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boygirlmeetsworld · 3 years ago

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Messy.

ONE-SHOT

Word count: 2793

Disclaimer: One piece and all it’s characters belong to Eiichiro Oda, I just like to write about them.

Warning: None

Rating: T (i guess?? there’s cursing)

Author’s Note: Whale, this is the first fanfic I’ve posted on the interwebs since high school so please keep that in mind, lol. I do plan to finish it sooner than later so check back in a few days if you want to read the rest, sorry I don’t have it all done right now. At long last it it FINISHED.

Feel free to tell me what u think! Unless it’s mean, then I ask that u keep those thoughts in ur noggin because I’m just writing these for fun not for grades.

Without further ado, here ya go.

Author’s Note pt 2: So i didn’t end up going the smut route like I originally planned, but I think it worked out better bc this one got nice and Emotional.

Summary: Zoro really shouldn’t agree to be Nami’s drinking partner if he wanted to keep their friendship from getting... Complicated.

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The moon was floating high in the night sky when Nami wandered onto the deck, unable to sleep even after a few hours of sketching.

She wanted company – specifically, she wanted the company of the crew’s resident alcoholic. It only took a few minutes to find him on the lawn deck with his back against a tree and his eye closed. ‘How typical.’

Nami smiled a small, excited smile as she strode over to him and squatted between his parted legs. An unconscious sigh left her nose as she swept her gaze up and down his face. She caught herself thinking, ‘He really is easy on the eyes isn’t he.’ ....again.

Who was she kidding? She’d been thinking the same thing every time she looked his way lately.

Two years ago she’d been able to keep the immature crush she had on him locked tightly away but somehow - it had gotten out and was slowly consuming her entire being.

Nami hoped he hadn’t noticed how often she invited him to drink with her because she didn’t think she could handle being rejected. So she settled for spending time alone with him whenever and however she could.

“Hey, moss-head,” the navigator said finally, leaning in to squint at him, “Are you asleep?”

He had literally just settled down for a nice cat nap when the navigator appeared suddenly to interrupt him. ‘Damn. What the hell did she want now?’

Instead of answering, Zoro chose to ignore her and pretend like he was deep asleep. ‘Why won’t she go bother someone else?’

Nami started prodding his cheek with one finger to rouse him if he really was sleeping, ”Zorooo wake up, I wanna drink,” she whined and his eyelid opened instantly.

‘Why’s she so damn pretty..’ was the first thought he had when he realized that she was a lot closer than he’d anticipated.

He mentally chastised himself after, trying to remind his id that Nami had never once indicated that she wanted to be anything other than friends and he should respect that.

But… There was no harm in looking from time to time was there? And she was pretty. She’d always been... ‘Oh for fuck’s sake, now he sounded like Sanji. He needed to get a grip.’

“Helloooooo,” Nami waved her hand in Zoro’s face until he snapped back to reality and snatched her wrist up, pulling it away. He scowled but it wasn’t deep, and now he was refusing to look her in the eye. “What was that about, huh Zoro?”

“Nothing.” The swordsman replied perhaps a little too quickly to avoid suspicion, “Thought I heard a noise, doesn’t matter – oi, didn’t you want to do something?”

He couldn’t remember what exactly it was. He’d been so distracted by the way her bangs framed her face and sometimes got caught in her eyelashes—’Damnit! He was doing it again.’

Nami smirked again but didn’t press the subject anymore. She’d do that later once they started drinking. “Weren’t you listening to me? You’re so rude, maybe I should find someone else to share my booze with.”

Was it a good idea to go drink with Nami when he kept catching himself thinking about feelings that he’d been suppressing for the last two years? Probably not…

But he couldn’t just decline an opportunity to get buzzed. ‘And... Maybe he wanted to get buzzed with Nami, specifically.’

Zoro scoffed, mostly at himself. “Quit playing games, damnit, do you want me to drink with you or not?”

“You’re so stubborn,” The navigator teased with a pleased smile that made his heart beat unevenly, “I could care less if you join me, but you’re not allowed to come unless you say you’ll be nice.”

“Nami. I am older than you, quit treating me like a fucking child or I swear-”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady who’s getting you drunk for free, Roronoa Zoro. If you can’t be nice then I’ll just add the cost of everything you drink to your debt and-”

Zoro didn’t have time to ruminate over the way hearing her say his full name made him shiver because he had to shut her up before she did charge him.

“Okay, okay. I’ll be... nice.” He hissed through gritted teeth and her answering giggle made his pulse flutter. He had to fight to keep himself from smiling. ‘What the hell was going on with him tonight? Was he sick?’

“Good boy,” she turned and started walking towards the Sunny’s aquarium bar, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure he was coming.

“Don’t push your luck, woman.” Zoro snarled to mask his confusion over the sudden need to touch her that he felt scratching at the back of his head. He really shouldn’t agree to be Nami’s drinking partner if he wanted to keep their friendship from getting... Complicated.

He knew it, but he followed her up the stairs all the same.

* * *

“Why d’you always want to drink with me anyway, witch?” Skeptical of her intentions, his narrowed eye fixed itself on Nami as she approached him holding two maroon tinted bottles. She offered one to him and he accepted it – but he didn’t let his guard down yet.

Zoro lowered his gaze to check the label out, whistling long and low when he read 23% alcohol per volume. A couple puzzle pieces clicked together in his head ‘Oh, that’s why. Because if she tried to drink this with anyone else they’d pass out after two glasses.’

“Would you believe that I just like hanging out with you?” Though her tone was teasing she was actually being genuine, she had a lot of fun with him whenever they went out.

“No–“ He paused when Nami kicked him in the shin hard enough to make him swear. Reaching down with his free hand he rubbed the sore patch of skin and glared daggers at his crewmate. “What the fuck was that for?!”

“You said you’d be nice, Zoro! So be nice or I’ll charge you a hundred thousand beris for that bottle.” Nami uncorked hers but waited to hand the corkscrew over until he behaved himself. The look he was giving her would probably frighten a small child but she didn’t flinch.

‘This was his choice.’ He reminded himself. Of his own free will he chose to get drunk with Nami instead of napping, and that meant dealing with her bossiness no matter how much he loathed it. ‘Sometimes he just wanted to grab her by the shoulders and make her shut up, there were better things her mouth could be doing anyway-‘

“Why do you keep staring at me like that, do I have a zit or something?”

Zoro sat up so fast that he banged his shoulder on the underside of the countertop. ‘What the hell was that? What the hell was wrong with him?’ He hadn’t even opened the damn bottle and he was already making himself look like an idiot.

“No,” the swordsman grumbled, wracking his brain for a believable excuse, “Just thinking about how I’ll owe you money even after I’m dead if you keep charging me for bullshit.” That made her laugh and Zoro cursed himself for how much he liked hearing it. “Don’t see how it’s funny for me, witch.”

Nami let him take the corkscrew from her, eyes crinkled with amusement while he opened his bottle. “You’ll just have to stay alive until you pay me back in full, I guess!” She trilled before taking a long, heavy drink from hers.

“Yeah?” Zoro snorted before mimicking her and downing about half of the wine in the container. It tasted disgusting, which he’d expected, but that didn’t make the bitter aftertaste any less miserable. His nose wrinkled slightly as he set the bottle down. “I bet even if I did try to pay you off you’d find a way to charge me more.”

“You make me sound so heartless,” the navigator batted her eyelashes innocently, pretending to look hurt, “Why would I ever do such a thing?”

“Hah.” He scoffed before chugging some more wine and failing to keep track of how much he was drinking each time. “Because you want to keep me on a leash since I don’t throw myself at you like that dumbass cook.”

An impish smirk crawled it’s way onto Nami’s face that made him immediately regret what he’d just said. ‘Fuck. Damnit!’

“So…” She began slowly, savoring every second that the swordsman spent avoiding direct eye contact with her, “You admit that you are one of my lap dogs?”

A muscle in his jaw flexed and he stopped drinking for one second to grunt, “That’s not what I said.”

“That’s what I heard!” Chimed Nami as she rose from her seat, stepping over to Zoro and tracing a finger under his jaw while he drained the last few drops of liquid. “I should get you a collar, so people know who to bring you to when you get lost.”

Normally he would have snapped at her for poking fun at his sense, or lack thereof, direction but he wasn’t listening to her. She’d come close enough for him to pick up her scent and maybe it was the alcohol intensifying his feelings, but it was suffocating him in a good way.

He loved the way she smelled. Tangerines from her soaps mixed with salty seawater and traces of sunscreen. A hint of orange blossom, but only when she was close to him like this.

Zoro inhaled deeply through his nose and, without realizing it, his expression melted into something affectionate and gentle. ‘In two years she’d changed in so many different ways… but she still smelled the same. She still smelled like home.’

* * *

“What are you thinking about, Zoro?” Her voice void of it’s usual teasing tone, Nami’s curiosity was piqued by his sudden shift in demeanor. He looked soft and peaceful, like he didn’t have anything to worry about. She wanted to know why.

‘Ah, fuck.’ What was he supposed to tell her? That he was thinking about how good she smelled? ‘Yeah right.’ Zoro was quiet for a while, mulling over his words until he came up with an explanation that didn’t sound as creepy – but also wasn’t a lie.

“I guess..” he finally murmured, his gaze shifting to meet hers, “It’s just been a while and… I was thinking about how nice it feels to be back here, with everyone…” a brief pause then he added, “I missed you guys.” ‘Look at him being all gushy and emotional, this wine really was something else.’ Zoro reached to brush his fingertips by her temple, catching a stray lock of hair and tucking it behind her ear, “I missed you.”

When had Zoro ever been this honest with her about the way he felt? Never was the answer, but now he seemed to trust her well enough to know she wouldn’t spill his secrets. Nami took his face in both of her hands, surprising him, and pulled his head down so she could kiss his forehead. “I missed you too, Zoro.”

Something about hearing her say that she’d missed him too broke a dam in his chest that he’d been trying to keep together for two years. Hormoness flooded through his bloodstream quicker than Zoro could even process them and before he knew it he was practically throwing his arms around Nami’s waist and crushing her against his chest.

“Nami—” he pressed his face into her neck to hide the tears that he couldn’t hold back anymore. Sober he might have cared about losing it like this around her but she was here and… ‘He just – needed to hold her.’ Hold her and smell her and feel how real she was because she had almost been taken from him.

‘He’d barely begun to process what he had been through on Thriller Bark when they were attacked in Sabaody. If he tried to think back on it his memories would get hazy and his bones would ache from their very cores. He knew what had happened but it’s like his brain was protecting him from understanding how close to death he’d come. Then – to be torn away from the people he loved with all of his heart? Who he had just nearly killed himself to protect?

It had ripped him apart and rubbed salt into every wound. And it fucking hurt. The same kind of pain he felt when he saw Kuina dead on the floor of their dojo. He was scared, he was furious, he was devastated – all over again but this time it was so much worse. So, so much worse.

That was why he had trained so hard over the last two years. Because he couldn’t bear the grief that came with loving them so deeply – so he got stronger. And stronger. And stronger. No matter the cost to his body, he would become powerful enough to defeat anyone who crossed them. Then… He would never have to feel the agony that he did when he first woke up on Kuraigana Island ever again.

Taking on all of Luffy’s suffering in Thriller Bark had been the most physically painful experience of his entire life – but that was nothing compared to how much it hurt to think that his friends were gone forever, that he hadn’t been able to protect them.

Training made it easy not to think about what had happened -- but now he was home, and they were safe - and he was realizing just how close he’d come to losing all of them. At once. And he could do nothing to stop it.’

Startled by him grabbing her, Nami was prepared to give the pirate a good smack if he was getting handsy but… He started trembling. ‘Was he not feeling well?’ Her mouth opened to form the question then stopped. His breathing hitched while his entire body jerked and she realized…

‘Zoro was crying.’

Roronoa Zoro, who prided himself on his strength, was sobbing wretchedly into her neck. ‘He must have been holding this in since Sabaody.’ Nami’s heart ached for him and his stupid pride that forced him to torture himself instead of letting him cry like he needed to. She’d been expecting him to crash at some point, how couldn’t he? Even someone as strong as Zoro was still a human being.

One of her arms cradled his head while the other wound round his shoulders, her fingers combing gently through his hair. “Oh you sweet, sweet boy…” she spoke in the tone that Bellemere used to use when Nami and Nojiko were frightened by a passing thunderstorm. It always calmed her, maybe it would calm Zoro, too.

‘Quit fucking crying you loser you’re supposed to be a man.’ But he couldn’t, he literally could not stop because he was trying to. “I wasn’t strong enough,” his voice quivered at the edges and he hated it. ‘He was definitely never going to drink this kind of wine again ever. Not if it turned him into a blubbering mess like this every time.’

“Shhh, no. No. Don’t you dare try to blame yourself for what happened. Hey, look at me.” Nami urged his head off her shoulder and cupped his face in both of her palms, “None of us were strong enough, okay? Not even Luffy.” Each tear that fell she tenderly swept away with the pad of her thumb. The corner of her mouth turned up as she assured him, “But we are strong enough now. We can take care of each other. Nothing is ever going to tear us apart again, Zoro.”

‘She was right. Of course, she was right. He needed to have faith in his crewmates and his captain. They could do anything as long as they had each other.’ His breathing slowly evened out as he focused on anchoring himself back to reality. He wasn’t in Sabaody or Kuraigana – he was on the Sunny. In the bar, with Nami who had grown so much since he last saw her. The look in his eye softened like it had before his breakdown.

“You’re staring at me again, Zoro.” The navigator teased, her hands falling to rest on his shoulders. He hadn’t let go of her yet but she didn’t mind, he could hold on to her for as long as he needed.

A ghost of his usual smirk passed across his face. “Sorry, Nami…” Zoro took a little risk by leaning in to press a chaste but lingering kiss to her cheek, then traced a path with the edge of his nose to her ear, murmuring, “Wine makes me a little… Messy.”

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i-see-you-now-you-see-me · 4 years ago

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Awaken the World (oneshot)

Pairing: Wayv Ten (Nct Ten) x Reader

Word count: 11k im sorry

Warnings: smutty smut, pure filth, Ten is an alien with two dicks... that’s it, that’s the warning, mention of suicide, (keep in mind, this is a fiction and has nothing to do with real people in real life, also, use protection!!!)

*new Years party*

-You deserve a break from time to time, Y/N, - Trish said while talking to you, - besides, you rarely go out, it feels like you are stuck in that apartment of yours.

-I know, I know, you and Shin always tell me that, give me an hour and I will be ready, ok?

-Yes, we will get a taxi and let’s go!!!

Your friend hung up and you went straight for the bathroom to get ready. It was unusual for you to go out, but you did like it from time to time. What you didn’t like in fact was the “gropers” as you called them. People who randomly grab other people, it did not matter how drunk were they, it’s just one of the things that you disliked, and your body proportions did not help either. Being tall and curvy (can be any other description, remember Y/N has a variety), always gave you peoples glares and staring, which did not pay any compliment at all, it made you more insecure.

What if people stare cause I’m ugly?

That was always there in your head, but your friends reminded you it is not like that, they stare because you are gorgeous.

*La Wanderlust club* two hours prior.

-Jack, I don’t think we can do that, - Michel spoke softly, he was new to the business and this was the first time he was about to do something bad.

-They will pay us near hundred grand for every girl, I ain’t gonna lose that money, if you do not participate you might as well leave.

Michel bit his lip, he knew this was bad, and if ever anyone finds out, they will all go to prison, but money like that did not grow on trees, and despite the fact, that their club was doing great, extra money for themselves for a “tiny” thing like that, would not be so bad.

-Fine, - he finally spoke, - I will do it.

Couple of hours later the club was getting busier, girls, loners and couples kissing in the booths that they provided. Everyone having a drink in their hands, enjoying themselves. Michel checked the pills under the bar, in total just 10 pills. Ten girls.

Tonight he will spike drinks for ten girls, and later send them away, no questions asked, spike the drinks and get the girls in the back on the club until the buyer collects them.

Shin was the first to drag you to the bar.

-Cosmos for the girls!!! – she nearly shouted while Michel prepared your drinks. He was watching you all carefully, thinking about who’s drink to spike. It was a hard decision, he was not yet able to make, so all the pills stayed where they were.

A couple hours later Trish was dancing with a random stranger while you were sipping coke by yourself at the corner, your eyes looking Shin who said will be back after she went for a fag. You felt a light tap on your shoulder.

-Hey, sexy, want a drink? – a stranger asked you, he could barely stand on his feet. Michel was fast to approach you and take you to bar.

-Annoying, huh? – he asked, and you nodded. – Anything to drink at all?

-Yeah, uhm, gin with tonic, please, - you said and gave the bartender bank card, while you turned around to spot your friends, he smoothly put one of the pills I your drink. In fact, that was the last pill. His brothers had already taken the other girls to the back, stripping them from their ID’s and purses, putting them in separate boxes.

Their buyer said they will sort It out themselves, so the guys do not have to worry about anything.

The dizziness hit you like a brick and two minutes later you were dragged away, your friends both busy with their newfound partners (always make sure your friends are not like this, yeah? They should care about your well being as well as their own), not noticing how you go missing, in front of their eyes. You were half asleep, half awake, you felt how you got thrown on the ground, and your beating heart knew nothing good will come out of this, but your body was shutting down faster than you could react.

You were out cold when the buyer got here, paying the bar owners huge money, taking your belongings as well as all ten bodies, putting them in a trunk, driving to a different place. They gave all girls sedative to keep you out for the hours needed. You were being prepared for an exceptionally long drive, far, far away from home.

Noticing lights further down the road, the buyers didn’t waste no more time and drove to where your destiny would start.

Up on the entrance pass code was required, which was sent to one of the buyer’s phones, the gate opened and what looked like some sort of “space station” was waiting for them. A big looking fella greeted them when they got out of the van.

-I assume you did well, - one of them spoke, as he was approaching with a bag full of cash.

-Yes, just like you wanted, there is ten of them, you can check if they are your liking, - buyers face smirked. Truth to be told, the “big man” did not care at all, the girls would probably look a lot different after quite a while, but it was none of his concerns. He had a hand in this business for a very long time and no one had ever suspected a thing.

Traveling from country to country, every five years some girls go missing? Who cares! People go missing every day. Business is running like normal.

Buyers unloaded the package and left with the cash, while “big man” made sure they were far away from sight before the center of the building ground opened, a platform moving higher until a spaceship was spotted. Opening the doors, he entered, taking the girls in one by one, taking of their shoes, putting on something that looked like a onesie of someone who works in a chop shop, smearing their make up with wet wipes so they looked ruined, make up running down like that.

Not that his clients needed their faces to look good anyways.

Walking through the ship towards the controls he noticed that an error had come up.

“ERROR 401, assistance needed, fuel tank”, to what he checked and decided it still would be enough for the journey, and if his clients will require some more of the product transported, they will provide him fuel generously.

-Safe journey, - he whispered before setting the coordinates and walking out, securing all bodies, making sure the spaceship is set for its destination. Walking back and starting the system up he fare welled with a bow and watched how the spaceship disappeared into the sky with a speed of lighting. This would be the last time you would be seen at all, and he had no regrets. A smile formed on his lips and a yawn; it had been a long day preparing. Time to rest.

*10043567901;1102033149001. PLANET DYVLONY*

Detective Ten pulled his spent cock out of his partners mouth, smirking.

-What a good girl you’ve been, - he said, while wiping her smeared lips with his thumb, his sperm glistening on her chin, - but I have one more in need of a touch.

His partners eyes widened noticing that instead of a one graceful phallus, he indeed (as the rumors had said) had been gifted with a second one, which even with one glance was visibly thicker and more veiny than the other.

She licked her lips in anticipation.

-Get on all fours for me, lovely, will you, - she did as Ten told her to, and soon her entrance was filled to the brim with just one thrust. Ten was still wearing all his clothing while his partner was borne down to nothing. She mewled at Ten’s sharp pelvic movements and thanked him for each slap she received. His hands moved to grope her breasts and pinch her nipples, while his thrusts never stopped. Her core was clenching, she was close, but Ten would not have this. He pulled out, grabbing a hold of the ceiling chain and tying her hands, pulling her up in standing position, before she even could comprehend a sentence to somewhat – bastard, how dare you!

His interrogation room, which normally was used to invest in pains of criminals, was now used for the pleasure of sex, and Ten spanked his partners bottom, he swatted away her bare cheeks till they were red in color, and the sounds his partner was making, didn’t make no sense. Ten lifted her leg up, and found her opening with his fingers, two of them making their way inside her body, thrusting as fast as he could manage, finishing her off within a minute, but before riding her orgasm, pushing his cock in her again, till tears were streaming down her face.

-I cccaaa…nntttt… - she was trying to say, but Ten would not stop, she was climaxing again, her core muscles milking Ten for all he’s worth, his hands letting her leg down, and his front pressing against her back.

His cum was leaking down her thighs, together with her essence, both of them breathing heavily. He whispered.

-So, is it true what they say about me? – he smirked against her shoulder. While trying to come up with a proper sentence, his partner turned to face him, she stood 6`1 tall, - taller than him by all means and, bit her lip.

-Ah, you know what, - she whispered, - you are not too bad.

Ten laughed.

-You could not even say anything five minutes ago, so I take that as a lie, - he said, setting her down on the ground, letting the chains rest on the floor, before securing them up again, Ten zipped up his pants.

-There is a shower, you can clean up.

-Well, - his partner spoke up, - you do suck at aftercare.

With that she stood up and left to where Ten had pointed to. Ten was all she wanted in a man, he was fearless, strong, good at what he does, and yes, oh yes, great at sex, but she knew this would be the first and last time they would sleep together, which does not even count as sleeping together, it was just raw fucking, her abused cunt convulsing around nothing imagining how great it was.

Dressing up, she was greeted by Ten, who as a gentleman he was, had opened the car door, where he would put a seatbelt on her, give her a bottle of juice, driving her to the town. His phone went off.

-ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!

Ten put the phone on speaker.

-Detective Ten, this is Xiao Dejun from the High court, there has been a crash at the GYPE beach, and it has been secured by SWAT teams who have cleared the area, we are waiting for you and your colleagues to arrive, it is an emergency. Sir, are you alone?

-I will be in a couple of minutes, - Ten stopped the car and gave the woman a sympathetic look, before she stepped out of the vehicle and slammed the door, well, at least it was not his face, she slammed. – I am now.

-It is…, - Xiao Dejun stopped before continuing, - it is a spaceship, we are on a high alert now, I am surprised no one had called you.

-I was occupied elsewhere, no one dared to trouble me, but I will be with you ASAP.

-See you soon then.

Couple of minutes later Detective Ten parked his car and was trying to get through the public crowds and reporters, who were trying to catch a glimpse of what is happening. Ten showed his V card as soon as he was approaching the secured area. It was crowded with SWAT teams of all sorts. White, none see through plastic covering all around the area, police teams in full gears and weapons. Ten stepped inside.

It was dusty, the ships landing must have created a sandstorm of some sort, the spaceship itself was covered in dust, the electronics on the other side being ripped apart from the intact with ground, the wires spiking an electric volt from time to time.

-What are we seeing here? – Ten asked, when he was approached by High Court man, Dejun in front.

-We were waiting for you, you have worked with anomalies like this, so we are in need of your assistance with this.

As they talked, they had approached the entrance of the aircraft, as they had assumed. As a detective, Ten had come across various forms of UFO’s that had probably drifted away from their main coordinates, but they had always kept things from public eye, since it was nothing harmful, just something that had proved they are not the only ones in universe.

The fire rescue team were waiting for a signal to cut the door out, the SWAT teams ready to shoot at any point, officers from the station were Ten works, standing next in line after SWAT team. Ten put on a west and secured his weapon. Putting his hand up, two fingers signaling for action, fireman cutting down the metal door, taking it out, putting ladder board to the entrance, he was ready to enter first.

Slowly moving towards the entrance, careful as they could, detective Ten with two swat members went in. Sweeping the aircraft bit by bit (since it was quite small), shouting -CLEAR, after checking every corner they spotted, moving forward until they reached a clearance, where they stopped, eyes widening.

-What the… - Ten spoke, in front of their eyes was bodies of girls/women, dressed in weird clothing, but it didn’t seem like they would be able to operate this aircraft. Ten spotted a movement, approaching straight away, putting his gun down and checking the pulse of the girl. Both SWAT members ready to shoot if she would attack the guy.

-We need ambulance, - he shouted, realizing that they are alive, but not in the “mood to fight” and heard the response teams through microphones, soon the medics were there, untying girl bodies, ushering them in ambulances, sending them away to a secret facility that lies below the High court for special occasions such as this. Teams provided with extreme medical equipment, wearing full gear, in case this was some sort of diversion, or something far more dangerous or poisonous for that matter, were ready to start working as soon as the bodies would arrive.

Once the ship was cleared, detective Ten with some of his teammates, were doing the “detective work”.

-Does not look like they were supposed to crash here, - one of them said, - coordinates are not ours.

-There is a glitch in the system, - Ten said, - but to check what is that this ship is in need of fixing.

-Like hell it is, - other one said, - this is nothing like ours, Ten, it is probably near to impossible changing any parts, this is not as advanced as ours, if we could find a clue to where it comes from, that would be a record.

-I know, but you also know how good I am at my job.

-Detective Ten? – he turned around to see High court man coming in his direction.

-How may I help?

-We will move this aircraft to a different facility, location we will let you know once it will be secured, we need to make this as clean as we can, is that right?

Ten and his teammates nodded.

-Of course, sir, - Ten bowed, and cleared the ship.

-We should be heading back, detective, - his mates said before leaving, Ten’s phone rang at the same time.

-Detective Ten speaking.

-You should come to High court, there will be a member of staff to greet you and take you to us, they are coming to their senses.

Ten nodded and hang up. Soon enough he was going down the elevator with a member of staff, going lower than Ten had imagined of how deep the facility was build. And how?

