#anyways i thought i had to go to the court house today so i drove out like half an hour

[todayisafridaynight]

did some dumb shit today and immediately thought of my favorite quote to cope

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

Mirth's Ebenezer: Part 15

A/N: One day I will update my masterlist. Today is not that day😅 This is also unedited LOL

Warnings: betrayal, fleeing from danger, reference to guns, depictions of guns, reference to past violence, reference to past threats, threats, reference to violence/on-going battles…I think that’s it?

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Superhero ground their teeth. Their head pounded miserably and they were certain a permanent scowl had etched itself upon their face. One thought kept pestering their exhausted mind, a constant nag that picked at them until their memories bled before their unseeing eyes. They’d called for back-up. They’d explained the desperate situation they were in but help hadn’t come.

“Here we are,” Baron said, breaking Superhero from his thoughts. “Home sweet home…for now, anyway.”

Even his usual smarminess had given way to a bland exhaustion the farther he drove into the countryside. They’d driven for so long, Superhero had wondered briefly if Baron was actually working with Supervillain and taking them hostage. The concern eventually faded, as did the ready twitch of their fingers around the grip of their rifle stood between their legs, ready if need be as the threat of pursuers and betrayers hung thick in the air.

In the backseat, Mirth finally stirred at Baron’s statement. Superhero hadn’t been able to tell if she’d actually fallen asleep or if she was merely resting her eyes, fighting a mental battle of her own. Baron hadn’t said anything either, though Superhero had noticed his eyes were on Mirth in the rear view mirror almost as much as they were on the road.

“Wherearewe?” she mumbled, blinking and swiveling her head around.

Superhero watched as the dense forestland on either side of the gravel road forked up ahead.

“Somewhere Supervillain won’t find us,” Baron replied, directing the car down the left side of the fork. “Or at least, that’s my hope.”

“Who else knows about this place?” Superhero questioned. Eyeing their surroundings from beneath furrowed brows, they found themselves believing Baron when he said that no one did. He was the only one who knew the place he was taking them to.

“And technically speaking,” Baron added as the car turned down a path that was hardly wide enough for Superhero’s SUV to fit down. Already Superhero imaged the scratches in the paint, left behind by the spindly branches and thorny bushes on either side of the decidedly not a driveway as Baron defended himself for their unspoken skepticism. “This cabin doesn’t even exist.”

“So you’ve been committing tax fraud too?”

“Obviously,” the criminal nearly snarled. “How else was I supposed to keep this place a secret? Buy the land, pay property taxes, apply for building permits? Everyone knows that information’s public information.”

“All I’m saying is that the safe house Whitemire and the court set us up with wasn’t supposed to be found either,” Superhero sighed. “I think we all just need to rest and regroup, then maybe—”

“Can we skip the ‘maybe’ part for now and just stick with the ‘rest and regroup’ bit?” Mirth’s strained voice interrupted from the backseat. “I really don’t want to talk about any of this right now, unless we’re going to talk about what sort of sleeping arrangements and the plumbing situation at this cabin of yours is, Baron.”

Superhero caught Baron’s eye before his gaze flicked to Mirth in the rear view mirror. “It’s got septic and well, and as for the sleeping arrangements…there’s only one bed.”

***

Baron didn’t dare look at Superhero as the stiff silence was broken by their scoff. Keeping their focus on winding the truck down the correct paths, as he’d carved a maze of them through this stretch of the forest to ensure no one ever found his cabin. And he certainly hadn’t ever considered the fact that he might bring people here one day. This was supposed to be his last resort hideaway if things ever went south.

“In my defense, I never planned on bringing people here,” he muttered. Shaking his head to clear the irritated clouds from his mind, Baron said, “We’ll just take turns sleeping, that’s all there is to it. Beside, it’s probably a good idea to keep a watch anyway. Just in case.”

Neither hero argued. It wasn’t a surprise to him that Mirth hadn’t, but what him raising his brows was the fact that Superhero hadn’t. But there wasn’t any time to figure out why. The final marker he’d hidden in the trees pointed the way down the last turn before they were pulling up to the plain log cabin.

“Home at last,” Baron said lightly, attempting to steer their moods toward something not so grim.

“I’ll take first watch,” Superhero said decisively. “You and Mirth should—”

“Mirth, you can take the bed. I’ll stay up and stand watch too,” Baron interrupted, catching Superhero’s eye as he put the car in park. “There’re a few security details we should go over so you’re not surprised.”

“Fine.”

Silently, the three of them hauled themselves out of the truck and grabbed their scant belongings. Baron relinquished the SUV’s keys to Superhero, cringing at the scowl etched onto their face. He made quick work of leaving them and Mirth behind to unlock the cabin. Letting the door swing open, he let Mirth and Superhero enter first flicking the light on behind them and closing the door firmly as they all lingered in the entryway.

Nodding toward the hallway across the way, Baron said, “The bedroom’s that way. It should be in pretty decent shape. I tried to keep this place from becoming unkept. If not, the cleaning supplies are under the kitchen sink.”

“Thanks,” Mirth said quietly. “Are you two sure you’re—”

“Get some rest, Mirth. That’s an order,” Sueprhero grumbled. “You need it after using your power so much.”

Mirth nodded. Her head hung as she turned and silently made her way toward the sole bedroom. Baron glanced between the pair as Mirth retreated. Superhero didn’t even look at him until a few seconds had passed after they heard the bedroom door squeak closed again.

“I’ve never seen her like this,” they said at last. “I’m worried about her.”

“That’s saying something,” Baron agreed. “I was already concerned, but now I’m really worried. You don’t seem the type to get anxious easily.”

“I think she’s right. There has to be two moles, or at least one and another victim of extortion.”

“So that’s it, then?” Baron hissed, “You’re just going to say you’re concerned about Mirth and then move on to the case at hand?”

“What do you want me to do, Baron? There’s nothing either of us can do for Mirth right now. When she’s ready, she’ll open up.”

Baron crossed his arms over his chest. “All right, then. What are we supposed to do now?”

“Figure out how Supervillian knew where we were and who the leaked the holiday schedule, because as far as I know no one in the court system should’ve known that schedule and, to my knowledge, no one in the Agency should’ve known the about the safe house, as that’s all handled by the court.”

Baron blew out a breath and flopped down on the couch. “So, there really are two moles. Huh. I guess the heroes really are lacking morality.”

Superhero scoffed, dropping in the armchair across from them. “Neither of us can talk about morality without throwing stones in our glass houses, but at least we’re not Supervillain.”

“At least there’s that,” Baron agreed, his mind turning with Superhero’s suspicions and what it could mean for the battle ahead if they proved to be right.

“We’re gonna need more fire power if we want to take down Supervillain,” he said absently.

“Or one weak link…” Superhero said thoughtfully.

*

Meanwhile, at the Agency:

Total chaos reigned. Superhero’s call for aid had gone unanswered as Supervillain’s forces swarmed both the court and the Agency’s offices, dividing the heroes beyond their abilities in the fight for their very survival.

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[lunarsilkscreen]

"Just How many swaps do *you* own?"

"I'm not wrong",

"No, just a hypocrite."

This exchange in "The Big Short" is an important one. Because it shows what industry professionals thought about the swaps on the housing market.

Remember, in the movie, Burry said "I'm going to find a Bank that will make me one, and then I'm going to buy it." This implies that they were a tool that did not exist prior to this.

Well they did exist in some form. But that's not the topic today.

The rating industries, and many other professionals, wholly believed that it was these instruments *themselves* that caused the housing bubble to burst.

They believed that because they didn't even know that financial tools like that existed in the first place and that was the easiest thing to blame. Georgia Hale is depicted in the movie as just having her eyes dilated and wearing blinders to represent just how "blinded" the agencies were.

The implication is that the blinders were bought and paid for.

But it's not really depicted that they actually thought they were correct. Just like the bankers in the beginning (We'll happily take your money Dr. Burry) or when whomstever says "I will sell you all the double AA tranche you want".

They happily took that bet, because they were educated and believed it to be a relatively safe bet.

But it's not the blinders that were bought and paid for.

OK maybe they were a little bit, considering. But I will not alleged criminal activity, because I can't prove it in court. I will however call out D*-moves when I see them.

The reason I believe they thought this was because they were not fully educated themselves in these financial tools, financial products, and were not fully aware of the ramifications that come from backing them.

Like statisticians, they were min/maxing numbers. Like in the movie Moneyball, every other team was chasing data in much the same way. There was data being overlooked by most of the industry however, which when anybody, like Peter Brand, brought up that data, they were told to "Shut up and Color".

"TRUST THE SYSTEM"

"TRUST THE PROCESS"

It was developed by smart people in middle-management. So these loosely defined guidelines should be followed *rigidly*.

The question Georgia probably asked herself multiple times since is "Why was S&P on the other side of that bet, instead of neutral?"

In baseball's case, it was because the data they were looking at was how players drove ticket sales and merchandising. And the A's had the Luxury to look past that as they couldn't afford s* anyway.

[wtd28]

a thought occurred to me the other day. i would like to recount it to maintain the memory.

when my grandmother passed at the stunning age of 95, it both did and did not catch me by surprise. my dad, her son and youngest, and my mom, being the POAs and the only ones to give a shit outside of her church group and one of my aunts - my dad's sister - for several years prior, saw it coming. at 5:14am on a thursday my dad called me, and being that i am an insomniac, i answered. he said, "i guess you know why i'm calling."

"yeah. what's the next step?"

"we will let you know later today."

i went to work and did my thing. i didn't feel much outside of a vague sense of sorrow that she passed, but she had been in bad shape anyway so it was to be expected. all my coworkers were very kind and offered sympathy, which i felt i did not deserve because i felt no grief, just a sense of duty. they all asked if i needed to leave early, to which i declined and said there was no need because the overlap of my days off worked out just fine. later that day, i bought a handle of gin for when i was in the hotel room and drove the four hours there. memama, which is how we called her, desired a funeral where we all wore a champagne pink, rosé wine, blush colored piece at the event because it was her favorite color. the last time i saw her at the old folks' home she was still wearing pink. i own exactly one thing in pink so i wore it and my parents definitely appreciated it. we ordered pizza the night before.

day of. good aunt and uncle and my family hung out in memama's house. it was built by hand by my granddad in the early 60s. it still has that style to this day. an electric piano with nicotine yellow stained keys and a dusty 8-track stereo sat adjacent to a low television with carpeting on the speakers. as a kid, i would watch tv on it and watch the static lift the hair on my arms whenever i would touch the screen. if it worked and didn't weigh a metric ton i would have asked to keep it. instead, i got her collection of 8-tracks and cassettes.

the funeral was held in the same church where my parents got married over 30 years ago. from her house, it is down a steep hill, up another steep hill, toward the end of the address where a piss yellow painted brick mechanic / oil shop sits on the right and a log and tarp store of secondhand items lies to the left. go straight on past shoebox stucco houses older than me and no larger than an apartment living room bracket the road on both sides until you reach the church. it's typical baptist fare - brick build, rectangular with a small outcropping and a basketball court that my dad went and played on to mitigate his horrible cloying grief after his own dad died not a month before he and my mom got married, and that's where my memama had her final service in this life.

it is cosmically funny that the only people to sob and sniffle were the ones who barely gave a shit while she was alive, if not made her life harder. she was very kind and naive, and people around her took advantage of that like razor-teethed river fish against the pond cleaner.

it was closed casket, thank goodness. the spray of flowers were majority sent by my dad's work associates. there were at least twelve, and ten, maybe eleven, were sent by them, all in various shades of pink, purple, and yellow, with fresh and lively green stems and leaves. they stood in stark contrast to the almost burnt colored oak of all the bland furnishings and pews.

i have a shit extended family, but i will give one of my stupid cousins credit. one of my aunts, for some ungodly reason, lifted the casket open to peer at her mother in death, probably for sympathy points. she is... a character. well, she did that and turned to my cousin, her daughter, and said, "she looks so peaceful now," and my cousin guffawed and went, "mom, she looks like a corpse." which was true. i think her final weight at the end was in the eighty pound range. what fucking else is a wasted away elderly dead woman supposed to look like?

my dad and i did not cry, my sister and mother got sniffles and wept. people who did not matter or have any say about anything or have any attachment to us were sobbing like they had any leverage for anything. fuck em. holed up in the rusting sky blue trailer on the hill where i remember playing with a raccoon named rusty when i was a kid. they mean jack shit to me.

pre-service, i took a bible and read translation notes. the cousin who made a comment on my grandma's corpse nudged me and said it looked like i was studying. in a way, i was. i was studiously avoiding eye contact by skimming the segments in the old testament. jeremiah. matthew. segments of kindness toward your fellow man, followed up in quick succession by how your fellow man will be put upon the holy block and judged. i hate all religion, but i am simultaneously soothed by it because i know even back when people walked barefoot in the deserts and mountains, kindness still existed.

noon: service starts. my mom scolds me with her teeth showing to put the bible away, and that i can't draw during service. i wasn't planning on drawing, but because i had a pen in hand, that is the assumption. whatever, what fucking ever.

for two hours the service proceeds. the pastor has to be younger than i am. he recounts visiting my grandma during her final week, where she says for him to read a bible verse about kindness towards one another, about care and love, and being surrounded by people. my dad helped facilitate this. he knows the pastor well. people are crying around me. i stare at my left foot, crossed over the ankle with the right, clad in old tights, one flat shoe dangling. i don't cry.

the piano player fucking sucks, or maybe the piano itself sucks, because i hate the music. electric organ bullshit. i don't cry for the entire service. people send me condolences and ask for hugs. i don't know you fucking people, but i hug them and thank them anyway. i'm sweating in this knit pink sweater, black pencil skirt and wool tights. the spray of flowers atop my grandmother's glittering blush pink casket, like it'll explode to life in a shower of sparkles, sits between us all. i hate everyone here, even though i don't know the half of them.

the meeting after is so much more fucking bearable. everyone peeled out as best as they could. it was weird hugging my sobbing extended family members while i basically gave a "yeah yeah" and tried not to shoo them off. do not touch me. the saving grace of it all was hanging out alongside my dad and his friend since elementary school. it is entirely possible to laugh after a funeral. watching my dad and his friend try desperately not to curse inside a church sanctuary as they recounted boyhood stories made me have to choke back laughter behind my plastic cup of water. i really am his kid. nobody else was smiling. but i understand him and his friend. many things are beyond our control. so we must appreciate the experiences we have been given.

we shake hands with the pastor. the service was lovely, it really was, so i thank him with a double-clasped handshake. we pile into the truck, me being the shortest having to jump up and use the side rails.

my sister and i barter with my parents to go to a bar to cap it off. we eat pizza and mozzarella sticks. my dad and i enjoy the ambience of ozzy and metallica. my sister and i sleep in silence and wake up at 6am to go back home. we stop at a bp station for gas and coffee and then by the local liquor store.

she goes home. i go home. life has continued. my dad, upon going down the hill from the cove after the funeral, he commented, "i'm glad i'll never be obligated to go back to this fucking place again."

[bts-trash-blog]

Best Of Us

Chapter 8: Focus

Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn't help but end up falling.

Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader

Warning: A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.

An(IMPORTANT...kinda of lol): Hello my sweets! I just wanted to give you all a heads up that I will be closing the Tag list after I realize Chapter Ten, just for a bit it will open back up eventually its just getting be to much to keep up with at the momment! So defiently keep an eyes out in the next couple of weeks of the tag list closing and when it should open back up if that makes senses lol. Also I was woundering if you guys would like to talk about the story togthers after each chapter? Like a reading party where you guys send in your thoughts and I will respound to as many, if not all of the replys, asks and anons! Defeintly tell my your thoughts on that if you fine it intresting or not! I hope you like this chapter, it’s most defitnly on the long side compared to the perivous chapters, and they only seem to keep getting longer lol. Anyway have a great day, and I hope you enjoy reading!!!

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God you were crazy,you had to be.

The way the air caught your breath as you wandered outside had you memorized, no matter what age you were the cold always fascinated you. It was memories of the snow days your father would pull you out of bed for, hands on your hips as he lifted you off the ground and caught snowflakes. Or the way you watched your mother fall to the ground to make snow angels  how your father as you and your cousin had run around the snow, would catch your mother and spin her around. Their joint laughter had made you freeze eyes casting over seeing your mothers bright smile as your father peppers kisses across her cheeks, as you stood frozen your older cousin shoved a snowball in your face. The burn of your cold nose now having you reach up and rub, the overly large sweater that wraps warmth around you faintly smells of your mother. She had grown worried as days passed and you sat in your room, nesting, trying to get the paperwork done that the ‘sweet handsome Alpha’, Jin, had dropped off. You had yet to confined to your mother what was spiralling with your internship, your college professor none the wiser during your call on Wednesday. His voice filled with joy as he spoke of the email that Yoongi had sent him, encouraging your professor to give you the next couple of weeks off for class since he believes that this supposive internship was turning into a real opportunity for you. It drove you insane on how fast he was to jump, assume. Though you would do that same, you think.

The sound of someone talking on the phone had your mind racing back to the real world, eyes looking around, the tall glass building on the other side of the road. The way the sun reflected off of the glass shook you to the core, imagining Yoongi sitting at his desk, dark brown almost black hair falling into his eyes, the stupid look on Hoseok face when he constrates on the computer screen in front of him. The scent, the combined scent of the three of them, the same one you smelt the night that your world flipped, coursing through your head, the idea a lone had your stumbling over your own feet.Taking a deep breath, the sound of some teenagers laughing had you looking to the side, three girls, Beta, were walking next to one another, looks over worry and even on of disgust caught your eyes it had you cowering, rushing the the cafe door. As you entered, you saw cotton candy pink hair, the large round cheeks as Jimin called your name, it had you smiling as the boy left the counter moving to gester for you to sit making you straighten up as you do.

“You’re hair..is..uh pink.” he giggles as he sits in front of you, hearing the Beta from before chuckle as he shakes his head, his hair tossing side to side as he smiles brightly at you.

“Very, I’ve been wondering when I’d see you, thoses Alphas and their Omega come having been coming for the past three days, asking if you’ve shown up.”  He wiggled his eyebrows as you bow your head, hair falling, covering your face as you take a deep breath and shrug. “Never thought they’d like another Omega besides Joon.” His words caught your attention as you look at him with a head tilt, “Namjoon is a friend of mine.”

“Oh cool, didn’t know you were close to any of them.” Jimin awkwardly nods as he huffs and takes a breath.

“So are you gonna stay?” His question made your heart stop, chest tighten, the air catching in your throat as you seem to choke on it. Coughing as he moves forward, hand resting on yours as he looks you in the eye. Safe. You are safe. “It..it’s okay if you don’t. Seriously, I..I don’t know how it feels for a trip to want to court you, let alone a thrio who all think you are already theirs, especially that possessive Namjoon.” His words go from serious tone to a teasing, his smile falling back on his face as his thumb rubs up and down your hand as you look at him. “Namjoon is probably more possessive then any Alpha I’ve met, and both of my parents are Alphas and so are my brothers, and my little sister who just presented is an Alpha. None of them are as possessive as our tall sweet Namjoon.” His words were rambled, eyes blinking, slowly looking away from your face, your own eyes widening.

“The only Omega in a whole litter?” You wonder aloud, making him nod slowly as his hand moves away from you, making your skin freeze as you take a deep breath. “Sorry that was blunt.”

“It’s fine, i’m used to it, being the only Omega out of five is odd, especially when the other four are Alphas.” His words had your nodding slowly as he cleared his throat and smiled back at you. “Being the only Omega was pretty handy though, got whatever the fuck I wanted. But back to what I was saying, the fact that Namjoon is willing to share his boys, and love you is pretty amazing to me if I’m being honest. So whatever you choose I’m gonna say it, he’s gonna be protective of you either way.” You nod at his words, his body moving up and out of the chair as he smiles at you and looks to his watch. “Well they should be showing up in twenty mintiues, think you’re gonna stay today?”

