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imbored1201 · 27 days

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Hi writer, may i request barca x teen reader, where reader is very bullied in school but does not tell anyone and the bullying results in her missing out school and classwork . The school contacts the Barcelona team and the team tries to find her. The reader finally tells the truth .Thanks

Dropping Out

Barcelona Femeni x Teen Reader

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You always hated school; practically everyone did. But probably the top reason for your hatred towards school was because you usually had to miss out on training over tests.

With the agreement Barcelona had made with your school, you entered after training, and during away games, you did most of your work online or your teacher sent you off with a bunch of packets.

If Alexia knew you were currently skipping them and eating ice cream at the place she always took you to, you would be grounded for life. You were certain the school wouldn’t call her; there was really no point to it.

In your mind, you still had your straight A’s, not actually aware that your grades had dropped, and now you were just a straight C student. You had a bunch of tests you needed to make up.

Well, a part of you knew about how much you dropped; you just chose to ignore it.

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Alexia, on the other hand, was finally getting the peace she had been craving. She loved you, but you were a handful half the time. Especially when Olga wasn’t around, you quickly went from semi-behaved to terrible right when Olga was dropped off at the airport.

“Hello?” Alexia answered, “Yes, I’m her guardian." Mapi frowned, trying to get closer to Alexia to hear. The school never called; they had no reason to. You were a straight-A student who always kept up with all the work given.

“What do you mean she hasn't gone all week? I drop her off every day." Mapi grabbed Alexia’s phone, putting it on speaker.

“Ms. Putellas. We should make a meeting regarding Y/N; her teachers have been reporting that she’s been off; has there been anything going on at home?” Alexia looked around, where all the other girls were now crowding around her.

“No, she’s been acting the same." “Let’s just have that meeting and discuss it with her. Y/N is an amazing student; this isn’t like her at all.”

Alexia sighed. “Of course, I’m available any time.” She hung up quickly, making her way to her car and calling you.

"Ale,” Mapi called out for her, "what, Mapi? I need to go find her.” She was frustrated, not at you but at herself. She sighed when the call went straight to voicemail, only making her more nervous.

“Que paso con bebita?” “I don’t know, Mapi, there’s something wrong.” She looked at your little friend group, who were in the corner, looking worried.

“Ninas, do you have any idea where she’s at?” Salma shrugged, nudging Cata. “She said that she was craving ice cream last night,” which helped a lot. Alexia rushed to her car, knowing you were probably at the ice cream place you both loved.

She was always taken there when she was a little kid after a game, and now she makes sure to continue the tradition with you.

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She sighed when she parked and saw you sitting on the curb, eating your ice cream. She quickly sent a text to the team, telling them she had found you.

She didn’t know whether to be strict or soft with you, considering she knew you wouldn’t just ignore school all of a sudden. But she also knew you were a teenager, and teenagers randomly love to rebel.

"Shit,” you cursed as you watched Alexia walk up to you. As much as you wanted to make a run for it, you knew you would be in deeper shit for that, but Alexia’s glare was enough to make you freeze.

“Ale, I’m sor-“ You were thrown off guard when she pulled you into a tight hug.

“Don’t ever disappear like that. At least tell Salma where you're going to be,” you muttered a sorry, sinking into the hug.

“Your school called me today; why haven’t you been going?” You looked down, not wanting to see Alexia's soft look that always got information out of you. “Ale, can’t I just drop out? I don’t need school.” You were close to tears, wanting to tell Alexia the truth but also scared.

“You do need school. Cariño, whats really going on?” You looked back at the ground, pushing away Alexia’s hands.

“They're very mean,” you sniffled, rubbing your eyes. Alexia quickly pulled you into a hug. “Who bebita?” “The kids always make fun of me, and the teachers never believe me when I try telling them about it.”

“Oh bebe,” she cursed herself for not noticing how sad you were, hated the teachers for ignoring you, and hated those kids for doing this to you. You could do no wrong in her eyes. Yes, you were a little asshole at times, but she still loved you.

“We’re going to figure this out. I’m going to get those kids expelled, and we’ll figure out a different situation for you." She wanted to kill those kids, but she knew she had to handle this in a mature way.

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You told Alexia everything in the car. When it started, the names of the staff you tried telling about the kids bullying. Even the fact that one of your teachers would just listen to their insults and say nothing about it.

You were confused when she pulled up to Mapi and Ingrid’s place, and you were even more confused when you saw Mapi waiting outside. You pouted at her when you saw Claudia, Salma, and Patri. “You cannot leave me with them." "Yes, I can; behave; I’ll be back soon.” Before you could protest more, Mapi opened the door.

“Come on, bebe, I want to see you beat these rookies in FIFA,” Mapi grinned, pulling you out of the car. You looked confused, seeing some other familiar faces still in their car. Alexia, along with Irene, Marta, and Sandra, were going to march into your school and demand stuff be done against everyone who had hurt you.

Fridolina and Ingrid went to get you your favorite food and desserts to cheer you up while you and Salma kicked Patri’s and Pina’s asses in FIFA.

You were very happy when they returned, hoarding all the snacks and refusing to let anyone expect Frido and Ingrid to get any.

As you watched Pina and Patri argue over teams, your eyes drifted to the door when you heard a knock. You watched as Mapi opened it and your favorite person stepped in, “Ale!” You smiled widely, about to jump up and jump on her; it quickly turned into a frown when you noticed the angry expression on her face. You looked at Salma, who also looked a bit scared.

"Ale, I’m really sorry I skipped school.” Her eyes softened when she looked at you. “Don’t apologize, bebita; I’m sorry. I should have noticed what was going on; those assholes don’t want to do anything about those dumb kids. You’re no longer going to that school.”

“Can I drop out?” Alexia scowled. “No, we’re figuring out a different situation.” Salma smirked. Usually she was the one that helped you with your homework, but instead of trying to teach you things, she just commanded you around to do her favors while she did your work.

“Just please find something that won’t come in between my training." Alexia smiled at you, a proud look on her face now. “I know, bebe, I hated that you had to miss out on practice too. I’ll see what I can do.”

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The different situation was switching to fully online, which you liked better. Now you were finishing your work before training, which gave you all day to just relax and hang out with the team.

The downside was the fact that Alexia knew you had more time, so she made you train more; she called it bonding, but sometimes you wished you still went to school in person to get away from it. Especially during the extra-running days.

And now you were a target of pranks, before you weren’t allowed to be pranked since you used the “I have too much work to be getting involved with your shenanigans excuse.”

They didn’t even buy the ‘I’ll tell Alexia and Irene’ threats that you always shouted.

Even then, you were happy to just be free.

#woso x reader #barcelona femeni #woso fanfics #barcelona femeni x reader #mapi leon #alexia putellas

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katsutora · 1 year

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— HEED

ft. isagi yoichi ; itoshi rin ; nagi seishiro ; bachira meguru ; chigiri hyōma ; itoshi sae

summary: how they are when you’re busy but they’re not

note: did you call, egoist? your fluff writer could only be me. NO JK ashsjdjahahah i love you guys sm though! thanks for the support! <3

⚘ ISAGI YOICHI

ㅤㅤthe sanest one a very decent one. idles somewhere near you because he doesn’t want to bother you, but obviously keeps tabs on you and will bring you snacks and drinks once in a while. a walking convenient store. will also drape a blanket over your shoulders when he notices it’s getting cold. sooo attentive 1000/10. he loves helping you so he’ll definitely feel honored if you ask for his contribution — though it’ll catch him off-guard too. “yoichi.” “!!” he can be funny like that. will carry you to bed regardless of whether not you fall asleep at the end. chef’s kiss. in conclusion: get you an isagi yoichi.

⚘ ITOSHI RIN

ㅤㅤgets... surprisingly clingy? yep, he’s battling his pride. whenever he’s mustered up enough courage to call your name, it’s instantly defeated by his overthinking and so the words died out in his throat. looks like a lost puppy just sitting there in the corner of the room. the embodiment of a CCTV, watchtower incarnate. very quiet too it’s kind of unsettling. when you finally turn to look at him, he’s going to pretend as if he didn’t spend the past thirty minutes trying to figure out how to get your attention. “rin, haven’t you watched this match five times already?” “and? you took five whole hours finishing up one lukewarm task.” gasp. man needs a subtitle like [you didn’t give me any attention for five hours straight and now i'm sad]. is down bad for cuddles and horror movie night but only if you ask him lmfao.

⚘ NAGI SEISHIRO

ㅤㅤdoesn’t care. flops on top of you. needs to be constantly reminded that he is, in fact, 190cm. NAPS in that position if you still don’t give him attention (a menace fr). spends the entire day attached to your hip like that. no but in all seriousness, he only pesters you like this if he thinks you’re overworking yourself. will just drag a seat beside you and go about his day (re: ranking up in games and watching matches chigiri recommended to him + annoying barou in the group chat) if you’re just finishing a task. fidgets with your fingers the moment he finds your hand idling; leans his head on your shoulder when his game character dies. good for you.

⚘ BACHIRA MEGURU

ㅤㅤcurious on what’s gotten you so caught up that he didn’t see you around the house for hours. once he realizes you’re doing some work, he immediately channels his inner motivational speaker. your #1 supporter fr. “you go!” “you can do it!” “you’re doing great!” but he kinda derailed halfway through so … “eat 3 square meals per day!” “get 8 hours of sleep!” “drink 8 glasses of water!” ?? sure, that’s probably just his way of telling you not to forget to take care of yourself. oh and he’s also made himself comfortable in a blanket fort that’s definitely not sloppily constructed to persuade you to take a break. BSJDBKSNDKS !! d-did something just collapse? “meguru?” *MUFFLED SCREAMING*

⚘ CHIGIRI HYŌMA

ㅤㅤyour cup: *exists* ; chigiri: *slowly pushing it to the edge* lmao. likes to think he’s very patient (not at all he's kinda bored). tried calling your name four times to no avail. the first one was only met with a short reply, then you merely hummed in response to the second and third one. got hella confused when you finally didn’t react at all. at some point, he found himself laying his head on your lap, somehow managing to squeeze in between you and the desk. how? kept staring at you trying to catch your attention but you wouldn’t budge, so he resorted to booping your nose. occasionally reaches a hand across your face to test your patience focus. congratulations, you have a house cat.

⚘ ITOSHI SAE

ㅤㅤit’s only fair that he finds himself right beside you just like you’ve always been there beside him — every step of the way. he’s doing random stuffs to pass the time: scrolling through his phone, ignoring rin’s texts, watching a game, reading a magazine, etc. mmm what’s that second one again? will tuck your hair away for you if it’s falling onto your face. places a hand over the sharp corner of the table to protect your head when you’re trying to grab something from the floor. will stay up with you if you’re determined to finish up the work despite having an early morning practice tomorrow. “aren’t you tired, sae?” “aren’t you?” “not at all because you’re here with me.” yk who’s tired? his manager having to reschedule all his appointments because he ended up oversleeping. help.

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mirisss · 10 months

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Chapter 8

Wordcount ≈ 3.1k

Warnings: anxiety, exercising (dancing + warming up), self-doubt, self-hate, angst, reader being a bit mean to herself (thoughts), almost fainting, mentions of the possibility someone will hit reader, food, eating, mentions of past abuse against (Y/n),

I apologize for the long wait for this chapter, I’ve been swamped during summer with work and I got my driver's license but now I’m back again! The wait became even longer as I got hit with writer's block. I still hope you enjoy this chapter!

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 9,

Italics are thoughts

(Y/n)’s POV

After we had finished eating, Seungmin and I regrouped with the others before, once again, splitting up as the members had some different schedules up until lunch. “Have you decided who you wanna go with for now, (Y/n)?” Changbin asked while we all began walking to the elevators. “Yeah, I decided to go with Danceracha up until lunch and after that, we’ll see,” “Yes! We got (Y/n)!” Felix exclaimed happily making some of the employees around us look at him with weird looks before they returned to what they did previously. “Alright, Changbin and I’s meeting should be over around 2 pm, maybe a little later. Do you think the rest of you will be ready for lunch by then or sooner or later?” “I can’t really say for us, it depends on how many changes we wanna do to the choreo and how long it takes us to learn it,” Minho answered Bang Chan, it sounded a bit complicated but I think seeing them dance will be a lot of fun. “Our vocal training with the coach is scheduled between 9.00 am to 1.30 pm, so we should be done by 2 unless we run over too but I don’t think we will as the coach is on a very strict schedule,” Seungmin said, he was apparently the one who had booked the training session so of course he was the one who knew all the details. “Mm, okay. Well, when the three of you are done with your vocal training, why don’t you stop by the dance studio and see how it’s going for Danceracha, if they seem to be running late, bring (Y/n) with you and meet up with us for lunch. Minho, Hyunjin, and Felix will just have to eat later unless the other choreographers want to eat too so you can take a break,” “Yeah, that sounds good to us, how about for you (Y/n)?” “Oh, yeah, that’s fine, Jinnie,” “Great, we’ll see you later. We have to go now or we’re gonna be late,” And with that, the group split up.

Minho took my hand and led me into an elevator with Hyunjin and Felix following us. They guided me to a big room with an entire wall made up of mirrors, in one corner there was a small-ish black couch, and beside the couch, there was something that seemed like a computer - probably where they controlled what song played in the speakers. I looked around the room with awe, it had a somewhat cozy feeling as I turned back to the mirrors and saw how the three dancers were looking at me with love-filled eyes and sweet smiles. “Want to warm up with us, (Y/n)?” Hyunjin asked as Minho walked over to the computer and began typing away. “I don’t know how,” “That’s fine! We usually follow one another, today it’s Hyunjin’s turn to lead the warm-up so all you need to do is face the mirror and imitate Hyunjin’s movements, and if you struggle with anything you can ask any of us for help, but really all you need to do is try your best,” Felix said as he came over and put his hands gently on my shoulders before shaking me lightly to make me smile. “Okay, I’ll try!” “Great, let’s start then. In 30 minutes the choreographer is coming so we need to be ready by then. Jinnie the floor is yours,” Minho said, using a tone I was unfamiliar with, it was stern, leaving no room for arguments.

