#maybe involve him getting caught and really dial it up

[irfrenchfries]

Ford @forduary week 3 (portal Ford let’s goooo) I really wanted to do a piece of Ford earning his wanted poster. So here we go- Ford stealing parts from a space ship for the quantum destabilizer.

[Image description: digital art of Ford from Gravity Falls in his portal era, with a black hood pulled over his head and a small flashlight held between his teeth. He's pulling wires out of a panel on the side of a saucer-style UFO, looking nervously over his shoulder. He seems to be in some kind of alien hangar, with a red light emanating from above the door. End description.]

[mimisplayground]

Jealous Jealous Jealous Boy ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

Tags: Hookups, Jealous Toji, Rough Sex, Dumbification, all fully consented!!, Orgasm denial briefly, dacryphilia, Mean Toji

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Toji Fushiguro was a lot of things.

A womanizer.

A sleaze.

A bum.

And most importantly to you, a great fuck.

Which was really all you cared about, if you had to think about it. When he was behind you, and his pace was downright cruel, you found yourself caring very little about the rest of the things that Toji was.

Because out of the two men you kept on speed dial for a quick hook up, Toji was certainly the one you frequented most. His thrusts bordered onto brutal and the huffs and groans he made when you two were fucking like dogs in heat, it was nothing short of pure bliss in your opinion.

And there was rarely any real talking involved. Small words exchanged before he would demolish you and then leave. The other hook up was better at talking. But you really shouldn’t be thinking about that guy. Speak of the devil and all of that.

Though, you had a feeling the real devil was the man behind you, when you caught a glimpse of the frown on his face as he stared at your now ringing phone. And yeah, maybe “Quick Hookup #2” wasnt the most discreet name, but how were you supposed to know you would have to be discreet on your own phone? The glare Toji had was deadly, and his thrusts had completely stopped.

A silence overtook the room at that point, the phone finally finished ringing before a ding spiked through the silence. You hear Toji hum to himself, reading off the text in his head before his voice, with a cruel tone to it, read it out loud. “Had fun last night babe, wanna link again tonight…” he finished off like it was just something in the news.

You quickly go to crawl away, caught off guard by the hand that pushes you down, and stayed firm on your back. “Why you runnin’ away, babe?” His voice downright murderous and you could only let out what could be described as a squeak in response.

When your silence rang out, Toji laughed. An insincere, mean, and angry laugh. And when his hips snapped forward and you let out a harsh wail at the unexpected movement, the laugh turned to more of a growl.

“Now you wanna make a noise,” He huffs, your phone abandoned and both hands gripping your hips harshly “now that I’m fucking you the way you needed, ain’t that right slut?” His words are cruel and his thrusts are even crueler. Your moans and sobs are echoing through the room, barely able to get louder than the slapping of skin.

The room smelled of sex and sweat and you couldn’t possibly think straight, nothing could fix the almost broken babble streaming out of your mouth. Small and pitiful pleas of “sorry” “didn’t mean it” “gonna cum” and indecipherable babble between it. A tiny please peaking through some of the rambling if you listened hard enough.

“Oh you’re sorry? Sorry but you’re still begging for this dick, fucking whore.” He grunts out, his grip getting tight enough that you could expect bruises there in the morning. And right as you were at the peak, teetering that edge, he stopped.

You let out a broken sob, pleading for him to continue before your phone was held in front of your face, with “Quick Hookup #2” pulled up on your phone in your contacts. “Block ‘em. Or I’ll quit fucking you right now.” Toji said firmly, letting your hands grasp the phone and fumble with it, dropping it once or twice before finally managing to click the block button.

When your phone was pulled from your hands, you let out a sigh of relief as the thrusts picked up again. “If I ever find out you go fucking someone else again, I’ll kill them and fuck you so hard you’ll forget your own name.” He huffed, and then the brutal thrusts started again, and his skin slapped against yours. And even as you reached your peak this time, he didn’t stop.

He fucked you through your first orgasm and sent you hurdling straight towards a second one, dismissing your twitches to get away in favor of your pleads for more coming from your mouth.

And that night you learned something else about Toji Fushiguro that you never knew before.

He was an extremely jealous man.

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I HOPE YOU ALL LOVED IT!! DIFFERENT FROM WHAT IVE WRITTEN BUT STILL!! HOPE IT WAS AMAZING!! TELL ME IF U WANT MORE!!

[samandcolbyownme]

PART ONE

Summary: Anon request - "omg wait. request idea for sam and colby as ghostface smut :0 like billy loomis and stu macher OG ghostface"

Warnings: This one shot will contain smut and gore. There will be talk of death, murder, suicide, and blood, along with forceful acts such as choking, gagging, hair pulling, stabbing, and other malicious acts. The smut parts of this will contain, semi forceful actions, unprotected sex, fingering, hair pulling, choking, knife play, oral (both), double penetration, dirty talk, and f i l t h

Disclaimer: I'm putting my own twist on this. There will be references from the original Scream, but I am going to make it a tad more modern and my own and make it so instead of SnC wanting to kill y/n, they're going after a specific group of people from one particular event that involved y/n and of course, wanting y/n all to themselves.

Side note: Italics are when Sam and/or Colby are in ghostface mode.

Word count: 25.9K but I had to break it into two parts due to tumblr's character limit. The link to part two will be at the end of this.

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"You call, Sam." Colby says pushing the phone into his chest, "I need to make this little bitch suffer for what he did to her."

"We gotta keep it clean, Colby." Sam looks up at him, "I'm just as pissed about this as you are, but more or less, we can't afford to get caught."

Colby scoffs, "You're going to sit there and tell me that you don't want to rip his guts out for forcing y/n into something she obviously didn't want to do?"

You unknowingly, and drunkenly told Sam and Colby about what happened at the party you went to without them. You told them about  Levi McCallum forced himself onto you while his two other friends and Nina, his girlfriend watched, and that didn't sit right with either of them.

No one gets to hurt their girl and have zero consequence.

Over the last month, Sam and Colby have been plotting, in secret. Trying to find out just what to do exactly, which didn't take them long at all, and tonight, Nina and Levi are first to be crossed off the list.

Sam's anger boils as he thinks about what you went through, quickly turning infuriated, "Fuck them. They need to die."

"There we go." Colby grips Sam's shoulder, shaking him gently, "We're doing this for her."

"For her." Sam takes a deep breath and looks over at an older car coming up the long dirt road, "There he is. Good luck, brother."

Colby slips his gloves on, getting out as he grabs his mask from the dash, "Good luck, brother."

Colby disappears into the woods as Sam pulls out the burner, dialing the number to Nina's house. He listens to it ring before pulling the voice changer up to his lips as Nina answers with a mellow, "Hello?"

"Why don't you want to talk to me?" Sam asks in the raspy changed voice.

"Who is this?" Nina asks confused.

"Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." Sam rests his head back against the seat of the car as she declines, "um, I don't think so."

Sam hears her shaking something in the background, "What is that? That noise you're making."

"Popcorn." She says with a slight laugh and Sam rolls his eyes, "I only eat popcorn at the movies."

"I actually am going to put a movie on, my boyfriend.." she emphasizes, "Is coming over to watch it with me."

"You like scary movies? What's your favorite?"  Sam asks, trying to buy Colby more time to get Levi restrained.

"Oh, um, I don't know. I guess I never really thought about it." She sighs, "Probably Halloween? Maybe. The one with the guy in the white mask that kills the babysitters on Halloween."

"Uh huh." Sam nods to himself, looking around as he quietly gathers his tools.

"What's yours?"  She asks, surprising Sam by keeping the conversation going.

"Guess."

"Nightmare on Elm Street?"

"Didn't that guy have knives for fingers? Freddy Krueger?"

Sam knows all about horror movies, as does Colby, thanks to you. You're always making them watch a different movie or series, especially around Halloween time.

"Yeah, him. The first one was alright, but the rest just absolutely sucked." She clicks the lock and Sam sits up slightly.

"So you said boyfriend, is it anything serious?"

"Why?" She laughs with a flirty tone, "You want to take me out on a date?" 

He rolls his eyes, "Maybe. All you gotta do is tell me your name."

"Why do you want to know my name?" She giggles and Sam's demeanor darkens, his anger taking over, "Cause I wanna know who I'm looking at."

She goes quiet, the tone in her voice drops to scared, "W-What did you just say?"

"Because I want to know who I'm talking to."

"That's not.. that's not what you said." Nina goes around looking out the windows and Sam squeezes the phone, "What did you think I said, then?"

She flicks the back light on, catching Sam's attention, "What?"

She doesn't say anything, so he asks again, "Hello?"

"I-I.. look.. I gotta go."  Nina flicks the light off and Sam quietly gets ready to get out, "Wait, no. I thought you said we were going to go out."

"Nah, I don't think I want to. Creep." She hangs up as Sam tells her not to hang up. The call ends and he gets out, quickly disappearing into the woods to make his way up to the house.

He sees Colby holding onto Levi with a knife pressed against his throat. Sam slips his mask on, bringing the phone back up to his ear and slipping the voice changer into his mask, calling Nina again.

He watches her through the window, seeing her stop as she stares at the phone before answering, "What the fuck do you want?"

"I told you not to hang up on me."

"What do you want, then? Huh?" She asks slightly frantic, "Huh?"

"I told you. I just want to talk."

"About what? What could you possibly want to talk to me about?" Nina runs a hand over her face, on the verge of tears.

"About what happened at that party two months ago."

"Call someone else. I'm done." She hangs up and that's when Sam moves up to help get Levi in the pool chair, duct taping his hands behind his back.

His yelling is muffled through the several pieces of tape keeping his mouth closed.

Colby grips his throat, squeezing until his eyes roll back and he's not making any noise. Sam taps Colby, indicating to let him go, that he needs to be alive for Nina to see him die.

Sam makes his way around the house, quietly getting in through the one window she didn't have locked before calling again.

"Listen asshole." Nina screams into the phone and Sam cuts her off, anger dripping from his words, "You listen to me you little bitch, you hang up on me again and I swear to god I'll gut you like a fish."

She doesn't say anything and the feeling of power takes over Sam, chuckling slightly, "Yeah."

"Is this a joke?" She whimpers out.

"More of a lesson about karma, really." He pauses as he hears her moving slowly, "Can you handle getting your karma for what you did, blondie?"

"What did I do?" She asks, trying to sound innocent and Sam just laughs, "More or less of what you and that sleezeball boyfriend of yours did."

Nina takes off running, locking all the doors she can get to. She looks out the window of the front door and puts the phone back up to her ear.

"Can you see me, Nina?"

She's breathing heavy, crying, "I'm going to call the fucking cops. This isn't fucking funny anymore."

"They'd never make it in time, look at where we're at. We're in the middle of no where." Sam moves to another room and she pleads, "Just tell me what you want, fuck. I'll do anything, please."

"I already told you, you need your karma. But I also kinda want to see what your insides look like." A sinister smiles grows behind Sam's mask as he listens to Nina sob and hang up.

Colby quickly walks around to the front, ringing the door bell a few times before running off. Nina screams, "Who's there? Fuck, I'm calling the cops, I'm not do-"

The phone rings as she picks it up, and she screams, crying as she brings to her ear.

"Don't you know not to ask who's there, fuck. You should know all about that from the movies you watch. Asking who's there is a death wish, and I'm feeling generous enough to grant it for you."

"Look.." she gasps for air, "You've had your fun now so I think.. you better just leave me... the fuck alone or else I-"

"Or else what?" Sam taunts, "What could you possibly do to outsmart me? Hmm?"

"My boyfriend will be here any fucking minute and he'll find you, and rip you apart for messing with me." She screams into the phone and Sam laughs, "Your boyfriend is a pussy, Nina. He'd do anything to save himself before you, now why don't you just walk on over to the back, look out at the pool."

"Fuck you. Fuck you."

"His name wouldn't happen to be Levi.. would it?"

She gasps, "How do you know his name?"

"Go to the doors, like I said, and turn on the fucking lights.. again."

Sam makes his way downstairs, knowing that she is focused on a bloody and beat up Levi. Still on the phone, he hears her sob, "Oh god, no. No. No. Levi!" She scratches at the door to unlock it frantically but Sam on the phone makes her stop, "I don't recommend doing that."

"Where the fuck are you?" She pounds on the glass of the window, "Where the fuck are you?"

"Guess. I could be anywhere."

"Please don't hurt him." She pleads, "I love him."

"Really? You love someone who goes around, using girls for his own drunken pleasure at parties they should have even been at?"

"What are you ta-"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about bitch." Sam growls, "Now, if you want him to live, play a game with me."

"What game?"  She whimpers and Sam chuckles, "Turn off the light." Levi screams behind the tape and Nina leans against the wall listening as she turns off the lights.

"What party were you at two months ago?"

She thinks for a moment, sniffling as she does, "I-I do-"

"Don't tell me you don't know because I know for a fact you know exactly what I'm talking about." Sam snaps, "if I have to ask again, your pussy of a boyfriend dies."

"A party. It was Xander's party." She sobs, "Please.. don't kill him."

"What happened at Xander's party, Nina?"

"I don't.. I really don't know.." she lies, pleading for Levi's life, "I don't know, asshole. Fucking kill me if you want, but leave Levi alone!"

Sam is quiet for a few seconds, "Wrong answer." Sam hangs up and Nina goes to the door, screaming as Colby plunges a knife into his abdomen, spilling his guts into his lap, leaving Levi dead where he sits right as she flicks the lights back on.

Colby vanishes, making his way back into the woods incase Sam needs backup.

"Hey." Sam says catching her attention to the phone again, "We're not done. I still have one final question."

"Go the fuck away. You already killed Levi, what more do you want from me!?"

"Which door am I at? You got a fifty fifty chance of picking the right one.." he pushes as he listens to her voice shake, "Unless I'm already in the house."

She drops the phone as Colby throws a chair through the window, making her take off into the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the block. She backs up slowly, gasping as Sam crosses the hallway in a swift motion, making his way into the other room.

She slips out the patio doors, shaking as she looks back in to see Sam stalking around the house. She moves over, getting ready to take off until he busts through the door, tackling her to the ground.

She gets up fast, but so does Sam. He chases her across the yard, grabbing her to pull her back and he plunges his knife deep into her chest, twisting it before throwing her down on the grass.

She's gasping, hyperventilating as she runs her fingers over the stab wound, trying to plead for her life once more. Sam moves on top of her, pressing a hand to her throat so she doesn't make any noise.

She ends up kicking him, making him fall back as she desperately tries to crawl away. With his adrenaline pumping, he gets back up, crawling over and stopping her.

He rolls her back over. She tries to scream for help but her voice is a strangled whine, "H-he-hel- help."

Sam shakes his head, gripping her throat again as she reaches up and rips his mask off. He stares down at her, giving her a smirk before stabbing her again.

And again.

Sam smashes the phone and leaves to find Colby before a car comes in from the other direction.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

It wasn't unusual for you to share a bed with Sam or Colby, you guys have been close for many, many years which developed into this relationship that made you not want to look for anyone else. You were content with them, so you didn't need or even want a boyfriend, it was like you had two.

But it wasn't official or anything.

What was unusual, was that you woke up to it just being you, "Sam?" You call out hoping for an answer, "Colby?"

You swing your legs over, standing up as you grab one of the sweatshirts that's on the floor, checking your phone to see a message from Sam, Drug Colby with me for a run. Be back soon.

You sigh, feeling relieved as you now know they aren't in any kind of trouble like they have been in before. In the middle of responding, you hear the door open and you quickly make your way down the steps.

"Good morning, gorgeous." Sam says winking at you. You smile, "How was the run?" You look at Colby and he shrugs, "it was actually very exhilarating, I think I'm going to start running with Sam more often."

"Wow." You raise your eyebrows, taking the coffee Sam hands you, "That's not like you at all."

Colby chuckles, "Yeah, well. It is now I guess. Gotta stay in shape so I can fight those demons all night long." He motions to his Currently Fighting Demons hoodie and you roll your eyes with a laugh, "You really are a walking advertisement."

Sam smirks at you, "I'm going to go up and shower, but after that want to go out to eat?" You nod, "Mm." You swallow your coffee, "Yes please, I'm starving."

Sam jogs up the steps and Colby walks over to you, "You doing okay?" You sip your coffee and look up at him, "I was just worried that you two got arrested again."

He chuckles and shakes his head, "No, no. Just went for a run. We aren't going anywhere." He tucks hair behind your ear and quickly kisses your forehead, "I'm going to shower, too."

You smile turning as you go into the living room. Right as you sit down, your phone rings, "Hey, Soph."

"Are you home?" She asks, her voice shakey, "Y/n."

"Yes. Yes. We're all here, what's up? What's going on?" You sit up, "Sophie?" There's about knock on your door, "I'm here." She yells, still on the phone.

You get up, quickly walking over to unlock the door, "Hey, come in."

"Levi and Nina are dead."

Her words shock you, "I'm sorry." You laugh slightly, "what did you just say?"

She takes a deep breath, "Nina and Levi are dead. Y/n.  Gone."

"What the hell? When? How? Why?" You run a hand over your hair, kinda acting more sad about it than you actually were because Sophie doesn't know what happened to you, "What can I do?"

You walk over and hug her as she breaks down in your arms.

Sam and Colby slowly walk down the steps, giving you a confused look they point to her. You shake your head, giving them a frown, "Levi and Nina are dead."

Your voice is quiet as you wipe the tears from her eyes, "I'm so sorry, Soph."

"Nina was like a sister to me. I mean obviously you too.." she laughs nervously, "Fuck, you know what I mean."

"It's okay. I understand." You walk her to the couch and sit down with her, her head laying in your lap as she starts sobbing again, "Who.. would do t-this?"

"I don't know, honey. But they'll find them. I'm sure.." You rub her back, unsure of what else to say.

You hated them with your full being, yes, but you never wanted them to die or anything.

"What happened?" Sam asks walking over and Sophie snaps her head up, "Two of my friends were killed, she just told you, what don't you understand?"

Sam clenches his jaw and Colby walks up, "Whoa. Hey. He just asked what happened."

Sophie rolls her eyes, "Do I need to reword it for you? Nina and Levi were killed. Gutted. I don't u-"

"Okay." You say loudly, cutting her off, "You just need to calm down, for one, and two.. They didn't do anything wrong, just asked what happened and you're snapping their heads off for no reason."

Sophie breaks down again, falling into your lap as she whimpers, "Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry."

Sam and Colby's eyes are on you. The way you stand up for them without any hesitation, no matter who it is, is one of the things they love about you.

They both knew that if you found out, you die for them before they got caught. 

And they were right.

"Exactly." Colby motions to you and sighs as he walks back upstairs. Sam shakes his head, "I'll leave you guys to it, then." He follows Colby and Sophie sits up, "I didn't mean to yell at them."

You hug her head, "I know. It's okay. They know you're under a lot right now."

"I think.. I think I'm going to go down to the police station, to see if I can get any information," she sniffles and looks at you, "Will you come with me?"

"Why don't you come to lunch with us, then we can go? We can talk about everything." You brush her hair from her face and she shakes her head, "i have to go see Eli."

"Eli? As in-"

She cuts you off, "Levi's best friend, yeah. That's who I've been seeing."

You raise your eyebrows, trying not to let your anger answer for you, because as said, she doesn't know he was there that night too, "Is it going good?"

"It was until last night. He won't answer my calls now, so.." she sniffles and stands up, "I'll call you later." You walk after her, "I can drive you if-"

"No. I just need a minute.. to think... about all of this." She lays her head on her hands, sobbing before quickly pulling it together. She walks over, hugging you tight, "I'm so scared."

You wrap your arms around her, "I know. I know. I am too." You rub her back, "They'll figure it out. I promise." She leans back, wiping her face before turning away, "I'll call you then."

"Just come over tonight. Stay here so I know you're safe too." You walk over to the door and she spins around, nodding, "O-okay."

You nod, giving her a small smile, "Okay." You watch as she makes her way to her car and you shut the door, Sam and Colby standing quietly behind you, "Jesus Christ."

You jump and lay a hand on your chest, "I need to put a bell on both of you."

They both laugh and Colby points to the door, "is she okay?"

You nod, "Yeah, she didn't mean to snap on you. It's all still so fresh, I can't imagine what she's going through."

"Did you hate Nina?" Sam asks raising his eyebrow. You nod, "And Levi, but that didn't mean I wanted them to be murdered or anything."

"Yeah, no right. I don't think anyone wishes for just anyone to die." Colby nods, "Did she tell you what happened exactly?"

You pull your phone out, "I can find out. I'm sure the news is alre-" your mouth drops slightly and your hand goes over your mouth as you read the gruesome description of how they were found.

"What, y/n?" Sam asks as he moves over to you, looking down at your phone, "Oh shit."

"Worse than Sophie said it was?" Colby walks over, looking over your shoulder, "Oh.. fuck."

"They said Levi was found out by their pool, taped to a chair and he was.." you cringe, "Literally gutted.." you rest your phone down by your side, "Nina was found the same way just outside in the yard.."

You close your eyes, shaking your head, "I can't imagine what her mom must of felt. She's the one who found them."

"Who ever did that obviously had a resentment towards them.." Colby glances at Sam, "Apparently."

Sam fights off his smirk and wraps his arm around you, "Are you okay?" You nod, "Yeah.. I mean, they bullied the hell out of me, but at the same time.." you take a deep breath, "Karma is a bitch.. I just didn't think of it being this big of one. I'm honestly kind of scared, like there's a killer on the loose and no one knows anything about it."

"It'll be okay." Colby wraps his arm around your shoulders, gripping Sam's hoodie, "you know we won't let anything happen to you."

You didn't remember that they knew about what happened at the party, and they wanted to keep it that way.

"If you don't want to go out, we can just stay here." Sam whispers, "Whatever you want to do."

You sigh, "I really want a wrap from Bardoe's." You laugh slightly and Sam smiles, "then we'll go to Bardoe's."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Hey, y/n."

You set your food down, looking up as your friend, Noel, comes over, "How's Sophie?" She sits down across from you.

You shrug, "As bad as you'd think."

"She about bit my head off when I asked what was happening.," Sam says taking a sip of his drink. You nod, "Yeah, she stopped by before we came here, but she said she had to go see Eli."

She leans back, "Did you just say Eli?"

You nod, "I know, I had the same reaction you did." You laugh slightly, "I mean, to each their own. Her type is just assholes, apparently."

She raises her eyebrows and Henry, Noel's boyfriend comes over and sits down, "Colby. Sam." He nods to them and they nod back. He looks at you, "Y/n."

Henry stopped everything that night and you made him promise not to say a word to anyone, but Sam and Colby already know that, too.

So he's safe.

