#there's still some glue on the spine i need to get rid off but in general i'm amazed at how well the plastic wrap came off

[daughterofhecata]

Got this at a library sale a couple days ago and finally got it out of the plastic they always wrap their books in!

This is one of my all-time favourite books. I already bought the English version a few years ago, but this was a library sale in my hometown which means it was this exact book I read some many times when I was younger, and it definitely has a special place in my heart.

Also I just reread the last ~two and a half chapters and I'm already so damn emotional about Alec and Richard and Katherine again.

[anystalker707]

Hair tugging

Pairing: Frank x [nb, afab] Reader Word count: ~ 2 800 Genre: Fluff / Smut / Comfort Summary: (Y/n) accidentally finds out how hair tugging has an effect on Frank. Kind of content: Riding / Oral / Mast*rbation / Hair tugging

Requested by @angie-migel

“Oh, damn,” I sigh, relieved at finally arriving home after spending almost two hours in the supermarket doing the groceries – the mall seemed extra busy today, but I’m not surprised considering it’s the beginning of the month.

Frank is sitting at the kitchen table when I walk in, humming to himself quietly. The notebook resting in front of him gets his full attention, hence it takes a moment for him to actually acknowledge my presence and look up, which only happens after I greet him.

“Hey, Frank, what are you doing?” I raise an eyebrow, placing the bags down on the counter.

“Oh, hi,” he mumbles, glancing down at his notebook. “I– Um, it’s nothing!”

“Nothing?” I hum, eyeing him up and down. He’s got a bit too much attention on it just for it to be nothing or something completely trivial. “C’mon.” I approach him from behind, catching a glimpse of messy writing. “Show me!”

“No!” He pouts and closes the notebook, looking away.

“Aw, honey,” I insist, mostly for teasing Frank rather than seeing what he got there because I won’t see it if he doesn’t want me to. My hand slips into his hair, running my fingers through it lightly before I grab a bit of hair on the back of his head to make him look at me; we were watching a movie in which a guy did that to his partner and Frank was staring at the scene a bit too much. “Why?”

Instead of another whine or complaint, what actually sounds like a moan escapes Frank’s lips, compelling me to pause, but he doesn’t let me question anything. Frank is leaving the kitchen with red cheeks before I can notice.

“Sorry,” he calls, probably going upstairs.

“No, Frankie, it’s okay!” I nod to myself, thinking. “It really is.”

A sigh comes from him and that’s it. Alright, then.

Frank never touches the subject again, so I don’t do it either and the event is easily buried in the back of my mind through the time. Well, at least until we’re urgently getting rid of our clothes to tackle each other to the bed to continue our making out session. He moans into my mouth as I move to get on top of him, my thigh pressing against his cock in the process.

“Mm, (y/n),” he mumbles, looking at me through half lidded eyes, eventually moaning once I start pressing kisses down his neck, making sure to work especially hard on a specific spot as my hands run down his chest – it rises in a gasp with my thumbs grazing across his nipples for a moment. “Fuck, please, let’s fuck already,” he groans, ironically wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

“You barely let me enjoy you,” I whine and bring myself up, bottom lip sticking out.

A bright red tone takes over Frank’s cheeks and his eyes avert away before he’s looking at me with a pout too and furrowing his eyebrows. “Don’t act like you teased me for like forever when pegging me on Monday, okay? I could barely move during it all, in the first place! That was enough enjoying me!”

I can’t help but to chuckle, grinning wide. “You liked it, though!”

“That’s not the point!” He rolls his eyes. “But please?” He smiles, batting his eyelashes as he places his hands on my thighs, rubbing them affectionately.

“Yeah, alright.” I nod because it’s not like I don’t need some relief, too – all the grinding from earlier only shows its results now –, so I peck his lips before getting off him. “Sit against the headboard, let me ride you, hm?”

“Good.” Frank nods and sighs softly, sitting up to drag himself back, adjusting the pillows against the headboard so he can rest against them and taps his thighs invitingly once he’s comfortable enough.

The mattress sinks softly under my knees as I make my way to Frank – he looks up at me with wide eyes, smiling lightly, then I’m locking our lips in yet another kiss. It’s messy, which doesn’t make it any less good. I can’t help but to sigh softly at feeling his hands on my waist, squeezing the skin down to my thighs then coming up again. His grip falters, however, when I’m reaching a hand down to give him a few pumps; he moans softly, growing louder once I position him against my entrance and start to sink down slowly.

I hum quietly against his lips among soft kisses I press to it, breathing shakily at the pleasing, light burning feeling of being stretched around him, now gripping at his shoulders instead.

Silence fills the room for a moment before I can start moving my hips and there it is again, the sound of labored breaths among pleased sounds, now summed up with skin against skin.

My hips move a bit clumsily at first, experimentally, eventually gaining a pace after I find a comfortable angle. Frank lets out a low moan, grip now tight around my hips as he starts pressing kisses to my chest, sometimes looking up at me while running his tongue across the skin and fuck, I can’t handle him.

“Oh, fuck you!” My fingers sink into Frank’s shoulders as I move my hips faster, only pausing to roll them and a gasp immediately escapes my lips with the pleasure sent ringing up my spine, compelling me to repeat the motion one more time and I’m not the only one to moan out now.

Frank wraps his arms around my waist to hold me close, head pressed to my chest. “(Y/n), you feel so good, (y/n),” he babbles softly.

I press a kiss to Frank’s head, a quick one among the heavy breaths escaping my lips. His hair already started to glue to his forehead with sweat, so I pull the strands away from his face in order to see him and he seems in some sort of daze. A smile forms itself on my lips and, running my fingers through his hair, I remember about the last time I was doing this same thing.

Just like I did in the kitchen that day, I take a hold of the hair on the back of his neck, tugging on it to make him look up at me. Frank gasps in the same moment, mouth falling open and eyes wide, but he never says the safeword or pulls me away, only having his moans grow higher pitched, eventually muffled after I press my lips to his. Not only moans, but also fucking whines come from Frank and I can feel him fucking twitch inside me, so I start moving faster, pulling our lips apart but still having our foreheads pressed together in a way I can watch him.

“I-I– (Y/–(Y/n)!” Frank suddenly lets out a loud moan, arching his back, and I can only process what’s happening once I feel him coming, filling me up. Well, that was unexpected. And fast. But it’s not a bad thing, not at all.

I curse under my breath, continuing to move to ride him down from his high, and pull away before driving him into oversensitivity, taking a seat on his thighs.

“Oh, fuck, (y/n)!” Frank mumbles, hesitantly letting go of his embrace around me. “I-I’m so sorry, damn,” he swallows, looking everywhere but at me. “I didn’t– I didn’t mean to–” He furrows his eyebrows, whining softly, but there’s no pleasure in it this time.

“Hey, Frankie, baby, it’s okay! Don’t worry!” I pull him for a hug and press a kiss to his head; he hums, hugging me back and burying his face in the crook of my neck. He inhales deeply a few times until his breath is evening out, but he still clutches onto me tightly. “Tell me, what’s it? Do you like it when I pull your hair?” I ask softly, absentmindedly drawing patterns on his back.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, voice muffled. “I– It just feels so good! And it’s been so long since the last time someone did it to me!”

“Why didn’t you tell me about it before, baby?” I press a soft kiss to his neck. “I could’ve done it before.”

Frank gulps audibly and slowly relaxes a bit into my embrace. “I was afraid you wouldn’t like it,” he says quietly, “and it’s also weird– Why the hell would I feel good just because someone is tugging on my hair, like–” he groans in frustration.

“Of course not, Frankie!” I pull away lightly, just enough to take his face in my hands, though his eyes continue down. “You know I’d never shame you for anything and we can always talk things out.”

“And, fuck, I’m sorry, it was so fast this time!” He furrows his eyebrows, threatening to hide his face again, which I don’t let him do.

“Aw, but it’s alright!” I peck his lips. “I was tugging on your hair and it had been a long time, it’s completely alright and normal.” I brush my nose against his affectionately – he hums with a brief nod, eyes now on my lips, so I give him a few long kisses.

“Thank you,” he breathes.

“You don’t need to thank me, hun.” I smile, caressing his cheek. “It’s just normal. Also, don’t worry about that having been fast or whatever, it’s not like we can’t do it again.” I press our lips together again, this time taking his bottom lip between my teeth to nibble down on it lightly – he sighs and kisses back, humming against my lips as he moves until I’m lying down on my back.

Frank’s lips leave mine, starting to press kisses down my neck then down my torso, sometimes pausing to suck a mark somewhere. I gasp softly when I feel him nibbling down on my hip and finally catch on what he’s going to do once he’s pulling my thighs apart.

“Frank,” I mumble, bringing myself up to my elbows in order to watch him. He looks up at me from under his eyelashes and hair strands – so fucking hot – right as his tongue slips past my folds and I gasp softly at the feeling, soon moaning at feeling his tongue flicking against my clit and I end up just dropping to the bed again.

No time is wasted as Frank holds tightly onto my hips and just starts fucking eating me out and damn it, best feeling ever. I can barely hold myself back from pushing my hips up to meet his lips, which leads to him gripping tighter onto me, but controlling myself really feels like a fucking hard task once he’s sucking onto my clit and bringing a finger to tease my entrance – I clutch tightly onto the sheets, unable to hold back any sound.

“Oh– Hell, Frank, please,” I moan out and bring an arm up, resting my forearm across my face while bringing my free hand to Frank’s hair to pull him closer and buck my hips up in the moment he moans against me, the vibrations echoing directly against my clit.

Cold air replaces Frank uncomfortably for a moment, but it doesn’t take long until he’s there again, tongue now working on tracing my entrance then slipping in whilst his thumb is pressed to my clit – not moving, not doing anything, just feeling it pulsating under his finger and I don’t know whether I hate or love him and don’t want to decide now because there’s a lot going on and I can already feel the familiar pleasure pooling down in my lower stomach dangerously fast.

“Frank, Frankie!” I breathe, grip tightening around his hair. “I’m gonna fucking cum–” I can barely say it before I’m finally coming, gasping as I bring my other hand to also hold onto him while my back arches, almost bringing myself off the mattress a little bit, but it’s so fucking good and feels like it lasts forever. It doesn’t though, as feeling Frank’s rough tongue against my swollen clit quickly starts making my legs twitch with each motion. I exhale heavily as I let go of him and can’t help but to grin lightly at his proud face once he pulls himself up. “That was so good,” I mumble, reaching for him.

“I’m glad!” He smiles wide and stupidly, lips and chin all wet, and moves closer to hug me and rest his head on my chest.

I hug Frank tightly before I exchange our positions and press soft kisses all over his face, easily having him melting under me, sighing softly as I run my hands up and down his sides, and let a hand slip between his legs to take a hold of his half hard cock. He hums softly as I give it a few pumps, feeling it harden at the same time he moans, but groans in protest once I pull away.

“Sit up for me, hm?” I give the inside of his thigh a light slap.

Frank sighs softly as he sits up and I pull him to sit between my legs with his back pressed to my chest. He looks back at me questioningly, but relaxes slowly against me, leaning his head to the side with the few kisses I press to his neck.

“Now,” I mutter into his ear, “why don’t you touch yourself for me to watch, hm? Just like you do when I’m not home and you’re fucking needy.” I nuzzle the back of his neck and he whines quietly, without any discomfort this time. I take his hand and spit on it – Frank looks at it with wide eyes for a solid minute, only bringing his hand down to himself after I nudge him lightly.

Frank wraps his hand around his cock with a muffled moan, moving his hand up and down in slow movements, still tense. I press soft kisses to his neck, letting my hands rest on his waist before trailing them up his torso and I can notice him tensing up when I reach his chest, pressing him closer to me and nibbling down on a spot below his ear.

“Is it how you do it, love?” My lips linger against the shell of his ear and the position is such a damn blessing because I can feel every movement of his, whenever a breath hitches or he tenses up due to stroking a specific spot on his cock. “Sometimes I imagine you sitting on the couch, not even bothering to head somewhere else since you got so fucking needy, but I won’t be home for a long time. Do you hump the couch? Wishing maybe I was there to help you?”

A moan slips past Frank’s lips, small and pathetic, as his hand picks up a faster pace and he brings his free hand to suck on his fingers, muffling the moans momentarily.

“Or you probably imagine I’m the one touching you instead, of course,” I hum, pressing kisses down his shoulder and tugging his head back by a handful of hair. “Jerking you off and stretching you pretty good, right? Do you call my name when you do it?” I ask quietly, making sure he’s listening to all of it even with all the loud moans coming from him despite the clear attempts to muffle them, even more after he’s slipping a finger inside himself. “In that desperate, whiny voice.”

Frank whines again, louder and higher pitched this time and I look down to see him sinking his thumb down into his slit then tracing the head before pumping his hand again, heavily, having the wet sounds fill the room under the moaning that grows louder with a second finger.

“Do your fingers feel as good as mine?” I mouth along his jaw, running a hand across his chest then bring it down, having my thumb run across his nipple, which is already perked up. “I don’t think so. Only I can do it properly, right, hun? Only I know where and how to touch and that’s why sometimes you want me to just finger you so bad and you get so hopeless with it.”

A loud moan cuts through the thick atmosphere of the room and Frank’s fucking coming, arching his back against me and pushing his hips into his own touch.

“O-Oh fuck,” Frank breathes, eyes pressed shut and hand still working on himself then he’s relaxing against me, breathing shallowy, legs twitching. “Wow,” he swallows, looking at the nothing for a long moment before he’s blinking and his eyes meet mine – I smile at him and lock our lips in a kiss, sweetly.

“How was that?” I ask, running my fingers through his hair whilst holding him close.

“Awesome!” He raises his eyebrows lightly, sighing – I chuckle softly and press a kiss to his cheek. “Also, what I was doing in the kitchen the other day– I was writing a song about you!” he says shyly.

“Aw, true?” I hug him tightly. “Oh my, I’m so lucky!” I grin as he giggles, managing to hug me back.

[colossal-fallout]

Ad Victoriam

Finally got off my ass and started the fic I've been wanting to do for weeks. Maybe months? I'll be doing it chapter by chapter and eventually putting it up on Ao3.

I've made it GN as I want sole to be as relatable to you or your OC as possible.

Chapter I - warnings: None.

Chapter I

Arrival of the mechanical birds

The tangerine sunset always looked gorgeous from the Castle; the sparkling glimmers skipping over the restless sea, making it appear crisp and clean – disguising the usual sickly green hue of the salted waves. But the Minutemen weren’t able to take a moment to take in the beautiful daily view they were blessed with. The usual peaceful bliss they felt in their fortress this time of day was today filled with unease, anxiety and even a little fear among the less informed.

“General. Here they come.” Preston’s familiar voice muttered from close behind his leader.

The familiar tone that seemed a lot more welcome than usual. Preston had always been a great guide to Y/N, and more-so a great friend. And as their heart fluttered at the sight of the vertibirds in the distance, heading towards the ancient garrison, his voice helped hold the glue of their stoic expression as their men and women gathered outside of the main gate to greet the guests for the evening. Preston Garvey was their pillar of strength. Always there when they needed an extra pair of shoulders to unload some weight upon. And of course, the favour was always returned.

A chilled breeze whipped around the small gathering, all eyes up towards the old Boston airport across the shimmering sea – the giant, metal, killing machines looking a lot smaller than they were in reality as they made their journey.

Five. They think to themselves, arms behind their back. They would never allow themselves to show fear in front of their soldiers. Five of them. Why would he need five?

Their trust in Elder Maxson had recently begun to dwindle, due to a few reasons. Reasons they'd went over in the confines of their room over and over again. Planning every move for as many scenarios they could possibly think of. If this were a trap – they would be ready.

A whiff of cigarette smoke filled their nostrils, the disgust of the scent still not faltering their spine of steel stance as the ebony sheen of the metal birds grew bigger by the second.

“So, what’s the deal with this guy?” Hancock asks as he inhales his hit of nicotine, gold plated flip-lighter being tucked back into his crimson pocket with an equally coral colored hand. “How much time have you spent with him? What’s his vibe?”

“I’ve spent a decent amount with him.” They reply, eyes blinking but not moving from the airport. “I’ve worked under him for a while now. He trusts me.”

“But, do you trust him?” He gestures with his hand, pointing the smouldering end of his white stick towards the incoming cavalry. “Because I don’t think many here do.” His voice was lowered so only they and Preston could hear him. Hancock is smart. He read the situation pretty well.

“We’ll see.” Their tone is soft, quiet. Their mind ticking.

Preston glances between his General and the Ghoul. “Whatever the case, it’s too late to be speculating that now. I’m sure the General has thought of every possible outcome. After all, they didn’t bring us this far by throwing caution to the wind.”

Their perfect lips part slightly in a small laugh. “That’s exactly how I got us here.”

“Okay... bad example.” He shrugs, head dipping to the right as if shaking off unwanted information. “But... whatever you did, it’s working. So, I trust your judgment.”

“I don’t.” A third voice chimes in quietly, a lilt of light-heartedness in the tone. “They once dragged me to a museum saying it would be fun. ...Tha---t place had a Deathclaw nesting inside.”

MacCready held out his hand to Hancock without even setting eyes upon him. “But, they did get us out alive, I'll give them that.”

Hancock’s beady black eyes roll as he sinks his hand into the inside of his coat, pulling out his box of cigarettes'. “You know, a ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ one of these days would be appreciated.”

“Well, I didn’t ask to be dragged to some old witchcraft creep-fest. So why would I say please and thanks?”

Hancock let’s out a gruff sigh of exasperation as he tucks his cardboard back inside. “Know what? No. No cigarette for you.”

MacCready’s broken nose crinkles. “What? Aw, c’mon! Was it something I said?”

The vertibirds were audible now; the droning hums that once filled the General with pride as they fought alongside their brothers and sisters, now transmuting into a strange dread.

“What the hell does he want?” Mac isn’t as good at hiding his unease as the rest of them, getting visibly agitated. “You know, I could take him out from the wall.”

“And have twelve to fifteen angry men in power Armour charge at us? Use your damn brain.” Preston scolds.

“I’m still a Paladin.” Y/N reminds them. “He’s still my Elder.”

“But, you’re a minuteman first, right?” Preston asks, large brown eyes pouring with his usual adorable innocence.

He’s answered with a single nod as the ground begins to vibrate; the five choppers now close enough to push Hancock to slap his hand over his hat to prevent it flying away; the strong gust of wind blowing the end of his cig off from the rest of the stick.

The landing gear deploys, a mechanical groan emitting from the machines as the engines switch off, all five of them landing in a small semi-circle around the group of gawping minutemen and their leaders.

The ground shakes as large and loud booms emit from the BoS soldiers leaping onto the soil in their robot-like suits; their faceless helmets instantly snapping to look at the group they’ve been ordered to greet.

“Paladin.” One nods to Y/N through his speaker.

They weren't sure who it was but it didn’t matter. From his armour, they knew his rank.

“Knight.” Was their reply with a curt nod as the Elder himself dismounts his personal ride; all eyes instantly gluing themselves to his stiff and proud form.

A Paladin followed – unknown identity thanks to his power armour.

“Ah Paladin.” Maxson’s authoritive voice greets as he makes his way up to the awestruck group – his eyes not once leaving Y/N's form. “I’m glad you agreed to this meeting. From what I hear, you’ve been making positive waves across the Commonwealth. I wanted to see what my underling was doing for myself. And even offer our assistance at ridding the filth that infests us.”

Underling. A power move already? They think as they remain stone-faced, falling into the salute of the Brotherhood.  “Elder. It’s an honour to have you at the Castle.”

Preston frowns at their words – gloved hands gripping his laser rifle a little tighter than intended.

