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TRP Prologue - Welcome to the Story of Y/N L/N

Summary: To others, being princess is living the dream. To Y/N, it’s a living nightmare. But, that was until the day that she received the letter that changed her life and met the people who love her for her true self.

Warning/s: use of the word “damn”

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Anybody else would think that being the first-born Princess is literally living the dream.

Let me tell you, it’s not.

“Y/N, put down the book and head downstairs for the Family portrait.” My mother, Queen Ahnica, snapped as she entered my room.

I sighed, placing a bookmark on the page I was currently reading, “Do we honestly have to do this mother? We already did this last year.”

She glared at me, “Do you always have to ask? Now stop this nonsense and give them a smile when we get down. We don’t want the press giving a bad image, don’t we?”

I mentally rolled my eyes as I followed her out of the room, “Yes mother.”

We headed down to the lounge where the royal photographer, my father (King Michael), and my younger sister (Princess Christel) were waiting for us.

I sat down beside my sister, who gave me a sympathetic smile as she placed her hand on top of mine.

“Don’t worry.” She reassured, “This’ll all be over in a minute.”

And boy did that minute feel like an hour.

When we had finished, Clark, our chief of staff approached us.

“Your highnesses,” he greeted, giving a small bow, “There is someone wanting to see you.”

My mother and father exchanged a confused look, before we followed Clark into the guest lounge.

Standing there was a middle-aged woman, her hair in a tight bun and a stern but gentle look on her face.

“Good day Mr. and Mrs. L/N, or should I say your highnesses.” She said, giving a curtsy,

My father smiled, “Good day Ma’am. What assistance could we offer you?”

The woman chuckled, “My name is McGonagall and I’m just here to give your daughter, Princess Y/N, a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

I looked up at her, meeting her eyes for the first time, “Me?”

My sister looked at me excitedly.

The woman nodded, handing me an envelope with the words, Princess Y/N L/N, Montenaro Palace.

Christel nudged my shoulder, “Go on, open it.” She encouraged.

I opened it and pulled out the letter inside.

Dear Mr/Ms. L/N,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

I looked up again at the woman, my parents were both stunned into silence, “Am I really going to learn magic?”

McGongall nodded, “Indeed dear, and at the best wizarding school Britain has to offer.”

“But magic isn’t real.” My mother interjected.

McGonagall brought out a thin, stick and with a small wave of her hand, bubbles erupted from it. She then pointed to a teacup on a nearby table, turning it into a teapot.

“So magic is real?” Christel asked in awe.

McGonagall nodded, “It is.”

I turned to my parents as I gave them a pleading look, “Please mum, dad. Can I go.”

My parents exchanged a silent argument before my father said, “You may go. But if this is some sort of scam. You will regret dragging my daughter into this.”

The woman nodded, “You will regret nothing your highness.”

She then turned to me, “I’ll be meeting up with you next week to get your school supplies.”

As soon as she left, my mother turned to my father, “How could you let her? She’s ten! She should be attending finishing school, not some sort of magic school with a bunch of idiots!”

My father sighed, “We’ve taught her everything that she could be taught in finishing school ever since she was five. She’ll be fine.”

When September first rolled around, McGonagall brought me to King’s Cross Station and she had instructed me how to board on to Platform 9 and 3/4. Thankfully, I was able to leave before my parents realized that I was wearing “normal” clothes. Because if they did, I would’ve received a full lecture about maintaining an image for the press.

To be honest, jeans and a shirt were a lot more comfortable than a corset and a gown.

At first, I thought it was absurd. But after seeing the serious look on her face, I decided to give it the benefit of the doubt and run into the barrier in between Platforms 9 and 10.

I closed my eyes, braced myself for impact. But a cold chill came over me before I heard the chatter of a lively crowd, I opened my eyes, seeing a red and black train with a sign that said, Hogwarts Express.

A hopped onto the train, looking for a spare compartment. I didn’t expect anyone to recognize me as the princess, and I wish they wouldn’t.

I found a compartment that was occupied by two identical looking gingers.

I gently knocked on the compartment door, sliding it open a bit before asking, “Excuse me, but is it okay if I sat here? Everywhere else was full.”

One of them nodded, “Of course you may. I’m George by the way.” He said, offering his hand with I shook, giving him a small smile.

He then nodded to the boy sitting opposite of him, “That’s my twin brother, Fred.”

Fred stared at me, his mouth slightly agape, “Bloody hell, you’re gorgeous.”

I bit my lip, feeling my cheeks heat up as Fred was snapped out of his trance by George laughing.

“Oh, sorry.” He apologized, grinning sheepishly.

I giggled, “It’s fine.”

The three of us bonded over the train ride and became fast friends.

Despite the fact that Fred and George were identical twins, I had absolutely no trouble telling them apart, though something about Fred made my heart race a bit faster and the butterflies to rise up to my stomach.

It’s been three years since I first met the twins. I was now in my fourth year at Hogwarts.

Before I headed down to the Great Hall for Lunch, I adjusted the necklace I was wearing.

Once I arrived, I immediately slipped into the seat between the twins.

Hermione took a sip of her pumpkin juice, looking up from her book, “Where did you get that?”

I looked at her, slightly confused, “Where did I get what?”

“That necklace.”

I looked down and realized that I wasn’t able to hide my necklace in my blouse properly.

“My mum gave it to me.” I managed to stutter out.

“Why? What’s wrong with her necklace?” Ginny asked, “It seems alright to me.”

Everyone in our group was watching me and Hermione, obviously interested in the exchange.

“Well, it’s not just any necklace.” Hermione stated, “There’s only one necklace like that.”

Fred chuckled, “Hermione, I’m sure that necklace is one of billions.”

“No.” She insisted, “There is only one necklace like that and it belongs to the first-born princess of Montenaro.”

She stared at me intently, I could almost see the gears turning in her brain. Besides, she was called the “brightest witch of her age” for a reason.

“Oh Godric!” She gasped and I knew she had come to her conclusion, “What was your last name again?” She asked.

I sighed, “L/N.”

“How did I not notice it before?” She said, most likely to herself, “It makes so much sense now.”

“Hermione, not all of us are geniuses here. So, mind catching us up on what exactly makes sense?” Harry joked.

“The reason why Y/N has that necklace, even though it’s super rare, is because she is the first-born princess of Montenaro. She’s part of the L/N family, she’s basically royalty.” Hermione explained excitedly.

The group looked at me for confirmation.

“Is it true love?” Fred asked softly, “You’re a princess?”

I nodded, letting out a quiet, “yes.”

Everyone was dead silent; you would have thought that someone had just dropped dead in front of us.

Angelina was the first one to break the silence, “Why didn’t you tell us?”

