#I had to adjust the photos cause it was killing me

[clownputo]

So sorry for my wack ass posting schedule N̶o̶t̶ r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ t̶e̶e̶h̶e̶e̶

Edit: extra parts I'm just gonna link underneath for my convenience

[seoktized]

mdni.

a/n: this gyub rot is killing me PLS i need him so bad.. reblogs are very appreciated <3 thank u for reading :3

warnings: cursing, phone sex, gyuvin calls reader ‘bunny’ + other pet names (sweetheart, pretty girl, doll), toy usage.

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imagine teasing gyuvin by sending him pics of you all dolled up in a pretty pink set, sending it with a message saying ‘miss you tons’

gyuvin was shocked, you knew he was filming for their new comeback. but he also knew you didn’t care. you just wanted a reaction out of him.

you smirked as texts from gyuvin began flooding in, but the last text was accompanied by a picture.

a picture of his hand resting over his bulge, his jeans down around his ankles. you assumed the photo was taken in the bathroom of the building they were filming in.

‘call me.’

you sat up on the bed, propping your phone up before hitting the facetime button. excitement flowing through your veins as you waited for gyuvin to pick up.

when the call connected you were greeting with an annoyed gyuvin.

“you couldn’t wait until i got home? you’re that needy?” he questioned. you watched as his eyes darted around the screen, taking in your pretty form.

you nodded, “i’m sorry, gyuv.. i was layin’ here and i started thinkin’ about you. i wanted to surprise you.”

“well, bunny, your little surprise got me hard,” he chuckled before shuffling a bit, “now you’re gonna help me out cause i cant film like this.”

there was a pause before he flipped the camera around, revealing his hard cock. the tip red and leaking as he slowly stroked himself.

“c’mon, bun, don’t be shy.” he said lowly.

you moved back on the bed, spreading your legs for gyuvin. he watches as you teasingly pulled off your panties.

“fuck, you don’t think you’ve teased me enough? don’t wanna have to punish your more later.” he said through gritted teeth.

your eyes trailed over to your nightstand, remembering you had a dildo stashed in there for whenever gyuvin wasn’t around.

“wait a sec,” you squeaked before moving out of the camera to grab the toy.

gyuvin’s hand stopped at the base of his cock, waiting for you to come back into view. when he saw what was in your hand, he cursed under his breath.

you quickly adjusted yourself and spread your legs once again, this time reaching down to rub the toy up and down your slick. you moaned as it brushed against your clit.

“put it inside, bun,” he groaned, “i gotta go back soon.”

you nodded and pushed the dildo in slowly, the stretch making your head tilt back and your eyes flutter shut.

“mmm, fuck, gyuvin. wish it was you..” you moaned out.

gyuvin winced, tightening his grip on his cock, imagining it was your cunt wrapped around his length. you opened your eyes, titling your head back down to watch as gyuvin fucked his hand.

a whine escaped your lips as the tip of the dildo reached deep inside your pussy, almost feeling like gyuvin’s.

“that’s it, pretty girl. shit- you gonna cum for me? make a mess all on the bed?” gyuvin’s eyes were glued to the screen, watching as your cunt sucked in the toy.

you cried out, nodding profusely at gyuvin’s words. your free hand snaked down to your clit, drawing circles on the bundle of nerves.

“cum for me, bunny.” he groaned.

the stimulation to your clit and the rasp of gyuvin’s voice was all it took to send you over the edge. gyuvin came at the sight of your convulsing form, a stream of curses flowing from his mouth.

you whimpered as you slid the dildo out and you heard a sharp intake of air from gyuvin.

“ready for you to get home, gyu.” you said with a loopy grin on your face. you sat up to grab your phone then fell back onto the bed.

gyuvin had now turned the camera and you could see his flushed cheeks.

“you’re in for a long night, sweetheart.” his eyes narrowed before a loud knock echoed throughout the room.

“gyuvin? you okay in there? you’ve been gone for like 30 minutes.”

you couldn’t make out who the voice was, but gyuvin rolled his eyes, replying “yea, i’ll be out in a sec.” to the person outside.

“see you later, doll. no more pictures like that while i’m at work okay? can’t risk the boys seeing ‘em.” he said.

you nodded, “mhmm okay, gyuv. see you later, i love you.”

“i love you more,” gyuvin replied before he hung up, quickly scrambling to get out of the bathroom and finish filming so he could go home.

‘time to plan another surprise’ you thought to yourself.

[honeylations]

KIM CHAEWON x FEM!READER

Prompt: Chaewon is the school’s bully so her rules were simple: she’ll bully you. And you’ll let her bully you. That’s it. However for you, that’s never going to happen. What’s better than killing with kindness? FLIRTING.

Warnings/Notes: implied g!p reader, flirty badass reader, bully Chaewon, sexual remarks, suggestive at the end

You adjusted the one strap of your backpack onto your shoulder as you released a big yawn, tired from the previous day’s baseball practice. As you continued your way down the halls, you noticed the weird stares locked on you.

You couldn’t tell what the stares meant but it made you feel uncomfortable. Your best friends Kazuha and Yunjin ran to your side, their stares just the same as everyone else’s.

“Why is everyone looking at me like I got two heads? Or are they still shocked about me having a dick? I thought we went past that by now” you huffed but Kazuha shoving her phone to your face stopped you in your tracks.

On the screen was the school’s gossip page on X, exposing photos of you naked in the gym showers. It didn’t exactly expose all of you, just your back from the waist up and under the shower head.

“What the—“

“Someone is totally stalking you bro. Like they really want to mess up your reputation” Kazuha said angrily and put her phone down.

You scoffed and smiled, confusing your friends.

“Bro this isn’t funny” Yunjin grumbled but you patted their shoulders.

“They can try and ruin my reputation. I always know how to bite back”

“Hey Y/n, nice shower photos by the way. Never knew how manly your shoulders looked until now” Chaewon said with a scrunched nose, causing her group to laugh in the classroom.

You put down your novel and stretched. “Aw thanks for noticing, babe. Worked hard on them just for you” you winked before going back to reading.

Chaewon’s smile faltered a little but she sat up and cleared her throat, trying not to let your flirty remark get to her head. “N-No wonder why you got no boyfriend. Who���d want to date a girl with a boy’s body?”

Her group laughed again but your gaze never left your book. “That’s because I’m a lesbian with a big dick. I know some girls here dig that. Right Sakura chan?” You tilted your head just to smirk at the Japanese girl, who was also Chaewon’s best friend.

Sakura instantly stopped laughing and looked at her feet with red cheeks.

Chaewon stood up from her seat, not knowing whether her sudden anger is from jealousy or from how annoyingly attractive you looked in your seat.

“Fuck you Y/n! If you don’t want more naked photos, then how about shower in your own home?”

Ok Chaewon had to admit that was the worst insult she could ever come up with but luckily her group hyped her up anyways, making the situation less embarrassing.

Finally slapping your book down, you moved out of your seat to stand in front of Chaewon who was many inches shorter than you were. You glared down at her and she smirked, thinking she finally hit a nerve in you but she wasn’t expecting you to start unbuttoning your school shirt from the top down.

“W-What are you doing?!”

“From all your yapping about my shower photos, it seems like you just wanted to see my body. I can show you all of it if it’ll get you to shut up”

Sakura’s eyes widened as she couldn’t look away.

Chaewon too. Her mouth opened and closed by no words were coming out. You were reaching button after button and she caught a glimpse of the top of your abs before you stopped.

“I’m not even done yet and you’re finally quiet. Want the full show? Stop being a bitch and lay on my bed. Your mouth could be of better use that way” You said coldly to her face before storming out of the class to the nearest bathroom.

And of course, Chaewon had to run after you. She wasn’t going to back down until she won this stupid fight.

She barged in the bathroom and saw you leaning your back against the sink with arms crossed, glaring at her. “I should’ve known you were gonna follow me. What else do you have to say to me?”

Chaewon cursed under her breath and stomped up to you, grabbing a fistful of your still unbuttoned shirt. “You think you can walk away like that? We are NOT done here”

“Why are you trying so hard to get a rise out of me? Admit it Chaewon, I’m not like your little victims. You can make them cry and beg for your mercy but that’s never gonna happen with me, do you understand?”

She stayed silent. Anger rising as she breathed heavily.

You grabbed onto her wrist that held your uniform. “Let go of me”

“Fuck you and your pretty face” she hissed and pulled you down to meet her soft lips.

It took a whine and bite of your lower lip to finally process what was going on so you held onto her waist and pulled your fronts together.

You were annoyed at how easily hard you got from such a messy kiss but when you felt Chaewon rubbing herself onto your bulge, all complaints went out the window.

“Ow!” You pulled away when she bit harder on your lip, actually drawing some blood. “What was that for?”

“For pissing me off. And for flirting with Sakura in front of me”

You smirked and kissed her puffed cheeks. “You’re so cute when you’re angry. Like a puffer fish”

“Yah fuck you!” She hit your chest.

“I’ll let you if you stop with all this bullying!”

Her face went redder than it already was. “No!”

“Then you can’t have me” you crossed your arms and looked away like a child.

But Chaewon grabbed your hands and placed them on her hips again. “Noooo I want you”

“Can you at least tone down the bullying? Please Chae?”

She sighed and looked deeply into your determined eyes. “Fine I’ll try…”

“Damn. Never knew the school’s bully could be so in love with me”

“SHUT UP, I JUST FIND YOU HOT!”

You snuggled your face into her neck and chuckled. “Don’t lie baby”

“Keep messing around and I’ll poke your eyes out”

You started placing wet kisses under her jaw. “Sorry sorry. Can we continue now?”

Chaewon rolled her eyes and pulled you in by the neck tie inside the closest stall.

Now I let your horny imaginations go crazy 👁️

Also sorry this was short. It’s been stuck in my drafts for AGES!

[cheesecakeluver]

THE MORNING AFTER

hamzahthefantastic x reader

‎𐰁𖦹°⋆ When you wake up after a night out in a strangers bed, the two of you desperately try and figure out the events of that night, and how you ended up in his bed.

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I stir in bed, awakening to a headache that pierces my skull. I shift in the covers lazily, snuggling into the warmth of them as cool air filtered the room.

Just as I’m near the the point of drifting back to sleep, I feel an arm drape over me. I sit upright immediately in shock, my eyes wide as they land across a dark curly haired man, who seems cosy in bed beside me. My mind begins racing, my heart beating uncontrollably fast as I stare at him, extremely confused, realising he was shirtless.

My eyes tear away from him, to the room surrounding me, and my jaw gapes wide open, as the room looking back at me wasn’t mine. The question running through my head, was how the fuck did i end up here, in this house, in this man’s bed?

Suddenly, the man in bed starts to stir, his eyes opening blearily as he wipes his curls away from his eyes, yawning softly, completely unaware.

That is, until his eyes adjust to the morning light peering through the window, and his expression becomes bewildered, stumbling out of the bed, wrapping the covers around his exposed body.

“Why are you in my bed? Who are you?” He exclaimed, his eyes widening as they scanned over me.

“I don’t know! I don’t even know who you are, or why I’m here, or.. even where the fuck I am!” I nervously ramble, my head in my hands as I avoid eye contact with him, my cheeks flushing pink.

He tilts his head as he continues to look me up and down with wide eyes, making me all the more flustered as i realised my attire, and the lack of clothes covering me.

“I was hoping that you’d be able to fill me in on what happened last night too” he asks, his breathing slowing down as he began to calm himself.

“My head is fucking killing me, and all I even vaguely remember is that one of my friends invited me to this party last night..” I recall, sitting down on the edge of his bed as I try and remember more of the previous night.

He slowly nods his head as you speak, smirking slightly as he gets a good look at you in your underwear.

“You and me both, this hangover isn’t fun”He responds, scratching the back of his head as he groans, feeling the effects of the alcohol from the night before still.

“Any more details coming back to you?”

I sigh, frustrated, until I get an idea.

“Wait, your phone. Where is it?” I ask frantically, thoughts and ideas flooding my mind.

He chuckles at my eagerness to be on his phone, clearly amused by it. He stretches to grab his phone that was charging on the beside table, handing it to me.

“There you go” he smiles, sitting down on the bed beside me, leaning back.

“Did you take any pictures last night, or post anything?” I question, giving the phone back to him so he could enter his passcode, my fingers dancing against his as I do, causing my heart rate to go up just that little bit faster.

He leaned in close to me, his muscular build now almost touching mine, grinning as he watched me fidget with my fingers as he enters the passcode. He opens up his photos, scrolling through photos and videos from the night before.

“I got a few, yeah” he mentions, scrolling through the dozens he had saved.

“Show me” i whisper, almost scared to look, just incase, as I lean closer to him, peering over his shoulder to face the small phone.

He snickers at how close I’ve gotten, obviously liking having my body practically pressed against his. He opens up one of the videos, showing a clip of me and him, clearly drunk, dancing together in the middle of the table.

I groan, running my hands through my hair as my cheeks flush bright pink, embarrassment overcoming me at my past, drunken self.

“Just.. skip to the next one” i cringe, hearing my past drunken self singing through the speaker.

He chuckles at my embarrassed state, thoroughly enjoying my reaction. He skips to the next video, where we see a video of me and him standing next to each other, and I’m clearly trying to balance myself on his much larger frame as i struggle to stand up straight.

I can faintly hear the sound of my girlish giggling over the music, making me feel like vomiting due to how much desperation leaked off of me.

He continues to scroll through the videos for a little while longer, showing us both in various compromising positions on the couch, floor, bathroom, even the kitchen. He smirks to himself as i become more flustered, before finally returning to the main camera roll.

“Well” he grinned, turning to face me, our faces merely inches apart.

“That explains a lot”

“Remind me never to go out ever again and keep myself locked up in my house forever” i groan, rubbing my eyes intensely until I begin seeing stars.

