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bots-and-cons · 3 months

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Hiii! I haven't been requesting anything from you for ages! But here I am with angst request.

Basically how would Wheeljack, Breakdown and Predaking react to their favorite teenage human, who always was seen as that ball of sunshine always smiled or laughed whenever they were near them, or kept them cheered up after failed missions. Just to see that readed slowly starts to lose that shining personality fading into the quiet, low self-esteem shadow of themself, no more laughs and cheering up yk. And just one day never coming to base and finding out from Kids that the reader just permanently moved out far away from Jasper Nevada without any explaination with no saying goodbyes, or answering any calls.

You're always allowed to just simply not write that request if it's too uncomfortable for you.

Don't force yourself into writing that request fast take your time! And I hope you have a nice day or afternoon or night!

Baiii.｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

A/N: Nice to have you back :D I decided to do HCs for this, since it’s always the easier way and I just felt like it fit this better than scenarios, because of the longer time frame. Also, platonic since you asked for the reader to be a teenager. This ended up kinda angsty, but I’m not really surprised given what you asked for. Sorry I cut out Breakdown, seems to have become a bad habit of mine lately

~Predaking~

•Predaking was very protective of you from the very beginning, because you showed him kindness even when he wasn’t quite sentient yet and ever since he transformed for the first time too

•Also he doesn’t really have any actual hatred for humans

•Sure he thinks they’re inferior and weak, but that’s more like pity than hatred

•Anyway, that doesn’t really apply to you, because he actually knows you, so you’re like a whole different thing from the rest of humanity

•You were always so bright and even when your light started to dim, you were still always kind to him and the others

•You started getting quieter and visibly less joyful

•Predaking of course took note of this, because all he’s ever known you to be is a happy, bright, joyful person, so the change is pretty drastic in the end

•It happens gradually, you start talking less and less, and when you did, you always seemed tired and not really interested

•Predaking doesn’t really know what to do about it, because his emotional skills are not very well developed yet, you can’t really learn that kind of stuff from a database after all

•He thought maybe he should let you be, because he didn’t want to make you feel worse

•Eventually you started coming to the Nemesis less and less, before you finally stopped all together

•Predaking tried to get in contact with you after he didn’t hear from you for a week, he asked Soundwave to locate you

•He refused, because he had more important things to do apparently, so Preadaking wasn’t really left with many choices with how to get in contact with you

•Actually he was left with just one, he decided to go to where you lived

•He just landed in the middle of the street and looked in your window

•There were no curtains and he could see that the room was totally empty

•You were gone, you’d left and he had no idea where you’d gone

•Predaking tried but he could never find you, you were gone and there was this odd emptiness in his chest

•He’d lost his best and only friend and he now regretted that he never said anything to you when he noticed you deteriorating

~Wheeljack~

•Jackie didn’t really notice it at the time, but you were going downhill at a steady pace

•When he started thinking back on it after you left, he had seen you getting worse, but there had been so many things going on he hadn’t really had time for you

•Ever since he met you, you had always been so happy and it seemed like nothing could get you down

•But eventually the fear got to be too much, you were so tired of being scared of the decepticons all the time

•You started to wither away, but you never talked to anyone about it, Jackie was very regretful he didn’t notice

•You stopped going to school and barely ever left your home

•Your parents noticed this, they thought you were getting bullied or something, so they decided a move to another town would be best

•You didn’t fight them on it, you had no reason to

•You wanted to get away from the autobots, because if you weren’t with them, the decepticons would have no reason to target you

•It’s not like you hated them, not at all, Jackie was a great friend and it sucked you had to leave them behind, but you couldn’t live like that anymore

•The constant terror was killing you, you were so stressed and exhausted, and you had to get away from it

•You never told Jackie that you would be moving away, you couldn’t, you didn’t want to, because you knew he would try to change your mind

•You left and the bots found out when the kids heard about it in school

•Jackie did want to go find you and talk to you about it, but in the end he didn’t want to trample on what you had decided

•There must have been a reason you didn’t want him to know where you were going, why you left, but he could never figure it out

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #wheeljack #decepticons #predaking #tfp headcanons #reader insert #platonic transformers x reader

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morrirylet · 2 months

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i want zombie apocalypse au with losers and i'm gonna do it OKAY (i am very excited to share it AND i will post more about this au later! drawings too hehe)

this was a virus that spread worldwide. no one knows for sure who spread it, so it's pretty much the usual: it's either the government's fault or someone ate/had sex with an ancient animal. people neglected this virus at first, and, well, we all remember how covid was

it was a nightmare, but the losers survived it, all of them. first they had to find each other, then they had to find a safe place to stay, and after that, of course, they had to survive. they travelled all over maine, avoiding raiders and zombie hordes, but eventually they found a place that felt safe (more or less)

now that all this zombie stuff has become part of their lives, the losers live together in their camp. they were in their mid 20's when it happened and they are now ~30 yo

stanley and bill were dating when the virus started, they lived together with their dog and were happy. stanley's family was one of the first to suffer from the virus, because the synagogue in derry was one of the first places where the disease spread, and stanley had to kill his own parents (he was going to visit them when they attacked him). stanley is the most traumatized one of all the losers. he is constantly trying to make his life look like it was before, but it's really hard to maintain. bill is silent about all this mess, he just wants his friends and family to be healthy and safe. bill suffers from anxiety but he doesn't talk about it. their dog is alive and she's a happy little girl! bill's parents are alive too. they live in the government camp, bill decided to stay with stanley and the other losers because this camp could only take one more person. the government camp sucks anyway

richie was the only one who was out of town at the time. he and eddie were still hiding their feelings from each other, but they're dating now. richie was in new york and he was SO scared for himself, his family and of course his losers. eddie and the others tried to contact richie while it was still possible, but it took them about 6 months to find him. richie's parents died when he was 28-30. it had nothing to do with the virus, but richie is devastated anyway; he's trying to hide it. richie's little sister lives in a camp with her now husband. eddie was terrified in the beginning, and he surely still is. he was the first one to start looking for richie, and his shit wasn't put together until all the losers could be reunited. eddie and his mother were separated when she tried to make him to go to the government camp with her, but he wouldn't go without richie and the others. he doesn't know where she is now. eddie was infected with the virus (he was bitten in the arm)

ben and beverly got married a year before all this started. they were just about to buy a house and live on their own, as grownups, and ben jokes about it now and then — it's a good thing they didn't spend all the money on the mortgage, not that money means anything now. beverly promised herself she'd quit smoking, but she's smoking again. she thinks a lot about her father, she has no idea where he is or what happened to him as they haven't spoken in ages. bev shifts her attention to taking care of the losers and killing zombies. ben tries to keep himself sane by reading a lot and working even more. he's always there for beverly yet he doesn't know how to make her feel less stressed. his mother was infected and didn't make it

mike was born for this kind of thing. he knows everything he needs to survive, and he's the most resilient about what's going on in the world. yet he's full of regret — he was just about to move away from derry, he had so many plans, and they all collapsed when he saw the first infected with his own eyes. he lost his family when their camp was taken over by raiders

so it's like... a thirst trap post, just to point out the main events! i wanna write much more later so wait for me ;____;

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years

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Phantom bride event-Seeing you in formal wear (suit/wedding dress/whatever) Pt. 3

Characters: Jade Leech, Lilia Vanrouge, Deuce Spades

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, murder, religion, obsession, possessiveness, war, manipulation, blood

Jade is famous for his gentlemanly behavior whilst also being known as someone dangerous

So what would a wannabe gentleman who can end you mentally within a short amount of time (I'm sure he can) do?

Not letting missy kiss you that's for sure

But being a hatstand (aka slap-frozen) isn't exactly helpful for him so... imagine all the anger and bloodlust which accumulates under that smile (jokes on him because I doubt that ghosts have blood within themselves)

The thing is, the moment he saw you in that clothing he was lost for words (for probably the only time in his life)

And also you could see that something inside of him was breaking

And this is Jade we are talking about

But back to the non-canon-fan-fiction-written lore

You know, Jade would usually talk someone into something by making them insecure breaking them, finding out what they love and give hints at that in their conversation...

But no, all his tactics, gone

Eels are usually beings that can cooperate very good with other beings but once they fear something or feel threatened then those shiny teeth are used

But Jade is still too elegant for that, doesn't mean that he doesn't get desperate

He just freezes up

But the second he is free he will grind the princesses self-esteem to dust

“Oh my! It took you that long to find someone suitable? Well hopefully your future can stay that way.” is one of many sentences

But after this he also becomes way more paranoid

You had limited contact before but now? The whole hallway is empty the moment you enter

But don't you worry, Jade is there for you! He wouldn't dare to do something so mean to you like the others! Just depend on him and him alone

Oh my Overseer, you have done it!

Lilia had been slicing heads off like they were warm butter whilst imagining you loving him, marrying him

But no, that foolish... useless wench just took you from him, or so he thinks

He refuses to see her in a similar position like Malleus from that point on

No, she is just another sinner who dares to question and challenge you!

If you haven't noticed, he kinda imagines things because he doesn't want to accept that you are proposing to someone who isn't him, fake or not

Lilias mindset gets thrown back to the time he fought against that foolish king, ready to turn her into sashimi

And thank goodness that 1. he was turned into a state in which he can't more and 2. that he doesn't have a sword

Don't ask me how but he would be able to turn the ceremony way more red if he had one... and if missy wouldn't be a ghost

But there is also a small dying part of him which is tearing up

On no, not because he is happy but because you just look so good

Even better than in his dreams!

Now he would take your hand and... and he is not standing in front of you

That small part is now 100% massacred

Once he is free he will make sure that there is nothing between a shared future with you and his current self

And of he has to start another war in your name, then so shall it be!

Our dear, hardworking Deuce doesn't look like someone who aims to be an honor student at all in this situation

So what happens?

You uh... might want to hug him afterwards.... otherwise I can't assure that he won't punch someone in the face hard

He is having high blood pressure as well so a visit to the doctor wouldn't be a bad idea as well...

But anyway, you enter and he goes full tomato

Or if you need another comparison, like someone who has just eaten the spicyest pepper in the world and doesn't usually eat spicy food (all my fellow Europeans, how are we doing?)

So, our dearest tomato man really doesn't hold back

He screams the entire time that “This crazy woman should get a grip!” and that “She doesn't even deserve you!”

At some point someone took a piece of cake and shoved it into his mouth to force him to be silent

The view we have now is a guy, putting red roses to shame with the color of his face, munching on a cake whilst trying not to choke by how fast he is eating

Let's not forget the guard beside him who already has the next piece in his hand whilst waiting till Deuce is done with this one

But inside of him is a dream dying

The dream of having chances with you, the Overseer, the ruling figure over the Queendom of roses

But at least he knows now that bananas and mango don't work in a cake topped with extremely sweet icing

After this is over Deuce won't care less if he becomes an honor student or not

In the end he is the only one close to you. Why? Just... don't visit the school nurse and think too much about the fact that his knuckles are bruised, ok?

