#Don't some screens move when you unlock them? Hmm

[hajihiko]

Wonder if I should try making like. Lock screens and such

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unmanageable 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Pete Brenner

Summary: your manager sets his eye on your (plus!reader)

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

A thump jolts you from your work. You glance over lazily, chin cupped in your hand, as the murmur of voices follow. You cluck and reach for your earbuds, popping them in your ears before you can hear the subsequent disturbance.

Your job isn't glorious. Nothing really is in Hammer Ford. You're the line IT tech at the local bank working on ancient PCs which can't handle the national system's updates. Most of your time is spent trying to make a simple process work.

Work is work. You could do much worse than sitting forgotten behind a desk as the bank manager gets his jollies off with the clerk. This decrepit town can't offer much better, in terms of both male counterparts and career prospects.

The wired buds don't really block out the ruckus. You lean on an elbow and clack away at your keyboard. It never lasts very long.

You pluck away as the clock above your door ticks on. You yawn with your eyes open, dropping lower and lower as your eyes glaze over. A knock has your spine straight.

You clear your throat and call out, "yes?"

The door opens. Pete, the manager, fixes his tie as he enters, one tail of his shirt untucked, "hey, uh, I was having some issues with my laptop. I know it's not a work device but... I don't wanna drive all the way to the city."

"Hmm, I can have a look after work," you shrug. It's usually nothing. You typically have people calling on you for support outside your office walls.

"After work..." he repeats, "the wife kinda is expecting me to take her out for dinner, so..."

You repress a sigh. He is the manager. If you fall behind, it will only be his own fault.

"Sure, you need me right now?"

His eye brow tweaks and he drags his fingers around his half-grown goatee, "need you... oh, yeah, should I bring it to you or..."

"What's easier for you, sir?"

He chuckles, "you know, you're the only person who calls me that."

You just stare at him. He's your boss and you'd like to keep it that way. You get up, "here, I'll just come look."

"Thanks, sweetie," he grins as you cross the office, "life saver."

"Mhm," you hum as you near him.

He doesn't move. He just stands, his arm across the doorway and watches you. You look past him and clear your throat.

"Right, right," he steps back and swings his arms down, "the computer."

He retreats and turns away. As he does, you see Marska giving him a flustered look. Gross.

You follow him into his office and waits by the door as you pass. You try not to think of what just happened in there. Thankfully, you're not his type.

You wince as the door clicks shut.

"Oh, you don't have to--"

"Right," he overrides your protest, "I'll just get my laptop."

He goes around his desk and pulls out a sleek macbook. You don't see many of those. He puts it facing you and opens the lid.

"I'll let you poke around," he says as he presses his fingertip to the censor to unlock it, "it's just the damn mousepad."

"Right," you step up and squint at the screen. You lean in touch the pad. It's definitely lagging.

He strides away, pacing on the other side of the desk, hands in his pockets.

"Thing's too fancy for me," he scoffs, "but I like the look of it."

"It's a good machine," you confirm as you go into his drivers, searching for updates.

You feel him watching you but shrug it off. Everyone's a little touchy when you're on their personal device. He stops and bounces on his feet.

The cursor continues to jump around as you scroll and suddenly a window pops open. Safari resumes it's last tab and you quickly hit command W as you see a pending wheel atop a very explicit video. Yikes.

You try to not show the slip up as you go back to searching the drivers, "you got antivirus?"

"Uhhh, I think," he answers as if it isn't essential.

"Hm, doesn't look like it," you mutter, "I'm updating the mouse driver but you need security software."

"Right," he comes around as you click through the system window to update. He stands behind you and watches over your shoulder, "got any recs? I'll get it set up right away."

"Bitdefender's good," you suggest.

"Mm," he leans down, against you, putting his hands on the desk on either side of the laptop, "think you could show me where to find that."

"I can send you a link," you grit out, prickling at his proximity.

"Well," you move your arm back, prodding him with your elbow, soft enough for it to seem accidental, "that should be fine once it updates."

He huffs but backs away. Your neck is stiff with tension. You face him and check your watch.

"I'll get back to it," you say.

"Yeah, thanks, sweetie," he chimes, "sure you don't want a coffee? Take a load off."

"I'm good," you insist, "got a lot to do."

You open the door before he can catch up to you. As you leave, Marska watches over her shoulder from the front desk. You ignore her and quickly hide in your office. Knowing Pete isn't too aware of security procedures, you should do a review of the serves to make sure everything's safe.

[amomentsescape]

Fake Friends Will Get Their Ends

Freddy Krueger x Reader

Summary: After learning their friends have been lying to them this whole time, Freddy steps in to comfort Reader.

Warnings: Cussing, hurt-comfort, Reader talks badly about themselves

Word Count: 548

A/N: The tone of this one is a little more serious than how I wrote for Freddy before. I just wanted to switch things up a bit this time around!

You are the strongest person Freddy knows. It's why he was drawn to you in the first place.

So when you came home in tears after a night out with your friends, he was immediately concerned.

It takes a lot for Freddy to become serious, so seeing the frown on his face made you want to cry even harder.

"What's wrong?" he urged, letting you drop into his arms.

"Th-those liars," you hiccuped. It made you feel pathetic that you couldn't even speak to him normally through all the crying.

"Who?" His voice was gentle, but there was clearly a darkness brewing beneath it all.

You took a few moments to try and gather yourself, wanting to actually form coherent sentences.

You nuzzled into his body further, not wanting him to see you like this.

"My friends," you finally mustered. "Well, I thought they were my friends."

Freddy stayed silent in hopes you would elaborate further.

"Th-they-" you paused and took a deep breath in. "They've been talking shit a-about me this whole time. They never cared about me. They just enjoyed having someone to hate on."

The tears began to flow again, causing you to tilt your head down in hopes they would stop.

However, Freddy forced you to look up at him as he scanned your soaked face. His eyes narrowed a bit.

"You're the only one I hate seeing like this," he rasped quietly.

He raised his knifed glove up and softly moved the hair away from your forehead with the back of the blades. Something about the cold metal against your flushed skin helped calm you down a bit.

"I suppose I should pay them a visit tonight, hmm?"

You shook your head much to Freddy's dismay.

"Please, d-don't. Some pathetic part of me still cares-"

"Don't use that word. I wouldn't be here if that was true."

You nodded and wiped some of the tears from your face. "But please don't kill them Freddy. Promise me you won't."

He let out a deep sigh and clenched his teeth together. You could tell he wanted to argue with you on this one.

"Freddy, promise me."

He finally met your gaze and huffed before silently agreeing.

"Thank you," you whispered.

You hugged him tightly, thankful for his protectiveness over you.

When you finally opened your eyes, you were back in your own bed, pillow still a bit damp from crying yourself to sleep.

You didn't even recall saying goodbye to Freddy last night, but you supposed you were just too emotionally drained to remember.

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and unlocked the screen.

However, you were met with dozens upon dozens of messages from each of your so-called "friends."

I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry

Each message was made up of erratic apologies and begs for forgiveness.

You sat up in bed and immediately thought of Freddy. You sighed in annoyance.

Well, he did what you asked. He didn't kill them, but whatever happened last night may have honestly been worse.

You could have sworn you heard Freddy's laugh outside in the early morning air.

What a caring asshole.

[nolanhollogay]

did you plan on ever telling me ?

chad finds out about vincetate 😳

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Stab 4 was playing on Tate's laptop, lulling him to sleep. It was his comfort movie, his go to when he had a bad day. And he really needed it on a day like today.

His day had started with him peeling his dad off the bathroom floor, puke surrounding the toilet and staining his t-shirt. It took half an hour to convince him to clean himself off, that he didn't deserve to wallow in his own filth and self pity.

Then, once he'd gotten him into bed, his mom called and they ended up getting into an argument. He couldn't remember exactly what it was about. Probably her inability to be a good mom, or express basic human empathy. That was their go to, when they tried to talk about anything, really.

After that, he went to the convenience store, only for his bike to get stolen.

But that wasn't all bad. He'd managed to get it back by way of Vince seeing the guys who stole it and threatening them with his stupid switch blade.

That was a curse disguised as a blessing, however, because Vince demanded some sort of repayment for his "heroic act", meaning Tate now owed him a favor. He didn't want to owe someone like Vince anything, let alone something as open ended as a favor.

It was like the universe was testing how many small things could happen to him before he'd break.

So, Stab 4 it was.

He was buried under his comforter as he watched lightning strike Ghostface's grave. He could hear his dad snoring on the couch, almost drowning out the audio of the movie.

Ghostface's glove covered hand, holding a knife, shot up from the dirt, as someone knocked on his window.

Glancing over, he saw Chad crouched down, waiting expectantly for Tate to let him in.

Tate hopped to his feet, unlocking the window, and watched him climb through. "Why didn't you use the door?"

"Didn't want to wake up your dad. And it's more fun this way," he said with a shrug.

Tate laughed, scooting over so he could climb into the bed. "What's up? You didn't say you were coming over."

Chad scoffed. He stole Tate's bag of chips from his hand, grabbing a handful. "I need a reason to come over?"

He didn't meet Tate's eyes as he said it.

"What're you hiding?" Chad purposefully moved his eyes to the screen, watching the landline ring. "Hmm? What are you not telling me, cariño?"

Tate didn't speak Spanish often, because he never really had any reason to. He only used it on rare occasions; with Tara because they both wanted to make sure they didn't lose the ability to speak it, and when he wanted Chad to give him his way. A carefully placed turn of endearment and he melted like ice cream in the summer.

"It's not what I'm not telling you, it's what you're not telling me..." Chad said before he shoved a handful of Doritos into his mouth.

Tate laughed again. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? Do I have to answer your riddles three?"

He rolled his eyes, and then with an aggression he never gave to Tate, he explained, "Nancy told me last night that she saw you and Vince Schneider outside of a bar. She said that he was basically eating your tongue."

Tate felt like a kid with his hand stuck in a cookie jar. "Uh–"

"Is it true?" he asked, somehow managing to look extremely upset for a guy with a mouth full of bright orange chips. When Tate didn't immediately respond, didn't immediately say no, he repeated himself. "Is it true, T?"

"I–" The words wouldn't form in Tate's mouth, caught in his throat. He nodded.

Chad's face flickered through emotions, before his expression went blank. "Did you ever plan on telling me?"

"Yeah," Tate replied, honestly. He hated keeping secrets from Chad. It felt like a crime, and he'd never gone more than a day or two before he spilled the beans on whatever he was hiding.

"Then why didn't you?"

Tate pressed his hands to his face. "I don't see why you suddenly care who I'm hooking up with."

"I don't!" Tate rolled his eyes. Chad made an annoyed noise "I don't. I just.. Why him? He's a scumbag. And a creep. And probably a criminal. He carries around a switchblade like an extra in West Side Story!"

Tate laughed and the tension faded, just a little. Tinny screams played from Tate's computer. "I don't know. I just.. I know he's not a great guy but.. He's nice to me. He makes me feel.. wanted. It's nice."

Chad scoffed. "I'm nice to you."

Tate's heart stuttered. He forced a laugh. "Yeah, but, that's different."

Chad took in a breath, eyes lit up with something, opening his mouth to speak. "I–"

Before he could speak, a knock on Tate's door stopped him. They both turned and saw his father standing there. He'd obviously just woken up, because his hair was a disaster and there were lines from the couch on his cheek. "Tater Tot, your mom's on the phone. She said you blocked her number?"

"I don't want to talk to her," Tate said, sour mood flooding his body like venom. Chad made a sad little noise, and rubbed a hand between his shoulder blades.

Tate's dad sighed. "Tate, we've talked about this. You can't just ignore her–"

Tate lied back until he was basically in Chad's lap. "I'll call her later when I want to talk to her. Chad and I are having a movie night."

His dad sent Chad an exhausted look and Chad sent him an apologetic smile in return. He left a moment later, muttering apologies to Tate's mom.

"Get off, you're crushing me," Chad teased, but made no move to push him away.

Tate sent him his best pout. "But I've had such a bad day. A day that only cuddling my bro can help!"

He crawled into Chad's lap, looping his arms around his neck. "Hold me, C! Please?" He squeezed him tight. "Por favor, mi amor?"

Chad grunted, wiggling out of his hold. "You're so fucking annoying," he said, even as he wiggled around to make Tate more comfortable.

"It's why you love me," Tate teased.

Chad's voice was soft, fond, when he said, "Yeah. I really do."

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

I love your Blood DI5 accident au! Just read Jaron and Melinda's and it was nice!

Can we get another one? How about with Fosh and Mouse? X3

((Hi there dear and glad you like it! I'm shocked some of the anons like this au idea. <3 To let you know, I do have a another with Rust and Breezy but glad you like it. I can write up something with these two. Just a moment. But to remind you dears Fosh belongs to @demon-blood-youths))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

Fosh was silent while looking at his laptop, typing away to check up some documents and files. He was tired while hearing another set of typing from his other friend and close hacker companion Mouse. Both of them got stuck together after running off from a hoard of infected blood demons that was trying to ambush them. Lucky for them, Maggie and T-bone got them to get out of the area but he was worried about them.

He looks seeing the screen as he was shocked the wifi still was up. Must be a back up power supply somewhere in Dark New York since everything was in the darkness. After he was trying to hack into some files, he stops to sigh, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes.

"...You okay over there?" he heard Mouse's voice as she was looking to him from her own hacking work. She had some cold water for them to drink as he takes it giving his thanks to her.

"...I'm alright. Just tired is all. " He mutters but Mouse looks worried while seeing his work on the screen.

"I can see that but I always did tell you not to over do it. You tell me the same thing." she looks as he drinks some of the water then sighs, setting it down.

"I know you did but I can't help it. Being worried about the others sorta hits hard. I just wanna be sure they are alright. Ever since everything fell, we lost contact with everyone. We don't even know where they are in the city.." he lowers his hand but Mouse got worried to sit down in another chair by him to rest a hand on his shoulder.

"True but you shouldn't over do it. Remember, we have to be careful because of the infected demons outside. We don't want to draw them to us." she said remembering they were on the run when the hoard tried to catch them.

.......I know, I know." he said then looks to her again. "Though, what about you? Did you have any luck breaking the code in the files you got?" he asked as she looks to him.

"Almost. I see it was protected by some key like number passcode. I almost got through it but took a break to see if you were alright." she said but Fosh looks to her then ahead on his laptop screen.

"Don't worry I'm....okay. As I said just worried is all. We just need to figure this out and how bad this is..." he said but Mouse knew it was true. After a bit, she gets up to get back to work while the hackers were working on it. As she was really close to breaking the lock, she then saw something; a hidden file was showing on the screen.

"Hmm?" she moves her mouse to click it and shows a single line with some numbers. 553024028

"....I wonder.." she goes to lick on the locked file where it shows this:

"Access denied. File is locked and for scientist eyes only. To accept file, enter the passcode."

She sees the bar and begins to enter that number into the box. When making sure it was as it shows, she hits enter and waits. The screen beeps to show this message.

"Access approved. File is unlocked. Welcome back Scientist Mart K."

"Fosh, I got it! I'm in!" she said seeing him roll his chair over to see that he sees it's true.

"Nice job Mouse!" he smiled as he hugs her, not seeing her blush to smile.

"Thanks. Maybe we can get some information about all this." she said as she clicks it and sees a few files now. Some had these names on them.

Formula for Blood DI5 infection(Extracted from file/no longer available)

Spreading hot zones

Plans(No longer available/deleted)

Secret files (Some information might be hidden or lost)

Targets

She saw it only had these files but she goes ahead and clicks on file 2. A screen shows up showing the map of New York City but she saw it was auto playing some movie showing the main areas hit. She sees a few red dots that was in those red spots.

"What...what is this?" Fosh asked looking at the screen with Mouse as she was checking seeing the data looking worried.

"I don't know but from what this shows. It looks like this was is a map that shows the targeted areas to the fraction's locations." she said worried seeing the territories highlighted in red.

"So these guys were planning on sending this thing to us in hopes of infecting us to spread it from the looks of it." Fosh said worried as Mouse kept checking seeing more documents. It even showed the first infected demons that got released into New York City. They were older like them but they looked to be sick or tired.

"Yeah but seems it didn't work and they went with infecting some random demons to let out. Almost like letting someone out when they are infected to spread and kill another...but this virus is after demons.." she mutters worried that Fosh heard to look at her.

"So I guess thanks to them, this happened but didn't we find out they were killed by the blood demons when it got released?"He asked seeing Mouse nod.

"Yes. However, after the infected started, things started shutting down and going off. I guess these infected messed with a lot of things making New York like this." Mouse sighed but she looks at the screen then was worried.