He laughs gently at my dramatic exclamation, as he reaches his hand out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear, enjoying how flustered i looked.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, trust me, we were both just as bad as each other” he sighs, leaning back again his bed once again.

A silence fills the air between us, not awkward, just comfortable as our minds race with different thoughts, and confusing conversations.

We both turn to each other, at the same time, speaking over one another.

“I don’t eve-“

“Listen I’m-“

We both pause, laughing slightly, until he motions his head towards me, and i go first.

“I don’t even know your name..” I admit, wondering if he ever told me it to begin with.

He chuckles as i admit that i don’t know his name, clearly amused by it.

“it’s Hamzah” he replies casually, before smirking.

“And what’s yours? other than the pretty girl that stumbled into my bed last night?”

Blush covers my face before I can help it, and I smile sheepishly. “It’s y/n. You’re so shameless” i laugh, slapping his arm lightly as he chuckles, his curls falling into his dark eyes.

He grins in response to my shyness, clearly enjoying my reaction to his shameless flirting.

He looks down at my arms as i slap his, taking my wrists in his hands, his fingers almost completely circling my arms.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered” he teases, knowing how to get a rise out of me at this point. How I wish I was sober enough to remember last night..

I freeze, memories from last night flooding my head as my heart begins to panic, beating faster and faster.

“I should probably, uh, leave. Get out of here, you know..” i say awkwardly, standing up from the warm spot on the bed beside him, and looking around the room for my discarded clothes, evidence of our interaction last night.

I’d never gotten this close with someone before, and certainly not a man I had met the night before. It was surreal, how easy it was to talk to him, but I knew I needed to slow down.

He watches me as i stand up from the bed, his dark eyes trailing all over my body, shamelessly appreciating the view. He lets out a light sigh, not making an effort to stop me.

“Yeah.. probably should”

He mumbles, also standing up, the sheets falling from around his waist to the floor, revealing his muscular bare torso, causing my heart to drop to my stomach, as was forced to peel my eyes away.

I grab the wrinkled clothes, throwing them on me, as I tug my shoes on. A part of me wished he wanted me to stay, but at this point, I’d felt as though I’d overstayed my welcome, and was sadly prepared to never see this man again, no matter how much I would yearn for it.

He stands there, in nothing but low hung sweatpants, watching me throw on my clothes, his muscular chest on full display, showing his broad shoulders and defined collarbone.

He notices my slightly flustered expression as i look up at him. He grins, clearly enjoying the way i was staring at him, before speaking up again.

“You really in a hurry to leave, sweetheart?”

“I’ll get out of your hair, stop bothering you. Just give me-“ i huff, struggling to get my shoe on.

These fucking converse would be the death of me.

He chuckles at my frustration, watching me struggle with putting on my shoe, still half naked as his strong arms cross over his broad chest. He watches me carefully for a moment as i struggle, before stepping forward.

“Let me help you, silly”

He grins, moving to kneel down in front of me, grabbing my foot gently and guiding it into the shoe.

I sigh, pink creeping in my cheeks as he got to his knees in front of me.

“Thank you, Hamzah.” I spoke, tasting his name on my tongue, and enjoying the way it felt.

He smiled to himself as i said his name, clearly enjoying how i sounded when i said it, evident by the expression on his face.

He finished helping me put on my shoe, gently setting my foot back down on the floor. He looked up at me from his knelt position, peering up at me with a sly grin, his face now even closer to my body than before. He slowly got up, bringing me with him, as we both stood facing each other.

“No problem” He replied, his hands finding their way to my hips, his calloused palms settling on the skin beneath my cropped shirt, as I began to feel as though I might melt under his touch.

I softly gasp, a little breathless, as his fingers dance their way further up my shirt, leaving a trail of fire as they did.

Suddenly, the doorbell rings, causing us to fly apart, my skin cooling as his touch departs.

He groans, rolling his eyes as the doorbell rings, a look of annoyance crossing his face.

“Stay here. I know who that is. I’ll be right back” He mutters.

He quickly disappears out of the room, heading for the front door.

I’m still stunned from our interaction, but I follow him, not listening to his commands. I needed to see who was at the door. Who interrupted our moment..

He strides hurriedly down the hall towards the front door, still in nothing but his low-hung sweatpants.

After opening the door, and then promptly slamming it shut, he lets out a frustrated sigh, turning to head back to his room to get a shirt, but stops in his tracks when he sees me following behind him.

“I told you to stay in my room” He says, his eyes brows furrowing as his brown eyes glance over me, my dishevelled state.

“Obviously I’m not gonna do that, be real. Whose at the door?” I question, my voice unwavering as I roll my eyes.

He rolls his eyes in response.

“It’s my stupid friend, Martin. He’s probably just here to gloat at me about getting with a girl last night too” he shakes his head, rubbing his hands over his face briefly.

Relief floods from me, whether i wanted it to or not.

He sighs as he says this, seemingly annoyed by the idea of his friend coming over just to rub another hookup in his face.

“I’ll uh, get to going then..” i mutter, avoiding his eyes as I fix my short shirt on my body awkwardly. I didn’t want to make it uncomfortable between him and his friend, and I knew I was outstaying my welcome.

The.. interaction we just had, was maybe just that. An interaction.

He stands in front of me, looking down into my eyes. He could tell that i was a mixture of frustrated and disappointed from his friend interrupting us both, and he felt the same way.

He reaches a hand up to brush my hair behind my ear, just like how he did earlier.

“I’ll walk you out” he mumbles, unlocking the door.

I let out a breathe I didn’t know I was holding, and when he swings the door open, and his friend sees us, he smirks.

He groans at the sight of his friend’s smirk, knowing exactly what his expression was for.

His friend’s eyes dart to me as he looks me up and down, clearly taking in how i was dressed in last night’s clothes.

His grin widens as he notices my flustered expression.

Hamzah grabs my wrist, his touch enlightening me, and slides us past his friend, who enters Hamzahs apartment nonchalantly, slamming the door behind him.

Any more slams, and that door would be knocked off its hinges.

His friend lets out a chuckle that’s heard through the other side of the door, as Hamzah drags me out of the apartment quickly, obviously aware that he was annoyed with his friend’s presence, and trying to get as far away from him as possible.

He keeps a firm grip on my wrist as he pulls me outside, letting out a sigh once we’re outside and away from his friend.

I sigh, looking around at the exterior of the apartment building, and recognising it. “I can walk back to my place from here..”

He pauses for a moment, letting my wrist slip from his grip. He looks down at me, his face showing he was feeling frustrated by the fact that he knew this was the end of things, and that I was about to leave.

“Are you sure? it’s kind of late. you shouldn’t walk on your own”

I smile, giggling. “It’s 11am, Hamzah.” I remind him, the daylight shining on us in the cold autumnal air.

He groans, facepalming himself at his own stupidity, causing me to let out a small chuckle, appreciating how he cared for me, however small it was, before running his hand over his face, the reality of the situation finally setting in.

He looks down at me again, his dark eyes searching mine, desperately trying to look for an excuse to keep me there longer.

The silence between us is unfathomable, and I can’t take it anymore.

“I’ll maybe see you around Hamzah.” I finally speak, breaking the tension between us, wrapping my arms around myself as I shiver, his arms not there to keep me warm anymore.

Hamzah watches me wrap my arms around myself, taking notice of the light shiver that passes through me. He sighs.

“Yeah. Maybe we’ll run into each other again sometime” He mutters bitterly, knowing it’s a lie the second the words leave his teeth.

I gently lean in, kissing him on the cheek, my warm lips on his cold face, as I smile, my heart heavy in my chest, and turn away from him, walking away.

As I take those steps, I can feel the weight of what just happened lingering in the air. It was brief, yet somehow profound, like a fleeting moment that leaves a mark.

I felt as though I had a connection with him, one that just wasn’t made too last. It was a moment, that I enjoyed, and appreciated in all its glory. But once a moment passes, you must let it move on.

I glance back, my eyes locking on his, catching a glimpse of his small, subtly sad smile, a reminder of the connection we shared, however little it was.

There's a bittersweet taste in my mouth, a mix of nostalgia and the realization that sometimes, moments are meant to be just that—moments.

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He watches you walk farther away, his mind spinning in circles. He stands there on the sidewalk, his head swimming with a concoction of thoughts and emotions.

He couldn’t figure out why he was so reluctant to let you go, why he felt his heart ache in his chest watching you walk away.

He wanted to run up to you, to grab your hand and tug you back towards him, but just as quickly as the thought appeared in his head, it vanished.

Gone, not just for now, but for forever.

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[pyssball]

spoiled pink pt.1 .ᐟ jenson button

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a/n: holy crap chat it's been a sec, school started back up and i've been STRESSING tryna get these chapters done and keep up with school 😭 yes i did decide to include david, however he is just a father figure/friend to chloe, kinda like seb and michael vibes. pt. 2 will be up as soon as possilble ! 👍🏻

word count: 1.1k

no warnings for this chapter 💌

February 25, 2023 (2:26 p.m.)

The early morning mist hovered over Loch Ness, adding an ethereal quality to the landscape as Jenson, David, and Chloe arrived to set off on their hike. They had planned this hike for months.

“Okay so, plan is: Loch Centre to Loch View” Chloe stood on a tree stump, pointing at the map they had collected from the Centre.

Jenson nodded, looking at the map on his phone for the estimated time.

“Hun, that’s like 3 hours.” DC spoke, shaking his head as he looked at the time with Jenson.

“Hey, you can back out, old man.” she teased.

DC threw his hands up in surrender, “No, no. I promised a hike, we’ll hike… but you do realise we have to come back right?”

“Well duh.” she jumped down off the stump, grabbing her bag from the car and throwing it on her back.

Jenson and David exchanged glances before grabbing their own bags. Jenson chuckled as she walked off, “Chlo, wait up!”

She groaned and turned around, “Why?”

“Cause we know you, you’ll get lost.”

“Nuh-uh, I have a map.” she held up the map, pointing to the two checkpoints she had highlighted.

As they began their hike, the path was serene and inviting. The early morning sun began to burn off the mist, revealing a landscape of rolling hills and dense forests. The trail wandered along the edge of the Loch, offering breathtaking views at every turn. Chloe took the lead, setting a brisk pace, while David and Jenson followed, each finding their own rhythm.

The two men chatted and laughed as they walked. Chloe, meanwhile, was engrossed in her surroundings, stopping frequently to snap photos of the Loch's glassy surface and the mist-clad hills.

“Having fun, love?” Jenson, smiled as he watched her snap a few more pictures.

“Mhm.. I might paint this later.”

“Of course you will.” David chuckled.

(5:54 p.m.)

As the day wore on, the weather began to change. Dark clouds gathered over the Loch, and a light drizzle started to fall.

Chloe, though initially disappointed, saw the opportunity for some unique and dramatic shots, her camera clicking away as the rain left ripples on the Loch's surface. Although, Jenson and David were much less enthused about getting wet.

“You’ve got to be joking.” Jenson grumbled.

DC groaned adjusting his jacket around himself, “Come on.”

“Oh my gods, you two act like a little bit of water is gonna kill you.”

“This wasn’t exactly in the plans, Chlo.” Jenson protested.

Chloe giggled, “We aren’t that far from the View, Jense, I think there’s a little castle we can stay in until it passes.”

“Castle?” DC asked, visibly puzzled.

“Yeah, I think it’s called the Urquhart Castle or something like that.”

“Leave it to the Queen of the Nerds to know the name of a castle in the middle of no where.” Jenson teased.

Within 10 minutes, they reached a scenic overlook that offered a panoramic view of Loch Ness and the surrounding landscape. The rain had stopped, leaving behind a fresh, earthy scent. They paused to take in the view, each lost in their own thoughts. Jenson marveled at the majesty of the Loch, David took a moment to appreciate the tranquility, and Chloe was busy composing the perfect shot of the sun breaking through the clouds.

(8:09 p.m.)

As they walked the hike back, the weather cleared, and a rainbow arched over the Loch, casting a magical glow over the scene. They reached the end of the trail just as the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the water. Exhausted but exhilarated, they sat together, sharing a simple meal of sandwiches and fruit.

“Well that was tiring.. but fun!” Chloe squeaked.

”Very tiring.” Jenson chimed.

“Remind me to never go on a hike with Chloe again.” DC groaned as he stuffed his face with a ham sandwich.

“It’s not my fault you’re old.” Chloe sighed, beginning to eat some strawberries.

“But it IS your fault that we walked 3 hours there and back.”

“You’re still alive, yeah?”

“Barely.” DC and Jenson replied at the same time, in the same tone, causing Chloe to giggle.

As they watched the sun dip below the horizon, Chloe snapped one last photo, capturing the three friends silhouetted against the fading light. They shared a quiet moment of contentment, each reflecting on the day's adventures and the memories they had created together.

(9:38 p.m.)

After the long day, Jenson and Chloe finally arrived home. Chloe taking a shower and settling into some comfy pjs, which in reality was just on our Jenson’s t-shirts and a pair of boxers.

The two set about preparing a simple dinner— vodka pasta with some garlic bread Chloe had made earlier that week. They exchanged smiles and quiet laughter as they worked together, the comfort of their routine mingling with the satisfaction of a day well spent.

They ate slowly, savouring the flavours and each other’s company. The conversation flowed easily, punctuated by the occasional sip of red wine and the occasional sound of the wind rustling through the trees outside.

Afterward, they moved to the porch, where they sat in wooden rocking chairs. The stars were brilliant against the dark sky, and they talked softly about constellations and Chloe explaining their origin stories, their voices blending with the sounds of the night—crickets chirping, the distant call of an owl.

Chloe pointed up to the Orion constellation, “That one is one of my favourites.”