"How you doing?" He asks and you shrug, "I'm fine, worried about Soph." He nods, "Yeah, her and Eli are taking it pretty hard."

You nod, "I seen her this morning, she said she was going to the police station to ask questions, but I'm sure she'll only find out what they want them to."

You lean back, resting your head on Colby's arm that's extended over the top of the booth.

"How do you even gut someone like that?" Noel asks as she takes some of your fries, "Honestly. It's overkill if you ask me."

Colby shrugs, "The only way I can imagine, is that they took a knife or something sharp, then cut them from groin to sternum.."

Sam looks at Colby, "Hey. It's called tact, fucking idiot."

Colby holds his hand up, "I'm just saying that it would be an awful way to die." You stare at the table, nodding as you think about the pain they endured.

You hated it, but that little sick and twisted part inside of you liked it. You liked that they endured more pain than they had caused you, but you still felt bad.

"I heard they found her liver in the mailbox, how sick is that?" Henry says changing the subject, "Next to her spleen or some other organ."

"Oh that's so gross, I'm trying to eat y/n's fries, Henry. Stop it." Noel groans and pushes him. Colby smirks, "Yeah Henry, liver alone." He laughs and you look over at him, trying not to laugh.

Sam reaches behind you, smacking Colby's shoulder, "Dude."

"What? It's a joke, let her, liver? Liv-er alone?" He laughs with Henry and you just shake your head.

"Henry. Did you used to date Noel?" Colby points towards him. Noel looks at Henry and he laughs, "Yeah, until I found out just how psycho she was."

"What do you mean?" You look up at him.

He shrugs, "She was just nuts. I couldn't talk to anyone because I was-" he puts air quotes, "Cheating."

"Were you?" Noel looks at him and he looks at her, "Not at all." He looks at Sam, "Didn't you know Levi?"

Sam shakes his head, "Not like you'd think. I played basketball with him, but he was always a preppy everyone needs to love me kinda person and I couldn't be around that."

Henry raises his eyebrows and Sam tilts his head, "What? You think I did it?" He leans forward, resting his hands on the table, "I didn't kill anybody."

"No body said you did." Colby stares at Sam and he tilts his head smiling at Colby, "Aw, thanks buddy."

You rest your hand on his arms "Sam, that's not what he's saying. We all know you didn't. You have no reason to."

Noel laughs, "Yeah Sam, just because you and Colby hunt ghosts, that doesn't mean you could pull something like this off."

Henry laughs, "Right. That's how I know it wasn't you."

You can tell Colby is getting pissed because Henry just basically accused him of killing people, and honestly you were, too.

"Alright, I think it's time we leave. Yeah?" You look at Noel, "You should come over later. Soph is going to be there."

She nods, "I'll call you then." She stands up, pulling Henry up with her, quietly yelling at him about saying what he did to Sam.

You turn to Sam, "Are you okay?"

He nods and looks over at you, "Do you think I did it?" You shake your head, "As I said, you'd have no reason to." He takes a deep breath, "If he starts saying shit like that, I'll be the one they throw behind bars."

"I won't let that happen." You and Colby say in unison, causing Sam to smile. You smile and lean in, "I promise, I won't let anything happen to you." You lean over to Colby, "Or you." You sit straight, "Because I like whatever this is."

"We like it too." Sam pulls you in, kissing your head as he stares at Colby, "Let's get out of here."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Hello?" You say as you pick up your phone.

"Hello, is this y/n?" A man on the other end of the phone asks. You sit up, "May I ask who's calling?"

The man on the phone chuckles softly, "Right, yes. My name is Officer Tylers. I'm calling to see if you'd come down to the station to answer some questions for us."

"About the murders?" You pinch the bridge of your nose and he sighs, "Yes. So if you could, the sooner the better, but no rush. I know this is a-"

You cut him off, "I'll be right there,"

"Great. Thank you."

You hang up and sigh before yelling, "Colby." He jogs down the steps, "What's up, babe?" You smiles slightly and stand up, "I just got off the phone with an Officer Tylers. They want me to come down and answer some questions."

He raises his eyebrows, "Really?"

You shrug, "I don't know why.. I just.." you sit back down and Colby walks over, sitting next to you, "Hey. You'll be okay. They probably are just doing a routine questioning to everyone she went to school with. I'm sure Sam and I are next to be questioned."

You laugh slightly, "Might as well just come with me." You look around, "Where's Sam?"

"He went to meet the guy to talk about our next investigation." He tucks hair behind your ear, "You're so pretty."

You smile and tilt your head, "Why didn't you go with him?" He smiles, "I figured you didn't want to be left alone."

You nod, "Yeah, you're right. I just have to text Soph and Noel to let them know i won't be here for a little bit."

"I'll text Sam, let him know that we're going to the station." Colby takes his phone out, tapping his screen quickly. You text Sophie and Noel, letting them know exactly what's going on.

"I told them the key is under the mat if they get here before we get back." You look up at Colby, "Is that okay?"

He looks up and nods, "Yeah that's fine. Are you ready?" You nod and stand up, "What did Sam say?" Colby shakes his head as he slides his phone back into his pocket, "Just said to be careful."

"He doesn't have to worry about that." You laugh and grab Colby's keys, handing them to him, "Here ya go." He takes them from you and pulls you into him, "Everything is going to be okay."

You smile, "Thank you for being so calm through all of this, I'm actually freaking out on the inside." He chuckles, "I know. I think you're forgetting I can read you like a book, y/n."

You lick your lips, looking up at him. He leans in, pressing his lips to yours as he pulls your body closer.

The door opens and Sam walks through, stopping when he sees you and Colby, "Whoa, whoa." He laughs and walks over, wrapping his arm around your waist, "Excuse me."

You laugh slightly and look up at him, "I thought you were meeting with that guy?" He nods, "Yeah, it was an easy meet up, he wants us to investigate there, so he was excited."

"So it's set then?" Colby asks and Sam nods, "It's set."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

"Wish me luck." You mumble before reaching for the door handle. Sam and Colby both wish you luck and you get out, taking a deep breath before crossing the street.

"Hi, how can I help you?" The lady behind the glass asks and you rest your hands on the counter, "I got a um.. call from an Officer Richards. He told me to come down to answer some questions."

She nods, "Y/n y/l/n right?"

You nod, "Yep. That's me."

"You can have a seat right over there, I'll let him know you're here." You mumble a quiet, "thank you," before walking over to the chair and sitting down.

Not even a minute later, a tall man dressed in a police uniform walks over to you, "Y/n?"

You look up at him, immediately pissed, "Yes." You stand up and shake his hand, "Been a while.. You can come with me this way." You follow him through the barracks and into a room with only a table and four chairs.

"Have a seat. Do you need anything? Want anything? Water, coffee?"

You look up at him from the chair and shake your head, "No, thank you. I'm good."

"Alright, we'll just jump right into this then." He sits across from you after closing the door, "Did you know Nina and Levi?"

"Why are you questioning me? Isn't that conflict of interest or whatever?" You cross your arms over your chest and he shakes his head, "Not technically family, so no. Anyway, did you know Nina and Levi?"

You tilt your head, "I did, but I wasn't really liked by them."

"Can you elaborate on that for me, please? What do you mean exactly? Why didn't they like you?" He scribbles down notes on the notepad.

"I'm friends with Sophie Frank, and she's friends- or was friends.. with Nina, and Sophie and I are so different, I think she thought I ruined the popular girl image, and eventually just pushed me out." You explain, "And Levi, well he was the quarterback of the football team and got a college scholarship, so he was Mr. Popularity."

"Were you jealous of that?"

You laugh slightly, "Excuse me?"

He holds his hand up, "I know that sounds bad, but it's just routine or whatever you want to call it. Let me reword it.." he thinks for a moment and looks back up at you, "Were you jealous that Sophie was friends with her? How did her pushing you out make you feel?"

"I mean I didn't really like it, so I just stopped hanging around Sophie when I knew there was a chance Nina would be there, but I didn't want her to die if that's what you're getting at." You stare at him and he nods as he scribbles some more, "I liked Nina, we were friends before high school, but high school really changes a person I guess."

"Did it change you?" He asks right away, "I mean, you didn't go to college, correct?"

You shake your head, "No, but what-"

"You're living with two guys who do videos, both are handsome looking dudes, you didn't feel.. I don't know.. threatened by Nina in anyway?"

You scoff at his question, "No, Officer Tylers. I was not threatened by Nina."

"Where were you last night?" He leans back in his chair and you sigh, "I was home. Asleep by ten with Sam and Colby."

"They were there?" He tilts his head, "They didn't leave the house?"

You clench your jaw, sighing because you don't like to talk about your private business, especially with people like Officer Tylers, "They were in bed, with me, until about seven this morning. They went for a run."

"And that's normal? What time did they get back?"

"Yes." You sigh, "Sam is training for a marathon, and Colby likes working out." You shrug, "About eight thirty." You sigh, "Are we done? Can we be done please?"

"Almost." He holds up his finger and scribbles down more words, "Is ghost hunting all Sam and Colby do? Do you join them sometimes? I've never seen their videos beside so I don't really know."

"Besides doing photo shoots for their merch launches and making their own coffee, yeah. That's all they do."

He's quiet for a few moments before he looks up, "Don't leave town, stay in touch if you see anything, but yeah. Were done. For now." You stand up and he grabs your arm, "Just be careful, y/n. Your dad told me to look after you, and that's exactly what I'm trying to do."

You pull your arm away, "Well, you're not my dad so." You walk away and he stands up, watching as an officer leads you to the front of the building.

Officer Tylers, better known as Dave Tylers, was your dad's best friend and your dad told him, on his death bed, that he was to make sure you were okay.

You've always gotten weird vibes from him, even when you were younger, so you kept your distance.

You get into the car, plopping down with a sigh, "That was fucking pathetic."

"What happened?" Sam asks as they both turn around to face you. You shake your head, "We can talk about it at home. I need to make sure that fucker didn't bug me."

"Huh?" Sam whips back around as Colby drives off and you laugh slightly, "The officer that questioned me was.." you sigh, "He's who my dad asked to look after me. I just get a weird feeling with him, so I've kept my distance and he was like, asking me if I was at home in bed with you two last night. Like it was just weird."

Colby clenches his jaw, "You don't owe anyone an explanation about us."

"I know, Colby. I felt like I had to because of the way he was drilling me with question after question." You thud back against the seat, "I just don't understand who would want to actually go through and kill someone, let alone two people at once."

You rest your head back, thinking about the answers you gave Dave. Anxious because you lied, you guys were drinking and you got a little too wasted, passing out, so you weren't really sure if they went to bed when you did, but it doesn't matter because one, Dave didn't need to know that, and two, Sam and Colby aren't killers, they're ghost hunters.

"Did you guys go to bed with me last night?" You ask kinda quiet and Colby looks back at you in the rearview, "Of course we did. We wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I mean, I edited our latest video a little bit after you fell asleep but I was only down at the end of the bed." Sam looks back at you, "Are you doubting us, ms y/l/n?"

You laugh and shake your head, "No, no. Dave just gets under my skin and I don't know, I hate him."

Sam and Colby glance at each other, looking away before you look back up at them, "Sorry. I just-"

"You don't ever need to apologize to us, y/n." Sam smiles back at you, reaching for your hand, "I promise, everything is okay."

You take his hand and watch as he pulls you towards him, bringing your hand to his lips, "We got you."

You smile at him, jumping slightly as your phone rings. You look down, hitting the green button, "Hey Soph, I'm on my way-"

"Eli got arrested. They think he had something to do with Nina and Levi." She says frantic, "I'm not going to be able to come over tonight. I'm sorry."

"No, no hey. It's okay. Take deep breathes a- hello?" You pull your phone away seeing she ended the call, "Okay, bye to you, too."

"What's going on, babe?" Colby asks glancing over his shoulder. You sigh as you shrug, "I guess they think Eli did it. Soph didn't tell me much, all she said was Eli got arrested, she won't be able to come tonight and that she's heading to the station and hung up."

You text Noel, Eli got arrested. They think he had something to do with the murders.

"You're only trying to help her, I really don't understand why she's being this way towards you." Sam says, "She's only going to get hurt if she keeps messing around with Eli."

"You don't have to tell me." You roll your eyes, "She changed, and I'm not saying that's bad thing, but I've definitely been put on the back burner.."

"Hey." Sam lays his hand on your knee, Colby parks in the driveway and does the same. You look up at them and Sam smiles, "If they don't come tonight, screw them. If they can't see that you're only trying to help, then that's on them."

You lay your hands on theirs, "I don't know if I told you guys this lately, but I love you both so very much and I am so glad that we're whatever this is." You smirk slightly and Colby squeezes your knee, "You're our girl, what can we say?"

You smile and get out of the car, walking inside, "We should just have a movie night, chill out. Forget that we're living in fear right now." You set your bag down and turn towards them, "What do ya say?"

"I say.." Colby walks over, grabbing your hand and spinning you into him, "Let's do it."

"I second that. Or third that in this case." Sam laughs as he presses a kiss to your temple, "Now go change into something comfy then we can get this party started."

You smile all the way up to the top of the steps. You can hear Sam and Colby whispering but you think nothing of it.

You're in a mood.

A mood for them.

You throw on a bigger tee, no pants, and walk back down the steps. Their eyes immediately on you and you blush, "What?" You walk past them to the couch and they follow you like a magnet.

"Where do you think you're going?" Colby asks as he sits beside you, Sam on the other. You smirk, "You said to change into something comfy, and I'm most comfortable without pants."

"I think you got comfy confused with sexy, there babe" Sam bites his lip as he drags his hand up your back. You lean back slowly and Colby pulls you back against his chest, "Makes me want to rip you apart."

His words send a shiver of excitement down your spine, "Do it." His hands slide down, raising your shirt with his fingers, "The way Sam is looking at you right now.." Colby tilts head up to look at Sam, "I think he wants to."

Your eyes meet Sam's stare, "Please."

Colby spreads your legs, one pushed up against the back of the couch and he has his hand under the knee of your other, holding it up.

Sam moves in, kissing down your neck and under your boobs until he reaches the top of your panties. He bites them, pulling his head back and letting go so they snap against your skin.

Your breath hitches and Colby chuckles deeply in your ear, "You like that, baby girl?"

You nod, whimpering as Sam kisses up your thigh and pressing his lips to your pantie covered clit, "So much."

"Can you beg for him? Hmm.." Colby gently bites down on your earlobe, "Tell him what you want."

"I want you to eat my pussy." You moan as he presses another kiss to your clothed clit, "Please, Sam.." you whimper, "Please."

Sam looks up at you, pulling your panties to the side and runs his finger against your soaked slit, "Someone needs us."

You nod, "I do.. yes.."

"Say it again, baby." Colby whispers, eyes meeting Sam's as you moan out to the feeling of Sam's fingers dipping deep inside of you, "I need you."

Colby slides his hand down, gently massaging your clit as Sam slowly pushes and pulls his fingers in and out, "You're so fucking wet."

"No one is ever allowed to touch you again, got it?" Colby gently bites your neck and you moan out, "No one but you and Sam."

Sam reaches up, turning your head so you look at him, "Who's pussy is this?"

You furrow your brows as you feel your orgasm coming on, "Oh fuck." You whimper, "You and Colby's."

"Say my name, baby." Sam bites his lip as he works up to a faster pace, causing you to clench around his fingers, "Sam and Colby's."

Your back arches off of Colby's chest and you moan, "Fuck, fuck." Colby adds more pressure, "Cum for us, baby."

You roll your hips slowly, growing closer and closer until there's frantic knocking on your door, "Y/n!"

You don't want to stop, but you reach down to grab Sam's wrist but Colby grabs your hand, pinning it to the back of the couch, "Don't try it. You're going to cum first."

Your eyes roll back as you work back up to where you were, biting your lip to muffle your moans.

The knocking and pounding on the door continues and Sam curls his fingers just right, sending you overboard. You grind your hips against their hands, pressing the back of your head into Colby's shoulder.

"Good girl." Colby reaches up, gripping your chin so he can kiss you. Sam pulls his fingers out and brings them to his own lips, "Were not done." He says with a smirk.

You smirk and shake your head, completely forgetting about someone at the door. You jump up, fixing your panties as you walk to the door, "Who is it?"

"Fucking Sophie. Now open up."

You open the door and she barges in, "Someone fucking planted shit on Eli, I swear to god." She paces back and forth, "I don't.. oh fuck.. I don't know what to do.."

"Well, if you would have listened to me before you hung up on me, I told you to breathe so why don't you try doing just that?" You walk over to the fridge, grabbing her a water and handing it to her.

"What if this was Colby? Hmm?"

"Does no one believe that I'm capable of murder?" Sam holds his arms out and laughs, causing you to smile, "Of course we do sweetie." You look back at Sophie, "No I know. It's easier said than done. I was a mess when Colby got arrested and no one knew what was happening."

"He got arrested for trespassing and having fake id's, y/n. That nothing compared to what Eli is possibly facing." Sophie sets her water down and sits on the stool, "Eli didn't do this."

"If anyone isn't capable of murder, it's him, Soph. You don't have anything to worry about. Where was he last night?"

She shrugs, "he was home."

"And you're sure of that?" You tilt your head slightly, "Why didn't you tell the police that?" She sighs, "They said they'll talk to me once they're done questioning him. This apparently is a big fucking thing because every cop is out patrolling every area around here."

You look over at Sam and Colby who are quietly talking to each other and back to her, "Well do you to-"

"Why don't you come with me? We're going back to Nina's, well sneaking back there so we can try and figure this out ourselves? We can meet Noel at her place?"

You shake your head, "I just really wanted to stay in tonight, kinda the reason as to why I told you and Noel to come here."

"Don't you want to help find the killer? I understand you didn't like Levi and Nina, but at the same time.. don't you want to help find who did it?" She looks at you and you just stare at her.

"Fine." She throws her hands up and walks towards the door, "I'm just saying.. if you showed up missing or dead, Nina would help figure it out too, she wasn't as bad as you thought."

Yes she was. You wanted to tell her in that moment just how bad they both were, but you just watched her leave.

You look over at Sam and Colby who are staring at you, unhappy about the interaction, "You okay?" Sam asks standing up, "That was uncalled for." He motions towards the door.

You shrug, "I just don't think Levi and Nina were good enough people for me to put life at risk, you know what i mean?"

Sam walks over, pulling you in for a hug, "I know, sweetheart. It's okay. Everyone deals with these things differently and it's okay."

Colby walks up, pressing a kiss to your temple, "Fuck em."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Later that night, as you're sitting on the couch, Colby lets out a groan, "My head is killing me."

"Aw. Did you take anything?" You reach over and gently scratch the back of his neck. He shakes his head slightly, "No, but I think I'm going to and then I'm going to head up to bed." He stands up, bending down to kiss your forehead, "I love you."

You smile and lay your hand on his cheek, "I love you." You press your lips to his and lean back, "You guys ate awfully lovey dovey lately."

You look between them and they smile, "Can't help it if we're just happy when we're around you." Colby punches your chin gently, "Wake me up for your run in the morning, Sam."

Sam nods, "You got it, bro."

As of right now, it was Sam's job to distract you. Make you forget about the world for a little while.

"Why don't we..." he slides his hand up your bare thigh, "Pick up where we left off?" You bit your lip, turning towards him, "Won't Colby feel left out?"

He shakes his head, pulling you to him, "We made a deal, I get you now. He gets you tomorrow morning."

You bite your lip, leaning in. You stop just as your lips are about to touch his, "So you have a schedule?" Sam chuckles and presses his lips to yours, "Only trying to keep it fair, you know how we get."

You stand up, "Take me to bed, Mr. Golbach."

Sam stands up and takes your hand, "If I ever say no to that, make sure I'm the one who's gutted next." You perk up slightly, but not from fear.

Something about his words makes you wet, "I'll give you something to murder." You both laugh at your words, "Someone is feeling frisky."

You bite your lip, "Maybe a little." Sam slides his hands down to your ass, squeezing, "Let's go." You pull him with you up the stairs, going into his room and shutting the door.

His hands slip you out of the tee, tossing it on the ground and looking at your bare chest, "You're so fucking hot." He lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, and he walks you over to the bed.

Colby quietly sneaks out of his room, making sure to shut the door as quietly as possibly before making his way down the steps and out the front door.

"Sam.." you whimper, "I need you."

He pulls away from kissing your neck, "I want to taste you first, babe. Can you be a good girl and let me do that?"

You smirk and nod your head, "Yes."

"That's my girl." He winks and kisses down your body, making your breath hitch as he sucks little marks into the skin under your boobs and down your stomach, "Don't tease."

"That's my favorite part, besides hearing you beg for me." His fingers brush over your clit and you gasp quietly, spreading your legs further apart, "Sam.."

Colby makes his way to where they parked their car before, slightly deep in the woods, but with an easy exit. He takes a deep breathe before getting out of the car and stalking through the woods towards the house, mask on and ready to kill.

For you.

Sam slowly pulls your panties down, too slow for your liking. You go to take your legs out and Sam crawls up, "I want to take my time with you, y/n. Been a bit since I had you to myself."

You melt into him, nodding, "Sorry."

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours, "You don't ever have to be sorry. You're impatient, you need to be touched. I get that." He smiles down at you, "I'm going to do just that, okay?"

You nod and watch as he moves down your body, "I just want to take you in for a minute." He kisses down your thighs, making you wetter with each kiss.

Colby takes the burner from his pocket, dialing a number.

"Hello?" Henry picks up the phone.

"What are you doing back here?"  Colby asks in the low raspy tone from the voice changer, "You guys shouldn't be back here."

Colby watches Henry spin around in circles, "Who- yo. Who the hell is this?" He stops and looks at his phone, but no luck, "What a bitch, calling me from a restricted number, you know what. If you're trying to scare me, it ain't gunna work, dude."

"What if I told you I knew who killed that bitch and her liar boyfriend, hmm?" Colby slowly makes his way around to the side of the house.

You moan, rolling your hips against Sam's face, "Fuck, fuck. Sam, I-I.." you arch your back, moaning out as you cum around his tongue, "Fuck, fuck fuck." You whimper and tangle your fingers in his hair, "Yes, yes, yes."

"How do you know that?" Henry asks and walks over to where Colby killed Levi, the dark red mark from his guts dripping still stained on the concrete, "Did you do it?"

"I did. And it felt so fucking good." Colby chuckles lowly, "He died like a bitch."

"Fuck you. I'm not do-"

"You leave that spot and your girlfriend dies next." Colby threatens, "Now, I want you to tell me something."

"What." Henry scoffs.

"What is one of your biggest secrets, Henry? I know you probably have a lot of skeletons in that dusty closet of yours."  Colby moves around, still making sure to have eyes on the house with Noel and Sophie in it, and Henry.

