#so... how many times did they film him tossing the shoe before he nailed it? 🤣

[il-predestinato]

Suited and booted. 🎥: Charles Leclerc wearing the 2023 race suit.

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

7. Enlisted Service

When we leave the party we have to stop at McDonald's for something quick to eat before returning to the infamous palm tree lined path leading up to our school's main quad. Ambling from the vehicle, there's a lot of stumbling around since we're drunk as fuck but as a group, we each make it into the dorm without mishap. Letitia and I watch the others as we go one by one to our rooms dropping each other off until it's just us two. She puts a finger to her lips and giggling soundlessly, follows me into my room collapsing flat on her back on my bed as I close the door.

"I LOVE your bed set," she swoons hugging one of my pillows.

"You here to cuddle my pillows or me," I tease walking kicking my shoes off and approaching. I climb onto the bed, straddling her waist and snatching the pillow to toss it to the floor. "Cause I'm right here, baby love, in ALLLL my glory," I stress rubbing my fingertips down my chest to my stomach as her eyes follow my nails.

"How do you get away with being so arrogant," she smirks with a slight questioning squint.

"Oop!.. Arrogant?"

"My bad did I say that out loud," she covers her mouth.

"You did! But that's fine, you can think I'm arrogant. I adore me because I love beautiful things, is that so wrong?"

"So do I."

"Yeah? Well, I'm in need a soft touch from a special girl who can enjoy me with me. You down?"

"I want the same," she whispers meekly, fingers rolling over the fabric of my dress before slipping down to lightly stroke the skin of my thigh bringing me goosebumps. She seems reserved, I want her to ravage me. I see her watching my lips.

"How many girls have you been with?"

"I.. Don't know. A handful?"

"Would've thought less."

"Why?'

She's so mild and gentle, which isn't like her usual bold personality.

"Mild and gentle," she huffs blowing out her lips. "You know you just said that to ME!"

"OOP! Then we even, ain't we!" I cover my mouth like she did.

Her build is slim and boxy but athletic with some slight curve which I like. It may be wrong but it reminds me of a nigga in a way.. and that turns me on even though I know she's very feminine. Maybe it's the liquor but my fantasies are going wild and I want her to top me with my strap which I feel like grabbing now. I feel like if she were serious, she could really deliver.

But I also like her feminine energy and at the same time I don't want that to fluctuate. I like the way she's stroking my skin with her fingers so gently, it feels good. Winding my hips to grind against her I don't even know what I'm grinding on anymore. My mind's going back to Chris. I can teach him how to fuck. He is too fine to be so bad at it. What if I called him now for a threesome? I'm just so horny, would Letitia be down for it?

"Phoeb."

"Yeah?"

"You mind if I make myself a bit more comfortable?"

"Girl if you don't take these damn clothes off!" I tug at her dress letting it go and she chuckles as I lift off of her so she can sit up. I start to take my gear off too. "Yeah, we supposed to be fuckin.. Sitting here fully dressed like some fools, what the hell?"

"Right? I came to see some ASS for the free 99!"

"Some ass? Oh girl, all you had to do was ask, I love throwing this ass! In fact, let me set up my camera to record."

When I say my camera, I mean my phone of course. It's what I use to film all of my content for sales. I send Chris a little text to get to me ASAP and I set the phone up on its stand and start the video. Impatient, I head to Letitia and grab the elastic of her panties pulling them down off of her as she's knocked to the side from how rough I am.

"Well damn Phoebe!"

"I want what I want."

Pushing her backward to fall onto my bed, I check the angle of the camera once more before I press her thighs apart. Getting the memo, she lifts her legs high and holds her own thighs as a help. I rub at her outer lips but for the sake of not blocking the camera, I climb up to straddle her waist and face the camera, licking her as I watch the lens. At this angle I can reach the whole kitten to play with.. and I do as she whispers.. but I can also focus on that point where all those nerves meet. I hope all the sucking is loud enough to hear on camera, I know the spit is visible.

I alternate between licking lightly and giving attention to different areas with her fingers in my hair making me wonder if I need to constrain her hands to that she doesn't pull on my lace. This isn't my actual hair, it can come off if someone is way too rough.

"Oooh," she hums palming the back of my head with one hand and rubbing on my ass with the other. She pulls my panties to the side and starts to return the favor as I let her use my tongue to move closer to orgasm. Although her licking duties suffer due to her focus being on the pleasure radiating through her kitty, I don't mind that much. I can't blame her, I'm great at head. She really loves the feeling, I can tell. The way she's holding my head though, I'm having flashbacks to some good sessions and now even more than before, I want her to use my strap-on on me! I wait until she gets her first nut of the night before I stop and turn around, letting her taste herself. She's getting grabbier and pulling on me so I grind against her and for a while we just make out while her fingers slip in and out of me.

Eventually, I need more than fingers but I know she's craving too since she's grinding back to the point of rubbing her kitten against my peach for some delicious friction. We need more.

I pause her and rise gracefully, bounding to my toy chest for my double-sided blue dildo and one of my many water based lubes. Rubbing down both ends, I steady it between us as she greedily snatches up an end pulling it inside of herself. I take the other end and do the same, watching her as she attempts to hoard the length. I have to sit closer with my thighs over hers to get my fill. Together, we both hold it steady with a hand between us as we toy ourselves, grinding faster and faster. She grabs my boob, squeezing and I pull her in closer wrapping her in another solid kiss while fucking the shit out of myself and her.

That's when I see a silhouette from the corner of my eye and almost have a heart attack.

"You wanted me to be the link in your lil pussy chain," Chris slurs sitting on the bed, shirt already off.

"What you doing here," I frown still holding onto Letitia.

"Why is he in here," she asks, not stopping just as I'm not. I'm close.

"I don't know," I admit.

"You told me to come over," he says but I don't remember that. "..When you texted me? Hol'up." He pulls up messages and shows me my name on a thread.  I have to read it twice.

"I sure did invite him.. Damn."

He takes his shoes off followed by his pants and he pulls out a condom having come prepared.

"Y'all getting it in. Where can I fit?"

"You can lay flat and let Letitia ride your face while I ride that dick my way," I point directing him where and how to lay. I also direct Letitia and rub over her chest, boobs, and shoulders telling him how she likes it and where to lick as she grinds on his face with no regard for his air flow, as it should be.

Once he gets the hang of that, I stroke up his shaft with a little of the lube that still glossing my hand and I sit on it gradually feeling every groove that I can through the condom before riding it, getting it the way I like it. He's a lucky man tonight getting to share a bed with two lovely visions.

"This video about to be nasty," I smirk throwing my ass against his pubic bone.

I lift off and suck it a few times and it tastes like sweet rubber before I climb back onto him and give him that work that has him cumming within the next few minutes. I keep stroking him with my hand to get him hard again coaxing a second round from his as I do all the work to get myself off.

After round two he's done, but he still wants to watch. I'm over him, however. I don't need him around if he can't keep up so I send him away and lock my door. For the next twenty minutes Letitia and I fool around until we both start to get sleepy. To combat it, we stand.

Turning, I throw my ass against her waist and she catches it while I watch the camera lens.

"Well work, bitch, I got the dollars," she laughs standing on my bed to jump off and grab her bag. She instantly starts dying on the floor when she looks inside. "Bitch!... I got six ones and some change I'm a have to pop you in the ass with some quarters!!"

"Hell nah!" She's rolling and I can't help but laugh with and at her as I choose a song, starting to roll my hips as a warm up. Captain Hook by Meg the Stallion.

"You better not!" I hold my boobs and keep looking back to make sure she's not picking up that change with her goofy ass which only makes her snicker. "Aight shut up."

She keeps making me wanna laugh though I never miss a beat, being a pro twerker. I'm easily the best and highest tipped at Mickey's. I'm one of two who has the control to do isolations and pop one cheek at a time. So that's what I show Ticia and the camera.

"AYYYY," she yells waving her ones in the air before throwing them all at once, "GET IT YESSS!" She picks them back up to smack off her hand one at a time making it trickle with the six bills. Then I catch her getting up to go through my perfumes and I roll my eyes.

"Girl, get out my shit. You worse than Natalie!"

"One spray!"

"No, move," I laugh, but I eventually decide to share. One spray. Of course she loves it. It does smell really good. In fact, it's turning me on more because it smells so good.

"Okay show me how to twerk." She jumps back onto my bed and I turn away so she can see my ass.

"It's hard to explain.. You just," Left cheek, right cheek, boom boom boom, then both. She tries it but she can't isolate. I'm not surprised apparently not many can.

I do it quickly with the rhythm, bending and even squatting to show off enjoying her attention on me. I wish I had a pole, I'd really dance, but that's fine I hit a split and bounce before crawling over to her and pulling her face to mine placing that kiss on her. That did it. She starts pulling on my waist, gripping on my ass. This is what I wanted. I need her to sate this unquenchable thirst within me.

I lean into her sending her spine to line up against the side of the bed and I climb over her thighs onto her lap to deepen the kiss as her hands roam my arms, my waist, my hips, my thighs. I kiss down her clavicle and to her small handful of boobs.

"Get that dildo," she orders and I snatch it off the bed pushing one end into her before treating myself as we fuck again.

"I love sex," I smile lost in how amazing it feels.

"Duh, look at all that lube in your drawer, sis," she chuckles, "For what?"

"FOR REASONS!"

xoxo.

In the morning, I roll over and open my eyes looking up to see that I slept on the floor butt naked. I just.. fell asleep apparently. Sitting up, I have the beginnings of a headache so I take two tylenol with some juice from my mini fridge. I can't believe I fucked the good sis last night... well, actually I can. My phone is sitting up on the stand. I walk over to see it about to die any second and I stop the video. I'm tempted to watch it now. I don't even remember everything we did last night.

But now that I think about it, I was drunk. She was drunk. We all were drunk. Even Natalie was drunk. Why did I let homegirl drive me while drunk? Well... that answers itself. All that swerving almost took your girl out of here, I DO remember that. If that would have happened then what magnificence would these painfully ordinary souls then gaze upon?

How awful, I'll need to think about that next time. If I can.

[imagineclaireandjamie]

I love HRH. During the last chapter I found myself wanting to skip time and read about Jamie being the Queen Consort already for all his dreams have come true ...

Many thanks to @notevenjokingfic for telling me where I can do better, and to @smashing-teacups and @desperationandgin for always cheering me on with this story. xx.

Part I: The Crown Equerry | Part II: An Accidental Queen | Part III: Just Claire | Part IV: Foal | Part V: A Deal | Part VI: Vibrations | Part VII: Magnolias | Part VIII: Schoolmates | Part IX: A Queen’s Speech | Part X: Rare | Part XI: Watched | Part XII: A Day’s Anticipation | Part XIII: The Location | Part XV: Motorcycle | Part XV: Cabin | Part XVI: Market | Part XVII: Stables | Part XVIII: Alarms | Part XIX: Visitor | Part XX: Cuffed | Part XXI: A Woman’s Speech | Part XXII: The Harlot Queen | Part XXIII: Rarer

Her Royal Highness (H.R.H.)Part XXIV: Balmoral & London

The cabin’s spare key was cloistered in the musty sanctuary existing beneath a loose board on the front patio. It was a trusting thing for the Fraser family to leave it hidden there, she thought, but the road to the cabin was hardly what one would consider to be “well traveled,” and the cabin was the type of dwelling that was not particularly easy to find unless someone was looking for it.  

Despite a generally abhorrent sense of direction, Claire had driven herself to the Highlands, her hands somehow possessed with the memory of clutching Fraser’s jacket, leaning her weight into him and into each turn on the back of the motorcycle. After tucking the vehicle into the shed alongside the pickup, she turned herself sideways to slip between the vehicles. Facing down the short walk to the empty cabin, she suddenly felt rather foolish for having brought an overnight bag.

