#..a cop car just drove by with sirens blaring

[akuma-homura]

sometimes I remember how I watched Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei when I was a kid and liked it well enough but now that i'm an adult and I look at it i'm like

...i legitimately can't in good faith recommend this to anyone, nor do I want to rewatch it, actually.

had some banger openings and endings though, but like, that's the most I'm taking out of it now hgfdgh

[lets-try-some-writing]

can you write something where optimus is in a car crash

my brain needs something like that lol

Oh this should be good. I have wanted to write something like this for months.

Optimus's First Car Crash

Optimus has always taken every precaution when on the road with human drivers. Driving laws on Cybertron were seen as guidelines at best. No one could really stop a bot from driving or flying where they wanted, it would have been like herding cats (although by primus the cops did certainly try). As such Optimus and his team were used to having to push their way through just about everything, not caring about speed limits or traffic laws. Of course arriving on earth changed that for them and Optimus spent an enormous amount of time boggling over the many many rules regarding driving around the world.

Ratchet and the team ended up seeing the earth driving laws as a suggestion more than anything else. The Autobot medic has been forbidden from driving in city landscapes due to his blatant disregard for anything resembling a traffic light or a stop sign. The rest of the team are barely permitted and only because Agent Fowler forced them to go through rigorous driving lessons. This left Optimus, ever the gentle giant, as the only member of the team who actually gave a frag about driving properly. He has always taken driving among the humans very seriously and with extreme caution, never daring to stray from any laws. One wrong move on his part could lead to a crash, one that he would walk out of unscathed but would likely kill whoever he crashed into.

He has always been paranoid about driving among the humans, and so when his biggest fear regarding the roads became reality, he very nearly broke down. It wasn't his fault in the slightest, but being in the middle of the busy highway, one human driver got a little too eager to get ahead and ended up skidding directly into Optimus before he could even register what was happening properly. His first instinct was to try and blast the driver into oblivion, assuming it was an attacker. He was only barely able to stop himself and come to a steady stop on the edge of the highway alongside the car that had hit him.

The human driver got out immediately and started swearing up a storm and screaming at Optimus to "get out and talk". While Optimus had learned what he was supposed to do in such a situation, he still ended up freezing for a hot minute as the human driver continued to swear and call up police. It took around fifteen minutes of the driver demanding that Optimus get out before the police arrived, leaving Optimus in a bit of a panic. As the officers spoke with the driver who was exclaiming something about Optimus's unwillingness to exit his vehicle, Optimus hastily began creating a holoform. Having never done it before on such short notice, Optimus hurriedly threw together the only holoform he could conceive at the time and stay as calm as possible as he rolled down his window and spoke.

The officers heard and came over, only to immediately scream in terror and hold up their weapons. Poor Optimus being far too stressed to understand what the issue was, panicked at the possibility of being attacked and took off down the highway. It did not take long for the police to begin tailing him, lights and sirens blaring as they chased him. This only prompted Optimus to panic even more as humans are WAY out of the realm of his expertise. And assuming they had somehow figured out that he wasn't human, he drove for his life while hastily calling Ratchet.

Optimus: *in a panic* I need a ground bridge, quickly!

Ratchet: *looking a little shocked at Optimus's tone* I am locking onto your coordinates. What is going on over there?

Optimus: I got into a collision and now human police officers are in hot pursuit!

Ratchet: Alright, hold on.

Thankfully Optimus managed to turn around a corner and drove straight through the ground bridge before the cops could catch up to him. But upon entering base, he was met with many confused stares and an incredibly displeased agent Folwer who muttered something along the lines of "now we need to change your license plates". Once Optimus calmed and was asked about the situation and just what triggered the violent reaction from the police, everything became clear. It took him a moment, but as he winced as reproduced his holoform, there was no denying that any normal human being would have found the abomination terrifying.

In his panicked state Optimus had thrown together the most uncanny valley looking thing known to mankind. It was a strange mess of male and female proportions, it had blotchy discolored skin, an extra limb, and a terrifying smile. Not to mention the thing was huge compared to the average human due to just how unsettled Optimus was at the time. It was no surprise the humans were terrified. Even the team looked at the holoform with mild horror.

Fowler: *chocking on his coffee* What the hell is that!

Miko: *looking at the holoform in mixed fear and awe* It looks like a zombie!

Jack: *trying not to gag* How is that even supposed to be human?!

Rafael: *taking off his glasses and cleaning them again just to be sure that he is seeing correctly* How did you even make something like that?!

The Team: *looks at Optimus judgmentally*

Optimus: ...

Optimus: I may have panicked.

Optimus didn't go driving in any cities or highways for a while after that, too paranoid of dealing with the same situation again. He was also given a very stern lesson by June on what human anatomy should look like. And since then he has a prepared holoform ready to go and several scripts to read from in case he ever gets pulled over again. Still, he can't help the slight nervousness that pokes at his mind every time a cop passes by.

[ask-las-phyria]

Chapter 1: Welcome to Las Phyria

The sun rose in the distance over the ocean, the sun reflecting off the ocean and shinning brightly. Buildings light up in the distance sparkling like gems. Birds flying through the city skyline and city parks chirped in the peaceful still air. Tall skyscrapers glistened like gems, the tallest being the Jewel Casino. Where the rich played with cards and dice, and many tried their hand against the house. Down on the streets they had very few cars, and the few there were on their way home from long nights.

Blue yawned as he drove through the city streets. Buses were beginning their early morning routes. He drove nice and calmly as his phone rang. He gently picked it up, it was Luna.

"Morning Luna."

"Hey Blue! Me and Swordtail were curious if you and Cricket wanna head down to the board walk this Friday?" Luna said as she skipped over the hello and just jumped straight into it.

Blue chuckled as he pulled up to a stoplight. "Sorry, I got a report to get down by Monday."

"Blue, tell me the truth. Did you get assigned that report or did someone ask you?"

Blue was about to respond, when suddenly he heard a loud engine. screeching of tires, and suddenly a heavily modified car came sliding through the intersection, and a police car sirens blaring followed suit. Blue sat in shock and the smoke began to disappear. He then realized Luna was speaking.

"Blue? Blue what's going on?"

Blue watched as the light went green and he began rolling forward again.

"I'm gonna call you back." He said and hung up as he took a minute to process what he just saw.

Engine's roared through the city as Glory flew through the streets in hot pursuit.

"Attention nearby units I'm in pursuit of a red highly modified Skyline R34, Most likely a GTR, Car has a body kit and is heading towards the beach. Requesting backup."

The radio crackled with static before she got a response.

"Copy that officer Glory, sending troops your way."

Suddenly the driver ripped a hard right and slide around a intersection again. The sound of jewlery rang out through the open window as the drive gritted his teeth. Engine roaring he raced past a garage. Suddenly a man ran out of the garage and slammed the door down sending dirt flying just as Glory flew by, The sign creaked from the sudden shake. The sign read: "Vulture's auto".

The driver shifted gears, readjusted his beanie and slide out onto the beach road. He could hear Glory's sirens right behind him. He then picked up his phone.

"Hey Viper, can you pull up the police scanner? Got cops on my ass."

"Clearsight damn it Flame," Viper groaned. "Give me like 30 seconds."

Suddenly another cop car slide around a corner and slide a stop sideways, blocking the whole road. Flame held a hard right flying onto the board walk and sliding on the wet wood.

"Come on Viper the cops are boxing me in!"

Flame ripped a hard drift off the boardwalk and back onto the road, engine roaring.

"Alright try making you're way across the coastal route."

Changed a gear and foot to the floor, Flame tore away tires screeching. Soon he was flying down the cliff side road over looking the sea that sparkled. Rich suburban homes and windy roads.

Anemone woke with a jump as the sound of sirens and screeching tires screamed outside the window. She jumped out of bed and ran to the window to see a cop rip a 180 and join three other cops in the chase.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me." She groaned and walked away from the window.

"Alright guys lets try and box him in and we'll trap him against a wall."

"Tsunami that is the stupidest thing we can do right now we'll all end up in the fucking sea." Glory responded.

"Guys we need to think clearly, Starflight think you can come up with something?"

"Try and stay on his tail for as long as possible and guide him away from any civilians. I'll figure something out."

Minutes later, Flame was tearing through the port to try and lose the cops in the maze of containers. He slid through a opening with Glory right behind him into a long open straight away. Several gear shifts later he and Glory were both pushing the limit to the edge, flying by containers at a rapid pace.

Of course things just had to go wrong then. A forklift came into view and began lowering a crate for atop a shipping container. And at the speed it was going, Flame would hit it. Flame turned to his left and stared down Glory directly in the eye before looking directly forward. Eyes on the forklift.

"Alright lets play some chicken you son of a bitch." He said before looking to his passenger seat and ripping up a strap revealing two cans of blue Nos bottles. He quickly turned the valve and focused back on the forklift, hovering his thumb over a button on his steering wheel.

Glory and Flame were damn near neck at neck as they flew through the tight port. The forklift continued lowering and lowering, then the employee operating it heard the engines.

Flame hit the button hard and the Nos activated. Within moments, his engine roared, and he began pulling away from Glory. Everything around him became a blur as the employee ran for his life. Flame gripped the wheel tight.

A loud WOOSH was heard as he raced by, almost scraping the container the forklift was next too, and then the screeching of tires as Glory swerved, losing nearly all her momentum as she almost spun out.

"DAMN IT!"

Within minutes the chase was flying through the woods on gravel roads, living up dust and sending stones flying. Ripping a hard drift Flame flew down a hill road practically almost sideways. Soon he began blasting through a low income suburban area, with tons of one story houses that looked to be falling apart. And pot holes were literally everywhere.A quick shift caused the engine to rev as flame flew by a house, the force of the window generated rotating a mailbox.

Inside Qibli jumped from the noise and fell out of bed, slamming onto the floor.

"Ow! What the hell?"

He walked to the window to see a police car blast by. He opened the blinds up to let the sun that was now relatively bright. He stumbled to his closet and threw on a undershirt and some jeans.

"Qibli! Breakfast is ready!"

Qibli stretched and walked into the kitchen. There was Thorn, who had already made a plate of eggs for him that were on the table.

Thorn, already in her uniform, was getting the last of her stuff.

"Qibli I'm gonna be working late today, Six Claws will be by about six later, and there's food in the fridge." She said as she walked over to Qibli and gave him a kiss on the head.

"Thanks mom, you stay safe."

"Only if you promise to do the same." Thorn responded. Qibli just smirked.

"I can't make any promises."

Thorn rolled her eyes, grabbed her keys, and soon Qibli watched her roll away. He quickly ate his eggs, then his phone started ringing.

"Yo?"

"Yo Qibli," Turtle's voice came from his phone. "You down to meet me at the park? I'm getting challenged to a 2v2."

Qibli chuckled. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes." He said and hung up. He quickly grabbed his stuff and was soon Skateboarding through his neighbor hood.

Qibli rolled along the sidewalk at speed, making a game out of dodging the rough bumps in the sidewalk before making a wide turn onto the road. He then had to stop just as quickly.

"Dang it, I forgot about the construction on the road." He sighed and then continued moving along his neighbor hood, he was nearing the end where the roads where considerably more well maintained. Of course this was more so tax payers could say they were doing road maintenance. This was the only real part of the district anyone outside saw at first glance.

"Come on I'm gonna be late!" He grunted as he moved as fast as he could without falling over. "Hi Onyx!" He called out to the waving girl out in the front of her yard.

Qibli hopped off his board and ran across the grass and through someone's yard. He then quietly slipped through a hole in the weak old brick wall. He had used this shortcut before and if he wasn't spotted, it would get him to the basket ball court.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't be so lucky today. The shortcut he took cut across Private property, so Qibli had to be quick. He booked it up and over the fence as fast possible, keeping a careful look out for anyone. Rich people lived in this part of town, the mansions and fancy architecture were proof enough.

He quickly moved as quick as possible down hill, but as he cruised he could hear a commotion. He slowly brought his board to the stop as he rounded a corner to see trouble.

"How about you get your ass off our turf bitch!"

"This ain't no place for you, damn fraud!" Came a second voice. The two where yelling at this girl with black hair and wearing a private school uniform, that the two kids wore themselves, and the girl clearly wasn't taking it well. Qibli quickly ran over with a frown.

"Hey Winter!" He yelled. "I don't think calling people a fraud is a good way to make friends."

"Stay the hell out of this Sand Snorter!" Winter fired back. Winter's blond hair was slicked back in a way that somehow made him more intimidating.

"I don't think I will, the hell did she do to you pal?"

"You mind your damn business!" Winter yelled, venom in his voice.

"How about you take that expensive suit of yours and leave her alone!" Qibli shot back, getting up in Winter's face.

"HOW ABOUT YOU FUCK OFF SANDWING!"

Suddenly Qibli hit Winter with such a hard punch to his cheek Winter was slammed into the expensive brick wall!

"CALL ME THAT AGAIN ICEWING!" Qibli yelled moments before Winter shot back with a punch to the gut, knocking the wind out of Qibli.

"You have a fucking death wish!" The second kid yelled, who had a slightly more messy black hair style.

"Quiet Hailstorm!" Winter yelled back. This gave Qibli a perfect opening to to deliver and uppercut to the chin.

"Alright that's it damn it!" Winter yelled as he wiped the blood from his face. The two locked eyes and they both ripped a gun from their side and held them straight at each others heads.

"Don't test me!"

"Bitch the fuck you gon do with that!"

"Bitch you know what the fuck I'm gon do with it!"

"DO IT!"

"I WILL DO IT BITCH I SWEAR TO CLEARSIGHT I WILL!"

Suddenly a third kid, this time a girl, taller than Winter with long blonde hair and the same uniform as Moon came running in and ripped the gun out of his hands.

"Winter what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Teaching this sandwing a lesson!"

"Winter, use the few brain cells you have and walk the fuck away!"

Icicle then turned to Qibli.

"I apologize." she said as Qibli put his gun down.

"It's fine, Qibli said, eyes still locked with Winter. "Might wanna get him a leash or something."

"Sometimes I wish we did have one for him." Icicle groaned.

"Aight well you guys have a good day, I'm running late." Qibli said, he then quickly hopped on his skateboard and quickly rolled away. He could hear Icicle turning to yell at her brother as he left view.

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"Yo Qibli dap me up!"

Qibli smiled as he did as asked. Turtle had broken out the basketball jersey and gym shorts, he had also tied up his hair.

"Sorry I'm late homies, got into it with Winter again."

"Bro for real? You guys are like magnets." Umber said as he threw a practice shot into the hop.

"Alright come on people, we playing or not?" Bigtail said as he put down his drink.

Qibli grinned as the four readied up.

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Flame ripped a hard drift around the barrier to a highway exit, his tires smoked like mad as he was basically sliding backwards.

A let off the gas and his tires gripped before he punched it again. He could hear the sirens behind him as he weaved in and out of traffic. Right behind him he could see the cops in the review mirror.

Unfortunately, fate can be a bitch.

"Flame," Said Viper. "There's chatter on the cop scanner, their setting up a road block and spike strips."

Just as Viper said that, flame could see them on the hill near the peak of the highway. There, Starflight and Clay waited, Clay outside the car throwing down the spike strips.

"Oh so that's how we playing it?" Flame growled as he gritted his teeth, and shifted gears and hit the Nos. The slight incline was already started to level out as he flew forward. Everything became a blur as the road block came closer and closer. "Starflight," Clay squeaked, concern growing in his voice. "He's not slowing down. STARFLIGHT HE'S NOT SLOWING DOWN!"

"Take cover!" Starflight yelled. Flame was seconds away from them. Clay shut his eyes as the car caught air, and just barley flew over the spike strips, tires just inches from grazing it. He flew by at top speed and flew away. Suddenly, the loud screeching of tires was heard from Tsunami as she tried to stop. Starflight booked it away from his car just before Tsunami barelled right into it, flipping it upside down and tearing the front of her car to shreds.

"Tsunami!" Clay exclaimed, and before anyone could blink he was at her driver side door, where she was groaning in pain. "Clearsight, Damn it!" She groaned as she watch Flame disappear from view.

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"Yo man, I'm starvin!" Qibli laughed as the entered Dunkin Dragon's. "Bro I could eat an entire box of Glazer donuts!" Umber giggled.

"Yeah you gon need it to take us on again!" Qibli bellowed. "We beat yo ass!" "Dude that was a fluke!" Bigtail fired back. "The only reason you won was because Turtle and me hit each other head on!"

Qibli was about to crack a joke, but then something caught his eye.

"Yo it's that girl from earlier." "What? You mean the one you saw earlier with Winter?" Turtle questioned. "Nah Qibli playing both sides bro!" Umber laughed. "And yet he still can't pull no one!" Bigtail joked.

Qibli just rolled his eyes, the girl was now wearing some more casual clothes, and she was talking with another girl wearing a crop top and had her hair tied back. And there was clear blush on her face. "Hey," Qibli said as he walked up. "You're the girl from earlier, Right?" "Uh, yeah." The girl said, clearly a little shy. "Uh... Thank you that again." "No problem, My name's Qibli."

"My name is Moonwatcher, but just call me Moon. And this is Carnelian." Carnelian sipped from her can of Soda, locking eyes with Qibli and making a vague wave gesture, Soda still in hand.