"Right now, we are out of luck and we don't know where anyone is right now. But I get this feeling the spread of the Blood DI5 is going to get worse." she said but looks to try the ear piece. She winces from the static but it tells her the signal was still bad right now. Seeing this made Fosh worry too. His friends were lost in New York city but fighting to stay alive.

"Don't worry Mouse. They will be fine. They have to be." he said worried as she looks to close the map looking at him but he can see she was worried and tired too. All this was making them both over work but Fosh sighed.

"H..how about you take a break for a while hmm? Your tired and you need to rest." He said but she looks to him.

"But what about you? Your doing just as much.." she said but he smiled look away.

"I'll be okay. I can work a bit longer till I need to rest. I'll wake you if anything happens okay?" he said even if she didn't want to but sighed.

"Alright but if anything happens wake me okay?" she said to stop working and goes to lay down to rest. Fosh watches her lay down near by.

"I will. Now rest up." he said but she did to close her eyes to rest. Fosh saw her resting now while looking quiet but he also rubs the back of his neck. He was tired true but he didn't want her to over work herself. He goes back to work in hopes of finding more information or better: Finding out about their friends before they got found by the monsters outside.

So to say; they were safe.....for now.

[bakugosbratx]

Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write a story when y/n is the crazy one and kidnaps Bakugo. Tysm ! -meena

Warnings: NSFW 18+ Content. Yandere, stalking, kidnapping, cursing, mental illness, blood, abuse, drugs, etc.

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A/N: Hmm this is a different turn of events. I love it 👀 I hope you enjoyed anon! I went a little wild with this one.

Words: 2.2k

Tags: @awilddreamerwrites @peachsenpie @miriobaby @lanarist @sickchildren @bakugousbrat @ssplague @ahbeautifulexistence @m779 @vinny-likes-to-play21

“Dear Katsuki,

I watched you save a civilian on television today. I know it’s your job and all, but you did not have to save her. Her life is not as important as mine. Do you not cherish what we have? Am I just a nobody to you? This is my 103rd letter to you and still no response. I know your address did not change so do not give me that pathetic excuse, Katsuki Bakugo. Surely, you must remember we are soulmates. We are one. How dare you fucking forget me? I had to rip all of my posters down in a fit of rage. You know how angry that makes me, baby, but it will all be okay, because you are coming home to me. We will be one.

Sincerely,

Yours.”

You burst into a fit of giggles as you kick your bare feet back and forth on his bed. You wrote in black ink and covered the paper in orange hearts since it is the pro-hero’s favorite color. You could not help but leave precious lipstick kisses on the page. Something you always do in your love letters to Katsuki. The posters in your house are covered in them. Katsuki’s beautiful face is just so kissable. You cannot wait to do it tonight.

All you can think about is Katsuki. That is all your day consists of. Your clothing is all his merchandise and his favorite colors. You spend hours upon hours watching interviews, videos, surveillance footage of the hero. When he is out on patrol, you do your best to hide in areas so you can see the hero up close and personal. Your face just beams with joy at the mere glance of him.

You did your best to meet him several times. Any disaster there was to be had, you put on your nicest attire, do your make-up just how you think he likes, and have your hair freshly done. No better way to greet your significant other after hero work than looking like a beauty pageant queen.

Sadly, all your attempts were failures. Katsuki did not even give you the time of day. He is way too focused on beating the villains to a pulp. You did admire this about him, but your own selfish desires created hatred in you. He should be paying attention to you. Not those pesky villains.

Katsuki is sure to receive forty-five letters addressing the issue. All that he will never even skim over. This is only adding fuel to the fire.

The posters that hang in every single room in your apartment are ripped to shreds. Pools of tears covered your orbs, smudging all of your makeup. You climbed onto your black sofa, taking your left high heel and breaking the glass photo of Katsuki hanging there. Shards of glass sprinkle the couch and hardwood floor below. You don't even care for the pieces that collected into your skin. You will worry about that later.

“Fuck you, Katsuki!” You sobbed, ripping his face with your teeth and spitting out the saliva covered photo onto the litter filled floor.

“Pro-Hero Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite saves another civilians life yet again, taking down another member of the league of villains who was terrorizing the victim.”

The news anchor’s words fell on deaf ears as you went to the television screen. You are captivated by your significant other’s beauty on the tv. Blood leaked from your freshly manicured hands. They are painted orange and black as always.

“Oh, Katsuki,” you sighed with a smile, tracing a heart around his face with your leaking blood, “we will be together soon. I promise, baby. I’ll take you away from this sick, cruel world so we can live happily ever after.”

You were serious that day. You planned it on your calendar. The countdown began on the night you are going to be one with Katsuki. A day you knew you both looked forward to.

“Dear Katsuki,

Did you miss me? I know I missed you. I even stamped this letter in my blood so you can have my DNA to mix with yours. I can’t wait to procreate with you. We will make such wonderful babies, don’t ya think? They will be so beautiful like you. I will be such an excellent mother. No woman can be a great wife to you like I can. Do you understand me?”

You had to pause writing as your blood started to boil at the thought. Your pen is already creating a huge ink spot from the anger consuming your hands. Small growls escaped your parted lips as you began to growl.

“If I can’t have you, no one can, Katsuki Bakugo. I am your one true love. You're one and only. And I’ll make sure that day comes. Just a few more days, baby, and we will be one.

Sincerely,

Yours.”

The day finally came. You knew Katsuki’s schedule by heart. You loved watching him do his morning routines with the security cameras you placed in his home. The poor male never even thought to check. Such a mistake on his part. It only confirmed he needed protection from the world. Only you can provide that. Sure, you may be quirkless, but no one knows Katsuki like you do. No one can love him like you. He knows this. He has to.

You drew a luke-warm bubble bath with nice lit candles, rose pedals, a few drops of your blood, and some freshly made desserts for you both to enjoy while you catch up. You are even so kind enough to fetch him a beer or two so he can relax. You know how he enjoys his alcoholic beverages after a long day of hero work.

You rested on his bed. The natural caramel scent engulfed your nostrils as you wrote letters into your notebook once more. Even when you two are officially together forever, you still love to write out your thoughts. You know he enjoys them as well.

Hours upon hours passed. Frustration arose overtime. You did not want to be angry with your spouse, but he knows better than to be home late on your special day. You have almost filled up your notepad with phrases upon phrases of ‘I love you’s’ and sweet nothings. Along with other things.

You tapped your bandages covered foot on the ground as you began to pace. “What is taking him so long?” You huffed aloud, growing more impatient by each passing second. The bath is beginning to become cold and that is just rude in your opinion. You decided to write out your emotions.

“Dear Katsuki,

What the fuck is taking you so long, huh? It’s so fucking aggervating and just plain rude. I have done so much for you only to toss me to the side like I’m nothing. Are you cheating on me? I do not tolerate disrespect, Katsuki Bakugo. You are going to make me mean and you know I hate being mean to you. You just make me jealous, baby. You know how you do that to me. Make me feel all types of emotion I can’t seem to understand, but one thing is for certain is that you and I will be together.

Sincerely,”

You did not even get to finish your final entry as you hear the front door downstairs unlock. Scrambling to put the diary away, you gather the necessary items from under the bed and wait for the perfect moment to strike. Katsuki’s natural loud ways was helping you locate his every move without even having to look at security footage.

All you have to do is be patient.

Katsuki sat on the couch, propping his sock-covered feet onto the glass coffee table and turning on the television. You allowed him some moments to get settled before gently tip-toeing down the stairs, rope, duct tape, and a blunt object ready in hand.

Just as Katsuki turned to acknowledge your presence, the crowbar hit his head, knocking him unconscious. You quickly attend to his wound — not without dropping some droplets of blood into his — so it does not get offended. You cannot have your husband getting an infection.

You tie up his hands and legs, duct tape his mouth after delivering kisses to his perfectly plump lips, and drag him to the kitchen. You did not realize how much your lover really weighed. Too much time was wasted dragging him to the fridge than preferred, but it will all be worth it in the end. You know it will be.

Katsuki did not wake up until the next day. You stayed by his side the whole time, telling him about your day and how much you have planned for you two. Of course, he needs to build his trust with you. You love a very intelligent man and the last thing you need is for him to be against you.

Slowly opening his crimson eyes, his attention is brought to a grinning you. Katsuki immediately attempts to escape the captivity he is in, but it is no use. You just had to buy special rope that cancels quirks.

“Struggle all you want, Katsuki-poo. There is no escaping me.” You chuckled, loving the way he squirmed and furrowed his eyebrows at you. All of his curses are mumbled by the tape which is probably the best considering you did not want to be insulted right now.

“When you calm down, I’ll take off the tape.” You bargained, shrugging nonchalantly as you kneel in front of the man. Did this calm him down? No. You know it wouldn’t regardless. You know Katsuki better than he knows himself yet you already want to push his buttons. The way he gets so angry turns you on and you can’t just help yourself but want more.

After a couple of hours of Katsuki complaining and you writing even more in your diary, he decided to calm down. This made you happy. You wanted to hear his beautiful gruff voice.

Grabbing the corner of the tape, you rip it off. Katsuki is already barking insults. “Are you fucking insane? Who the hell even are you? This isn’t going to end well with you, you psycho bit—“

A hard slap to his face interrupted Katsuki’s spill. Along with the duct tape you placed back on his mouth. “Such a meanie,” you pout, “and here I was about to be so nice to you.”

This cycle repeated itself for three days. You never left his side once. How could you? He is obviously in distress. He needs you by his side. He cannot do anything without you. Especially with his hands tied behind his muscular back. Katsuki finally decided that playing the game is the only way to win it.

You ripped the tape off once again. Katsuki did not even speak this time. “Did you learn your lesson?” You quizzed with an arched brow. “Y’know being a meanie is not going to get you anywhere, Katsukikins.”

“Why are you doing this?” Katsuki inquired, his gruff voice sounding so weak and hollow. You almost felt bad.

“You’re so silly, Suki. C’mon,” you brought your lips close to his, “gimme a kiss.”

Reluctantly, Katsuki did as instructed. Considering you are straddling his lap and his powers are useless, he has no choice in the matter. You loved the compliance.

“Good boy.” You praised, ruffling his messy blonde hair. Katsuki glared at you. “Will you be good and eat some food for me?”

“I don’t want your stupid ass food.” Katsuki growled, laying his head against the bottom freezer of his fridge.

“Nonsense, Suki.” You giggled, feeling extremely joyful to be with Katsuki. You bring a spoon of Miso soup up to his closed lips, “have some. I blew on it so it’s not too hot.”

“Get that trash away from me, you idiot—“ Katsuki was interrupted by a spoon entering his mouth. Though he would hate to admit this, the soup tasted delicious and he is quite hungry. He put up a fight, but allowed you to feed him properly until every drop was gone. Unfortunately, Katsuki is unaware that the soup is drugged until it’s too late.

His body began to feel numb. He did not even have the strength to ask questions as his eyes became drowsy. Soon, he is slumped over, sound asleep as you manage to drag him up the stairs and into your shared bed.

Planting kisses all over structures, you tuck him in and finish some late night entries in your diary. Skimming through them all and reflecting on how you got here now, it made you smile. Progress has been made and will continue to do so.

Signing off on the final page, you write:

“Dear Katsuki,

These past three days have been exhilarating. I see it in your terrified eyes how happy you are that I am here. I know how much you missed me. I missed you, too, baby. We will continue to grow and soon, we will have children. I even have my menstrual cycle all planned out. I am all yours and you’re all mine. Can’t you see, baby doll? We are forever meant to be.

Sincerely,

Yours.”

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All Rights Reserved

[ktlurry]

CAIN - 5. The Asylum

The world's top marksmen, Floyd Lawton also known as Deadshot, is walking down the dark, musty, mysterious hallways of Arkham Asylum chained up at the wrist and feet alongside three armed guards. As they make their way down the creepy halls of the insane asylum, loud shouts and banging noises comes from some of the cells as if they were the sounds of the damned. Arkham Asylum is where all of the criminally insane end up if apprehended in Gotham City, and since Floyd Lawton has quite the reputation in Gotham, this is where he'll stay until his sentence.

The escort stops in front of an 8-inch thick glass cell with a nametag on its control panel that reads "Lawton" on it. One of the guards then punches in a code and opens up the cell door where another guard shoves Lawton inside as the other points his assault rifle at him in case he tries to make any sudden moves.

Arkham Guard #1: In you go Lawton. Just like you left it. Hehe.

One of the guards proceeds to unlock his chains while the other stands alongside them with his gun ready.

Arkham Guard #2: Should have just stayed out of trouble, Lawton. Then you wouldn't be back in this hell hole.

Lawton rubs his wrist as the chains fall off of him and he looks up at the guard.

Lawton: Don't worry gentlemen. I don't plan to be here long.

The guards then exit the jail cell and look at each other as the hard glass door closes then looks back toward Lawton and crack a smile.

Arkham Guard #1: Yeah whatever you say, man. Hehe.

The guards walk away from the cell to continue their duties patrolling the Arkham floors. Lawton walks over to sit on his stiff cot inside his cell and lets off a huge sigh.

Lawton: *Sigh* Home sweet home, I guess.

???: Welcome back, my friend. I've been expecting you.

Lawton is familiar with the voice as it's coming from the cell right next to his.

Lawton: So I'm guessing you heard, huh?

???: I have. Quite embarrassing to be taken down by the boy wonder instead of the bat.

Lawton sits up straight from his cot to engage in the conversation more.

Lawton: Hey the new kid is actually pretty good. He actually uses his head unlike the last one.

???: Even so, he's still not the bat.

Lawton then stands up and walks right over to the glass door of his cell.

Lawton: The Bat that even you couldn't take down you mean?

???: Hmm. A minor mistake. One I won't make again when I get out of here.

Lawton chuckles

Lawton: Mhmm hate to break it to ya, pal, but that's what everyone tends to say.

???: Oh trust me, my friend, I never make the same mistake twice.

Lawton then has a look of curiosity on his face towards his neighboring cellmate.

Lawton: So how do you plan to do it then?

???: I tell you what, You convince the bruja, Waller to release me from this Asylum and I'll let you get a little piece of the Bat.

Lawton with a shocked look on his face is taken back by how he knows about Amanda Waller.

Lawton: How the hell do you know about Waller?

The mysterious man in the cell chuckles a bit.

???: I know more than you could imagine, my friend. Like how your time here will most likely be short. I bet you won't be here by the end of the day, maybe even sooner.

Lawton grins then steps away from the glass door and lays back down on his cot.

Lawton: Yea. The calvary will probably be here soon.

In the security surveillance room of the Asylum, two guards are sitting watch as they have their feet kicked up on the computer desk chilling. While barely paying attention, a guard on one of the screens disappears from the feed. Then simultaneously, more guards start to get taken out one by one on each screen. One of the guards notices that no guards are on the floor where Lawtons cell would be located.

Surveillance Guard #1:  Hey where is everybody?

The other guard looks up at the screen for a second and then continues to lay back.

Surveillance Guard #2: Ehh probably just in a blindspot.

The one guard sits up straight in his chair to further examine the security footage.

Surveillance Guard #1: All of them though?

The Surveillance guard just shrugs his shoulders like he doesn't have a care in the world. Arkham Asylum is one of the most secured facilities on the planet. Not many can escape from there. Or so they think.

Soon after, a slim figure appears right behind the two guards.

???: Ahem, gentlemen.

The guards immediately stand at alert and reach from their handguns holstered to their side, but in an instant are both shot in the hand by a sticky red goo sticking them to their guns as well as on their mouths to prevent them from yelling for help. Standing there is a man dressed in a purple and black bodysuit with golden eyes and a black spider logo on his forehead. He then wags his finger at the guards for trying to pull their weapons on him.

???: No, no, no. There will be none of that today.

The mysterious man then knocks the guards out with two swift kicks to the head and runs down the hallway.

Lawton still laying in his cot, begins to think about how Waller plans to get him successfully transferred to Belle Reve in order to continue on Task Force X. Then out of nowhere, he hears a knock on his glass cell. As he turns his head to look he sees the mysterious purple man hanging upside down stuck to his glass cell as if he was some sort of bug crawling on the wall. Lawton looks confused as he has never seen this man before in his life.

Lawton: Who the hell are you supposed to be?

The man then jumps off the glass and lands upright.

Black Spider: I'd be the calvary, Mr. Lawton. They call me the Black Spider. By the way, I'm a huge fan!

Eric Needham also known as the agile assassin, the Black Spider is a top member of the League of Assasins. His advanced climbing suit and web-shooters give him the abilities of a spider while also being a very lethal hand-to-hand combatant and expert gymnast.

Lawton then stands up from his cot and walks toward the glass door. As he approaches he notices an armed guard stuck to the ceiling of the hallway by some red weblike goo. He looks at it in disgust and then looks back at the purple-suited man.

