#BUT ALSO YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT THE NIGHTCLUB SCENE

[gatheredfates]

FROST YOU'RE A GEM FOR INCLUDING THE SCREENSHOTS OF TRP. I would have done it in my post but I don't have game time as of this current moment (though I am highly considering it since I miss my elves). The WIP screenshot made me laugh because mine was something like this for the longest time: "You mean I need to WRITE my TRP? I'm throwing my phone on the floor."

I think what I missed in trying to articulate my thoughts is that TRP relies on the calibre of your writing first with aesthetic coming in at a hard second place. You can dress up your TRP as much as you like with the included visuals (aka, the moon/vine in Frost's are assets. If you're a WoW roleplayer, you know pet battle weather statuses got you), but it is down to how much or little you want to include to entice people to walk up to you/message you. Everyone has access to the same tools; the only difference is your style as far as roleplay/writing and how you utilise it.

With the way the mod scene is at the moment, it feels like the opposite. Unless you have taken the time to install a dozen different plugins and mods (assuming you're even playing via pc), a lot of spaces won't give you a look in or assume you're there to troll. Trolls have existed since the dawn of time on any platform, and it can be difficult to know who is approaching with good intentions... but this barrier around requiring mods as the standard to differentiate legitimate roleplayers/creatives from non is extremely detrimental and excludes players from what is already an tiny subset of a fandom.

And don't get me started on the decentralization of mods because I'll complain for at least two hours on how the decentralization of rp communities in general has fractured the community and why the hell is it so hard to find x community when you know it's out there?

It's because it's on Discord and only advertised on bsky where a grand total of four people might repost the advertisement because people are worried about looking too earnest and/or potentially contributing to something nefarious... so it doesn't go anywhere because what if someone else's reaction to it is negative. Or people are burnt out of their things not getting any traction so they don't extend the kindness to others—something, something ouroboros. I'd argue it's the same for gposes. People don't want to look 'weird' so they don't do anything at all. It's incredibly sad.

I don't know how you fix it. I think it's just tiresome. It's weird to have left WoW because I feel like XIV was offering more, only to genuinely consider going back casually because the latter has regressed despite being the game I'd much prefer to be playing. (Though, don't get me wrong, I still love WoW. I think The War Within has helped cure a lot of my ick around the game, provided Blizz can keep up with that kind of value.) I could write a whole other essay on the state of Horde-side roleplay and how being anything other than human adjacent comes with it's own battles in the community—but that's for another day. It's just to say that no space is a utopia.

For me, it's why I sink time into the Compendium and work really hard on my spaces because they're the most centralised and earnest I can make them. At the same time, however, it's exhausting to feel like you're clawing up hill against the rest.

Playerscope, modding and the hunt for aesthetic: why you should be more upset about mods and community expectations than you already are.

I love that this sounds like an academic paper but HONESTLYYYY. I need to put my thoughts to paper in regards to my burnout with xiv, otherwise I think I'll go insane. This is a controversial yet brave post. I am well aware that I partake in some of the things I'm going to be critiquing; aka, "thank you, dinklebottom, we live in a society." I'm also not critiquing mods from a space of offering more accessibility to people and/or facilitating representation not currently offered within the context of the game. There is nuance to every discussion and I'm coming at this from an overarching view around mods and community expectations/standards rather than player joy. I hope this makes sense. I'm also predominately writing from a roleplay perspective, though I'm sure a lot of what I end up saying can reflect in the art party/social space. Just know if I haven't mentioned the latter it's because that's not my scene and I don't pretend to know otherwise.

Anyway. For those who don't know, there's a new mod that's causing some strife in the xiv community called Playerscope. Here is the reddit thread about it. I'm not going to be talking too much about the mod in general because that's not the point of this post, but seeing discussion around it today just made me feel more exhausted than I already am when it comes to modding and the xiv community around it. It made me realise... I'm actually really sick to death of mods. I'm sick to death of what they're doing to the community when it comes to gatekeeping, policing and in general the interactions we have with each other in the community.

Let me explain: I wrote a post about the roleplay mod on bsky that kind of articulates at a surface level what I mean.

I think what makes me sad, which I'm sure is echoed by a lot of people, is that mods feel like the standard now rather than an option and that there's a certain expectation for people to have them if they want to engage with facets of the community—whether intentional or not.

Unlike XIV, WoW has a supported mod scene (within reason) and TRP 2 and the like have been accepted for years now. In a space where people can't slap on an RP tag, having that tool readily identifies you as a writer/roleplayer and you can include as much or as little of your character as you like. The general idea is if you have one of these tools enabled, you're a roleplayer to some capacity. You can dress up the profile to a certain degree, you can add links and supported pictures, but you're mostly reliant on what you put to paper in regards to your character. Even then, I find filling out what my character is doing currently and marking the rest as a WIP doesn't necessarily exclude me from roleplay if I want to find it. A lot of people will do that and a super simple description to incite interest around their oc.

These days in XIV... I don't know. I do think communities have gotten more insular—it's why I'm so pedantic about trying to find them for the Compendium—but I also think mods and, to a certain extent, the 'nightclub' scene have gotten in the way of it as well. My argument is such.

I want to go to an event (for example sake, I'll call it Seascape). In order to fully participate, I may need:

Their discord.

A roleplay addon.

A carrd/google site/etc.

Their synchshell (including mods, mare and everything else)

Potentially a mod of some description so people know I can see theirs (and vice versa).

Also that your mod isn't made by a shitty person.

Appropriate understanding of the scene/social space.

Some luck and a prayer that it's an inclusive space and not a closed rp group advertising as being open and/or a mod showcase advertising itself as something different.

Like??? Holy shit you guys. If you are someone who doesn't want to mod because you're worried about repercussions it really just feels like a big 'fuck you, good luck'.

And let me be clear, not every community is like this. I'm incredibly lucky to have found fantastic roleplay within my own rp event/community, I have great friends who run awesome, inclusive events for people of any skill (writing or otherwise) and I do fully believe you can just enable the rp tag and find fun, fulfilling roleplay. But I've also found the above a lot of times, too. I've had people point-blank get mad at my partner because he won't install mods and try to exclude and/or circumvent him in spaces. It's weird. I've been to events where the only time I felt like I got proper interaction(s) was when I joined the aforementioned, even if I have my character's profile linked in my about. It's weird.

Honestly, no wonder new roleplayers feel overwhelmed. Not only do they have to learn roleplay etiquette, they have to be a mod expert overnight? It feels less about what someone can bring to the table as far as a story but what mods they can install to either look cool or pass an unspoken social barrier. As much as I'm down bad for aesthetic and looking the part, I hate it being at the cost of accessibility and fun for someone else.

Arguably it's the same for gposing and the like as well, which contributes to my exhaustion alongside all the graphical changes and I just. I'm gnawing at the bars of my cage.

I don't think it's going to change and arguably it's more of a Twitter/X issue than a Tumblr, one but Tumblr lets me write mini essays and Twitter will tell me to kms.

Ergo, I'll go with the essay-writing platform.

Anyway, I guess this is just a reminder that you don't need 4596419651 mods to be in the community and that people should be more vigilant on including people who don't have them for whatever reason, provided they operate in good-faith and want to contribute. I think we're careening to a slippery slope of expectation for something unsupported and I don't like it.

[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 6

Part 5

Come for the sugar daddy fantasy stay for my everybody-loves-steve agenda

Eddie insisted on helping Steve with his suit the night of the soiree. Steve allowed him into his apartment for the first time, after some extensive cleaning. Eddie was already dressed in his suit, red, no shirt underneath. He took the garment bag from Eddie, kissed his lips, and then went to his bedroom. Eddie got a glimpse of his nest before the door was shut.

"Uhh? Baby?"

"No peeking", Steve said from behind the door.

"Babyyyy", Eddie whined, pressing his face to the wood.

Steve grinned to himself as he listened, getting dressed on his own anyway. "I don't want to be late. And if I let you 'help' that's exactly what will happen."

It wasn't just what Eddie would do. It was what Steve would let him get away with. It would be very easy to let Eddie in and then tumble in his nest. The thought of letting Eddie's scent mix in... Steve wondered if he could get away with sneaking a piece of his clothing away. But Eddie had promised him a fun night out and said he'd be meeting his bandmates as well.

He finished getting dressed and came out. Eddie stumbled, being nearly glued to the door. Steve almost made a joke about falling for him.

"You gonna be this attached to me all night?", he asked instead.

Eddie righted himself and stood up straight. "If I let you out of my sight, the wolves will descend on you Lil Red."

Steve put his hands on Eddie's chest and leaned in. "Good thing I've got a big, strong woodsman to keep me safe~"

Since it was a band event, Eddie had a personal driver this time. That meant he could sit in the backseat and play with Steve the whole way. Eddie's hand was firm on Steve's thigh while the other held his hip. He'd wanted to bury them in Steve's tresses but one firm tap and reprimand 'don't touch the hair' and here they were.

Eddie was nibbling on Steve's neck, wishing he could put something more permanent on him. Let others know who he belonged to. When they arrived, Steve took a moment to get himself together. Eddie thought he looked just as radiant now as he did with sex-tousled hair but he liked seeing his baby primp too.

Eddie led him, arm in arm, into a nightclub. The music was energetic but didn't really seem to fit with Eddie's usual metal scene. Steve had done some research on the band, listened to a few songs, learned the other members names too. So even through the blaring music, he was able to understand when Eddie brought them over to a reserved table where the rest of them awaited.

"So this is the guy?", Jeff asked.

"This must be the guy", Gareth nodded.

"Can't be anyone else but the guy", Grant raised his glass to Steve.

Steve smiled at Eddie. "You've been telling them about me?"

"You're a secret I don't wanna keep, babydoll", Eddie smiled back.

"DJ here is mixing a set around one of our albums", Jeff said. "Kind of a little promotion for us. And when we share the video, he'll get a bump too."

"I thought this was a little out of the box for your sound", Steve said.

"You listen to our music?", Eddie asked.

Steve shrugged, playing it off. "I've dabbled." He leaned into Eddie's space to take a sip from the drink in his hand. "What about you? Do you dabble in this?"

"Not quite my scene, no. I'm an appreciator of most genres though."

"Can we finally break the silence on Eddie's jazz phase?", Gareth said.

"What's wrong with jazz?", Steve asked.

"Music was fine", Grant clarified, "He just got super pretentious about the different subgenres."

"He was insufferable", Gareth added.

"What about you guys, then?", Steve pointed the question to them. "Are you into this kind of music?"

"It's something to dance to", Jeff replied.

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. Care to dance?", Steve asked.

Jeff gave a look to Eddie, asking permission. Amused, Steve also looked to Eddie for his response. Eddie's arm had been wrapped rather possessively around him for most of the night, so he could feel how antsy Steve was getting. Eddie gave his hip a pat.

"Go have fun."

Steve kissed his cheek and then went down to the dance floor with Jeff. He loved to move and he'd been itching to dance all night, but Eddie didn't seem like a dancer, at least not to this kind of music. And he wasn't about to just go out and dance with someone random in the club. Jeff was the perfect partner, knowing when to be close and when to give him space.

He felt a finger tap his shoulder and when he turned, Grant was there. Following the beat of the music, Steve gave him his attention. He was able to catch Eddie's eyes just once and saw the hunger in his eyes. When Gareth came to dance, he was a little more hesitant to touch Steve until Steve himself pulled Gareth's hands to him.

The way they all touched him was polite but there was an underlying desire. They were showing appreciation, but they weren't going to challenge the pseudo-claim Eddie had on him. He caught Eddie's gaze again and it was darker this time. He began to walk off the dance floor, ignoring a few calls from voices he didn't recognize.

Steve returned to Eddie and straddled his lap. "Sure I can't tempt you to dance?"

"There's not a thing you can't tempt me into, sweetheart. But you'll have to give me something dance-able. Liked seein' you have fun though. My boys take care of you?"

"Mhm, they were very gentlemanly." Steve's hand dipped under Eddie's suit jacket, needing skin to skin contact.

"Music to my ears", Eddie said against Steve's lips before meeting them. He growled against his mouth as he was able to detect the scents of his friends on him. Steve was pack. Steve was his.

Eddie practically dragged him out of the club and back into the car. The door was barely closed before Steve was in his lap again. He was writhing, probably very close to ruining the nice suit pants.

"Come with me", Eddie breathed.

"Yes, Daddy", Steve moaned into his ear.

"No I mean, on tour. Come with me on tour baby."

Steve paused in his humping to look in Eddie's eyes. "You want me along for the ride?"

Eddie nodded, eyes wide and big as if there was ever a chance that Steve would say no. But he also couldn't just say yes.

"For how long?"

Eddie licked his lips. "Two months."

"My job..."

"I'll take care of anything you need", Eddie said quickly.

"My apartment-"

"I'll handle it, baby. Just please say you'll come."

Steve's head tilted to the side. Robin's words echoed in his head. Wasn't this the scenario he'd been running from? An alpha having control over his life? If for even a moment, Eddie changed his mind about him, he'd be out a job and a home. Steve looked back down at him and that was his undoing.

"I'll need a new suitcase, and wardrobe, and-"

"Done, done, and whatever else you can think of, it's done." Eddie kissed him in elation, much sweeter than anything else they'd done all night.

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Steve at least tried to sell the whole 'can I bounce for two months and come back later' at his job but obviously that didn't fly. It was fine. It wasn't really the work or even the miniscule paycheck he was attached to. It was simply the comfort of doing the same thing in the same place every day. He could fill out applications on the road and get the same job anywhere.

True to his word, Eddie took him out shopping just a couple of days later.

"I meant to tell you", Eddie said as they walked through the mall. He was dressed very casually in jeans and a t-shirt under a vest with the band's logo on the back. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail and he kept his shades on inside. "That lunch meeting with sushi? Went pretty good. Your advice worked."

"You sound surprised", Steve teased. He was wearing a green sweater and light jeans.

"Not surprised, beautiful. Just in awe." Eddie put an arm around him as he led him into the first store.

Just like at the tailor's Eddie let Steve loose, letting him pick and choose what he wanted. After the third store, Steve was looking at him hesitantly.

"You're really going to spoil me. Going to turn me into a brat and anything."

"What? You? My sweet angel babydoll? Never", Eddie smirked. "You're acting like no one's ever lavished you like this."

Steve shrugged. "Well, not like this but-", then he thought better of it. "Never mind."

"I don't think so, baby. I think I deserve at least one story of past-Steve. You got to google search my life story."

"How do you know I didn't ask Jeeves?"

Eddie put a hand to his heart, then took his hat off like a sign of respect. "RIP to a real one. But you're not gonna distract me, Stevie. I feel like you've been keeping something from me. Not something big, just something you don't think I should know."

Breaking his gaze from Eddie's, Steve spied a restaurant inside the mall. "Let's eat."

Eddie had them get a booth in the back, figuring Steve would want some modicum of privacy for this. He wasn't expecting a bombshell, but he figured it must mean something to Steve.

"So, when you met me, you probably thought I was this... downtrodden, poor omega with nowhere to go." That rainy night seemed so long ago.

"That's not what I thought at all", Eddie said with a shake of his head. "Honestly thought you were waiting for someone. Made no sense to me that you were all alone."

Steve smiled. "Well, I wasn't always alone. Not physically, at least. My parents are Layton and Margaret Harrington. They've got a hand in a lot of things but most of our money comes from apple orchards of all things."

"So you're the heir to a vast apple fortune", Eddie surmised.

"Was the heir to a vast fortune."

"Is there a story behind that?", Eddie asked, watching Steve pick at his food.

"Not an original one", Steve said with a chuckle. "They paraded the alpha sons of their associates. I was also paraded. I was offered a life where all I had to do was look nice and speak little and eventually bring up the next generation of whatever old money family my parents chose for me... It was suffocating."

Eddie's leg stuck out from under the table and rubbed against his. "You got your own place. And your own job. You got out. Why would you keep this from me though? Doesn't sound particularly scandalous."

"I don't know", Steve shook his head. "Maybe I didn't want you to think I was a gold digger, or maybe I didn't want you to think I had super high expectations, or-it just felt like I shouldn't tell you. I'm tired of carrying my parents around."

"They're really that loaded?"

"Didn't you hear me say 'old money'?"

"Is there some scorned ex-fiance I should be worried about?"

"Hmmmnope."

"You sure about that, sweetness?"

"I'm sure. None of them are looking for me. And none of them hold a candle to you."

Eddie could understand wanting to leave the past in the past. After eating, they continued their shopping spree. Eddie paused at a costume shop that showed a few of the outfits on mannequins in the window. Steve followed his line of sight and grinned.

"Gimme your card."

"Sure, what for?", Eddie asked as he handed it over to Steve.

"For a surprise. Go get a pretzel. I'll text you when I'm ready." He kissed Eddie's cheek and then went into the costume shop.

Whipped like cream, Eddie did in fact go get a pretzel, fantasizing about all the little outfits Steve could be buying right now. When they met up, he wasn't allowed to peek. So while he knew there must be a costume of some kind in Steve's wardrobe now, he was oblivious to the lingerie he'd bought as well.

Part 7

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[agent-leighreid]

BAU TEAM MEMBERS...

...BEING JEALOUS OVER YOU

-Part one of two

-f!reader

-!!TW!! Mentions of rape and murder. Sexual innudenos.

-Y/n (Your name)

-Y/l/n (Your last name)

-Written in Y/n's POV (unless mentioned otherwise)

-Part one of two includes Emily, Hotch and Spencer.

-Part two of two includes, Derek, JJ and Garcia.

EMILY PRENTISS

"Okay Morgan, she's going to a Nightclub tonight, scouting for another victim no doubt..I need you to-"

"Charm? No problem Hotch, it's in my blood." Derek said, a smirk tugging at his lips.

I rolled my eyes, playfully hitting his shoulder. He chuckled, swatting me away, I raised my hand to attempt to 'hit' him again, but before I could continue, Garcia was calling in.