Jenson would follow her finger in the night sky, ”Which one is it?”

“Orion.’

“There a backstory?”

Chloe would shift giving him a dumbfounded look, “Everything has a backstory, Jense.”

“Well.. I suppose so. Can I hear it?”

“Orion was a really good hunter, son of a Gorgon and Poseidon, who angered mother Earth, Gaia, by boasting he could kill all animals. Gaia sent a scorpion to attack Orion, leading to the placement of Scorpius and Orion never being visible together. Ophiuchus intervened, saving Orion with an antidote which cause Ophiuchus to be positioned between Scorpius and Orion in the sky.. in Greek mythology anyways, there are tons of stories.”

Jenson looked at her, slightly impressed that she could just spat all of that without a second thought, “Woah.”

“The Finns refer to Orion's belt and the stars below it as "Väinämöinen's scythe" and the asterism of Alnilam, Alnitak, and Mintaka as "Väinämöinen's Belt. The stars hanging from the belt are known as ‘Kaleva's sword.’”

Jenson gave her a look of genuine confusion, “Since when do the Finns have mythology..?!”

“Since.. forever?”

Jenson chuckled pulling her closer to him, “Sometimes I forget you’re such a dork.”

Chloe gasped, “I am not a dork! …I’m a nerd.”

Jenson laughed softly, “Is there a difference?”

As the evening wore on, they fell into a comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts but content in the shared quiet. The world outside felt distant and unimportant, replaced by the simple joy of being together. They leaned into each other, finding warmth and solace in the gentle closeness of the night.

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Behind The Lens

Kostas Tsimikas x Fem!Reader

Warnings: the boys teasing kostas constantly, reader being slightly oblivious to it, sexual innuendos, it gets a little steamy towards the end, kos is lowkey bad at flirting, lots of swooning.

Word Count: 3.2k

Author's Note: I don't really have an explanation of the Kostas kick I've been on lately but here we go. thank you to @curiousthyme for the idea, this ones for you!! <3

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Despite it being close to 8 in the evening, the humidity was killing all of you. 

Liverpool had journeyed to Singapore for the second half of their pre- season training and for a few friendly matches. 

You had joined the team as one of the photographers. You had worked with the team before, but never in the field. Most of the time, you hung around when they did photo shoots for their new home kits or LFC retail. 

They were comfortable around you, so there wasn't any awkwardness when you decided to join them on the pitch for their first training session.

Klopp was going over the drills for the session, you took a few photos as he spoke. The only two paying attention to you were Andy and Darwin, the two of them making silly faces at the camera. You looked away, holding back your giggling by pressing your lips together.  

“Alright,” the man in the glasses clapped, “you know what you’ve gotta do.” He announces, sending them on their way. 

You were taking photos of the session, watching the boys kick the ball around and do their drills. You were off to the side until they eventually split into groups to run drills. The boys separated themselves into groups of 5 and the one closest to you consisted of Virgil, Mo, Joe, Kostas and Cody. The 5 men kicked the ball back and forth, Kostas stuck in the middle to block it before it got to the next person. 

In this particular moment, you were looking away trying to adjust something on your camera whilst kneeling on the grass. You were all but a few feet away from the boys and the pass that Mo made from himself across to Cody, made it pass both Kostas in the middle and Cody on the other side. 

“Heads!” The younger Dutch player brings his hand up to his mouth to shout to you. 

The camera’s lifted at the last second, the ball bouncing off the thigh the camera was once on. Mo makes a face, “sorry y/n!” He shouts to you and you smile, waving him off. 

Before you know it, there’s a man in a grey shirt running to you to get the ball. “Are you okay?”

Kostas was knelt to your level, his soft brown eyes reflected under the flood lights; they reflected a kindness you’ve yet to see in other people. 

You smiled, nodding. “I’m okay.” 

“You’re sure? Mo has a foot of steel.” He chuckles at his own joke, earning him a smile.

You assured him you were fine as he grabbed your hand to help you up. “I grew up with 4 brothers. A lil’ roughhousing doesn’t bother me, Kos.” 

The nickname caused his heart to flutter; despite hearing it a million times over, it was different coming from you. 

“Kos!” The tall man shouts, “are you coming back?!”

Virgil’s hands were on his hips, you could see the annoyance on his face - he wasn’t one for being in the heat; the Singaporean humidity was his worst enemy at the moment - as was Kostas for having him waiting. 

“Go on,” you reached out to him, resting a hand on his shoulder. 

Kostas tucks the ball under his arm, “sure you’re okay?” 

You smile, nodding once more. “I’m fine, Kos. I promise.” 

Joe seemed to notice the exchange between the defender and the photographer, looking over at his friend next to him. Virgil caught onto what Joe meant from the moment he looked at him, raising his eyebrows in response. The Dutchman earned a chuckle from his friend. 

Kostas watched you walk off in the direction of Andy and Trent’s group before snapping out of his y/n trance as the teammate called it. 

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They had returned from their mini break, taking a few minutes to rehydrate and stretch out their sore muscles; a sight you enjoyed. Whether it was in a professional manner or an unprofessional one, that was a secret. 

The boys were all goofing around amongst themselves, getting the last of their energy out for the evening. You were sitting next to Jurgen on the bench, the man pointed out something that Joel was doing and you two shared a laugh; a common occurrence when you two were in each other’s presence.

“Alright,” you huffed as you stood, slipping your feet back into your slides. “Back to work.” 

The older gentleman shook his head as he looked down at your choice in footwear. “Aren’t you worried you’d fall? The grass is still damp.” 

“Not really, and if I do, there’s a ton of handsome footballers to catch me.” You raised your eyebrows, giving him a wicked smile. 

“Y/n!” He laughed, wagging his finger at you. “You're trouble.” 

“You like trouble, boss man.” You clicked a photo of him laughing before walking back onto the pitch. 

Making the rounds, the boys pretend you aren’t there as they go about their evening. You already mentioned you get the best photos that way; candid. 

There were a handful of solo shots being taken and you finally made it towards the group at back of the pitch. 

The Greek defender straightens up, his hands on his hips as he watches Cody pass the ball to Andy, who passed it to him. 

Andy knew the boys well enough to know at this point and in this heat, they’re just going through the motions. Hence his shock when he watched his teammate start showing off his tricks, starting his set of kick ups for no apparent reason. 

The Scotsman noticed your presence, the click of your camera catching his attention. He laughed, head leaning back as his hand came up to his chest. Virgil looks over in concern, confused as to why Andy started laughing by himself but when he realizes who was lurking around, he too laughs. 

“Kostas, man!” Ibou groans, “are you gonna pass the ball or not ?” 

“He won’t,” Andy butts in before Kostas can even react. “Don’t you see who’s over there?” He nods towards the woman just two feet away. “He’s showing off for y/n.” 

You can’t help the laugh you let out, rolling your eyes. “Shut up Andy,” you snorted. “I don’t know how Rachel puts up with you.” 

“It’s my wits and charm that keep her in love.” He flashed you a smile, making you chuckle as you shook your head. 

At this point, Ibou had managed to finally get the ball away from Kostas but lost it as he tried to get past Virgil - they called him big Virg for a reason.

It rolls over to you, you stop it by placing your foot on top of it. You pass it back in the same way they’d expect one of their teammates to kick it back to them. 

Kostas’s jaw hung open, shocked at how well you did that. 

“In slides,” Joel nods to himself in approval. “Well done, y/n.” 

You smiled, doing a little pose as you lifted your shoulder. “Got skills for days.” 

“With a Z?” Virgil looks over at you, a smile on his face. 

“Skills and days with a Z, big man.” The two of you shared a laugh. 

After what felt like a million hours in the heat, the boys were wrapping up and the kit men were packing up. You take a few minutes to pack up your camera stuff, a few of the boys were doing interviews and currently, it was Kostas’ turn. 

A few of the players watched him, making him nervous for no reason. “We wanna go, Kos. Hurry up.” Ibou teased, shouting from the little balcony. Trent butts in to say, “come on Kostas, I wanna go bro.” 

Virgil was watching them when you walked over. You peeked over the man’s shoulder who moves when he notices you, putting his arm around you before whispering in your ear. 

Kostas looks over when he hears your laugh and you could swear that you saw a flint of jealousy in his eyes. Surely that’s not it, everyone was just tired and the boys were annoying him.

That must be it. 

Ibou laughs when you whisper what Virgil had said to you.

He starts teasing his teammate once again; “Kostas, are you afraid? On the plane, no one can sleep because you talk too much. Now when you can talk, you don’t wanna talk.” 

You watch from the little balcony as Virgil and Ibou head down one by one, staring down the man doing his interview. Cody joins in on the fun and Kostas is so over them, internally groaning at his irritating teammates. 

They wanted to leave so badly and yet they were the ones that were causing him to take longer than necessary.  

You felt a bit bad about all the teasing, calling to the three troublemakers. ”Come on boys, leave Kostas alone.” 

“Yeah,” the Greek nods, “listen to y/n.” 

Cody snickers, “I bet you’d love to listen to y/n, huh?” 

Kostas is red in the face as Cody falls into Ibou laughing, the two of them in a fit of giggles. Kostas hoped he could blame the redness on the heat and you were getting closer by the second, the man was begging for a breeze to cool himself down.

Thankfully, you had missed the comment with the cheesy sexual innuendo because you were coming down the stairs a few feet away.

Once you made it over, you grabbed both Cody and Ibou by the wrists like school boys, pulling them up from their seats. All you had to do was look in Virgil’s direction for him to follow suit. 

“Let’s leave Kostas to finish his interview in peace, yeah?” 

The man in front the camera smiles, his heart fluttering at the sight of you - as was something else when he noticed the grey leggings you had on but those were thoughts best saved for when he was alone. 

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The cold shower welcomed you back to the land of the living after the evening in the heat. You were getting ready to go over the photos from the session, your memory card plugged into your laptop to upload as you got ready after your shower. 

A knock on the door interrupts you as you brushed your hair. Setting the brush down, you made your way over to the door to see who it was. 

On the other side of the door stood Kostas, a green tube in his hand as he smiled at you. 

“Hey,” you smiled, confused as to why he was at your door. 

“Hey, I uh.. sorry I didn’t mean to bother you.” 

“You’re never a bother, is everything okay?” 

“Oh, yeah.” He nods, holding out the green tube to you. “You forgot this on the bench, or I guess it fell from your pocket?” 

It’s your chapstick, mint flavoured. Your initials are scribbled on the cap in black sharpie because you and Andy use the same one; this way there’s no confusion. 

“Oh thank you,” you reached over and took it from him. “You didn’t have to do that, I have like four more in my makeup bag. I lose these all the time,” you laughed, tucked it into the pocket of your shorts. 

Kostas shrugs, a smile on his face. The laptop chimed from its spot on the bed, signalling that it’s done uploading the pictures. 

“Wanna see the pictures from the training session? I have to go through them anyway and I got a few good ones of you.” 

The man peeked over your shoulder, “I couldn’t intrude.” 

“You’re not, I’m inviting you in.” 

You stepped to the side, letting him come in. Kostas follows you to the bed, watching as you climb onto it and pull the laptop onto your lap. You’ve got on a pair of black shorts and a red tshirt with a little lfc logo on the top. 

As much as he enjoyed the view, he’d like the outfit much better if it was on the floor. 

“Are you coming?” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, patting the empty spot next to you. “I don’t bite.”

Kostas slips off his shoes, climbing onto the bed. “What if I want you to ?” His eyes meet yours.��

You assumed he was joking but you answered him regardless. “I will.. but only if you ask nicely.”

His cheeks have a red hue and he clears his throat when he settles down next to you. The man sat so stiff, a statue seemed like jello in comparison. His eyes fixed on the screen as you clicked through the pictures. 

Kostas watched your manicured nails click along the keyboard, tapping the screen as you pointed out things to him. All he could focus on was how good they’d feel if they were being dragged down his back - the red of your nails matching the colour of the marks left behind. 

“Those are really good,” he finally says. “You’re so talented, y/n.” 

It’s your turn to blush, waving off the compliment with a smile. “It’s nothing, really.” 

You sent the photos off to the socials admin, letting them share out what needed to be when your laptop chimed once more, letting you know it was low on battery. The laptop was on the bed when you leaned off the side of the bed to grab the charger. Instinctively, Kostas reaches out to hold your hips, making sure you don’t fall off the bed. 

His touch burnt into your skin, you could feel everything but you ignored the feeling bubbling in your gut. You plugged your laptop in and set it on the nightstand to charge. 

There’s a comfortable silence in the room so you look over at Kostas. “Are you hungry?” 

“Uh.. I could eat.” 

Kostas didn’t get the heads up before you reached over his lap and over to the other night stand to grab the room service menu.

The man’s brows furrowed as you sat back up. “I could have grabbed it for you.” 

“Oh that’s okay,” you shrugged, flipping through the pages. “What are you feeling? I’m thinking a burger, maybe pasta?” 

“Those are two very different things, y/n.” 

“I’m aware of that, duh. I figured I could get both and we could split it unless you want something else?” 

Kostas shook his head, “that’s fine.” 

You called and ordered the food, settling into the pillows behind you as you looked for a movie to put on in the meantime. Kostas’s eyes were fixed on you, you could feel them burning into your skin with each passing glance. 

“What?” 

“I’m sorry,” Kostas blurts, causing your brows to furrow. “You know, if the guys overstepped today.” 

“How did they overstep?” 

“With what Cody said.” 

Now you were really confused. “What did Cody do? He’s a sweetheart, I can’t imagine him saying anything bad.” You chuckled.  

Kostas internally groans, you clearly didn’t hear what Cody had said but now he’s got to explain. “He uh- he said how I’d like to listen to you.” 

You make a face; “what does that even mean?” 