Lawton: Waller sent you?

Black Spider: Oh no, no, no. We don't work for Waller. Waller works for us. We just need to get you out for our own convenience.

Lawton has a confused look on his face but then soon shrugs his shoulders. He never was too fond of Waller anyway. He only agreed to partake in Task Force X so he could lighten his sentence and "stretch his legs" occasionally.

Lawton: Alright then, you know the passcode to the door then?

The man looks at the control panel for the door then looks back up and shrugs.

Black Spider: Don't need it. I just need you to brace yourself.

The man then moves to the side of the glass door as if he was moving out of the way of something. Lawton with a confused look on his face just stares back at the man.

Lawton: Brace myself?

Not even a second later a massive explosion goes off behind Lawton taking out the entire back wall of his cell leading to the outside world. Fragments from the explosion shattered the 8-inch thick glass wall through which Black Spider walks right through. Right outside is a helicopter with a ninja-like pilot controlling it, hovering over the cliffside of the Asylum. The helicopter then turns with the door wide open with another ninja reaching out his hand to signal Lawton to climb aboard.

Black Spider: And there is our ride!

Black Spider then jumps right onto the helicopter without hesitation. Lawton smiles as he can smell the taste of freedom and makes his way toward the copter himself. Before he boards, he hears the voice of his neighboring cellmate call out to him.

???: Do not forget to mention my name, Lawton.

Lawton looks back behind him.

Lawton: Trust me, my friend, I won't.

Lawton then boards the chopper and it takes off into the night sky. Above Lawton's control panel hangs his cell's nametag as it wobbles back and forth then eventually falls onto the hard floor right in front of the other cell's control panel, which right above it reads the name in all caps, "BANE"!

[topsytervy]

Good Night ~ Rafe Cameron

Ahaha I did a Part 3 to goodbye. It kind of got a little dicey at the end but it’s chill. You can read Part 1 here and Part 2 here.

Blurb: You and Rafe go out for some drinks and I don’t know what else to say.

Word Count: 3,323

Warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, grammar/spelling mistakes, I think that’s it

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Rafe smiled as he unlocked the door to his apartment and walked in, closing the door behind him as he placed his keys in the little dish on the counter.

He walked further into his apartment, taking off his coat and placing it on the back of a chair before walking down the hall to his bedroom to change into pajamas. He flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling as a smile crept onto his face. 

He let out a breathy laugh as he ran his hands over his face as he thought about his day with you in the car. It was a dream come true to have alone time with you after all these years. All he wanted was 5 minutes with you and he got 8 hours instead.

His phone vibrated on his nightstand and he reached over, grabbing it and unlocking it before his grin grew.

My plans for tomorrow fell through and I don't work the day after, so drinks tomorrow night?

Rafe looked up towards his ceiling. "I'm starting to think you exist, big guy." 

Yeah. I'll pick you up at 7?

I'll see you then.

Rafe set his phone back on the nightstand and positioned himself under the covers, closing his eyes as he thought about your conversation when he dropped you off.

Rafe held open the door to your apartment complex for you before walking in behind you.

"Thank you," you smiled as you began your journey up the stairs to your apartment.

Rafe stood at the bottom of the steps and pointed to the elevator. "Why are we not using the elevator?" He asked.

"I got stuck in one a few years back and I decided that I'm staying far away from those things for the rest of my life." You shrugged. Rafe chuckled lightly and took his first step up. You looked back at him with a grin. "Hope you plan on skipping leg day cause I'm up on floor six."

Rafe waved his hand, dismissing your sentence. "Please, this will be a cinch."

Halfway up, Rafe looked over at you as he heard the slight panting coming from you. His lips formed into a smirk as he spoke. "Are you okay over there?"

You nodded. "Peachy."

"Mhm,"

"What?"

"Oh, nothing." He shrugged.

You rolled your eyes as you two continued up the stairs, Rafe offering to carry you the rest of the way but you denied his offer. 

Rafe watched as you brought your tired feet up the last step, opening the door that separated the stairwell from the hallway of apartment doors.

You led the way to your apartment door and pulled out your key, shoving it into the lock. "Thanks for letting me ride with you. It was way better than the ride with Kie, JJ, and Pope." You glanced at him as you turned the key.

"It's no problem. I enjoyed the company." Rafe leaned against the wall, praying his voice wouldn't waver at his next sentence. "So, you wanna go out tomorrow night? Hit the town or whatever?"

Even though he knew that you two were on alright terms now, after all the car ride was filled with catching up and bad karaoke, there was still a part of his mind that was nervous. 

Nervous that you would tell him that, as fun as the last two days were, you couldn't see yourselves being more than civil acquaintances. Nervous that you'd say, 'yes, as long as the guy I've been seeing in secret for the past month can join us'. Nervous that you'd say 'let me check my schedule and I'll let you know’, but then ghost him.

Nervous that he would have to watch you walk out of his life again.

"I kind of already have a prior commitment to tomorrow," You told him before reaching into your bag and pulling out your phone, "but I'll let you know when I can squeeze in some time for you when I check my work schedule." You smiled as you extended your unlocked phone to Rafe.

"You promise?" Rafe asked as he hesitantly took your phone. 

This was the beginning of one of his scenarios he created in his mind and not one of the ones that ended with you two saying 'I do'.

You shot Rafe a look. "Rafe, you and I both know that I wouldn't be looking this calm and collected if I was lying to you. I'd be a stuttering, panicking mess."

Rafe chuckled lightly at the truthful statement of your terrible lying as he began putting in his number under his name before texting himself a ‘hi’ so he'd have your number. 

He handed your phone back to you with a grin. "To be fair, you were a stuttering, panicking mess when we first met, Y/N/N, and all you were saying was hello."

You blushed profusely at the memory of you being nervous as hell when you met Rafe for the first time and Rafe wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around you and tease you about the sudden redness on your cheeks like he used to do whenever you blushed.

But instead, he just added, "Don't worry. You were a cute stuttering, panicking mess," before he walked back towards the stairwell.

As Rafe slipped off into dreamland, you stayed awake, waiting for your kettle to go off so you could make your tea.

You grabbed your phone and unlocked it, Rafe’s contact staring back at you. You clicked edit and erased his name before typing out his new name.

Bub

You smiled slightly at the familiar nickname from years ago and hit save before opening Spotify. You went to click on your liked songs before remembering something from the car ride with Rafe and went to the search bar, typing in Rafe’s Spotify name that you still had memorized.

"You're music is so fucking basic, Rafe." You laughed as you once again listened to some random pop song that you had already heard way too many times on the radio.

Rafe shook his head. “My music is not basic. I just have different playlists with different genres. It’s called being organized Y/L/N.” He answered with a grin.

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow,

Rafe nodded. “Mhm. If I’m in the mood for rap, I have my rap playlist. If I want alternative, I have my alternative playlist. And so on.”

“Mind if I look through and choose one?” You asked. 

Rafe grabbed his phone from his hoodie pocket and unlocked it with his fingerprint before handing it over to you. You found Spotify and clicked it open, going to his playlists. You were going to click on his alternative playlist but another one caught your eye.

My Girl’s Favorites.

You glanced over at Rafe. 

“My girl’s favorites?” 

“Hmm?” He glanced over at you and you turned the screen to him. “Oh. Guess I never deleted that one.”

“Oh. You want me to delete it for you so you don’t have to remember her?” You clicked on the playlist and went to click on the three dots but Rafe spoke up.

“No!” His hand reached out and he placed a hand on your forearm to stop you. You turned to look at him and moved your finger away from the dots. “That’s… that’s your playlist. It’s probably a little outdated considering it’s been five years but… yeah. That should be all your favorites from when you were 16.” He admitted, glancing out his window before turning his attention back to the road ahead of him.

You bit your lip before clicking play on the playlist, gasping when Mr.Brightside came on first.

Rafe looked over at you and smiled as you immediately went to turn up the volume before beginning to yell the lyrics as you scrolled through all the songs that were apparently your favorites back in high school.

“This is going to be one hell of a trip down memory lane.” You commented as your eyes widened at some of the songs that you had forgotten about.

Rafe nodded. “Oh yeah. You’re in for a treat.” You glanced at him and you saw his cheeks redden slightly. “I have, on occasion, listened to it.”

You smiled and thought about Rafe listening to all of your old favorites while he was alone. If you were being honest, you still had a playlist of Rafe’s favorites that you found yourself putting on from time to time. 

You smiled as you found the playlist of your high school favorites and clicked on it, playing the music that brought back so many memories. The kettle began to whistle and you quickly turned off the heat and removed it from the burner, pouring the water into your mug that already had a teabag in it.

You grabbed your phone and your tea, heading off into your bedroom so you could begin your nightly hour of coloring to help you unwind before bed.

******

When you and Rafe pulled up at the club at 8 the next night, you got out of the car, shivering slightly in the cold breeze s you waited for Rafe. Once out, he held out his fist. 

“Rack, paper, scissors for designated driver?” 

You waved him off. “I’ll be DD.” You told him and Rafe had a look of confusion on his face. 

“Really? That easy?” 

You shrugged. “I’m used to being DD. I almost always am with the pogues.” You went to grab his keys but he pulled them away.

“Y/N, when’s the last time you got shit-faced?” He asked.

When you didn’t answer, Rafe pocketed his keys. "I’ll be DD tonight. You, my dear, are going to drink to your heart’s content.” 

You ignored the slight flutter your heart did at my dear and went for his pocket to grab his keys. “Seriously, Rafe. It’s not that big of a deal. I don’t want to ruin your fun of getting wasted.”

Rafe grabbed your wrists gently and pushed you away from his body with a small laugh. “I find the thought of you getting wasted way more entertaining.” You shot him a look and he turned you around, pushing you to the back of the small line. “Think of this as your opportunity to let loose and have some fun.”

You rolled your eyes before walking to the back of the line with Rafe behind you.

Two hours had passed since you two entered the club, sitting next to Rafe in a booth in the corner after you two had spent the last twenty minutes dancing. Rafe had two beers the whole night and you… well, Rafe would say you were closer to the shit-faced side of the scale from what he could tell. 

Rafe looked over at you and saw you yawn before picking up your drink and placing the straw in your mouth. Well, attempt to. You missed your mouth a couple of times.

"Alright, sweetheart. I think that is our cue to get you home." He told you, finishing off the beer he'd been nursing for the past 45 minutes.

You whined and grabbed his bicep with your hands. "Rafe, I'm not tired." You finally managed to get the straw into your mouth.

"Oh yeah? That yawn says otherwise. Stay here while I close the tab." He slipped out of the booth and walked over to the bar. 

After getting the bartender's attention and letting him know he was closing the tab, he glanced over at you, smiling as he watched you finish off your drink. He narrowed his eyes as he saw a dude slide into the booth next to you, a smile on his face as he reached over and touched your hand, saying something. Rafe watched you take the straw out of your mouth and respond with a shake of your head as you slowly slid out of your seat, placing your glass on the table as you said something back to him.

Rafe looked back at the bartender who tapped his shoulder and took his card back with a thanks before making his way back to you quickly.

"Rafe!" You cheered, throwing your arms around his neck. 

Throughout the night, he noticed how with each drink you got touchier and more affectionate. Not that he minded, of course, but the sudden movement took him off guard for a second before he slid his arms around your waist to keep you from tipping over.

Okay, half to keep you from tipping over, half because he wanted to.

But, you know, tomato, tomato.

"Hey, Ready to go?" He grinned, his eyes shifting from you to the guy who was now standing behind you. 

You nodded your head and you took your arms from his neck, heading towards the door as Rafe’s hand found its home on the small of your back. Rafe led you outside and to his car, opening the passenger door for you. The sleepiness seemed to finally be hitting you now that you were away from the crowd and loud music, the quiet night taking over instead as you yawned once more. Rafe opened the door for you and you whispered a quick thanks before climbing in.

“Can you buckle yourself in?” 

You nodded as you reached for the seatbelt. "Tonight was fun Rafe." You told him quietly as he watched you struggle to grab it.

Rafe smiled. "Yeah, it was." He grabbed the seatbelt and handed it to you, causing you to smile back and click it into place as he shut your door.

He walked over to the driver’s side and slid into the seat, shoving the key into the ignition before turning it and starting the car.

The ride was quiet except for the radio and when Rafe glanced over at you about halfway to your place, you were fast asleep, head resting against the window. 

When he pulled up to your apartment building, he decided against waking you up, cause what kind of a gentleman would he be if he woke a princess from her slumber just so she had to walk up six flights of stairs while drunk to her apartment, and got out of the car.

He opened your door just enough to slip his hand inside and place his hand between your head and the window before opening the door all the way. He reached over your body and clicked the button to unlatch the seatbelt. 

You stirred slightly as you groaned and Rafe looked at you the seatbelt retracted.

“It’s just me, Y/N.” He whispered, grabbing your wrists and throwing your arms around his neck.

You tightened your grip around his neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist, his hands going to the bottom of your thighs. 

“Watch your head,” He told you as he pulled you out of the car.

You tucked your face into the crook of his neck as he shut the door, beginning the journey to your apartment.

You sniffed as Rafe started up the first flight of stairs, causing one of Rafe’s hands to go to your back, rubbing your back softly.

“You okay?” 

“No.”

Rafe’s face fell at your answer. “Why?”

“Because I lied to you.” You murmured into his neck.

“Oh?”

“I never got stuck in the elevator. I made that up so I could spend a few more minutes with you.” You murmured into his neck.

Rafe felt a smile creep onto his face. “Yeah?”

He felt you nod and he chuckled. “You could’ve just invited me in for tea or something, you know?”

“My plans didn’t fall through either. I canceled them. It was a tinder date but you’re way more interesting than that guy.”

“Oh really?" He smirked, his ego slightly boosted over the fact that you chose him over some random guy.

"Mhm. I blocked him too."

"That’s nice, Y/N/N." His smirk turning into a grin. "Are you gonna delete the app entirely?"

You shrugged. "Maybe." You sighed, one of your hands beginning to play with his hair. 

The rest of the trip upstairs was quiet, Rafe hoping you didn’t fall back asleep when he came face to face with your door.

"Where are your keys?" He whispered, just in case you had actually fallen asleep.

You dug into your bag and grabbed the keys, handing them to the man without taking your face from his neck.

You kissed his cheek as he unlocked your door and opened it before setting you down.

"Do you wanna stay? It's late and I don't think you should drive anymore." You stared at him.

Rafe shoved his hands into the pockets. "Uh...yeah. Sure. Someone's gotta take care of you, right?"

You smiled as you grabbed his arm and dragged him inside, closing the door behind him. You lead him into your room and handed him a sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants you never got around to returning to him before directing him to the bathroom.

You climbed into bed after getting dressed and Rafe came back into your bedroom, placing a bucket on your side of the bed. 

"Just in case you have to throw up during the night." He told you, knowing you rarely ever made it to the bathroom.

You once threw up in an empty cooler once cause you couldn't make it to the trash can that was 5 feet away but that’s a different story.

You smiled and he turned to walk away but you grabbed his wrist. He turned to look at you and you opened your arms. "Come cuddle with me?" 

Rafe smiled. "Are you sure?"

You pouted at him and patted the spot next to you. Rafe climbed into your bed, opening his arms and you rolled into his side, your head resting on his chest.

"I missed this a lot." You sighed, inhaling his scent.

"Me too, Y/N. Me too." Rafe kissed the top of your head.

You looked up at him before placing your lips on his softly. Rafe smiled as he kissed you back before pulling away after a couple of seconds.

"Go to sleep now. We'll talk in the morning." He whispered, his thumb rubbing circles on your side.

"Okay, but Rafe, you should know something else I lied about." Rafe looked down at you, waiting for what you were about to say. "I'm not that drunk." You shrugged, a small smile on your face.

Rafe stared at you.  "I carried you up the stairs for no reason? Six fights of stairs when I could've taken the elevator or you could've walked them yourself?" Rafe shook his head. “Did you use the five years to work on your lying?”

You let out a small laugh at his words. "You should've known I'm not a lightweight. I mean, JJ is one of my best friends. We didn’t even have that many drinks tonight."

Rafe shook his head at you again with a tsk. "I know your mom didn't raise you as a liar. I'm going to have to call her and tell her her daughter has been lying to me."

"But it was to spend more time with you." You grinned as you took your finger and booped his nose.

He took an arm from your waist and grabbed your wrist gently, kissing your hand. "I mean, I guess I can forgive you if that’s your reason." He smiled. 

"That is my reason." You giggled.

Rafe squeezed your side. "Then I guess you're forgiven then, sweetheart."

You threw your leg over his and closed your eyes, your arm resting across his abdomen. "That’s good to know. I can go to sleep now without worrying about you being mad at me." You hummed. "Goodnight, bubs."

