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captainkappa · 4 years ago

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Fanfic:: In Other Hands

When Din and Cobb go to take care of some slavers, Cobb is disarmed and has to improvise with the weapons that have fallen off Din’s utility belt.

Din/cobb, post-season 2, canon-typical violence

Shout out to coffeequill for betaing!

Link to AO3

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As Cobb picks off another slaver running in fear of his life, he realizes how regular this is becoming. And it has all started with a meeting with the new self-proclaimed ‘King of Tatooine.’

He has invited all kinds of authority to Jabba’s old palace, now his. Even though Mos Peglo isn’t on the map anymore, Cobb wakes up to a stern-faced woman at his front door all the same. The conversation on the ride over hasn’t been great, but it does confirm the rumor that floated around Tatooine in the past few weeks.

The new king is the Boba Fett.

He has heard stories about Boba Fett, who hadn’t? Late enough in a cantina in Mos Eisley, it wouldn’t take long before someone started talking about their buddy who had family who had a friend who got taken in by the famed bounty hunter, never to return.

So yeah, Cobb is man enough to admit that, as he’s led through the dark, old palace, he is a little on edge. At the door, no one even asks for his blaster, which is a clear enough message as he’d ever heard.

His heart damn near plummets when he faces the man himself though.

Because if he is the rightful owner of the suit of armor Cobb had, he is properly fucked.

And damn did he ever look better in it, all polished and properly painted. He could see the glint of what might be his old armor behind him, on proud display.

Cobb tries to shake himself out of his fear and take in the rest of the room. The woman who led him there takes position on the other side of Fett. There are other people in the chamber, clearly all from Tatooine, looking just as scrappy as he. He tries his best to look his most mayoral as Fett starts talking about his plans for the planet. It is… far more humanitarian than he expected, with plans laid out for wiping out the slavers who take more than they give.

Cobb instantly likes Fett way more.

Then he is asking they introduce themselves and when the line gets to Cobb, he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m Cobb Vanth, marshal of Mos Pelgo. And I hoped Mando mentioned that I wasn’t the one to destroy the jetpack.”

Boba looks at him for a moment before letting out a laugh that echoed in the chamber. He turns around to face the suit of armor.

But then it moves.

He can’t help the words coming out of his mouth, interrupting the new king.

“Mando, is that you?”

And with that, the entire meeting is thrown into disarray. Cobb barely pays attention to the others as he meets Mando halfway up the steps to clasp his hand in both of his, making sure he’s real. Questions are flying out of his mouth a mile a minute; where’s the kid? When did he get back? How the hell do he and Boba know each other?

Mando and Boba share a look and with a shrug, the king dismisses them, the other authority figures looking confused as Mando leads him back into the palace, where they can catch up in peace.

Cobb tries not to think about how Mando’s hand doesn’t leave his until they’ve arrived at the room.

It’s been a couple of months since they first met, but Mando keeps making his way in Cobb’s memories. He tries to play it off as simple appreciation, he can appreciate the pure physicality of everything Mando had done, that was normal. But the longer he thinks about how Mando handled his son, the affection that could be stored in shoulders and head tilts, he has to admit that he’s harboring something else fiercely in his heart.

But those thoughts leave temporarily as Mando describes everything that happened since he left and Maker, if it doesn’t bring a tear to his eye seeing the restraint to which he described being separated from his son. Cobb can tell he’s not telling him everything that happened that day, but he doesn’t mind. Thankfully, Mando has managed to get contact of the Jedi since then, so he can see him and visit occasionally, but it’s just not the same.

Cobb is considering putting his hand on top of Mando’s when there’s a knock at the door and Boba, helmetless, lets himself in. He’s just as intimidating a figure with or without it, scars telling enough of a story as to the character of the man who proclaimed himself king.

Conversation flits between business and pleasure, stories about Boba, Mando, and Fennec on Tatooine. It’s clear the three of them have been planet side for a couple of weeks, if the body language between them is anything to go by. Cobb lets himself feel a little offended before letting it go. Mando clearly had some shit to parse through and Boba and Fennec had been there for him.

Any anxiety Cobb had about meeting the king has left. He leaves the palace with a scheduled date to take out some slavers near Mos Pelgo.

-=-

And now here Cobb is, a couple missions in, ducked behind some crates, picking off slavers one by one as they run out of the cave where Mando has since been let loose. He’s almost sad to miss seeing how Mando fights, especially if the terrified looks of those who thought they’d escaped are anything to do by.

It’s just them on this mission. He takes small pride when Mando vouched for his skill in front of Fett, letting him know they didn’t need any more help. It’s nice to know he’s earned Mando’s trust.

Ducking behind the crate, he’s swapping out power cells when Mando gets thrown out of the cave, rolling with a low grunt. He’s quickly followed by three of the biggest guy’s Cobb has ever seen, human all of them.

“Mando!”

He gets a hand waved at him for his trouble as Mando staggers to his feet, pulling out the spear on his back. At one point, Cobb had wondered if it was just decorative, but seeing Mando fight with it, as it sings in the air, the impact it makes on arms and heads, reveals it to be anything but.

But his fancy fighting with the goons isn’t helping him in a three on one match, especially with how long they’ve been at it already.

He takes another solid hit and goes flying farther away from Cobb, items from his belt going spinning into the sand.

Cobb shoves the battery pack in the blaster and tries to take a couple shots at the slavers before the trigger clicks.

Jammed.

“Dank farrik,” he yells, slapping the side of the blaster. All that gets him is a stinging palm.

He glances up to see all three goons going for Mando. Thinking quick, he fishes the knife he keeps stored in his boot and chucks it at the closest guy, only it goes lower than expected and pings off the armor.

Shit.

Cobb quickly scans for any weapon available as he hears Mando continue to get his ass handed to him. There’s a knife, but Cobb doesn’t trust his aim a second time, but it’s the thing beside it that catches his eye. It looks like a hilt, with what must be a spring-loaded blade inside, even if the size seems wrong for such a weapon.

As if he can tell what he’s thinking, Mando yells from across the way, “Don’t touch it!”

Well, with an invitation like that.

Cobb knows he’ll only have one shot at this. He vaults over the crate and scoops up the hilt. He gets a brief glance at it, figures the best place to hold it without hurting himself before charging in.

He takes a running leap before latching himself around the closest guy. He pulls his arm back for a swing.

He pushes the button and instead of a vibro-blade, a jet-black beam of light cuts through the man’s head as smooth as bantha butter.

“Fuck!” Cobb yells, falling off the man as his other arm screams in pain. He scrambles off the man’s back as he falls forward, dead as a doornail.

The blade stays there, letting out a faint humming as it lies in the sand, partially buried from where the man fell. The sand bubbles around the blade, heating up impossibly fast as it sits there, looking like a hole to the middle of the planet against the glare of the sand.

Before he can comprehend the power of the sword, a noise in front of him told him Mando still had trouble on his hands.

Cobb struggles to his feet, trying to pull out the blade as cleanly as possible before walking forward.

“Hey!” he yells, throat going dry as he catches a glance at the state of Mando, shoulders heaving and armor not looking terribly pretty.

That at least gets one of the goon’s attention, who looks at the blade in his hand and at his dead buddy.

“Leave ‘im alone.”

The guy doesn’t appreciate that and gets out his own blade, long and curved like a machete, before charging.

Cobb has never been a swordfighter, so he tries to go with motion that felt natural, a two-handed grip as he raises the sword to block the incoming attack.

He’s not expecting the blade to cut through the knife like it’s nothing. His balance thrown off, he tries to use the momentum to shove into the other man, forcing him to stumble back.

The other man looks just as surprised as Cobb feels, but he has a slightly better grip on the strange weapon. He takes the slavers hesitation to lunge with a swipe to the chest. The man goes down quick, a visible molten line through his armor.

It’s at that instant the smell of burn hair and flesh hits him. He falls to his knees, blade slipping through his fingers. He hears it sizzle and pop against the sand, but he can’t bring himself to right it.

He doesn’t know how long he stares at what lay before him.

“Cobb?” His head snaps up as he sees Mando blocking one of the suns. His armor is littered with blaster residue and a pauldron is hanging to his arm by a thread.

He should ask if he’s okay, if he’s handled the other guy.

“What the fuck is that?” he asks instead, pointing to the black blade.

Mando’s shoulder’s drop in a way that makes him expect a lecture, but then the Mandalorian stiffens, rushing to his side with a speed he wouldn’t have expected after that fight.

“You’re hurt!” And Cobb looks down at where he is looking before quickly looking away.

His left vambrace has been cut in two. Cobb only gets a glance at the wound before he has to look away, gut clenching. There is a huge gash on his arm that already looks cauterized.

“Easy, easy,” Mando says quietly, head suddenly right by his shoulder. “C’mon.”

“I can still walk,” Cobb says. He can tell he’s not convinced as steadier hands help him to his feet.

He swears he can hear Mando laugh as the wind kicks up and he feels his scarf be pulled up over his nose.

The last thing he hears before he passes out is Mando’s low voice saying, “We’ll be back at Boba’s soon.”

-=-

When Cobb wakes up, his head feels like it weighs as much as a bantha.

He puts two and two together when his head lolls around and he glimpses at the dim room around him, at white bandages around his arm. With no room looking nearly this nice at Mos Pelgo, he must be in Boba’s palace and he must be pumped full of drugs after the fight.

There’s movement close to his arm and he looks up and Mando is right there, beside him, fidgeting with something.

“Hey,” Cobb says, hoping the feeling of cotton in his mouth will pass.

Mando sits up straighter, visor turning to face him. “Hey, how do you feel?”

“Like my arm has been trampled to death, but it’s attached, so I can’t be too mad. You alright?”

He gets a head tilt at that. “I’m not the one in the medical wing.”

Cobb waves him away with his good arm. “Yeah, yeah, but you still took a beating from those guys.”

The helmet ducks down, and Cobb bites his lip to avoid blabbing about how cute the gesture is. “I’m fine.”

Cobb clicks his tongue. “Now don’t you go looking like that.”

Another head tilt, but Cobb continues, “If you feel bad about what happened back there, don’t. I won’t hear of it. You told me not to touch the laser sword and I still did. And I’d do it again if it meant saving your hide.”

He blanches, having wanted to keep that last part to his chest.

Mando, to his credit, doesn’t comment on it. He reaches down and unclips the hilt from his side and ignites it. Cobb can’t help but flinch back into the bed as it comes to life, humming in that eerie way as it did in the desert. It’s somehow more striking here, the glowing outline more obvious in the dim light of the room.

“It’s called a darksaber, Mando begins, “I won it on Moff Gideon’s ship by accident. It… it’s a symbol of authority and power for Mandalorians.”

“Oh, is that all?”

That gets him a huff of a laugh from Mando as he extinguishes the blade and slips it back on. A quiet descends into the room. Now, Cobb can handle silence and he can handle being still. He just can’t handle both at the same time.

“I hope Boba doesn’t charge me for room and board.”

“He was impressed, said you could stay here as long as needed.”

Oh. The knot of worry that had appeared out of nowhere unravels in Cobb’s chest. He’d been at least expecting a debt of some kind, hackles still raised even if he liked the man, the distrust of authority running deep.

“We’ll probably get called for more jobs after you’re healed, though.”

“That sounds like the opposite of a problem,” Cobb says with a smirk.

A sudden tiredness floats over him like a blanket and he closes his eyes for what feels like a second but could be any amount of time.

There’s a moment where he thinks Mando has left the room, before he registers the feeling of soft fingers on his hand. He cracks open an eye and sees Mando still sitting where he was, his gloves off as he runs his thumb over his knuckles, catching in scars and pocket marks Cobb had collected throughout the years.

Cobb shifts and Mando’s hand stills. Acting on instinct and ignoring the feeling that floods through him, he holds Mando’s hand as tightly as he dare with the bandage.

“You’re supposed to be asleep,” Mando says, voice quiet.

“I just woke up.”

Mando lets out a huff that might be considered a laugh. “You were only asleep for half an hour.”

“Alright, then you gotta go to bed too.”

“Cobb…”

“Mando…”

“It’s Din.”

He swallows down his feelings once more, not trusting himself in this drugged up state to say more. “Alright, Din, go to bed. You got roughed up too.”

“Alright,” his voice trails off but then he’s clearing his throat and saying, “Thank you. I- I haven’t had the chance to say that yet.”

This time, Cobb is able to keep the words close to his chest as he drifts back to sleep.

Anytime, partner.

#dincobb #cobbdin #marshmando #din djarin x cobb vanth #din/cobb #kappa writes #my fanfic #the mandalorian #star wars #sw #a totally different star wars ship jump started this idea #because why shouldn't cobb get his hands on the darksaber?#also omg im v nervous posting this idk if im 100% satisfied with it

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spookybreadstick · 4 years ago

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Hello! Congrats on 100 followers!anyways im requesting a premium matchup.

- I'm nonbinary (vae/vaer/xe/xem/they/then)

- Demisexual Omni

- I like to read, write, draw, and generally do those sorts of creative things

-I definitely don't like being forced to talk, have physical contact with other people, and move around, it kinda just makes me almost crash except im on edge and paranoid but nothing's processing

-Personality type is INTP-T

-Sun Sign is Pisces, Moon Sign is Gemini, and my ascendant is a Leo

-I'm fairly tall, 5 feet 9 inches (175.26 centimeters) to be exact

-I'm very pale and skinny

-I have naturally red hair, on the darker side, it's think and wavy

-It may possibly be in a grown out mullet to but who knows?

-I have blue/green/grey eyes that almost always have bag under

-My style is kinda just button down, flannels, plaids, turtlenecks, tank tops, hoodies, sweaters, trenchcoat (i have this one dark purple one that i love), vests, wide brimmed hats, bennies, jeans, skirts, knee high and thigh high socks, and boots

-My love language is Quality Time

-No gender preference

-Blacklist: Jeff the Killer, Ben, Toby or any of the slender brothers

-Extra info:

-ADHD, anxiety, and insomnia (on meds for all of them)

-I need reminders to take our meds, eat, use the bathroom, generally anything thats just basic hygine or health

-We have a hard time showing affection and empathy

-I've been told i have a bit of a resting bitch face

-I tend to bottle up emotions

-I'm semi-verbal and not big on physical contact (though I do like late night cuddles and kisses)

-I don't like people, I'm generally not good with them

-I have some motor tics

-If I have a panic attack it tends to trigger a tic attack if I'm able to calm down quickly (like.. less then five minutes)

-I like most music other than country and christian

-I tend to overwork myself alot (Without doing anything most of the time)

-I love stargazing and watching stars

-Driving around in the woods late at night? love it

-I also find bathing together romantic for some reason

-If I'm scared, or freak out or something bad happens; generally just if my brain goes from clam or really any feelings to panic then my brain kinda forces us to dissociate and it blocks out what happened

-I also don't move when that happens

-Random stim is just softly blowing air through my mouth

-One of my tics is well I'll put my arms over my head, my forearms pressed up against the back for my head and the top of my head tilted towards my knees and if i try to move my leg just twitchs (its whacked me in the head a few times) it usually last a minute or two

-Oh yeah my name is Ares (like the god of War)

Anyways hope thats enough info for you 😘 love ya breadstick/p hope you have a good day

you sent this in twice (no worries) but basically had the same information so i just combined them both into one! :) hope that’s okay!

few things about your ask i’d like to mention: a) this was so hard, i was so torn between two of the pastas but in the end I picked EJ although really it could have been either of the two tbh b) i like reading and writing too! c) i’ve always thought that red hair is so beautiful c) my ascendant is Leo as well! d) you’re like the third or fourth person i’ve done a match-up for that has a mullet look going on! you all should start a club or something lol! e) i’ve been told i have resting sad/stressed out face. like i’ll be totally calm but apparently i just look nervous or upset? f) that name is so cool omg!

💝💝💝 I Match You With: EJ!

