#to death. i told her to take good care of her eyes. today i focused on my friends and i met a girl on not-a-date

[oatbugs]

my arms keep burning and turning red i keep smiling at polaroid photos of my friends i bought a set of pans so i wouldn't have to steal theirs. when i asked 2 ethicists why the way she treated me was so bad (tell me logically why i should let her go) i really meant tell me why i deserve better. tell me why what she did matters in the context of how you know me. will you tell me why do i deserve better than to suffer for a beautiful person?

[ponderingmoonlight]

Touch her and you'll burn

Pairing: boyfriend!Gojo x fem!reader; Toji x reader (kinda?)

Word Count: 2,8k

Synopsis: When it comes to Satoru Gojo, you are his true weakness - after all, you've been his girlfriend for years. Toji doesn't miss that either and takes you prisoner without further ado in order to get at the white-haired man.

Warnings: violence, death, tortue, mentions of sa, hurt, language

„What a cute little thing you are. Too bad you chose the wrong guy as your fuck buddy. How did you two end up anyway? I bet it’s because he’s tall and his special appearance, you women all tick the same way. Whatever, let’s see how I will kill you today, sweetie. And maybe we can have some fun before, what do you think, huh?”

“Rot in hell, fucking asshole.”

You spit directly into the way too close face of none other than Toji Fushiguro. The man that broke into your apartment, drugged and hauled you into this dark and dirty room that is only lit by one small lightbulb. Your hands are chained to the ceiling, you’ve been kneeling on the floor for what feels like an eternity now. Not the best starting point to be honest.

“I love my women feisty, little bitch. Listen up.”

His rough hand yanks on your chin so harshly that you can’t help but stare straight into his cold eyes which are only inches away from yours. Sweat drips from your forehead against your already bleeding nose, your body slowly but surely begins to tremble from the cold and exhaustion.

“There are exactly two options for you. One: That fucker appears and you both die while trying to save your cute ass. Two: He’ll let you rot in here and I’ll kill you all alone. If I were you, I’d be nicer to the man who’s been taking such good care of me for the last hours and who’s responsible for my death.”

“My parents taught me not to talk to strangers, especially the stinky and homeless ones. Save your breath”, you hiss back.

His palm crushes against your soft cheek without any mercy. Dizziness consumes you instantly, your lifeless head falls to the side while blood squirts out of your nose again. Fuck, that hurt pretty bad. But still a quiet laughter escapes your lips. Does he really think he can crush your will with a few punches? Pathetic. You may not be a jujutsu sorcerer, but you’re damn though. It’s not the first time that you have to deal with assholes like him because of your precious boyfriend Satoru Gojo. He definitely owns you a shopping tour after that.

“What are you laughing about, brat?”

“Just thinking about how Satoru will kick your ass later”, you bark through gritted teeth.

“First he has to find me. I’m a non-jujutsu sorcerer, just like you. So he can’t detect me by my curse power either. Your mobile phone and your pathetic GPS necklace are in your apartment, Gojo didn’t protect you with his powers. Hurts huh? Apparently the other girl's more important to him. Treats you pretty badly, don’t you think?”

You don’t like to admit it, but his words make your heart ache for a brief moment. Deep down, you know that it was his job to protect her, that he cares about you the most even though you haven’t seen him in days now. Would he even risk her life to save yours? He told you over and over that you are his priority, his everything. But…you don’t know.

Will Satoru come at all?

You sink into your chains and stare at the man and his mischievous grin in front of you. It doesn’t matter if Satoru searches for you or finds you. But you won’t let Toji bring you to your knees so easily.

His gaze wanders through the room while he casually strides around. He needs to stay focused. Gojo is probably the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of his lifetime. Kidnapping his girlfriend to weaken him and divert his attention from Riko is a smart move, but risky if Toji isn’t careful. And then there’s the fact that (y/n) is a pain in the ass herself.

“Where ya lookin’? I’m the view, asshole.”

“No wonder a slut like you is the girlfriend of someone like that Gojo guy. I’ll shut up your pretty little mouth soon enough.”

“Did you just say I’m pretty?”

Your maniac grin and disrespect catches Toji off guard. Of course he knew you would be a handful, but he’s a well-known assassin. Damn, he could kill you in a heartbeat if he wanted to, are you too dumb to see that? Is your trust in your stupid boyfriend really this big? Maybe he should in fact kill you instantly.

“I’d love to wring your throat right away, but before that I’ll show you where your place is.”

All color drains from your face in an instant, cheeky grin gone in the wind. Fuck, this asshole is about to unbuckle his belt. Your throat is tight, it’s like you’ve forgotten how to breathe…Will he really? You shake your head in disbelief, limbs fighting desperately against the merciless force of the chains around your bloody wrists. No, you can’t let this happen. You would rather die than allow this man to touch you with his disgusting hands.

“Cat got your tongue, huh? What’s up, (y/n)? Don’t worry, I’ll show you what you’ve missed before you die.”

Toji wraps his arm around your waist and presses his muscular body against yours. The urge to puke into his face becomes unbearable as well as your impatience. Where the fuck is Satoru? You close your eyes in a desperate attempt to calm your thoughts and breathing. Even a man like him wouldn’t dare to assault you, not the girlfriend of Gojo Satoru. But since he’s not here at the moment, you’ll just have to take care of that situation yourself.

When you open your eyes again, there’s not a spark of humor left in them – pure determination and rage draw your face. With all the strength you are able to gather in your poor condition you put your head in your neck and yank it forward as hard as possible against his nose. You ignore the throbbing pain that seems to radiate from your forehead all over your body and the nausea that suddenly overcomes you. This is not over. Bracing your body against the chains, you push yourself off the ground and kick his chest hard with both legs. His huge frame stumbles backwards while his loud groan fills the room.

You breathe heavy, sight almost completely obscure by the waterfall of blood that streams down your head. With a satisfaction – filled grin you notice his bleeding nose. Serves him right, stupid asshole. He just shouldn’t have messed with you. After all, just because you are a non-jujutsu sorcerer doesn’t mean you’re not good at defending yourself. Who does this guy think he even is anyway?

Fuck, Toji rushes towards you with quick steps, the muscles under his tight shirt are dangerously tense. Not good. But even worse is that all you can do is stare at him through your tired lids and let him approach you. Damn, he is fucking furious.

“That blood really suits you, brings out your icy-murderer eyes, y’know. Man, you’d be so fucking hot if you weren’t a stone cold asshole. Could get yourself a nice girl.”

At this point, your words aren’t more than an uncovered fading whisper anymore. You are just so fucking tired of hanging in this room and fighting a hopeless battle. At least you die in style.

“Nice show, slut. But that’s it for you now. I hope you realize that I could have just dodged your pathetic punches. Just like that”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

With a swift motion of his arm, he grips your wrist and twists it. You see stars, bones audible shattering in your body. All color that is left in your face drains instantly, a cry filled with ache reverberates around the room and rings back in your ears. You feel like you’re going to lose consciousness at any moment. No, stay awake, bark back, show him that you don’t care.

But you can’t.

His right hand clenches into a fist. As if in slow motion, you watch it move towards your face. This is gonna hurt like hell, maybe you should close your eyes and pretend none of this is happening. You at the beach with Satoru, his delicious body exposed to the sun and your merciless eyes, dipping his face into the water over and over again until he begs you to stop. Yeah, that would be nice. Satoru…You love him so much that it hurts sometimes, some say you two are obsessed with each other. He wears you on his hands, you’re the only one who can match his sense of humor and has the ability to put up with his lifestyle. He would never allow that any harm touches your delicate skin, that you get involved into his work as a jujutsu sorcerer. But today it seems like he can’t save you. At least you can say you fought back as much as you could.

“Touch her and you’ll burn.”

Your eyes snap open immediately. There he stands, your boyfriend, your knight in shining armor with his sunglasses casually covering his bright blue orbs.

“What are you doing, (y/n)?”, he questions ironically while slowly approaching the both of you.

“I’m just out here being cute, y’know”, you mumble with a small smirk.

Satoru gives you a loving smile. At that moment you just know that everything is going to be okay, that he will kill Toji for tormenting you and that you’ll meet again in the sheets this evening.

“Took you quite a while to get here”, Toji comments dryly and turns away from you.

The moment his big frame moves away a wave of relief washes over you. If Satoru had come just a second later Toji might have filleted you and you are very aware of that. You are no longer interesting for Toji, after all you served your purpose as decoy.

With a swift motion, your boyfriend frees your hands from the chains that have already cut deep into your tender flesh. Your knees meet the hard concrete floor in an instant, your body is too weak to stand up on its own.

“Come on (y/n), get yourself together and walk out of that room. Suguru will meet up with you. This is about to get pretty ugly.”

The air is filled with thick tension as both men stand still and just look at each other. He’s right. You have to get up, get out of this fucking room, find Suguru. If you stay here you are only an obstacle to Satoru.

“Your girlfriend is quite a pain in the ass. Well, at least she’s hot, I see where you’re coming from.”

“Beat his ass a few times more for me”, you breathe out.

You can do this. With all the strength you have left in your body, you lift your aching limbs off the ground and stumble to the door. Satoru positions himself in front of you, alert in chase Toji wants to attack you.

“Hit me up later, sweetheart.”

“Thank you for saving me. Even if it’s technically your fault I was trapped here.”

“How rude!”

With one last glance at you, he closes the door by one rapid motion of his arm.

You can’t help but let out a sign of relief. Fuck, this was a very close call – too close for your liking. Again your body lets you down and sinks onto the dirty ground in an instant. Your limbs are trembling, your mind goes numb. If you stay awake a little longer, you are able to find Suguru and get out of here…

“(y/n)?”

You would recognize his voice everywhere. How much you’d like to call out his name now so that he can find you and get you away from here, but the corners of your saggy mouth don’t move an inch. The ability to speak seems to be failing you completely at this point.

“(y/n)!”

Are you dying? You’re not sure. But your thoughts completely drift away until they’re utterly still. Finally rest, finally no more pain, finally-

“There you are (y/n). Stay awake okay? Let’s meet up with Shoko.”

The fear in Sugurus voice is unmistakable. His arms gently wrap themselves around your knees and back before lifting you up with ease.

“I hope you drove him insane with your talking”, Suguru gently whispers while sprinting down dark hallways.

“You bet I did.” ______________________________________________________________

God, you feel terrible. The second your thoughts begin to race again your whole body seems to be on fire. Your opened eyes get greeted by harsh lights.

“Can someone turn this the fuck off”, you mumble.

“Oh, there you are (y/n). Took you quite a while to get back to us.”

You recognize this voice. It’s Shoko, you’re with Shoko. That can only mean that Suguru brought you here. You must have passed out shortly after he found you. Your mind is clouded by faded memories and pain. What happened last? You were kidnapped and tortured by Toji Fushiguro, Satoru…Satoru was there, he saved you. After that, Suguru got you to safety.

“Where are they?”

Shoko sits next to you, a cigarette hanging from her mouth.

“This thing has gotten pretty ugly, (y/n)…But you’d better rest a little. Your boyfriend should explain this to you himself.”

“Are they fine?”

Your eyes are widened in horror. That look of worry on Shoko’s face is so unfamiliar to you that it makes your guts twist in thick fear. If something happened to Suguru because of you…Could Satoru defeat Toji all by himself? He is the strongest, right? Surely he had no problem with killing a basic non jujutsu sorcerer.

“Look who’s awake.”

Suguru’s figure is so tall that he dims the lights that irritated you before. He looks like he’s wearing a halo – how suiting.

“Suguru, you’re alright. Please tell me you’re okay”, you mumble, mouth still not able to process your battling thoughts. 

“I’m fine again. Don’t worry.” There it is, his usual bright smile. But something’s different. You can tell that the corners of his mouth don’t pull up as far as usual, that he looks overall…defeated.

“What…What happened? Where is Satoru?”

You can hear your own voice trembling in anticipation. Fuck, he would have been by your side the whole time if everything was alright. Your last encounter plays like a movie in your head. Did Toji?...This can’t be. It’s simply not possible.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting!”

The sight next to Suguru makes you nauseous. Satoru’s uniform is completely torn and blood soaked, you can detect a small wound on his forehead, his white hair discolored in crimson. And god his eyes…He looks possessed. No, that can’t be your boyfriend. You hardly recognize him.

“Satoru, is that you?”

“The one and only! I did it (y/n). I killed that man!”

He roughly grabs your upper arms and leans over you. The weight of his huge frame against your throbbing skin takes your breath away. A whimper of agony escapes your lips while you squint and screw up your face.

“Back off, Satoru, you’re hurting her!”, Shoko yelps in an desperate attempt to free you from his grip.

“Look at me, (y/n)! I finally mastered reverse cursed technique and killed Toji for what he did to you. Anami was murdered as well as basically everyone else, but I did this for you! We both survived!”

The maniac look in his eyes sends shivers down your spine. What has gotten into him?

“Satoru, are you on drugs? Let go off me!”, you cry out.

“I think we should get going now. See you, (y/n)”, Suguru interrupts and yanks Satoru away from you.

“B-But…I need answers! Get your ass back here! What’s the matter with you two!?”

“Don’t ask questions I don’t have the answer to (y/n).”

With one last look both men leave you alone with Shoko. What just happened? The girl…she’s dead? So Toji killed her after all. And the bruises on Satoru…Fuck, maybe that man was stronger than you thought. But he’s also dead, right? Your head begins to spin with all the scenarios that cloud your mind. You need answers, you need to talk to Satoru, you need to-

“You need to rest, (y/n). This one will blow you away.”

Her fingers snap against the syringe in her hand. Your eyes widen in shock, heartbeat picking up in an instant. No, you can’t sleep now, you need to talk to Satoru, he needs to explain what happened to him, why he looks so torn, why Suguru’s eyes were so empty.

“Wait Shoko, I-I need to t-talk t-to…”

A sharp stab in your upper arm. Then darkness. Nothing but darkness.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Make It Up To You

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Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,530ish

Request: post endgame Steve and his wife celebrating christmas withtheir kids. steve works as an art teacher at his kids school. reader's working with pepper at stark industries. steve's got his white picket fence life with reader and they have a lake house. steve's busy teaching schedule. reader and kids miss him, but during the holidays he's making up the lost time with reader and kids.

Notes: I changed some things around in the request. I hope that this is alright!

The school bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.

“Okay, clean up your materials and then you are good to go,” Steve told the students.

“Thanks, Mr. Rogers!”

“Have a good day, Mr. Rogers!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow Captain!”

Steve shook his head with a chuckle. “I’ve told you before, Cylis, I’m no longer Captain America.”

“There can be more than one Captain America, Captain!” Cylis replied as he hurried out of the room.

Steve laughed at his student’s antics as he cleaned up the art supplies. He smiled to himself as he thought about how far he had come.

The final battle with Thanos ended in Wakanda when Thor successfully went for the head. It was relieving that the job was done and that they only lost Gamora in the process.  After the battle, Steve realized he was ready to pass along the shield and settle down. Luckily, it was easy to decide to settle down with you. 

Steve proposed at the party Tony threw for the heroes to celebrate their win. It wasn’t long after that Steve had officially passed the shield to Sam, the two of you got married, and then you were quickly pregnant. That was six years ago now. Your twins, Maggie and Jamie, were five and kindergarteners at the elementary school where Steve was an art teacher. 

You worked with Pepper and Natasha at Stark Industries, helping with the outreach programs. The job kept you busier than you would like, making you thankful for Steve’s job as he could take care of the twins when you couldn’t. Which, lately, was all too often.

Your little family lived in a lake house next to Tony and his family. Tony and Pepper’s daughter, Morgan, was the same age as your twins and went to school with them and played with them often. Your girls called Tony and Pepper, aunt and uncle, while Morgan did the same with Steve and yourself.

“Daddy!” Maggie and Jamie squealed as they rushed into Steve’s classroom.

“Hey, sweethearts!” He responded, crouching down with his arms wide open. The two girls collided into their father. “How was school today?”

“So good!” Jamie responded. 

“I’m so glad.” Steve pulled back and looked around. “Where’s Morgan?”

“Right here, Uncle Steve!” Morgan answered as she came strolling into the room. “Maggie and Jamie left me.”

“Only because you were taking too long!” Maggie argued.

“I needed to help Miss Wells with fixing her chair.”

Steve smirked, Morgan was too much like her father. “Well, girls, I think that we better head home.”

“Can we get ice cream on the way home?” Maggie wondered.

“As long as you don’t tell your mothers.”

“Yay!” The girls squealed.

~~~

“I needed that shipment there yesterday,” you said as you spoke into the phone and typed away at your computer. “I know you’re trying your best, but I’m telling you that we’re on the verge of life or death. That is a shipment of food and clean water.” You sighed as you listened to the person give more excuses. You leaned on your hand as you closed your eyes and rubbed your head. “I’m telling you, that shipment needs to be there by the end of the day, tomorrow. Understand?”

Steve wiped his hands with a kitchen rag as he walked up to your office. He was worried about how much you were taking on at work and the fact that work had been keeping you from regular family time. He leaned on the door frame before carefully knocking. You glanced up at him, shooting him a brief smile before focusing back on the phone call.

“Make it happen,” you told them. “I’ve got to go.” You hung up and turned your chair to face your husband. “Hey, honey.”

“Hey,” Steve pushed himself off of the door frame, walked over, and kissed you softly on the lips. “How was work?”

“Long,” you sighed, leaning back into your chair.

“Well, dinner’s ready and the girls are excited to see you. They missed you.” He leaned in and kissed you again. “Almost as much as I did.”

You let out a light giggle. “Yeah? And just how much did you miss me?”

Steve smirked as he took your hand and pulled you to stand up against him. “So,” he kissed your right cheek, “very,” he kissed your left cheek, “much.” 

He kissed you on your lips again, teasing you with his tongue. You wrapped your arms around him so that your hands were at the base of his neck, tugging at his hair.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Your girls called from the other room.

You both separated your lips and laughed, your head falling onto Steve’s shoulder. 

“We should go before they came after us,” he whispered. He moved to grab your hand and guide you out of your office.

~~~

The twins were excited to have you join them at dinner. It hurt you to realize that you hadn’t joined them in the evening as much as you used to. Your small family was laughing at something Maggie had said when your phone rang. Steve gave you a saddened look, that you missed, as you pulled your phone from your pocket. You sighed as you saw who it was.

“I’m sorry guys,” you said, “I really have to get this.”

You answered the phone, put it to your ear, and went back to your office. Steve looked at the now sad twins.

“It’s okay, girls,” Steve tried to comfort. “Your mom is just busy with work right now.”

“She’s always busy,” Jamie grumbled.

“Hey. Your mom works really hard for all of us.”

“Uncle Tony and Uncle Pepper work hard, but they still have time for family dinner,” Maggie muttered.

“Now, young lady, that’s no way to talk about your mom. Either of you.”

“Sorry,” the twins responded in unison.

“It’s a busy time for mom’s work right now. It will slow down soon and she’ll be back to spending more time with us. For now, though, you two are going to have to put up with me tucking you in.”

“Can you tell us another story about you and Uncle Bucky?” Jamie wondered.

“Of course. Maybe, if you eat all your veggies, I’ll even tell you two.”

“Yay!”

~~~

Sadly, the school year went on—rolling into the holidays— and you kept busy with work. You were spending more and more time at Stark Industries headquarters and less time at home. This was affecting Steve and your twins, though you really didn’t notice. Steve was struggling with how to go about talking with you about all this. Currently, it was Thanksgiving night. The girls were already tucked in bed and you were on your way home from spending the day at Stark Industries headquarters. 

Steve sat in the living room in wait, a single lamp on to light the room. He sighed, looking out the window as he heard your car pull up in the driveway. He was looking forward to this conversation, but he knew it had to happen.

You got out of your car, exhausted. It took all the effort you had to get yourself from the car to the front door. After a few tries, you finally placed the key in the lock and were able to open the door. Slowly, as to not wake anyone, you turned and shut the door.

“How was work?”

Steve’s voice made you jump. Your hand went over your rapidly beating heart as you turned to face your husband.

“Steve,” you smiled, softly, “you scared me.” He had his serious “Captain” face on, which meant business. “What’s wrong?”

“We need to talk.”

“Did something happen with the girls?” You quickly moved closer to him.

“Not exactly.” 

Steve motioned for you to sit next to him on the couch, and you quietly did so. You could tell that whatever he wanted to talk about, was weighing him down. You reached over and placed a hand on his knee, rubbing it with your thumb.

“Steve, you’re worrying me.”

“I’m sorry, I just… It’s…” He sighed. “Remember the night we got engaged?”

You smiled fondly at the memory. “Yes, I do. It’s one of my favorite memories.”

“Mine too,” he gave you a short smile. “Remember how—after we celebrated that night—you told me that you were concerned about me continuing on as Captain America?” You nodded, slightly confused by where he was going with this. “You were concerned that I would be too busy for family life, that I would never be around and that one day I might die and never return. Remember that?”

“Yes,” you nodded again, “I remember. But what does that have to do with right now?”

Steve sighed. “This isn’t easy for me… but it’s affecting the girls—“

“What’s affecting the girls?”

“You’ve been working a lot lately.”

“Yes, I realize that but SI needs me and we’re doing some great work that I’m just trying to get into place and—“

“Do you know what today even was?”

“What? I—I don’t—“

“It was Thanksgiving.”

“Shit. Steve, I’m so sorry.” You moved closer to him on the couch.

“It’s not me you need to apologize to. The girls are smart and they realize that you’re working too much. They were so sad that you didn’t show up. They even waited an hour before eating just in case you might show up.”

“Oh my gosh…”

“You’re hardly here anymore, honey. And even when you’re physically here, you aren’t actually with us. The girls are feeling the effects of it… I’m feeling the effects of it.”

You looked away from Steve, taking it all in. You thought back through the last few months. Realizing that Steve was right, you hung your head and began to cry. Steve wrapped his large arms around you, pulling you into his lap.

“I’m so sorry, Steve,” you cried. “I’m such a terrible mother and wife…”

“Sssshhh,” Steve tried to calm you. “No, you’re not.”

“But I am… I don’t know why you’ve even stayed when I’ve been treating you and the girls this way.”

“Honey,” one of his hands came up under your chin and guided your head up to look at him, “I love you. The girls love you. This is a simple mistake that can be fixed. Yes, it may take time with the girls, but I believe that you can do it. You’re the strongest woman I know.”

“Steve… I don’t deserve you.”

“I wake up every day feeling the same way. You are too good for me.” He leaned in and kissed you softly before resting his forehead against yours. “We’re going to figure this out, together.”

“Thank you… for your love and patience.”

“Of course.” He gave your another kiss. “Now, let’s get to bed. We’ll figure more out in the morning.”