-Detective, - Xiao Dejun greeted him, taking him though corridors, - so far, we have discovered all of the bodies are female, we are checking their health balance as we speak, they are definitely from another place, even Planet… so we have given them an injection of microchip, and also a vaccine, looks like they have taken them well. Also, since we do not know why they are here, do not think of this being uncivil, when they have not given us any answers either.

Ten ached a brow.

-You’ll see, - Dejun opened the door. On a high platform was ten chairs, all girls seated on them, tied up, all looking scared as ever, - and if you can get a criminal to talk, I assume this will be a piece of cake for you.

Ten smiled and nodded. Oh yes. He would enjoy this.

-Greetings, aliens, - Ten said walking towards the platform, none of the girls said anything back. – I am Detective Ten, and I will ask you some questions, if you do not answer there will be consequences, and I am sure none of you would like the ones I have in my mind.

You were shaking in your chair. You had no idea where you were, why were you tied up, how you came to this, and the detectives look was even more terrifying, especially his smirk.

He stood in front of one girl.

-Who are you? – when she didn’t respond, Ten walked over to the girl next to her and slapped her hard across the face. You jumped in your seat.

-Let me make this clear, if I ask, you answer, if you don’t answer, I make sure the person next to you pays for it, clear?

You and others nodded. A tear slipped from the corner of your eyes. Ten walked over to the girl next to you. Which meant- is she did not answer, he would slap you in return.

-Why are you here? – detective asked again, it looked like she was trying to formulate a sentence but trying to speak was getting difficult. The language felt strange on her tongue, the microchip that was planted, was only now starting to work. The question was understood, but to speak was a difficulty.

Not satisfied with “no answer”, detective was striding towards you with his hand ready, but before he could smack you, you found your voice and shouted loud and clear.

-I WILL TELL YOU ALL YOU WANT TO KNOW, - and then you went quiet, Ten leaned closer, - just don’t hit me, o-o-o-or anyone, p-p-please.

The tears you had felt frozen in place, and the saliva in your throat seemed to dry out too fast. The stare the detective was giving you, sent chills through your body.

-Who are you? – he asked.

Your throat was dry, and you couldn’t speak. Ten took this as a sign for water, he knew this face well after a long session of sinful pleasures, even his mouth was dry at some point. He was handed a glass, that he put to your lips and gave you a small sip. A little bit of water dripping down the corner of your lips. Ten’s cock twitched in his pants. His previous activities coming to mind.

-My name is Y/N, - you stated.

-Who are you, Y/N? – detective continued.

You were thinking to yourself- what do I say? Who am I, really?

-I am a regular girl, - you said, detective eye-level with you.

-And?

Ten was pushing you for answers, and you were trying hard, really trying, he walked to the girl before you and smacked her, since you had not given an answer.

One of the girls started sobbing, and Ten went to her.

-Who are you? – she sniffled, and tried to speak, Ten gave her water as well.

-I am Anna, - she spoke softly, trying not to cry, - I c-cannot remember…

Ten turned to Dejun.

-Had they been on drugs?

-Here is a report, - Dejun’s assistant handed Ten a piece of paper, various blood tests showed signs of unknown supplement in their blood. Even their blood was nothing they had ever seen. DNA looked completely anomaly, compared to theirs.

-We were trying to make a sample, but it was too fast to clear from their blood stream.

Ten nodded, thinking to himself. He looked at all girls, eyeing them carefully. They were female. Why would someone send females to attack? He checked photos of the girl naked bodies, curves and a bit of chubby thighs, so they were not sent to war, fighters have fair share of muscles, which none of these girls possessed. Their bodies were free from poison, so they were not sent here… or not meant to land here in the first place.

-I need to see the ship, - detective Ten spoke, - for now, leave them here, I will be back as soon as I can.

With that he left the building together with Dejun’s assistant.

The facility was located a few miles from the GYPE beach, the ship cleared from all the dust, all parts, that had broken apart, next to the ship. Engineers were working to recover any sort of information to help them.

-Detective Ten, this is the engineering team A, specializing in UFO’s, you have worked with them in past, - a man in his fifties shook hands with Ten. -My name is Leon Yah, I am their team leader.

-Yes, I remember, anything yet?

-A little bit, - the man said, taking Ten closer to the team. – This is Jungwoo, one of our best new mechanical engineers and biochemists, he is helping us with this case, - Leon proudly presented Jungwoo, even putting his hands on the guys shoulder, - tell them what you know.

-So, I found a piece of electrics that I actually can use to pinpoint the location this ship came from, it carries the information, sort of like the black box, if you will. It is trying to get it now, so, then at least we might get a clue, what is the reason for crashing here, or any info at all.

Two beeps later, Jungwoo was the first to run towards his computer.

-Just what I though, - he said and then stopped, - what? How is this possible?

-What’s that? – Ten asked.

-There are fragments similar to CASE 101, 1992… but I have no idea of what that is.

-Whatever do you mean? – Ten asked, seeing Jungwoo’s face expresion, and the team leader Leon came closer.

-A while ago there was similar crash, only partly one, there was a ship that contained 2 people, and at that time we came across a different DNA, using one of the bodies, one of the females died, and the other…

-What’s with the other? – Jungwoo asked surprised, he had not heard of this.

-The other is my mother, - detective Ten spoke.

Jungwoo’s jaw went slack, he could not say a word. How had he not heard of this? This is important information.

-At that time, your mother told us, she was sent as a prostitute, because when she got drugged, she hadn’t used alcohol, so she was half awake when it all happened. And your father as a doctor, made sure she was taken care of. I remember that, as if it was yesterday…

“And fucked her like a prostitute he thought she was,” Ten gritted his teeth thinking about this.

-And a few years later I was born, half human half DYVLONY, - detective Ten never liked this part of the story, first of all, who knew, humans could carry a DYVLONY child, even be able to copulate in the first place, also, that is why he was born different. - Could they all be human females then?

-They might be, there is documents about your mother, that could be used to identify if they indeed are human, also maybe there is still metal research of the previous aircraft, that we could use. They should be with the High court, I will ring Xiao Dejun and let him know.

Jungwoo was checking through the information that he had received and sighed. For him this was indeed the first-time seeing UFO and hearing about different species gave him a weird tingle.

-This ship was not crafted by humans, that’s for sure.

-How can you bee certain? – Ten asked.

-If we do not possess this sort of metal, I do not think there is a possibility that this would come from humans, maybe the older report had more on that.

Yes, humans. Fragile creatures. Ten sighed, his mom was human, but heck she was strong woman, whom he loved dearly, and his father, who might have taken her for the wrong reasons, later fell in love and married her.

Team leader came back a few minutes later, giving the papers of what they had discovered to Ten, so he could get back to High court.

Stepping through the threshold, Ten was greeted by the ten females again, all still sat on the chairs provided, all still looking scared, but a bit more relaxed. After checking the papers about his own mother, Ten came across the idea of these females being sent to a different Planet as whores, the same as his mother once was. He just needed some answers to see if it is true.

-How did you end up in the aircraft? – Ten spoke, this time more softly.

-All I remember is me and my friends on a night out, - one girl spoke. You nodded, you remembered that as well.

-I had a drink, and then… - other one spoke, your memories were there as well, you remembered being dragged to the back.

-They took our identification, - you spoke, - and that is all I remember.

-I cannot even remember that, - another girl said, - I wish I didn’t drink that much.

Ten left together with Xiao Dejun to have a chat about further actions.

-It is clear that they were meant to be sent somewhere else, and they are harmless, - Ten said.

-What do you think we do?

-The same as thirty years ago, - he said, - we take them into our community, make sure they are taken care of, and see where it goes.

-How?

-I propose, we put each female together with a person who would take care of them, teach them our culture and see.

-Yeah, true, it’s not like putting them in prison, they are not criminals, - Dejun agreed.

-What about members of society council? There is plenty of men capable, - when Ten said those words he nearly choked, he knew half of the council would have them girls eagle spread on their beds in less then twenty hours, and he would be one of them.

-And you? – Xiao asked, Ten nodded, - let’s ask and see, shall we?

Two days later, all females were dressed in casual clothing, they were cleaned and fed, taught a few things about ownership, since that’s what they would be, OWNED. That meant that the household they would stay in, would have their own rules to follow.

You were anxious. Who are you going home with? Before your parting, all of you had a small chat, just expressing your worries and fears, since this was not exactly a trip to Maldives, or a trip in general. Besides, you were not friends, you were bunch of randomly selected girls for prostitution.

-I hope he will be nice, - Anna spoke, and then the thought of you going away with some random men started to scare you. It could go two ways, either way nice or, he would treat you like shit. All these men want is just one thing, which with your lack of experience would be -nothing. If he even would dare to touch you, you’d probably kick him in the balls, run away and hide.

At that point it didn’t seem like a bad idea, oh boy, how wrong you were.

You were the last one waiting for the person to pick you up. You never got to see who was here to collect other girls, so it was possible, that you would not see any of them again. Not unless, the person who you are going home, could tell you were they are.

Minutes turned to hours, your palms were sweaty, your heart was beating fast until…

-Miss Y/N, - you nearly jumped out of your body upon hearing your name. You stood up and walked through the door. – There is a paperwork to get signed and you should be able to leave as soon as it is done.

Next thing you know, detective Ten walks through the door.

-Ready? – his gaze found yours within seconds. Surely there must be a mistake… no way you are going home with this crazy dude… When he was in front of you, you realized that you must have spaced out, but detectives face looked like he was about to hit you.

-Ah, yes, - you managed to speak. He handed you paper where you had to sign, and after you followed him, no questions asked. When he opened the car for you, you sat down, Ten put a seatbelt on you, got in the drivers seat, started the engine and got going. It was silence. Long silence.

-So… - you wanted to start a conversation, and turned to your new “legal guardian”, he put his hand up and you put your hand on your mouth to shut it, turning your head to the other side, feeling the tears threatening to fall, he was about to smack you. So, he was abusive… oh no.

-Let’s make some things clear, - he started in a low voice, - you do not speak when you are not spoken to, no asking questions, you will not get any answers, make sure not to be in my way, when I leave for work, you do not leave the house at any point. Understood?

You nodded.

-I need words, Y/N, - he said it in clear language, even though normally people struggle with your name pronunciation.

-Yes, - you said quietly.

-Yes what? – he re-asked.

-I do not know, - you said your voice smaller than before.

-Call me Ten, better yet sir, if you wish, that’s more polite, yes?

-Yes, Ten, - you spoke in barely a whisper. Minutes later Ten turned left and you approached his house. Once inside the garage, Ten helped you out of the car, and you took in your surroundings. Everything was neat. Things on shelves, DIY items, you could not spot a dust anywhere. You noticed doors with password access, wondering what could be there, but were cut short with Ten waiting for you at other doors, which were the entrance to the house.

-You can walk through the whole house to see what’s where, but do not disturb me when I work, also since I am a detective, there is a few things you do not need to know or see. I will show you to your room.

You followed behind keeping your mouth shut. You did not want to anger a guy who was abusive, it terrified you to the bone, so you better stayed quiet. Your room was simple, it contained a bed and a nightstand next to it, the bedding was white, like half of the things in his house. There was a wardrobe, which was empty.

-There is a passage to bathroom, I will get you a towel, give me a second, - Ten walked inside, coming back with a towel, putting it on your bed. – how do you sleep?

-Huh?

Ten bit the inside of his cheek. His patience was running thin, the whole idea of a female staying at his house was somewhat disturbing, but also alluring in some way. Maybe soon he could have you tied up in his interrogation room, naked, pussy dripping and ass on display, he licked his lips.

“What is he thinking about? Pervert!” you thought to yourself.

-What do you wear?

If you were on Earth, you would crack a joke how you would sleep naked, but this was not the place or time to do so.

-Pajamas, - you answered, - really, it’s just shirt and trousers, - something more on, god know what this guy could be up to! Duh! Your brain signaled crazy thoughts.

-Ok, I will get you some, - with that he disappeared. You felt like you were in boarding school, not that you had a clue to what that feels like, but hey, imagination. You sat on the bed, your eyes were threatening you with tears that were gathering, but you looked up and thanked the gods for that you were alive. Could have been worse. You could have been sent to another Planet and could have been sold to some asshole as a whore.

Alright, he might not be the nicest guy, but he is providing you with a place to live so you were grateful. For the time being, once you figure out how to get away.

Ten was just about to get his car keys and go to store, when he received a message from Xiao Dejun. They used to be students, going to the same school when they were kids, as hard as it was for Ten, Dejun was always there to protect him, so they became friends.

-A video? – Ten said to himself and transferred the video to his tablet, - I will watch it when I come back.

With that he left. Once you heard the door being locked, you got up from the bed and went to explore. Passing by Ten’s room, you noticed it was not personal, there was no pictures, but at least he had a plant. A very weird looking one, but still a plant. Walking further through the house, you went in the kitchen. There was a tablet left on the table, you didn’t pay much attention to it at first, but walking past it caught your eye. It lit up, a video had been received and you checked if no one was watching you, and pressed “play”.

-??? – what you saw, made you question if the girls that got drugged were actual prostitutes. High court magistrate Xiao Dejun was balls deep in Anna and looked like she was enjoying it as much as he was. But she left only what, like two hours before you?! What the actual fuck was going on? Was this expected of you? To give your body to some alien? Did detective Ten fancy some good old human-alien pussy or what?

-Guess what, he ain’t getting nothing! – you nearly shouted, not noticing how detective Ten was right behind you.

-Getting what?

You jumped, before turning around, not even looking him in the eye.

-Getting what? I asked you a question!

-Uhm, nothing, sir, - you managed. Your back was covering the tabled, the video left on “pause”, as if nothing has happened, you had not seen nothing.

-Were you watching that? – detective Ten asked and you nodded a “no”, did not have to be a detective to see how your eyes darted elsewhere but him to know that you were lying, - I won’t tolerate liars.

Was he about to smack you? You couldn’t really tell, one thing for certain, he was not pleased.

-Let me ask you again, - he warned, - were you watching the video, that is my private property, and you did it without any permission?

You nodded your head. You felt like being scolded by your parents.

-I need words when I ask you question!

-Yes, sir, - you said quietly.

-Turn around, - he ordered, and you looked up at him as to ask “huh?”.

-Was I not clear? – he said again, - turn around, - so you did. – press play and watch the video.

Only then you noticed the length of it. A solid hour… You pressed “play” and closed your eyes. Ten didn’t see that you had closed your eyes. When moans and slapping sounds echoed through the kitchen you were trying not to cringe. Behind you, detective Ten was near enough grabbing his own crotch to relieve some stress, but he needed to punish you first.

-Are you getting wet listening to them? – you thought “what the fuck”, - I bet you are. Dirty girl, cannot wait for me to do that to you, yeah?

You were biting your lips in hopes of him stopping talking. On Earth you would have turned around, smacked the asshole and told him to fuck himself. Here… uhm, you stand and wait. A whoosh reached your bottom cheeks. A smack so loud, louder than the video being played, had reached you. You jumped and opened your eyes.

-How do you like it? – he was so close, you felt his breath on your neck, he smacked you again, groping your ass, - you are a good girl, aren’t you? Letting your hair down, biting your lip, teasing your partner just to see a reaction, well then, baby, I am all yours, besides, I have something others do not possess.

Your eyes were bulging out from your eye sockets. Was he dirty- talking you in sleeping with him? How to politely decline? Yikes.

-I apologize for watching this video, and I won’t do that again, I promise, - you stated, getting out of detectives grasp and running to your room, leaving Ten in the kitchen with growing tent in his trousers, squinting his eyes, trying to figure out what just happened.

His dirty talk always works, so why it had not affected you?

You were no virgin, but your past experiences were not the best either, so might as well count yourself as a reborn virgin. You were not the type of person to sleep with someone just like that, it just was not your thing. Being on a different Planet does not help either. Remembering how magistrate Xiao was even able to fit in Anna’s delicate body, had your body shutting down, ah a migraine was on its way.

You would think about that all night.

Duh.

Ten didn’t return, at least you didn’t hear him. Only later he came by your door to announce that dinner was ready.

-It’s not much, since I don’t know what you eat, it’s spicy though, - ha warned, you thanked him and sat down, having the first spoonful only small, in case it was something you would not be able to eat. He was studying you, there must be something about you, there was no chance he had lost his charms.

The food was fire.

Your run to the sink was so fast, Ten burst out laughing.

-You eat this? – you cried, pouring cold water on your tongue.

-Too spicy? – he giggled, you would have laughed as well, if it didn’t burn your mouth or lips.

-This is poison!!! – you still kept watering your mouth, while Ten continued eating. When you sat back down, your face red and puffy as if you just had an allergic reaction, Ten looked up at you, standing up and walking towards the cupboards, he opened one up.

-What of this can you eat? – he started a conversation.

You turned around and saw something similar to oats.

-Do you have milk?

Ten opened the fridge. At least a porridge, that will do, nothing much, but hopefully will be edible.

Few moments later you were enjoying a porridge that actually tasted like porridge.

-I bought you clothes, - Ten said, - left them in a bag by your door.

-Thank you, - you stated, and Ten didn’t incline that he was angry with you for not addressing him “sir” like you were meant to. You washed the dishes and went back to your room. Opening the bag detective had left you, surprised laugh left your mouth. He had bought you jumpers and trousers, shirts and even a couple of underwear, at least you though that was an underwear, some holes missing, he must have bought them from somewhat “kinky” section.

From time to time you started to hear screams, loud, so loud, you could not sleep. Turns out, Ten as a detective did quite a lot of methods in catching criminals, that no one knew about. Forbidden methods, the ones, you cannot use, if you work for police task force. He assured you, that it is nothing to worry about, but how can you not?

-It just sounded like someone was about to die, - you stated at the dinner table, chewing on your porridge.

-I did tell you not to ask questions… - Ten warned.

-I don’t, - you talked back, - it’s a statement of the sounds I heard.

-You wanna see how I do business? – Ten offered, - I can take you downstairs and show you how I deal with criminals.

-No, thank you, - you turned around, going to sink and washing your bowl.

-Come on, don’t be scared now, I will show you, - to be true, Ten wanted you to see what happens if you become a perp. Also, that would work as a warning in case you want to do something that Ten would not approve of, like- running away, which, you have thought of every night before going to sleep.

Ten dragged you downstairs, typed the code for the other doors, which you were curious about, and you stepped inside.

Blue colors, chains from the ceilings, a table further down, your eyes had to get used to the lighting, until you spotted a chair, before looking around to see other “interesting” instruments, that gave you creeps. Ten walked further, opening a cupboard, taking out and loading a gun, pointing it at you.

-What the… - you choked on your saliva, - uhm, are you doing?

-You know what this is? – he asked, still pointing a gun at you, you nodded. – this is paralyzer. Guess what it does?

-Paralyzes people? – you asked in a small voice.

Someone coughed, diverting your attention, turning around, you noticed the criminal, who was beat to a pulp, looking closer you noticed sharp pointers in his back from the chair he was sat in.

-Wh-what are those? – you whispered.

-I did an acupuncture, - he stated easily, - tell you what, - he kept a pause, - it works miracles...

You swallowed. The blue light made Ten look especially evil. You watched as Ten pressed a couple of numbers on remote control, and the spikes disappeared. The gun was now pointed at the criminal, and without a single thought, you saw Ten shoot the guy, without remorse, not even a flinch. You jumped. On Ten’s command, the spikes went back through the guys back, he screamed in pain.

You did not want to end up like the guy, your feet moving faster than your brain, out of the room, through the door, through the garage entry, running away, not even knowing where. You ran till you were out of breath, stopping randomly to breath in, catch your breath and get going. You were sure, detective would hunt you down, and if you don’t move faster, he might catch you, and god knows, maybe torture you like that guy.

Lungs on fire, seemed like you had run for hours. Taking in your surroundings you smelled freshness from something close, walking further you found out you had come to beachside. Blue water, clear and see-through greeted you with opened arms. There was something else that caught your attention – police tape, surrounding what looked like a hole in the sand.

-This must be where they found us, - you said to yourself.

-And here I thought you were a good girl, - a voice not much further behind you startled you. You turned around to see detective Ten with a serious expression on his face.

-Why? – you asked, Ten didn’t say a word, - why do you treat me like that, huh?

Not knowing, your body moved closer to Ten’s, your pointer finger poking at his chest.

-What do you want from me? – you shouted, - I am not like Anna or anyone else, I won’t do what they are doing, I should not be here! Why are you abusive? Do you want to hit me? – you breathed in, - I am from another planet, I do not know how to be someone I am not, I do not wish to be owned, and certainly not by someone like you.

You finished your sentence in barely a whisper. Ten got a hold of both your hands.

-I don’t like your tone, - he started, and you laughed in his face.

-So what? – you laughed, - what now? I end up like the guy you tortured?

You got out of his grasp, fleeting towards the see as fast as you could. Ten was after you, as you ran in the water, he chased after you. Your feelings on high alert, there was no turning back if you wanted to go back home.

Not even reaching deep enough you got on your knees without holding your breath and getting under water. Ten’s strong arms pulled you back up.

-No, - he said in warning voice, - this is not how we do things here.

You still were trying to get underwater.

-No, - he said again, grabbing you towards his much stronger body, - STOP!

Tears felt down your cheeks. You really thought that killing yourself was the exit. When you didn’t struggle anymore, Ten started to pull you out from the water. He was completely silent. Bringing you with him to the car, he put the seatbelt on, got in the drivers seat and drove.

Both of your bodies were soaked, and the closest person to help him was his own family. Pulling up in the drive- way, Ten got out of the vehicle first, then helping you out. Soon a knock on the door, they opened with Ten’s fathers face.

-Hmm, what do we see here? – he asked and smiled, opening the doors wider, letting Ten drag you inside, - honey, we have a visitor.

His mother came rushing from the kitchen, when you saw her you had to blink a couple of times, she was a bit shorter than you, near Ten’s height, looking not at all alien- like (if that was even a thing), and you started questioning things.

-Ten! – she greeted with big smile on her face, and then she noticed you, - hello!

She came straight for you.

-Let’s get you all cleaned up, shall we? – with that she took you upstairs, towards the bathroom, opening drawers she took out a bathrobe and a towel, she made sure water was warm in the shower, she helped you undress, not saying a word, she washed your hair, helped you get out of the shower, she took care of you, not even asking questions.

Meanwhile downstairs.

-What did you do? – Ten’s father asked, handing him a change of clothes, that looked like parachute on Ten’s smaller body.

-I did nothing, it’s a new case.

-Case? – his father ached an eyebrow, Ten nodded, - don’t tell me she’s an…

-Human, - Ten sat down, his father handed him a beer, - I’m driving, - Ten stated, declining.

-What happened? – his dad questioned.

-Another ship crashed, with ten females, all alive, we just took them in, I got her..

-What’s her name?

-Y/N, - Ten said sighing.

-She’s beautiful, - his dad stated, - so what’s the problem, she’s not giving you any, or is she bad at it?

Ten looked at his dad with “??” (what the fuck) expression.

-It’s complicated, - Ten said quietly.

-Hey, I know what is complicated, - his father let out a small laugh, - I have lived with that for a while now. But let me give you some advice. You must be clear about your wishes, if you wanted her for sex, I trust you have no issue with that…but ask her first, yeah? I am a doctor after all son, but humans are more than that. They have feelings, they have issues, they have past, if she is here, think about what she was like back on her planet, she is missing what she had, doesn’t matter if that was something special or nothing, heck, she might have not been anyone, but even that she might miss.

Ten nodded. He hadn’t thought about that. His penis was thinking first, by the looks of the situation.

-Never forget that there is trust in any relationship, you do not have to be a couple to have some kind of relation between you, even if she just lives in your house, or you “own” her for now, you got to look deeper, - Ten smirked, his dick would be up to your cervix, cannot go deeper than that, and his father re-phrased, seeing his reaction, - Ten, you know what I mean.

-I can’t help it, - he stated,- that is all I think about, all of them are something I have never seen before, it’s like a desert I didn’t think I needed until I saw… wow!

-I believe so, you know your mom and I, that’s how I feel.

DYVLONY people were all sorts – there was not a single one that Ten would count as somewhat other-worldly, all his sexual partners were gorgeous, taking him the best ways possible, but he had not felt any attachment to any of them. It was sensual acts with no strings attached. But being with you even for a dinner time, his thoughts always travelled elsewhere.

Upstairs.

You were sat together on their bed, while Ten’s mother combed your hair.

-He is not a bad guy, - she started a conversation, you looked up, - I don’t know what has happened, but I am sure whatever it is, you can talk it through. But first, do you know anything about me?

You nodded a “no”.

-A while ago I was out, clubbing with my friends, when I saw a girl being dragged out forcefully, she didn’t look like she was moving, and I saw that only because I went to use restroom, so, instead of getting my friends first, I headed straight into something I should not have. Hours later I found myself on spaceship, eyes wide opened, seeing outer space, solar system, until I was knocked out when transferring into another galaxy, and later, naked on a medical table.

You were shook, not knowing what to say.

-Turned out I had landed on a planet, while the other girl I tried to save, had died from the impact when we crashed. I was an alien to them, was taken to the doctor’s home, he was collecting material on me via my DNA. I was so, so shy, while he was doing his job, I had to remain without clothing. When he discovered that my body was similar to his fellow female mates, he wanted to experiment and so…

-I don’t think I want to know more, - you said in low voice, - it’s horrible.

She giggled.

-No, no, I will give you advice, - she smiled and whispered in your ear, - we are much tighter in that area than woman here, so, guess what I did?

You looked surprised. She continued to brush your hair.

-I let him sleep with me and he gave me everything, on top of that, he did not touch me if I said no, and trying for a child, even unexpectedly, was our common decision, until we married before Ten was born. Our bodies are more appealing to them than their women, and we can use that to our advantage from time to time. If you want something from my son, use your sex-appeal and body, he will be at your feet in no time.

She leaned again closer to you and whispered.