Similar Likes: reading (or in his case, being read to), listening to music, drawing (he used to anyway and he still likes to doodle),

Similar Dislikes: being forced to talk to or interact with people, physical touch when it’s not wanted,

Why You'd Make A Good Match: EJ needs somebody who’s a romantic type like you to get him to open up to people and to realize that he’s somebody worth loving. Being with you makes him actually enjoy his life. In return, you get a caring and protective boyfriend. He will always be sure to remind you to take care of yourself (he’s especially on top of your medications, because he keeps them in a special little pill box in his ‘office’). He can’t cook for you unfortunately, but he will always remind you when it’s time to eat. And for times when you’re non or semi verbal, he will become shockingly good at guessing what you need or want. At the start, it will be rough to convey what you’re ‘saying’ since he can’t see you very well, but he is a fast learner and will pick up on your own little ‘language’.

Potential Relationship Clashes: Just as you can rely on EJ for your needs, there are some things that he will have to rely on you for. He will sometimes need you to be his eyes, and to help him with simple tasks that require more of his sight than he has. EJ’s pretty good about handling himself, but he will sometimes need a helping hand and as his partner he would like you to be the one to do it but he also doesn’t want to stress you out. Also, just a minor thing, but if you’re stimming or ticcing then you’ll have to let him know (in the beginning at least, before gets properly accustomed to your sounds and sudden movements) so he doesn’t get confused about what’s happening.

What He Loves The Most About You: EJ loves just being with you because you make him happy. You also give him purpose and make him feel good about himself, that he can take care of somebody and love them (thus making him definitely not the monster he fears he is, because monsters don’t know how to love). You just make him happy, and he hopes he makes you feel the same.

#💝#this-person-who-does-stuff #Matchup #creepypasta matchups #Matchups #EJ #ej creepypasta #💝 matchups #spookybreadstick

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rulesofroleplay · 6 years ago

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things to include in rp blogs’ rules!

note: these are not all necessary, but commonly found/are things that potential partners may look for before following!

content warnings:

are you okay with writing nsfw/do you plan to?

do you/how do you tag your triggers? so people can block them.

do you plan to post a lot of ooc? if so, is there a certain tag you will use that partners can filter?

are you okay with writing toxic relationships/r*pe and other triggers?

does your muse’s backstory contain triggers that may be mentioned a lot?

will you be posting discourse? how will you tag it?

will you reblog callouts? if so, will you tag them?

will you post vagues or other drama? how will you tag them?

any common triggers that your blog will likely contain?

etiquette:

can personals follow you? if they can, can they reblog/like threads? will you block them on sight? what if they’re your friends? if their rp blog is a sideblog of their personal, should they message you first to let you know, or assume that you will check it out/message them?

do you practice inbox karma? (people should only reblog the rp meme from you if they’ve sent the prompt to you, first)

are you bothered by people posting a lot of ooc? is it okay as long as they tag it (so you can filter it?)

do you send in passwords to show you’ve read rules? does your rules page have a password?

do you like to be reminded to respond to a thread? if so, how should they? (PM, inbox, discord, etc.)

do you expect to be notified if a thread is dropped? do you drop threads? how long will it take for you to drop a thread or ship for inactivity?

do you tend to use the block button liberally? what are some reasons for you blocking?

about interacting/rping with you:

are you a multimuse or singlemuse?

are you mutuals only?

will you roleplay crossovers, or only in-fandom?

will you write with duplicates? will you follow duplicates? or will you block on sight, or merely not interact? if someone ships with you, do you expect that they not ship with a duplicate? (ship exclusives)

will you write with multimuses? with personals?

are there types of ships (or if you writing a canon muse, specific ships) you won’t write? such as large age gaps (recommend putting a number), etc.

will you be doing mains/exclusives?

do you expect fast/slow replies?

should they match your length?

do you prefer long/short replies?

do you care if your partner has fancy graphics/themes?

do you expect your partner to use icons?

should your partner use formatting? (especially if you have eyesight problems; many people are willing to accommodate and not use formatting for threads they have with you)

how active are you?

how long will it take for you to unfollow someone for inactivity? does this change if they have a hiatus notice?

are you open to shipping?

if you’re writing a canon muse: are you selective with ocs? will you write with ocs that are related to a canon character/your muse? is your muse canon divergent in important ways? if your muse is canonly in a relationship with someone, is it okay for a person with your muse’s canon partner to assume a ship with you?

are you singleship or multiship? or one ship per verse? do you only ship with one version of a character? are you looking for romantic ships/have any in mind that you’re hopeful about writing?

do you like plotting? if so, should they have an idea for a plot before they message you?

how busy are you with out-of-rp life?

a link to a credits page, if applicable.

a link to your psa tag.

a link to your wishlist/desired plots tag.

a link to your muses’ relationship page, if applicable.

a link to your verses page.

a link to your mains / exclusives page, if applicable.

more non-mun related:

a link to your rpthreadtracker if you have one

will you follow genderbends? (here are some links on why people don’t like them, though be aware that not all trans people agree whether they’re bad or not, and, especially you’re cis, you should educate yourself first before making a personal opinion)

are there certain fandoms you won’t interact with? for example, if they squick/trigger you, if you don’t like the fandom, or if the content itself is harmful to you.

are there certain ages of muns / characters you won’t interact with?

& other things you do or do not take into account when following?

any disclaimers about your muse? (ex: if you write saitama from one punch man, his character is based on the fact that he can beat anybody, so while it may seem like godmodding if he wins any fight to someone who doesn’t know the series, if you add that in your rules that it’s to be expected, people will be aware when they follow you)

a link to your tag navigation page.

a mun section/about you:

how old you are. some people only like following people in their age range, or refuse to follow minors, or refuse to follow adults, simply because it makes them uncomfortable. this also goes by trust, but it is important to include if you want to write smut; if you’re under 18, this is illegal. if you don’t want to say a specific age, an age range (ex: 14-16, 21+, 18+, etc. is fine)

a name you go by. this can be an alias, whatever, since a lot of people aren’t out to their family online, or generally don’t want their life here to be connected to irl stuff/keeping it separate. most people use nicknames here, and it’s expected. don’t suggest adding your (real) last name, but that’s up to you. this is mostly for stranger danger purposes

what languages do you speak? and which are you willing to rp in? is english your first language? do you want to be corrected if you make grammatical/spelling errors, or not worry about it?

any triggers/disorders you have! optional, of course, but for example i have adhd, and if people are aware of that, they can be accommodating and more patient with replies, since adhd makes it hard to focus. triggers or squicks, i.e. things that make you uncomfortable/that you would rather not see, can also be tagged for you!

pronouns you use!! people might want to talk about you/to you and want to make sure that they don’t misgender you.

race/ethnicity/gender/orientation. again, optional, but if you intend to talk a lot about discourse, or write a muse of color/lgbt muse, it can be important. such as, if you are a white person that writes a muse of color, this is kinda a preface to be like ‘disclaimer: i don’t know what it’s like to be a person of color, and if i get anything wrong, please let me know!!’ or, similarly, as an example, if you talk in discourse about whether or not non-lesbians should be able to say d*ke (a slur used against lesbians), and you’re not a lesbian, saying that you aren’t is important for readers’ perspective. because, while allies can definitely be heard, it’s important that members of whatever minority have more weight based on their experience as a marginalized person.

any interests you have! people often like getting to know you, and it helps to make friends of rp partners! so if you are interested in similar things, this might be a way for them to start a conversation

do you do commissions? for art/themes, etc. if so, how would one approach you?

links to other social media or other blogs on tumblr! optional ofc, but pretty common, especially adding discord tags, because tumblr IMs is not always the best place to talk.

#rph #roleplay help #mod c

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lets-talk-appella · 6 years ago

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Don’t Touch Her

Bechloe Week Day Three - Drunk Texting

Summary: Getting drunk texts from Chloe is nothing new for Beca. However, when the messages become a little alarming, Beca races into action. Potentially triggering interaction in a bar, though very brief.

Word Count: 3.5 k

AO3 and FFN

Beca reclined on the fold out bed she shared with her best friend, casually scrolling through Instagram on her phone. She ‘liked’ a picture of Aubrey and Stacie together, as well as one of Emily celebrating the end of her semester. Her thumb hesitated over a picture of Jesse with his new dog, unsure whether they’d become good enough friends since their mutual breakup for her to ‘like’ his photos. After debating for a moment, she decided that the dog was cute and hit the button.

After another few minutes of mindless scrolling, Beca set down her phone with a sigh, locking the screen. She looked dejectedly around the small apartment she shared with Chloe and Amy, hoping something interesting would catch her eye. Nothing did.

She glanced hopefully to her right, wondering what Amy was doing, only to see the Australian sprawled out on her back, clearly fast asleep, her mouth hanging open. Beca sighed again. She liked a quiet night in every now and then, sure, but this was a little ridiculous.

It was kind of embarrassing, actually, how bored she was without Chloe there. She wasn’t sure when it had happened, but somehow, she’d started to rely on having Chloe around in the evenings to hang out with. The apartment without her in it seemed smaller and dingier.

Beca missed her best friend more than she cared to admit. Chloe not being with her felt wrong.

She knew she was being dramatic. Chloe had only gone out bar hopping for the evening, so it wasn’t like she was on some major trip across the country. Beca was only put out about it because it had been a spontaneous decision of Chloe’s to “re-live her crazy glory days” and Beca hadn’t been able to make plans of her own.

Chloe had invited her along, of course, but Beca had declined. It was a Thursday night, and she had to work the next day. Besides, she found bars less appealing after her last experience, which had involved far too much tequila and far too little time to make it to a toilet before she’d hurled her guts out on the middle of a dance floor. So, Chloe had gone out alone.

Beca was broken from the unpleasant, tequila-filled memory by a short buzz from her phone. She snatched it up immediately, smiling when she saw a text notification from Chloe. She unlocked her phone, already guessing what the message would be.

Heeyyy Becs another move, at the plus now love you lots be good

Beca rolled her eyes affectionately. Chloe always told her when she was changing bars so that Beca knew where she was. She’d already gotten three similar texts and figured this would be the last one; The Plus was Chloe’s favorite bar and was only three blocks away from their apartment, so she’d probably head home after she finished there. Beca pushed on the text and typed her response.

Thanks dude, be safe.

Chloe replied a few seconds later, always quick to respond to Beca.

youre so nice beca alwyas you care abt me

Beca stifled her laugh. She could tell that Chloe, typically good with grammar and spelling, must be more than slightly tipsy. She typed out a reply.

Of course I care. Almost done?

Chloe got back to her nearly instantly.

Almost i'm pretty gone had 3 shots and 2 mojito already

Beca frowned slightly. Chloe could handle her alcohol, but that was kind of a lot even for her. Bars tend to make their mixed drinks strong, so the mojitos were especially concerning. Still frowning, Beca sent a quick response.

Maybe it’s time to slow down?

She had to wait a little longer for Chloe’s reply, the unusual delay making her wonder if she’d offended Chloe with her suggestion. But then, her phone buzzed in her hand once, twice, three times, until she had a string of messages from Chloe.

bec theres a really nice guy

hes bying shots for evryn

no just me

this guy is buying drinks

hes so nice

I like shots

Beca read through the messages quickly, her worry increasing with each one. Chloe was entering scary drunk territory, and some random guy was encouraging it. Beca closed her eyes, berating herself for not going out with Chloe. It had been dumb to let her go to drink alone. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Chloe; she didn’t trust this mystery guy.

She opened her eyes, needing to respond to Chloe to gauge how drunk she really was. Though, even as Beca frantically typed into her phone, she already had a good idea of where Chloe was at based on the look of her messages.

Chlo, drink some water for a bit. What’s this guy’s name?

She hit send, only to receive even more messages from her best friend.

he ask about you

well asked why im alone

told him my beca is at home

he got me another drink

Beca jumped off the bed, her heart racing. She didn’t like the questions this guy was apparently asking. It had gone on long enough. Chloe needed to come home.

She paced around the apartment, half wanting to wake Amy to ask what she thought. With slightly shaking fingers, she typed out a message to Chloe.

Come home, please. I’m worried.

As soon as it sent, another text from Chloe appeared. Beca groaned; she knew Chloe hadn’t read her last message. She devoured the texts from Chloe as they appeared.

im tired

feel fnny

he keeeps tuching me

he want my phone

Beca’s blood turned to ice. The air rushed from her lungs as if she’d been punched in the stomach. No. What had that guy done? Put something in one of Chloe’s many drinks?

Even before her brain had time to fully register the wave of panic rising in her throat, Beca spun to the front door, nearly tripping over a pair of Chloe’s boots on the floor as she grabbed a jacket and her keys. She shoved her feet into her shoes, only bothering to tie them because she knew she’d be running. She flew out of the apartment, the door slamming behind her (sorry Amy), pounding her thumb onto the call icon next to Chloe’s name in her phone. She launched herself down the stairs of their apartment building at breakneck speed as the ringtone sounded in her hear.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” she chanted as she ran. The phone rang and rang until her call was sent abruptly to voicemail. She slipped at the sound of Chloe’s recorded request to leave a message and tumbled down the last few stairs, sliding to land painfully on her butt. With barely a thought to her own injuries, she forced herself up impatiently and pressed the call icon again, plowing through the exit door to arrive on the street.

She turned in the direction of The Plus bar and started running, drawing more than a few stares from passersby. She knew she might be overreacting, but Chloe was her best friend. Chloe was the most important person in her life.

Chloe wasn’t answering her phone. Beca swore and tried again, not intending to give up anytime soon. She was panting, feet pounding against the pavement, choking on her breath and on her fear. Absurdly, she felt like she was in one of the many action movies Jesse had talked her into watching while they’d dated.

Chloe still didn’t answer her phone.

But it didn’t matter because Beca could see the sign for the bar. She stopped trying to call Chloe and instead snatched her ID from its pocket on her phone case, sprinting up to the bouncer at the door and thrusting the ID into his hands.

“Woah, there, in a hurry?” the bouncer asked, shining his light on her ID before reaching to hand it back.

“What does it look like?” she snapped, ripping her card from his outstretched hand and shoving past him into the bar.

It was fairly crowded inside for a Thursday, sweaty bodies writhing around, most holding some sort of liquid in the bar’s plastic cups. Despite the number of people present, Beca’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the red hair she spotted at the bar, knowing in her heart that it was Chloe. She had always been able to find Chloe in a crowd, as if some invisible thread existed between them, pulling them together.

She made a beeline toward Chloe, eyes on the guy standing much too close to her. Beca shoved through the crowd, most of them parting automatically when they saw her to seek cover from her rage. When she got closer, she could see the large number of empty glasses in front of Chloe. She also saw the guy’s hand on Chloe’s back. He had her phone, too, moved away from her and set facedown next to his own drink farther along the bar.

Beca’s stomach tightened, her blood boiling. That’s why Chloe hadn’t been answering: she couldn’t.

She was on them in an instant. She grabbed his wrist and flung his hand away from Chloe, barreling in between them and forcing him back several steps. She only took a moment to glance at Chloe, all wide and confused blue eyes, before she turned on the guy who’d been way too close to her best friend.

“Get away from her!” Beca yelled right in his stupid, surprised face. He was older than them, and bigger, with dark hair and small eyes.

“Bec?” Chloe’s voice, slurred and confused, almost made her turn around, but she knew she couldn’t let the man out of her sight.

He sneered at her, leaning in to say in a nasally voice, “Go fuck yourself, we were having a good time.”

Beca snarled at him and snatched Chloe’s phone from the bar, shoving it into a pocket, her own phone in her other. “That involved making sure she couldn’t call for help?”

She felt familiar hands rest on her back, clutching at her jacket. Beca reached back her right hand without taking her eyes from the man, calming slightly when Chloe’s fingers laced with hers.

“Listen, bitch,” the man said, “Ginger here is going to come with me, and you’re going to leave and forget you saw anything.”

Beca’s mouth filled with bile and her fingers tightened on Chloe’s. He wouldn’t take her. Not over her dead body.

“Yeah, that’s not happening,” she spit back. “She and I leave together.” She raised her voice so that Chloe could hear her and said, “Chloe, we’re going home.”

Chloe clung tighter to her, mumbling inaudibly and Beca felt her stand unsteadily from her stool.

“I don’t think so,” the man growled. He reached around Beca, trying to grab Chloe again.

Beca saw red.

“Don’t touch her!” she shouted, swinging her left hand up in a fist. Her punch connected solidly with the side of his face, jerking his head back and making him stumble away from them. Chloe screamed, drawing the attention of everyone around them.