~~~

You woke up before Steve and the girls to call Pepper. You explained to her the situation and she completely understood. She told you to take until after the new year off and then she’d help you hire some assistants to help you do the work. Once you were off the phone with Pepper, you got to work on trying to make it up to your family, starting with homemade breakfast. Steve found you in the kitchen working on breakfast when he woke. He came up behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Morning,” you hummed as you continued working.

“Morning,” he responded, kissing your neck. “Have you been up long?”

“About an hour or so. I had to make some calls.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I explained the situation to Pepper, who was all too understanding.” You put what you were working on down and turned around in Steve’s arms to face him. “I’m not going back to work until after the new year and once I do, Pepper and I are hiring a few assistants to help me. I’m all yours and the girls’ for the next six weeks.”

Steve smiled, so happy to hear that you had quickly begun making changes. He leaned in and happily kissed you. You greedily accepted the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Steve’s hands moved down to the back of your thighs, helping to lift you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. The two of you hadn’t had sex in far too long and it was clearly all that was on your minds.

“Ew!” Jamie groaned, coming to a stop in the kitchen’s entryway.

“Mom! Dad! This is the kitchen!” Maggie exclaimed.

The two of you broke apart, laughing. Steve helped you get back onto your feet before moving to help finish breakfast. You faced your girls, motioning them to come closer as you crouched down.

“How would you two feel about mommy being around more?” You asked them.

“But your work,” Jamie said, “it’s important.”