“Like wise.” He returns the salute, his eyes looking... well, they couldn’t quite place their finger on it. It was a look they'd never seen from him before, yet still seemed like a familiar expression. At least from his tone, he seemed pleased. “My men here will remain outside. Only Paladin Danse will be accompanying me. I don’t want to... impose.”

“Danse?” Y/N blinks at the Paladin behind Maxson.

“L/N.” He replies with a nod.

“Ah yes. I thought it would be fitting to bring your sponsor along with us. You seem to work great together on the field.” Maxson smirks – y/n knew that was his usual smile. You’d never catch the Elder in a full-blown beam of happiness.

Y/N felt a lot better for a moment that Danse was with them. Then it came crashing down when they realised that man would run into hell for his Elder. Support from him if things went wrong probably wasn't on the cards.

“Okay, well then... shall we?” Y/N gestures towards the Castle that was now quickly falling into the shadow of twilight.

Maxon nods before turning to his small army. “Remember, we are guests here. On your best behaviour soldiers.”

A unison, robotic chant of “Yes sir!” chimed through the air before Maxson turned back to follow the General.

“It seems we have a lot to talk about.” He comments as they begin their stride.

Something in the way he said that fuelled the sense of dread that brewed deep within Y/N's stomach. Their instincts were usually right – and they were screaming that something wasn’t entirely how it seemed to be.

[kenmasangel]

you get shot infront of tsukishima

synopsis : you and tsukishima work as police officers and it is known that this field isn’t safe from dangers, in fact it’s one of the riskiest jobs out there. so what you tsukushim’as reaction to see his s/o getting shot right infront of his eyes?

characters : police-officer!tsukishima;  f!reader

genre : angst, fluff

warnings : injuries/blood, cursing, grammar mistakes

masterlist

request : i have one AU in where y\n is a spy or work for police or something like that in which she get's shot or something like that and how the haikyuu boys react to it or more specific tsukishima or any other will be ok if you do it

“straighten your arm, so you are sure to have a good aim,” tsukishima explains, holding your hands so he can guide you correctly.

the sound of the bullet being shot echoed in the practice room, lending on your target perfectly, “see? this is what i’m talking about,” he adds his warm breath carresing your neck. it would’ve sent shivers down your spine but you were taught to keep your composure, to have this poker face and to numb down any type of emotions; after all this was your work and you knew what you signed up for when you decided to join the police. “okay now that i got it let me do it alone,” you straightened your position and he got away from you

3 other shots, 3 other perfect lendings earning a smirk from the both of you. you turn around getting rid of the soundproof headphones, “don’t say anything,” he says before heading out of the practice room

“what? say what?” you hide your smile, now walking next to him

“you know what i mean y/n, i am not gonna tell you did a good job,” he rolls his eyes

“oh honey, i don’t need you to tell me, i know i did a good job,” he scoffs at your reply

you and tsukishima kei have been working together in the police for 9 years now

he was here before you and he didn’t miss a chance to tease trainee you every time he could

at the time you were focused and had one objective : integrate the police forces

and him butting in your buisiness everytime he could didn’t help and you weren’t afraid to twist his arm and threaten him to break his balls when no one was looking

as you finally got into the police, making yourself a name among all those cocky officers, fake peace guardians and mysoginist dickheads whose ego would get hurt easily by seeing a woman outshining them

tsk, poor things

one thing was sure is that you could always rely on tsukishima

and despite all the bickering, arguments and teasing, you couldn’t help but fall for the man who represented your pillar

of course you could count on yourself more than anyone, but kei was that breeze of fresh air that you inhaled pleasently after getting out of a suffocating room

needless to say he had also fallen for you, fallen really hard

he was known for being the brain of the team, very rare were the people who could go past his cold, inaccessible shield

to say it in another way, almost no one passed his vibe check

by now you guys were living together, everyone knew that you were a thing after you dramatically announced it once the contract’s interdiction to date was over

“omfg y’all, i made it! 4 years in the forces wohoo!” you held your glass in the air making your teammates scream back in entusiasm.

your teammates told you -lowkey forced you- to go celebrate this new chapter of your life in the police forces, it was the end of an era after all; an era that prevented you from many things because of that goddamn contract. you had alos gotten a promotion, everything was doing just great for you.

what no one knew was that you were dating tsukishima for quite a long while actually, you weren’t planning on telling everyone so soon but the events that happened that night lowkey forced you to do so.

“thanks everyone for celebrating with me tonight the beginning of a new era for me! let’s enjoy the night!” you weren’t one for emotional speeches.

everyone was drunk by then but tsukishima, of course, (mr. i am a mature man who doesn’t drink). he was watching over you, laughing at himself when he saw you fighting with your collegue about who would win a spicy ramen competition between, “i don’t care that you’re built like a whale or a blob fish, it doesn’t even matter! i would win that eating competition, i’m tiny but mighty narita-san! let’s wrestle so i can show you,”

“she really called him a blob fish,” he comments amazed at how incoherent what you said sounded. “need someone to share your thoughts with?” a feminine voice made an apparition next to him

“no,” he didn’t even bother looking at the woman next to him

“oh c’mon handsome, playing hard to get?” she gets closer to him. “just take a look at me and you’ll change your mind,” she whispered

“ew you stink, get away from me,” he pushed her off him

“you’re gonna make me sad,” she tried to get closer to him again

“and i am gonna make you feel pain, get the fuck away from him,” you appeared in front of  them, pretty pissed

she looked at you up and down, scoffed “are you his mom? leave us alone, we’re having a great time,” she tried to put her hand on his thigh but he pushed it away “most definetely not,” he answers

“i am his girlfriend, so back tf off don’t make me repeat myself,” you added getting closer to them. “you really don’t wanna mess with me,”

“is she really your girlfriend?” the glue chick insisted

before he could answer you  grabbed his arm and dramtaically pressed your lips against his making all your collegues and the people around you in that club gasp.

i mean the people who don’t know you started cheering and your collegues gasped, that glue of a girl included.tsukishima couldn’t help but smirk against your lips as he wrapped his long fingers holding the back of your neck pulling you closer, it lasted until you didn’t have any more oxygen in your lungs.

he grabbed your hand and led the both of you out of the club, “but baaaabe i till get to wrestle with blob fish-kun,” you pouted

the day after was supposed to be a weekend but you’ve been called for idk what reason

needless to say everyone was off, some remembered few snippets, some thought it was their imagination

anyway, everyone knew but no one really talked it out you know ? some type of unspoken rule or whatever but no one minded

anyway back to the present moment

you’ve been tracking for months a drug network or whatever the heck it is called

after months of intense tracking, following clues, interviewing suspects, sleepless nights and living of caffeine here you were going to finally stop the mfs

and tonight was the night

all your team was ready to catch them it was a matter of hours only

“areyou ready for tonight?” asked you tsukki handing you your coffee

“of course i am, especially after practicing my aim,” he smirks. “thanks by the way,” you add, head still down readeing your reports

“hey... hey yn,” he tris to catch his attention but you just hmm in response. “tsk, dumbass,” he flicks your forehead

“ow, what ? i am busy!” you retort. “yn i know you; you’re not busy you’re stressed, everything is gonna be fine okay? you’ve got this, we’ve got this,” he held your hand

kei was not big on affacetion, he never really showed it especially in public he was more of a sarcatic remarks and teasing type of boyfriend but it never stopped him from showing affection when it was needed, like this moment. it was also not your type to show affection or feelings as you learned how to control them; it was much needed in your job. yet it didn’t bother you when each of you got out of your way to be comfort each other

you smiled at him and peckd his lips quickely before anyone could see, “you know i love you right,” you smiled at him

“well, i’d love me too. i mean who wouldn’t after all,” you roll his eyes at his smugness

“excuse me sir, but i don’t mix up between my personal and pro life. would you please stay 6 feet away from me,” you nag at him

“so petty and for what?” you stuck your tongue as an answeryou continued checking all the reports and files before you went on the spot, everyone was getting ready by now and you were alone in the office when you received a very much unexpected call

“hel-,”

“hello? please come help me i’m in depot 5, building 3, neighborhood koenji, in front of the subway station please hurry before they find me,” the call ended brutally

you place that person mentionned was familiar to you, of course it was where you were going to catch the heads of that network of drug trafficking. you quickely went with the procedure to report the call and the emergency to the central

“yuki please be quick we can’t let them go, i am going now tell the others to join me there and send more men,” you blurt quickely before taking your protection and gun and leaving

once you arrived there you parked the car where no one could see it

wearing your protection and your gun tightly held in your hands, you looked for a discrete entery where you could sneak inyou finally ended up getting in from the back stairs leading to the 3rd floor before taking the stairs to go to the depot basement

you tried your best not to make any noise, and when you heard some noise you quickely hid behind a broken furnitureyou mentally asked yourself if you team was going to be there soonyou heard the voice of many men, plastic and metal sounds, anyway; sounds you’d hear in a depot filled with drug dealers, ya know the drill

at some point you heard the sounds vanish and going awayyou waited a few minutes before you thought it was a good idea to come out your hiding spot

as you walked closer to their previous spot you stumbled into a metalic box that was on the floor, “who’s there?” you quickely hid behind a pillar

“i said who the fuck is there ?” the man shot in the air but you didn’t budge

“it’s rats, Mo’, let’s go,” another man added

great, just great yn you mentally scolded yourself

you decided to go wait for your collegues in the third floor since they would get there soon

as you saw the police car parking next to yours you hurried quietly to join them

“y/n you sick fuck they could’ve caught you,” tsukki hurries out of the car to see you

“shush! i couldn’t let them go, i wanted to make sure they didn’t leave,” you explained. “so they are there, all the heads are there. i couldn’t find the person who called thoough, and of course there are many bodyguards; 4 in the main entry, 2 in the back, i also heard there are some on the roof.” you explain when the others came in. “i got there through these strairs leading to the 3rd floor,” you add, everyone nodding

“okay so here’s how it’s gonna go,” starts daichi; since he is the captain of your team. he proceeds to explain how things are gonna go, the way you’re going to catch them ...ect

you, kei, and two others were teamed up together

the plan was going perfectly fine, everything was in order and it was bound to succeed

heads were being captured one by one, everyone getting neutralized

but nothing can go 100% fine, right ?

the four of you were going up to the roof so you can capture the guards there and finish the mission

you slightly opened the door and entered the opened space, before you could comprehend what was happening you a felt a horrible pain in your leg and a compilation of balls being shot in the air

“YN! yn, stay with me, don’t you dare close your eyes,” kei hurries to you after him and the two others had shot the guards and called back up

you felt him wrap his jacket around your thigh tightly, “yn baby please, everything is gonna be fine you-,” he gasps after he felt his hand getting wet after he took your head, his eyes widden seeing how bloody his hand was and as he realized you hurt your head when you fell due to the shock

“kei,” a feint smile appeared on your face before you succumbed to your succumbed and let your heavy eyes take a rest

“YN? YN? no, no, no, no, are they fucking coming?” he asked your teammates who nodded. “baby stay with me,” he squeezed you tighter before scooping you up and deciding it was better to take you down himself and not wait for the emergencies to come since he thought they were taking too long

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you woke up with a horrible headache and how your muscles felt so sore, only the febril rays of the moonlight getting through the window illuminated the room. the annoying beeping of the machine next to you increased the pounding in your head

a nurse quickly came in, “hello there, how are you feeling?” you looked at her confused, finding a difficulty in letting the words slip from your dry throat, the only thing you managed to say was ‘pain’. “it’s normal,” she proceeded to ask you a bunch of questions, checking that machine and do her work

after she left you tried to remember what happened but the last thing you could remember was when you opened the door of the rooftop, hearing bullets getting shot and that’s it

“at least i’m not dead,” you sighed, going back to sleep

you woke up due to yelling in the hallway

“i told you to call me as soon as she woke up! you had one job!” you recognized your boyfriend’s voice

“sir, sir!” the nurse called him out but he opened your door and his expression softened as he saw you awake, softly smiling at him and rolling your eyes

he hurried to you, taking your hands in his softly, “i really want to hug you, but i don’t want to hurt you,” he started. he let out a shaky sigh, “ i was so scared, i didn’t want to believe i had lost you,” he burried his face in your chest, you noticed his shoulders started shaking slightly

“hey it’s fine baby, i’m here, you can’t get rid of me easily,” you started playing with his hair. “we’re gonna be old and bitter and people are gonna say how i aged like fine one and how your wrinkles are covering your grumpy face,” you chuckled

he lifted his head to look at you, “what?” you ask, your voice in a whisper

“i love you,” he said, you smiled soflty and carressed his cheek.

“i really want to kiss you but my breath stinks,” you chuckle, he rolls his eyes. “how long has it been? you ask

“week and a half, it felt like forever,” he pressed his forehead against yours, cupping your cheek

“i’m back now, right?” you smiled. “come, ow,” you tried to make somle place for him

“omg careful dumbass,” he leaned next to you and held your hand

“how are the others?” you ask, looking at your interwined fingers

“everything is alright, we got all of them we’re done with this case,” he tried to end the topic. “i’m glad,” you voiced your thoughts

“i’m glad you’re alive,” he added. “i don’t want to be away from you, i want to spend the rest of my life with you,” surprised, you looked at him with wide eyes. “love, life is short especially with our job and i don’t want to take the risk to spend one more day without you being my wife. i want to bicker with you over the dumbest things, see you tease me back when i tease you, wake up everyday next to you and your horrible bedhead, enjoy our food together and i can keep on listing what i want to live with all day long. i know this is not the best proposal ever but i’ll make it up to you,” he balbbered all of a sudden, you just kept staring at him this whole time, tears blurring your vision but you blinked them away, the situation itself was already way too emotional for you

“so, y/l/n y/n, do you want to become old, bitter and grumpy with me?” his eyes were full of hope

“i wish i could hug you right now,” you started. “but yes, i want to!”

he cupped your cheek and kissed you deeply, he still tried not to hurt you

“but you are the one with the horrible bedhead,” you pulled away

“right, you’re the one with the stinky breath,” he teased you

“hey, are you crying? i should be the one crying,” you noticed his glossy eyes

“what are you talking about, it’s allergies, tsk,” he flicked your forehead, you winced in pain and hid your face, over exaggerating, making him worried. “didi hurt you? omg baby i’m so sorry love, i didn’t mean into, should i call the doctor?”

you finally showed your face and stuck your tongue out, “dumbass,” he smiled.

he cupped your face and pulled you into another kiss

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜: 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, promoting, encouraging, justifying nor romanticizing yandere behavior or lifestyle. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warnings: Mentions of toxic relationships, yandere behavior, bullying, harassment, blackmail, sexual scenes, abusive relationship, manipulation, verbal abuse, abortion, attempted murder.

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𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧:

𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎: 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚘𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐

𝙳.𝙾.𝙱: 𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟼𝚝𝚑, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟿

𝙷𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 𝟷𝟽𝟹 𝙲𝙼/ 𝟻'𝟾 𝙵𝚝.

𝙰𝚐𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: ■■■■■100%

𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: ■■■■□90%

𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢: ■■■■□80%

𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙻𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕: 𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚃𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚛

𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚜:

𝙰𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜/𝚘.

𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 .

𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜.

𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚢.

𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗.

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You had known him for the longest time, probably since you were both learning the alphabet.

Even back then he was a troublesome boy.

Loved to dip your hair in paint, pour glue inside your backpack.

Or always pushed you off the swings cause he wanted to play in it.

This didn't really faze you back then.

Most of the boys that age played such tricks on almost all the girls.

They all had a specific target and you were Wooyoung's.

You remember telling this one day to your mom, who simply chuckled.

"Honey, boys tend to tease the girls they have a crush on."

You remember looking at her with confusion.

How could they treat someone they like with such utter disrespect and rudeness?

"Because they don't know how to express their feelings."

Like an idiot you believed that, and being the naive little girl you were, you kinda started developing a crush on him.

You remember the first time you talked back to him, it's engraved in your head because it was the first time of many to come where his words, and actions, hurt you.

"Just admit you like me Wooyoung! You only tease me cause you're in love with me."

You remember the rage and disgust in his eyes as he shoved you to the ground, making you scrape your knee on the pavement.

"Get this through that dumb brain of yours Y/N....

No one will ever love a dirty little rat like you."

You came home crying that day. Hurt physically and emotionally at his words.

And the years to come weren't better, as you grew up, Wooyoung's bullying towards you escalated.

You hoped that after you graduated high school and started going to university, you'd be free from him, never see him again.

You could finally be happy for once in your life. Focus on your goals and career.

Everything was going great for you!.......

Until you walked into class and found out not only had Wooyoung been accepted to the same university...

He was majoring in the same field as you!

"Hey dirty little rat. Missed me?"

His cocky smile sent shivers down your spine, you were already fearing what he had in store for you.

If you thought high school was hell, it was nowhere near as awful as the torment Wooyoung was now putting on you.

Tripping you down the stairs to the point you had severe injuries.

Writing nasty and derogatory names on your desk that now wouldn't come off and you'd be forced to look at every time you went to class.

One time he went as far as stealing your assignments, ultimately leading to failing an entire semester.

You were so heartbroken and just done with his shit. You felt no more motivation to even continue studying.

Until a cute boy named Yeonjun transferred and took an interest in you.

He was super nice, friendly and not to mention good looking and hella tall.

It was more than obvious too that he wanted establish a relationship with you, anyone and everyone could see that.

Especially Wooyoung and he did not look the way someone else was making you happy.

So he devised a plan, not caring how messed up it was.

He made sure someone convinced you to go to a party he'd be at.

You found it odd that he was suddenly acting super nice to you, not even calling you those mild nicknames he called you in front of others.

And it shocked you even more when he suddenly apologized to you for everything he'd done to you, even offering to talk to your professor about your assignment.

His eyes seemed so sincere, you actually believed him.

Perhaps he finally decided to change, realized his behavior was unnecessary and immature and of course, like an idiot you accepted his apology.

You got wasted for the first time in your life that night and could not remember anything at all.

Until Wooyoung was 'kind' enough to brief you in on what happened.

He pulled out his phone and made you watch a video he had filmed of you two that night.

Your stomach hurled over as you realized it was a fucking sex tape, you and Wooyoung had actually fucked that night.

"What! No no! This couldn't have happened! There's no way!" You refused to believe it.

Wooyoung just smirked at you.

"Oh but it did happen kitten. You were so eager too as the video displays, you kept asking me to go harder, begging me for another round and wanting my cum all over you..."

"I wonder what would the whole school say if I posted it online....especially Yeonjun."

Now you realized what his game was. He was never sorry. It was just another form of him to torture you, and this tipped the scale.

You were so shaken up, you got down on your knees and begged him not to show anyone the video.

"Please Wooyoung! I'll do anything! Anything!"

"Anything?......really? How about becoming mine then?"

And now you were forever tied to your worst nightmare.

Wooyoung especially enjoyed seeing Yeonjun's disappointed and heartbroken look when he announced that you two were now dating.

Now he couldn't even look at you anymore, feeling somewhat betrayed by your actions.

You wanted to tell him you were sorry and explain to him what was going on, but Wooyoung had eyes on you 24/7.

He even made you move in with him and now even your free time had to be spent with him.

You hated living with him.

He not only made sure to verbally abuse you, but actually seemed to have fun causing tiny accidents to happen around you.

His favorite was when he'd peer over your shoulder as you tried to study.

He scoffed. "Why even bother if all you'll ever be good at is spreading your legs?"

Those were his favorite insults: "whore" "slut" "bitch".

One time you were just so fed up with him, that you ended up snapping back.

"Shut the fuck up Wooyoung! You're such an insufferable piece of shit, no wonder your mom left you and your dad back in middle school."

As soon as the words came out, you wanted to swallow them back in.

Wooyoung was livid at your words.

He not only yanked you up by your hair, but he actually threw you to the floor and started kicking you harshly.