Rafe grinned, kissing the top of your head once more before closing his own eyes. "Goodnight, baby."

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[monsoonblooms12]

Detectives By Chance: Chapter 7- Hide & Seek

Summary of the Series: It was supposed to be a usual weekend for the four. Coffee, fun, friends and love. But an unexpected case changed their lives in a way they had never imagined. A mystery - a murder - many secrets… Will Ethan, Pooja, Alexandra and Mark, be able to survive? Or will the circumstances twist and break their lives forever?

A/N: Okay, let me get this straight. This is ALL Action and Miles being evil. The most happening chapter of the series, and my favourite chapter because it brings out that fighter inside Pooja. Also, a lil bittersweet moment because only 2 chapters are left, and then we are done. (And I am using my Wattpad cover for this chapter because A. I like it! and B. It gives me the dark feels that embody this chapter) Anyway, hope you enjoy it as much as I did when I wrote it!💛

If you enjoy the story, please like it, leave a comment or reblog. Your feedback keeps me going💕

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Dr Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: about 4.3K

Rating: Teen

Triggers: Curse Words, Mentions of blood, murder Gun Violence

Disclaimer: PB owns most of the characters. I only own the OCs and my MC.

Prompt:- @choicesaprilchallenge2021 Day 14: Now or Never

CATCH UP HERE: Previous Chapter I Complete Series

It took all of her self-control as she prevented herself from throwing away her phone and breaking it into a thousand pieces.

Only the thought, the hope of a chance to save her Ethan, to save Mark and Alex, who were like family to her kept her going.

It was A Now or Never Moment for her.

Seconds later, Pooja's phone tinged. The screen lit up. She unlocked it to see the address that glared from her screen towards her. The address that hid all secrets and all proofs. The address which held the love of her life in who knows what condition.

She got into the car, entered the address on GPS and drove as fast as her driving skills allowed. Her mouth turned dry, face pale, beads of sweat on her forehead, her mind whirling through numerous unpleasant thoughts and a lingering doubt,

Will she be able to save them?

After what felt like a lifetime to her, Pooja arrived at her destination. A mid-sized mansion stood tall amid a deserted locality. The place was so muted, that the silence seemed to make voices. The winds gushed, chilling her bones. She stood in front of the black wood door. The silver handle's shine was unsolicited for her eyes. She took a deep breath.

Do this, for them. They are your family.

The thought repeated in her mind like verses of an orison. She let the ire, the woe to flood her soul and with fortitude and balance, she pushed the door.

He had kept it open.

The door clicked in place as she entered the devil's edifice. The interior was tenebrous, the conspiracy of silence etched deep in every wood and every wall.

"You are here"

The sudden sound caused Pooja to quail. The words resounded throughout the mansion, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. The sweat on her body contrasted with the rigour of the air.

There was no doubt in her mind. Her caller was here.

Miles Danvers was here.

But... She Looked Around. Where is He? She looked around, maybe it was a mirage. She looked everywhere but there was no sign of him.

"Don't try, You won't be able to see me." The ominous voice struck again.

Another chill ran down her spine. The thought of Ethan being unaccompanied in the devil's edifice with the devil himself was unbearable.

Will I be able to do this?

"Awww, Tsk, Tsk, is little blossom scared? Did I give her a heart attack?" Miles spoke mockingly.

That was the last straw. She would never give him the satisfaction of having scared her. With as much courage she could muster she yelled,

"AHHHH! You ruthless, sinister, cruel, heartless, disgusting monster. What the freaking hell do you want? Why the hell are you doing this? You are a goddamn monster, you are a freaking BASTARD."

She stopped for a breath.

"Not only that, you are a coward. You are a goddamn fucking coward. You don't dare to face the consequences of your actions. Hell, you don't even dare to come out and face me. If you had the courage, you wouldn't do what you have done. Now come out, you ruthless bastard. Get the hell out and come and face me." Pooja screamed hysterically.

"What will you get by yelling at me, hmm? Will Mark and Alexandra be out of jail? Or will you find Ramsey? Which one, huh?"

"You're the one who is responsible for all of this. You disg-"

"Do you want to save them?"

She felt as if her heart had stopped. Her mind pondering with hundreds of thoughts, doubts, yet she waited with batted breath for him to continue.

"Le silence signifie le consentement."

"J'accepte" Pooja muttered. Bloody Show Off

"Hmm. Three Clues, Three tips, Three keys. Three is your lucky number, isn't it? So let's put your luck to test and see if your lucky number is lucky enough to save your dear ones" Miles challenged her with a mock that boiled her blood. Seeing her helpless was utter humour for his soul and he was cackling in joy.

She shouted, hurled abuses, banged her fists, but there was no answer, no reply other than "You are running out of time... Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha...."

Her legs were giving out, she felt herself losing her balance, her steadiness. A chance, wasn't that all you needed? She heard her alter ego questioned her.

So good friends, like family, huh? Is this what you do for family, fall and bow to danger without putting up a fight? Is this what you did, when you fought for your mother, give up just like that?

Her sane mind was questioning her. No. She didn't give up then, She will not give up now. Maybe she will never make it out of here, maybe nor will they. But it was better to die fighting for them, than dying without even trying, striving for them.

"Miles", her steady voice, with power and courage, surprised him for a moment, but he wasn't shocked. This was Pooja Sharma after all. One who always stood for the right, even if it would make her lose her dreams.

"I am ready. And I hope you are too."

"Are you sure? This game can take that breath from you."

"Until it does, I will fight. For them"

A part of his mind already knew that she would win. But for his ego, accepting defeat was never an option.

"Fight all you want to. But winning is not an option for you."

"Time shall tell the answer"

"Alright, Two rooms to the left, and your search beginsss."

She ran. The worn-out door refused to give way to her. She pushed, but her strength was not enough. If only you had drunk that milk your mom gave you. Her mind swirled to the thoughts of her mother and she had to give a jerk to come back to the present.

"Seven minutes up already, and you're still stuck at the door. How sad!"

Cursing him under her breath, she upped her power and got ready to give a push just as,

Her fingertips felt a carving on the door. She had been praised for her impeccable sense of touch, but she never knew that it would come in handy in a dire situation one day.

Her mind, her heart, indicated that this was the clue, and she slowly, gently, moved her palm on the door. She got a slight trail of the carving and followed it further a few times. It took her about a minute to comprehend what it was.

A word. TIME. She was looking for something to do with time. But what? The place was so quiet that one would hear the ticking. But she didn't. Although auditory skills were never her strong point after she had a blockage in her left ear and had to go through five doctor visits to clear it, she was sure that there was no analogue clock around her. Her brain cells were running haywire when her shoes rubbed the floor. Sand had been spread around. Consciously.

Because on her trail from the main entrance to the door she was standing in front of right now, she was sure she hadn't felt sand anywhere other than this specific space. This was an indication, It had to be.

Time and Sand, Time and Sand, where do we find time and sand together. Time and sand... Her mind rushed frantically through a dozen options, none fitting the criteria, while Miles smirked at her foolishness.

And then, Oh shit, HOURGLASS! She practically jumped and nearly fell, as she comprehended the answer. With the newfound energy, she pushed the door, and it opened with a BANG! Her hand went to her pocket and she almost shrieked as she felt her phone, about which she had completely forgotten the moment she set her step in here. Taking it out and switching on the flashlight, she trailed into the room. Looking around and tripping on a dozen articles, she finally located the semi-broken hourglass. She held it under the flashlight and the words, upstairs, three rooms right, written in red, came to sight.

She glanced around the room once more, to make sure that there was nothing she was leaving out.

Her eyes stopped their search as her eyes fell on the five drawers of the broken cupboard on which the hourglass was kept. Only one of the drawers was in place, and that made it seem out of place in midst of all the chaos. She pulled at it, Once, Twice, Thrice, before it gave way. A blue file lay inside it. She picked it up, hoping to find some useful information and rushed on to the next step of her search.

On the other side, a corner of Miles's mind was terrified and nagged him to do something before it was too late, and he became the loser of his own game. But he just sat there, not moving an inch, as he watched Pooja running towards her next destination.

The next door, to her surprise, was pretty sturdy and opened easily. No catch this time? Unbelievable. As far as she had come to know Miles Danvers, setting up clues right in front of her eye was a far-fetched possibility.

She double-checked the exterior. Nah, nothing here, she was sure of it. Her silent steps fell on the hardwood floor as she looked around in the room for the clue. Her mind got distracted and worry came flooding back. Will she be able to save them? Was she even going to make out of her alive?

Suddenly, her foot struck something and,

"Twoooo Roooomsss Toooo Theee Rightttt..."

The Echo and her Shriek came almost simultaneously. And with the two sounds, mixed the third one of a cackle, from Miles.

The sudden rush of Adrenaline left her panting.

After a few minutes wasted in overcoming it, she kicked the weird machine once more. The Echo came again, this time clearer than the first one. But since, she didn't trust her ears, or maybe it was just her anger speaking, she kicked it once more.

Two rooms to the right was her next destination. She moved towards the exit, having checked the surroundings already and no clue found.

A few footsteps outside the room later, a thought struck her. She rushed back to the previous room, and using her flashlight, picked up the echo machine and checked it thoroughly.

And right her intuition was! A piece of paper stuck between the lined back. She took it out and unfolded it. It was a code.

M14-6D9

She looked around. There had to be something that opened with the code.

Wow! Such thorough checking! She rolled her eyes, berating her self.

And as she did so, her mind went back to every time Lex had called her the living image of the 🙄 emoji.

A light, sorrowful chuckle escaped her, along with a lone tear.

She let it drop and moved on to complete the mission she had partaken in.

She searched, and Nah, Nothing at all. Pooja doubtfully looked around. Was she missing out on something, or was it just another one of Miles' Red Herrings to mislead her?

Five seconds and temporarily deciding on the second option, she went out to the next room and thought of coming back to this later.

Pooja went to grab the surprisingly well-kept handle, and in a reflex pulled it back. The handle was abnormally hot. It felt out of nowhere. No fire, no nothing, how the hell was the door handle so freaking hot?!

Of Course, she couldn't twist and turn a burning hot doorknob and harm her chances of success. So, she decided on other ways of opening the door. She kicked, pushed, forced it with the tad bit of strength left in her, but the door didn't even budge a single inch.

Her ankle sprained with the forceful kicking, she sat down. Tears rolled down her eyes, but she couldn't decide why.

The pain in her ankle, the fear of failing or a mix of both?

But obviously, No pain greater than letting down those whom you love.

She couldn't comprehend the time she was losing as she sat there, crying silently. She slowly started to rise, but couldn't bother to wipe her tears. Wasn't this what Miles Danvers wanted to see? She let him enjoy his short-lived victory.

Forgetting that the doorknob was hot as hell, she held it, and before she could withdraw her hand, her eyes fell on a cuboidal machine stuck just below the spherical structure.

This time, she did wipe the water from her glassy eyes, to get a better look.

Pooja switched on the flashlight and looked closely at it. So this was the mini devil burning her palm. After a few minutes of scrutinizing the black box closely, her eyes caught a red button on the downside of it. She went on to switch it off, and as soon as she did, the faint, almost inaudible buzz coming from it stopped.

The devil had been silenced.

But she knew that it would take time for the knob to cool down. She searched her jean pockets, and luckily her baby blue handkerchief with a neat P Alekhya has sewn on it was there to save the day.

She folded the kerchief in half and with it tried twisting the knob. A Few failed attempts later, she slowly opened the door.

But as soon as the light fell inside the room, her phone and kerchief, both fell on the floor.

The floor swayed under her feet. In front of her on a one-arm broken couch, lay Ethan.

Her Ethan.

The only light-emitting source of the room now lay covered on the floor, preventing her from taking a better look. And she was shaken to the core by the way events unfolded, layer by layer, that there was nothing to say at all.

Her brain froze, all ideas drowning down the drain, her confidence uprooted by the pain she felt seeing her love like that. A Thousand thoughts spiralling in her mind, but she pushed them aside. Her knee bruised by the fall, her feet wobbled as she tried to get up. Garnering strength on an empty stomach & little sleep was becoming increasingly difficult for her, but she needed to go on.

Giving up was never an option

She got up and decided to look around for a way out of the musty building with Ethan, all while hiding from Miles' eyes. Because he had been keeping an eye on her.

Picking up her phone, she directed the light around the room. Raggedy and Unclean, her fingers clenched around her phone as she felt fury fill in her veins. If she didn't have morals, she would have killed Miles herself at that very instant.

There were no cupboards or drawers anywhere around the room. She strolled around with careful steps and heard dry leaves and glass crunching underneath her foot. Pooja looked at the floor, and seeing its condition, didn't hope to find anything helpful.

That's when her eyes fell on a piece of paper. She picked the dust-coated sheet which had become brown from its originally white colour. She tried opening it up using a single hand but ended up tearing it a bit. Pocketing her phone, she opened the sheet up gently and then took the phone out again. Flashing the light, she slowly went through the contents.

It was a map of the building, and she had never felt as grateful as she did at the moment.

She studied it closely, carefully and located a narrow stairway at the corner of the first floor, i.e. the floor she was on, that would lead her out of the building without having to use the main entrance.

She needed to take E out of here, at any cost. But how in God's name was she going to carry her Dr Giraffe alone, all while making sure Miles didn't have suspicions?

She made his unconscious body sit upright as the couch creaked. This broken shit isn't going to last much longer, she thought to herself. She couldn't take any chances of getting caught. Whatever you have to do, do it quick.

She bent and locked his arms around her neck. Then, she stood up slowly and an Uff! escaped her mouth. Wish I had paid attention to the weight lifting lessons.

Pooja lifted him off the sofa and enclosed his long, really long legs, around her waist. And as she started to walk, she stumbled back and forth, and almost fell, as she gained a stable posture. She slowly got out, making sure her shoes don't prompt the creaky floorboards to begin a musical. She scooted to the farthest edge of the floor and walked quickly to reach the darkest corner.

A walk of a lifetime and approaching the darkness, her eyes struggled to make out the door for the staircase. She trusted her intuition and slowly, very carefully, placed a foot in front of the other, as she made her way down. She worried that E might get hurt, and she would hate herself for the rest of her years if that happened.

The grey light at the end of the staircase was a ray of hope for her. She thanked her past self for parking the car closer to this side of the building as she hurried to place Ethan there. She felt her pockets and found the key faster than her expectation. She opened the passenger seat and placed E down on the floor because as much as she hated it, she couldn't take chances with Miles locating him in the car in case he came for a lookout.

Phew! She was relieved that whether or not she makes it out of the mess she had got tangled in, her love will be safe. Locking him safely in, she rushed back to the mansion.

On her way back, she rushed a bit too much, all while forgetting to switch on her flashlight. She tripped badly on the stairs and fell facedown. When she got up, the coppery taste of blood filled her mouth. She felt a blank space in her mouth. She had lost a tooth.

She made her way back and expressed her gratitude to God for letting her make this trip safely. She remembered to shut the door behind as she left and made her quickly to the room where Ethan was held captive. A mistake she had noticed the time she looked at the map was that she had entered the wrong room.

And it was a four-leafed clover for her.

She closed the door of the forbidden room just as her ears pricked up. Tips & Taps of someone's footsteps made her heartbeat rush as she quickly moved to the actual room she was supposed to be searching.

"Hmmm" Miles arrived behind her, hands in pocket. The room in front of her didn't have a door.

"So are you planning to spend the rest of your life chillin' here? That'll be a wonderful plan!" He mocked her and the list of the number of times Poo had wanted to punch him had just become longer.

"What the fuck do you want?" She hissed.

A lopsided grin told her that he was having the best time of his life tormenting her.

"No, I just wanted to check if you will ever make out of here or not."

"And what conclusion did you arrive at?" She mocked curiosity.

"I think- No, scratch that. I am sure, that this" He gestured around him, "is your Final Destination"

His grim laughter filled the place as he went around, checking his surroundings, especially the forbidden room.

Poo had smartly switched on the Make-Hot machine to avoid any suspicions. Seeing, rather, feeling that the door handle was perfectly hot as hell, he returned, and she let out the sigh of utmost relief.

Her heart was filled with gratitude as she thanked God, over and over again, as things turned out in her favour in a place where she had no resource & no help. Although she still felt as if she had been left on the battlefield without preparation or weapons, she used her skills to pave her way safely.

The last room, surprisingly well-kept, lay open before her. Please let me pass this last one, she let out a silent prayer and went in.

Flashlight on, she looked around. This time it was only evidence and no clues and keeping that in mind she carried on her search. A bed lay at the centre of the room. All around were shelves and cupboards which had been kept to mislead her and make her waste her time. A 40% charge in her phone and the clock telling her that she had only 20 minutes left to get out safely, she hurried away.

