#but fuckkkkk have I been on that wave

[fandomfatigued]

Masculinity has had me in a fucking choke hold lately like yes please

[clingylilhoneybee]

….

[devil-in-hiding]

bully!Soap, I just read it and goD

Like seriously, he knows it's wrong to make you cry. To enjoy it. See the big, pearly tears crumble from the seams of your eyes when he spit out mocking words. It can go from the way you did your hair this morning to the redness behind your ankle because of your fuckin' stupid heels he despise-

He's like a five years old, doesn't know what to do with the turmoil of feeling in his chest when he sees you. Smiling at someone - someone that isn't him. His hands shake, and his cheeks burn, so Johnny's a meanie.

That won't do.

It makes him angry, sure, but your tears, your whimpers, the way you paws at his chest trying to push him back - no. No, no, no. That's his.

He will have blood on his hands soon. No one can see you in this state but him.

He lick a broad stripe of your wet cheek before leaving. He makes sure to lock the door of your office, course. Little bird in a cage.

(sorry for ranting but, yea. was thinking very hard)

HELLO MARRY ME WHAT THE FUCKKKKK

bully!soap has been in my notifs again and this now has me clawing at the fucking walls

he has been this way since you were children, not knowing what to do with the strange feelings you give him

so when you come back into his life and those feelings haven’t faded, it makes him confused, angry

angrier when he sees that the others get to see HIS cry baby, that they get to see how pretty pathetic your face looks when getting reprimanded

cornering you in the barracks, gripping your cheeks, waiting waiting waiting

“johnny stop! why do you always fucking-“

“they can’t see you like this.” he growls, and you blink, head swimming as he leans in, staring into your eyes

“this is for me. it always has been.” he hisses, his thumb digging into your cheek where a tear had slid and you wince, a fresh wave spilling over

“why are you so mean-“

“you drive me fucking crazy.”

[serqphites]

hiiii katie!! i’ve been in a massive longlegs phase (mostly bc of lee let’s be honest) and your blog has been a GODSEND 🤍 i’ve been thinking of writing a lee fic for a while but i had a lil idea that i wanted to send your way 🤭

i cannot get over the idea of wife!lee with r on a beach trip—especially if her wife fucking loooves it. she’s not a huge fan of going to the beach (her autistic ass does not fuck with sand) but she’ll go every couple of years bc ofc she’s going to deal with it for her woman!!!!! she’d sit on the beach watching r letting herself get absolutely DEMOLISHED by waves and she thinks it’s cutie af. she will (VERY reluctantly) get in the water once her twice but if something touches her leg? she’s screaming like he arm is getting chopped off she would HATE THATTT.

lol that’s all!! i just love ur blog and i would love to see u expand on this because ur like The Lee Harker Blog Ever for me :) much love 🤍🤍

— gracie

hello gracie !! oh my god PLEASE write a lee fic i will reblog it until the day that i die. also so honoured you wanted to send this my way hello?? i could cry 🫶 AND THEN YOU ALSO SAID IM THE LEE HARKER BLOG FOR YOU?? sobbing throwing up rolling around on the floor literally deceased

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lee fucking HATESSSS the beach (girl me too) her autistic ass can’t handle it. the sand sticking to her? AHHHHH. the water that’s freezing and lowkey stinks? FUCKKKKK. yeah no this really isn’t for her.

except for the fact it now is because her wife loves it arguably more than she loves her!!

god i can just picture it now, you’re walking onto the beach so fucking happy to finally be back after not going for ages (lee cried and locked herself inside the house the last time you tried to go), and then there’s lee… 🧍‍♀️ girly is just stood on the pathway that leads up to the sand, your bags and folded up towels in hand as she refuses to take just one little step forward onto the sand.

you have to push her to the spot you’d like your towels placed

lee sits on her towel and doesn’t move, she won’t even uncross her legs. she’s just sat awkwardly leaning over the towel so she can make you a sandcastle <3 she’s using various children’s tools she’d ordered from amazon to build, picking up the shells around her to turn them into decoration.

she’s so proud of herself when you come back from the water for a drink 😭 “honey! look what i made you” and she’s all shyyyy

also lee is 100% the kind of person to write your initials in a heart in the sand, and not small too she wants it to be seen by everyone, just so they all get the message (aka “stop staring at my wife’s ass you pervs”).

ice creams on the beach!!! lee is so mad at the wasps swarming her LMAOOO you’re actually petrified so you’ve moved, poor lee is trying to be brave and impress you but if they get too close she drops her act to scream like a child.

after hours of trying to convince her to get into the water, she finally agrees! you lead her to the water (despite her purposefully moving slower than a sloth) and let go of her hand to make your way in, assuming she’d follow.

🧍‍♀️”i don’t want to :/”

SHES SO CUTE I CANT IM LITERALLY ABT TO CRY JUST THINKING ABT HER

“come on baby you can do it! it’s just water!” you attempt to encourage her, and surprisingly it works. lee veryyy slowly starts inching her way towards the water, a wave crashing into her ankle just as she does so. she makes various weird noises, you know when you eat something that feels like it’s just come straight out of a volcano? it sounds something like that.

but hey she’s doing it! she’s walking towards you with a big smile on her face, your expression mirroring her own. that is until lee feels something slimy wrapping around her leg, imagine the scream she lets out when she glances down to discover there’s a green alien trying to worm its way inside of her (there’s seaweed on her leg).

my girl runs for the hills. screaming like she’s being tortured before dropping onto the sand and swatting her attacker away (which is again, seaweed).

you make your way over to her in an instant, removing the seaweed from her leg as you stifle a laugh. the woman, your wife, now caked head to toe in sand… even the poor girls eyelashes have sand in them.

“can we go home please?” poor baby :(

once you’ve returned to the comfort of your own home, lee gets the most cuddles she’s ever gotten from you in her life. despite her silliness (not silliness, she was very viciously attacked by aliens) you’re still so incredibly proud of her for facing her fears and going on a fun little adventure with you.

[sunny-reis]

같이 꿈을 꾸고 싶어 - dream with you

pairing: huh yunjin x reader

synopsis: an *actually* short oneshot about escapism and yunjin

tags: gender-neutral reader but all of this is implied to be sapphic to some extent (girl in red mentions 🤯). i don't know interpret it as whatever. extremely descriptive paragraphs abt the setting and yunjin? gay as hell. reader lives and goes to college in massachusetts. don't ask why (i do not know. have fun going to mit i guess.)

word count: 932

author's note: YURRRRR i wrote this half-asleep and feeling sapphic as FUCKKKKK enjoy

“massachusetts is such a stupid place to go to college.”

you raise a curious eyebrow at the comically focused yunjin splayed across your far-too-small dorm bed, flipping mindlessly through one of the many books you possess with scrunched eyebrows and a strawberry lollipop in hand. the small speaker perched atop the bedframe plays your “chill” playlist on shuffle at a relatively loud volume as your roommate isn't present, the strumming of an acoustic guitar and her unabashed humming filling the room amid the quiet. it’s a comfortable silence, nothing but the occasional flip of a page from yunjin, the scribbling (and rub of an eraser) from you, the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the window adjacent to your bed, and girl in red.

“and why is that?” you ask. all she gives you is a shrug.

“the drive to see you is stupidly long, and honestly? boston isn't even that interesting of a city to be worth it.”

“not even to see me?”

“yeah, no,” she elbows you with a small giggle, “definitely not.”

you roll your eyes, shaking your head and looking back at your notebook. the colorful pastel stationery strewn all over your table does nothing to give the illusion of a put-together student; you sigh, folding your arms and laying your head down. there's no use focusing on work when you're so distracted. by what, you can't pinpoint, but it must have something to do with the way yunjin’s humming is all you can hear and the way her hair falls over her shoulder barely covered by the flannel she has on. it definitely isn't the way marks on her nose stand out despite the bright makeup on her face, or the way her glasses sit too perfectly on the bump or her nose, or the way her cheeks flush a rosy pink when she looks up to see you lost in her eyes.

her presence slips into every crack and crevice in your heart.

“‘whatcha looking at?” she asks. you blink, devoid of any thought for a short while until she waves a puzzled hand in front of your eyes, snapping you out of your trance.

“hello? earth to [y/n], you there?” you nod, sitting up to match the yunjin now resting her head on her arms on your desk. she stares up at you, eyes starry and wide; many say they're the windows of the soul, but right now, you're unable to tell a thing. it's terrifying – you swallow the thought that she may be weirded out by your not-so-subtle starstruck, longing gazes.

yunjin stands up after a moment of silence, stretching her arms and suppressing a yawn. you check the analog clock on the wall that reads 6:43.

“we should go get dinner, i’m so hungry i can't focus.” you say, clearing your throat. she gives you a small smile.

“i was just about to say that! i’m starving.”

“i’ll drive.” yunjin nods. you don't need words to say you’re going to your special place, a small cafe a 15-minute drive away from campus. neither of you are impartial to making the short walk in the rain, but it's always been a tradition of yours to drive and listen to the same music on the same route.

the rain stops by the time the two of you get your food (a cup of tomato soup and crackers for you, and a turkey-ham sandwich with extra cheese for yunjin – it's always been the same. of course, the two of you always end up getting snacks from the food hall anyways, but there's sentiment to the consistency). unlike before, though, you decide to eat at the park; and so here you are, rocking on the uncomfortably small rubber swings and conversing peacefully amid the handful of children messing around on the playground. it's filling, how content yunjin looks – your crackers are left untouched as you catch yourself staring at her again, unable to break free of the captivating siren’s song of her humming and serenity.

“penny for your thoughts?” she asks abruptly, clearly having caught onto the cacophany in your head. you hate it when she does that.

“not much, i guess.” you shrug.

“oh come on, don't give me that,” she raises an eyebrow, “i’ve known you for years, you can't hide from me.”

“i dunno, i guess i'm just … turbulent?” and there begins the monologue.

everything pours out. yunjin watches, face falling at the harsh words you use to demonize yourself for feeling the way you do; falling in love isn't a crime, no matter whether your feelings are reciprocated or not. she holds back the urge to laugh at the way you neglect to think about her feelings. there are so many fleeting gazes and sleepless, longing-filled nights you haven't seen – she feels the exact same as you.

after your spiel and a number of apologies, yunjin clasps your hands in hers. your eyes widen, looking down as if avoiding her gaze will soften the blow.

“stop tearing yourself down for being human, [y/n]. i promise you, even if i didn't feel the same, it wouldn't be worth punishing yourself for being in love!” she cries, grasping your now-shaking hands tighter. she continues, wiping the occasional tear that falls from your eyes with a soft touch. she's never appeared to be an angel, a heavenly being, more than she does now.

words aren't needed to express how giddy you are when she spells out her feelings for you, topping it all off with a small kiss on the nose.

[baguettes-and-biscuits]

im very near tears

pjo episode 8 spoilers below the cut!

it's.

over.

i made another notes doc with my thoughts so i'll just copy and paste that :)

Ares’ “o shit” look on his face when Percy’s wave comes in lmaooo

He is DRENCHED

“Yaaaayyyy. That was sooo cooool.”

THE HA– HELM

“Zeus will never let you leave Olympus alive.” I so very much wanted percy to say “ok and”

YNIUXFGCFU REIU SHE GAVE HIM HER NECKLACE HER CAMP ONE AUGH

THE PART FROM THE TRAILER THE ONE THATS BEEN ON MY MIND FOR AGES (the elevator scene)

Dude Olympus looks so cool

Thats a big throne you got there zeus

No one’s warned percy about just saying names??? What about “names have power”???

THE VOICE ACTOR FOR ZEUS IS THE SAME AS ONE OF THE VILLAINS IN DUCKTALES (LUNARIS)

Percy be careful buddy

POSEIDON

INEFGCKGU’

HE SURRENDERED TO SAVE HIS SON 😭😭😭

THE SEA DOES NOT LIKE TO BE RESTRAINED

SALLY MY LOVE FOR YOU HAS ONLY GROWN OH MY GODS (this was about her teaching percy ancient greek i believe)

“Ares is a moron”

I AM GOING TO C R Y

PEECABETH HUG WHEEEEEEEE

THEYRE ALONE IN THE FOREST FUCKKKKK

LUKE UEWGFBCIUWFKJH

AUGHHHHHHGHGHJGNGUTGHYGHUIBRGCYEJHBGXX

That fight is epic but… I really wanted to see that scor-

ANNABETH

NOOOOO

“But I’m very, very stubborn.”

PETER LMAO

Pretty flower

BLUE PANCAKES

I thought riptide was a butter knife help

OOH POST CREDIT SCENE

“YOU CALL YOURSELF A LAWYER?!”

OH MY GODS GABE

[narwhalandchill]

also like . huge fan (not) of the way that hsr is having the worst endgame modes of all time . AND. at the same time. genshin Also gets whatever the fuck THIS abyss is like . what the actual fuck.

like u know its fucking bad when i take 1 look at the lineup and unanimously bench international 😭😭 ajax im so sorry but theres a limit to the cringe im willing to commit to enduring for a clear Even when its for u xx. like im sure i couldve figured out A Clear somehow but it wouldve cost my actual sanity wkjjfjkwjkwdkj

(putting the pyro lectors on 12-1-2 2nd wave not final wave feels. Actually SO personal against childe teams wtf. like extending childes melee so he solos their shields without worry for the CD bc its last wave anyway has been THE strat since those fuckers fucking released as enemies and now its like nah fuck you actually. what the hell hoyo)

(give him the narwhalpilled final form op alt already hoyo i WILL c6r5)

anyway. ended up going for the. easiest way out possible and i am Completely shameless on that one.

did aggravate and tazer to safely clean up that demonic 12-1 at first, realized 12-2 is also hell so then i just leave to double up on hyperbloom lmao. o7 truly

except unironically this shit had me crafting and leveling a second fucking prototype amber bc kokomi and neuvi had been sharing my R5 one before 💀💀 bc like. neuvi just wasnt doing enough dmg with that one fontaine event catalyst i usually substitute for either of them and i cant run prayers on him bc he will overcap crit but kokomi Also needed the pamber.... so now she has a 80/80 r2 one.

also i had ZERO patience for DMC energy issues btw thats a 4p deepwood build with SEVENTY crit rate 245% ER and R5 fav (=overkill much) . i love fa🅱️onius . DMC unironically still such a solid unit tho like. had a surprisingly great time using them after the longest time . theres some thinking around positioning ur lotus so it hits multiple waves more efficiently but with that figured out it was p kewl all things considered

ALSO WHAT THE FUCKKKKK i only. NOW. looked at my XQ gears since he was feeling rly Off in terms of ER on 2nd half despite my nahidas R5 fav and i.

I FORGOT I PUT THE LVL 90 ONE ON QIQI FOR THE CLORINDE TEAM 😭😭😭 and bc theyre both R5 its not like. i had any issue proccing the passive so That didnt clue me in to there being A problem. oh my fucking god i made this so much more cringe for myself than it actually wouldve been didnt i..................

[aqua-dan]

Honestly really wishing I hadn't been so obsessed with having straight hair when I was younger. I used to get so many treatments to get rid of my curls and unfortunately it worked 😔 I used to be so damn cute and curly. Slowly I'm managing to fix some of the damage, but fuckkkkk come on I used to have fucking ringlets now it's just waves

[statticscribbles]

Holiday Ideals

Summary:  Veronica Lodge/Reader; Idea 11, Reader ends up stuck in a small town and relearns the magic of the holidays

You’re not looking forward to spending your Christmas holed up in some small podunk little town. Which is why when your sister had called you stressed how it was a quick visit. And it would have been if your car hadn’t decided to break down practically when you crossed the town line.

“Fuckkkkk.” You groan and press your head against the steering wheel calling your sister who calls the only mechanic in town.

”I can drop you off at Pop’s, to get some food, they’re having a special if you wear a Santa hat.” Betty offers one out and you can’t help but smile at her.

“Thanks. I appreciate you driving me to a burger joint.”

“Well it’s only two doors down from the shop. See, there’s my sign!” She points excitedly and you try to grin.

“Hello you must be Y/N, Betty let me know, what can I get you.”