Chaos erupted in Beca’s mind, her only goal to get Chloe out safely. Chloe’s hand was still in hers so she whipped around to support Chloe, leading her rapidly to the exit. She heard the man calling obscenities after them, but he didn’t follow. Beca risked a glance over her shoulder to see that several other guys, including the bartender, were holding him back, preventing him from getting to them.

Beca fought a path through the crowd, never losing contact with Chloe. She stumbled once, her foot having caught on someone else’s, but Chloe supported her surprisingly well and they made their way to the exit. For a moment, she thought she was going to have to punch the bouncer, too, to get through; he stood, blocking her way, only to move aside at the last second to let them pass. Once they made it out of the bar, he moved back in place and she understood – he was making sure they weren’t followed.

She fully intended to race home but was dragged to a halt after only a couple of feet by the hand holding hers. Shocked, she turned, wondering if Chloe had forgotten something. But Chloe released her hand to teeter alarmingly to the side of the building, leaned forward, and was sick against it. Beca was there instantly, holding her hair back, grimly relieved. If that creep had put anything in her drink, it was gone now.

She waited for Chloe to finish, finally registering the throbbing in her left hand. She internally berated herself for not punching the man somewhere softer, but it had still done the trick. It had gotten him away from her best friend. Fury rose in Beca, and she was tempted to run back inside the bar to hit the man again, as many times as possible.

However, reason kicked in and she forgot her rage when Chloe, wiping her mouth, straightened up to look at her. She was shaking, whether from adrenaline or from being sick Beca wasn’t sure. Without hesitation, Beca slipped off her jacket and put it around Chloe, trying to comfort her.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s over,” Beca soothed, her hands sliding up and down Chloe’s arms bracingly.

Chloe blinked at her, attempting to clear some of the alcohol haze from her mind. “You found me,” she said, looking at Beca like she’d put the stars in the sky.

“Of course,” Beca replied softly. “I’ll always find you. I’ll always be there.”

Chloe nodded jerkily. Beca hated how pale she looked, how shaky she still felt under her touch. Her anger spiked again, but this time at herself for not accompanying Chloe and for not checking on her immediately after leaving the bar.

“Thanks, Bec,” mumbled Chloe. “’M really drunk.”

Beca couldn’t stop the small, crooked smile that formed at Chloe’s words. “I know,” she said. “That’s okay. I’m here. Let’s go home?”

Chloe nodded and Beca turned away, only to feel Chloe’s hand land on her arm and pull. She knew what Chloe wanted and opened her arms, enveloping Chloe in a hug. She smelled like alcohol and sweat, but Beca squeezed her tight, thankful that the bar was in running distance from their apartment. She didn’t know what she’d have done if she’d lost Chloe.

The hug went on for a while, until Chloe was the first to move away. She looked better, more herself, and Beca knew it was time to go. The man had to come out of the bar eventually.

“Come on,” she said gently, pulling on Chloe’s hand and lacing their fingers together. Chloe smiled down happily at their entwined hands, making butterflies burst in Beca’s stomach. They walked like that all the way to their apartment, Beca making sure Chloe didn’t trip over anything on the way.

Chloe handled the stairs surprisingly well, only stumbling once. Beca’s tailbone ached at the memory of her own tumble, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was that she’d gotten to Chloe.

The door flew open the instant they reached the landing, Amy’s wide eyes greeting them.

“Thank God!” she exclaimed. “I was worried! And I’ve already opened the door like that for two other people, because I thought they were you coming up the steps. Aca-awkward.”

Chloe laughed weakly and Beca’s heart relaxed at the sound. She was going to be okay.

Moving into the apartment and locking the door behind them, Beca explained, “Yeah, there was a little emergency. We’re okay now, though.”

“Mmm, Beca punched a creeper,” Chloe slurred, still far from sober but looking better with every passing minute.

Amy raised her eyebrows and nodded once. “Good on you, I hate a dumb creeper.”

“They’re the worst!” Chloe exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air in exasperation. “But Beca saved me. I love Beca,” she sighed, making Beca’s stomach somersault.

Amy looked at Beca delightedly and opened her mouth, clearly about to make a comment.

“Don’t,” Beca cut her off. “She’s drunk.”

“Oookayyy,” Amy drew out, wiggling her eyebrows excessively.

Beca rolled her eyes and nudged Chloe to the kitchen. “Water, bathroom, then to bed with you, drunko,” she instructed, giving Chloe a little push toward the fridge.

“Okay, okay,” Chloe huffed, blinking a lot. “You know, Beca, if you’d just come out with me in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.”

Beca winced at the truth in the statement, internally vowing to never let it happen again. Then, she frowned.

“Wait, was this just a ploy to get me to go to bars with you in the future?”

Chloe only giggled as she attempted to pour water into a glass, nearly spilling it everywhere. Beca immediately moved to help her, taking the pitcher from her hands. From behind, she heard Amy make a whip cracking noise and rolled her eyes.

Chloe drank deeply from her water, finishing it before she set it down with a wink at Beca.

“I’m gonna shower, you wanna join?” she asked, swaying slightly.

Ignoring the heat that rose to her face, Beca firmly said, “No, and you are not going to shower. You’d slip and fall and die. You’re going to brush your teeth then go to bed, yeah?”

Chloe jutted out her lower lip into a pout but nodded and made her way to the bathroom, drawing the shower curtain closed behind her.

Beca plopped down at the kitchen table with a groan and covered her eyes. It had been a long night. She heard Amy walk to the fridge and open the freezer, rummaging around before closing it. A chair was pulled out from beside Beca, and she looked up to see Amy settle down in it, offering her a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a towel.

“For your hand,” Amy said in response to Beca’s questioning look. “If I know you, it was a left hook to that asshole’s face.”

Beca took the peas with a tight smile and pressed it against her hand, soothing the ache instantly.

“And if I know Chloe, I’ll bet that tonight was a lot scarier than she’s making it out to be,” Amy continued quietly, unusually serious.

Beca nodded and sighed. “Yeah, I was freaking out. It was bad. He kept touching her and he’d taken her phone.”

Amy frowned at that, tapping her fingers on the table. “I’m surprised she didn’t punch him herself. She must have been completely smashed.”

Beca’s lips tightened, her voice strained as she replied, “She was. If I hadn’t gone over…” she couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence. Nausea rolled her stomach and she had to close her eyes until it passed.

“Hey,” Amy’s hand on her arm brought her back to the present and she reopened her eyes. “Don’t think about that. You went, you saw, you punched, and now you’re both safe. That’s what matters.”

With a deep breath, Beca nodded. Amy was right. They were okay.

“So…” Amy added after a moment in an even quieter tone, not looking at Beca. “When are you going to tell her?”

Beca blanched, guessing what Amy meant but not wanting to address it. “Tell her what?”

Amy merely smiled and said, “You know what.”

Beca stared at her, trying to keep her expression neutral. She knew by the widening of Amy’s smile that her poker face was failing. Thankfully, she was saved from responding further by Chloe’s emergence from the bathroom.

“All ready for bed!” Chloe said excitedly, moving toward the fold out. Beca jumped up from the table like she’d been electrocuted, dropping the peas and launching herself into the bathroom to complete her own nightly routine. She couldn’t handle any more serious talks with Amy.

By the time she’d finished, Amy was in her own bed, already asleep, and Chloe was curled up in their shared bed. Beca’s bedside lamp had been left on for her. Tenderness erupting in her chest at the sight, Beca quickly changed into her oversized sleep shirt and a pair of shorts and slipped under the covers next to her best friend, flicking off the light and plunging them into darkness.

As soon as she was settled, Chloe wiggled backward against her until Beca turned to hold her from behind, her arm drawing Chloe into her protectively.

“’Night, Bec,” Chloe mumbled sleepily.

“’Night, Chlo,” she replied softly, resisting the urge to press a kiss to Chloe’s shoulder.

Chloe was asleep within seconds, her breathing steady and even. Beca lay in the darkness, her eyes open and her mind racing. She’d been absolutely terrified earlier, afraid she was going to lose Chloe. She couldn’t get the image of the man’s hand on Chloe’s back out of her mind. Beca’s heart clenched; she knew Amy was right. She was in love with Chloe.

She’d have to tell her soon.

Beca’s heart pounded with nerves and her mind whirled.

She wouldn’t be sleeping much overnight.

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Potent Savages

Genre : Thriller/ Angst/ Trigger Warningssss/ Smutty/ Exo, oc, and blackpink gang au

Summary : Not everyone is cut out for this kind of fast paced lifestyle, but for these young, rich, savages, it’s second nature.

Chapter 9 : Blood thirst

The sheep will always be a wolf. No matter what.

I’m cold.

It’s so cold here.

My eyes hurt like hell too.

I tightened my already closed eyes. My body turned to the side and i felt the soreness that siwon left me with in every limb.

I felt like throwing up when i thought about what happens to me at night. That fucker carmelo and his raggedy ass syringe. My head started pounding when a flash of that image came to mind.

This really was it huh?

Siwon the dickhead really did all of this to me. To my friends. Just to drug me up and fuck me. Just so he could call me his. And so i would never leave him with broken kneecaps again.

A groan came through my lips and i flipped on my back. He has me fucked up if he thinks im just going to continue this for however long he wants.

My mind slipped to what everyone else might be doing. Without a doubt looking for my ass, that’s if they even think im alive. If not, they’re fucking crying on the floor like babies. It pains me to know that exo is my like family now and i already let them down. Them and my girls.

My girls. Im so sorry.

I failed as a leader. I swear when i get myself out of here i’ll never let shit like this happen again.

Just wait for me.

I feel like i have been torn away from my own heart. I Can’t stand being away from them like this. I can’t stand their presence not being near mine. Every time i think about it i lose my shit just a little more. It’s surprising that im not hanging on by a thread as of now. But then again, im fucking Park bong cha. You can bend me. But this bitch will never fucking break.

Im still a fucking queen. No matter where i am. Or what im doing. I can’t change that even if i wanted to.

A smirk found it’s way on my face.

And i’ll always have this iron confidence that won’t subside even after i die.

My mind is still in a good enough place it seems. Im glad. With that fact in mind it’s time to think.

There is a camera in the corner of this room. On my right. There is another one on the left right across from the first. No windows. Just cracks on the floors. The ceiling, floors and walls are all the same fucking thing. Smooth dark grey concrete. There is one steel door in the middle of the room. Two guards outside of it. Automatic machine guns in hand. I don’t know exactly where we are or what kind of place we are in. But i know there has to be more guards somewhere close. Siwon and carmelo are still business men, so they leave me here and go back to doing the usual work they always do. During lunch time carmelo comes to give me food. I don’t know what time it is right now though.

Damn it.

I think about all of this everyday. But i still can’t think of a damn plan to get out of here. It feels like everything is so tight knit.

The only idea i have is fucking with carmelo’s head until he does my bidding. Which i would rather not do. But it’s my only shot.

A knock on the door snapped me out of my own head and i sat up quickly.

Must be lunch time.

In comes angelos and one guard from who knows where. The guard stood at the door when he stepped inside while carmelo continued to walk towards the bed im on.

“Hungry?” he asked not paying me any mind as he sat at the end of the mattress with a bag of food. I looked at him and the food. For all i know they could be putting drugs in the food too. But then again i highly doubt that. If they were, they wouldn’t give a fuck and it would be absolutely obvious. His hands dug into the bag and pulled out an expensive looking sandwich wrapped in a light brown paper that says “Tsui mama. Fresh, fast eats.” and i took it from him.

“Thanks.” I mumbled. A girl can never forget her manners. I snorted in laughter at what i just said in my head. That rule doesn’t apply to me because i never had manners in the first damn place. But still a good silent rule nonetheless.

“What’s funny?” carmelo blurted out as he pulled out another sandwich. Seems like he’s going to be eating with me today. Just like yesterday.

“Nothing.” i said as i opened up the fancy sandwich.

Angelos turned his head and looked at the guard in the room. I did the same and smiled holding out my sandwich to silently ask if he wants a bite. At this point none of this effects me. The only thing that’s getting to me is the fact that siwon did me dirty and took me from my friends. That and the lack of freedom. Everything else i can pretty much handle like a boss. So i continue to smile at the guard, because, why not?

I can’t afford for this shit to get to me anyways. I need to keep it cute or else my attempts to get out of here will be fucked up.

Carmelo pushed my hand down and i looked at him with my mouth full.

“The fuck?” I said to him with one eyebrow shooting upwards.

“Get out.” carmelo dismissively said to the guard inside of the room.

The guard looked at him nonchalantly. “Im sorry, i can’t do that sir. Boss said to not leave you two alone.”

I looked between angelos and the guard. What is he trying to do here?

Suddenly carmelo pulled out his wallet and threw it at the man. The guard caught it after it hit his chest. He looked up at carmelo and i stared at the wallet in his hands. It’s actually swollen from how much cash he stuffed in there. I looked the other way and made a psshh sound with my mouth. My wallet is just as fat.

“It’s alot of money in there. Take it, and then get the fuck out.” he said dismissively. The guard started to think about it hard. Sad thing is we already knew he was going to take it. It’s not his fault. It’s siwon’s. He picks slimy people to work under him for Various meticulous reasons. He prefers people like this over others. The only problem is sometimes he can’t control them like he wants to.

The guard looked at his watch and then looked at me and angelos.

“Okay im gone. But i’ll be back after lunch time is up. And if siwon finds out about this you better make sure i don’t get into trouble.” the guard spoke as he stood at the door with one hand on the knob. We both know if siwon finds out, that guy is going to eat a few bullets before either of us do.

When the door blocked our view of him walking out, and all we heard was his fading footsteps, i put my sandwich down and sighed before carmelo’s hand slowly moved towards my face and caressed my cheek gently.

“What the fuck are you doing carmelo?” I asked quickly.

He stayed silent and slid his hand down to my left shoulder. His other hand flew to my right shoulder and swiftly pushed me to the matress, pinning me down strongly.

“How many times are we going to do this carmelo? You know im not going to let you fuck me, right?”

“I fucking know.”

“Im serious angelos. Just because im locked in this room doesn’t mean i can’t choke you to death and dismember your body with my teeth.”

He scoffed up a laugh and leaned down in my ear.

“Just shut the fuck up for a second, will you?”

The tone in his voice was something i couldn’t recognize and i looked up at the ceiling. He’s not trying to do anything with me. He knows better than to try that by now. Yet he’s got me pinned down and he’s whispering in my ears to shut up.

The cameras? It has to be.

“Aya.”

“Yeah?”

“Im not sorry for what’s happening to you.”

“Mhm, fuck you too.”

“But he killed my daughter.”

“Correction. He killed me.”

“Stop fucking around. Im trying to help you here.”

My eyes widened at his sentence. His hand slipped down to my thigh and he pushed his body up on mine, so that to the cameras, it looked like we were doing more than just whispering to each other.

“Sorry.”

“Listen up.”

“Okay.”

“I want revenge for taeyeon, and you want to get out of here. If we work this out right. We both can get what we desire.”

“How do i know this isn’t pure bullshit you’re spewing right now.”

“You don’t. But what do you have to lose. Plus i think im at more of a risk. I mean im surprised you haven’t fucking decapitated me already.”

“What good would that do for me.”

“Exactly. All you can do is roll with me.”

His hand squeezed my thigh as he pulled it up to his waist.

“I guess so.”

A loud gunshot sound and harsh footsteps of someone rushing down the hallway snapped us out of our serious conversation. We both looked at each other. My hands flew to hike up the short white nightie that’s draped over me and exposed my naked body to him. He ruffled his hair and popped a few buttons on his shirt after loosening his tie. This was no easy task because of the fact that we are still trying to be discrete in front of the cameras.

“They know you’re alive aya. I made sure of that.” he made sure? “And soon they will come to find you. Then that assholes whole world will come undone. I can almost guarantee you it.” He whispered into my neck and i looked at the door.

“Let it be so.”

The door busted open and in came a furious siwon. His hair is tossled and his shirt has coffee and blood stains on it while a gun occupied his right hand. He looked at us as his breathing was unsteady and put his hands on his hips.

“Well, well. Look what we have here. It’s the little ingrate on top of my sweet aya baby. Tell me. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE, HUH?”

