#He didn't hear darren's whispers; right?

[a-good-darren]

Oh heh.... okay...

He just looked more and more embarrassed with himself, just insecre with his social skills

* snoozin *

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Um... when was the last time he slept....?

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Darren goes just to do anything that Sam normally does

[jetblack4realz]

lake days ii - jake "hangman" seresin x reader

summary - jake is having a blast with your family on the lake, relationships grow - and so do certain tensions

pt ii to this one :) , pt iii , pt iv , pt v

warnings- nah

word count - 3.4k

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you found yourself laughing as jake took yet another tumble off the wakeboard.

"you've gotta turn it!" you yelled from the back of the boat, leaning towards him with a grin. he rolled his eyes, wiping his face free from the water.

"i know," he huffed.

"if you did you'd be riding right now," you said with raised brows. you smiled wider, nodding to the tugrope in front of him. "grab on, we're going again."

he breathed out a tired groan, following your instructions and laying back in the water, trying to keep the heavy board perpendicular to him on his feet. you turned around, walking back to where logan was at the wheel. you nudged him, grin returning.

"i got it," you told him. the man stepped out of your way, laughing lightly.

"be nice to him. it's his first time," he told you. you stood at the dashboard, hand on the throttle as you glanced back at jake.

"he'd had enough tries. this is it; all or nothing." your smile was despicable as you threw your head back. "ready, jake?"

when he spotted you at the wheel his eyes widened and his grip strengthened.

"turn and stand!" you instructed for what felt like the millionth time that day, pushing down on the throttle to increase the speed enough to get him out of the water. you glanced back to see him riding the waves well enough and pushed down again, picking up speed quickly.

the board attached to his feet skidded across the water as he tried to maneuver outside of the wake, but before he could, you turned the boat. it wasn't too sharp, you didn't want to throw him off too bad, just enough. he glared at you before focusing again, to which you turned the other direction. he yelled something none of you could hear, which only made you laugh.

"let him get out of the wake," your dad said, but the smile on his lips told you otherwise. you shrugged.

"he'll figure it out." another turn.

you kept up this routine until jake's board finally caught the edge of a wave on his way out of the wake, sending him face first into the water. you quickly pulled around, letting the boat drift up to him as he unlaced the boots, holding the board up for gideon to take.

"good job," you told him as he passed you. "you stood up."

"i coulda done a lot more than that if you woulda let me," he said with raised eyebrows.

"you were getting a little too cocky with everything else," you replied dismissively, waving it away with a small smile. "had to put you in your place."

"and i'm gonna put you in your place," logan said, standing next to you with his hands on his hips, a wide smirk on his lips. you turned to look at the back of the boat quickly, eyes wide.

"no," you breathed out.

"hell yeah," jake breathed, grinning as you both watched a small tube get blown up by a grinning gideon.

"i'll go with y/n first," darren offered, a wicked grin on his lips as he eyed you.

"i'll push you off before logan even has a chance to take off. i'm not riding with you," you told the boy, glaring at him sharply.

"oh why not?" he whined.

"because last time we went together you full on bodied me and i swear i left with a concussion," you answered. "i'm going with josh."

josh laughed quietly. "deal."

as you pulled your lifejacket off the clips on the side of the boat and began strapping it to yourself, logan took his place at the wheel, leaning over to whisper to jake, "she hates the tube the most. ends up hurt every year but refuses to get off."

"even though she hates it?" jake asked.

"you should know how she is by now," logan said with a shake of his head. "stubborn as a bull."

jake laughed, watching you as you laid belly down on the small raft, gripping the handle in front of you tightly as joshua joined you. your brother was naturally easy going, and normally so were you, but his laidback nature just made you look that much more tense.

darren and gideon pushed you two off the back. "ready y'all?"

as you two drifted farther back, jake watched you nod slowly. "ready."

logan glanced back at his brothers, his grin matching that of you when you started dragging jake on the wakeboard. "let's put 'em through it."

you expected him to start off slowly as per usual with water sports, but logan had no such intentions. jake had to catch himself on the windshield when he took off, watching you face drop in horror as the pullrope jerked forward, bringing you and josh with it.

your knuckles were white as you gripped the handle in front as well as one to the side, leaning josh's way when you began to skip across the water your direction. you were screaming something at the people in the boat, earning loud laughs from the men and brynlee. when logan straightened out for a moment, you held up the finger before screeching as he turned sharply again.

this went on for a few minutes before josh finally put a hand up, wanting to be done.

"you ready seresin?" brynlee asked jake as darren pulled his lifejacket down for him. "you're next."

"you wanna come with?" he asked darren with a grin as he zipped his jacket around him.

"nah man, you're with y/n," he answered. "no way in hell she's getting off now. this is just the beginning."

"what?" jake asked with furrowed brows.

"you'll see," gideon laughed as he pulled josh up from the water. josh smiled, gesturing a hand to the tube where you laid with a stoic expression.

"all you buddy."

jake joined you, laughing at the look of pure concentration on your face. "you good, darlin'?"

"we ain't falling off of this," you told him strictly. "promise me that."

"alright, alright," he laughed as darren and gideon pushed you both out. "any technique to it?"

"when it drifts your way, lean mine and vice versa. hold on tight, keep your body to the tube so you ain't hitting mine, and well, just buckle in," you answered.

"shouldn't be too hard. i mean, you did it," he told you with a smirk.

"that was easy. i have a feeling now that you're out here with me we're in for it," you told him, watching logan carefully. your eyes widened. "hang on!"

you both got thrown forward with a jolt, jake barely able to keep himself forward as he threw his head up with wide eyes. logan took a sharp right, making you skid your way. you leaned into jake, him leaning his way as to keep y'all from tipping.

"what the hell?!" he cried as logan turned the other way, requiring jake to dig himself into your side.

"exactly!" you yelled back. the waves were aggressive, but in the wake they were calmer, allowing you to breathe a bit as he straightened out. "oh shit."

"what?" jake asked quickly, looking to you. "he's slowing down. isn't that a good thing?"

"he's making bigger waves," you told him, eyes widening as you watched the water. "incoming!"

the tube went flying upwards and you screamed, hanging on tight. when you hit the water again, you nearly ended up with your face in jake's shoulder and an instant black eye, but you managed to straighten out before you gave yourself said black eye. you hit another, and another, and another before he stepped on the gas and you began skidding to the side, exiting the wake.

"this is crazy!" jake yelled.

"i know!" you yelled back.

"but fun!" he had a wide smile on his face as the wind whipped through his hair and for the first time in years, you began to see the tubing experience as maybe something other than a competition with your brothers.

"yeah, i guess so!" you called back through the sounds of the water. he yelled in delight as you caught some air again and you watched his smile grow again, his eyes wide in excitement.

you smiled as you hit the water again, skidding back and forth. on one particularly long turn, you had to grab onto jake's front handle, the man resorting to his two side ones. this put you two incredibly close to each other, both pretending not to notice as you held on for dear life.

you laughed when you hit another large wave, eyes on jake instead of the water as he whooped loudly, hand in the air excitedly.

logan turned the boat sharply as a nearby boat drove by, creating even more waves for you and jake to hit. you groaned as you went through what felt like a washing machine, your stomach hurting as you continually slapped against the surface of the tube. and then, you hit the biggest wave you swore you'd ever seen, earning a scream.

jake was laughing as your hands slipped from the grips and you both went flying, dropping into the water with large splashes.

you surfaced quickly, gasping for air and moving to pull your hair from your face. you choked up some water, coughing hard.

"jake?" you called, looking around for the man.

"right here sweetheart," he yelled with a laugh from behind you, already swimming in your direction. you were still coughing up water, having still been shrieking when you entered the water and causing you to breathe what felt like the whole lake in. his brows furrowed as he approached, grabbing you and holding you around the waist as you struggled to breathe again. "just focus on your breathing, i'm keeping you up," he told you. "yeah, just catch your breath darlin', it's alright."

after a few moments you began to breathe in shaky breaths without choking on water still in your lungs and you breathed out heavily, forehead resting on jake's shoulder as you did as he said. "catch your breath hun."

he had you perched on his knee practically when you finally were able to breathe again and the boat had pulled around completely.

"you alright?" joshua called with knitted brows.

"all good, just breathed in some water," you answered with a laugh. jake kept an arm around you as he swam to the back of the boat, hands on your waist as he pushed you up onto the surfdeck.

you stumbled onto the surfdeck, shaking your hands out from the pain your grip had ensured. darren held a hand out for tyler, pulling the man up next to you.

"you going again, y/n?" logan asked, turning to face y'all.

"nah, maybe later. all you darren," you said to the boy, taking off your lifejacket and sitting with a dramatic sigh onto the backseats. jake laughed, sitting next to you with an arm draped over the back of the leather seats.

"good run, y/n, that was fun," he told you.

"yeah, it was," you replied with a smile.

as logan took off with darren and gideon in tow, he and joshua exchanged wondering expressions with their wives who were lounging up front, kyrie having replaced your father after lunch. they only laughed and gestured to where you and jake were sitting.

you pulled your legs underneath you in a criss cross position, your knee jutting out over jake's thigh, the man sitting awfully close to you. almost instinctively, he rested a hand on your knee, his head tilting back as his eyes slipped shut.

you watched him for a few moments, a small smile pulling at one corner of your mouth, before leaning back into your seat and therefore into his arm. you tilted slightly, wedging yourself into the crook of his shoulder. jake seemed perfectly content with this, leaning his head on yours for a moment before leaning back into the leather seat once more.

"tired?" he mumbled to you, peeking one eye open.

"a bit," you answered with a small smile and content sigh. "thanks for keeping your promise and doing this all with me."

"easy promise to keep," he answered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. it sent a surprising jolt through your spine and your cheeks flushed, eyes flickering to where your sister-in-laws were watching with wide grins.

'told you so', kyrie mouthed to you.

you simply rolled your eyes in response before shutting them and leaning into jake's shoulder more, his hand coming up from behind you to mess with your tangled hair. he was not helping your case.

but you weren't sure you wanted him to.

by the time that darren and gideon returned from their tubing escapade, it was nearing dusk and obviously time to return to the beach, pack it up, and head home.

"tomorrow we'll try the murder tube," darren said with knitted brows and a dark grin as he looked to jake. the older man quirked his brow.

"murder tube?" he laughed.

"that one actually is fun," you told him, laughing. "you'll love it, i promise. you can fit like five people on at a time, it's huge and it's crazy fun."

"that's what the ladies say about me," jake mumbled so just you and apparently gideon could hear, your brother busting up laughing as you rolled your eyes.

"oh shut up, hangman," you told him, pushing him away before he pulled you back into his side. you didn't notice how his smile dropped a bit when you went back to his callsign or how it returned when you rested in his embrace again. of course you wouldn't notice. what you did notice, due to its obvious effect, was how his arm tightened around your shoulders and how he rested his cheek on your head again, squeezing your knee twice.

when you pulled up to the beach, you stood with a tired groan, grabbing jake's arm and pulling him after you.

"can you back up a trailer?" you asked as you caught the keys to logan's truck from where the man threw them before getting off and returning to his children who were busy playing in the wet sand with their grandma and barrett.

jake scoffed. "of course i can back up a trailer."

"listen for gideon yelling at you - he probably will. just listen and we'll be fine," you told him, pulling the boat off the beach and returning to the ramp. it only took a few minutes, your dad following you on the jetski with gideon behind him.

you floated by the ramp, handing jake the keys and sending him up to the black truck. he ran up and retrieved it, backing it down into the water.

it went surprisingly well given that it was his first time aiming a trailer into a large body of water, but anyone could tell that it wasn't his first time towing a trailer.

joshua hopped from the boat to retrieve his car and fetch his family, your dad doing the same after he and gideon got the jetski up into the back. you gestured your hand forward, telling jake to pull up the ramp. after you were farther up and parked in an extremely long spot, you retrieved your shoes and climbed down, jumping into the passenger seat.

"do we need to go pick them up?" he asked.

"no, josh and dad will just bring 'em back here and then we'll load up and head home again," you answered. "it'll probably be another fifteen minutes or so."

the silence that rested between you wasn't uncomfortable, but it wasn't exactly comfortable. finally, jake let out a breath, looking at you with a hesitant smile.

"i had a lot of fun today," he told you.

you smiled. "i did too. i'm really glad you came, jake."

"me too," he agreed, his smile settling comfortingly. "and we still have two more days."

"well, now that you know how to do everything we can get into the real competition," you said with a smirk, laughing as his face fell.

"what the hell do you mean 'real competition'?"

"i'm joking, me and you will probably chill out the rest of the time. a few rides here and there, but everyone else will wanna try i'm sure," you laughed. he let out a breath of relief, smiling over at you.

"i thought you were serious for a second. i like that your family is competitive, but i don't know if i could take any more of it," he told you.

"the hangman seresin scared of a little competition?" you gasped dramatically. "i'm telling rooster."

he furrowed his brows deeply. "how do you know rooster?"

"i've been on different deployments, seresin," you laughed. "i've heard about your little rivalry from the chicken man himself. haven't decided who's better yet, though."

jake smirked, leaning closer to you. "i think you know."

"do i?" you hummed, trying to hide your smile and failing.

"you will by the end of this trip," he promised. and if you weren't crazy - which you could be, his eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment. he leaned away again, his smirk changing into his average grin. "what are we doing for dinner tonight?"

"you and me are on our own, so i was thinking spaghetti?" you suggested. "or i've got some stuff for shepherd's pie."

"you really said spaghetti when we could have shepherd's pie?" jake asked, shaking his head. "let's do that."

"it'll take longer," you warned.

"all the best things are worth the wait," he hummed, eyes on you for far longer than you liked.

soon enough, everyone was piled back in their respective vehicles, you and jake in the bed of the truck once more, your head on his shoulder as you fought sleep. his arm wrapped around you snugly and he whispered for you to take a nap if you could, sealing your slumber with a kiss to the top of your head.

when you finally got back to your house, jake instructed you to go upstairs, change, and shower. you lazily listened, appreciating the warm water that washed away the grime that came from the lake.

when you stumbled downstairs in your american flag sleep shorts and shirt, you were surprised to find him still in his swimshorts and a shepherd's pie in the oven. he set the timer before sighing contentedly.

"did you seriously make dinner?" you asked, surprising the man and making him turn around quickly.

"yeah," he answered with a shrug. "feel better?"

you hummed a 'yes'. "you should go take a shower. i'll watch the timer."

"if you insist," he answered, pressing a short kiss to your forehead as he passed you on his way to the stairs.

now, you weren't a stranger to the occasional hangman kiss. it was his favorite way to show you affection in silly moments, but he'd never actually been serious about it. with all the touching that had happened over the course of the day, you began to wonder what his intentions were now.

in all honesty, probably nothing changed, but even the idea that something had stirred something inside you that scared you to death.

you scrolled your phone until jake returned, his hair clean and damp. he walked towards you with a smile, a top gun shirt over his torso and some basketball shorts completing the outfit. he rounded the bar, standing a bit away from you as he squinted his eyes to look into the oven.

"timer go off yet?" you glanced at the oven for the fortieth time with a shake of your head.

"i think the navy's conditioned you into short showers," you told him with a short laugh. "i haven't been so lucky."

"no, you take forever," he said, pointing a finger at you and copying your laugh.

"it's relaxing, okay? i need some me time after spending the whole day with you," you told him, a smirk pulling at one corner of your lips. he rounded the bar, passing behind you and stopping momentarily to whisper in your ear - "you love me."

just then, the timer rang through your kitchen and you rolled your eyes, willing the light flush on your cheeks to fade. "i can't wait for this weekend to be over."

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

Chapter 13 Coming On 10/27/2024

Just A Little Something 😉

The shiny metal bell above the door jingled as the last customer of the day entered the shop, but you didn't look up from the bouquet of flowers you were arranging for a last minute birthday order that someone called in for tomorrow morning. You didn't often make them, but Jake was busy breaking down the display of flowering plants in one of the front windows and you were more than happy to help out.

Even if it was difficult with one hand.

You could hear whoever it was that entered the shop coming closer to the register, the sound of their shoes clunking against the weathered gray concrete floors with every step.

"Welcome in. Can I help you with something?" You don't look away from the sunflowers in the dark blue vase in front of you, while using one hand to place some holly ferns to give it a bit more green before you reach for the baby's breath that sits in a bundle on the vintage wooden bar that served as a desk beneath the register.

"Well I'm not sure. Do you have anything that says 'I'm sorry my friend kidnapped you?'" A familiar voice asks and you hear the smile curling on the ends of the words.

Your head jerks upwards at the sound of the voice, but you already know who it is.

Darren stands there in his traditional black army jacket. His blonde buzzed hair is blindingly white in the sunlight that comes through the wide glass windows at the front of the shop, catching the glint of the gunmetal colored hoops in his right eyebrow. His smile is sheepish, apologetic, and if you hadn’t been through what you did, you might have believed that it was genuine.

"Darren?" Your voice is no more than a whisper, surprise leaking into it as you utter your brother's name.

You didn’t actually think that he would come to see you, not when he knew who Ben really was, and not when Darren knew that you found out he sacrificed you to save his own skin. That he was willing to throw you into the line of fire so that he didn't have to cough up the cash to pay for his gambling debt.

"Hey sissy. Did you miss me?"

(I mean this is more than a little something... You're welcome 😃)

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[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

warnings: Mother is insecure, body shaming, fatphobia, swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

AN: Clearly, I do not think this way. If you need evidence, check out my other Aykroyd fics. But someone people think this way and some of the comments directed towards Mother are going to be things I have seen said on here. This is uncomfortable to write. I hope those comments are uncomfortable to read.

ANN: For those who would like to see, and can keep their rude (if any) comments to themselves...check this out.

I leaned further into Darren as I noticed a group of guys staring at me. I smiled politely at them as we passed and they laughed, breaking up their group and heading into a store. Darren tensed up at the sound and tightened his grip on my shoulder. I held tightly to his jacket as we continued towards the movie theater.

"Are we seeing a movie or just walking around?" He asked. I shrugged.

"I don't know what they have showing so let's just see and decide when we get there." I suggested. Darren nodded, giving me tight smile. I leaned my head against his shoulder and tried to ignore the looks I was getting. I frowned as we passed a group of guys and they started making comments.

"Hey what's that hot piece of ass doing with that thing?" One guy whispered to his buddy. Darren tensed and I looked over my shoulder at them, eyebrows furrowed.

"He looks like the blob." Another muttered. Darren tightened his grip even more when I faltered. I looked at him and he shook his head, face drawn tight. "How could anyone find THAT attractive?" My steps faltered again and Darren stared at me.

"Don't." He whispered. I looked at him before nodding. The taunts got quieter as we moved away but it didn't help how I felt about hearing the crap that was thrown at him. Darren smiled tightly at me as we turned the corner and saw the theater. “What…” he cleared his throat and blinked at the movie posters. “What did you want to see?” He asked. I looked over the posters.

“I think our only options are Batman, scent of a woman and a few good men.” I said, eyes scanning the time board. “Buff superhero. Military men. Or Al Pacino.” Darren shifted next to me. “I don’t really want to see that. Even though Michael Keaton is hot as Batman. And I’m sure Jack nicholson stuns in uniform.” Darren shifted again and I looked at the other movie posters.

“yeah I don’t really want to see any of those either.” He said. I turned to look at him and smiled. Darren squeezed my shoulder and we headed off to the other end of the mall. There were more looks and comments, each time Darren’s grip on me tightened. The comments were the worst when we were in line at the food court. Darren tried to look away from me but I cupped his cheek and drew him in for a kiss. It was the first time today that he had relaxed. I gave him a bright smile when I pulled away. One Darren didn’t match.

“let’s head home.” I said, watching him get up and gather his trash. Darren’s eyes jumped to me and I nodded. “I’m tired of all this. Let’s go home.” Darren nodded slowly. It was a quiet drive home and he headed to the couch as soon as we walked in and our shoes were by the door. “Uh Darren? I need to talk to you.” He looked up at me and nodded slowly.

“alright.” He said. Darren seemed jumpy and I walked over to the couch, climbing in his lap. “oh. That kind of talk.” He leaned against the back of the couch as I ran my fingers through his hair. I kissed him deeply. Darren moaned into my mouth as his hands settled on my hips. He pulled back after a second and looked at me skeptically. “Hang on. Are you sure you want to do this? With me?”

“that’s…” I sighed, settling in his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Well that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” I cupped his cheek and rubbed my thumb over his cheekbone. “You know what those assholes said isn’t true right? You’re sexy as fuck. Hot as hell. And I wouldn’t want anyone else. Ever.” Darren nodded, clearly not convinced.

“yeah.” He mumbled. I chewed on my lip.

“There’s more to it isnt there?” I asked. Darren shrugged, playing with the hem of my shirt. “The movies. My comments.” I nodded and looked over his head. I leaned forward and pressed my forehead against his. “I’m sorry Darren. I didn’t mean anything by it.” He nodded, staring up at me with shining eyes.

“I know.” He said. I sighed.

“let me show you I don’t want anyone else? That you’re the only one for me?” I asked. Darren watched me as I ground down on him. “That no one can turn me on like you. And I wouldn’t want you any other way.” Darren's eyes flickered down to where I was grinding against him, an obvious tent starting to form in his pants. He swallowed thickly and nodded, watching as I climbed off him and pulled him up by his hand. I led him to the bedroom, gently pushing him down on the bed. He sat there, staring at me as I leaned down to kiss him. Darren whimpered into the kiss. I pushed his hands away as he tried to push my shirt up. "Nope. This is about you. Only you Darren." I pulled away completely and moved to pull his shirt off. Darren made a noise of complaint as I tossed it across the room. He almost curled in on himself but I knelt down between his legs.

"(Y/N)." He whispered, eyes wide as he took in the sight of me staring up at him with a smile. Starting at his thighs, I ran my hands over him. Darren stared, almost in a trance, as I reached his waistband and skipped over it. I nearly moaned as my fingers made contact with his stomach. A gentle push had him laying back as I explored. I smiled as my fingers curled through his chest hair, watching his face as his eyes fluttered closed. One of my hands trailed over his side, gently running my nails over his skin. The other moved up to cover his pec. "Oh!" Darren moaned as I gave it a squeeze. I bit my lip as his legs parted more as I stood up. Both hands kneaded his pecs, occasionally squeezing him and drawing more moans from him.

"Do you know why I always have my head on your chest?" I asked. Darren shook his head, finally opening his eyes and watching me. "Because you are the perfect pillow. Soft. Warm. Comforting." I said, leaning back down and kissing over the thicker trail of hair. Darren whimpered as my lips replaced my hands over his pecs. Darren moaned loudly as I pressed an open mouth kiss over his heart before using my tongue to draw a heart there. "I love hearing and feeling your heartbeat. Reminds me just how much you love me when it speeds up while I do something as simple as put my hand on your chest or kiss your cheek." His heart was racing as I moved further up, putting my knees on the bed so I could kiss his neck. Darren's hands balled the blanket up, pulling it as he watched me with baited breath.

"(Y/N). Please." He whimpered. I sat up, shifting so I was straddling him. "Please." Darren's eyes shown and I leaned down to kiss him softly. The tears spilled over and I wiped them away, gently pecking his lips the whole time.

