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In the Middle of the Night🌙

-> Ao3 link is here.

-> Part Two is here.

Pairings : Bi-Han/ Sub-Zero x You, Kuai Liang/ Scorpion x You, Tomas Vrbada/ Smoke x You

Tropes : Slavery, Past Sexual Abuse, Canon-Typical Violance, Emotional Hurt Comfort, Strangers to Lovers, True Love, Foursome, F/M/M/M, Dark Magic, Eventual Smut

Summary : After a mission gone wrong, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas find themselves sealed inside a book as love slaves. Whoever discovers the book and utters the incantations within will not only become its owner but also the master of the Lin Kuei’s three deadliest assassins.

For you, grappling with the weight of a solitary life and enduring a particularly rough day, stumbling upon this mysterious book was an unforeseen twist. As you bring the book home, unaware of its contents or the events that led to its creation, the ensuing chain of events will shatter the tranquility of your world, forever altering the course of your life.

Title and work inspired by the “Elley Duhe-Middle Of The Night” song

CHAPTER ONE : (READER)

You were enduring one of the worst days of your life.

Your alarm didn’t sound in the morning because you were too fatigued to remember to charge your phone the night before. With its poor battery life, it ran out quickly. Living forty-five minutes away from the city center, you should have caught the subway at least an hour ago to make it to work on time. Despite the pressing need for money, uncertainty loomed as you grappled with the inevitability of firing. The job, despite its dreadful conditions and an insufferable boss, stood as your best opportunity in months - too valuable to risk losing.

Although you had graduated from college with a commendable degree, the job market proved bleaker than anticipated. Your once-bright dreams faded as the harsh reality of post-graduation life set in. Most desirable positions demanded experience, yet securing experience required entry into these very positions. While a diploma opened a few doors, the conditions were often as harsh as modern-day servitude, albeit with insurance and a predictable late salary.

Your current role as a programmer at a gaming company offered no respite. Long hours in front of the screen left your eyes bloodshot, encircled by dark rings, and your neck perpetually aching. Despite the hardships, a promise to your distant family fueled your determination to stand on your own. Abandoning everything and returning home was not an option after coming this far. You had shed too many tears to surrender now, enduring the suffocating loneliness of solitary dinners in your cramped kitchen as you pursued your dreams.

Thus, with a reminder of your purpose, you hurriedly left your apartment. Despite the packed subway and the frenzied rush, you managed to trim your commute from fifteen minutes to a mere seven and a half. Yet, upon arrival, your efforts were futile. Summoned to your boss’s office, you were promptly instructed to collect your belongings and leave the company, denied even the opportunity to provide an explanation.

You were keenly aware of the disdain your boss and coworkers held for you; it was an open secret. They resembled vultures, poised to oust you at any moment. As the lone rookie, you were perceived as nothing more than a liability. Despite your efforts to avoid seeking their assistance by tackling most tasks independently, being in your first year of the profession meant there were occasions when you needed guidance or support. Yet, camaraderie was a foreign concept in this office. Compared to other workplaces, the only semblance of unity stemmed from shared breaks and lunches.

A part of you felt relief at the prospect of bidding farewell to a workplace where you found no joy. However, the dominant part, fueled by anxiety, fretted over how you would cover rent and expenses. Although you had a modest emergency fund tucked away, it would only sustain you for about a month. Urgency gnawed at you as you roamed the streets with a cardboard box containing your few office belongings, scouring for job advertisements. Picky was a luxury you couldn’t afford; you were prepared to take on any role, even as a barista or waitress, until you secured a position closer to your aspirations. Survival necessitated prioritizing money above all else.

As the day wore on, you lost track of time. With the setting sun casting a dim glow and street lamps flickering to life, tiny raindrops began to graze your cheeks and nose, soon escalating into a downpour. Despite the onslaught, you mustered the strength to suppress the curses threatening to spill forth. Rushing back to the subway, you braved the rain without an umbrella or proper clothes, mindful of the looming threat of illness. With no funds to spare for hospital bills or medication, resuming your job hunt from the shelter of your laptop seemed the safer option.

Arriving at the subway, drenched from head to toe, you collapsed onto the nearest available seat, your legs barely able to support you. With a heavy sigh, you closed your eyes, feeling the weight of the day’s exhaustion bearing down on your body. The simple act of sitting down was a luxury, a stark reminder of just how fatigued and stressed you had become over the course of the day. You rubbed your weary legs in an attempt to generate some warmth, soothing the cramps and chasing away the chill brought on by the rain.

As the subway doors slid open with a ding, a wave of commuters flooded in, filling the once-empty seats around you. Seizing the opportunity to rest your eyes until reaching home, you leaned back against the seat with the cardboard box resting on your lap. Tired, cold, and hungry, the numbing effect of the rain provided a brief respite from the stress, deserving of a well-earned nap.

When the ache in your neck became unbearable, you reluctantly opened your eyes, realizing that your stop was approaching. Glancing down, you noticed a book lying on the seat beside you, as your grip on the box was dangerously close to slipping from your grasp. Picking it up, you scanned the faces around you, expecting someone to claim the book or acknowledge its presence, but no one seemed to react. Confirmation dawned upon you, the book had been left behind, seemingly forgotten by its owner.

Although the book appeared hefty, its weathered cover hinted at years of use and handling. Despite its age, it felt surprisingly light in your hands, its once vibrant hues faded to muted tones. Adorned with a pale gold cover devoid of any text on the back, the book bore the scars of countless readings and journeys. Turning the book over to avoid catching your tired reflection on its worn and shiny surface, your lips parted in mild surprise. Three striking male figures graced the cover, their details rendered with such realism that they almost seemed tangible, despite the signs of wear and tear. Your finger traced over the hyper-realistic features with impulsive curiosity, only to retract abruptly as if scalded, suddenly aware of your surroundings.

As a sweet ache pulsed between your thighs, you found yourself unexpectedly aroused by a mere image, prompting you to shift uncomfortably in an attempt to quell the throbbing sensation. It had been quite a while since you last shared intimate moments with someone, but even that didn’t entirely account for the sudden surge of desire sparked by a simple picture. Stirring memories long buried within you, igniting a hunger you hadn't realized existed until now.

A blush warmed your cheeks as you examined the figures once more. The trio bore the semblance of warriors or assassins, albeit clad in scant attire. The man on the left possessed a sun-kissed tan, his muscular frame adorned with a large scorpion tattoo on his left arm. His black hair was artfully swept across his face, his golden mask veiling a stern gaze as he brandished a flaming kunai, its rope end poised for action.

Your attention shifted to the figure at the center, whose face remained partially obscured by a silvery black mask. Despite the concealment, a strange sense of familiarity emanated from his features, mirroring those of his companion. His complexion was pale, revealing blue-green veins beneath the surface, while his dark eyes emanated cold, dominating arrogance. Black hair, tied in a low bun with a few tufts escaping to frame his strong features. Massive biceps framed his imposing stature as he wielded a sword of ice, poised to strike with lethal precision.

In stark contrast, the figure on the right differed greatly from his counterparts. Towering slightly above them, he bore little resemblance to an Asian individual, exuding a distinctly European air. His skin was also light, and he wore a grey-colored mask covering half of his face. A thin, light grey smoke emanated from his body. His short gray hair and softer gray-blue eyes lent him a gentler appearance, juxtaposed by the lethal aura exuded by the carambite adorning his finger. Despite his softer features, his lethal prowess was undeniable.

As you scrutinized the cover, a perplexing question lingered: why would the illustrator depict warriors in such a manner if not for a romantic context? Their barely dressed and provocative poses hinted at a fantasy narrative, reinforced only by the presence of their weapons. Without them, the figures might have appeared more akin to love slaves than skilled warriors. “An intriguing choice,” you murmured to yourself, pondering the illustrator’s intentions behind such a depiction.

As you opened the book to look at the chipped pages, curiosity piqued about the contents within, you suddenly realized that your stop had arrived. Hastily tucking the book into your box, you sprang to your feet with a muttered exclamation.

“Oh, shoot!” With a swift maneuver, you barely managed to slip through the closing doors of the crowded subway. Amidst the post-work rush, the mingled scents of sweat and cigarettes engulfed you as you navigated through the throng. Minutes later, emerging from the subway, you drew a deep breath, filling your lungs with the scent of rain-soaked earth.

Your journey to home passed in a blur, your body moving on autopilot along familiar streets and corners. Before you knew it, you stood before your fifth-floor apartment, a small abode consisting of two rooms and an American kitchen. Its most prized feature was the balcony, a sanctuary where you relished summer evenings, savoring the view with a glass of wine by candlelight.

When you arrived home, it was already nine o’clock in the evening. Leaving the box in your hand at the entrance of the door, you went straight into the shower to wash away the fatigue and grime of the day, and to replenish the warmth your drenched body had lost. You lingered under the hot water until it thoroughly enveloped your body, and finally, when the steam filled the small bathroom and you felt like you might faint from the heat, you emerged, clad in your well-worn and hardened bathrobe, with a towel wrapped around your head.

Pouring the last remnants of the red wine you opened days ago into a glass, you placed it in the microwave to heat up the leftover Chinese food you ordered a day ago. As you waited for your meal to warm, your gaze wandered to the box in the corner, reigniting your curiosity about the mysterious book. Crossing the room in a few strides, you retrieved the book and placed it on the kitchen island, settling into your chair with wine and warmed food. “I’ll worry about unemployment later,” you declared, raising your glass in a toast. “Today was stressful enough, and I definitely deserve this wine.” With a sip of wine and a mouthful of noodles, you flipped open the book’s cover with your free hand, eager to have a look at what it held.

‘’What…?” You stared at the glossy golden pages, brows furrowed in confusion, surprised to find them empty. “What kind of book is this? I don’t understand the purpose.” you muttered in disbelief. The worn-out appearance of the book added to your confusion, making you question whether something had happened before it was finished.