"Hey Qibli!" Umber called. "I just gotta text about a rap battle event going down tonight, you wanna come?"

"Yeah, sure. Just give me a minute." Qibli called back before turning to Moon. "Hey, I'll see you around." "See you around!" Moon said, giving a gentle wave goodbye. The group left the shop, talking while they walked. Meanwhile, behind them, Flame slide around a corner and drifted into the nearby parking garage, sliding to a stop, and turning off the engine quickly. He then threw his seat back so he could not be spotted. A cop car slide to a stop outside the store, and turned off it's lights. "Officer Sunny here, suspect has gotten away. No idea where they could be, I'm calling the chase off."

She then slowly drove away. The sun shone pretty high above the city, this was Las Phyria. And things were just getting started.

[theonlyblackcanary]

Ten Seconds (Pt 3)

Tag squad: @atiny-angel @swifteforeverandalways @katries @axelwolf8109 @bamfbuddie @greek-freak101

Letty pulled up next to Dom, everyone already placing bets on who would win. "I got fifty on Toretto!" Leon shouted. Vince and Jesse added two twenties each. Brian held up two fifties and winked at Letty.

"How do you guys have so much money?" A young guy whined. "Sell things you don't need" Brian shouted.

Letty made a mental note. Dom picked up Brian. "My trophy" The blond laughed.

"Everybody to your cars" Dom kissed Brian one more time before entering his red car. Letty smirked a bit.

"Ready, set, go!"

The four drove off, Letty would give Dom some credit, he was really fast but she wanted to make a statement.

After about a minute, she hit her NSO and drove past Toretto, however, he appeared to know something she didn't as her engine started to spark.

"Shit!" Letty came to a rough stop, skidding across the road for minute and watched him drive past. Letty took a deep breath and laughed, the rush hitting her despite her loss. She determined her engine was okay and drove back to the starting point.

"Whatcha smiling for?" Toretto laughed at her, Brian kissing him all over. " I had you. I almost had you" Letty pointed at him. "Your engines fried, can't race again" Jesse took one look at it and made a face. "Bumper's dented to hell and back"

Sirens blared loud, blue and red flooding the area. "Shut! It's the cops!" Everyone fled, Letty running to her car and watching as Vince separated Brian from Dom, through neither looked happy about it.

She sped off, sticking to alleyways and the back roads, thankful that the chaos covered her car. Then she spotted Toretto and sped off faster, catching up to him.

"Get in!" She gestured, he bolted to her and buckled in, Letty drove off fast and crazy, managing to get a cop to crash into someone else and laughed.

"Thank you" Dom took deep breaths. "You must really hate cops" Letty noted. "Two years down in Lompoc" He said quietly. "Juvie for grand theft auto, but I actually just got into a car accident with my mom" Letty muttered. "Guess I couldn't stay away from that life"

"Why did you save me?" "I was kinda hoping you'd let me keep my car" "Not a chance" Letty laughed.

She parked on the street where Dom directed her to and raised an eyebrow. "After race party?" "I'm gonna kill em" Dom growled. "You wanna come in?" "Um, sure" Letty locked her car and let him hold the door for her. Brian leapt from his spot on the floor to hug Dom.

"Vince wouldn't let me go after you, I was so worried" "Where is he?" Dom growled again. "Playing guitar to show off" Brian pointed behind him.

Dom stomped off, stopping to yell at Leon and then Jesse. "Those two years in Lompoc really freaked him out huh?" Letty sighed. "You have no idea" Brian grabbed a beer.

"Why is she here?" Vince whined. "Because she kept me out of handcuffs!" Dom yelled. "She didn't just run back to the fort and keep my husband here!" Letty snickered a bit. "You can have any beer you want as long as it's a Corona" Brian said in a deep voice to mock him.

"That's Vince's" Dom slapped Brian's back. Letty looked the other man in the eyes as she wiped it off on her shirt before taking a swig. Mia came downstairs after running her hands through her hair.

"Hey Letty" "Hi" Letty choked a bit.

"Why don't we go upstairs and you give me a massage?" Brian grabbed Dom's hand. "I'm not tired.

Brian's blues narrowed. "I said, let's go upstairs and you give me a massage"

Leon and Vince laughed. Dom smirked and wrapped Brian's arm around his shoulders. "Hey Martinez, you owe me a ten second car"

Brian cackled

"Guys knock it off" Mia said, her brother and brother in-law went upstairs. "I need to talk to you, alone" Mia glared at Vince, Leon and Jesse.

"Let's go"

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Cowboys

Jared missed the way things used to be. There was no finesse left in this world, or so it seemed - back when he was coming up, stealing a car had been a finely skilled profession, the work of masters of a craft to which he had devoted many years of his own study, but it sometimes felt that time had made a fool of him. In today's game, any cowboy with a crowbar felt themselves qualified for a little grand theft auto, and all of that careful practice had been rendered almost obsolete.

It had been harder, back in his day. More important to do things right. From the careful jimmying of the windows, to the deft hotwiring of the ignition, he'd brought a sense of elan to the proceedings, completing each job with minimal fuss and in complete silence. Not so the car thieves of today, whose primitive smash-and-grab tactics set off every alarm in earshot, left the tarmac strewn with window-glass for anyone to trace, and even damaged the very thing they were supposed to be stealing.

But they got away with it. That was the most frustrating thing, in Jared's view - other than the dozen other ways in which they drove him up the wall. When he'd been a child, neighbours might have left their doors unlocked, but they'd also kept an eye out for each other. They'd kept an ear out, too: without landlines of their own, they'd listened for the ringing of the phone box on the nearest corner, and rushed out to take any call that came in. It didn't matter that it wasn't their business: they would find out whose it was, and pass on the message to its intended recipient.

That had all changed. Today, the phone boxes were gone, and a car in the lay-by could be blaring for ten minutes with barely a twitch of the curtains from the house next-door. If the neighbours bothered to acknowledge the alarm at all, it was only as an expression of annoyance, focused on their own suffering in the face of such a dreadful racket. They did their best to block the siren out, failing to consider that its awfulness was purposeful, and that it might have been designed to cut through their concentration for a reason.

The cowboys didn't even have to worry about leaving a trace. The cops didn't care, any more than the neighbours had: on arriving at an empty driveway, they just filled out an incident report, and gave the victims a reference number for their insurance. The thieves could drop their wallets at the scene of the crime, leave the car's GPS location on, and offer it for sale on social media, and the police would still say there was nothing they could do.

It was driving Jared mad - and, more importantly, it was driving him of business. Skills which used to be prized were now useless, and he was finding he could no longer compete with the cowboys now flooding the market. Quantity over quality. That was the modern way. It was the Wild West out there, and all of the old norms had gone out of the windscreen. There was nothing he could do to turn back the tide.

Of course, he could still go fishing.

He'd followed them, sometimes, when the alarms kicked off. Jared had trained to avoid that sound like a death knell, so he was still sensitive to it, even if nobody else was, and it called to him whenever they were working nearby. He'd started turning up to the scene of the crime - at first just to watch, to scoff at the amateurs and throw his hands up at their inexplicable success, but then he'd started taking it personally.

That curiosity had not been easily let go, and he'd wondered what other bumbling mistakes the group had made, how easy it would be to tail them home - no trouble at all, it turned out - or what exactly they were doing with all their clumsy loot. Things like that. He hadn't expect them to lead them to a parking lot chock-full of cars, all corralled together like a herd of cattle, a hundred head of sheep in a single paddock, without a single padlock holding them there.

Jared guessed that these thieves, if they'd even thought that far ahead, had figured they'd be safe from being targeted themselves. They knew to listen for the alarms, the smashed glass, even if most bystanders didn't bother - having only learnt their own way of doing things, they fancied themselves immune to it. They'd never had the benefit of Jared's education. They'd never learnt what he could do.

It was slow work, one car at a time, but he began to sneak in every night - rustling their herd by inches, taking back what they'd taken from others, what they'd taken from him. It might still be subtle by their standards, but it was the easiest work of his career: like a walk in the car park, falling off a Leaf, or taking Camrys from a baby.

The beauty was that he enjoyed all of the same advantages. They couldn't call the cops. They weren't insured. They couldn't follow him, or at least not as easily. Jared knew the old ways - how to keep a low profile, how to cover his tracks, how to steal a car and make sure that it stayed stolen. He might be nothing but an old, washed-up thief, equipped with a misplaced sense of honour and a certain set of skills, but he could be more than a match for the arrogance of these cowboys.

One car at a time, he could sprinkle a little finesse across the world. One car at a time, with gear-stick wedged firmly in reverse, he would show the world the way things used to be.

[jonnowrites]

Kids With Laser Guns

Thought I'd kick off my new blog by posting a little cyberpunk themed one-shot I finished the other day. Hope you enjoy it!

CW: Cursing

The skunk anthro felt right at home skulking beneath the highway turnoff. The pillar she leaned on was a mess of assorted graffiti and anti-corp slogans, some smarter than others. The occasional gunshot and distant blaring siren penetrated the music from a nearby nightclub.

“Chilly tonight,” she said, tugging at the lapels of her red jacket. Her faded blue pants sported a holster on each side, both carrying a pistol. Her flat sneakers were worn from a lot of running. “Least it’s not raining, huh?”

She turned her head toward a brown-furred wolf anthro, wearing a white mask with red digital markings that occasionally flickered between lines and circles. Her fit torso was covered by a grey-blue shirt beneath a black suit coat. Her dark blue jeans stopped above the heels of her black boots. Her ebony hair was tied into a bun. She stood up straight, her eyes laser-focused on the road as cars drove by. She only broke that stare to look up at the passing hover-rides, in case any cops or CorProtect agents were overhead.

“They are late,” she said quietly in Japanese. She gripped her sleeve irritably.

“It’s old-school scare tactics,” the skunk assured her. Her cybernetic aural implants translated anything her partner said into perfect English. “They’re trying to get us antsy by making us wait.”

“I’m a little nervous myself” a third young woman’s voice sounded in the skunk’s ear, carrying a Latino lilt. 

“What about? We’re doing the dirty work while you’re nice and safe in the car, as always.”

“I’m nervous for you two. You never know how deals will turn out, right?”

“We’ll be fine, girl. You got eyes on us?”

“Corner store.” The skunk looked toward the street corner and saw a blinking camera pointed in her direction. “The circuit covers the whole block. See me?”

The wolf curtly nodded her head. The skunk raised her middle finger with a smirk.

“Very mature.” Her eye roll was almost audible. “Okay, here they come now. Look professional, please.”

The skunk got off the pillar and stretched her arms before flicking some messy white hair from her eyes. “When do I not?”

The two watched as a topless military jeep pulled off the road and pulled up beneath the overpass. A small gang of anthros piled out of the back, sneering in their stolen army fatigues and waving stolen guns. From the front passenger seat came a cougar, wearing a bulletproof vest over his T-shirt and grey camo pants with his black boots. His brown head of hair was slicked back. His left arm was fully silvered out, and was just as large and mean-looking as his organic one. He took the lead, towering over the two girls as he smirked down at them, his sharp fangs gleaming menacingly.

“Arch must think I’m a pushover,” he said, “if he’s sending a pair of runts to make this deal.”

“You know what they say about small packages,” the skunk said, putting her paws on her hips. “Call me Jax.”

“And who’s your bud, then?” asked the cougar. “Your backup?”

“Kiba here is a thousand samurai rolled into one,” said Jax, patting the wolf’s back. “Fuckin’ steel tornado.”

Kiba stared daggers behind her mask at the guys behind the cougar, making one of them take a step back.

“Never told me who you are, though,” Jax continued. She tilted her head and noticed the stripes on his shirt sleeve, beneath a US flag with the stars replaced with a white wolf’s howling profile. “Take it you’re a Sergeant in New Glory?”

“Heh, you know your shit,” said the cougar. “Name’s Sergeant Cruz. This here’s my platoon.”

Of course, Jax didn��t need to ask. She’d had enough close calls with the New Glory street gang to recognise their structure, though not so close that they’d recognise her on sight. New Glory liked to think of themselves as the second coming of the US Army, giving themselves ranks and uniforms, but they were just a bunch of gangbangers cosplaying as fascists. Their boss, General Clash, ran the Silktown district with an iron fist. Two of them, in fact.

“Alright,” said Jax, “let’s get to bizz. You got Arch’s new toy?”

Cruz clicked his organic fingers. One of his boys dragged a briefcase out of the jeep and put it in his paw. Jax noted the distinct StarGuard logo on the side.

“Shit, I can’t see inside the case,” the Latina hissed in Jax’s ear. “It must be padded.”

She kept a perfect poker face. “Let’s see it.”

Cruz shrugged and opened the case, lifting out what looked like an assault rifle. “Watch this,” he said as he lifted a thick battery from the case and connected it beneath the rifle with a click. The battery glowed red, as did some lights around the rifle. He pointed it to a pillar and held the trigger down. The battery started spinning and a whirring noise came from the rifle as it fired bursts of light. The tasteful ‘All Corps Are Bastards’ graffiti on the concrete was peppered by large burn scores.

“The Heat Burster,” said Cruz as he turned the rifle around in his grip. “Fuck if I know how it works, but it’s some cool shit, right?”

“The coolest,” Jax gawked, her large tail flicking. “I didn’t think StarGuard was going into laser tech.”

“The info we got says they wanna replace old school leadslingers with these,” said Cruz. as he took the battery off with his cyber paw. Jax saw it turn red with heat. “Tell Arch to be careful playing with it - shit gets hot.”

“Well, I’m happy,” said Jax, grinning as she reached a paw out for the briefcase. She flinched slightly when Cruz pulled it away from her.

“Slow down there, stripe,” he barked. “I showed you mine, so you show me yours.”

“My bad, got caught in the moment,” said Jax as she reached into her pocket. She fished out a credit chip and held it out to him. “Here you go, not a cent more or less.”

“Let’s see it.” Cruz took the chip and handed it to one of his boys, who inserted it into a slot behind his ear. His eyes glowed blue for a moment.

“Twenty-K,” he confirmed. “It’s legit.”

Cruz nodded and gave Jax the briefcase. “Don’t shoot your eye out. Or do, I don’t care.”

“Pleasure doing business.” Jax patted Kiba on the arm. “Let’s scurry.”

Kiba gave the New Glory boys a final warning glare before turning to follow Jax back to the car. Hiding beneath the overpass was a cheap sedan with faded and chipped orange paint, pointing toward the road. 

Jax knocked the back passenger window and watched it roll down to reveal an ocelot woman. A young adult like Jax and Kiba, dressed in a black coat with purple highlights and an upturned collar. Her green pixie cut only slightly hid the violet-tinted goggles over her eyes. The splotches on her fur faded from blue to pink to green and other bright colours, like small lava lamps. Her gloves had blue, jagged lines running along the tops of her fingers to the tips.

“One experimental laser gun,” Jax said, passing the briefcase through the window. “Hold on tight to it, Oscura.”

“If that’s what stops me from melting myself,” the ocelot remarked in that Latino voice. “Let’s get out of here.”

Jax hopped into the driver’s seat while Kiba was already clipping her seatbelt. She glanced over in Cruz’s direction a moment longer before driving back onto the road. She turned on the radio, grinning as an Analogue Era rock song started blaring through the speakers.

“Easy peasy,” she said, drumming her fingers on the wheel. “You think Andy would mind if we took it for a spin before we get home?”

“Probably a bad idea,” said Oscura. “You might break it.”

“I will not!” Jax said indignantly. “C’mon, Kiba, back me up!”

“Do not play with the laser gun,” Kiba said flatly as she looked out the window.

Jax slumped back in her seat. “See if I let you two use the next cool gun we get.”

She drove through Central Square, and the sedan certainly looked out of place amongst the sleek sports cars and fancy corp vans. The anthros on the streets were dressed in style, wearing faux-fur coats and jackets bearing glittering lights. Holo-ads projected scantily dressed anthro girls showing off junk food and the latest fashion and cyberware on the sidewalk. 

The brightest lights cast the darkest shadows, as Kiba once said. Jax thought it described the city of Nueva Angeles perfectly.

“Oh, shit,” Oscura muttered in Spanish. “We have a problem.”

“Sup?” asked Jax. Kiba’s ears perked up to attention.

“I just intercepted some texts between Cruz and General Clash. About the Heat Burster.”

Jax shrugged. “If he feels ripped off, that’s Arch’s problem.”

“That’s not it.” Oscura’s paw typed in the air as windows opened and closed on her goggles. “Here, read this.”

A set of text windows appeared in Jax’s peripheral vision. She had gotten good at reading them while driving at this point, hence why the sedan only had a few dents.

Sgt Cruz Ya we got the cash. All 20 K

Gnrl Clash Good good. Did Arch’s buyer give u trouble?

Sgt Cruz Nah she was chill abt it. Didnt think Arch would send a pup tho

Gnrl Clash She?? U were waitin for a weasel called Marco

Sgt Cruz ? He didnt send a skunk called Jax??

Gnrl Clash WHO TF IS JAX

Jax bit her lip as the texts disappeared. Kiba tensed up next to her, having no doubt read them with her own ocular implants.