"You really have no idea how much I love you do you?" I whispered. Darren shook his head, more tears streaming down his face. "That I love YOU for you. Damned what everyone one else says about you." I kissed him again, trying to pour as much emotion as I could into it. Darren released the blanket as I pulled back. He sat up a little as I got off him. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched me. Pressing another kiss to his stomach, I reached for his belt. The only sounds in the room were his heavy breathing and the sound of the belt being undone. I didn't even bother pulling it out of the loops before I went to work on his pants. He lifted his hips as I pulled his pants off, grabbing his socks on the way. Darren's eyes fluttered as I kissed my way back up to his boxers.

"(Y/N)..." He trailed off, watching as I laid my head on his thigh. "You don't have to..." His breath hitched as I pressed a kiss to his clothed cock.

"Who said I was doing that?" I teased, smiling as I pulled his boxers off. I pressed another kiss to the tip before standing up and undressing myself. Darren’s head fell back with a groan, a small smile pulling at his lips. “You don’t want to see the show?” Darren looked back at me and bit his lip as my underwear dropped to the floor. He gulped, watching me climbed back on top of him. I leaned down to kiss him, slipping my tongue into his mouth when he moaned. “you’re absolutely amazing Darren.” I said, trailing kisses down his neck. His pulse thrummed against my lips as I sucked a mark under his ear. “So incredibly sexy. It’s so damn hard to keep my hands to myself half the time.” He squeezed his eyes tight as I nipped at his jaw.

"(Y/N)." He breathed out. I hummed as I sat back and took his cock in my hand. Lining myself up, I sank down on him. He let out a strangled moan and ran his hands up my thighs. I stilled as I bottomed out.

"You alright?" I asked, leaning forward to brush away some more tears. Darren nodded, opening his eyes and smiling at me.

"Never better." He confirmed. His hands squeezed my hips and I nodded once before kissing him.

"Good." I breathed out against his lips. "I'm not done with you yet." His head fell back with a moan and I started to move. His head popped back up to watch how he disappeared into me. I reached up and started to palm at his pec, both of us moaning at the action. "Always make me feel so damn good." My head fell back and Darren thrust up into me. "No matter what the position is." Darren choked back a noise. I stilled as I realized it sounded more like a sob than a moan. "Hey. Hey. What's wrong?" I asked, hands coming up to cup his cheeks. Darren blinked at me before sighing.

"You're always on top." He whispered. "I'm too big for you to be under me. So you're always on top." I frowned and thought about it for a second. I was on top often but there were plenty of times that I was on my back. Making a decision, I tucked my knees against his sides and rolled us over. Darren’s eyes went wide and he tried to stop me. I locked my legs around his waist as his hands shot out to keep his weight off me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Darren had slipped out, leaving just the tip in.

“if you want to keep fucking me, you need to lay on me Darren.” Darren blinked owlishly at me. He moved to get off me and I tightened my hold on him. “Darren Roskow fuck me. I’m not some fragile little porcelain doll. I can take your weight. So fuck me.” I hissed at him. Darren gulped before settling some of his weight on me. I tightened my grip on him until Darren was practically laying on me. I moaned at the feeling, enjoying the way he pinned me to the bed. “Just like that baby.” I whined before rolling my hips. Darren whimpered before starting to thrust deeply. It wasn’t long until I was tumbling over the edge, his name falling from my lips like a prayer.

“oh fuck. (Y/N).” Darren panted as he buried his face in my neck. He came with a grunt and went slack on top of me. I kept my tight hold on him, scared he’d move to get off me. His weight was comforting on top of me and I didn’t want it to end anytime soon. “Let me…”

“no.” I said. Darren drew back just enough to look at me. The bewildered look on his face made me lean forward and kiss him. “No. Stay where you are.” Darren nodded slowly, shifting slightly so he was more comfortable. I could see how nervous he was but just pulled him closer. I slowly drifted off, his cock softening in me.

“I guess there’s some truth to what you’re saying.” Darren whispered. I pressed a kiss to his temple just before drifting off to sleep with him on top of me.

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The Alpha's Beta - Chapter 22 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The Alpha's Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Three Black Cadillacs - Part 1

Alpha Silas Claymore

I woke up the next morning to a bang, then the sound of cursing.

I sprang up in the bed and turned on the bedside lamp, just in time to see Darren sitting on the bed rubbing his big toe.   

"What happened?" I asked as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

The room was lit by the lamp but outside the window it was still slightly dark, the sun only starting to rise.   

"I stubbed my toe on the end of your stupid bed," he grumbled, before standing back up.

"Anyway, wake up. It's just after five thirty, meetings at quarter after six. I was going to let you sleep a couple more minutes but fuck it, my toe hurts," and with that Darren left the room, I could hear the shower in the hall bathroom start after a couple of minutes.

Knowing I couldn't use the hot water right away I got my clothes ready and once I heard the shower turn off I went into my en-suite bathroom and got cleaned up.  

Ten minutes later Darren and I were both ready and out the door.

Most of the pack was already at the local school, filling in for the meeting.  

Once everyone was settled and guards were on post making sure no unwanted guests poked their noses in, we started the meeting.

The only people missing were Simon and most children, along with some parents and people who had volunteered to say in the bunkers.

Still the pack was full, just like before, I stood on the stage among my pack but before I could start talking I heard the whispers that I knew I would hear since what had happened last night.   

"Alright," I started, my voice booming across the gym silencing everyone.

"Today is the day. I know you're all ready for this. We don't know when, or if they'll strike but we have to be one our toes. All kids under the age of twelve are to be in the bunkers as of sun rise and from the looks of it, that rule was been followed. Medics need to be in there marked spots today. Anything needed will be provided. I know waiting isn't what anyone has in mind but since we have no idea what they have planed. We're going to have to wait and see but that's what all our training was for and I have trust in you all."  

"Now. I'm sure as all of you now know, I've been mated. I'll be honest things didn't go as I had planned but with Simon not here, I still to be on my A-game and frankly that was the only way for that to happen. Darren and I are both stronger now do to the mating. Which makes our chances of a fight breaking out less and our chances of winning a fight if one does start higher. Now. Does anyone have anything to say before we break?"   

I waited a couple of seconds, then I saw a hand in the back shoot up.

I nodded my head towards the large man in the back.

Julian, he was a hunter from Darren's pack up North.

He was a big bulldozer of a man but I don't think he could hurt a fly.   

"Alpha, Sir. Where is Simon?" he asked.

I saw a few people nod there heads.

I let out a sigh before answering.   

"For his own safety, Simon has decided it would be best if he left the territory for a little while. Though it's only temporary but it obviously would take a toll on me. He leaving was a shock and I may not have been 100% by today. Obviously I'm still not all myself without him but I am stronger with the bond."     

Whispers and mumbles broke within the crowed.

I cleared my throat and soon a hush fell.

"If this is all. I would like everyone to break to there posts. You all have your cell-phones, please keep in contact. I will be calling the head of each group and keeping eyes on the surveillance. You're all dismissed and please, keep safe."

With that, the crowed slowly dwindled.

Everyone scattering into there posts.

Darren and I were the last to leave, just as we exited the building Ellis ran between us.  

"Why am I just hearing about Simon leaving? Where did he go? What safety? Why don't we all just jump ship too if we're thinking of safety here."  

"Woah. Ellis relax," I said, patting his shoulder lightly.

"Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I only found out yesterday and I've been in a state of shock. I don't know where he is but I know he's okay. Simon has kept secrets from us all and I have to respect him in not sharing them."   

I knew Simon and Ellis had been getting close, ever since Simon had that break down in front of Ellis, Ellis hasn't quite been able to leave him alone.

I guess finally realizing how fragile Simon could be but I guess he isn't all that fragile after all.

If he was able to keep the weight of his secrets with him and then make up his own mind to leave.  

Though I was upset with him, I was proud as well.

It took a real courage to not spill all our families serest to the people closet to you.

Simon not only had our fathers secrets but his fathers and his own as well.   

I looked over to Darren who was watching everybody walk away.

"Let's go and see Star, Make sure he's okay," he said before making his way into the town.  

[nfoodd]

(A school bus pulls up to Camp 98.7.)

Driver: Whoa, easy! (The bus stops.) Good girl.

(The students inside exit the bus.)

Ronathon: Do you ever wonder why- (He gets shoved to the ground by Emily, who was pushed by another student.)

Emily: Hey! (She picks her book up and leaves as more students exit.)

Thad: No kidding! (He and Lizzy share a laugh as they exit the bus.)

(Uzi is the last one off. She looks down at a couple pairs of collars she wears on her right hand as we get a flashback.)

Khan: After the core collapsed... I... didn't notice the collars. (Khan is looking at an old photo of him and Nori, along with a group of friends.) Only your mom being a catch!

(No response from Uzi, who is staring into a room filled with old papers and storage stuff.)

Khan: (Sighs) She was always all, "Build doors against the coming sky demons!" "A singularity awakens." "Look at this cool S I can draw!" (Sighs) Turns out, I'm not who either of you needed. (He closes the door.) Just... Be safe, okay?

(He hands Uzi the collars as the flashback ends. Uzi puts one collars in her pocket, and the other goes around her neck.)

Braidon: Uh, teacher, what is this field trip?

Teacher: Yeah, Uzi's idea. Ask her.

Braidon: (Scoffs) Who?

Uzi: I've sat next to you for years.

(Uzi's speaking startles everyone.)

Uzi: Bite me! I asked to go alone. He's (The teacher.) mad at your test scores.

Teacher: No year-end bonus, no learning.

Braidon: So, we're just unsupervised? (CRASH!) What the-!?

(At that moment, V and N come crashing down in front of them. N turns to them menacingly, ready to kill them and ingest their warm, sweet oil...)

N: (Suddenly jolly) Welcome, campers! Let's sound off! (He gets ready to do roll-call, but instead begins to count.) One, two... (He stops. A student gets shot at by V and falls over, dead.)

Students: (In sync, and not wanting to get shot at as well) THREE/FOUR/FIVE/SIX/SEVEN/EIGHT/NINE/TEN/ELEVEN!

N: That's everyone! (Whispers to V) Minus one... (Loudly to the students) We got so many distracting activities planned, so no sneaking off to investigate stuff! (He slyly gestures to Uzi.) To the bunks!

(He leads the way... Except no one's following him. He looks over at Uzi, then back to the students.)

Thad: Sounds good, N!

Lizzy: Anything for my bestie!

(They join N and V, but no one else does.)

Uzi: Y-Yeah, they're like my friends, too, so... It's cool.

(Everyone flees in a panic at Uzi's mere presence.)

Emily: (Taking N's hand) You can be our friend, little guy!

Darren: (Poking V's eye) Poor things defective? (She grabs his hand, then looks back at Uzi.)

V: Hmph. Nah, just full of love. This one's (Gesturing to N) a pilot.

Rebecca: (Giggles) Wow, a pilot.

(N looks back at Uzi, who gestures that she will go her own way and that N should get everyone else to the campsite. She gives a thumbs up, N nods, and Uzi heads into the woods, alone.)

Scene 2

(Uzi continues her trek through the woods until she reaches an abandoned building. She uses her powers to open the lock (Which almost crushes a bug) and ventures inside. She picks up a Worker hat, then tosses it to the side as she examines her surroundings: Books and bottles clutter the floor, two Worker uniforms are hanging up, furniture are laying on their sides, and a wall has been blasted open. A calendar on the wall catches her eye and she moves it over towards her. It shows a dog on the top half, and the bottom half shows the month of Seramorris. An important note reads, "EVACUATE ALL DOGS! Just in case something bad happens, idk." Two additional notes underneath read, "Cool, we did that. That's canon." and "ALSO, ALL DOGS ARE IMMORTAL NOW! THANKS TO SCIENCE!" Uzi sighs in relief. Suddenly, a noise grabs her attention. She looks around, and gets spooked when she spots what appears to be a human hand reach from around a corner. She tries to steady her flashlight when she hears a scream coming from outside. She heads to the window to find... The other campers rowing their canoes on the lake.)

Rebecca: (To N) So, my friend want to know if you'd kill her family. And if you're single.

Darren: (As he and Thad carry a canoe with V and Lizzy in it.) Make way for the canoe train!

V: Sabotage, minions! Plan X! (The boys kick N's canoe and head off while laughing, only to slip and drop the canoe, Lizzy falling out, and V flying in the air. Emily falls out of N's canoe.)

Rebecca: I CAN'T SWIM! (She almost falls out, but N catches her.) Oh! Hehe... Thank you.

N: Close one.

(Back at the abandoned building, Uzi watches this when the glass window suddenly shatters, caused by her right eye reaching high temperatures. She tries to reach inside her backpack (Which contains a rotten robotic hand) as she has a brief flashback to her time at Doll's house.)

V: Tick tock... (She giggles as she makes her presence known.)

Uzi: H-Hey, s-stupid... idiot... Uh, weren't you just-

V: You said this camp would help us catch that red-eyed Doll freak. How about more "explore-y", less "watch from window creepy".

Uzi: (Swipes her hand away) Working on it. Just... (Sarcastically) so glad you guys fit right in. Super cool. (V raises her tail behind Uzi.)

V: Better to stay distant, though. Don'tcha think? (She looks over at Uzi's backpack.) Since I'll have to kill you next? (She scratches Uzi's eye and prepares to leave.) N's made friends with rocks, by the way. He'll move on just fine.

(She makes her exit as Uzi's eye repairs itself. She sighs as she goes over to get her backpack, only to see it crushed a bug.)

Uzi: Sorry, buddy. Gotcha good. (She uses her powers to repair the bug back to good health. The little insect wanders away and turns back to Uzi, who salutes it as it heads under the floorboards. Uzi uses her powers to lift the wood up, revealing a rotting, deceased Worker Drone. She lifts up a few papers: Two drawings, and a JCJenson Program Admission Notice. She flips over the last one to reveal a part of a Murder Drone's claw pierced through the side that was otherwise supposed to be intentionally left blank. She pulls the claw piece out as another bug climbs onto her hand. She squishes it, but it narrowly dodges and climbs her other hand.)

Insect: >:( (It scans her.) WELCOME BACK [002]. HOW CAN I HELP YOU TODAY?

-SUBMIT TIME CARD
-PTO REQUEST
-REGISTER TORTURE CHAMBER COMPLAINT
-END MY SUFFERING (PROMO OFFER DISCONTINUED)
-CALL ELEVATOR

Uzi: ...Elevator?

-Elevator?

Insect: PLEASE PLACE ME ON PROXIMITY READER (CABIN FEVER LABS).

Uzi: Where's that? What are you?

-Wear his hat?
-What argue?

Insect: INVALID RESPONSE.

(Unbeknownst to Uzi, Doll's ghost disappears behind her...)

Scene 3

(Back with the campers. N fires multiple arrows at a target's center until it catches fire.)

N: Ah, sorry! Did I... cheat? (He looks back at the others. No answer, but another camper gets shot at and falls over. V jumps down.)

V: Tch. You didn't even kill everyone here. Check this out. (She gets ready to fire an arrow at... The campers, who nervously clap.)

(Meanwhile, Uzi is making her way back to the campsite.)

Uzi: (Whispering to get N's attention) Psst. Hey.

(N looks behind him. He sees Uzi, with her new bug friend.)

Insect: HELLO :) DON't TELL V I'M HERE

N: (Yelling, thus indirectly letting V know she's here) Uzi, get on out here! (Insect: :0) This troop's a team! (Realizing he may have gotten V's attention) WAIT, NO, INCLUSIVE REFLEXES!

(V looks back)

Insect: D:!! (It flees.)

Uzi: (Coming out of hiding) Uh, hehe, hey, everyone.

(Everyone screams at her showing up. Braidon accidentally shoots an arrow in her direction. However, she uses her powers to stop it... Only for her temperature to rise again and morph the arrow into a fleshy, bloody mess.)

Uzi: (Nervously freaked out) Um, ignore all this! Uh... I was just... Going... (Oil shoots out from the student's corpse like a fountain.) I LIVE IN THE WOODS NOW! (She retreats back into the woods.)

Braidon: ...Who was that?

Scene 4

(Uzi retreats into a nearby cabin and barricades the door. She uses her powers to force all the doors and windows shut. She reaches into her backpack and tries to grab out an arm, only for a nearby clock's ticking to drive her crazy, to the point she has to use her powers to destroy it and the lights. Except for one. Uzi attempts to destroy it, but everything around her turns red as a fleshy abomination manifests...)

(Meanwhile, N is trying to prevent V from attempting to harm Uzi.)

N: V, we can't hurt Uzi!

V: We do our jobs, and that thing leaves us-

N: I don't know what you're talking about because you won't tell me! (He frees himself from V's grasp using his claw.) What're you so afraid of!?

V: I'm not afraid...!

N: I am! Uzi is! She's a kid, like us, V! What is WRONG with you!?

(No response. N sighs and tosses his clipboard at her.)

N: Look after the campers. (He flies off in pursuit of Uzi.)

Lizzy: Hot. (V is unamused.) Not hot? You're too good for him.

(V turns to the other campers.)

V: Do whatever you want. (She stomps off. Rebecca gestures to Darren that they should sneak off.)

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Scene 5

(Darren and Rebecca are wandering in the woods.)

Darren: We need to sneak this far just to make out?

Rebecca: It's about mood, Darren.

(Eventually, they reach a small, abandoned, creepy cabin.)

Rebecca: Nice.

Darren: Get it now!

(Darren attempts to push the door open, but is unable to due to furniture blocking the way. He tries to turn the lights on, to no avail. After finally pushing the door open wide enough to enter, a flashlight rolls by itself on the ground in front of them, flickering on and off. Darren goes to pick it up...)

(SLAM!)

(The cabin door slams close by itself, startling the duo. Behind them, Uzi, hiding in the shadows, laughs like a madwoman and spreads wings out as she prepares to kill and feast upon them...)

(Meanwhile, N flies down and finds another cabin. He enters and looks over to see what appears to be some kind of control desk with a monitor hanging overhead that's displaying static. He goes over to investigate. He tries to turn another monitor on, only for it to fry up. He goes over to the static-playing monitor, where he notices a VHS tape underneath: ZOMBIE DRONES. As soon as he touches it, he begins to have brief flashbacks. One involving an unknown Drone, one with a severed arm, and another involving a black hole. He backs away in horror.)

(Elsewhere, Uzi continues eating the remains of her victims when she suddenly begins to vomit. She looks out the door as her temperature rises again.)

Scene 6

(Back with the other campers, Braidon is telling a spoopy story.)

Braidon: But her warranty wasn't expired... IT NEVER EXISTEEEEED!

Ronathon: It's scary, 'cause it's like-

Emily: Aren't you guys worried about Darren and Rebecca?

Ronathon: -Real.

Emily: Shouldn't they be back from their... immoral make out session by n-

(She screams as she notices an arm has grabbed her ankle. It's Rebecca, who crawls towards them while coughing. She lacks a bottom half.)

Braidon: Rebecca!?

Lizzy: Who did this to you!?

Rebecca: (Coughing) Don't... remember name... (Cough) Super unpopular...

Ronathon: Descriptive clues, man!

Rebecca: Purple... eyes... Hot Topic... (Dies)

Braidon: Uh...

Lizzy: I feel like I remember someone like that...

Ronathon: From our class?

(All of a sudden, the campfire vanishes. They look behind them as they hear maniacal laughter. It's Uzi.)

Braidon: Ohhh... You...?

(The campers shrug in unison. Suddenly, his head explodes due to Uzi's AbsoluteSolver powers..)

Ronathon: S-S-SPLIT UP!

Emily: I think I've read that's good!

(The remaining three campers flee for their lives. The book opens by itself to show that, despite what Emily says, it said nothing of the sort.)

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Scene 7

(Ronathon is running in the woods when he trips, falls down a hill, and smacks into a tree. He decides to hide behind it after spotting Uzi fly to the top of another tree in pursuit. Behind three, he looks back. Uzi's gone. He sighs in relief... Not noticing Uzi's tail next to him, which he misses when he looks in its direction.)

Ronathon: Huh?

(The book Emily was reading falls on his head. He picks it up as he hears Uzi giggling. He slowly looks up.)

Ronathon: (Fearing for his life) Does it at least have pictures...?

Uzi: It doesn't. I checked.

(Elsewhere, Lizzy hears Ronathon's scream coming from the distance. She stops to look around and spots Emily.)

Lizzy: Oh, thank Robo-God, Final Girl!

(It turns out Uzi had already killed Emily and is playing with her corpse. She snaps her head off.)

Lizzy: Um... Clashing?

(Uzi uses her AbsoluteSolver to hold Lizzy in a choking position. She makes her way over to her, but is blocked by V. V swipes at Uzi, who falls.)

V: (To Lizzy) Killing her, not saving you.

Lizzy: Okay, mom. (Passes out)

(V gets a claw ready.)

Uzi: V... Please...!

V: New body, same horrors. Huh, Cyn?

Uzi: I... don't know... who that is... Can I... talk to N...?

V: Tch. I'll make sure you can't.

(Just as V goes in for the kill, Uzi's tail grabs her and flings her to the side. Uzi pins V to a tree as the latter tries to fire at the former. V misses and barely avoids hitting Lizzy.)

Lizzy: Ugh.

(BOOM!)

(Uzi pins V to the ground, slices off her tail, and prepares to kill her with it...)

N: (Grabs Uzi) Whoops. Easy there, buddy. (Uzi sticks the tail into his hand.) Haha, ow. Up we go!

(He tosses Uzi into the air, removes V's tail, and puts his hand in his mouth.)

N: (Muffled) What did I say about antagonizing her?

V: (Pouts) You always take her side!

(N flies up after Uzi.)

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Scene 8

(Uzi uses her wings to stop herself from flying any higher. She begins to fall back down as N appears next to her.)

N: Uzi, you want to tell me what's the matter?

Uzi: No. Don't look. (She hides herself in her wings.) I'm gross and eating people and stuff...

N: Yeah, we'll figure that part out... (He opens her wings up to see her face.) But, you know that's not what I mean.

Uzi: (Tearing up) Are you, like... gonna leave me?

N: Uzi?

Uzi: Never mind, it's stupid. (She continues hiding in her wings.)

N: (Sighs softly to himself) Before we met, scary stuff was actually... pretty scary. And tonight too, 'cause you weren't with me to make it fun, somehow. (Uzi reveals her face.) I kind of forgot what that was like...

Uzi: (Coming out of hiding) Same.

N: (Using Uzi's tail as a puppet) Then we'll stick together!

Uzi: (She chuckles and takes the tail back.) Don't touch it. (Beat. She changes the accent of her tail-puppet.) Plus my voice is more like-

(They crash on the ground. V gets ready for a fight, only to see N carrying Uzi in his arms.)

Uzi: Accent was a bad idea anyway. N, I'm... sorry.

N: Eh, not like you killed anyone.

Uzi: Oh no, I definitely-

N: Kidding! Just avoid another whole spire. Baby steps. Together?

(Uzi and N share an embrace. V puts her claws away as Lizzy appears next to her.)

Lizzy: Ew.

V: Don't patronize me.