"I don't have any." Henry laughs, "Honest."

"Fucking liar. Do you want to die just like Levi?"

"N-no. No." He keeps his voice quiet, "Fine." Henry takes a deep breath, "I cheated on Noel, okay."

That's not what Colby was expecting to hear, "You're pathetic, just like Levi."

Henry freaks out quietly, "Fuck you. I'm nothing like Levi okay."

"Oh yeah? Do tell." Colby pulls his knife out, "I'd love to know how you were better than him."

"Again, baby. I want you to cum on my face again." Sam moves up, lying down as he pulls you to sit on his face.

"I don't know what has gotten into you.." you look down at him, running your fingers through his hair, "But I like it." He smirks up at you and pulls your hips down to meet his face, his tongue lapping at your clit.

You grip the headboard, leaning forward as you're engulfed in the pleasure once again.

"I don't just go around, throwing myself onto girls who are way too drunk to say yes or no. Okay. Is that what you wanted to hear?" He spins around, looking to see if anyone else is around.

"You're still pathetic, cheating on your girlfriend.." Colby tsks a few times, "Still doesn't make you a good guy."

"Fuck. Sam.." your legs start to shake and your eyes roll back, pulling his hair as you cum again, "F-fuck." Sam eats you out through your orgasm, heightening it in a way that's never happened before, "S-shit."

You roll off of him, laying on your back as he rolls on top of you, "Such a good fucking girl." He crashes his lips on yours and you moan against his lips as your tongue swipes the taste of yourself off his lips.

Colby moves once he knows the girls in the house won't see, and quickly grabs Henry, covering his mouth with his glove covered hand and stabs him in the back a few times quickly, before spinning him around to slit his throat.

He stares at him for a few seconds as Henry gargles and chokes on his own blood before pushing him back, his body splashing into the pool, turning the clear water red.

"Fucking bitch." Colby mumbles before disappearing into the night, listening to the screams of horror, which can only mean that he has to get the hell out of dodge.

Sam gets up, stripping his clothes off before moving back to lay between your thighs. Your knees rest against his hips and you look up at him, "I love you."

"You have no idea how much I love you." Sam whispers and pushes his cock into you, groaning out as he interlocks his hand with yours and squeezes it, "You have no idea."

Colby starts driving, a smirk resting on his lips as the thought of what he did and why he did it.

Over and over again, the vision of Henry falling lifeless into the pool thrills him.

Henry disrespected Sam, so this kill wasn't just for you this time.

"I could do this all day." Sam groans lowly, "All night." He kisses down your neck as he slowly thrusts into you, trying to hold himself off for as long as he can, "You drive me fucking insane. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you."

"I'd die for you." You cup his cheek with your free hand, "You and Colby, you both.." you arch your back, moaning as you approach another orgasm, "I love you both so.." you gasp, arching your back, squeezing his hand, "So fucking much."

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as his cock hits that sweet little spot each time he slides in, "S-Sam."

You moan out loudly, squeezing his cock tightly with your walls, "Fu-" you basically scream for him, clawing up his back as you cum.

He groans, thrusting all the way into you, "Fuck, as much as I love when you do that, don't." He kisses your lips, "I don't want to cum yet."

Colby pulls into the driveway and makes his way back inside, closing the door quietly. It was times like this where they were very thankful that you wanted a house that was kind of secluded from everything else.

You left your phone downstairs on the coffee table, so you didn't know it was blowing up with missed calls and texts from both Noel and Sophie.

Colby walks over, picking it up to look at the notifications on the lock screen, smirking as he reads the messages,

Soph: FUCKING ANSWER ME

Soph: HENRY IS DEAD

Soph: HELLO PICK UP THE FUCKING PHONE

Missed Call Soph (25)

"Fucking. Bitches." Colby mumbles and sits down on the couch, waiting until he knows you and Sam are finished.

Sam pushes his cock all the way in, pumping his cum deep into you with a moan, "Fuck." He sighs with a smile, "You, my love, are absolutely perfect."

You smile up at him, only to have the door bursted open with Colby running in, "You phone is blowing up, babe."

He hands you the phone and your heart sinks, "No. no, no. No. No." You cover your mouth, fumbling around to call Soph.

"What happened?" Sam asks looking at Colby.

"Henry is dead." Colby shakes his head with a sad look on his face.

"Now you wanna fucking call me back?" Sophie yells and you clench your jaw, "I can't really answer when I'm asleep. Now stop being a bitch and tell me what the fuck is going on."

She's taken aback but you calling her out and she sighs, "Henry was killed, y/n. While Noel and I were in the fucking house.. Henry was fucking... killed." Her voice cracks and you can't help but to feel guilty, "I should have been there."

"No, it's not your fault it my fault. We shouldn't have came here. He tried to talk us out of it, but Noel and I pushed.." her voice cracks, "Fuck. I-I don't.. Noel is a mess. I don't.. oh my god.. can you come get me?"

"Yeah, no of course I can. I'll be right there." You hang up and stand up. You grab a sweatshirt and sweatpants, throwing them on before looking around, "Henry is dead?"

"I'm sorry, babe." Colby pulls you into his chest. You wanted to cry, but you felt like you couldn't, "Why is this happening?"

"I don't know.." Colby sighs, "Starting to freak me out, too."

"Do you want me to go with you?" Sam asks standing up and you look at him, "Yeah, please." You look up at Colby, "How's your head?"

He sighs, "Still hurts, but I thought you needed to know this."

"Thank you. Now go back to bed. I'll let you know what's going on."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You held onto Sam's hand the entire way to the scene. You squeezed his hand the more the blue and red lights filled your view.

The coroner loading the zipped up body bag into the van.

The police talking to Noel and Sophie.

Your heart was racing.

"This is awful.." you mumble as tears well up in your eyes, "Fuck.." you wipe your face and take a deep breath, "I'm going to get Sophie and see where Noel is going."

Sam nods, "I'll be here."

As soon as you get out of the car, you're greeted by Officer Tylers, "Isn't it a bit late for you?"

You roll your eyes, walking past him as you make your way to the girls, "I'm so sorry." You whisper and they both fall into you, sobbing hysterically, trying to speak but it's just mumbles and gasps for air.

Tears stream down your face, "We're going to figure this out. I promise." You lay your hands on the back of their heads, "Come on." You look at the officer, "Are they.. can we go?"

The officer nods, "Yeah, they're good."

You walk them to Sam's car, and of course, Dave is still standing there, "Get home safe now." You ignore him as you help the girls get in, Sam talks to them as you turn to get up front.

"Hey, y/n. Where were you tonight?"

Without any hesitation, "I was home, getting railed by my boyfriends." You shoot him a glare, "Now leave me alone." You get back into the car and Dave walks around to Sam's window, tapping on it.

Sam sighs, rolling it down slightly, "Can I help you, Officer?"

"go easy on this one. She's been through enough already, alright?" Dave motions towards you and Sam keeps his lips together, giving him a forced smile, "No need to worry about that. She's in good hands."

You avoid looking at him the entire time Sam turns around in the driveway, "That dude is a fucking creep."

"Was that Dave?" Sophie sniffles, "I didn't know he was an officer here."

You nod, "Neither did I until he questioned me at the station yesterday."

"That dude has always been weird with you." Sophie adds, which catches Sam's attention, "How so?" You shake your head, "We don't need to talk about that right now. Please?"

Sam gives you the, we'll talk about it later, look and takes your hand into his as he focuses on driving you guys back to the house.

It was quiet, all but the sniffles and sobs from the girls in the back. The whole time, you kept thinking about why you didn't really feel remorse for Nina, Levi, and now Henry.

It surprised you. You were usually a person who cared so much, and now you're putting on an act so no one questions you.

"I'm sorry, Sam." Sophie says from the back seat. Sam looks at her in the rear view, "For snapping at you and Colby. You guys were just trying to figure out what happened and I didn't need to be a bitch."

Sam shakes his head, "no worries, Soph."

"I'm going to tell Colby, too. You guys didn't deserve that." Sophie leans back, rubbing Noel's back, "Are you okay?"

"I think I'm going to puke." Noel lays a hand over your mouth and Sam stops right as she opens the door, spitting on the ground outside.

You turn around, holding onto the seat as you reach out, holding what you can reach of her hair back, "Let it out. It's okay."

Sam admires how caring you are of your friends, the people you love. But to him, that's not an invitation for them to take advantage of that, be nasty then expect her to pick up right where they left off, forgetting it even happened.

Sam believes you're too good for everyone in this town. Hell, him and Colby sometimes tell each other that you're too good for them, but you make them realize that they need you, without even realizing it yourself.

They're obsessed with you.

Your body.

Your personality.

The way you carry yourself, even on the worst days.

You're the reason Sam and Colby get up everyday.

You're the reason as to why they started killing.

At first, they wouldn't have even thought about committing a murder, but once the words about what happened left your drunken lips, they vowed that from that day on, you weren't ever going to get hurt again, and if you did, they'll hurt who hurt you, ten times over.

Henry's death was more personal, as said. He disrespected Sam, and that's not something you do when Colby is around.

They've fantasized together about you killing with them. Thinking about seeing you pull one of their knives out, plunging it deep it into someone flesh and twisting.

I wasn't until you tapped Sam's cheek, snapping him out of his thoughts that he realized he was staring, "Hmm. Sorry." He chuckles slightly and faces forward, starting to drive once your back in your seat correctly.

His hand goes to your leg, and he squeezes. You bite your lip, laying your hand over his.

"Who would want to kill Henry?" Noel whispers as she starts to sob, "Why him? He didn't do anything wrong." Her hands fall into her lap and she leans on Sophie, "I loved him."

"I know you did." Sophie sniffles, "We all loved Henry. He was such an asshole, but he was one of the funny, good assholes."

You laugh slightly, "Yeah, that he was."

"You guys hungry or anything?" Sam asks looking back and they shake their heads. Noel laughs slightly, "I don't think I'm ever eating again, honestly."

"I've never seen a dead body, and the fact-" Sophie takes a sharp breath, trying not to cry again, "I'm so mad."

You thought it was a little strange that Sophie was so distraught, like yes. They were all friends and always hung out, but she's acting like it was her boyfriend that died.

"Any news on Eli?" You look back at Soph and she nods, "Nope. Still in holding." You frown, "Well they can't hold him. He obviously didn't do this because Henry died while he was in there."

She nods, "You're right. They can't keep him because this proves it wasn't him." She sighs, "Fuck. This whole thing is a fucking mess."

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

PART TWO

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[fraugwinska]

Hello Dear!

I hope your requests are open, if not then totally ignore this.

Can I get a reader x alastor where reader is doing something Charlie asked her to do like writing some scripst or some stuff and sing along with a song from a Radio ( you put a spell on me, from Austin Giorgio )

Just for alastor to come in teasing her to dance with him while he's doing just the things the song says?

>~< >~<

Djj3jdu3bkdkeik don't forget to eat and drink water!

Hello gorgeous! First of all: Thanks for a new addition to my 'Alastor'-Playlist ;> Second of all: YO, I live for promts like that - seeing that my main fic has a lot of scenes involving songs ;>

I experimented a little, leaving the end open for maybe a follow up, if wanted :P Enjoy, dear Frauchen @penelope-potter

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You put a spell on me

Your mouth felt dry. How many envelopes had you closed now? One hundred? Two? You had stopped counting.

You cursed your bad luck at drawing sticks - it was the reason you had to sit back alone, working on getting recruiting letters for the hotel into cheap envelopes while the others were on a day out at LooLooLand.

Not that you were particularly interested in going to this amusement park (roller-coasters gave you vertigo and clowns the creeps), but it felt lonely being the one left behind.

Finding the silence in the foyer where you put up your work station too depressing you had quickly turned on the clunky cathedral radio that sat in the corner. Dialing back and forth, you finally found a nice station, a good mix of old and modern songs alike, and it made the repetitive task easier. You hummed along with those you knew, and tapped your foot to those you didn't.

Grabbing another envelope, a song you knew well came on, a favorite of yours that had dominated your playlists when you were alive. The piano and smooth voice of the singer echoed in the empty hall, creating an effect similar to a concert hall. You smiled to yourself, now glad that you were alone, and sang along.

You put a spell on me

I'm losing my mind

You better stop these things

It's a matter of time

You folded the letter in front of you, you body softly swaying by the sound of the music. How long has it been since you listened to it? Must've been months, you've almost forgotten how sensual the lyrics were. Your fingers slid over the fold of the paper you made, slower and more overly dramatic than before. Your smile widened at your silly reaction – you always had a thing for theatrics.

Before I hunt you down

Grab your chin and kiss your lips

You bring me back

I lay you down and grab your hips

And we lose all control

And before you know it

Deciding your work could wait for just one song, you put down the things you had in your hand, pushing yourself off the sofa. When would you get another opportunity like this? Forgotten was the frustration to be left on their own – this was an unexpected opportunity. Freedom.

You rounded the loaded coffee table full of papers and just danced, just for yourself, like you had so many times in that dingy, little living room in your old apartment, with no one to judge you.

Closing your eyes, you turned on the balls of your feet, hands moving over your body wherever you felt like they should, feeling almost alive again. You turned and twisted in what could be a waltz, could be anything, really, hips loose and movements fluid, you felt like a red satin scarf caught in the wind at night.

I put a spell on you

Now you're mine

I've got a hold on you

At least for the night

Another step forward, turning around yourself, something made you shiver. You didn't realize how much you missed this, missed losing yourself in your favorite piece of music... that was the reason your hairs stood up at their roots, wasn't it?

You opened your eyes to catch the flickering lights of the hotel decrease in intensity, going from shining in a bright orange into burnt amber.

That's odd. You thought just as you had the feeling of fingers brushing your waist.

You know I can't help myself

When you ask tenderly

If I'd dim the lights

As your hand brushes me

And the floor swallows your clothes

And your silhouette puts on a show

You startled when you looked down, seeing not your own, but a familiar looking shadow swirling through your feet, it's eyes and mouth pulled into a menacing grin glowing in cyan. You stopped in your tracks, frozen in place. You knew that shadow. And where that shadow was, there also was...

“Oh, please, don't stop on my behalf, darling. It was just getting good.”

Alastor appeared from the shadows next to the radio, his grin full of mocking glee. You felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment. Oh please Satan no. Why was he back? He went out with the others, you had seen him leaving with the rest of the gang.

“I thought you went to LooLooLand....”, you said nervously into the now quiet foyer. Alastor had put his hand on the radio, silencing it when you had stopped moving.

“I decided that childish attractions and cheap shows weren't really my kind of entertainment when...”, he laughed, tilting his head. “... there's a much more invigorating spectacle awaits right at home.”

You wanted to sink into the ground. Alastor always liked to tease you, saying he liked how you get flustered oh-so-easily, and he wasn't wrong. Part of why you didn't do things like these in the hotel was that you were incredibly shy, to the point of even being ashamed of the things you liked. A nice little memento from your past life – the weird one. The strange-hobbies one. The funny-looking one. The one-who-talks-too-much. And him being the teasing one didn't make it any better, given he was – yes you dared to think it – really handsome. The kind of handsome that could make you think about at night. In your bed.

“I was just... I thought I was alone.”

“That I could see.” Alastor chuckled, walking towards you with heavy-lidded eyes, hands folded behind his back. “Neglecting your drab duties to twirl around alone like a sad little figurine on a music box.”

“I-I... just took a break.”, you stuttered reluctantly, your fingers picking the skin of your arms.

“Mhm... only from what I'm curious. Who knew you like to use your free time to sing and dance?” He halted one step away from you, grin wide and toothy. “How come you didn't share these feeble talents with us, dear? Charlie would've been delighted.”

The spot of skin where you scratched yourself repeatedly started to turn red and sore. “I'm... not really comfortable... showing... I'm not good, anyways.”

“Ah, always so timid, so easy to pick on. You do make it too easy for me, darling, presenting yourself to be the perfect prey.”

He stepped forwards, pulling you in at your waist and taking your hand into a dance position. For a second, you forgot to breathe, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. The heat in your face was unbearable now, and you tried to writhe out of his grasp, but his grip was iron-clad. He smirked down to you, one brow up.

“How about we make it a tad less pathetic? Hm?”

The radio illuminated again, this time in a shade of moss green, not the usual warm yellow, and the song started again.

“Come on, little one, let's see if you're any braver with the addition of a partner.”

You put a spell on me

I'm losing my mind

You better stop these games

It's a matter of time

Alastor pulled you through the room, light footed and with a superior confidence. You were too stunned and much too intimidated to protest, just focused on preventing yourself to - god forbid - step on his toes and not to make more of a fool of yourself.

This really was hell – he'd think you were a complete idiot, talent- and useless. Dancing by yourself when no one's there to see your mistakes or silly choices was fun and all, but dancing with someone, less Alastor? You didn't want to think about how much of a loser you must look to him.

But he was only smiling, leading you with such force the steps came automatically. He was a skilled dancer, you knew that, and he proved it in this moment. With every passing note your feet became more steady, your back less tense until you flowed with him rather than struggled within him.

Alastor grinned, as if he just won a bet, and with his hand still on your waist, guiding you in another turn, he freed his other hand from yours and leaned in.

Before I hunt you down

Grab your chin and kiss your lips

Then you bring me back

I lay you down and grab your hips

And we lose all control

And before you know it

It all happened so fast, too fast to really process. His fingers pulled your chin up to him, and before you knew it, his lips caught your own in a sudden, electrifying kiss. Sharp teeth cut the tender, mavue skin, spilling a droplet of blood which he stole from the source, leaving you with an iron taste on your tongue and a frazzled mind.

Just a gasp later, he pulled you into a dip, his hands on your waist and hip hovering you just above the ground. You felt dizzy, your exposed neck right in front of his hungry mouth, so close you felt his breath, hot and wet. You trembled in his arms as he slowly pulled you up again, his eyes glued onto yours, mesmerizing and burning with the command – Don't you dare look away now.

You give me fever

And drive me insane

You keep me going in circles

With potions and bottles

And I can't escape

There wasn't any fancy movements now, just the sway of both of your bodies, closer than before, like waves crushing from the ocean to the shore. You didn't know what he saw in your face, but if it was a reflection of what you felt, it could only be a sick mixture of confusion, longing and desire.

Which was exactly what was written in his. Behind the smile that never seemed to leave him, there was no more of that mischievous, mocking attitude. More serious than you've ever seen him before, he was looking Hungry. Eager. Captivated.

I can't escape

Oh, I'm lost in your ways

Oh, I can't escape

Baby

Alastor pulled you again into the dance, moving through the room with you, the whole world around you turning instead of the other way around. But this time, the distance between you left no room for even a sheet of paper – you were pressed into him, he was holding you so damn close to him. A perfect fit, two pieces of one mold.

In a single motion, he put both of your hands on the back of his neck, while his flew to your back, sliding to your hips in sensuous trails. You felt his clawed fingertips through your clothes, sending delicious little tremors through your nerves up your spine.

Your head had stopped thinking straight - or at all - completely flooded with the feeling of his warm body on yours, his hands where you'd never thought they'd be, and that god forsaken look on his face. Even sex couldn't feel this intimate.

I put a spell on you

And now your mine

I've got a hold on you

At least for the night

At least for the night

The song ended, abruptly, and when the last note hit, you came to a halt, still entwined in one another, still connected through your gaze. Neither of you said anything, you just stared into each others eyes. Unspoken words hung in the small space between your lips, words you felt were better not said. The gnawing insecurity of yours crept back into your mind, threatening to break the spell you both were under by making you say something stupid. Alastor slowly let go of you, the last thing leaving you were his hands from your hips as he stepped away from you.

“How about that?”, he said quietly, more to himself than to you. Then, without another sound, he just melted into his shadows, vanishing from the foyer and leaving you with flushed cheeks and a torn heart - alone again.

[turnyptown]

Celeb!Gojo x POC Reader

Satoru doesn't pay much attention to the things people say about him on social media. Not until they get his girlfriend involved.

a/n: celeb gojo prolly dont even manage his own account ughhh

(POC Reader!, suggestive dialogue, pet names {princess, love, babe, etc}, m4f)

You yawn, turning over to the empty spot beside you in the bed. Per usual, Satoru was making phone calls. He called his manager about his next events and interviews, simultaneously fighting allegations on twitter and instagram.

“Cancel the party for- What do you mean I’m trending? Excuse me?”

He frantically paced the halls, shouting yet still whispering so he wouldn’t wake his love. You heard the muffled rambling of his manager on the other line.

“It’s all about you and miss [F/N]. They have an image of you two entering coachella.” Satoru sighs at the clarification as he wraps up the conversation, eager to get back to you. He lets his head hang while his hands are on his hips. He couldn’t think of what to do.

It isn’t like he doesn’t want the world to know about you, he just doesn’t want you to receive any of the hate he gets on social media, especially by crazed fans who get upset at the thought of him with someone. You knew all this and still decided to fall in love with a celebrity.

I mean, who could blame you? He’s hot!

He paced more until he caught a glimpse of you sitting up from your shared bed. He stops abruptly and takes lazy steps towards you with a small frown.

“Morning, princess. Did y’sleep well?” He mumbles against your neck, peppering it with kisses and easing back into bed with you.

You rubs your eyes with a nod, leaning into his touch. His hands were soft, but cold against your skin. You yawn before stretching and putting your weight on him as you tilt against his chest.

“Ya haven’t slept that long since I fucked you to sleep-” His comment was cut off with a harsh smack in the face with his own pillow. “Ouch, babe. Love you, too.”

“Maybe don’t say things like that in my first ten minutes of consciousness.” You pout.

He gently tackles you to lie back down as he passes you your phone, watching you scroll on social media. You come across a fan edit of him before huffing and scrolling onto the next post.

Satoru reaches his hand out to scroll back up to the edit of himself. “What’s this? You make this or somethin’?”

You sigh before denying his inquiry, “No, Satoru, it’s an edit from one of your many fans.”

“Go to the comments, what are they saying?” He smiles, eager to receive the praise he gets on the daily from a bunch of strangers online.

You tap the comment section to open the pop-up and start to scroll through. He squints to read them and is taken aback by a few things.

“No lube, no… What the fuck? We aren’t stopping until- hold on, who is we?” Satoru gasps at the replies to a simple video of flashing lights and transitioning video clips of him. Is this really all it took to be talked about like a pornstar? He wasn’t sure how to feel.

A particular comment catches his eye.

‘guys chill yk he got a girl now’

‘when?!?! omg link??’

‘js search “satoru gojo girlfriend coachella” on youtube’

“Oh, way to keep a secret, Gojo is my idol underscore fifteen!” Satoru groans.