We both faked surprised and startled expressions even though we both couldn’t give any less fucks.

He ran towards the bed and grabbed carmelo off of me, i sat up quickly pulling down my nightie in the process. Siwon pushed him up and on to the wall before he stuck the gun in his hand under carmelo’s chin.

“Didn’t i say you need permission to ride that ride, little boy?”

“Oh im sorry, i didn’t know aya was ride, so i just thou-”

Siwon whipped the gun across the face of the man being held against the cold wall.

“Listen to me! You will give me some damn respect! Or else i will do to you what i did to your annoying ass daughter! You understand that!”

Carmelo swallowed what seems like his pride down his throat harshly.“Yeah. I understand that.” he said looking at siwon with untapped anger inside.

They stared each other down as if it was a contest before siwon let out a huff of air from his mouth in frustration.

Siwon slowly let him go and slid him back onto his feet.

“Beat it.” Siwon said rudely.

Carmelo moved away from the asshole as he stood there, angry, and walked towards the door. He looked towards me before turning to leave.

The stare he gave was almost unreadable. But i understand what it means.

As soon as his hand touched the knob siwon turned around swiftly shooting twice at carmelo’s left arm. He fell to the ground letting out sounds of pain.

I jumped off the bed and ran towards the wounded angelos.

“Siwon! what the fuck!” Carmelo screamed out at the man with the gun.

“Never fucking disrespect me, boy.”

My heart became erratic when i looked at the blood on carmelo. My breathing is less steady and i stared down the gun in siwon’s hand.

I can feel it. It’s screaming at me. Provoking me. The thing is, I want it to take over.

Before i could even think, my feet ran towards him. I jumped onto him attaching my limbs to his torso before i punched him once, twice, and then three times in his face. He backed into the wall, and i jumped down from his body swiftly, taking his gun and twisting his arm behind his back while forcefully pushing his face into the wall. I pushed the muzzle to the back of his head and let my finger tease the trigger. Then, before another move was made, the door busted open and four guards came rushing in.

It was fun while it lasted. It always is.

I sighed and let him go slowly. I could just shoot him in the head then use his corpse as a shield while shooting everyone of these fuckers brains out. But after everything i went through. He’s not going to get that special treatment from me. I’ll wait. Because once im finally able to get out of here. I am going to watch siwon die a slow painful death.

I stepped away from the man and put my hands up.

Siwon turned towards me and smiled, smoothly taking the gun out of my raised hand.

“Mhm. As i expected from you. You still have that bull like strength inside of you. So damn sexy.” Siwon said as he slid the gun down my torso. “That’s enough for now. Get out, and take carmelo with you before he bleeds all over my floors.”

They dragged him up and out, following orders without hesitation and the door slammed behind them. I made eye contact with the asshole before he threw the gun to the side and rolled his shoulders.

“What do you want?” i asked him as i eyed his stained shirt.

“You.”

“Yeah, i know. What do you want from me though.”

“Everything.” He said as he hands went out to grab my waist. I slapped them away and put a finger on his chest.

“What a huge death wish you have.” i said as i looked at him disgusted by everything that i see.

He ignored me and continued to grab at me as i continued to swat his hands away. I can tell he loves every moment of me not allowing him access to my body. He’s so fucking slimy. My hand balled up and flew into his stomach without warning for either of us. I put strength behind it as my muscle flexed and my fist twisted. I pulled back and he held onto the area that’s experiencing pain.

Damn that felt good. I looked at the man and smirked.

“Sorry. My hand slipped.”

The simple fact that aya is alive has flipped everyone’s attitude in the best way. It’s like someone just blew life back into our half dead bodies. Me especially.

The only thing left to do is find her. No giving up this time. I will find her even if it’s the last thing i do.

And now, finally, is the time to get some answers. I was determined to find out everything. That’s what i want. And if they don’t want to give me that then i have no use for them.

I took a deep breath in and opened my eyes, staring down the two men from last night, who are currently tied up in rope, and occupying old, random, blood stained chairs.

Everyone is gathered around me in the oddly warm basement. Im supposed to take the lead on this one. But i have no idea where to start.

I drew in a breathe and put my hands in my pockets. The silence only making the moment more nerve wracking for the men adorned in ropes.

“I must say a thank you first.” I said to the men. “Without that phone you delivered, i probably would have drowned myself in drugs and the asses of random women.”

Chanyeol snorted a laugh and put his hand on my relaxed shoulders,

“I think you two deserve the easy route for that. Don’t you agree?” I asked chanyeol.

“I agree.” he darkly replied, as he licked his lips in pure hunger.

I think we all are craving a little blood shed right now.

I held out my hands for one of the golden guns they had brought into my “no guns allowed” club last night. I checked it for bullets then held it out in front of me to lock and load it. The men started the begging when i slowly raised and aimed for their heads,

“Hmmm, you first? orr you first? Damn, i can’t decide.” I said with a pout. Chanyeol said a quick tsk tsk before leaning his elbow on my shoulder now.

“Wait! Wait! You need us you can’t do that! Please give us a chance!?” Fucking marcus spewed out as he started to sweat. Looking desperate as all hell.

I smirked.

“Now, why the fuck would i do that? Does it look like im here to play stupid games with the two of you? I have a princess to find and as much as i would like to, i don’t have the time to sit here and torture your asses, none of us do. I mind as well just kill you both and then send your bodies straight back to wherever they came from.”

“No! No! Wait! We can work this out!”

“Can we?” i asked now moving the gun towards the kneecap of fucking marcus. I have no intentions of killing these men. But i do want to. The thing is they only know about the latter of the two. My trigger finger pulled in a backwards motion, suddenly shooting a bullet straight into the knee of the man.

“Yes! please! we can work this out! we can! we can!” fucking marcus cried at me.

“Oh really? And how will we do that?” I asked sounding half interested. I pointed the gun at the shoulder of the other guy. I steadied my hand making sure my aim was perfect, or else i might kill him. With another push of my finger, a second bullet flew out of the weapon and shot the man it was aiming at right in shoulder.

“Uh oh. By the time he’s done you’ll be full of holes. Better speak up.” chanyeol said slyly. I could tell this is exactly what he wanted. This was making his blood rush faster. I could feel it too.

“Okay! Okay! Spare him at least! Please! And i promise to tell you everything i know! Please just don’t hurt him anymore!” Fucking marcus screamed at me as he struggled in his ropes.

Aha. So now i know where to shoot when i need to apply pressure. These guys are too easy though. They can’t work for siwon. Siwon’s men are usually always fucking difficult and basically mentally insane.

I put the gun down and smiled. “Oh? Okay, bet. You got yourself a deal, fucking marcus. Speak that shit.”

Before the guy could let out a full sentence, the door flew open and sehun came running in with his glasses on, along with kai.

“Baekhyun! We might have a problem! But! We also made a breakthrough!” Sehun spewed out while running his fingers through his messy hair. Kai was behind him, holding the door open, and shaking his head upwards and downwards vigorously.

I didn’t need to hear more about the situation. My feet took the lead and ran passed everyone straight out of the door. My heart beat was erratic and unstable when i hit the stairs with my feet.

Please. Please. I need this.

My forearm harshly pushed aside the door to the Computer room. Inside this room is complete darkness usually, the only light is blue lights adorning the walls and the brightness from the computers. Sehun usually spends most of his time here. Even though we don’t need to do much computer work, sehun has always fancied criminal technology work. His favorite thing is hacking and hiding files and reports of shit that could get us into trouble. No lie, he does all the actual work. Without him we probably would all be in some bullshit prison on death row. The only time i use this room is when im feeling the need to let stress out in a wholesome way. That’s when i break out the PC games. We don’t do game consoles in this house bitch. Well sometimes maybe.

“Sehun! hurry your ass!” i yelled, being the first person inside the room. I didn’t understand what was on the screen of the computer and i shook my head at the thought of trying to decipher it.

He ran in with the others and moved me to sit on the chair in front of the desk the computer was being held up on.

“Let’s look into this shall we.” sehun spoke over me confidently. Everyone huddled around the area as sehun began to point at the screen. “When i began the search for the source of the phone and where it was purchased, i found two locations, SoCal, and phoenix. Pheonix is its location at the moment. But i don’t know if it’s fake because it leads to some custom dressmaker that goes by the name of panda. Fucking weird. That’s all i got though, for now.”

“Well that has to be the guy from video right? The seungri guy?” Kai said with his hands on his hips.

“No, we aren’t sure of that. For all we know this whole thing could be a trap. And that person isn’t even real.” Suho blurted out. Everyone looked at each other than to me.

What would aya do at this moment.

She would probably stand up, walk over to suho, slap the shit out of him, then come up with a half ass plan to the situation at hand. Which would make suho think out the rest of the plan, and we would full proof and ready to go after 30 minutes.

I smiled and looked at the computer screen. I can finally understand what it’s saying.

The real question is, what would baekhyun do?

He would go full confrontational. Arrive at the area locked and loaded. Ready to kill anyone that even thinks about stopping him. No remorse. No mercy. Just a whole lot of blood shed. Love made me weaker. But if i want to have her, i have become stronger. But as i said before.

“I’ve never been a little bitch.” The words slipped out of my mouth and everyone continued to look in my direction. I got up out of the chair and looked around. “Well i guess we’ll have to find out the hard way if it’s a trap or not. I see no reason to hold back now. Not after everything.”

My eyes went to suho and he looked a bit surprised at me. I know why though.

“Well, i did say confrontation is our strong suit. It could work.” Suho said with his hand now adorning his chin as he contemplates. “But of course we have to think about it more thoroughly.”

Everyone’s faces lit up, completely ready for all the action that is to come.

We’re ready now.

And siwon will learn how badly he fucked up. Because when you poke a sleeping beast, The result is never a good one.

“Before that though. Let’s finish up downstairs.” I said as i made my way to the door.

This time. This time i won’t fuck up. Because i can’t continue to live without her. I need to find her so i can be my full self again. I need her.

“Your happiness means nothing to me. But i love you so much im starting to want you to know what it feels like.” Siwon spoke into my ear as stood at the end of the bed and held onto a fancy modiste the panda bag.

“So you brought that thing? Because that’s, uhh, that’s not going to make me happy.” I said back at him with a bored expression on my face.

“You WILL love it. Trust me.”

I looked away. Like hell i will.

It’s drafty because of the bath i just had, and the fact that im in just a big towel. The place they bathed me in was right across the hall. The room looked just like this one, except it had things in it that you would only find in a bathroom. I didn’t put up much of a fight during that time. I was just happy to feel warm water on my body.

“Lighten up! Im going to dress you up again tonight! Isn’t that always fun.”

“Was that a rhetorical question? Because i think you know how i feel about everything by now.”

“Yes. It was.” He said with his eyes digging holes into mines. My eyes dug deeper though. I can tell they scare him. He can see it. His downfall inside of them.

He turned away and threw the bag on the bed.

“Be a good little one while im gone. I have work to do.”

“Is that even possible for me.” I said to him with a smirk. Did i really just make him cower a bit just now?

“You’re capable of anything aya.” He replied back to me. His hand pulled open the door and as he left i saw a few women in front of him, bowing. They are all dressed as slutty maids and their hands are occupied by what looks like make up and hair products. These girls are different then the ones from before. They all look a bit younger, and look more like they could be models than just regular girls. The ones before were probably older and had a more refined beauty.

I guess he’s still into human trafficking.

How shitty of him. But then again im not surprised at all.

The ladies walked in politely looking at the cameras nervously and i let out a huff. This is really pissing me off.

“Aya. is it?” one of the women asked. She screamed plastic surgery and her body is killer. She also seemed to be more confident about herself and the situation at hand.

“Yeah. Yours?”

“Seol. Just call me seol.” She said nonchalantly as she sat the makeup down on the bed. “That’s bamby, that’s angel, and that’s pearl.”

I waved at the girls that she introduced. They all looked so sexy. But their faces were distraught. And one girl, pearl i think, just looks like she doesn’t give a fuck about anything around her.

Same.

“Take the dress out, please, and let’s get started.” Seol spoke out.

My hand reached out for the bag and i accidentally bumped my fingers against bambys and she jumped harshly in reaction. Her eyes looked touched as she stared at my hand.

“Hey, hey, Im not going to hurt you. I promise.” I said to her. I reached out for her hand as all the ladies stared at me.

I remember when i first met my girls. They all were scared and lost too. Except jennie. She hid it well. Seol reminds me of her during those days. They all remind me of one of my girls during those days. When we were just learning how to love ourselves. And just learning how to carry ourselves. How to kill. How to move and sell. Us at the beginning. Everything seemed so hard back then. Hard and harsh. Everything hurt a lot more than it does now.

I wonder. How similar these girls are to us really?

I held the hand of the woman in mine gently. I wanted to remind her of what a gentle touch felt like. My big lush towel i had wrapped around me loosened and my grip on her became slowly tighter. She just looked at me with scared eyes. Her breathing becoming more stable now.

“Bamby? Can you continue?” I asked. She gave me a small nod and i smiled, pulling back my hand.

I slowly pulled out the dress and gave it a once-over. It’s encrusted with real jewels and diamonds. The over all color is a bit of an off white and gold, with the upper half being sheer so you can see skin. The dress is gorgeous. And if i could estimate the cost i would say somewhere close to one million at least.

“Whoa.” Seol blurted out. “I know just the make up for that.”

I looked at her up and down. I think her figure would look better in something like this. I love expensive clothes and diamonds a lot. But this isn’t my style. I don’t like how heavy it is. It might restrict my movements. But that’s probably what he wants. Even though the crazy asshole is just going to rip it off of me. If not something is going to happen to it. These dresses he buys for me never survive a whole night. I always make sure of that. It doesn’t make a difference to him though. He loves wasting money. Especially when im involved.

“That dress is amazing.” Angel said looking adoringly at the item. The extravagance is getting to all of them. The expensive look exciting them almost to the core.

“Face me.” Seol said as she had me sit on the edge of the bed to start the dolling up process. She smells exactly like roses. And her hands are gentle when they start to prep my face for make up.

Pearl came behind me and started to brush my almost completely dry hair with a sparkly silver brush.

I felt relaxed in this atmosphere. The most relaxed i have felt in days. I felt as if i was in the presence of my girls. It’s comforting.

After a while of doing make up and hair, im finally ready to put the dress on.The ladies became more relaxed with me as time passed and they seemed more like themselves when they spoke now. I learned a bit more about them as they shared with me that they all chose to be here. And that this is better than the life they are used to. I believe every word. Because one thing siwon can do despite everything else, is take care of you. I mean that’s the reason i got involved with him in the first place. The guy is loaded. But it’s not worth all the psychological stress and abuse. Im lucky i got away when i did. Granted, im not living a fucking fairy tale. But it’s much better than living with him. Im making it a priority of mine to get them out of here. Because I like them and they deserve better.

My body slipped in the dress and filled it out well. It’s obviously tailored just for me. My hair is in a updo so it accentuates the dress nicely without taking away from it. My lips are a deep red shade and my eyes have a strong wing to them.

“Wow, you look stunning.” bamby said to me. as i looked in a full length mirror that a guard brought in as a request from seol. They did a good job. An amazing one actually.

The steel door opened slowly all of a sudden as siwon made his way inside. He was dressed in a all black silk suit and his hair is slicked back completely. He held a box in his hands which is most likely the shoes that go with this dress.

“Come to me baby.” He said deeply. I stood in my place looking at him with an annoyed expression.

“He said come here.” Seol said said rudely giving me a little push towards him. I looked at her and frowned. Im not going to get offended by that, I know she’s just putting on a show. Unless she’s not. I can’t tell. But im just going to assume for now.

I walked over to him with bear feet and held out my hands. “The shoes.” I said to him monotonously.

He filled my hands with the box and reached out for a kiss. My back turned before it landed and i opened up the box on the way to the bed.

The shoes matched the dress pretty well, and the bottom of them are a deep red like my lips. I slipped them on and walked around a bit in them. My eyes met the women in the room and i smiled.

“Thank you.” i said. Despite the situation, i want to be as polite and sweet to them as possible. They deserve it. They bowed in response and gathered up their stuff.

“Are you ready for dinner lovely?” siwon asked after the ladies left.

“Fuck you.”