-Besides, you are where fantasies come from… - you looked at her and she wiggled her eyebrows, - and my son has been gifted very well… - It was weird listening to his mother speaking those things, but you guessed she was not wrong. Remembering how Ten had eyed you up and down, thinking you don’t notice, it was perfectly clear what his intentions were.

Soon enough you were downstairs eating hot soup together with Ten’s parents. Looking closer you saw similarities between him and his dad, and him and his mom. His charms definitely came from his mom.

What if you did use your body, until you would be ready to give it to Ten?

Later saying farewell’s, you left, going back to Ten’s house. A sudden phone call startled your calm journey, detective Ten picked up.

-Hey, tiger, - a female greeted, and Ten didn’t hesitate to answer.

-What do you want?

-Oh, is that a way to treat someone? I thought we might meet up and have a chat, - she moaned in the speaker, - have that fat cock of yours stuffed deep in…

Ten ended the conversation. You felt your face warm up but didn’t look up. You both had not spoken a word to each other.

-Don’t mind that, - Ten finally said.

-Ok, - you nodded.

Ten opened the doors for you like he usually did, locking them behind both of you.

-I will be down here, so keep upstairs will you? – he said, you nodded and left to your room.

Nothing was heard from downstairs, and you fell asleep.

Ten moved the ceiling chains, washed up, cleared table and disinfected all his toys and torture equipment. He looked at the butt plugs, taking one, he thought of how much time he would need to prep you, till you could be rewarded with one of his cocks. Assorting vibrators by speed, size and use, he also put various lubricant bottles next to them.

Giselle was on speed dial, and he was hesitating.

-Ring, rriiingggg, rrrrringggg!

-I thought you will call me back, tiger, I suppose it was not the best timing?

-No, I needed to speak with you without others listening, - Ten’s words were soft, - whatever we had going on, it’s over. I want you to respect the decision I have made.

-What? – Giselle felt angered, - who is she? Does she suck you off better than I do? Can she squirt like I do? What is it Ten?

-It is nothing like that, Giselle, you were brilliant and we had much fun, but that’s it, I hope you understand.

-No, I don’t, - she was honest, - I cannot believe you are leaving me for some other hoe!!!

-Just let go, - Ten spoke, - we were never together.

He ended the call, deleting Giselle’s number from his contact list. The same time he received a photo from Xiao Dejun. Selfie with him and Anna tangled in bedsheets, text under the picture “she is all I wanted”.

Passing by your bedroom, Ten stopped.

-You are all I want, - he whispered and went to bed himself.

***

-Ten, I had to show you this, - Xiao Dejuns voice echoed through his earphones, Ten was re-watching the video he had received, one hand down his trousers. Anna walked over to Dejun, while he sat on the edge of the bed. Her hands was massaging Dejuns legs through his sweats, and she continued to bite her lip, while moaning sweet nothings.

Ten rested his head against the headboard, slowly attending to his member, Anna in the video, had just pulled down Dejuns trousers, licking on his penis at no time, her hand wrapped around the base. Her pretty lips wrapped around Dejuns cock, sucking on the head, then licking it up and down.

-She’s a naughty girl, -Xiao spoke to both, Anna and Ten to hear, - aren’t you?

She just nodded and continued to suck. Ten felt the wetness from his cock onto his hand and used it as a lubrication to continue his masturbation. Going up and down, a little harsher each time, stopping in between to see the video.

Anna was wiggling her butt while lying on her stomach, and Dejuns dick was seen in the picture, she got on her knees, spreading her ass cheeks, showing herself of. Seconds later Xiao had his dick spreading Annas lower lips, sliding in her opening a little by little.

-Ugh, it’s gonna be…- Xiao swallowed, - so… so tight…

He couldn’t even formulate a sentence, and Anna continued to tease him, wiggling her booty, allowing Xiao’s member to slide deeper and faster, until it turned into a proper pounding, which Anna gracefully received.

Ten felt his balls tighten, the orgasm was near, through his earphones he heard a noise of something crashing, getting out of the bed straight away, headphones and tablet on the bed, trousers up, he was ready to search for wherever the sound came from. Mentally kicking himself, it was hella hard to put his dick in his trousers when it was like this.

-Fuck, - he swore under his breath, going through the corridor, spotting the light from kitchen. You were on your knees, picking up pieces of smashed glass, until you saw a figure approaching, nearly jumping back.

Seeing it was Ten you quicky apologized.

-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, - you said, - It’s an accident.

Somehow for whatever reason, your eyes travelled from Ten’s face to his disheveled shirt and trousers, where it was as clear to see outline of his penis as it was to know you were an alien on this planet. It was long and hard, begging for attention. You looked away, continuing to “be looking” for some glass pieces that you could have left behind unnoticed.

Ten was just standing there not saying nothing. You disposed of the glass, he still said nothing. While washing your hands, his mother’s words came back to you – use your sex appeal and he will be at your feet no time.

Harder done than said, but all or nothing, you thought to yourself.

-You need help with that? – you asked, not turning around. Ten looked at you.

-What’s that? – he asked.

-Do you need help with that…? - you turned around to point to his lower body. Ten ached a brow, there must be a catch, were you referring to his dick or were you playing him?

He stepped closer.

-What do you mean? – he asked still moving closer, and the next thing you did, surprised your inner self as much as it surprised Ten.

You grabbed his penis through his trousers. Ten nearly choked, you were kicking yourself mentally. Shit. What now?

Looking him in the eye, you moved your hand on his length a couple of times, only to reach in his pants to stroke his naked member seconds later. Ten was used to his hands doing the job, and he had no problem finding a partner either, so why was this so weird?

-I want… - you started, - I want to make a deal.

-Mmmh? – Ten questioned, your hand stroking him ‘oh so well’, if you would continue, he sure would give you everything. You got down, pushing his trousers down as you went, not far enough to see his other dick.

-You could… - you were about to strike a deal while performing a blow job, this was just ��no’, if you would see yourself right now. Your lips licked his tip, Ten could have come right there, he waited patiently. Your mouth was wet and warm, Ten groaned from the sight and feeling, how your cave welcomed him, your tongue licking the sides of his dick, and then you started sucking. Pre cum tasted bitter on your tongue, but you managed to deepthroat him in no time, letting Ten control your movements a bit, holding on his hips, now using your mouth only. You stopped to breath in. – you could let me leave the house from time to time… for walks… maybe go to the shop… etc.?

Ten nodded. He definitely was not thinking straight.

You took one of his hands and put it at the back of your head, taking him back into your mouth, letting him finish. Ten’s hand grasped a handful of your hair as he fucked your mouth mercilessly, quiet moans (but still moans) left his mouth, until he stilled, hot liquid filled your throat and mouth, all you could do was swallow. Coming down from his high, Ten noticed how your nipples were pressing though the fabric of your pajama shirt, so you were enjoying it. His charms were working.

Ten didn’t let you say or do anything, pulling you up quickly, just to push you closer to living room where the sofa was. Not saying a word, he pulled your pants down together with your underwear. Staying on the floor, Ten made you sit on the sofa, spreading your legs opened for his hungry gaze. You sat back up to say something.

-Shh, - he whispered, - I won’t do anything to hurt you, let me take care of you, - you nodded. Kissing the inside of your thigh, he let you put your guard down and relax a bit. You hadn’t shaved, but he didn’t seem to care either. To test the waters, Ten slid his tongue through your pussy lips lapping up all the nectar that had gathered there, moaning at the taste, diving back in, grabbing onto your hip, pulling you to him. He watched you through his eyebrows. He looked hungry to say the least.

This was the first time someone performed oral sex on you. Your hand went down to play with Ten’s hair, but he grabbed it before you could reach him. He moved your fingers to your clitoris, pressing onto it, your nerves coming alive, his hand together with yours circling your nerve bundle, his tongue sliding in your vagina, with a couple more thrusts you came, a powerful orgasm (which you were sure had never reached before) making you close your eyes, as Ten still was licking you up and your bound hands continued assault on your clit. All of the sudden there was something else, a new sensation, your eyes shot opened straight away. Ten watched your reaction. One of his fingers was massaging the tight rim of your ass, his lips came back to latch onto your clitoris, the feeling nearly making you lunge forward. His finger was now the first knuckle deep between your butt cheeks.

It was as scary as it was exciting. Your body grew used to it, and then Ten would push his finger deeper, penetrating you slowly and then faster, stretching you out, your legs were near to giving up on you, your sticky substance providing Ten’s fingers with more lubrication. It went from one finger to two. Another orgasm going through you in vibrations, only then Ten let go of your clitoris, licking up last time, you shying away from his touch, as it was too much. His fingers were still in your other entrance moving in and out, your vagina convulsing around nothing.

There was a sound of silence. Only the clock announcing it’s 1AM. You looked at him, and Ten back at you. He smiled.

He freaking smiled!!!

Only then his other hand left your other entrance, now resting on your legs. His other hand was touching your hip tenderly. A long pause of silence in between the silence.

-I want you, - Ten spoke, - I want to do so much to you… and I won’t hide it. I want to fuck you so badly you won’t be able to walk for days…

You silenced him leaning in and smashing your lips onto his. Your hands holding on his shoulders, your tongue tasting yourself on his lips. The kiss was gentle, you were exploring each other’s mouths, Ten was standing up from the floor, taking you with him. Your legs around his lower back, as he carried you to his room.

This would be the first time he would make love to someone on his bed/ in his bedroom.

Once on top of the bed, Ten took of his sweats, revealing his other counterpart, your eyes widened. How was that even possible? Ten pulled up your shirt, throwing it somewhere kissing your chest with chaste kisses, sucking on your nipples for a short period of time, discarding his own shirt next. His body was lean, no abs, but inviting, with a tattoo decorating his chest and you licked it, swirling your tongue around his left nipple.

He laid you down, disposing of whatever was left on his bed, and it landed with a thud, his body finding it’s way between your legs, a trail of kisses left all over your body, your hands in his hair, no restrictions this time.

Ten reached your lips, an eye contact was made, and he whispered.

-Which one? – you didn’t understand at first, but he grabbed your wrist, and you were soon touching his cocks. – this one?

He let you touch it briefly before moving onto his other dick.

-Or perhaps this one? – the same pattern of you touching him happened again, and you were confused. It was clear that one of them was thicker, but the other was longer, and you didn’t know which one to choose. Ten kissed your lips seeing your hesitation. – are you worried?

He asked, and you nodded. The stretch will definitely hurt, you were sure of it, so you chose randomly. Little did you know, that the one you chose was the longer one. Ten fondled with your breasts, while kissing you, slowly moving his hand down, to position himself at your entrance. He was holding his breath when he slid inside an inch, and you gasped at the intrusion, spreading your legs to make more room, he looked down, pushing in a bit more then looking up at your scrunched face.

-Just a bit more, - he said quietly, tenderly stroking your hips and your waist, your sides and back down, sliding in a bit more every time. Kisses reached your lips again, he tasted blood from them, it was clear that he had hurt you a bit, but he would make up to it.

-I am going to move now, - he spoke softly, you nodded. Ten pulled out almost all the way just to thrust back in, earning a whelp from you, shallow thrusts were changed for deeper ones, as he studied your features and body language to what you enjoyed more. Once he discovered that longer/deeper thrusts make you arch your back from the bed, he would suck on your nipples and penetrate you like that just to hear the volume of your moans. Your body was like a violin he enjoyed playing.

Ten felt the pressure coming in slow waves of pleasure, he needs you to come first, your hands leaving scratch marks on his back as a proof, that you needed the orgasm as much as he does. He changed the tempo. Shallow thrusts, faster tempo, quick kisses on your lips, quiet whispers in your ears.

-Will you come for me, - he questioned, you could not answer with words, so you nodded.

-More, - you whispered, - more Ten, give me more…

Wet squelching sounds echoed in the room, your essence dripping on the sheets, thrust after a thrust, Ten was providing you generously, his hand coming between your bodies to give you that one last push, when he circled your clit, your core clenched furiously straight away, and you screamed, reaching your high, grabbing onto Ten.

His thrusts became faster only to go slower when he came after you, your core milking him for all he’s worth, his cum dripping from your entrance. Pulling out he leaned in.

-Hold on for me a bit more, - a quiet whisper reached you. His other cock was being pushed inside of you as you nearly cried out. It stretched you a lot more than the first one. You had never felt fuller of something, like in that moment.

Your muscles kept on clenching around his other member, the sliding in and out was making your head spin, you felt like you were about to burst.

-Ten…. Ten… - his name was the only thing on your lips, - Ten… I can’t….

You begged.

Your erratic moans and pained whispers were edging Ten towards another orgasm of his own. He kissed you as he stilled inside you and came, quickly rushing his thrusts to not to hurt you, when your body started to convulse again, trapping Ten’s cock in a vice like grip, Ten thrusted forcefully a couple more times, and when the pressure felt too much, he pulled out only to witness a clear fluid squirt on his lower abdomen, your body going limp in the process.

He placed you on the pillows carefully, cleaned you up, got a glass of juice, waking you up with soft touches.

-Hey, - he greeted giving you a sip.

-Hi, - you said back.

-How are you feeling? – Ten asked, you reached for him and kissed his lips. – I see.

He giggled, earning a laugh from you, he looked at you again, kissing your lips.

-About your request about going out… - he started, - you think after this you are leaving the bed?

You smacked his shoulder playfully.

-Come here, - he smiled pulling you closer to him. Maybe staying on this planet won’t be as bad as you thought it will be. - DYVLONY is now home… will you stay with me?

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angelswithcigarettes · 4 years ago

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[If you know me - you don’t]

“Let me be your first(s)”

Summary: The many "firsts" Spencer shares with Morgan.

Warnings: Sexual Content

Relevant Tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut, Drinking

Pairing: Derek Morgan/ Spencer Reid

Word Count: 5538

Chapters: 4/4

First Chapter:

"Happy Birthday baby boy." Morgan places a coffee cup on Spencer's desk, a "23" scribbled on with a marker.

"How did you-"

"C'mon you really think I would forget your first birthday with us?"

"Well I never-"

"Garcia has every birthday on the team marked in her computer one day prior it will send out a notification and she told me."

"Oh." Embarrassed Spencer looks down.

"Hey none of that, no hiding your beautiful face today." With two fingers under his chin he makes him look into his eyes. "We are going to have some fun tonight." Confused Spencer avoids Morgan's eyes. He still hasn't gotten used to him always flirting and touching people and he had a conversation with JJ about it who said it's just who he is and that he would stop if Spencer would ask him to.

"What do you mean?"

"You ever been to a strip club?"

"Wha-No!" His voice cracks slightly in astonishment over the question. "No."

"Today will be a lucky day."

"I don't-"

"Nah, the night is on me just the two of us having a little fun with some ladies."

"I appreciate the gesture but that is really not my thing-"

"You are not getting out of this." He gave in in frustration over the day when he realizes that no one else had remember his birthday and if Morgan really had thought this was a good present he also didn't want to seem ungrateful. "That's what you are wearing?" He asks sceptical looking down at Spencer.

"I mean yeah-"

"No. No. Go change and don't dare to come out with a tie again." When he did he was wearing a red yellow striped T-shirt under a black vest tugged into a black Jean's and that is probably the best it will get Morgan thought. "You ready?"

"It's not like I have never seen stripper before you know? I am from Vegas I just never went into a strip club with the purpose of watching half nacked women."

"We can go to a male one if that's what you prefer." Morgan jokes having one arm around Spencer's neck.

"No-no the women one is fine."

"Alright." The first humiliation starts at the entrance when the bouncer asks Morgan why he thinks it's a good idea to drag his fourteen year old cousin with him into a strip club. "Well Dr. Spencer Reid here is going to celebrate his birthday." He says while Spencer shyly holds up his ID.

"Right" Not in the mood to argue with them he let's them through and they are met with the loud music and crowd of a Friday night.

"Let's get you something to drink."

"I don't drink."

"You do tonight pretty boy." They stand at the bar for a moment and Morgan can see the hesitation before Spencer drinks so he stops him. "You don't have to drink. I am sorry."

"No I just- I never drank alcohol before. I don't know what- you know what it is like."

"Do you want to try it tonight?"

"I am not sure."

"I will look out for you nothing will happen. I won't drink enough that I can't okay?"

"Yeah" Only now Spencer dares to take a sip and then screws his face making Morgan laugh and take the glass out of his hands.

"We will try something sweet first." After another shot and half a cocktail that seemed to have enough sugar in it to satisfy Reid they go over to a table and Spencer is uncomfortable playing with the money in his pocket that Morgan put in there.

He had seen all these men do it, just taking the bill and paying the stripper with it and it looks so easy on them but Spencer can't bring himself to do it and instead looks to the ground, his feet shoving over the ground until a blue Highheels came into his sight and he looked up to a women placing a hand on his shoulder.

"You look like a sweet boy,what's your name?"

"Spencer" Her hand grabs his chin and he takes his hands out of his pockets placing them on his legs. The cold of her rings meets his neck as her other hand touches him and he can feel a cold shower running down his back. "I am sorry. I don't- They are nine female stripper for every one Male stripper. I don't know why I said that." She chuckles ones and tugs a strain behind his ear and then she let's her hand guide over his chest and moves back again turning around ones and winking at Morgan and the moment she had stopped touching him Spencer felt wrong in this place again and it didn't take long to Morgan to realise that something is wrong with him.

"Thank you beautiful." He hands her a decent amount of money and then squads down in front of Spencer his hands grabbing Spencer's knees. "Look at me. Eyes on me." Spencer did thankful to find something he can look at without feeling bad or like he is staring. "What do you say we change to a normal bar?"

"Please I don't like it here."

"Alright come on pretty boy."

Spencer got suspicious when Morgan gave an address to the taxi driver that is a little bit out of the city when they could have just went into a bar across the street but chose to stay quiet until he can feel the tears in his eyes, caused by unsettling feeling in his stomach and the fear of were they are going.

He hardly knows Morgan, they only have spend four months on cases together and he didn't expect to be drinking and now Morgan wants to take him to a bar, he never went to a bar before to drink, only with the whole team and he had left with Gideon shortly after drinking one glass of Sprite.

Morgan doesn't notice him spiraling, he is to focused on his phone were he is in contact with JJ who is over at Hotch's house, waiting for them to arrive. Spencer had off handedly mention to her that he didn't have a real birthday party since he was seven.

The team doesn't know it was because his father would want to integrate his son into the neighborhood and would throw him those parties and he had loved it but when he left his mom didn't think much about this society standard and left it with a special breakfast and a new book. If she was healthy enough.

He only notices when they are standing infront of Hotch's house and he pays the driver and walks around the house but realizes Reid doesn't follow him.

And on a second thought he knows why,the house that already is held in dark colours doesn't have one light shining out the windows and he had told Spencer they would go to a bar. Not this. With a sympathetic smile he opens his door. "Spencer?"

"This isn't a bar."

"No" He realizes how afraid Spencer must be when he catches him, for a short second, flinching with his hand trying to get his gun and then remembers he isn't carrying it. "I am sorry, it's a surprise we have with the team. We are at Hotch's" Spencer hesitates, having himself so worked up in the worry that he isn't sure that he isn't lying. "That's his car, and that's JJ's and if you look through the windshield you will see Gideon's car."

Ashamed Spencer gets out but Morgan doesn't judge him and instead lifts his head by his chin taking his palm and wiping the tears away. "These have to go and you need your acting skills to at least look a little bit surprised."

"I am sorry."

"No,don't be. I rather live with the knowledge that you are careful when it comes to stuff like this than having you walk in some dark house with some strange."

"You are not a stranger." Morgan huffs ones and then let's Spencer calm down before walking in front of him into the house, before the lights turn on and the team is standing there,a cake and presents on the table, garlands and balloons hanging from the ceiling.

A little bit overwhelming Spencer plays with his watch and then smiles when they finished the song and they take notice of his troubles, and take their voices down a little bit, being less rushing and taking their time in between congratulating him.

It has it's perk working with profilers.

Shortly the alcohol gets out and they start drinking and Gideon eyes Spencer questioning but Morgan steps in, having his hands on Spencer's shoulder and assuring him that he will keep his promise and look out for him.

Spencer doesn't get drunk maybe strongly typsi and Morgan walks him up to his apartment. "How do you feel?"

"Dizzy,its not what I thought it would be."

"You won't have to do it again if you don't like." Morgan takes the couch that night after Spencer falls asleep, not appreciating how dizzy he feels ones he tries closing his eyes. If he threw up in the middle of the night,Morgan wouldn't tell the others.

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Stupid For You, Chapter 9 (Crygi, Jankie) - Metaluna

Chapter summary: After the day from Hell, Crystal and Gigi have an important conversation.

Being a happy person is something that Crystal prided herself in. No matter what, she always tried to have a positive outlook on life, even when Ryan was bad to her, or when her parents weren’t around. She could always look on the bright side of life.

That was until she and Gigi fought. She’d never felt such negativity in her eighteen years. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, Brita’s party happened, which led to Vomitgate. Vomitgate was singlehandedly the worst thing that had ever happened to her social life. Now, she couldn’t go to work without someone whispering about her in the breakroom. Everywhere she went, someone was there to make her feel embarrassed, usually people she didn’t even know.

While she sat in the breakroom, she saw a girl that Gigi worked with, whose name she thought to be Dahlia, whispering to some girl Crystal didn’t recognize. The moment Crystal looked in their direction, the other girl shushed Dahlia and they both laughed.

Finally she had enough.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Crystal demanded.

“Excuse me?” the girl asked coolly.

“I know you and everyone else in this fucking park is talking shit about me.”

Dahlia rolled her eyes. “We’ve got good reason to.”

“Are you kidding? You can’t tell me you haven’t been messy at some point. In fact, I’ve heard stories. I know you’re messy.”

Dahlia sat dumbfounded as Crystal turned her back.

“Hey, girl,” Heidi said as she sat across from Crystal.

Crystal grunted in acknowledgement.

“Don’t pay attention to them.”

“What’s wrong with them?” Crystal whined.

“I don’t know. I know for a fact Miss Dahlia over there definitely got sick at my party and completely missed the toilet,” Heidi said staring at Dahlia, making sure she’d heard every word.

As Crystal lay her head on the table, groaning dramatically, she felt her phone buzz.

Gigi.

Heidi saw the shock on Crystal’s face. “It’s not your boyfriend, is it?”

She shook her head. “Gigi.”

Raising an eyebrow, Heidi said, “Oh, shit. What’s it say?”

Crystal read the text aloud to Heidi.

Hey. I know youve been going through it, and that really sucks. Id like to talk things through if youre down

Crystal’s thumbs couldn’t move fast enough.

oh my god its so good to hear from you. yea things have been Awful… i definitely wanna talk when are you free??

“She wants to talk about things,” Crystal said to Heidi, as she feverishly tapped her fingers on the table anxiously awaiting Gigi’s response.

Okay awesome! Im soft closing tonight, so Im off at 8. Games is off at 8 at the latest right? Meet me at the ferris wheel.

“Wait, why does she want to meet at the Ferris wheel?” Crystal asked, looking up from her phone to Heidi.

“The grand tradition,” Heidi said dramatically. “Anytime there’s any grief with two people at the Isle, you take a ride on the Ferris wheel to talk it out. Mainly because the two of you are stuck together, so you either sit awkwardly or talk through your shit.”

“That’s… weird. Okay.”

Crystal quickly typed up a response..

ill be there!!!!

Crystal felt relieved. Things were finally turning around. Or so she’d hoped.

Later on, Crystal’s shift at the ring toss game was interrupted by a middle-aged mother’s tirade at not winning a single time. “Can’t I just buy the prize?”

Normally Crystal was sympathetic, but considering it was the third time that day and she was already having a terrible day, her responses were short, much like her temper. “No. You have to win the game.”

“You’re ruining my little Lucy’s day!” the woman motioned to her little devil spawn.

“Sorry,” Crystal mumbled.

“I know you probably don’t give a fuck and probably don’t even want to be here, but you’re literally ruining our vacation! We paid good money to be here and now I can’t even win this fucking game? Are you serious?”

Crystal shrugged as she accidentally let out the yawn she was holding in.

“Young lady, you are being extremely rude!”

“I can call my supervisor if you want,” Crystal offered, taking the radio off her belt.

“No. I’m going straight to guest relations.”

“It’s to your left as you leave the park.”

Just as the woman turned to leave, the woman turned around and spat in Crystal’s face. At first, Crystal was in such a state of shock she didn’t realize what happened. By the time she processed it, she let out a scream.

Thankfully, Widow stopped the woman from leaving as Ben called Brooke who came out to handle the situation almost instantly. Before long, there were two security guards who came to escort the angry woman and her child out of the park.

Just as on her first day, Brooke comforted Crystal. “Are you okay, honey?”

Hot tears ran down Crystal’s face as she shook her head. “No.”

“Let’s get you out of here.”

Brooke led Crystal back into the money room. As Brooke gave Crystal a bottle of water, the floodgates opened. Every single negative emotion Crystal had been feeling the past couple of months rose to the surface. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d cried this hard.

“Let it out, honey,” Brooke rubbed Crystal’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” Crystal apologized. “I’m sorry you’re stuck taking care of me again.”

Brooke smiled compassionately. “I like taking care of you all. It’s kind of why I do this.”

Crystal wiped her eyes. “Really?”

She nodded and hesitated before she continued. “I feel like there’s something else going on. Being spat on is disgusting, but I feel like just from what I’ve seen with you interacting with guests and just in general, you aren’t yourself right now, are you?”

This only made Crystal cry harder.

“Deep breaths. Talk to me.”

Once she caught her breath, Crystal told Brooke everything. Starting from her fight with Gigi, ending with Vomitgate, she put everything on the table.

“Vomit…gate?” Brooke questioned. “Okay. Well. That’s terrible. I’m sorry your peers are being so immature. I can try to say someth–”

“No!” Crystal shouted. “Sorry… I mean… that’s not necessary.”

“Don’t worry about it. Also, Crystal, every season I feel like there’s a new host who just has the worst luck with guests, and it’s always the gentlest souls, too. I’m sorry to say that it’s you this season.”