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pix3lplays · 2 months

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AHHH, I'm happy you like him :3 (Arius) He's my lil goofy goober. Fun Fact actually! His name means 'Devoted to Ares' and we know that Idrila is likely based off of Aphrodite right? If I recall they're a thing in Greek Mythology!

So it's like, his name means devoted to ares but he's actually devoted to someone who's probably BASED on who ares dated yk?? I just think it's a cool small detail haha.

And he does in fact get shocked reactions when he tells people he's a knight of beauty! Not even the knights believe it when they first meet him

Anyways! To answer your questions,

I haven't decided on a exact age, but he's atleast around his mid to late twenties. Maybe early thirties.

He has like a dark red hair and heterchromia eyes (One grey + one brown) His brother Lazarus in fact also has heterchromia eyes! They both have grey eyes but instead of brown, Lazarus has green. Which is there only difference (until they got older and arius grew out his hair + lazarus dyed his)

He's definitely not Argentis level devoted but I wouldn't say he's casual either. He does believe Idrila is still alive and is also looking for her. He also believes beauty can be found in everything and everything and tries to spread that around "in the name of Idrila" as he says. And he does at least daily give an offering to Idrila in some way HOWEVER he also doesn't spend his whole life on it. He knows how to balance his devotion and relaxing at the same time. Hopefully that makes sense haha

I haven't given much thought on who he'd get along with YET. Mainly cuz so far his canon interactions are with my other friends oc. However I feel like he'd get along oddly well with Boothill and Argenti (despite the confusion at first about being from the same faction)

His brother is actually chill and really nice. However they lost contact after a while due to how their past was. They used to be really close actually! Loved having people guess who they were and covered the one eye that was different between them. However, the more Lazarus got the attention and praise from their parents, the more their relationship began to stagger. They both still care for eachother truly, but after so long of never seeing each other or talking. I'd be awkward to talk about their past now, at least in their eyes it would be.

Hopefully I was able to answer your questions well! I'm really happy you like him :3

Sorry it took me so long to reply to this, I saw that you sent me something else so I figured I should reply to this first~

But yeah I like him a lot, I’m glad that Lazarus is actually a chill guy hehe, I hope the two of them get along whenever they reunite.

I bet even among the knights there are differing opinions about Idrila, so it’d be kinda interesting to see how Arius and Argenti’s views compare…I bet it’d be really entertaining to listen to two Knights of Beauty discussing Idrila hehe.

And yeah somehow I pictured him getting along with Boothill too?? Maybe Arius can keep him out of trouble? Or idk maybe he’ll assist in sticking it to the IPC haha…

But yeah, Arius just casually dropping that he’s one of the elusive Knights of Beauty at the end of a conversation is so funny to me. Just. Wait WHAT???? And he’s gone before anyone can ask any questions, haha…

#pixel says stuff sometimes #anon ocs

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wimdchine · 7 months

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on a random day, with no particular significance, all traces of windchime had been gone from the house. everything except a locked notebook, and a key lying on top of it.

If one were to flip through the journal's pages, short sporadic entries filled up the otherwise white paper.

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The first entry seems to date back to before Windchime even met Midori.

Its so boring!! my friends haven't contacted me in ages so i'm stuck inside this stuffy house >:( it's only been a month and those fuckers are bored of me already?? seriously?? i need to find new people to talk to, what a pain.

It's okay, i can make new friends instead. i just have to be more interesting :)

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Mr. Midori's gotten super affectionate after i sprayed him with water,, what an oversight... If this is how easily someone can deter him then i'm quite worried about the future... I can't say the affection is quite bad though,, what the fuck am i writing NO. Do Not. Get. Feelings. N O.

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He, Moon, and Len got together!! I'm happy for them,, really. I don't really care much for what they do together anyways... as long as i can stay by his side, i think it'll be okay! he's still affectionate to me either way..!

is that even okay? i mean... i'm not gonna think too hard on this.

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i think i'll die if someone ever reads this, whether if it's a stranger or not but!! i love you, Midori!! there!! i wrote it down >_< it's so embarrassing to admit,, even on paper!!!

On another note, i started making a box..! it took a while to learn how,, but i think its coming together quite well :D

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Moon's talking about making a list of things Midori has to adhere to since he's quite,, "loving" to all the people in his house. i think it's stupid. i mean, the only thing that's gonna do is give you an easier way to count off the things he's been doing. like a bucket-list...

How possessive, maybe Moon's just insecure? He's so ordinary it hurts. Useless too, i mean...he doesn't even have a job, right? All Moon's doing is leeching off of him. How infuriating.

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He's gone. What am i supposed to do now? I spent all that time and now he's just...

It hurts so bad. It'll take a while to stop feeling like this again,, I'm so bored.

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Midori's back but he doesn't remember. What if they lie to him? What if they say that I did horrible horrible things to make him hate me? Is that possible? I hope anyone doesn't do that,, I think i'll actually die.

I can do that too, maybe... but i don't want to break everyone's trust. whether i like it or not, these idiots have endeared to me, annoying >:(

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It's not Midori, why did i ever think it was him in the first place? He lost his memory, of course he'd be different!! You're a fool, an idiot.

It doesn't matter anymore, I'll stay by his side until he recovers.

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I made Mr. Midori promise that I'll be the one to kill him. I don't want to but,, I didn't want anyone else to have the opportunity to do it, sorry other people!! I'm feeling a little greedy. They might fuck it up, or hell,, they might even enjoy it a little too much. I can only trust myself with this.

even if i don't want to kill him at all.

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Mr. Midori told me he liked me when I sprayed him with a hose. Did they not fix this bug yet? Still, I denied it. Even though i really want it to be true, you know? I kept thinking all day,, what if he got his memory back? Maybe some things about me lingered in him!! or something.

Who am i kidding, that's not gonna happen at all.

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the most recent entry.

Everyone else has somebody else.

It's all so unfair, i hate everyone in this godforsaken household. Maybe I should've left when i had the chance. everything just hurts so much.

I think it's time i leave this house.

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#🎐 // chiming in~!#i didn't want to waste it but at the same time i wrote these sleep deprived and haven't reread them so...#it's hard to consider it more than trash pfft #anyway. i tried. i hate wc so much

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starcats1219 · 2 years

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Surface Changes

Chapter 2

Masterpost - ao3 - previous chapter - next chapter

warning: description of spider's appearance

"-And then, the banshee screamed about her lost daughter, taken by the waves, and as me and Jones ran as a distraction-that's when I hurt my leg-Sroa walked in with the Banshee Box and captured her!"

Roman threw his hands up dramatically, falling back into his seat, leg propped up on the coffee table. He, Logan, and Patton had taken over one of the break rooms of the office and were sitting in the comfy fabric chairs as Roman told the story of his latest mission.

"Impressive, Roman," Logan said, taking a sip from his coffee, "talking to her to attempt to calm her down was a good approach."

"Why thank you, my Microsoft Nerd!" The injured man exclaimed, wincing as his leg shifted as he moved.

"Roman stop moving, you're just gonna make the pain worse." Patton chastised gently.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. What have you fine folk been up to while I was gone?"

Logan glanced over at Patton, who looked back at him, eyes pleading. Logan nodded at him quickly.

"Well, I didn't do a whole lot besides paperwork from our mermaid case, and I believe Patton was the same, right?"

The medic started to nod, but after a moment paused, shaking his head.

"I got called to speak with Mrs. Roth today."

"Patton, you don't need to-"

"Logan, it's okay, promise." Patton took a deep breath. "They're thinking of letting some of the medics go."

Shocked silence filled the room. Patton continued to speak.

"There's too many of us, nearly one medic per field agent when there doesn't need to be. So, they're thinking of letting some of the younger, inexperienced ones go, they haven't seen as much. Not that that really matters anyways, you know what they do to… ex-employees."

The room was quiet again. They did know. Any terminated employees from the _ were given a complete memory wipe from their time at the agency. Every person, every mission, where the building even was. It was permanent and had never been reversed.

Roman got up from his chair, struggling to make his way over to Patton. The medic stood up to steady the injured man and pulled him into a tight hug. Logan could see him whispering something into Patton's ear, but could not hear what it was. Logan stayed seated. While he wanted to comfort his friend, physical contact had never been his forté. Once Patton had helped Roman back down to his seat, he spoke.

"Has it been confirmed you'll be one of the ones let go?"

Patton shook his head slightly.

"No, but I wouldn't be surprised. I've been here longer than some of the others, sure, but compared to someone like you, Logan? It's practically my first day. There are so many more experienced medics, chances are I won't be here much longer."

As Patton spoke, tears began to build in the corners of his eyes, his voice breaking slightly. Before Roman or Logan could move to comfort their friend, they heard a commotion in the main area. Looking at each other urgently, Patton and Logan helped Roman get his crutches, and the three left the break room to see what was going on.

There were shouts, people calling for medical and Mr. Sanders, and a large crowd surrounding something near the main entrance. It mimicked Roman's entrance earlier that day, meaning another agent had most likely turned up injured.

What they saw instead, was something none of them had thought of, that shook them all to their core.

A figure, curled up in a fetal position as agents knelt a safe distance away, trying to calm them down. Upon further inspection, it seemed to be a young man, around the same age as the three observers. He wore a black, torn hoodie, matching rips in his dark jeans. Dark hair was swept to the side, a slight tinge of purple visible. But that wasn't the part that made Patton and Roman step back in fear or the part that made Logan freeze in shock. Rather, it was the eight, spindly spider legs that hugged the man's torso that caused the reactions.

Similar to those of a black widow, longer legs wrapped all the way by his shoulders, while shorter legs grasped at his ribs and stomach, legs a size in between holding the man's hips. It seemed to be a protective gesture, although no one knew exactly what the protection was from. The man had a few cuts, on his face, legs and arms, shallow enough that they had already clotted.

After taking a moment, the three unfroze, glancing at one another, having a quick conversation of facial and body language. They went along the small circle that had formed, using whispering voices to ask the agents to step back and continue their previous business, leaving those skilled in trauma processing with Mr. Sanders and the boy, before they returned to the break room they had been in.

They sat in silence for a little while, none of them knowing how to address the unique situation. Eventually, Roman broke the tense quiet.

"Well, what do you think that was about?"

"Roman!" Patton hissed, eyes wide, "it's not gossip! Clearly, something bad and traumatic happened! It's not our place to guess about what happened."

"Patton is right," Logan added, "it's none of our business."

Before Roman could retort, someone knocked on the break room door. Patton answered it, coming face to face with one of the agency's newer employees, eyes fearful as they fidgeted nervously.

"Uh, Mr. Sanders wants to-uh to see you in his office? All three of you, as soon as you can."

As soon as their message was delivered, they scurried off, leaving the three older agents to look at each other quizzically. Why did Mr. Sanders want to see them?

As the three got to the head office, they saw they weren't the only agents called there. Other agents and medics littered the big space, Mr. Sanders seated at his desk. After waiting a few minutes, he asked one of the agents nearby to close the door, before calling all the people in the room to attention.