“Well,” Kostas started, clearly a bit uncomfortable explaining the context of said statement. “I guess he meant.. in bed.” 

“Oh.” You pulled your lips together, holding back a snicker. You often forget that despite all being grown ass men and professional footballers, they had the minds of 15 year old boys. 

There’s a moment of quietness before you speak; “and would you?” 

Kostas stops picking at his nail to look at you, “would I?” He trails off. 

“Would you listen to me.. in bed?” 

Your eyes finally met his; there’s a sense of urgency that flashed in his brown eyes, his cheeks flushed red despite the AC running and it’s like you can hear the gears turning in his head. He’s trying to think of the right way to say this without scaring you off.

“Yes.” 

There’s a slight smile playing on your lips, you can’t help but reach out and hold his chin, forcing him to focus solely on you. 

“Good.” 

Kostas isn’t exactly sure what flipped in him but he leans over and into you, chest pressed to yours as his lips meet yours. 

There’s an instant connection between the two of you as if you’d been a couple for years; Kostas’s hands find your hips, pulling you over and on top of him. You straddled the player under you, hands cupping his jaw in an attempt to pull him closer.

The two of you were as close as you could possibly get, his warm hands slipped under the red shirt you had on. 

Your own hands pulled on his shirt, the two of you separating for a second to pull it off completely - a second that felt like an eternity to him. 

Just as he does to pull your shirt up, there’s a knock on the door. The man groans, dropping his face into your chest. 

You grab a handful of his hair, pulling his head back. Kostas groans, a happy one but looks up at you. “It’s the room service.” 

“Tell them to take it back,” he pulls you against him for another kiss. 

You giggled, getting off of his lap. Kostas rolls over on the bed and grabs your wrist, pulling you back to the edge of the bed. “Kos,” you whine, trying to get your hand loose. 

“Whattttt?” He reaches over to give you one more kiss. 

“The food is gonna get cold, let me just grab it.” 

“Then you’ll come right back?” 

“Yes.” 

“Promise?” He held his pinky out to you. 

You laughed, interlocking your pinky with him. “Promise.” 

He lets you grab the food from outside, the hotel staff left the tray outside considering that you didn’t answer the door. You leant down to grab it off the trolley and you could feel Kostas’s eyes on your ass. 

“I can feel you staring.” 

He smiles, waiting for you to put the tray down. “Staring never hurt anyone.” 

“I mean, if you’re a stalker it probably would.” 

Kostas rolls his eyes playfully, pulling you back onto the bed with him. His lips find yours again, the two of you tangled together on top of the sheets. 

You’re on your sides, looking at each other. Your finger traced over his jaw, Kostas turns his head to press a kiss to it.  

“It wasn’t so hard for you to admit you liked me, hm?” 

“You say that as if you knew,” he laughed. 

“Of course I knew.” 

“You did?” He looked a bit shocked. You never give him any signals that you had a clue.

“I told you I got skills for days, with a Z.” 

Kostas laughs, pulling you into him. “Oh shut up.” 

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Paralysis

Some Sasori smut yall! I still haven’t finished shippuden but I’m much closer! I started writing this when I first started shippuden and just finished it now so sorry if it starts off stronger than it ends 😅

“You look pathetic.” Sasori sneered as he looked down at the woman before him. Your eyes met his, shimmering with defiance and unkept anticipation despite your vulnerable position. Kneeling on the floor in front of him you wear nothing but his akatsuki cloak open to reveal your naked front to him. “It’s beautiful.” He murmurs opening up the chamber on his abdomen and allowing the thick cable cord and stinger to slither out

“You think I’m beauti-ful?” You taunt, voice catching at the sensation of his cool metal stinger dragging against your wet cunt followed by thick taut cable.

“I think you’re mouthy.” He retorts as he continues to drag the thick cord between your sensitive folds. The cord begins coiling around your body applying firm pressure while coiling up your torso, trapping your arms, and inching up to gently constrict your neck until that impressive venomous stinger lingers outside your lips expectantly.

“Open” he commands. You hesitate, keeping your lips closed and attempting to tilt your head away slightly only to feel the pressure around your neck and torso tighten. Like prey caught by a deadly constrictor. “You don’t want to keep me waiting.” He reminds you. Sasori was infamous for his impatience…… You open your mouth and that formidable stinger pushes past your lips to press down on your tounge. Your panicked eyes dart up to his when sour liquid pours out of its tip, overflowing your mouth and dripping down your chin. “It won’t kill you.” He clarifies.

“Although this is exactly how I’d pose your

puppet. Capturing your filthy desperation forever.” He smirks. You begin to grind down on the coil between your legs desperately seeking frictions until he suddenly retracts his cord completely. The shock of the sudden loss has you tumbling on to your back, body suddenly feeling heavy. “Sasori…what’s..?” You attempt to question, but your words are clumsy and slurred.

“A special poison I made just for occasions like this. I don’t want your squirming to interfere with my work.” Smirking he kicks your legs further open and peers down from directly above you. He wastes little time attaching sturdy strings of chakra to your arms puppeteering your hands slowly down your chest to pull and tug at your own nipples. The progressively rougher attention causes you to gasp and pant. “Hush.” He manipulates a hand back to your face shoving your own fingers in your mouth to silence you while your other slides down your body to your pussy “let’s have a look at you.” He mumurs. His expert puppeteering has you spreading the lips of your sex, legs wide and knees bent, fully displaying yourself for him. The position is vulnerable and humiliating in a way that makes your whole body spark with arousal. His stare is lidded and unwavering while he towers over you in a heavy but comfortable silence. Laying there unable to move your limbs you bask in his undived attention. Sasori always had a way of making you feel special. Particular, picky and precise he is quick to change or adjust any preceived defects or flaws, but right now in this drawn out moment he stands there unmoving looking at you in pure adoration. A small

smile tugs his features before he briefly abandons you. Stepping over you and out of your range of vision. You can hear rustling at his workbench before his footsteps

return. Chakra strings removed, but unable to fight off the poison’s paralysis, your body remains frozen just how he left you. He now stands at your shoulders, directly above you. Gaze towards the ceiling you make eye contact with the lenses of a camera as he begins snapping photos. After one or two clicks of the camera he walks back around to stand between your thighs. A couple more photos before he kneels down and begins adjusting you. He pulls your now drool soaked fingers out of your mouth, a trail of spit follows coating the outside of your mouth as he lays your hand gently beside your head. he snaps another photo, a portrait of your face, before gently wiping your lips clean with his fingers. He leans in and gives you a chaste kiss but remains hovering above you while his fingers gently caress your jaw line. The two of you stay like that for a moment, his mouth inches from yours when he whispers “You’re so beautiful like this…”

He pulls away to shift his attentions downwards. Sitting between your thighs he gently sets the camera down. Pulling a small bottle of lube from his pocket he generously pours the contents over your spread cunt. Not that you need it with how drenched you feel. You hiss at how cold it feels against your flushed skin.

His fingers spread the lube around the outside of your cunt before pushing the tips of his two fingers just past your entrance. He slides his fingers in and out of you just up to his second knuckle, the pleasure

Is instant and electrifying but you want more you need more! Your body still feels heavy but you manage the slightest buck of your hips making him chuckle. He continues his teasing ministrations as he speaks. “Desperate thing aren’t you? Your body stricken with paralysis but you still find the strength to beg for my touch.” He plunges his fingers deep inside of you in slow calculated thrusts his other hand lays on top yours as you keep yourself spread and he uses his thumb to play with your clit. You cry out at the onslaught of pleasure but his eyes stay glued to his work. His thumb draws quick tight circles over you clit while each purposeful stroke of his fingers brushes against that sweet spot inside of you. All you can do is lay there and mewl while Sasoris expert fingers push you closer and closer to ecstasy. Sasori was generous with your pleasure. As a man who valued efficiency he reveled in how quickly and thoroughly he could break you. You cry loudly as your orgasm hits you. Sasori doesn’t give you a moment before he’s moving you again, knocking your hand away from your spread sex and sliding your one leg onto his shoulder as he leans forward to hover over you. Both of your arms lay limp beside your head as you gasp and whimper from the excitement. “Be quiet your disturbing my work!” He barks at you with a harsh smack to your thigh.

You hear a wet squelch when his fingers reenter you. His pace is much faster this time. Truly bullying you onto the edge of another fast approaching release.

You wail and squirm around his fingers when your pleasure finally peaks. Your movement weak and subdued as you soak his hand. He repositions you much gentler this time turning you to lay face down on the ground and lifting your lower half to stand propped on your knees. He tosses the end of the cloak over your hips to keep you exposed and lingers behind you for just a moment. Softly stroking your skin he gently spreads your ass cheeks apart to examine the mess he’s made of you before standing. It’s hard to see what he’s doing with the way your face is pressed against the floor but then you hear the familiar sound of his camera

Click

“Moments like this will be different when I finally get to turn you. Your puppet body won’t be as sensitive. But we can always look back at these together”

Click

“the perfect image of this intament moment forever.”

Click

“Everlasting beauty.”

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A Bunny, Bike, Widow, and a Deadman. 1(?)

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It's the John Wick parody nobody asked for, but me!

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A video camera fired up revealing a nice large living room and moved forward around a corner as some banging could be heard, followed by an 'ouch'. The camera suddenly caught sight of one tall blonde haired man, with some defined muscle dressed in black shorts and a plain white tee as he had a tool bag around his waist. He was currently putting together a small table.

Jaune: Just a few more hammers annnnnd done!

Jaune set the hammer down and admired his handy work, unaware that a video recorder was catching every moment until he, of course, turned around.

Jaune: Eh!? Trivia, are you recording me!?

A woman with pink and brown hair just silently giggled as she kept video taping a blushing Jaune.

Jaune: Trivia, how much did you see? The blisters on my fingers!? I'm a handyman, I swea-Oof!

Jaune had tripped over the table. A small ow escaped him as Trivia looked like she could burst into tears from laughing.

Jaune whined but had a silly smile on his face before he just wrapped his arms around her pulling her into bed amidst the fall he grabbed her scroll and smirked as he flipped the camera around this time to take a photo of both of them. Trivia, her head nestled into the crook of Jaune's neck with Jaune head rested onto of hers.

Happiness radiating from both their eyes. A click was heard from her scroll as the little photo was taken.

Warmth filled Trivia as she looked up into her husband eyes, feeling very tired but happy. Nonetheless.

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Trivia blinked from inside her helmet as she looked up to see a 'Gas station next left'. She checked her left side rear mirror before taking the next exit off the freeway, as her hair fluttered wildly behind her as the motorcycle exhaust echoed off the city walls.

She pulled into the gas station, parking at a pump before killing the engine and finally taking off her helmet.

Her pink and brown eyes adjusting back to the light before she sat her helmet back on the handlebars.

She admired the motorcycle, a nice bike that her husband had gotten for her and on occasions Jaune would bring out his bike and they would ride together down the riding twists and turns that Vales backroads and outskirts had to offer but often then not, she would ride shot gun if she was nit feeling up to driving, still she admired and loved her bike dearly non-the less because it was from the man who was her world and also thanks to clear recommendation from one Yang Xiao Long. She has a taste for motorcycles she did.

She thought it hilarious, that she ,a city girl, wouldn't like anything like this... but boy, did Jaune prove her wrong. He was right when he said it was almost the 'free' someone can be.

She casted her eyes onto the floor as she suddenly felt a crushing sadness begin to eat at her.

Numbly she took off her riding gloves and thumbed the wedding ring tenderly.

While she was feeling sad, something was inside her backpack, that she had carried with her on the ride, wiggling around before a set of tall ears popped out, and suddenly, a rabbit head sprang out of the pink backpack.

It shook its head softly, floopy ears hitting the back of Trivia's head, causing her to turn around and look at her bunny.

The sadness vanished a little bit as she looked at the last gift Jaune had given her before he passed.

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'I know the pain will be great...and that i will leave a hole but please take this last gift from me to help comfrot you. Her name is Juniper, please take care of her as I know she will take care of you'

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Reaching behind her Trivia gently petted the bunny's head to which the small white rabbit leaned into the hand and after a few seconds she, with Juniper In the bag, walked inside to put some gas.

-

Coming out of the gas station with a small bag containing water, lettuce, and small baby carrots. She took off her backpack and placed it on the back seat, opening it up a smidge to give Juniper a little more room. The little rabbit looked up at her as Trivia just smiled softly as she reached in and grabbed some lettuce into her hand before guiding it over to the hungry rabbit who had stars in her eyes and chomped away at the green.

At the same time, Trivia had begun to pump gas into her bike, and both enjoyed a brief moment of silence.

Or they would have if a large HUV, blasting loud music, didn't pull into the gas station. It pulled into a pump directly across from Trivia as four young men jumped out.

Sky: I'm gonna go pay for the gas. Does anyone want anything before we hit up the strip club?

Russel: Nothin from me.

Dove: Same.

Cardin: Will one of you get out and go pump gas!

Dove gout out laughing, while Cardin got out, too, finding it a good time to smoke before the night began. Lighting up his cigarette, he took notice of a woman with pink and brown hair feeding her rabbit while sitting on a very nice-looking bike.

Clicking his hair back, he had a very staunce collection of bikes sitting home in one of his MANY garages, but that one in particular? He must have it.

Cardin: Nice Bike!

The woman stopped feeding the rabbit and looked at him before nodding and turning her attention back to the gas pump.

Cardin: Marauder! 70?

The girl just turned her head to him and shook it before fishing out a scroll and typing the words 69 before showing it too him.

Cardin: Oh, even rarer... I asked one of my 'friends' she had one just like this but would never sell it to me...

The woman shrugged as she finished pumping the gas as the bunny sat on the seat, still nibbling away.

Cardin: Alright, how much?

The woman stopped in her tracks and looked at Cardin with an eyebrow raised.