He didn't kick you for too long though, he did not want to risk anyone questioning when he told them you fell down the stairs.

And especially not take you to the hospital.

You had no choice but to stay home as you tried to recuperate.

You remember one of those days, you came home from a quick trip to the convenience store and found some girl blowing Wooyoung on the couch.

You weren't fazed. He often brought girls home and fucked them right in front of you.

You just sighed and decided to ignore the shit eating grin he'd give you whenever you caught him.

You decided long ago it wasn't worth it.

You two weren't even dating cause you wanted to.

He just loved controlling you, having power over you, holding something over your head.

He had this obsessive need to make you miserable.

And you hated that you had no choice but to allow it.

Even when there were things you didn't want to do, you had to or he'd once again blackmail you.

The one time you adamantly refused to was when you found out you were pregnant.

Wooyoung was just as shocked as you.

"And you're telling me I'm the father?"

"Uh......I can't have sex with anyone who isn't you, obviously you're the father."

Wooyoung couldn't let you go through with the pregnancy.

"Get rid of it." He told you.

You wrapped a protective hand around your bump.

"No! This is my baby and I won't allow you to harm it!"

You weren't going to budge though.

"Show the tape to everyone! I don't give a fuck anymore! But I'm not killing an innocent child who has done nothing wrong. "

Realizing he was losing control of you, Wooyoung knocked you out unconscious, deciding to take matters into your own hands.

You woke up a day later, feeling sore and aching in your inner thighs and lower abdomen.

You immediately panicked and sensed something was wrong.

You didn't need Wooyoung to tell you, you knew he had taken you to a clinic and had the baby removed.

You were so shaken up, cried your eyes out and no longer had any will to fight against Wooyoung.

You felt like it all all your fault, the death of your baby was your fault.

You weren't strong enough to save it and it was killing you inside.

You no longer trusted anyone, and you didn't have the heart to talk about it to anyone. Not like they'd believe you or care about you.

But someone did notice, Yeonjun never stopped caring about you and although he was hurt you went with someone else, he still had feelings for you.

And he was very observant and noticed that ever since you started dating Wooyoung, you were skipping a lot of classes....

And you were having a lot of accidents...too many in fact.

And now he just saw you completely lost and like a walking dead.

"Hey Y/N, are you ok?" He asked you one day.

You were going to respond, but the devil made an appearance by your side.

"She's fine and was just coming home with me. Weren't you baby?"

To everyone, it looked like a sweet and caring smile from your doting boyfriend, but you knew it was all fake.

Nonetheless you just kept your head low and went home with him.

Yeonjun noticed the way you trembled when he put his arm around you, noticed the frightened look in your eyes and he knew something was wrong in your relationship.

When you got home, Wooyoung was pissed off at you and immediately struck your face.

"I thought I told you not to talk to him! Can't you obey a simple order you fucking bitch?!"

When he pulled out a knife from the kitchen, you were now scared for your life.

You tried to fight back, but Wooyoung was stronger than you and you were still in pain after the abortion.

He knocked you to the floor and managed to land 2 stab wounds into your right side.

You could never forget the wrath and hate in his eyes as he told you:

"I'm going to fucking kill you."

By some miracle, someone taller and stronger than Wooyoung got him off you, that someone being none other than Yeonjun.

He felt glad about following his hunch and followed you both back home, otherwise he'd end up reading about you in the newspaper.

He had no trouble in subduing Wooyoung and calling the police.

The only thing on his mind was getting you to the hospital as soon as possible.

"It's ok Y/N. You're going to be fine." He assured you

Your physical injuries were easy to recover from, but the emotional trauma and abuse Wooyoung put you through was not.

Yet Yeonjun was there every step of the way, going with you to therapy and just listening to you and your terrifying story.

For the first time in your life, you felt truly loved and happy....

And safe.

A year after the ordeal, you were doing much better and were nearly fully recuperated.

Yeonjun and you rented a place together and were completely in love with each other.

Everything seemed to be going perfect....

And then one day your phone rang.

Picking up, you asked "Hello?"

"Don't think it's over yet you dirty little rat."

[thenamesseven]

Pairing: Jongho x reader

Genre: Romance, angst, jail au!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of violence, mentions of an accident.

Word count: 4.4k

A/N: SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG WITH THIS CHAPTER BUT I WAS SO STUCK IN SOME SCENES 😭 Hope that the wait was worth it and that you can forgive me!

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“He’s not alone?” The question echoed in the silence of his office, his heart beating slightly faster in his chest when he received the affirmative answer he was hoping to get.

His eyes met Jaehyun’s, the both of them had been sitting in his office, standing the pressure and waiting for the phone call that would confirm if the first step of their plan was successful or not. Seongwha had been reclining back on his chair, feet on his desk as he moved from side to side, rocking himself in an attempt to release some tension. Jaehyun preferred to stay still and stare at the phone, only raising his eyes when Seonghwa picked it up.

The both of them smiled in unison when they heard their worker’s answer, the objective had been Wooyoung but if luck was on their side tonight and you had been in that car as well then none of them would complain about it. They’ve just killed two birds with one stone, two humans with a car accident to be exact.

All the panick he had felt when he found out Wooyoung had been spying on them vanished quickly, now the only one left to deal with was Jongho and he was locked between the walls of the prison he owned. There was not much he could do from here, Seonghwa’s control was back, the situation had been fixed before it got too out of hand.

“Wait a second, I’ll send you a picture so we’re sure it is her and not somebody else” Seonghwa met Jaehyun’s eyes again before sending a picture he had saved on his phone gallery of you, guiding the phone back to his ear almost instantly after sending it. There was more silence, some arguing from the other side of the line that made him roll his eyes a little and right when he was about to clear his throat and demand an answer, the guys Jaehyun hired gave him the response both of them had been hoping for “Get rid of her” He said smiling, hearing Jaehyun sighed relieved “Make sure both of them are dead, we don’t want any surprises”

Without waiting for any kind of response from Jaehyun’s men, Seonghwa hung up on the call and sighed comfortably, letting his phone fall from his hand to the table before he crossed his arms on his chest, glancing at his friend with a happiness that could only be described as madness. How could they be so happy about killing someone?

“One less problem” He whispered smiling, closing his eyes as if he was about to take a nap. “Life works in such funny ways, doesn’t it?” Seonghwa asked Jaehyun, hearing him hum in agreement.

“Now we just have to deal with Jongho, leave him to me” He said standing up, not interested about spending more time with Seonghwa now that he knew his plan had succeeded it “I’ll make sure to deliver the bad news as softly as possible”

Sarcasm dripped out of his words like amusement flowed through the chuckles he let out while he exited the room

It was the smell of burnt plastic and the overwhelming hot temperatures were what brought you back to consciousness first. A whine escaped your lips when you opened your eyes, vision blurry as you tried to scan your surroundings but unfortunately, you weren’t able to see or at least process, the situation you were in right now.

“Wooyoung”

The memory of your friend on the driver’s side was what made you call out his name, a wave of pain going down your body when you tried to look to the side where he was supposed to be. Even though you couldn’t see clearly, you could distinguish his figure on the driver side, unconscious with his forehead resting on the steering wheel.

“Wooyoung”

This time your voice sounded more urgent, way more scared when Wooyoung didn’t even moved at the sound of your voice and seeing he didn’t even react to being called out a second time, you reached down to take off your seatbelt, giving you more freedom to move even though the pain in your body didn’t allow you to do too many things.

You ignored the sticky feeling of your clothes, how sweat and blood were making them stick to your skin like glue and decided to focus on bringing Wooyoung back to consciousness. You could see your clothes were broken in some places, there were hints of wounds you could feel and see but decided to act as if they weren’t there. You weren’t the most important thing right now, Wooyoung was.

The smoke that was passing through the inside of the car made you cough a couple of times, making your body tense up in pain when you did. You could only hope there was nothing broken and that your wounds were merely superficial.

“Wooyoung, hey”

Reaching out, you gently placed one of your hands on his shoulders and pushed him back slowly, until his back was against his seat and his head far away from the steering wheel. There was blood running down his face, a wound in his head signaling he might have a concussion but his chest was still moving up and down with each breath he took and that slowed down the pounding of your heart.

His entire face scrunched up when you forced him to move and probably your constant calling was also helping, he didn’t seem too happy about your decision to force him back to consciousness, in fact, Wooyoung was probably more comfortable with his eyes closed refusing to acknowledge what was happening, dangerously roaming closer to death instead of life but the adrenaline running through your veins was enough for you to keep pushing him back to life.

You were not one to give up easily.

“(Y/N)?” He asked quietly, still refusing to open his eyes but letting you know he was awakening. You kept your hand on his shoulder, not letting go of his body completely in case he passed out again, the last thing he needed was to get hit on his head another time.

“Yeah! There’s a girl in the car too”

The sound of an unfamiliar voice made you momentarily forget about Wooyoung, it also brought back the faint memories you had from before the accident. The two of you talking comfortably in the car, stopping at a red light, being the only car around since it was really late and then….Then a car crashed into yours. The accident hadn’t been unexpected, the other driver had known what he was doing and he hadn’t had any hesitation before ramming into them from Wooyoung’s side.

This had all been intentional.

Your vision, that now seemed to be a bit more clear, moved to the windshield. There were two males in front of you, standing nearby the car that, by the way it looked, seemed to be the one that caused the crash. The both of them seemed fine, standing perfectly straight as they talked on the phone with someone with their backs to you. They probably thought you were either unconsciously still or dead at this point, there was no reason for them to keep their eyes on you because, even if you tried to run away, you wouldn’t get too far.

“Wooyoung” You called out to him again, voice giving away the amount of tension that overflowed the adrenaline you had been feeling, heart picking up the speed of its beating once again “We need to get out of here” He groaned besides you, telling you that he was listening, that he agreed with you but didn’t have the strength to get moving yet “Now”

“Yes, she’s the girl in the picture”

Those words confirmed there was somebody after you, you didn’t have to think much to get to the conclusion this was either Jaehyun or Seonghwa, probably the two of them were after this, which made the situation even worse at this point.

“Do you have a weapon? Anything we can use to defend ourselves?” You asked tense, looking at Wooyoung for a few seconds before forcing your eyes back to the two figures in front of you, not wanting to let them out of your sight.

“What are you talking about?” Wooyoung asked even more frustrated, finally opening his eyes to look at you.

A wave of dizziness made you close your eyes for a few seconds but instead of panicking even more, you simply pinched the bridge of your nose and took a couple of deep breaths, inhaling as much as you could before exhaling it out slowly. There wasn’t too much time left and someone would call you stupid for doing this but good ideas never come when you’re stressed or under too much pressured, you needed to calm down first.

“(Y/N)?”

Your head turned towards Wooyoung, his eyes on the windshield as he now looked at the two guys that were still talking about something, paying zero attention to the two of you. They weren’t in a rush, nobody was coming to help anyways. Wooyoung brought a finger up to his lips, signaling you to keep your voice low before he dragged his eyes back to your face, the seriousness in his look sending chills down your spine.

“Get your phone, see if it works and call Hongjoong” He whispered, seeing the confusion in your face but interrupting you to keep talking before you even had the chance to ask about it “We need help, just tell him to come and get us out of here”

Nodding, you started patting your bloody clothes, looking around the mess the car had turned into as Wooyoung started looking for something as well, you didn’t know what it was exactly but your best guess was that he had a weapon hidden somewhere, one that he would be using to defend the two of you. You almost cried in relief when you found your phone on the ground, right besides your left feet and crouched down to get it, not even caring about the stinging sensation you felt when some of the glass that belonged to the screen scratched your hand.

It was a miracle the phone was still working, most of the screen had turned black but it was still visible enough for you to dial Hongjoong’s number. It only took him a couple of rings to pick up.

“(Y/N)?” He didn’t sound sleepy, Hongjoong was either up to something or still working on the plan to get Jongho out with the guys “Is everything okay?” Concerned dripped from his voice, this was not an ordinary time to call somebody, bad news were mostly delivered late at night and you both knew this.

“Someone is after Wooyoung and I'' There was no point in beating around the bush, you needed the guys to get the two out of this situation before it was too late.

“Where are you guys?” Hongjoong seemed to understand the seriousness of the situation and decided to ignore all the questions he felt like asking to focus on the most important ones.

“I don’t know” You replied honestly, panicking a little when your eyes landed on the gun that Wooyoung was now holding “We were getting out of work, Wooyoung offered to drive me and we had a car accident...It all happened too fast, I don’t know where we are”

Although that would make things even harder for Hongjoong, he didn’t show it and instead signaled for the guys to start getting ready to leave “We’ll be there in five minutes, hold on there”

“Hey! Who the fuck are you calling!?” Your eyes opened wide when the strangers’ attention were now on you, Wooyoung’s hand keeping his gun hidden when both of them started approaching the car at a speed that was pretty much disliked. Your time had run out, now you could only hope Hongjoong would get there fast.

“Wooyoung?” Your voice, impatient and full of fear, made his body tensed up. He also knew this situation didn’t look good for the two of you but there was not much he could do at the moment “What do we do?”

“There’s two of them” Wooyoung pointed out as his eyes scanned the area trying to see if someone else had come with them, it wouldn’t make sense though, two people should have been enough for taking someone out “(Y/N) listen to me” His eyes never moved away from the two figures approaching, his lips moving as little as possible so they wouldn’t be able to read them and guess what he was planning to do “We’re going to get out of this car and try to buy some time, alright? They’re probably armed, way more than us so we’ll try to keep our distance once their guns are gone” You nodded at his words, legs slightly shaking as you tried to get a grip on yourself “Stay behind me, do not give them a clear shot, you hear me?”

“Hey!” One of them shouted again, a few steps away from the car.

“No matter what, stay behind me” Wooyoung warned one last time before he pulled his gun up, aiming at them through the windshield and making them stop abruptly. “Hands where I can see them, Im not fucking around” His voice had shifted to a dangerous one, a lingering threat in his words that made your friend totally unrecognizable, this was a side of him you’ve never seen before.

The men in front of you looked at each other, their hands midway to the back of their jeans where their weapons were probably being kept. You honestly didn’t know what the plan was or what Wooyoung wanted to do but you stayed quiet and decided to keep an eye on them as well.

“You're outnumbered here buddy, don’t make the situation worse than it is for you guys” One of them warned, eyes following Wooyoung as he pushed the door of his car opened without moving his aim on one of them. “Tell your boyfriend to put that gun down” He said, his cold eyes meeting yours.

You tensed under his gaze, unable to hide it and giving him more confidence than the necessary, he knew you were hesitating about this entire thing “You, eyes on me, forget about her” Wooyoung said coldly, standing outside of the car, behind the door “(Y/N) come here, crawl over the driver seat and stand behind me”

You looked at him for a second but Wooyoung was too focused on keeping his aim on both guys to return it. Careful and wincing at the pain you felt every time you moved, you started leaving the passenger seat to crawl into the driver one, right before managing to get out of the damaged car without stumbling in the process. Wooyoung was quick to hide your body behind his immediately, only letting you look over his shoulder.

“You were sent to get me, not her” Wooyoung broke the silence between the four of you, one of his hands reaching back to grab one of yours, holding it ever so gently that it almost made you broke into a thousand tears right there. “We can negotiate something if you let her go”

One of the guys smirked and shook his head, you could understand his amusement though since the two of you weren’t exactly in the dominating role to ask about a negotiation. You should be the ones listening to them, not ordering them around “Sorry dude but apparently she pissed them off too….You know the consequences of that” He shrugged as if he was actually apologizing, your stomach turned, sending a wave of bilis up your throat. You somehow managed to not throw up.

“She didn’t” Wooyoung insisted, holding the weapon tight, letting your hand go to get a steady aim as he kept switching it between both guys “I won’t resist, just let her get out of this”

Something fired up inside one of the guys, you saw it in his eyes, how he could just not believe the audacity Wooyoung was having “You’re right” He suddenly said, looking at the two of you as he took a step closer to his friend “We’ll kill you first and then, we’ll have her all for ourselves to use and enjoy before-”

He didn’t have time to finish his sentence, Wooyoung’s fingers pulled the trigger.

A quiet yelped exited your body as you unconsciously reached out and gripped the back of his shirt, the man that had been shot fell down onto the floor and by the sounds he was letting out you could tell he was still alive but not for longer. A trail of swearings exited the other guy’s mouth but Wooyoung didn’t even let you catch a glimpse since he pulled the two of you down, letting the car door cover both of your bodies.

“Run when I tell you to” Wooyoung informed, chest moving up and down too fast, in sync with yours as adrenaline kept being pumped through your body. “Don’t look back just keep running until you find somewhere to hide, do not come out until Hongjoong shows up, you hear me?”

You opened your mouth to say something but another shot broke what was left of the driver’s window after the accident, Wooyoung had obviously pissed these guys off way too much to attempt the negotiation strategy one more time.

“But-”

“I’ll cover you just run (Y/N)” He interrupted you, looking over the edge of the door for a few seconds before he shot again. “You need to get out of here, alright? For Jongho?” The name of your soon to be husband squeezed your heart, he would be destroyed if you ended up dying here, you knew he would blame himself and carry the guilt forever.

But were you able to just abandon Wooyoung like that?

“Hongjoong will be here soon” You whispered, refusing to move from where you were, everything in your body screaming to run away like he was telling you except your heart, who refused to leave him alone. “We’ll get out of this one”

“God fucking danmit (Y/N)!” He screamed frustrated, knowing you wouldn’t be going anywhere without him, swearing even more when another bullet almost hit his shoulder, scraping his clothes but miraculously not even touching his skin.

Another bullet created a whole in the metallic barrier the car door had turned into, your cover wouldn’t last much longer and it would leave you and Wooyoung totally defenseless against someone who seemed determined to get rid of the two of you.

“Hide behind the car, crawl your way there, I’ll cover you” Wooyoung instructed and knowing he wouldn’t take a no for an answer, you placed your entire body against the raspy pavement, feeling how it scratched your skin as you kept crawling, hearing the bullets fly above you. Pain was the least of your worries now, getting out of this alive was more important.

The low sound of a car engine approaching made your heart beat faster, it was either Hongjoong or reinforcements to make sure you wouldn’t live to tell someone about this. “Someone’s coming” You told Wooyoung, crouching behind the car, watching him crawl towards you as well.

“Hongjoong?” He asked you breathless, the sweat appearing in his forehead making the dry blood in his skin roll down his face to his neck, an image that was scary and worrying, something you would never be able to forget.

“I don’t know”

“I just have two bullets left” Wooyoung announced, looking down at his gun before he loaded it once again, getting ready to stand up and aim at your opponent.

It was kill or be killed, there was no other choice in this situation.

San, who had been stepping on the gas pedal since they had all gotten in the car, was quick to slow down once they started approaching the location where the GPS that belonged to your phone said you were. A silence that only meant tension and worry filled the car as they all mentally prayed for you to be alright, there was no one moment one of them hadn’t blamed themselves for not seeing something like this coming.

They should have known they would attack as soon as they realized they were going down, they should have known better.

With the lights turned off, San stopped the car somewhere he thought they wouldn’t be seen and quickly got out along with his friends, gun in hand, eyes scanning the area in case there were any surprises left for them. You never know what to expect in this kind of situation, this could either go incredibly well or terribly wrong.

“There they are” Hongjoong whispered, seeing the two of you crouching behind what used to be Wooyoung’s car. His body was still covering yours, protecting you even when he knew he could die anytime.

San had never liked cops but he had to admit Wooyoung’s devotion for your well-being and happiness despite knowing all your feelings belonged to his friend, were truly admirable.

“Can you see where the guy is?” Yunho asked, looking at the rest of them, eyes frantically searching for another person, willing to just get rid of him and get his friend’s girlfriend out of this nightmare alive. He knew Jongho would be totally inconsolable if you died like this, there was no doubt he would blame himself forever.