Inside, the cabin was quiet, its stillness almost eerie. Entering the room where they had lost themselves in one another again and again, her breath caught as she set the bag at the end of the bed. Their bed, as her mind had come to think of it. The duvet was rumpled just a bit on Fraser’s side of the hastily-made bed (before leaving for their impromptu camping trip, he had laid her out, kissed lies into her lips about an easy forever). She tucked the fluffy corner down, smoothed it with her hand, and left the room. She closed the room off, her fingertips lingering on the doorknob for a moment too long.

After opening a number of windows, she ran a single finger along the countertop and marveled and how readily dust had collected in the absence of occupants. As the thought of the domestic help she had around her own homes caused her guilt, she plucked a thick-plumed duster from beneath the kitchen sink and carefully ran it over the various surfaces of the cabin. Counters, the mantle, coffee and end tables, window ledges, the bookshelf, the top of the refrigerator, the tanks of the toilets and shower curtain rod. She straightened her shoes at the front door, making sure the toes did not scuff the oak moulding, and took her summer jacket from the back of the couch to hang it among those in the front closet. When her small amount of housekeeping was finished, she found herself adrift and waiting, checking her wristwatch periodically.

Two hours passed.

She wondered if he got the message.

She wondered if he had decided not to come.

She had no idea how far away his childhood home was, the trivia he’d shared about the distance from the cabin and location lost somewhere in her lizard brain.

She opened the refrigerator and stared inside, rearranging its contents and tossing out some of the items that had gone off since their journey to the market.

She wondered how it felt as though an entire lifetime had passed since they had last been there. Wrenching her eyes closed, she realized it had only been a few days.

Gravel crunched underneath tires, and she snapped to the front door like a magnet, pulling it open and looking out. All that remained was a plume of dust from a passing motorist. It was chilly, the air biting and the sky grey. Autumn would come early this year.

Another hour passed.

She settled herself onto the couch with a book plucked at random from the bookcase. Camus. The Stranger. Reading, but not retaining, her mind wandered. Perhaps Fraser was angry with her; maybe his sister advised him not to come. Claire chewed a thumbnail, excoriating herself for even wearing the bloody ring to the cabin in the first place and then for just leaving it like some useless, nondescript bauble.

This was her fault.

Well into her fourth hour, Claire had resigned herself to the fact that she would perhaps sleep alone in the cabin. She could give Fraser until the following day to come – a night of restless tossing and turning in their room, nose pressed to his pillow. For the first time, she seriously entertained the possibility that Colonel James Fraser had heard her speech, that it was not enough, and that he would not be coming.

‘What then?’ she pondered.

Perhaps she would be left to send notes to him periodically, to beckon him to the cabin. Days would be spent – dusting each surface, straightening shoes and magazines. Maybe she would do that for a time, until the moss-covered board was nailed down and the key relocated from its damp home to a hiding place less obvious as a message to her. A signal to just stop, and then she would know for sure.

With The Stranger long abandoned on the coffee table, Claire poured and drained a glass of whisky, then another. She let down her hair from its loose twist, and stood at the back window, watching a cardinal. The prospect of drinking until she was drunk enough to sleep soundly seemed welcome to her in the moment.

The door opened.

For some reason, she was resigned to Jamie not coming to the cabin. In the moment, it did not occur to her that he had received her message or that he had come to her.

“Mrs. Fitz, is that you?” she called out.

A pause.

“Did you drive to London to deliver that note?”

The door clicked closed.

Claire looked into the bottom of her glass and drained the third dram without the wincing shiver that had accompanied the first and second drinks. The liquor didn’t taste like smoke or peet anymore; it didn’t taste like anything anymore.

“It isna Mrs. Fitz.”

Claire swallowed, her breath catching on the hazy burn of the spirit in her throat. She set the glass down on the window ledge, willing her hands not to tremble.

“It’s me.”

Lungs. Her lungs weren’t working. Brain and heart and guts. They were all betraying her – nausea and lack of oxygen and an ever-ratcheting tightness behind her ribs, beneath her breastbone.

“Jamie.”

Claire turned, her knees rapidly going through an evolutionary backslide to reconstitute themselves into a mass of gelatin and floppy, pale flesh. She wound her fingers into the curtain. With the fabric in hand, she willed herself to remain upright. Her voice was hardly a whisper as she said, “You came, Fraser.”

“Aye.” The long line of his throat dipped as he swallowed. “Of course I came for ye.”

At once, they started across the room towards each other – long legs carrying him past the halfway point and bringing the fronts of their bodies crashing into one another. His arms gathered her close, then pulled her somehow closer to hold her with an almost-bruising ferocity. For a few moments, she stood stunned against him, her hold loose at his waist. But then she started to cry. She hadn’t meant to, but the tears would not stop once they started. As she wept, Jamie smoothed her hair and began to weep himself, the unseen origins of a sob building with a tympanic vibration in his chest and eventually cracking free.

“I thought I lost ye,” he mumbled. “I thought that I had to lose ye.”

Claire tucked her face closer to him, balled fistfuls of his shirt into her hands. She was not sure she had a single, solitary word left that day. She had spoken them all on that camera. Everything else, she hoped she could communicate as a shell of herself with only her eyes and gestures.

“I thought that I’d no’ ever see ye again. That the last words I spoke to ye were no’ the ones ye deserved, that I said them to yer back, that I didna say that I loved ye until ye had already gone and I was alone. That I’d no’ ever touch ye again, a nighean.”

“You can touch me now,” she whispered plainly, the sound of her own voice surprising her. His acknowledgment was snuffled and ineloquent as his hand cupped her cheek.

When he kissed her, it felt real. Breathless, she pulled back and mashed her cheek to his.

Part of her wanted to rage. To call him what he was – a bloody stubborn Scot, an idiot, and a know-it-all. The other wanted to hold him, to kiss him, to implore him to make love to her; to wash the taste of that moment when she had turned her back to him out of her mouth, to cleanse her mind of the things they’d said to one another.

His hands were in her hair, tilting her face back towards his. “We need to talk.”

Nodding, she hitched herself somehow closer to him. “I need you to just hold me right now.”

The underside of his chin bumped against her head. She wished desperately that he had more hands, that he was broad enough to fold around her entirely, to swallow her whole. He wasn’t, so they stood in the center of that living room – Claire in her stocking feet and television appearance clothes, Jamie in work clothes – for what felt like an eternity.

She was the first to pull back, to run her fingers along his cheekbones, to try to speak. Words failed her, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, rose to the tips of her toes and kissed him. His cheeks, his jaw, his mouth as he ran his hands over her hair and back and shoulders again and again. It was not a romantic kiss and it was not a touch meant to arouse, but instead the intentions of two relieved lovers.

They made their way to the bedroom silently, undressed one another wordlessly, took their time with each button and clasp, every zipper, the delicate film of her stockings, and the clip-on earrings and bracelet.

They slipped beneath the covers naked. It was only once the duvet was overhead that they whispered things – gratitude, love, hope. “I meant it… what I said in that interview. I want to stay here with you for a time.” Claire slid her foot up the back of her love’s leg, the one who she had declared to the world was hers and hers alone. “Come to Balmoral with me. Not as an employee. Come as…”

Her voice faded away, and she shifted up on the bed to look at him, to make sure that she could read him as she said it.

“As the man I love. Not as the Crown Equerry.”

He raised his eyebrows. “So ye’re sayin’ that I’ve been terminated?”

The corner of her mouth lifted in a smirk to match his as she delicately rose above him, hands on either side of his head and one knee moving over his belly. She lowered herself to sit on his thighs. “I’m saying that we have the rest of the summer, and however many days we have left on this earth, if you’ll have me.”

As he pulled himself up and leaned back against the headboard, he tucked her hair behind her ears, traced his hand down her shoulder to push the sheet away from her breasts. Taking her legs and bringing her fully into his lap, he sighed, “Of course.”

“So you will you come to Balmoral? And then back to London?”

“Ye ken there’s nowhere else I’d be, Sorcha.” Her fingers charted a course south between them, and he arched up enough that his neck was corded, taut. “I want to make a life wi’ ye, mo nighean donn. Whatever life that God and the universe have in store for us. I want ye. Desperately. Unendingly.”

Her eyes clouded, she nodded. For a moment she indulged in the thought of him as prince consort (night rides and meeting her under too-sweet magnolia bushes, not out of obligation for secrecy, but for want alone), of his hand in hers as they introduced the world to the next in the Beauchamp line to the throne (an auburn-curled lad with translucent eyelashes or a peach-skinned lass with the rosiest bow-shaped mouth).

“Will ye grow tired of me, do ye think?” he asked.

Her brows knit together, and she huffed a small breath, the diaphanous image of a family they had never discussed having dissolved with his question. “Surely you are joking, Fraser. Do you think you will tire of me?”

“No,” he said firmly, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “That I willna, Sassenach.”

“How do you know?” she asked.

“I haven’t,” he pointed out. “It hasna been long, but I want ye as much today as I did those few months ago. More, maybe.”

She leaned down and kissed him. He tasted clean and fresh. Familiar. “I do, too.”

“Then dinna trouble yourself about it, Sassenach, and neither will I.”

He smoothed the curtain of curls that had fallen forward away from her forehead, let loose a little sigh as she rose over him and sank down, her face twisting with the pleasure of having him back with her, back inside of her. Leaning into her, he took his time, lapping at the base of her throat, apologizing with the soft skin of her earlobe absorbing his breath, moving with her only when she whispered, “Please, Jamie.”

She rolled against him, rocked, took his hand, reared back with the bedding tented over her shoulders. He touched her right breast, whimpered, and said that he loved her, that he knew she loved him. Their fingers intertwined, she fell forward to take his mouth, to bite his lower lip.

“Stay here with me for awhile, Fraser,” she groaned, moving faster, pressing closer.

“I will.” His eyes were open, his mouth slack, but he managed, “Always.”

Later, sated and aching between her thighs, Claire was not sure if Jamie was awake. Night had long since fallen, and the quietness of the cabin was disrupted only by the soft click of the radiator and the even cadence of his breathing. “Jamie?” she asked softly, her fingertips running up the centerline of his chest and along the stubble of his throat. “Are you awake?”

He made a decidedly awake, chesty noise of sentience, and she found herself smiling.

She needed him then, not in a desperate away, just in an ancient way. He turned towards her, a hand coming to rest against her hip as if she were gravity itself. Quiet, as though he had not already divined her purpose in rousing him, she asked, “Make love to me again?”

“Yer wee cheeks. They’re pink.”

Defiantly, she muttered, “I have been exercised quite thoroughly, Fraser.”

His fingers traced the apple of her cheek, the bottom swell of her lip. “Ye’re blushing.”

To shut him up, she kissed him and refrained from saying that he was blushing just as furiously with her hand between his legs doing the careful work of bringing him to full readiness for a second round. As he carefully situated his knees on either side of her hips, they somehow knew – both of them – that they could know one another for an entire lifetime and still surprise one another, still love with a mad intensity.

And then all conscious thought was lost between them.

[magicalsalamander]

The Firefly that Guards the Fox IV

Pairing: BTS Taehyung  ⇆ Reader

Genre: Hybrid | Lawyer | Murder Mystery| Fluff | Angst | Smut [Epilogue] |

Words: 6.9K

Warnings: Overall story rated mature; Explicit themes, action/ violence, bloodshed, death of minor characters.

Summary: His mother and father weren’t supposed to fall in love. They weren’t supposed to find a mate in one another.

They weren’t supposed to.

After losing his father years ago, Taehyung vows to find and avenge the injustice his family has gone through. You were childhood friends with Taehyung. The four of you Taehyung, Hoseok, your older brother and you were inseparable. You were torn apart from Taehyung, your fox who’ve you’ve always vowed to protect and be with, without a warning. He called you Firefly, you called him Tae-Tae the fox. Was your fate supposed to end there in the past with your childhood?

A/N: Orig post date: 01|24|18; Updated intro 12|12|19. Part of the KLF Universe.