Cardin: Come on, how much for the bike! I'll pay you any amount and a little extra~

A look of disgust flashed briefly across the young woman's face, but she shook her head and flashed her scroll to his face quickly that said.

'Not For Sale'.

She got Juniper back inside her backpack and was about to grab her helmet before a hand stopped her.

Cardin: Aww, look at the cute rabbit.

He roughly pets the bunny's head, who just hides inside the backpack, then he turns his gaze back to the woman speaking in Atleasian foreign tongue.

Cardin: 'Everybody's gotta price, bitch'

Trivia could only just look at the man unimpressed but not before typing into her scroll and showing it to him.

'Not this bitch'

Cardin's eyes widened as he stepped back, allowing Trivia to finally grab her helmet. Cardin looked like he was about to escalate things before Russell stepped in with a look that said 'back off'. He looked back at Trivia and nodded.

Russel: You have a good day ma'am.

Trivia nodded slightly before firing up her bike, putting on her helmet and setting off back home.

Cardin just watched as bad thoughts enveloped his head.

Not for sale huh?

Then he'll just have to acquire it the old-fashioned Winchester way.

That fucking weirdo-nobody bunny lady will regret saying 'no' to Cardin Winchester!

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Be My First Be My Last Chapter 13

Chloe sighed, adjusting the sunglasses she was wearing. The school lights were hurting her eyes today, she had spent too long pouring over the details of Marinette’s case file.

It was mostly empty, full of dead ends and half plausible leads. No one could find her; it was like she disappeared.

Chloe would have felt awful about Marinette’s disappearance regardless of the circumstances, but it was even worse because she was there.

She had been there when they took them, she was there when they all woke up in an unknown location, she was there when Mari had impersonated Kagami.

She had been there when Mari had gambled her life away to save theirs.

And she couldn’t even help find her.

They had been knocked out before they had even reached the front door, only waking up underneath a bridge where the Couffaines spotted them from their houseboat.

They had no idea where they had been, if it were in Paris, France, or if they had still been on the same continent when they were taken.

She had never felt so useless.

Months had passed since Marinette had gone missing, months without the slightest hint at where she had gone.

Sabrina had told her that the police station was starting to consider her a lost cause. Well, she didn’t say lost cause but cold case held pretty much the same meaning.

The only reason she hadn’t been presumed dead yet was because of her and Kagami’s testimonies of what happened.

Officer Raincomprix figured that if they wanted her alive enough that she could save all three of the girls by threat of suicide, they wouldn’t hurt, or at least, they wouldn’t kill her.

It had been a small comfort, the only comfort that Marinette’s parents had been given really.

All they had was their belief that she was still alive, nothing more and nothing less.

Chloe looked up from her desk as Alya and Nino walked in, talking loudly about their plans for the day.

“Okay, you run home and grab your mixtape, I’ll get the videos and photos ready and we meet back here and combine the two. Think they’ll like it?” Alya asked, glancing up from her phone to her boyfriend.

Nino nodded, wrapping an arm around her.

“I’m sure they’ll appreciate it. We can’t find her, but maybe we can show the Dupain-Cheng’s that no one has forgotten about her, y’know?” Nino said, pressing a kiss to Alya’s cheek.

Chloe squinted at the two from behind her sunglasses, wondering what they were planning.

She was just about to go over to them when her least favorite classmate walked in, Lila.

“Hey guys! What are you talking about?” She asked, worming her way into their conversation. Chloe couldn’t help wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“Oh! Lila we’re putting together a collection of videos and pictures that everyone has of Marinette for her parents. Do you have anything you want to add?” Alya asked, turning to face the other girl excitedly.

Lila didn’t say anything, narrowing her eyes at the girl in front of her.

“Alya.” She said sharply. “Why would I have anything save of my bully?” She said with emphasis, her eyes flashing as she stared at Alya.

Alya hesitated, tripping over her words before narrowing her eyes as well, her green eyes shining defiantly.

“You’re so right, girl. Why on earth are we even doing this? I mean, yeah, I feel sorry for her parents and all, but you have to admit… Karma always has its way.” She finished, leaning in like she was sharing a joke with Lila.

Nino looked shocked, grabbing Alya’s and pulling her attention away from Lila.

“Alya!” He shouted. “I mean, I know you two hadn’t been on the best of terms before she disappeared but come on! She’s missing.” He insisted, shaking her arm like he was trying to wake her up.

Alya tugged her arm out of his grasp just as Lila rounded on him.

“No one is implying that she deserves any of this Nino,” She said with a honeyed tone. “It’s just that, I mean… I can’t really bring myself to miss her, y’know? Not after everything she did to me…” She finished shyly, glancing up at him.

Nino hesitated, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. He cast a glance up at Chloe, his green eyes meeting hers before he looked back to Lila.

Chloe wasn’t sure what he said next, having stopped listening the moment their eyes met.

She wasn’t entirely sure about Alya, she hadn’t known her as long, but Chloe had known Nino for years. She could have sworn he had brown eyes, not green…

Chloe took off her sunglasses, staring intently at the three of them.

Alya’s eyes, which she could have sworn were green just a moment ago, were brown again. A glance at Nino showed the same results, their eyes were both back to brown.

Chloe shook her head, sure that she was just imagining things when another thought struck her.

How would she have even been able to tell what colour they were behind her sunglasses? They would have to be glowing for her to tell.

Biting her lip, Chloe raised her glasses again, not putting them on but only looking through one lens with her other eye closed.

Their eyes were still green, a glowing bright green that matched the colour of Lila’s eyes.

When Chloe opened her other eye, free of her sunglass’s lens, their eyes were normal.

Chloe quickly put her sunglasses back on, observing everyone that interacted with the three near the door.

Throughout the day, Chloe wrote down what she noticed in her notes app.

She couldn’t see any difference without her sunglasses.

The eyes always glowed green, regardless of the pervious eye colour.

Their eyes only glowed around Lila.

When their eyes started to glow they would immediately agree with whatever Lila was saying.

Chloe had a theory, but she needed to perform one final test before she shared her thoughts.

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Ichor & Pomegranate Fanart, Marcia Pennington, by Piink.Avocados

Jill tore her eyes away from the hair that had fallen over Captain Wesker’s brow and looked back down at the files.

"Nothing here suggests that?" she pursued.

"I'll let you tell me that." His chair creaked when he leaned forward further and pulled the first victim's file toward himself.

With her eyes again zeroing in on the crime scene for the second victim, Marcia Pennington, time ticked away from the clock on Captain Wesker's wall while she continued to flip through the different pictures. Her eyes traced back and forth to the images and to the abstract notes the detective had made.

Marcia had been laid against the wall of her church. Bound by her hands over a hook in the wall above her head, a single gunshot wound to her forehead had been what the coroner determined her cause of death to be. However, whomever had killed her had taken the time to cut portions of her top and bottom lips away. Right over where her incisors were on her top and bottom tooth line, the killer had cut out triangle-shaped portions of the skin to reveal the teeth beneath but had left the middle portion of both lips intact. The result gave Marcia's face a feral look in death.

Tick, tick, tick, the clock above strummed away in her companionable silence with the captain. His keyboard strokes would sometimes punctuate his own focus in front of hers.

While she thought, Jill's eyes wandered around at the pictured floor beneath Marcia's curled up legs. The church's floor was made of tile and had caused a slight reflection to the camera's flash. The crime scene investigator had adjusted the flash in the other pictures, but Jill paused when she noticed the small object in the right-hand corner of the photo.

On the ground, nearly out of the picture, sat a tiny pinecone that was beneath a pew.

Jill jerked back in her seat and when Captain Wesker glanced at her, she paid no mind to his curious stare.

Jill was flipping to the back of the report to read the evidence list that the crime scene investigators had taken from the scene.

The pinecone was not listed.

It was not listed in the abstract notes for the crime scene either.

With her heart pounding, she flipped back to the photo and focused now on the church painting that was on the wall that Marcia was lying against.

"Captain Wesker, I need to use a computer,” Jill uttered, standing up quickly.

"Computers are assigned to our officers. We haven't yet gotten you a desk with one set up,” he answered easily. "What do you have?"

"Can I use yours?" she distractedly asked as she began to round his desk.

Captain Wesker was closing his database server application when Jill dropped the file onto the desk in front of him. The pictures slid out of their cellophane fasteners and trickled slowly onto his desk.

With a hand on his armrest, Jill kneeled down beside her captain and hovered her hands over the keyboard. Captain Wesker did not scoot back but instead she could see him studying her intently from his close proximity.

"Valentine—" Captain Wesker demanded impatiently.

"Sir, please—I'm thinking," Jill interrupted quickly before she began to type.

[signoraviolettavalery]

Ummm I may have had some insomnia and written a whole thing about vampire!Bojan having trauma and angst post his adventures in captivity as discussed in other posts with @touchyourblood and @anxious-witch

under the cut with all the trigger warnings for self-harm, welp

Jan is cutting a pomegranate - oh, fond memories of writing Carpe Diem in Hamburg - and the knife catches the light. Flashes, and suddenly he's back there. Chained down, a knife flashing in the light before being buried in his stomach, his own scream echoing in his ears.

Someone is in his space and he acts on pure instinct; registers a flash of surprise that he's unrestrained, before pinning whoever it is to the wall, hand squeezing around their neck with vampire strength.

"Bojan?" the sound comes as if through water. All he knows is that he needs to keep squeezing, to kill this man, because this is the only chance he'll get. He's not going back there, not going back to the chains, even if it means blood on his hands.

"Bojan!" the sound comes louder now, and he blinks again. His captor hadn't bothered to learn his name. He blinks again, and more of reality swims into place.

it's not his captor that he has his hands on. It's Jure. Sweet, sunshine Jure, fair haired and pale skinned. The one who bruises the most, the one Bojan hates feeding from the most because it leaves the biggest, angriest bruises of all of them. Who'd obviously seen him suffering and stepped forward to help, and who's now staring at him in abject fear, pinned to the wall like a fly.

He's never seen fear in any of their eyes before. Nervousness and trepidation, sure, especially back when he was still adjusting to being a vampire and they were learning to control his urges. But never the abject, thoughtless fear that comes when your brain shuts down and all you know is a fight for survival.

That's in Jure's eyes now. They're wide, like a deer in the headlights. He's not moving, not even trying to pry Bojan's hand off, knowing what a futile endeavor it is.

He'd caused that.

He drops his hand and backs away. Nace steps forward immediately, reaching out a hand to Jure, who leans against him.

"I'm sorry," he says, though words obviously aren't enough. "I'm so sorry."

Thankfully, no one reassures him that it's all fine, because it's not, thank you very much.

"oh god, I'm really the monster he said I was. The one who was always going to hurt someone one day."

"Bojan - " Jan begins.

"I have to go. You're safer with me as far away as possible." And before they can protest, he's out the door, vampire-fast.

He makes some bad choices over those next few days. Drinking, drinking more than a human should be able to stand, but he's not human, is he? Wandering drunk through the streets of Ljubljana until dawn, not bothering to check traffic signals, because what does it matter if he gets hit by a car? It won't kill him anyway, although it really should.

He doesn't remember when or if he sleeps. He wanders. There's some forests involved (in the forest with his demons, ain't that hilarious). He climbs some rooftops, wondering what would happen if he just let himself fall. And fall.

No one would catch him, of course.

He doesn't feed, but, with no damage to repair, his body can last much longer without feeding.

What would happen if he just...didn't? The thought comes again whether it's like starving to death. Would his body eventually just pass out from the strain, or would vampire instincts take over? Would he hurt someone like he'd almost hurt his friends?

Maybe there are other hunters, he thinks. Others like the one who'd taken him. He wanders more dark streets, but no one asks him for a photo, no one stabs him with a syringe when he's not expecting it.

Jan finds him eventually, after about a week. Bojan can't even imagine how. Then again, Jan is a hunter. Which makes him almost laugh. He'd wanted a hunter. Well, here he is. Jan's not one to go in for torture, but maybe if Bojan asked, he'd put him out of his misery....

They're in an alleyway, a dead end that Jan had followed him into. (cornered him into?) Bojan hadn't exactly been watching where he was going, hadn't cared. And now he's corned like prey. Unless of course he were willing to hurt Jan.

He'd rather die.

"Why are you here?" he asks, skipping over how'd you find me?

Perhaps Jan saw reason and came to put him out of his misery, as well he should.

"I'm here to bring you home."

Bojan blinks, because he hadn't expected that. Part of him had hoped for it, maybe, but also hadn't really dared to hope for it.

"You know why that can't happen," he says." I'm a danger to you. The hunter was right. I'm a monster, and one day I'm going to slip."

Jan shakes his head and pulls out a knife. Bojan watches the movement without concern - until Jan moves to slice his own wrist.

"what are you - don't - " Bojan sputters in confusion.

Jan holds out his bleeding wrist and Bojan closes his eyes, backs away. He can smell the blood from feet away, warm and luscious, the need to feed made better because it smells of Jan. His senses heighten even further, and he can hear Jan's blood pumping, pumping, as it beads at his wrist.

"you want it, don't you?" Jan tempts. "I'm guessing you haven't fed since we last saw you. You wouldn't have." And of course Jan knows him well enough to know that.

"Why are you doing this?" Bojan asks. "You should know how dangerous this is." He tries to back away even further, hits a wall.

Right. They're in a dead end. The one Jan had backed him into. And Jan is coming closer now, closing the distance between them.

"You want it," he says calmly, like he's not offering blood to a predator. "Your instincts are screaming at you. But you haven't moved."

"Don't" - Bojan is panicked now, because Jan is right there. His blood is right there, filling all his senses.

"I can tell how much you want to," Jan says. "But you're fighting it, because you're not a monster. That - that man is the monster."