“Well, we’re too far away for them to find now, right?” Jax tried, her voice shaking.

A yelp escaped her when her rear-view mirror suddenly shattered from a speeding bullet. Cars swerved and honked their horns as Cruz’s jeep came speeding down the crowded street toward them.

Jax put her foot down and sped the sedan along the road, weaving around other cars and narrowly avoiding pedestrians. The car was a lot faster than it looked thanks to some modifying. Naturally, most add-ons weren’t exactly street-legal.

“Shit shit shit!” she hissed.

“We need to lose them!” yelled Oscura.

“Oh, do we?!” snapped Jax as she drifted onto another street. The jeep kept pursuit and fired more shots.

“Watch where you’re shooting!” Cruz roared, the three hearing him clearly thanks to Oscura tapping into his comm unit. “We can’t lose the gun!”

Jax grabbed a pistol and pointed it out the window, recklessly firing in the jeep’s direction while keeping her eyes on the road.

“Am I hitting it?!”

Oscura poked her head over the back seat. “You got a headlight.”

Jax made another sharp turn onto a narrow street, weaving onto the empty sidewalk to avoid an oncoming delivery scooter. The scooter itself then weaved to avoid the oncoming jeep of jeering anthros. Jax flinched when a bullet clipped the driver door.

“This is getting nowhere,” she growled. “I’ll lose them on the highway.”

She sped toward an exit from the road and oversteered, manipulating the handbrake to drift the car up the onramp. The tires screeched while they coughed up a cloud of smoke, and the sedan was soon rushing along the crowded highway.

“Was the drift necessary?” asked Obscura.

“If by ‘necessary’ you mean ‘cool as fuck,’” Jax grinned, “then yes it was.”

“That is absolutely not what I meant.”

A bullet ricocheted on the road next to the sedan, and Jax looked behind her to see Cruz’s jeep was recklessly weaving around the fancier cars to get right up next to the girls. His boys pointed their pistols and assault rifles at them.

“What’s your problem?” she groaned. “You got the money!”

“You’re not who we agreed to sell to!” Cruz roared. “Hand over the gun and this’ll be over!”

“Can’t do that! We need it for our own thing!”

Cruz bared his fangs in a snarl. “Fine, fuck this. Prepare to fire!”

Jax swallowed as she watched the wannabe soldiers lock and load. She and Oscura slowly lowered their heads in hopes of not getting a bullet lodged in them.

Kiba, meanwhile, lowered her window and slunk out onto the car roof.

“The fuck are you doing?!” gasped Jax.

“Keep driving,” Kiba ordered. She reached for her side, and from beneath her suit coat came her katana. She gripped the black handle tight in her paws and its long, narrow blade glistened beautifully in the rapidly passing lights. Despite Jax’s rapid swerves to pass traffic, Kiba kept her balance perfectly as she turned the katana, poised to strike.

“Nice butter knife, wolfy,” one of the gangsters taunted, nonchalantly pointing his pistol at her. “I got this one, sir.”

He fired a shot, and Kiba changed the katana’s position. He yelped as he gripped his paw while the pistol fell onto the road.

“The fuck?!” he gasped.

“Lemme try,” his friend said and fired his own pistol. Kiba changed position again, and he grunted before he gripped his now bleeding leg.

“Alright, girly,” a third growled as he pointed an assault rifle at her. “Get some of this!”

He opened fire, and Kiba’s blade was a blur as it swung at the air. A few New Glory goons were sent reeling from speeding bullets, and the side of the jeep was peppered with holes. The driver lost control for a moment and had the jeep skidding behind the sedan.

Cruz snarled as he picked a bullet from his metal arm. “Alright, I’m done. Get me Irma.”

“But sir, what about the Heat Burster?” one of his platoon asked while the others busied themselves.

“We’ll get what’s left from the wreck.”

Jax and Oscura gawked when they saw Cruz lift an honest-to-god oversized bazooka and rest it on his shoulder while one of his goons loaded it from behind. With its six firing tubes, a digital laser sight and the StarGuard logo emblazoned across the rectangle casing, it was practically some kind of revolver dreamed up by a lunatic.

And just when Jax thought she was already completely and utterly fucked, her ears twitched from the all-too-familiar wailing of sirens. She looked in a mirror and saw a sleek drone speeding in the air behind the speeding vehicles. Another lowered altitude so both flanked the jeep, with a fleet of what looked like a dozen followed close behind. Their red and blue lights flashed amongst the white lamp posts along the highway.

“Nueva Angeles Police Department,” a robotic voice bellowed from all drones at once. “Lower your weapons and stop your vehicles in a safe fashion, or face heavy retaliation. You have ten seconds to comply.”

Jax groaned, almost smashing her head on the steering wheel before needing it to pass a van. “First that freak pulls a rocket launcher on us, and now we’ve got Chasers.”

“Eight.”

“I’ll try to breach their system,” said Oscura as she started typing at the air. “Just give me time.”

“Six.”

Kiba, meanwhile, watched unfettered as Cruz raised a boot on the jeep windshield to keep his balance. 

“Five.”

“Hold her steady,” he said with a sneer. “I’m gonna introduce this little bitch to Irma.”

“Four.”

Kiba readied her katana, poised to strike.

“Three.”

Cruz fired a missile that sailed through the air right toward Kiba.

“Two.”

Kiba swung her blade, and the missile careened back in Cruz’s direction.

“One.”

The missile flew into the rightmost drone and turned it into scrap metal from a glorious explosion. The jeep and multiple cars swerved and honked their horns in panic.

“Failure to comply detected,” the remaining drones said. The bottom of their chassis opened and a turret appeared, starting to fizzle with electricity. “Aggressive force authorised. A squad of officers has been called.”

Cruz snarled and fired another missile, which Kiba deflected into another drone. The remaining pursuers started barraging the jeep and the sedan with pulses of electricity that just barely missed both.

“I’m not going back to Clash empty pawed!” roared Cruz as he fired another missile, which only served to get swatted into another drone, taking it and two others out.

Kiba surveyed the situation as she blocked another shot. She was transporting an experimental weapon, no doubt the one stolen from the attacked StarGuard convoy she’d heard about on the news. A mad cougar with a deadly weapon trying to kill her and her partners for it. Multiple police drones trying to stop them both. If they were not destroyed by Cruz, they’d be handed over to StarGuard’s private forces to be given a fate worse than death. On top of all that, she was certain all of this chaos was attracting news drones.

She had to end this. Now.

“Okay, I’ve gotten control of one of the Chasers,” Oscura said through her earpiece. She watched as one of the drones shot another with an electric bolt, causing it to twitch before falling onto the road.

“One shot left,” Cruz said, and he flicked a switch on the bazooka. “Irma’s gonna get you this time.”

“Kiba, I just remembered,” said Jax through Kiba’s earpiece, “I’ve heard of those bazookas before. I think he just turned on the smart scope, so even if you block it, it’s gonna come right back for you.”

Kiba lowered herself. “Does it have a weakness?”

“If I remember right, the smart scope is really power-reliant. After all those shots he’s already fired, one smart missile will kill the power.”

“How do you know all this?” asked Oscura.

“Drunk StarGuard guy I found in a bar once, I think.”

“Locked on,” laughed Cruz, almost maniacally. “Say goodbye, you little shits!”

Kiba poised herself. “Move the drone behind these idiots.”

The missile launched toward her, and once it was close enough, she leapt over it toward the jeep and landed on the hood. The New Glory gangsters’ looks of confusion quickly turned to panic when they saw the missile turn in the air and speed straight toward them, then back to confusion as Kiba bounded down the jeep and hopped onto the Chaser hijacked by Oscura. She balanced on top of it and watched the missile.

“You are misusing Nueva Angeles Police Department property,” she heard as the remaining drones approached and surrounded her. “Remove yourself or prepare to be–”

Kiba leaped over the missile which collided with Oscura’s Chaser. The ensuing explosion of the remaining drones propelled Kiba back toward the jeep, and she turned herself to the side and rolled with her katana in her paws. Once past the jeep, she skidded her boots across the roof of the sedan to slow herself, and stopped with a foot on the hood as she looked behind the car. After a moment, the jeep split in half, and both sides careened to both sides of the highway before crashing, sending New Glory soldiers flying everywhere. Cruz was left laying on his front with his beloved Irma next to him, smoking and depowered.

Kiba sheathed her katana and slid back into the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt and rolling the window back up.

“That was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen!” breathed Jax. “How’d you do that?!”

“Standard training,” said Kiba.

“I’ve scrambled the police’s tracker and wiped our car from the Chasers’ camera database,” said Oscura. “We just need to get out of here.”

“Gladly.” 

Jax took the next exit back to the city, driving into the Little Asia district. A middle-class borough where most of the varied Asian community of Nueva Angeles banded together. She pulled into an alley next to a Vietnamese convenience store and stepped out, before collapsing against the hood. Oscura and Kiba got out with her.

“That could’ve gone better,” said Oscura.

Jax lifted her head. “Hey, we got away with the goods. And we looked cool doing it.”

“Very sloppy,” muttered Kiba, who leaned against the wall like she was trying not to collapse with exhaustion.

Jax perked up as she felt vibrating in her jacket pocket. She fished out her phone and grinned as she answered the call. “Andy, hey!”

On her screen was a badger called Andrew Mitchell, known in the merc world as Big Andy. Older guy, late thirties Jax was sure, known around N.A. for his huge cybernetic shotgun paws.

“Well, you three had a fun night out, did ya?” he asked in his gruff cockney voice. Jax couldn’t help but notice his RBF was particularly intense. “I sent ya to do a simple exchange, and suddenly you’re havin’ a merry little chase around the motorway with New Glory and cop drones?”

“Oh, you saw that?” asked Jax with an awkward toothy grin.

“The whole fuckin’ city saw it,” Andy sighed. “It’s all over the news. You’re just lucky the car was blurred out.”

“Hey, we got the gun!” Jax pointed the phone through the car window to show the briefcase on the seat. “See?”

“Well, there’s that at least,” said Andy. “Kiba and Oscura with you?”

“I’m here,” said Oscura.

“Yes,” Kiba muttered.

“And you’re all alive,” said Andy, his tone a little softer. “Ya took care of that mess quick enough, and ya got the Heat Burster. All in all, job well done, three of ya.”

“Did you see my sick drift?” asked Jax, smiling eagerly.

Andy rolled his eyes. “Yes, I saw your drift. Very nice.”

Jax’s big tail waggled happily.

“That said,” Andy continued, “streets are still a bit too hot after all that excitement. I’ll send ya a text when it’s safe to get back here, and we’ll see about a buyer for this fancy toy of ours.”

“We just paid twenty thousand for it,” Jax pointed out. “Granted, it wasn’t our money, but still.”

“And to the right market, we’ll get at least double,” Andy said. “You let me worry about all that. Just keep your heads down for a few hours, alright?”

“Rightyo, chief,” said Jax with a salute. “You won’t even know where we are.”

“Yeah, that’s gonna worry me a bit.”

“We’ll keep a leash on her,” Oscura assured him, getting next to the skunk.

Jax frowned. “I don’t need a leash.”

Kiba approached Jax’s other side. “No, you need a shock collar.”

“Getting kinky on me?” asked Jax, leaning toward Kiba and inadvertently flicking her tail in Oscura’s face.

“Just stay out of trouble until the heat dies down,” groaned Andy before hanging up.

“Well, the night’s still young,” said Jax, stretching her arms. “Wanna get something to eat? There’s a night market near here if I remember right, and I’m starving.”

“Fine, why not,” said Oscura, “but what about the Heat Burster? Should we take it with us?”

“You wanna carry a big corpo briefcase around the Black Tigers’ neighbourhood?” Jax pointed out.

“Good point. I’ll put it in the trunk.”

Once that was done, Jax locked the car and led her partners out of the alley.

“I can smell the ramen already,” she grinned, starting to walk down the street before being stopped by Kiba.

“If you could, then you would be following the smell that way,” the wolf said drily, pointing toward the alley across the road.

Jax darted her eyes between Kiba’s mask and Oscura’s smirk, before leading the way there. “Fuck off.”

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Le Sserrafim Chaewon x Male Reader

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My first ever Chaewon smut. Please play your favorite eurobeat song while you indulge.

"They're right behind us."

Police sirens were only an annoyance, like a dog that was all bark and no bite. They did nothing to deter you, and only served as distracting background noise, accompanying flashing red and blue lights that were just a blur in the rear-view mirror. 

The smell of burning rubber permeated the air, with the wind in your face, and beams of sunlight reflecting off the hood. Three pursuit cars chased behind, with more on the way, but there was never a need to worry. It wouldn’t be a problem, not unless you made a mistake—and you never did.  

“I need thirty seconds to disable the tracker.” 

Hands gripped the steering wheel, not even bothering to look back behind you, while a petite woman in the passenger seat fiddled with a small black device underneath the glove box. 

“Then work your magic.” Tires screeched, and the car fired off like a bolt of lightning, as the distance between struggling cops became even more embarrassing. 

“Tracker disabled. Can you lose them?” The woman in the passenger side asked, intently focused on the police scanner without any expression on her face. Police comms never sounded so desperate. 

“Of course. I can lose anyone.” 

“You better. The puppet master won’t like it if we’re late.”

“The PM can kiss my ass then.” 

Highways were a death sentence, especially when traffic was this bad, and you needed to get the hell out of there. You’d never lose cops like this. Even when speeds approached over 150 mph, wailing sirens grew louder and louder.

“They still have eyes on us. Two behind us, one charger on your right. They might pit us.” 

“They can try.” Not that you’d ever give them a chance to, and with a hand on the shifter, you floored it, weaving through traffic on the wrong side of the road. The adrenaline in your body sky-rocketed. It wasn’t anything you hadn’t done before, but it always came with risk—but with high risk came high reward. 

“Just don’t get cocky.” 

Vehicle still southbound, approaching dangerous speeds over 150 miles per hour. Be advised, now heading into opposing lanes of travel. Requesting additional units. 

The woman beside you looked nervous as she looked behind her, then focused on bright beams from the many death traps headed your way. Against her better judgment, she had confidence in your skills. 

“Chaewon, it’ll be fine. I’ve got this.” The sleek vehicle purred beautifully as you dashed in and out of traffic, loud horns blaring at you. One wrong move would send the both of you to the hospital, or worse, but you wouldn’t let that happen. 

“I sure hope so. I’d hate for this box to be my grave.” 

Your carefree words did little to put Chaewon at ease, but it wasn’t your job to keep her cool, just to arrive in one piece unscathed. When you spotted a break in the traffic, you pushed the car to its limits and drove back onto the proper side of the road, then took the exit, and rounded the corner back into the city. Sirens still roared behind, a constant reminder not to let your guard down. 

“I’ll lose them in two turns. Just watch.” 

“Bet. You owe me dinner if you don’t.” Dashing past several red lights, you took a left, went through a parking garage, out the other end, then took a right and under an overpass. Sirens were a faint murmur in the distance, and you saw flashing lights across the upcoming intersection, heading in the opposite direction. 

Vehicle currently VCB, last spotted heading northbound off exit 24

“You’re toying with them. This isn’t a game.” 

“Relax, Chae. It’s not my fault they make it too easy.”

“Wow, congrats. You out drove a bunch of cadets. Want a gold medal?” Chaewon turned her head and caught eyes with you, just to let you know it didn’t impress her. 

“Just mark the dropoff spot, sweetie. Maybe someday you’ll be able to drive this well.”

“You know cars aren’t my preference. I much prefer to have something thick between my legs.” Chaewon smirked, with her arms folded, and her cute nose twitched.

Miles of road went driven unfollowed, which gave ample time to catch your breath while you pulled into the destination—an empty, unmarked garage by the docks. 

“You’re reckless,” Chaewon scolded as she exited the car. Her round eyes widened and her gaze was intense. It was hard to tell the validity of her emotions. 

“Maybe. But did we get caught?” 

“Not yet. Day isn’t over, though.” 

A message popped up on your phone. Car has been successfully dropped off. Rank upgraded. Please leave the area.

“Another successful job. Guess I’ll see you later. Thanks for the help, Chaewon.” 

“What? You’re just going to leave a girl here alone? My bike isn’t anywhere near here,” Chaewon scoffed. 

“You can take care of yourself, can’t you? Want me to call you a cab?”

“Hell no. I’d never be caught dead in some smelly taxi. It’s just—”

“What? Spit it out.” 

“You know, it’s just—racing gets me all types of excited. I love the feeling of being a fast car, escaping from those dumb cops. It just really gets me going.” 

“Yeah, I know the feeling. My heart is still racing. I almost spun out a few times.” 

“Not that kind of excited, dumbass!” 

“Then what—”

Chaewon grabbed your shoulders, pushing you against the nearest wall, inside the garage with your back pressed up against it. She moved quicker than a cat and grasped your face, silky lips crashing against your own. The sweet, unforgettable taste of her mouth invaded yours, tongues colliding, dueling with one another, fighting back and forth to see who had the upper hand. 

“You’re so fucking oblivious,” Chaewon spat out. The only retort you had was biting on her lower lip, and swiping your tongue across her teeth, before you captured her mouth, and took your fair share of dominance. Your faces were a hair's breadth away, but the vacant stare she gave off didn’t last long, betrayed by the lust in her eyes that demanded your lips back on hers.