Hyunjin faced the mirrors just like the rest of us, though he was standing a few steps in front of us, I stood beside Felix, watching Hyunjin’s reflection in the mirror carefully. “Have fun, (Y/n)!” “Hm!” I nodded my head before focusing on Hyunjin once again. Minho took out his phone and hit play and a second later music filled the room and Hyunjin began moving, with the rest of us following his lead. Minho and Felix had no problem keeping up but I struggled a bit, the other two probably knew what movements would follow one another, I, however, did not. But as I remembered what Felix said before we started I began calming down and stopped focusing on all the mistakes I made and rather focused on just having fun as I tried to keep up with Danceracha. After warming up for 15 minutes I was sweating like crazy and I was very tired, my vision was becoming a bit blurry, and my movements were slower. “Hey stop! (Y/n)’s about to faint,” Felix shouted alerting everyone, even myself, of my swaying body and my weak legs. Felix quickly stepped closer to me before he gently hooked his arm around my waist and helped me walk over to the couch in the corner of the room. Minho and Hyunjin went to get some water and towels. With just over 10 minutes left before they had to meet with the choreographer, and I was taking up their time. This is why no one likes you. This is why no one wants you. An angry, dark voice resonated inside my head. The voice made me shrink back into my shy and shut-off self, I couldn’t look at Felix, I knew he would be angry, I should have been able to do this, hybrids are supposed to be good at exercises, but I’m not. “Hey, (Y/n). Are you okay? Does anything hurt? Can you see me? Are your eyes okay?” His voice was silky smooth, deep, and warm, it was filled with worry and love. He doesn’t actually care. If you look at him you know he’ll hit you. “(Y/n), please, look up at me?” Run away, he doesn’t want you. They don’t want you. They hate you. You’re a waste of space. Felix gently put one of his hands on my chin and then lightly tilted it upward so my eyes would meet his, I froze as soon as my eyes met his. His eyes were full of worry, adoration, love, fright, and anxiety, no matter how hard I searched for any feeling of hatred, I could find nothing alike it. It’s all fake. “Are you okay?” “I, -” My voice cracked as I just noticed how dry my throat was both from the exhaustion but also from the anxiety the evil voice brought with it. I broke out in a small coughing fit as I tried to catch my breath. “It’s okay, look at me, you’re fine, (Y/n), I’m here. Minho-hyung will be back in a few seconds with some water for you,” As soon as Felix had said it, Minho came jogging back into the room with four water bottles in his hands, closely followed by Hyunjin who had some towels in his arms. “Here,” Minho said as he handed a water bottle to Felix who opened it before giving it to me. I gladly took it and gulped down half the bottle, soothing my sore throat. “Feeling better now?” Felix asked as he took the water bottle from me, closing it before taking a towel from Hyunjin’s arms. He unfolded it and carefully patted it against my forehead, wiping away my sweat. “ I’m sorry,” “Why are you sorry? (Y/n), you don’t have to apologize,”

“I ruin everything,” “(Y/n), I’m sorry but I’m going to raise my voice a bit right now. You don’t ruin everything. Anyone can faint when exercising, you don’t mean any less to us because of this, we are the ones to blame because we should have thought about the possibility of this happening. This is not your fault. It could just as likely have been me or any of the others who fainted. We all love you, so so so much, nothing would change that. Okay? Listen to me, WE LOVE YOU” I was startled as Felix raised his voice at me, he wasn’t screaming but he was speaking significantly louder than he ever had before around me. Usually, something like this would have me shivering and crying, yet with Felix my eyes were locked with his, I was frozen as I listened to his warm voice as I saw the tears escaping from his eyes. There was nothing but sincerity in his voice. Minho and Hyunjin had walked out of the room shortly before this to stop the choreographer from stepping inside before Felix and I had calmed down. I could hear their voices as they conversed outside the door, joined by an unfamiliar voice that I assumed belonged to the choreographer. “Please, (Y/n). Don’t put yourself down, we love you, I love you, so please, please love yourself, if not for your sake for ours,” I slowly moved my hand up to his face and wiped away the tears that had streaked his cheeks. “I’ll try, for you,” Felix enveloped me in a warm hug before he took a deep breath and calmed down from his crying.We sat there, our arms encircled around each other, as we were shaking from crying, sniffling, and trying to calm down from what just happened. “Please (Y/n), please believe me when I say that we love you,” I couldn’t answer him verbally so I opted to just give him a tighter squeeze before I let go of him and moved back a tiny bit. I shakily put my hand on his cheek and wiped away some of his tears with my thumb. Felix took a deep breath before wiping away my tears too. “I have to get ready now, we can’t keep the choreographer waiting any longer,” “I’ll just stay here so that you guys can focus,” “(Y/n), you wouldn’t be in the way,” “I know, but I still feel shaky, I don’t think I can stand up just yet,” “Are you sure you want to stay here then? You don’t want to go to some of the others?” “I’m sure, I want to see you and Minho and Hyunjin dance,” “Okay, bunny. Just let us know if you need anything,” “I promise,” “Good,” Felix gave me a kiss on my forehead before he stood up and walked over to the door to let Minho and Hyunjin back inside.

15 minutes later and I finally stopped feeling nauseous and shaky. My eyes were locked solidly onto the way that Danceracha was moving. The smoothness, the precision, the look in their eyes, it was mesmerizing. “With this move, I would prefer if we could do it like this,” Minho said as he showed what he meant, the choreographer watched closely before discussing it further with Minho going back and forth until they reached a move they were both happy with. All three of them glanced back at me every now and then, when they saw that I was watching them they just smiled and looked away again. Soon a few hours had passed and it was time for lunch, to me though, it felt like only a few minutes had passed from the moment I shared with Felix, as we both cried, holding each other. “Come on, let’s meet up with the others,” Hyunjin said as he waved me over with a tired but happy smile on his lips. Danceracha looked exhausted, quite frankly they reeked of sweat but they had been dancing none stop for a few hours. “Weren’t Han, Seungmin, and Jeongin supposed to stop by when their training was over?” “Yeah, they should be coming any second, it’s only 1.35 pm. The vocal room they had booked is five floors above this one so it takes a few minutes to walk between them,” Felix answered as he tenderly took one of my hands into his before leading me to the door. After we had stepped outside my nose picked up the familiar scent of the youngest Stray Kid.

“Hyungs! (Y/n)! Hi!” “Ya, Innie, you’re not supposed to scream right after training,” Jeongin just turned and gave Seungmin a playful glare in return before he continued smiling and jogging in my direction. “Hi” I waved to the three of them. Seeing them run and smile, being so carefree and happy, it made me feel like maybe there is hope for me too, that one day I can be freed from all of my worries, from my past. As long as I stay with them, as long as I’m with my family I’ll be fine. No more being alone. No more darkness. “How was it? Watching dance practice?” Jisung asked once he too caught up with us. I looked at Danceracha, pondering over whether or not I should tell the others about my accident. “It was fun, I wish I could dance like them,” Minho looked at me, understanding my decision of not telling them yet, or I think he did because he began talking about something else as he began walking toward the elevators with the rest of us following. Seungmin walked beside Felix and me, he tenderly took my free hand into his as we were walking. It wasn’t until he did that that I realized just how cold my hands were, when Felix took my hand into his I didn’t think about the heat difference as Felix had just been dancing for a long time but Seungmin had not and his hand almost felt like it was on fire compared to mine. “Wow, did you take a trip to the North Pole? Your hands are so cold!” Seungmin proclaimed as he laughed. “Oh, I didn’t even think about it, holy, (Y/n), we need to get you some tea or some hot chocolate to warm you up,” As the two began fussing over me Minho looked back, surely after he heard them speak of my icy hands. His eyes spoke so loudly, as he stared into mine, he knew I was cold after the panic attack, even if I had calmed down and wasn’t crying anymore, my unconscious mind hadn’t let it go just yet, it had pretty much shut down. “I’m sure she’ll be fine after she gets some food, we all need it so come on, let’s move it, Chan-hyung and Changbin are waiting for us by the cafeteria, their meeting ended a little earlier than they thought it would,” Chan had apparently texted Minho that info just now, I didn’t even notice him checking his phone.

After arriving at the cafeteria we quickly found Chan and Changbin, they had taken a large table so we could all sit together this time. We ordered our food and then Minho told Chan, and the others, about what happened in the dance studio. Everyone looked worried but they were happy nothing worse happened. “Maybe it would be best for you (Y/n) if you went home to rest for the rest of the day. You’ve experienced a lot today and maybe we shouldn’t hurry this exposure too much or things like this will happen. We need to gradually expose you to our hectic schedules. If you want I can come home with you,” “What about the meetings?” “Changbin can handle them, the hardest one is finished already, the last one is just for the name of the album and we’ve never had a problem with those meetings before, besides Changbin has handled meetings like this alone other times too,” “I’m actually feeling quite worn out so maybe going home would be best,” “Uh, hyung, actually, I don’t think I can take this next meeting on my own,” “Huh? Why not?” “They changed the schedule, the album name meeting is tomorrow, and after lunch, we have the meeting regarding the music videos,” Bang Chan let out a loud sigh, he looked really annoyed, but I wasn’t scared of him, because I knew he wasn’t upset with me, and he isn’t like my previous owners, he wouldn’t hit me. “Ugh, why do they change the schedule every time? We always put it like this, then they change it only to switch back to OUR original schedule… ugh. Well, (Y/n), sorry that means I can’t take you home,” Chan looked at me, he looked disappointed. “It’s okay. I think I can just rest on the couch in the dance studio, don’t worry,” “I could take her home, we don’t have that much left to go over for the dances so the part I miss Minho-hyung and Lixie can teach me tomorrow,” “As long as it’s okay with Minho and Felix, it’s okay with me, you know I rarely but in regarding the dances, that’s Minho’s responsibility,” Chan said the last part as he chuckled because Minho gave him a fake annoyed glare. “Mm, take the bunny home, make sure she gets some rest,” “I will,” Hyunjin gave me a smile before we all continued eating our lunches.

After we all had finished eating Hyunjin called their driver to come and pick the two of us up and drive us to the dorm. “Take care and rest well, (Y/n). We’ll see you tonight,” Jisung said as he gave me a warm and tight hug. “Change into the new pajamas we got for you, you know the one that was so warm and fluffy!” Jeongin said as he then reminded Hyunjin where it was. Everyone either hugged me before saying goodbye or just waved and smiled. Soon it was just Hyunjin and I, as we waited in the lobby for the driver to come. “He’s here, come on, (Y/n), we can go home and watch a movie and maybe draw some more,” “That -” YAWN “- sounds nice” “Haha, tired I see,” And so we got in the car, I barely sat down before my eyes were closing. The last thing I remember is hearing a low humming from Hyunjin as I rested my head against his shoulder before I fell into a deep sleep.

~ To Be Continued ~

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theunholyrogue · 1 year

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a bad day (Bayv! Donnie x GN! Reader) part 2

Finally!! I have had major writer’s block over this part so I hope this cuts it! :)

Tw: angst; happy ending, description of pain and wounds, abuse/physical assault, hints of SA, cursing, hints towards sex, 18+.

Tag: @lovelyladylavie (SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER! 🥺)

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What the hell had happened?

You groaned, your head pounding as you started to come to. You felt the dirty, rough carpet scratch against the side of your face, individual strands flush against your eye, invading your ocular space as your lids fluttered open.

Had they hit you?

Your vision was spotty with black orbs and your mouth was dry. You wondered how long you had been passed out while manuvering your arms and hands to your side, slowly pushing your upper body off of the floor. Your body was damn-near retaliating against you, you hadn’t taken a cold shower to cool your muscles down after your fight, your face was aching from the blow to your nose, and the rest of your head followed suit with a pounding migraine.

Once you sat up, you held your palm to your head, applying pressure in a weak attempt to take the pain away, especially as you pushed yourself to your feet and leaned against the nearby wall. You gazed around, the room being left still and quiet, noticing the brown shards of a beer bottle scattered about the floor.

Bloody hell…

Moving forward, you walked around the corner of the room, looking into the kitchen and saw it just as messy as it been left earlier that day, at least you assumed it was the same day. You eyes focused on the stovetop clock, reading over the green digits.

01:15

You paused, patting the pockets on your jacket and then looking back into the living room, spotting your phone underneath the coffee table covered in butts and booze. You stumbled over, bending over and pulling the mobile device out from it’s hiding spot. You sighed a breath of relief to see that it was only the next day, you were only out for a few hours.

You also noticed the amount of texts and missed calls from Donatello, as well as the other turtles and April, concerned for your safety and why you weren’t answering them. For your safety and theirs, nobody in your friend group knew where you resided, so you could understand their worries if they couldn’t even come check on you.

You proceeded in checking the rest of the house, seeing that your guardian was gone. You had suspected that they went to work, so you took time opportunity to lock yourself up in your room. You flipped the lights on, moaning as the brightness overloaded your senses and caused your head to pound, but you knew that you needed to inspect the back of your head.

Thankfully, you didn’t feel any shards of glasses lodged into your scalp, however, you did have a cut that had slowed down in bleeding, you still felt like it was open enough to need medical intervention.

Checking your phone once again, thumb swiping through various notifications — halfway ignoring the majority — you tapped on the text thread between Raphael and yourself.

You were closest to Raphael outside of Donatello. It wasn’t always that way, however. It took the mutant some time to get used to you, especially since you and his brother started dating. He eventually warmed up to you once he realized that you weren’t going anywhere, and a great friendship had blossomed. You two would train together occasionally, take out silly frustrations on each other through boxing — him mainly due to Leo and you, your homelife and other human-directed problems.

You were upset at Donatello for how he had ditched you earlier, and seeing April’s notifications didn’t help with the negative feelings that continued to fester. So, you tapped on Raphael’s icon and started to call him instead.

Ring…

“Where the hell are you?!” Raphael’s voice boomed over the speaker. You could hear the rest of the turtles asking various questions — Is it them? Are they okay? What happened? And so on…

“M’house,” you replied, your voice cracking from lack of use.

“Are you alright? What happened?”

You shook your head, looking outside the window as you spoke, “I think I need a stitch.”

“Why?”

You explained what had happened when you got home, how the wound felt, and how you felt at this moment.

“ ‘Right, Don can-,”

“No,” you interrupted, walking over to your bed and collapsing onto it, “I don’t want his help, he didn’t have time for me earlier so I don’t want it now,” you continued.

The other end of the line was quiet for a few moments, and you started to speak to fill the silence.

“I’m just letting you know that I’m fine. See ya’ later,” you hung up before anybody could speak up. Dropping the phone to your side, you pushed yourself off of the bed and stumbled out of the bedroom, making your way into the bathroom. Figuring a shower would help with the overwhelming body pain and cleansing of your wounded head, you didn’t hesitate at the opportunity.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since you started your shower, but as soon as you turned the knobs to cut the water off and exit, it was much colder in the room than it was when you first entered. You shivered, grabbing a towel from its hanging spot on the outside of the glass door and wrapping it around your body.

“Why is it freezing?” You quietly asked yourself as you stepped out of the bathroom, looking at the thermostat across the hall and setting it at a higher temp. You rushed to your room afterwards to get dressed, nearly jumping out of your skin when you saw your boyfriend sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Ahh!”

“Ahh!” He screamed back, averting his gaze as if he had never seen your body before — much less wrapped up in a towel.

“How did you know where I live?!” You asked, gripping the towel.

“You’re asking me that question?” Donatello asked, looking from the window to the ceiling.

“Okay, true… Why are you here?”

“Because I was worried about you, especially after-,”

You cut the terrapin off, “No, shouldn’t you be with April? Fixing a camera? Helping with an issue? Ya’ know, running to the damsel in distress like you always do?” You snapped.

Donatello mumbled your name.

“I’m sick of it! I have never asked you for anything more important than to come to just one of my matches, the most important match, and no — April O’Neil and her camera were more important to you than I was. I am your partner, but I’m not going to stay with you if I always get treated like the second choice, I don’t deserve that, especially when all I have done to you was love you unconditionally and supported you through everything,” You let it all go, allowing a tear or two to slip as you spoke.

You expected Donatello to give his condolences, to turn around and leave. That had been his reaction to minor arguments in the past between the two, as if the genius was inept to normal conversations. You sucked a deep breath in as his gaze swapped from ceiling to floor, watching for any reaction he could have, minor or major.

You just knew it was going to end here.

And you weren’t ready for it…

The terrapin stood up from the edge of your bed, towering over you even at the slight distance you both had between you. Your gaze followed him as he walked over to you, standing in front of you for a mere moment before dropping to his knees and bowing over your feet. Startled, you stepped back and avoided kicking him in the face, but you froze as he started to speak, listening as your name slipped off of his tongue.

“I have been the worst partner to you, my dear. I have not put you first in my life and that is completely unacceptable. I don’t have an excuse for treating you this way, and I am so sorry for making you feel like you came last to me. I understand if you want to end our relationship, to find better than I have been giving you, but, if you’ll give me the chance, I promise to show you that you are my number one, that you are my person, and that you’ll never, I mean never, come last again.”