Bojan shakes his head in protest. "You saw Jure's bruises -"

"They're healed now, which you'd know if you'd been home in the past week. He misses you, actually. So do the rest of us."

They want him back? All of them?

The shock must be clear on his face, because Jan adds, "besides, it's not you being a vampire that hurt Jure. It's trauma. That happens to humans too, you know. But we're your friends. We want to help you."

Jan's bleeding wrist is still in front of him, forgotten as Bojan processes that information.

They don't hate him. Jure hasn't fled the country in fear. They want him home.

"On one condition," he says.

"What?" Jan asks warily, and Bojan can't blame him.

"If I try to hurt one of you again, you stop me. I don't care how, I don't care if you have to hurt me, you do it."

And yeah, Jan doesn't look happy about it. But he says "okay," and so Bojan follows him home like a lost puppy. At their door, he waits behind Jan with trepidation, wondering what welcome he'll receive. Awkward silence? Stilted helloes? Will they avoid him?

Before he can spiral, the door opens and they're going inside. The others jump up from the couches where they'd clearly been waiting and make a beeline for them. Bojan freezes, wondering if he's allowed to hug them. He's missed them so much, but do they even want his touch?

The problem is solved when Nace and Kris wrap their arms around him, with Jan joining in from behind.

"we missed you," they say.

Jure is last. Bojan gives him a panicked glance, wondering if he's supposed to say something. Apologize again? Jan is right, though. At least the bruises have healed on his pale skin.

Then Jure falls into a hug with him. Somewhat warily at first, and he can tell Jan is watching them carefully. He's comforted by the thought. He ruffles Jure's hair, feels Jure smile against his shoulder.

He's never been more stunned in his life.

"You guys really wanted me back?" he asks.

Kris, characteristically, calls him an idiot. Jure gives him a half-hug. "Of course we did," Jan says from behind him. "We missed our charismatic frontman."

and god, he's missed them so much. He goes for another hug, holds them close (but not too close, he doesn't want to accidentally break a rib). Wants to bury his face in their skin, but remembers that he hasn't fed in a week and that's a bad idea.

"So...movie night?" Nace suggests.

They watch something stupid. Something that's not a vampire movie, and something with no torture scenes. Perhaps High School Musical, taking turns singing along to it? Bojan cuddles with Jan (the one he feels safest with in the sense that Jan is the most skilled at taking him out probably). Tries to ignore how hungry he is, and how tempted he is.

It doesn't get past Jan. It never does. "After," he whispers, ruffling his hair, and Bojan is glad. He can't do it here, in front of the rest of them. Even though he's done it dozens of times before, feeding from a freely offered wrist with a movie in the background, but right now he just can't.

So, after, in his bedroom, Jan offers quietly. "I know you haven't fed," he says. "And I know you don't want to, but you have to." He doesn't need to spell out why Bojan has to. What happens if he doesn't.

"If I hurt you, stop me however you need to. Promise me."

Jan smiles. "In the past you've understood words just fine."

"Promise me." Jan sighs, but promises, and Bojan gingerly takes the offered wrist. The one Jan had sliced open earlier. The blood had barely stopped. It pulses just beneath the surface, and it's a relief to let his fangs out and bite.

And oh, it's so sweet. The way water tastes to a man in the desert and whatnot, but also, he's always loved the taste of his bandmates' blood. Not that he's drunk any other, but he's always thought theirs tastes particularly good. It tastes like home.

He pulls away long before he wants to and meets Jan's suspicious gaze. "That's not enough. Drink."

Bojan doesn't argue. He drinks. Jan will stop him if he has to. He promised. His friends keep their promises. With that reassurance, he lets himself keep going, until he hears his name, the warning in Jan's voice.

He pulls away immediately.

"See? No violence necessary," Jan says, taking out the bandages that they have stocked in every room of the house.

"Let me," Bojan offers. He's well-trained in this, putting pressure on the wound, then binding Jan's wrist with infinite gentleness, stroking his knuckles.

"Thank you," he says. "Really."

"You'd do the same for us," Jan says, and it's true. Bojan would do anything for them. Why can't he accept that they'd do it for him?

....and that's the scene. Not included is that one of them, probably Bojan, suggests that Jan teaches the rest of them how to fight him off, in case anything goes wrong and Jan isn't there. And they also have a nice long discussion about Bojan's triggers so they can avoid them. But that's for another post.

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

I haven’t gotten to the part where Mary comes back yet, but I’m almost there and I’m kinda dreading it tbh. Like I know that Sam and Dean were (initially) so happy to have her back, but it soooooo did not work out in the long run. Obviously it was hard for her to adjust and that’s totally fair but like… bringing her back absolutely ruined any fondness I had for her.

In the previous seasons, it would always make me a little emotional when Sam or Dean invoked Mary. Whenever they used the photo of Dean and Mary, whenever they showed her in a flashback- it would always make my heart swell. She was the image of a ‘perfect’ mother, a warm, kind, loving person who was gone too soon.

And I know she was literally only killed to add to the man pain / to give John (and eventually Sam and Dean) a reason to become hunters and to take up the fight. Like she totally got fridged and that blows.

But when they brought her back? And she was extremely distant with the boys? And started working with the British men of letters in secret? And betrayed her sons? Ew. They had her make all of these weird choices that totally ruined any affections I held for her.

And I know that the version of Mary we see in flashbacks is a kind of one dimensional version of who she was. And that no one is perfect. And that the version of her in What Is And What Should Never Be isn’t technically real. And that being brought back to life after several decades have passed is a fucking crazy thing to go through. But… idk, it just didn’t work for me.

AND, most importantly, the way she acted when she was brought back caused both Sam and Dean a significant amount of pain / hurt, and I am never a fan of anything that makes them upset.

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TAZ November Celebration 7: Design/Celebrity AU

I'm a little behind my self-imposed schedule with @taznovembercelebration bc I got carried away with this prompt and wound up with 5k words that would have to be part of a larger fic. I haven't decided if I want to finish it yet, but for now here's the scene I had the most fun writing

“Okay, Krav, what’s wrong?” Kravitz jumped. He hadn’t noticed Taako coming out of the back room with the materials he would need for today’s fitting. 

“What? Nothing. I’m fine.” If he was lucky, he could fake fine-ness until Taako got distracted by whatever minute adjustments he wanted to make. As far as Kravitz could tell, the outfit Taako was making him looked done, but Taako insisted there were things that he could still improve. Kravitz couldn’t blame him for being a perfectionist; this was the first red carpet event for either of them, and an opportunity for Taako to get his name out there in the couture world.

Taako rolled his eyes. “You’re a terrible liar, my man. And you’re fidgeting all over the place, which is gonna make my job harder. You might as well talk, cause I’m gonna have all these in my mouth.” He held up a row of straight pins between his thumb and forefinger. “So I’m not going to be able to carry the conversation with my usual sparkling wit.”

Kravitz let out a short laugh. “It’s not even that interesting.” He paused, and Taako motioned for him to continue before making a tiny alteration to the hem of his shirt.

Finally Kravitz sighed. “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you. I had a meeting with the rest of the band today. They think that, as the frontman, I should be doing more to promote Reaper Run.”

Taako shrugged one shoulder, as if to say, It wouldn’t kill you…. He adjusted the angle of a pleat and pinned it in place.

“I know, they’re probably right. I tend to get cameras shoved at me more often, so it’s only fair to them if I take on more of the promotional stuff. I’m just… I’ve never been good at the publicity side of things. I don’t even know how all of…this… happened.” He made a vague gesture. “I mean, yes, our venues got a little bigger in the past year or so, but nothing that you’d expect to lead to…well, fame.”

Taako took the last pin out of his mouth and used it to take in the ankle of one of the pant legs slightly. “I mean, that viral thirst trap of yours probably had something to do with it.”

“What?” He had heard and understood all the words Taako just said, but hearing them in that order caused a critical failure in his listening comprehension skills.

Taako frowned. “The… you know, that photo of you performing that was, like, all over the Internet a few months ago?”

Kravitz still found himself unable to process whatever Taako was saying. “I’m… not online much,” he said weakly. “Johann handles most of our social media.”

Taako stood up slowly in front of him, his eyes wide. “Kravitz… are you telling me you didn’t know?”

“Okay, now I’m getting worried. What didn’t I know?”

“Hang on.” He pulled out his phone and tapped at it a few times before holding it up to Kravitz. The screen showed a picture of him that he hadn’t seen before.

“Oh yeah,” he said after a moment. “I remember that show. It was at this festival in Georgia in the middle of July, which was probably asking for disaster if I’m honest. It was like a hundred degrees, even after the sun went down. Humid, too.”

“But you don’t recognize the picture?”

Kravitz shook his head. “I only know when it was taken because, well, that's not our usual costume. But they're pretty hot, especially under stage lighting, and one of the guys who went on before us actually collapsed from heat exhaustion, so we decided to make some… adjustments. That shirt wasn’t even mine, I think I borrowed it from Avi.”

Taako looked at the picture again. “I think calling it a shirt is a little generous, my fella.”

Kravitz had to agree with him there. It was more of a mesh shrug, really, that covered his arms and shoulders and left the rest of his torso exposed. His skin was slick with sweat, and the photographer had managed to capture him in a rare moment where he wasn’t making the weirdest facial expression imaginable. Instead he had his head thrown back, his eyes closed, a serene expression on his face that Kravitz could pinpoint to the exact song–the exact chord, even–that he was playing.

“And you think this is why we got famous? I mean, I have to admit, it’s a good picture, but I don’t think it’s ‘rapid increase in popularity’ good.”

“Well I definitely think it helped. I know I’d go looking for more info on you if I saw this.”

Kravitz took another look at the picture and frowned. “Wait a minute…. Do you have this saved on your phone?”

Taako snatched his phone back. “It’s the top image when you search your name, my dude! Which, apparently, you never did!”

“It was in your photo gallery!” Was it his imagination, or was Taako blushing? He felt his own face heating up at the thought that Taako found his picture worth saving.

“You can’t prove anything!” Taako scowled at him, and Kravitz had to bite back a grin. “You can take these off now, I'm done with you. Not the clothes, to be clear: just you and your baseless slander.”

“Honestly, Taako, if you wanted to ogle me you could have just said,” Kravitz teased.

“I will put this through an industrial dryer cycle, I swear to God!”

Kravitz found himself grinning as he changed back into his street clothes. There was a big difference between Taako finding him attractive and Taako wanting the sort of candlelit-dinners-and-morning-kisses thing that he had started daydreaming about, but hey, a guy could hope, and it was nice to be appreciated.

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Chapter 29: survival (Wesker's P.O.V.)

Upon seeing Tabitha's unconscious form being rolled into her medical bay I felt a wave of relief wash over me. The bandages were barely bloody. She looked like she was sleeping peacefully, I am positive that she was at rest for once.

"You know you staring at her like that makes you seem more like a stalker rather than her husband," Gale said walking into the room I.V. in hand.

"And you would know that how, Chambers?" I asked a slight tone of irritation in my voice.

He shrugged and started to tap on Tabitha's left arm to find a vein, "So you are back in the picture ay boss? That's good for her. She's a great person when she's not a little lonely and depressed."

"She normally has to get I.V.s in her hand. She has rolling veins Chambers." I said taking her other hand in my own," She is so beautiful, I regret not choosing to come to find her supposed corpse after the Raccoon City incident. I remember when Birkin called me to tell me she passed. I was enraged and inconsolable. He had told me Sergei had killed her and was taking her corpse with Spencer out of Raccoon City."

"I know, I was the U.B.C.S. agent on that helicopter. She was leaning up against me cold as ice. But on oxygen and an I.V. of some drug keeping her alive and unconscious. Spencer handed Vladimir a vial and a syringe." He said poking the needle into Tabitha's left dorsal metacarpal vein.

"That was when he infected her with the angelis virus then," I said stroking her hair out of her face and adjusting my sunglasses.

"Yes, I think so at least. Who's that?" Gale asked and I turned my head.

"Albert, are you in here?" Excella said entering the medical bay.

"Excella will you prep my serum? I'll take it in here. I haven't had my dose this afternoon." I quickly said to get her to leave.

"Yes, Albert," She quickly said rushing out.

Gale looked at me slightly shaking his head ” Damnit Wesker you got a lot of bitches who want a piece of you, but not in hand-to-hand combat if you know what I mean. By the way, does that one bitch just piss you off cuz you told her to scram real quick since you sent her away so quickly?" He laughed and I felt my eyes flared slightly.

"That is none of your concern Chambers. Now back to the previous discussion. How long were you in the Russian base with my precious lotus?" I asked looking back at Tabitha.

"Winter of ninety-eight just after the Rockfort incident. I got infected by a Bandersnatch when Alfred lost control of his base. T was in her sleeper mode as I'd call it and Vladimir had her hair a silverfish color at the time. You might not have known it was her at the time but she was the one who caused the explosion where your face got badly burnt in Antarctica. She doesn't remember anything from her sleeper modes. Vladimir enjoyed telling her what she did when we returned. She damn near committed suicide. I had to stop her that time."

"I should get her in to see my psychologist based at the Tricell base. She was caused so much trauma by that bastard Sergei. My goddess deserves the best care." I said caressing her cheek.

She was going to be the mother of our new world, with Uroboros and the Angelis virus we are unstoppable. I just need my delicate lotus to be stable enough to keep herself safe when I'm not around. I was gone for so long from her life but still managed to love me enough to come find me. Even if it was under the guise of our daughter.

"There aren't many of us left are there Wesker?" Gale said standing in the door frame holding a picture of Rebecca

"What are you going on about Chambers?" I demanded to know being pulled from my train of thought.

"Us as Umbrellas pawns and S.T.A.R.S. survivors. We are the only three in the world that knew what happened that night and why." Gale said tucking away the photo and going for a lighter.