Quickly opening one drawer and then the other, disappointment flooded her as she failed to locate any file, folder, hell, even a piece of paper.

At last, all drawers, cupboards done and nothing there at all. She felt let down, her heart palpitated. She sat down on the bed and as she placed her hand, heard the very soft scrunch of paper. The stillness of the surroundings was the reason why she could hear it.

She quickened her actions and lifted all the goddamn blankets, to reveal a bunch of paper, half folded, half-torn. She gathered them all. Suddenly she felt something stuck behind one of the sheets. Turning it revealed a USB drive.

Fuck, this was her gold!

She rushed out, picking the papers and the blue file she had collected from the first room. She remembered to check back the second one and the M something code. When she tried to reopen the door, however, she failed. All her trials went in vain. Unlike last time, the door didn't even budge this time.

And then, the entire manor shook as the roar of a bullet echoed all around her. It had been shot just next to her foot, and she stood frozen at her place. She slowly turned around, and saw Miles, with the evil expression on his face appearing to shine in dim light, standing there with a gun.

Slowly, Stuttering, Pooja asked, "What, what, t-the h, hell do you think you are, are doing?"

"I said I will give you the clues, I never said I will let you get away with them. Why would I invite my danger, when putting you to the deathbed would be much, much, easier?" Miles Danvers hissed.

"You want to do a second murder, lose the chance to save your brother forever?"

At the mention of Mark, Miles did fall a little weak, but that passed in a heartbeat.

"Girl, if I really cared about him, I would have never plotted against him in the first place. Bringing you here, was just a ploy, a mask, so that I can finish all four of you and live my life in peace."

He moved forward, one step and the next, as Pooja tried to run. He held her hand with a bone-crushing grip and twisted her hand to her back and held the gun to her cheek. She tried to free herself as she cried out in pain. Her eyes widened as the cold metal touched her skin.

She had really walked into hell at her own will.

Pooja knew her twisting and turning will not be able to help her a bit. So she tried to remember the self-defence techniques she had learnt in her teens and using her foot, kicked him hard in the groin.

He groaned in pain and his attention shifted. Pooja taking the chance, ran swiftly down the stairs, only to slip down the stairs and land on the ground floor. She incurred painful injuries and couldn't move for a good minute.

Even as she mustered the courage to sit up, her body ached in extreme pain. She must've sprained something real bad. Miles was still withering in pain, and she took the chance to get up and slowly move towards the exit.

She dragged her foot and muttered to herself,

Just one more step, just one more.

This rhyme gave her the strength as she almost made it to the door and then

AAH!

Blood splattered on the ground as the bullet pierced through her left hand, and she held the door to support herself. Tears rushed out of her eyes as Pooja screamed in pain.

At least it was her hand and not her mind that had been hurt. Even in pain, she acted smart. Throwing away the files that she held in her right hand outside, she took out the pepper spray that she always had in her pocket and sprayed a good bit of it at the approaching Miles.

It was her black, powdered dynamite, her most powerful weapon.

Coughing, Sneezing, Stumbling, Miles let out cries of help and the gun was very soon forgotten.

Smirking through her tears, Pooja chanted, It's the end Miles, It's the end.

Getting out of there, She shut off the main entrance door on his face and collected all the papers with her non-injured hand. Dragging her foot slowly, she escaped, pride and contentment filled in her heart.

Whatever she did, whatever pain she received, all paled as she bathed in the joy of the possibility of finally being able to rescue her people, her persons.

She did it, for her family...

You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice.

PS: I would have killed Miles myself if given the chance😡 Also sorry for this dark, twisty tale after my birthday. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this mess and here's to hoping that you have a wonderful day ahead🧡! Love You!

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Agape

Last Boss/ Takatora Samura × Reader

Warnings: swearing, past trauma, cheating, murder. Past trauma. I know I said it, but you know

Eros, sexual or erotic love. Can be the love you share with a partner. Lust.

Philia, platonic love. The love you share with friends.

Storge, natural love. The love you share with your family.

Philautia, love of self.

Pragma, long standing love. The love of a married couple.

Agápe, unconditional or Devine love.

Ludus, childish or playful love/flirting.

You laughed, watching the screen, seeing Ludus try to talk some sense into the boy she was helping. "Look at those two getting along," Eros said. "It's been nine years, no? You'd hope they're getting along," you laughed. The screen changed, and you jumped back. "Oh, someone said the word love around divinities," Eros noted. "Ooh, a job for me? It's been so long," you excitedly said, pressing the button. "Well, they're not talking anymore. But, I'll just assume the best and go," you sighed, touching the scene. You felt cold wash over you and shivered. It was so overwhelmingly cold.

"W-what the hell?" You shivered, looking around. There was no one. You sighed, they must have left the room or hidden. "Hello?" You questioned, looking around. The room was a mess, you could barely walk through. "W-what are- who are you?'' A voice questioned. You turned to face them, and saw a man with tattoos on his skin. He was wearing a hoodie without sleeves, most presumably to show off his tattoos. "Silly, you should know. You summoned me!" You laughed, floating over the mess. 'And now she's floating... what is this mess?' He thought to himself, staring up at you. "I didn't summon anything," he stated. You tilted your head to the side. "Oh... It was an accident? Yeah, I get that a lot, but now I'm stuck with you until I help you fall in love, sooooo... let's start with introductions and get that out of the way, yeah?" You suggested, sticking your hand out. He looked at it, sceptical that he would actually touch something. You were either someone that Niragi was using to prank him, or a figment of his imagination. "My name is (Y/N), I'm the cupid of Agape. What's yours?" You introduced. He didn't answer, staring at you. "Ok, well, um... anything you want to talk about, mystery man?" You questioned with a smile, floating closer. He backed up slightly. "Ah, the antisocial type, huh? Alright I like a challenge. May I please know your name?"

You spent hours trying to get him to speak. Finally you had to show him you were real until he answered. He was quite the odd man. He hadn't meant to summon you, really. He was muttering the words to an old rhyme he read once and it just so happened there was divinities on his desk. "The universe never makes mistakes my dear. Even if it was an accident, that," you said after explaining everything. He was not as sceptical anymore, but it still made you laugh. "So you're telling me the only way I can get you to leave is to fall in love with someone or die?" He questioned. You nodded. There was silence once more, and you were getting the feeling that he was not going to talk unless provoked. "Ok, now that you know a bit about me, let me know your name," you said. He looked up at you, studying you.

"You mean to tell me your basically all powerful... but don't know the name of the person you're going to help?"

...

....

"You know what, you're right. I'm going to suggest that to the gods."

It was hours later, and he wouldn't tell you his game. "Please?? Pleaseee?" You begged, shaking his shoulders. "Fine... it's Takatora Samura," he sighed. You jumped up, cheering. "Finally! Thank you!" You shouted, hugging him. You felt him tense up, and let him go. "Not one for physical contact, hm? It's ok," you said, letting him go. You saw him let out a sigh of relief, and laughed a bit. "Is there something humorous about this situation to you?" He asked. You giggled, nodding your head. "Your reactions my dear," you answered. You saw his ears turn red and you smiled. "I'll find out all about you sooner or later, whether you tell me willingly, or I force it out of you," you said, an innocent smile on your face. He didn't think that was an innocent wording to it. It sounded like a threat, and he assumed it was best to just talk to you. You were quite... pretty. Maybe it was the fact you were basically a goddess, but something about you pulled him to you. Not the fact that you two were literally bonded until you helped him fall in love, but something else. He didn't know what it was yet, but he'd figure it out.

"Following you around is quite tiring you know? Always jumping on and off things. It's quite the impressive feat, but still, you must be tired aren't you darling?" You questioned, floating besides him. "So since I asked you to stop calling me the other nickname, you come up with a new one? You're... a frustratingly stubborn woman," he said quietly. He seemed to notice that people couldn't see you, so he found it best to keep quiet when talking to you. "And you're just a frustrating man, so we're even," you said with a smile. "Can you see other cupids? Like when they're down with other people?" He asked, a sudden thought coming to mind. "Hm? We can't see them, but we can most certainly feel their presence. One of us has been with the same one for nine years. He's... well, she keeps him in line that's for sure," you answered. Your dress seemed to float around with you, bouncing and flowing around as if it were alive itself. He didn't know what to think of this whole situation. It was so bizarre. "So... if I had a person who I thought had a cupid helping them, could you find them?" He asked. "I don't know what you're plan is, but it sounds fun, let's go!" You chirped, pulling on his arm.

"Hmm... oh. Oh, yeah he's definitely got a cupid. That's Ludus's energy alright," you said. He let out a small chuckle, and you looked down at him. "What's so funny Mr. Mystery?" You questioned. "If I'm not mistaken... Ludus is childish or playful love, no?" He asked, hiding a smile. You nodded slowly. "So he has a cupid that's the total opposite of him... who repremands him... and makes him do things that follow a normal moral compass? I find that to be hilarious," he said. You laughed, nodding your head. "I guess that is funny when you look at it that way. What else do you have to do?"

It was currently night time, and honestly, you were bored. He just sat in a chair in his room, reading some book he found. "Hey... hey. Hey! Pay attention!" You shouted. He slowly moved his book down, glancing over at you. "Can we talk about something? Anything is better than silence," you said, sitting on his bed. "I guess... um, tell me about your past?" he asked, shutting the book completely. "Oh... sure!"

"I have no doubt you'll do great! I'll see you in a week?" You said, hugging the man in front of you. It was you husband. You had always supported his musical career, insisting that he would make it one day. "Aw, thank you my dear. And of course, in a week or a bit longer. Goodbye," he assured, waving as he walked off. "Goodbye! I love you!"

All was fine, until news came back that he had been see with another woman. You of course, shook it off. Maybe she was just a friend? But of course, they had been caught doing things no friends would.

"I- I just... I need some time,'' you stuttered, pushing him away softly. "You're mine, don't forget that. You don't need time, you just need me," he said forcefully. "No. We aren't doing this. You cheated on me. Please give me the respect I deserve, and give me time to process what happened. In this moment I am not yours. The moment you decided to be with another, was when I stopped being yours," you stated, running off.

After everything you had supported him through, he really threw you to the side for another woman? You had lived in poor conditions, barely managing to pay rent, supporting him, just for him to do this to you? You had never complained, and always told him he'd be great. He was destined for good things. You always knew it. And this was how he repaid the years of support, love, and loyalty? (As Cardi B. Once said... ahem... "Broke boys don't deserve no pussy, I know that's right.")

It was months later when you got a knock at your door. You turned off the tap, placing the dish you were washing down in the sink. You grabbed the towel besides the sink, drying your hands, while walking to the door. They knocked again and you walked faster shouting, "I'm going!"

You got to the door, unlocking it, and opening it. In front of you was a woman who looked the opposite of you. Every aspect if her was different from you. "Oh... um, hello! Is there anything I can help you with?" You asked. She nodded, "I want you gone."

You stared back in shock, thinking you'd misheard her. "Excuse me?" You questioned. She pushed you back, making you hit your head on the wall. You yelped in pain, falling to the floor. "What the hell?!" You shouted, standing up. "He's so obsessed with you, he misses you, we'll see who he misses when I get rid of you!" She screamed, grabbing a knife from the kitchen. You quickly grabbed the doorknob, getting ready to leave. "No you don't you bitch!" She yelled, running at you with the knife. You opened the door, going to run, before she grabbed the edge of your nightgown, pulling you back. You landed back in your home, and she closed the door, locking it. And thats when you knew you wouldn't survive, as she had blocked every exit.

"I think that's about it. She stabbed me to death, I became a cupid. Oh, and I found out that she was the girl he cheated on me with and blah blah blah. Boring talking about me. What about you?" You finished, waving your hands around. "You are- what? I'm so... he... then she..  You got murdered ?" He stuttered. You nodded, "Yeah,why?" "You're so... so nonchalant about it!" He exclaimed, standing up. "Woah there darling, that's a lot of emotion coming from you right now. You sure you're feeling ok?" You asked, walking towards him. "You're like serious? Like actually? That happened?" He questioned. You were so confused. In the single day you had known him, this was all it took to get a reaction?

"Yeah? Why would I lie about that?" You answered.  He sighed, sitting down on his bed "Well.. he wasn't a good person. How do you help others fall in love when the love you experienced wasn't devine or unconditional?" he asked. You looked down, an floated over to him. "Um... I-... I don't know... it's just what I do. It makes people happy. I like seeing others happy," you murmured, playing with your hands. "But... doesn't it get tiring of constantly seeing others get what you never had? Don't you get angry or sad?" He asked, turning to face you. "What? I've never.... I-... y-you're... you're right..." you whispered, tears filling your eyes. His eyes widened, seeing your tears. "I didn't mean to make you cry, I'm-"

"It's o-ok, I know you didn't mean to. Y- you've actually helped me..."

Helped you? How had he helped you? By going off on an observation based off of what you had told him? It was strange to him that you hadn't thought about it before.

"But at least you're able to look for your 'one true love' or whatever bullshit people make up."

Silence met his ears, something that he usually would be happy about, but this time, not so much.

"Right?"

"You get to fall in love still, right?"

"..."

"...."

"...no..."

He stared at you like you had just told him the world was going to end in the next five seconds. How could the gods be so cruel as to make you suffer through your life, and now your after life? He couldn't believe it. There was no rest for your soul.

"We die if we do... and a devine death means no coming back. No after life can or will take you. Your soul, essance, and being dissappears," you explained. "Has anyone ever tried it?" He questioned, looking away. You shook your head, "No... it's just something Zues told us all. Oh, and Ares. And Dionysus."

"Those boys always messing with you ladies. Oh it infuriates me. Hello my dear Y/N!"

You jumped, grabbing onto Last Boss. "Fear not, it's only me," she said. You looked up, and smiled. "Lady Freyja! It's so wonderful to see you!" You laughed. "Now, what the boys told you are lies. You are most certainly allowed to fall in love. What ridiculous nonsense. I can't believe they'd play a prank so cruel on all of you," she ranted. "I- we are?" You questioned. She nodded. You smiled, and realized how stupid you were. "Thank you, Lady Freyja," you said, bowing to show your gratitude. She laughed, shaking her head. "There's no need for that. Do be careful however. My magic was almost not strong enough to reach you. Wherever this is... it's dangerous. Please be aware."

Weeks passed, and Last Boss had never shown interest in anyone. "Taka, come on, there's got to be someone you like. Anyone. Really. Guys, girls, in betweens. Anything darling," you complained as he sat reading a book. "You want to know what? I have taken interest in someone," he responded. You jumped up in excitement. "Really?! Who?" You exclaimed, jumping up and down.

"You."

Again, he was met with silence. Something, he realized, he only hated when it was coming from you.  "Me? As in... Y/N, cupid of Agape, me?" You questioned. He nodded. Your smile grew wider, and he was becoming worried at your silence.

"It's a good thing I've take interest in you too Samura..."

For the first time in a while, he smiled. A genuine smile. You floated over to him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm glad you accidentally summoned me."

Yay! I finished! So, now vote between the ones that are left which is:

Karube - Storge (the love you share for family)

Chota - Philia (the love you share between friends)

Arisu - Eros (sexual love, lust.)

Hatter - Philautia  (love of self in a positive or negative way)

[lovestrucked-again]

Caught in a Deal

Masterlist / Mafia Profile A/N: I suggest reading the profile first

You’ve been begging for something eventful. After being cooped up with these boys that claim to be too busy to talk or look at you, you soak into the continuous moments of boredom. There are only so many games you can invent on the chequered tiles. Then you think of the old times when the leaves were colours of scarlets, golds and browns, back in autumn. Jumping around with friends who you haven’t seen in ages. That's when ideas come... and that's when boredom ends.

You grab your phone from your bedside table, dialling the number off by heart. You had learnt their numbers by memory to hide the messages from the boys. You run into your bathroom, lock the door, and turn on the shower to let the water run before speaking into the phone.

“Hey Jess do you wanna go to the club downtown tonight?”

And that was sorted, easily.

Gone out with Jess for the night, will be back at 6am sharp tomorrow morning. Satisfied with your note, you leave it stuck on your bedroom door for anyone to see. The house seems empty, with only the echoing of your footsteps ringing through the halls. You knew most of them were in the basement, talking about a mission for the night, but you didn't know the exact members attending. Either way, they’d be too busy to notice the absence of your presence.

You manage to sneak down the stairs to take the back door when your phone begins to vibrate in your pocket. Before answering, you walk out to the driveway, trying your best to avoid the security cameras and praying no one was watching the live feed at the moment.

“Hello?” You say, holding your breath.

“Where are you?” Johnny casually asks.

“Where else would I be, I’m at home.”

“Really? Hmm? That’s strange.”

“Why did something happen.”

