in the corner of his vision the image of Anti again. Anti was circling around him to his left, staring, watching, staring, watching—why is everyone always watching him?!—No, no, don’t let it get to him. It wasn’t real. He pulled the book off the shelf, and knocked down its two neighbors in the process, grabbing those as they fell. It was fine. Everything was fine.

He took a few deep breaths and turned away, taking the three books to an armchair near the window of the room. The image of Anti watched him, watched him with interest, curiosity. He always did that. He’d done it in the beginning, when he’d trapped Schneep in that house with him, always curious about how far he could push his limits.

“Es ist nicht real,” Schneep said to himself. Just a reminder. It couldn’t be real. How’d he get into the room? The front door hadn’t opened, and it was impossible for him to be inside beforehand. The room had been locked. Nobody could get in without unlocking it with a keycard. “Es ist nicht real. Es ist nicht real.” It was impossible.

Footstep sounds. Schneep could see the image of Anti approaching out of the corner of his vision. He didn’t turn his head, and focused on stacking the three books on the window sill. “Es ist nicht real, ist nicht real, ist nicht real, nicht real, nicht real,” he continued to whisper under his breath. “Nicht real, nicht real, nicht real.”

The image reached out and—

It grabbed his arm.

He felt a sharp pain.

Panic flooded his system. Schneep screamed and spun around, picking up one of the books and throwing it at the man. The book connected solidly, hitting with enough force to snap the man’s head back and cause him to let go. He yelled out in pain.

No, someone was here. It wasn’t a hallucination. Someone was here and they weren’t supposed to be. Schneep ran across the room, heading for the door.

“You—!” The man recovered quickly, and ran to the door as well. He was faster, and Schneep skidded to a halt as the strange man who looked like Anti blocked the door.

Okay, no door then. Schneep’s eyes scanned the room, and—the call button! Of course! He lunged to the side. The man saw where he was going, and pounced.

Schneep’s hand landed on the button for a split second before the man grabbed his wrist. He started to yell for help, but the man covered his mouth. “Shush,” his voice hissed as he wrapped his other arm around Schneep’s torso.

No! Schneep immediately started struggling, kicking his legs and trying to wriggle free. For a moment, his right arm pulled away, and he hit the strange man in the face. But the man was quick, and recaptured the escaped hand before it could do any damage. “Calm down, you’re going to be asleep in a few moments anyway,” the man said. “Don’t make this hard on yourself.”

That voice—it was—but it couldn’t be. It was impossible—how would he get inside? That—no. Schneep’s thoughts swirled in broken fragments, unable or unwilling to finish and come to the natural conclusion. He shook his head and continued to struggle. The man’s grip was firm. Unbreakable. It was...a familiar feeling.

There was something on his hand. Something powdery, chalky. Like...some sort of makeup. Like...something that could be used to hide blemishes. Or scars. It was on his right hand, the one he’d used to hit the man’s face.

Where Anti’s scars would be.

No...it wasn’t possible. This couldn’t be happening! It wouldn’t be—was it all a trick? All of it? Was he always planning to come back? Or maybe it was all in his head—no. He refused to believe that one.

Strangely, the longer he struggled, the slower his movement became. Sluggish...weak. And Schneep recognized these effects immediately. A sedative? But when...oh. Oh, that sharp pain he’d felt when he had grabbed him...that was a needle, wasn’t it? It was too late, wasn’t it?

Too late...yes, his vision was starting to waver. Schneep gave up on the weak escape attempts. They weren’t doing any good, anyway. Maybe he’d managed to hit the call button, and someone would be coming. Maybe...maybe they could...stop this...help him...please...please...

He looked up into the eyes of his captor and the world faded away.

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for-lovely-things · 3 years

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WIP wednesday

So-ahhh @tessa1972 practically tagged me so here i am :D still writing my first real big fic about Kerry and V, tho i write it in russian, so i really hope i translated this piece alright👀 enjoy and pls be nice to me ahah

Kerry arrives almost immediately, slightly out of touch with the surrounding landscape of muddy alleyways in his expensive auto. V jumps into the car before some dumbass decides that this is a great opportunity to get a new vehicle.

He greets the driver with a smile as the other jerks the steering wheel abruptly, taking off.

“Hey, V,” Kerry glances at him briefly through his sunglasses. V himself put on aviators to look at least half not as bad as before.

"You look like shit," Kerry stuns him at once, "And you smell.. Weird."

V stretches out his lips, realizing that all his efforts have gone to waste. The smell of vanilla wasn't really close to Vicky, and it probably aroused even greater suspicion than if he just smelled of alcohol.

"Finished roasting me?" V says, taking off already useless glasses.

"Sorry. I'm not handsome myself now," Kerry admits, and Vincent is just now noticing how gray his face is.

“Well, you always look brilliant to me,” V catches his eye, but Ker quickly turns away to follow the road.

"I'm now ashamed that I shitted on you like that."

Vicky chuckles, "Thats ok, I deserve it."

They are silent for a while. Kerry impatiently shakes his foot over the gas pedal as they stand on red.

“I didn't even ask you where we're going ...” Eurodyne exchanges glances with his partner, but he just shrugs.

"You need to go somewhere?"

"No, I mean where to take you."

"Home?"

"To you?"

V looks at him in bewilderment. "To... us??"

Kerry's chest drops in a sigh of relief. “Okay, so nothing has changed since that conversation. You’ll pick up your jacket then."

V nods. He starts to fidget in the seat, feeling uncomfortable. No matter how hard he tried to drown in alcohol or ignore it, V clearly understood that everything was going wrong between them.

"Look, I know I'm a lousy boyfriend ..." Vicky wheezes slightly and has to clear the throat.

"What makes you think so?" Ker's hands are tense, as if the car is not driving them, but he personally pushes it behind the wheel. V looks at him with a frown.

"I disappear for several days god knows where, I come to you all beaten, I don't answer your calls..."

They're already racing down the winding tracks of the North Oak, and Kerry lets himself relax a bit.

“I've had worse partners,” he admits, twisting the steering wheel with one hand.

"Mmh, for some reason it doesn't make me happy," V fiddles with his nails, tearing off numerous burrs, "I didn't want to yell at you then."

Ker is silent, biting the inside of his cheek. "I didn't want to either. I just know you're having a tough time right now, and I would like to help you somehow."

"Better not. I'll manage myself," V cuts off, gnawing off another rag until it bleeds.

"I knew you'd say that," Kerry lowers his head, stopping just outside the villa. He looks at V with a long look, and even through dark glasses Vicky sees the sparkle of his blue eyes. Unable to maintain eye contact, Vincent is the first to leave the car.

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writingthrones · 4 years

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the northern dragon- part 9.

PART 9: FIRE AND ICE.

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DESCRIPTION: the world thought that just 2 dragons survived, that house targaryen was missing its third head. but there was another– the youngest, the final child of the mad king and queen rhaella. of course, she was almost part of the near extermination of her house. but the honorable ned stark, unable to watch a babe be murdered for crimes she did not commit, rescued her from an awful fate. instead, she grew up amongst wolves within the walls of winterfell.

NOTES: i'm sorry for disappearing for a while, life got crazy but i’m happy to see how many of you are so supportive and still excited to see read this story! i apologize that this chapter is so short as i’m still easing back into writing this and want to make sure nothing sounds out of character for what i’ve established thus far. i’d also love to hear your feedback/suggestions because i want to hear what you all want to see!

WARNINGS: none! just a short chapter.

You stared at the eggs in disbelief, having to run your fingers against each one’s scales to prove to yourself it was real. How could this make any sense? As far as you knew, no one inhabited the island. The usurper’s brother had left. It was just you, Jaime and your crew. So where did they come from? Who left these candles? None of it made any sense.

And yet, that did not faze you. This is what the dreams meant, this is why I’m here, you thought. Across the sea your sister had acquired dragons and now so would you. Were you two to ever team up, you’d be unstoppable.. but you had to push the thought from your mind. You were already a queen and you had people back home that you needed to return to and fight for. But you wouldn’t leave these eggs here, no, they were your destiny. You weren’t sure how but you were absolutely going to watch them hatch and grow.. by any means necessary. Continuing to caress them, you tried your best to make out their appearances in the dim candlelight.

One appeared to be black as night with just hints of grey that streaked across. Another looked as if it was entirely a deep blood red color. The final egg was what looked to be silver with markings you swear looked purple-ish in hue. All you could do was marvel at their beauty seeing as you were completely clueless as to how they could be hatched. The stories of what happened with your sister only ever really said that it was a miracle with absolutely no details. Oh, how you wished you could speak to her, not just for this but to know that you weren’t alone. A Targaryen alone in the world is a terrible thing.

You stared at them until you became exhausted and curled up on the hard floor beside them, hugging your furs close to your body for warmth. That night there were more dreams, just as you expected-- you hoped they’d come and tell you how to hatch these. But this dream was just as cryptic if not more so than the others. A great, roaring flame seemed to burst and out they came, three small dragons who each looked just as the egg they’d come from had. Next thing you knew, each was clung to you. One hung on your shoulder, another perched on your head and the final one being held in your arms like a child. Each one of them was yours and yours alone, you could feel it, there was an instant bond that you knew was impossible in breaking. You couldn’t picture your life without them anymore, like they had always been there. The one that you held in your arms looked up at you, letting out a small yelp that tugged at your heart strings. Just as you were about to respond, you woke up.