You continue scrolling through the replies which, to your surprise, are becoming less about your boyfriend and targeted towards you. And not in a good way.

Insult after slur and slur after insult, they were just going in on you.

‘that *** can khs, he dont deserve that thing’

‘Shes not even attractive bye’

You felt tears start to swell in your eyes, blinking them away as Satoru scanned the screen for some kind of joke. He frowned and stood up, dialing his manager again.

They exchange a few inaudible words from the other side of the bedroom door before he returns to your company and smiles widely.

“What’re you up to, Satoru?”

He doesn't reply, but instead sends you a tweet he made a moment ago.

He continues to grin as he sees your mood improve a bit, pulling you in closer. “Don’t worry about them. They’re jus’ mad cuz they probably don’t have the exotic gorgeousness you possess, baby.”

You smile but cringe a bit internally, “Never say exotic again.”

[heizuzu]

PALM TRACING. — xavier.

prompt: “I like tracing your palm, it’s distracting.”

warnings: implied that you two are dating, dorm sneaking but you haven’t gotten caught, angst, reverse hurt/comfort, mentions of death but nobody dies

Xavier hated the dreams he had, he hated the fact he could see into the future.

He knows it sounds like a dream. Literally. To see into the future, be able to predict when you’d, perhaps, win the lottery.

That’s not the dreams Xavier had though. His were more of nightmares. Constantly seeing the monster, and this was about his 3rd? Maybe 4th, time seeing the monster in his “dreams” (if you could call them that).

And even worse, it kept coming after you. Everytime. And no matter how earlier he got there, no matter what he did, he still lost you.

His breath gets heavier as he awakens from another one of these nightmares, unsure what to do. He really just needed to make sure you were fine.

So he took a small bag to last him a night or two with all his essentials, headed towards your dorm that you somehow managed to have alone, arriving there rather fast.

He then takes his phone out his bag, dialing your number. He puts the phone close to his ear before he begins to speak: “Y/N, hey, it’s me. Could you open up?”

The door opens, and there you are. He’s so, relieved. He wasn’t sure if you’d open, or if his dream came true. He unintentional, let’s his bag fall to pull you into a hug.

“Baby, you okay?” You ask, growing very concerned. It’s not that him hugging is unusual, quite the opposite, it’s just that it’s 2AM and you both have class in the morning.

“Yeah, I just,” He lets you go, picking up his bag and locking the door behind him. “Had a nightmare, is all.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

You both move closer to your bed, sitting down next to each other. He begins to trace your palm.

“I like tracing your palm, it’s distracting.” He admits, continuing to do it. Taking a deep breath, he begins to explain.

“It’s been happening for a bit but,” He takes another deep breath, his voice getting more shaky. “I just have been having these more often, and they involve you.”

You give him a look to let him know you’re listening, and that he has your full attention.

“Yeah. Weird.. I know. You’re free to kick me out if you think so, I’d under—“

“Shut up, please.”

He laughs, which you are grateful for, not continuing any further about his nightmare.

“Listen to me, please,” You plead, letting your boyfriend continue to trace your palm.

“I’m not going anywhere. Okay? Not now, not ever. I’m here for you as long as you need me. Which I hope, is forever.”

“I love you, you know? Thank you. Thank you so much.” Xavier smiles at you, before proceeding to speak again.

“You mind if I crash here for the night?”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[julianalvarez9]

RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME / MASON MOUNT

PAIRING: Mason Mount x Chilwell!Reader

SUMMARY: What hurts more than the man that you love leaving your childhood club, is having been told from the start that being involved with him was a bad idea.

WARNINGS: mason is kinda a dick in this? maybe not intentionally but...... not really Emotionally Responsible. also, Ben all the way in protective mode.

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

Are you free today? Need to talk to you about something xx

The message from Mason, earlier on the day, had made you think about this moment an endless amount of times.

In your mind, there's no other result that him asking you to be his, finally, after months of anticipation. You've been trying not to think about it, though, to avoid any disappointments in case it was just another day, but you can't really ignore the feeling in your gut: you're nervous like you've never been with him.

You figure it might be because this is your first public appearance alone together; that is, without your brother, Ben, or without any of the guys from the Chelsea team, to make it seem like this isn't what it, definitely, is: a date.

In reality, you could have figured what he wanted to tell you from the start. Even before the meeting, there had been multiple clues; like the endless flow of rumors floating around his neck -that he had, definitely, told you to ignore before-, or the public setting to have this conversation, or the chaste kiss he planted on your forehead before sitting in front of you. Not on your side.

Maybe you would have noticed all of it if you hadn't been so caught up in it. In him.

So, when the news finally exits his lips, and it turns out to be something completely different from what you had expected, you're left dumbfounded.

"I'm signing for Manchester United, Y/N. I'm leaving Chelsea this summer".

What?

Maybe you had interpreted it all wrong. From the message, to the hidden glances and forbidden touches shared between you two during all these months, away from all prying eyes, but especially, your brother's. Could it be? Or had he intended, all along, to be so cruel from the start?

Ben had never been enthusiastic with the idea of you two together, and you always assumed that it was out of protectiveness, of fulfilling the role of older brother. But maybe he knew something you didn't.

Your face must have been showing the myriad of emotions you were feeling at the moment, because Mason is quick to launch forward and take your hands in his, like he always did to comfort you. "Hey, you okay?".

As if you hadn't been showered with a cold water bucket just now. As if he hadn't thrown you into the void, without a safety net to catch you when you inevitably reach the ground.

"Yeah, yeah," you nod, enthusiastically, painting the widest smile you could muster at the moment. "'M happy for you, Mase, really happy. Just remembered I have somewhere to be right now, uhm, with Ben. I have to go".

Mason would never have let you paid, like he never did before today, but he's so confused about your sudden reaction that he isn't quick enough to stop you from throwing a couple of pounds in the table to cover your tab.

Getting out of the coffee shops feels like a blur.

Your fingers work quicker than you knew they could, dialing the contact in a second, while you rushed down the sidewalk, brushing past strangers who gave you dirty looks for pushing them out of the way. You mumbled apologies left and right, but honestly, the only thing you could see through your tearful eyes is your phone, and how the display changes when your brother, after a couple of seconds, picks up.

"He's leaving".

You don't bother with greetings or introductions. But hearing Ben sigh leads you to believe he already knows who you're referring to, even if you hadn't muttered his name. "Where are you? I'll come pick you up".

The words splutter out of your lips before you can stop them. Maybe you're saying too much, more than he needs, or wants, to know, but you're only trying to come to terms with what Mason had so carelessly announced not even ten minutes before. "I thought we were gonna talk about, I don't know, us," you bitterly laugh, and the term now feels foreign.

Angrily swiping under your eyes to stop the teardrops from falling, you continue speaking. "But no, he sits there, with his always so perfectly styled hair, and his beautiful smile," you hear on the other side of the line how Ben's car keys fall to the floor, and in other occasions, it would have been funny to you -picturing him nervous at merely hinting you find one of his best mates handsome, but now you're too angry to care. "All to tell me he's going to fucking Man United".

The line is silent for a couple of seconds while you keep on rushing past people. You don't really know where you're going, but you're crossing streets and turning in corners like your body knows where it's going without needing directions from your brain.

The words came out bitter from your tongue, almost laced with venom. As if he didn't wish to be wrong, just to see you happy. As if being right was Ben's fault. "Go on. Tell me you told me, warned me, that this would happen. I deserve it".

He's gripping the steering wheel hard, turning his knuckles white to avoid exteriorizing how angry he is at Mason for hurting his little sister. He'd probably make him hear all about it the next time they saw each other, be damned if it was in a public or private setting. Still, the words he's speaking to you through the line are tender. "I could never".

Your legs stop in the all too familiar park. Ironically, it's the same one Mason and you had came so many times before: whether it be for a small picnic, to take Summer on a playdate or to take Ben's dog for a walk.

The realisation only made you cry more, and as if on cue, your brother's arms wrap around your trembling figure. "It's alright, Y/N," Ben whispers, quietly, in your hair, "you're gonna be okay, yeah? I'll make sure of it".

The tears that blur your vision and soak Ben's shirt doesn't let you see another call from Mason; it going straight to voicemail after being denied an answer for so long. But Ben sees it, and a million thoughts cross his mind. One thing is certain, though: he can't afford losing you to Mason, and letting you go to Manchester is not on the cards.

"I'll take you home, yeah?" your older brother asks, knowing that his home would be untouched territory to his old mate. You can only nod in agreement, strength being drained from your body after crying for what feels like a hundred hours, as your mourn what could've been.

Ben knows that, even if he's only trying to protect you, and do what he feels it's right, he can't keep you far away from Mason forever: but this is, for sure, a way.

[my-beloved-lakes]

@leveragetober

Leveragetober 2023

Prompt 15: Poison

Eliot gets sick and collapses. Parker and Hardison rush him to the hospital and later find out that he was poisoned. (Under the cut)

Recently Eliot, Hardison and Parker had each started taking turns doing client meetings. Parker was getting better at them, but she didn’t really like doing it, so they had agreed to take turns. Sometimes all three of them went to the meetings together, but this time it was Eliot’s turn to go alone.

“How’d the meeting go?” Parker asked when he got back from the meeting.

“Honestly, I'm not sure we should trust this client.” Eliot admitted.

“What do you mean? Why not?” 

“I just have a bad feeling about it. Little details of her story aren't lining up. It also seems like the kind of job that would actually be better handled legally.”

“So what, we’re not necessary?” Hardison asked.

“This time, no. I don't think we are. She also seemed just a little too enthusiastic about the part where this job potentially involves crime on our part.”

“You think it’s a set up?” Parker asked.

“Maybe. How much of a background check did you do?”

“Just a brief one. Everything seemed to check out, but I'll dig a little deeper.” Hardison pulled out his laptop.

Eliot sat down on one of the stools at the counter and massaged his temples. His head was starting to throb. 

“You feeling okay?” Parker asked.

“Yeah.”

“Hmm.” Hardison said contemplatively. 

“What?” Parker asked.

“Eliot might be right about this. The deeper I dig the less her story checks out.”

Eliot pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead and squeezed his eyes shut. The low throbbing in his head had turned to pounding and the lights suddenly felt too bright, which was bad, since the office lights were pretty dim to begin with.

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Hardison asked.

“It’s just a headache.” Eliot muttered through gritted teeth. 

“Okay, go lay down.” Parker said. “We can pick up with this later.”

“Till then, I’ll keep digging and see what I can find about our client.” Hardison offered.

Eliot stood up, but stumbled and leaned against the counter, clutching at his chest. His lungs suddenly felt tight, making it hard to breathe. 

“Eliot, what’s going on.”

Eliot straightened up and tried to take another step, but his knees buckled under him.

Parker rushed forward and caught him before he hit the ground. She stumbled under his sudden weight and lowered him gently to the ground. Hardison rushed over and crouched down next to them.

“Eliot, talk to me. What’s going on?” Parker demanded.

“I– I can’t breathe.” Eliot gasped, pain coursing through his chest as he tried to take a deep breath.

"Hardison, call for an ambulance!"

Hardison already had his phone out and was dialing 9-1-1.

"It's okay Eliot, you're gonna be okay." Parker tried to comfort him. "Here, take a deep breath in with me." Parker took a deep breath, but Eliot couldn't. He opened his mouth, trying to suck in air but he couldn’t seem to get enough. 

Parker lifted Eliot's head onto her lap and Hardison squeezed his hand. Eliot squeezed back.

“Just hold on.” Hardison begged. “An ambulance is on the way.”

Eliot’s head suddenly jerked back and he let out a strangled cry as his whole body lurched with pain. Eliot squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his jaw. He heard a horrified gasp from Parker and felt a gentle hand clasp his cheek.

“Eliot, hold on.”

“Stay with us man.”

“You’re gonna be okay. Just hold on a little longer.”

Parker and Hardison’s voices sounded muffled like they were coming from far away.

“Damnit Eliot. Open your eyes.” Hardison was practically shouting but Eliot could barely hear him anymore. 

Eliot’s grip on Hardison’s hand loosened then went limp. He wanted to hold on, for them, but he couldn’t, not anymore. The pain was too much.

“Eliot, no!” was the last thing he heard as he lost unconsciousness.

***

Hardison sat next to Eliot's hospital bed, holding his hand in the vain hope that Eliot would feel it and know that he was safe. Parker was on Hardison’s lap, leaning her head against his chest. Her eyes were closed, but Hardison knew she wasn’t really asleep because he could feel her trembling.

The doctors still weren't sure what had happened and they didn’t seem very confident that Eliot was going to recover.

They don’t know Eliot. Eliot’s gonna be fine. He has to. Hardison told himself.

Hardison glanced over at Eliot. The sight of the breathing tube in his mouth and the IV in his hand made Hardison’s stomach twist. He knew that right now, Eliot was relying on the ventilator to breathe for him. Whatever had happened seemed to be affecting Eliot's lungs more than anything else.

Hardison looked up when he heard a gentle knock at the door and turned to see a doctor come in. Parker shot to attention too.

“The blood work came back.” the doctor said. “There’s good news and bad news. The bad news is your friend was poisoned.”

Hardison clasped a hand over his mouth.

“What’s the good news?” Parker demanded.

“The good news is it's a fairly easy poison to treat. We’re preparing the treatment now.”

A meeting with a potential client who’s story didn’t add up, then Eliot gets poisoned. The wheels started turning in Hardison’s mind. The client was involved in this somehow. He felt sure of it, but he didn’t have the energy to think about it now, or to figure out how the two were connected. They could worry about that later, once Eliot was okay.

***

Several hours had passed since the doctors had given Eliot the treatment for the poison and still nothing seemed to have changed. 

Hardison got up and started pacing back and forth in the room. Parker took his place in the chair.

Shouldn't there be some sign of improvement by now? What if we're too late?

Hardison suddenly stopped pacing when he heard Eliot shifting in bed. He looked over just in time to see Eliot reach up and grab at the breathing tube in his mouth and darted over, grabbing Eliot’s hand before he could pull it out. Parker stood up and moved closer in case she needed to help.

Eliot struggled against Hardison’s grip, trying desperately to reach the tube, but he was still so weak from the poison that Hardison barely had to try to keep him from reaching it. Eliot began thrashing around under Hardison’s grasp.

“Eliot, calm down, man. You’re gonna hurt yourself.” Hardison tried to soothe Eliot, but he wasn’t even sure Eliot was actually conscious. He still hadn’t opened his eyes and he wasn’t responding to anything Hardison said.

The heart monitor suddenly started beeping as Eliot's heart rate began to race.

Hardison cupped Eliot’s face in his hand and tilted his head to look at him. 

“Hey, listen to me. You’re gonna be okay, but you have to relax. Parker and I are right here with you.” 

Eliot finally opened his eyes and Hardison almost wished he hadn’t. There was so much fear and panic in his gaze as he locked eyes with Hardison. And Eliot couldn’t even say anything. Hardison squeezed his hand.

“Everythings gonna be okay,” he repeated. “I’m right here, and I got you.”

Eliot stopped struggling and relaxed a little at the sound of Hardison’s words. Hardison started to pull his hand away from Eliot's so he could pull up his chair to sit down, but Eliot tightened his grip on Hardison’s hand. He looked up at Hardison with a pleading look in his eyes.

It must have been like torture for Eliot, not being able to speak and barely able to move. Hardison knew how much Eliot hated hospitals, even when he didn’t get a breathing tube shoved down his throat. He hated the vulnerability of them.

Hardison sat down on the edge of the bed next to Eliot and Eliot squeezed Hardison’s hand a little tighter. 

“Okay, I’m not going anywhere.” he promised. “Do you think you could maybe not break my hand, though?” 

Eliot loosened his grip on Hardison’s hand a little but didn’t let go.

***

It was only a couple hours after Eliot woke up that the doctors had decided it was safe to take him off the ventilator, but Hardison knew it must have felt like ages to Eliot.

Eliot had agreed to stay in the hospital for a few days so the doctors could monitor him closely to make sure there weren’t any complications. Hardison knew Eliot, though, so he wasn’t at all surprised when Eliot insisted on leaving the hospital early. 

The doctors couldn’t do anything to stop him. Parker and Hardison had tried to convince him to stay, but it was no use. So the doctors had given them strict instructions to make sure Eliot stayed on bedrest and to keep a close eye on him.

Eliot wasn’t good at being put on bedrest. 

“Eliot, get your ass back in bed.” Hardison demanded when he saw Eliot get up and wander towards the kitchen.

Eliot just rolled his eyes and kept walking. He was recovering pretty well, but was clearly still a little unsteady on his feet. Keeping Eliot in bed was like pulling teeth.

Parker moved to stand in front of him, deliberately blocking his way.

“Parker, move. I'm hungry.” Eliot growled.

“No. go sit down. Hardison and I will get you food.” 

“It’ll put me back in the hospital if I eat his cooking.” Eliot muttered under his breath. 

Parker grabbed his arm and firmly guided him to the couch. She smiled a little to herself.

He must be feeling at least a little better if he’s making comments like that. She thought.  

“Stay.” She said, gently forcing him to sit down on the couch. 

Eliot grumbled and rolled his eyes, but he didn't try to get up.

As Parker headed back to the kitchen, she heard him shifting around and glanced back to make sure he wasn't getting up again. He had settled himself more comfortably on the couch and Hardison had joined him.

What would he do without us? Parker thought as she rummaged around in the kitchen for something easy to make.

[vanderwoodlings]

fire escape: a dan&vanessa playlist (x)

Tracklist and commentary under the cut:

1. “We’re Going to Be Friends,” The White Stripes. Here we are, no one else/We walk to school all by ourselves is definitely the specific line that made this one for them as little kids need to be here—there’s a very specific way that Dan and Vanessa’s friendship involves (but quietly and unacknowledged) their family bullshit

2. “Kids In The Dark,” All Time Low. They left alone, the kids in the dark/To burn out forever or light up a spark

3. “You Get What You Give,” New Radicals. This whole damn world could fall apart/You’ll be okay, follow your heart/You’re in harm’s way, I’m right behind/Now say you’re mine

4. “Little Cellist,” Bears In Trees. Hmmmm yeah I think they’re a little fucked in the head

5. “Walk Backwards,” Maude Latour. We’re still early days, here, little fourteen year olds who haven’t quite had anything go wrong with them yet and so they’re orbiting closer and Dan hasn’t really noticed that Vanessa’s got a crush and neither of them know it’s a bad idea

6. “Bruises,” Reneé Rapp. …but the truth is I bruise easily/And sure I’m down to be the joke/Metaphorically though.

7. “Prodigal,” David Wirsig. In the beginning we were banished/Then we stoked the fires/And scrapped our songs for salvage. The thing is, like, Dan craves acceptance by the cool kids even as he holds up his pretentiousness as a shield and Vanessa is an outsider who wants people to meet her where she is and accept her

8. “Forgive Me Friend,” Smith & Thell feat. Swedish Jam Factory. This kind of tracks us into s1: And I, I promised that we would never change/That you and me would always stay the same/How I let you down

9. “That’s What Friends Are For,” Dionne Warwick, Elton John. Keep smilin’, keep shinin’/Knowin’ you can always count on me for sure/That’s what friends are for/For good times and bad times

10. “Old Friends,” Pinegrove. …Significant amounts of this playlist may be bitchy. Maybe I should have gone out a bit more/When you guys were still in town/I got too caught up in my own shit

11. “Platonic Cuddling,” Breakup Shoes. But significant parts are also sweet! Lovely day to watch the clouds race/Lovely day, nothing I would change

12. “You’re My Best Friend,” Queen. They are. So stupid for repeatedly trying to date. I love them

13. “Give It Up,” I Fight Dragons. The UES is a seductive kind of hell. Give it up for human nature/Give it up now, bit by bit.

14. “Misfit,” High Dive Heart. I know people say that you’re a misfit/But that’s the thing I like about you

15. “Everything I Had,” Sub-Radio. And sometimes you grow apart and you don’t want to admit that things are falling apart and here you are anyway

16. “Youth,” Daughter.

17. “I’ve Been Over It,” Geowulf. Time and time again, my head just wants to find a reason why/I needed another lesson in choosing who to give my heart. Wherein you date the guy

18. “Grow Up and Be Kids,” The Cab. But it’s still gone.

19. “Dial Tones,” AS IT IS. All we ever share are dial tones

20. “Twins,” The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart. I didn’t mean to let you down/And now I know everything that’s good is gone

21. “I’m Not Calling You A Liar,” Florence + The Machine. I’m not calling you a liar/Just don’t lie to me

22. “It Ain’t Me, Babe,” Johnny Cash with June Carter Cash. Go away from my window/Leave at your own chosen speed/I’m not the one you want, babe/I’m not the one you need

23. “When We Were Writers,” Indigo Girls. This… might’ve been the first song on here? Idk the sense of artistic nostalgia just worked so very Correctly with their vibe

24. “Sober Up,” AJR feat. Rivers Cuomo. Won’t you help me sober up/Growin’ up, it made me numb/And I wanna feel somethin’ again. And we have arrived in early s4!

25. “Quarrel,” Moses Sumney. I love Moses Summey btw. Everyone should just go check him out. Quoting this as a quarrel so immorally implies/We’re equal opponents and we both antagonize

26. “i hope ur miserable until ur dead,” Nessa Barrett. She can be a little evil. As a treat. I hope you be yourself and lose your friends/I hope they call you out for shit you said/I hope you’re miserable until you’re dead

27. “Somebody That I Used To Know,” Gotye, Kimbra. But then she gets completely written off the show so… ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

28. “Please Leave A Light On When You Go,” fun. How do you fix something/That you can’t touch without hurting?/The lesson you’ve learned is leaving you dumb/Please leave a light on when it’s done

29. “Call Off Your Ghost,” Dessa. We’ve lived too close for too long

30. “Your Ex-Lover Is Dead,” Stars. I put this one one the Vanessa playlist, thinking about her and Dan, and I knew I was going to end with it the moment I started this one—it’s kind of both the best and most tragic ending for them, to me, saying ‘I’m not that person anymore’

[bravewolfvesperia]

'Responsible Commandant' has somehow turned into 'Flynn the Discovered Lightweight.'

He'd only meant to reprimand these off duty knights for being rowdy whilst drinking, but with a couple of well timed, much needed compliments and guilt tripping, there Flynn sat amongst them feeling terribly out of place. He's never really taken the time to get to know the others in a more leisurely setting; he's always got his nose in a pile of paperwork, or his legs carrying him from one place to another to handle what felt like a million and one tasks in one day. It's the only reason he agrees to 'loosen up' for a little bit, just to gauge morale and see if there's anything he can do to make things easier for them on the work side of things.