“I’m not sure yet.”He nods as he smiles as he places a hand on your shoulder, his forehead nuding your temple making your body relax as you take a deep breath and sigh. Hand moving to grab our phone, a text from Bambam had you swiping it open.His text had your heart pounding, cheeks growing red as your body grew hot it made you slowly blink as you took a deep breath in.

BamBam: So I am now a marked Omega, bounded.

Y/n: OMG I’m so happy for you Bammie, definitely need to see it next time we meet up.

BamBam: We’ll no shit, who else am I gonna show it too? My mother?

Y/n: I mean maybe?

BamBam: My mother will cry and tell me to stop growing up, then ask me about pups in the next sentence.

You let out a snort at his text, shaking your head as you place your phone back into your pocket, the feeling of eyes on you had the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Your body tense as you move to keep your eyes down, moving your hands to grab a sugar packet as Jimin walks back up to you, a caramel macchiato in hand as you smile at him.”On the house.” Nodding you move to take a sip of it, meeting his eyes as he gives you his large smile. The ring of the door opening had Jimin moving back behind the counter, the smell of Alpha musk head cowering as you constarat on your drink, hoping that the Alpha wouldn't notice you, or would just ignore you. Yet you didn’t seem that lucky as you felt eyes on you, the sound of the deep voice ordering a coffee to stay has you shuffling your phone out of your pocket hoping that if you were on your phone he’d leave you alone. That he’d ignore you in some way. But luck never seems to be on your side.

Looking up when you hear the slide of a chair in front of you, you see brown eyes with black hair falling in his eyes as he gives you a smile as you look back down your phone. Body slightly cluring in one itself as you took another sip of your coffee. Healing the Alpha now sitting in front of your clear his throat, a growl rumbling with it had your body tensing, hand squeezing the cup making some of the coffee drip out of the straw as you look up at him. His smirk had only grown at your reaction, his body leaning forward as you take a deep breath in and lean back. A napkin being grabbed as you try to whip away at the croffe from the table. His eyes follow your hand as you take a deep breath in as he lets out a grunt  as he rolls his lip between his teeth as he slaps his hand on the table.

“So pretty Omega, what are you doing here all alone?” His voice was a force smooth, his eyes gleaming at you as he leaned further, closer to you. Taking in a breath, your scent as his lips part and he smirks brightly at you. “I asked you a question.” He growled, making you jump your eyes closing as you take a deep breath.

“I’m waiting for someone.” Your words were sharp, quiet to the point as you started to take deep breaths again and again. Trying to compose yourself, to calm yourself down.

“Well how about I keep you some company till they show up...or you could just leave with me.” He pauses as he takes another deep breath in, your place you cup down letting out breaths again and again. Go away, leave me alone. You want to say, to scream it out like you had like last time. But the three men had made you cower, made you want to shy away from people around you. Your courage closed off.  “Smell delicious little girl.” His words had your chest tightening as you stood up, leaving your cup behind as you rushed to the door, wanting, needing to run across the street, wanting to hide behind Hoseok as Yoongi chewed this Alpha a new one. You want them. “Hey get back here, I’m not done talking to you.” The Alpha tone had both you and Jimin whinine, your body freezing before the glass door. Three figures moving across the street had you whining as you heard the Beta manger growl,  “Turn around.” You felt your knees shake, wanting to fight his command you whimper as you almost fall. “Now come here, and shut it beta I’m with my Omega.” his words felt wrong, gave you a nasty taste in your mouth as you shake your head at the Beta who let out a whine at the Alphas tone. Jimin cowering behind him as you felt your feet stumble forward, knees buckling as he growls when you weren’t moving quick enough for his liking. “I don’t have all day, now come.” You omega rushed forward wanting to stay safe to listen to the campand as you felt your neck stretch out as he chuckles and patts your cheek “That's a good girl.” His words were full of nothing but humiliation as you let out a whine, bowling lower as the door opens, the sound of a gaspe as the smell of sweet vanilla with firewood mixing with peaches had your heart slow as you hear a deep growl, mixing with another and whine hidden between the two.

“What the fuck is going on?” Hoseok. Your eyes close as you hear the Alpha in front of your growl as he scoffs at the trio.

“None of your business is just punishing a disrespectful Omega is all.” His words held a smirk, the tone and the words had you letting out a whimper, the sound had a hand resting on your shoulder, physical contact. Hoseok touch was familiar being the only Alpha out of two that has truly touched you in any way. And yet it makes you flinch slightly as your eyes peek up at him, his warm brown eyes looking down at you nodding behind him making you stand rushing backwards till hands were around your waist. Twirling your around, back facing away from the two as you hear growling making your grip the top beneath the palm of yours hands as you take a deep breath in.

“That Omega is ours, not yours.” Hoseok's words in any other time would’ve made your huff and roll your eyes, dismiss the man and walk away but Yoongi scent of freshly burning firewood with pine had your nuzzling closer. As close as you could get with clothes on.

“Focus on me.” His voice was soft, breathy against your ear, Yoongi's hand falling to your lower back, another slightly larger than Yoongi's hand pressed against the back of your head making you look up and peak seeing Namjoons cold eyes staring past your head. His fingers lace your hair between them as he moves closer, pressing himself flesh against Yoongi's back making the Alpha purr, his cheek rubbing against your neck as you take another deep breath. Trying to shake the Alpha command away from your mind, wanting to breathe, needing to focus. You hear the Alpha chuckle, as Hoseok growls once again.

“Well shit I’m sorry, she just doesn't have a mark let alone a scent mark. She a good fuck? I haven't tried an Omega yet...would you mind sharing for a fresh Alpha?” His words had the chest you were pressed against rumble with a growl, suddenly the sound of skin hitting skin with a grunt and a growl had you jumping as Yoongi twirl you around, your back against Namjoons chest. The omegas hand sliding across your waist holding you to him as Yoongi pulls back making you shake your head and whine as he pulls back his cold brown eyes staring at you as he cups your cheek and presses his forehead against your. “What the fuck? You fuck-” His words were cut off with another sound as a chair scraps against the floor, you hear Jimin whine making your eyes snap over tot he pink haird Omega for a split second, clinging to the back of the Beta who had his eyes wide watching the scen unfold, making you look back to Yoongi then Behind his head. Seeing the Alpha on the ground eyes closed as Hoseok shook his head out, shoulders moving with every single breath he took. Hands on your cheeks had your eyes snapping back to your focus. Yoongi.

“Hey, hey Y/n focus on me.” Your eyes watch his, the way his eyes never move away from your face, how his eyebrows furrowed together, and the way the tips of his ears were a bright red. His hair was slicked back slightly, forehead on show the collar of his shirt was messed up slightly from the coat he probably had thrown on while the three left the office. His tie was a maroon color, resting against an off white top from the feel of it was silk that was tucked into his pants. Your eyes catching the dull looking shoes from the day you had split coffee on, it head your cheek going red as his thumb rubs against your cheekbone having your eyes snap back up to his. “Breath with me, focus on me.” You nod slowly, breathing slowly down as you feel Namjoons nose running up and down your neck, scenting you slightly as his nose rubs over your scent gland each time. It had your body vibrate as Yoongi rubs slightly under your eye as he smiled softly at you as you tried to smile back in the moment you finally realized that tears that were falling down as you took a shaky breath in.

“Is she okay?” You hear hoseok ask making you look to see his warm eyes looking at you as you feel yoongi leave you completely making you whine as Namjoon tightens his grip around you calming you down as Yoongi takes Hoseok's hand. His thumb rubbing over his knuckles as Hoseok's eyes leave yours back to Yoongis as you watch the taller Alpha bump his forehead against Yoongis making him look up and huff.

“Just had to punch him.” Yoongi says softly, his head shaking as Hoseok chuckled softly as he looked at you as Yoongi rolled his eyes once again,hearing the groaning boy behind them, Hoseok turned and growled making the Alpha flinch as he whips his lip and huffs.

“Asshole, I hate new Alphas.” Hoseok's words had Yoongi nodding in agreement when pink hair caught your eyes as Jimin moved closer rmaking you pull from Namjoon as Jimin came closer. Jimins small frame pressing itself into you as you take a deep breath as you see the Beta talking on the phone.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry I couldn't do anything once that ton-” You cut Jimin off with a shake of your head as you grip his arm and give him a half smile.

“I get it.” You whisper as Jimin slowly nods, sighing as he looks behind you, namjoons eyes already on the pair of you as Hoseok and Yoogi get pulled to the counter taking the phone from the Beta. “Who..what is the betas name?”

“Oh thats Taehyung, he he was protecting me I’m sorry he just didn-”

“Stop apologizing, seriously I knew someone was gonna stop it whether it be him or someone from the outside. It's just a part of being an Omega.” Jimin slowly nodded again as the two of you pulled completely away from each other. “I’m just sorry for you having to deal with my situ-”

“Don’t you start apologizing, if I can’t neither can you.” Jimins words were light hearted, a smile on his face as you shook your head and gave him the softest smile, a forced one almost. “Namjoon looks worried.” Jimins words were now slightly teasing, trying to pull you from the situation, and in the end it worked.

“He can hear us.” Your words made me smile brightly as you shook your head and took a deep breath in as you turned around, eyes already on you as you moved slowly towards them. Namjoon meets you halfway, though you step back when he reaches to touch you making his eyes widen as he steps back. “Uh this definitely not how I thought this afternoon was going to go.” Your words were mumbled, soft as you chuckled awkwardly running your hand through your hair as you let out a huff. “I just..I..sorry about it.”

“No need to apologize Y/n, we’re just glad you’re okay.” Hoseok mumbled his own hand running through his hair, the red on his knuckles catching your eyes as you reached out slowly making his jaw slightly drop. You fingertips grazing the palm of his hand at you step forward. Your other hand moving to run over the knuckles, each red mark being gently rubbed by the pad of your pointer finger it had Hoseok's whole body relax as he looked at your movements. “You didn’t have to punch the guy.”

“No one disrpects Omegas, let alone..let alone an Omega that is mine..shit sorry.” He mumbled quickly when the last part of his sentence slipped out past his lips it had your lip slightly curling when the dig of the door opening had you jumping back. A police officer was there, Yoongi quickly moving to speak with them as the Alpha who was now sitting up slowly was suddenly cuffed. Your breathing stayed steady as another officer came up and gave you soft smiles, her beta scent was soothing, light and it did wrap around you.

“Are you okay telling us what happened?” Her voice was soft, your arm wrapping around yourself as your other rested on your cheek, eyes looking down to the ground as you took a deep breath in. “You don’t have to today, but if you want to press charges we do need you to give a statement within 48 hours.”

“I don’t want to press charges..he’s a freshly presented Alpha.” You were quick to respond as she nodded slowly, her hand reaching slowly hovering above your shoulder as she smiled at you.

“Of course, we’ll book him then for the night. Okay?” You nod as you see Hoseok pressing a hand to the back of Namjoons neck as the Beta officer walked away following after her partner as you let out a breath and looked over at the three men who were already looking at you.

Focus Y/n. Focus on what needs to be done.

“Okay so I thought about it..about us?” You question yourself out loud, looking down your fingers twirling the ends of your sweater sleeve. You hair falling in your eyes making your huff as you blow hair making the strains fly up and fall back down just a quickly making your eye roll as you stop fiddling with our sleeves, pushing your hair over your ear as you make eye contact with Hoseok, his eyes already on you as he slowly nodded. “I think..I think we should just leave it be..let whatever happens or doesn’t happen..well uh just happen.”  Your words had Namjoon whining as Yoongi let out a tut at him as you gave the three a small smile. “It’s not a no, but it’s not a yes.”

“It's just an open for a maybe.” Yoongi mumbles, making you nod your head as you take a deep breath as you look at them.

“I’m going to be honest with you guys I wasn’t planning to agree to anything and just ask for you guy to drop this whole mate things...but I just have this need to try...which is honestly weird.” You pause as you take a deep breath eyes casting anywhere but the three of them, you felt heat again your arm making you look to see Namjoon already looking down at you through a small frown was on his face as you take a deep breath. “It's not entirely your fault though, I have a lot of trust issues and abatement issues that is gonna make this hard..I don't’ know why I'm letting you know instead of you guys just figuring out maybe it's because of what happened and I feel..I feel safe in this moment with you or its just the high of breaking and Alpha command or what.” You ramble looking down at your feet, the black worn out vans on your feet bending as you move. “I guess..I guess maybe today I was able to see you guys as normal I guess and opened up for a chance? So just don’t..don’t hurt me...cause it’s the only one you get.”

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[v4mptsuki]

flirtations (i.matsukawa x reader)

genre: fluff

warnings: none

summary: matsukawa is crushing on the reader, and he’s oblivious to her feelings for him despite her being oikawa’s childhood best friend

a/n, this isn’t proofread, so i apologize if there’s any typos!

mattsun felt a headache coming on. for the past half hour of the third year's hangout, oikawa had been unable to shut up about l/n y/n. as the group of boys roamed the streets, coffee cups in hand, oikawa went on his fiftieth rant of the day about her.

"isn't she just the sweetest iwa-chan? remember when she helped us practice last summer; she's so helpful. we should invite y/n-chan the next time we hangout. would you like that mattsu?" oikawa asked with a smirk.

mattsun rolled his eyes, "would that shut you up about her?"

oikawa tsked and took a sip of his drink, "now, now mattsu don't get all riled up. i'm just complimenting a friend."

"friend, right," mattsun muttered sarcastically.

y/n had known oikawa for years; ever since they were kids. oikawa's mom went to school with y/n's family, so the two kids had grown up together. mattsun knew it was only a matter of time until they ended up dating, and he hated how upset it made him. he'd been harboring feelings for y/n since their first year at aoba johsai, and they hadn't faded at all.

two knocks echoed through the matsukawa house, and mattsun could hear his mom answering the door. he'd been bed bound since he came down with a cold that morning, and he felt miserable.

"oh yes! he's in his room, i'm sure he'll be glad to see you!" his mom said to whoever was at the door.

mattsun expected makki to be the one entering his room, probably with his schoolwork and questions of where he'd been. instead, it was y/n, oikawa's friend. he had several classes with her, which was why oikawa introduced them. y/n was anxious about high school, since most of her junior high friends went elsewhere, so oikawa thought it would be good for her to know someone.

the two had grown to be good friends through all their shared classes, and mattsun really enjoyed her company. she was really kind, but she teased oikawa just as much as iwaizumi did. she was also smart, and she always helped mattsun with his work when he got lost in class. so, it shouldn't have shocked him that much to see y/n standing in his doorway with his homework in her arms.

the surprising part though, was that she'd brought him food too. she had a grocery sack from the corner store in one hand, and it seemed to be full of snacks. in her other hand, she had not only the homework, but her notes from the day too.

"hi, i heard you're sick," y/n greeted, still standing in the doorway, like she was waiting for permission to walk in.

mattsun smiled at her, "yeah, c'mon in."

y/n took a seat on the edge of his bed, and mattsun scooted his legs a bit so she would have more room.

"i brought the homework, and i thought you might like to have my notes. i took two copies, so you can keep these. i always get stressed when i miss school, because i hate falling behind, so i hope this helps you rest easier," y/n stated, a small smile on her face.

mattsun swore that in that moment he could feel himself falling for her. he'd thought she was pretty from the moment he laid eyes on her, and ever since oikawa introduced them, he'd grown fond of her personality too. it was then though, that he truly fell. the nonchalant way she cared about him, like it was nothing but the expected, made mattsun so incredibly happy.

"oh! i also brought you this," y/n added excitedly, placing the grocery bag gently on the bed.

mattsun sat up a bit, and y/n handed him the bag. inside was all his favorites. his favorite chips, candy, drink, and a carefully packaged cup of soup. the soup was even still warm, letting mattsun know she'd grabbed it on her way to his house.

"how did you know these are my favorites?" mattsun asked as he looked up at her, his eyes wide with delight.

"i asked oikawa. he said he asked your friend makki," y/n replied, clearly proud of herself for being so attentive.

"this is like the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me. thank you y/n," mattsun said, making y/n duck her head bashfully.

"oh quit it, you're sick, i'm just helping it be less awful. anyways, do you want me to go over the notes with you? if you're tired i can go, but i just thought i'd offer," y/n said, trailing off near the end.

mattsun nodded quickly, a bit too eager to get her to stay.

"we can go over the notes! it'll probably, um, help me learn it better."

ever since that day, mattsun had been hopelessly devoted to her. every love confession that had come his way he'd denied, holding out hope that maybe, just maybe, y/n could like him back. oikawa had never helped his pining though. as the group of them had gotten older, oikawa had grown into a flirt, with y/n being his primary target. every day at practice, it was incessant, and it drove mattsun mad.

"this one's for you y/n-chan!" oikawa exclaimed with a wink in her direction before he served the ball flawlessly to the other side of the court during a mock game.

mattsun could hear y/n's laugh at his antics, and it just made him more sullen. as the day's practice wrapped up, y/n was quick to rush over to the boys.

"that was great guys. you really are improving a lot," she said with a bright smile.

"thank you! you're our number one cheerleader y/n," makki teased, throwing an arm over her shoulders and ruffling her hair.

y/n ducked out of his grasp and patted her hair down with a dramatic scowl.

"hands off my hair makki! that's why mattsu is my favorite," she teased, poking her tongue out before leaning into mattsun's side.

"you played great today too," she said, her voice lower, like the comment was just for him.

mattsun felt himself stiffen, suddenly unable to think of anything clever to say.

"oh, uh, thank you."

"y/n-chan!" oikawa called out as he exited the locker room, already changed out of his gym clothes.

y/n giggled, "see you around mattsu," she said before walking over to greet oikawa.

makki whistled once y/n had walked far off enough, and he clapped his friend on the shoulder.

"pussy," was all he said to mattsun, who just sighed.

"up your ass makki."

"toru i'm an idiot!" y/n exclaimed, flopping back on her best friend's bed.

he just laughed, and took a seat next to her.

"what else is new?"

y/n huffed and leaned over to shove him.

"not helping asshole."

"sorry, sorry, it's just hilarious how oblivious he is," oikawa said.

y/n nodded in agreement, and moved her head to rest in oikawa's lap.

"it's awful isn't it? i just don't know what to do. i try to talk to him, but he always seems pained to be around me. promise he doesn't hate me?" y/n asked, looking up at her friend.

"how could he hate you? precious little y/n-chan," oikawa teased, reaching down to pinch her cheeks.

she grumbled again and swatted his hand away.

"how do i get him to confess?" she wondered aloud.

"what if we made him jealous," oikawa suggested with a sly smirk.

y/n pursed her lips in thought, before an equally sly smile spread on her face. mattsun always did seem particularly irritated by her and oikawa's antics. besides, a jealous confession did sound pretty appealing to y/n.

"i'm down if you are toru," y/n said.

"perfect! so what will our story be? should i tell the boys you broke down in tears as you confessed your love for me?"

y/n grimaced, "absolutely not. i still want him to know i'm single dumbass. maybe just amp up the flirting tomorrow, and i'll dress extra cute."

"looking forward to it darling," oikawa said with a wink, making y/n roll her eyes.

the next day at practice, oikawa was insufferable. if his normal flirtations were a 7/10 on the mattsun-annoyance scale, this had raised it to at least an 11/10. y/n had entered practice in her cutest variant of the school uniform, and oikawa was quick to offer her his sweatshirt. he even helped her put it on, making mattsun glare at the pair from across the gym.

y/n sat on the bench close to the court, and oikawa shot a flirty remark at her after every cool move he pulled. every time he did, y/n would giggle and blush, and it made mattsun want to rip his hair out.

"my head is literally going to explode," he muttered to makki during a water break, with a scowl heavy on his face.

makki stifled a laugh, "just make a move already."

mattsun's scowl deepened, "no way. she's totally head over heels for oikawa. see, look."

he gestured over to the pair, where oikawa had joined y/n on the bench. he had an arm draped over her shoulder, and their heads were leaned into each other as they spoke in hushed voices. y/n glanced up, and her eyes met mattsun's, but he was quick to look away.