Sitting straight up, you gasped for air and felt beads of sweat drip down from your forehead. The dream was telling you that you needed to get to them but you couldn’t figure out how. That’s when you heard footsteps descending down the stairs. No! You needed to be alone. “NO!” you shouted, certainly loud enough for who you assumed to be Jaime to hear you. “VISENYA--” he called out, but you immediately cut him off. “LEAVE ME, PLEASE! PLEASE, JAIME! I NEED TO BE ALONE!” you cried desperately. Then you heard the steps retreat back up. Breathing a sigh of relief, you looked at the eggs. They looked like stone but you knew a life was growing instead.. maybe they had been growing all this time just waiting for you to come home.

It was hard to decipher what your dream had meant but it became clear that fire had to play some part in hatching them. There was your words.. fire and blood, they said. Fire and Blood. It was the key to all of this, you decided. A great fire must roar, just like in your dream, but blood also needed to be shed. Your own, perhaps? It was something you’d gladly give. You’d give anything at this point. Sighing, you basked in the silence where the only noise to be heard was the soft crackling of the candle flame. Your eyes swung back and forth between them all, wondering if they would look just as they had in your dream and if they’d cling to you in the same way. Would they bond to you and only you?

After another day of being completely entranced, you drifted off to sleep again. Your body felt weak. You hadn’t had any water or food since you’d arrived but you couldn’t tear yourself away from them, as if even a moment spent away meant that they’d die and it’d be all your fault. There was another dream, as to be expected at this point. In it, the great fire roared again with your eggs visible in the middle of it all. Testing your theory, you sliced a deep wound in your hand with the blade you kept with you at all times and squeezed the blood into the flame. At this point, your hand was blatantly in the fire but it did not burn. In fact, it’s warmth felt good. But as you waited, nothing happened. No matter how much blood you shed, the eggs stayed as still as stone. So what was it? What was the secret to this all? As your frustration built, you were awakened once again.

Immediately, you looked to them. “What is it you want?” you asked. “I need you,” you added desperately. You hadn’t even known what you had come to Dragonstone for but now that you did, you couldn’t leave without them. Nothing and no one could get you to leave their side until you’d figured it out. So you were going to do everything you could possibly think of. But first, you needed to build the flame-- that much was clear. What would come next was unclear but the large fire that they would sit in was absolutely necessary. So, you pushed the candles together so that their flames would combine, but still that was not nearly enough. Then you came to your knees again, scanning the ground. Was there some way to make a large fire? There had to be, right?

Yes. There was a liquid that coated the ground around the candles and eggs that you somehow hadn’t noticed before. Once again, you weren’t sure where it all came from but it didn’t matter to you. This was how you’d do it, something in your gut told you so. Hesitantly, you took one handle and lightly dipped its flame down into the mysterious liquid and it immediately ignited. You scrambled back as it quickly became out of control. The flames began to lick at your feet and while it melted the bottoms of your shoes, you felt no pain. Seems the whole “blood of the dragon” thing was real after all. What else could explain the fact that fire did absolutely nothing to you?

So, the fire grew larger and large until it engulfed the eggs and the surrounding area. You could see them sitting there just like it had been in your dream. But you knew that spilling your blood over them would not help you. So what else was there to do? What blood must you give and how? You stuck your fingertips into the fire, head tilted with curiosity. Then it was your whole and arm with absolutely no feeling besides an honestly comforting warmth. It was calling to you, just like before. So you did what felt right and walked into the flames more and more until you were at the center with the flames raging all around you. You gathered the eggs in your arms and held them close to your body.

THIRD PERSON POV.

Jaime had been anxiously sitting at the large table that seemingly once served as a room meant for plotting war moves. The house markers left behind were proof of such. That’s when he heard a large explosion come from the dungeons beneath him. His heart began to race and he took off, fearing the absolute worst. What had she gotten herself into down there? He knew that he should’ve just come down regardless. She was being reckless in keeping him away and he just let her.

He raced down the stairs hoping that it wasn’t as serious as he thought. But he was wrong. When he reached the bottom, he could see a completely out of control fire and no Visenya in sight. “VISENYA!” he screamed out as he came running closer. He could see the figure of someone standing at the fire’s center but that made no sense. Even if someone were to be burning alive in front of him, he would hear their screams of agony or watch them collapse. No one could stand there silently while skin melted from bone. Then, the fire exploded into an even larger flame and he, of course, jumped back. But then it completely died out.

As his eyes adjusted, it appeared as if the figure were still standing in the same spot. But how was that possible? Was this some strange nightmare? It must’ve been because this made no sense. The figure came closer and as it did, it looked as if it were some grotesque, amalgamated humanoid. When he finally saw, though, it was even more shocking. Dim light cascading down from the stairwell just barely lit what stood before him. There stood Visenya, soot covering her skin but seemingly no wounds, with dragons. One had perched itself on her head, another on her shoulder and one she held cradled in her hands. “Wh..” He was at a loss for words.

“I told you I needed to be here for a reason. The reason was them. They needed me,” she said. “I..” He still couldn’t figure out what to say and instead began to hurriedly take off his furs to cover her exposed body. But as he nearly her, the small creature let out what would’ve been a growl had it not been so little. It startled him yet she never flinched. Instead, she turned to look at the one who had made its place on her shoulder. “It’s okay,” she said softly. Nudging the creature down her arm and cradling it the way she had the other, she nodded to Jaime. He cautiously placed the cloth around her shoulders and she adjusted to wrap them around herself before holding the dragons close to her again. Without a word, she started back up the stairs and Jaime followed closely behind.

BACK TO READER’S POV.

They were here. You stepped into the flames, offering yourself to its mercy and when they died down, so did the old you. You had been reborn in that moment with your very own dragons as proof of it. Y/N would always be your name but you felt a whole new connection to Visenya. The woman you had been named after was a dragonrider and you would be one too. You wanted to embrace the dragon while still loving the wolf. And you would. When you returned to the North, you vowed to proudly present your dragons and make sure that no harm came to them. You vowed to yourself not to fear what the people might say. But you had also made a vow to the people to stand at their side and fight with them. Who could turn down a little extra help, right?

When you reached the room you’d been staying in, you let each of them onto your bed while you found something to wear. After dressing, you sat on the bed with them, gently caressing each one. You had decided that silver dragon with accents of purple would be named Vhagar in hopes that she would grow as big and strong as the one who came before her. The one who was entirely red would be called Raela for the mother you never knew. And finally, the black one with streaks of grey would be Nederys for the man who had saved your life. It felt right.

You nearly pinched yourself as you watched them coo at one another, finding it so hard to believe that this was reality. The world had thought that the dragons were gone but you and your sister had proven that not to be true. With any luck, this was only the beginning.

There was a light knocking on your door followed by a quiet voice, “Visenya?” Jaime inquired. Tearing your gaze away from the creatures, you opened the door and tilted your head slightly. “Yes?” you questioned. “Are you.. are you okay?” he asked, seemingly at a loss for words. “And why wouldn’t I be?” You had never felt better, in fact. You had spent most of your life hiding who you were and now you were embracing it.. thriving, even, as you embraced your Valyrian roots. He looked utterly shocked and the sight made you grin. You had completely bursted out of your shell-- no longer the “lowborn” girl who hid away back in Winterfell. You were a Stark, a Targaryen, a Queen and now a mother to your own dragons. “Well, you did step out of roaring flames..” he replied with a dry chuckle.

Yes, you did. Yet you had remained unscathed, save for the clothes that had been burned away and the soot that had covered your skin. “It was what they needed,” you said simply, looking over at the dragons on your bed and each of them tilted their heads curiously. You couldn’t help but to smile. “I suppose it is..” he replied, sighing. “Have you finished what your mission here? Are we returning to your husband now?” he asked, one brow quirked. “Which, if I may, I don’t see the northmen being too thrilled about their queen returning with, well-- weapons. Fire and ice don’t mix well.” He wasn’t wrong, you knew that.. but it didn’t change the frustration that his statements caused you.

“No,” you replied sternly. For someone who had been pushed the side most of her life, you wore confidence quite well. “There is still much to be done.”

#robb stark imagine #robb stark x reader #game of thrones imagine #game of thrones x reader #jaime lannister imagine

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skelebells · 4 years

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retail au fic

under the cut!

Disclaimer i have somehow managed to never work retail so im pulling all this out my ass if you actually know whats up and want to tell me how i fucked up and could fix it please do!

Gordon Freeman had hit something of a dead end in his life. It hadn’t started like that, though, he’d been on a great path since high school- he got accepted into and graduated from MIT with a degree in theoretical physics, been immediately promised a job at some mysterious, prestigious sounding-place called Black Mesa, moved to a nice apartment in a city in New Mexico to be closer to the job, had everything set up to succeed, and then- well, he wasn’t entirely sure what happened.

He had been half an hour in what was going to be his daily commute, leaning against a cool window as the fancy air conditioned bus wound its way into the desert. He might have fallen asleep if not for the anticipation of a new job- and, just as he started to relax, he picked up the smell of smoke. He looked up, suddenly concerned, but the bus driver seemed to not have noticed. Gordon put his face to the glass and tried to see any signs of impending disaster- was that the military?

Sure enough, a makeshift roadblock of several heavily armed tanks and sweating soldiers stopped the bus. One of them marched aboard and muttered something dangerous-sounding to the bus driver, who nodded. One of the other passengers- an important-looking man in a white coat with a briefcase, as all important scientists seemed to wear- was escorted (borderline dragged) off the bus, before it turned and started to head back up the road, the wheels spinning up sand as they pulled away.