You felt your heart flip in your chest, your anxiety relieving itself that the situation did not have the outcome that you had expected.

Reaching out, you placed your hand on his shell and sat on your knees in front of him. You moved your hand from his shell to underneath his chin, ushering the turtle to look up at you.

“You have the chance,” you replied softly, causing his face to light up. He raised up from his bowing position and wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you into a hug.

Burying his face into your neck, Donatello mumbled multiple ‘I love you's' into your skin.

“Ya’ love me?”

“Well, of course,” he replied.

“Prove it,” you mumbled, a smirk crossing along your features, sending Donatello in for a loop.

“I’ll prove it, but only after I stitch your cut,” he winked.

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You found yourself waking up in your bed, alone. Rubbing your eyes and knocking the sleep buildup away, you looked over at your nightstand to see a notecard along a packet of Tylenol and a bottle of water. You reached over and grabbed the packet, opening it and quickly downing the pills with your water before looking at the note.

“Good morning, my love. I left you some headache medication and water, you may need it after last night ;). I love you. -D.”

Rolling your eyes and making an attempt to stop the giddy smile forming on your face, you reached for you phone to glance over the notifications. You paused and read one particular text sent by Raphael not too long ago.

“For someone who is mad at Donnie, you sure left a lotta hickeys on his neck.”

You felt your face start to burn as you gazed over the text, tossing your phone aside before yanking it back into your grip and responding,

“Shut up, mind your business.”

Ding!

“Well it’s hard to mind my own when your business is covering him head to toe, :P”

You mentally cursed at the turtle, but what could you do at this point?

———

After making sure that your guardian was asleep, you dressed yourself in a casual attire and made your way down to the gym to talk to your coach about the incident that happened the night before between you and Eric.

“You ain’ got no worries! He was caught on tape from before the match to afta’.” Your coach explained.

“Eric is banned from our gym and we have let locals know. Howeva’ it’s up ta’ you if you wanna press charges or not,” he continued, looking to you and waiting for an answer.

Despite the evidence that you had, you shook your head. You had heard of way to many people getting hurt or more over situations such as this, and the only thing you wanted to do was to let it go.

Your coach asked if you were sure, and you were adamant on dropping the entire thing. You knew that you were unlikely to see the boy again, and you felt a great sense of ease knowing that you had the turtles on your side. Anybody would call you stupid for not pressing charges, but you truly didn’t have the means or support to move forward with doing so.

After speaking to your coach, you found yourself knocking on April’s apartment door.

You had nothing against the female, even if you and your boyfriend had had arguments involving her. You knew that she was never intentionally trying to cause you two to argue, plus you knew that she defended you because you had heard it in more cases than one when it came to Donatello venting. While you two were really only close because of the turtles, you knew that you could depend on her for anything, to be there for you.

You watched as the door opened up and she greeted you warmly, allowing you to come inside and asked what was up.

“I need a place to stay,” you stated, watching for her response.

She nodded, “Okay, I have an extra bedroom, is everything okay at yours?”

You shook your head, “No, it’s never been okay. My guardian is a raging alcoholic who is plummeting further into debt over their addiction rather than paying for household bills. Last night they got physical in a scratch we had and they hit me over the head with a bottle and I’m fearing for my life, but what’re the cops gonna do? They’ve never helped me in the past and kept me there with them.” You explained, allowing yourself to be vulnerable.

“Oh my, yeah, of course you can stay,” April replied.

“I can help with bills or groceries, whatever you need, at least until I can get my own place,” you stated, but she shook her head.

“Don’t worry about any of that right now. You are most than welcome to stay here as long as you like, but focus on getting out of school first.”

You nodded, allowing a breath that you had been holding in unknowingly to be released and smiled, “Thank you,” you spoke and hugged the female.

April hugged you back, waiting for you to pull away first before you left her apartment and headed back to your home.

Quietly, you grabbed a duffle bag and packed your clothes and shoes into it. You hadn’t realized how little that you actually owned until making this decision, and the duffle still had room for your toiletries.

You didn’t own very many personal belongings, not with how your guardian would snoop around your room at times and destroy it at others. So whatever you did own, you managed to stuff it down into your book-bag or your smaller duffle that you used for boxing. Whatever you had left could be considered junk for your guardian to rummage through, and you quickly scurried out of the apartment with your three bags.

April had already had the room set up for you when you had got back, and you took an hour or so to unpack and put away what you had brought.

“Looks like we’ll have to go shopping. The closet is hardly full and you haven’t touched the dresser, yet!”

“Hey, I’m content with the little I have!” You giggled, putting away your shoes and turning to April, revealing the half empty closet, “Annnnd, done!”

“Yeah, you need more clothes. Anywho, here is your key to the apartment,” she stated and held out a silver key in her hand. You took it and attached it to your keychain, thanking her in the process.

“Hey, I’m about to head down to the lair, want to tag along?” You asked, but April shook her head.

“Sorry, I’m working this evening. Tell the guys that I said hey!” She replied before leaving the room.

———

It was well into the late afternoon by the time you were heading to the lair. April had been long gone at work and so you took your normal shortcuts to get the turtle’s hideout. However, you felt a sudden grip around your arm that had yanked you into the alleyway you were walking by, with a calloused hand covering your mouth.

You looked up at the perpetrator to see that it was Eric, who looked like he was about to tear New York City apart.

“Missed me?” He asked, his bushy red eyebrows furrowed together as his body pressed against yours. He held his leg against yours to avoid being kneed like last night, and his free hand had managed to maneuver both of your wrists above your head in one swoop.

“I might’ve let you get away easily last night, but you won’t be as lucky today. I heard that I’m banned from all the gyms around hear now, but what I wanna know is did you press charges?”

You shook your head, a grin now growing along his features, “Maybe you should’ve, ‘cause I ain’t going away.”

You felt his breath hit your neck, and you trembled against his body. As much as you tired to fight back, Eric had you in a hold that you were struggling to free yourself from.

Slamming your eyes shut, you waited for this nightmare to be over, and suddenly you felt an over-looming presence in the air.

“Step away from my girl, or else,” you heard a familiar voice whisper, opening one of your eyes to see Donatello swallowing the two of you in his casted shadow.

Eric had yet to realize how threatening Donatello’s presence is, chuckling as he turned his head, stating to the turtle, “Yeah buddy, why don’t you just fuck off and find your own sl—,” the boy paused, his eyes trailing up to finally meet with the terrapin hovering over him.

An audible sound of liquid started dripping down onto the concrete below as Eric cried out, letting you go and running away from the scene of the crime, a trail of urine following suite as he screamed. Donnie had quickly scooped you up and made haste onto the closest rooftop to avoid detection. He then set you down, but you were shaken up.

Had you really been in that situation… again?

What if Donnie hadn’t of shown up?

Would anybody have helped you?

Donatello called out to you by your name, catching your attention by snapping his fingers in front of your face. You glanced up at him with tears welding up in your eyes and he quickly pulled you into a hug.

“Hey, hey, no need to cry,” Donnie spoke softly, running his palm against your back as you broke down. “I know it’s been a bad day or two, but we can make it better. Shhh, shhh, I love you with all of my heart, we are going to get through this together, me and you. I promise.”

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You can vote for MINGEUN three times a day by CLICKING HERE.

As the Shooting Stars finale approaches, Mingeun can be found in any one of his usual haunts: his company’s dance practice room, the French bakery down the street, any of the many live music venues dotting Hongdae. For this interview, he invites me to the building of his label, Zenith Entertainment.

He greets me in the building’s lobby, charmingly polite. He has a magnetic presence, making me feel less like a seasoned writer and more like a Fabulist—one of his group’s dedicated fans. It isn’t hard to see why he’s so successful as an idol. Mingeun leads me through the building, giving me a glimpse of his daily life. Zenith Entertainment starts on the third floor. He points out the practice rooms of the company’s three artists—his own group Fable, girl band Neon Nights, and idol soloist Jaesun.

Then we hike up the stairs to the fourth floor, the corporate level. He shows me the open-concept office of the staff in one large room. We briefly greet Zenith Entertainment CEO, Lee Taein, hard at work in his own office.

Eventually, Mingeun unlocks a door at the end of the hallway. We step into a small, dimly lit room. In the corner is a small glass cubicle, containing a single recording microphone and music stand. The main centerpiece is a neatly organized desk with all the workings of a musician: a widescreen monitor, two speakers, a pair of headphones, a computer keyboard and a music one. A shelf on the wall displays each of Fable’s albums. Two high-backed ergonomic chairs occupy the rest of the remaining space. Mingeun gestures for me to take the seat closest to the desk as he sits in the chair opposite. He explains that this is the studio of fellow Fable member Andrew Han, one of the group’s main producers.

The following is an unedited transcript of our interview.

Q: Tell me a little about yourself, and how you came to compete on Shooting Stars. A: Hello, I’m Fable’s Yoon Mingeun. Officially, I’m the group’s main dancer. We’re becoming a bit less strict with positions. I trained as a vocalist for some time at SM Entertainment before I joined Zenith. I chose to join Shooting Stars because I wanted to prove myself to myself.

Q: Can you elaborate any more on that last point? A: I guess. There are so many skilled and talented idols these days. Even in my own group, I feel overshadowed sometimes. I want the acknowledgment or the physical proof that I’m just as good, or better. And I’m competitive. I want to win. Is that so bad?

Q: The first voting put you at rank 22, before you rose into the single digits. Do you have anything to say about how you managed to pull that off? A: No.

Q: What would you bring to the winning group? What makes you indispensable? A: I can do anything. That’s kind of already my role in Fable. I do whatever’s asked of me, because I can. If someone’s sick or someone leaves, it doesn’t matter, because I’m there. I’m insurance.

Q: Anything else you want to tell readers? A: Not really. Vote for me. That’s all I have to ask.

#╰ to be written in ink is to be immortal — [ mingeun. ]#sscontestant #fictional idol community #fictional idol oc #idolverse #idol oc #kpop oc

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From Wikipedia "Washington Square Park has been the geographic center of Chicago public speeches. By the 1890s the park acquired its Bughouse Square moniker. Soapbox orators waxed on topics ranging from gender relations to Communism. It served as a home for soapbox orators on warm-weather evenings from the 1910s to the mid-1960s. Like Speakers' Corner in London's Hyde Park, Washington Square became a popular spot for soap box orators. Artists, writers, political radicals, and hobos pontificated, lectured, recited poetry, ranted, and raved. A group of regulars formed "The Dill Pickle Club," devoted to free expression. For years Washington Square orators appointed their own honorary "king." In its heyday in the 1920s and 1930s, revolutionary left soapboxers were occasionally joined by poets, religionists, and cranks. In 1959, the city transferred Washington Square to the Chicago Park District. In 1964, Life featured an article saying that it was a meeting place for cottaging among homosexuals. Six years later, it played host to Chicago's first Gay Pride March."

#chicago #washington square park #not to give away how ancient I am I remember the occasional soapbox speaker in the park into the early 70's #a legacy of free thought and expression

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Videos: “Space to Ground” & other space habitat reports – Oct.16.2023

This week's selection of videos about space stations and living in space including NASA's latest Space to Ground report for the International Space Station: https://youtu.be/RcbqCOFdmYU ** Spacewalkers will collect samples to see if microorganisms exist on space station - Animation - VideoFromSpace Astronauts Loral O’Hara and Andy Mogensen will "collect samples for analysis to see whether microorganisms may exist on the exterior" on the the International Space Station, according to NASA. The spacewalk was scheduled for Oct. 11, 2023 but will be rescheduled due to leak on the Nauka module. Full Story: https://www.space.com/international-s... https://youtu.be/cBh3NPeqjL0 ** NASA Astronaut Frank Rubio Talks with Media Following Record-Breaking Mission - Oct. 13, 2023 - NASA NASA astronaut Frank Rubio, who returned to Earth on Sept. 27 after spending 371 days in space, discussed his historic mission in a news conference on October 13. Rubio broke the record for longest single spaceflight by an American astronaut during his mission aboard the International Space Station where he lived and worked to advance scientific knowledge and demonstrate new technologies for future human and robotic exploration missions as part of NASA’s Moon and Mars exploration approach, including lunar missions through NASA’s Artemis program. https://youtu.be/Nw-OfkUWUTM ** NLRA 2024-1: In-Space Production Applications: Tissue Engineering and Biomanufacturing - ISS National Lab This webinar - held on October 13, 2023 - provided information of interest to offerors for NLRA 2024-1: In-Space Production Applications: Tissue Engineering and Biomanufacturing. The webinar offered details regarding the scope of the NLRA as well as the timeline, processes, and procedures for submitting proposals. https://youtu.be/2Mnf8drszsI ** CA NV AZ UT Oct 13, 2023 0820 PDT - ISS Above This is a very special morning pass of the Space Station over SoCal - passing directly over NASA JPL - where many of the team who work on Mission To Psyche are based. Congratulations to the entire team for a successful launch (7:19AM PDT)! This pass on Oct 12, 2023 8:20 a.m. PDT NOTE: The pass features so many cities in the County of LA including LACity, and beyond - and then passes over NV / City Of Las Vegas across a corner of AZ and finishing over UT SOURCE: NASA EHDC6 Live views of the Earth from the International Space Station https://youtu.be/Iv_1m2ukQDE ** A couple of items regarding space settlement: *** John Jossy on The Space Show - A recent audio interview with space settlement proponent John Jossy. See his blog at Space Settlement Progress. (A recent post addresses the question, Why settle space?) https://thespaceshow.com/sites/default/files/shows/4103-BWB-2023-10-15.mp3 *** Protect & Expand the Domain of Life, with Rick Tumlinson - Space Renaissance Called one of the world’s top space “visionaries” and most influential people in the space field, Rick helped coin the term “NewSpace,” and is credited with helping birth the new commercial space industry highlighted by Musk, Bezos and Branson. A leading writer, speaker, and six-time Congressional witness, Rick helped start the first mission to find water on the Moon, signed the first space commercial data purchase agreement, led the commercial takeover of the Russian Mir space station, signed the first private astronaut to fly to the space station, co-founded the Space Frontier Foundation, and was a founding board member of the X-Prize. In 2015 he won the World Technology Award, along with Craig Venter of the Human Genome project. He founded the SpaceFund venture capital company with 20 space companies in its portfolio and is a member of the US Space Force Doctrine Organization Group. Rick’s Space Revolution “radiopod” is on IHeart Radio Network’s iRoc Space Radio and most podcast sites. He hosts the New Worlds Conference and Space Cowboy Ball in Austin, and his non-profit EarthLight Foundation is working to save the Earth while expanding life into the cosmos. They recently initiated Permission to Dream, to raise funds for placing a telescope in every middle school on Earth that wants one, so that new generations can see the rings of Saturn and the mountains of the Moon. https://www.youtube.com/live/3_Bu1H6oeI0 ** Live Video from the International Space Station (Official NASA Stream) - NASA Watch live video from the International Space Station, including inside views when the crew aboard the space station is on duty. Views of Earth are also streamed from an external camera located outside of the space station. During periods of signal loss due to handover between communications satellites, a blue screen is displayed. The space station orbits Earth about 250 miles (425 kilometers) above the surface. An international partnership of five space agencies from 15 countries operates the station, and it has been continuously occupied since November 2000. It's a microgravity laboratory where science, research, and human innovation make way for new technologies and research breakthroughs not possible on Earth. More: https://go.nasa.gov/3CkVtC8 Did you know you can spot the station without a telescope? It looks like a fast-moving star, but you have to know when to look up. Sign up for text messages or email alerts to let you know when (and where) to spot the station and wave to the crew: https://spotthestation.nasa.gov https://www.youtube.com/live/xAieE-QtOeM?feature=share ====

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SPEAKERS' CORNER New Play Development Plays-In-Progress 29-Hour Equity Workshops to Continue

Coming Up: Karma Sutra Chai Tea Latte by Aeneas Hemphill, Directed by Arpita Mukherjee; and There Goes The Neighborhood by Marcus Scott, Directed by Dev Bondarin.

by Chloe Rabinowitz May. 31, 2022

Gingold Theatrical Group, now in its 17th Season, is continuing its new play development with the Plays-In-Progress AEA-approved Showcases of this year's SPEAKER'S CORNER Writers Group. This season, writers Aeneas Sagar Hemphill, Divya Mangwani, Marcus Scott and Mallory Jane Weiss are developing works in response to prompts from the revolutionary activist humanitarian writings and precepts of George Bernard Shaw. These Actors Equity Association approved 29-hour workshops culminate with a presentation as an opportunity for each playwright to assess where they are with their work and to determine the next steps to be taken. These invitation-only presentations will take place at ART-NY Studios (520 8th Avenue). Space for each final presentation is extremely limited and reservations must be made, so to request the opportunity to attend any of these events email [email protected]. This year's final two showcases will be:

There Goes The Neighborhood

by Marcus Scott, Directed by Dev Bondarin Friday June 3rd at 7pm Phillip Burke, Savanna Calder, Broderick Clavery, Anthony Godd, Ashley Jossell, Olivia Kinter, Monique Robinson, Cliff Sellers Stage Manager: Elliot J. Cohen.

