#FO HELP I WAS JUST HIT ON BY AN OLD GUY WHO COULD BE MY GRANDPA HELP MEEEEEEEEE

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Ahhh

[bangtaninborderland]

RISK IT ALL (25) - (un)mended.

Genre: Chishiya X fem reader | violence| angst

Warning: this chapter contains mentions of blood.

A/N: sorry this took so long :(((, I decide to change the chapters around so the story lasts a little longer, next chapter someone old returns and drama follows their arrival. Who do you want to see return?

Ch.24| Masterlist | ch.26

You managed to drag him into the house enough to lay him flat on the floor and close the door behind you before starting on the stitches.

Chishiya hissed as the needle pierced his skin, you’d cleaned the wound as best as you could following his instructions word for word but honestly, this was the part you were dreading.

“I’m so sorry.” You babbled out as you threaded the needle through again.

The wound was deep but luckily it didn’t hit any organs, regardless of how many needles you had you were entirely sure you wouldn’t be able to fix that without at least basic medical knowledge.

It took a few more stitches before he deemed it enough, you tried to keep your hands as still as possible as you wrapped the dressing around the wound, his face pale and sweaty as he struggled to keep his eyes open. “T-Thankyou.”

“Don’t try to talk right now.” You shushed him. “Save your energy.”

“You wouldn’t -“ Chishiya coughs. “-know what to do if I didn’t talk you through it.”

“Is there anything else I need to do?” You asked as you secured the last strip of tape around the bandage.

He shook his head as best he could. “I need rest and fluids, I need to get to the bed.”

“I think I can help, just tell me how.” You shove the spare tape and bandages aside as he tries to sit up.

“I’ll need you to support my wounded side, I can’t put pressure on it.” He explains.

You quickly jump into action, wrapping his arm around your neck and helping him stand. Despite his wound, he doesn’t put his entire weight on you. “Relax against me.” You mumble, as you take small shuffled steps towards the bedroom.

Chishiya snorts. “Yeah and then when you fall to the floor who will help me?”

“Shut up.” You huff, turning your body around to sit him on the bed. “Can you lay down okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to sleep.” He gives a weak smile but you tap his arm.

“You can’t sleep until you eat. It may be cold but I can reheat it. I made dinner before all…” you wave your hands around his wound. “This.”

He rolls his eyes, turning to face the wall, you almost thought he had dismissed you before he looked at you again. “Okay, I’ll stay away. Don’t take too long.”

You didn’t respond, instead, you made your way to the kitchen, flicking on the small portable stove and reheating the earlier prepared food, it wouldn’t taste as good, not that it would have tasted great anyway considering what kind of food it was but it was at least something to keep you both full.

Something to keep you both alive.

You tried not to think about things like food, heat, electricity and water because then you would have to consider the possibility that one day, if you didn’t make it out of these games, and you didn’t die, you’d run out of the necessities. Not run out in a way where you had to do another short, albeit dangerous, stock up but run out in a way where there was no more to be found.

You sighed, brushing away the heavy thoughts as you placed the food back on the plates. You juggled both plates back to the bedroom and sure enough, Chishiya was asleep.

You nudged him a little, slowly and gently, of course, to rouse him. Though you didn’t have to try too hard as once he smelt the food he was instantly twisting his body around to take the bowl from you. “Thanks.”

“How do you feel?” You asked, taking a mouthful of your food.

He finished chewing before speaking. “In pain.”

“What happened?” You asked around your spoon.

He watched you for a moment before taking another bite, the question hanging in the air.

“This guy wanted my bag, he seemed crazy, probably from extreme isolation.” He summarised. “Anyway, we fought and he had a knife. I fought him off and luckily found a hammer, I hit his knee, grabbed my bag and ran.” He shrugged, scooping up another heat of food on his fork.

You took a moment to process what he had said, some part of your brain imagining the scene unfolding in front of you. The mere thought made shivers run down your spine and not in a pleasant way. “How long do you think it will take you to heal?”

“I don’t know. There’s no actual medicine here, hatter had the nearest hospitals raided and whatever they found and hoarded burned down along with the rest of the beach. Usually, it’s three to six weeks but that’s with proper medical care. I’ll be okay to enter the game as long as it’s not strenuous but diamonds rarely ar-“ Chishiya stops mid-sentence causing you to look up at him. “Why are you crying?”

You shook your head, wiping away the damp tears you were unaware had been falling in the first place. “Sorry, I-“ you paused, not sure what to say. “Sorry.”

“You’re scared.” He states.

You shrug at first until he raises an eyebrow and you nod. “I guess, not of something happening to me, but something happening to you.”

“Something did happen to me and I’m still alive.” He pointed out, his voice the tiniest bit softer. “If you keep fearing death whether it be for yourself or for me it will only put you in further danger. I meant what I said when we met, caring here is dangerous.”

“Yeah, but you care about me and nothing bad happened.” You place your bowl to the side, no longer hungry.

Chishiya still plays with his food, using the spoon to pick it apart. He looks up to you for a second, a hint of something in his eyes, as if he knew something you didn’t. “That’s not to say it won’t come back to bite me in the ass and anyway who said I care about you?”

You roll your eyes groaning, after all this time you were able to tell when he was and wasn’t being serious, now was one of those times when he attempted to make jokes to cheer you up. At least that’s what you’ve begun telling yourself. “Shut up. Don’t you have to sleep or something?”

“I do.” He chuckles, handing the bowl out to you before pulling the covers over himself. “The bag, you have to put the food away.”

“Okay.” You smile, watching as his eyes fight to stay open. “Just sleep don’t worry about anything else.”

“Oh, the door, the front door, push the table in front. It will keep it secure.” He mumbles, head lulling to the side.

You watch him again for a few minutes before realising how creepy it seemed, you leave the room quietly, pulling the door closed behind you.

You made a mental list of things you could do whilst he slept, already prepared for the next few days being filled with naps. The dishes are your first to do, Chishiya hated the mess and quite frankly you did too. You’d always have fights with your sister because she had forgotten to put something where it was SUPPOSED to be. Her favourite excuse had been “I’m blind.”

Which you would argue, that she was blind, not stupid.

The arguments you two shared were often futile, in the end, you’d end up doing whatever she needed and she would thank you endlessly in her own, special, way of course.

Thankfully you hadn’t created much mess over your short dinner so it didn’t take you too long, what seemed like thirty minutes had passed. You never really got used to the way time here passed.

You remembered Chishiya's instructions to push the table against the door, if someone had followed him to the house surely they would have already broken In but even so you would rather be safe than sorry so after some struggle you pulled the small brown table through from the tiny, makeshift living room and pushing it firm against the door as quietly as possible.

You managed to find the bag thrown lazily in the hall, the item being the last thing in either of your minds when he stumbled in the doorway hours earlier with a bloody wound. You weren’t expecting it to be as heavy as it was, especially considering he managed to get into the house before dropping it.

You definitely weren’t as strong as him.

Sighing you opened the bag, slumping a little as you eyed the contents. The look in his eyes earlier suddenly made sense, if he hadn’t been in the store looking for this he probably wouldn’t have been hurt.

Resting atop everything was a book you had mentioned wanting to read when you first came to the house. You took it out carefully, as though it were to break if you put too much force into your grip. You turned it over, reading the blurb on the back before setting it down.

You’d ask Chishiya about it later.

Though right now you try to pay it no mind, not wanting to cry and cause yourself a headache. You focused on unpacking the rest of the bag, he had managed to grab quite a good selection of canned foods, some pasta still in date, a few packs of crackers, some medicine, another sewing kit, a smaller first aid kit, socks, underwear and hidden beneath everything a packet of condoms.

You blushed at the item, shoving it back deep inside the backpack. Your face was a light shade of pink as you zipped it back up, carrying the cans over to their respective places.

It would all come in handy, the medicine especially, even though it was only over-the-counter pills they went a long way in a world like this. You’d have enough food to last 5 days if you didn’t have a feast. You laughed at the thought, the idea of having a feast on stale crackers and canned vegetables was ridiculous but for now, you’d take the small pleasures whenever you could have them.

You finished restocking the cupboards after a few minutes, it wasn’t exactly a huge task, there wasn’t a mass of food but still, you took your time.

“Hello?” You heard Chishiya calling out. You left the last cupboard open, completely ignoring the previous task when you heard his voice.

“Coming.” You respond, despite already being within arms reach of the door.

He’s lying on his back, looking rather uncomfortable. “Sorry, it’s just I can’t move this and my neck hurts.” He gestures to a pillow that’s lodged itself weirdly both behind and underneath him.

“No it’s okay, here let me help.” You step forward, helping him sit up before fixing the pillow. “How do you feel?”

“I imagine being hit by a car would hurt less.” He huffs, maybe that was a stupid question. “How long did I sleep?”

“I’d say around an hour?” You guessed. “You should rest more.”

“I need medicine.” He responds, his face still too pale for your liking. “Did you unpack the bag?”

“Oh.” Images of the book came back to your mind. “Yeah, let me just grab you some medicine.”

You quickly excuse yourself, pulling out the packet of painkillers and a bottle of water. “Here.” You mumble handing the water to him as you pop out the correct dosage.

“Thank you.” He mumbled, still somewhat half asleep. “What’s wrong?”

He slips the pills in his mouth, swallowing around his water bottle. “Nothing.”

“You’re a horrible liar. Was it the book or the condoms?” He raises an eyebrow, the smirk on his face annoyed you.

“Shut up, you’re so annoying. It was the book, I can’t believe you actually brought those.” You took the bottle back, securing the lid on it before placing it on the small table. “Why did you get the book? It wasn’t worth you being like this.”

“It was for me, your reading would make you less annoying. I chose to get it therefore it is my decision. Don’t be stupid and blame yourself for that.” He shakes his head, readjusting himself to take the pressure off his side.

“You’re a horrible liar too.” You retort, he could say all he wanted but he took it for you and it’s because of that a small pool of guilt bubbled in your stomach as you looked at his side. “You got hurt because you wanted to get me a book.”

“The guy wasn’t going for the book he was going to the mediation. If the bag wasn’t so heavy because of the book I probably wouldn’t have got away.” You were grateful for him truly, but it was a stupid way of cheering you up.

“You used a hammer, not the bag.” You huffed, his explanation useless.

“I only got to the hammer because that heavy book hit him straight in the face when I threw the bag at him.” He hummus. “Well the book and the cans but still.”

You can’t help but laugh at that. “Are you in pain?”

“As much as can be expected.” He brushes his hair out of his face.

“Is there anything else I can do to help?” You asked, wanting to make the situation as easy for him as possible.

“Have you checked and cleaned your arm?” He asks.

You think back to the past 24 hours, the only time it had been cleaned was when Chishiya had done it himself. “No.”

“Clean your arm, do you need my help?” He asks and you shake your head. “Okay but do it here so I can look at the stitches.”

You agree, slipping out of the room to grab the first aid kit and a packet of crackers before returning to the room and carefully dropping the items on the bed. “I hate this.”

“Cleaning wounds used to be my least favourite thing to do too.” You didn’t question it, it was rare he shared personal things about himself, instead, you just filed it in the small folder in your head labelled ‘random Chishiya facts.’

You pulled the bandage off, discarding it in the trash can before leaning over to show him. “What do you think?”

He looks it over, gently raising a finger to touch at the area before looking up at you, your faces close. “I think a day or two more and I can take them out.”

“Oh.” You huffed, a little ignorant of his words being this close to him, to his lips. “Okay.”

“Clean it. Carefully.” He reminds you.

You blush a little in embarrassment. “Okay.”

It doesn’t take long to clean the wound, it was never big to begin with but it was a bullet wound so you let yourself feel sorry for yourself over it as you dabbed it clean with alcohol. “You can apply a little more pressure.”

“It hurts.” You wince as you wipe away the dried blood.

“It stings, you mean. It shouldn’t hurt too bad. Put some numbing cream over it but don’t take any more painkillers. You don’t want your body to become dependent on them for pain in case we run out.” He explains, nudging the cream towards you from where he lays.

“You think that’s a possibility?” You ask without looking up.

He’s quiet for a second. “Yeah, I think we are very close to the point we will no longer be able to actually survive here. Time passes weirdly, buildings that should have stood for years, even abandoned, are beginning to crumble after a few weeks.”

“So how long do you think we have been here for?” You finish cleaning your wound, covering it with gauze.

“I think in our time either years or days. It seems as though time passes faster here simply because in our original world the buildings would take years to grow the level of decay some others already have.”

You pack away the cleaning supplies in the small box. “It doesn’t make sense though, if everything around us is ageing faster than back in the original world, if that’s even what it is, then shouldn’t we be ageing too?”

“Not necessarily, I don’t think we are actually part of this world. I believe we are here to play the games and if we win we get to stay.”

You held your breath. “And if we don’t?”

“I think we will die.” He mumbled nonchalantly.

“Don’t say that.” You shook your head, laying down beside him. “I don’t want to hear that.”

“It’s the truth.” He shrugs, pulling the blanket closer to you.

“I’m going to sleep.” You huffed.

“You know there’s something you could do for me.” You could hear the smile in his voice despite facing away from him.

“What’s that?” You groan.

“Read to me. The new book I got you.” He asked, you didn’t miss the way he said the book was yours despite claiming it wasn’t for you.

You considered it, seeing the book made you feel bad but if it helped him relax then you couldn’t deny him. “Okay, let me get the book.”

You slid out of bed, quickly retrieving the book and returning to your previous position, handing him the crackers you’d taken from the kitchen earlier.

“Get in the blanket you’ll get cold.” He holds it up for you and you take the chance to push yourself closer as you open the book and begin to read.

You don’t know who ends up falling asleep first but you dreamt of a better world, one where Chishiya took you on dates, read to you under large trees in the summer sun, and cooked your meals whilst you wrote.

A world where you were happy and safe, together.

[who-is-shades]

raz dnd 42

were back bitches!

walking in the forest, heading toward the burning lands! Ignezius! wheatley is hanging around teya poking her. sennas talking with papyrus and his adventures and stuff.

parsley takes teya and wheatley aside and asks what they think about papyrus. wheatley says he seems nice and since senna trusts him so does he. sennas just smiling fondly at papyrus. teya says she doesnt trust anyoen that becomes a lich willingly. SP starts doing donuts around them and gets picked up by wheatley.

senna looks back and whispers something to papyrus. parsley and teya fucking hate this xD papyrus looks back a full 180 with his head, then gives senna a thumbs up XD teya's using her sending stone lol.

parsley saunters over like a bitch, arms crossed. "so, papyrus, what made you decide to become a lich?" it was his god that did it so he could keep helping people :3 he does a heroic pose xD his cape billows on command yay! senna says hes cool xD

wheatley thinks he looks nice xD paps puts his helmet back on. parsley just stares at teya like wtf. stop distrusting my boi! >:( dont call him a dork! wheatley glares at him and parsley is like wtf. he puts SP down and he goes to hang out with papyrus.

teya tells parsley that she told sunnie about papyrus and hes gonna get them killed xD teya asks papyrus how he died wtf. he fell in glorious combat against evil undead, then he became undead ironically! teya says 'told ya' to parsley. teya fucking calls being a holy lich fake wtf. dont call him insane!

parsleys asks teya how she feels about her gf's best friend being nuts lol. "whos isnt?" he gives her a weird look xD wheatley asks them not to provoke papyrus incase he IS evil. SP pokes papyrus with a stick.

teya messages android of all people and asks if he trusts papyrus xD no feelings whatsoever, so progress? as we walk paps puts his hands on his head and points out a gnome and kenku in the distance!

an old gnome woman and a little kenku! nana and jingles our beloved! nana walks up to us and says Howdy! she saw us walking along and thought to join us to the nearest town, a short walk from here. safety in numbers. wheatley says certaintly. parsley mutters to teya 'why are we always helping random people with bullshit?'

android grimaces and zen asks where the town is. aint far apparently. parsley mutters their gonna get attacked lol. papyrus calls her frail xD nana says she aint frail. wheatley wants to spar with nana do NOT. shes gonna kick his ass xD she wants to bet on it! parsley bets 50 gold and so does nana xD wheatley bets on himself.

nana introduces herself and jingles :3 we love these guys around here. teya calls parsley a stubborn asshole when he doesnt introduce himself xD she says shes met many a stubborn ass XD jingles repeats stubborn ass XD parsley waves at him :3 wheatley introduces SP to nana as his child :3 parential bonding! senna gives rouge and parsley a side-eye xD

moving along toward a town~ senna asks whats with the big pan? she uses the ol cast iron for cooking and hitting xD wheatley says his bones are made of cast iron! senna nods and says zen is a bit of a chef himself xD now were ribbing him for only making soup.

nana having 30 kids is insane actually. SP is driving in circles around jingles. teya asks nana why so many kids? she just kept picking them up over the years xD jingles is happy :3 her oldest is 100 neat. nana is 300 geez. teyas trying to do gnome age math lol.

wheatley starts talking to her about the continent 200 years ago lol. nana says thats about when she killed her first husband, which no one can prove lol. we love her xD town time!

small town. spar time! nana vs wheatley! parsley is just surprised the group didnt get attacked on the way XD jingles is a bit memorized by papyrus armor and holds nana's pan for her. SP tries to help him hold it up. shes 3 feet and i think she can still win.

nana is beating his ass. teya tells parsley she has to bet against wheatley lol. nana wins! time for her to kick parsleys ass XD ANDROID joins in the bet with wheatley on nana, and teya bets on parsley XD nana wins! parsley is pissed wheatley and android bet against him xD SP thinks parsley won and cheers for him xD

nana gives parsley the cast iron holy shit! we love her <3

[simluvbot]

Enhypen’s reaction to when you punch a guy (hyung line)

a/n: this was a request ! I said I could upload this a few days ago but due to it being my birthday and it currently being exam week I didn’t have the time to edit this so that’s why I uploaded without proofreading at first TT // ok I finished editing 😁 Jake and sunghoon’s one is so bad don’t read it pls sorry

Although as this fic includes violence I only wrote for hyung like members and not maknae line, I hope you understand

Warnings: descriptions of physical violence (punching), mentions of being in a crowd, mentions of wanting to harm others (thoughts)

+ note: this is a work of fiction and in no way am I encouraging violence ! I wrote this in a way that I thought would match the member’s personalities although this is definitely not a true depiction of the enhypen members ^^

Lee heeseung

You and heeseung had been in the library studying together for your exams, and although you both had luckily reserved a secluded spot in the library that was both quiet and spacious for your revision, it wasn’t soon before some inconsiderate assholes had decided to occupy your desk too.

There were only two of them, yet they still managed to take up over half of the table whereas you and heeseung only had one small portion to yourselves

Plus they were very noisy, and the only librarian being on the seconf floor didnt help either  😐

You and your boyfriend had both made several attempts to sheepishly ask them if they could please quieten down before the librarian came back and kicked them out and more importantly so you mad heeseung could focus ??

But they simply ignored you, paying attention to the… online games ?? They had came to the library to play???

You were starting to get very annoyed, but decided to bite your tongue and instead have you and heeseung focus on your work

But it was when one of them spilt their coffee on heeseung’s expensive   textbook and even laugh afterwards which is what you decided that you finally had it

You don’t know how it happened, but soon you were standing up and landed a solid punch on the guy’s face

Heeseung was really shocked, just as much as you at your brash movements

And he would be even more concerned for you when he sees the person you punched egret aggressive to you and start getting close in your face.

“Hey man, that’s enough.” Despite heeseung’s shock, it didn’t take him longer than second before he stood up and grabbed at the man’s arm easily after he got up close you you intimidatingly, heeseung’s strong grip preventing the stranger from hitting you back and you swear you’ve never heard heeseung’s voice so deep and authoritative before as he told the man to sit down and focus on his stupid game

Due to your own surprise at your actions, you barely payed attention to what was going on as heeseung had a polite (on his end..) whisper-argument with the two guys, packing his things up as well as yours before grabbing your hand and safely leading you out of the library

You two ended up going home where he cleaned at your busted knuckles gently, sad at the fact that you got hurt and overall bummed out at two guys who got you so worked up and that his go-to textbook got ruined ):

“Baby, why did you do that, Hm? We could have just left to another place. You could have gotten hurt if they fought back!”

More than anything, your boyfriend was upset at the idea of you potentially getting more than just a few cuts and bruises on your knuckles, and so you promised heeseung right then and there that you wouldn’t do it again

After both of you got changed into your pyjamas, you and heeseung had set up your own study area in the dining room table, where you both continued with your study session for the rest of the day, with lots of cuddles afterwards as a reward!

Park Jongseong

You and jay were walking back home and it was already dark outside as you were both walking through the streets.

Approaching a heavily crowded place outside a club which included several people under the influences, it was pretty hard for you both to squeeze through the crowd as you were walking past.

They literally were spilling onto the road.. :/

“Jay.” You gasped when you lost hold of his hand on yours, leaving you in the idle of the crowd alone. There were so many bodies around you and as you got quickly pushed to against a wall from the movements of the people you found it hard to make your way through the people who were much taller than you.

You were starting to get anxious and when someone came directly in front of you, literally ignoring you asking for them to move and plainly blocking you for no reason you started to get frustrated, adrenaline in your veins as you lost your boyfriend and wanted to get out asap before you started fo panic.

You had asked the person to please move out of the way so you could pass through and they even had the audacity to look at you and make eye contact — only to simply ignore you when you asked for the nth time for them to scoot.

So, with your anxiety peaking and frustration soaring, you punched them hard on their face as soon as they turned around, and when they went stumbling backwards you finally had enough space to escape from your trapped position against the wall.

Jay had finally found you and was right there a few steps in front of you, and you were almost reaching him when a hand pulled you back suddenly, slamming you against the wall aggressively and leading you to hit your head hard.

Jay saw the whole thing. and he was livid

He shouted at the guy and grabbed his hands in his, pushing him so he was off of you once again. Jay was so angry he literally thought he could see red. How dare a man not just refuse to let someone obviously distressed through, but to touch you and hurt you?