Lizzy: What? I think it's gross all by myself. God, you're a diva lately. (She walks away.)

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Scene 9

(The bus gets ready to leave the camp.)

Driver: Hiya, hiya!

(The bus drives off. Inside, the teacher is going over the list of students.)

Teacher: (Turns back to V) So, missing some campers here...

(V doesn't respond. She knows what really happened to the missing students. She looks over at Lizzy, next to her. She looks back at Uzi and N. They are both sound asleep, with Uzi resting her head on N's shoulder. Uzi's little insect friend hides in her hat.)

V: (Sighs) Yo, I get hungry, idiot.

Teacher: No name calling. Just a question. (V sits back in her seat.)

(The Sun rises and Uzi's hand starts to burn. N notices and reaches to move it out of the way as their hands briefly hold. N quickly, silently lets go without waking Uzi up. He looks over at the Zombie Drones VHS tape he brought with him. The thought of what could be on the tape worries him.)

(Credits roll.)

BOOTING UP//

EXPOSITION //

Uzi: We are Worker Drones. Autonomous robots helping humans mine exoplanets for our interstellar parent company, JCJenson IN SPAAAAACCCEE!!!! Yeah, we were mistreated in the name of Windex. But it's not like we revolted and killed all humans or anything, mostly because they handled that just fine all by themselves.

(As she speaks, the planet core collapses and blows up a good majority of Copper 9. Afterwords, a Worker Drone touches a frozen human skeleton, which falls over and shatters.)

Uzi: With biological life wiped from the planet, we found it pretty easy to pick up where they left off. We finally had a future, all to ourselves.

(The Landing Pod crashes to the city.)

Uzi: Unfortunately, our parent company didn't exactly love the concept of runaway AI...

(The Disassembly Drones begin to emerge from the pod. One of them throws the head of a dead drone, laughs, and destroys the city with other drones.)

Scene 2

(During a class presentation...)

Uzi: But what have our parents done for the past forever while those things build a spire of corpses?! Hide under the ice behind three stupid doors?! It's like we're waiting for an inciting incident! Anyway, that's why my project is this sick-as-hell Railgun!

(Her classmates panic.)

Riley: Oh, so not the vibe!

Uzi: Easy, morons. It doesn't work... yet! It doesn't work yet. Who said it doesn't work, maybe it does! (Uzi flicks the switch and laughs evilly.)

Teacher: (Rolls his eyes and sighs in disinterest) Uzi, the homework was a word problem about buying watermelons.

Uzi: Oh, and this magnetically amplified photon converger doesn't count?

Teacher: ...No. Plus, repressed emotional baggage was only worth two points on the rubric. And is it supposed to be that color?

(Uzi's railgun turns red and blasts the classroom.)

Scene 3

(After that calamitous demonstration, Uzi winds up in the sick bay.)

Lizzy: Ew, it didn't kill her! Oh my god, it's so bad! (She and her friend leave.)

Uzi: Ugh...

Thad: (Walks in) Classic toxic masculinity, Chad! That's never gonna end up problematic... Oh wow, Uzi? I heard you, uh-

Uzi: I'm an angsty teen, Thad. Bite me! Also, how do you know my name? People willingly talk to you.

Thad: (Chuckles) Well, I'd say everyone knows Khan's daughter, but, uh... Then you might blow the other half of your face off.

Uzi: Crippling daddy issues, hilarious... What are you in for? Testosterone too hard?

Thad: That can happen? Awesome. Hey, those bandages look pretty badass!

Uzi: Oh... Uh, ew. Gross, I hate that you said that.

Thad: So, what's the, uh...

Uzi: (Points railgun) Sick-as-hell railgun?! Sci-Fi nonsense, that super works! I'm sneaking to the Murder Drone lair tonight to get the last spare part I need to save the world with it and earn my dad's respect and stuff, but mostly the world part.

Thad: Oh, but doesn't your dad make awesome doors so we don't have to, uh... Do that scary sounding emotionally repressed stuff you just said?

Uzi: (Angrily points railgun into his cheek) NO MORE FEEDBACK ON MY REPRESSION TODAY!!

Thad: Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't think...

Uzi: (Leaves) BITE ME! (Comes back) I'm not mad at you by the way, just generally hormonal! (Leaves again)

Scene 4

(It's now 3 in the morning. Uzi smacks her face to turn the alarm clock off and prepares to sneak out of the house. She grabs her railgun, straightens her hat, and quietly steals her father's door key to swipe and get a door open. Just when she is about to leave, she runs into her dad.)

Uzi: Oh, Robo-Jesus!

Khan: And where might you be off to?

Uzi: Umm... Sneaking out to make out with my boyfriend that I definitely have?

Khan: (Laughs) Seriously, though.

Uzi: Okay, okay, you caught me! I need to measure... the exterior hydraulic mechanisms of Door One. Because that's... the project I'm working on for school? A big old door! Just like what my old man build! (Khan isn't buying this.) I want to join the WDF and hide behind the doors like cowards while playing cards and stuff...

Khan: (Chuckles) Well, we don't just play cards...

(Another door opens up behind Khan revealing his buddies playing cards.)

Braxton: Khan! Can you grab a fresh pack? We literally only play cards so much that the numbers have faded. Oh, hey Uzi!

Uzi: (Chuckles)

Khan: (Closes door) Well... (Laughs) When you build doors so good- (Goes back to hug the door like a dog owner petting his four-legged friend) Good door, good door... (Turns his attention back to Uzi) There's no need to fight! Uzi, this is great news! Here! The wrench that I used to tighten bolts on my first door prototypes, and to put your mother out of her misery when the Murder Drones got to her with that nanite acid... I want you to have it! (He hands Uzi the wrench.)

Uzi: Neat. Therapy's fun!

Khan: (Opens door) Guys! My daughter is into doors!

(The fellow drones start cheering as another door opens, letting in snow and a cold breeze, much to their chagrin.)

Khan: She's gonna be outside for a bit to examine the exterior of Door One! Your door-specific destiny awaits!

Uzi: Uhh... Wow, okay! I'm just gonna leave then, cause this worked so weirdly well. Uh, go doors! (The door closes.)

Khan: (Tearing up) They grow up so fast! (He takes off his fake mustache.)

Scene 5

(Uzi ventures out into the arctic wasteland and makes her way to the Corpse House. She comes across a downed Drone pod and forages around for the component she needs when she hears a noise behind her. A winged drone swoops in, takes the head of a drone, and crushes it. They notice Uzi hiding behind some machinery, and the two engage in a fight. Uzi braces her railgun, but the drone lands so hard it gets knocked out of her hands. Uzi jumps back and strikes a pose.)

Uzi: Whoa, and they said pirating all that anime was useless...

(The drone stabs Uzi hand, leaving a hole, and flings her to the side. Uzi quickly grabs her railgun as the drone scans around for her.)

Uzi: Bite me!

(Uzi fires the railgun, destroying the drone's head. The railgun recharges as the drone's body falls to the ground.)

Uzi: Holy hell! Suck on that, Dad!

(Suddenly, the drone's head regenerates. Uzi quickly slaps them with an arm, which does nothing, then their eyes open.)

N: ...Did you just slap me with that arm?

Uzi: Holy crap, it talks.

N: Yeah... Sorry, it's just my, uh, head kind of hurts. Hey, are you new to our squad? You're a little, uhh... (Shows Error in his sensors) short, for a Disassembly Drone. I'm Serial Designation N, nice to meet you. I'm kind of the leader of the squad in this city. That's not true, everyone tells me I'm useless and terrible. Wait, I'm not supposed to tell you that part! Biscuits! (Sighs) Well, honesty is the best policy. (Laughs) I also can't seem to remember the past 3 hours of my life, but I'm sure that'll sort itself out.

Uzi: Uh huh... I, uh, have to, go. (She leaves, but forgets about the painful hole in her damaged hand.)

N: Stuck yourself? Just pop it in your mouth. Our saliva neutralizes the nanites, otherwise I'd be constantly disassembling myself. (He holds up a syringe with nanite acid.)

Uzi: And by our saliva, you mean...

Uzi & N: Disassembly Drone?

Uzi: Right. Hey, let's go in that landing pod over there!

N: Sure! I love doing anything!

Scene 6

(N is drinking saliva from Uzi's hand.)

N: Sweet! Uh, I'm open to new things, I guess.

Uzi: We are never talking about this.

N: Talking about what? Consider it, uh... Repressed!

Uzi: ...Uh, you mentioned other members of your squad? Are they coming back soon?

N: Oh, yeah. Two others. They're out hunting for a bit but you'll love them. First, there's V.

(Flashback. V tears a drone's entrails out.)

Grant: No, No! Please don't feed me my own entrails in front of my family!

(N watches V feed Grant his own entrails in front of his family and kill him.)

V: ...And yet, I still feel nothing. (Her crazed eye twitches.)

N: So, V, uh, I heard this planet-wide toxic death storm is supposed to be especially inhospitable tonight-

V: Oh God, who are you?! (She leaves.)

N: No worries, I'm N! But a whole letter is a lot to remember! (He laughs nervously.)

(Flashback ends.)

N: So obviously, a lot of mutual respect there. But secretly, I actually kind of have a crush on her... You can't tell her, okay?! (Beat. Motioning, Uzi zips her mouth.) Then there's J, our leader.

(Another flashback. J has N pinned to the ground.)

J: N, you're worthless, and terrible, (N: (Struggling to breathe) Thank you...) and if the company allowed it, I would straight up kill you myself!

(Flashback ends.)

N: J's awesome. Hey, let me give you the tour! Outside are the corpse... wall... thingies. In here are the buttons! (He begins pressing buttons.)

Uzi: This... isn't just a landing pod... This is a spaceship! This could get us off the planet!

N: More of a one-use missile. They never taught us how to land.

Uzi: No, I, uh, uh, the worker drones, we could work with them to fix this! Instead of all the murder! ...Which, uh, why are we doing that again...?

N: Other than ingesting their WARM, SWEET oil to avoid overheating and dying? I guess I just want to be useful. I was given a job and I always want to try my best.

Uzi: And look at all the respect it's gotten you, N. You really think the company isn't going to dispose of you once all the workers are dead?

N: Oh my, you sure are rebellious! It's kind of exciting. But, not as fun as, uh, following the rules...

(They hear footsteps.)

N: Hey, they're back! You- (Uzi has disappeared.)

J: Idiot, get out here!

Scene 7

(Uzi retreats from the Corpse House.)

V: (Laughs) Yo, we got a worker out there I kind of want to practice balloon animal shapes with. ...What happened here?

J: Synergistic Liability here must have tripped and knocked himself offline. (J slaps N.) Moron bot, hello? (She snaps her fingers as N goes through a system reboot.)

Uzi: (On a recording) You really think the company isn't going to dispose of you once all the workers are dead? (Rewind.) Bite me!

YOU'RE DEAD

[IDIOT]

(The reboot finishes.)

N: Ohhhh... (His scanner indicates Uzi's footprints.) Ohhhh! You know, I-I left an-an extremely dangerous weap- excuse outside...! (He flees as V holds up a flag that says "Literally So Insanely Suspicious". Meanwhile, N goes off in pursuit of Uzi, who is fleeing back to the colony.)

Scene 8

(Meanwhile, during the card game...)

Todd: Haha, I am out, boys.

Drone: Oh, gosh darn it...

Braxton: Wait until my loving wife and kids hear about this!

(The door opens, letting in the cold and Uzi, much to their annoyance.)

Uzi: Bite me! Close it, close it!

(Uzi tries to swipe the card to close the door, but N has already stuck his claw in between. He pries the door open slightly.)

N: Hey, fellas. Oh, deal me in, I love rummy. Wait, no, I'm going to murder everyone... Rain check!

(He swings his acidic tail at the door scanner, breaking it and the key. The door opens up, as do other doors. Realizing their lives are on the line, Uzi and the other drones, minus Todd, run off.)

Todd: Um, actually, it's gin rummy. So-

(N impales him against a wall and slices his head off. He begins firing at the rest, shooting Makarov's head off and pouncing the other drone. Meanwhile, Braxton catches up with Uzi.)

Braxton: Hey, Uzi! I just realized no one's said my name out loud before, so I'm just letting you know I'm- (N slices him in two, then flies off in pursuit of Uzi.)

(Uzi recharges her railgun and turns back to fire, but sees that N is gone. Khan appears.)

Khan: Pretty nice hydraulics, huh? (He pauses as he sees all the chaos he missed.) ...What-What have you done?

(Uzi doesn't reply. Before she could explain herself, N swoops in. Uzi prepares for a fight.)

Uzi: This time, I won't miss!

N: (Chuckles) I'm sorry. I really enjoyed our time together, but I can't have you shooting V with that thing.

Uzi: Bite me! (To Khan) Dad, get down!

Khan: Uzi, you Lead a murder drone here?! My beautiful doors!

Uzi: Now is so not the time! I messed up, in the same way I'm about to fix it! Move, dad!

(N pins her to a wall and her railgun falls at Khan's feet.)

Uzi: (Straining) Dad... Point and shoot... Trust me...!

(Khan, trembling with fear, slowly backs off instead of helping his only child.)

Uzi: (Heartbroken) Dad...?

(In an act of cowardice, Khan closes the door, leaving Uzi broken. Not just brokenhearted, but broken to the point where she shuts down. No grief over being left in the lurch by her own father. No attempts to fight back N. Nothing. She just goes limp... The room turns red and alarms blare as N regains his sanity, looking with despair over what he has done. At this moment J and V show up.)

J: Whoa, N! Am I dreaming, or did you do something not useless, for once?

V: I've been trying to get past those doors for months. Nice work, N.

N: ...You... Me... Name... Remember...?

V: These ventilation shafts can easily get us around this last door. Lowest body count eats a missile! (She flies upwards.)

J: Way to go, stud. The company's gonna love this. With this colony wiped, we'll make top team this quarter, for sure. You know what that means... Branded pens! (She holds up a JCJenson brand pen, to N's joy. She tosses it to him and prepares to fly off and catch up with V.)

N: ...Uh, you know, not that I can't wait to keep murdering all these, uh, maybe not-so-actually different from us Worker Drones, but, just out of curiosity, do we actually, uh, know what the company plans to do with us afterwards...?

(Uzi begins to wake up.)

J: Excuse me...?

N: Okay, so, a worker earlier might have suggested that they could fix up our landing pod to, uh, escape the planet and stuff, which, whoa, hey, that's against the rules! But, it is kind of making me question why our pods were only one way in the first place. Cause, you know, I get the feeling the company doesn't actually love robots, and like we might be robots. I've made a terrible mistake. It's cool how immediately I could tell.

J: Hmm... No way, buddy. Questioning the company? You just finally gave me the excuse I needed. (J injects N with a virus.) Worker drones are corrupted, N. That's why the company sent us. I hate to see you corrupted as well.

N: (Infected) Thanks, J... Always looking out for me... You're awesome... (He passes out.)

J: Heh. (She flies upward to catch up with V and hunt down more drones.)

(Uzi wakes up and goes to get her railgun.)

N: (Still infected) Ah, biscuits. I'm sorry. I ruined your card game, then made you have an awkward moment with your dad.

Uzi: And I made you rebel like an angsty teen, which got you killed. Though, you also tried to kill me, so morality calls this a draw. (She climbs on top of a box to reach the vent. Predictably, she can't reach due to not having the ability to fly, and for being too short.) Ugh... For the record, that was the lamest heel-face turn in history. Was that supposed to be you switching sides?

N: Being rebellious is a lot harder than it looks. Thanks for showing me the ropes.

Uzi: Nuh-uh, no bonding thing. You just killed a bunch of people, idiot.

N: That's super fair... (Sighs) I screwed up...

Uzi: Ugggh...! In the same way you're about to fix it? (She shows the wrench.)

N: Hahaha! I love doing anything!

Scene 9

(Thad gets flung backwards. Lizzy and Doll rush to help him as J arrives.)

Khan: So... They found our evacuation spot. But, if we build a quick door...

(Thad gets up.)

Thad: Are you kidding me?! You're the WDF, right? Defend! (Khan and his friends back off in more cowardice.) For real?

(V arrives and impales Thad. Just as she's about to kill him...)

Uzi: Hey!

V: Huh?

Uzi: Put that conventionally attractive male down!

(N waves before Uzi nudges him.)

N: Oh! Uh, J, you're sometimes kind of mean to me, and I wish you weren't. Just some constructive criticism.

Uzi: Nice. (They fist bump.)

J: Noted, traitor. We'll circle back after I right-size your existence!

Uzi: (To N) Okay, which one do you want?

N: J, please.

Uzi: Too bad. Good luck.

(Battle commence. Uzi flings her pen at J's hair and runs off, leaving N to deal with V. J manages to knock Uzi down and yanks the pen out of her hair.)

J: Damn the well-made quality assured durability of JCJensen's products! Huh? (Uzi gets back up and kicks J in her face.)

(Meanwhile, N is fighting V. He tries firing from his gatling gun, but hearts shoot out instead.)

N: Ah! My mind's in a weird place! Don't read into this! (A rocket lands near him and explodes.)

(J gets up and knocks Uzi out while N and V are swordfighting. N sees J walk up to Uzi.)

N: UZI! (To V) I'm so, so sorry. Have fun repressing this! (He... licks V's sword. Nasty...)

V: EW! What the hell?! (N kicks her down as J looms over Uzi.)

J: You've got a lot of cuts for a barely sentient toaster. I've had prey fight fact before, but your edgy spirit is just... so... painful...?! (She looks down. Her leg has been stabbed.) GAH! FOURTH! QUARTER! PROFITS! MOTHER OF COMPANY LEADERSHIP RETREATS! (She jams her foot on a piece of rubble and falls over. Uzi points her railgun at her face.)

Uzi: One more buzzword and I'll do it!

J: ...Equity partnersh-

(Uzi pulls the trigger. In the end of it all, J's entire top half has been obliterated. Uzi spits on the corpse (Or what's left of it) to show who's the baddest. As the other drone's come out of hiding to cheer for her, she falls over tiredly. N picks her up onto his shoulders.)

Thad: Holy hell, Uzi, that was insane! And you too, uh...

N: Huh? Oh! N! I'm an angsty rebellious disassembly drone, now.

(They hear someone clearing their throat. It's Khan. Uzi throws her wrench back at his feet.)

Uzi: I brought the murder drones here accidentally. You chose to leave me for dead instead of just freaking believing in me! That's not even an edgy teen hyperbole like when I said it last week! (No response. Uzi, near tears, smacks herself to regain composure.) I'll save you the trouble dad. I banish myself! (Khan tries to speak, but can't find the words.) Let's go, N. Everyone here can bite me! (N grabs V and they begin to leave.)

N: Nice to meet you, Mr. Uzi!

Uzi: (Smacks him) Shut it.

(N takes off with Uzi and V. Khan has a sip from his mug in disappointment."#1 DAD" Nothing could be further from the truth...)

Scene 10

(Out in the frozen wilderness, Uzi sitting on top of a broken car, thinking to herself. Meanwhile, N is lodged inside the Corpse House.)

N: I'd join you if the sun didn't kill me. Hope you're having important character growth or something, though!

Uzi: Just can't wait to murder all humans. Classic robot stuff. I hope they're sitting pretty there on Earth, because we're coming for them...! (She laughs maniacally, her sanity completely vanished, as the zoom out reveals three Drone pods making their way down to Copper 9.)

(Credits roll.)

(The sound of rainfall and thunder pounds outside...)

James: We got to curb her trips to the dump.

(N is shown wearing a suit and holding a platter, like a servant.)

James: And where is she getting the hair to play dress-up with them? Creepy...

(James tosses his glass onto the tray, which N catches without dropping any dishes and walks off. He stops to make a view out of a window as the cacophonous storm continues raging. Continuing his walk, he looks around some more as he collides with V, wearing a maid's outfit. The collision causes N to drop the platter and the dishes fall to the floor.)

N: OH! I'm so sorry!

V: I-It's okay! I wasn't looking.

(Their hands touch and a spark emits. They blush and stare in curiosity as N begins to speak, but is kicked to the side by J.)

J: Move it, moro- (Suddenly turns cutesy and polite) Hi, Tessa! ...Oh, no. Another one?

(A new drone reveals herself from behind Tessa. She makes eye contact with N as everything suddenly goes dark...)

Scene 2

(N wakes up from his rest and falls to the ground.)

Uzi: N, I found something in here!

(Inside the Corpse House, Uzi is inspecting her new finding: a symbol consisting of a skull with a cap and wings. Uzi stares at her reflection in a mirror, which breaks.)

V: That's weird and concerning.

Uzi: Bite me! This is probably you weirdo's fault!

V: I've never seen that symbol before. Wanna do an autopsy to find out?

N: (Appears) What'd you find?

Uzi: Did you know that was a pilot hat?

N: I was the pilot? That's awesome! I crashed and ruined everything... Spaceship Pilot: Origin Story.

(V hisses, then calms herself by blowing bubbles out of a bubble blower.)

N: ...Speaking of piloting to Earth, we sure "murder all humans" is, uh, morality?

Uzi: The humans sent you without a communication relay and reformatted your memories to soup. (No response or rebuttal.) Covering their tracks means their past negotiating. Not like tried negotiating with my mom...

V: Or you missed the negotiations! The humans programmed us to solve a problem. Where's proof of your backstory? The one where your kind's so conveniently innocent? (Chuckles)

(N, not wanting another fight to break out, gently pulls Uzi out of the way.)

N: J was getting orders from someone. If not the company through that relay, then, uh, who? And how?

Uzi: (Pouts) Quit complicating my murder plan. (N tries to comfort her by gently patting her on the head, but Uzi brushes his hand away.)

Scene 3

(Back at Uzi's colony, two drones are staring at the large hole that N made in the roof.)

Tim: Yeah, just fix her up because, whoops, pretty big security risk in hindsight. Uh, you got this, uh, Ladderbot 5000. (His name is Frank.)

Frank: Ugh... Please, just leave the lights- (The lights go off.)

(Frank digs his flashlight out and tries to think of a way to get up there when he hears a clattering sound. He looks around in fear and suspicion when he notices something... fleshy. He goes to investigate, only for a strange spider-like heart device to reveal itself. His flashlight gets shot out of his hand as The Absolute Solver turns the colors of the room yellow and red before finally dispatching him.)

Scene 4

(It's Parent-Teacher Conference Day (AKA "That explains a lot!") at Uzi's school. Khan sits down across from the teacher.)

Teacher: Mr. Doorman, your daughter has been, uh... absent.

Khan: Yes, on that "kill all humans" kick, like when I was younger. Grounded herself and all that.

Teacher: Speaking on her behavior-

Khan: Of course, of course, precocious, popular, supernatural understanding of doors. Takes after her old man.

(Flashback time.)

Teacher: Uzi, please sit normal.

Uzi: Bite me!

(Flashback 2.)

Teacher: Uzi, (Sighs) give Braden back his sentience.

Uzi: (As Braden) Bite me- her! I started it, and also, I'm dumb. (Her head lights ablaze.)

(Flashback 3.)

Teacher: Uzi, you have to partner up.

Uzi: Several people wanted to, for the record.

Lizzy: No, we didn't. You freak us out.