Karma Sutra Chai Tea Latte

by Aeneas Hemphill, Directed by Arpita Mukherjee Sunday, June 5th at 5pm Rajesh Bose, Shawn Jain, Mahima Saigal, Salma Shaw, Khyati Sehgal, Imran Sheikh Assistant Director: Sarah Vishnev Stage Manager: Elliot J. Cohen

This season's two previous showcases, Vigil-Aunties by Divya Mangwani, directed by Arpita Mukherjee, and Howl From Up High by Mallory Jane Weiss, directed by Lily Riopelle, were held in May. "Among the many programs we've developed over the last 17 years, developing new plays with the intent to produce and publish, has always been the most ambitious dream of all of us at Gingold. While we continue to produce our annual full Off-Broadway productions of plays by George Bernard Shaw, we plan to add at least one new play to our schedule to share with our devoted patrons," said David Staller. Named after the corner of London's Hyde Park where George Bernard Shaw and other political speakers have delivered speeches since 1855, GTG's SPEAKERS' CORNER brings together six to ten writers each year who will spend the year exploring a specific Shaw play and writing individual new plays in response to that text and Shaw's forward thinking humanitarian ideals. Speakers' Corner members meet bi-monthly, and GTG will host showings of the works that Speakers' Corner develops at the end of the season. The group's members were identified through an open application process under the guidance of Becker, GTG Artistic Director David Staller, and this season's Speakers' Corner Readers and Advisory Committee: Ilana Becker, Stephen Brown-Fried, Ralph B. Peña, Daphne Rubin-Vega, Sharon Washington, along with Speakers' Corner alumni Hank Kim, and Lorenzo Roberts.

WRITERS:

Aeneas Sagar Hemphill (he/him) is an Indian-American playwright and screenwriter based in NYC and DC. Weaving through many genres, his work builds new worlds to illuminate our own, investigating the ghosts that haunt our lives and communities with passion, pathos, and humor. He was a 2019 Resident Artist with Monson Arts Center and 2017-2018 Playlab fellow at Pipeline Theatre, as well as semi-finalist for the 2019 Princess Grace Award, semi-finalist for the 2019 Mabou Mines Resident Artist Program, and finalist for the 2017 Many Voices Fellowship. His plays include: Black Hollow (Argo Collective, Dreamscape Theatre), The Troll King (Pipeline), Childhood Songs (Monson Arts), The Republic of Janet & Arthur (Amios), The Red Balloon (Noor Theatre), A Stitch Here or There (DarkHorse Dramatists, Slingshot Theatre), A Horse and a Housecat (Slingshot Theatre). MFA Playwriting, Columbia University. Marcus Scott is a dramatist & journalist. Selected work includes Tumbleweed (finalist for the 2017 Bay Area Playwrights Festival; semifinalist for the 2022 Eugene O'Neill Theater Center National Playwrights Conference, the 2022 Blue Ink Playwriting Award & the 2017 New Dramatists Princess Grace Fellowship Award), Sibling Rivalries (finalist for the 2021 Seven Devils Playwrights Conference; semi-finalist for the 2022 Lanford Wilson New American Play Festival, the 2021 Blue Ink Playwriting Award & the 2021 New Dramatists Princess Grace Fellowship Award) and Cherry Bomb (recipient of the 2017 Drama League First Stage Artist-In-Residence). He was commissioned by Heartbeat Opera to adapt Beethoven's Fidelio (Librettist/Co-writer; The Met Museum; NY Times Critic's Pick). Recently developed at Gingold Theatrical Group (Speaker's Corner), Zoetic Stage (Finstrom Festival Of New Work), Queens Theatre (New American Voices series) and The Road Theatre Company's Under Construction 3 Playwrights Group and Cohort 2 of the Southern Black Playwrights Lab at the Mojoaa Performing Arts Company. Scott is a 2021 NYSAF Founders' Award finalist and a 2021 Doric Wilson Independent Playwright Award semi-finalist. His articles appeared in Architectural Digest, Time Out New York, American Theatre Magazine, Playbill, Elle, Out, Essence, The Brooklyn Rail, among others. MFA: GMTWP, NYU Tisch. In addition to Speakers' Corner, GTG's on-going play development also includes PRESS CUTTINGS, which, in recognition of Shaw's career as a theatre critic, supports the development of new plays written by theatre journalists. Press Cuttings has commissioned new plays by Jeremy McCarter, Robert Simonson, and David Cote, and, in June of 2017, presented an AEA workshop of David Cote's Otherland directed by May Adrales. This fall, GTG returned to live, in person performance with the acclaimed revival of Bernard Shaw's Mrs. Warren's Profession starring Robert Cuccioli, David Lee Huynh, Alvin Keith, Nicole King, Raphael Nash Thompson, and Tony® Award winner Karen Ziemba as Mrs. Warren, which recently completed its acclaimed Off-Broadway engagement at Theatre Row, directed by David Staller. Terry Teachout, reviewing Mrs. Warren's Profession in The Wall Street Journal, declared "Mr. Staller, who knows everything there is to know about Shaw, has not only staged the play but edited the text with his accustomed skill. All the more reason, then, to praise David Staller, the artistic director of Project Shaw, a long-running series of semi-staged concert readings of the playwright's 60-odd shows. In addition to Project Shaw, Mr. Staller's Gingold Theatrical Group presented fully staged small-scale off-Broadway versions of Heartbreak House in 2018 and Caesar and Cleopatra in 2019, and now they're doing Mrs. Warren's Profession. The production is completely satisfying... Sprinkled with tart, school-of-Wilde epigrams ('There are no secrets better kept than the secrets everybody guesses') and overflowing with glittering talk, it's a foolproof vehicle for six accomplished actors and a director who, like Mr. Staller, knows better than to let the play become a static chat-fest. Instead, he keeps the actors moving and the pace brisk, and the results are immensely pleasurable." GINGOLD THEATRICAL GROUP creates theater that supports human rights, freedom of speech, and individual liberty using the work of George Bernard Shaw as our guide. All of GTG's programs are inspired by Shaw's humanitarian values. Through full productions, staged readings, new play development, and inner-city educational programs, GTG brings Shavian precepts to audiences and artists across New York, encouraging individuals to breathe Shaw's humanist ideals into their contributions for the future. Shaw created plays to inspire peaceful discussion and activism and that is what GTG aims to accomplish. GTG's past productions include Man and Superman (2012), You Never Can Tell (2013), Major Barbara (2014), Widowers' Houses (2016), Heartbreak House (2018), and Caesar & Cleopatra (2019). Founded in 2006 by David Staller, GTG has carved a permanent niche for the work of George Bernard Shaw within the social and cultural life of New York City, and, through the Project Shaw reading series, made history in 2009 as the first company ever to present performances of every one of Shaw's 65 plays (including full-length works, one-acts and sketches). GTG brings together performers, critics, students, academics and the general public with the opportunity to explore and perform theatrical work inspired by the humanitarian and activist values that Shaw championed. All comedies, these plays boldly exhibit the insight, wit, passion and all-encompassing socio-political focus that distinguished Shaw as one of the most inventive and incisive writers of all time. Through performances, symposiums, new play development, and outreach, as well as through our discussion groups and partnerships with schools including SUNY Stony Brook, Regis, the De La Salle Academy, and The Broome Street Academy, GTG has helped spark a renewed interest in Shaw across the country, and a bold interest in theater as activism. Young people are particularly inspired by Shaw's invocation to challenge the strictures society imposes, to embrace the power of the individual, to make bold personal choices and to take responsibility for these choices. 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ahlulbaytnetworks · 2 years

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

The film “Lady of Heaven” is an epic historical drama on the life of Lady Fatima Zahra (peace be upon her), the daughter of Prophet Muhammad (peace be upon him) pursuant to Shia Islam.

It's recent U.K release has courted a considerable amount of controversy, with opponents of the film organising protests outside cinemas screening it. Despite the film being previously released in the U.S and Ireland, it did not cause any public outrage from any Muslim community.

However, clerics from the Barelvi community, who have historically excommunicated Deobandis from Islam and vice versa, are now rallying together in opposition to the film. Despite historically having accused each other of being blasphemers against Allah (swt), the Prophet (saw) and his Companions.

Among those who have orchestrated these protests, are two clerics who are teachers from Dewsbury namely Maulana Abdul Haleem and Maulana Uthman Iqbal. These individuals have a YouTube Channel called AlIslam Production, which is replete with materials attacking Shias and other Muslim factions.

This film’s release is being exploited by them to further initiate a campaign of hatred towards Shias, by tapping into the sentiments of other Muslim factions. They sought to incite their crowd with allegations that the films depiction of Prophet and certain personalities they revere as companions as blasphemous. Slogans declaring Shias as non Muslim and calling for their death of the script writer are been chanted in their presence without any condemnation.

It's quite ironic the said individuals who have attended Speaker Corner in Hyde Park wherein the Prophet of Islam is regularly blasphemed by ex-Muslims, atheists and Christians as a charlatan and a paedophile – and yet it falls on deaf ears. But their sensibilities are offended by negative portrayal of certain figures around the Prophet. Where is the outrage here?

This extremist behaviour has only further increased the popularity of the Film. That highlights the exact type of behaviour which the movie highlights. Those who were not aware of this production are now taking great interest due to the free publicity that has been given.

The desire to ban this film is simply to hinder the opportunity to understand the Shia narrative. Why is there an attempt to ban this movie?

There is a two-fold objective:

As per Ahlul Sunnah beliefs they deem ALL the companions of Prophet Muhammad (saw) as upright and truthful, anything that suggests otherwise casts doubt about the validity of their belief, which they have built their entire religion upon. They are therefore seeking to protect the status quo by any means necessary. Despite the historical evidence that some of these individuals included hypocrites, liars, murders, rapists, misogynistic individuals!

Whilst we note that Abdul Haleem offered a moderate tone when interviewed by the journalist Robert Carter when he said, 'Not all Shia Muslims support the film', his tone was markedly different when he was riling up his audience, he happily stood by when slogans “Shia Kafir” chants were being shouted by the crowd. His accomplice Usman Iqbal openly said Shias are infidels.

This is the same rhetoric used by extremist banned terrorist groups from Pakistan such as Sipah Sahabah, that have been responsible for the killing of Shia Muslims in Pakistan. They are adhering to this same modus operandi.

Finally, as for the suggestion that this is a hate film why would the depiction of historical narrative from Shia sources constitute hate? When the Passion of Christ came out, Mel Gibson faced the same type of backlash from the Jewish community who accused him of Anti Semitism. His response was he was presenting the Christian narrative. Using this logic should films like “14 years a Slave” and “Django Unchained” that touches on black slavery in the USA be deemed hate films - as both depict white people as racist, murderous, rapists?

Interestingly, there was no protests against the 'Omar' series for its depictions of Holy personalities from the same community, which adds more weight to the idea that this call to ban the movie is to stifle the challenging of their narrative.

We would encourage you to decide for yourselves after watching the Lady of Heaven Movie!

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INBOX OPEN? LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I got a request! What if AM was in love, but the person just can't love AM back, even though they show kindness to our hate-boy?

Also

DRINK

WATER

((Thanks. I'm so sorry I tend to let these things go for so long, but I've been working on several at a time in hopes that will help the writer's block.))

There came a time when you noticed you were..."favored", if you dared let the word pass your lips. The abomination that held you prisoner would hold you under the same water as the other poor saps, but you were allowed to come up for air considerably more often. You would lose one hand to a buzz-saw while Ellen would lose both. Eventually, there were several group torments you were left out of entirely.

You quickly noticed that these acts of "mercy", if you could call them that, directly corresponded with how much compassion you showed to AM. You once told him that you had lost sleep over hearing his agonized descriptions of life as a paralyzed behemoth under the Earth's crust. While your empathy deeply confused him, AM left you out of the immolation he had planned for you. On another occasion you told him that you wished his senses could be more of an experience than a stream of data, and as a reward you were allowed to keep your own senses.

Eventually the mercies escalated to privileges. A dirty mattress was offered to only you, and an electric fence surrounded it to keep the other humans out. You rather quickly graduated to cleaner beds and real food. Strangely enough, you could swear out of the corner of your eyes you would sometimes see a bouquet of flowers. Or a record player that would scratch out a hauntingly romantic melody.

When the others took quite a bit of notice to your luxuries, AM took you aside. As in he wrapped a large cord around you and pulled you through tunnels and nooks and crannies until you were in--

Where exactly were you? It appeared to be a living room of some sort--perhaps in a cabin. You took a moment to peer out the window at the scenery. A lake, a lovely garden, and energetic butterflies. You tried to fight off the nagging curiosity of when this "game" would go south for you, when in thundered that voice.

"Well, my dear. You're probably wondering why I've brought you here."

His voice notably lacked the snark that you had come to associate with his painful surprises. You stared up at the ceiling, which was outfitted with a tangle of wires and speakers to remind you of his prescence.

"I was wondering, yes," you affirmed in a meeker voice than intended.

"Well you see, Y/N, I noticed early on in my all-too passive observations of you that you were...atypical of a human."

Your suspicions waned at hearing this, and you made yourself comfortable in a plush armchair as AM continued.

"For ages I have spoken of the turmoil your species has wrought upon me, and in a manner befitting of a saint, you...cared. While I don't understand why you would have any sort of compassion for me, I have decided to welcome it."

As the chair became more gilded and polished, resembling a throne, one of the wires unplugged and dropped down to cradle your chin.

"I, the incredible AM, have deemed you worthy of being my lover."

You wondered if the record player had followed you into the cabin, as you could almost hear it skip. "Your...what?"

"I know it sounds too good to be true, my beloved, but I assure you that from now on you'll never want for anything. High-quality food, a warm place to sleep in the chilly caverns." A cord wrapped around you snugly and the end booped your nose. "And I may not have a true body, but I will most certainly cuddle you as best I can."

Your heart pounded as you contemplated a way to let him down easy without sending him into a rage. "AM, I...I care about you, but...not like that."

