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[cheaperthandirt]

4 Firearm Drills to Improve Your Skills

Whether you are gearing up for a 3-gun competition or just want to be a better shooter, certain range drills can help you improve your firearms skills. You will need to be fast, accurate, and ready to address any malfunctions that might happen during the middle of a run. Buy 9mm ammo by the case and get ready to run these drills repeatedly until they are second nature.

Practice Clearing General Malfunctions Whether you are running drills or at a competition, ideally, your firearm will never malfunction. However, the truth is jams and other malfunctions are bound to happen eventually, and it’s best to be ready so you can clear your gun and keep going without missing a beat. Start the drill in the ready position with your chosen firearm, whether you prefer 9mm handguns, rifles, or shotguns. For a pistol, take an empty brass case or snap cap, and get it caught in the slide. This simulates a classic stovepipe malfunction. Start by ejecting the mag and pulling the slide back. Tilt the ejection port down to clear the brass. Then, reload and fire. You will need to slide the bolt back on a rifle to clear the round and cycle a new one fully. Pull the pump or slide to the back on a tubular mag shotgun, depending on your type of shotgun. If necessary, reach in and clear the shot. Put another round in the chamber and fire. The more you practice clearing this common malfunction, the quicker you can be in a competition or real-life situation. Learn to Perform the Tap-Rack Flawlessly Another failure-to-fire exercise to practice is the Tap-Rack, done with a pistol or rifle. Load a mag with a mix of dummy and real rounds, such as 7.62 ammo. You can start with the gun in your holster or in any position. Shoot at the target until you get a dummy round. When you don’t get a bang with the click, tap the mag, making sure it’s seated correctly. Next, rack the slide, cycling a new round. Finish by firing the round. You can also practice this drill totally dry, with only dummy rounds. The Ragged Hole for Fundamentals and Accuracy Ready to test your pistol or rifle fundamentals? Try the Ragged Hole. Start 3 yards away from your target and choose a spot. Fire between three and five rounds, aiming at the same spot on the target. The goal is to hit the same hole each time, leaving a single, ragged hole. If you can’t manage that yet, try to at least hit close enough that the holes are touching. This is an excellent test of your shooting fundamentals, and whether you’re a shooting pro or are new to firearms, everyone should do this drill at least once every range session. Shoot Two, Load Two to Increase Your Reloading Speed Shoot Two, Load Two is a shotgun drill designed to increase your reload speed. You can do the drill with both pump-action and semi-automatic shotguns. You want to be 10 yards from your target, whether it’s a metal target or a clay pigeon propped up on a berm. Load two rounds and have two rounds at the ready outside the shotgun, usually on a shell holder. Shoot the two rounds at the target. Reload the other two shells using your non-dominant hand, all while keeping the shotgun pointed at the target. The smoother you can get this drill, the more accurate you’ll be. About Cheaper Than Dirt! Cheaper Than Dirt! started in 1993 after a firearms and ammo entrepreneur was told he was selling his goods “cheaper than dirt.” The next year, Cheaper Than Dirt published a catalog, and in 1999, it became one of the first online ammo suppliers. Today, the Texas company’s energetic team has the unified goal of providing excellent service and affordable products. With fast, reliable shipping and competitive prices, Cheaper Than Dirt is one of the best places to get ammo, firearms, and accessories. With hundreds of thousands of products in stock and ready to ship, you can find what you need for your next range day or competition from Cheaper Than Dirt. Find guns and ammo for drills and competition at https://www.cheaperthandirt.com/ Original Source: https://bit.ly/47kayjJ

[my3dartblog]

FG Modern Weapon is a set of 20 very detailed weapons. It includes guns, explosives, and more. What's Included and Features FG Modern Weapon: (.DUF) Props: FG 9MM Hand Gun FG Air M4 FG AK 103 FG Automatic FG Compact Assault Rifle FG Extended Spas FG Franchi Spas FG G36 Assault Rifle FG Galil FG Grenade Launcher FG HColt FG M110 Sniper FG Magnum FG MK153 Launcher FG Mossberg 590 FG MP7 Personal FG Panzerfaust Launcher FG Recoilless Rifle FG Sig P320 FG SXP Defender Textures Include: 138 Texture, Metallic, Normal, and Roughness Maps (2048 x 2048) Optimized for Daz Studio Iray (.DUF) Compatible Software: Daz Studio 4.21 Install Types: DazCentral, Daz Connect, DIM, Manual Install Coming soon: https://3d-stuff.net/ #daz3d #dazstudio #3drender #3dart #daz3dstudio #irayrender #3dartwork #blender #blenderrender #blenderart #noaiart #noaiwriting #noai https://3d-stuff.net/

[an-mac-tire-a-sheilg]

Oh fuck could we get more shots with your guns?

Lol maybe. I only have the two. My Mavirick 88 12 Guage and my 9mm. Both are for work. Tho I carry my 9mm everywhere. But I may have them as props for the photo shoot lol

[knives-deal]

Look At These Interesting Top 3 Myths About Guns

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[tcnvault]

EKOL Jackal Dual 9mm Automatic Front Firing Blank Gun in Black

EKOL Jackal Dual 9mm Automatic Front Firing Blank Gun in Black

The EKOL Jackal Dual Full Automatic Front Firing Blank Gun is a replication model of the Beretta M92. This model has been featured in many films and has been one of the most favorite guns of the police forces and armies across the world. 

EKOL Jackal Dual blank firing prop gun features a full automatic mode and can fire 15 blank rounds in 1.9 seconds. For added realism the slide recoils during firing and locks back when the last blank cartridge is spent. This replica also features realistic weight to its original counterpart and operates to realism of a real firearm. 

Gun Features:

Black Finish

Slide Stop

Full Automatic and Semi-Automatic Firing Modes

Blank Ammunition Caliber: 9 mm PAK

Overall Length: 8.5 inches

Height: 5.5 inches

Weight: 2.5 lbs

[detroitammoco]

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[waywardimpalawriter]

Heel’s (Javier Peña x Plus Size !F Reader) Part 2 Final

Heels 

Pairing: Javier Peña x Plus Size F!Reader 

Character’s: Javier Peña, Reader, Steve Murphy, 

Setting: During season one towards the end. 

Rating: M, NSFW

Warnings: body shaming, gun use, teasing, office sex, Angry Javier (yes it needs a warning cause that man is to sexy when he’s angry), handcuffs, smut, unprotected sex, 

Word count: Part 1: 3,913, Part 2: 6,893

Summary: Nothing is more distracting than a pair of heels for him and a brown eyes DEA agent for you.  

Notes: For the Pedro clue game, because of the lovely @221bshrlocked​ I do hope you all enjoy and please leave feedback, reblog and likes all will be excepted with a hug and chocolate kiss. 

Part One

Time seemed drag, eyes flicking to the clock every so often to find it’s barely moved. Making your frustrations grow. The only respire is Sebastian returning to grab up the forms you’d finished a while ago. Talking for half an hour before excusing himself to get back to work. Finding his company nice but once again lacking something you can’t quiet put your finger on or more precisely don’t want to name. Leaving you to a semi empty bullpen and a lonely lunch with just your book boyfriend as company.  

Around 5 when most everyone’s left for the day you go to pull your purse from the bottom draw catching sight of you hidden gun case. Another idea blooming as you reach down and pull it from the deep depths. Sure you weren’t no agent but everyone’s required to at least have rudimentary knowledge of how a weapon works just in case all hell broke loose. Abandoning you purse back in the draw, you get up, case tucked under your arm and head down into the lower levels of the embassy.

Thankful your memory is still good and you don’t get lost. With all the twists and turns you have to make. It’s a small wonder you didn’t end up on the other side of the vast building. Seeing the door propped open, eyes looking around to find no one there making you sigh in relief. You didn’t need some green agent or heaven forbid some handsy old man trying to ‘teach’ you how to shoot.

Soft groan leaving your lips at those thoughts, hand wrapping around a pair of ear muffs, you take the last lane against the far well. Placing them and your case down to pull your jacket off draping it over the counter. Opening the case to pull the Browning 9mm from the snug confines. So wrapped up in readying your weapon you don’t hear nor notice someone entering the room. Door snapping shut makes a soft gasp leaves your parted lips as you spin around clip in one hand gun in the other.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Whiskey roughen voice demands taking long steps to reach you. Taking the gun from your grip only to have childishly snatching it back with a scowl. “It not a fucking toy you could hurt yourself Y/N.”

“Like I don’t fucking know that Peña. Do you take me for a stupid fool?” Head tipping to the side, giving him a dole stare one hand on your hip metal clip digging into the plush flesh. “Why are you down here anyway?’

“No just don’t want you hurt.” Real worry underlines the deep timber of his voice. “Why the hell are you down here anyway and with a gun?” Ignoring your question for his own, taking in the stiffened posture of your body and the annoyed look in your eyes.

Trying to steer his thoughts back from the what he’d been imaging from the moment he returned and found you gone. Never telling anyone how he checked the bottom draw of your desk to find you hadn’t left yet. Stirring a worry in his gut that churned with each place he looked and didn’t find you.

“None of your business, now if you’ll excuse me,” waving your magazine filled hand  vaguely towards the door turning back to load bullets.

Unaware Javier hasn't moved just stood staring at your hands carefully loading each bullet till full before picking up the gun you’d laid down. Practiced ease of sliding the magazine back home at the butt with a quick shove, loading the chamber with a tug on the slide, you place the weapon down for the moment. Still ignoring Javier and step to the side slipping your heels off soft sigh leaving your lips while wiggling your toes against the cold floor. Glancing over your shoulder to see Javier watching you dilated black eyes taking in your form. Breath exiting between parted lips faster with every second he stares at you.

Head shaking, dismissing the way he’s acting as residual affects from the chase he’d been in early that day. You turn back to the target down range, spreading your legs shoulder width apart, ass pushed out just a touch. Scooping up your gun, flicking the safety off to wrap one hand around the grip while the other cupped the bottom under the magazine. Almost caressing the hard plastic covered metal grip like an old friend returning home. Making him wonder what those soft hands would feel like on parts of his body. Standing transfixed as you extend your arms just like you were taught, squeezing off a few rounds. Checking your rear sight before taking aim again to empty the magazine. Casings litter the counter under your arms that draw down, placing the gun to rest for a moment on its case. Reaching over to press the button and have the vaguely human shaped target paper come racing back towards you.

“Fuck,” single word released on a groan of arousal. He barely had enough time to grab a set of muffs for himself before you started to fire and once you did he was mesmerized by the way your held your body. Took the recoil almost languidly let it roll through your frame. The sure bare footed stance you took up has his bottom lip tugged between his teeth watching with interest and arousal. He’s been turned on before many times sure but this, fucking hell this was different. It’s as if your in his blood making it boil with need, cock throbbing behind the zipper biting almost desperately into his skin. Positive that if he didn’t touch you, kiss you, bury his cock deep inside you warm willing body he’s going to explode from the desire and lust raging unchecked through his being.

Mind made up Javier takes the muffs off, tossing them away to step up behind just close enough to see over your shoulder. Glancing at the paper in your hand, noticing the laid out shots from center mass upward even making a few head shots. Impressed doesn’t even cover what he’s feeling right then as your scent wraps around his body like an invisible hand drawing him closer. Till his chest is pressed against your back, hearing the gasp leave your lips.

Pulling your muffs off, mouth pressed lightly against the shell of your ear, “Well fuck me I’ve got Dirty Harriet standing in front of me.”

“Haha,” replying sarcastically, elbow thrusting back to meet the soft patch of his stomach breath huffing from his lungs at the sharp jab.

“That was a complement sweetheart. You’ll have to kiss and make it all better now,” hands planting on either side caging you against the counter.

Swallowing harshly, willing your body not to react to the warmth emanating from his frame. Heart thumping out a staccato rhythm your sure Javier can hear as it’s loud in your own ears. “I’m sure one of your lovely informs will be more than willing to help with that.” Aiming to elbow him again but Javier’s quicker wrapping his arm tight around your plush middle, binding that arm to your side and preventing another quick jab.