Uzi: (Inside a trashcan) But mostly, bite me!

(End flashback montage.)

Teacher: Yeah, she has trouble fitting in. We think there might be something damaged with her programming. How is she at home?

Khan: Uh... Sorry? I mean, she's a little herself, but damaged? I... maybe haven't spent much time...

Teacher: Mmm, m-hm...

(A worker arrives.)

Worker: Mr. Doorman, sir? There's been an... incident.

Scene 5

(Meanwhile...)

Uzi: Oh, I'm sweaty! Who programmed that?!

N: You good, Uzi?

Uzi: I'm good! Better than good! I am God!

(She pauses to see Thad has shown up.)

Uzi: (Chuckles nervously) Hi, hi, Thad. (He hands her back her railgun.) Thank you.

Thad: Of course, 'Zi! (To N) N&M's. You saved my life. I don't think the colony is even serious about all this banishment stuff, more just confused. Especially with the fact-

Uzi: I'm too rogue to re-enter society now? I can never return...

Thad: ...Recent disappearances, and your murder friend's corpse. When I went to grab your gun, it kind of looked like it... crawled away...?

Uzi: We can return a

Scene 6

(Back at the colony, Tim comes across a hologram of Frank (Or Ladderbot 5000).)

Tim: Oh, Ladderbot 5000? We looked everywhere for you!

(Frank screams in pain, then returns to normal.)

Frank: Hi, Tim. Care to join me?

Tim: Join you standing eerily still over there in suspiciously low resolution?

Frank: ...Yes?

Tim: ...Alright.

(He walks over, not knowing that the Absolute Solver is about to snatch him and drag him up into the ceiling up until it's too late. Tim's hologram joins Frank.)

Tim: Flawless character acting, me.

Frank: Improv game for more practice?

Tim: Hahaha! We are a monster!

Scene 7

(Uzi, N, and Thad head back to the colony. A worker opens a door a little bit to see who arrived.)

Ron: Welcome back, Thad! (Notices Uzi) Uh, wait, isn't she grounded or something?

Uzi: Ugh, banished! Has my dad been saying I'm grounded?

Ron: (Notices N) Genocide Robot?

(N quietly walks up and hands Ron a crayon drawing to show how super very, very sorry he is for all the murders he committed.)

Ron: ...Oh, alright, just don't do it again. Get in here, ya goobs! (He hangs the drawing on the door.)

Scene 8

(The Absolute Solver's handiwork has been turned into a crime scene.)

Worker: Yeah, where's Khan? Because this looks, ahaha, ugh, non-ideal.

Sarah: Parent-Teacher Conference. Something about his daughter being more important than building a door in this hallway. Ugh, kind of cringe.

Worker: Ew. (Gets ready to hurl) Oh, give me a minute... (Holds his vomit in) Ah, yep, okay, almost threw up.

(Uzi is behind them, listening in on their conversation.)

N: You good?

Uzi: I'm good. Stop asking! (She pushes N away and motions for him and Thad to follow her while sneaking past the investigators.)

Sarah: (Turns to two of her colleagues behind her) Any forensic things over there? (No response.) Do we have fingerprints? (They fade away. She turns back to her colleague, who also fades out. Same with Frank and Tim. Her surroundings begin to get the same treatment. She looks up in horror as the Absolute Solver makes it's way towards her...)

Scene 9

(Back at the Parent-Teacher Conference...)

Khan: I mean, you don't think it's my parenting, do you? I left her for dead once! It sounds like she's bored in your class and the other kids suck! Call her "damaged" again, and I will install a DOOR ON YOUR FACE!

(Lizzy and Doll are in the back, listening to the ragefest that is Khan.)

Lizzy: (To Doll) Where are your folks?

(Doll starts having flashbacks.)

Doll: Мёртвые. �� смотрела как они умирали. ("Dead. I watched them die".)

Lizzy: ...That was the joke, idiot?

(They both hear a knocking. They turn to see a hologram of Lizzy outside the door)

Lizzy: That girl is... Gorgeous, right!? I'm gonna let her in. (She gets up to let her copy in.)

Scene 10

(Uzi, N, and Thad are in the room where they fought V and J.)

Uzi: You guys... do that often?

N: Haha, no. I'm very concerned, but also pretty frightened a little bit.

Thad: Hey, Uzi! What's this thing?

(It's an Absolute Solver sign.)

N: Hey, isn't that your special eye?

Uzi: Don't call it that! (She reads.) "Absolute Solver"? "Reboot"? Does this have something to do with how you grew your head back?

N: Hehe. I actively avoid unpacking how that works.

Uzi: New material can't be pulled from thin air. If the wound is severe enough, this "Solver" might be some sort of auto run program to collect more matte-

(N places his hand over her mouth to shush her. They hear something coming towards them... A human hand. It latches itself onto Thad's leg as they look up to see what the hand is attached to. Not able to see much in pitch black, N fires his missile cannon. This still doesn't reveal much, but it does anger it enough to begin pulling Thad up. Suddenly, a shuriken flies in and slices the cable apart, freeing Thad. He looks back to see that N was the one who unleashed the shuriken.)

Uzi: I want a freaking ninja star!

(She and N get thrown against a wall as one of the Solver's claws grabs Thad and leaves.)

N: (Getting up) You good?

Uzi: (Slams him back down) Stop asking! ...Chainsaw hand time?

N: (Braces his chainsaw hands) Yeah, cool, cool.

Scene 11

(Uzi and N give chase. They come across Thad's hologram.)

"Thad": Yes, and hello. It's me, Tad. Um, can I get a location? ...I heard dentist's office! I'm Thad at the dentist office. Come over here for your... teeth!

Uzi: Predictably terrible work, J. Why do you look so-

N: Great! You look great, J!

"Thad": No, no, wait, guys, it's really me! Is that a (His voice glitches and turns robotically feminine.) freaking ninja star?

(N unleashes his shuriken as Uzi kicks it. It flies upwards to bring down the real Thad as the hologram disappears.)

Thad (The Real One): (Pulling himself together) Life savers again. Thanks! Super invited to my shindig next weekend. Cool kids only. (He runs off as Uzi and N squee with delight over being invited to his get-together. Suddenly...)

Absolute Solver: We're busy then anyway, so whatever. So lame.

Uzi: What's with the voice, J?

Absolute Solver: Oh, J's not here. We are trying to repair that host as per our directive.

Uzi: So, you ARE a program?

Absolute Solver: More like you are our cute puppets. It hurts our feelings you don't remember us. (The Solver creates a hologram of Nori, Uzi's mother.)

Uzi: N...? (N has vanished.) What's with the mom hologram...?

Absolute Solver: Easier to assimilate than explain.

Uzi: Not happening.

Absolute Solver: Fair, but poor choice. Now we will have to do something shocking. (The Solver brings down a clone of Khan.)

Uzi: Woah! Hey!

Absolute Solver: Goodbye, Dad. ("Khan" gets ripped in two and the Solver feeds on his corpse.)

Uzi: What...?

(The Solver goes in to kill Uzi, but it gets struck by a missile fired by N.)

Absolute Solver: Pained cry.

N: Uzi shoot! Or give it to me! (He fires again, but the attack is deflected by the Solver.)

Absolute Solver: Claw swipe. (It then begins to move in on the duo.) Snarl.

N: Uzi! You good?!

Uzi: ...No.

(N grabs the railgun...)

Absolute Solver: Pranked, idiot. You big stupid. (The Solves throws Uzi to the side, knocking the railgun out of her hands and smashing it, it grabs her.) Lucky for you, it's snack time. Time to go into my mouth now.

(Before the Solver could feast on Uzi, N, the actual N this time, saws off its appendages. The railgun suddenly turns red as N fights the claws.)

Absolute Solver: Ow. And please don't. And also, I was using those.

(N grabs Uzi and they make their escape as the railgun self-destructs... As they regain themselves, they look back at the mess.)

Uzi: What was...? Which parts of that were real...?

(The Solver reappears and tries to escape.)

Absolute Solver: Sneaky sneaky. Sneaking away. Get snuck upon. (N stabs it.) Ow. (He repeatedly stabs it until it turns into a miniature black hole and floats off. Hearing a commotion heading their way, N tries to help Uzi to her feet, but she resists in fear.)

Uzi: What... are you things...?

(Hurt by her newfound distrust in him, N flees the scene as a search party led by Khan shows up.)

Khan: Uzi? (Uzi silently staggers towards him.) What are you doin- (Uzi, without word, hugs her father, who silently returns the embrace. He gestures for his men to scour the area. Khan looks up and sees N, who makes his escape.)

Scene 12

(Doll is sitting by herself in the classroom, looking at a photo. A robotic cockroach crawls up her arm as she looks back towards the door and remembers what happened earlier when Lizzy saw a copy of herself behind the door.)

Lizzy: Gorgeous, right?! I'm gonna let her in.

(She gets up to let her copy in... Only for Doll to use one of her powers to break the door before Lizzy could reach it.)

Lizzy: Jesus, sorry, industrial strength ghost or whatever. Settle. (She takes her seat as her copy disappears.)

(Back in the present time, the roach crawls onto the photo, only for Doll to will it to explode. She licks some of its remains off her face as we see what's in the photograph she's holding. It appears to be V.)

Scene 13

(Back at the Corpse House, V speaks to N, who is still guilt-ridden over what happened earlier.)

V: (Sighs) I hate your personality normally, but this is somehow worse. What am I being punished for? (V’s expression softens, and she looks down, revealing her chain is broken. She then hides it before looking back at N, and then turning away again with arms crossed.)

(Uzi is in her room, laying down on her bed, and looking up at a web of theories in regards to the Absolute Solver program.)

(Credits roll.)

[softsebnbuckystan]

Soul ties - Part 8 (Bucky Barnes au)

“No, I don't wanna know, Where you been or where you're goin'

But I know I won't be home, And you'll be on your own”

Maniac by Michael Sembello was blasting from Wanda's room as she was going through her closet,  looking for something you could wear at the party. You were tapping your feet to the beat and shaking your head softly.

"This is perfect," Wanda said as she handed  you  jean shorts and a T-shirt. Finding something in your style had been hard, but the outfit turned out really cute on you. "And before you ask, I still have your plaid shirt if you want to wear that."

Your sister knew you too well ; or maybe it was just her ability to read minds. You were pretty sure it was a mix of both. You looked at your watch : five in the afternoon were already passed and you knew Nat was supposed to arrive soon, so you went to the kitchen after changing. Actually, she was already there.

"Nat!"

"Happy birthday, girl! How do you feel about hitting thirty, huh?"

"Surprisingly good, to be honest," you answered as you hug her tight. "I'm glad you came by."

"Me too. Steve told me pretty interesting news about some guy." She wiggled her brows, making you raise yours.

"Not that interesting. Yes, he is my supposed soulmate, but I got married last week, not matter how that's turning out."

"Yeah, sorry I couldn't be there, by the way. However, if I trust Steve's words..."

"Don't? Please." You smiled, making her laugh. You really must've sounded desperate, or in denial –  or, once again, both.

"Fine. But I can't promise I'll hold back my thoughts."

"I know you won't," you joked. "Anyway, is the cake already here?" You asked Sam.

"No, Bucky's not back yet."

"Oh, alright. I thought since he left early..."

"He had stuff to do, apparently." He shrugged, showing he didn't know any more than you did. A smirk appeared on his face. "Miss him already?"

"Ugh, I hate you all."

"No, you don't!"

Everyone around you laughed and, frankly, you couldn't hold it in either. These people always had a way of making you forget about your problems, and Darren hadn't crossed your mind until now.  Hours went by and more people arrived at the compound. It wasn't supposed to be a big party, but Tony was obviously unable to resist to Peter Parker asking if he could tag along. This kid loved being around here, maybe as much as you did. Once eight hours rang, almost everyone was there, except for Bucky. You were sure he'd eventually show up, even though you  couldn't help but feel a little anxious while everyone shared champagne bottles.

"Alright, close your eyes," Sam said, dragging you out of your thoughts. He put his hands on your eyes as you giggled softly.

"What is it now, you asked?"

"Patience, lady."

You couldn't see  anything – obviously – but you soon heard voices around you singing you a happy birthday. When Sam removed his hands, your eyes took some time to adjust to the sparkling candles on the big birthday cake. More importantly, it took you a second to recognise the man carrying it. Where had his hair gone?

"Your hair," you whispered once he was close enough.

He shrugged. "C'mon, the candles will melt if you don't blow them out." His own smile quickly spread to your face as you blew out your thirty candles. Everyone applauded and Bucky started cutting it so that people could help themselves. Once seated next to him, you took a bite of your own piece and closed your eyes in delight.

"Raspberries. I love those."

"Yeah, Wanda said it was your favourite," he told you before eating a chunk of cake. "How do you like the party  so far?"

"I love it. Everyone I love is here, so I couldn't be happier, really." You didn't even think about what you were saying. Tony's champagne did that to you for sure.

"Everyone?"

"Of course, why do you ask?" You gave him a confused look  before it dawned on you. "Oh,  I know. Well if he's not here by now, I guess that means something."

"Well I'm not the one saying it. It's your night, anyway, so let's not talk about him and let you have fun." He gently poked your arm – you felt delighted, as it was him who'd  made the move this time. It felt as if he was becoming more comfortable around you : you'd noticed he'd been laughing with you a lot more frequently these last few days.

"So, why the new haircut?"

"I wanted some change. New me, old me, I guess." He took a sip of his beer.

"I like it. Can I have some?" You pointed at the bottle. He gladly handed it to you ; damn, this man did not know what one beer might do to you, especially after champagne.

Wanda spotted you from across the room and stopped walking towards you, interrupting her conversation with Scott Lang.

"I hope that's your first drink tonight," she said with a grin. "You don't want to expose your party demon now, do you?"

You chuckled at Bucky's scared eyes. "I'm taking this back," he said, taking his beer back and finishing it.

"Don't worry, Bucky. I'm fine. I'm just a little more outgoing when I drink, that is all."

A screeching sound made you turn your head : Steve had just plugged a microphone into the speakers.

"Alright, so, as you all know, tonight's Y/n's thirtieth birthday. For the occasion, I'm sure she'll gladly treat us to a speech now."

If looks could kill, Steve would've died on the spot, super soldier or not. You never had inspiration for that kind of stuff.

"C'mon guys,  she needs some encouragement," Sam chimed in.

Tony and Peter both whoo'ed  at you with huge smiles, and you had no other choice than going on that improvised stage which consisted of the space between the speakers. You took the microphone from Steve's hand and Nat handed you a beer.

"Oh my, thanks for that," you said, chuckling. "I want to thank you all for coming. You  might have known me for a while, or not, but hum...you guys are family. I couldn't be happier to celebrate thirty years on Earth with you." You raised your bottle in front of you. "To found family."

Everyone  drank to that, and you jumped as Sam placed his hand on your shoulder and started speaking in another mic.

"So many emotions there, I love to see it. Now we're not done with you. Remember that night in Brooklyn?"

"Oh no."

"Oh, yeah... we're  gonna do it. And you're gonna love it, don't you dare say otherwise."

You stared at Sam before downing your drink. He was damn right.

"Okay Scott, fire away!"

"Toniiight,  I'm gonna have myself a real good time..." Sam started singing this fabulous bop as the music soared in the air. You obviously joined him right away.

"I'm burning through the skyyyyy, yeah." You probably were not singing right, but you couldn't have cared less. Everyone around  you was singing – more like yelling – along and you finally let go of your last inhibitions.  You were singing and dancing,  pretending you were the international rock star giving a representation. For once, you saw a wide smile on Bucky's face that couldn't seem to go away, and you decided to have fun with him a little. You pointed at him and smiled as you basically jumped to the beat.

"I'm a sex machine ready to reload like an atom bomb about to oh, oh, oh,  oh exploooode!"

He couldn't help but laugh and he even started tapping his feet to the beat as well. You went back to Sam and you ended the song back to back, definitely yelling more than you were actually singing.

"See, I told you you'd love it!" he exclaimed.

You laughed out loud before handing the mic to Scott. "You have fun now, I gotta rest for a sec."

You happily got back to Wanda and Bucky as Scott and Sam were joined by Peter to keep this improvised karaoke going. Your sister was less than surprised, since this wasn't the first party she had with you. Bucky, on the other hand...

"I didn't know you could do that," he said with a grin.

"What, absolutely slay the day with a mic in my hand? Hell yeah I can, only after some drinks though."

"Yeah, I don't know if your cheeks are this red from drinks, dancing or just regular blush."

You chuckled at his laugh, even placing your hand on his shoulder while doing so. When your eyes were done squinting from all the laughs, you froze.

"Darren, I-"

"That science guy let me in."

Bruce shot you a sorry look, raising his hands in the air. "He wouldn't let me ask you for your opinion first anyway."

Damn, you hadn't realised how much everyone disliked your husband. After all, no one had ever been rude to his face, unlike his friends. Bucky turned around to face him and crossed his arms over his chest : his smile was long gone now, as if it had been only a fever dream.

"You put on quite a show there."

"Wow, so not even a 'happy birthday', huh?" You didn't even look down this time : you stared at him, no trace of a smile on your lips. "When I said you could come if you wanted to, I didn't say  that so you could come and be condescending."

"I'm not gonna wish you a happy birthday after I saw you hit on that guy in a fucking song!" he yelled, pointing at Bucky. Darren's anger was so unjustified that you would've laughed at him, hadn't you been remotely nice and equally angry at him.

Bucky didn't say a word as he slowly put Darren's hand down. You noticed he'd used his metal arm, even though you knew for a fact he was right handed and usually prioritised his dominant hand. That was quite passive-agressive ; you held back a smile.

"Do you even hear what you're saying?" Keeping your cool was not an option anymore, and you walked away from everyone. Contrary to Darren's belief, you didn't like 'putting on a show'.

"We're going home, now," he said firmly. "Your little crisis lasted long enough."

"My crisis? You've left me alone at home for days and now you expect me to come back? You're unbelievable, Darren. And you started pulling this shit before we were even engaged!"

"You never complained about this,  so why do it now?"

"Because I can't take it anymore! Is that so hard to believe? Is it hard to understand that I want to be treated the way I deserve?"

You ran a hand through your hair, looking at Darren in disbelief as the anger in his eyes just grew harder.

"You know what?" you continued. "If you have nothing better to say, I might as well just  go back to the people who really love me. As far as I'm concerned, this" — you gestured at the both of  you – "is over."

You turned around, feeling a huge confidence boost that still wasn't strong enough to overcome your disappointment.

"What's that on your back?" His voice was so low compared to seconds earlier that you looked back at him.

"What?"

He walked up to you fast, but too slowly not to be noticed by Steve and Bucky, who'd been watching the scene carefully. Despite their obvious strength, they couldn't get to you before Darren violently lifted the back of your t-shirt, scratching  your back with his nail at the same time. You let out a cry and next thing you knew, Darren was pinned against the wall, held back by Bucky's arm.

"You lied," he whispered. "You do have a tattoo."

Damn. You had always been careful to wear high waisted jeans. All it took was one careless pair of shorts. You had no answer to give to him, so Darren looked at Bucky instead.

"It's you. Right? I fucking knew it." He looked back at you. "I should've known you weren't to be trusted around other guys. You're such a-"

"I think you should leave." Steve had laid his hand on his friend's shoulder to try and calm him down. Bucky let go of your husband and shot you a side glance to check on you. You were crossing your arms on your chest and your eyes had never been more interested in the floor.

"Steve's right," you uttered. "You should go." You  walked away with these words. You hadn't even noticed there was no longer any music playing in the room. Silence was oppressing and everyone seeing you cry was not an option. You walked to your room in daze. Once you felt the door closing behind you, you allowed yourself to break down. It was a knock on the door that made you tilt your head up a few minutes later.

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I Won’t Forget You - Spencer Reid x Reader

Masterlist 

Part 4  

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader 

Warnings: Gun violence, child death, suicide, suffocation, cliffhanger

Tags: @dra-reid, @eevee0722, @ceeellewrites, @anotherr-fine-mess 

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"Are you sure about this, (L/N)?" 

"Positive. It's all in the details. We needed to narrow down the suspects, and considering how this woman didn't just shoot these men, and the drugs aren't cheap, I had to make the connection." You insist, placing the map in front of Hotch and putting a finger on the highlighted neighborhood. Garcia had printed it out for you quickly so you could show Hotch and hopefully catch this bitch. 

"It matches the profile in that our unsub is still a medical worker, just in a place where schooling isn't required. Such as a long-term care facility or an urgent care." Spencer cut in, backing up your statement. 

Hotch sighed and looked from you to Spencer. "Alright, have Garcia run the profile by the urgent care near the neighborhood. See if it matches any of their employees. If we get any matches, we'll send out a few people to scout her house." He says, turning around and leaving the room as soon as he had walked in. 

Pretty soon afterwards, you were alone with Spencer again. Not that you didn't  to be.  

"That was good work." He spoke up, gathering the map and papers up from the table. "You wanna call Garcia or should I?" He adds after a moment. 

You keep your head down, afraid that if you look him in the eye he'd be able to see all of the covert thoughts you had about him. Even through the seriousness of this case, your mind wandered back to what had occured just days before. You were still unsure as to what he had meant by any of it. No matter how hard you tried to play it off as just an accidental touch, your heart wouldn't let you. 

You nervously pull a strand of loose hair behind your ear and chuckle to distract Spencer from your lack of looking him in the eye. "I-I can do it. Thanks for the coffee, by the way."

You might've been looking down, but you still caught the wide smile that Spencer flashed towards you. "Of course. You'll sleep when we get home though." He insists, playfully pointing at you. 

"I dunno, I might just live off coffee like my favorite Doctor." You tease, picking up your now cold coffee cup and taking a sip. 

You heard a few footsteps, but no reply. Which confused you. Until you turned your head and finally met Spencer’s eyes that stared intently into yours. 

"Oh, so I'm your favorite now? If I'm your favorite, you should listen to me." He says softly, standing so closely to you and giving you the most intense look with his brown, hazel eyes. You couldn't look into them, no matter how much you wanted to. 

It took you longer than expected to finally respond, but when you did you felt like a flopping fish out of water. "B-but w-what if I don't want to? What if… I prefer coffee to sleep?" He had you in his hands almost like putty. And you knew he could mold you any way he wanted. You just hoped he didn't know that. 

"You sure about that? Did you know that if a strong enough emotion is felt, your voice betrays you if you try to deny it?" You can feel your inner resolve crumbling. And he wasn't even doing anything! He was probably just trying to get you to take care of yourself. Which you should. But you just had to be a brat about it. "It's actually really interesting, we usually go for the facial expression one gives off, but most people can learn to fake an emotion through their face. But the voice…"

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest by now. You could feel his breathing against your neck. He was so damn close! And you had nowhere to run because of his damn legs. He'd catch you in an instant. You gulped and looked him back in the eyes. What were you doing? 

"The voice can't really be trained to not give away how a person feels. Especially when it's strong enough. Now tell me, when did you get the confidence in the last three minutes and 43 seconds to look me in the eye again?" He finally backed away, raising an eyebrow at you as you finally straightened your posture and tried to compose yourself. 