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The tension in the air was thick cutting through the musky stress sweat odor left by previous tenants. The silence was deafening from the abrupt pause. Within seconds the fox pounced the bars, rattling the once calm metal. His eyes were blown out, tail wagging, nails elongated and ears pulled backwards against his skull. The spotlight hanging in your cell swung lightly back and forth from the impact against the bars. Chaos was a foot. You scrambled back lining up against the back wall snatching Key’s blazer shakily at the sudden appearance. His ragged breathing was cut off with, “What did you say?” His expression was vague, somewhere in between angry or upset, either way it demanded an answer. It was all on you now, you’ve grown too vulnerable and unguarded around him. You’ve already kissed her goodbye and let the hand go of the woman you used to be to him. You just started finding your footing among the team; no way were you letting that go.

You needed a way out and fast.

Taking the next steps carefully, you began chattering your teeth pulling the blazer closer to you. “Good-Good night Tae-Tae Taehyung.” You felt vulnerable with him staring at you intently, judging your character with squinted eyes. Clanking rang through the hollow hallway from the heavy main cell door addressing the presence of someone else. Taehyung turned his attention to the tall figure now at the entrance of the hall. This gave you time to puff your cheeks full of air and cluck your tongue against the roof of your mouth matching the noisy sounds. You were able to accumulate enough pressure in your mouth within those few seconds that when he turned around back to you your acting was complete. You opened your mouth while shivering releasing a billowing cloud of condensation. Physics wasn’t your favorite subject in college, but for once you could use it. He looked at you with astonishment not quiet believing his eyes, but he did. How could someone fake condensation? Your acting was solidified when he pulled his blazer tighter to himself and his body relaxed. He didn’t think it was that cold as you were making it out to be, but then again, he was a hybrid. Hybrids naturally had a higher body temperature. “Mr. Kim! That’s the only way you can address me Y/L/N.”

The tall figure standing at the main door walked towards Mr. Kim. The slow, calm pace clicks of his dress shoes was an eerie suspense since you couldn’t see the owner. Mr. Kim shifted his ears up with the new individual presence and held his now relaxed hand out to greet the figure approaching. His march halted in front of your cell with his last footstep bringing his heels alongside with a loud clap. He was standing directly under a spotlight sending chills down your spine watching the silhouetted man. The man wore a dark navy suit; you stared at his shoes making your way up the shadowed, capped figure to his head. The ample amount of medals on his left breast glimmered under the dim lighting. The silhouette face under the cap was brute. In a polite gesture, the man took off his cap bringing it down to rest against his chest. The over gelled, slicked back haired man raised his lowered head revealing the deformed left side of his face. The intense, deep scars trailed from his temple and dragged down to disappear into his collared dress shirt in three lines. The man offered a jagged smile shaking Mr. Kim’s hand in a strong grip, “Mr. Kim, you do know it’s after visiting hours, right? Even though you are a friend to this station, you can’t break the rules.” With a raised brow he gave Mr. Kim a suggestive look. The man looked down at you in unamusement, but flipped the switch suddenly into a crass smile. You weren’t a hybrid, but your intuition was telling you to get away from him. He was bad news. You could feel the goosebumps forming as he studied you, and it wasn’t from the bad acting. Mr. Kim offered a smile back, “I’m sorry Chief, it won’t happen again. I was just leaving.” Mr. Kim gave you one last look and they walked side by side out of the hallway.

Taehyung wasn’t close to the man, but he’s seen the Chief enough with his frequent visits to the station. He bowed to the Chief at the station’s main entrance and walked to his car in the parking lot. When Taehyung was out of sight, two men dressed in black with a mask and hat covering their face came behind the Chief. The chief stood unchanging his watch on the disappearing figure with his hands clasped behind his back. With a deep breath he tilted his head back rotating it clockwise cracking his neck. He slanted his head back after coming to a rest casting a deep shadow over his eyes. A menacing smile bloomed but only pulling up fully on one side, “Follow him boys.” The two men nodded and silently walked down the step steps with their hands tucked in their pockets blending in with the nightly shadows.

Taehyung drove back to the office on the nearly empty streets before heading home. He parked in the empty underground parking garage leaving his black M5 BMW in his reserved spot. He grabbed his leather briefcase from the passenger seat and draped his coat over his forearm closing the driver’s door. The click of his oxford loafers echoed in the otherwise silent garage. The ding of the elevator registered and brought him up to the fifth floor. The darkness greeted him, but he reached out for the light switch without looking having turned it off too many times from working late. He walked through the work room and glanced over at his team’s desk. It hasn’t been long since you’ve started working for him, but he’s gotten used to seeing you sitting at your desk. He could picture you sticking your pen in your bun instead of behind your ear in concentration. The swollen pout of your lips when you were stuck or frustrated. The room felt empty with out you. You’ve become a constant in his life. He stepped towards your desk smiling and grazed the surface of it with his fingers. Before he could stop himself, his cheerfully wagging tail was wrapping around the leg of the desk scent marking. When he realized what he was doing he unwrapped his tail like it touch a hot iron and back tracked towards his office. He opened the door and walked in sitting his briefcase down on one of the two leather seats across his desk. He slumped down into his swivel office chair and rested his clasped hands on his stomach reclining back. He closed his eyes going over today. The simple task he gave you turned out to be a catalytic event.

Furrowing his brows in thought, he tried deciphering if his ears have ever failed him before. When he was walking away from you, he swore he heard “Good night Tae Tae.” Only people who were close to him called him that, in fact, only his mother and Hoseok called him that. Well, that girl from the countryside used to as well, but she’s not around anymore. His phone dinged with an incoming message. Not wanting to move from his comfortable position he opened one eye to see who it was disturbing him. “Kim Kibum has sent you a video file,” projected on his lock screen. Any remaining energy was dedicated to hunching over his desk and opening the file. It was the video recording from earlier today that Kibum showed him. He shared it to his Dropbox to pull up on the larger screen of his desktop. He turned his seat to face the desktop and hit the space bar watching everything unfold. His attention was on the kids bullying David, but your shouts broke his concentration. You walked over confidently asking for them to stop, but then was thrown to the ground by a figure taller than you. A low, aggressive yell escaped his throat watching you get tossed. The armrest of his chair got a taste of his claws. Once you stood up and took control of the situation it was like watching a UFC match! He sat up right with a sudden burst of energy watching the action film play out. He even found himself cheering for you mimicking your punches. He shadows boxed along feeling like he was getting the bad guys too. You even took on a guy with a knife! When all was said and done, you turned around to the camera and smoothed your hair behind your ear and scoffed. You were just like a heroine in a movie.

His eyes started seeing double, the same posture taken on by a child with a choppy bowl cut. “Pick on somebody your own size!” She was pointing at the group of boys a few years older than her. She was the same height as him, so the comeback didn’t make any sense. She stood to the side of the half circle of boys surrounding him. They laughed at her pushing her as well to the ground. He was whining and shrieking rushing over to her to pick her up, but she stood up on her own. She went charging at the boys with no mercy. She wouldn’t let anyone pick on her fox! The light in her eyes lit up when she turned around to Tae, cheering as the boys ran away. She held out her hand to pick him off the floor in his submissive stance, “Let’s get some ice cream Tae!” He was amazed that a girl, who’s so small, was able to take on four fourth graders! He smiled his boxy smile and nodded taking her hand.

His eyes focused back on the blackened screen seeing the reflection of himself. Why was he having so many flashbacks about this girl when it concerned Y/N? He rubbed his eyes, he must be exhausted and already entering a dream like state. He needed to figure a way to get you out and settle the Miller case. He reviewed the video a few more times watching carefully for things he could use to build onto the case. He fell asleep on his desk with the video looping in the background. Mrs. Lee shook him awake. He groggily shooed her away asking for five more minutes. She shook him once again and he finally sat up with hair sticking out everywhere. His ears were twitching along with his slow blinking eyes, “Mr. Kim, did you sleep here?” He looked around his office noticing that it was now day time. “Go home and get changed before you start work for the day. Today’s going to be busy. I pushed back all your clients for today, so go ahead.” He mumbled thanks and picked up his brief case and made his way home.

You slept curled up against the corner of the cell with the blazer acting as your blanket. Knocking on the cell door woke you up, so you turned your head off the wall towards the sound. Jungkook was standing there with two ramen cups with steam leaking from the lids. He looked exhausted with his hair sticking out in random places and uneven tucked in shirt. You offered a small smile and propped yourself into an upright sitting position. Your pencil skirt restricted you from crossing your legs comfortably. Jungkook opened the cell and set a cup down in front of you. “How’d you sleep?” He asked cheekily, you picked up the chopsticks and cheerily responded, “Well I’ve never stayed in a five-star hotel before, but I felt the luxury and comfort of one last night.” He laughed at your review and cheered your cup of ramen with his. “Taehyung is coming in later to talk again with the boys, excuse me plaintiffs, who were brought in this morning. Some of them have already gone through interviews, but their parents pulled them out. Their parents were able to wiggle them out of staying in jail.” You sighed, knowing that the wealthy always get away with things; no matter the bail it was chump change to them. Money can buy some people anything for the right amount. You looked at Jungkook taking in his disheveled appearance, “You should go home. You look like you’ve stayed up all night.” He nodded while slurping up a mouthful of noodles. “I did I stayed up and went out on patrol. The recent uprising of hybrid trafficking has gotten worse.” You poked at him with your knee on his thigh, “go home Jeon.” Another knock on the cell door echoed and another officer stood with legs crossed at the entrance, “flirting with an inmate Jeon?” Jungkook choked on his broth and turned towards his partner, “Yugyeom!” You laughed along with his partner, Yugyeom. His partner introduced himself to you, but Jungkook cut it short. He got up and grumbled to you, “Taehyung will be here shortly. I’ll take your advice, see you later Y/N.” You waved him off watching Yugyeom wink at you while he threw his arm around Jungkook’s shoulder. Ramen was indeed food for the soul.

The interrogation room was dark except for the florescent spotlight shinning on the single table in the center of the room. The metal folded chairs sat empty for the mean time. Behind the two-way window stood Jungkook, Yugyeom and a few other officers in the observation room. Taehyung waited among the lot with the other parties’ lawyer for their clients to make their way into the room. The last of the five plaintiffs walked in escorted by another officer had a cast around his hand up to his elbow. He sat down in one of the chairs observing the room, chewing gum obnoxiously. He stares at the two-way window challenging whomever stands behind it. His lawyer steps into the room taking a seat alongside him. Taehyung watches as his defense attorney goes over the legalities, but the kid just scoffs waving him off with his good hand. It’s obvious to tell that his lawyer is getting paid well enough to deal with these kids.

Officer Jeon steps into the room with a folder and bag in his hand. He sits down at the table laying the folder on the table and leaving the bag in his lap. Taehyung stands directly at the window’s edge resting his hands on the pane. The kid leans to his left and spits his gum on the floor. Jungkook sits back and only stares, while the kid imitates him actions. “Let’s begin with the basics, who are you?” The kid’s nose scrunches in detest, “You don’t know who I am? I’m sure you’ve heard of my dad.” Officer Jeon is holding his patience with this brat and opens the manila folder looking over the kid’s details. His father is the owner of LVT Industries, one of the biggest electronic companies worldwide. Jungkook doesn’t want to waste any time on someone who’s going to just preach about his father’s achievements. “Were you the one who wielded the knife?” He brings out the evidence bag with the knife in it and sets it on the table. The kid’s expression didn’t change, but the lawyer did; apparently, he didn’t know. His eyes widened and whipped his head around towards the kid. The kid shrugged his shoulders. The attorney’s eyes were running back and forth rapidly looking for any excuse. “You know your friends already told us it was you.” That was a lie, but he needed the kid to say it was him. The kids leg started shaking in agitation, “they wouldn’t do that!” Ah, he struck a cord with him. The lawyer seemed to be catching on to what Officer Jeon was doing and interjected saying that he’ll abstain from commenting.