“Oh, honey,” you took one of Jamie’s hands and one of Maggie’s, “nothing is more important to mommy than the two of you and your father. I am so sorry that I forgot that for a minute. I am going to make it up to the two of you, I promise.”

~~~

It was so nice to spend time with your family. You spent the rest of Thanksgiving break hanging out around the house and began decorating for Christmas. Once Steve and the girls went back to school for the three weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks, you spent the hours alone planning more adventures. Some nights you had family dance parties or movie marathons, other nights were spent driving around looking at Christmas lights. One of the Saturdays, you even baked gingerbread and the four of you made a gingerbread Avengers compound—per the request of the twins.

You had sent Steve away on false errands while you packed the twins up and sent them off with their Uncle Tony for the weekend. You decorated your room with candles and rose petals to set the mood. You even placed a variety of lubes, condoms, and sex toys on the two beside tables just in case. Checking Steve’s location, you saw that he was almost home so you quickly changed into your red and white, Christmas-themed, lingerie.

“Honey?” Steve called once he entered the house and couldn’t hear you or the girls. “Mags? Jay?”

“I’m up here, sweetheart!” You called.

You heard his footsteps come up the stairs as you placed yourself on the edge of the bed.

“Are the girls up here too or—woah,” Steve stopped in the doorway, eyes frozen on you. “What—“

“The girls are with Tony and Pepper for the weekend,” you said as you seductively pushed yourself up to stand and walk over to him. “That means we get to do some things we haven’t been able to do in a while.”

“Mmhmm,” Steve nodded, trying to bite down a moan as his eyes racked over your body.

Your hands slipped under his shirt, teasing him with light playful scratches. “So, Captain Rogers, do you want to open your present early?”

[elliespassagerprincess]

𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

This story is not based off a song! It’s my own little idea:) This is a very dark story, so please read the warnings to make sure you’re up for it…

Pairing: modern high school au!ellie x popular fem!reader

Requests are always open feel free to leave one! Or you can just send me a song and I’ll take it from there!

Warning: stalking, obsession, kidnapping, violence, death, mentions of lying next to a dead body and mass shootings, blood and suicide

Word count: 3.1k

 Summary: In which Ellie’s “small crush” turned into an obsession.

Ellie’s heartbeat raced, her palms suddenly felt sweaty, she felt dizzy. Her vision focused on the girl she was hopelessly in love with. Every time Ellie saw her, it’s like she falls in love all over again. Her name was y/n. A beautiful y/h/c, she had the prettiest y/e/c Ellie had ever seen. She was perfect in every way. Ellie was one of the many men and women that liked y/n. Why would someone as perfect as y/n ever look at someone like her. An autumn brown haired girl with freckles? You would never look at her. To say Ellie was in love with y/n was an understatement.

Ellie was infatuated with someone she could never have.

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Ellie Williams. Many people would describe her as a loner. “She’s a weird kid” someone once said “she doesn’t even interact with any of us. I didn’t even know she existed” and truth be told Ellie was a quite kid. A very quiet kid. She never spoke or interacted with anyone because she can’t stand most people. Due to Ellie’s unusual silence, many rumors were spread of the poor girl. The rumors were people’s way of trying to figure out who Ellie was, Ellie’s favorite rumor about herself was, that she was a mass shooter at her previous school. Today was like no other for Ellie. As she walked down the halls people were staring and whispering. She was used to it at this point. She walked into her first class of the and once again all eyes were on her.

 “You’re late again” her teacher grumbled. Ellie rolled her eyes as she walked past her teacher. As she sat down, she flinched a little due to how cold her chair was. Ellie didn’t even take out her school books because she didn’t care. She propped her head up with her right hand- trying not to fall asleep. Ellie soon zoned out staring at the two posters in front of the class. The posters were for the class presidents voting, that was happening in a few days. The only two people left in the running were Abby Anderson and y/n y/l/n. If Ellie had to be honest Abby’s poster looked way more professional yours. She started at your poster that was decorated in pink and purple flowers. There was no way y/n was going to win with a poster looking like that.

“Hey” a voice whispered

 “Hey!” the voice said once again.

Ellie turned around slowly, hoping to scare away whoever this person was. And to her surprise her eyes met with y/n.

‘since when does she sit behind me?’ Ellie thought to herself.

“Sorry to bother you, but can I please borrow a pencil? I promise to give it back” she asked in a hushed voice. Normally Ellie would turn around and ignore them, but for some odd reason she bent down to grab her bag and she pulled out a pencil. As Ellie reached out to give you the pencil, her fingertips slightly brushed against yours. As soon as Ellie felt your fingers, the hair at the back of her neck stood up, goosebumps arose on her skin. It felt like her hand was on fire. Ellie’s mouth went dry; her breathing became uneven. She looked up from her hand to meet your eyes. ‘‘Thank you” you said softly. You offered her a small smile “I’ll give it back soon”

Ellie sat in the school bathroom in awe. Even though the bathroom stall was small and it stank, Ellie sat there in awe. y/n. y/n y/l/n touched her hand. For the first time since she’s moved to Jackson, Ellie finally got a good look at you. Ellie saying you were beautiful was an insult. You were more than breathe taking. And your perfume- god your scent was intoxicating. Ellie’s mind was filled with many thoughts as she stared down at her hand. Once again the thought ran through her mind: y/n touched her hand.

Ellie let out a deep sigh as the bell rang. She threw her green and black backpack over her shoulder as she started walking to her class.

 “There you are” a voice said, Ellie immediately recognized the voice. y/n. Her y/n. When Ellie turned around she saw you walking towards her. You weren’t walking to anyone else, you were walking to her. As you were walking towards Ellie- as cliché as it sounds- everything around her went silent. She couldn’t focus on anything else but you walking towards her.

“Thanks for the pencil! You saved my life back there!” You said with a laugh

“She has a pretty laugh” Ellie thought to herself. Ellie stared at you with no emotion. She wasn’t trying to scare you away; she was trying to memorize your features. The way your lips curled when you laughed, the was your eyes closed, the way your laugh sounded. Normally Ellie would walk away. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. You said a quick goodbye and walked away. And Ellie stood there in shock. y/n spoke to her. You laughed at her. You touched her hand and you used her pencil.

And in this very moment everything began. The beginning of the end. This was the moment when Ellie Williams became infatuated with y/n y/l/n.

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It’s been 3 months since Ellie and y/n interacted for the first time, and Ellie has been smitten ever since. Ellie’s little crush on y/n soon grew out of control. It wasn’t even a crush. It was an obsession. An addiction. Ellie started off small, with quick glances from across the classroom or the cafeteria. Then Ellie memorized her class schedules and followed her to every class to make sure she got there safe. But suddenly everything became worse. Her obsession started to grow. Ellie started following y/n home, breaking into her house, stealing small things, watched her sleep, and stared at her from her window. Ellie became a stalker. In Ellie’s eyes what she was doing wasn’t wrong, because she wasn’t hurting anyone. Ellie saw her behavior as normal. When you’re in love, it makes you do crazy things, right?

Ellie was content with following y/n around until she found out there was another guy inserted in her. Her y/n. Her girl. And Ellie soon realized if she doesn’t do anything shell loose y/n to someone else. She had to get rid of him. Ellie once again sat in the small, stinky bathroom stall and thought of ways she could rid of him. Murder? Ellie could kill him. But what happens if she got caught? If she gets caught shell never be able to see y/n again. She was definitely not going to kill anyone. Her only solution was, was to ask y/n out before anyone else could.

It had been a few days since Ellie decided she would ask y/n out on a date. Ellie planned exactly how she was going to ask you. So when everyone was in class Ellie went to your locker, and left a note saying “meet me on the rooftop at 3 pm”.

Ellie has never been more nervous. She felt nauseous. Her hands were shanking as she stood on the rooftop watching all the students walk home.

 “Ellie?” She heard her girl call her.

Ellie took a deep breath as she picked up the flowers she put on the ground. You walked closer to her, and Ellie turned and quickly you the flowers without saying anything. You have her a questioning look, confused on why she just gave you flowers. Before you could ask anything Ellie quickly said the words: “will you go on date with me?” Ellie closed her eyes tightly in fear that you might reject her. Ellie felt your soft hand touch her face, her closed eyes immediately opened and widened at the gesture. And to Ellie’s surprise you said yes.

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In all her years of living Ellie never thought she would be sitting across from you. Her girl. The prettiest girl she had ever seen. The love of her life. You wore a pretty pink dress that Ellie had seen in your closet the last time she was there. She has dreamed of seeing you in this dress now you were sitting across from her wearing it, just for her. Ellie was in awe of how beautiful you looked.

Your date went well. You told her things about yourself that she already knew by following you around and by breaking into your house- but you didn’t need to know that. You seemed happy and comfortable around her and that made Ellie happy. She didn’t want you to be scared of her like the others.

 And at some point during the date you reached across the table to grab her hand. Ellie was on cloud 9. Butterflies erupted in her stomach. She felt like she was going to pass out. With her palms sweaty, heart racing and high on the scent of your perfume, Ellie got up to pay the bill.  Ellie’s plan was to take you on a nice walk through a private park, and she’ll ask you to be her girlfriend. And hopefully you’ll say yes. Ellie prayed to whichever god there was to: please let her say yes.

As Ellie and y/n walked to the park a cool breeze filled the air. y/n let out a shiver, and Ellie immediately took off her jacket and gave it to the girl walking next to her. Even after all y/n’s protests, she finally took the jacket and put it on thanking Ellie for the kind gesture. And a huge grin appeared on Ellie’s face. Her girl was wearing her jacket. When they finally reached the park Ellie realized that her shoe lace was untied. Ellie quickly apologized to her girl, and she bent down to tie it.

Ellie suddenly felt a warm liquid ran down the back of her head. Ellie fell face first into the ground. Her vision was blurry as she tried turning around. The last thing she remembers was your voice saying “its ok Ellie, just close your eyes” and suddenly everything went black.

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Despite y/n’s popularity she always felt alone. Yes, she had many friends and yes, she was constantly surrounded by people but she felt alone. But then she met Ellie Williams. Ellie was attractive, no one could argue with that. Ellie was quite, and weird and y/n has heard all the stories that were spoken about Ellie, but she never believed it for one second. But that one faithful day when she borrowed a pencil from Ellie everything changed. You were in love with Ellie even when she didn’t utter one word to you, you were head over heels for this girl.

Y/n knew Ellie followed her home. She knew when Ellie was in her house. When most people would be afraid, y/n loved it. y/n loved it when Ellie was in her house because it felt like Ellie was closer to her. Y/n has never met anyone as dedicated to her as Ellie was. When Ellie finally asked y/n out on a date the girl was over the moon. As she was getting ready for the date, she spoke to the pictures she had of Ellie. Pictures she took of Ellie while Ellie was asleep, and pictures she paid people to take of Ellie. She spoke to the pictures telling them about how bright of a future the two of you had together.

Y/n knew the hold she had over Ellie but she wanted to take it to the next step. She wanted to keep Ellie all to herself. She didn’t want to risk Ellie getting bored of her and finding someone else. y/n already saw the waitress stare at Ellie, and in that moment she knew she had to do something. And that something was capturing Ellie. As Ellie bent down to tie her shoelace, y/n quickly grabbed a rock and hit her over the head, making Ellie fall to the ground.

Now y/n stood across her unconscious body, tied up to a chair in her basement and she couldn’t be happier. Ellie was here, with her. Forever. Ellie. Her Ellie. The love of her life, would stay with her forever.

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Ellie stared at the ceiling with a small smile on her face. She had a pounding headache, but she kept on smiling. Ellie first freaked out when she woke up. Being tied up to a chair in a basement with a dim light shining over you wasn’t an ideal situation to wake up to. But after a few minutes she realized in who’s basement she was. y/n’s basement. Ellie was tied up in y/n’s basement. That could only mean one thing. You liked Ellie back. You liked her so much that you kidnapped her and tied her up. She was just as messed up as Ellie was, and Ellie was happy. She was happy that you liked her back. Ellie had somehow managed to untie herself, and she just sat there waiting for you. She waited for her girl to come get her.

It felt like hours went by before Ellie finally heard voices. She frowned when she heard there was someone else with you. The basement door opened and Ellie ran to hide under the stairs. Ellie peaked through the wooden planks as she heard you call out her name softly. Ellie loved it when you said her name.

 Before Ellie could reveal herself, she saw a man walk down the stairs to talk with you. Her girl was talking to someone else. Ellie was suddenly filled with a blinding rage, Ellie immediately came out of her hiding spot, she heard you say her name, but she walked straight to the man and tackled him to the ground. As soon as Ellie tackled him she heard her girl let out a scream but she couldn’t stop herself from getting rid of this man. Ellie grabbed a chunk of his hair and hit his head reputably into the floor. Blood splattered everywhere, his brains soon poured out.

The room was filled with Ellie’s grunts, your cries and the sound of bones breaking. When Ellie finally decided she has had enough of beating the man her attention turned to you. Your eyes were puffy and swollen from the screaming and crying. You looked at Ellie fear all over your face and Ellie hated herself for what she was about to do.

 “I’m sorry” Ellie whispered as she picked up the chair. She walked over to you.

“Ellie please don’t do this” you begged looking into her eyes.

“I’m not going to kill you baby” she promised “you just have to sleep for a while, while I clean this up, ok?”

Ellie raised the chair over her head and you let out a whimper. She swung the chair at you and filched when your body fell unconscious onto the cold floor. She turned her attention back to the other body on the floor.

“looks I have my work cut out for me” she chuckled as she looked at the blood and brains splattered everywhere. Ellie turned back to you and left a quick kiss to your forehead

“don’t worry baby I’ll be quick”

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Ellie looked at herself in the mirror. She was very nervous. She put on her best suit and sprayed on her most expensive perfume. She held the flowers tightly in her hand as she walked over to her bed, where you were laying. Your face was pale, your skin cold to the touch. Your skin was probably this cold because you’ve been dead for a couple of days, but you were still beautiful.

After the incident in the basement, Ellie had actually hit you a little too hard, which had led to your death. And now you lay here, on Ellie’s bed wearing a white dress, and an engagement ring. You were finally hers, and Ellie couldn’t be happier.

Ellie gently placed the flowers on your chest, and she slowly laid next to your dead body. She breathed in the scent of the body wash she used on you, to prepare you for this day. Ellie played with your hair while she thought of everything that happened these last few days. The good memories and the bad. But what ever happened doesn’t matter anymore because she lay next to you. The love of her life. You lay with her and no one else.

And Ellie was ready to join you. She wanted to spend the rest of eternity with you. You’ll be with her forever in the fare life. Your souls will be together forever and always.

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Authors note: Thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoyed this one. Remember you are loved, and to be kind with everyone… requests are always open, feel free to leave one.

Here is a cool ass edit to make up for the trauma I've caused you through this story<3

Yours truly,

Zia:)

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Fifty Four

“We’re supposed to hang out today,” Max pressed all of her body weight on top of Kim, as if she was trying to smother her, “You need to come out of your nest.” Kim groaned, throwing her arms to her sides dramatically. She didn’t want to move. She had to work a double today and wanted nothing more than to hide back under her blankets and pretend like she didn’t exist. She felt too numb. Her heart was gone, and her brain hurt too much to think. 

“My nest is comfortable.” Kim protested, although she knew she wouldn’t leave Max hanging. She hadn’t forgotten that they had decided to do something together. She just wished it included something simple, like lying in bed all night. She just dreaded that she would slip up and say something that she wasn't supposed to. 

“You need to live,” Max wrinkled her eyebrows together, “And shower.” Kim looked up at her confused, moving her head to sniff at her pit. She felt like she smelt fine. She just looked like a mess. She had no motivation to do her makeup, to wear anything cute. She barely could bring herself to brush her hair out. Everything felt like a chore when it didn’t involve Billy. 

“I just showered.” She told Max seriously. Max made a face like she didn’t believe her. Kim suddenly began to feel defensive, hoping that she really didn’t stink. She was still taking care of herself; she was just doing the basics of it. Every movement felt like a chore, like she had to force her hand to grab her brush so she could brush her hair out. 

“You look like death,” Max observed, “You’re not doing very good at playing hard to get.” Max looked at her with a judging eye. Kim groaned and shook her head. She didn’t want to do that. She didn’t want to make things more complicated between her and Billy. 

“Oh my god,” Kim huffed out playfully, “What do you want to do then?” She turned, watching as Max began to think. She hoped it would be something simple, something that ensured that she wouldn’t have to leave her bubble.

“Hm,” Max was still laying on top of her as she shifted around. Kim groaned as Max’s bony elbow dug into her ribs, “We could start with nails. You do it better, my hands always shake.” Max concluded, looking down at Kim with big blue eyes. She smiled right back, even though she felt nothing inside of her chest.

“If it means you’ll stop crushing me,” She dug her fingers into Max’s side, causing her to wiggle off of her with a laugh, “Mhm, better.” Kim sat up, pulling her blankets off of herself as she stood up and fixed her jeans. She hadn’t even bothered to change after she got off of work and wondered if Max had been smelling the fried food on her. She reached into one of her drawers for her set of nail polish. 

Max was still sitting on her bed and Kim didn’t mind as she joined her again. At the moment, she could care less if any of the polish got on her sheets. She thought that her room had slowly become a mess anyways. She thought that it felt nice to live in her own self pity. 

“What color?” Kim motioned to the different colors of nail polish that were resting in front of them. Max looked over curiously, her eyes darting between the different sets. Kim mainly stuck between pink and purple, but had a few different shades of blue, green and red. 

“The darker blue,” She said slowly, her eyes still taking in the different colors, “Yeah, I like that one the best.” Kim smiled as she picked the color up, not a bit surprised at the color Max had picked. 

“It’s pretty,” Kim commented as she slowly began to paint Max’s nails, “Matches your eyes.” She commented after a second. She looked down at Max’s pale skin, focusing on making sure that she didn’t get any blue on her skin.

“Are you feeling better?” Max asked softly. Kim glanced up at her, taking in the worried expression on her features before she looked back down. Kim wasn’t sure how she was supposed to describe what she was feeling. Everything felt numb. She was sure that her heart was gone, that it was following Billy around like a lost puppy. She wondered where he was, what he was doing. She wondered how he’d react when she would eventually tell him about what Susan had said. 

She glanced up at Max’s worried eyes again. She took a deep breath, wishing her heart would work again. She wondered if she should tell Max what had happened, what their mom had said. She thought for a moment, not having the heart to do so. She didn’t want to ruin her night, she didn’t want Max to be upset either. 

“Yeah,” Kim exhaled slowly, “I mean, how could I not feel amazing when I’m with my favorite person?” She grinned up at Max, not missing the way she rolled her eyes and scoffed. She watched her for a few seconds too long, wondering if Max would one day hate her if she found out about her relationship with Billy. Well, whatever remained of it. 

“You’re disgusting,” Max spoke with a laugh, “I just don’t like seeing you like this.” Kim switched Max’s hands gently, letting the painted one rest on her knee to dry. Kim didn’t like feeling like this either. There was nothing she could do about it. She got herself into this situation, now she had to deal with the consequences. 

“I’m perfectly fine,” Kim exhaled softly, dabbing away some of the blue paint that had escaped off of Max’s nail and onto her skin. She bit her lip, trying to keep her hand from shaking as she started her movements again, “You shouldn’t worry about me.” It was silly to think that Max had to be concerned with Kim. She was so much younger, she shouldn’t have to worry about anything. 

“We’re sisters,” Max reminded her. Kim leaned down and blew on her nails, trying to get them to dry faster. She felt bad for a moment, wondering if things would change between them if they had different dads. She hoped that it wouldn’t, that nothing would ever be different, “We’re supposed to take care of each other.” Kim glanced up at her, smiling softly.

“Of course,” She fanned at Max’s hands again as she capped the lid to the polish, “How does that look?” She asked, changing the conversation. She was worried that she would break down and tell Max the truth. She didn’t want to scare her. 

“Nice,” Max complimented nicely, “I got us some movies.” She hopped off of Kim’s bed gently, keeping her fingers spread wide so she wouldn’t mess the paint up. Kim followed her after a moment after she put the polish back in her spot. Kim rose, pausing as she passed by Billy’s room before she followed Max into the kitchen. 

“How’d you afford that?” Kim was almost afraid to ask. Max moved into the kitchen as she carefully poured herself a glass of water. She looked over with a smirk.

“I know people.” Max said simply. Kim shook her head as she rested her elbows on the kitchen island. She crossed her fingers together, her eyes glancing back towards Billy’s room. 

“What movie did you pick?” Kim said at last, forcing her eyes away from the hallway. She was sure that he was gone. She hadn’t seen him yesterday and she was sure that it wouldn’t change today. It seemed like he was keen on ignoring her. She just hoped he was okay, that he was figuring out whatever he needed to figure out. 

“Uh.” Max wore a sheepish grin, pushing the movies out of the way so Kim couldn’t see them. Kim felt her eyes narrowing, feeling that was something silly to ask too. 

“Max.” She chastised her playfully. Max shrugged her shoulders as she set the glass of water down on the counter. She scooted closer to Kim, still grinning full of mischief.

“Don’t be a wimp, it's fine.” Max swatted her hand playfully. She scooted the movies towards Kim. She didn’t mind Sixteen Candles, the other movie, now she did mind. She wasn't sure where Max had found her fascination with horror, but she hated it. 

“I don’t want to watch the Evil Dead,” She groaned softly, her eyes drifting up towards Max, “It’s gross.” She told her seriously. Max was still bearing her grin, obviously not going to back down from anything. 

“Suck it up.” Was Max’s reply as she scooped the movies into her arms and walked towards the living room. Kim began to feel anxious, wondering what sort of weird dreams would cloud her mind tonight. She'd probably end up crawling back into Max's bed at some point. 

“I thought you were supposed to be supporting me.” She tried her best to do anything but watch that movie. She felt bad for trying to guilt Max, but she really did hate all of the blood. 

“I will,” Max told her seriously, “After this movie.” She grinned as she bounced back into the kitchen. Kim had an urge to throw the dish towel at her.

“You hate me.” Kim whined dramatically, letting her head fall into her hands. She breathed in slowly then out deeply before she looked up again. Max was resting her hands on the other side of the counter, with an even deeper grin on her face. 

“Actually you’re pretty cool,” Max poked her nose, “But you’d be a lot cooler if you bought us pizza.” Max fluttered her eyelashes and smiled as politely as she could manage. Kim rolled her eyes, figuring that she would only compliment Kim if she wanted something. 

“You can order it, I have money in my purse. Better get enough for mom and Neil,” Kim paused for a moment, realizing that Neil could be Max’s dad. She quickly shook the thought away, not wanting to linger in something so dark, “I’m going to shower.”

“Oh thank god, you look terrible,” Max said with a smile, “Go get cleaned up, I’ll handle everything else.” Kim shook her head, picking up her playful tone. She walked into the bathroom, wondering if the water would wash everything she was worrying about down the drain. She just wanted to feel normal again, she wanted to feel like there wasn’t a gaping hole inside of her chest.

Everything made her think of Billy. Even when she showered. All she could think about was the way he had washed her hair, how he had touched her underneath the water jets. She scrubbed at her body, not wanting to forget the touch of him but wanting to lose it at the same time. She felt like his ghost was lingering to her, stuck to her side wherever she went. 

She kept turning the faucet hotter and hotter, but she still remained cold. It was like there was a permanent chill in her body that she was unable to warm. She thought of Billy again, thinking of how warm he was. She wondered if he had taken all of her heat with him. 

She couldn’t stay in for too long. She quickly finished, no longer dawdling under the water streams. She dried off as quickly as she could, not wanting Max to wait on her for too long. She scrubbed her hair dry with a towel before she began to dry it off. She didn’t bother dressing into something nice, she just put on a plain nightgown that ended mid thigh. She debated each night about putting his shirt on. It was still under her pillow, it still smelt like him. Usually she ended up holding onto it in the middle of the night. 

“Billy?” She breathed out slowly, feeling like she had fresh air in her lungs when she saw him. He turned, his arm resting on the back of the couch as he looked at it. Suddenly, it was like everything was alright. She felt that there wasn’t anything wrong. It was like a bright light was back in her life. His hair was pulled back in the blue scrunchie she had once given to him, his skin looked like it was tinted pink, as if he had been out in the sun for too long. Her heart felt like it was starting again as his blue eyes met her own.

“Yeah,” He spoke softly before he glanced over his shoulder again, looking towards Max, “She said there was going to be pizza.” He shrugged his shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal, but she knew it was. She tried to keep herself from grinning as she walked back to her room, quickly tossing her dirty clothes in there without care. 