Gordon snapped around and stared out the back window. Past the roadblock, obscured by dust and billowing clouds of smoke, was the source of that smell. That probably used to be Black Mesa, he figured, not quite processing what he was looking at. The military was shooting into the smoke clouds laced with dancing threads of electricity, and he could hear screams, both human and… not.

He stared at the clouds and the rubble of his future until it disappeared into the horizon, as the bus sped further and further away.

He got home and tried endlessly to call someone who might know what the hell happened, but he got no response. He couldn’t find any record of Black Mesa online, anywhere. He was jobless, apparently.

Every job application he submitted to other scientific institutions got turned down with no explanation, and every interviewer clammed up once he mentioned Black Mesa. Well- shit, then. With any sense of a bright and scientifically intriguing future fast disappearing, he applied to some soulless chain supermarket after taking his degree and his acceptance to Black Mesa off his resume, and got the job within the week.

Fantastic.

The next couple of months went by in a mindless blur of unremarkable to unpleasant customers and minimum wage, and Gordon was feeling a sort of dread setting in that the rest of his life was going to be like this. ‘Your college degree was for nothing and you are going to waste away selling gum to teenagers with better lives than you’ something told him, and it was hard not to listen.

It was in one of these late, quiet afternoon moods, mindlessly restocking within sight of the entrance, where he first saw one of Them. The sliding doors parted and a tall, skinny man in a bright yellow shirt walked in, golden retriever on leash and pushing an empty shopping cart.

Gordon looked up and opened his mouth to say something about no dogs being allowed in the store, and stopped. First off, it was a service dog, so that was fine, but said dog was huge. Sitting down, it looked like it would be about six feet tall, about the same height as Gordon.

‘Uh, what the fuck?’ he blurted, all regulations forgotten.

The tall man looked over at him and blinked. ‘Hi!’

‘...uh, hi! Why- why’s your dog so big, man??’

‘Oh- this is Sunkist! He’s- he’s the perfect dog,’ the man declared cheerfully. He and his dog walked up to the drink section just behind Gordon, and began loading several various sodas, both in packs and loose cans, into his trolley. The- the dog had a litre bottle of Mountain Dew held in its mouth. Okay. Sure.

‘Hi, Sunkist,’ Gordon said weakly, and decided not to press the issue. He wasn’t paid enough to try and figure out how or why this dog was so fucking giant. Instead, he stood and watched, entranced and with a growing sense of insanity for the e it took for the seven or so minutes it took both dog and man to drag roughly 50 litres worth of soda into the trolley and started to wheel it over towards the checkout.

‘Hold on,’ Gordon called out, suddenly very curious about this man with his lethal amount of soda and his terrifyingly huge dog. ‘What’s your name?’

‘Tommy Coolatta!’ the man said brightly, and squinted at the name tag on Gordon’s chest. ‘Uh… Gordon Freeman. N-nice to meet you!’

‘Yeah, that’s- that’s me. Nice to meet you too, Tommy,’ Gordon said, feeling himself retreat into customer service mode from the bizarreness of it all. His name was fucking Coolatta?? He was done. He started back on restocking his shelves and glanced periodically over to Tommy and Sunkist at the checkout. Ah, Darnold was at that till. Gordon had never spoken to the man much but apparently he liked soda, judging by the enthusiastic conversation the two seemed to be having. Ten entire minutes later, the soda was scanned and paid for and bagged, and the two left and walked off down the street. Sunkist seemed to be carrying two of the plastic bags in her mouth.

‘What the fuck,’ muttered Gordon, once they were out of sight. He’d had unusual weird or creepy customers before, of course he had, but this was a new level. Fuck this job. He had no idea what to make of the encounter.

The next few days went by without much of an event. Tommy slipped into the background of his memory and Gordon fell back into his normal, boring, working routine.

Until, like a purposeful slap in the face from the universe, the store was robbed. Or at least he was pretty sure that was what happened.

He had taken to playing solitaire in the empty hours of the store (which were most hours, in this gloomy late autumn). It was a normal and productive game for someone his age. He was doing puzzles to challenge his brain, fuck you. Maybe twelve games in a row was a getting a little sad, but-

His cards spontaneously combusted.

He yelled and reared back from the counter but before he could even process what the fuck just happened the window- the large display window next to the accessible, already opening sliding doors- was shattered by some large thrown projectile.

Oh god, that was a guy, what the fuck- there was a- an old man in a lab coat? Sprawled out on the floor in the broken glass of the window and- cackling, and a second, shorter guy with- with a sleeveless lab coat, what the fuck-

and that is all folks

mad i lost interest before i could write in benrey’s entrance but thats alright

if any of yall want to take this and continue it or whatever please do!

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 5 years

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Saving Grace - Part 13

Note: Poorly written smut happens in this part! I apologise now!! 😂 But we all knew this was happening in this part. Hope you all enjoy this update i know its been a while.... please be kind! I love you and thanks for reading 💕

Somewhere on the way to the bedroom I had pulled off Bucky's t-shirt in between heated kisses. I pulled back for air and saw he had somehow stumbled his way into the kitchen.

"Buck....wrong room!" I laughed, he looked around and chuckled before righting his course to the bedroom. He held me against the bedroom door trailing kisses down my neck before falling back onto the bed with me straddling his waist making us both laugh. I run my fingers over his stubbled jaw as i looked into those beautiful blue eyes of his....i still couldn't believe he was mine.

"You okay?" He asked tucking some loose hair behind my ear so he could see me clearly.

"Im good, just admiring the view" i smirked wiggling my eyebrows at him.

"Makes two of us doll" he smiled before flipping us over so i was laying on the bed "lets get rid of these shall we?" He asked reaching for the waist band of my sleep shorts, i bit my lip nervously and nodded quickly before i thought too much about it and ruined the moment!

I felt my panties being removed with the shorts and took a calming breath.

"You okay?" He checked again.

"Mmhmmm"

"If you want me to stop i will...."

"Dont you dare!" I snapped playfully sitting up on my elbows to look at him as he stood up from the bed and dropped his sweatpants to the floor. Once he was free of them he crawled back up the bed towards me, one of his knees nudging my legs apart to make room for him between my legs, i felt him running his cock through my wet folds and he let out a sexy as fuck moan.

"Im not gonna last long doll, not this first time anyway..... i feel like i could cum already just thinking about how your gonna feel around me..."

"I dont care i just need you, we've waited so long for this Buck"

"Okay baby"

"Just go slow okay.... its been a while and after having Grace....plus wow! your packing Barnes!" I said making him laugh before he kissed me as he lined himself up with my entrance.

"I got you baby dont worry".

I moaned in delight as i felt him pushing inside, he buried himself to the hilt and held still for a few moments letting me adjust to him.... he started slowly thrusting his hips and i swear i can i already see stars!

"Ah fuck......" he moans "your squeezing me so good baby"

"Ahhh fuck Bucky!!" I said loudly as i felt him hit that special spot.

God i forgot i how good sex felt.... and sex with Bucky.....wow!! His grip on my hips is tight and im sure i'll wake up with bruises but i dont care!

His metal hand trailed up from my hip and cupped my right breast, his thumb rubbing over my nipple gently...he leans in and kisses me, my hands slide over his shoulders to the back of his neck so i can hold him in place as i return his kiss. Bucky's hips start to thrust quicker as he nears his end but i can tell his still trying to go easy on me.... his right hand suddenly moves down to my clit and before i know it we're both falling.... that coil snaps and i bury my face in his neck as my walls clench around him, i let out a loud moan when i feel him bite down on my shoulder as his warmth fills me.

"Jesus christ....." he muttered resting his head against my shoulder trying to catch his breath.

"You've ruined me for all other men Buck" i chuckled scratching the hair at the back of his neck.

"Good! That was my plan all along doll" he laughed lifting his head to look at me "for the record... their won't be any other men. Your stuck with me I'm afraid"

"Your the only man i want anyway, i love you Buck" i told him as i closed the distance and kissed him.

Bucky and i couldn't get enough of each other, we spent the rest of the night and most of the following day in bed making up for all these months we waited. But it got to the point where i had to have a rest, we dont all have super soldier stamina! A fact i had pointed out to Bucky!

After a hot bath together Bucky told me he was cooking us dinner, a date if you like, he wanted to treat me right and do the proper thing....little things like this just made me love him more.

While he cooked dinner i was in the bedroom going through my clothes for something 'date worthy' and talking to Wanda checking in on my babies. As much as i was loving my time alone with Bucky i was really missing the kids.

Wanda had just finished telling me about their day and how well they had been behaving. Grace had been with her all day but Harrison had been out with Steve and Sam, they had taken him to the park and had dinner and ice cream, he'd been so tired when he got back he just crashed out for the night.

"Thats great Wan, that makes me feel so much better"

"I'll send you some photo's their very cute"

"Okay" i laughed as i carried on pulling clothes out my bag, nothing was date worthy all i had was comfy clothes!

"So how's it going with you and Bucky?" She asked in a teasing tone.

"Shit Wan..... im not gonna lie its been amazing!... HE is amazing" i gushed falling back on the bed and covering my eyes with my arm.

"Really??! details!"

"Yes really and No! No details" i laughed at her "all i will say is wow!"

"So his packing huh?"

I burst out laughing especially as i had said the same thing myself!

"You could say that" i nodded even though she couldn't see and she screeched excitingly down the phone.

"Worth the wait i take it"

"Definitely!" I sat up to start looking for an outfit again and came face to face with a grinning Bucky.