“He’s covered up as well, we need to be careful, he could be anywhere” Hongjoong warned, dying to get you and Wooyoung out of there but not willing to risk more lives than necessary, they wouldn’t do any good if they ended up getting shot or dying while trying to save the two of you “Wait for him to get out first”

“Hongjoong is here” Hope filled your voice when you saw San’s body running to hide somewhere, probably willing to take some cover and assured their positions so they could get you out of there safely. “Wooyoung, they’re here” You repeated, looking up at your friend’s concerned face.

“I can’t see him, he’s not coming out” He muttered, not really listening to what you were saying as he kept poking his head out of your hiding spot, trying to see where the guy had gone too. “I just need a clear shot and we’ll be out of here in seconds”

You looked back at where the guys should have been, only meeting Yunho’s eyes, finding him hiding behind some dumpsters. It was surely not a pleasant place to hide and you could imagine him whining about it later but he was safe at least. When he saw he got your attention, Yunho started motioning you to call Wooyoung. They had a plan, they were getting the two of you out of here.

“Wooyoung, Yunho wants to tell us something” Crouching back down, Wooyoung turned and followed your gaze until his eyes landed back on Yunho. A frown appeared in his face though when the male only told your friend to stand up. “I think...He wants you to stand up?” You asked hesitant, not knowing if he was seriously messing around the two of you in this kind of situation.

“Do you trust them?” Wooyoung asked quietly, looking at you once he got Yunho’s orders.

“Huh?” You asked confused, not really expecting that question.

“Do you trust them?” He repeated his question, staring right into your eyes.

“I do”

You didn’t even have time to say anything else, you could only reach out and grip the cloth of the ripped jeans he was wearing when he suddenly stood up, aiming with his gun at a random point, risking his life just like Yunho had told him to do. When the sound of a gunshot echoed in the night, you closed your eyes out of instinct, gripping Wooyoung’s clothes even tighter as if that would move him back down fast enough to dodge the bullet.

A few seconds passed in absolute silence before you finally dared to open your eyes and take a peek, determined to know what had happened. The first thing you saw was that Wooyoung was still standing, eyes down on you, looking way less tense than before. Your eyes were quick to scan his body and when you didn’t see any additional blood or wounds, you could only stand up and throw yourself at him, arms quickly engulfing his body in a big hug.

Wooyoung’s body instantly relaxed as soon as you were against him, a quiet groan leaving his lips at the impact of your body but instead of pushing you again, he only hugged you even tighter, instantly digging his face into your neck as relief washed over him. He had truly thought today was the day he would die, he had been ready to put your life before his but fortunately, help got there before something bad could happen.

“Guys!” Hongjoong was the first one that got out of his hiding spot, a concerned look on his eyes as he looked at Wooyoung and then at you, taking his time to scan your body in search of any worrying wounds that should be taken care of immediately. “How many guys were there?” He asked, still scanning the place, not feeling like celebrating their victory yet.

“Two” Wooyoung exclaimed, looking at them.

By the look on his face you knew there was something wrong.

Everything happened too fast. “GET DOWN, GET DOWN, GET DOWN!” San screamed repeatedly. But it was too late.

You first heard the sound of a gunshot, one you had started getting familiar with, then you saw the pain in Wooyoung’s eyes when the bullet went through his body, piercing his skin and finally, you felt the unfamiliar pain of a bullet entering your body.

More shots echoed in the night, you could even hear the faint sound of some police sirens approaching. Somebody had probably realized what was going on and decided to warn the authorities about it.

Wooyoung called your name as you fell onto the floor, feeling a warm liquid soaking your already dirty clothes.

You heard Wooyoung calling your name even louder when your eyes started closing.

“Mingi help me out!” Was the last thing you heard Wooyoung’s shouting before you drifted into unconsciousness once again.

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Sooo....Wooyoung was supposed to die in this chapter but in the last second I regretted it and made him survive 😂 That's why I took so long...Please forgive me T-T

[thethousandyearwitch]

Eye for an Eye

A "Medical Experimentation"/Black Market Surgery KakuHida fic, because it came to me in a dream.

"Hidan wakes up after a wild night, only to find himself in an uncomfortable and yet enticing predicament featuring a good looking stranger and the miracle of Jashin. And maybe both parties can get something out of this situation..."

Rating: Explicit due to some gruesome talk

Ship: KakuHida

Words: 1702

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Nauseating Darkness. That was the first thing Hidan perceived when he woke up. The feeling of a room, that you’re not even seeing, spinning.

He should have known that this would happen, after the hot bartender kept pouring drinks on the house before he could even finish them. It wasn’t his intention to get drunk off his ass, but free alcohol and shallow compliments from some goth chick can change a night quite quickly.

Reflexively, the man tried to turn to his side to soothe his nausea, only to feel a firm resistance on his wrists. The restrictive movement called his attention toward how cold he felt overall, and how fucking uncomfortable whatever he was laying on was. At the same time, he could hear some movement close to him come to a halt.

“Hey, hey, I’m not in the mood for some BDSM games, I think I’m gonna hurl.” He slurred and tested the restrains again. A gurgle crept up from his abdomen, and the suffocating darkness still wasn’t giving way to any light.

“What the fuck.” A deep voice echoed, definitely not from the cute bartender that Hidan had hoped he took home with him. It wasn’t a question, more of a baffled statement. The young man wasn’t a stranger to taking men home with him, but this was definitely not planned, and the unclear discomfort from his abdomen that stretched all the way to his sternum was enough of a boner-killer that he just wanted to get a shower and a prairie oyster.

“Dude, just, uncuff me, get this fucking blindfold off, and I promise I’ll write you a 3page essay apology for the missed sex or whatever.”

“What- No, stop. Listen closely to me.” The deeper voice came steadily closer, and Hidan was sure he could feel the warmth of another body inching closer to his. “I am not about to fuck your sorry ass. You had some real bad luck, and drew the interest of one of my clients, who paid me to remove your eyes and a couple of organs.”

The spinning inside of his head only got worse, and Hidan let out a confused groan. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“There’s no blindfold, dumbass, your eyes are already sitting on my desk ready for pick-up. I don’t even know how or why you are alive; you’re probably banged up on some drug cocktail that cancelled mine out. But you’re going to bleed out any second. No hard feelings.”

Oh. He’s been tricked. Of course, free drinks are never truly free, but he’s never paid with organs before. First time for everything.

The pressure on his body became clearer to him now. He could feel the burning edges of an incision, reaching roughly from 1cm below his bellybutton up to the tip of his sternum, between the 6th and 7thrib. The foreign body that squirmed itself under his ribcage, wrapped itself with learned precision around his heart, that could only be a human hand.

“Can you not afford a bone saw like any other unlicensed doctor?” Hidan laughed and could feel the pressure on his lungs. Every muscle in his body slowly started to follow his command again, warming back up with steady relaxation and contraction.

“I don’t need to justify my expenses to a dead man talking. I don’t care about leaving a neatly chopped up body, and neither does my guy who’ll get rid of you after the job.” Something cold and sharp pressed against Hidans Aorta, a scalpel, he was sure. “Any last words?”

The pain from the incision gave way to a booming headache, itching and scratching the inside of his skull. Slowly, white spots came into his visions, like a night sky that revealed itself one star at a time. “Yeah, what’s your name, asshole?”

“…Kakuzu. Goodby-“Before he could finish his parting words, Hidan snapped his arms free of the leather straps that held him down, and he threw himself at the other man’s throat, toppling both of them to the ground. His eyes had fully reconstructed themselves, and away from under the surgery lighting, he could slowly take in his surroundings in dimmer light.

“This place is a fucking shithole.” The floor was dirty, the walls and even the ceiling were covered in dark stains, an oakwood desk near the wall was held together with layers of yellow-ed glue, next to it a beat-up office chair with scotch-tape adorned seating. His eyes wandered to the man he kept pinned below him, covered in Hidans spilled out lower intestine. “You’re not too bad though, damn.”

His hands were wrapped around the throat of a well-build man, probably a couple years older than him, with rich, sepia brown skin, black hair tied in a knot. He wore a surgical mask, but it couldn’t fully cover the ends of what was clearly a not yet fully healed Glasgow-smile. But what was most striking about Kakuzu were his eyes; His sclera was a dull red, and his Iris were a bright emerald green. “Why would anyone want my eyes when you’ve got the grand prize resting in your skull?”

Under Hidans firm grip, he could feel the strength Kakuzu had to use just to speak up. “What the fuck are you?”

“I’m my gods most favorite little bastard! Now, how about a little trade, ‘kuzu?” He shifted his weight off of the other man’s windpipe, just enough to let him breathe under a strain.

“What do you want?”

“My guts, ideally back where they belong. And in return- “He grabbed Kakazu’s hand, which until now had been busy digging his fingernails into the immortal’s arm, and guided it to Hidans restored eyes. “-I’m sure your client would go bonkers over two sets of eyes.”

There was a pointed silence between the two, Hidan grinning as his internal organs tried to work against the pull of gravity, tissue already trying to reconnect itself with a painful burning sensation. For a moment he thought that the incision would close over his exposed organs before he’d get a response.

“Get on the table. I’m not going to waste anymore anaesthetics on you though, or else I won’t turn enough of a profit.”

Hidan climbed back on the operation table, arms rested behind his head, legs crossed leisurely. “Money greed is a sin, y’know?”

“That’s fine by me, I’ll buy myself a VIP seat when I get there.” Kakuzu readied a medical sewing kit, and unceremoniously crammed Hidans intestines back into his abdominal cave, to which he squirmed in response, but snickered as well.

“It’s not too late to repent! Jashin takes every poor soul that knocks on his door with the correct offerings, and I have a feeling you’ve got what it takes. And I’m living, breathing proof of his miracles. Or else how will you explain all of…this?” He waved his hand around in the general direction of his eyes and his open wound, and Kakuzu swatted his hand away.

“I don’t know, I don’t care. Maybe you’re the result of a radioactive freakshow. Maybe I’m finally succumbing to asbestos poisoning. Now hold still or I will have to tie you back down again.”

“Kinky! Say, after you’re done stealing my eyes again, wanna grab some drinks?”

“Drinks is how you got into this situation in the first place.”

“I’m not regretting it~”

This earned him an eye roll, though more importantly, he realized Kakuzu didn’t say ‘No’ to his proposition. The surgeon finished the final stitches and gave his work a satisfied nod. He placed a glass jar, filled with some strange liquid, on a smaller table next to the operation table, and leaned in closer to Hidans head. “Now for the money-makers.”

“Wait-wait-wait, how are you gonna take ‘em out? You’re not just gonna snatch them out with your fingers, right?” Hidan fidgeted, though his manic grin didn’t falter. His chest was rising and falling heavily with rapid breathing, pulling at the fresh stitches.

“You really are an idiot. The eyes are too delicate and firm to be taken out like that. I’ll be using a tool that looks like a spoon, but has the sharpness of a scalpel, to basically scoop them out. Getting scared?”

“Are you kidding? I’m really getting excited now…”

Kakuzu huffed and placed one hand on the right side of Hidans face, using his thumb to pull the skin under his eye down. “No squirming, or I’ll take your teeth as collateral.”

“Don’t entice me, ‘kuzu.”

The sharp, cold tool slid smoothly between eyelids and eyeball, and without much resistance it curved into the eye socket and severed the optical nerves. In just a second, Hidans vision on his right side went black, and his heart beat violently against his chest. The pain was overpowering, searing, and exciting.

The surgeon dropped the disconnected eyeball into the formaldehyde jar, and switched hands to get a better grip on the left side of Hidans face. “Halfway done. Need a break?”

“Stop being a fucking tease…” Hidan breathed out, face flushed with excitement, fingernails helplessly scratching at the side of the solid table.

And without any further warning, the tool slid behind the second eyeball, severed nerves, and discarded it into the jar.

Back to nauseating darkness. All of Hidans other senses felt enhanced, he could smell the preserving chemical mixed with his fresh blood, he could hear the buzzing of the lamp above him, he licked his lips and tasted only his sweat, and most of all, he could feel the lingering warmth of Kakuzus hand still on his face, his thumb brushing over Hidans cheekbone.

“You’re a walking organ bank.” The younger man didn’t reply, too busy with catching his breath. “I could save money on anaesthetics and trying to lure idiots to operate on. I’d have any organ anyone could want – on demand.”

“I’m not gonna let you cut me open every day for free, yknow?”

And suddenly Hidan could feel hot breath ghosting over his ear, so close that cold shivers ran down his spine.

“Maybe I do have some free time for a couple drinks, and a little business talk.”

[indigo-wendigo]

Sheepdog

           When he arrived, Nikki opened the door just as he reached it and closed it as soon as he crossed the threshold, as if she were trying to keep something out—or keep something in. He watched her lock the door as he took off his duster to hang it up, next going for his Chuck Taylors to mind Sam’s no-shoes-indoors preference.

           He was waiting for more elaboration to the call that asked him to come over. It’s Ghost stuff, Sam had said. As far as explanations went, it wasn’t the vaguest. Perhaps they didn’t know how to refer to whatever the issue was beyond what they indubitably knew.

           “In here,” Nikki led Grae to the master bedroom. He stopped in the doorway. Upon approach, he felt a prickling sensation that confirmed that it was indeed “Ghost stuff”. But that still didn’t prepare him for the sight.

           He looked like a sea urchin. A pin cushion. Or Satan’s acupuncture session. William was lying on his front on the bed in his boxer briefs with long, tapered, black spines protruding from everywhere. Some where tall and thick, some were short and thin. Next to him on the bed was a towel where several that had been removed by Sam were discarded with blood and black on their roots. Grae watched as she actively pulled one from his shoulder, drawing out another three inches as he winced. She wiped away the blood mixed with inky liquid with another towel.

           “He copied an attack,” Nikki said unceremoniously. “It has to be ectoplasm. But it’s never done this before.”

           Grae cursed under his breath, a wrapped hand going up into his silver hair. “When did this happen?”

           “He copied the attack last night,” Sam answered. “But these things grew overnight. We’ve been plucking them out all day,” she said with some kind of amused emphasis on ‘plucking’. William, however, didn’t seem amused in the least, his mouth hidden behind his crossed arms and his eyes shut.

           Christian stepped in from the master bathroom with a half-empty bag of cotton balls. “This is all I could find,” he said as he handed them to his mother.

           “That’ll do, thank you,” Sam took a cotton ball and tore a piece off to press to the newest hole in his back.

           “What—the hell kind of attack did you copy?” Grae looked at William.

           “Something new,” he mumbled, keeping his eyes closed and flinching a little when Sam picked another black quill to remove.

           “He knows he’s not supposed to copy Ghost attacks,” Nikki folded her arms. “It always makes him… weird somehow.”

           “I didn’t have a choice,” William muttered again. But he didn’t engage further.

           “Wait,” Grae extended all his fingers on his hands. “You copied a Ghost attack?”

           He finally opened his eyes. “Yeah.”

           Grae stepped forward and leaned closer, squinting his argent eyes. “It… really is ectoplasm.” He returned to where he was standing. “This—shouldn’t be possible.”

           “He always ends up with some in his body after copying a Ghost attack,” Sam explained. “Or at least we think so. He gets sick for a little while and then he’s better.” She poked another wad of cotton on a spot.

           “So, what do we do?” Christian looked at Grae.

           The other raised his eyebrows. “You’re asking me?”

           “You’re the Ghost,” said Nikki with a slight edge.

           “I don’t know anything about this,” he gestured to William. “All I know is that ectoplasm is poison to mortals and this—shouldn’t be a thing.”

           “But surely someone knows something about it,” Sam said. “We can’t take him to the hospital; they don’t even know what to do with Ghosts. But his fever hasn’t gone down at all and I’m afraid that pulling these things out is not helping a lot in terms of… getting rid of what’s in his blood.”

           “No mortal has ever had ectoplasm in their blood before,” He shook his head. “That’s like… saying a person is suddenly breathing nitrogen instead of oxygen.” He shrugged. “No one knows what to do with that.”

           “Do you know any doctors that help Ghosts?” suggested Christian. “Maybe someone who knows more about ectoplasm could tell us something.”

           Grae sighed and his shoulders drooped. “… Yeah. I think I know someone like that.”

             They waited while Grae made a call in the living room. He returned to the master bedroom just as William had sat up on the edge of the bed and Sam planted a kiss on his head before leaving to the basement with soiled towels. The Ghost crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. “You look like a pissed off porcupine.”

           The other nodded lackadaisically as if this were an accurate description.

           He took a breath. “So… my guy says you’re doing the right thing; keep removing the… quills. He thinks it’s your body doing what it can to expel the ectoplasm from your bloodstream. If it doesn’t seem better or the fever gets worse after two more days, he’ll drop by.”

           “Thanks,” William rubbed his face. When his fingers went over his jaw, it made a sandpapery sound.

           The other lifted his chin. “How long have you been copying Ghost attacks?”

           He picked at a small spike on his arm. “Since… late teens, I guess.”

           “… Did you ever…” Grae subconsciously pulled at his red scarf.

           “Oh yeah,” he replied. “First chance I got. As soon as I figured out I could. Did not go well.”

           “What happened? Did you grow these needle things?”

           William shook his head. “I…” He pursed his lips tightly for a moment before trying again. “It made me… vulnerable to other things for a while.” He absently stroked a white scar on his other arm.

           Grae chewed on his cheek. “I guess Nikki’s right then. Sounds like something you don’t need to do anymore.”

           “I never do unless I have to.” He looked up and met his eyes. “She left out that she was there with me.”

           The Ghost’s mouth relaxed.

           “I was… afraid Scarlet might show up.” William looked down at his knuckles and rubbed wrinkles between them. “Can’t afford for her to have both of the twins.”

           Grae’s voice turned steely. “Stop taking Nikki with you.”

           He chuckled and looked at him again. “You don’t think I’ve done everything but lock her in a pantry? Both of them are like crazy glue; I haven’t been able to keep them from being up my ass since they were fourteen.” William tilted his head. “Besides, you should know better than most that attempting to deter Nikki from anything she has set her mind to will just ensure that she makes it happen.”

           He stared hard, trying to remain forceful, a feat he had yet to accomplish with William. But this time he sighed and pinched the space between his eyes. “Yeah. That filly would float upstream.” There was a pause in which Grae watched William pick at another spike and pluck it out. He spoke quietly. “I know you’ll keep them both safe. And Sam, too. Just… don’t let it kill you. Okay?”

           This time when William nodded, it didn’t seem like one of agreement. More like a compliant gesture, to satiate. Like he’d heard it before.

           Grae took a breath and bid him goodbye, exiting to the living room to do the same for Sam and the twins. He mounted his Ducati and turned out of the driveway into the wooded backroad toward his apartment. On the way home, it occurred to him that maybe William didn’t believe that he shouldn’t let it kill him, that doing whatever it took to protect them would be worth the cost.

           And even if Grae had only one life to spare, he couldn’t say he disagreed.

[stonebreakerseries]

Day3: Youth + “You did this?”

Day 3 of @oc-growth-and-development​​’s OC-tober challenge and the @fictober-event​!

Series: Stonebreaker (Original Fiction) Characters: Tellene & Re’an

If the knock at her door had been any more timid, Tellene might have mistaken it for a trick of the wind. Well, it’s about time. Huffing, she reached down, sliding the key around her wrist into a small hole in her desk. With a twist, the door at the far side of the room clicked open. “Come in,” she said, taking a brief moment to check the state of her robes, making sure the red lapel lay flat and creaseless. Appearances were important business in Tel Shival. Almost as important as one’s skill, although the two seemed closer in competition now than they used to be. It was difficult to stand out in a place so overflowing with talent. Both the Allied Kingdoms and Khathi Empire only ever sent their best, and even then, most were turned away.