“I told her to order enough for everyone,” She walked back out quickly, not even caring that her hair was dripping, “Are they going to be late again?” She asked no one in particular, but she was looking at Billy as she spoke. She crossed the couch, plopping herself down on the far end of the couch. She pulled at her nightgown, only doing so after Billy’s eyes found her thighs. 

“Probably,” Max spoke up first. She moved from the chair and onto the floor, beginning to set up the movie. Kim felt her pulse quickening when Billy offered her a bowl of popcorn. Her fingers lingered on the rim of the bowl, feeling like this was the first time she had been able to eat in days. She slowly took a handful, nodding towards him, “Are they ever on time?” Max mumbled under her breath before she was scooting back towards the chair.

“No,” Billy muttered underneath his breath, “It’s irritating.” He replied shortly after. She felt her lips curling into a grin as she placed the buttery popcorn against her lips. She thought of how early he arrived to work, about how he was always on time. 

“Some of us are just naturally late,” She found herself telling him. It wasn’t in defense of their parents, it had nothing to do with them. He grinned at her, his eyes swimming across her features, “Some of us don’t mean it.” She added softly, playing with the hem of her nightgown. 

“Right,” He drew out slowly and she had a strong urge to cross the couch and kick the popcorn out of his hands. All she could think about was the last time they all watched a movie together. She wanted to feel his hands on her skin again, his lips on hers, his cock inside of her. More than that, she just wanted him to talk to her like everything was fine, “I think that’s called being a brat.” She felt her face heating up softly.

Max walked over with one of the pizza boxes, setting it on the coffee table, “You know who's been acting weird lately?” Kim looked up at her confused, feeling hungry for the first time in days. It was like she couldn’t only function if Billy was near her. 

“Who?” Kim asked as she pulled a piece of pepperoni pizza to her mouth. Billy was watching her, his lips curling into a smile. She almost felt shy as she took a bite. Max turned in frustration, chewing on her pizza loudly.

“Mike,” She drew out quickly, “He’s been such a dick to me recently and I don’t know why.” Max had her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, like he had really been annoying her. Kim was sure it was true, she knew how her friends could get. Billy sat forward suddenly.

“Do you want me to talk to him?” Billy asked, his voice sounding raspy and serious. Kim rolled her eyes playfully as she took another bite. She knew he was being serious, but it still sounded like he was trying to put on a show. Max shot him a dirty look.

“No you beef head,” Max sighed exasperated, “I want to know what his problem is.” She sounded exasperated. Kim felt bad, thinking of how hard it had been for her to make friends growing up. She had finally made a group of her own.

“Boys are weird,” Kim tried to reassure her, even though she really didn’t know what she was talking about. The only boy she had ever really dealt with was Billy, “Just give him his space.” She told Max softly. Billy snorted like it was a ridiculous idea.

“Don’t let him talk down to you though,” Billy told Max seriously. Kim watched as he rubbed at his knuckles, “Punch him if he starts saying stupid shit.” Kim looked at him exasperated and shook her head, knowing that it didn’t always have to go to violence.

“Don’t hit him,” Kim spoke up again, “Obviously don’t let him talk to you in a mean way, but hitting him will just make things worse.” She tried to explain to Max. She was sure that it would end badly. She didn’t want the rest of Max’s friends turning on her. 

“He’ll learn not to run his mouth.” Billy said seriously with his nose scrunched like he was angry at the thought of Mike saying something to Max. Kim thought it was cute, thinking that he really did look like a big brother. She felt a pang in her stomach again, thinking about how it could be true.

“She doesn’t want to start anything that will ruin her relationship with the rest of her friends.” Kim sat forward a bit, resting her elbows on her knees as she spoke. Max was glancing back and forth between the two of them, her eyebrows furrowing together. 

“I say punch them too.” Billy laughed, like it was the most obvious answer in the world. He turned to face her, his free arm resting against the back of the couch. She gulped hard, trying to ignore the way his eyes were lingering against her skin. She nearly felt like they were back to square one, pretending like the other felt nothing.

“Billy,” She was shaking her head again, “She can’t fight all of them.” Kim wasn’t able to look at him. She glanced towards Max, watching the amused grin that was forming on her lips. Kim was fairly certain Max could handle all of those boys if she wanted to. 

“Okay,” Billy drew out slowly as he took another bite of pizza. He kicked his feet up by her, his socks pressing against her thigh, “She fights Mike and I’ll handle the rest of them.” He concluded. She turned then, noticing the grin on his face as he finished chewing his pizza. She was glad Max was in the room, otherwise, she feared she may pounce on him. She was completely in love with his cocky attitude and annoying smirk. 

“Neither of you are helping me,” Max said finally, “I’m actually really confused now.” Kim finally drew her eyes back towards Max. Her eyebrows were still drawn in tightly together, like she didn’t know what to think. Kim exhaled softly, too aware of the way Billy was watching her. He was frustrating, she was sure of that. 

“Have you tried to talk to him at all?” Kim asked suddenly, realizing that she hadn’t suggested that to begin with. Billy was moving his toes against her thigh, the material from his sock digging into her skin. She shot him a look but was unsure if she really wanted him to stop or not. She liked having him so close, but it made her heart hurt at the same time. It was like nothing had happened between them. 

“I think it’s something about his mom,” Max spoke honestly, “Only he’s not treating anyone else differently.” She sounded confused as she spoke. Kim was confused too. She didn’t know why Mike would blame Max for something that Karen had apparently done. 

“I can kill him,” Billy sounded completely serious again, “We can hide the body.” He said at last, sitting up just enough so that he had to reach over Kim to grab another slice. She swore all of her insides flipped at the scent of him. He smelt so good, she nearly wiped at her mouth to keep from drooling. When he pulled back, he had a smirk on his face, like he was waiting for her to respond. She had such an ache for him that she didn’t understand. She just wanted to be with him, and it was like he was dangling himself in front of her. She didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose, but she didn’t have enough shame to stop herself if that’s what he wanted. 

“Oh my god,” Kim finally found her voice again as she remembered what he had just said, “No one is hiding any bodies.” She said seriously, giving both of them a pointed look. Max had a curious look on her face, which Kim wanted to get rid of quickly. None of them were even paying attention to the movie on the screen. 

“We just have to chop it off, throw it in the quarry after,” He rubbed his hands together after he put the crust in his mouth. She stared at him baffled, “No one will find it.” He spoke as if he had thought about it before. She wondered who he had thought about doing it to, she wondered if Steve had made it on that list. 

“That sounds disgusting,” Max wrinkled her nose up in disgust, “Where would we chop the body up at?” Max questioned, sounding very curious. Billy laughed, the couch vibrating with the sound. Kim stared over towards him, wanting to shut this down before Max got any real ideas. 

“Max!” Kim shouted out in protest, quickly shaking her head no. She regretted the day that they had officially got a TV. All she had been influenced by was scary movies and Kim was sure Billy was a big reason for it. 

“The bathtub,” Billy nodded his head, “Wouldn’t be as messy.” He explained his reasons as he crossed his hands over his chest. He glanced towards the TV and she found herself staring at his side profile. She could still see the hint of hickeys along the curve of his neck. She didn’t feel as hurt, she felt rage. She wanted to kiss his neck and decorate his skin with her own marks. She wanted everyone to know that he was taken, that he was hers. He wasn’t ready yet, she kept trying to remind herself of that. 

“You couldn’t handle all of the blood,” Kim told him seriously as she turned to face him, “You hate messes, you’d freak out.” She told him, thinking of how picky he had been when he set his candles in his pie. He turned to look at her again, his blue eyes challenging her. 

“No, I wouldn’t.” He scoffed in disbelief. She nudged her leg against his foot, knowing it was very true. She was surprised that he hadn’t made a bigger deal about his room. She felt her eyebrow raising.

“You would,” She knew she was right, even if he wasn’t ready to admit it, “You’d be too concerned about which body part goes where and stuff like that.” She teased him, thinking of how funny it would be if he had different bags for different body parts. He shook his head, looking away but she didn’t miss the smile on his face.

“Do you think it would look like that?” Max referenced towards the TV. Kim kept her eyes trailed on Billy, watching how the screen flashed against his skin. She had no desire to look at what Max was referencing, she’d have no one to comfort her when she had nightmares.

“It would be cool,” Kim shook her head as Billy spoke. She readjusted herself on the couch, sitting in the corner and stretching her legs out. She tried not to fidget as she did her best to ignore the sensation of her skin rubbing up against Billy’s, “I doubt it actually looks like that though.” Billy’s eyes moved from the TV and up Kim’s long legs. She held her breath, slowly moving her legs apart so he could look up her gown.

She kept her legs apart for only a few seconds, before she was too shy and clasped her ankles around each other tightly. Billy was staring at her with his lips parted, an unreadable expression on his features. She bit back a smirk as she pretended to watch the TV, glad that she was still able to get a reaction from him. He pressed his foot against her thigh, trying to push the gown up higher. She beamed at him, shaking her head as she adjusted it again. 

It was comfortable in the room for a while and Kim felt like things hadn’t changed between the two of them. She winced as she looked away from a particular bloody scene, her eyes finding Billy and Max’s intrigued faces. She licked her bottom lip as she thought about what her mom had said. 

She was sure it couldn’t be true. She didn’t know why her dad would stay if Max hadn’t been his, then again, maybe that was why he left. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as she watched them. They were similar in a lot of ways, but she always tried to brush it off as them having the same interests. Now, she wasn’t too sure. 

She knew she was staring for far too long, but she couldn’t help it. She was trying to compare the blue in their eyes. She was trying to see how similar they were, as if that would solve everything her mom had said. 

“You’re staring,” Billy observed quietly, turning to face her. She felt her shoulders shake as she tried to inhale as she tried to breathe again. It felt so hard to do anything when he was watching her, “What’s wrong?” His voice was soft as he spoke. She exhaled slowly, wishing it was something she could simply tell him. It was too difficult; it wasn’t the right time. 

“I guess I was just daydreaming,” She tried to play it off, but she could tell by the way he held eye contact with her that he didn’t believe her. She pulled the blanket up closer to her chest, unsure of how she was supposed to tell him anything. She didn’t want anything between the two of them to change. She didn’t want to lose him, “It’s a gory movie too.” She added at the end, pressing a smile to her lips. He nodded his head, like he believed that easier. 

She turned away, unsure of where she was supposed to look. She kept thinking of her mom’s hazel eyes and her dad’s brown eyes. She wondered if she needed to dig through family photos, see who all had blue eyes passed down through their family. She was overthinking, being completely irrational. She knew it was just an eye color. 

“When do you want to give her the skateboard?” He asked suddenly, distracting her mind from her thoughts. She felt her eyes widen as she turned to Max’s confused face. She felt bad, having forgotten all about the present.

“Oh,” She tucked her hair behind her ears as she sat up a bit, “Now is fine. Is it in your car?” She really didn’t like the thought about wearing this outside, but Max was sitting on the edge of her chair, practically bouncing in excitement.

“You got me a skateboard?” Kim liked the way her eyes lit up, the way she was fighting a grin. Kim nodded her head, turning towards Billy.

“We both did,” She pointed out quickly, not wanting to leave Billy behind, “I forgot about it. Sorry.” She mumbled under her breath. Max’s smile was enough to fix any heartache. 

“I put it in my room,” Billy stood suddenly, and Kim found herself missing his warmth, “Be right back.” He was out of the room suddenly, not even that far away, but Kim still missed him. She didn’t know how to describe this feeling, how to understand any of it. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to get over him. 

“Thank you,” Max was bouncing over towards her. Kim tucked her knees in, smiling as Max joined her on the couch, “It’ll be like my first real one.” Kim nodded her head, thinking of how badly she’d always wanted to skate.

“Billy picked it out,” Kim pulled some of Max’s long hair out of her face, “I wasn’t sure which one you’d like.” She grinned, watching the way Max leaned into her. 

“You would’ve figured it out,” Max spoke confidently as she turned to look at Kim. Kim hadn’t seen her so excited in a long time. She liked the way her eyes lit up in excitement. She hoped that this would keep her from worrying about Mike, “Just no-”

“Pink,” Kim finished for her with a smile. Billy walked back into the room, holding it out towards Max nonchalantly, “We hope you like it.” She spoke for both of them, noticing the awkward expression that was written on Billy’s features. He glanced towards her, nodding softly. 

“I need to find something to do with my hair,” Max whined after she had examined and studied her board for the longest time, “It’s going to get in the way.” Kim thought about suggesting that she just put it up but decided against it. She assumed that it didn’t work anyways. 

“Why don’t you just cut it?” Billy asked, sounding completely serious. Kim bit her lip, trying not to think of the awful haircuts Max had given herself over the years. Max shrugged her shoulders, looking a bit defeated.

“Mom wanted me to go to the salon, but they never want to cut it that short,” She protested, “They say it’s too pretty.” She scoffed and rolled her eyes, as if it was the most ridiculous thing to say. 

“I could cut it,” Billy offered, “I cut my own.” He said after a moment. Kim raised her eyebrows wide, watching how Max turned her head back eagerly to look at him. She was grinning from ear to ear.

“Really?” You mean it?” She asked, still looking up to make sure that he wasn’t lying. Billy chuckled, touching her hair softly. Kim felt a pang in her stomach, wondering if everything would change between them. 

“Sure,” He said softly, “You just can’t tell anyone that I did it.” He told her seriously. Kim nodded her head, thinking that was a smart idea. She was sure Susan and Neil would freak out once they saw she had a haircut. 

“What do you think?” Max turned to look at Kim, waiting for her to approve or deny the request. Kim smiled and shrugged her shoulders. If it made Max happy, she would be happy for her. 

“I think you look pretty no matter how your hair is,” Kim smiled big at her, “Go ahead and let him cut it. What’s the worst that could happen?” Max was beaming, smiling brighter than the sun. It made Kim feel happy.

“Okay,” Max stood up suddenly, rushing her way across the couch, “Can we do it right now?” She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, jumping in front of Billy. He looked down at her surprised. 

“Sure, I guess,” Billy looked like it wasn’t that big of a deal. Kim was trying not to smile; she could tell that he was enjoying himself as well. Even if he was trying hard to deny it, “I’ll get my stuff.” He mumbled as he walked away again. She wondered if he'd enjoy having Max as a younger sister, or if he would hate it. The thought made her sick again, thinking about how they could both be related to Max. 

“How are you going to cut it?” Kim grinned, facing Max again as she waited for her to answer. It was nice to have a distraction. Kim didn’t feel so empty at the moment. Max thought for a moment.

“It’ll be a surprise.” She said at last. Kim nodded, fully taking her word for it. She waited on the couch until they were done. She could hear Max telling Billy different ways that she wanted it styled and how she wanted it done. Kim was just glad that she was doing something that she liked. It was silent for a moment, before Max bounded over the couch again. 

“What do you think?” Max was grinning from ear to ear, looking full of excitement as she stood in front of Kim. Kim’s eyes lingered on her hair, a smile forming on her lips as she realized it resembled Billy’s mullet. They looked like they were a set. It made her heart soar and burn at the same time. 

“Cute,” She leaned forward to puff at the sides gently, “I really like it, Max.” She told Max truthfully. She would’ve told her it looked good even if it was ugly. She meant it though; it did seem to fit her better. Max never seemed to enjoy having long hair. 

“Mom’s gonna freak out,” Max was still grinning, “It just gets all in my face. I hate it.” She whined as she protested. She plopped herself down on Kim’s lap, earning a groan from her.

“It won’t now,” Kim fussed with her hair, looking at how even it looked. She glanced back as Billy made his way back towards them, fidgeting with his rings, “It looks really nice.” She complimented him, her eyes dropping to his hands. Kim tried not to think about how his fingers tasted in her mouth, how they felt inside of you. She quickly turned away, fearing she'd give herself away. She had grown used to her heart hurting around him, she didn't think her body would still crave him. She was growing frustrated. 

“Thanks,” He moved back to his spot, “It wasn’t too hard to do.” He faced them as he sat down. Kim snaked her arms around Max’s waist, remembering how she used to hold her when she was little. 

“She really is going to freak out.” Kim told Max seriously, thinking of how their mom had flipped out the other times. At least now it was actually styled, but Kim had a feeling Susan wouldn’t appreciate that it was a mullet. Max leaned against Kim, resting her head on top of Kim’s.

“She’ll get over it.” Max shrugged her shoulders, but Kim felt her stiffen when the familiar sound of a car pulled up. Billy rose quickly, taking the horror movie out. Neil didn’t like those movies and Susan thought that the girls were too young to watch them, especially Max.

“Remember,” Billy sat back down on the couch, hiding The Evil Dead to his side, “I didn’t do anything.” He told Max seriously. She sank down next to Kim, nodding her head as she appeared a little pale. Kim grinned.

“Too late to regret it now,” Kim told Max, ignoring the irritated look that Max gave her. She only shrugged her shoulders, laughing at the way Max sank further into the cushions.

Neil and Susan came in through the back, full of smiles as they appeared. Kim waved her hand softly, forcing a smile. She looked back over her shoulder, looking at how Billy looked withdrawn. She had an urge to reach out and touch his hand.

“What are you guys doing?” Neil sounded nice as he spoke. Max was still trying to hide, looking like she had suddenly regretted her decision. Kim glanced at the two of them, wondering if she would have to be the one to speak.

“We ordered pizza,” She said at last, filling the silence in the room, “We watched a few movies.” She shrugged her shoulders, then quickly stopped. She was trying not to draw too much attention to Max.

“Oh, that’s nice,” She watched as her mom walked around the corner. She ruffled Billy’s hair as she walked by, and Kim found herself grinning as the uncomfortable expression that crossed his features. Max dipped down lower, narrowly avoiding it, “I’m glad you’re all getting along.” 

“Yeah,” Billy glanced towards Neil, “There’s more pizza in there if you want it.” He offered softly. Kim wanted to reach across the couch and pull him into his lap. She hated how he was constantly seeking Neil’s approval. Susan paused, turning around quickly. 

“Max!” Susan exclaimed, dropping her purse in horror, “Your hair! Oh my god, what happened to your hair?” She was gripping Max’s face, turning her side to side as she examined the mullet that Max was sporting. Max shrugged her shoulders, a smirk pressing into her lips as she finally found her confidence again.

“What?” Max looked at her, like she was challenging her to say something, “You said I needed a haircut, I got one.” Neil was staring too, a displeased look on his features. 

“Billy!” Susan was exasperated as she turned to face him. Billy held his hands up innocently and Kim found herself ready to defend him as well. She didn’t want Neil beating him for doing so. 

“It wasn’t Billy,” Max defended quickly, “I went to the salon like you said, only I didn’t like the girl that was going to do my hair. So, I went to a barber shop.” Max was quick to come up with a story. Kim was trying not to laugh, knowing it sounded exactly like something Max would do. Susan was still staring at her, as if Max had grown another head. She sighed deeply, pushing her hair from her face in frustration. 

“A barber shop?” Neil walked closer, looking at her hair with his lip curled up. Kim suddenly wondered if she should get a mullet too. The three of them could match. 

“They had an arcade in the back.” Max said quickly, defending her story. Susan looked at her like she had just been stabbed. Kim's eyes lingered towards Billy, watching as he covered his mouth with his hand to keep from grinning. She was sure he was trying not to laugh. 

“It’ll grow back,” Kim defended Max gently, “It’s hair. It grew back before.” Kim nodded her head. Max pressed her cheek against her shoulder, hiding her smile into Kim’s skin. Billy was bouncing his foot, beginning to shake the couch as Neil turned towards them again. 

“I don’t want it to look like that,” Susan protested, looking at Max’s hair one last time, “Why would you cut it like that?” She sounded exasperated, like she couldn't understand anything that Max did. Max shrugged her shoulders.

“I didn’t like it long, it kept getting in the way,” She tried to explain, “This is the style now.” Max touched the ends of her hair gently, puffing it up. She looked proud of her hair and Kim found herself tucking a piece of her red hair from Max's face. She didn't want Max to feel bad about it. It was cute, it fit her. Even if it wasn't a normal haircut for a girl. 

“For boys!” Susan groaned, pressing her hands to her cheeks, “That’s enough movies and pizza. You guys should’ve watched her.” Susan leaned against the couch, looking frustrated as she turned towards Kim and Billy. Kim felt herself stiffening, not wanting Billy to get blamed for what had happened. 

“We worked,” Kim spoke before Billy, beating him to the bush, “I can’t take her to work with me.” She told her mom seriously, unsure of how she would’ve stopped it had it happened that way. 

“Max can just go with Billy to the pool from now on,” Neil said suddenly. Kim had expected him to be more upset, but he looked amused. She didn’t like that. She wondered if he was thinking about Max as his own. She pulled Max closer to her, “That way he can watch her.”

“Are you serious?” Billy sounded irritated as he spoke. Kim glanced towards him quickly, worried that he would get in trouble. Max frowned.

“I don’t like the water.” She whined as she shuffled her feet together. Kim nudged her shoulder softly, trying to get her to stop.

“You should’ve thought of that before you cut your hair,” Susan told her seriously, “I think it’s time everyone goes to lay down.” She huffed softly, still looking like she couldn’t believe Max had done that. Kim shuffled towards the edge of the couch, suddenly self-conscious with what she was wearing. 

“Thanks so much mom,” Max huffed, stomping towards her room, “I’m keeping my hair like this too!” She shut the door after that, still knowing better than to slam it with Neil around. 

“Just keep an eye on her,” Neil was looking at Billy pointedly, “It’s your responsibility.” Kim felt bad that it somehow always seemed to fall onto his shoulders. She was grateful that he was at least not getting beat for what he had done. 

“Yes sir.” Billy didn’t miss a beat as he spoke. He picked the movie up, still keeping it to his side as he rose from the couch. He handed Kim a blanket, looking at her one last time before he left. Kim felt lonely again, quickly wrapping the blanket around herself and leaving. She headed into her room, shutting the door behind her.

She was grinning, despite the odd feeling that was swimming back inside of her body. She felt like this had been the first normal night that they had since Chicago. She missed him. She missed everything about him. She had a strong urge to go back to him now but fought it. 

She laid down on her bed, pulling her blanket up over herself as she stared up at the ceiling. She felt a bubbling feeling forming in the pit of her stomach. She tried to ignore it, tried to ignore the wetness that was dripping between her thighs. She huffed, unsure of why she had to crave him when her feelings were still raw. 

Kim kept tossing and turning, trying to ignore the numbness that was spreading through her at the same time. It seemed that the only part of her body didn’t understand that she was supposed to be feeling that way. She kept thinking about Billy. How his eyes had lingered on her skin and how he still wanted her. She had an urge to bite down on her fist, completely frustrated with everything. 

She finally rose, stripping her nightgown and panties off before she put on Billy’s white wife beater over her head. She sighed in bliss, enjoying the way she could still smell him. She ran her hands along the curve of her body, imagining that it was Billy’s large hands instead. She thought of his raspy voice, the naughty things he’d say to her if he knew what she was about to do.

Her nipples hardened against her shirt, and she could no longer ignore the throbbing between her legs. She pushed her fingers between her folds softly, gasping at how wet she felt. She was frustrated, so irritated that Billy could do this to her so easily when they weren’t even together.

She moved her hand away quickly, grabbing a hold of one of her pillows. She folded it up before she quickly straddled it between her legs, begging to get rid of some of the tension. She moved her hips down slowly, gasping at the feeling of her wet cunt dragging across the rough material.

Her hands found her boobs as she slowly created a rhythm against the pillow. She was biting her lip, trying to be quiet, but it was like she hadn’t ever been touched before. Her clit was throbbing from the sensation, begging for more. She pretended that she was on top of Billy, that she was pressing down on his hard cock as she rolled her hips roughly.

She was so frustrated as she grinded her hips back down against the soft pillow, wishing she was being stuffed full of Billy’s cock instead. She gasped as she imagined him sliding in and out of her wet cunt. She thought of his rough hands, his dirty tongue and his toned body. 

She was losing control, feeling close as she fell forward into her other pillows. She desperately fixed the pillow between her legs, moaning as she grinded down harder into her pillow. She was hot and sweaty, trying to muffle her sounds as she pressed her face into the pillows.

“Billy,” She was crying out desperately, thinking of him as the movement of her hips became lazier. Her pillow was soaked, wet from her pussy as she moved down harder, thinking of how good he looked with his lips covered in her slick, “Oh Billy.” She bit down on one of her other pillows, cutting over her sounds completely as her thighs shook. Her stomach tightened and she came hard, pressing her cunt as hard into the pillow as she could manage. 

She stilled, panting into her bed as she came down from her high. Her ears were ringing as her thighs shook from how hard and quick, she had just come. She didn’t realize that her body would crave Billy the same way her heart did. She slowly peeled herself away, pulling the pillowcase away from her pillow and discarding it in the room. She rose slowly, beginning to take herself to the bathroom to clean away the shame. She debated about changing but decided against it. She wanted to keep the memory of Billy close to her. 