As you reached the middle of the book, a shocking revelation left you speechless. Lines, equivalent to about a paragraph, materialized on the previously blank pages before your eyes, causing your entire body to freeze in shock. Tremors coursed through you, as if jolted by electricity, and you grasped desperately for reality, unsure if what you were witnessing was a dream. Gasping for breath, you struggled to comprehend the surreal sight before you.

“I haven’t even had that much wine—I just took a sip.” you mumbled, your voice strained with the effort to contain your rising panic. “I’ve seen enough movies to know where this is going. I’m not reading whatever’s written here,” you declared, the thin timbre of your voice betraying your attempt to stifle a scream.

You closed the cover of the book hard and attempted to get up from your chair, but found yourself unable to move. It was as if an unseen force held you in place. The cover of the book opened again, and as the pages flickered before your eyes, the one you had just turned to was laid out in front of you once more, sending shivers of fear down your spine.

“Read it,” a demanding male voice echoed in your mind, freezing you in terror. Despite your frantic desire to flee, you remained immobilized, unable to move a muscle.

“I-I was just curious about what it says. I didn’t mean any harm,” you pleaded weakly, few tears streaming down your cheeks due to the immense fear you felt at the moment. Another voice, speaking in a foreign tongue filled the air, his tone scolding but directed elsewhere, not at you.

“We won’t harm you, master,” another voice reassured, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the fear.

“Say the words aloud, and we will serve you,” urged yet another voice, prompting a realization of the three distinct voices corresponding to the figures depicted on the book’s cover.

“W-What the…! Are they…”

“Yes, that’s us you see on the cover. We’ve been trapped in this book for a long time. You have to say the words to get us out of here,” one of the voices explained.

“You’re talking as if I had a choice,” you replied in a timid, low voice.

“Read the words, woman,” another voice commanded. It was the coldest and harshest of them all. Despite lacking a physical form, his dominant aura was unmistakable in the way he emphasized his words. His voice resonated with a deep, chilling tone, unlike anything you had ever heard before. You attempted to steady yourself, swallowing hard and clenching your trembling hands into fists on your legs.

“How do I know you won’t hurt me? Each of you had a weapon on the cover; it’s clear you’re some kind of warriors.”

“We are bound to the master of the book,” another voice interjected, his tone notably more welcoming and kind than the others. “We cannot harm you.”

“God, I must be losing my mind. I’m talking to a book,” you muttered, glancing at the pages with audible trepidation. Fear and panic constricted your throat, rendering you speechless.

“This is no illusion—it is the truth,” the same younger voice asserted after a brief silence. “Read what is written, master, and we shall pledge our service to you.”

“I-I’m not anyone’s master. Don’t call me that; this situation is already too surreal for me,” you protested weakly.

“As you wish, master,” came the compliant response.

“You won’t hurt me, will you? I’m too young to die; I haven’t even begun to fulfill my dreams…” you pleaded, your words abruptly cut off by a snarl. If not for the invisible force holding you down, you might have leaped in fear.

“Read these damn sentences!” the voice commanded, his tone harsh.

“Bi-Han, don’t frighten her!” another voice intervened.

“Fine, fine, I’ll read it!” Tears continued to trickle down your cheeks as you began to recite the words aloud, hoping to end the ordeal. And as you prayed to the god or whatever deity might be watching over you, you couldn’t shake the dread that you might be leading yourself to your own demise. “Rise, my servants, from the depths of slumber and bind yourselves to me with your souls, revealing your names. Embrace your new purpose ensnared by passion.’’

As you finished speaking, a powerful gust of wind whipped through the room, causing the towel around your shoulders to unravel and fall. Soon after, you heard the voices of three men speaking in unison, their words echoing loudly.

‘’We rise, Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas of the Lin Kuei, bound to your will, for in your presence, we find solace and purpose. We protect and we please, however you see right, however you seem fit. We’re your slaves, and you’re our master, surrendered to your every command, body and soul.’’

With a surge of energy, the wind intensified, knocking over the glass on the counter, spilling wine onto the robe and floor. The glass shattered at your feet, scattering shards across the kitchen. A brilliant light emanated from the book, forcing you to shut your eyes against its intensity.

Then, as suddenly as it began, everything fell silent and still. The wind vanished as if it had never been, and the light that had filled the room dimmed into darkness. Summoning the courage to open your eyes, you were met with the sight of three imposing, completely naked men standing a short distance away.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!” You attempted to gather your thoughts, tearing your gaze away from the men to focus on the scattered glass on the kitchen floor. “There are three naked men in my living room. And—and they emerged from the book? I must be losing my mind. I really must be losing my mind.”

As the words tumbled from your lips, sounding like utter madness to your own ears, you tried to take deep breaths to calm yourself. But when you attempted to rise from your seat, your numbed feet betrayed you, causing you to stumble and fall to the ground. The impact sent a jolt of pain through your knees and feet as shards of glass embedded themselves into your flesh, stealing the breath from your lungs.

“Shh, it’s okay. Calm down, you’re only hurting yourself,” came a gentle voice.

Your gaze was drawn to a towering, bronzed figure looming over you, his powerful physique making you feel small and vulnerable. Sensing your escalating panic, he gently cupped your face in his large hands, the touch of his calloused fingers both rough and tender. With each contact, warmth spread through your body in soothing waves.

“Look at me. Take deep breaths and exhale, just like I do,” he instructed in a soothing tone.

“I can’t,” your voice broken with fear.

“Of course you can. Follow my lead, I’ll show you,” he reassured. As you turned your gaze to his face, you were met with a pair of slanted light brown eyes, framed by long black eyelashes. His gaze exuded warmth and understanding, matching the sensitivity of his touch. “Breathe with me. Now.”

As your brain somehow focused on his instructions, you found yourself synchronizing your breaths with the mighty man before you. With each inhale and exhale, you felt a wave of calm wash over you, dissipating the last shreds of your strength. He effortlessly supported you, preventing you from collapsing to the floor, his touch gentle yet firm. Despite the pain throbbing in your flesh and the warmth of blood trickling down your skin, you remained in a state of confusion and fear, unable to muster the will to move from his grasp.

“Tomas, find something to clean the wound,” commanded the one with the authoritative voice, resonating with incredible depth. The man who held you gently lowered himself onto one of the double seats in the living room, maintaining his firm grasp on you. A faint warmth spread across your face, but you remained ensnared in his hold, feeling as if your mouth were filled with dry cotton.

Your gaze shifted to the man cradling you, his expression clouded with concern as his amber eyes scrutinized you closely as if he feared you might suffer another attack. Despite his gray hair, you were taken aback when a youthful visage suddenly filled your vision. The man was tall and imposing, his large build casting a formidable shadow over you. Feeling intimidated between these two towering figures, a timid whimper escaped your lips as your body instinctively recoiled, yearning to escape despite its weakened state.

“Calm down, master. We won’t hurt you. Let me tend to your wounds; you’ve cut your knees and feet badly. I can ease your pain,” reassured the silver-haired man, his voice carrying a surprisingly gentle tone given his imposing stature. As you swallowed and tried to shift again, a cold sound from across the room froze you in place.

“If you move again, I’ll—” began the menacing voice.

“Bi-Han, enough! She’s already frightened, no need to add to it.” Intervened the man holding you, his voice commanding authority. Though Bi-Han’s threat remained unfinished, its effect lingered, rendering you motionless, afraid to even breathe. As the silver-haired man tended to your wounds while taking advantage of your stillness, the man holding you attempted to comfort you with gentle pats, drawing soothing circles on your back.

Gritting your teeth against the pain as the glass shards were removed, you fought the urge to appear weak and helpless in their eyes. Though you couldn’t see yourself from their perspective, a sense of self-consciousness gnawed at you. In an attempt to shift your focus from the pain, the man holding you soflty interjected, “I am Kuai Liang,” he introduced. “May we know your name?

Struggling to articulate your name through clenched teeth, you managed to utter it in one breath. A faint smile graced Kuai Liang’s face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, (y/n).”

“Speak for yourself,” growled Bi-Han from across the living room. “Just another fucking master we’re bound to serve.’’

‘‘I thought you wanted to get out of the book.’’

Kuai Liang’s sharp retort silenced Bi-Han, prompting Tomas, who was tending to your wounds, to interject. “And so am I, Tomas. Thank you for calling us into your service.” he said with a small smile that seemed forced, his dull greyish blue eyes lacking genuine emotion. As he carefully tended to your wounds and wrapped them in bandages, a sense of unease washed over you, causing you to squirm away from Kuai Liang’s grasp and retreat to the corner of the seat, eyeing the three men with a mix of confusion and discomfort.

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” you croaked, avoiding their look as your gaze involuntarily dropped to their lower parts for a second before you could prevent it, your cheeks burned with embarrassment. “And please cover up your bottoms. You can use the cushions.”

Complying with your request, all three men concealed their private parts with cushions. Tomas took a seat in the opposite double seat, while Bi-Han settled into the single seat. Despite your small apartment being already cramped, the presence of the three burly men made the space feel even more claustrophobic.

“Where would you like us to start?”

“From the beginning,” you replied, addressing Kuai Liang. “Who are you? How did you end up in that book? And why are you here now… Please, tell me everything from the beginning so that I can understand.”

“We are members of a clan called Lin Kuei, known for training assassins, and we are brothers,” he began. “Bi-Han is the eldest, serving as the grandmaster of our clan in the past. I, on the other hand, am the middle one, and Tomas and I served as his second-in-commands.’’

The revelation that they were assassins drained the color from your face, confirming your suspicions from the book cover. A shiver ran down your spine as you realized the chilling reality of being in the presence of trained killers.

“Many years ago, we encountered a demon named Quan Chi on a mission. As you can imagine, the mission went awry, and he sealed us inside this book. Whoever owns the book and says the words becomes our master, and we are compelled to fulfill their wishes and desires.”