"Hey Buck...."

"Hey beautiful"

"Oh my god..... did Bucky just hear all that?" Wanda asked and Bucky just smirked, oh he heard!!

"I think thats a yes" i told her making her laugh like it was the funniest thing in the world.

"Hey Wanda" Bucky called out still looking amused while i sat here feeling myself blush like crazy!!

"She says hi back"

"I just came to tell you dinner will be ready in 10 doll" he said before disappearing back into the kitchen.

"And his cooking you dinner?? Y/N marry that man!!"

"Dont tempt me!" I chuckled "right i gotta go, gotta find something to wear for my date"

"Call me tomorrow with DETAILS!!"

"I'll call you but no details Miss Maximoff! Im keeping them to myself! Kiss my babies for me, i love you all"

"I will and we love you too".

Saving grace tags: @jennmurawski13 @kenzieam

@captainchrisstan @s-t-r-i-k-e-us

@lets--be-honest @ms-betsy-fangirl

@damnaged-princess @farfromtommy

@disneylovingal @lbuck121 @billweasleey

@rynabarnesrogers @heathens-takeitsl0w

@lacontroller1991 @supervengerslock

@barnesandrogersworld @mariswritingforfun

@perpetually-tuned-out @thummbelina

@marvelousstyles @broco8 @ineffableg-irl

@ilovesupersoldiers @writeroutoftime

@ek823 @Imjstaghoststory @patzammit

@cap-just-said-language

#reader insert #steve x reader #chris evans #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #friendstolovers #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #saving grace

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clownistyping · 5 years

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The Neverending Story, chapter 12

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Cover by @laneygthememequeen

A rumble from downstairs woke you up from your depression nap, rubbing your eyes awake you curled into your blanket, wait. That’s not a blanket, looking at what you’re holding you realize it’s Beetlejuice’s jacket. Internally groaning you threw it across the room,

“Damn him.” You stood from the bed and glared at the polaroids on your wall. Tearing them down one by one you threw them on top of the jacket,

“Damn it all!” You yelled and opened your bedroom door. Searching your home you saw no green ghost. Looking at the spare bedroom door you tore off the shitty handmade sign of his.

“Good riddance.” You said and crossed your arms, going downstairs you noticed your back doors were open. Your eyes softened, he’s gone, looking outside all you saw was the night. Slowly you closed the doors and leaned onto them with a sigh,

“Do ya miss him?” A voice asked and you rose a brow, standing you walked to the garden room. Peaking in you saw the giant plant rustle,

“Well?” It asked and you frowned, great the plant talks now.

“Miss who?” You grumbled as you walked in the room, looking at the painted pots.

“Oh come on! Ya know who I’m talkin bout, the ghost that haunts ya dreams and ya life?” A vine prodded your side and you swatted it away.

“What do you know? You’re just a plant.” You glared and the plant spoke

“And your just a dummy in love.” Audrey cooed and a vine pulled you closer, you were squished against his giant leaves.

“Ya not gonna eat me are you?” You asked and he shook his ‘head’.

“I’d never eat ya honey! Plus ya too bitter.” You pushed the plant away and grumbled curses. Heading towards the door Audrey spoke,

“He’s comin back ya know.”

“He should stay far away from me and this house.” You stomped your foot and looked at your living room. Quickly you grabbed the photo frames and balanced them on the closed record player.

“It’s all goin back up! Everything!” You stomped towards the stairs, the objects wobbled in your arms, a few frames fell. Your eyes were starting to water, and you sniffled. Everything, back to the way it was before he came along.

“It’s all gonna go back to normal.” You heard Audrey whine,

“Except you!”

You yelled from the stairs, a rumble from behind you caused you to lose your footing. Everything fell from your arms and you fell right along with it, landing on the floor you coughed when you accidentally breathed in smoke. Wait smoke?

Looking up you saw smoke and a green glow coming from the back doors, the doors slammed open and the smoke disappeared to reveal two figures. You’re vision was blurry from the smoke, your tears and the fall, but you felt hands grab you and wrap around you. Voices spoke but it was all blurry to you.

“Everything..back to normal.” You muttered as your eyes closed.

Is this what dying feels like? God it’s sadder than expected, plus you’re a mess from crying and haven’t eaten or drank anything in three hours. You expected a grander death, something with streamers and lights. But the smoke and green glow was close enough for now.

So that’s it huh, you’re dead. Gone for good. Kinda boring to be honest, guess Beetlejuice was right about the afterlife being boring. It’s all dark..blank, not a soul in sight. Maybe you’re afterlife is different because you’re an immortal. Or maybe, just maybe. You’re not dead and just asleep you dumb fucker.

Stop being so dramatic wake up fool jeez.

“How are they?” A voice asked and you felt a grip on your wrist.

“Still got a pulse.”

“How about me?”

“You’re dead.”

“Oh thank God.”

You snorted and felt the room tense, slowly opening your eyes your vision was still blurry.

“Beetlejuice?” You mumbled and suddenly you felt a body slam against yours.

“Oh hallelujah! Thank the lord! Amen!” You heard him say as he hugged you tightly, hesitantly you patted his back. Blinking repeatedly you started to gain your vision.

“Come on give em some room.” A feminine voice said and your eyebrows scrunched together. Looking towards the voice your eyes widened when you saw the girl from the picture. You frowned and looked away, pushing Beetlejuice off of you he whined.

“Here to get your stuff?” You asked still not looking at the two, you fiddled with your shirt. You were apparently laid on the couch after your fainting spell, how quaint. Beetlejuice started to speak but the girl stopped him,

“He’s staying.” Your frown turned to a scowl,

“Not in this house!” You stood up after saying this. Wobbling a bit you steady yourself, looking up at the man and young girl. The man frowned from your glare while the girl stayed emotionless.

“I refuse to be housing some homewrecker! He’s already ruined this home enough and-” You stopped yourself, clenching your fists.

“He’s not staying here.” You finished, Beetlejuice looked away from your stare and the girl sighed.

“Why?” She asked with a raised brow. Is this what old folks call sass? Because if so you hate it.

“He-He!” You pointed at the man who flinched, your brain whimpered from seeing this and you retract your hand.

“He fucked up.” you muttered and your fists went loose, the girl gently grabbed your hand and sat you back down on the couch. You’re eyes were watering again, rubbing your eyes you sniffled.

“He did.” The girl agreed, Beetlejuice nodded.

“Royally.” He nodded again,

“Just a real shit head.” He nodded,

“Just a complete fuck up, he is” a tear fell from you and you looked up at the girl.

“But..” You whimpered and the girl stopped, looking at Beetlejuice who looked back at you. His eyes were soft and red, he looked like a wreck, more than usual somehow.

“But nothing” The girl stated and Beetlejuice’s eyes widened. Tightening your lips you stood,

“But I miss him..” You whimpered and you were suddenly hugged by Beetlejuice himself. Knocking you down and onto the couch he sobbed into your chest.

"Please forgive me! I'll do anything, anything!" He begged and you petted his head. Softly smiling down at him you let your tears fall freely.

"You've done enough." You whispered and looked at the girl. She spoke,

"My name is Lydia." You told her your name,

"Can I.." you loosen your grip on the man,

"Can I ask how you two met?" Beetlejuice went stiff, and looked up at you then at Lydia.

With a sigh, she told you a quick rundown of how the two met, married and how she killed him.

"That's a lot…" you muttered, she nodded. Looking down at the ghost who stared at you, nervous to know if you've taken back your forgiveness.

Gulping you looked away from him. Then you sighed,

"We're both fucked up." You said, he nodded.

"We've both killed.." you looked at Lydia,

"We've all killed." She chuckled.

"But.. thats okay?" You questioned, and laughed.

"Ya..it's okay." Beetlejuice tightened his grip on you. You petted his oily hair,

"It's okay."

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thequeenb · 5 years

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Your number one fan (part 3)

Pairings: KamilahxMC

- music is the most powerful way of communication that unites people -

On their way home Kamilah felt confused, why she was drawn to this woman? Why does she felt she knew her all her life? Its probably nothing. Adrian looked at her thoughtfully "so tell me your thoughts about Amy" Kamilah crossed her arms looking at the window lost in thought "Why do i feel we met?" "Kamilah.." but before he could continue the limousine arrived to her apartment. Adrian got out to open her door "my lady" Kamilah chuckled "it was fun tonight." she said before leaving to the entrance.

The following week

Karen knocked the door before she got in knowing Kamilah will be annoyed "Miss Sayeed this couldn't wait" Kamilah rolled her eyes in annoyance "what is it this time?" Karen swallowed hard "well you got this invitation for tonight" she handed her the invitation and disappeared from the room not wanting to answer to further questions.

I invite you to my amazing fashion show of my new winter collection, as always we can discuss in my office about our "business", i hope to see you there grandma we have a lot to discuss.

Kamilah was about to rip the paper in half but then she noticed something in the bottom of the invitation

Special guests: Ariana Grande, Lana del Rey, Amy Parker.

Amy Parker she thought to herself, she sighed considering going. "Karen clear the rest of my schedule and call Miranda to bring me her best dress thank you" she said as she closed the phone. I wasn't like this, why does it feels different?

At the fashion show

"Oh Kamilah!" Priya said approaching Kamilah.

"Lacroix" she said coldly "oh please work on that enthusiasm dear, after all when i heard you were Amy's fan i couldn't help but invite her" the fashion designer said smiling widely "How y-"

"Details details that don't matter, the show is about to start how about we find our sits hm?"