“Are you wearing my shirt?” Her body froze and she jumped as she paused near the bathroom door. Her eyes widened three sizes too big, and she peered at Billy standing in the kitchen, holding a beer in his hands. She froze in her spot, her fingers clenching together tightly as she grew flustered. She pulled his shirt over her thighs, wishing it was larger to hide her away. 

“You said I could have it.” His eyes scanned along the curve of her body, taking in milky thighs and perky nipples. He put his can down, stalking towards her slowly. Her pulse quickened and she felt her body warm as she took in his hungry eyes.

“Looks nice on you,” He had her back up against the wall, his hands drifting along her curves. She moaned at the touch, her body reacting before her mind could, “You’re so fucking loud.” He criticized, causing her cheeks to warm. She hasn’t been that loud, there was no way he had heard her.

“I wasn’t doing anything.” She protested. Her eyes widened as he dipped his hand between her legs. She whimpered softly, biting down on her bottom lip as he pressed his thick fingers against her wet cunt. He smirked as he dragged his warm fingers along her slick.

“You weren’t?” He teased her, his finger pressing against her swollen clit as he spoke. She exhaled roughly, her hips moving up towards his fingers. She shook her head quickly, ignoring how his free hand was sliding underneath the shirt and exploring her slender body.

“I was behaving,” She said quickly, her breath hitching in the back of her throat as he moved his fingers across her hole. She needed him to stop, she was craving him too badly to be the one to say no, “Oh god.” She mumbled softly, grinding against his fingers while his other hand squeezed at her boobs.

“You make this so hard,” He grumbled out, “Such a fucking brat.” She sighed, moaning softly against his lips as he kissed her hard. She fumbled for a moment before she found his pace, sliding her tongue into his mouth. It was messy and sloppy, but she didn’t mind. 

“I can make it up to you,” She promised, her palm pressing against his bulge. She squeezed, desperately wishing he’d just bend her over and relieve both of their tensions. He groaned, pressing closer to her, “I’ll be a good little sister.” She promised, knowing how he liked when she referred to herself as that.

“Fucking little minx,” He cursed out, gripping her chin as he kissed her again. She whimpered grinding her hips back up against him as a way to convince him, “Want you so bad.” His words danced in her ears. She was ecstatic, knowing that he still felt something for her. 

“I want you too.” She breathed out hard, her hands tracing the curve of his arms as she held onto him. She was searching for his darkened eyes, begging him for just a moment together. He bit his bottom lip hard.

“I can’t,” He said at last, looking a little crestfallen, “I don’t want to hurt you.” He finished his thought as he looked towards her. She was still clinging to him, not caring if she regretted this later. She only cared about what she felt right now.

“You won’t,” She promised, nearly falling on her knees to beg for him, “I want it too. Please.” She was trying to reassure him. She didn’t care if he didn’t make a decision after this, she just needed him right now. Just a part of him.

“Kim,” He sighed as he cupped her face, kissing her softer this time, “I don’t want to drag you along.” She was close to groaning in frustration. She leaned in closer, pressing her face up toward his again.

“I don’t mind,” Their lips were close as she spoke. He looked like he was debating it, “You said we could still have fun.” She was nodding her head, trying to convince him to change his mind.

“You’re cute when you’re like this,” He said at last as he slowly moved his hands away from her. She could’ve ripped her hair out and screamed from the loss of his touch, “It’s not the right time.” She felt like whimpering.

“When will be the right time?” She asked at last, worried that he would never want to be with her again. She wished she hadn’t made things so awkward.

“I don’t know,” He said at last. He pressed his lips against the corner of her mouth, “I promise it’s nothing against you.” She nodded her head, although she wasn’t sure. She worried that he’d find someone else. He kisses her again, slow and sweet as if he knew what she was thinking.

“It’s no fun when you tease me,” She pouted her lips out, her hands now resting against his chest, “I’m all bothered again.” She told him, watching the way a smirk formed on his lips.

“Do you want the vibrator?” He asked her, tilting his head as he watched her eyes go wide. She felt her cheeks warming again as she thought about the toy. She resisted clenching her thighs together.

“Nope,” She told him quickly. It felt too personal to use on her own and she was sure if she did, she’d have the whole house awake, “I’m fine.” She squeaked out. He looked at her amused, like he expected nothing less from her. He was frustrating. She just wished he could admit his feelings too.

“Are you going to Tommy’s party?” She nodded her head yes, curious if he was going to go. She figured he would, but she didn’t see a point in showing up if he wasn’t there. It wouldn't be fun if he didn't go, she'd have nothing to look forward to. 

“Yeah,” She hated the empty feeling that was settling over her as he pulled further away from her, “I sort of made a deal so I could find you.” She smiled softly, willing him to stay with her. Everything else that was complicated between them could wait until the morning. They could live for right now, forgetting the rest of it. She only wanted him. 

“Maybe I’ll see you there.” She felt another stabbing in her chest. Maybe. He acted like he might have better things to do, like he wouldn’t even search for her in a crowd. She felt ice in her lungs as she breathed out again, feeling like she was losing him.

“Yeah,” She tucked her hair behind her ears, “Maybe I will.” It hurt her to say. She wanted to see him. Even if he wouldn’t be, she’d be searching through the various faces until she landed on his. He cupped her face again, pressing his lips against hers in a gentle peck and leaving her more confused than ever. She watched as he left, feeling cold and empty again as her heart trudged along after him. She wanted him back.

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Defying Certain Death Part 15

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Characters in Distress

While this part is relatively tame, previous and future parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Barrett felt he was being watched. People, and, now that he was aware, their humans, definitely noticed he was holding something close to his chest. The mages with the stand near the edge of town watched him closely. He didn’t blame them. Some of what they sold was quite valuable, and his kind were known for liking things of value. Not that his kind were inclined to steal, but most of the mages were humans and so they knew he could be a threat to them. But he wasn’t interested in them today. He had one place he would go today in this Syorian town. The clothing store. He knew he and his fellow Syor were required to be on what Syorian called “good behavior”when coming to town. There were humans, but they belonged to the Syorian, and thus were under Syorian protection.

He felt Hope moving under his hand a bit. She seemed nervous about how he was holding her so securely against himself. She definitely seemed nervous when he growled at anyone who came too close. It was no doubt obvious to everyone that he was holding something precious and valuable to him. Everyone knew how to recognize possessive behavior. He didn’t care what they thought. They could have all sorts of guesses about what he valued so much. Although if they used their extra eyelid, they could see her life in his hand. He kept focused on his goal. He passed the fruit stand, the bakery, and various other shops. He paused at the bathhouse, thinking briefly. Getting cleaned up would be nice... But he shook his head and continued, finally reaching the clothing store.

Barrett sighed and pushed open the door to the clothing shop, and stepped inside. His eyes traced the familiar and tantalizing movement of the human workers scurrying to the back to hide. They always did when a Syor came in. He smirked, enjoying the fear he inspired in those humans. He looked at the Syorian tailor, and smiled, “Today I am not shopping for myself. Today I want to buy something nice for her.” He pulled his hand away from his chest, showing the human girl he held in his hand. The look of shock on the Syorian’s face was expected. Syor didn’t keep humans alive, unless to use as bait, and definitely didn’t buy nice things for them. Hell, they almost never bought nice things for each other unless it was their offspring. “Focus. Get some nice human clothes out for her to try on.” 

The Syorian recovered enough from the brief shock to go get some human outfits. Barrett walked over to the human platform, mirrors, and dressing room and lowered his hand by it. He watched Hope get off his hand and look around and he smiled at her, “There you go. Told you I’d bring you to shop. We’ll get you something pretty.” Barrett could see Hope was still nervous, but he knew shopping made him happy, so he assumed she would calm once they got started.

After a moment the Syorian asked if Barrett would leave their tailors alone so they could work with Hope and he immediately nodded. “I won’t mess with your little treats while they pamper my Hope. As much as they smell delicious, taking care of her is more important so they are safe... only so long as they are beneficial to my Hope.” At first there was no sign of the human tailors. Barrett chuckled, and repeated that he wouldn’t hurt them. Not today. He glanced down, noticing he was still pretty dirty from the rockslide despite using the lake to wash up. He probably looked like a real monster, like he’d been in a fight or something. He usually went to the bathhouse before the clothing store, but he really wanted to get something for Hope. He noticed one tailor peek out, then walk over to Hope.

Eventually, the other two humans working the clothing shop came out of their hiding places to start working on helping find what clothing suited Hope... well, more like what Barrett thought would suit her. Hope spoke softly to them occasionally, but Barrett was eagerly pointing out the fanciest and most expensive outfits that might fit Hope, then praising how they looked on her when she tried them on. The tailors were extremely uneasy when he leaned close to look at Hope in the various outfits.

The other humans very quickly figured out Hope didn’t exactly enjoy this much and definitely wasn’t used to such fancy outfits. They looked at each other when she commented about how awkward it would be to try to plant things in one of the fitted dresses. This was a very unique circumstance, and assuming she survived her time with the Syor, they may have to make custom outfits that were some combination of the fancy the Syor wanted and the practical the girl was more used to. She was disappointed in a lack of pockets to hold garden tools and seeds with the next outfit, but Barrett  clearly adored how she looked, and to the human tailors, keeping the man-eating monster happy was more important. 

They start talking to each other a bit about how the Syor seems to treat Hope more like a fancy doll to dress up rather than a person with her own wants... but that was a far cry better than how most Syor just treat humans as food. After a couple hours of going through outfits, they seemed to find one that Hope seemed to dislike the least. At least she could move around in it fairly well, and if her belt with pouches was adjusted slightly, she could still carry her seeds and plant samples with it. Barrett wasn’t quite as satisfied with it as others, but perked up immediately when he heard Hope speak her first compliment about an outfit. He was super excited, grinning broadly as he exclaimed, “I knew we’d find something fabulous for you! I’ll have them pack it up and we can go to the bathhouse next! I’ll just take you in with me so you can get washed up nicely. We’ll get a private one so nobody eyes you.” He definitely had some understanding that she hadn’t been enjoying the outing like he planned, but her accepting even a single outfit was enough that Barrett felt at least slightly successful.

As the humans bagged up the outfit for Hope and Barrett paid the Syorian, he spoke to her, holding her in one hand, “I don’t know why you didn’t cheer up with this; I always love finding the newest, fanciest outfits. But at least we found one you enjoy... The pouch belt you wear kind of clashes with it a bit, but you really seem to want to wear it so maybe now that the tailors have met you, they’ll be able to design some custom outfits that it won’t clash with. I’m sure you’ll have better times shopping in the future. You just aren’t used to how big it is here yet!” Hope was quiet, not wanting to argue or correct his assumptions. At least the tailors seemed to recognize she was a farmer and gardener, not the sort of person to wear such things, but they also seemed to be scared enough of Barrett to lean more towards what he wants to do.

Barrett approached the giants’ bathhouse, paying for a private wash room and entering. After going in he closed the door and paused, thinking. “Wait... It’s wrong for people to see each other naked most of the time, and... hmm...” He seemed deep in thought, then perked up, “I can put you in my mouth while I wash, and I can turn my back while you wash!” Before Hope could protest, she found herself on his tongue, and his mouth snapped shut. She shuttered and curled up in a ball, “No no no.... don’t eat me....” He tried to speak around her, struggled to make his words clear, then plucked her out again, “Not gonna eat ya. This is just so I can wash up without you scampering off. Okay? I don’t want to lose track of you because then I can’t protect you. I wouldn’t have bought you that pretty outfit if I was just going to eat you..”

  Hope soon realized she couldn’t talk him out of this, “So... I get to get washed up too?” He nodded with a grin, and popped her back in his mouth before she could ask anything else, stripping down and enjoying the hot water. Once he was fully clean, he focused on the flavor in his mouth. Humans have such a delightful flavor... But he promised he wouldn’t eat her, and he supposed that extended to swallowing her with the temporary protection. Not to mention there was limited time in the private washroom, and he didn't feel like paying for additional time. His tongue trailed over her and he purred, savoring her taste, starting to move her around so her flavor would cover his tongue. No nipping, he didn’t want to accidentally break skin or, gods forbid, bones like he did with humans that were food, but she was just so tasty. Remembering he was supposed to be giving her a happier day, he froze. Tasting her wasn’t going to make her happy. He frowned, and focused on letting her have a turn. He turned the water down, dried and redressed. He pulled Hope from his mouth and set her on the soap shelf where the water still dribbled down while barely on. He turned his back, knowing it was too high for her to get down or go anywhere. “Wash up. I made sure the water is still warm, even if there is much less of it.”

He listened as she used the water to clean up, waiting... She took an awfully long time... He was beginning to think he needed to check on her when she spoke up that she was done and dressed. He turned back, smiling at the sight of her in the new outfit he bought. He scooped her up with a grin, “You look good all cleaned up in that dress. Let’s go back to where we camp. You still have food from that cart, right? I’ll go hunting while you rest there.” He looked closer and frowned. She had bruises... was that from his tasting her? Not good. Apparently he was too rough. He sighed, “I didn’t mean to bruise you. But at least it’s minor. Let’s head back.” He then left the bathhouse and headed down the road.

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jungkook watches the red wedding

in which jungkook watches the red wedding from game of thrones

description/tags/author's note: self-explanatory as per the title / ~1.4k words / fluff but also a bit angsty? is this what everyone calls hurt/comfort? / contains spoilers for the red wedding in game of thrones (season 3, episode 9) / just a quick little drabble i wrote / finally sharing to celebrate the follower milestone i hit and also jk at the world koop! so proud of him. / if you like this you'd love this - this fic was born out of that post!

tw: it’s a reaction to the red wedding scene from got so mentions of fictional deaths including the death of an unborn baby, blood/bloodhsed, stabbings, but none of that occurs IN the pic - they’re just watching the episode that portrays all of that. 

“Okay Jungkook, let’s do this. Are you ready?” you ask your boyfriend, who made his way over from the kitchen, two big bowls of popcorn in his hands.

“Baby, we watch an episode almost every night, of course I’m ready,” he says. “What’s all this fuss today? I’m not complaining but it seems extra cozy.”

“I just feel like we need it.” You readjust the extra pillows and spread open the fleece blankets you had brought over to the mattress Jungkook laid out in front of the living room TV. “Are you okay? Are you sure you want to watch it today?”

“Baby, yes. What’s wrong? Do you not want to? Is it a bad episode? Tell me the truth. You’re a terrible liar, anyways,” he says before sipping from a cup of chamomile tea you had just poured for him. 

“No, Jungkook, let’s just watch!”

Right as the HBO logo fades away, Jungkook begins singing along to the theme song of the show, as he did with every single episode. He did not care when you told him that each opening theme showed the locations we’d visit in the episode (he considered them spoilers). He preferred singing or humming along to the theme song in a variety of ways. Today, it was operatic. Your poor boy had no idea what was ahead of him.

As the episode played on, Jungkook became too focused to continue cuddling and sat cross-legged right next to you on the mattress, sipping at his chamomile tea whenever you refilled his cup. With his eyes still glued to the screen as the wedding approached, you were able to position your phone at the perfect angle to capture his reaction….

“Jungkook, what do you think of Robb?” you ask.

“Hmm?”

“Robb. Do you like him?”

“Yeah. I think he’s admirable, he’s trying to be a leader, he’s inspired by his father, and he just fell in love…. He had the guts to follow his heart. It takes guts, to follow your heart.”

“True, Robb or Jon?,” you ask, feigning it as one of the many random questions you asked him while he watched GoT, wanting to know his opinion. 

“Hmm… maybe Robb,” he answers as the wedding scene begins. “Ay, baby I don’t feel too good.”

“About what?”

“I don’t know, I feel… tense in my stomach.”

“Weird, do you want me to get you something for nausea?”

“No, no, baby.. sssh. Hold my hand,” he whispers, and you gladly take his hand in yours, rubbing the area between his thumb and index finger.

You catch Jungkook smiling at Robb and Talisa’s kiss just as Catelyn did in the scene, but his smile vanishes as fast as hers.

“Ay, baby…." he says, noticing the Rains of Castamere play in the background of the scene. “The music… Arya’s so close!”

Knowing how fast the scene plays out, you stay silent in fear you’d distract him, and Jungkook doesn’t say a word either until he lets out a scream at the sudden sight of Talisa getting stabbed, followed by a series of noises the bloodshed continues, all the while his grip on your hand grew tighter.

“HIS WIFE. THE BABY,” he says in disbelief as the scene cuts to Arya, his eyes still glued to the screen, tears pouring out when Robb crawls to Talisa’s body.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” he hopes when Catelyn takes Walder Frey’s wife hostage. 

But he doesn’t say anything else. His mouth remains agape, his eyes fixed on the screen until Robb gets stabbed and Catelyn gets slashed.

And the scene cuts to black.

“Baby,” you say, half a minute later, a tiny laugh escaping at the end of it, staring at Jungkook frozen in his spot. “….You okay?”

He breathes deeply, staring into a void.

“You. Knew…… You knew this would happen?”, he asks, his voice stern and angry despite the tears bubbling up in his eyes and the pout on his face.

“Well, yes, baby, I saw the show a couple of times already.”

“AND YOU LET ME WATCH IT?”, he screams, looking away. “You let me get attached to these characters, this show and….”

Jungkook rarely got angry, it was one of the many things about him that amazed you…. He always had reasons to be, but it was never as though he was concealing his anger… It was as though it was an emotion entirely unknown to him…. And now with his back turned towards you, you can’t tell if he was fuming, heartbroken, or worse, both…. When he got up and paced the room, you felt a pang in your heart, guilt at putting him through any pain…. 

“That’s why you asked me about Robb,” he realizes, glaring at you. “Fucking hell, I’m never getting attached to any fictional character ever again - you know about the Iron Man incident!”

“Yes, baby, and I love you for it! It’s okay to get attached! You know I’m the same! It’s okay to love! To care!”

“If you really cared about these characters you wouldn’t rewatch this show and suffer this pain. Oh, baby, I’m angry. I’m sad.” Jungkook’s shoulders slump. “He had just gotten married, he was going somewhere and starting a family…. And ARYA WAS JUST ABOUT TO REUNITE WITH HER FAMILY AFTER ALL THOSE YEARS. FUCK. YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE ARYA.”

“I know, baby, I know.”

“Tell me NOW if something happens to her later on, I need to know now.”

“Jungkook…. I can’t spoil the show - are you so upset that you want to stop watching?”

“N-no. I still like Arya and Daenerys. And Jon kinda, I guess….” He murmurs. “But Robb. His wife. His MOTHER….. The Starks…..”

Tears pour from his eyes, and you suddenly remember your propped-up phone. Hitting the big button on the screen, you stopped recording, overwhelmed with guilt. This was too much. Though it was still emotional for you, going through the journeys and emotions with fictional characters was second nature to you. You knew he could get emotional too - Jimin kept telling you how upset he was after Avengers: Endgame…. But you didn’t expect this. 

“Aww, baby come here,” you say outstretching your arms, and he crawls down onto the mattress and into your embrace. Feeling him nuzzle against your chest, you rub his hair and kiss his head.

“Aww, my baby, it’s okay,” you whisper against his hair as he hides himself in your body, crying.  “It’s okay….”

“Just promise me the show ends well….” he whispers.

You bite your lip, and kiss the top of his head more times than you can count in hopes he thought you didn’t hear him… He suffered enough heartbreak for a while.

It’s so hard to look at his puffy, tear-streaked face when he stares up at you, and the now adorable little pout his lips formed, which you kiss as you hold his face in your hands. “Awww. My baby survived the Red Wedding episode.”

“Can we go to bed?” Jungkook sniffles before kissing you again, his teeth softly tugging at your lips for a brief moment.

“Sure, baby…. But let’s watch something fun before that?” you suggest. “We’ll both get nightmares if we won’t.” 

“You’re right,” he says, turning to face the TV, still cozied up against you as you found something to watch on YouTube that you knew would entertain Jungkook.

“The chamomile tea in the thermos is still warm, drink some in a bit, Kookie, it’ll help you relax.”

He scoffs. “So that’s what that was. I can’t believe I didn’t see all this coming.”

“No one did, Jungkook, don't feel bad for not predicting it. I couldn’t sleep when I watched it. I'm just glad you didn't see any spoilers, that's a rare thing. Don’t forget the tea, though.”

“It didn’t stop me from crying, baby…. But I guess needed it. I need something to make me laugh too. And I need you,” he says, rubbing your leg and kissing your skin. 

“You have the tea and you'll always have me, Jungkook. I promise I'll make you smile so hard to make up for this,” you say, kissing his head when he giggled either at your comment or the show you put on, the sight of his bunny teeth peeking out from his lips engulfing you in relief and happiness. 

Because what could be better than cuddling up with the love of your life with a cup of tea, crying over fictional characters? Traumatic as the shows may be…

This was home.

[jowrites]

When the Dahlia sings Her Song - 4. Even dead flowers are beautiful.

TW: Mentions of death, physical abuse, mental illness, depression, anxiety, parental death, verbal abuse, mute disorder, mentions of sex, some smut(in future), cursing

Strangers to Lovers. Lee Heeseung x F!OC(I like giving names).

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“You know, you have to stop telling everyone this place is magic. We’ll have a false advertising lawsuit on our hands if you don’t,” Jake said just as Heeseung left. Kai laughed at her brother.

“No.” She simply said and stuck her tongue out.

“Hey, rude! I’m older, respect the bro!” Jake then stuck his tongue out at her. “I think that guy likes you. He has the same crazed secret admirer look in his eyes like the rest of them.”

Kai simply shrugged, not caring to dwell on it. She’s had many admirers and none she really cared to entertain. Heeseung though, she couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in her stomach when he’s around, and she does notice him staring. If she wasn’t so shy, she would be staring right back if she could. Or better, she wished she could take a picture. OH! A picture! He’s a famous chaebol, there’s photos of him online. She’s simply a genius.

After closing up shop and heading upstairs, Kai quickly gets ready for bed, petting their cat Goerge who has made his spot on her bed. She took out her phone and looked up Heeseung’s name. There were a lot of articles about their company, from stocks dropping and rising. She recognized Beomgyu, who was hanging around Gyuri for a while. Gyuri told her how crazy he was and that he needed to grow up and just does everything to spite his family. She wondered about Heeseung, he seemed to be the complete opposite. He was inheriting the company and pretty soon next in line to take over. Their worlds seem so different, she wondered why 2 chaebol kids were hanging around their hotel. Soon, sleep overtook her and she fell into a nice deep slumber. She only dreamed of black Dahlia’s and that handsome man's smile.

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“Release the articles, we’ll have an engagement party planned and set up in 2 weeks!”

Heeseung and Beomgyu sat in their father’s office, he was going over future plans and this time Beomgyu didn’t protest. He just stood up and nodded and was ready to head out.

“Beomgyu, I arranged some flowers to be sent to Somi, go and pick her up for lunch today. We need her on your good side,” He instructed.

“Yes, father!” Beomgyu left with his head low. He couldn’t do anything about this decision but just take it and accept it.

“What about you?” His father asked. “Heeseung?”

“What?” Heeseung snapped out of his daze and looked over at his father who was now sitting at his desk, glaring into him.

“We need to consider your marriage,” his father said.

“Oh, right. Right now I don’t think focusing on that would be best as I’m transitioning to take over,” Heeseung calmly stated.

“Hm, you’re just like me, fuck!” His father said under his breath, but Heeseung heard it loud and clear. “I don’t want to force you into anything since we don’t need anything from anyone. Beomgyu’s marriage is strictly punishment. For now, you can keep your freedom. You’ve done everything right this whole time, I only reward those who obey me.”

Of course, everything is always tied down by who listens better and does what they’re asked. Heeseung’s whole life he was groomed to obey and never question anything. He’s always been the boring good one, while Beomgyu runs chaos around the world. Beomgyu who has always never listened and done what he wanted to do. Beomgyu who made it clear he didn’t want any part of this world and wanted to do everything to disobey the order. Heeseung was jealous of his brother, and how free he was. Heeseung missed out on a lot because he was tied down to the orders. He was feeling a sense of rebellion now that he was going to take over everything soon.

“Oh, thank you for those flowers by the way. That was a good idea for your brother,” His father praised and Heeseung nodded. “Black Dahlia’s are an odd choice but I guess it means well anyway.”

He couldn’t wait to get out of there and go running. Running to her.

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“So, he wasn’t even her boyfriend?” Jay asked, out of breath as the two ran side by side on the treadmills.

“It was her brother,” Heeseung confirmed.

“This is great! Do you know what this means? You won’t be a homewrecker!” Jay exclaimed.

“That place is so weird, Jay. I got over 100 flowers that she arranged for free by the way, and I got them for only $50. How is that possible? And she keeps going on about this magic, this magic that and like, this other guy came out and wanted me to paint with him and drink wine…I don’t understand any of it!” Heeseung slowed his treadmill and began walking. 

“This place sounds like a blast, honestly. Can I come?” Jay asked.

“You want to come with me?” Heeseung asked.

“Why not? Plus, I’d get to see this beauty you oh so fell in love with,” Jay said.