“Oh fucking great,” Crystal muttered. “Sorry.”

“I don’t fucking care if you swear,” Brooke said laughing. “But, because that woman did spit on you, which is considered as an act of violence. So, I’m going to need to take you to HR and you’re going to have to file a report.”

Brooke immediately saw the panic on Crystal’s face.

“You aren’t in trouble, not by any means, Crystal. It’s just to make sure that this is on record. Do you want to press charges?”

Immediately, Crystal shook her head. “No. That’s okay.”

“Are you sure?”

Crystal nodded.

Once Crystal managed to stop crying, Brooke grabbed a Kleenex to fix Crystal’s makeup, and led them to the HR building. Crystal hadn’t been to the HR building since orientation on her first day.

Brooke led her into the room where park orientation was held. Instead of there being rows of chairs, there was a table with two office chairs on either side. A woman who looked like she shopped exclusively in the clearance section of TJ Maxx with a tall stack of papers in front of her was sitting on one side.

“Do you want me to stay?” Brooke offered.

“Yes, please,” Crystal whispered as she sat across from the woman.

“You must be Crystal,” the woman began. “I’m Monique. Please, sit.”

Crystal pursed her lips and didn’t say anything. Brooke, who was sitting next to her rubbed her back in reassurance. “Yes.”

“Do you want to tell me what happened today?”

No. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Okay. Start from the beginning. I’m just going to write what you say, okay?”

Crystal nodded. “So… I was at the game–”

“Which game?” Monique interrupted. “Sorry. You have to be as thorough as possible.”

“It’s okay. I was at the ring toss game today at like 2:30. This woman and her kid come up to play, and they lose, and she gets pi–…. Mad at me and starts yelling at me like the guests normally do. Maybe I could have been a little bit warmer with my responses… Whatever. Anyway. I asked if she wanted to talk to Brooke, and she said no, she’s going to HR. I told them where it was, since it’s kind of hidden, you know? I think she thought I was being cocky or something. Next thing I know, she spits in my face.”

“What do you mean, could have been warmer in your responses?”

Crystal sighed. “I don’t know. I was nice to her like I always am. But usually I listen more? I don’t know.”

“Did you say anything with malicious intent?”

“ What? No! I just… kind of wasn’t super into my responses.”

“What do you mean ‘into’?”

“I just kinda was monotone with it, I guess? Which, like, I know isn’t good, but I had a bad day and–” Crystal cut herself off as she felt tears forming. Brooke noticed immediately as she slipped her a Kleenex.

“We strive for excellent guest service here.”

“I know,” Crystal whined. “I just…”

“I think that she’s given you more than enough details, Ms. Hart,” Brooke said.

“Okay, okay. Can I just have you write everything you just told me?” She slid Crystal the stack of papers.

The sheer amount of paperwork was massive. There were so many spots to initial and sign that by the time she got to writing her statement, she felt like she couldn’t write anymore.

Monique rose. “I’ll leave you two to it. Just leave the statement when you’re done.”

“Crystal, hey, you’re okay. It’s okay. It’s a lot, but just write everything that happened. You don’t have to say that you weren’t as nice as you could be. I’m sure you were kind like you always are. Just write it as detailed as you can, okay?” Brooke’s tone comforted Crystal as she began to write.

By the time Crystal finished writing her statement, she’d filled nearly all the lines on the paper. After signing her name one last time, she dramatically threw the pen down and stretched.

“Can we go back yet?” Crystal asked.

“Not quite yet,” Brooke said as she led Crystal to the back of the HR building.

“Why not?” she whined.

Wordlessly, Brooke led Crystal into a room she had to scan her badge to enter. The lights flickered a few times before coming in to reveal a breakroom that looked like it hadn’t been renovated since the park opened back in the eighties.

“You, my dear, need some ice cream.” Brooke went to the freezer and pulled out one of the overpriced ice cream bars that were sold to guests, which Crystal gratefully took.

“You’re the best,” Crystal said as she took a bite.

When she made it back to her game booth, Crystal was convinced her day was going to be better. If nothing else, she got to take a break for an hour and eat ice cream. It was going to be a good rest of the day, or so she thought.

On her second break, Crystal went into the restroom. As she locked the stall door, she heard a group enter. It was at least three people judging by the voices she could hear.

“Anyway yeah,” one of the voices began. “Gigi’s gotta hate her by this point. Those were some nice ass shoes she was wearing.”

“I thought they already hated each other? They never are with each other anymore. They were together so much,” a second voice said.

A third voice spoke up. “Yeah it was weird as fuck they were together so much you’d think they were dating or something.”

“I don’t know,” the second voice continued. “Either way, I’m glad Gigi’s not friends with her anymore. She’s annoying as fuck.”

“Right? The bitch doesn’t stop crying ever.” the first voice agreed. “Plus what’s up with her makeup? Sweetheart, the circus isn’t in town until next month.”

The other two laughed.

Of course her day wasn’t going to improve. Why would it? She knew that she shouldn’t let people’s words get to her. Crystal was used to being picked on for being eccentric. But with the day she’d already had, Crystal had enough.

Crystal forcefully slammed the stall door open. She didn’t even know the three girls, but vaguely recognized them as being in Dahlia’s gang. They were all standing in front of the sink fixing their makeup and hair. Crystal body checked one of the girls to get to the sink.

“What do you think you’re doing?” the girl jeered.

“Really? You’re going to talk all that shit about me and not even get the fuck out of my way? Next time you’ve got some shit to say, say it to my face, you cowards.”

When she got back from her break, she was visibly shaken. When Brooke made her rounds to check on everyone, she noticed just how upset Crystal looked. “Are you okay?”

Crystal shook her head.

“Today’s just not your day, is it, honey?”

“Nope.”

“Well,” Brooke began. “We’re overstaffed right now. Do you want to go home?”

This was music to Crystal’s ears. “Absolutely.”

“Go clock out. I’ll take care of it.”

In Crystal’s relief of leaving the hellhole that was work, she forgot all about meeting Gigi.

Gigi checked the time on her phone. It was 8:10. Five more minutes. She’d wait five minutes to see if Crystal would show. Gigi decided to not text Crystal, and decided that if she wanted to show up, she’d be there.

Five more minutes passed. As Gigi looked around The Boardwalk, there was no bright red hair to be seen. Maybe she just got held up. Gigi decided to give it another ten minutes, before giving up and defeatedly walking back to her Jeep.

Fuck you, Crystal.

Later that night, Gigi laid on her bed staring up at the ceiling wondering how she could let Crystal play with her emotions so much.

Just as she was about to wallow in her self-pity some more, her phone buzzed, notifying her that Jan was calling on Facetime.

“Hey, gorg!” Jan greeted, as she was lying in bed with Jackie.

“Hey guys,” Gigi said glumly.

“How’d it go?” Jackie asked.

“It… didn’t.”

Jan’s eyes widened. “She didn’t show up?”

Gigi shook her head as she felt herself starting to cry. “I’m so stupid.”

“Listen here, Gigi,” Jan began. “You are not stupid.”

“Did you text her?” Jackie asked.

“No, because I figured that if she really wanted to see me, I shouldn’t have to remind her,” Gigi explained. “But why do you think she didn’t want to see me?”

“I don’t know, Gigi,” Jan said. “Who knows what’s going on in that weird little brain of hers.”

Gigi plopped face down on her pillow as she screeched. “Fuck her. If she doesn’t want to talk to me, then it’s her loss. I don’t even care anymore.”

“You have to do what’s best for you,” Jackie said.

An alert informed Gigi she got a text. From Crystal.

“Fuck. It’s her,” Gigi squeaked.

“What did you say about not caring anymore?” Jan teased.

oh my god gigi i am so sorry you have no idea holy shit i had the worst day of my life. someone spit on me and i had to file a report and then these girls were talking about me and literally everything was terrible today to the point that my supervisor let me go home early and i came home and i fell right asleep and i just woke up like ten minutes ago and i feel terrible and you probably don’t want ot talk to me but oh my god gigi please im so sorry please please please talk to me

Gigi went back to the call as she reread the text. “And the impressive part is there was not a single punctuation mark in that entire text, and only one typo.”

“Wow,” Jackie said. “What are you going to do?”

“What should I do?”

Jan shrugged. “What do you think feels right?”

“I really still lo… like her a lot. As a friend,” Gigi managed ro recover smoothly. “I don’t really want to ruin that.”

“Then tell her that,” Jan suggested.

Gigi carefully composed her response.

Wow that sounds…. terrible. Im really sorry that happened to you :(( I’m definitely still down to talk. Same place and time tomorrow?

Crystal texted back immediately.

ill be there.

After Jan hung up, she rested her head on Jackie.

“We’re good friends,” she said confidently.

“We are,” Jackie said as she kissed Jan’s cheek.

“I feel bad for them though.”

“I do too,” Jackie agreed.

“This feel selfish to say,” Jan began, “but even though they’re having a bad time, this is probably one of the best summers I’ve had in a while.”

Jackie smiled. “Do I have anything to do with that?”

“Baby, you have everything to do with it.” Jan snuggled closer to Jackie.

“Hey, Jan?” Jackie began nervously.

“Yes, Jackie?”

“I have to talk to you about something.”

Immediately, tears began to well in Jan’s eyes. “Do you not want to do this anymore?”

“What? No!”

“Then what?” Jan was near hysterics.

“Jan… This has been the best summer I’ve had in a while, too. And you’re the reason for that. Every second we spend together is the happiest I’ve been in a very long time. I spent so much time in high school planning the next step, but when I’m with you I live in the moment. I stop worrying.”

Jan didn’t say anything, so Jackie continued. “I know that we had a rocky start, and every day I regret that. I just want you to know that I’m ready.”

Jan looked up at Jackie. “Ready for what?”

Jackie was fairly certain that Jan knew exactly what Jackie meant. “Jan. I’m asking you to be my girlfriend.”

Jan remained silent.

“Jan?”

“Shh…” Jan closed her eyes and raised her hand in front of Jackie’s face.

Jackie raised an eyebrow. “Did you just shush me?”

“I want to remember this.”

“Remember… what?”

“I want to remember the second I became your girlfriend,” Jan said smiling.

“God, you’re dramatic, honey,” Jackie said rolling her eyes.

“You love it,” Jan teased.

The next day at work, Gigi couldn’t focus on anything. She desperately wanted for her shift to be over so that things could be right again.

Luckily for her, the park was busy since it was a weekend, and it had rained all day, so guests were taking shelter in the store which kept her busy. Gigi couldn’t sell overpriced plastic ponchos fast enough. She was so focused on meeting Crystal that a woman yelling at her for how cheaply made the ponchos were didn’t even register.

When it was time for Gigi to clock out, she couldn’t run fast enough. Quickly, she changed into whatever t-shirt and shorts she had in her work bag before making her way to The Boardwalk.

Gigi was surprised that she beat Crystal there, considering Crystal worked right next to the Ferris wheel. She tried to not think about it too much as she took a seat on a nearby bench. To pass the time, she anxiously bounced her knee up and down as she scrolled through social media. After what seemed like hours, she finally saw Crystal approach her.

Since it had just stopped raining and the outdoor rides had just started running again, there was no wait. As they stepped on the platform, Crystal said, “After you, my love.”

Gigi took a deep breath as she sat on the damp cabin of the Ferris wheel. Before Gigi could even fully sit down, words poured out of Crystal’s mouth so quickly she barely understood what she was saying.

“Gigi, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your shoes… I know they were your favorite. I’m so embarrassed.”

“They’re just a pair of shoes, Crystal. Don’t worry about it.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Also, I’m really sorry that people are giving you such a hard time about it. Don’t listen to Dahlia or her little clique. They think they’re hot shit but everyone in Sales hates them. Even Jan won’t talk to them.”

“Damn. They must be bad considering that Jan would talk to a wall… Anyway, thanks Gigi. I’ll try. I don’t know what their problem is.”

Gigi shrugged and repeated, “Like I said, they think they’re hot shit.”

The two girls sat in an awkward silence as Gigi tapped her fingers against her thigh. Gigi hoped to God that Crystal would speak up before she did.

“About National Roller Coaster Day…” Crystal began. “Me going with Widow and Heidi instead of you guys wasn’t because I wanted to hurt your guys’ feelings or didn’t want to hang out with you. I miss you guys a lot. Anyway, I legitimately had no plans of going because Ryan was being needy. But, Widow showed up on my doorstep sobbing since her boyfriend broke up with her. I asked if going to the after-hours thing would cheer her up and she said it would. I made up some dumb excuse to Ryan and went with Widow and met up with Heidi. I was thinking about texting Jan that but I felt like it’d be weird to text her that, and I figured we wouldn’t run into each other, anyway.”

“And then we did.”

“And then we did,” Crystal sighed. “Gigi, please know there was no malicious intent with that one. I miss spending time with you.”

Gigi also sighed. “I miss our car rides.”

“No one else I know will listen to me sing One Direction the way you do.”

“I miss your coffee-making abilities,” Gigi admitted.

“We had some great times earlier in the season. But I had to go and ruin it. All of it.” Gigi didn’t say anything and let Crystal continue. “I should have never used any of what you told me against you. I don’t know why I did it.”

“You were pissed and said whatever came into your mind.”

Crystal sighed. “It’s still no excuse. I said some awful shit.”

“You did. I probably shouldn’t have insulted your boyfriend,” Gigi admitted.

Crystal sighed as tears formed in her eyes. “It’s… complicated.”

“I can’t even imagine,” Gigi said sympathetically as she looked at Crystal’s arm that had a bruise identical to the one Gigi found. “I know that you didn’t mean it. We all say stupid shit when we’re upset about stuff. Crystal, you don’t have a mean bone in your body. I hate seeing you this sad.”

“I feel like I’m such a bad person,” Crystal said, wiping her eyes.

“My mom told me this a while ago and it stuck. Crystal, bad people don’t think they’re bad people, and they sure as hell don’t try to become better people.”

“Your mom’s a smart lady.”

“She’s been through hell and back, that’s for sure.”

As the conversation dipped into another lull, the Ferris wheel reached the top. Admiring the cotton candy sky, Gigi thought long and hard about what she wanted to say next. She decided if she and Crystal were going to make their friendship work, everything had to be on the table.

Well, maybe not everything. Crystal didn’t have to know she was in love with her. But, Gigi figured Crystal should at least know the part of her she was hiding.

Slowly, the Ferris wheel reached the platform, and before Gigi could speak up, Crystal stepped out and held out her hand to help Gigi get out.

Shit.

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #crystal methyd #jackie cox #jaida essence hall #jan sport #nicky doll #crygi #jankie #jaida x nicky #lesbian au #slow burn #stupid for you #metaluna #s12

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[ Below is a transcript of an RP between @askanarky and ol’ Jonny boy, involving Anarky’s breakout and aftermath. WIth special guest @riddlesandqueries and @echoandquery

Trigger warnings: Adolescent Homelessness, swearing. ]

Fuck. Shit. God dammit. Fuck, Lonnie swears to himself, couldn’t stay hidden for two days, could he?

Here he is, leaning against the wall of the dentist’s-office-turned-failed-comedy-club-turned-pirate-radio-station-slash-hideout he’d been spending the day at. Beside him’s a wooden baseball bat, blood-red paint dripping down the business end, three posters, and an overfilled olive drab backpack absolutely covered in patches and safety pins. In his hands, a box of old clothes and records.

Bitterly, Lonnie wonders how much weight he’d lost. Six and a half months was a lot longer- or maybe shorter?- than he’d fully realized.

God, why’s he even humoring the old man? Ten bucks and he could already be gone. He’d find another shitty landlord to blackmail for an equally shitty studio apartment, and life’d go on like he never left.

...But then again, that wasn’t him. And plus, he owes Jon a lot and did kinda call him ‘dad,' and plus, he couldn’t feasibly cut him out entirely unless he left Gotham for good, and why would he do that, he’s got work to continue-

”Fuck.” Lonnie mutters under his breath, shifting his weight to his other leg.

"Fuck." Jon mutters, pulling his coat in tighter. He doesn't know jack shit about hijacked radio towers, and while his car is an unremarkable, beat-up old junker that he's had for years - it runs fine, there's no noises or weird smells, but the body has seen better days - why run into a headache with traffic, gas mileage, potentially being seen at an intersection with a recently escaped convict...?

'Course, nothing could hide how tall he is. And god damn it, it's April, it's supposed to be warm....

Jonathan mutters against the cold in vague irritation, gravitating towards the next set of charity drop-off boxes in vain hopes of actually tracking down the runt. Jesus, he should've asked for directions. At least he's in good shape.

"Me an' my motherfuckin' ide--" Pause. Squint, at someone who fits the stature in a beat up black hoodie, with a box.

"....Kid?"

The good thing about oversized hoodies is that, if you’re drowning in them enough, it can almost conceal how high you jump when something calls an epithet that can apply to you. Immediately, Lonnie crouches to quickly, but gently place his box down and grab his baseball bat in his place, then raises himself up into half of a batter’s stance at the source of the-

Wait. Tall man, absolutely orange hair, in a thrift-store jacket and blue jeans. Of fucking course.

”Jesus Christ,” he half-mouths. He lets his stance relax and his arms hang limply down in an exaggerated 'I-don’t-wanna-be-here' stance. “‘Ay.” Lonnie’s stage voice is remarkable, if a bit higher than his normal growl.

Jonathan grins, a bit, despite himself. Baseball bat? Good lad.

He lifts a hand in a wave, chuckling. "Nice to see you ain't without means, boy." Jon murmurs, nodding at the weapon. "Half kickin' myself I didn't get directions when abouts I could, I been walking around back alleys all afternoon."

"Legs could use a break, and I saw a beaten-down dive up the block some, folks don't glance at your face even when you're ordering in places like that. You wanna coffee or somethin' before we ship out?"

“....” Lonnie turns away for half a second, letting a puff of air escape his clenched teeth. “Hey, you said you didn’t need them.”

Hypocritical, coming from him. He’s at least trying to be a little friendly, through the obvious voice crack and the constantly-correcting tone. “...Fine, I guess? I mean, I’ve got what...” He backs away and unzips the front pocket of the backpack on the ground. A cheap leather wallet spills out (along with six separate embroidered circle-As in various shades of crimson.) He unfolds it and squints between the pockets, “....twelve...? Dollars on me? That’s enough for, like, a sandwich.”

"Come off it kid, I got paid yesterday, you ain't gotta spend what little you got on a sandwich. Save it, s'good to have bus money." And with that Jon turns, and waves Lonnie follow him. Tall as he is, he's long ago adopted a sort of ambling gait to make it easier for other people to keep up with his long stride.

The diner is, as estimated, utterly apathetic to the arrival of both Jonathan and Lonnie, save for the motions of seating them both. No odd looks are given to Lonnie's box of things, nor -- if he brought it along -- his bat. He was half-heartedly offered the opportunity to drop it in the umbrella rack, if he wanted to.

Jon takes a booth with a high back, and turns his attention toward the menu.

Lonnie, in fact, does put his baseball bat in the umbrella rack (only in Gotham,) and swings himself up onto the booth, squishing himself into the corner and placing his box under the table. His backpack’s placed right beside him.

He’s already small- especially compared to Jonathan- but he seems determined to make himself even smaller. Lonnie hunches over the table and scrutinizes the menu with one exposed eye, rapping his free hand on the table. Jonathan receives the occasional upwards glance from him.

Coffee. And a sandwich. Jon picks both, mentally placing his order, and sets the menu down.

"...After we order, I got some things to ask, arright?" He murmurs, keeping his voice low; the staff might not care, but patrons could. Best keep mumbly.

"Dinner's on me whatever you got to say, upfront. Ain't contingent on you givin' me answers you think I'm gonna wanna hear."

(The waitress does drift by, uninterested and unimpressed, to take their orders.)

Watching the waitress approach means Lonnie didn’t have the space to answer Jon in full; Instead, he flashes a thumbs up his way.

BLT, cherry Coke. Lonnie deserved something sweet, he thought. His menu comes down after Jon’s, and he doesn’t fully turn to place his order. He does, however, have the common sense for manners; “I’d like an egg BLT and a cherry Coke, please.”

"And I'd like a tuna sub and a black coffee, please, miss. Thank you kindly."

Their orders are noted down, and she drifts on to her next engagement - and Jon leans on the table, looking Lonnie over. Where to start. "....You got a place to stay?"

“I’ll get one.” Lonnie murmurs, implying that the answer’s actually no. “Old landlord probably won’t let me back in, not like I was actually paying for my old apartment anyway...” He murmurs as he passes the saltshaker between his hands. "...Right." Jonathan says, nodding slowly. "...If you need a place to crash a li'l while while you work him over, y'know - I got a guest room. Ain't got much more than a bed and a couple boxes and a desk, but it's dry an' the door locks." "...And like, if puttin' out on your own for a place don't work, I don't mind if you stay, right?" .... Hm. The saltshaker rests in his left hand.

“...You’re serious? C’mon, your job’s probably already batter-fried as is, if anyone finds out-”

Lonnie doesn’t trail off, per se, more than he just lets his throat close a little. “...Really? You really don’t-“

He’d be an absolute idiot to decline, but there had to be some kind of catch - ? - but Jon’s not that much of a jerkass.... "Kid, much as I'm sure you could find someone whose arm you could twist for a place, it don't sit right with me to just leave you in an alley to do that. I got the room, and - well, Arkham can just deal." Jonathan’s tone is flat.

"What they don't know ain't gonna hurt my career." Lonnie puts a fist to his rapidly-splitting mouth and exhales sharply. “‘Guess that is true,” he answers, then shakes two fingers at Jon.

“...Shit, thanks, I guess? I didn’t... really expect you to show real concern, holy shit...” "What, you think it was just for appearances?" Jon chuckles, genial. "Naw, son, I try to actually care 'bout the folks I work with, didn't get into this business on accounta I don't care about people."

"Look, after Dinner I'll help you carry shit, since I left the car at home." “Okay.” Lonnie doesn’t particularly feel like pushing it any more, so he doesn’t.

“...How’d I not notice this place before?” He asks, mostly to himself. Or maybe he had, and he’d forgotten about it. Was it even worth forgetting? Ech, everything was so overwhelming. As their food and coffee comes around, Jonathan turns his attention to the rogue chat, securing something, before starting to eat. Tuna melts are truly the mac and cheese of the sandwich world, and hard to get wrong.

[ Dr_J_C ] - Hey, Eddie, you on. [ E?Nygma ] - Yes? [ Dr_J_C ] - You got a cab company you trust to keep their yaps shut [ E?Nygma ] - My henchwomen. [ Dr_J_C ] - ...Think they'd be willing to come pick up me and a runaway? Wound up cross town and the kid's got luggage [ E?Nygma ] - Only one way to find out, really.

[ DM: E?Nygma to E&Q: Ladies? ] [ DM E&Q to E?Nygma: [Q] You need something, Ed? ] [ DM: E?Nygma to E&Q: Yes, if you have the time tonight. Dr Crane is asking me about securing private transit that doesn't talk too much, if you catch my drift. Since you're both the pair I trust most on the matter, I thought I'd ask if you'd be willing to go fetch him and cart him wherever he needs to go. He's not in a stabbing mood, so it shouldn't be risky. ] [ DM E&Q to E?Nygma: [Q] Not in a stabbing mood? Color me surprised.. but sure thing, Boss! [E] Dr. Crane requires transit? We aren’t busy, so we’ll be glad to pick him up, when needed. Anything that’s said will stay in the car, don’t you worry. ] [ DM: E?Nygma to E&Q: Peachy. Make him buy you dinner, huh? I'll forward the address: you know what to do if he starts giving you trouble, and where to send the bill. Thanks so much. ]

[ E?Nygma ] - Good news, Jonny, they'll do it. Have an address? [ Dr_J_C ] - Yeah, hangon.... Down town, Eighth and Tuppence. The shitty diner.

[ DM: E?Nygma to E&Q: : Eighth and Tuppence, the "shitty diner", as he put it. ]

[ E?Nygma ] - I told them to make you buy them dinner.

[ Dr_J_C ] - Yeah, sure, doesn't have to be from here. We just got our food, so - give it an hour? [ DM: E?Nygma to E&Q: He's asked for you to come in an hour, so you have time to get ready. ]

[ E?Nygma ] - Done and done, don't leave them waiting.

Before eating, Lonnie removes the top slice of bread from each sandwich half and salts the (perfectly over-medium) egg on top, then slides the salt to the other side of the table. He almost chokes on his first bite. God, he missed real food. "...Arkham food, huh." Jonathan chuckles, humorlessly. "Shit, every time I've gotten outta there, pizza boxes have looked appetizing."

"Eddie's henches are gonna be givin' us a ride. They ain't snitches, and I fancy our chances in one'a their cars than on foot."

“...Tall punk one n’ a short one?” Lonnie clarifies through a mouthful of BLT. Gulp. “Nice.”

“...Spent his ketchup money on Walgreens eyeliner and a burger. Should probably get online and tell ‘im once I get home, huh.” He pauses, putting down his sandwich for a second. “I told you the ketchup thing, right?”

Jonathan grins, lifting his coffee in a weird sort of salute. "Sure did. Bet you made with Eddie, right? Eyeliner and a bite's a good cause, then. He chomps down half his sandwich before turning his attention properly to coffee.

"...Good-ish news, the Asylum is pretty sure I didn't help you break out." "So they prob'ly ain't gonna assume I came got you, neither."

“Thank god,” Lonnie comments. “Like, not just ‘cuz your job’s still safe, that’s great, but god, I didn’t spend three weeks figuring out like, 80 million people’s schedules for a friend in a high place to get the stick, it’s my damn credit.” He pauses for a sip of soda. “...Is that the right metaphor? Doesn’t matter. ‘S.... nice y’aint in that deep shit.”

Another pause. “Jesus Christ, I just said ‘y’ain’t’ in complete earnest, what the fuck are you doing to me?” Lonnie laughs, leaning his head back and pulling down one eyelid. Jonathan barks a cheerful laugh, and even that is ignored by the utter apathy that is a back-street diner in Gotham. He shakes his head until it trickles down to a snicker and, grinning, drains the rest of his coffee before his attention returns to the perfectly adequate tuna melt.