"I'm sure you are all curious about the appearance of…well, you all know who I'm talking about. His name is Virgil. He has told me that he was captured years ago, forced to undergo experiments fusing him with an animal, the black widow to be exact, by a woman only known as the Dragon Witch. He just escaped her facility a few days ago and has been wandering around until one of our agents stumbled upon him. He says there are others there, who have dealt with the same thing. We need to send a team of you to check it out, and hopefully rescue any others who are in that place."

The agents in the room shifted, eyeing each other. Some of the partners moved closer together, looking at Mr. Sanders curiously. He continued to speak.

"Obviously not every team is available, whether due to previous commitments or injuries." he spared a glance at the cast on Roman's leg. "But, anyone willing to volunteer will be greatly appreciated."

No one moved. After a moment of agents giving each other side eyes and silent conversations, Logan's hand shot up. Roman (and everyone else in the room, for that matter) looked as surprised as Logan felt. He wasn't sure why he felt so drawn to this mission, but it felt right. Like it was something he had to do.

Mr. Sanders’ face held a mix of shock and unease.

"Come on, Croft, you know the rules. We send teams in, not individuals. Besides, your partner is out for the time being, and we can't wait the six weeks for him to be better. Is anyone else willing?"

"Wait, Mr. Sanders!" Protested Logan, "It makes sense for it to just be me. If this is such a high-risk mission, which it seems like it is, then it will be incredibly important to not get caught, especially while in this facility. It's much easier to do that when there is only one person sneaking around, not three. Wouldn't you agree? Besides, this job will require more intellect and stealth rather than pure muscle and strength, which, again, is a skill of mine. Plus I know enough basic first aid that injuries shouldn't be a problem, assuming we're able to get back here quickly."

He could see Mr. Sanders being persuaded, he just needed one more point in his favour, and he was sure his boss would give in.

"And sir, with all due respect, I see no one else volunteering. Right now, I'm your best bet."

Mr. Sanders sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Logan held his breath, others in the room seeming to do the same. None of them wanted this case, everyone was hoping their boss would give in.

"Alright Croft," their boss sighed, " but buckle up. This one won't be easy, especially alone."

#Surface Changes #sanders sides #fanfic #ts big bang #logan sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders

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maseshine · 3 years

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Reconnecting, Mason Mount

Request: Termination Part Three, @degeathesaviour @obsesseds-world @demiadele

Warning: Some tears, comfort

Words: 992

Notes: It's about to become a series, but I'm honestly glad they're enjoying it, because I certainly am. Want the last part?

Author's Note: I know a lot of people write with the use of quotes, but I'm used to using the dash, so I hope it's not a problem.

Part One, Part Two

Sometimes you felt really sorry for not being able to say no to people. Whatever they asked you, you would accept. Disappointing people was something that made you feel bad. Incredibly bad.

So when Debbie Mount showed up at your flat and invited you - it reads almost demanding - to watch the Euro final with the whole Mount family, you had no choice but to accept.

You were still following Mason's matches, you were a loyal Chelsea fan and a patriot to the tune, so you couldn't help but watch the games. You watched the Champions Final and almost exploded with pride in the club. They deserved this victory. He deserved it.

But, you weren't expecting the message you received, you weren't expecting anything else from him. But, he did it anyway. There was never an answer back, you didn't want to get hurt or go back to creating things that didn't exist, not when you were starting to get your life back on track.

But, it seemed that fate's plans weren't those. You've always been close to the whole Mount family, so it was no surprise they all had you as a daughter, they watched you grow up. You could never deny anything to either of them, not face to face, Debbie knew that very well and used it to her advantage.

Looking out at the green lawn you wondered if it really was such a good idea to be there, you and Mason had been nothing for months, and you could even see some cell phones pointed at you when people thought you were entertained on your cell phone.

You didn't like to consider yourself a "famous", but you had a very modest base of followers on Instagram, you were a photographic model and after the breakup with Mason you started to become a digital influencer which brought in a few new followers daily. Some people recognized you for your work as well as your old relationship.

Many Mason fan pages cheered for the return of dating. You were enchanted by the affection they had for you. It was comforting not to be seen as a goldsmith. Dating Mason since the age of sixteen must have helped the trial. After all, you were with him even before he became famous.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard Lewis' voice.

━ I can see the gears turning in his pretty head, Y / N / N.

━ It's because they are! I don't know if I came here, Lewis. I haven't seen your brother in months, we broke up. ━ The older one sent me a warm smile as he wrapped one of his arms around me.

━ A totally dumb decision for Mason, I might add. But, there's nothing wrong with you being here, you're family. Even if, I'm not my idiot brother's girlfriend any more.

━ Mason will love to see you here after the match, Y/N. You've always supported him, it's not fair for you not to be part of this moment, whether he wins or loses. ━ Jaz smiled.

━ I just don't want to cause problems. ━ You spoke softly.

━ You would never be a problem for us, dear.

You relaxed further when you realized that your relationship was still the same with the Mounts. They were like his second family. You didn't want to lose them.

•••

You felt your eyes sting. England had lost, Italy was the Euro champion. His eyes didn't stop following Mason for a moment, in his own eyes there were tears he wouldn't shed until he was alone. Your heart broke even more when you saw Declan state, they didn't deserve this hard blow. But, that's how football worked.

When placements were over and release of players to the family was allowed you and the Mounts patiently waited for Mason. Your nervousness starting to show, what would his reaction be when he saw you? What did that message he sent mean?

He didn't seem to notice his presence once he arrived, but when Lewis whispered something in his ear during their embrace, his head snapped up in his direction. His eyes becoming brighter when they met his. You sent him a small smile and in a matter of seconds his arms were around you.

You didn't call the cell phones pointed at you, your concentration was all on him, the tears he held back finally sliding down your face and wetting your neck where your face rested. After months, you were together again and nothing felt more right than that.

His embrace was strong, his hands began to gently stroke his hair, he was still crying, but he seemed to be calmer.

━ I'm sorry. I never wanted to let you down. Excuse. ━ His whisper was muffled, but it had many meanings.

━ I'm proud of you, Mase. You and the other kids made history. You filled us all with pride! ━ I changed the subject, this was not the time to discuss our relationship, we would have time for that. ━ Look at me.

I pulled his face slightly away from my neck, gently wiping the trail of tears from his face, never breaking our eye contact. His red eyes stared at me expectantly.

━ I'm really proud of you! ━ I stated as certainty. ━ Your gesture with that little girl was beautiful, this defeat does not define who you are, you were amazing. They only brought us pride. You gave your best and that's enough!

The grip was strong on you again.

━ I miss you. Very much. I was an idiot, I am. But, I still love you. Loving you so much. And I know we need to talk, but for now, just hold me, please. ━ Your order was so genuine.

━ Okay. I won't let you go.

You didn't know what would happen after that moment. But I was sure of one thing. The love she felt for Mason was never gone or gone, it was there, just waiting for a reconnection.

#football #chelsea fc #football imagine #footballer #london #mason mount #mason x reader #masonmountimagine #premier league #euro 2020 #england #love #masterlist #declan rice

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m-jelly · 2 years

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Helloo Jelly! How are you? I hope you're not too busy or anything..

I was wondering if you could do a highschool au reader where Levi is shy to ask the reader out to prom? Hejejsksks

If you can, can you also add a scene where they go to a quiet place after prom and dance under the stars and all that jwjwksks

I hope its not too much..

Thank you in advance tho <33

Hi! I'm very good, thank you. I do hope you're all okay <3 I'm not super busy anymore with the V-tines day event coming to an end. However, the letters will still be an option for people <3

I'm okay with doing high school, but I make it age-appropriate. So, they'll be a huge lack of intimate stuff. So, no serious making out or anything more. Just sweet kisses because not everyone turns 18 before their prom (I was 17 at mine). Hope that's okay.

Take my hand.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: romance, falling in love, cute, fluff, age-appropriate, high school AU, modern AU, Prom.

Concept: Levi really wants to ask you to prom, but he's too terrified to do so and misses his chance before the big day and overhears you saying you don't really want to go. Levi goes to prom being dragged by his friends and knows he won't see you. Thinking this is his last chance ever, he goes to your house and finds you home alone because your parents are out. Levi asks you why you aren't at prom and you explain how you feel. You invite Levi inside your home and get him a drink. Levi builds up the courage and asks you out as you sit outside together.

Levi let out a long sigh as he felt a weight in his heart. He held you in his heart, but he never had the courage to confess his feelings to you. High school was ending and everyone would go off to their different lives. He knew you had aims to go to University and so did he, but he wasn't sure where you'd be going and he wanted to follow.

He felt time slipping through his fingers and his chance of being with you running away from him. He didn't even have your contact information. Levi and you were just close at school and he walked you home. You'd hang out often, but he never asked for your number. He didn't want to be that guy that bothered you and pestered you on social media.

Levi noticed you walking down the hall with Hange, who seemed to be the only friend you were ever with. Levi gulped hard, then followed you a little as you chatted and talked with Hange. He loved hearing your voice so much.

Hange noticed Levi following and knew what she had to do. "Hey, so are you going to prom?"

You scrunched up your nose. "No, I don't want to go."

"Why not? Haven't you been asked?"

You sighed. "No. I haven't been asked. I'm not the girl that people run to for romance. I'm the girl that fades into the background and no one cares about. No one will miss me not being at prom. So, I don't see the point in going."

She felt her heart break for you. "Come on. Surely there's someone out there you'd say yes to."

"Well, I don't have a prom dress, so it would be silly for me to go."

She let out a long sigh. "I suppose you're right." She gave Levi a look of sorry. "Let's go to our last class then."

Levi stopped and felt sadness fill him. He clutched his chest as he felt his chance slipper even further away from him. He bumped against the wall, then slid down the wall and sat down and sat on the floor. He felt so lost that he couldn't have you in his life. His plan was to confess to you on prom night, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen.

He didn't want to go to prom, but his friends dragged him along anyway. He looked around the hall for you, but couldn't find you anywhere. He hated this because it meant he wasn't going to get his chance to confess to you. He checked his watch, then left the prom and walked through the streets until he ended up at your house.

He stared at your door and noticed your parent's car wasn't there. He walked up to the door, then pressed the doorbell and waited. He blushed when you opened it in comfy clothes and messy hair. He said your name and watched you blush hard.

You gulped hard and looked down at yourself, then at Levi. "Well, they do say something embarrassing always happens at prom." You sighed. "I thought you were my pizza guy." You peered around Levi. "Ah, the pizza guy."

Levi took the food from the man, then handed you the food and paid the guy. "Get out of here."

You stared at Levi. "Why'd you pay?"

He shrugged. "I have the money from my part-time job."

"So you spent what little you hand on me?"

"That a problem?"

You stared at him for a while, then let out a long sigh. "No. Keep being nice to me and I might think you like me. So, be careful. Would you like to come in?"

Levi nodded, then stepped into your house and looked around. "Thanks."

"You look good. So, was prom that bad you left?"