“Burger and fries?” You know it’s a little cheesy but you’re a little more than speechless at the waitress in front of you, her black hair is perfectly curled and her smile is almost blinding. “Great, would you like a gingerbread shake as well, it’s only a dollar extra since it’s the holidays.” You can see her smile falter and you know you must have grimaced.

“It does sound good, thank you.”

The food comes out fast and warm and smells just like you remembered it from your summers growing up.

“So I was told there was a Christmas discount.” You wiggle the pompom on your Santa hat and Veronica laughs.

“Was Cooper just pulling my leg then?”

“No there is but you have to stand under the mistletoe and get a kiss on the cheek with someone else.” You glance around the empty restaurant and back to Veronica who’s managed to put on a Santa hat while you were looking around.

Her kiss is quick and you try not to feel disappointed about it.

”Hey Y/N!” Veronica waves from across the street and then crosses after the car passes.

“Is your car still in the shop?” You groan at her question and shake your head.

“If it’s been fixed, why are you here? I thought you were leaving once your car was fixed?”

“I was supposed to but my sister needed it.”

“So you’re stuck here?”

“Yeah and it sucks.” You grumble and slump your shoulder but before you can complain more Veronica’s hand is pulling you along the street.

“Where are we going?”

“Well I have to make sure that your Christmas doesn’t suck!”

“I don't see how you’re going to do that, Riverdale isn’t exactly a perfect Christmas town.” You gesture around as Veronica tugs you along.

“You just have no sense of holiday spirit Y/N.”

“And how do you plan on changing…” You trail off, outside of her house is a winter wonderland, you’re half expecting to see Santa Claus waving in the window with the amount of lights and festive decorations she has.

“See!”

“Please tell me the inside doesn’t look like the entire north pole threw up on it?”

“Oh no!” She chirps and as you enter her doorway she nudges your chin, you look up spotting mistletoe.

“Alright.” You laugh a little and lean forward not realizing Veronica has done the same and she ends up kissing your lips.

“Oh, um, anyways, inside.” She nods and you pretend the blush on both your faces is from the cold.

“Oh wow this is much worse than the north pole throwing up.” You laugh surprised at how happy seeing the massive Christmas tree and all the decorations is making you feel. You turn, just as excited to see Veronica’s face light up with your reaction.

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[ja3hyuk]

best you’ve ever had

[ Reader X Asahi/Yedam]

[nsfw! slight rope play/aggression, foul language & sex]

[7:35 pm] location: the finest restaurant in seoul.

you and asahi had been seeing eachother for a while, you met him through a mutual friend, yedam, hes like a brother to asahi.

Asahi decided that dinner would be a good celebration of 3 months today, how sweet. you are close to being finished with dinner and asahi is gazing at you. “what? is there something on my face??” you laugh. He replies “haha no, i’m just admiring what’s mine. i’m so happy to have you.” he scoots closer to you and puts his hand on your upper thigh, fuck. you gasp and move away slightly, already turned on by his presence. He lets out a groan and then a giggle, “lets get out of here.”

You both stand up to leave.as you are heading back to the car, Asahi smacks your ass slightly. you glare at him and he laughs and grins at you. “alllll mine. hell yeah.” he says as he’s walking you to the passenger side door. You get into his BMW and he gets in as well.

-the drive home-

“sahi slow the fuck down, it’s 60, you’re going 95” you say. Asahi replies “i need to get you home... and naked.” You shutter in excitement. Asahi is THE best you’ve ever had, so tonight’s gonna be good.

You pull up to the drive way abruptly. Before the car is even in park, Asahi unbuckles his seat belt in a frantic motion, swinging the car door opened and coming to your side. You unbuckle your seatbelt to make things quicker, He practically drags you out of the car, “baby calm down.” you mutter in fear. “fuck i’m sorry. you alright?” he says. “yes, let’s get inside. NOW.” you say in realization of what is about to happen.

He pulls you behind him by the hand in the front door and you slam it behind you, he spins around and slams you against it. He places hot kisses all over your lips which are now red, wet, and bruised. You are finding it hard to breathe due to the aggressiveness of Asahi, which honestly... makes things even hotter.

You reach for his belt, meanwhile still pushed against the front door, he lets out a soft moan. “baby...” he groans. “are you ready?”

“i always am, f-for you.” you say breathing heavier by the second.

He picks you up, still making out with you, and takes your upstairs to his bedroom. He pushes the door open and throws you on his bed lined with black sheets. The familiar bed you lost your virginity on. But not by asahi. By yedam.

-yedam-

rewind: 2 years

You and yedam met though having the same math class together, Having similar last names ended us up sitting next to eachother. The first day you saw him, you were in shock that a boy THAT attractive was in your class school in general.

You go to take your seat next to him, as the teacher begins to teach, you get a nudge on your elbow. it’s yedam trying to get your attention to hand you a folded piece of paper. it’s a note.

you open it and the note says “ hi beautiful, my names yedam :)” you scoff. Trying to act cool, you write back, “beautiful? that’s an overstatement. i’m Y/N” he opens it and laughs. “you, me. after school.” he writes, as he hands you the note, the bell sounds.

fast forward: 1 month in time.

You and Yedam began dating last week, you were known as one of the cutest couples in your whole school. wow.

one night you are hanging out with yedam and some of his friends, Hyunsuk, Jaehyuk, Yoshi, and Asahi.

Asahi and yedam were roommates at the time, you were all at their place. Pretty much everyone was tipsy. You and yedam were cuddled up on the couch. Jaehyuk and Yoshi were having THE most intense uno match, Hyunsuk was sat on the counter eating ice cream out of the carton. And asahi wasn’t a drinker. he was also responsible of driving the boys back to their houses so he wanted to be safe. The time goes by like crazy, you check the clock, it’s 2 am. “hey yoshi! jae! hyunsuk!, don’t y’all work first shift tomorrow?” you hear a tornado of conversation, a few “fuckkkkk” ‘s here and there, Asahi offers to drive the boys home, they live kinda far away, “alright be safe guys! thanks for coming!!” yedam yells while waving at Asahi car pulling out of the drive way.

He walks back into the house and sees you sitting on the couch. Yedam had brought up sex to you a few times, you were always too nervous. He walks over to the couch and kisses you on the cheek, as he sits down he lifts your dress slightly and places his hand on your thigh. You shutter at his cold hands. You think to yourself “ok am i just REALLLLY fucked up or do i want to fuck him now...?”

You take action and climb on top of yedam, straddling his thigh and begin making out with him. He barely catches his breath and manages to say “holy fuck. you don’t know how long i’ve waited for this.” You smile at him and say “i’m ready.” He gasps and picks you up, and takes you upstairs and into his room.

Yedam opens the door and lays you on the bed. “my princess. you are so beautiful.” You almost tear up at those words, not sure if it’s just the alcohol in you or not, those words caressed your heart.

Yedam gets on top of you and makes out with you and begins to go lower. He gets to your shirt, “what are we going to do about this...” you sit up and remove your shirt and he assists with your bra. “even better in person” He says under his breath. you laugh. He begins to kiss your chest and leave huge red and purple hickeies. great. even MORE to cover up.

As he reaches your hips, he asks “are you SURE, Y/N? we’ve put this off for so long i just-“ you cut him off, “i’m ready.”

He pulls your skirt off and panties with it. You help him get undressed while you are still making out, him leaving purple heart shaped bruises on your shoulders and upper arms, the nervousness hits you. fuck.

i’m about to fuck THE bang yedam.

After the task of getting undressed he lays you back on the bed. “look at my girl. the most beautiful baby” you say to him “shut up and get on top of me already” his eyes widen, he had never seen this side of you before. he wasn’t mad at it though.

20 minutes of foreplay and oral later, you are now on top, yedam helps you adjust yourself onto him, and when he’s in, you gasp in pain and pleasure. “f-fucccckkk” He groans “youre so t-tight”. In your head you said, “keep in mind i’m a virgin” but out LOUD, you couldn’t speak.

You’ve never been in more pain and pleasure at the same time. You ride him until your thighs burn, “a-are you c-clo-se?” he asks, barely being able to get the words out, you nod as tears stream down your face. You finish right about the same time he does. crashing together, in an orchestra of heavy breathes and shaking legs. “let’s get you cleaned up baby,” Yedam says and he kisses your shoulder.

-Asahi-

present day

“yedam shouldn’t be home for a few more hours so we have time.” asahi says and he walks over to the bed after locking the door. Asahi looks at you laying in his bed, shiny from sweat and red from his grip, he leans over you and kisses you sweetly on the forehead, “my baby.” he says. “why did you look so good at dinner? who were you trying to impress? huh?” he calls out as he’s searching in his black dresser drawer, “n-no baby- only y-you...” He scoffs, “i’m kidding baby, kinda... you had no right to look so good. knowing other people saw MY baby looking like that... is not good. you are MINE. only mine.”

He finds what he’s looking for in the drawer and he walks back over to the bed as you lay in silence, ready for him any minute now. In his hands you see a gold wrapped condom, and a black rope. fuck.

You both undress with the help of eachother and then begin making out, the hardest session yet. Asahi reaches for the rope and says “like i said. only mine.” he unravels the rope and begins to tie your hands to the headboard. after finishing the knot, he runs his hands down your body and breathes heavily. “you look so beautiful under me.” as soon as he gets to your waist, you shiver and he giggles. he proceeds to make you feel good. the best you’ve ever felt from the best you’ve ever had.

after about 3 rounds of oral, you are begging at this point. “p-please asahi....” Hes shocked at the sight, he’s never seen you beg like THIS. so he drags it out. “what do you want me to do?”

“make me feel like the only girl in the world.”

[yamithediaperdork]

Crime and punishment (MHA)

Crime and Punishment

Out of all the duties that Katsuki thought was a waste of time for hero's in training and legends of awesomeness like himself, Touring experimental new prisons had to be up there near the top. Normally he'd be able to bully someone else in the class into taking the job off his hands but today no such luck as the teachers had taken notice and were watching him like a god damn hawk. Adding to his bucket of annoyance was who he was partnered up with for this little tour, Izuku Midoriya himself..or as Katsuki preferred to call the green haired cry baby: Deku. (though it did spoil some of his fun his cruel nickname for the weakling had been taken by the crybaby as his hero name. still...) Adding to the total bullshit that this assignment was, not only were they suppose to take notes and report back with their suggestions so the full trained heroes could make a judgment call (which rendered the whole fucking thing moot if you asked Katsuki his humble opinion) But they had to do it in costume. Being of the mindset he put on his uniform to fight and blow things up, not do paperwork, this just served to piss the already poorly tempered hero in training off even more. they were currently in the office of the warden for this new experiential jail and he'd gone off into his own little world while the balding man with the big nose rambled on and on. He knew Deku would be a good little suck up and soak in every word and he'd just copy the nerd's report when this was all done anyways. He only tuned back in when Deku nudged him with his elbow and Katsuki realized they had been talking to him and he'd just been staring off into space. "what?" He asked. "..As I was telling your collage here, we need you to both sign some waivers given the technology that will be on display here, as well as a wavier not to tell anyone other then the hero's your reporting too about what you saw here today." the warden said, frowning. "Yeah yeah, whatever. just give me the stupid paper work and lets get this over with." Katsuki said. "Ah, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite...I think you should read the paper work and make sure you know what your signing first. Since you kinda..zoned out there." Deku said. "whatever nerd." Katsuki said, though GOD he loved his hero name and leaned in as if he was going to humor the nerd..then just signed the paper work. The warden rolled his eyes but took out two badges that the heroes could wear around their necks and handed them over. "..what, you think SOMEHOW your guards are gonna mistake us for some of your inmates?" Katsuki asked and Deku face palmed. "I really wish you'd just pay attention.." the crybaby whined softly. "what?!" Katsuki huffed. "Maybe if you didn't have the attention span of a toddler Mr..and I can't believe I'm even going to say this.. 'Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite', You'd of heard how much of our system is automated and that badge will keep you from being seen as a prisoner by the computers." the Warden said dryly. "..Who you calling a tod-" Katsuki started, but Deku stepped in and broke it up.

Huffing and pouty, Katsuki trailed behind the warden and Deku as they talked on and on and pictured how easy it would be to just toss a little blast at their feet, for a jump scare. 'heh, better now. Deku will just wet himself and bawl like a baby, again. They should just get a pacifier for him to suck on like the big baby he is.' Katsuki mused, mentally picturing Deku in just a oversized diaper and in a playpen, oversized paci in his mouth and bawling. So vivid was the mental image for a second Katsuki thought he must of been imposing it as he looked into one of the cells. Because there on the floor, hugging a teddy bear was a bald tanned skinned man, maybe in his 30, and he was dressed like a fucking toddler. like, as in paw patrol socks on, and he was wearing a freaking diaper shirt with a dino print on it and uh, yeah.. Mother fucking diapers that showed due to their thickness! the guy didn't even seem to notice him, he was busy sucking on a paci and watching a tv in the room. "what the fuckkkkk?" Katsuki laughed out loud. "..and I see the toddler is back with us." the warden said. "I'ma let that slide because what the fuck? why's that guy in huggies?" Katsuki asked, jerks a thumb at the window and snickering. "We uh..we went over this in the office Great Explosion Murder Death God..This prison is utilizing a new form of regressive therapy.." Deku said, rubbing the back of his head. "Man, the fuck did this guy do to end up being put back in pampers?" Katsuki asked. "must of been a real terror in actual prison for them to make him partake in this!" "-sigh- for the benefit of toddlers who don't listen.." The warden said, coming over and taping a few button on the control panel by the prisoners door, and the wall became transparent for them to get a better view. "Call me a toddler one more time, I fucking dare you." Katsuki grumbled. "ANYWAYS! Every one of the inmates in this prison is a volunteer who is getting 10 years shaved off of their sentences to try this. If the program is approved and if they wish to keep being part of it, further time will be shaved off." The warden said. "Each cell  is equipped to look after and care for the inmates as if they were little boys or girls since it's a unisex prison, or if they just happen to be transgender. it's not OUR place to judge them." As the warden spoke, the prisoner who apparently didn't know he was being watched, suddenly got up on his knees and hugged a stuffie close to his chest as he started to make scrunchie faces. "..Is he.." Deku asked, turning and looking away to give the guy privacy. "Oh yeah, he's totally baking brownies." Katsuki snorted. As Katsuki and the warden watched, the back of the inmates diaper shirt and well, of course, diapers puffed out and expanded, to the point the crotch snaps burst open. "Sheesh, fucker must of been holding it in for ages." Katsuki observed. "actually it's part of the diet their on, we feel frequent and massive movements help with breaking down their ego's and let's them accelerate the reforming processes." The warden said proudly. "Righttt..ok fess up. you just like making tough guys shit they're brains out right?" Katsuki asked and chuckled. "..Your a very unpleasant person. I'm going to make a request you NOT be sent for the follow up review." "Oh nooo, I don't have to come here and listen to you drone on and on and watch adults crap themselves. I'm soooo heart broken about that." Katsuki said and rolled his eyes. walking away from the scene and leaving Deku trying to look over and make sure it was ok, Katsuki fiddled with his badge as he walked away from them and missed the sight of the metal arms coming out of the walls and attending to the stinky inmate, though Deku did take a interest in this part can came over to watch. "He doesn't um..seem that upset." Deku said. "oh this isn't his first dirty diaper, and there are speakers in there with a calming female voice praising him for making such a big present and telling him what a good boy he is. again, it could of been a male or female voice, we go with what works best for the inmate." Indeed, one of the metal arms with white gloved hands was coming down now and gently patted the inmates squishy bottom as his head, making the man blush but give a big toothy smile. "you wouldn't know it to look at him now, but he was a several bank robber and known for his brutal tactics. I figure with this treatment he'll be reformed in maybe 4 years..5 tops." The warden said with pride in his voice. "wow..I thought he looked familiar..Hey Ka- Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite, you gotta come and see-" Deku turned to call Katsuki over and the machines started to lift the inmate to a changing table, but the Blond was gone. "What a shock. the toddler wandered off." The warden said, and punched in a command on the control panel again, making the wall go back to normal. "we'd better go and find him.." Deku nodded and they headed up the hall towards where the the hall split into two paths, and it was there Deku looked down and found Katsuki's ID badge. "uhhh warden? what are the chances he'll be snagged without this on?" Deku asked, holding it up. "Between his attuide and wandering off into areas without at least someone else wearing a badge? 93 percent." The warden said, clearly amused. "...Weeeee better hurry...if they try and diaper him he's libel to blown this whole place up. "

Katsuki had at some point stopped playing with his badge and was just busy looking in at the different inmates, trying to see if he knew any of them from news reports and the like on tv. He made a point of knocking on the windows and getting the big babies attention and smirked as they would blush and hide (well some of them, others would just give a sheepish wave and others outright ignored him) Sadly there didn't seem to be any super villains locked up, though then again what villain would of volunteered for something like this? He was making his way to the next cell when suddenly a green light scanned over him, hurting his eyes for a second. "Ow! the fuck!?" he growled, rubbing at them. "Warning: inmate in hallway and not in proper attire. deploying prisoner recapture protocols." A robotic voice called out in the hallway, then was replaced with a sugary sweet male who started to scold him. "Now now, what are you doing out of your cell, and without your cute widdle outfit on little man? you don't wanna make a mess everywhere do you?" as it spoke, multiple holes in the walls opened up and more of the metal arms with the white gloved hands came out of them. "Uh..Hold up, I'm a superhero visiting. I've got a badge and-" Katsuki said, gulping a little and taking a step back, reaching for the badge and finding it gone. "...Well shit on a stick. guess we're doing this the hard way." Having only expected to be doing a little walk around, he hadn't stored any of his explosive sweat for use, though with a fair idea of what these things wanted to do with him, he was flop sweating enough to make up for it. "Such foul language! somebodies in for a mouth washing if he doesn't start behaving! you're already getting a spanking and corner time mister." the Voice announced. "Counter offer: fuck you." Katsuki said and went to work, blowing up two of the arms right off the bat and chagrining in, there was NO way he was gonna lose to a bunch of shitty robot arms! Or that was the going theory till as he got close one of the hands opened up and sprayed a green mist in his face. coughing and then seeing double, Katsuki pouted and got out a final statement before collapsing to the floor. "Knock out gas? No fairrrr!"