"did you see that, he was looking at us," y/n whispered to oikawa, a grin on her face.

"he's totally pissed," oikawa added excitedly.

y/n giggled, "this might actually work!"

oikawa got up and restarted practice, and a very sullen mattsun walked back onto the court. y/n kept her gaze trained on him as he walked, unable to look away from the way the jersey hugged his muscles. he glanced back, and their eyes met again, but this time y/n was the first to look away, a blush rising on her face.

practice continued on, with oikawa flirting with y/n every other minute. mattsun just seemed to get more and more irritated, and then, practice ended. oikawa headed straight to the locker room, as he always did. he'd always hated the sweaty feeling after practice, so y/n would normally just wait for him to change so they could go. today though, y/n asked oikawa to shower there too, so she would have more time to talk to mattsun without him around making mattsun jealous.

"hi guys! you all did great today," y/n greeted as she walked over to the three third years.

iwa smiled at y/n in thanks, "yeah, we're improving a lot."

"totally! especially you mattsu, you looked great out there today," y/n said with a smile.

mattsun seemed to tense up, and y/n mentally cursed herself. all she wanted to do was let him know she liked him, but every time she did he always seemed to get so uncomfortable.

"thank you y/n," he replied with an awkward smile, making y/n's heart drop.

"yeah, of course," she said with her own small smile.

there was a moment of silence before iwa bid everyone goodbye. most of the other years had left, leaving just y/n, mattsun, makki, and oikawa in the locker room.

"i think i'm gonna head out too, bye guys!" makki said, hurrying out of the room before mattsun could say anything to him.

y/n pursed her lips at that, since usually the two walked home together.

"waiting for oikawa?" mattsun asked y/n once makki was out the door.

"i guess. i also kinda wanted to talk to you," she added, her voice growing quiet.

mattsun's eyes widened and his gaze shot up to look at her.

"what?"

"yeah, i uh, wanted to chat with you. you know, i really like your company," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

mattsun didn't say anything back, he just stared at y/n with wide eyes. she felt a lump in her throat, but she bit back any emotions.

"sorry, i didn't mean to make this weird or anything," she added quickly.

mattsun blinked slowly, and then shook his head forcefully.

"no, no, not at all. i like spending time with you too. i just, i thought you and oikawa were like..." he trailed off, not wanting to say it out loud, but hoping y/n understood what he meant.

apparently she didn't, as her eyebrows scrunched up, "huh? what about me and toru?"

"nothing, i just..." mattsun took in a breath and shook his head, "nothing, never mind."

y/n frowned, but took a step closer to mattsun.

"what is it?" she asked, concern in her voice.

"i-"

mattsun wasn't sure what to say. y/n was standing barely a few inches away from him, and he was struggling to form a coherent thought. she tilted her head up to look him in the eyes, and he felt his face growing hot.

"you know i'm not dating toru," she said, her voice soft.

mattsun swallowed, "oh, really? i guess i just assumed..."

"well you assumed wrong," y/n replied, keeping her eyes on mattsun.

"oh," was all he could think to say, his mind too muddled for y/n's closeness.

she stayed there for a second longer, before she cleared her throat and took a step away.

"well yeah, we aren't dating. i don't plan on dating him either, he's too high maintenance for me," y/n joked, although she sounded a bit down.

mattsun just nodded, unsure of what to say. inside, he was beating himself up. she was right there, but he just couldn't do anything. she made him so nervous he lost all his confidence. it was basically torture, being so close to her, but unable to make a move.

"anyways, i think toru should be done by now. i guess i'll just wait for him outside," y/n flashed mattsun a small smile before swiftly heading for the gym doors.

"wait!" mattsun exclaimed before he could think better of it.

y/n turned around, her eyebrows raised.

"what's up?"

"um, fuck, don't go yet. i guess now's a good time to tell you i, uh, i really like you."

once mattsun started his confession, he couldn't stop the word vomit that followed.

"ever since you brought me the notes when i was sick during first year, i thought you were the nicest girl ever. i still do, by the way, you're just so sweet and pretty, and fuck i'm rambling. i just, i like you a lot, and i thought you should know. i guess."

mattsun felt his face heating up as he awkwardly went to scratch the back of his neck. y/n just stood there, a shocked look on her face. mattsun was just about to stutter out an apology for making things weird, when she rushed forwards. her arms wrapped around mattsun's neck, and she let out a relieved laugh.

"oh thank goodness! i was so worried you didn't like me that way, it was killing me you idiot!" y/n breathed out, her face pressing into mattsun's neck.

"wait what?" mattsun replied, pulling away from her embrace.

she moved one of her arms to flick his forehead, a grin taking over her face.

"i like you too!" she exclaimed.

mattsun broke into a grin of his own, and just as he was about to pull y/n back into him, oikawa exited the locker room. his hair was dripping wet, implying he'd taken a shower, and mattsun could've smacked him across the face.

"toru guess what!" y/n called out as oikawa headed over to the pair.

based on oikawa's smirk, he already knew what she was going to say.

"what is it y/n darling?"

"he likes me back," she replied smugly, stretching on her tip toes to kiss mattsun's cheek.

"yes i do," mattsun muttered, just for y/n to hear, making her smile stretch even wider.

[d0llpie]

Heyy, can I request headcanons with Atsumu, Suna, Iwaizumi and Akaashi for this

The reader is on her period, and they go out on a date and she's wearing her favourite dress/skirt but it's her worst day ever when her period leak on her clothes 😭. So her boyfriend saw it and cover her using their jacket 🥺 flufff 🐣🥺

Getting their period during a date

Atsumu x reader, Suna x reader, Iwaizumi x reader, Akaashi x reader

a/n: why is suna so hard to write for 😩😗 anyways, thank you for the request love <3

wc: 2.1k

Atsumu

- Tsumu had just come home after an away game tournament and you were so excited to finally get to see him

- You preordered a dress just for the date, it was light purple and suited you perfectly

- Atsumu was already dressed and ready while you were finishing off your hair and make up

- You put on some black heels and headed downstairs to leave with Tsumu

- “Woah, Hi baby, you look fantastic!” he was grinning widely, he came up and wrapped his arms around you smothering you in a hug

- you giggled “Tsumu not too tight!” you slapped his bicep and he released you from his grip

- “alright let’s go babe, i’ve got your purse” you kissed him on the cheek opening the door “so where are we going?”

- “you know i’m not gonna tell you that, just hop in the car, you can play your music” you smiled up at him before settling into the passenger seat and plugging your phone into the aux.

- You arrived at a beautiful restaurant and looked over at Atsumu with wide eyes “wow, i guess i can handle you going away if this is what i get when you come back” he laughed at you before slipping an arm around you waist and walking you to a booth by the window

- After a while you excused yourself to go to the bathroom, when you came back atsumu was acting slightly different

- “hey baby are you feeling okay?” you nodded, finishing off your drink “yeah what’s up? do you wanna go home?” tsumu nodded “yeah we can watch a movie and cuddle” you smiled and looked over at him lovingly

- “that sounds beautiful Tsumu” you stood up and Atsumu stumbled up to walk over to you, draping his blazer over your shoulders “babe this is way too big, i’m not even cold” he shushed you and walked you outside with his arm around you

- Once you got in the car you turned to face him “Tsumu are you okay? why are you rushing so much?” he looked over at you nervously “uh, yer period, you kinda leaked babe i just didn’t want the people in the restaurant to see..” you grew embarrassed quickly

- “so i guess that explains why you were extra nice tonight” he sent you an offended gasp “i am always nice! jeez woman i try to help” you rolled your eyes, plugging your phone back in to play your music as you drove home

- “Ugh this dress has only been worn once too :(“ you huffed, taking the dress off “i wanted to tear it off ya anyway if that helps!” you looked over to Atsumu quizzically “it doesn’t..?” “oh”

- You showered quickly and changed into some comfy pyjamas, when you went downstairs you found Atsumu with a bunch of blankets and snacks on the couch “C’mere babe, i’ll let you pick the movie” you jumped onto him, covering his face in kisses

- “Thank you Tsum Tsum” you grinned before snuggling up to him and playing your favourite movie, you fell asleep before Atsumu carried you to bed, resting his hand on your lower stomach to give you some warmth while you slept.

Iwaizumi

- You planned a picnic date with Iwaizumi since you drove past a pretty park you hadn’t seen before on your way to visit your friend.

- You had texted Iwaizumi when you first saw it that it would be a cute date spot and so he took the following saturday off of work so he could spend the day with you

- The park was kind of far so you packed a large basket of food and a blanket

- Your friend had bought you a sundress a while ago but you hadn’t had the opportunity to wear it out on a date yet and so you were excited

- The sundress was yellow with orange flecks, it was flowy and went down to your mid calf, you paired it with a pretty necklace Iwaizumi had bought you on an anniversary before styling your hair and makeup

- You dressed up more than usual because you thought the park would be a beautiful spot to take some cheesy photos with Hajime.

- “You ready love?” you looked up to see Iwaizumi staring at you in the mirror with a lovesick grin and a slight blush on his face

- “You like the dress Haji?” you stood and turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck “mhm” he hummed leaning in to kiss you softly, you pulled away smiling, “alright let’s go”

- He intertwined your hands as you walked to the car, him carrying the basket insisting you shouldn’t

- When you arrived it was just as pretty as when you’d first seen it, the sunset was clear in view and the giant trees surrounding the field littered with flowers allowed the sunlight to cast beautiful shadows

- You grabbed the blanket, placing it down and lay down smiling, looking up at the blue sky, littered with orange shadows as the afternoon came around

- “here love, have this” you opened your mouth as Haji fed you a strawberry, you scrunched your face at how cold it was and he chuckled, flicking your forehead

- “Hajiii~ let’s take some photos look how pretty the sky is now!” you knew how bad Iwaizumi was at taking photos so you took some videos of you both sitting with the sunset behind you and took screenshots so Iwaizumi looked more natural

- “aww look how cute this one is Haji” you knelt over to show him your phone and he wrapped his jacket around your waist “baby?” you questioned and he pulled you into him

- “love don’t freak out but you have some blood on your dress, i can wash it out but do you want to head home?” you flushed in embarassment before realising you ruined your pretty dress

- You frowned realising you wouldn’t get to stargaze, oh well there were always other nights “yeah okay, thank you baby” “no problem” he left a lingering kiss on your forehead, ushering you to the car so he could pack up the picnic himself

- When you got home you placed your dress in the laundry sink, frowning again before walking into the bathroom to see Haji running you a bath “you don’t have to do all this” you came and rubbed his shoulders as he sat on the edge

- “It’s nothing, plus you planned out date- which was beautiful by the way, it’s the least i can do” you grinned and kissed his cheek “i wonder if the team knows how much of a softie their trainer really is” you teased, kissing his cheek again

- “Only for you love.”

Akaashi

- Akaashi took you into the city for a date today, you’d been stressed with work and akaashi knew your schedule so on your free day he wanted to take you out

- You were excited to dress up and get out of the house finally so you were ecstatic when Akaashi had taken you into the city for a date

- You put on a nice skirt and a backless top before grabbing your purse and heading out

- Akaashi was driving with his hand on your thigh the whole time, open palm steering and glancing over at you any chance he could

-“Keiji, focus on the road” you giggled, placing your hand over his and squeezing lightly, he smiled, looking over at you again

- “Sorry darling, you look so gorgeous though, even more than usual” he squeezed your thigh gently, smiling as you blushed “You look pretty handsome yourself”

- After Akaashi parked you made your way to a busy street filled with food trucks, pretty benches with fairy lights above them and two roads filled with people walking through

- “ooo keiji let’s get one of those!” you hugged his arm tighter into your chest, pointing at a couple sharing a giant milkshake with ice cream and chocolate toppings covering it

- “Let’s have some proper food first mkay?” you pouted before nodding, dragging Keiji to different food stalls to see the foods while he just watched you, gazing at you with a soft smile etched on his features

- Once you found some food you both wanted you were looking around for a place to sit and eat

- “Darling, here take this.” Akaashi tied his jacket around your waist before resting his hands on your sides and pressing a kiss to the top of your head

- “what’s wrong ‘kaashi?” you slowed down from how fast you were walking previously and grabbed his hand, holding your dinner in the other

- “your period came a little early, don’t worry you didn’t leak much but i just thought you’d feel more comfortable if you covered it”

- you hugged him tightly, he rested his head on your shoulder “you’re so perfect Keiji, at least i know why i wanted that ice cream so bad..” you laughed trying to shake off your sudden awkwardness

- “we can get that soon and then go home if you prefer? i’m sorry you didn’t get to spend that much time out of the house, i know you’ve been stressed” you frowned at how Keiji was feeling guilty

- “that sounds amazing, this date has been amazing, you’re amazing ‘kaashi, i love you” he intertwined your hands, squeezing gently “i love you blossom”

- you ordered the ice cream shake and headed back to the car

- when you got home Keiji ran you a hot bath while he grabbed your favourite hoodie of his and some pyjama pants

- you hopped into bed and snuggled up into Kejis side as he read a book “goodnight kaashi” “goodnight love”, he kissed the top of your head as you fell asleep

Suna

- You were out with your friends, dressed up in a blue dress before you had to leave for Sunas game

- You didn’t have time to go home and change but it was okay, it never hurt to be dolled up around Rin

- When you arrived they were just starting the first set, you settled into the crowd, waving at Rin on the court

- Suna looked up at you and smiled before his mouth hung open slightly, taking in the sight of you before smiling even wider

- “y/n looks good, you guys have a date after this?” Samu asked Suna

- “Nah, she was out with some friends guess she stayed there a bit longer, she looked amazing though” Rin looked back up at you, grinning distractedly

- “Hey, the game? She looks good but focus” Suna turned his attention back to the court as they played

- During half time Suna couldn’t stop glancing up at you, every time he spiked his eyes would find you, this was typical but today he held his gaze much longer, drinking in the sight of you

- Once the whistle blew, signifying their win he ran up into the stands, searching to find you before pulling you into him by your hips

- “Rin! Congratulations baby, you did so well!” you cheered for him, pecking him on the lips before turning to drag him back down “You look amazing baby, just wait.” He took out his team jacket, wrapping it around you before pulling you into another kiss

- “Don’t want people looking at you, that dress is gorgeous but you stand out a bit, also i think your period might’ve leaked.” your smile dropped at how cute protective Rin was and you stood there shocked

- “what?!” you frantically tightened the jacket around you “hey hey, it’s okay, let’s go home, we can cuddle and take a nap” you calmed down a little

- “yeah let’s go..” you both drove to your house, you washed your dress while Rin showered before jumping in after him

- Once you were both settled into the covers and in pajamas he pulled you into his chest “don’t stress y/n, i know how you get but it’s no big deal, sleep now”

- you hummed against his chest, tilting your head to kiss him lightly “thank you rin, i love you” “mhm sleep” you scoffed

- “say it back Rin” you feigned a scowl “oh right, i love you too, sleeping now” you giggled before cuddling into his chest, sleeping in his arms.

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Flightless Birds Chapter Three; Where Birds Belong

Chapter One Here

Chapter Two Here

Chapter Four Here

Chapter Five Here

Summary: After visiting Kouten in the hospital, Y/n gets more and more ‘gifts’ from their stalker. But what are they supposed to do when it gets to be too much? Make a huge mistake, that’s what.

Word Count: 2.4K Words

Warnings: cursing, intrusive thoughts, mentions of masturbation, unwanted sexual letters, threats, police officers, implied drugging

Other: the first half of this chapter was meant to be in the previous chapter, but since Tumblr is a bitch I couldn’t do that and it was pushed here. 

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Numb. 

Was that the right word to describe how you were feeling?

Your heart was hammering away in your chest, and your whole body felt light as a feather.

Your head was foggy, and you felt like the world beneath you was shifting, tumbling around like the tectonic plates of your life were slamming and crashing into each other.

When you arrived at home, there was another ‘gift’ waiting for you. You picked it up and brought it inside. You knew you should probably just ignore all the packages and throw them away, but you just couldn’t.

Why? Why must your curiosity be satiated like this?

Today, it was a teddy bear. A red string was wrapped around its neck. You sighed, setting it on the nightstand with the other ‘gifts.’ 

More and more gifts started to arrive over the next week and a half. Clothes you’d expressed interest in, small shiny things, key-chains, and a couple more dead animals. You were sick and tired of it, and you were stressed out of your mind.

You hadn’t slept in days, you were hardly eating, your weird stalker had started leaving notes talking about you. They knew things about you that they shouldn’t know, it was getting to be too much. You felt heavy and cotton-headed. 

Calls from unknown numbers appeared every day now, and most of them included you just saying ‘hello?’ Into the phone until the caller hung up.

You were so tired, and so freaked out. 

Paranoia flooded your mind about your stalker breaking into your house and hurting you. 

But you felt so selfish. All your stalker was doing was creeping you out. You hadn’t actually been hurt yet, however Kouten was in the fucking hospital! He had almost been killed and you were worried about a few creepy notes.

How much of a horrible person were you?

You had one comfort; him. 

Izanagi.

You’d been spending less and less time at your flat, and more time with Izanagi. You spent every other night at his house, and you’d gotten so used to sleeping in the same bed as him that you felt you couldn’t sleep without his gentle touches and soft breaths.

Everything about him calmed you, his gentle green eyes, the constellation of freckles on his cheeks, that one tooth in his mouth that was twisted to the left, the days when he forgot to do laundry and you had to fold his clothes, you loved it all.

Your feet hit the pavement too hard as you approached your home. The stray tabby cat of your neighborhood dashing away from your front door as you approached.

You looked down, exhausted.

There was a rectangle of white on your welcome mat, your name printed in the fancy kanji of your stalker’s handwriting.

You slowly lifted it off of the ground, entering your home. Everything was quiet…

Too quiet.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, flinching at the sound of the mattress creaking under your weight. Slowly, you peeled open the envelope, unfolding the letter. Your eyes scanned down the words, nervous.

Dear Y/n.

You’ve been getting all my presents, right? Gosh I do hope you enjoy them. I can’t believe I’m finally writing you a letter! It’s so exhilarating, you know? 

I’ve never felt like this before, ever. Nothing even came close. God Y/n, I’m so in love with you! Do you know? I’ve been courting you this whole time! We’re birds of a feather, both lazy as fuck but so vulnerable.

I wish I didn’t have to hurt Yuu like I did, but that little bitch had to die. Unfortunately he survived, how tragic.

You stopped reading looking up for a moment. You were right! Your stalker had been connected to Kouten’s attack! That… didn’t feel very nice. You thought you’d feel better about it, but now you just felt sick.

It was your fault Kouten was hurt.

I could understand he was close to you, I hated that. I would have gone for Fujikawa, but he’s surprisingly cautious. You’d think he’d be more reckless, being as fucking stupid as he is, but nooo. 

I’ll have mercy on him, I’m sure it’d just make you upset to see him dead anyways. But I swear, go near him again and I’ll kill him. 

I don’t wanna talk about that in my first real letter with you, so instead I’ll just talk about you.

How breathtaking you are.

How fucking gorgeous you are.

Y’know, you really are fucking amazing, you think I didn’t see? You really took the time to appreciate yourself yesterday, I think that was your way of saying you loved me back! Touching yourself… oh fuck you looked so hot.  Think I didn’t hear? I really wish I was there, fucking you the way you need. I’d give you everything you’ll ever need. You won’t need anything but me. 

Baby you’ve just given me my next month’s worth of masturbation material.

Remember, I love you!

    -Your future husband

No. Fuck fuck no. Gross get out drop it throw up rip it to shreds hurt smash something scream no no no no no get out get it out get it out find him report him police heroes what the fuck Izanagi-

Izanagi.

Izanagi.

Hey siri, call Izanagi.

“Yo, Y/n! What’s up? Miss me already~” Izanagi. His voice relaxed you and you found your brain forming coherent thoughts again. You opened your mouth to confess what was happening, but nothing came out. “Y/n? Are you okay?”