But they don't want to discuss work. No, they want their fearless, admired Commandant to ACTUALLY loosen up, so when that glass of the bar's specialty is slid his way, he hesitates. He is... technically off duty, too, and can't think of a reason not to have just a few sips... but, for someone who, literally, never drinks, a few sips is all it takes before he's got his head down on the table, his collar buttons loosened as well as his lips.

"Hey, sir! Are you committed to anyone? Ya know, romantically?"

"... wha---?"

"Do you have a partner, sir? Girlfriend?"

"... no. 'M... no.

"Well, has anyone caught your eye? Surely, even you have admired someone or two with how popular you are. Go on sir, your secret is safe with us."

Flynn falls silent, not because he doesn't want to answer the question, but rather, because the room is somewhat spinning and he'd much like to make it stop. After certain he is, in fact, still seated in his chair, he dares to lift his head up with a lopsided grin.

"Yuri. Yuri is... beautiful. Gorgeous. He... I admire. Yuri... love... mm... "

And right back down he goes, whilst the other knights sit around him with widened eyes and mouths agape.

"Yuri!? YURI LOWELL!?"

If they're looking for further confirmation, they won't get it. The Commandant, unfortunately, has already fallen asleep.

@tenebriism

Apparently Flynn had been seen going into a bar and... didn't come back out. Yuri had gone after him after hearing about it, just hoping there wasn't trouble and that this would be an easy get in, get out. Flynn wasn't usually in bars unless there was trouble, and lately there had been trouble involving Lower Quarter citizens being harassed at bars, so Yuri tended to stick his nose in... but Flynn being there first and not coming back out in a timely manner left Yuri wondering what was going on in there.

Instead of just getting in and checking on things and getting back out, he found himself standing there dumbfounded before he could even say anything to Flynn. The knights around their commandant looked up from him to Yuri, back down to Flynn and back up to Yuri's hopefully not red face. It was burning like a fever, and if he was lucky, that was all it was. For a moment he tried to speak, opening his mouth and closing it, pulling his lips in as he tried to find something to say.

He hadn't heard the full conversation, and it seemed the knights weren't even sure if he had. Yuri knew they were talking when he approached, but he'd only really tuned in properly at hearing his name. Hearing Flynn talk about him wasn't unusual, but he couldn't help dialing in at hearing his name in general.

It just... was not what he expected to hear. Maybe the admire part wasn't so shocking - they both admired each other and it would be pretty useless to deny that and the fact that they both knew it - but the rest of it had thrown him for a loop. Gorgeous...? Love...? Maybe it made sense that Flynn had never told him that outright, since something like that might have needed a certain setting, but...

Wait, he said love?!

Flynn looked... passed out. Had they let him drink...? He wasn't exactly against the idea of Flynn drinking, but evidently it was... no ally of his. Not between his head now resting on the counter and the words that had slipped with no restraint. Flynn wasn't the type to joke around or play some drinking game either, much less say something like that in the middle of any of that.

"So... I came to... check on him..." His eyes looked from Flynn to the knights, eyes still wide as it felt like the entire room was staring at him. There was no way that was the case with how many people were in the building, but it felt like the whole world could be staring right at him right about him. "He... looks like he... needs to be... carried out..."

At this point the knights didn't even have any questions about Yuri checking on him. On an ordinary day one of a bunch of knights might have asked what his business was, and he had no way of knowing if these guys were the type to act up like that, but at the moment, not a single one of them seemed to know what to say or do except nod and agree awkwardly. "So... can I... have some help getting him up...? I can carry him back..."

Now the knights hurriedly shifted and agreed. Yuri couldn't tell if they were awkward about the drunken confession itself and that it was about Yuri, awkward that Yuri had heard it or both. He wasn't even sure how he felt that some of these knights seemed to know his name like that, but he wasn't processing that part very well when he was too distracted with... uh... other words he'd stumbled into.

The knights were hastily getting Flynn safely out of his seat and onto Yuri's back, and it seemed like none of them had a single complaint in their awkwardness. Similarly, neither did Yuri. He might have had something to say about Flynn drinking at all, because it was odd that he would be at all, and he suspected the knights may have dragged him into it or convinced him into it after making it too difficult to say no, but he found that he physically could not voice those thoughts right now.

Would Flynn remember this when he woke up...? Did that even matter when there was no chance of Yuri forgetting it? Were they going to have to talk about this?! Eventually Flynn would notice Yuri acting like a weird mess!!!

This was going to be the weirdest mess of a night in Yuri's life, in fact. There was... processing... to be done.

[imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend]

I’ll Take Care of You, Chapter 26: Flight

Been too long, I know. I’m sorry.

Happy new year!

Fic Summary: Reader works in the hospital where Billy Russo keeps his mother. They’ve caught each other’s eye. But she thinks he is the devoted son… little does she know what hides behind a handsome face and expensive suits.

Posted on my ao3 as well :)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Fem!Nurse!Reader

Chapter Summary: Billy keeps his promise and lets you call your friend

Warnings: swearing, being held against will,

Words: 1.4k

Masterlist ~~ Chapter 25

~

From his spot on the couch, Billy had dialed whoever was holding your friend at Anvil, told him to give the phone to your friend, and then handed you his phone. You went to Curtis’s room to have some privacy.

“Hi, it's me.”

Your friend cried when she heard your voice over the phone. She couldn’t even formulate words at first. It made your throat close up and tears well in your eyes, but you did your best not to break down.  

"I'm okay, babes. And you're going to be too." You said.

"Oh thank God, you got away. But… but how are you calling me if you're not with him?"

That felt like a gut-punch.

"I'm still with Billy." You said after a beat.

Dead silence, then, "What?"

"Listen, we talked things through-"

"You're kidding, right? You're not telling me you talked things out with a murderer and that you're staying with him." Her tone was that of utter disbelief.

"I know it might be hard to believe, but he regrets his actions in the past. And he's changed. He's not going to be like that anymore. He promised me he's giving it up."

She laughed. It wasn't a nice laugh. "You can't be serious right now. I thought you were smarter than this. I don't know how he's got you fooled."

"He doesn't have me fooled." You tried not to snap at her, but you didn't like being insulted. You needed her to know that this is what you wanted and that you were going to be okay.

"I can't believe that. I told you what he’s done, and that’s probably not even the half of it. I don't know why you aren't biting and screaming and clawing your way away from him."

"He… hasn’t done anything to hurt me. He loves me. And I love him." You said simply. "I want to spend the rest of my life with him. Maybe it's not smart to forgive him of his past. But I want him to be happy, and I want to be happy. And that means we're staying together."

“Is he forcing you to say this? Has he hurt you or threatened you? Has he threatened to do something to me?”

“I’m fine! He’s going to let you go when we’re safe. He’s done nothing but keep me safe. And I’m saying this of my own free will. I know it’s complicated, but it’s what I want and need. I don’t know what I’d do without him.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I know it’s a lot to take in-” you said.

“It’s too much!”

“I’m sorry that this is hard for you, but I’m staying with him.”

"I can't imagine he's going to stay in the U.S. And if you go with him, you may as well be aiding and abetting a fugitive.

"I'm not aiding or abetting him." You scoffed.

"Then don't go with him."

You didn't say anything.  

She sighed in frustration at your silence. "I don't understand this, babes. I'm sure he's not really going to let you get away from him anyway. I can make it out to be that you're a hostage."

"What do you mean? I'm not a hostage.”

"Well, as much as I'm okay with DHS going after your criminal boyfriend, I don't want to see your name on a most-wanted list."

"I don't understand."

"I love you too, Y/N. I'm going to protect you the best I can even though I think you're being an idiot."

Your throat clenched again. "What?"

"I don't even think you're really on Homeland's radar. Sure, they know Billy is dating you. But they don't think he'd involve you in this. If your name ever pops up, I'll do my best to make you seem innocent."

"You don't have to do that."

"Well, I'm sure I'll never see you again. So if this is what I have to do, then I'm gonna do it." She choked on sobbed.

Tears streamed down your cheeks. "Well, I love you, too!"

She laughed then, and sniffled. "I hope I'll see you again someday, babes."

You sniffled too. "Me too. I really do."

You hung up before you really started to sob.

You turned around and saw Billy leaning against the door frame. You wiped at your cheeks. “What are you doing up?”

“Wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You sniffled. “I’m fine.” You walked over to him and handed him his cellphone. “Thank you for letting me call her.”

“You’re welcome, baby girl.” He put his phone in his pocket. “Are you sure you’re okay.”

You nodded. “I will be.”

“Okay. Come on. We gotta get going.”

You nodded again. “Okay. I really wish you’d let yourself rest more, though.”

“We don’t have time for that.”

“Fine. But then I’m driving.”

Billy raised an eyebrow at you. “Is that so.”

“Yup. We just pulled a bullet out of you. You’re probably high on the pain meds.”

“I am not high.”

“Well, there’s no way I’m letting you drive.”

“You think you can handle the Wraith?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I can handle you; I think I can handle anything.”

Billy bit his lip. “You behind the wheel of my car is gonna be hot as fuck.”

You shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. “You’re ridiculous.”

He grinned. “Let’s go, then. I’ll give you directions.”

“One second.” You went back into the kitchen and wrote ‘Thank you’ on a sticky note and stuck it on Curtis’s fridge.

“You’re such a sweet girl.” Billy purred into your ear. He had come up behind you.

“Well, he did save my boyfriend’s life. And I’d never even met him before.” You turned around and gave him a pointed look.

He grinned and leaned down to steal a kiss. Then he handed you the keys. “Here you go, Driver.”

“Thank you. Let’s go.”

***

Billy had led you put of the building, one hand over his abdomen and the other holding his gun. No one was waiting to ambush you anywhere in Curtis’s building, or outside by the car.

You kept checking your mirrors, but it didn’t seem like any cars were following you. You also kept looking over at Billy, but he seemed fine. He told you which streets to take, when to turn, also once telling you to take it easy on the acceleration.

Now, you were pulling into a private hanger, and there was a private jet sitting right out in front of it. There were other cars in the hanger, and Jack was waiting by one of them.

He walked over to the two of you as you got out of the car.

“Nice to see you, Miss Y/L/N.”

“See you’re not dead.” Was all you offered back.

You looked over at Billy and he was shaking his head with a smirk.

Jack looked at you sincerely. “Thanks for taking care of the boss.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and looked away.

Billy came up to you and put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him to press a kiss to your cheek. “She’s the best little nurse.” Billy said affectionately.

You tried to fight the heat creeping up your neck and cheeks.

“Okay. We’re late enough as it is. What did you manage to bring?” Billy asked Jack.

“Not much. Just what was already in the car.”

“Okay. Not perfect, but better than nothing.” He looked at you. “Sorry, baby girl. Looks like you’re getting a new wardrobe.”

“Whatever.” You sighed.

Billy gave you a tight-lipped smile. “Ever flown before?” he changed the subject.

“Just domestically.”

“Well, get ready for international, baby!” he grinned.

You gave him a little smile back, and let him take your hand and lead you away.

Billy let go of your hand and let you go up the little staircase to the jet. It was really fancy, the most luxurious thing you had ever seen. Like Billy’s Wraith but a jet. It had single seats, and one long couch. You took a seat, and Billy sat across from you.  

He was watching you carefully. “Are you okay?”

Were you? You were just about to flee your country. It was a lot to take in. Almost too much. But you knew Billy would take care of you. It was just scary.

“It’s just a lot.” You said quietly.

Billy looked at you sympathetically. “I know, baby. But I’ll take care of you. Just like you’ve done for me.”

You smiled softly. “I know you will.”

~

Author’s note: Yeah I’m sorry this is so short and took so long. I hope this was okay.

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Chapter 27

[skylarmoon71]

Eobard Thawne - (Flash) AU Chapter 6

Eobard received a call from Joe pleading for your whereabouts. After he’d assured the mayor that you were fine, you’d made a promise to speak with all of them tomorrow in Star Labs. You know there is a lot that needs to be discussed. But you weren’t worried about it tonight.

“Well I should get out of your hair. If you need anything you have my number.” He’s next to the door, but you stop him before he can take off.

“I don’t!”

Eobard pauses at the yell.

“I don’t have your number.” You explain. He pulls out his phone and dials the number. When your phone begins ringing, you lift it with flushed cheeks.

“Oh. M-My bad.”

Eobard just smiles.

“That’s alright. Alternate realities tend to do that. “

Your eyes shift to the contact just as he ends the call. You take notice of the little pink heart you have next to his name. You place the device back into your pocket. It’s probably best if you keep that to yourself.

“If anything comes up I'll be here in a heartbeat.”

You believe it too. There’s something genuine about Eobard's concern that keeps throwing you off. So rather than walk on eggshells and ignore the very heated kiss, you feel as though you need to ask the obvious.

“How long have you had feelings for me?”

He looks caught off guard by the question.

“I…w-well I..” His cheeks become red and the innermost part of your mind actually wants to squeal at the sight. How can he make such an innocent expression? You take a step forward and it’s possible that adds to his nerves.

“How long, Eobard?”

That’s the one time that you use his name without hostility or anger.

“Ten years!” He blurts out.

“We’ve known each other forever. When I realized how I felt I kept it to myself because I didn't want to hurt you. I saw how much losing your parents broke you. So I always promised myself that I would be there to look out for you. Maybe it started out as me being protective but to me it became more than that I-” He stops himself. Because it feels like he’s saying too much too soon. You’d literally just stopped looking at him like a killer a few hours ago.

“I didn’t plan to fall in love with you, it just happened. Loving you has been the best thing in my life.”

You’re completely and utterly speechless.

This plot sounds a lot like Barry and Iris’s situation that the entire group of Team Flash witnessed over the years. You even used to tease Barry about his crush. When they got together you swore you’d never seen Barry happier.

Now here Eobard Thawne stands telling you that he’s had these feelings since the both of you were children.

“I don’t expect anything from you. I really don’t. I know this is a lot. I can’t imagine what must be going through your head right now. Just know that whatever happens between us, I’ll always be here to protect you. “

Once again he’s giving you reassurances.

This really had to be an alternate universe.

You lift your hand, and you reach for his. Your fingers brush his, and Eobard looks down as you gently squeeze his hand.

You can’t give him confessions of your love. Because saying that would be unfair to him. There is still so much you need to figure out.

What you do know is you do feel something for this man.

“Thank you for being honest with me.”

The smile you wear makes his heart stutter. He rubs his thumb along your knuckles.

“Anytime.”

The following morning when you walk into Star Labs, the sight of them all lined up is intimidating.

“I told you guys this would make her nervous.” Caitlin says.

“It was Cisco’’s idea!” Barry states.

“I don’t see any of you coming up with ideas!” Cisco defends.

The back and forth banter is nice. Joe gets between them, trying to calm them down. Eobard even gets involved, and Iris shuffles over to you, fixing the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

“You look better. I’m glad.”

“I am, thank you. Really.” She shakes her head.

“There’s no need to thank me.”

This contrast in personality is sort of adorable to watch. There is something else you’re curious about.

“Hey Iris, are you and Barry a couple by chance?” You aren’t sure how, but the entire room goes silent. Barry’s face has erupted in red.

“(Y/N) you promised you would never say anything!” Barry protests.

“O-Oh I’m sorry it’s just on earth two the both of you are actually married and in my reality you-”

“M-Married!!” Iris squeaks. She sends one glance at Barry before she begins rambling and takes off. Caitlin starts laughing.

“Good going (Y/N).” She follows an embarrassed Iris down the hall.

“I-I’m sorry.”

That's all you can say.

Joe, Cisco and Eobard begin laughing, and the atmosphere seems to mellow out.

Everything feels settled, you’re relieved. 

“About before. What I said to you about not being family, I’m sorry.”

Barry is sitting with you in the med bay as the others converse. You turn to him.

“About a year ago you were kidnapped while we worked a case. The meta was impersonating people. He was here for three hours and no one realized that it wasn’t you. Eobard came in and within fifteen minutes of working he noticed that something was wrong. We all thought that you’d been acting strange that day, but we barely questioned it. “ Barry looked down at his shoes.

“I guess some part of me still feels responsible for that. When you came in ranting about other realities I just felt like that again. Like we were being tricked. I shouldn’t have been so harsh.”

You can’t help but smile.

There may be some clear differences. But perhaps Barry Allen in every universe feels inclined to always protect the people around him.

“I’m sorry too. I’ve been treating you all like enemies. Being in this situation isn’t ideal. But in a lot of ways I’m still surrounded by family. Whatever this is, whatever the outcome, we’ll deal with it together.” Barry shares your smile. He places a hand around your shoulder, and you lean in.

“Thanks for always looking out for me Barry.”

Your soft whisper sounds like that of a vulnerable child. Barry turns, pulling you into a full hug. You relax into the embrace.

[assortedfruitsnacks212]

She Knows

A post-S3 AU.

--

He'd been avoiding her since that day.

The girl. El, or whatever her name was.

Back in the spring, that wouldn't have been too difficult. Believe it or not, Billy Hargrove's usual activities didn't involve hanging out with children. He had no patience for them, first of all. Second of all, they found him terrifying at the best of times. He cursed, drank, and stalked around town with a chip on his shoulder so large you could practically see it. If people got ratings from the MPAA, his would be a neon sign blinking over his head: "Warning: RATED R for strong language and violence."

His lifeguard job hadn't changed things much. Sure, he'd been around kids, but he'd never hung out with them—only scared them into behaving. Not a bad gig for someone who loved yelling.

All that to say, he should never have seen the girl again. 

And yet here he was, holding the front door open, staring at the girl as she stood on his porch.

"Hi," she said. Totally calm, as if this was normal.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit!

"Max isn't here," he said. "Try her boyfriend's."

He slammed the door and walked away. Of course, it would never be that easy. She knocked on the door immediately, and he stopped in his tracks, growling in frustration.

Storming back to the door, he opened it with unnecessary force. "Did you hear me? I said Max isn't here."

She gazed up at him, unfazed by the lethal glare he'd spent years perfecting.

"I'm not looking for Max," she said.

Oh fuck. Oh shit!

He shouldn't have stayed home today. He should've dragged his ass out of bed and gone somewhere. Anywhere.

As he stared dumbly at her, paralyzed by sheer terror, she ducked under his arm and entered the house. He blinked, hardly realizing what was happening. Then it struck him, and he whirled around, face growing hot.

"Hey! Y-you can't be here!"

"Why not?" she asked, not even looking at him. She was bumming around the living room, glancing at the pictures on the walls, as if she'd never been here before.

"Because..."

He hesitated. Goddamn it. What could he even say?

Because I'm threatened by you? 

Because you know my deepest secrets, and that scares the shit out of me?

"...Because it isn't safe," he said, adding a hint of menace to his voice.

That got her attention, but not in the way he wanted. She shot him a withering look, then rolled her eyes.

Fuck. She knew. He could never threaten her again, or even pretend that he could maybe threaten her. She'd crashed through his defenses weeks ago, and there was no getting them back.

A spike of adrenalin shot through him. He caught it, though, and directed it. Slowly, with measured movements, he turned and shut the door. He stayed there a moment, hand flat against the doorpost, heartbeat pounding in his veins.

Pushing off the door, he whipped around suddenly.

"Why are you here?"

To his satisfaction, she actually flinched. Maybe he could scare her still. "I-I wanted to talk."

"About what?" He walked toward her. Daring her.

"About Starcourt. About what I saw."

"Oh really? Well, guess what, kid. I don't want to talk about it. And I know about your powers, how they've dried up like shit in the sun. I know you can't make me do anything. So why don't you scurry on outta here—" he dialed his glower up to ten "—before I get nasty."

He stopped two paces away from her. They stared at each other for a few beats, him still glowering, her meeting it head-on. He watched her expression intently, waiting for the moment she crumbled into tears and fled.

It never came. Instead, anger flashed across her face.

Then she turned and walked out of the room.

His mouth fell open. "Hey!" He stormed after her, alarm growing as he followed her down the hall. She was—oh shit, she was heading for his room. "Hey! Don't you dare go in there!"

She ignored him completely, sailing right in as if she owned the place.

He went as far as the doorway before he stopped. He'd fully intended to stomp in, grab her by her scrawny neck, and throw her out, but something made him lose his nerve. Grabbing both sides of the doorway, he sagged a little as he tried to control his breathing. 

Meanwhile, the girl bummed around his room just like she had the living room, looking at things. Touching things.

Fuck. This. Kid.

"I don't know what you're looking for," he panted, "but there's nothing. Nothing you haven't already seen. Okay? You ripped my goddamn soul open. Anything in here... it means nothing."

"I didn't."

Her quiet reply threw him off balance. "What?"

She looked at him from where she stood by his dresser. "I didn't rip you open. You let me see."

He stared at her, vision going hazy as he flashed back to that day. Sitting on the bed, compelled by an unseen force to stay there, to wait. A presence glitching into existence in front of him, reaching out, taking his hand. Soft words echoing: "I want to see." Him looking up and locking eyes with her. Grabbing her. Throwing her.

He shook his head, dislodging the memory before he saw too much. "The hell I did," he spat. 

She considered his answer, then shrugged. Fine, keep lying to yourself, the gesture seemed to say. 

Clenching his fists helplessly, he watched as she picked up where she left off, skating a hand over his dresser, glancing at the pinup on his wall. When she turned toward his bed, she hesitated. Her face fell, and she reached out to touch the mattress.

"You were here," she said. "When I saw."

He scoffed. "Yeah, no shit."

"What was it like?" She turned toward him. "Did it hurt?"

"Did what hurt?"

"Having him here." She pointed to her temple.

He flashed back again. Screaming. A black poison crawling through his veins. God, it burned. It burned—

"What's it to you?" he growled.

"It did hurt, didn't it?" She looked way too caring. Mournful, even. "It hurt a lot."

"I lived. Which is bad news for you if you don't get the fuck out of my room."

His words cast a shadow over them so dark he felt the temperature drop. The light went out of her eyes, like a cloud had just blocked the sun. It surprised him at first. Part of him had started to believe she really was unshakable, and he'd have no choice but to let her win. 

But she wasn't. She was a kid after all.

Thank. Christ.

Squaring her shoulders, she walked toward the door. He stepped aside to let her through, trying not to look too relieved (though why he cared about that, he couldn't say). She sauntered down the hall, only to stop and look back from the threshold to the living room.

"Will could feel him."

Billy blinked. "Who?"

He meant who the hell is Will? She misunderstood him.

"The Mind Flayer," she said. "You're like Will now. If you feel him come back... tell someone. Okay?"

Billy swallowed thickly. Against his better judgment, he gave a small, barely perceptible nod. Satisfied, she disappeared into the living room, and a moment later he heard the front door open and close.