"Go ahead Garcia" Hotch said, putting it on speaker.

"A little birdy told me, that my Morgan is going undercover at a nightclub to flirt with an unsub?" she questioned.

"Don't worry baby, you're still my number one girl.." Derek spoke, smiling.

I glanced up at Emily and saw her smile, radiant as ever. She met my eyes and if I didn't look away, those pools of perfection would've had mine locked in place forever.

"Oh I had no doubt about that!" Garcia's response brought me back into orbit. "But that's not my issue, sugar" she said.

"What is it Garcia?" Hotch asked, growing slightly impatient.

"Our unsub is a lesbian." she stated.

Everyone's eyebrow raised, and through the corner of my eye I saw Emily look up at me.

"That explains her victimology, could be surrogates for an ex, or a girl who never liked her back.." JJ said.

"Or she could be acting out on her internalised homophobia" Reid suggested. "She grew up Catholic right? Recently Catholic churches have reached out to LGBT members to offer support..but that wouldn't have been the case for her growing up, most likely her parents tried to take her to therapy or they might've even tried to exorcise the homosexuality out of her..she's been manipulated into thinking who she is is evil, and wrong when in actuality she was just never accepted." he said. "Murdering these women is a way of killing that part of herself that no one, not even God, had been able to rid her of. She's trying to compensate for her so called “sins”. "

A small wave of silence washed over the room in the police precinct.

"Well, Y/l/n? Prentiss? Which of you is happy to do it?" Hotch asked, as Derek sadly sat back down.

Again, another small wave of silence until I grew confident and spoke up. "I'll do it." I said.

Yes, I was voluntarily putting myself in harms way but..

Number 1, it's my job

And Number 2, I can show Em I'm not just for the gentlemen.

"Are you sure?" Hotch asked.

"Yeah, we gotta catch this bitch right? And plus, I match the victimology better.." I responded, glancing up at the crime scene photos, my stomach sinking slightly.

"Okay, let's get ready" He said, walking off.

I was given a black satin dress, running from my shoulders to just above my knees. It had lace sleeves and was pretty thin. I shivered as I stepped out of the toilet that I changed in, my given high heels clicking along the floor of the precinct as I walked. While I never wore high heels, they weren't that hard to get used to.

(A/n: that's a fucking lie they're the worst shoes to ever be invented. Torture. And for what?)

I entered back into the room that we were set up in, whiteboards with speculations filling up the space and paperwork littering the desks.

I placed the handbag I was also given on one of the desks, putting my gun and badge inside.

A wolf whistle pulled me from my thoughts as the rest of the team walked in. The whistle came from Derek as he walked in smiling, Emily not far behind him, glaring in his direction. The rest of the team followed close behind, and we went over the plan.

Hotch and Morgan would also be in the nightclub watching over me and the unsub, while Emily, JJ, Spencer and Rossi, along with a number of officers from the police station, waited in SUV's outside. Watching through CCTV and listening through shared ear pieces.

The team got ready and walked out to the SUV's, the cold air hitting me like a brick; the dress wasn't exactly the thickest material in the world. I stopped in my tracks and folded my arms, feeling goosebumps.

"Want my jacket, Y/l/n?" Emily asked, coming up behind me, her warm hand placed gently on the small of my back.

My eyes met hers and I had to thank the city lights for hiding the blush that flushed onto my face.

"Oh, are you sure?" I asked, proud of my voice for staying steady.

"Of course! And hey, it goes with the dress.." she said, draping it over my shoulders as she looked me up and down, before entering one of the SUV's.

I had no idea if I fantasised that last part, but by the way Derek smirked at me while he walked past, wiggling his eyebrows as he followed Emily into the SUV, told me that I didn't.

I got into the other SUV, and we drove to the Nightclub.

I walked inside, music blaring in my ears, making them ache slightly. I glanced over the room and walked to the bar after JJ telling me she was there. I spotted her, and slowly approached the bar.

She sat fiddling with the little umberella in her drink.

"Can I just grab a lemonade please?" I asked the bartender.

The unsub watched me from her seat as I turned to face the dance floor, my arms resting on the bar.

"You not a drinker?" She said, initiating conversation.

Play it cool, Y/n.

"Me? Oh..nah." I said, turning in her direction.

The bartender slid me the lemonade.

"Thank you" I said, digging through my handbag for the money.

The unsub layed her hands on mine, stopping me from looking.

"Let me get this for you." she smiled.

I smiled "...oh, thank you" I said, my tone steady.

"It's no problem, why don't you drink?" The unsub asked, leaning toward me a little.

"Oh...my dad was an alcoholic.." I admitted to her, sheepishly looking down at my lemonade.

"Ugh, Dad's. Don't you hate them" she said, moving one of her legs on top of the other. "Or just...men in general.."

I saw Hotch a few feet down the bar, eyeing us up. "Yup.." I said, popping the 'p'.

"So many treat thier daughters terribly.." she said, taking another sip of her drink.

I didn't respond, but held my gaze.

"I bet I could treat you better.." she said, rubbing her high heel along my calf. "So much better than any man.."

My eyebrow arched as I copied her earlier move of leaning toward her.

"Oh yeah? How would you do that?" I asked, lightly biting the straw of my drink.

She smiled, her eyes growing hungry.

"Firstly.." she started, getting up off the stool.

EMILY'S POV

"Firstly.." she got up off her stool and took another step closer to Y/n.

"I'd show you how much of a princess you are.." she said, running her tongue along her teeth.

"Ew." I said, audibly. JJ, Spencer and Rossi drew their faces away from the computer and looked at me.

"What?" I asked. They said nothing and returned back to watching the unsub, while my eyes darted back to Y/n again.

"What then?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Oh then?" the unsub replied. "You'll just have to wait and see..." she said, paying with the lace of Y/n's sleeves.

I felt my heart leap into my throat.

"Can we go in already?" I asked, impatiently.

"Morgan and I are slowly etching toward them, be ready." Hotch replied.

I let out a breath and made sure my gun was loaded.

"Oh alright Y/l/n.." I heard JJ say, her eyebrows were raised, she sounded impressed.

I looked up from my gun "What?" I asked.

She pointed to Y/n just in time for me to see her tucking in some of the unsub's hair behind her ear.

The grimace on my face was painfully obvious, but I didn't care. I felt my chest roaring with flames of....I don't know what. Watching Y/n like that with someone else just didn't sit right with me. Maybe it was the fact that she was an unsub.

I watched the screen and saw the unsub pouring something in Y/n's drink, Y/n's vision blocked by the unsub's hand that she placed on her face.

"Hotch!?" I questioned, already making my way out of the SUV.

"I saw it, go." he responded.

"Already at the door."

Y/N'S POV

I heard her crush something in my drink, and my smile grew as I masked the slight fear creeping in.

"You're so beautiful" she said, stroking my cheek.

I giggled and reached inside my bag, pulling out my gun. "You're not, F.B.I" I said.

She turned to lose me in the crowd, but was met with Hotch right behind her. Morgan, JJ, Reid, Rossi, the police and Emily all filtered through the party goers, with thier guns pointed at our unsub.

The crowd of clubbers dispersed, some running out of the club, others huddling and watching from the sides.

She huffed putting her hands up. Emily holstered her gun and forcefully pushed down the unsub's arms, tightening the handcuffs around her wrists. "You're under arrest for the murder of 4 women, you have the right to remain silent-"

"I know my rights!" the unsub spat.

"Let's hope you do." Emily replied, shoving her toward a police officer to escort her to a cruiser.

I watched her leave, standing at the bar.

Emily turned to me, placing her hand gently on my elbow. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice soft.

I looked to her and smiled. "Yeah, I'm good" I smiled.

She looked down at my drink, the powder still visible. "I was scared you were gonna take another sip.." she admitted.

My heart fluttered. "I heard her crush it.." I said sheepishly.

"Crush it?" She asked.

"Yeah, it must've been like a pill or something..I don't know" I said.

Emily met my eyes again, her pupils dilating as she took in my features.

"Actually pills are pretty hard to crush, unless it was specifically made, she would have struggled to crush it without atleast looking like she was trying to. She may have snapped the pill if it had a casing on it but I don't think that's what we're dealing with. Due to how packed the powder is within a pill, a human's finger strength isn't enough to crush it how you thought she would have. Have you ever tried to crush an egg with just one hand? It's basically the same thing-"

"Reid.." Morgan smiled.

"Yeah?" he asked. Morgan just shook his head.

Reid looked back at Emily and I and noticed how neither of us were processing the information he was giving, we were just looking in each other's eyes. We were staring at one another a little too long to just be friends.

"Oh.."

AARON HOTCHNER

Was flirting with my boss unprofessional? Yes.

Was I certain I was one lip bite away from getting fired? Also yes.

Did I care? That's another story.

I sat next to Morgan on the jet as we ran through what we had and attempted to get as much information about the unsub as possible before landing in Detroit.

"Well this guy surely isn't organized, his work is sloppy. It's like he doesn't care about getting caught" Hotch said.

"But evidences suggest that he is organised. He's taken forensic countermeasures to ensure we can't ID him..." Rossi spoke from his seat.

"Well...I wouldn't care if it was you taking me into custody either, Hotchner." I said, looking up at him and smiling.

He licked his lips, staying slient. "Morgan, Reid, go the crime scene. Rossi, Prentiss and JJ, talk to the victim's families..see what you can gather. Y/l/n, you're with me at the station." he said.

"Alright Hotch! Friendly remarks aren't a crime now are they?" I asked, holding up my hand sin defence.

"If you're not careful they will be, and plus..they were hardly friendly.." he said, walking off to sit in his seat.

"He loves it really." I say to the rest of the team, as they either hid thier smiles or unshamefully giggled at my antics.

We landed in Detroit and separated, each of us leaving for where Hotch wanted us to go, of course, he kept me by his side. Can't help it can he?

"So are we just gonna set up and wait for the others?" I asked, walking to our given room at the precinct.

"No, not exactly. The Detriot Police already have a suspect in custody.." He said, nodding toward the interrogation room.

"And you were gonna tell the team when exactly?" I asked, looking through the glass.

"They know, I had Garcia notify them as they made their way to where they needed to be. You and I, are gonna crack this guy. Even if he didn't kill and rape those 3 women...he's got something on him.." He said.

I raised my eyebrow. "Let me guess, I should be the one to talk to him?" I said, tilting my head slightly.

Hotch stepped closer to me. "Steven Oaks. He's a typical Alpha Male, one who doesn't lack dominance, he's unlikely to talk with someone a bit too...similar." he said.

I matched his movements and turned to face him too. "So what are you saying, Hotch? You afraid your “Alpha” persona's gonna rub him off the wrong way?" I mocked.

"Not at all, I'm just saying he might take pleasure in talking to someone a little more...submissive" he said, glancing from my eyes to my lips again and again.

I let out a breath and bit my tongue. "Is this an order?" I asked.

He didn't respond, he just held his gaze, and so I stared right back. His eyes, though often darting south, were never drawn away by nearby policemen.

I shook my head. "Pfft, fine. What's my tactic, Hotch?" I asked, approaching the glass and getting a good read of the guy before going in.

"Just see what you can find out.." He said, his arms folded.

I approached the door and entered, not before undoing just one more button of my shirt.

"Listen man i-"

I smiled warmly. "Last time I checked, I wasn't a man.." I said, sitting across from him.

He smirked and leant back in his seat. Relaxed already.

"No..no you are not" he said, his smile not fading.

"Ma'am, I can assure you, I had nothing to do with those 3 women, okay?" he said, sitting up.

"Oh we know, well- I know.." I sheepishly smiled, playing into whatever persona I threw on as I walked in.

"I know what kinda man you are...you wouldn't kill.." I said, my smile not faulting as I began to brush his leg with the tip of my shoe.

He took a breath in. "Oh yeah?" he asked, biting his lip.

As much as this was killing me, I had to play along. It's all fun and games flirting with your boss whom you know (and cherish on that note) but it's another thing doing it with a creep that you're certain should be in a cage.

"So...tell me Steven. How many people are in your gang?" I asked. If I'm totally honest, it was a shot in the dark, the only thing I had to go off was the badly covered up tattoo on his forearm. It was the symbol of a pretty wanted gang in the area after they moved from Canada down to Detriot.

"Oh I have a gang do I?" he asked.

"I assume so, you seem like the type of guy who.. likes to be in charge.." I said, running my foot just that tiny bit higher.

"I am." he said.

I kept my gaze fixed.

He smirked again. "Mulier vivit ut serviat viro suo et viri qui in circuitu eius sunt."

(A/n: I used Google translate, do not quote me that that was a correct translation)

This time, I leaned back and drew away my foot. "A woman lives to serve her husband and the men who surround her." I said, translating what he said. The way this gang was first noticed, was through an investigation of rapes. Each woman was left with a word printed out on an A4 peice of paper, until the rapes stopped and the police were able to form a sentence.

“A woman lives to serve her husband and the men who surround her.”

By the look on his face, he wasn't expecting me to know Latin.

He smirked again though, drawing his eyes away from my face, to my chest.

"Oh the things I would've done to you..." he whispered, his voice low and his breath repulsive.

He leaned forward more, reaching out his hand, probably to stroke my cheek, but before I could move Hotch stormed in, slamming his hands on the table.

"Touch my Agent, or even think about it, and I swear to you, I have a registered Glock 17 in my holster with a new box bullets that I will personally fire into every single one of your limbs, until any low life friends you do have, won't be able to identify your body. The only thing left of you will be those already rotting teeth." He said, his voice stern.

Steven sat back in his chair, unimpressed. Hotch took me by the hand, and placed his other on my waist guiding me to the door.

"Was that a threat, Agent?" Steven asked as Aaron was about to shut the door.

"No." he said. "That was a promise." he said, slamming it instead.

"Are you okay?" he asked as soon as we were back in the BAU's room at the precinct.

"Yes." I smiled. "Didn't you want more dirt on that guy anyway? I mean...was the quote even enough to nail him?" I asked.

"The words left with each of the rape victims were never released to the public, the only people who would know that phrase are the Detectives who worked the case, or the gang members themselves..are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, taking a step forward. It was hesitant, compared to his pervious one.

I closed the gap between us, laying my hands on his chest. "Aaron Hotchner, I am fine. I was doing my job." I said, looking up at him.

He almost leaned in to my touch as he took a deep breath. "If you need to tap out of the case I will happily-"

"Aaron." I interrupted him.

"We've put away a freak, let's work on the unsub we were called in for, okay?" I asked.

His hand found itself at the small of my back, his thumb rubbing soft circles.

"Just let me know.." He said, before turning around away from me, just in time as Reid and Morgan walked in.

SPENCER REID

"-It's all maths really.." Spencer had climbed out of his pool of facts and statistics. He was trying to convince Hotch to let him come into the casino with me.

"And plus if..if anything happens then she won't be left on her own.." he said, glancing at me.

"Not that you wouldn't be able to handle yourself..I was simply-"

"Spence." I cut him off smiling.

"Hotch said you come in with me 5 minutes ago." I said.

"He did?" he turned his head to where Hotch was standing.

"Get ready" Hotch said, before turning on his heels and leaving the room.

Spencer turned to me and sheepishly smiled. That same smile in which I'd fallen for.

I exited the room also, to change into something more...gold digger appropriate. Wasn't exactly my style. I wasn't the type to dress so provocatively but if it's to catch a killer, I'll wear anything. I changed out of my shirt and got into the dress I was given, squeezing into the high heels and attempting to but on the mascara.

I huffed in the mirror after slipping for the third time.

"You..need some help with that?" Emily asked, walking into the changing room.

I smiled. "Please" I said, holding it out for her.

She took it and began applying it. "You're telling me you don't ever wear mascara?" she asked, concentrating.

"No? Have seen me with mascara? Or any makeup for that matter?" I asked.

"Well lucky for some...natural beauty and all that.." she said, turning to my other eye.

"Oh please" I said, waving her off.

"What?" she asked, almost offended. "You're gonna tell me you're not beautiful? Because I know I certain man with an IQ of 187 and interestingly enough, his intelligence gets slashed to 60 when he sees you for the first time in the mornings.." she said, smirking.

I tried to hide my blush, but that was hard considering she was right in my face. She turned my head with her fingers and examined her work. "There all done." she said, turning me to the full length mirror, taking in my appearance as a whole.

"Jeez that's a look" I said, slightly grimacing. "I mean...it'd look great on someone else I just don't know how I feel about it.."

"Well you're gonna have to embrace it!" She said, walking out. I followed close behind. "And besides you actually look really hot" she said, winking at me.

I laughed. "Don't let JJ hear you say that.."

Her mouth gaped and she hit me on the shoulder.

"Okay, we're ready" Emily said, as we walked back in to the room.

The others gawked at my outfit, never expecting to see me in something like it, even Hotch raised his eyebrows momentarily.

"Damn, pretty girl" Garcia said from the computer.

"Thanks Penny" I smiled. "Where's..Spencer...or Reid, sorry.." I asked.

"Oh he's just coming we gave him something to wear aswell" Hotch said, pointing to the door.

Spencer walked in, he wore a black jacket with matching trousers and a white shirt, with a number of the buttons undone. His hair a little less styled than before, and a bit messier.

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks in a frenzy, and the fabric around my chest got a little tighter.

"Sorry, I know what time the unsub gets to the casino and I didn't have time to do my hair..." he said, fiddling with a number of strands.

Too flustered to speak, I just did the first thing I thought of. I walked over and ruffled his hair up more. "You look beautiful." I said, and walked out immediately.

My eyes were popped out of my head as I walked away, the team following close behind me.

Morgan began walking next to me. "What was that?" He giggled.

"Derek." I warned, my blush still hadn't faded from when Spencer walked in.

SPENCER'S POV

"Sorry, I know what time the unsub gets to the casino and I didn't have time to do my hair..." I said, trying my best to fix it.

