#do you have any idea the inhuman squeal that left my throat as i saw baby mikksy

[ratatatastic]

offseason activity number #762: crying over old mikksy pics because i am nothing if not extremely predictable

like at this point if you see me with red puffy eyes mind ya damn business something serious is going on over here

[chanfictions]

Chidori

18+ CONTENT! MINORS DNI!

Kakashi x Reader

Part 2

Playing with electricity, mind games, smut, smut, smut.

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It's all fun and games until your boyfriend acquires intel that you have some unfulfilled fantasies involving his chakra nature.

You and your big fucking mouth.

You knew getting drunk and shmoozing with that old pervert was a huge mistake, but inebriated you was just a treasure trove of curative ideas for the raunchy author's writer's block, and he was footing the tab. One cup of sake after another and your most titillating fantasies just rolled right off of your twisted tongue in a drunken game of Never-Have-I-Ever, Kink Edition. Little did you know that your traitorous mountain of a drinking buddy would slink off to your boyfriend later with all of the intel he had gathered from you.

You made a mental note to sic Tsunade on him later. Now, however, you had more important things to worry about, namely the chirping cracks of lightning surrounding Kakashi’s hand as you shifted nervously in your rope bindings. "Babe, shouldn't we talk about this?" You squeaked nervously as you twirled in place like a little marionette with your arms bound above your head.

"What's there to talk about, hm? Jiraiya told me just how exciting you thought it would be to play with electricity." The eerie calm in his voice as he circled you, wielding that handful of sparking doom sent lusty shivers up your spine. You were a thrill seeking fear slut, and Kakashi knew it. The danger held in his palm twisted your insides into the most delightful knots and left you dripping with excitement.

"I meant… oh, I don't know, a violet wand or something designed for use on the human body, not an assassination jutsu!" You stammered and your voice climbed in pitch. Your eyes widened the closer he got to you. The scent of ozone filled your nostrils, and all of the little hairs on your body stood on end from the static beginning to collect in the air.

"What's the matter, kitten? Don't think you can handle it?"

"Do I think I can handle a jutsu you use to literally pierce people's hearts as FOREPLAY?!" Your voice entered the soprano register as you gnawed your lip and spun around him again, tipping about on the balls of your bare feet.

A chuckle purred deep in Kakashi’s chest as he pulled his mask down with a light curl to the corner of his mouth. "That is what I asked you."

Words failed you, and all you could manage was a high pitched squeal as he ghosted the edge of that jutsu around your exposed stomach, just barely kissing your skin with static. Your breath caught in your throat as your heart leapt into your mouth.

"You haven't forgotten your safe word, have you?" He mused while continuing to circle you like a silver-haired lion.

Another squeaky yelp that sounded like a 'no' slipped from your lips as your bugged out eyes followed the sparks and you twitched away from his hand.

"What we should talk about is your racy little conversation with Master Jiraiya yesterday." Kakashi’s dark iris glinted with the reflection of those chirping bolts as he traced a less dangerous finger along your trembling jawline, tipping your chin upward. "Naughty girl, telling that old pervert about your little fantasies before even I had the privilege of hearing them." His voice was a mere gusty murmur blowing beneath the deafening crackle humming right next to your face.

"We were just talking about his unfinished book," you insisted in a shaky chitter as your eyes locked on the blue chakra leaping from his fingertips. Boy, did Kakashi know how to push your buttons. The ache between your legs had you twisting your thighs as that knot of excited fear tightened in your belly. He had barely laid a finger on you since hanging you up, and you were just fluttering for some kind of stimulation.

Another dark little laugh rolled in Kakashi’s chest. "You should really know better by now, kitten," he purred, bringing the jumping bolts ever closer to your skin, letting little shocks nip and draw goosebumps on your waist as he trailed his sparking hand ever closer to your very erect nipples, making you squirm anxiously. "Master Jiraiya and I are very good friends. He tells me everything."

You swallowed hard, breaking into a bit of a sweat. "So… um… what else did he tell you?" Your voice cracked under the strain of the pitch you were reaching while you bit your lip. Keeping your heaving chest away from his hand was growing more difficult with the little slack you had in your rope.

"Now, where's the fun in giving up my leverage?" A sly smile tilted his lips. "You might want to stop squirming before this arcs… electricity can be so unpredictable, can't it?"

A high whine hummed in your throat as your eyes flicked from that devious smile back to his hand again. He wouldn't, right? Another hard swallow had you nibbling on your lip in hopeful anticipation and wringing your bound hands. That chirping sound terrified you, as you knew it all too well from fighting alongside the silver-haired jonin. Your heart raced in the best possible way, that fear leaving you aching and wet.

"Oh, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? I can see it in your eyes," he murmured in your ear, sliding behind you and pulling your body tightly against his with his tamer hand, tracing a line from your navel up to the breast he firmly cupped. You felt that bulge of desire for you straining the fabric of his pants when you were pulled in and gave your ass a little teasing wiggle against it. He trailed his lips along your neck up to your jaw. Deft fingers rolled a hardened bud, sending tasty jolts through your body, making you arch into his touch. The chattering spark in his left hand hovered inches from your skin. "Say it."

"K-kakashi, I--" you stammered nervously. He could no doubt feel your racing pulse beneath his lips as he kissed his way along your neck.

"It's simple. Either you want it and you tell me as much, or you don't and tap out, but we both know what you're going to say." How that man managed to maintain such an aloof coolness while terrorizing you like this was just beyond you.