"Naww, they had me doin' damage control, after talkin' to me a bit and nosing some at my notes. Shit, I didn't know a damn thing about your plans, and it showed, son, so oughta be fine."

"New's being shitty about it anyways, though, m'sorry about that." “I~’m aware,” Lonnie chimes rather sardonically, waiting to swallow this time. “Eh, GCN’s a bunch of corporatist bullcrap anyway. They don’t think I’m a real dude, I know they aren’t a real news station, cancels out.” It really doesn’t cancel out, but the shrug indicates either he’s actually fine or he doesn’t particularly want to talk about it.

Jonathan slowly nods, and makes a mental tick to get a tee-shirt made inviting people to physically fight him if they want to call Lonnie a girl. That's a dadly thing to do, right?

"...So,” Jon starts, slowly, “Y'all called me dad."

Groan. “Uh, I’m sorry?” Lonnie shrugs to accompany the nonapology— not like it was worth applogizing for. “Slip of the tongue, like callin’ a teacher ‘mom,’ y’know?”

He sucks the rest of his Coke down and sets the tall plastic glass back on the table. Jon laughs, sitting back himself and uncrossing his arms. "Dunno where all I said I was upset about it, son." His grin is lazy and easy, and he just shrugs.

"Y'all see me as a father figure?" ... Does he? ... “I mean— you’re what, two and a half times my age n I’ve seen more of you in the, what, three-ish months since you took my case than anyone else, not to mention you’re like...” Lonnie cycles through various expressions as he speaks, apparently directing his explanation at his fingernails. (Note the lack of a solid answer.)

He doesn’t mention what Jon’s like. Soon, he throws his forehead into one hand, rubbing his temples.

“I mean—- no, but also not no?” "...So, solid maybe." Jon suggests, wiping crumbs off his hands with a chuckle. "Right, well that ain't somethin' you gotta come up with an answer to today, son. Right now, priority's makin' sure you don't get picked up by the cops two days after a breakout."

"And,” he adds, “Not leavin' you to find a half-comfortable Alley to try an' make a sleeping spot from."

“Mmh,” Lonnie affirms through his last bite of BLT (emphasis on the L.) “In my defense, I spent like... the first third’a my sophomore year doin’ that, I’ve got practice.” He jokes, sending finger-guns Jon’s way. “But yeah, let’s leave that for later, ‘kay?”

"Sounds good." Jonathan pulls out his wallet, leafing through it and leaving the bill in cash, with a generous tip. No, the bill hasn't actually arrived yet, but he's pretty good at math. Something about being a Chemist, maybe.

"Ed's girls oughta be here in a nother couple minutes, so - you wanna hit the washroom or anything 'fore we head outside?"

#Jonathan Crane #Regarding Lonnie Machin #Askanarky #RP Log #Long Post #Plot #with Digital Cameos by:#Edward Nygma #Nina 'Echo' Damfino #Diedre 'Query' Vance

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yeaimfishboi · 6 years ago

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After the Midnight Hour | Chapter II: Just Business

Pairing: JaehyunxReader

Word Count: 3k

Genre: Mafia!AU, angst, a wee bit of floof, and some heated situations?

Warnings: Blood, gore, swearing, character death, and idk maybe Yuta? you’ll understand

A/N: She finally meets him I know!! I hope you like this chapter, I worked super hard on it! Masterlist in comments! Jaehyun will be my death

Summary: Y/N has always taken care of her sister. Her sister is all she has, but she can no longer afford it. She calls her old best friend for help where she is introduced to a loan shark. Will everything turn out alright for Y/N or will it go awry?

”Nothing Good Ever Happens After Midnight.” -Bo Schembechler

You felt the breeze of the crisp midnight air sweep underneath your jacket. It was one of your only jackets. An old navy blue sweatshirt that belonged to your dad. You held onto it throughout the years because you wanted something to hold that reminded you of them, and this one did, it still smelt like him: old Cuban cigars, cranberry juice, and his cologne.

Nothing good ever happens after midnight. You could hear your mother saying it to you now just like she used to, and based upon your current situation, it seemed to be accurate. You were leaning against a rough brick wall in a dimly lit alleyway waiting for a man you didn’t know so you could discuss “business.” Sounded like a perfect combination.

“Now why would a little lady like you be waiting in a cold, dark alley to meet with a loan shark? What kind of trouble are you in?” You heard a young man ask behind you, voice as smooth as honey but with a little gruffness behind it, almost like coffee. You turned your body towards the man, he was wearing a leather jacket that seemed like it was very well cared for along with some black pants. He had the face and body of an Adonis, but the smirk of a sly cunning fox. Unlike Ten, he had no visible tattoos or piercings besides two on his ear. Also unlike Ten, his hair was a light auburn brown that fell right around his eyes.

“I would think boy troubles, but you don’t seem like the type to have boy troubles,” the young man interrupted your thoughts again.

“Why does it matter to you. All your type wants is business. As long as it comes in then it doesn’t matter where it came from, am I right?” you scoffed at the man.

“Ouch,” he clutched his gut feigning pain as if you had stabbed him there, “what a jab at my chosen profession. I’ll have you know there’s more to me than meets the eye,” his smile towards you definitely held some secrets, ones that you couldn’t pinpoint.

“Uh huh, totally,” you rolled your eyes at him.

“How much do you need?” he asked obviously trying to move your transaction along a little quicker.

“20 grand,” you sighed.

“That much? Now I’m really curious as to what trouble you’ve gotten yourself into,” he chuckled wryly.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re getting business.”

“Ooh challenge accepted, beautiful,” he emphasized with a pause before the last word, “you have a month to give me half of the money including 20% interest.”

“20%?” your jaw dropped. There was no way in hell you were ever going to pay that off in time, not with your bills on top of it.

“Listen, I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them. You have a month to give me twelve grand. I’ll meet you right here exactly a month from now,” he stated as he handed you the cash.

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That month went by really fast. You had spent a lot of your time with Jiyeon working on her treatment. You met up with Ten a few times at the diner, but your time was usually cut short since you had to work constantly in order to save up enough. Sadly though, after about three weeks, you were laid off from your job, which meant that you were incredibly short on your dues. About 3 grand short. On top of that, today was not a good day to hold this meeting since Jiyeon went in for surgery a few hours ago.

You sat waiting at the same spot antsy and anxious, hoping to get this exchange over with as soon as possible. It was a lot colder than it was the last time, which only made to heighten your anxiety.

“Do you have my money?” you heard the man’s voice appear from behind you.

“Well, I have most of it,” you sighed as you turned to face him. He was in slightly different apparel than your prior meeting. This time he wore jeans instead of black pants, and underneath his leather jacket was a blue flannel. Hmm, he has a softer side. His outfit this time makes him look far less scary than before, you thought.

“What do you mean you have most of it,” he growled.

“I mean, I only have nine grand as I lost my job,” you snarled right back at him.

“The people above me don’t care that you lost your job. All they care about is the fact you brought me 9 grand when it should've been twelve,” he shook his head, as if he expected this to happen. You watched him signal two men over to you with his fingers. Goonies. Only there to make sure you learn to follow through on your promises.

“I wouldn't do that if I were you,” you simpered at them.

Both of the men approached you, one of them holding a baton. Ooh, you thought, a weapon will make this even more fun. You couldn’t see their faces due to the combination of the dull alleyway lights and the hoods they were wearing. You carefully watched each man’s movements and calculated how they would strike. One of the boys’ gait was lopsided. You could tell as he relied too heavily on his right side, so you swung your leg around and hit him in the left hip. Almost immediately, the man fell to the ground clutching his hip in pain. Seemed like he broke his ilium and it still hadn’t fully healed. You turned your head to face the man with the baton. His mouth was agape, still trying to process the scene that unfolded in front of him. You used that as an opportunity to strike him in the throat. He started to gasp out for air, and he dropped his baton. You grabbed it just before it hit the ground and struck him in his side and the groin with it. He fell to the ground attempting to make a sound due to the pain but couldn’t because of his airway trauma.

“I wouldn’t try that again,” you smirked down to the two men on the ground below you dropping the baton on the man at your feet. Your gaze then shifted up to the attractive man still standing, “all I ask is for an extra two weeks for me to cover the oth-” your sentence was cut off by your phone’s ringtone. You pulled it out of your pocket to see the caller ID, Doctor Kim. “Shit! I’ve really got to take this.” You pulled the phone up to your ear.

“Ms. Y/N?” Doctor Kim sounded solemn.

“Did you guys finish already?” you asked, hopeful even though you knew the news was most likely bad.

“No, we couldn’t. Jiyeon had a reaction to the anesthesia,”

“She WHAT?” you cried out, “that has never happened before.”

“I know, but she was dead for 2 minutes.”

“She… was… WHAT?” you screamed.

“Now, Ms. Y/N its nothing to-”

“I’m on my way right now,” you hung up the phone and sighed, “I really need to go. I’ll see you here two weeks from now,” you tossed the money to the man's feet, and ran off as fast as your legs could carry you.

Within a few minutes, you arrived at the hospital door. You burst in and ran to the desk, exclaiming, “Where is she?”

“She’s in her normal post-op room, but Ms. Y/S/N, I must ask, is that man with you?” you turned around to see the man from before directly behind you. The man you had made a deal with. Adonis, as you liked to call him… at least when you were all by yourself.

“Hmm, him? I mean, I guess,” you sighed, “thank you,” you said to the young woman before you took off running again.

You arrived at her door and slammed it open, only to see your sister sitting upright on her bed, happily eating jello and watching Riverdale.

“God mother fucking damn it, Jiyeon. You gave me a fucking heart attack. What the hell are you even doing sitting up? You had a reaction to your anesthesia, you know what that could have meant for you,” you sighed as you took the jello out of her hands and lowered her bed down.

“I’m perfectly fine, it was only a minor hiccup,” she groaned.

“Minor hiccup?” your voice raised, “you were dead for two minutes Jiyeon!”

“And look, I’m still kicking! I’m invincible and you know it!” she kicked her feet and threw her hands up in the air, Superman style. Although, she dropped them when she noticed the figure behind you, “Y/N did you get another boyfriend and not tell me again?”

“Hmm? What?” you looked behind you and noticed Adonis standing by the doorframe, “he’s not my-”

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Jaehyun,” he interrupted your rambling by offering your sister a handshake. Now you finally knew his name.

“What a gentleman! Now Y/N what did I tell you about hiding your boyfriends from me?” your sister smiled devilishly at you.

“He’s not my boyfriend! He was just-” you stopped yourself before you could truly say the reason as to why he was with you.

“I was just walking her home when she got a call from what I assume is your doctor?” Thank God for him covering your ass.

“Well, that was very sweet of you. Thank you for looking after my sister. She certainly has a habit of putting my needs and wants above her basic survival,” your sister smiled at the young man.

“Is that so?” he asked inquisitively as if a light bulb just struck off in his head.

“Anyways, you two should get going. I’ll be fine here,” your sister smiled again before re-claiming her jello.

“Ji, I should stay here tonight and watch over you. Make sure nothing happens,” you interjected.

“No, Y/N you need to take care of yourself. I’ll just call Ten and see if he can come, to make you feel better,” you could’ve sworn you heard Jaehyun whisper Ten in a questioning tone to himself, but you let it go.

“Fine, I’ll accept that,” you sighed.

“Now go! Leave, you lovebirds! Use protection!” your sister shouted as the two of you left the room. Both you and Jaehyun laughed to yourselves at your sister’s antics.

There was quite a long pause between you and Jaehyun as you guys left the hospital.

“Now I see what kind of trouble you are in,” he was the first one to break the silence, “I’ll give you an extra three weeks to give me that 3 grand, but that’s your last chance.”

“Thank you so much! You won’t regret it,” you couldn’t hide the smile that grew across your face.

“I better not, I’ll see you in the spot in three weeks. Good night Y/N,” he smiled at you.

“Night, Jaehyun.” Normally you wouldn’t be so loose and laid-back with someone this fast, especially with someone like him, but he just gave you extra time to pay off your debt and he had just met your sister.

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You found yourself at home faster than normal. You were greeted by the smell of mold and mildew and the sight of rotting wallpaper and broken floors. You bought your house for only a few grand. It was all that was available and cheap enough to fit what you needed. It may not be much, but to you, it was home. You set down your bag on the floor and pulled out your phone to turn on the flashlight. You usually used it to help you cook your meals when it was late at night since turning on the actual lights cost too much to use all the time. You pulled out a small container of instant noodles and then split it in half since the food you had in your house was supposed to last you the next three weeks.

You placed your noodles in the microwave and set the timer. While it was cooking you heard a slight creak in the floorboards behind you. You were only slightly weary until you felt a hand place itself on your shoulders. You swung your leg from underneath the assailant and placed the pair of scissors in your hand against his throat.

“Well damn, Y/N, I didn’t expect you to try and kill me after that lovely interaction we just had,” you recognized that voice.

“Jaehyun? What the hell are you doing here? And how did you find me?” you asked still in shock releasing him from your grip.

“Better question, why the hell are your lights off?” he asked groaning, pushing himself upwards, examining the contents of your house.

“Hold on, intruder, follow me,” you decided to lead him to the only room with lights that didn’t cost you too much.

“Woah, are you sure this is your place?” he asked as he scanned the horror that was your bedroom. Holes in the ceiling, missing floorboards, paint chipping and rotting off. It was basically falling apart, it definitely wasn't safe for any human to live in but it was all you had.

“Yes,” you responded, “it is.”

“And I’m guessing this is your bedroom,” you nodded to his question. His brows furrowed brows; he examined your bedroom with ferocity, pausing every few seconds when he spotted something that seemed to make your habitat, well… uninhabitable. He continued scanning until he happened to fall upon your pile of goose feathers, also known as your bed. “You sleep on the floor? What the hell? That's it, you're spending the night with me.” What in the world made him come to the decision of spending the night with you? Your place really wasn’t that bad.

“I’m just fine here. I’ve lived here for years,” you disagreed.

“All you’re doing is furthering my case, you’re staying with me.”

“Why does it matter to you anyways,” you retorted.

“That's actually what I came here for. I had a proposition for you, but we’ll go over that in the morning. For now, you're coming with me and you're going to sleep in a room where the walls aren’t falling apart,” he already started dragging you by the hand. There was no use in fighting him, his brute strength was enough to keep you and your feist at bay. Lucky for you, you were able to pick up your bag on the way out, which had all your essentials: a phone charger, your notebook, some hygiene products, etc.

He carefully pulled you by the arm to his car. It was a black car that was low to the ground, fairly well kept and new in a sense, but from what you could tell about Jaehyun, he took care of his stuff. He led you inside its faux leather interior and you buckled up. He flashed you a small smile as he started the car.

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The car ride was very quiet. Not a single word was spoken between the two of you. At least not until you pulled into the driveway of a large building. You couldn’t exactly determine what it looked like since it was so dark outside.

“Alright, when we get in there, you are not to say anything to anyone besides me. We’re going to go straight to my room where you are going to sleep,” Jaehyun started, “I live with a bunch of boys and they can be giant dickheads sometimes. If they say anything don’t respond in any way whatsoever. That includes fighting them, got it?” Jaehyun commanded.

“Got it, but one question. Why am I staying in your room?” you asked most curious.

“I don’t trust anyone with you besides myself,” he paused and took a deep breath, “alright here we go.” He grabbed your hand and led you inside the house, and within 30 seconds of entering the building as if on cue, someone said something.

“Well damn Jaehyun brought home a girl, a damn fine one at that. What a surprise,” you heard a man catcall you from the side.

“Shove it up your ass Yuta,” Jaehyun scoffed.

“Gladly, provided she does it herself,” you could practically hear this man licking his lips and it infuriated you. You were just about to speak up when you felt Jaehyun squeeze your hand as if telling you not to do it.

Instead of responding to this Yuta man, Jaehyun just led you up the stairs and into his room. He released your hand and went to his dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Here, put these on,” Jaehyun points to an old sofa, “I have a couch over there with some blankets and pillows on it. If you need anything I’ll be right on the bed,” and with that Jaehyun crawled into his bed. You walked into his en-suite bathroom and changed into the clothes he gave you. Afterward, you crawled onto the couch and curled up under the blankets.

You thought that with sleeping on something other than the cold wooden floor you had that you would be able to sleep well but that was far from the case. You were anxious, cold, and in an unfamiliar place. It was common sense that you couldn’t sleep. You kept trying new positions to lay in but none of them helped ease your discomfort.

“Just crawl in here with me,” Jaehyun muttered. Seems like he couldn’t sleep either.

“I’m not gonna do that you idiot,” you groaned.

“You’re not going to be able to sleep unless you do.” God, he did make a good point.

“Fine,” you groaned. You moved up from the couch and crawled into the open spot next to Jaehyun on his bed. You started to relax when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap themselves around your waist and pull you closer to him. You were never one to like any sort of physical contact, but as odd as it was, you were pretty sure it was that gesture that helped you fall asleep that night.

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katymacsupernatural · 6 years ago

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Legendary

Dean Winchester x Reader

1400 Words

Written For: @heavenandhellbingo , @spndarkbingo , @spnkinkbingo

Square Filled: First Blade(Heaven) Ancient Relic (Dark), Rough Sex(Kink)

Summary: Raised in the Hunter life, Y/N has turned to collecting ancient and unique items. When she gets wind of the First Blade, she knows she will do anything to get her hands on it.

A/N: This story will be pretty dark. Each Chapter will have the appropriate warnings. After all, it is Mark of Cain Dean.

Your house was filled to the brim with the most unique collection of items. Pieces that had only been whispered about. Most of them you sold, some for even millions of dollars. Others, you kept, decorating your home with talisman’s that brought you luck, or good fortune. A select few you kept close to you, giving you comfort that if things came after you, you were safe.

But there was one item that you had never been able to get your hand on. It had been nothing more than a myth, stories passed down for centuries. Of a wicked looking blade that killed any sort of mythical being, including Knights of Hell. It had never been seen, not since it had been in the hand of Cain himself, and it was the one item that you had always wanted to find. Who knew how much someone would pay for that if you could force yourself to part with it. If you could ever get your hands on the ancient relic.

You had almost given up hope until a couple of weeks ago. After almost getting trapped in a cave for an ancient Celtic protection charm, you had been ready to head to the Bahama’s for some rest and relaxation. You had made quite a bit of money off of that last find. Enough that you could spend the next couple of months doing whatever you wanted.

And at first, nothing had sounded better than sun, beaches and pina coladas. But once you had heard of the first blade making its first appearance in centuries, it was all you could think about. You wanted it. No needed it for your collection. You already had the perfect spot for it, secure enough that no one would ever be able to lay a hand on it.

It was frustrating. Knowing it was out there, but not knowing exactly where it was. You had to stay patient, researching. You dreamed about it, seeing it in the hands of this man. His grip was tight, his shoulders strong as he easily sliced and killed with the powerful blade. His eyes were a brilliant green, his features strong and handsome. He was almost as mesmerizing as the blade in his hand, and you wanted to know more about this mystery man. Who he was, how he was capable of wielding the most powerful weapon in the world.

With little else to go on, you began searching through newspaper articles for bloody, horrific deaths. You knew the blade controlled those wielding it, making them do horrific things. It didn’t take long before you began to find a pattern of bloody deaths in the midwest. Never a mention of your mystery man. But you had it narrowed down to a small part of the country, mainly around Kansas.

Packing up your suitcase with wigs, weapons, and spells, you slid behind the wheel of your sleek, cherry red Porsche, pointing it west, settling in for a long car ride.

As the night sky blurred above you, your phone dinged, another notification of the first blade’s destruction, you realized you were only an hour away from the bloodbath. With the speed of your Porsche, you could probably make it in half an hour and maybe even find the guy from your dreams. If he existed. You hoped he did because you couldn't wait to meet the man who could wield such power. And the collector part of you wished that maybe he could become part of your collection as well.

While you wanted to head to the crime scene right away, you had to keep your priorities straight. Stopping at the only five-star restaurant in the small city, you booked the suite. Touching up your makeup, you changed your jeans for a black pencil skirt. A white blouse and black blazer completed the look, along with your fake FBI badge. Hunters weren’t the only ones who dabbled with false ID’s.

The crime scene was mostly clear. A cop car was leaving just as you pulled up, but another car was still parked in front. A long, black classic muscle car. Running your manicured fingers along the gleaming paint, your heels clicked as you walked up the sidewalk.

Without knocking, you stepped into the shabby apartment, immediately getting taken back by the mess in front of you. Sure, you weren’t a hunter, but you had been raised by one. You had seen many things in your life, but this might be the bloodiest. Bodies lay everywhere, covered blood and things you didn’t even want to try to name. Dark red blood covered everything. The walls, the floor, the windows. There was five, no six bodies in the main room, carved up by a wicked blade. A blade you had dreamt about for so long. Your hands just itched to wrap around it. You were so close, you could feel it. The power of it.

“Can we help you?” A deep, rumbling voice called out, pulling you out of your daydreaming. “This is closed scene.”

You pulled your badge out of your pocket, flashing it in annoyance. “I’m Agent Larsen. I’ve been called to this case.”

“Hmm, so have we,” the voice growled low in his throat, and you finally glanced up. Freezing as the vibrant green eyes from your dreams stared down at you.

“You’re…,” you stuttered. It was rare that you were speechless, but you had never expected this man to be real. He was even more handsome than you had dreamed. You were rarely caught speechless, but this man had done it with only a glance.

“Do I know you?” He asked, his voice as strong as steel, a cold glint to his eyes. A normal person would have taken a step back, instantly cowering under the hint of violence in his tone. But you stayed in place, tilting your head back to stare up at him. “No, you don’t. I was just mistaken for a moment. It looks like you’re done here. How about we meet sometime tonight and go over your notes?”

“Not going to check it out for yourself?” He sneered, but you could sense a hint of despair in his voice. It didn’t surprise you. Sure, he had been strong enough to wield the blade, but it had to be eating him from the inside out. All of that power didn’t come without consequences.

“Oh, I will,” you assured him. “But I also want to hear what you two other agents have to say as well.”

By this time he had been joined by another man. Taller and lankier, your instincts told you these men were brothers or had worked together for quite some time. Definitely hunters.

“Dean, it wouldn’t hurt,” the new man suggested, giving you a name to go with the face.

Dean shook his head, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. “We don’t need any help. This case is cut and dried. You can just head back to your little office job and leave the field work to us.”

With your hands on your hips, it was your turn to narrow your eyes up at him. “Excuse me?”

Dean took a step closer to you, his hands curled into fists at his sides. “You heard me. You are not needed here, so why didn’t you get your designer suit out of here.”

You wanted to slap him, but you forced yourself to control your temper. You needed him, needed to get close enough to him to find the First Blade. No matter how much you wanted to slap that smug smile from his face. “You don’t know who you’re messing with,” he muttered before turning on his heel and heading outside.

“Is he always like that?” You asked the other man, hoping he was a little nicer than his partner.

He shrugged, his shaggy hair flopping in the movement. “He’s been a little on edge lately. But don’t take it to heart. I’m Sam by the way.”

“Y/N. Listen, I didn’t mean to cross any boundaries, but…,”

“Are you really an Agent?” He blurted out. “Because anyone can make fake ID’s anymore.”

“You mean like hunters?”

His hazel eyes widened, his lips opening up to answer you when Dean called out from the car, his voice even grumpier.

“Listen, I’ve got to go before he…,” Sam started. “But we’ll be at the local bar, probably around eight tonight. Meet us there and we can talk.”

Read Part 2

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ill-skillsgard · 6 years ago

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Smoke & Money, Part 3 - Bill Skarsgård

Title: Smoke & Money

Warning: 100% NSFW, some drug use, swearing, sex/fetish/kink type situations

Description: A young sex worker gets tangled in the dangerous web of a wealthy entrepreneur whose tastes push her past all of her known limits.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

There was this guy that I met and he was interested in me. I could tell immediately. He had a fast car and an expensive suit on. He was a little on the shorter side with a buzz cut to hide his receding hairline and a chin-strap to make up for it. By the looks of him, he may have been of Italian descent. Not that I cared all that much when he opened his wallet and showed me a stack of hundreds. He wanted to go out for a night with me as his date. At first, he offered me five hundred but I told him to double it for the night if I was acting as a date. He wanted the full escort services. It had been a long time since I had gone clubbing and even longer since I had escorted. Some guys wanted to strut around like peacocks and not just get their dicks sucked in a parked car. So whatever, I thought, I'll go to a fancy club with this guy and have my drinks paid for and come away with another grand in my pocket, at the very least. Usually, these types wanted to stay up all night hauling rails of cocaine and trying to balance it out by choking down male performance enhancers that you could buy at sex shops. Again, whatever. As long as I got paid. I wasn't personally a fan of getting all wigged out on drugs normally but I did like a drink here and there and I could be a fun time, even without narcotics. I also liked to get dolled up so the whole club scenario felt like a breath of fresh air to me.

As I stood in front of my mirror doing my make up I couldn't help but think about Mr. Skarsgard. I hated that I referred to him like that but I still didn't know his first name and by the way he had growled at me the last time, I was afraid to ever speak out of line with him. He looked so young but he carried himself so proudly that it was hard to pinpoint his age. The plague of questions still swirled in my gut once in a while. If he was so rich and so handsome, why was he paying women to be his little service maids? The man was an enigma to me, so dark and quiet, like the beginning of a storm, when the world seems to stand perfectly still inside a din of impending chaos. What was to come? I could not be sure. All I could do was watch the skies.