Levi kicked his smart shoes off, then slipped on the guest slippers and followed you. "Well, it wasn't good without you."

You looked back at Levi with a blush. "Really? That's sweet." You put the pizza on the side in your kitchen, then plated it up for you and Levi. "Want to eat outside?"

He grabbed a plate, then followed you out to the back and sat down. "Thanks."

You handed him a drink, then sat back on the recliner. "I like it out here. It's quiet and peaceful."

Levi hummed, then looked over at you. "Why didn't you want to go to prom?"

You shrugged. "Don't see any point. I mean, all people are doing are just flirting with each other, rubbing against each other, experimenting with shit. Plus, the prom king and queen are predictable. It's a night for popular people, not people like me. I don't want to go so people can take the piss out of me. I didn't get asked either."

Levi watched you eat and drink. "That's my fault."

You looked over at him. "What is?"

"You not being asked."

You frowned a little. "What do you mean? Did you tell people not to ask me?"

He shook his head. "No, not really. I guess, a lot of the guys at school never went near you because I'm always near you."

You gasped. "Oh, well, I guess that makes sense."

"Sorry."

You laughed. "Don't be sorry. You protected me from creepers. So, thank you."

He smiled a little. "You're welcome." He sat up a bit. "Actually, I'm also to blame for something else. A reason for you not going to prom."

You turned on your seat and sat on your thigh. "I don't follow."

He sighed. "I wanted to ask you to prom, but I didn't because I got scared."

You blushed. "Wait, you wanted to ask me?"

He nodded and ruffled his hair. "I wanted to ask you to prom because I've had feelings for you for the longest time. I like you so fucking much. I panicked and I didn't ask. I'm scared that you'll say no because you deserve a better person in your life. I gave up before even trying."

You nibbled your lip. "I would have said yes."

"What?"

You sat up fully. "I would have said yes. I like you too. I've always liked you. You make me so fucking happy and I was so sad that you didn't ask me on a date, which is why I was upset a bit about prom."

Levi put his head in his hands. "I'm an idiot."

"You're not."

He looked over at you, then stood up and walked over. He offered you his hand. "Take my hand."

You stared at his hand. "This better not be a prank."

"Just take it. I want to dance with you."

You took his hand, then stood up. "There's no music."

He pulled you close, then slow danced with you under the stars. "Thanks alright. We don't need it."

You hummed a laugh. "You're rather romantic for a grumpy guy."

"Only for you."

You smiled, then you giggled when he twirled you and pulled you close. "Nice moves." You relaxed against him, then looked up. "Wow. Look at all those stars. It's such a nice night and yet all our classmates are stuck inside a hall getting stupid."

"You're right." He looked up, then back at you. "I think I like the view in front of me most." He blushed. "Tch, fuck that was cringy."

You snorted a laugh. "Hurt my teeth on how sweet that was."

"I'm sorry. I'm trying my best here. I've never liked anyone like this before."

You kissed him making him blush. "You're doing great."

Levi smiled, then kissed you back with a happy hum. "I like you so much. I'm going to keep you close and never let you go."

You hugged Levi and sighed as you felt pure happiness in you. "Good becuase I don't ever want to let you go."

#levi ackerman #levi #fanfic #aot fanfiction #levi fanfiction #snk levi #aot levi #levi x y/n #levi x you #aot x you #levi ackerman x you #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi fluff #levi ackerman fluff

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 2 years

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"Home of the Lost: Chapter 18"

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Being a vampire, according to Star, was nothing like anyone ever told her. Even as she had gotten to know the boys, part of her still expected them to sleep in coffins. She had been certain that David would be waiting for her with a dark coffin, forcing her inside of it in order to get some rest. Of everything she had expected, it was not this.

Sleeping upside down was something she had never thought to be possible. Even though Dwayne and Marko had reassured her that it was not only 'totally normal' but that it was 'safe', she still refused to do it. After everything she had gone through that night, sleeping upside down had been a bridge too far.

She sighed, staring at the lowering sun. The cave gave her the shelter needed for the last few rays of daylight. She sighed, wondering if becoming a vampire was the right choice.

In just less than a month, her whole life had been turned upside down. It seemed ages ago since she was on that bus, talking to the driver. It was ages ago since she last thought of the life she had lived before - and how afraid she had been of it.

And now here she was, standing at the edge of the cave, basking in the weakest rays of sunlight - knowing fully well it was a dangerous thing to do so.

"Fascinated, isn't it?"

Star looked up to see Marko standing beside her.

"Couldn't sleep?"

He chuckled. "I should ask you the same question. I've got a solid reason. What's yours?"

"Life?"

"What was your human life like?" He asked as he looked outside, absent-mindly biting his thumb. Star was certain it was a habit he'd formed after quitting to smoke, but she didn't dare to ask whether her theory was right.

"It was good. The beginning, that is. My dad was a lawyer. A bit on the shady side, and we all knew it, but he made money, you know? And whatever shady things he did, he made sure never to take it home."

"Shady as in covering up murder or-?"

"He was the contact person for a local gang and got involved in some of their schemes to take over the local government, you know?"

"Sure, that's normal," Marko shrugged, causing Star to smile a bit.

"For us it was. Mom worked at a local store as a business manager. She wasn't very good at it, but the boss liked her so he let her stay on. It was a bit of a weird town, I guess. But things were good. Me and my sister had everything we could have hoped for."

"You never mentioned a sister."

"Yeah, it's part of the reason why I left. I was sixteen when I got a boyfriend, and at first it was great, you know? We went out, made out, and had fun. But when he was eighteen, he became a recruit for the local gang, and that's when things went southwards. He became drunk more often, even a bit violent. I didn't want to believe it, because he had been so great before. We stayed together for another couple of months, and when I found out he cheated on me during my eighteenth birthday party, I broke up. I didn't know who he cheated with, but a couple of weeks later, I found out it was my sister."

"Shit. That really sucks."

"Yeah. What's even worse is that Greg just doesn't take no for an answer."

"He's stalking you?"

"Is. Was. I don't know, I haven't seen him here in Santa Carla. But I'm sure he'll find me sometime."

"He won't."

"You killed him already?"

He grinned. "He would've deserved it. What I meant is that you have nothing to worry about. He wouldn't dare mess with us."

Now, it was Star's turn to smile. "Maybe it isn't all that bad."

"It's always been fun being a vampire. Back in the day, it was just easier."

"When was 'back in the day'?"

"Early 1700s."

"Fuck, you're old."

"Oldest of the group."

"Should I call you grandpa, or-?"

"Shut up."

"Do you also feed the birds like those elderly do in the park?"

"Shut up."

"You do! Wait, are your teeth still real?"

Marko gave her a stern look, causing her to laugh. "You're as bad as Paul right now."

"What is he to you anyways? I'd guess a husband, or a boyfriend, but -"

"Humans do husbands and boyfriends. Paul and I, we just are."

"But it's still a matter of you're his, and he's yours?"

"I guess so."

"We will find a way to get them back, you know?"

"Yeah. I just don't like waiting. Realising Eleanor was right under our noses the while time sucks, and then losing Paul in a similar manner. At least Paul and I weren't fighting when it happened. When Elle disappeared, everyone was mad at each other."

"Why? You seem like good brothers."

"Yes, but Elle is stuck at almost seventeen. She's the youngest - except for you now, that is - and she was the only girl. We were maybe a bit too overprotective, not often allowing her to do things her way. She became more and more rebellious over the years, fighting against every single thing we did. We slept upside down, and she demanded to sleep in a coffin. We fed on whoever we could find. She only drank enough to get her fill so they wouldn't die. The worst thing was when she decided she wanted to learn magic. Max had an employee, Maria, who practised it. She taught Elle some basics. We had a fight, and while she was practising a spell, we yelled at each other, and I left. Then Paul came in, and it started all over again. She yelled something and then she was gone. "

"So, a typical younger sister?"

"She was great. Annoying. But great."

"You only say that 'cause you changed her," Star teased with a big grin, causing Marko to grin as well. "You know it."

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #dwayne #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #star #tlb 1987 #home of the lost

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rikumorimachisgirl · 3 years

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Title: Eyes on you

Pairing: Shaw x You

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2,901

A/N: You (Y/N) are not the MC in MLQC. This is a plunny that's been bugging me for quite a while, I had to write it. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own MLQC or its characters, but I do own the concept of this fic.

There were a few mysteries in this world that the esteemed Archeology Graduate Professors at Loveland University can't explain - for instance, the formation of the Stonehenge, the exact location of the lost city of Atlantis, the origin of the Nazca lines… and your presence at the Metro Art Gala dressed to the nines, positively gleaming as you strode arm in arm with your classmate and Thesis partner Shaw, who seemed like the perfect gentleman that evening. Thanks to your work at the Loveland Museum, you scored two invites to the gala featuring the recently discovered works of a well-known artist - an event any Archeology fanatic wouldn't let pass. The two of you walked along with LFG's Exhibition Hall, pausing occasionally to admire one of the recently discovered sculptures by the Renaissance artist D'Romani. As you both looked at the intricacies of the artwork in front of you, your charming companion would lean in slightly and whisper something in your ear, causing you to roll your eyes or stifle a giggle.

To the guests in the prestigious gala, the two of you looked like two young people at the cusp of falling in love, but the members of the Faculty of the Graduate School of Archeology saw it differently - this was a real-life mystery if they'd seen one.

As your eyes swiftly swept through the entire room, you could see that your professors only had one question in mind - how'd this happen? How did two people as different as day and night, who argued with each other throughout Graduate studies, end up amiably enjoying each other's company tonight?

You drew a sharp breath and sighed. The answer was simple: Your Thesis defense was right around the corner. You needed him to cooperate, you were willing to go to great lengths to make it happen. And your Thesis partner (unfortunately) was ready to take full advantage of the situation.

***

"Tell me why we're doing this again, " you said through the door that separated you and your date, as you were putting on the dress you bought (or invested on, as he casually stated) for tonight's gala, which he insisted on attending with you. It was six in the evening on a Friday, and you had just arrived home after cramming your workload at the Loveland Museum and foregoing your meal breaks just so you could leave work at exactly five-thirty.

"I already told you a couple of times - you want me to cooperate with you so you can pass our Thesis, and I need a reason to be around her," the purple-haired man waiting at the other side of your bedroom door called out nonchalantly. "You can drop your fantasy about me asking you out because I'm attracted to you."

You hissed silently at his snarky remark and counted to ten. You haven't even left your apartment yet you already wanted this night to be over. "How do you even know she's gonna be there?"

She - the Miracle Finder Producer, the object of your Thesis Partner's fantasies, and as fate would have it, his brother's girlfriend.

"They're doing a show featuring our Thesis adviser. Didn't he tell us about it during our last consultation?" He asked, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"I wasn't listening," you shot back, as you took off your ponytail and started styling your hair with your curling iron. You chose a one-shoulder fitted black dress that stops right above your knees, so you thought of wearing your hair down for a change.