You had to calm him down and urged hin for you both to leave before the stranger started getting aggressive because he was already shouting at you both and some heads were turning 😟

He eventually listened to you when he saw your glossed eyes and you clutching at your aching knuckles, so gently grabbing your unhurt hand in his he swiftly led you both away from the crowd in less than a minute, face fallen and heart aching ah ):

“Hey, let me look at you. are you okay? Did that bastard hurt you a lot?”

You could tell he was still so agitated with what happened, checking at your bruised knuckles and looking a the back of your head that was starting to form a lump from the force of being pushed against the wall earlier.

“I’m so sorry, I should have held tighter. I should have brought some security guards with us today.”

You had to tell him it was okay and you defended yourself and the guy was just a jerk and can’t hurt you anymore.

Jay was still so sad at the fact that you got hurt all because he let you go accidentally for one second ): seeing you so anxious and literally in pain made him feel so bad.

He showered you in many kisses once you both got home and you had a relaxing bath together, as well as helping treat your bruise , promising for this to never happen again 🥺

Sim jaeyun

You were hanging out with your old classmates as a reunion and it was getting close to the time where Jake had said he would pick you up to take you home.

Your classmates had asked you if you had a partner and when you told them that you did, they all got instantly curious.

You of course got so excited and was ecstatic to flaunt off your talented and handsome boyfriend to them :D

So you showed them a picture of Jake, however the reaction that you were met with was not what you were expecting.

Your classmates were silent for a few moments as they looked at the photo, before one of them eventually asked,

“Oh, so that’s the guy you’re dating?”

You could see two of them exchange glances for a reason you could not possibly fathom and your heart fell to your stomach when you saw them stifing their laughter.

“What?” You asked, frowning as you looked at the photo you showed them on your phone. What was wrong with the photo?

“Oh.. nothing it’s just.. well.. he just doesn’t look like the best option..”

“It’s pretty cute actually. Of course you would end up with a guy that looks like he matches you in social level.. he’s probably a loser.”

You were so confused and the comments kept coming as they talked amongst themselves, openly criticising Jake for no reason.

You gotta admit, you never were the closest my with your classmates in the first place but still decided to agree to the meet-up for old times’ sake.

You could put up with their side glances towards you ever since you arrived because you barely cared, but when they dared talk about your boyfriend like that??

You were so angry you felt yourself almost shaking.

“Hey.” You said, standing up abruptly from your seat on the picnic table at the park you guys were hanging out at.

“Why are you insulting my boyfriend like that. What is wrong with you?”

Once again, they simply laughed in your face, seeming to think of your reaction as hilarious.

You were gonna start crying soon because the rage boiling up inside of you was reaching to the point that you were finding it hard to contain it and breathe deeply to keep calm and not cause a scene.

But they kept insulting Jake, liking watching you get angry under their gazes.

One of your classmates in particular kept offering comments, too many and you had enough - you snapped.

You punched them square in the face.

And you had done so just when you noticed Jake exiting his car right outside of the park, when it was obvious that he saw you.

You didn’t care, and in fact you started laughing almost hysterically in front of your classmates at their shocked expressions.

You were in tears because the person you punched started having a nosebleed… to you it was hilarious and you were in your own world trying to catch your breath from laughing so much until you heard your name being called.

“Y/n.” Jake said worriedly, finally reaching yoy and placing a hand on your shoulder.

He led you to his car, and after you both left and as you sat silently in the passenger seat having calmed down, you were staring to feel awkward with all the little glances Jake threw towards you ever so often.

He didn’t ask or push, instead just remaining silent and gripping at your hand you had punched your classmate with, thumb swirling over your red knuckles as he stared down at them with a bothered expression.

“Sorry.” You finally said, giving him a sheepish smile. “They just kept talking so badly about you when they found out I had a boyfriend.. I couldn’t resist.”

Jake if anything was a bit disappointed that you had reacted violently, and he was silent for a few seconds as he sat unknowing of what to say, frowning and licking his lips like a confused puppy trying to work out a solution.

“Please just don’t do it again. Violence is never okay, you should have just left. I don’t want my y/nnie getting hurt or getting into fights because of me, okay?”

You both drove back and cuddled a lot on the sofa, and Jake made sure to give your knuckles several kisses, his heart aching with the memory of what happened );

Park Sunghoon

“Ha, if it isn’t the ugly y/n.”

You bit your lip as you heard the familiar laugh of the rink bullies behind you, plainly mocking you.

“Still friends with that weirdo, park sunghoon?”

Ever since the members in the same extracurricular figure skating club had found out you were friends with sunghoon, the ice boy that they liked to torment for reasons forever unknown to you, you had soon too fallen victim to their evil teasing.

“I told you to stop making fun of sunghoon like that.” You said plainly, sighing as you sat down on a bench to undo your skates.

The group members laughed and would just not leave you alone, even going as far as sitting next to you and entering your personal space by constantly poking at your sides sharply.

And you swear to god the temptation of slashing open their faces with the bottom of your skates was very tempting—

But no, you had told sunghoon that you would meet him at the entrance of the rink to walk home together after your individual practices; and you were already running late.

“Where you going? To go see sunghoon? Huh? Go tell him that we messed with his skates so he fails in the competition.”

Your hands froze as you were tying your converses. You looked up, meeting the leader’s gaze.

“What?” You had enough. You could never understand why they had sunghoon as their punching bag. Sunghoon was used to it, not one to start arguments and the type to only keep to himself when things like this happen.

You just went along with it and followed his lead in ignoring your other club members, but them going this far to try to sabotage the performance sunghoon had been training months for? You had enough of simply doing nothing in retaliation to their bullying.

Standing up abruptly, they stood back at youe sudden movement, but not quick enough for being able to dodge the punch you swung directly on the nose of the nearest one in front of you.

“Y/n?”

Looking over to the doorframe of the changing room — there was park sunghoon.

“Sunghoon.” You said in shock, glancing over towards the group in front of you as they started guffawing at the sides of the person you punched

“Sorry, I got caught up with-“

You were just making your way speedily over towards hoon when you were pulled back by the wrist painfully.

You gasped when the force that you were let go of led you to be flung over to one side and practically topple onto the sticky matte floor.

Wincing as you landed on your wrist, you hissed at the fresh pain and the loud crack that came with it.

It was silent as everyone paused, having heard your wrist snapping as much as you had felt the pain of it.

“Y/n!” Sunghoon was at your side in an instant, pushing his way cut though the others standing around you in shock.

His pretty face was frowned with worry, eyes wide as he came in front of you, assessing your wrist without touching it.

“Let’s get out of here.” He scooped you up, and if you weren’t busy trying to breathe in and out deeply to calm yourself down after your injury, you would have been surprised at the skate bullies making space for a clear path Sunghoon to carry you through.

From all your time of knowing the talented ice boy, your skating partner and friend — you had never really seen him show much emotion apart from the small smiles and laughs he gave only to you. His long legs were able to stride quickly to a bench outside as he called an ambulance for you, a distressed expression as he meticulously cared towards you.

And gee if you breaking your wrist didn’t hurt like hell, but after all, did you regret that day? No. You finally were able to stand up to the bullies for the first time, and even more importantly — that moment had started the beginning of a new chapter for you and Sunghoon.

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Rushingly Bittersweet (Javier Peña x f!reader) part 21

Pairing: Javier Peña x ofc//f!reader with name.

Summary: After the fall of Escobar everything starts happening way too fast for Javier; his raise, his new office, his new team, the Cali cartel’s operation, the sudden arrival of a new agent that was transferred to his team for no apparent reason, the way he was falling in love with her almost unintentionally.

And he couldn’t seem to stop any of that.

Word count: +4.9k

Chapter warnings: uhm, this chapter is Javier’s perspective ehehe, so, beware fo feelings

A/N: This chapter is set in season three, episode ten. // again, i am really fucking sorry, but we are ALMOST DONE OMG, also i wanna say thanks to my official cheerleaders @queenofthefaceless and @maharani-radha-writes��� that helped me a lot and @alliterative-albatross​ that made me feel sure of some of the ideas i had for this chapter, i love you lots, guys. While proof reading this chapter for the first time i understood why it was the hardest to write, it was because i had just to strip myself naked and understand more of Javier Peña as i had built him... i just... im not quite pleased with the second half of this, but i know its needed.

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The air weighed on his chest; he felt his lungs struggling to find air; as he drove home, he felt his heart pounding hard and fast, as if it wanted to rip out of his chest and run and hide and die.

As if his heart wanted the same he did.

Javier couldn’t sleep that night. He didn’t even try to close his eyes after climbing into bed.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you.

Jesus Christ.

His mind was reeling, he couldn’t stop replaying every single thing you told him in his mind.

“My name is not Florencia Martín”

“A precarious situation”

“Another Los Pepes scenario”

“You do care, you care a lot”

He wanted to crawl into a deep hole and bury himself to stop his body from feeling.

Javier cringed deeply when he remembered he had told you he had fallen in love with you without even thinking about it.

That certainly wasn’t the way you were supposed to find out.

He guessed, while tossing around on his bed, on the same sheets that still smelled like you, that he had it coming. He probably deserved it. But that didn’t make him feel any better, it stung.

It burned.

Javier had stripped himself naked for you, more than just his body, he had let you see him; he had let you touch him; he had let you read him; he had let you know him.

He had let himself feel and… he had let himself think he deserved something good.

He felt like such an idiot, stupid and embarrassed because there you had been… Standing in front of him, in a place he thought it would become something close to his fortress, breaking him. And he let you.

God. He had known you for less than six months, and yet he let you have power over him. All that power to make him whatever you wanted. He had handed you a sledgehammer and his heart and soul on a porcelain platter for you to shatter.

And he just took it.

Javier huffed at his own thoughts while his eyes were glued to the ceiling.

He was an idiot, wasn’t he? Having let himself feel all those things he had been so beware of for a woman he never really knew.

What else was fake about you?

He felt that sting, known and oh so foreign clench in his throat and he fought it. He fought it hard. Why was he feeling like that?

“A precarious situation”

“You do care, you care a lot”

He sat up and brought his knees to his chest, clenching his jaw so tight his face started trembling.

He had to unclench it so he could open his mouth and gasp for air because his lungs were tightening in his chest and he knew he just had to let go. He shook his head to nothing and fought it again. He would not break. He couldn’t.

But then he remembered he was all alone. Just him and his mind and... he stopped fighting for the first time in years and allowed his feelings to pour down from his eyes.

Javier clenched his jaw again as he felt the thick, years old tears pouring and pouring, clouding his sight, flooding his face.

“Fuck,” he muttered to nothing, resting his face on his hand and his arm on his knee, his chest struggling with the silent sobs he was drowning in.

Javier cried for around an hour.

He allowed himself to cry, to cry for you, because if he had allowed himself to fall in love with you and he had allowed you to wield power over him, he deserved a chance to fall apart as well.

He had earned it.

His tears of grief and pain became tears of anger and pain.

He was so angry; at himself, because, thinking again about everything you had told him, you had said something right; he had dragged you into having whatever the hell you two had. He had kissed you and practically turned your wrist into starting something with him only, and just only because he felt lonely. Because he felt like maybe, for the first time in decades, he could have something good. Because he felt like maybe it was time for him to love and be loved again when, in reality, he didn’t deserve to be loved by anyone.

He had let himself believe you could be something else, less complicated. But how wrong he was… Him? Loved? As if. Him? In Colombia? Laughable.

That country… It became more than clear how much he had lost by going down there.

He huffed again in between tears at how it took a massive hit to the heart for him to realize how much he had lost in the years he had been there.

He was so angry; at the system. The fucking system that forced you and him into taking assignments you didn’t deserve to take. There wasn’t another moment he hated more right then, than the moment he had said yes to returning to Colombia. His dad was right, he didn’t like what he found. And it truly changed him before he could change it. How he wanted to have listened to him, how he wanted to not be the stubborn ass he was and just… said no.

And you? You had taken an assignment that promised unreachable things, one that forced you into turning into a liar, one that didn’t let you be yourself.

Fuck, was he really trying to find justifications for what you did even though you had broken him in pieces?

He was so angry; at you. For lying to him and from dropping the facade, for taking off the mask that he had rushed to love, for thinking he deserved the truth instead of you leaving once everything was over. He thought it would have hurt less if you had just… disappeared.

He wouldn’t be crying at three in the morning on his bed if you had just vanished into thin air.

Javier remembered seeing the hope in your eyes when you were telling him the truth, who you really were, he saw it and he wanted to tell you he forgave you. But neither of you deserved something that good.

He was sure it all was some kind of karma. A penance for all his sins, a way too high price he had to pay for all the shit he had done.

He realized then, while sitting on his bed in the middle of the night, the same one he had shared with you for nights that felt burned into his memory, that you and him weren’t so different.

That you two had more in common than he had first thought. That you, as he had said to you before, when you were still wrapped around his arms on that same bed, were a person who was willing to do anything for a greater cause. That you as well were capable of doing anything if you thought it did good, that you also were capable of sacrifice, of losing everything as long as you were doing what you thought was the right thing.

And you had told him, as you cried your eyes out in front of him, facing him and facing and taking all the repercussions of your actions, that you really thought it was the right thing to do.

The realization was truly bittersweet. He didn’t like that even when you had broken his heart and stepped on the pieces as you walked out, he still understood why you did it.

After that despaired, miserable night, he decided he was done bringing you to the front of his mind, so he shoved all the memories of you and tried to repress them in the back of his head along with countless others he didn’t rather to address.

The next day he stepped into the office with less than half an hour of sleep he had seemed to catch while condemning himself in the solitude of his room and avoided looking at your still cluttered desk. Full of you.

He ignored Stoddard when he asked him where you were as he stepped out of the office to head to Cali an hour later and while the elevator brought him down to the lobby he tried to drown the way the mention of your fake name made him feel.

That morning you walked directly to the CIA office, every step you gave into the embassy hurt in your body, mind and soul as if each one had a dagger embedded deeply and an invisible hand was twisting each dagger deeper. You felt the weight of the world on your shoulders. You entered, unannounced, into Stechner’s office, not even trying to hide the enormous amount of pain you were going through. You were tired of hiding things.

“Ah, my favorite DEA agent,” Stechner said when he saw you walk in “well, not anymore, I guess.” he smirked and you felt his gaze linger on your body, shamelessly.

“Let’s just get this over with.” you muttered, crossing your arms on your chest.

“Oh, this is more than over, alright?” the man leaned back on his chair and reached a manila folder that rested on top of others on his desk and raised it so you could see it “resignation, what a word,” he said, putting the folder back on the desk, opening the folder and taking the sole sheet of paper on his hand “really? after you failed almost epically?” Stechner smiled humorlessly and took your resignation letter in both hands and… ripped it in half.

You drowned a gasp.

“You have a flight to Washington today at noon.” he let out softly, feigning a comprehensive tone.

“Of course I do.” you mumbled, dropping your arms to the sides, feeling your eyes flood with tears as you saw him tossing the parts of your resignation letter in the trash can.

You blinked the tears away and quietly took a deep breath, halfway achieving a fake sense of stability you had fed yourself since the night before.

What were you thinking, after everything you did they would have let you get off easy? Of course not you silly girl.

“Oh, honey, you need a hug?” Stechner asked with a teasing gaze and a fake tone of worry “I bet breaking up with Peña really did something on you, you look like a mess”

You tightened your jaw and rolled your hands into fists, Stechner noticed, and his mocking face dropped.

“Anything else?” you asked him, voice hardened, with your eyes staring right into his, admonishing him, warning him. He knew what you were capable of, you knew he did.

He shook his head twice, and you lifted your chin up.

“I really wish you the best, sweetie.” he mumbled, dropping his gaze to his desk and trying to ignore the way your face turned into a scowl at the endearment.

“No, you don’t, you fucker,” you all but growled wanting nothing more than to erase that seemingly permanent smirk off his face that grew after he raised his head to look at you “you’re happy that I’m getting out of here like this,” you chuckled bitterly “you wanted this to happen, I hope you’re satisfied.” you let out all the venom you had been keeping inside you for that man in the last sentence you spat to him.

“You’re right, but I won’t say it,” he tutted and shook his head slowly “you really cost us a lot, sweetheart,” he mumbled and you were sure you were about to spit foam from the rage inside you “I hope you know that.”

You sighed and smiled bitterly at the man. Ever so fucking disgusting. For the first time in your life, you wanted something bad to happen to someone. And you didn’t regret it.

“I won’t ever forget it.” you spat at him in a soft voice that made him glare at you with a serious face.

You turned around and walked out of his office, leaving the door open, feeling his stare on your back.

Feeling, then more than ever, the insides of your mind finishing crashing down. Finally broken. Fully broken.

You walked towards the elevator and pushed the lobby button, hoping to dissolve in the way, hoping the elevator floor would just break and the void swallowed you and your body crashed against the concrete floor of the second basement.

But instead, the doors opened on the DEA floor and Stoddard stepped inside, shooting you a concerned smile as the doors closed.

“Hi, Florencia,” he looked at you and you tried to give him a smile, knowing you failed “you okay?” he asked, you blinked a few times before looking at him. He pushed his glasses up.

“Yeah!” you let out in a squeal “just peachy.” you drifted your eyes away and sighed again.

“I… thought you were in Cali.” Stoddard let out after a few seconds, you turned to see him with your brow furrowed.

“Cali?”

“Well… yeah,” he shrugged “the boss and the guys went back to Cali this morning.”

You let out a sigh, of both relief and worry.

“Oh,” you said under your breath “no, I…” you shook your head and tried to smile at him again and failed, this time he noticed “I needed to take care of something else.”

“I see,” he mumbled, the elevator doors opened and you stepped out “you sure you’re okay?” he asked, looking at you, you nodded several times.

“Yeah, Stod,” you assured him, trying to make him believe it, not quite sure if you believed yourself “I’m fine.”

Stoddard nodded at you as the elevator doors closed and you waved him once goodbye. Knowing it would be the last time. You walked out of the embassy in complete and utter shame, and some part inside you screamed that you deserved it.

Javier rescued another witness that day, because he still wanted to do something right even though he didn’t feel right himself.

But then, after sending Guillermo Pallomari to Miami, he had to return to his office. That place he had thought was his fortress, and then it was turned into… a dungeon.

He didn’t ignore your cluttered desk this time; he was alone in the office, there was no one that could say anything of him if he just… looked around.

A steel cup filled with different colored pens and only red markers, a pile of unsigned DEA reports, in one of the drawers a block of sticky notes running low, the same ones you made notes on and stuck on files when you reviewed them and that Javier hated to see because they were just so fucking bright, your red coffee cup you used when you didn’t have time to grab some at his house because he just kept kissing you until you both were late, which didn't happen at your place because Javier always woke up before you and started the coffee machine, a gun holster you hated to use because it just never clutched the way you wanted to your jeans and a small, brown journal he had never seen before and that he took because there wasn’t anyone that could say anything of him if he just… looked around.

He hesitated for a moment to open the journal, unsure of himself or of what he would find. The first page had your initials, your real initials written on the far left corner and just a list of names he didn’t recognize, next a few scribbles and a phone number. Javier skimmed through the pages and around the middle he found his name. Written in your pretty handwriting, with a few numbers underneath that looked dangerously close to file codes.

He snapped the journal closed and left it where he found it. He shouldn’t have looked.

In his office he found all the documents you had risked so much to gather and all the intel you just handed to him, pretty much as he had handed you his heart.

Javier let out a sigh and grabbed the folders, sitting behind the desk and opening the first one.

He re-read every single piece of information until his eyes stung from the exhaustion, or the cigarette smoke, or maybe more unshed tears he was once again fighting so hard to keep inside him.

Tears of sadness, it was a given. But also anger, and frustration and pain, and, as a bucket of freezing cold water, years of regrets fell on him.

Javier had tried, had tried hard to bury all that shit in some far, deep corner of his mind, as he had tried to bury you and all his memories of the last four? five? months. He really did. But at that moment, sheltered inside an office that didn’t feel like his anymore, past midnight, alone and so damn vulnerable, it all rose to the surface and he found himself drowning inside a sea of his own mistakes and past sins.

It was unbearable to stay there. So he grabbed the files that felt like burning in his hands and took off.

And so, Javier went back to an empty apartment that even though had been his for a long time, felt emptier than it had ever felt without you and reminded him only of you.

Why had he allowed his house to become a fucking shrine to the time you had spent there?

Everytime he looked at everything, from the fucking lamp at the corner of the end table to the damn waterbottle you left the last morning you were there on his kitchen counter, an image of you invaded his mind. Like a suffocating wildfire, spreading with the simplest blow of the wind. Covering him, trapping him, burning him and turning him into ashes.

That night he drank almost all the alcohol he had left in his house and even then, with his body full of booze, his intoxicated mind all the time returned to you. To your face, to your eyes and that color that was so common yet somehow looked so unique, to your voice and how you called his name either on a whisper or on a scold, to your smile and how apparently you had one only for him, to your hands and how you used them one night to touch him and the next morning to grip a gun, to how you drove him crazy from the very beginning. Fuck, he loved you. And he hated you all the same.

You gave him your resignation letter, you had left a job you claimed you loved so much that you had taken on something that did you so much wrong. You quit because of what they made you do, and probably, just probably, he had to do the same. Because of what they did to him.

Was it worth it? Everything he did… Was it worth something? Anything?

He thought again of everything he had done in the past decade and felt sick at what his brain was showing him. It really wasn’t.

The idea of doing something good, doing something that could give him a little peace invaded his mind and he spent half the night thinking of something he could do to finally, finally feel like he was helping.

The next morning he found himself sitting in the conference room with Crosby hovering around him. He huffed at himself, sitting there as if there was nothing wrong going around, with the ambassador looking at him with his ever so present judgemental smirk, as if he wasn't just pieces of a man that put himself together with the weakest glue when he got dressed that morning with less than two hours of sleep after being trapped inside his house that smelled like you with nothing but alcohol and time to think. His pop was right, they did something to him in that country. He just didn’t know what.

“Y’know how many times I’ve gotten a call from the Department of Justice and State the same morning?” Crosby rhetored, Javier looked at him, already tired of the lecture he was about to get “count ‘em on one finger, guess we have you to thank for that.”