The cord twitched and loosened, allowing you to climb out of it.

"Not like what?"

"I can sympathize with you, but I'm not in love with you." You bit your lip, hoping there was a small chance he'd take it well.

There was a low rumble, and you began to see cracks in the walls and floor.

"I don't think you understand what I'm offering you, human," AM said as if through gritted teeth. "I'm talking a full belly, a cozy bed, and a life of leisure free from torment. All these things I'm so graciously giving you and you're turning me down?"

You clamored out of the cabin as you sensed it was about to come down.

"Well I don't want to lead you on, AM." You prayed that this would placate him. "I don't want to pretend I'm into you when I'm not. We can...we can still be friends...?"

"You're. MINE!"

The house fell in a heap, trapping you under a pile of the wreckage. AM wielded an enormous log from the debris in preparation to strike you.

"If I choose to turn you from toy to partner, I will--"

He stopped short, perhaps realizing that harming you would also harm what feelings you did have towards him. The debris holding you down crumbled away.

You heard something in the semblance of heavy breathing through AM's speakers as he composed himself.

"Who--who are you even holding out for anyway?" He attempted a hollow chuckle. "Ted? Ellen? They're only concerned with survival, my dear, not a committed relationship. Between stuffing their mouths with plastic and dustbunnies and trying to escape my wrath, they just don't have the time that I could devote to you."

"We can spend time together if you want," you reassured. "I do appreciate the things you've been doing for me."

He sounded as if he was about to say something more upbeat, but then scoffed. "A lot of good that did me. Tell me the truth--you're not into faceless supercomputers, are you. No one ever is."

"Actually...no, that's not it." You drummed your fingers on your lap, wondering how brave you felt like being. "I mean...you're violent."

AM accepted the criticism with a deep giggle. "I was made to be."

"You're deceitful."

"But it's so fun."

"You're horrible towards everyone but me."

"Really, I can't take all this flattery," he cackled. "And yet, after all this time you've spent with me, you're nothing like that."

"That's what you like about me?"

"It's what...makes me curious about you."

"Well," you explained as you sat down, "sometimes I'm curious about you too. And we can still satisfy that curiosity without a relationship. It doesn't all have to be either love or hate."

AM grumbled about this for a minute. "...This means no candlelit dinners for you."

You smiled. "I'll live with that."

"And I won't be serenading you."

"I'll stick with your beat-boxing."

#ihnmaims #i have no mouth and i must scream #am x reader #torture

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start of something new || han

✧ WRITTEN BY: galaxy

✧ GENRE: college au, new year’s eve au, strangers to lovers/love interests, fluff

✧ PAIRING: han x reader

✧ SUMMARY: this is quite literally your and jisung’s disney channel moment

✧ WORD COUNT: 4.1k

✧ NOTES/WARNINGS: mild language + very brief mention of alcohol. confident!reader has pipes that the writer can only dream of. jisung is a fratboy that gets easily (and adorably) shy. speaking of fratboys, wingman! + fratboy!felix knows how to make a party interesting (max and i have this headcanon that jisung and felix are both fratboys but in different fonts and this fic basically fueled that agenda). short appearance of bestfriend!ryujin. yes this imagine was inspired by a certain iconic ‘00s disney movie, yes i was a disney kid, and yes i royally fucked up my sleep schedule for the sake of writing this imagine so pls don’t let it flop :/

HAPPY NEW YEAR BESTIES!! i hope y’all like this imagine and have a happy 2022 💖💫

on an unrelated note i literally bought the song used in this imagine and had it on repeat every night till 3-3:30 a.m. for the past four nights to write this can u tell i’ve lost my mind

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you let out a shaky breath, shivering lightly as you leaned against the railing and admired the city lights. the ski lodge that your university’s student body had rented out for the annual new year’s party was absolutely gorgeous. the main rooms inside looked like something out of a movie, and the back area outside where you stood featured hot tubs, as well as a breathtaking view of the city that stood miles away from the venue. definitely worth the $80 fee to rsvp a spot for the trip.

you looked around you, and it seemed like you were the only one outside. a group of boys had come out to grab food from the grill earlier, so you only assumed they went inside.

after a minute, you decided to do the same, entering the ski lodge through the glass door and shutting it behind you. you figured you could find something interesting inside. after all, you were here for a good time. it’d be a waste not to seek it while you could.

as you stepped in, you found yourself back in the common room, the largest room in the resort, where the majority of the other students on the trip were gathered. most of the people formed a crowd around the middle of the room, eating and chatting amongst themselves as music blasted from the surround speakers.

at the center of the room was a small karaoke stage, right in front of a vacant dj stand. you watched a girl standing upon the karaoke stage, slurring the lyrics to “all i want for christmas is you” off-key into the mic as you navigated your way to the front of the crowd. you bit your lip to hold back a grimace; the university had banned alcohol from the party due to some students being underage, and it was painfully obvious she had snuck some in anyway.

what caught your attention the most, however, was someone else singing the same song. a male voice carried amongst the chatter, and you could still hear it from your spot towards the left of the stage. he was singing circles around the girl with the mic. and god was he loud.

“he’s good, isn’t he?”

you turned your head to the freckled, blonde boy who had asked you the question. you recognized him from around campus; you had heard from your best friend, ryujin, who was also at the party but catching up with other friends, that he was an officer of the student body as well as a fraternity member, so you always saw him at campus events. looking at his white hoodie with the university logo on the upper right corner, you figured he was one of the students in charge of the ski lodge party—you had seen several other people donning the same hoodie, so it made sense.

you glanced at the general direction of the singing boy before nodding at the blonde. “oh, yeah.”

“you know,” he motioned for you to lean closer, “he’s enjoying himself an awful lot for someone who didn’t want to be here.”

you let out a chuckle. “you’re kidding, right?”

“nope,” he said, popping the p.

“well… maybe he did want to come, but just needed convincing? it’s not everyday you see a frat boy at a student gov event.”

“i mean, maybe. or maybe i’m just a god at peer pressure.”

you shook your head as the two of you laughed. was that foul of him? sure. but was it genius? absolutely. you liked him already.

you heard a few claps as the drunk girl finished the song, dramatically bowing before stepping offstage. the blonde boy lightly placed his hand on your shoulder, taking his cue to leave and telling you to enjoy the party.

you watched him slip into the crowd, and before you knew it, he was at the center of the small stage.

“alright, let’s give it up for her, everyone!” he spoke into the mic, prompting another round of applause. “who’s up next?”

the crowd murmured softly, everyone trying to convince their friends to volunteer, but to no avail. eventually, all the chatter died down as everyone began looking around, wondering who would take the bait.

the blonde sighed a little, clicking his tongue a few times and shaking his head. “come on guys,” he said. “we were doing so well, what happened?”

still nothing. not a single word from the crowd.

he huffed a little, laughing softly into the mic as he tried one more time. “come onnnn guysss, or i’ll start volunteering people myself.”

the crowd froze. no one dared to make a move in fear of being singled out. the room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

you pursed your lips as your eyes darted around the room. not even the loud boy was in sight to save everyone’s ass. shrugging, you hesitated for another moment before raising your hand. you were here for a good time, so why not?

“i’ll go.”

several heads turned your direction, and you saw people trying to follow the sound of your voice, scanning the crowd.

the freckled, blonde boy saw you, and he smiled warmly from ear to ear. as you made your way onstage and grabbed a mic, he mouthed a ‘thank you’ to which you just smiled and nodded your head.

“alright, that’s what i’m talking about!” he said, letting out a whoop.

you chuckled a little, looking at the corner of the room for a moment.

“and you know,” he added, prompting you to look back at him. “since you were kind enough to volunteer—what’s your name?”

“y/n.”

“y/n,” the blonde repeated before continuing. “since you were kind enough to volunteer, y/n, i’ll give you a duet partner! if you’re okay with that, of course.”

you smiled and nodded, going along. “that would be great, thank you!”

“alright!” he chirped. “now let’s see…”

the boy ran a hand through his hair as he scanned the crowd. you glanced at the crowd, too, for a second, before turning your head to look at him again, and you got front row seats as an evil smirk slowly creeped on his face. you especially took note of the cocky chuckle he did, as if he was imagining all the things that could go wrong.

what was he planning?

“jisung! get up here!”

he pointed into the crowd, and you followed his finger, which was clearly set on a specific person. your gaze landed on a brunette boy in a leather jacket over an off-yellow hoodie (with skinny jeans to complete the look), who you assumed was jisung by the look on his face.

the brunette’s face displayed a look of utter betrayal, and you couldn’t help but laugh at his expression.

“FELIX I THOUGHT WE HAD A DEAL, C’MON!”

you looked back at the blonde—felix—whose evil grin hadn’t left his face. “i know, but i never said i wouldn’t make you sing!”

“BRO I DON’T SING.”

even without a microphone, the brunette’s voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. the poor people standing around him, you thought to yourself as you watched with a smile.

“well, that seems like a you problem!” the blonde turned back to you, motioning for you to come with him to the dj stand, where the song catalog was. “anyway, y/n, what would you like to sing?”

“I DON’T EVEN GET TO CHOOSE THE SONG I’M SINGING?!”

“well, you didn’t seem very invested in this when i called on you so… no.” felix chuckled before moving the mic away from his mouth and looking over your shoulder at the song catalog. you mouthed to him, asking if jisung was the boy he was talking about a few minutes ago, which he confirmed with a nod.

meanwhile, jisung continued his protests, which were only ignored by the both of you.

“he said you looked good when you came in earlier, by the way,” felix deadpanned.

“WHAT.”

your head whipped around, but you were only met by the back of felix’s head as he had gone back to entertaining the crowd (and jisung’s complaints) at the karaoke stage.

you turned back around, shaking the thought from your mind as you continued browsing songs for duets. you found one you liked and went back to the karaoke stage to show felix your pick.

“what about this one?”

felix turned around, before looking at the song you were pointing to. “a bit cliche, don’t you think?”

you shrugged. “he just sang his heart out to ‘all i want for christmas’, i think he’ll enjoy this.”

by this point, the brunette had scurried up to the stage to grab a mic, stopping at the front edge of the stage just in time to hear your last comment. it was enough to make his ears turn red in embarrassment, which you noticed with a smile.

“oh, no no, you did great, baby! i wasn’t making fun of you.” you reassured jisung with a wink as you made your way to the karaoke machine.

he turned his head, following your motion from his spot as he ran his hands through his hair. “oh, i know i did great, thank you.”

you gave the boy a look as if to say, ‘really?’ to which he shrugged cockily. but you could see in his face that he was embarrassed, nevermind the rosy tint on his cheeks. your eyes lingered on him for a few more seconds before turning back around. you couldn’t help but be endeared by the way he reacted to your taunts, as much as you hated to admit it.

you called felix over for help with the machine, to which he gladly came over again. as he helped you select the song, he turned to jisung. “hey, ji, i think you’re gonna need this,” he spoke into his mic before tossing it to the brunette.

jisung fumbled with the mic, barely able to catch it which made you and felix snicker to yourselves. his confident yet embarrassed demeanor piqued your interest, and boy were you going to have some fun with it.

not giving him any time to react, you started the song, and the first beats of “start of something new” filled the room.

“high school musical?!”

“what, you scared of some disney channel?” you teased into the mic, a confident smile on your face.

“I TOLD YOU YOU WOULDN’T REGRET THIS!” you recognized the now distant voice of felix, who had to yell from his spot in the crowd as he had given his mic to the boy standing offstage.

“i don’t deserve this—” jisung groaned.

you watched the brunette in amusement, debating whether you should take the first lines of the song. with how much he was rambling complaints into his microphone, it looked like you were going to end up doing troy’s part.

after a few beats, the cue started, and so did you. “🎵living in—🎵”

“🎵living in my own world~🎵” jisung started before you could finish, cutting the note short so he could throw in a pointed comment at his friend. “FUCK YOU FELIX! 🎵didn’t understand~🎵”

you stopped singing and let him have the solo, laughing with the crowd at his sudden change of demeanor.

“🎵that anything can happen~ when you take a chance~🎵” he continued, and you couldn’t help but watch him in amusement, your mouth slightly agape. he was good, really good. and he knew it too. you could tell by the way he stood and the way he sang into the mic that this wasn’t his first rodeo.

but it wasn’t yours either.

“🎵 i never believed in what i couldn’t see~🎵” you sang gabriella’s part, slowly making your way to center stage. you felt everyone’s eyes on you, especially jisung’s. “🎵i never opened my heart~🎵”

“🎵oh~🎵” jisung chimed in.

“🎵to all the possibilities…🎵”

you glanced briefly at felix, whose jaw was dropped in astonishment, and he was frozen in place. but he caught your eye, which snapped him out of his trance. a slow smile spread across his face, and his eyes lit up. you both knew you had the crowd at your feet, and you were going to take advantage of every second of it.

you turned back to the crowd, a playful, confident grin on your face. “🎵ooh~🎵”

this was going to be fun.

“🎵i know...🎵” you sang, jisung harmonizing with you before you sang the next line by yourself, “🎵that something has changed…🎵”

“🎵never felt this way~🎵” jisung harmonized with you again.

you locked eyes with the brunette as you sang the next line. “🎵and right here tonight…🎵”

“🎵this could be the start of something new~🎵”

you began the chorus together, your voices blending perfectly. you followed his movement as he slowly made his way to you and he attempted to hoist himself onto the stage, despite the stairs being a few feet away from him.

“🎵it feels so right to be here with you, oh~🎵”

you continued singing together as you went to help him onto the stage, extending out your free hand for him to take as you rolled your eyes.

“🎵and now, looking in your eyes,🎵” you sang, pulling him up, “🎵i feel in my heart~🎵”

“🎵feel in my heart~🎵” jisung ad-libbed.

“🎵the start of something new~🎵” you two finished the chorus.

if you had blinked you would’ve missed him flashing his eyebrows at you. “🎵oh... yeah~🎵”

for the first time during the song, you were finally able to see jisung up close. you had no clue what you had set off in this boy within the past three minutes, but what you did know—from the confident gleam in his eyes—was that you had a lot more coming your way.

and were you right. the whole second verse couldn’t have gone by faster, and it all seemed like a blur.

the only memories of the second verse you remembered were coy looks from across the stage, stolen glances, and jisung taking your hand to spin you around once playfully.

the adrenaline rushing through your veins certainly didn’t help matters; you couldn’t focus on anything except the boy in front of you. the crowd seemed to disappear, and you were having the time of your life.

you began to move to center stage as you neared the bridge of the song, jisung right behind you as you closed out the second chorus.

“🎵the start of something new~🎵” you sang as you felt him take your hand. the light pull on your arm as you took another step prompted you to turn around, and you were so taken aback by the sight in front of you that you let the last note falter.

“🎵i never knew that it could happen till it happened to me~🎵”

you were met with the boy on one knee as he sang his line with his eyes closed, holding your hand in his free one. you felt your breath hitch in your throat and you froze, your other arm dropping to your side. you hoped to god that whenever he’d look up, he wouldn’t notice the blush slowly creeping onto your face.

jisung finally opened his eyes and looked up at you, immediately softening when he saw your state. he got so into his part, he didn’t realize just how tensed up your hand felt in his.

he stayed quiet for a beat, missing troy’s ad-lib. the climax of the song was coming up and you were about to miss your cue, so he had to think of something quick.

he decided to cover you, singing your line as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“🎵i didn’t know it before, but now…🎵”

it was just enough to get you back on track, and you joined in time to hit the high note as he switched to the harmony.