Kamilah couldn't put the pieces together, she followed Priya to their sits as she greeted Adrian "You look breathtaking" he said smiling "shhh its starting" Priya said as she watched excitedly around to see the people's reactions. As the models were walking and posing putting on their best show Kamilah was looking across the runway where Amy was sitting on the first row smiling at the sight Infront of her, she pointed at one specific piece that she looked excited about and Kamilah couldn't help but form a smile on her lips. The woman was wearing a black tight dress and high heels that looked way to hard to walk in but somehow she was perfect in every way. Amy turned her head around and saw Kamilah staring and flushed a big smile waving. Pretend you weren't looking she thought, it was easier to pretend she hadn't been thinking about Amy since yesterday rather than admit she is drawn for unknown reasons to the hypnotic smile that woman has. Before she even knew it the show ended and she realized she didn't even focus on one piece of clothing or any model at all. "So what did you think?" Priya said standing up "it was fine" Kamilah said cynical as always.

After the show as promised they decided talk about some problems that concerned the Baron that disgusting bastard. "And with that we need to make him stop this madness, his men are threatening me and my clan" Priya said concerned, something she isnt known for. Kamilah nodded taking in consideration what happened

"Wait for me outside Adrian i want to speak with Priya alone" he didnt need to be told twice, when Kamilah said something it was mostly final, the fashion designer moved closer to her smiling mischievously "i knew you want me you should just asked" Kamilah rolled her eyes pushing the woman away "i will rather die Lacroix" "that can be arranged" Priya said smiling "then what do you want?" she asked curiously. For a moment Kamilah hesitated but after a while of thinking she came on terms with the fact its late to back down now. "Well i really liked a piece of your collection and i was wondering if i could buy it" of course she couldn't tell her it was for Amy. "Ohhh someone is a fan" Priya said "alright, consider it a gift i will have it delivered to you by tomorrow" Kamilah was surprised by Priya's kindness "is this a trap?" "Oh go before i change my mind"

Later that week at Kamilah's office

"Karen is it delivered?" Kamilah asked her assistant clearly nervous, emotions aren't a good look on her. "Yes Miss Sayeed you asked 5 times" she regretted those words not wanting to upset her boss "i am so s-" but before the conversation could continue her phone rang thank god. "Yes Sebastian? Oh really? Tell her miss Sayeed is expecting her" she cut the line smiling "well she is on her way up here" Karen said and Kamilah's eyes widened "Now???? How do i look?" her assistant never saw her like this "for professional reasons of course" Kamilah said to be clear.. lies, "you look great Miss".

The elevator doors opened and Amy could be seen walking towards Kamilah's desk admiring the place "You have taste no?" Amy said chuckling, "Hello there" Kamilah said crossing her arms trying to look professional "to what i owe this pleasure?" Amy bite her lip nervously. God can she be more sexy? "Oh well" she pointed at the dress in her hand "this was delivered to me by you and i..i couldn't accept it" Kamilah held out a hand "no dear i saw the way you pointed at it on the show" Amy smiled mischievously, that damn smile that was the begging of Kamilah's end "so you were looking?" Kamilah quickly changed subject "well you can try it i have a bathroom here" "Oh i am sure you are bu-" "Oh thats ridiculous, i have 20 minutes so don't waste my time" she tried to sound as cold as she can be but an unfamiliar tone of affection could be heard.

When Amy got out of the bathroom Kamilah's jaw dropped. She was wearing a Priya Lacroix original gold dress that fitted her body perfectly. Amy did a twirl as Kamilah enjoyed the show "so do you like it?" "It looks good" once again Kamilah said trying to hide any hint of emotion she felt.

"Kamilah?" the girl yelled from the bathroom, Kamilah rushed to her side "is everything ok?" Amy smiled "yes silly i just need help with the zipper" Kamilah swallowed hard before she placed her cold hands on the zipper pulling it down, she felt something in her heart as she realized she was staring

Amy looked uncomfortable "i am used to the audience but i want some privacy" she said and Kamilah quickly closed the bathroom's door. What were you thinking? why do you feel so much desire for her? She thought to herself as the girl came out. "Your gift is lovely even more your company but i have a meet and greet with my fans" Amy said hugging Kamilah Goodbye but as they pulled apart Amy dared to look in those brown eyes she felt familiar with, it was like she could see her soul inside them

Amy felt the need to kiss Kamilah's lips. But all suddenly started to turn and that made her brain blackout as she lost all her senses, the last thing she saw was Kamilah saying words she couldn't hear because everything around her was a blur, but she remember falling to the floor and shortly after her eyes closed shut.

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afewmarvelousthoughts · 6 years

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Stay Ch. 16

Master List

Pairing: Natasha X Reader (Female)

Summary: You have a gift, the ability to see other people’s innermost secrets. For years you used it to gather intel for the highest bidder when you take on The Widow. After she becomes more than a mark the two of you spend years stealing moments. Post snap you wait in your designated meeting place, look back on the sordid past you share with the woman you love and hope against everything that she’s still alive.

Warnings: Angst, and fluff, and feels oh my!

A/N: So yeah I swear I wroth an authors note for this... but idfk what happened.

ANYWAY! Thank you all for being so patient while I got my life together. This one is also short and sweet (guess that’s the mood I’m in). However, y’all should know me by now. This is just the calm before the storm.

Hope you enjoy this one my pumpkins!

Tags are open!

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March 2007

At some point in the last five months, you’d stopped recognizing yourself. The woman in the mirror wasn’t Y/N. Her hair was different, down to even the eyebrows. Her accent distinctly that of a life long Londoner. She worked for an independent UK couture fashion magazine, chose wine over whiskey, and was distinctly heterosexual.

When the chance to work this job requiring deep cover came up in December you jumped on it. You didn’t want to be you anymore. The you that couldn’t be with the woman you loved. The you that was heartbroken. The you who was beginning to doubt that you’d ever be happy. Fuck her.

Being Charlie Daniels was far better. She was, of course, a real person. Just one who was now living comfortably in the Bahamas courtesy of MI6. Even legit agencies had use of freelance talent every now and then.

Settling into her life had been easy. Not setting her boss on fire or blowing his brains out daily was a different task altogether. Turned out that a magazine was a great front for a crime empire. Lots of international travel, young and beautiful and desperate men and women, money exchanged in countless untraceable ways, on and on. And this fucker was happy to take advantage of every single disgusting avenue it opened up.

You almost had everything you needed to hand to MI6, get your obscenely large payout, and get on to another gig while they threw all of these bastards into cells to rot for the rest of their miserable lives. Just one more trip. After whatever horrible things they lay out in Tokyo you’ll be set.

Tokyo is one of those cities you can lose yourself in. Like New York but better for its interesting balance of vibrancy and grounded reserve. You absolutely love it.

The whole point of the trip, at least on the surface, was to focus on Fashion Week Tokyo. Honestly, there was a part of you that wished this was your world. Nothing but runway shows and after parties. Writing about the latest trends rather than delving into the inner workings of the worlds miscreants

Oh well. It was nice enough to pretend. You had to admit that you’d miss Charlie Daniels once you shed this skin in a couple of weeks.

You’re sitting two people down from your boss at an underground show. The level of security here screams that there are other things going on behind the scenes but it’s still a room filled with a who’s who of the Japanese and international fashion communities.

This was your third show of the day, and you knew there would be a party after where you’d have to schmooze all while plucking information from your unsuspecting fellow guests. You’re exhausted. So rather than pay much attention to the show you let your mind wander.

When she walks out you feel her rather than see her. Slowly you turn your head to stare dumbstruck at the model walking onto the catwalk. Your heart begins beating against your ribs, your mouth goes dry, your hands shake.

It takes every ounce of control you have to keep your emotions in. To not scream “Natasha!” at the top of your lungs. To not grab her and run for the hills. Charlie Daniels and her easy life be damned. It’s hard but you manage.

As she turns and comes back down, passing now closer to you, her eyes don’t graze the crowd at all. Head up, shoulders back, she walks the runway like she’d been doing it for years.

The rest of the show is maybe ten minutes but it feels like years. You know the models are all attending the party. Eye candy for the high end guests.

It’s fairly easy to ditch your coworkers in the crowd as you try to find the best vantage point in the room without being too obvious. After a solid twenty minutes, you find yourself planning an escape route. Most of the models are milling about but she’s no where to be seen. You will find her.

But you know you can’t skip out just yet. At the bar, you order a red wine and make yourself seen. Charlie would never miss the whole party after all. You spend a bit chatting with designers and a few models, feigning interest in the whole thing until you hear your boss call out to you.

“Oy, Charlie!” Carl’s voice alone makes you want to put him down. When you turn he’s waving you over to the bar. Sighing heavily you head over.

You’re about ten feet away when you see her, head back laughing at something Carl or his friend had said. Both men are far to close to her for your liking and the hungry look on Carl’s face sets your blood boiling.

He slings an arm around your shoulders and you carefully coach your face to not show disgust. “Charlie here is my best writer. Doin’ some pieces for us on this whole thing,” he waves his other hand around wildly.

“Good to meet ya, Charlie, I’m Dan,” the other man, clearly American says.

“Likewise,” Natasha doesn’t react to the accent at all.

“This here is-”

“Natalie,” Natasha cuts him off, extending a hand to you. Holding her eyes with yours you take it. It’s like touching a live wire.

“Natalie is an American model working here in Japan. May be a good topic for a piece.” He ribs you leaning closer, “And a good piece for the office eh?” Suddenly that MI6 money seems far less appealing.