Javier dropped his eyes to the oak table in front of him and absentmindedly tried to draw a pattern with the tip of his finger while half listening to Crosby telling him about his meeting with the Colombian president to demand that the gentlemen of Cali stayed in jail. He looked back at his boss and after half a second of pondering he told him he had a draft indictment of the president’s ties with the cartel, omitting the part of the story where he had drafted it half drunk the night before. And of course Crosby laughed at it.

Javier huffed again at himself when Crosby suggested he kept the draft to himself and he felt his blood starting to boil. He sighed and fought the urge to stand up and leave. What was he thinking? That a man like Crosby would back up a man like him? Just like that? What a naïve thought.

“The DOJ’s not gonna topple a government, Agent Peña,” the ambassador told him, obviating the statement, Javier felt his chest turn “you can’t tell me you’re surprised by that.”

“Some part of me was holding out hope, I guess.” he muttered to Crosby, who walked around the table and stood next to him, Javier didn’t even bother to hide his face from him, god how tired he was of hiding.

“Well, you should tell that part to grow the fuck up,” Crosby spat and Javier drowned a bitter chuckle “no, I mean it, Agent Peña, you should be happy,” the ambassador said and Javier frowned at the man “you played the system like a goddamn fiddle, you won.”

Javier opened his mouth to rebut the statement but Crosby just walked behind his chair and left the room, leaving him with the word in his mouth.

He felt his stomach toss in disgust, at his boss, at his job, at himself. Fuck that.

“Yes, sir.” he mumbled under his breath.

Did he really win something? The job that helped him escape from everything, the one at some point of his life felt like a dream, had become a nightmare. The woman he grew to love, after years and years of not feeling that, barely got out of there alive and the name he had whispered in extasis wasn’t even hers. Everything he had once believed in was melting away like wax on a candle and being washed away by a sea of regret, desolation and anger.

Did he really win something when he had lost everything? He had even lost himself in the process of what he and everyone around him had called a once in a lifetime opportunity to end a War that was so familiar to him it almost sat at the table on Thanksgiving with him and his dad.

And when he got out of the conference room, with the weight of the world on his shoulders, the idea of following your steps and quit became a lot more attractive to him.

So he went back to his empty home filled with your memories, resigned that he wouldn’t sleep much that night either, and stood in the middle of the living room, not knowing why he felt like a visitor in his own house, chain smoking, thinking about everything just because he wanted to stop thinking about you.

Javier walked to his window and dwindled himself to watch the cars down the street pass, the city was so unaware of everything. The country was so unaware of how it was being torn apart by the same people that were elected to take care of it. And he was so fucking angry, at everything and everyone, at himself. And so tired. Exhausted.

The phone rang behind him and he didn’t even flinch at the sound, even when practically no one called his house phone. He just let the machine get it.

“Hi, Javi, uhm…” he stiffened in place when he heard your voice and turned his head to eye the cradle “I know you probably don’t wanna listen to me right now but…” you sounded small, your voice sounded thin, Javier turned around and walked towards the phone “uhm, I wanted to apologize again and…” he felt like he couldn’t think, his mind was filled with your voice as if it were a fog that clouded his vision, he wanted to pick the phone up, he wanted to ask you where you were and tell you to come home to him, but his brain wasn’t letting him “I–I’m in Washington and I tho–thought…” his eyes closed on themselves when he heard you sigh and choke down a sob “forget it, uhm, I just… fuck…”

Javier looked at the phone, the sound of static still there, he pondered if he should just swallow his anger and his newfound pride and just pick up.

“I think someone will contact you about this and I just wanted to let you know I–I didn’t tell them anything about... us…” he heard you chuckle softly and he just stood there, rolling his hands into fists, waiting for you to say something else, “I’m sorry, Javi, uhm… I really think I did the right thing by telling you, I’m just sorry it had to be like this…” you sniffed on the phone and Javier sighed, “I guess I also wanted, uhm, to hear your voice… shit.” he closed his eyes and grabbed the phone.

“Hello?” he said and gripped the receiver when the sound of the cut line replied to him.

Javier threw the receiver on the floor and sat on the couch, cursing at himself for his weakness and his hesitation altogether.

He rested his head on his hands while thinking on the few things you had said, if you were in Washington talking to the directives that meant they didn’t let you resign, that meant they were firing you. And you called him to let him know his involvement was minimal, because still after everything you were trying to divert the backlash from him.

God how he was tired.

That’s when he decided, he was going to do it. Not only for what you had made him feel, but because he just needed to leave back all the baggage he had been carrying with him for almost a decade. He needed to let go. He knew it, he needed to free himself of something that turned him entirely into a different person that wasn't even close to what he had been before, because no one else would do it for him.

And he had nothing else to lose. Absolutely nothing.

Once that thought occupied his mind, he finally could lay down on the couch and sleep.

The next morning Javier just re-dressed and called his journalist contact, he had decided, in his pre-sleep haze, that he was just gonna tell the truth. To everyone.

Just as you did with him, he was going to use all the information you had given to him to redeem yourself of your own baggage to get rid of some of his.

Even when he didn’t want to think of you, you were still helping him.

And the truth went out as he told it, and he let himself out of the whole situation by following your steps.

Until the ambassador called him into his office later that day and that time… Javier felt like he could tell the man absolutely anything.

He had nothing else to lose.

When he walked into the office Crosby was watching the news about his little interview. Javier walked and sat in across from him, feeling something that looked like freedom. But his mind was still reeling with guilt and loss.

“You didn’t really call the country that we’re guests in a narco democracy.” Crosby asked without asking, Javier looked at the man and shook his head once.

“Are you sayin’ that it isn’t?” he replied, looking at the ambassador tightening his jaw.

“The state department’s livid.”

Javier nodded a few times.

“Good, they’re responsible,” he let out and shrugged slightly “we all are.”

“Samper is not going anywhere.” Crosby let him know, quite exasperated. Javier dropped his eyes to the man’s desk.

“Well, at least people know the truth.” he said, including himself in the sentence. No more lies.

Javier saw Crosby shake his head and study the four walls that surrounded them, and he caught himself wanting to read him like you would be able to.

“I want you gone, Peña,” the ambassador told him, Javier guessed so “so do the colombians.”

“I understand, sir.” Javier replied and Crosby said nothing else. He looked at the ambassador for a few seconds and saw also a shell of a man. He guesses that it wasn’t so much the job that took a person’s humanity, but the context in which they do it.

He stood up and walked towards the door.

“You know…” Crosby called, Javier turned around “any aspirations you had for your career just got dragged behind the barn and shot.”

Javier licked his lower lip and allowed himself to look intently at the ambassador, the man looked at him with something he thought was pity.

“I resigned from the DEA this morning.”

Crosby stood up straighter when he heard it, Javier said it almost solemnly, and saying it out loud not only made it more real, but it really made him feel light as a feather for the first time since he was a teenager when he walked out of the ambassador’s office for the last time in his life.

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Tartarus was a mess. The world was a mess.

He didn't care. Not one bit. The pain on his forehead was nothing. He had been hitting that door just for someone to finally open his cell for him to get out, as soon as he heard the commotion that was happening on that prison.

He wasn't the same anymore. His pride long forgotten as he could only mutter 'father' in a state of desperation as he saw the chaos and tried to run.

His arms were missing but his legs weren't. So he ran as fast as he could. Leaving the prison as well as a bunch of criminals.

God... now that he knew it how much he fucking ruined his life... He didn't even know if the Shie Hassaikai was still working after his left. Oh who was he kidding..? Pops was in coma as he the supposed sucessor of the yakusa was arrested.

He heard the screams and shouts as he ran. The chaos was established... this was Shigaraki's plan? He didn't know neither could care at the moment.

He walked in a state of shock and traumatized as he started to see the city over a few kilometers away... Tartarus was located 5km away from the mainland and he was a tad bit impressed on how much he could run still after those hellish months he had to endure on that place.

It was the dead of the night, almost midnight he guessed, when he dragged his feet at the desert street. Maybe the city was in a state of lockdown after the prisoners of Tartarus escaped...

No single soul was in that street, walking in a state of misery. He could feel the drop of blood slidding down from the middle of his forehead to his chin... he wanted to at leats wipe it off, but oh with what he would? With the remains of his long lost arms?

He stopped when he recognized the building he once used to live. His eyes widejing as his feet moved before his mind could as he saw that even after months, the walls seemes to be in construction to repare.

He licked his dry lips as he looked at both his sides to ensure none police or hero was nearvy before kicking the door with all his force in desperation.

He stopped dead when the gate opened just a bit to show a gun pointed at his forehead.

"What?" Came a harsh voice as he gulped the thick air stuck on his throat. "What do you want damn freack?!"

"Im... I..." why his voice was horrible and hoarse liek that he didn't know, but he soon got desperate at seing he couldn't even say who the fuck he was.

"Get the fuck out." The old male groaned but Chisaki got his foot in before the man closed the gate, hissing at the sharp pain.

"I'm Chisaki Kai. The adopted son of Pops." He blurted out in panicked pants as the old man eyes widened in horror.

The male opened the gate and reveleaved himself, an old colleague of pops for sure as he checked him form head to toe.

"The one who got arrested? The one that made experiments with my friend's actual granddaughter who is now on care fo heroes?" He asked with venom on his voice as Chisaki felt almost sick to the stomach at hearing but could only nod. "How did you get here? I heard you were locked in Tartarus."

"Tartarus broke down a couple of hours ago... I.. escaped." The male narrowed his eyes at him even more but sighed, opening the gate for him to enter.

"You look like shit. Come in." He swore he almost dropped to his knees at the moment. But tahnks to heavens his legs allowed him to walk enough to enter.

"I have to take you to (L/n)-sama first." He widened his eyes once again as he heard your name being spilled from that man's mouth.

You... you were still here...?

But.. you didn't contacted him. Not even once. Ever since he was arrested he eneber heard of you again.

"Pardon..?" He almost whispered as the male lead him.

"She was your partner, right? (L/n)-sama confirmed that when you were arrested. By our traditions, if the successor or the other boss get arreste don a state of coma." He glared at him whose truly made him want to vomit "The wife or partner of the last boss takes the lead of the said yakusa."

So.. you accepted that..? But he knew you, he knew hwo much you hated his work... why would you-

"Here." He opened the door for him to enter "Take a sit and wait here." He closed the door abruptly making him wince.

The office of Pops... that guy really wanted to torture him. It was almost untouched tha place. Even the couch felt the same as usually would...

He soon perked up when he heard footssteps and standed up the best he could. Almost tripping even.

Pathetic. He was pathetic.

The door opened and he felt his heartbeat stop as appeared, (E/c)'s eyes widening as soon as they saw his figurine standing there... you havent changed a bit. Only for the appearance of someone who has been overworking themselfs to death... face scrunched from nights of crying...

It was a silence and such a tense atmosphere as you both stared at eachother... his eyes burning at seeing you there... he thought he would never see you again...

He saw how you blinked and rubbed your eyes only for you to widen them even more at seing him standing there still.

"K...K-Kai...?" You managed to finally pet out as his heart clenches.

You still called him ny his first name... his true first name.

You stepped closer to him as your hands hovered over his face and widened in horror at finally noticing the missing of his arms...

"What... happened to you? What is this?!" You gestured to both of the rest of his arms and his bruised forehead.

For some reason.. hearing your still concerned tone of voice made him break.. how could you still use that tone of voice with him after what he has done?! After he put his iwn father on coma?! He hadn't heard of you ever since he was arrested and now you were being nice and concerned to him?! Was this some other torture?!

"Kai!" He hadn't notices he had fell into his kness and started to hiperventilate. He could feel your hands on him as you wiped whatever it was falling from his eyes. "Hey! Hey look at me! Kai!"

He wailed. Dropping his face on the crook of your neck. Tears casting down from his eyes like waterfalls as he shouted and sobbed loudly on you. Breath hitching when you hugged his bigger form and brought him closer.

The moment he finally calmed down you parted away from the embrace and helped him up.

"Lets get you clean up, come on." You went to grab his hand but immediately retreading to grab his shoulder.

He could only follow you. Feeling numb and the headache coming from how much he had cried on your arms.

.

.

.

The water was comfortably warm as he finally allowed to drop his shoulders at feeling the water dropping on his body. He was still in his boxers when you helped him up... he didn't even spoke a single word as you touched every part of his body just to help clean himself up since he couldn't even do that. Even surprising himself when you brought him his old clothes.

He couldn't understand... he thought that if you didn't even went to visit him, yomust had to hate him. Despise him for what he had done like everyone else... Luckily he didn't put you on the plans with eru or else the love of his life would be arrested as well.

"A penny for your thoughts?" Your soft voice manifested as he still looked down at the ground from the spot of his old bed.. it was so much comfier than the brick he was forced to.

"... is it because of pity you pushed aside your anger towards me?" His voice was so hoarse and pained himself crunched his face at hearing.

"Pity?" You giggled sadly sitting besides him "Not quite. I-"

"Why then you did all this...? You should had let me die ..." he whispered as your chest clenched at his words.

"Why would i do that with my boyf-"

"Dont. Dont say it. After all I've done you should despise me. Hell, I thought that so after being denied of even a fucking information if you were safe..." he dropped his head befoore hearing a gaso from you.

"What do you mean? I was told by the guards of Tartarus that visits weren't allowed. And I always at least send you a letter, pn your first week when I was denied entry I send you a mask and a letter." You said while arching an eyebrow as he catched what had happened.

"The guards didn't delivered... must have stocked or throw away..." you furrowed your eyebrows but sighed shakily.

Suddenly his breath hitched when you hugged his torso and burried your face against his neck. For the first time he hadn't tensed at sucha coforting touch, but felt warm after so long without it.

"I missed you so much..." you mumbled, wetting his neck with your tears as he clenched his teeth at feeling drops of water falli g from his eyes once again.

"Damn you... I already cried enough didn't I..?" He burried his face in your hair as he allowed to be hugged. For once wishing his arms were back only to pull your body closer to him.

[silkling]

Could you do a fic where High tide finds out how bad M.E.C.H is after Optimus shows up on the deck of his ship because the ground bridge is down and High tide is the closest, I don't see much of him so I wanted to ask

I’d love to! High Tide is a fun character, first impressions aside, and I always wished the show gave a little more on his relationship with Optimus. I understand why they didn’t, but hey, I can dream!

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When Optimus Prime sent High Tide a comm. message asking him to dock his boat at a specific set of coordinates so he could board, and to be prepared to make a very quick getaway, High Tide’s battle protocols flared to life. They hadn’t activated since coming to Earth, since he didn’t need them when it came to working with that team of bitty younglings, and he certainly didn’t need them for his secondary mission given to him by the Prime, which was to scout Earth’s oceans for energon and mine and gather as much as he could. So when the familiar protocols roared to the forefront of his processor, it was easy to have his ship shift into its battle form, which involved the side narrowing a slight bit and a very large amount of weaponry unfolding from various parts of the boat or humming to life in hidden turrets. He easily did as his old friend asked, expecting that the Prime was facing Deceptions and possibly injured, and that’s why he needed a rescue and an escape route and not a battle assist.

Optimus Prime was indeed injured as he ran onto the ship, limping heavily, but High Tide caught no Decepticon signals on his sensors. His battle protocols whirled, trying to calculate what was going on and attempting to lock onto a target for High Tide fo fight. Still, he did as he had originally been asked and as soon as Optimus was on board he had the ship leaving and heading towards open waters. His processor still whirling with the urge to fight, the soldier grabbed his field first aid kit and went to help his commander patch himself up. He crouched next to the large mech, who was seated on the deck of the ship, and got to work.

“So Optimus, mind tellin’ me what you were runnin’ from?” he asked, his engine rumbling with battle-lust in tandem with the rasp of his voice.

The Prime only shot him a look, easily reading his posture and understanding what was going on in his processor. “Stand down, High Tide. There will be no fight today.”

“No fight!” he growled. “I think not! What ‘Con did this to you and where are they now?” he demanded, welding shut a leaking gash in the red armor.

“It was no Deception, old friend.”

High Tide froze, his optics narrowing. “No ‘Con? Then who? Humans?”

And that’s when his long distance sensors picked up the energy signatures of approaching vehicles. Approaching earth vehicles, coming from the air. High Tide’s engine snarled in displeasure, and he shot the Prime a dark look.

“This happened cause of your insistence on not harming humans, didn’t it?” he demanded. “Optimus, your dedication to being just and sowin’ as little violence as possible is one of the reasons I follow you. It means you care about life first and foremost and that makes you a very good commander. But sometimes, you take it too far!”

He sent the command to his ship to activate long-range weapons. He’d shoot the little insects out of the sky. Optimus obviously that saw the weapons on deck engaging and locking onto currently unseen targets, because he locked a hand around High Tide’s wrist.

“High Tide, do not!” he ordered.

The submarine glared at the Prime. “Tell me who they are, Optimus. I need an explanation.”

Optimus sighed. “They call themselves M.E.C.H. They are a human terrorist organization whose goal is to possess and control the most powerful and advanced technologies on the planet.”

High Tide narrowed his optics. “And right now, that’s us.”

A nod was his only reply.

“So they’re hunting Cybertronians, then? Why?”

Optimus hesitated before he answered, before he decided it might be best if his friend knew the whole story so he could understand the dangers. “They wish to cut one of us open and take them apart in order to figure out how we work. They want to create one of us themselves, on that is sparkless and mindless and follows only their commands.”

High Tide went rigid, and that was when the helicopters broke cloud cover and started barking down on the ship. He snarled, and his ship’s weapons began powering up.

“High Tide!” Optimus protested. “I said-!”

“I heard you the first time, Optimus.” High Tide said coldly. “And normally, I’d follow your orders. But you forget one thing: my primary duty as your soldier is to ensure you survive. So if I have to disobey your order to ensure you do, so be it.” He strode to the edge of the deck, gaze locking on the helicopters.

One of them stopped to hover closer to the water, and High Tide turned a cold glare onto it. “I suggest you and yours leave, little human.” he rumbled. “My ship has the firepower to take down a Decepticon war vessel.”

The apparent leader, a human with silver hair and a facial scar, only chuckled. “I think not. You robots are so squeamish about taking human lives. And besides, you’ll find that we are more than capable of handing a little heavy weaponry. We’ll come away from this endeavor with two prizes and a warship, it seems. How lovely.”

High Tide only bared his teeth in a savage grin. “I think you’ll find I have far fewer reservations about killin’ you little bugs than my commander.” he said coldly, and his ship fired. A high powered blaster bolt hit one of the other copters, blowing it to pieces and sending the wreckage falling into the sea below.

The human was obviously startled by the show, and he narrowed his eyes at the large blue Autobot. “So I see.” he said darkly.

High Tide could almost see him getting ready to give an order to attack, so he sent the ship another command. There was more fire, and then all the helicopter’s except the one in charge were nothing but flaming wreckage falling from the sky.

“Leave.” he snarled. “Last chance.”

The human narrowed his eyes, glaring, before nodding at the pilot next to him and then the helicopter was leaving, flying away and into the clouds. High Tide only relaxed when his long range sensors pinged back telling him they had left, and then he returned to his friend. His battle protocols started to cycle down, and the harsh glow of his optics lessened.

“High Tide…” Optimus sounded pained.

“I’m not going to apologize, Prime.” he said stiffly, returning to fixing up his commander. “I admire your desire for peace, I really do. But sometimes, the peaceful solution won’t work. You can’t just let them hunt you down like that. What if your refusal to fight back or let your team fight back means you lose another bot? What happens if those slag-heaps find the Rescue Bots?” he demanded.

Optimus winced, looking away. “It is wrong to use our might to kill so easily.”

“It is.” High Tide agreed. “But they weren’t non-threats, Optimus. If you keep letting them hunt you down without fightin’ back, then one of these days someone is going to suffer grievously at their hands, and with how determined all your team is to protect you…it won’t be you.” he said seriously.

Optimus was silent as High Tide finished, only looking up when the submarine stood and put the kit away. “You are right, of course.” he sounded exhausted. “But…”

“You don’t want to compromise another piece of your spark.” High Tide heaved a sigh. “I get it, Optimus. I really do. So I won’t say anythin’ about your decisions when it comes to you alone fightin’ them. But know this: I refuse to bow down and run from those humans. If they come after me, I will fight back and take out as many as I must. What happens if Blurr or Salvage are with me when they attack, Prime? Am I supposed to run and let those monsters have a chance at hurtin’ young bots who haven’t ever fought in the War?”

“…no. No, you are right, High Tide.” he heaved a sigh. “I will not protest your choices, and I thank you for your aid and for protecting me.”

High Tide relaxed, and finally let his ship return to its normal form. “I understand you, Optimus. We might disagree sometimes, but at the end of the day you’re still my friend and I will follow you, wherever this War takes us.”

Optimus shot him a tired, warm smile. “Thank you, old friend. I do not deserve such devoted loyalty from you, but I’m glad to have it nonetheless.”

High Tide grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. “Of course, Prime. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Here we are! Shorter than my usual fics, but I hope you like it nonetheless!

Silas just got a very harsh lesson that not all the ‘bots will be hesitant about using lethal force. He’ll be more wary around them from here on out! And Optimus is just tired of the War and violence and death. He doesn’t want more violence, but sometimes it’s the only way to stay alive. Poor guy.

Until next time, folks!

[getouisms]

[ - 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒

𝐂𝐇 𝟎𝟓 - Loud Laughs

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: Y/n, a 22 year old successful model is tired of the tabloids shaming her about her dating status when she’s seen out with her friends. Unsure of what to do to stop the gossip, Oikawa suggests a fake boyfriend. Fortunately, Kenma knows the perfect person who’d go for an idea as stupid as that one.

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 … 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢��𝐭 … 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 

“You’re being stupid,” you whisper to your reflection, watching your hands shake from nerves.

It’s stupid to be so nervous after spending almost the entire day with Kuroo yesterday and feeling so relaxed. Is it because you’re going to be one on one with him? Kenma was there yesterday, easing most of the tension if there was any. A soft sigh left your lips as you walked away going to your bedroom, deciding to at least be in a comfortable spot for this phone call.