“Or maybe you’re just too easy to read,” you said, gazing into Chaewon’s round eyes. It was hard not to stare down at the plunging neckline of her dress and the escaping cleavage that drew your eyes to her breasts. Your hands didn’t stay idle, wandering around her creamy skin, and hooked your fingers into both straps of her dress. 

“No—just fuck me against this wall. We don’t have much time before the PM shows up to pick this up. I don’t want him to be here when you’re balls deep inside me.” 

“Fair enough. I’ll get my crew to send a car to pick us up,” you said, eyes exploring the curves of her desirable body. ”That dress looks great on you, Chaewon.” 

“Everything looks great on me. Now don’t keep a girl waiting.” 

It was unfortunate you didn't have the time to explore Chaewon’s perfect body. Her naked body had blessed your eyes many times before, but you’d have to wait for a more opportune time to give it the attention it deserved. As much as the puppet master didn’t intimidate you, that didn’t mean that you wanted to get on his bad side. 

With no hesitation, you spun Chaewon’s compact frame around, and hiked up her little black dress past her tiny waist. It was a pleasant surprise that she didn’t have panties on to get in the way, presenting her round, spankable ass that you felt inclined to do just that—and slapped one cheek hard. 

“Fuck!” Chaewon gasped, and bit her lip. She placed her palms flat on the wall in front and stuck her ass out to entice you more. “Make it hurt.” 

When your focus shifted to Chaewon’s delicious backside, you gave her plump cheeks a firm squeeze, then kneaded them with your fingertips, before you delivered another harsh spank. The smack of warm flesh was addicting, as was the jiggle that Chaewon’s cheeks made when your palm struck it. Each smack rippled the pale cheeks harder than the last, and you followed up with squeezes of the tender skin. Chaewon tried not to moan too loud, but she couldn’t hide her satisfaction. The harsh sting on her backside drove her wild. 

One more loud spank, then two fingers traced the outline of her ass and dipped lower. They moved between her legs and rubbed her bare slit. A smile formed on your face by the amount of slickness that coated your fingers with arousal. 

“You’re drenched,” you whispered, and made Chaewon blush from ear to ear. Perhaps the thrill of a chase turned her on more than she led on, but most likely Chaewon being spanked a little too much, the answer being a combination of the two. 

“And you’re fucking hard as a rock,” Chaewon said. She pressed her bare ass against your bulge and wiggled her hips. “Hurry and put it in me already.” 

With hurried movements, you unzipped your pants, dragged them down, and took your boxers off at the same time. Chaewon eyes brightened and snatched your cock up. Her slender fingers wrapped around your length, then she pumped slowly with a firm squeeze, and stroked it from base to tip. 

“It’s still as big as I remembered.” Chaewon spread her legs wide for easy access, and aimed your shaft between her legs. The delicate movements she used made you throb. 

“Fuck me here, or fuck me here. Your choice,” Chaewon said, as she lined up the swollen head of your cock against her pussy, then her little puckered hole. Both options were optimal, but the way your shaft twitched more against the rim of her ass made the choice easy for you. 

Greed filled your body—you wanted Chaewon’s pussy just as much, but you couldn’t waste a chance to stuff her shapely ass with your cock. “You know how much I love your ass.”  

Chaewon looked back, wearing lust on her immaculate features. “Then shove your big cock in it. Don’t even think about pulling out.” 

“Like I could ever pull out of such a perfect ass.” You felt a demonstration was in order, so you lowered yourself down and dug your fingertips into her buttcheeks, spreading them wide apart. 

Chaewon’s plump ass was supple enough that even when you cupped it, it didn’t fully fit in your hands. Unable to hold back, you shoved your tongue in her sweet little asshole and swirled it around. 

You could tongue Chaewon’s ass until your tongue grew numb. It was truly a taste to be savored. The cute whines she made while your tongue explored her hole were just like you remembered. But before you got lost with your face buried in between her cheeks, you didn’t let yourself get carried away. There would be a time and place to eat Chaewon’s ass like a feast. So you took one more round of teasing licks and slickened her asshole up enough to prepare it for the pounding it was about to take. 

When you stood back up, your cock twitched at the sight of her exposed ass. Chaewon’s cheeks were so perfectly sculpted, and so well defined, that you needed to slap your hard shaft on them, desperate for some relief with your cock so pumped to the brim with blood. 

“Why isn’t that inside me yet?” It was a valid question for sure, one that you didn't have an answer to. It was hard to take your eyes off her welcoming cheeks, yet you didn’t want to be caught with your pants down—quite literally when the PM arrived. So after you released a held breath, your cock slid inside Chaewon’s very tight asshole, and somehow managed just past the tip while it disappeared inside. 

“That’s fucking it,” Chaewon moaned, and tilted her head back. Her ass eased back onto your cock, as her hips moved at a sluggish pace. 

“Still so damn tight,” you hissed, and slowly stretched her little asshole out. it had been too long since you felt such a strong clench around your shaft. 

“Of course. Did you expect something else? You’ll never find an ass tighter than mine.” Chaewon wasn’t wrong—even when you started pumping in and out of her warm asshole, it strangled your cock with a tight vice grip on the few inches trapped inside, and demanded more. 

“Fucking hell, Chaewon. I’ve missed pounding this ass so much.”

“The feeling is mutual. Nobody stretches me like you do.” The whiny moans Chaewon made through pursed lips were music to your ears, as she savored the fusion of pleasure and pain coursing through her body. “You know I like it rough. What are you waiting for?” 

If there was any reason you were holding back before, you wouldn’t be anymore. You snatched her hips, forcing yourself deeper into Chaewon’s asshole, and filled her to the hilt, just to withdraw, then slammed back in. She felt so fucking tight it drove you crazy, almost painful to pump into her as you formed a rhythm in harsh, rapid thrusts. You wouldn’t let up for a moment. 

“Fuck yes, just like that! Pound that ass harder. Wanna feel every fucking inch of that big cock. I love when you’re so deep, holy shit. Stretch my tiny little asshole out as wide as you can.”

“I forgot what a dirty mouth you had. My cock still makes you this needy?” 

“Hmph. Just shut up and fuck me. Fuck me until you explode in me.” 

That was something you had no problem doing. It was more of a rush fucking Chaewon’s tight ass than any chase could ever give you, and your cock was such a perfect fit inside her. It was less of a struggle to bottom her out than expected, and the view of your shaft penetrating her inviting asshole was perfect.

“Harder, fuck me harder, “ Chaewon begged between needy moans, and pushed herself back onto your cock, which made the delicate slide in and out of her asshole feel more incredible. You were inclined to give her what she wanted, and gripped her hips harshly until the deafening slap of flesh against flesh echoed around the metal walls. 

“Oh my god, yes! Pound my asshole, I wanna be filled with your cum!” 

Desperate cries for more did not go unanswered, which unleashed the feral beast inside you. Now you moved with uncontrollable thrusts, hips in a frenzy as you rammed into Chaewon’s ass without a care, her tight hole nothing but an outlet for the built-up lust she created. 

Harsh smacks returned to her plentiful backside, and the pale cheeks took on a familiar rosy hue. Relentless spanks after each frantic thrust made in an attempt to absolutely ruin Chaewon’s small body. 

But somehow you weren’t fucking her hard enough. If Chaewon still had the ability to speak coherently, then you hadn’t done your job properly. Too focused on your own pleasure, you ignored the pool of liquid that formed underneath her thighs from an unknown number of orgasms, and your fingers pressed into her warm skin deep enough to form bruises. You held Chaewon steady against you, and moved so roughly her legs were liable to give out, but all you could hear were the needy moans and whines from her not so innocent lips. 

“Is this what you wanted? To be fucked like a whore in public? We could have waited until we were at my place, but you were so fucking desperate to get dicked down. That pussy was just too wet, wasn’t it? You couldn’t wait for me to rail your ass?”

Between the smack of your hips against her ass, Chaewon felt lost in the pleasure, and it took a second for her to respond. 

“God, you always—you always talk too fucking much. But fuck, you’re right. I can’t help that I love your fucking cock. Fuck, it just fills my asshole so well!” 

Chaewon couldn’t stop moaning. Yet you fucked her ass like you had something to prove—like she wouldn’t ever find anyone able to fuck her this rough or deep, like you had staked your claim to it. You’d never really admit it, but there was a mutual desire for each other—you lusted for Chaewon just as much as she did for you. 

You fucked Chaewon with so much strength; it was as if your cock belonged inside her welcoming, warm asshole. Chaewon took everything you gave her with gusto and still wanted more. 

“Cum inside me. Use me to drain your balls, empty your hot load into my tiny little asshole.” 

Chaewon’s dirty mouth sent tingles up your spine. Slick coated her thighs, and they only grew wetter the more you railed her, as she savored every frantic thrust that slammed her body. Time was short, and you couldn’t hold out much more if you wanted to. Chaewon felt a little greedy and took one more intense orgasm that made her thighs quiver, then scrambled to latch onto anything on the empty garage walls.

There was no doubt Chaewon could tell you were close, but the diverse stream of profanities that escaped her lips wouldn’t last much longer, and neither would you. You could probably count to ten, but there was no way you’d make it past nine before you exploded. Not when Chaewon’s asshole squeezed your cock this tight, and urged your load out at a rate faster than expected. You held her hips steady, pulling her back, then jammed your throbbing shaft up her little asshole. With such striking thrusts, you’d expected her to break, but she held on until you reached the point of no return. 

“Cum for me.” 

Chaewon looked over her shoulder, whispered those three heavenly words, and you lost it. 

Everything stood still—you held tight the bruising grip on her heavenly hips, and kept up the momentum, inching closer and closer until you couldn’t hold out. 

After you looked down at Chaewon’s parted cheeks, the orgasmic sight of your cock disappearing between them was the last thing you needed. Her name on your lips was the last syllable out of your mouth as you buried your shaft deep into her asshole, erupted violently, and pumped her incredibly tight asshole full of cum. There hadn’t been a better sense of relief as Chaewon milked your cock, her ass wringing out every little last drop out of you, with the constant pulsations and spurts filling her up to the very brim. 

You wanted to cum in her again. Even after you flooded her asshole with cum, you wanted to fill her up again, and again, and again, until there was nothing left in your balls to empty. But the thrusts in your hips involuntarily slowed down until you couldn’t move much more. It would do for now as you pulled out and watched the thick amounts of cum you blasted inside her gaped hole leak out. If you still knew Chaewon—and you’re pretty sure you did, one time wouldn’t be enough to satisfy her. 

“Holy shit, do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been fucked like that? That was—”

“Amazing?” you said, and answered for her. 

“Don’t get cocky. I hate when you’re cocky. Just because you fucked me stupid doesn’t mean—”

Sounds of tires pulling up interrupted whatever thought Chaewon had. Several car doors opened. then shut, and put a panic inside Chaewon. 

“Shit! It must be the puppet master. We’re fucked!” Chaewon frantically pulled her dress down and tried fixing her messy hair. 

“Relax, it’s my crew. They brought us a car, but they know how to be discreet. They left already. It’s not the PM.” 

Chaewon wouldn’t believe it until she saw it. She began exiting out the garage, when it hit her just how difficult it was to move. 

“God, I can barely walk.”

“If I recall, you wanted it this rough. You quite literally begged for it.” 

“Shut up, I never begged. Let’s get out of here before the PM comes. You’re driving. I can barely feel my legs.”

✦✦

Driving on the highway at the speed limit felt strange. No blaring sirens when you looked back, no cars trying to ram you off the road, just limitless roads, the music blasting, and Chaewon by your side. It was quite peaceful. 

“How much longer?” Chaewon asked, fidgeting in her seat, and played with the straps of the seat belt. 

“At least an hour. You know how long this drive takes.” 

Chaewon rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you’re driving so slow for a racer. I’m falling asleep.” 

“I’m driving ten over. I don’t want to get pulled over. The police probably have our descriptions.” 

She stayed silent and just listened to the sound of cars passing by. But Chaewon was never really silent for long. 

“I’ve got a better idea.” Chaewon unbuckled her seatbelt, and leaned over, then casually reached over the center console. She slid a hand over your leg, caressing dangerously close to your crotch, and gave your thigh a squeeze. 

“Eyes on the road, sweetie,” she said, before you could see the smirk that formed on her lips. 

“Chaewon, what are you—”

“Don't question it, just drive. But speed up. Go at least eighty.” 

Your foot pushed down on the pedal enough to meet Chaewon’s demands, as slim fingers teased your crotch, circling your shaft. “Just focus on the road.” 

It wasn’t that hard to keep your attention on the road, for now. Chaewon would surely change that, when her fingertips traced the fly of your pants, and made them tighter. 

“Consider this practice.” 

“Practice?” It got more difficult to keep your composure while Chaewon palmed your hardening cock through the fabric of your pants. She leaned out of her seat and kissed the side of her neck, right behind your ear.

“You’re not always 100% focused when you’re driving away from the cops, are you? You’ve got so many things to deal with: sirens, lights, trackers, other cars in the way.” 

Her fingers began unzipping your pants, and at the same she blew hot air into your ear and reduced her sweet voice to a whisper. “I’ll give you such a huge distraction, and you’ll have no choice but to keep your eyes on the road.” 

You knew what she was doing. You knew exactly what she had had planned, but there was no way in hell you’d stop her. “Assuming we don’t run off the road.” 

“Well, don’t run off the road then.”

Easier said than done. She took one lick against your neck, then moved to nibble your earlobe, fiddling with the button of your pants until she had enough space to slip a hand down your pants. It was safe to say controlling your breathing—or anything else wouldn’t be simple.

“The only thing you need to worry about is that fantastic driving of yours. I’ll do the rest.” 

It was easy for her to say, like you weren’t going crazy just with her small hand on your cock, stroking ever so slightly. You’d have to remember to buy one of those remote vibrators the next time she wanted to drive and offer some “practice” of your own. 

The next step in Chaewon’s well-calculated plan was to get rid of your pants, just enough past your knees to give unfettered access to your cock. Fingers teased around the swollen head, squeezing enough to earn a subtle groan from your lips as she stroked your length.”

“How long has it been, an hour since you destroyed my ass? And you’re this hard already? Looks like your balls have filled back up too. Fuck, I must really turn you on that much.”

It was pointless to answer her when your precum trickled down her fingers. “Such a big, juicy cock, all for my hungry little mouth to suck on.”

Several teasing licks later and Chaewon had you in the palm of her hand, figuratively and literally. So much so that your foot involuntarily slipped off the pedal, lowering the car’s speed to a more considerable limit. 

“No cheating. If you slow down, I’ll stop.” 

Chaewon couldn’t help but enjoy the situation you were in, and ran her wet tongue around the tip of your cock, smiling smugly when she licked the aching slit, lapping up the mess she had created. As if that wasn’t enough to neglect your attention towards the road, Chaewon lowered her head down and wrapped her lips around your leaking tip and brought you into her warm mouth. 

It was a natural reaction to close your eyes, but you forced them open, and just gripped the steering wheel hard enough to change the color of your knuckles. Chaewon, however, had no mercy. She sealed her lips tight, then pushed down until her mouth rested at your base, pulling back at an excruciatingly slow pace while dragging her tongue back up. 

Repetition was the name of her game. Slow bobbing of her head ensued, followed by playful licks around your leaking head that traced down the length of your shaft. Once Chaewon was done, she dipped down to coat your balls with saliva, and sucked on each one for a few seconds—not quite long enough to give actual pleasure. 

Unsafe speeds be damned, you craned your neck down enough and saw streaks of red Chaewon had left on your cock from her favorite lipstick. It was pure agony to not do anything but stare through the windshield, and you felt the compulsion to grab the back of her head for a necessary outlet. 

“No. Keep both hands on the wheel. I told you to let me do the rest.”  

Such demands weren’t something you were used to, but neither was getting blown at high speeds during the middle of a highway. Chaewon needed to shift her body around, getting in a more comfortable position with her legs stretched out, with her knees on the passenger seat. It was helpful her small frame allowed her the free rein of movement, but also gave anyone passing by a very obvious view of exactly what she was doing. Not that either of you cared. 

Chaewon paid close attention to the way your cock reacted to her touch, and with every lick and tender suck of her lips, she extended her motions, until you moaned the right way for her. She was having way too much fun with this. 

It was a bad idea to look down to your lap at Chaewon’s bobbing head. “This is one hell of a distraction.” 

Loud, hungry slurps filled your ears before Chaewon responded. “I know. But after this, we’ll be even better at escaping the cops. You’ll be able to drive with your eyes closed.” 

You wished you could close your eyes, if only for a moment, to process the warm mouth swallowing up your cock, sending shivers of electricity after every stroke. Chaewon had moved past the teasing stage. Her lips were now wet with saliva and secured around your shaft, taking it all down her throat with ease, and burying her nose down to your crotch successfully every time. 

“Fuck, Chaewon.” Words grew a little difficult to mouth out. It became more impossible to keep eyes focused on the road, when Chaewon’s talented mouth slobbered all over your cock and sucked with a renewed determination. 