I sighed, “I didn’t want you guys to treat me differently. Because when your royalty and others see you, all people can think about is: she’s the princess, she’s next in line for the throne. And being princess, I’m never free. Every decision is made for me, every word, every moved has to be supervised because there’s always some sort of protocol that’s against it. You guys love me and care about me not because I’m the princess. But because you see the real me. You don’t see me as ‘Princess Y/N’, you guys see me as just Y/N.”

I felt Fred hold my hand under the table as I continued, “Here, I am able to be myself, without having to worry about the damn rules or the press. That’s why I spend every holiday I could at the Burrow. Because I like being free. Because I’ve felt more at home there that when I’ve spent a portion of my life at the palace. That’s why I kept my identity a secret. I feared that when you guys learned the truth, you would treat me differently.”

Fred and George encased me in a “Weasley twin hug” as the former kissed the top of my head.

“We’ll always love you darling.” He whispered, “Whether you’re royalty or not.”

I smiled, “Really? You’re not mad that I kept all of this a secret?”

George chuckled, “Of course we’re not.”

“Fred’s right. To us, your being a princess is just a title, but what matters is the side of Y/N that you want to show us.” Ginny added.

I laughed as all of them wrapped me in a group hug, “What did I do to deserve friends like you guys.”

Fred laughed, running a hand through my hair, “What did we do to deserve being friends with an actual princess?”

“Way to ruin the moment, Freddie!”

“Did you have to bring it up now?”

The rest of the group chimed as they playfully scolded Fred.

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gh0stfacesho3 · 5 years ago

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could i get a medieval AU where Mirio Togata is a highly respected knight who falls in love with a poor and neglected prostitute who was forced to become a sex worker to care of her 2 younger brothers? you can decide how they meet and put whatever details. Also pls add smut at the end!^^

Ouuuuuuu wow I love this ☺️ thank you so much for this I love the variety of characters I’m getting !!! Also I made Eri the princess that Mirio protects for this plot bc it just makes sense.

Shining Armor

Pairing: Mirio Togata x (F)Reader

Warnings: +18, smut, praise kink

Word Count: +5.7k words

Mirio stood closely to the princess, watching guard as she looked at a street market, amazed by all the crystals and rocks that were on the table.

“Sir Mirio, may I get this one?” The young Princess asked as she tugged at Mirio’s finger, pointing to a crystal necklace. He turned his attention to her and smiled.

“Of course, Princess! You can have anything you’d like, and I told you that you can just call me Mirio.” The knight chuckled as he pulled some gold coins from his satchel.

“The Princess can take it free of charge!” The old women said, handing the necklace to Eri who refused it.

“She won’t take it unless it’s paid for.” Mirio smiled, handing her extra coins. “For your generousity, I’ll pay you extra.” The blond smiled, taking the necklace and placing it around Eri’s neck. She did a spin and smiled, making the old lady tear up.

“I’m so glad we have such a beautiful and cheerful princess in our kingdom now.” Another old witch popped in, holding a staff to keep herself up.

Mirio nodded, remembering the day he helped save her. That is exactly how he became so respected, being he risked his life to save this princess from a very evil dragon king. This kingdom was accepting of all nature and races. You could be a witch, troll, giant, dwarf, half human and half of anything else and you’d still be excepted with open arms into the Ultra Kingdom. So, when Mirio was almost killed by the dragon king, he was able to strike the last blow, pushing his sword through the eye of the dragon king. Thanks to all the witches in Ultra, he was able to be saved and have all his injuries healed for the most part. Being his injuries were very sever, they took Mirio off the front lines and now have him as the sole protector of the new princess.

“Mirio!! Look, they have sweets!” Eri said, dragging Mirio towards another booth. It’s been about three month’s since he saved Eri, and it always made him tear up to see her so happy now.

“Sir Knight Mirio! Please take these pastries! You’ve fought so hard for us and protect our sunshine! We don’t know what we would do without you and Princess Eri.” The baker said kneeling down, holding a basket for him.

“Why than-” Mirio started to take the basket but was stopped by Eri. She put a stack of gold coins on the table before nodding with a smile.

“I wanted snacks anyways!” The young one said with a smile before skipping off. He grabbed the basket and thanked the man before quickly going after Eri. Mirio noticed she was playing around with two boys close to her age.

“Hi! I’m Knight Axel Y/L/N! I shall protect you princess!” The youngest of the two boys yelled, holding out a stick to the air. Mirio watched with a grin as the three made a scene in the street.

“Not for long! I am an evil knight from the All for One Kingdom! I will take the princess for my kingdom!” The oldest yelled as he held a stick that had blue paint on it. This was one of the knight’s named Dabi from the All for One Kingdom which was known for their harsh ways but after the attack to the dragon king, they’ve been a lot more friendly to Ultra Kingdom. Also, recently a new rule was added where to not talk about what happened with her. Eri loved playing with kids but some kids would re-create the scene saying they were the dragon king but it sparked such bad memories for her that it’s a rule for them to not speak of it.

“Knight Axel! Protect me from that nasty knight!” Eri yelled as she stuck her tongue out at the boy. The two boys stared fighting with their sword’s and Mirio was very shocked to see that they both fought very well with their fake swords. Mirio walked over to the two and clapped when he saw the youngest push the oldest to the ground and held his fake sword to his throat.

“Very good form you two!” Mirio said with a smiled, making the two boys stand to attention before they bowed. Eri quickly found her way back to Mirio’s side, sneaking around in the basket’s of goodies before handing them to the boys who smiled brightly.

“There you are! Hey! You two didn’t steal these did you?” You asked as you walked over to your younger brothers.

“No! Princess gave them to us!” Axel said as he held it tight to his chest.

“Princess?”You asked as you looked at the little girl. You quickly knelt down and bowed your head.

“I’m sorry if these knuckle heads I call my brothers bothered you, Princess.” You apologized with a smile and a chuckle. She shook her head and smiled back.

“Nope! We were just playing. Can we play more often please please please!!” Eri begged Mirio, tugging on his arm, making his armor clink and rattle.

“If that is okay with you miss?” He asked, making you look up at him. Once you made eye contact you almost gasped being it was Knight Mirio. You’ve heard of his adventures but what’s more commonly talked about with females is his looks. God, where the rumors true. You bowed your head again before getting up and holding your thin cloak over your body.

“I don’t know. I’d love for them to but I wouldn’t want the Princess to get dirty or see where we live. We aren’t well off.” You spoke to him once you stood up, careful for Eri not to hear.

“Eri doesn’t judge! She just want’s play mates.” Mirio giggled before his eyes met yours. “If its a privacy reason, they can always come to the castle. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her bond so well with any other kids.” He said looking at the three who were playing again.