He didn’t have to call; you mull over as you lie down. You don’t call to talk to your friends about their day often unless it’s a bad one. He’s probably nicer and calls his friends. A smile finds its way to your lips upon thinking that maybe he’s only nice like this with you. You wipe that away quickly, shrugging the thought off and dismissing it. He is just a friend, and you have no business getting into anything like that, anyway.

The phone vibrating against the soft comforter interrupts your train of thought. Swallowing the lump of nervousness, you pick it up and accept the call.

“Hello,” you start, voice laced with a thin veil of nervousness.

“Hey,” Kuroo’s voice sounds deeper on the phone, but he sounds relaxed, tired even.

It took his voice to wash over you for you to relax. Reminding yourself that no, it wasn’t Kenma that made you feel so comfortable, but Kuroo who made you feel relaxed. Any nervousness went out the window when he almost snorted Sprite out his nostrils.

“How was work? You sound tired,” you comment, smiling as he chuckles; laying back against the mattress.

“God, it was good but tiring. I want to hear about your work instead,” he asks, making you hum out faintly as you look over your nails.

“There isn’t a lot to it, really. I have a gig tomorrow, which consists of taking pictures and following pose guidelines. The rest of it is maintaining brand deals or updating my portfolio, auditions, socializing with fans, always looking marketable pretty much,” you conclude. A thoughtful hum fills your ear from the other side.

“Does the drama prevent you from appearing marketable?” Kuroo asks, and you can’t help but note the genuine curiosity in his tone.

It’s not like no one has taken an interest in your profession, but it is the first time someone’s cared enough to ask questions. Or appear genuinely interested besides seeing you model or asking if any other models are single. It’s pleasurable to have someone ask you about the in’s and out’s of your job.

“Not really? It is embarrassing when people I work with are dragged into it, but they understand, it’s not their first rodeo with a model. It’s a personal annoyance above anything else,” you mumble, sighing out quietly but feel a small smile returning once his warm laugh fills the microphone.

“Why are you laughing?” your smile turned into a laugh as you ask.

“I just got the mental image of a rumor about you and Kenma dating,” his laughs wheeze as they break up his sentence.

You already know he has a loud laugh that people could perceive as obnoxious, but his laugh only encouraged your own. It’s nice to laugh alongside him, plus he says nothing about your own loud laugh. He couldn’t say anything really, he sounded a little demonic if it was a laugh from the gut you’ve noticed.

“Oh my god, he’d stop being my friend for sure,” You laugh alongside him.

Your laughter continues for a few more moments, but when it quiets down, it isn’t awkward on either end. Your stifled laughter fills the call with little small giggles as you go back and forth telling one another to cut it out. Your laugh makes him laugh, you’ve noticed. When his laugh cools down, and you laugh, his laughter starts right back up again.

It took you both a few extra minutes to get yourselves together, but eventually, the stifled laughter turned into silence. A comfortable silence, and finally, Kuroo clears his throat with a relieved sigh.

“I thought my stomach was going to fall out from how funny that was,” He comments, making you giggle softly.

“Kenma’s hilarious, that’d be a funny situation for him. How long have you guys been friends?” You ask since Kenma didn’t tell you much besides playing volleyball back in high school.

“Since middle school. I didn’t really leave him alone, but he’s the person I can count on for anything. Hopefully, he knows it’s the same in return,” Kuroo mumbles, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You’re nodding along, forgetting he can’t see you, which makes your hand slap across your forehead; a small wince spreading across your face.

“I can’t believe we haven’t been introduced,” you smoothly deliver, but you can hear the faint chuckle on the other line when the slap reverberates through the microphone. If he heard it, he won’t say anything.

“He’s a private guy, I didn’t even know he was friends with you. Bokuto almost passed out since you’re his favorite model,” Kuroo chuckles out, making you laugh softly.

“Atsumu is on his team, I can’t believe he didn’t tell Bokuto we were friends either. I’d like to meet your friends sometime,” your voice comes out hopeful, a hum of agreement emits.

“You can meet them anytime. How about your friends? I need details on Kenma’s secret life,” Kuroo’s voice raises out of intrigue, making you playfully roll your eyes with a growing smile.

“I met Kenma by tweeting that I really liked his stream, and he thanked me for the support, and I guess I grew on him. Tendou I’ve known since we were kids, our moms are friends, he’s that friend you can make peace signs with and cry taking selfies,” Kuroo’s laughter makes you pause, a faint flutter of your heart has you skipping a beat, “Oikawa and I met at a networking event. His agent wanted him to model my agent was trying to market me, and we both ended up meeting and hitting it off. Atsumu actually slid into my DMs to ask me on a date, I rejected him but we became great friends,” you finish, smiling at his faint laughter.

“I admire the guy for staying your friend after being rejected. They sound cool, I’d like to meet Kenma’s double life friends. He’s like Hannah Montana, I feel like Lily when she found out,” he sounds remorseful, voice wavering to not laugh at his own joke, but thankfully your laugh covered it.

“You can meet Kenma’s secret organization of friends. They’re all amazing, I just have to give Atsumu a stern talking-to since he can be an asshole sometimes,” you mention, voice soft.

“Protective asshole or just an asshole? He can’t be as bad as Kenma,” Kuroo jokes, it doesn’t fall flat on you.

“Protective. He’s smelly, but he’s one of my most cherished friends,” your voice is soft still, Kuroo matches it.

“I know we called to talk about our day, but I’m glad Kenma introduced me to you. Talking to you is relaxing,” he pauses, you feel your cheeks heat, “it was crazy in the office today so you took the edge off if that makes much sense,” he finishes.

“It makes sense, I’m glad Kenma introduced me to you too,” you agree.

“Awesome, talking to you saves me time from listening to Boyfriend by Big Time Rush for some stress relief,” he sighs out, as if genuinely relieved.

You didn’t know, but he grins on the other side of the phone upon hearing your loud laugh.

𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭: Kuroo told Y/n one chemistry joke, don’t believe atoms they make up everything, and she did laugh. 

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[razieltwelve]

Optic Blast (Final Effect)

“How are you doing?”

Shepard glanced up. It was Captain Cobalt. The veteran’s faceplate had gone transparent to let him see his expression. Old soldiers were often some of the toughest there were, and the captain had proved it during the initial assault to reclaim Earth. He’d led his troops with calm professionalism, calling out tactics and directing manoeuvres that had allowed them to secure a beachhead with minimal difficulty.

“I’m doing fine.” Shepard sighed. “It’s just... a lot.”

The ruins of New York spoke volumes. They’d found survivors. Most had either been lucky enough to reach emergency shelters in time - shelters that nobody had ever thought they’d actually have to use since joining the Citadel - or cunning enough to hide and evade detection. But they’d seen a lot of people who weren’t so lucky.

Some had simply been crushed beneath debris after the Reapers had begun their assault. Others had been hunted down by husks and other Reaper troops. And still others had simply been caught in the crossfire between the Reapers and Earth’s defenders.

There hadn’t been many soldiers left, though. They’d done their duty, and they’d paid with their lives. But even if they hadn’t been able to stop the Reaper onslaught, they’d been able to buy precious time for Shepard to contact the Empire and forge an alliance with them to take back the Earth and its system.

“I know the feeling,” Cobalt said. “Back home, we’ve got these things called Grimm. If you ever wonder why we need weapons capable of blowing up solar systems, it’s because of them.” He shook his head. “I was only a kid when my planet got attacked. I lived way out on the rim. It was a tiny mining colony.” His eyes hardened. “We didn’t get warning early enough to run, so we had to hold out. Three weeks. Three weeks we held out. Finally, help came. By then, almost everybody was dead. It turned out the Grimm that had attacked us were part of a larger swarm, one numbering in the quadrillions. That’s why it took so long for help to come. The Fleet had to blast its way through all of that before the Infantry could hit the surface and start looking for survivors.” He patted his power armour. “I joined the Infantry as soon as I was old enough, and I’ve been fighting ever since.”

“Three weeks?” Shepard had seen the Empire’s fleet in action. Any enemy that took three weeks for them to blast through was something she could barely imagine. “What now?”

“Well, I was coming to check up on you. The boys and girls upstairs have decided that we’ll be launching a night assault. We’ve got orbital supremacy, so there’s no reason to wait until morning. There are still plenty of those husk things and other enemy ground troops around, so the longer we wait, the greater the risk to your civilians and remaining military forces.”

“Right now?” Shepard checked her armour’s settings. With dusk falling, she’d already activated the night-vision setting, and it was better than she remembered it being. “You guys are equipped for night operations, right?”

“Yep.” Cobalt grinned. “Most of us have ways of seeing the dark well enough, but the power armour makes it a breeze. How are you doing ammo wise?”

“I’m good,” Shepard got to her feet. “Let’s do this.”

“Since this is an urban operation, we’ll be getting some... special assistance, on account of you being a VIP and all.” Cobalt’s grin widened. “I think you’ll find it quite... interesting.”

“Oh?”

“I won’t spoil the surprise.”

X     X     X

Shepard fell into step alongside the rest of the troops under Captain Cobalt. He’d assigned her to his own squad as they went door to door searching buildings. When they found husks or other enemy troops, they killed them. When they found civilians or friendly soldiers, they pointed them back toward the forward operating bases they’d established.

Several hours into the operation, Cobalt called a halt.

“We’ve got a large concentration of enemy troops up ahead,” he said. “I’m guessing it’s because they’ve realised if they don’t gather their forces, we’ll pick them off piece-meal. They might also have noticed we don’t have any heavy ordnance with us.”

Shepard had noticed that, but she had assumed it was because they could call in air support or had some way to teleport their tanks, mechs, or other armour to the battlefield.

“The thing is,” Cobalt said. “What they don’t know is that we do have heavy ordnance with us, just not in a form they’re familiar with.” He glanced to the side. “Yun-Farron, you’re up. Heavy artillery. Scorched earth.”

One of the other troops stepped forward. From the voice Shepard had heard over their comms, Yun-Farron was a woman.”

“Sure thing, captain.” She glanced at Shepard. “Should I try to make an impression?”

“I’m guessing that’s why they loaned you to my squad. Go nuts.”

Shepard shot a questioning glance at the other woman. “What are you planning to do?”

“Just sit back and enjoy the show.” Cobalt smirked. “I never get tired of seeing it.”

Yun-Farron stepped out from cover, and there was a flash of blinding light. The filters in Shepard’s armour managed to keep it from completely blinding her, but she could still barely believe what she saw.

A... blast of energy had just come out Yun-Farron’s eyes. It struck the closest clump of enemy troops and detonated in a massive explosion. An instant later, another blast lanced out, and more enemy troops went flying. A third blast followed, and instead of a brief flash of light, it was a sustained beam that resulted in a sustained roar as the enemy vanished in a cloud of raw devastation.

“How’s it going?” Cobalt shouted.

The blast stopped momentarily, and Yun-Farron glanced up. Another blast fired upward, sweeping across some nearby rooftops before returning to street-level, obliterating anything stupid enough to remain out in the open.

“Pretty well. Whatever shields or armour they’ve got can’t stand up to it. Hmm... they’re getting behind cover now, though.”

“Is that going to be an issue?”

“No although I will have to be more discerning now that they’re hiding in the buildings."

“Civilians?” Cobalt asked.

“I believe so.”

“Wait -” Shepard cried.

“Relax. I’ve got this.” 

Yun-Farron’s eyes flashed again, but instead of a huge beam of destructive power, what emerged were twin lances of pure energy, each about an inch in diameter. They streaked down the street before doing an abrupt ninety-degree turn into a building.

Moving out into the open, Shepard peered at the building. She could hear the sounds of husks being killed and see flashes of light.

“What are you doing?”

“She can guide those eye beams of hers,” Cobalt said. “Even see through them, so she can clear out a building without even moving from the spot.”

“This is taking too long,” Yun-Farron murmured. “And there are, in fact, more civilians than we expected in these buildings. Signal the advance, I’ll provide covering fire.”

“Advance!” Cobalt shouted. “And don’t freak out if you see energy beams. They’re from Yun-Farron.”

As Shepard and the others broke into a sprint toward the buildings, the two original eye beams petered out. A moment later, more than a dozen of those same incredibly narrow eye beams raced past them, each picking a different building and doing their deadly work with incredible swiftness.

“Son of a bitch,” Shepard whispered. “How does that work?”

“Classified,” Cobalt said. “Although you’ll probably hear about it in more detail sooner rather than later.”

An eye beam streaked past Shepard, around the corner, and then up through the ceiling. She heard a husk come apart at the seam and then hastened into a room where their scanners had detected civilians.

“Come on,” she said to the people huddled there. “We need to move. Now!”

The building shook as something exploded and debris rained down - only to be intercepted by more eye beams.

“I am so asking about this later,” Shepard muttered.

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Author’s Notes

The Yun-Farron in this snippet is descended from Diana and Fujin. Fujin, remember, has the eye beams. At full power, Fujin’s eyes beams are an optic blast that can be used to dish out immense damage. One of her children with Diana keeps that same Semblance, but the Ragnarok genes cause it to appear in both eyes (not just one) and to mutate into a variety of other forms in her later descendants.

This particular descendant has a variant referred to as the connected-directable-split’ variant. Basically, her eye beams are connected to her visual sense, allowing her to see through them (i.e., think of her eye beams as being able to function as a really weird periscope). They can also be directed after being fired, which allows them to go around corner and the like. The ‘split’ part refers to her ability to split her eyes beams into multiple smaller eye beams. This occurs due to a mutation in the eye.

Fujin’s eye beams are projected from the pupil, but she only has one pupil in her eye. Some of her descendants have evolved to have multiple pupils in their eyes (thanks Diana!). The more pupils they have in the eye, the more they can split their eye beams.

This particular Yun-Farron has been lucky enough and has trained hard enough to manage more than a dozen eye beams at once, which means her eyes have far more pupils than standard eyes. These are not always present. Instead, they appear in response to the Semblance being used.

Although not all of Fujin’s eye beam descendants share her crimson eyes, the vast majority of them have inherited her silver hair. In general, if a Yun-Farron from Diana’s branch of the family is born with silver hair, the first thing they check for is eye beams because the Semblance tends to manifest early (usually preceded by eye pain and the like).

Yeah. Fujin’s descendants are pretty cool.

[nothingbutimagines]

Hideaway (Peter Parker)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader x Platonic!Avengers

Warning: a bit of fluff, sassy Steve Rogers and Reader

Summary: Snowed in and with a free day without any work to do, Peter and Y/n decide to create a fort in the common room, leading to many antics and many complaints from the other avengers they share the living space with.

Author: Dizzy

A/N: On the fifth day of ficmas my writer gave to me another Peter Parker fluffy fic. Once again, as always, happy holidays and keep an eye out for the many fics to come. I love you all and you always inspire me to write some of my best work. 

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You groaned, flopping down onto the couch between Peter and Steve, allowing your arms to hit them both in the chest as you sprawled out across them. 

Both ignored you, Peter playing on his phone while Steve read a book quietly. 

You groaned once more, flailing your arms a bit again to gain their attention, hoping one, if not both, would pay attention to you. 

“Okay, what’s wrong?” Steve asked, shutting his book as he looked at you, a brow raised.

“I’m bored.” You whined, only to receive an eye roll from Steve as Peter chuckled in your ear. 

“Then go do something. I think there’s some puzzles in the tv stand.”

“I hate to break it to you, Stevie, but only you old men like puzzles.”

“What have I told you about calling me and other people nicknames they don’t like?”

“It’s condescending and rude.” You rolled your eyes as you spoke. “But I think your suggestion was condescending and rude, so it’s only fair.”

“Yeah,” Peter added, looking up from his phone, “You gotta cancel it out, like PEMDAS.”

Steve rolled his eyes, opening his book once more. “Maybe you both could go outside, get some fresh air.”

“I think it’s only 20 degrees outside, Mr. Rogers.” Peter replied politely. 

“Well, if you two can’t find something to do, I’m sure we can probably put together a whole list of chores for you to do.” 

You scrambled to get up off the couch, landing on your feet and holding out your hand to Peter. 

“Come along, Peter. We have a puzzle to do.” 

“Bug, I don’t want to do a puzzle. Can’t we do something else?” He asked, taking your hand while he stood up and followed you out of the living room. 

“Like what? Clean the compound?” You asked, glancing over your shoulder at him as you walked down the hallway. “Besides, it doesn’t even need that much cleaning.” 

“You can’t even see the floor in your room!” 

“I said the compound didn’t need cleaning, not my personal space. Also, it’s not that bad. It’s an organized mess.” 

“Do you even remember what color your carpet is?”

“I think it’s red?” 

“Is that a question or a statement?” Peter asked before shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter anyway, because you’re wrong. It’s grey like everyone else’s.”

“I bet your room isn’t as clean as you think.” You argued. 

“Actually, I think it is.” 

Peter pulled your arm, causing you to stop before passing his bedroom. He opened the door and walked in, dragging you along with him. 

You looked around the room, noticing that the room was spotless, except for a single jacket sitting on a chair. 

“I guess I stand corrected.” 

“You guess?” Peter rolled his eyes as he took a seat down on his bed. “Hey, I have an idea, we should make a pillow and blanket fort.”

“That would be so cool! Let’s use your sheets though because I honestly don’t know where I last saw mine.”

“And you say you live in an ‘organized mess.’“

“Oh, shut up and just help me collect some pillows and blankets.” You shushed him, starting to take pillows and blankets off of the bed. “I say we should make our fort in the living room. I want to bother Steve.” 

“You always want to bother him. Why can’t we just do it in here?”

“Because we need the couch cushions and I wanna watch tv in the fort.” 

“You only want to piss off Mr. Rogers, you mean.”

“I guess that too.” You shrugged, laying out a blanket on the ground and putting the rest of the blankets and the pillows on it. 

“Hey,” Peter smiled, making his way towards you, “come here.”

You turned around, allowing him to approach you as he rested his hands on your hips and kiss you softly. You hummed quietly, melting into him before pulling away and taking in a deep breath, your hands resting on his chest. 

“Let’s go. We’ve got a fort to build.” 

You turned around taking two corners of the blanket into your hand and dragged it into the hallway, your back turned to the door as you faced Peter. You turned into the hall, pulling the blanket as you made sure the pillows didn’t fall. 

“Oh, watch it, kid.” Tony stated as you bumped into him. “What are you doing?”

You turned around, putting your hands behind you as you gripped the blanket tightly. “Getting supplies together for a pillow fort.” 

“And where are you building said fort?”

“Living room.” 

“You guys need any help?”

“No, I think we got it, right, Peter?” You looked at Peter, nodding at him as he nodded back, gathering up the other side of the blanket into his own hands. 

“Right, Bug.” 

“I guess I’ll leave you two to it, then. Have fun.” 

“We always do.” You nodded, dragging the blanket along with Peter down the hall quickly, squeezing past Tony. 

“I really thought we were about to be in trouble there.” Peter spoke up as you entered the living room. 

“Why would we be? The only time I’ve ever been in trouble with Tony was when I accidentally started that small fire in the lab.” 

“Uh, I think it was more than just a small fire. It took up one corner of the lab.” 

“At least I put it out. You just stood there and watched.” 

“Well, I’m sorry if I was panicking! I’ve never witnessed a fire in person!” Peter groaned, dropping his end of the blanket as you entered the living room. 

You dropped your end as well, brushing your hands together before motioning for Peter to come over towards you.

“Come help me move this table.” You instructed. 

You bent over, taking the side of the coffee table you were on as Peter took the other side, helping you drag the coffee table out of the way. You then pushed the couch Steve wasn’t sitting on back.

“Okay, I think we’re ready to put the fort together.” You looked at Peter, who nodded. 

“Why don’t we use the red blanket to go from the couch to the tv?” Peter asked, pulling the blanket out from the pile, “Since it’s the biggest one.” 

“Perfect. And then we can use the grey one to go from that couch to the other one and then in between we can make that the entrance.” 

“I like that idea, let’s do it.” 

You helped Peter first take the cushions off of the couch, tossing them onto the floor before helping him drape the red blanket over the couch and tv before moving onto the other couch, carefully draping the grey blanket over the red one and then over the couch, trapping Steve under the blanket. 

“Y/n...” 

“Steve...” 

“You could have asked me to move.”

“I didn’t feel like it.” You shrugged. “But if you don’t want to be part of the fort building, just say it.”

“I’m going to go make some coffee.” Steve pulled the blanket off of him and got off the couch, putting the blanket back down onto the couch before leaving the room. 

“What’s with you and Mr. Rogers anyway?” Peter asked as he crawled into the fort, starting to organize the cushions. 

“Steve just annoys me sometimes. He’s always all work and no play and it’s boring.”

“You know, if you found something in common, you might actually get along.” 

“Steve likes puzzles and hard candy. He’s like my grandpa and I have nothing in common with him besides blood.” 

You shrugged, picking up the last of the blankets and starting to create the rest of the walls and entrance before grabbing a notepad off of the tv stand and writing a sign for the entrance and tacking it up. 

“I thought you liked seeing your grandpa.” Peter said, poking his head out fo the fort to look at you as you put the last blanket up. 

“I do, but he’s my grandpa. Steve’s just... Steve. Why can’t you just let me tease him?”

Peter shrugged. “I don’t know. Can you hand me the rest of the pillows?” 

“Yeah.” You nodded, handing him the last of the pillows. “Here.” 

You climbed in as you grabbed the rest of the pillows, looking around the fort. 

Peter had arranged the cushions into small couches and mattresses and used some blankets for the little bed covers. 

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” You giggled, closing the entrance blanket behind you. 

“Thank you. I was going for a very contemporary look for the living space as well as an American color scheme.” Peter explained, as if he was a true interior designer. “Blue and red look very good together, almost complementary in a way. It also helps bring a contrast with the white rug, which I think was a very bold choice when you have children living in the home.”

You laughed, giving him a nudge. “I am honestly surprised we’ve never spilled anything in here.”

“I don’t know why. Mr. Stark has a very strict no food policy for anyone under 35.” 

“I cannot wait to turn 35 then.” You smiled. 