“I didn’t fall in love with her!” Heeseung groaned, turning off the treadmill and getting off. He began to wipe his sweat with a towel.

“Yeah, okay!” Jay followed suit next to his best friend. “It sounds like a fun place.”

“It’s weird, there’s also nothing about Hotel Juliet anywhere online, it’s like this place literally does not exist,” Heeseung drank from his water.

“Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be? Or maybe they are all criminals and in hiding, or doing illegal business that’s why everything is so cheap. It’s a front!” Jay gasped.

“You’re an idiot!” Heeseung couldn’t help but wonder the same thing.

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“Wait, this is it?” Jay asked as both of them sat in Heeseung’s car in front of the hotel. Heeseung nodded and just looked out watching everyone inside.

“It doesn’t look like anyone’s…home?” Jay was so confused and now he understood it. “I’m going to put $1,000 on that criminal front theory.”

“I wouldn’t take that theory out either,” Heeseung agreed.

“Well, shall we? Let me go sniff some flowers!” Jay quickly got out and began hopping his way over to the entrance. Heeseung placed his hands in his pockets and followed shortly, already being familiar with the amazing aroma of the place. He doesn’t think he can ever get tired of it.

“Wow, if it wasn't for our lovely new chaebol friend here. You’re here to paint, right?” Sunghoon greeted them and Heeseung immediately took note that Kai wasn’t around. Disappointment was laced on his face. “Don’t be too disappointed, geez. It’s a crime to frown.”

“And…you are?” Jay asked.

“Oh, I’m Sunghoon. I run the sip and sit department,” Sunghoon said.

“You act like this is a warehouse, shut up, stop bothering the customers! KAI!” Gyuri came out holding 3 boxes in her arms. 

“Oh, let me help you,” Jay quickly ran over and began to help her. 

“Normally, I’d say fuck off, but my arms are sore today so be my guest!” Gyuri said and Jay laughed at her as he fully took over.

Kai emerged from the back then, in a beautiful sundress and her hair was down this time. Heeseung’s breath was knocked out yet again by her beauty. 

“Take a picture, it will last longer,” Sunghoon whispered to Heeseung who was just about ready to punch this guy in the face.

You’re back, Are the flowers okay?

“Yeah, they’re fine. Thanks, I’m just here for my buddy Jay, who said he needed some flowers too and since you guys are obviously the cheapest around I thought I should bring him.”

“Yo, don’t wait up, I’m going to stay for that sip and sit class actually, it looks like fun,” Jay came over quickly waving off Heeseung. Heeseung sighed and face palmed himself, could not believe the idiot was convinced by another idiot.

It looks like he might be occupied for a while. You can join them

“I prefer to hangout…here, if you don’t mind? I like…flowers.”

Kai giggled and clapped a bit in excitement. 

Please do. I can show you how to arrange some flowers

“Uhm, be my guest. Sounds like fun.”

She grabbed his hand and led him to her workbench where her tools were and all sorts of flowers were. She was completely silent yet Heeseung watched very closely and understood everything she had to say. He followed her exact lead and movements as they arranged together. She had simple tulips and lavender together and it worked and made a beautiful bucket. She motioned for him to try and his eyes went wide.

“I can’t speak to the flowers like you can, I don’t know what I’m actually doing.”

You don’t need to speak to flowers to understand it, it will look beautiful either way because all flowers are beautiful, even the dead ones. 

[countrymusiclover]

84 - Meeting one of the Heretics

Part 85

Gemini Runaway

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I groaned rolling over seeing that Klaus was watching me silently. He leaned over kissing the crown of my head. “Good morning, Mr. Mikaelson.” 

“Good morning, Mrs. Mikaelson. So what are our plans for today. Hmm. Stay in the bed or help the mystic gang?” He asked me scooting over to me holding a hand against my cheek kissing me for the first time this morning. 

Rolling onto my side I pulled on top of me running my fingers through his tousled hair focused on his baby blue eyes. “I told you last night that I didn’t care as long as they don’t come after our daughters.” His hands resting on my hips looking deep in my eyes before he rests a hand behind my neck pulling my lips down to his. 

We broke apart resting our foreheads together, his raspy morning voice smiling. "I could spend the rest of my days waking up to you, just like this my heart." 

I smiled softly, slowly sliding my hand from his shoulder to his cheek, the feel of his stubble against it. “Always trying to be so charming,” my eyes drifted down to his lips then back to his blue gaze that had intensified. “You don’t need to be.” 

I brushed my lips feather light against his at first and drew back when I felt him inhale sharply, making me pull back waiting for him. Nik stared at me in awe before the hand on my waist slid up my back drawing patterns on it before pressing it against my cheek, he pressed forward, his lips capturing my own and angling my head to deepen the kiss.

"We should get up, can't just lie around in bed all day." I mumbled against his lips knowing that we probably needed to be heading back to New Orleans sometime soon.

Nik's arms slid around my waist as he breathed me in, enjoying the feel of me pressed against him. "I think we’re good where we are." His head dipped to my neck nudging my hair out of his way and pressed slow kisses to my neck.

I tipped my head back giving him more access as my hands through his hair, the soft curls slipping between my fingers, as I lightly moaned at the feeling. Klaus' lips traveled back up from my neck across my jaw and recaptured our lips, one of his hands tangling in my hair. 

His lips move over mine slowly, savoring the feel of my lips against his. Wanting this moment to be ingrained in both their memories for a thousand years to come. And we would have if it wasn’t for Damon calling my phone where I snatched it off the bedside table. “This better be life or death, Salvatore. You’re interrupting our peaceful morning!” 

“Great cause it is. My mother has taken Elena and Caroline. They have control of our house. So I was thinking you and your little wonder and adorable triplets could help us out. You know work your charms and take care of them.” He explained through the phone. 

Rolling my eyes Klaus laid his head on my bare chest where I ran my fingers through his hair. “Damon, get this through your thick head of hair. I don’t wish to start a war with the heretics. Yes we released her and her weird family from their prison world because my youngest daughter thought they deserved a second chance. But that doesn’t mean that we have to fix the problems that you made when you tried to blow them up.” 

“Wait a second. You released them. Are you insane? So they have now taken over our home and house because of you!” He raised his voice through the phone in anger. 

Klaus swiped the phone from my hands growling at the vampire. “Damon Salvatore, we are not to blame for you trying to blow them up and then being surprised that they wanted revenge. I suggest you find someone else to save your human girl-“ 

“We need to at least help Caroline. Cause our daughters love her.” I cut him off sitting upright in the bed grabbing my jeans and shirt that had been thrown on the floor the night before by him. 

Nik clicked his tongue, sending me an annoyed glance. “We will save Caroline but that is all. The rest is up to you. Don’t expect us to save you lot all the time or I will find you and tear your heart from your chest.” He tossed the phone across the bed vamping up. He grabbed his gray sweatshirt that he threw a black jacket over. 

We headed downstairs seeing that the girls were eating cereal at the table. “What happened here?” I scolded them when we came to see that there were cereal boxes on the floor and some milk spilled on the countertop. 

“We were hungry.” Hope started with a full mouth of food. 

Alina hit her hands on the table. “And you and dad were making loud noises last night then sleeping late this morning .” 

“And the cereal was on a high shelf. So we used our powers.” Missy smiled where I sighed not mad but I glared at Klaus who was just smiling in the doorway from what Alina had said about us. 

Clapping my hands together I shook past the embarrassment that they had heard us. “”Anyway your father and I were thinking that we should go pay our new neighbors a visit. Since it was Missy’ idea to free them. I think they would like to meet you three. So go get dressed and meet us in the car.”

The triplets ran upstairs leaving us alone where Nik slowly walked over to me wrapping his arms around my waist. “Oh come on. You can’t be angry at me for last night’s activity. Since you were the one who came onto me after all.”

“You were supposed to let me spell sage before we went any further so yes I can be slightly mad at you.” I scowled at him, draping my arms over his shoulders. 

He sent me puppy dog eyes kissing me. “I couldn’t help myself when I had the most beautiful woman in front of me.” Leaning forward I kissed him back gripping his shoulders but before the kiss got heated we heard. 

“Gross. Didn’t you do enough of that last night.” Alina scolded us hands on her hips when the other two were coming down the stairs. 

Nik raised a brow at our middle daughter hugging me closer to his embrace. “You should be thankful I am attracted to your mother. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here. How do you think babies are made?” 

“How?” Alina challenged him. 

But before he could say anything more I slapped my hand over his mouth changing the subject. “That’s a story for when you are older. Come on girls, go to the car now.” 

"Awe come on. Don't give me that scowl." Nil chuckled looking back at me. 

Crossing my arms over my chest I stomped out the front door shaking my head at him. "You could have just said nothing." 

"But she challenged me, Rae." He ran up beside me. "I never back down from a challenge." 

Whipping my head around our noses were inches from touching. "Alina's nine years old, Nik!" His blue eyes fixed on mine and I parted my lips until the car horn went off. 

"Let’s go. You can kiss later!" Alina pushed the button where we broke away finally making the drive to the boarding house. Shutting the car door the five of us walked up towards the front door. 

Missy knocked on the front door until it opened where we came face to face with a woman with blue eyes and long, blonde-brown hair. "Awe you're those vampires who freed us from our prison world. And you have children, how wonderful for you." 

"I know this is weird. But do you happen to know if my friend Caroline is here?" I asked her resting her hand on the doorway. 

The heretic snipped. "Ah yes I do think she's here. Follow me." Stepping over the threshold and into the house we followed her into the living where I gasped seeing Caroline sitting on one of the couch with bruises healing over. 

"Caroline! Oh my gosh - ah!" Vamling towards her we embraced until I felt a burning against my skin like it was vervain. 

She dropped her smile. "Sorry Rae. She spelled me so the other two girl heretics couldn't touch me." 

"What kind of spell is that, heretic?" Klaus asked her with a curious look. 

Hope asked the woman. "Cam you teach us?" 

"Where are the others at?" Alina began looking around the boarding house. 

Missy questions standing beside her daddy. "Are you going to hurt us?" 

The heretic shook her head glancing around at all of us. "On the contrary, no sweetie. I am actually glad you're here. I was just about to tell Caroline here the story of Stefan and I. Feel free to join us." 

"Can I ask your name?" I raised a questionable look. 

She walked forward, extending her hand. "Valerie,  Valerie Tulle. And who do I have the pleasure of meeting here?" 

"Raelyn, Raelyn Mikaelson." I reluctantly shook her head pointing towards Nik and my daughters. "That is my husband Klaus Mikaelson, the first original vampire and hybrid. And our daughters Alina, Hope and Missy." 

Valerie smiled. "That must be one hell of a story since vampires can't have children." 

"It is. But I am hoping for you to tell yours first. Since I believed that my brother and I were the only heretics on the planet." Valerie's smile dropped when I spoke my next words. 

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[thecupcakewritesmorethings]

Meet the Ossifers

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull x Reader

Plot: Jesse, currently acting as Richard Ossifer, returns to his fake spouse and their son on Halloween afternoon after a successful surgery. He proceeds to get a wholesome surprise.

Contrary to what one might expect, Jesse quite enjoys the concept of Halloween. Okay, sure. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the adult costumes unless he was actively hunting... And YES, a thousand roving little packs of children being lead around by their parents or older siblings could get annoying...

However, the safety and sanctity to be anything, or anyone HE wanted to be was a delight in of itself. More often than not, however, he choses to remain the one thing he doesn’t need a costume for; himself.

The sentiment may have been a little gaudy, but it rung VERY true for Jesse... Or “Richard Ossifer,” to his new neighbors. When else was the normally bandaged, mute man, going to enjoy the comfort of wearing his mask and suit out in public without it activating some fight-or-flight instinct in the general populace?...

... And in a way, he was happy he chose today to schedule his dental surgery.

Spann had driven him too and from his appointment. As much as it killed his machismo to not sit in the driver’s seat; he had to be careful. So the backseat, reclined as far as he could go would have to do. From behind the confines of his ace bandages he could feel his cheeks swelling to an otherwise alarming degree.

He tried not to think about how fucked up he’d look.

Instead, he focused on the world passing by outside. He surveyed the decorations in the shop windows, watching all the pumpkins and the sugar skulls and streamers. It wasn’t dark yet, but on occasion he’d pass by someone in their costume about to go out for candy.

Jesse should have reminded you to pick up candy... The good kind, too. Not the fun-sized stuff... Oh well. Maybe he’d be able to convince you to go get the goods after he arrived. They weren’t that far away from the house...

Wait. Anesthetic make braincells go brrr- he has a PHONE. In a few seconds he is patting himself down, earning a quick glance from Spann as he withdraws his phone.

“Is something wrong, sir?”

He shakes his head and sends you the message. Spann, he guessed, was more than capable of walking into a Target or Walmart to get candy- but he needed to be home. He’d not bother her with it.

It’s Halloween. Do we have good candy?

It takes a few moments for you to respond. When you do, Jesse feels slightly baffled.

Yeah. Cole and I went out and got costumes last week, don’t you remember?

No. He didn’t. Did Spann go with you? He wracked his brain trying to recall you requesting--.... Oh. That’s right. You had asked him for a few hundred the week prior for something. You had told him- but by now your fake relationship as his happy little house-spouse had become iron clad. He never batted an eye when you asked for some pocket change.

What candy did you guys get?

A variety pack.

It’s a bunch of fun-sized stuff isn’t it?

You haven’t met Cole high on sugar. Trust me. You want fun-sized.

Oh. Now Jesse had to jump to your son’s honor. It had been a happy little coincidence that you had a young son when Spann had scoped you out. You had been... Struggling, to put it mildly, when Spann found you. It had been a risk when Jesse suggested that acting the part of his romantic partner would help keep you and your child afloat. Thankfully, you listened.

Well. You haven’t met Richard short on sugar.

Didn’t you just get out of surgery?

I recover well.

Cole was only six, but by god. Cole was impossibly ideal for a child. Sweet, respectful for a child his age, thought “Richie” was the coolest thing since sliced bread. Jesse had been hesitant, initially when he discovered you had a child. His plan would have gone to shit if Cole didn’t like him, and even if Cole HAD he wasn’t... Sure how he’d feel around kids since his Ex’s death.

Note to self: hide candy. From you.

Traitor.

Jesse returns his gaze to the road and watches for a moment as he lets any unease in his stomach uncoil. He’s the type to get motion sick if he’s looking down in a car, and the cocktail of pain meds and worn off anesthesia is making it worse.

After a few seconds he lifts his phone again.

What costumes did you get?

You do not respond immediately and it... Well, this is the ONE thing that annoys Jesse sometimes. Half of the time this is the only way he can talk to you, and though he knows you aren’t ignoring him on purpose: it’s hard to not feel that way sometimes.

You’ll see.~

Oh now he was curious.

... What are the costumes?

Trust me, you want to see them when you get back. We’re already in them!

Now Jesse was getting... Annoyed. Where you purposefully trying to be obtuse?

Pics?...

A thought occurred.

It’s nothing raunchy is it?

What? No. Cole picked them out!

However, his insistence was paying off. 

Let’s put it this way; we match!

... “We Match?” What the heck was that supposed to mean. Were you trying to be cute, and wound up being obtuse about it?

Jesse detested this guessing game, but before he pulled out the financial benefactor card, you recovered.

You want me to make you a shake?

Fuck yeah.

His eye hurt too much now, and his stomach was up in knots. Jesse didn’t like the idea, but he hated the idea of vomiting in Spann’s vehicle even less. He reclined and tried to relax the rest of the way home.

As tempting as it was to close his eyes, though, Jesse couldn’t. He and his little makeshift family lived in the back of a large suburban neighborhood of well-to-dos. Hiding in plain sight, really. Which meant you and Cole were essential. As far as your neighbors knew, your veteran of a boyfriend had been planning to tie the knot with you for quite some time... But the car accident had left his face burned and ruined, and so the two of you had decided to postpone it. Still, Jesse had been happy when you never corrected anyone who called you Mx. Ossifer.

There were lines of Mc-Mansions and slightly decorated lawns, but nothing too crazy for the Halloween Holiday, even as kids and their families dragged out red wagons to cart around toddlers and their candies... Maybe Jesse could have paid a landscape artist to decorate. You had only done so much on your own.

As Spann pulled up into the circular driveway of your shared home, Jesse had only been reminded that you hadn’t done too much to decorate. A few foam jack-o-lanterns at the doorstep, a few small pumpkins littered along the walkway, and orange lights replacing the walkway lights.

Spann helped him out of the car, and moments after stepping out he felt his entire back let out a symphony of pops. God he was tired. Still, the procedure would help him in the long-run... Plus he had a shake waiting on the inside.

After taking a few uneasy, sore steps, Spann offered her shoulder to help Jesse in, and minutes before they got to the French doors of the house, Cole opened them and stepped out.

He was wearing his Sunday best, a gift from Jesse for his birthday, excluding the dress shoes which had been swapped out for much more comfortable tennis shoes. He stared up at Jesse through a metallic half-mask shaped like a skull, with the other half of his face painted to look like a skeleton.

“You’re BACK!” he said to Jesse as he ran forward and went-- straight for the knees-- and hugged Jesse. “I missed you, Richie!”

Jesse could die and go to hell and he’d be happy. Forget the shake. There was a kid less than ten years old who was dressed up as a fancy skeleton holding his knee. It took all of three seconds before said child was scooped up into Jesse’s arms and safely clinging around Jesse’s neck.

You were soon to follow, a glass and a large straw poking out of it. You were- also in costume, but unlike Cole your face was all makeup to match the painted parts of his face...

Jesse continued to assess you with one eye while you approached with the shake. You had been dressed up nicely as well. Maybe not as corporate and formal as Cole, but you dressed well. Head-to-toe in black, bordering slightly on too form-fitting for a funeral, but far too dark for casual house-spouse attire.

A makeshift family of three Skeletons. You, looking like a modern-day Adams, Cole looking like a mini, corporate Grim Reaper... And of course... Jesse himself.

No. Not Jesse.

Richard. Richie Ossifer.

“Chocolate shake?” you asked. “Since your teeth will hurt otherwise?”

As soon as Jesse had picked up Cole, he sat him down and began typing away on his phone. He held it up to you frantically.

What’s this for?

“Oh, well.” Instantly through the skull paint he could see your face warp to a pensive frown of unease. “Cole SAID he wanted to be like you for Halloween, and when I saw the half-mask and the face-paint I came up with the idea. I didn’t...” your eyes turned to Spann for a split second. “I didn’t over-step did I?”

No. No you had not.

Jesse came forward and pulled you into an uncharacteristically emotional hug as Cole hugged your legs. “Yayyyy~ He likes it!~”

A perfect little cover-family. Jesse may have needed this cover family, but in that moment he wished so desperately that a fraction of the lie was a truth. To come home to an understanding spouse, a loving step-child... God damn, Richard was a lucky son of a bitch, and he wasn’t even real. Right now, though- the two of you were.

Pictures.

Jesse quickly released you and turned to Spann who was busy... Processing this. His hand shot out with his phone.

Spann held the phone in her hand and gave a sort of half-frown. “Sir, you’re not... You’re not in your mask.”

FUCK SHE WAS RIGHT.

Jesse stormed off into the house, maybe faster than was probably safe on as many pain meds as he had in his system, but the man waltzed right up to his stairs before slowing down. Cole passed him up. “I’ll get it! In the bathroom?”

The man nodded, lifting his hands to sign “Shelves”. Cole had done good learning a few spare ASL phrases... Still wouldn’t sign back to Jesse but, well. He’d take a win where it mattered.

“OKAY!” Cole hollered halfway running to Jesse’s room already as you and Spann entered the house.

“Sir, you just came out from under the knife. You should probably sit down.”

Jesse shook his head and signed HELL, then proceeded to shake his head. Hell no, he said. Had to get pictures with his boy and his spouse. It was actually odd, Spann let out a humored chuckle-snort. Clearly she found the idea cute as well. 

Seconds later Cole came running down the stairs with the Chromeskull mask in his hand and handed it to the tall man on the way down. “Pictures! Pictures!”

Jesse bobbed his head to the chant and held hands as they descended the stairs with a jaunty little step.

In no time at all Jesse grabbed your arm and pulled you up a step to get better into the photo and Cole was up in his arms. In three seconds Spann would take no fewer than five pictures of “Richie” and the rest of the Ossifers. In twenty minutes, Jessie would convince Spann and you to let him stay up to pass out candy while you went out with Cole. When you’d return several neighbors would tell you how adorable your family Halloween theme was.

An hour after that the paint on you and Cole’s face would be hastily washed off and soup would be had for dinner. Your son would be asleep on the entertainment system and Spann would leave. Jesse would help wake Cole long enough to get him into his bed and the two of you would go to your own separate rooms.

If it hadn’t been for his aching jaw, Jesse would have been brave and tried to coax you into spending a little bit more time together... Put on a horror movie. Maybe be coy and get closer to you, or pull you a little closer if you’d allow it... But his jaw was aching, and he desperately didn’t want this day to end with him over-stepping any boundaries, so he went to his bed alone and looked at the photos once more... He’d get a few of these printed for the home office.

Richard Ossifer was a lucky man. A lucky man indeed.

[concealeddarkness13]

OC Kiss Week Prompt 7: Sloppy

Content warning for alcohol, suggestive themes, mention of animal death, and mention of sex. The final one! This one is from my new story idea with Irina, Briar, and Vortex! Here’s the post for that story! Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes, @pen-of-roses, and @drabbleitout!

I kept my ears up as I sipped my drink, glancing down at Briar. She was sitting patiently at my stool, wagging her tail and looking up expectantly at me. I smiled and shook my head before I gave her one of my fries. She was an android version of my dog who had died too young, but she was almost exactly like her and still loved her fries.

There was a little bit of a commotion at the entrance to the bar, and I glanced back and laughed when I saw Vortex walk in. He was an android who was tracking me, sent by the company I had bought Briar from. That company decided for some stupid ass reason that Briar needed to be taken back, and I refused, so they sent Vortex after me. But he had found loopholes so that he didn’t take Briar.

There were people chatting him up aggressively. They knew he was an android by the glow of his eyes, and people were so interested in fucking androids. It was kind of ridiculous how much some people fixated on it.

He focused on the others, and his ears pinned back, and I nodded and stood up, downing the rest of my drink. I walked over to him and took his hand, smiling at the crowd around him. Briar was right next to me, growling a little to get people to back off.

I smiled sweetly at the crowd. “Thanks for the hospitality, guys, but this one’s mine. I paid for him specifically.” I put a hand on his shoulder, and I could feel his eyes drilling into me. “If you’ll excuse us.”

I gently led him away from the crowd and to the dance floor. Briar sat on the edge, watching carefully, and I kept an eye on her. She’d let me know if someone was trying to take her, but still. I couldn’t stand her getting taken.

I went to place his hands properly for the dance, but he had already done so. I blinked, but I didn’t comment, just started on the dance. He looked down at me, still frowning, but his ears weren’t so flattened. “Thank you,” he whispered. And he was good at the dance, not needing any instruction. When had he learned to dance? “But that was sloppy. You could have slipped away while I was distracted. If you keep letting me find you, I will have more trouble finding loopholes in my orders.”

I just grinned at him. “Did I ever say I was a professional hider? I don’t know how to do that. And I’ve gotta eat, right? Anyway, I don’t think I could hide from an android who can basically supernaturally track someone.”

He stared at me, ears perking forward. “It’s not supernatural. I just can observe my surroundings much better than humans can. And I have a good loophole for this time, but please be more careful. They’ll be asking me about why it’s taking so long soon enough. I might not be your tracker much longer.”

“The worst news.” I glanced over at Briar, and I was just reminded of what today was. “I just needed a drink today. Sorry for being obvious.” I pulled back as the song ended, and walked back over to the bar, petting Briar on the way. I ordered another drink and chugged it as Vortex followed me.

He brushed his hand against my shoulder, and I could feel him still watching me. “Rina…”

Wait, what? I turned to him with a frown. “You…you gave me a nickname?”

There was the barest hint of a smile on his lips. “What, you didn’t think I knew what a nickname was? I named myself Vortex, you know.”

I blinked. “I…I didn’t. Why did you choose that name?”

He shrugged. “Honestly, I thought it was an interesting phenomenon, and I liked how it sounded.”

I laughed and nudged him. That was amazing! He named himself even while being told over and over that he was less than a human and didn’t deserve a name. “And you say you’re not a person.”

He blinked. “I’m not.”

I snorted and ordered another drink. The room was starting to spin, but I didn’t want to think about what happened today two years ago. Briar whined and nudged my hand, and I petted her. At least I still had her. “You make decisions and think for yourself and have emotions. You’re a person to me.”

He didn’t say anything, just looked away as I got my drink and took a long drink. “What were you going to say before?”

His voice was quiet when he spoke. “Just that I’m worried about you. You shouldn’t be drinking so much when the company wants your android dog.”

I snorted and drank the rest of my drink. That would be enough to make everything feel a lot nicer and to help me forget what happened. Briar dying in my arms after I paid to make sure that her memories and personality would live on. She had only been alive for five years, and I couldn’t stand watching her slowly suffer and then die, leaving me alone. She had been, and still was, all I had left. Shit. I was supposed to not be thinking about this.

“If I didn’t, I would be completely immobilized today. I don’t think that’s any better.”

He watched me for a little bit, frowning slightly. “Please go wherever you’re staying after this.”