The club we went to was obnoxiously upscale in decor but noticeably Spring Break in clientèle. Even though the men were suited and the women all wore stilettos, they were all yelling and dancing and drinking and many pairs of eyes were blown-out dilated. I accompanied my John to different corners and levels of the clubs, drink in hand, swagger in my step and alertness that I did not give way to so that he could find his buddies and most certainly show me off. The dress I wore was a backless, low-cut silky shawl of a drape that only really covered my ass and pussy because it tapered down into a pencil skirt. I too wore stilettos.I had on this little number, impossibly high-heeled shoes and a gold sequined clutch that contained my phone, my ID, and my money. I drank with him and laughed with him and stole glances with his more attractive friend. It was a standard night at the club. Blow was snorted off of inch-long acrylic nails, martini glasses speckled any table surface and the music pumped so loud that it was impossible to have a real conversation. To be honest I was kind of having fun at the club even if my client was a greasy little guido with too much Hugo Boss cologne on. "Hey sweetheart," he yelled into my ear. "Take this and go use those tits to order everyone a shot." "Yeah, sure. How many?" I asked him. "Like ten. Who needs a shot!?" I had been seated at a table with a few guys who all fit the same profile as my client and a few girls. I wasn't sure who was a girlfriend and who was an escort but I didn't really care. He had just put two hundred dollars in the palm of my hand. He must have been really messed up and having too good of a time to care about the money spent. I don't think anybody in the establishment cared how much money they were spending. They were all kids with rich parents. Boy how I loved kids with rich parents. Through all of the writhing bodies and slamming bass, I made my way to a bar and posted up on it for a moment to collect my thoughts. I opened my clutch and put the hundred dollar bills inside for safe-keeping. Most of the night I had been neglecting my cell phone so I figured it a good time to check it. As soon as the screen came on I saw there had been a missed call from a few minutes prior. "Shit..." I said to myself. Oh well, unknown number. The bartender was on the complete opposite end of the bar and I knew it would be a while before she worked her way down to me. After all, straight women bartenders tended to favor serving the men first for better tips. That was alright with me though because I knew that hustle far too well. So I waited for my turn like a proper patron. Then my cell phone started vibrating in my hand. There was no way I could take the call amidst all of the noise but it was the same number that I had just missed. My heart skipped a beat or two.

I shoved my clutch underneath my arm and made for the bathroom, the only semi-quiet place that I could think of to take a call. Luckily for me, the only people occupying the stalls were chicks peeing and doing cocaine together. I took the last stall, shut the door and locked it behind me, cell phone in hand.

There was no way I could wait for the number to call again so I decided to call it back which was something I usually didn't do.

It rang and rang and rang for what felt like forever until finally, somebody picked up. "Hello?" I asked when nobody said a thing. "Yeah." "Hi... Who is this? I have a missed call from this number." "Two missed calls." The voice said. I chuckled nervously, "Oh, yeah. Um, so just returning the call." "I appreciate it." "Sorry, who is this?" "Bill... Skarsgard." "Oh." "I'm sending a car for you." My mouth hung open as I scrabbled for something to say. "No, I... I can't. Not tonight." "J... Don't make me tell you twice." "I'm not..." I paused to grind my teeth. "I'm not at home." "Where are you?" With a sigh, I relented, "The Revive Downtown." "He'll be there soon." "Uh... Okay." I hung up the phone and let out a long breath. Shit. Dropping my phone back into my clutch, I left the bathroom in search of my client whose name I forgot. I had to wiggle my way through troops of people dancing before I reached the table that I'd just left. "Where the drinks at?" He asked. I grabbed his hand and gave him back the two hundred dollars. He looked down at the money with confusion written on his shiny face. "I have to go." "What?" He yelled, unable to hear me above all of the electronic discord. He got the hint when I stood to leave. "Sorry, I have to go!" "Wait what the fuck? You can't leave." He stood up as well, much to the surprise of his friends. I held up the free hand that wasn't clutching my bag tightly to my body. "It's an emergency, I'm so sorry!" "No, no, no! I want my money back, bitch!" "I'm sorry! That's not going to happen! Sorry... I have to go!" With that, I turned to walk away quickly towards the exit. My ditched client had other plans and once I was outside I could finally hear properly. There were people all over the street, cars driving by, pulling up and honking and then someone grabbed my arm tightly. "Hey! Don't you fucking walk away from me." I had been followed outside by my client who was obviously pissed. The exclamation was enough to grab the attention of anyone who was standing in line as well as the bouncer who turned his attention toward us but didn't move from his post. "Give me my money back you fucking whore." I flinched away from him, throwing my arms up in front of my face as my first reaction. What I anticipated was for him to come at me, but that was interrupted immediately. "Step the fuck back right now buddy. You don't want to try it." My savior said rather calmly. It was Mr. Skarsgård's driver who had gotten in between us. The guido stepped away, fists clenched, his buddies had come out too and also didn't know how to react. "Your fucking whore stole my money!" The driver took a step closer, towering over the angry client with a trained poise. There was no way he would attempt to throw down with the driver who had a foot on him and none of his friends seemed up to the challenge either. "You better watch your mouth, kid," the driver warned. "You," he then pointed at me. "Get in the car... now." I didn't wait for him to open the door for me and simply flung it open myself, threw my clutch into the back and got in. There was hardly anymore exchange before the driver shook his jacket and came back to the car. It was strange that I felt safe inside the BMW but I did and that's all I really cared about. My friends had told me I should have a bodyguard for situations like these but I had put it off for the simple fact that I couldn't afford to pay a guy to stave off asshole clients. Also, I hadn't done anything to get myself into violent situations either. This was all sorts of unlike me. I had never bounced on a client before. What I was doing for Skarsgård went against almost everything I had learned. It was just common courtesy to not walk out on a client, especially if you had been paid beforehand. This was going to get me into a lot of trouble. The driver got into the car and quickly pulled away from the scene. I watched his tense face relax gradually the further we drove from the club. After a minute or two of driving, he looked in the rearview mirror, matching my stare. "I'm sorry you had to do that," I said to him. "You don't have any protection?" Ashamed, I shook my head no. "You should, doing what you do." Glancing out the window at the passing streets I sighed, "I know." That was the only exchange we had for the rest of the way there. Each minute that passed I got more and more nervous. My imagination ran wild thinking of all of the possible scenarios that I was potentially putting myself into. I started shivering, perhaps because I was wearing almost nothing or maybe from fear of what I was walking into.

In my ridiculously high heels, I clopped up the steps behind the driver who had left the car running just to let me inside the house. I thought it was appropriate of him and I longed to thank him more for stepping in to defend me but I didn't think he wanted to hear any more of it. Instead, I walked right into the foyer. The lights were on this time and it took me a moment to adjust. A bright light was thrown into all corners of the massive hall by the crystal chandelier that hung down like a glittering, silver jellyfish. The paintings were illuminated enough to make out the finer details. But before I could wander in further a voice cleared at the top of the stairs. "Well... A little under-dressed?" I looked up and saw him leaning against the banister, one leg bent and one straight. His white button-up was open and I could see his deep collarbone. Although he looked a little more disheveled than I was used to, he still had his shirt tucked into his straight-fitting black trousers and shiny brown oxford shoes on. He looked to be a mile away by how tall he stood at the top staring down at me with what I thought could have been a mixture of disdain and surprise. "I was out dancing," I called up to him. He nodded his head and never took his stare off of me even if I shied away from the constant eye contact. "Get upstairs. Now." After his unyielding order, he turned and left down the East Wing hall. The echo of his footfalls beckoned me up the stairs. Before I started I grimaced at having to ascend so many stairs in such ridiculous shoes. However determined I was, I couldn't help but let myself take a short breather after clearing all of them one by meticulous one so as to not stumble on the thick carpet. He hadn't gone into his room, he was waiting right at the door. I tried to compose myself and walked towards him with confidence and not like my knees were about to give in. I wondered if he could tell how terrible I was at walking in stilettos. "Go." His voice was like blunt force trauma to my ears. I entered the room which had come alive by the light of candles and the lamp beside the bed.

Bill closed the door behind us with an antique thud and circled me like a predator, never taking his eyes off of me. I felt naked even though I wasn't. His eyes burned so vehemently but his mouth was relaxed and he could almost undress me with the intensity of that stare. Finally, I could see his face, really see it under the glow of the candles and lamps. He was this hybrid of a boy, innocence was woven into every cell of his pale skin and undeniable confidence of a well-dressed, well-paid man, as sinister as he was striking. He had it all in that moment; money, power, and beauty. Something told me he could get away with anything even without the money and the power. Those good looks alone could make a girl do a lot.

That's precisely how he made me feel as he walked towards me, taking his hands from his trouser pockets to grasp my chin, forcing me to stare back at him. "What you did tonight was wrong and I'm very disappointed." He said. "I'm sorry." "Well... you have the rest of the night to atone for making me angry, isn't that right?" "Yes, sir." His eyes were wide and searching, flicking back and forth as he bore into my own eyes. "I thought we had an understanding?" "We do, sir." Bill stepped back and let his eyes fall down my body, taking in every inch of me. Judging me or simply observing, it was hard to tell. This man was hard to read. "Apparently I didn't make myself clear enough." I swallowed. He continued. "You are mine and only mine. You belong to me. You are my fucking property and I do not share." "You don't have to, sir"" "Oh is that right? Then who are you all dressed up for, hm?" "Nobody." "You mean to tell me this little ensemble wasn't meant for anyone? I find that hard to believe. I don't pay you to traipse around the city looking like a ten-dollar hooker for other people." There were so many things I wanted to say but I chose to remain silent as he continued to circle me. "Go to the bed rail." He pointed towards the prodigious canopy bed that was hampered with pillows. I walked past him and stopped at the foot of the bed. He did not watch me but rather went to the other side of the room and dragged a plush wing-back chair to the center of the carpet. With a look of complete absorption on his face, he approached me from behind as though I were just another object in his room. "Bend over." He murmured. I did as I was told and bent over the wooden rail at the foot of his enormous bed. I wasn't sure what to do with my arms so I splayed my hands out on the soft duvet and waited for what was to come next. His hand touched my lower back and pushed down. "Further," he said. Lower I went, arching my back and the more I did so the more my dress pulled up in the back. He could most certainly see my ass as I could feel cool air touching my skin. That big hand ran down the base of my spine and over my exposed skin. Slowly he inserted a finger underneath the scant little strap of my thong, pulling it up. The sensation of the material pulling taut against my most sensitive parts was enough to make me weak in the knees, or perhaps it was my shoes. Nevertheless, it didn't feel unwelcome, simply disgracious in a way that made me feel dirty. "You never make me wait. I do not wait for you. You wait for me." "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, sir." Without letting go of my underwear he used his other hand to push me down further over the rail so that I was completely on display for him. My fear was that he would penetrate me but in those deliciously sickening moments, I didn't have the courage to bring up my rules. I simply did not allow clients to fuck me without a condom. Even the cleanest of men were no exception. My heart began to race thinking of every possibility that could go down. What would I do if he tried? Did I have it in me to freak out, push him away and end it all? Would I allow him to enter me? My head felt so foggy that I honestly couldn't tell how to react. All I knew was that his long fingers were tickling my skin and I could feel the heat of arousal stirring inside of me. Then he wound up and spanked me so hard a shockwave of sting interrupted my entire thought process. I gasped and looked back at him but he was calm, collected and close to me with his hands on my backside once more, rubbing the skin where he had just laid a fiery handprint. "Don't you ever keep me waiting again, understand?" I sucked in my bottom lip and nodded. "You are mine. You are my fucking property," he repeated himself. "Do not test me." "Yes, sir." "You fuck up and misbehave and now..." He leaned over my body bringing his lips close to my ear, hand never leaving my ass cheek. "Now you need punishment." That was the only warning he gave before spanking me again in the same spot. It stung so bad but I gritted my teeth and handled it not unflinchingly but as best as I could to keep from squealing. The prickling heat made me wince in pain. As if to alleviate the suffering he switched to the other cheek and gave me a whack for balance. Not once did he let go of my thong. He pulled it up, rubbed his hand over where the tiny triangle of fabric covered me and smacked me again. This time I couldn't help but let a sound slip from my mouth. "Oh yes, I know it hurts but this is what happens when you defy me. Isn't that right?" I nodded vigorously in hopes my submission would earn me some sympathy. It did not, and he wound up, cranking me really good on the right so hard that my legs faltered. If he wasn't there to keep me standing I would have buckled to the floor. Sweat broke on my forehead and my muscles clenched tightly. The funny part of it all was that I wasn't even tied up. I could have easily turned around and left. I could have refused this punishment. Hell, I could have refused him back at the club and I would have been well on my way to being drunk on top shelf liquor but instead, I was here, bent over a hand-carved wooden rail getting my ass handed to me by this rich, authoritarian man who I knew nothing about.

The only solace my burning skin took was when he leaned over and spit on my bare ass cheeks and smeared it around with his thumbs. I sighed and I'm sure he noticed my relief by the way my spine relaxed. The sustenance was short-lived though. He lowered himself on one knee, proposing to my backside with both hands squeezing, spreading me open and then giving me a few swift belts using his hands as a paddle. By then my dress had risen far over my hips and I had never been more exposed to him before than I was at that moment. His punishment started to awaken a small, provocative tingle that didn't take long to sprout into something that coveted the rain of his foul play upon me. I soon forgot how my ankles were starting to ache, having been propped up on five inches of poniard for hours. The loud claps of his hand against my rear were enough to mask my tiny, shivering moans. He threaded his fingers through my hair and pulled my head back, allowing me to straighten. His other hand came up my neck and gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him, puppeteering my head to bring his lips to the crest of my cheekbone. His breath was hot, sweetened with bourbon and the scent of the cigarettes he smoked. When he pushed his hips into me I could feel how hard he had gotten and I gasped. What was he planning on doing to me? I knew that if I was subjected to anymore spanking it would cross the threshold into nothing but pain with a tearful lack of any pleasure. I didn't want it again but I did want something from him. What I wanted was so unreal and unwise. "Say you're mine." He hissed at me before licking my cheek all the to my gaping mouth. "Say it." What felt like a venomous snake wrapping around me tightly was really the erection he had pressed against my side. If he hadn't have been fully clothed I would have felt a lot more threatened but there was still this perception of a loaded gun. At the moment I truly felt the words leave my mouth. "I'm yours, I'm yours." "That's right, you are." He squeezed my cheeks between his fingers. "Now... Show me your tongue." I opened my mouth modestly and he gave me a quick nip of a kiss, all tongue-on-tongue contact. He drew back only to spit into my mouth and repeat himself. His nasty little game of sucking face made me long for more intimate contact. If he'd have used that loaded gun on me, I would have dropped to my knees in front of him. Without a second thought, he pushed me back over the wooden rail and left me there which was a better alternative to another round of spanking. But I was curious about where he was going until I heard the dull whine of the chair accepting his weight and the jingle of a belt coming undone. I dared a look behind me to see what he was doing. "Turn back around, now." I snapped back into place facing the expanse of bed before me. The candles cast flickering shadows across the black sea of opulent silk and behind me a man was beginning to jack off, watching my damp and reddened ass from a chair that cost more than most people's whole bedroom sets. I wanted to look back but I didn't, lest I cause him any more reason to lash out at me. Somehow I did feel bad for having denied him for anyone else and as I listened to the sound of him stroking his cock behind me, I wanted even more to please him. His breathing was audible and the jingling of his belt only got louder as he went. His breathing was fragmented into nearly inaudible grunts to sounds of him panting. Fuck, I wanted to watch. It wasn't long until a silence of about two minutes fell before he stood up and walked towards me slowly. Each footstep made my blood pump faster. This time, instead of a smack on my ass I felt a stickiness being spread all over my rosy skin. He smeared me with his cum, rubbing it into my flesh like lotion, over my panties and down the backs of my thighs. He made a real show of it, even going as far as to rub his hand over my clothed pussy just once. "Stay right there." He ordered. He and I both knew that I would not go against his word but once he did up his pants and left the room I chanced a looked around. The chair behind me seemed like a mundane object and not where he had just been sitting, staring at me, running his hand over his cock until he came. I wasn't cemented to the bed rail. I wasn't about to get fucked raw. Everything about this was different to me. It was hard to peg every man but this guy went against anything I had expected. He was nothing like the rest of them. He was unpredictable and that was what scared me about him. Was this play or was this humorless in his eyes? I looked over at the brass plate and bristled at the wad of cash that had been there seemingly all along. Would he take it as a slight if I left it there? Of course, he would, I thought. It wouldn't be there if I wasn't supposed to take it. Minutes passed before I heard him coming up the corridor. I had pulled down the skirt of my dress over the drying mess he had left on me and picked up my clutch once more. When he came back to the door he had a lit cigarette between two fingers. "There will be a cab waiting outside to take you home." I nodded at him, unable to open my mouth to actually say anything. He took a long haul off the end of his cigarette, leaning and swaying against the door. "Did you learn your lesson tonight?" "Yes, sir," I replied, feeling meek. "Good girl."After that, he left me to show myself out.

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21st-century-daydreamer · 6 years ago

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This Stupid Little Thing Called Life. pt.2

Summary: 6 teenagers got kidnapped while on a trip across Europe. The reader finds out that it’s not just a usual kidnapping. That the world is not what she thought it was. The mundane girl got swept into the world S.H.I.E.L.D and H.Y.D.R.A.

Word Count: 3,731

Warnings: A little makeout, violence.

Pairing: Eventual Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, OC x Reader, Avengers x platonic!Reader

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Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

We manage to find some money with Vincent’s pickpocketing skills. At first, I thought we could go to the police, but we’re not sure who to trust anymore. Vincent found us a little motel for us to sleep in. We decided that we would take watch, he offered to be on the first watch but I told him that he’s done enough already and he needs to rest. I couldn’t sleep anyway. Don’t get me wrong my body felt like dying but I just can’t bring myself to close my eyes.

I sat on the twin bed that was closer to the bathroom staring at the mold invested celling, the realization that we’re out just hit me, but it doesn’t mean that they won’t go after us. From now on we’ll always be on the run. The sooner I accept that the better. I got up from my bed wondering what had changed from the world after two whole years. I peeked from the window and realized that I can’t really see the changes in a small town.

The sun had started to set and I could finally see the sunset again after two years, it’s things like this that I took for granted when I was free. The fresh air of the morning and the stars at night, I never thought how special they were until now. Tears escaped my eyes and in no time I started sobbing, out of happiness and pain at the same time. Suddenly the light started to flicker and out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the coffee table started floating. I turned around and every furniture in the room is floating and there was a blue hue or some kind of mist in the air. I gasped and all the furniture all fell down with a loud thud, thank God it wasn’t too high otherwise I could break all of them. But the thud woke Vincent up, “What the hell? Was there an earthquake?” he said groggily still half asleep.

“It was me, sorry...” I whispered. He sat up and rub his eyes, finally realizing that my eyes were bloodshot red. He walked up to me and cup my cheek with his hand. “Hey, we’re out. We’re safe.” he smiled softly. His hands were rough, I looked up to his brown eyes and felt safer for some reason. “They’ll come for us..” I said softly.

“I know, but I won’t let them hurt you again. Never again.” He pulled me into a hug. I stayed right there for a while, I haven’t been treated with such soft and gentle touches in 2 years, it was always pushing, beating, etc. I figured it was the same for him.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” I pulled away first.

He giggled “Right I forgot about that...” he continued “Well, it’s just that I was super tired and stuff you know.”

I found a towel and in the wardrobe, I haven’t even grabbed it yet but I can already smell the unpleasant smell of cigarettes. Why the hell does the towel smell like cigarettes? Well, I need to work with what I got so cigarette towel it is. The bathroom was not so bad, considering the price of this place. I turned on the shower, and I take back what I said about the bathroom being not so bad.

Even though I set it on hot, the water was ice cold. I shrieked and almost slipped in the shower. I heard the door burst open and the panic voice of Vincent, “Y/N? You okay?” thank God for the shower curtain. “Yeah sorry, turns out the hot water doesn’t work.” I sighed. “Did you break the door?” I asked him.

“No, you forgot to lock it.” Oops. “I’ll leave you to it then.” and he left.

Vincent was sitting on the edge of the bed when I got out of the shower. After we’re done cleaning up we realized that the only clothes we had were the one that we just stole on the way up here.

“Vincent we need to earn money and clothes and food. How are we gonna do that?” I asked him while sitting cross-legged on my bed.

“Like we just did, I’m gonna get us some clothes, and food and maybe burner phones and laptop.”

“You gonna steal all that?” I asked him.

“Well, we can’t exactly get a job can’t we?”

The next few weeks Vincent and I survived on stealing stuff. He taught me how to do it. On the second week of being out, Vincent already found a way to get us fake ids and some fake passports. Over those few weeks, we learned more and more about each other and we become closer. Vincent was an ex-military, he said that he got a better job offer from a private organization, that’s why he’s so good at this stuff. Well too good, his fighting skills and body counts piqued H.Y.D.R.A’s interest on him. That’s why they want him for the experiment. I couldn’t really judge for the body count part, considering I killed my own friends' and multiple other people that they threw at me. And in between our free times, he told me to learn to control my powers and we have a lot of free time. It’s not like we can go out and explore, we won’t risk it.

Tonight Vincent thought we don’t need to get out again because we got enough money for a couple of days to buy food and pay the room rent. Russia was cold at that time of years, I was freezing my ass off underneath a useless blanket. “You know I have higher body heat than most people,” he said. I contemplate for a second whether it’s gonna be awkward or not if went over to him. Fuck it I’m not freezing my ass off.

I went over to his bed and got under the cover. When I was doing so I realized that his hair was shorter, “Did you cut your hair?” I asked.

“Yeah, I found a pair of scissors,”

“You look great.”

I was still sitting down when I stopped moving, hoping that he got my signal that I don’t know what I should do.

“Here...” he pulled me down and put my head on his chest and his arms circle around me. He’s right, I’m so much warmer now. “Thank you.” I titled my head to look him in the eyes, and in that split second his eyes went to my lips. I didn’t realize what was going on until he planted his lips on mine. My mind went blank but I didn’t pull away. After a few seconds, I started giving in to the kiss. His lips were surprisingly soft against mine. We move in sync and it became more and more desperate as each second passes. He licked my lips and I opened my mouth letting him in. I let out a quiet moan as he did, and he flipped us so that he was hovering over me. His mouth went to my neck and I couldn’t think straight anymore because of his lips and his hands roaming around me.

“Hello, excuse me.” We heard a knock on the door and that’s when we were snapped out of it. He got up and walked towards the door with a gun in hand. How did he even get that? He puts his body to cover the gap from the door.

“How can I help you?” he asked.

“I think I accidentally bumped into your car when I parked outside, do you wanna take a look at it? I will pay for the damage,” he said with a thick Russian accent. “Yeah no it’s fine... just leave it be. Good night.” he closed the door and turned around “We need to leave.” he whispered. “Wha-” he puts his finger on his mouth silencing me and he put it to his ears, signaling that someone might be listening. “Listen that guy knocks on our door and miraculously knows that we speak English? Even though we’re in a small town in Russia and the car that he mention has a Russian plate? They found us.” I jumped out of the bed a put on jeans and jackets as fast as I can. I grabbed the duffel bag filled with things that we need on the run from the table. Vincent said that our thing must always be inside this bag so that if we ever need to flee we can do it in seconds. Our bathroom has a small window that can fit us individually but we need to work together, it’s situated pretty high on the wall. We escaped through there. We ran from the back and decided to go to the train station, We bought a ticket to a bigger city so that we can flee Russia from there. On the station, Vincent spotted some sketchy guys but we manage to avoid them.

We decided to stay in Vienna, we were pretty hidden there. Vincent did some dirty work here and there and manage to have enough money to rent a small apartment. It’s pretty basic the mattress was on the floor and we didn’t really have any furniture, we just had the ones that came with the apartment. With our fake credentials, we manage to get a job at a small underground club, 90 Proof. Vincent got a job as a mechanic. A few weeks into this job I realized that this job has its perks. The people that go here are not exactly ‘normal’, turned out that this club is just a cover for crimes syndicate activity from drugs, prostitution, and last but not least illegal human experimentation. One of the names that were circling around was Dr. Grerad Guirera. It wasn’t hard on collecting information off of drunk patrons. But no one really knows where he is. In 90 Proof I met with someone that would offer me jobs of heist even assassination, anonymously. After a couple month, I made a name for myself. They call me The Zircon. I don’t really know why, but I’m guessing it was because of the blue hues. I kept this a secret from Vincent, thinking that he was finally settling down after all the bullshit we went through. Little did I know that the mechanic was just a cover.

I was given instruction to take a package that was left by one of my client's men at the club. They told me it will be ready at 2 AM. But because I work there, I was already present when the drop happened. It was Vincent. I dragged him and the package to the bathroom, “Hey sweet...I was just visiting you at work, Surprise.” He smiled.

“Cut the bullshit, you’re working for one of my clients?”

“Clients? I thought you’re only a bartender?” I glared at him.

“And I thought you’re a mechanic.”

“Cats out of the bag now.”

“We’re gonna have a little talk at home.” I took the package and left.

“I’m dating the Zircon?” Vincent smiled to himself.

After my shift, I went home and had a very needed conversation with Vincent. “I’m doing this to get to Doctor Asshole, babe. That’s it. I want him to pay for everything he did.” I told him. He was pacing around the living room, back and forth. “Can you stop that. It’s giving me a headache. And technically we’re even, you also lied to me about your job.”

“Yeah, I heard what you did. I know you’re kicking ass or whatever, but you’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“Maybe you’re forgetting that you are not the only one who got training in that facility. I can do this. The sooner we get to him, the sooner I stopped all of this.” I wanted to settle down more than anything, but I couldn’t rest until he’s dead. Not only because of my grudge against the asshole but he won’t stop hunting us.

“Fine! But I’m coming with you with every mission.” he proposed.

“NO! My clients ask for one assailant, not two. What if words get out that it was two? What about the guys you’re working for. I don’t have any loyalty to anyone, but you do.” For me, mercenary work is better, no strings or loyalty shit.

“I’ll kill them, they’re asshole anyway,” he said simply with a smile.

“You can’t kill an entire cartel or whatever they are. Are you insane? If even one escape-” he cuts me off.