Your fingers hurt from how hard you gripped the steering wheel, but there were limited options to what you could do, and regretted every time you looked down at the blur of bobbed hair that sucked with intense, sharp suction. Her tongue and lips did everything to make you mad with pleasure. And it was working.

Chaewon was driving you insane. 

Every second that went by surprised you that the car didn’t slide away from you. Chaewon hummed around on your cock, sending strong vibrations that upped the pleasure, and the intoxicating squeeze of her throat when pursed lips slid up and down. It was all too much. 

“Chaewon—”

She only responded by bobbing her head frantically and slurped loudly, with her tongue flicking wildly out of control. Her hands weren’t idle either—one fondled your balls, and the other squeezed your thigh to encourage exactly what she wanted. Your stomach coiled, forming an uncontrollable blaze that couldn’t be put out, and you just held the steering wheel tight for dear life while you embraced the inevitable.

Chaewon felt the persistent throbs of your shaft, which made her plunge her lips down as far as they could go, with her cute nose flush with your stomach as you emptied down her throat. 

Somehow, you kept the car steady, with strained moans while her lips drained your balls. Constant suction demanded your load, and it was so much cum Chaewon nearly choked on it.

It wasn’t Chaewon’s favorite way to make you cum, but when she had absolute control over you, she’d take it. She waited for every drop to be milked out, and savored the weight of your thick load on her tongue before she pulled back, tilted her head back, and swallowed it down in several gulps. 

“God, how do you still cum so much? All that cum in my asshole wasn’t enough?” Chaewon asked with a satisfied smile, and licked your shaft clean, not wasting a drop, as she admired the lipstick she had smudged all over your cock. 

“This was your idea.” 

“You’re right, it was but—”

Chaewon didn’t have time to finish her sentence when the blare of sirens popped up behind you. In your orgasmic trance, you hadn’t realized you were going over one-hundred mph, thirty miles well over the speed limit. 

“Here we go again.” 

“Guess it's a good thing we practiced,” Chaewon said, returning to her seat, and buckled herself back in. “Lose them, and we can find a nice, quiet place for round three in the backseat. That is, if you still have any cum left to dump in me.” 

“Oh, I’ve got plenty, trust me. So you better head back there and get ready to take that dress off.” 

[staticblitz-moved]

Rly sucks when sirens are a trigger for you & you live in a city, so there’s always sirens.

[supremedinosaur]

a merc with a heart? pt.1

Natasha Romanoff x Villain!Reader

Warning: cursing and graphic violence. No use of pronouns.

Word count: 2100

Summary: Reader is a part of the team of mercenaries and crosses paths with the infamous Black Widow. 

Powers: matter absorption and weapon creation, enhanced strength, and accelerated healing.

 A/N: I’m kind of back after a giant brick of writers block hit me. 

Heavy influence from the game Cyberpunk 2077. You don’t have to know anything about the game to read. 

Not my gif

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“Dude, we have incoming from daddy long legs,” your teammate Jackie said peaking his head out from the vault door as you stuffed the duffel bags full of money.

“Everyone else is in position?” You asked into the comms in your ear as you zipped up your bag and swung it over your shoulder.

“Ready,” Marie said as you could hear her clicking keys in the background.

“We’re green,” Victor said probably eating a pizza in the truck while waiting.

“Allons-y, mes  amis (Let’s go, my friends),” you nodded at Jackie and walked out of the vault slipping on your gas mask along with Jackie.

Jackie pulled out a gas bomb from his bag and pulled the release on it. Once the gas started releasing, he threw the container towards the hostages, who were blindfolded and tied up in a circle. Although you all were criminals, it didn’t mean you wanted to harm innocence bystanders. Plus, the gas would to wipe their memory.

Once you were outside you threw off your mask and booked it towards your respective motorcycles. Jackie had his ARCH, and you had your Tyger Claw, both perfect fast vehicles that got the both of you out of the worst situations. As your vehicles roared to life, you booked it right away weaving through the busy streets, ignoring the occasional red light and horns blaring with them.

“He’s on our tail,” Jackie yelled turn back to fire a few rounds at the hero.

Giving a quick glance, you say the red insect swinging between buildings trying to get to you as well as dodge your partner’s shots. Suddenly, you heard sirens getting closer by the second.

“Can you make it to the corner of East and Briar?” Victor asked.

You focused for a second at the view in front of you, catching the green street signs. Suddenly you saw two cop cars screech into view, blocking the road at the intersection. “Yeah, incoming in 20,” you confirmed before leaning your bike to the side and pulling off a chunk of the exhaust pipe of a random car. You absorbed the metal, completely coating your body in it, and consuming what was in your hand.

“Ay cabron, that is never not gonna be weird,” Jackie commented with a weird face, while keeping the spider occupied with his gunfire.

Ignoring his comment, you swallowed the alloy and shot out a metal ramp out the palm of your hand right in front of you. The both of you, increased your speed and leaped into the air directly over the policeman below. While in midair you produced some chains with the leftover metals in your system and shot them at the cops, binding their mobility.

“I can’t look, did you make it,” Marie whimpered.

Just as you land back on the ground you burn tread again for the van only a short distance away.

“Don’t jinx us, M,” Jackie said.

Right when he said that you heard a splat of the spider’s web on the back of your vehicle. “Marie!” You groaned as you jumped your feet onto the seat of the bike, in a squat position and hopped onto Jackie’s bike, totally abandoning yours.

“Do you know how many bullets I had to eat to steal that?” You complained as you watched the trophy get dragged away.

Finally, the two of you drove into the truck bed and Victor immediately took off into the hustle and bustle of the city.

“Sorry, Y/N. Surveillance is temporarily disabled,” she said.

“Goodbye little buddy, you will be missed,” you said dramatically blowing it a kiss from inside the truck, before shutting the doors.

“Can’t you just make another one of those?” Victor asked confused.

“Yes, but that’s not as satisfying as starting gang war,” you scoffed as you manipulated the metal on the exterior of the truck to appear as a different vehicle.

“You’re leaving out the part where, you were too busy drooling over Black Widow, so I was the one to actually steal the bike. You ate 60 bullets because you left your mouth open so wide,” Jackie said ratting you out without a second thought.

“I was not drooling. You’re making shit up,” you whined taking a seat after you were done sculpting. “Besides, that was ages ago. She’s got bigger fish to fry.”

“After we hid the bike, she found us and threw us in the slammer,” Jackie continued with a straight face.

“It was her job.”

“You were flirting with her the entire way in the car,” he said in the same tone.

“Someone’s got a crush,” Victor said in a sing-song voice and Marie hummed in agreement.

“I do not,” you argued crossing your arms defensively.

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“Nagasaki is on the move,” you said following him from a safe distance.

“Just stay close enough to the target, long enough to download the virus onto his phone,” Marie said as you briefly made eye contact with her when you passed by.

You nodded your head and exited out the event room and walked towards the nearest supply closet. Once, you slipped inside, the light immediately switched on unexpectedly.

“Ahh! Putain de merde (Fucking shit)! You gorgeously scary woman!” You exclaimed as you jumped back hitting the wall behind you.

“What are a team of mercenaries doing in a ZenKai charity event?” Natasha questioned, ignoring your statement, without missing a beat.

“What’s an Avenger doing in a ZenKai charity event?” You countered.

“I suggest you and your friends get out of here before things get ugly,” Natasha said narrowing her eyes into a dangerous glare.

“Darling, it can’t get ugly if you’re here,” you smirked as she was clearly unamused. “Why all the hostility? We are guest you know,” you said crossing your arms in faux annoyance.

Natasha scoffed and looked you up and down before taking a look at your guest ID card, hanging around your neck. “Atualfo Jacobson? It’s that a type of mango?” She asked incredulously.

“It’s a family name!” You defended, trying hard not to laugh. Natasha clicked her teeth and opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by gunshots. Both of your heads whipped to the door and on instinct you coated your body with titanium, thanks to your pendant around your neck. Natasha’s hands went to her pistol as you lead the way out the door.

“Stay behind me,” you said keeping light on your toes in your fighting stance.

“Why should I trust you? Aren’t you behind all of this?” She whisper-yelled.

“Then I guess you’re just another pretty face,” you smirked as a group of guards turned the corner and open fired. As each bullet ricocheted off of your skin but left holes in your clothing, revealing your titanium skin underneath. “Get to steppin’, twinkle toes.”

“Don’t call me that,” Natasha demanded as she returned fire towards the assailants as she used you as a shield, literally. With Natasha behind you, you slowly pressed on down the seemingly long stretched hallway.

“The only way out is past those guards, Y/N,” Marie informed you.

“Whatever is happening there isn’t affecting the guest on the main floor, try to keep the mess there. We’re on standby, metalhead,” Victor said with a hushed tone.

As conversation ran through your mind, you were also simultaneously analyzing each of the attackers. Five men in tuxedos, three of the of slim build armed with standard pistols. The other two were more troublesome with bigger builds, making you wonder how much money it took for all the strength mods. One had a shot gun and the last one had a semi-automatic, both had katanas slung behind their backs.

“I’m headed towards the access door on the south side. Think you can meet me in 5?” Jackie asked.

At the rushed tone of your partner’s voice, you whipped your arms down from a defensive stance and unleashed dual katanas out the palm of your hands. “I’d never leave you hanging Jackie,” you confirmed.

The guards showered the both of you in bullets until their magazines were empty. The all-dramatic moment when the hollow clicks of their weapon dawned on them.

“I hope you’re ready to dance, darling,” you smirked as you saw her whip out her batons out of the corner of your eye.

Natasha sighed, “You’re coming with me back to SHIELD after this is all over, Y/N.”

You charged toward the group with Natasha in tow. In rapid speed, your blades clashed with the two other ones. “If that’s your way of asking me out on a date then you’re gonna have to do better than that,” you struggled as you forced back both men with all your strength.

You quickly back up from your two opponents, creating some distance between you both. But the distance didn’t last long as the one the right charged for you. The man made a heave swing from down on to your smaller form, but you quickly caught his strike with your blades, with an X formation. Out of the corner of your, eye you saw the other opponent start to make a move for you.

“Don’t you two know anything about a samurai’s code of honor?!” You grunted. With you last bit of strength you pinched the blade before you and twisted your katanas, ripping the man’s weapon out of his hands. With the weapon tossed to the side, out of arms reach, you swung your arms back down, slicing deeply through the man’s chest. Blood splatter hitting you and everything surrounding.

While working to defeat one opponent, you had almost no time to react to the next as he swung at your face. He almost managed to slice it through, had your skin not reacted on instinct and hardened right before contact. “Really?! My face?!” You shouted with your head tilted and your arms hung loosely by your sides.

The man made no effort to respond to you any more than an annoyed grunt. Sneaking a glance behind him, you saw Natasha takedown her second opponent.

“Okay, hunchback of Notre Dame, give me what you got,” you challenged absorbing your swords back into your body and hardening your skin.

The enemy charged at you one last time, swinging from his right side. In fast motion, you caught his blade in the palm of your left hand, crunching it under your strength. While his mind was focused on his blade, your right hand quickly grasps his neck. As his neck is in a firm choke hold, he drops his weapon and claws at your fingers. Without a second thought, you pulled your head back and smashed your forehead right into his.

“Maybe, that’ll teach you some code of honor,” you said throwing his body off to the side.

“So messy,” Natasha scoffed. When you looked up, you saw her with her arms crossed and back against the wall.

“Alright, next time I’ll let you handle the giant roid meatheads,” you countered, pulling out your handkerchiefs and wiping your face. You checked your watch and saw that you had one minute two minutes to spare. Just enough time to get to Jackie.

“I would, but they seem to be more attracted to your ugly face.”

“And here I was being chivalrous and what not,” you said clicking your teeth. Once you were done, you tossed the cloth aside and made your way down the hall.

“Like I need help from you,” she bit back as she walked cautiously beside you with her gun pointed out in front of her.

“No, no, of course not,” you said making a face and shaking your head. Without warning you held out your hand, holding out a handful of widow bites, you created for her.

Before Natasha could even dismiss the gesture, she looked at her wrist and saw an empty holster. Begrudgingly, she took them from your hand. You smirked at her silent admittance of defeat, savoring the feeling of her fingertips grazing your skin.

“There’s an exit on your right, that’s gonna take you down to where Jackie is,” Marie said breaking your moment.

Abruptly, you clasped her hand in a hold with the widow bites in between. “You gotta admit, ma belle(my beautiful), we make a great team,” you said keeping her hand in yours. You gently placed your hand on her waist and guided her as her back hit the wall. Her gaze searched your eyes, a hint of vulnerability held within them. For a second, you could have sworn she felt something for you. Her gaze faltered under yours, as if she was making a hard decision.

At the end of the day, you had a job to do, and you couldn’t slip up now after how far you have already come. Once, you were sure she was distracted you held her wrist against the wall and solidified and metal cuff, securing her in place and backing away.

“I’m sorry. I need find him,” you said with guilt washing over you before pushing he exit door open.

[rachaelswrites]

Party Blues

Jennifer Jareau x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 1,078

Requested By: Anonymous

Hey could I request, jareau!reader wanting to go to a party, and JJ says no, so she sneaks out and she gets to the party, and JJ and the team show up because the unsub is there and jareau!reader tries to sneak away but she runs into someone on the team, they tell JJ, and she gets taken to the BAU where a long talk is happening

It wasn’t fair that you were nearly seventeen and you had never been to a party. All your friends had but lucky enough for you, your mom was an fbi agent and your dad a cop. There was no way they’d let you go to a party. 

It was almost the end of junior year and your classmates and friends wanted to celebrate. One of the girls in your Algebra class was throwing a huge party for everyone in your grade and you were determined to go, no matter what. 

When you asked your parents, it was a hard no. You begged and begged, even willing to take tests to show that you’d keep your word of not getting wasted. They still refused, not wanting to take the risk. Your mom’s job put the whole family at risk and something like a party was just an accident waiting to happen in her eyes. Will was more sympathetic with you but nothing could trump JJ’s mama bear instincts. 

~~~~~

The night of the party arrived and while all your friends were out enjoying themselves, you were stuck playing board games with your parents and little brothers. You loved your family, especially the times when all of you were home together but you wished, for this one night only, you were somewhere else. 

After several rounds of Uno and one game of Monopoly, you headed upstairs to try and sleep. You were about to close your eyes but your phone buzzed so you checked it. It was one of your closest friends, who was at the party. You thought she could’ve been in trouble so you answered, “Hello?”

“Hi,” she said, “Are you home right now?”

“Where else do you think I am?” you said. 

“Good. I’m right outside and down the block. Can you meet me?”

“Why am I meeting you?” you asked. 

“Where do you think I’m taking you?” she asked. 

“You know I can’t go. My parents will get mad.”

“So? You never get in trouble Y/n. Live a little. Worst case scenario you’ll be grounded. We can deal with that.”

You thought about it for a moment before sighing, “Fine. But get me home before Midnight. And I’m not getting drunk.”

“Deal.”

Within minutes, you were sneaking out the window and jogging down the sidewalk of your neighborhood. If anyone was out, it would look like you were going on a late night run, something you did more often than not. You met your friend in her car and climbed into the passenger seat before she drove off the party. 

~~~~~

The party was going well until in the distance, you thought you heard sirens. You shook it off and continued dancing with your friends. A few minutes later, the sirens got louder but everyone was either too drunk to care or if the blaring music was too loud. Within seconds, you saw several FBI agents, ones part of your mom’s team bust into the room, completely ruining the party. You quickly ducked out of their sight and tried to get out of the house without being seen but you ran right into Luke, who quickly stopped you. 

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” he asked you.

“Leaving,” you said as you tried to push past him but he grabbed your arm to stop you. You heard Emily’s voice coming from his earpiece and you knew you were in for it. 