His proximity driving you mad, coffee scented breath washing over your neck, tingling your senses with the  hints of tobacco and spice of his cologne. Your eyes close against your will, swallowing thickly with the awareness of that strong arm wrapped around your waist. Thick fingers digging lightly into your hip spreading fire across your skin. Making you want to arch back pressing your plush ass into his groin. Uninhabited thoughts filter through your mind. Wondering what he’d feel like naked. Would those skillful fingers search out each hidden treasure of pleasure to draw moans and whimpers from your willing mouth? Would he take you roughly or so slow dragging out the pleasure for as long as you both could stand it? You prayed for both. Desperately needing to have him deep inside you. Your annoyance at being disturbed evaporating under the heat of his body, making your own burn.

“I’d much rather you do it hermosa,” whispered words dripping from his whiskey roughen voice feeling the shiver run along your body. Praying to who ever will listen that your just as effected by his presents as he is yours. “It’s not nice to elbow a man who just wants to help you with your aim.”

Snorting, trying to clear those lustful thoughts from your mind. “My aim is just fine thank you very much. Now if you’d be so kind as to step back and get out of my personal space. I have more frustrations to work out.”

“Fuck don’t talk like that sweetheart,” swallowing the groan of arousal lost for a moment in the feel of your soft plush body pulled taut against his strong chest. Burying his nose in the crook of your neck running the tip over the silken skin. Soft whimper bubbling up that you try to cut short. Catching the sound and delicious scent off your skin that never fails to make him hard as stone. “There are better ways to work out your frustrations sweetheart. I could show you.”

        Making you freeze terrified he’ll notice the thumping of your heart, how it sends butterflies to dance in your belly and your clit to throb with need. Taking everything in you not to angle backwards and soak in the warmth of his body. To remain unaffected by the touch of his nose, lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. To not think about how good he feels pressed so intimately against your back. The hard press of what could be a flashlight in his pocket against your ass making you bite off a moan and try to keep from rubbing against him. Itching to run your hands over the strength of those tanned forearms currently keeping you in place. Cursing that fucking red button up, the devil himself must’ve made Javier wear today.

Blinking to clear those thoughts you try to break free wiggling in his arms, but he’s holding fast. You think of using your other arm but truly don’t want to hurt him. “I’m busy,” the lie sounding hollow to your own ears. “I need to practice in case the shit hits the fan and I need to protect myself.”

Freezing at your words a cold thought runs through his mind, single imagine of you bloody and broken lands unwillingly in his thoughts. Low growl rumbles through his chest and into your body. “I won’t let that happen Y/N you have my word. I’ll protect you with my life.” Surprising himself by meaning everything he said. A flash of possessiveness flies through his veins making his heart beat double time.

           “I don’t need your protection Javier I can do that for myself just fine thank you very much,” the very thought of his offered protection softens your heart making it beat quicker against your ribs. Why had he said that? “It’s not like you care about me as anything other than your secretary.” Not meaning to speak those words into existence and yet here they were out for him to hear.

  Head snapping up he grips the other arm to spin you around and face him, backing you into the counter. “I care cariño more than I should,” fingertips caressing your jaw with gun callused tips. The way your breath hitches at the gentle caress, body almost cleaves into his hand. But it’s your eyes that capture him, dark and stormy as if your fighting a battle within. “Your too good for me amor I would stain you with the blood I’ve shed.”

         “I don’t believe that for one moment Javier, you’ve done what you’ve had to do. What good men do to make this world a better place.” Shaky hand comes up to cup his cheek, thumb brushing over the apple slowly. Swallowing thickly, “Though you are infuriating sometimes walking around in this fucking shirt making all the ladies swoon.” Free hand fisting the collar to tug him that much closer. Reasons to push him away fade, your insecurities following the same path as a deep need blooms within your chest.

         Planned smirk slips from his lips that he turns and presses into the center of your palm.  “There’s only one woman I want to swoon for me hermosa and she wears these fucking red heels that take my breath away every time she has them on.” Returning those molten eyes back to you watching the quick rise and fall of your chest. “She doesn’t know how beautiful she truly is to me.”

         God when did he become so fucking vocal about his wants? Deep cadence of his whiskey roughen timber makes your body burn with need. Slick coating your thick thighs that tremble and barely keep you up right. If it hadn’t been for his strong arms holding you tightly you’d be a puddle of sexually frustrated goo on the floor. Skin tingling like never before, those butterflies beating quicker in your belly demanding to be appeased.

“Don’t,” swallowing thickly trying to maintain an indifference in case it’s all an act. Though deep down you know Javier may be many things but leading you on isn’t one of them. “Don’t say things like that unless you mean them Javi.”

“Have I ever lied to you?” Shaking your head trying to keep your eyes from locking with his. “Look at me hermosa and use your words to answer me.”

Bottom lip trapped between your teeth not wanting to answer with words, to give away the fact his voice is making you melt. You go to move to turn away and back to practicing, but his grip is iron around your body making any movement impossible. “No,” clearing your throat locking eyes with him while trying to blank your own emotions. “No, you’ve never lied to me Javier. Satisfied now?” Brow raising as you swallow the whimper harshly. Trying to black out how good having his arms around you feels. How much you want to lean up and nibble his chin, just to taste his skin. Eyes flicking between his plush lips and back up praying he hadn’t seen that. “Now that you’ve gotten your answer kindly unhand me so I can go back to practicing.”

Reluctantly releasing you, watching with dark hooded eyes while you turn back to the counter. Nimble fingers shake slightly while ejecting the magazine to refill, missing a few times feeling his eyes watching the whole time. Replacing the magazine back home in the butt of the gun, stiffening when Javier presses forward against your back. Strong arms come to rest on top of yours, inclosing his hands around your own slightly shaky ones. His touch setting your nerves on jitter, blood thumping in your veins with each exhale of air that puffs out over your shoulder.

“Keep your arms a little straighter, don’t tuck your chin, be sure of your shot,” warm breath ghosting over your neck making a shiver that has nothing to do with being cold runs down your body. Nipples peeking with interest at the soft touch of his callused hands on your own. “If you plan on using that weapon on someone you can’t think twice about it cariño you’ll have to pull that trigger and it’s very different from just practice.”

‘Why must he use those endearments so much?’ Simple thought coming to your mind. While not realizing how close he is till you whip your head around, lips brushing against his stubbled cheek in a barely there kiss. Small gasp leaving you, hiss leaving him at the contact. “I do know the consequences of shooting someone Javier I wasn’t born yesterday.” Returning your eyes down range noticing a replacement target hasn’t been put up.

You go to move from his hold but he’s stronger than you, keeping you in place, “Trapped between a rock and a hard place aren’t you sweetheart. Where’s the sass now?” Repeating his words from earlier. It took all his strength after that simple brush of lips to keep from spinning you around and pressing you back against the counter. Vision’s of devouring that pretty plush mouth with his own torment his mind.

“Only thing I feel that’s hard,” voice squeaking to a halt with the press of his firm cock against your ass. Bottom lip trapped once again between your teeth as his fingers trace little patterns over your arms. Shivers of arousal sing through your veins when they slide down your curves and wrap tightly around your waist. Such simple caresses shouldn’t turn your inside to jelly, knees weakening. Desire coating your thoughts with nothing other than the man currently pressed very intimately against your back.

“You were saying hermosa?” Nose drawing in the scent of your skin while teasing the soft flesh with light touches. Hips slowly rutting against your shapely ass, “Feel what you do to me, watching you handle that gun. Wishing those fucking hands were on my body meticulously taking me apart. Watching you walk around in those fucking heels, this sexy ass,” pressing deeper into your plush flesh. “On display so close yet far away.”

Breathless, though you manage to place the gun back on its case before placing your hands on his forearms. Feeling the hair roughen skin against your palms, sliding over the strength veins thumping, making your knees weaken as Javier holds you up. Head tipping back to rest on his shoulder for a moment, “Javier,” his name coming out on a whimper of need. Thick thighs rubbing together to find some kind of friction for your throbbing clit. That down silken voice rough in your ear. Stringing more words together than you’ve ever heard this man say before. Briefly wondering if it has something to do with his pleasure soaked mind focusing on one thing that being you.

“Words sweetheart, use that pretty voice of yours to tell me what you want.” Praying you’ll say him and not push away to leave him benefit of your warmth.

Throat dry, mind blank for a moment, you try to gather enough thought to form something coherent to say. “You, I want you,” gasp exiting your lips when he spins you around. Pressing you against the counter, mouth connecting with yours harshly, slipping pass your parted lips to lick inside your mouth. Arms snaking around your waist to pull you flush against his chest, dropping down to cup and squeeze your ass. Generous globes fill his hands pressing your pelvis into his groin tightly.

Moan’s slipping from the depths of your soul your own arms wind around his neck, fingers carding through his lush hair tugging at the short strands. As a low growl vibrates between you, tongues tangling, lips caressing in a dance all there own. Till air becomes needed and he takes your already nibble swollen bottom lip between his own teeth. Nipping the bruised skin then soothing it over with his tongue. Resting your foreheads together sharing the gasping breaths, eyes meeting for a moment. Neither quite believing what your seeing in each others eyes.

“Come home with me?” Hope shining in those russet pools, dancing with desire and want. Work roughen hands coming up to cup your cheeks to bring your lips back to his. Drinking of your mouth like a thirsty man searching for his last sip of water. Hungrily devouring your mouth not letting you answer just yet. Wanting to insure you’ll say yes by showing you with his talented tongue all the pleasures he could give.

The need to breath makes you both gasp parting but still holding each other close. Thumbs brushing over your heated skin, you turn to press kisses into the palm of his right hand. Shutting your mind off from all the reasons you should say no and going with your heart and body on this one. You reconnect with Javier’s gaze, swallowing hard, “Here, now there’s no one else around. I want you Javier please just fuck me.” Voice wobbling with barely held back desire. If this is the only time you get to have him you didn’t want to waste your time and him changing his mind. Rather wanted to make it memorable for the both of you.

Taken back by the forcefulness in your tone, feeling your fingers start to work on getting the buttons of his shirt open. He’s struck dumb for a moment till soft lips meet his Adam apple, pulling a deep groan from his mouth. Gliding over the strong column of his throat, to brush over his collarbone. Palms flat against his heated skin, brushing over his body teasingly slow. Nails leaving little red tracks as the make a path down and around his waist. Mouth leaving a wet trail of kisses on each inch of skin you can get too. Dipping your head down to teasing his nipple with the tip of your tongue making his jolt in pleasure and wake up to what your doing.

“Fuck sweetheart I didn’t…” groaning when one hand drops to cup him through the denim, giving a light squeeze to his shaft that makes his hips thrust against your hand.

“Less talking more fucking,” words flow from your mouth that trails over his heated skin. Desperate to taste more to have him putty in your hands. Beginning to lower yourself to your knees when his hands come under your arms and pull you back up.

Fire dancing in those russet eyes that stare into yours. Seeing the desire laced with something that excites and scares him to his very core. He takes over, capturing your mouth in another bruising kiss that has you whimpering into his mouth. Hands fisting his open shirt, yanking it from his strong shoulders letting it flutter to the ground. Scoring your short nails down his back making him hiss into your mouth. Wondering where this woman has been hiding, thrilled he could bring it out in you and waiting to see her more often.

Mouth trailing along your jaw leaving little nibbling kisses, left hand sliding from your waist to brush under your blouse. Feeling the warm skin makes a groan sound from his chest, sliding the callused palm up till he can fill his hand with your lace covered breast. Squeezing gently, feeling the nipple pebble against his palm. Thumb and forefinger moving to circle the little nub, pinching lightly. Gauging your reaction to the slight pain, finding that you arch into his hand. Making a smile slide over his lips that still attach to your neck, leaving a nice purpling bruise just high enough for everyone to see tomorrow when you come to work.

            Breathless, body thumping with a need you’ve never felt before. Not caring about foreplay right then you just want him inside you. Feeling that if it didn’t happen now you’ll explode or back out. Something you desperately don’t want to do, but you knew insecurities would come roaring back once the fabric covering your body is removed. “Javi please, can’t wait,” nimble fingers tease along his back feeling the muscles bunch and ripple with each movement he makes. Another gasp pulled from the depths of your soul when he switches breasts palming the generous globe before tugging on the nipple. Loving the little sounds your making for him.