You leaned forward, giving him a quick kiss before he wrapped his arms around you, engulfing you in his embrace and pulling you down to the floor with him. You squealed as he rolled you both over before covering your face in kisses and laughing along with you. 

“Am I allowed into your fortress?” 

You looked up to see Thor peering at you two from the entrance way, a bright smile on his face. 

“Only if you can answer this one question,” You smiled, “Would you do it for the vine?”

“I believe so, yes.” Thor nodded proudly. 

“Perfect. Come on in, Thunderboy.” 

Thor crawled in, laughing as he looked at Peter. “I love it when she calls me that.”

Peter laughed and leaned back into the side of the couch as you both watched Thor pull a package of Pop Tarts from his pocket. 

“Care for a treat?” He asked, breaking off small pieces and holding them out to you. “I won’t tell Metal Man you ate in here.” 

“Well, don’t mind if I do.” You beamed, taking the pieces from Thor and popping them into your mouth. 

“Hey,” Steve bent over, mug in hand as he peered into the fort entrance at you, “I thought the sign said ‘no one over 35 allowed.’ Thor’s like 1,000 years old.”

“Actually, I am 1,500 year old, Steven.” Thor interjected.

“Yeah, Steven, Thor’s 1,500 years old.” You replied, gazing up at Steve. ”Thor’s allowed in because when asked if he would do it for the vine, he said yes.” 

Thor chuckled, looking at Steve. “I’m not even exactly sure what ‘the vine’ is, but my answer had those two very pleased.”

“I see.” 

“Hey, Peter, doesn’t this fort have a no loser allowed rule?” You asked, turning to the boy beside you.

“It sure has a open door policy for bratty little girls, though.” Steve argued. 

“I think you’ve overstayed your welcome. Goodbye, Steve.” You leaned forward, closing the entrance to the fort. 

“Yes, Goodbye, Steven!” Thor added happily as you giggled, falling back into the larger man.

[ciggylungz]

Benefits

Rivals blurb: 2.8k word

Request: y/n & harry go to a bar and someone from harrys office flirts with her and he gets jealous

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Work parties were never very exciting, so when Y/n and Harry had a combined company benefit party at one of the upscale lounges in London she was hardly excited. Her publicist had decided it would be good to do it together to get more hype and press on it by proving even though their companies split years prior there was ‘no bad blood’. She only agreed because some of the profits were going to different charities and that gave her the stamina to stick out a work event, and well free booze was a plus.

She had just enough time to make a pitstop home to change into a formal appropriate cocktail dress, pumps and fixed her hair before making her way towards the bar. Upon arrival she could already hear Harry’s distinct fake laugh, her eyes rolling automatically knowing he was cheesing up to some rich beneficiary to milk as much cash out of them as he could. She headed straight to the bar, ordering a vodka soda with lime deciding she’d need a little help getting through the night If she’d be trapped with that prick in such an enclosed space.

After two vodka sodas she was feeling a good buzz, good enough that her uptight nature seemed to unravel enough for her to entertain the gentlemen who decided to start talking to her, joining her at the bar. He wasn’t too bad looking, typical business man look with a crisp suit and hair styled with some sort of product that made it stiff. He was well groomed and she had recognized him as one of Harry’s employees. Mark was his name, and as long as he kept her drinks coming, she was more than willing to keep chatting with the man. Seemed like a good trade to her, booze for flirting- a win-win for both parties.

“How old are yeh doll?” the man was giving her the typical flirty eyes, she’d typically cringe at how thick this guy was laying it on already but she was too tipsy to care. “ ‘m 23, you?” the man had a sly smirk on his face at that, rubbing his chin slightly before taking a sip of his whiskey. “I’m 46, props to you fo’ havin’ such a big company at your age. I was just getting’ coffee for asshole bosses when I was your age. A business woman is sexy you know? You like older men hun?” his game was truly weak, almost embarrassingly so for someone of his age. She questioned if he could be a 40-year-old virgin, or he was just a terrible flirt. Yet she answered truthfully, not caring much since she’d likely never see this bloke again. “Depends, been with ‘em before but it’s not a preference or anything.”

His eyes flicked over the expanse of her body, his smirk not dropping at her answer as he licked over his lips. “Oldest you’ve been with?” his question made her roll her eyes starting to get a little tired of him now, knowing full well he just wanted to bang her which wasn’t going to happen. “I don’t kiss and tell Marcus.”

The pair weren’t aware of the irritated glare that was watching their every move, reading their lips from across the room as they talked. Harry was the peeping tom in question, staring the two adults down with a strange feeling in his gut and a tingle in his palms- like he wanted to punch his employee but- why? It’s not like he had any real reason to, but still a flare of…jealousy crawled up his spine and burrowed inside the ripples of his brain. He had been in this position before, when him and the girl were younger and he’d see her makeout with another guy or her boyfriend of the time or when he’d hear them fucking in a neighboring room while a young Harry grew overly irritated at the fact someone else was feeling what he’d felt before. He was being immature he knew that, but he didn’t care as he marched over to the pair acting casual despite his mood when he leaned against the dark wood of the polished bar.

Harry rubbed his pointer finger over the wood, collecting a small amount of dust on the digit before tapping his knuckles on the wood getting the attention of the bar tender and the pair he’d been practically stalking since he noticed them together. “Gin and tonic please, love and another one of whatever Y/n had. Put it on my tab, thank yeh” he was always a polite guy, his mother truly raised him well in that aspect and it was refreshing for Y/n to hear the man talking to someone kindly instead of the usual bickering they partake in.

Y/n turned to him on her swiveling barstool, giving him a tipsy soft smile and nod in acknowledgement not noticing the side eye he was giving the man on the other side of her. “Hello Harold” she greeted him using the name she knew got on his nerves, his name was simply Harry yet everyone assumed it was a shortened version of the rather old-fashioned name typically tied to it. Yet, he didn’t bother getting irritated or retorting with something annoying no- his focus was more on the man he had an itch to fire at the moment. He managed to keep his professional nature regardless, “Evening love, hello Marcus what are you lot talkin’ about?” Y/n was more confused on the pet name he’d used towards her than about the harsh gaze he was sending toward the man on her left.

Mark seemed to sense the animosity, knowing his bosses irritated look very well. He opted to respond to his employer with an awkward chuckle a shrug added to it, “Nothin’ much, business and such. Was admiring how she’s runnin’ a company so young just like you. Would be lying if I said I wasn’t a bit jealous.” His free hand went up to scratch the back of his neck, sipping his drink to have a way to cover his nervous lips whilst Harry stared him down. Y/n was honestly a bit amused at the situation at hand, wishing she had some popcorn to go with her fifth vodka soda to enjoy the little testosterone standoff happening. She’s seen Harry get like this a couple times, so she shamelessly added fuel to the fire.

“Yea, and askin’ me if I like older men then following that up with askin’ the oldest man I’ve slept with. It’s been a very professional conversation H, no need to worry.” She knew exactly what she was doing, and she got the reaction she wanted when Mark nervously fiddled with his tie and Harry’s jaw clenched, the action still noticeable in the dim lighting. Y/n was tempted to laugh at the surge of tension she had just created, opting instead to sip her drink as she waited for what was to come next.

Harry straightened himself up, turning to look at the man with a raised eyebrow. “Oh really? That hardly seems appropriate for a work event.” Harry was trying his best not to show the possessive feelings he was having, rather opting for a reprimanding boss act to fit the occasion. “erm…uh was just some casual banter Mister Styles. Might have had one too many, wasn’t using my best judgement…I apologize Y/n” he was rushing his words, obviously anxious to escape the confrontation which Y/n found even funnier. Harry gave the man a curt dismissal with a request to see him in his office on Monday, and in true Y/n fashion she decided to add a second dose of fuel to the fire- calling out to the fleeing man- “The oldest was 54 by the way!” this of course made Mark scurry away faster and Harry lower his gaze to the woman before him with a irritated yet quizzical look.

“54?” his tongue darted out to lick over his lips, a sting of gin hitting the tip of his tongue from the drop lingering on his bottom lip. Y/n shrugged, crunching a rouge ice cube between her back molars while she nodded. “Vegas, tequila, he had major sugar daddy vibes and 19-year-old me was into it.” Y/n was always rather shameless when it came to sex, she’s been sexually active for the majority of her life so the shyness of talking about it left her long ago. Harry snorted slightly, shaking his head with an amused grin at the girl. “Naughty! you’re somethin’ else Y/n. I’m gonna tell your dad.”

“I don’t think his heart could take it, he did an awful lot of blow back in the day so I’d appreciate it if yeh didn’t do that sir.” She rolled her eyes, taking a subtle jab at her less than respectable antics of her filthy rich father. “Seems like you were doing an awful lot of a different version of blow to me.” the man smirked at his own joke getting a light slap on his bicep in return. “Shut up, I haven’t forgotten when you got gonorrhea when you were 18. You’re just as bad as me.” Y/n poked his ribs making Harry groan at the memory, “I got that treated you asshole. I’ve learned to wrap it before I tap it since then and be selective with what I put my dick in now. For the record, all my std tests have come back clean since so fuck you.”  

Y/n gave him an innocent smile back, resting her cheek on her fist. “Is that an offer?”

The response wasn’t one Harry was expecting. Not by a long shot, he hasn’t been inside her in a little over a year so her response to his jab took him by surprise. His eyes immediately met hers, finding a curious glance coming from her orbs. Setting down his glass the man turned towards her, facing her completely before responding.

“If you want it to be.”

Y/n smiled at him, standing up from her stool to get closer to the man pulling him down by his collar to talk in his ear. “Your place or mine?”

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  After a painful ten-minute taxi ride, they’d made it to Harrys home. They were well aware of looming neighbors and press so they kept it professional till they were inside the four walls of the mansion- rushing up to his bedroom like two teenagers scared of getting caught. Anxious rushing of feet up the stairs hands struggling to stay to themselves on the way to the king-sized bed waiting for them.

After what seemed like forever, the pair burst into Harry’s bedroom the door hitting the wall with a loud bang as the man lurched forward to smash his lips against hers. It was frantic, sloppy and rough- it was fucking hot.

“you drive me up the fuckin’ wall you know that?” His voice was gruff, heavy with lust and jealous rage. Shoving the woman onto his bed with little care, he knew she liked it rough. A fact confirmed to him after he’d seen the rather violent bdsm porn she had saved to her computer and the various sex toys-including restraints, collars and clamps in a box in her closet 2 years ago when she moved into her current home and forced him to help her put everything away.

Y/n let out a small gasp when her body flew onto the mattress, kicking her heels off after she had settled with a smirk painted on her pretty lips. “Do i?” her tone way teasing, hands moving to unzip her dress while the man moved to stand before her yanking the fabric down her body to leave her in only a silk bra and matching thong, his eyes shamelessly taking in the sight of her body- intimate parts only covered with think sections of emerald green silk fabric.

“Ya know I didn’t appreciate you tellin’ that bloke about other men fuckin’ you, was rather impolite y/n.” Harry gave her a stone cold glare whilst tugging his belt out of the loops of his dress pants, tossing it carelessly behind him as the woman dove forward to work the button and zipper of his trousers undone. “Why? You jealous? Are you jealous because I let other men and women fuck me? Are you mad that you never get to taste me, fuck me and cum with me like they do?”

Y/n’s comments were soon cut off by a ring clad hand wrapped itself around her neck with enough pressure to stall her speech. “You never know when to shut the fuck up huh? We both know full well, no one can fuck yeh the way I do. Now, are you gonna quit your blabbering so I can fuck yeh or do I have to shove this skimpy excuse for underwear down that gabby throat? Hmm? Because I like to hear your dirty moans but I’m not a fan of this snarky mouth baby. Are you going to behave or shall I go have a wank instead?”

The pitiful whine accompanied by a pout coming from the woman made Harry’s cock twitch, she was so desperate for it and he had her right where he wanted her. He soon felt her hands pawing at his crotch, tugging the material of his tight dress pants down his legs before returning to pull his cock from the flap in the front of his boxers. It had been entirely too long since he’d held her small soft hands on his prick, watching with baited breath as her right hand moved to rid herself of the sorry excuse for undergarments she had on.

“Want it in, H please”

He obviously couldn’t say no to that, not when she was giving him those eyes and leaning back to show the web of wetness dripping from her slit onto the sheets below her snapping when she swiped her finger through it to rub on his already leaking tip. She had his head swimming, chest heaving and balls pulsing with every move she made.

The man tossed her body further up the bed, getting between her legs giving her no warning as he sunk completely in. The pressure and harshness of the thrust took her breath away, an overwhelming fullness almost uncomfortable as he gave her no time to adjust before driving into her beautiful body. The sound of her wetness clicking when coming in contact with his hips and filthy groans of pleasure filled the space, the slapping of skin harsh in their ears with every nailing of his pelvis into hers.

“This what yeh needed? No one else fucks yeh so good you can’t breathe do they? Got your face goin’ almost purple, feel my cock in your chest don’t you baby?”

His words were filthy, yet held truth. He pulled halfway out to give her a chance to take a few breaths, the dark redness of her oxygen starved face starting to fade to a flustered pink before he continued his rough ramming. Her nails pierced the skin of his tattooed arms, screams of pleasure rawing her throat when she felt her orgasm about to reach it’s peak.

“Holy fuck!”

Her exclamation was loud, filthy and drenched in sultry bliss as the knot in her stomach unraveled. She tried desperately to climb away from his hammering hips, the stimulation making her entire body feel like it was screaming yet his hands kept her pinned to the bed fucking her relentlessly through her orgasm.

“Fuckin’ hell! Cummin’ hard huh? No one else can make you cum like this, say it. Tell me baby, admit it”

His teeth were clenched painfully tight as he spoke, Y/n struggling to get her words out with the surge of feeling rushing through her nerves managing to ramble out the words almost incoherently.

“That’s fuckin’ right doll, only I can do this to yeh.”

Even with his body on fire, he held his cocky persona pounding into her a few more times until he jerked his hips out just in time to spill his seed onto her heaving stomach. Watching the ribbons of thick white cum paint her flushed sweaty skin, her body trembling from her orgasm violently while being painted with her ‘enemies’ hot cum.

The bed shook when Harry dropped down beside her, breathless and worn out. a proud smirk painted on his sweaty red face when he turned to the woman who was looking at him already struggling to remember how to breathe. Placing a smacking kiss to her swollen lips, a strong arm tugging her into his sticky side.

For the first time in a long time, they felt content in each other’s grasp. Making them both silently wonder if these feelings weren’t just lust, but something else entirely.

[heyitssmiller]

Clandestine - Chapter Two

Alright people, say it with me: Trust Issues. Also Finn goes from zero to one hundred real fast.

This is definitely a filler chapter; we’ll get to more spy stuff next chapter.

@lumosinlove

Chapter One

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Finn made sure to get to the office early enough to have time for a trip down to the Archives, his second cup of coffee in hand as he took the elevator up to the fifth floor of the building. He needed intel. Not on the Snakes – they were getting briefed on them later today. No, he was looking for files on his new partners.

Granted, he could learn a lot from observing them on his own time, but that could only give him so much. In order to get the full picture, he needed their hometowns, history, information about their families, jobs they’d done in the past, you name it. Because, for one of the only times in his life, he was stumped. His entire job was based on how well he could read people; this was frustratingly unusual.

Unusually frustrating? Finn questioned as elevator opened with a ding.

It was both frustrating and unusual. There.

Figuring Logan out was harder than he’d thought it would be. Finn was having a really hard time connecting the Logan he knew from two months ago to the one he was trying to get to know now. He was so different compared to the version of Logan he’d met at the New Year’s party… but alcohol tended to have that effect on people. The guy who cuddled with him on that ratty old couch while nursing a rum and coke now kept his distance. The easy smile and contagious laugh Finn remembered hadn’t been seen or heard since. He was so guarded. About everything, it seemed like. That made him hard to get to know, hard to predict. 

And then there was Leo. Leo made absolutely no sense, in Finn’s opinion. With constant movement but controlled, practiced actions, he was a paradoxical combination of restless and serene. His nerves pointed towards inexperience, but his eyes told a different story – one with complete confidence of his capabilities. He was an enigma. And Finn couldn’t seem to get a read on him.

That was important to Finn. He needed to be able to read and understand his partners. He needed to be able to know their thoughts, predict their every move, trust them. They wouldn’t work together otherwise.

So he woke up at a god-forsaken hour – it was still dark outside – and here he was, outside the Archives.

Staring at the back, broad shoulders, and brown hair of one of his new partners.

Fuck.

He put on a smile. “If I’d known I was meeting you here, I would’ve brought coffee for you.”

Logan didn’t tense, exactly, but his shoulders stiffened slightly. He turned and smiled back. It still wasn’t the smile Finn remembered from that night, wasn’t the one he wanted to see again so badly. “Hey. I see you had the same idea as me.”

“And what’s that?”

He shrugged, indifferent. “Getting intel on your new partners.”

“Nah,” Finn lied as they walked side-by-side to the front desk, “I’m here to brush up on the previous missions against the Snakes’ before our briefing this afternoon. But it’s nice that you want to do your research on us.” He winked. Logan’s lips twitched in an attempt to withhold a smile.

“Can I help you boys?”

Finn turned his bright smile to Lily Potter, who was manning the Archives desk. “Hello, my fellow redhead! We would like the files on past Snakes’ missions, and then the files on Knut, Tremblay, and yours truly, please.”

She arched an eyebrow. “How much time do you have on your hands?”

“Don’t have anything on my schedule until this afternoon. Why?”

“The missions will take you at least two days to get through. It’s probably eight, ten years of files.”

Finn whistled lowly. “Holy shit.”

He hadn’t really thought this through. In his defense, though, it was a spur of the moment idea.

“Well, just the other files, then. Someone over here wants to do research on his new partners.”

Lily sent Logan a curious glance, but left to grab the files. Finn turned to Logan with a flirtatious smile, resting his arm on the desk. “So, what all do you want to know? I’m an open book.”

“I seriously doubt that.”  Logan snorted, nose crinkling in the process.

Finn’s smile turned more genuine. God, he was cute. “Ok, then ask away. Here, I’ll help you out. I’m a Gemini, I graduated from Harvard, I’m a sucker for green eyes, I enjoy long, romantic walks on the beach as long as there’s no seaweed-”

“Why would you think any of that is relevant?”

“I give you all this information and that’s the first question you ask? I’m offended.” Lily chose that moment to return with three files, two significantly thicker than the other one. Finn thanked her and grabbed Logan’s file for himself before passing the other two to Logan.

“Have fun researching!” Finn said as he turned to head for the elevator again. He paused before looking back at Logan and adding with a wink, “Oh, and pass along Nut’s file to me when you’re done reading it.”

***

Remus stepped foot into the briefing room to find Sirius already there, messing with a laptop. Where he got said laptop was unknown. And a little worrying, seeing that he’d shown up in Gryffindor with a bag of clothes, some cash, and nothing else.

He glanced up at Remus and looked him over with a smile. “Good afternoon. Long time, no see.”

“What are you up to?” Remus asked as he set his bag down, clutching his cup of tea in his other hand and looking back at Sirius. There were bags under his eyes, reminding Remus of the fact that he was still sleeping on his couch. Sleeping was a loose term, though. He had also been awake when Remus had gone to bed and when he got up in the morning. Did the man ever sleep?

“Oh, nothing much.” Sirius said, hitting a few keys on the laptop in rapid succession. “Getting ready to brief the cubs.”

“The cubs?”

“Your logo is a lion. And they’re the youngest ones here, right? Hence the cubs.”

“Cute.” Remus sat down in one of the chairs with a sigh and took a sip of his tea. “So what are you briefing them on today?”

“Members of the Snakes. I have a powerpoint with pictures and everything.”

“Oh god.”

Sirius rolled his eyes at Remus. “Oh, come on. It’ll be fun. Better than me droning on and expecting them to stay focused.”

“They’re spies. Sometimes, that’s part of the job.”

“Sure. But it doesn’t have to be.”

Remus smiled a little at that. “How thoughtful of you.”

“I try.”

He hummed, cupping his mug with both hands. “You know, if you were really thoughtful you’d stop leaving your dishes in the sink.”

That startled a laugh out of Sirius. “Now, why would I do that when it’s so fun to get on your nerves?”

“You don’t get on my nerves.”

Sirius arched an eyebrow. “No?”

“No.” He took another sip of tea to hide his smile. “I’m a very patient man.”

Sirius was still laughing by the time Knut, O’Hara, and Tremblay entered the room. They all sat side by side, not really talking much and still a little unsure of each other. That needed to change soon. You couldn’t afford to be doubting your partners while on missions like the ones they’d be getting into.

“Alright, cubs! Let’s get started, shall we?” Sirius asked, connecting the laptop to the room’s projector. “Today we’re going over the members of the Snakes and what all you need to know about them.”

An animated picture of a snake in a party hat showed up on the projector. Remus sighed.

“Ok, so we’ll start at the top.” He switched to the next slide. “This is Riddle. Fuck Riddle. He’s in charge of every little detail of the Snakes, and very paranoid about handing over tasks to other members. He’s got a lot of messed up ideas about ethics and – well, pretty much everything.”

“What’s wrong with his eyes?” Logan asked, still staring uncomfortably at the yellow eyes on the screen.

Sirius shrugged. “I think it’s a genetics thing. Something about liver issues. I never really paid attention. On to the next member!”

A picture of a greasy-haired man with a sour expression on his face glared back at them.

“Snape.” Remus said with disdain. At Sirius’ look, he just shrugged. “Pots has gone up against him a few times. He hates the guy and makes sure everyone knows it. He works in the drug side of their operation.”

“Exactly.” Sirius smiled, which proved to be more distracting than Remus thought it would be. There had been teasing smiles, flirty smiles, sarcastic smiles, but this one was new. This was one of the first genuine smiles he’d seen from the ex-Snake. “I think I like Potter a little more now.”

“I think you two could actually be really good friends, and that terrifies me.”

“Ok, next is Bellatrix. Please, please avoid her as much as possible. She’s certifiably insane.”

Finn frowned. “She’s got one of the flash drives, right?”