“I truly appreciate that offer, but they don’t have any other clothes besides their sleep wear, and my work won’t let me travel with them to the castle. We live on the outskirts.” You shamefully admitted. The outskirts of Ultra Kingdom was were low poverty homes were, if homes is what you could call them. The outskirts had a lot of crime in the area. Mirio could see the pain in your eyes and the stress was weighing on you. No one has ever told Eri about the outskirts since the King believed a princess shouldn’t know about such things being she went through so much already. Mirio knew that if Eri knew, she’d run the castle broke trying to help everyone

“I’m sorry, we must get going.” You quickly turned to leave but were stopped to see the three kids in front of you.

“Can we play longer, ma’am?” The princess asked with pleading eyes.

“I’m so sorry princess, but we have to leave.” You apologized, quickly grabbing your brother’s hands and starting to walk off.

“Wait!” Eri yelled before running over to you. You stopped when she pulled on your cloak. Her action caused it to slip off, exposing your very low cut red dress that was accentuated with a black corset that pushed up your bust. There were gasps heard and murmurs about what they have just seen.

“Is she a-” “She must be-” “Outskirts?” “Prostitute?” “Whore-” Could be picked out of the crowd. You quickly pulled your cloak back on, flustered at what just happened. Most women wore neutral color but never colors like red or black.

“I’m sorry about you’re cloak! But I want you to have this so it’ll give me a reason to see you all again!” Eri smiled, completely un-phased by what happened. Your eyes welled with tears as you held the crystal necklace. You slipped it over your head before you nodded and ran off.

“Let’s go princess.” Mirio said as he picked her up, watching your form get smaller and smaller in the distance.

“What’s a whore?” Eri asked as Mirio walked.

“I’ll explain later, just rest.” Mirio hushes, holding Eri close to him as she slowly fell asleep as he walked.

“So she’s a prostitute. That’s why she’s scared of her little brothers playing with Eri. She doesn’t want them to talk about her or the outskirts with Eri while she is gone.” Mirio talked to himself in his chambers as he removed his knight armor.

“Come on, eat up.” You huffed as you fed your younger brothers some bread and very watered down soup.

“But it’s so bland.” Axel whined as he still ate.

“Shut up! Y/n works hard for this!” The oldest fussed, making you scowl at him but smiled because he knew just how hard you work.

“Adrian, mouth.” You huffed before walking over to the table to join them.

Adrain was about 11 so he kinda knew everything being you had to grow up quick if you lived in the outskirts. He was also your shoulder to cry on when you got stressed. You always apologized because no child should have to deal with this. Axel was 8 and you were 26. Your mother had you very young because she was also a prostitute but it was a meet up that went wrong. She then had another child with her first husband 15 years later when she turned 31. Then with her second husband she had her third child at 34. She died last year by taking her own life. You knew it would happen one day but never so soon but you were also surprised she held out that long after everything. You assumed it was also due to the sickness she had around the time.

“Alright Adrian, I’m going to work. Take care of our little brother okay. And remember if I don’t come back or if someone else tries to come here, you know where to go.” You told him, earning a nod from the boy. You looked at Axel to see him asleep on the cot with a wool blanket over him.

Mirio got dressed into some darker clothing along with a dark green cloak. Eri was protected by two other guards at night so Mirio could rest. However, tonight he was on a search, a search for you. He headed out, saying he was just going for a late night walk.

He hopped on top his horse before riding off down to the outskirts. He stopped about a mile out and tied his horse to a pole. Mirio walked into the outskirts and kept his head down, knowing he’d attract a lot of attention if he was seen. The blonde looked around a few dark allies before he finally found someone who looked like you. He walked over to what he thought was you and tapped your shoulder.

“You looking for a fun night boy?” The woman said but when she turned around, it was a goblin woman who just had similar hair like you.

“Oh- sorry, wrong person.” Mirio mumbled before walking down another ally.

“Look, I said I won’t do it! I do business only at the customer’s house, not mine so buzz of!” You huffed as a scraggly old man kept grabbing at your exposed skin, making you walk a little faster to get to the cabin where a lot of prostitutes go to escape creepy men.

Mirio could hear you familiar voice and quickly followed it before seeing the situation. He walked over to the man and quickly grabbed his wrist that was reaching for your ass.

“She said buzz off, now why don’t you listen to her, hm?” Mirio asked, only exposing his sarcastic smile, making the man buck up.

“Who do you think you are, son?!” The old man yelled, making Mirio move his cloak to expose his sword that hung from his belt. “Well, looks like I’ve made a mistake. My bad sir.” The man wobbled away, cursing at the ground.

“Thank you but I don’t need protection from another cre-” You were cut off when he exposed his face to you with a big smile.

“Hey, I never caught your name.” Mirio smiled but you only turned away and started to walk to the cabin.

“I don’t do friendships. Get out of here before you get robbed.” You said with a huff.

“I’m here on business!” He made up, walking in front of you. He held a stack of gold coins. “How long will this get me?”

“One hour. Let’s go. Keep your head down.” You snatched the coins and put them in small black satchel you had connected to your dress. This amount would actually get someone about three hours. You didn’t even want to take it being he is royal and your not but you knew he’d just be persistent. The two of you got to a private room and you began to take off your corset.

“AHh! NO no, I just wanna talk to you!” Mirio said, blushing brightly as he covered his face.

“Talk? Fine, make it quick I guess. And its y/n” You said as you continued to take off your corset anyways. Mirio removed his sword and place it against the wall.

“What are you doing?” He asked as you sat on the bed in just your dress.

“Getting comfortable, what do you think?” You asked with a small chuckle at how soft Mirio looked. “So what did you want to talk about?” You asked as you admired his built body that sat cross-legged on the bed.

“I want you to know that Eri really wants to play with you brothers. We wouldn’t mind housing you and your siblings.” Mirio started but you cut him off quickly.

“I don’t want your charity. I understand you’re trying to be nice and all, but it isn’t fair to all the other women working like me. Why should I get housing while they still struggle?” You questioned, pulling at a small thread on your red dress.

“Well-…” Damn, Mirio was stuck because you did have a point. He needed a way to make this seem fair. “What if we did it like we had a big play date with the kingdom and whoever Eri likes to play with the most gets to spend a week at the castle. So that way its just a way for you too take a break and have your siblings live like royalty.” Mirio explained with a bright smile.

“If we win.” You said as you fiddled with the necklace Eri gave you. “But fine, as long as its putting us on the same level and don’t be biased!” You warned before getting up and dressed back into your corset.