“I’d love that,” Natasha beams. “Why don’t you guys go mingle and Charlie and I can chat!” The men exchange a glance, but there’s plenty of fresh meat around to sink their teeth into.

Carl flashes you a greasy smile and a wink as he walks away. Thinking clearly that you’re going to snare this woman for him. You, unfortunately, had a few others. Not something you were proud of. Demands of the job you told yourself.

“She’ll take a vodka neat,” you tell the bartender.

“Yes,” Natasha smiles at him, “Whiskey for her. Makers if you have it.” He thinks nothing of it and makes your drinks.

“So, how’s modeling in Japan?”

“Probably about as good as writing for a sleazy jackal.”

You laugh, “That bad? What’s the goal.”

“Getting a cover,” you commend the clever word play.

“That’s a good goal. Long term?”

“Something like that.” She takes a sip of her vodka, “How long are you here?”

“End of the week.” Your skin itches to touch her. The men are rounding back. You hold her gaze and shift your eyes back to them. She catches on.

“Perfect! It’s so hard to have a good interview here, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely. Why don’t you come by my hotel?” You whip out your spare key card. “I’d love to get your story for the mag, maybe do a full feature.”

“A feature would be excellent exposure!”

“Wouldn’t it?” Carl slides up next to her. “We can get you all the exposure you could want Ms. Natalie.”

“Charlie was telling me all about it.” She flashes him a coy smile. “Thank you so much Charlie! I forgot I have a late fitting tonight for another show so I’ve got to run. But we’ll chat soon yeah?”

“Absolutely! It was so good to meet you Natalie.”

“Same! Bye!” She hurries through the crowded room and disappears.

“Busy girl.” Carl quips. “Whiskey?” You look down at the glass by your hand.

“Some guy sent them over,” you gesture to Natasha’s lipstick stained glass. “Seemed rude to refuse. Can’t stand the stuff though.”

“That’s a mans drink,” Carl laughs at his own perceived joke and you force a smile.

Somehow you make it through the rest of the evening. You’d refused to allow yourself to hope that she’d be here, too obvious to come the same night, better to wait. Kicking off your shoes you head straight to the mini bar and crack open a whiskey, downing it in one gulp.

“You really need to be more careful,” Natasha’s voice comes from the bathroom. “I mean not even checking around. Sloppy.”

“Charlie Daniels doesn’t have to check for Russian assassins in her bathroom,” a smile pulls your face so tight it hurts.

“Well, Natalie Rushman isn’t a Russian spy. So…”

You let your real accent resurface as you pull her into your arms, “Natalie Rushman, I don’t know if that’s clever or lazy.” She kisses you hard, tongue sliding over your lips hands gripping your ass.

“Mmm,” she hums. “Kinda like the accent.”

“Oh?” You revert to the clipped posh Londoner sound. “Would you rather be with Charlie? I hate to break it to you, she’s strictly into dick so you may need to get a bit creative.”

Natasha’s head falls back with laughter, “I’m always into a challenge but,” she cups your face in her hands, “I’d much rather Y/N, she’s got a cute accent too.” Your kiss is soft this time, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, honey.” Gently you push a strand of hair out of her face. “Is this smart? Are you gonna get-”

“I’m good. I wouldn’t be here if I thought there was risk.” She pulls away and tugs you toward the bed. “There’s no surveillance on me here, I check in every week, that’s it. This is strictly to build a cover.”

“Cover for what?” She gives you a sideways glance. “Right. National security.”

“Do you really want to talk about work?”

Smirking at her you push her back on the bed. “Maybe later.”

You lean down to her but she stops you by planting a strappy heel in the center of your chest. Trailing your fingers down her leg you snag a knife from her thigh holster. Carefully you slide the blade under the straps, the incredibly sharp edge cuts through the thin suede like it’s nothing.

“Those were very expensive you know,” eyes sparkling with desire.

You slip the shoe off and toss it aside. “I’ll buy you a new pair.” Your lips press against her ankle.

Everything in your life until her was so fleeting. Even your own name, the sound of your own voice, who you were… But with her, you were grounded. You weren’t anything but her’s, you were Y/N.

Suddenly you’re overwhelmed. Caressing her muscular calf you just stare at her eyes. Emerald green, dark liner, lids heavy with lust and exhaustion.

“Natasha…” Your voice cracks and you fight for composure.

“Y/N? What is it?” She shoots up, cradling your face in her hands.

You shake your head, unable to really find the words and unwilling to send this storm of emotions to her. “I just…” You cover her hands with your own. It’s not that you don’t want her, you do. But…

“Can we just… I just wanna hold you…” Her expression immediately softens, eyes sparkling a touch with tears. “Sorry… I… I just…”

“I’d love that, baby.” Tenderly her lips brush yours, then your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids as they flutter closed.

You shed your clothes and crawl into the plush bed. Holding tight to one another you spend hours drifting in and out of sleep, covering the other with soft kisses. Before the sun rises your hands wander southward.

This time you don’t fuck one another senseless. It feels like you’re trying to memorize every curve, every sound, every subtle thing that marks being together. You both know you many not get to do this for some time. The knowledge aches but it doesn’t make having her any less sweet.

Post Snap

You lean your head back on the wall behind the booth. The crying man from last night is gone, you find yourself hoping that he’s resting peacefully somewhere… even though you know it’s pointless to hope for such things.

There are more people filling the bar than there was before. The TVs are off, radios turned up, reporters frantically trying to determine what happened. It was global, that was clear. All planes grounded, trains stopped, communications spotty due to damaged cell towers.

A man speaks frantically to someone who seems to be a friend that he was heading to Nuremberg from Budapest, how the roads are almost not navigable. He doesn’t know if his family is even still there but he has to find out.

Despite his distress, your lips curl a bit at the mention of Budapest.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #black widow #queer fic #wlw

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hxnjisxng · 6 years

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Snowdrops || Han Jisung || The Language of the Flowers AU ||

So idk i haven’t written in a really long time but i’m really excited for this so !! This is also my first time ever writing bullet thingie so,, yeah,,, not all of these will be in the bullet format I just felt like trying out smth new !! and to stay true to my ult Han Jisung i will write about him first. In this like,,, kinda cute little series thing. Every theme will kinda just relate to the flower meaning so,,, yeet !! Also, s/o to my one and only bub @chenle who told me to tag her when my first official writing thing happened so here !!!

Genre: Bad Boy!Jisung x Piano Player!Reader au; bulleted scenario

Warnings: none !!

Word Count: 3.2k

{picture not mine, credits to owner}

Snowdrop: (noun) A European flower which bears white flowers and blooms in February/early March, it signifies the end of winter and the coming of spring. Represents hope, purity, warmth, and new beginnings.

Ever since you were little you’ve known you’ve wanted to be a pianist

It all started when you were younger and you went to see an orchestra with your parents

They 100% expected you to fall asleep in the first,,, like,,, five seconds after you came into the theater

What they did not expect is for you to sit there starry eyed staring at the person playing the piano for a whole 3 hours

They were,,, sister shook,,,,

But they didn’t think much of it, you know, like yeah they just like classical music

You know, as one does

But the second y’all got back into the car that was it

You wouldn’t stop talking about how pretty the music sounded

How much you liked the sound of pressing keys and the sound of the pedal lifting or the sound of the mallets and strings inside of the piano

You loved it

It was as though you had just found your one and only true love, y’all know, the yee to your haw

The ying to your yang

The chris to your weed

Sorry back to the point

You just couldn’t explain it, little four year old you just knew the fluttering feeling in your heart was a good one

So your parents signed you up for piano

They said they would find you the best teacher they could, one that could make you great

So that’s what they did

From a week after that concert, you started piano lessons

And you only fell more in love with the piano as time went on

So, after this little bit of context, flash back to reality

oop there goes gravity oop

there goes rabbit he chokes

Sorry okay eminem is my calling

So it’s the end of winter, it’s been a really cold and bitter winter, but it’s around the end of february and somehow it just HaS noT gotten any warmer

And here we meet our boy jisung

Our chipmunk, our squirrel, our boi yk

But he’s a little bit of a hooligan

A bad boy if you will

You know, the leather jacket, the messy hair, the snarky attitude, the cocky jokes and the cute smile you knOW and he always always ALWAYS has a lollipop

A pink lemonade lollipop to be exact

It’s his favorite flavour

Any who, he’s one of those guys, the type of guy that almost everyone either wants to be him or with him

He’s also a part of a trio of you know bad boys at your school, the other two being his best buds Chan and Changbin

They call themselves 3RACHA

They’re as tight knit as can be, they do everything together

Skip class, hang out, throw parties

You know all that bAd bOY stUfF

He also has a slight reputation to get into fights every so often

Maybe not only so often

Maybe vERY often

But he’s trying his best okay those people just get on his nerves when they poke fun of one of his friends or his music

“I’m just a little misunderstood, okay I didn’t wanna break his nose it just sometimes happens, you know, my hand just kinda lost control of itself and hit him in the nose really really really hard. I swear.”

“Mr. Han, I distinctly remember you telling him to shove a stick up his, excuse my language, ass, and then proceeding to punch him.”