That's when my heart stopped. Y/n walked over, in a dress I'd never imagine her in. I'm sure she wouldn't have put herself in the dress either, but that's not to deny how beautiful she looked.

Sure, her persona for tonight was: 'flirt with and rub up the guy with the most money' (our unsub) but she looked like an angel to me.

"Reid!" Garcia snapped me out of my thoughts from her spot on the computer.

"Go! Everyone left with Y/n when she walked past you" she said, smirking. She disappeared off the screen and I scurried out of the room, catching up with everyone.

Y/N'S POV

"Here are your ear peices, they're small enough so no one will notice." Hotch said.

I put mine in, as did Spencer.

"Okay, Y/n you go inside first, all you need to do is steal his phone, it should be in the inside pocket of his blazer.." Hotch said.

"So my pick-pocketing childhood has payed off.." I said, jokingly.

I made my way inside the casino and let myself settle in. I'm here to find a man with a big prize pot. A specific man anyway.

I wandered from one end of the casino to the other latching onto winners of games until I finally noticed the unsub sat at a poker table.

I looked behind me, noticing Spencer just entering the casino. He saw me, we locked eyes. I reluctantly teared mine away and went and stood behind the unsub.

"Well isn't that a bad hand? Surely you should fold.." I said, looking down at the straight in his hand.

"Call." said the others at the table.

The unsub looked up at me and smirked as he showed the dealer his straight, winning the pot. He handed me a bill. "Why don't you go get us some drinks for the next game sweetheart? A scotch for me if you don't mind.." he said.

I made sure to be overly touchy. "Sure thing" I said, strutting away.

I made my way over to the bar, where Spencer was. "Can I have a lemonade and a Scotch please?" I said, making sure to not drop the act I'd put on.

"Is that Poker over there?" Spencer spoke up.

I faced him. "It sure is, takes a lot of luck.." I said, walking off with the drinks.

Spencer followed. "Or intelligence." he said, beating me to the table and sitting down.

I passed the unsub his drink and we clinked glasses.

The dealer dealt everyone their cards, including Spencer this time around.

Everyone took a brief look at thier cards, and each man tapped the table. They all called.

The dealer flipped over the three cards, resulting in two of the men to fold, the only ones in the game now were the unsub and Spencer.

"C'mon baby, you got this.." I whispered, not so quitely in the unsub's ear, running my hands in and out of his blazer, passing off as just really horny. The game continued as I felt up this little freak until I eventually felt the phone and managed to slip it out, unnoticed.

"I'll raise.." the unsub said, throwing in an abundance of chips.

I looked up at Spencer, trying to tell him that he could fold already as I had the phone.

Instead, he watched me fiddle with the collar of the unsub's blazer.

He said nothing, and just placed the chips in, seeing the unsub's raise.

"Okay, cards?" the dealer asked.

The unsub layed his cards down. "Full House.." the unsub said, smiling.

Spencer didn't even look at the dealer as he placed his cards down, his eyes were glued to mine. "Royal Flush.." he said, his head tilted slightly.

I of course had to keep up my act, so while running my hands down his arms, I slowly walked away from the unsub and over to Spencer, wrapping my hands around him this time.

"Well aren't you lucky?" I said.

He faced me. "It's all maths really" he said, placing his hand over mine as it layed on his chest.

"What do you say I cash in these chips and we...get ourselves outta here" he said, standing up, and turning to face me, his hands snaking around my waist.

I bit my tongue and further closed the gap between us. "Okay" I said. At this point I didn't even need to act turned on. I was.

SPENCER'S POV

We walked, arms linked over to the cashier and exchanged the chips I had for the money.

"You won big tonight didn't you, son?" The cashier said, gathering the bands. I looked at Y/n, examining every inch of her perfect skin.

"I did.."

We made our way out of the casino, and walked down the road a little, before hustling into the SUV.

"Y/n you got the phone didn't you?" Hotch said, his angry eyes not leaving mine until she pulled it out.

"Oh but of course Agent Hotchner" she said, passing it to him.

I faced her again, the dim light in the SUV glowing down on her like she was the center of the universe..well...she was the center of mine anyway.

[n1ghttrouble]

F1 DRIVERS IF THEY WERE REGULAR GAY DUDES

(gay people I know/have met)

Before we start, pls know this is just for funsies and not like a guide or sumn for how to write them or wtv, of course, if any of these strike inspiration you're free to use these characterizations for any works.

Most of these are mixes of people I know irl, so none of it is meant as a diss or anything. ALSO there is a theme you'll start to notice in a lot of these bc I hang out in very specific groups lmao

tags contain everyone mentioned

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Max: First of all, bottom but could top for the right guy. Pup, sub, twinky but he’s not feminine enough to ever be called one. You either find him in the club or at home nursing a hangover, or in some older guy’s bed. Doesn’t use anything but alc but somehow knows where to find everything anyway. Also a nerdy gay (gamer loser boyfriend). Has a d/s contract. (also could be defined as “boy/boi” but that term is a bit controversial so)

Charles: Verse, always depends on his mood (and who he’s with). Drag queen, twunk, big into the leather scene. Big party gay, does poppers and coke, very careful about who he gets it from though. Always up to some shit and no one knows what his real job is or if he even has one, probably has a sugar daddy on the low (or he’s a circuit gay, both make sense). 

Carlos: Top, changes between dom/sub tho. Otter, leather daddy, brat tamer. DL kinda, in the sense that he keeps it strictly to nightlife but open to having a full-time relationship w a man. Strictly into twinks and slightly younger dudes. Has a d/s contract for sure.

Oscar: Verse, tops more. Only subs for people he really trusts (even as a sub he tops often). Pup handler/trainer (a pup when he’s a sub), twunk. Not big into parties unless he’s going with his dom, since he knows someone’s going to look after him and he can just relax. Newbie in the leather scene but into it. Has a very light d/s contract with a dom, essentially for learning (but also for having fun of course).

Daniel: Definition of verse, both in top/bottom and sub/dom. Jock, such a jock, like it’s not even funny. Pup handler, not into being a pup when he’s sub tho. Also lowkey a spunk monkey but I hate that term so no. Lives at pride events during June. Party gay once again, but on another level, he basically lives at the nightclub. Nobody knows how he has the energy (it’s drugs and red bull). Probably a circuit gay idk what other job he’d have the time for, maybe porn star. Has multiple d/s contracts.

Lando: BOTTOM do not argue with me abt this I don’t want to hear it. Sub but he’s so bratty he might as well be a dom if his top is a softie. The literal definition of a twink. Circuit gay and a DJ, also camboy on the side. Into the leather scene a little bit but intimidated by how much time you have to put into it. Does drag sometimes when he has the time. Obviously a clubber, does poppers, coke, and really anything in the club, but still careful. Wants a d/s contract but doesn’t have time for one.

George: Bottom, topped once and got tired of having to do so much. Essentially a pillow princess (even tho that’s a lesbian term but we’re using it for this). Twink, sub most of the time, can be bratty, into the leather scene. Not the biggest partier but he gets dragged along as the sober friend and then ends up hooking up with someone random. His friends make it home with or without him. Nerdy gay but not in the same way Max is. Very much an activist.

Lewis: Verse, tries to convince everyone that he’s strictly a top though (it never works). Jock (??) I don’t really know actually he’s a bit of an enigma when it comes to this. Very into the leather scene, like very into it. Makes his money modelling and uses the money to party and run charities. Runs at least five pride events around the world. Activist through and through. In an open relationship of like fifteen years. Young gays always call him a dilf and he tries to tell them he is not that old (has like three crises about his age a week). 

Fernando: Top when it comes to younger guys, verse when it comes to his husband. Bear, this is not biased at all, I definitely do not have a thing for bears and him, shhh. Leather daddy. Goes to leather events and average bars, hasn’t stepped foot into a nightclub in years. D.I.L.F. Open relationship with his husband & also a d/s contract. One of those really nice older gay guys who just seem so approachable and has answers to everyone’s questions.

Pierre: Top and dom. Surprisingly vanilla but he can get down with some basic kinks. Fuckboy™, everyone knows he has at least five twinks in his bed every week. Goes to parties but it’s to seek out more hookups. His phone is always the culprit of a distant grindr notif. Definitely uses one of those dating apps where you can see every guy’s location and can just go hook up wherever they’re at. (I swear I’m not dissing him but someone had to be like this)

Lance: Bottom, sub. Twink, unsurprisingly vanilla. One of those guys who has enough of his own money to not need a sugar daddy but has one anyway. Hosts a lot of parties but he’s rarely seen at them unless they’re very luxurious ones. The gay friend™, mostly has female friends and takes them out when their boyfriends are being assholes or they get stood up by a date. Fashion gay also.

Nico R.: Idk probably verse but I can easily also see him being strictly top or bottom so. Leans more to dom but def enjoys being sub too. If we’re talking about younger nico then twink 100%. Used to be a party gay and went to events at like 18-23 but got bored of it after that and settled down with a guy who definitely isn’t as relaxed as he is but he doesn’t mind it. (They fight about it all the time)

Sebastian: This guy is a bottom bro💀. Sub but like so bratty that sometimes it leans to the dom side. TWINK. Kind of into the leather scene in the sense that he goes to the parties and wears gear but he’ll rarely engage in the kink side of the community (not saying he’s vanilla).  Flirts with everyone in the club he can get his eyes on but rarely actually goes home with someone (he’s picky). I’m basing this off like red bull seb btw bc it’s the most fun era of his.

Mark: 100% top. He’s like a loser top tho even though he’s also a brat tamer but sometimes he doesn’t have energy for all that. Dom but like I said, sometimes he just cba to actually dominate. WOLF WOLF WOLF IDC WHAT ANYONE ELSE SAYS. Into the leather scene yes bro is freaky w it too. Idk what I’m saying I’m tired. Um, so anyway. Yeah he doesn’t really go to parties unless his sub wants to go and he feels like tagging along. Has a few regular guys he fucks around with but doesn’t expand his horizons much. Also has a romantic partner.

Jenson: Completely depends on who he’s fucking and this goes for everything kink related. He’s a wolf too but tries to hold on to his twinkness from when he was younger. SLUT. Somehow hasn’t tired of partying and is still a circuit gay, has been one since he was like 22. He’s a fuckboy slut idk what more to say really, he’s just living his best life and I honestly love that for him. (this is very much exactly a guy I know sorry to that dude but)

any driver not mentioned is one I either didn't think of or just don't know well enough to give any kind of opinion on. Also if you need clarification for any terms pls ask and I'll explain😊

[acidnhuskerdust]

I have an idea what if we had jealous husk not jealous of angels work obviously, but jealous of an old friend that appeared or something like that I kind of want to see him jealous

This sounds like a lot of fun!!! So here is a lil drabble!!! Also thank you, you're my first ask! :DDDD

All Mine (Husk x Angel 18+)

With his time spent at the hotel, Husk grew to appreciate the relative peace it had to offer. Yes, all demons that resided in the hotel carry their own notes of noise and chaos, but it still didn't compare to the bustling casinos he would own during his hay days. There were petty arguments and the drunk shouting during rowdy nights, but Husk preferred them any day to the overwhelming clamor of nightclubs.

However, when Angel approached him, his pretty lips forming that irresistible pout and eyelashes fluttering, asking if they could spend a night out, Husk couldn't resist. He can't tell Angel no when he looked that good.

So there he was, perched at the bar with long white claws curled around a chilled bottle, sipping slowly. His gaze was fixed, not on the chaos of the bar, but on the demon who held his attention completely. Husk watched, captivated, as even Angel's wildest, most provocative dances seemed effortlessly fluid. In such a chaotic scene, Angel's every move was like shelter in a storm.

As their gazes locked, Angel flashes Husk this beautiful, big smile that makes his heart flutter. Then he motions with his long finger to come over, and Husk knew he was wrapped right around it. With a soft chuckle, he sets the bottle down onto the bar and pushes himself off the stool, weaving through the crowd to find who he adored most.

While pushing past a couple dancing close together, he notices a shift. Angel's focus had drifted; his dance has ceased. Instead, he was beaming, his face alight with excitement as he clasped hands with another demon, talking animatedly above the din of the music. Husk's brows knitted together in confusion and a twinge of annoyance as he scrutinized this new figure.

Tall, buff with large horns that resembled a rams. Who the fuck was this guy? And why was Angel so happy to see him?

A twitch in Husk's eye betrayed a sudden pang in his heart, a sensation distinctly flavored with jealousy. Now, Husk doesn't get jealous too often, he doesn't mind Angel's career, doesn't care what he does at the studio, because that wasn't his Angel, that was a persona.

But when he sees him smile so genuinely at someone else? He was jealous alright.

Husk advanced, suppressing the growl that threatened to rise from the depths of his chest. He wrapped his arm firmly around Angel's slender waist, drawing the taller demon in a close embrace. Angel's eyes met his, widening slightly in surprise before softening into a warm, welcoming smile.

"Hey baby," Husk returns the smile, albeit it forced. He exhales a breath, an attempt to calm his nerves as he looked over at the demon, giving him an unimpressed look. "Who's this?"

"Oh!" Angel brings his attention back to the other, "This is Damon! He was one of my buds back in the day, ain't that right?"

Damon nods his head. "Yup, used to live out on the streets together. It sucked, but we still had some fun, didn't we Angie?"

Angie?

Oh, Husk is going to kill this motherfucker.

His grasp tightens around his waist, forcing an even wider smile. "Well ain't that... Nice." He extends his hand out, "Name's Husk."

Damon gives him a firm handshake, and Husk had to consciously restrain the urge to squeeze too tightly. "So you're the one he was just talking about, huh? Well, it's nice to meet you."

"Uh huh." Husk gives a short nod of his head, his reply terse. Lifting his gaze to Angel, he caught onto the shit eating grin spread across his face. He knows.

"Well," Angel began, barely concealing a chuckle behind a cough. "We're gonna head back ta the bar now, kay? Maybe we'll catch up later?" "Yeah, of course, see ya around!" Damon gives them a small wave as Angel steered them both away, navigating through the bustling crowd. Husk lets go of the breath he didn't realize he was holding, mentally cursing to himself, he had to get over this possessive tendencies. He couldn't help it, not when Angel was so beautiful, so amazing. He was his.

As they moved, Husk felt hot breath against his sensitive ear, "You ain't jealous, are ya babe?" Angel asks with a teasing lilt to his voice.

Husk grumbles underneath his breath, this goddamn spider. "No, I ain't jealous just..." He trails off, trying to find a good excuse.

"Mm, sure." Angel giggles, giving his shoulder a squeeze. "Say... Why don't we head home? Use that pent up energy of yours to good use?"

"You don't gotta ask me twice."

[roseofithaca]

This was what I originally thought was going to happen as I was watching the exorcist scene. Had planned to write this as a fic but don't think I've got the energy.

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Everything is the same up until the exorcism. Only when Alison gets down there, she sees the ghosts all stood in front of the Vicar, frozen as he speaks. They shout at her that they can't move. Alison tries to tell him to stop but Betty encourages it to continue. Alison slaps the Bible out of his hands but its too late - a bright light shines down on the ghosts, blinding Alison for a few seconds, then when she opens her eyes they're gone.

Panicking, she begins running around the house, calling their names, begging them to show themselves so she knows they're OK. But nothing. Eventually Betty finds her collapsed in tears. She asks why she could be upset and Alison explodes at her about how she had no right to do that, how the ghosts were her family and she's just sent them away. Betty is shocked and then feels awful once the truth settles but also berates Alison for not being honest. Mike finds Alison and holds her, telling his mum it's best she goes.

Alison doesn't sleep all night, having waited for the ghosts to come back if they could. The next morning Mike suggests they take a walk with Mia. They walk towards the lake and a bereft Alison is promising Mia she's going to hear all about her aunts and uncles who loved her so much. Like how sweet Auntie Kitty was, how naughty Uncle Julian was-

"And how handsome Uncle Thomas was?"

And Alison replies: "Yes how handsome Uncle Thom..."

She pauses. Then turns her head.

The ghosts are stood there, on the other side of the fence, smiling at her. She screams in shock and relief and Mike is confused but also relieved once Alison confirms they're all there and all safe. She asks what happened and they say they saw the same light but then woke up outside the grounds.

And now they can't get back in.

The exorcism didn't make them get sucked off; it banished them from the grounds. Alison asks if that means they're stuck in Maddox's place now. But Cap has already done a run and found he could go farther then Maddox. There doesn't seem to be any boundaries for them anymore.

Kitty begs Alison to call the Vicar back so he can undo it. Julian suggests perhaps a Satanic priest might be better. Alison hesitates and then asks; "Is that what you guys really want? You're free now. You can go wherever."

That hasn't really sank in for them, they're more concerned with being separated from Alison. But Alison tells them she's not interested in staying in the house either; not without them. If they're gone then she and Mike might as well take the golf resorts offer and buy a new place - once which the ghosts are more than happy to visit. However; they're also free to go where they want in the world, without restrictions.

It takes some sorting out as Alison sells the place and the guys stay on Maddox's land for the meanwhile until the moving vans are there. But this time as they drive out, the car and van stops, Alison beeps the horn once they exit the gates and all the ghosts pile in to either the backseat of the car or the van. Then they drive off together.

Cut to a few Christmas' later, the now loaded Coopers are setting the table and the ghosts start to arrive but in different orders. Alison welcomes them back happily, Mia can't see them anymore but she still waves to them when her mum says they're there. As they sit, Alison asks what they've all been up to in their various travels - except for Julian, the others aren't able to call or text her. Fanny finally snuck onto a luxury cruise but didn't seem as good as the Titanic. Thomas went to Venice to see if much had changed ("still nice"). Cap has been visiting WWII memorials and trying to find information on Havers. Pat visits his grandson. Humphrey has visited Paris. Kitty had discovered nightclubbing in London and joined in many hen parties. Julian goes to the House of Commons to watch Rachel speak out (he also does other stuff not suitable for Mia's ears). Robin says he went to the moon - everyone gasps- but he's only joking, he went to NASA but wasn't stupid enough to try to climb aboard any launched satellites- maybe next manned mission though.