Then you cried. 

It felt so good to finally cry, you hadn’t cried in what felt like years, sobbing and looping his name, your only comfort in this chaos.

“Woah, woah, hey what’s going on? Hang on I’m coming over, don’t you fucking dare hang up!”

You sniffed, nodding, continuing to just mutter his name. In Just under five minutes, he was letting himself in with the spare key. You felt the bed shift, and you felt his warmth next to you. You fell against his side, crying harder. He held onto you, rubbing at your sides.

“Hey, hey. Come on, what happened? Tell me!” you could hear the fear in his voice. You still didn’t feel like you could speak so you just shakily handed him the letter you received, hoping he’d understand your reaction once he saw what you’d gotten.

His eyes scanned the paper before widening, and he covered his mouth with his hand. He dropped the paper, standing up and grabbing a suitcase from your closet and starting to fill it with clothes. He moved with haste, and you noticed he was grabbing your favorite clothes.

The sweatshirt he’d gifted you for Valentine’s Day, the Edgeshot t-shirt you wore every other day, the sweatpants you always slept in, 

“W-what are you doing?” you whimpered.

“You really think I’d let you stay here when some fucker obviously is watching you? I’m gonna report this to the police. No one is going to hurt you, okay? No one hurts my friends!” he turned back to you, a hard look in his eyes. You had a feeling that if he ever ran into your stalker, it would take multiple top heroes to hold him back from killing the guy.

You were grateful.

Izanagi helped you pack, and you told him all the other details. How it started with the Hawks beanie, how you’d gotten bottle caps and sweatshirts, and even dead animals. How you felt too scared to tell anyone, afraid of getting blown off.

He comforted you, he promised you he’d protect you. You felt safe with him. He would protect you. You thanked him religiously as he helped you bring your things over to his place. He kept telling you that of course he’d be doing this, it was the right thing to do.

This man… this man was your rock. He was your everything. You knew there’d be no way to fully repay him for his kindness towards you, but you promised yourself you’d try. 

You sat on his bed again, realizing that for the time being, this was your bed too. He was beside you, holding you tight and comforting you. You relaxed into his touch, before a realization struck you.

“Izanagi- he threatened to kill you. He hurt Kouten too, he- he can probably kill you if he really wants to.” Izanagi shook his head, pressing a finger to your lips.

“Nothing, I swear nothing is going to happen to me. Okay? Now, we’re going to the police station. You will not leave my sight, you will not let go of my hand. You’re not gonna wander off without telling me, etc etc. Clear?”

“Crystal.” you smiled softly, nodding. “Thank you so much Iza.”

“Like I said, of fucking course I’d do this. Come on, let’s get in the car.” he took your hand, putting your stalker’s letter in his pocket and taking you with him back out to his car. You got in the back, and he drove quickly. He glanced back at you repeatedly, double and triple-checking you were there and safe. 

  Finally, he pulled up at the police station and got out, quickly running around to the back doors as you got out. His hand was instantly on yours, pulling your body close against his and walking in the station with you. He briskly walked up to the police lady behind the counter.

“Oh, hello! Is there something I can do for the two of you?” she asked, it was so sweet and cheerful, so vastly different from the emotions swirling around in your mind.

“Yes, here.” Izanagi pulled the letter from his pocket and handed it to the lady. “My friend has a stalker, and he’s attacked another one of our friends.” the woman looked over the letter, nodding.

“Alright, I’m going to have some officers talk to your friend in private and-”

“Not happening.” Izanagi growled. “I get it, but I’m not leaving my friend.”

“I- I want him in the room.” you added. “Please.” the woman sighed, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, but unless you are a minor, I can’t have anyone else in the room with you. Even then it would be limited to certain people. It’s a safety precaution.”

“Fuck!” You grabbed Izanagi’s arm, rubbing his bicep to calm him down. He turned to you, offering you a strained smile. “You’ll be okay, right?” he asked, worried. You nodded, a feeble attempt to comfort him.

He gave the officers that came in a hard look, like he expected them to hurt you. You broke away from Izanagi’s comfort and followed them into a questioning room.

There were so many questions.

Every little detail about your life, even things that didn’t seem all that important. You told them everything you told Izanagi, plus a little more. They weren’t very comforting, and when you got scared, they got angry. It wasn’t at all like Izanagi, who softened when you were upset. Any detail that you didn’t have, they seemed to be upset with you about it. As if you were supposed to do your own little investigation illegally. It was… very annoying.

“Alright, we’re going to call a hero in here.” one of the officers told you. “Hawks has been doing a lot more patrols in your area than usual, he might have already seen your stalker and can probably take care of it for you. Is that okay?”

Hawks. You’d just met him one. He was a hero. He was trusted, beloved even. 

Call him in. He’s Hawks. He’s the number two. He wasn’t creepy, just do it!

“That’s fine, I’ll talk to Hawks.”

Maybe you should have thought about it more.

Maybe you should have trusted that feeling in your gut telling you ‘no.’

Maybe you shouldn’t have told Izanagi. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have involved the police.

Maybe you shouldn’t have spoken with Hawks so casually when you met him.

Maybe you shouldn’t have been a bird.

Maybe then.

You’d be free as you once were.

It took five minutes. Then the door swung open and he walked in. It had been a week or so since you saw him, but when he layed his golden eyes on you, you got the feeling that you’d seen him only yesterday, in a flash of red in the dead of night.

“Hello, Y/n L/n.” He spoke calmly, but you noticed a slight tremor of excitement. Why was he so happy to see you? 

You felt chills run down your spine at the way he sat next to you, taking your hand and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. His whole body seemed to vibrate in happiness, his wings fluttering as he locked eyes with you.

You shyed away from him, desperately trying to take your hands back, but his grip was firm. There was no escape.

“I-I changed my mind, officer!” You turned to the policeman, who was just leaving the room, leaving you with him. “I don’t want to talk to a hero, I’m sorry!”

The man turned back to you, a lazy, amused, smirk on his face. 

“Don’t worry, he’s a pro. You’ll be fine.” The man waved you off, shutting the door behind him. You felt like screaming, or throwing up, or both.

Something about Hawks seemed off. The way he looked at you, touched you, grinned so wildly at you, he didn’t look like a hero.

He looked like a crazed lunatic.

Click

The officer had locked the door.

“U-um, hi, Hawks.” you whispered, voice quiet. Fuck you wished Izanagi was here to comfort you. Hawks’ gloves were cold, the beaten leather rough against your hands, they were nothing like the gentle warmth that Izanagi’s soft skin emitted. 

His grin only grew, and he pulled you close to him, arms reaching around under your wings to grip your back. You squeaked, instinctively grabbing onto his biceps. His body was pressed against yours, and his breathing quickened, his face buried into your shoulder. You could feel him inhaling your scent.

“Fuck.” he growled, and you could feel his talons digging into your skin through his gloves and your shirt. “You have no idea how happy I am to finally see you again.” his voice wavered, and you could practically feel his excitement.

“S-sir, please let me go-” you whimpered. “I’m here to report a crime, not as a fan trying to meet you.” the hero cooed, only holding you tighter. 

“I know why you’re here, dear Y/n~” his breath tickled your ear, and you felt tears brimming in your eyes. “And I know who’s been following you. So nice of him to send you all those gifts, right~?” 

No

“So cruel of you to act like he’s a criminal.”

Not like this 

“He’s going to take good care of you~” 

Not right now 

“I love you so much”

Ow.

You felt... foggy.

And warm, really warm.

Tired…

So… tired…

Darkness.

[sevlgi]

not-so-sweet secret

requested: yes

group: blackpink

pairing: jennie x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

contents: school!au, rich girl!jennie, secret relationship

warnings: none

synopsis: What you had with Jennie Kim used to be your sweet little secret. But recently, as Jennie starts publicly dating someone else, it doesn’t seem so sweet anymore.

a/n: yes you can! I love this prompt, thanks so much for requesting! also thank you all so much for 700 followers 😭 you guys have questionable taste but I love you all

word count: 2.6k

You always knew that what you had with Jennie Kim would have to stay a secret.

To be honest, you had no idea how she had even developed feelings for you. While she as the queen of the school, you were a nobody, just another wallflower who admired her. Somehow, she liked you enough to ask you out, and everything began from there.

At first, the idea of a clandestine relationship exhilarated you. The thought of sneaked kisses behind closed doors, of weekend dates in places no one would recognize you, managed to make your heart beat faster.

And that’s exactly how it was at first. You stayed late after school so that Jennie could drive you home in a car that smelled like her perfume, and you sneaked out at night for the first time to see the stars with her. She stared at you in your shared classes, and you slipped notes into each others’ lockers, each one of hers signed with a kiss printed in lipstick.

It was all you could have ever asked for, even if both of you pretended the other didn’t exist in the presence of other people. Sure, it wasn’t ideal that you couldn’t sit together at lunch and share food like other couples, or that Jennie could barely give you a passing glance in the hallways, but it was enough to know how she genuinely laughed, how she liked to hug the people she really loved.

You wanted to be with her publicly, but you also wanted to give Jennie time. You didn’t want to rush her into doing anything she wasn’t ready to do, even if it meant you had to suffer in silence because of it.

In private, she was the sweetest girlfriend you could have ever asked for. She visited your house almost every afternoon and brought you fresh-baked sweets, and she cooked dinner for both of you whenever your parents weren’t home. Jennie stayed over so often that you kept a special blanket and pillow for her right next to yours.

But in public, she was always a whole other person. Whenever you went on dates outside, even if the two of you were in a different town, Jennie hesitated to even stand to closely to you, to smile that cute gummy smile specially reserved for you.

Especially at school, Jennie hung out with her popular friends, those crazily beautiful and rich kids who never looked your way. When she was with them, she was no better, fake-laughing at insensitive jokes and burning money on designer clothes.

That was the price. To be the butt of those insensitive jokes, to be on the receiving end of falsely sweet smiles and to be unable to love Jennie as much as you wanted. But you were sure it would all be worth it in the long term, as long as you kept your sweet little secret tucked close to your heart.

“Hey, jagi,” you smiled, getting into the car and tossing your bag at your feet. “It’s so nice to see you.”

Jennie gave you her customary gummy smile, eyes turning into pretty crescent moons. “Hi, baby. You look really pretty today, you know? I wanted to tell you in math, but Eunchae kept talking about her new Mercedes.”

You blushed lightly, kissing her on the cheek as she started the car. “Really, another one? Didn’t she crash the last one while drunk?”

“High,” your girlfriend corrected. “Remember, there was that huge party at Jackson’s place? He got drugs somehow, and Eunhae got so high that she backed her car into a wall.”

Rolling your eyes lightly at the mention of the party, you reminded Jennie, “I wasn’t there, remember? Nobody in their right mind would invite me to a party. Pretty sure they don’t even know my name.”

“Well, they should. You’re the greatest,” Jennie cooed, giving you a big smile. “Although, you don’t like those parties anyway, right?”

“Nah,” you shrugged, looking out the window at all the passing houses. Unsurprisingly, Jennie lived in a different neighborhood than you, hers with a gate for every house and at least 4 expensive cars parked in every driveway. Despite that, she drove you to and from school every day. “Although, your daily recap of who started dating who is pretty funny.”

Jennie laughed lightly, and you could hear your heart beating faster just at the sound of her. You had been dating for so long, but just the tiniest action of hers still managed to make you flustered like crazy. “I know you don’t enjoy it that much, you just like to let me talk.”

“Maybe,” you joked, getting out of the car when it parked at the curb of your house. “Do you wanna come in? I bought the ice cream you like so much, milk flavor.”

She pouted at that, not getting out of the car, which was enough of an answer. “No, sorry, Junsoo made me promise to tutor him in math today. See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow,” you answered, waving as she pulled the car away. You did your best to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach, like a huge stone had been dropped there. It was hard not to get jealous when Jennie routinely hung out with people way better than you, but you always reminded yourself that your girlfriend loved you and would never cheat on you.

Right?

“Good morning,” Wheein greeted you, sliding into the seat right next to you. You smiled in greeting, still copying the notes down from the board. The girl had been your assigned Chemistry partner for a few months now, and you could maybe call her a friend. 

“Hi, Wheein.”

“You won’t believe what happened today,” the girl started saying. She was a bit gossipy at times, but she was still considerably kind to you, so you always let it slide. “Junsoo started dating Jennie!”

Your head snapped up, your hand slipping and drawing a huge mark over your notes. Wheein winced at the huge black arc on your paper, passing you an eraser. “What? Jennie? Like Jennie Kim?”

“Well, what other Jennies are in this school?” Wheein giggled, cocking her head at you. “Why?”

Jennie. Your girlfriend, Jennie, was dating Im Junsoo, quite possibly the biggest asshole in the entire school. You knew she would do a lot to hide your relationship, but you didn’t think she would go that far. “No reason,” you mumbled, starting to scrub at your paper.

That sweet secret that you kept close to your heart started to feel not so sweet anymore.

You didn’t want to believe what Wheein said, and that was the only reason you took the long way to lunch and headed by the cluster of benches where Junsoo held court during lunch. At first, you couldn’t see him or Jennie, a group of other popular kids creating a barrier between you and them.

But you heard her voice, that gorgeous voice that only called you ‘jagi’, flirting shamelessly with Junsoo. You wanted to leave, to pretend like you didn’t hear anything, but the crowd shifted just enough for you to see the happy couple, Jennie practically sitting on Junsoo’s stupid lap.

She was definitely flirting with him, practically giving him bedroom eyes in the middle of the cafeteria. Her friends cooed over them, only fueling the stupid smug expression on Junsoo’s stupid face.

Jennie caught a glance of you when she looked up, and you knew that all she could see was betrayal. And that was exactly what you felt as you turned on your heel and walked away.

You didn’t wait in the parking lot for Jennie that day. Instead, you hitched your bag up on your shoulder and walked home yourself, ignoring your phone when it started buzzing in your pocket halfway.

You didn’t pick up when she called you, and you didn’t read any of the texts she sent. Instead, you spent your time in the garage fixing up your old bike so you could start getting to school easier.

Maybe it was just a rumor, but you had a bad feeling, one that told you something had gone incredibly wrong. You ate dinner with your parents for once instead of going up to your room and video-calling Jennie.

It all felt wrong, but you weren’t ready to talk to her yet. Once you picked up on one of her calls, you knew the truth was going to come out, and you weren’t ready to hear it just yet.

You managed to avoid Jennie for a full 3 days. To be honest, it wasn’t that hard; you didn’t have many classes together, and there was no way she could get alone enough to approach you.

Saturday was the day you were dreading, because you knew Jennie would show up. That was the day she usually came over, because neither of your parents would be home and neither of hers would be watching her. She didn’t need to be let in, since you had given her a spare key, and she had her own car.

It was only a matter of time before she confronted you, and you were not looking forward to it.

Unsurprisingly, you heard the front door unlocking at exactly 9:33 in the morning on Saturday. Luckily, you were already awake, cooking breakfast in the kitchen a few steps away. “Let yourself in, why don’t you,” you called out sarcastically.

“Y/N?” Jennie answered, setting her keys down on the counter and closing the door behind her. “Have you been ignoring me?”

Blunt as always. You turned around with an eyebrow raised, taking in the sight of her. She looked unfairly good, glowing as always, as if she wasn’t worried at all about the fact that you hadn’t talked to her in days.

Under usual circumstances, you would have immediately rushed to her, kissing her and running your hands through her immaculately curled hair, but instead, you stood there, holding the plate of food. “I don’t know, why don’t you ask your boyfriend?”

It came out more spiteful than you had intended, but it did the trick; your girlfriend flinched, regret settling into the brown eyes you loved so much. “Y/N...”

“Jennie,” you deadpanned, staring right at her. “Go ahead, explain if you can.”

“It’s not real,” she implored, stepping closer to you. “I don’t like Junsoo, not at all! He’s just a friend, please, Y/N.”

“Then why did Wheein tell me the big, amazing news that he’s dating you this morning?” you demanded, not caring about the fact that you sounded like a crazy, jealous girlfriend. 

At the sound of your deskmate’s name, Jennie’s expression changed. Instead of the desperate scrunch of her eyebrows, a jealous twist of her lip brought spite to her eyes. “Wheein? I don’t like that you talk to her so often.”

“Don’t turn this around on me!” you exclaimed, your voice echoing off the walls of your kitchen. “Are you serious? Wheein’s my friend, not anything like your official boyfriend Junsoo. We’re talking about you right now!”

Jennie’s expression changed again, into a slightly pained one as her hands scrunched into the fabric of your shirt. “Y/N, you know I’m not ready to come out yet. I don’t know how people will react, much less my parents.”

“Yeah, I know, and I understand that! But dating someone else right in front of my face? What the hell, Jen?” you challenged her, anger furrowing your brow. 

She chewed on her lower lip and looked down at the floor. “I… I think it’s best if I leave right now. You’re obviously angry, and I get it. I don’t want to fight.”

“Okay, then leave,” you scowled, turning back to your food. You could feel a sour pang in your chest as you heard the door close softly behind your girlfriend, but you ignored it. You had a right to be angry when your girlfriend started publicly dating someone else, but was it worth it to hurt each other like that?

A week or so passed without you or Jennie speaking a single word to one another. That was one of the things that made the two of you not such a great match; both of you were incredibly stubborn, and neither of you would give up without a fight.

It hurt, of course, but you wanted her to approach you first. After all, it wasn’t your fault that she started dating someone else and ruined your relationship.

Stumbling in on Jennie kissing Junsoo in an empty classroom was the last straw.

“Excuse me, who are you?” the boy demanded, scrambling to stand in the empty classroom. Behind him, Jennie stared at you in horror, lipstick slightly smeared and her blouse just a little bit wrinkled.

You couldn’t help the horror on your face, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to expose Jennie. It was stupid, maybe, wanting to protect her after all the heartbreak she brought to you, but instead of saying anything, you mumbled a hurried “Sorry” and darted right out of the door.

You didn’t expect her to run after you, and you definitely weren’t expecting the hurried clack of heels behind you and the feeling of her warm hand clasped on your wrist. “Y/N, please wait.”

“What…?” you stared at your wrist and then at Jennie’s pleading eyes, begging you to stay. “Um, Jennie?”

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out. “I’m really, really sorry. I never should have acted like I was ashamed of you, I never was! You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Dumbly, you opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish. Whispers sounded around the two of you, dozens of eyes glued to the two of you as you stood in the middle of the hallway. All you manage to say is “I think we should talk about that” as you pulled Jennie out of the school.

Neither of you talked until you were far enough out of the campus that nobody you recognized was there. “What’s going on? Aren’t you happy with your popular, rich boyfriend?”

Jennie winced, shaking her head pleadingly. “Please, Y/N. I know I don’t deserve it, but I really love you. I want another chance, and I promise I’ll never keep you a secret again. I’ll come out to my parents, and I’ll announce our relationship--”

“I never wanted to force you to come out,” you sighed, stepping closer. You knew that what she did wasn’t right, but you didn’t exactly handle it well either. “I just didn’t want you to date someone just to cover us up. I felt like you were ashamed of me.”

“I promise I’m not. Please, I’ll treat you right this time,” Jennie promised, still holding on to your wrist.

Biting your lip, you looked at the ground. Obviously, you loved Jennie; she was the best person in the world to you, despite what she did, and you didn’t want to let her go. “One more chance,” you suggested, looking back up to her again. “We’re starting over, we’re not continuing our old relationship.”

Jennie nodded fervently, giving you the familiar gummy smile you were so familiar with. “Okay. I’ll take you on a date tomorrow, and I’ll treat you so well. I promise.”

“I’ll be waiting,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around her in a hug and inhaling the familiar sweet scent of her perfume once again.

You felt sweet. Not sweet in the way that your old relationship was, not the kind of sweet that still had a bitter aftertaste. No, you were on cloud nine, and you could stay there forever if you just had Jennie.