His breath left him in a whoosh. Leaning against the wall, he stared down at the carpet.

That was it. He'd won. He'd chased the mouthy girl-child out of the house and, hopefully, out of his life. He'd never have to deal with this shit again.

So why was his stomach twisting itself in knots right now? And why did he feel guilty?

"Fuck this shit," he muttered. Dragging a hand down his face, he turned and stalked into the newly-restored sanctuary of his room, slamming the door in the face of the world.

Fuck the girl.

Fuck the "Mind Flayer."

Fuck everyone trying to get a piece of him.

Billy Hargrove had nothing left to give.

[mbb-project-entity]

Chapter 38

Jennifer looked the dress up and down then put it back on the rack. “Too short…” she muttered to herself. Jennifer was a 3rd grade teacher and had to pick clothes that were appropriate. It was the last week of summer and she had towed her husband Mark out to the mall to find some updated school clothes.

She found a more sensible dress and held it up to her body as she looked at the mirror. It was red and white striped. Mark was wandering around the aisles, hands in his pockets and clearly bored. “Psst, how’s this look,” she called over to him.

Mark walked over and and whispered, “Not sure, I think we should go in the dressing room and you can model it for me.”

Jennifer swatted his arm, “Be for real, do you like this?”

I am being for real… Mark thought to himself, but he knew that was his boredom talking. “Yes, I like it.” Anything to get out of this store, he thought.

Jennifer cut her eyes at him. After five years of marriage, they were still very sexual but they were well past the honeymoon stage. Even though Mark may be good to go at it in the department store dressing room at 1pm on a Saturday, she was definitely able to control herself. These days, she usually needs a glass of wine and nothing on TV for her to get in the mood.

“Alright, I’m gonna get this,” Jennifer said.

Thank God, Mark thought. “I’m gonna run to the restroom and I’ll meet you at the checkout line.”

Mark headed to the back of the store. It was packed this afternoon. Kids were out of school, people were off from work… And everyone was rushing to get ready for school’s return next week. Mark eventually worked his way through the crowd and made it to the restroom. He did what he needed to do and worked back through the crowd again. He made his way up to the checkout counter and began scanning around for Jennifer. She wasn’t in line anywhere that he could see. He figured she must have already paid and walked out to the parking lot. He walked out into the summer heat and looked around.

Nothing.

She wasn’t here.

He walked all the way back to the car to make sure she wasn’t waiting there. When he saw the car sitting alone, he went back into the store. He did another scan.

Still nothing.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and called her, but it went straight to her voice mail. Her phone was off. Maybe the battery died, he thought. He dialed again to make sure and got the same result.

He decided to walk the perimeter of the store. He started back where she had been looking for the dress. Maybe she changed her mind. The red-and-white striped dress wasn’t back on the rack she had been standing at. Maybe she wanted to get a second dress. He wandered the aisles in the women’s section and found nothing. Desperately he started walking through the men’s section and children’s section, even though they didn’t have any kids, but again Jennifer was nowhere to be found.

After about 15 minutes of searching, Mark was trying not to get worried. He went up the woman at the cashier desk, who was helping another customer at the moment. “Excuse me, ma’am?”

“I’ll be with you in just a moment, sir,” she answered with a typical customer service smile.

“I just wanted to ask you if my wife had checked out here. She was buying a dress.”

The cashier smiled, “Well, sir, this is the women’s section. Every other customer is buying a dress.”

“It couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes ago. It was a red-and-white striped dress.”

The cashier nodded, “Yeah, I think I do remember her. She left with some guy.”

Mark’s breath caught in his throat. “What?” he choked out.

The cashier froze and wondered if she had gotten herself involved in some domestic problems. “I really have a lot of work to do, sir. Are you buying anything?”

“What do you mean she left with some guy?” The cashier forced a smile for the next customer and began checking them out, but Mark continued to press her for info. “It was a red-and-white striped dress. She’s this tall. Brown hair. She’s 29 years old. That’s a different woman you saw, right?”

The cashier looked uncomfortable, “Sir, look, I’m sorry if there’s some sort of problem—”

“No. No, there’s no problem. You just must be thinking of someone else that left with some guy. What guy? Where did they go? What did he look like?”

“I don’t know, sir. They left. Like out the door to leave.”

“What did he look like?” Mark pleaded. Jennifer had a brother. Maybe they ran into each other and she left with him. No, that’s wouldn’t make sense. And why was her phone off. “What did he look like?” he asked again.

“I don’t remember, okay? He had a...a gray suit—”

“A gray suit?”

“Yes, a gray suit. That’s all I remember. Look, I have a lot of customers. If you need help, talk to security—

“Can you call for her over the intercom?”

“We don’t have one of those. Talk to security. I can’t help anymore. I’ll call security myself if I have to.”

This last bit was meant for Mark, he could tell. He raised his hands to say “fine, I’m leaving” and he walked off.

He walked outside and stood on the curb. He continued to check the face of every dark-haired woman that he saw. He felt the keys in his pocket and walked back inside the store. He approached the cashier with his hands raised. “Can you do me one favor, please?” She looked at him with eyes that said “okay, but I’m getting tired of this.” He nodded and began writing something down on a piece of paper in front of the cashier, “I’m going to go home and see if she’s made it there...somehow. I don’t know how she would get home if I have the car, but I’m out of ideas at this point. If she shows up looking for me, would you call me please? Or if you just see her?” He held up his phone which had a picture of the two of them as his background. “Please.”

The cashier softened her look and nodded. “I will, sir.”

“Thank you.”* * *

Mark arrived home and found it empty.

“Jennifer? Jennifer?!” He called through the house, but only heard his own hollow echo. That was it. He had enough. He reached for his phone to call the police. He expected they would give him the excuse that always popped in movies he watched about needing to be missing for 24 hours before they’d do anything, but he didn’t know what else to do.

He had only dialed a 9 and a 1 on his phone when he heard a car door slam outside. He jerked the front door open just in time to see an unmarked van peel out after being parked in front of his house.

His wife was standing in the street.

“Jennifer?” Mark ran out to her. She looked confused and disoriented. Across her shoulder, she had her purse still and she was holding a bag with the logo of the department store. “Jennifer…” he held her by the shoulders and tried to look in her eyes, “Where were you? How’d you get here?”

Her eyes finally met his and she only stared. He repeated the questions and she only answered, “I...I’m not sure.”

“Come inside, we’re calling the police,” he pulled her arm and she gently pulled it back.

“No, no, I’m fine. I probably just forgot. It’ll come to me,” she said, rubbing her forehead.

“Jennifer, you’ve been missing for over two hours now. You disappeared at the store. Were you in that van just now?” Mark looked down the road to see if there was any lingering evidence of the strange vehicle but there was nothing. They lived in a secluded house at the top of a hill so he had a good view. There was nothing on the road around them.

“What van?” was her only answer. She stumbled away towards her home.

Another question popped into Mark head, “Was there a man in a gray suit?”

Jennifer didn’t answer.* * *

Jennifer acted odd the whole night.

It began with her walking inside and immediately stripping down naked as she walked down the hallway to take a shower, leaving her clothes behind her like breadcrumbs and tossing her purse and store bag on the bed.

Mark followed reluctantly behind her.

While she showered, Mark cleaned her mess. The department store bag had fallen off the bed. Mark inspected it to find the red-and-white striped dress inside. However, he felt something else inside and held the bag upside down.

A blank DVD case fell out.

What the… he thought.

He held up the case, flipped it over, examined it and opened it. There was an unmarked, shiny DVD in the spindle inside. There were no markings on any part of it.

Jennifer finished her shower and dried off. Usually, Jennifer would put on a tattered pair of underwear and big baggy T-shirt for the night. Instead of doing that, she walked out of the bathroom still naked and asked her husband, “Anything on TV tonight?” as if nothing had happened today.

Mark held the DVD case up, “What’s this?”

Jennifer shrugged, “Not sure. Wanna watch it?”

Mark did.

Jennifer didn’t put clothes on the rest of the night. She lounged on the couch with her tits out and walked around the living room with her ass bouncing with each step. Mark popped the DVD in and they watched it.

It starred Jennifer.

She was wearing the clothes she wore today. There was no sound. She was in a room. It looked like an office. Desk. Couch. Cheap framed painting on the wall. She was talking to somebody off camera but they couldn’t hear anything. A figure emerged from the side frame but the picture suddenly cut to a series of swirling colors.

The next thing they knew it was after midnight and the video shut off. Mark and Jennifer came out of their daze to find that Mark was sporting quite a large and painful tent in his pants. He looked at his erection then back at his wife.

“Do you mind?” he asked, pointing at his crotch.

“You wanna film me?” Jennifer asked, leaning down with a smile.

They had never done anything like this, but Mark pulled out his phone with a grin flipped it to record a video of his wife sucking his cock. Throughout the act, they would each wonder independently why they were behaving this way, but those thoughts would quickly fade away. Mark came in his wife’s mouth and she strutted off to bed. Mark shut the lights off and followed her, bringing an end to a very strange first day of the beginning of their new lives.

Mark woke up then next morning next to his still-naked wife. Even though he had seen her naked a million times by now, seeing her nude form now made his cock spring back up. He grabbed his phone and immediately went to the bathroom. He locked the door and jerked off while re-watching his blowjob video from the previous night.

Their morning went pretty normal. Jennifer finally put clothes on—which consisted of a tight fitting nightie top and a thong. The top was thin white material and Mark could see her nipples outlined through it. He couldn’t stop staring at his wife’s tits and ass. She spent the morning swatting his hands away as he constantly tried to grope her. Her flirtiness from the night before had died down it seemed but she still wasn’t shy about showing herself off.

Mark couldn’t think straight. Ever since they watched that video, he couldn’t get sex off his mind. He disappeared into the bathroom several times that day to watch the same blowjob video.

After his third jerk-off session, David walked out of the bathroom and Jennifer was gone.

Again.

He called her name and got nothing but silence. He searched every room but she wasn’t there. Opening the front door he saw nothing on the street. Her car was still here. As he closed the front door, something caught his eye. There on the front porch welcome mat was another DVD. His pulse quickened and, oddly enough, he got hard.

He took it inside and inspected it. It was just as blank on the outside as the other one. The first DVD was still sitting in the DVD player. He took it out and placed it back in its case, then popped the new one in.

Mark settled down on the couch in his empty house and watched as his wife appeared on the screen again. Just like the first movie. She was talking so someone off camera. There was no sound. She seemed at ease. She was wearing the same clothes from when she disappeared at the mall. Finally, the same shadowy figure emerged from the side. At the point that the last DVD cut off, this one kept going. The figure walked further into frame and into the light. Mark could now clearly see that the figure was a man.

And the man was naked.

Mark looked at his wife’s face. She was staring directly at the man’s cock. She was smiling and licking her lips. Mark was rock hard.

Then the video cut off and pretty colors filled the screen.

Mark was awakened by a car door slamming outside. He was still hard. His pants were around his ankles and his cock was gripped in his hand. It was several hours later in the day. He quickly got himself together, shut the TV off and ran to open the front door.

His wife was walking calmly down the driveway as the same van from before peeled off. She was wearing clothes he had never seen before. A tight black mini skirt and a red halter-top that barely contained his wife’s already-ample breasts. He wanted to fuck her then and there.

“Let’s go to the mall,” she said when she reached the front porch, “I need to bring that boring dress back and get some better shit.”* * *

Mark followed his wife around the mall again, but this time something felt different.

Mark wasn’t bored.

He wasn’t bored because he wasn’t off browsing random stuff or sitting on a bench while he wife shopped. This time, Mark followed his wife around. They still weren’t walking together though. Mark stayed about 5 steps behind her because he was staring at her butt the whole time and struggling to hide his erection.

On the drive to the mall, he had tried to ask her about where she had disappeared to but every time he tried to press it Jennifer would stretch and arch her back, sticking her big tits out at him and he would lose all interest in other subjects. Mark wanted to jerk off on his wife’s boobs so bad.

Also, strangely enough, Mark was getting even more turned on by all the stares Jennifer was receiving. There were plenty of other married couples browsing the mall on this Sunday afternoon and every male that walked past Mark’s wife craned their neck, subtly so as not to alert their own boring wife. Mark would grin to himself and rub his cock through his pocket. “Yeah, my wife’s hotter than yours,” he would think to himself. The men walking alone were even better. They would smile at her and ask her how she was doing. With Mark walking behind her to oogle her ass, they all thought she was single and Mark was liking that setup.

He really wanted to go in the bathroom. He felt his cell phone in his pocket, knowing that it contained a great image of his wife with a dick in her mouth—his dick in her mouth and he needed to relieve some pressure.

Jennifer grabbed some items off the shelf. Like last time, she asked Mark how he felt about them, only this time there was no denying that Mark wanted to see her in every outfit she found. These weren’t teacher clothes she was buying—these were clothes to show off her body.

“Want to model them for me in the dressing room?” he asked for the second time in two days.

Jennifer laughed, “Get real… I’m gonna go try these on and without your pervy ass in there too.” She walked up to him, stuck her tits up against him and whispered in her ear, “You sit out here and keep trying to hide that hard dick.” She grinned and winked at him, obviously loving the idea of teasing him. The wink was almost enough to make him cum in his pants right there but Mark held it together.

With Jennifer out of his sight, he was able to calm himself down and wait patiently. When she emerged from the dressing room, she was still fixing her top. Mark caught a glimpse of her lacy bra and he was right back to full mast.

They went to the check-out counter and Mark figured he should let the girl from yesterday know that everything turned out okay. At least, he thinks everything turned out okay. Either way, the girl wasn’t there.

“Excuse me,” he asked this new girl, “Where’s the girl that was working here yesterday?”

The new girl looked annoyed, “Oh Carrie? Yeah, she didn’t show up to work today. That’s why I got called in here on my day off. So if you see her, please remind her she has a job.”

Weird, Mark thought, but had forgotten about it by the time they had gotten to the car.

Jennifer pulled the passenger door closed and bluntly said, “Let’s go home and fuck.” Mark broke the speed limit several times on the way home.* * *

“Fuck yeah! Fuck me baby! Oh yeah, that’s so fucking good! Yeah, fuck me with that big dick baby!”

Mark couldn’t stop himself from cumming before her due to her excessive dirty talk. He didn’t think that Jennifer ever came but she jumped up after they were done and hit stop on the video camera that she had set up on a tripod in the corner. That had been Jennifer’s idea. As soon as they entered the house, Mark was ready to go but Jennifer’s main concern was recording them. She said his phone just wasn’t going to cut it.

“Gotta make sure everyone can see my tits and my ass…” she muttered to herself as she had set up the tripod, already naked by then. Mark didn’t even hear what she said. He was too busy stroking his dick and staring at his wife’s boobs.

Jennifer dismantled their makeshift production set and grinned as she walked out of the room, naked and clearly not worried about missing out on letting Mark bring her to orgasm. “Gonna go upload this… be right back.”

Mark laid in the bed and fell asleep.

When he woke up he was alone again. It was Monday morning and he needed to go to work. He saw the folded up tripod in the corner. With Jennifer out of his sights, he was able to think clearly. Something was wrong and he needed to stop it before it got any further. He took a shower without jerking off and got dressed for work. As he tied his necktie in the mirror, he thought to himself, “Someone is doing something to my wife. It’s that van.” He knew he had to stop it. He walked out of his bedroom, determined to hold his ground and help his wife. He just had to be strong. He had to be str—

As he rounded the corner to the living room, he found his wife splayed on the couch completely naked and pumping a big flesh-colored vibrator in and out of her pussy as she stared at the open laptop open beside her. She looked up at him, squeezing her tits and smiled, “My video is blowing up on Pornhub, baby. Turns me the fuck on…”

“Honey, you have to stop this…” he started to say, but he got a glimpse of her laptop screen and froze. It was the two of them. From last night. His face was in the shadows but she was riding him and making seductive eyes at the camera. She was performing. And she looks good, Mark thought, feeling himself stiffen up for the first time that morning.

He had to break away.

“We’ll talk about this when I get home!” he said and quickly hurried out the door to work before he lost himself again.

Mark sat as his desk during the work day thinking about Jennifer fucking herself with a big dildo. He had to duck into the men’s room twice to relieve himself. He didn’t want to admit to himself that he wanted to jerk off to his wife’s new porn video she had uploaded, but deep down he knew it was true. He fought the urge to look at it on his phone’s web browser.

I could just take it off the work Wi-Fi, he thought to himself. It would use up his data but he didn’t care. Mark gave in. He jerked off in his work bathroom, tie slung over his shoulder, while he typed his wife’s name into Pornhub for the first of many times to come. He watched it twice and stumbled out of the bathroom and sat back at his desk.

He watched the clock all day and finally left a few minutes early.* * *

When he got home, there was a new DVD sitting on the porch.

He knew that meant Jennifer probably wasn’t home. For the first time, since her first disappearance, he was excited because that meant he could jerk off freely. He grabbed the DVD and rushed inside.

As expected, the house was empty even though Jennifer’s car was parked outside. He knew that meant she had been picked up by the van and he would have plenty of alone time. He popped the DVD in and, without thinking, dropped his pants around his ankles.

It was a new movie this time.

Jennifer was naked.

Mark’s cock rose fully at the sight of his wife posing naked on video.

She was talking to someone again off camera. Still, the sound had been blocked. She walked down an anonymous hallway, swaying his ass back and forth for the camera as it followed her. She walked into a bedroom and there were two naked men waiting for her. She slid on the bed and took one of the men in her mouth and the other positioned himself behind her. Mark was furiously pumping his cock as he watched this unfold and he was only able to last a few seconds. He came on his work clothes without care and the video switched to the flashing colors.

When he came to, Jennifer was standing over him. Already naked and holding the camera tripod. “Honey, I need to stretch my asshole out. Your dick is a good starting size. Wanna come help me out?”

Mark followed his wife.

The video entitled “Jennifer Fucks Her Ass With A Huge Dildo” was getting tons of views on Pornhub, most of them being Mark. He had it bookmarked on his home computer and Jennifer knew it. After a week of this routine, he didn’t even lock the door anymore when he was having a long jerk off session to his wife’s videos. She knew what he was doing anyway so he stopped trying to hide it around her. She’d come into the bedroom looking for a pair of heels to wear to the salon and he’d be in the desk chair with his cock out and volume cranked up to let Jennifer’s digitized moans echo down the hallway. Jennifer would be proud of her video but wouldn’t really acknowledge that her husband was masturbating to her openly in their bedroom in the middle of the afternoon.

Jennifer usually wore heels in the house, though she still rarely wore clothes with them. Jennifer’s at home routine included walking around the house naked in heels, doing her makeup naked with the bathroom door open so Mark could stare at her ass, going to the tanning salon, playing with her vibrators with the webcam on (she had started doing live shows, which Mark always joined using the laptop in another room), answering emails from her fans online while Mark rubbed her feet, and, most of all, teasing Mark but never letting him fuck her.

She had let Mark fuck her up the ass a few times early in the week after that first time, but once she got a good groove going, she had switched to her bigger dildos and hadn’t needed him anymore. Of course, she let him think there was a possibility of fucking her, but she’d just feign sleepiness and tell him to go watch one of her videos. He was only slightly disappointed since porn had become just as good as sex to him.

The first day of school came and Jennifer had called in a long-term sub. She had told the principal that she was having surgery, which wasn’t a lie. Jennifer had an appointment to get a set of fake tits and she would be unable to teach for a while.

They rode together to the doctor’s office for a meeting with the doctor to schedule the surgery and Mark sat in the waiting room, rock hard at the thought of his wife with a set of huge fake boobs. When her name was called, he started to get up to walk back with her, but she told him to wait out here and play with his phone, which meant “watch my porn on silent.” Mark was a little surprised that she didn’t need him to walk with her since she usually got nervous in doctor’s offices. He quickly got over it as he pulled his phone out.

When she emerged from the back offices, she was adjusting her top. Mark’s cock twitched watching her adjust her tits, knowing that the doctor had his hands all over them while he had been sitting out here. On the way home, they stopped at the mall so she could get some more heels.

As usual, Mark stayed behind her to watch her ass.

As usual, Jennifer received a lot of male attention.

She tried on a few pairs of heels and asked Mark, “Think these will look good? Imagine I’m naked.”

“I always do…” he replied with a smile.

“Oh you naughty boy,” she giggled. “Seriously, want to watch me walk around the house in these?”

He nodded, rubbing his cock through his strained pants. She handed them to him to hold for her as she went to look at some lingerie. He noticed the price tag was pretty hefty. “Honey, these are expensive, are you sure…?”

She made a pouty look at him and squeezed her boobs together, “Pretty please, honey?”

Mark made a weak laugh and looked down her cleavage, “Anything you want…”

She beamed a smile and walked off. He followed her to look at lingerie. She found a corset, garter and thigh-highs and held them up, “You like?”

He nodded, “Sure, want to go in the dressing room and you can model them for me?”

“Well…” she thought about it, and Mark could have sworn she was about to agree to it, but they were interrupted.

“Excuse me, ma’am, I’ll walk you into the dressing room to try those on.”

Mark turned to see a young handsome department store employee. He was bigger than Mark and he was eyeing his wife with less-than-noble intentions. Mark was a little annoyed but his real shock came when he heard his wife answer, “Okay!”

Mark snapped his head around to her, “Wait, wh—”

“Oh, it’ll be fine, darling. He works here. He’s just gonna help me try these on. They do it all the time. Right...um, Anthony?” she answered, glancing at Anthony’s name tag. She handed Mark her purse.

“Sure, we do,” Anthony answered grinning, keeping his eyes on Jennifer and ignoring Mark. Anthony already had his hand on the small of Jennifer’s back as he led her away.

“Just wait here, honey and I’ll be back in a few...a while…” Jennifer was giggling as she pranced off with the employee and Mark was let standing there holding her purse and expensive heels.

He found a bench and waited.

Five minutes…

Ten minutes…

Finally, he got up and tiptoed back into the dressing room area. The doors all had gaps by the floor so you could see someone’s feet to check if a room was empty. He could faintly hear a slapping sound and someone whispering, “yeah...yeah…yeah...yeah…” He finally reached a room with two pairs of feet. Jennifer’s feet were pointed at the wall and Anthony’s shoes were behind her, also pointed at the wall with his pants and belt bundled together at his ankles. Mark knew he should stop them, but instead he rubbed his cock through his pants and came within ten seconds of just staring at his wife’s bare feet with a stranger’s feet behind her. He rushed off to the bathroom to clean himself off.

The stain on his pants was obvious but he came back to the dressing room area and waited for his panting and sweaty wife to come stumbling out with Anthony quickly walking off. “How were they?”