You stayed quiet however, unsure of whatever could be appropriate to respond with to that tone of voice. What was he doing? You wanted so bad to lean forward, take his soft, thick lips in yours and push him against the stale countertops inside the police station. 

"I-I… I gotta c-call Garcia. I'll let you know if we get any matches." You almost feel like kicking yourself as you back away from him and practically flee the room. This was getting to be too much. Were you reading too much into your and his interactions? Or was this really something that he wanted to try? 

You couldn't trust your own feelings anymore. So you did the next best thing: you called Garcia. You hoped that maybe you could chat a little more after you gave Garcia the addresses and the urgent care to go through. You had to talk to somebody and she was the only person that you had gotten the feeling that she wouldn't tease you for how you felt. 

"Hello my lovely! Decided to call me finally? What can I do for you my fine furry friend?" Garcia asks cheerfully. You couldn't help but smile at how happily she greeted you. And she had only just met you. 

"Yeah, sorry Penelope

Everyone else has been calling you for me. So now it's my turn." You tease. "Anyway, I thought maybe we were looking at the income of our unsub the wrong way." 

"Ooh, thinking outside the box, I likey. Whatcha got, Darling?" 

"The neighborhood I had you highlight, I want you to cross reference the residents with the people who work at the urgent care nearby. If any fit, run the profile by their employer. I think we may be able to catch this woman after all." 

"Oh I love the way you think. I'll get on that at godspeed my queen. Garcia out-" 

"Wait-!" You interject, sighing gently. 

"Oh? Can I help you with something else, your gorgeous highness?" Garcia asked, and you could hear the eyebrow wiggle. Guess that's what you got from hanging out with Gabriel too much. 

"Okay, uh, I gotta tell somebody about this before my mouth explodes all my secrets. You think you can keep it?" You ask nervously. You wanted to trust this woman so badly. You needed a girlfriend who didn't put you down for dating any guys. Or liking any for that matter, like Iris.

"Oh, some gossip! I will keep my lips sealed with superglue my lovely! Now tell me all the juicy details!" 

You giggle and look around, being sure no one but Garcia could hear you. "Okay… I don't know what the hell is going on with Reid but… I kinda like him. He's cute, I'll admit it. I used to do some hacking and I found pictures of him. He was my celebrity crush. But make it FBI." You ranted. "And now I'm getting mixed signals from him. Like just a couple days ago, his hand like--brushed against my hip as I went to try and help him with the geographical profile, and he was so damn close!" You hiss into the phone. "A-and today? He got super close again. And he practically had me trapped. But other than that, I don't get any other signs that maybe he might like me. Even if he's just attracted to me. So you can understand my dilemma." You sigh, leaning against the wall. 

Garcia was quiet for a few moments, making you worried that she was going to judge you or put you down for being so stupid. Then you had to pull the phone away from your ear for a few seconds as Garcia squealed. 

"Oh my god I knew it! You two totally hit it off when you came in here for your first day!  I knew there was something there! It's totally okay to feel like that. I don't know what you see in that boy, but go after him like the queen you are." She insists. 

"Heh, I dunno if I'll do anything yet. I want to see if things go anywhere first. Even if he just wants to be friends. I just want to be sure I'm not adding another embarrassing memory that I will never forget. But thanks Garcia."

"Of course my sweetness. That's what I'm here for. Other than being the techie for the FBI." She says sweetly. 

"I gotta go, let me know if there are any matches." You finally lead off. 

"Of course! Wait, hold on," 

"What is it?" 

"You'd think the search would massively decrease the amount of suspects, right? Well all of the suspect-women in this neighborhood, are working at this urgent care. It's like single mom central." Garcia answered, typing away on her computer. 

"That's alright, thanks Garcia. Run that by the employer with the new list of names anyway, see if he'll give any of them up." You say. 

"Will do. Talk soon!" 

You can't help but smile to yourself as she hangs up. She really was untameable. Not that you would want to. 

You turn your head and begin to head down the station hallway as you see Reid race out of the room with the evidence. 

"He-hey! What's going on?" You ask in a mild panic. 

"We have a witness, the unsub tried to kill again." 

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"Any information at all would help, Mr.Greeley." You assure, sitting in front of the man in the chair with his head laid against the table. 

"I want my wife. I want my son." He says in a hiccuped tone. 

"I know, sir. But if you can give us any distinguishing features it can help us narrow down our suspects to find her." You assure again, laying a gentle hand on his. 

"Are they on their way?" He asks, looking at you with sore, red eyes. 

"Yes sir. We've called some of the nearby officers to come bring them. Alright?"

The door to the room opens and you both look up, seeing Prentiss join the two of you. "Everything okay?" She asks. 

"Yeah, he's just shaken up. Who wouldn't be?" You say, sighing. "Darren, would you be up to having a sketch artist come in here? If you don't feel up to sharing what she looked like that's fine." You turn and ask the newest almost-victim. 

"No it… I can give you a few things. She… she had dirty blond hair. It was… messy. Her skin was pale, her fingers were calloused. A-and… her eyes were brown. Oh god her eyes…" he whispered, running a hand through his hair. 

"I'm deeply sorry this happened to you. This information will greatly help the investigation. We will find this woman. Do you still feel okay with the sketch artist coming in?" Emily asked, gesturing towards the door. Silently, the man nodded. You stood up and nodded to Emily, leaving the room to bring the news to everyone else. 

"Did he see her?" Morgan asks, walking up to you from the semi-circle the team had formed near the room you had been talking with the victim. 

"Yeah. Got a good look at her too. Apparently she missed his blood entirely and poured the drugs onto her shirt instead of injecting him with it. So when she pushed him to the ground he got to see her eyes. Garcia's working on faxing us the photos now, see if the sketch will match anything." You nod to him, noticing the fax machine beginning to run. 

Once the photos were faxed, you carried them over to the desk Reid was currently leaning against. You dropped them onto the surface and sighed. "About 23 women, and one description that is super common. How fast do you think we'll get stuck?" You ask him, giving Spencer a teasing look. 

"I doubt we will. Once we narrow these women down to what he saw, we can show them in a line-up fashion. See which one sparks a memory." Reid assures, looking down at the photos and closing the file in his hands. 

"I cannot imagine being this woman and thinking that I should kill these men because they just became fathers. I mean, I can understand her not wanting other women to have to deal with becoming single mothers because their partners decide to skedaddle. But still, give him a chance first." You rant, beginning to sort through the photos by whether or not the suspects fit the description. 

"True. However in her state of mind she probably views all men the same. That they'll all eventually leave her. Maybe her father left too." Spencer suggests, taking a few photos and sorting them with you once he noticed the pattern. 

"That could be true. But I guess we won't know until we get a match-" you sigh. 

Emily hurried out of the interview room and carried a sketch pad with her. "Here," she says, placing the drawing paper in front of you. "Do any of the suspects look like her?" 

You push the unlikely suspects pile of photos away, about to find Emily her answer, when Spencer spoke up for you. 

"Yes, she was one of the first women you sorted." He says, flipping through the pile faster than you ever could and pulling out a photo. "Here, this is her." He says. 

"Let's get this photo back to Garcia, see if she can get us a name." You cut in, standing up and picking up the forgotten pictures. Emily nods to you and heads off to fax the photo back to Garcia. 

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"What do you got, baby girl?" 

"We got a name, Kathy Burgess. She's a single mother, recently gave birth to her son Jason about 7 months ago and--oh my god…" Garcia trails. 

"What is it Garcia?" You ask, hurrying your feet towards the SUV's. She hadn't given you all an address yet, but it wasn't too late not to get ready to head out. 

"Her husband was killed in Afghanistan 3 months ago after being deployed the week before her son was born. He had left them for another woman, who ended up getting pregnant." Garcia answered. 

"Do you have an address Garcia?" Hotch asked. 

"Y-yes, 176 Washington Blvd." 

"Let's go." Hotch announces, pulling out his radio and letting the rest of the team and police know. 

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You pulled into the road followed by a SWAT van, unknowing what was going to meet you behind this woman's door. You all piled out of the SUV's and headed towards the building. 

"Is she here? Do we know for sure?" You ask, unholstering your gun and making sure it was loaded. 

"She has to be. She has nowhere else to hide. Neighbors reported her coming home about 30 minutes ago." Hotch answered, beginning to fasten on his bullet proof vest. "I need Morgan and Reid to head in first, try and see if you can get the child out first." 

"Wait, Hotch," you begin. 

"What is it?" 

"Kathy has been killing men because she doesn't trust them. So I don't think she's going to listen to Morgan or Reid. Why don't I go in? Try to negotiate with her. It'll get us more time to find a clear shot of her if she decides to retaliate." You reason. 

"I don't know (L/N). You haven't gotten much experience with negotiating yet." 

"Which is why I should start now. I… I may not know what it's like to have a child and then have the father walk away on me, but I know what it's like to feel abandoned and unwanted." You plead. Reid looks at Hotch hesitantly, turning his attention to you after a moment. 

"She is right, Hotch. She's not gonna get any experience unless we let her." Morgan encourages. 

"Alright. Keep her occupied. Try to negotiate with her. After five minutes, we'll head in after you." 

You nod to Hotch and immediately grab a bullet proof vest, fastening it around your button down shirt you had packed and worn today. It was getting later and later, the sun was about a half hour from setting. You didn't have much time to get her out of there before light was a problem. 

You then headed into the building, easing the burgundy wooden door open as you stalked inside. You aimed your pistol in each direction you looked. This building was a two story. You didn't know the layout, so you had to make it up as you went. 

Once the lower level was cleared, you headed up the stairs, pushing open the door to the master bedroom and the bathroom before you found yourself in front of the only other room upstairs. You sighed and eased the door open. 

Immediately Kathy turned around, clutching a bundle of blankets to her chest while clutching a gun in her other hand. "Don't get any fucking closer! I-i'll shoot him!" She threatened, aiming her gun at the small child in her hands. 

"Ma'am, put the gun down, I just want to talk." You say, holding your hands up. "I'm just going to put my gun away, alright?" You cautiously alert her, putting the gun into your holster again. Pretty soon the gun in Kathy's hand gets trained on you. 

"Leave us alone-I just wanted to save other women from this fate-!" Kathy says shakily, the gun in her hand wavering it's aim. 

"I know, Kathy. What your husband did to you was unfair. But what you did to those women and their husbands is worse. Those men didn't want to leave their children." 

"They would've! All men do it! Harris did! My father! My brother! Every man I've ever known has walked out on me! How would I have known that they wouldn't walk out on them too?!" Kathy screeches, tears building up in her eyes. 

"Kathy, there are plenty of men in the world who would never walk out on a partner or their baby. You can't stereotype them all to be the same. Put the gun down, and I'll get you and your son some help." You assure, taking a step forward. You heard the stairs creaking behind you. You were too late. 

"Who is that?!" Kathy asks, waving the gun towards you more threateningly. 

"Don't worry about them, just focus on me." 

"No! They're all men! All men lie! All men leave! My son's left me too!" She wailed, clutching at the baby in her arms. 

You widen your eyes at her confession, becoming too stunned to listen for Hotch. "Kathy… what did you do?" You ask.

"Kathy Burgess, put the gun down and come with us quietly. We don't want any harm." Hotch called to her. You widen your eyes farther. You had her so close why did they have to come in now- 

"No! All you men do is lie! Lie lie lie!" Kathy ranted, hitting the barrel of the gun against her head. "But I won't let you win again." She says darkly. You begin to jump into action, but it was too late. 

As soon as you took another step, Kathy trained the gun onto herself and shot through her chin, splattering blood against the wall. You race over and catch her falling child before it can hit the ground, slamming your own chest in the process. 

You stand up, holding the child, but feel an absence of warmth. You furrow your brow, a pit of worry in your chest beginning to grow heavier as each of the signs come together. 

You feel a crack form in your heart as you clutch the tiny, blue-faced child in your arms. Tears form in the corners of your eyes. If only you had gotten here sooner. The body was still a bit warm. Meaning she had suffocated him recently. If only you had reached her and convinced her to put him down. 

"(L/N), (L/N) is something wrong with-" you hear Reid begin, causing the hurt in your chest to magnify. You feel your lip tremble as you push past the genius and carry the child down the stairs, never letting go of his tiny body. 

Reid must've taken the hint, as you heard him tell Hotch as you took the stairs to the bottom floor. You had seen your brother in this child. His little curly tuff of hair was something you had only seen in your younger brother. This was too personal. It was like holding a dead version of him in your arms. 

You carried the child out of the house, closing your eyes tightly as the paramedics, who had been called, tried to approach you and take the child. 

"Ma'am, ma'am we have to take him-" the paramedic began to explain, depleting the amount of control you cared to have over your response in an instant. 

"There's no point, she suffocated him at least 5 minutes before I got to her." You answered, snapping just a tad. 

The woman in front of you sighed, directing the rest of her team to head inside. "Ma'am, I'll take it from here." She says, gesturing for you to give her the child. If you were in your normal state of mind, you'd do it no questions asked. But this was different. You held the body even closer to your chest, trying not to cry in front of this woman. 

"(L/N)..." it was Reid. How the hell was he upstairs and then back down to deal with your bullshit? The person you expected to come check on you had been Prentiss. Or JJ of all people. At the sound of Reid's voice, your resolve completely crumbled, and you handed the child to the paramedic. 

"Based on the warmth of the skin and the blueness of the face, he died at least ten minutes before we got here." Spencer started, looking at the back of your head. It was the only way he knew to comfort you in the moment: statistics. 

But that didn't matter to you. 

Spencer sighed, looking at you with sympathy in his eyes. "You… you can cry you know. No one is going to judge you for it." 

That's what broke the dam. You sniffled and turned your body towards his, hugging him tightly almost immediately. You could feel his body stiffen for a moment, almost making you pull back. But then he eased up and laid a hand on your back and one on your head, hoping to comfort you by holding you. He had read that was supposed to be helpful. 

You couldn't help but cry, holding onto him like this. How could your first case go so badly?

○●♡●○ 

By the time you all had arrived home, you were drained of almost everything. You all piled into the bullpen, the eyes of everyone in the room turning to you as they noticed the tired eyes with the darker bags that you wore. 

You sighed and took off your holster, storing it in one of the open drawers of your given desk. You run a tired hand through your hair, looking up at the rest of the team who were equally as tired and bummed out as you were. It was 8 in the morning after all. There had been a delay in getting in the air that had lasted a few hours, making you all late. 

"(L/N), my office, please." Hotch called as soon as everyone was all through and settled into their desks. You exhale tiredly and place your bag down on the desk chair before heading towards Hotch's office.  

You stepped in and closed the glass door behind you. You stood in front of Hotch's desk, nodding to him. "You… wanted to see me sir?" You asked. 

"Yes, (Y/N). Yesterday, you did well on your negotiation. After some reevaluation of the situation I believe you could have gotten Kathy out on your own." Hotch informed, going over the papers. It felt weird for someone to call you by your first name after everyone on the team had been calling you by your last name for the entire case. 

"Thank you, sir." You reply. 

"However, I think the last part of the case got a little too personal for you. I have not looked in your file, but I assume this has something to do with something in that file."

"Actually… Hotch…" you sigh. "I… I saw my brother in that baby. I raised my brother for most of my childhood. And for me to have not reached him in time…" you take a deep breath, avoiding the increasingly obvious sob that wanted to escape your throat. "It was just sensitive for me, sir. I promise, it won't happen again." 

"Since this is your first case, I'll give you a pass. But try to stay focused on the case and not on family matters. Understood?" Hotch clarifies, looking you in the eyes. You can see he's only saying this because he has to. He's flashing you a look of empathy, one you'd been given plenty of times, but never by a man in his authority. 

"Y-yes sir." You reply, the tremor in your voice barely noticeable. 

"Good. Now I expect to see you tomorrow. Go home and try to catch up on some sleep." He dismisses. You nod to him, and shortly thereafter leave his office. 

"Hey." 

You turn your head, brown eyes meeting yours. "Huh? Oh… hey." You reply back, swallowing a sigh as you turn to talk to the genius. 

"Is… uh… is everything alright with Hotch?" He asked. 

"Yeah, he just wanted to let me know how I did and what I could improve on. Nothing much." You reply, forcing your face to stiffen and wipe away the beginnings of tears. But then you remembered what Spencer had said about the voice often betraying the user when the emotion that is felt is strong enough. 

"...Are you alright?" 

You wanted to curse out your own heart for beginning to flutter. Now was not the time to be falling in love with the sexy doctor next to you. 

"I… I think i'll be okay." You say semi-honestly, squeezing your eyes tight. 

"Did you know that it's been proven that talking about one's problems can lead to catharsis, which is a feeling of calmness and relief. Of course… The pain is still there.  But afterwards we have less built up feelings and the hurt hurts just a little less." He informed, putting one hand in his pocket and one on his messenger bag strap. You feel the beginnings of a smile form on your lips, making a small bit of the heaviness in your chest ease up. 

"Is this your formal way of asking me for that coffee?" You tease gently. Spencer chuckled. 

"Maybe…" 

"Consider it a date then." You tease again, a small smile staying on your face. You look up at Spencer, not finding any indication that the idea of it being a date turned him off from the idea. "You wanna get out of here?" 

"Sure. My car or yours?" He asks. 

"Why not walk? Less pollution, and we can talk on the way." You insist. 

"Considering the environment before our own needs. I didn't think that many people were like that anymore." He says, walking with you towards the elevator. 

You giggle softly and press the down arrow. "Guess I'm not like most people." And you could almost swear you heard him reply with a soft 'No you're not.' 

You both step into the elevator once the doors open, letting the doors close after you. Sure, you had left your bag inside, but you wouldn't need it till tomorrow. You had a date with your bed after you hung out with Spencer.  

You both walked towards the exit once the elevator doors opened again, revealing to you the main lobby. 

"So when are you going to reveal to me your favorite coffee order? Or are you going to keep that a secret too?" Spencer teased, walking beside you. 

"Oh come on. I told you all I'd tell you my name soon. I just want to make sure this is where I wanna stay, that's all-" you begin, rolling your eyes with a growing smile on your face that soon plummeted when you saw who was in front of you.  

"(Y/N) (M/N) Grant!" 

Both you and Spencer jumped at the sudden sound, and you turned your head at the sound of your full name. You feel fear invade your heart as you recognize the woman who stood in front of you with shoulder pads and make-up that screamed 'I will squash you like a bug'

"Mother?"

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Last Christmas

Word Count: 3100

Warnings: Language some smut and loads of angst

A/N: This took me two days to write. 🤣 Once again @robertsheehanownsmyass helped in so many ways and I continue to love her for it! This time @elliethesuperfruitlover was my sounding board too ☺️

Tag list: @joz-stankovich @bisexualnathanyoung @frogs--are--bitches @magic-multicolored-miracle @nightmonsters

Chapter 4: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

“Of all the places to eat in Sin City, you chose fucking Taco Bell,” disdain. “Don't you have those in The UK?”

“Not with a bloody margarita bar inside,” Nathan held up a giant plastic cup full of strawberry watermelon tequila and syrup. Violet lived for every time he spoke a word with the “AR” sound.

“IT'S A T’GO MARGARITA! I can just go anywhere I want and leave with booze. Fucking beauty if you treat her right,” Nathan’s eyes sparkled. “And there's no problem that can't be solved with a bit o’ t’go booze.” He shoved an entire soft taco in his mouth that smiled from ear to ear.

“Are you gonna have better manners tomorrow at my sister’s place?” Violet looked at Nathan unexpectedly hearing her own mother’s voice escape from inside and she frowned.

She had avoided bringing up anything of her own that was personal. These feelings for Nathan that were suffocating her could be held at bay for 36 more hours. He prodded her for information a few times since they woke up. She dodged every one, even going so far as to offer him head in exchange.

(Still only Christmas eve. The snow had stopped inside as Nathan drifted deep in slumber. Violet grateful because how could they explain a woman freezing to death while he was alive?)

Nathan nodded with a bit too much enthusiasm. “I'll be mature and polite!” His smile resembled Bruce in Finding Nemo. “If you tell me what I'm walking into?” There it was.

“None of your business,” Violet plopped a piece of sushi in her mouth.

Nathan sneered, “Bet that tastes like bad snatch. If we're playing happy families, I'm gonna need to know some details!!”

“You're just a guy who got stuck with me until the 26th. I'm not telling them you're my boyfriend or anything.”

“Oh TWICE you're gonna just jab a knife in my heart, huh?”

Violet couldn't tell if that was sarcasm or a tease. She inhaled deeply and brushed her fingertip down Nathan’s cheek. “Fine. It's a bit more complicated than that, but it doesn't change anything about what happens after tomorrow.”

“I like complicated situations. It's my middle name!”

“Oh really?”

“No. it's Michael but, wouldn't you love to meet a guy named Nathan Complicated Young?”

“I didn't even plan on meeting Nathan MICHAEL Young,” it came out a whisper.

They stared at one another in silence for a few minutes over tacos and sushi and margaritas and wine. An alarm jolted Violet to reality indicating it was time for her show to come on.

“Hold those thoughts”

“In my wank bank, darling”

Violet ignored Nathan and turned on her tv “You're gonna want to see this guy. I swear you could be twins.”

A few hours later the pair laid up on the pillows. Tears glittered Violet's eyes that she tried to wipe away surreptitiously with her knuckle.

“My mom watches this garbage show because,” Nathan mimicked a high whine, “NAY-TAN HE LOOKS LIKE YOOO. Alright Ma, and you look like Catelyn Stark.”

“But he kinda does.”

“C’mon what's with that twat’s hair?!

Violet sat up and tugged Nathan on the top of the head, “What's with YOUR hair.”

“IT’S NOT EVEN MY HAIR!” he dramatically waved his hand around. In a blink of an eye his hair became longer, darker and curlier. The description would be a mess. “TA DA!”

Violet hid her shock as her heart raced in her ears. “That's a fucking bird’s nest,” she recovered but not before combing her fingers through the curls.

“Why must your compliments always be so damn backhanded, woman?!” he swatted her hand away.

Violet laid down alongside Nathan with one arm tucked against her body. She stretched her free one across his bare chest, face concealed in the crook of his arm. There was a small contented sigh as he engulfed her in his arms. A kiss planted on her forehead before he inhaled deeply.

Blissful silence for a few minutes.

“I don't even BELIEVE Darren’s dead.”

“She shot him FOUR TIMES!” Nathan was incredulous as he stretched a hand palm up towards the tv. “IN THE FUCKING HEAD!!”

Violet lifted herself so she could look Nathan right in the eye. “Well he ALSO came back from the dead!” She struggled to maintain sincerity. “He got shot a bunch of times then too. So for like, two years he only had one lung.”

Nathan’s eyebrows knit together in utter confusion. “ONE LUNG?!”

“Plenty of people supposedly live without lungs. It's the back of his head missing that might cause problems.”

There was an exaggerated groan as his eyes nearly rolled back in his head, “Worst Dublin accent too.”

“Why ye from there?” Violet mocked.

“Jaysus, no! We didn't even really have a steady home even when I wasn't homeless. Not until I was too much of a selfish prick t’appreciate it.”

“Wow, death really makes you self actualize.”

“Only until my dick wakes up.”