“Oh I just saw the lights flicker in the driveway and saw someone who happens to look exactly like you running out but I guess I’ll just have to tell the boys that there’s a possible threat around the house instead and we’ll go into lockdown mode.” He babbles on, clearly telling you he knew.

“I promise I’ll be back by 6 in the morning.” You plead into the phone.

“So, where are you going?” he asks.

“I’m going for a sleepover at Jess’s,” you lie.

“Hmm,” He pauses for a few seconds.

“Can I go? I haven’t seen her in ages” You ask desperately.

“Be back before they wake up tomorrow morning.” He sighs, “and text me.”

“I will!”

“Stay safe and lov-”. He doesn't get to finish the sentence as you cut him off accidentally. You quickly send a text message back in response remembering the last time Johnny went sulky cause you didn't reciprocate the words. Love you too xx.

So after meeting Jess at the club and a quick 30minutes into the night, she had already left you to hook up with some fake gangster looking guy leaving you alone. And to be honest, that didn't bother you. The feeling of being outside with so many other people, minding their own thing and just dancing was exciting to you.

After living with the boys for some time, you had gradually learnt to become quick witted while in public. Always being aware of your surroundings; the situation, conversations and people around you. So while you were left alone, dancing to the music, your eyes would scan across the crowds. And after another 20 minutes of jumping/dancing you noticed something.

On the floor above, a pair of eyes were staring at you. Glaring actually. You stopped moving immediately, gulping as you made eye contact with him. You could tell he was visibly pissed off as he clicked his tongue, eyes still on you. That was your cue to get home as fast as you could. The guy across from Taeyong caught his gaze and turned to look at you as well, clearly amused. He was smirking at you, making your stomach turn, wanting to puke. You couldn't make out what he said but he turned back around to Taeyong and in a matter of seconds, Taeyong had taken a gun out and a loud ring occurred.

The people around you had all stopped moving, scanning for the direction of the noise, but the music continued. And so they disregarded the ring and continued their dancing. You were horrified at the scene as you lost Taeyong from your view and stood still in the middle of the dance floor. You took a minute to recuperate your thoughts and began weaving your way through the crowds as fast you could. You struggled to push past people, screaming out “Excuse me” as you tried to find the way out.

You managed to squeeze past the majority of the packed bodies and focused on finding any possible exits. You found an emergency exit sign, and without thinking, bolted towards that direction. The music was becoming softer with every step you were taking away from the dance floor. However, after losing your way through the empty hall, you realise that the signs you had followed, led you to a dead end.

“Hi beautiful, are you looking for some company?” You whip your head around to the voice.

“No not really,” You respond, desperately try to hide how fearful you were of the guy blocking the way you came from. You could control the tremor in your voice to a degree and you could make yourself smile somewhat even if it looked pasted on. But you were beginning to visibly sweat under nervousness and the guy stood still in front of you, staring at you like a desert

“Well I’m looking for someone to keep me entertained while I wait for your boyfriend, boss or whatever he is to you, to finish talking to my leader,” He says, taking a step forward, “And I think your company would actually be really befitting of the situation,” and he takes another step, “Don't you agree?”

“Actually I don't think you’ll need to wait any longer considering your boss is now dead.” You peek around the guy’s body and see Lucas casually leaning against the wall, arms crossed. He happened to be working tonight at the exact same club you had walked into. He noticed you earlier and was going to let you enjoy your night with your friend but when he was told Taeyong was making a negotiation tonight he knew you’d be caught.

“Wh-what,” The guy stutters.

“He’s dead.” Lucas says, pushing himself off the wall and walking over, “So I suggest you leave before things get worse.” The guy looks back and forth between the two of you, clearly making some decisions in his head before he mutters a swear and storms off. You breathe out in relief, sliding down against the wall as Lucas walks over to you. He doesn't have any expression on his face but youcan already assume he’s upset.

“Hi?” You mumble out, giving him a small wave. He opens his mouth to say something but decides against it and exhales loudly. You pick yourself up off the floor and pull your mini skirt down a little, regretting your choice of outfit.

“What are you wearing?” Lucas sighs, shrugging off his jacket. He bends down a little and ties the jacket around your waist, pulling you to him when he tightens the sleeves around you. You don't say anything, keeping your eyes on the floor.

“Let’s go,” He says, taking your hand and dragging you with him towards the back entrance of the club. He’s silent the whole time and walking at a pace that requires you to run a little to keep up with him. He takes you down a dimly lit hallway and pushes against a heavy door that clicks open. Taeyong’s familiar bright red car sits in the middle of the empty parking lot, engine running, headlights on.

“I’ll see you when I get back, in the meantime, don't piss him off even more.” Lucas says, putting a hand on your head and messing it up. You take a deep breath walk over to the car, pulling the door open and bracing yourself for an earful. Taeyong waits for you to sit and pull your seatbelt on before he revs the engine and speeds off. You glance at him and he’s eyes are glued to the road, the nightlights of the city passing by quickly and skimming over his face. You can tell by the way he cuts pass the other cars that he’s angry. He doesn't say anything but only slams the car horn, occasionally cursing at the other drivers. The usual 20minute car ride home becomes a 10minute ride and entirely in silence. He pulls up into the driveway of the house and parks the car before he finally loses it.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing Y/N! Alone in a club like that?!” Taeyong yells, hands clenching onto the steering wheel, and turning to face you for the first time of the drive.

“I was with a friend…” He doesn't say anything and only silence sits over you. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. He breathes out heavily a couple of times, calming himself down.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” He asks softly.

“No.” You mumble. “Let’s go inside for now, I have to get back to the boys.” He says, opening his door.

He uses the key to unlock the front door of the house and walks straight through the hall, towards the basement with you following along behind him. Only Doyoung and Jisung remain in the basement headquarters and none of them seem surprised at Taeyong’s early return.

“Hi,” Jisung says, throwing a wave at the two of you.

“I have to go,” Taeyong states, looking at the boys “keep an eye on her,” he says specifically to Doyoung. He turns around, giving you a look one more time before he walks back out the basement door.

“You’re so screwed when they get back.” Jisung says casually, spinning in his chair as the desktop screens continue flickering with the surveillance cameras of the war currently going on in the club you just left.

“I know,” You groan in frustration.

[inkbun]

If you arenct busy, could you maybe do a (romantic)Roadhog x Fem!Reader angst? Maybe Roadie finds poor reader in a severe depression/anxiety episode(you decide how far it goes, I don't want to make you uncomfortable), and he tries to calm her down? Hurt/Comfort, Romance

Back at it again @ Krispy Kreme. Took a career change and a major move, but I’m back babeyyy. Anyways, this was more serious than I intended, but I like how it turned out. Enjoy! 🐷

(FYI- I’m in a completely different timezone than before so uploads may be random for a while until I figure out what works.)

Words: 1886

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Your back slammed the rusted wall, pocked surface snagging your well-worn henley. Clawing your chest, you tried to regulate your breaths: In for seven, out for eight... only to hyperventilate on the second exhale. Though the panic was an old foe, its trigger this time was wholly unfamiliar.

Living in Junkertown brought its fair share of terrors: thieves and the cowards who stab them in the — two-faced swindlers, and the head of it all, the ruthless Junker Queen. You were by no means a native, having spent most of your adult life in cities like Brisbane. Which while wild in their own right, were far from the barren wasteland that daily threatened your mortality.

Even so, you’d rather a cage match in the Junkertown arena than deal with the situation at hand.

“It’ll be f-fine,” you stammered, pulling the flimsy stick from your pocket. It was decidedly unremarkable—tapered white plastic with a tiny LCD screen in the middle. Funny how something so simple could remain unchanged for over a century since its invention.

Wish it was as simple to get one. Depsite its proclivity for debauchery, Junkertown dealers didn’t often traffic in women’s wellness. Diesel, angel dust, mech parts? Name your price. But a pregnancy test? Everyone loses their minds.

“Rightly so,” you muttered, hands tremoring as you clutched the device.

Your own carelessness had landed you here. Junkertown had a finite supply of...protection dealers and you’d exhausted their existing supply—not that it stopped you.

To be fair, Mako had egged you on—dragging you to the edge of pleasure, dangling you over while his solid arms clutched you close. Granted, you tried to warn him of the line he was toeing, the very real danger the two of you were toying with. The words came in sputtery, pleasure-choked breaths: “Mako p-please, not inside...it can’t...you can’t—”

Mako answered, voice so deep it murmured in your chest. “Don’t care, you’re mine. I want them to know...” At the time the words thrilled you, a sharp departure from his usual level head.

Your tryst with the infamous Roadhog began rather simply. You were an apprentice for Bruce, Junkertown’s master engineer; Mako occasionally brought his motorcycle in after hours for hush-hush repairs. For months you’d tried to figure him out, drawn to the man who always kept his mask on and relegated all responses to appropriately-timed grunts.

Though frightening at first, you grew to enjoy—no, crave—his presence, especially delighted when he brought shop presents from his exploits. They usually consisted of food, like Bruce’s favorite cinnamon vines and your own, powdered sugar donuts. Occasionially he brought trinkets, though you didn’t dare ask where from. The most expensive of these, a solid gold set of brass knuckles, served as a welcome supplement to your growing treasure stash.

Bruce ribbed you about the blossoming...something between you two, smile poorly hidden in his scraggly white beard. “I haven’t seen ‘Hog get excited over anyone in a long while. Hardly looks my way if you’re in the room.”

You waved him off, calling him a silly old man caught up in daydreams. But he was right, even if you only admitted it in your quiet moments. So, when Mako came by late one evening for repairs on a blown gasket and Bruce wasn’t around, you stepped in to help.

Tension-laden, you worked on the bike, doing your best to keep your mind from straying to his large hands, or your eyes from the plethora of tattoos and scars across his skin. Somehow you could feel his gaze, even beneath the mask, felt the curious intensity even though he said little.

“Thanks,” he said, once you were done, drawing just close enough for you to examine him up close.

Strange, you thought, taking in the hulking man before you. Mako’s wiry demolitionist sidekick had tried flirting with you, but on nights when your hand snaked beneath the band of your cargos, you dreamt of thick arms and a shock of white hair accompanying deep, pleasured growls. And that’s when you knew you were in trouble.

You flashed a sultry smile, not bothering to adjust the fallen strap of your denim overalls. “No bother at all. I know I’m not Bruce, but my touch ain’t half bad.”

“That so?” he chuckled, timbre-rich sound warming your bones. You nodded vigorously, dislodging the other strap in the process. Reason told you to pull it back up, act like nothing happened — for god’s sakes don’t fuck the outlaw.

You promptly did the opposite, drawing nearer until you hit his stomach, fingers boldly exploring the skin there. Mako went very still, strangled groan escaping him as you kept on. At last he stopped you, taking your arm gently in his large hand.

“I’m a bad man, ____.”

You snorted, spirit too consumed to let a little self-deprecation stop you. Gently you reached up, bracing on his stomach for balance as you tugged the bottom of his mask up. Mako flinched, grip on your hand tightening before at last giving a single nod: a silent “Continue.”

With some difficulty you unfastened it, fascinated with every inch of the face it revealed. He was younger than the white ponytail suggested, honey brown eyes alight with quiet mischief; his snub nose was adorned by a septum ring, with sharp cheekbones punctuated by stubble and facial scars. He was oddly handsome, despite the apprehension and want warring on his face.

Breathless, you stilled your thundering heart and braced both palms against him, fingers spanning in search of more. “Show me.”

That was nearly a year ago, the months since filled with snuck rendezvous in Bruce’s shop, your apartment, and a host of “we’ll be killed if we’re caught” locations. Neither of you publicly claimed the other, both of you citing op sec as the reason. Mako was wanted in far too many towns, and you didn’t need any of Junkertown’s nastier characters—including the Queen herself—knocking on Bruce’s door with questions.

Still, the past few months had seen a palpable...something growing between you. Mako had started staying the night instead of returning to his hideout with Jamison, clutching you in slumber like one of his beloved pachimaris. You began keeping apricot jam, his favorite, in the fridge and doubled your grocery order just in case he stopped by.

You were serious. Maybe not in love—Was that even possible in the Wasteland?—but definitely serious.

“And I’m about to fuck it all up,” you whispered, tears welling your eyes as you pondered taking off the cap. It’d been at least an hour since it chirped, announcing the results were in. Three times you gathered up the courage to look—three times you failed, panic robbing you of breath and vision blurring whenever you even considered the possibility of a positive result.

Your brain whirred, spitting questions with no good answers: Would he still want me? Would he blame me? Would he leave?

Would he, would he...on and on it went until you were queasy.

The swirling dread robbed you of awareness, so much so that you failed to hear your the click of your a door as someone unlocked it, or the thumpy footsteps on the stairs accompanied by inquisitive “hmms” as Mako searched the workshop for you.

You’d gone totally numb, shivering against the wall; just then, a familiar hand tapped your shoulder.

“Roadie!” you jumped, test stick clattering to the floor. You tried to rein your voice in, aware it likely teetered on hysterics. “What are you doing here?”

He had forgone the mask as you liked, tattered t-shirt straining against his tummy and large arms. His was hair out of its usual ponytail, gathered around his neck in a shaggy white crop. Every bit of it screamed relaxed, as did the takeaway boxes tucked under his arm. Mako had come for a date, and you were about to ruin it all.

“I was around,” he offered, watching you for a moment. Then, nodding at the ground. “What’s that for?”

Realizing the test was out in the open, you scrambled to snatch it up. “N-nothing! Silly business really, don’t worry about it, I just—”

“Don’t lie to me, ____,” he said, snatching up the test with deceptive speed.

The words were gentle, softer than anything you’d ever heard from him. Of course I can’t hide from him. He might be an internationally-wanted criminal, but Mako was one of the most perceptive people you’d ever met. Not that it’d take a savant to derive the source of your current meltdown.

He held the damning evidence in front of you. “This yours?”

You nodded, biting your lip to quell your tears. Mako nodded, face drained of emotion. He watched you a moment, eyes resting on your middle.

“Would it be mine?”

You nodded again, momentary incredulity granting you courage to speak. “Whose else’s?”

That got a slight chuckle, quickly replaced by the first instance of worry you’d ever seen on his face.

“You look yet?”

You shook your head no.

“Scared?” he asked, face full of comprehension.

You nodded, trembling progressed to sobbing tremors. Without another word Mako pulled you toward him, willing you still with his solid warmth. By degrees you stopped, reduced to sniffles and quiet babbling.

“I’m so sorry, I ruined everything. You came to have a good time and you face so much out there and I-I—“

Mako kissed your head, lips lingering against your clammy skin. “Stop. We’ll look at it together.”

It wasn’t a question and you had no will left to fight. Still, the unspeakable question prowled your thoughts, compelling you to ask.

“And if it’s...” you said, trailing off as you stared at him with welling eyes.

“Then it is,” Mako said, training his quiet, determined gaze on your frightened one. “But I’m yours, ____. No matter what.”

You cried out in relief, so flooded with happiness you could only hug him tighter. Mako laughed, sound soothing like summer rain on desert sand. Standing on your tippy toes, you kissed him, leaching every ounce of gratitude and affection you could into your lips. He answered ferverently, flicking his tongue across yours before pulling away.

“Ready?” he asked, holding the test up. Taking a deep breath, you nodded. With him by your side, you could do anything. Using his thumb, Mako slid the shutter covering the screen, both of you holding your breath as you uncovered the result: Negative.

The sound you made barely qualified as human, but Mako just laughed, ruffling your hair with his free hand. Crisis averted, turned your attention to the fragrant takeaway boxes, sure you detected the tang of greasy noodles.

“Hungry?” Mako asked, scarred cheek quirking as he smiled.

You stood, temporarily stunned by the pure affection on his face. He wouldn’t say it yet, and neither would you until you got good and ready, but right then you knew that Mako Rutledge, criminal extraordinaire, loved you.

Stomach grumbling, you answered with a smile. “For you? Always.”

[doux-ciel]

Gift of Life. The art of flirting

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As the beginning of February rolls around; there is still snow on the ground. Nova and I are just getting out of our 3 p.m. class when I was scrolling through Facebook Nova asks, “Did you check out the place?”

As I open the door to exit the technology building I nod referring to Gifting Miracles, I look up giving her a grin. “Yeah. I think I might be a surrogate, I really need the money.”

After I let her exit her and then I follow suit; out of the corner of my right eye I see Nova’s body shivering, the strong winds mixed with the cold air was getting to her. As she begins to whine about how it was never this cold in Sussex I laugh at how she was bundled up in her scarf and gloves. She turns to me, her voice sounding muffled as her face is buried in her hands. “I get it, you better get one of those rich people, I heard they might even let you stay in there place for free.”

I scoff, while placing my phone in the pocket of my coat. “If it happens I better be staying there for free. I am carrying their baby.”