Jennifer looked confused as she adjusted her top, “How were what?”

“The lingerie?”

Jennifer laughed, “Oh! Yeah...those. Um, not for me. I like being naked. Let’s go check-out.”

“Wanna have sex when we get home?”

Jennifer wouldn’t make eye contact with him as she took her purse from him and took the heels to the checkout counter, “Um, maybe...we’ll see...kinda tired.”

They wouldn’t.

The checkout girl still wasn’t there.* * *

Jennifer went missing again the next day. She had said she was going out to get the mail but she never returned. When Mark went to look for her, he had found another DVD on the porch. Still unmarked. He rushed inside and dropped his pants before taking a seat on the couch.

This one started off with Jennifer on the couch with a naked guy. She was talking to the camera. Still no sound. She laughed at something. The guy was pawing at her chest while she talked. Eventually he pulled one of her tits out of her tube top and started sucking on it while she talked, looking at someone behind the camera. Finally, the naked guy sat up straight and leaned back. Mark’s wife, without hesitation, lowered her head and started blowing him. Mark was stroking his cock, mesmerized by the sight of his wife sucking another man’s cock. She looked so hot. Then, on the video, a figure emerged from the left side of the screen.

It was a man in a gray suit.

“Do you think your husband will mind?” came a voice from the screen. There was suddenly sound. The hiss of the recording mic was audible as were his wife’s slurping sounds. Her mouth came off the naked man’s dick with a loud pop and she shrugged, “Nah, he likes it.” Then she went back to sucking.

The man in the gray suit positioned himself behind Jennifer and unzipped his pants. He lifted her little miniskirt and pulled her thong aside then pulled his own cock out and shoved it up her ass.

Then the video went off and the colors began.* * *

Mark woke up to the sound of the door slamming. He glanced up, expecting to see Jennifer at the front door but he was still alone. To Mark’s surprise, Jennifer came walking into the living from the bedroom, naked and sweaty.

“Did someone just leave?” Mark asked, very confused.

“Huh? Oh uh, yeah. My, uh, friend was here,” she answered, not looking him in the eye.

“Your friend?” he asked, kicking his pants off so he could take a shower.

“Yep,” she went into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of white wine. It was 3 in the afternoon.

“What’s your friend’s name?” Mark asked, really just wanting to know if her friend was male or female.

She just waved him off, “Oh I don’t remember now. Hey, I’m gonna get a tattoo tonight, you wanna take me to get it? It’s going on my lower back but I’m sure they’ll have to pull my skirt down and you can watch the guy holding my ass, since you’re so into that and all.”

Mark started to argue but he knew that he was very much “into that and all.” He jerked off in the shower imagining a strange man fucking Jennifer in their own bed while Mark was passed out on the couch. He also thought about the image of her sucking off that guy on the video. He got out of the shower and searched around on his phone before he finally found a video on Jennifer’s Pornhub page entitled, “MILF fucks guy in department store dressing room PUBLIC”. Jennifer wasn’t a “MILF” but he knew these videos lied all the time. That’s just part of the business his wife was in. The video was a selfie shot video of his smiling wife getting plowed from behind by the young guy that had helped her try on lingerie. He could see the lingerie crumpled in the corner of the dressing room, untouched. At one point in the video, Mark’s feet could be see under the door. In the video, Jennifer could be seen glancing over at his feet and covering her mouth to stop from laughing. She looked behind her at the store employee and put her finger to her mouth to tell him to keep quiet. The guy grinned and nodded while he continued pumping his dick in and out of Mark’s wife while he stood on the opposite side of the door.

“You done playing with yourself in there!?” Jennifer called out impatiently, bringing him back to reality.

They went to the tattoo parlor and Jennifer picked out some generic flowery design to go on her lower back. A tramp stamp. Mark sat in the corner, his hard cock tenting his pants, and watching the tattoo artist hold his wife’s naked ass. Jennifer had volunteered to get completely naked for the session, even though the artist told her repeatedly that it wasn’t necessary. She just shook her tits at him and grinned, “You sure?” He glanced at Mark, a little unsure and shrugged, saying it was up to her. Jennifer winked at her husband and kept her tits out. Mark couldn’t wait until she got her tits done.

In the middle of the session, Jennifer, who was laying on her stomach, began holding the artist’s leg. Slowly, her hand worked its way up to his knee, and then his inner thigh. By the end of the session, she had yanked his cock out of the leg hole of his shorts and was blowing him while he continued inking her up. Mark didn’t say a word and he was too shocked to jerk off right here, but this vision would be jerk off material many times in the future.

The tattoo artist finished her up before she could finish him. Jennifer was a little disappointed that she had lost the race. She glanced at Mark, no longer hiding his huge erection. She curled her finger at him to come closer to her. He leaned in and she whispered in his ear, “I’m gonna invite him back with us,” she said and grinned.

Mark’s eyes widened, “You...what? But...we…” He didn’t know how to respond. He was both apprehensive and horny at the same time.

In the end, Jennifer was able to convince the tattoo artist to hop in their car and ride home with them. Mark had started to get in the driver’s seat, but Jennifer took the keys out of his hand. “I’ll drive,” she said. Mark hurried to the passenger side and opened the door. “Oh, and it would be polite for you to sit in the back. Darrell is our guest.” She looked at “Darrell” and winked at him as he hopped into the passenger seat since Mark had just opened it for him. Mark sat in the back for the ride home and watched Darrell paw at his wife’s tits.

Mark would normally be upset being asked to sit in the back so that his wife could give a ride to a man that she wanted to bring home to fuck her, but Mark was getting more and more excited at the idea of watching this guy fuck her. It would be like her porn channel but real life. When they reached the house, Mark followed right behind them as Darrell and Jennifer tongued each other on the porch and rubbed each other’s bodies all the way through the living room. Darrell peeled off Jennifer’s top and bra and tossed them on the ground. They reached the bedroom and Jennifer spun around and put her hand on Mark’s chest.

“Why don’t you wait out here, honey?”

Mark’s heart sank. He was going to miss it. “But…” was all he could muster through his disappointment.

“I know, babe, but it really throws off the scene having someone else in there. I promise you’ll get to watch it later though…” Darrell was pulling on Jennifer’s waist and she was giggling as she divided her attention between the two men. She began to close the bedroom door in Mark’s face but stopped just in time to say, “In fact, just sleep on the couch tonight. I’ll see you in the morning!” SLAM!

Mark slept on the couch that night, but not before getting in one jerk off session listening to his wife moaning from their bedroom.

After Jennifer got her tits EE tits, she quit her job. She was making way more money from porn and webcam shows. Also, Mark made sure that most of his paycheck was siphoned directly to what she needed to complete the look she was going for. Jennifer needed another tattoo? He’d pay for it. She needed to upgrade her tanning salon membership? He’d pay for it. Jennifer was never in need of money.

A month had gone by and Jennifer had been filling her porn channel up. One of Mark’s favorite moments was the time she sucked on a guys balls while he was reaching around her to pump a wine bottle in and out of her ass. She looked so pretty. Like she had on their wedding day. When he saw her lips wrapped around some guy’s thick cock, Mark fell in love with Jennifer all over again.

Most of her videos until this point had an amatuer look to them, but she was getting the attention of porn producers now and her cell phone had been blowing up all week. She had started preferring to be called Jenny now, since that was what she went by online.

It was Saturday and Jenny came out of the shower to greet Mark. He was waiting patiently outside the bathroom holding a towel for her. She took it from him and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Thanks, babe,” she said sweetly and began to dry her huge tits off. She had gotten her nipples pierced recently and they were always poking out now. Her skin was now a dark orange from tanning so much. “Listen,” she said, tossing the towel to the ground and wrapping her arms around his neck. Mark was entranced by this goddess giving him so much attention. He stared at her mouth and thought about how pretty she looks with a dick between her lips. He was truly in love with this woman. She looked at him caringly and said, “I’ve got a DP scene scheduled at noon.” She grinned and brought her mouth right up against his as she talking. Mark’s heart felt like it would beat out his chest. “The crew will be here about an hour before to set up the cameras and lighting. The actors will be here about a half hour before that.” Mark instinctively tried to lean in to meet her mouth with his, but would back away just enough that he couldn’t reach. “We gotta get to know each other privately first...if you know what I mean. We need the house to ourselves. Why don’t you take the afternoon and go see a matinee?”

Mark knew the routine by now. When she was filming, he couldn’t be around. “It creeps the guys out,” she had said before. Mark was fine with it since he knew he’d be able to watch it later. The day after Darrell the Tattoo Artist had spent the night in their bed, Jenny had uploaded the video recorded from the camera that was permanently set up in their bedroom. Darrell had fucked his wife up the ass and then made her spin around and choke on it. Jenny’s calling card was ass-to-mouth. As Mark thought about this, Jenny leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Sound good?”

Mark came in his pants. “Y-yes...uhh...s-sounds good.”

He got lost staring at her big boobs again as he recovered from that earthquake of a kiss. It was the first time she had kissed him in weeks. Jennifer leaned down and caught his eyes. “Well, you should probably get going now. They’ll be here any minute and I’d rather you weren’t here.”

Mark got dressed and happily walked out the door. He was walking on air. Jenny had kissed him! The porn actors were parked outside and walking down his driveway. They were big musclebound and covered in tattoos. They walked past Mark without even acknowledging him and knocked on the front door as he climbed into his own car. He was feeling pretty confident. He and his porn star wife had shared an intimate kiss and he knew she was his. Mark glanced up to see his wife open the door completely naked. “Hey boys!” she shouted and wrapped her arms around one of them. He lifted her up and spun her around like they were best friends. “You guys wanna get one fuck in before the real thing?” she asked as they all disappeared inside and slammed the door.

Mark sat at the movies by himself, snacking on a bucket of popcorn while his wife was filming two men fucking her at once. He walked around the mall for a bit, stopping at the dressing room where Jenny had filmed herself fucking one of the employees. Mark pretended to be trying something on so he could duck in there and jerk off while thinking about that day. Once he finished, he left the mall and drove around downtown.

As Mark was cruising around, wasting time before he was allowed to come home, he noticed a girl standing on the corner. As he got closer, he couldn’t help be think he knew her. She was wearing a bikini top strapped around obvious implants. Her hair was a sloppy dye job with roots growing under her fake blonde hair. Her make-up was overdone and her skirt was so short he could see that she was wearing hot pink panties.

Mark stopped at the red light and she walked up to his passenger window. She was smacking on a piece of gum as she leaned down, smiled and tapped on the window. He rolled it down and she introduced herself, “I’m Traci and I’ll suck your dick for five dollars—right around there,” she pointed to a secluded parking lot behind an abandoned convenience store, “Whaddaya say? Want a date with me?” To fully convince him, she yanked her bikini to the side and let her boobs hang through the window into his car.

Five minutes later, as Traci was bobbing her blonde head up and down Mark’s lap, he went over the reasoning in his head. The way he saw it, his and Jenny’s marriage was so solid that they didn’t even need to have sex with each other. Just a kiss every now and then was all. Jenny could fuck whoever she wanted and he would just get his from cheap hookers on the street and, of course, porn. His wife’s porn.

Mark came in her mouth and handed her a five dollar bill which she promptly shoved down the front of her pants. “Thanks, mister. Come see me again real soon…”

She began to exit the parked car but Mark couldn’t shake the thought that he knew her. “Hey, wait—”

She stopped and turned around grinning, “You got more money? I take it up the butt—$10, but that’s negotiable. These other bitches on this street don’t do that—”

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

Traci looked annoyed, “I don’t know. Probably sucked your dick some other time. I suck everyone’s dick. We go to high school together? I probably sucked your dick then… Look I gotta go—”

“Wait—no, we’ve never done that before. I feel like I met you recently…”

“Whatever, dude. Look, I got a lot of customers to take care of, so—”

“The mall!”

Traci froze.

“You worked at the department store in the mall. You were the cashier when Jenny...er, my wife, Jennifer, went missing that day.”

Traci’s eyes were darting all over the car. “N-no...I’m a hooker...I fuck dude’s for money and shit. Been doing it a long time…” She didn’t sound so sure now.

Mark was feeling strange too. “That was the day everything changed. Jenny—ifer never did any porn before. She started acting different that day. After she was dropped off. By that van… Then the DVDs…”

“Man in the gray suit…” Traci whispered.

Mark grabbed her arm. “Yes. Who is he? You saw him that day. Did he do something to you? Did he do something to me? My wife?”

Traci was confused. “No… I…”

“Yes, he did. He kidnapped Jennifer. He did something to her. He did something to me with those damn movies he keeps leaving at my door. Every time I watch them there’s...it’s like he’s in my head. Making me do stuff… Think stuff...” Mark said as he looked off. He pulled his attention back to Traci, “He did this to you.” She shook her head. “Yes, you were a cashier at a department store. The day my wife went missing I talked to you. You saw him. You said she left with a man in a gray suit. That’s why he got you, isn’t it? Because you saw what he did.”

Traci quickly got out of Mark’s car, “I’m outta here. I got shit to do. Money to make. Go back to your whore wife, loser!”

Mark didn’t have time to worry about this girl. He had to get back home. He had to help Jennifer. His poor wife. He raced through town, going over everything that had happened in the past few weeks. He had to change her back somehow. He had to wake her up, like he was now. All it took was talking it through. If he could just talk to her and remind her of how they used to be, everything could be back to normal again. They can reverse that awful surgery she had done. She could get her old job. They can have all those videos pulled from the Internet. Actually, he thought, those videos may keep her from getting her old job back. She may need to do that part first or just look into another line of work. Either way—they could make it work. He just had to get her alone.

When Mark pulled up to the house, he was excited to see the porn actor’s car was gone. Good, he thought, they’ve left. He was disappointed though when he reached the front porch.

There was another movie.

He knew what that meant.

Jennifer wouldn’t be inside. They had taken her again—to do more shit to her head probably. As Mark approached the ominous DVD case sitting on his porch he realized that it was different this time.

This time—it had a cover.

His wife was topless. She had semen dripping down her chin as she stared seductively at the camera. She was propping up her huge fake breasts to the camera, letting the semen settle over them. A badly computer generated title was stretched across the front of the brightly colors slip case that read: HORNY BIG-BOOBED WHORES 8 Introducing JENNY JUGGS!

Mark was horrified. He was more horrified as he felt his cock rising in his pants. No! he scolded himself. Focus! He stepped over the DVD, leaving it on the porch, and flung open the door.

“Jennifer!” he called though the house desperately. The returning silence was expected and disappointing all the same. He slammed his fist into the kitchen counter and lowered his head. He wouldn’t even know where to go looking for her. And he’d go crazy sitting here waiting for her to come back. He had to think. He sat on the couch and stared at his reflection in the black screen of the TV across from him.

Slowly, he shifted his eyes to the front door. His brain could almost the DVD sitting on the other side.

He wanted it.

He needed to see it.

Horny big-boobed whores eight horny big-boobed whores eight horny horny horny

Mark’s brain couldn’t stop. He jumped up and paced around the room. He could only imagine how much cock his wife gets in the video and only a fraction of himself wanted to leave it unseen. He finally convinced himself that the video may have some location info. Maybe listing a production studio on the back! Yeah!

He rushed out and grabbed the video. He flipped it over and before he could even scan to the bottom to check the production credits, his eyes were greeted with a collage of smutty images. There was Jennifer stroking cock with another in his pussy. There she was lifting her skirt to show her bare ass. There she was posing nude with her fake, pierced tits and her tattoos, now reaching down her thigh, across her stomach and down one arm.

Goddamn.

Mark ripped open the case and shoved the DVD in the player. He lost it. He had to see this. He was practically coming already at hearing the cheesy porn music as the title flashed across the screen. There was Jennifer walking around downtown in broad daylight in a slutty revealing outfit. She jumped into some sports car and sped away. That wasn’t her car. The camera showed her pulling up to a huge mansion. Getting out, the camera followed her ass as she went up the front steps and inside. She set down her keys and purse as if that was her own home. She’s acting, Mark told himself, she’s a great actress… Finally, she stopped and was watching a pool boy working on the pool through the glass back doors. The corny music kicked back up as she slowly pulled her clothes off. She strutted out the backdoor completely nude and the pool boy began to act flustered. Mark recognized him as one of the guys that was just at his house this morning.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry...I-I didn’t realize you needed privacy!” The guy was a horrible actor, unlike Jennifer, but Mark was engrossed in the story.

Jennifer smiled confidently and stretched out on a lounge chair. “Oh, I’m just fine. How about rubbing lotion on me, hm?” She produced a bottle of lotion, seemingly out of thin air. The bad editing was just as thrilling for Mark. It’s like a real porno, he marveled.

“Won’t your husband mind, ma’am?” the pool boy asked, walking over.

Mark had his cock out and was vigorously jerking it.

Jennifer laughed on the screen, “Oh, I’m not married!”

Mark was getting closer.

“Well, in that case…” the pool boy said as he reached into his pants and fished out a giant dick.

Mark was breathing heavily and pumping his dick as he lovingly watched his wife wrap her pink lips around the porn star’s thick veiny cock.

As Mark began to lose consciousness, Jennifer’s voice echoed in his head, saying: Oh I’m not married I’m not married I’m not married I’m not married…..* * *

Mark woke up to his roommate, Jenny, walking through the front door. She had some guy with her and they were laughing.

“Really, it’s fine,” she said. “So, this is my place. The bedroom is back there.” She was practically dragging him through the living room.

“Who’s that?” the man asked.

“Huh?” Jenny looked around noticed Mark sitting on the couch with his dick out. “That’s just Mark. Don’t worry about him. He’s always here. Mark, make me a cocktail. Something with vodka. You want something?”

The man seemed a little confused, “Uh, beer?”

Jenny turned to Mark impatiently, “Bring Todd a beer. He’ll be on the bed getting his dick sucked.”

They disappeared into the bedroom and Mark got up to fetch what she asked. He poured her cocktail and grabbed one of his beers out of the fridge and poured it into a frosty mug, making sure not to let the head get too big. He quietly and politely knocked on the door. “Come in!” came the deep voiced reply. Jenny hadn’t been lying. She couldn’t answer Mark’s knock because her throat was stuffed with Todd’s cock. Todd was happily sitting up in bed watching a basketball game.

“Here you go!” Mark said cheerily and handed Todd the cold glass. “Um...honey, where do you want thi—”

“Just put it over there, she’s busy,” Todd said, pointing at the nightstand.

“Oh, ha,” Mark laughed politely, trying not to be too disturbing. “So, how’d you guys meet?”

Todd looked annoyed, “Uh, I was at the bar, and she was there by herself. She walked up to me and told me she could see the outline of my dick through my pants and that she wanted to suck it.”

Mark laughed again, “Yeah, that sounds like our Jenny! You know she’s a very popular porn star. The best! She goes by Jenny Juggs—”

“Dude, I kinda want to be left alone with her. Think you could…?” he flicked his hand at the door to shoo Mark away.

Mark nodded and bowed his head apologetically. “Sorry sorry, forgot my manners. Enjoy her and let me know if you need anything. Bye Jenny!” he called before closing the door. She didn’t look up.

Mark ran to the other bathroom to jerk off in a tissue. He’d give anything to have a chance with a girl like Jenny, but he knew that would never happen.

Mark had Traci bent over behind a dumpster. Her cut-offs were around her knees, her thong was pulled to the side and her tits had flopped out of her top. Mark was fucking her from behind but she wasn’t really paying attention. She was texting on her phone while he got his few bucks worth. He came with a grunt and she glanced up over her shoulder, “You done?”

He readjusted himself and backed away. “Yeah,” he said, out of breath.

Traci gathered the dollar bills off the ground and fixed her clothes. “Hey, did you ever figure the problem about your wife?”

Mark just kind of snorted a laugh, “What? I’m not married.”

Traci just shook her head. She had the weirdest customers. Mark was a regular. He saw her everyday at 4 when he got off of work. “Whatever.”

“The only girl I’d consider marrying is my roommate. She’s beautiful. Her pretty titties are the size of soccer balls,” he said, looking off dreamy look in his eyes.

“Wow,” she mumbled, not really interested.

“And when she’s sucking a dick, she’s so gorgeous”

“Your dick?”

Mark looked at her confused, “No, I mean just whoever dick she’s sucking. I’ve never touched her.” Of course, Mark had been “touching her” since their college days, but all of those memories had been wiped from both of their minds. Their relationship was now completely platonic.

Traci stifled laughter, “Sounds like a princess… So why don’t you ask this wife-material to marry you?”

Mark crashed back down to reality and shook his head, “Oh she doesn’t need me. She could have any guy in the world. I would know. I have to go through her fan mail, which literally comes from all over the world. She has men in 90 different countries asking her to move there and be their wife. She even has a series called Slut Wife. There’s 12 titles out now, all starring her.”

“Wait, so your roommate is a porn star?”

“Yeah, Jenny Juggs. Isn’t that a pretty name?”

Traci was pouring the contents of an old water bottle down the front of her pants and scrubbing her pussy clean as she stood behind the dumpster. The former college student tossed the bottle aside and lit a joint. “Yeah, man, so pretty. Nah, I think you should still ask Ms. Juggs to be your lawfully wedded wife. She may want to keep her name though if she’s got business and shit tied to it.”

Something stirred in Mark’s brain. He would give anything to be married to Jenny. Or even just to be her boyfriend. Hell, he would sell his kidney just to hold her hand for an hour. Maybe Traci was right! Maybe he should just ask her. What’s the worst that could happen?

He zipped his pants up and told Traci he had something he had to go take care of. She said the same, however her “something to do” was a guy that liked to pay her to give him rimjobs while he texted his mother. Traci headed off to take care of that and Mark jumped in his car and headed home.

Walking into the front door, he was greeted by a group of four guys all filling Jenny Juggs’s holes while a cameraman and a director circled around them. She was bent over the couch and completely naked with a set of balls in her mouth and a long cock buried all the way up her butt. She was jerking off one guys and another was holding his cock up near her face waiting for her to finish with the dick she was sucking on currently.

This was routine to everyone. Mark sheepishly stood back with his hands folded and gave a quick wave to Jenny when she looked up. He smiled nervously when she just rolled her eyes. The scene went on another 15 minutes then the director yelled cut and everyone pulled their dick out of Jenny.

“Alright take 2 minutes and we’ll finish up,” the director said. He glanced at Mark and sighed. Mark watched as the director pulled Jenny aside and whispered something to her, then they both looked up at him.