“Why are you getting dressed? We still have about 40 minutes left.” Mirio said standing up

“Help me with this please.” You said before answering his question. “I also have to work and you need to get back to the kingdom to rest and bring together this big idea. No need for me to waste your time Sir Knight Mirio.” You explained as he gently pulled on the strings to tighten your corset. “Ngh-harder. Pull the strings harder.” You huffed as the corset was tight around your chest but the way you asked kinda sounded lewd, making Mirio slightly aroused. He quickly pulled the strings tight and tied them before grabbing his sword and walking out.

You were slightly confused at how quiet he got but just shrugged it off before walking out the cabin slightly after.

After a few days, all you could hear was the buzz about a big play date with the princess. It ended up being more like a whole festival and your two younger brothers could not stop talking about it.

“Pleaseeee!! Please big sis! I promise I’ll never complain about the food again!” Axel begged making you chuckle.

“Well, I just might have to bring you then.” You joked as you picked him up on your back, having him hold on tight as you made some lunches for tomorrow, wrapping some bread and meat in some paper leaves. You cut some fruit up and poured lemon juice on it with sugar. You were glad to have these things due to the Knight visiting you every day and providing you with some money even though you tried to deny his offer.

“You aren’t going to work tonight y/n?” Adrien asked as it was past 10 at night. You shook your head and smiled.

“Tomorrow is a big day for you two and I have to make sure you are ready in time.” You placed Axel in his cot, covering him with the wool blanket before you kissed his forehead. You sat at the table, cutting some fabric and sewing it together. You stayed up most of the night, making two shirts for your brothers. You were able to buy some pants for them and the shoes they had were still knew. You woke up to Adrien moving some pans to the stove.

“Hey, what you doing?” You asked as you turned around to see him cooking some eggs.

“A very shy man in nice clothes was knocking at the door to give these to us, he might still be there.” Adrien said as if it was nothing making you run out to see the royal clothing slightly fade to the distance. You shook your head before you returned inside.

“That shy man was Knight Amajiki. He fought alongside Knight Mirio.”You said in a calm voice, waiting for his reaction and what you got was not what you expected. He face palmed himself and looked down.

“How could I forget, Axel will never leave me alone about this once he finds out.” He said before he continued to make breakfast. You laughed before you went get the youngest.

The three of you all got ready in your new clothes and you wore your mother’s plain white dress and blue corset that had a matching cloak. The three of you began your journey to the kingdom, picking up a ride or two from a few people. You walked with your basket held at your elbow, holding Axel’s hand as Aidren held onto your cloak.

You smiled brightly as you walked to the castle, waiting at the gate before being let in. You saw a lot of children and got slightly discouraged at all the kids playing in the grass. What if Eri find’s someone else to play with and likes them more. That would crush your brother’s spirits to pieces but before you could realize it, they were off playing with a bunch of other kids. You noticed there was an area for people to place their things so you placed your basket and shoes in a crate, locking it before taking the key and placing it around your neck, being it was on a string.

“Hey, you didn’t think you’d be playing without me did you?” You asked as you ran up to your younger brothers. You got a lot of weird looks from other mothers but you didn’t care being you were having fun. The grass was so soft against your feet and you finally felt like a kid for once, even though you were 24. Eri was finally spotted but you didn’t want the boys to rush in, being it would overwhelm her. So you just decided to mess around and pretend to be in danger.

“Knight Axel! Please help me!” You cried out, holding back your smile as much as you could.

“Don’t try it! I am the evil ice witch and will freeze her!” A random girl said as he blew small snow from his palm. It was a little witch and training which made you smile.

“Not if we have anything to do with it” Adrien declaired, holding up a wooden sword that the castle provided. You played for a long time before Eri finally found the three of y’all. You smiled as she hugged you tightly before running to Axeln and Adrien. You stood up and started to walk away before you bumped into a tall figure.

“Oh I’m so sor-sorry.” You said before you saw it was Mirio. His looks always surprised you, especially that smile. “Hello, Sir Knight Mirio.” You curtsied, bowing slightly as well.

“Miss Y/n, pleasure to see you here.” Mirio said as he bowed back. “Now, I think Eri want’s us to play.” Mirio said as he walked over to Eri, pulling you behind him, making you laugh softly.

“Let’s battle! Me and you! If I win, I get to protect Princess Eri!” Adrien said, pointing his wooden sword at Axel. Eri smiled before she pulled out her own wooden sword.

“Who said I can’t protect myself?” Eri asked, making Axel’s eyes light up.

“Can we fight?” Axel asked Mirio, making sure it was okay and nodded.

“Why don’t me and you battle?” You asked Mirio and he chuckled.

“Okay, I’ll go easy on you.” He said wielding a wooden sword as you held one too. The two of you bowed and made sure you had enough room and wouldn’t hurt anyone else. The two of you started to fight and Mirio was quite shocked at your strength and form.

“There is a lot you don’t know about me.” You spoke, as your blocked his sword from swinging down on you. “I always wanted to be a knight when I was young.” You pushed forward, making Mirio back up and take this more seriously. With the two of you so enticed with each other, you hadn’t notice all the kids watching. You were smiling brightly, before you quickly spun around, grabbing Mirio’s outstretched hand, pulling it close to you.

“You’re quite strong, maybe you should live in the castle.” Mirio said with a wink before he hooked his free arm around your waist, spinning you and placing his sword to your throat but was blocked by your own sword. You hooked your leg behind his and kicked it out, but before you knew it, you were spun back around and you fell on top of Mirio. You quickly got up, pointing your sword at his throat before he laughed loudly. You couldn’t help but join him as you laid down next to him, panting softly.

“Wow, it’s nice to be a kid again.” You mumbled, rubbing the beads of sweat from your forehead. Then there was a loud rupture of clapping and cheering from the kids, especially Eri who also defeated Axel. She ran up to you and pulled you up.

“Girls can fight too!” She said with a bright smile, making you laugh before you looked over at Mirio who was watching you. You blushed lightly before averting his gaze. “Hey, the necklace I gave you is glowing!” She said with bright eyes, holding it in her hand. The rose crystal now shined a bright pink, making you cock your head in confusion.

“That’s a love crystal.” The small witch from early spoke, pointing to it as it slowly dimmed. “When you look at someone you love, or feel love from someone, it glows.” She explained, making you blush more.

“Hm, must be because I care and love the princess.” You played off, poking Eri’s tummy, making her giggle.

“It only glows for intimate love.” She shrugged, “But I could be wrong, I’m still learning.” She hopped away and then you were helped to your feet by Mirio.

“That was really fun, and now it’s time for Eri to pick her favorite people to play with.” He explained before walking away with Eri. You and your brothers went eat, talking about all the fun they had.