"Ah, yes. You were too busy looking at your notes, trying to prove me wrong as always."

You closed your eyes, as you continued to make big beach waves and prayed to the gods you wouldn't commit murder tonight.

"How much longer are you gonna take?"

"Excited much?" You asked, smirking while you now removed your glasses and put on your contacts. "You sound like a teenager excited to see his crush in a school fair!"

"Don't compare me to you!"

"I don't have designs on anyone in the party," you called back. "Unless your brother's attending the event, that is. From what you've been telling me, he seems like a great guy."

Silence. You arched an eyebrow as you strained your ear to listen for any sign of life outside your bedroom door. What must your grunge-rock skater boy-turned-date-for-the-evening be thinking?

"Do you want to pass our Thesis or not?"

You struck a victory pose at his remark. Finally, one point - you, Shaw - about twenty.

"Are you done yet? This suit is really uncomfortable. Damn, why do people even wear these?"

"Because they're decent?" You shot back. "You know, you can always go home if you're not comfortable in your attire because when we get there, you need to act decent, too. Can't have your usual swagger in a formal affair."

"Just hurry it up already!"

You rolled your eyes as you applied your nude-colored lipstick to finish off your look before putting on your black stilettos, and stuffing your phone, wallet, and your makeup in your purse.

"All done," you replied, as you finally emerged from your room.

***

A part of you wished that the dynamics between you and Shaw were different. While he was a pain in the neck, and too carefree for his own good, you also thought he made for a good intellectual sparring partner, quite attractive, and it was hard to deny that he's got your heart beating double-time whenever he got too close for comfort like he was at that very moment.

"My, you two kids seem to be having fun tonight."

You gasped, at the sound of the voice behind you, and you felt your date nudge you ever-so-subtly while straightening.

"Hey, Professor Adler," he said in his usual unruffled tone, his lips stretched into a smirk as he held his hand out to your Anthropology professor and Thesis adviser, who watched you both amusedly. His gesture made your eyes shot wide open, you thought they'd fall right off. Shaw shaking someone's hand? That's one for the books.

"Shaw. Fancy seeing you here," the stout middle-aged man greeted while shaking your date's hand. "This isn't your usual scene though."

"Yeah, I know, but I can't exactly turn a pretty lady down, can I?"

"I can see that," your professor said as he looked at you appraisingly. "Well, well, you clean up well, Miss (y/n)."

You fought the urge to squirm at the older man's words when you heard your date cluck his cheeks with his tongue and suddenly felt his arm around your shoulders, pressing you protectively close to his side.

***

"All done!" You happily announced as you stepped into the living room of your small apartment where your date was impatiently waiting for you.

You could've sworn he was stunned for a second or two before he shook his head and tried to regain his usual impassive expression. Finally, he stood and walked closer to assess you better.

"You're not wearing your glasses. I thought you said you're practically blind without them?"

You cocked your head to one side. Out of all the things he could've complimented or called out, that's the first thing he noticed?

"Wouldn't it look awkward if I wore glasses to a formal event?"

"Your hair is all curly," he continued as if you didn't say anything. "And your shoes are so tall, won't you trip? Also, surely you have a jacket to go with that dress, right?"

You stared at him in disbelief. Why did this carefree, bass-playing skater boy turn into your dad all of a sudden?

"Uh…"

"Well, at least you're not wearing red lipstick. You don't have to try too hard to look sexy. Geez! I've got plans of my own this evening, so don't expect me to be your bodyguard," he continued to mumble as he circled around you. Before long, you felt something warm and heavy on your shoulder. His coat?

"It's just until we get to the venue," he shrugged as he led you to the car he borrowed for tonight. "I don't want people seeing you freeze to death."

You sighed, your shoulders slumped as you followed your date to the car. You already expected he wouldn't throw you a compliment for looking like a proper human tonight, and you cursed yourself for feeling gutted over it anyway.

***

"So, which one of these sculptures did you like best, Professor?" You sighed in relief as Shaw changed the subject, his arm still wrapped around you, making you blush furiously.

"Oh, I have to say I liked Eros and Psyche best. In case you haven't seen it yet, it's located a little further down the hall near the bar area," the older man was starting to explain when someone tapped his shoulder from behind.

"Excuse me, Professor Adler," a gentle voice called out, making both the professor and Shaw jump. From behind the old man, a pretty petite with brown hair and big brown eyes, and the biggest smile on her face stepped up. "My name is MC from Miracle Finder."

Almost immediately, Shaw withdrew his arm around you, almost causing you to stagger backward. He straightened up and feigned disinterest.

"Hey. It's a little rude how you stepped in while I was talking to the Professor," he said, his tone teasing.

"Oh, I didn't notice you here. Do you mind if I talk to your Professor? We've invited him for an interview about the exhibit," the girl said sweetly.

Based on how unconsciously coy she acted around Shaw, and the way he kept egging her, there was no doubt that this was the girl he was crushing on. You felt like the odd person out all of a sudden and needed to step away.

You backed away slowly, careful not to rouse their attention because it would probably suck if you knew how Shaw would introduce you to his little crush. As soon as you were in a safe distance, you turned and walked aimlessly down the hall, pausing briefly at paintings or sculptures that caught your fancy, looking at its intricacies as you did so earlier. But somehow, it wasn't as fun as it was before, so you moved on quickly, to give way to the other guests who also wanted to view the artwork.

Finally, you came upon the bar and decided to rest your tired feet at the far corner, hidden from the rest of the world. Sighing, you slipped your feet off your stilettos and quietly watched as the guests around you - mostly couples - happily chatting away as they enjoyed the beauty of the art around them and the wonderful music that filled the air. You knew somewhere in the crowd, your date was fawning over his lady love, probably getting in the way of her filming your professor.

Tch.

You knew he liked her - he always told you he did. And why wouldn't he? MC was pretty, seemingly sweet, and dainty - the kind of girl any guy would like to protect. And you. You were the opposite. You lived for your work, were 'one of the boys', and didn't need anyone to protect you - that's just how you were - and now you started to realize that maybe guys don't exactly like that. At least not Shaw.

Wait, what were you thinking? You scolded yourself as you shook your head. Why were you even thinking of what he liked when you don't even like him to start with. Or did you?

"Ugh. What the hell is wrong with me?" You groaned when a cold bottle of beer and a frozen glass was placed in front of you.

"I was gonna ask you that myself."

You straightened up in your seat and shot a look at the guy seated beside you. Dressed in a nice grey suit, he smiled as he raised his beer bottle in front of you.

"You look like you needed a drink. I hope the beer is okay. They don't have fruit beer or soda," he said calmly, his amber-colored eyes never leaving yours.

"Y-yeah. Beer is perfect," you replied while pouring the amber liquid into the glass. "Thanks," you muttered before raising the glass to your lips to gulp down some liquid courage.

"I saw you with Shaw earlier -"

The name on his lips drove you to a coughing fit, as you choked on your drink. "Sorry, " you mumbled in between coughs.

"No, I'm sorry," the brown-haired guy said, as he cautiously and politely patted your back. "I didn't mean to bring that up. I was just curious."

"It's fine," you replied when you finally regained your composure. "Yes, we're just classmates in Grad school who decided to check this exhibit out for the heck of it."

"Classmates, huh?"

"Yeah, that's what we are," you said, taking a sip off your glass. "Grad school classmates."

"Are you telling me or telling yourself?"

You looked up and saw him smiling. There was something about Dreamy McHandsome who was seated beside you that felt so familiar yet different at the same time, but you couldn't point a finger at what it was exactly.

"We're classmates, and we're working on our thesis together. But we're not friends - far from it even. We hate each other's guts."

"Can't blame you for doing so," he shrugged as he drank his beer.

"Yeah. He dragged me here so he can get with someone he's been crushing on for so long," you rambled on, frowning.

"Oh? And who might that be?"

"The Miracle Finder Producer. You know, the pretty girl in a blue top and white skirt. He's been going on and on about her for weeks…"

"You mean my girlfriend?"

His girlfriend. You choked on your drink once again. "Y-y-your girlfriend? You mean to say…" You gasped. Has the beer made you stupid? You've barely drunk half of it, you thought as you fought to regain your dignity. This was Shaw's brother you were talking to - and boy, we're they blessed with good genes…

… And the same social awkwardness, you noticed, judging by how he kept his hand at your back, but not exactly touching it, as if trying to assess if he had to pat you or not.

When you finally calmed down, he cleared his throat and gave you a small smile. "Don't worry. She talks to me about their conversations. I know what that guy is playing at, and I most definitely know he's not after my girl," he said, his voice broke no room for doubt. "My name is Gavin..."

"Yeah, I know…"

"You - what?"

"Oh," you said, tapping on your glass nervously. "Shaw kinda mentioned it in passing before."

"I see."

"So, what were you saying earlier about Shaw?"

"Oh. From what my girlfriend tells me, he's got his sights set on…"

"Ahem," you heard someone say loud enough for you and Gavin to turn your heads around. And there, standing behind you, was an angry-looking Shaw. You sat up, your gaze shifting between the two brothers as the air started to thicken with tension. "I talk to someone for a minute and the next thing I knew, my date walks out on me and right into the one person I'd hate for her to meet."

"Well, if you were just honest with her as with a lot of other things in your life, maybe she wouldn't have left your side earlier," Gavin retorted flippantly. "Is she finally done with filming?"

Shaw simply grunted in reply as he watched his older brother finish his bottle of beer and stand. "Well, Miss, there's a lot I've heard about you. Seems somebody couldn't stop talking about you, but I'll leave it at that."

With a wink and a mischievous smile upon his face, the brown-haired guy sauntered off to look for his better half, as you and Shaw watched in awkward silence.

He cleared his throat and glanced at you. "Hey."

"Hey," you replied, shakily.

"So, about what that jerk said -"

"Yes?" You asked, feeling your heart hammer against your chest by the second.

"Whatever he said is not true," he said dismissively, as he took his coat off and draped it over your shoulders. "I told you before, I don't find you the least bit attractive."

You felt tears starting to sting your eyes, as he continued with his harsh commentary. "You're tough, highly opinionated, and you always want to come out on top. I don't find those attractive at all," he said. "I prefer a damsel in distress. I want someone clingy… someone, needy."

"I know that -"

"Oh do you?" He teased, his amber eyes twinkling. "You seem to know a lot about me."

"We've been working together for months now," you said. "Of course, I'd know more about you."

"I see," he said, as he took a step closer to you and touched your cheek, rubbing the stray tear that had managed to slip down the side of your face. "So, you must know I'm also a good liar. After all, I've kept all these feelings to myself for quite some time."

He snickered when he saw your frown deepen and he bent down just as he had done so earlier, to whisper. "I made you think I liked someone else when in fact," his low voice made you shiver. "I've always eyes for you."

The End.