With your blood rushing in your ears, you bit your lip and dropped your head back against his shoulder. "Light me up," you breathed lustfully before you even realized what you were asking for.

With a knowing chuckle, Kakashi obliged. The pitch of the chirping shifted, and hot points of light licked your skin, leaving you gasping in surprise. The little lightning strikes were fiery and felt sharp like the edge of a knife being dragged over your flesh. You had expected it to really hurt, but as usual, Kakashi had twisted your head around in a delicious mind fuck, letting you think he just might fry you up until the very last moment. The sensation beautifully toed the line between pain and pleasure, sending literal shocks through your body. Arching your back, you bit your lip with an excited squeal as his hand hovered just above your nipple, peppering it with a storm of static. "Did you really think that I would touch you with an actual Chidori?" The tone of his voice sent shivers up your spine.

"It s--ah-aaah-oounded like the rreeeal one," you gasped in a breathy moan as those sparks danced around your torso. Tiny bolts pierced your skin like needles without leaving so much as a mark in their wake. The most shocking aspect of this newfound kink was the smell. It never occurred to you that electricity had any kind of defining odor, but this did, and you couldn't get enough of it.

More soft chuckles hummed behind you as Kakashi’s breath fanned your neck. His sparking hand ran circles around your breasts, sending shocks straight through your body to your throbbing clit. The sensation was amazing and left you arching into his body, swaying your hips against his own waiting lust. "Are you trying to tell me something, hm?" He punctuated the statement with a nip of your neck and began trailing his new favorite toy downward.

"W-w-aaaait a minute!!" You squeaked in surprise at a dog-whistle pitch, wiggling your hips again in an effort to avoid that hand as you had quickly realized what he was about to do with it.

"You know the word to use if you want me to stop," he murmured, more and more amused by this. "Otherwise, I'm going to find out if I can get you off without actually touching you." He slid his feet between yours, prying your legs apart and stepping lightly on the tops of your now inward turned feet to keep you rooted.

The next sound coming out of your mouth was a shrill, giggling shriek that rolled into a loud moan. Kakashi brought those sparking fingers down to your slick clit, hovering just above it and sending little lightning strikes grouped in pulsing waves directly at the most sensitive spot. The electric chakra jumped around your dripping pussy, sending all new sensations ripping through your body. The inhuman noise you were producing grew loud enough that Kakashi had to muffle your mouth with his other hand to prevent the neighbors from thinking he was murdering you.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you let out another loud wail. Pins, needles, and precise strikes of heat from the electricity coursing through you sent your muscles contracting in waves in time with the pulses leaving his fingers. Your walls fluttered around nothing, absolutely starving to be filled. The intensity was unlike anything you had ever experienced. Your legs trembled as the pitch of your voice rolled chromatically skyward.

Kakashi hummed praises in your ear, kissing along your exposed neck as he kept that one hand clamped firmly over your mouth. With a sly smirk he whispered in your ear, "Let's turn things up a bit."

To say you saw stars as he did just that was an understatement. The heat and force applied by those biting strikes of sparking chakra increased, intensifying your involuntary muscle contractions. Your legs nearly gave way as the first heavy wave of the night crashed over you and stole the air from your screaming lungs. Your walls clenched desperately. The knot of heat in your belly finally burst.

"Mmm, so that does work. Good to know," he mused, turning up the power as you rode out that first release until you wailed again and bucked your hips into his hand. Cutting the chakra off for the moment, he pressed hard against your puffy clit, rubbing circles to keep you teetering on the edge of blissful insanity.

"Mmmfffff--K-kakashi, please," you begged desperately around his hand. You were throbbing, aching, pining to be filled. "N-need you, need you now--"

As swift as the bolts of lightning crackling about in his hand, Kakashi had you untied from the rope, stripped his own clothes, and pinned to the mattress just a few steps behind where you were hanging. With a bruising kiss and a hand tangled in your hair, he ground his hips against your throbbing pussy, eliciting a lewd moan from you into his mouth. Hungry, desperate, and needy for him, you snapped your legs around him, urging him to stuff you. There was no need for the usual prep with how wet that electricity had gotten you. You gasped with eyes rolling back into your head as he abruptly rutted his full length into your aching core, sending you right back into outer space, digging your nails into his shoulders and locking your legs around him.

A low growl rumbled in Kakashi’s throat as your walls attempted to crush his cock. He swallowed your moans and wails from his movements in equally ravenous kisses with one hand still tangled into your hair. As you rode out yet another blinding orgasm, he snatched one of your knees and pinned it to your chest to achieve more depth that left you teetering on the edge of blackout. It was so fucking good. You clenched around him again, finally with the satisfaction of being stuffed so full and babbled incoherently. "Fuck-- Kakashi, so fu-haaah-ah-big -- can't -- oh, gods-- I--"

Hearing you unable to string together a coherent sentence filled Kakashi with immense satisfaction as he ground deeply into your impossibly tight little hole. Picking up the pace, the force of his thrusts rocked the bed noisily into the wall, though it likely couldn't be heard over you. He smothered your rambling cries with his mouth, leaving trails of bites and hot breath down your neck before coming back for more. He groaned loudly as you bit his shoulder while fluttering around him yet again to stifle your own noise. Nail marks decorated his upper back from your desperate attempt to hold onto something as he railed you into oblivion. His breathing quickened before catching in his throat and erupting as a guttural growl when he delved into you to an impossible depth, painting your insides white.