Luckily, Tellene, First of the Weavers, never had a problem making a name for herself.

It had been quite some time since she last dealt with an accolt. Being the youngest and least capable among their ranks, Tellene never had the patience to hold their hands as they trembled their way through basic glyphstrings. In fact, it was a testament to her dislike of instructing that she only spent a year as a Leirah before seeking - and gaining - a place among the Maesars. Now, Tellene folded her hands in front of her and fixed her narrowed gaze on the door as it tentatively inched open.

Oh Divider’s Own...

“Quickly, accolt. My time is precious. I will not have it wasted.” 

That seemed to do the trick. By the drawing of her next breath, a nervous youth stood in her study, the door swinging shut behind him, his hands worrying the white sash around his waist. Like many from the western-most regions of the Empire, Re’an was slight in stature, his grey-brown skin reminding Tellene of the ashewoods that bordered her childhood home. While his entry record placed him at nineteen, he looked at least three years younger, with wide brown eyes and an almost frenetic disposition. Although, she conceded that could be circumstantial, given her reputation. Not to worry. The rigours of study and the intellectual warren of academia would age him soon enough.

However, and most interestingly, this young man had already found a way to stand out from the herd.

“M-Maeser Tellene,” Re’an stammered. Then, like a panicked afterthought, he raised two fingers to his throat and bowed his head reverently. Or it would have been reverent, if he didn’t appear moments away from fainting. “I, um… y-you sent for me?”

Tellene arched a brow. Rather than state the obvious, she simply cleared her throat and raised a small bundle of papers, bound together by a red string. Holding them aloft for Re’an to see, it was hard not to feel a little sympathy as the colour drained from his skin. “You did this?” she asked. 

Funny, how simple questions rarely received simple answers.

“No,” he replied immediately, almost instinctively, then hesitated. “I mean, I-I’m not… I’m not sure if… I don’t---”

---“Let me make this easier,” Tellene interjected. She flipped the papers over and inspected the cover page. “Is your name Re’an?”

He cringed, but nodded, some of the nervous energy bleeding out as he resigned himself to his fate. “Yes, Maesar.”

“And you are a third year accolt?”

“Yes, Maesar.”

“And you recently sat an exam for Leirah Sonoval’s class on...” She glanced at the paper again, barely concealing a frown. “Thaumic Rhetoric: A History of Dissent?”

What in the Divider’s name were they teaching these days?

With her opinions carefully hidden behind painfully endured etiquette training, Tellene simply returned her attention to Re’an. Again, he nodded, apparently having lost the ability to use his voice. Sighing, Tellene was about to press on, but an errant thought stopped her in her tracks. This could be an interesting moment to gauge his mettle. In fact, with what she intended, she would be remiss not to seize such an organic opportunity.

“I imagine,” she continued slowly, setting the papers down and turning to the first page, “you have some theories as to why you are here?”

To her surprise, Re’an didn’t hesitate, equivocate, or attempt any other twist of rhetoric he had so clearly studied. 

“I cheated.”

Good. So, he was reasonably honest, despite evidence to the contrary. That or he was clever enough to know that lying would serve him poorly. Either way, Tellene approved. If nothing else, it showed he could assess a situation quickly and with some accuracy, even while shaking hard enough she swore she could hear his bones clicking together. 

Folding her hands on her desk, Tellene flicked her gaze to the wooden chair at the side of the room, nestled between stacks of books. Hesitantly, Re’an followed her silent instruction, picking it up and carrying it over. Once he set it down, he stood awkwardly by its side, unsure of how to proceed. I love that my reputation still precedes me, Tellene thought, before making an acquiescing motion.

“Sit, and tell me exactly how you cheated.”

Even though Re’an perched on its edge, chair seemed to swallow him, his arms drawn close, heel bouncing agitatedly against the carpeted floor. But then, much to her surprise, his brown eyes flicked up, meeting her gaze. Holding it. 

Interesting. 

“You don’t already know?”

A faint smile threatened the corner of Tellene’s lips. She fended it off. “It is clear to anyone with a set of eyes that you copied entire sentences - sometimes paragraphs - from a variety of seminal texts.” She leaned forward, chair creaking slightly beneath her. “I asked how you did it, in an exam hall, under the watchful eye of three supervising Leirah. And do not lie to me. This is important.”

Re’an shifted, wiping his palms on his robes. It was though his skin was too tight and he wanted nothing more than to be rid of it. “I, ah…” The words stuck like glue to the back of his throat. “I... have a bane, Maesar.”

Tellene regarded him flatly. “A bane.” With a suffering sigh, she reached up, massaging her forehead with her fingertips. Unfortunately, it took time to overcome a youth spent surrounded by misinformed superstition; nonsense like banes and knacks and the old gods. It was yet another process she lacked patience for. “Oh, very well. What kind of bane, then?”

Clearly sensing her irritation - mostly because she never bothered to conceal it - Re’an refused to meet her gaze, chin down, fists pressed to the tops of his thighs. “I-I remember things well. Too well. Mostly things I read, like words, pictures, symbols...” He pulled in a breath, then mustered the courage to look up again. “Maeser Tellene, I read every text Leirah Sonoval set, then a few more outside the curriculum. The Maeser Librarian recommended some papers as well, and I read those too. Exams, they… they make me nervous. It gets hard to think, so I always over-prepare.”

“Many accolts feel the same way, and compensate similarly.” She tapped his paper with her nail, the sound sharp, ringing through the room. “That does not explain what you did here.”

Re’an hesitated. “I know what I need to say, most of the time. But when I start changing the words it just…” He wrinkled his nose, and Tellene saw an old frustration in the expression. This was not a recent struggle for him. “It just doesn’t sound right anymore. It’s like the way it was written the first time was how it was meant to go, and when I change it, something always gets lost. This time, when I saw the question, I panicked. So I just took the parts of what I read that seemed relevant and wrote them down. I didn’t even think about---”

Tellene held up a finger, silencing Re’an mid-sentence. “I did not ask for excuses. You are not here to beg forgiveness.”

The comment seemed to surprise him. “I’m not?” A genuine look of confusion swept across his face, followed closely by an even more surprising emotion. One that straightened his spine and brightened his eyes with something alarmingly familiar. “Then... why am I here?”

Curiosity.

Tellene leaned back in her chair, folding her hands over her stomach. “I have met many thaumists with incredible memories. In truth, as a Maesar Weaver, I consider myself among them. But even in the best of circumstances, none of us can transcribe entire passages of relevant information - from multiple resources - with perfect accuracy. Not the way you have. It is highly unusual.”

Some of the young man’s self-consciousness returned. “Yeah, I know.” He caught himself, stiffening. “Ah, I mean: yes, Maesar Tellene.”

She waved a dismissive hand. “How long have you been in Tel Shival, Re’an?”

“Three years.”

“Do you lack ambition?”

He blinked, startled. “No? Maesar, I---”

---“Then why have you hidden this skill for so long?”

Still rattled by her previous question, he answered this one with far less hesitation, hands shaking. “Because I didn’t want people treating me like I’m---”

Tellene raised her brows as Re’an bit off his sentence, his jaw physically clenching from the strain of it. “Like an anomaly?” she offered. Re’an huffed, a rueful smile tinging his lips that made him appear much closer to his age. Maybe even a little older.

“That is a... nicer way of putting it than I’m used to, Maesar.”

Ah. There it is. He had been hurt before. Treated like an oddity at best, an aberration at worst. She would have to tread more carefully than she thought. “Re’an,” she said, and her tone pulled him out of his mind and back into the room. “You are aware that what you are capable of is in no way a ‘bane’, are you not?” 

“I…” He looked down. “Yes, Maesar.”

Not so honest, then.

As much as Tellene lacked patience for most accolts, this one tugged at her. It spurred something almost protective; an instinct she thought she had fed to the sharks years ago. Perhaps being faced by a unique mind, still young enough to doubt its own capacity, had struck a chord she thought severed. Or perhaps she had simply uncovered some long-buried empathy.

Either way, she had made her decision.

“Cheating on a final exam is grounds for severe censure, depending on the Leirah. You are aware of this?”

Re’an squeezed his eyes shut. “Yes, Maesar.”

“And you are aware, being in your third year, that any censures on your record will severely jeopardise your opportunities when selecting a discipline?”

He sounded almost feverish. Defeated. “Yes, Maesar.” He swallowed tightly. “I… I want to apologise. I made a mistake. I will accept whatever punishment Leirah Sonoval sees fit.”

“Leirah Sonoval would have you expelled.”

Wide brown eyes fixed on her, horrified. ”He---what?” Re’an bolted to his feet, breaths coming in short bursts. It was as though he was unsure of whether to stay, run, or faint. “Maesar, please, I won’t do it again - I swear I won’t. It was one time - the only one in the three years I’ve been here. I can retake the exam, a harder one even, I don’t care. I’ll do anything, but please, please…”

Part of Tellene thought this moment would be somehow satisfying. It was an important moment - one she could not avoid if she was to make sure she got what she needed. But instead, as she watched Re’an blink back tears, frantic and terrified, all she felt was pity. Maybe even guilt.

Divider, what was happening to her lately? She was losing her touch. It was a good thing she rarely left her studies, or maintaining her reputation would be significantly more difficult.

“What discipline did you plan to join, Re’an?”

The change of subject - possibly even her change in tone - managed to shake him from his panic. Somewhat. “I… I couldn’t decide between the Augists and the Weavers.”

For the first time, Tellene allowed a smile to tinge her lips. “Well... perhaps I can help you reach a decision.”

This time, when he looked at her, there was no more fear. No more self-consciousness. No more dread. There was simply hope, pure and reckless. 

“Y-You would let me join the Weavers?” Re’an swiped his eyes hurriedly with his sleeve, clearly embarrassed. “But Leirah Sonoval---”

---“Has no power over a Maesar’s charge.” She met his gaze. “I will allow him to assign you some texts on academic ethics to appease his wounded pride, but should you accept, that will be the end of the matter.” She paused, then added, “Provided you do not do it again.” Unless instructed.

She gave him a moment to let her offer sink in. It was an extremely rare thing for an accolt to be taken on as a charge, yet alone by a Maesar. In her twelve years as First of the Weavers, Tellene had never even considered taking a charge. Even from among the Leirah, who had petitioned her incessantly for a good ten of them. It was too much work for too little return. Too much like mentoring, which she had gone to great lengths to avoid.

Yet... here she was.

“You won’t regret this,” Re’an said suddenly, as though reading her mind. He seemed to have collected himself, and while he still trembled, there was something else about him now. Something charged and determined, if not to prove himself, then to prove others wrong. That was good - he would have to do a lot of that. No one takes kindly to someone pulling ahead of the pack. Divider, he reminded her of another man she knew. All he needed was red hair and about ten times the stubbornness. “Maesar Tellene,” Re’an continued, “I don’t know how to thank you.”

At that, Tellene snorted, arching a brow. “If you think you will be thanking me for this, you clearly have not been paying attention. I suspect your dormmates have already reallocated your bed and said their farewells to their fallen friend.” When Re’an actually smiled, Tellene struggled against the urge to immediately scare it away. No, that would not do - not if he was to be her charge for the foreseeable future. She could not bear timidity for any length of time. “You will meet me here every morning, directly after first meal. I am beginning your lessons in advanced glyphwork early.”

Re’an nodded frantically, swept along by the moment and all of its promise. 

Then he stopped.

“Um... Maesar?”

“Yes?”

“I have Leirah Pelona’s class after first meal tomorrow.”

“I see.” Tellene leaned back, chair creaking beneath her weight. “Have you read the works of Djenovir?

“Yes, Maesar.”

“And you can recite them?”

“Yes.”

“Then you have already completed the class.” With that, she turned the key in her desk, and the door on the far side of the room clicked open. “Don’t be late.”

[depressed-sock]

A heartbeat away part 1

M!detective/ Mason

The Wayhaven Chronicles

Finally got the motivation to write a bit. This might end up being a small series, it depends on if I can keep my motivation to write lol

Tw: blood, violence, nightmare

...

It starts as a dream. A soft nothing that won’t be important or fantastic enough to remember when he finally wakes. Not until the dream begins to change at least. A feeling of something other crawling its way in and through. Rotting away any sense of safety until he's left staring at the woods that surround him.

The area dimly lit by a full moon that casts more shadows against the trees than there should be in reality. All of them sitting in waiting. Even as a heavy fog drifts low, clinging to whatever it can touch. His body shivers against it, ice clinging to his eyelashes. His attempts to blink it away, but fails miserably as they instead try to glue his eyelids shut.

He’s very much aware of the fact that he's still asleep. But it does not stop the sudden rise of panic in his chest as glowing eyes begin to dot the woods around him. His breathing grows ragged, coming out as hot puffs of steaming air. The area falls into a quiet pause before a crack of thunder forces the shadows move as one. He runs. Following the invisible path laid out before him.

The shadows chase him, unseen claws slashing into his bare back. Leaving him too distracted to step carefully, bare feet catching on a root he hadn’t seen in his rush. He falls to the ground, hands digging painfully into the broken brush beneath him and he can feel a wave of foreign anger bubbling in his gut.

Until the moment finally comes. Something spearing through his chest, pinning him in a kneeled position against the forest floor. The metallic glint catches his eye and leaves him with only the ability to watch as his blood drips down the metal that protrudes from his chest. His blood steaming against the cold air until it too eventually freezes over. He can still feel the pain searing through him as his eye’s finally snap open.

It takes a moment to ground himself, breaths coming out in short gasps as he tries to focus on the room around him. The plain white wall to his right catching his eye as dark shadows suddenly scatter from it and into darker corners of the room. Leaving him alone to stare at where they had gathered.

Eyes, shadows, claws, pain, cold. His mind runs through the main details but doesn’t bother to hold in the rest of the dream. Mostly because he already knows this one by heart. It’s a familiar nightmare, one of many he’s had and one of many he will have. Just an echo of a life long gone before his own ever started.

Just an echo... Unlike the thing he can still sense taking up residence in his room.

His first thought is to ignore it. To try and go back to what little bit of sleep awaits him. It's all just another part of his usual nighttime routine. But something at the back of his mind is screaming at him that the presence feels off. That it’s not one of his usual guests.

So he forces himself to wake further, eyelids still heavy and wanting for sleep. His hazy gaze staring at the wall for some kind of answer that he knows is there. Before finally realizing exactly what’s wrong. It doesn't match the memory of the one in his home.

Right… Of course, it doesn’t. He didn’t want to drive back so late at night so he stayed at the warehouse with the rest of the team. Sleeping in a room made for him but not 'made' for him.

Hell. He knew he should have done a check but the last time he stayed nothing seemed off, so he’d just assumed there were no extra guests. Or that if there truly were any, the agency would have dealt with it.

This is what he gets for letting his guard down.

With a sigh, he finally gives in to the feeling creeping up his spine. Turning to lie on his back, glaring up at the ceiling. At the shadow who watches back.

He'd like to say he was going to just ignore it and pretend he doesn’t see it. Try and get some kind of sleep before he truly has to get up for the day. It’d be stupid for him to just leave it though. Eventually, it’d realize he could sense it and then he’d have to try and dodge it whenever the team was around. Which would lead to more questions he wasn’t ready to answer.

"So I'm guessing this is where you either talk my ear off or try to make my life hell." He flinches as his voice cracks through the air like a whip rather than the whisper it was intended to be.

It tilts its head to the side in response, eyes temporarily blinking in and out of existence. A hand stretches forward from it, hovering inches above his face until he can just barely make out gnarled skin that clings tight to bony fingers.

"I can't help you." His voice holds steady even as it reaches further down, hand brushing against the faint scars on his neck. Skin freezing beneath its touch. He’s sure it can feel his heart pounding in his chest. Maybe this is something he should have been prepared for or at least something he should be used to by now.

But his life has never gotten easier knowing what the touch of death feels like.

The knock comes suddenly. A soft rap against the door that has the shadow snapping its hand back, retreating in a panic as he scrambles out of his covers. His hand blindly fumbling on his bedside table for his glasses. Whipping them immediately to his eyes once he finds them. Trying his best to catch a clearer glimpse of the spirit only to find it gone by the time his glasses sit crooked on his nose.

"Nolan, are you okay?" Nat's concerned voice comes through the door.

He takes a deep breath, rubbing the palms of his hands against his eyes before fixing his glasses firmly into place. "I'm fine." He mumbles before throwing his blankets fully off and getting up to cross the room. He opens the door, leaning heavily against it, and gives her a tired shrug, "Just a bad dream."

She looks at him with a frown, her eyebrows pinched in concern as she takes in the deep bags under his eyes. "Are you sure you're ok? It looks like you haven't been sleeping at all."

"I'm fine Nat,” his voice softens, “Just have had a bunch of late shifts at the police station recently.”

“Of course.” she nods her head in understanding, hands fidgeting restlessly like she wants to say more. She seems to weigh her words before finally deciding to softly ask, “Was it about Murphy?”

“No. Not this time at least,” he shrugs again looking away from her and down the hall. Like he’s afraid someone else might be listening. A sense of paranoia he’s never fully gotten rid of from his relationship with Bobby.

He shakes his head before focusing back on her, “But honestly nightmares are just a…” He pauses as he tries to find the words, “Well they’re just a usual occurrence for me. Even before the whole Murphy fiasco. It’s nothing to worry about.”

She hesitates a moment. Studying him before giving in with a sigh, "Well if you need help with anything you know we'll do our best to help, right?"

"Yes, I’m aware." He smiles softly, "But what I really need right now is coffee."

"You're not going to try and go back to sleep?"

"Couldn't even if I wanted to." He sighs, as he closes the door behind him and begins to walk towards the kitchen. Nat keeping pace with him even though he feels like he’s moving in slow motion.

He’s not going to be able to sleep here again without doing a thorough check-in with the unaccounted for guest that’s roaming around. Should have done a check of the room. Hell, he should have checked the whole warehouse. He knows better. But he’s gotten too complacent by expecting everything to be like his apartment. The safety of it rotting away his built up defenses.

At least, this was a wake-up call with a safety net. If he needs too, really needs to, he can tell the team what the issue is. Of course, that’s a last resort only. Especially considering how past experiences have gone when he’s tried to tell someone he cares about. In his head he knows it’d be different with them, they’re vampires after all. Can’t get much more into the supernatural than being a supernatural.

The main issue would end up being them informing Rebecca about it.

The cold air of the hallway sends a chill down his spine and he finds himself stuffing his hands into his sweatpants pockets, hunching forward slightly as he tries to ignore the growing anxiety building beneath his skin. Rebecca finding out is absolutely the last thing he needs in his life.

Nat watches him, her pace steady as she walks beside him. Looking more and more like she wants to say something else but instead, she forces herself to focus on the hallway ahead of them. He knows she can probably tell that there's something more off with him than he's letting on.

Mercifully she doesn't bring it up.

And it’s not long before they’re sitting across the table from one another, a warm cup of coffee in his hand while she sips on her tea. The whole place feeling unnaturally quiet with the others all asleep.

“Seems like everyone decided to try and get some sleep tonight. So what are you doing up?” he asks to fill the silence.

“I was going to do some reading in the library,” she hums, “I have a couple of series I’m catching up on.”

“You have something you’re not caught up on? With all the time you’ve had?” He smirks as she rolls her eyes.

“I don’t know if you noticed but we’ve been a little busy recently,” she laughs, her fingers tapping gently against her cup.

“Maybe I’ll head that way with you then. I still need to take an actual crack at the library considering all we did last time was research.”

She gives him an unimpressed look, “Right, research.”

“Hey!” he barks out a laugh, “I definitely did research before I got…” he tilts his head to the side with a smirk, “distracted.” Not as distracted as he would have preferred but something he and Mason definitely made up for later.