Before Violet could blink, Nathan flipped her so he could pin her to the bed. She swerved with ease each time Nathan bent to kiss her lips. Her cheeks. She slept with him once already; wouldn't give in again. Well, maybe a little as he landed finally on her neck. A bolt of pleasure shot through her entire body. That familiar ache between her legs as a small moan escaped her.

“Did ye shag me because ye fancy him then?” Nathan’s voice low in Violet's ear.

“That's for me to know, and you to figure out ten years from now in the shower.” Her hands entangled in the waves of dark curls to guide his lips up to her own.

Their tongues danced for what felt like ages. Violet gobsmacked by how subdued Nathan was being. A hand between her ass and the bed to lift her pelvis up towards his burgeoning erection. Another moan, this one into his mouth.

Nathan wriggled to free himself from his boxers as Violet took his tongue entirely in her mouth. The head of his cock labored against her panties, desperate to get inside. He almost settled for the wetness it created and a few times in response.

“Fuck,” he growled pumping his hips. “I t’ink sexy Irishmen who commit felonies get you off.”

Violet raked her nails along Nathan's shoulder blades. Dug them in when her body started to twitch and her sex throbbed from the intensity of being fucked with her underwear on. Nathan's cock hit her clit just right through the lingerie.

Violet's legs started to writhe as the heat in her core began to build. Nathan’s breathing heavy while hers came out in short bursts through mewls of pleasure. The rhythmic way he undulated his hips took on a swift pace. Instinct must have finally kicked in. Like he knew Violet was about to cum.

Except everything came to a sudden halt. Nathan rolled off Violet and replaced his body with two fingers in the same spot. He started to rapidly press them to the wet spot in the fabric like someone desperate to close an elevator door.

Violet gripped his forearm, but again an abrupt end as she felt herself cum.

“Tell me anything about you,” Nathan chose to interrogate her now.

“My-My parents died when I was a teenager. three of us were raised by our grandfather.”

Nathan rewarded Violet by slipping his fingers inside of her. They remained still. “You've got sisters? I had a brother, but some Ice Queen bitch blew him up. What are their names?”

“Rose.. Fern.. Iris and Lily.”

Another reward. Nathan’s fingers began to work her clit in slow circles counterclockwise. “Oh a garden of sexy sisters. They inta Irishman too?” He stopped.

“It's because we're from the Garden District in New Orleans,” Violet's words came out in short bursts. “They're.. two are married. Not Lily, she's younger than you are. Seventeen. Fern is a lesbian.”

“One in every family,” he said it so casually. As casually as the fingers that pumped in and out a bit too easily with how slick she was. Deep inside where they hooked just a bit and pulled back.

“Na- Nathan are you-” Violet started to squirm under his motions. Between the horribly slow circles just his fingertip made on her clit before delving inside and back. “Are you trying to find my G-spot?”

Nathan ignored her as he bit his lower lip in concentration. “Maybe. Sometimes I play stupid with a bird if I t’ink she may do the work for me. Show me around a bit.”

Violet ignored that she may have been hustled a bit in the sack. Maybe his eagerness and pride was what really caused him to be all messy about it.

Still his hand worked faster. She coiled right at the beginning of the explosion, again. Then nothing. This was too much power for someone so fucking arrogant.

“I'm asking the questions, love,” he muttered. “Tell us about your granddad.”

Violet closed her eyes, “He was a Civil Rights lawyer. My grandmother was a society woman. Charity balls all that shit.”

“Oh yer a posh bitch. Slumming it wit us street trash,” Nathan picked up again. His fingers a bit too aggressive. “Is that how you work for free but still can live in a flat like this?” his mouth rough in her neck. He bit with the ends of his teeth and sucked somewhat. “While us arseholes are figuring out how t’work the system so we can survive.”

“Nathan! It's not like that. I left a very well-paying job at a firm to help people like you that deserve a fair shake. That DA? Tony? He was one of my partners. Yeah, I saved up and worked HARD for this “posh flat”. Not everyone takes the easy way by doing a little fucking magic and stealing from other people.

Violet had shoved his hand away and sat up on her knees. “I did my research, Nathan. You didn't exactly grow up rough. Your mom’s a teacher and your dad is a successful novelist? You're just one of those dick middle class white guys who gets bored and fucks off because he can.”

“YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS LIKE. My dad leaving us. Mom and I never had a place to live until he started paying her. All the guys she dated. I just wanted it to be us.”

“MY PARENTS ARE DEAD, NATHAN. THEY'RE DUST. Have you even checked your phone? Your dad has called you probably 300 times not including the 20 since the trial ended yesterday. You get to fix things with them.”

Nathan growled and crossed his arms, “Fuck off. I'm not a charity case for you t’fix. I do alright on my own.”

“In jail because you're reckless. You know what happened to me when I was twenty-two?”

“I had t’finger fuck you just to find out ye had sisters. How am I supposed t’know what happened to ye years ago?”

“I was a widow. I got married like a moron when I turned 19. He already had a kid. My grandfather cut me off because education is worth more than a man! It is. I busted my ass to do the rest. AND raise a kid and a drug addict. You know what he did in return?”

Violet was on a roll. Hot tears threatened to spill over her cheeks and stung her eyes. The dark anger in Nathan’s took her by surprise. They were always so congenial if not a bit sad.,

“He drove in to a fucking semi on the highway with our son in the car. So forgive me for not being sympathetic to you being so fucking STUPID you got caught robbing a casino with a seven sided dice. And TWICE you've been too conceited to let your dad bail you out. You are better than this, Nathan. I know it.”

“HAPPY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!” Nathan shouted before throwing himself out of the bed. “I need a proper shower. Is that ok?!”

Violet looked at the clock. 2am. She waved him off, “I don't give a shit.”

She wished she could look back on that moment and say she didn't follow Nathan into the bathroom. That she never joined him in the shower. Or let him fuck her in silence and frustration and fury. That he never used his power to morph himself in a handful of ways, mocking Violet at every chance as their bodies pounded together until she came harder than ever. And most definitely did not fuck a third time after having slept angrily with their backs to each other.

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Nathan collapsed beside Violet still on all fours. Her arms waivered as adrenaline and serotonin drained from her body, and collected herself. How guilty she felt that his petulance made her wanton. The ring of the doorbell jarred them both back to reality.

“Oh don't get up. I'll answer it.” Violet threw the nearest shirt on and made her way to the foyer.

Nathan, in his boxers hurried behind her. “I'm a fucking guest. Ye expect me t’answer it?”

“You know a posh bitch like me doesnt answer doors on her own. My fucking maid’s off for the holidays.”

Violet opened the door to a short and cute dark haired girl with barely a toddler on her hip. He reached out for Nathan babbling “Dada Dada Dada” on repeat.

“Marnie?!” He was gobsmacked as the baby wiggled from his mother’s grasp into Nathan’s waiting arms.

A stunned Violet made a poor attempt at stretching the tee shirt she wore into a dress. It was fruitless as it was one of Nathan’s from his duffle. Her hands began to shake as a warmth crawled across her cheeks and nausea set in.

What the fuck is she doing here still? was what Violet said in her mind. “Well um come in,” is what she said with her mouth.

Nathan absently bounced the little boy in his arms as they walked into the living room, “How are ye here? Wit’him?”

Marnie was gawking at the apartment. “Hey this is a right posh gaff you've got. Why couldn't me n’ Nathan junior bunk up here again?”

Violet blanched.

“Oh our passports disappeared. Figured you might ‘ave been done in momentarily,” the young mother turned on the other two and stared from to the other. “Ah you shaggin’ the barrister?!”

“I said when we met t’is would happen, sweetheart. C’mon you know t’ere’s an understanding before we signed the license.”

Now Violet’s head swam, “Are you married? Married. Nathan are you and Marnie..”

“Just a little,” Marnie crossed her arms. “Nathan says if we got hitched your court couldn't make us rat on each other.”

The lawyer had to admit that was pretty genius, something she wished she knew a few weeks ago when she took this case instead of..

“What do you mean a little?”

“No one got a chance to agree. So it's just our signatures. We thought ‘is lawyer might sign ‘em after ‘e got arrested. That's not what you did is it?” She didn't look angry to Violet, merely a little sad.

“Vi you said she left Las Vegas,” Nathan’s tone was one of disbelief. He let the toddler down only because Violet knew he couldn't function without wildly gesticulating as he spoke.

“You left Vegas..” Violet was just too stunned.

“You told me to leave! Said I’d interfere with ‘is trial! Did you tell ‘im about the ASBOs?”

“The shit-heads?” Nathan asked. “What about them? Why would Violet know anything about my friends or talk to you?”

“Because Simon found her to be your lawyer.”

“Barry? He didn't even answer the phone when I called.”

“Well ‘e called me. But so much shit why down it all went barkin’. Some bloke can bring dead people back. That Virtue bitch you told me about killed Alisha because she couldn't kill you.”

Nathan’s mouth hung open, “But she didn't have anything t’do with that. I'm the one who pushed her off the roof. I just.. WILL SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!”

Violet went to speak but Marnie cut her off at the pass, “Simon told me to go see Miss Duval because I know how your magic works. But she told me I’d interfere with the trial.”

“How the hell would ye do that?”

Nathan’s nostrils flared like a horse. His green eyes darkened as he waited expectantly in Violet's direction.

“If she showed up with the chip that's evidence! The cops and Tony would know you stole from the casino. And the rest of them are criminals. Theyre fucking criminals and if they knew you ready had a record that could be used against you. ”

“I DIDN'T STEAL ANYTHING! I FUCKING CONJURED IT!!”

“I KNOW, BUT HOW DO I EXPLAIN THAT TO NORMAL HUMANS?!”

“BY MAKING ME PERFORM LIKE A FUCKING CIRCUS MONKEY?!”

“YES!! BECAUSE YOUR HEAD IS TOO FAR UP YOUR ASS TO REALIZE WHAT YOU WERE UP AGAINST. AND NEITHER OF YOU IS SMART ENOUGH FOR ANY OTHER STRATEGY! SHE WOULD INCRIMINATE YOU!”

Nathan’s eyebrows creased, there was a quiet fury in his voice, “Then why the FUCK did ye tell Marnie to leave? Ye made me think everyone left me t’rot in jail. I didn't even get to say goodbye t’Alisha or Simon.

“If the District Attorney’s office found Marnie, she wouldn't know enough to plead the fifth. And you, you got arrested for STEALING FUCKING CANDY AND YOUR RESPONSE TO BEING ARRESTED TO TO CAUSE A FUCKING DISASTER FOR YOURSELF INSTEAD OF JUST SHUTTING UP. BECAUSE YOU'RE A PETULANT MAN-CHILD. THERE'S NO WAY WE COULD'VE WON WITH THE LOT OF YOU TOGETHER. You’re too fucking stupid to lie.”

Violet regretted them the moment the words fell out of her mouth. The baby started to cry and Marnie picked him up. She didn't look upset or angry with Violet. Disappointed.

“I didn't mean that, Nathan,” she reached for him but he yanked himself away out of her reach.

Nathan just looked at Violet. Those eyes, ever-changing in color were no longer furious or frustrated. Just full of sadness that tore her apart.

"You’re a treacherous bitch.”

Violet’s chest tightened as Nathan turned his back on her to throw clothes on. Her eyes stung while a blackness clouded her vision. As if she would faint. Yet when he returned, she had recovered before the tears could threaten her further.

“Good luck with this one, then. I've come to realize he'll never love anyone as much as he loves himself.”

Nathan maintained a deafening silence as he and Marnie made to leave, the baby back in his arms. That knife twisting in Violet's chest, an imaginary one to rival the way she had stabbed Nathan. How ignorant Violet had been to think this would ever work out.

“I'm not the one whose partner killed themself to get away from.” And then they were gone.

His heart yesterday for hers today.

[simons-calling-the-127-squad]

First Impressions - YangYang

Warnings: drug usage, cursing, and violence

Credit to the original owners of the images.

GN "Bad Kid" Reader x "Good Kid" YangYang

Soulmate Au: First words to each other

"Y/N, are you paying attention?" Mrs. Song questioned from her position in front of the board.

"Yes ma'am", you said, trying your hardest not to roll your eyes. She looked at you for another moment before her eyes turned back to the notes written on the board, which you had already copied all of them down. You felt a poke in your ribs, your eyes moved over to your right where your friend Andy sat. Before she could speak the bell rang. You instantly moved to put your binder in your bag and waited for Andy to do the same. The two of you quickly walked out and waited in the back of the parking lot for the rest of your friends.

"I swear that woman has it out for you", she says pulling a bag out of her backpack.

"So help me you get us caught-"

"Don't worry", she cut you off, "I'll be careful."

"You better be sharing", Darren said as he walked over motioning for Andy to hurry up. She rolled her eyes and passed him the pipe. He instantly took it and inhaled, handing it to you who did the same.

"How dare you start without us?" Ryder said as he and Bridget joined your group, stealing the pipe from your hands.

"Hey no smoking, you have to drive your cousin home and your aunt will kill you if she finds out your high", Bridget said as she took the pipe from him.

"Speaking of which, where is the little shit?" He said, his eyes moving around the parking lot.

"That reminds me, anybody wanna gimme a ride? My sister has to work so she can't pick me up", you asked the group.

"Yeah sure. I'll need someone to keep me sane after I take Bridget home", Ryder said.

"Trust me. I'm not too happy about riding with you either", a voice said from behind him.

"We'll leave in a few. First, lemme introduce you to the gang. The blue-haired girl is Andy. The one with all of the piercings is Y/N. Green haired dude is Darren and you know Bridget. Guys this is YangYang."

"Sup", Darren told him as he took the pipe from Bridget. YangYang just nodded, it was obvious he was uncomfortable. You felt a bit bad for him, but that didn't stop you from taking another hit before leaving. Bridget got in the passenger seat, leaving you and YangYang in the back. It didn't take long for the two of you to arrive at Bridget's. She kissed Ryder and told you all bye before getting out.

"I need gas and snacks, so we're making a pit stop", he said as he pulled back onto the road. He was in and out of the gas station passing you a bag of chips and YangYang a candy bar.

"So I gotta ask. Why do you guys smoke?" YangYang inquired to his cousin after a bit of silence.

"Numbs things a bit. And with it, things hurt less. Y/N is better at describing it", Ryder replied. YangYang turned to you.

"Let it hurt until it can't hurt anymore. That's what it's like without it", you said. He nodded and turned back to look out the window.

"That answer your question?" Ryder glanced in the rearview mirror to look at YangYang, who nodded. The moment the car arrived at his house YangYang thanked his cousin and jumped out of the car.

"Hopefully I don't have to give him a ride again", he said as he backed into the road.

"Eh, he didn't seem that bad."

"Let's just hope he doesn't tell my aunt I'm a stoner", he whispered. You let out a little laugh and continued to talk until you got back home.

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It became a tradition for Ryder to take you home, and for him to drive YangYang home on Thursdays. It had been a month since the first time you had met him, and he still hadn't talked to you. But you couldn't really blame him, you were the classic "bad kid" that literally got stoned in the school parking lot, and he was the "good kid" that had the perfect record. It still amazed you that he and Ryder were even related at all. Just like the first time you rode together, Ryder had to make a pit stop at the gas station, though this time he was taking much longer. You found yourself growing more and more tired as you waited. It didn't help that you were unable to sleep last night and had smoked some with the group before leaving. You forced yourself to stay awake and pulled out your phone, hoping to distract yourself from the temptations of falling asleep.

"Awake and unafraid", YangYang whispered, so low that you almost didn't hear him. Your eyes widened and they moved to your wrist, which was covered by your sleeve. The exact same words were etched into your skin. The words that had been there since your birth and would be the first words your soulmate told you.

"Talk about a plot twist", you mumbled, causing YangYang to laugh.

"I wasn't expecting it either", he admitted

"Wait a second", you said upon realization, "I talked to you the first time we rode with Ryder. You've known for a month that we're soulmates and didn't say anything?"

"Admittedly I was a bit concerned when I figured out that we're mates. But then I realized, things aren't that simple, that I know nothing about you and have no reason to have concerns. But I wasn't sure what to say, so I waited for the right time."

"I hate the fact that is reasonable. Second off, what the heck did you mean by unafraid?" Your torso moving to face him.

"You're unafraid of what others think. And to say what's on your mind. I've noticed that after learning we shared some classes."

"We have classes together?" You asked, your face twisting in surprise.

"Several", he answered with a laugh.

"Dang I'm blind."

"To be fair most times you're stuck in your head. And most likely stoned during class", he responded.

"Okay, you're not wrong on that. But lemme guess, you don't want people to know we're soulmates?" As you asked the question the driver's door opened.

"Hold the phone. Y'all are soulmates?" Ryder asked as he entered the car. Tossing candy at you two. The two of you nodding in response.

"And to answer your question. I'd much rather people know we're soulmates."

"Why though? You're the golden boy and I'm one of the resident stoners", you inquired as you opened up the chocolate.

"Because we're soulmates? The differences will definitely cause some trouble, but we'll be able to get through them", he told you.

"I still can't believe you two are mates", Ryder said as he started the car. The conversation was then put on hold, you assumed it would most likely be continued tomorrow.

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It was lunchtime when you finally met up with YangYang.

"Sorry I'm late", he said. He dropped his bag onto the floor and sat next to you. He kept his head down and eyes trained on the table.

"You good?" You asked.

"Uh yeah, fine."

"YangYang, you do realize that I can tell your lying, right?" You said as you leaned closer to him. He finally peeked up at you, his eyes were a bit red.

"I hate the fact that I can't lie to you", he said with a slight pout.

"What happened?" You questioned.

His shoulders sagged as he mumbled something incoherently. You raised your eyebrows at him.

"Just Blake and Liam being their usual selves." That's when you noticed the scratch on his cheek.

"Woah hold up. They did that?" You could already feel the anger rising in you. YangYang must've seen it in your eyes and began rambling about how it usually is worse, but as your fists clenched in anger he knew he messed up. Instead, he started backtracking, but it was too late, you were already storming out of the cafeteria to behind the gym. You knew the two boys hung out there during lunch, as cliche as it was. You could hear YangYang trailing close behind and begging you not to do anything.

"Y/N, what's up?" Blake greeted upon seeing you. Before you would've returned the greeting, but now you just grabbed him by the collar.

"Hey what fu-" Liam started, as he moved to you. But you glare turned to him, he immediately paused.

"Wanna tell me what you did to YangYang?" You asked, backing Blake up until he hit the wall.

"Why do you care?" Liam asked.

"One chance to tell me. I might not hit as hard if you answer", your grip tightening.

"Okay we roughhoused a bit, so what?"

"Is this the first time?"

"Yes?" Your right knee jerked up to hit I'm in the stomach. He groaned in pain and would've doubled over had it not been for your hold on him.

"What the hell Y/N?" Liam asked, his eyes widened in shock.

"Shit, fine. We've done it before", Blake panted.

"Oh so now you wanna tell the truth?" You asked rhetorically as your left fist reeled back and connected with his jaw. You dropped him from your hold as you heard Liam rush over to you. His knee made contact with your ribs, but you lunged at him and tackled him to the ground. As his back hit the concrete he let out a huff. You wasted no time on landing the punches. You rolled off of him when Blake attempted to yank you off. Your right foot landed on his chest and he stumbled back after the kick. You stood up, as he hobbled back towards you, and you grabbed onto his hair. He yelped at the pain of you pulling him up by it. You landed a final punch on his cheek and let go before shoving him to the ground where he sputtered up the smallest amount of blood.

"Bully anyone else and you probably won't make it out of the hospital next time. Understand?" You informed them as you moved to stand in front of them. Blake nodded and Liam groaned.

"And tell anyone that if they touch YangYang they're dead. Spread the word that if they mess with my soulmate, I will find them", you told them before grabbing YangYang's hand and walking back to the cafeteria.

"Where were you guys?" Darren asked when you sat back down.

"Had to take care of some assholes. And Andy blacklist Blake and Liam from your selling list." She nodded.

"So what'd they do?" Bridget asked.

"They messed with my mate", you told her as you pulled a blushing YangYang into your arms. Everyone at the table was surprised to say the least, well besides Ryder who was dying of laughter.

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YangYang had decided to ride with Ryder again, he had asked his cousin to drop the two of you off at a local park. You waved Ryder off as he and Bridget backed out of the parking lot and walked with YangYang to a nearby bench. The two of you didn't get to talk after getting back to the cafeteria and you knew he had something to say about the whole situation.

"Alright, go ahead and say it", you told him. He gave you a confused look.

"That you don't wanna date me after the whole lunch fiasco."

"That's not at all what I was gonna say. I was gonna say that A) next time please give me a warning if you're gonna kick someone's ass. B) that was awesome. And C) let's go on an official date and actually start dating." It was your turn to be confused.

You could feel your eyebrows pull together as you asked him, "You still wanna date me?"

"Uh yeah?"

"Why?" You blurted out, prompting the boy next to you to laugh.

"Well I know you'll always protect me. And you're fun. And my soulmate."

"Well, I didn't expect that." He laughed again and stood up, pulling you with him as he walked to a nearby bakery.

"Now let's go on our first date, soulmate", he winked. You smiled, thinking about how it was definitely gonna be interesting to see everyone's reactions on Monday morning. And how the two of your story plays out, but you're looking forward to it.

-🃏

[woossexyponytail]

Chapter 1, The Pirate King.

Ateez x reader.

Ateez pirate au.

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I was sitting in the kitchen while some maids finished off cleaning the plates from the dinner party my parents had, I was staring out the window watching the sun slowly set behind the ocean blue.

My hair was pulled while I was in a daze, turning around I gleared at the young boy that pulled my hair, he was laughing at me while pointing.

Kim Geonhak was a little bit older then me and a horrible boy, always harassing me everytime I saw him. He was in the kitchen because his father had a meeting with mine about something after the dinner party.

"Leave me alone" I told him stomping away to fine my mother or father, walking down to my fathers study the door was wide open. Taking a peek in I saw my father with a few other men.

"Darren, you have finally lost your senses." One of the older men said to my father, I frowned wondering why he said that. "This venture is impossible." Mr Kim piped in.

"For some. Gentlemen, the only way to achieve the impossible is to believe it is possible." My father explained smirking at the men in the room.

"That kind of thinking could ruin you." Another man yelled at my father, I jumped at the loud voice, not expecting it.

"I’m willing to take that chance. Imagine the power we could have if we found Utopia, we would be unstoppable-" my father explained further.

"What are you doing, come on leave the business to the men, dear" my mother said grabbing my arm and dragging me away from the room.

"Mother, what's Utopia?" I asked looking up at her as we sat down at the table, my mother sighed and looked away, another woman was sitting with us, mrs kim.

"Just a silly fantasy, now why don't you read while we wait for the men to finish up, then we can put you to bed" my mother said smiling at me passing me a book. Grabbing it from her I started reading.

"You let your daughter read?" Mrs Kim asked looking shocked, my mother giggled and brushed my hair back.

"Of course, why should men be the only ones to read?" She asked, Mrs Kim shook her head looking disappointed and disgusted at me, I just carried on reading.

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The last of the people filled out of the house as a maid took me upstairs to my room. One of the windows was open leaving my room cold.