“Unfortunately, yes. So it’s going to be up to you to distract her and Leo to grab the drive, probably.”

Both boys paled a little, then looked to each other, seeming to have a silent conversation all their own.

Sirius moved on to the next slide, where a man with cold eyes and a feral smile looked back at them. “This is Fenrir Greyback. Don’t fuck around with this one, he’s ruthless.”

Finn and Logan’s eyes snapped over to Loops, who looked pale and slightly nauseous. His hand was on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, massaging the muscle absentmindedly. Not for the first time, Finn wondered what exactly happened on that mission. All he knew was that Loops was supposed to take Greyback down and he came back with a mutilated shoulder and new cuts on his face that were sure to scar. He hadn’t been back in the field since.

Leo’s gaze moved from one person in the room to the next, slowly piecing together the story. He didn’t know all the details yet, but he knew they couldn’t be good.

Sirius, who was still talking, finally seemed to connect the dots. His eyes got wide and his sentence trailed off to remain incomplete. He stared at Loops in horror. “Fuck.”

“I think that’s enough for today.” Leo said quietly but firmly, getting out of his seat while giving Remus a meaningful look. His partners followed suit. “We can pick this up again tomorrow.”

The three of them left in a hurry, leaving Sirius and Remus alone. Remus started grabbing his meticulously organized notes and shoved them in his bag. He could feel Sirius’ gaze on him, but he refused to look up.

“Listen, Remus, I had no idea –”

“Of course you didn’t.” Remus cut in calmly. “How could you have known? Hell, you probably congratulated him after that mission –”

“That’s not true –”

“But you were there. You knew what he did to people and yet you just stood by.”

“Why do you think I left?” Sirius demanded, his voice raising. Remus finally met his gaze. “You weren’t the only one who got screwed over by the Snakes. I grew up watching that shit, just assuming it was normal because that’s the way it’s always been there. And then I realized my parents were monsters and started thinking for myself and realized how fucked up that organization is. Do you really think I’d be here if I condoned that sort of shit?”

“Honestly? I wasn’t sure you cared. The only motivation for wanting to take the Snakes down that you’ve deigned to share with us is that you want your brother safe. You’ve never said anything about how you feel about the organization itself.”

“What are you smoking?” Sirius asked with an incredulous laugh. “I want my brother safe because he’s in that hellhole. What other reason –”

“Then tell us that!” Remus shouted, finally getting Sirius to stop talking. “You keep everything so close to your chest, you don’t seem to want to interact with any of us, and you don’t tell us anything but the bare minimum. How are we supposed to get anything done if we can’t trust you?”

“That’s a bit hypocritical, don’t you think? I swear, you’re one of the most guarded people I’ve ever met!”

“Well, you don’t really need to get to know me, do you?” Remus fired back. Sirius froze. “You’re here to take the Snakes down. That’s it. When all this is done, it’s not like you’re going to stay. You don’t have to trust me as a friend, but trust me as an agent.”

“That’s it, huh?” Sirius asked, voice dangerously blank.

“That’s it.”

“Fine.” He said gruffly, slamming the laptop closed and grabbing his jacket from the back of a nearby chair. “I’m headed out. Don’t wait up.”

Remus sighed, staring down at his mug and swirling the now-cold contents. Even though they’d gotten along surprisingly well the past couple of days, they weren’t friends. And they didn’t need to be friends. This was business. They were working together to get a job done. That was all. 

Remus knew that the two of them getting along so well was like an already-lit fuse - it was bound to blow up in their faces sooner rather than later. 

***

Finn walked into the safe room, whistling lowly as he looked around. He’d never been in here before – he hadn’t had a reason to. There were safes of all different types and sizes littered around the room. On tables, on the floor, embedded in the walls. He wondered how many safes there were total, and how long it had taken to collect them all.

Leo was seated criss-cross-applesauce in front of one, pressing a stethoscope against the door of a safe and rotating the dial slowly. Finn smiled a little at the sight. This made more sense, seeing it in action. The constant fidgeting was replaced with stillness, the only movement being those of deft fingers against the dial. All that motion and pent-up energy were now focused solely on the safe. 

He walked up to Leo, completely unnoticed, and tapped on his shoulder. Leo jumped a foot into the air, yanking the stethoscope out of his ears and whirling around to look at Finn. “Fuck, you scared me.”

“Sorry, Nut.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Coming to see you, obviously.” Finn said with a wink. “Tremblay and I were wondering if you wanted to get dinner with us. You know,” Finn made a weird motion with his hand and then cringed, moving his hand behind his back and grabbing it with his other hand to keep from performing any more weird, random movements. “Get to know the team and all that.”

Leo’s smile lit up the room. “I’d love to! Y’all headed out right now?”

Y’all.

Wow, his genteel southern-boy routine could really take him places in this profession. With that combined with his looks, no one would ever think he could possibly be guilty of anything.

“Probably. It’s almost seven.”

Leo blinked, confused. “Is it?” At Finn’s nod, he uncrossed his legs and stretched, his back popping in the process. “Guess we should get going then, huh?”

“Yeah.” Finn held out a hand and helped the blond to his feet. He really was just a giant. How did he find clothes that fit him? Finn glanced down at Leo’s shirtsleeves and - sure enough - they were an inch or two above his wrists. He realized he was sort of staring at this guy’s wrists, of all things, and his eyes shot back up to meet kind, albeit confused, blue eyes. “We were thinking Sid’s for dinner? You been there before?” When Leo shook his head, he groaned. “You’re missing out, Nut. We’re fixing that right now. Come on.”

He led Leo back down the hall to the bullpen, where Logan was still pouring over files. How he ever expected to get through the huge pile of files on his desk, Finn had no idea. “Look alive, Tremblay. We’re getting pizza.”

Logan instantly looked up with a hopeful smile. “Sid’s?”

“Where else?” Finn laughed as Logan shot out of his seat and grabbed his coat. He’d never seen the other agent move so fast. “Hungry?”

Logan turned to look at him, his arm getting stuck in the sleeve of his coat. He grumbled under his breath in a language that definitely wasn’t English and shoved his arm into his sleeve. “I’m going to eat an entire pizza and you can’t stop me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

They stepped out of the building together, taking a right and heading down the street. It wasn’t actually that cold outside, for a Gryffindor winter – only thirty-five degrees or so. But Nut still shoved his hands into his pockets and nuzzled his nose into his coat. Finn couldn’t hold back the smile at the sight, noticing red-tipped ears and a slight shiver.

“Cold, Nut?” Logan asked, also noticing the blond’s hunched shoulders.

He looked at his new partners, then buried his nose again. “Don’t judge me. New Orleans winters aren’t nearly this bad.”

“New Orleans, huh?” Logan questioned, although Finn knew he was already aware of Leo’s hometown. It was in his file, after all. “I’ve always wanted to visit.”

“Ooh, yes!” Finn agreed, leading them around a corner. “The home of Mardis Gras.”

Leo shrugged. “If we’re being technical Mobile, Alabama had the first Mardis Gras celebration in the States. We just do it better. There’s a ton of people, though. If you really want to see the city, come at a better time in the year.” He sent the other two boys a smile. “Maybe summer, so you can experience real southern heat. And humidity.”

“No thanks.” They said in unison, making Leo laugh. The conversation trailed off as they waited for the sign at a crosswalk.

“Where are the two of you from?” Leo finally asked as the red hand morphed into a walking man and the ticking from the crosswalk speakers changed tempo. They stepped into the street with Logan staring down cars that could potentially start moving again and hit them.

Finn thought that was cute.

Maybe Finn was looking at his personality the wrong way. Guarded wasn’t the right adjective for him - protective fit much better.

“New York City.” He rushed to answer Leo’s question as they reached the other side of the street, pointing out the Sid’s sign for Leo.

“Canada.” Logan said a bit gruffly, but you could hear the fondness in his voice.

Leo arched an eyebrow. “Now I understand why you’re so accustomed to the cold.”

Finn held open the door to Sid’s, motioning for the other two to go on ahead. “You’ll get used to it, too, Nut. Logan, can you believe he’s never had Sid’s before?”

Logan went off on a tangent about the perfection that is Sid’s margherita pizza as they were led to their table by a young waiter, who eyed them curiously. They sat down and Finn noticed Logan choosing a seat facing the rest of the restaurant, back to the wall. He looked around at the others in the building, only relaxing when he deemed the coast to be clear.

They quickly looked over the menu, Finn and Logan giving recommendations about their favorite dishes (practically all of them) and began telling lighthearted stories about where they were from and how they grew up while waiting for their food. Leo’s leg was constantly bouncing under the table, but he looked happy and relaxed, which Finn took as a good sign. Finn finally, finally got one of those rare New Year’s party smiles again, as well as a new sunny, dimpled smile from Leo - both of which he really wanted to keep seeing.

He didn’t understand why he was making such a big deal of causing his partners to smile.

Ok, he might’ve had a slight idea. But he didn’t want to think about it too hard. Not yet, at least.

It was only when their pizzas arrived that Logan brought out the big guns.

“So what made you decide to do this for a living?” He asked, sticking his tongue out to catch a stray string of cheese from his pizza slice. Finn tried not to follow the motion too closely, for his own sanity. “For me, it was Dumo. He was our next-door neighbor growing up, after we moved from Canada. I remember he was always away on business trips, but he would  come back looking exhausted and a little beat up. I’d go visit Celeste while he was away – she was always so worried, so I knew something was up. I can’t remember exactly how I found out, but I think I was thirteen or so when I figured out what his job was.” Logan shrugged. “Nothing else really interested me after that.”

“You guys are close, then?” Leo asked, maintaining eye contact with Logan and grabbing the container of red pepper flakes, liberally adding it to his pizza. Finn watched on in horror. Had he previously burned all his taste buds off or something?

Logan smiled. “Yeah. He’s like a dad to me. The whole family’s great. I babysit their kids all the time.”

That was a mental image Finn would be thinking about for the foreseeable future. God, he was screwed, wasn’t he?

He hurried to talk and take his mind off of it. “I got recruited right out of college. I’ve got a good memory and a knack for predicting people and how they’ll react to things. I jumped at the opportunity.” 

He smiled fondly at the memories his mind brought up. “My brother and I grew up on James Bond movies. How cool would it be to do that for my career? So I joined. The obvious next step was becoming a conman, I guess. It’s where I fit best.”

They looked to Leo, who seemed mildly embarrassed. “My Mama caught me pickpocketing on Bourbon Street.”

Logan and Finn took a moment to process that, and then cracked up. Leo waited for them to calm back down, smiling sheepishly before he continued, “She said if I was going to do stuff like that, I should at least be doing some good in the world. So she googled and found Gryffindor and asked some recruiters to meet with me. I came home from school one day to Blizzard and Talker sitting on my couch, eating my mom’s jambalaya.” Logan and Finn laughed again while Leo dragged his crust through some marinara sauce. “Next thing I knew, I was driving a moving truck across the country.”

“Do you miss home?” Logan asked, finally shoving his plate away.

Leo shrugged, looking back and forth between the other two knowingly. “Doesn’t everyone miss home, in one way or another?”

Finn wasn’t even sure what home was to him anymore. Maybe he’d figure it out one of these days. He glanced over at his new partners. Logan also looked pensive, apparently grappling with Leo’s words as well. 

Leo seemed completely unfazed, his leg bouncing again. “Does anyone want dessert?”

[sokayisaidiot]

Dream SMP assumption #2

Today’s topic: What does Character Tommy have?

Please DO NOT read if you’re uncomfortable with the themes of death, depression and suicide. It’s a very complicated theme. I did NOT study it and do NOT know some aspects of it. I just go off the things I saw in the smp and made my own theories about it. If you’re even slightly triggered by this, please stop and do NOT try to read it. Please do NOT put yourself in some kind of uncomfortable zone. Please do not. Thank you

(This is all assumptioning from the fictional world of dream smp)

(Heavy spoilers on the resent events)

(Mainly around the lmanburg way, sadly need to learn more about badlands ): )

(This Series is created by another person, that’s just too fuckin lazy to move her butt)

Trigger warning today:

Suicide thoughts

PTSD

Depression

Child Neglect

Betrayal and Trust Issues

Death

Character Tommy’s Mental state in the last time? Terrible. But why does he goes so fast to the way of suicide? Well, maybe all the repressed Feelings, he had since a long time. For that I researched the signs for some of the points Depression

The main symptoms are: 

depressed mood, sadness, depression = the start of the streams being completely sad, his quick Mood changes

Disinterest and joylessness = The disinterest coming with getting hurt and not really doing anything against it, with each visit he's getting, his joy gets smaller

Loss of drive and easy fatigue = Relying more on Plans he made

Side symptoms can include the following symptoms: 

Loss of appetite = saying he has no appetite, when he clearly does

sleep disorders = Having Nightmares, sleep walking or completely not being able to sleep

Difficulty concentrating making decisions = Almost burning his compass, destroying part of the nether Bridge, less concentrating while mining

low self esteem = thinking to himself how he deserves the pain sometimes

You see my points of his Depression, he makes up ALL of those Points. His Depression came as easily at the start of his second exile.

PTSD

There are 4 Categories to diagnose PTSD

Exposed to actual or threatened Death, serious Injury

Psychological Stress (Flashback/Dreams)

Changes in Psychological Stability

Changes in Physical Ability

1. Exposure to actual or threatened Death.

There are three ways of getting the first one. 

Directly experience a traumatic event

Witnessing in person a traumatic event

Learning of an traumatic event from a close friend/family member

The first one itself is the fighting and betrayal. The fighting for Lmanburg and the Duel with Dream on the Prime Path that took presumably his first two lives. The Betrayal of his close friends and ending in killing him. Mostly Eret in the start, with Dream switching sides again in the middle of the fight fo Lmanburg and Wilbur and Technoblade going against him. Wanting him to die.

Not only did Tommy witness one Death, the Death of his older Brother, Mentor Wilbur. No he also witnessed the Death of his big Role Model Jschlatt. Of course he wasn't big in the end. But he WAS a Big Figure in Tommy's Life. He saw both of them accuse and killing them completely. But the time he witnessed People getting killed and losing one of their hearts. He saw the death of his best friend Tubbo (his own execution). Also did Tommy witness Wilbur going insane and haunting him. Telling him he will never achieve him and betraying him in the end. And the teenager was there, when the nation blew up, he had to run to safety, for not being blown up.

Then he learns of his pets death, his close pets he loves. The third Criteria kinda.

2. Psychological Stress (Flashback/Dreams).

At least on of the 4 Categories have to be hit.

Unwanted Memories

Having Dreams Related to the Trauma

Psychological Distress when exposed to cues that remind you of the evebt

Psychological Reactions to those same cues

He stated as he talked to Ghostbur, that he can clearly remember when Tubbo got president and blew up the nation they FOUGHT for. Also was it shown, how he can remember every Bad thing clearly. And when Wilbur told Tommy how he never could be President, Tommy took it really bad. Wilbur meant how they would never listen to Tommy and just hold him for a joke. So he ultimately gave up his President role. Not only for his discs presumably.

Its canon that Tommy has nightmares of Wilbur going insane. He was alone with Wilbur. Exiled. Wilbur wanted to drag Tommy with him in insanity and Tommy did everything to not let that happen (and you guys have to think. Wilbur is canonically Tommys older Brother so he did already had an impact on Tommys life). He can't sleep or just sleep walks himself into the ocean. Every time going deeper and deeper. In the direction of L’manburg, also his ultimate Death.

To the last two points: Tommy, when he gave Lani, (Tubbos sister), a walk through Dream Smp, he said that the Pit in Pogtopia made him feel very uncomfortable, since the memories of getting beaten up by Technoblade, just after he killed Tubbo, were not old. Also, they forbid Rockets and TNT, since they were big part of killing or just destroying things he loved.

3. Changes in Psychological Stability.

There are 7 Points you have to fulfill, 2 of them are required and Tommy HAS 6 POINTS OF THEM

Briefly explained:

He blames mostly himself and others how things go wrong in the last time. Mostly Technoblade for placing the withers, triggering some big amounts of TNT. His friends for not visiting. Himself for not being perfect. 

Thinking to himself how he couldn't be happy only with massive influence of others or talking to himself how he would do something that might make him happy.

He feels himself detached from everybody. Thinking how everybody could easily life on without him. So he detaches himself from talking TO PEOPLE. Stopping showing up anymore. Only after a while, he trusted himself, but with the time he does it slower.

His favorite hobbies not really being done anymore. As for saying he doesn't start to care for Primes anymore.

Telling himself how everybody is doing things out of pity for him. His lack in trust others in fear of being betrayed. That everybody is out against him.

His fear of being completely abandoned by the People he has left. His Anger for not coming to visit and just giving his gift or leaving him alone. Shame on being exiled by his best friend and the second time.

4. Changes in Physical Ability

The three points are (which upwards are already explained):

Problems with concentration = him not really able to think straight while mining

Problems with Sleep = Nightmares, sleep walking, not being really able to rest completely

Easy to Startle = startled with People surprisingly coming to his island without saying things. He gets more surprised and jumpy

(This is all seen by “The Film Theorists”, “Film Theory: The Spiderman 2 Mystery! Why Spiderman Lost his Powers!”)

He has many, way too many criteria for being so young. And he won't get any help. A way of getting better is having time to yourself. But Tommy is alone in Exile? Why is it just getting worse? Well, Tommy has time to himself. But he constantly gets watched over. He gets only worse through the manipulation of Dream.

Betrayal and Trust Issues

People are getting angry at Tommy for not trusting others. But what would have you done in his position. I mean nobody could have known about the Betrayal of Eret. So when that happened we were all in shock. When Dream switched sides to fight for Marburg, we were all shocked. When Wilbur was the Traitor and blew up L’manburg, we were also shocked. When Techno kind of told Tommy he should die and Placed Withers, we were shocked. When Tubbo exiled Tommy, nobody had expected that and everybody was shocked. 

Now look at it from Tommys eyes.

Eret = A good friend, nice companion, trusted part of the rebellion. Betrayed them for seeing a better deal, leaving them to rot, while he had his castle.

Dream = Kind of older Brother, funny to be around and spends also time with him. Gives your already insane Brother Dynamite to explode the country you fought Tooth and Nail for and tosses you around like a doll.

Wilbur = Older Brother, Mentor, President, cool, awesome to be around, talented, someone who also spends time with you. kind of protects you from trouble. Goes insane, wants to drag you with him, explodes the country, betrays you for not having a thing he wants. Makes you doubt yourself

Technoblade = Also really talented. Big Brother. Teaches things like fighting. One of the best PVPers. Leaves you to rot and fight with the last bit, makes fun of you and not helping you, even if you are scared of small spaces. 

Tubbo = The Person you did everything with, trusted with everything. You are like Brothers and no matter how many people against you, you are with each other. You make one thing for yourself and apparently you are selfish. You are alone now and he didn't come ones to visit once.

Everybody else = They find you annoying and only come to visit to make fun, look at him like he's a Zoo animal. but when something happens, then he is a hero apparently. And those pity gifts. Gifts saying he is on the lowest of the low, in need of “help”. 

Help is right for you, but more like spending time with you when you're alone, and not being able to visit others. They act like they can visit him any time, because, hey look! He can't go anywhere anyways, so...

A Way of getting better is 

Repairing the broken or damaged relationships = Talking and doing something with Tubbo, his best friend. Talking and making up with his brothers Techno and Wilbur. Spending time with his father. Just relaxing and letting him talk about his trauma. 

Doing something he really wanted to do for some time = Finally getting his discs back, which were stolen and in constant danger, since its one of his most prized things

Letting him be his age = He is pretty young, but went to be a right hand man, made sacrifices, losing his lives for the country, his friends and other things. Letting him act his age, doing stupid things and not giving him consequences that would be given only people who are the worst kind. Letting him build his stuff with good arguments and letting him hang out. Not being Vice President maybe.

Putting himself over everything for once = Thats really a good discussable theme, but for my points, which I made with letting him be his age, it kind of stated it already. He wanted his discs after everything. The wars were won, L’manburg had its Freedom and its People safe. So he should have been allowed to do one thing for himself again. Burning Georges House is no excuse, but dude, thats easily reparable. The Trauma, Depression and PTSD that was given to this child not. 

It also can fit in with Tubbo- Just sayin (Just some points have to be changed)

GIVE THOSE KIDS A BREAK

I got some of those things from other Posts!

[cyberfairyblog]

Miss-Adventures in Odyssey: Love is on the ground Pt.1

Summary: Tired of waiting for Vanessa and Jason to confess their feelings, Connie and a couple of friend set up a surprise date. What should be a dreamy affair turns into a nightmare when an old face from Jason's spy days shows up for revenge!

Note: I wrote everything as if it is a script of a real episode. Warning for future violence and child endangerment this is after all Adventures in Odyssey. Darla, Briana, Gia, Regina and Vanessa belong to me.

Setting: Triple J's Antiques: through a len's view outside the closed store we see a tall dark haired man JASON WHITTAKER cleaning up. He does not notice the pair of binoculars from a dark vehicle. The driver continues to observe JASON as he cuts the lights off and walks outside to lock the door.

The figure: You thought you could escape, well this game of hide and seek is not over just yet my friend~(chuckles devilishly before driving off)

JASON (notices the car driving real fast): Huh? They're in such a hurry (shakes his head in bemusement before walking home whistling a happy little tune)

The figure (on the phone): Boss you would not believe who I just saw!

We cut to a dark office of sorts filled with stolen artifacts and a book with a scarlet scorpion stamped on the cover.

The Boss: Ah. So he thought he was safe. Looks like our game of hide and seek has got a lot more interesting. You keep watch and don't let him out if your sights.

The Driver: Got it

The convo ends. THE BOSS puts out his cuban cigar and leans back in his chair.

The Boss: You have no idea how lucky you are Agent 1131 to face me one last time

He lets out a low cynical laugh,rears his hand back and hurls a knife at a picture of JASON glued to the other wall. The blade hitting right at the nose.