"You still have that old thing," I asked walking over and taking off my sunglasses.

"It has sentimental value, ya know. Barry gave me this on my first day in S.T.A.R.S. Barry said you might need this in the future kid keep it with ya, and he handed me this lighter. You were right when you told me that we survivors walk a difficult path, but I had Rebecca. You two on the other hand were fucked from the get-go. Sergei keeping you and her apart."

"It was difficult but in the end, we made it back to each other. How is Rebecca anyway?" I asked genuinely curious but was met by a dangerous glare.

"Leave my sister out of this Wesker. She is finally in a safe place and I'm not letting her back in the field just yet." Gale said turning to face me.

"I seemed to have touched a nerve, you are as hot-headed as you were in S.T.A.R.S. Chambers," I said with a smirk.  

"Bet I could beat out your sorry ass now. I'm twice the combatant I was when I was vice-captain of the Bravo team." Gale said smugly.

"You couldn't even beat Tabitha when she had her ankle in a brace." I  scoffed.

"Alright, we spar and if I win you keep Rebecca off the table with your plans." He said offering his hand out.

I was intrigued I used to take these bets with Tabitha, "What do I get if I win then Chambers?"

"I'll go back with you to Africa as long as I can continue my work with Phoenix Corps." Gale offered his hand still and firm.

"Alright deal but I must warn you even in her equinoxal state I still have not lost to Tabitha," I said.

"Follow me," Gale said walking out of Tabitha's med bay.

The walk was not long on the left-hand side of the vehicle bay was a large gym. Next to that was a glass room with judo mats along the floor. An Emblem of a blue and green Phoenix on the wall.

"This is where I train the recruits. Takea the best to make the best." Chambers said tossing aside his jacket and getting into a starting stance.

"So you think you can beat me Chambers? Let us see if what I taught you is still in that thick skull of yours."  I said lunging at Gale at full speed landing a cobra strike on his chest.

Gale chuckles “Ok, wesker that was a nice little move there” Gale dashes forward towards me as I prepped my counter however, Gale sidesteps to the right and hits me square in the jaw.

"Not bad," I smirked wickedly grabbing onto the fist he just hit me with and slamming my heel into Gale's side holding on to his fist attempting to dislocate his shoulder, "but not good enough."

“Trying to break my arm this early wesker,” Gale says sarcastically.

Gale turns his body towards me trying to go for a body kick but I quickly catch him and throw him against a wall “Had enough yet Chambers”

"Come on we both know your wife hits harder than that." Gale cracks his neck standing up from the floor and unsheathing his Rambo knife, speeds behind me. In the blink of an eye, the tip of his blade snagged my left shoulder tearing it mildly into flesh.

"try and keep up Wesker." Gale mocked.

“You’ll pay for that dearly Chambers” I said slightly frustrated and charged for Gale.

Gale smirked quickly sidestepped and slashed my side.

Grabbing  my side I growled, "Hmm and I know my dear lotus taught you not to get cocky."

I grabbed the blade, dislodging it from Gale's hand and throwing it into the wall. quickly spinning and I landed a palm strike on Gale's center of gravity.

Even though watching Chambers struggle to regain balance is entertaining I knew I had to end this. With a quick roundhouse kick to the face, I knocked Gale to the floor. Pinning him with my knee and resting my arm on his throat, “You may be faster Chambers, but your technique is severely flawed when it comes to superiors such as myself."

"Not bad boss not many can get me down." Gale coughs.

Tabitha walks in clapping, "Not bad for the first spar in years between my best student and my greatest treasure."

Hey everyone slifarianhawk here I partnered up with my co-writer to bring you this chapter have an amazing weekend next chapter will be a good one My name is Silfarianhawk and I'm not so far away.

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Some fluff cause all I post is bad stuff. Vlk is happy for once.

If Vlk had known she’d be this lonely and that hell existed she would have never fought those cops. It wasn’t worth the pain of losing Mary and Lilith. It wasn’t worth the eternal damnation and isolation. She should have just played the victim. They would have taken her as Mary’s hostage if she played her cards right and she could stay alive with her daughter for years more. It had been about a year since she died and she was constantly missing her lover and daughter. She missed Mary’s touch and the affectionate way they would pull her closer and kiss her face. She missed Lilith’s radiant smile and her beautiful laugh. She missed them so much, period.

But luckily she had been scraping together enough money for a big purchase… she only hoped they’d accept her offer.

Anxiously rubbing at her wrist she approached the building. A flier was crinkled in one hand and with the other she knocked on their office door.

It swung open with enthusiasm and someone chimed, “Ah a f**king guest with respect! See?! Not everyone has to blow up that g*d d**m wall!”

Vlk looked down at the imp before she was gestured inside and followed him to a desk.

“So what can I do you for?” He asked, looking her over. “You look like the type to ask for an abusive ex to be offed. Am I right?”

“No.” She said sternly though the thought of having him kill Mary was enticing. But the chances that Mary wouldn’t join her down here were too high to take that risk. Lilith couldn’t be left parentless. “Actually,” she continued when he opened his mouth to question her, “I don’t want you to kill anybody. I just want a few photos. Of my partner and our kid.”

“That’s surprisingly wholesome.” He said before looking behind her and yelling, “MOXXIE!”

“Sir?” A shorter and much cuter imp appeared at the doorway on command. He eyed Vlk and adjusted his bow nervously at (what he thought was) a hellhound in Luna’s territory.

“She needs a couple photos taken. Can you and mil handle it? It’s a little gooey for me.”

“Of course sir!” Moxxie’s face lit up and he saluted before bouncing over to Vlk and standing on his tiptoes with a notepad at the ready. “Who am I taking pictures of? What do you want them doing?”

“Their names are Mary Wright and Lilith Smith— though she goes by Wright as well, it’s not a legal change. I just want the pictures to be of them… I want one to have Lilith smiling, one of Lilith and Mary together if possible, and…” she blushed, “One of Mary naked or covered in blood if that’s okay.”

Moxxie echoed her blush and the taller imp scrambled over the desk, “I’m interested!” He grinned. “We’ll get those pictures for you in no time.”

They agreed on a payment and Vlk gave them her number before they parted ways. The next few days were agony. Waiting for those pictures was torture but at least she’d have something of her life on earth. Despite wanting to get rid of it she couldn’t… her mind was plagued by her little family. She may as well a few keepsakes…

Finally, after four days the phone rang while she was at work. She pushed the male off of her and scrambled to her clothes, throwing them around until she found her phone. She picked it up.

“We got your pictures! When can you meet us?”

“I can be there in two hours.”

“Perfect.” The line ended and Vlk grinned at her phone before her scruff was yanked.

She barely stopped herself from snarling at the client by gritting her teeth.

“I wasn’t done with you.” He huffed, holding her up by her scruff. “I still got half an hour.”

“I know.” Vlk sighed, dropping the phone on her shirt. She smirked. “Let’s go then. Make good use of your time.

As soon as she was finished with him she threw on her clothes and ran out of the room, phone gripped tightly in one hand. “Gotta go early!” She called to her boss.

“Did that perv pay you?” He yelled back.

“Don't think so! You can take the money, I don’t care. Bye!!”

Her boss sighed and shook his head but she was already gone.

By the time she got to I.M.P she was out of breath and could barely stand but she opened the door regardless and barged inside. “My photos.” She wheezed, tail wagging excitedly behind her.

The three imps and one hell hound stared at her in shock and confusion before the leader held out his hand. “First, the rest of my money.”

“First my pictures.”

They glared at each other for a few moments before Moxxie came up and handed her a cute little photo album. She hurriedly flipped it open and looked through the pictures. There were so many of her little family. Lilith smiling with some girl from school and a boy Vlk had met once named Mason. Lilith had friends now! Mary was alone or with Layla in most of her pictures, which spoiled some of the excitement. Layla. But she did have a few photos of Mary exactly how she had asked for. And the final picture took up a whole page. It was of Mary and Lilith sitting on the couch, curled up together and sleeping as Layla and another young girl with black hair read beside them.

Vlk wanted to cry she was so happy. She closed the album and paid the impatient imp. “Thank you. I may be a return customer.” She smiled genuinely which seemed to get the larger imp’s attention.

“Well you know where to find us! And we’ll take as many photos as you want.”

Vlk nodded and left with the album tight against her chest. She stopped by a store for a frame and returned to her apartment, framing the last picture and setting it on her nightstand. The album was carefully tucked under her pillow.

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ALMOST YOURS JJK 5

Mafia! JK x nurse reader

word count: 4.2k

genre: mafia au

warnings: mind control, murder, character death, anxiety, battles/ mafia fights, usual mafia things, mentions of wounds in detail

A/N: unedited, as usual lol. this chapter is a bit of an experimetnal one, possibly will take down and change??? but please enjoy it nonetheless!

SCIAMACHY: a battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow

After dinner at the Lim's, you were left with an empty feeling. They explained the situation- the kidnapping, the party, the explosion, the rescue, everything. And your brain could not comprehend the events that unfolded.

It was strange to have amnesia, again, a solid chunk of time taken from your memory, and you had no way to access it.

You were weary to trust the Lim's. Yes, they have been hospitable and ensured you were treated well in their care, but it was almost too well for someone you just met. But you decided to go along and follow their requests, but you still kept an eye out for anything weird along the way.

Soobin explained his role in Bangtan, he was a spy that was there to collect intel on their moves. He explained the horrid things they did, how they killed relentlessly and with no mercy.

He gave you a rundown on the main seven, and when being shown the photos, you can't help but feel a sense of familiarity to their faces, but maybe it was due to the kidnapping. But what would Bangtan want from you? Perhaps it was your skills. Or something else.

"Y/N?" A knock sounded on your door as you tightened your ponytail. "Are you ready for the debriefing?"

"Yeah!" You called out to Soobin. "Just finishing getting ready. I'll be out in five.”

You straightened your jacket and looked at yourself in the mirror one last time. Opening the door, Soobin stood with a grin. He led the way to the briefing room, and you followed behind.

You didn't want to be doing this, you never wanted to be in the mafia world again, but Bangtan brought you back. Though you don't remember, you heard from the Lim's that they were wanting to hurt you, and you could feel a sense of vengeance brewing. You were back in this world because of them, and they were going to pay for it.

"Welcome everyone! Thank you all for joining. A new member is here today, please welcome Y/N!" People around welcomed you. Your hand raised slightly in response. "Now let's go over our logistics."

You zoned out at this part, none of it concerned you and the lack of sleep was starting to hit.

"Y/N." your name was called which caused you to look up. "You will be training to go against Bangtan and take them out for good."

Take them out for good. They wanted you to kill again.

"I'm not so sure..."

"We will train and see. It is your choice in the end." A lie.

"Now everyone please go to your delegated area. Y/N, you will be coming with me." The room slowly became empty, you stayed in your seat waiting for it to clear out.

"Follow me, I have someone for you to meet." He had his usual grin, but this one was a bit more ominous than the other ones. Despite your hesitation, you followed unknowingly to what would be your demise. The halls were dim, and the walk was short. He knocked on a door and then entered. Stepping in there was a man sitting on chair, his back to you and a cane in hand.

"Sir." Soobin bowed despite his figure being turned around. "She is here."

"Lovely. Thank you, dear Soobin." The man stood up; he adjusted his hat. The cane moved and he followed. Stepping forward he lifted his head and immediately you sucked in a breath of air. Frozen. That's what you were, frozen. Body stuck and mind blank.

"Why do you look so scared seeing your dear uncle?" Leeho looked just like he did all those years ago, but you could see the age settling in.

"What? What is going on?"

"Dear, you didn't think we actually saved you, did you? Still young and naive I see." He began his advance forward and instinctively you took a step back but halted. You can't show him fear. "We got you back because we need you. Moreso, we need the old you."

"No." You shook your head. "No!"

Soobin was quick to grab your arms and another man in the room grabbed you too.

"My sweet killer." Leeho lifted his hand to brush against your cheek. In any other situation this would seem so loving, an uncle and his niece reuniting after many years apart, after thinking each other were dead. But no. This was sinister. This was cruel. This was worse than anything before. "Welcome back."

A syringe entered your neck, and the fluids were being pushed in. Your body started to go numb and then limp within seconds. Soobin and the other man dragged you to the chair, chains and handcuffs being placed on your arms and legs. Oh god it was happening again.

"We have improved our syringes and formula. You are about to become our best secret weapon." Leeho had another syringe and placed it in your arm. This fluid hurts going through your body. You screamed as it made its way through your bloodstream.

The pain, the memories, and the absolute desire to not be alive helped.

It had been a solemn day at the Bangtan manor. Men were still cleaning the explosion and repairing the area that was affected. The smaller organizations were ordered to prepare for anything that may happen.

The main seven resided at their nearby safe house. Everyone there walked on eggshells around Jungkook who spent most of his time training. He would go for hours on end until his knuckles were bleeding and body running on low energy.

He couldn't believe you were gone. He felt so stupid to move away from you, to leave you. He blamed himself that you were gone and that he didn't keep a closer eye on Soobin.

He just couldn't imagine what they were doing to you. He heard of the stories firsthand, and it was gnawing at his soul just thinking about it.

"It's been hours, Jungkook." Namjoon stood against the door frame, hands in his pockets. “You need rest.”

“No, I need to get her back.” Jungkook thew more punches as the bag letting out grunts.

“And you will if you rest. How will you save her if you’re passed out from exhaustion.”

“Do you have any more leads, information, or just anything?” Jungkook ignored him and continued punching.

“We have intel she is in their main facility. No word on what they are planning to do.” Namjoon stepped forward to Jungkook. “But we do have a spy that is trying to get more information. We are preparing for an ambush.”

“When.”

“When we get more information. Still training and looking for more spies in the child organization. If we proceed with this ambush, it would be a select few individuals. I’m going to have a briefing in five. Finish and get there.” Namjoon patted his back.