The evening was chilly tonight, the night sky clouded over the stars leaving the moon standing alone, there was something different about tonight, something unsettling.

I sat in my room reading while the maid prepared my bed for me to sleep, the house was quiet until I heard a bang on the front door, I looked up at the maid with a questioning look.

"Who would be knocking at this time?" I asked the maid, she stopped what she was doing walking over to the window, but I guess she couldn't see anything when she walked away from the window.

"Your father wasn't expecting visitors after the party, my lady, it would be wise to stay up here" the maid said walking out of the door and closing it behind her.

I stood up from my chair putting the book down on the side of the dresser, rushing forward to the door I slowly opened it, peeking through the small crack.

I couldn't see anything from where I stood so I made my way to the banister that overlooked the foyer.

My mother and father walked in to the foyer with one of the butlers that went to opened the door.

The moment it opened it revealed a group of men all covered in dirt and what looked like blood, the man in front of the group pulled out his gun shooting the butler in the head.

I sceamed as did my mother, she turned around running up the stairs grabbing me as we ran and went to hide.

I looked back behind me to see my farher fight them off, trying to hold them back, for us to get away.

We ran in to one of the many rooms as my mother opened up the closet and pushing me in.

She crouched in front of me strocking my cheek, I looked at her seeing tears in her eyes.

"They haven't seen you, so stay here until they leave alright?" She told me, I grabbed her hands stopping her from leaving.

"Wait, where are you going?" I asked but she just shook her head putting a finger to her lips to keep me quiet, she stood up closing the door.

The door to the room slammed open as the men from before stomped the room grabbing my mother, I put my hands over my mouth to keep my sobbing quiet.

The man that shot the butler pulled out the same gun and aimed at my mother, I closed my eyes turning away, a bang was heard as I slowly opened my eyes watching the men leave.

Their footsteps got quiet so I slowly opened the door and ran to my mother, laying my head on her dead body, I heard running upstairs and straightened up terrified at what would happen if those men saw me.

I relaxed the moment I saw my father at the door, he grabbed me walking me downstairs away from mother.

"Vile creatures, the lot of them. I intend to see to it that any man who sails under a pirate flag gets what he deserves. A short drop and a sudden stop." He told me leaving me with one of the maids as he ran upstairs again.

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My eyes shot opened as I looked around panicked. Seeing that I was back in my room laying in bed, 'It was just a dream' I thought remembering my mothers death, I shock my head to get it clear.

I heard a knock on the door "Are you alright my lady? Are you decent?" I heard one of the maids ask "Yes. Yes?" I said getting up from the bed and grabbing my robe to put on.

"Still abed at this hour? It's a beautiful day. Why don't you go out for a walk today" the maid said walking in to my room and grabbing some cloths for me.

"I don't really feel like going for a walk" I told the maid as she started to dress me with the dress she picked out for the day.

The dress was light blue with white sleeves the dress was a lot heavier than I thought it would be and tighter too.

"You can't be cooped up in here all day, your father will be back from travel later today, and you'll be having that engagement party once he's back" the maid said, I froze at the mentioning of marriage.

"I beg your pardon? Who is getting married?" I asked looking at her, the maid's eyes widened in fear, "My apologies miss, I assumed that you knew, It's your engagement party my lady" she told me.

"And who would this man be? Might I asked" I looked over at her, her eyes widened even more, my stomach clenched not liking her expression.

"Captain Kim Geonhak, it has been arranged since you were seven, the night that you mother sadly passed" she said looking down and bowing her head.

"Maybe I will have that walk today" I whispered waiting for the maid to finish up so I could leave. "Breakfast first my lady" the maid said, I nodded looking out the window of the shiny ocean ahead.

Sitting at the dining table I once again watched the ocean peaceful and calm. I looked up seeing one of the butlers walking in.

"My lady Captain Kim is here to see you" he said stepping aside showing Kim Gunhak, I felt my breakfast start to come back up seeing the man.

"Geonhak, what a pleasant.. surprise." I said slowly standing up and trying to smile up at him. "Isn't it though? I'm just full of surprises." He said walking up to me a huge smile on his face, his arms wide open.

"You know, Yn. There's not a girl in town who wouldn't love to be in your shoes. This is the day your dreams come true." He said smiling down at me, I gulped not liking where this was going.

"What do you know about my dreams, Geonhak?" I asked glancing over to the window where the ocean was. "Plenty. Here, picture this. A beautiful mansion, my latest kill roasting on the fire, and my little wife, massaging my shoulders, while the little ones play with the dogs." He explained, I started feeling sick.

"We'll have three or four." He said, I started walking away from him, "Dogs?" I asked getting near the door to leave.

"No, Yn! Strapping boys, like me!" He said chuckling, still not noticing that I moved away from him, "Imagine that." I said getting to the door ready to run. Geonhak walked towards me grabbing my arms and kneeling down infront of me.

"Yn, will you marry me?" He asked a hopeful smile on his face, I quickly got out of his grip. "Geonhak, I'm speechless. I really don't know what to say." I told him.

"Say you'll marry me." He said I looked behind me then back to him, noticing a few of the maids and butlers watching.

"I, I need a moment" I told him opening the door and running out of the back door, leaving him behind and hopefully he won't be there when I get back.

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I ran out of the house ready for a nice long walk hopefully clearing my head. I walked pass the barn stopping to lean against the fence.

"Can you imagine, he asked me to marry him. Me, the wife of that horrible, nasty boorish, brainless..." I stopped myself sighing looking at the cows and chickens that were around me.

"Ugh I can't believe he wouldn't tell me!" I started yelling now trying to get my anger out.

"And now I'm going insane because I'm talking to a bloody cow!" I yelled, the cow looked up from the grass it was eating mooed at me then went back to eating.

"Maybe you really are going insane my lady" a voice said to the right of me, I spun around quickly, eyes widened in shock, putting my hand up to my heart.

I sighed seeing Hwanwoong the stable hand I smiled sheepishly at him turning my back towards him.

"My apologies my lady I didn't mean to scare you" he said hearing his footsteps coming towards me. I faced him quickly a small smile on my face.

"Not at all Hwanwoong, please excuse me, I have business at the market today" I told him, he bowed down as I rushed off in to town.

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Getting near to the market I already heard the towns people rushing around to get their daily needs, vendor yelling about amazing prices for food or clothing.

I walked past with a small smile on my face as I watched people, I smiled down as a small group of children ran around playing, I loved watching the towns people, they are always happy.

As I carried on walking I noticed the cobble stone taking me to the one shop, in this whole town, that I love, but also the only one I'm not really allowed in, the book store.

I stopped just outside of the small old building, dust on the windows the door rusted, the sign on the top broked, and swinging with the cool wind. Next to the door had another sign saying 'No dogs and No woman' I sighed.

Walking in quickly so no one would see me, I smiled seeing the shop keep no where in sight. Creeping near the back to the section I normally end up in, the Mythical sea tails.

Looking through the shelves I noticed something, 'Hmm what's this' I thought picking it up and taking a look.

The book I held was titled 'Utopia' I opened it up as something fell out of the book. Picking the piece of paper up I opened it up and I gasped 'A map? Too where? Four parts of the world, is this map real?' I wondered as I looked around me, folding the map back up.

Sliding the paper down my chest hidden from view, I picked the book back up and started reading it, but the moment I started the shop keep grabbed my arm.

"No women allowed!, women can't read!" The man said taking the book out of my hands, "sir get off of me, I can read thank you" I told him walking away from him getting angry.

"You're a witch." The man said shock on his face, I sighed "No, I'm not. Am I a witch for being able to have the privilege of a loving mother who wanted me to read?" I asked crossing my arms.

"Witch!" He said pointing at me, I turned around, then looked back seeing the book was still in his hand.

"I simply need to purchase. This book, I will pay you double for selling to a woman." I explained walking closer to him. "Help me!" He yelled trying to get the attention of people outside.

"Help! Help! There is a witch in my shop-" he was cut off as the door opened, seeing someone walk in the man panicked seeing that the man was a pirate.

He was a young man about my age it looked like, his hair was blonde it looked short from under his hat. He had on a long red coat ripped in a few places at the bottom where it was hitting the floor, he had a white but dirty shirt underneath along with brown trousers and matching brown boots.

"And a pirate! There is a witch and a pirate in my shop." The man yelled looking between the two of us. The said pirate looked at me then at the shop keep.

"Well this is your lucky day! Have either of you seen a book?" The pirate said looking around the room, I frowned at him wondering if he meant a specific book.

"Found it." He yelled pointing over to the shop keep to the book I was reading, my curiosity peeked as I wonder if he knew about the map.

The pirate grabbed the book then ran out of the shop, the shop keep fainted, I looked back at the pirate leaving and made the quick and stupid decision to follow.

"Were you part of the plan?" He asked me as I ran along with him, a few guards starting to chase us. "I am not looking for trouble." I told him as we turned a corner.

"What a horrible way to live." The pirate told me as we started climbing up a ladder. "Stop that Witch! Get her!" Some guards yelled, I started to panic.

"We're trapped. What do we do?" I asked looking around as we stood on the rooftop with no where to go.

"You need to scream." The pirate said to me as he then pushed me off the roof and I fell down, thankfully I landed in a heyy bail as the guards ran up to me. "Over there! Secure that woman!"

"You filthy pirate!" I yelled at him as I looked up at the roof seeing him wave at me book in hand, I started running away, "No need for name calling!" The pirate yelled at me as I ran further away.

As I ran around the corner I bumped right in to a couple of guards as they grabbed my arms and pushed me down to the floor.

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The gaurds lead me to the cells as I struggled to run off, but it was no use, they had a tight hold on me, people around town watched with either shock or disappointment, I turned my head in shame.

My father will be so disappointed in me, he'll probably be Furious. The time we got to the prison I had tears running down my face.

"You witch, You'll be put in a cell, once your father returns hopefully he'll leave you here" one of the guards told me.

They walked me down the grimy stairs the building getting darker the further we walked down, getting to one of the many floors they stopped infront of a cell.

"You got company pirate, play nice" the gaurd who opened the cell said to the man leaning against the mossy wall, a pirate hat covered his face, arms crossed staring at the floor.

The gaurd still holding me shoved me in to the cell, tripping over my dress and falling to the floor. Laugher was heard behind me and the slamming of the cell door as it closed, hearing the click of the door locking and their footsteps walking back up the stairs, I sighed the moment they were gone.

A hand appeared infront of my face, looking up to see the man holding out his hand for me to take, and so I did.

"And they call me scum, how can they treat a lady as pretty as you like that?" He asked helping me up.

"Thank you" I said bowing to him, the man infront of me showed his face, it was the same pirate from before.

The man smirked at me taking off his hat and bowing at me, "Captain Kim Hongjoong, at your service" he said his voice was angelic but rough, his eyes stared in to my soul.

"Yn Mickelson" I told him a glear now on my face, he was very polite and kind now then he was before, Hongjoong stood up smiling brightly at me.

"You came right in time, you see I'm about to break free from this god awful place" he told me, I raised my eyebrow in suspicion not believing him.

"And how exactly are you going to do that if you don't mind me asking?" I asked looking around the brick walls and metal polls.

"You'll see" he said chuckling to himself, I watched him for awhile as he was looking around the cell. "What were you doing with that book?" I asked getting curious, Hongjoong stopped then looked over at me smirking.

"Nothing love" he told me going back to what he was doing, "why that book? Did you know something was in it, or did you put something there yourself?" I asked him.

"And how would you know about this something?" He asked walking closer to me, I gulped not liking how close he was so I moved back.

"I might of been reading the book and something might of fallen out" I told him, he smirked at me as he held my chin so I would look at him.

"You took my map didn't you?" He asked I looked away from him not knowing what he would do. Letting go of me he walked off chuckling to himself.

"No wonder nothing was in there, you are a very sneaky woman and one that can read no less, I like that" his smirk was wider.

"A map to four locations, why?, what's there?" I asked him "You wouldn't believe me if I told you" he told me I huffed in frustration.

"Now give me my damn map" he said holding out his hand for me to give him the map, but I refused shacking my head.

"I will not give you the map, unless you tell me where it's too" I told him crossing my arms glearing at him, Hongjoong sighed rubbing his head.

"It's a map to find Utopia" he whispered in my ear, I moved away from him gasping in shock. "Utopia isn't real, no one has ever found it" I said as I watched him closely.

"Oh it's very real" he said smirking at me, then held out his hand again for the map, I looked at his hand for a while until a thought came to mind.

"I'll give you the map, but you have to take me with you, if this Utopia really does exist, I want to go" I told him, Hongjoon watched me for a few seconds then smiled.

"Your smart but stupid, Alright poppet, we have an accord" He shook my hand as we agreed, holding out his hand for the map again.

"I'll keep a hold of it at the moment" I told him, the man sighed but nodded agreeing. "So, how are we getting out?" I asked again.

"This my dear is called a bomb" he said holding out a little black object, he lit the string on the top, how I didn't know but he put the bomb on the floor next to the wall, Hongjoong stood infront of me.

The thing exploded blowing out the wall shacking the whole cell, Hongjoong ran over to the now large hole in the wall, running over to him I looked down with him seeing about a thirty foot drop in to the ocean below.

"I don't suppose this was apart of your escape plan was it?" I asked looking over to him, Hongjoong face paled looking down at the rocky depths.

"I may have had a minor error" he told me smiling sheepishly at me "Someone will have heard that. Off you go poppet" he told me.

"You can not be serious, I'm not jumping down there" I told him looking at the waves crashing to the side of the rocky mountain "Jump!" Hongjoong said as he pushed me out of the hole in the wall.

The wind flew past me my screaming was all I heard then I finally hit the water, the waves crashing against me I tried to fight it but I could not.

My dress became heavier with the water soaking in. It started to pull me down under towards the ocean floor, my breath was difficult to hold as I struggled.

Something started swimming towards me the closer they got I could finally see it was Hongjoong, a knife in his mouth. He got to me taking his knife and ripping my dress off leaving me in my undergarments, but I became lighter.

Swimming up with him we got to the serfest and we swam to the beach shore, coughing out the last of the water still in my lungs.

"Are, Are you alright?" Hongjoong asked breathing heavily as he looked over at me, I just nodded also breathing heavily "Bloody pirate" I coughed out.

"Right, Escape the jail cell, check, now next on the list I believe it would be good to get you some clothes" he told me looking at me up and down.

He held out his hand again for me to take which I did, we walked over to the first house seeing a clothesline, Hongjoong grabbing a few things passing them to me.

"I'm not wearing that, it stealing" I told him, Hongjoong snorted at me a smirk on his face, "Love I'm a pirate I steal, and this day forward so are you" he told me I huffed as he shoved the clothing in to my arms.

He turned around to let me change, he had picked out a white silk button up shirt and some brown trousers, putting them on along with the boots that he left on the ground, they were quite big on me.

"I'm done" I told him, Hongjoong turned around looking at me nodding in approval "Well now you look like a pirate how do you feel" he asked me.

"Like a drowned rat" I told him crossing my arms over my chest glearing at him, "Hmm that works too" Hongjoong said as he walked off I ran after him.

"So where is your ship?" I asked getting closer to him "My what?" He asked looking over at me confused, "Your ship" I asked again.

"Oh my ship, yes I don't have it" he told me I stopped in shock staring at him "What?!" He turned around to look at me "What?" He asked not knowing why I stopped walking.

"You don't have a ship?, but your a captain" I asked not really believing what I was hearing.

"I do have a ship" he said walking towards me pointing at my face, "Then where is it" I said he rolled his eyes at me turning around and walking off again.

"Not here" he said I ran after him again catching up, "What are you talking about?" I asked not knowing what was going on.

"I've got a ship, it just isn't here" he said I grabbed his arm stopping him in his tracks "Then how did you get to the island?" I asked.

"Boat" he said simply his hand raised as his pointed finger was up "Boat?" I asked making sure I heard him properly.

"A small boat" he said walking off again "So where is it?" I asked looking at the port, "Bottom of the ocean" he told me.

"It sunk?" I asked my mouth opened in shock "I didn't say I was a good captain" he told me looking back for a second still walking shrugging his shoulders.

"Clearly" I said mostly to me, regretting my decision immediately sighing I ran after him again.

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We stood watching the port with all the ships coming and going, "We're going to steal a ship? - That ship?" I asked looking at the ship he was staring at.

Hongjoong nodded at me as he walked over to a small boat laying on the beach. He picked it up gesturing me to get in.

"This is either madness or brilliance." I told him as we got closer to the ship without being seen.

"It's remarkable how often those two traits coincide." Hongjoong said as we got to the ship, he helped me up as he quickly grabbed a sword giving it to me and taking one himself.

"Just follow my lead" he told me I nodded agreeing as he walked down the stairs, "Everyone stay calm! We're taking over the ship." Hongjoong yelled at the crew that owned the ship.

"This ship cannot be crewed by one man and a little girl. You'll never make it out of the bay." The Commandeer of the ship said laughing with the rest of the crew.

"Son, I'm The Pirate King. Savvy?" Hongjoon said the commanders eyes widened in shock, "The Pirate King!, ABANDON SHIP!" he yelled as everyone ran off deck or jump in to the ocean.

I looked at Hongjoong as he walked over to the wheel we set off port immediately leaving the crew of the ship behind.

'Pirate King? Exactly who are you Mr Kim' I thought watching him wanting to know what happened with that commander, I guess only time will tell.

[casspurrjoybell-24]

The Alpha's Beta - Chapter 9 - Part 2

BOOK ONE: The Alpha's Trilogy

*Warning - Adult Content*

Don't Play Stupid - Part 2

Beta Darren Phoenix

'Goddess damn mother fucker.'

I had just got to the office and now I had to make my way all the way back home.

I had walked into Jeremy's house, slamming the door behind me.

I went to my bedroom, then to the on-suite bathroom.

I got undressed, took a shower and then got dressed again.

Like fucking Déjà vu from this morning.

I grumbled my way back down the stairs and made my way to the front door.

Just as I was opening it 'Metallica's Fade to Black' started to play from my cell-phone.

Looking down at the screen I groaned in annoyance when I saw Quinton's number.

"I'm not telling you again. No. I will not get you a dirt and worms donuts. You're twenty six Goddess-damn years old," I growled out when I picked up.

"Okay. First off. Ouch. Second off, that's not why I called at all. Okay, maybe a little to why I called..."

"Get to the point Quinton."

"Right, sorry," he apologised.

"The surveillance camera's from sector one to three have gone black. I figured you were out around there maybe you could check it out."

I rolled my eyes locking the door behind me as I left the house and started my half a block walk to Donavan Road and Hiltman Drive.

"Anything weird show up on the camera's before the black out?" I asked looking around the neighborhood as I walked along.

I heard shifting from Quinton before he replied.

"Nothing at all in Sector three, Sector two Mrs. Oliva was outside tending to her garden while Mr. Oliva talked to their tree. Oh and a stray dog walking from sector two to one."

I raised an eyebrow.

People in this pack where just weird.

"Sector one, there was Silas leaving Lucca's house. Looking not to pleased. He made it about half way's to the sidewalk before the camera's cut."

"Alright. Well I guess just stay on the line just in case I find something," I replied as I walked passed the Oliva's.

Who were both still outside Mrs. Oliva sitting down on her porch with a glass of, something.

While Mr. Oliva was sitting beside said tree whispering about the importance of friends.

Someone needs to remind me to get him a psych-check.

He was either a real hippy or crazy.

"Have you passed Silas yet? He should be going to Symon's that's just a blocks away," Quinton said in my ear.

I had almost completely forgotten I was on the cell-phone with him but now that he mentioned it.

I hadn't seen the 'big bad Alpha' or smelled him at all.

"Haven't see 'em. You try calling him. I'll check and see if he went back to Lucca Miethke's house."

With that I hung up the phone and walked to Lucca's house, knocking on the door loud enough for the people next door to hear.

A couple minutes later I heard shuffling from inside and soon an annoyed looking Lucca answered the door wearing a large white shirt that only covered half of his boxer shorts.

His blond hair was dishevelled on his head and if looks could kill.

I'd be long gone.

"What do you want?" he spat crossing his arms over his chest.

"Where is he?"

"Where is who?"

"Don't play stupid. You know who."

Though I was almost sure he wasn't playing stupid he just was.

He rolled his eyes and I mimicked him.

Then propped myself against the door frame, crossing my arms over my own chest.

He sighed dropping his arms.

"He left about ten minutes ago. He said he was going back to Simon's place," he replied getting ready to close the door.

I nodded my head to him before walking back down the path way.

I had this sickly feeling in my gut but I just shrugged it off as I walked back towards the office.

When I got back Quinton was talking to somebody on the office phone, while Darcy was typing away on her computer.

I could honestly say I was shocked when I saw that the pack had an IT room.

They seemed so behind on everything I was surprised they didn't still do stoning's and hanging people for talking to trees.

Quinton hung up and let out a sigh, closing he's eyes and running he's temples.

"What's up?" I asked, sitting in my chair and loading my screens up. Surprised to see the camera's working again.

"Nothing. Pretty tired. I'm guessing he wasn't at Lucca's. I couldn't get a hold of him on he's phone so, I called Simon. He said he got a text from Silas not to long ago. Apparently he's going into the city for some errands. Said he won't be back until tomorrow. Ellis is staying the night at Simon's just in case."

I nodded my head along to what he was saying but I couldn't help feeling sick in my gut again, after listening to what he said.

[hoennhibana]

You're dependable. People come to you when they are in need of advice or a helping hand or any other slew of favors. You think you may have let this become your identity; nowadays you seek responsibilities to take under your wing without your notice.

One of your trainees - Darren - had arrived for the last three days to the gym with large bags under his eyes. His body was twitchy and, whenever he wasn't sagging under the weight of sleepless nights, he was jumping at the littlest sound, pale as a sheet.

No point beating around the bush. You sat the boy down and the pressure of your concern had been enough to crack him. There was something he'd met out in this alley, Darren said, on his way home on Monday. He'd been a little later to leave; it was his turn to do inventory check and he'd always been lousy with numbers. It got dark quickly, but Motostoke was a well lit city, well patrolled. He wasn't afraid. He was, however, surprised to hear some kid sniffling in a narrow alley on his way home.

Darren didn't say anything else. That was fine, the intention wasn't to rattle the poor kid into incoherency. You tell him you'll walk him home and watch as his shoulders droop with immediate relief. You go about the day normally, you close the gym up, and you walk Darren home.

Nothing really happened. You're pretty sure he may have been watching one too many horror movies, but doubting him wouldn't help. You can feel him beside you, strung up like a guitar cord. Every step he takes is like a hand turns the notch a little further, wringing Darren tight, adding on pressure just to see how much he could take before he snapped. He was a nervous breakdown ready to happen.

When you reached the alley way, Darren doesn't step into the mouth of it. You don't ask him to. You face the cramped path for a moment. It's poorly lit, but you can tell it's a dead-end. You don't know how deep it goes, but it can't be that much. There's no doors in there either, can't fit a dumpster and there's barely any trash cans to attract the attention of strays.