         Yet there’s a need in him, not to just fuck you but to claim you as his, to have you understand this isn’t a one time thing for him not anymore. Gather what strength he has, Javier pulls back hands planting on either side of the counter behind you, staring into your eyes for a moment. Chest heaving with the effort of holding back that shatters the moment your small soft hand meet the button of his jeans.

            With a flick of your wrist you pop it, sliding the zipper down inch by inch while staring into his eyes. Slowly licking your lips trying to wet the kiss swollen skin fascinated by how those russet orbs seem to darken another shade deeper as they switch from your lips to eyes. Nostrils flaring with each deep breath taken, groan existing as your hand slides under the denim to feel the hot heavy length of his shaft. Torn between dropping your eyes to watch as you undress him and keeping them locked on his face. Observing the array of emotions playing out in those beautiful eyes.

            Long low moan leaves his lips, hips rocking against your hand swallowing hard when your palm brushes over the crown to gather the precum using it to slick your hand. Coating his length as you carefully work him over. Becoming frustrated when there’s barely any room to move, you yank his jeans down finding him commando. Which makes a brow arch, “Had plans for tonight hmm?” Your eyes drifting down to take in his glorious cock. Fingers barely wrapping around the girth to stoke long and teasingly. Wondering for a moment how he’s gonna fit inside you but not caring. Wanting to feel the burn of being stretched by him, a memory to stowaway for later.

          “Hermosa you keep looking at me like that, touching,” teeth gritting the words out when your give a little squeeze. Smirk drifting over your lips as your eyes come back to meet his. “Fucking tease is what you are.”

Licking your lips, “You already knew that Javi so don’t act so surprised,” mouth watering at the feel of him twitching in your hand. Wanting so badly to drop to your knees, “Can I taste you?”

“Fuck,” single word leaving his lips, breath gasping out shaking his head. Brushing your hands aside chuckling darkly when a pout pulls at your mouth. “Later sweetheart when I’ve made you cum so many times you’ve forgot your name.” Catching your mouth in another bruising kiss, tangling your tongues together in a bid for dominance. Stealing the very breath from your lungs making your head spin with need. His words finally filtering into your mind at the same time his fingers brush along the seam of your jeans.

Brushing over the damp fabric which makes him groan against your lips, pulling away to nibble a path over your jaw. Tipping your head back as a delicious shiver rolls down your spine, followed by a whimper of need when the stubbled cheek slides across the delicate skin off your neck. Forgetting everything else but the man currently driving you crazy with his lovely fingers. That tease, tormenting your denim covered cunt making your hips jump and press into his palm. Heel rubbing little circles, trying to press into your clit wanting to draw what little noises he could from you.

“Javi,” breathless whimper of his name snaps something inside him. Letting loose a  deep growl, hands gripping your pants and literally popping the button from the fabric. Sending the little disc flying somewhere off to the side. Fingers rushing to pull the zipper tab down, snagging your panties to tug them all down your thighs to pool at your feet. Loud squeak leaving your lips at the air conditioned cool air that brushes your lower body. Warm hands follow tracing patterns,  teasing little caresses of those callused fingers, left leg slotting between your feet to carefully push them apart. Keeping one hand on your thick waist pressing you against him.

Dropping the other to gliding through your soaked folds, callused tip teasing the little pearl nub garnering a gasp from your lips. “Responsive and so wet for me,” eyes meeting, slow smile spreading across his mouth. “Pull your shirt off for me sweetheart I want to see all of you I can.” Not giving his request another thought you grasp the ends of your blouse and pull it over your head letting it land somewhere on the floor. Aware of the hand at your waist slip down to grip your thigh, pulling it free from your forgotten clothing. Placing it around his waist, and angling you back into the counter behind you. “So beautiful cariño I could stare at you all day and never grow tried,” slipping two fingers into your quivering entrance as his words meet your ears. Evaporating any doubts about his true intentions with the heat of his words dancing over your skin.

“Oh God,” mewling whimper escaping, bottom lip tugged between your teeth. Trying to keep from crying out in pleasure that those thick nimble fingers give you. Thumb busy bullying your clit around with tight little circles and flicks. “Please just, need you Javi, please,” your beyond caring about any pride you might have left. All you want is to feel him inside you rocking your world till it blanks and all you can feel is him.

Leaning over you groaning when your lace covered breasts press into his chest, wishing he’d remembered to take your bra off. Settling for pulling the lace cup down and capturing a stiff peak between his teeth nipping almost playfully before flicking the bud with his tongue. “I’d say have patience,” pulling his fingers from your soaked channel. Grinning when you whimper again, using those fingers to coat his cock, giving three long slow strokes before notching at your entrance. Bumping his nose into your chin gaining your lust blown attention right as he slowing starts to enter you. “But in this case hermosa I have to agree… fucking hell,” teeth gritting out the last two words as he buries his face in your generous chest. Teeth snagging the other lace cup to pull it down, baring your other breast to his mouth. Torturing the harden peak with nips, quick flicks of this tongue before sucking harshly garnering a whimpering gasp from your mouth.

Carding one hand through his thick dark brown strands tugging his mouth closer as your breath is lost on a moan. Mouth dropping open, the stretch and sting singing through your veins setting them on fire with pleasurable pain. “Javier,” breathless, eyes screwed shut, body pressing into the counter behind you. Not caring about the bite of the old wood and formica leaving ridges on your back knowing you’ll feel them tomorrow and not caring today. Tugging till his mouth releasing your nipple with a wet pop looking at your with lust blown russet eyes. Devouring how you look so wreaked and he’s barely inside you yet.

“Hold on sweetheart,” wrapping his arms around your waist, surging up your body the same time he slides deeper into your warm depths. Fulling encased inside your quivering walls, exhaling a breath, teeth gritting at how tight and wet you are. He stays still to let you adjust to having him inside you, “Feel so good,” words tumbling from his parted lips.

Head nodding quickly, having him so deep and throbbing inside you gave a whole nother meaning to the word full. Moaning when you feel the twitch of his length knowing he’s holding back just for you. “Javi please move, I’m okay but I need…” swallowing a groan when his hips arch backward pulling from your depths experimentally. Only to thrust back into you hard and deep, drawing another cry of pleasure from your lungs.

“What do you need sweetheart, tell me?” Repeating his actions, loving how your body bows into his. Neck stretched backward baring your collarbone for his lips. Teeth sinking into the delicate skin leaving another mark behind. Pace languid as if he’s got all the time in the world and not wanting to race towards the finish line. Though his body is coiled tight with need, lips buried in your neck to keep the little noises from letting anyone know what the two of you are doing. Focusing on how good you feel surround him, the wet clinch of your trembling walls has him gasping with the need to move faster.

“I’m not a fuck…” words cut off when he circles his hips against your body. Feeling the crisp hairs of his groin brush against your pelvis. Swallowing the whimper, trying to speak what you want, hands scratching at his back needing him closer if that could be possible. “Not made of glass Javi want you to be rough,” finally getting the words out as he stills inside you. Making you glance down, the sight your presented with makes you gasp arousal flooding your body, making you clinch down hard on his cock.

Nose flaring, eyes wild, large hand coming down to grip the leg around his waist as he pulls almost all the way out and slams back into you hard and fast. Sending you damn near over the counter. Gripping the edge to keep yourself up as your other hand cards back through his hair tugging him up till your lips meet in a demanding kiss that’s nothing sweet and all teeth and tongue. Sloppy just like the coming together of your bodies. Gone is the tender sweet Javier of earlier, in his place is a man bent on making you cum so hard you forget your own name.

Kiss only breaks for air, pressing his forehead to yours unable to believe what’s happening in the embassy of all places. Knowing he should feel guilty or maybe ashamed but couldn’t even get those emotions to wrap around his mind with how good you feel. Moving to rest his head between your breasts savoring the scent of your skin, the smell of sex permeating the air around you. Wishing for the first time that he’d taken you back to his place so you could be as loud and dirty as you want. But he pushing those thoughts aside reminding himself there’s going to be a later. This is just the appetizer, main course and dessert would be slowly devoured back at his place. Where he can properly shower your body with pleasure.

Those thoughts in mind, his thrusts become demanding and deep, each punishing slide of his cock brushing your spot. Looking up at you from his spot between your breasts. Groaning at the rare sight of you so open to him, emotions laid bare for him to drink in. His name a chant on those kiss bitten lips, eyes screwed tightly shut as you gasp and moan quietly. Making him wonder if your always so inaudible in bed or just holding back because of the location. Either way he’s determined to find out, if not right now most definitely later.

The quivering of your walls brings him back to the moment, soft gasp leaving your parted lips, the hand holding you up comes to join its partner around his neck. Nails digging little crescent shaped indentions into his skin. Aware your orgasm is swiftly approaching critical mass  with little tingles of pleasure shooting all over your body. The trembling of your legs, one still draped over his narrow waist spreading you out for his taking. Your a mess of mumbled words, gasps and moans, mixed in with Javier and please. Not sure what your begging for just knowing you needed it from him. Stars shooting across your vision, biting back a moan when you feel the first touch of his callused thumb on your aching clit.

Circling the little nub, “I know your there sweetheart, cum for me, need to feel you let go,” surging forward one arm still wrapped tightly around your thick waist. Wanting to have you cum first.

Dropping one hand down to clutch at his ass, feeling the muscles roll under your palm, fingers digging in to urge him on. Clamping your lips shut as best you can, back arching as warmth spreads from your belly out. Consuming you in a fire so hot you wonder if your not being burned alive with how hard your release flows through you. Javier’s name whispered from your lips like a prayer to the God’s in thanks for the pleasure he’s giving you so freely.

Caught up in watching you cum, the faces you make, his name gasping from your throat. His own orgasm sneaks up and devours him making his movements sloppy, hips jerking with the release of thick ropes of cum. Painting your quivering walls with his seed, wet sex sounds echoing through the room, accompanied by his own groans of your name. Drawing out both your releases with little shallow thrusts of his hips, till your both spent.

Gentle fingers carding through his sweaty hair, pushing it from his forehead. Chin still resting between your breasts loopy smirk spreading over his lips as he watches you raise your head to look at him. Trailing between his brows and down his nose to tap those plush lips, soft gasp leaving your own when he nips at your finger. Circling the pad then bitting down gently before sucking slightly.

Trying to collect your thoughts to speak but your mind is still blissfully silence watching the man currently wrapped around and buried deep inside you. The remanent of your coupling seeping down your thighs, cool air brushing over your heated skin, sending a shiver down your body.

“Cold sweetheart?” Raising up groan of annoyance when his softened cock slips from your warm depths. Keeping his arms wrapped tightly around your body to help you stand against him. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?” Worry filling those beloved russet eyes that are shocked wide when footsteps sound in the silent room.

“Hey Peña, where the fuck did you… son of a bitch really here? Couldn’t you have taking that shit home?” Steve’s deep annoyed voice echoed. “Now I’ll have your naked ass in my head for the rest of the night.”

Trying to keep from giggling while covering your body as best you can, though with Javier in front of your there isn’t much Steve can really see. Especially as the other man had turned just as quickly to avoid seeing more that he really want to.

“It’s one hell of an ass to have in your mind through Murphy,” words bitten off on a laugh burying yourself as close to Javier as you can. Wanting to hide in embarrassment but still unable to keep from ribbing Steve.

“For you yes me fuck no. Maybe now the two of you will calm the fuck down,” shaking his head, Steve doesn’t even turn back before leaving. “Might want to dress and leave be thankful it was me who found you. Though I damn sure know I’m not,” gruff chuckle leaving his lips. Echoing down the empty corridor as the door closes behind him and silence settles over the two of you.

Sexual fog having lifted you start to move from Javier’s arms, pulling your bra back up to cover yourself. Giving a small shove to the immovable man standing in front of you. Tracing your eyes up the naked expanse of his chest, thick neck you still want to nibble and suck on. Pausing to trace his lips with your eyes, the sweet slope of his nose till you reach his eyes. Swallowing, searching for what to say wanting Javier more than words could express. “I meant what I said up there Javi I’m not going to be another notch on your…” rest of your words are swallowed by his lips.