[kikis-writing-world]

Whiskey Straight - The Mission (3)

Jack Daniels x F!Reader

The adrenaline rush you got from completing missions, aiding an international spy, was something you didn’t realize your life had been missing at home. You were hooked. But Phil’s latest ask might be farther past the line than you can let yourself go.

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Unwanted sexual advances, and someone doesn’t respect the word “NO” - it doesn’t get too far, but I definitely don’t want anyone being triggered. Light violence. Something I guess I would call a kidnapping scenario?

A/N: A little more Whiskey in this one, but mostly a lot of Phil... but also, it’s starting to get good. If you’ve stuck with it this far, thought all the set-up, I hope you’re really going to enjoy where we go from here. Divider graphics by @firefly-graphics​

Series Masterlist  -  Prologue  -  One  -   Two  -  Three  -   Four  -   Five  -  Six  -   Seven

It took two long, boring weeks for the call you were waiting for to come in. Finally hearing your codename again had a zing of adrenaline shooting through your system. Phil wouldn’t tell you over the phone what he needed but he gave you specific instructions on where and when to meet him the next morning, down to the minute. You agreed, knowing your boss likely wouldn’t have a problem with you taking your morning break a little early. You probably over rehearsed asking in your head given that your boss didn’t ask any questions, simply granted your request. You tucked your book under your arm - Phil had told you to bring a book to avoid looking suspicious - as you headed for the park.

There were a handful of people out, walking their dogs or just passing through the park. The bench Phil had described to you was empty, so you sat down and glanced around you before opening your book. You didn’t even bother trying to read, too excited to focus on the story you’d already read once before. You kept your face trained towards the book but kept your eyes sweeping your peripheral vision.

“Turn the page once in a while.” The voice behind you made you jump. You started to turn on instinct when he told you, “don’t look. It’s me.”

“Phil?” You whispered, staring at the page in front of you. After a moment, you took his advice and turned the page.

“Yes.” He confirmed. You felt something, likely his elbow, nudge against your back as he sat down and got comfortable on the bench that was backed against yours. It was strangely comforting to feel him there when you were being so clandestine. “Did anyone follow you?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think so.” You had been trying to pay attention as you walked to the park and you didn’t notice anything strange. Now you were worried - had someone followed you? Would you have even been able to tell?

“Good.”

A silence fell over the two of you and you wondered if it was too soon to turn the page again. You were antsy for him to tell you more about what he needed you to do.

“When I get up in a few minutes, I’m going to cross in front of you. Don’t look, don’t watch me. I’ll drop an envelope on the bench beside you. Pick it up and slide it into your book. Don’t open it until you get somewhere safe.”

You almost nodded until you realized he wouldn’t see anyways. “Okay.” You confirmed.

“There’s a few pictures inside of a suitcase,” he continued. “I need you to find a suitcase that looks as close to it as possible. There should be enough cash in there to cover it.”

“A suitcase?” You questioned, not sure why he needed you to buy a suitcase.

“Yes. I can’t have it tied to me. It’s classified, I can’t tell you why.”

You had no choice but to take his word for it.

“I’ll call you on Thursday to arrange the pick-up. Do you think you can have it by then?”

It was Monday. That gave you almost 4 days to figure out where to buy this suitcase. As long as it wasn’t some rare, customized piece, that shouldn’t be hard at all.

“I think so.” You told him.

“Good. If anyone asks, you’re just shopping for new luggage. Maybe you saw a picture of this one and you like it.”

“New luggage.” You repeated with a nod of your head.

“You’re a gem, Trisha.” 

You felt your face heat with the praise. You weren’t sure what to say, but Phil kept talking anyway.

“I’m about to leave. Remember, don’t look. Wait a minute or two before you take off.”

“I will.” You confirmed, flipping the page in your book and keeping your eyes on the print. You heard his jacket rustle and the bench creak as he stood. His footsteps were muted as he made his way around the benches. The plain white envelope dropped to your side and you picked it up, sliding it in the back of your book. As anxious as you were to open it, to start planning out where you would find the illusive luggage, you followed Phil’s instructions. You faked reading for another minute before leaving the park.

Once you were back at work, you opened the envelope. Inside was a stack of 20s and the pictures of the suitcase. You were happy to see it looked pretty plain, a blue suitcase with no major distinguishing marks. There was even a close up of the logo so you’d be able to identify it easily.

You were eager to get started, going to a nearby mall on your lunch break. You found a few suitcases that were similar but you knew you could do better. You grabbed something quick from the food court to eat on your way back to the office, making a mental list of other stores you could think of to check out this week.

You left Jack a message you would be a little bit late that night before leaving work. You planned to stop at a few of the stores on your way home to check if they carried the type of suitcase in the picture. You lucked out, finding it in the first store you stopped in.

“For your husband?” The saleslady had asked. You just nodded with a hum as you paid.

You were on a high, having completed the “mission” so quickly. Phil had given you 4 days and it hadn’t even taken you one. You were better at this than you expected.

The day of the pick up he had you drive your car to a parking lot and take a bus from there to the station, where he picked you up. You acted like old friends as you arrived, going so far to hug each other in the terminal as he took the bag for you and led you to his car. You were thrilled to ride in his sports car as he drove you back to your own vehicle. It was easily the nicest car you’d ever been in and if you thought the purr of the engine was impressive from the outside, it was simply on another level from the inside. You couldn’t help but laugh as he sped past the other cars on the highway, the adrenaline surging through you from the successful mission and the speed of the car.

It didn’t take you long to become addicted to the feeling of helping Phil with his international espionage. The missions were never hard - he’d send you to buy something that he couldn’t be traced to, or he’d ask you to spend an evening sitting in a café to watch if someone came in. You never felt like you were directly in danger but the excitement was real nonetheless. The debriefings you had with Phil, sitting in hole-in-the-wall restaurants and coffee shops around the city, were filled with more stories of his travels and the dangers he encountered. He also started coaching you, sharing little tips to help watch if you were being followed, ways to stay safe. It was all fascinating.

The latest mission had been to spy on a woman in a hair salon. Phil had given you cash yet again and made you an appointment at the same time as her. All that he asked while you got your hair done on the government’s dime was to listen in to the conversation she had with her hairdresser. It was easy, except for when the dryers were turned on in the salon. 

You couldn’t stop the spring in your step as you met up with Phil immediately afterwards. Today the two of you were meeting in a coffee shop only a few blocks from the salon. The nice weather of the fall afternoon plus the confidence boost from your hair - and the excitement to finish the mission report - made it a quick walk.

“Trisha,” Phil stood, greeting you with a hug as you reached the booth. “You look fantastic.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, cheeks heating slightly under the pleasant attention. Your hair did look fantastic, and you felt fantastic for it.

“Good day?” Phil asked, pulling your chair out for you. You knew he was asking if you’d been able to get any information off the “mark,” as Phil had taught you to call her.

“Of course.” You grinned, waiting until the waiter approached the table and giving your order before filling him in on everything you’d overheard.

The woman hadn’t said anything that sounded important to you, but you’d done your best to memorize it regardless. She mostly griped about her ex-husband, a used car salesman that sounded like a loser. Phil ate up the information, sharing with you in hushed tones that the government had reason to believe her the man was spying for the Ukrainian government. You hoped the information helped as you sipped your latte.

You returned home, excited to show Jack your new hairdo. Maybe it was due to all the new excitement going on in your life, but you were ready for a change. The style wasn’t something you usually went for but you were extremely happy with it. You couldn’t wait to see Jack’s reaction.

“Jack? I’m home.” You called into the house as you toed off your shoes. You had told him you had an appointment as you were leaving the house that morning, but hadn’t told him it would be to have your hair done - and most of all, not that it was to spy on some unsuspecting lady.

“In here.” He called back from the den. You double checked your appearance in the mirror of your mudroom, fluffing your hair up a little bit before padding through the house.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching Jack read the paper as you waited for him to look up at you. After waiting several beats, he still hadn’t acknowledged you.

“Jack?”

“Yes, honey?” He hummed, still not looking up as he flipped the page.

You sighed, pushing off of the wall and making your way to sit on the arm of his chair. “Anything new in the news?” You asked, trying to give him the hint.

“It’s news, new is part of the definition.” He chuckled.

You blinked at him as he continued to peruse the print. You shoved his shoulder, trying to get his attention off the damned paper.

“Sorry, honey!” Jack apologized, folding the paper closed and resting it on his lap. He kissed your cheek, having to lean up a little in the chair to do so. “How was your day?”

You waited a moment, giving him a chance to notice, but he just waited for your answer. “Seriously?” You deadpanned, smile falling as he looked up at you.

“What?” He questioned, brow furrowing in confusion.

“You don’t notice anything different?” You prompted.

You saw the slight panic in Jack’s eyes, the typical deer in the headlights look of a man who knows he’s on thin ice. “Is… is that new… lipstick?” He drawled, his southern accent coming in stronger as he stretched his words, buying time.

You deflated, shaking your head as you stood from the chair. You couldn't believe he didn’t even notice.

“Hair!” He shouted after you, and you could hear the newspaper fall to the floor. “Your hair, it looks gorgeous! I couldn’t see it before!”

“Never mind, Jack.” You huffed, waving him off over your shoulder as you tried to keep your disappointment in check.

You heard his footsteps stop as he let you go, cursing under his breath. You barely spoke to him for the rest of the day.

The phone on your desk rang late Monday morning and you answered it as usual. You weren’t expecting Phil’s voice on the other side of the line.

“I need to see you.”

You glanced around, nervous someone would overhear. “Phil?” He’d never called you at work before.

“Can you meet me?”

“Now?”

“Yes.”

“I think so…” You bit your lip. You could probably take an early lunch.

“Where we first met.” He instructed.

“I’ll be there.”

The line clicked dead.

You hung up, once again checking your surroundings to see if anyone had overheard your end of the conversation. No one seemed to have taken notice.

“Sandy?” You called over your coworker and closest friend at work. “Can you cover for me if I take an early lunch?”

Sandy grinned, crossing her arms over her chest. “Going to meet this mystery man you won’t tell me about?”

You felt your face heat up, but you denied it. “I told you, there’s no mystery man.” Sandy had been insistent there was someone you were seeing on the side for weeks.

“Mmhmm,” she hummed disbelievingly. “You’re chipper, you’re glowing, you got your hair done. There’s a mystery man.”

“I’m happily married, I don’t need another man in my life.” You reminded her.

“You’re married, alright.” She huffed, and you knew she purposely left out the “happily” part.

“Are you going to cover for me or not?” You asked, already pulling your jacket on.

“Of course,” she scoffed. “Just remember who had your back, and think about telling her about your new mystery man.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing she wasn’t going to give in. You had to meet Phil, you could argue with her later. “Thank you!”

Phil was sitting at the same table you had been at the first time you met him, the day that he had dropped that briefcase at your feet. He looked nervous, which in turn made you nervous. The man had always been cool and collected every time you spoke. If there was something dangerous enough to make him nervous, you didn’t want to meet it.

You slipped into the seat across from him and you noticed his relief at seeing you.

“Phil, what’s wrong?” You whispered, leaning in close to keep the conversation between you private. There were a few other patrons, but it was luckily too early for the lunch rush.

“I need your help.” Phil told you. “This is… it’s bigger than anything else you’ve done for me so far.”

“Tell me.” You pushed, reaching across the table to rest your hand on top of his. It felt strange, trying to comfort the man you knew to be so calm. He was usually calming your anxieties about missions, not the other way around.

“I have to go to Paris.” He blurted out. You nodded in understanding, waiting for him to explain your part of the plot. “And I need you to come with me.”

You swore you didn’t hear him properly, as you stuttered, “w-what?”

“I need you to come with me to Paris.” He repeated, slower this time.

“Paris… Texas?” You questioned, shaking your head in disbelief.

“France.” He confirmed.

“I can’t go to France.” You argued, still shaking your head.

“Why not?”

“I have a job, a husband-”

“It wouldn’t be for long, just a few days.” He cut you off. “You can make up a vacation. No one has to know you’ve left the country.”

You gaped at him, mouth opening and closing lamely as you tried to process what he was telling you. The little lies you’d been feeding people in your life were just that, little. Harmless. This was a huge lie. Leaving the country without telling anyone? “I don’t know, Phil…”

“I need you, Trisha. You’re the only person I trust to do this with me.” He pleaded, turning his hand over to grip yours. You stared at your joined hands, a feeling of pride blossoming in your chest knowing he trusted you.

“I’d have to know more before I can agree to anything.” You told him, losing some of your fight at his flattery.

“I need you to pose as my wife. Other agencies, other spies, they’re looking for a single man travelling alone. No one is going to be looking for a married couple. That’s all you would have to do. Give me a cover story by pretending to be my wife.”

You sat silently, absorbing the information. Phil continued to talk about his mission, about what he’d be doing while in Paris. You’d get to sight-see while he was working and occasionally he would join you at certain landmarks, watching for the mark. It truly would be a vacation for you, and all you would have to do is pose as Trisha Strickland, wife of Phil Strickland.

“The mission isn’t until next month, so you have time to decide. To plan. Please, consider it. If not for me, then for America.” Phil begged.

“I’ll consider it.” You promised, feeling numb.

You couldn’t concentrate when you went back to work. Your mind was swirling, preoccupied with Phil’s request. Paris was beautiful, and you’d always hoped you would go there someday. The museums, the history, the food. The romantic part of you always hoped you’d get a cheesy picture kissing the love of your life in front of the Eiffel Tower. Even if you did go, you obviously weren’t going to get that picture- or any pictures for that matter. It would be an absolute secret.

It had been a long time since you’d taken a vacation. They’d been planned for sure, but they often were cancelled last minute due to Jack’s work. You’d grown accustomed to stay-cations, spending the days relaxing at home with no obligations - but it got lonely. The last time the two of you had gone anywhere of note had been your honeymoon. There had been smaller trips since then, but nowhere exciting. You missed the thrill of planning a trip away and being able to actually go through with it.

You drove home, having to mindfully force yourself out of the daze you were in and watch the road. You wished you could talk to someone about the situation, asking for their opinion and advice. You remembered when Jack had been the person you could turn to for anything, but this was something you couldn’t share. You banished the thought as guilt bubbled up within you for keeping this secret from him. From keeping the whole secret from him, from the very beginning.

You parked in the driveway, surprised to see Jack’s Bronco already parked in it’s spot beside yours. You usually got home before him, so it was a pleasant surprise to think that the two of you would have some extra time together this evening. You thought of the early days of your marriage, before the routine and the responsibilities of Jack’s position set in. The two of you would make dinner together, laughing as Jack got sauce on his nose or misread a teaspoon of salt for a tablespoon. A night like that would be good for you, would help you take your mind off of Phil and Paris, at least for a little bit.

You could hear Jack’s heavy footfalls upstairs as you entered the house, walking around in a hurry. You wondered what he was up to as you made your way up the stairs.

“What are you doing home so early, babe?” You asked, following the sounds to your bedroom.

“Emergency down in Kentucky.” He explained quickly, his whole being seeming to run on full speed. You frowned, watching as the man was throwing clothes into his suitcase carelessly. “Have to catch the red-eye tonight.”

You fought against the disappointment rising in your chest, trying not to show it on your face. You sighed quietly to yourself, pushing Jack out of the way to pack his suitcase properly. “Let me help.”

Jack stopped running around like a madman, letting you take over his packing. He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as you refolded a shirt that had gotten all rumpled up in his attempt at packing.

“What would I do without you?” He praised, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You smiled back half-heartedly.

“I’ll go order us some dinner.” Jack told you as he left the room before you had a chance to answer.

There you were, packing another suitcase for your husband as he took off across the country again. You felt bad, knowing it was part of his job. It wasn’t like he was jetsetting to get away from you or to go live it up… but you still felt the bitterness that he was once again leaving you behind.

If he could take off with little to no explanation at the drop of a hat, then so could you. You’d get a hold of Phil tomorrow after Jack left and tell him you would go with him to Paris.

You drummed your fingers nervously against your leg as Phil drove. The speeds and sounds of his sports car only adding to your trepidation, not giving you the adrenaline rush like the previous times you’d ridden with him. The more he sped, the closer you got to your destination, and the closer you got to rehearsing for your trip. He was kind enough not to mention your nerves as he drove, letting the radio play softly to fill the silence.

Phil had been thrilled when you told him you’d decided to join him on his mission to Paris. He promised you would love it, raving about the times he’d been. He didn’t often get to sightsee while he was there, but he did mention loving the food. Your excitement grew the more he talked about the country, wondering just how much you’d get to see in the few short days you were there. When Phil had asked to get together to go over the mission, you’d agreed. It wasn’t until he mentioned practicing your fake relationship that your stomach felt unsettled.

“We need to look comfortable around each other,” he’d reminded you. “If an enemy sees us flinching, or looking out of sync, that could be the difference between life or death.”

You hadn’t been close to a man that wasn’t Jack in years. Even before the two of you were married, you’d been dating for 2 years before that. The last time you’d even held hands romantically with another man had been on a date to see Love Actually in theatres! You didn’t know how to be with anyone but Jack anymore.

You watched as he pulled off the highway, navigating his way into the woods. He pulled into a small clearing where an old tow-behind camper sat. It was a light brown colour with an orange stripe around the middle and it reminded you of the 80s. The retractable awning was out, but the fabric was all torn up, flapping in the breeze. There were no lights on inside, but the cheap string lights along the awning were lit. You stepped out of the car, unable to the grimace on your face as you took in the rundown appearance of the place.

“Do you live here?” You asked skeptically.

“No,” Phil laughed as he ushered you towards the door. His hand on the small of your back made you jump. “It’s just a safe house.”

You said nothing, trying to relax at the warmth of his hand pressing into you through your clothes. He dropped his hand as he unlocked the door and you felt more at ease again. He stepped up into the trailer first, turning the lights on ahead of you.

You followed, closing the loud squeaking door behind you. The interior was just as dated as the exterior. Oranges and browns took over most of the décor. Fake wood paneling on the walls and the air is musty and stale.

“See, this is why we need to practice.” Phil spoke once the door was closed. “Even my hand on your back made you freeze up.”

“I’m sorry,” you laughed, feeling ridiculous. “It’s just…”

“It’s okay, I understand.” Phil chuckles, opening the fridge. “Beer?”

You’re about to decline automatically when you rethink it. One drink wouldn’t get you wasted, but hopefully it would help to take the edge off the nerves sending you for a loop. “Sure.”

Phil pops the top off two bottles and sits heavily on the brown bench seat. He holds one out to you as he nods next to him, inviting you to sit down.

You take the bottle, sitting down and taking a drink. As you do, Phil moves closer to you and it nearly makes you choke on the cold beer. You quickly swallow, which you’re glad to have done when you feel the weight of his arm drape over your shoulders.

“You need to relax,” he reminds you softly, his warm breath brushing against your cheek from how close he is. “It’s just me.”

“I know, I know.” You nod, breathing deeply as you try to force your shoulders to relax. You aren’t sure if you’re telling him or reassuring yourself at this point.

“If we’re going to pass for husband and wife, you need to let me touch you. Just imagine I’m your husband.” He continued, letting his thumb brush up and down your bicep. You could tell he was trying to be comforting, but it wasn’t working.

Thinking of Jack made your stomach churn. You felt guilty, sitting here with Phil instead of being at home with him. You were upset he’d been gone so much lately, but here you were with in an old camper with another man.

“Phil, I don’t know if I can-”

“I need you, Trisha.” He cut you off, his face directly in front of yours. When had he gotten that close? “The Government needs you.”

You opened and closed your mouth, searching for something to say. You felt stuck between a rock and a hard place. There was the mission but- You didn’t want this excitement anymore, and the government could shove it. You just wanted to go back home to Jack.

“Time to bite the bullet.” Phil told you, and it was the only warning you had before his lips were on yours.

You froze, completely unmoving except for your wide eyes and Phil tried to coax you to kiss him back. You managed a squeak as you tried to push him away, but he just pulled you in tighter. You dropped the bottle of beer you were holding, barely even hearing it clatter to the floor as you pushed his chest with both hands.