Even if you sensed that the information was being presented with some omissions, you refrained from voicing your suspicions. They were strangers to you, and you to them, so expecting complete transparency without trust seemed unreasonable. While you had the authority as their master to demand the truth, approaching the situation in this manner didn’t sit well with you—it didn’t feel right, nor did it feel humane.

For God’s sake, the idea of being anyone’s master was abhorrent. The twenty-first century had arrived, and the notion of a master-slave relationship had long since vanished. It felt nauseating and profoundly unsettling.

“I am not your master. I can’t—I can’t be. No.” You attempted to stand up in panic, desperate to escape the situation, but your injuries held you back. Kuai Liang gently grabbed your arm, urging you to calm down.

“Calm down (y/n), your wounds are very fresh. You’ll make them bleed again.” You clung to his wrist, pleading with your eyes for assistance.

“Is there no way to set you free? I can’t accept this. This is—this is against humanity!”

With your words, a deep silence enveloped the room. As you observed their stunned reactions, it became evident that this sentiment was new to them. Your heart ached at the thought of witnessing these powerful men stripped of their freedom. Despite your fear, the realization knotted your stomach. They appeared intimidating and deadly, yet the severity of their situation suggested that past experiences had shattered them and stripped away their dignity. You couldn’t fathom how long they had endured as slaves within the confines of the book, but the outcome seemed all too predictable, casting a somber shadow over the room.

“Set us free?” Tomas’s voice echoed with longing, his desire palpable.

“Such a thing is possible, isn’t it? If you tell me what I should do I—”

“Why would you do that? What do you want from us in return?” Bi-Han’s voice sliced through your words, sharp and menacing. You fought to maintain your composure, avoiding freezing in your spot as his icy demeanor chilled the room. As your agitated gaze shifted to his pale, muscular arms, you were astonished to see a thin layer of ice extending from his hands. Were they truly made of ice?

“As I said just now, I can’t be anyone’s master, it’s in defiance of human ethics. If there’s any way I can help you, I’d like to do it. I don’t want anything in return except for this situation to end as soon as possible, I’m sure you want the same.”

“Do you expect us to believe that you are just a fairy godmother?” Bi-Han’s mocking half smile sent waves of unease through you. “You are not convincing at all, woman. Favors are done with an expectation of something in return.’’

“Favors are done for nothing; you don’t expect anything in return. That’s why it’s called a favor.” Emboldened by a hint of defiance, you met Bi-Han’s stern gaze head-on. “I can understand why you don’t trust me after what you’ve been through—”

‘’Don’t you dare,” Bi-Han shot up from his seat, his movement swift as a shadow. Suddenly, he was close enough for his breath, cold as winter air, to brush against your face. “Don’t try to empathize with what we went through. Do you think you know us now just because you’ve learned a few things?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend,” you said quickly.

“Brother, please sit down. If you talk like that, we won’t get anywhere.” Kuai Liang intervened, putting one arm between you and Bi-Han. Bi-Han glared at you intensely, his eyes slanted like those of a predator, then he took a deep breath. Watching the mist of his cold breath in the air, everything still felt like an endless dream—or nightmare. When he finally returned to his seat, Kuai Liang’s gaze turned to you.

“Thank you for offering to help, but unfortunately, we don’t know how to undo this dark magic.”

You ventured a suggestion that you hoped wouldn’t sound foolish. “We could try burning the book. I’ve seen it work in some movies.”

“We’ve tried that,” Tomas chimed in, joining Kuai Liang. “Several times. Whatever we’ve done, the book has never been destroyed. It’s protected by some kind of magic, just as it protects its master from us.”

“You spoke as if you had tested the last part before.”

In response, silence enveloped the room. Despite your efforts to stave off panic, the realization that they were assassins and the precariousness of your situation made you feel threatened.

“We have tried to kill several masters before,” Kuai Liang admitted frankly. “But there’s some kind of seal that protects them—you can think of it as a shield. It renders any attack ineffective. That’s why we were telling the truth when we said we wouldn’t hurt you.”

“Of course, if things were different, it wouldn’t mean you wouldn’t try,” you said, averting your gaze and clasping your hands in your lap. Another solution came to mind, prompting you to straighten your shoulders and take a deep breath before continuing.

‘’ If I can’t set you free, then you’re free to do as you please, go where you want. You don’t have to be stuck here.” you offered.

“You won’t give us orders? Isn’t there something you want us to do?” Tomas asked, surprised.

“No, as long as you don’t start killing people, you’re free to do whatever you want.”

“We’re not mindless killers,” said Bi-Han harshly, sounding offended that you would even think of them in that way. Kuai Liang interjected, softening his brother’s tone.

“We serve a noble purpose. We were, until we were sealed in the book… Our clan has been dedicated to protecting Earthrealm from dangers for centuries,” he explained, his gaze softening slightly as he made eye contact with you. “Thank you for the opportunity you’ve given us, but we can’t be away from you for more than a few hours. We have to get back here, to you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “How so? Why? Do I have to say something else?”

“No, it’s part of the magic. It was designed to prevent us from escaping. When we’re away from our master—you, and this period becomes longer, we become weaker and weaker.”

“So at the end of the day… God, what cruel magic this is,” Gulping, you scanned all three men with a heavy heart. It must have been torture for them to endure this existence. Even as you spoke, your heart ached with empathy, imagining what they had been subjected to. Anger and sadness gripped your body as you contemplated their plight. “Is there anything else I can do for you? My house isn’t too big, but I want you to be comfortable during your stay here.”

It was Bi-Han who responded, his narrowed gaze resembling two thin lines, as if he were dissecting your sincerity. You couldn’t help but feel a pang as you tried to discern whether he believed you. While you understood his skepticism, winning their trust seemed like a daunting task.

“You can start by finding us clothes.”

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Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)

Chapter 19

Paring: Hyunjin x Y/N

Genre: angst, smut

Warnings: argument, blood, smut 18+

Word Count: 5795

Masterlist

Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?

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<- Part 18 | Part 20 ->

The next day you got up with a slight headache. After all, you celebrated getting your diplomas until dawn. You celebrated before some of you had to tackle special projects for their college entrance exams.

Fortunately, you had nothing to fear, because your dream studies had no additional requirements apart from good results in high school exams. However, some boys were on tenterhooks because they were pressed for deadlines and had not thought about taking care of at least some of the projects in advance.

One of the less organized people was Jisung, who realized two days before the deadline that he had to submit three projects. He didn't stay long at the party and returned home to do his tasks.

You didn't see him today either when you went for breakfast, but Minho assured you that you had nothing to worry about, as the boy was sitting in his room and trying to get everything done.

You knew Han must be under a lot of stress right now, because you remembered that he wasn't very good at working under pressure. You wanted to help him somehow, but the best help would be not to disturb him. So you decided to take care of yourself and finally take a break from all the pressure.

You stayed in your room all afternoon watching movies and eating unhealthy food, just like you usually did with the boys, but now you didn't want to disturb anyone. But after a while, you start to get bored of it, after all, it wasn't the same as watching movies with friends.

However, you hoped that one of them would soon knock on your door and join you in the séance. The minutes passed and there was no sign of any sound outside your room.

You felt a little sad, but you couldn't expect everyone to be at your beck and call and spend time with you all the time. When you decided to take a nap to get your negative thoughts out of your head, you heard a quiet knock on the door.

You almost jumped out of bed, waiting for the person on the other side to come in and somehow occupy your time. After a while, Changbin entered the room, holding even more different snacks in his hand. You laughed because he had exactly the same idea of how to spend his free time as you.

You sat down on the bed together, you snuggled into his well-sculpted body and he wrapped his arm around you, giving you extra warmth that spread through your entire body. You two argued about what to watch for a while, but eventually Binnie gave up and you were allowed to choose the movie.

The movie came together really quickly and the time spent together was holsome. You were happy to lie on the bed with him, glued to cheap romance novels. You felt relaxed and completely at ease.

Once the movie was over, Changbin closed your laptop and set it aside before going back to holding you. You sat for a moment surrounded by the warmth of your bodies, not caring about anything. You listened to his heartbeat with your eyes closed. His calm and even breathing additionally soothed your nerves, you began to feel tiredness slowly taking over your entire body.

You were almost falling asleep when you felt Chagbin's hand on your side. Suddenly, electricity shot through your body and your pulse quickened. You lifted your head and your eyes met his.

“Changbin…” You whispered softly but very firmly, but the boy had no intention of stopping.

His fingers tickled your skin and you jumped, a loud laugh escaping your lips. You hoped that these sounds could save you, but you quickly realized that they only encouraged Changbin to continue playing with you.

You jumped up from the bed, trying to escape the torture he found hilarious. You were playing cat and mouse, running from one side of the room to the other. You literally did everything to avoid getting tickled again.

You were finally pushed against the wall and you thought it was over for you when you noticed a door out of the corner of your eye and decided it was your only way out. You slipped under Changbin's hand and ran to the living room.

Every now and then you turned around to see how far Changbin was. You knew this apartment well, so you more or less knew where everything was so you could run and not hurt yourself.

Even though you were running away from the tickles, you still had a wide smile on your lips as you gave the boy chasing you. But a moment later, your clumsiness remembered itself and you tripped over your own feet.

Only when you fell did you turn your head forward and see Han, who was sitting on the ground and gluing a huge model that he had to submit to college. You ran into it with full force, and the loud sound of breaking styrofoam echoed throughout the room.

You hissed in pain and grabbed your knee, which hit one of the sharp elements, which left a medium-sized cut on your skin. You were sitting on the model and only when Changbin gave you his hand did you get up on your legs.

Already standing, you looked at Han's project and noticed how much damage you had caused. Kneeling next to the model, Han grabbed several broken elements in his hands. He looked at them, his body turning red with anger.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He screamed, jumping to his feet. His face showed great anger, you could even say fury. You had never seen Han like this before.