Alison reminds them that they're all free to stay over Christmas as long as they want, but they say how they wouldn't impose for too long as they wouldn't want to be too in the way - though there are spare rooms for them to share when they need. They are all happy to spend time with the Coopers, coming back whenever they can, but always promising to spend Christmas together.

[onilorian]

The Secret Double

Chapter 1

<Chapter 2>

Masterlist

[Gojo x Fem!Reader]

Warnings:

Eventually leads to smut

Stockholm syndrome

Violence

Blood

Kidnapping

Raccoons?

Psychotic tendencies

Geto becoming a therapist

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You hauled the last corpse of a middle aged man into the room piled with other bodies. "That's the last one. Where's the boss?" You asked as you turned around. Other men were also working on the scene.

"Already back at base, said there was something of special interest to him." One of the men said and you nodded. "Alright then, let's get a move on." You announced to the rest of your coworkers.

You were the right-hand woman to Gojo's mob. A gangster through and through and to be honest, it was all for Gojo. Your cold-bloodedness, your loyalty, everything was for Gojo.

But you wouldn't ever tell anyone that because what would they all think?

What would anyone think about your infatuation for the boss?

They'd probably think you're crazy or that you only love him because he's got lots of money. But no, he has been with you long before his organization was even as big as it is now. And you still stood by him even when you weren't sure about some of his ideas.

No one could know how you felt. You'd be loyal to Gojo until you died.

On your way back to base you were quite curious as to what may have caught Gojo's eye. Surely he'd fill you in when you returned since he never hid a thing from you, just in the same way you told him everything... except one minute detail of your crush on him.

When you returned, you made your way to Gojo's office and knocked on his door. "Boss, it's me." You said and heard an immediate response. "Come in."

You opened the door and saw Gojo sitting in his office chair while staring at the city below. "The thugs have been taken care of and the crime scene looks nothing more than a workplace accident." You informed Gojo.

He turned around in his chair to face you. His blindfold was on and he smiled. "Well done. Care to join me for a drink?" He asked and you nodded. You sat in a seat across from his desk as he poured you a drink.

"I heard something special came in recently?" You asked as he was handing you the alcoholic beverage he'd poured you. But he froze for a moment which caught you off guard, he never froze up like that.

But he finally gave you your drink and you leaned back in your chair as he spoke. "I thought it was something special... But it was nothing." He said and you turned your head to the side. You took a sip of your drink. The alcohol burning your throat as it went down.

"What was it?" You asked and Gojo took a swig of his drink. He reached up to his blindfold and took it off, his white hair falling in his eyes as he sighed, "A prisoner. I was looking for information but it wasn't useful." He said, avoiding your gaze.

Something felt off after you'd spoken up about this, why was he so vague and why did he freeze up?

"You know I can collect information for you without a problem." You said and he shrugged. "If I find the opportunity without inconvenience I might as well take it." He said as the last of his drink was swallowed up. You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed but quickly looked away when he set his glass down.

"Have you gone to the new nightclub yet?" He asked as you took a sip of your drink. "Not yet." You replied and he smiled while chuckling a little, "You know I made it for you." He said as his gaze stayed on you.

You looked away as a faint blush crossed your cheeks, hopefully it was dark enough for him not to be able to tell.

"I know that it was built for more revenue." You said, doubting his words. "You keep telling yourself that." Gojo said as he stood up. You set down your drink and stood up as well. You turned to leave but Gojo stopped you.

"Y/N wait." He said, were you mistaken or did he sound as if he were begging for a moment? Pleading you not to leave?

You turned around and looked at him, right into his beautiful crystal blue eyes.

"Have... a good night." He said slowly. And you subtly raised a curious eyebrow. "You too Gojo." You replied before leaving his office.

The next morning you returned to the HQ of Gojo's mob. You were in search of him for quite awhile but couldn't seem to find him.

You were looking around to ask someone where he may be at when you heard someone talking. You stopped short of the corner you were about to round to listen to them without being heard.

"Why has he been there all day? Who spends that much time with a prisoner? Wasn't he supposed to be the best at interrogation? Shouldn't he be done by now?" It was a guard, asking lots of questions.

"Hey kid, listen here, if you wanna survive in this business you need'a stop asking questions and keep your mouth shut. Otherwise, it won't be me you're having a problem with." The other guard said. And he was definitely right about that.

Well at least now you knew where you were going, so you turned around and headed towards the cells down in the basement.

Once you arrived you looked at all the cells, plenty empty, and few with actual prisioners.

You reached one where two guards were at, both you knew fairly well. "Is he in here?" You asked, they both knew you were referring to Gojo.

"Y-Yes ma'am." One of them stuttered. "Good, I need to talk to him." You said as you were about to enter but they both stopped you.

"What's the problem?" You asked, becoming more irritated by the second. "No problem ma'am, but we're not allowed to let anyone in." He informed you.

Let anyone in? But you weren't just anyone. You were the co-founder of this entire mob and it's organization.

"Fine. But you tell Gojo I need to see him when he's done." You said and they both nodded.

You walked away and returned to your own office before sitting in your chair. You sat there, contemplating your options for a moment.

Clearly Gojo was doing something you weren't supposed to know about. He's never done anything like this and it was stressing you out.

You looked down at your desk drawer, deciphering your options.

Finally you used your fingerprint to open it. A bunch of confidential files were in the drawer but another secret compartment lay within it.

You unlocked that to then grab a small flip phone.

Was it really worth using this favor?

The more you thought about it, the more the answer became clear.

You opened the flip phone and called the only number that was on that phone.

You heard three prolonged rings before the other end was picked up.

"This was the last thing I expected today." You heard from the other end and you smiled a little.

"Nice to hear from you too, Geto. I think it's about time I use that favor."

Later that evening, you were sitting in Geto's office, a cold drink in hand as you sat in a chair across from him.

"He's become secretive? Well dear I mean a man should be able to have their own secrets just as a woman should and you now here..." He motioned to you and you rolled your eyes. "I'm making this move because he's acting very out of order. Plus he hasn't told me every bit of his life so I don't always expect him to tell me everything..." You said and Geto smiled.

"Well then, what's it your after? Need someone on his trail? Look through his online history?" Geto asked as he leaned back against his office chair.

"I need to get into a cell." You said and he raised his eyebrow. "A cell? Like a prisoner cell?" Geto clearly confused, leaned forward in his chair.

"Yes. He's been spending so much time in there these past few days and he won't let a single soul in, including myself." You informed Geto before taking a swig of your drink.

"I guess I can see why it's sparked your curiosity. Well then, what's your plan?" Geto asked as a smirk played on his face.

Later that evening you made sure to watch Gojo leave the cell for a business meeting that had been planned for awhile.

"I'll return after the meeting. Don't let anyone in." He said and the guards at the cell nodded.

You hid as Gojo walked past before looking at the two men behind you, dressed perfectly in the uniforms of the guards here.

Their outfits were nothing special, but to prevent oblivious sneak-ins by outsiders, there were the tiniest details that had to be in order as not to cause suspicion.

As for instance, on the assault rifles they held, standing in an idle form they needed to bring their hand on the barrel closer to the trigger rather than in the middle. Or their pants needed to be tucked into their combat boots. Small details like these were that could give away these men standing behind you weren't genuinely in Gojo's mob.

Since they were Geto's men, you briefed them on everything they needed to know without giving too much away. And to be honest, it was the riskiest move you could ever make because you had a gut feeling it'd come to bite you in the ass at a later date.

Suddenly, two other guards come running up the hall, "We need your assistance! There's a disturbance in block C." One of the guards said.

You motioned for the men behind you to follow you, leaving the cramped hiding spot.

"What? Well we can't just leave!" One of the guards blocking the cell you needed to get into said.

You walked around the corner and up the hallway. "A disturbance? What's the matter?" You asked before stopping at one of the cell doors.

"Oh! Miss Y/L.... uh... well honestly it's a bunch of raccoons we found in a cell... and we need help getting them moved." The frantic guard filling you in on something you already knew. "Well then? What're you two waiting for? These two men behind me will have this hall on lockdown. They're from the midshift and needed more hours." You said as you folded your arms.

They all looked at one another, the guards at the door feeling uneasy about leaving. "I know Gojo has requested no one enter that room so I'll ensure it's well guarded. I just have some business to deal with in here." You pointed using your thumb at the cell on your right.

They seemed to relax a little before nodding. "Let's get a move on then." The guards at the door said before they ran off with the other guards.

You smiled to yourself, waiting a few moments to ensure they were gone. "Alright, patrol the halls closer to the entrance of this block, if anyone enters, text me so I can leave the cell." You informed them and they nodded before beginning their patrol.

You walked over to the cell and looked at the keypad. It was best not to try different combinations in case it was set to be securely locked after a certain amount of tries.

You put on a glove before using a UV light and some fingerprint dust. You raised your eyebrows, realizing the combination of numbers that the finger prints rested on could only be your birthday.

You furrowed your eyebrows before punching in the code, and the door unlocking. You put on your mask that included a voice modulator, you felt as if eventually Gojo would find out you entered by the prisoner saying something. But you'd at least try to disguise yourself. You even put on heavier armor to bulk up a bit.

You opened the door to what appeared to be a woman with the same hair color as you turned around. "Back so soon Gojo? You didn't cancel on them for me, surely?" The woman asked as she turned her head only to see you standing over her shoulder menacingly.

You had a black hood on, and your mask was one like a plague doctor's mask. The rest of your outfit was almost a military-style combat uniform colored in black.

"I don't think he would." You said, the modulator making your voice extremely deep.

Her eyes widened in fear, and that's when you noticed it. This girl looked awfully similar to you.

You walked around her so you could get a good look at her.

In some ways she was different. Her body size a little different from yours, her mouth a bit too wide, her eyes a bit closer together, and her nose shape completely different.

"Wh-Who are you?! Where's Gojo?" She yelled as she tugged against her restraints. What the hell was she asking about Gojo as if she had a great personal connection with him?

"Unfortunately at his meeting. So luckily for me, you and I get to spend time together." You said leaning your face closer and she moved her face away.

"You seem to like Gojo an awful lot. How cute." You said and she blushed as she kept her head turned.

Blushing? What in the absolute fuck was she blushing for?

You felt a tiny fire light in your abdomen. Did she actually have some sort of twisted crush on him? She was a prisoner here, he was keeping her captive and she's blushing over him?

"I see he's treated you well." You said and she bit her lip. "He has. And that's why I'm not gonna tell you anything!" She exclaimed and out of pure rage and jealousy you went over and slapped her.

What the hell had Gojo been doing? He wasn't really treating a girl so nicely... especially one that looked like you. What the hell was this all about?

"What's your name?" You asked as you grabbed her throat, your gloves squeezing it. "I am whatever he calls me." She said through gritted teeth and you tilted your head. "Then what is the name Gojo gives you?" You asked and she smiled.

"My name is Y/N."

"What?"

"He calls me Y/N and says he thinks its the most beautiful name on the planet. So that's why he calls me that." She said after you'd let her throat go.

Suddenly the door burst open and there stood Gojo, his gun pointed at you. "Gojo!" She cried out after turning her head, barely being able to see him out of the corner of her eye.

He looked down at her for a brief moment. And so you took that opportunity to move. His attention moved back to you quickly and he began to shoot, but you were able to evade all of the bullets.

You closed in on Gojo and he raised the gun to hit you with it. In that split second you moved to the side and he missed.

His eyes widened, not knowing who could evade him of all people so easily. He wasn't at the top just because he did good business, sure that was apart of it but he was known for his physical capabilites as well.

You then tucked and rolled right between his legs, just barely passing through before making a dash for the end of the hallway.

Gojo continued to shoot at you, and even shot you in your right side.

You gurgled out a sound of pain, it being modulated by the mask. But you kept running, after all, this wasn't your first time being shot nor was it your last.

You turned the corner and finally exiting the cell block, you'd even passed the two men that were employed by Geto laying on the ground. You rolled your eyes and muttered, "Useless."

You then ran into the two men who guarded the door. "Hey! Stop!" They yelled as they aimed their guns at you. You lifted your mask so they could see your face and their eyes widened.

"We don't have a lot of time, I have some things I need to explain to you. Get a move on." You said and they looked at you in confusion, especially because your voice was lowered.

"If you don't move it you're going to get shot." You said before pulling your mask down and running, knowing Gojo was hot on your heels.

"We're on it sir!" They yelled down the corridor after seeing Gojo run around the corner and they began chasing after you.

This seemed to satisfy Gojo as he decided to return back into the cell block.

You slowed down a little, letting them catch up to you. "You better have a damn good reason for this, Y/N. Does Gojo know it's you?" The guard asked and you shook your head, "Clearly not. The bastard shot me." You said as you placed a hand on your side.

"He shot you? We need to go to the medical wing-" The other guard said and you shook your head. "No time. Let's go in here." You dashed to your left into a storage room.

You began to take your mask off and you found the backpack you'd left in here. You also took off your body armor which clearly didn't reach enough to block your side from getting shot. But in all honesty, Gojo is a good shot so he was surely aiming for the larger exposed area that was your side.

You finished putting your things into your bag and stood up. "We're going to the doctor's residence, he'll get me patched up there. I'll explain things on the ride there." You said as you peaked out to the hall, but you heard both their guns raise.

"We can't go anywhere with you unless you tell us what's going on now. We're still loyal to Gojo." One of them said and you raised your hands.

"Okay, but it's going to be a brief explanation." You said as you turned. "Kent and Favarone right?" You asked and they nodded before lowering their weapons slightly.

"Gojo kept that prisoner under wraps from everyone, including myself. And apparently it's some twisted woman who doesn't mind being locked up as long as Gojo comes to visit her." You informed them, the pain in your side increasing by every second.

"So then what's the issue?" Favarone asked and you chuckled a little as you pressed your hand on your side before removing it and looking at your bloodied hand.

"She looks almost identical to me. And he calls her by my name." You said and both their eyes widened as faint blushes came to their faces.

"I think it's fair to say I'm quite heavily involved, be it Gojo not wanting my involvement." You said as your legs gave out and you fell to the ground. But both Favarone and Kent rushed to grab an arm to prevent you from collapsing completely.

"Thanks boys, sorry about that." You chuckled weakly. "Let's get you to the doc's residence." Kent said and Favarone looked at him in surprise. "But sir... if Gojo finds out we aided her..." Favarone said and you shook your head. "I'll call someone to pick me up. Just tell him I escaped. I evaded him so I don't know how he'd expect you two to catch me.... no offense." You said as they helped you up.

"You sure you don't need help getting there?" He asked and you shook your head as you grabbed your seemingly 10 times heavier back pack. "No I'll live. Thank you for your help."

You took a route through the building that would lead you out a side door, as you were making your way there you called Geto using the same flip phone.

"Hey, I guess I'll end up needing a ride after all." You said, your breathing labored.

"Yeah? You're gonna tell me what happened right?" He said and you chuckled a little "Nosy as always. But since it's not gravely confidential I'll fill you in." You said and looked at your side again, the right side of your shirt was drenched in blood.

"You might want to have your driver bring the shittiest car he has or a bunch of towels." You said to Geto.

"What for? What happened?" Geto asked clearly concerned. "Oh you know, just got shot, all apart of the job. I'll need to be dropped off at a residency of a doctor, I'll inform the driver of the location." You said and Geto scoffed. "Don't worry about that, I'm already here. My building is closer and we have an excellent medical staff." He informed you and you huffed out a laugh. "So stubborn today. I'm exiting the right side of the building. I'll see you soon." You said before hanging up.

On your other phone you heard it chime and you took it from your pocket to see Gojo texted you.

Big Boss Gojo: Where are you? There's been an emergency.

You: Why? What happened? I've been on the top floor most of today and am just leaving. I didn't hear about anything.

For a moment Gojo typed and then it stopped before he began typing again, as if he erased something.

Big Boss Gojo: A shit ton of raccoons invaded cell C12. It was a mess.

You laughed for a brief moment, completely forgetting about the raccoons you'd released in the empty cell.

But then your heart sank a little. He didn't tell you about a supposed intruder who'd somehow breached the defenses and wound up in the only cell no one was allowed to enter but Gojo himself.

You: How the fuck did raccoons get into the cells?

Big Boss Gojo: Dunno, but they've been taken care of and are being sent back into the wild. Where you off too? I can drive you if you need.

You: No worries, I'm out the door now and have someone picking me up.

Big Boss Gojo: Isn't it the drivers day off?

You: It is.

Big Boss Gojo: Who's picking you up then?

You: Work related person from another company.

Gojo didn't respond after that. And you opened the door as you put your phone away. Thankfully your shirt and pants were black, hiding the amount of bloodloss you encountered.

"Good day gentlemen." You said to the guards on the outside of the door. "You too, Miss." They both said.

You then saw Geto pull close to the curb not too far from where you left the building.

You walked over to his car, trying to hide any signs of being injured and got in his car.

You buckled up and as you looked out of the window when Geto began to drive, you saw Gojo standing there with his arms folded at the front.

You avoided eye contact and instead looked at Geto.

"Was he watching?" Geto asked and you scoffed, "You love the drama you create, don't you?" You asked and he smiled a little.

"What about my men? Where are they at?" Geto asked and you sighed as you held onto your right side. "Probably locked up. I'll have someone bail them out." You said and Geto groaned a little, "Fine, but that means you're paying me for their bonus." He said and you laughed a little.

Your vision began to get hazy and you felt as if you couldn't keep your head up. "Geto..." You said, but slightly slurred it.

"I know, we're almost there. Hang on okay?" He said in a calm tone. He knew you'd survive as you always had.

The rest was a blur. You were transported to the medical wing in Geto's facility, took a short time to recover before seeing Geto again.