“That has to be why we got that phone. He’s probably trying to get back at siwon using us.” I said to suho as we all sat at the table in the meeting room.

“But that doesn’t make any sense. Why would angelos be in on a plan that requires the death of his own daughter?” Suho spoke from behind his locked together hands.

“He didn’t know. He couldn’t have. Because one thing i know he wasn’t faking was his love for his daughter. It’s almost too obvious.” I spoke back to him. Everyone was sitting around us listening to every word. Probably wondering why they didn’t get it before.

“True. I bet he was planning on killing her all along though. It couldn’t have been an amazing coincidence that they both dyed their hair blonde around the same time. Fucking blindsided everyone.” Suho contemplated harder as he let his words flow.

“Shit, i didn’t even notice that!” Chanyeol blurted out.

I think it’s safe to say everyone here is intrigued by the depth of his plan. But It’s not perfect. And the more we think about it, the more we find little cracks that could help us tremendously.

I can already feel the blood on my hands.

I can almost smell the gun powder.

And i can almost taste her again. That addictive salty honey taste i love. Drives me crazy.

Ehem, no, no, this is not the time for that baekhyun.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Baekhyun?” Suho called out to me.

“Uhh, yeah?”

“Lets go through with your plan.”

I sat up seriously.

“It’s not going to be easy. But im sure we can pull it off.” Suho stood up from his seat and looked at everyone. “Even though we got fucked over. We’re still the shit. And we can do whatever we put our minds to. As your leader i promise you that.”

“Now let’s go get aya, and bash some skulls!” Lisa yelled.

Everyone’s confidence and spirits are up again as we all made cheers of agreement. That untouchable, royalty feeling, finally showed it’s ass again. Except this time we won’t let it leave.

Believe that.

First thing in the morning we got on a private jet that was brought a few months ago but hasn’t been used since then. Our goal is to go straight to phoenix and ask the person named panda what the fuck is up. The plan is full proofed enough so that if anything unexpected happens we can still have control over the situation.

“Do you wanna know what it feels like to be high on a jet?” Chen asked rose. She frowned a little and slid more into her seat next to jongin as he put his arm over her shoulders. She’s not trying to act shy. Chen is just a bit creepy sometimes.

I shook my head at the scene and looked out the window. Im antsy. And fidgety. I don’t want to get high but i might have to. I don’t like this feeling. Impatience. Anxiety. And im getting hard thinking about her again. I feel like i can’t control my body right now.

“Baek? you okay?” Jennie asked while standing at side of the unoccupied seat next to me.

“Yeah. im good.” i lied to her as she sat down.

“You don’t look it.”

“I know, but i am.”

“Suuurree. Tell me more lies please. I really love that shit.”

I giggled nervously.

“Im just having a bit of a hard time with how to feel right now.”

“I know what you mean. Im fucked up inside too right now. I kind of want to throw up when i think about the fact that she’s not here with me. With us.”

“Same.”

“Just focus on one thing for now, and try to be patient.”

“Okay. Will do.”

She got up after giving me a quick reassuring smile.

A yawn escaped my lips and surprised me. I haven’t been genuinely sleepy in awhile. Not since this whole thing with aya. Maybe i’ll take this opportunity while i still can. My hands popped in my headphones and played a random playlist i have.

I’ll let myself go. For no-

“Damn, i hate traveling.” I spoke as i sat down in a car we brought to carry out our plan. Im pretty over this already. I just want to lay my eyes on her right now. But in do time i guess.

“Sehun if you will, can you tell us a few things.” Suho said from the passenger seat. Everyone became more quiet than before, Wanting to be able to hear all the info he gathered.

“Well, first things first “the panda” is a man. Our earlier thoughts are false. Also the guy makes dresses and suits for a very exclusive group and that group most likely consist of your average la danse autour goer. Rich, douchey, and is disgusted by the thought of wearing the same thing twice.”

“Do you have a specific list of people or just a good idea.” Kyungsoo asked.

“Nope. I did some research and know only three people that actually have said that they buy from him publicly. Which is shady in itself.” Sehun was looking at his phone as he spoke, probably still deep into his research. “Person numero one is elise elaine, That old lady with lots of plastic surgery that baekhyun used to fuck around with, then it’s si yeon park, and siwon.”

“Are you kidding me!?” Jisoo asked from behind him.

“Hey! that was hard to find okay! These people are very secretive with everything they do!” Sehun yelled at her taking offense to her question, because it probably made him feel like she was calling him dumb.

“Well damn. That clears up a lot.” I said now looking at the road ahead of me.

“Anyways, the guy has been arrested and sued multiple times for things like possession of narcotics, domestic violence, Sexual harassment, tax evasion, public indecency, And possession of crack cocaine.” Sehun read off his phone. “Mind you all these charges were “taken care of” perfectly somehow, it’s almost like he got away with it all.”

“Damn, that guy has more charges than my fucking black card.” Jennie said with a disgusted face.

“We got ourselves a bad boy ladies and gentleman.” Chanyeol chuckled out from the drivers seat.

“The guy makes dresses how bad can he really be!?” Chen yelled from the seat while laughing.

“That doesn’t mean shit, but i get your point.” I said.

“Well he’s going to be attending some random fashion show that’s featuring one of his custom made dresses. The only other designer that will be showing clothes is a woman named milian.” Sehun spoke again.

“A fashion show!” Jennie yelled.

“Yeah, a fashion show.” Jisoo responded to her with annoyed expression.

“Is there a way we get on that list?” Suho asked from his seat up front.

We all looked at kai with questioning faces. We all are aware of his background. So he was the first person that comes in everyone’s mind. The guy is a real life adonis. How could he not have been a model. He only did it for a few years though. Some shit went bad and thankfully we found him soon enough to pick up the pieces. I wonder if he likes modeling as much as he’s made for it. I guess it doesn’t matter at this point. All that matters is if he has the connections we need.

“I-i might know a guy, that knows a guy.” Kai said nervously while looking at everyone.

“Kai, don’t you mean, you plowed the girl, that is the girl?” Chanyeol asked. “Milian, i mean.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s her, that’s the girl that i used to date.” He replied sounding defeated as rose stared holes into the guy.

“Well, the fuck are we waiting for? a theme song?” Chen asked.

“A phone call, douchebag.” Kyungsoo spoke now putting his attention on the road ahead.

i looked at the time on my phone and let a smile slip “This is going to be fun.”

“You’re going to thank me when we arrived and people applaud us on our attire.” Chanyeol spoke. He’s referring to the fact that we all spent too much time on our outfits for the event, even though we are only going to whop ass and get information, and suho began to complain a little earlier as we all got settled back in the car.

I could care less when we get there though, despite my impatience to see aya. I think it’s called fashionably late. So with that in mind there isn’t much to worry about. I guess.

“mhm, yeah i could totally do that.” Kai was talking on the phone with his ex who is running the fashion show. It was quite a surprise that she even hit him back when he contacted her. But then again who wouldn’t. It’s motherfucking kim jongin. Thank goodness is all i can think. That plan was a real hit or miss, shot in the dark, type thing. And it worked. “Yeah, im on my way. Yeah, i can see the building right now, mili.” Jongin continued on the phone, as he started to sound a bit frustrated with the woman.

“Alright guys. Lets haul ass.” Suho said as we pulled up in front of the location. We all quickly got out of the car and ran towards the entrance.

Kai pushed himself in front and walked up to the guards with a smile. “The name is kai. Just kai. These are my friends.” He pointed to us and we all waved at the big guy checking for his name.

“You all are in. Kai you come with me. I’ll show you where the wardrobe area is.” The guard said and began to walk off.

“You guys watch your backs. And stick together.”

We all nodded at him as he followed the heavy set man and then looked at each other.

Let’s do it.

We all walked in at the same time and people turned their heads. Im sure they’re wondering who we are since going to fashion shows wasn’t really our thing, ever. The girls looked for seats with the others while suho and i scanned the room. I don’t know what panda looks like, but all the seats that are designated have a name on them. So it should be easy for my eyes to lock onto the man.

“Shit, baekhyun don’t look now.” Suho hit my arm with a shocked look on his face.

“Suho, if you’re pointing at a mirror again, just so you can say “Me, im so damn fine.” I swear to god i’ll clock your ass.”

“Nooo, It’s fucking si yeon, she’s hereee.” He was htting me and covering his face as i looked around for her.

Am i scared? No. Did we plan for this? No. Do i care? Fuck no.

“Please shut the fuck up suho.” I proceeded to my sit after deciding to just lay low, and if she spots me, deal with the situation calmly.

“Hello, ladies and gentleman, im milian amlish!” A round of applause surrounded the place as she continued. “Tonight i will be presenting my new collection hana hana grew, which represents humans as flowers and shows a sort of coming of age story through every piece worn. I hope you all enjoy it and it touches you the way it did me.” Another round of applause for the designer as she smiled before walking away to backstage. One guy in particular was standing up and shout whistling at the lady.

That’s the damn panda. It has to be.

The man sat down in his designated seat and looked around quickly, letting me catch a good glimpse of him.

Yup. That’s the target.

“Damn, that guy really needs some sleep.” I said under my breath while music started to burst through speakers all around us.

I made eye contact with chanyeol, who was seated right behind the guy, and he got the message when i nonchalantly made gestures towards him.

The first girl came out and we looked at each other more intensely, and speaking silently.

“I’ll have a quiet chat with him like we discussed.”

“And i’ll tell lay to bring the car around.”

“And if anyone sees something they shouldn’t”

“We got suho to take care of that.”

“Baekhyun!?” I jumped when i heard si yeon call out for me.

She was leaning in her seat, which was in front of me, two seats to my left.

Damn it. Stay calm.

“H-hey, si yeon-ah, what’s up girrrl.” I tried my best but the words came out so weird. I heard suho beside me snort in laughter and a pout took over my lips.

Fuck you suho. Fuck you.

“Baekhyun, what the fuck?” Si yeon spoke again, a bit more angry this time though.

I shot out of my seat and ran towards the refreshments table. I knew she was going to follow me so i kept my back turned waiting for her angry arrival. Lo and behold a slap landed on my back after i heard her heels close in on me.

“Seriously baekhyun!? You fucking ditch at the sky cafe, then tell me to fuck off at club goutter!? What is the matter with you!?” Si yeon whisper yelled at me as i took a sip of a drink i snagged off the table.

“Shit is happening, yeon-ah, im sorry i did you dirty but things happened and i think you have a good idea of what the fuck i mean when i say that.”

“I don’t!”

“Yeah, sure, why don’t you tell me you’re a virgin too while you’re still at it.”

“Ugh, Fuck you baekhyun! I literally was nothing but good to you!”

“Hm, well thanks for not denying it.”

“Fine! Fine! maybe i do fucking know what happened! But that doesn’t mean anything! That doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole to me!”

“Oh yeah? Tell me, what do you know?” I looked at her with mock desperation. This way she’ll feel of value to me again. I know it’s fucked up. But there’s no way it’s not going to work.

“Tell me what i want to know first.”

The business woman in her showed up just now. Too bad she won’t be here for long.

“I treated you like that because i was going through a few things. I was mentally scarred for a few weeks and i didn’t want to drag you into it.” Some of what i said is true. But not all of it, of course. I deserve an oscar award, honestly.

“Bae-baby. Im sorry for what happened to you, okay. And im sorry for what happened to aya. But remember you told me you have no feelings for her. You don’t need to feel guilty baby. Im here for you. Always.”

Oh really?

I pulled her in for a hug and kissed her neck. Trying my hardest not to make any moves that could ruin this moment.

“Im sorry for your lost. I really am. But it’s for the best. Soon you’ll see. We’re all better off this way.” her grip on me tightened when she finished and my eyes widened.

Bitch.

“I think so too.” I looked up to the runway and saw kai walking down slowly. It’s now or never.

“I think you should stick with me for awhile. Noona.”

I hurriedly grabbed her right arm and twisted it, making her back face me, as i pulled my phone out.

“H-hey! What the do you think you’re doing baekhyun!?”

“Yeah, lay? Mhm, it’s time. Whip it as fast as possible. We got an unexpected guest on our hands.”

“Baekhyun!”

Chanyeol abruptly stood up trying not to make it obvious that he had a gun to the back of mr.panda.

I rushed si yeon to the backdoor exit and kicked the door open.

“Took you assholes long enough!” Chen yelled as he swung open the black van him and lay just equipped us with.

Suddenly kai ran from around the building still in the same clothes. He looks something like a music video, or a perfume commercial. I pushed a yelling si yeon to chen and he grabbed her roughly slapping a hand over her mouth. Everyone came rushing out at once and the panda stayed in front with his hands up, looking stiff.

We pushed our way inside the now cramped van and huddled around the two captives, tying ropes around them and applying duct tape to their mouths. Our blood was pumping, as we all tried to catch our breath. This is the shit we live for. This is the shit we’ve been missing. We almost forgot. We almost forgot who we are. Who we we love to be.

“Hyung, if it’s okay. I would like to handle this one.” I said to suho, and calmly pulled out the gun on my person.

“Go for it.”

“Panda, this is si yeon. Si yeon-ah this is panda. Get a good look at each other. Because you should at least like the person you get buried six feet under with. No?”

They made muffled noises that i assume is disagreement. My head shook when a smirk shined through.

“Im going to take that as a yes.”

AUTHORS NOTE : yayyy! im doneee! it took me so long for this one becasue i was having some problems with delivery T-T but i think i did it finally! even though the delivery is shitty still.......T-T i hope you huys enjoy it.

Kisses T-T ~ laila <3

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The Recruit (Chapter 11) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 62″

Characters: Mitch Rapp, Stan Hurley, Beth, Dan Brunski, Peter Collins, Jacob Clemens & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Separation anxiety, anxiety, somewhat detailed description of sexual assault/attempted rape.

IM SERIOUS DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED. you can always just message me and ask me what important plot you missed.

Author’s Note: “y/n/n” means your nickname, like if your name can be shortened to something, if it can’t then just go with your name. “y/f/i” means the first initial of your first name.

Summary: Mitch is forced to take a day trip with Stan to the Ghost Protocol Training facilities, and y/n takes off for New York City to see someone from her past.

Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

"Y/n/n.. Y/n/n..." Mitch whispered and nudged you awake. "Hey, hey... it's me." You flinched backwards in your bed, your legs struggling to get you upright fast enough under your sheets. You were clearly having a nightmare about the attack. Mitch wanted to leave even less.

"What's going on? Why are you dressed?" You asked groggily.

"I heard Stan telling Aiden that he'd be gone for a couple of days so I went and slept in my room after you fell asleep. I was worried he’d come in my room and I wouldn’t be there."

"You're leaving?"

Mitch held up Joseph Heller's novel, Catch-22.

"You're going back to Ghost.."

"Yea and I've gotta go now. I told Stan that I'd be down in a minute, I was just stealing one of your books. I'll only be gone for a day."

"Be careful." You looked up at him with emotional eyes, and he nodded.

"I will." Mitch leaned down and left a lingering, sad kiss on your lips.

"Don’t go." was what you wanted to say but didn't. You watched him walk out the door, your book in his hand, and you sunk back into your pillow. It was still dark out. You glanced up at the bookcase on your wall and saw the space where Catch-22 had been. It was the first time that he had left in a month and you were anything but excited to go through the day without him. You decided you wouldn't.

The perks of being Stan's niece and de facto daughter, coupled with the fact that you had been at The Barn for forever was that you had more free reign around here than basically any one else. You also had your Uncle's cellphone number. You waited for it to be light out and grabbed the burner phone that Stan had given you from the loose floor board under your bed. It was dead. You rolled your eyes and waited for it to charge. The phone finally turned on and you sat on the floor next to the outlet, composing a text to your uncle.

Y/N: hey.. can you text Aiden or Campbell or someone and tell them to give me a personal day?

Stan: everything ok, kid?

Y/N: yea, i just realized that last week was Dad's bday and I didn't go to the grave. I was going to drive up to NYC and visit.

Stan: I'll be back tomorrow, want to wait and I'll come with u?

Y/N: I'd like to go today if that's okay.