*them sitting in a perfectly silent office* “hM sorry it just got really loud in here, pardon???” :))))))

Real footage of Jisung last week after breaking some guy’s nose

He also loves loves LoVES music

Loves all music

Except for classical and country

He’s always despised classical music, it just seemed so boring

There’s no pounding beat

No lyrics to scream along to

He just found everything about it depressing and irritating and just monotone

Well one day, as he was wandering through the school

You know, as one does when their friends were busy doing who knows what during lunch

He stumbled into the music hall

Now this was an accident

He didn’t really want to be here since the only courses your school offered in terms of music were classical ones

And again

Gross

But for some weird, strange, odd-ball, out of this world, sister shook reason

He felt like he needed to be here

That’s when he heard it

tHE hiLLS aRE aLiVE wiTH

The sound of music

Not the kind of music he liked

It was definitely classical music, so y’all, it’s disgusting

‘I should go, the music is starting to make me depressed already’ he mumbled

But his feet wouldn’t move, his body just kinda froze

It felt like something was just pulling him to that room, to that ugly boring nasty music

And it’s not like he’s never listened to classical before, he had, but this time something was weird about it

He still didn’t like it, it all still sounded the same, nothing interesting

But something for some weiRD REASON was telling him to go to that room

Like something was a little different about the way it was being played

‘Maybe,,,, I should just look for a couple seconds and,,,,,,, tell the person to stop playing that boring stuff,,,, or maybe I could just listen for a bit,,, but like obviously no that’s nasty,,,,’

The door was slightly ajar, so the music was just drifting through the air

Just calling him over

Jisung slowly walked up to the door, and peeped through the window

And there you were

You, reader, in all of your piano classical music glory

Sat there playing your heart out to the world

In that moment when he saw you with your hair slightly drifting over your face

Your eyebrows slightly scrunched up in concentration as your hands ran across the keys

His heart was screaming

Literally just like

dabdikajbksbfkajbDNBDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

He almost forgot about the fact he hated classical music if he could just watch you play it all day

Wait,,, what no,,,,

Gross,,,,, the Han Jisung doesn’t like people that easily,,,,,, nuh-uh thats def not him folks

And he got so scared by that feeling

The one inside of his chest

He was scared of how it made his hands feel tingly and it made him feel like he stood up too fast because his head felt so rushed and light

It felt like he was flying, but also crashing down to earth at the same time

And when I say scared

I mean terrified

This boy is mortified of catching feelings

Definitely not because in the third grade the person he liked stomped all over his heart because they wouldn’t give him a cracker,,,,, no who even thOughT tHaT hAHa

Just the thought of him truly giving his whole heart to someone ?? unacceptable

Like in this economy ?? liking someone ?? unreasonable

So he did the only logical thing

He ran away

Far back to the other side of school

And he was so out of it for the rest of the day, he just couldn’t handle it

He even went back to class next period because he was so out of it

“W-welcome Mr. Han take a seat, it’s a pleasure to have you finally join us.”

“mm-hmm”

He didn’t pay attention all day though, his mind was only occupied by you

Cheesy, I know, but it was

Even when he went to hang out with Chan and Changbin

“Bro,,, where were you during lunch ?? you kinda just disappeared”

“I was uhhh,,,, in the library,,,”

“The library ?? are you good ???”

“Yeah,,,,, im fine it’s cool,,,”

“Dude, you alright you seem a little weird.”

“Yeah,,,,,,,,, im just thinking”

Jisung thInKing ??? unheard of

So, this terrified Chan and Changbin because whenever Jisung thinks it’s never good

But it’s been three days since he saw you

And he’s still thinking about you and he’s kinda emo about it

Because, of course, you occupied his thoughts, the song you were playing stuck in his mind on a loop

This is so cheesy please forgive me

It was so bad that he started hearing it everywhere, it even started placing itself into his music and the lyrics he was writing somehow all revolved around love

He’d sit there for hours writing lyrics until he realized all of it in some way tied back to you

It was bothering him

Like a lot

So now it’s been a whole six days, and trust me he’s been counting and he thought he could take it,,, you know not see you,,,

Until he’s had enough

He needed to go see you again otherwise he felt like his head would explode

And it wasn’t because he liked you or anything,,, he just wanted to see you so he wouldn’t write any more music about you,,,,, because this was just SuPeR gRoSS

So he went to the same hall, the same room, the same time, and there he saw you

Still working on the same part of the piece

It was just as beautiful as the first time he heard it and he honestly was in awe of how your hands moved across the piano as though they were as light as air

Anyone even from a million kilometers away could tell you were frustrated with this part

He wanted to tell you that you didn’t have to worry because it was beautiful

He wanted to just go in there and tell you that your playing is amazing and hold your hands and just comfort you

But he just couldn’t say anything

And he could always say something, he never stopped talking

And his heart was still doing the same flippity flop screaming thing in his chest

Big surprise, i know

But then,,,, he had a genius idea,,,, like spectacular,,,, like nobel prize winning idea,,,

“Maybe if i see them all the time,,,,, my heart will get used to it and it won’t flippity flop anymore :’D,,,,,,”

wow ,,,, genius i know you don’t have to tell him

So instead of saying anything, or ignoring you any longer, he decided

I’m just gonna come here and watch them play every day because as long as I see them and never talk to her,,,, eventually whatever weird heart thing i have will go away !!!!!

So that is exactly what he did

Every single day for the next coming three weeks,,, he would disappear during lunch and go and watch you play

Changbin and Chan were getting suspicious but they never asked,,, so Jisung thought he was so slick you know

So it’s been weeks of him doing this

It’s now around the end of February, and he planned on doing smth for Valentines day,,,

Not,, because he liked you or because it was valentines day, but because he just,,, somehow planned to do it for February 14th

He was really counting on his genius 10000+ IQ plan to work

But, surprise surprise, his plan was failing

It was almost as though he liked you APPRECIATED !! your playing even more after seeing you play :))))))

Just seeing you just so cutely hunched over the piano

It made his heart hurt wiTH APPRECIATION FOR YOUR ARTISTRY NOT L O V E

Haha obviously,,,,,, not love,,,,,, who even said that y’all hear summ ????

And he realized maybe he just ReaLLY REALLY reAllY wanted to be your friend !!

Really really close friend !!

And that’s why he wanted to talk to you !! And hold you !! Like F R I E N D S do !! haha !!

And you know this mentality was really working great, until one Thursday

It was near the beginning of March when it was getting a little warmer and all that green good grass was kinda appearing from under the snow,,, these little white flowers peeking out from under the melting snow and it was just so pretty that day

And all Jisung could think about was how beautiful you would look today outside

Holding his hand

In a totally PLATONIC and FRIENDLY way because he obviously just liked you as a friend

And maybe today he would tell you how much he wanted to be your friend :D

But that lunch you just didn’t show up for half an hour ??

He was confused,,,, like really confused

And also concerned ?? where were you,,, you were always here on time,, he even makes sure to show up 5 minutes after your usual arrival time so he could calmly sit outside of the door without getting caught

But today you weren’t there and he was about to leave and chicken out until he felt a hand on his shoulder

‘AHHHHHHHHHHHHH’

Istg he jumped like fifty feet in the air

“Hey,, you’re that guy who always sits outside when I practice !!! Han Jisung right ?? Sorry I was late I needed to talk to Mr.Park about a science assignment I have that’s due next week,, ”

Jisung.exe has stopped working

First of all,,,

yoU kNeW ?!?!?! and he thought he was so slick

Not only that you knew his nAMe and apologized for being late ??? did you like ??? cARE ABOUT HIM A LITTLE BIT

And he also just,,, kinda loved the way you just said his name

It made him UwU in ways he didn’t understand

In a friENDLY WAY

Oh who was he lying to at this point

Maybe he did like you just a LITTLE more than like a friend would like a friend

so what,,, sue him,,,,

He was so caught up in the million and five thoughts that were racing through his mind that he almost forgot to respond, so he managed to choke out the following charming and very expressive line:

“U-uh you know my name ???”

,,,,,good one Jisung,,, real smooth,,,,

You let out a light giggle and just kinda looked at him with this really soft expression

“Ofc I knew !!! I heard your foot tapping every single day and you also sat in front of an open door so,,, I kinda saw you the first day,,,”

SORRY NOT ONLY HAS JISUNG.EXE STOPPED WORKING HE JUST CRASHED ??? LIKE EXPLODED

Your hand,,,, was still on his shoulder,,, and you giggled again,,,,, how are you,,, so cute

Little did he know you freaked out the exaCt same way you saw him the first time in the hallways with his eyes closed and head leaning against the lockers

And not only that,,, he was just super pretty,,,

With the winter light perfectly hitting his face

His jacket slightly too big and it loosely drooped over his shoulders

I’m actually ruining myself imagining this wow thanks m e

So when you finally asked around after a couple days one of your friends told you who he was

The Han Jisung

The resident bad boy at your school, who liked to get into fights and allegedly also liked to play around with peoples hearts

Which didn’t exactly scare you well maybe it did a little bit but we’re not here to expose ourselves

First of all you’d like to give him the benefit of the doubt because he’s probably just like any of us ?? people just kinda put him on a pedestal so you felt like you didn’t really need to treat him differently from anyone else

And with every time that he would sit outside of your practice room and listen you felt a little bit of that fear melting away because when he looked so relaxed and so pretty that his face just screamed UwU

But you gotta play it cool reader,,,because you’re slick and all that,,, you know

So you just kinda turn around and head into the music room without saying anything else

Which again gave him shock number 37429387129837 of the day

He was expecting you to do something,,, say something,,,,, but instead,,,,

You just smiled at him, and turned back to into the room, now sitting at the piano bench

He was confused

And mayhaps just the littlest bit disappointed

He knew that everyone knew him, and that’s usually not the kind of reaction he gets, usually he gets a whole OH mY iT’s HaN jiSuNg scream or an angry disgusted look from people who didn’t like him

But no

Not you

Yet, what could he do

He was going to just,, sit back down in the hallway in his usual spot, or maybe just get up and leave since his cover has been blown and you probably think he’s super creepy

When your voice called out for him inside of the room

“Are you gonna come in or what?”