“Hellllooooo everybodddyyyy!!” Sir Yamada yelled, getting everyone’s attention. “It’s time for Eri to pick who will stay at the castle for a week! Now if you don’t get picked, don’t be discouraged, we will probably have many more to come!”

“I had fun with you all and wish I could pick you all, but those aren’t the rules. I, by myself pick who I want to stay in the castle for a week. And I chose who made me smile the most. But not only did this person make me smile, they made my best friend smile and laugh more than he already does and thats Miss Y/n and her two younger brothers!” Eri yelled out, making you cough softly on the bread you were still eating.

You looked up on the stage and saw Mirio smiling, and saw Eri waving you three up there. A few kids were cheering, saying you need protect Eri since Mirio lost to you. Some kids were crying while others just smiled, knowing they might get it next time.

It was the third day in the castle and you just plopped onto your king sized bed, sighing loudly.

“Hey, finally got your brother’s to bed?” Mirio asked as he stood there in loose clothing, much different from his armor or royal attire.

“Yes! I feel like they never run out of energy and I’m so sore.” You patted the area next to you and Mirio walked over and laid down next to you, watching the heavy door close on its own.

“I’m really glad you got to spend this time here.” Mirio smiled lightly, making you look over at him and smile. Your necklace glowed through your shirt, making you grab it and sit up.

“Yeah… uhm, wellll, I’m going to take a bath to help with my muscles. Can you show me how that large tub works again?” You asked with a small blush before you grabbed some clothes that were provided by the castle. Mirio nodded and walked over to the deep tub that was in your chambers, turning the handle, allowing water to pour out before he put a stopper in the drain.

“That’s pretty much it, do you need anything else?” He asked as you kept your eyes on the floor. He nodded before he walked out and you started to pull of your dress shirt, struggling lightly from your sore muscles. “Oh hey-…I’m so sorry, I should have knocked. I just remembered you needed a towel.” Mirio blushed as you pulled your shirt back down.

“Oh it’s okay…uhm, can you help? If not can you get someone to help me remove my clothes?” You asked as you blushed lightly, making your crystal glow again. He nodded and closed the bathroom’s wooden door before walking behind you.

“Arm’s up.” He spoke softly, lifting your shirt to expose your skin. While Mirio was taken away by your body, he remained calm being you were in a place of need. He pulled down your skirt, allowing you to step out of it, making your face light up. You’ve done similar things countless times but right now, it feels like your first time.

“I’m going to remove your bra and underwear for you if that’s okay?” He asked, making sure he had consent from you before he continued. You nodded, allowing him to remove your clothes and once that was done, he helped you into the bath.

“Wait-…could you stay?” You asked just as he was about to leave, making him pause and turn around.

“Any particular reason or just want a friend?” He asked with a smile while he sat on a stool next to the tub.

“I just think I’ll need some help getting out.” You mumbled,holding your necklace in your hand to keep Mirio from seeing it’s bright pink tint. You knew you could probably get out and dressed on your own but you had to admit, you did like Mirio’s company.

“Oh yeah, I should’ve thought of that.” He chuckled, stretching his arms in the air as he watched you run your hands through your soapy hair. Mirio walked close to your head and started to help rinse out your hair. “We meant it when we said you’d get treated like royalty.”

“Thank you Sir Mirio.” You smiled and relaxed into his touch, making him blush softly before going back to the task at hand. Maybe this stone was right, maybe you did love him but there is no way he’d feel the same so you should just shut out those feelings. “Ow! What the-?” You let go of the necklace that shocked your hand and chest.

“That a love crystal you got, deny the feelings you have and it shocks you.” Mirio chimed in, breaking your train of thought. “You don’t have to worry, I’m sure whoever you’re thinking of feels the same way.” He smiled brightly. After awhile, he helped you out the tub and got you dressed in a loose night gown.

“Thank you for helping me, Sir Mirio.” You blushed lightly as you walked over to you bed and sat down, watching Mirio clean up the bathroom. Mirio walked over to you and smiled before he bent down and kissed your lips, making your necklace glow.

“I’m sorry, but I just had to know this crystal glowed for me.” Mirio blushes before he stood back up straight but you pulled him back down to you.

“I guess my secret is out.” You smiled before reconnecting your lips.

You pulled Mirio closer to you, having him crawl on top and pin you down. His lips were soft but you could feel the small scars he had from it being repeatedly busted from fighting or training. He pulled you on top as he sat up so you can straddle his lap, allowing his hands to travel your foreign body. Mirio’s hands were so gentle when he traced them down you sides, or when they rested behind your neck while he ran his fingers down your spine with his other hand. You tracked your finger down his jaw, pulling away to see his flushed face and red lips.

“You’re cute when you are all red.” You smirked, making the blonde blush even brighter.

“Thank you, y/n.” Mirio mumbled, making you reconnect your lips as you felt down his chest before slipping your hand up his shirt, feeling the defined muscles and small scars from battles. You tugged at his shirt so he could pull it off but he pushed you on your back before he did so.

“Let me take care of you, you are in pain.” He smiled before he lifted your gown up and over your body. You smiled back softly before shutting your eyes in pleasure when you felt his lips kiss down your exposed body.

“Mirio, have you ever done this before?” You asked with a blush as his lips perfectly danced along your skin, getting lower and lower making you catch butterflies.

“Once or twice, why?” He teased with a grin, sucking at your skin on your thighs, leaving hickies behind as he got closer to your clothed core, making your body tremble and arousal pool in your underwear.

“I’ve done this hundreds of times and no one has ever made me feel this good just by kissing me.” You propped yourself up to see him looking up at you with a proud grin.

“Well, I did say I would take care of you.” Mirio kissed your wet core before he pulled off your underwear, making you sigh in relief. He licked up your sopping wet core, making you moan out softly. “You’re so beautiful. Your voice sounds like an angel.” Mirio mumbled, making you blush at his praise. Usually when you had sex, you got degraded mainly because you were a prostitute and they were ashamed so they took it out on you so when you were praised by Mirio, it just fueled your arousal. He connected his mouth with your core, running his tongue down you before sucking on your sensitive clit.

“Am I being good?” You moaned out, arching your back softly. You needed to hear that you were being good and Mirio understood that after you asked him.

“No, you’re being the best.” the blonde smiled before he continued his meal, pushing you closer to the edge with each lick, kiss, or suck while he’d tell you how good you taste and how well you behaved.

“Sir Mirio, I’m close,” you grabbed at the sheets, waiting to feel the familiar knot build and break but he removed himself from your core, licking his lips before he leaned down to kiss you. Your hands tangled themselves in his golden hair, desperate to feel him close to you. You were so lost in the kiss you hadn’t noticed Mirio line himself up with your core.