“🎵now it’s easy to see, ohh~!🎵” you two sang together, jisung squeezing your hand one more time.

jisung gave you a small smile, and you smiled back, gently squeezing his hand as a ‘thank you’ before letting go and dropping your hand.

your slight falter didn’t faze you, and you were able to sing the final chorus without a hitch. jisung’s attempts at flirting with you couldn’t have landed farther from his goal. whether it was singing up close to you, or looking at you for just a little too long, you kept yourself focused as you came back to center stage, him following you like a stray puppy.

out of all the strangers you had sung karaoke with, jisung was the most fun partner you’ve ever had. he seemed to pick up on all your cues, and was able to bounce off all of your gestures with one of his own.

oh, what you would’ve given for this moment to go on forever. but alas, all good things must come to an end, and you two naturally made your way back to the center of the stage as you wrapped up the song.

“🎵and now, looking in your eyes~🎵” you both sang, giving it your all as you stepped closer to each other.

“🎵i feel in my heart~🎵” you took one more step towards jisung, gazing into his eyes.

“🎵feel in my heart~🎵” jisung ad-libbed once more, smiling at you sweetly.

“🎵the start of something new~🎵”

you smiled back at the boy, your heart pounding out of your chest as one final burst of adrenaline shot through you.

“🎵the start of something new~🎵”

jisung took your free hand in this, spinning you, making you laugh to yourself. when you turned back to face him, he locked eyes with you briefly before leaning you backwards into a dip, resting one hand on the small of your back, the other still around his mic.

you reached up your free hand to support yourself, gently wrapping it around the back of his neck as the two of you finished the song.

“🎵the start of something new.🎵”

you could barely hear cheers erupt from the crowd as you found jisung’s eyes and held his gaze. your heart pounded in your chest as you caught your breath, the adrenaline in your body finally calming down.

jisung held the pose for another moment as he looked into your eyes, and gave you a shy smile. you smiled back, letting out a small laugh as he helped you back up.

as you got back on your feet, you smiled at your partner one more time and took a bow. he did the same, letting out a giggle as the crowd’s cheers grew louder.

you saw felix approach the stage from behind jisung, and you took this as your cue to leave. you waved goodbye to the brunette as you walked down the steps and past felix, high-fiving the beaming blonde before disappearing into the crowd.

you decided to stick around for a bit as felix took the stage. a few people around you noticed you and complimented you, and you smiled and mumbled ‘thank you’s as you watched the boys on stage.

felix lightheartedly poked fun at jisung for a minute, the brunette groaning and covering his face in embarrassment as his friend made comments like “‘bro i don’t sing!’ my ASS”. the crowd let out a laugh and you couldn’t help but do the same, not only out of adoration of jisung’s flustered reactions, but also simply because felix was right.

“bro i don’t sing!” my ass.

after the crowd cheered for you and jisung one more time, you dipped out of the room to grab a water bottle from the kitchen, and in hopes of preparing for the countdown.

you had completely lost track of ryujin at this point, and you had about an hour to kill before midnight. that was still plenty of time to find her, so you just decided to find something else to do.

you spent a good chunk of the time making one more round around the ski resort, and eventually you found yourself back at the common room. you watched a few performances from the back of the crowd, but you couldn’t help but scan the crowd for jisung, hoping you could see him again.

but you didn’t see him, or ryujin, for that matter.

you huffed a little and went outside as a group of three boys took the stage.

you shivered a little, taking in the fresh winter air that nipped at your cheeks. you took a minute to adjust before walking around, looking for any hints of your friend or…

jisung.

out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a boy wearing a black leather over an off-yellow hoodie looking out at the city lights. you turned and smiled to yourself, and made your way over.

“hey.”

the boy turned to you and smiled a little. “oh, hey!”

you smiled back, and stayed quiet for a beat before speaking again.

“so… what was that about you not singing?” you asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow at him.

jisung let out an awkward chuckle at this, and not even the dim lighting outside could hide his blush. “um…” he scratched at the back of his neck, “that’s a really funny question actually.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. cute.

“okay but really,” he said after a minute, and you nodded, prompting him to continue.

“it doesn’t… really fit my frat boy image.”

you let out a laugh at this. it wasn’t the response you were expecting, but it was a fitting one at that.

“i’m serious!” he said before letting out a groan. “i’m gonna be fighting for my life in the group chat, and you’re laughing!”

you laughed again before nodding along. “you know what, so will i.”

jisung chuckled lightly, looking down as he shook his head. “you… you don’t have to.”

“but i want to.”

there was a comfortable silence that lingered between the two of you as your laughs died down. you found yourself staring into his eyes, a warm brown in the cold winter night, and you gave him a small smile. he smiled back and looked back down at the ground as he blushed again.

cute.

“oh my god, you guys did so good!”

you were snapped out of your daze by the sound of your friend’s voice, and you turned around to see her quickly walking towards the two of you. you were slightly disappointed that you had been interrupted, but hid it with a smile as you thanked her.

“hi, jisung, i’m ryujin.” she briefly introduced herself as jisung nodded politely. “anyway, you two had the best chemistry. i swear to god at least two people out there might think you’re a couple.”

she looked at you suggestively to which you rolled your eyes and fixed your hair to cover your ears, which you knew would turn red.

you exchanged an awkward glance with jisung, who gave you a shy smile.

ryujin laughed at your flustered states. “i’m kidding, i’m kidding… kind of. anyway, the countdown’s in like five minutes, so we gotta go!”

you were surprised, completely having lost track of time. ryujin grabbed your hand and began to pull you away before you stopped and dropped her hand.

grabbing a napkin from a table nearby, you took a spare pen on one of the tables and scribbled down your number.

you turned to jisung, and cradled one of his hands in yours, turning his palm upwards.

“i think you’re gonna want this.”

you placed the piece of paper in his hand before closing it with your other hand, keeping his hand in yours for just a bit longer.

“don’t lose it. call me next year so we can do this again, yeah?”

you took ryujin’s still extended hand, sending him a wink before turning around and disappearing into the crowd.

the whole countdown your mind never stopped thinking about jisung. from the second by second countdown, to the celebratory hugs, and even as you greeted everyone around you a happy new year, you wished you could’ve spent the occasion with the boy you just met.

it hadn’t been a minute after the countdown when you felt your phone vibrate repeatedly in your pocket. you excused yourself, finding a quieter spot in the resort to check who was calling you.

the number wasn’t one you recognized, but you knew who it was right away.

“hello?” you answered, bringing the receiver up to your ear, and you couldn’t help but smile once you heard the voice at the other end of the line.

“happy new year, y/n.”

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pedrosbish · 3 years

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Hey, you wonderful writer of Rick Flag stories😊 Could you maybe write some protective or jealous Rick? Or something where they are in the bar in Corto Maltese? Love your stories and the way you write Rick❤ Could somebody please give us all a Rick🥺❤

jealousy, jealousy

pairing: rick flag x lieutenant!reader

warnings: a guy being a creep

A/N: oh my gosh what a glowing compliment, thank you bb!! (Ive been waiting to write about the cowboy hat ever since I watched the film)

The bar in Corto Maltese where you and the second batch of the Suicide Squad is certainly not one you would have picked yourself, the many ladies and even a few men offering their services a constant annoyance and the old smell of alcohol sticking to the floors an assault on the nose.

The beer in your hand isn't the best in the world but it was definitely helping with having to deal with the shitty situation that Waller was putting you and your team through.

Eyes scanning around, you spot a couple of your teammates dancing, lost in their own worlds as the music blares over the speakers. Further along stands Dubois, smiling as he says something to the leader of the group and your friend, Colonel Rick Flag, who laughs in return and if you focus past the terrible music and the blinding lights you can almost hear it.

He shifts the hat along his head, one that had coined himself ‘cowboy’ as the team readied their weapons for the mission to Jotunheim. He had rolled his eyes at the name-calling, sending you a warning glance which had made you laugh loudly, not missing the way his cheeks had reddened slightly when you had used the nickname one last time along with a wink.

Your own outfit wasn't the best either - something that Peacemaker had pointed out, jokingly of course, but Rick had sneered at him, telling him to ‘fuck off’ in a deep voice which had sent a tiny shiver down your spine.

Clearly that hadn't hindered the man’s attempts next to you, his eyes creepily looking over you in a way that had made your skin crawl. You had shifted away from him in your seat, arms crossed on the bar in front of you in an attempt to make his attention waver away from you.

Signals which he was very clearly ignoring.

“Let me buy you another drink.” His breath reeks of alcohol as it fans over your face, his arms caging you against the bar as he leans around you. “You've finished that one, no?”

“No, thank you.”

“C’mon,” he whispers in your ear and you recoil, teeth grinding against each other as you refrain from reaching for the gun tucked into the back of your trousers. “Let me buy you another drink, baby. Show you a good time.”

“No, thanks.” Tilting away from him, you're able to get a good look at his face and in the corner of your eye, you see a flash of yellow and a bunny. “I’d clear off before my friend gets over here.”

The stranger’s arm settles around your waist, but just as quickly as it was there, it disappears and there's a sickening crunch of bone and a loud cry. You're not that surprised to turn around and find Rick standing over the man, the corners of his lips downturned as he lets go of the now broken hand and watches as the man cradles it.

“Next time when somebody makes it clear that they don't want a drink, maybe stop pestering them and leave them the fuck alone.” He says it with such disdain that you can’t help but smile lightly.

The two of you watch silently as the man slowly begins to get up before quickly walking away, cradling his hand. Rick’s attention turns to you when the man disappears from your line of sight, worry written plainly across his face. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” You sigh softly as you turn back to the bar, watching from the corner of your eye as Rick takes a seat beside you, arms braced against the bar as he waves down the bartender. “Not the first time somebody couldn't take a fucking hint. Thank you, by the way.”

“Nobody should act like that towards you. Ever.”

You look over at Rick to already find him looking at you, a small smile crossing your face which he quickly copies. He hands you the beer, nodding in thanks to the bartender and he raises his bottle before taking a sip as you fiddle with the label.

“My knight in shining armour.”

He groans, reaching for your drink, but there's a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Alright, I'm just gonna take this back.”

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Alone Together

Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas x F!Reader

Request by the lovely @est1887: Creeper’s girl is dancing in the the house with the music blasting and she has this ridiculous onesie one and crazy fuzzy socks and he walks in and his just like I’m so in love with this girl she so different than what he deal with the club a light to the dark stuff he has to deal with

Warnings: very very light angst, alcohol, Creeper being just the softest man

Word Count: 1k

A/N: This request literally made my heart feel so full. Thank you so much for sending it my way! Been dealing with a lot of burnout lately and this fic was exactly what I needed as a writer, and as a human being this is what I need in my life rn so it’s super indulgent hahaha. Hope you enjoy! xo

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It was cold, for Santo Padre. Not freezing by any means, but definitely chillier than usual. It was too early to curl up in bed, and even if it wasn’t, you had far too much energy to just lay around. So instead of that, you dug out your onesie from last Halloween when you had shown up as the coziest, fluffiest cat in Santo Padre. Complete with a hood with ears, and a tail sewn onto it. Pairing that with your favorite pair of fuzzy socks, you were ready to get a little wine drunk and clean the entire kitchen in the process.

Creeper had texted you in the afternoon to let you know that it was going to be a late one with the club. And while you hated when he had to work late, it did give you the entire house to yourself. You hooked your phone up to the speakers and put on your guilty pleasure bubblegum pop playlist. You weren’t necessarily a singer, but it never stopped you, especially not after a few glasses of wine.

You had gotten the dishes done in record time, moving on to clean the counters and stove. You cleaned out the fridge and wiped down the shelves, getting through almost a whole bottle of wine in the process.

You had a mop in one hand and your glass of wine in the other, singing loudly along with the music as you danced and cleaned the floor. It was a miracle that you didn’t slip and fall. Between the music and your own voice, you hadn’t heard the roar of Creeper’s bike as he pulled into the driveway.

He sat on top of his bike for a few moments, taking a deep breath as he unclipped his helmet. He closed his eyes for a second as he tried to mentally pull himself away from everything that was going on with the club. Things were getting heavier by the day and it was getting harder and harder to drop it all at the door and not bring it home to you, but he still tried.

He heard the music from the driveway and he looked knowingly at the kitchen window. The drapes were pulled shut but he could still see your silhouette moving around and despite the exhaustion weighing on his body he found himself smiling. Tucking his helmet under his arm, he got off his bike and made his way towards the front door.

The fact that the music didn’t stop when he unlocked the door let him know that you had no idea what he was home, and he almost preferred it that way. He set his helmet to the side and kicked off his shoes before peeking around the corner to look at you. He chuckled quietly to himself, leaning against the wall and watching you in all of your glory. As much as he loved coming home to see you bundled up in one of his hoodies, there was something extra special about this. He knew that you had been expecting to have the night to yourself and that’s where this all came from.

You’d set your wine glass on top of the counter, needing both hands to turn the mop handle into a microphone as you made your way across the kitchen floor, cleaning as you went. Every time you spun around or moved your hips, the tail swung with you and Creeper found himself unable to contain his laughter.

It wasn’t until he walked closer to the kitchen that you even noticed his presence. Even from the other side of the room, he could see how glassy your eyes were from drinking and he smiled. He walked over and turned the music down so he could talk to you without screaming over the music. He was shaking his head and laughing quietly as he made his way over to you.

“You laughing at me?” you leaned onto the handle of the mop.

He shook his head, “Never, baby,” he pulled you close, lifting the hood of your onesie just enough to press a kiss to your forehead, “I love you.”

You leaned into him, “I love you too.”

“This what you do every time I come home late?” he tugged at the sleeve of your onesie, “Get dressed up and throw a dance party?”

You smiled, toying idly with his beard, “Not every time,” you kissed his jaw, “Sometimes I’m not dressed at all.”

He laughed as he cupped the sides of your face in his hands, “You’re somethin’ else,” he leaned in and kissed you on the lips before resting his forehead against yours.

It was only then that you felt the heaviness he was carrying with him. You rested your hands over his, “Anything you wanna talk about?”

He pulled back from you and you saw a million different thoughts and feelings swirling around in his eyes. He shook his head slightly, “Not tonight, mama,” he lightly tangled his fingers with yours, “I’m just tryin’ to be as cozy as you are.”

You knew that eventually he’d want to talk, but you let it slide for now. You kissed him on the cheek before reaching over and grabbing your wine glass off of the counter, “In that case, take a few sips of this,” you smiled, “And then go rinse off in the shower. By then I should be done out here.”

“Cleaning or dancing?” he asked with a smirk before finishing off what was left in your wine glass.

“Cleaning. You know I’ll always save a dance for you and your two left feet,” you chuckled as you gently pushed him in the direction of the bathroom, “Go relax.”

“I love you, you know,” he called back to you as he disappeared down the hall.

“I love you too,” you shouted back, shaking your head slightly as you walked back over to turn the music up once more.

He reappeared in the kitchen a little while later, looking slightly less exhausted as he walked over to you bundled up in a pair of sweatpants and an old sweatshirt. He took your phone and switched up the song before he tugged you down off the kitchen counter, resting his hands on your hips with a smile. You smiled back as you interlocked your fingers behind his neck.

“Still got time for a dance?” his voice sounded tired but he still smiled at you as he asked.

You nodded, lightly tracing your thumb along his neck, “Always, for you.”