You were nearly choking on your own saliva as you dropped your head back into the mattress beneath you, fighting to catch your breath. Kakashi buried his face into the curve of your neck, gripping you tightly and murmuring soft affections as you both slowly drifted down from that impressive high. You could hardly feel your legs from how hard your soul had been fucked out of your body. He remained there, buried in you with your leg still trapped, trailing his fingers along your cheek while you tried to remember your own name.

"That was… ridiculous," you breathed heavily, coiling your arms around his neck.

Kakashi just chuckled, trailing his lips up your neck to yours again. "Well, now that you can speak again, perhaps we can finish the conversation we started earlier," he mused, running his fingers along your side teasingly.

You were not running on full steam and just pressed yourself tightly against him. "Hmm?"

"Mmm, electricity wasn't the only thing you were talking about with Master Jiraiya…" Kakashi spoke in a husky tone and trailed off with a wicked twinkle in his eye.

You peered up at him, face beginning to flame with embarrassment and a slight hint of dread as you remembered the depth of your drunken chat with the sannin who was definitely going to get pummeled for this later.

Oh, shit.

"What's this I heard about shadow clones?"

[crackimagines]

Bernadetta has a crush (FE:Three Houses Short Fic)

Person in question is just an unnamed student, because that’s not what we’re focusing on.

What we’re focusing is how poor Bernie handles this situation.

WITH LOTS OF SCREAMING

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Once the lecture was done, everyone began heading out of class and went their separate ways. Bernadetta sighed deeply and gathered her belongings. With what seemed like inhuman speed, she quickly ran out of class and immediately bolted towards her dorm room.

As she was bolting out of the Black Eagles’ classroom, all she could think about was taking a nice long break from everyone, and her thoughts were put to a halt as she ran into something.

No, someone.

“W-Woah!”

“EEEK!”

She looked up and saw a student on the ground, rubbing his head before meeting her eyes.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that! Here, let me help you!”

He began picking up the papers while Bernadetta stared at him, eyes wide.

“Let’s see is there anything else...Ah, there it is!” After picking up the last piece of paper, he turned back with a smile on his face.

“Here you are, again sorry about-...”

Not even moving an inch, she continued to stare at him, as an awkward silence filled the air and several students began staring at them.

The student put down her books and cleared his throat.

“...H-Hello?”

“...Ah...”

“Excuse me, are you okay-”

“AAAAAAAAHHHHH! IM SORRY, IM SORRY! STUPID BERNIE, YOU NEED TO WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING! PLEASE DON’T HATE ME!”

Before anyone could have time to react, she bolted away towards the dorms, leaving everyone speechless. Moments later, a stern-faced man with blue hair rushed out, looking at the students.

“P-Professor Byleth!”

“What’s going on out here, who just screamed?”

“Um, it was a purple haired student from the Black Eagles, sir!”

“...Was she short, and looked anxious?”

“Yes sir, she-”

He relaxed and put his hands to head.

“Ah, nevermind then. Nothing to worry about too much. Sorry to scare you like that. Can you give that girl her books? She’s on the first floor of the dorms near the greenhouse. Her name is Bernadetta”

“Y-Yes sir!”

Byleth nodded and went back to the classroom as the student grabbed Bernadetta’s belongings, and went to her room. As he was drawing near, he could hear her voice through the door, berating herself for causing such a mess.

“Um, excuse me? Bernadetta is it?”

“EEEK! I’M SORRY, I DIDN’T MEAN TO-”

And just like that, she shouted apologies with every breath she took, bewildering the student leading him to loudly clearly his throat.

“I-It’s no problem at all, Bernadetta! I’ll just leave your things by the door, okay?”

He bowed, despite knowing that she couldn’t see it but hoping it would put her at ease, and went back towards the classes.

Bernadetta was silent, slowly opening the door, checking for the student and then she quickly grabbed her books and slammed the door.

“He...was really nice to me. I-I need to go apologize to him!”

When she thought about how she would do it, it was then she realized something vital.

“I...I never got his name!”

She tried to remember his key features that would help identify him and...the more she thought about it, she started to think how nice the student was. More importantly he...looked kinda cute.

“Maybe...I can talk with him after I apologize? But why would someone just accept a proposal to hang out with a girl like me...”

An idea.

“I know! I can ask my classmates how to help with this!...Er, once I leave the room anyway.” She thought to herself. Eh, she can get out tomorrow.

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Professor Byleth’s Advice

The Professor was a very kind and patient man, at least to Bernadetta. He never thought of her as a nuisance, and so who better to ask than a man like that? More importantly he was her elder (probably?), so he must have some field of expertise on this topic.

Once the lecture ended, Byleth began clearing off the chalkboard as the students left. Bernadetta went up to his desk and remained silent for a few moments before he turned around. Once he saw her, he smiled and nodded.

“Bernadetta, what can I help you with?”

“H-Hi, professor. Did you tell that boy to come to my room yesterday?”

“I did. Don’t want you to show up tomorrow forgetting everything after all. I hope I didn’t scare you.”

“W-Well it kinda did but...first of all thank you, and second of all do you know his name? I uh...want to apologize to him and um...”

“Ah, unfortunately I didn’t catch his name. I’m not sure if anyone in the class was around when that incident happened. I’m sure he’ll pop in sooner or later. If he does show up, I’ll let you know.”

“T-Thanks professor...”

“Is something wrong? Did he say something to you-”

“No no no! Nothing like that it’s just...I...I also want to get to know him better.”

“...I’m afraid I didn’t hear that correctly. You want to get to know him?”

“Yes! Is there something wrong with that thought, professor?”