#mr love queen's choice shaw #mr love queen's choice #mlqc fanfic #mr love fanfic #mlqc shaw #shaw x reader #mlqc gavin #iris writes

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crymeariveronceagain · 2 years

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personal rant for personal reasons because im that kind of person, personally

hey, check tags before reading, my beloveds

so like, im excited about the new mcr music. I swear i am.

but holy frick if it doesn't give me flashes to the crappy friendships i had at age 15

like holy crap if i'm not constantly wondering what the friend who introduced me to MCR is thinking about this song

like holy fricking crap if i don't want to text him and ask him if he thinks it's any good

like holy crap.

for the first time since we stopped talking i want to talk to him again. I want to find him and ask him what he thinks. I want him to tell me all his opinions just like nothing had ever changed and I'm still a fricking baby who can't get over my best friends in the world hurting me in stupid ways that never mattered at all--

Like, I'm so excited about Foundations of Decay, and I really enjoyed the sound.

But the level at which I want to dig out that old contact I never blocked, but never texted again, and just ask him what he thinks is so strong.

I want to ask him if he liked it. If the sound was good. If he remembers when he sent me "Bulletproof Heart" after singing "Blood" at the top of his lungs, and spamming "I'm Not Okay" in group chats for as long as I can remember.

But if I ask him what he thinks.

He'll say other things.

Or maybe he won't.

But he'd want to. He'd have so many things to say that they would hang in silence like anvils above our heads, waiting for the cords to get pulled too tight and snap, crushing us both.

Why haven't you talked to me since 2021?

Because you weren't good for me, and you're still not.

Why are you only texting me now?

Because even though you were horrible to me, I want that friendship we once had.

Why didn't you text me sooner?

I didn't want to.

Like, I know this is all so specific and probably heartbreaking to read. But like, people are so shitty sometimes? Why do you want to go back to someone who fed you your ripped-out heart on a silver platter? Someone who stopped taking your side when you needed them most? Why do we want that? Why do we crave that?

Am I just an emotional masochist, or is everyone? Are we all just looking for the next person to hurt us, waiting for the next shoe to drop?

And the thing is, I wish I could say I knew he was struggling with it, too. I wish I could say he wanted to talk to me, too.

But he doesn't, and he won't. Know why? It's been nearly a year since he last spoke to me.

I lost his world and gained another.

But now, I think, watching people on the internet scream about a song that talks about everything he would have loved to talk about, everything he would have been overjoyed and a little haughty to explain to me, everything he would have shamed me over, judged me over, spoken down to me over. Everything he would have talked about with someone else before he ever came to talk to me. Everything he ever would have never wanted to talk with me about, anyways, until I dragged him into it--

He and I are on the same terms with each other. We always have been. We'd pick fights, try to one-up each other. I know what he's thinking like you'd know what your brother is thinking. Like someone who was your best friend for years is thinking.

And together, the two of us have decided.

We've made our choices for different reasons. We've put our ideas together separately in the same ways.

I know why he hurt me. He had a girlfriend who was jealous of any time he gave me, even though she denied it. And then a friend whose feelings mattered more than mine did, even though he was the one who broke my heart. And after all that, I was just the girl he came to talk to last. Everything he'd told me had already been told to someone else, so if there was slack in the friend group to be cut it was me.

But I know him.

I know how he operates.

And yeah.

We're not talking.

But stars. Do I want to.

He doesn't want to. He's still mad at me.

But I want to talk to him.

What would I even say, if I did?

"Hey, you broke my heart far worse than any lover ever broke it. But what do you think of Foundations of Decay?"

"Yo, you let people talk shit about me behind my back and said nothing, even though I'd have burned down the world for you, did you see that MCR dropped a new single?"

"So you know how you were complicit in ruining the only friendships I had? Forget about it for a second. What's going on with My Chemical Romance?"

"So, like. Remember all the things we left unsaid? Leave them unsaid even longer. Is Foundations of Decay any good?"

I'm a fool, and I'll readily admit it.

Maybe it was just seeing his picture, seeing his mom today.

Maybe it was just knowing that I'm going to see him next year, no matter what, run into him in the hallways, we're going to the same school.

Maybe it's just emotional masochism, and the need to make myself suffer even more for whatever tiny sins I've committed against him, whatever I've ruined in myself.

Maybe this is just me wanting back the peace found in destruction, the safety in the danger, the calm before the sickness, the thing that gives me anxiety to this day just trying to lord over me how small and little and weak I am.

Or maybe.

I just wish that the good things had stayed good, and that I still could call him my friend.

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jcmadgirl · 4 years

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A quiet fic idea for you: what if you wrote a fic where Kie and Pope both THINK that JJ and John B have been together for ages (maybe they think the boys are trying to keep it secret??), but actually JJ&JB haven't toppled over that friends-to-lovers milestone yet. No pressure!! It juat occurred to me this morning and I was like "you know who'd do this suuuper well? JC." So this is a strings-free fic prompt that you may adopt or ignore at your leisure 😊

Hi!! Thanks for sending a prompt, hope you like it!

Words: 1672

Pairing: JJ/John B

Raiting: General Audiences

Kie glares at JJ, and Pope snorts beside her, catching her eyes.

“This is not funny, Pope!” She says, turning her glare on him. She can feel Pope's shoulders shaking with laughter beside her.

“Glaring at him won't make him go any faster.”

“Well, if he'd stop making heart eyes at his boyfriend then maybe he could bring me my drink.”

“You're a strong, independent woman, Kie. You don't need a man to bring you a drink.”

“Yeah, but I don't want to interrupt. They think they're being sneaky.” Kie looks back at JJ and John B again, watching how John B's face lights up at whatever JJ is saying.

(It's not Kie isn't happy for them, she is.)

(But their not-so-secret relationship is getting between her and her beer.)

“We should stop staring at them.” Pope says after a minute.

(John B's arm is now around JJ.)

“Yeah. C'mon, let's go get our own drinks.” Kie says, getting up from the sand and pulling Pope up with her.

Kie walks up to them and the keg, clearing her voice.

(John B cringes and takes his arm off JJ's shoulder.)

(Kie doesn't miss the way JJ leans into the contact, before pulling away.)

(Guess they're not big on PDA.)

“Sorry, boys, just trying to get a beer.” She has to shout over the music, now that they're much closer to the center of the party.

(It's always more crowded around the keg.)

“Aw, Kie, did you miss me?” JJ asks, trademark smirk playing on his lips.

“Not one bit.” She replies, giving him a saccharine smile. She fills both her and Pope's red cups.

“Wait, I already got one for you.” JJ says, raising the second cup he's holding.

Kie rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, an hour ago.” She points out, looking over at John B.

(JJ is definitely blushing.)

(Just a little, barely visible, but definitely there.)

(Kie just wishes they'd tell them.)

(It's not like she and Pope have anything against them being together.)

(And their efforts of hiding it are pathetic.)

“Anyway, let's go dance.” John B says, and Pope shakes his head.

(He hates dancing.)

“You guys go ahead.” Kie says, stepping back. JJ and John B share a look.

(They seem to have an entire conversation with just one glance.)

(It used to make her feel excluded, like the boys had secrets from her.)

(Turns out that's just how JJ and John B communicate.)

“See you later.” JJ says, and then he's walking away and John B follows him, leaving behind Kie and Pope.

Kie watches them get lost in the crowd of drunk teenagers on the beach, swaying to the music and smiling at each other.

“They're gonna give me diabetes if they keep that up.” Pope says, and Kie snorts.

“Same.”

***

Kie is trying to be a good friend, she really is. And so is Pope.

(They pretend to not see when JJ and John B disappear together at parties.)

(Or all the times Kie and Pope catch them talking quietly between themselves, hands close.)

(She ignores how JJ always leans into John B.)

(And how John B always pulls him close.)

(How they look at each other, so sweet and adoringly that Kie has to look away.)

(It feels like prying.)

But this is starting to be too much.

“You told JJ we're coming, right?” Kie asks.

(She and Pope are literally hiding behind a bush.)

(JJ and John B are sitting in front of each other a few feet away.)

(Or, well, they were sitting.)

(Then JJ threw his empty pack of cigarettes at John B and they've been rolling on the sand since, pretending to fight.)

“Yeah, I did.” Pope says with a sigh. “Should we, like, yell at them? That we're here?”

“I mean, I guess. They look like they're about to go down on each other and I really do not want to see that.”

“Gross.” Pope comments. Then he clears his voice really loudly.

“Oh, Kie, what a nice day, isn't it?” He half-yells, looking pointedly at her.

(It makes her laugh, chest warm.)

“That was not suspicious at all, Pope, good job.”

“Shut up.” He says, blush spreading on his cheeks. “Shut up, shut up.”

Kie pats him on the shoulder, glancing back at JJ and John B.

“Fuck no, gross, gross, ew.” She says, looking away.

(The picture of John B laying over JJ will be forever burned behind her eyelids.)

“Are they aware that they're in a public space? Or do you think they just don't care?”

“Second one, probably.”

“Nasty.”Pope says, turning his back to the beach. “Well, this is awkward.”

“Just yell again, come on. I'll follow you.”

Pope sighs.

“Fine. Oh, Kie, it's really fucking hot today, yeah?”

“Yes, Pope, really hot. Can't wait to get in the water!” Kie says, cupping her hands around her mouth to make it even louder. “I really hope JJ and John B aren't getting in any trouble!”

“This would be much easier if they just told us.” Pope whispers, and she nods.

“I know.” She says again, and when she looks up JJ and John B are back to sitting beside each other, and JJ is smoking. “Come on, let's go now. Before they start up again.”

Kie strides up to them, Pope following closely behind her.

“Hey, guys.” She says, sitting down beside John B. “How's your day been?”

(She doesn't miss John B's eyes flying to JJ.)

“Pretty good, how was yours?”

***

“It's not like we're gonna judge them or anything.” Pope says and Kie nods.

(This is probably the most awkward situations out of them all.)

(Kie and Pope are right there, you know?)

(JJ and John B are not even trying to hide it.)

(JJ has John B's head in his lap, and he's brushing his fingers through his hair.)

(He looks so in love, it's a bit disgusting, really.)

“Should we just go?” Pope whispers to Kie, and she nods.

(They're all the Chateau, and it looks like JJ and John B could use some privacy.)

“Yeah.” She says quietly, and then Pope stands up and so does she.

“Well, time to go home.” Pope says, and Kie nods.

Both John B and JJ look at them, JJ's hand stilling in John B's hair for a second.

“Surfing tomorrow?” JJ asks, and Kie nods.

“You can bet on it.” And with that Kie and Pope are walking away.

(Kie can hear JJ's laugh, just before Pope closes the door.)

(It's good, he sounds happy, happier than Kie has ever seen him.)

***

Kie and Pope are sitting on the beach, around a bonfire, a beer each.

(It's a good night, warm and easy.)

(Pope is ranting her ear off about something college-related, and to be honest she stopped listening ten minutes ago, but Pope doesn't seem to care.)

(Or maybe he hasn't even noticed, too distracted by talking about whatever he's talking about.)

Half an hour later, Kie has taken his place and started ranting about actually important things.

(The environment.)

(And she knows Pope is really listening to her.)