“Sweets,” he pulled me in his embrace. “You’re forgetting that you’re not the only one with powers here.” He smirked. That smirk of his, I can’t help but smile.

“Fine... you cannot let even one escape.” He nodded. “And do it after I got the payment alright?”

“If I’m going to kill them we might just steal from them too right?”

“Careful okay... If you die, I’ll kill you.”

“What?” He laughed and gave me a peck.

And afterward, we got a lot of resources and ammo. We started working together and started receiving clients from the web. We’ve been taking missions that might lead to doctor asshole but nothing ever came out of it.

2011

After years of doing those shit, our name was a household name in the underworld but we’re getting frustrated. Vincent got more and more ruthless with every kill, he no longer has any regards for civillian casualty. For him, they’re just collateral. He’s no longer the man that I loved. But who am I to judge, I’m not exactly a saint myself. I’ve lost count to how many body counts I have. I didn’t only kill men but women too. Vincent is rougher now, in every way possible. Not that I’m complaining but I’m worried that this was permanent. I know that blood lust is a dangerous addiction and hard to cure.

The more our name got out there, the more people know. Words on the street is that some big organization was looking for us. All I got was the name, SHIELD. Vincent and I got an assassination mission, our opening was a charity gala in Germany that our target threw. He was the head of a technology company, George Benn. I guess he had an enemy in the business.

“Why can’t we just blow the whole place up?” Vincent said while munching on his chips. “We can’t because that means more casualty and more investigation on shit that means...”

“More exposure for us” he finished my sentence. He laid on his back on the hotel bed. He let out a long sigh. I moved from the table and straddled him, “Why the long face baby?” I asked him.

“I just wanna kill him, for everything that he did to you...” he looked up at me. “You know what I wanna kill all of his friends everyone he holds dear...”

“Vincent they’re innocent, Guirera did this,” I asked him with concern.

“I want him to feel what you feel.”

“I know, but they don’t deserve it.” he thinks that he’s doing this for me, but what he didn’t realize is that this blood lust, this ambition will eat him alive.

“I don’t care.”

“VINCENT!”

“What?”

“They don’t deserve that. I know that your doing this for me, but don’t be like them, Vincent. Don’t let this consume you.”

“Whatever, come here.” He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down to meet his lips. And with that, the problem was lost. I rolled my hips a little and that earn a little groan from him. I smirked and did it again. “You little minx.” He flipped us over and he hovers on top of me. Let’s just say the mission planning was forgotten.

The day of the gala, I got my hand on a neurotoxin that can leave no trace on the victim’s body. I wore a black body fitting gown, I was curling my hair on the bathroom when suddenly I got this gut-wrenching feeling out of nowhere. “Baby you re-” he walked inside the bathroom, “DAMN...”

“No...stop. We’re not doing that.” I warned him.

“Do what?” he walked closer and closer to me.

“Vincent!”

“Fine..but after.”

I turned around towards the mirror again and sigh, “What’s wrong baby?” he wraps his arms around my waist from behind me. I met his eyes in the mirror, “I have this feeling in my gut Vincent like something bad is gonna happen.”

“Babe this is like a walk in the park for us okay... This is so damn simple, nothing is gonna happen okay.” he kissed the top of my head.

“But this is the same feeling that I got before I was taken. Vincent something is up.”

“Y/n nothing’s gonna happen... I promise you, we’re gonna finish this and head back, alright?” he assured me.

When we arrive at the gala, I walked around talking to people. And finally, I saw George. I took two glasses of champagne from Vincent that was posing as a waiter. One of them is laced with the neurotoxin, it would start to work for 30 minutes, with no warning signs. It was the perfect toxin. It gave him time to eat something else so that they won’t be suspicious of the champagne. It went smoothly, he didn’t even seem suspicious over anything. Well, maybe he was too distracted by the cleavage of my dress to notice anything.

I signaled Vincent that we’re done. He didn’t respond over the earpiece.

“Vincent,” I called him again, no response again. My panic mode set in, I walked toward the kitchen and saw it was deserted. “Vincent,” I called out his name.

“Hello, little thing... Nice to see you again, after what? A year? Let me tell you, you and your boyfriend here are good. But then again we did train you didn’t we?” It was Guirera.

“Where is he? What did you do to him?” My hands started glowing blue. My gut was right.

“Careful with that, you want him alive, don’t you? Vincent is just another experiment, we have dozens like him, but you? You’re one of a kind.” He walked closer.

“Come with us and he’ll live.”

One of his goon brought him with a collar in his neck. “Oh that... yeah, he can’t use his power anymore.” He kicked the back of his knees and he went down. His goons pulled out a huge knife and put it on his chest. I tried to hurt the man with the knife, he started groaning. “ You killed any of us they’ll explode the chip that we implanted on his neck.” He showed me his tablet with the controller. “Fine,” I said. They put the same collar around my neck. And they brought a small glass jail cell and put me in there. “Gamma-ray... You’ll be useless in 10 minutes.” The moment I stepped foot in there, I lost my footing.No matter what I’ll always protect him even if I have to go back. “Sir, SHIELD is here.” A man walked into the kitchen.

“Well..kill him.” he turned around and left.

“NO!” They plunged the knife into his heart. “NO!” I banged on the glass as hard as I can. “Please no...Vincent!!!” They dragged his body away.

The man behind my cell started to cover my cell with a tarp and I felt the cell moving. It was cramped in there, as I hugged my knees to my chest crying in the pitch black cell... I remembered everything that we did. Suddenly I felt my cell fell forward and I face planted. I heard gunshots through outside.

Someone opened the tarp, but I don’t even care anymore. “I think I found her,” he said.

I turned around and see a suit of armor. Tony Stark, what the hell is he doing here. He brought the cell up again, I kept my position crouching and leaning on the glass wall. A man with an eye patch walked in as Stark was opening the cell door. “Don’t!” he said.

“Whatever HYDRA did there, it contained her power. She can’t hurt anyone. Take her.” They took me in my cell dragging me towards the back door. I saw his blood when we passed it. And after that, my body just collapsed into darkness.

3rd person POV

Fury stared at the unconscious girl in the infirmary. He hides his emotion well, Maria Hill that stood next to him couldn’t pinpoint whether her boss wanted the girl to be executed, imprisoned, or taken as an asset. She reviewed her files once more and saw the horror that she went through, that made her understands why she did what she did for a split second. But crime is a crime. Natasha came inside the viewing room, “that’s the HYDRA’s asset? She’s really young.” Natasha asked him.

“Y/N Y/L/N. 21 year old. Taken when she was just 17,” he said.

Hill gave Natasha the folder and she read it. “Jesus Nick, she went through a lot. We’re gonna need one hell of a psychiatrist in the F.R.I.D.G.E. (shield special containment facility).” She said.

“Why is there a cat in there?” She saw an orange cat sleeping next to the unconscious girl.

“We’re not sending her to the FRIDGE.” he replied.

“What?” Hill was confused.

“Goose likes her.” he simply answered.

“Then where are you gonna put her? She needs a lot of supervision and interrogation. The chances are the world security council will want her locked up after the interrogation, even if they decided not to they will assign her at least a level 7 agents to supervise her.” Maria argued.

“I’ll take her.” Tony walked in.

“You are not level 7. You’re technically a consultant for shield.” Maria said.

“Alright, she’s staying in your Miami house?” Fury asked.

“Sir.” Maria tried to argue.

“Nope, Director’s order,” Tony said.

A/N Hey guys... For some reason my story won’t show up on tags so... please help reblog this post so that more people can see them. And I know it’s kind of a long wait to see some of the characters but I promise you that after this chapter a lot of familiar faces are gonna be main. This is my first series and I hope you guys like it.

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the-fiction-witch · 7 years ago

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True Love

MOVIE: MAZE RUNNER AU COUPLE: NEWT X READER RATING: SMUTISH

When I got off the bus with Newt we wondered off to his house he unlocked the door and let me go inside “Yeah Uh…my dad’s going to be at work for the next couple hours, if you’re hungry we can get food” he says going to the little cookie jar on the table and getting a few notes out of it

“I’m okay for now Newt” I smile “Come on lets go up” I smile starting to go up towards his bedroom and he went locking up the front door again before following me up the stairs I went into his room putting my bag down at the bottom of his bed and sitting on his bed as there was really nowhere else to sit it was the bed or…trying to sit on the floor there was really no other space the rest is taken up by clothes and hand me down furniture from boot sales and such like none of it matching at all the bed had a little ladder on it where it used to be up to be a bunk bed but with a computer under it but it had been cut down so you could just about crawl under it with enough space to just move around so u had to either use the ladder or jump onto the bed so I jump even if the slats under it creak and move as I do he was up not to long after me shutting his bedroom door having to try a couple times where it didn’t really shut properly and he blushed a little at me

“Sorry it’s a shit whole in here” he smiles trying to clean up a bunch of clothes and empty packets from the floor

“Newt” I laugh “You think I care” I laugh

“Well…still” he shrugs cleaning stuff up and I laugh laying back a bit more and I felt something poking my arm so turned and I saw a little bit of paper sticking out from under his mattress so I pulled it out and had a look it was a magazine not the normal sort of car or film magazine you could buy anywhere a magazine you would have to….ask for specifically but he snatched it out my hand burying it in one of his draws

“Come on Newt, I’m not an idiot” I laugh

“I know…” he blushed both his cheeks going a little pink

“Newt what’s the matter? It’s not like the first time I’ve been in your room and found something of yours” I smirk pulling him to sit on the bed with me

“I know, it’s just this is the first time you’re in my room as …my girlfriend” he smiles sitting with me properly in bed

“So…it’s still me” I giggle

“I know, It’s still just you” he smiles “Y/n?” he asks me

“Yeah?” I ask him

“Please don’t kick me in the nuts for this” he says

“why would i-“ I begin before he turned and kissed me I sat in panic for a moment before he stopped

“you’re not angry at me?” he asked rather confused

“Of course not Newt you’re my boyfriend” I shrug

“Your hairs going yellow…I haven’t seen it do that for years” he laughed “do…you like kissing me?” he asked carefully tapping my hand with his finger and I nod moving to kiss him he instantly melted into the kiss kissing me back slowly and simply the only sound in the whole room our lips locking together over and over his hand slowly sliding up from my hand up my arm and going to my waist so I kiss him a bit harder and he puts his other hand on my waist too as our kiss got deeper “Umm Y/n” he groans pushing me down to laid on his bed with him laid with me still a fair amount of space between us so I move my hands to his chest feeling his skinny body slowly pushing off his over shirt as we kiss he stops me and takes it off himself after a couple seconds tossing it down to his floor without even leaving my lips so I moved a little closer to him still kissing till I felt his hand moving up from my waist

“Going a little high there Newt” I say between kisses and his hands quickly went back to my waist again

“Sorry” he mumbles between kisses we kept our slow sweet kisses for a long time till I felt his hands moving down from my waist

“Going a little Low Newt” I smirk pulling away

“Sorry” he says quickly returning his hands to my waist I just look at him a bit annoyed before returning to kissing him and he happily kissed back his hands sliding to the small of my back as he got a little closer as our kiss continued till his hand began to slide down from the small of my back making me pull away

“Newt!” I complain

“Sorry, sorry” he says quickly taking his hands away from me completely “I feel like a reporter in a war zone” he sighs “why?” I giggle

“I’m trying to bloody explore and every time I try I find a mine field” he sighs

“Well no exploring, we’ve only been together a week Newt” I laugh

“I know, I don’t really know what else to with my hands when we’re kissing” he complains

“Just find somewhere and stay there” I laugh “like I do” I laugh

“Y/n, I might be trying to work around very large and active mine fields but…you kinda going with like a relaxing desert Island” he laughs

“Why?” I giggle

“Because you can explore all you like and you’re not going to find anything dangerous” he laughs

“Really” I smirk pulling him back to kissing him letting my hands go anywhere they could get

“Ummmm Y/n” he groans grabbing my waist tightly his fingers rubbing my hips as we kiss and gripping harder every time I got somewhere fun “Uhh Y/n Baby” He groans moving and sitting onto of me

“Newt, what about your dad?” I ask in panic

“He won’t be hour for another hour, and he never comes up here anyway” he says very excited “What’s the matter Y/n? Don’t you want me?” he smirked kissing my neck

“Of course I do just…not tonight Newt” I explain sitting up forcing him to move away from me

“I know you want to” he smirks

“shut up” I sigh moving and flipping us over so I was sat over him and he went bright pink staring at me sat over him so I smirked kissing him as passionately as we had been earlier slipping my hands under his shirt feeling up his lanky torso as we kiss his hands sat on my hips but slowly sliding up my skin pushing my shirt as he got further up

“Newt…what’s going on?” a voice came from the door so I quickly moved to be laid beside him and Newt sat up in panic as his dad was stood at the door

“Uhh Oh nothing dad” he says I sighed

“Okay…Is uhh Y/W/n, Y/W/N…Y/W/N” he struggles

“Y/n” Newt sighs

“Is your girlfriend staying for dinner?” his das sighed

“Were gonna order in don’t worry about us” Newt shrugged

“Alright…but lock your door, I don’t want to walk in on something worse next time” his dad sighs wondering off downstairs and I could just hear him mumble “My son is getting laid more than me” he sighs

“Now where were we?” Newt smirks trying to kiss me

“Sorry Newt, I’m not in the mood anymore” I sigh

“Oh Y/n” he complains

“Come on I want food” I laugh jumping off his bed

“Fine, use my laptop order us some food” he tells me as he sighs laying on his bed so I sigh grabbing his laptop from the side and sitting on one of his chest of draws “password?” I ask

“Your name” He shrugs

“Awww Cute” I laugh typing my name into the password box but it came up wrong “It says I’m wrong” I sigh

“Your full name or your short name?” he asks

“Full” I sigh

“No short name Y/n, it’s what I call you” He laughs so I sigh typing that in but it says I’m wrong again

“I’m wrong” I sigh

“give it here” he laughs so I hand him the laptop “don’t go all stressed it’s okay” He laughs fluffing my hair as he typed in some keys and handed me it back” there you go” he laughs so I sat back with it going to order us food

“What is it exactly then?” I smirk

“Your name, but with a little extra” He smiles

“Oh what?” I ask as I search though trying find what I want to eat

“Y/n Darling” he smirks leaning his head off the bed to look at me upside down making me look up “Yes, you responded, that’s your pet name now forever” he laughs

“I hate you” I sigh

“I know darling” he laughs so I hand him the laptop letting him get what he wants “Okay all done…got to go get it in five minutes” he says

“Okay, I’ll go get it if you want take me five minutes to walk there” I suggest

“Alright” he sighs giving me all the money he got from the tin earlier “get us a little something from the shop if you’re going” he says so I put the cash away and grab my bag and his keys from the table “Y/n?” he says as I go to the door

“Yeah?” I laugh

“I don’t want you to go” he sighs

“I’ll be ten minutes” I smile giving him a sweet kiss but he pulled me closer deepening our kiss till I push him away “Later Newt” I laugh giving him another kiss and going to the door

“Later Y/n darling” he smirks

“Oh shut up” I laugh going down the stairs and out the door off down the street to the take away not to far down the road it was empty I went in and said Newt’s full name and they went back to get it for me once the guy brought it though he handed it to me and I gave him the cash and I quickly left, no more words exchanged the guys who work there know me and Newt we order from there at least one or twice a month when we were younger we had an account with them when we would pay them at the end of the month for any food we had ordered during the month back when we both used to just get a monthly allowance and I went down a little more to the little shop getting a few chocolate bars and sweet packets and a couple little bottles of well…cocktail ingredients we both hated store bought alcohol it just tastes cheap and nasty so we would always just get lots of little things and make our own

“ID honey” he asked so I sighed getting my ID from my purse and showing him it he looked it over and shrugged so I put it back and handed him the cash before going off back towards Newt’s having to mix the little bottle around the bags and such so they wouldn’t chink as I walked down the street luckily the door was still unlocked so I went in running up to Newt’s room and shutting the door behind me putting out dinner and shopping on the side before turning to see him laid in his bed in just his boxers

“Hi Y/n” he smirked

“Hello” I sigh “been like that since I left?” I ask

“Yep” he smirked

“Still not happening Newt I’m hungry” I laugh taking my food and siting with him on his bed “How many times did your dad walk in with you mostly naked?” I laugh

“Twice...he once thought i was hiding a naked you under my bed” he laughs sitting up and giving me a kiss and grabbing his food

“What did you say ?” i laugh

“that you went for food” he sighs “ow....Ow..........Ow” he complains

“Newt dont sit the food on you...its like red hot you’ll burn yourself” I tell him moving his food box to the side and gently rubbing the red section of his chest where he had been balancing it

“Do you actually care if I’m slightly hurt or did you just wanna feel me up?” he smirks

“Fine..be like that and I wont make you feel better” I laugh removing my hand and sitting eating my food putting the shop stuff under the bed “give me a chip” I ask trying to take one from him

“bugger off there mine” he laughs pushing my hand away

“Ohhh Come on Newt” I beg

“What’s the magic word?” he laughs

“Please newtie” I giggle

“Good girl” he smirks giving me a kiss and putting a couple little chips in my box

“Thank you” I laugh and we just sat for a while not saying much to each other eating our food once we where done I grabbed some of the bottles and sat them in bed with us

“You know it’s not fair I’m basically nude..and your sat around in full dress” he laughs so I sigh getting up and stripping to just my bra and panties luckily I had thought of this happening tonight so I had warn matching underwear and my more sexy pair red and mostly see though except the very Sexy parts of me and sitting back on the bed with him “Okay.......you are coming here” he smirks grabbing my waist and making me lay down with him so I laid beside him laying my head on his chest snuggling closely to him the two of us sharing one of the bottles we got passing it between us as we cuddle “This...It true love” he smirks giving the top of my head a kiss

“what? sitting in our underwear drinking and snuggling” I laugh

“Yeah...just us sitting and snuggling up in our underwear and drinking till we get tipsy” he smirks

“yeah so four bottles for me half for you newt” I laugh

“Bugger off love” He laughs after a while I got much closer to him and I was pretty sure he had fallen asleep just letting my hands go all over him to explore anything I could “Ummm...someones got back int he mood” He laughs

“yeah” I giggle sitting ontop of him again and giving him a few sweet little kiss and his hands going all over me too till I jumped off him and went to the door

“Uhhh Darling...Come ON!” He complains very frsutrated now

“Relax” I laugh moving his bedside table to be in front of the door so it couldn’t be opened “Just locking the door” I giggle before getting back on him and returning to kissing him

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tinapaulick · 6 years ago

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In Part 1 of my Interrailing in Germany series I gave some advice on how to travel around Germany, with specific tips for travelers with vision impairments. This post is about our brief stay in Frankfurt am Main, the starting point of our trip. We decided to start in Frankfurt because Ryanair offers cheap flights to Frankfurt Hahn. All I knew about the city was that it is the financial capital of Germany, so we expected modern skyscrapers. There are definitly a lot of glass and steel buildings, but Frankfurt also has an old-style main square and interesting history.

Getting There and Accomodation

It is an almost hour bus journey from Frankfurt Hahn Airport to Frankfurt city. The main airport is closer but also more expensive to fly to. I booked one bus ticket for €15 online from the website of the bus company Flibco. I emailed the customer support copies of my ticket and my German travel pass and recieved the second ticket for free. Getting a free „assistant“ ticket was not offered on the website, but I usually ask anyway. The bus leaves only once an hour and we only got it because the special assistance at the airport skipped the queues with us. The journey to Frankfurt along the river Main is quite scenic in parts and brought us right into the city centre near the train station.

View from the bus crossing the Main

Where to Stay

We got a double room in the Easy Hotel Frankfurt City Centre for €50. The location was definitely central, which also made it a bit noisy. The onsuite room was tiny but clean enough, which is all you can expect for that price. The staff were helpful and we could lock our suitcases in the store room after check out.

Getting Used to the City

After check-in we went out to get a feel for Frankfurt. The area around the main train station is probably not the best place to be. There are a lot of small shops and takeaways. We used our canes most of the time and never had any problems. Frankfurt is a multicultural city. We heard a lot of Turkish being spoken on the streets and our noses led us to a kebab place. Most kebabs in Germany are really good quality.

The Main Train Station

What are all these people doing here?

With over 700,000 inhabitants Frankfurt is a large city, but I thought there where unusually large numbers of people in bars and on the streets. I forgot to bring toothpaste, so we decided to find a shop. There is a massive crossing outside the main train station, which is really confusing for people with vision impairments. We asked another pedestrian for help and finally made it to Königsstráße, the main shopping street and google maps directed us to the next supermarket.

Inside it was as if the whole country would soon run out of beer and crisps. The cashier kept shouting „next, next“ at the top of his voice. He wasn’t going to help us in our quest for toothpaste, so we went further into the shop to try and find it ourselves. Germans are normally helpful enough, but when they want something (in this case obviously alcohol) they can be ruthless. We wondered around for a while, touching random items to see what they were, when an older guy in a white tank top asked us if we needed help. It turned out the shop didn’t sell toothpaste, but he helped us to get water without gas, which can be hard to find in Germany. While cueing, I asked the guy in German why everywhere was so packed and he told me, that the Frankfurt Soccer team was playing against Munich in Berlin tonight. They didn’t expect to win, but it was a reason to party anyway. We had managed to arrive on one of the busiest nights of the year, but we couldn’t have known that, since we have no interest in Soccer. The cashier still behaved like a drill Sergeant and I was relieved to get out of the shop. In the end the guy who had already helped us even walked with us all the way back to the train station and showed us a drugstore where we finally got our toothpaste. We decided to go back to the hotel to rest and to use our toothpaste for which we had fought so hard.

Breakfast

We usually don’t avail of the breakfast buffet at budget hotels. I would have to go really close to the food to see what’s on offer and people sometimes complained that I smelled the food. In the past I just grabbed random items from the platters and hoped for the best. Now, I ask staff for help and usually they are helpful. Still, the breakfast is continental and I would not pay more than €8 for it unless I’m very hungry or stuck for time. There are lots of excellent bakeries in Germany where you can get two fancy roles, 2 strong cups of coffee and a slice of cake to share for €10. Every larger train station has a bakery with seating.

Healthy Breakfast

“Free” Walking Tour

The best way to get a feel for an unfamiliar city is to go on a Hop on hop off bus tour or a guided walk. Sitting in a car makes me sleepy and I find things move past the window too fast, so I can’t see them properly, never mind taking pictures. We are huge fans of free walking tours. They are a great way to experience a city without having to figure out where to go next and having to google what the buildings around us are. Free walking tour means that there is no fixed rate per ticket. At the end of the tour people decide how much money they want to give depending how they found the tour. I think that is a fair concept. In our experience the guide makes sure we don’t lose the group, either because they are nice or because they haven’t got paied yet. For some tours you can book free of charge online, but most people simply show up. Finding the meeting point can be a bit of a challenge depending on the directions on the website, but it’s not as risky as paying for a tour in advance and than not finding it.

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Red Lights and Skyscrapers

Benjamin our guide was from Frankfurt and he spoke fluent German, Spanish and English. I think one of his parents was from South America. He got us interested in a city that is mainly known for it’s airport, banking and the red light district. By the way, the red light district with its sex shops is a bit of a tourist attraction in itself now. It is policed, and prostitution is regulated.

The banking quarter with its shiny glass and steel high rise buildings is only a few blocks away from the red light district. The architecture here looks very American, which is why Frankfurt is also called Mainhattan, after the river Main that divides it. After the Second World War the US dominated not only the West German economy but also the building style.

One of the most famous sky scrapers is the 150m high Euro Tower housing the European Central Bank. The free-standing Euro sign in front of it is probably the most photographed attraction in Frankfurt. There has been a competition among companies who built and occupied the tallest building in Frankfurt. At present this “title” is held by the Commerce Bank Tower. With a Hight of 260m it is the second highest building in the European Union, but not in Europe.

Euro Sign outside the Euro Tower

Stolpersteine

Benjamin showed us Stolpersteine (Stumbling stones), which can be found in different locations in various German and European cities. Stolpersteine are stone plaques to commemorate Jewish citizens who were deported and in most cases killed during the Nazi regime. The stones are placed in the pavement outside the person’s former house and contain information about their life story. To me the message of this project is much more powerful than conventional monuments. It highlights the victim’s individuality and links them to the place where they lived. People can come across one when they least expect it. So have a look out for them when you visit Frankfurt or another city in Germany.

The New Old Town

Our walking tour ended in the Neue Altstadt (New Old Town). This area with its half-timbered houses and churches provides another stark contrast to the banking quarter. It is called the new old town, because the majority of the houses were only built between 2012 and 2018. The original market square and its neighboring streets were completely destroyed during the 1944 air raid on Frankfurt. In the 1970s modern buildings were built instead. Some of the new houses are reconstructs of the originals. It’s a lovely square and we listened to a Glockenspiel (Chime). There are also little figurines coming in and out of the top window of the tower similar to a cuckoo clock, but we both could not see them.

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There was a great atmosphere in the city, because as I mentioned earlier the local soccer team had surprisingly beaten Munich and the team was due to return home for celebrations at the main square. However, we did not want to be in the middle of a crowd in an unfamiliar city so we made our way back to the train station.

Lunch and an Unusual Complement

We had lunch at Feinkost Paradies. It was near the shop Goldexchange on Kaiserstraße where we had met earlier for the walking tour. We wondered in to ask if this was the right place and the owner sold us delicious Turkish apple tea for a very good price. We had a chat and he told us that for him Frankfurt is a great place to live and very few people were racist towards his family. He was very helpful and said my eyes have a beautiful colour. Some women might find that creepy, but I think it’s a nice compliment. Part of my eye condition is called Nystagmus, which means that my eyes cannot focus properly and move around. Sometimes people stare at me, making me feel very self-conscious. I was thrilled that for the first time someone remarked on the grey-blue color of my eyes, rather than pointing out that there was something “wrong” with them.