“Phil, it’s too fast-” You tried to tell him but he kept pressing his lips to yours, making it hard to speak. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck, his other hand massaging your thigh and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to imagine it was Jack touching you. Except Jack didn’t feel like this. Even if your relationship hadn’t been as exciting lately as it once was, it was always special with Jack. He would never push you like this.

“Relax, Trisha.” Phil breathed into your ear before kissing your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine but not in a pleasant way. It felt wrong. You needed space.

“N-no. I can’t.” You shook your head, pushing harder against him. He didn’t listen, his hands and his lips continuing their explorations.

“Phil, stop. I can’t do this. I can’t.” You repeated like a mantra as you tried to push him off. Your arms started shaking with the force and the fear that was starting to spread through you. You’d said no, you didn’t want this.

He tried to slide between your legs, but you managed to plant your foot against his stomach and kick him back. He fell backwards off the bench seat, startled at your sudden burst of strength.

“I can’t!” You cried, curling up on yourself and backing away, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as you could. “I can’t do this!”

Phil was breathing heavily, looking at you with wide eyes. He was shocked you’d pushed him away. “Trisha-”

“That’s not my name!” You interrupted him, your mind swimming with what had happened. “I can’t… I’m not your… You’ll have to find someone else.”

“Please, you’re the only person I trust.” He cooed, reaching out until his hand touched your ankle. You jumped at the touch, kicking him away. His flattery didn’t work this time, the feeling of his lips on your skin too fresh.

“I don’t care! I can’t do this!” You shouted, keeping your voice firm.

The lights in the trailer went out suddenly, stopping Phil from saying anything more. You looked around, all the more fearful now that you were alone in the dark with him. Before you could ask what was going on, a blinding light shone in through the front window and you could hear helicopter blades louder than you’d ever heard before. You sat up, trying to block the light from your eyes. Sparks jumped through the walls, making you scream. They moved, cutting through the cheap paneling of the trailer until the entire front end fell off. The light was blinding, the wind from the helicopter surging around you in an overwhelming way. Phil stumbled as the wall gave way, falling back onto you.

“What- Get off!” You screeched, trying to free yourself from under him. Silhouetted by the light, two men ran into the trailer, making you scream. The door was kicked in with a loud bang, two more men running in so you and Phil were surrounded. You squeezed your eyes closed in fear as you heard the clicking of a gun near you, unable to stop yourself from screaming in fear once more.

Phil was ripped off of you but you were petrified stiff. You could barely hear Phil reasoning with the men over your own shrieks and the sound of the helicopter. Another man hauled you up by your arm, pulling you out of the trailer.

“Please! I didn’t do anything!” You begged as he pushed you ahead of him, his hands quickly taking hold of your shoulders. The wind outside was worse, the light too bright as you continued to beg to be let go. The man said nothing, only heightening your panic. You couldn’t see where he was leading you, but you knew you had to get away. Realizing his hold wasn’t too tight, you lurched forward out of his grasp. You spun around, blindly kicking out at him. You heard him grunt as you connected, but you didn’t stop to check if he was down. You turned and ran as fast as you could away from the trailer.

The helicopter’s search light followed you, making it hard to tell where you were running. You dodged trees that appeared in your vision at the last second, your breath coming in panicked gasps.

A van screeched to a halt in front of you, cutting off your escape. You moved to run around it but you were grabbed from behind. Two large arms wrapped around you and lifted you off the ground. You flailed, trying to kick backwards. When you didn’t connect, you leaned down and bit his arm as hard as you could. You heard him grunt as he dropped you.

You only got a few steps away before something hit you on the head. You stumbled, grabbing the back of your head as pain bloomed through your skull. You didn’t stop, staggering forward. You couldn’t stop.

Black dots clouded your vision as you were grabbed once more. You were hauled over the man’s shoulder. You protested, demanding he let you go as your strength failed you. Your vision grew darker as you were dropped into the back of the van. You only had a moment to take in the man, a tactical style vest and balaclava over his face, before you lost consciousness.

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[megan-is-mia]

can i request #12 from the delusional series where s/o escapes from twisted wonderland into her world but a year after, yan! octatrio goes into her world to bring her back?

12. “Did you miss me? Because I really missed you.” (Yandere! Octavinelle Trio x Fem! Reader)

It’s strange how time flies by when you aren't really paying attention. (Y/n) could still hardly believe she’d made it home even after almost a year of being back. She kept expecting to suddenly wake up and find that she hadn't left Twisted Wonderland except in her mind. The constant fear of discovering that what she thought was reality to only be fantasy made it hard for her to move forward. For some reason, she’d managed to catch the eye of all three of the infamous Octavinelle Trio. Despite her efforts to turn them down politely, the boys persisted in their efforts to court her until she’d finally been worn down by their efforts and agreed to a romantic arrangement. What she didn't expect was for them to already have a contract written up with details about how the relationship would work. Forced to move out of Ramshackle and having to rehome Grimm all before sunset that day else she find herself missing some vital organs. Barely managing to reach the Octavinelle dorm and collapsing in the foyer just as the sun finally dipped over the horizon. Being carried off to one of the boys’ bedrooms to be played with in private. It was no wonder (Y/n) began to lose her will to live in such circumstances.

Then when she’d nearly given up hope, the Headmaster had finally come through on his promise of getting home. Wasting no time on niceties she’d left that very hour and arrived home as if she’d been gone less than a moment. Later she’d come to lament not saying goodbye to any of the friends she’d made in the absurd world but she did not regret her hurry either. It was better to have left before anyone, especially her jailors in Octavinelle, knew she’d fled. So she tried to pick up the threads of the life she’d left so long ago. Going back to school, normal non-magic school, and picking up a part-time job as a waitress. It was fittingly ironic, becoming a waitress in the real world like she’d been at the Monstro Longue back in Twisted Wonderland. She’d been forced to quit after a few months and take up the full-time position of adorable girlfriend for the merboys. 

Today would mark the one year anniversary of (Y/n)’s return to her world and she was finally feeling secure in reality after months of therapy working through her trauma. She drove home from her session feeling cheerfully unaware of how sourly things were about to turn. As she parked her car and walked to her front door she found that it was already unlocked. Shaking her head, she opened the door and slipped inside making sure the door was locked this time. As she moved through the house a feeling of unease began to build in her gut. Nothing seemed out of place as she checked the kitchen, everything seemed in order as she inspected the bathroom. All was as it should be in the living room, but as she climbed the stairs to her bedroom the unease turned to dread and she opened the door. It was pitch-black and the curtains were drawn shut. (Y/n) stumbled into the room searching for the light-switch and when she found it she flipped it on. The sight that greeted her brought a sudden gasp of terror from her lips. Looking as poised as ever as he sat on her bed, was Azul Ashengrotto. The boy grinned up at her and crooked his finger at her imploring her to come closer. The girl could only stare at him wide-mouthed before her wits returned and she attempted to flee. “Aww Shrimpy~ Where do you think you’re going?” Floyd said grabbing (Y/n)’s arm as she tried to run and pulling her flat against his chest. In the shock of seeing Azul sitting so casually on her bed, the girl had failed to consider where the Leech twins might be. A lack of forethought that now left her in the grip of the more ruthless of the eel duo as he dragged her to the bed and forced her to sit in his lap. “I was hoping for a warmer greeting from you. Especially for your beloved boyfriends (Y/n)” Jade commented with a frown making his presence known as he plopped down on the bed beside his brother and ruffled the girl’s hair affectionately. (Y/n) tried to jerk her head away from Jade’s touch at the same time she was trying to pry Floyd’s arms from around her waist. In both cases, her efforts were in vain as she was only squeezed tighter and her hair pulled. “That was a nasty trick you pulled Angelfish” Azul said, reminding (Y/n) that he was still there as he leaned over to plant a kiss on her cheek. “Returning to this abysmal world of yours, a place devoid of magic all without even bothering to say goodbye? It almost broke my heart coming back to the dorm and finding you gone. I’ve hardly rested the last two weeks while we worked on finding you” he went on making a shiver run down the girl’s spine. “H-h-how long has it been?” (Y/n) couldn't stop herself from asking. It had taken her forever to feel normal again and she’d just only begun to heal despite months going by. Yet the causal, overly calm way the boys were speaking made it sound like she’d barely been gone for long. She received silent toothy grins from the twins and a low laugh from Azul as he delayed giving her the answer she craved. “Barely a month Angelfish, what did you miss me? Because I really missed you” Azul finally said, now pressing a kiss to (Y/n)’s mouth before grinning at her. “Though I guess it doesn't really matter since we’re taking you home where you belong anyways” the octoboy added with a shrug as he moved off the side of the bed to stand. He walked over to the mirror hanging on the far wall and muttering softly as it turned black with magical energy. (Y/n) knew that if she didn't try to run now, then she would never have the chance to be free again. So without a second thought, she threw her head back and bashed Floyd’s nose forcing him to let go of her as she burst into a sprint out of the room and down the stairs to call the police. Unfortunately, she never got to the phone, as she was abruptly yanked back mere moments before being able to dial 911.

“You’ve gotten really feisty (Y/n), its almost kinda cute” Jade commented, throwing the girl over his shoulder as he climbed back up the stairs with her in tow. Despite how she kicked, hit and screamed her struggles did not seem to bother the eel boy as he carried her back into the bedroom just as Azul finished the spell to take them home and stepped through the mirror. Floyd was still sitting on the bed, holding his now bleeding nose with a mix of awe and anger in his expression. “That was so mean Shrimpy! I’m gonna have to squeeze you really tight as punishment when we get back” Floyd said, getting to his feet and giving (Y/n) a dangerous look as he walked over to the mirror and stepped through as well. Jade tightened his grip on the girl’s waist as he approached the mirror and prepared to step through it too. He paused for a moment giving (Y/n) one last look before carrying her to a world she’d never escape again... THE END

[meloswifeyyy]

At the Mall, Rushing Home

😍

It was about 3 in the afternoon and you were bored. You had no plans to lady whatsoever so you decided to call your boyfriend Melo so that you guys could go to the mall today. You really didn’t know what you wanted to buy but you were getting whatever caught your eye that was necessary. You didn’t need Melos money or for him to buy you anything because of your youtube channel and modeling career. But he still spoiled you anyway. You called him.

“hey baby” you said

“wassup bae whats the deal” (💀) he said

"that is so corny, but anyways can you come ya the mall with me. i haven’t been out in a few days and i’m really bored”

“yeaaaa, im on my way right now”

“ok. love you see you later”

“love you too” he said and hung up

20 minutes later...

KNOCK KNOCK

I’m coming damn. You thought. You opened the door.

“Hey baby” he said

He hugged you then picked you up and kissed you, rubbing your ass.

“I missed you” you said kissing him back

“What you been up to?” he asked

“nothing, i was bored so i wanted to go to the mall with you” you said

“oh ok then let’s go” he put you down

Once you turned around he slapped your ass.

“Ouchh” you started rubbing your ass

"Its hard not to slap it when its so fat" he said and started laughing

"boy just shut up and get into the car” you said heading over to the drivers side.

Starting the car you pulled off. As soon as you pulled of Melo put his hand on your thigh, right next to your vagina. You didn’t look but you could feel the smirk on his face. Oh boy was this gonna be a long day.

15 minutes later...

“Ok move your hand so we can get out the car" you said

He never moved his hand because he was on his phone and not paying attention. You popped him in the head.

“MOVE YOUR HAND LAMELO” you said to him with an attitude

“Ok damn. You ain’t trynna get fucked in this mall is you?” he asked

“no so move your hand” you said

“alright whatever bro come on” he said

You got out the car and went over to his side. He held your hand while you guys were walking through the mall. You finally got the store you wanted to go in. Victoria’s Secret. You needed some new bras and Melo has obviously seen you naked so you didn’t mind taking him in there with you.

You picked out like 8 bras already. From what you were seeing it looked like he was annoyed that you were taking so long but whatever. He agreed to this.

“Do you think this would look good one me?” you asked him

“Yep” he said with an attitude

You put it in your bag for the 9th time. You went to pay. You walked out of the store and asked Melo:

“Do you want to eat at the food court, or go back to my house to have me cook or order something?” You asked him

“I would prefer ordering something at home but that’s up to you” he said

“Well we could go home. let’s go” you turned around and gave him your bag. You could feel him staring into your ass. What a night it was about to be.

You guys finally got to the car and hopped in. You decided to let him drive this time. He helped you in the car and before he closed the door he shared a long kiss with you. He then closed the door and ran over to his side. He then hopped in the car and started it, putting his hand on your thigh once again. It amazed you how he only drove with one hand on your thigh and the other on the steering wheel the whole time.

Back at home...

He came over to your side and opened the door for you and grabbed your bag. He held your hand and your bag all the way until you had to unlock the door. You unlocked the door and he immediately span you around and shared a passionate kiss with you. He threw your bag on the couch and carried you all the way up to the bed room.

He then sat you on the bed on your back and continued to kiss you. He then came up and pulled your shirt over your head. He then unhooked your bra, throwing it across the room.

He then started to kiss and suck on your breasts, leaving hickies all around your chest.

“Ohhh Fuck melo” you said

He started to lick you al the way down to your vagina. Right when he got right there he said:

“matter of fact come here" he said while laying down on his back

“don’t be scared now, be as quiet as you can” he said pulling you over his face.

As you sat down he started to put his tongue to work. Licking and Sucking every second.

“Uhhhhhh Ffffuuuck” you said

“mmmhhhmmm” he moaned signaling you to be quiet.

You came in his mouth while he was still licking and sucking he stuck his tongue in your hole an sucked all of the cum out. He then lifted you up flipped you on your back. He pulled his 8 inch out and came closer to you ready to put it in. He pulled your leg over his shoulder and pounded into you.

“Ughhhhhh shit- fffffffuckkkmelo right there” you moaned

Every stroke he went deeper. Balls deep. Making sure you couldn’t walk when he was through with you.

“fuck” he yelled

You had already came twice but he wasn’t done.

“this pussy so good” he said

“mhmmmmm” you moaned

As he continued to pound into you, his strokes got sloppier. He finally came.

He pulled out and. cleaned you two up. He then layed down next to you in the bed and cuddled you.

“We still ordering that food?” he asked

“good night lamelo” you stuck your middle finger up at him

God I love this fool. you thought to yourself

Lmaoooo ok y’all. This one is average compared to everyone else’s. it wouldn’t have been better but if tired and have no thoughts and energy. GOODNIGHT YA🙏🏾💆🏾‍♀️

[robmacz]

Lockdown to lock-up

I jumped as the cell door slammed shut behind me. I looked around the cell, it was no bigger than my bathroom, it contained only a bed, a chair and small table, a toilet and a sink. On the wall there was a small window, high up on the wall with bars imbedded in the glass. I sat down on my bed and put my head in my hands. I was so angry. Angry with myself for being such a twat; angry with the cops for being such a bunch of arses; angry with the system, because I was going to jail from the very start. How had it all come to this?

A little over three weeks before I had been sitting at my desk working from home. We were now in the fourth week of the latest lockdown and unlike the long lockdown of the summer, it was now cold and wet outside. Going for a walk to get rid of built up tension only seemed to make matters worse. I had just finished a tense zoom call with my boss and a client and I had frankly had enough. I needed a drink! I went into the living room to poor myself a scotch, but the bottle was practically empty. 'I thought you were going to top up on scotch when you went shopping' I snapped at Greg, my partner of 8 years. 'I didn't manage to get out today' he replied 'and anyway it will do you good to cut down a bit, you've been drinking a bit too much lately'. That led to a blazing row, which had been on the verge of happening for a few days now. Both of us stuck in the same house for most of the day was beginning to irritate, for him as well as me. In the end I told him I would do as I liked, I grabbed a jacket and the car keys and slammed the door of the house behind me.

I drove down the road for about half a mile to our local petrol station, which had a small supermarket attached. You know the sort of thing, ready meals, milk, a few essentials and alcohol. It also sold fresh coffee, which wasn't at all bad. I pulled the car into the small car park at the side of the petrol station and got out. I walked along the path leading to the door, it was quite busy and there was a queue to get in as only so many people were allowed in at once. This meant that there were a number of cars waiting to get to the pumps. Entering and exiting the building was controlled by a traffic light system, it all seemed so over the top.

Eventually I got to the front of the queue and was waiting for the light to change to green when I realised that I did not have my mask. 'Oh Fuck it' I said to myself. I wasn't prepared to go back to the car to get my mask. I'd have to start to queue all over again. Just as I was thinking this the light changed to green and I walked in. The alcohol was behind the counter and there were three people queuing, all safely at 2 meter intervals, to pay either for their shopping or for their fuel. At the other end of the counter there were five cops getting their coffee, it wasn't unusual to see cops in here, before lockdown you would more often than not see them occupying the two tables in the corner for their coffee and doughnut break, which usually seemed to last quite some time.

The person at the front of the queue moved away and we all moved forward. As we did so the cops, who all now seemed to have their coffee started to move towards the exit. I wasn't too worried as the one way system meant that they would not cross my path. But as I was looking at them I saw one of them look over towards me and catch my eye. I quickly looked away, but within seconds I could feel his presence. 'Excuse me sir, but why are you not wearing a mask?' 'I'm exempt' I said rather rashly and which I regretted almost immediately. 'Could I see your exemption sir?'

'No, I don't have it on me right now officer.'

'Could you please give me your name and address then sir.'

'I don't have to, I've done nothing wrong.'

'You'd be well advised to sir.'

By now his four colleagues had joined him, but I was getting indignant, though I now wished I had not brought up any stuff about exemption and wondered whether I should just admit to this or try and make him back down, though I didn't think he would.

'Okay, I'm not exempt, I just forgot my mask. It's not like they make any difference anyway, in fact they are quite pointless.'

'So, you've just lied to me sir. I'm going to issue with a fixed penalty notice for £100 for not wearing a mask when required to do so'.

'You must be fucking joking'.

'Don't swear at me sir or you will be arrested. Now what is your name and address'.

Then without thinking about it I said 'No, I'm not telling you'. This was not the best thing to say under the circumstances and I regretted it almost immediately, but it was too late.

'You are under arrest. You do not have to say anything. But, it may harm your defence if you do not mention when questioned something which you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given in evidence.'

As he was saying this he was unclipping his handcuffs from his belt and before he had even finished his sentence the cuffs were snapping round my right wrist. Instinctively I pulled my hand from him with some force and the cuffs came out of his grasp, though still attached to my wrist. What happened next was a million to one, but as my wrist flew up the handcuffs caught one of the other cops on his nose. Within seconds though I was forced to the floor and the cuffs were now attached to both hands behind my back and they were on tight. Holy Fuck! I thought. I've never been in trouble with the police before, I've never been in handcuffs. The cops pulled me to my feet, which was when I noticed that one of the cops had a heavy nose blead. Before I could say anything I was frog marched outside in front of all the waiting customers, including one of my neighbours. Oh crap, the gossips are going to love this.

There were three police cars parked at the far side of the petrol pumps. I was pushed into the back of one and the door slammed shut. The cops stood talking outside for a few minutes, no doubt finishing their coffees. I sat their wondering what was going to happen next, what sort of trouble was I in? When eventually two of them, including the one who arrested me, got into the front. I said 'Look, I'm sorry, I acted like a jerk back there and I'm sorry about your colleague, but it was an accident'. One of the cops turned round to look at me and said. 'Yeah, you were a complete jerk and you will be sorry. I'm also arresting you for assaulting a police officer, now shut up'

I was stunned, this was now getting serious. We drove along in silence to the police station where we drove round the back into a car park full of police vehicles. The car came to a stop and the cops got out and one of them came to the back and opened the door. He grabbed me by the arm and led me into the police station. Not the front door, but through a back door into a brightly lit room but no windows. There were various rooms to the side which seemed to have various equipment, but I was taken straight ahead to a desk where there was another officer waiting. 'What you got here?’ he said.