He woke up shortly after, and found himself in one of the nursery cells and almost totally naked.  the almost part came from the thick mitten that had been put on both of his hands rendering his powers useless and the booties on his feet. "Nggggh.. damn cheating bas-" "Foul language detected! Bad boy! somebodies getting a mouth washing!" came the male voice over the intercom and before Katsuki could even try and fight back he found himself forced to sit up on the changing change and his arms pinned at his sides by two of the arms.A third one came out of the wall wielding a wet and sudsy bar of soap and Katsuki glared. "Go fuck yourself if you thin-" he started to rant, not quite figuring out that he should of kept his mouth shut and as such the bar was forced into his mouth and he couldn't spit it out, eyes shutting tight and soapy drool trails leaking down his chin. "Maybe five minutes as a soap sucker will help you stop swearing Little guy..but daddy isn't going to hold his breath." the voice said. 'oh good, not only is it a crazy fucking AI that wants to make me a diaper baby..but one with a sense of humor.' Katsuki thought dryly.

Five minutes later and the bar was carefully removed but held close, clearly the machine was waiting to see if he'd learned his lesson. Katsuki for his part was PISSED and wiped at his touage with his mitten hands, trying to get rid of the icky taste. 'Ok Katsuki..you've seen what being a brat got you..let's tone down the attuide and try logic...' He thought, eyeing the walls warily. He hadn't been diapered YET but it was clear that was where he was heading if he didn't figure something out. "uh..What do I call you?" Katsuki said. "Daddy of course little man,m or would you prefer a mommy?" the voice said cheerfully. 'I'd prefer someone dumped a bucket of water on your CPU' Katsuki thought but with GREAT effort kept the comment to himself. "C-Can we talk logically for a second and hold off the diapers? ..Please?" Katsuki said, giving a smile to show he was trying to be good but said smile would of terrified young kids. "..heh I'll hear you out." "Ok so..Were you programed to accept any new inmates at all today? do you have a profile on me that tells you what crimes I supposedly did?" "Scanning..Nope." Daddy said. "Alright..then if I'm not in the system, then I must be telling the truth when I tell you I'm not a inmate right?" Katsuki said and smiled for real. "Hmmm.. well the programmers have been known to be lax when it comes to updates..and you've already earned a 2 month prison term regardless." Daddy said. "What!? what for!?!" Katsuki demanded. the tv clicked to life and footage of Katsuki destroying two of the arms was played. "Destruction of government property." "..ARE YOU SHITTING ME!? YOU STARTED THAT FIGHT!" "Hmmm mouth washing didn't work, let's try anther something else..." Daddy said and the arms moved in again and restrained Katsuki on his tummy and to his horror, a large enema bag was brought out and a rather large looking nozzle. "I bet your just so grumpy because your backed up little guy!" daddy said. "..I really..really..Hate these kind of missions..." Katsuki whimpered.

Deku and the warden did finally find Katsuki, but it was only after finding the scene of the fight, and the warden warning Deku that the machine was programed to automatically add a months sentence for every damaging attack on it. "I mean, I'm sure if we get the head programmer in here we can clear that up..but the machines AI automatically files the charges with the DA so we'll have to talk to them too." the warden explained. With that knowledge in mind Deku thought he'd been prepared to see Katsuki, having known by that point he'd likely been er well..dressed as a inmate. Getting to the cell the warden believed he was in, he punched in the code to make the wall transparent and well..they were greeted by the site of a enema nozzle JUST coming out of Katsuki's backside, and he was being rapidly taped up in a massive white diaper. the blond brat's tummy was bloated and Deku almost could swear he could hear it sloshing and a Pacifier gag had been strapped to his mouth. "He must of been using excessive swearing for it to paci gag him." the warden said, sounding amused. "Yeahhh I can see that.. Uh..Anyway you can try and get this to stop? Like.maybe it won't release him but is there a training potty or something at least?" Deku asked, rubbing the back of his head. truthfully while he wanted to bust a gut laughing he knew that wouldn't be fair to Katsuki, even if the brat had brought this on himself. "Nope. once one of the super poopers goes on, it doesn't come off till filled to the brim." The warden chuckled. "..Super poopers?" "the name of that massive diaper the toddler is wearing." "..you know your enjoying this a little too much." "Oh come on, and your not, even a little bit?" Before Deku could answer he's eyes were drawn to Katsuki as the blond hunched over and loudly whined though his gag, the warden had taken the extra step of making it so they could hear everything too. "Anddd I don't think he's gonna last long enough for a training potty to get in there anyways." taping on the control panel, Katsuki went from staring down at the floor, sweat dripping at his face to looking at them and his cheeks flushed red. he held up one mitten covered hand and waved it, trying to get them to look away but daddy spoke up. "oh look little guy! you have visitors! Hello warden, How are you today?" Daddy asked.

Katsuki whined and started to cry. between the cramps and the utter humiliation of being seen like this he lost any sense of bravo and turned away from the pair watching him, trying to find somewhere to hide before he well, disgraced himself. "I'm fine Daddy. You've made a mistake though daddy, This isn't a inmate of the prison." Katsuki whimpered, massive diaper butt wiggling as he tried to crawl under the crib in the nursery and hearing Deku snort and start to laugh before coughing. "Oh, I guess the little guy was right. It doesn't matter though, per regulation 3467 he's been sentenced to two months of baby rehabilitation warden. the DA has already approved and made it final." Daddy said. "Of course you can start a appeal but that will take 3-5 business days and my little guy here is about to make presents." "wait, how can it get approved if they don't even know who he is?" Deku asked. "I sent a picture of the big baby to be to the DA's office and they handled the rest." Daddy said cheerfully. "..Man I know he pissed off some of the DA last month when they tried to give him a lecture but.." Deku said and rubbed the back of his head. "oh so he's just a ray of sunshine for everyone huh?" any further conversation was drowned out as hearing how he might actually be stuck in baby land for two whole fucking months, Katsuki lost the battle of will's and the back of his massive diaper started to fill up. a little meter even appears as the mushy mess poured out of him, going from 'clean' to 'oppise poopise' in a matter of seconds and heading for 'whoa, stinky' at a alarming pace. "awwww see? I knew my little guy was backed up! Oh! Receiving data from the DA...Update file...There's my good little Katsuki! who's a good super pooper? and such a silly baby, trying to hide!" Daddy coo'ed and then two arms came out and dragged him out from his half way hidden spot under the crib. a rocking horse was moved over as Katsuki was picked up in the air and he shook his head no over and over, but was planted with a SQUISH anyways. "Ride'em cowboy!" Daddy encouraged and Katsuki lost it and was full on bawling, even as he was forced to rock back and forth.

One week later and Katsuki had semi gotten used to his new daily routine. it didn't mean he liked having to wear and use diapers or the stupid fucking baby food or formula..but after 3 days of being gagged except for when eating he'd learned to keep his opinions to himself. he was just a baby in daddy's eyes after all as he was reminded. He got used to the squishy warm wetness that came with a wet diaper though still bawled like..well a baby every time he pooped though he made a honest to god effort to load his diapers at least twice a day to avoid anther enema. Making things so much worse for poor Katsuki was the fact that somehow it'd gotten leaked where he was, though both the warden and Deku claimed it wasn't either of them, and as such other students from the school LOVED to come back and watch Katsuki in his baby punishment. Katsuki didn't even think they should of been able to get in but the bastard warden was handing out passes like candy on Halloween night. Still, Deku had promised he'd follow up on getting Katsuki's appeal put though and get him out, and he should be getting out either today or the next. Or so he thought till a sheepish and squirming Deku visited him. "Ummm.. Sooo I have some bad news." he said. "..Don't tell me they rejected the appeal!?!" Katsuki whimpered and whined. "Uh..yeah..see..It's a little bit worse then that. After reviewing the footage and all the facts..the judge decided that you not only deserve the two months in here..he..might a added 3 month on top." "WHAT!?! But..But..I..But.." Katsuki whimpered, plopping on his diapered behind and picking up a nearby stuffie, cuddling it. "T-That's..thats not fair!" "W-well he says as a hero in training..you need to be held to a higher standard..and thanked me for pushing so much on the appeal, he wouldn't of thought of it otherwise..soooo..uh..Sorry?" Deku squeaked out. "Your sorry? Your SORRY!? I'm the one who's gonna be crapping his pants for almost half a year and YOUR sorry!?!" Katsuki growled. "Little man.." Daddy warned. "uh..Katsuki..you might wan-" Deku started but Katsuki tossed the stuffie at the wall. "know what? FUCK IT! If I'm gonna be here and get a stupid diaper punishment I might as well fucking earn it. fuck YOU! fuck DADDY, and fu-" was as far as he got before the gag was popped back in. "I'm sorry Deku, somebody is cranky and need a little time out. please come back later." Daddy said. Not wanting to watch whatever punishment the blond was about to get, Deku nodded and walked away, wondering if he maybe should of mentioned that every time daddy was forced to punish Katsuki, the blond would get a week added. 'Nah..I'll just mention it to him tomorrow when I visit.'

the end?

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REQUESTED: “a secret within a secret” [ateez: seonghwa ft woosan]

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genre: SMUT

ficstyle: bulletpoints + series  [PART 1] [PART 2] [SPECIAL]

request: “ ARE YOU GONNA MAKE A PART THREE FOR THAT WOOSAN SMUT it’s ok if u don’t im just curious but wHEN I TELL YOU I LITERALLY C A C K L E D SO FUCKING LOUD BECAUSE I WAS NOT EXPECTING THE END LMFAOOOOO I WAS LIKE WHAT THE FUCKKKKK FJDJSBAJDNKSKAKS i was so surprised but it was so good !!! i rly rly enjoy that fic, i wasnt expecting a part two hhhdhdb “

note: THIS IS ALL A WORK OF FICTION AND ISN’T MEANT TO BE PORTRAYED IN ANY OTHER WAY + THIS WAS HIGHLY REQUESTED SO I THOUGHT I WOULD INCLUDE IT AS A SPECIAL + I’ll try to get to the requests in my inbox as soon as I can more ideas for them!!! 

you didn’t know how to enter into your classroom the next day 

was it because you couldn’t look at your teacher’s desk knowing what you did San and Wooyoung?

or was it because your young and hot teacher found out that you were fucking with other guys on HIS desk?

all of the above; would be the right answer 

you were usually the first one in class but you couldn’t be alone in the same room with your teacher after what he told you yesterday 

you stood outside the classroom waiting for more of your classmates to walk into class before entering 

San and Wooyoung cocked a smile when they saw you

“hey there, kitten”

“hey there, baby girl”

they both said at the same time, causing them to look at one another 

“kitten fits her better!”

“Y/N told me that she likes baby girl better than kitten!”

they started to yell; causing everyone to look outside to where you were, including your teacher, Mr. Seonghwa Park

you tried to quiet them down before your teacher could step outside your classroom

Mr. Park placed his hands on their shoulders, “I’m sure you don’t want the whole school knowing what you call Ms. Y/N, right? you should get to your class on time~”

the boys rubbed the back of their necks in embarrassment

San pinches your cheek before leaving, “see you after school~”

Wooyoung had to 1-UP San so he pecked you on the cheek before dragging San by the arm

“polyamory relationship, Ms. Y/N? you don’t strike me as the type..” your teacher speaks softly only for you to hear as he shoos your classmates back into class 

“I’m not in a relationship...” you murmured; it was said out loud but you weren’t expecting your teacher to be so interested in your love life

Mr. Park turns to cock a brow at you, “interesting..”

and with that, he started class and you had to push any unnecessary thoughts aside to focus on school 

every time that your mind was clear from all distractions, you would catch your teacher staring at you

you nervously look away when he would lick his lips as he kept eye contact with you; he’d pull out his chapstick so other students wouldn’t suspect any reason for him to constantly lick or bite his lips other than having “dry, irritated” lips 

it was like you were ready for that bell to ring for lunch; the moment you heard it you tried to bolt out of your seat and out the door

“Ms. Y/N, please come meet me in my office please,” Mr. Park announced 

you furrowed your brows as you sighed in compliance 

Mr. Park’s office was on the third floor at the end of the hall

you had 60 minutes of lunch; it took less than 2 minutes to get there 

you felt chills sent down your spine as you heard your teacher lock the door behind him

his room was dim from the curtains that shield the place from the light outside; it was fairly organized

“so, Ms. Y/N, what will you do for me?” he asked as he grazed his hands on his desk 

“I-I’m not sure what you mean, Mr. Park..” you lied

your teacher waves his phone in your face, “you know exactly what I mean..”

you tried to take it from him but he raises his phone over his head, way to high for you to reach without getting on the table 

“we shouldn’t even be doing this.. you’re my teacher...” you couldn’t hold eye contact with your teacher 

true; it was extremely good-looking and you weren’t the only one who had secret fantasies with him 

but he was a well-respected teacher; one of the youngest teachers in the country; he was at most only a couple years older than you 

he leans forward so that he’s face to face with you, “so are you saying that you’d be okay with it if you weren’t my student?” 

...

you couldn’t help but keep silent 

“I guess I’ll just turn it in to the board then..” he shoves his phone in his pocket before walking to the door 

you grabbed onto his sleeve with teary eyes, you were scared, “please don’t..”

Mr. Park sighed before turning to you, “maybe I’m just being selfish.. I grew up too fast, excelled in academics without living through school for the experiences.. so when I saw those heartbreaking troublemakers take you away from me, I just got jealous....”

you couldn’t believe what you just heard, “take me away from you?”

your teacher kept his eyes on you as he cleared his throat, “I’ve always noticed you..I was the one to notice you first.. but you always saw me as a teacher and only a teacher..and you know..”

he closes in the distance between you and the wall behind you, “I’m not that much older than you.. and if any of this really bothered you, you would’ve made a scene against me..”

he tips your chin up to look at him, “can I show you how much I’ve wanted to be with you?”

you didn’t know what to say or do; you started to tremble with confusing fear

“I never want to make you uncomfortable, I just let my jealously cloud my-” you interrupted him by pulling his lips onto yours by his tie 

he was quick to return the action by pushing his tongue into your mouth 

neither of you frantically wrestled to take off any clothes that were in the way 

your teacher peppered a constellations of kisses from your lips down to your faint love marks from Wooyoung as he took the time to unbutton your uniform

“M-Mr. Park-”

“Seonghwa,” he said, returning his lips onto yours, “call me Seonghwa..”