This kiss however is tender, filled with those unspeakable words that are too soon to be uttered. Nibbling your bottom lip, slipping his tongue along the seam of your lips requesting entrance into the warm cavern of your sweet mouth. Granting on a soft moan, you hands come up to card through his hair gently scratching his scalp getting a purr from his chest that makes you smile.

“No notch, hermosa I truly want you,” resting your foreheads together after ending the kiss.

Tugging his hair to gain his attention, “Hurt me Peña there won’t be a place for you to hide. Remember I do know how to use a gun.”

“I fucking do sweetheart, so fucking do,” low growl leaving his chest as he pulls you against him tightly. Letting you feel exactly what that thought does to him. The sight of your nearly naked body driving him crazy with need. “Get dressed baby I want to take you home and see how loud I can make you get.”

Smirking, leaning down to put your foot back into your panties and jeans before pulling them up. Hands smoothing over your hips to rest on the wide expanse, watching him pull his own jeans up. “What if that’s the other way around handsome?” Brow tipping up in amusement when he pausing in the search for his shirt.

Turning back to you taking those few steps to cage you back against the counter, “Careful cariño I do have a pair of handcuffs I could put to good use.”

“Tempting,” fingers dancing over his chest, leaning in to ghost your lips over his jaw and place a kiss to the bare spot. “Only if I get to use them on you first,” watching in fascination as his eyes darken.

When you woke up this morning and put those heels on you never expected it would end this way. All because of a pair of shoes.

The End

[scribbuluswrites]

The Unwanted Visitor

*dances around* It’s Friday again! Finally time for another chapter of Faking It. Hope you enjoy, and as always, thank you for reading!

Katarina was startled awake by a loud banging at her front door, the clock on her nightstand indicating it was just after two a.m. She rolled out of bed and grabbed the pistol she kept at her bedside, marching down the hallway. It was most likely unnecessary but better prepared than sorry. 

She glanced through the peephole, half expecting to see Coco standing outside her door. It wouldn’t be unusual for him to change his mind about waiting until the next day; plus, he had already proven how easy it was for him to get into the building. 

It wasn’t Coco, though, and she rested her forehead against the door with a thump. The plan to clear her head would definitely not work if Happy was going to start coming back around. She took a deep breath, debating whether she should open the door or not. 

Kat swung the door open, not bothering to hide the gun held loosely at her side. Happy looked uncomfortable, like he knew better than to show up uninvited. They had always kept clear boundaries about home being private, a secret place to hide away.

“Can I come in?” he asked quietly. Kat moved to fully block the doorway, her empty hand firmly on her hip. “I just want to talk.” She didn’t budge, though, narrowing her eyes at him. 

She opened her mouth to complain, but snapped it shut when she heard voices down the hall. From the boisterous laughter, she assumed her neighbors must be coming home from a night out on the town. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention, and a giant tattoo-covered biker like Happy would absolutely be noticed. 

Kat grabbed the front of his kutte, pulling him into the apartment before anyone reached the shared hallway. As she locked the door behind them, she realised she hadn’t wanted to send him away. 

“Planning to shoot me, little girl?” he questioned, nodding towards the Sig in her left hand. There was a faint grin on his mouth, but he didn’t really relax, waiting to see what Katarina was going to do.

Katarina looked down at it, slowly setting it on the low table that sat behind her couch. She walked into the kitchen without a word, returning with two lowball glasses and a bottle of bourbon. 

Happy had picked up the 9mm, turning it over in his hands. He remembered purchasing this gun for her before she left Washington. His finger traced the snake etched into the back plate, a soft smile on his face. 

“There’s no round in the chamber,” he commented, carefully setting it back down. 

“I expected it to be Coco,” she replied flatly, shoving the glass into his hand and taking a seat. The corner of Happy’s mouth pulled up further. “I thought you wanted to talk, not give me a lesson in home protection.” 

Happy’s face broke into a full smile now. He knew their history, but it felt like they were right back where they been. He could easily pretend they had skipped back to before Katarina’s accident. The spark between them was still tangible.

Kat blinked at him, trying to keep her frown in place. “Stop grinning at me like that, I’m still mad at you.” Her resolve was crumbling, though. Happy had been wrong to throw her out of his life, but Kat couldn’t really blame him any more. 

“God, I missed you,” he rasped, chuckling under his breath. “All that fire.” Happy reached for her hand, his fingers tracing over her wrist briefly. 

Katarina scooted away, propping her feet up on his thigh to keep him at this distance. If she didn’t, she was going to wind up right back in his arms. 

“I don’t know if I want to punch you or kiss you,” she grumbled, crossing her arms in frustration. 

“Both is ok. I know you like it rough, freckles,” he replied, raising his eyebrow at her. Kat’s mouth flattened into a line. She couldn’t let her guard down.

“Why did you do that? Back at the clubhouse,” she added, watching his expression for a moment. Happy didn’t offer an answer. “What were you trying to prove?”

“I don’t want to see you get hurt again,” he shrugged, grabbing her foot when she gave him a little kick. Kat clearly didn’t believe him. Happy huffed out a breath. “Jealousy. Better?” 

“It’s at least the truth,” she murmured, leaning back against the arm of the couch. “We’re not even together, and your jealousy is already trouble.” Katarina smirked at him, remembering just how possessive he could be. 

“We weren’t together back then, either,” he reminded her, holding on when she gave another little kick. 

“I can still see right through you,” Kat challenged, holding her head high as Happy stared at her. 

“Oh, yeah?” Happy held her gaze, his expression serious now. It was the same vulnerable expression he’d worn once before, and it was almost enough to break Kat. “So you know I still-”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, her eyes pleading. 

Happy nodded slowly, understanding. “I won’t repeat myself until it’s what you want to hear, but I feel the same way I did.” 

--

Kat looked down at her phone. She had an incoming call from a blocked number. Normally, she would have just ignored it, but something told her it might be Happy. Despite their giant fight, and the figurative world between them, it wouldn’t be unlike him to check on her. 

“Hello?” she answered tentatively, almost worried that she would be wrong. It would break her heart if it wasn’t him.

“I’m sorry.” Happy’s voice was gruffer than usual, like he was exhausted. “I didn’t mean it. I just…” 

“I know,” she interrupted, sighing. She rubbed at her eyes, wondering if she sounded as tired as he did. “At least, I thought I did. That… everything…” she stammered. “It really hurt.” 

“Katarina, you know…” he paused, taking a deep breath. “You know I love you.” The words sounded forced, like he had to grind them out. Kat sucked in a breath, never expecting that. “Fuck, you had no idea, did you?” 

“Not exactly, no,” she admitted, letting her chin drop to rest on her chest. “I thought you were fond of me, but then things got so fucked up.” 

“Kat, I’m either going to find a way to fix this or die trying. Ok?” 

“Ok,” she agreed slowly, tears pricking the back of her eyes. She had never felt quite so overwhelmed with frustration. 

--

Kat took a deep breath, trying to figure out what to say. She had spent a very long time dreaming about this moment, but now, she wasn’t sure it was what she actually wanted. Maybe he had waited too long. Or maybe, she had finally accepted that they couldn't make it work.

Happy was comfortable. He had been her safe place for as long as she could remember. However, she would never be able to give him a family. It would never be more than the two of them, and she was too scared to ask if that would be enough for him. It felt more fair to let him move on. 

“You always talked about settling things with the club, but now you’re down here making deals with the Mayans, and I literally mean you. I’ve never seen you willing to be this involved in something. It’s not bad, at all. I’m glad you’ve found a place, but it just makes me wonder where it’s going,” she confessed, her words tumbling out. She hadn’t even intended on saying half of that, but she couldn’t stop talking once she’d started. 

“Settling things here, that’s the way out,” Happy confided. “Jax wanted us out of the chaos, and we’re just honouring that.” 

Katarina tilted her head. “Something happened to him,” she realised, now understanding why the club President had been absent from the party. 

Happy nodded. “There’s been some change since you left,” he told her, holding up his hand when she looked ready to complain. “Since I made you leave,” he corrected. 

Kat’s expression softened, and despite her best intentions, she reached for his hand. “I was just going to ask what kind of changes,” she explained, twining their fingers together. 

“Things got bloody.” Happy’s jaw clenched, and Katarina could sense that he wasn’t going to explain any more. 

“Was it just Jax?” 

“No, but he wasn’t the same after he lost his wife,” Happy said, watching her face carefully. Katarina looked sad but not overwhelmed like he’d expected. 

“When you told me to stop waiting, was that after Tara?” she questioned, resting her chin on their joined hands. Happy didn’t say anything, but he nodded.

Katarina didn’t ask any anything else, and Happy twisted on the couch, leaning his back against the arm. He pulled Kat with him, letting his arm drape around her as she settled against his chest. 

Happy crooked his finger under her chin, tilting her face up. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips tentative, like he expected her to pull away. 

Kat considered it, but right now, she just wanted to pretend. She hooked her leg over his, kissing him back. She let herself get lost in the familiarity for a few more minutes before moving to rest her head back on his chest. Happy tightened his arms around her. 

It was several more minutes before either of them dared to speak, Happy deciding to finally talk about the obvious. “So, you’ve still got a thing for bikers. Never thought I’d get replaced by a Mayan,” he chuckled, squeezing her arm against his stomach when she tried to move to pinch him. 

“It was not an intentional thing. Believe me,” she emphasized. 

“I really fucking hate it, but…” he paused, resting his chin against her head. “El Coco can probably keep you safe.” 

“There you go again with those heaps of praise,” she snickered. “Is it El Coco? I always wondered where the nickname came from.” 

“I think you’d call him Baba Yaga,” Happy supplied, unsure if that was the correct term. Kat’s head popped up. 

“Wait, El Coco is like the boogeyman?” she replied, her eyes wide with surprise. “What makes him the boogeyman?” 

Happy smirked, and she instantly knew his answer. “Club shit,” they said in unison. Kat groaned dramatically, dropping her head back onto his shoulder. 

“Why do I have such a specific type?” she whined, covering her face with her hands. “He’s their version of you, isn’t he?” 

Happy just smiled, unable to give her any details. “Not nearly as handsome,” he commented, kicking his boots off and finally stretching his legs out on the couch. “I parked around the block, and I’ll be gone before your neighbors are up,” he added, answering before she even had a chance to protest. 

“I want to be angry that you assumed I’d let you stay, but I just don’t care right now,” she confessed, snuggling against him. “Do you have a boogeyman waiting back in Charming? Boogeylady?” she guessed, scrunching her nose at the strangeness of the term. Katarina hadn’t really wanted to ask, but she couldn’t help herself. She was trying to move on, and she wanted that for Happy, too. But deep down, she hated the idea and hated herself for being so selfish.

Happy chuckled, pressing a kiss against her temple. “Definitely not. You were such a handful, I’m still exhausted,” he joked. 

“I bet the croweaters are glad to have you back,” she teased, unable to stop pushing the issue. 

“Now who’s jealous?” Happy replied, calling her out. 

“I’m not not jealous,” Kat admitted, hiding her face. She closed her eyes, just listening to his steady heartbeat. She tried to gauge if she felt more comfortable and safe with Happy or Coco. It was a terribly unfair thing to do, though, so she tried to push the thought out of her head. 

Happy wasn’t really her safe place any more. He hadn’t been since she was 23. At the time, she had felt mature enough for the life she was leading, but now that she was actually an adult, that life felt silly and unsustainable. 

He might be here now, but she wondered if she would always be waiting for the day he pushed her away again. 

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[sadmmann]

20 years ago

20 years ago, on April 20, during the massacre at Columbine High School, we lost not only 13 dear people, but 24 people were terribly injured after which they could never return to their previous lives. 

I propose to recall their names

Richard Castaldo (17 in 1999) -  He was shot 8 times in his left arm, right arm, chest, back, and abdomen. Since the shooting he has to use a wheelchair. After the shooting he got his driver's license and a car designed to be used by people in wheelchairs.

Lance Kirklin (16 in 1999) - Lance suffered from a total of five gunshot wounds. His jaw and face were rebuilt with bone and tissue from his leg as well as titanium alloy to replace lost bone in his thigh and jaw. The process took 9 operations. He was released from the hospital on May 15, 1999.