Stan: I'll call Aiden and tell him not to expect u today

You walked over to your closet and grabbed a tight black skirt with buttons down the front, a striped blue and white long sleeved top, your thigh-high suede black boots, and your heavier black bomber jacket. You heard the phone vibrate on your dresser and you walked over, your boots slumping around your calves as you hadn't tied them against your thighs yet.

Stan: BMW is gassed up. Be back by tomorrow morning. Take ur phone with u.

You tied your boots up, grabbed your keys out of their hiding place in the floor, and replaced the board. You walked on your tip-toes as not to let your noisy heels hit the wooden floors and wake up anyone in the house. It was barely 5:15 in the morning and everyone was pretty much still asleep.

You walked down to the garage level of the house, which was restricted to everyone but you, Stan, and the other instructors, Aiden, Campbell, and Smith, and unlocked the door. You turned over the engine of your E52 Z8 BMW convertible coup, a classic car that your father had owned, you had inherited upon his death and that Stan gave to you when you got your driver's license in high school. You pulled open the glove box and took your iPhone, charger, sunglasses and wallet out and laid them on the seat next to you. You plugged your iPhone in and watched the screen light up for the first time in ages. You pushed the button for the garage door and peeled out onto the gravel road that led away from The Barn and into downtown Williamsburg, Virginia. You hadn't left the premises by yourself in a long time.

You took the top down, regardless of the fact that it was only the middle of March and it was still cold, and enjoyed the passing scenery and fresh air on Interstate 95 going North to New York City. You typed out a quick text on your iPhone as you drove through early morning D.C. traffic. You got a "see you at noon." text message in reply, and threw your phone back on the seat beside you.

You admired the view of Manhattan as you crossed the George Washington Bridge from New Jersey into New York and made your way onto a familiar block. You parallel parked, got out of your car, locked it and walked up to the beautiful brownstone apartment across the street. You rang the buzzer and waited for a familiar face to open the door.

"Hey Beth."

You sat on the comfy couch and tried to remember the last time you had been in that room. It hadn't been even six months but it felt like it had been forever.

"I'm not used to seeing you this time of year, Y/N, what are you doing up here?"

You rubbed your arm and glanced around the room. "Did you have to cancel any appointments to fit me in?"

"Y/N/N, you're avoiding my question and eye contact. What's going on? Is my Dad okay?"

You sighed and looked at the girl in front of you. She was two years older than you, beautiful and tall, with platinum blonde hair and long legs. "Stan's fine, Beth." You told your cousin.

"You're not fine though. Did something happen at The Barn?" Beth stared at you, waiting for you to stop being evasive. "You're the one who came up here, Y/f/i. I'll cancel all my patients for the day if I have to, you're going to talk to me. You never just come up out of no where."

You stared down at your hands. You dug your fingernails under each other when you were nervous, a habit that Beth was surprised to see since you had been trained to not do it anymore. "We still have doctor-patient confidentiality, right? Even though I haven't seen you in a while?"

"You ask me this every year, and every year the answer is always yes. These meetings stay off the record, there is no chart, and my Dad never finds out you saw me. What does he think you're doing up here anyway?" Beth asked her younger cousin, a girl that she grew up with as a sister when you moved into Beth’s house after your family died in the terror attacks on September 11th.

"My Dad's birthday was last week and he thinks I'm down in the dumps about it, and I told him that I was going to bring flowers to their graves." You finally gave Beth a straight answer.

"Are you down in the dumps about it?"

"Of course... but.." You sighed. You didn't know where to start.

"Start from the beginning, Y/f/i." Beth told you.

"I met someone."

Beth's face lit up. "At The Barn?"

You nodded. "His name is Mitch, and B, he's the best I've ever seen. Stan has completely taken him under his wing and he's training him personally, and he keeps trying to trip him up andget him to fail, but he hasn’t yet. Stan has been, like, whisking him away for special sessions.."

"Wow, he really must be good then." Beth commented, a surprised look on her face. "Did something happen between you two? Did you get caught or something and he got kicked out or..?"

"No, no, no.. he's great. I'm really happy with him and we've only been together, together for a like week or so. He's not why I'm here... well, I mean, your Dad took him on some special assignment before the sun even came up this morning, so his lack of being around is why I'm here, but he and our relationship are not the issue." You were babbling.

"What is?" Beth inquired, watching her cousin's bizarre mannerisms. You weren't acting like yourself at all.

You rubbed your hand against your nose and mouth and scratched at the corner of your eye. You weren't ready to talk about this. "About..." You cleared your throat and sighed. "About a month and a half ago, these three guys tried to rape me in the shower at the main house."

"WHAT?! y/n.. shit, what are you talking about? Does my Dad know?"

"What do you think?" You looked up at Beth with a deadpan look on your face.

"What happened?" Beth fought the urge to scrap her professionalism and embrace her beloved adopted-sister and best friend.

"There were these three guys, Dan Brunski was the main aggressor. Peter Collins and Jacob Clemens were his... lackey's essentially. Clemens being much more involved and much less remorseful than Collins... and anyway, Dan Brunski clearly is the kind of rich white kid who has never been told 'no' in his life and he either liked me or just wanted to fuck me or hates women and wanted to brag about conquering me or was just a regular old sociopath, I really have no idea. But he kept making all these really aggressive advances on me and I was not giving him the time of day. I had definitely humiliated him a few different times in front of multiple other trainees, and he just, I don't know, really internalized it all."

"So what happened?"

"Well, first he accused me of sleeping with Stan and said that was the only reasonable explanation as to how I got into the program. That pissed me off so I punched him in the face. I gave him a bloody nose and it wasn't a big deal."

"Your idea that assault is not a big deal is so far from the reality of what a big deal is, y/n/n." Beth interjected.

You shrugged. "He tried to make a few moves on me, cornering me in the woods or trying to slide his hand up my thigh during class, and I shut that shit down every time... Then Mitch got to The Barn and we had this weird instant connection."

"And Dan was watching you more closely than the other trainees?" Beth had seen the behavior before.

You nodded. "Yea, I guess he was. Honestly, he probably realized that there was something going on between Mitch and I before Mitch and I even did. But one morning, Dan snuck into my room while I was still asleep, he covered my mouth and tried to get under my blankets with me.. to rape me." The breath hitched in Beth's throat and her stomach did a flip. It was one thing when her patients told her these things, but it was another thing when the story was coming from someone she loved dearly. "I stopped him, but he was like 'I see the way you and Mitch are with each other. If you're willing to suck his dick, why won't you suck mine. I know you're a slut. I won't make you beg for it the way he does.' and whatever... I threw his ass out of my room, but Mitch sleeps literally across the hall from me, and he heard the tail end of the interaction, and that was when he knew something was wrong."

"Y/n, this Dan guy sounds like he's done this before, how is he at The Barn? How'd he get through the vetting?" Beth asked.

"I don't know." You shook your head. "But later that day, him and Collins, Clemens and a guy named Brian Keller, tried to attack me in the woods. Mitch stopped it before anything could happen. A consequence, not related to the attack, got Brian Keller kicked out of the program no more than ten minutes later, and Dan blamed Mitch and I."

"So he became more angry, and it accelerated his actions, huh?"

"Later that night, I was taking a shower and I hadn't been in there for more than a few minutes but it was late because Mitch and I had been working out together late and no one else was in there, Dan, Clemens, and Collins.. well, Dan and Clemens... Collins was the lookout. They came in the bathroom, ambushed me in the shower.." Your eyebrow furrowed as you thought back to the incident in detail. "Clemens held... he held my arms back against the wall and Dan stood in front of me, touching my naked body with his hands. He was getting undressed and telling me that him and Clemens were going to take turns and I was going to love it and if I didn't that they would kill Mitch and then they'd kill me." Beth had tears in her eyes as she listened to the story. "Dan... he.." You wiped a tear from your own eye. "He stuck a finger inside of me, while Clemens covered my mouth and hit me across the face every time I tried to scream. I knew, I knew I couldn't take the two of them on at once, so I had to wait. Finally, I became more compliant, just waiting to get the upper hand, and Clemens left so that Dan could rape me. I got on my knees in front of him, and he.. he put his dick in my hand and made me stroke him while he was hard..." You shut your eyes and shook your head, tears streamed down your face. "That was when I heard the bathroom door open and I knew it had to have been Mitch, everyone else was asleep, and we had worked out so hard earlier that we both had to shower or else it would've been disgusting the next day."

Beth nodded, and you continued. "Dan grabbed me off the floor, pulled me against him, and covered my mouth. I tried to climb the walls but they were too slippery, I tried to hurt him and kick at the curtain, but he restrained me. I think Mitch may have already been suspicious by Collins and Clemens just... loitering in the bathroom, and he knew it was my towel.... I kicked the tile hard enough that it made a noise and Mitch pounced into action. He held off Clemens and Collins, which gave me the opportunity to finally take on Dan."

"What'd Mitch do?" Beth asked, her face portraying how devastated she was.

"He broke Clemens' wrist and knocked him out, and he broke seven of Collins' teeth against a sink. He broke the sink with Collins' face."

"Did he help you with Dan?"

You shook your head. "I didn't need it. By the time Mitch got through the other two, I was bashing Dan's head against the shower stall. I broke his cheekbone and temporal bone."

"Good." Beth gritted her teeth.

"Mitch took care of me that night. He literally dressed me in his clothes, put me in his bed, sat in a chair in the corner of the room, and watched me sleep the rest of the night." You remembered, fondly and painfully, how wonderful he had been that night.

"What happened when my Dad found out?"

"I never told him. The only people who actually know what happened are me, Mitch, Brunski, Clemens and Collins."

"You never told Stan?" Beth asked again.

You huffed, a part of you thought that Beth would understand why you had kept the secret. "Your Dad raised me.. he's in charge of my fate as a CIA agent, do you know how hard it would've been to tell him that story and have him never look at me the same again or think that I couldn't handle the job. This shit happens to women in the field, Beth. It just does. They've dealt with it and so have I." You raised your voice at Beth.

"Are you dealing with it though, y/n/n?" Beth raised her voice right back. "What happened to Dan and the other two?"

"Dan had to get facial reconstructive surgery.. multiple surgeries from what I hear. Collins and Clemens were gone for a while, but now that they can both fight again, they're back at The Barn."

"So you're just living with your attackers?! y/n, holy shit. This is insane." Beth was getting more and more upset.

"Beth..."

"What about Mitch? I'm surprised he hasn't told Stan.... He has to know how ridiculous this is."

You lowered your eyes from Beth. "...He's wanted to tell Stan from the start, but he hasn't because I asked him not to."

"That's bullshit, y/n/n, and you know it."

"Beth, you're losing your therapist hat right now.." You warned your cousin.

Beth shook her head and tried to regain her composure. She leaned forward and looked at you. "What happens when you try to have a relationship with another man, Y/N? Like Mitch, for example."

"Mitch and I finally had sex about a week ago."

"How'd it go?" Beth knew that you were about to prove her point.

"It was hard... at first, but Mitch.. he kept me in the moment and he was tender and he was there holding me and making sure I knew it was just us and he would stop if I needed." You divulged your secrets to Beth.

"What happens when Mitch wants to be a little rougher in the bedroom? Maybe do it doggy style or something less 'tender'? What happens then, y/n? Are you having any side effects from what happened? Panic attacks? Flashbacks? Nightmares?"

"Yes."

"Which?"

"......All of those."

Beth sighed. "Oh, y/f/i... fuck." She got up and hugged you, then sat on the couch next to you. "If this happened a month and a half ago, why are you only telling me now?"

You leaned back against the arm of the couch, and looked at Beth. "I thought that there would be some improvement by now, and there just hasn't been and I want to be with Mitch. I am falling for him, but I am never going to be able to give him everything of me, and he is always going to walk on eggshells around me, if I can't figure this shit out." You wiped a tear from falling down your cheek. “On top of that, the nightmares and the panic attacks. I don’t know how much longer I can hide them.”

"You've gotta get rid of those guys.. if Dan comes back.."

"I know." You confirmed that you understood that no good could or would come from Dan Brunski returning to The Barn.

"Getting rid of your attackers is the first step. Coming back up here and talking to me in a more regular fashion would be a good second step.. the rest of it, y/f/i, unfortunately, the rest of it is just time and talking. Talking about it, confronting what happened, whether it be with Stan, or Mitch, or me, or someone else, not letting it be a secret.. it'll lose it's power over you. Communication will also help in regards to being intimate with Mitch. Be explicit with what you expect and what you want and what you're struggling with."

"And then time."

"You're just going to have to wait. 'Time heals all wounds', you know?" Beth reiterated an old saying, and took her cousin's hands in her own. "Y/f/i, I am so sorry that this happened to you. I know they prepare you for the possibility of it happening in the field, but at training?" Beth shook her head. "It's not fair. I could kill those guys."

"You sound like Mitch." You said with a small and short chuckle.

Beth leaned back on the couch, copying you. "What's he like?"

"Intense... and smart and kind and so. fucking. sexy. Beth, oh my god." You couldn't help but laugh.

"How old is he?"

"My age. A few months younger, but he doesn't act it. He's been through some shit too. I don't know. He's amazing. He's kind and witty and he has a smile that just knocks me to the ground, every time." You were grinning. "You know, Easter is coming up..."

"Dad's doing the cover story exercise?"

"I think so. I told Mitch about it and we thought we'd come up here for the break. Maybe you could meet him." You offered.

"I'd love that." Beth glanced at the clock. "Oh shit.. I have someone waiting in the waiting room."

You shook your head. "It's okay. I have to get to the cemetery before it closes anyway. I'll see you in a couple weeks?"

Beth nodded and hugged you.

You drove around Manhattan for an hour, revisiting old haunts and hangouts, but avoiding the Lower East Side, where you grew up. You brought flowers to the 9/11 Memorial fountains and placed them on your parents and brother's names. You got back in your car and drove to the cemetery. You placed flowers at their graves and sat to talk to them for a while, then got back on the road.

It was late and you didn't want to have to get a hotel and drive early in the morning to get back before shooting range at 0700. Your iPhone rang and "S" popped up on your caller I.D. You picked it up.

"Hey."

"Hey. How was it?" Stan asked through the speaker.

"Fine. Thanks for letting me go. I needed it. Talked to them, got some pizza, I feel re-energized." You only told half the story.

"Anytime. You on your way back?" Stan usually used nicknames for you, just like Beth did, but he wasn't so you knew that Stan wasn't alone.

"Yea, I just passed into Maryland on 95. You?"

"Just got in the car. I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yep."

Stan hung up the call. You shifted the car into fifth gear and sped back to The Barn.

You pulled onto the gravel road back to The Barn behind Stan's black SUV. You smiled because you knew that Mitch was inside. You pulled into your spot in the garage and threw your iPhone, wallet, and charger back in the glove compartment. Stan shook his head at you as he got out of his own car. It was so much easier to hide the truth when none of the recruits knew that you had access to a car and they did not.

Mitch stepped out and tried to act surprised, although, he was surprised since you never mentioned that the classic BMW in the garage was yours, or at least, yours to drive. You pocketed your keys, nodded at Mitch and Stan, and walked inside.

"How does y/n have a car here?" Mitch asked Stan as they followed you up the stairs.

"She's been here for three years, Rapp. She gets some amenities that the rest of you will eventually earn as well." Stan lied. You had a car because you were his niece and, unlike the other recruits who got to go home on breaks, The Barn essentially had been your home for the past few years. Letting you keep a car there was the least Stan could do. "Don't worry about it, Rapp. Just go to bed. You did well today."

"Thank you, sir."

Mitch headed off after you. He looked at his watch. It was just past midnight.

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Gundam Sports Story Chapter 2. Back Home in Tonosho

The scramjet landed as it always did, its giant parachutes opened up and the last few G’s were decelerated out of the giant titanium bird. Catalyst and Ryu were escorted to their car, and started on the long drive out from the airport.

“you know, I think it’d be better for Ohm if we moved to the city, he’d have more kids his own age, out here in Kagawa its all senior citizens and college kids, no one lives here anymore.” Ryu said as he motioned around them taking his hands off the wheel briefly. “out here, im worried aside from video chats with his online friends, he wont really….you know, have any friends”

“I didn’t really have any friends when I was growing up, I turned out fine” Cat said, her head resting on the cool glass of the window. Watching the sun as it set on the bay

“oh I’m sure that isn’t true Cat, I’m sure you had friends when you were a little girl”

“no I’m sure I’ve told you before, there were hardly any kids on Moore, it was a business side, so it was mostly young men and women just getting their careers growing, so I was always 5 years older or 5 years younger than almost everyone, there were only like 10 or so kids in most of my classes all through school…never really liked any of them. That’s why I moved to Hatte after grade school, I wanted to go to college with people my own age, I didn’t have many friends until that point.”