'Arrested for breaking Covid regulations, refusing to provide his name and address and assaulting a police officer. Mike got hit in the nose as this guy tried to escape, he is down at A&E now.'

'Oh really, Mr Wise Guy' said the cop behind the desk. 'Right, name and address now!' I thought it best to comply so I did. I was clearly in trouble but thought I should cooperate in order to get it over with. 'Okay, get him processed, have you checked for weapons? He is clearly violent.'

The arresting officer unlocked my cuffs and I immediately rubbed my wrists like they do in the movies. I was then told to empty my pockets. I only had my wallet and car keys, which I put on the desk. They told me to put my hands on my head while they frisked me. 'I' think he's clean Sarge' one of them said. 'Okay, but you'd better give him a full search once you have processed him.' The arresting officer then grabbed my arm and took me to have a mugshot taken and then my finger prints. I felt like a criminal and really ashamed. Then he took me to another room, where he told me that he suspected I may be concealing an offensive weapon and that he needed to carry out a full strip search. 'You're joking!' I said. 'Where am I going to conceal anything?' 'That's just what we need to find out.'

I was ordered to start to undress and pass each item of clothing to one of the officers. I just had on a jacket, casual check shirt, blue chinos and casual shoes. I took them all off and passed them to the officer, he inspected them and then put them on a table. 'And those too' he said pointing to my boxers. 'Seriously?' I replied. 'Get them off now!' I did as I was told and was standing there bollock naked. I didn't mind being naked around other guys, like in the gym changing rooms, I've got quite a good body, but this was humiliating!

After the strip search I was allowed to make a phone call to Greg, probably one of the most difficult calls I have ever had to make. I could hear the anger and disappointment in his voice as I tried to explain what had happened. As soon as I put the receiver down I was taken to a cell and told to take my belt and shoes off. These were left outside as I went inside. The door slammed and I felt scared. Scared of what was going to happen to me, scared of what my fiends and neighbours would think, scared of what would happen to my job, scared of what Greg would think.

I stayed in the cell all night, I didn't sleep at all and nor could I face any of the food they brought me. The next morning I was formally charged with breaching Covid regulations and assaulting a police officer. I was bailed and had to appear in court just over three weeks later. I was taken through to the reception area where I was released. Greg was there and he came and gave me a hug. 'You've been a complete wanker' he said, 'but you're my wanker'. I could have cried.

The next three weeks proceeded very slowly. I had to confess to my boss, who was not impressed but said that while it would not look good it would not affect my job, providing there was no custodial sentence. I told him there wouldn't be, but I kept thinking about that word “custodial,” which didn’t sound good. I’d heard it before, but I didn’t like thinking that it might apply to me. Greg was very supportive and for once we were not at each other’s throats, it was almost as if things were getting back to normal. When I met with my solicitor, he advised that I should plead guilty to both charges. Even if the assault was an accident, there would be five police officers to testify against me, so I was never going to win on that. He warned me that I could get a jail sentence, though he said a fine and community service was much more likely. This shook me, but I like to look on the positive side and I was assured by my solicitor that my previous good character would work in my favour. I’d never been in any kind of trouble, for God’s sake.

The day of my hearing arrived. I had taken a day's leave from work, I didn't think I would need more. I made sure I dressed in my best grey suit. Greg had ordered me a new white shirt and a sober tie for the occasion. 'You need to make a good impression' he said as he sat and shined my shoes. Greg was good like that, always making sure I looked presentable. We started on the journey with plenty of time to spare. I was getting more and more nervous by the minute, but we didn't talk much. As he pulled up outside the court he leaned over and kissed me. 'Good luck' he said. I'll be waiting round the corner so just give me a call when you are done. Of course, he couldn't come into court due to the Covid regs. 'Have you got your mask?' he asked as I was getting out of the car 'Oh yes, I won't forget that'.

I was kept waiting outside of the building for some time before I was allowed in, Covid regs again! But as soon as I entered I was taken almost immediately into the courtroom, I hadn't expected this, I thought there would be more waiting around. Once in the court room I was told to stand in the dock and when the magistrates appeared I was asked how I would plead 'Guilty or Not Guilty'. 'Guilty' I said. The senior magistrate then asked my solicitor if there was anything to be said in mitigation. He responded by saying that I was a fine upstanding citizen, listing a number of things I had done. He went on to say that this was a one off, totally out of character and brought on by the effects of lockdown. The Magistrates consulted and then asked me to stand.

'Mr Bassett, we have heard what your solicitor has said in mitigation and we accept that you have taken responsibility for your actions by admitting guilt. However, we cannot condone your behaviour in any way which has put members of the public at risk. In addition in the course of your actions you seriously injured a police officer carrying out his lawful duty. It is therefore the opinion of this court that you should go to prison for six months.'

WTF! wake me up, this can't be happening to me! An officer appeared behind me. He told me to put my mask on, then he pulled my hands behind my back and handcuffed me. He led me down some steps and asked me to take off my belt and tie, fortunately I was wearing loafers so had no shoe laces to hand over. He then walked me to a cell and opened the door, I walked in and the door slammed shut. This time for six months! I just didn't know what to think, my life was ruined. What is Greg going to think? Oh Shit!

I was in that cell for most of the day before being transported to prison in one of those large prison vans with several other prisoners. Many looked like they were the sort of people who were in and out of prison all the time. I felt like a fish out of water. Once we arrived at the prison we were unlocked from the small cubicles they keep you locked up in within the van, they call them sweat boxes, because that’s more or less what they are. Small, plastic with only a small window. As we entered the prison one of the guards was yelling at us to get a move on and we did as he said. I for one was scared stiff of him.

Once there we were told to line up while the guard told us some rules and what we were supposed to do. I'm not sure I took any of it in, I still could not comprehend what had just happened. Soon we were taken to some cubicles and told to strip off. I started to take off my clothes and put them into the box that was provided, folding them neatly as I always did. 'Come on lad, we haven't got all day,’ one of the guards said to me. I finally took my boxers off and then I was given a full inspection before being told to bend over and spread my cheeks. I did as I was told and then felt a finger go into my arse. Fuck! This was such a violation. 'Okay, you're clean' he said. then throwing me some clothes he said 'get dressed'. I put on my new attire. Pale blue boxer shorts, nothing like the designer underwear that I had just placed in the box. next a pale blue T-shirt, then grey socks, grey jogging bottoms and a grey sweat shirt. All had been worn before and smelt musty, and none of them was what I would call designer athletic gear. I was then given some beat-up old trainers with Velcro fastenings. I'd always been someone who took pride in his appearance so this new outfit was just horrible. When I looked down at myself I saw clothes that I would never have dreamt of wearing, they were truly horrible. I felt like one of those dropouts you see on the street.

Later we were taken to the induction wing, which is where I arrived about 30 minutes ago, before being assigned to my cell. I guess I will find out tomorrow what induction actually consists of and what the next six months hold in store for me. One thing is for certain, this will change my life forever.

[snelbz]

The Ranch {4}

An A Court of Thorns and Roses, Nesta x Cassian, Modern AU, fanfiction.

Collaboration: @tacmc x @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty

Cassian rode until the sun had gone down, and after he had everything put away and Daisy was in her stall to rest for the night, he was crashing into his cabin, still filled with frustration and anger. Beau jumped off the recliner and met Cassian by the door, tail wagging. 

After kicking off his muddy boots, Cassian grabbed the bottle of bourbon out of his fridge and slumped down into his recliner before putting the cool bottle to his lips. 

As he was out riding Daisy, he felt guilty, at first, for the things he had said to Nesta in the kitchen. He hadn’t been fair, and he knew it. He was pissed, and felt stupid for the entire ordeal, and as usual, he had let out those feelings by way of smartass comments in hopes to get a rise out of her.

It had worked, of course, but a little too well. She had threatened to fire him. He, who had dedicated almost a decade to this ranch, who had put his heart and soul into everything he had done over the last eight years. He loved working the ranch, and she wanted to fire him? Why? Because what they had done was inappropriate.

It was utter bullshit. 

They were both there that night, and she had wanted it every bit as much as he had. He remembered the fire, the longing, in her eyes, the soft whimpers escaping her lips as his tongue explored her body. He hadn’t imagined it. She wanted him, all of him, but then she left.

Inappropriate.

The word rang through him, repeated in his mind, like a fucking joke.

He grabbed his phone and called Azriel. It rang three times before his brother answered with a breathless, “Hello?”

Cassian gave a quick glance to the clock on the microwave, seeing it was 9:58 on a Saturday night. The one night that both Elain and Azriel are off work and together. And have given their families strict instructions not to call unless it was an emergency.

“Shit, fuck, it’s Saturday, y’all are- well, you know I know what you were doing, but I don’t want to say it because then I’ll think about it and-.”

“Cassian,” Azriel laughed, cutting him off. “I’m at the gym.” He laughed again as he heard Cass breath a sigh of relief, but explained before he could ask. “They needed El to work a double in the NICU today so she gets tomorrow off. So maybe don’t call tomorrow, yeah?”

He cleared his throat and scratched at the back of his neck. “Right, sorry about that. This would have been real awkward.”

Az snorted on the other end of the phone and the telltale echo Cass could hear in the background told him he’d made his way into the locker room. “Less awkward than that time you took a buckle bunny back to the room in Houston, didn’t tell me or Rhys, and we walked in right when you were about to-.”

“Okay, yes, less awkward than that,” Cass mumbled, all by himself, but still feeling the tips of his ears burn.

He could hear Azriel’s deep laughter on the other end of the phone and when he returned the phone to his ear, he asked, “So what’s got you so out of sorts that you called me on a Saturday night?”

Cassian debated on giving him a little bit of back story, but he’d seen how they were last night. Maybe Az could try and give him a little insight, since he had successfully figured out one of the Archeron sisters.

“I almost fucked Nesta last night.” There was absolute silence on the other end. Cassian pulled the phone from his ear to make sure he hadn't dropped the call somehow. “Az?”

“Rhys and I will be over in twenty.”

The line went dead and Cassian sighed, looking over at Beau. The pup ran over and licked Cassian’s outstretched hand as he said in a singsong voice, “Dad’s in trouble…”

Beau barked as if to say, Trust me, I know. And the pup’s following grin said, And I can’t wait to watch you get your ass handed to you.

Cassian sighed as he fell back in his recliner and waited - waited for his brothers to come give him hell.

Maybe he deserved hell.

He didn’t know.

He took another gulp from the bottle. 

Beau jumped up on Cassian’s lap and Cassian let out a long string of curses as he almost spilled his bourbon. Beau was a massive puppy and didn’t understand that he wasn’t a lap dog anymore. Cass didn’t have the heart to tell him either.

Beau was still sprawled across Cassian’s lap, getting his belly rubbed, twenty minutes later, when the cabin door was thrown open.

Azriel was still dressed in his sweaty gym clothes. Cassian assumed he had stopped by to pick up Rhys on the way, who was wearing old sweatpants and a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. 

Beau hopped off Cassian, at last, to greet his uncles as Rhysand said, “Feyre says fuck you.”

Cassian blinked. “Wh- you told her?”

Rhysand shrugged, shutting the front door. “I had to let her know where I was going.”

Cassian groaned. “Couldn’t have said you were just coming over for a drink?”

Azriel chuckled as Rhysand said, “I could’ve, but then I couldn’t watch her kick your ass the next time she sees you.”

Cass leaned back in the recliner, covering his face with his hands. The words were muffled as he said, “She would have figured out a reason to anyways, she always does.”

He heard the couch next to him groan as one of his brothers sat down, but Rhys’ voice came from the kitchen when she replied. “Yeah, but now I don’t have to get my ass kicked when she finds out that I knew, and didn’t tell her.”

Cass moved his hands away to see Azriel shaking his head as he threw his sweaty tennis shoes across the room. Beau immediately chased them to the corner, but a whistle from Cassian had him begrudgingly trotting back to his place on the floor in front of the recliner. He flopped down with a huff.

Azriel, deciding to no longer beat around the bush, asked, “Dude, what the hell? You said you two couldn’t even be in the same room without wanting to scream at each other when you called me the day before yesterday.”

Cassian leaned forward and dropped his head into his hands. “I don’t know, I just- she just gets under my skin.”

“She’s Nesta Archeron,” Rhysand announced, finally appearing from the small kitchen. There was a bottle of cheap whiskey in one hand and three glasses in the other. “The Cauldron made her with the sole purpose of getting under people’s skin.”

“Rhys,” Azriel warned.

He placed the contents on the small table between the couch and recliner and held up his hands in surrender. “Now, Cassian, because you’ve chosen to make yet another stupid decision, and because the three of us chose to make that stupid pact at seventeen-years-old, we’re here to be miserable with you.” He cracked the seal and put the plastic bottle of liquor to his lips, the burn of the alcohol damn near painful. He handed the bottle to Cass and he blew out a harsh breath and shook his head.

He happily took it and chugged much more than most humans typically would. When he put the bottle down and opened his eyes, Azriel and Rhysand were watching him.

Azriel let out a low whistle. “You’re in worse shape than I thought.”

“I talked to her about it this afternoon, too,” Cassian said, head already feeling light. “It didn’t go well.”

“Did you….expect it to?” Rhysand asked, brows raised as they passed around the bottle.

Cassian didn’t reply. He didn’t have a good answer. Yes, he had, but he wasn’t sure why.

“Well,” Azriel went on, clearing his throat. “We’re here to take your mind off of it.”

“Drink,” Rhysand said, handing the bottle to Cassian, once more. He did, but not quite as deeply as the first. “And start at the beginning.”

Cassian handed the bottle back to him. “You both may want to start drinking, too,” he said, closing his eyes and reclining back in the chair.

Rhys did as he was told, but Azriel asked, “And why’s that?”

“Because it all started with me walking into the kitchen in the main house to find her perky, little ass up in the air, in the tightest pair of jeans shorts I've ever seen, and ended with her legs wrapped around my waist and her tits in my mouth, against that wall.” Cassian gestured towards the doorway, eyes still closed.

He heard two more heavy swallows.

“I assume something happened between those two moments,” Azriel muttered. 

Cassian kept his eyes closed as he said, “I blame the alcohol.”

“Bullshit,” Rhysand said, the couch creaking as he shifted his weight. “Your alcohol tolerance is impressive, to say the least.” 

“We did run into each other, literally, after our shower yesterday afternoon,” Cassian muttered. “That didn’t help.”

A pause, then Azriel said, “Our? As in...together?”

Cassian opened his eyes just to roll them. “No. She was getting ready in the main house, too, I didn’t know.”

Rhysand gave him a knowing look.

“I didn’t know,” Cassian repeated, words clipped. 

“Alright, alright,” Rhysand mumbled, laughing quietly as he took the bottle from Azriel. “Not to mention that you drove her to and from the bar last night.”

“We came back here, I invited her in,” he went on, taking the bottle from Rhysand and fiddling with the label. “We drank a little, got to know each other a little… She wanted it.”

“You think every woman wants to fuck you,” Rhysand said, as Cassian took a sip of whiskey.

He leaned forward, setting the bottle on the side table and rested his knees on his hands. “Yeah, well, when you’re playing Twenty Questions, and someone says ‘If given the chance, would you fuck me’, what the hell would you think?”

They were both quiet.

“She...asked you that?” Azriel asked, reaching across Rhys for the bottle.

“Swear on my mother’s grave.” Cassian stood up and began pacing in front of the television. “Gods, I tried to fucking not, too. I took the drink instead of answering the question and then I left her out here.” He ran a hand through his hair, pulling it free from the tie it’d been in all day. “I went back into my room and I was going to let her leave and give her some bullshit story about getting sick or something this morning whenever I saw her.” He paused and looked over at that empty recliner, looked at where she’d been sitting just a night ago. “But then I thought, what if I don’t get this chance again? This woman, she’s all that I’ve thought about for the last three days and I just…”

Cassian trailed off and Azriel, without looking away from his brother, nudged Rhys’ arm. “I think we might need that second bottle you left out in the truck.”

“Yeah,” Rhysand said, blinking, before hauling ass out of the cabin. He came back a minute later, with an unopened bottle, as Cassian continued to pace in his little living room.

“Okay,” Rhysand said, settling back into the couch and twisting open the bottle. “Continue.”

Cassian sighed, running a hand, frustratingly, through his hair. “It got a little out of control, for a while...things were getting heated….really fucking heated. Then, she heard my phone vibrate, thanks to you assholes, and I wasn’t going to get it, because, obviously, my phone was the last thing on my mind, but then she kept telling me to answer the fucking phone, so I did.” The words rushed out of him, and as he took another step, he swayed, then cursed. “I looked at the texts, quickly, then when I looked over my shoulder, the front door was open and she was gone.”

“Shit,” Azriel muttered, Rhysand nodded. “She didn’t say anything?”

Cass scooped the near empty bottle from the table and slumped back into the chair. Beau sat up and rested his head on Cassian’s knee. He scratched behind his ear and shook his head, putting his lips to the bottle. He drained the rest of it.

“Should I offer you this before I ask how this morning went?” Rhys asked, extending his hand.

Cassian again shook his head, but stood up and made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a few bottled waters. Didn’t matter if he got shitfaced drunk tonight, he’d still have to be up with the sun to start his day. He sat back down and handed the other two bottles to his brothers.

“It wasn’t this morning, it was about, oh,” he glanced at the clock again. “Three hours ago, give or take.” He took a swig from the cool bottle and set it down. “I gave her space, all day, so she could come up with whatever excuse she wanted, and then when I finally run into her, she’s in this extravagant fucking kitchen, cooking the most delicious looking damn steak I’ve ever seen, and the sun was lighting up her eyes and…” Cass reached for the whiskey again. “She said, it was inappropriate.”

“So she apologized?” Azriel asked, clearly confused.

“Fuck, no, us, what we did, that was inappropriate.” Cassian sighed and dragged a hand down his face. “She says since she’s ‘technically my boss’, we can’t.”

A look of understanding passed between them both.

“What?” Cass asked, noticing the two of them.

“Absolutely not,” was all Azriel said, when Rhys turned to look at him.

Rhys said, “If he’s getting into this thing, he needs to-.”

“Okay, but he’s clearly not getting into it, since Nesta shut him down. I don’t know about you, but I like my balls being-.”

“Oh, shut up, you aren’t even engaged yet, you think you’ll have it bad?”

“Hey!” Cassian said, loudly. They both looked at him. “Someone wanna tell me what the hell you’re talking about?”

Rhysand looked at Azriel. “You brought it up.”

“Fuck you,” he mumbled under his breath, but sighed and looked at Cass. “You didn’t hear this from us and if Elain or Feyre ask, you sure as shit didn’t hear this from us.” Cassian, eyebrows raised, nodded. Azriel looked at Rhys one more time and when he gestured for him to go on, Az sighed. “Nesta nearly got kicked out of the most prestigious culinary institute in France for having an affair with her instructor.”

Cassian stilled.

No one said a word as Cassian stared at Azriel. Even Beau could sense the tension, as he whined quietly, breaking the silence. 

“Sorry, what?” Cassian asked, at last. 

“Happened a few years ago, at the end of her final semester,” Azriel continued, slowly, cautiously. “She was of age, of course, and he was in his late-twenties. She was in love with him, apparently, but when the board found out...well, it didn’t go well. She had to beg and plead to be allowed to finish school and receive her diploma, and she obviously broke it off with the guy, too. And, considering you are technically under her employment…”

Cassian opened his mouth to protest, but nothing came out. It suddenly all made sense - at least, it made more sense than it had hours before. 

And he had been a complete dick to her, then. 

“Fuck,” Rhysand breathed, “you look like you’re about to puke.”

Azriel slowly rose to his feet and hurried into the kitchen. He came back to the living room with the garbage can, and tentatively set it down in front of Cassian. 

Who still wasn’t saying a word.

“Dude, do you think you should-.”

The sound of retching is all that could be heard in the small cabin.

“Oh shit!” Rhys cried, jumping back into the seat Azriel had just vacated as Cassian emptied the contents of his stomach into the trash can.