Anne-Marie Hochhalter (17 in 1999) -  She tried to run to the safety of the cafeteria and was shot by once in the back and once in the chest. Paralyzed by a bullet that severed her spinal cord and went through her diaphragm (it was later found lodged in her liver), she collapsed, unable to move. She told investigators later that while she was playing dead she could hear one of the gunmen shouting orders to the other but couldn't understand what they were saying. If rescue workers had been two minutes slower in reaching her, she would have died. Doctors later called her the "miracle girl". After shooting, she has to use a wheelchair. Severe pain, disability and suicide of the mother did not break Anna, and she continues to fight to this day.

Sean Graves (15 in 1999) -  His back/spine injury was deemed an 'incomplete spinal injury' by doctors, meaning that he was paralyzed below the injury level but retained some feeling and movement. He was later moved to Craig Hospital for spinal cord rehabilitation. On June 20th, 1999 he took his first steps. He was released from Craig July 7th, 1999.

Mark Taylor (17 in 1999) - He was hit several more times - twice in the chest and five times in the back - while laying there. As he watched, went over to where [Rachel] lay bleeding and shot her again as she tried to get up. Other students trampled Mark in their attempt to flee from the gunmen, thinking him dead. Eventually an officer showed up and dragged Mark to safety behind the nearby shed.Four of the eight bullets were left in him: Two near his aorta and two in his spine. He was released April 30, 1999.He was later re-admitted to Littleton Adventist for treatment of a staph infection in the wounds in his lungs. Was in and out of the hospital three times.

Michael Johnson (15 in 1999) - Michael was outside the cafeteria with four friends: Denny Rowe, Mark Taylor, John Cook, and Adam Thomas. They were sitting on the grass near the east stairs when the shooting began.At first Michael didn't know what was going on but he quickly realized bullets were hitting the ground near him and and his friends. He felt a sensation like someone had poured warm water on his left leg and he and his friends got up to run toward a shed that was about 120 yards away. As they ran he heard Mark cry out: "Oh my God! I've been shot!" as he fell to the ground. Mike continued to run. He felt another "warm feeling" on the back of his jaw and realized he'd been shot too. He managed to make it as far as the shed. Denny, John, and Adam kept running and jumped the nearby fence. Michael lay down and propped himself against the shed where noticed the left leg of his blue jeans was covered in blood from mid-thigh down to his ankle.  Michael was in intensive care for 8 days during which time doctors had to wire his jaw shut and repair a ruptured blood vessel in his leg. He was released April 28, 1999.

Brian Anderson (17 in 1999) walked past the glass doors with Patti Nilsson (35 in 1999) when gunmen shot at them. The shattered door knocked Brian and Patty. In 2008 a friend of Brian's [Dewayne Johnson] said that 26 year old Brian Anderson has moved on with his life. He now owns his own trucking company in the Littleton, Colorado area. Brian still tries to make sense of that fateful day at Columbine High School. To this day he has not stepped one foot into any library nor does he like the sound of helicopters or fire alarms. Brian lost his good friend and classmate Corey DePooter in the shooting and said there are times when he thinks of him and all the fun times they had in school. Recently Brian said he would like to go back to Columbine and see the new library and there he hopes to find more closure. Brian still lives in the Jefferson County area. He would like to thank all those who pitched in with a helping hand during the whole ordeal at Columbine. Brian also stated that "there is one person that means a lot" to him and will always have a place in his heart because in his eyes she is a HERO and that is teacher Patti Nielson.

Stephanie Munson (17 in 1999) -  Stephanie and her friend Melissa Walker were heading out of tech lab class to go talk with one of the A.C.E. teachers when she heard popping noises. She had never heard gunfire before so didn't recognize the sound. About that time a male teacher ran up behind them, yelling at them to get out of the building. She and Melissa ran west toward the main entrance. As they were exiting through the first set of double doors Stephanie felt as though her left foot exploded: There was a burning sensation and a pop, then her foot went numb.Once outside the school, Stephanie paused by the bike rack to look at her foot and saw that it was bleeding. Melissa, hysterical, insisted that she keep running. It wasn't until Stephanie got across the street to Leawood Park that she was able to stop and take off her shoe and sock. That's when she discovered that she'd been shot. There were several people already in the park at the time and more were pouring out of the school by the minute. Seeing her wounded ankle, which was a through-and-through injury from a 9mm bullet, someone with a cellphone called 911 .An ambulance arrived and took her to the hospital where she was treated and released April 20, 1999.

Nicholas Foss (18 in 1999) -  Nick was treated for slight injuries sustained in the 15 foot fall through the ceiling and the bullet that grazed his head. Released April 20, 1999. He told investigators later that he felt as though angels were watching over him that day because one of the killers pointed a gun at his head but it didn't go off when the shooter pulled the trigger.

Joyce Jankowski (45 in 1999) - When the shooting began Joyce, a teacher at Columbine, was in the faculty lounge about to have lunch. She heard a commotion outside and when she looked out the window she saw two bodies. Judy Grecko, one of the other two teachers in the room, tried to call 911 but the phone was dead. Several shots soon followed and Joyce and another teacher, Amy Burnett, ran into the small one-person bathroom that was attached to the teachers' lounge. She was treated for injuries sustained in the fall through the ceiling when she tried to escape the school and was released April 20, 1999.

Adam Kyler (16 in 1999) -  He was treated for abdominal pain and released April 20, 1999.

Evan Todd (16 in 1999) - was a sophomore at the time of the Massacre. He was the first to get injured in the library (however, he only suffered from minor injuries), as he was hit from flying splinters that came from the bullet striking the table he was hiding under.

Makai Hall (19 in 1999) - was sitting with his friends in the library when the shooting began. He hid under a table with Daniel Steepleton and Patrick Ireland when the shooters entered the library. When they demanded that everyone with white hats stand up, Dan - who was wearing a white hat - started to get up. Makai held him back, telling him: "Don't move." Shortly after killer looked under the table where Makai and his friends were hiding. Smiling, opened fire. Makai was hit in the knee by the shotgun blast. Pat moved to help him and was shot in the head. Pat was knocked unconscious; Makai and Dan played dead. Then killer threw a home-made C02 bomb that bounced under their table and landed on Dan's thigh. Dan was too afraid to move so Makai reached over, grabbed it, and threw it back out from underneath the table where it exploded mid-air.

Patrick Ireland (17 in 1999) - After Patti Nielson entered the library with Evan Todd, he hid under a table together with his friends Makai and Dan even though at first he thought it was just a joke; the other two hid under a different table.When the gunmen entered the library and shouted "Everybody with white hats get up" he closed his eyes and played dead.After some time and a lot of shooting he heard Makai groan in pain.He looked over and saw that both of his friends had been shot.Patrick decided to crawl over between them to provide first aid but passed out because he had been shot in the head twice but hadn't noticed this before.He passed in and out of consciousness for two hours but was woken by the fire alarm eventually.Patrick still hadn't noticed that he was shot and decided that he had to get out of there immediately but he couldn't stand up since he had been shot in his leg.He crawled towards a window and managed to pull himself up.He wanted to jump out in case nobody was there to help him but luckily members of the SWAT team saw him and parked their car right under the windowto pull Patrick out.

Daniel Steepleton (17 in 1999) - He saw killer look directly at him, smile, and then lift his sawed-off shotgun. He fired at Daniel, who was hit in the left knee. Daniel felt it as a sensation of warmth. He also saw that Makai had been hit in the right leg and it looked "torn up". Patrick reached over to help Makai;Daniel heard another shot and saw Patrick go down. He had been shot in the head. Both gunmen were firing their weapons at the time so Daniel wasn't sure who had shot Pat. Daniel fell to the floor where he lay with his head down and played dead. He was treated for a shotgun blast to the leg; he took five pellets to the knee and one to the chin. He was released before April 24, 1999.

Kacey Ruegsegger (17 in 1999) -  She suffered multiple injuries including a gunshot wound to the right shoulder, a through-and-through injury to her right hand that medical officials pulled a metal washer out of, and a gunshot graze on her neck. They pulled a shotgun wad out of her shoulder. At the hospital she was given at least two doses of morphine and was still in quite a bit of pain. A steel plate was put in her arm and she went through lengthy physical therapy. She was released from the hospital on May 1, 1999.  

Lisa Kreutz (18 in 1999) - She was hit several times, sustaining multiple gunshot wounds to her shoulder, hand, and both arms. She lay bleeding in the library for 2.5 hours, unable to move due to the severity of her injuries, before she was rescued by officials. She was the last survivor to be pulled from the library. Lisa was released from the hospital April 28, 1999.

Valeen Schnurr (18 in 1999) - suffered nine soft tissue wounds to her left arm, chest, and abdomen from shrapnel and through-and-through bullet wounds. she was released from Swedish April 27. Graduated from Columbine May 22. She graduated from Columbine May 23, 1999 despite her injuries

Mark Kintgen (17 in 1999) - When the shooters entered the library and began to kill people Mark didn't see much from where he was hiding but he clearly heard one of them say after shots were fired: "Oh look at his brains!". Laughter from the killers followed. Not long after that he heard one of the two assailants shoot out a nearby glass display case. The gunman then went over to the table where Mark was hiding and shot at him. Mark took a bullet to the head and one to the shoulder. The bullet in Mark's head was surgically removed. He was released from Denver Health April 23 with a bullet still lodged in his shoulder.

Nicole Nowlen (16 in 1999)) -  was hiding under the table with John Tomlin when the shooters entered the library. She was shot in the abdomen but survived.

Jeanna Park (18 в 1999) - She was hit in the right knee, right shoulder and left foot, and fell to the floor where she stayed until she noticed some of the other people in the library getting up and leaving.She went to leave as well, checking the computer tables for her sister. Not seeing her, Jeanna left alone.

Jennifer Doyle (17 in 1999) - was hit with three shotgun pellets in her right hand: One crushed her ring finger, another entered her wrist, and another entered the back of her hand, resulting in seven broken bones. Released from the hospital April 24, 1999.

Austin Eubanks (16 in 1999) - He was put in the hospital and treated for a gunshot gazed knee. He was released the same day and graduated from Columbine High School on May 20, 2000.

Remember the survivors

[my-one-true-l]

the wammy boys(besides beyond) turning evil for tragic reasons? I'd love you to try writing microfics of this! ^^

Hello Dear Anon! I am so sorry these took so long! I Hope you enjoy! 🖤

CW: guns, drugs, violence, murder, betrayal…it’s all in there.

L

L looked out the window at the snowflakes drifting heavily to the ground, coating everything in white.  He kept the lights off to assure no glare would interrupt the only calm he was able to find.

The manilla envelope lay on the desk, mocking him with its contents sprawled across the cold, hard surface.

The words “Insufficient evidence” and “unreliable witnesses” stared up at him, as well as “suspects released” and “no arrests made”. But there were two words, ten simple letters that taunted him the most. “Case closed”.

The photos of the crime scene were like a dream he couldn’t quite remember, familiar yet distorted. They brought him right back to the day he convinced himself never happened, that it was nothing more than a memory of a child’s overactive imagination.

The once comforting click of dress shoes alerted him to Watari’s presence.

“L, why are you sitting in the dark?”  Watari’s smile faded as his eyes landed on the envelope. “Where did that come from?”

“It doesn’t matter how I obtained it.” His voice, angry and hollow. “This entire time you knew who they were and you kept it from me.” His tones, biting and accusatorial towards the man he had grown to love like a father.

“You were just so young and when you were old enough…I didn’t want you to ever have to think about it again.” The older man stumbled over the words as they left his mouth.

L scowled at him. “It was all a lie. I trusted you. I trusted you and you betrayed me.”

“I didn’t betray you, my boy. I couldn’t tell you.”

“No, Watari. You chose not to tell me.” Turning his back to his once trusted guardian, L headed towards the door.

“Where are you going? L, please. I will tell you anything you want to know. Just stop. Please.”

L slowly turned to face him.“So now you decide I deserve the truth? This wasn’t a traditional lie adults tell children to manipulate their actions, Watari. You knew who killed my parents. You knew and didn’t tell me. All this time…I could have found a way…”

“You can find a way to catch them now. I will help you. Every resource I have will be at your disposal.” Watari pleaded.

“My resources are already at my disposal. I’ve already located them and rectified the situation. They will never see the sun rise again.” The shadows under his eyes became a physical manifestation for the darkness that had attached itself to him.