She continues to walk next to me, looping her arm underneath my right arm. “Anyway what else happened?”

I start to explain the conversation I had with the coordinator. “Well they said I needed to fill out an application which I did shortly after talking with the coordinator. She called like two days ago, thankfully I got accepted. Next is the screening, then an interview all of this should take place in spring‍.”

Her eyes light up as she looks across the campus, my eyes follow hers. I discover a hot chocolate stand and I immediately know why she led me out the door so quickly. “So exciting”

“Exciting? I’m gonna be miserable for 9 months”

“Well exciting for them...but girl just think after this you won’t have I ask your mom for nothing, now you can take of yourself”

Another arm loops around my other arm getting my attention. “Yesenia”

As if we were reading each other’s minds Nova and I rolled our eyes, while both greeting the 5’8 hockey player. “Hey Knoxx”

Knoxx gives me that signature grin, a snaggletooth peeking behind his pink lips. “You wanna come and study with me later?”

I retract my arm away from him as we walk up to the hot chocolate stand. I was currently taking 4 classes none of which he attended. Studying was his way of saying I want you drop those pants in his language. “Slow down cowboy, I thought you were hanging out with Carli tonight”

His thick eyebrows furrow into confusion as if he had no idea what I was talking about. Placing his hands in his dark blue coat his voice is taut, “Who told you that?”

Nova who was behind 2 people spoke up, “All the girls in African American history said you and her were going to sit by the fire at 6.”

Chuckling he focuses his robins egg blue eyes on anything but me. Shrugging he replies, “So what if we are?...I can get back early and spend the rest of the night with you.”

I scoff at his comment while looking at Nova, she’s giving me a thumbs down. Crossing my arms in front of my body I glare at him. “I don’t need Carli’s sloppy seconds Knox.

It was now Nova’s turn to get her desired hot chocolate, she put her order in and was waiting for her hot beverage. She turns her body towards him, letting out a breath. “Knoxx you really need to stick to just one girl”

“Listen Nova I don’t need just one girl, I’m here to help the community with my experience.”

I step closer to Knoxx; making us just inches apart from each other I whisper while lightly touching his jeans. “What experience are we talking about exactly?”

Looking up at the sky he lets out a hearty laugh. Looking directly into my eyes he states in a cocky tone. “You already know what experience I’m talking about Yesenia, so what’s your answer...your room at 7:45?”

In a simple but direct tone I answer him while hitting his arm, “You better wear a condom with her.”

“I always do” he replies, after our short conversation he says he has to go before he’s late to pick up his older brother from work and just like that he’s gone.

Nova while taking a sip of her hot beverage asks, “Why do you two use each other like that?”

My lips twist up and I let out a sigh. “Nova I don’t want to hear it”

“No, I’m going to tell you Yesenia you need to find-”

I interrupt her waving my left hand in the air, “I know I know, a nice guy who will treat me right”

Nova rolls her eyes, “Exactly...so why aren’t you doing it?”

“Because he’s great in bed”

“Yesenia!!”

“What I’m serious, that man know how to make a girl scream.”

“Your nasty you know that?”

¤ ¤ ¤

I check the time, it is now 7:36 p.m. and I know I was late to come over to my mother's house and clean up for her. Knowing she gets off around 7 p.m. I need to get started.

Just as I was rising up from my seat on the city bus I receive a text from Knoxx.

After our “study session” which lasted longer than usual I knew I was going to spend the night on my mothers couch. My mind is telling me no but my body is reacting differently. Brushing that feeling away I walk off the city bus and make my way to her front door, putting the key in the lock I unlock the door and slowly open it.

“Mom?”

Looking around the small apartment I see her shoes by the door but I don't see her, she’s probably taking her bath. So instead of interrupting I decide to set my coat on the nearby coat rack and begin to start the cleaning process of my mothers 1 bedroom apartment.

As I'm cleaning I remember the memories of her waking me out of my sleep on a Sunday morning with Salsipuedes playing loud like we didn't have neighbors right next to us.

After about 15 minutes of cleaning the living room which consisted of  vacuuming, dusting,  I even wiped off the clock that was on the wall. I begin to make my way over to the kitchen, I immediately go to the oven and take out the various pots and pans that lay in the small convection oven and place them on the nearby counter top.

After I get all of the kitchen cookware in their correct places, I bend down near the stove to start cleaning when I hear my mother’s voice behind me.

“Que demonios” (what the hell) I feel my mother walk closer to me, turning my head I see her seamed face with her large nose flared, her thick dark brown eyes arched upwards as her lips frowned.

“Que” (What) I answer, my eyes shifting back and forth from the living room and back to her.

Rolling her eyes she turns her head the other way looking away from me, she suppresses her anger with a huff. Placing her hand on my shoulder, “Why do you clean up for me some days of the week when you know I can clean for myself? It’s what I do mija.”

“Mom I know you're tired when you come home...besides I want to help you like you’ve helped me”

She chuckles, “I'm your mother it’s my job to help you...or else CPS would’ve got involved a long time ago.”

She clicks her tongue, moving quickly to gather the pots and pans. “¿Por qué mueves mis ollas y sartenes?” (Why are you moving my pots and pans?)

“Here we go” I mouthed.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing mom” I mumbled.

“You didn’t clean the living room right either” she ranted as she points to the coffee table which had a small piece of dust on it.

My mouth ajar at her comment, I rise up from my bended position placing the sponge in the sink I exclaimed. “I cleaned it exactly how you showed me!”

Her eyes slowly lift up towards me face, “Are you getting loud with me?”

Met with nothing but silence on her end, her eyes shooting daggers my way I stand there with my mouth shut and my eyes focused on her.

I see her walk to the sink, “Let me clean, I can clean my own place” getting ready to start on the dishes she loses her balance and bumps into the counter.

I rush over to her placing my hand on her arm, she winces in pain as she quickly retracts her arm from my hand, “Don’t touch...I’m fine”

Her job working as a housekeeper for this rich family is taking a toll on her body, everyday for the past 3 months she has come home tired, aching and she can barely cook dinner for herself. It angers me to see my mother in so much pain but she just takes it as working hard but I’m seeing it as nearly killing herself for a paycheck.

She has now started to wash the dishes, she has a cup in her hand and she is running it over the water.

Kissing my teeth with a frown etched on my face I walk up to her taking the sponge out her hand, “Your tired mom please go sit down”

She tries to grab the sponge from me, “Pero-” (but)

I give her a stern look while bumping my hip to hers, motioning her to move away from the sink, “Ve y siéntate” (go and sit down)

As I'm putting up the clean towels and washcloths that I had folded; I rest on the couch near my mother.

Placing my head on her shoulder, I breath in the faint smell of lavender on her skin as she places her arm around me.

“Whats going on?” She asks with her eyes closed.

“Hmm?” I replied.

Kissing her teeth she asks again, “With you Yesenia? Your schooling”

Grabbing a nearby pillow I start to meddle with the beading, “Don't worry about it mom”

I look over at her waiting for a reaction, she opens her eyes and her eyebrows draw together, “Don't worry? My daughter is now attending college and might not graduate and you want me to be fine with it?”

“I'm handling it”

In the back of my mind I was freaking out because I don't know if the surrogate agency is going to place me with a family who can pay me the money I'm needing to pay off my schooling. Lying to her and to myself I look into her eyes seeing the bags underneath; I take her hands into mine. Giving her a faint smile,“Yes it’s all under control.”

“Yesenia…”

Shushing her I lead her over to her bedroom, as she sits down on her very old queen sized mattress I start to lift her feet up to place them under the covers. I quietly say to her, “Your always taking the weight of the world on your shoulders” As she gets comfortable in her current position, I place a kiss on her forehead and walk over to the entryway, turning my head to see her one last before I leave the room.

“Not this time” I whisper, flicking the light off I close the door and let my mother get the rest she deserves.

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ Reactions: You're his / he's your wallpaper.

Seonghwa:

"What are you doing, love?" Seonghwa asked, lying down beside you on your bed.

"Ludo... I just need to get three to win," you said, keeping your eyes on your phone, mentally praying that your opponents don't catch up. Seonghwa wrapped an arm around your waist while watching you play. After you finally won the game, he placed a kiss on your cheek as a reward.

When you pressed the home button on your phone to exit the app, Seonghwa noticed your new wallpaper of him: it was a picture of him making dinner. "Oh! When did you take this?"

"I don't know," you replied. "I randomly found it on my phone and I liked it. You look really nice here."

"I have a picture of you like this too! Let me find it and set it as my wallpaper so we can match!" Seonghwa said excitedly, taking his phone out from his pocket.

Hongjoong:

"Babe, could you do me a favor?" Hongjoong asked while he typed some lyrics on his laptop.

"Hmm?"

"Could you please take my phone and text the guys? They asked me to get some ice cream before going home. Ask them what flavors they want."

"Okay," you said, grabbing his phone from the table. When you unlocked his phone, you immediately noticed his wallpaper: it was a picture of you wearing one of his reformed jackets.

"I'm your wallpaper," you mumbled with a smile.

Hongjoong turned to look at you. "Yeah... whenever I'm not able to write lyrics or spend time with you, I look at that. It calms me down."

You pulled Hongjoong into a sweet kiss, touch by his words.

Yunho:

You were at a BBQ restaurant, having lunch with your boyfriend, Yunho.

"Tell me when five minutes are up," Yunho told you, placing the raw meat on the mini grill while he talked about his schedule.

When you checked the time on your phone to see how long it's been, Yunho noticed your wallpaper. It was a picture of him smiling brightly while holding his friend's newly adopted golden retriever puppy.

"Didn't know you liked that picture so much," he said with a grin, happiness clearly visible in his eyes.

"Which? Oh, this?" you showed him your lockscreen and he nodded. "I love this picture. You look exactly like it! It's so adorable!" you gushed.

"Well, we are the same species," he joked.

You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "That you are."

Yeosang:

You went to Busan for a month due to a work project, but it felt like a year for Yeosang. He was standing outside the railway station, waiting for your train to arrive.

"I missed you sooo much," he said, pulling you into a tight hug as soon as he saw you leave the railway station.

"Me too." You kissed his cheek.

After he helped you put your luggage in his car, he began driving to your apartment. Throughout the ride, you told him about the project you were working on.

When you took his phone to change the song that was playing, you noticed his new wallpaper. You were surprised it was you; usually, it was always a scenery.

"Did you miss me that much?" you teased him, showing him his wallpaper of you.

"Obviously," he said, his free hand moving to intertwine with yours. "I could barely talk to you due to our busy schedules. I had to depend on that."

San:

"Babe, download this game. I wanna play it with you," San said, settling down beside you on the couch while you read a book. You unlocked your phone and handed it to him, letting him download it for you.

When he giggled, you turned to look at him. You noticed how his cheeks turned pink. You glanced at your phone screen, realizing what made him giggle; your wallpaper was a picture of San cuddling the cat plushie you had won for him at an arcade.

"I'm your wallpaper!" he stated happily, dimples showing while he smiled. "We should do that trend too!"

"Which trend?"

"Swapping sim card trays with your significant other!" he replied excitedly, already grabbing his phone. "Good thing our phones are different colors!"

Mingi:

Mingi dozed off to sleep while waiting for you to come over. You were supposed to be at his dorm twenty minutes ago, but the traffic was really bad.

When you finally got to Ateez's dorm, Hongjoong opened the door for you and you greeted the rest of the members.

When you went to Mingi's room, you found him fast asleep. His phone was at the edge of the bed, so you took it and placed it on the bedside table so that it wouldn't fall.

Since your finger touched his screen, it lit up, making you glance at it. "Cute," you mumbled when you saw his wallpaper. It was a picture of you making a snow angel.

"What's cute?" Mingi asked sleepily.

"Your wallpaper," you answered.

"Yeah... you're cute," he said with a smile, scooting back on his bed to make some space for you. "Come cuddle with me."

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung was currently using your phone, looking at recipe of a certain dessert you had been craving.

You told him you would order it, but he insisted on making it himself as he was in the mood to cook something new. Wooyoung doesn't make desserts very often, so he was quite excited.

"Hmm, this is actually not that hard to make. We need to get a few ingredients from the convenience store," he said and exited the app. That's when he noticed your wallpaper: it was a picture of him standing in your balcony, sun rays kissing his beautiful face, his tanned skin glowing.

Of course, Wooyoung teased you about it.

"Oh, do you love me this much, Y/N?" he teased with a smirk, showing you your wallpaper of him.

"I know I'm your wallpaper too, Woo," you said with a wink, getting him flustered.

Jongho:

You were at a supermarket with Jongho and Mingi, helping them get some stuff for their dorm.

"I'll go get the diary items," Mingi said before going towards the diary section.

"Ah, what else do we need?" Jongho said to himself while unlocking his phone to check the list Seonghwa sent. That's when you saw his wallpaper. It was a picture of you on your first date with Jongho.

Jongho noticed that you saw it, and he panicked a little; your relationship was still quite new, so he didn't know how you would feel about it. "Oh, um, I'm sorry... I should've asked you first."

You snorted, taking out your phone from your sling bag. You showed him your lockscreen which was a picture of him posing next to a giant teddy bear.

"You're my wallpaper too," you said, pecking his pink cheek, making him shyly giggle.

[skillfulwolfworld]

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook | reader

Summary: Selene is a young 21-year-old who has done the impossible to be a young top producer, top dancer, and singer. Trying to make a name for herself was always hard, especially when she doesn't want handouts from her father is who is a big-time producer too. One day her father calls saying he needs help with a company called Big Hits he just signed on with. What will happen?

Rated: 18+ as for language, future smut and etc.

Author's Note: Welcome be patient with me as I have all this in my head and trying to put it down on here. All are fictional and times will not be accurate. This will be a series hopefully you like it. Thanks

Chapter: 1

You think being 21 I be out partying living with no care in the world and off of my parent's money. But nope here I am sitting in a boring meeting about what class we each need to teach later this week and what dance moves to learn.

"Do you think he ever gets tired of his own voice at all?" Breaking my thoughts as Ash whispers in my ear scooching closer to me. Stifling a laugh I look towards Josh who loves to keep any meeting going for as long as he can.

"Now that I doubt, you know he loves being center of attention. I mean look he always gets a big head when he does them. Good thing I already know the schedule and plans." Still looking ahead towards Josh as I whisper back. Ash sighs while mumbling under her breath as she fixes her blonde hair in a messy bun.

After another thirty minutes, Josh finally lets everyone go for the day. You would think he wouldn't ramble on after everyone practices but nope. Gathering my duffle bag pulling my phone out, waiting for Ash as she talks to a new guy. Pulling my bag on my shoulder leaning against the wall. Feeling my phone vibrate I see my Dads name come across the screen.

"Hey, Dad. Isn't it early where you are, you're okay?" Signaling to Ash I'll be outside in my car.

"Can't I just call my favorite child and see how she is? It's only 6am here." Hearing his deep voice chuckle. Shaking my head I unlock my 2015 black Ford Escape hoping in.

"I am your only child Dad." Kneading my eyebrows together.

"I am messing baby. But you know the early bird gets the worm. Got to keep up with all you younger people. But the reason I called I have a business opportunity for you." Frowning slightly and rolling my eyes from his words.

"Dad you know I don't do your handouts." I can already picture him rolling his eyes like I did.

"Selene Marie this is not a handout, I need your help. You are more into the younger generation and your generation than I am. You have built your name and career without my help. You are an amazing producer." He used his business voice meaning this was serious. Rubbing my hand across my face I stayed quiet processing everything.

"I don't want to pressure you, so give my answer by the end of the day." Still in his business tone. Seeing Ash finally come out and slowly head towards my car.

"Ok, I'll talk to later Dad." Hanging up turning the ringtone up on my black iPhone. I lean my head back closing my eyes, feeling Ash open the door, and jump in the vehicle.

"Oh no, you good?" Keeping my eyes closed I shake my head no. Ash squeezes my shoulder as I take a deep breath.

"Again tell me why I followed my dad's footsteps?" Opening my eye as I turn my head towards her.

"Hmm. From growing up with you, you said was cause you love music and seen struggling artists get help from your Dad taking chances on. You always wanted to be the good guy well girl in the industry just like him." Putting her finger to her lip as she thought out loud. Smiling I push her for being cheesy.

"Okay no more saying cute things like that. But you're right, but it's hard when around every corner my Dad wants to help me. I mean it took two years to get here for people to see me for my work and not my Dad. He called wanting my help on this company." Laying my head on the steering wheel closing my eyes.

'Smack'

Feeling a sting on the back of my head, sitting up I glare at Ash. Who is just glaring back.