The questioning went back and forth for a while until the kid grew tired of the questions. “Look, Bunny Officer whatever you are, how much money do I have to give you, huh?” Officer Jeon raised his brows, “Give money me for what?” The kid leaned forward on the table with one hand beckoning Officer Jeon forward. “To get you,” pointing his index at Officer Jeon, “to let me,” jabbing his thumb at himself, “out of here? What? You want me to tell you that we—,” his confession was cut short when the door swung open. An officer with a captain badge interrupted, “Officer Jeon, please step out of the room.” Jeon stood up pushing the metal chair back with a clang, “What! Captain, I’m not leaving until I’m done!” The officer wasn’t having any of Jungkook’s protest, “Leave or you’re off the case. Your questions were out of line. You need to leave now.” Jeon looked back to the kid who wore a smirk and shrugged his shoulders with feigned sympathy, “Oh no Mr. Officer!” “Jeon, out!” The captain kept insisting so Jeon picked up the evidence and walked out the room, past the observation room and into the hallway.

Taehyung watched as the captain apologized to the kid and lawyer, then went to follow Jungkook out to the hall. He was about to call out to Jungkook, who was walking away slamming his jacket to the floor and running his hand through his hair, when he heard the clicking of heels. They both turned around to see the police chief walking with a woman, who was in a fur coat. The coat reeked of death; humans couldn’t smell it but Jungkook and he clearly could. The police chief stood in front of the pair and with a stern look, “Officer Jeon, control yourself.” With a huff Jungkook picked up his jacket and saluted his superior. It was odd that just after the interview was stopped the mother of the child was outside the hall smiling? Shouldn’t she be concerned for her child? Much less standing with the police chief? Something didn’t feel right, he didn’t need his hybrid instincts half to tell him that. Mr. Kim offered a friendly handshake to the unusual pair, but the rich woman just turned her head away from his gaze with a huff. The police chief folded his hands behind him and walked past the two into the interrogation room with the woman. Taehyung brought his unshaken hand back to him and turned to Jungkook, “Is he always involved in cases?” Jungkook shook his head, “only when it concerns the rich. I still can’t believe he got promoted first before my unit’s captain, who’s been here for decades. The chief used to be the captain of Gang relations only for a few years, but was promoted to police chief with no election. They suddenly had a press conference saying that the old police chief left in his will that he assigned him to be the new official.” None of that sounded right to Taehyung, it all sounded so forced. Officer Kim Yugyeom came around the corner, “guys you need to come see this!” Officer Jeon and Mr. Kim exchanged looks and followed Yugyeom down the hall towards the holding cells.

The police chief stopped the mother from following the officers escorting her son into the interrogation room. “Ma’am, please follow me into my office for some coffee.” She looked back to see the owner of the voice who offered her coffee and caught on to his nuance when he raised his eyebrow suggestively. The woman gave a crooked smile, but only as far as the Botox would let her. The chief lead the mother off into another isolated hallway leading to higher ups offices. The woman rummaged in her purse to pull out her wallet to check if she brought her checkbook. When the chief noticed her rummaging he turned to her, “Oh no, Ma’am, you won’t be needing that” with a wink. He allowed her to step into his office first leading her in with a feigned smile. The office was closed off away from the rest of the station. Before stepping over to his desk he pulled the cord of the roller blinds on the window down blocking the view from any prying eyes. Chief leaned in on his desk with folded hands ,”I think I have a way to help your son Ma’am.” In discussion he gestured out with exaggerated movements to add to the proposition. The woman threw her hands in the air displeased, but he held his in front of him to calm her down. She pulled out her wallet again and pulled out her checkbook ripping out a check. Her pen was working furiously, and she slammed the check in front of him, “I hope this will be more than generous for you.” With a soft smile he nodded taking the check and locking it in a drawer on his desk. He pulled out his notepad and with a fountain pen wrote down a name for her, “talk to this man next, he will be of greater help to you, tell him I sent you.” The woman smiled and folded the piece of paper into her wallet hiding it from plain sight. One of the captain’s always following the police chief knocked at the door. The chief allowed him in and the captain offered him a bow, “Sir, its time for you to step in.” Heels clicked on the tile floor in his office, “I trust in you chief that you will take care of my son. I leave him in your hands.” The chief responded cryptically, “trust in me Ma’am.”

As Taehyung, Jungkook and Yugyeom approached the hallway they heard uncharacteristic keyboard typing coming from the holding hallway. He stood in the doorway with the officers behind him at the main cell door watching his teammates Kibum and Krystal deep in concentration. Key was sitting in the hallway in front of your cell working on his laptop typing away furiously. Stacks of paper were sprawled out nearby creating a half circle ring around the lawyer. Krystal was on the phone pacing back and forth chewing on her thumb. Taehyung approached with his tail swishing curiously, but Key didn’t bother looking up to acknowledge him, nor did Krystal stop the call. He stepped directly behind Kibum looking over his shoulder to see what was so pressing. Key’s laptop was opened to files on the Miller’s case and similar cases studying their outcomes. Officer Jeon and Kim approached crouching down next to Kibum studying his papers. Taehyung changed his direction of observation and looked into the cell to find you in a similar fashion. You now had a change of clothes with jeans and a t-shirt instead of your professional attire. Your hair was in a sloppy bun held together by pencils sticking out of it in random configuration with the typical pout scrunching your expression. He asked, “what are you guys doing?” You looked up over your papers,” Oh, Good evening Mr. Kim. I asked Kibum to bring over some files. Ms. Jung was already in the area and tagged along. I had an epiphany last night and it brought some things to my attention. We decided since I won’t be able to go anywhere for the meantime that it doesn’t mean the world stops. I can still work from here, so I’m going to do my job.” He was impressed by your dedication, even in this situation you were still thinking of the client. The wild thing sitting casually in front of him was more exotic than his own genetic mix. Just what exactly are you? “Why, Ms. Y/L/N?” You pulled out a pencil from your bun and a small curl of hair now hung in front of your eye. You blew it out of your face, “their life is in my hands and the mistake was mine. I must protect them with all I can.” Your words washed over him like cold water. He was seeing double again recalling the same woman in front of him and the firefly of his childhood. The heroine never stopped fighting even when the fight was over. The story goes on until it’s truly over. He sat down with you guys and pulled out his laptop. Key looked at him questioningly, “what are you doing, Mr. Kim?” He didn’t even bother looking up, “Protecting Mr. Kim,” he said with a cheeky smile. Officer Jeon and Kim exchanged looks, “we’ll bring you guys some coffee.”

It was late when Jungkook walked back to the holding cells. He was assigned to close the main cell door for the night. Taehyung was on his phone talking to Mrs. Lee going over files at the office. Key was writing an email out to the hybrid protection council, and you were sipping coffee intensely going over papers. Ms. Jung left hours ago for a field investigation. It was endearing to watch and he smiled tenderly at the scene, but he had to call this a night. He jangled his keys form the entrance walking over garnering the attention of the trio. “Officer Jeon, can you get me some more coffee please?” you spoke to the man without looking extending your empty cup through the bars. The rest of the group chimed in asking for a cup as well, “Your finest instant coffee Jeon.” He was taken aback by the request, “Sorry, but visiting hours,” he paused looking at his watch, “have been over for a while now. I can’t let you stay any longer tonight.” Key looked up at him pleadingly but Jungkook stayed firm on his decision, “really, I could get in big trouble if I let you stay. I already let it slip that you’re working in here.” Not wanting to push their luck they packed everything up, but you asked if they could leave some files behind with you. Key was first to leave, but Taehyung hesitated a few seconds before leaving. He muttered under his breath, “Good night, Ms. Y/L/N.” He was walking away before you could say anything, but you couldn’t speak anyways. Your mouth was hanging open with eyes as wide as boulders. Did he just say good night? The rosy dust over your cheek didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook who was sharing an equally large smile. It was back to work for you.

The next day the rich families lawyer came to the station speaking on behalf of the plaintiffs regarding a contract. You sat next to Taehyung in one of the meeting rooms anticipating the news. The attorney slid over a file with a contract and a NDA form. Taehyung took it before you could reach for it and reviewed over it, while the other lawyer spoke. “The families have decided to not press any charges against Y/L/N, but under the condition that you will not use against them in court. They want you to sign this to assure an understanding between the parties and not mention signing of the contract. You will be let out effective immediately when you sign this.” You looked over to Taehyung who sat the file down and you swiped it to review it yourself. “They still want to proceed with current allegations in the class lawsuit against the Millers, so there will be no amendments to the standing case. Do you accept Ms. Y/L/N.” You couldn’t believe the pettiness of these families. Why were they so hell bent on attacking this hybrid?

“Can you please give us time to discuss this privately?” You questioned the attorney to which he hesitantly stood up and looked at his watch, “I need to leave soon, make it fast.” As a lawyer yourself you knew he was just trying to press you into a decision, but you’ve already made yours. Once the man was out of the room, you turned to Mr. Kim, “I will sign this.” Mr. Kim whipped his head around to look at you, “are you crazy? What are you talking about? The video is the best evidence we have!” With a heavy heart you turned to him, “I want to help David and I’m limited in here. We can edit the video up until I came into frame. They don’t seem to know about the video, so it will be valid evidence. The important thing here is David not me.” Mr. Kim was taken aback, “but they held a knife to you? Shouldn’t they be punished for that?” You nodded, “Yes, but I think I don’t want the media to focus on that. I want them to focus on the discrimination and make an example of these kids. I want other hybrids to be able to come to the law and not be afraid of losing or being shamed.” Mr. Kim was holding back his objections, but you were right. The media would focus on the wrong thing and this was a step towards addressing hybrid discrimination as an issue. He was torn. “It’s up to you Y/n.” It threw you off that he used your first name. You couldn’t ask why he called you by your first name when he was already out of his seat calling back the attorney. You signed the contract and slipped it back to him taking your copy of the contract. The lawyer thanked you and walked out of the room. Holding your file to your chest, “I don’t mind getting hurt. It’s precious time and resources were wasting on me. Right now, we need to focus on David Miller. He’s the victim, not me.” You got up and walked out of the room with your bag full of your clothes. You’ve made your choice and he understood it completely. It wasn’t right though, it didn’t sit right with him. You were important.

The next week until the trail the team spent it working tirelessly. You weren’t the only one working late at night. Key and you went through all the kid’s social medias and social outlets. Krystal went to search for CCTV for any possible captures of other harassments to other students. You spent more time with the family getting to know them and collecting as much as you can. Mr. Kim was working endlessly as well, you would often step into his office refilling his coffee even though he didn’t ask. He would smile when he saw you leaving the room and the steam cup of coffee on his desk. Every time Mr. Kim would make his way back to the station he was bombarded by the media asking questions and for any details he would disclose. He would brush them off not letting them have any insight. The fear of failure was at your doorstep. The devil was knocking remind you that the clock was ticking, and he was here to collect you. The defamation wasn’t only some rich kids trying to save themselves, but it was bigger than that.

The plaintiffs wanted a bench trail claiming a jury would be unnecessary and no media exposure within the court. This was privatized from the public as much as possible, except they were at the doors of the courthouse waiting for the result. The amount of media vans and reporters parked outside made it hard for you to squeeze past. You sat along with your team members in the pews on the defendant’s side of the room. Mrs. Miller sat next to you, her ears were already floppy, but you could tell that they lacked any spirit in them. You warmly gripped her tight hand in yours patting it to ease her mind. The other side of the pews was the families of the sons, or at least the members that could make it. Mrs. Miller was a single mother, she has no relatives. Her husband, who was human and her owner, abandoned her once he found out she was pregnant. Humans can be so cruel. The five plaintiffs sat in a row next to their lawyer. Taehyung sat next to David shuffling through some papers, when he noticed the kid fidgeting he placed his hand on the kids knee to stop the shaking. He leaned in and whispered, “David, you mustn’t let them know you’re afraid. They will use it against you. I will do my best. Trust me, okay?” David’s foot stopped thumping, his breathing regulated, and his ears relaxed. Normally in the wild, rabbits are foxes pray, but today he will stand guard.