“Haven’t gotten a place yet.” I was slurring my words, but at least I wasn’t thinking about that anymore. Everything seemed a lot nicer, and, damnit, Vortex was looking gorgeous right now.

He stared at me for a bit. “You went to a bar, expecting to get drunk, before you even got a place to stay?” He closed his eyes as I fumbled for his hand.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I’ll be fine.” I grinned. “You could keep me warm.”

He opened his eyes again, and I stared at them. His eyes were bright and blue and gorgeous. “No, I can’t.” He sounded very firm, and very much like a spoilsport. “But I will get you a place to stay. Can you walk?”

I stood up triumphantly, just to sway and fall back onto the barstool. Vortex shook his head and scooped me up so he was carrying me bridal style. I snickered at the thought but then looked around and found Briar. He grabbed my bag, whistled for her, and she followed us, wagging her tail.

I played with his suit jacket, unbuttoning part of it and pushing down the shoulder, laughing. He didn’t look at me, just held me steadily. He brought me to a hotel and got a room. The receptionist gave him a pitying look and gave him the key, and he brought me up there. He set me down on the bed and set my bag next to it. He took my shoes off and got the bed ready. He even helped me get tucked into the bed. Briar jumped up on the bed and curled up close to me.

Vortex tried to walk away, but I grabbed his hand and snickered again. “Please stay. I won’t go to sleep unless you cuddle.”

He looked back at me with wide eyes, and he shook his head. “No, Rina. Not in the state you’re in, and I’m not inclined to want to do that anyway. I can stay and guard, but I won’t lie down with you.”

“Awwwwww.” I whined and wiggled a little, but then a blip of a thought pushed through, and I got serious for a second. “Please don’t leave me. You’re the only person I can call a friend,” I mumbled.

He closed his eyes and walked closer. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, and I stared at him as he pulled back. He nodded. “I won’t leave. It might be smarter to just stay with you and keep you and Briar safe anyway. But we can discuss that tomorrow. Please sleep.”

I just nodded, not able to speak as he walked over to the other bed and sat down, staring at the door. Briar grumbled a little and moved even closer to me, and I moved around to get more comfortable. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep, and I felt the safest I had ever.

[thatonekawaiigirl13]

Who Said Death Was Easy? [Death Note] Chapter Fifty-seven: Plan

Chapter Fifty-seven: Plan

[A/N: Woo an update that didn’t take over a year or so to write. As stated in the previous update, my goal is one chapter a month. I’m excited to be working on this story again. Sorry for any mistakes, I have no beta reader and this is all new written material, lol. Anyway, as always, I hope you enjoy! Please leave a comment or something if you’re reading, every single piece of feedback is appreciated! - Stephanie]

Light’s POV: 

Zzzzz.

There was a slight buzz in Light’s pants pocket as he looked through the victims reports for that day. He could feel the vibration as he thumbed through the pages, a neutral yet serious expression plastered on his face. As was planned, criminals were still being killed during the exchange of the notebook. That way, there would be no lull in the killings, and hopefully, no new leads for the time being. There would be no trace that the role of Kira, or in this case, Second Kira, had been passed off to someone new. Someone that had no connection to the Yotsuba Group, and even better, someone with no connection to Misa Amane or himself. He would be that much closer to fulfilling his goals and getting rid of L once and for all. 

Zzzzz. 

The phone buzzed again in his pocket, demanding Light's attention for a second time. He narrowed his eyes, his gaze never leaving the paper in front of him. Light kept still, his mind was elsewhere, but on the outside, it appeared he was focused on the task at hand. A skill he had learned to master, something he had grown rather good at while acting as Kira. It was a fulltime job, one that he took great pride in. 

A second text, eh? Only a few minutes apart, too… 

He set the papers down, seeing no new patterns with the victims. Nothing to see here, nothing new nor strange about the sequence with Kira’s killing. As was planned. Nothing unexpected meant that Misa had done a good job staggering the times of the killings. He had trained her well, which was fortunate enough for him. Despite this, she was still a liability, someone he had to get rid of in order to further his future plans. 

All right then. Let’s see. A second text means that there’s no mistaking it, it has to be either Mikami or Misa reporting in… 

A quick glance at the clock on the wall told him everything that he needed to know. After all, today was the day, the great and long awaited exchange. Light had been careful in instructing Misa and Mikami what was expected of them, and how they would keep in contact, both with him and with each other. It was imperative that they left no traces, not a single clue behind that L or someone else on the Task Force could use against them. Despite this, Light was pretty confident in his plans. It seemed rather silly, but sometimes the simplest of plans could work better than anything intricate. 

Light thought the whole idea was rather interesting. He had originally thought it was a bother when Rem brought about her demand to let Misa go as the Second Kira. However, despite how annoying it was, Light was now grateful for a reason to be rid of her. On another note, working with Mikami seemed promising. A quick search through several databases revealed that Mikami worked in law and that he had some connections in high places. Light was not one who liked to get his hands dirty, but he recognized that he seemed rather useful. Unlike someone else he knew. 

Hm. Speaking of Misa… 

Misa’s photoshoot had begun almost two full hours ago. An hour into the photoshoot was when the plan would be put into action, it was when Misa was set to get rid of her ownership of the notebook. Around that time, Mikami was due to sneak into the locker rooms and grab the death note for himself, safely transferring the ownership. He would then be the one with Ryuk’s notebook, Lights’s new pawn until he could safely take over his role as Kira once more. However Light supposed he could keep Mikami on board as long as he was trustworthy and followed through with all of his plans. Light could feel himself smirking a little as he shifted on the couch. He spared another quick glance at the clock, double checking the time. 

Good good…it’s about halfway through the photoshoot…which means… all should be going well. After all, everything was well thought out. It would stand to reason that everything is going according to plan. If I am correct, it must mean that Mikami has acquired the notebook and is in contact with Ryuk right now. Meaning that Misa Amane is no longer the Second Kira, assuming I am correct. 

Despite having two phones hidden on his person, he was almost certain he knew which phone the vibrations had been coming from - the burner phone, which he had been keeping locked away in his left pants pocket. It was secure there, buried deep, and inconspicuous. He was thankful that men’s pockets were rather deep. 

If that’s the case then…perfect… 

Light gave a silent chuckle, keeping his composure despite the multiple notifications burning a hole in his pocket. He was sitting by himself on the couch on this particular day. A choice he had begrudgingly made in order to be extra cautious; that way, he could be positive that no one else would be able to hear the faint sounds coming from the burner phone. It was not without its consequences however, as Keiko and L were positioned across from each other at the main table. This was something that would typically bother Light, but today, he needed the space alone on the couch in order to ensure that the exchange had gone as planned. He had almost kept his burner phone on silent so that he could sit next to Keiko, but against his better judgment, he had decided against it. It seemed too risky for a multitude of reasons. 

Above all, Light wanted to stay informed, his role as Kira was at stake here. On the off chance that Keiko sat next to him and heard his phone vibrating, she could think that he was still in contact with Misa. He didn’t need her to wonder who was texting him, nor to doubt him, especially as he had no plans of contacting Misa after today. It was best that the two did not contact each other, not unless absolutely necessary. He did not need any more suspicion on him, he had gotten more than enough of that from L alone. Keiko was someone he needed on his side, someone he needed to trust him. 

Keiko’s only started to trust me again… and it’s probably fragile right now, so I need to play it extra safe. At least until I can ease more suspicion and potentially get rid of L. Despite Misa’s demand for a date, it’s way too risky…especially after I did this all to ensure her safety so that I could get Rem off my back…anyway…considering the time, it has to be either Misa or Mikami…if all went well, then it should be Mikami informing me that he’s properly received the notebook. I can’t just sit still, I have to confirm this for myself…if all went well, then it’s time to continue on with my plans…  

Light raised his arms, giving them a nice stretch in the air as he yawned. As was planned, he got both Keiko and L’s attention with minimal effort. Not that it took much acting, he was already tired from countless nights getting little sleep. Sleep was hard to come by on such an investigation, not when so much was at stake. Despite the rest of the Task Force taking a short break, L, Light, and Keiko had insisted on working. 

“Are you okay, Light-kun?” the detective asked, not looking up from the stack of papers on the table in front of him. He watched as Keiko glanced in his direction, a concerned expression on her face. The two of them had been going over previous killings to check to see if they had missed anything, any sort of pattern or connection. 

Too bad they won’t find anything, Light smirked, making sure to look away as to not arouse suspicion. I always do a great job covering my tracks. They’re just wasting their time while I'm the one getting ahead. Just you wait, L. I’ll be coming for you pretty soon…speaking of, it’s go time…and this is the best excuse I have.  

“Yeah, I’m fine, but I’m gonna take a short break,” Light was casual as he spoke. He gave a soft shrug, wanting to appear nonchalant as he stood up from the couch. “Y’know. Nature is calling me.”

Yeah, that’s right. You heard me correct, I’m just getting up for a quick bathroom break, nothing unusual about that. No tricks or anything to catch me in a lie there, L. Despite you not looking at me directly, I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re always so suspicious of me, but you can’t prove anything. You haven’t yet, and now you never will. Good luck trying. It’s all in vain, especially now.  

Keiko looked up at Light as he walked by, his hand grazing her shoulder. He gave it a light squeeze. She gave a small hum in surprise as she realized she was being touched by someone, “eh?”

“Bathroom time,” Light clarified once more, looking down at his girlfriend. An amused expression was on his face as he met Keiko’s gaze, “But I wanted to stop by and check on you first. See how you're doing.”

He watched as Keiko gave him a soft smile, and he fought not to get lost in those soft brown eyes of hers. She gave the hand resting on her shoulder a squeeze in return, and he could smell a hint of what he supposed was the scent of her strawberry body wash. Whatever it was, she smelled good, which was another thing he decided to ignore as she continued on, “right. Well, there’s nothing new yet, but I guess that’s to be expected. I think I may need a break here soon myself.”

“It appears that this Kira is still covering his tracks well,” the detective mused. It seemed he had finally decided to grace Light with a glance in his direction. Light then watched as the detective’s gaze slowly went from Light to Keiko. It stayed there as he continued on. “At this rate, who knows if we’ll ever catch him. Seems like it’ll take us a while to find any leads.”

Despite speaking to no one in particular, Light knew it was some sort of challenge. He wanted a rise out of him, to get a reaction of sorts. A reaction that Light was determined not to give. He was better than that, he wouldn’t let the odd detective feel like he was above him. Not when Light finally had the upper hand. He had L right where he wanted him. In the same note, Keiko was seemingly his once more as well, and with Misa out of the picture, getting her to trust him again would be much easier. He supposed it would take a little while for things to go back to normal, but things were at least on the right track. 

It’s such a shame Keiko is similar to L in her beliefs, it would be nice to have her on board, but alas…such is life I suppose. As long as she stands out of Kira’s way, I won’t have to do anything to her. L is the only one who still suspects me it seems, so I should be in the clear.  

“Ah. Let’s not work too hard,” Light gave a nod, removing his hand from his girlfriend’s shoulder. “I’m sure something new will come up sometime soon. Don’t forget, Ryuzaki-san, we’re Japan’s best and brightest…but in the meantime, I’ve really got to go to the toilet.”

“Don’t fall in,” was Keiko’s response as Light took his cue to walk away. He gave a chuckle at his girlfriend’s wittiness, it was something he admired about her. Another reason he was glad to have her back on board. With her on his side, his future plans were one step closer to becoming a reality. 

Speaking of reality… it’s time to finally check my messages. I’m certain that I’ve received a text from Mikami, considering the time and circumstances of the plan. All should’ve gone well, the margin for error was slim according to my calculations. 

Light entered the stall of the bathroom, fishing the burner phone out of his pocket with a quiet intensity. He had waited far too long, he had to see the messages for himself. With a few clicks, he opened the first text. 

Wonderful. Just as expected. 

His lips curled into a smirk as he read the text that confirmed his prior thoughts. A text that he had received from his new Second Kira, Teru Mikami. It was official, Misa Amane was no longer his Second Kira, and he would have no further reasons to keep in contact with her. It was the start of a new era for Kira, one without outside meddling and annoying squealing. 

‘Kira, Teru Mikami reporting for duty. Exchange a success. Will keep in contact.’

Light reread the text once more, Mikami had kept his texts short and sweet. It was something Light didn’t know he had appreciated until then, as Misa’s texts were always filled with unnecessary ramblings and emoticons. Worst of all, she always had some sort of new pet name for him. After dealing with all that, Light was looking forward to a better texting partner. It seemed he had lucked out. 

Good good. He’s like me, simple and concise. I think I will like working with him, he seemed intelligent enough…though I’m sure the bar was low to begin with after dealing with Misa Amane.  

The smirk on Light’s face grew as he opened up the second text. Once again, his words were to the point, and it appeared that everything was all going according to plan. Another plan perfectly executed. Light relished in this small victory. 

‘Will carry out your orders as planned. Met Ryuk. Talk soon.’

Light clicked away at the burner phone, crafting a response to his new Second Kira. The notebook was now in Mikami’s hands; Light could breathe a sigh of relief, he now had someone trustworthy enough to do his dirty work. Someone that wasn’t a headache like a certain Misa Amane. Someone more on his level. 

Nice to meet you, Teru Mikami…let’s work well together. 

Once the text was sent, Light figured it was time to actually get down to business. His burner phone retreated safely back into his pocket, and Light took a moment to bask in the silence. He was now one step closer to his final victory. 

Well…may as well check to see if I have to use the bathroom while I’m in here… 

Keiko’s POV:

As soon as Light left the room for his little ‘bathroom break’, Keiko locked eyes with the raven haired detective. Despite his expressionless face, she was almost positive that he was thinking the same thing she was. After all, today, assuming their calculations were correct, was the day Rem had instructed them about. The so-called ‘exchange’. Needless to say, Keiko was feeling a little on edge. While they did have some advantage, they only had a matter of time to find out who Light would now be working with, who he had chosen to do his dirty work. Meaning L’s life was unfortunately still in danger. 

That was definitely weird, wasn’t it? It was odd enough that he was sitting away from me on the couch, but that little performance…he usually gets up for the bathroom without saying much… and on today of all days…Matsuda even convinced both the chief and Mogi to take the day off today, a suggestion that Light had initially made…it can’t just be a simple coincidence, it’s too thought out, too planned out. In other words, way too suspicious, it must mean that something happened right? Light had this all thought out from the beginning, he planned every aspect of this ‘exchange’, he knew exactly what he was doing, Keiko gave a shiver, he’s always known exactly what he was doing…he plans everything out methodically, even me. I was a part of his plan. But not anymore, I refuse to let him fool me. I know he’s up to something. Nothing good at that… he’s Kira, a monster.

“‘Don’t fall in?’” L was the first to speak, pulling Keiko away from her thoughts. His lips pulled back into a small yet amused smile, a rather rare expression for him. Her heart gave a small lurch, which she promptly ignored. She gave a slight cough, her eyes not quite able to withstand the detective's gaze any longer, as evidenced by the tinge of red that stained her cheeks. Something she hoped the detective hadn’t seen. Although she had a sneaking suspicion that he had seen, something which she tried to ignore. Somehow that man always had that effect on her, which sometimes made it hard to get any work done. 

Whatever. Not now, heart…now isn’t the time for romance…not with L’s life on the line! Come on, get a grip…this is all for him anyway. 

“It was all I could think of at the moment,” Keiko grumbled, hoping her cheeks had returned to their normal color. She looked around, her gaze lingering towards the door, where Light had left mere moments ago. It was quiet for a moment, Keiko was certain that L was also paying attention to the exit. Their conversation, though short, had halted. It was clear that they both had something else occupying their minds, or rather, a certain someone else. 

Light Yagami… no, Kira… just what are you up to? I know you’re up to something, and I think I know what it is. 

“He’s acting strange, isn’t he…” Keiko murmured. It was more of a statement, sort of to herself, and sort of to the odd man sitting across from her. 

Or am I just on edge…? I admit, I am on edge, but even so, it’s better safe than sorry. And safe is to assume that the exchange went as planned…Light was looking far too happy earlier, he was loud in announcing he was leaving too. That definitely has to mean something, he was too suspicious. I feel like I’m too much like L in that way now, overanalyzing every little thing, but it is for good reason. I know better than to let Light fool me now. I will never let him fool me ever again. For myself and for L’s sake. 

“He is,” L agreed, shifting a little in his chair. He was always in that weird position, but Keiko had grown used to the detective’s antics by now. After all, it boosted his “critical thinking and deductive” abilities, or whatever explanation he had given prior. Keiko had to admit, she hadn’t really been listening at the time. Instead she had spent the time just staring and wondering how he managed not to get a leg cramp sitting that way. She was certain it was bound to happen at some point. It probably already had, she figured he was the type who would be too prideful to admit they’re in any sort of pain. 

Well. Speaking of acting strange…look at exhibit A right here. 

The detective glanced over at her once more, as if he knew she had been thinking about him. She expected a look of amusement, or for him to tease her. However he looked as pensive as she did. “He is acting rather odd, yes.” 

“Do you think…?” Keiko trailed off again, her thoughts wandering about. There was much to consider, so much was at stake. Making a wrong move could be critical, she had to be certain that the detective agreed with her assumptions. While it was a safe bet, once again, it was still better to be safe than sorry. 

“Yes,” L gave a nod. “Yes, I think it happened. And I think it was a success, at least in Light-kun’s eyes. He was practically gloating before he left the room, taunting us with that little performance of his, putting his hand on your shoulder and touching you like that, well…” he paused, giving a little cough himself at his words, and for a moment Keiko wondered if he had meant to say that. She fought hard to ignore the happiness she felt at the thought of L being jealous. “But anyways, it’s clear he thinks that with his newly appointed Kira that he’s in the clear…”

So that basically confirms it…the exchange was a success…Misa Amane is no longer the Second Kira then…not that we could officially prove it in the first place, but now she’s really off the hook, so to speak. For the time being, the most important part is finding out who his new partner in crime is…and find them soon before Light decides to try and get rid of L once and for all. We need all the evidence or leads we can get…speaking of which… 

“That means we should be hearing from Wedy and Aiber again soon, correct?” Keiko questioned, “they should be able to help us with finding new leads and evidence against Light and his new Second Kira, yes?”

Evidence we really need… more than just a shinigami’s word, though Rem was surprisingly helpful so far. Something concrete. Something that Light and his Second Kira can’t refute. And for that, we really need their help. As funny as it is, I’d never thought I’d need a conman or a thief on my side. Though I suppose connections like that do come in handy. Like right now, for example. 

L gave a slight nod, “yes, we’ll have to keep working with them a secret from the others, of course, but yes.  Assuming all went well on their end, we should be one step closer with our own plans.”

Thank goodness, but also…I can’t believe it. How is it I’m more relieved yet scared the farther we get into our plans? There’s a lot of risk, I knew that going in, but living it. It’s another thing entirely, and Light thinks he’s winning. There are a lot of lives on the line… including L’s…no, especially L’s.

Keiko shivered as she realized once again how much was at stake. Light Yagami was something else. It wasn’t fair, first he had lied to her, then he had broken her heart, and then it turned out he was Kira. All this time she was playing defense and hadn’t even realized it, but now, it was her turn to strike back and to strike first. Keiko had come this far into her plan and she wasn’t about to back down. 

Just think, at the start of this whole thing, I had to convince a shinigami to work with me! A so-called ‘god of death’, Rem. Absolutely insane, I know, but desperate calls for desperate measures. And look at how far we’ve come. With a bit more patience, and a lot of luck, we should be able to knock Light down a peg…we can defeat him, right…?

“I assure you, they’re the best at what they do,” L said, as if he was able to sense her anxiety. Not that she was trying hard to hide it. It wasn’t like she could hide anything from the detective, not when he was usually able to read her like a book. “They’ll be able to dig something up on them…”

I’m sure he’s feeling the same way right now, if not way more so than me…unfortunately, for the time being, he’s still a sitting duck. But at least now he’s a more prepared duck, what with my plans and all. 

Keiko let out a soft sigh, glancing over at L. His eyes were glued to hers, once again his expression unreadable. “Hmm…now, who are you trying to convince, me or yourself, Ryuzaki-san?” 

That earned what Keiko suspected was the tiniest of chuckles from the great detective. Unfortunately, it was short lived, stopping almost as soon as it had started. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze still lingering on her, “What, don’t you usually call me ‘L’ when no one else is around, Keiko-chan? How disappointing…” 

Ah, now look who’s trying to be funny…but, Keiko thought back to the last time they were truly alone, a few days prior. Like clockwork, she could feel the pink begin to spread around her cheeks, the way I recall things, he had called me ‘Keiko’ last time, hadn’t he? When he and I were…holding hands…nonono, Keiko. Don’t do this to yourself, no distractions, remember? If you truly love L, you need to be strong for him, and keep your distance as much as you can. It’s too dangerous with Light around… but Light’s not here right now, is he? But…you don’t know when Light is going to return from his ‘bathroom break’. 

“Fine, then, who are you trying to convince, L?” Keiko heard herself retort, but her heart and her mind were somewhere else. “Are you happy now?”

“I’m always happy to be around you, Keiko,” the detective mused. The look in his eyes had softened some, and Keiko wondered, despite her better judgment, just what exactly was going on between them. She wondered if, perhaps, he was wondering the same thing if he was also lost in thought whenever he was around her. He was so close yet so far away, and she was almost tempted to reach across the table to touch him, to hold his hand once more.

But…I can’t….not with so much on the line…but…he’s truly happy to be around me? Does he mean that? Does this mean…? No, no, once again, don’t let your thoughts linger…self control…or as much self control as you have…  

“Now come on, it’s not like you to flatter me,” Keiko replied after a long moment. She gave a small laugh, still hoping to squelch her desire to hold the raven haired detective. Her efforts were futile, she still longed for his touch. 

Wonderful. He must know he has this sort of effect on me…it’s like he says stuff like this just to get a reaction out of me, I swear.  

“It’s not flattery if it’s a fact,” L was deadpan, his face far too serious to be merely teasing her. His gaze still had never left her own. “And it’s a fact.”

“Ryuz-” Keiko was cut off, the detective had leaned forward a tad. The space between them had lessened slightly, though the table was still keeping them locked away from each other. 

Probably for good reason…if he were right next to me right now, who knows…it’s hard enough to keep my composure right now…   

“L,” he corrected. He was looking far too calm, making her wonder where he was going with this. Although he appeared unaffected on the outside, she wondered how he was feeling on the inside. He was always so hard to read, and his words only seemed to confuse her. “Please, always call me L whenever we’re alone. I do believe we just went over this.” 

‘Always call me L whenever we’re alone’?! He may not be Kira, but he’s still giving me a heart attack…but…wait, does this mean he feels close to me? Knowing L, he wouldn’t ask this of just anyone…I suppose, in that way, it’s even more flattering. But still, what does this mean exactly? What does this mean for us? I suppose I’m getting ahead of myself, there isn’t even an ‘us’ but…it’s just nice to have some validation that he cares for me, that must be what this is, right? What else could this mean? 

“L,” Keiko repeated. She had given up on trying to hide the fact that her face was cherry tomato red. Not like she could really hide from him anyway, not when he was leaning over the table to get closer to her.  “We really should…Light…he could be coming back here at any moment, you know…” 

“Am I making you nervous?” 

His sudden question made Keiko pause a moment, she was almost stunned that he asked such an obvious question outright, what the hell kind of question is that?! What do you think?! You’re the world’s greatest detective, you’re the genius here! 

“Yes,” she admitted. There was no point in lying, not that he would believe her anyway. This was L she was talking to, he had to have asked to get a reaction out of her or something. It couldn’t be just a simple question.

Right?

“And why is that?” The detective’s follow up question only confirmed her suspicions. However she kept silent, wondering exactly what his intentions were. Keiko let out a breath, but she felt anything but relieved. 

Is he…genuinely asking though or is he trying to get a confession of sorts out of me? What do I even say? He should already know how I’m feeling, there’s no doubt about that. What’s his real motive here? 

“I’ve…well…I think…” she started to answer, but paused as soon as she heard the sudden noise in the distance. Footsteps. Footsteps that were closeby, soon to reenter the room. Keiko leaned back in her chair, not wanting Light to see how close the two of them were. As if on cue, L also returned to his normal position, crouched over his chair, looking deep in thought. If Keiko had to guess, he almost looked disappointed by the interruption, though that look left his face almost as quickly as it came. On the other hand, Keiko let out a little sigh of relief, glad to now have a reason not to answer. 