“well that’s exactly my point, don’t you think Ohm deserves that? You know, to grow up with kids his own age.”

she looked behind her, as ohm layed across the back seat, covering up with his coat like a big blanket.

“yea, I suppose…..but I don’t want to move away from your parents, they love getting to come see ohm when we’re on break, or after big matches….I think it does them good” she said looking back out the window as the bay disappeared behind a sea of trees and old homes.

“Cat, is this a depression thing…you know I don’t want to pry” Ryu said setting a hand on Catalysts leg.

“maybe, I think its just I don’t want to live someplace that exposed…I like being able to just live here, I don’t feel like a celebrity you know. I mean everyone here knows me, but they aren’t stopping to ask for my autograph or anything, just asking how you and Ohm are, I hate being watched now….it makes me feel like I’m back out in the Sides….I always felt like someone was watching me out there.”

her eyes seemed to stare off, past everything around them

“I know Cat, you’ve told me before, the giant windows made it seem like someone even miles away could see you, that’s one of the reasons you liked working as a book keeper, you didn’t really have to be around anyone”

“it kept the noise down” Cat said, her voice a bit toneless

“I know, you always say the newtype thing can get overwhelming, you always thought it was just anxiety when you were a kid” Ryu said, their car cruising into their drive way, their garage door slowly rolling up “Cat we can talk more about this once the season starts to wind down, but I really think we should talk about getting Ohm at least into a school district where he would be able to make some friends”

cat just nodded, she got out of the car and grabbed her duffle bag from the trunk and walked inside their home. Ryu woke up Ohm and walked him up to bed. Their home wasn’t fancy, it wasn’t spacious. Sure they could afford a nicer house. But They liked living a smaller life, living on the run during and after the war made them learn a lot about what they wanted in life, and it wasn’t stuff, it wasn’t things, it was eachother. And it was Ohm.

Ryu got Ohm into his pajamas and into bed. After a while he walked into the room, as Cat slowly worked herself in and out of sleep, her muscles ached, and her head was a storm. The last few matches were just qualifying bouts, a formality to see who in the Japanese League would represent Japan in the Grand Prix, but the fighters were hungry, and many more then usual were Newtype expressive this year, maybe not full Newtype, but they were expressing some base characteristics, heightened awareness, auras, intrusive thoughts. It was exhausting. Catalyst grew up thinking a lot of her intrusive thoughts and fears were just anxiety or depression, but what it turned out to be was she was able to hear more passionate thoughts from those around her, and feel the auras press out from people experiencing strong emotions. A common expression of Newtype abilities, it wasn’t until she was put under the life or death event that was the Moore colony incident that her real powers, the foreknowledge, seeing things happen before they do and being able to react in kind, and the physical 6th sense where she could feel the movements of others who have habited a space before and follow them. She hated the thought that this year she might have to face newtypes with similar abilities, up until now, aside from a few of them with foreknowledge or the one kid from the Oceanian Union who could telepathically yell at her and project images into her thoughts, she had a pretty easy time of it….she hoped this year would go as smoothly.

“everything okay Cat?…you look stressed” Ryu spoke, softly as he climbed into bed alongside her. She smiled up at him

“no, I’m alright, just thinking about work”

“works over, home time.” He said kissing her on the top of her head

She sat in the flight simulator that sat in the corner of her garage, watching computer generated images move around her as Tenneth spoke through her headset.

Ryu was old fashioned in a lot of ways, Cat liked that, it reminded her of her grandparents, who were the first generation to be shipped out to the sides. Ryu grew up on earth, and as such didn’t seem to possess any Newtype abilities, and didn’t seem to put off any aura or even intrusive thoughts. That was one of the things Cat loved about him, when she met him he was one of the first people in her life who didn’t express even a tiny bit of psychic energy. She couldn’t read his emotions through anything but her eyes. And neither could he, but he could read her like a book some nights. Cat snuggled up to Ryu and drifted off to sleep.

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“come on Cat, let that anger out, you’re getting too clouded. Remember, don’t think, act. If you want to avoid having a Newtype spring some mind game trap on you, we need you to ignore all those intrusive thoughts and all the noise up there, and just hit them.” Catalyst used the small thumb stick on the right flightstick to cycle through her combat maneuvers, and select the appropriate ones as the situation called for them, with the most common ones mapped to her primary triggers on the left and right and the two thumb buttons on either side of the thumb stick. A simple block here, a windmill block there, cycle through the menu, Judo Transition, Kata Ha Jime hold, followed by punching the opponents camera out. Battle reset, the simulated mental noise being piped into her earphones increased in volume as it did so. Another round of simple block, windmill block, menu cycle, scarf lock, opponent reverses, Kata Gatame to reverse said reversal, elbow drop to back of head. Combat resets, volume increases, opponent moving faster. Windmill block, opponent has a heat hawk, windmill block again, axe swinging in, opponent moving very fast, Deashi Harai throw, opponent is briefly stunned, Uki gatame hold, try to wrestle away the heat hawk, heat hawk secured. Opponent punches the cockpit of the GM, the first one catches her of guard, the second causes the combat alarm to sound, ending the match.

“you alright Cat…didn’t want to over stimulate you, but figured throwing a few faster ones in there wouldn’t offset you that much” Tenneth spoke as he walked into the garage, turning the lights on as he did so.

she wasn’t paying attention to his hand once the heat hawk was freed.

simulation ended, the noise finally stops

Cat took the earphones out and sat back in her seat.

“no…Ten I think I messed up…I’ve been worrying since last night about whats going to happen if another Newtype on my level actually makes it into the Grand Prix this year, theres a lot of lower rank fighters I’ve gotten paired up with during these qualifying matches who have some abilities, what if someone on my level shows up, who can really throw me off my game” Tenneth sat down in the chair facing the simulated pilot seat itself and handed her, her water bottle.

“well Cat, that’s a good question….I mean intrusive thoughts and that one Aussie who could telegraph stuff at you were bad enough, that’s why we added them to the training routine”

“telepath” she said

“im sorry?”

“the Oceanian Union fighter who used the Gray Efreet with the twin heat hawks, he was a Telepath”

“ah right, sends words an pictures into your head, that’s what I said.” Tenneth stuttered “I mean is there a lot worse than that?...when you say someone on your level, you gotta remember I’m not entirely sure what that entails”

“well I know some of them can cause low level visual hallucinations, like, in Terra Stormriders book, War and Humanities place in it, she talks about weaponizing Newtypes, I guess one of the ones she fought during the war was able to make it seem like she was running through a field with them, as little girls, she said she felt like she was there for hours with her. Imagine if I got in a match and some jag puts me in a submission hold and then transports me to some psychic day dream while I accidently tap out or what have you…..how would I even combat that.”

“well…I mean I could see about finding some Newtype pilot, I know a few from the service, I could call one of them,set up a few test matches with him, we could do the fight in the fukushima exclusion zone, wouldn’t have to worry about helicopters or anything, you and them could work through some counter Newtype techniques, try and figure out some solutions to deal with whatever happens.”

Cat took the straw to her waterbottle out of her mouth and thought for a moment “well…I mean the worst that could happen is theres another Newtype out there who might end up in the Grand Prix who would know said counter Newtype techniques….guess it’s better then going into a Newtype V Newtype fight blind. Got anyone in mind?”

“I’ve got just the guy, he was the Feddie Airforces Ace of Aces, took down over 100 dopps, and even took out a gow carrier single handedly. All with a saberfish, if memory serves, he’s started fighting on the Brazillian circuit” Tenneth said pulling up his MSMMAA stat chart on his tablet. Handing it to Catalyst after he had done so.

“he’s doing pretty well in qualifying, so who knows if he’ll make it to the Prix or not, but he looks like he might make it in. whats he piloting for his qualifying matches? He have a corporate sponsor?” Cat said finishing the last of her water

“right now he’s got a Feddier surplus Zaku, was being used as a test suit in Oceania, near the Sydney ruins, but guessing he bought it off em, or stole it, or won it who knows. been using that, guess he modded the mocap computer, added some basic krav maga and what not into it, nothing too fancy with the zakus limited range of movement of course. guess hes doing pretty well for himself out there in Brazil…no listed corporate sponsors though. I could call Canon up, ask to barrow the Madea and have him and his team flown over. Set up some fake photo shoot somewhere, get all the mobile suit paparazzi away from the fukushima zone, so no one will be any the wiser.”

cat handed the tablet back to Tenneth

“and we’re sure hes full Newtype, not just expressive?” she asked

“that’s what interviews with him will have you believe, no specifics on how his manifests, but from what he says about it, it sounds like hes pretty powerful. Foreknowledge, projection the works. Must be how hes moving up the ranks so quick.”

“wonder why he left the federation? Said on there he had been promoted to captain” Cat asked as she leaned forward and started to log out of the simulatior

“donno, maybe there really is just that much more money to be made in the fighting pit than in a fighter jet.

#gundam #fanfic #chapter 2

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Taking In Strays - Chapter 7 - Steve Rogers Fanfic

A/N: Sorry its taken a while to update, a damn thing called real life keeps getting in the way of fun things like writing! Story Summary: Emily Embers is at rock bottom, doing what she can to care for her son after the death of her husband. A fall on an icy street finds her in the arms of Steve Rogers, who offers her some assistance that she gratefully accepts, but little does Steve know just how deep he will have to get himself into someone else’s world in order to save them. Chapter Summary: With Steve away on a mission Emily is left alone, having to work through what she’d seen Bucky do, not sure who she can tell. When she has to return to Stark Tower for something she finds herself being dragged into something that will change her life for the foreseeable future... Triggers/Warnings: Drug Addiction/Withdrawal

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Taking In Strays – Chapter 7

Emily stared at the empty spot on the sidewalk that Collins had just left, unable to process what she’d just seen. Was Bucky Hydra still? What had Collins given him? The rain had started to soak up the leg of her pants, her feet starting to freeze where the cold water had seeped into her plain leather flats she wore for work. The sound of the door to the strip club opening brought her back to the present, knowing she needed to get back to Stark Tower and speak to Steve immediately.

Rushing through the busy streets, dodging around slow walkers and getting frustrated as she waited for crosswalk lights to change, she finally made it back to the tower, soaked and out of breath, and just in time to see Steve running across one of the walkways that crossed the large atrium reception area;

“Steve!” Emily called out, her voice echoing around the large space

He stopped and peered over the handrail, briefly watching as Sam and Wanda ran past him;

“There’s a mission, its urgent... here” he fished his car key out of his pocket and motioned to throw them down to Emily, watching as she stood below with her hands cupped in front of her, catching them as he dropped it the 30ft between them; “I can’t talk now... but I’ll keep you updated”

Emily nodded as she watched him give her one final glance before running a full speed into the building and towards the armoury, hoping that whatever he had been called away to do was nothing to do with what she had seen in the alleyway.

By the time she collected Mickey from day care later that afternoon the tower seemed quiet, presuming that most of the agents and operational staff were on whatever mission Steve had been called away for. Cradling her sleepy son in her arms as she rode the elevator down to the parking garage her mind was elsewhere as she fumbled for the Steve’s keys as she balanced a now sleeping Mickey with one arm.

“Here, let me help”

Emily squeaked, she hadn’t heard anyone approaching, turning around in fear only to see Bucky standing next to her with his hand outstretched. For a few moments she just stared at him, scared of what she had seen and what the connotations were, whether everything he had made out that he was, was in fact a lie.

“Ems? You ok? You look like you’re struggling there”

He reached around and plucked the keys from her finger, unlocking the car and opening the back door so that she could get Mickey into his seat. As she fastened the buckles she heard his voice close behind her;

“You want me to drive? It’s quite a storm out there tonight”

Emily turned, quietly closing the door before holding her hand out for the keys, using all of her energy to keep her voice calm;

“No, thank you”

“Ok, cool”

As she climbed into the driver’s seat she watched as he walked around the car, smiling at her as he climbed in next to her. Reversing out of the space, she slowly made her way up the ramp and waited for the ANPR camera’s to read the licence plate and raise the barrier, before finally pulling out onto the busy uptown traffic.

“You know its fine to be nervous”

Bucky’s voice made her jump again as she let out a little gasp;

“Umm... I’m not nervous, why would I be nervous?”

“Because your new boyfriend has been dragged off on a important mission?”

“Oh yes... right... that...” she took a deep breath, realising what Bucky was talking about; “Yes, sorry. I guess it’s just been a bit of a rollercoaster few weeks for me”

“I can imagine”

Bucky let his words hang in the air as Emily slowly moved the car through traffic and onwards to Steve’s apartment, having to park halfway around the block as everyone else had the same idea and had filled the spaces closest to the building’s entrance. Shrugging her coat off she pulled Mickey out of his car seat, covering him with her jacket as Bucky followed close behind, their heads ducked low from the rain.

The ride in the elevator was a quiet one, Emily still cradling Mickey in her arms as he started to come to after his nap, Bucky tapping out messages on his phone until the doors opened and he stepped aside to let Emily out first. When they reached their respective apartment doors Emily carefully let herself into Steve’s, Bucky standing at his door as he watched Emily silently close the door behind her, trying to figure out what was going on in her mind that had her so on edge.

~*~

Emily woke the next morning with a start. She’d slept fitfully, waking numerous times, scared when she felt for a warm body next to hers only to find the covers cool. Eventually she’d carefully lifted Mickey out of his toddler bed and into hers, letting his little warm body rest against hers as she finally fell asleep. When her alarm sounded quietly just a couple of hours later she groaned, annoyed that she’d forgotten to turn it off as Friday was her day off, yet more than anything she wanted to go into work just to get an update on Steve.

Instead she got up and quietly showered, letting Mickey sleep in her bed as she started to nervously tidy the apartment. By mid morning she was pacing the carpet, chewing on a hangnail as Mickey played with his toys when her phone beeped from across the room. Sprinting the few yards to get it she pressed the button, hoping it was Steve with an update, but only seeing an IM from Lillian;

>Hows it going? Any update from Steve?

<Nothing yet. Just kinda pacing the apartment getting anxious.

<I was never like this with Brock. Lol

She typed nervously, her mind returning back to how different Steve was from her ex husband.

>I’ve got this afternoon off if you wanted some company?

<I’d really like that. And I’m sure Mickey would love to see you too

>Send me the address, I’ll be with you after 2pm xxx

Now that she had something to look forward to - and keep her mind busy - Emily found that the rest of the morning flew by, and once she’d given Mickey his lunch and cleared up the aftermath of leftover lasagne she heard a quiet knock at the door. Glancing at the clock and seeing it was 2.15pm she ran to the door, checking the spy hole only to see Lillian’s familiar lip piercing as she made a comedy duck face inches from it.

Throwing the door open and greeting her friend with a hug they soon got talking, Lillian playing on the rug with Mickey as Emily was finally able to take a seat on the couch and enjoy a coffee whilst it was still hot.

“So you and Steve then...” Lillian waggled her eyebrows as she watched Emily blush crimson red; “Finally found a guy that does it for ya?”

“How do you...?”

“News travels fast in the tower...”

Emily set her mug down, the bottom dropping out of her stomach as she let her mind get away from her;

“So people think....?”

“Not people. A select few that were standing behind Sam as he quietly congratulated Steve on actually opening up to someone. And you’ll be pleased to know the only other two people that overheard were Sharon and Nat; both of whom give their blessing by the way”

Emily let out an unsteady breath;

“Wow... and that’s a pair of pretty intimidating ex’s to get approval from too”

“I thought you and Sharon were tight from before?”

“We are... but in the years between then and now we’ve both led different lives and I’m now shacked up with a guy that said the wrong name to her in bed...”

Lillian nodded before helping Mickey unwind a toy that had gotten caught in the fringe of the rug;

“I take it he didn’t do that with you?”

