Schrodinger’s Stockholm
Part two to the (willfully) kidnapped!reader. I hope yall enjoy.
John thought you’d put up more of a fight, especially when you found yourself without your phone (which Kyle had taken the liberty of turning off and cancelling with your provider “Yes, she needs to cancel her plan… No, she doesn’t want an upgrade. Can you please just cancel the plan?”)
Everyone expected a different outcome. Maybe you screamed and flailed and fought them. What they didn’t expect was to wake up to you cooking them eggs and biscuits and gravy.
“Oh! I was wondering who… brought me on this forced vacation,” You dance around their actual crime, not wanting to give it that title.
They all look at you like you grew an extra head. Most people would be freaking out or trying to find a way to escape. But you seem to have the windows open and letting in fresh air while you check on your American biscuits, the sausage gravy bubbling on the stove.
“Are you… okay?” Kyle walked forward, a hand outstretched and an arm open. He was always the best at disarming people… He was who they usually sent to get in with their target.
“Yeah, I’m great. Woke up warm for the first time in months, and there’s actually food in the fridge, not just mustard and mayonnaise. And you have actual butter! I have bread rising in the bowl, cause I noticed you were low. You guys should really keep a sourdough starter. It’s cheaper than buying bread. A little time-consuming, but cheaper,” You rattle off, looking in amazement at the warm cabin in the middle of the British woods. This is so much better than your crappy apartment.
“You… you didn’t have heat?” John looks surprised, his brows furrowed, “All U.K. apartment buildings are supposed to have some form of heat, especially for the cold months.”
“Oh, my building was a ‘historical site’ so they had that excuse to not update anything. And they had radiators, which is way more unreliable than your central heating. A consistent, nice 22 degrees (about 72 degrees Fahrenheit)? It’s so nice. I never want to leave. And you have proper food! Oh!” You seemed to not think it was such a big deal to them that your living conditions were… about as shitty as they come for an apartment.
“Historical site? When was it built?” Simon asks, confused as to what that would entail.
“Well, a relatively new one. Built in the 1940s, so all the electricity was wrapped in paper and there was no central heat. We had plumbing but we’ve had indoor plumbing since the time of the Romans, ya know? I had an outlet catch fire once! Literally smoldering in the wall. And my landlord said it was my toaster!” You laugh, “Can you believe it!” You laugh and continue to make breakfast.
“1940s? Isn’t that…?”
“Yeah. Single pane windows, radiators, rusted plumbing by now, and paper wrapped electric wiring, cause they hadn’t figured out a better insulator at the time,” John murmurs to one of his men who asked the question, “It checks out.”
“How did we not know about it?”
“I have no idea.”
“Oh! And my landlord wanted to charge me a hundred dollars more, just to move me into a shittier apartment with just painted subflooring! No real flooring! Insane…” You continue ranting, taking the biscuits out the oven and starting to plate them, pouring the thick gravy over it.
All the men just look at each other and nod, seeing you move around their kitchen like it's your own.
She’ll do good here. We made the right choice.
Author’s Cup of Tea: Sorry this is so short! I do think that willfully kidnapped!reader could continue, but I’m going to leave that up to you guys. If you want to see more of this reader, send in requests with willfully kidnapped in the ask! I am always taking requests!
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