She groans in complaint, setting her cup down to allow her to massage her temples, “I swear you’re just as bad as him.”

“Thank you.” His smirk turns into a wide grin.

“That was definitely not a compliment.”

“Oh I know.” He wiggles his eyebrows as he takes another sip of coffee.

Nat responding back with a roll of her eyes and immediately hiding her own smile behind her cup. Their soft chatter soon feeling the space and drawing the other in one by one.

Having someone to hang around after a nightmare... It’s nicer than he remembers and something he didn’t realize exactly how much he’s missed.

[backtothestart02bts]

Barry/Iris - HS!AU - role reversal

She almost didn’t do it three times.

She’d thought about it for weeks, months, years, really. She’d obsessed over the prospect of asking Barry Allen since she developed a massive crush on him their freshman year. They were a week away from graduating, which she realized was quite the poor timing on her part. She couldn’t even blame him jumping from one girl to the next - Felicity, Patty, briefly Kara and almost Linda. But Linda knew better. She also wasn’t interested, aside from finding him cute with an incredible singing voice. Which he was and did have, but Iris was in so much deeper than that. Maybe that was why despite Barry being unattached for the better part of senior year, she still hadn’t made a move.

“If you don’t do it, I’ll do it for you,” Linda said, suddenly appearing at her side.

Barry was a short ways down the hall talking with Cisco at his locker. Barry was fairly popular, but he and Cisco were stuck to each other like glue. It was hard to pull them apart. Which was probably another reason Iris had been so reluctant to follow her heart. She didn’t want to get rejected by Barry in front of Cisco to boot. Cisco was a good guy, but humiliation is mortifying no matter which way you looked at it. She didn’t need there to be witnesses.

“I’ll get rid of the short one for you,” Iris heard Linda say, and her protests did nothing to stop her.

After her best friend had lured Cisco away, she not so subtly looked knowingly at Iris, which caused Barry to turn and look at her, and suddenly the two steps she’d taken toward him effectively stopped. She almost stopped breathing when his lips split into a blinding smile as he registered she was the one in Linda’s line of vision.

“Oh, hey, Iris,” he said cheerfully, heading over to her.

“Hey, Barry,” she managed, swallowing hard.

“I didn’t realize you were still here. I thought everyone had left.”

“Ohh, I’m leaving too.” She nodded vigorously, then forced herself to stop. “I just, um... wanted to...” She swallowed again and yelled at herself inwardly to just do it already. “Will you... Will you go out with me, Barry?”

For a split second his face was frozen in place, then a beat later his jaw dropped as he stared at her in shock, and she couldn’t decide what was worse.

“Wh... What?”

She cringed and looked away.

“Please don’t feel like you have to say yes. I mean, say no if you don’t want to. Just don’t spread it around, okay? I couldn’t take the teasing.” She reluctantly looked back up at him, only to be met with mouth still hanging open. “Barry?”

His mouth snapped shut, then he kicked his lips.

“Of course I wouldn’t spread or around, Iris. I’m not that kind of guy.”

Her shoulders slumped.

“No, of course you’re not. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” he rushed to reassure her. “It’s no picnic asking someone out only to be rejected.”

She muttered under her breath.

“And how would you know?”

“Belle. Two years ago.”

Her eyes widened. “Really?”

“I was just a measly sophomore then and way out of her league. After that I was just grateful to get a date.”

Her eyebrows narrowed.

“I don’t remember that.”

“That’s because Ralph started attending here around that time and decided he could win me over by talking me up to all the pretty girls in class.”

Iris thought about it and realized that had been about the time Barry’s popularity had sky-rocketed.

“But enough about me. I’m guessing you want an answer to your question? Or, invitation rather?”

“Huh? Oh, right!” She waved him off. “Don’t worry about it, Barry. I know the answer. I just had to ask. A girl does not have a crush on a boy for four years and not at least try to pursue it at some point.”

“You’ve liked me since freshman year?”

His mouth was hanging open again.

“It doesn’t matter! A no is a no, so-“

“Iris!” He laughed, unable to help himself.

Heat flooded her face.

“You didn’t even let me answer!”

She swallowed again.

“I thought I guessed right.”

He shook his head, took her hand in his and intertwined their fingers, sending her heart racing.

“I’d love to go on a date with you, Iris.” He leaned in so only she could hear him. She could hardly breathe.

“Ohhh...kaaay.”

“Where are we going on our date?” He asked teasingly, taking her other hand in his other one and intertwining those fingers as well.

He was so close now. So close.

“I-I-I don’t know.” She gulped. “I never planned for you to say yes.”

“Well, start thinking, Miss West, because I just did.”

Shivers shot down her spine when he sent that heartstopping beautiful smile her way - and those eyes, wow. And dang it, Linda was right. She should have planned ahead, even for the most impossible scenario.

His forehead brushing hers now though - that was making it very hard for her to think.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Her eyes lifted to his, heat flooding her system.

“What?”

“You are,” he confirmed. “I’ve always thought so. Probably why I was too shy to ask you out.”

“You? Really? But the other girls you dated-“

“What other girls?”

Now her jaw dropped.

She sputtered, “Uhh, Felicity, Kara, Pat-“

“All very pretty girls,” he conceded. “No Iris West.”

She was dumbfounded; rendered speechless.

“You think of a place yet?”

She blew a lock out of her face and spouted out the first thing that came to her.

“Bowling?”

He grinned slowly. “Bowling, it is.”

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EVERGREEN LOVE, part 4

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7 , part 8, part 9

Summary; Roger is at sea sailing from England to Guernsey (French coast), you are at home trying to keep yourself occupied. Waking in the middle of the night you have a flashback to a wild but hilarious night out with Rog. The morning after the storm begins. 

Warnings; Angst, Fluff, Swearing

 wordcount; 2,2k 

Thankyou for reading y’all! I love you to pieces, each and single one of you. I am thinking about making it a series of either 15 or 20 parts, depending on how it’s received! Stay tuned for roadtrips, random adeventures, gigs, concerts, wild summer nights, jealousy, stolen kisses, soft kisses, passionate kisses, and eventually of course some much needed smut ; )

Imagine reader wearing this dress at the party:) 

‘I can't understand you!’ 

You yelled at Roger from the quay. He was trying really hard to tell you something but his voice was completely muted. He was talking with his hands now, trying to tell you something through bodylanguage but you didn't understand. He started to panic, you could see it and you wanted to calm him down but you couldn't reach him.  

         You woke up in the middle of the night, wide awake. Staring at the sealing you tried calming your fussy mind. After a little while you gave up, slid out of bed, put on a big knitted sweater and headed to the kitchen. You weren’t hungry but the kitchen had always been a calming and grounding place to you. You put on a kettle and climbed on the wooden kitchen counter, pulling up your knees so you could sit crossed legged.

You turned to the cupboard and reached for a tea mug. There were three identical mugs, cornflower blue. There had originally been four but Roger had broken one of them when he was drunk one night and had stayed at your place for the first time. You smiled at the  memory.

You had gone out with your roommates to a house party of a friend of Brians. Brian was there with Mary as well as Roger and some other people including one of his bandmembers. That night you were wearing a crazy bright pink glittery dress you once found in a thrift shop and had immediately fallen in love with.  

You eyed around the room looking for Roger but couldn’t find him so you told Ally you would get some drinks. The space wasn’t large and you quickly found him. He was standing at the other side of the room next to Brain, talking to a girl you vaguely recognized from university. You tried being happy for him getting attention from girls, being his friend and all, but felt the opposite. You got three vodka’s and went back to joining Ally and Sam.

After three or four glasses you started feeling giggly.

‘Love your dress, it’s wicked cool.’ You suddenly heard Rogers soft voice behind you. He had a glass of some clear substance in his one hand and a cigarette in the other and pointed at your shoes. ‘Doesn’t go with the shoes though.’

You looked down at your brown leather heals. ‘Too formal.’ He added.

‘Well, your whole outfit doesn’t go together Taylor.’ You shoot back, chin in the air. He was wearing white pants, flowered shirt completely unbuttoned and a silly multicolored hat. It was kinda sexy though but you wouldn’t stroke his ego mentioning it.

‘Exactly, that’s why I love it so much.’ He smirked. ‘They have some excellent vodka, do you fancy a glass?’ He talked in a fake posh accent, voice husky. It made you laugh.

‘I know they do, but get me another one.’ You said, feeling adventurous in your flamboyant dress. You saw Ally softly shaking her head. ‘I’m not holding you while you vomit tonight.’

‘I won’t vomit.’ You said indignantly. ‘I feel as fit as a fiddle.’

‘If you say so.’

Roger came back with two glasses, his own refilled.

‘I have a stomach of steel, I never throw up.’ You claimed, took the glass and gulped it down in one motion. You saw Roger looking at you, impressed.

‘She’s your concern now, mr.’ Ally said pointing her finger at Roger. ‘Stop feeding her alcohol.’

Roger looked at her innocently. ‘I’ll take care of her, don’t you worry. And I’ll make sure she further keeps away from the alcohol, promise.’ You noticed he slurred a bit, revealing he had too much to drink as well.

‘You should too.’ Ally added. Roger opened his mouth to say something clever but you came in between.

‘I feel like DANCING.’ You suddenly announced, breaking of their little argument as an Elvis song came blasting through the speakers.

‘Excellent idea.’ Roger said and grabbed your arm.

‘They are both positively insane.’ You could hear Ally telling Sam before Roger dragged you to the dancefloor, slightly concerned but laughter tracing her voice.

Roger turned out to be a terrible dancer, his dance moves all silly and wild. It made you laugh out loud, the way he didn’t care about anything or anyone, just expressing himself.  

You were swirling and twirling around each other, feeling liquid in the crowded space.  

‘We’re going.’ Ally and Sam came to say goodbye, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. ‘Try not to make too much noise when you come home.’ And with that they were gone.

It was past 3 when you and Roger finally reached home as well, stumbling through the front door. You felt a bit nauseous, a feeling that gradually became worse.

‘Rog. Rog.’

‘Y/N, Y/N.’ He teased.

‘Roger, I’m gonna puke.’

‘Yikes, seriously girl? What happened to that stomach of steel we talked about?’

‘That’s…. gone.’ You managed to get out before running to the kitchen, throwing up in the sink.

So it wasn’t Ally who ended up holding you while you vomited, but Roger, rubbing lazy circles on your shoulder blades.

‘I really should keep a better eye on you next time’, he said, turning on the tap.

When you sobered up a bit you sat down on a chair, feeling much better.

‘God, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.’ He pinched your nose bridge. You stuck your tongue out at him.

‘Well you look like spring itself.’ You said sarcastically. He most certainly did not.

‘I do know that.’ He was leaning with his back against the kitchen counter, drumming his hands on the wood, always restless. Sometimes you wondered if he had ADHD.’ ‘Where are your cups?’ He asked and put the kettle on.

You pointed with your chin to the left cupboard. ‘Take the blue ones.’

He opened the cupboards taking the mugs out, but being still clumsy from the alcohol one slipped out of his hands, scattering on the kitchen floor.

He immediately turned to you, face guilty. ‘Don’t kill me! I can’t be hold accountable for drunk Roger, he isn’t me.’ He brought out defensive.

You groaned.

‘I can totally glue everything together no problem whatsoever love.’ He squatted down to pick up the pieces but you quickly bended over to swat his hand away.

‘Don’t! You’ll cut yourself.’ As if he could ever glue those tiny shards together, you thought. ‘I’ll clean it up.’

‘Okay.’ He stood up and stretched his body. You couldn’t help but notice his still bare torso when you got up too, fighting to urge to warm your cold hands against his skin.

You disappeared to look for a broom and when you came back Roger was gone. You quickly got rid of the shards and headed to your room, finding Roger passed out on your bed, taking up all the space.

‘Rog, wake up.’ You tried, grabbing and pulling his wrists. His body was warm and heavy and he wouldn’t move. You shook his shoulders. ‘Roger Meddows-Taylor. Wake the fuck up and get your ass off my bed.’ You tried raising your voice. He just groaned.

‘Fine.’ You muttered, pulling out your pillow from under his head making him mumble in protest, took a blanket and headed to the couch where you spent the night.

The sound of the kettle snapped you back to the present. You poured the water in a mug and yawned, feeling a little better. Everything would be alright you thought while sliding of the kitchen counter and returning back to bed. While snuggling in the warmth of your blankets you thought about the boys, all alone at sea. They had probably thrown out an anchor and were now lying still. You decided to have a little faith as worrying wouldn’t keep them safe.

Meanwhile Roger was lying on his back at the front deck of the boat, unable to fall asleep. He was looking up at the sky, amazed at the amount of stars and the vastness of the universe. He was smoking a cigarette, blowing the smoke into the cold air and shivered. It was bloody freezing. He wrapped his jacket tighter around his body.

They weren’t even half way. The wind hadn’t been on their side and the journey took way longer then Steven had claimed it to be. Roger had gotten angry at him. That arrogant wanker, he had thought. Maybe Y/N had been right all along.

‘Nothing to worry about’ Steven had defended himself. ‘I’ve sailed through multiple storms and the wind will shift tomorrow, we’ll make it.’ He had said, but Brian had thrown Roger a look; his eyes telling him everything he felt himself.

He had tried to convince Steven to sail through the night, but Steven had thrown that idea over board immediately saying he couldn’t trust on a compass alone as it was dark and he was tired.  

      Roger took another drag of his cigarette, looking at the constellations trying to find the figures Brian had once showed him when they were younger. He could only find the god of war Orion, who was son of Poseidon god of the sea and wondered if it was a sign. What kind of sign he wasn’t completely sure off.  

 The following morning you woke up noticing instantaneously it was incredibly silent, as if it had been snowing.

You dressed yourself, took some left over pie and headed outside.

But it hadn’t snowed. There was just no wind at all. It sent shivers down your spine.  

Ally had heard you walking out without saying goodbye and joined you outside.

‘You okay honey?’ She asked. Her honey-blonde hair still messy from just waking up.

‘Do you know those little sheds they have at the bay that communicate with people at sea?’ You asked instead of answering.

‘Yea?’

‘Do you think Brian and Roger have such devices on board to communicate with the mainland?’

‘I don’t know, why didn’t you ask them before?’

‘I only just thought of it. I’m going there to find out.’

Ally frowned. ‘Are you sure, I don’t think that’s a good idea honey.’

‘Why.’ You asked slightly irritated.

‘Because it’s not gonna help, you’re just going to be worried sick.’ She explained.  

‘But I’m already worried sick. He’s fucking out there and I need to know that he’s alright.’ You snapped, immediately wishing you could take it back.

Ally fell silent. ‘Yea, I understand…. Just get home before the storm starts.’

You nodded, following her back in to get some rainboots and a thick jacket.

You took the train to the east coast and headed towards the port. Asking around a bit you found out there was indeed a post that kept contact with boats on sea.

‘I don’t think there’s a sane person on the water love.’ A fisherman you spoke to had stated. No, there was no sane person on sea. But Roger was.

‘You have a lover on sea sweatpea?’ Another fisherman you spoke to had asked. You shook your head. ‘Not really.’ You had smiled politely, feeling a little sad.

You found the post at the westside of the Bay; a small shed that was once red but had now a faded pinkish color. Relieved you saw a guy sitting in front of a desk through the window, looking out over sea. You knocked on the door. It took a while but finally the man opened it. He was old and looked like a captain, having a thick white beard.

‘What can I do for you missy?’ He asked with a hoarse voice.

‘Do you have contact with boats on sea?’ You asked.

‘Yes, I do, but I haven’t heard anything for a long while, meaning they probably reached mainland.’ You felt your stomach drop, it was too early for that. They couldn’t have reached Guernsey this early. Or they hadn’t brought any devices, that was also a likely option. The man had probably noticed the concern in your face. ‘Wanna come inside? Wind’s picking up.’ He said.

You hadn’t noticed but the wind had indeed picked up, playing softly with your hair.

You nodded, stepping inside. ‘Have you had contact with a sailing boat called wildflower earlier today or yesterday?’ You asked while sitting down on a wooden box. The man frowned. Can’t say I have. You looked out of the window at some seaguls, soaring in the wind. You could see the waves getting wilder. You sighed.

‘Who’s on there love?’ The man asked.

‘Just a really good friend of mine.’

‘You must love him a lot then?’ It sounded more like a statement then a question. You nodded. ‘Yes. Yes I do.’

At sea the waves were getting higher. The wood was creaking heavily at the waves being thrown at it. Roger was grabbing himself onto one of the masts to prevent himself from being thrown around the boat like a sack of potatoes. He was so incredibly pissed at everything. Everyone was shouting to make themselves heard above the loud crashing of the waves. The clear sky from the night before was now covered with thick clouds and it had started raining softly. The water felt like ice on Rogers skin, he had forgotten what warmth felt like. But then he thought of you. You and your worried little mind. When he would reach the mainland he should definitely make a call to the people who knew about his little adventure, you included.

That thought got quickly thrown out of his mind though, as the boat got thrown almost horizontally, causing everybody on board to be smashed against the railing and almost overboard. One of the sails was slowly but surely coming down with the most horrible sound, crashing on deck and breaking the wood. The last thing Roger remembered was a large piece of wood coming down at him before he blacked out.

TO BE CONTINUED!  

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[poeticandvaguelysweet]

Prompt #228 - things that go bump in the night

ANON: Set after Fallen Kingdom. Maisie has a nightmare about Lockwood Manor and Clawen be the hella good parents that we all know they are and comfort her. Angsty but fluffy at the same time.

I'm realising now that nothing goes bump in this fic. Title is staying.

AO3 - In the Woods Somewhere

THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT 

Nights were no longer silent. 

Owen had secluded himself far enough from civilisation that the noises of the world left him be, there was nothing but animals in the dark out by his cabin. In Claire’s apartment he felt exposed; as cars passed with a consistent infrequency once the sun went down; people were loud walking home, rowdy from a night out, warm boxes of pizza clutched tightly in their hands.

It wasn’t just street noise that filled the home, but the whimpers of the women in his life filtered through the night; slipping between the floorboards and crawling under the rugs until they whispered against his ear.

He tried to sleep around it. Tried to switch his ears off to the bumps in the night in order to let himself get some rest. If he wasn’t sleeping the rest of them were falling apart. Someone needed to be the glue and Owen was determined to be that for both Claire and Maisie in the wake of their dinosaur induced traumas. He didn’t worry about himself, was too busy focusing on them to think about his own struggles. 

Claire was curled beside him, caught in the deep stages of sleep, seemingly rid of her usual nightmares. He was surprised that nothing was plaguing her mind and keeping her up. It was their first night home away from the pandemonium of Lockwood Manor and ensuring Maisie could legally be theirs. She had tossed and turned the first few nights after the incident, whimpers filtering out of her; more or less related to the gouge in her leg than monsters in her head. Now, in the comforts of her home with fresh linen and new sleepwear, Claire was peacefully out to the world; free from pain and suffering. 

Owen relaxed into the mattress, overactive mind finally settling around the sounds of her apartment; no longer flinching at the hum of the refrigerator and finally drowning out the tick of the clock in the hall. He was giving himself to the mattress, feeling it swallow him whole when a sharp and sure scream rattled its way up the walls. 

He was up in a second, throwing himself out of bed, not thinking of how the movement might wake Claire. His only thought was Maisie. She had been quiet in the few nights they had before coming to Claire’s home. Her sleep undisturbed by vicious thoughts. He knew she wasn’t sleeping through the night, could see it in her tired expression as worry twisted in his gut. She needed to sleep. They all needed to sleep. She wouldn’t talk about it or admit it and Owen figured she would exhaust herself at some point. But, she was nine-years-old and there were creatures stalking her thoughts that had once existed in the physical realm. How could he blame her for wakeful nights?