Jenny nodded and walked over to Mark, her huge naked tits shaking with each step. “Mark, we’ve talked about this. You can’t be in the room during the scenes—”

“Yeah, I know...I just wanted to talk to you about something—”

“—Because the guys fucking me get weirded out when there’s some weird guy just standing back hiding a big boner…”

Mark looked down at his tented pants and blushed. “I know, but I just had to talk to you—”

“Can we talk about this later?” she started walking back toward the couch to get back in position as the cameraman started setting back up. “I’ve got just a little bit more to this scene and we can talk afterwards—”

“Well, I-I, uh, was just w-wondering…” Mark stammered. Jenny bent over and one of the actors shoved his cock back up Jenny’s ass. She didn’t react as she stared Mark down, waiting for him to get his sentence. “I mean, uh, I… Look, I, um, I really like you and—”

“Excuse me, guy…” mumbled one of the actors as he pushed past Mark and stood in front of Jenny, pointing his cock up at his waiting mouth.

Mark continued. He had to just get it out. “I just think it would be great if we got...um, you know, marri—um, we went out and you were my girlfriend...maybe? What do you think?” Mark’s heart was beating a thousand beats a minute.

Jenny started to answer but the actor just pushed his cock up and filled her mouth and she mumbled around it, “Mphwe’ll mm-talkph mmlaterphff.”

“Out of the scene!” the director yelled and Mark flinched then ducked away. “Action!”

All the actors picked up right where they left off and began pounding and pumping away at Mark’s one true love. Jenny also picked back up where she had left off and moaned and smiled as she happily took four cocks in her hands and holes.

Then, Mark heard the front door open behind him.

Inside stepped a man in a gray suit.

The director turned around and gave a thumbs up to the man and the man returned one himself. Mark and the man in the gray suit stood and watched the scene finish up. Jenny was now straddling one of the men on the couch while another got behind her.

“She’s pretty great, huh?” asked the man.

Mark reluctantly answered, “Yeah, she’s beautiful.”

The man stuck out his hand, “Hi, I’m Zed. I’m her manager.” Mark shook Zed’s hand, unsure about something. There was a tickle in the back of his mind telling him that he shouldn’t be too close to him, something instinctual. “So, you’re a big fan, huh?”

Mark nodded and went back to watching Jenny getting gangbanged. “Yeah.”

Zed laughed. “You wouldn’t believe how she used to look. Before I discovered her. Still beautiful, but nothing like she is now.”

Mark couldn’t imagine how Jenny would look without her huge tits. Those big globes were what made him fall in love with her. She had already had them done when they met and moved in together.

Zed continued. “She was just some boring housewife and I made her what she is today. It’s my speciality. I have a knack for making people what I choose for them to be.”

Mark nodded, a little annoyed that this guy was talking over the scene. He strained his ears to pick up Jenny saying lovely things like “gimme that big dick” or “oh yeah that’s it fuck my ass” or “choke me with it you fucker.” She was a dream.

Zed reached into his inner suit pocket, “I got something you might be interested in.”

Mark turned to see Zed holding a new copy of Skanky Bitches 15. Jenny Juggs had starred in the past three and Mark had them all memorized. Part 15 wasn’t supposed to be released for another month. His eyes lit up at the sight of the DVD with his former wife’s mouth stuffed with dick on the cover. “Wow…”

“It’s a special copy for the biggest fans,” Zed explained, grinning. He handed the DVD to Mark who gripped it with excitement. “It has a great ending too…”

He was already mentally planning out his night. As soon as the shoot was over with, he would pop this in. Jenny was used to him watching her movies in the living room or, as it was usually called, “his room,” since he slept on the couch that Jenny was getting her holes reamed out on right now.

Zed reached into his pocket and pulled out a single key on a ring and held it out to Mark. “Why don’t you head over to my place and you can watch it now?” Zed told Mark an address and Mark took the key. The ring had a tag on it that said 4C. It seemed like a weird offer but Mark really wanted to see the new video. He nodded at the man in the gray suit, thanking him and quickly rushed out the door. He went directly to the address that Zed had told him. It was an old apartment building. He parked and walked around until he came to a door labeled 4C. He inserted the key and walked inside.

The apartment wasn’t bad. A little run down but it was clean. However, Mark was pleasantly surprised when he entered the office area.

It was basically a Jenny Juggs shrine. There were posters and shelves of movies. There were porn mags with Jenny flashing her tits on the cover. In the corner there were male sex toys that Jenny Juggs had sponsored—sex dolls, fake pussies, etc.

Mounted on the wall was a TV connected to a DVD player. Across from it was a couch. Mark ejected the DVD currently in the player, Skanky Bitches 14. Someone had been watching it recently. Mark loved this one. It had Jenny doing lots of ass-to-mouth and a scene where she pretends to be a naughty student and fucks her teacher. He inserted Skanky Bitches 15 and parked himself on the couch for the next 30 minutes, but when the colors started flashing on the screen, he fell asleep for the night.

When he woke up that morning, he was glad to be home.

ONE YEAR LATER

Mark tidied up his apartment and made sure all the lights were off. He had a day trip planned. It was only two hours away but it was a big deal for Mark.

He was finally going to meet Jenny Juggs.

There was a porn convention in a nearby city and Mark had summoned up the courage to meet his celebrity crush. He was a little nervous since he had never seen her in person, but after watching her movies all the time, he felt like he knew her already.

All the big porn stars would be there, taking pictures and signing autographs. Mark was sure that this would be his chance to tell Jenny Juggs how big of a fan he was. He was sure that once she heard how much more he loved her than her other fans, she would know that he’s not just another pervert that wanted to squeeze her huge boobs, enough though Mark would cum in his pants if she let him touch one of her tits. Mark really hoped she would let him touch her…

He had a script in his head:

Mark was confident that it would go something like that. He was so genuine in his fandom that she would be able to see past the crowd of horny perverts around her.

He sported an erection the whole drive that seemed to get harder as he got closer. As he arrived at the block he was stuck in traffic for a while. There were thousands here. Not only was this the biggest annual porn convention in the country but Jenny Juggs was the main draw. Billboards of her slutty tits (covered up in a string bikini of course) lined the streets around the convention hall. Mark had to park pretty far out. His heart fluttered as he made the long walk in the heat to finally meet, in person, the biggest porn star on the Internet.

He finally made it into the huge hall and found a map to point the way to Jenny Juggs’ room. He found the door and started to push past the crowd that had gathered around it until a guy put his hand on his chest. “Hey, back of the line, buddy!” Mark finally focused in on the line of men that stretched out of the door and went for what looked like miles down the hall. Mark’s heart sank but knew he would have his chance.

Hours passed.

Lunch came and went.

At one point, he caught a glimpse of what he thought could’ve been Jenny Juggs through a gap in the door. He could see her glowing tan skin and her teased hair. From then on he had to push his boner down while he stood in the line. As the sun was getting low, his moment finally arrived.

Mark was next.

Jenny Juggs was wearing a tight pink corset with her huge globes pushed up and out. The corset just barely covered her nipples. A pair of black hot pants held her amazing ass. She was standing in a set of classy clear heels. She looked unbelievable. Bodyguards were spaced out around her staring down the line of horny men. A man in a gray suit stood close to Jenny Juggs, occasionally whispering something in her ear. She would laugh and rub his arm. They must be close. Her tits looked amazing.

Mark watched at the guy in front of him stepped up to Jenny Juggs. She shook his hand and smiled politely. The guy said something to her, she smiled and Mark could just make out, “Oh, you’re so sweet, thank you!” One of the bodyguards pointed the man to a strip of tape on the floor. The man stood on it and Jenny Juggs put her arm around him. The two of them turned and faced a photographer. Mark heard Jenny Juggs say cheerily, “Ok, grab a tit and smile!” Mark watched the man reach up and cup one of Jenny Juggs’ beautiful round boobs and they looked at the photographer and smiled. One flash later and the man was ushered away with a ticket to pick up his photo.

Now they were gesturing for Mark to walk up.

He felt like he was walking through water. His feet barely worked. He was sweating as he made his way closer and closer to the goddess before him. She was even more beautiful in person. All of the images of cocks in her ass and cum dripping from her mouth flashed through his brain. His boner was back in full force and Jenny Juggs actually glanced down at it and snickered.

“Hey, sweetie!” she called. “Come on over here, honey!”

Oh god… She called him sweetie and honey. Things were going perfect. Mark’s confidence grew at the sound of her pet names for him. It was as if they had been a couple for years. He thought for a split second of what her name could be. Darling, perhaps?

He was standing in front of her and she smelled amazing. She held her hand out. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

Mark choked out, “H-Hi… Um, I’m Mark. I’m...uh...I’m just your biggest fan oh my god your boobs are so hot will you be my girlfriend er uh darling?”

Jenny Juggs’ eyes went wide and she cackled laughter at his clumsy first impression. The bodyguards suppressed laughter as well but quickly composed themselves. “Well!” she said, smiling politely, “How about we just take a picture?”

Mark was instructed by a bodyguard to stand on the tape. Mark stood next to his true love and couldn’t take his eyes off her. Jenny Juggs noticed this from the corner of her eye and said, still cheery and polite, but a little annoyed now, “Look at the camera, sweetie…”

“Uh...do you think we could uh, I mean, would you maybe want to go out to dinner, or uh lunch, with me tonight? Or tomorrow even? I’m free would you want to?” Mark stammered out, sweating heavily.

Jenny Juggs just sighed and mumbled, dropping the cheery voice, “Dude, I got a line here. Just grab my tit and smile.”

Mark lost any notion of a plan at that. Mark reached up and cupped a tit, let out a pathetic moan then came in his pants as the camera flashed.

Mark was then nudged back by a bodyguard and ushered toward the exit door. Mark looked over his shoulder to see Jenny Juggs keeping her back to him as she greeted the next guy in line. In reality, she had already started to forget the creepy fan but in his mind he had just laid the seed of their future love. The bodyguard gave him a ticket to pick up his picture. When Mark picked it up, he was ready to go home jerk off to it. Jenny Juggs was forcing a smile while Mark was slack-jawed and staring at her chest. A great picture.

He picked up a copy of the new Backdoor Bitches 4 and drove back home.

It was about midnight when he got back to his empty apartment.

He placed the picture of him and Jenny Juggs on his bookcase dedicated to her movies. He put his new DVD on and jerked off in the dark. He watched Jenny Juggs fuck and suck for an hour. Just as she knelt down on her knees to take the last guys’ load on her face, he came himself. No matter what, it seemed Mark could never make it to the money shot.

[theminecraftbee]

two weeks before the apocalypse.

Joe sits in his office, typing on his computer. The sooner he can send this article out for publication, the better. It's not often, even as an investigative journalist such as himself, that he feels like what he's writing is this time-sensitive? Like, yeah, of course the many, many exposes on corrupt politicians he's been somehow involved in have been important (even though most of them have been local politicians). And, naturally, it's vitally important for the previous, smaller-scale corrupt corporations to have the fact they're illegally dumping sewage and chemicals in important water sources told to the world.

And, well, this wouldn't be the first expose Joe had written about Concorp. Concorp is the kind of shady company that deserves to have so many whistles blown on them. Just the world's biggest collection of exposes and whistleblowers and, okay, maybe Joe has a single source, but a single source seems, frankly, to be more than most people have on Concorp.

And tonight?

Tonight, that single source has told Joe more than he expected to hear. That single source has told Joe horrible news. That single source has told Joe things that, well, he's no scientist, but they don't sound good for the world. They don't sound good for anyone.

So, it's time-sensitive. So, it's something the world needs to know. So, it's something that Joe Hills, investigative journalist, is going to have to get to the presses, and the internet, as fast as possible. He doesn't know how successful he'll be, but... as soon as possible. For as many people to know as possible. As soon as...

There's a knock on his door. He looks up from his keyboard. He's almost done editing his article, but he can't just leave whoever that is knocking on his door, right?

He walks over to the door. He opens it.

He sees who's at it.

He closes it.

"I'm not home!" he shouts through the door. He doesn't have a gun, he thinks nonsensically. He has a knife, and a bulletproof vest from a different time in his journalistic career, but he doesn't have a gun, and he's not sure the vest still fits, and he could run to the kitchen to get a knife but he really, really doesn't think that will work.

Not when the people at his door are two very, very good hitmen.

"YOU KNOW WHO WE ARE! LET US IN AND THIS WILL BE FASTER." There's a pause. "ALSO, MOST LIKELY FAR LESS PAINFUL!"

"Not a fan of the most likely!" he says, running to the kitchen anyway, and going to try to fish his bulletproof vest out of storage. Also, he turns on his phone, sends an emergency message to Cle - his source (he should start refusing to use her name, so if they ask, he won't give her away). She should go to ground. There's only one group that could have been sending actual assassins after him, and if they're after him...

He carefully dials all but the last number for emergency services. He puts a cloth over his phone speakers to silence it. He stares at the vest. He's, uh, definitely not still going to fit in that.

He hears the door break down. He hits the last button on his phone and whirls around, holding a butcher's knife he can't actually use to fight and without the vest.

"It seems you have caught me in my terrible lie. Oh dear," Joe says, instead of anything reasonable. He's not known for being reasonable.

"Look, man," says the one with the Swedish accent. "Just come with us. It'll make everything a lot easier."

"Yeah, but I don't really want to die," Joe says.

"Well, you're in luck!" the other one - the one with the Canadian accent, Joe thinks? He doesn't know that many Canadians - says. "We're supposed to be taking you alive."

Joe thinks of the information in the expose he's been writing. He thinks of his source, and he thinks about everything he's heard.

"You could just shoot me," he says.

The Swedish one laughs. "Come on. It can't be that bad! As far as I know, they just want to ask you a few questions." The man plays with the knife he's holding. "I mean, not that it's my business as long as I get paid. Which I was! So, really, just... come on, and we'll make this easy."

"What's the hard way?"

The two hitmen glance at each other, then glance back at Joe.

"You don't want to know," the Swede advises.

Joe, uh, isn't sure that'll be worse than what will happen if he goes the easy way? The main problem is, between him, the Swede, and the Canadian, Joe's pretty sure he knows which immovable object will move first. Joe may be stubborn, but he's not an assassin, butcher's knife or not.

"I'm assuming I can't out-pay? Or, uh, appeal to the good of the world? Because what I'm doing, you know... good of mankind. And mankind? That's all of our business."

"Isn't that from Charles Dickens -" mumbles the Canadian as the Swede begins laughing.

"You most certainly cannot," the Swede says.

"Uh, yeah, there isn't much payment that can balance this out," advises the Canadian.

"Well," says Joe, deciding to drop the knife. "Well. I made an attempt to, uh, protect myself from - Iskall and Etho, right? Or, at least, those are the names you go by?"

"You're well-informed."

"I am a journalist."

"Come get in the van."

Joe looks back at his house. He swallows. He hopes emergency services are actually on their way now. He doubts it.

"Yeah, okay. I know when I'm beat," Joe lies, and he follows them out of his house, and to a van they have parked. "This really is the world's most stereotypical abduction," he says. "Aren't you some of the best in the business?"

"Actually, yeah, aren't we?" says Etho, expression hard to read under the mask but seemingly a grin. "Maybe we should have fancier vehicles when we kidnap people."

"Geez," says Iskall. "I didn't know everyone was a critic. Check his pockets."

"Okay, okay! Touchy!"

Oh no. Ohhhh no.

Etho checks his pockets and pulls out the phone before Joe has a moment to hang up again. For a moment, they both stare at each other, the covered speakers and the 911 call easily showing on the screen. Then, Etho starts to laugh.

"Yeah, the hard way it is. You're way too sneaky, you know that?" he says, and before Joe really knows what's happening, someone's thrown a cloth over his nose. It tastes sweet. Tastes? Smells? He isn't sure, he's never really been chloroformed before -

The world goes black.

(Inside, an article about unethical experimentation sits, unedited and unsubmitted. It will not be published before the end of the world. This is, incidentally, while not the last chance anyone had to turn back, the last chance a journalist would have to.)

(Two weeks from now, there will be a lot of what-ifs.)

[megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms]

Kidnapped?

Based on this request: May i ask for a Sherlock x Reader. Could be a part 2 to the one where he investigates a crime with his blind date or separate. She’s kidnapped and he’s getting more angry that they won’t get her back in time and he doesn’t get why it bothers him as much as it does. John points out Sherlock obviously likes her and when they get her back he asks her out in his own way. I love that beautiful man sm ✨

This is part 2 of "Date at a Crime Scene" Here you are! Any familiar characters are NEVER mine!

Fandom: BBC Sherlock

Warnings: angst, mentions of kidnapping, Mycroft being Mycroft, fluff?? Couple of swears.

Pairings/Characters: Sherlock Holmes x fem!reader, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock smirked at his phone as he read your reply. "I'll meet you there." You'd very quickly learned that Sherlock preferred texting over all other means of communication and that he hated not being responded to when it involved a case, like now. Sherlock grabbed his own taxi and headed toward the crime scene.

Once there, he glanced around. When he didn't see you, he shrugged a bit. Your taxi was probably caught in traffic so he decided to get started without you. It didn't take him long to figure out a multitude of things, as usual, but you still hadn't shown up. You never texted him either. That was unlike you. You never just left him like that. Still, Sherlock was finished the crime scene and needed a quiet place to drift into his Mind Palace to think. With that in mind, Sherlock headed back to 221B Baker Street.

However, when you hadn't texted or come to see him after another twenty-four hours, Sherlock's mind began to betray him. Even as he sat in his Mind Palace, all he could think of was you. Where were you? Why hadn't you texted or even called? He opened his eyes just as the door was opening, revealing John.

"G-Have you even left the flat today?" John asked, reaching up to grab a piece of paper taped to the door. "How very primitive," Sherlock noted in his head. John scanned the paper quickly and his face turned even more pale. "Sherlock…you might want to read this." Something about the tone of John's voice had Sherlock rising gracefully from the floor and hurrying over to his friend. His eyes quickly scanned the paper as a frown made its way to his lips.

It’s time to play a game. Can the great Sherlock Holmes follow instructions and find out who I am and what I want before it's too late? Call Lestrade. He has something for you. You can, of course, chose not to play. However, if you don't, I start sending the girl back to you in pieces. She really is quite pretty. It would be a shame to mar her face.

Sherlock's phone was in his hand before he even realized it and he was dialing Lestrade's number. The moment the DI answered, Sherlock demanded whatever it was the kidnapper had left for him. A burner phone. The game was on and it was a race to see if Sherlock could save you.

*time skip*

Another clue. Sherlock felt his anger rising. Every clue lead to another and then another with no hint as to whether he was closer to finding you or not. One giant circle. The normally emotionless Sherlock, was beginning to lose his grip. Rage threatened to spew from him like magma from a volcano if he didn't find you soon. To make matters worse, he couldn't understand why!

"Because you like her, you prat!" John shouted at him. It was then Sherlock realized that he'd been thinking out loud yet again. "Really, Watson, name-calling is rather childish, don't you think?" John didn't look impressed or even remotely chastised. "Sherlock, it's obvious you have feelings for Y/N. Why don't you just admit it? Instead of treating this like any other case, admit to yourself that it isn't. Maybe then you'll realize that you've been going circles and figure out where she is!"

Sherlock froze. Circles. A smirk made its way to Sherlock's face. "Watson, once again you have proven that even the most common of men can have a stroke of genius once in a while." Without another word, Sherlock grabbed his scarf and ran from the flat leaving behind a very insulted and confused John Watson.

On the way, Sherlock texted Lestrade. A part of him knew he would need an ambulance nearby once he found you. Now, thanks to John, he knew where to look. No sooner did the taxi pull up was Sherlock out of it. He pushed his way in and up to where he knew you would be and sure enough, the door to the room was slightly ajar.

"Look here, he figured it out!" a taunting voice greeted upon Sherlock entering the room. You glanced at Sherlock and he could see you were trying not to cry. Whether they would have been tears of joy or pain, Sherlock was unsure for once in his life. He couldn't stand to see you looking at him like that, so he focused his attention on your captor.

"It was rather simple, really. A circle. That's what you wanted. You wanted me to think in circles. All your clues kept leading me that way until we came to right here, the very place Y/N and I solved our first mystery together. Full circle." The captor clapped their hands and laughed. "Very good, Mr. Holmes! Very, very good! But you forgot something…why did I do it?" Sherlock smirked.

"I haven't forgotten anything. You can come in now," he called out to someone outside the room. The door opened once more to reveal the final member of the party. "Hello, brother mine," Sherlock greeted, barely looking over his shoulder at Mycroft.

"Brother?! I was held hostage for days by your brother?!" you shouted and Sherlock could see just how angry you were. The ferocity behind your gaze was enough to make most people scamper away like rats. "I'm afraid so, Y/N." You swung your glare over to Mycroft. "Let. Me. Go. Now!" you ordered and Mycroft nodded to his lackey.

As soon as you were free, you marched straight over to Mycroft and slapped him across the face. "I don't know what sort of sick game you're playing at, but if you EVER involve me or try to hurt Sherlock again I swear not a single person in the entire country will be able to find your body!" you threatened. Mycroft kept his composure, but Sherlock couldn't fight the smile on his face.

"I apologize, Miss Y/L/N. I assure you that you were never in any danger nor did I do this to hurt Sherlock. He needed a case and I needed to know exactly how much the two of you meant to one another. Sentiment, Brother?" he finished, looking at Sherlock. Sherlock merely glanced out of the window. "Well I hope you're happy, Mr. Holmes. I confess. I love your brother and I don't give a damn whether or not you approve."

Mycroft clearly decided that he'd had enough of your berating because he quickly bid Sherlock farewell and turned to leave. He did not leave before glancing at you and saying, "Though my approval is not necessary, you have it. You are…good for him." Then, he was gone along with his idiotic little goon. Only when they were gone did you round on Sherlock.

"You could have warned me about him or something! Anything to prevent a pretend kidnapping! You're lucky I love you or I swear I'd be slapping you as well!" Sherlock wanted to laugh, but couldn't. That was the second time you'd said you loved him in less than five minutes. Not to mention the fact that you appeared even more attractive with that fire burning in your eyes.

"Are you going to say anything?" you asked. Sherlock took a step closer to you and gently grabbed your face in his hands. You froze and your eyes widened in surprise. Sherlock was not a very physical person most of time and you knew this. "Now you shut up," he commented with a chuckle, earning a glare from you. Your eyes stared into his blue ones for a moment as you waited to see what he would do. He began leaning in, but before he could go further, the door burst open once more.

"Sherlock, did you find- Oh! You did. Am I-Am I interrupting?" Lestrade asked. Sherlock rolled his eyes and pulled back. "Clearly." He grabbed your hand and pulled you from the room to have you checked out by the medics. As you followed him out, you kept wondering what it would have felt like if he had kissed you the way you'd hoped.

(a/n: I hope you like it! My apologies for being gone so long, but I think I'm back now! Tag lists are open!)