“Hannie, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to break your project. It was an accident, I tripped and fell. I'm an idiot. Can I help you fix it somehow?” You apologized in a quiet and uncertain voice, a little afraid of how your friend would react.

“It was better when you lived with your parents. When they hit you a few times, you stopped acting like a spoiled brat!” His voice and attitude were still aggressive towards you.

“Is this how low you think about me?” Every word he said hurt your heart and you sank into sadness. You looked at your friend with regret and guilt. He might actually be mad at you, after all, you broke something he had been working on for hours.

“Han, calm down. It was just an accident, you don't have to throw yourself at her like that. If you're going to take it out on someone, take it out on me.” Changbin tried to calm Han down, wrapping his arm around you, trying to give you some reassurance.

“Shut up! Just shut up!” Han covered his ears, shaking his head, trying to drown out what Bin was saying.

Han's loud screams brought tears to your eyes and were about to roll down your cheeks. And you regretted getting carried away by your emotions.

“Are you going to cry now? Pfft, as always. You can only whine like a baby.” He snaps from his previous state.

His cruel words pushed you to your limit, and with a choked sob you say. “That hurt you son of the bitch.” And turned around, rushing from the house.

Changbin was about to run after you when he was stopped by Han, who became completely furious, throwing his project against the wall. Loud screams and the crash of the model falling apart brought the rest of the boys into the living room.

“What the fuck happened here?” Chan asked with a slight frown on his face. It was obvious that he had been woken up from his sleep, which he had little of anyway.

Han was now sitting against the wall, crouched like a scared puppy, in tears. He covered his ears and pulled his hair at the same time. Minho immediately crouched down next to him to hug him, but he pushed him away. Minho's face showed surprise as Jisung never turned down his help.

“Han fucking can't keep his emotions in check... That's why Y/n ran away... I don't know where she ran, but she's not in a good mental state. Exactly like this idiot here.” Changbin pointed to Han sitting against the wall.

IN only hearing these words, immediately ran out of the apartment, followed closely by Seungmin. The rest stayed with Han, who had a problem and couldn't deal with it. He was a mess and he had to get himself together quickly so that it wouldn't get any worse.

The atmosphere was heavy and the silence didn't make the situation any easier. Chan and Minho sat next to Han, trying to calm him down. Which seemed to work but with very slow results. Felix and Changbin, on the other hand, stared impatiently at the door, waiting for the pair to return, secretly hoping that they would return with you.

When the boys crossed the threshold, everyone except Han jumped to their feet. However, their hopes faded faster than a match. There was no one behind the boys.

“We didn't find her.” These words caught Han's eye and he looked at the boys' lowered heads.

"It's my fault! It is all my fault! Where is Y/n?” He started to panic again, curling into an even smaller ball. His thoughts were muddled and his head was creating only worst-case scenarios.

Seeing this, Minho sat down behind Han and hugged him tightly, gently rocking him from side to side, trying to control the boy's next attack. Everyone gathered knew that it would be a difficult and probably sleepless night for everyone.

You ran out of the house and ran forward, not paying attention to anything around you. You didn't care about anything, now you wanted to be as far away from this place as possible. Tears streamed down your cheeks and the cold air stung your throat as you gasped for breath.

Only when you saw the first group of people did you stop running and stood still, trying to calm your breathing. You felt the unpleasant taste of metal and blood in your mouth, it always happened when you exerted yourself more than usual. You hated this state and cursed yourself for not taking a taxi.

After you had rested for a while, you noticed that passersby were staring at you strangely. Only then did you realize that you must look terrible. All crying, with smudged makeup and barefoot, you stood in the middle of a crowded street. You wanted to call Daisy and ask if you could spend the night at her place, but you realized you didn't take your phone with you.

You were screwed, you didn't know where to go, you had no way to pay for the hotel, and the first storm clouds appeared in the sky. You tried to remember where else you could go, but the only thing that came to your mind was the boys' house and your family home.

You stood there for a moment, wondering where to go, when you felt cold drops of water on your nose. You looked up at the sky and more drops hit your face. And suddenly the sky split and the city was flooded with heavy rain.

Without waiting any longer, you started walking to your family home, hoping that you would slip away unnoticed and Sebastian would make you your favorite hot chocolate. You walked through the deserted streets, every now and then passing pedestrians fleeing the rain.

You were terribly tired and you didn't really know how long you had walked, but it was dark and you were already too far from the boys' house to turn back. The rains continued to pound the street, leaving huge puddles behind.

When you finally saw the familiar surroundings, you didn't know why, but you felt relieved, and when your family home emerged from behind the trees, a stone fell from your heart. You finally arrived somewhere warm and dry.

The light was shining in the windows, but you hoped it was just servants bustling around the house, fulfilling your parents' new whims. You slowly opened the front door and made sure no one was around.

You slipped inside, water dripping from your body onto the beautiful white velvet carpet. As soon as you took a few steps forward, you saw your parents sitting in the living room, their noses buried in papers. As usual, they were discussing something, and even though you hadn't seen them for a long time, they hadn't changed at all.

Without taking your eyes off them, you started creeping up the stairs. However, as bad luck would have it, you didn't notice the beautiful, decorative vase that they must have brought back from their trip. You bumped into it and before you knew it the vase had rolled down the stairs and shattered at the bottom of the stairs with a bang.

Your parents immediately turned towards the loud sound and noticed you huddled on the stairs. Your father immediately stood up and walked towards you at a fast pace.

"Oh, the princess kindly showed up at home. You've already pissed off enough people. Are you bored?" These were the first words out of his mouth.

There was no empathy in his voice, no relief that the child was back, no happiness at seeing his own daughter. No... His words were negative, even spoken with hatred.

Hearing his tone, you gripped the railing tighter. Trying to make yourself feel a little more secure.

"Get down here now, you ungrateful bitch. We gave you everything, and you're hanging out with other people. You're already engaged to San, you can't fuck with other people." Your mother also joined in the argument.

Her words hit you like a bell. You completely forgot that your parents wanted to marry you off to some pervert. Not wanting to hear about it any longer, you walked down the stairs, careful of the broken glass, and stood right in front of your parents.

You looked at them with disgust and vice versa. You were afraid of them, but you wanted to fight for yourself, for your future.

"When you're here, get over yourself, you look like a prostitute who got fucked for a piece of bread." You heard your father's hoarse voice again. “And once you do that, you will go to San and live with him.”

“I think you're fucked up! I already told you that I will never meet this guy again! You lifted yourself up, getting dangerously close to your parents.

Suddenly you felt a tight grip on your wrist. Your eyes darted to your hand. Your father tightened his grip on your wrist.

“Let me go, it hurts!” You screamed, trying to break free from the trap. However, your father was stronger and held you steadily close to him.

“You will marry San and that's it. At least once in your life you will be useful for something. Now go upstairs and don't argue, brat." Your parents' anger was boiling more and more.

You kept struggling desperately, trying to break free, but you couldn't. You started to feel scared, your whole body tensed and tears came to your eyes. You regretted coming home and hoped that someone would save you soon.

"Over my dead body!" You screamed louder than you wanted to.

This must have angered your father, because his grip on your hand was getting tighter and you could feel the tension vibrating around you. When he suddenly tugged on your arm, lifting it high in the air, you felt a sting in your shoulder that immediately spread through your entire body, but there was no time to feel the pain.

Before you knew it, you were pushed up the stairs. The fall was sudden and unexpected, and your head hit a sharp corner, causing sharp pain. Your head was buzzing and you were dazed for a moment, the sounds and images around you blurry.

You could only hear screams above you, but everything seemed to be far away, blurry and incomprehensible. It took a moment for your vision to clear and you saw your father, shouting something towards the man who was now standing in front of you, protecting you with his body. It was Sebastian, who, as usual, showed up at the worst moment to save you.

You felt a warm trickle of blood begin to flow down your forehead. The drops lingered on your eyebrows for a moment, forming bloody blobs, before falling to the floor, staining it red. You touched the painful spot on your head that was throbbing mercilessly. You were bleeding...

Still slightly confused, you looked at your father and his eyes met yours. He wanted to raise a hand against you, but Sebastian stood in his way, protecting you. Your body acted on instinct, you quickly stood up, barely able to stand, and ran out of the house without hesitation. You didn't turn around once, you just ran forward in the rain that was still falling, washing away the tears and blood that were rushing down your cheeks.

This time you ran, you ran continuously until you reached the main street. Only then did you stop running and start looking around the deserted streets. Your thoughts were jumbled together, your head was pounding and you were terrified. You had absolutely no idea where to go, what to do now, you felt like a stray kid.

The multitude of emotions and the adrenaline constantly pumping in your veins did not allow you to feel the pain that the wound on your head should have caused.

There was no one on the street, you were standing alone in the heavy rain, when suddenly the first thunder boomed and the sky lit up with spreading lightning. You were terrified, you had never left the house during a storm before.

Without thinking for a second, your mind automatically turned to Han, who always helped you in times of stress. Your body and mind have decided that this is the only direction that makes sense. You started your route back towards the boys' house. The rain was pouring down harder and the wind was blowing through your wet hair.

It was only when you stood in front of the door that you remembered the arguments with Han, and sadness took over your body again. You didn't want to go there, but you felt safer knowing that you were in a place that reminded you at least a little of your real home.

You sat by the door, curled up in a little ball, trying to get some warmth. You started crying softly, like a child lost in a big, scary world. Your tears mixed with the raindrops and the sadness became more and more overwhelming.

Tired of the amount of emotions, you don't know when, but you slowly fell to the ground and fell asleep. And sleep brought you the blissful peace you needed in these moments full of uncertainty and fear.

Hyunjin, as usual, came back from work late and amidst the raindrops he looked like a prince walking through his kingdom. However, he was suddenly snapped out of his reverie when he saw you lying curled up against the door. He had absolutely no idea what happened because he wasn't there during the entire argument.