“I don’t see him Prentiss but we have another situation.”

~~~~~

Once the situation at the party died down, everyone was sent home except for you. Your mom had met Luke and you in front of the house before you were being put in one of the suvs and taken back to the BAU. Your mom had you wait in Garcia’s office until she came to get you. You two left Garcia’s lair and you headed straight for the door but your mom grabbed your wrist gently, “You think you’re getting off the hook that easy?” she asked. 

“Well I just thought we would do this at home without a crowd,” you said, gesturing to her teammates who were not so secretly listening in. 

JJ, while still holding onto your wrist, pulled you into the round table room and slammed the door shut behind her, “What were you thinking?” she asked you.

“What? You think I was planning on being at a party with an unsub?” you asked back. 

“I didn’t think you were intending on attending a party tonight, especially after me and Will told you no,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Well if it makes you feel better, I didn’t intend for you to find out,” you said. 

JJ scoffed, “And is that supposed to help the situation Y/n? What would I have done if I didn’t get called into work and I went to check on you and I saw you were gone. Or if that unsub had hurt you.”

“I don’t know mom. I didn’t even know the kid anyway,” you said. 

“You could’ve gotten seriously hurt Y/n,” JJ said, “Or worse.” 

“But I didn't, so there’s nothing to worry about,” you argued back. 

“Not the point.”

“Then what is the point? Am I grounded? Banned from any more social interaction? Cause it feels like I already am anyway.”

“You’re not though,” your mom said softly, “Me and Will just want to protect you.”

“You’re not protecting me. You’re sheltering me and it’s doing me no good. Can you ever just let me breathe?”

“Y/n I just want to keep you safe. You know how my job puts you at risk. I don’t want you to get hurt because of my job,” she said, resting her hands on your shoulders. She could tell you were trying to hold in your tears, just like she was trying to hold in her own. She knew you were almost seventeen and you needed space now, “How about this. Tomorrow morning, you, me and Will can talk about this whole thing in the morning. I’m sure we can figure out something where everyone is happy.”

“Okay,” you said as you nodded, “Thank you for everything mom. I know you always try to keep me safe. 

“Well it’s kinda my job,” she said with a small laugh. She went to the door and opened it for you, following you out of it. 

“And you’re doing a pretty good job so far.”

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FAITH NO MORE!!! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST!!! by Gloria Cavalera

 January, 1993.....Zyon was about a week old when our friends, Faith No More swaggered into Phoenix's Club Rio for a show.  This was an event we couldn't miss!  We were solid friends and their new record was taking over the world like a virus..swiftly encompassing every crack on the face of the Earth.  FNM infection was spreading and it eventually breezed through our front door!

   I got on the phone and lined up passes.  Now, what to do about Zyon?  I couldn't leave him home without us.....he was so fresh!  Max and I came up with the idea to call our trusted limo driver, George from Lebanon, and hire his car to be our home for the night!  We could tuck Roxane in there to watch Z-MONEY and we could rock out!!  The limo could park in the backstage area and all would be great!  Roxanne was 10 years old and would be fine with George.  Max's sister, Kira, loved FNM, so we swooped up a ticket and pass for her too and she could accompany Roxy, and also watch Z.

 We cruised in all happy and excited to see the guys.  Limo parked at the back and Max and me inside raging!  After the show was over, we ripped it up a bit in the dressing room and Max was like "Let's go party at our house!  I have plenty of booze!"  After much convincing that we were ready to bash, Mike and Billie said they would cruise up.

 We had given the guys our address, but they went to the wrong house. After all it was after 2:00am and dark out.  They spooked the neighbor's, I guess, because someone called the police and said there were burglars in the yard!!  Dana went outside and found Mike and Billie wandering down the street, of course no one knew the police were on their way!

I was in bed with Zyon, exhausted from going out so recently after giving birth.  Dana was in charge as Max was rambling around still searching for nonexistent party favors.  Mike, Billie and Dana were outside when the red lights blared around the corner, siren screeching.  The cops went up to the guys and started questioning them.  Dana was adamant that they were rockers looking for fun and not cat burglars, about to pile drive a neighborhood. "Oh yeah, sing something.." one of the officers said to Mike.  This left Mike a bit surprised as you can see by his expression.

  Max, in his delirium,  managed to snap some photos, as Dana told him to grab the camera and Kodak the moment.  He couldn't find alcohol, but thankfully he found the camera and was able to save this moment for all, my Students!

    After much discussion, the police believed them and drove off in search of real crime!  Mike and Billie called a cab and headed to their hotel, all dreams of a party quite squashed...  Me??  I woke up the next morning and laughed my ass off after hearing the story!  Max had a hangover and Dana had a big smile!!!  And Z???   He was just growing...

[mediocre--writing]

Favorite Crime

S- I was your willing accomplice, honey

Bad news. Bad news, bad news, bad news.

Nobody had a single good word to his name, besides a praise for his party facade or his skills in bed.

But there's always a deeper story behind a headline, or that's what Nancy had always told him. That this unflattering headline covered a hurt, poor person who was, more than likely, being villainized for a story. That's what happened with Jonathan, right?

Bad guy has a shitty family life and it turns out he's not the villain at all, just different in a way people don't yet understand.

But how can someone so cruel and crude have a deeper story than just being a jackass?

Turns out, it's always more complicated than calculus homework Steve still doesn't understand.

A short word from Max itched a scratch inside Steve's head that had been bothering him since the first day. The way he sauntered, never just walked, nor did he ever cower, the way he always looked so fine, so perfect, so okay.

Just like Steve does, he guesses. The focus on his hair and his clothing and how he's perceived, it doesn't matter to him how he looks, he just wants people off his back.

So, it's not surprising that it was an uphill journey, more like a completely vertical wall standing between them, but they somehow made it to the top, made it together.

Somehow, despite the fights and denials, despite the reluctance and the running, it was rough, and it seemed like gravity was strongest at the top, trying to pull them down the closer they got together. They're standing at the top, this once unattainable point that seemed like the top of the world where the sun shined brightest on them and only them. Nobody else.

Except there's always someone else, isn't there?

It's not always someone falling in love with someone else or falling out of love with the one they were destined to be with, sometimes there's pressures you can't fight on your own, sometimes they're even too strong to fight with someone else. Sometimes you can't defeat your enemy like the knight slays the dragon. Sometimes you don't live happily ever after with the princess and she just stays locked in her tower until someone can actually save her.

B- Doe-eyed as you buried me

The eyes, the lashes, the soft glances in the hallway and the sweet smiles shared during practice. They all pile up over time, creating this deep, strong warmth that keeps your body warm. The warmth that you don't notice until you're separated from it for a second too long.

The fire ignited in a once ice cold heart that gives meaning and light to a corrupted soul begging for help.

Those big, brown eyes that were once referred to as "ugly cow eyes," a statement that Billy couldn't disagree with more. Because even if they were cow eyes, they were sweet, beautiful, innocent eyes that were so willing to love.

Eyes that opened his own, opened his eyes to a bright, new future he didn't even know existed before.

It was smothering, the feeling, which he hadn't felt in almost ten years now, one he didn't realize he'd forgotten what that love felt like, what being cared for felt like.

He fell into love like a poor, unexpecting animal would fall into a hunter's trap.

It was like he knew it was happening, he noticed he was falling and tried to grab onto the sides of the trap, try to claw his way out, but he inevitably fell to the bottom, laying on his back, but he noticed that this trap wasn't so bad. He could still feel the sunlight on his cheeks and there was someone there, laying next to him who offered great comfort as they waited for the predator to kill them both.

But it felt safer when there was dirt being put on top of him to keep the burning heart warm, it was like the predator wouldn't be able to spot them if they hid for long enough under this false hope, because they were still stuck in the bottom of the trap and they were only digging themselves deeper.

S- And now, every time a siren sounds, I wonder if you're around

Steve's favorite color was always purple. He liked the harshness of red and the calm of blue and purple always seemed to fit the blend. It was a strong color, something he'd associated with his best days and reminded him of this innocence he loved.

He doesn't love purple so much anymore.

The neon signs above shops and restaurants, composed of this beautiful red and dashing blue turned the dark mall into a bright purple.

The fireworks bouncing off the walls and their faces glowed in bright yellows and greens and blues and reds and purples.

And that purple hue covered everything that night. Not a single light was burning brighter than that purple color.

The red blood gushing down his chest wasn't beautiful and the sight of his dashing blue eyes closing was more horrifying than any sight he'd ever been forced to watch.

He hated purple. He hated the mix of blue and red and he hated the beautiful purple color that highlighted his face while he struggled to breathe, while he searched for Steve’s eyes and reached out for his hand before he just--stopped.

And the sirens, God, the sirens.

They were loud and blaring and the god damn red flashing lights were mixing with the blue lights from cop cars and Steve was so fucking sick of seeing those colors everywhere. So fucking sick of that loud blaring noise, but that also could have been a result of the concussion and blood loss he’d experienced within the past 48-ish hours.

And, he gets it, that sometimes people just don’t get lucky enough to make it.

But it’s been close to three months and every time a cop car or ambulance passes him, he just wants to sprint after it, like he wanted to that night, just to see him one more time before the inevitable ends it for good.

The inevitable, isn’t it always funny that you can stop it? Or--could have stopped it. There’s always a solution that could have prevented this “unpreventable” event, yet people pretend it isn’t so. That people die because it’s “meant to be” and not a tragic fate that no good person deserves.

The inevitable, isn’t so inevitable, turns out, on a day in November when Max admits a hidden truth.

And they meet again, but it feels the same. They missed each other unlike any person they hadn’t seen. They just sit for hours, barely talking but just holding hands, squished on this tiny hospital bed where a, supposedly dead, teenager and his boyfriend sit and silently cry.

And as they hear an ambulance pull up outside of the hospital, Steve doesn’t tense like he has been for the past months, he just squeezes Billy’s hand tighter and feels his breathing from where they’re touching.

B- But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

The camaro, the doctors warned him that he may not like driving it, some form of PTSD from the night and the accidents that had occured, but Billy felt more released from his problems as he drove the car than when he had to sit in a hospital room or talk with his step sister and the nerd herd about...well, anything.

And the sunrise, how beautiful sunrises were above treelines as you release your problems with a loud rev of an engine.

He’d done his morning like he always would, made coffee when he woke up, got dressed, poured an extra cup for Steve, kissed him on the forehead when he left it on the nightstand, then lounged around the living room for a while.

Except today was different.

Billy wasn’t getting up at 6am, he was getting up at 5.

And he didn’t get dressed and lounge around, he got dressed and loaded his favorite things into his car.

But he was making the cup of coffee for Steve to wake up to when he got up at 7, it just probably wouldn’t be as hot as it usually was.

There’s a new step, but just for this day. He rips off a piece of paper from the notepad that they left by the phone.

He rips off the corner, enough to fold in half so it sits upright on the nightstand.

He draws a sloppy heart, one Steve always said just looked like a fat ‘X’, and signs a little ‘B’ in his “fancy prince handwriting” as Steve always called it.

He set the paper next to the cup of coffee, pulled up the sheets on his side of the bed, pushed Steve’s messy bed head back and left a soft peck on his forehead, then one on the tip of his nose. Steve’s pink, chapped lips moved into a soft, dopey smile as Billy pulled the blankets over his chest more, it was starting to get cold with October approaching.

The camaro roared under him as he started it up and pulled out of the driveway, working his way West, all the way to California: somewhere where his abusive dad wasn’t around and neither was the pressure to hide himself.

He hid everything, his sexualities, a majority of his home problems, his mental issues, how he’d see things, things that weren’t there and never had been. He’d continue wearing himself thin trying to keep up this facade, it was like he’d pushed himself down so far he forgot what he was supposed to like, what he used to hate.

For the best. This was better because he didn’t feel like Billy, he felt like different versions of some other person who was acting the role of Billy. Felt like his personalities didn’t match from person to person, lost the cathartic feeling of exposing all his thoughts to Steve, it made him feel guilty.

And Steve didn’t deserve that. Never did.

Billy was never good for him. He split everything up. Split up his own parents' marriage, he was the cause of most of their fights, and he ruined any and every relationship he’d ever been in, even the ones with Max or other people his age that he could have been a real friend to.

He still thinks about Steve, often. Thinks about him with a fond smile but hates how he was around him. Hated that feeling of hiding who he really was any time he was with this person who was supposed to be the best thing for him.

Hated the way Steve made him feel the need to pull at the reins to stop but made him want to go faster, faster, faster.

Hated Steve. Hated the way he loved him, but he just couldn’t force himself to be that happy.

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime...'Cause baby, you were mine.

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Set Me Free | Chapter 7 (Ending)

Chapter List

Pairing: hybrid!Yoongi x human!reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, coffee shop AU, hybrid AU

Word Count: Chapter: 4,000~  Total: 40,000~

Updates daily at 10pm MST

Warnings: mentions of physical abuse, injuries, blood, trauma, a lot of crying but there’s a happy ending I swear

Summary: Yoongi, a cat hybrid, has been hurt time and time again by a world that would have him believe he’s worthless. One day he finds himself in your protective care, and gets a new family to boot. But is it really that easy to escape the past and embrace a new beginning?

Author’s Note: In this fic the reader’s name is Yeoji

Another Author’s Note: Thank you so much to everyone who has read this fic! It took a long time for me to finish and edit, but I’m so glad I finally got the idea out of my head and into the world. I’ve been kicking around ideas for a little epilogue (something short and fluffy) if anyone would be interested in that. I also have plans for future fics with the other boys in this same AU. :)

As soon as you recognized the man in the video, you called the police. Kwon Hyunjoong’s name wasn’t unfamiliar to the city police. They’d had multiple run-ins with him investigating hybrid crimes. But he was always careful enough to worm his way out of the charges. The lax hybrid rights laws didn’t help the situation. Even with all the progress and new policies implemented in recent years there was often next to nothing that could be done to stop the atrocities. Fortunately, since Yoongi was registered as yours, the police could pursue it as a theft and potentially damage to personal property. Depending on the degree of harm, it could be brought to trial as an animal abuse case. You didn’t like it, but it was the only way they could help you. 

The problem was that Hyunjoong had multiple establishments at different locations, so the police weren’t sure where to start looking. Luckily the head of the hybrid crimes division, Detective Moon Bora, was more than happy to take it as an opportunity for a police raid on several of his known locations. Hopefully that would give them a chance to gather evidence and shut at least part of his operation down. Still, you needed to find the place he’d taken Yoongi too. You remembered the business card the snake of a man had given you when he came into the cafe. You quickly dialed Jin, who was still at your apartment with the rest of the guys.

“Jin, can you look for something in my desk? It’s a business card, mostly purple with some kind of logo on it. Should say the name Kwon Hyunjoong on it,” you said, not bothering with a hello.

“On it,” Jin said. You heard his footsteps and then the shuffling as he rifled through your desk drawers. “Got it! The Eclipse Club. *** W. **th Street. Is that where he is?”

“Maybe,” you responded, then hung up. You quickly called the police back and told them what was on the card. They assured you’d they’d send units there immediately, but you couldn’t bring yourself to just wait. So you snagged Namjoon’s keys out of his pocket and ran back to the car. By the time he, Jimin, and Jungkook caught up you were already pulling out of the parking lot. Namjoon banged on the window and tugged at the door handle but the doors had locked automatically when you put it in drive and there was no way you were stopping the car. You didn’t even glance in the rearview as you drove away, not seeing your little brother run his hands through his hair in frustration, Jungkook frantically dialing for a cab, and Jimin watching with wide, frightened eyes.

You punched the address into your phone’s GPS at the next light. To say you were speeding would be an understatement of comical proportions, but none of the cops that zipped past you with their sirens blaring, seemed to care. It both comforted and terrified you to see the pure volume of police heading to the same destination as you. You pulled up in front of the club to find several police cars already stopped near the entrance. The officers were trying to set up a perimeter so no potential witnesses or perpetrators could slip away. They weren’t being nearly as cautious about letting people in, so you managed to shoulder your way through the writhing crowd of sweaty and inebriated club-goers. 

Once inside you suddenly felt overwhelmed. You had no idea where to start looking. With no better ideas, you started elbowing people aside and moving through the building, screaming Yoongi’s name. A young girl—she couldn’t have been more than nineteen—with round black ears nestled in her curly white hair bumped into you. One of her eyes was blacked and a split ran through her pretty doll-like lip. She hurried to apologize, straightening her microscopic tulle skirt as she bowed. You quickly grabbed her arm drawing her eyes back up to meet yours.

“Yoongi!” you shouted at her. She frowned, understandably confused. “I’m looking for a guy called Yoongi,” you said again, leaning closer in hopes she could hear you better over the deafening sound of the crowd and the music still blaring through the speakers.

“Yoongi?” she said, clearly not recognizing the name. Your heart sank as you realized with horror that Kwon Hyunjoong might not have brought Yoongi here. “Yeah. Smallish guy, soft cheeks, honey-blond hair, little black cat hears and tail.” You described, hoping to jog her memory.

“Suga?” she said, coming to a realization. “They just brought him back. The master took him to the cage.” She nodded to a hallway in the back where several police officers were already shoving their way though the crowd. “He looked angry,” she added with a frown, ears twitching nervously.