The doors to the court room opened loudly interrupting the soft murmuring causing most of the audience to turn. The loud commotion from the reporters filled the low hum of the courtroom. You looked over your shoulder to see the police chief and two other officers following him in. He guided his beady eyes over the crowd and they landed on yours. He offered a polite, crooked smile and proceeded to take a seat in the back. Every time he was nearby you could feel it, the ominous air about him crawled into yours suffocating you. You turned back watching the back of Taehyungs head, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of him watching you. You squeezed Mrs. Millers hand in assurance, but your attention was dragged away when the bailiff stepped in front of the judge’s desk, “All rise.”  

The elderly judge walked up to his seat in his black robe and signaled with his hands for everyone to be seated. “Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Calling the case of Students from Saint Ambrose Academy versus David Miller. Are both sides ready?” Mr. Kim and the defense attorney stood, “Ready for the People, your Honor.” Mr. Kim answered, “Ready for the defense, your Honor.” The clerk proceeded to swear the witness and participants. The deputy attorney stood once again, “Your Honor and ladies and gentlemen: the defendant has been charged with defamation and false allegations of harassment and assault. The evidence will show that the interactions between these students never occur and there is no medical backing. The defendant is using my clients for their wealth status and popularity, falsely accusing them of discrimination. The evidence I present will prove to you that the defendant is guilty as charged.” Taehyung was twirling his pen in irritation. Switching over Mr. Kim stood up still twirling his pen, “Your Honor under the law my client is presumed innocent until proven guilty. The evidence I will present to you will show that my client was harassed and assaulted, and the acts were driven by discrimination against my client. You will come to know the truth that David Miller holds truth to all rumors. Therefore, my client is not guilty.” Murmurs from the plaintiff’s half rung through with grunts of disgust and scoffs of disbelief. You turned to scowl at the fowl women who were taking advantage of this family. One woman was grinning like a witch and turned to look back. You looked back where she was looking and noticed she was eyeing the police chief. Alarm bells were going off in your head, your instincts were never wrong! Something was not right. You looked over to Taehyung who looked indifferent, the perfect poker face.

Your side didn’t have much evidence since the school’s CCTV recently was taken down for an update on their system. David’s medical records were wiped away from the hospitals data base. His attending doctor even denied servicing him. Taehyung was really pulling everything out that he had from the details of the little evidence we had. The other hybrid students at the school refused to come and no persuasion could convince them. They worried that they would become just like David. You crossed your fingers on the hand that wasn’t being strangled. Since you signed the contract, Key was forced to edit the video until the point of your entrance. It was the last thing they had, the winning bit. The debate was back and forth with objections, overruling and sustainment. The progress was slow. The judge considering only a few of the exhibits our side presented, dismissing the others as non-admittable. You were growing frustrated; the favor was obvious.

The final argument was Mr. Kim’s last chance at convincing the judge that David was innocent. Mr. Kim called the boy, who was the alleged leader of that group, to the stand. “Please state your name.” The boy scoffed, “Tyler Armas, son of Armas Telecom Services.” Mr. Kim looked over to the team and then to the plaintiff’s side gauging the crowd. You gave him a smile to which he didn’t return. Mrs. Miller hasn’t let go of your hand once. Taehyung looked to the back finally noticing the police chief. It was unusual for a police chief to sit in on a case, but after what he saw the other day he knew something was off. The chief raised a brow, but Mr. Kim turned back to the plaintiff. “Your Honor I will play a video of the victim David Miller being assaulted by the plaintiff’s.” Mr. Kim clicked the clicker of the remote causing the scene to roll. David was on the floor being kicked by the boys and the taunts rung throughout the court room. When the video ended the parents of the children were silent for the first time, but then one woman stood up, “those boys are not our sons!” The judge struck his gavel, “Order in the court!” Mr. Kim turned to Armas and asked, “Ty, is that you in this video?” His defense attorney stood up, “objection, your Honor! That’s a leading question.” The judge hit the gavel again, “proceed Mr. Kim.” Ty answered with a roll of his head, “No, that is not me.” You were about to get up but stopped yourself. Those bastards!

The plaintiff on stand kept denying any questions Mr. Kim asked and receiving objections from the attorney; his fake alibi was even back up by timestamped paperwork. Their teachers claimed they were in class at the time of the assault. Their attorney even pulled the sympathy card that they never had a criminal record and were straight A students. Mr. Kim knew it, he knew it at this point that he was cornered. For the first time in his law career, he was cornered. The law was working for them, the rich. The decision has been set from the beginning. “Thank you. I have no further questions.” He returned to his seat and the defense attorney stood up, “Your Honor these men in the video cannot be stated clearly as my clients. The video is not clear enough and the camera work is shaky. It may even be plausible to say that the video was staged.” Mrs. Miller let go of your hand now and stood up, “That was my son! Those monsters are clearly visible!” You had to pull her back down to sit next to you. The judge again banged his gavel gaining silence. Kibum’s leg was shaking in anticipation, you’ve all realized it. Key folded his head into his hands on his knees and whispered, “they’ve covered all alibis.” You felt eyes on you again, so you turned back to see the police chief smiling to himself almost in a giggle glancing at your team. How could someone find humor in this? Your stomach was curling with nausea. The deputy attorney finished his statements concluding, “Thank you. I have no further questions.”

Everything was presented, all their cards were on the table. They now leave it up to the judge to decipher between the truths and lies. The judge went back to his office to deliberate and was to come back after the break with an answer. The result of the case was in the hands of a single man. All the evidence was laid on the table, Taehyung’s reputation was on the line. He’s never lost a case. It was all or nothing.

The judge comes back of out his office an hour later, and the bailiff announces, “court is back in session.” You were sweating, the deliberation was too fast. The judge pulls his glasses to the bridge of his nose and reads over the paperwork once more. He raises his head and the decision was to be announced the room was silent. “In the Miller vs Ambrose Students, the plaintiffs are charging the defendant, David Miller, with defamation for accusations of discrimination against hybrids and assault. To my deliberation I’ve found the defendant…,” Mrs. Millers hand was squeezing yours tightly, “David Miller guilty of defamation and no discrimination took place. The evidence proved no assault, or any harm took place. The footage was unclear and was not considered. Miller will be fined $20,000 for the damages and asked to write a formal apology for the humiliation and stress placed on these families.”

The cheers from the plaintiff’s side was deafening. The rich mother’s taunts were sung in melodies like sirens. You had to catch Mrs. Miller who was falling over about to pass out, “Mrs. Miller!” Mrs. Lee took over her and lead her out of the courtroom. When the doors opened the clicks of the cameras and shouting of questions roared, “What was the decision!” It was over, but you’re restless. It wasn’t right! Nothing about this case was! You looked over to Taehyung who was stuck frozen. The police chief got out of his seat and quietly left the room with the other officers. Taehyung got up from his seat and bowed deeply to the kid. He stayed in that position for a while and then picked up his brief case and left the court room silently. He brushed by your shoulder knocking against you and did the same to the media. You had to step in and take care of the boy for the next steps. You were unapologetic in handling human comfort. Humans are so good at pretending everything is okay. They’re so good at proclaiming to adversity that they will embrace it all. The hands of those humans are not empty though. They hold a sharpened knife to the back of adversity’s neck ready for a slip up. The shadowed face of adversity will intimidate those who don’t know what is silhouetted. Not until you tilt its chin and look it in the face will you see all its beauty. But they, they choose to look away.

That night it was only us in the office, we all stood around our desk speechless. We’ve failed Mrs. Miller and David, who depended on us. You were ashamed. It was silent, no one had the audacity to say anything. When Mr. Kim returned to the office he locked himself away in his office not bothering to acknowledge us. You wanted to go in there and comfort him, but you couldn’t do that. He wasn’t going to let you in. Mr. Kim slammed his office door open then shut and rushed pass all our desk to the conference table. He went to the white board behind it and pulled the cap off one of the dry erase markers and began writing. Everyone exchanging looks and gathered around the table. You took a seat, and everyone jumped back when he slammed a tapped photograph onto the center of the whiteboard. He finally turned around with a crooked smile, he was up to something. “This! This is our key that we missed! A friend pulled through and we’re going to do an appeal.” Everyone was studying the photograph. It was one of the mothers of the rich kids sitting at a café with the judge! It was the same woman with the witch smile at court today! Your somber expressions turned into the same menacing smile as Taehyung’s. Key was the first to speak, “Bingo.”

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Overgrown Ruins - Sun-Kissed Ruins

I have an outline for a novel I want to write just to say I did ;; 

The setting was hard for me to grasp but @lonelytofu made a really good Inktober prompt list that also works amazingly to help thing about worldbuilding!! I gotta play catch up but hopefully, it’s gonna get me going! 

Also, this is gonna be my first time doing a first-person like journal in 5 years. I’m trying to get world building and fleshing out side-characters all in one go :q

Summary: An ancient evil has returned to the land of the living, and is completely lost. One of its minions goes to biggest city to help find someone to help rebuild, and help put a map together of a world they had left to grow. 

Second part here: LINK

Index here: LINK

I didn’t expect to get a bite on the first day. We didn’t even have any land tilled yet; it just made sense to at least get our presence out there just in case anyone who knew crops hit desperate times.

“You have nothing ready, you’re located in a place I could get my head chopped off for wandering into by accident, and your only form of shelter are ruined buildings.” The first and only candidate stared at me, staying in the shade of the alley while the rest of the townfolk bumped my shoulders in the crowded street.

It felt like if I stepped into the dark, I was going get mugged and no one would care.

Ah the times, they be changing.

“Well, alright,” He shrugged, whistling two sharp notes over his shoulder. “We’re going.”

“Really?” I tried not to gape. “This is great! When can I expect you to be ready?”

“Now.”

Further down the dark alley, small figures crawled out from behind the discarded wooden crates and from under ragged tarps.

“Now as in—“I staggered back at the gaggle of children lining up behind the man who, looking a bit closer at him, was just an exhausted looking teenager. “Alright, we’re going right now! Uhhhh, do you need time to pack your things?”

“Stop stalling.” He shoved me aside, and his little ducklings trampled over my shoes. They were headed right for the exit, none of them looking back.

That was Avent, who took the job immediately without asking my name.

It’s Sorchrys by the way, and this will be my…tourism journal? Travel guide? I meant for this to be notes for Avent to familiarize with his new surroundings but I realized that after being asleep for so long, I was a stranger in own home.  

So, Chrys of tomorrow, I hope that you’re still as unprepared as you were when you met Avy. That queasy feeling is just excitement for a new tomorrow.

Sun-Kissed Ruins

That’s a far cry from “The Mouth of Hell” isn’t it?

“I didn’t expect this place to be so green.” Avy murmured to himself, stepping closer to the green basin.  

It was a deep crater left by a meteor that had struck the land millions of years ago. You can’t blame a rock for unleashing the greatest evil on the land, giving it a home that was hard to invade and worse for invaders when they succeeded.

The crater itself was huge. Neither Avent or I could see the other side. Before I fell asleep, Avent wouldn’t have been able to stand here.

“There are stories about the ruins. That they used to stand on bloody flesh instead of land.” Avy peered over the edge, down the grassy slope to the lake below.

“It was called the Mouth for a reason. That being said, mouths shouldn’t have eyes or smaller mouths inside,” I checked for the children following behind. “Watch your step, it looks grassy but it’s like walking on a cheese grater! There might be some teeth left over.”

Some of the children were barely taller than my knees though they could beat many of the clean faced soldiers patrolling their city in grit and edge. Dressed in patched up work clothes, they gathered around the hidden potholes instead of frolicking in the fields.

Methodically, they dug around and took shiny pebbles, bits of metal, and stray teeth, stowing them away into their pockets to sell later.

“When the first calamity was sealed away, the flesh died,” I continued, careful to slide down the slope to where the remains of the bridge to the fortress had fallen. “Must have smelled awful back then. But that’s the way death is. Starts out horrible, sad, and ugly, until nature turns it into art.”