“Y/n, Y/n.” He walked over to you worried. His eyes were full of concern, but the moment he saw the blood flowing down your head, he became terrified.

He ran his thumb across your forehead, wanting to wipe away the raindrops mixed with blood.

“Shit Y/n you are burning.” Without waiting any longer, the boy picked you up and carried you home.

He gently placed you on the couch and covered you with a warm, cuddly blanket. Then he walked to the stairs.

“Guys we have a problem!” He shouted loudly enough for everyone to quickly wonder what was going on. Then he sat down on the couch next to you, stroking your hand.

Every time one of the boys came into the living room to see what Hyunjin wanted, they were relieved to see you on the couch. However, their relief quickly turned to worry as they noticed your wound, which Seungmin was currently cleaning.

Everyone was sitting close to you, all except Han, who just watched the whole situation from a distance. His eyes were glazed over and the corners of his mouth turned down.

“Okay, someone please explain to me what the fuck happened to find Y/n in such a state lying in front of our door?!” Hyunjin asked aggressively, his emotions boiling over just thinking about what you had to go through.

“Y/n had an argument with Han and ran out of the house, and we don't know what happened next. We couldn't find her. In short.” Changbin said, kneeling next to you.

Hyunjin's gaze immediately went to Han, and the tension between the two was enormous. Lightning flashed from Hyunjin's eyes, and if they could, they would kill the younger one.

“It doesn't matter what happened, the important thing is that Y/n is already with us and we have to take care of her now. First of all, she needs to take off these soaked clothes and, preferably, take a warm bath.” Chan tried to calm down everyone.

There was a commotion and loud conversation in the living room. Everyone wanted to take a bath with you and take care of you as best they could. Unable to communicate, Hyunjin simply picked you up and went to the bathroom with you, leaving the rest in a bit of shock. As he walked past Han, he gave him one of his trademark side eyes.

During this short way, you woke up and saw the handsome face of Hyunjin, who was looking at you with great tenderness. It took you a moment to realize that you were in the bathroom.

“I’ll give you a hot bath, you need to warm up.” He said, sitting you on the counter and turning on the bathtub.

You didn't say anything, just looked at the boy who rolled up the sleeves of his shirt so as not to get it wet in the water. His slightly wet, long hair fell over his face, adding a touch of mystery to his appearance. You couldn't take your eyes off him, and he seemed more and more beautiful to you with every passing second.

Hyunjin made sure the water was the right temperature and walked over to you. He stood very close to you, between your thighs, placing his hands on them. His eyes were fixed on you, but he still radiated calm and concern.

“The bath is ready, if you want anything, just call, I'll be waiting for you at the door.” He brushed some stray strands of your hair behind your ear and placed a warm kiss on your forehead. Then he headed for the door.

However, you grabbed his hand, stopping him. You felt great peace around him, which you wanted right now. This boy charmed you in an unimaginable way, you couldn't describe it, but you wanted to always be with him.

“Jinnie, do you want to take a bath with me?” You asked without thinking, looking expectantly at the boy's answer.

Hyunjin was extremely surprised by your question, but he smiled slightly and began to slowly unbutton each button of his shirt, without taking his eyes off you. He looked at you seductively, and you felt as if time had slowed down. You examined his body with every button he unbuttoned.

He may not have been very muscular like Changbin, but his athleticism and sculpted dancing fit perfectly complemented his lovely and alluring features. You couldn't take your eyes off him, you felt hypnotized by him.

As soon as his shirt landed on the ground, the boy decided it was your turn to take your clothes off. Without stopping to look deep into your beautiful eyes, he took off your clothes, leaving you in only your underwear.

You pulled him towards you, signaling for him to continue, and quickly said goodbye to your bra, leaving you topless. You saw that he was fighting himself not to look at your round breasts.

Not wanting to wait any longer, you took off your panties and temptingly got into the bathtub. You waited for his next move as the tension between you grew. As soon as you saw Hyunjin in all his glory, it wasn't just the water that made you hot.

Your whole body was filled with a pleasant feeling, and for the first time today you felt tension between your legs. Hyunjin's body was perfect, as if sculpted by Greek Gods. His fair skin and slim but well-defined build perfectly accentuated his otherworldly face, with his red hair being the icing on the cake.

You couldn't help but bite your lip as he sat behind you in the tub and pulled you closer to him in one move. You sat between his legs, leaning against his chest. The warm water touched your skin and his hands wrapped around your waist, giving you an extra sense of security.

His hands roamed your torso, timidly touching your breasts, as if he was afraid of hurting you. His movements made you want to crash into his mouth, be even closer than you were now. You felt so blissful and calm around him.

You slowly turned towards him. The boy looked at you carefully. He looked even better from the close, and the water droplets that formed on his forehead added to his charm. He really charmed you with his personality. You would literally do anything for him that he asked for. Every time you were around him, your legs felt weak and your heart started pounding like crazy.

You couldn't help but look at his full, raspberry lips. You wanted to taste him again. Ever since your lips first connected at that party, you had always missed him.

You moved closer to him and pressed your lips together. The boy immediately kissed you back, placing his hand on your cheek. You adjusted your position to have a better position and easier access to the boy. Immediately, sparks flew between you that could bring water to a boil.

Your kisses became more and more passionate, each of you getting lost in the other's presence. You completely forgot about what happened earlier, now only Hyunjin mattered.

You turned completely towards the boy so that you were sitting astride him. You felt the boy's slightly swollen penis beneath you and you were very happy that you weren't the only one who wanted this so much.

"You're so perfect." His smoky voice rang in your ears.

You tapped him cheekily on the shoulder, blushing slightly.

"Would you like me to whisper it in your ear?" His voice changed, now it was lower and more seductive. "You're like a drug on me, baby."

A pleasant shiver ran through your entire body, making you even hotter. Your lower parts began to throb, demanding to be caressed. A little unconsciously, you started moving on the boy's lap, rubbing against him, wanting to relieve yourself.

Hyunjin smirks, placing his hands on your buttocks, moving you even closer to him. You could clearly feel his already hard cock sliding between your folds, and the first moan of pleasure escaped your lips.

It took you both completely by surprise, but it was a positive surprise. Such a small spark that started your wild fun. You hungrily connected your lips as your hips continued to move. You didn't care at all that the water was almost spilling out.

Hyunjin slipped his tongue into your mouth, mixing your breath until they became one. Even though you were sitting in the water, you felt that you were very wet and it was becoming more and more difficult for you to satisfy yourself just by rubbing.

You put your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, sinking your fingers into his skin. You pressed your hips harder against the boy. His penis was already fully erect and the first veins appeared on it, stimulating you even more.

“Hyunjin-ah, put it inside, please.” You said quietly, as if you were a little embarrassed.

You couldn't see his face, but his body language showed that he really liked the idea. Still holding your buttocks, he lifted you slightly, guiding you towards his erect penis.

Your breathing was heavy and greedy, you literally couldn't wait to feel him inside you. Hyunjin teased you for a moment, rubbing his tip in small circles, pressing lightly against your hole.

However, when grunts of dissatisfaction escaped your lips, he entered you with his entire length in one smooth movement. You didn't even lower your voice as you let out loud moans of pleasure.

His penis filled you completely from the inside, immediately hitting your sweet spot perfectly. You were glad that you were the one who could play with him, changing the pace of your movement.

You started by riding him slowly but very effectively, wanting to get used to his length while also teasing him a little. The amount of emotions he was giving you was unbearable and you had to break away from him. Now you had a perfect view of his face, his tightly closed eyes and bitten lips reassuring you that you were doing a good job.

Despite the short pleasure, you felt that you would soon cum, so you sped up your movements, lifting your hips so that Hyunjin's penis was almost coming out of you, and then pushed it all the way inside again.

Your voices blended into a harmonious melody along with the splash of water that poured out of the bathtub. You felt like your lower abdomen was about to burst from being so full, but luckily, the anticipation and after a few quick movements, a huge wave of pleasure washed over you, making your entire body clench.

The bathroom filled with the loudest moan of pleasure that had ever escaped your lips, and the amount of pleasure that washed over you had you almost sinking your teeth into the boy's fair skin.

Your pussy continued to throb as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. Your mind was blank and your body seemed to give up.

"You're so tight Y/n. Hold on for me just a little longer." He nibbled on your earlobe, changing your position so that he could now direct the rest of the game.

The orgasm you were still going through was very intense and you didn't know if you could handle another dose. Hyunjin didn't wait any longer and started moving inside you again, and your mouth didn't close. Your lips were swollen from kissing and biting, but it made you look even more attractive.

Hyunjin increased the force with which he hit your sensitive spots, causing tears to form in your eyes. You felt the overstimulation taking its toll and you didn't think you could last much longer. Especially since the next orgasm is just around the corner.

Slowly, the boy's movements became more sloppy, but they did not lose their strength. Pleading moans of despair, mixed with immense pleasure, flowed from your lips. You closed your legs tightly as another wave of fulfillment washed over your body. Loud noises filled the bathroom again and your head rolled back.

"Jinnie, I can't take it anymore. My body is about to explode." You gasped between waves of shivers that accompanied your fulfillment.

"Just a moment, princess." He said, cupping your bouncing breasts in his hands.

The first tears began to flow down your cheeks. Your body couldn't absorb any more pleasure. Your walls gripped tightly around his throbbing cock. And just when you thought you were going to faint from the amount of sensations, you felt a warm liquid shoot inside you.

Hyunjin's head tilted back and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, making sure you didn't get off of him now. You could clearly feel each spurt of sperm coming out of the boy and his body slowly relaxing.

Only after a while did the boy's hands relax and his gaze turned towards you. As soon as he saw your tears, he looked at you with great concern, afraid that he had hurt you. However, with one warm smile, you assured him that everything was fine.