That's when she spots JJ and John walking towards them.

Hand in hand.

She stops mid sentence, openly staring at them.

“Well, that's new.” Pope comments, following her gaze.

“Don't make it awkward, Pope.”

“You're the one staring at them like a hawk!”

(True.)

She looks away, bringing the beer to her lips, and starts talking again.

JJ and John B sit down then, and JJ's smile is so big his face must be hurting.

(John B's eyes are shining as he looks at JJ.)

(It's cute.)

“Finally decided to tell us?” Kie asks, and Pope rolls his eyes.

“What happened to not making it awkward?”

“I'm not making it awkward, shut up, Pope.” Then she looks back between JJ and John B, and maybe she did make it awkward.

(Oops.)

“Hello? Boys?”

“What do you mean?” John B asks.

(And he looks back at JJ with wide eyes.)

(JJ looks as taken aback as John B.)

“Just- you're not as sneaky as you think you are, me and Pope have known for a while.” She explains, eyes flicking between all the boys.

JJ blinks.

“You guys are together, right?” Pope asks quietly.

(Kie really hopes she did not fuck this up massively.)

“Yeah.” John B answers.

(JJ's lips quirk up at that.)

“But, like, we just got together today.” John B continues, and Kie is aware her mouth is hanging stupidly open, but she can't help it.

“Literally three hours ago.” JJ continues, and Kie looks back at Pope.

“No way.” Pope says, eyes bouncing between JJ and John B, and JJ's laugh fills the air then.

“Oh my God, how long did you think we were together?”

“Like, four months.” Kie replies, and JJ's laugh grows louder now.

“Fuck, this is so good.”

“You mean to tell me you've just gotten together today, and the four past months you two were just being regular friends? Sorry I don't believe that.” Kie says, and she really doesn't.

(JJ and John B have always been ridiculously close, but that's just too much, even for them.)

“Well, I was flirting, but he was too dense to pick up on it.” JJ says, lazy grin on his face, and John B glares at him.

(It's far too soft to have any effect.)

“Fuck off, JJ, you call that flirting?”

“Yeah, I do, bro, sorry you're too thick to realize that.” JJ replies, leaning in to press a kiss on John B's lips.

(John B's eyes literally look like little hearts.)

Kie looks back at Pope, and Pope holds her eyes.

“It's going to be like this for the rest of our lives, isn't it?” Pope asks, and Kie nods.

“Get ready for fifty years of bickering and heart eyes.”

“Can't fucking wait.”

“Guys, we're right here.” JJ rolls his eyes, and Kie laughs and so does Pope, and it's good.

(It's how it's supposed to be.)

#jj outer banks #john b obx #JJ/John B #prompt #filled prompt #obx

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chxseungyoun · 5 years

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Xukun ♡ 》 Cold Heart, Warm Smile

Pairing: A career endangered! Xukun x Contented! Reader

Genre: Celebrity Life, Romance.

Maybe everyone would remember Xukun as that one trainee who rised beyond ranks when he joined Idol Producer and even earned him the center position.

Apart that, he managed to own his own recording label at a young age. It felt like he could have everything in the world during that time.

However, some stars were always meant to lose their shine and he had been one of those.

How did it happen? He could not recall but now there were no more promotions, no more calls. Nothing. All he had were memories and his cold heart.

Some people said he loss the passion that he used to have. How it flamed in fires then died than to dust. He became an alcoholic as he tried to cope with his experiences through wine then vodka when he could not afford his tastes anymore.

He spent most or his time at the local cafe where it was inexpensive and where newspapers were allowed to be borrowed. He had to try and get a job which could help him sustain a living.

You always saw him. You were a fan of him and you almost couldn't believe how your idol was sitting at the cafe you worked at.

You watched as a few people would recognize him but most of the customers didn't. You heard the news how he lost his fire and you did notice how when he was alone, he looked so cold and isolated but when someone showed interest in him, he would give one of his warmest smiles.

Or so you assumed.

It was his idol smile...probably not even his real smile.

Who was Cai Xukun and what really happened to him?

You would always deliver him his drinks but never did you once had a conversation. He had been drowning himself in the news section which never made him look up at who delivers his drinks.

You noticed how he was looking at the job postings and wanted to recommend the opening for the cafe but was hesitant to.

You overheard his call one time and it seem like he was desperate for a job considering his landlord was demanding for his rent.

So you tried to man up and tell him about the opening.

At first he gave this judgemental look but then one of those idol smiles. Next thing you knew, he was now your fellow employee.

Maybe you were just observant but he seem to have changed his look the day he started working. It was almost like he never was cai xukun. He wanted to be referred to as August.

That was the first time he heard your name as well since you were assigned to train him.

It was quite difficult since it was like...he had never worked this way at all.

"Do you need help?" You often asked and he would dismiss it and say he was fully capable of learning it on his own.

You were really nice to him but you could not say the same for him.

"I don't get why I need to be trained by someone who isn't that skilled either." You heard him talk over the phone.

Yeah, you made mistakes of your own but at least you never complained about them.

"Well, excuse me for knowing how to be a regular citizen, mr. Celebrity. Oh, that's right...you're not anymore."

Maybe you would regret it the next day. But you were so offended by what he said that you could not care about him.

The next day had been awkward considering how you both kind of made a mistake.

But you did not want to back down. You knew you were not someone to looked down on, not even from your own idol.

You two were minding your own business until a rather difficult customer came.

This customer had always been flirting with you whenever you were at work and Xukun had always noticed how you shifted uncomfortably whenever this certain customer came.

He was a very disrespectful man and he always commented about your body and even if you were not someone to let that happen, you were always scared to speak up around him.

However, the unexpected happened. Xukun pushed you aside and decided to take the customer's order. "Will you be purchasing anything?"

"I wanted to talk to her, not you." The cocky tone in the man's voice made Xukun raise a brow.

"If you aren't ordering, then you can just leave."

"How rude of you, call your manager." The arrogant man demanded and Xukun just smirked at him.

"Do you see those?" Xukun pointed to all the cameras at each corner of the cafe. "Those can contribute to a court case when we file for harrassment and also I had been recording you for a while now." He pointed to his breast pocket which had his phone in it.

"I...I'm never coming back h-here!" Then the man rushed out.

"Thank you..." was all you can mumble and you watched him give you a side glance before proceeding back to work.

Today was a long day so you two got off your shifts a little later than usual.

You were waiting by the bus stop when you saw Xukun stand right next to you.

It was silent...and a little awkward too.

Until you heard him sigh, "Hey."

You looked at him and waited for him to talk.

"I'm sorry for being rude the other day. I crossed the line and...I'm sorry for seeming like I only cared about myself." He said as he looked away.

He may have avoided eye contact but he seemed sincere.

"It's alright. I'm sorry for what I said too...I shouldn't have..."

"It's fine. What you said was true anyway. I'm losing what I used to be so..." he gave this strange smile. A smile you haven't seen from him even if you were a fan. It seemed pained but it also seemed warm.

"I know I'm not in the place to...but maybe it's time for you to find your new self...your present self?"

"How am I supposed to do that?"

You smiled softly and snapped your fingers. "I have a few ideas. Would you be okay with that?"

"Are you going to show me how to live my life?"

"That sounds kind of bad..."

"No. I'm willing to." He nodded and exchanged numbers with you.

You spent the next couple of days going to different places after work.

To the park.

To the museum.

To the carnival.

To the mini book club.

To the karaoke.

Everywhere you had fun in. Xukun seems to have been enjoying himself too. Maybe these were a few places he couldn't go to when he was still a celebrity since everything seems foreign to him.

He offered to take you home as a thank you for the rest of the day. "Hey."

"Hey." You repeated as you laughed.

"Do you wanna go on a date sometimes?" He asked which made you abruptly stop from walking.

"What? Do you mean it?" You blinked repeatedly and stared up at him.

"You got me knowing more about things but not much about you...so yeah?"

It was strange but you two did ended up dating.

It was not as awkward as you thought to be.

Or how it was when you two first met.

Even he knew that his once cold heart was slowly thawing out the more he spent time with you.

Maybe he did lose a lot from his past but having to know you and everything else he was missing out on, that was the real win.

#g: evanism88 #idol producer #nine percent #idol producer scenario #idol producer imagine #idol producer imagines #idol producer scenarios #nine percent scenario #nine percent imagines #nine percent imagine #nine percent scenarios #xukun #cai xukun #xukun imagine #xukun imagines #xukun scenario #xukun scenarios #cai xukun scenario

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queenslasharchive · 5 years

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I'm trying to recover from anorexia, and I'd love to get some hc/fics about John dealing with it as well? I haven't found any on ao3 but I'd really like to see that - if anything, for the moral support lol

Hi there! I wasn't able to find any fics on ohn dealong with it, so here are some headcanons - please keep inmind that neither of us suffer from anorexia ourselves, and that all we knowabout it has been retrieved from secondary sources.

With that - and a warning for (mentions of) eating disorders - in mind, here we go:

In my imagination, they catch John at itbefore he’s really gone overboard with it - like he’s certainly lost a seriousamount of weight and eating (or not eating) is constantly on his mind, but he’snot too far gone to really damage himself to a point where it becomes irreparable,as to say.

It was Roger who first noticed that John skippedmeals by saying he’d grab something on his way to school/work/etc., or that he’dalready eaten when he comes home around dinnertime, but Freddie and Brian reckonit’s just part of being a busy student. Roger tries to let it go when theyrepeatedly tell him there’s nothing wrong with John, but he can’t look awaywhen John starts hitting the gym more and more often, wears baggy clothes that donot fit his style at all, is tired and pale all the time, and seems to turnnauseous at the sight of food altogether. The others can’t deny this evidenceeither, and they eventually confront John as he comes home from work late onenight and tries to skip contact with them and go straight to his room. Briansits him down on the sofa and Freddie does the talking while Roger sits by andwatches with concern. John denies all the ‘allegations’ at first, buteventually breaks when Roger shakily tells him he’s worried about him and thatthey’re out to help him. He ends up admitting to nearly all the things they askhim - like if he’s ever gone entire days practically without food, and if hestill thinks he’s no skinny enough - but all the crying drains him too much toallow him to tell them his story and where and how it all started.

It’s Roger who eventually decides to puthim to bed for the night, and watches over him and comforts him until he fallsasleep, while Brian and Freddie sit in the living room to discuss what to do. Theycome to the conclusion that it would probably be best to send John to atherapist and/or dietician, but John objects heavily to the idea when theypresent it to him the day after, and ends up crying when Brian persists heshould at least see a doctor. Knowing that forcing John into doing things hedoesn’t want to would only work counterproductive on their youngest friend,they eventually come to an agreement that they won’t send him to any medicalprofessionals, if in turn he at least tells his mother about his problems, andwill allow them to help him regulate his food intake. Roger removes the scalefrom the bathroom - quite literally, he gives the damned thing a smash againstthe wall and throws it in the trash to make sure it won’t be returning anywheresoon.