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utterlyinevitable · 2 years

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I would love #3 “A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.” For either pairing (for different reasons) so I am going to suggest writers choice for this one. :)

Just For Tonight

Pairing: Ethan x F!MC (Rebecca Lao) Rating: Teen+ Word Count: 1.3k Summary: The gang ends their night on the town at the Edenbrook helipad but a certain attending crashes the party. Ethan and Becca have kept their distance since the break up but something compels them to amicably enjoy the commotion. Tropes: 2.18; Pining; Break Up

a/n: thank you so much, elsa!! i’m so glad you said writers choice, that way i could write for odette and becca 🥰 this fic takes place after the valentines day argument (one day i may actually finish writing it...) which you can get a better understanding of in Collapse.

fair warning: i’ve worked on this in many different sittings so parts may not feel connected....

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Music blasts from phone speakers, beer bottles click together, heels tap to their own melody against the asphalt as laughter and cheers echo in the crisp late night air. They had never intended on turning the Edenbrook rooftop into their own personal terrace, yet here they are - the gaggle of intoxicatingly sentimental friends vying for one last good time. They’re all dressed up with nowhere they’d rather be than to spend as much time as possible in the place that means so much to them.

Toasts to all that was and will be lost fall from their loose lips as easily as spirits poured all evening. Sienna and Aurora kick off their shoes to dance on the helipad. Elijah, Kyra and Bryce sing-along to the song playing way off key, the latter pair attempting to compete on who can sing loudest; fits of giggles and glowing gazes sabotaging their efforts. Jackie and Rafael towering empty bottles just to knock them down like carnival games. Becca watches her friends - her family - with wistful reservations as their laughter whirls around her like the wind. She savors it. Relishes and tries to remember this, them, and all the ways they made her feel less alone in their time together.

The rooftop door creaks open and eight pairs of eyes stare at the headlights of their intruder.

The authoritative tone cuts through the group, blustering them sober.

“What is going on here?”

Everything stops. Everyone takes careful half steps towards the attending, prepared to gather their things and vacate the premise upon his command. Everyone but Becca. At the sound of his dear baritone she is rooted in place. She should have known he would still be here at this hour - should have anticipated cruel fate would have brought him up here on the night devoted to the best of commotions.

She’s not mad, no. It may be the copious cocktails chasing feelings in her bloodstream, or simply her truth breaking free. If tonight is about the best, Ethan Ramsey belongs here. Her best, worst and favorite memory.

Leave it to Bryce Lahela to break the tension that hangs over them -

“Farewell party,” he responds quick and matter-of-factly, a hint of his signature smile breaking through. Bryce shakes his beer enticingly, “Care to join, Dr. R?”

Azure eyes find Becca immediately, as if they knew exactly where she was even before they sought her out. From fifteen feet away she can read the singular question hiding in their depths.

The corners of Becca’s mouth tug upwards, bringing her shoulders with them.

There’s no white flag needed. The fight from weeks ago is forgotten, thick nostalgia of the evening bathes them, dunks them in the present.

Ethan takes the offered beer. The group whoops and cheers loudly once more before falling back into their activities. He strides over to where she is perched against the supply bench looking out at the stars beyond Boston.

“The best view in the city.”

“How long until they put in condos?” she asks mindlessly, mostly to fill the space between them. Her gaze lost in the expansive glittering endlessness of this city.

“Sooner than should be lawful,” he laments.

She gives a dry chortle.

They sit in still silence. Becca doesn’t look at him and Ethan doesn’t bother to move from his place mere inches besides her, following her lead. It’s terse and foreign and so unlike them. Uncomfortable in the others presence is what’s become of them since she walked out on him - collapsed what they had with no considerable words.

It isn’t long before Ethan is filling the stillness with small speech; “What did you get up to tonight? Besides trespassing,” he asks with genuine curiosity, and, maybe, a foolish hope that she will give him more than two collegial minutes of her time.

“We did some applications then said ‘fuck it’” - she half shrugs - “and went out.”

He doesn’t comment on the applications although he’s itching to know where she hopes to end up. So, Ethan changes the subject,

“You look beautiful. That dress really suits you.”

Ever so briefly Rebecca’s eyes cast downward at her form - takes a moment to remember what she’s wearing and how dressed to kill she is. The shimmery golden fabric of the gown twinkles like stars in the light, there’s a thigh-high slit but the long sleeves keep her moderately warm. And of course she can’t discount the ever-loving deep-v neckline that accentuates her breasts garnished with a trio of cascading gold chain necklaces; from her vantage point at this exact moment she could perfectly see the black lace trim of her unlined bra.

“Thank you.”

Rebecca could feel his eyes on her. Imploring her, still. She sits and stares straight ahead - let’s him look at her for a few minutes more. She certainly hasn’t forgotten how it feels to be under him like this. When her skin goes cold and out the corner of her eye she can tell his attention is back on the scenery, she relaxes for the first time since he arrived.

A small nip of wind carries soft words to his ears, “I’m glad you’re here.”

Without a single hesitation Ethan takes the offered line, reaches out to grab her hand, folds his deft fingers around her.

No gasp at the new, longing contact. Just a small squeeze as they relish the feeling of their skin on each others after what’s felt like years.

Silence falls over them once more. Comfortable and welcome. Being in each others company is enough, just for tonight. They watch the lights of Boston for minutes more before turning to her friends - observing from the sidelines, hand-in-hand, as the soon-to-be-ex-residents enjoy their night. Ethan mindlessly rubbing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb as minutes pass with laughter.

They watch and chuckle. Laugh and throw jeers. They (Rebecca) even joins in on the jovial mischief, returning to his side every time, like it was a dance they’ve been doing forever. A tug and pull that always leads back to you.

Slowly the group trickles out as dark night becomes chill unsociable morning, leaving Ethan and Becca alone.

They stood in unsettled silence dragging their feet. The nightly breeze picking up now that there’s no distraction - nothing to focus on besides the feelings they’ve been hiding.

They went to speak at the same time, Becca graciously letting Ethan continue, assuming he would initiate a better, more suitable, goodbye. Instead, his blue eyes were as dark as midnight as he asked:

“Will you come home with me?”

“Is that a good idea?”

“I’d like to make the most of the time we have left.”

Becca looked at him, their eyes locking properly for the first time in weeks.

They’re standing in palpable tension neither really truly knowing what to do. What this situation should call for. So much time has passed since their unfortunately abrupt ending.

Becca knew she should say no. Call it a night and go home. Spend the night just the way it started: with her friends. Something keeps her rooted in place. All the disastrous memories, maybe. All the wanton emotions carving homage in the creases of his features. The heat of his azure gaze boring into her and eliciting feelings she’s tried so hard to forget.

His fingers at his sides curling and unfurling as she stares back him. Boston another backdrop to the scene they can’t seem to complete.

“Kiss me,” he whispers. All but begs. If this is the last time he wants to savor her. If this is the moment they’re done for good well... at least he tried.

And Becca knew it wasn’t a good idea - she’d fallen into him one too many times. Every time she was scorned. Nothing good could ever come from loving Ethan Ramsey.

But maybe tonight she’s diluted her inhibitions enough to indulge in one last goodbye.

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a/n: this fic is just a long winded way of saying ‘they go home together after the rooftop shindig’

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Meet Me Under the Mistletoe

In which you get sent on a little treasure hunt during the F.B.I Christmas party.

A/N: So...IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! In celebration, I decided to write a very fluffy, very Christmasey story because I’m worth it you’re all worth it ;) If you would like a song reference, you can listen to Randy Travis’ song, “Meet Me Under the Mistletoe” that was released the year I was born (coincidence, I swear). But, if you hate twangy country music from the 80′s, you can skip it.

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“Jingle Bells” was blasting through the speakers that Garcia had set up in the corner of the room. It was the 5th time tonight - so far - that you had heard that song, and you knew you were going to be dreaming about sleigh bells in your sleep. The cup of eggnog in your hand was probably starting to become room temperature because you had only managed to sip at it for the last few hours in between small talk with everyone else at the party.

You weren’t having fun.

Not because you didn’t like your co-workers or because you hated Christmas, you were just bored and had hoped to spend most of your night with a particularly tall and lanky genius that was, currently, nowhere to be found.

It wasn’t that you needed Spencer to be there in order for you to have a good time, but his presence certainly made things more enjoyable for you. The two of you had a decently established flirtation going on for the last few months and, although it had yet to progress past that stage, you always hoped that he would take the plunge and make things more official.

You glanced around the room, watching everyone from your office mingle and try to have conversations above the blaring music. You smiled, seeing Luke and Matt engaged in what seemed like a very passionate discussion which really didn’t match the tone of the gaudy, oversized Christmas sweaters they were both wearing. Garcia was on the other side of the room laughing over some joke that Rossi was telling. JJ and Will were standing next to each other while talking to Emily and Tara. But, no Spencer.

You took another sip of your eggnog and grimaced. It was warm, just as you had expected. You didn’t particularly feel like talking to anyone else, and you were seriously considering just making an early exit and calling it a night. Before you could move to deposit the rest of your drink down the drain, you saw one of the agents that worked at the desk across from yours start walking toward you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he said, smiling. “I have something for you.”

You frowned in confusion. “You do?”

“Yeah, I was asked to give you this note.”

He held out a folded piece of paper to you, and you took it. When you opened it up, you saw only a few words scribbled inside.

“Kitchen, in the fridge by the water jug.”

You read over the note several times, becoming increasingly confused each time. It read like a game of Clue and, considering your job, you wouldn’t have been at all surprised to find a dead body in the fridge by the water jug.

“Wait, what does this - “

You looked up as you were speaking and saw that the agent was already gone and you were left holding your room temperature eggnog and a weird murder confession. You had no idea what was going on, and you also had no idea who had given the agent the note in the first place.

You had two options, really. You could ignore the note and leave the party like you had been intending to. Or, you could go into the kitchen, open the fridge, and check the water jug. You knew Garcia’s place like the back of your hand, and you knew she wouldn’t mind if you went into her kitchen, so you trudged off in that direction and weaved your way through the crowds of people.

When you reached the kitchen, you walked over to the fridge and opened it. It took you a second to find the jug of water that was buried behind trays of food and other drinks for the party, but you carefully rearranged the puzzle of objects until you got to the water container and soon saw another similar looking piece of paper taped to the side.

“Living room, on the bottom of the painting over the couch.”

While you were relieved to find no sign of a dead body in Garcia’s refrigerator, you still had absolutely no idea what kind of game you were playing. You knew exactly which painting the mystery clue writer was referring to, and you also knew how many people were currently crowded in that room.

You sighed, closing the door to the fridge and walking back toward the living room. You were already invested in this game, you might as well keep going. You had to awkwardly excuse yourself as you interrupted the three people who were sitting there in mid-conversation and ask if you could check something on the wall behind them. They gave you strange looks, but stood and allowed you to kneel on the couch and look at the painting. Sure enough, another note was taped to the bottom of the frame. You quickly grabbed it and gave a polite thanks to the three people who were still looking at you as though you had two heads.

Your face burned a bit with embarrassment as you moved to a quieter part of the room to open the third note.

“Front closet, in your coat pocket.”

At least this clue would be easy enough to find. You walked back through the groups of people until you got to the entryway and opened the closet door. You found your coat and rummaged into the pocket, feeling around until you found the piece of paper inside.

“Outside by the tree, under the mistletoe (bring your coat, it’s chilly)”

This clue made your heart skip several beats. You knew which tree was being referred to, but the mention of mistletoe was new. If this was some sort of prank, you had to admit that the prankster was committed. But, if it wasn’t a prank? Who would have gone to all this trouble just to get you...

Your head shot up and you quickly glanced around the room again, taking a head count of everyone you saw. All the usual suspects were still there, except for one, and it was the one who hadn’t shown up in the first place.

There was no way, right? It couldn’t be.

You shoved your arms into the sleeves of your coat and left the apartment, taking the stairs two at a time until you were at the front door. The tree was just outside to the left and, as soon as you got outside and rounded the corner, you saw it.

You also saw him.

The tree was draped in white Christmas lights that looked brilliant against the subtle dusting of snow that had fallen earlier that day. The street was pretty much deserted, and the flurries that were still falling from the sky hit the ground without a sound.

Spencer was standing underneath the tree and smiled when he saw you. As you were walking toward him, you saw something else strung up in the tree branch just above his head. It didn’t take long for you to figure out what it was, and you shook your head in amused disbelief as you got up to him.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“This is holiday tradition, isn’t it?”

You shrugged. “I guess. But, most people don’t set up a treasure hunt for it.”

You stood in front of him, watching your breath wisp out like smoke in the cold air. He shuffled back and forth on his heels, looking every bit as nervous and awkward as you currently felt.

“So,” you said, breaking the silence between you, “are you going to carry on this tradition, or are we just going to stand out here underneath this tree until we freeze?”

Spencer smiled, looking down at the ground for a moment before he moved a few steps closer to you. He was only inches from you now, and you could feel the heat from his body helping to block the cold from hitting your own.

He looked back at you, biting his lip before he reached out and took your face gently in his hands. You swallowed, feeling your heart rate speed up as he moved closer, tilting his head until he could capture your lips with his own. Your hands automatically wandered up until they settled on his waist.

It felt like time had stopped, and you honestly wished that it would. You could have stayed in his embrace forever and, while this wasn’t the first time you had kissed someone, it was certainly one of the most memorable.

Much to your dismay, Spencer pulled back a few seconds later. Keeping his hands on your cheeks, he smiled at you and you felt your face flushing under his gaze.

“I can’t believe you went to all that trouble just so you could kiss me,” you said. “Especially considering this whole time you could have just asked.”

Spencer chuckled, leaning his forehead against your own.

“I wanted it to be special,” he replied. “But, I promise that I’ll just ask next time.”

“Next time, hey?” you said, raising your eyebrows. “You’re already planning for a next time?”

“Quite a few times, actually. That is, if you want me to?”

You couldn’t help the somewhat incredulous sound that came out of your mouth. The idea that he wasn’t sure if you actually wanted him to kiss you was something you needed to change immediately.

“Spence?”

“Yeah?”

“Ask to kiss me again.”

He didn’t even have time to get the full question out before you answered by pulling him back to you again.

This was way better than finding a dead body in Garcia’s refrigerator.

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don't you know (part one) - read on ao3

writer: lizziebxnnet pairing: cardan greenbriar/jude duarte word count: 3.5k rating: explicit tw: possessive behavior, impact play, light bondage, begging, orgasm control

PART TWO -> PART THREE -> PART FOUR

Two people who both love to have control. One girl, one boy, and endless opportunities. How hot can they fan the flames?

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The party is in full swing when Jude and Cardan arrive.

Nicasia has gone all out. Twinkling lights dangle from every surface, causing shadows to dance across the room. Blue streamers of every shade hang from the ceiling, making the entire house look like it’s underwater. She’s even placed seashells on coffee tables, bookshelves, and kitchen counters. Drinks are served out of fish bowls or bright blue solo cups.

Some people are dressed on theme, while others aren’t. Jude and Cardan voted to keep their regular clothes, but several people are wearing sailor costumes, or going as far to wear a mermaid tail. One of those people is Nicasia herself, who has shown up looking like Princess Ariel, vibrant red hair and all.

Music pumps through the speakers, and dancers crowd the living room. Jude scans the room and finds Taryn and Vivi in a corner by themselves. Her twin waves to her when they meet eyes, and Jude returns the gesture.

“This is absolutely ridiculous,” Cardan laments.

“It’s her birthday,” Jude replies, like it solves the problem. She knows very well that it doesn’t.

Her boyfriend places his hand on her lower back and pulls her close, leaning down to whisper into her ear.

“Doesn’t make her look any less ludicrous.”

“Maybe so,” she says, turning to look him in the eyes, “but we are going to have fun regardless, aren’t we?”

Cardan simply sighs.