Fazit

We enjoyed our stay in Frankfurt. The city has more to offer than two airports and good rail connections. Unfortunately, we did’t get a chance to walk along the river Main, so we would like to come back. We recommend spending one or two days in Frankfurt. Other towns near by worth visiting are Marburg and Heidelberg.

Interrailing in Germany – Part 2: Frankfurt am Main In Part 1 of my Interrailing in Germany series I gave some advice on how to travel around Germany, with specific tips for travelers with vision impairmen…

#Accessibility #City Break #Frankfurt #Germany #History #Interrailing #Sightseeing #Travel #Walking Tour

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kindly-creatot · 8 years ago

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memories to daydreams pt1

ahahahahahah. so that idea about danny being a live-in boyfriend? wrote it. or well, part of it cause i’m ngl, it’s gonna be a chapter fic. lmao rip me

pt1-pt2-

Vlad was lonely. There was no denying it, he was too old to even think about denying it to anyone. Pushing closer to 'lifetime bachelor' and further from 'workaholic' than he'd actually wanted lately had the man thinking about just hiring someone off the internet to come and stay with him to keep him company and… well, Vlad was not going to force anyone to do anything they didn't want to, but he had urges. He was only human.

No, no. It would be a stupid idea to indulge in, Vlad thought to himself as he stared out the windows of the home office he worked in. Well, really he just sat here at the expensive desk until someone sent him something to sign off on or get a green light to start something. It was a maudlin way that his employees felt they needed in order to keep him 'busy'.

He lets out a sigh and spins his chair back to the dark computer screen before he makes his decision and stands. He pulls on his suit jacket just as his (poor bored) assistant walks in.

"Uhm, sir?" Desiree looked confused for a moment and Vlad could understand why, it was only noon. "Where are you going?"

"Ah, I figured I would grab my own lunch and then take the day for myself. Would you like the day off too? It must be dreadfully boring working for me," he chuckles and his assistant can't help the small smile on her face but nods anyways.

"If you say so, sir. I was just going to let you know I was going down the street to that little Italian place for lunch," she thinks for a moment and Vlad fidgets. "Would you like to come along? I'm sure the girls won't mind at all,"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose-"

"Nonsense! You'd be a wonderful addition to the lunch party," she assured the older man with a wide grin and grabs his arm in hers but Vlad feels wary at the moment. Like he just got thrown into something he didn't know about yet. -----

The group of women he was seated with for lunch, Vlad would equate to a pack of hyenas. The laughing and cacophony of noise that they made almost grated on his ears. They were as welcoming as his assistant had said and Vlad was grateful for that.

"So, Mr. Masters," one of the younger women, Ember if Vlad remembered correctly, looked him over as she lifted her glass of wine to her blue lips. "You got anyone special? Someone at home, warming your bed tonight?"

"Ember!" Desiree called out, she looked offended for Vlad and the man was struck with such a feeling of friendship for the woman at the moment. "You cannot just ask that! We're at lunch,"

"So? If he wasn't here, we'd already be talking about our partners," Ember laughs as Desiree blushes.

"This is my boss, okay? Be respectful," she tries once more before another girl pipes in.

"Okay, but seriously. Do you have anyone in your life, Mr. Masters?" This one is a shy looking girl, light hair braided to one side and wearing what he thought was a peasant blouse, Dora he thinks her name is that.

"Oh, no. I, uhm, I've been focused on my work for so long that I am afraid I have neglected that idealistic home life," Vlad admits to them and the girls just stare for a second before bursting into what Vlad only knows as 'cooing'. That is a sound that does grate on his ears and all he can do is give an awkward smile to the girls. "I am afraid that there is not much to talk about when it comes to my romantic life. This morning I'd had the ridiculous thought of hiring someone to be a sort of 'live-in boyfriend or girlfriend'. As if anyone would ever do that!" Vlad laughed at his own idea as did the women at the table. He smiles when they all calm down and they start chatting again easily. Vlad offers to pay for everyone's lunch that day.

He leaves the lunch in a good spirit and feeling ready for the long weekend alone. -----

Monday comes soon enough and the older man is glad to see his assistant already at her desk and looking over, what Vlad presumes are, e-mails.

"Good morning, Desiree," He calls out as he passes by her.

"Ah, Mr. Masters! Good, uh, good morning," he gives her a glance as he stops at his office doors. She was smiling nervously at him but Vlad doesn’t know if she wants a man like him to pry into it so he smiles back and walks to his desk. It's all very normal and humdrum to begin with. Letters for the company, some expenses and new notifications about products from other sellers, a letter for Vlad to attend a banquet.

Sometimes when they include a plus one invitation it feels mocking.

He sets that all aside to turn on the computer, settling in his chair easily. The day wasn't going to be all that bad, he knew because most people avoided doing any real work on Mondays. He was hoping for an almost empty inbox for his emails, honestly. Maybe he could take another half day and-

'ping! ping! ping! ping!'

Maybe not, he thought to himself. Various emails were flooding into his account and Vlad had half a mind to believe them all to be from some sort of virus or some such, until he read the subject lines on some.

"Application for Potential Live-In Boyfriend? Live-In Girlfriend?!" Was this some sort of joke? How would someone have gotten this kind of an ide-

Ohhhh. Vlad looks to the door way pf his office, cracked open the slightest so Desiree would be able to hear him no matter if he spoke up or softly.

"DESIREE," she pokes her head just the slightest into the doorway.

"Yes, sir?" she smiles but it looks like she's worried. Vlad thinks she should be.

"What the hell is the meaning of this?" He moves the screen to show the inbox to her.

(372) Unread INBOX "Ah, well… See, uhm," Vlad brings a hand to his temples, feeling a headache coming on. "The girls wanted to, you know, bring your idea to life? There's an actual application and everything," she leans over to pull up one of the latest emails and opens the file to show the attached application to Vlad. It's in depth and lists all sorts of information.

"I should fire you," he states with a frown and Desiree freezes for a second and Vlad can see the tears welling up in her eyes. "But you are the best damn assistant I have ever had so… I thank you for caring but please, no more of these ideas, okay?" With that he shoo-s her back to her desk and she spouts 'thank you' a few times at him weepily. She had left the email open and Vlad takes a look at the one she pulled up with a sigh.

Daniel J. Fenton, age 20, black hair and blue eyes, college student working as a barista… it was not that this Daniel character was impressive but Vlad was curious to see just how in depth this application went and how much information these people were willing to give up for this sham. At least there was a simple 'about me' paragraph that Vlad could read easily.

My name is Danny, I work full-time and go to school full-time for my Astrobiology degree. I'm not looking for a handout, but if you really are looking for someone to keep you company, I'd ask for only tuition money. I would love to stop working at the Coffee Palace (yeah, the name sucks I know) and focus on my studies. This is probably a sham though so I don't expect much from this. (Sorry, but it's too good to be true that a famous billionaire like Vlad Masters doesn’t have a bunch of woman/men hanging off his every word.)

It rambles on for a bit, there was even another attached document to the email entitled 'More About Me' that Vlad had to laugh at. The audacity that this, this child would think that Vlad would open another file simply to know about him was hilarious to the man.

He clicked open the file anyways.

#pompous pep #danny phantom #danny fenton #vlad masters #danny fenton/vlad masters #fanfic #my writing

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delkios · 8 years ago

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Date Crasher (DC TV)

Two in one night? What zaniness is this? I blame having to go grocery shopping for giving me time to dwell more on the previous fic.

Title: Date Crasher Fandom: DC TV Rating: PG-13 Word Count: 898 Characters: Len, Mick, Barry Summary: Barry has the weirdest super villain encounter to date. It had been a hectic day among a hectic week. That's the excuse Barry had for not thinking about why these particular criminals would show up at this particular place and, though he'd never ask, would probably be the same excuse Cisco and Caitlin would use for not doing the same before telling him about it. In a blur of red and lightning, Barry stood next to the villainous pair, hands on his hips, "What are you two up to?" Heatwave was scowling at him. Not his usual scowl, all wild and uncontrolled but the kind of scowl that, if he didn't have super powers, Barry would've honestly been in fear of his life. Cold's own expression was hard and icy. "You're interrupting a date, if you must know," even as a drawl the words came out biting.

It was also an answer Barry had not been expecting. "A... date?" Which, okay- given they were in a casual dining-type restaurant at a table for two, he supposed he could see that. They were even dressed normally. Or at least without the jackets and goggles and their respective guns. Actually, now that Barry was really looking at them, Cold had on a pair of khakis and a polo shirt while Heatwave had ripped jeans and a stained, worn t-shirt on. "Why are you dressed like that?" "Not that it's any of your business," Cold said, as if talking to a particularly annoying child, "but Mick here is a mechanic and a single father while I'm the teacher of his struggling but earnest child, both of us failing to pretend we're not horribly attracted to each other." Barry stared. "What?" "It's called roleplay, Scarlet. I would assume you, of all people, are familiar with it." "But... why?" "Variety's the spice of life," Heatwave finally spoke up, "now piss off." "Being super villains isn't spice enough for you?" "We roleplay that in bed often enough, switching it up keeps things interesting," Cold drawled. "Though, now that I think about, we haven't done role reversal yet, have we?" He hummed, reaching out to stroke at his partner's hand. "I'm pretty sure you could fit in my parka." Heatwave twisted his hand around, grabbing at Cold's, expression less murderous and more fond. "You'd look so damn good firing my heat gun." Barry gave a horrified shudder, "Oh god- don't say things like that in front of me!" Heatwave's scowl was back. "What, you some kinda homophobe?" A couple nearby patrons gave Barry dark looks. "What? No- I'm not- it isn't- sometimes- I can like guys, too!" He slapped a hand over his face because of course that would be how the Flash announces he's bi- as a spluttering mess to two super villains while they're on a date. "I'm much happier not knowing the specifics of my villains' sex lives, thank you." "If you weren't interrupting our date, that wouldn't be an issue." Cold said, just short of a sneer. "I can't just go! You two are just going to cause trouble the moment I turn my back!" "One, neither of us currently have outstanding warrants." As Cold said that, Heatwave raised a breadstick in a toast with a smug grin. "Two, we can't be arrested on the assumption we'll do something illegal without evidence we're actually planning something and if you attack us unprovoked, we will sue." He dropped his voice, low and dangerous. "Which, given I know who you are, you probably don't want to have happen." Cold went back to normal volume as Barry gulped. "Three, we're roleplaying people without criminal backgrounds. That means neither of us are carrying any kind of weapon, we're fully intending on paying for our meal and we even have valid- though fake -IDs." "But..." Barry waved his arms vaguely, "you're bad guys." "Bad guys don't spend every waking moment kicking puppies and stealing the walkers out from under old people," Cold drawled. "Sometimes they just want to enjoy the company of their spouse while pretending to be someone for a night." "You're married?" "You ever actually look at our records?" Heatwave asked. Cold's fingers drummed on the table. "Are you convinced that we're on a date and not looking to cause trouble?" "Well... I guess?" "Then I suggest, if you're not going to stick around to play the deadbeat brother that dropped out of college and comes begging for money, you can leave us alone." Barry drew back a bit. "That's kind of mean." An unamused eyebrow raised at him. "I was planning on getting fucked in the back of a truck tonight, but since you've ruined the illusion I'm not exactly feeling charitable right now." He made another face. "Ugh, okay, didn't need to know. I'm going to go now. Just... stay out of trouble and have a good rest of your date or whatever and I'm going to try to forget this really weird night." He flashed away, again causing napkins and menus and bills to scatter in the air. The two glared at the empty space left behind, evidently feeling their roleplay was now beyond salvaging. "Well, Boss? We calling this date a wash?" "...the night's still young and I know a jewelry store that would be an easy hit. Why don't we give that role reversal a try?" Heatwave rumbled, grin sharp and full of promise. "Whatever you want, Lenny."

#fic 2017 #dccoldwave #dc tv #leonard snart #mick rory #barry allen

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Losing my way and finding a friend pt.1

So I dreamed about Grantaire last night and told @leylamisprouvaire I’d write a fanfic about it, so here’s the first part...

Have fun reading it and sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes, I was really tired when I wrote it.

3.305 words

Walking out of the building, I breathed in the warm summer air. To be honest I didn’t even remember what had been talked about during the meeting. Well, it couldn’t have been that important, could it?

“So, how are you getting home?” I asked my friend.

“I’m riding my bike”

“Oh, ok... till Monday then”

To be honest, I was a bit disappointed. I had wished we would walk home together, since I didn’t really know the way. My mom had driven me this morning and I didn’t bother to acknowledge my surroundings then. What a big mistake. I took another deep breath and looked around. There was something like a big mall down the street to my left. Maybe I could find some bus stop there... So I walked towards it but long story short didn’t find any sign of public transportation. Trusting my normally very good sense of direction, I turned left again and after walking for maybe ten more minutes I got to a big crossroads.

Even though I had been living in this city for all my life, I didn’t recognize anything. For all I knew I could have been in a completely different city. I walked around for maybe 15 more minutes until that nervous feeling seemed to creep up my chest, making it hard to breath for a moment. At first I ignored it but it got stronger and stronger the longer I walked around not recognizing anything. I knew that I could trust my instincts and that I wasn’t in any danger. I mean I grew up in this city, there had to be a way home and maybe while ‘exploring’ I could memorise this part of town and won’t get lost the next time... Every time it was getting harder to breath I tried to calm down myself, which worked until the music from my earphones stopped. Confused, I took out my cell phone and discovered that it turned itself off due to the fact that the battery had been drained. Feeling my eyes filling with tears I stopped walking and took a few deep breaths to calm down. It took a moment but after some minutes it worked. Not for the first time I was immensely grateful for all the prior panic attacks that taught me how to calm down and concentrate on the important matters at hand.

1. I was completely lost, which was a fact by now

2. My phone died so I could neither ask Google, nor call my parents or even the police to help me.

3. My only possibilities were to ask strangers for the way or find a police station/ information point/ ect.

“Alright, concentrate on your mission to get out of here”

“Register all the beautiful things on your way to keep calm – look that house’s architecture and that little bird”

“Control your breathing, you are not in danger! You are an almost grown woman; you’ve found your way in completely strange cities in other countries where you didn’t even speak the language”

Pep talking myself I spent the next twenty minutes searching.

After realizing that I wouldn’t find myself without any help I looked around for trustworthy people to ask for directions.

That man over there? Hm...

Those girls? They wouldn’t probably know either...

That elderly couple? Yes the elderly couple looked trustworthy enough. The lady was laughing and the man was looking at her smiling while holding her hand. I slowly made my way over to them and cleared my throat to get their attention.

“Can we help you, darling?” The woman asked.

“Sorry to bother you. Yes I hoped you could. You see I lost my way. Do you, by any chance know the way to the central station?”

“Oh dear, how dreadful! Yes of course, come on, we will show you there, so you don’t have to go all by yourself”

A huge weight fell off my chest and I thanked the couple following them.

We talked about anything and nothing, the weather, my school, the way they met and so on and so forth.

Since I only had a clock on my phone I asked for the time as my feet felt like they would fall of because of all the walking.

“It’s about 7 pm, darling”

“But that means we must’ve been walking around for four hours!” I exclaimed, wondering if we were any nearer to the central station.

“Don’t worry darling, we’ll be right there”

Trusting the nice couple we continued walking and I soon forgot my hurting feet and back. We kept on talking and talking as the sun started to set. First I didn’t really notice because the couple and I had so much fun and we found ourselves in a rather ... open neighbourhood as you might say.

There were bars that illuminated the passenger’s walk. In all of them were lots of people shouting, laughing, drinking and occasionally making out or dancing to the music from street musicians. Here and there were even some prostitutes hanging about. Although the street was made of cobblestones and the houses were in a bad shape and stood close to each other, creating narrow alleyways, I felt alive by all that life and laughter and happiness.

It was only when the elderly couple stopped walking I felt that nagging, nervous feeling from earlier.

“You know girl, it was really nice meeting and spending the day with you but I think we should part ways now... we are getting tired..”

I didn’t know what to think. How could I have been so goddamn stupid to think they’d show me the way? How didn’t I notice their game after the fourth hour of just walking around? How could they distract me so much that I wasn’t in my right, rational mind to THINK? Why didn’t I think?

The heavy feeling on my chest from earlier reappeared and I felt my throat tighten at my own stupidity.

“But...” I tried to build a whole, coherent sentence but that feeling in my throat made it impossible. Forcefully, I tried to not start crying.

“Oh darling, we’re sorry, really but we are not from this city, we don’t know the way. You just seemed to be nice to spend the day with... well, anyways we’re going to look for a hotel now, if you have enough money with you, you could do the same”

With that they just walked away and to say I felt used was an underestimation. All the fear and the self-doubt from earlier seemed to explode in my body and for a moment my sight was covered in black spots and everything was turning. It felt as if I wasn’t able anymore to get air into my lungs, as if a huge rock was placed on top of my chest and a hand squeezed my throat. Only when my hands hit the dirty cobble stones did I come back to myself. Apparently I had stumbled into one of those narrow alleyways and fell down onto my knees and hands. I leaned against the wall and put my head into my hands where I allowed myself to sob uncontrollably, my tears running down my cheeks onto my hands like a waterfall. After there were no more tears I counted my possibilities for a second time this day:

1. I have no way of finding home tonight.

2. I don’t have a working cellphone or money

3. Means: I can’t call home (my mom must be sick of worry by now) or pay for a night at a hotel

4. I don’t have any possibilities

Sitting straight I ran my hands through my hair and tried to calm down further. I might as well try to get a room; maybe I could pay after I got home...

Standing up, I made my way to find a hotel. The building I stood in front after walking around for another 5 minutes looked rather shabby but I would take anything by now. I slowly neared the front desk where a very beautiful woman/girl a bit older than me sat. She smiled at me and said with a voice of concern:

“You have been crying; here is a handkerchief. Can I help you?”

“Yeah...” I cleared my throat to get my voice working after all that crying, „I wanted to ask, whether you have a room... nothing fancy I would just like a bed...”

“Certainly!”

“But I don’t have any money”, upon seeing her facial expression I quickly added, “but you can keep my ID until I found my way home and get money!”

“So you’ve lost your way?”

“Yes, I need to get to the central station but my phone died and well, here I am”

“Come with me, I’ll get you something to drink”

With that she stood up and I followed her into a small backroom.

She handed me a bottle of water and sat next to me on a couch.

“Listen, I can’t give you a room. I really want to help you, but the manager will come back soon and I’d lose my job if he found out. But here”, she stood up and pulled a blanket out of a nearby closet.

“Here’s a blanket so that you won’t be to cold and take that knife, let’s hope you don’t need it but one should be careful around here...”

She handed me a small switch blade and the blanket.

“And of course you can keep the water!”

I didn’t know what to say. Sure, I didn’t have a room to stay in but the girl’s generosity surprised me. For a moment I was completely speechless.

“Thank you so much! I will repay you, the very moment I can! I don’t know how to thank you properly!”

“Don’t. Just ´go and don’t let my manager see you here, he’d be furious with both of us. It’s unmistakable that you’re not from around here; the way you speak, so proper and formal...I’m really sorry I couldn’t do more for you!”

With that she hugged my quickly and ushered me out of the building.

I found a spot in a shadowy alleyway where I sat down onto the blanket and leaned against the wall. My mother is probably sick of worry right now. I bet she has already called my father, sister, some friends and maybe even the police... I don’t like to think about her feeling sad and afraid, above all when it’s my fault. New tears made their way down my cheeks and before I knew it I was full on crying again.

I didn’t know how much time had passed when a voice said:

“Well, what’s doing a lady like you an alleyway like this?”

Looking up I could muster a tall, broad and heavily drunk man, standing in front of me.

Shrinking away from him all I could answer was a weak sniffle. He staggered closer and placed himself next to me.

“Don’t worry about me. I’m harmless. I feel just the way you look, believe me.”

“I lost my way”, was all I could whisper, my voice hoarse from all the crying. I didn’t know why I did it but it felt liberating talking to someone. Call me stupid, naive but I already knew that after trusting the couple today.

“I don’t have money for a hotel and my phone died”

“Hmmm.... I am totally drunk even though I wanted to stop drinking. I feel like a total fool for not being in control of myself but I can’t help it.”

His voice was deep and endlessly sad. Without knowing him, I felt sympathy for him. Our problems were totally different but I didn’t feel alone anymore and I thought he felt the same. So I told him about my day.

After being silent for a while he said:

“I know that feeling of being used and feeling stupid and everything. There is that one guy. He is all ideas and idealism it sometimes seems as if he shines from within... and those worlds he creates by talking about a better future. I wouldn’t believe anything he said if it wasn’t him who said it....The problem is he looks at me like I’m the dirt under his shoes. I want to stay sober but I can’t endure his glare without alcohol and when I drink I’m disgusted by myself for having that little self control.”

“You’re not the problem, he is!” I told him, feeling sorry for him but also understanding him for thinking he got no self control. It was probably the same feeling I had earlier when I realised that that couple had successfully fooled me and I felt like a stupid little child.

“You know, it’s kinda liberating talking to you, I like you! Why don’t you come with me? I have a spare room and it’s definitely safer than sleeping in the streets all on your own...”

I thought for a moment. I had been fooled already today and going with him would be the most irrational, stupid, naive and worst thing to do. I still don’t know what made me say “Ok”. It was probably that dull feeling that had settled inside. Just as if nothing would matter anymore, as if I wouldn’t care about anything anymore. I imagined a real bed and my decision was made.

Somehow we managed to stand up and I collected the blanket and the bottle while checking if I still had the knife... just in case.

The walk was about ten minutes when the man came to a halt and fumbled with his keys.

“Here, let me help you”, with that I took his keys and opened the door. We walked into a dimly lit staircase and I followed him upstairs where I, again, opened the door to his apartment.

It was dark and small but it didn’t matter because it had a roof and I was exhausted as hell. He showed me my room with a bed and a closet and said:

“The bathroom is on the right, next to that is the kitchen but I don’t know if I have any food. I sleep in the room on your right.”

With that he exited and all I heard of him after that was a faint thud when he probably fell into his bed and then a light snoring. He was still alive then.

I lay down and almost immediately fell asleep. My last though was how stupid I was to end up in a situation like this.

Waking up, I felt disoriented to say at least for a moment, before the events from the day before came rushing into my mind. Groaning I slapped my head, wondering how stupid I was to trust that man and that couple and just ugh....

I kept staying in bed for another 5 minutes before swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I was lucky that it was summer, or I would have frozen to death the night before. Getting the sleep out of my eyes I stood up, making my way out of the room, into the kitchen. I felt the knife in my pocket and gripped its handle. Just in case, I reminded myself.

The sun had already risen and illuminated the small kitchen with a golden light. I sat down at the table after getting a glass of water and was lost in thoughts. How the hell am I getting home? Luckily, I was still too exhausted from the day before to start crying.

Only when I heard footsteps and a sound that reminded me a lot of someone emptying his stomach did I enter reality again. Shortly after, the man from yesterday entered the kitchen. Now in daylight I could actually make out more than his tall and broad silhouette. He had very dark, nearly black curly hair which right now stuck in all directions and stubble that would transform into a full grown beard if he didn’t cut it sometime next week. Not that I minded... even though looking totally dishevelled and hung-over, he was kind of handsome... in his own way.

“Hmpf” was all he said as a greeting, after shortly looking up and noticing me sitting at the kitchen table.

“Morning, hey...ehm... thank you again for letting me stay here and not you know... raping me or anything”

“hmmm...yeah, you’re welcome. And for the raping thing, I would have been way too drunk to do that last night”, noticing how that sounded he quickly added, “not that I would do it if I could, I mean... ugh whatever”

“I get it”

The next few minutes there was a comfortable silence which made me observe him once again.

He wore a grey tank top with a green lumberjack shirt (which had a lot of paint all over it) and black joggers. His eyes were also green, though, mostly closed at the moment.

“Like what you see?”

“I like to know if I can trust you and observation is the first step to knowing whether”, I was actually pretty proud of my smooth answer.

“Touché”

He sat down opposite of me and we stared into each other’s eyes.

“I’m way to hung-over to do that right now”, he said after some time and put his head in his hands.

Nobody said anything for a while. I didn’t want to trouble him with more headache and he seemed to be in his own world.

Finally, he asked:

“What’s your name?”

I told him my name and then asked for his.

“You can call me Grantaire, it’s my last name but I’m not very fond of my first. Why are you here again?”

“I lost my way and ended up on the street and then you came, we talked and you offered me that I could stay here for a night”

“Hmpf”

“Why did you invite me?”

“I was probably way too drunk”

“hmmm”

The conversation wasn’t much more exciting than that but Grantaire seemed to be nice enough not to kill me, so I felt kinda comfortable.

“Why didn’t you phone someone?”

“My phone died.”

“Crap. You can charge it here, wait I’ll give you my charger”, with that he stood up, went out of the kitchen and came back shortly after with a cable.

“Here”

“Thanks”

I looked around and found an electrical socket right under the table.

“Where did you want to go?”

“I know my way from the central station”

“I can bring you there, when I’m thinking clearly again... in a few hours or so.”

“You would do that? Thank you!”

“Well, you’re already here and I wouldn’t want you to lose your way again...”

“Thanks”, I said again, this time quieter.

“Hey, I’ll just sleep the rest of and then we can go... you can phone someone or something in the meantime.”

“Yes, ok”

With that he exited the kitchen again and went, presumably, back to bed.

The moment my phone had enough energy, I called home and explained my mom where I was and what had happened. She was indeed sick of worry and didn’t like the idea of me alone and then with a stranger at all but I could convince her that I was well and safe and that Grantaire would take me to the central station later, where I could find my way home.

She wasn’t that pleased but agreed in the end, knowing that I was a bit too old for too much motherly concern. I won’t lie, though, I felt like a little girl again when I heard her voice and her caring about me so much. I guess one’s never too old for feeling safe and home and knowing that you’re not alone.

#grantaire #dream #fanfic #lesamis #lesmis

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