"I swear I want to strangle you a lot, Selene." Crossing her arms. "You are one of the top producers in America, so of course your Dad would call you. Not for you being his daughter. You are just being well not smart as it's your dad calling you, not someone else." She huffed shaking her head. As everything became quiet my mind couldn't stop running. Did he really call me for my reputation and I know more about it?

"I hate you, Ash." Smiling as I look towards her. "I thought I was supposed to be the sensible one." Grabbing my keys as I start the vehicle and began buckling up.

"We grew up so it always switches, but you gonna do the job?" She buckles as I pull out of the parking lot.

"I might still have to set ground rules and see what the job is." Quickly look towards her I look forward again as I drive towards our house. She gives a quick nod as she starts playing on her bright pink phone.

Driving can always make or break your mind. Either you are a person who overthinks or clears your mind. You can say I overthink when I drive depending on the problem. After a forty-five minute drive, we make it home to our four-bedroom house we got just a few years ago.

"You want to order out tonight or order out?" Ash laughs as she hops out of the vehicle.

"We can order out I guess, just order whatever I got to call my Dad back." Grabbing my stuff shutting the door and lock the vehicle up. Heading inside behind Ash I head towards the room. Closing my door as I walk to my bed just falling face-first into my black covered pillows groaning. Maybe Ash is right, am I just being difficult as it's my Father who asked for help? I slowly turn on my back as I began to sit upon the bed, taking my hair out of the messy bun its been in since 11 am this morning. Looking towards my window I see it's pitch black outside but still a small breeze that pushes through my open window. Hearing crickets start chirping as I slowly get up and walk towards the window, pulling the curtain open more. Looking down at my purple Fitbit I see it's already 10:56 pm, sighing I walk to my bed in search of my phone.

Seeing the black corner sticking out from underneath the pile of pillows I have, I unlock it going to recent calls. Hovering over my Dad's name as I debated pressing the green call button. Internally what seems like forever I hovered over the green button I finally lightly pressed down, also turning the speakerphone on. Ever get that feeling like your heart is about to explode as you hear those long rings, yeah I feel like that right now. Starting at the phone like that will help my father pick up the phone. After a few more rings it goes to voicemail sighing I end the call.

'knocking'

Walking to my door I pull it open saying "I called Ash he didn't pick up." Looking at her as expecting her to be here for what I decided and said to my Dad. But instead greeted with the smell of Domino's pizza and her struggling to hold on a bottle of our favorite wine Pinot Noir and glasses.

"A little bit of help." She groans as I laughing grabbing the wine and glasses. If anyone knew her they understand she is not the best at being coordinated even when she walks. So her making it to my bedroom from the kitchen with everything was shocking.

"How many times did you drop something?" Settings my phone on the dresser then grabbing the wine and glasses putting them down next. Ash looks at me as she sets the pizza and napkins on the bed looking offended as she put her hands on her hips. Seeing she took a shower and changed into simple pink shorts and a big white t-shirt that was two times her sizes, with her blonde hair was in a side braid.

"I have you know I did not drop anything, as much difficulty as that wine is open." Glaring then turned around to open the pizza box as she pulled out a piece taking a huge bite out of it while sitting on the bed. Smiling I began to pour us some wine. "So he didn't answer?" Mouth full of food wiping her hands.

"Can you not speak with your mouth full of food, but no he didn't. It is only 11:23 am in South Korea. Please don't get any food on my bed this time." Checking the clock hanging on my wall as I take a sip of wine. Seeing in the corner of my eye as she sticks her tongue out towards me.

'Ring Ring'

Picking up the phone as I hit the green button and hitting the speaker before I greeted him.

"Hey, Dad." Walking over to the bed and sitting down, setting the phone in-between Ash and I.

"Sorry, I was in a meeting with everyone here and couldn't walk away." Hearing people talking in the background.

"Understandable, so about the job. What is it you need from me and for how long?" Turning putting my drink down I grab my notepad and pen for my nightstand ready to write important information down. Even though I know it will be in the contract if I said yes.

"Of course. I have the contract here if you sign. It's Big Hit boy band group that is needing help with just a dance instructor and help with some songs made. Nothing too over the top as I've helped them with a good direction to go in. You will be signed for 6 months. Also, you are decent with your Korean language?" Hearing papers shuffle in the background as he fiddles looking to make sure he covered everything.

"Yes, I am decent with the language. Everything sounds good. I will have to make sure I am covered here but I don't see why not to come there to help. But I don't want you hovering me." Ash squeals lightly clapping her hands. Lightly smiling at her as I write down everything hearing my father laugh from hearing Ash.

"Of course, I'll set your travel time to leave Thursday night. So Friday afternoon when you get in we can sign the contract and I'll show you around the building on the weekend so you can relax afterward." His voice finally losing his business tone going into his father's tone.

"Sounds good, give me a good day and a half to send emails to everyone and pack. Just send me the details, also you know Ash is my helper when it comes to dancing. I'll pay for her as I need her help, can you just get two tickets?" I look towards Ash as she beams from her spot. Hearing a few chuckles from the phone.

"Of course. I will see you both in two days. I'll send everything to your email. If any problems let me know. I have to go to another meeting. Love you." He sighs as I hear more people come closer to him.

"Ok, will do. Love you too." Hanging up the phone, I set my notepad and pen on the nightstand and grab my wine to take a big drink. Glancing at Ash, seeing her smile big as she can.

"So I'm guessing you are happy to come help?" I say when I finish my wine and set the empty glass down.

"Well duh I mean we get to go across the world and get paid for it.!" She jumps up and starts dancing.

"You realize we have to work right and won't have much time to relax." Giving her a serious look as she finally settles down. Nodding while her face turns serious.

"Yeah yeah I understand. But still, it's gonna be a new experience. I don't think I will be much help in the talking department though." Looking straight at me, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"I didn't need you for the language you are there for your dancing and if anything I am sure if I'm not around someone will translate for you." Smiling I get up from my bed stretching and finally grabbing a piece of pizza. Moaning as I take a bite and savory the taste as it hits my tongue.

"Do you have to make that type of noise when you eat. Ugh, I'm leaving got to make sure I have everything for the trip." She gathers up the pizza box, wine, and her glass as she slowly walks out closing the door behind her as she tries hard not to drop anything. Then I hear her yell "Take a damn shower you smell like sweat!"

Laughing I finish my pizza, grabbing my laptop from the desk bringing it to the bed as I type in the password I looking at the clock on there then groan. Midnight great this is gonna take forever to send everyone an email. But knowing I only have right now to send this is the best time to now. Huffing I began to send the dance studio and my clients explaining I took on another client and will be away out of state for about 6 months. That if any problems arise they could email me and we can work out the problem when it was a good time for them and me. Writing a few encouraging words I sent the emails.

Rubbing my eyes I see the clock read 1:56 am, logging out I get up from my comfy spot. Setting my laptop down I start to gather everything for my shower finally. Settling on a dark purple tank top with a black sports bra and gray shorts, walking into my bathroom I turned on the turned. Washing away all the tension from practice and stress from today's events. Washing and conditioning my hair I began scrubbing my skin with lavender body wash, what seemed like a 10-minute shower was really a 45 minute one. Stepping out I started my night routine with face washing and brushing my teeth.

Opening the bathroom door you see the steam roll out, walking slowly back to my king bed as I sit on the edge French braiding my hair. My body losing energy after the relaxing shower I climb under the thick cover. Checking my phone one last night I see an email my father sent about the travel details. Deciding ill read it tomorrow I slowly drift off into a deep sleep. The only noise to be heard was from the crickets outside in the dark.

[danganronpa87]

Chapter 1: Deadly Life

Waking up, I felt pretty well-rested. Yesterday had been a good day, and I found myself excited to see the the others again.

I went to go change and then leave my room, heading for the dining hall. As soon as I grabbed the door handle, the intercom clicked on.

"Please make your way to the day room. I have an important announcement."

The monitor clicked off.

Okay... this couldn't be too bad. Even if this wasn't a nighttime announcement, it couldn't be too bad.

...Right?

I headed towards the day room apprehensively, followed by a few others. I didn't see Siandi around, so I assumed she was already in the day room. Probably searching for that where that small slip of paper came from...

I walked inside, and most of the group was already there. The few that came in behind me; Neru, Zekou, and Shinto, soon entered, and Monoshima coughed.

"Alright. Since none of you have been murdered yet... I have a motive for you all."

He gestured to the pile of what appeared to be Monopads behind him.

"These are motive videos. Watch them, and maybe you'll think about killing now..."

With a chuckle, he left the room.

Neru went to go dig through the pile. "Probably best if we obey him..." He flipped over one of the Monopads, looking at the back. "Retku, this one's yours."

I went to take it, sitting on the couch as Neru passed out the remainder of the motive videos.

"...I feel we should watch these in our rooms. That way, we have some privacy." Shinto crossed his arms.

"That's a good idea. Zekou, let's go, okay?" Neru led the smaller boy out of the room.

Soon after, everyone dispersed to go to their own rooms, myself included. If I was being honest... I was nervous to see what these videos were. If they were supposed to drive us to kill...

I sighed, sitting on my bed and turning on the device. It displayed my name, and then... my mother....

"Retku Sovyak, the Ultimate Violinist. Always a top student and amazing musician. Supported by his mother every step of the way, he has won many awards in his lifetime." The screen cut to black, and faded out into an image of a car crash. "But, something terrible happened. Has Mrs. Sovyak perished or is she still alive?" The screen changed again, this time to the words: 'Fool everyone in the class trial and you can learn!'

I didn't even realize the tablet fell from my hands, as I sat there in shock. There was no way. No way this was real. It had to be fake... just a silly attempt to try and get someone to kill. No way my mother might be dead. It had to fake... it had to be...? There was no way this... stupid fox had gotten ahold of my family..! There was no way, no possible way this could actually be true?! I didn't believe this, there was just no way...

I couldn't move from my bed. If something did happen, I wanted to know... but there was no way I'd give in to Monoshima for that. I couldn't do that to everyone else...

I laid down, clutching a pillow tightly as the events of that video played through my head. Over, and over, and over... I didn't want to believe this was true.

After I while, I started to doze off, still thinking about that stupid video.

Until suddenly, I heard my name.

"Retku. Wake up."

I jolted awake as I felt something shake me.

"....mm...? Siandi...? What time is it...-" I managed to grumble out, sitting up.

"Around 2 AM. I was taking a walk and I found something." She stood up straight, grabbing onto my arm to take me with her.

"What...?" I got out of bed.

"I'll show you. Come on." She left the room, leaving me to quickly put my shoes on and follow.

When I left the my room, she was heading towards the bathrooms.

"I found hair. Blue hair, to be precise. I also saw Neru and Zekou by the storage room after ten last night. So I had... my suspicions."

"Do... do you think one of them-?!"

"...I'm unsure. It's light in colour, but Neru does have soft highlights. The only two with blue hair are Shinto and Neru... Akemi has greyer hair, so I'm unsure it's hers..."

"Have you checked the storage room...?" I suggested with a yawn.

"Already attempted. It's locked. Which bothers me... but I'm certain Akemi locked it. She spent most of the night there, probably building something." Siandi looked at me.

"Do you like... spy on everyone or something-?" I replied jokingly, chuckling softly.

Siandi gave me a look. "I need little sleep to function. I prefer to keep my eye on other people, since we are in a killing game after all."

I gave a soft nod, glancing at the hair. "Do you know whose it is...? Maybe they just had to use the bathroom..."

"Whoever it is, it has to be a male. Which eliminates Akemi. Shinto and Neru are likely to match... again, they're the only ones with blue hair."

"Makes sense..."

"You should go back to bed. I'll keep looking."

I nodded softly and went to head to my own room.

"...Goodnight, Retku. Hope for the best."

"...Huh-?" I stopped.

"I'm worried a murder may have occurred. But that's just my speculation."

"Mhm..."

"So... hope for the best."

I went back to my room, falling asleep as soon as my head the pillow.

And as the morning announcement played, I apprehensively made my way to the dining hall. I couldn't help but just... have a bad feeling...

As I opened my door, I saw I was one of the last ones there. Siandi, Akemi, and Shinto were the only people missing...

I sat down at the table, when suddenly Siandi burst in.

"Retku. The storage room door is unlocked."

"It is?!"

Immediately I scrambled up from my seat, going to follow Siandi out of the dining hall, hoping for the best like she had told me earlier.

We made our way to the storage room, Siandi turning the handle and swinging the door open.

....

I couldn't believe what I saw.

Akemi Saito, the Ultimate Builder. Laying on the ground, dead. Blood was pooling around her throat.

"A-Akemi-!" I stumbled back, a hand over my mouth to muffle a scream. She... she really was dead...? This... this was real....?

"...it's started."

Shinto walked out of the restrooms, quickly heading over. "What's going o—"

"A-Akemi-! She's... she's dead-!"

"...Oh God..." He looked inside the storage room, quickly freezing up.

The intercom clicked on.

"A body has been discovered. Please make your way to the storage room. You will need to investigate, and shortly after, a trial will take place. Good luck."

The intercom clicked off.

"Someone... someone actually..."

"....Killed her..."

Shinto was silent as he watched the others crowd around the door, each having a similar reaction.

Zekou began to cry, Neru pulling him close.

Honoma screamed, and Sora went pale.

"...She's dead. But... we don't have time to waste, do we..?" Shinto looked away from the body, sighing softly.

"...r...right... we need to do this. For Akemi..." I mustered up all the courage I had, and stepped into the room.

My Monopad beeped, and so I checked it. A new tab, named the "Monoshima File," was pulsing red. Strange...

I pressed the tab and it took me to a new page.

Monoshima File #1: The victim is Akemi Saito, the Ultimate Builder. The fatal injuries were multiple puncture wound to the throat, approximately 1.47 mm in diameter. Death occured around 12:37 AM.

"Oh...! That's pretty helpful... Siandi, it shows us the information of the murder, like the cause of death and stuff."

"Looks like we don't have to determine the cause of death then. That makes solving this much, much easier," Siandi handed the Monopad back to me. "Do you mind checking the body? Everyone else, split up into groups and go investigate other areas. We'll cover more ground that way and we'll solve this more easily."

"I... I can do that."

It felt wrong... but we had to do this for Akemi. Someone here... though I didn't want to believe it... murdered her. And I was going to find out who.

"Alright... let's see..." I approached her body, looking at her injuries. Everyone else went to get into groups and walk off. Neru, Honoma, Siandi, Zekou, and Chiyo stayed.

There were several puncture wounds in her throat. They were tiny, and as I gathered from the Monoshima File... most likely made by something 1.47 mm in diameter.

"...Nails." Neru spoke up. "They have nails here. If her puncture wounds are that small, maybe nails were the murder weapon?"

"That's a possibility... I did find this, however. A stainless steel fork. With blood on it. It looks about 1.5 millimetres." Siandi handed it to me.

Some of the wounds seemed to line up, but it was hard to tell with the small size of them. I handed it back.

"I feel... we should look for a box of nails and check." I stood up.

Neru was already going through the shelves, trying to find anything.

"Box of nails... right here." He opened the box.

"....Blood."

"So either one could be our murder weapon..." Siandi tapped her chin, thinking.

"Could it be... both?" Chiyo made her way to the front, crossing her arms as she looked around the room. "Of course, we're all a bunch of amateurs. I doubt any of us here have truly solved a murder case."

"I've written murder mysteries-"

"Shut up." Chiyo glared at Honoma, adjusting her glasses. "Anyway. Is it possible to tell if she was drugged before she was killed? If so, that opens up the possibility that she was originally attacked somewhere else. Possibly killed, even, and dragged here."

Honoma walked off.

"I... don't think that happened. Zekou and I came to the storage room just a bit after 10 PM. I was grabbing a block of wood to carve, and Akemi was here, alive and well."

Chiyo looked at him suspiciously, putting a hand on her hip. "Neru, that's quite the suspicious alibi."

"But I was with him-!" Zekou glanced from me to Chiyo. "I was there, and Akemi was indeed alive!"

"Hmm... is there the possibility an accomplice was involved? After all, your alibi only involves three people, and one of them is dead."

Monoshima appeared behind Neru. "I heard the word accomplice! To answer your question, there can be an accomplice, but only the person who does the actual killing will get to escape!"

"So in other words, an accomplice would have no chance at escape. Hmm. I still don't know about you." Chiyo poked Neru's chest to emphasize her point and stepped back.

"....Anyway. We should probably get back to investigating." Siandi sighed. "Does anyone have an alibi, besides Neru and Zekou? One that we can prove, at least. Just being in your rooms won't do since we aren't able to prove you were there."

Everyone was silent.

"...I figured as much. Well, I feel like we've found everything there is to find... I'm not seeing anything that could be useful to us in the trial." Siandi looked to the group.

The intercom clicked on.

"Would everyone please make their way to the Day Room?"