He coughed, bracing his hands on the edges of the can. “I’m a piece of shit.”

Rhys mumbled, “Well…”

“Rhys, shut the fuck up.” Azriel said, and handed Cass his water bottle. “Cass, you’re not a piece of shit.”

He groaned, and fell down to the floor as he opened the water bottle and took slow sips.

He should go apologize to Nesta.

But he also knew he had no right to do so. Even if he tried, she probably wouldn’t give him the time of day. 

And he didn’t blame her.

His head was pounding, his stomaching rolling. He closed his eyes and put his face into his hands. 

“I need to go to bed,” he muttered, talking into his hands.

Azriel whistled for Beau, who was instantly by his side. He then walked to the front door and let the pup out for his last potty break of the night. 

“Go get cleaned up. I’ll let Beau in and lock the door behind us.” Azriel leaned beside the wall next to the door and smiled.

Cassian nodded and stood, stumbling back toward the bathroom. He flipped Rhys off as he went.

The second he flipped on the bathroom light he cringed. His eyes were glazed, his eyelids heavy. After grabbing a rag and drenching it in water, he wiped off his face then brushed his teeth. As soon as he walked out into the hall and into his bedroom, he was falling into his bed. He could hear Beau running through the living room, his tail was wagging as he jumped up next to Cassian on his mattress.

Azriel was scolding Rhysand as they walked out. The last thing Cassian heard him say before they shut the front door was, Way to be a prick, dickwad. 

Once Cassian was left alone in the silence, though, his guilt only worsened.

He laid there, listening to his ceiling fan rotate and running his hand down Beau’s belly, and he groaned.

He should text her, tell her that he was sorry for being a dick and-.

He didn’t even have her fucking number.

For a split second, he considered going to her house, apologizing, kissing her, he hadn’t decided yet. But then he realized what a stupid idea that was, and likely to get him fired.

So he laid there, room spinning around him as fast as the fan above him, and waited for the sunrise.

[buck-nialled]

Undertow - S. Mendes (III)

CH III: A Cheeseball Connection

Chapter I, Chapter II

Shawn maintained a relaxed demeanor as he entered the mall behind Y/N. Truthfully, he felt incredibly out of his element. The only shopping he participates in takes place at the local food markets or surf shops lining the way to the beaches. Since his younger sister obtained her driver’s license the only motive for driving to the shopping center diminished without objection from Shawn or Aaliyah.

“Any idea where to go?” Brian leans over and whispers to Shawn as the door swings closed behind them. Y/N stood in front of them, still attempting to disguise herself in one of Shawn’s many shirts and jeans with a belt secured to its tightest notch.

“No clue.” He sighs, gazing at the building’s interior alongside Y/N. “I guess we could start with...undergarments,” Shawn suggested awkwardly through his teeth. Brian quirked an eyebrow skeptically in his friend’s direction.

“Yeah...this was a bad idea. Call her.” Connor instructs, now earning a look of confusion from Shawn.

The boy obeys anyway, digging his phone from the pocket of his shorts. “Who?”

“You know who.” Heaving a breath, Shawn hesitantly enters the digits he had memorized by heart and brings the phone to his ear.

“Hey, Liyah. Are you busy today? I need your help with something.” Shawn bites his lip, pausing momentarily. “It’s a...shopping emergency.” He grimaces.

His sister arrived quickly considering the drive she would have to make from his family’s house. Shawn wonders if she drove the speed limit but wouldn’t be surprised if she surpassed it a few miles, or ten. The mall could be considered Aaliyah’s haven, after all. When she met her brother’s eyes, she nearly sprinted over to the table the three had occupied at the food court.

“I’m so glad you called! What is it this time? Ditching plaid, closet restocks-” she takes a deep inhale, staring up at her older brother in awe. “Are you finally getting a haircut?”

Shawn does not try to shield the offense taking over his face. He grumbled a quick, “no” and motioned toward Y/N who was sitting beside him.

“This is Y/N, she--”

“Oh my gosh! You’re the girl from the news. The one who washed up.” Aaliyah interrupted, aiming a stern finger in Y/N’s direction. “I’m so sorry you had to deal with that…”

“That’s okay...amnesia is rough but I'm getting through."

"Oh no," the girl shakes her head, now aiming a finger at Shawn. "I meant dealing with my brother. I don't know how you do it." She whispers the last bit to Y/N, whose lips quirk up afterward.

"Anyways..." Shawn cuts in, glaring at his sibling. "We called because Y/N needs some new clothes."

"Shawn and Connor tell me you’re an expert,” Y/N adds. A grin stretches upon Aaliyah's face at the high praise.

“Anybody can be a fashion expert next to these two.” She jutted a thumb towards the two boys, who were not any less insulted than before. “But yes, I do have quite the taste. Come on, I know just where to go!” Before anybody could object, Aaliyah was beckoning Y/N from her seat and pulling her into one of the nearby stores. The two boys try keeping up with their violent pace of steps. Right as they reached the entrance, Aaliyah held up a hand to stop them.

“Uh-uh. You guys can’t come.” Folding her arms, Aaliyah stands in the doorway to the store.

“Why not? If I’m paying I should--”

“Uh...dude.” Connor elbows him, eyes flickering to something behind his sister and Y/N. Shawn follows Connor’s gaze, finding a mannequin donning close to nothing but a thin, lacy pair of underwear and brassiere with similar color and fabric. Gulping, Shawn nods in understanding and steps backward.

“Fine,” he mutters, digging his card from his wallet and stretching it out for Aaliyah to grab excitedly. “Don’t go crazy, and keep checking your phone if I text you--”

“Yeah, yeah.” His sister only waves him off, pocketing the plastic and giggling with anticipation as she dragged Y/N further into the store. The two boys wander off to the food court to satisfy their growing hunger and impatience, leaving Y/N beneath Aaliyah’s watch.

“Alright, what’s your color?” The younger asks, looking towards Y/N expectantly.

“My...my what?”

“Your color. You know, the color of clothes that compliments you best? You have to own something in your color.”

“I-I’m not sure if I know...my color.” Aaliyah hums, perusing all of the hues and tones strung around them on display.

“Well, I think blue would suit you well…” She pokes through the different sets and items of clothing, before retrieving something worth trying on. “Here, what do you think of this?” Her grin and motioning hand told Y/N she should be smiling and nodding along with her. But she could not help but be confused by the fabric.

“It looks a little...lacking.” She pinches the underwear between her fingers, studying how the front patch dwindles into a piece of string. “Where’d the rest of it go?”

“The-the rest of what?” Aaliyah perches her eyebrows. “This is all of it.”

“Oh…” Y/N responds in a hushed tone. “Is there something a little more…” She eyes the lace, thinking how effortlessly it could be ripped.

“I get what you mean.” Aaliyah doesn’t let her finish and shoves the thong back into its rightful place. While walking to a different section of the store, she calls to Y/N, “Come on, grandma, there’s some boyshorts right over here.”

After successfully compiling a few pairs of undergarments (and allowing Aaliyah to slide one slightly promiscuous set into her hand) the two girls made their way to the register. After scanning each item and informing them of their total, Y/N tilted her head at the familiar term. Dollars, she thought to herself, I have some of those.

“You take dollars?” she quips, in shock that land-walkers use the same currency.

“Yes ma’am, we do,” the associate replies warily.

“Oh, great!” Y/N cheers, reaching up to her ears and unclipping the jewelry. After successfully removing both of the tiny sand dollars occupying her earlobes, she sets them down onto the counter, ignoring Aaliyah’s bemused expression. “Will this cover it?” Appalled, the woman behind the register lets out a snort a few moments later.

“Oh, sure. In Atlantis!” Her tone morphed into something sour, making Y/N frown. “Sorry, ladies. Not gonna work.”

“She’s just kidding around,” Aaliyah chuckles, cheeks turning red. “I have a card--”

“Please, allow me.” A gentleman steps between the two girls with a black card in his grip. His smile was charming, voice smooth. And Aaliyah was not one to object to free clothes. “Thank you.” Aaliyah sends a polite smile his way, before turning to Y/N and nodding her head at him. She got the clue and thanked him similarly as he swiped his card in the machine.

“Of course, every girl should feel like a princess.” The sentence sounded innocent to the average pedestrian’s ears, but Y/N caught a sinister hiss beneath it. No more words were exchanged between the group and soon, the two girls ventured out of the store with bags in hand. Aaliyah retrieved her phone to message Shawn, alerting him that he and Connor could join them somewhere.

“Okay, I just told them to meet us at--” She looked up and paused, eyeing Y/N carefully.

“What?”

“You’re earrings. You left them on the counter.” She realizes, turning back to the shop they had just left.

“Oh,” Y/N spoke, bringing her hand to one of her empty ears. The absence of the sand dollars in both was further proof of her forgotten treasures. “That’s alright. They weren’t that important.” She shrugs. At the very least, the lack of the sea creatures on her ears would make tracing her down more difficult. Leaving behind a pair of earrings she could easily craft again was the least of her worries.

“I still can’t believe you tried paying with sand dollars.” Aaliyah’s giggles ricocheted off of the tiled floors of the mall as the two continued walking to their next destination. Y/N only shrugged, joining Aaliyah in her laughter.

“They didn’t specify.”

The two girls eventually faded from the man’s sight, caught up in laughter, and enthusiastic for the next shop, which Aaliyah promised held much less revealing options.

“Sir? Sir,” the associate repeated. Finally, the man’s head snapped back to face her, ice-cold eyes and pale skin staring her down in question. “Huh?”

“Your receipt,” she spoke gently, tearing the strip of paper from the machine and proffering it to him. He takes it without uttering a word of thanks, eyes darting down to the minuscule sand dollars abandoned on the counter. Prior to turning and exiting the establishment, he swipes the earrings too. As he continues his stroll through the building, he finds himself chuckling much like Y/N and Aaliyah did moments before. His pale hand, clenched in a fist unravels before his eyes while he studies the two sand dollars. The same kind Tertis’s daughter always adorned.

“How is this for a trace?” He mutters to himself, a proud feeling of vengeance swirling in his chest. His moment of gratification is interrupted once his phone begins chiming. He buries the jewelry back into his pockets with a sigh and exchanges them for the call.

“Hello, son!” He answers begrudgingly, not wanting to lose track of Y/N and her new friend, whom he assumes is her new host on land.

“Hey, dad. Hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.” the boy greets, afraid his father would reprimand him again. Oftentimes his dad never picked up the phone. Whenever he did get an answer, a scolding was always waiting for him on the other line. Ripley was always private about his business trips, to his wife and son who awaited him on shore, every detail of his occupation was confidential. Ripley was surprised himself to not be caught and charged for treason and reprimanded himself in the beginning for starting an affair with the land-walker he now dubbed the love of his life. But he was charmed by her otherworldly aura the moment he met her. It was a force unstoppable to both of them.

“No, Wes. You’re alright,” he sighs. “But I must go soon for a meeting. Was there something you needed to tell me?” Wesley knew the real question: is what you have to say important? Judging past calls between the father and son, anything Wesley had to say was never of utmost importance or urgency to his father. And though he desperately wanted to spill the news to his father of a girl he had met on the beach just the other day and the miraculous story of how she washed ashore with amnesia, his hopes to gain his father’s interest through this modern meet-cute story were little to none.

“No, that’s alright. Just...call me when you’re free?” Wesley questions.

“I will,” Ripley confirms, despite never even living up to that promise. “Tell your mother I said hello and to stay safe. I’ll be home before you know it.”

“Ooh, this is pretty,” Shawn commented as he pulled a shirt out of one of the many shopping bags placed around his room. Aaliyah went overboard in his opinion, buying more than the basic necessities for Y/N, but at least Y/N had more than his old hoodies to wear.

Y/N hummed as she looked up from where she was folding a few pairs of jeans. “Yeah, Aaliyah has good taste.”

Shawn chuckled, obviously very aware of his sister’s shopping obsession. “She would live at the mall if she could.”

“I think she snagged some clothes for herself while we were there.”

“That wouldn’t surprise me.” They both laughed and returned to taking out and folding the numerous garments.

I could never get tired of that laugh, Shawn thought to himself as he stole another glance at the girl across the room. It was nice to hear someone laughing that wasn’t Brian or Connor (or Wesley whenever he beat Shawn in a competition).

It took them about an hour to take the tags off of everything and set up the little cubby contraption Shawn found in his closet for Y/N to put her stuff in. Neither of them were very good at putting things together, especially considering that Y/N had never seen a screwdriver in her life and wasted five minutes trying to figure out what it was used for before Shawn helped her.

“You land walkers are weird,” she commented at one point, doing her best to get the tiny screw in the right spot so she could twist it in.  

“Says the mermaid with legs,” Shawn shot back, earning a playful punch from Y/N.

“You say to the girl who saved your life.”

“I could’ve saved myself,” he claimed, dropping the screw he picked up a second ago to cross his arms in an attempt to look intimidating.

“Sure didn’t seem like that,” Y/N said, looking at Shawn with the utmost confidence. “You saved my life. Oh, strange girl, you’re my hero. It’s too bad I can’t use my surfing skills to woo you now.” She pretended to faint, opening one eye and grinning at the unamused look on the face of the boy beside her.

“You’re just asking for this,” was all he said before attacking her sides with wiggling fingers. Y/N screeched with laughter.

“Shawn! S-stop!” She rolled around violently on the floor, trying her best to get away from the torturous sensation. “Please!” His slender fingers dancing across her hips made her breath hitch and filled her stomach with a tumbling, foreign feeling. Her organs were tying themselves in knots but wanted to unravel at the same time, and this blissful rush of adrenaline--she has never experienced something like it--coursed through her veins like a race track.

“Never!” Her giggles were once again music to his ears. He leaned down closer to her face and Y/N could see the mischievous glint in his eyes. His fingers slowed so she could catch her breath, face so close that if he leaned in just a little more, their lips would touch. His hands grabbed hold of her arms, pinning them to the ground with little effort.  

“Your eyes are pretty,” he muttered, eyes locked on the swirl of color in her irises. The aqua rings surrounding her pupils glinted, resembling that of dawn’s rays shining across the seas.

“Your hair is curly.”

“What?”

“I thought we were stating facts.” She smiled and he couldn’t help but chuckle. His head dropped to her neck, curls tickling her chin.

“You just ruined it.”

“Ruined what?”

“The moment.”

“Moment?” she asked. “You mercilessly attacked me--”

“Tickled.”

“--tickled me, then said ‘you have pretty eyes.’” The dopiness of her voice made Shawn roll his eyes.

“Well at least I have a romantic bone-”

The door whipped open and both their heads snapped over to see Connor standing in the doorway, a look of utter confusion present on his face.

“What in the world is happening here?” He stepped over the various tools in his path to the two. “I heard screaming and then silence so I assumed Shawn tried to murder you but now I’m finding him sitting on top of you like he’s about to either kiss or choke you.”

Both their cheeks went red at his comment, Shawn scrambling off Y/N and onto his feet. Y/N sat up, pulling her hoodie down to cover her stomach.

“It’s nothing, Connor. We’re just playing around like friends, which you wouldn’t know about since you don’t have any of those.”

“Ooh, burn,” Y/N said, high-fiving the hand Shawn held out towards her. “He taught me that today.” She smiles gleefully at Connor.

“Yeah, yeah. Just try to not sound like you’re dying, alright? I’m not going to care enough to check and make sure you’re alive next time.” He left without another word, pulling the door shut behind him.

“I’m tired of trying to put this together. Snack break?” Shawn suggested, holding out a hand for Y/N to pull herself up with.

“I’m in,” she replied, taking his hand and standing up.

They were almost to the kitchen when Shawn stopped abruptly, causing Y/N to bump into him.

“Don’t you want to wear some of your new clothes?” He turned around to face her.

“Do you want me to?”

“No, I just figured you wouldn’t want to stay in an old and kinda nasty hoodie all day.”

“It’s comfortable so it’s not bothering me. I’ll give it back later” She shrugged nonchalantly and walked around him, opening a few cabinets in search of some food. Shawn melted at her words. A girl wearing his clothes? What kind of dream was this? “Where do you guys keep the snacks?”

“Here.” He opened a cabinet on the other side, leaving Y/N in awe of the sheer amount of food piled in it. “And...you can keep the hoodie. It looks good on you.”

“What even is this?” She pulled out a transparent cylinder of cheeseballs, slightly disgusted yet amazed at how orange the little balls were.

“You’ve never had cheeseballs before?” His mouth dropped open, surprised anyone could be deprived of what he considered to be the best snack on the planet. Granted, she had spent the majority of her life below the surface, but Shawn wouldn’t even let that be a valid excuse for never experiencing such a delicious snack.

“It’s so orange.” She opened the top and sniffed. “And it smells weird. Is it good?”

“I have so much to teach you,” Shawn said as he took the jug from her hands, guiding her to the table to give her what he would consider the experience of a lifetime.

One hour and one half-eaten plastic bucket of cheese balls later, Y/N and Shawn sat across from one another at the small table, fingertips, and tongues coated in orange, cheese-flavored dust.

Shawn’s phone began ringing erratically with a shrill tone, causing Y/N to flinch. After retrieving it from his pocket, he sighed and announced, “Shoot! I forgot I had work today.” Many human words were still unfamiliar to Y/N, but work must be a universal term people loathe everywhere. Even in Atlantis, she grew up learning to hate the term. Especially these last few months while preparing for the wedding was when hearing it became intolerable.

Work on your smile!

You better work on that posture young lady! No queen of Atlantis swims down the aisle with a slouch.

How about working more on that attitude instead of those silly little daydreams of yours. Your future is down here, not up in the clouds!

Oh, how things change. “You should come with me,” Shawn offers with a smile. “I could show you around the market, introduce you to some friends. We also need some more groceries." He knew he was growing too attached to this new friend of his. What is the point of having her build acquaintances if she will disappear in a few days? This coping mechanism--and slight manipulation--of getting her accustomed to the human world was wrong in so many ways, he knew. Especially now that she was deemed a criminal by her people in Atlantis, it is only a matter of time that she would be swept away from him. The forces pulling the two apart were undeniable.

But so was Shawn’s attraction to her gleaming eyes and salty tendrils. The laughter he wanted to make his new alarm belonged solely to her and he was damn selfish to keep it beside him all of the time. But as far as he could tell, Y/N nodding her head eagerly with a beaming set of teeth showed no objection on her part.

“I’ll go put clothes on! I mean...different clothes.” Her airy giggles and the light pattering of her footsteps imbibed Shawn’s senses once more, and suddenly it was like he was underwater with her himself.

“Dude, hey.” Connor’s fingers snapped incessantly before Shawn’s face until the boy shook his head, blinking up at his friend.

“You alright?” Shawn brought a hand up to rest his cheek in, setting his elbow on the table as his eyes wandered back over to Y/N’s--their--no, his bedroom door.

“Yeah…” It was the least convincing response Connor witnessed to date, resulting in a long sigh and a comforting grip against Shawn’s shoulder.

“I know she’s a great girl and all, but she told us she’s not planning--”

Shawn refused to let him finish. “I know…” The real irony was that Connor barely knew the whole truth himself, compared to the intel Y/N gave Shawn days prior. So far, the point she made of people “hunting her down” had proven useless. But Shawn wasn’t complaining. He hopes things will stay that way.

“I’m ready! Oh, are you coming with us?” Y/N reapproaches the table excitedly seeing Connor standing beside Shawn. Connor glanced back to Shawn, who was already enraptured by the sight of her, yet again. It is a look so much brighter than he had ever seen take over his best friend’s face, and he is beginning to believe the girl who rescued Shawn from the water might have taken first place over surfing.

“No, I think I’m gonna stay in. You two have fun, though,” Connor says, before returning to his bedroom and closing the door. Shawn saw right through his friend’s scheming and made a mental note to thank him later on. Y/N, however, stood oblivious, and studied the bucket of orange orbs still on the table before asking:

“Shawn, does the market have cheeseballs?” A wide grin breaks out on the boy’s face.

“I’m sure we can find some.”

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