After a while, you got off him, but your legs felt like jelly and you couldn't stay on them for long. The boy helped you take a bath and, not paying attention to the mess you had made, he wrapped a towel around himself, took you in his arms and left the bathroom.

Everyone was still sitting in the living room, and only when you crossed the threshold, the boys' eyes immediately turned to you. Everyone was teasing you, and you were sure they knew exactly what happened in that bathroom.

Only when Hyunjin approached the living room to go upstairs, whistles and cheers erupted from the boys. Everyone was happy to see you naked, and you could even swear they were turned on by the sight.

Han stood by the stairs, leaning against the wall, and was the only one who didn't say anything. Your eyes met only for a split second, but the boy quickly changed the focus of his attention and focused his gaze on Hyunjin, who walked past the boy without saying anything, giving him the biggest bombastic side eye you've ever seen.

Sparks flew between the two again, but Hyunjin still had a proud smile on his face. Still hearing the taunts of the rest of your friends, you went upstairs to Hyunjin's room.

Jinnie laid you gently, like a princess, on the bed and covered you with the duvet. Then he also positioned himself next to you, hugging you. The atmosphere between the two of you seemed completely different. You now felt a great sense of security and care surrounding you.

You snuggled into the boy's chest and closed your eyes. All your worries melted away because what mattered was the here and now. Every second spent with him was perfect, exactly what you had dreamed of.

“I love you.” He said quietly but confidently, kissing the top of your head.

His words echoed in your head, filling your entire body with warmth.

"I love you." You repeated in your mind and with a smile you went into Morpheus' arms.

<- part 18 | part 20 ->

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Tell me…was it worth it?~I thought you quit~sequel

“I stayed there” series -part II

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〘Part I 〙〘Part III〙〘Part IV 〙〘Part V 〙

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warnings: a little swearing, crying, idk I think that’s it, fluff angst

Plot: it’s been three years, but you’re still stuck there with him. Austin got the part for Elvis and finished the movie, he moved on, or so you think. Going back home your luck makes it so that you meet again, but it’s not the same as it was.

Word count: 2100+

Disclaimer: I don’t want to make Kaia a villain, I don’t know her and I have nothing against her, I’m just describing the way I think the reader would see Austin’s gf on the outside.

After that day in the park time went on for the both of you, but differently. For him it past by very fast, two weeks after your break up the news of him getting the role of his life were everywhere, he was doing press in the Elvis voice and you could see it in his eyes that he was lost in this person he now played. He looked happy and you almost forgot you walked for an hour in the cold, butt wet from your fall, tears soaked into the collar of your sweater, you almost forgot and you felt happy for him, but before you went to look for his number in the contacts to congratulate him, you remembered. So you cried.

For you time went on different, somehow slower, you were busy with studying, every day in med school seamed harder than the last, but you loved it, plus every time you wanted to cry from how tired you were over learning so much, his words pushed you further. "Just fucking drop out already" he had said to you, slapping you over the face with that one intrusive thought you had, so you were always pushing on those words to prove you can finish and be a doctor. All the college work helped erase the event from you mind, but his memory was forever alive. There were times when you'd wake up and think it was all a dream, than you'd pull up that picture album and look at it, cause it was in fact true, just always so private. Only your families knew he was your boyfriend, for "privacy reasons" he had said, which made you feel special, he wanted you all to himself. But then again there were those thoughts that he was ashamed you were not a famous girl with a Covergirl bod.

Now it's three years later, a heartbreak and a pandemic put behind you. You sit in the chair, in the big stadium, dressed in your graduation gown. The say your name, you get up, take the diploma with shaky hands, smile for the picture, get down from the podium, hug your parents and cry, because you're 26 and finally a doctor. At the after party you drink with your best friend (bff/n) and manage to get a little tipsy. As the coordinator gets in the stage to tell you all to settle down, your heart starts to race, the waiters handing out the small envelopes. Each one has the name on the student it belongs to on it and inside is the name of the place where you got accepted for you residency. Your sweaty hands cause the envelope to dampen and to wrinkles at it's edges. You share a look with (bff/n) and you open it.

"New Amsterdam, New York!!" She screams as she got her number one option she wished for. "What did you get?" You look at the name and start to cry, a ticket back home. "Los Angeles community hospital, LA" you say trying to make it believable that you are finally moving back home, after 6 years of medical school in Boston. You are so happy, you hug you best friend and order another round of drinks to enjoy.

-one month later-

As you bring the last box of things into your small two bedroom apartment you smile to yourself. You've made it so far that it seams like a dream, but you are not ready to wake up, if that's the case. You bought the small apartment with the money you still had left in you college fund, since along the years you got scholarships here and there to help pay for your studies. The 50 square meters apartment has a nice cozy vibe, it is an open concept plan, with the kitchen looking into the living room. It's also conveniently just one hour away from the hospital and two hours away from your parents house all the way in Anaheim where you grew up. That's how you met Austin, you were 22 back then and on summer vacation visiting your family. One night when you decided to camp outside and sleep on the nearby beach you met him. At first you didn't know he who he was, you didn't know he was a famous actor, not even after he told you his full name, guess he liked that...until he didn't anymore.

You shake your head at the thought of him, it's been three years, but you never allowed another relationship, you focused on your studies and that was that. Austin on the other hand, while busy with filming Elvis, managed to add 3 new girlfriends to his belt, the most recent one being a 20 year old model. For a while it was easy to forget about him, but then he started promoting the movie and he was everywhere.

You start to unpack some of the boxes and as the sun sets you finished putting everything in your bedroom and part of the kitchen. Too tired to do anything else, you skip dinner and just go to bed. It takes you a full week to settle in, unpack everything and do some shopping. You still have 3 weeks before you start your internship year at the hospital so you pick this Sunday as the best day to finally go over to your parents house and visit them. The drive is nice, but way to crowded for your liking and unfortunately way too hot, that's the one thing you liked about Boston, it was never this hot. Pulling up in your parents driveway, you are reminded of the last time you were here years ago before your break up. It's safe to say you avoided LA for the purpose of not having to face him again, but now it's been years and you're mature and grown. Right?!

You get out of the car, lock it and go inside, where your dad is on the sofa in the living room watching a movie. "Hi dad!" He gets up, big smile on his face. His hug is so tight the air is pushed out of you, so you pet his back to let him know. "My doctor daughter!! Honey, the doctor is home!" He called you doctor since you got into meds school but now that you graduated, he seams to have forgotten you have a name, that is not doctor. Your mom comes from the bedroom and hugs you, she is happy to see you, but she keeps to herself. It's safe to say she's a lot colder than your dad. "It's nice to see you, (y/n)!" She lets go of you and goes back to her business, typical.

After an hour on the sofa with your dad, you decide it would be nice to go for a walk on the beach. You get up, go to your old room, pick a random novel out of your bookcase and go. The sand between your toes feels nice, the warmth of it travels through your body. You pick a place under one of the many palm trees, so you stay covered in the shadow, put your beach towel down and sit. You fly through half of your book pretty fast, the plot captures you so much that when you feel something wet touch your feet, you get startled. The white pup in front of you keeps licking your feet despite you trying to hide them in the sand. You pet it and it makes is way into your lap. Looking up you search for the owner "Sheldon!" You hear a male voice say and as soon as you see him and put a face to the stranger's voice, your whole body grows cold, you want to throw up. He comes near you, but with your head down he doesn't seam to figure out who you are right away, or maybe he just forgot who you were. "Sheldon, come here buddy!" The dog gets up from your lap and goes back to his owner. "I'm sorry, he doesn't really do that, people kinda scare him off" Austin says. His Elvis voice is still with him it seams. "That's ok" you don't look at him, you can't, so you just wait for him to go, but he lingers a moment to long.

"(Y/n)?!" the moment your name leaves his lips, you look up at him, he can now see your face and he can't believe it's really you. "Yeah.." that's all you say as he stays there looking you up and down, you haven't changed at all besides your hair being longer and you maybe losing a few pounds, you still look the same. So does he, but yet it feels like you're looking at a stranger. His hair is back to his natural dark blonde and he looks considerably healthier than he did when you left him in the middle of that park back in Boston. "What are you doing here, I haven't seen you in ages!" Austin stands over you, cream colored pants rolled up and thin white T-shirt moving on his torso with the blow of the wind. You stay quiet, you don't want to talk to him.

"Babe, why did you run like that!" A voice says from behind him. He turns around as the girl approaches him. It's the model. The 20 year old beautiful model. You begin to pack you bag as she puts her arms around his neck and gives him a kiss on the cheek. "I had to catch Sheldon, sorry" he answers, then he turns to you, seeing you pack up to leave. "So how have you been?" He asks. Does he really care? No way he does. "Good." You keep your answer short and cold.

"How's school going?" Oh my gosh you can't believe him, he really wants to do small talk with you now? "Finished." You glance at the girl on his arm she's busy looking at her phone not interested in who he was talking to. "Oh so you dropped out in the end?" You blink turning your head, no way he just slapped you with his words like that. "I graduated, Austin!" His name tastes like poison on your lips. "Oh that's great, congratulations!" You nod, putting you bag on your shoulder as you begin to walk away. "Hey!" You feel his hand on you arm and pull away. He looks at you confused. "What would you say to grabbing a coffee with me sometime?" You know he didn't just ask you that, you know you imagined it, you're crazy, that's what this is. "What?" You look back at his girlfriend, but she doesn't care, preoccupied with something else. "Coffee with me? Casual of course, just to catch up, you know!" He explains pushing his hair back. "No, I'm sorry, but no." And just like that you walk away, crying.

This person you just talked to wasn't your Austin. Your Austin was sweet, shy, reserved, considerate, always careful with his words, gentle and kind. This Austin was something else, some of those things you could still see, but there was arrogance now, cockiness, he was a Hollywood star you guessed.