"How's your wound?" Geto asked as he entered your office. "If I rip it I need stitches again, otherwise fine. I did feel dizzy for a few days because of the blood loss though, I honestly think that's a new record." You said and Geto smiled at your comment.

"Well then, what did you find out?" Geto asked and you sighed, "You know, it almost feels like I'm working for you now, with the way you're talking." You said as you winced while leaning back in your chair.

"We can arrange it." Geto smiled.

"Not happening." You said, glaring at him.

Geto frowned and sighed before taking a sip of his drink. "Well quit avoiding my question. You said you'd tell me." He reminded you.

You simply rolled your eyes, "Well, there was a woman he was keeping captive. I mean she really didn't seem to mind it." You said and Geto laughed a little, "He's finally found his perfect match it sounds like." Geto grinned.

"Well that woman looked like me, and she told me what Gojo calls her..." You trailed off and Geto raided an eyebrow, "Your...? Haha! What a weird way to express his love for you!" Geto said placing a hand on his face as he laughed.

Your face flushed red and you inhaled sharply, hurting your side. "Ngh... it's not funny! Do you really think he likes me?" You asked and then Geto began to laugh even harder.

"God, Y/N I knew you were dense but not this dense!" He said and you scoffed, "Give me a break! Instead of him confessing to me he brought a second me and is doting on her! What if he likes her instead?" You asked as Geto was coming down from his laughing high and he even wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Well if he still calls her by your name, then what do you think?" Geto asked and you hung your head low. "Well then what do I do?" You asked and Geto rolled his eyes, "What am I? Your therapist?" He asked and you shrugged.

Geto sighed as he shook his head "Make him jealous, Y/N. Bring a guy around, when he makes a move then you can confront him." Geto pointed at you.

"Make him jealous? Does he get jealous?" You asked and Geto shrugged, "I've known Gojo a long time, and knowing him there's a high probability him seeing the person he likes with another man will hurt his pride. If you ask him directly what he thinks about you, he's going to shut you down. You of all people should know how he gets when he's talking about personal things." He said and you nodded.

"When he becomes prideful and angry he acts out. That's how you'll know if he's into you." You said and you stood up, surprising Geto a little. "You should consider being a therapist." You said before turning to leave.

"I want my men bailed out!" Geto called out and you raised a hand as you waved, "They seem pretty useless to me, but sure!" You said and you heard a scoff from Geto.

It was time to commence the next stage of your newly built plan.

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[dreamwritesimagines]

I like to imagine Charm fresh off college flirting with Sam and Steve right in front of Bucky and it's actually sort of jarring how quickly it pisses him off that not only is she doing it while ignoring him, his friends are going along with it.

"Well, no wonder Chicago was so boring. All the good-looking men are here."

"Ah, hey... thanks Charm."

"James, I didn't see you there."

"Wha-"

"Y/N, you look more beautiful every time i see you. How you been?"

"Well, you'll be seeing me more often, Sam. I'm officially moving back. The company is terrible though, Becca excluded. I can't take Ian yapping about nightclubs and refusing to step into a single one."

"Well, you are in the right place. Steve and I were just talking about visiting a new one in Romanov's turf tonight, see the new digs. Wanna come?"

"Well if it's alright with America's sweetheart."

"Of course you can come. Send me your adress and we'll pick you up-"

"What's happening-"

"You're still here, Barnes?"

"I was here first. But we'll catch up tonight, I'm sure."

"I thought you were busy, Buck. You said-"

"Change of plans."

OH MY GOD OOOH MY GOD-

Darling! 😍 This is amazing, I'm in love with this! ❤️ You are so talented and I'm definitely gonna fangirl over your wonderful work, so I'm putting this under keep reading! 😍❤️

First of all, YES! 😍 Charm would one hundred percent do it in front of Bucky while totally ignoring him 😁 And Sam and Steve flirting back? IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS😂

"Well, no wonder Chicago was so boring. All the good-looking men are here." AND THEN-

"James, I didn't see you there." Please, I can almost see his expression and I can't stop giggling 😂

The company is terrible though, Becca excluded. And everyone could probably hear the unsaid "Bucky included" 😂

"I can't take Ian yapping about nightclubs and refusing to step into a single one." Wait he really is doing that! 😱

They are both flirting with her aaaaaah I need this scene, I need this scene to happen so much! 😍

"I was here first. But we'll catch up tonight, I'm sure."

"I thought you were busy, Buck. You said-"

"Change of plans." HE SAYS WHILE SULKING, I'M SO SURE OF IT 😂

Darling this is absolutely amazing and I'm going to reread this a hundred times! 🥰 Thank you so so much for this, ILY and I love your work! ❤️

Also I'm so inspired for the scene where they'd be at the nightclub they mentioned and Bucky is like all brooding and watching Charm, and the minute she excused herself for the bathroom or something, he'd turn to them and go like,

"What are you doing?"

"What?"

"With Charm, what do you think you're doing?"

"We're catching up?"

"Oh catching up, is that it?"

"Yeah. Why are you throwing a fit?"

"I'm not, it's just- you can't flirt with her!"

"Because you rejected her years ago?"

"That has nothing to do with the discussion right now, I'm just...I'm thinking about the business."

[ayyy-pee]

I love 'The Great Debate'. I think it's one of my favourite fics that I've ever read on Tumblr.

I must confess, I came across it randomly on AO3 and I usually don't really read much on AO3, but I was completely and utterly captivated by your series, and I just read the whole thing in one go.

I honestly really, really enjoyed it. I thought it was incredibly witty and well-paced, and I just loved the way you tackled the characters and wrote the dialogue, and I was just so wholeheartedly charmed by it.

I've reread it multiple times, to be honest, and I keep checking your page just to see if you've updated your fic. It is just so, so, so good.

I'm a real sucker for academic rivalry stories, and I just thought you tackled things brilliantly. Your fic is engaging. It is clean and crisp. It is sexy. I love it—truly.

I really enjoyed the build-up of the relationship and I just loved how sizzling the sexual tension was, and I loved the whole dance-floor scene, and I absolutely loved how you tackled their relationship.

(Also, just as a note, I think the way you portrayed her loss of virginity was the most believable I've ever seen in my life in any type of literature/media.)

I keep coming back to this fic.

I honestly can't really choose what my favourite part of this fic is. I loved the introduction—it set the scene perfectly and I love how she has an answer for everything. I loved the strange tension between them when she was going out with Satoru. I loved, loved the nightclub scene. I was completely enamoured with 'Chapter Ten'. It was so, so, so incredibly well-written and it was just the right amount of passion, sexiness and softness. I am in love with it.

I really hope you will continue with this series because it holds a very special place in my heart.

Sending lots of love your way xxx

(As is customary, I believe, I'd like to also use this as an opportunity to thank you for taking the time to write, edit and share this story with us. I really, really appreciate it. Hope you're getting enough food, sleep, rest, etc. xxx)

HELLO?!?!?!

Omg first, thank you SO MUCH for this detailed message. I LOVE getting things like this. I so appreciate your kind words and how much you loved TGD. This is actually very funny that I got this message because yesterday I thought to myself - "damn i really wanna pick this fic back up."

Then you send me this and I'm just...ugh. THANK YOU. It's the inspiration I needed.

Also, weird question, I've gotten several other anon messages about TGD and another fic of mine. Are those from you as well? This fic doesn't get as much attention as my other Suguru fics so I just wanted to know. It's so nice to see someone who loves it so much!! <3

If it's not you who sent more anon asks then...WHERE ARE YALL COMING FROM LOL!!!!

Thank you so much for reading and loving it!!! MWAH <3

[afoolandathief]

Happy STS! I might be bearing my own secrets a little here, but oh well! Your characters are playing a dating game, which archetype are they going for? (ie: the arrogant one, the cold one, the childhood friend, the older man, the shy one, the flirt, etc)

"Old man."

"What?"

Caz looked down at Jade. He was leaning over her and her laptop as she moved the cursor over the dating sim's options.

"I said, I wanna try and bag the silver fox," he went on.

Jade raised an eyebrow at him.

"Is this, like, you relating to someone your actual age?"

"Oh, that's hilarious, Shaw. Look at me, I'm splitting my sides laughing," Caz said drily. "Now, would you just click on him?"

Jade moved her mouse over the cartoon, gray-haired man. A dialogue option came up as the man sneered from her laptop screen.

"Ooh, he's mean too?" Caz leaned far too close to Jade. "Ya know, I don't usually go for guys like him."

"That's what I thought," Jade said. She leaned back in her chair, relieving herself of being in direct line with a vampire's breath. "So, why did you pick him, then?"

Caz leaned over the laptop, using the keyboard arrows to select a line of dialogue.

"Well, I mean, I usually like guys I could break in half," he said. "Sort of the opposite with women. But he was the only option that seemed — I don't know, stern? I always like someone who doesn't take any shit."

He swore in Romanian and stabbed at the keyboard.

"Câcat, how do I pick this thing?"

"Enter key," Jade said. She leaned over the keyboard and showed him.

"Thanks, Shaw," Caz said. "Hey, you've played this before, right? Who'd you pick?"

"It's not important," Jade said.

"Oh, well, if it's not important."

He moved the cursor across the computer screen. Jade shot forward as the phrase "Are you sure you want to quit?" blazed in front of her in bright red letters.

"What are you doing?"

"You can find old versions of the game under 'Saved,' right?"

"Oh, now you're suddenly an expert on P.C. games?"

Jade went for the mouse, but Caz was faster. She tried to think of a spell that interrupted Bluetooth signals, but it was too late. The screen loaded a scene at a nightclub featuring a pale, dark-haired man in a ruffled shirt. One earring dangled from his ear as the animation moved his fanged mouth open and closed. A line of dialogue about only going out at night appeared.

"Holy shit," Caz breathed.

He stumbled back from the laptop with his hands clasped over his mouth. He breathed. He giggled. Then he burst into obnoxious, high-pitched laughter.

"Jesus. Fucking. Christ," he gasped.

"Shut up!"

"Does Violet know about this?"

"I played this before I dated Violet," Jade said, shutting the laptop screen just as the cartoon man lifted his red-filled wine glass. "Not that it matters. It's just a game."

"Yeah, sorry, but," Caz took a breath and wiped his eyes. "It's just funny whenever someone has a thing for vampires. Like, come on, Shaw. You know we're objectively terrible to date."

Jade cradled her head in her hands.

"It wasn't about him being a vampire," she said.

Caz leaned back against her kitchen table. Her cats had wandered over and were sniffing him curiously.

"Oh?" he asked.

"Look, he was the only option that seemed — a little fruity, okay?" Jade said. "I just prefer guys who are also queer. You know how it's easier, sometimes, when someone else is bi?"

"Trust me, Shaw, I'm well aware of that," Caz said.

He opened the laptop and stared at the screen.

"Yeah, I've definitely gone home with that guy," he said.

He shut the laptop and backed away from the table.

"Well, this has been — weird," he said. "I'll, uh, see you when I have to kill someone again, I guess."

"Wait, I thought you wanted to play this?" Jade asked.

"Yeah, that type AB I had earlier isn't sitting right," he said, patting his stomach. "Trust me, it's not gonna be pretty."

He nearly tripped over Ada and Lovelace as he grabbed his hat and jacket.

"Do you need a ride?" Jade asked.

"Nah, I'll just grow wings and fly," Caz said. "Or just — run really fast. Yeah. Used to do that all the time. Before cameras, but — yeah, it'll be fine."

The entire trailer shook as he slammed the door behind him.

~

Caz fell through the door of his apartment. He loosened his collar and took another deep breath. His heart felt like it was about to beat out of his chest.

"It's fine," he said, taking his phone out to send a text. "I'll be fine. Just need to get this out of my system."

"We really need to stop meeting like this."

Caz whirled around to find the tiny Norse god he'd run into at the bar standing in his living room.

"How'd you get here so fast?"

"I ripped a hole in time and space, dear," Loki flipped a frizzy strand of red hair out of their face and flashed that oddly scarred smile. "Now, what's the matter?"

Caz reached in his cabinet and pulled out a bottle of vodka and two glasses.

"Just needed some meaningless sex, is all."

Loki clasped their chest dramatically.

"My dear, sweet draugr, I have a wives and family!"

"Vampire, not a draugr," Caz said. "And you're polyamorous."

"Yes, but you're not," Loki said. They strolled up to his kitchen counter and swiped one of the glasses. "We both know you're far too possessive to keep dating a married god. Now, what's actually wrong?"

Caz took a long swallow of vodka.

"I just got this image in my head of my best friend and work associate pegging me," he said. "And it all started because we tried playing this computer game. One where you have to pick someone to date."

"What were the options?" Loki asked.

Caz told them. Loki tapped a set of painted nails to their chin.

"Well, that's an obvious choice," they said. "Old man, of course."

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Where would the boys take their girl/boyfriend on a first date?

Undertale Sans - Somewhere a bit fancy because his brother yelled at him because he wanted to just invite you home and hang out. You're in one of Mettaton's excentric restaurants, and you're so awkward as Mettaton clearly didn't get the hint and flirts with you the whole time, trying to separate you from Sans by throwing money at his face so he goes do a comedy show on the scene or something. That's not a very good first date, but with time, you found it hilarious.

Undertale Papyrus - He brings you along to a marathon. Ok, maybe it's because he loves marathons and didn't think that maybe you don't like running. At least he is nice, he waits for you when you are struggling after only ten minutes. It's not your best memory. Papyrus figures you're not the sportive type after that and decides more chill dates will do.

Underswap Sans - He drags you to see a cool cave near the beach. It was fun and cute until the sea level turns up and you both had to hold your breath to not drown as you're waiting for the rescuers. The rescuers said that there were signs all around them asking to not enter this cave. Blue didn't tell them he kinda destroyed them all to not waste the moment...

Underswap Papyrus - Comic con time! You're having a great time waiting in queues for hours to see your favorite celebrities for three minutes! Except you didn't see any because you fainted midway because of how hot it was in the queue and had to be evacuated, yeah. Eh, at least your favorite celebrity carried you to the infirmary even if you didn't see it because you passed out. Honey took a photo of you two for the memories. It's, uh, not the best day.

Underfell Sans - Edge convinced him to have their first date in a zoo and gave them an address. Except it's not a zoo. It's a farm. And not the best of them. There's poop everywhere, you got attacked by an angry goat and Red lost his left hand inside a pig's mouth and had to wait for several hours for the pig to reject it. You both decided to never talk about this date ever again.

Underfell Papyrus - Classic restaurant. He's a very classic guy. It went all well until you choke on a piece of bread and almost die. Thank god your knight in shining armor is here to help! He does the Heimlich maneuver on you and saves you. You also vomit all over his nice suit and he broke two of your ribs. You end the night at the hospital with Edge assuring you it's alright and you both dying of shame and pain in the bed. This is fine.

Horrortale Sans - He promised you he would show you the Underground, so he takes you there. You... Uh... Didn't expect to teleport right in front of human corpses in advanced rotting state. Uh... That's awkward. It becomes even more awkward when after walking in Snowdin you walk in one of Willow's old trap and suddenly find yourself hanging upside down by the ankle to a tree. After that, Oak decides maybe it's best to just hang out in his farm. You never were so happy to see their farm again.

Horrortale Papyrus - He wants to prove you he's not an old man and still has the moves, so he takes you to a nightclub. Both of you realize it's a mistake the second you see everyone in there is naked. To be honnest, neither of you knew naturist nightclubs were a thing. You decide to go watch a movie instead and never talk about that ever again.

Swapfell Sans - You're excited when he invites you to the museum. Well, that is before you realise it's a historical torture museum with a lot of machines and weird tools to hurt and cut pieces of people. Nox is very exciting though and he insists you try to stick your head in the big guillotine and tries the big seat to drown witches. He doesn't understand why you're not that enthusiast about all this. Clearly his idea was better than yours!

Swapfell Papyrus - He bought 2 million rubber duckies and filled his room with it. You sure didn't expect this. Rus screams to you he is hidden in the duckies and that if you want to hang out, you need to find him. You did, but at what cost. As soon Nox comes home, he is screeching hysterically that you have an hour to clean everything or he kills the both of you. You spend the rest of the day and night cleaning Rus' room with him in silence. Awkward.

Fellswap Gold Sans - You went to a medieval festival. It was lovely until Wine drunk a little too much wine and decided to fight you in duel with real swords in front of a very exciting crowd that thought you were just two actors having fun. You spend your afternoon running in circles and begging people for help as they all laugh at you. It ends when Wine finally passes out after one more too much glass. You drag the skeleton home as he's singing salacious songs out loud.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - You went to a trampoline park, and it was so nice! Until Coffee tries to impress you by doing a triple jump and falls out of the trampoline on the cold concrete floor, almost breaking his neck. You spend the rest of the day screaming at the people who own the place for the lack of safety, and then argue the rest of the night with Wine who won't let go of the fact you attempted to kill his brother. And then Coffee keeps crying, saying he is sorry he is an idiot, and you tell him he is not an idiot and now has to comfort him. Your headache is atrocious.

[yjano]

Who I am now?

Part 9.

Pairing: Jake x Mc.

Genre: Angst, comedy, dark romance.

Warnings: Strong language, angst scenes. 18+ content can be found.

Words: 8.6k

Author's note: This story contains mature topics and is not fully related to the duskwood game. A different parallel with different personalities. Thank you everyone for following and liking this! lly.♡

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Jake focus.

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I walked into the busy nightclub, and my breath was momentarily taken away. The large club is overrun with many people drinking, smoking blunts, dancing, and singing along to the bass-heavy music playing in the background. A purple neon light fixture hangs from a metal structure above-there is no ceiling, just a silver metal structure that also acts as a walkway where people can walk on and lean over the rails haphazardly. The floors and walls were shiny white surfaces that illuminated a neon glow due to the set lighting.