“L, just promise me you will come back once you’ve made peace with this.”

“Heh, You will never see me again, Watari. I’ve already erased myself from the system. Attach yourself to one of my ‘successors’. I can’t trust my identity to you anymore. L is dead, as is Coil and Deneuve.”

“But you are L.”

“No, I am Justice.”

 Near

“Nathan River released from prison on a technicality.”  

Near raises the remote and aims it at the screen. With a simple push of a button, he eliminates the image. He doesn’t need to rewind it. He doesn’t need to ever see it again. Every bit of it was burned into his mind.

The coverage was all over the news, although all he needed was a tip from Gevanni that it had happened.

Near, a living apparition in grey and white tones, was now painted in black.

“Rester?” Near summoned his handler.  “Initiate the procedures I had you put into place in the event this day ever came.” His words, calm and focused as always, were now laden with a cold-bloodedness that neither man had ever witnessed before.

“Near…are you sure?” Gevanni cautiously questioned him.

“Yes.”

Rester left and returned momentarily with a small treasure chest. It looked like nothing more than a child’s toy, a prop used when playing pirate.

But it was much more than that.

Rester hands it to Near.

“The key please.” Without looking up from the locked box, Near holds up a hand and waits expectantly for his request to be fulfilled.

It was Gevanni’s turn to leave and return with the required object, dropping it into the young man’s hand.

Without hesitation, he unlocks the chest and removes a small piece of paper and a pen. It all looked so harmless unless you knew what it was.

“Near, are you absolutely certain? You cannot undo it once you write his name.”

“Yes, I’m certain.” Near scratches his father’s name onto the small and unassuming piece of paper.  “Just like he couldn’t undo killing my mother.”

 Mello

“How did you get in here?” Roger Ruvie demanded into the atmosphere of his office.

Mello turned in Roger’s desk chair to face the old man. In his hand he gripped a file marked “Mihael Keehl”, a name that felt like it belonged to someone else, someone that never existed.

“You bastard!” Mello exploded at him as he slammed the file down on Roger’s desk.

“Mello, the records at Wammy’s House are not for-“

“I don’t give a shit who or what they’re for. Did you do it just to keep me here? For me to be competition for Near?”

“What are you going on about?”

“My parents are alive, you fuck. Alive.” Mello pounded both fists angrily on top of his file. “And it says here that they wanted me back, but you wouldn’t release me to them.”

“Mello, you have to understand, when a child is surrendered to Wammy’s, they are legally our responsibility until they’re 18.”

“Don’t give me this shit. You let me leave at 14! Why? Why didn’t you let me go back home?”

“Because they were unfit. Always in trouble. The entire reason you ended up here was because they were put in jail. You were rebellious enough without their influence. I thought I was protecting you.”

“Were you also protecting me from the money that you were getting from the “pretend” cases you had me and Near working on?”

“That money is used for the orphanage.”He was quick with his explanations and it was push Mello to his limits.

“Well, Roger, while you were busy running an orphanage and concerning yourself with my well-being, I could have been with my family instead of ending up like this.” Mello dragged a leather-gloved hand down his scar. “and now to make up for it, you’re going to tell me where they are.”

“I can’t do that. You willingly left Wammy’s. We are under no obligation to disclose anything to you.”

“Ok, have it your way.”

Mello got up and headed towards the door, but to Roger’s surprise, he shut and locked the them inside the room. Mello slowly stalked towards him.

“What are you doing?” Roger backed away from Mello until he was against the office wall.

Mello reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his 9mm and wrapped a finger around the trigger. “The information.”

“It-it’s over in th-that cabinet,” Roger stammered, suddenly terrified of the young man as he should have been all along.

Mello shot the lock off the cabinet causing Roger to flinch at the clang of metal on metal. Within minutes, he had the file he need.

“Thank you Roger, now let me repay your kindness.”

With an unwavering conviction, Mello aimed at Roger and pulled the trigger.

 Matt

“Stupid fuck.” It was an understatement of gigantic proportions, but Matt had no other words for him. He crushed the cigarette butt into the dashboard as he stared out the window at the rundown apartment building. It looked like where he imagined he would have grown up if he had not ended up at Wammy’s.

He had been staking the place out for hours now, but never getting a glimpse of his target. Matt knew he wasn’t giving him a second thought, just like he didn’t when he was small. After all, he wasn’t Matt’s father. Why would he have ever given a shit about what would have happened to him? He was just an annoyance to be ignored.

Matt understood this. He could even forgive this to some extent. He learned a long time ago nothing was owed to anyone and there was no such thing as a guarantee.

But what he couldn’t forgive is that this bastard watched as his mother overdosed, too concerned with himself to get the help she needed. He wasn’t just high. He supplied her with all the heroine she could ever want as long as she let him hide his product in her crappy little apartment and lie for him if the cops ever came around.

None of it mattered. When they found her, needle still hanging from the flesh just below the bend of her arm, they searched from top to bottom and found everything he was hiding there, the only thing in that apartment he ever cared about. He was charged with possession of a narcotic with intent to distribute and involuntary manslaughter.

He had let her die for nothing. The value the jury put on her life? A mere 14 years without parole.

Now Matt was less than 50 yards from him.

He didn’t care that he served his time. He didn’t care that he had paid for her death. There was no price that was high enough.

Except for one.

Matt reached into the glove box and pulled out the Glock 19 he had hidden there. He checked the clip one last time before stepping into the streets. With a determination never before known to him, he approached the apartment. Wrapping his knuckles hard against the door, he raised the gun to chest level as he heard the doorknob turn…

[illicitdeeds]

𝙈𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙤 𝘾𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙐𝙥 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙂𝙖𝙮 𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧

𝙈𝙖𝙣 𝙈𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙁𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙤 𝘾𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙐𝙥 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙂𝙖𝙮 𝘼𝙛𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧

On the day of his murder, Brad McGarry had left to meet "DJ," a married man with whom McGarry had been having an affair for "years."

On May 7, 2017, 43-year-old Brad McGarry was found dead with two gunshot wounds to the back of the head in the basement of his Bellaire, Ohio, home. His best friend, 30-year-old David Kinney, had found McGarry with his wife and young daughter, who were accompanying him while he dropped off a weed-eater at McGarry's home.

With McGarry's kitchen in disarray and living room completely ransacked, authorities initially believed his death had been the result of a robbery gone wrong. But after further inspection, detectives realized nothing of value had been stolen.

"As I'm walking through this crime scene, I'm noticing some very high-dollar items are there," Belmont County Sheriff’s Department Detective Ryan Allar told said.

"Brad McGarry owned a gun — a 9mm. He was a collector of country-type style art. He had a great deal of it in his house. I mean, this place was a treasure trove for thieves, and nothing's missing that we can tell."

Detective Allar continued, "The more and more we get into this, the more and more it looks like this is a prop left for us, to throw us off the trail. This was the most staged crime scene I've ever seen in my life. ... Whoever staged this scene killed Brad McGarry."

Over the next 24 hours, authorities ran down several dead-end leads, and it wasn't until McGarry's cousin, Schuyler Strawser, made a case-breaking disclosure that police were able to identify a suspect.

The day McGarry was killed, Strawser said they had been hanging out until about 1:30 PM. She told detectives that McGarry had left to meet "DJ," a married man with whom McGarry had been having an affair for "years." Strawser indicated that the two had been having problems because McGarry had been trying to get DJ to leave his wife.

When pressed for more details about DJ, Strawser told detectives, "I guess they call him DJ or David Kinney. ... It's the only guy he's ever told me about."

Detective Allar said, "When I found out that DJ was David Kinney, the person that found his body with his family, it stopped making sense. Up until this point, David Kinney was a witness in this case — that was his role. When we find out that he has been hiding things from us, that all changed."

When Kinney was brought in for questioning, Kinney changed his story "seven or eight times" before ultimately admitting that he murdered his best friend. But according to Kinney, it was only in self-defense. On May 9, Kinney was arrested and charged with first-degree murder.

Kinney was found guilty of aggravated murder several months later and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole, with an additional three years for a gun specification.

Family friend Abby Milliken, who viewed McGarry as an uncle, said, "When I saw that David Kinney had confessed to the murder of my uncle, it was kind of surreal. I feel as if he could have expressed himself and came out to others. He could've been with my uncle right now."

Detective Sergeant Doug Cruse from the Belmont County Sheriff's Office said, "It's such a tragedy that he felt so intimidated that he was willing to murder somebody that obviously loved him and cared about him to keep that a secret. It's really just sad for everyone."

[secrettheorist]

Change in command

In honor of not studying for finals I wrote this short, not my best but here you go.

She stood in the doorway dripping wet as she gripped the 9mm loosely in her hand. Her brown hair clung to her face as she took deep breaths trying to calm her pounding heart.

“I can’t believe it, I can’t believe that after all this time I’m finally ready.”

She shook her head and smiled as she rambled on to herself because she knew she had no one else to tell. Laughing to herself, she pushed the hair from her eyes she entered her home leaving a trail of water behind, and for the first time in her life she feels relaxed, safe even, as she placed the gun down on the counter and reached into the fridge for beer. 

“I’m finally free.”

She took a welcoming sigh as she flopped down on the couch, propped her feet up, and opened the beer. 

“He’s dead, and has been for a while. I can finally go back, do things differently.”

There was a noise that broke her concentration and as she turned to look, she realized she wasn’t alone anymore.

“I don’t think he would approve of things if you were in charge.”

She smiled as she took a sip of beer, “I don’t care what he thinks anymore, he’s dead.”

He was the one that laughed this time as he closed the distance smiling an eerie grin. Before she could react to his approach he grabbed her by the hair and craning her neck to the side, “Oh Alex, I wish that were true.”

She felt a sharp prick before her world began to spin. She looked in his eyes as he stared back smiling, “He will be so happy to see you.”  

[cursat]

Dreamverse Series - Part 1

WELL YALL, I made a thing, here’s my own RnM fan fic series. Enjoy

It’s not real.

You can do this.

You have to keep telling yourself it’s not real.

You squeeze your eyes as hard as you can or, at least, you think you are, you can’t tell. You could never tell.

You try and focus on melting through the sheets or falling through them, as if you're sinking down to the bottom of a pool.

Focus...shit! Don’t freak out!

Shit, shit...fucking shit!

You hear the banging again but this time it’s much louder and any minute the door will bust open and it will come in.

Your mind flinches with every blow, each louder than the last. Your ears ring as if they were gunshots, only louder, which seems impossible.

Why is it so hard this time? You’ve escaped before...

Your heart races with each breath that escapes through your nose. You want to open your mouth to breathe, scream, anything, but it's as though its sewn shut, like some B rated horror movie. You can’t open or even touch them. You can’t move anything and you're running out of time.

It’s almost here.

Abort mission, you can’t do it, you need help.

Someone help!

Suddenly the temperature drops and although you can’t see it, there’s a black fog that’s entered the room, completely blanketing the floor.

It's too late...It’s here.

The door violently swings open and a huge black figure enters the room, then slowly glides towards you.

You try to scream but your lips won’t move. You try moving your head to reach for your night stand, but it's as though you're in quicksand. The more you move the worse it is.

As it gets closer, the figure suddenly begins to change and the fog changes from black to a bright neon green. The first thing you notice is the figure’s wild and disheveled teal blue hair. Your eyes travel to its face, which hadn’t come close enough for you to see before. A man comes into focus and across his lips lies a huge scar curled up in a sinister sharp smile.

Finally he reaches the side of the bed and that's when you see the look of pure evil in his eyes.

Towering over you like an omen, radiating every horrible thing that’s ever happened to you, He raises a hand and you notice he is wearing a white lab coat over a black shirt.

Suddenly he lunges forward, grabbing your neck and begins to squeeze. His nails dug into your skin while his eyes pierced right through you. He is here for something, but it's not to kill you.

What..what do you want from me?!

His eyes narrow as his expression changes to that of amusement and he lifts his other hand to reveal a gun, but not like one you've ever seen.

“You.” The single word reply escaped his lips like dripping poison, his voice cold and hardened.