“Thank you,” you said, giving her arm a squeeze as you started pushing through the crowd again. You reached the hallway relatively easily but your progress slowed when you came upon a crowd of officers gathered around a doorway, trying to usher two burly men in handcuffs through the throngs of inebriated people. You continued pushing your way through, managing to escape their notice for the most part even as you elbowed a few cops in the ribs. When you got close enough to the doorway you saw a set of metal stairs leading down, and heard a familiar voice echoing up the passage. Even in the form of pained wails and animal panic, you knew that voice.

“Yoongi!” you screeched, lurching past the last two people between you and the door. You practically fell down the stairs in your haste, the cops behind you shouting at you to stop. The officer at the door downstairs was shocked still for a moment by the appearance of your small, frantic frame. He came back to himself as you pushed past him, and he caught your arm to prevent you from entering. The wild swing of your arm caught you both off guard as you wrenched your arm free, stumbling forward onto your hands and knees and catching the officer in the jaw with a backhand in the process.

“Hey, stop right there!” the man shouted, but you were already moving toward the pale figure trying to make himself disappear into the corner. Yoongi hunkered there, pale and shaking in just a pair of boxers. Blood splattered the fabric where it dripped from lashes in his back and thighs. Two police officers, a man and a woman, stood a few feet away trying to get closer to help.

“What do we do?” the man asked.

“I don’t know. We might have to tranquilize him if he won’t let us get close.”

“S***, I hate to do it though. He’s already pretty messed up.” The male officer eyed the tranq gun in his hand unhappily.

“He needs medical attention thou-” the woman started. You’d heard more than enough. 

“Yoongi!” you cried again, sprinting across the room to him, the officer from the door right on your heels.

“Miss, stop! It’s dangerous.”

You got within a few feet of Yoongi, but pulled up short when he hissed, actually hissed at you. He tried to shuffle further away. That was when you noticed one of his legs stretched out, held by a chain bolted to the center of the room. Everytime he tried to escape further the chain bit into his flesh, the skin already raw and bleeding there.

“Yoon? Sweetheart, it’s me. It’s Yeoji-noona. Yoongi, baby, please.” 

His head lifted just the tiniest bit as he looked at you. “Noona?” he said weakly. His voice was raw and wobbly, barely audible, but that was all you needed to hear. You were at his side in a heartbeat. He finally moved forward a bit, no longer pulling against the chain and you heard him draw a breath through his teeth at the sting as the metal shifted against the wound on his ankle. He pressed himself to you, burying his face in your chest. You did your best to hold him without touching the raw skin of his back. 

You pulled away for a moment and he sobbed, panicked, so you hurried to peel off your sweater and pull it over his body. He didn’t even put his arms through the sleeves, more concerned with getting as close to you as possible. Your scent enveloping him made him feel so safe despite the intense pain he was in, and that only made him sob harder. You knew the movement from crying so hard must hurt considering how bad his injuries were, so you patted his hair soothingly, wrapping an arm over his waist and hip—the least damaged section of skin you could find—to hold him closer. It took a moment to realize that it wasn’t just his cries filling the room, you were crying with him. 

The cops gave up on pulling you away from him, so you sat like that for several minutes. The voices in the room seemed very far away, not that you could hear very well anyway over your own breathing and pounding heartbeat. Someone touched your shoulder, lightly trying to pull you away. You shook them off with a terrified cry that didn’t even seem human. It was a primal wail of heartbreak and terror at even the hint of separating you from Yoongi.

“Noona.” A warm voice broke through your emotional haze. “Noona, hyung, it’s Hoseok. It’s okay. We’ve got you.”

You lifted your face from where it was buried in Yoongi’s hair, and found Hoseok standing there, emergency response bag in hand.

“Hobi,” you said, voice barely holding. “Help him.” Despite your words, you didn’t let Yoongi go, only turning with him in your arms so Hoseok could get a look at his back. He packed some gauze onto the wounds and then waved over two men with a stretcher.

“We’ve gotta get him to a hospital. The staff at my hospital is fantastic, they’ll look after you.” You bristled as the two paramedics settled Yoongi on his stomach on the stretcher, never letting go of his hand.

“You aren’t coming with us?” you asked. 

“Yoongi-hyung isn’t the only person here who needs medical attention. Some of them are going straight to the shelter. I need to stay and help out.”

“Take us to the shelter too,” you decided. “Someone else can go to the hospital. I only trust you and Jin’s staff.”

“Noona…”

“Hoseok,” Yoongi, mumbled into the cushion of the stretcher. He winced as he spoke, not continuing, but you both took it as him weighing in on the argument. Hoseok sighed and turned to the paramedics.

“Take them to Remedy shelter. Taehyung will be waiting for you at the emergency entrance.” Hoseok placed a comforting kiss on top of your head and hurried off to help elsewhere.

The ambulance ride was silent and tense as you hovered over the paramedics’ every move. You shot daggers at them when Yoongi so much as winced. You knew it wasn’t their fault, but your protective instincts were in overdrive, especially after having failed him so recently.

Taehyung was indeed waiting at the emergency entrance for you. Other ambulances were also unloading patients. Apparently Detective Moon had been serious about the extent of the raids taking place that night. Tae was frantically checking patients in and dealing with drivers and medical staff.

“Yoongi-hyung!” he cried, abandoning the conversation he’d been having as soon as the ambulance doors opened. He appeared around the door, eyes puffy and red, obvious tear tracks staining his cheeks. His voice hiccuped as he spoke and it made more tears fall from your eyes. To be honest they had never really stopped. Yoongi didn’t answer, passed out from a combination of pain, pain-killers, and exhaustion. Tae looked at you anxiously, the question clear in his eyes.

“He’s- He’ll be okay. I think he’ll be okay,” was all you managed.

A doctor met you at the door. He was young, handsome, and remarkably calm. “Dr. Ko Shinwon,” he introduced himself as the paramedics wheeled Yoongi to a trauma bay and transferred him to a hospital bed. They briefed Dr. Ko on Yoongi’s condition before returning to the ambulance. A nurse stepped in to assist him as Dr. Ko started working.

“Miss, I’m going to have to ask you to wait outside,” another nurse asked. She placed a gentle hand on your arm to guide you away.

“No! No, I can’t leave him.” You stepped closer to Yoongi’s side. 

“Miss, I really have to insist.”

Yoongi groaned, making Dr. Ko and the nurses glance at him. He slipped his hand off the edge of the bed and felt for your fingers, threading them together and holding on tightly. “Noona, please,” he whimpered.

“It’s fine, Nurse Jung. Please just try to keep out of the way, miss.” He gave you a serious, appraising look before going about his tasks. You crouched next to Yoongi, gently petting his hair and whispering sweet nonsense, shushing and cooing every time he winced at pain that managed to cut through the numbing. The stitches were the worst part, and it was all you could do to avert your eyes and not pass out. Once the wounds were dressed Dr. Ko excused himself to see his next patient and the nurses checked monitors and IVs. They told you to call if anything changed, then slipped out and pulled the curtain shut.

A few moments later Yoongi shuddered and whimpered a little. “Cold,” he said. 

You straightened and looked around, spotting a blanket folded in the cupboard next to the bed. You pulled it out with the hand Yoongi wasn’t clinging to and draped it over him. Then you paused, considering. Yoongi shivered again and you quickly made up your mind, slipping under the blanket next to him. Your body was only half way on the bed, wanting to leave more than enough room for him, but you didn’t care. He immediately shifted, wincing a little at the movement, and settled with his head on your chest, side pressed tightly to yours. You ran your hands through his hair. 

You sat quietly for a while, listening as his breathing evened out and his muscles relaxed. The familiar warmth reminded you of the night before, and the thought brought tears to your eyes again. How could you have been so blind to Yoongi’s feelings? You hurt him so badly, and you almost lost him because of it. You held back from crying harder again, not wanting to disturb Yoongi, but your guilt over the whole situation ate at you.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, looking lovingly at the boy before you.

“‘m sorry, noona.” 

You startled at the sound of his voice, surprised he was listening. “Don’t be sorry, baby. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“Made you uncomfortable. Shouldn’t have done that. Made you worry. ‘s bad. Sorry.”

“No. You didn’t do anything wrong. You aren’t bad. My sweet honey boy, you are so perfect. I love you,” you said. Your voice was thick with emotion but you said the words clearly, with certainty.

Yoongi chuckled, flinching as he did so. You could feel the movement against your chest. “Not the same. ’s okay. Doesn’t have to be the same. Just let me love you ‘n I’m okay.”

You craned your neck to look at him. “What if it is the same? Yoongi, it is the same. I love you so much, I can’t believe you haven’t seen through me yet.” He tilted his head up to face you, uncertainty creasing his brow. You smiled softly and ran your thumb over his face to smooth out the wrinkle. “I love you, Yoongi.” You hesitated for a moment, then leaned down and pressed a firm but gentle kiss to his lips. You’d imagined doing this an embarrassing number of times, but somehow, they were even softer than you expected. The kiss only lasted a second before you pulled away, examining his face for a reaction. He didn’t disappoint, gracing you with the gummy smile that could single-handedly keep your heart beating. His eyelids were heavy, but he clearly had things to say.

“Love you,” he mumbled. His next words were more or less unintelligible.

“Shh,” you stopped him, running your fingers through his hair and scratching gently at his ears. “Talk tomorrow.”

He grumbled a protest, but didn’t try to say anything more. Instead he leaned his face up toward you expectantly. You chuckled and gave him three quick pecks, one on his forehead, one on his button nose, and one on his pouty lips. He smiled into that last kiss, then nuzzled into your neck where your scent was strongest. The combination of your perfume and your natural fragrance lulled him into unconsciousness within minutes, one of his hands finding the soft flesh of your hip to knead at. You smiled, wiped the tears from your cheeks with your free hand, and closed your eyes.

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Yoongi was in the hospital for two weeks. The beating had done some internal damage and the doctors were concerned about infection in the lacerations on his back. The boys helped out, taking care of things at the cafe so you could spend every possible moment by Yoongi’s bedside. 

The relief you felt when they gave him the okay to go home was indescribable. It felt like you finally had permission to get back to normal. But of course, things weren’t entirely back to normal. Sometimes it felt like all the progress Yoongi made when he came to live with you had evaporated. He was jumpy and timid again, shying away from the boys when they came around. He even flinched away from you sometimes when you moved too fast. 

You realized quickly that you couldn’t have him working with the public in the cafe again. Not yet. So Jimin and Jungkook picked up extra shifts whenever they could. You thanked them at least once every time you saw them, but they just brushed you off. You had to fight tooth and nail for them to take the pay for their extra hours. Every time you had to leave Yoongi and look after the business it broke your heart. He always watched you walk out the door as if you might not come back to him.

One particularly warm spring afternoon Jimin burst into the cafe, running late and still wearing his clothes from dance practice.

“Sorry I’m late, noona! Let me go get changed,” he panted as he slipped behind the counter.

“No worries. You can use my room to change in.” You nodded back toward the apartment and he ran off to get cleaned up for work. When he reemerged barely ten minutes later he managed to look more put together than you did after a half hour of effort. His bubble-gum pink hair nicely coiffed instead of the disheveled state it was in when he arrived.

“How do you always look so nice?” you marveled. You reached up and scratched his ear, careful not to disturb his neatly styled hair. He purred happily at the compliment. You hoped someday Yoongi might purr as freely as Jimin did.

“Thanks!” Jimin smiled, eyes turning to little crescent lines as he did. “I can take it from here. You should get back to Yoongi-hyung.” He paused for a moment, like he wanted to say something else. “Noona, aren’t you guys…?” He let the words hang in the air, but you knew what he was asking.

The truth was, after your confession that night in the hospital, you hadn’t really talked about your relationship. With everything that happened, it just never seemed like the right time. You spent much of the time since then wrapped in Yoongi’s arms, or him in yours, even placing the occasional peck on his cheek. But it was like both of you feared going any further. You saw the hesitation in his eyes everytime he stood just a little too close to you, or looked into your eyes a little too long. He couldn’t seem to find the courage to say or do anything, and you didn’t want to push him too far. He would make a move when he was ready, right? 

You blinked, realizing Jimin had been waiting for you to speak while you stared into space. “I- I don’t know, Jimin. We were. At least I thought we were… something. I told him I loved him, in the hospital.” Jimin’s eyes widened, a hint of a smile on his lips. You leaned on the counter and let out a sigh before continuing. “He seemed happy. He even said it back. But we haven’t talked about it since then. He was so high on adrenaline and painkillers then, I’m not even sure he knew what he was saying.”

Jimin stopped you before you could make any more excuses. “He knew. Noona, he’s loved you for so much longer than you realize. But you know better than anyone else how scared he must be. If you rejected him, he might never recover, so he can’t do anything at all. I’m sure he feels like you’re too good for him. He needs you to assure him that you love him, and he deserves that.” You looked at Jimin, amazed at the wisdom he’d just dropped out of nowhere. He smiled, clearly pleased with the advice he’d given and your reaction. “I sounded pretty cool just now, huh?”

You grinned pulling him into a vicious bear hug. “Yes my sweet Chim Chim, you were super cool just now. Thank you.” You pulled back and he examined your face, clearly reading the nervousness there and in your scent. “I need to go talk to Yoongi.”

You took a steadying breath and he patted your shoulder. “Fighting!” he cheered as he waved you off.

Back in the apartment dinner was already finished. Yoongi was waiting at the table scrolling on his phone.

“I’m sorry I’m late Yoongs! Let me go change real quick.” You quickly peeled off your work clothes and put on shorts and a tank top, knowing the apartment was already warm, and it would be warmer when Yoongi inevitably wanted snuggles later. You returned to the table and took a chair across from him.

“Wow, this looks great!” You looked over the table, genuinely impressed. Yoongi had been cooking a lot lately. He found it was a relaxing way to pass his time, and he loved to see you enjoy what he prepared. You’d purchased several new kitchen tools and appliances for him, and he used them all. “Did you make this pasta yourself?” you asked, incredulous as he served you a generous slice of lasagna. Glancing at the kitchen counter you found the pasta press out, still dusted with flour. He nodded bashfully in response.

“This is my first attempt, so don’t expect too much. I’m just hoping it’s edible.” You both laughed and dug into the food. It was great. All of Yoongi’s first attempts seemed to end up delicious, unlike your kitchen misadventures.

After dinner you settled onto the couch together. He was sprawled half on top of you, laying between the back of the couch and your body, head on your shoulder. He was focused on the TV—he’d been watching obsessed with old Iron Chef episodes of late—but you were focused on him, hands gently stroking his hair and ears. A satisfied smile spread on your face when the now-familiar rumble started from his chest. You decided that now, when he was happy and relaxed, was as good a time as any to talk about everything.

“Yoon?” you called softly, brushing his hair off his forehead.

“Hm?” He looked up at you questioningly.

“Can we talk about something?” You tried to phrase it in a non-threatening way and keep your tone light, but his brow still furrowed as he grabbed the remote to pause his show.

“What do you want to talk about?” He propped himself up on one elbow and avoided your eyes.

“It’s nothing bad. At least I really hope not,” you said with a nervous laugh that did little to ease Yoongi’s anxiety. “Do you remember that first night in the hospital?” 

Yoongi’s eyes widened, then looked away again. Clearly he remembered something. “Some of it. It’s a little blurry in spots. What about it?”

“We… We talked about some things. Do you remember that?” You looked at him expectantly, but he stayed quiet. “I told you I love you,” you said quietly.

He looked at you sharply. “That was real?” he asked, almost more to himself than to you.

“What?”

“I thought I dreamed that. I was on so much pain medication that I figured I was hallucinating or something. You- You actually said that?” he asked, incredulous.

“Yes. And I meant it. I still mean it. I’d like to be more than just your friend, if that’s something you want.” You put a hand on his cheek so he’d hold your gaze, stroking it gently with your thumb. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Yoongi said without hesitation. His eyes were glassy and he studied your face for a moment. Half of him expected this to be a cruel prank, but you didn’t laugh. You just smiled softly, admiring the soft features of his face. You reached down to clasp your other hand with his.

“Does that mean you’ll be my boyfriend?” you asked, still somehow nervous now that everything was out in the open. 

He didn’t answer with words. Instead, he kissed you. After a second he leaned back and looked at you to gage your reaction. You smiled and leaned up, bumping his nose with yours. He grinned and kissed you again. His lips moved against yours, gentle but you could feel the emotion in every move. You ran your fingers through his soft blond hair, tugging on it a little and he nipped teasingly at your lip. You let out a surprised gasp and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. You enthusiastically followed his lead, wrapping your leg over his hip to pull his body closer to yours. Your hand pulled free from his to rest on his waist. He shuddered as you trailed your fingers down his side. The hand not supporting his weight grabbed your hip. Your fingers found the edge of his t-shirt and slid under it, finding the warm skin of his back.

At the feeling of your fingers on his bare skin he tensed, breaking the kiss. You looked at him confused, but immediately stopped touching him, removing your leg and releasing your gentle grip on his hair. He sat up, his body shaking a little.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Are you okay?” you asked, growing concerned at his obvious distress.

“Yeah. Yeah, I just.” He squeezed his eyes shut and slowed his breathing. You waited, resting your hand palm up on your lap so he could take it if he wanted to. He did. He twined your fingers together and took a longer, slower breath before he spoke. “I’ve never had someone I actually like, y’know, touch me, or kiss me. It felt nice, but when you touched my skin, my scars…” Your fingers tightened on his hand, heart aching as you realized what he was getting at. “I just started to remember all the bad times, the bad people, the things they did, the things they made me do.”

“We can go as slow as you need. Whatever you’re comfortable with, that’s enough for me.”

He huffed, frustrated tears welling in his eyes. “I just- I want this. I love you and I trust you. I hate that I’m letting them take this from me; letting them beat me.”

“Hey.” You wiped a tear from his cheek and kissed his forehead. “They are not beating you. You’re here, with me. You are safe and healthy. You’re still able to love someone, and you are loved. You have a family. Despite everything you’ve been through, you survived. Sure, you have scars, but you’re working hard to heal. I am so proud of you, Yoongi. You deserve a happy ending, and you’ll get one. We both will.”