“None at all! I..just didn’t think you’d do that. At all, as a matter of fact- AHEM! Anyways!”

He took a seat at his desk and awkwardly cleared his throat.

“I’m afraid I don’t know how to exactly help you, but I’m very positive your classmates can help you out! Why not ask Dorothea?”

‘Dorothea...that’s right! She knows all about how to get cute guys to talk, that’s genius professor!’ She thought to herself.

“Thank you very much, professor! I’ll be going now!”

Byleth smiled, waving her off as she left.

“Happy to help!” Once she was out of earshot, his smile quickly went away and was replaced with worry.

“Oh goddess...What is she doing?”

“Shouldn’t you be following her? In your words, she can be quite the wreck!”

“Quiet, Sothis! I...didn’t mean it like that!”

Dorothea’s Advice

When Bernadetta got to Dorothea, she almost squealed out of joy learning her little Bern has a crush on, what is apparently a cute guy, and coming to her for advice. Not losing any time, she sat her down and grabbed some tea, explaining in detail of how to get a guy to fall for her.

Very. Uncomfortable. Detail.

“...And that’s how to get a cute guy to fall heads over heels for you, Bern!”

She put down her teacup and winked at her.

“No guy in his right mind can refuse a cutie such as yourself!”

“...Um, I just wanted to talk with him for a little bit, Dorothea. I can’t wink seductively, much less do anything you just said!”

“Huh? I thought you found the guy cute and wanted to take him for dinner?”

“N-NO!...Well I mean, I can’t say it doesn’t sound nice but-...”

“Then go all out! If you strike a pose then-”

“D-Dorothea, can we just start with baby steps?! My heart would explode if I tried that!”

“Those ARE baby steps, well for me anyway. I suppose you can begin with apologizing, then asking if he has any freetime? If you aren’t quite ready for dinner, then how about a walk around town?...Oh right, you don’t like leaving your room for long periods of time...Then...?”

She furrowed her brow, thinking intensely on what to do.

“Listen Bern, I think my tactics might be a bit too forward for what’s in your comfort zone, but I think I know someone who can help!”

Edelgard’s Advice

“And that’s the situation Edie. You’ve had to master the art of small talk as a noble, so maybe you can spread some of that knowledge to Bern here?”

Edelgard looked at Dorothea with the most puzzled face that she and Bernadetta had ever seen.

“Um, with all due respect Dorothea, I figured that YOU were the expert on that topic, considering you like to go out. I have nothing resembling romance in my life right now. I don’t know why you thought it was a good idea to talk to me about this.”

Bernadetta looked down in disappointment.

“I see...”

“Oh, Bernadetta! It’s not that I don’t want to help you I..”

Edelgard’s head turned, trying to avoid eye contact while her cheeks were turning slightly red.

“...don’t exactly know how to talk to boys that way either...”

Dorothea adjusted her hat, closing her eyes and shaking her head.

“Good grief...Alright once I’m done helping Bern out, I’m helping YOU out, Edie. Anyways, don’t you have even a little bit of advice?”

“Well...I suppose the polite thing to do is keep eye contact and make sure you listen to all he has to say. And make sure you don’t jump to conclusions, Bernadetta!”

“Y-Yes ma’am. I think I have enough information now, thank you so much you two!”

“Of course, Bern. Now have fun with him, and be confident!”

“Be confident, right! Okay, goodbye!”

Both of them waved goodbye as she left the library. 

“...We probably shouldn’t leave her alone, huh Edie?”

“Absolutely not.”

As she looked for him, Bernadetta couldn’t shake off the feeling she was being watched.

BONUS: Other Classmate Advice

Caspar - “I say challenge him to a duel with good ol fisticuffs-...Oh that’s not what you meant? I still think that’s the case, no man worth his salt could refuse such a high stakes duel!”

Linhardt - Bold of you to assume he’d even be awake.

Hubert - “...Things must be truly desperate if you’ve come to me of all people...”

Petra - “Ah, I believe this is what you call a ‘Date’! Perhaps you can gain love by offering gift? What gift you may ask? Back home, we offered horse heads as gifts, so perhaps it the same!”

Ferdinand - “Simple, Bernadetta! Simply state that you are a noble, and things will follow from there! You must make sure to keep your status up by being professional at all times!...You’re just talking with him? Then it’s very important to do that very thing! Nothing makes a better conversation starter than your status!”

[gothamimagines56]

Capture

Requested by anonymous

Victor Zsasz x reader

L/N= your last name

"Hey, you! Get off your a** and help us!" My brother's friend says as his other friend agrees. I roll my eyes at them, "You all do know I have a name, right?"

I sarcastically reply as I start grabbing bags of money and hauling them into the back of our van. I turn, only to run into one of them. He grabs the back of my head, forcing a kiss until I push him back and slap his face.

"Get off of me you pig!" I huff as he laughs in my face. I walk past him to grab some more stolen money. However, when I feel a gun to my head, I drop it. My hands raise in surrender and I hear the squealing of tires. Great... they left me.

"You do know who this money belongs to, right? Miss L/N..." I know that voice from anywhere. The memories come to me all at once, the sparks flooding the moment.

*Flashback*

He strutted in the door like he owned the place. With a bad boy personality, he was just my type. He sat down in the desk right beside me, whispering a "Hey". I glared, trying to play hard to get, "Hi".

*End Flashback*

And that was the start to a great friend - enemy relationship all the way up until high school ended. Then, we lost touch. I saw his picture in the news as Carmine Falcone's assasin a few years later.