“Seonghwa,” you mewled, “ we don’t have a lot of time-”

Seonghwa smirks at what you were trying to get at, “I bet I can finished what I started.. if not, I still have all the time in the world after school~”

he picks you up and places you, back flat, onto his desk

he pushes you skirt up, leans into your pulsing heat

at this point you were impatient for any attention for pleasure, you were sure that he was going to rip off your panties and dive his tongue right into your pussy 

but he catches you by surprise

you could see his bare his teeth to nip your panties

you could hear him take a big whiff of your essence as he pulls off your panties, by the teeth 

he lets the panties fall from his mouth and shoves it into your mouth 

“you’re gonna have to try to be quiet if you don’t wanna get caught,” he leans in next to your ear; not taking the time to warn you that he’s going to shove his fingers into you at a rapid pace

your sounds were kept to a muffle because of your makeshift gag

your hands held onto his wrist to at least slow him down, but he wouldn’t budge by your touch 

his fingers were scissoring into you as he uses his thumb to apply pressure to your clit 

the moment Seonghwa catches you throw your head back and clench around his fingers, he pulled away

you started to tear up from the dissatisfaction of not being able to cum 

Seonghwa licks your tears off of your face, “you’ll get there, I promise you..”

he looks up at the clock, “I got more than enough time to get you there..” he sucks on his fingers that were covered with your wetness, “okay?”

you nodded, but you were still impatient, so you pulled him into you by wrapping your legs around his waist 

Seonghwa unbuckles his belt and leans forward to tighten it around your wrist, “I know how much you love to act like you’re in control, but that’s not what I’m gonna let you do today. you’ve been quiet a tease, kitten.. or should I call you baby girl?”

you shivered at your pet names as Seonghwa pulled out his cock

if it weren’t for your gag, your drool would’ve been escaping the corner of your mouth 

it was a heavenly combination of San AND Wooyoung’s cock combined; long, thick and veiny 

you could feel your eyes roll back as he pushed his way into you 

“I should call you a slut for all those guys that you used for pleasure, huh?” he grunted as he gained speed, filling the room with repetitive, lewd sounds   

Seonghwa didn’t give you time adjust as he began rut in and outside of you 

he didn’t even falter when you began to clench around him

it caused to you cum before he did; your body shook as waves of orgasm hit you and rippled through every nerve of your body 

but Seonghwa didn’t stop, causing you to wring by overstimulation 

he saw that, he truly didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, so he leans into the crevice of your neck as he continued to jackhammer into you

“ju-just hang in there.. I’m almost-” as if he couldn’t go fast and harder, hitting your g-spot every. single. time, he went past that point you thought was his limit 

you clenched around him once again; felt him bring you over to another round of cumming 

Seonghwa pulls your panties from your mouth and latching his lips onto you, “you’re so perfect, princess.. you’re everything a man ever needs-”

you tear up from cumming quickly for the second time

Seonghwa was so distracted by pumping his overflowing cum into you to realized that until he opened his eyes 

he slows down his heavy breath as he rides out his orgasm; smirking as he sees the damage he’s done on you, “you want to tell me, princess, could San or Wooyoung satisfy you like I do?”

you bit your lower, swollen lip as you shook your head, no

“so,” he pulls you up so that you’re sitting upright; he’s still inside of you, “what do you want?” 

you drew small circles on his chest, not being able to look up at him, “I don’t know..”

Seonghwa scoffs

“how about this,” he pulls out of you and walks to the drawers of his desk, pulls out a pair of panties, “you wear this, since your other ones are completely soaked, and tell me what you want after school, in the classroom?”

you compliantly put it on; you felt like there was something different about the panties but you didn’t think about it 

Seonghwa helps tidy you up; making you look like the perfect student everyone thought you were 

“I’ll see you in class, Ms. Y/N..”

and you were right

the moment Seonghwa returned back to the classroom after lunch, you felt volts of vibrations coming from your panties

you had to lean on one side of your chair to keep it from vibrating against the chair 

Seonghwa had his left hand in his pocket for the whole duration of class; fluctuating the levels between low and high, keeping deprived of a release 

you would look up at him with desperate, teary eyes but he wouldn’t even take a glance at you 

you looked up at the clock and cursed under your breath, “you’ve got to be kidding me..”

somehow you managed to pull through to the end of the day without getting any sort of release      

“see you later, Y/N! hope you feel better!” your classmates waved good-bye as they knew they had to leave you to do classroom duties 

that was when the vibrations stopped; you were finally able to catch your breath 

“kitten~ did Seonghwa-hyung play with you too roughly?”

your eyes widened, you knew that voice 

you looked up to see Wooyoung sit in the seat right in front of you, “I knew I chose the right toy to use on her, Seonghwa-hyung..”

you shook from fear as you looked up at Seonghwa, “wh-what’s going on?”

Seonghwa tosses the remote to San, who turned it up the a relatively high level, “Seonghwa-hyung caught us fucking you on his table over there and got jealous~”

“and so we told him that, we’ll share you..” Wooyoung wipes the drool coming from your lips

“even though I saw you first,” Seonghwa announced as he wrapped his arm around you 

“okay but we fucked her first!” Wooyoung snapped back

“w-wait ho-how did you all-”

San turns up the level up to the highest setting, as he smirks at Wooyoung and Seonghwa

“you wouldn’t know this but.. we’re all brothers,” Wooyoung’s lips traces over yours

“we’re okay with sharing you, but are you alright with being with all three of us, kitten?” San holds you hand and starts to kiss each and every finger

Wooyoung pulls away to glare at San, “she likes baby girl!”

Seonghwa furrows his brows at the younger kids, “she’s a princess and that’s that!”

you were irritated that all of their attention wasn’t on pleasuring you 

you pouted as you spoke up, “you guys talk too much...”

they took that as a cue that you were willing to be shared as long as you were satisfied

End.

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[chimilkie]

highest of highs

pairing; jeongguk x reader

genre; angst + fluff

summary; after he almost kills your ass after you leave work over a piece of chicken, you decide taking him home is a good idea.

warnings; strong language ?? does there need to be a warning for that?? aggressive, like rlly aggressive guk in the beginning

an:// fuckkkkk this gif ;)) also, i feel like it’s safe to point out that sometimes i spell his name jungkook and sometimes i spell it jeongguk,, i haven’t decided which one i like best yet (and probably never will, considering i’m already three years into this bangtan shithole :0 )

life wasn’t the best for you at the moment. but really was it ever good for anyone? you had began college a mere two years ago and were currently diving in a pool of debts on your apartment and your insurance. you had classes in the mornings, were working through the afternoon and then into the nights, and you spent most of the hours after midnight working on all the ridiculous assignments that needed to be completed even though they had nothing to do with your major. sleep was a rare case, but it was helpful when you finally managed to get some.

work hadn't been kind to you today, with angry customers yelling at you over a mistake the chef had made and drinks "accidentally" being spilled on you more than a few times by the one coworker who seemed to hate you more than anything. you just wanted to get home and maybe make yourself a quick meal of cup noodles before falling asleep.

it wasn’t till another ten minutes later that you realized you didn’t HAVE cup noodles at the apartment. or anything else for that matter. with that thought in mind and a roll of your eyes, you turned around and made your way back towards the market a few blocks down.

you didn’t have much money to spend, as your last paycheck went towards rent and the water bill. the market was practically empty when you made it there and the doors were held open with shopping carts, letting the winter air sweep into the front of the building.

you quickly made your way to the produce in the back and grabbed the freshest looking chicken you saw. you ushered out of the building after paying for your meal, not even bothering with small talk as the women at the cash register didn’t seem all that interested either.

you wrapped the bag around your wrist, stuffing your hands into your coat pockets to prevent yourself from getting frostbite and practically dying at the thought of the 15 minute walk ahead of you.

there was a rather large crack in the sidewalk ahead of you so you cut around it, resulting in you walking closer to a dark alley than you would have originally wanted. the closer your feet came to the edge of the large shadow, the more weary you began to feel.

and the sudden bone-chilling growl that echoed into the cold night didn’t necessarily help. you froze, turning to stare into the darkness with eyes as wide as saucers. you frowned, beginning to shuffle backwards before something lunged out and grabbed you roughly, slamming you back against the wall of the alley. you yelped as your head hit the brick and you instinctively raised your hands to push against the strangers chest. your eyes quickly adjusted and you were immediately able to make out the floppy black dog ears atop his head.

"p-please, i didn’t mean to intrude... i was just trying to-" you managed to stutter out before he growled and his gaze shifted quickly down to your dinner around your wrist. he immediately went to grab it from you but you snatched it back towards yourself and lifted your hands once more to his shoulders to try and shove him away. you managed to shove him back a few feet so that you could stumble back into the light on the sidewalk.

he glared at you, not daring to step out from the alley where you could potentially scream to gain the attention of a nearby hybrid catcher, who would probably illegally sell him to a rich man who would only want the dog for his body. you began to walk back preparing to turn and run when you took a good look at the boy in front of you. he looked quite strong, but he obviously hadn't eaten in awhile.

he huffed and seemed to visibly give up, turning away from you and beginning to walk back deeper into the alley. you frowned before scurrying a little closer and placing the bag of chicken on the ground. he stopped, turning to you with a glare before it slightly softened when he saw the chicken being offered to him. you didn't wait to see if he'd take it, you just turned to jog in the opposite direction.

when you finally made it back home, you slammed the door shut behind you before leaning back against it and holding your hand to your chest. you no longer had a dinner, but you were more focused on the fact that a hybrid almost just ripped your throat out over a bag of goddamn chicken.

the next day work and classes went by quicker than they ever had before. you could barely focus on anything other than the stray you had come across the night before. how long had he been there? had he eaten the chicken you left for him? you frowned, shaking your head to think about things that actually needed to get done the next few days.

you didn’t get paid till after the weekend and you were already running way too low on money. your friendly coworker was nice enough to give you a ride how after both of your shifts ended considering it had started to snow heavily. "thank you wooyoung." you smiled him, wrapping him in a quick hug before shutting the car door and jogging up the front steps of your apartment building. you turned to him and waved after scanning your keycard, before turning and making your way through the lobby. you smiled politely at the young security guard and he grinned back.

"evening miss y/n. i’m hoping you had a ride here? it’s getting pretty bad out there." he commented tossing you one of the lollipops from the glass bowl on the front desk.

"ah, yes. wooyoung-ah was kind enough to drive me here from work." you caught the pop and pocketed it.

he nodded. "very well, then. have a good night miss."

you laughed softly and threw up your hand in a quick wave. "you as well, jiwon-oppa."

once you had changed into some cute christmas pajama pants, you microwaved yourself some quick cup noodles that you had found in the back of your cabinet. while you waited for it to heat up you moved towards your small living room. you gripped the red fabric of your curtains before tugging them open and physically feeling your heart drop.

it was practically a blizzard out there in only a matter of minutes and the first thing your mind went to was the hybrid from the night before. was he still out in this? you didn’t stand there any longer to think about it. you turned, slipping on the slippers next to your couch and grabbing the coat from the rack next to you door.

you yanked it over your shoulders and bolted down the stairs, not even bothering to wait for the elevator to reach your floor. once you reached the ground floor, you shoved the staircase door open and ran across the lobby. "miss y/n! where are you going?" you heard jiwon yell out from behind you. you turned to face the young man after reaching the front door.

"i’ll be back soon jiwon-oppa! i just have to run a quick errand!" you called, not waiting for the reply before pushing the door open and racing towards the alleyway where you had the altercation with the hybrid the night before.

you hadn't realized how truly cold it was outside until you were running down the inches of snow on the sidewalk in only your bunny slippers - which had turned out to be a horrible idea now that your feet were already freezing and wet.

you had made it to the alleyway in no time sliding to a stop in front of the entrance. you didn’t waste any time, as you knew the longer you stayed out here with barely enough layers on the sicker you would end up. "hello?" you called, tentatively stepping into the darkness. you glanced around a dumpster that was blocking most of the alley only to see nothing behind it.

you were on the verge of turning and quickly making your way back home when you heard something crash and fall farther down the alley. you froze, before slipping around the dumpster and making your way towards a bunch of garbage cans pushed together to make a wall of some sorts. you moved around the cans and stilled when you noticed the hybrid curled into a ball and leaning back against the brick wall.

his eyes locked with yours and a loud growl left his lips. he stood, leaving the safety of the cans and stalking towards you. the closer he got, the more he came into focus. his cheeks and nose were stained a flushed pink and there was snow piling up on his dark black hair.

he grabbed your forearm and shoved you back against the stack of cardboard. another growl left his throat and his glare hardened. "what the hell are you doing here?" he demanded baring what looked like bunny teeth with two sharp canines shining threateningly.

"i-" you got choked up, eyes flicking around the alley trying to find words to say. what had you planned to do? take him home with you? what would you even do then? you didn’t know how to care for a hybrid, much less one who literally wanted to rip your throat out the first chance he got. "it’s really cold out here. and i-it’s snowing really bad. and i was home and thought about you i guess... and i wanted to know if you were still out here i guess."

he scoffed and snapped his jaw at you in defense. "well i’m still out here, girl. you can head home now."

you shook your head and stood you ground. you tried to push him back but failed, only resulting in him tilting his head at you as if requesting you to challenge him. "no, i... i want you to come with me."

he barked out a humorless laugh and threw his head back. "i’m sorry?"

you clenched your hands into fists, and tried to ignore how cold your feet and ankles were. "you can’t stay out here on your own, you need to be inside during the storm. at least take my bed for the night and i’ll take couch. i can’t let you freeze out here, which won’t take long considering what you’re wearing."

the hybrid only had on a pair of black hospital sweatpants and a wet hoodie that he must've stolen from a street shop. he rolled his eyes and turned away from you with a chuckle. "go home, human. i don’t need help from your kind. get out of here before i realize how hungry i am and rip your goddamn throat out."

you stopped, debating your options here. you could continue to pester him and possibly risk him murdering you or you could leave and have him weighing on your conscious. "no!" you cried, you stomped forward and grabbing his shoulder attempting to yank him to fake you. "please. please come with me, you’re going to get hypothermia and that’s if pneumonia and frostbite don’t get to you first. you’re going to freeze just come with me." you begged, grabbing his hand with the one that wasn’t holding his forearm.

he glared, his eyes remaining hard as he eyed you up and down. "you try to turn me in, you call any authority, and you won’t live to tell them about me."

you nodded, releasing a shaky sigh before pulling him behind you. "okay, i won’t. i promise. but come on please, my toes feel like they’re about to fall off."

it took you awhile to get there, trying to navigate your way through the literal snowstorm you were stuck in and also trying to keep more snow for compacting into your slippers. you pushed the door to the lobby open, pulling the hybrid in behind you.

"y/n, thank god i was so worried-" jiwon began but then froze when he saw the growling boy behind you. the man wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into him tightly keeping his hard eyes on the security guard. "uh... you want to... explain?"

"um..." you faked a yawn, throwing your arms in the air dramatically before grabbing the hybrid's wrist and pulling him after you. "i would love to but i am just SO tired and i’ll have to get back to you on that." you rushed to slip you and the young man into the elevator before hurriedly pressing the seven button repeatedly.

you let out a breath of relief and leaned back against the wall as you watched the numbers tick up as you passed certain floors. you led him out once the doors opened and made your way to the front door of your apartment, slipping your keycard into the slot next to the handle.

once you opened the front door, you were smacked in the face with the hot air from your heater. you listened to the hybrid behind you let out a long breath of relief. "okay, um. i’ll get you a towel and show you to the bathroom so you can shower if you want. you like cup noodles right?" you rushed out, turning to face him once you locked your door and slipped off your slippers and coat.

he glared and backed up once he realized how close you both were. "i’ve never had them." he huffed out.

"oh... well while you take a shower i’ll heat some up for you and set up my bed." you turned to the hallway closet to get a towel for him when you heard him grunt.

"i’ll take the couch."