Well…saved by the Light…which is something I’d never thought I’d say, especially after finding out he is actually Kira…but in this case, this interruption is welcome.   

The detective raised an eyebrow, and Keiko wondered if he meant to return to this conversation another time. The thought of that made her even more anxious. Perhaps a little excited at his curiosity as well, but mostly anxious. 

Either way, it won’t be anytime soon. I’m safe, for now…let’s just focus on the plan for the moment…right right, the plan…   

Light’s POV: 

After a few moments had passed, Light figured it was safe to return without any suspicion. With a swift motion, he opened the door and walked through. The burner phone was securely back in his pocket, no longer burning a hole. Everything was all under control. It also appeared that Keiko and L were still at the table, exactly where Light had left them. He smirked, but quickly hid his expression when he was greeted by his girlfriend. 

“Welcome back, Light-kun.” Keiko gave a small wave when she noticed his presence. Like earlier, L didn’t bother to even glance in his direction. Light waved away the detective’s rudeness, he was in a rather good mood knowing that he now had a new Second Kira on his side. 

“Did I miss anything?” Light questioned as he walked through the room. Keiko shook her head no, which was no surprise to Light. He was more than aware that things would turn out like this. 

Exactly as planned… 

Instead of going back to the couch, Light made his way over to the table where the two were sitting, taking a spot next to Keiko. He had to admit, he was more relaxed than he had felt in a while. Which was something he supposed he had to keep on the down low. Better to match the atmosphere of the room around him.

Speaking of…how is everyone looking? Light first looked over at Keiko, who seemed rather deep in thought. When she realized she was being looked at, she returned Light’s gaze. There was a light dusting of pink on her face, which only grew deeper when Light reached onto the table and intertwined his fingers with her own. 

Light gave a nod, acknowledging her concern. “Well, let’s not worry too much. We’ll find something eventually.”

He was mostly talking to Keiko, as he was certain a certain raven haired detective still suspected him and would stop at nothing to prove his identity as Kira. Keiko, on the other hand, seemed to have accepted once more that Light was ‘innocent’, or at least innocent enough. Light looked over at L, expecting to catch him staring. However, he found that L wasn’t looking in his direction at all. Instead he followed his gaze, realizing that L was staring at the table, or more specifically, their intertwined hands. For someone who usually seemed so emotionless and robotic, he seemed to be staring pretty hard. 

What’s his deal…? Is he really bothered by this? He usually doesn’t seem to react much to skinship. It’s not like I skimp out on holding hands or hugs whenever Keiko’s around. I’m not taking her for granted, not this time. 

“You’re right, Light-kun,” was Keiko’s response, breaking the sudden silence that had filled the room. “Maybe we should take it easy like the others today…relax a little bit, maybe turn in early tonight as well.”

At the sound of her voice, both L and Light snapped back into action. Light looked back at the detective, who was no longer focused on them. Despite Keiko’s words, he seemed to have resumed his work with the papers in front of him. 

“You two may do whatever,” the detective murmured. “Take another break if you need it, but I’m going to keep working.” 

Ah, there he is. Back to his normal jerkish self. Whatever…not like it matters, anyway…it’s not like L would be jealous or anything…yeah, that idea seems almost laughable. And anyway, if he’s going to give us a break, may as well take advantage of it. It’s not like I have anything to worry about for the time being. May as well spend some time alone with Keiko, romance her, get her to feel more at ease with me again. That’s right. I’ll romance her. 

Light rubbed his thumb against Keiko’s hand, getting her attention once more. When she looked over, he flashed her a smile he knew she couldn’t refuse, “Keiko-chan, would you like to go for a walk around the building?” 

[mcubuckyxlokisbitch]

What if part 3

halo, big summer blow out

pretend thats you 

kk 

“Five years ago we lost, we lost friends, we lost family, we lost apart of ourselves, today we have a chance to take it al back you have your teams, you know your missions, get the stones, get them back. One round trip each no mistakes no do-overs. Most of us are going somewhere we know, that doesn’t mean we should know what to expect, be careful, lookout for eachother. This will be the fight of your lives and were going to win.... Whatever it takes.” Captain America said as you all were in suits on the time portal.

“He’s actually really good at that.” you hear the racoon say as he passes you a miniature ship. 

“I know right.” Scott says passing the pym particles to Loki.

“Don’t break it sunshine, you better know how to drive it.” Rocket snarled.

“Yeah, yeah don’t worry yourself.” you shrugged off.

The time portal turned on on Banners command as you were sucked in.

“See you in a minute you.” Is the last thing you hear Nat say before the portal sucks you all in. 

The  journey was dizzying yet it felt as if you were flying, bright lights flash past your eyes. You feel gravity pull you to a different lane than the others. 

You telaport to a planet called Morag where you, Loki, Nebula and Rodhey were prepping up to seperate as you were to fly to a planet called Vormir for the soul stone while Nebula and Rhodey retrieve the power stone. 

You shake Nebulas robotic hand and and pull her into a quick hug before saying goodbye to Rhodey. “Don’t stick around for a honeymoon you too.”

“We just might.” Loki joked while you two boarded the ship.

“You sit in the pilot seat and adjusted the coordenates to a place Nebula mentioned, VORMIR. 

You look to your side as Loki reached for your hand and you grab it and held it tightly smilling to eachother. 

“I’m here.” you thought, with nothing to worry about.

VORMIR

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“Thor will be traking the stone on Asgard with Rocket as his partner.” Steve instructed. 

“So great im on drunksiting duty.” Rocket groaned as he rubbed his temples.

“Apologies wouldn’t it be best if my wife and I both well and sober former Asgardians be better suited for Asgard.” Loki said rasing his hand. 

“Sush its fine luv... huge apology captain, please continue.” You said sighing in dissapointment towards your husband.

“Thank you Y/N... Loki to answer your question we actually have another mission for you since the rest of us would be pretty occupied. We don’t know much about the soul stone, both of you as magic users are our best chance agaisnt the unknown in the planet....” Steve said changing the slide to the soul stone slide.

“Vormir ...” Nebula said. 

“What is Vormir exactly.” You asked in curiosity

“The dominion of death. At the very centre of the celestial existance, its where Thanos murdered my sister.” Nebula cutted of as only silence followed.

“I-i’m sorry.” you could only say.

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You focused back as you and Loki gazed up at the height of the mountain as the sandstorms wind blew Lokis hair and took your breathe away making you struggle to breathe. 

“Your right we should have switched with Thor and the Racoon. He needs the exercise and that trashbag would probably feel nothing climbing this hill.” You grabbed another stone and threw it off the mountain path your were climbing. 

“I told you.” Loki said reaching his hand out as he smiled and pull you up. “Besides I don’t think he is a racoon and Thor would have flown up anyways.”

“Can’t you telaport us instead of continuing to talk ?” You groaned as you continued to hike the mountain.

“Only works to places, I’v been to before my love.” Loki grinned as he made the succesful comeback.

You rolled your eyes and continued to hike through the pain, and wind.

Finally reaching to the top you and Loki take in the view for abit and looked around for any clues towards the stone. 

You kneel on one knee and sighed, you looked down and traced the graphs carved into the stone you stood on. Then you both sense a dark and colder force behind you. You and Loki readied your weapons and you both glared into a dark cloacked figure.

“Loki, son of Odin and Laufey.” It echoed. “Y/N daughter of Heimdall.” It contiued.

“Where is the soul stone.” You say with your spear in hand.

“How do you know our names

“If you seek that of the treasure, the stone lies only ahead of you, as does what you fear, the stone attracts a terrible pain and needs.”

“And what might that be.”Loki questioned.

“A price, the soul holds a special place amongts the infinity stones most might say it holds a certain wisdom. The stone demands a sacrifice, in order to take the stone you must lose that what you love.” The cloacked being said.

You both lowered you weapons and looked at each other. Lose that what you love

“It must be a trick, it can’t be, he must be hiding the stone with him.”Loki rambled.

“Give to the world and don’t expect anything back.” You whispered sitting on a rock focused to the ground.

“I don’t understand.”

“Yes you do. Its not a riddle, the answer was said. Lose that what you love.”You muttered.

“Whatever it takes.” you whispered.

“My love your not actually thinking about.” Loki said as you stand towards the ledge.

“Loki if we don’t do this millions of people stay dead, millions of people stay loosing those of which they love-”

 “And I will forever loose you.... that is a selfish sacrifice for you to make.” Loki argued back.

“You’ve always wished to prove to the world you have changed and that it was the best choice for you to belong on earth.” you breathed out holding his hand tighter.

“And I have, you, Atlas you both are my whole world.” Loki said tightening the grip back. You glanced up towards his green eyes as he leaned towards you and kissed you.

Your lips dancing ontop of eachother, through the cold wind as both refused to leave the other. After savarouing every minute of it, you both take a breathe of air and gazed into eachothers eyes. Loki leaned in on last time laying his forhead on yours and hugging you tightly. While your hands rested around his shoulders. 

You looked up at him and grabbed your spear and held it, “Tell Atlas that I love him.” You dropped your spear into his opened arms. 

The spear went through his hands

Your eyes widened in panic and you turned your head towards the cliff. You see Loki glance at your from the side as he leaned forward. You sprinted grabbing your spear and slide down off the cliff. Using the momentum you used the spear to hook onto the cliff and grabbed Lokis cape. Both of you levered of the cliff dangling onto your strength. You pulled yourself up so your could your your underarms to cling onto the spear while turning the fabric of Lokis cape to tighten your grip. “Let me go love...” He cried out as he pulled out his dagger.

Before he could do anything you holstered him up on the cliff again. The momentum pulled you both up as it latched you to the end of the cliff pulling the spear out of the hole you dug it into.you grabbed onto the corner of the cliff tight as ever in fear of loosing your balance. You looked back at Loki who was trying to regain his balance. You grab your spear and got into position about to fight off Loki to make sure it was you who will jump of the cliff and not him. 

Lokii brought out his throwing knives and looked at your seriously now.

“You have to be the one to tell him.” You said trying to breathe. 

Loki charged towards you saying nothing. he took the first strike as you ducked and slide down. You then used your spear to bring Loki with you. Grunting on impact he fell back again to the ground. You pointed the spear at him. “Tell my son I love him.”

A good blocking from his throwing knives and hilding down your position as he stricked both knives and made eye contact with you trying to push you down. 

You Looked back at his cape and gained an idea not easy to pull of. “Tell him yourself.” You slid your foot and tackeld him down. He used his feet in return to spin you making you fall on the ground. Every move you made he knew how to react to it and block it as best as he could. Until you used a new move, using the blunt part of your spear to stab down at his shoe then twirling it to his face knocking him out slightly. You kicked him back as he plummeted to thr ground rolling backwards. You quickly used your spear to dig it into the side of his stomach withtout worry since you knew of his heeling powers. You then dug the spear into the ground deeper so he had no chance of escape.

He screamed in pain as you winced at his cry, “I’m sorry but my heart can’t bear loosing you again.”

You look into his eyes as you back away from him, he quickly tried to pull out but quickly winced in pain as you had placed a quick spell preventing from doing so and it can only wear off until you wish to or till death.  

You backed away from Loki as you mouthed out, “I love you...” You turn to the cliff as the silence was finally cut, “I’ll always be there for you.” 

Loki screamed out, “UNLEASH ME Y/N.” He glared at you before his look softened at the realisation he will only be free the moment you hit the ground. “Don’t do this...”

You looked at what seems too be a sunset and then back to Loki and took your last breathe before plummeting into the ground. Where you felt pain then nothing....

Loki felt the spear loosen and instantly pulled it out, the realisation hits him that your gone. Loki rushed to the edge of the cliff as he saw your lifeless body on the ground as blood rushed out your nose and your form was pale on the ground.

Loki punched the ground in anger as he knelt down and clenched his fist. He leaned forward and flip forward using his daggers to dig through the stones wall to slow down to the bottom.

But before he could reach to the bottom a strong gravitational pull from the sky pulled him up. He tried to reach for his wife but the light blinded him as he lost conciousness.

Loki started to feel water slip into his ears, but the thing that shocked him back was inhaling the water through his nostrils. He woke up in search of his wife hoping it was all just one bad dream. 

No 

He was still on vormir, he felt a warm object in his left hand and opened it. 

Whatever it takes. They... he got it.

The soul stone....

[americanhoneyx]

Working with the FBI wasn’t always Whitley’s dream career. She wasn’t even a little bit interested. However, after Libby had taken off the older female began to think about her future. She had heard about an internship where you’d work with the FBI doing simple stuff and learning what they did. Whitley immediately enrolled and was enthusiastic about it. Something about catching bad guys, and being undercover excited the young female. So eventually she decided to got to college for it. And the rest was history.

July 8, a few years ago

You got this Whit. He’s just like any other bad guy you’ve caught before the female told herself. She walked quickly and quietly, holding her gun straight forward. The air was cold and the stench of death filled the air. It almost made Whitley want to throw up but she stopped herself. Eyes stayed focused and she continued forward. “Come on Marcus, I know you’re in here. I’ll find you one way or another” she shouted in the air. Suddenly an eerie chill ran down Whitley’s spine. She could sense evil was lurking close. Moving around a basin of oil she sneezed and cursed herself. Way to go Whit. Just let the killer know exactly where you are. Whitley ignored her subconscious and kept her mind sharp. Turning a dark corner of the building she was hit with something sharp.

Several days later….

It smelt like rotten fruit. Rotten fruit and decayed flesh. A sick feeling developed in the pit of Whitley’s stomach. She groaned, and touched her head, ouch she thought. Where was she? Opening her eyes slowly, Whitley could tell that she was someplace hot. It felt like a hundred degrees. She winced and tried to get up but fell back down. Suddenly footsteps creaked against wooden stairs. Whitley backed herself into a corner, furiously shaking. Normally she was a tough cookie but not at the moment. All she wanted to do was survive and somehow make it back home.

“Whit, oh good you’re awake. We’re going to have some fun today” chuckled a familiar voice. Whitley immediately knew who it was and she wasn’t scared at all. “Kidnapping an FBI agent Marcus? That’s really low even for you” she replied back sharply trying to hide his terrified she was. Marcus chuckled out loud and looked at Whitley. She looked good. Better than any of the others that he had kidnapped in the past. “Whit, so quick with that tongue of yours. Be careful or I might cut it off” laughed Marcus. Enraged, Whitley lunged forward and spit in the kidnapper’s face. “You bitch!” screamed Marcus and cold cocked Whitley in the face with his hand. Which sent her flying into a pile nasty clothes. Whitley groaned, and suddenly passed out.

PRESENT DAY

Whitley grinned, grabbing her gun and stalking forward. It was finally the big day. The day that TBK, aka Marcus Sliney would be caught and sent to prison forever. “I’m right behind you agent Chadwick” said Ryan McDermott, a fellow agent. Whitley grinned, as they closed in on Marcus. “Marcus Sliney, we have you surrounded. Come out with your hands up!” shouted another agent from a loudspeaker. Just then Marcus opened the door and ran towards a waiting car. “Hell no!” shouted Whitley and ran as quickly as her legs could take her. She tackled Marcus in one fell swoop. “Gotcha” sneered Whitley as the other agents grabbed Marcus. “Great job, Whit. He’s finally going to jail”. All Whitley could do was grin. All of her hard work had paid off.

You got the son of a bitch she told herself.

And just like that the good guys had won

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Marking what's mine||

*waving* Hello once more dears. I got another drabble for you. I still have a request one to make but I'm writing this for fun for me. But I hope you like. Here is what this one is about today.

||Drabble Summary||

Remember that dark one's self world? Well, it seems we are heading back but were focusing on two people. Jaron was finding out his bloody lung dragon Melinda got hurt during a mission but he was fixing her up. However, they were talking about something to make the blood Jackal a bit..jealous? If you wanna know, read to find out.

||Warning||

~Blood will be present in this drabble

~Biting or marking will be present

~Wound is present (will have stitching or sewing wound close)

~Maybe flirting and possessive as well

~~Guests in this drabble~~

Jaron jackal along with the DBT belongs to my friend @demon-blood-youths

Also the Pure menace au/Monsters au belongs to her. If you wanna know more about it, please ask her. The idea is pretty good. ;3

Melinda brooks along with the Cursed vixens belong to me.

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please.))

"Hold still my dear. If you keep squirming like that I can't fix you up."

Jaron Jackal a.k.a The blood Jackal persuader was holding a thread and needle in his hand while sewing a wound on Melinda brooks a.k.a the bloody lung dragon of death's side. It was a rather rainy day here in the darker world of New York City.

His team along with Melinda's team just finished a mission together but she got injured a bit. Ophelia was going to heal her but he said he'll take care of her.

That leads to now as he was sitting on the chair holding a black needle with some wire thread as he was sewing her wound up. It stung like hell but Melinda was looking quiet then looks to him.

"It's not my fucking fault if it stings a little." she mutters laying on her back but she hisses feeling the needle in her again. Damn, she hated getting hurt like that but she relaxed as Jaron worked.

"Though, I'm shocked you didn't want Ophelia to heal me..."

"...Lets just say she was more busy having fun torturing the assholes that was targeting us for what we do in this damn city. But hey, at least she got new ways of testing things out with Navarro right now." As if on cue, screams of pain was heard while hearing Navarro shouting at their prisoner with Ophelia already experimenting on them to see what makes the other tick.

They been at this for hours but he already found out the guys team mates were dead already thanks to Ophelia's healing and experimenting. And with Navarro helping her, he got new ingredients to test on.

"Hmmmm...." she relaxed while looking down at Jaron but winces feeling Jaron working again. "Well, I guess I'll find a way to thank you for helping me..but you didn't have to you know." she looks to him but Jaron stops to pull carefully to see the wound almost closed.

"..I'm sure you'll find a way to owe me back but you know you don't have to. You already proven that by killing the assholes back then." He remembers when seeing they were going to kill both fractions. Well, Ink and Jinx stopped them and ended up burning the enemy alive. The screams were still pretty loud in his ears.

"But, I always told you to be careful when you don't know what anyone can do. As I always tell you, watch your back." he said but Melinda chuckled to look at him as he was working.

"I know that but you never liked seeing me get hurt. I was just having fun. Being able to kill them and cut their heads off was pretty fun. I think you liked it too..didn't you?" she smiled but he looks to her while his orange eyes met with her darker silver eyes. These two said nothing but he only looks back to work on her wound but felt a gentle touch to his cheek to make him look up at her.

"What's wrong-"

"You didn't answer me, love." Jaron looks up at her but she smiled.

"I know you liked it when you got the chance to kill with me Jaron..I know you since you told me about you, like i did with you. Besides, you taught me that...being able to let go is just what one needs when their trying to live..You showed me that.." she rubs his cheeks but he chuckled to stand up to look at her while leaning in close to look at her.

"I know I taught you that...I taught you to be open and not hold back anymore. Knowing how fucked up this world is..and knowing it didn't give a shit. What else makes you think that?"

"...Maybe it's because I just know...but..it leaves me wondering about tonight." she sees him curious to look at her.

"And what about tonight that got you wondering?"

"When I was being held captive by the swine, you saw what he did right? Had a blade near my neck...even had the nerve to fucking bite me. It stung true but I never seen you that...furious before."

"........" Oh right. He remembers that.

"You were so furious but it was a lot more murderous than before.." she sees him look but remain silent.

"You know how I hate when he was trying to harm you, Melinda. I don't like when someone tires to hurt you..."

"Or..." she moves to sit up slowly then moves to sit right in his lap, pressing up against him as he held her waist. He was careful due to her injury he was still sewing up. Melinda then grabs his shirt to pull him close that he looks down at her while she looks up.

"You hate when someone tries to harm what you've claimed as yours. I've seen it and you were a very angry jackal indeed..." she purrs to look at him but Jaron said nothing remembering. He was furious and angry seeing that dead beat idiot harming what he already claimed. How he dared to mark her with a knife and bite her too! He only looks down to Melinda but she looks to smile.

"See? I can tell just from looking at you, it's in your mind right? You hate when someone tries to do something even though I can fight to protect myself..it just leaves one guessing right?" she even reaches to sit up about to kiss him but he only held her close, to look at her while seeing her black hair loose but down her back but that look of a killer instinct still shows proudly on her face.

"You know how I am, Melinda. I already told you before I won't let anything take you away. I already claimed you as mine and I already proven it." he said hearing her giggle but even blushed to nip one of his fingers.

"You did with a kiss but....how would you have done it if it's possible hmm?"

"Your misbehaving but do you really need me to prove that to you?" he asked.

"Why not? I know I'm yours but...I'm sure you have ways to prove that right? Ooohh don't tell me my precious blood jackal is going soft on me.." she pouts that Jaron grabs her chin to pull her in close to kiss her deeply. Her eyes widen a little but she kisses him back while he held her. The kiss was warm still as it always was but she slowly grips his shirt loving how he just kissed her.

Jaron held the kiss for a while longer before slowly breaking that kiss. That's when he eyes looks at the healed knife cut leaving a scar and his bite mark that guy left on her.

That asshole. How dare he mark her. She belongs to him but he'll fix that.

As Melinda was about to speak, she yelps a little. She feels a sharp bite on her neck where that other idiot bit her. He bit hard enough that she shook with a hiss when he lets go. She felt blood running down her shoulder to her black shirt but she shivers feeling a slow heated wetness. He was lapping up the blood to make her silent again. When he did, he moves his head back, looking to her and tilts her head up by his finger.

"That should prove it right? Your mine so I hope you don't forget that." she didn't say a word but leans up to lick the blood off his bottom lip while blushing herself.

"That seems to prove enough.." she whispered.

"It will but you need to be still so I can finish sewing you up..now behave." he said but she smiled to see him set her back to sit down and work again on sewing the wound. In a two more hours, he was finished and covering the wound. Her demon blood will heal her later but he made sure it's covered.

"Oh and one other thing?" she heard him say while she was looking to him.

"Yes?" as she was putting away her two main daggers, he hugs her from behind as she keeps still feeling him turn her head to him.

"Don't bother covering that bite up. I want others to know who has you..so you leave it as it. Got it?" he asked but Melinda felt him let go as she only smiled to giggle.

"I don't mind. I mean after all..you did already shown what is yours...." she teased but as Jaron was ready to speak, he heard more screaming showing Navarro was now torturing the guy again. He sighed but looks to her.

"Come on, lets head on up. Your team is waiting." he said to head to the door but Melinda stops him to push him against the wall but looks up at him to giggle.

"Is something wr-" He stops speaking when she kisses him against his neck while he looks down petting her head. Even now she was teasing him. Feeling the kisses and the sudden bite with a wince of his own. She held the bite for a moment but slowly suck on where she bit him, pressing up against him not moving yet. He looks to feel her pull away licking her own lips.

"..."

"Now we owe each other.......hope you don't mind a gift."she winks before pulling away to head up. Jaron said nothing but he touches where she bit him but that leaves him chuckle. Sneaky little thing isn't she? For now, he'll think of a punishment later. He moves from the wall to head out with her into the DBT's base where the man the other two were torturing still screams in agony.

[ask-will-and-nico]

"You, um... Seem really stressed. Did you sleep last night?" Jason nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I mean, that's why I'm getting a shrink too, right?" He nudged Nico a little. "Once you finish up, I want you to brush your teeth and get dressed. Make sure to add on a lot of layers, we don't want you freezing to death on your way there." Nico rolled his eye, but didn't protest, just finishing up, having saved his hot chocolate for last, and went to brush his teeth like he'd been asked. Jason tried not to think much of the text, he was probably just overreacting anyway. Maybe it's some good news, like... She's pregnant! Oh, but... That wouldn't exactly be /good/ news. There's no way he could keep it anyway. In any case, he put his phone down and dressed himself, waiting for Nico to finish up in the bathroom.

The timing wouldn’t be right either, if Piper were pregnant. It’s been too long since Jason has seen her, let alone that they’d had any sex. He pushed the thoughts away and instead focused on making sure Cerberus was taken care of before they left. Jason had made sure they got all of their errands and chores done yesterday, so if Nico was exhausted today, mentally or physically, he would be able to just rest. “We’ll take you for a nice long walk today a bit later, okay bud? I know you’ve been cooped up in here for a while,” Jason said, scratching behind Cerberus’s ears. Nico had told him about how Cerberus had frolicked at Naomi’s house, but one day of moderate exercise wasn’t nearly enough for a dog as active as Cerberus. Jason would have to make sure to give him some extra playtime outside today. By the time Nico made his way to the front door, he was all bundled up, complete with a scarf and a hat, even though it wasn’t that particularly cold out just yet. Jason appreciated the extra precaution though.