The Sun-Kissed Ruins were a testament to that. Made of the huge crashed meteor, the fortress had been a collection of huge spires surrounding the great hall that held the entrance leading into the “throat” of the crater. That was where the palace rested and where it still did.

Except, the eyes and pulsating flesh were gone, long eaten by ivy and moss. They in turn were eaten by trees weaving their roots into the stone, the grassy fields that grew on top of the slanted roofs, and the flowers that sprouted where eyes used to see.

Where the greenery couldn’t reach, the rain did. The crater acted like a pool, gathering the rain at the bottom until it submerged half of the fortress.  

Mirroring my movements, Avy picked up the smallest child and carried them down on his back. The bigger kids did the same and my face heated up.

I just went down without asking if they needed help. Ugh, that was rude and I was too embarrassed to ask if they needed my help.

Not that they seemed to need it. Many of them reached the water’s edge before I did.

“It’s getting late so we’ll go see the fields tomorrow morning,” I skidded to a stop at the pebbly beach, avoiding the shade. Spring was giving way to summer, great for me but not so comfortable for warm-blooded children who hadn’t had a sip the entire journey.

“Though, it’s not too late for a swim.” I offered, watching the children gather near the clear water. Little fish darted away from the edge, ducking under the lilypads floating nearby.  

Avy narrowed his eyes at me, sweat beading under his soft seafoam green bangs; a pretty colour I’ve never seen on a human before. In fact, all of the children had varying shades of blue for hair. Not a single blond or brunet was among them.

“How do we know there isn’t anything in the water?” He asked.

I frowned, and furrowed my brow, looking as far down under the water as I could. Failing to see farther than eight floors, I snapped my fingers and sparks flew from my nails. A soft blue light created a film between the circle formed by my thumb and pointer finger. Peering through, I saw a faint red glow.

“Don’t dive.” I said, putting an angry twitch on the corner of Avy’s eye.

He didn’t have time to push me into the water. A dark shadow approaching the shore made one of the kids gasp. Hearing them, the shape sped to the algae-eaten slope.

Bursting from the water was a monster of man, three times my size and Avy’s combined.

It must have been hot for poor Rodain. His long hair and beard were in messy braids, unshorn in the summer heat because Celestra had forbidden him from giving himself an ugly haircut. Evidently, she wasn’t back from her jaunt to the city’s market yet.

Thank the Lord he had kept his pants on.

“Don’t mind him, he’s just curious,” I told Avy when he started reaching for a shank he probably had in one of his patched pockets. “He just hasn’t seen a child. Ever.”

Rodain was waist deep in a spot where the water would be well over any of the kids’ heads. They weren’t scared of him yet; still awestruck by how a person could be thicker than a tree.

Tentatively, he waved his arm, making a small splash at one of the younger children. The water slapped the kids’ knees, wetting their shorts. The cool water made them giggle and they splashed back, giving the giant a good laugh. It was a good sound; easy-going and safe but deep like rumbling earth, reassuring in a way that maybe fathers would be?

I don’t know but the children took to it. By the bunch, they waded into the water and began splashing around like real as Avy clasped his hands in front of himself, all awkward-like.

Overhead, the Master flew by, blocking out the sun for a few seconds like a cloud would.

“I need to step inside for a minute, the…boss might need a towel,” I excused myself and Avy wasn’t happy about letting me out of his sight but he wasn’t going to leave the kids alone with Rodain. I left when the giant had fallen flat into the water to toss up a wave that knocked Avy into the fray.

Still hearing their laughter on my way up the crumbled bridge, I climbed the makeshift rope ladder we had to toss down from the roof. It was actually a shorter trip than when the bridge had been fully functional, dramatic architecture and all that.

In its heyday, the grand hall alone was the size of a King’s castle, leading to the doors behind the throne that would lead down to the real palace.

If anyone asks, I think it’s prettier now. Most of the roof was gone, and the swaying branches of a willow, tickled by sunlight was a cheerier sight than dangling trophies dripping on to the cold stone.

Under the evening’s pink and purple clouds, on an ancient throne, slept my Master. From the day the sun first drew breath, to the night when the stars would come back, he would—should sit proudly on the bed of thorns that was this thriving land.

He didn’t look so big, wrapped in a cape that knight had wrapped around him when she carried him out of his burning prison.  

Hearing my shoe scrape on a patch of untouched stone, his top most red eyes opened and his nose twitched. The cape slipped to his shoulders and the rest of his eyes opened.

“Chrys.” He languidly motioned me to come to his side.

The war was over now; had been over long enough for the willow in the middle of the hall to grow over a thousand rings. I didn’t bow my head or knees, and words flowed as easily as the sun did over his diamond scales, disappearing into a human guise.

“We have some workers willing to live and cut into the land,” I said, approaching the great beast. “They’re so young, they don’t know about a night with stars or moons.”

“I should think so,” He rolled four of his eyes, running his hand through his short white hair. “No one remembers my name, let alone my might,” He pouted, not snarled. I had always thought that if he was mortal, he’d still be larger than life. It didn’t strike me that he had only recently grown out of adolescence. “Lucky them, I’ve decided to grant their kind a boon for a single sharp mind. Perhaps the others will prove surprising as that knight.”

So that was the reason of the day. Wonder what it’s going to be tomorrow.

“Do you want to know something interesting?” I asked.

Though he pretended to be uninterested, his long white tail hadn’t disappeared yet. It eagerly slapped the floor.

“Do you know why they call this place the Sun-Kissed Ruins?”

“The sun rises here,” He twisted his lips, disappointed. “Is that it?”

“Look up.”

He stared at the darkening sky, chasing the last of the sun behind the fortress.

“Wh-What?” Sitting fully to attention, my Master (or Lord? My boss? Boss! I like that), gaped at the alien sky. “Why is it doing that?”

Not a single one of us had noticed that the sun was rising and setting on the same horizon. To be fair, we were preoccupied but it was a glaring mystery.

“Avy looked at me like I was crazy when I asked about that,” I told him, a bit impatient to find out why myself. “And he said ‘you leave the same way you come into a room don’t you?’”  

“That’s…that’s not wrong.” My boss admitted, tail still slapping the floor.

Nothing wrong, though definitely something to look into.

“One step at a time. Till then,” I watched the sky with him. “The sun hasn’t stopped being pretty.”

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Nightmares - Part 2

Part One: here

Pairing: Bill/Girlfriend (I finally named her in this one…)

Warnings: smut, Xanax, rough sex, Daddywise…kind of. Just trust me, ok?

Summary: Her perceptions of Pennywise have changed. Can she help Bill kick the nightmares for good?

Author’s Note: Ok…just give it a chance? It probably doesn’t count as Daddywise. I’m not really into the Daddywise thing, no judgement though, do your thing. This is just a small dabble into what an actor can do with their acting skills.

The nightmares hadn’t stopped. After a few days, I knew that it was going to take something drastic to finally put an end to Bill’s suffering.

I had encouraged the kids to talk to Bill about how they were feeling about filming so far. Each of them assured him that they knew the difference between real and make believe but it wasn’t enough. I was starting to worry that it wasn’t the kids who were getting fucked up from this film; it was Bill.

I had gotten a call about a project I had auditioned for a few months back. The director had originally passed on me but the actress they had cast had to back out and now I needed to fly to LA for a meeting.

“I’ll be back before your wrap, I promise,” I assured him as he peeked out of the shower.

I was sitting in the bathroom, eating a blueberry muffin for breakfast while he got ready for another day of filming.

“I know I’m being a selfish asshole but I can’t help it,” he explained as he pushed open the shower curtain and turned the water off. “I think I’m just scared to be alone at night.”

That statement hit me harder than I had anticipated. I would never describe Bill as fearless, but he wasn’t one to let fear slow him down. This was new though, and seeing him with the true look of dread in his eyes broke my heart.

“Pennywise isn’t real, B.”

He rubbed a towel over his face and hair and groaned. “I know he’s not real.”

“I’m not trying to be pedantic, I just want you to understand that you have the power here. I wish you could see Pennywise how I see him.”

As soon as the words slipped from my mouth, I regretted them. In the past few days, my perception of Pennywise had completely changed and I was mortified to even try to explain this to Bill.

“Why are you blushing?” he asked as he pulled on a pair of faded jeans.

“Ummm…because you were naked?” I didn’t even believe the lie I was telling so I jumped up and hurried back into our bedroom.

“You haven’t blushed for years at seeing me naked,” he laughed and followed me. “I almost miss that actually. You used to be so innocent.”

He had no idea how much had actually changed. Of course, he wouldn’t drop it and my word vomit continued to haunt me for the rest of the day. I spent the day at the apartment getting ready for my audition. Bill spent he day texting me various questions about how I see Pennywise and trying to get me to spill my secret.

He came home shortly after dinner, the remnants of his Pennywise makeup still on his face. It looked like he had only half-assed washed his face and now his hair was hanging over his eyes; the faint red lines coming down his cheeks and meeting at his lips were still slightly visible.

“I fly out at 8 am,” I told him as he dropped his messenger bag by the front door.

“This is about you thinking the Pennywise smile is sexy, isn’t it?” he asked without even taking a second to process what I had said.

My face blushed instantly, giving me away. I don’t know why but over the last few days, I had noticed a certain fascination with the way Bill played the sadistic clown. It wasn’t that I found Pennywise attractive, but Bill’s mannerisms, speech, facial expressions definitely grabbed my attention when he was in character. His erratic behavior, his ability to let loose and do whatever he wanted had my imagination running wild.

“Oh god, I can’t explain this…”I said as I covered my face to keep it from betraying me further.

He laughed and kicked off his shoes. “You don’t have to explain, you naughty little clown fucker.”

Laughter erupted from both of us and I finally looked at him. “It’s not that I want to fuck the clown, it’s more that you’re capable of doing the things that Pennywise does.”

“Eating children?” he smirked as he raised an eyebrow at me. “That turns you on?”

I knew he was kidding but that didn’t stop me from lightly slapping his arm.

“No, it’s the wildness and unpredictability that I’m after,” I explained and then added, “jackass.”

He contemplated that for a second and then picked up his messenger bag.

“So, you don’t want to fuck me while I’m in costume?”

“I didn’t say that!”

I covered my face again and prayed that my word vomit would stop putting me in these situations.

“Em, do you remember last year when I told you I wanted to try some freaky shit in bed?”

I nodded slowly, distinctly remembering the night he asked if he could choke me. The memory of how incredible that night turned out to be flooded my senses and a small smile crept across my lips.

“Let me do that for you,” he said as he slowly sat down next to me. “I was terrified to even talk to you about that stuff but you were so willing to try anything. I am too.”

“I’m just scared to talk about it, I don’t want you to judge me or break up with me,” I said quietly.

He squeezed my thigh and I looked up at him.

“You’re my rock, Em, I’m not going to break up with you.” I bit my lip hard and he touched my cheek gently. “Come here,” he whispered as he pulled me into a gentle kiss.

“Ok, ok…” I surrendered. “I guess I’m just attracted to the personality that you give to Pennywise.”

Bill nodded, as if that was the confirmation that he had been searching for.

“Sadistic? Erratic? Forceful?”

“Yes!” I was a little too eager to respond. “That’s exactly it. It’s the unpredictability, the power, how you can’t escape him.”

He chuckled lightly, “those are some of the reasons that I have nightmares about him.”

“And that’s the reason that I didn’t want to tell you about this. It’s probably going to make things worse for you.”

“It can’t possibly make things any worse than they already are…” he trailed off and shrugged.

I bent down in front of him and rubbed his thighs, “No, B, we can’t come back from this and I want to be absolutely positive that it’s not going to make things worse.”

I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself if his nightmares got worse and it was because of my selfish reasoning but there was a certain spark in his eyes that I knew he was entertaining this idea with a sense of excitement. We’ve been starting to slowly branch out sexually, but never to this extent.