Back at your parents house after dinner you lay in bed, scrolling through your phone. Involuntarily you open up the contacts app and look at his number, you never deleted it, you kept it. You even unblocked it a week after blocking it, you hoped he'd text you back, to say he got the part and that he was sorry. You wanted him back, or you at least wanted his last words to you to be something more than "I think we should break up!". You close your phone and put it back on your nightstand.

For the rest of the night you toss and turn, you can't shut your mind off , but when you finally fall asleep you dream of him. His voice, his smell and you wake up shaking, licking your lips, somehow tasting him on them. You sit up in bed and take your phone in your hand. Mind cloudy with anger you find his number and start writing your text.

"Tell me! Was it worth it?"

You quickly press to delete it, but you accidentally hit send. Your heart drops in your stomach, you feel like you might pass out. The last text you send him, was still there, he never answered it or if he did you had blocked him and the text never went through. All you can do now is pray he changed his number.

That hope dies fast as you see the 3 bubbles indicating he was writing back to you, appear on your phone.

Fuck? What is he going to say?

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William afton headcanon?

-Divorced single dad who took the kids from Britain to America without his ex wife knowing.

-He's gone to several prestigious universities and gotten degrees in engineering and science, he also has a clown college diploma.

-Doesn't get sick often but when he does, he's out for weeks.

-Was a man who wore many hats during the opening of the Fredbear diner; actor, janitor, night guard, chef, waiter... he and Henry basically were a two man team for a while.

-Wearing several of the said hats has made him more easily irritated by children.

-He's the best-worst guy to have as a manager; on one hand, he's the type of guy who takes pleasure in telling rude customers 'no' and not letting them have their way. On the other hand, even when he's pretending to be friendly there's always something off about him...

-While on the surface it looks like he has favorites between his children, the reality is that he's a shitty dad who loves his kids in equitable measures, but that love is twisted and fucks all three of them up.

-Has intentionally set off the springlocks in the Springbonnie suit while wearing it before. (A weighted blanket wasn't enough for him.)

-The final springlock incident wasn't a quick death, it actually took a few days for him to finally kick the bucket. He lived off of mold, rats, and rainwater while desperately fighting to stay alive.

-During the events of FNAF 3, he thinks more like a wild animal than a human being due to being in isolation for 30 years. A very volatile animal...

-Has been to hell twice; Once in FNAF world and the second time in Ultimate Custom Night. The former was worse for him than the latter.

-He's used to his former creations (biological and animatronic) trying to kill him so Hell 2 doesn't really phase him, he just thinks that it's boring.

-He's not alive or undead during Security Breach, it's all AI at that point. However, Vanny did find his charred corpse and tried to revive it.

-The reason why his corpse has teeth in security breach is because Vanny stole them from several other people and put them in his corpse mouth.

#william afton #springtrap #purple guy #five nights at freddys

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my name is [ JUDE TILLMAN ] … and i am from [ HELLTOWN ] and i’m a [ MANAGER AT BELIEVE IT OR ROT ]. i lived in helltown for [ 27 YEARS ] because [ I DON’T KNOW HOW TO GET OUT ]. i am [ 27 ] my pronouns are [ HE/HIM ] and i am [ CURIOUS, EMPATHETIC, ASTUTE ] though some may say i’m [ BYRONIC, UNRELIABLE , OBSESSIVE]. i also hear i look a lot like [ HARRIS DICKINSON ] but, i don’t know if i see it. i’m here because [ I HAVE TO KNOW THE TRUTH ABOUT THE BASEMENT ] but, maybe there’s more to it than that. you never know with helltown.

BASICS full name: jude mitchell tillman age: twenty seven date of birth: november 6th, 1998 place of birth: helltown, ohio gender identity: cis man pronouns: he/him sexual orientation: bisexual zodiac sign: gemini PHYSIOLOGY height in feet: six foot two eye color: blue hair color: brunette notable marks: covered in a smattering of tattoos from the shoulders down FAMILY father: joshua tillman, deceased. mother: florence tillman sibling(s): tbd ! relationship status: single children: none BACKGROUND education: highschool diploma and BA living arrangements: a solo apartment language(s): english, mostly forgotten french PERSONALITY positive traits: bright, dedicated, deeply empathetic, curious negative traits: secretive, obsessive, byronic, often unreliable

Jude wishes he knew why he can't leave Helltown, despite all his best laid plans; he was going to live in Paris, London, Florence -- he'd sit where the greats had written their finest works, enshrined in history and sunlight, and make something that would set the world on fire. And yet he lingers. He only went as far as Chicago for college, and promptly came back home -- the death of his father was the catalyst, but he's made no attempts to leave. And now he can't.

His childhood in Helltown is akin to that of most of his peers; normalcy, living in tandem with an air of the sinister and macabre. Knowing something isn't right, but feeling it is as common place as PTA meetings or football games -- Jude loves his home, and fears it. His family is loving, so wrapped up in the town they can't imagine leaving either. As the eldest, Jude aspired to take care of his family -- to get a job that would lift them to a higher status, to buy his siblings a house each. Instead, Jude works at Believe it or Rot; it is perhaps sadder, that he loves his job. He loves scaring tourists with tricks and long-winding tales of horrors (some may be true); he's a manger, a title that's slightly elevated about mediocre minimum wage employee. He covers himself in tattoos, visits his mom weekly, smokes more than is healthy, and maintains a life befitting an aimless man in his twenty -- but he too, uses a blanket of normalcy to cover his unorthodox hobbies.

He's a thoughtful person, slightly quiet when in thought but incredibly friendly; Jude worships books, and still aspires to be a writer; Helltown may be the main character of his first book. When he's not up until three snooping, you'll probably find him out at a bar or catching another movie at the drive in - he's a regular.

But his life, his obsession, lays in unraveling this town; Jude cannot stop looking for the source of rot that has started to blacken the soul of Helltown. He pours over the archives, posts endless accounts of his findings online, sneaks into buildings at night -- if the town is a malevolent spirit, it has found a willing host in Jude. He's latched onto the burning of St. Michael's, focusing his frenzied devotion and sleuthing onto this singular event - Jude's convinced this will lead him to whatever dark forces are at play. A skeptic at heart, he isn't one to believe in ghosts; but the aura of Helltown is clear. Things that have died, do not stay dead.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

1. Siblings! : Ideally I picture Jude as having several young sisters, but I'm incredibly flexible! I'd love to have his siblings in play - Jude is a devoted sibling, and in lieu of their father's passing, he attempts to fill that void. The Tillman's have been in Helltown as far as anyway can recall, but his siblings could have left (or run away at eighteen) only to come back now. But his double life as a detective has begun to take its toll -- and in tandem to whatever his siblings are up to, could leave to strife or conflict. I'm open to adopted siblings also <3

2. Childhood friends/peers: fellow locals around Jude's age that he grew up with. Jude's friendly, though slightly serious and during school was likely buried in some book. I'd love friends that are only coming back home, while he's been here for years since college; friends he's stayed close with regardless of location, or friends he hasn't spoken too in a long time -- but strange happenings have brought them back into his orbit.

3. Fellow sleuths : Jude is not a professional by any means sksk he's just snooping and coming up with theories on his own time. He could be working with others (if your muse is also interested in figuring out what's going on) or they run into each other trying to break into a graveyard, and start to team up. If they're new to town, he'd be someone to go to for lore or the town's sordid history.

4. Antagonistc relationships : Anyone who has gotten wise to the fact Jude has become nosey, and it rubs them the wrong way - maybe they're mixed up in things, or they think someone digging into stuff will only cause trouble. Also childhood nemeses, general vibes don't mix, etc etc!!!

5. I'm entirely open to anything !!! Teenage exes, co-workers, the bartender that always serves him, neighbors, even cousins, etc :)

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An Eccentric Scottish X-Ray Quack Cooked Up Cincinnati’s Very First Vegetarian Restaurant

There is hardly a restaurant today that does not offer some sort of vegetarian option. Although for many years vegetarians were considered weird cranks at best and suspicious radicals at worst, Cincinnati jumped into vegetarianism fairly early. Cincinnati’s first totally vegetarian restaurant opened in 1906, and thereby hangs a tale.

The proprietor, one Donald D. McDougall, definitely spent his long life listening to the beat of a different drum. McDougall was born in Canada in 1860 and made his way to the Battle Creek, Michigan, sanitarium managed by John Harvey Kellogg – he of Kellogg’s corn flakes fame. Kellogg’s sanitarium operated on principles derived from the teachings of the Seventh Day Adventist church, emphasizing wholesale reform of the diet toward low-fat, low-protein vegetarian foods heavy on whole grains, fiber and nuts. Kellogg also prescribed frequent enemas.

Based on his stay at Battle Creek, McDougall announced, despite a total absence of actual medical training, that he was now a physician. He practiced for a couple of years in Connersville, Indiana, where no one seems to have asked to see his diploma. By 1887, McDougall was in Cincinnati, where he established the city’s first Seventh Day Adventist church while earning his living as a carpenter and sometime masseur.

Despite prior claims that he was a doctor, McDougall actually enrolled in medical school in Cincinnati. In doing so, he matriculated at the most notorious institution of outrageous quackery in the United States – the American Free Church and Health College, known as Hygeia - founded by a deliriously strange conman named John Bunyan Campbell. With not a single day of education in any of the medical sciences, Campbell announced his discovery of “vitapathic” principles that could cure any disease, usually involving electricity and colored lights. Otto Juettner, a bona-fide physician and pioneering historian of Cincinnati medicine, was appalled at Campbell's hokum. In an article in the Lancet medical journal, published in 1896, Juettner wrote:

"[Campbell] is the corporeal realization of vitapathic wisdom and the oracle of health. He is the inventor, perpetuator and perpetrator of a most daring and gigantic bunko game, played under the guise of science, in the name of religion and with the sanction of the great State of Ohio."