On the way here, I thought about Mc's claustrophobia for a second. Would she be able to breathe with all these drunk people pressing into her side? Would she be crushed by the people dancing around her, them grinding her into the dance floor? Would Lex be able to take care of Mc if she experienced a panic attack?

But I was surprised by the airy space surrounding the partying drunks. It was easy to walk through the crowd and there was probably enough space for Mc to breathe in without feeling constricted.

"Hey baby, can I buy you a drink?" The drunk woman whispered in my ear, her hot breath uncomfortably fanned against my neck. More than just pissed off, I stopped walking, stiffening and turning my head to face the woman with narrowed eyes.

"Get off me before I ended spreading your cheating self on the internet." I threatened darkly, and the woman's grin visibly froze upon seeing the anger etched on my face. She nodded slowly, backing away from me.

I'm so gonna kill Lex tonight. I surveyed the crowd of men and women around me, looking for the familiar faces of Lex and Mc. No matter how much food she feeds me, she's so gonna get it today for getting Mc here. I growled internally, pacing around the bar, and peering at the faces surrounding me.

I almost walked right past Lex but the brief giggle that was just about to meet my ears stopped me in my tracks. Recognizing that laugh, I looked over my shoulder, noticing her flirtatiously laughing with one of the guys. Mc was nowhere near Lex.

I locked my jaw in irritation, storming toward the bar where Lex was laughing giddily, and placing a firm hand on the table. I faced her, showing her my irritation.

"Hey, I was having fun!" She whined, trying to talk with that guy. But I just ignored her, glaring right into her eyes.

"She was talking to me man, chill." The guy jokingly protested Lex, making my already boiling blood boil more.

"Get out."

"What?"

"You heard me." I gritted, boring holes into his face. "Get the fuck out," I uttered the last words making the guy take his drink and walk away. I turned back to face Lex who was glaring up at me.

"What the hell, Jake? I was having fun." She complained, looking at me annoyed.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" I questioned blankly, holding up four fingers. She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms.

"Four fingers. I'm not that drunk." She muttered, picking up her drink and giving me a look. "You should worry about Mc, she was full-on drunk once she finished her three drinks." She laughed, sipping her drink whilst humming pleasantly.

"Oh? Speaking of Mc." I gritted my teeth. "Where the fuck is she? If she's been taken by someone, I will forget that you're my friend and-" I growled, tearing the glass out of her grasp so she could focus on my words.

"You worry too much. Look, she is right here, drinking with me." She smiled lazily, lifting a hand in the air to show the crumpled sleeve of someone's leather jacket in her hand, the owner of the jacket, however, was nowhere in sight.

"I kept holding her hand in case she tried to run away." She giggled, looking at me and tapping the side of her head with a finger. "Smart move yeah?"

"Whose hands are you holding?" I asked stiffly.

"Mc's hand, of course, look yourself." She hummed, looking to her side to see an empty bar stool. Lex's once proud facial expression dropped. "What the hell-"

"It's time to go home." I sighed, trying not to let my anger out just yet. "Hail a cab and go home. I will see you there later." I ordered with finality. Without a word, she nodded and gathered Mc's jacket in her hands.

"See you back home," Lex murmured, turning on her heels to walk away. I nodded and turned away, walking toward the dance floor where I prayed Mc was because if not. Ah fuck- Mc you better come out of where you're hiding. I mentally threatened her inside. Stepping on the slightly sticky dance floor.

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Mc focus.

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I had no idea how to entertain myself in a nightclub but thankfully Lex was there. She guided me and led me to the bar stool. Lex ordered cocktails while holding my jacket sleeve in case I tried to 'disappear'. Soon after a few cocktails, I felt tipsy or maybe drunk already.

We were dancing together, moving from side to side. Tangling each other's limbs and laughing loudly as we sometimes stepped on each other's feet. Suddenly Lex made me walk back to the bar because her feet started to hurt. Whining I had followed her midway before coming up with the idea of slipping out of my jacket.

Quietly giggling I slipped out of my jacket and watched Lex unknowingly walk off without me. Happily laughing I turned around, jumping along with the catchy rap song playing.

Perhaps half an hour later, I was completely sweaty and dizzy from trying to pull off all the moves I'd been doing in the past thirty minutes. Breathless and smiling hard I was ready to go back to Lex and apologize for my disappearance and maybe ask for one more cocktail.

I was about to walk towards her but someone appeared out of nowhere in front of me, causing me to slam my forehead into the person's chest. I staggeringly took a step back to inspect the person blocking my pathway. It was a greasy-looking man in his early thirties. He was shirtless and accessorized with thick gold chains around his neck. Typical thug.

He was looking angry, his thick eyebrows were tugged together in anger and his stained lips were pulled into a nasty sneer.

"Watch where you're going." He hissed, towering over me. Probably to show his dominance. Hell, I could step on him and run right now.

"Sorry, mister." I apologized slowly stopping midway. Why the hell am I saying sorry? Why doesn't this guy apologize?

"Excuse me?" I frowned, disapproving of the way the man spoke to me in the first place.

"You heard me." He grunted, rolling his eyes at me.

"No." I shook my head. "You watch where you're going loser!" I yelled over the music, pointing a finger at his chest.

"What did you say?" He growled, closing the space between himself and me. I wasn't fazed by his moves at all.

"You came in front of me. I was just walking, but you came bounding out of nowhere and you didn't even apologize-"  I explained, trying to stand straight. The world was blurring in my vision. Oh god, I feel like passing out.

"Hey who do you think you are?" He cocked his head, eyeing me with arrogance.

"I am Mc. The soon-to-be detective!"

The guy just laughed, grabbing me by the shoulders and surprising me with the suddenness of his moves. The man leaned into my face, snarling.

"Listen up, you little arrogant bitch. Say sorry right now, and I'll let you walk away-"

Fuck, fuck. Now's the time to be the better person to apologize, Mc. Don't let him get inside you hea-

"What if I don't?" I suddenly questioned, smiling at him sarcastically.

"I'll make you say sorry then." He spat out the words. Making me realize my stupid mistake. He's not chill like Jace what the hell I am doing? Now I'm gonna get killed by this gangster dude. Damn look at that girl's drink. I wouldn't mind getting it too.

"Ah- Lex where are you?" I whined throwing my head back, not liking how close I was to his round face.

"Lex is not here. Say sorry you little shit." The man started shaking me. I tried to apologize, realizing that the possible outcome of this situation would most likely be me getting beaten up. "Okay, okay. I'm sorr-"

"Sorry to interrupt but is everything okay here?" Someone drawled out, making me and an old hag look to our side where an unimpressed Jace was standing. His hands were shoved in his black leather jacket pockets and his eyes lidded in what looked like boredom. He blatantly disregarded the way hag's hands were tightly gripping my shoulders instead, he studied my appearance.

"Are you wearing Lex's clothes?" Jace commented dragging his eyes down my body. "They look nice on you."

"JD!" I smiled widely, struggling to get out of the death grip placed on my shoulders. The hag snorted, staring at Jace.

"The hell are you doing here? Fuck off, this ain't about you. It's between me and her." He spat out, harshly throwing me to the ground with a push to empathize with the word 'her'.

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Jake focus.

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I sighed before moving in front of Mc. She was out of this world for sure. Just the way her eyes lingered on every moving subject with awe said it all.

"Yeah, but you see she's my girlfriend so if you wanna fight with her. You're gonna have to deal with me first." I yawned, too tired to deal with this shit. I just wanted to go to sleep. Not to fucking fight or stand in crowded loud nightclubs, listening to trashy raps.

"Come on! JD! JD! JD!" Mc chanted, pumping her fist defiantly in the air. Her cheering seemed to attract the attention of a few nearby clubbers and they jokingly joined in.

"Show him your muscles, greek god!" Mc encouraged, clamping a hand on my shoulder and determinedly glaring at the gangster standing in front of us, looking very amused. I shoot her a warning look but Mc was completely unaffected, wildly cheering on despite the look on my face.

"What the fuck is this skeleton gonna do to me?" The man narrowed his eyes, now searching for my physique with raised eyebrows.

"Mc-" I gritted my teeth, looking over my shoulder at a red-faced Mc who was yelling mercilessly beside my goddamn ear.

She's so fucking drunk. So goddamn drunk. I'm gonna kill Lex.

"What the fuck-" My nose scrunched with embarrassment at her cheering.

"JD, I'm on your side, let me know if you need backup!"

I mentally facepalmed inside. What type of backup are you gonna give me? The only backup you're giving me is cheering my ear off. I sighed again, rolling my eyes, and turning around to face the angered man standing in front of me.

"Hey, I'm sorry about my girl, she's drunk and out of the senses. Can you just let her off this one time?"

"Hey!" Mc frowned at my words, nudging my back gently. Fuck.

"No way, I wanna see your muscles now. Come on skeleton boy, show me your moves." The man hissed, bulky body standing firmly in front of me.

Calm. Jake. Just stay calm.

"I'm in a shit mood, I don't wanna fight and worsen it so can we just be smart men and-"

"What are you? A fucking pussy? I said show me your moves." The man spat, shoving me backward hard. I stumbled back a little at the impact of his shove. My already dark mood darkened just a bit more.

Contain your anger. There is absolutely no need to fight him, be a sensible man and-

Fuck it, let me show him my godamn move if he insisted. With that last thought in mind, I swung a clenched fist back and brought it forth, hitting the man's nose directly onward. I managed to hear a quiet crunch and grinned at him satisfied. The man howled in pain, covering his bloodied and most likely broken nose with his hairy hands.

"Oh wow-"

I looked over my shoulder to see Mc standing stock still with mouth wide open, and eyes focused on the kneeling man who cried out in pain. Upon feeling my gaze on her, she tore her eyes away from the man and made eye contact with me. Her mouth broke into a huge smile, her eyes crinkled in joy as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder. Surprising the hell out of me.

"That's my man!"

I sighed, I will never let her drink again for sure.

"Fuck! What are you standing there for? Do something!" The man pathetically yelled at his few friends who watched me with glazed eyes. The man who had joined in the laughter aimed at Mc earlier, stepped closer to me whilst sliding a bony hand into his jacket pocket. When he retracted his hand, a glinting pocket knife shines a neon hue under the fluorescent lighting. I felt Mc's hand on my shoulder disappear.

"Better wipe that smile off your face, because-"

I didn't wait to listen to the man's words instead, I lifted a sneaker-clad foot into the air and harshly jammed the hard soles of my shoes against the man's ribcage, making him topple over backward from the impact. The tiny pocket knife fell out of the man's grip and landed on the slightly sticky dance floor, disappearing behind many people's dancing feet.

Almost immediately, I took Mc by the hand and tugged her through the crowd, the grip on her wrist was tightening with every second.

"Ow!" I swiftly looked over my shoulder to see Mc was caught by one of the hag's men. A well-built man shoved Mc's head into the crook of his arm, forcing the girl's throat against the crook of his inner elbow. I wasted no time in advancing on the man, however before I could punch the fuck out of the guy strangling Mc. Sharp fingernails dug into my shoulders, yanking me backward into someone's chest. I gritted my teeth together in irritation, wildly swinging a punch into the air. It was a successful shot, I managed to connect my fist with someone's jaw. I jerked away from the hands holding me back to see a man cupping his jaw, face scrunched up in pain and howling loudly over the thump of music.

I threw a punch again but my fist got caught by the howling man's hand. The man yanked my arm behind, pulling hard as if he was planning on snapping the tendons in my arm. Despite the pressure and pain building in my shoulder joint. I searched for the gun shoved securely behind the waistband of my jeans.

'Getting a gun out in a club is a stupid stupid idea.'

A tinny voice in the back of my head called out. But my built-up rage violently quashed the voice. I slowly lowered the glinting gun to my side, pointing the mouth of the gun toward the guy's foot.

I shouldn't open fire in a nightclub full of people. I shouldn't shoot at anyone. I was supposed to grab Mc and leave but my stupid temper complicated things and I was fucking pissed. So without further thought, I allowed my anger to consume me and pulled back the gun's trigger, firing a clean shot into the man's boot.

He collapsed to the ground, screeching with pain and alerting the dancing people nearby of his state. A group of men having a party spotted the distressed and injured man lying on the floor and screamed at the blood trickling around their footwear. They stumbled away with fear in their eyes, noticing me and the gun in my hand. The guys yelped when I returned the gaze, turning around to violently push past people so they could reach the exit.

I dragged my eyes upward from my fainted victim and latched my eyes onto Mc who was now kneeling by the floor, coughing manically. The man who had her in the chokehold must've witnessed the scene and ran away before he could get hurt too.

I was feeling very unplayful and un-chill. I rushed to Mc and hoisted her up by grabbing Mc's upper arm. I didn't allow her to regain her breathing. It'd slow us down and get us in trouble. Even if they're drunk, people will take notice of the blood seeping onto the dance floor in minutes, perhaps seconds.

Quickly tucking my gun away in the waistband of my black jeans, I guided Mc towards the entrance where an unsuspecting bouncer nodded at us, pushing the door I exited the building alongside Mc and took a right, briskly walking into a side road and moving as far away as possible from the soon-to-be crime scene. I wasn't supposed to do that. Fuck!

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Mc focus.

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The cool night air is pleasant against my skin, it relieved the heat that clung to me. Jace marched me down several side streets and now sobering up I rubbed my bleary eyes and looked at him. He did not look like he wanted to speak. His jaw was clenched, making the bone prominent, and his eyes were set on the empty street. His dark brows were furrowed and the bruising grip on my wrist was painfully tight.

"Hey, JD." I hissed but he didn't even glance at me. "My wrist is hurting, let go."

Suddenly Jace slammed a hand in front of my chest, pushing me roughly against the brick wall of someone's coffee shop. I yelped when coarse brick pressed against my head and... When Jace pressed against my front face, undeniably close to me. He harshly slipped his thigh between my legs, keeping me in place. His hand that was holding my wrist was yanked into the air above my head and slapped against the wall.

Jace pulled his face closer to me, making me gulp down my saliva and look away from his glaring eyes. I stared down at the ground, nibbling on my lip hard.

"You shouldn't have left Lex's side, fuck. You weren't even supposed to be in a fucking nightclub!" He snarled loudly, "Who the fuck said you can go and create fights with fucking thugs? They're stronger and bigger than you. What do you think would have happened if I hadn't come?" Jace hissed lowly, his breath was fanning over my lips, making me feel nervous inside.

"I don't know," I whispered, looking down. Tears started to well up in my eyes, and salty tears threatened to spill out of the confines of my eyelids. I didn't want to cry, so I closed my eyes tightly trying to calm my breath down. Without thinking I tilted my head forward and placed my forehead on his shoulder gently, whilst hoping for the tears to stop welling in my eyes.

Jace stayed quiet for a while so I sat down on the ground with my head lolling forwards slightly. I saw him sit up too with his legs outstretched and hands resting between his legs, busily fumbling with his fingers as he was staring out into the distance.

He suddenly coughed breaking the silence. "We should probably go." He said casually, rummaging around his pockets for his phone.

"Did you have fun at least?" He asked, his phone screen lit up, showing the numbers displayed. It was way past midnight.

"It was fun yeah, we danced a lot," I mumbled lazily, letting my eyelids droop close and drawing my dress over to keep myself warm a little.

"It would have been more fun if you were there with me," I whispered, letting my head fall onto Jace's shoulder. I felt him tensing up so I reached out my hand with eyes still closed, to poke at his arm.

"No tense. relax." I smiled sleepily. "Don't leave me again." I yawned, opening my eyes slowly to look at him for a short a while before closing my eyes again.

"You remind me of someone and I only feel safe with you, so don't leave me again. Let's just stick together."

He stayed quiet for a while but finally, he got up, making me stand up gently.

"Alright, Mc. We stick together."

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Jake focus.

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Lex's apartment was only a seven-minutes walk. Seven-minute walk where a sleepy Mc clung to me like a koala, taking the phrase "stick together" quite literally. But my hell is finally over when I managed to push her up the stairs leading to Lex's apartment door. We climbed up the stairs and I fumbled for a second, looking for my set of keys before slotting the correct one in.

The door unlocked to reveal a dark apartment, the curtains were closed, dimming the streetlamp's light streaming in from the window. I had to drag a tired and slurring Mc to the guest bedroom whilst fighting my way through the thick cables and wires pooling at my feet. I nudged the door open carefully with the tip of my shoe. I wandered in with a mumbling Mc and halfheartedly seated the girl on the edge of the bed.

"Mc, take your heels off," I murmured, shaking her shoulder to wake her up. Mc sat up for a second, yawning, and then promptly she fell backward, splaying out on the bed and rubbing her eyes. I didn't bother to put up a fight with her, so I kneeled to match the height of Mc's legs. I rolled my eyes when Mc daintily lifted a low top-heel foot into the air for me to take it off. Gritting my teeth together I placed the sole of her shoe onto my thigh and started to take them off.

Once I took off her heels, Mc curled into a ball, gradually slowing her breathing and eventually drifting off to a deep slumber. I stood over there next to her for a second, softening my look at her peaceful face, and turned around. Walking out of the room and into the main room where dim yellow light was now filtering into the room.

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Mc focus.

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I stirred in my sleep for a second, hearing heavy footsteps creak against the floorboards, making me lift my eyes to see the back of Jace walking out of the room and into another. Leaving the door open whilst doing so.

I lazily watched him through the gap in the door, noticing him standing in the middle of the room for a second, then turning his head to look at someone approaching him. It was a small blurry figure who padded toward Jace, stopping just in front of him.

I blinked my eyes quickly to focus my vision on the blurry figure. I quickly recognize the person. It was Lex. I spotted Lex standing on her tiptoe, wearing nothing but an oversized long-sleeved top. She reached up to cup Jace's cheeks with her hands.

They exchange a few hushed words before Lex closed her eyes, leaning forward to press her lips against Jace's own. Lex pulled away after a few tense seconds and they both talked softly whilst standing close to one another. Her hands were still cupping his face, making him look directly at her as they spoke in low volumes.