A sincere smile crept across his face, “Let’s do it, I want this too. We should set out some ground rules for this first. Is there anything that’s specifically off limits?”

I thought for a second and nodded, “I can’t deal with the drooling thing. It’s gross.”

He laughed, “Yeah, I don’t exactly enjoy doing that part either. Everything else you’re ok with?”

I nodded, completely ready for this delicious adventure to begin. Bill had another idea though.

“Why don’t I start this unexpectedly?”

I had to hide the gasp of excitement and pretend that it was a cough. I’m almost positive that he saw through that though.

“As long as I can be at the airport on time tomorrow, I’m ready whenever you are, B.”

He nodded and stood up. “I’m going to take a shower and try to get some more of this makeup off of me.”

I watched him carefully as he started to peel off his clothes as he walked towards our bedroom. I followed him, not ready to lose sight of him.

“I guess I’ll finish packing then,” I said as he walked into the bathroom, practically ignoring me.

The shower turned on and I groaned as I started pulling dresses out of the closet. The part that I was auditioning for was a prostitute and I hated the fact that I had to ride on a plane dressed for my audition. I was trying to find something that might be suitable when he stepped out of the shower.

I braced myself for what was about to happen, the anticipation damn near killing me. That was the longest shower in the history of man and I know he did it on purpose. He loved to tease me.

I felt him step up behind me, his body still damp from the shower and he placed his hand on the back of my neck. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. He squeezed my neck gently and I felt his hot breath just under my earlobe. I bit my tongue, needing this to start right away.

Suddenly, he placed a gentle kiss on my neck and I sighed.

“The purple dress, it looks incredible on you,” his voice unchanged from that half-American, half-Swedish accent. “What part is this again?”

He sat down on our bed after pulling on a pair of jogging pants. He was running his hands through his wet hair and smiling at me as if he knew how much he was driving me crazy.

“It’s that movie about the prostitute that is actually a genius. It’s based off a true story. After I get some readings on tape, I’m meeting with the director and the woman that it’s based on.”

I put the purple dress back on the hanger and got it ready for the morning. At this point, I was so annoyed that he hadn’t started this sinister game that I wanted to keep myself busy.

Bill picked the script up from the bed and started paging through it. I knew what was coming next and it definitely wasn’t going to be half-Bill, half-clown fucking.

“Wait, how many sex scenes are in this?”

Nailed it.

“Just two, and don’t even start whining because I have watched you fuck every single attractive girl that you have worked with,” I rolled my eyes and tossed a pair of sandals in my suitcase.

“I didn’t actually sleep with them, it’s just acting.”

“Oh? And you expect this movie to be different? I’m not auditioning for porn, B.”

He set the script down and stood up. I could tell he was annoyed, he hated when I auditioned for anything that could put my body in a compromising position. It was our number one argument because I always had to sit by and watch him in all kinds of sexual situations.

He rubbed his face and looked over at me. “I’m going to go make something to eat.”

I watched as he disappeared out of the bedroom and took all hope of having any type of fun tonight with him.

I flopped down on the bed, annoyed and frustrated. This wasn’t how I wanted our last night together to go. I was going to be away from him for a few days and I was already anxious about him having these nightmares without me around. I had already left him a bottle of Xanax on the nightstand with a note that told him when and how much to take, just in case he needed it. I rolled my eyes at his ability to go from sweet and loving and open to closed off and pissed about my career that had barely even started yet. I was tired of having this fight.

Suddenly, I was pulled from my aggravated inner rant when I heard a loud, maniacal laugh coming from somewhere else in the apartment.

“E-Emily? I hear you want to play!” Pennywise’s voice called out a second later.

I sat up quickly, all thoughts of being annoyed with Bill immediately gone as my entire body flushed red and I had to remind myself to breathe. It took one sentence for me to know that Bill was fully committed to this. He never called me Emily, not since the moment he met me. As soon as I heard Pennywise’s voice say my full name, my legs begin to shake.

“Pennywise wants to play!” he called, “Will Emily play with him?”

I jumped off the bed, unsure of what to even do. Excitement was filling my body and I didn’t know if I should go find him or let him find me. Bill was writing this story; I was just along for the ride.

His laugh echoed through the apartment a second time and I felt my heart beat faster and I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm and not seem too excited.

“Beep beep, Emily! It’s time to p-play!”

I peeked out the bedroom door and saw him standing at the end of the long hallway. His face had a tiny bit of make up; he must have applied it after he left the bedroom. It was just the red lines and faint red lips. I wondered if he used my lipstick for it. He was wearing Pennywise’s obnoxious collar, obviously being prepared for this since leaving set. He knew more about my fantasy than he had let on.

He raised a gloved hand to me and wagged his finger, beckoning me towards him. When I hesitated to move, he charged at me, arms flailing in a perfect Pennywise movement. I screamed involuntarily, embarrassed that he was able to startle me.

His smile spread across his face at my fear and he laughed again, the hunger flashing in his eyes.

“Are you s-scared, Emily?” he whispered at me, his voice jumping pitch quickly.

I shook my head quickly as his hands grabbed my biceps, pulling me against him.

“I’m not scared…” I was telling the truth. I was so completely turned on that I could barely stand in front of him. “I want to play.”

In one fluid motion, he had me pushed back on the bed. My suitcase fell to the floor and he laughed again. Destruction was one of Pennywise’s favorite activities.

“That’s a good girl,” he winked and I smiled at seeing a small flash of Bill in his eyes.

He ran a gloved finger down my neck and chest. He was starting slow and as much as I liked that, I wouldn’t have minded if he ripped my clothes off and just took me right there.

As if reading my mind, he pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it aside. He walked his fingers along my chest, stopping to pinch my nipple roughly. I moaned so loud that he laughed.

“Does Emily like when Pennywise teases her?” he inquired.

I nodded quickly. “But I wouldn’t mind if he moved things along either…”

“My little sewer slut is eager for Pennywise?”

My mouth dropped open slightly and I quickly realized that I wasn’t offended but I liked his new pet name for me. Under any other circumstance, Bill would have never spoken to me like that but I wasn’t dealing with Bill; I was dealing with a homicidal shape-shifting maniac…played by my boyfriend.

“Fuck, yes!” I finally answered once I found my voice again.

He was out of his pants a moment later and I licked my lips in excitement at the sight of my gorgeous boyfriend again.

He picked up my legs by my thighs and dragged my ass to the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees and bit the inside of my thigh.

“Emily is ready for me,” he said as he ran a gloved finger over my slit.

The rough material made me jump but feeling it against such a sensitive part of my body made me want him to do it again. He obeyed my silent request and started rubbing slow circles against my clit.

“Jesus, Bill…” I moaned as my eyes slipped shut.

“Bill isn’t here, E-Emily!” he laughed. “Pennywise gets Emily tonight!”

A second later, his tongue slid up my slit and then pushed slightly inside of me. My hips bucked into his face and suddenly he was eating me out with all of the ferocity that I expected from this crazy clown. I grabbed his hair and fought to keep my legs still. Bill was good at this, but Pennywise was taking this to a whole other level.

I was disappointed when he pulled back but my disappointment was ripped away when he slid inside of me and immediately started pumping in and out of me forcefully at a rapid and unsteady pace.

He wrapped a hand gently around my neck, my eyes shooting open and staring into his. He slowly started to add pressure as he laughed and jerked around in the same ways I had seen him practice for Pennywise. My body ached, a white-hot heat coiled in my stomach and I was disappointed that this could be over soon. I wanted more, I needed more. I craved this dangerous roughness more than I wanted him to know.

A scream erupted from my lips when I came suddenly. I clawed at his back, more than likely leaving marks. I was completely gone, floating away from this earth as a second wave of pleasure ripped through my body. The only thing keeping me tethered to reality was a gloved hand around my neck.

A moment later, I felt his breath on my neck, his teeth ticking my ear lobe.

“You see, Emily, when you’re in bed with me…you’ll float too.”

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sos

this is a little different than usual, hope you like it!

Word Count: 2000+ (oops)

Rating: PG-13

He had never expected it to be a problem, therefore, he’d never made a plan for it. Joe never really considered himself famous. He was no Ryan Gosling or Daniel Radcliffe, it was true. But no matter how many times you had told your boyfriend that more people knew who he was than he thought, he would simply brush it off as flattery.

Usually, his modesty was a trait you loved. It was amazing to have someone who had reached so much success and yet didn’t walk around with a big head on his shoulders. But as time went on, and Joe’s opportunities became bigger and bigger, new faces began to appear in your life together. First it was fans, constantly searching for your all’s apartment. It was an easy enough fix – grab an uber they couldn’t follow, make sure to never film outside the door. Gleam had even hired a security guard for him named Hunter incase anything came up. But recently, the paparazzi had begun to follow, and they were much harder to shake. It started with a few, but it was becoming swarms of them, snapping photos and running after cars. Suddenly, it hadn’t become as easy to ignore anymore. 

Joe still liked to laugh it off, saying they were just in there to get a picture of Zoella’s brother for their next big issue, but the both of you knew deep down that it would be a problem you would soon have to face. But you hadn’t expected to have to face it quite like this.

You could hear them all outside, their voices chattering away. Your hands shook as you tried desperately to lock the bathroom stall behind you. Reaching in your pocket you grabbed your phone and dialed Joe immediately.

 “Hey love, I’m in the middle of filmin’, can I ring you back in a minute?” Joe’s voice was cheery and bright.

“No, you can’t. I need you to come get me. Now.” You tried to keep your voice calm, but it cracked as you fought the break down you knew was coming.

“What’s wrong?” He was immediately on the defense, attentive to every word. As you started explaining, the whole day ran back through your head.

You’d simply popped into town to grab a few things, and you’d found a man following you with a camera. You were rarely the target of the paps, so it struck you as a bit odd, but nothing terrible. Just keep your head down and your hair in front of your face seemed to work alright. But after you’d gone into H&M, there were four men instead of one. The first one yelled your name, and you’d begun to walk faster down the streets, yearning to blend in with the rest of the people on the street. By the time you’d made it to the store you were in now, there were seven of them, all yelling and asking questions about Joe, and the holiday you’d been on recently without him. And that’s how you’d ended up here, hiding in the girl’s toilets, while they waited outside like vultures ready to feast.

“I need to call Hunter, so I’m going to hang up for just a second, okay? I’ll ring right back, I promise. Stay right where you are.” And with that the line went dead.

You tried to control your breathing. You had never liked crowds anyways, and being followed wasn’t a nice feeling for anyone. So you stayed there in the stall, clutching your phone in your hand until it gave a relieving buzz. 

“Alright, Hunter said that it would only make it worse if I came out to get you. He said the paps probably already have a picture of you looking upset – “ his voice was acidic “ – so me coming in would give them the perfect opportunity to twist whatever fucking story they want out of it. He said he’ll be there in five minutes, and that he’s going to bring you right back here. Does that sound okay?” Joe spoke his reassurances quickly down the line. You could tell he didn’t like staying put any more than you liked being trapped in here. 

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you murmured.

“You said you were in the girl’s toilet right?”

“Yeah, I’m still in here.”

“He said he’s gonna bang on the door four times, that way you know it’s him, and you can come out and he’ll take you to the car.” He seemed frantic now. You could almost see him, pacing around your all’s apartment, his hand in his hair, the look of anger on his face.

“Okay,” you whispered. Your throat was thick with the tears you were fighting. It was hard to place a name to your emotion; a mixture of fear, frustration, anger and an unfamiliar vulnerability.

 “Y/N? I love you. I’m so sorry,” was all Joe said.

“I love you too. I’m gonna let you go so I can hear for the knock,” you whispered again, before saying another goodbye and hanging up.

You counted down, hoping and praying for this nightmare to be over.

248 seconds later, you heard a trusty four knocks on the door. You unlocked the stall with shaky hands, taking a deep breath before opening the door.

Sure enough, the paps were there, and their assault of questions and camera flashes began instantaneously. You could barely hear Hunter over the noise.