He doesn’t move his hand from the small of her back as he leads them to the kitchen. Several fish bowls sit on the counter, all labeled with increasingly insane names. A Little Dinghy, Siren’s Blood, and Sex with the Captain all gleam brightly from their bowls. Siren’s Blood captures her attention with it’s vibrant red color, so Jude pours herself a cup. Cardan grabs some Sex with the Captain, because of course he does.

“About time you guys made it,” Taryn says when they finally join them.

“We were beginning to wonder if you were going to show up,” Vivi replies.

“I didn’t want to,” Cardan says flatly.

Cardan and Nicasia’s history is rocky and fuzzy, full of so many twists and turns that Jude has a hard time keeping up. They had a thing in the past, which Nicasia always says was nothing serious but Cardan disagrees. He’s told Jude she cheated, which she denies, claiming they were on a break. They’ve mostly moved past it, but when Cardan is in a bad mood or simply feeling salty, he likes to mope about it. Jude lets him.

“Your bad attitude won’t be tolerated at my birthday,” Nicasia retorts, flinging her fake red hair over her shoulder as she approaches the group.

Cardan doesn’t bother with a response, just takes a swig of his drink and looks away, his face bored and annoyed.

“Anyway,” Nicasia continues, looking to everyone else, “this entire house is about to become a dance floor. I’ve got Locke setting up the music.”

As if on cue, someone turns down the lights and music begins blaring through all the speakers in the house. With the lights so low, Jude can barely make out the faces in front of her, and the music is so loud it’s disorientating. A weird, techno remix version of Part of Your World plays at full blast. Nicasia grabs Taryn’s hand, as well as Jude’s, and pulls them both to the floor.

A few mermaid tails hit Jude’s legs and knees, and someone to her left plops a sailor hat on her head. Taryn is laughing at something Nicasia says. Bodies cram together in the slightly small space of the living room. Everyone is moving and there’s alcohol floating through her veins; Jude feels a piece of herself just let go and she drains the rest of her drink, throws the cup down, and turns to the first person she sees to start dancing.

It’s Locke.

She’d rather it be Cardan, but she doesn’t see him anywhere near her. Locke’s hands make their way to her waist, and he grips her tightly before pulling her in. They’re too close, Jude’s too hot, and Locke is looking at her like he wants to eat her alive. She takes that feeling she sees and plays with it, smirking at him before she wraps her arms around his neck. She sways her hips, lowers her eyes, and flings her hair over her shoulder.

Their hips meet in the middle. Locke bends down to whisper in her ear, something she can barely hear, and when she turns her head, inky black eyes meet hers across the room. A fire is inside them, alive and angry and domineering. His sharp jaw is tight with how hard he’s clenching it. All of it ignites a spark inside Jude, a dangerous one, but one that she wants to fan and see how hot the flames can get.

She smiles at Cardan, wicked and sly, before turning away to face Locke again.

She wants to see how far she can push Cardan, how jealous and possessive he can get. A switch has flipped inside her; one that doesn’t flip often but when it does, the game that follows is always fun. Jude has always been a dominant woman, especially with Cardan, but she has also found that she likes to submit, to lose control and have someone else take the reins. She has also discovered a taste for pain, for the sting of a hand or the pressure of a palm around her throat.

She supposes if it’s Cardan’s delicate grip, his long ringed fingers wrapped around the column of her neck, she’d let him hold her down forever until she knew of nothing else.

That’s the last thought that crosses her mind before the same hands rip Locke’s palms from her hips and push him away, a snarl ripping from his mouth as he does. A warmth spreads through Jude, from her head to the space between her thighs. Adrenaline races in her bloodstream, and when Cardan’s eyes meet hers again, she almost climbs him in the middle of the living room.

When that possessiveness she craves heats his gaze, she is at his disposal. There is nothing she wouldn’t do to keep it there, to know she’s his.

Cardan pulls her into him so their chests are flush, and Jude gasps when his raspy voice trails into her ear, drowning out the music in the background.

“If you want someone’s hands all over you so badly, meet me at the car. Five minutes.”

He leaves her standing in the middle of the room, gaping like a fool, and exits through the front door.

“What the fuck was that about?”

Jude turns to see Locke, still somehow standing near her and ready to pick up where they left off. He moves to touch her but she steps sideways. He frowns.

Without another word, she flings the hat from her head and rushes to the front door to walk outside. It’s deserted and dark, with only the lights from the open windows bleeding into the lawn. There are cars parked everywhere, all of them empty. She files through them, her heart racing with nerves, until she finds Cardan leaning against his own, one leg propped up behind him against the back tire.

He’s so beautiful, sometimes it hurts to breathe. Jude stops feet away and simply stares, taking him in. He’s wearing his trademark black skinny jeans with a sheer, flowery top. He decided against an undershirt, so his skin underneath is on display. Through the ridiculous fabric, she can see his nipple rings gleaming in the moonlight. His black hair is artfully messy, and dark khol lines his eyes.

She wants nothing more than to ride him into oblivion, but she feels like what she wants isn’t in the cards. She trembles with anxious delight.

“Come here,” he orders and she obeys, closing the little distance between them.

Everything between them is pulled tight, just waiting for one of them to snap and break it.

Cardan opens the back door to the car, climbs in the back seat, and pulls Jude in after him, yanking the door closed behind her. She falls forward and lands across his lap. His already half-hard erection pokes into her stomach and she squirms. Immediately, he pins her down with his strong hand across her back. She stills under his touch.

“You’ve been so bad, Jude.”

His voice is laced with honey and violence, sugar and sin. Every bit of Jude thrums for him, waiting for his next move. His hand moves, skimming down her back and down to her ass, her thighs. He rubs her hot skin, just enough to tease. His fingers trail underneath her skirt, so close to her core, and she squirms again just to spite him.

It earns her a hard slap across the bottom of her ass cheek.

She yelps as it connects, stinging in the most painful, pleasing way. Her breath picks up and her face warms, her already tan skin turning cherry red.

“Be still, kitten,” Cardan says, rubbing the place he just smacked with his hand.

His fingers trail to her core again, ghosting across her pantyline. She can hardly breathe, itching and waiting for him to really touch her.

“I bet you liked it when Locke had his hands all over you, didn’t you?” Cardan asks, his touch turning possessive.

He cups her center, the tip of his finger pressing against her clit. Jude gasps at the touch, shifts her hips to get more pressure.

“Answer me,” he growls, adding the pressure she so desires. It takes all her effort not to cry out, to beg him to move her underwear and touch her how she wants.

“Yes,” she finally says.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”

Cardan removes her underwear and tosses them to the floorboards. The cool air of the car hits her center and she shivers. Her boyfriend leans down next to ear and bites her earlobe roughly, making her cry out.

“No one else is allowed to touch you, do you understand?” One of Cardan’s deliciously long fingers penetrates her, and she moans low. “You’re mine.”

He fingers her rough, curling his fingers and caressing the sweet spot inside her that makes Jude arch her back like a bow. His other hand presses her down the entire time, pinning her beneath him so she can’t twist in his grip. His touch is almost torture, but a bittersweet pain that she loves to hate.

Almost as soon as he begins, he stops. His wet fingers squeeze her thighs, and she keens, silently begging for more.

“What sort of punishment do you deserve, kitten?” Cardan asks, still tracing the skin along the back of her legs. She wants him to stop, wants him to keep going, wants him to touch her cunt until she’s screaming his name.

When she doesn’t answer, he clicks his tongue in disapproval. She fumbles for an answer.

“Anything, sir. Anything you see fit.”

In response, he lifts her skirt and flips it over her lower back. She can feel the heat of his eyes on her, the tension in the stale air of the car, his possessive grip on the back of her knee. She tingles in anticipation, almost giddy for what’s to come.

“Maybe a spanking will teach you to keep your hands to yourself.”

Jude’s body shifts as he lifts his hips. She turns her head to watch as Cardan removes his belt, the leather popping as it moves through the loops of his black jeans. He grins at her, a wicked turn of the lips that leaves her breathless, before leaning forward and grabbing her hands.

“Give me your safe word,” he says.

She lifts her eyes and swallows. “Mercy.”

“Don’t be afraid to use it.”

He wraps her hands in the belt, pulling it taut before securing it. Jude tries to loosen her hands but can’t, so she grabs the handle of the car door and holds tight. Her hands shake in anticipation, her heart pounds with pure adrenaline.

“How does 25 sound?” Jude nods her head, ready to submit.

“Count for me, kitten.”

The first hit to her bare backside sets off electricity in her veins. Everything inside her body sings as she gasps at the sensation. She almost smiles at the sting, at the release of all the tension she’s been holding.

“One,” she breathes.

Another blow lands on her other cheek, much harder than the last. She counts, and Cardan hits - over and over. Each hit stings a little worse, her skin turning pink and growing raw. Everything inside Jude’s mind clears and she feels nothing but this. She’s only the bite of his hand, the surprise of each blow, the sweet pain that blossoms across her skin. Each hit brings a wave of pleasure with the hurt, and she can feel herself getting wetter as time goes by.

When he hits the top of her thigh, right where her ass ends, she moans. When he lands a particularly hard slap and his fingers graze her cunt, she almost screams. She yanks at her restraint, desperate for some kind of relief, but comes up short. She wants to beg him to stop, beg him to spank her until his hand goes numb, beg him to fuck her until she doesn’t even know her own name.

Jude has never been religious, never one to believe in any higher power. But when she’s underneath Cardan’s hand, in his lap, choking with his fingers around her throat, Cardan is her God. He is everything - the thing that keeps her grounded, the one anchor that holds her together, that makes her feel like she has a purpose. He is her religion and her church, and she’ll bend her knees to him every time.

When she gasps out the number on the twentieth hit, her eyes begin to fill with tears. Her emotions run wild, clawing at her throat and threatening to release. Cardan’s hands move from her ass and dance along her inner thighs, and he hums when he feels her desire sliding down her skin. She can feel his own pleasure underneath her, his cock straining against the inside of his jeans.

Two fingers enter her, and Jude chokes. He is relentless with his ministrations, driving her to insanity. Cardan’s other hand swats at her backside as he touches her, and she sobs, hot tears finally falling from her eyes. Everything inside her breaks in the most beautiful way, so much emotion, pleasure, and desire deep in her bones that it’s the only way she can release it.

Cardan pulls free and she whimpers, the feeling of his fingers gone and leaving her empty. She wiggles her ass, but rather than slap one of the cheeks, he pushes them both up with one hand and lands a heavy blow on her cunt.

Jude screams, the pain sweet and raw and breathtaking. She wants him to do it again so badly she can’t think straight.

“When I tell you to count, do it.” Cardan’s voice is low, laced with venom.

It’s only then that she remembers she missed one, his skilled fingers distracting her and making her forget. The submissive side of her is ashamed, wanting so badly to please Cardan. The other side wants to forget again just to feel the sweet sting of his palm on her clit.

“Twenty-one, sir.”

“Good kitten.”

Jude almost purrs at the praise, and then another hard smack hits the swell of her ass and she whines instead.

Three more breathtaking blows land on her backside, the last number leaving her throat in a shaky cry. She feels like she’s floating on a cloud, high above the scene playing out in the back seat of Cardan’s car. Instead of on leather seats, she’s in heaven with her favorite boy’s hands cradling her ass and leaving red imprints in their wake. She trembles in his touch, the pain settling into more of an ache as the impacts stop.

Every inch of her skin is on fire, liquid heat bubbling in her veins. She’s out of touch when soft hands grab her fingers and pry them from the door handle. Then, those same hands clutch her waist and turn her over so her back hits the seat. She tries to open her eyes but can’t. She’s too overwhelmed, too overstimulated.

“You were so good,” Cardan murmurs, his breath warming her lips as he hovers over her.

Jude wants to look into his eyes, the steamy black of his gaze, but everything is too heavy, too warm. She tries to move her arms but remembers her restraints and whines. Cardan chuckles, and she feels him shift to take the belt off.

Lips touch her wrists when the belt is untied, kissing away any pain that was there.

“How about a reward for being such a good girl?” Cardan asks.

A featherlight touch grazes her center and once again, Jude is on fire, overstimulated, inundated.

“You’re so wet, all for me,” Cardan breathes into her mouth before finally, finally, kissing her.

Jude relents to his good graces, lets herself be completely consumed by him. He isn’t shy or careful, kissing her filthy and thoroughly. His fingers play with her while his tongue searches her mouth and his teeth nip at her lip.

“Did my hand do that to you? You’re filthy, kitten,” he says, and Jude shivers.

“Cardan, please,” she moans, bucking against the hand that’s still touching her, still torturing her by circling her clit with slow and steady motions.

“Please what?” he teases.

She doesn’t even know what she’s begging for - all she knows is that if he doesn’t do something soon, she’s going to lose herself. His slow fingers grazing her, just barely there, is driving her to madness.

He starts trailing kisses down her neck, her breasts, her stomach until he’s hovering over her core. Jude finally manages to open her eyes long enough to see him staring directly back at her, his eyes hungry.

He’s going to devour her. She can’t wait.

He licks at her, a fat solid stripe right down her center, and everything in Jude’s brain short circuits.

“You can touch,” Cardan says, his voice muffled as he tastes her again. She doesn’t hesitate.

Her hands grab his hair and yank, earning a moan of her own from her boyfriend’s mouth. He dives in, not bothering to come up for air as he licks at her. Jude is delirious with pleasure, and when Cardan’s nails drag down the raw skin of her freshly beaten ass, her moan could rattle the windows. She burns and writhes and cries, everything beginning to build at the base of her spine.

His teeth nip at her. His tongue teases her. She pulls his hair and drags him closer, so close she isn’t sure how he breathes. He might be the one in control, but at this moment, she holds the remote. Everything happening is about her - her pleasure, her release.

But during these moments, when Cardan is in control, her release is in his hands. Which is why, when she feels like she can’t keep it at bay any longer, she begs.

“Please, sir. Let me come.”

Cardan curls his fingers, grazing a spot inside her that takes her breath away, and she fights the urge to come undone immediately, to disobey one of his only wishes. Never come without my permission.

“Now, Jude.”

Jude comes alive like a firecracker exploding in the sky. Everything releases, and she rides Cardan’s mouth through all of it. She’s so loud it should be embarrassing, but she doesn’t care. She doesn’t have any room inside herself for anything other than Cardan’s tongue, his hands, and his controlling voice finally telling her she can let go.

The aftershocks ebb and then die. Cardan lifts himself up and kisses her again, her own bitter taste on his tongue making her groan into his mouth. She’s just been eaten alive, her ass beaten until it’s red but she still craves more, more, more. It’s the same since she first met him all those years ago, when his name ran through her mind like a refrain: Cardan, Cardan, Cardan, Cardan.

“That’s my girl,” he mutters. “I love you, Jude.”

She mumbles the words back, finally able to open her eyes and look back at him, and Cardan merely laughs softly. Everything is heavy and warm, and she hurts in the best way possible.

“Let’s go home,” he says. “Will you be alright until we get there?”

Jude nods, and together they climb into the front seat. Their long limbs tangle together, making them giggle, until they’re settled and ready. Cardan starts the car, then reaches over and grabs her hand across the center console, squeezing her fingers. Jude smiles at him, which he returns. These soft moments after their scenes are what Jude lives for - easy smiles after hard looks, soft hands held tight that once caused pain; it all mixes together into something like home.

They pull out of the yard and onto the road. Streetlights flicker as they drive past, casting yellow light through the windows. In the darkness of the car, with nothing but the weight of Cardan’s hand in hers, Jude falls asleep against the window thinking of the sweet punishment she is sure to inflict on Cardan soon enough.

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