“Are you ready?” Mirio asked once he pulled away from your lips, allowing you to nod quickly.

“Please, I need you.” You whined out, allowing Mirio to push his hard member into your aching heat. You huffed, pulling Mirio in for another sloppy kiss before you kissed down his neck as he thrust into you.

Mirio groaned softly with a small smile, noticing the necklace glow brightly as it hung next to your head. You kissed along his neck before finding a sensitive spot, making him moan softly before he picked up his pace while you attacked his sweet spot. Mirio held your hips down with one hand while the other rubbed your swollen clit. You bit your lips to suppress your moans, gripping his back tight as your nails dug into his flesh.

“Let me hear those sweet moans, beautiful.” Mirio requested, making you follow his command as you were now a moaning mess.

“Sir...I’m gonna c-...cum.” You blushed brightly as you clung to him for dear life but he only picked up his pace.

“Go ahead, you deserve it.” And with those sweet words, your climax came crashing down, sending you into complete euphoria. Your body trembled as your high took over before you notice Mirio pull out to see his cum spill out over your stomache.

“I’m so sorry.” Mirio blushed, letting his head fall on your shoulder in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry,...” You panted as you came down from your high. You whined when Mirio got up and walked away but was pleased to see him with a rag to clean you up. Once cleaned, the two of you laid down in the dark except for the bright necklace that still glowed a pink tone.

“Stay here in the castle with me.” Mirio said, looking down at your tired form. You don’t know whether it was the exhaustion or euphoric bliss you were in but you nodded without hesitation, before slipping off into sleep.

A/n:

I hope you alll liked it :) I had a lot of fun writing this but it took me forever 😅 mainly bc I procrastinate.

#my hero acadamy #fluff #bnha x reader #writing #reading #headcanon #mirio x reader #mirio smut #bnha mirio #bnha #mha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #bnha fantasy au #mirio togata

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Untouchable Ch 30: Faceless, Nameless (S5E1)

Warnings: anger/aggression, injury, swearing

Ch 29 | Ch 31

~ ~ ~

Around 7AM, Lydia got up for her morning class and was almost startled to see Spencer in bed beside her. He was practically comatose, so she left him be. He had just been working a case between Detroit, Michigan and Canada the past few days and clearly it had been rough, as he hadn’t told her he was on his way back. The team probably got back early that morning and he’d gone straight to sleep.

She went about her morning routine more carefully than normal, because with Spencer’s luck, he’d have to jump right back into work later today.

And lo and behold, she was right.

Lydia rushed into their bedroom at the sound of a phone going off, wanting to silence it before Spencer woke up, but by the time she’d opened the door, he’d already hit the answer button.

“JJ?... No, it’s fine, where?... Sure, yeah, I’m on my way.”

As soon as he'd dropped his phone, he groaned, throwing his head back.

“Another one?” she asked gently. “How much sleep did you get?”

“Around 4 hours. JJ says that the police need us immediately.”

“I’m sorry,” she replied, albeit a bit in vain. He was already getting up and grabbing his things.

“I know. Hopefully it’s short.” As he passed on his way out, he gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I love you. Talk to you this afternoon.”

“Don’t work yourself to death,” she teased.

~ ~ ~

A local surgeon, it seems, had been hiding his son after getting a threat on his son’s life. The unsub had made the promise to kill one person a day until the son was given up and he was holding up his end of the deal. Two dead, shot in the chest, with the letter’s LC as a signature. The case was extremely time sensitive.

Spencer was with the surgeon, Dr. Barton, helping him go through all the surgeries he’d performed within the last 6 months, but there were hundreds of medical charts for them to shift through. If Spencer could do this on his own, he could have finished them within a few hours, but knowing these people’s medical information wouldn’t help their case. Dr. Barton needed to tell them about threats he’d gotten, hard decisions he had to make, and interactions he had involving the cases and that meant Spencer was unfortunately only able to pull cases he thought were important.

Dr. Barton’s son, who’d been in the house for two days, had snuck out to go to school that morning, so Morgan, Rossi, and JJ were there to protect him and Prentiss was headed to Hotch’s apartment, because he hadn’t been answering his phone all morning and they needed the extra eyes.

Seeing Emily’s number pop up on his screen, Spencer breathed a sigh of relief to think she was on her way back. “Hey.”

“Reid, Hotch is missing.”

His eyes narrowed. “What?”

“He’s not here, there’s blood-”

“What-what are you talking about?” he stumbled. It was the most out of left field response he would have expected from Emily at this time.

“What’s going on?” Dr. Barton demanded, but Spencer was too busy listening to Emily to answer.

“I’ve got Garcia putting an APB out on him and there are FBI techs on their way-”

“Is this about Jeffrey?” Dr. Barton tried again.

Spencer pulled the phone away from his mouth. “No, no, it’s unrelated.”

“We only have a few hours left here.”

“I’m really sorry, I have to take this phone call, okay?”

“What could be more important than my son right now?!”

“I assure you this will take one second. Please, I promise.”

Dr. Barton simply huffed and stormed off.

“I’m sorry, Prentiss. What were you saying?”

“There’s a huge hole in the wall. Probably a .44, but there’s no blood or tissue spray around it.”

“Any idea how he got out?”

“If he was shot, there are no drag marks, but a body could have been wrapped in something.”

A body. Not Hotch’s body. “And Bureau techs are on the way?”

“Any second.”

“Okay, call Lydia. She should be done with her last class in… 15 minutes. She’ll help you build a profile.”

“How’s Dr. Barton?”

Spencer glanced over at the pacing father. “It’s a huge list of cases to go through with him.”

“Okay. Don’t worry about here. I’ll call Lydia and we’ll figure this out. Just stay focused.”

“Alright, you too.”

~ ~ ~

Lydia didn’t bother pulling out her badge, simply walking straight into Hotch’s apartment and past one of the concerned crime scene techs.

“Ma’am, ma’am, you can’t-”

“Prentiss,” she called, brushing him off. “What are we looking at?”

“She’s with me,” Emily told the poor guy, waving him away. “Everyone else is working the Dr. Barton case,” she began. “You, Reid, and Garcia are the only people I’ve told. The rest don’t need the distraction.”

“Got it. What did you find?”

Emily turned around and walked Lydia through the scene. “Hotch comes home this morning, drops his keys here, briefcase here, walks to the kitchen.”

Lydia could see where the trail ended for Emily. Clearly there was a scuffle, as there was broken glass on the floor, a gunshot through one of the walls, and blood behind the living room couch.

Lydia walked around a few times, picking up everything she could before telling Emily her theory.