“I’ll just go now.” He had one last punch and then took the towel from the ground to wipe his face.

“Okay. The boys are already there.” Namjoon took the lead, and they walked in silence to the room.

Stepping in, the atmosphere was rather dark. Everyone there looked distraught and had dark circles under their eyes.

“Welcome everyone. You are all here and probably know why.” Namjoon pulled up a map on the screen. “You are my select individuals to help ambush the Lim’s. Look around and familiarize yourself with the people here.”

Jungkook looked around and saw the main seven, a few of the higher organization leaders, and a few others. Jungkook spotted Mark in the corner of the room- the man whom you spoke to when they captured him.

“What is he doing here?” Jungkook knew you didn’t want him here, he listened to your conversation from that day. “She doesn’t want you here.”

“Doesn’t matter what she wants right now.” Mark was short and didn’t want to fight.

In all honesty, Mark was way in over his head going back to the Lim’s. He, like you, were used for experiments and tested on like their own guinea pig. Though they did not make him do the things you did, the tests didn’t stick in him, and they ended up having him just be like a sidekick for you. Once you escaped, you made a plan for him to leave too, and he did. And he owes you his life for this, it’s the least he could do.

“Right now, we have our own spy in the Lim’s. They are sending information as we speak on the facility in order to make sure this goes smoothly. For now, let’s go over the plan.”

He pointed his lazar at the screen. “The main entrance is where Yeonjun, our spy, will be located. He will hack the system to let the gates open. Cars 1 and 2 will come in from this side. We will let you know which car you are to be in. The right side is where Jungkook, Mark, and Jimin will enter. The left is for Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jin.”

Everyone nodded and Namjoon continued to explain the plan, though Jungkook was barely listening. He was more focused on his own plan; doing anything to save you.

Today was the day, and the Bangtan mansion was in a frensy prepping for the events that are to unfold. Men were running around to fill up the vans and making sure they have everything they need.

"All units leaving in two. Be in your van." Namjoon said over the radio that it transmits to everyone's earpieces. Jungkook was already in the van, he had been prepared since early and even wanted to leave before everyone else but knew he couldn't. Everything had to go as planned today, and one wrong move could be detrimental.

"Units are ready to go." Namjoon spoke again and that is when Jungkook lifted his head. In his van sat him, Hoseok, Jimin, and Mark who drove the van.

"Let's go get her." Mark started the vehicle and Jungkook sat back, fingers dancing along the side of the door.

Jungkook would say he spaced out the whole drive there. He looked outside the window but did not take in any of the scenery along the way. Before he knew it the car halted. It was go time, they just needed the cue from Namjoon.

“We’ll get her, okay?” Hoseok patted Jungkook’s back trying to ease his nerves. Though Jungkook thought he would be holding it in well, the anxiety and pure unease flowed off him.

"Van two and three go." Namjoon gave them their cue and in seconds everyone exited the van filing out. Guns in hand they broke down the side door, eyes focused on any moving target they saw. Jimin led the team, his gun up shooting anyone that stepped in the way. Behind him was Jungkook who both shot and physically fought anyone who got close enough to feel his punch.

"Team spread out and cover each room! She is in one of these units here. Try to not draw too much attention as the main entrance is the diversion for this." Jimin ordered and each man took off accordingly.

Everyone splited up, going into separate rooms. Jungkook scaled the closer ones, Jimin went left, and Mark when right. Hoseok when down to the end of the line and entered each room in haste. Gunshots were flying and men falling each second.

Hoseok rounded the corner and noticed a room with a keypad lock. This had to the be room. Grabbing the man on the ground, he lifted his hand to unlock the keypad.

You were on the other side; the commotion had woken you from your induced state. An IV was entered into your body and you ripped the line from your arm. Your body was wobbly when standing but your mind knew you had to act.

Hanging to the left was a full suit, you were quick to change and noted of all the armor in the hidden pockets. Knives were located around and you held one in your hand. The right door opened and one of the Lim’s men entered with a gun up.

“Give that to me.” He seemed like a younger recruit, and he acted without thinking. He threw the gun at you and both of you entered the spare room, but Hoseok had already managed to open the door. He shot the younger recruit, and you went behind the door cocking your gun.

“Y/N?” The man spoke and you took this as your time to shoot. He was quick to dodge and tackled you to the ground, effortlessly kicking the gun out of your hand. God, you needed to get it together.

Now that you were in close contact with him, you saw him as a member of Bangtan. Bangtan. The name bitter to your tongue and it caused an adverse reaction in your psyche.

“You.” It was pure disgust in your voice. The venom dripped in your statement and caused you to forget the pain, forget the drowsiness, and forget everything you ever knew.

Your mind was in a state of control, and the only thing you could think about was killing this man. It was animalistic the look on your face when you escaped his grasp, reaching for the knife attached to your left thigh. He was quick to dodge your slices, but you managed to knick him a few times.

“What are you doing?!” He did his best to not hurt you in your fight. Gun used as a blunt force device rather than to kill.

You were trained to do this, muscles moving with their own sense of mind.

Hoseok didn’t know how much more he could handle; you were getting pretty good hits on him, and his body was fighting for release.

You were still full of energy and noted his decreased fighting capabilities and decided it was time for the final strike. Your left hand was going for a punch, your right hand drove the knife to enter his middle abdomen. He sucked in a breath of pain, eyes widening and body going still. Your hand twisted and he reached forward to grab your shoulder, fingers digging in begging for release.

You looked into his eyes, the dark orbs in a frenzy staring right back at you. Pain.

Tears wilted up in your eyes as you held the dripping knife in his chest. Your body shook slightly, and lips quivered. Your fingers twitched as you watched his eyes widen even more. A pang of worry washes over your figure as he slips down, body sinking to the ground. His legs spread out and hand reaches to cover yours in his laying position. Your body moves with his never leaving the knife as tears drip to the floor. Droplets mix with blood as you see the man mouth something to you.

"It's ok."

You stayed frozen and all the noise around you became distant. His eyes shut and his hand drops from yours into the pile of blood. Pain.

You were fighting a war within yourself.

"Why does it hurt?" You whispered to yourself as more tears gush out and you're left sobbing like a child. "It hurts so much."

The pain you felt was like never before. Your heart ached and seized. You felt like you were the one stabbed with the knife, and it was entering your body repeatedly. What was even worse was you didn't know why. You didn't know why you hurt so much or why this death caused so much pain. You have killed before, countless times, and never felt this kind of remorse. What was so special about this one? Why was your body reacting in such a way?

"My heart." You cried out while letting go of the knife. You shuffled back away from the now dead body cradling yourself once you were far enough away. Your eyelids fluttered rapidly and panic set in.

"Hoseok-" A different man ran in and paused at the sight of you and the body. Blood. You. Hoseok.

"Y/N?"

His body froze when he saw your back, he knew it was you. His body also froze at the sight of blood.

In a split second you went into action mode. Reaching for another knife in your pocket you lifted it up and then lifted your other arm in a fight stance.

"What? What happened?" He was in shock. By the looks of it, you were the one who killed Hoseok. You were the only one in the room and now you stood ready to fight, but he could tell you didn’t want to. The tears on your face glistened in the lighting. "What are you doing?"

In his state of confusion, you raced forward letting out a battle cry while swinging with all you might. Jungkook's reflexes acted, and he dodged your attack, throwing a punch at your abdomen. The force threw you back and you grunted at the acute trauma. Sucking it up you went at it again, knife swinging and managing to get his arm.

"Snap out of it!" Jungkook knew this wasn't you, it couldn't be you. This was not the Y/N he knew. "C'mon I know you're in there!"

He did his best to act in defense and not hurt you any further. It was hard though, you were fighting with all you might, anger and the emotions were getting to you.

Jungkook didn't know how much longer he could go on, both because he didn't want to lay a finger on you, and he knew he couldn't beat your skills.

You finally managed to get his leg, he cried out at the stab wound and his knee hit the ground. You took this as your chance to kick his chest, the force throwing him down. You were quick to hold the blade over his neck, the sharpest point digging in.

Staring down at him, you paused. Though your hesitation, the pressure of the blade did not falter.

Your features softened and eyebrows furrowed. No matter how hard you tried to drive the blade in, you couldn't do it. Heaving a sigh, the emotions from before began to come back. Why wasn't he fighting anymore like the other guy?

Jungkook realized his fate and decided to take it as it came. He laid limp, body became one with the floor eyes trained on you. To die by your hands was a heavenly way to die in his eyes.

He knew this wasn't you, your hesitation and confusion were proof. He wasn't mad at you. He couldn't be. His eyes ran over your features, his last memory before his last breath and God, he felt like he saw an angle before him. You have always been beautiful to him. From the day you met to now.

"You're beautiful."

Those words had your grip loosen. The knife was no longer piercing, but evidence was there with the small line of blood running down his neck.

Lifting the knife, you stumbled back.

"Jungkook?" You slowly were coming back to yourself. More memories of you and him flooded your mind. "Oh god Jungkook, what did I do?"

You raced forward, ripping off your shirt and then ripping a piece off to tie around his thigh. He grunted at the pressure. "No, no, no. Jungkook I-I'm so sorry." You cried out.

"It's okay." He whispered.

"No, it's not!" You screamed at him. You were in a frenzy trying to put pressure on his wound. "I almost killed you! I- I was used again! I could have killed you and I killed-"

Hoseok. You lifted your hands from his thigh scooting back. You were disgusted with yourself. Utterly disgusted. You sobbed into your hands rubbing your face and then hitting your forehead.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry." Was all you repeated with bated breaths.

Jungkook wished he could do more, seeing you like this was worse than any stab could be. He was losing blood fast and he could feel his consciousness wavering.

"Y-Y/N." He got out and you now pulled your attention to Jungkook.

"Let me find the others. Do you know where they are?!"

"Take this." You raced forward to retrieve the earpiece from his hands. You pressed it against your ear connecting with whoever was on the other end.

"Jungkook-"

"Namjoon! We need help. Please, please come please." Each man overheard your voice over the line, a sense of hope washing over their figures.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What’s going on?”

“Please, please come to the right sector, room closest to the middle. We need help!” You pressed your free hand against Jungkook’s wound.

“Jungkook, Jungkook- He is, he is bleeding. And Hoseok- “you looked over and shivers went down your spine. “Just get here!”

You kept the earpiece in and continued to aid Jungkook who kept closing his eyes.

“Don’t you care close your eyes right now. Look at me, hey! Look at me!” You snapped to get his attention and his eyes fluttered at you. “Good!”

He kept his eyes open and began to hum to a melody. It was the only way right now that he could stay awake. He’s done it before, and it keeps him focused on the objective: not dying.

Your eyes watered again, and you nodded your head with a sad smile on your face. Bubble Gum by Clairo, you were familiar with the tune, Jungkook would play it all the time at the office at night.

You hummed with him letting the tears fall onto his shirt. Your head lifted up as you sucked air in. Jungkook’s hand lifted slowly, to reach your hand. The humming continued as shots were still being fired outside the room. You leaned over now, sobbing uncontrollably onto his stomach. His hand moved to your hair as he stroked the ends of your hair, hand barely moving up due to his incapacitated state.

“It’s sad because it just hurts.” You mumbled, like stated in the song because it just hurts. Everything in your body hurts, your mind hurts. You hurt.

Footsteps echoed in the other room, and you shot up with your gun ready. Jimin poked his head through first, gun up as well, but lowered seeing you. You smiled seeing a familiar face, but it soon fell.

A bullet pierced his shoulder, and he flew back lifting his gun to shoot, but not quick enough.

Your body jolted back, vision going blurry but focusing once more when you look down. Blood mixed with Jungkook’s and you felt queasy.

“Y/N!” Jungkook whispered hastily.

In any other situation, being shot in the back would have been worrisome. You would be fighting to keep the blood in, to put pressure. You reached beside Jungkook and lifted the gun.

"I just don't get why Bangtan is trying so hard to save you? Especially Jungkook, to think you were the one who brutally murdered his family." Soobin let out a sinister laugh. "His little brother. Do you remember his screams? That boy pleaded for his life, and you managed to not kill him. Not finish the job. You could never finish the job."

"Shut the fuck up." You shot the gun. Soobin fell to the floor, his head being hit and having an instant death.

The adrenaline was pumping through you, so you barely felt any pain from your open wound, and even then, you were focused on Jungkook.

"What-What did he say?" Jungkook's hearing was not the best at the moment. His senses were fading, and he could only make out a few words.

You on the other hand heard it all, and you forced yourself to forget what was heard in order to stay focused.

"Let's go to the van," Jimin came to lift Jungkook up, but handed you his jacket before leaving. The two of you supported his weight as you navigated out of the building. He notified Namjoon that they got you and are retreating. Guns in hands, you made sure the coast was clear before leaving. Being vigilant, you constantly scanned the area for any threats while Jimin led the way.

"Your shoulder." Jungkook almost whimpered out, his hand snaking around trying to put pressure on it while you walk.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Let's get you back."

"No, you're blee- bleeding."

"I have many times before. I'm okay. Save your energy please." You reassured him once more. The sky was dark, night had fallen but the lights from the mansion kept the pathway clear. The car was not far, and it was easy to transfer Jungkook into the back seat.

Finally being able to sit, your body was reacting to the gunshot wound. Your body was still trying to heal from whatever the fuck they injected in you, and you could feel yourself going into overdrive to keep yourself upright.

"Wait! Hoseok. We need to get Hoseok!" You realized.

"Namjoon is getting him." Jimin put the car into drive and sped down the long pathway.

You were gone, you were gone once more. You were free, but you knew this wasn't the end. You had to do one final thing before leaving this world, you had to kill your uncle and finish what Bangtan had started: Ending the Lims.