“You think?”

“I know. I promise, we’ll get through this.”

He nodded and lay back down, resting his head on your chest so he could listen to your heartbeat. You resumed the forgotten episode of Iron Chef and went back to playing with his hair. You were just dozing off, his purr lulling you to sleep, when Yoongi spoke again.

“Noona?”

“Mhm?”

“I really love you.”

You smiled, already half in a dream. “I love you too, honey boy.” You kissed his head and fell asleep with your face tucked in his hair.

[aomine-ryo]

Hey! Can you do a scenario where Aomine is a cop and gets called to a scene of an accident and notices it's involving his gf?? Love your blog 💕

Ahhh this is such a good idea!! I’m so happy you like my blog and I hope you enjoy this! x

Scenario: Cop Aomine gets called to an accident involving his girlfriend

It was a rainy evening and you were driving back home after work in silence. You’d normally play some songs from your phone, but after the stressful day you had, you just wanted to collect your thoughts and relax yourself with the sounds of the raindrops hitting the roof of your car. As you patiently waited at a crimson traffic light, you thought of what you should make for dinner. You weren’t all that hungry, but you figured that you should make some food for your boyfriend since he comes back home quite late and he’d probably be starving.

The second the light turned green, you began to drive forward, making sure not to drive too fast because the roads were slippery, about to turn left to pursue your usual route home. However, right before you took the turn, you heard a loud screeching noise and before you knew it, a silver car was hurling towards the passenger side of your car. The last thing you saw was the large white airbag in your face before everything suddenly went blurry and you passed out.

Aomine, who was patrolling nearby, was instructed to tend to an accident at the intersection. As he drove his police car closer to the scene, where a small crowd had now gathered, he immediately recognised the number plate of one of the cars involved, which sent a wave of panic coursing through his body. He quickly hopped out of his car and rushed under the caution tape that was set up by another officer, who had arrived before he did.

��Aomine! Help the person in the black car,” his colleague, who was heaving a person out of the other car, called out.

Aomine hastily did as he was told, realising that you were still inside the damaged car. Upon seeing you passed out in the driver’s seat with blood dripping down your face, your boyfriend hoped and prayed that you were okay as he carried you out of the car.

“Y/N? Can you hear me? Y/N?” He hollered at you, who he had placed carefully on the sidewalk, his trembling hands gripping onto your wrist in search of a pulse as his eyes were on the verge of tears. The moment he felt a pulse, he let out a huge sigh of relief. “Oh thank God.”

He took you in his arms again, wanting you hold you close and keep you safe until the ambulance arrived. “Hey you called the ambulance, didn’t you?” Aomine called out to the other officer, trying his best to see through the wet blue hair that was in his eyes.

Just as he said that, he heard sirens, and the ambulance arrived at the scene. You began to regain consciousness, your head pounding as the noise of the blaring ambulance filled your ears. You couldn’t remember what had happened, but you knew you were in the arms of someone familiar, which put you at a slight ease. “D-Daiki? W-What’s going on?” You mumbled, not quite able to see clearly, though you could smell his cologne.

The sound of your voice caused Aomine to light up as he held onto you even tighter. “You got into an accident,” he informed as he took you towards the ambulance. “But it’s fine now, I’m here.” Aomine carefully placed you onto the stretcher before heading over to his colleague. “Hey, I’m going to follow the ambulance to the hospital. My girlfriend was in the black car,” he explained. “Can you handle things here?”

“Yeah of course. Backup should be on its way here soon,” his colleague nodded.

The navy haired boy thanked him before getting back into his car, following the ambulance to the nearest hospital, where he anxiously sat in the waiting room for about an hour until a nurse informed him that you were awake and he could visit you.

“Hey, it’s my hero!” you said in a weak yet cheery voice as your boyfriend entered the room. The sight of Aomine in his police uniform always brought a smile to your face because you thought he looked extremely sexy in it, and this time was no different.

“You’re such an idiot,” Aomine scoffed, shaking his head as he took in your state. You were lying down on a hospital bed with a bandage wrapped around your forehead, a cast on your right arm and an IV connected to your left arm.

You let out a small chuckle. Even after you were in an accident, he had to find some way to tease you. “Hey, it wasn’t even my fault!” you said defensively as Aomine moved in closer and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I was scared shitless when I saw your car, you know?” He said to you softly as he began to run his fingers through your hair, which calmed both you and him down.

“I wish I could’ve seen your face. I bet it was funny,” you teased.

“It wasn’t funny, Y/N,” he said, making your smile fade as you realised that he was actually serious. “I thought I was going to lose you,” his fingers were still tangled up in your hair as you noticed him fighting back tears, which pained you more than any of your injuries.

You took his hand in yours and squeezed it tight. “Hey, I’m okay now. You didn’t lose me,” you said reassuringly before you placed a kiss on his hand.

“Good,” he said, the corners of his lips beginning to curl as the tears managed to stay held back. “I can’t lose my idiot just yet.”

[dual1pa]

robbed

(gif not mine, credit to owner)

Warnings: violence, a person yelling at y/n and Kiara, swearing

Music blared through the speakers of John B’s VW. The windows were rolled down and the wind blew through your hair. Summer was your favorite season and that was the reason why. Summer is the time for best friends, good music, warm weather and a hell of a good time. Your best friend, Kiara, and you took the car to go on a fun joyride. No boys allowed of course. The two of you wanted to go into town and go shopping, grab some food and walk around.

You click your phone on for you to be greeted by your boyfriend, JJ, who is the wallpaper on your phone. You remember taking that photo the other day. You and him were out on the water… he had his hat on backwards, his sunglasses covering his eyes from the sun. You told him to look over at you. He gave you the biggest smile and you knew that the photo had to be your wallpaper because it was too special.

You were brought back to real life by Kiara singing a note from 7 Rings by Ariana Grande. You began to sing the lyrics as well, your arm hung out of the car window as Kiara races down the road.

Between your loud singing, the music blaring, you barely heard the police sirens behind you, until you looked out the mirror.

“Hey, Kie. Look.” she looked in the rear view mirror.

“Shit.” she turned down the music and pulled over on the road.

You were in the middle of nowhere, the only thing surrounding you were trees.

You saw the cop make his way over to the car. The two of you were worried, but for what? You weren’t hiding anything. John B kept the gold at his place and you had no drugs in the van. Your heart was beating so fast. You’ve never been in a car where you were pulled over. Well, there’s a first time for everything.

When the man got up to the window. He tapped on the window. Kiara rolled down the window.

“Is there something wrong, officer?” she asked with a shaky voice.

It was then you realized that it wasn’t actually a cop. The person had a bandana covering their nose and mouth. You knew a lot of people in the Outer Banks, but you couldn’t make this person out. You also noticed he was holding something, which turned out to be a gun, a larger gun.

“Get the fuck out of the car!” he ordered.

Your stomach dropped, which caused you to panic. The man moved away so Kiara could get out of the car. You quickly ran over to join her on the road, not sure what to do.

“Get in that ditch over there and don’t fucking move unless you want to fuckin’ die on this street!” he yelled as he searched the van.

Kiara and you laid on the ground with your hands touching the dirt. The both of you looked at each other, tears in your eyes. You reached for her hand to try to calm her down.

“Jesus Christ, don’t you bitches have anything good in this piece of shit?”

“No! We don’t have any money or anything! Please just let us go!” Kiara yelled, trying her best to calm him down so he would just get in the car and leave.

He pointed the gun to her, causing her to put her face in the dirt. Her hand grasping onto yours tightly.

You heard him chuckle under the gray bandana and walked over to you. He rested the gun to your head, causing you to cry even harder.

He looked at Kiara, “Since you don’t have anything for me to take, why don’t I just take her life?” he was referring to you.

“No, please,” she yelled, “She’s my best friend! Just take the car or something I don’t care.” Kiara cried.

You kept completely still. Your face drenched from all the tears that fell into the dirt.

Just then, another car comes down the road. The gunman scurried into his car and drove off. Once he was far down the road, Kiara got up first and helped you up. She brought you in for a big hug as you cried together.

The car driving down the road stopped and asked if you were okay. Kiara did the talking, you were still in shock over what happened. Kiara simply said they were fine and that she didn’t know who tried to rob her. Once getting rid of the nice person is the car, she helped you into the car and drove back to the chateau. Your small girl’s day took a terrifying turn and you two just weren’t in the mood to continue.

Pope, John B and JJ saw the car pull up. Kiara was the first one to get out first and once she reached her friends, she instantly started crying. You did the same. Once they noticed something happened, JJ ran to you. He noticed you had dirt in your hair and over the front of your clothes. He brought you in for a hug. Tears began to fall again as you held onto your boyfriend.

“What happened?” JJ repeated over and over again, holding you close.

--

“I’ll kill this person. I will, with my bare fuckin’ hands!” JJ yelled.

“We didn’t see his whole face.” Kiara said.

You held the soft blanket JJ gave you tight against your body, “He- he put a gun to my head.” tears threatening again. You leaned over on Kiara’s shoulder, staring up at the three boys. JJ was pacing the floor, he was heated.

“No one threatens my girlfriend and best friend. No-damn-body!” he slams his fists on the small coffee table, causing things to fall off of it.

You got up from your spot and wrapped your arms around his torso. You felt him press a kiss on your head.

--

After you took a long shower, trying to get all the dirt off. You joined the rest of the group outside by the campfire. You felt a lot better than you did a couple hours ago. Kiara was feeling better too and that’s all you could ask for.

JJ extended his arm for you to sit next to him so he could put his arm around you. He pressed a kiss to your temple and asked if you were okay, you smiled simply and nodded.

You spent the rest of the night enjoying your time with your friends. Little did you know they were coming up with an idea on how to figure out who tried to rob you.

[thirsty4theextraordinary]

Everything Burns - Chapter 23

Pairing: Ledger Joker X OC

Warnings: Violence, Explosions, Blood

Word count: 1793

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | - Chapter 22

Chapter 23: Goodbye Gotham

It was deadly silent that night as Scarlett sat waiting for this plan of Jack's to take place. She had no idea what was going to happen or how but she knew it would be tonight. She chewed on her straight jacket again hoping to free herself, so she was useful when he came to get her. Maybe part of her hoped she could touch him again as well, it had been so very long since she had felt his skin against her own.

He had told her nothing other than to sit as far away from the door as possible. So she sat her back against the back wall of her cell but when the hours passed by and still there was no sound Scarlett began to worry, but then just as she was about to give up hope.

"Working late, Doc?" came an all too familiar voice before a gun shot was heard and a signature cackle.

"La la la la la" sang Joker's voice and she swore she could hear him skipping.

"That one there, big man" said Joker's voice and then there was a strange, groaning sound as the door to Scarlett's cell visibly bent inwards until with a mighty crash and it was torn from the wall and landed with the door still in the frame, inches from her feet flat on the floor. An enormous man with muscles that looked as though they were about to burst out of his own skin, stood in the doorway. His head was mostly bald but there were a few strands that still persisted, though it looked as though he ripped at them with his enormous hands. The man stared at her for a moment before he roared at her so viciously that she felt the spit from his mouth hit her cheek.

"Now, now Aaron, what have we said, happy thoughts. This is a lady and we show ladies respect" cooed the Joker and finally, she could see him. Though he was still dressed in his grey tracksuit bottoms and a grey t-shirt, he was grinning again and she beamed at him. He looked like Joker again.

"Jester, this is Aaron he's helping with our escape," said Joker as he moved into the room and began to cut her straight jacket from her.

"Oh J," she laughed as he pulled her to her feet and he just grinned.

"I got you a gift," he said happily and she smiled before he handed her a handgun with a paper flower stuck onto the barrel.

"I love it," she said and he giggled before he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the cell.

Aaron the giant of a man was now breaking other patients out. Joker pulled her through the rabble as somewhere above them an alarm blared out. A few guards were on duty but didn't even see Joker and Jester coming as they tried to control the other patients and soon both guards had a bullet between the eyes. It all moved so quickly as Joker and Jester ran through the commotion of the Asylum riot, every guard they came across lay dead by the time they were through.

"I killed that Doctor lady for you," announced Joker as he rounded a corner with Jester in tow.

"Oh how romantic" she laughed and Jack cackled again, before he shot her a look that told he did indeed think his actions were very romantic and that only made her smile more.

They were heading straight for the main entrance, when the beast of the woman Heidi, who had taken pleasure in torturing Jester as best she could, rounded the corner blocking their escape. Her enormous chest was heaving as she stared angrily at the pair. Joker raised his gun towards the woman, but Scarlett held up her hand.

"No, I want to," said Jester in a voice similar to a child asking for a sweet.

"Oh of course, go ahead, princess," said Joker as he lowered his gun. Jester pulled out her own and pointed it at the enormous woman who was staring at her with venomous eyes.

"You weren't very nice to me," whined Jester, shaking her head at the woman.

"Are you going to say sorry?" asked Jester but the woman only sneered.

"SAY SORRY" Joker roared in a voice that was almost demonic.

But still Heidi stayed quiet and so without blinking Scarlett lowered her gun and in a swift movement, fired twice blowing out both of Heidi's knee caps. The gargantuan woman roared in pain and collapsed to the floor.

"I'm sorry" she sobbed lying at Jester's feet.

"Pardon, I didn't hear that" Jester cackled and the woman cried.

"I'm sorry, you psycho bitch!" Screamed Heidi tears streaming down her face.

"Oh, that was the wrong answer," joked Jester happily before she fired again catching Heidi in the throat. Joker allowed her to stay for a moment and watch the woman who had tormented her, choke on her own blood, her eyes desperate. Jester seemed to be filled with life and joy. Once the life had completely drained from her and hole in her neck had stopped squirting, Jester allowed Joker to pull her away and towards the large double doors that lead to the foyer.

Aaron the giant had caught up with them and was breaking through the doors that lead to foyer, behind Jester were hundreds of escapees just waiting to get out. With one enormous push the double door broke apart and opened with such force they ricocheted off the wall of the foyer and swung back inwards catching one inmate off guard and breaking his nose.

Joker somewhat dragged Jester to the front desk and pointed the gun at the guard that was sat there.

"Me and my lady would like to check out, so we will be wanted our things," said Joker as he draped an arm around Jester shoulder, and smiled with a sickly sweet smile. His gun still pointed at the guards head. The guard took a quick look around before deciding it was best not to argue with the hundreds of inmates and especially not with the psychopath pointing a gun at his head. The Guard unlocked the room where all the personal items were kept and Joker smiled.

"Much obliged," Joker laughed before he shot the man in the eye and headed for the room. Joker found all his things smiling at the note on bag which read.

"Name: Unknown

Alias: The Joker

Address: Unknown

Next Of Kin: Unknown"

He snatched up the clear plastic zip lock bag that held all his worldly goods and glanced over at the girl beside him who was holding her own equally large bag.

"Lets get out of her, gorgeous," he said and Scarlett laughed loudly.

He grabbed her hand again and pulled her through the rabble of inmates. The sound of the alarm filled the air still as they made it out into the fresh cool night air, at the bottom of the steps leading up to the asylum sat a lone black car and Joker laughed with triumphant as he led her towards it. The sound of police sirens was breaking through the sound of the Asylum alarm as Joker held the door to the back passenger seat of the car, with one final look behind him he jumped in beside her.

"Go Go," he said excitably jumping up and down in his seat slightly as the car shot off, the blue lights filled the rear view mirror as they headed away from the asylum. Just as Joker was about to lean out and fire at the cop a great lumbering form leaped at the police car and turned it over. Aaron roared at the police officer as he climbed out the wreckage of the car before Aaron lumbered over to him and literally pulled the police officer apart. Tearing his limbs from his body like he were made of wet paper.

Jack's cackles filled the car as it raced away from Asylum and Scarlett turned to him and with both hands she grabbed his face and brought her lips to his. He responded almost instantly as he wrapped his arms around her and brought her as close as possible. They crashed teeth in their sloppy and manic kiss but as they pulled away both were grinning.

Jack peered out there back window of the car and nodded to himself when he saw nothing but empty streets.

"Could we just stop here for a second" Jack called out.

"Sure boss," said the driver and slowly the car pulled to a halt at the side of the road.

Jack held up a finger motioning for her to wait as he got out the car and closed the door before climbed into the passenger seat.

"I've got a problem," said Joker to the driver who suddenly looked worried but made not motion to move.

"You see me and Jester are not going to get caught again. So the fewer people to know where we are going the better, so I'm afraid your services are no longer needed. It's nothing personal" said Jack before he raised the gun and fired.

It was horrific not only had the shot been such close quarters that the drivers head had essentially exploded but also the noise inside the car a reverberated causing Scarlett to become incredibly disorientated. By the time Jack had dragged the body out of the car and dumped it on the sidewalk before getting back into the driver seat, she had only just got her head to focus again, her ears still ringing and her eyes watering slightly.

"We are going to have to leave Gotham for a while," said Jack and he drove the car away from the curb.

"Okay" Scarlett said

"Come get in the front," he said and she nodded and with some difficultly, she pulled herself into the front passenger seat.

"Where are we going to go?" Jester asked as she looked out the window of the buildings rushing by.

"I don't know yet, just not Gotham" Jack didn't say much more after that and Jester watched at the passed by the sign that read. "Now leaving Gotham, Thank you for driving carefully" and she sighed Gotham sure had been a lot of fun.

"Don't worry Gorgeous, I'm not done with Gotham yet, we will be back before you know it." He said reaching across the car and squeezing her thigh slightly and with a grin Scarlet lay her head on his shoulder.

"I love you, Jack," she said and Joker glanced at her on his shoulder and smiled.

"Me, too Gorgeous"

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The End 

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