- INTRO STARTS - ADVENTURES IN ODYSSEY 2000's THEME PLAYS -

After the intro we go to beautiful ivory estate known as Whit's End, and into its ice cream parlor. A Black woman wearing blue shirt and jeans, VANESSA MARBLES, is sitting on the counter while JASON is doing the dishes

Vanessa: And then we went to the butterfly room and there were these gorgeous, almost like out of a fairytale, just the most beautiful butterflies you ever seen! Poor TJ cried when one landed on his nose.

Jason: I bet that one makes a nice photo for the album

Vanessa: Oh of course (takes out her phone and shows him gallery of that day)

Vanessa: I might run by the studio later on and print them out.

Jason: You know when I went to the Amazon some years back I saw a whole colony of rare butterflies, animals, and ants, and snakes. And wasps (shudders)

Vanessa: I wish I could to the The Amazon. If I had the money of course.

Jason: Oh the Amazon are amazing once you get past the humidity and mosquitos. Just absolutely gorgeous!

As they continue to converse we see CONNIE KENDALL, GIA TSOUKALOS AND REGINA BLACKGAARD sitting at a nearby table watching them with interest.

Connie: Guys I don't know if it's just me or have they gotten a little close to each other lately?

Gia: What do you mean?

Connie: They hang out almost every day and Vanessa's a lot more open with him. And the googly eyes, the held gaze, the sigh they both let out everytime they walk away from each other? (gasps) I think they're in love!

Regina: Come on Red many people do that over a simple crush. They can't be that into each other.

Connie: I've been in enough of these situations to know when a person truly fall in love. Just ask Eugene!

The women continue to sneak glances at VANESSA AND JASON, witnessing Vanessa rest her head on her face in a lovestruck expression while Jason had his back turned

Connie: I know that look! She needs our help!

Regina: Our?

Connie (nods): Yep! This looks like a job for Cupid!

Gia: Valentine's not for a month and already you playing matchmaker (shakes her head with a tsk) this is going to be chaos (takes a sip) i love chaos!

Regina: We should let them figure it out on their own. It worked for me and Summer.

Connie: At the rate they're going right now they'll never figure it out!

Later that day, we see several children sitting in the parlor after school. Two BLACK girls - DARLA SINGLETON and her best friend BRIANA WINFREY - were with Vanessa at the Estate's studio for art class.

Vanessa: And that's how I draw faces! See!

Darla: Wow that's so cool! I wish I could draw like that!

Vanessa (grinning): You can in no time with some practice of course. Now let's try it out for yourselves and don't worry about mistakes.

Darla and Briana: OK!

As they start to draw Briana notices something odd about Vanessa's sketch.

Briana: That's a nice drawing and all Miss Marbles but why does he look like Mr Jason?

Vanessa (flustered): Oh well *studders* he's my muse!

Briana: A moose? We don't have any moose around here. Do we?

Vanessa: No a muse. They're like a model, someone who you can look for inspiration to create works of art!

Briana: Gotcha!

The girls continue drawing; JASON comes by and VANESSA quickly hides her sketch.

Vanessa: Jason I thought you went out of town with your Dad?

Jason: Wow nice drawings girls! I should put them up for customers to see.

Darla: Thanks Mr. Whittaker! I know I'd want everyone to see my pictures (grins confidently)

Vanessa: Oh let me help you with that (turns to her students) y'all keep drawing while I help him. It'll be a few minutes.

The girls nod and Vanessa gets up and leaves with Jason. As soon as they're out of the room the girls begin to talk.

Briana (whispering): Do you think she and Mr. Whittaker like each other? I be seein' my parents make those kinda of faces all the time and they got me kinda thinking

Darla: I dunno. If they are then it's like my mama says it's nunya business.

Briana: What if they're married and we don't know?

Darla: Come on that's ridiculous besides I don't see no ring!

Vanessa (walks over with hands clasped): Alright loves, it looks about time to end today's session. We'll finish up the next time.

Briana: Thank you for teaching us again Miss Marbles! Goodnight!

Darla: Bye!

Briana and Darla wave goodbyes and leave out the studio. As they do they pass by an eerily familiar car.

The driver: I think this is his house. A lot of people come here. We might have to catch him when he's alone we don't want any witnesses.

After class BRIANA & DARLA catch up with Connie

Briana: Our teacher's been acting kind of weird lately

Connie: Oh?

Darla: Yeah she keeps drawing Mr. Jason. I think she's lost it

Connie: Well sometimes adults have crushes on other adults. It's perfectly normal

Briana: I know! We can set up a date for them

Darla: Briana we don't even have boyfriends how we know about dating?

Briana: Easy!

BRIANA takes out her phone and looks up dating tips on Bing.

Connie: Briana your a genius! We can set up a blind date for them.

Briana: You can have it at my parents' restaurant! Couples go there all the time!

Darla ponders for a moment

Darla: How much we getting?

Connie: (blinks) What?

Darla: I'm not going through all that trouble for free. If things go wrong I want compensation

Connie: Okay (grumbles) five dollars!

Darla: Only five?

Connie: Six dollars and fifty cents! And free soda and ice cream on the house!

Darla (smiles sweetly): I'll consider it

Briana: WE'LL DO IT! Miss Marbles done so much for us it's time we return the favor!

After BRIANA and DARLA'S departure, Connie and Vanessa are talking about their plans for the weekend.

Vanessa: I don't have much to do this Friday. Probably catch up on my art. It does gets pretty lonely being the only one at the studio

Connie: Fear no more! Vanessa: hm?

Connie: I've set you up on a date

Vanessa (stammers): A-a date???

Connie: See I have a friend who has the same problem. Maybe you and him might find something in common

Vanessa: Who is this friend?

Connie: A surprise!

Vanessa: Connie I- I don't know. I never dated anyone before.

Connie embraces Vanessa comfortingly.

Connie: Don't you worry I'll make sure everything works out between you two. We have the whole week to prepare!

Over the course of a montage we see Vanessa getting things ready; Vanessa looks at her mirror practicing how to look confident. But she is very afraid. Finally it is Friday, the day of the date. An hour before, Connie is in the MARBLES kitchen helping with makeup.

Vanessa: What if it doesn't work out?

Connie: Don't worry there's plenty of other fish in the sea! But just to be on safe side (she hands VANESSA a can of mace)

Connie: And WALLAH! And your all set for a magical night!

Vanessa: Thank you Connie. I'm just so nervous about tonight. I keep praying and wishing but I'm still not so sure.

Connie: Don't worry it'll work out fine. And remember if it don't?

Coincidentally Jason is also getting ready for a date of his own. He is getting ready and had just finished tying his bow tie when his father MR WHITTAKER appears

Whit: I hope you don't mind me interrupting but I think you'd need this

Jason: What is it?

Whit: Something I wore when you and your mother were dating.

Jason opens the box to see a bejeweled brooch.

Jason: Whoa this things gotta be worth a ton!

Mr. Whittaker: I knew you'd like it. It's been in our family for generations.

Jason (sighs): Do you think this night might lead to something else?

Mr. Whittaker: I don't know. That's gonna be up in God's hand. But even if it doesn't at least you'll have fun.

Jason: Thanks dad. I just don't want it to end up like last time

Whit: I understand. But life is too short to hold on to heartbreak. We can learn from it.

Connie: Alright she's coming in now. Is he already there

Jason smiles and he and his father leaves. Soon Jason is driving off but as he does another car - eerily the same from earlier - follows him. Connie drives Vanessa to WINFREY'S WINNERS - a restaurant owned by the Winfrey family. VANESSA walks up the steps she stops to inhale deeply as she tries to quell the butterflies in her stomach. She looks back and see Connie putting a thumb's up. Vanessa msuters a smile and walks inside. Connie takes out a walkie talkie and contacts Darla.

Darla: Yep. Briana it's showtime!

JASON is sitting at a table reserved for the night. He is dolled up in a crisp white blouse and black slacks, hair slicked back with gel. BRIANA pops up besides him in waiter's garb

Briana (beaming): Good evening sir!

Jason (surprised): Briana? What are you doing here?

Briana: I'll be serving you tonight (lowers her voice) and also because i work here (coughs) Anyways! Here's your menu while you wait for that special someone

BRIANA winks at him then scurries off to the kitchen leaving the man confounded. He shrugs and starts reading the menu. That's when Vanessa shows up in a flustered state.

Vanessa: I'm sorry I'm late O was trying to look for table number

Her voice trails off. Jason stops reading to stare at the gorgeous woman. Surprised that she was his coworker.

Jason (in shock): Vanessa???

Vanessa (squints then widens eyes): Jason??

The two stare at each other for a bit. Unknown to them another patron sitting nearby was the same man who had watched JASON from earlier that week. He has heard JASON'S name and looked over. Who was that woman? His wife? Girlfriend? That made things more complicated. Then a little evil idea formed in his head.

[jeromesxreader16]

Such a Joker (51)

Part 50 Here!

~o0o~

I scan through paint swatches, holding it up to the walls of the nursery contemplating the vast difference in the outcome. "I like this blue." Jeremiah picks up a swatch and tapes it to the wall. I smile as he narrows his hands focusing on the paint. He nods looking around the room. "We can put both the cribs against the wall here and place the changing station in the middle. Rocking chairs in either corner." He smiles with his accomplished plan.

"What do you think, boys?" He asks kneeling at my stomach. I scoff smiling, "How do you know these boys of yours aren't girls?" Jeremiah leans down pressing his ear on my swollen belly.

"Hmm. Yes. What was that? Of course, I'll let mommy know."

Jeremiah stands cupping my face. "You're children don't like the vitamin shake you drink." I roll my eyes walking away and taping a light pink swatch of paint on the wall.

Jeremiah raises a brow smirking. "Really, (Y/n)?" I shrug beaming. "You never know, Jer."

~

I look out the large window looking at the starved and rotten Gotham. I sigh sipping at my morning tea Ecco brought me.

"You're sighing again." I look over at her smiling. "You say that a lot." "It's because you sit there looking like a princess waiting for someone to come." I shake my head at Ecco laughing. "You're crazy, Ecco."

She hops in front of me smirking. "We could be bad, ya know? Sneak out. Just for a little." I narrow my eyes leaning in. "Keep talking."

~

Jeremiah POV:

Coming up the elevator into the late hours of the night to finally take rest next to my wife. "The tunnel is coming along nicely," Ecco says standing beside me. "Yes, there is much to do."

"Ecco, does my darling ever speak of life before this?" Ecco nods at me. "Mrs. Valeska always loves to spend time thinking of the good days." I hum reconnecting ways to make her happy. "I'll have to send her on a little trip out of our little Dark Zone."

I open the door to our room removing my tie and shirt and putting them away.

I walk over to my wife and rest my hands on her stomach holding my children. "We're not supposed to be here." I sigh resting my head against her. "I'm trying my best to get us out of here, loves."

She rolls to her side causing me to chuckle. I kiss her head cuddling into her in our sheets, dreaming of escaping Gotham with my family.

~

"Remember, love. Tonight is another graduation for the troops. It is still too dangerous. Care to take a trip to the Sirens today? I thought about sending you to have a full week of fun." Jeremiah asks as I cuddle into his side. "Yeah. I could use some girl time. If you're alright with having me away that long." Jeremiah holds my chin gazing into my eyes. "I love you so much, darling."

"I love you, Jeremiah." His smile warms my heart as he descends the elevator. "Behave yourself, loves."

~

I step out of the car smiling at the large buildings all so familiar. "Hello, Sirens." I grab the railing to step inside but am bumped by a force making me stumble.

"I - I'm so sorry, miss!" I look down at a little boy with bruises and scratches all over his body. I kneel gasping at his frame. "Oh, honey." He looks behind his shoulder gulping. "You have to help me, please."

I look up at the building thinking over my plans. Jeremiah told me to go here and only here, but it's not like he knew I was going to run into an abandoned child!

I nod at the small kid getting back in my car. "Come on, kid." He jumps in my car closing the door and gasping. "Thank you! Thank you so much, miss!" I smile sadly at the frightened little boy.

"Where are you going? Where can I take you?"

He looks at me with hopeful eyes. "The Haven."

I've heard whispers of the spot concealed in safety for a couple of weeks now. "I have an idea of where it is. I'll take you there."

He nods smiling, "My name is Will Thomas." He offers his hand.

"(Y/n) Valeska. It's good to meet you, Will." He smiles shaking my hand.

~

"Whoa." Will gasps as the large caged in the apartment corner appears. "Yeah," I say taking a look at all the people smiling. "Are you coming with me? I have to find someone who can help my brother and sister!" I nod turning off the car. "Yeah. I'm not sure who all lives here, but I can help you look around."

Walking in the small compound many of the people were friendly in this trying time.

I walk up holding Will's weak hand. "Excuse me, sir." He turns to me confused. "Yes?" "This boy needs your help." I try to usher him and scatter away but a hand reaches out grasping my wrist as I walk away from them.

I look up meeting my father's eyes through the shades. "(Y/n)?"

I smile removing the glasses. "Jim." he crumbles losing his balance. "Where have you been?" I shake my head tugging at my arm. "I-I can't be here."

I run away slipping out of the Haven untouched and back to my car as my father runs out screaming my name. I drive to the club again and entering as nothing happened.

"(Y/n)!" Babs screams running to me. "Oh, my! You've filled out!" I laugh pushing out my stomach. "Well, when you've got two fighting for space."

~

Jim POV:

That was her. My girl. My beautiful daughter walking right in and then scurried away faster than wildfire. "Jim, was that-" I turn to Harvey with a smile breaking my features. "Yeah. That was (Y/n)." Harvey pats my shoulder. "I know you're thinking you have to find her at this very second and trust me I do too, but we've got another pressing thing. Like this mystery kid." Harvey pulls me away from my thoughts.

"Right. What do we know?"

"His name is Will Thomas. Parents died in a home invasion a few weeks after the bridges came down. Guys that broke in took him to some sort of factory where he was held alongside dozens of other stolen kids, all chained together."

"God. Who are these guys?" "Call themselves The Soothsayers."

"You ever heard of them?" "No. But who can keep track these days?"

"Which district?" "Granton. Near the water, he said. Had them digging some sort of tunnel. Will broke free from his restraints last night and walked nine miles through the Dark Zone and found Mrs. Valeska in the Sirens block. She brought him here."

"What kind of tunnel?"

"Unclear."

"There's an abandoned waterworks by the old dock in Granton."

"Detective Gordon?" The small boy asks. "My friends. You'll save them, won't you?" I nod at him holding a smile. "I'll look into it."

"The Soothsayers won't be happy I escaped. They'll punish

the others for it. Please, Mr. Gordon. I promised them I'd bring help."

~

"Gosh, I can't wait until I can drink again." I laugh at Babara from behind the bar as she throws down a shot. "Oh, me and you both. Push those kids onto that pale freak and go wild!"

Feet away the crowd split and they still their ongoing conversations. None other than James Gordon walks over to Barbara. I duck under the bar hiding in plain sight.

"Barbara." She looks down at me before turning to ace my father. "Jim, what brings you crawling out into the open tonight? Come to join the party? One last hoorah before someone wastes you?" She smirks taking another shot before slamming it down.

"I'm here to ask a favor. Maybe some information if you have it."

"A favor plus info, right. Is this after you stood by and did nothing while my best friend on this Earth was stabbed through the heart?"

"I put him down."

"You restored his limp."

"HE SHOULD BE DEAD!"

Jim sighs, "Barbara." She cuts him off with her screams. "Everybody out! Now! I said move!"

As they file out and the music comes to a halt I shiver on my knees. Why am I doing this? Hiding from my blood.

"Planning revenge?" "Well, someone has to do something about that freak."

"He has an army. It would be suicide." "Look around, Jim. We're all slowly dying. Just some of us get to choose how."

"I'm sorry about what happened to Tabitha."

Babs brushes off the matter scoffing, "So, these favors?"

"I need transportation. Trucks, maybe."

"Where are you going?"

"It's a police matter," Jim says making me hold in a laugh. How could police exist nowadays?

"You know, they should really write that on your tombstone. They're downstairs in the basement lot. Knock yourself out. Drive right into this nightmare you created. You won't last a night."

He stays quiet for a moment before asking, "Have you seen (y/n)?" Barbara chuckles, "And if I did, what makes you think she wants to see her father who turned her own happiness away?" I peer over the bar watching my father's eyes drop and sadness fills his emotions. He turns away from the bar walking away. "Thank you for the trucks."

I pop up resting my elbows on the counter. "You didn't have to yell at him." Babs turns to me locking eyes. She breaks shaking her head with a sad smile. "No, I guess I didn't." I come around the bar sitting beside her. "You really think he won't last out there?" She turns to me smirking. "Not if he has some help. How long are you staying here?" I shrug, "Jeremiah doesn't need me around when the church graduates. He said the tension in the air is stressful for the babies." She scoffs laughing. "Right, because he's Mr. smartypants."

~

I sit on the couch watching TV as Babs strides through tossing my gun at me. "Load it and follow me." I stand following her. "Uh, why do I need a gun?" She turns back to me as walks into the garage.

"We're going to help Jimmy. You want to drive?"

I smile at her nodding. "Okay."

~

"Wait, slow down! I hear something." Barbara says causing me to stop the vehicle equipped with machine guns on the empty road. "I won't say it again, freak. Gordon comes with me."

I smile at her, "Jackpot!"

"I'll tell you what! I'll take his head, and you can have the rest of him!"

"NOW!" I scream as we whip around the corner and shoot down the punks. Barabra hops out fo the car walking towards my father.

"Hi, Jim. About our last chat... I may have been a little rash. This what got you all hot and bothered? They need a bath."

"Crazy bi-" I stand from my seat shooting the armed man aiming at Babs. As I hit the target, my father does as well.

He looks at me in shock. "(Y/n)?" I smile sitting back and cranking the car.

"Oh, lookie there. I found her. Not all square yet though. You're gonna help me do what we all know needs doing."

"Oh, yeah? What's that?"

"Kill Penguin."

~

I gaze and smile a all the happy citizens in the Haven. "This is amazing."

"Citizens are heading here in droves. This place will be full

by sundown." Jim nods looking around. "Then we'll find another."

I look up at him. "I figured you left when the evacuation was called." My father puts an arm across my shoulder pulling me to him. "You were still here. I was never going to leave without you. Especially now with these two." He says placing a hand on my stomach.

A woman walks up with her younger ones grinning at Jim. "I just want to thank you, Captain Gordon. My family, we've been drifting from one place to the next ever since the blackout. You've delivered us." She walks away beaming with joy, leaving my father with a raised head and confidence and honor beaming from him.

His moment soon ruined by Barbara scoffing, "Seriously?" She rolls her eyes looking at me. "You know he'll be angry with you if he finds you here. You're staying with me so my ass will be burned."

I look back at Babs and my father. He grabs my wrist looking me in the eyes. "You can't go back, (Y/n). Look at what he's done!" I close my eyes gathering my emotions. "Jim, please let me go so I can go home to my husband. This will end ugly if you refuse." He looks at me with shock and shakes his head. "No, I found you and now I'm going to keep the three of you safe from him." I rip my arm out of his grip. "I came to you! I understand you're upset, I do. But... Daddy's little girl is gone, I married him, he is the father of my children, and that won't change. You can either fight it and our contact will end, or..." I take out his pen from his pocket and grab his hand, writing my phone number. "You can accept me for the person I have become, and call me."

Jim nods sadly. He places his hand on mine. "I love you, (Y/n)." I nod smiling at my father. "I hope so." I back up walking next to Barbara.

"I'll see you around, killer. We have some unfinished business, you and I." She nods to him as we exit the gates.

~

"How was the day, darling? Have my twins kicked you anymore? I talked with them the other night." I giggle over the line laying on the big bed in the guest room of Barbara's home. "They've been fine, Jer. How was the first day of the graduates?" He sighs over the phone. "10 go in and only 4 complete the trial. It's quite disappointing." "I bet you'll have more tomorrow. It is a new day after all." "Indeed, love."

I snuggle in my covers rubbing my belly. "Get some rest, Jeremiah. I'll see you soon." He hums in the line. "I do hope so, darling. I love you." I smile feeling complete. "I love you too, Jeremiah."

As the call ends it suddenly rings again. I pick it up figuring it to be Jeremiah, once more. "Did you forget something?" I giggle over the line. "(Y/n)?" Jim's shaky voice comes through. "Dad."

He sighs and speaks, "Hi honey. H-How are you?"

At this time I talk to my father and open the door that has been shut so long.

"Hey! How about we meet up for lunch when we can?" I laugh at him, "You're going to act like everything's normal and grab a sub?" "Why not? I've got my family back."

A piercing giggle springs from the bathroom. Jerome walks out with sunglasses and posing in the mirror. "I'm going to tell."

I shake my head at him as my father talks. Jerome cackles and runs to the door making me chase after him tripping him. "OW! Workers comp!" He cries.

He stands up giggling. "Ole Jimmy. Always slithering around and shitting on our lives. Brother will be mad, (Y/n), you know that."

"Goodnight, Dad."

I hang up rolling on my side and cuddling into the sheets. "He won't find out, Jerome." He scoffs cuddling close to me. "Lying to your husband? You naughty girl."

I laugh into the pillow. "Goodnight, Jerome." 

[give-baek-my-love]

Where Did You Go? (1)

Characters: Jimin & Reader ft. Jackson (GOT7) & Jungkook 

Genre: Angst/fluff

Series: Intro, One, 

Summary: What if what you’ve been believing for your whole life were lies? What if you’re not truly who you think you are? What if… all this is a lie?

Note: Alice, is the name that Jackson gave you

(Y/N’s POV) 

After getting off a stressful day of work, you decided treat yourself to a nice delivery meal for dinner from one of your favourite restaurants in town paired with a nice big bottle of wine while watching some random show for background noise. It seems that this has been your go-to evening activities as of lately, especially after your more recent encounter with one of Jackson’s flings.

Before the food arrived, you changed into one of Jackson’s large t-shirts that you often wore as pyjamas. Although he drove you crazy, and some days you even wanted to slap that damn smirk that he always had off his face, you couldn’t pretend that the feelings that you once had for him weren’t stopping you from doing just that. You remembered the old days when Jackson was still interested in you would always pick you up from work just to take you out on a dinner date to one of your favourite restaurants. After the meal, the two fo you would then walk hand in hand along the beach because he knew just how much you loved the beach. Those were the days....