I summon up my courage as I say, "Hi Victor, long time no see." I hear him chuckle, "Same to you my old friend. Now, let's go before I have to do something cruel and inhumane my boss wants me to do to you."

I nod frantically as I walk myself out.

*Victor's POV*

It's her. I thought I'd never see her again after high school. I mean, I tried not to. She was the sunshine everyday I went to school, the only reason I went. But, she really wasn't anything special, right?

I was so close to her only moments ago. Oh, how her hair felt on my hand as I gripped the gun to her head. The way she looks in that miniskirt today. No, I'm being ridiculous. I don't like her. I shake the thought out of my head.

We walk until we find my van and I tell her to get in. She obeys, scooting over to the shotgun seat. She nervously bites her lips as we drive to my boss' place.

I park in front of the mansion and make my way over to her side of the vehicle. She gets out and I make sure she notices my loaded firearm so she won't get any ideas.

I take her to a small room in the basement and lock her in.

*Y/N's POV*

I hear the locking of the door and I go over to it, banging my fists on the hard iron. "Hey! Let me out! I thought we were friends!" I let out a scream as I have a small temper tantrum. Kicking everything in sight, I groan in despair.

I finally calm down and realize it's getting darker outside. I take off my hoodie and use it as a pillow and drift off to sleep.

~~~

The next morning, I hear a knock on the door. They don't wait to see if I say anything before barging in. "Hey, I could've been naked for all you know." I say and Victor let's out a barely audible chuckle, bringing my plate of breakfast.

"It's half past twelve already, but Liza made you some breakfast and Falcone doesn't want it to go to waste. So..." I glance at the biscuits and gravy and take the plate. "Thanks."

He turns to leave, but I grab his wrist, "Wait-" His eyes go wide and he pulls back from my grip, but he still stands there. "Umm, when will I be able to leave? It's not like the money was for me or anything, I mean..." I search his eyes and they're full of confusion.

He clears his throat, "As soon as Fish gives our money back." He leaves, closing the door behind him.

A few hours later, he comes back to give me my dinner.

"So... what's your favorite thing to do nowadays?" I ask him, trying to have a conversation with someone other than myself.

He doesn't answer and leaves. I sigh, hearing his footsteps travel farther and farther away from me.

After I eat, I decide to walk around to see what's inside the room. I think it's empty until I look behind a bookshelf and see a hidden room full of instruments.

'Wow, could've used those earlier.' I think to myself, picking up the guitar and walking over to sit in my spot on the floor.

I sing and play a few songs, then get to my most favorite of them all: Hemorrhage by Fuel.

"Memories are just where you laid them. Drag the waters til the depths give up their dead. What did you expect to find. Was there something you left behind. Don't you remember anything I said when I said."

*Victor's POV*

As I walk to the basement to give Y/N a blanket Liza had convinced Carmine to give her, I hear music.

It's coming from her room and I stop to listen for a moment before I walk in.

"Don't fall away. And leave me to myself. Don't fall away. And leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands again. And leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands. Love lies bleeding."

She stops when she messes up and I realize this is my shot. I open the door and she looks up at me, frantically placing the guitar behind her. I give her the blanket and put the guitar back in her arms.

"That was amazing." I notice how my guard is being let down so easily by one girl. I mean, just one girl I met in high school. I walk out, never saying another word to her.

The whole rest of the night, I can't ignore my feelings for her like I used to be able to. The only way we can truly be together is if I lose my job and betray Falcone. I'd have to keep her with me, though. She wouldn't be safe if I just let her go. Maybe I could- no, that wouldn't work. Or it could.

*Y/N's POV*

The next morning, I play some more songs that I know on the guitar that I found.

It takes up most of the day until lunch and I look up to see Victor standing in the doorway. He makes his way over to me, only to give me specific instructions to my ultimate escape.

We head out the door and through one of the basement windows and get into the van he took me here in.

And off we go to a cabin hidden in the middle of the woods.

A/N

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[ritebeforeyoureyes]

Confessions

I’m not a fan of this chapter and so I didn’t really edit it that much, apologies x 

Plot: Zendaya and Tom have to deal with seeing Elle. 

Confessions (Chapter Eleven)

Tom had tunnel vision as he sprinted up the stairs. His mind solely focused on what Zendaya would think of the whole situation.

He couldn’t believe Harrison hadn’t told him about Elle earlier. Truth was, Tom and Elle had ended on bad terms – really bad terms – and he hadn’t heard from her since then. It was weird for her to have reached out to Harrison of all people let alone be here for his birthday.  That was another thing, why had Harrison invited her over for his birthday? Today was meant to be a day spent with people whose company they actually enjoyed … why, all of a sudden, was Elle a part of that list?

Tom shook his head, promising to interrogate Harrison later as he weaved in and out of the now packed villa. In the space of time that Harrison and Tom had had their talk, the whole place had filled. Tom couldn’t even register the fact that his brother’s or Tuwaine, another one of his best friends, were here; his mind in a frenzy to find Zendaya. And, he did.

She was sat on a chaise, her clothes from earlier discarded. She had stripped down to an all-black bikini, one that seemingly showed off her dancer’s body. Her caramel skin tone glimmered under the bright sunlight and Tom was frozen in his spot, forced to admire her. A pair of shades sat on top of her head and despite the amount of people around, she was sat by herself. But what truly stunned Tom was the object on the table beside her – was that a drink, he saw? Tom, still paused in his spot across the pool, watched as she gripped the bottle and chugged … the contents emptying down her throat.