A small smile spread on his face as he stood up, and he noticed you had already set up a chair for him next to you at the piano

“So,,,, do you like classical music?”

“Um,, not really,, no.”

“Then,, why did you sit outside every day ??”

You asked confused, your eyebrows slightly furrowing staring at him with intent

And he just found that so cute

So so so cute

So cute that it just made any confidence he had just disappear

“I-I justreallylikethewayyouplayitsoundsnice.”

He just really wanted you to stop looking at him like that it was going to make him actually just explode

You gave a breathy laugh at his cute antics,,, what was there not to like about this boy,,, I mean what a softie

Maybe he wasn’t too bad, ya know

Nothing to be afraid of

“You wanna hear me play one of my favorite songs?”

Jisung nodded his head, his hair lightly flopping on his forehead, kinda covering his eyes

Oh how bad you wanted to brush it out of his eyes and just pinch his cheeks but, alas, it shall not happen

Or will it ;);););;;;))))))))

So you with a light inhale you began playing on of your favorite pieces, it was strong and domineering, with an edge of superiority

If ya wanna check it out it’s actually one of my favorite pieces it’s Rachmaninoff’s Prelude in G Minor, Op. 23, No. 5

As soon as you started, Jisung was already in a trance, the way your hands moved, the sound of your breath hitching every huge chord or octave jump

Damn Jisung was whipped

When you smiled at him after you finished the piece

With your eyes so bright, finally breathing normally again, and just a light pink blush that swept across your face

He felt his heart beat fast again

But this time

Mayhaps he didn’t want to run away

“So, what did you think? Did you like it?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like classical music maybe a little bit more now ??”

You asked with just the biggest grin on your face

“Hmm,, no i don’t think so,,” Jisung responded with the cheekiest smile known to mankind

“Then,,, I think you’re gonna have to come back here tomorrow so I can change your mind about that” ;)));))))))

WOWOW,, alright reader do y’all ever get tired of being so cute ??

As you continued playing the marvelous thought dawned upon Jisung

So maybe he did like classical music just a little bit more now

And,, maybe his heart beat faster with every second you looked at him

And maybe that feeling is not as bad as a thing as he thought it would be

Maybe it’s actually just the littlest bit nice

Just a little bit

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Save Me Pt 2

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader

Summary: In which Roger and Y/N grow closer than they had thought they would and Y/N visits one of Roger’s shows, as per his request (The second part to this imagine)

Requested: Yeah by a few people

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed this! I know a lot of you wanted me to write a second part to it - so here it is! I was thinking of maybe writing a third as well, maybe turning it into a series if that’s something you guys are interested in? Please, let me know :)

Roger’s foot jumped up and down nervously on the ground, his finger’s tapped on the table in front of him. His eyes flicked endlessly between the door, the counter and the coffee sat in front of him.

She wasn’t going to come.

She had to come.

Roger shook his head, trying to rid himself from those thoughts.

So she was a little - ten minutes - late, it didn’t mean anything.

The waitress was eyeing him up - she was pretty, sure, and normally he would have checked her out in return, would have flirted with her a bit. But not right now, right now he was waiting for something - someone - much more important.

Another five minutes passed and, just as Roger was thinking of leaving, the door opened and she entered.

Roger hadn’t realised just how tense he was until she walked in and he felt his muscles relax. She looked around the coffee shop and, upon making eye contact with him, offered a small, guilty, tentative smile. Roger returned it with a grin.

Y/N crossed over to the counter, placing an order and turning to Roger, sitting on the seat opposite.

“Sorry I’m late - I got you a coffee to make up for it,” Roger laughed and shook his head at her.

“You didn’t have to do that, love. You get caught up with uni,”

Y/N began to nod but then, paused, looking down at her fingers unsurely.

“Can I tell you the truth,”

“Of course,” Roger frowned, sensing her nerves.

“I was thinking about not coming,”

“Why?”

“I’m scared,”

“You still are?”

“Yeah,” Y/N’s voice was small and uncertain, almost embarrassed. She stared down at the table in front of her, not wanting to make eye contact with the drummer. Roger reached a hand over the table slowly, holding his palm out. Y/N’s eyes lifted and met his.

“I’m not like that guy,”

“I know... I just...” Y/N shrugged, giving him a small smile. “I’m not good around people normally, never mind...” she trailed off and gestured at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Roger asked through a laugh, going to move his hand but Y/N grabbed it quickly, cheeks flushing from her action. Roger squeezed it, hoping to reassure her.

“I dunno just... you’d be intimidating anyway,” she groaned and Roger rolled his eyes at her.

“How have you been though? There’s only so much I can tell from phone calls,”

The pub had been a week and a half ago. Y/N had called the following day, as promised, and the two of them had spent two hours on the phone, Y/N cried, and told him about her shitty day, and Roger comforted her. Roger ranted about the band and his dentistry degree that he didn’t want to get and Y/N encouraged him - telling him that she thought his band was amazing.

And Roger had wanted to meet up earlier, get coffee and get to know Y/N better - the girl intrigued him more than any other woman had before. But Y/N was wary and it had taken eleven days of phone calls for her to gather up the courage to agree.

“I’ve been alright, thanks. Charlie got me to call up my boss and he got the guy put on the blacklist so he’s not allowed back in the pub - and he gave me three weeks off to rest and feel better and revise for my exams,”

“Thats great!” Roger exclaimed, squeezing her hand tight out of excitement for her. Y/N smiled and looked down.

“How was the rehearsal yesterday?”

“It was good! Freddie’s come up with a new song and it’s sounding great,”

“I’m so happy for you!” Y/N beamed and Roger grinned, bringing their hands to his lips and placing a kiss on her fingers.

“You should come to another one of our shows - watch from backstage this time though,”

“Do you want me to?” Y/N asked uncertainly and Roger smiled at her, shaking his head.

“You’re adorable - of course I do,” Y/N bit her lip, not wanting her smile to grow too wide.

“Okay - but I don’t know when,”

“Just the promise of you coming is enough, love,”

“Flattery gets you nowhere, Taylor,” she said but she was laughing and Roger was quick to join in.

“That smile tells me the opposite, love,”

It took Y/N three more coffee takes and plenty more phone calls in the space of two weeks before she agreed to come to one of Roger’s shows.

Upon entering the pub, the timid girl walked straight to the door to the backstage area, guarded by a bouncer.

“Hi, sorry I’m a friend of Roger Taylor, he told me to come backstage?” The bouncer looked down at her, one eyebrow quirked, expecting her to just be another groupie that followed the blossoming band around. But seeing the shy, nervous girl made him pause in his rejection.

“Let me just check with him first, alright?” He said and Y/N gave a quick nod, knotting her fingers together and leaning against the wall as the bouncer disappeared backstage.

He returned less than five minutes later with the blond drummer in tow, who grinned at seeing Y/N stood there, opening his arms for a hug, which Y/N gladly accepted.

“I’m so glad you came!” He murmured, squeezing Y/N tightly. Y/N smiled into his chest.

“I’m really excited,” she told him honestly and Roger chuckled, letting her go and running a hand through his long, tangled hair.

“Better not let you down then - come on, the guys want to meet you,” Y/N marvelled at the ease with which Roger slid his hand into hers, pulling her gently behind him.

“Guys - this is Y/N,” Roger introduced to the band, each of whom were tuning their instruments.

“Your... girlfriend?” The guitarist asked, raising an eyebrow at the grin Roger had directed towards the beautiful girl. Y/N blushed at the suggestion and Roger gave a smile, looking at her unsurely.

“I’ll give you an answer to that based on how impressed I am tonight,” Y/N joked and the band laughed. Roger squeezed her hand.

“All the more reason to perform well then,” Roger murmured quietly so only she could hear his comment.

“I like her - I’m Freddie, pleasure to meet you darling,” the singer said, flouncing over and taking her hand, shaking it up and down excitedly.

“Nice to meet you too,”

“I’m Brian,”

“John - but they call me Deaky,” the bassist said, giving a smile to the girl that somehow put her more at ease with the group of three boys. He was clearly the quiet, more reserved one of the bunch.

“I’m Mary - Freddie’s girlfriend,” the only other woman said, taking her hand.

“It’s really nice to meet you all,”

“Hey - Mary - you’ll take care of Y/N during the show right?” Roger questioned, cornering Freddie’s girlfriend while Y/N broke off into quiet conversation with John and Brian.

“Yeah, of course... why?”

“She just... doesn’t do well with crowds and new people so I just wanna make sure she’s all right,” Mary smiled at him.

“Of course I’ll make sure she’s all right, Rog,”

“Right, guys, let’s go do this!” Freddie exclaimed, bounding over to Mary and placing a kiss on her lips. Roger rolled his eyes at the couple, wandering over to Y/N and grinning at her.

“Do I get a kiss for luck too?” He asked and Y/N laughed, embracing Roger tightly.

“Maybe when you get back, Rockstar,”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Roger grinned, kissing Y/N’s cheek before running to catch up with Brian and John before they got on stage, Freddie already disappearing into the sight of the crowd.

“Please do,” Y/N whispered, watching him go with a lovestruck smile on her face.