"no. no, no, no, no, no." you shook your head not even bothering to face him. "i’m not letting you take the couch. besides, i rather like to sleep on the couch. that way i can fall asleep to the television."

he didn’t say anything else after that and you were rather happy about that. after you showed him how to work the shower and what products were for what, you made your way to the kitchen to reheat the noodles for him. it wasn’t long before he made his way into the kitchen with only a towel around his waist. you squeaked when you noticed, quickly rushing out of the kitchen.

"eat those noodles!" you called over your shoulder. "i’ll get you something to wear while you do."

you rushed into your room, looking for the clothes that your best friend's hybrid had left here the last time he slept over. you were glad namjoon had decided to leave a pair of sweats and a shirt - as you were sure the man in your kitchen wouldn’t enjoy joon's usual matching silk pajamas that seokjin insisted on spoiling him with.

rushing back to the kitchen, you watched as he shoveled down the last of the noodles with a content sigh. "hey." he jumped slightly and whipped around to face you, his usual glare settling on his face. "sorry, uhm, here i found you some stuff to wear."

he stood and made his way to you. he leaned down, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck and rubbing gently. he pulled back after a few seconds and grabbed the clothes from your hands before turning towards the direction of your bathroom to change into the set of clothes.

once the bathroom door closed, you rushed to your phone at the counter and quickly dialed seokjin's number.

"hello?" a groggy voice broke through. namjoon.

"hey, joonie! is jin there?" you asked, clutching the phone with both hands.

"not yet, he got snowed into the studio with hobi and yoongi-hyung." he answered. "what did you need?"

"um... well, hypothetically, let’s say a hybrid presses it’s nose to your neck and like rubs? i guess? what does... what does that mean?" you questioned, shuffling your socked feet back and forth against the tiled floor.

namjoon chuckled mischievously on the other side of the line. "it’s called scenting, y/n. it’s like claiming something as yours without voicing it."

"o-oh." you blushed before hearing the bathroom door open. "i have to go, goodnight joonie!"

"have fun!" you faintly heard him cry before you hung up.

"who was that?" you heard him snap roughly from behind you.

you jumped and shrieked before whipping around to face him with a hand on your chest. "oh my god, you scared me. it was my friend, joon. the hybrid that those pajamas belong to. i was asking him if seokjin had arrived home yet."

he nodded before dumping the broth from the noodles into the sink and throwing the empty cup into the trash can. "what's... what’s your name?" you asked him quietly, looking down at your fingers. when he didn’t reply for a good minute you spoke again. "mine is y/n."

it was silent for another few moments before he began to walk down the hall again. "jeongguk." he called quietly over his shoulder before walking into your bedroom and closing the door.

you grinned to yourself. "jeongguk." you repeated just to see how it would roll off your tongue.

the next morning you woke on the couch with the television still on and the curtains pulled closed. you stood up with a yawn while stretching your arms above your head in a stretch. you reached out and shut the tv off before pulling the curtains open with a quick yank. the sky was dark with grey clouds yet the world was covered in a beautiful blanket of snow.

"your bed is really comfortable." you jumped and whipped around to face the young man leaning against the frame of the kitchen doorway.

you smiled and clasped your hands together awkwardly in front of you. "thanks, i guess."

"i’ll be out in a little bit. just let me change into my clothes and i’ll head out." he announced before turning away from you.

"wait." you blanked, rushing forward to grab his hand once more. "where will you stay?"

he shrugged. "i don’t know. but it’s not snowing anymore, i should be fine."

"stay here." you immediately suggested. you told yourself it was because you couldn’t let it weigh on you that you just let him leave. but you were lonely. and you liked him, and wanted to break through his shell and get to know what he was really like. "jeongguk, please."

"why are you begging me? i don’t need your help and i don’t need to be owned by some chick with a hybrid kink." he growled ripping his hand from your grip and walking hurriedly towards your room.

"what? no!" you cried in frustration and threw your hands up in annoyance. "jeongguk, listen. i’m begging because you can’t live out there. if you don’t freeze, you’ll starve. and if you don’t freeze or starve, you’ll be caught and sold. i wouldn’t own you, we'd be equals. this would be your house just as much as it is mine. you’d be free to do as you wanted, just without the threat of everything outdoors."

"deciding when i eat?" he confirmed, raising an eyebrow at you.

"deciding when you eat."

"deciding when i shower?"

"deciding when you shower."

"deciding what i wear around the house?" he smirked, reaching for the hem of his shirt to begin to pull it upwards.

"oh my god!" you rushed to grab the hem of the shirt and hold it down. "within reason, of course!"

he raised his eyebrows before nodding and turning. "okay well, i get the bed."

"what?" you cried, not ready to permanently give up your bed for the couch.

he suddenly turned around once more and walked towards you in a few long strides. "unless, of course..." he leaned in, pressing his nose to your neck once more and gently rubbing. "you want to share the bed with me."

"w-what are you doing?" you stuttered out, face pink with the blush fighting to stain your cheeks.

"nothing." he pulled back suddenly with a smirk, canines poking out from behind his lips. "just making a suggestion."

weeks passed on like that. you took the couch, not wanting to push your boundaries and actually sleep in your own bed with the hybrid that threatened multiple times to end your life. eventually, he opened up to you more.

he no longer growled when you sat next to him on the couch unannounced and he wasn’t jumpy anymore. you could even go as far to say that you both trusted each other quite a lot. one afternoon you walked into your room to see him curled up under your blanket with your phone clutched in his hand. "gukkie?"

"hmm?" he hummed as you laid down next to him, on top of the covers.

"what breed of dog are you?"

"rottweiler." your mouth dropped in realization. now you understood the broad shoulders and how he was still strong when you first met him despite being starved almost half to death.

you nodded and rested your head back against your pillow, curling your legs upwards and getting comfortable. classes had been cancelled thanks to yet another snow storm, but you still had work that night. "gukkie, can you set an alarm for 4 so i wake up when it’s time for work?"

"course." you heard him mumble before he fumbled with your phone so more. you didn’t try to listen much more after that, you just closed your eyes and let sleep slowly overtake you once more.

when you woke up again it was dark and way later than 4 o'clock. your phone was on the night stand, lighting up repeatedly and letting out multiple dings at a time.

you went to sit up and check it, only to realize you couldn’t move. jeongguk was now laying on top of the covers as well but on his back. one arm was thrown over you as if to hold you down and the other one who bent up and tucked under his head.

you frowned, before grabbing his wrist and lifting the arm off of your body. you rushed to grab the phone only to realize it was 7 at night and you had multiple texts from wooyoung and a single voicemail from your boss.

you listened to the voicemail before anything else only to feel your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. you were fired. this couldn’t be happening.

"oh my god." you mumbled, standing and rushing out of the room.

you rushed to dial yoongi's number, hoping he hadn't muted it during his studio session. much to your surprise, he answered on the third ring. "what’s up, y/n?"

"yoongi." you cried into the speaker, already feeling the first few tears leaking down your face.

"what’s wrong princess?" he demanded, seeming much more alert to the situation now.

"i-i fell asleep earlier, me and jeongguk both overslept and i missed work. and my boss called and said my work hasn't been satisfactory lately and that it was unacceptable to skip work without calling out. a-and i don’t know what to do yoongi-oppa! i couldn't even pay bills with the job, what am i going to do now?" you sobbed, covering your mouth with the palm of your hand so you wouldn’t wake gukkie in the room over.

"calm down babe, it’s alright. we'll figure things out. maybe you can help out at hobi and jiminie's dance studio. maybe eve seokjin-hyung can get you a job at his office. we'll figure it out y/n." his soothing voice filled your ears and you nodded, attempting to wipe the endless stream of tears from your cheeks.

"i’m sorry, i’m sorry i panicked. i just don’t know what to do and this is just so overwhelming."

"i know, but it’s okay. you know the boys and i will help if it goes too downhill. and taehyung will always be happy to take jeongguk off your hands until everything is better." you whined slightly at the idea of letting taehyung and jimin take jeongguk from you while you attempted to stand back on your own two feet. "yeah, i know. let’s not separate you two, yeah?"

"yeah." you laughed softly, brightening up a little at the thought of the hybrid currently sleeping in your room.

"i’ll talk to seokjin-hyung and taehyung in the morning, okay? for now, why don't you and guk get some sleep okay?"

"okay. love you yoongi." you whispered.

"love you too, kid. talk to you soon." and with that, you both hung up. you weren’t alone for long however, within moments jeongguk's arms were wrapped around your waist to hold you back against him.

"i’m sorry." he mumbled, rubbing his nose gently against your neck. "i fell asleep before i could set the alarm. i didn’t mean to."

you leaned back into him and tilted your head to the side to allow him to continue to scent you. "it’s okay, gukkie. you didn’t mean to."

he turned you around quickly so that you were still pressed against him. he frowned as he scanned your face for any anger or disappointment. his eyes landed on your lips, and they didn’t move after that. "can i... can i kiss you?" he whispered finally flicking his gaze up to meet yours.

"yeah..." you nodded, grabbing the sides of his neck to pull him down to meet you. his lips were soft against yours and you let out a soft sigh as you felt his arms wrap tightly around your waist.

when you pulled back his eyes had glazed over and he was looking at you in a kind of daze. "thank you. for taking me in that night, i mean. and for letting me stay now."

you rolled your eyes and grinned up at him. "thanks for threatening to rip out my throat, tough guy."

he scoffed before lowering his nose to your neck once more and continuing to scent you once more.

"what’s the point of that anyway?" you knew, of course you knew. but you wanted to hear him admit that he had been doing it since the very beginning.

he smiled against the skin of your neck, leaning closer to press a few kisses around the area where he always scents you. "i’m scenting you. it’s like claiming something."

"you’re claiming me?" you asked, not really expecting him to have been that blunt about it.

"of course. how else do i make sure jimin and hoseok know to back off?" he muttered with a roll of his eyes.

"jimin's mated!" you laughed, holding on to his shoulders for good effect. "so is hoseok!"

"really?" he questioned with a confused tilt of his head. "to who?"

"jiminie and taehyungie have been mated since taehyung parents adopted jimin when they were 16. and yoongi and hoseok mated around two years ago when yoongi saved hobi from a fighting ring." you tilted your head at him, with a small smile.

"oh... i didn’t know they already had mates." he admitted sheepishly.

you giggled, shoving his shoulder lightly before turning to walk down the hall towards your room. "let’s go to bed. tomorrow i have to figure out what to do about the job situation."

he followed after you, seemingly deep in thought. "you know... i want you to be my mate."

you practically choked on your own tongue, turning to face him almost as soon as he said it. "really?"

he nodded and shot you a shy smile before walking around the bed towards the right side. he lifted the covers and slipped underneath, patting the spot next to him. "you coming?"

you grinned and flipped the switch to shut the lights off before making your way to the bed. you slipped underneath the heavy covers and immediately scooted as close to the man as possible. "we'll figure it all out in the morning, i promise." he mumbled into your hair.

you nodded and intertwined your fingers with his. you reached up gently played with one of his floppy ears. you ignored the way he smiled up at you and continued running your fingers through his hair. "okay, sleep well gukkie."

he chuckled and rubbed his thumb against your own before lifting your hand to his lips so that he could press a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "you too babydoll."

[disaster-j]

HOW ARE WE FEELING oh my fucking god. This was like. An amazing episode holy fuckkkkk. First we got like pangwave sharing earphones and :((((( wave is legit the best like OMG WE ARE PRISONERS ARE U NOT ALLOWING ME TO PEE WTF i hated punn for the first part and then now i love him wtf??????? and claire doesnt like him anymore oh no punn is probably going to cry and also everyone leaving pang was heartbreaking as always and i SCREAMED when chanon came ALSO CHANON DROVE THEM TO POM U KNOW [1/?]

WHAT THAT MEANSSSSS but then pom and supot are fucking cowards i hate them i hate them everything was going so well oh and im so glad that pang didnt mind control holy shit!!!!! Ik im scrambling all over holy hell omg i still dk what happened w the ministry and shit and also yeah wtf was that egg ad again what. Also i love time grace and third a lot!!!!!! And i think that was all ok wow i cant

afagahsvhwhs im sorry I took a whole week to reply😭 I didnt mean to ignore you I swear! When I saw the ask I was still processing so I thought I'd answer it later except then I just forgot like I forget everything not directly in front of me😔 Sorry!!!!

So, by now you'll likely have watched the new episode but know that I haven't and probably won't tonight cause I have some stuff to do rn. So imma just talk about what I thought was going on this past week and you can tell me if I'm right?

1. WE ARE FEELING TIRED AND MAD while the writing on this show is amazing, being a Punn stan is HARD rn my child is hurting and no one cares enough to do anything about it😭

2. Goddam the pangwave in that episode was so amazing! That earphone scene agsyhshw if that's not a sign they're endgame then WHAT ISSSS!?!? Also, yes, Wave is so incredible this season every scene with him is a blessing.

3. I ca totally understand not liking Punn rn. I feel that way about Mon what with her constantly ignoring the fact that Korn tried to mass murder a bunch of children and only caring about him and his wellbeing and nothing else but yeah Punn! I don't like him siding with the ministry any more than the next person but I can understand why he did it. Rn he's feeling betrayed and is isolating himself. He's at his most vulnerable and Darin has been using it as an opportunity to manipulate him into doing her bidding. We've seen how she's been using her relationship with his family to get him to trust her since she showed up and bc of Korn's betrayal she was finally able to accomplish that. Punn is only siding with her bc he wants things to be better and he doesn't want to be at war anymore. He's a kid, that's a perfectly valid thing to want. But ultimately, it's not his choice. They're at war either way and he chose the side he thought would do the most good, not realising that neither side outweighs the other in terms of evil shit they're willing to pull. So yeah, I love him and as always I am hella worried for my boy.

4. It sucked so much seeing everyone leave Pang but I can't say I didn't see it coming. He'd lost their trust a while ago and so far he hasn't done anything that would help get it back. Even Wave has his reservations about Pang right now, despite him being the only one to stick around I don't think he fully trust Pang like he used to. Not to say he thinks Pang is using him or doing something bad, but just that he doesn't quite believe in Pang's leadership the way he used to. At least that's what I've gotten so far.

5. CHANON! AND! POM! How dare they bring those two so close and yet not let them meet wtf is up with that!?!? There's some big reveal coming for Chanon x Pom I just know it. I swear when Pom was trying to take the vials from them I was so sure Chanon would walk in and stop him but then nothing? Fucking? Happened??? I was so confused. How did he really just drop em off at the gate and just? Left???? Wtf?!?!? I hope they shed some light on that in today's episode and if they didn't imma riot. I'm tireeeeed this show is tiring me when will it end so I can write my cutesy au about Punn and his alters, one of whom is Rome who falls in love with Bright ugh I just wanna write the cute fics I wanna be done with this stress😭

6. I get why like we DO NOT want him becoming Supot 2.0 which is very likely to happen if he let's the power get to his head. But him not using at all even in crucial moments like that just gives me major Todoroki from Spirts Festival Arc vibes and I just wanna be Izuku and scream "IT'S YOUR POWER" like just use it for good instead of evil man!!! Lives are at stake!!!!!

7. What is the egg girl why is the egg girl i dont get why they are doing this to me how far are they gonna take this nonsense i have so many questions ugh but hey maybe if we all collectively ignore her existence it will go away?

8. I love the babies! Ngl I thought they were annoying episode one but now they are my new children and I love them and shall protect them with my life no one better hurt the children or I will riot!!!! Especially Time, no one touch Time, only happy moments for baby!!!!

That's it, that's all I've got, please tell me we get some real answers this episode? Or, better yet, Punn gets far away from Darin and actually talks to his alters instead of acting like they don't exist??

[wangxian-trash-cultivator]

in the dark of the night

Summary: In which Wei Wuxian starts playing the ghost hunting simulation game Phasmophobia with Jiang Cheng, Nie Huaisang, and Wen Ning and wakes up Lan Wangji by shouting like a baby about it in the middle of the night.

Rating: T || Word count: 2600 || Tropes/Genres: omg they were roommates; childhood friends; light fluff; pre-relationship wangxian; mutual pining

Notes: I haven't actually played this game, but my roommate had just started playing it and would tell me about it while showing me reaction videos. Paired with his screams in the middle of the night while playing... this fic was born. If you play, I apologize for any inaccuracies based on my limited knowledge base of the game mechanics! 