“Did you just-“ Tom scurried to her side, his eyes scanning between the now empty bottle and Zendaya’s blank expression; had she found out about Elle? Was drinking alcohol her way of coping with the uncomfortable situation of having Elle in LA? He suddenly felt really guilty and his eyes softened. “Since when do you drink?” Tom didn’t mean it in a patronising way, but he couldn’t help the way it came out, his eyes narrowing into small slits. Zendaya didn’t drink … from what he knew of her, she had never had a drink in her life so, this was definitely a first.

“You said we had to act normal today.”” Zendaya swung her legs over the side of the chaise, pulling Tom into the now empty spot. His body was awkwardly perched on the edge and he looked his girlfriend over, trying to determine whether she was tipsy, angry, upset or all three. “This is what normal twenty years olds do, right?” Zendaya reached for another bottle and Tom grabbed her wrist, halting her actions instantly. Yes, he wanted Zendaya to forget about her stalker – just for one day – but this wasn’t her. She wasn’t the drinking, partying type of girl.

“Babe, stop.”

“You wanted this, I’m just having some fun.” Tom could tell she wasn’t drunk, so he knew she was in a right frame of mind, but he didn’t want her to conform to what everybody else was doing either. Zendaya didn’t need a drink to have fun. But, yet again, she tried to reach around him and go for another drink. She didn’t get what Tom wanted from her … she thought this would be a promising idea. All of her friends had told her that a few drinks always made you feel on top of the world. Getting that right level of tipsy made you feel invincible and ready to party, regardless of all of the background bullshit. That was exactly what she needed, and she didn’t get why Tom-I-am-having-an-affair-with-my-Heineken-Holland was being such a downer about it.

“You’ve had enough already, come on. I want to talk to you.”

“We’re talking, what’s going on?” Zendaya gave up on the idea of getting another drink at Tom’s tone. His eyebrows were frowned together, and it was as if he had suddenly aged a few years in the space of a few moments. “Hey, what is it-“ Zendaya grabbed his hand only to have him yanked out of her hold within seconds.

“Thomas!” Two very distinguishable voices called out before jumping on him – Harry and Sam. Tom’s teenage twin brothers hadn’t seen him in a few weeks and their excitement regarding a reunion was clear. The boys had all grown up being really close and they enveloped their brother into a weird three-way hug before ushering him towards the pool. Having lived a fairly normal life in Kingston, London, the boys weren’t used to the cultural change that was prevalent in LA; the sun, the pools, the relaxation. Both Sam and Harry shared the same opinion regarding their eagerness to embrace Californian lifestyle.

“Z-“

“Go have fun.” Zendaya shook her head as Tom struggled against the hold of his brothers - who would have thought, Spider-Man was being taken down by two teenage boys. “We’ll talk after.” As soon as Zendaya uttered the words, Tom was being pushed into the pool. His body hit the water with an audible splash and his brother’s chuckled before diving in themselves. Jacob soon followed and then the war was on. Zendaya pulled out her phone as the older boys surged for Sam first, Tom dunking his head forcefully underwater.  

Once Tom was in the company of his family, he seemingly forgot about Elle. Hours went by and the worries melted away as quickly as they came, and he was enjoying the time spent with good company. It was easy to forget when one was having fun. Jacob handed Tom a beer and he sipped at it, his body enjoying the contradiction of the cool pool water and a warm sun. He couldn’t see Elle anywhere and he was relishing in that fact, maybe she wasn’t here … maybe this was all some kind of sick, twisted joke. He knew he needed to tell Zendaya the truth but with Elle’s absence, maybe Tom could just ignore the whole situation; pretend like it wasn’t happening. He could hear Zendaya’s infectious laughter in the background alongside the high-pitched squeals that were escaping Sam every time he lunged for him; this was what today was meant to be about … plain and simple fun.

“Hey, Laur,” Zendaya had taken to sitting at the edge of the pool with her co-star, Laura, their feet dipped into the water leisurely. The girls had spent the day lounging on deck chairs, relaxing, but the heat was slowly starting to get to them. They had surpassed the sun’s peak but as the sky started to filter to a warm orange glow, Zendaya found herself extremely parched. “I’m going to grab some water, you want anything?”

“I’ll come with you.” The girls waved at the boys who were still messing around in the pool before making their way back into the house. The kitchen was a mess now, bottles littered everywhere, and Laura grabbed at some water bottles from the fridge whilst Zendaya rummaged through drawers in an attempt to find something other than the kettle chips she had been munching on all day. She discovered some jelly sweets which she instantly decided to devour, her eyes glazing over as she tried to fish out her favourite green ones from the bottom of the packet. “Zendaya?”

“Hmm?” She responded, her eyes totally fixed on getting to the bottom of the inhumanely small bag of sweets.

“Is that-“ Laura’s voice trailed off and Zendaya looked up at her expectantly, awaiting an answer. However, Zendaya’s facial expression changed as soon as she saw Laura’s stare was directed through the large doors onlooking the pool. But, it wasn’t just any sort of stare … Laura’s eyes had narrowed into slits and she moved between looking at Zendaya’s slowly registering face and the sight outside. Laura and Tom were friends … she knew exactly what – or who – she was looking at – Elle Lotherington, Tom’s ex-girlfriend. “What is she doing here?”