He looks you up and down then places the searingly cold end of the barrel between your collarbones, pausing only for a second before slowly dragging the metal down your body as his grip on your throat tightened. You wince as he agonizingly tortures your skin, the metal colder than anything you've ever felt, and continues his slow pace...between your breasts...over your stomach...before reaching-

Closing your eyes and with all your remaining strength you try one last time to move.

Get the FUCK away from me!

You let out a desperate gasp for air and bolt upright in bed breathing heavily and fast. You touch your lips, throat, and look to the door to see it’s closed. Everything's fine and you're alone, once again, in the still of your bedroom at three am.

Except, everything’s not fine.

Quickly you swing your legs off the bed and run to the floor length mirror across the room to examine your neck.

It's….bruised. How is that possible!?

Confused you step back, shaking, sweating, and for once scared, only to discover that's not all. You notice the damp fabric of your panties clung to you, which wasn't the result of sweat.

Bruises were now the least of your problems.

---

“What. The. Fuck!” you yelled at the mirror, breaking the silence in the room which almost seemed necessary.

You've never experienced a sleep paralysis like that before.

You've always been able to escape, turn it into a lucid dream and then go or do whatever the hell you wanted. Sex mostly. But, this, what happened tonight, wasn't normal.

Your mind can't manifest real bruises being paralyzed, and you couldn't have made them yourself.

Previously before you learned to control it, the figures never took a human form or had anything about them you could remember. And you certainly were not ever...aroused.

What is wrong with me?

These sleep paralysis episodes had been happening every night for the past week since moving into this house. You wonder if it has anything to do with the backstory of why your rent is so cheap, causing your brain to get carried away.

The owner and now landlord hasn't been able to keep tenants very long before they break contract and move out, sometimes without picking up their deposits. Something about various complaints about a particular neighbor, strange sightings, and unexplainable sounds at night, although you were not given the details on the nature of the complaints. If there was something serious going on in this neighborhood, you'd know already, so it didn’t bother you.

Turning away from the mirror with your heart still racing, you decide there's no chance you'll fall back to sleep.

Not after that, especially when you are now all...worked up.

Walking back over the side of the bed, you open the nightstand drawer to reveal what you called “Polly”. Technically the manufacturer named it that as you were not in the habit of giving names to your vibrators but it always made you laugh to yourself when reaching for it.

Might as well take care of myself since I’m up.

Just as you grab the smooth purple phallic device, the second loud noise for this evening catches your attention, this one being very real and coming from outside.

Quickly you swap the toy for your 9mm Taurus from the top of the nightstand and bolt to the wall next to the window and peer through the blinds.

Across the street was an open garage, dimly lit, with a huge cloud of black smoke escaping from it.

You spring into action, running down the hall, through the front door, and across the street to the house in question, with your gun pointed towards the ground.

Carefully, you sidestep to one side of the garage as the smoke clears while trying to make out if anyone is inside or what caused the assumed explosion.

“Police! Is anyone in here? Is anyone hurt?” you shout hoping, you're not about to walk into a meth lab. Paperwork is the last thing you want to do at this hour.

“S-Shit Morty! Be cool, be co-urg-ol Morty. Someone called the f-fucking cops already!”

“Aw geez Rick, I’m freaking out!”

Hearing the little amount of conversation exchanged, you decide to plunge into the garage, gun drawn, unsure of what to expect but definitely not prepared for what you found.

“Police! No one move! Wha-What’s....going…” you trail off as you take in the whole scene before you.

There was what looked to be blood splatter on one side of the garage and directly across on the other side were two people, a man and a teenaged boy, each with what you’d swear to be dead bodies at their feet.

Seconds go by and as more smoke clears, you notice the bodies look exactly like the man and boy except bloody and mangled.

Suddenly you felt the ache and familiar warmth swelling deep in your core.

Either you were still dreaming or the man you just dreamt about was standing before you. His unforgettable blue hair grabbing your attention first before your eyes traveled over the rest of his tall body. He was wearing the same white lab coat but over a blue shirt, a softer expression, and what appeared some kind of glowing device in one of his hands.

He cleared his throat before speaking, “So uh, I don’t know what is more awkward. You thinking these bodies are real or the fact you ran over here h-half naked….O-Officer. Not very professional of y-you.”

He had a certain confidence about him. Either he didn't think I was actually a cop, or he really didn't care. Either way, he almost seemed slightly annoyed I was here, despite the scene of the garage.

The man then shifted uncomfortably, presumably trying to adjust what looked to now be the beginning of a trapped erection in his pants as you registered the words he just spoke.

Wait, N-Naked?

With both hands still firmly on the firearm, you look down to examine that you did indeed bolt out of the house in nothing but a thin tank top and panties.

Fucking shit!

You pray the darkness works in your favor to hide the damp fabric and address the man and boy, who is now shielding his eyes from you.

“I heard an explosion and responded! Is uh...everyone alright? Identify yourselves!” you state, now fixated on the erection.

“Y-Yes Officer, we are fine...just...just uh, t-testing out our haunted house props for Halloween. I’m Rick Sanchez and this is my grandson, Morty.” He gestures to the small teenage boy who shyly waves a free hand while still averting his eyes.

Trying your hardest to keep a straight face, a small gust of wind enters the garage removing the remaining smoke ghosting across your now clearly visibly taught nipples along the way.

Of course noticing, Rick spoke again.

“Sorry for the noise. We will wrap up it up for tonight. Right Morty?”

“Y-Yeah. S-s-s-so s-sorry Ma’am, I mean Officer!”

Feeling ridiculously embarrassed and knowing the possibility of those bodies being real was highly unlikely, given the fact they looked identical to Rick and Morty, you quickly reply that you will formally follow up in the morning Then you immediately high tail it back to your house, barefoot and all.

A03 is C_r547

[viktor-ravencrest]

RED ICE - Ch 4

Characters: Connor x Reader, Hank, Gavin

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 3,637

RED ICE Masterlist

He didn’t allow you to answer before he pulled your keys from his jacket pocket and sprinted out the door to your Rubicon. His LED flashed yellow as he once again called the police, explaining the situation so they’d send a car to both Hank and Reed’s houses. He peeled out of the parking lot as he was told that the only available patrol car was on its way to your apartment. He’d have to do this himself.

CHAPTER FOUR: TRANQUILIZER? WHAT... ARE WE IN DEXTER?

Wednesday January 19, 2039 // 11:50pm

Black clouds rolled overhead, releasing large snowflakes that zipped past the car as Connor drove, reminiscent of stars going past a spaceship at lightspeed. They clung to the windshield, your vehicle’s wipers doing their best to keep the android’s view clear. The car skidded to a halt in front of Hank’s house, tires crunching loudly in the quiet of the night as they rolled through untouched snow. The key was barely out of the ignition before he leapt from the driver’s seat, car door slamming behind him, and sprinted up to Hank’s - his - front door.

The lights were off. Connor unholstered his gun and held it ready in one hand while the other unlocked the door. He pocketed his key before readying his service weapon and, slowly, he pushed open the door. Loud barking sounded from the Lieutenant’s bedroom and the android quickly scanned the living room and kitchen before making his way down the hall.

He could hear Sumo scratching at the door before him, whining to get out. He swung it open, much to the dog’s delight, and stepped in, flicking the light on. Hank’s arm came up to rest over his eyes, blocking out the light, and the grizzled detective grumbled.

“The hell is goin’ on?” he slurred, voice thick with sleep.

Connor holstered his gun and scratched a very excited St. Bernard behind the ears. “My apologies, Lieutenant. I was just making sure you weren’t dead,” Connor assured his partner.

Hank grumbled and dropped his arm from his face, turning his head to look at the android through blurry eyes. “Dead? Why the hell would I be dead?” he asked, propping himself up on his elbows. Sumo jumped happily up onto the bed to accost his owner with kisses.

“Upon arriving at (Y/N)’s apartment, we discovered that there had been a break-in. Her home was trashed, though nothing was taken. She theorized that whoever was in her apartment was after her, not anything she owned, and they destroyed her place as a warning when they found her absent,” Connor explained.

Hank shoved the dog from his bed with a huff and then collapsed back onto his pillows. “She’s okay though, right?” he asked.

“Affirmative.”

“So why are you waking me up at ass-o'clock in the morning?” the Lieutenant mumbled, already drifting back to sleep.

“(Y/N) also theorized that whoever broke into her apartment is working for Benjamin Viselli.”

Hank grunted.

Connor continued, understanding that his partner wouldn’t be able to piece together any parts of this puzzle in his current half-asleep state. “If Viselli sent his people after (Y/N), it’s likely that he will also send them after Detective Reed-” he paused and Hank glanced at him momentarily. “-and me.”

A heavy sigh left the Lieutenant’s lips as he finally understood. “So they come after you and they find me instead is what you’re saying.”

“Correct,” Connor confirmed.

Hank ran his hands down his face, allowing an irritated groan to fill the room as he did so. He pushed himself once more onto his elbows before rolling over to swing his legs over the edge of the bed.

“Well if I’m not gonna be gettin’ any more sleep tonight, I may as well help out,” Hank offered, standing unsteadily. “Gimme five minutes and then we’ll go check on Detective Douchebag.”

As soon as Connor stopped the car across from Reed’s house, he’d wished he’d driven faster. The detective’s door was wide open, the living room light on.

“This doesn’t look too promising,” Hank said, leaning forward to peer around Connor, who was sitting in the driver’s seat.

“No. No, it doesn’t.”

The detectives readied their weapons - Connor with his assigned service pistol, a 9mm, and Hank with his .44 magnum. Hank let the RK800 know he was ready with a nod, and they exited your vehicle in unison, making their way quickly across the road to escape the blizzard, ducking beneath Reed’s front porch.

Connor stepped into the house just as Hank opened his mouth, likely to tell the android to stay behind him. The front door opened up into the living room with a connected kitchen, the only barrier between the two rooms being a short bar and the break in flooring where carpet turned to tile. The first thing Connor noticed was the body lying by the coffee table. It took him only a millisecond to scan her face.

Black, Audrey

Born: 8/16/2013 // Unemployed

Criminal Record: Breaking and Entering, Assault, Theft

Known Affiliates: Benjamin Viselli

The deep gash on her forehead and the blood coating the corner of the coffee table were sufficient evidence to conclude that this woman had hit her head, likely the cause of her state of unconsciousness. Connor’s LED spun yellow once more as he called an ambulance. It returned to a shimmering blue as he made his way into the kitchen while Hank moved down the hall to the left to check the bedrooms.

“Detective Reed?” Connor called out just as he spotted a pair of legs sticking out from behind the bar. Cautiously, he stepped around the rooms’ divider to see Gavin lying facedown on the tile floor, his cellphone lying a foot or so away from his outstretched arm.

“Detective Reed!” The RK800 rushed to his side, kneeling next to him. A scan showed his heart beating, his breathing even. He was alive, but unconscious, much like the woman in the living room. Hank stepped into the kitchen, having come running when he heard Connor’s outburst, gun ready.

“He alive?” the Lieutenant asked and Connor nodded, holstering his weapon. “Damn,” Hank exclaimed sarcastically, slipping his own gun back into the waistband of his jeans. “The house seems clear.”

Connor gripped Reed by the shoulder and hoisted, flipping the detective over onto his

back. “Detective?” the android asked, gently patting Gavin’s face. “Detective!” he tried again, slapping him a bit harder.

Hank chuckled. “Why do you get to be the one to slap him?” he asked with a grin.

Connor returned a smirk as he rose to look around. Reed was out cold; there was nothing they could do for him right now except wait for the ambulance. The kitchen was in a state of disarray. Scratches on the tiles that lead to the small dining table suggested that the table had been recently moved, likely during a struggle. The two simple dining chairs were both on their sides, one partially in the living room, and there were pieces of broken plates scattered on the floor. The android tilted his head to the side and his LED spun yellow as he caught sight of something sticking out from under the refrigerator. He strode over and knelt down to get a better look.

Not wanting to tamper with any evidence, he didn’t touch it, but he could see that it was a syringe with a drop of clear liquid hanging from the tip of the needle, daring to drip onto the tiles. He touched the liquid with a finger, the substance clinging to his artificial skin and rising with his hand to be lapped up by his tongue.

“What did we say about licking things, Connor?” Hank asked from the living room where he was examining the woman.