Her scream scampered across the floor, banging like a banshee in a cage as it clambered up his spine and dragged his heart into his throat. The sound was a physical entity, a ghost of the girl herself pouncing onto the bed he shared with Claire. He felt her move beside him, Owen already out of the sheets. 

Stumbling down the hall, he followed the sound of Maisie’s cries that led him directly into the spare room that was destined to be hers and the bed he had personally tucked her into. 

Maisie was tangled in her sheets, fighting a monster that wasn’t there as his large hands moved to free her, catching fabric in the dark of the night as a light in the hallway was switched on by Claire. It filled the room softly, sliding into cracks and corners all while settling an amber light across the girl’s face. Her eyes were squeezed closed, tears pushing through her lashes. He felt Claire’s warmth join them as her shadow in the doorway blocked out some of the light. 

‘Maisie.’ Owen called, trying to reach into the depths of her dream with a soft and soothing voice. ‘You’re okay, Maisie.’ He had a firm hand on her leg, not restricting but grounding. ‘We’re in San Francisco, with Claire.’ He couldn’t remember how many times he had done this with Claire after Jurassic World fell, sitting in a hotel room in Costa Rica. It had worked for Claire as it had worked for him when the tables turned and there was no doubt it would succeed in pulling Maisie from her nightmares. 

He just wanted her to stop screaming, the sound dancing with his memories of the girl in her bedroom. Whatever Maisie was seeing behind closed eyes, Owen knew it was terrifying and she had every right to be scared. But, it wasn’t reality. There was a quiet world stretched before her, still sleeping in the early hours of the morning as he felt Claire’s shoulder brush his knee, his companion kneeling beside Maisie’s bed. Her hand found the girl’s hair,  her touch soft as she stroked the back of her hand over sweaty locks, heart aching alongside his for the girl they sheltered and brought home. 

‘Maisie.’ Claire tried it for herself, voice soft and slick with sleep. 

The girl’s eyes popped open, wide and frantic as brown irises darted back and forth in the dim light of the overflow. Claire’s hand moved from her head to slide down the girl’s back holding a steady position in anchoring the child as she sat upright, blinking at both of them. Maisie couldn’t hide the tremors in her hands and the shake down her spine, or the sweat on her forehead. She was panting like she had been running for miles instead of fighting her blankets. 

There was silence; no one spoke as Claire stroked Maisie’s hair and Owen watched her for physical scars. ‘It––It got you.’ Maisie cried, expression breaking as she threw herself into Owen’s lap, Claire’s hand temporarily losing contact with her back. ‘Blue didn’t get there in time.’ He had been in her room at Lockwood, weapon in hand, unaware of how many bullets he had left. It wasn’t enough to take the Indoraptor down, but it had bought them enough time for Blue to come to their rescue. That wasn’t the case in Maisie’s dreams.

‘I’m right here.’ He told her, arm wrapped around her back as his eyes looked for Claire’s; helplessness swimming in his dark depths. It was different with Claire. She was an adult. Her nightmares stemmed from responsibility. Maisie was a little girl who saw real monsters chase after her and those she was beginning to love. How could he fix her when her fears were somewhat logically sound? ‘Nothin’s takin’ me away, okay?’ He squeezed her, the girl sniffling in his arms. ‘Hey, you know it was you who got us out of there?’ He asked, thought dawning on him as Maisie shook her head against his chest. ‘You knew how to climb to the roof.’ Ultimately, he would have figured it out had she not said anything; nevertheless Maisie took the lead, she knew what to do. Owen just carried her out to the balcony. 

‘But it followed us.’ Maisie sniffled, voice muffled by her face pressed into his chest, her fingers curled tightly around a fistful of his shirt. Claire picked herself up off the floor, hand leaving Maisie while she picked up Henry the elephant, a small plush she had salvaged from her bedroom in her grandfather’s manor. 

Claire sat beside them, her hand returning to Maisie’s back as she held the elephant in her other. ‘And who followed the Indoraptor?’ His hand met Claire’s on Maisie’s back, their fingers brushing past each other as they moved in different directions across the girl’s spine. 

Maisie was quiet, thinking long and hard before her head moved against his chest, changing cheeks as her face revealed itself to Claire in the dark. ‘Claire did.’ The girl squeaked, small hand leaving Owen’s lap to touch her fingers against Claire’s wrist, where the grey elephant sat. 

‘And she always will, Maisie.’ There was something about the dark that kept his tone soft, soothing, slipping into their minds like a cooling balm. ‘No matter what, Claire and I are always going to be there. Together or apart. At least one of us will have your back, sweetheart, I promise.’  Claire nodded beside him, echoing a tiny ‘promise’ with a comforting smile. 

The girl took her elephant, curling the toy into her chest as Claire’s free fingers wiped away at a few stray tears shining on Maisie’s cheeks. ‘We’ve got you.’ Claire admitted, the words naturally climbing up her throat alongside the need to pull that girl into her own arms and comfort her how she wanted. The feeling was still surprising and overwhelmed her at moments, but It felt good; strange and unfamiliar but good. They were responsible for her. This little life who perched herself against the car window and watched the world go by like she had never seen it before. She asked passionate and curious questions, keeping Claire busy as she tried to answer them all while filling the girl full of promises for the future. 

‘I don’t want to go back to sleep.’ Maisie whispered, scared to admit it, elephant covering her face like she was a little girl. 

Claire leant in, fingers pulling at the ear of the elephant. ‘You don’t have to.’ She promised, finger stroking down the slope of the girl’s nose. Her eyes raised to Owen’s, silent conversation passing between the two of them. If she didn’t want to sleep they weren’t going to force her but it was inevitable that her eyes would close and the nightmares would return again. ‘Do you want to come to our bed?’ She asked, faces so close the light from the hallway had disappeared altogether. Owen’s chest rose and fell against their cheeks, his lungs and heart the sound in their ears as Maisie waited, processing the offer at hand. 

‘Yes please.’ She barely managed to squeak, lips forming around the words as Claire read the nod of her head. Claire gave Owen the okay before she pulled away so the large man could stand; holding the small girl to his chest like he was tree that had put in roots under her bed, mattress returning to its life around him. 

Claire slipped around him, stepping ahead of Owen as her feet padded across the floorboards, stopping only when she reached the side of her bed; climbing in and pulling the covers back Claire made sure the bedside light was on and ready. 

Owen switched the hallway light off, leaving the bathroom one on as a nightlight while mentally telling himself they needed to buy a proper one. Claire’s arms were open for the second Maisie’s toes hit the mattress in the master bedroom. The girl transferred arms, leaving Owen’s embrace to tuck herself into Claire’s side as the woman helped the girl bury herself under thick blankets. He waited until they were comfortable before Owen handed over a book he had grabbed before leaving Maisie’s room. Claire looked at it, studying the cover before she took it from his hands.

‘Would you like me to read?’ She asked Maisie, showing the girl the book as Owen settled in beside them. Maisie gave her an easy nod as she curled deeper against Claire’s side, her head sitting on her chest.

It took them all a minute to get comfortable, shuffling and shifting until they found their place. The book was open in Claire’s lap, first pages ready as she began to divulge Lyra’s world to Maisie. Through The Golden Compass the rest of their night lost to the secondhand pages of a borrowed book. 

[hotcocosharing]

Lose To Win Chapter 19: To Victory

Title: Lose To Win Chapter 19 Fandom: Kiss By The Baddest Bidder & Her Love In The Force Rated: Drama, Thriller, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mystery? MPD’s MC: Mika HIJIKATA KBTBB’s MC: Mia SAKATA Characters: Goto, Kaga, Shuichi, Eisuke, Soryu, Mamoru, Baba, Ota

Summary: What bidders do when they win? PARTY! WHAT HAPPEN when Mika is drunk- SMUT and what do I love most? Smut AND Angst. Mind you, this IS LONG but meh ;) Background: Mika went to the Tres Spades Hotel under Eisuke’s request. (Order) and led to seeing her ex- Hyogo Kaga. With Namba’s persuasion, Eisuke agrees to work with Public Safety, going on an eight days cruise trip with Kaga, Goto and Mika. What kind of mystery and danger await? You have no idea!

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ Chapter 1: The Reunion Chapter 2: RSVP Chapter 3: Recharge Chapter 4: Welcome Back Chapter 5: Decision Of A Lifetime Chapter 6: Our Story Chapter 7: Stress Release Chapter 8: Play Thing Chapter 9: What The Three Words Mean Chapter 10: A Real Man Chapter 11: The CEO Chapter 12: Boarding Chapter 13: What Did You Wish For? Chapter 14: Don’t Tease Me Chapter 15: One Hell Of A Night Chapter 16: Feeling Lucky? Chapter 17: Left In The Past Chapter 18: Poker Face

Chapter 19: To Victory 

“To victory!!”

Baba and Ota shout, with this everyone else downing their glasses in celebration. Laughter echoes throughout the VIP suite from glasses being filled to waving bottles in the air, drunken bidders are soon lying all over the suite, barely conscious. There’s no mention of next plan, not even after Eisuke has carried your black out sister upstairs and you’re pretty sure she’ll walk funny tomorrow. Goto has gone back to your room and reports live to Jin while you continue the party with the team, such funny word- working with the criminals you despise and got away, now force to work together.

Chuckling heartily at the sight, you wobble your way out to the balcony while Kaga yells from behind. “I am NOT jumping into the water to save you AGAIN, woman!”

“Hehehe, that was soooo much fun!” You say with a hiccup.

“IT WAS DECEMBER!”

A gust of wind buffets you as you slide open the french door, “But it was the first time you said I love you.”

Ignoring your ex fiancé murmuring from behind while you stumble to the railing. “Seriously, you’re gonna be the end of me.”

Following you out to the balcony, Kaga cups your cheeks and hungrily seals your lips, only pausing in between to finish what he’s saying, “You are drunk.” “And?”

“And I like how horny you get.” He smirks and scoops you up in bridal style and leaves the penthouse.

The grand thief suddenly says and grins at Soryu, “Just go after her.”

“Why would I?

Massaging his temples with his fingers, Baba says, “At least be honest to yourself, Sor. You couldn’t take your eyes of Mika the entire night.”

“Oh please his eyes were glue to her, so creepy, right? Old man?” Even the angelic artist joins the confrontation, Mamoru coughs without answering, he’s been finishing one cigarette after another, his eyes also glue to Mika Hijikata the entire time through the layers of smoke.

[ SMUT ALERT ]

“Hey!” A half stern and half cracked voice stop the two of you from swiping the key card, turning around to see the mobster standing with his arms crossed, displeased. “This is my room too.”

Kaga rolls his eyes as your giggles draw a shade of pink on Soryu’s stern face, none of you state the obvious that he wants to be part of something that he’s ashamed to admit. Kicking the door open, Kaga pulls you in. Keeping eye contact with the ex who has recently confessed his love to you once again during sex couple days ago, you’re still in no state to decide how big of a mistake it would be for sleeping with him again during a mission but you should have stopped yourself from drinking in the first place.

Now is simply all too late.

You slowly sink to your knees, hands already on his fly. “That impatient huh?” He smirks before stealing a glance at Soryu who’s still standing hesitantly by the door. “Loosen up, will ya?”

The mobster’s breathing changes as you pull down Kaga’s zipper and get rid of his unnecessary undergarments, showing his glorious cock for a quick second before you lick from the base to its tip. Grabbing hold of his member, you start pumping teasingly while gently massaging his balls.

“Ahhhh… You are so fucking good at this.” Kaga gravelly groans and grips your hair, pushing you forward and takes his eight inches. You quicken your pace as he applies a light force on your head, “Fuck!!!” He hisses, you can taste his pre cum hitting the back of your throat, imagining the anger and jealousy boiling up inside the quiet mobster make you suck harder and faster.

“Slow down, we have got a long night ahead.” You let go and wipe away the glistening saliva surround your mouth, you turn around and look at Soryu as you lick your lips seductively. He gulps with fire burning in his eyes then pulls you right up.

“Now are you ready to have some fun?” Kaga throws the taunting question while you get up and face the blushing Soryu, biting your lips, you lean in for a kiss but he consciously withdraws, he isn’t keen on tasting Kaga’s dick, fair enough. You start nipping his neck instead which is exactly what he needs, a breaking point- your kisses move down to his chest with hands pinching his nipples. Hyogo Kaga watches with amusement, jealous? Not so much, although he never quite likes the idea of SHARING you but this is what you want then he will satisfy you- he always does. Plus he isn’t going to pass a chance of mocking how reserve the boss of Ice Dragons is in bed.

Your mouth steadily going lower until you reach them hem of Soryu’s pants, tracing the outline of his bulge lightly with your index finger and your mouth making its way to the growing arrousal, kissing him through the grey fabric. Soryu gently lifts your head up, gazing you with dazed eyes.

“Take them off if you want.” It isn’t a command, you are simply stating the fact- if Soryu wants you then he will do it here with another man’s presence; he will share you if he wants you. Plain and simple, all he needs to do is decide what he wants or if he truly wants you at all.

Once Soryu is free from his clothes, you get down again and your tongue trace a slow path along his inner thigh licking your way to his painfully harden member. You couldn’t help but tease his a little more, wrapping your hands around it and stroke from the bottom to top. You glance upwards to meet his closed eyes, craving more with anticipation. Alternating the rhythm between strokes and sending bliss all over the mobster’s body.

Getting bolder you open your lips and let his tip glide into your mouth, sucking ever so lightly on it, causing a quick moan from deep down Soryu’s throat. His eyes remain close tightly, now that he’s moaned and imagining Kaga’s devilish grin isn’t helping. Soryu’s hips bucking up and he has to use all his willpower not to slip another moan while you take him deeper and faster, bobbing your head in his desired pace.

Removing your mouth from his shaft, gliding your tongue along his underside before swirling around his tip, enjoying his cock like your favorite Iollipop. His hips bucks higher suddenly along with a long and VERY LOUD groan his seeds explodes into your mouth. Your eyes widen by the warm surprise at the new sensation of having his release dripping from the corner of your lips down to your chin after you’ve swallowed most of it. Soryu’s fingers losses from your head and looks at you apologetically. “Honestly, you are too good.”

Kaga chuckles, both of you turn around to see him laying a bunch of condoms from the nightstand. The captain kneels on the bed and motions you with this chin, he swiftly removes your panties as soon as you’re within reach. Your eyes are still captivated by his fully enlarged and protected member that’s eagerly entering your moist cavern while Soryu’s shaking hands move onto your alluring body, groping your breasts and breathing heavily as the tip of his cock joins and stretches your occupied pussy.

Moans escape your lips as both enormous shafts bury inside of you, they give you all the time to adjust until you nod to Soryu while you grab Kaga and kiss him hungrily. The mobster’s eyes burn with jealousy, you know that but mainly because you are craving for his touches and kisses, Hyogo Kaga is a drug and there’s no stopping once you’ve started.

“Do you like it rough?” Kaga asks.

“Hmm hmm.” You don’t want to waste energy in answering but his head turns to the side and stares at Soryu, obviously not going to continue the kissing. “Tell us what you want us to do to you.” Kaga’s voice is firm but neither challenging nor demanding, slightly amused maybe. This isn’t for himself, it’s for Soryu.

You try catching your breath and meet the mobster’s longing gazes, “I want you both to fuck me as hard as possible, make me cum again and again.”

Soryu’s eyes darken, especially when Kaga reminds him to hurry up. “You heard the lady, mob boss.”

Soryu’s pants grow harsh and you’d feel his dick getting bigger, “Does it hurt?” Such a sweetheart at a time like this, so much different than the times he bursted through your old apartment where he just pinned you down and had his release out in a rushed.

This time is completely different.

Your reassurance is what he needs, “I want you to make me moan Soryu.”

He is helpless when it comes to you, you are his weak spot but he gladly obliges. One look from you is enough to send shivers down his spine, picking up his pace, Soryu slams into you harder, rougher and spot on. His hands on the bed to support his weight, Kaga brings his lips back to your ears and neck, biting and licking just the way you like it. As you’re lost between Kaga’s intoxicating kisses and Soryu’s rhythmic thrusts, your hip begin to buck up and down on its own, causing Kaga to drive his tongue down your throat.

“Do you like it?” He asks with a cocky smirk with saliva oozing down his chin, his sexy voice rings throughout the room. “Is this what you’ve always wanted? Two cocks inside you, fucking you non stop?”

“Only with men who can make me wet.” Your words register in Soryu’s head as he leans in and crashes his lips to yours, both of you moaning into the kiss as agreement. This is beyond sexy and lustrous, your ex fiancé and your crush, both moaning, panting; their heated bodies sliding in and out of you, the sight and erotic sound make you hornier than ever.

Soryu’s lips temporarily leave yours, “You’re so wet for me baby, sing for me.” His arousing groans nearly melt you as Kaga’s hand moves to your core with his fingers rubbing fiercely over your nub. “Oh my god!” He’s always known what to say and do to you, your sensitive and favourite spots, even the fantasy of being watched and pounded by your crush while your ex is right behind contrast between the two men is insane; one is slamming at a mad pace while the other increases the pleasure with his gentler thrusts but still satisfyingly on spot.

“Kaga,” You swallow, throat dry from all the moaning and screaming, “I’m gonna….cum..if you…” With a kiss to your earlobe, your ex fiancé smirks. “I know, it’s your punishment,” His breath becomes more uneven, “for STILL calling me by my last name.” He speeds up right after his final word and you come undone in seconds with both their fully erected cocks still fucking your over sensitive pussy.

“Harder.” You say with a whisper, “Fuck me harder, Soryu.”

And the mobster does what he’s told, thrusting deep and hard into you, “Moan my name.” He pushes further.

“YES!! Ahh!! FUCK ME…HARDER! Soryu! Yes!!” You moan loudly through each word, igniting both men further more.

“What a horny needy woman.” Kara mocks but you know he likes it, he just isn’t comfortable enough to say the actual words in front of Soryu.

“And you love it.” You remind him and he picks up his pace from below, matching the mobster. The slapping sounds of your bodies meeting each other, filling the room with sweet and blissful musical. Each moan gets louder and louder with each thrust, you’re close again, feeling it build up in the pit of your stomach and your walls are beginning to quiver around both cocks.

“Fuck!!!!” You YELL in pure ecstasy and everything turn white. Your pussy still clenching around their dicks, Soryu reaches his climax almost right after you. Kaga pushes you down, pulls you out and lifts your ass up in the air as soon as Soryu leaves the bed. By the time Kaga renters, you gasp at the feeling of his raw and familiar dick inside you- just fucking perfect. He fucks you frantically for another good ten minutes before he finally comes hard, savouring every second as he rides out his orgasm. You could feel his cock twitching and with each release, he lets out a heavenly growl that echoes through the room.

You collapse on your back and Kaga lays next to you, Soryu finishes cleaning himself up and stands at the edge of bed. “Come on,” You smile, the mobster climbs and joins. All three of you lying on bed, you turn to both sides and peak their cheeks without saying a word.

[ ANGST ALERT ]

SORYU’S POV

Before Mika Hijikata comes into my life, I never even like women, apart from her twin sister Mia who’s completely held Eisuke’s heart captive.

I haven’t been the same person ever since, distractrd, soft hearted, having my judgement clouded and rage has taken over me.

After the long and heated sex with them, I soon close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. Sharing a woman is weird enough for me, I can’t stand a conversation with those two afterwards.

“So what’s your story with him?” I could hear Kaga asking. It’s obvious the two had history, they did bang in Eisuke’s office as soon as they’re left alone but none of us expected them to be engaged. My heart couldn’t sink any lower at how close they remain regardless of all their bickering, the kind of understanding they share is something I know Mika and I could never have. Mika’s warm hand strokes my bangs a few times to make sure I’m sound asleep before sharing her previous mission and unfortunate encounter with us.