My visions blurred and it didn't last long when my eyes closed. Pulling me into darkness.

The next morning, I woke up with head pain. The pain throbbed throughout my entire head, and punched the backs of my eyes. I sat up in bed slowly, aware of the pounding in my head and the emptiness of my stomach. My throat was dry and my limbs were sticky with sweat.

I blinked for a few seconds, focusing on my bearings. I recognized the room as the one Jace had dragged me into last night to let me sleep. Recognizing the room in which I was sleeping seemed to have triggered a set of fresh memories to flood into my head. My mind struggled to process the flood of last night's memories. Everything was clear yet so blurry. I saw scenes but I don't remember what happened to cause those particular scenes.

I plopped back onto the bed and frowned, furrowing my brows at last night's still images of a fight taking place and dancing to shitty songs.

Lex wanted to have fun so we went out to a party. She gave a USB stick thingy to someone and then we danced and got drunk. Then I ditched her to dance and got into an argument with a thug man. He was mad at me. I remember Jace popping up and trying to stop the fight. He punched the guy and I was cheering him on. Then we tried to run away after that but other people stopped us...Something happened and they ran away, scared. I don't remember what happened though.

Jace dragged me out and he was really angry. Did I rest my head... on Jace's shoulder? What the hell, Mc?

I remember we sat there silently and I ended up making promises to him. What was the promise again? The last words of last night floated into my mind.

"Alright, Mc. We stick together."

No. No. Hell to fucking no.

"Aw, she's awake!" Lex suddenly barged into my room cheerfully and flashed me a bright smile. She was holding a plate of omelet and apple juice. She set the food on the bedside table, turning her gaze to me.

"Ah, I forgot to do shopping this week so today I made you something simple!" Lex chuckled, slightly awkwardly.

"Don't worry." I shook my head, frowning at my croaked voice and sore throat. "I like an omelet."

"What happened to your voice?"

"She was put in a chokehold yesterday." Someone from behind answered Lex. I turned around to recognize someone as  Jace who was standing in the doorway shirtless, he crossed his arms rising an eyebrow at me.

"Chokehold?" Lex mumbled to herself before nodding. "Oh, yeah. You told me about last night." She hummed, her eyes suddenly narrowed. "Speaking of last night, why the hell did you ditch me?" Lex asked, picking up one of the bed's cushions and playfully whacking me over the head with it.

I laughed, weakly lifting my arms to protect myself from Lex's hits whilst apologizing quietly. "I'm sorry!"

"I forgive you only because I need someone to talk to other than the red eye. He tends to get a little boring sometimes."

"Fuck off, Lex."

"I love you too. Now-" Lex breakoff, looking to Jace. "Goddamn, wear a shirt."

"I tend not to." Jace shrugged, the muscles in his shoulders flexed as he shrugged them. I looked away quickly.

"Wear. A. Shirt!"

Whilst they bickered. I remembered something else about last night. It was a fuzzy memory but I remembered something about Lex and Jace...kissing?

I recollected faded images of Lex reaching up to peck Jace on the lips, doing the little action directly outside my room. Holding my breath in at the recollection of their moment. I looked up to look at both of them.

Are they in a relationship?

I felt something inside of me crack. It was something small inside of me. Something so small and irrelevant that I almost dismissed the feeling as nothing. But I felt it. I wished I hadn't.

I took the juice and gulped down the waves of disappointment felt deep inside my chest. Are you seriously back on the idea of liking Jace? That's so stupid, Mc. He's your kidnapper, you shouldn't feel anything at all for him except strong dislike and disgust.

But how I was supposed to hate him when he keep doing all these nice things for me?

And so what if Lex and Jace are together?

'You like him, Mc.' A tiny voice retorted inside my head. 'And you're hurt by the idea of then being a couple.'

I didn't deny it, instead, I shoved the omelet inside my mouth and kept my thoughts with hurt feelings to myself.

I didn't know if any more kisses were exchanged or if anything more was shared between them. But when I went into Lex's bathroom to brush my teeth and shower. The idea of Lex and Jace doing 'couple' things behind the bathroom door makes my feelings go numb. I was upset but it's nothing that immensely affected me.

I don't have anything with Jace. My attraction towards him isn't a big thing. Just I was missing Jake and this idiot right there reminded me of Jake. I had thought of any possibilities if Jace was Jake. But why would he lie? Why would he use the hard ways to be with me? Why would he hide his identity?

But I could never feel romantically involved with the kidnapper, so why I am starting to feel like this with Jace when I am down to earth for Jake? Could he be Jake who is scared to reveal himself to me?

.

Jake focus.

.

Mc was being weirdly silent. I observed her listening quietly to Lex who complained about the viruses blocking up her computers. A freshly showered Mc was sitting hunched up on the couch, watching Lex working at her computers, hacking god knows how many files.

Eh.

She's probably resting her throat, I nodded to myself and looked away from her at the window beside me. I was sitting on the kitchen bar stool, by the window. It was early in the morning. Probably the best time to leave Lex's apartment and get back on track. The track to get over her meanwhile making her hate the perfect image she created inside her about me.

"Mc, grab your shit. We're leaving soon." I ordered with an eyebrow. She looked up confused but followed my instructions and padded into the bedroom she slept in last night.

"Why are you leaving so soon? Jake, you don't contact me for months and then you appear out of fucking nowhere. Stay here for a couple of days at least before leaving, I've grown a liking to her too. Your plan fucking sucks." She whispered in a hushed tone, irritated. I sighed, feeling a bit of guilt building inside me.

"Lex, as soon as I'll be done with Mc. I will call you and we can go down to the beach alright?" I smiled at her kindly. "And about Mc. She's not made for our world. So it's best if I let her go with the worst image of me." I mumbled noticing Mc wandering back into the room with a plastic bag in her hand.

I took this as my cue and walked toward the hallway where I had dumped my backpack. I slipped into my boots, looking to Lex. "Goodbye Lex. Call me if you need anything." I smiled at her, wearing my black cap on my head.

"A day on the beach, remember," Lex confirmed, smiling tiredly at me before turning her head to look at Mc sadly.

"Bye, Mc. It's been fun while it lasted," She murmured, sighing softly. "Take care."

I sighed walking out of the door, I heard Mc saying bye and soon her footsteps followed me in a rush.

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Mc focus.

.

As usual Jace made his way through the pedestrians that shared the sidewalk with him, his hand was, of course, wrapped around my wrist which he tugged at when I failed to keep up with his fast march.

I trailed after Jace blankly as we moved further and further down toward the area where he had parked the motorcycle yesterday afternoon.

Sighing and lifting a hand to my furrowed eyebrows, I shielded my tired eyes. The sun was way too bright for my eyes and my hangovers didn't make it easy either. Never drink again.

I groaned internally when Jace tugged hard on my wrist, almost dislocating my hand from my arm.

"Hey?" Jace called over his shoulder, sending a sharp look at exhausted me. "Hurry up."

I didn't want to make him mad, so lazily stumbling I tried to catch up with Jace's side. We walked together, no more likely he marched towards to when I was stumbling with my bruised feet. He suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence between us.

"Okay. What the fuck is up with you?"

I looked at his side to see him intensely staring at me as we walked down the bustling pavement.

"What do you mean?" I murmured, quickly looking away before I could, I don't know. Melt under his hard gaze perhaps?

"I said-" Jace started but stopped abruptly when something in front of him caught his attention. "What the fuck has happened to the motorcycle?" He asked with teeth gritted together, staring ahead.

I lifted my head to see the motorcycle which should've been in perfect condition and standing parked by the side of the road, was now lying across the asphalt road, metal parts strewn all over the concrete and paintwork dented and scratched up by something. My mouth dropped open, intaking the destroyed motorcycle lying just two meters away from us.

What the hell happened?

.

Jake focus.

.

I was not worried about the motorcycle's condition but I was slightly worried about the recognizable men that were standing by the now shattered motorcycle, casually swinging their baseball bats. The people of Duskwood didn't even seem fazed by their swinging baseball bats. Many pedestrians warily glanced at them but ignored them afterward, quickly walking away from the thugs.

All of them were looking down at the battered motorcycle, shit-eating grins etched on their faces as they admired their handwork. I recognized them, they were men from last night who had attacked me and Mc. But now it seemed like they have multiplied overnight. Becoming a group of a maximum of ten and not just five.

You've gotta be kidding me.

The one's nose I had broken was also there with his ugly bruised nose fixed up by a measly plaster that does nothing to help the injury. Just looking at the aggravating man, the ring leader of the group, makes my hands unwillingly curl up into fists again.

No, Jake.

You're not meant to engage in any fights. Last night was an exception but now, what you need to do is get moving and take Mc to a safe place.

No fighting.

Just then, Mc seemed to recognize the man as well. She gasped quietly, turning her head to face me.

"JD, aren't they the ones from last-?"

"Yeah." I breathed, cutting off her."Fuck yeah, they've tracked us down. I don't know how the hell they did that, but they did." I quietly murmured, speaking more to myself than her.

How the hell did these outdated gangsters find us in this city? I rolled my eyes back, irritated at the situation at hand.

"We have to go," I ordered quietly, pulling Mc's body close to my side and forcefully turning her around, I pushed her in the opposite direction we were supposed to walk. Because if we will try to pass by them, they will spot us in seconds and I don't want to have an encounter with these baseball bat-wielding thugs.

Despise wishes, the men noticed us with their beady eyes when I was pushing Mc to indicate her to walk. But she didn't even look where she was going and accidentally stumbled upon an elderly senior foot with her borrowed boots from Lex. The senior shrieked in pain.

"Fucking move, Mc. Move."

Due to the senior loud shrieking, the thugs crane their flabby necks to look at the sea of faces on the sidewalk where dozens of people walked. I looked over my shoulder for a split second. Bad mistake, Jake.

Fucking hell, you fucking idiot! Why'd you turned your head for?

My eyes immediately caught the attention of the man I'd wanted to dodge. Broken fucking nose narrowed his eyes in realization and scowled at my face before swiftly turning to face his men, barking a series of orders and pointing an accusatory finger in my direction. The group of ten men turned their necks around at once and began to run toward us.

"Fucking hell. They saw us-" I cursed, barging past the angered senior, and dragging Mc down the road, I ran past several pedestrians. Mc got the memo and surprisingly ran to catch up with my speed.

My eyes darted in all directions as we were running down the stretch of a sidewalk. To my right was a wide road where cars and trucks were stuck in traffic, and on my left was a fucking brick wall, and behind me, right on our tails, was a ten-member gang running to catch us.

Wherever we would go, people was surrounding us. Which is 50% good, and 50% not so good. Lots of people mean good coverage, we can use it to our advantage by hiding in and out. But it's not so good what with the number of people we're possibly endangering by getting pushed and exposed to the thugs.

Not wanting to cause an accident on this busy sidewalk, I quickly stepped onto the road and dashed in and out of cars stuck in traffic. I ignored the beep of horns and yells of drivers, jumping over bonnets and running past side mirrors, nearly knocking them off the cars. I looked over my shoulder to see Mc following me close by, simply running with all her might and not doing the extreme athletic jumping and dodging as I do.

I turned around, dodging a cyclist before climbing onto the opposite sidewalk which it's less busy with people. I hurtled down the sidewalk, tugging Mc along with me. Rounding the corner, I looked over my shoulder for a split second to see the thugs dodging in and out of the traffic, manically denting cars and smashing windows, making their war toward us.

Crazy fuckers.

Now's the chance to lose them whilst they're stuck in traffic. Panting hard, I quickly rounded the corner, slowing down into a jog as we assessed the new street. It was as crowded as the last, maybe even more. But there was something additional about this street. They had an old car park, a three-storey car park for a shopping mall nearby. It was the perfect hiding place. The inside was darkened to the max, the only source of light was the orange glow of the exit and entrance signs and the vague sunlight streaming through the gaps in the crumbling walls.

I speed up without alerting Mc, making her gasp at the sudden speed. I ignored her weak whines and forced her to run toward the car park where all types of cars were lined up. My backpack whacked me repeatedly and my heart was pounding against my ribcage, threatening to burst and split my chest into two if I will keep up with the intense running. Mc was in a similar condition but can't stop.

We ran to the entrance of the parking lot and ducked under the blocking pole that allowed cars to enter the parking lot. There was several shouts behind our back as we were running into the dark car park but both of us ignored them.

I have to keep her safe. At any cost.

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Mc focus.

.

We ducked behind a brick wall for a few seconds, trying to regain a normal breathing rate.

"I'm exhausted." I choked out, feeling my chest rising and falling rapidly. I let my body slide to the ground pathetically. I felt Jace's hand massaging my shoulder as I was panting for more air to fill in my burning lungs.

"Come on, Mc." He urged breathlessly.

"I can't anymore." I breathed deeply, shaking my head. "My lungs are burning." I pant out tiredly, gazing at his...worried expression?

"Mc, we can relax as soon as we lose these guys but we're not gonna lose them if we're going to sit here." Jace panted, but his words seemed to not follow his body because he struggled to stand still himself. I pushed his enclosed hand away from my wrist weakly.

"I can't run anymore," I whispered, closing my eyes.

"Mc, I'm not gonna." Jace tiredly hoisted me up to his feet. "Get killed just because you can't handle a little more running." He gritted out, marching me down the pretty much desolate car park.

I groaned but staggered after him, following close by as we ducked behind cars and were running across open spaces with our hearts racing, fearing being seen by the thugs. After ducking behind another row of cars, I held my ground, refusing to follow his orders anymore.

"JD there's no one here. Can we just rest for a second?" I hissed, feeling sweat roll down my neck and my back. "please." I begged.

"Mc, we're-" Jace stopped speaking abruptly when he saw something behind me. Before I could react, he placed both hands on my chest and harshly pushed me to the hard ground. I fell backward onto the rough gravel, hissing in pain as my head collided with the ground. I looked up, angered by his sudden actions, wanting to yell at him for being such a fucking dickhead.

Only to stop myself and words when I saw Jace hunched over a little, blood oozing out of a wound on his forehead. Thin crimson tendrils trickle down the side of Jace's face, coming to a stop by his clenched jaw.

"JD?" I whispered, seeing him straighten his body and glare at something behind me with a careful hand pressed against his wound. Following his gaze, I turned my head quickly to see the thug from last night. The same one I pissed off yesterday. The same one Jace had injured the face of with a heavy punch to the nose.

The lone thug was holding a baseball bat of his own, swinging the now blood-stained wooden bat maliciously in his hand whilst donning a smirk on his ridiculously ugly features. My heartbeat stilled for a second.

Did Jace push me down so he'd get hit instead of me?

I caught sight of the bloodied bat, gulping at the red- Oh my god, Jace. I quickly scrambled to get up and practically crawled to get to Jace's injured side, clasping a hand around his forearm. "JD," I repeated softly but Jace didn't reply.

"Knew you will come in here." The man chuckled sarcastically.  "My prediction is good." The man beamed, proud of himself.

The proud smile on the thug's face was soon overtaken by a dark sneer. Thug inspected the wet blood smeared on his bat before looking at Jace with eyebrows raised.

"Surprised you're not unconscious, skeleton." He mused. "Should I hit you again?" He questioned rhetorically, chortling and lifting the bat into the air.

"Which one do I hit? Skeleton or little arrogant bitch here?" Thug asked himself innocently. The man looked over at me trembling silently beside Jace.

"You annoyed me first so I'll hit you first." He decided, pointing the tip of the bat at me. Jace immediately reacted and pushed me behind him with a protective stance on.

I probably shouldn't have in this situation but I felt my heart skip a beat at the small action.

But I also felt that Jace's little action made him unable to stay standing up any longer and he was about to lose consciousness due to the open wound.

"Cute." Thug whistled before locking his eyes with Jace. "Then how about you? You have gotten all quiet. Last night, you had so much to say, same with you too, pretty but arrogant little bitch." He sneered mockingly, twirling his bat around to prove his words.

It was silent for two seconds before Jace quietly voiced out. "All bark but no bite."

"What did you say?" Thug growled immediately, he moved closer toward me and Jace with a firm grip on his bat.

"Hey, you hag." Jace started, smiling lazily despite the blood covering a third of his face. "I'm holding a gun." He mused, lifting his gun into the air and pointing the gun at the thug's chest. Thug stopped in his tracks, surprised at the sudden appearance of the weapon in Jace's hand.

Jace cocked his head. "How are you gonna bark now?" Jace questioned mockingly, running the pad of his thumb over the trigger.

"You little shit." Thug snarled but didn't make any further movement. As if he was waiting for Jace to make his decision. Jace half smiled, bringing a slow finger to the trigger. The thug might not see that but I saw the unsteady waver in Jace's raised arm.

Please. Just do it already, before you get hurt. I pleaded mentally, looking at Jace.

Perhaps Jace had felt my unease because he pulled the trigger, allowing a loud bang to follow the small bullet, heading straight deep into the man's chest, initiating spurts of dark blood to leave the bullet wound.

"You should know how to not mess with me after last night," Jace mumbled, looking at the struggling man with disgust.

The thug's expression resembled pain. His bat clattered to the ground shortly afterward, and the thug dropped to his knees and landed on the concrete ground. The maroon blood was flowing onto the ground beneath him.

I gasped at the sight, hurriedly looking away. Unknowingly burying my face into Jace's neck. He smelt like faint cologne and mint cigarettes. It was somewhat of a comforting smell for me.

Did he kill him?

'It was either him or you.'

A familiar tiny voice in my head reasoned with me.

I got snapped out of my thoughts when Jace suddenly tilted backwards onto me. His whole weight beared down onto me. I struggled to hold up his weight so I lowered him to the ground slowly. Setting the boy on the ground and sitting by Jace's head. I ignored the bleeding guy, cupping Jace's cheeks gently.