Originally created this as a twitter thread fic and adapted it for AO3. Come say hello on twitter! I’m in the process of converting other threadfics over. This is part of my omg they were roommates AU series.  Enjoy!

AO3 Link || Original Twitter Thread

It’s been 1 month and Lan Wangji has gotten used to the fact that Wei Wuxian stays up late.

He’s always been a night owl.

Growing up it wasn’t uncommon for Lan Wangji to wake up to an explosion of text messages waiting for him.  One sided conversations Wei Wuxian would have, mostly nonsense.  The occasional existential crisis.

That was just the way he was.  A supernova of constant energy, thoughts always rushing at a million miles a minute.

So yes, Lan Wangji had an idea of what Wei Wuxian’s ‘sleeping habits’ were like when they moved in together. 

They’re respectful of each other’s complete opposite schedules.  Well, Lan Wangji is always respectful.  He goes about his morning routines in a comfortable silence, taking care not to disturb Wei Wuxian while he sleeps until noon most days. 

Some days he disturbs the curated silence though.

He takes his guqin out onto the balcony with his morning tea, plucks out gentle melodies and hums along wordlessly.  It’s a good way to start the day.

For the most part Wei Wuxian has been pretty subdued. 

On two occasions Lan Wangji had woken at 2am to Wei Wuxian crawling into his bed, the scent of rice wine heavy enough on his breath to make even Lan Wangji dizzy.

The conversations were still one sided, with Wei Wuxian saying anything to come to mind as he nestled in close and asked to be held.  So Lan Wangji would silently hold him, wondering if Wei Wuxian could decipher the morse code messages his pounding hard was sending.

He never could.

Only in the last week had Wei Wuxian really started disturbing Lan Wangji’s sleep schedule though. 

The first incident occurred on Sunday night.

Lan Wangji had woken to the sounds of shouting and stumbled to Wei Wuxian’s room, bleary eyed and disheveled, only to find him glued to his laptop with a gaming headset on. 

“No no no— fuck fuck FUCK! I’m dead, it got me. Hello? Hellooooooo? Can anyone hear me? I’m— oh, Lan Zhan, I’m sorry! Did I wake you up?”

Lan Wangji soundlessly looked between the laptop and Wei Wuxian before returning to bed.  Then it happened again the next night.  And the night after that.  After the fourth night, Lan Wangji finally had enough.

It’s nearly 1 o’clock in the afternoon when Wei Wuxian shuffles into the kitchen the next day, bed head wild, rubbing his eyes. 

Lan Wangji’s chest thrums.  He allows himself to be distracted for only a moment before remembering he’s mad at him and they need to have a talk.

“Good mor-mor—” Wei Wuxian interrupts himself with a loud yawn. ‘Ning, Lan Zhan’

“Wei Ying, it’s no longer morning.”

Wei Wuxian gives him a sleepy smile and pours a bowl of cereal.  It’s hard to scold him when he looks this adorable.  But Lan Wangji’s entire routine has been upended for the past few days.  He needs to put his foot down.

“Lan Zhan, you’re staring at me.”

“I am not.”

He is. 

“Oooookay, whatever you say,” Wei Wuxian says. “Sorry for waking you again last night, that game is just scary sometimes.”

“Why do you play it then?”

“A-Ning didn’t want to play it alone,” Wei Wuxian shrugs.

Lan Wangji’s chest feels warm again.  Of course Wei Wuxian would do something like that.  

“I made Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang join us too.”

And then his heart sinks for some reason.  Wei Wuxian hadn’t asked him to play with them.  Lan Wangji doesn’t even have any games on his own laptop, only really uses it for work and watching cooking tutorials.  

He has no reason to be jealous over their little group.  But he is.

“What is the game?” Lan Wangji asks.

“You wouldn’t like it,” Wei Wuxian says, amused twinkle in his eyes.

“What is it?”

“It’s a ghost hunting game.”

Lan Wangji stares at him.  Wei Wuxian is someone who still sleeps with a nightlight on and rushes up flights stairs in the middle of the night like he is being chased by something.  Is he serious right now?

“Wei Ying, you are terrified of such things.”

“Yeah, but it’s fun to play with them,” Wei Wuxian laughs. “Even you might enjoy it.”

Well, what’s that supposed to mean?

“Okay, I will play too then,” Lan Wangji says.  Wei Wuxian blinks, looks at him like he hasn’t heard right. 

“Really?”

“Mn. Install it for me.”

Later that night they are sitting in their own bedrooms.  Wei Wuxian explained that the mic feedback would echo if they were in the same room, plus it was a better ambiance for the game if they were separated.  So Lan Wangji agreed. 

Lan Wangji is wearing a headset he borrowed from Wei Wuxian and listening to Jiang Cheng, Nie Huaisang, Wen Ning, and Wei Wuxian chatter in the discord voice channel.

He has no clue what they hell they're talking about. 

Something about sanity.  Jiang Cheng is telling Wei Wuxian not to turn all the lights on in the house again unless they want to die.

It's been fifteen minutes and they haven't even started playing yet.  They're all too busy bickering amongst each other. 

“Lan Zhan are you still on? I can't hear you,” Wei Wuxian asks.

“Yes.”

“Do you understand what to do?” Nie Huaisang asks.

Is he supposed to? All they've done is spoken in circles about various items.  Lan Wangji tuned out after Wen Ning said oiuja board 4 times. 

“I will follow Wei Ying.”

“No, we have to split up and search! The ghost only shows up if you're in a room alone,” Jiang Cheng says.

“Lan Zhan it's ok, follow me until you get the hang of it. I'll tell you what to do," Wei Wuxian says brightly. 

“Whatever, let's just start,” Jiang Cheng grumbles.

Lan Wangji wonders exactly how fun this could possibly be if Jiang Cheng is already sounding so aggravated.  Until he remembers one of Wei Wuxian's favourite things to do is provoke and tease him. 

“Here Lan Zhan, use the thermometer to search for the ghost, it's the most important role!" Wei Wuxian says.

“No it isn't!” Jiang Cheng argues.

“Shhhhh, stop shouting, the lights will start flickering!” Wen Ning chimes in.

The mechanics are clunky.  The graphics are definitely nothing special.  Lan Wangji really doesn't understand what could possibly be so scary about the game as they shuffle around the little house.  Their characters are merging through the doors, for god's sake. 

After another fifteen minutes of investigating Wei Wuxian says they should actually split up.  So Lan Wangji wanders around the basement and points the thermometer at random objects.

The voice channel is buzzing with their conversation but Lan Wangji notices something strange.  It actually sounds like they're speaking to each other from varying distances.  Wei Wuxian sounds slightly muffled and quiet, but he can still hear him pretty clearly.

The others, he can barely hear.  Even though they are obviously shouting in to their mics 

Lan Wangji doesn't use discord, so he figures maybe it's just some sort of technical error and chooses not to address it.

And he's really still not getting the hang of this game.

Bored with wandering around the basement, he goes back upstairs to find Wei Wuxian.  The sound of heartbeats floods his ears, catching him by surprise.

“I hear something,” Lan Wangji says quietly.

No one responds.

“Wei Ying?”

No answer.

Lan Wangji frowns and then realizes that his character is locked in the basement now.  He removes the headset and goes to Wei Wuxian's room.

“The lights are off, the lights are off! Fuckkkkk I'm so fucked, I'm so—”

Lan Wangji taps him on the shoulder and Wei Wuxian screams.

Lan Wangji jumps and takes a step back as Wei Wuxian rips his headphones off.

“Lan Zhan! What the fuck, you can't scare me like that!" Wei Wuxian is near tears and breathing heavily.

Lan Wangji's heart lurches, he really didn't mean to do that. 

“I am sorry,” he says quietly.

“It's fine, it's fine,” Wei Wuxian waves his hand and then rests it against his chest. “Why did you come in?”

“I think my microphone is broken, no one could hear me, and I could not hear anyone.”

“Ahhh, yes that's part of the game. I should have told you that, I'm sorry.”

“And I was locked in the basement. Do you have the key to let me out?”

Lan Wangji doesn't really understand the look Wei Wuxian is giving him.  Really, it looks like he's about to start crying again. 

“The doors lock sometimes, it's the ghost fucking with everyone. If you start to panic that's when it kills you.”

“Oh, I see,” Lan Wangji says and looks at Wei Wuxian's screen. “I will return to my room then.”

As he turns Wei Wuxian's fingers close gently around his wrist.  He is giving him that look again.

“Lan Zhan, are you having fun?”

So far, he's felt like the only one that doesn't understand an inside joke between friends.  But Wei Wuxian looks so... hopeful.

“Yes, Wei Ying. I think I understand better now.”

The smile that Wei Wuxian gives him makes Lan Wangji's knees weak.

So what if he doesn't understand a single thing about this game.  If stumbling through it makes Wei Wuxian smile at him like that, he'll gladly break his routine to play it with him.  As the night goes on, Lan Wangji does start to get the hang of it.

In fact, he starts to take it pretty seriously.

During one game he's the only one to keep a level head when the silhouette of a ghost child starts appearing through the flickering lights.  

Wei Wuxian dies during every game they play.

The second anything starts to happen, he immediately begins babbling into the mic and Lan Wangji can hear his fingers smashing against the keys as he forces his character to run.

He's singled out every time. 

Even as Lan Wangji chases Wei Wuxian's character around in an attempt to draw the ghost's attention away and save him, he's always silent on his own mic so the ghost ignores him.

In order to draw it away, he would have to start panicking more than Wei Wuxian. 

He hasn't spoken much at all during any of their games, always unable to make himself heard over the rest of them.

But Wei Wuxian keeps dying.  And he feels bad.  He wants to help.

So during the next game when they learn the ghost's name Lan Wangji makes the decision to draw it out. 

Before he does so he approaches Wei Wuxian's character and drops some smudge sticks, which gives their characters more time to hide when being hunted by a ghost, at his feet.

“Wei Ying, take these.”

“Lan Zhan I already have some! Use them for yourself.”

“You always run out of them, take mine.”

“Are you two done courting each other? We have a ghost to hunt,” Jiang Cheng says loudly.

“You're just jealous you don't have a friend as good to you as Lan Zhan is to me!” Wei Wuxian replies. 

Lan Wangji has to cover his mic with his hand so no one hears the content little sigh that escapes his lips.

“Are we splitting up now?” Nie Huaisang asks.

“I'll take upstairs,” Jiang Cheng announces and disappears.

Lan Wangji continues following Wei Wuxian around when everyone else splits up.  By now he has figured out that the thing that makes the ghost pursue someone is linked to low sanity levels in the game.

Shouting, cursing, crying— all of the things Wei Wuxian does— means his sanity levels are constantly near 0. 

Ways to offset this and preserve sanity without having to take a sanity tablet include having their characters stay in well-lit areas or return to the van outside.  But when Wei Wuxian is running away he doesn't think logically.  And they can't carry sanity tablets around all the time, they need the inventory for other items.

“Lan Zhan, why are you following me?” Wei Wuxian asks after five minutes

Lan Wangji doesn't say anything at first until he's sure he can't hear the others.

“To protect Wei Ying.”

“Lan Zhan”' Wei Wuxian laughs. “It's just a game.”

It's well past Lan Wangji's bedtime.  He might be a little loopy with sleep deprivation.

“Shhh, I will draw it out. Wei Ying, hide with the camera when I do.”

“Lan Zhan, are you sacrificing yourself for me?”

“....Mn.”

Wei Wuxian's laughter rings out again over the mic and Lan Wangji keeps shushing him.

Doesn't he realize the more noise he makes that he's going to be the one to draw the ghost's attention then?

How is Lan Wangji supposed to do this if Wei Wuxian won't cooperate? 

“Ahhh Lan Zhan, you're too much for me.”

“Wei Ying, this is very serious.”

“Yes, of course, of course!”

An abrupt hissing noise echoes in the headset.  Lan Wangji listens calmly, but Wei Wuxian must have heard it in his headset too because he screeches loudly.

God, he's hopeless. 

“Lan Zhan! Did you hear that? Save me, Lan Zhan!”

“Wei Ying needs to be quiet first!” Lan Wangji raises his voice for the first time all night.

Their combined chatter makes the ghost slam a door nearby as the lights start flickering.  Wei Wuxian screams again.  Lan Wangji can't hear the others at all.  Not a good sign.

“Wei Ying, use a smudge stick and hide!” Lan Wangji shouts into the mic and then starts repeating the ghost's name to draw it out as he runs down the hallway. 

It doesn't take long before two dead hands appear on Lan Wangji's screen, indicating the ghost has killed him.  From the other room he can hear Wei Wuxian dramatically shouting.

“Lan Zhan! Your death will not be in vain!”

Combined with the lack of sleep it's enough to make Lan Wangji start laughing deliriously.

After the rest of them regroup to call it to call it a night Wei Wuxian barges into Lan Wangji's room, positively beaming at him.

“I can't believe you sacrificed yourself for me.”

“You are not very good at this game.  Someone had to help.”

Wei Wuxian's laughter rings out bright and warm as he falls onto Lan Wangji's lap and wraps an arm around his shoulders.

“My hero,” Wei Wuxian says.

Lan Wangji's heart pumps out another morse code message. 

He has no idea what to do with his hands.  Should he wrap an arm around Wei Wuxian's waist?

They've been friends since childhood.  They hug all the time, Wei Wuxian loves to hug.  They've shared beds together.

Hell, this isn't even the first time he's had Wei Wuxian draped over him like this.  He decides to grip the armrests on the chair instead.

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian asks, uncharacteristically low and soft. It's almost a whisper, but not quite.

“Mn?”

“Can I sleep in here tonight?”

“Are you frightened?” Lan Wangji teases. 

“What if I am?” Wei Wuxian asks.

Lan Wangji looks up at him.  He's seen Wei Wuxian scared out of his wits plenty of times.  That's not the expression he's wearing now.  But Lan Wangji doesn't question it.  Wouldn't dare question him.

“Then I will protect you, Wei Ying. I will always protect you.”

[remys-lucky-franc]

Tick, Tick, Tick...  A Queen of Thieves Fic - Jett x MC (Daisy)

This fic is to fulfil a request sent to my friend by @simpsonjenna1 - the request was for a route that @wrath-gutierrez hadn't read, so I've picked it up instead :)  

The last chapter of Jett's route left off when he and MC were interrupted during an intimate moment by a bunch of masked intruders.  Jett, was unable to stop them kidnapping his girl as he was cuffed to the bed.  Oh and also, there's a bomb ticking somewhere in the penthouse!!  Eek!!

The request was:  CAN YOU WRITE A FIC OF WHAT HAPPENS NEXT WHEN JETT AND THE POPPY TRY TO RESCUE MC?  AND SHE ENDS UP IN A COMA AFTER BEING TORTURED BY THE KIDNAPPERS?

I've changed one part of your request a little and I really hope that's ok, but this plot lent itself to it...  Also, it's slightly canon-divergent, as I have the rest of the Poppy still in Hong Kong, rather than having headed onto Barcelona already.  I hope you (and anyone else reading!) enjoy this!  I've never actually written for Jett before, so fingers crossed I've did him justice!  I've used my MC's name when I wrote it, but let me know if you'd like to read it with a different name and I'll edit it in for you :)

Rating: probably mature due to bad language and mild sex references - nothing very explicit.  There's obviously an element of fear and terror you'd expect when someone's been kidnapped, so please keep that in mind if you think it would adversely affect you.  It got a bit long AF at ~6000 words - oops!

Jett roars after the shadowy figures that bodily lift her up and carry her like a ragdoll out of his bedroom,

"NOOOOOO!!!   YOU BASTARDS!!!  DAISY!!!  DAISY!!!"  

He thrashes against the cuffs, arching his back, kicking wildly as his swinging bed rocks back and forth uncontrollably.  He's in a cold sweat, a panic has risen in his chest from the realisation that there is literally nothing that he can do to stop what's happening...  

Tick, tick, tick...