Emily let the smile spread over her face as she was reminded of the night she spent with Steve;

“No, it was Emily each time”

“Each time? Now you gotta give a girl details... how many times were there?!”

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Lillian trying to get salacious details out of Emily, who in turn was very tight lipped out of respect for Steve. When the time came to give Mickey his dinner Lillian made to leave, pulling on her jacket before giving her friend a hug;

“We need to do this more often”

“I know. I’ve missed this”

“I’ll PM you my schedule for the next couple a weeks, I have a date with Johnny tomorrow so am hoping that writes off the rest of the weekend” she said with a wink

“Johnny Storm?”

Lillian stopped, looking at her friend with curiosity;

“How do you...?”

“He knows Steve...”

Emily wasn’t sure how much Lillian knew so left it there, seeing her friend out of the apartment before keeping herself busy fixing dinner for herself and Mickey, tidying the mess that Mickey had made. Pulling the various small things out from under the couch where he’d shoved them her fingers curled around a small piece of card. Dropping the toys into the storage box she stood and peered at the faded typeset;

“Sarah Rogers”

Looking at the birth date she realised it would have been Steve mother she turned the small card over in her hands somehow feeling a pang of loneliness when she realised she missed him so much and they still had so much to learn about each other.

The sound of the microwave beeping to tell her that dinner was ready pulled her from her thoughts, stowing the small card safely on the open shelves high out of Mickey’s reach, weighing it down with her keys to keep it safe.

By the time she crawled into bed that night having let Mickey fall asleep on the couch as she worked on notes for new designs she was asleep within minutes of her head hitting the pillow, Mickey snoring quietly from his little bed in the corner of the room.

~*~

Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind Emily became aware of a warmth spreading over her back, creeping over her hip and resting on her stomach. Willing her mind to draw itself from the haze of sleep it took her a few moments to come to, and when she realised that she wasn’t alone in her bed anymore she tensed.

“Shhh... its fine... it’s me”

Steve’s soft whisper soothed her panic;

“You’re back”

Shifting under his arm she rolled to face him, hardly able to see in the faint light of the dark night, only the illumination from the small nightlight they’d installed for Mickey showing the tired look on his face. Cupping his cheek softly with her hand she pressed a kiss to his chapped lips before he pulled her close and deepened the kiss. As she found her fingers winding into the soft hair at the back of his head she felt it was still wet;

“Did you shower?”

“Yeah. You wouldn’t have wanted me in here the way I was before...”

Emily wasn’t going to ask, she remembered from the days she was married to Brock that even though he would be run through the decontamination showers at the facility, if it was really bad he’d shower again once he got home, and it was usually because blood took a couple of goes to fully rinse from skin and hair;

“Are you hurt?”

“No... Just tired”

Emily pressed a kiss to his forehead before snuggling into his firm chest, the soft fabric of his bed jersey comforting against her cheek, and she soon found herself dropping off to sleep again thanks to the steady rise and fall of Steve’s chest.

~*~

The next morning Emily woke to find a Steve’s strong hand had crept up the front of her pyjama top and was gently cupping her breast, his breath warm on her neck;

“You awake?” he muttered softly

“I am now...”

She felt his lips curl into a grin as he pressed his body to her hip so she could feel his hardness;

“Next time I do this I’m carrying you into my room...”

Emily’s heart swelled a little when she realised he was mindful of the fact that Mickey was still sleeping in the room they were in. Before she could dwell on that thought any further a little wide eyed face appeared at the side of her bed, grinning at her and Steve before climbing up onto the duvet;

“Morning little man... look who’s back?” Emily smiled as she greeted Mickey, watching as he saw Steve over her shoulder for the first time.

“Dada!”

She felt Steve’s body tense when they both realised what Mickey had said, turning in Steve’s arms so she could see the look of shock on his face;

“Its... it’s something we need to discuss... right?”

Steve nodded, clearing his throat before he looked to Mickey;

“You been good for your Mommy?”

Mickey proceeded to start jumping on the bed, giggling as he watched his mother and Steve shift until they were sitting up, their backs leaning against the bed frame as Steve wrapped his arm around her shoulders;

“So did I miss much?”

Emily realised she needed to tell him about Bucky, clearing her throat as she tried to gather her thoughts;

“There was something... it happened when I went out to lunch to the drug store... OH SHIT”

It suddenly hit her; she hadn’t taken the morning after pill, the whole reason for her trip out two days prior. Steve looked at her, confused;

“What?”

Emily was already climbing out of bed, reaching for her robe as she started to babble;

“First off, I saw something then and I had rushed back to the tower to tell you but you were heading out on your mission, I’ve forgotten to take the damn pill”

“The one to stop the...” Steve motioned his finger to her body

“Yeah”

“Is it too late?”

“No, you can take it up to 72 hours afterwards, but I left it at the office”

“Okay, so take my truck to the tower, traffic will be light this time of the morning. What was the other thing?”

Emily sat on the side of the bed next to him, taking a deep breath;

“Do you remember Jack Collins?”

“Brock’s right hand man?”

“Yeah. I saw him when I was at the drug store”

“What was he doing?”

“He handed someone a package in an alleyway. Some kind of deal”

Steve watched as Emily chewed on her lip, trying to keep his voice calm;

“Emily... please, what else aren’t you saying?”

“The person he sold the stuff to... it was...” she took a deep breath; “It was Bucky”

The next hour was a whirr of activity in the apartment, Steve insisting he was ok to look after Mickey whilst Emily went to the tower, calling Sam as Emily left to ask him to come over, knowing he would be able to see the logical side of things before Steve did something rash like kicking his way into Bucky’s apartment and beat the shit out of him. Giving Emily a kiss as she left, she ruffled Mickey’s hair as he sat at the table eating before scooping her apartment keys and loose change from the shelf;

“I won’t be long”

“Ok, drive safe”

~*~

As Emily climbed out of Steve’s truck she was surprised to see Lillian running up to her;

“Come on! You’ve got to come see?!” she said excitedly

“See what?” Emily asked as Lillian dragged her to the elevator where Johnny was waiting

“Hi Miss Embers” he said shyly as he pressed the button for the floor where Tony Stark’s lab was located.

“Hi Johnny”

She looked to Lillian who had a huge smile on her face, beaming with pride as they rode up through the building;

“Johnny has an interview with Maria to become an agent!”

“Oh hey, congratulations Johnny”

He ran his hand through his close cropped hair and Emily immediately recognised it as one of Steve’s traits, smiling when she realised that kind of thing must be in the DNA rather than learnt from family influence. That thought had her mind turning to Mickey and who his father really was, wondering what he’d get from Bucky’s DNA.

As the elevator climbed through the higher floors the metal elevator shaft became the glass panels of the building, and she was able to see the rainy cityscape before her as her thoughts turned back to Lillian;

“So what are we doing?”

“Tony’s running an experiment!”

“So what’s new? He does it every weekend when staff numbers are low in case of casualties and when there isn’t as much drain on the power supply from everyone working”

“This one is special! I saw the budget outline yesterday, its massive. Portal stuff massive.”

“So...”

“So we might get to see if there can be a link made from here to Asgard”

It still shocked Emily that after the events of New York almost half a decade earlier that they weren’t alone in the universe, and some of the aliens looked incredibly human having seen Thor on the TV, although she was yet to meet him in person. Her thoughts were interrupted by Johnny being rather excited;

“This is SO cool! I mean I haven’t even had an interview yet and I’m going to be able to see one of Mr Starks full on mad scientist experiments”

Emily let her two elevator companions talk excitedly about what was about to happen, stepping aside as they reached the correct floor, only to run into Agent Maximoff as they emerged from the elevator;

“Good Morning Emily” Wanda greeted her in her strong accent; “I wasn’t expecting to see you this morning”

“Yeah... I forgot something in my office and had to come back for it”

Wanda swiped her security pass through the reader and let the four of them into the lab, Emily looking around in wonder until she saw a few familiar faces in the twenty or so people that were in the room. The looming purple form of Vision slowly ascended down from the upper level, greeting Wanda before turning to the rest of them;

“Mrs Rumlow, so wonderful to see you again”

“Hello Jarv... err, Vision. Good to see you too. And I use my maiden name now, but please; call me Emily”

“As you wish”

Although his words sounded harsh she knew that it was just the way he was made – literally – so stood with them as the lab techs worked quietly and efficiently, the screen readings starting to spike as the centre of the room started to waiver as if it was some sort of mirage. From behind one bank of computers Tony looked up, grinning as he saw his experiment was working. Noticing where the small crowd had gathered at the side of the room and giving them a wave before returning to the screen with a frown on his face.

The mirage like wavering started to spin and churn, and Emily could smell sulphur in the air like you did just before a rainstorm was about to hit. The old amalgam fillings she had in her back teeth started to tingle as the mirage became a spinning circle, blue and green sparks pulling from the rim into the centre before finally it suddenly sparked into life, a swirling portal opening up to the chorus of gasps and cheers. A tall figure appeared through the blur, metal breastplate and flowing red cape giving away that Thor was calmly walking through before he stepped down onto the smooth floor of the lab, looking to Tony as the portal whirred behind him;

“Mr Stark!” his deep voice boomed; “You seem to have been successful”

Thor had a huge grin on his face as he looked to his friend, Tony giving him the thumbs up as everyone’s eyes were trained on the portal, a second figure appearing through the blur until his tall frame became clear, and panic set in around the lab.

“Oh, we’re back here?”

His disappointed voice sounded clear as panic started to run through the rest of the people in the lab, Thor turning around to his brother;

“Loki, I told you to stay back until I could explain...”

Thor was unable to finish what he was saying, the portal was starting to change, sparks flying out from the edge rather than into the centre, people starting to push to get away, yet it was having a different affect on some of the people in the room;

“Shit! What the fuck is happening?!”

Johnny looked down at his palms that had started to flame, shaking them to distinguish it but having no luck. Wanda crumpled down onto the floor, her head in her hands as she screamed, her red magic swirling around her and forming a funnel above her like a tornado. Vision let out a strangled cry, the infinity stone in his head starting to vibrate painfully, panic in his eyes as he couldn’t understand what was going on. Behind the panicked enhanced people, the portal had started to collapse, Thor and Loki taking a step further into the room as they looked from the events happening in the room to the portal.

Through it all no-one noticed Emily, her screams fading into the roar of noise that was filling the lab as she was knocked to the ground, something pulling her towards the portal as she slid along the smooth floor. The last thing she saw before the portal closed was Loki flicking his hands out to the chaos that was happening in the room, attempting to contain the red tornado that was rising above Wanda, before everything went black.

~*~

Steve chewed on a nail nervously as he sat beside Mickey and watched him slowly spoon yogurt into his mouth, having a 50/50 success rate at getting the spoon to reach its target. He attempted to keep his mood light, yet his mind was elsewhere as he nursed his coffee. A quiet knock at the door had his head springing up before he raced to the door, thankful to see Sam as he opened it.

“Hey man, what was so urgent you had to pull me out of bed four hours after we just got back?”

“Shhh! Come in!”

Sam immediately saw the worry on Steve’s face, stepping in and closing the door quietly before following him into the kitchen. He took a seat on the far side of Mickey, thanking Steve as he was handed a cup of coffee before letting Steve sit, he knew better than to rush someone when they had something important to say. Finally Steve cleared his throat;

“I’ve got a bit of a situation...”

Sam nodded, sipping his coffee as he let Steve continue in his own time.

“... Emily saw Bucky get involved in some sort of deal with one of Brock’s old team a couple of days back when she went to the drug store”

“Was it at the drug store?”

“No, in an alleyway nearby. She saw Collins hand Bucky a package”

Sam sat and thought for a moment;

“Is Collins Hydra?”

“He was. And I’ve got no reason to consider otherwise”

“Do you know what was in the package?”

Steve shook his head, trying to compose himself and not think the worst;

“What do I do Sam? What if Bucky never left Hydra behind?”

Sam stood and quietly topped up his mug, offering the pot to Steve who shook his head;

“What do you think? Do you think Bucky could still be Hydra? After everything they did to him. You saw what he was like in Romania, he was doing everything he could to evade them and us. I know you think we don’t get on, but the dude has been there for us an awful lot, I definitely think you need to talk to him calmly about this... and as soon as possible”

Steve stood, going to the window as he looked out over the rain soaked streets;

“You’re right. Shit, I don’t know how long Emily is going to be...”

“Go now, I’ll sit here with Mickey. My sister has kids so I’m used to being around them. And I’ll literally be next door, all you need to do is holler and I can be there in seconds if you need me”

Steve nodded, fishing the spare key for Bucky’s apartment out of the old Empire State building mug without a handle that sat in the cupboard;

“I’ll leave the apartment door open so you can hear”

~*~

Steve stood outside Bucky’s door, turning the key over in his hands before he quietly slotted it into the lock, turning it quietly before he pushed into the darkened apartment. Leaving the door open slightly as he took a few tentative steps before stopping, listening intently to the quiet sounds of the apartment; the clock ticking, the hum of the refrigerator humming, and through it all he could hear a quiet sniff. Listening again he heard it coming from the bathroom and edged nearer, stepping into the narrow sliver of light that crossed the hallway and peered in.

What he saw made his heart sink. Bucky was sat on the floor, his head resting against his propped up knees as his flesh arm lay limp against his side. Steve pushed the door open slowly, knowing the Bucky by now knew he was there, finally seeing the syringe filled with the pale blue liquid resting in his metal hand.

“Steve...” Bucky’s voice sounded broken; “Steve please...”

He bent down and plucked the full syringe from his friend’s hand, setting it onto the counter before kneeling at his friend’s side;

“Bucky... What’s going on?”

Steve sucked in a painful breath as Bucky looked up at him and he saw for the first time his sunken eyes and tear stained cheeks;

“It’s Hydra... what they did to me... What they pumped into me... Its how they made sure I always came back, because I needed it”

Steve realised what Bucky was saying, that Hydra had pumped him so full of drugs and chemicals they’d forced an addiction on him, and when Hydra had fallen his supply had gone;

“What’s in it?”

Bucky leant back against the side of the bath and took a deep breath;

“Amphetamines, Steroids, a painkiller similar to Morphine, Caffeine... that’s the closest mix they can find to match what Hydra used to give us”

“Us? Who’s us? And who’s making this stuff? Is it Collins?”

Bucky shook his head;

“No, he’s doing what he can to help those of us that were displaced. He found a lab in Saskatchewan; it comes over the border in shipments of cheese of all things...”

Steve sat back against the wall, looking at his friend, unsure what to do;

“How come you didn’t need it in Wakanda?”

Bucky shrugged;

“Perhaps it was because they gave me painkillers for the Cryo and then the procedure for the new arm? I dunno. All I know is that it had worked its way out of my system by the time I got back here” his lip trembled as he remembered the withdrawal; “And it hurt so bad, my whole body. It was worse than anything Zola ever did to me”

“So what do we do now? What happens next?”

They sat in silence for a moment before Bucky finally spoke;

“If I don’t take it I get sick. If I do take it I become fun happy Bucky that everyone loves, but that needs another hit in two weeks time”

“You can’t take it Buck... you need to get off this stuff. You need to consider your responsibilities now...”

“Stark?”

“No, Mickey you fool. Emily has only just let you back into Mickey’s life. No matter what happens between Emily and me you are still Mickey’s father”

Steve let his words hang in the air for a moment, watching as the realisation of his situation sank into Bucky’s mind; that no matter what he had to get himself cleaned up. Before he could reply they both heard the sound of small feet running into Bucky’s apartment, and a small familiar face appeared in the doorway, closely followed by an out of breath Sam who was still holding a phone to his ear;

“Yeah... hang on a second...” he looked from Steve to Bucky to the syringe that still sat on the counter and immediately knew what was going on, he’d seen it many times before with veterans that left the forces. He looked to Steve as he held the phone to his chest;

“Sorry man, he just ran off whilst I was on the phone...”

“No worries Sam... Could you just take him back to my apartment?”

“We’ve got a situation...”

“What?”

“There’s been an accident at the tower” Steve’s eyes shot up Sam’s as he was handed his phone; “Its Tony”

Steve tentatively took the phone, his hands shaking as he pressed it to his ear;

“Tony...?”

“Steve... There’s been an accident... It’s Emily”

“What... where is she?”

“We don’t know...”

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