The sound of the doorbell ringing meant that the food as arrived, and your thoughts of your once peaceful and loving past came to a halt.

“ What does a man like me need to do to live in a nice house like this?” Were the deliveryman’s first words as soon as you opened the door.

“Drugs.” You bluntly said. So bluntly, that you knew the delivery man would never take you seriously.

Of course the house was nice. From what you know, Jackson had knocked down the house that was initially here and rebuilt it into one that was about triple the size of its original. When you first moved into the house you immediately fell in love with it. You loved how big the kitchen was, how spacious the rooms were, how large the closets and bathrooms were, but you soon came to the realization of why having such a big house wasn’t as great of as you thought. The house was so big that you didn’t even realize what Jackson was doing behind your back until you caught him one night. You were about wish him good night before you went to bed, but had quickly stopped when you found him in the basement with Jungkook and a couple other men who you assumed were his friends examining the new drug samples that they had received from a new supplier. Although you had always wondered where Jackson had all this money to afford building such a large house, you never expected that it was because he sold drugs. Whenever you used to ask him what he did for a living, he simply smiled and said ‘Don’t worry about it babe.’

Without giving the delivery a chance to respond, you quickly closed the door and left food unopened at the living room table. Your appetite had immediately disappeared. There was nothing you hated more than illegal drugs, not that you exactly had a memory of it affecting your life, but the idea of anyone selling or using illegal drugs just brought you sick to your stomach. Instead of food, you decided to turn to alcohol and quickly poured yourself a big glass of wine.

You don’t know how much time had passed until eventually Jackson came home with Jungkook. Judging by the time of the clock that read 2:35 a.m., you assumed that you had probably been mindlessly staring at the tv for a at least two hours. Judging by how your mind was in a haze and that there were two empty bottles of wine sitting in front of you, you must have finished them in the last two hours before you even realized.

“Rough day?” Jackson asked and by the look on his face, he seemed disgusted, although you couldn’t begin to even understand why.

Without giving him an answer, you turned the tv off and started walking towards your bedroom, careful not to stumble and fall over, which after all the alcohol turned out to be a much harder task than you had expected. However, you didn’t get far before Jackson was able to reach forward and grasp your upper arm. You couldn’t help but automatically flinch at his touch, sadly this has become your automatic response whenever he touched you.

“Come sit. I have something to tell you.” He gestured towards the direction fo the sofa.

As you walked towards the sofa with Jackson’s hand on your back, you turned to look at Jungkook who immediately looked away when you caught his stare. 

“We’re going to Korea tomorrow. Our flight is in the afternoon, so start packing.” Jackson said the moment you sat down on the sofa.

“Okay. Have fun?” You said. You wondered why he felt the need to tell you about his trip since he’s never done that before.

He chuckled lightly and placed a hand on your thigh before giving it a slight pat and saying,

“Baby you’re coming along. You, Jungkook and I are going to Korea tomorrow, together.”

Korea? 

You stared, stunned at what he just said. You had always wanted to go to Korea, and even suggested it multiple times to Jackson, but he had always said that he was too busy and told you to wait until he had time for the two of you to go travel. But why is Jungkook also going?

“Why are we going so suddenly?” You asked. You were so shocked by the news that you didn’t even notice his hand softly caressing your thigh.

“You’ve always said that you wanted to go, and I’ve finally found the time for us to go. I need to bring Jungkook along though because we have some business that we need to settle in Korea, but it won’t take long.” He smiled, but the way that he said business instantly sent chills down your back, and suddenly you were fully aware of his hand that was now resting on your thigh.

Disgusting. 

“What kind of business?” You asked as you pushed his hand away.

Jackson didn’t seem to be affected by your rejection and said,

“Don’t worry about it. Nothing that you and your pretty mind need to worry about.”

You brushed off the complicated and turned to Jungkook who you hoped would have given you some sort of answer, but instead all he did was keep your stare without giving anything away.

Realizing that the conversation wasn’t going anyway, you walked towards the bedroom without sparing either of them a second glance. Clearly this ‘business’ that Jackson was talking about had to do with his business, but why would he bring you along for his business trip when he knew just how much you hated what he does. It just doesn’t make sense..... but whatever he was planning, you suddenly felt very uneasy.

As you were quietly packing away, you heard a knock on your door. Turning around, you were surprised to see Jungkook standing there. You suddenly remembered the times when Jackson wasn’t home because of work, and you and Jungkook hung out together at the house watching crappy tv shows and judging the characters while eating takeout food. Out of all of Jackson’s friends, Jungkook had always been your favourite. Whenever Jackson and you had an argument, or whenever Jackson would hit you and leave you in tears, Jungkook was always there to treat your wounds or try to comfort you, sometimes he was even able to stop Jackson from laying his hands on you. There was even a time that you thought that maybe he felt something for you which was why he was protecting you, but on one drunken night when you boldly asked him why he was being so nice, he apologized for leaving you confused and explained that that was never his intentions. He simply did it because he felt that no one should ever hit another person simply because they were angry.

“What’s up?” You asked and gestured him into your room.

The room used to belong to you and Jackson, but after the endless mistresses that you witnessed him bring back home, you requested that he let you have a room to yourself, one that was as far away from his as possible.

Jungkook didn’t say anything besides stand behind you and observe the clothes that you were packing. You opted for a hand carry bag rather than a suitcase because you didn’t think that the trip was going to be a long one.

“You should pack more.” Jungkook finally spoke up.

“Why? How long as we staying anyways?’’ You asked.

When you didn’t hear a reply from Jungkook you turned around and saw that him staring at you, but you couldn’t quite read the expression on his face.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. 

“Pack more... we’re not coming back.” He finally responded, but he was so quiet that you almost couldn’t hear what he said.

We’re not coming back?

“Why aren’t we coming back?” You asked.

‘We’re.... we’re moving to Korea. Just pack all your essentials. Don’t ask anymore questions.” He said and turned around before you could ask anymore questions.

Now you were even more confused. Why did Jackson say that you were going on a trip when Jungkook said that you guys are moving to Korea? Why Korea? What is there in Korea?

(Jimin’s POV)

“I told you that there was nothing there. I don’t understand why you go back every single year...” Taehyung said shaking his head disapprovingly.

Although Jimin had initially said that he would only be gone for one day, he decided to wait two extra days just in case you showed up in Busan, the place where your belongings were found. He spent the past three days at a hotel that was located around where you were last seen. Every day, once the sun started to rise, Jimin would start searching for any signs that you’re still here or he would go around holding a picture of you and ask if anyone has seen you. If Taehyung hadn’t personally go to Busan to find Jimin and drag him back home, Jimin was certain that he would have stayed longer.

“Jimin... just face it. It’s time to move on. How much longer are you going to spend waiting for someone who’s never going to return?”

Again, no response.

“Jimin... listen. You can fuck up your health by not eating or sleeping for days. Not my problem. You can fuck up your life all you want too. But you cannot fuck up our business. Stop making me cover for your ass whenever you feel like disappearing!”

The trip had drained Jimin to the point that he didn’t even have the enjoy to raise his voice. All he could let out was a quiet protest,

“Unless you have a girlfriend that goes missing one day without a warning I don’t think you’ll ever understand how I feel.”

“But look at all the effort that you put in. You anonymously give annual donations to the Busan police in hopes of encouraging them to get more people on her case. And guess what? Nothing has happened. Do you understand how much money we had lost because of your sudden disappearance every now and then?You started this business because this was what you wanted to do, and now that Y/N’s gone it’s like as if you’ve lost that the drive that you once had, and you made me in charge of picking up your shit man. Remember the meeting that you made me go to because you wanted to go find Y/N? I prepared the whole fucking presentation that you were supposed to do for Mr. Kim and even presented it, but you never even asked how it went. This is our business. A business that you started it. And you’re acting like you aren’t even concerned about it anymore.”

Again, no response.

“Fine. Don’t answer me. Let me tell you then. I presented that shit to Mr. Kim and he said that he would rather wait for you to tell him everything. So I basically prepared all that shit for no reason. I went through all that pain and hard work for no reason. I’m your fucking business partner and he still didn’t want to listen to what I had to say. He told you to go find him in Busan tomorrow. So there, you have another excuse for you to go find Y/N. But please finish the god damn meeting before  you go try and find her. Don’t even think about skipping the meeting because I’m coming with you. Please don’t fuck this up man.”

“Okay.” Jimin mumbled before heading towards his room. He knew that he has been neglectful towards his business and has been heavily relying on Taehyung. He wasn’t losing hope that he would never see you again, but he knew that he needed to start prioritizing his business again. It’s been three years, and for the past three years he’s barely done much for the company.

He suddenly remembered when you used to tell him that your dream house is one that sits by the beach, and he had promised to make that dream come true. If you were to return. No. When you return, he wanted to be able to show you that your dream had indeed come true. But first... he needed to start playing attention to his company like Taehyung said.

Let’s start working again.

(Y/N’s POV)

By the time that you had finished packing all your essentials like Jungkook had said to do, it was almost five in the morning and you felt that you could knock out at any minute. Before you even realized, your eyes closed the moment your body hit the bed.

Around 10 in the morning, you woke up to the sound of pots and pans clashing in the kitchen. Walking out to the kitchen to see who was there, you froze at the sight of Jackson’s grandma, who you assumed was cooking breakfast for the three of you. His grandma had never liked you, although you never understood why. While Jackson’s parents were always nice to you, his grandma on the other hand, since the day you left the hospital and moved in with Jackson had never paid any attention to you. However, it didn’t seem like it was only you who she treated like that, you noticed that she never paid much attention to Jackson either, which made you wonder why she of all people is here today?

“Hello grandma.” You greeted politely.

“Come set the table. Breakfast is ready.” She simply answered without replying to your greeting.

As you helped her place the dishes on the dining table, neither of you exchanged a single word. Once the table was set, the two of you sat in complete silence as you both waited for Jungkook and Jackson to join. Although you took the seat further away from her, you noticed from the corner of your eyes that his grandma was staring at you. Which was strange because normally she would never even spare one glance at you, so all this just wasn’t making any sense to you.

“I heard that you’re leaving to go to Korea today.” She eventually said.

“Y-Yes. We’re leaving this afternoon.”

“Good. You should go. You don’t belong here.” She said so quietly that it was practically a whisper.

You were stunned by what she said. But mostly confused. Where should I go then? Why don’t I belong here? However, there was a slight softness in her voice, almost as if she was warning you of something. But why?

“I... I don’t understand. Why don’t I belong here?” You leaned towards the table to get closer to her.

But before she had the chance to speak, Jungkook greeted the two of you a good morning and took the seat across from you, and then seconds later Jackson showed up and gave his grandma a peck on the cheek before he took the seat next to you. It seemed like he was in a good mood today because he decided to give you a kiss on the forehead in front of everyone.

The rest of the meal went by like a blur since your mind was so focused on the short conversation that you had with Jackson’s grandma. You could recall Jackson and Jungkook talking about what they were going to do once when the three of you arrived to Korea, but you paid no attention to the detail.

After the meal ended, you helped Jackson’s grandma clean up the dishes while Jungkook and Jackson went somewhere to talk about what you assumed had to do with the ‘business’ that they needed to tend to in Korea. Although you glanced over at his grandma multiple times, wondering if she would elaborate on what she had previously said, she never spared you a second glance.

(Jungkook’s POV)

“You know what the plan is right?” Jackson asked the moment the two entered Jackson’s room.

“Yes.” Jungkook nodded.

The plan was simple. Very simple actually so he didn’t understand why Jackson felt the need to keep repeating the plan, perhaps it was because he was nervous. Although Jackson has never formally said it before, Jungkook knew that Jackson had to be scared of Jimin or else he wouldn’t have ran all the way to Hong Kong the moment he kidnapped you.

Jungkook still remembered the day that Jackson has kidnapped you called him for help. At the time he was on his way to meet Jimin and Taehyung, who had just recently asked Jungkook to join their team. Jungkook originally knew Taehyung from high school, and it was through Taehyung that he got to meet Jimin. He had liked Jimin since the very beginning, Jimin was very different from the other people in the industry that Jungkook had been in contact with. Jungkook really admired how professional Jimin was when it came to his profession, and really admired how Jimin spent the time to get to know those who he worked with and took great care of everyone.

The first day that Jungkook met Jimin, you were there and sat quietly next to Jimin as the three men were talking about their next business proposal. You didn’t speak much but the look on your face told him that you didn’t really like the kind of job that Jimin was in. However, when he saw how you looked at Jimin with so much love in your eyes, and how Jimin always looked at you as if you were all that mattered, he knew just how madly in love the two of you were with each other. Jungkook wasn’t going to lie and say that he didn’t find you attractive, because of course you were attractive, but he knew just by his first encounter with you and Jimin that no one could ever love you the way Jimin did, nor would you ever be able to look at anyone the same way that you did for Jimin. To this day, Jungkook had yet to witness you stare at Jackson the same way that you used to look at Jimin.

Jungkook still remembered the day that you drunkenly asked him if he had any feelings for you. Admittedly, he has been trying to take extra good care of you as often as he can without making Jackson suspicious, but his intentions were never to give you the wrong message. For the time being, all he wanted to do was protect you from any kind of danger in replacement of Jimin for as long as he can until he can get you back to Korea.

Ever since the day that Jackson had called him for help, Jungkook had made it his goal to get you back to Korea as soon as possible, however that turned out to be a much harder task than he could have ever imagined. If it wasn’t because Jackson had helped Jungkook’s family get out of debt and got his family back on their feet, he would have never helped Jackson. Of course he knew what Jackson was doing is completely ridiculous and illegal and as much as he didn’t want to participate in Jackson’s plan, Jungkook knew that the real victim in this situation is you. You were not only taken away from your own family land but you were also brought to a land where you couldn’t quite fit yourself into. But the worst part was that whatever Jackson had done, you somehow had completely forgotten your name and who you used to be. The fact that Jackson had decided to name you ‘Alice,’ the exact same name of his ex-girlfriend just made Jungkook sick to his stomach whenever he heard the name.

Jungkook had completely lost contact with Jimin and Taehyung the day that he picked up Jackson’s phone call. Although the two at the beginning had repeatedly called him, mostly due to his sudden disappearance causing an effect on their business, eventually the phone calls had stopped.

For the past three years, Jungkook constantly suggested to Jackson that they should return to Korea because the industry has getter potential for growth there, but Jackson had always refused, perhaps because his business was just starting. But to his surprise, this time around it was Jackson who suggested the trip to Korea, and what was even more surprising was that Jackson wanted to bring you to Korea.

Apparently, Jackson had heard that Jimin and Taehyung were trying to get one of the more notorious suppliers in the industry, Mr. Kim, to supply to their company, and the meeting was going to take place tomorrow. Jackson knew how much of a benefit it would be to have Mr. Kim on their side, so he wanted to use you as a bait to distract Jimin so that their meeting would fail and then Jackson would be able to use that chance to persuade Mr. Kim to join his side. Jungkook’s job was simple, all he needed to do was make sure that you wouldn’t run away. Of course keeping you hostage was the last thing that he wanted to do. His plan was to wait until Jackson left the two of you alone, then he would tell you to go meet him somewhere and call Jimin to meet you there instead.

Just hang in a little longer Y/N. We’re almost there.

(Y/N’s POV)

Eventually it was time to leave to the airport and if you were being honest excitement had completely taken over all of your emotions to the point that you completely forgot about everything that you were worrying about before.

Once the three of you stepped foot into the airport, everything seemed to move in segments. One moment you were checking in, the next moment you were boarding the plane, and before you knew it the plane landed in Seoul, and then the three of you were taking the train to Busan.

You were slightly disappointed to find out that you weren’t visiting Seoul, but the moment that you saw the scenery, especially the beaches in Busan, you were instantly drawn to it. Although it was your first time in Korea, for a strange reason, you felt familiar with the land, almost as if you were coming home.

You were happy to find out that Jackson had booked a hotel that was near the beach so you were able to see the view from the window. The unfortunate news was that you had to share a room with Jackson, something that you haven’t done for at least a year.

“Jungkook and I need to go out and meet a client, but we will be back soon. If you get hungry, go order some room service. We’ll be back soon so don’t think of running away babe... because I will always find you.” He winked.

Disgusting.

Recently this has become your reaction whenever Jackson acted even slightly interested or flirted with you. At this point you were wondering how this relationship could even go on, if the two of you clearly had no feelings for one another, why wouldn’t he just let you go? As tempted as you were to run away, , you knew... you could never run away from Jackson, somehow he was always able to find you.

Once Jackson left the room, you took the seat closest to the window and gazed outside admiring the view hoping that by watching the waves wash along the shore that the waves would also be able to wash away the hopelessness that you felt from within.

“Alice.” Jungkook spoke up.

“Oh. I didn’t realize that you were still here.” You turned and saw that Jungkook was handing you a cellphone that looked like much older in generation than any phone that people nowadays use.

“What’s this for?” You asked after taking the phone from him.

“You wanted to visit the beach didn’t you? Now is your chance to leave the room.”

You stared at him speechless, staring at him as if he was crazy. He should know better than anyone that Jackson would beat him to pulp if he found out that Jungkook had let you go somewhere by yourself without him knowing, especially if that meant there would be a possibility of you running away.

“You’re kidding.”

“No. Go. Go visit the beach. We’ll be gone for a while so just enjoy yourself while you still can. Use this phone to contact me if you need anything. There’s only one phone number saved on that burner phone and it belongs to me. Don’t go anywhere besides the beach. Okay?”

You wondered for a second if a burner phone was actually necessary. Why couldn’t you just get a new SIM card and use your own cell phone to contact him. But if using a burner phone was all it took to allow you to leave the room, you were more than grateful. The beach looked so beautiful and inviting that you weren’t even going to ask him why you couldn’t go anywhere else, not that there was anywhere else that you wanted to go to.

“Okay.” You answered, now fluttering on the inside with excitement.

You couldn’t even remember the last time that you were able to leave and go somewhere without Jackson knowing, or having someone that he knew follow you around.

“I meant it Y/N. Don’t leave the beach.” He warned again.

Y/N? Who’s Y/N?

There was that name again. You remember the times when either Jackson and Jungkook got drunk and would call you by that name. You never understood why and had tried to ask them again when they were sober, but they would always only say that they didn’t remember or just straight up deny that it ever happened. But this time it was different, Jungkook was clearly sober, so why did he call you by that name?

“I’m Alice. Not Y/N. Dumbass.” You frowned.

“Right. Whatever you say.” He mumbled before turning away and walking out the door, immediately ending the conversation there.

You made sure to wait at least a good ten minutes before you left the room just in case Jackson decided to come back. Once the ten minutes had ended, you practically sprinted out of the room and opted on taking the stairs so that you wouldn’t have to wait for the elevator. As soon as you saw the view of the beach from the lobby you ran towards it without a care in the world of whether or not people would be judging you.

Ah. This is what freedom feels like.

(Jimin’s POV)

“What do you mean the meeting today with Mr. Kim is cancelled?” Taehyung basically shouted the moment that Jimin told him the news.

The two had arrived to Busan first thing in the morning and, due to Jimin’s request, they had checked in to a hotel near the beach.

She would have loved it here.

“His secretary said that he had a personal matter to deal with, so he had to cancel our meeting. Instead, he told us to wait until tomorrow morning for us to talk then.” Jimin shrugged never taking his eyes off the beach, watching as the water washed up towards the shore.

While Taehyung was complaining in the background, Jimin suddenly felt his phone vibrate and saw a text message from someone that he hasn’t heard from in a very long time. Jungkook?

[From Jungkook] Jimin. I know I owe you a very long explanation, but this is a very time sensitive matter. Y/N is Busan right now, and she’s going to be at the beach near your hotel all by herself. If you ever want to see her again, go now before it’s too late. This is her phone number (###)###-####. She’ll think it’s me, but contact her anyways and ask her exactly where she is so you can find her. I’ll contact you later and explain everything, but please. Please hurry!

Y/N? She’s here? In Busan??

“HOLY FUCK.” Jimin quickly jumped up from his seat.

She’s here? She’s alive! She’s back! I have to go. I have to go find her!

Jimin ran out of the room without sparing Taehyung a single word. He ran as quickly as he could without stopping even for a single second because he was scared that if he didn’t get to you quickly enough he would lose you again.

As soon as he arrived to the beach, he scanned the beach, but out of all the people that he could see, you weren’t there. No one out there looked like you.

He wanted to call you with the number that Jungkook had given him, but he didn’t realize that when he got up from the chair his phone had fallen, and now there was no way for him to reach you unless he went back to the room to retrieve it. He couldn’t risk the possibility of missing you again if something happened to you when he ran back to the room, so instead he ran towards the other side of the beach shouting out for you name, hoping that you would hear his outcry and find him.

Please Y/N. Please be here.

(Y/N’s POV)

You purposely situated yourself far away from the other people on the beach in case they would see you and tell Jackson if he came looking for you.

The sand felt so soft and warm underneath your feet as you curled your feet into the ground while enjoying the sun shine onto your skin. Freedom never felt so good. You wondered for a second what would happen if you simply ran away right this instant. Would Jackson be able to find me? Where could I even go...?

“Y/N! Y/N! Where are you!” You heard someone’s voice approaching from afar.

There was that name again, the exact same name that Jungkook had called you just minutes ago. However, you didn’t give much thought to it since you assumed someone was just looking for their friend who had that exact same name. 

But then the voice got louder... and louder until,

“Y/N!” You heard someone shout before you could even turn to the voice, you were yanked up from where you were seated.

You were now facing a man, who looked around your age. His grip was painfully tight as if he didn’t want to let you go, but it wasn’t his grip that bothered you, rather it was his sadden and tearful eyes that were staring straight into yours that left you frozen in place. It felt weird. Although you didn’t know who he was, his face looked familiar, but yet you weren’t able to name who he was.

Who are you?

Before you knew it, he pulled you into a tight hug and whispered into your ear,

“I found you. I finally found you.”