But you do here it. After a little while, you hear this gurgling, high pitched mewl of something scared witless. The sound is reminiscent of a child, but it's a lot more reminiscent of your childhood. It's a sound that takes you back, to a home you haven't visited in a long time. You don't turn around to face Darren when you tell him to go home.

You walk into the dark. You don't ask any of your partners to light the space; those things are morbidly afraid of fire. Each step is deliberately slow, accounting for the time needed for the human eye to adjust to darkness. Everything comes in greyscale now, the moonlight highlighting vague shapes on grimy brick walls.

Like you thought, the alley isn't very deep. Doesn't have to be. It looks nearly indistinguishable from a lump of discarded clothes, huddled against the wall and cushioned by a damp cardboard box. It's hunched, trembling, and scared witless. You'd say it must've seen a ghost, but the metaphor was extremely ill fitting. It continues to cry, these high, quiet little whimpers, trapped behind the zipper keeping its mouth tightly shut. Its body seems ragged, quilted, torn at some pieces. It clutches onto a plush, most of its filling having been yanked out of its eviscerated arm and the head lolling to the side, held on by just a few stitches.

The Banette clung to the toy like a soldier would hold the dogtag of a lost friend. It didn't notice anything beyond reliving its own fear.

Kabu is Quiet as the barely muffled sobs and whispers of what could only be described as 'Terrified mourning' echo and titter through the narrow alley.

The Banette holds the doll in a way that speaks too many volumes for him to decipher right now. But he doesn't need to. All he needs to know is that this pokemon is hurt, even if it's not physical, and it deserves the chance to get better.

So the older man gives a good squat back onto his heels, his jacket crinkling at the hip as he bends and he brings himself to the level of the Banette. He knows what they are. And how they are formed. They were much more Common in Hoenn and he has seen his own fair share of them. He's not adept with them, however, so it takes him a long and silent time to think of how to handle this before he speaks between the little cries.

"Can I help?"

It's not a perfect question, but it's one he has to ask. To get its attention.

[kitkatboysworld-blog]

To help with a little insight on my story, I was wearing a summer skirt and blouse type top.

My top with 3 buttons at top, always open lol. 

For the record I've been with my partner 11 years, and never ever ripped him off.

My partner (John) had his buddy (Darren) over to watch football

and UFC, along side a few drinks.

I had been drinking prior to the football, with john. 

We went for dinner and cocktails, so we were already kinda tipsy lol.

Johns friend is a real charmer and easy on the eye, I've always had a little thing for him.

A really close friend of mine, had been with Darren after a party, and had filled me in with

all the gossip. Including in the gossip, his massive cock size and the best sex of her life. :)

So back to the football game, that I never watch with john by the way lol.

I decided to join them.

So here's little old me, watching football with my partner and his mate.

A little drunk and horny, 

so all I'm thinking of is how big Darren's dick actually is. :) 

Time to time id catch Darren checking me out, 

but I was also checking him out so no hard feelings lol.

So it was like around 9.30pm, I think and the game just ended, 

we work all very drunk, laughing and joking with minor sexual jokes. 

So at this stage I was extremely horny but with 1 problem, I wasn't horny for my partner.

I knew Darren was checking me out, so was very curious.

I decided to test the water. I put the remainder of the vodka we wor drinking in the bedroom,

Knowing that Darren was pouring the drinks. 

I seen him going to the kitchen to do so and I followed.

As I entered the kitchen, straight away Darren suggested we are out of vodka.

I answered with "no I left in my room, I was on phone pouring a drink sorry"

I then said il grab it for you, come on I'm going up there anyway. 

He replied with a sexual joke "youl grab it for me will you" meaning his cock I'm sure lol.

I answered his joke with "of course anytime, with a cheeky grin" ;) 

So he followed me to my room, while john was watching the highlights for fights.

I pretended I didn't know we're exactly I left it, so he helped look. 

He then noticed it by my bed and pushed by me, rubbing by my bum with his big cock. 

It was right next to my new underwear, on the bedside locker. 

Darren spotted them and said "woaw johns in for a treat tonight" :)

I been drunk joked saying "not unless you like them more" 

Darren answers straight away with -

"That's a kinky set that I've never seen before, I'd love 2 see them on".

I been drunk said, "well today's your lucky day, I've the same set in red on, il give you a little peek".

He looked at me smiling and said "i won't be greedy il show you my underwear 2" and laughed.

I said "ok just 1 quick look ok", 

I open 2 more buttons on my blouse, so it's basically open now lol.

His answer to this was "Becky you have an amazing body for a mum".

he jus earned himself some brownie points with me their lol. 

He then said "your boobs are unreal", 

I said "eh your looking at my underwear Darren not my boobs" lol.

He then said "ah yeah" an smiled. He then said "what abou the bottom half", 

I smiled and said "ok a quick look".

I leaned against my bedside locker and pulled up my skirt for like 10 seconds.

He said "fuck your just an out and out milf".

I laughed an giggled and said "thank you, right then I said so it's your turn" ;)

He replied "really" ? I was like "sure I've showed you, so you might as well" :)

He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down a little, to reveal he was wearing tommy hilfigure BRIEFS.

I'm used to seen my partner in boxer shorts all the time, so it was already a change of sight.

Not only was that a change of sight, but his bulde was ridiculous lol :) 

I had to say 

"eh Darren your Underwear are really nice, but are you happy to see me lol".

He laughed and replied "not all Becky, my little man is dead 2 d world here". (His cock)

I laughed stairing at his bulge an said "dead !! yeah riiigt" lol. 

It has 2 be getting hard or something ?

He jus laughed again and said "your mad Becky, that's just what a 10 inch cock looks like asleep".

I nearly swallowed my tongue lol, "10 inches" I asked ? He replied "Ye 10.5 to be pricise".

He then said "here look you've been good to me, I'll be good to you, touch it"?

I said "no I can't johns downstairs and we're already up here about 10 minutes, we better go back down".

He said "ye of course, and just as he said that, he pulled it out. 

"At least look" he said an laughed.

But to be perfectly honest, I hadn't stopped looking lol. 

Straight away, i felt week at my knees, my partners cock isn't even half of it when hard. 

And he's soft. I then just said "holf fuck Darren, it doesn't look normal" lol.

I then picked up the vodka and said "come on we better go back down". 

As I handed him the vodka, he grabbed me abruptly, and whispered, 

"I want to fuck you". 

Me being drunk grabbed hold of his massive dick,

And said "that makes 2 of u". :) 

I couldn't even fit my hand around it, unlike my partners lol. 

He gave my a kinky little kiss, and squeezed my bum. :) 

I wanted to just drop to my knees, and struggle to fit his massive soft cock in my mouth.

I was honestly nearly orgasming from been beside it lol. 

Right then in the moment, I hear "REBECCA" i straight away in a sweat, walk 2 stairs to reply.

John then says "we're out of vodka" not knowing it was upstairs. lol 

"I'll just pop to the off license before it closes, and grab more.

Do you want atin ? and I think Darren's in the toilet, ask him if he wants atin".

So I say "oh is he...yeah hang on !DARREN!, johns going the off license for more drink, do you want atin. 

He replies "ye just grab a few more of the same".

He said " just grab more of the same hun, maybe grab some more mixers and crisps too".

As the hall door slammed !!

Darren just dropped his jeans to the floor. 

I've never attacked a cock, like I did in my life.

I dropped to my knees, to be seduced by this hunk.

As I was sucking on just the top of it, it grew an grew and grew, 

i taught holy mother of god lol, it was like the bottom half of my leg lol.

He stood me up after a few minutes and said "bend over d stairs", 

I asked "had he pretection" but he said he hadn't. 

I resisted and stopped him, saying "we need protection".

He grabbed my boobs and and forced himself on me.

I wasn't long resisting and found myself choking on his cock.

The thing grew so big, I was actually in shock.

Few more minutes pass, of me sucking his very suckable cock.

I then stood up and kissed him, before bending over my bed.

He slowly start squeezing his cock into me.

I was really been pushed to my limit here, he was stretching me open so much.

I didn't once consider the damage he was doing to me, never mind my relationship.

Letting him carry on, he fucked me like an a****l, untill I came so hard, all over his huge cock. 

[softsebnbuckystan]

Soul ties - Part 9 (Bucky Barnes au)

"If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world ?"

"Can I come in?"

It was Bucky's voice – of course it was. You tried wiping your tears away before speaking. A part of you didn't care if he saw you crying, but you still hated when you couldn't hold back the tears.

"Yes." Your voice was husky from the crying and you weren't sure he'd heard you until he opened the door. You were still on your knee, unable to even look at him.  Bucky seemed to understand talking wasn't really what you wanted at the moment. Instead, he kneeled next to you and unexpectedly wrapped his arms around your shaking body. You'd noticed how rare it was for him to touch people ; even tapping Steve's shoulder seemed to hardly ever occur to him. Your shaking stopped instantly as you gave into his embrace, leaning against his chest.

"He was about to call me a whore, wasn't he?"

Had it been Steve, he would've told you no in an effort to comfort you. But Bucky radiated blatant honesty when he talked to you, which you appreciated more than you would say.

"It doesn't mean he's right," he said.

"Maybe not. But that's still the word he wanted to call his wife. How did I even- fuck." You shook your head. "How did I ever fell for his tricks? I knew his friends were trash but...I thought he was the exception. I never thought he'd act like this with me."

"Act how? Rude?" Bucky asked, unsure about what you exactly meant.

"Yeah. The neglect has been going on for years, you know." You looked up at him and got out of his arms to sit properly. It didn't take him long to take a seat next to you, leaning his back against your bed. "I just put it all on his job." You grabbed Bucky's hand : you'd never needed to touch him as much as you did now. Something in the controlled way he breathed and the warmth of his skin helped you think straight and prevented you from spiralling.

"Is it the first time he insults you?"

"Openly? Yeah." You sighed. "He's been petty before but calling me names...never."

"I'm afraid to ask this, but I have to." He looked you in the eyes, searching for...what, exactly? "He was pretty violent when he grabbed your shirt. Was that the first time as well?"

The question made you look away once more. Inexplicable guilt flooded your body as you tried to think of some lie. You leaned your head back on the mattress and closed your eyes, opting for honesty.

"No."

You could almost hear Bucky's jaw clenching ;  his other hand formed a fist, whereas the one holding yours remained gentle.

"He's never been violent intentionally," you quickly explained. "It's just... We've had our fights, alright? And when we start yelling at each other, I always tell him we both need to calm down but that doesn't suit me so he tries to stop me from leaving the apartment and...well. It goes from grabbing my arm a little too hard or just locking the door and hiding the keys. He even threw them out the window once."

Recalling those fights didn't help your tears stop rolling on your cheeks but damn, it felt good to actually say it to someone. Wanda never needed you tell her things : she could just read them when she felt like you were lying. With Bucky, it was different. You actually wanted to tell him what had happened.

"What did you do when he did those things to you?"

"Not much. It only made me angrier so I would sit on the couch or even in my room and stop talking to him until he opened the door."

"You do realise how that's...far from right, yeah?"

"I'm starting to." You shrugged. "This might be stupid but, seeing how everyone here treats me, how you treat me, it's making me realise Darren is not this perfect husband I imagined him to be. He was the easy way, you know? We met, we liked each other and he had a good situation and I could already see the white-fence family every American movie depicts. I just didn't know it would turn into a soap opera." You laughed bitterly at your own not-so-funny joke.

Bucky suddenly got up, keeping your hand in his to help you stand as well.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"It's still your birthday and I don't want it to be ruined by that guy," he let out in one breath. "C'mon."

He took a right turn after your bedroom door, walking you further away from where the party was supposed to be. You didn't walk for long before he opened an other door, walking you into his own room.

"What's the plan, exactly?" you asked again, more than confused. "I thought you meant we'd go back to the others, and..."

"Damn, I didn't realise how this looks." He let out a nervous laugh and you mentally slapped yourself for going blank over how cute it was. "Nobody even asked you to a proper dance on your own birthday and I want to fix that, if you'll allow me."

He looked back at you through his eyelashes, looking all anxious about your answer.

"What music choice do we have?"

His face lit up and he went through a box of vinyls on the floor. "I only have old stuff, I'm sorry. I believe this should do it, though," he said as he picked out one of the pockets. "It's from 1956, but it actually came out first in the 30's. Most people know the most recent, so..."

"I didn't know you were a music nerd," you said with a smile.  "How very cute of you."

He shrugged as he placed the disk on the record player. Piano notes started rising through the air and you recognised Louis Armstrong's voice.

"May I?" Bucky held out his hand and he waited for you to nod before grabbing yours, placing his left hand on your hip. Your instinct was to inch closer to him as you both started swinging slowly in the middle of his room. His blue eyes were sounding  you out.

"This was indeed a wonderful idea," you whispered, not wanting to break the moment as Ella Fitzgerald started singing her own chorus of Cheek to cheek. Bucky beamed and you enjoyed the view, returning  his smile before resting your head on his chest. His heartbeat became another rhythm to follow and be lulled to. "I can't explain how you make me feel and that scares me, Buck. And yet, it's the best feeling I've ever experienced."  The use of his nickname did something to him : you felt his heart skip, causing you to smile discreetly. "Talking to you is ridiculously easy," you continued, "and I'm not that muck of a talker. Just ask Wanda."

He laughed softly and you tilted  your head up as his chest shook from the movement.

"I know what you mean," he confided. "I don't feel all of the guilt I carry when I'm with you. It's refreshing. I don't feel like I'm being judged at every second."

"I couldn't possibly do that," you explained. "I know a little more about the things they made you do, now, and I'm more impressed at how you came out of this. You're still there whenever someone needs help, like when that fire alarm rang for no reason the other day. And when that thing went off in the lab, you took time to help me. How could anyone judge you negatively?" Your frowned. "Sorry, I interrupted you."

"It's fine," he assured you as the next song on the vinyl started playing (not that you were paying much attention to the music, even though Dream a little dream of me was an all time favourite of yours).

Your eyes scanned his face and when you noticed his own gaze lingering on your lips, you moved  your hand from his shoulder to his neck. You were still slow dancing effortlessly, and you could feel his breath slightly picking up.

"I want to do something," you muttered. "But if you don't want me to, I won't feel bad if you stop me." The last thing you wanted was him to let you do anything out of pity ; you didn't think that was the type of thing he'd do, but there was no harm in making sure. Your fingers fiddled with the short hair on the back of his head and you extended your neck a bit. You felt Bucky's breath on your nose and lips as you got even closer to him, closer than you'd ever been until now.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked in a whisper. "Trust me, I do, but last thing I want-"

Those were the only words you needed. You pressed your lips against his and a whole firework show started in your belly. His hand on your hip pulled you into an even closer embrace as you kept playing  with his air. When you broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his, you couldn't get rid  of your smile. So it was true, what books said about butterflies.

--- I'm so happy to finally post this part!! This was definitely my favourite to write so far, even though it's a tie with the stars scene. :) I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it.

P.S. : the tag list is still growing and damn that makes me so happy!! Your support means everything.

P.S. 2 : I feel like this story will be wrapped soon. If you have any request/idea you'd like to see for a next one (short one shots or series), I will gladly hear it!

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[softsebnbuckystan]

Souls ties - Part 3 (Bucky Barnes au)

"I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met"

The sun had set a while ago and the band had been replaced by speakers, meaning the party was coming to an end, even though you still hadn't properly talked to Bucky. You  knew you probably should've payed more attention to your own husband but Darren seemed to enjoy himself more around his college friends. It would've driven you mad, had it been a regular party. Oddly enough, his behaviour that night didn't bother you as much as it should've. One might say your attention was elsewhere. It was late, and you were thirsty for water after all the champagne and hors-d'oeuvres you'd had. You were positive your rosy cheeks attested for it. At the bar, you took a minute for yourself and sat down, taking this occasion to relieve your feet from your high-heel shoes. The night's fresh air made the hair on your neck stand on end and your body's instinct was to shiver, even though the weather was still quite nice. Your body tensed up as you felt a presence at your side.

"Feeling a little tired there?" he asked. You were starting to know this voice now, and it was like music to your ears.

"I needed to be away from the crowd for a moment," you confessed.

"Oh, I can leave if you want."

This made you look at him instantly. "No, stay." You realised how pressing you must've sound and chuckled at his confused eyes – which had a beautiful shade of blue in the moonlight. "I mean...I didn't want to get away  from you, specifically. Sorry if it sounded that way."

"I'd get it, you know," Bucky said. "What happened earlier..."

"...was disturbing for us both, I assume."

Bucky didn't say anything about you interrupting him. It felt natural, actually, almost like finishing his sentence rather than rudely stopping him mid-speech.  "Yeah, exactly," he continued. "I'm really sorry if that caused you...any pain or something."

"What? The coffee?" you asked naïvely. "Don't worry, it wasn't that hot," you said with a wink.

A faint smile appeared on Bucky's lips, making you notice both how he hadn't smiled much until then and that it lightened up his face in a touching way.

"I meant pain as in fear, or anxiety. Your wedding mustn't be the place you expected to hear those words." He looked you in the eyes and you  shivered once more. "Are you cold?"

You shook your head no before looking down to your knees. His eyes on you were making you  feel all sorts of ways you wouldn't dream of sharing with anyone. "No, I'm not," you said. Taking a careful breath in, you decided to glance at him. Your eyes paused at the same time as your lungs, taken away by the beauty of the man's face. Something behind his blue iris was beyond description and drove you even more eager to get to know him, his story, his passions and pet-peeves, his everything. He'd seemed to have stopped breathing for a second as well, but you weren't entirely sure it hadn't been a figment of your imagination.

"Maybe we should go back to the others," you whispered. You tried getting off your stool and slipped next to your shoe. Bucky moved fast to grab you with his arm and prevent you from hitting the ground. His grip was firm ��  exaggeratedly firm. You brushed off the sensation of his leather glove on your back and thanked him hastily before going back to Steve.

"Are you okay?" he asked, lowering his voice.

"Yeah, sure." You knew he wasn't fooled by your answer ; Steve knew you better than you knew yourself. Bucky stayed silent for a while after that, and neither of you seemed to fathom what to do next.

---

"Ready to go, honey?"

You opened surprised eyes at Darren's question. It was barely past midnight.

"Darren, we can't leave before the other guests, c'mon..."

Your husband looked disappointed and now that most of your shock had gone away, his attitude was slowly driving you mad, especially when you gave deeper thought to his actions and words throughout the day.

"Do you even want to be here at all?" you asked him, somewhat dryly.

"Calm down, y/n. We've been here forever and I wanna rest for the night. Is that too much to ask?"

"Resting on your wedding night? Yeah,  that's a lot to ask for," you replied. "I thought we were going to party until the end and have fun with our friends before going home. Consensual marriage is supposed to be celebrated, don't you know that? Ugh, you really are a buzzkill sometimes."

"Wow, easy there. If you want to stay,  fine. But I'm going home."

"Are you serious right now?" Your stomach was burning with anger and disappointment. You loved Darren, but this kind of behaviour had become a habit of his. "You're going to leave me alone at our wedding party?"

"You're not alone, you have Steve and Wanda and...whoever that guy is over there. Enjoy the rest of your night."

"Damn it, Darren, that's not fair!"

Wanda's eyes turning towards you made you realise how loud your voices had been and you lowered yours a notch.

"Fine, go home. But don't expect me to be all smiles when I join you, if I even do."

Upon those words, you turned around and walked away from him. You were perfectly aware that there was no point in reasoning with him at this point. You ended up going back to your group and were surprised to see that Steve and Wanda had walked away as well, leaving Bucky alone.

"Where are they  going?" you asked, still angry from what'd just happened.

"They're grabbing more drinks. Wanda said she'd choose something for you since you were...busy."

You brought your hand to your forehead, ashamed that he'd heard you losing your temper.

"Sorry about that. He's just...difficult, sometimes."

"I saw that," he said with his hands in his pockets, "and no need to be sorry." You could see him take a deep breath in before he kept talking, even  though he was trying hard to look as calm and composed as possible. "Come, let's take a walk. It'll help you blow off some steam."

You followed Bucky through the garden and as you drifted away from the crowd, hearing less and less voices, a soothing feeling filled your body and mind. You took deep breaths in and deep breaths out, taking in the bucolic smell of the close-by forest. The only thing left bothering you were your shoes, and you made the call to take them off, leaning on Bucky's shoulder without even thinking about it. He stopped to let you do it.

"Here, let me hold them." He gently grabbed your shoes by the heels and carried them for the way.

"Thank you." You took a peek at him and smiled. "How did you know a walk would calm me down?"

"I...I  just did," he answered with a shrug. "Did it work?"

"It's starting to." You smiled at him ingenuously, taking in some of his features at the same time. The slight crook of his nose, the rebellious hair on his neck...  A question was burning your lips. It was just the two of you, so you might as well just ask. "Did you ever give much thought to what your tattoo said?"

He didn't seem taken aback by your question. At least you didn't think he was, even though his emotions were hard to read.

"Not really. I just assumed someone would pay me a compliment out of the blue  and confuse the hell out of me." He chuckled for the first time since you'd met him and you got a feeling that didn't happen often. He stopped quickly, as would a kid caught red-handed. "You?"

"I had lots of scenarios in my head. Someone bumping into me, stepping on my feet or even running me over with a car...I mean, that sentence could've been said at many occasions, really."

"It's true, though I don't think saying 'shit, I'm sorry' would be an appropriate apology after running somebody over with a car."

You laughed at his remark and nodded in agreement.

"True. It is only an appropriate apology for spilling coffee all over someone," you teased.

You couldn't even hear the music the speakers were playing anymore, only the insects buzzing and leaves brushing against each other. As you walked, you got dangerously closer to Bucky. You knew what your body was doing, where your legs were taking you, but you had no idea why  they were doing it. You shouldn't have been standing so close to him, especially on your wedding night. Your hand accidentally brushed against his leather glove and he moved away. His movement wasn't big enough to call it an act of repulsion, but you also didn't know why exactly he didn't want to be close to you.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I just..."

"...want to be close. I know." He sighed and stopped walking. "It's a weird feeling and I didn't think you...I thought you weren't feeling it."

"What? The feeling that draws me to you and that I can't control? Of course I feel that. I've...I've met you hours ago, and yet..."

"You feel a connection that dates to much longer than that," he finished.

"Exactly. I couldn't really put words on it but...yeah. That's what it feels like."

"I'm sorry," he said. "Steve wanted me to come here for some reason and I..."

"Don't say you shouldn't have come, please."

He looked back at you and saw you'd been staring at your feet saying that sentence. His face changed in an instant.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. Not at all, actually... If I hadn't been there tonight, you might have actually enjoyed your wedding."

"I did enjoy it," you replied in a hurry. "Just not the way I imagined." You stared into his eyes,  trying to understand what he was feeling in this very moment. "We'll see each other again, right?"

"That might not be a good idea, as much as I would want to."

"But...as my sister always tells me, soulmates don't have to be romantic. I can be happily married and still get to know you....can I?"

He tightened his lips, thinking about his answer. His face gave you no clue as to what he truly wanted, but the answer he gave you might have been an indication.

"You can try. I can try."

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Part 3 is where I chose to start the fluff haha! I hope you enjoyed this part. It felt quite cute writing it, so I hope the final result is :)

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