“Grab onto my jacket, head down, don’t say a word. The car is just outside the doors.”

You clung to the back of his black leather jacket for dear life and began to walk. He was yelling at all of them to get out of the way, to move back or that he would make them move. You counted each step towards the door, each one an achievement in your eyes. Trying to block the questions out was much harder than you’d thought.

“Y/N, is it true you recently went on a holiday without your boyfriend Joe Sugg? Are you having an affair? Who was the boy in all your Instagram pictures? Y/N? Y/N!?”

You shook your head, and then suddenly you were outside. Hunter shifted and pulled you in front of him, shielding you as you got into the back seat of the car. He shut the door behind you before getting into the driver’s seat.

“We need to take a long way so they don’t follow us. I’ll get you home as soon as I can. You did great in there Y/N,” Hunter offered you a smile in the rear view mirror as he pulled out into the street. You faked a smile for him, hiding your shaking hands under your thighs.

It felt like it took you ages to get up the stairs to your flat. Hunter had gone before and checked that no one was there waiting, so you were free to climb up your usual path, but it seemed to be never ending.

You had never been so relieved to see your door in your life. You rummaged for your key, struggling to turn the lock for a moment before finally retching it open and pressing it shut behind you. You locked it back immediately, double checking.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

You couldn’t find your voice, and the tears you had been holding in began to flow. Joe slid around the corner, his eyes wide and frantic when they found you. All you wanted was to run to him, but your feet wouldn’t move. The adrenaline that had kept you moving had plummeted, nailing your feet to the floor. It took him a moment, but he realized you weren’t moving, so he came to you.

He didn’t say anything at first, he just wrapped his arms around your shoulders, letting you bury your face in his chest. You weren’t sure why you were reacting like this – after all, nothing terrible had really happened.

“I’m s-s-sorry,” you whimpered, trying to compose yourself. Joe pushed on your shoulders slightly so that he could look at your face.

“And what on earth do you have to be sorry for?” 

“For reacting like this. It’s not that big of a deal. Celebrities deal with it all the time,” you groaned, the embarrassment of your apparent over reaction flooding through you. You felt Joe’s warm hand under your chin, lifting your face so he could look at you.

“Y/N. Are you actually joking? You were followed by a bunch of men with cameras against your will and the literally trapped you in a bathroom. Any normal minded person would be a bit shook up love. You have every right to be upset. Just because someone, somewhere can handle it doesn’t mean that you should have to.” His face was very serious, and you knew he meant every word. 

You gave him the best smile you could muster before pulling his lips to yours. He held you tightly, protectively almost, like he was never going to let you out of his arms again.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his lips after a few moments. He grinned at you, keeping an arm tight around your waist as he led you from the door to the couch. You sat down, expecting him to come and cuddle you, but he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Wait,” he instructed as he began to sit back up but you held onto his arms, pouting.

“I’ll be right back love,” he chuckled, kissing you one more time before standing up again and heading to your all’s room. You heard him rummaging around, so you kicked your shoes off, grabbing the remote and flipping through channels.

You had just found a Harry Potter marathon when he returned, lugging the duvet from your bed to the couch. He tossed it on the chair before passing you a pair of pj pants and his HTR hoodie. You stripped down and changed quickly, pleased when you found the hoodie still smelled like him, despite how often you wore it.

He climbed in behind you, duvet in tow, letting you cuddle up to him as he covered the both of you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t take you seriously all the times you talked about the paps. We’ll have to take Hunter with us now when we go out,” his voice was soft as he played with your hair.

“I’ll be fine if I’m with you. They were just trying to get a story about my holiday, they’ll leave us alone once they know were still together. They kept asking if I was having an affair,” you rolled your eyes. The magazines really would make a story out of anything. 

“Probably because you had all those boys round,” he teased, pressing a kiss into your hair. It was true, there were a few boys on your trip, whether they were your old friends or your girlfriend’s partners. Joe had wanted to go desperately, but his schedule hadn’t allowed it.

“You know me, the ultimate player. You’re also obviously dating every girl you’ve collabed with in the past two years, and Caspar on the side,” you giggled, cuddling closer to him. He was always so warm, and soon, you felt yourself beginning to drift off, the stress of the day taking its toll.

“Did you finish your video?” You mumbled. 

“Pardon?”

“You were filming when I called. Did you finish it?”

“Being honest, I forgot about it all together. I’ll film something tomorrow,” he smiled at you in reassurance, even though you knew tomorrow was his upload day.

“I’ll help,” you offered with a smile. You were still a bit camera shy, even after dating him for three years, but you were getting better, and he loved when you agreed to film with him. 

“That would be awesome. Now, get some rest love,” he kissed your forehead before pulling you tighter to him. And you felt safe, the fear from earlier nearly forgotten as you drifted to sleep in his arms.

idk how I feel about this lol so some feedback would be A+. love you guys, feel free to send some cool requests too!

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Joe Sugg Smut : Sex Tape

(joe is going on tour soon so y/n gives him something to take with him when he’s feeling lonely….)

You and your boyfriend Joe had just got back from dinner with a load of your friends. Joe was going on tour for Joe and Caspar Hit The Road USA tomorrow so all of yours/his friends wanted to see him before he left. It was nice but you noticed that Joe was super horny tonight so he didn’t enjoy it as much as he normally would.

It started with just putting his hand on your thigh and him flirting with you more than he normally would. But tonight, Joe had been whispering dirty things in your ear all night about what he wanted to do to you. He grabbed your bum countless times and kept staring at your chest as he licked his lips.

Walking into the bedroom you and Joe shared, you suddenly realised that Joe would be away for 2 weeks after tonight. You were going to miss him like crazy, you always do when he goes away. But as you and Joe were both very sexually active people, it made it a whole lot harder for you both.

You had tried phone/skype sex a lot of times and it did the job, but it wasn’t the same.

As you were taking off your jewellery, Joe’s camera that he films his youtube videos with caught your eye.

“Joe?” You called out.

“Yeah?” He replied, his voice coming from downstairs.

“Can you come here a minute please babe.” You shouted back, taking off your shoes.

Within seconds, Joe entered the bedroom. You almost moaned out oud at how good he looked. He was wearing black, ripped skinny jeans and his metallica t shirt. His hair looked perfect, one little strand was hanging down but he looked so attractive.

“What’s up?” He asked, looking at you.

The fact that you were actually going to ask him if he wanted to do this was crazy, you would have never thought you’d do this in your life. But you loved Joe more than anything, it was true that you’d do anything for him.

Walking over to him slowly, you rested your arms on his shoulders, looking at his gorgeous face before slowly pressing your lips against his. Out of instinct, his hands went to your hips.

“What was that for?” Joe smiled as you pulled away.

“I love you.” You told him, pecking his lips again.

“Aw, Y/N, I love you too.” He told you, pulling you in for a hug. He smelt amazing, just like how he always smells.

“I have an idea.” You told him, pulling away from him and sitting down on the bed.

“Go on. “ He replied, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, considering you’re going away tomorrow and we’re really going to miss each other, I thought it’d be a good idea to make something we can have when we miss each other.” You rushed out.

“What do you mean?” He narrowed his eyes, looking at you in confusion.

You didn’t want to say it, so you just nudged towards the camera.

“Like, for when we got horny…” You tried to explain.

“You mean, a sex tape?” Joe asked, his face lighting up.

“Well, yeah, if you don’t want to that’s cool. It was just an idea-” Joe walked over to his camera, hitting record before going over to you and pressing his lips against yours.

“I really don’t deserve you, Y/N.” Joe mumbled against your lips.

You didn’t reply to him, just kissed him desperately. You layed back onto the bed, Joe hovering over you as he kissed you. His tongue entered your mouth as you both fought for dominance.

Moisture began to gather in your underwear as you remembered the camera was on, and this was actually happening. Wanting to move things along, you tugged at Joe’s t shirt.

He got the message instantly as he broke away from the kiss, removing the t shirt. As he did this, you removed your small dress by pulling it up over your head with ease.

Joe pushed you down onto the bed before his lips went to your neck, kissing your exposed skin and leaving marks to represent that you belong to him. His kisses trailed right down your chest as he removed your bra, throwing it to the floor as he flickered his tongue over your left nipple, trailing his kisses down further until he reached your underwear.

Joe grabbed the waist band of your underwear, pulling them down your legs by each side. After he tossed them to the floor, he pushed your legs apart so you were fully exposed to him.

“Fucking hell, Y/N, you’re soaked.” He grinned before using his fingers to run up and down your slit, collecting your juices. You hissed at the contact.

“Joe.” You moaned out, wanting nothing more than him to be inside of you.

“Yes, babe?” He spoke, gently rubbing your clit.

“Please…” You whined, watching him.

“Please what? Tell me what you want.” He grinned.

“I want you to fuck me, Joe, please.” You cried out, getting more and more desperate by the second.

“Beg for it, Y/N, beg for my cock.” Joe smirked, blowing on your core which made you whine.

“Please just fuck me already, Joe. I want your cock so bad! Please, i’m begging, I need you inside of me.”

Joe smiled, satisfied with your begging.

He immediately stepped back off the bed, walking around to his bedside table to retrieve a condom out of the drawer. On his way back over to you, he removed his jeans and boxers, sliding the condom onto himself. Your mouth watered as he pumped himself a few times, just watching him with his huge length in his hand as he pleasured himself made you whine in pleasure.

“Look at you, so desperate for my cock. You’re so dirty.” Joe laughed, hovering back over you.

His face was near yours as he ran his member up and down your core, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist to get closer to him.

Without warning, Joe pushed himself into you as he hissed out in pleasure. You immediately moaned his name at the amazing pleasure of him being inside of you.

“How are you still so tight?” Joe groaned. “I’ve fucked you so many times, yet you’re still so. Fucking. Tight.”

Joe moved his face so that it was pressed into your neck, feeling a lot more closer to you. You moved your hands up to his back, gently gripping your nails into the skin as he thrusted in and out of you.

Joe slammed in and out of you, making the whole bed shake. The pleasure was amazing, Joe always fucked you right. You had been with many guys before Joe, yet hardly any of them could actually get you off. However, Joe got you off every single time. He was so good in bed and you loved it.

Joe breathed heavily against your neck, groaning every time he thrusted into you.

Suddenly, he pulled out of you.

“What the fu-”

“Ride me. Now.” Joe ordered, sitting up so he was leaning against the headboard.

You took no time in going onto Joe’s lap and resting your arms around his neck. Within seconds, you sunk down onto Joe’s hard member as you cried out in pleasure.

Joe helped as he pushed his hips upwards as you bounced up and down. You kissed Joe’s lips as you noticed the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead. His hair had fallen, sticking to the sweaty skin. Your hand went to his forehead, pushing away the hair before kissing him gently.

“Baby…” Joe whined, still pushing up into you.

“Yeah? You breathed out.

“I love you. So fucking much.” He cried out, making your heart ache in your chest.

“Aw, Joe, I love you too.” You told him, pulling his body closer to yours.

He used his arms to hold you tight as he slammed up into you. Both of your moans and groans echoed around the room as you came close to your high.

“I’m close.” You told him.

“Me too.” He replied.

With a few more thrusts, your walls tightened around his length as you reached your high.

“Joe!” You cried out loud as your orgasm washed over you.

Joe wasn’t far behind as you felt him release his load into the condom. He pulled out of you but still held you close.

“I forgot the camera was on.” Joe laughed after holding you for a minute.

“Me too.” You agreed.

You were both exhausted and wanted nothing more than to just lay there together and fall asleep, but you needed to clean up.

Climbing off of Joe, you walked over to the camera and hit the stop button. As you did this, Joe disposed of the used condom.

You went into the files and started watching what you had just filmed. Watching you and Joe together was hotter than you had ever imagined.

You felt Joe come up behind you, pressing a kiss to your neck as he wrapped his arms around your naked body.

“I’m going to have so much fun with that.” Joe laughed and you couldn’t help but agree that you were too.