Cautiously, Zendaya approached the double doors, her eyes trained on Elle as she inched into the pool. Zendaya didn’t know much about Elle but she knew enough to know that she didn’t like her. Tom hadn’t told her much about how the two ended, he had just confessed that their relationship hadn’t been a pretty one. And, as Elle waddled through the water to Harrison, Tom, Sam, Harry and Jacob, Zendaya felt a weird sense of nervousness bubble within her. Despite Elle and Tom’s rocky past, Elle was really the only other girl that Tom had been seriously committed to and that made Zendaya feel threatened. The blonde bombshell was capable of taking away what Zendaya had been accustomed to and that feeling … that feeling of complete vulnerability made Zendaya’s heart sink. A sudden rush of sadness enveloped her, only to be replaced by anger.

Practicality flooded Zendaya and the question popped into her head – why was she here? And more importantly, why was Tom greeting Elle as if he knew she was going to be here? Elle had approached Tom and his brother’s in the pool and he hugged her; no surprise of her being here visible on his face. As if fate were taking her side, Tom turned his head at the perfect time, his eyes meeting Zendaya’s gaze instantly. The smile on his face dropped and Zendaya gave him a smile that was lemon level bitter before retreating back into the house.

“Shit.” Tom watched her slowly before her actions processed in his mind. He looked over at Harrison before treading quickly out of the pool. His movements were clumsy under the pressure of water and he didn’t even before to dry off as he chased Zendaya through the villa, a slippery path left in his wake. “Z, wait, wait, wait I can explain-“

Zendaya spun around on her feet abruptly, her loose hair swishing dramatically with her.

“Did you know she was going to be here?” In all honesty, Zendaya was threatened – yes – but her real problem wasn’t because Tom’s ex-girlfriend was here, it was with the fact that Tom had with held information about Elle being here. And from the silence she was receiving from Tom in return, Zendaya pretty much knew the answer to her question. She scoffed throatily before proceeding to turn back around. Tom grabbed at her wrist and she stumbled backwards into his sopping chest.

“No, wait … that was what I was going to tell you earlier-“ That was the truth, Tom had intended to tell Zendaya … he’d just gotten pleasantly distracted by the happiness that was evident in their surrounding atmosphere. Tom didn’t want to ruin the smiles and the happiness by bringing up his tragic past love life. “I just-“

“That was hours ago, Tom! We’ve been together loads of times since then, why didn’t you bring it up after?” Zendaya ran her hands through her hair, anger uncontrollably filling her.

“Okay, babe, relax, you don’t have to be mad … we can talk about this, it’s just Elle-“ Tom took a step closer to Zendaya only for her to take a step back. His heart sank at the gesture and soon enough, his anger was meeting Zendaya’s levels. He wasn’t necessarily angry at her … just at the situation, at Harrison, for putting him into this situation, at Elle for being here.

“You got angry because I didn’t tell you about the messages and the pictures from this creep. How is you not telling me about Elle any different-“

“Because I don’t need protecting from Elle!” Tom was yelling and Zendaya flinched at his tone, her whole body cowering away from him. Tom inwardly cringed at himself, he had only blown up because he didn’t know what Zendaya’s stalker was capable of and he wanted to her to be safe, needed her to be. So, yeah, he always had bouts of anger that arose because he knew Zendaya was too blasé about her physical safety. She’d go out by herself, no security, no Darnell and the thought scared Tom … he was scared something awful would happen to her and he wouldn’t be able to save her.

“I’m not some damsel in distress, Tom.” Zendaya, being the feminist that she was, believed she was capable of being independent. Everyone around her recently had been treating her like glass and it was slowly driving her up the wall.

“But you are!“ Tom didn’t mean it in a demeaning way. He just knew that if it came to the worst of scenarios, it was unlikely that Zendaya would be able to fight off a man who was double her size and taller than her. It was basic common sense. Zendaya had no self defence skills; this creep who was following her could be a serious threat to her life which meant, yes, she was a damsel who did need saving.

“I can take care of myself.” Zendaya’s eyes widened as Tom spoke. She had always prided herself in being a strong, self-dependent woman and she didn’t like that Tom was degrading her to somebody who was neither of those things. With those final words, Zendaya spun around and this time, Tom didn’t stop her. His body was heaving with this pent-up anger and he knew if they continued to fight, he would lash out in a way that neither of them would be able to forgive … so, he let her go.

Zendaya walked out of the villa with nothing on her; no phone, no wallet, no shoes, no car keys … just this heavy weight on her shoulders. She took a seat on the patio stairs, her head falling into her lap as she tried to control her breathing. It was so rare that her and Tom got to spend sufficient time together, she hated fighting with him, but she couldn’t help but be angry right now. Because if the situation were reversed and that was Trevor at one of her parties, Tom’s reaction would have been exactly the same … maybe even worse.

A few tears sprung to her eyes and soon her vision became clouded. The briny tears restricted her face long enough for her to not notice the man stood oddly close to her. As she blinked furiously, her sight was regained only to be restricted once again. However, this time it wasn’t by her tears … it was by a cloth. The cloth was being tied to her head and she scrambled against the oppressive hold violently. Her captor was strong, and she kicked at him furiously – he didn’t budge. Before Zendaya had any time to scream for attention, a gauze was stuffed into her mouth and her scantily clad body was being dragged away from the villa thumping loudly with music … nobody noticed her muffled screams.

There was only one thing circling around in Zendaya’s mind – Tom had been right, she couldn’t protect herself.

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January writing prompts day 3: Crack the spine

This one is an Into the Dark Night ficlet. Content warning: animal (rodent) death and child psychological abuse. In my defense, this was the second idea I had; but the first was boring, so...