“So, Hotch walks into the kitchen. Obviously, the unsub was hiding farther back in the apartment, because Hotch got this far without a struggle. Probably…” she glanced at the bottle of whiskey. “...poured himself a drink and was standing in the doorway when the other presence became known to him. Hotch moves-”

Lydia froze, stopping in the door from the kitchen to the living room.

“No,” she mumbled. “No, that’s not right. We assumed the shot was a misfire. If Hotch was standing here, it would have gone right over his shoulder. But the killer had another weapon on him, because there’s no other bullet scars in the walls, floors, furniture, nothing. If the blood didn’t come from a gun, I think he was stabbed. Did we check if Hotch was missing any knives?”

Emily shook her head. “No, there’s nothing out of place from what I can tell.”

“Only something like a bullet or stabbing wound would produce that much blood,” Lydia reasoned. “If the unsub didn’t take one of Hotch’s, he came prepared with the knife, which makes the bullet hole in the wall intentional. Maybe to get Hotch’s attention.”

“I don’t follow.”

“If he had a gun, why bring a knife?” Lydia explained. “Perhaps the plan wasn’t to kill, but to injure. You tend to have a lot more control over a stabbing. You can render Hotch incapable of fighting back or have him lose consciousness, but not kill him. So the gun was purely to have control over the situation. He shot over Hotch’s shoulder to scare him.”

“This unsub is confident,” Emily gathered. “He was lying in wait for Hotch and stayed even after seeing Hotch put his gun on the counter. So he likely already knew Hotch was FBI.”

“Makes sense, but why not just kill him? If it was personal, why take him?”

“Hotch makes a lot of enemies-”

“We all do,” Lydia corrected.

“Maybe he wanted to make the pain or fear last longer? But in the end, with all the cases he works, any number of details could be significant to this unsub.”

Lydia nodded. “Frustrating, but true. So, our guy fires a shot and Hotch smashes his whiskey glass over the guys head, trying to get a chance to reach for his gun, but he doesn’t get it. Unsub knocks him backwards, back into the living room. Maybe Hotch hits his head, maybe he struggles some more and the unsub hits him a few times, but Hotch isn’t at his best. He’s lying on the floor when he gets stabbed.”

“You sure?”

“Yep. The blood only pools like this underneath a still body. If he was standing, we would have seen splatter patterns from the height between the wound and the floor. And there would be multiple pools as a result of his swaying, even if he wasn’t walking around.”

“Okay, so we know generally how the scene played out. Anything else?”

Lydia sighed. “Not from me, no. I don’t have my gloves or evidence bags and we already have crime scene techs here to search physical evidence. I don’t imagine I’ll be much help.”

“You’re already a lot of help,” Emily promised. “We know we’re looking at an organized unsub. Someone who knows Hotch, or at the very least, knows of him. He’s cocky, arrogant.”

“Alright.” The two locked eyes. “Where do we go from here?”

~ ~ ~

“Talk to us, Garcia,” Emily answered her phone, setting it on speaker and holding it between her and Lydia.

“Okay, I- I called hospitals to see if Hotch had gotten himself admitted to an emergency room.”

“And?”

“He’s not listed as a patient, but someone dropped a john doe off at St. Sebastian Hospital, and that someone’s name was FBI Agent Derek Morgan.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” Emily said.

“I know. D-do you think they got their credentials mixed up?”

The women were silent for a minute and then Emily’s face dropped.

“What is it, Em?” Lydia prodded.

“The reaper.”

“That case from March?” Lydia asked. She hadn’t been on it, but supposedly it wasn’t the usual find the unsub, stop the murder, type cases. Spencer said George Foyet had stopped killing for 10 years, before miraculously showing back up to taunt the FBI. He’d gone so far as to stab himself multiple times to fake his death and he’d escaped imprisonment not a few days after the BAU found him.

“Foyet took Morgan’s creds,” Emily explained.

“Why would he drop him off at the ER?”

“What hospital did you say again?” Lydia interrupted.

“St. Sebastian Hospital.”

“Let’s go.”

Emily nodded. “Garcia, I’ll call you with an update when we get there.”

~ ~ ~

Hotch had been stabbed 9 times in the abdomen, but was miraculously still alive. No arteries had been hit, so they just had to wait for anesthesia to wear off and for him to wake up.

Lydia was skimming through some of the emails she’d gotten from students and didn’t notice Emily pick up Hotch��s medical chart, read it, and rush over to his doctor.

“LC on the unsub’s note,” Emily was saying into her phone when she walked back in, catching Lydia’s attention. “It stands for ‘living children’... It’s administrative. It’s when they’re afraid a patient’s gonna go on life support and they don’t have a DNR order… Reid?”

Lydia could gather that Emily had seen the initials on Hotch’s medical chart, but seeing as she didn’t know the details of the case Spencer was working, she was lost on the rest.

Emily was silent, nodding distantly as if her mind was somewhere else. Lydia watched her, trying to see if she could pick up more of what was going on on the other end of the conversation, but it took almost a full minute for anything to happen.

The gunshot on the other side of the phone was loud enough for Lydia to hear it without the phone being on speaker or even remotely near her.

“Reid?!” Emily hissed. Lydia jumped up, trying to get closer and figure out what was going on. “Answer me! Reid?!!”

After another minute of silence, Emily took the phone away from her ear and hung up, typing in another number.

“What’s going on?” Lydia demanded. “Is Spencer okay?”

Emily put a hand on Lydia’s shoulder and put the phone up to her ear, not having time to answer her question. “This is Special Agent Emily Prentiss from the FBI. I need police and an ambulance to 120 Kensington Road, McLean, Virginia. Shots fired. Federal agent possibly down.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck-

~ ~ ~

“No one else is there?!” Lydia demanded.

“They’re with Jeffrey at the school,” Emily tried to explain. “We’d assumed Jeffrey was the target, so we sent most of the team there to ensure all the kids were safe. But they’re on their way there now. Please, just sit down for a-”

“Emily, the last thing I want to do is sit down and think about what this means, okay? You said you only heard one gunshot, yes?”

She nodded.

“So, maybe Spencer didn’t get shot. Perhaps he dropped his phone when he heard the sound and ran to help Dr. Barton. I mean, if the unsub hit Spencer, he would have kept shooting until he hit his target, yeah?”

Emily was clearly not convinced. There were plenty of reasons the unsub might not have kept shooting after hitting the wrong person, but she didn’t voice them outloud. There was no point. Lydia already knew them all.

“How long will it take the rest of the team to get to Dr. Barton’s house?”

“Not too long,” Emily admitted.

“Someone would have called me if Spencer got hurt, yeah? Like Morgan or Rossi, they would let me know if Spencer had gotten shot?”