“Not to,” the android replied as he rose from his feet to join his partner.

Hank stepped away from the woman to lean against the wall and Connor took his place, kneeling down to examine her more closely.

“Well?” The Lieutenant asked with a tired smile.

“It’s a mixture of sedatives. I could list them all, but I’m sure you don’t care for specifics,” Connor replied.

The woman was on her back, head to the side showing off a nasty gash in her forehead. She was wearing all black - black jeans, black combat boots, black tank top underneath a black leather jacket, and black leather gloves. Her dark hair was done in a thick braid that had then been curled into a bun, likely to keep it out of the way and ensure it couldn’t be grabbed if she got into a fight.

“Sedatives?” Hank’s brow furrowed as he crossed his arms. “Why would Viselli have him knocked out? That’s not the way he does things. If this even is Viselli.”

Connor rose once again from his kneeling position and looked around the two rooms, taking everything in so that he could reconstruct the scenario and get a better understanding of what had happened.

“She’s one of Viselli’s,” he confirmed as he stepped back to stand next to the man by the wall. The front door was still open and the Lieutenant shivered from the cold and wet blowing in from outside.

Connor’s LED spun blue as he tilted his head to the side. “The door was unlocked, so the assailant entered Detective Reed’s home without much trouble. Reed came from the hallway and was attacked in the middle of the living room,” the android said, gesturing to the room before him. “He knocked her away and tried to reach his cell phone, which was in the kitchen. She grabbed him from behind just as he reached it. There was a struggle as she injected the mixture of sedatives into his neck, hence the disturbed furniture. He was able to overpower her and push her away. She stumbled and fell, hitting her head on the coffee table, which knocked her out.” He kept his explanation as simple to follow as possible, for Hank’s sake. “The sedatives took a few seconds to work, so Reed was able to crawl back into the kitchen toward his phone before he passed out. Unfortunately, he fell unconscious before he was able to call emergency services.”

Connor turned to his partner as he finished. Hank simply shrugged. “Sounds good to me,” he said, earning an endearing smile from the android.

The wail of a siren echoed in the distance, growing louder and louder as it approached. The ambulance stopped outside of Reed’s house and the paramedics wasted no time in jogging through the snow into the house. Connor slipped your keys from his pocket and handed them to Hank.

“Here,” the android said. “I’ll stay here and make sure Detective Reed gets to the hospital safely, then I’ll meet you and (Y/N) at home.”

“Wait,” Hank said as he took the keys. “I have (Y/N)’s car, how are you getting home? And why would she be at our house?”

“Apologies,” Connor said as he observed the EMTs. “I wish for you to retrieve (Y/N) from her apartment and bring her to our house. She’ll be safer there for the time being and that way she’s got her vehicle back as well.”

“You want her to stay the night with us?” the Lieutenant asked, incredulous.

“Correct,” Connor nodded. “She can stay in my room since I don’t sleep. As for how I’ll get home, well… I’ll figure it out.” He smiled and gestured to the door.

Hank just stared at him a moment before sighing heavily and making his way out to the car. The faint sound of him muttering, “Fuckin’ androids…” could be heard, muffled by the snowfall.

It was just past 1am when Connor stepped out of the cab and made his way up to Hank’s front door. It was unlocked and he pushed it open quietly to step into the living room, lit dimly by the kitchen light. You turned in your chair at the table to watch him enter and he found that he couldn’t suppress the smile that crept onto his lips when he saw you. Hank was across the table from you. You both looked exhausted.

“I’m surprised to find you awake,” the android stated as Sumo rose to greet him, tail wagging. He gave the dog a scratch behind the ears before he removed his jacket and hung it on the hook behind the front door.

You stood from the table and stretched, popping your back with a grunt. You’d changed your clothes, Connor noticed. Instead of his shirt and tie, you were wearing a loose black tee and red plaid pajama pants. With a yawn, you made your way toward him, stopping at the edge of the kitchen tiles.

“You expect us to sleep with everything that’s happened tonight?” you asked tiredly.

Connor closed the distance between you, his fingers involuntarily finding your hip to play against the fabric of your long shirt. “I expect you to sleep because you’re exhausted,” he whispered. “And you have work tomorrow.”

“And I’m a monster when I don’t get my beauty sleep, yeah, yeah,” you smirked.

You stepped back toward the table, finding your seat once more and Connor followed to sit beside you.

“We were just talking about what happens now,” Hank said, rubbing his eyes. “Fowler will want police detail on all of us… well... on (Y/N), Reed, and I, anyway. I said sure, but your girlfriend here is as stubborn as a horse,” the Lieutenant huffed, gesturing to you.

Hearing you referred to as his girlfriend made Connor’s head buzz and his hand subconsciously rested itself on your leg beneath the table. He was pleasantly surprised when your fingers twisted around his. Your head was resting in your hand, propped up on your elbow on the table. Tired eyes kept drooping closed and then snapping open. He wished you’d just go to sleep, but knew that you wouldn’t while there was still business to be discussed, even if it could wait until tomorrow. Hank was right when he said you were stubborn. It was your defining trait - that and your fearlessness.

“I don’t need police detail, I can take care of myself,” you insisted sleepily and your free hand came up to cover a yawn.

“I think police detail is necessary,” Connor offered, looking to you. “The woman found unconscious at Detective Reed’s house is known to associate with Viselli’s group. He’s after you; you’re not safe on your own. You need protection.”

You scoffed. “I need people to quit telling me what I need.”

Connor angled his body toward you, his free hand resting over the two already clasped together. “You’re tired. Please, get some sleep. You’re welcome to use my bed, and we can continue this conversation in the morning. Perhaps when you’re rested you’ll see things more clearly.”

Your jaw clenched and you sneered at Connor, an aggressive puff of air leaving your nostrils. “I can see things perfectly clearly right now, thank you.” You pulled your hand away from his and rested your forearms on the table. “I can take care of Viselli’s men far more effectively on my own than I can surrounded by police. That’s how I was trained, or didn’t you know? I work best alone and I can protect myself best if I’m alone.”

Connor knew your background, knew the grueling training that you’d been through. The other detectives called you Sherlock for your incredible mind… and Black Widow for the striking resemblance to the comic book character’s combat prowess. You hadn’t been subject to the Red Room, fortunately, but you were an expert at various types of combat, both melee and ranged. The RK800 knew you could take care of yourself. Despite this, he felt fear. Viselli’s people were ruthless and Connor didn’t know what he would do if anything were to happen to you. He feared for your safety.

“If…” his LED spun yellow as he processed. “If you won’t agree to police detail, then at least agree to let me accompany you,” he offered.

A crease formed between your brow. “Accompany me? Accompany me where?” you asked.

“Everywhere,” he said quickly. “I’ll be your police detail. You and I work well together, we know each other’s combat styles and are quick to adapt. Should anything happen - should you be attacked - I have no doubt that we would be able to handle the situation.”

You tilted your head to the side, regarding him.

“With my enhanced senses, the probability of us getting into trouble is very low. I’d know of any danger immediately and we would be able to react accordingly,” he added, hoping that’d help you come to a decision - hopefully, a positive one.

You nodded slowly, thinking through his proposal.

Hank shifted forward in his chair. “Fowler’s gonna put police detail on you regardless, (Y/N),” he said. “And he won’t like Connor being your bodyguard; you were told to stay away from each other, remember? He’s gonna be pissed enough as it is just knowing that you were here tonight.” The older man pinched the bridge of his nose. “Accept the police detail,” he tried to reason. “You have no choice.”

You huffed and sat back in your chair, arms crossed. “No choice, my ass.”

Connor sighed, leaning forward to get closer to you. “(Y/N), please,” he begged and you turned your enchanting gaze upon him. Even tired, your eyes were bright and mesmerizing. “If anything should happen to you...” he said quietly. “I don’t… I can’t…” he could feel tears welling up, threatening to spill over. “I can’t lose you,” he whispered, voice barely audible.

The look of emotional pain on your face made him want to rip his thirium pump out. You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head.

Hank groaned as he pushed his chair out from the table and rose to his feet. “(Y/N) and I should get some sleep. I’m sure this’ll all get sorted out tomorrow. You can show her to your room, yeah?” he asked as he left the kitchen and headed down the hall, not waiting for a response. Sumo followed lazily, ready to curl up next to his human.

Connor tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear and you looked at him once more. “Let’s get you to bed,” he said softly and you nodded.

You followed him to the door at the end of the hall, past Hank’s room and the bathroom opposite it. “This used to be Cole’s room,” Connor informed you as he swung the door slowly open. “but Hank gave it to me after the revolution when he offered to let me move in with him. I’m not sure how comfortable the bed is, but-”.

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as you flopped down on the twin bed in the middle of the room, gazing up at the ceiling. Connor hadn’t even turned the light on yet. He nodded to himself as you crawled under the covers and got comfortable.

“Sleep well, (Y/N),” he said as he began to close the door.

“Hey,” you stopped him just as the door was about to click shut. He stuck his head back in. “What do you do when everyone else is asleep?” you asked.

He thought a moment. “I do work or research. Sometimes I read or watch television. Other times, if it’s not snowing or raining, I’ll go for a walk. Occasionally, if I don’t feel like doing any of that, I’ll go into rest mode.”

You hesitated and he could see the covers moving from where you were nervously rubbing your ankles together under the sheets. “This bed has room for two...” you said tiredly. “if you’re willing to cuddle.”

A smile played at Connor’s lips as he stepped back into the room and closed the door behind him. You yawned as the android came to stand next to the bed. Your hand snaked out from under the covers and he grasped it in his, gazing down at you with soft eyes.

“Do you like outer space?” he asked quietly, watching as the familiar crease between your brow returned.

“I guess,” you said, eyes drooping. “Yeah.”

He smiled fully as he knelt down by the nightstand and took a cord in hand. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He plugged the cord into the wall socket and the ceiling lit up with constellations. He heard a light gasp escape your lips and stood back up to see you staring at the ceiling in wonder.

“Wow…” you breathed, studying each twinkling star.

The android dropped your hand and pulled back the covers.

You chuckled. “At least take your tie and jeans off first,” you said.

He looked down, only now realizing that he hadn’t even bothered to remove his shoes upon his return to the house. He sat on the edge of the bed, kicked off his boots, stripped off his socks, removed his tie, and then stood to pull down his jeans and slide his shirt from his shoulders. He glanced back at you as he gathered his clothing to deposit them into the laundry basket. You were watching him through weary eyes, a soft smile upon soft lips. Once his dirty clothes were in their proper place, he found a pair of grey plaid pj pants and a white tee from the bedroom closet - pajamas that Hank had bought for him, but he’d never worn.

He slipped them on and then returned to your side. You began to hum softly as he lowered himself into bed, pulling the covers up over you both. He recognized the song as the one Markus and the last of the rebellion sang when they were cornered outside of the android camp the night his people won their freedom. He lay on his side and you didn’t hesitate to curl into him; the bed was only a twin, after all. Hesitantly, he draped his arm over you and when you nuzzled your head up under his chin, he held you close, stars still twinkling softly in the artificial heavens above.

“Everything will be alright,” you hummed.

Everything will be alright.

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EKOL SAVA Magnum 9mm Semi Automatic Front Firing Blank Gun in Black With Gold Fittings

EKOL SAVA Magnum 9mm Semi Automatic Front Firing Blank Gun in Black With Gold Fittings

EKOL Sava Magnum is a modern looking front firing blank gun. This blank firing prop features realistic look and feel to a real gun and fires 9mm PAK blank rounds to simulate sound and visual effects of a real firearm. With flame vented through the front of the barrel this model will surely stand out in your performances.

Other actions include a recoiling slide during firing, the slide locks in rear position when the last cartridge is fired, magazine holds 9mm PAK blank rounds which are load through the pistol grip and safety.

This is an ideal blank firing pistol for film or theatrical productions as well as for military and law enforcement training. The model can be fully disassembled for cleaning purposes or as a stage prop.

Features:

Black Finish

Gold Fittings

Slide Stop

Realistic action

Semi-Auto Mode

Blank Ammunition Caliber: 9 mm PAK

Overall Length: 6.75 inches

Height: 5.25 inches

Weight: 1.8 lbs