John easily agrees with this idea, all toohappy he won’t be sent off to a therapist of some sort to talk about hisreluctance of eating, but he’s underestimated the determination of his friendsto help him recover. They don’t take no for an answer when he says he’s nothungry, and though the food they decide on for him to eat is low in fat andcalories and small in amount, it’s still always too much for John, who fearsgaining weight more than anything in the world. Meal times have been laid downfor eight, twelve, and six o’clock, and John has to drag himself to the kitchentable with lead in his shoes time and time again. Having meals with him takeages, and especially dinner can last hourson particularly difficult days. It’s hard, and it requires a lot of patience; somethingthat Roger turns out to have most of when it comes to John’s defiance to eatand his fits of crying when he’s made to do so anyway. Progress is slow, and thereare nights when Brian’s stood with the telephone in hand to call a doctor or therapistor even bloody 911 for all he cares, just anyoneto help them help John. But in the end he doesn’t, and he’s glad he didn’t -because at first it’s hardly noticeable, but the battles at the kitchen tableare shortened by a little bit each night, arguments and tears about food flow alittle less regularly, and John, with the support of his friends, slowlyovercomes his fear of gaining weight and starts eating foods he had banned outlong ago. The road of recovery is slow, but John’s friends - and eventuallyJohn himself - are glad they walked it, and that thy could do so together.

(I’m not exactly sure is this is what youmeant by headcanons… But this is kind of what I came up with, so I hope youlike it :s. Also, best luck to you, we're sending you lots of love and support for your recovery!)

#headcanons #ask #anorexia #warning: eating disorders #eating disorders #john: anorexic #silke maria

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Darkness {Bellamy Blake} Fanfic

Jasmine Kane, Marcus Kane's daughter was chosen to be a part of the 100. She was chosen to go to earth. Little did she know that the earth is not as perfect as she was taught all her life

" Let go off me" I said sending daggers at the king himself

He smirk and said " Make me princess"

In one second, he was send to the ground with a knife against his neck. He looked surprised and at the same time proud.

"Do not test me Blake" I murmured, our faces inches apart. He wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me even closer. Seconds later our lips were moving in sync.

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Pilot {1X01}{part 1}

I was laying on the ground of my cell reading a book about the ground. My dad gave it to me on my 16th birthday, the day I got locked up. I stopped reading when I though about that day . It's been 1 year and 3 weeks that I have been locked up for something that was not my fault. My own father locked me up. I hate him for that. At the beginning, he came to visit me, but I ignored him. I couldn't even look at him or speak to him,so after some time, he stopped coming. Glad he did, because I was starting to loose my calm. I wanted to scream at him or punch him, but I was sure that he would float me even if I weren't 18 years old. Suddenly the door of my cell opened and I snapped my head seeing my father with 3 guards looking at me. Something wasn't right. My dad looked like he wanted to cry, the guard on his right was holding a wristband , the guard on his left was holding a syringe and the guard behind him was holding a gun. I stood on my feet quickly and took a step back, they were going to float me, but I don't understand I just turned 17 years old. My dad saw that I started to panic. He took a step forward and I took a step back. He held his hands up and told me "Relax, you're not getting floated" he smiled sadly. I decided to speak to him. "Yeah, well, what the hell is going on?" "My beautiful daughter you're going to the ground" My eyes widdened and I looked at him like he grew 2 heads, hell 5 heads not just 2. "Comme again? Hey, don't come any closer!" I yelled at the guard holding the syringe who started to come closer. My father held his arm up and grappled the guard. He comes to me and hugs me tightly. I didn't resist. I was in shock. I was going to earth. "I'm sorry, it was the only way. If you don't do this, you would be dead in 1 year. Stay alive. I don't want to loose you too like I lost your moth-" I pushed him away, glarring at him. He stopped talking and he did a sign to the guards to come to me. The guard holding the metallic bracelet came first and I tried to get past him, but the guard behind my father came and held me. I started screaming when I realised I couldn't do anything

'' Please dad do something, please! " I screamed looking at him. The guard with the syringe came beside me and injected something to my arm. All of sudden, I started to feel sleepy. I tried to fight sleep, but my eyes started to close, the last thing I heard was my father apologizing to me but it was too late.

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My eyes started to open and I looked around me. I saw the other prisoners are strapped in, just like me. I didn't recognize anyone, great. I looked beside me and I saw a beautiful girl, probably my age. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back awkwardly and she held her hand out for me to take. I took her hand and she started speaking "Hi my name's Octavia. What's yours?" I let go of her hand and before I could respond the ship jolted. Oh my..? What was that? Seconds later the video monitors around the cabin flashed to life with a pre-recorded message of chancellor Jaha. I didn't listen to the video, to stressed from the joltes of the ship. Octavia saw me and took my hand, giving it a squeeze. I really like this girl. Someone yelled "Your father's a dick Wells!" Everyone around me starts laughing, except from me. Wells was my best friend, beside Clarke. I really miss them. Wait... That means that Wells is here! I looked around me, but I didn't see him.

Then all of sudden the parachute deploys. I closed my eyes tightly, as the ship started shaking. After a few terrifying seconds the ship stopped shaking. I still hadn't opened my eyes.

"Listen. No machine hum." I opened one eye and I saw an Asian boy, beside him was a cute guy with goggles. Octavia giggled from beside me and said "Hey beautiful girl, you can open your other eye too." I opened both eyes and I playfully glared at her.

"The outer door's below" someone said as we got out off our seatbelts and went in the front.

"No! We can't just open the door!"

A familiar voice said and I gasped. Clarke is here, my best friend is here.

I saw passengers already gathering at the outer door. I saw a handsome guy who looked kind of older than all of us and I got confused. He was wearing a guard's uniform and that made him less attractive.

" The air could be toxic" Clarke continues.

"If the air's toxic. We will die anyway" the handsome guy said.

Clarke was about to say something when Octavia, who was still beside me froze as she saw the guy

"Bellamy?" So, his name is Bellamy. Beautiful name. Bellamy turned around slowly and I saw his face softened. She jumped down and rushes towards him. She hugged him tightly.

"Look how big you are!" Bellamy said looking at her with a proud smile.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him.

"Someone had to keep an eye on you" he replied.

Suddenly Clarke asked looking Bellamy and interrupting the beautiful moment.

"Where's your wristband?"

Octavia turned to glare at Clarke.

"You mind. I haven't seen my brother in three years." What brother, nobody has a brother or sister. I heard various voices talking

"Nobody has a brother" Good point

"that's Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden in the floor" Ohh, yeah I know that story.

Octavia wasn't happy, she lunged at the person who said that, but her brother held her back.

"No Octavia, don't do that. Let's give them something else to remember you by." he said

"Like what?" she asked sarcastically

"Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years" Bellamy said with a smile.

"I'm pretty sure is 97 years" I said before thinking. Everyone turned to look at me. I saw the older Blake look back at me and we held our eye contact. I was the first one to look away them I heard Clarke saying my name and I looked at her instead.

"Ah yeah, well in 97 years." With that he finally throws the lever.

Daylight streams in. Trees everywhere, a breeze. I gazed out in awe.

Octavia hesitates, but just for a moment. She steps out, looking around in

wide-eyed amazement. She thrusts her arms out and yells

" We're back bitches!"

Everyone started to run outside. I waited to go outside. I caught Bellamy Blake looking at me, before he follows his sister. After that I set foot on the ground and took a big breath. Real air. This is the ground. Seconds later I felt a body slamming into mine and someone hugged me tigltly. I looked and I saw Clarke. I hugged back as tight as her. "Clarke!" I yelled excited.

"I missed you so much" she said and we pulled back. "I miss you too" I smiled and we hugged again. She pulled away and took my hand.

I know her, something is wrong.

"Clarke what's going on?" I asked her confused. She turned and held out a map.

"I think that we're on the wrong mountain" I shook my head.

Suddenly a guy I didn't know come up to us.

"Why so serious princess?" he asked Clarke with a smirk, then he noticed me.

"Oh hello, name's Finn and yours gorgeous?" he asked me. I smirked at him and said. "Hello Finn, nice to meet you. I'm Jasmine Kane" Finn smiled back and turned to Clarke

"It's not like we died in a fiery explosion" he joked and Clarke looked at him before looking back at the map

" Tell that to the two boys who followed you out of their seats" Finn looked down, I guess he was sad.

"Jasmine, you see that peak over there?" The blonde asked me. She pointed in front of us and I nodded

"Yes, what about it?"

"Mount Weather. There's a radiation soaked forest between us and our next meal."

"Anddd?" Finn asked. I looked at him and said. " They really dropped us on the wrong goddamn mountain. We're screwed."

"Hey beautiful." Someone said from behind me, but I didn't turn around. This someone laughed and put their hand on my shoulder and made me turn around. I saw Octavia.

I smiled at her "Hey Octavia, what's up?" She laughed " I just realized that I don't know your name" oh she's right. I couldn't say my name, because the ship started shaking and I was scared for my life. "I'm Jasmine Kane" Octavia's smile dropped. "I'm nothing like my father " I reassured her quickly.

She smiled again and took my hand, leading me somewhere. We stopped behind a group of guys. The guys turned when they heard steps. I only knew one. Bellamy Blake and he looked at me. A guy beside him smirked at me and moved forward.

"Wow look who's here. Jasmine Hot Kane" I didn't know this guy but sure as hell didn't like him. I crossed my arms and said.

"I didn't know that I had a middle name" his smirk became bigger and he started talking when Bellamy interrupted him, not taking his eyes from me "Murphy, leave her alone. She's a princess after all" Jackass, he smirked. Before I could respond I saw Murphy walking past me and pushing Wells away. Wells! " Hey! Hands off! He's with us." I looked at the guy with goggles and he looked confused. I quickly went beside Wells. Ready to defend him.

"Well he looks confused. I don't really think that he's with you Murphy." I said trying to puss his buttons and it worked. He began to take a step at me, but Wells pushed me behind him and said. "Relax, we're just trying to figure out where we are."

"We're on the ground. That's not good enough for you?" Bellamy asked sarcastically. I start to not like this guy, even if he's cute.

"We need to find Mount Weather. You heard my father's message. That has to be our first priority" Wells said to the gathering crowd.

"Screw your father! You think your in charge? You and your little princess?" Octavia asked looking between him and Clarke

"Octavia, we don't care who's in charge. We need to find Mount Weather. Not because the Chancellor said so, but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we'll get, the harder it'll be." I said with a sigh, Clarke nodded her head and continued

"How long do you think we'll last out here without those supplies?We're looking at a 20 mile trek. If we wanna make it before dark, we need to leave... now."

"I got a better idea... You two go. Find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change." Bellamy said. That's weird, I'm privileged too. Why didn't he name me? A cheer goes up and I can say that Bellamy is surprised at first by it, but likes the feeling. Clarke regards him warily. Wells plows ahead...

" You're not listening. We all need to go."

Just then, Murphy shoved Wells in in the back.

"Look, everybody. It's the Chancellor of Earth." The crowed laughed at this . Wells stepped forward.

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