“Did you two sleep together?”

“Does it matter?”

“No, but the poor guy is head over heels for you.”

“He isn’t, I’m a cop, he’s a mobster. It can’t be anymore obvious.”

Yes, it couldn’t be anymore obvious but to actually hear it from her lips, my heart is ripped in two. “Oh please, if you’re into the guy, you would quit the force.” “That I would but he’s an actual criminal plus …. I realize he has sides that I don’t wish to see again, I will never be with a man who can’t take no for an answer or let anger gets the better of him as some kind of reason.” Hearing those two starting another private round in the bathroom while I twist and turn at her last comment, aching every single cell of mine and cursing myself for the stupid actions I had made, to forever put an end to a woman who’s been stuck in my heart since the beginning. Mika Hijikata is my weakness. If anything happens to her, I’ll do anything to save her, anything.

“We fall in love with one version of someone and we expect them to stay that way but they never do.“- Olivia Wilde

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6. Sweat and blood

“Hit me.“ Jack said, fists in front of his face, getting his gloves up. This bitch could be sneaky sometimes. "Come on, don’t be shy Babe.”

He was sure to piss her off. She hated when he called her Honey, but giving her some Babe or Love would throw him into bigger troubles.

“Never call me that again.” She growled, throwing a side kick in his ribs. He blocked her kick easily with his elbow and waved at her to fight harder.

“Show me what you’re made of, Love.” He teased her, blowing her a kiss.

She attacked him, punching restlessly in his abs, hard as stone. She was not known to be a fragile pussy, she had been taught to fight like a tigress but something was keeping her from knocking him down.

“Shut the fuck up McClane. Fight back!”

Jack smirked and threw a punch towards her face which she avoided by bending her upper body to the side.

“Come closer Honey, don’t hold back. I won’t bite. Unless you ask me to.”

She had asked him to practice a bit, all those weeks spent to do nothing but filing files and snapping shots was nerve wrecking. She needed some action. Adding the frustration to have this asshole teasing her with some fucking ridiculous pet names and she was ready to kill anyone with her bare hands. Glancing at McClane doing his daily hundred push ups, muscles tight and glistening with sweat, along with the low grunts escaping from his throat from the effort didn’t help.

Fighting seemed to be the right release. So wrong. Being so close to him, touching him even through punches or elbow kicks, made her feel weird. Why did he have to practice shirtless ? Dammit!

A slap in the face made her come back to Earth.  “Honey! You should focus on my eyes, this way up!” He laughed at her, pointing two fingers at his fucking blue eyes.

Why had he to wear a so damn adorable smile? Cheeky bastard!

She startled and blushed furiously. He took her off guard and hit her, which had never happened before. Which should never have happened. And he caught her in the act of staring at his abs. Goddammit McClane! Stop being so sexy, asshole!

“Don’t worry Love, let’s say those cute cheeks got red because of the slap!”

Her blood boiled, both by anger and desire. She clenched her teeth and her fists and growled.

“Shut the fuck up McClane!”

She throws a backspin kick, aiming at his damn cute face with her heel, but Jack swiftly caught her ankle and hooked her leg on his shoulder, grabbing her waist to keep balance.

A devilish smile of victory taped on his stupid face, Jack stepped forward and closed the distance between their panting and sweating bodies.  Years of yoga, gymnastics and martial arts practice had her amazingly flexible, so she didn’t flinch where her thigh almost touched her shoulder.

“You’re damn loose-limbed Honey. I could already figure out nice ways to benefit from such a skill.” Jack whispered in a sultry ton, so close to her face they were breathing the same air.

“I’m tired of you McClane. Don’t you have any other focus in life than my ass and what you want to do with it?” Jack gasped for air at the thought and narrowed his eyes to stay tuned. He wasn’t sure he would be able to keep his cock in his pants if she teased him like that.

“I’m only focused on one goal: have this mission done so I could fly back home, pleased and delighted to get rid of you. Honey. ” He emphasized the last word, and leant forward, his nose grazing along her jawline.

She chuckled to hide the shiver that was running through her spine and laced her hands behind his neck. His musky scent was intoxicating and she could feel the heat coming from both their waists.

Damn, aren’t sweaty men supposed to stink? Why is he SO attractive?

Her face softened and she sighed in his ear. “Do you think you could handle me McClane?

He swallowed hard, thought hard, every piece of his body was rock hard before such a challenge. This moment was worth the wait. She’s so sexy, promising him Heaven, stuck in his arms.

"I’m so fucking ready to handle you, however you like, Honey.” His heartbeat raced twice, as the heat rose from his body. Jesus they were so close…

Shade purposely brushed her lips across his jawline, moaning and tugging on his neck.

Her knee crushing his balls knocking him out. Using her grip on his neck, she jumped and threw her knee straight in his crotch, making him drop her waist and mew like a lost kitty. Falling heavily on his knees, his face twisted in an awful grimace, his hands cupping his late crashed balls, Jack winced in pain, and growled loudly before resting his forehead on the ground.

Shade crouched down and patted his back.

“I warned you not to call me Honey.

"Bitch!” He groaned through his teeth.

“That’s better."  She laughed then became serious again. "I told you, you couldn’t handle me, McLane.”

Jack rolled on his side, still curled up like a wounded animal, helplessly rocking his three set. Watching his so-called wife turning on heel and leave the living room, he just yelled in anger.

“Fuck! Shade!” *

The next couple of days were nightmares.  Shade hadn’t been very talkative or receptive to Jack’s jokes before the ‘incident’, but now it was worse. Jack was pouting, mute, and humiliated. He looked so miserable Shade even didn’t want to mock him. They shared their lunch without a word and shifted silently.

Around 8 pm that day, Shade finally opened her mouth and ordered:

“They’re moving. Les Bains Douches. One hour. Get ready.” She threw her Phone for him to read the text their French contact just sent.

“What? Like bathhouse? What the fuck are they going to public bathhouse at night?”

“Jack” she sighed. “Les Bains Douches! like the famous VIP nightclub. Parisian nightlife: Champagne and cocaïne. Our friends have an appointment with their contacts. ”

“OK.” He just grumbled, somewhat happy to go out of the room. Paris had been waiting for them for weeks and they barely had put their feet on the cobbled streets since they arrived.

Shade magically showed up less than fifteen minutes later, moulded in a stunning mid thigh black dress, bare back and deep dip, the cut to the side forcing Jack’s eyes wandering along her endless thigh, his mouth suddenly dry.  She was walking towards him, confidently perched on silver stilettos, with the movements of a tigress… slow, soft and swaying. Her long hair dancing around her face, cascading over her plump breasts.  She stopped in front of a crumbled faced Jack and handed him a sparkling necklace.

“Please. ” she just said, turning her back to him and gathering her hair to the side.

Jack swallowed loudly, biting his lips not to blurt out some shit about her being drop dead gorgeous or eating her neck up. He was too scared to losehis freshly healed nuts.

Shade hooked matching earrings to her ears and said.

“Let’s get the party started McClane.”

“Yippi kay yay” Jack thought to himself before following her partner.

Waiting for the lift to pick them up, uncomfortably shifting on their feet, both avoided the other’s look. Shade broke the ice first.

“Jack, I’m sorry for…” she looked down at his zipper" … my kick. I shouldn’t have…It wasn’t fair.“

"I deserved it. I behaved like an asshole and it was not good. I totally understand why you don’t like me and I’m sorry.” Jack apologized.

Shade smirked and pecked his cheek.

“I like you, Jack.”

She noticed the red mark her lipstick had left on his cheek and rubbed it with her fingertips.

“Now you’re gorgeous. You forgot to compliment my outfit. What do you think?” She striked a pose like a top model.

“Shade, you’re absolutely stunning, I think… breathtaking, but…” he hesitated.

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was so scared you’d kick me in the nuts again.” He chuckled.

Shade laughed heartily, her laugh sounded like cristal.

“As long as you stop calling me Honey, your nuts are safe, Jack.”

“I’m glad you call me Jack. McLane refers to my father and I swear it’s harder to ear than Honey.” His smile was goddamn adorable.

As the lift ringed and its doors opened, he reached out his hand she gladly took, intertwining their fingers together.

“Mrs Sinclair, I’m in your debt.” He led her inside the lift and smiled.

*

Shade was all over Jack, one knee on the Louis XVI armchair he was loose spread on.

“Here you go. Like new.” Shade finished cleaning up Jack’s cut on his lower lips, drops of blood still resting on the front of his open shirt.

“Thanks.” He hissed in pain, his jaw still burning from the punch he received.

“No, thank you…” Shade looked straight in his eyes. “You saved me…”

“Nothing you couldn’t have handle all by yourself.

* The nightclub was hot and dark, jam-packed with glitter, Louboutin, jeroboams of Champagne and Cartier’s watches.

They spotted the Mafioso’s, gathered in the VIP square, and sat at a table next to them. French’s police had them put on the right list.

After a few alcohol free spy-drinks, Jack and Shade headed on the dance floor, as Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair, obviously a young couple in love.  They danced together, sometimes touching, sometimes staring. Mrs  Icecube seemed to finally melt, gracing Jack with some of stunning smiles of hers.  Jack was forced to glue himself to her to whisper smart words in her ear, his humour hitting his target. Shade’s cristal laugh was music to his ears and he sneaked a hand successfully on the small of her back.

At one point, Shade had to go the bathroom. She needed to pee, check her make-up and free her sore feet from her stilettos for a minute. On her way to the ladies room, she jumped into the wrong guy.

"Sorry.” She said, brushing past him.

“Ohhh! Quelle beauté!” The guy forced her, grabbing her chin and scrutinizing her face. He stinked strong vodka and was obviously drunk. “Princesse…I Love you” he leant over to steal a kiss but Shade escaped his grip and kept walking away. The asshole turned mad and threw both his hands towards her, fisting his fingers in Shade’s hair and shoulder and yanked her back. The strap of her dress broke and her thighs spread to keep balance tore up its side. Shade screamed in surprise, and turned around ready to knock the guy down. A glance to the side, mobs are staring at the scene. No way she could beat him up without drawing attention on her fight skills. She had to play the trembling lamb.

“I’m just worried to know you’re  alone. I don’t want you to spend the night all by yourself.” He growls, coming closer.

Nausea invaded her stomach at the memory. The 6 year old self had to deal with her terrifying drunk father, ordering her to be a good girl before slapping her for whatever reason, her mother too busy to sleep off her hangover in the couch to help. She needed someone to protect her but there was none.

“Elle est avec moi.” Jack popped up from nowhere and grabbed the fucker’s wrist, keeping him from touching Shade again. She was with him. She was his.  And he wouldn’tlet any-fucking-one threatening her.

“Dégage connard!” The guy barks at Jack, throwing his fist in his jaw. Jack bent down to grab his gun taped on his calf but Shade stopped him.

“Don’t… put ourselves on the show, Cupcake. People are staring at us.” She insisted. Jack glanced at the men,  laughing out loud at the Cupcake thing. She’s right. He couldn’t blow their cover.

Lifting both his hands in sign of abating,  Jack calmly said to the drunk guy.

“It’s OK man, we don’t wanna fight and waste the party. Just let me check if my wife is OK and ̀ we’re gone.”

My wife.

Facing Shade and brushing her hair out from her face, he lovingly inquired. “Are you OK Boo?”

She nodded, took his hand and they got the hell out of the club.

* “Take off your shirt.” He followed, amazed, Shade’s fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. “It’s covered with blood, I’ll clean it up before it’s too late.” He helped her to get rid of his clothes she carefully hung on the back of the armchair.

“It’s a shame he ruined your dress. You looked stunning in it.” Jack played with the broken strap and glanced at the extended rip that exposed the skin of her hip. Showing the tiny thin string of the thong she was wearing.

“I’ll make it. You’ll make it. Big boy. ” Shade says, pecking the wound on his lips. And again. And again.

Jack’s hands landed softly on her hips, eliciting a light moan from Shade. Jack said nothing as she let her lips press a little longer on his. He groaned when she darted her tongue through his parted lips.

“Boo, please don’t start something you shouldn’t.” Boo. He was dead serious. She loved the way his low tone ran through her core.  “I’m not sure I could stop….”

“Stop rambling and kiss me, Cupcake.”

Jack could have laughed or chuckled if his lips weren’t busy tasting Shade’s tongue. She was fighting for dominance, dauntless tigress, but he let her have the lead. All those sleepless nights spent on that fucking sofa, looking at the ceiling to force his brain not to picture hot sex scenes with Shade, the hours spent fighting against his need to knock at her door, tiptoe into her bed and sneak a hand under her silky nighties. So many times forced to the shower for some quick releases, the ghost of Shade silhouette wandering across the suite with nothing but boy shorts and tight tops.

He still couldn’t believe it was really happening and didn’t dare to wake up from this sweet, perfect, hot dream.

Shade cupped his cheeks and pulled him closer, her tongue dancing with his. He sat up to deepen the kiss, his hands flying to her ribs, where they stopped, just below her delicate breasts his thumbs caressed. She tilted her head back to moan loudly, Jack took advantage of her offered breasts he covered with his mouth. Tugging on her wasted dress, he placed wet kisses on her bare stomach, while she racked her fingers through his short hair. Her feet back on the ground, Shade trailed open kisses down his neck and chest, and further down. She licked his navel while her hands unhooked his belt and unzipped his pants.

Jack shivered in anticipation and lifted his ass, his teeth hard dug in his lower lip as he witnessed his pants and boxer disappear down his legs. Shade didn’t tease him more and took his length in her mouth, twirling her tongue around the soft skin of his shaft.

“Fuck Shade!"  Jack tangled his fingers in her long hair and lowered his gaze to enjoy the show, gently guiding her head as he fucked her mouth. Her moans mixed with his grunts added more fuel to his fire and he quickly felt like he couldn’t handle more of those sweet ministrations.

In a swift but rough movement, he flipped her in the chair and captured her mouth in a searing kiss.  Kneeling down between her feet, he slowly slid his hands along her thighs, up to her ass and hooked the hem of her thong he pulled down and threw to the side. Shade mewled and opened her thighs for him. Grazing and nibbling at her thighs, he took his time to be met with the little patch of hair that covered her soaked pussy. Sneaking his hands back to her bottom cheeks, he roughly pulled them to his mouth and lapped her folds like his life depended on it.

Arching her back under the heavenly sensation, she clung at his neck and forced him to lick harder. Jack was losing his mind and his hardness screamed for more. He nonetheless did his best to make her pleasure last longer.

Lifting her ass up, he almost threw her on the floor, catching the force with his hands. He hovered his taut body over her and lay on her, his heavy body melting with Shade’s.

Shade could taste her own juices on Jack’s tongue as he explored her mouth again. She felt her body liquefying when Jack entered her gently and started to fuck her as slowly as he could.  Resting on his elbows he broke the kiss and plunged his eyes in Shade’s. Her green wild eyes were sparkling with lust. Jack couldn’t fight the urge to eat her neck and grazed his teeth on her pulse point.

The agonizing slow pace with which he was making love to her was quickly impossible to keep, Shade was wiggling her hips under him, inviting him to free the beast he had held back for so long. Shade slammed her hands on his ass, pulling and pushing hard to emphasize his thrusts. Jack grunted in her ear, this was thousands times better than he had imagined. "Shade…” he painfully hissed, losing control.

Shade pulled at his hair, forcing him to stare at her again. Her face twisted in pleasure but she needed more time. She parted her lips and captured a sweatdrop on his forehead. The salty taste in her mouth, the tortured sounds coming from Jack’s throat, his fucking scent were sending her over the edge.

“Shade…” he couldn’t hold on anymore. “Yes!” She cried in ecstasy, her thighs tightening around his waist as she came. Her walls crushed his cock as he spilled his load out, deep inside her. In a final thrust, Jack felt his orgasm run through him, powerful and devastating.

“Jesus!” She gasped for air once Jack had rolled to her side.

“Sorry but my name is Jack…” he joked, one hand resting on his chest, breathing heavily. His other hand played with her hair, before he rested on his elbow, staring at her flushed face.

She just chuckled, enjoying the last shot of pleasure traveling down her spine.

He leant over her to taste her lips once again, and sighed.

“Shade… I…” She stopped him, her fingers on his lips.

“Don’t say something you shouldn’t.” She whispered in a smile.

She stirred up then relaxed.  “I told you, you couldn’t handle me.”

Jack rolled to hover over her again but Shade was already on her feet, combing her long damp hair back, her head tilted backwards, offering the breathtaking sight of her perfect body to a crumbled-into-pieces Jack.

Without a word, she swaged to her bedroom, leaving poor Jack alone on the floor.

His short dream was over but it was fucking worth it. It was a shame he couldn’t have shown more of his skills, his hardness was quickly back at the thought.

Shade leant on the frame of the door, her sexy ass swaying to the music of her voice.

“Round 2. Now Cupcake.”

Thank God

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C.(S). Bambam x Reader | WC. 560 | G. Fluff | Request. Hi again! " May I request for the drabble game one this time with GOT7, please? With #17 & #24. Thanks. ^^" Multifandom Kpop Drabble Game; #17 “I’ll walk you home” and #24 “Take my jacket, its cold outside”

After a long month of hard work, blood, sweat and stress Bambam finally had a day off, and after a month away from you he was stuck to you like glue. Both of you spent the day lounging around in bed or on the couch and of course Bambam didn’t let go of until you forcefully pried him off to go to the washroom.

“Bambam sweetie I know you missed me but please get off me, I need to go pee” you whine trying to shove him off.

“But babe you’re so warm, I don’t wanna let go” he pouted.

You really needed to go and Bambam refused to cooperate, so you used all your strength to push him which half worked, he fell on the floor but dragged you with him. Falling on top of him was quite an impact and loosened his grip on your waist allowing you to break free and use the washroom. Little did you know he was waiting for you outside the washroom.

“You gave me a booboo” he grumbled shoving his finger in your face.

"Aw is my little baby hurt?” you cooed, gently kissing his finger.

“I need more than a kiss to feel better” he argued, you rolled your eyes knowing well what he wanted. Right then an idea popped into your head. “

"What if we go to food market and I buy you ice cream?” you asked sweetly hoping he would agree.

He stared at you with slitted eyes, “Ice cream and sushi” he bargained

“Done”

You both shook hands sealing the deal. 

As promised, you bought Bambam ice cream and sushi which he shared being a caring boyfriend he was. You two spent the rest of day window shopping and trying out various samples at the food market. It wasn’t until the sun set that a cool wind started to blow, it was the beginning of September, so it wasn’t exactly freezing but still cold enough to send chills down your spine.

After a while of watching, you rub your arms up and down to generate some warmth, Bambam offered you his jacket .

“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

 “No thanks, I’m good” you assured refusing the jacket.

“Why do you have to be so stubborn” he groaned, putting the jacket on your shoulders. “See isn’t that nicer?” he asked.

Smiling you muttered a soft “Thanks”.

With your hands interlocked you two walked under the moonlight with a comfortable silence surrounding you both. Suddenly his phone rang, mumbling an apology he took the call moving near a bench he motioned for you sit at. With what seemed like an hour his call finally ended.

“Bad news baby, manager hyung needs us all for an emergency meeting” he announced. You let out a sigh understanding his emergency, he was an idol, and you were used to it.

“You should probably hurry up and go before they get impatient” ushering him towards the direction of JYP.

“Wow I can’t believe you’re trying to get rid of me” he gasped faking a hurt look. You looked at him with a disapproved look. “I’m kidding, I told manager hyung that I would drop you home and then come,” he explained.

“Come on, I’ll take you home” he motioned reaching for your hand. Interlocking hands once again, you both headed home.

A/N: My second scenario/imagine, tell me how it turned out and please don’t be afraid to request scenarios/imagines.