After just three months of study at Campbell’s quack factory, McDougall hung out his shingle as a legitimate doctor, specializing in electric baths, massages and, curiously, X-rays. Not only did McDougall practice medicine, he taught it as well. Campbell’s vitapathic college operated as a sort of pyramid scheme, in which alumni got recruited to teach the next incoming class. McDougall was now Professor of Masso-Therapy and Electro-Therapy.

For someone who lectured against the dangers of food and diet, McDougall spent the rest of his medical career promoting X-rays by exposing hundreds of people to radiation without any shielding or protection. In 1896, for an event staged to raise funds for Campbell’s vitapathic hospital, McDougall X-rayed anything and anyone. According to the Cincinnati Commercial Tribune [16 December 1896]:

“Dr. D.D. McDougall . . . demonstrated the power of the rays by allowing every one present to examine the bones of their arms or by placing any small objects inside of a book of several hundred pages.”

McDougall set up his medical office in the Cincinnati Athletic Club where his skills as a masseur were no doubt welcome. His wife, the former Emma Smith, joined him so they could advertise massage therapy for both women and men. In 1906, the McDougalls opened Cincinnati’s first vegetarian restaurant next-door to the athletic Club at 121 Shillito Place in partnership with another Adventist, Scott McPherson of Norwood. McDougall told the Cincinnati Post [1 December 1906]:

“Americans are such great meat-eaters that they are selfish and disagreeable, especially among the rich and they have little thought of raising children. When we become vegetarians, we will have nobler purposes. There will be less of the brute in us and consequently fewer criminal acts.”

McDougall claimed that the word, “vegetarian,” does not derive from vegetables but instead from the Latin “homo vegetus,” which he claimed translates as a strong, robust and thoroughly heathy man. Most Latin dictionaries disagree.

In addition to serving vegetarian meals optimized to provide set amounts of proteins, carbohydrates, fats and calories, the Vegetarian Restaurant also sold pre-packaged foods created in the laboratories of the Battle Creek sanitarium. Among the retail stock were lardless graham and oatmeal crackers, granola, zweibach, porkless baked beans, nut butter, bromose, malted nuts, toasted corn flakes and something called Peptol, billed as “the flesh builder.”

McDougall claimed that 500 former patients of his who had converted to the Battle Creek Sanitarium diet could not find nutritious vegetarian food in Cincinnati. Despite the built-in clientele, it does not appear that the Vegetarian Restaurant and Health Food Store survived much more than a year. McDougall moved his home and his “physio-therapy” practice to Clifton.

It would be more than 20 years until Cincinnati’s second vegetarian restaurant opened. In 1929, Harry Berman recruited Harry Morgan, another Battle Creek graduate, to run the kitchen at a short-lived meatless diner at 6 East Ninth Street.

As for Dr. McDougall, in addition to his pioneering efforts on behalf of vegetarianism and Seventh Day Adventism, he was also among the founders and early officers of the Caledonian Society, an association for Cincinnatians of Scots descent.

Ironically, for someone who operated unshielded X-ray equipment for more than three decades, it was an X-ray that killed Donald McDougall. He fell at his home in 1934 and went to the hospital for an X-ray of his injured shoulder. While being examined, he suffered a fatal heart attack at age 75. He is buried in Connersville, Indiana.

#vegetarianism #d.d.mcdougall #donald d. mcdougall #kellogg

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[GRACIE DZIENNY, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER] who’s that? oh it’s [THERESA “TESSA” CALLOWAY]. i hear they’re [22] and are known as [THE SOUTHERN BELLE] around [THE COUNTRY CLUB]. they’re also a [SECRETARY] at [CITY HALL]. they’re known to be [SELF-ASSURED AND OBSERVANT] and [NOSY AND MANIPULATIVE]. some people say they remind them of [the honey bee sitting on a pitcher of sweet tea on a hot summer day, debutante balls and white lace gloves, smiles that don’t reach the eyes, the sharp scent of a fresh lemon and the sting of its juice in your eyes.].

Basics

full name: Theresa Rose Calloway

nickname(s): Tessa to everyone, Tess or Tessie to family

age: 22

date of birth: January 18th

hometown: New Orleans, Louisiana

current location: Hawkins Indiana

gender: Cis female

pronouns: she/her

orientation: Closeted bisexual – she refuses to recognize her attraction to women at the moment.

occupation: Secretary to the City Manager

Family

Father: Kenneth Calloway II

Mother: Patricia Calloway

Siblings: Kenneth Calloway III (older brother) & Rebecca Calloway (younger sister)

Backstory

If Tessa had her way, she would have never left New Orleans for po-dunk Hawkins, Indiana. But, unfortunately, she didn’t have much of a choice in where her father’s political aspirations took him. He had it in his mind that he was going to become a mayor, then a state representative, then a governor and well, sweetie—that just wasn’t going to happen in New Orleans. He was from Hawkins originally and, what would look better for the campaign slogan than seeing the prodigal Calloway son's return? So, at the age of 16, Tessa had her entire life uprooted and found herself in the middle of Boring, USA.

Or at least, that’s what she thought until the various… tragedies befell the town. Not a year after moving to town, people started turning up dead, that man who worked at the Radio Shack was mauled by what the police said were dogs? Then, the only place that made Hawkins bearable, the Starcourt Mall, burned down which just made everything so much worse. And people died, but whatever. Sure, Mayor Kline was arrested for it and his arrest allowed her father to finally win the elections he needed to get the ball rolling, but where was she going to get her hair done now?

Upon graduating Hawkins High, Tessa was accepted to her mother’s alma matter—Louisiana State University, where she majored in Communications. More importantly, she rushed and successfully joined Alpha Delta Pi, as a legacy of course. She enjoyed her four years—she made lifelong friends with her sorority sisters, graced every important party and social event with a beautiful new boy on her arm, and even managed to squeeze classes into her busy schedule. When it was all said and done, Tessa graduated with a diploma and… didn’t have much of a plan. College had been everything she’d dreamed of, and it had gone by in a blink of an eye. And what did she have to show for it? Aside from a string of disgruntled ex-boyfriends and backstabbing “sisters” not all that much.

Tessa returned to Hawkins and took a job as a secretary to one of the city managers at Town Hall. Her father being Mayor had nothing to do with it, no, not at all. Since working at Town Hall, Tessa’s enjoyed keeping up to date on all the gossip floating around Hawkins—were they ever going to get another mall? Did you hear that Bruce in the police department was seeing that lady at animal control? What a dog. She likes her job well enough, if only because she’s slowly becoming more and more aware of the dirty little secrets Hawkins likes to sweep under the rug.

Wanted Connections:

They’re My Best Friend: Tessa is vapid, shallow, and materialistic but even she needs friends. Particularly a best friend. In high school, she was one of the “It Girls” of school and always had a small trio of girls who were desperate for her approval. But, life after high school works a bit differently and popularity really doesn’t matter. Tessa needs a best friend—hopefully one who can take her down a peg. Maybe she’ll even learn something from them and become a better person.

High School Rivals: Tessa’s the type to hold a grudge and being back in Hawkins brings back all those wonderful high school memories. Maybe your character and her were just two people who would never have gotten along, the type who would have always clashed no matter what. Or maybe she bullied your character—she’s the type who would have. I’d love to explore a situation where the shitty people in high school have to come to terms with their past actions.

Irritating Siblings: Tessa has an older brother and a younger sister—I’d love to see either of them around in any capacity!

General Plot Interests:

I’m really interested in having Tessa find out more about Hawkins and what’s really been going on in town—either slowly over time or just getting thrown in the deep end. She’s more resilient than people would think and push comes to shove, she might actually be able to do something in a fight.

As far as her personal development and growth, I’m hoping to have her develop over time from a Regina George kinda gal to more of an Elle Woods. She’s not a nice person but she’s got the potential to learn and become a better, kinder one.

That said, I can also totally see her just becoming even worse! It all depends on what happens to her and who she surrounds herself with. Tessa grew up surrounded by toxic, entitled, selfish people her entire life—it’s hard to separate yourself from that.

#bth:intro

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An administrator is an essential team member. They are in charge of ensuring that everyone is on the same page. They coordinate the organization's many departments. A skilled administrator will also be adept at time management.

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Scope of Travel and Tourism Degree

Travel and Tourism is one of the assistance giving jobs, but the job prospects of this calling doesn't end here. This industry is wide expanded and now even getting utmost importance too because of varied scopes in different sectors like Airlines, Hotel Management, Cinematography, etc. People with great communication skills and relational abilities are actually meant for it. Even if you don't possess those crucial things, you can any day learn them by going to a travel & Tourism education institute. This occupation allows you to have work in both the areas of government and private. But if you really want to be part of this lucrative business, then you must be a prepared expert from a profound institution. People who are well learned and have educational degrees from high end and top institutes are likely to get jobs instantly.

It is believed and actually true as well that in most industries you won't be getting high pay scales in the beginning. But this isn't the case with the tourism sector. If you are qualified and graduated from the best schools, then no one can stop you from making profits and good money from day one. Probably no one told you this before that travel and tourism isn't limited to its core area only, you can even get related jobs in the industry. Some of them are as follows:

● Food Management and Catering

Even if you aren't a great chef, then also food management can be your thing. You don't have to be stuck to just the food preparation part. You can be a manager or merchandiser who arranges groceries and stuff needed in a hotel or for travelers who want it during the journey.

● Hotel Management

People with graduate or postgraduate degree in tourism and travel are open heartedly welcomed in the hotel management business too. One can easily find any type of work there. You can even apply for hotel manager too.

● Event Management

This might be shocking, but true. Being a travel degree or diploma holder, you can even step in to work in events. When you are in college, you are made proficient in many areas like guiding, management, administration, budgeting, food management, etc. These are actually essential for event management too. You can start your own work or can join any events firm.

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