He looks around, frantic:  the key is somewhere on the floor, somewhere he can't reach because of these bloody cuffs...  Is there anything he could use to pick the lock on them?  Anything on the bed, anything that he could reach with his feet even...??  Desperation sets in as he realises one of the men is standing in the doorway holding a mobile phone...  

Jett eyes widen like saucers as he screams until his throat hurts as the man dramatically directs his finger towards a button on the phone.  Jett feels like his heart is stopping as the martyr makes contact with the button: he braces himself for the explosion that'll end it all, one person on his mind.  

'What will happen to Daisy...?  Will the Poppy ever find her?'  

But nothing comes. There's no searing heat, no blinding light, no ear-splitting shatter of glass and tearing of plaster or brick...  Nothing.  Nothing at all.  Except a callous snort as the masked man standing there watching Jett's confusion unfurl across his face as he realises the ticking noise has stopped...  

"You son of a bitch!!  Sound effects?!"

The man in black turns on his heel and walks out of the room, leaving a naked Jett bucking and straining against the cuffs, despite knowing his best attempts are futile.  As he and Daisy had stumbled to his room in a tangle of limbs, their jackets and phones had been discarded in the common room...  There's no way of alerting the gang...  There's no other option than to lie here waiting for them to return...      

---

Daisy feels her stomach lurch and her head throbs as the room spins, struggling to open her blurry eyes, suddenly she jolts upright, her last memories flooding back to her.  The bomb...  And Jett's horrified face, arms pinned tightly above his head, crying out her name as she struggled to get free of her captors before they forced that handkerchief over her nose.  She looks down at her tightly-bound hands:  her usually pretty polished nails are chipped and broken from trying to wrench it away before that sweet, cloying smell filled her nostrils and everything faded to black, her arms becoming to heavy to keep resisting...  Sucking in a deep, shaky breath she scans her surroundings, trying to clear her head:  

'I need to get the fuck out of here, and fast!'  

It's a non-descript room, rectangular:  maybe  15 feet long by 10 feet wide?  She's sitting on a single mattress.  There are vertical blinds on a small window - closed of course.  There's nothing else distinct about the room: ceiling tiles, a dark tattered-looking carpet, plain walls. Nothing to give her a clue as to her whereabouts...  She can't get to the window to see if she can pinpoint any sights because her ankles are also bound.  

Shifting back against the wall, Daisy drops her head onto her knees.  Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, overwhelmed by the thoughts racing through her mind,

'Where am I?'   'Why did they bring me here?' 'Where is Jett???' 'Did they bring him here too, or did they leave him?' 'If they left him, did he get away before the bomb...?'

She feels herself get lightheaded as she begins to hyperventilate, anxiety crashing over her like a wave, sucking her downwards, suffocating her...

'What if he's dead???' 'Fuckkkkk what do they want??' 'What are they planning on to do to me??'

Daisy struggles against the ropes binding her wrists rigidly.  Her skin burns below the fibres as she desperately tries to shift them, to no avail.

'Surely they brought us both?  He must be worth more to them than I am?'

She shouts,

"Jett!!  Jett??  Can you hear me??  Jett!!"

No response comes and Daisy sighs, sounding defeated.  She huddles herself together for comfort realising she's all alone, until she hears it.  The sound of footsteps outside of the room, slow and measured, like a jailer walking through the hallway beyond her cell...  Suddenly Daisy seriously begins to regret her decision to yell for Jett...

---

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, an exhausted Jett hears the key turn in the front door of the penthouse, the jovial sound of Remy's laughter peals through the corridor.  Jett starts to shout,

"REMY!!  REMY!!  HELP!!  IN HERE!!"  

Within moments, the door bursts open and Remy lays eyes on a Jett, bound to the bed, naked save for a tangled sheet he's managed to strategically kick over his waist.  He's closely followed by Leon whose eyes almost pop out of his head at the site of his friend's predicament.  Remy races towards Jett,

"Mon ami!  What has happened?!  Are you ok??"

Jett sounds delirious as he shouts,

"I'm fine - never bloody mind me!!  They've taken her!  They broke in, they took her!  They tricked me into believing there was a bomb, and they've kidnapped Daisy!  The key, Remy!!  The key is on the floor, get me out of these fucking cuffs!  We need to find her!!"  

Remy scrambles around on the floor searching for the key, kicked under the bed as Daisy resisted her captors, while  Leon is already on the phone to Nikolai, alerting the rest of the group,

"Yes Nikolai, she's gone...  They've taken Daisy.  Jett's fine, just shaken up:  they stripped him and cuffed him to the bed..."  

Remy stops his search, looking up at Leon from the floor, a smirk spreading across his face,  

"Leon...  Mon couer, please, never change..."  

Leon stops in his tracks, silent, eyes flitting between Remy and Jett, his cheeks colouring vividly as he suddenly realises that it would indeed have been quite strange and unorthodox for the intruders to leave the Poppy's resident explosives expert in such a compromising position...  

Jett clears his throat, muttering,

"Jesus, Remy, hurry up will you?"  

Remy locates the key and releases Jett, who quickly springs to his feet, pulling on a pair of pants.  Remy pats Leon's shoulder twice, nodding to the phone,

"May I?"  

Leon bobs his head as though to say, 'All yours!'.  Remy takes the handset and quickly fills Nikolai in on what he and Leon came home to find, and what Jett's told them.

Jett's pacing like a big cat stalking it's prey while Leon looks around the room, recapping every detail he can remember as they search for any clues as to who could possibly have taken Daisy.  

---

A feeling of intense dread bubbles in the pit of Daisy's stomach as a key turns over in the lock.  She's shaking as a masked man appears in the doorframe, learning against the wood, head tipped to the side, watching her silently, curious.  She curses at him, trying to look brave and ballsy, but as he starts to approach she wants to disappear, she can feel herself shrinking into the wall despite herself, despite her best efforts.  She's vulnerable and she's helpless...  She can't defend herself no matter what he wants to do to her...  Her pulse thunders inside her ears as a myriad of possibilities whizz through her head - is he going to beat her, or assault her?  She feels sick at the thought...  Will he kills her?  What if this is it?  What if this is how she dies?  Scared and alone in some grubby room?  What if no one ever finds her...  He's closing in on her, he's right at the edge of the bed and there's nothing she can do...  Abruptly Daisy makes a noise like a strangled animal before spitting directly into his eye!  On instinct, the act jolts him as he makes a disgusted noise and mutters,

"Jesus Christ!!"  

As he wipes the saliva away with his sleeved forearm Daisy's jaw drops.  

'That voice.  I know that voice...  I.  KNOW.  THAT. VOICE.'

Daisy feels like her heart may leap free from her chest as she chokes on the whisper,

"Geoff?'  

Her masked captor starts away from her. Knowing that she's onto something she shouts louder,

"Geoff?!  You bastard?!  That is you, isn't it?!"

Another masked man, slightly shorter, of a more muscular build appears in the room, muttering,

"Jesus Geoff! I thought the whole point of the masks was so that she didn't work out who we were??"  

Geoff snaps at the mystery man,

"Great work!!  You've just confirmed to her that it actually is me!!"  

He pulls the mask off his face and tosses it onto the bed beside Daisy and gives her a slightly bashful lopsided smile,

"Hey."

Daisy's dark eyebrows knit together as she glares at him,

"Hey??  HEY??  What did you do Geoff?!  Where is Jett??  The bomb?!  You retired?!  You were going to Majorca with your dream man?!"

Geoff reaches out to touch her arm gently but she thrashes away from him,

"Don't you dare touch me!!"

Geoff sighs, as though today has been a massive chore and he's regretting not just taking his retirement...  

"I'm not going to hurt you, Daisy.  Not if you promise to be a good girl.  I'll even untie you.  I'll explain everything, but any shit, any shit AT ALL, and the restraints go back on, ok?  I mean it,  so don't try anything clever."

Daisy reluctantly agrees, and as Geoff releases her ankles she scowls at him in disgust.  She's deep inside her own head,

'Who knew Geoff had this in him?  He's so handsome, so fun, so friendly?!'

She turns to stare Geoff down, her big dark eyes burning into him,

"Where's Jamie then?  I'm guessing he's in on this too?"

Geoff shakes his head slowly,

"No, actually.  I was planning to cut him in on the idea, but the soft git only went and fell in love with you...  There's no way he'd ever have agreed to this ...  This heist is all mine."  

Daisy shakes her head, visibly shocked,

"But...  I-I thought we were friends, Geoff?  How could you do this to me?  To Jett?"

Shrugging as he speaks, Geoff offers,

"It's nothing personal, darling.  This is just business..."

Daisy chokes out a harsh-sounding, hollow laugh, as she scowls at him,

"Yeah, nothing personal, Geoff.  Where is Jett?  Did you bring him here too??  Please, please, Geoff, I need to know you didn't leave him in the penthouse with that time-bomb??"

Geoff chuckles heartily, like The J-Team are trading anecdotes over a drink,

"Oh, please!  Girl, I don't fuck with explosives..."

Whipping his phone from his pocket, Geoff presses a button and the 'TICK, TICK, TICK' sound echoes around the bare room.  

Daisy balls her fists wishing she could lash out and wipe that smile off Geoff's stupid face!!!

"YOU TOTAL BASTARD!!"  

Geoff rolls his eyes theatrically,

"Oh come one.  It was a good distraction, love.  You have to give me that...?"

Daisy's voice starts to crack with relief that Jett hasn't been blown to kingdom come,

"So you just, left him there?"

Geoff smirks ,

"Yeah...  I'd hired a couple of reinforcements, because I was under the impression that we'd need to overpower you both...  Little did I that you'd have did half of the work for me already by the time we arrived, you naughty girl..."

Geoff winks at Daisy and she feels a blush flood her neck and cheeks as she thinks about the intimate position that she and Jett were so rudely interrupted in...  Geoff wiggles his eyebrows at her,

"You never know what goes on behind closed doors, huh Daisy?  Anyway, your man is fine.  He's exactly where you left him."  

Daisy shakes her head angrily,

"Not cool Geoff.  Really, seriously uncool."

Daisy can't decide if she's more relived about Jett being ok, or more pissed off about the situation in general, and Geoff continues as though she never spoke,  

"Anyway.  You just need to stay here with us for a few days until your beloved Gilded Poppy agree to our demands, Then we'll get you home and you can pick back up where you left off with lover-boy...  K?"

Daisy's spitting feathers,

"What demands are you making exactly??  How long have you been planning this you asshole??"

Geoff pouts,

"Only their art collection.  I've been high-key pissed at your boyfriend and his cronies ever since he ditched The J-Team and they double-crossed us...  I just never saw an opportunity to do anything about it, until now..."

Daisy can't stop her jaw dropping at Geoff's confession,

"What?!  I thought it was Jamie who held the grudge??  Why agree to do the Bank Job with us??"

Geoff shrugs, looking somewhat bored,

"The Bank Job was Jamie's gig.  And it got us enough cash to set up in Spain permanently...  But God knows, I've wanted to get back at him for a long time...  And the rest of that bloody Poppy..."

The man still wearing the mask clears his throat, sounding very nervous,

"Uh, Geoff, you're telling her an awful lot..."

Geoff scoffs,

"Steven, babe, it's not like the Gilded Poppy won't work it out...  Anyway, moving on from all this chatter...  Daisy, are you hungry, do you want something to drink?"

Daisy nods hesitantly: her throat feels like sandpaper...  Steven scuttles off to get supplies as Geoff moves closer to smooth a stray lock of hair away from her face, making her flinch.  He sighs,

"Daisy, I have no intentions of hurting you, but you need to play nice, ok?  You're much more valuable to me, alive.  Listen I'm going to untie you, but then I need to go.  Stevie will be back with food and water soon, ok?  I'll come back to check on you later, so just sit pretty for now.  Be good and this will all be over before you know it."

Forcing a tight smile, Daisy inhales deeply as Geoff set her hands free.  Deep red welts stand out on her wrists from where she's struggled against the ropes, her skin angry and bruised...  She grunts a goodbye at Geoff.  He gives her an almost apologetic smile as he exits, locking her in the room behind him.  Geoff's no sooner out of the room than Daisy's on her feet looking for anything to identify where she is and any escape routes she can find.  Quickly establishing she's on the first floor of the building, Daisy groans, noticing the grills on the windows that'll stop her being able to climb to freedom.  She can see the skyscrapers of Hong Kong's skyline in the distance.  It looks like they're in some sort of disused business park on the outskirts of the city; she can see warehousing, empty parking bays, and small office blocks.  The common areas look overgrown and unkempt, and there's not another person in sight as far as the eye can see.  Realising there's no way out of the room, except for through the locked door, Daisy decides that she will need to somehow overpower Steven when he comes back with food, or Geoff when he returns later, then run like her life depends on it.

---

Steven took around an hour to return with a bottle of water and ramen noodle pot, but it felt like much longer than that...  Daisy nods, accepting the bowl.  She's been reading his body language since before he left the room earlier...  And she's sure that he's nervous...  He isn’t a criminal... She doesn't even believe that he's ever committed an offence before, much less kidnapped someone and held them hostage...  Smoothing her rumpled white sundress over her knees sitting on the mattress, she hugs them close to her, her breathing erratic as fat tears roll down her face, ruining her makeup - she's doing everything she can to make herself look small and vulnerable.  It seems like Steven's in over his head here, and if she gets him flustered, he might make mistakes that Geoff wouldn't make...  

Daisy's hunch is correct - she manages to make Steven feel so uncomfortable that he will barely look at her and can't wait to get back out of her 'cell', meaning she manages to pocket the fork he'd given her to eat her noodles with, from right under his nose without him noticing.  Daisy stops sobbing the instant he leaves the room, one eyebrow arching as she smiles to herself,

'Now I have a weapon...  I just need to bide my time...'

---

At Gilded Poppy HQ,  Jett's pacing the floor, cursing and making threats about what he'll do when he finds the kidnappers, while Leon and Vivienne try to talk him down, calm him and turn his ranting into something more constructive.  Remy's out meeting underworld contacts in an attempt to glean any information about the break in  or the possible location of one Poppy member...  Nikolai is in his bedroom, pacing across the room, stopping frequently to scribble notes and add detail to diagrams trying to establish how the intruders got into the Poppy's HQ to begin with, muttering to himself all the while.  Zoe is also holed up in her bedroom, scanning CCTV footage from all of the cameras in the three blocks surrounding the penthouse...  So far, she's managed to pick up the black vehicle and track it to the edge of the city, but then the trail goes cold, probably due to the lack of video surveillance in rural areas...  She's hacked the police database of vehicle registrations, but it's clear they've been smart enough to run on false plates...  Again, a dead end.  As the hours pass, it'll become increasingly difficult to locate Daisy if the kidnappers are still on the move...

Several hours later, there is finally some progress.  

"Nikolai!!  Nikolai!!  They've made contact!!"

Jett is waving his mobile phone frantically as he bursts into the Thief Lord's bedroom.  Nikolai calls for Zoe and they review the text message that has arrived from an unknown number, advising that Daisy will be handed over safe and sound if their demands are met.  Nikolai curses, his piercing blue eyes meeting Jett's,

"They are relieving us of our art collection, in exchange for Daisy."

Jett makes a face as he sucks in a deep breath, when Zoe shakes her head as she hands Jett's phoned back to him,

"They aren't amateurs...  That message came from a burner.  And it's already gone. Off the grid..."

He mutters,

"Damn it.  Nikolai, what are you thinking?  We need to get her back, mate??  Please..."

Nikolai tuts as he shakes his head looking exasperated,

"Daisy is a member of the Gilded Poppy.  OF COURSE we're getting her back.  But there's absolutely no way these degenerates are going to fleece us out of hard-earned and much-deserved art collection..."  

Jett quirks an eyebrow, Nikolai has that confident glint in his eye:  the same one that he has whenever he's masterminded some of their most impossible heists,

"What do you suggest?"

Nikolai moves towards the door,

"Come on, let's all go through this together."

Minutes later, Nikolai sips tea from his ornate glass mug, leaning back in his chair, running his fingers through Elizabeth's dense fur like a Bond Villain as he grins at the rest of the Gilded Poppy,

"We meet their demands and conduct the hand-off on Friday night.  The art in exchange for Daisy."

Remy shifts his feet, glancing at Vivienne who looks a little surprised,

"Nikolai, I didn't expect you just to fulfil their request, darling?"