"Jace-" I called out for him with my eyes blankly wide. "Hey, wake up. We have to go! Hey!" I begged desperately, seeing his eyes closed and mouth parted the slightest bit. "Please, don't you dare die on me!"

Panicked I started looking around, needing help but all I could see was darkness. Faint outlines of cars, and the body behind me.

What do I do?

I raked a shaky hand through my dark hair, turning back to look at Jace. "Please wake up," I begged in a soft tone, patting his cheek in an attempt to wake him up.

"Jace, please. You said we have to stick together, please don't leave me alone now." Tears started to prick my eyes as I was staring at unconscious Jace. At the incessant amount of blood dribbling down his face, feeling utterly helpless and alone without his tugging and almost dislocating my wrist to him to follow him. Out of nowhere, someone suddenly yelled.

"Boss! you called for us!" I heard stomps of many feet sounding throughout the car park, sounding only a mere distance away.

"No, please no." I whispered, covering Jace with my hands, unsure about what to do "That's his men, Jace please wake up." I pleaded quietly with tears spilling down my cheeks. I heard the heavy footsteps, the footsteps belonging to people who'll beat Jace senselessly for killing their boss.

What to do, fuck. Think hardly Mc you don't have much time.

I gripped my hair, trying to think of ideas. I dragged my eyes upward to see a black jeep parked directly in front of me, my reflection visible in the sleek metal. The gap underneath the car looks spacious enough to fit a human. I checked the car heightened wheels. I gulped at the idea forming in my head.

Oh god, this is crazy.

I pushed Jace upright, my hands grabbed his backpack, and pushed the item under the car first before slowly lowering Jace's head to the ground and moving him inch by inch towards the ten-centimeter-away jeep but it was difficult with Jace's body weight. My own body also hurt badly from dancing and drinking last night and from running as fast as I could down two streets. My unathletic arms ache in protest when I budged Jace's almost lifeless form under a godamn jeep.

Despite my weak limbs, I managed to do the task just in time. Jace was pushed to the center of the car's underside. Holding my breath and laying beneath, I heard the shouts of the thugs as they were running towards their leader, rage filled in their voices as they crowded around the body, completely unaware of my and Jace's presence underneath a car beside them.

I was laying, not moving an inch beneath the car. I looked over at my side to watch the scene whilst opening my mouth to breathe through. The thugs feet are the only thing I can identify from where I am laying on the ground but I listened to the group's sharp cries.

"Boss! What happened? Who did this to you? Boss! Wake up!" Several of the men bend down by the dead body, trying to shake the man awake.

"I bet it was that couple! I'll break their bones for what they've done to the boss." One man yelled.

"Yeah! Let's go to hunt them down!" Someone grunted, standing to his feet and walked close to the jeep. I held my breath, feeling new tears fall from my face. Hot fearful tears which sear my cheeks as they rolled down.

I'm afraid. I don't want to die and I don't want this hag to die. Shitty thug or not, he had people caring for him. I don't want to be hiding under a polluting jeep with an unconscious body beside me. I don't want to be here at this moment.

"Something's wrong!" One of them cried, and I felt even shittier, watching from the bottom of the car. "I don't feel a pulse." The man choked out, making the men grow still and quiet.

"Bullshit, he's alive. Get him up boys, he needs to see a doctor." A man ordered but his tone wavered slightly. The thugs followed his order quickly.

Placing my palm over my mouth, I suppressed my sobs. Watching the thug getting lifted from the ground, gave me a clear view of the man's blood-engorged chest. It wasn't something I wanted to see.

"I'm going to skin those bastards alive and make them pay." a man emotionlessly stated and all of them walked away from the jeep.

Even when I was sure that I'd heard the last footsteps recede. Even when it had been five minutes of silence underneath the car, I didn't move, nor I stopped muffling my cries. I just laid there beside an unconscious Jace and breathed in pungent car fumes, crying pathetically. I patted around behind me for Jace and grabbed ahold of his hand, enclosing my palm around his index finger.

I turned around to look at him with teary eyes. I noticed something unusual about his neck. Something that I've never noticed. The red eye tattoo with words written under it.

Nym-0s

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Jake?

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One other set piece worth examining is a nighttime foot chase through the streets of Venice, which culminates inthe apparent death of Rebecca Ferguson's character, Ilsa Faust, who has been a fixture in McQuarrie's Mission: Impossible run. The sequence begins in a stylish Italian nightclub before spilling out into La Serenissima, with a pulse-pounding pursuit that pits Ethan and Ilsa against the corporeal threat of Morales's Gabriel, but also against the Entity.

"They shot so much of that, like five times as much as what's in the movie," Hamilton says. "And you're constantly compressing it and trying to intercut this, intercut that. How do we get Ethan here? Does the audience understand that the entity is impersonating Benji? Is that working? How do we bounce off Benji and Luther? It feels effortless because we’ve really crafted it, but I promise you, it's bumpy and lumpy and unfocused and quite a mess when it starts out. But we just keep working at it. Sometimes we’ll go through the same scene, like, 40 times a day, just carving through every tiny little emotional nuance and every frame to say, 'Is this the best it can be?' It's important that your eye is guided around the frame and you feel the emotion and the graphics are just very simple to understand."

The sequence was a particularly important moment for the editor, given Ilsa's ultimate fate.

"We only really cracked that scene after a year and a half of work," he explains. "It does seem to have the right effect on the audience, which I'm glad about. You're talking to somebody who was there on day one of Rebecca Ferguson's screen test on Rogue Nation. I've worked on every single nuance of that character. Every single moment of her in these three movies has gone through my fingertips, with love and care and passion. And I love Rebecca as a person as well, so I'm very attached to that character. No one was more concerned about this than I was. It's hard to talk about it, really."

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The Best Way to Command Attention: An Unforgettable Confidence Approach with a Latex Dress

Latex clothing has moved way beyond the underground scene and is now a force to reckon with, in mainstream fashion. A latex dress, in particular, is arguably the most compelling statement piece that anyone who wants to stand out can do.

Whether you're heading to a special event, a night out, or just to explore your style, a striking latex dress is bound to command attention like no other fabric. Now, let's delve right into why latex clothing is so alluring and why it's almost become an absolute necessity for the fashionable.

Why Rubber Dresses Are the New Red-Carpet Staple

Latex is more than just a fabric; it is a feeling. With the high-gloss inside and tight fit, it is sure to elevate your appearance. The material molds to your body, accentuating every curve and giving a sleek second-skin effect. Unlike other fabrics, latex does not compassionately drape over your form; it augments it. This makes it the go-to fabric for confidence, power, and sensuality.

From catwalks to nightclubs, latex clothing is catching the eyes of designers and fashion enthusiasts alike. Celebrities such as Kim Kardashian and Lady Gaga have recently been at the forefront of pushing latex back into the limelight, getting people to realize that this once-niche material can be very glamorous or extremely daring. Being at any cocktail party or a themed event in a perfect-fitting latex dress can guarantee that all eyes will be on you.

Perfect Attires Worth Wearing for Each Occasion

One of the most favorable things about latex dresses is their versatility. While some may associate latex with edgy or provocative types of clothing, latex can be as classy or as wild as you like. You can find latex dresses in various designs, and cuts and at different lengths; from classic A-line dresses to sassy bodycon mini dresses.

This is my party look-set the dance floor ablaze in a skintight latex dress and heels. A stage me red or black; that makes a killer impression.

Also, refined styles like latex pencil dresses give that perfect balance of refinement and that incandescent gleam.

For themed parties and fetes, latex is frequently selected due to its eye-catching quality, be it costume parties, fetish or cosplay events. Any time you require swirling stares don't look for other dresses but choose a latex one.

Tricks to Wearing Latex with Confidence

It is going to be a little scary for women who have yet to wear latex. There is yet nothing that warrants such concern. Follow this for a great fitting and confident walk in your latex dress:

Find a snug fit at first has to be fitted, not tight: Check the size chart before wearing it, and use, as needed, the dressing aid or lubricant to help for a smooth slip into the material.

Polish Your Fetishes: The highlight of latex, of course, is the shine attraction about latex begins there. However, most latex clothing is sold in a matte finish so you need to use a latex shine product also; otherwise, there will be no sheen.

Avoid overaccessorizing: Keep it to a minimum dress, after all, is already a statement. Pair it with dark yet stylish jewelry and killer heels.

Take care of your latex: After use, wash your latex dress with lukewarm water and a gentle soap and store it properly to save the shine and return.

Why Latex Is More Than a Fad

Right now, latex is more than just a core material for alternative fashion scenes; it is also creeping into most trendsetter closets all around the world. It makes one feel empowered because of its fit, shine, and feel. The interplay of the fit, shine and feel culminates in a garment that not only makes the wearer hot but makes her feel invincible.

So, the next time you bathe for a night out or are planning your show-stopping ensemble, wink at the latex dress-sartorial formality. You will command the room while also being empowered, confident, and ready for anything. Given good styling and care a latex dress, can quickly become your signature piece to make a vivid, lasting impression. Command the evening and the night with a confidence that only a striking latex dress can lend.

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The Ultimate Bucks Party in Sydney

Planning the ultimate bucks party in Sydney requires a mix of excitement, fun, and memorable experiences. Sydney offers a vibrant array of activities that cater to every type of groom-to-be. Whether your crew is into high-adrenaline adventures or laid-back leisure, this city has it all. For thrill-seekers, start your day with jet boating around Sydney Harbour or perhaps some paintballing. These activities are sure to give everyone a rush of energy and spark some friendly competition. If you're looking for something more relaxed, a luxury yacht cruise along the harbor provides breathtaking views and a sophisticated atmosphere for toasting the groom. When it comes to nightlife, Sydney doesn't disappoint. You can reserve a private room at one of Sydney's top bars or clubs to ensure the group has a VIP experience. Many venues offer tailored packages for bucks parties, including drinks, food, and entertainment. A night out in Sydney can be as wild or as refined as you want it to be, and the city’s nightlife will cater to all preferences. No bucks party in Sydney would be complete without a memorable meal. The city offers diverse dining options, from high-end steakhouses to gourmet burger joints. Choose a venue that suits the group’s taste, and enjoy a feast before the night kicks off. Whether your plan is a jam-packed day of activities or a more chilled celebration, Sydney’s extensive options ensure your bucks party is one to remember.

Ultimate Guide to Planning a Bucks Party in Sydney

Planning the perfect bucks party in Sydney requires creativity, organization, and a bit of insider knowledge. Sydney offers a wealth of venues, activities, and entertainment options that cater to every type of groom-to-be. From adrenaline-packed adventures like go-karting and paintball to more relaxed activities like whiskey tasting or chartered yacht cruises on the harbor, the choices are endless. When organizing the event, consider the groom’s preferences and the group’s budget. Popular areas such as Darling Harbour and Bondi Beach are great starting points for a memorable night out. Be sure to plan in advance to ensure availability, especially for top-rated activities.

Best Bucks Party Venues in Sydney

Choosing the right venue is essential for a successful bucks party in Sydney. Some of the best options include exclusive rooftop bars with stunning views of the Sydney skyline, private function rooms in popular pubs, and waterfront venues that allow for a mix of indoor and outdoor activities. For a more laid-back celebration, renting a private house or beachside property could be the perfect choice. Sydney also boasts a variety of nightclubs, where the party can continue well into the night. Each venue offers something unique, so choose one that aligns with the groom’s personality and party theme.

Adrenaline-Pumping Activities for a Bucks Party in Sydney

If your group is seeking adventure, adrenaline-pumping activities are a must for a bucks party in Sydney. The city offers an array of thrilling experiences, including skydiving over the beautiful coast, jet boating around the harbor, and quad biking in nearby outdoor areas. These activities are ideal for grooms who enjoy excitement and action. Sydney's outdoor adventure scene is vibrant, with options like surfing lessons at Bondi Beach or a bridge climb for unparalleled views. Incorporating high-energy experiences into the day ensures an unforgettable celebration for both the groom and his friends.

Relaxed Bucks Party Ideas in Sydney

Not every bucks party needs to be a high-octane event. For those seeking a more relaxed vibe, Sydney offers plenty of laid-back options. Consider organizing a brewery or distillery tour, where you can sample craft beers or spirits while learning about the brewing process. Another popular idea is a yacht cruise around Sydney Harbour, allowing the group to enjoy drinks, good company, and breathtaking views. A day spent wine tasting in the nearby Hunter Valley could also provide a sophisticated and memorable experience. These calmer activities allow for quality time and meaningful conversation.

Bucks Party in Sydney: Nightlife Hotspots

Sydney’s vibrant nightlife scene provides endless options for a bucks party in Sydney. Start the night at one of the city’s many rooftop bars, where the groom and his mates can enjoy expertly crafted cocktails with views of the Opera House and Harbour Bridge. From there, head to a lively nightclub in areas like Kings Cross or Darlinghurst. These locations are known for their high-energy dance floors, live DJs, and stylish settings. For a more exclusive experience, consider booking a VIP table at a top-tier club, ensuring the group gets the star treatment.

Unique Bucks Party Themes for a Sydney Celebration

Themed bucks parties are a fun way to add a personal touch to the celebration. Sydney’s diverse venues allow for creative themes ranging from retro 80s to tropical luaus. Costumes, matching outfits, and coordinated party favors help bring the theme to life. Another idea is to host a casino night, complete with poker, blackjack, and a professional dealer. Alternatively, a beach party theme with casual attire and games like volleyball or frisbee can be a hit. Whatever theme you choose, be sure it reflects the groom’s personality and adds an element of surprise to the event.

Chartering a Private Boat for a Bucks Party in Sydney

For a truly unforgettable bucks party in Sydney, consider chartering a private boat. Sydney Harbour is one of the most scenic backdrops for a celebration, and a private cruise allows the group to enjoy it in style. Many boat charters offer packages that include food, drinks, and entertainment, ensuring the day is worry-free. Whether you prefer a relaxing day on the water or a lively onboard party with music and dancing, a boat cruise caters to both. This option provides an exclusive and intimate setting, making it perfect for smaller groups who want a unique experience.

Conclusion

Organizing a bucks party in Sydney offers endless possibilities, from adrenaline-pumping adventures to sophisticated and relaxed experiences. Whether your group prefers cruising Sydney Harbour on a private yacht, exploring the city’s nightlife, or enjoying a laid-back barbecue at a beachside park, the options are tailored to every groom’s personality and interests. Planning early, choosing the right activities, and considering the groom's preferences will ensure a memorable day for everyone involved. With so many venues and activities, Sydney stands out as the ultimate destination for an unforgettable bucks party.

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A Tourist's Guide to Las Vegas Cannabis Laws and Etiquette

Las Vegas, the Entertainment Capital of the World, is renowned for its vibrant nightlife, exquisite resorts, and round-the-clock entertainment. With the legalization of recreational marijuana in Nevada, Las Vegas has also become a hotspot for cannabis aficionados. But with great bud comes great responsibility – understanding the local cannabis laws and etiquette is crucial for an enjoyable and compliant experience. Whether you're a local or a visitor looking to partake, this guide will ensure you do so responsibly and within the boundaries of the law.

Navigating the Cannabis Legality Maze

Recreational marijuana was legalized in Nevada in 2016, under Question 2, the Regulation and Taxation of Marijuana Act. However, there are still some important dos and don'ts to keep in mind:

Who Can Purchase: You must be at least 21 years old to purchase cannabis in Nevada. Remember to bring a valid, government-issued ID; international guests can use their passport.

How Much Can You Buy: Adults can purchase up to one ounce of cannabis (or 1/8 of an ounce of concentrated cannabis) at a time.

Where You Can Buy: Public consumption of cannabis is illegal. You can only consume it on private property without the property owner's prohibition. Thankfully, many hotels have amended their policies to allow for certain consumption methods in guest rooms. Always check with your hotel first.

Dispensary Dos and Don'ts

Las Vegas is home to some of the finest dispensaries in the country, offering a wide variety of products. When visiting a dispensary:

Be Patient: Dispensaries can become busy, especially on weekends. Be prepared to wait and be patient with the staff – they are there to help.

Ask Questions: If you're unsure about a product, ask your budtender for recommendations. They can help match you with the right strain or product to suit your needs.

Don't Consume Onsite: Most dispensaries don't allow you to consume on their property. Plan to enjoy your purchases in a private, safe setting.

Community and Social Consumption Lounges

A growing trend in cannabis-friendly destinations like Vegas is the emergence of social consumption lounges. These establishments provide a safe, legal space for patrons to partake in cannabis. Here's what you should know:

Expect High Standards: Social lounges are regulated and have strict operational standards. The experience will be similar to a bar or nightclub – but with cannabis.

Costs and Policies Vary: Expect an entry fee or cover charge in addition to purchasing products or services. Each lounge may have different consumption policies, so check before you go.

Sustainable Consumption Practices

As the cannabis industry matures, sustainability is becoming increasingly important. Here's how you can be an eco-conscious consumer:

Consider the Packaging: Cannabis packaging often involves a lot of single-use plastics. Look for brands that use sustainable packaging or offer recycling programs.

Waste Management: Properly dispose of your cannabis waste. Many dispensaries have programs for recycling containers and packaging materials.

Navigating the Tourist Trap with Class

Las Vegas is a unique tourist environment where anything seems possible. However, it's essential to remain respectful of the local culture and customs. Always remember:

Respect the Venue: If you're at a show, casino, or restaurant, follow their rules on cannabis. It's not legal to smoke in these public spaces.

Be Mindful of Those Around You: Not everyone is comfortable with cannabis use. Ensure your consumption doesn't negatively impact others.

Know Your Limits: Use responsibly and know when enough is enough. It's easy to overdo it, especially with the excitement of Vegas.

While Vegas's cannabis scene is evolving, it's vital to stay informed and be a responsible consumer. Knowing the laws, respecting the local etiquette, and being an eco-conscious user will not only ensure a great time but also support the positive growth of the cannabis community in Las Vegas and beyond. Happy and mindful munching!