Just crack the spine, Tian told himself desperately as he watched the white-furred, red-eyed rats exploring their opaque plastic tub. It’s easy; just one pop. They won’t feel it if you do it right, that’s what Mr. Smith said.

He released his white-knuckled grip from the edge of the wooden table and reach over to the open tub. One of the rats saw him; instead of running to the other side, it walked towards him and stood on its hind legs to sniff his finger. Tian jerked his hand back; the six rats startled as one and sprang into the far corner to freeze stock still, all except for their twitching whiskers. Then slowly, seeing no danger, they began to creep forward and explore once again.

“What are you waiting for, Brother?” Xing asked. She stood beside him, watching the rats without the least bit of interest.

“Maybe you should show him how it’s done, Bai.”

Tian tried not to flinch at the sound of Mr. Smith’s voice coming over the audio system. It made him feel like he was a rat himself, caged and watched.

Xing didn’t seem to mind it; she darted her hand into the tub and pulled out a squealing rat by its tail. Tian wanted to look away, but he was too frozen in horror. The rat looked huge in Xing’s small hand, bigger than any of the fish that they’d ever caught from the lake. His sister eyed the rat coldly as it flopped back and forth, trying to free itself from her grasp. Then a red spark glowed from the depths of her pupils; her thin form outlined in an eerie blue light and with a pop and an acrid scent of ozone, a bolt of electricity flowed from her fingers, down the rat’s tail and into its spine. The animal jerked once, then was still.

“See, Brother?” she said passively. “It’s easy.”

The rat fell with a heavy flop onto the table; Tian couldn’t take his eyes off of it, despite the bile rising in his throat.

“We’re practicing cervical dislocation, Bai,” Mr. Smith’s voice said. “You’ll have plenty of time to play with your power later. Do it the hard way now. Crack the spine.”

The corner of Xing’s mouth turned down slightly at the order, but she reached into the tub again while Tian watched, sweat beading on his brow. Mr. Smith was going to make him try next, he knew it. He also knew that he wouldn’t be able to do it.

The remaining five rats were still blissfully exploring their cage; a couple were standing up and sniffing the air, no doubt trying to figure out what that whiff of ozone meant but apparently unaware that their cagemate was lying dead a foot away. Or maybe they did know, and just didn’t care. They were rats, after all. Like the rat that Tian’s class had kept as a pet last year.

He forcibly pushed that memory from his mind. That world didn’t exist any longer. He wasn’t Tian anymore, he was Hei, and his sister was Bai.

She had pulled out another rat. Instead of holding it up by the tail, she dropped it onto the wooden tabletop and pinned its shoulders between the thumb and index finger of her other hand before it could scrabble away. Her hand barely fit around the thick neck. Immobilize the head, Tian remembered Mr. Smith saying, and pull the tail and shoulders back to separate the cervical vertebrae. Hard. Rats’ spines are tough.

Xing did exactly as Mr. Smith had shown them; but instead of a quiet pop and instant death, the rat screamed and began to flail wildly beneath  her hand. She frowned and pressed down, trying to keep it still, but the added pressure just made it panic more. The rats in the bin were screaming now too, scrabbling desperately at the plastic sides in an attempt to escape whatever was torturing their friend just out of their sight.

“Xing, just kill it!” Tian shouted, his teeth on edge from the painful cries of the animal.

“Mr. Smith said not to use my power,” Xing said. Gripping the rat’s tail, she pulled again; the rat screamed again, and this time it managed to twist in her grip. She gasped and pulled her hand back, a trail of crimson droplets falling to the table.

The rat tried to drag itself away, but she had injured it enough that all it could do was stagger a step or two at a time. Xing watched it, and the horrible cold light ignited in her eyes again.

Tian couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take the squeals and screams of the rats, and he couldn’t take seeing his sister lash out with her inhuman ability on a defenseless animal. As she reached for the injured rat, he pushed her hand aside and pinned the rat’s head, just above the shoulders. Just crack the spine, he told himself. It’s painless if you do it right. It can’t - it can’t stay like this.

He pulled hard on the rat’s lower body as he pulled its head in the opposite direction. There was the faintest of pops, and he felt something tear. The rat went limp in his hand, and he dropped it as if it had bit him. He stared, his heart pounding in his chest; its body was still. The other rats were silent now. Tian wanted to throw up; but at least they were quiet.

In his peripheral vision, he saw Xing start to sway on her feet. “Xing!” He caught her shoulders and helped guide her down to the concrete floor, her eyes fluttering shut. She’d only used a tiny bit of power; she’d wake up again soon.

He crouched there, holding her in his arms, until Mr. Smith’s voice crackled overhead. “There are four rats left, Hei. Continue the exercise.”

“But,” Tian stammered, “I already…”

“Yes. And a sloppy, disgusting job you made of it. We’re only interested in professionals here. Your sister has already proven her devotion to her training.”

“I know, but I’m going to be her bodyguard, right? Just protect her. She can - she can take care of the rats on her own, with her power.” He didn’t want her to. He didn’t want her to be anywhere near this place, learning these horrible things. But they couldn’t go home; there wasn’t anywhere else for them.

“And if it isn’t a rat?” Mr. Smith asked. “If it’s an assassin coming to kill her, and she’s paying her price? What will you do then?”

Tian looked down at his sister, curled in his arms. The tip of her thumb was just brushing her lower lip; he watched as a drop of crimson blood fell from the rat bite to bead in the corner of her mouth.

He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. “Crack the spine,” he whispered. Lowering Xing carefully to the cold floor, he stood and took a deep breath. Then he reached into the tub.

It’s painless if you do it right.