A wicked smile adorns Nikolai's pale features,

"We will fulfil their request, dearest Vivienne...  But our 'friends' won't be keeping the art collection...  First we rescue Daisy, then we rescue our collection..."  

Remy punches the air, wrapping his free arm around Jett,

"Let's bring our Daisy home, mon ami!"  

---

She's been waiting for what's felt like an eternity, patiently.  She's spent her time, working on controlling her breathing, clearing her mind, steadying her nerves...  Getting up the gall to pull off her own escape.  No Gilded Poppy, no explosives, no master plan, no comms, no getaway car...  Only herself to rely on...  It's a sobering thought, that's for certain.  Daisy's heart leaps into her throat as she hears the lock begin to turn over in the barrel...  She's sitting on the edge of the mattress, fork tucked into her hand, concealed by her forearm...  As Geoff enters the room, Daisy fakes a small smile at him and stands, moving towards him, looking up at him innocently from under dark lashes, she mumbles,

"You know Geoff, I just want this to be over.  I won't give you any trouble."

Geoff looks surprised as he quirks an eyebrow at her,

"That's...  Good.  I'm glad, Daisy.  I like you a lot.  If we can keep this as amicable as possible, I'd be really happy about that."  

Daisy takes another couple of steps closer, doe eyes staring up at him, charming him, disarming him, flattering his ego...

"You know, I've had a lot of time to think about it while I've been sitting here, Geoff.  This is a pretty clever heist.  Ambitious.  The J-Team underestimated you.  You should have been in charge of the planning, your vision could have made them legendary, instead of Jamie...  Only interested in the routine of a bank job, never anything outside the box...  I didn't know you had this side to you..."

Geoff beams at Daisy, a genuine an bright smile lights up his handsome face as he laps up the attention and the compliments, stepping closer as he starts to enthuse about how Jamie and Jock never truly valued his input...  He's caught up in the moment as Daisy shifts position, moving herself from being directly opposite the door, to a ninety degree angle, putting her on level footing to the exit, distance-wise...  And with the element of surprise, she stands a damn good chance...  He's becoming increasing animated as Daisy decides that now is the time to put her plan into motion.  Rapidly she jerks the fork into the air and slams it down with all of her might into Geoff's arm before he has time to realise what she's doing!  He lets out a roar of surprise, but she's already out of the door, running through the dingy, deserted corridors, never stopping to look back!  She can hear Geoff yelling for Steven and she barrels past him as he emerges from a room to her right!  She can see the glass double front doors of the office block, leading outside to a carpark and concrete jungle, they're ajar!  She can't believe her luck!  She psyches herself for the inevitable game of hide and seek she'll have to play with her captors as she reaches the top of the staircase.  Steven's racing behind her and he's making ground...  Her feet are like lightning as she takes the staircase as quickly as she can - freedom is just within her reach!  She's made it!  She's done!  Until on the bottom step, the high heel of her sandal catches on the loose carpet, twisting wildly as she tries to catch her balance, and lands awkwardly, whacking the back of her head hard on the handrail she was grabbing for.

Steven stands at the top of the stairs shell-shocked, releasing a sharp cry of 'Fuckkkkkk!' as he hears the dull thud of Daisy's head against the rail and watches her limp frame collapse onto the floor of the disused reception area, a tangle of limbs and dark curls.  Geoff catches up to him, still clutching at the fork wound, stopping dead in his tracks for a moment, staring at the scene unfolded on the ground level,

"Shit!!!"

He tears down the flight of stairs to the bottom as Steven remains as still as a statue, his hands clutching his temples, hyperventilating as he screams at Geoff,

"Is she dead?!  Oh my God!!!  Is she dead, Geoff?!  What the fuck are we going to do?!  I didn't sign up for this?!  They'll say it was deliberate - they'll say I pushed her!!  I can't go to jail for killing a girl, oh my God!!  What are we going to do?!"

Geoff's on the floor beside Daisy, his fingers probing the side of her neck, cursing under his breath,

"You stupid, stupid girl!  I told you no one was going to hurt you, why did you have to pull a  stunt like this?!"

He lifts his head to yell to Steven,

"She's alive, she has a good pulse!  She's knocked herself out."  

Geoff slides one hand under Daisy's head to try to shift her into a less awkward pose, the colour draining from his face, as he retracts his hand to looks at the warm, wet substance covering it,

"Oh fukkkkkk...  This wasn't supposed to go down like this!! Steven, get the keys!!  Help me get her in the car!!"  

Steven's eyes widen as he looks at Geoff,

"The car??"

Geoff shakes his head, incredulous, "I'm not going to let her die, Steven!!  I'm a bloody thief, not a monster:  I do not want a dead body on my hands!!  We need to get her to a hospital:  keys, masks, now!!

---

"HEY!!  HEY!!!  GET BACK HERE, YOU COWARD!!!"  

The tall, blonde paramedic screams after the rapidly retreating black saloon car that's just off-loaded a semi-unconscious young woman in a blood-smeared white sundress onto the ground in front of the main hospital doors.  He rushes to crouch by her side, she groaning and trying to curl into a ball as he scoops her into his strong arms, with one final look of disgust in the direction the car went, he speaks softly, heading purposely through the automatic doors.

"You're ok sweetie, I've got you, you're going to be ok."

---

Steven paces back and forth, agitation showing on his face as stares at Geoff,

"What do we do?  What if she doesn't pull through, Geoff?  It's all been for nothing.  Nothing!!  We've lost the art collection...  Your revenge...  Our new life in Majorca..."

Geoff rakes his fingers back through his glossy hair as he watches Steven,

"Unless...  Unless we move up the handover..."

Steven stops dead, bewilderment marring his features,

"What do you mean 'move up the handover'?  We don't have what they want us to handover any more?!"

Geoff stands taller, captivated by his own idea,

"No, no, no...  They want her back, and we'll take them to her, they still get the girl in exchange for the collection.  My revenge is complete, we still get to go off and live our best lives in Majorca, love...  We'll send another message to the Poppy, the handover has to be tonight.  We can't wait ‘til Friday, if she dies, the whole jig is up..."

---

When the message pinged onto Jett's phone from yet another burner phone, the Poppy went into overdrive coordinating their double rescue bid.  They have gone from having two days to arrange their attack, to merely a few hours.  

Jett swallows uneasily as Remy pats his hand, trying to calm his nerves,

"Why are they pulling the exchange in, Remy?  There must be a reason.  I don't like this, mate...  Not one bit."

Remy scoffs, trying to lighten the mood,

"If Daisy's being difficult, they probably just want this to be over.  You know how she gets when she isn't pleased...."

Remy tries to lighten the mood by pulling his best scowl and adopting an American accent, impersonating his dear friend,

"The Gilded Poppy will find you and kick your damn ass, you bastards!!"

Jett lets out a half-laugh, that catches in his throat and turns into a sob.  Remy wraps one arm around his shoulder,

"Mon ami, come!  She will be ok, we will see our Daisy again soon..."

Jett shudders, scrubbing his face with his balled fisted,  amber eyes glistening with unspilled tears,

"She was so scared Remy.  I've never seen her look like that...  And there wasn't a single thing I could do.  They just...  Took her.  What if I never see her again?  I-I love her, and I never told her..."

Remy's face softens as he pulls Jett closer to hug him properly, patting his back soothingly,

"Alors...  You can tell her when she comes home."  

---

As agreed, Steven send a message with the location of the meet, thirty minutes prior to the handover time, detailing the location as the Kwong Wah Hospital carpark.  He and Geoff wait in the vehicle, until they see the headlights on a muscle car flash twice at them.  They get out of the car, and walk towards the Gilded Poppy who have also exited their vehicle.  As the factions approach each other, Jett notices Geoff.  The betrayal hits him like a grenade as a rage erupts inside of him he screeches,

"YOU?!?!  Geoff, how could you do this?!?!"

He lunges towards Geoff, only to be pulled back and held firmly by Leon until his blind fury begins to subside, muttering to himself as much as Leon,

"J-Team Geoff...  I can't believe this bullshit...  He was always my favourite..."  

Geoff winks at Nikolai and extends his hand, which Nikolai ignores, staring him down like shit on his shoe.  Nikolai requests crisply,

"The girl?"

Geoff shrugs his shoulders, mimicking Nikolai's haughty tone,

"The art?"

The pair stand there, their stares burning into each other.  Minutes pass with not another word spoken, until Vivienne steps forward, purring,

"Gentlemen, we're not getting anywhere.  You want the collection?  We want our associate.  How can we...  Expedite this process?"    

Geoff's breaks eye contact with Nikolai to stare at Vivienne's slender arm on Nikolai's shoulder, he clears his throat,

"Daisy is here.  Give me the collection and I'll tell you the exact location."

Jett yells, full of vitriol,

"You let us see her, then you get the collection, you wanker!"

Geoff scoffs,

"No can do, Slater.  Put the collection in the car, then you get your little dominatrix back, ok?"  

Leon grips Jett's biceps again to stop him killing Geoff stone-dead, he mutters,

"Let it go, Jett, he's just trying to get a rise out of you..."

Nikolai sighs, a prickly, irritated sound,

"Fine.  It seems like there isn't much option; we appear to have reached an impasse.  Remy, Zoe, please handover the collection?"

Zoe nods her head solemnly,  lifting a small canvas from the car and moving towards Geoff's vehicle.  She glares at a visibly nervous Steven as she places the artwork inside.  Remy moves behind her, doing the same.  Over and over, until the entire art collection from the Gilded Poppy's Hong Kong penthouse lays across the back seat of a black Mercedes.  

Nikolai's voice peals out, commanding in it's tone,

"You have the art.  Now.  The girl."  

Geoff nods,

"A deal is a deal.  She's inside."

Steven scarpers for the car as Jett breaks free of Leon's grip,

"Inside??  What did you do to her?!"

Geoff back towards the car as Jett's fist makes contact with his cheekbone,

"Arrrghhh!  Get off of me, Slater!!  I never touched her!!  We dropped her off her a couple of hours ago after she slipped and hit her head trying to escape!"

Geoff lets out a groan as Jett lands a solid right hook and a swift jab to follow it up before Leon pulls him back.

Leon cracks his knuckles and stretches out his neck as he approaches, looming head and shoulders above the other men and twice as broad,

"Jett, go and find Daisy, leave this piece of shit to me..."

Geoff's eyes bug out as he assesses Leon's stature and bulk,

"Hey!   Hey!  She's fine!!  There's no need for this!!"  

A small smiles tugs at Leon's lips,

"But that's no way to treat a lady, Geoff...  You don't just leave her at A&E...  You wait with her, maybe get her a magazine, a hot chocolate...  It's only polite.  I think you and I should take a little walk and talk about manners..."

Leon's giant arm dwarves Geoff as he grips him firmly, marching him away from the rest of the Poppy.  

Suddenly the black Mercedes roars to life, tyres squealing on the tarmac as Steven tries his best to make a sharp exit.  

Remy rolls his eyes,

"Merde!  Zoe??"

Zoe taps at a few buttons on her tablet, and seconds later confirms with a sly grin,

"Gates are closing... Right...  About... Now..."

A loud bang and the sound of a car horn echoes across the car park.  The black Mercedes has driven straight into the closing electronic gates and Steven looks shell-shocked as he stares back at the Poppy observing him with distain...

Nikolai dusts a particle of imaginary lint from his shoulder and sniffs,

"Zoe we appear to have wasted your time on that GPS tracking...  Remy, Jett, can you load the collection back in Leon's car?"

Jett protests,

"Not a bloody chance, I'm going in there to find Daisy!!"  

Nikolai closes his eyes, letting his head drop backwards for a moment, looking exasperated, before reasoning with the excitable Englishman,

"No you aren't.  Look at your knuckles. No one is going to give you any information about a girl who was dropped off at hospital with a head injury, if you go in there looking like that... "  

Nikolai gestures towards the front of Jett's checked shirt that's covered in blood spatter from the right hook he landed on Geoff.  Reluctantly Jett concedes and watches anxiously as Nikolai and Vivienne enter the hospital to locate his girl...

---

The art is all back in Leon's vehicle, Remy, Jett, Zoe and Leon sit inside, in agitated silence.  Leon's not saying what exactly he did to Geoff, only that the Poppy have acquired a nice five-bedroom villa in Majorca where they can have a couple of weeks of downtime to recover from this fiasco...  Steven's vanished, but Leon's happy to that he's no real threat anyway...  If he has any sense, he’ll get rid of Geoff and find a better boyfriend...  Remy squeezes a worried Jett's knee in the back seat, a gesture of solidarity and a reassurance that Daisy will be fine...  Zoe interrupts the silence as a call comes through and she puts Vivienne on speaker...  

'We posed as her brother and sister-in-law, eventually a young nurse took pity on us...  Daisy was brought in as a Jane Doe by a paramedic when that 'monster' dumped her outside...  She has a nasty head injury, and they had to operate...

Jett almost levitates as he shouts.

"Operate?  WHAT?!"

Vivienne's smooth voice soothes him,

"Jett, darling, it's ok.  They relieved any pressure off her brain and are very happy with how things went.  But..."

Jett's voice is panicked and high as the others sit in stony silence,

"But what???  Bloody tell me Vivienne???"

Vivienne breathes deeply before answering him,

"They put her in a medically-induced coma to let her recover properly. Jett, I'm so sorry."

Jett's hands are over his eyes, he whispers to himself,

"No. No...  No, no, no, no..."

Remy shifts in his seat, unbuttoning his shirt as Zoe raises an eyebrow at him.  He shimmies until he's naked from the waist up, tossing his clothing at Jett,

"Here.  Keep your hands in the pockets.  Go to Daisy, Jett.  Vivienne, he's coming in, ma cherie..."`

Jett's mouth opens and closes a couple of times before he pulls Remy into a bear-hug then jumps out of the car, wrestles his shirt off and throws Remy's clothes on.  He tosses his blood-stained shirt to Remy, who shrugs, then flexes his biceps,

"Non, it's ok, I think Leon and Zoe are enjoying the view..."

Jett snorts a laugh as he takes off towards the doors of the hospital, greeted by Vivienne as he does.  She exclaims, as she leads him swiftly by the arm towards Daisy's room,

"Darling, what took you so long??  Quickly, this way!"

Vivienne smiles gratefully at the young nurse standing by the desk...  

As they enter the room, the mechanical whirr and ping of machines makes Jett's breath catch.  There she is, his Daisy, connected to a dozen tubes and monitors, her dark hair cascading across the pillow over a white dressing.  Dressed in a hospital gown with dried blood on the side of her neck, she looks frail, and so small.  He barges past Nikolai and falls to his knees by the side of the hospital bed, tears streaming down his cheeks as he clutches her hand in his,

"God, Daisy?"

He turns to Vivienne and Nikolai who stand against the wall,

"Can she hear me?"

Vivienne takes Nikolai's arm as she answers him,

"Yes, she might not remember when she's back with us, but they say that she can hear.  Jett, Nik and I are going to give you some privacy.  Call us if you need us, we'll come straight back."

Jett nods at Vivienne, all his words reserved for the sleeping girl before him,

"Daisy, I'm so sorry.  I'm so, so sorry...  I didn't protect you...  I love you and I..."

Vivienne closes the door behind she and Nikolai, biting her lip as she looks up at him.  He places his hand over hers comfortingly as he leads her back to the car.

---

Three days have passed before the doctors are satisfied that Daisy's injury has had a chance to optimise it's healing process during her sedation, Jett's barely moved from her side.  The other have come and gone in shifts to visit their girl and to bring supplies to Jett while he keeps vigil by her side.  After the sedative IV is removed, he sits by her side, stroking her hand, waiting for what seems like another three days before her fingers twitch against his hand.  He lifts her fingers, pressing soft kisses against them as tear threaten to blind him, praying,

'Come on Daisy, come back to me, please...'  

Doctors rush in as the machines connected to Daisy alert them that she's conscious, they want to check and assess her reactions and reflexes.  Jett stands outside as he waits for them to finish, his eyes locked firmly with Daisy's as he smiles through the glass at her, watching her cheeks flush and her eyes as he touches his heart and mouths,

"I love you."

End <3