“I don’t know.” Emily was getting exasperated. She was anxious too, but there was nothing either of them could do for the moment. If Spencer had been shot, an ambulance would get there much faster than they could. The only option was to wait.

“I’m gonna go outside,” Lydia said, before slipping out of the room and towards the exit of the emergency room.

Her arms shook with unused energy and she had to do something physical before she went into a full blown panic attack. She hadn’t felt the need to take out her anxieties with her fists in a while, but it was better than nothing. Finding a quiet, secluded spot outside, she made a few punches through the air, but it wasn’t enough. Before she could think any better of it, one of her arms went flying towards the wall of the hospital, the outside of her fist smacking against it and causing a gasp of pain to escape her mouth.

She cradled her hand for a minute or two and was just beginning to feel the compulsion to do it again when her phone dinged in her pocket.

Emily: Spencer’s okay. Got shot in the leg and is being brought here to get patched up. Team says he’s totally fine.

Thank god.

~ ~ ~

Lydia tried her best to look annoyed while approaching Spencer’s bed, but he gave her a tired smile and she lost her glare to a giggle.

“Should I dramatically start with ‘Wait, did I get shot?’”

Lydia smacked the side of his head, causing locks of his hair to fall across his eyes. “I’m pretty sure my bullet removal surgery in my abdomen was more complicated than the stitches you just got through the thigh. I was on all sorts of pain killers. Don’t make fun of me.”

He sent her a challenging look, but it became serious all too fast. “Catch me up on Hotch.”

Lydia had been keeping up with Emily since Spencer arrived at the hospital, so she relayed all the information she knew. “Foyet stabbed him, got Haley’s address from Hotch’s address book, then dropped Hotch off here. So, the team rushed to Haley’s house, to find her and Jack. They’re on their way here to say goodbye to Hotch and then, they’re going to be put into protective custody.”

“Poor Hotch,” Spence sighed. “He won’t be able to see his son again until we catch Foyet.”

“You guys will get him,” she reassured. “He’s just one guy against the smartest group of people I know… Now, catch me up on what happened to you.”

“Right,” he mumbled. “Um, the unsub’s name was Patrick Meyers. His son died in a car accident and was admitted to a hospital and declared brain dead. Meyers was threatening Dr. Barton’s son, Jeffrey, because he wanted us to send our forces to protect Jeffrey and leave Dr. Barton unprotected. Emily was the one who helped me figure it out. Meyers left the initials LC at the end of his notes, standing for living child. He was warning Barton that he was going to leave Jeffrey without a father. But when we came to that conclusion, I realized that Barton had walked out the front door and I rushed out to stop him. I dropped my phone, tackled Barton to the ground, and surprise-” he gestured to his left leg “-I got hit.”

Lydia nodded. “Went right through. Doctor says you’re going to be on crutches for a little while.”

“Now when people see us walking together, they’re going to pity us both. You’ve got your limp and I’ll be dragging my left leg behind me like a garbage bag-”

“Oh, you’re so right!” she laughed. “What a pair of outcasts we’ll look like. Although I think that when most people see the look in my eyes, they stop pitying me.”

“Why’s that?”

“A student told me the other day that I’m the most terrifying person he’d ever met. I asked if that meant he didn’t like the class and he was like ‘nah, I like it a lot, but every time you mention that you work with the FBI, I remember everything I’ve done wrong in my life and panic that you’re going to interrogate me one day.’ It was the weirdest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”

Spencer chuckled. “I’m with him. Whenever Hotch sends you into the interrogation room, I feel bad for the poor suspect.”

“When I interrogated Jonny McHale, he punched me! And there were four other people in the room!”

“Once I went to interview a murderer with Hotch as part of a study the BAU was doing and while we were there, Hotch tried to get into a fist fight with him.”

“No!” Lydia cried. “There’s no way!”

“Hotch is generally unpredictable, but when he’s agitated, I have to wonder how he got a job with the Bureau.”

“Ahem.”

The couple’s heads swerved around to find JJ standing in the door.

“Hey, Jayje,” Lydia greeted embarrassedly. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to check in with Spencer, before I went home. It’s been a long day.”

“No kidding,” he agreed. “I’m fine, though. I have to be on crutches for a while, but kicking down doors was Morgan’s job anyway.”

Lydia felt like a child for laughing at his words. But she’d long for those moments of innocence in the upcoming months.

Tags: @kris-stuff, @wooya1224, @bispences, @anotherr-fine-mess, @eddysocs

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jkbabiey · 4 years ago

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{JJK} Say it ⤇ 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x student!reader

Word Count: ~3.16 K

Genre: fluff (ig) and yes, the flirty tension keeps up ; college!AU

Warnings: Jungkook is a cocky and flirty asshole; he’s a literal ass (not really literal okay?) and Y/N is nervous :) she’s adorable <3

10th march, 2023

“You what?” Jimin screeched in the middle of the very boring pharmacology class you were both attending at the moment. You hurried to put your hand over his mouth and his eyes got even bigger than they were when you blurted out ‘I’m going out with Jungkook’, muttering while writing some notes on your notebook like it was a piece of absolutely non-important information. No big deal.

“I didn’t even give him your number, how the fuck are you two going on a date already?” he whisper-screamed and you chuckled.

“Calm down, it’s just a date...”

“How?” he asked, still plenty of confusion written all over his face.

“Well, let’s just say we knew each other before in a night club and when I said I wouldn’t sleep with him, he asked my number to one of my friends, like three weeks ago...” you finally explained and Jimin gasped

“You sultry whore, you were pretending not to know him all this time,” he laughed and playfully hit you on the shoulder.

You ignored him, directing your brief attention to the professor that was trying to give his full potential in his class, to get to all of the students present. “So you know, Pharmacodynamics is defined as how the body reacts to the drugs. Medication is said to have a narrow or wide therapeutic index, certain safety factor or therapeutic...” but then, your the main topic of your interest was that you knew barely anything about Jungkook, except for his name, his major and that he was Jimin’s best friend.

“So... umm- ho-how do you think I should dress?” you asked, cursing yourself for the soft stutter of your voice. You just couldn’t help it. You were literally talkin’ to your date’s best friend, asking for advice on how to please the guy.

“Oh, she’s nervous...” he teased and you felt your cheeks heat up instantaneously

“I’m not nervous, I just don’t know what to wear...” you whispered and he laughed quietly

“Well, I don’t really know... he has dated or at least slept with a whole bunch of different girls, like almost every single girl in college...” he mumbled mindlessly but your eyes quickly averted from your scribbled notebook to his figure. Rubbing his chin and furrowing his eyebrows, he seemed not to notice your sudden concern. Jimin was in deep thought, trying to remember one single characteristic that his best friend’s ex-lovers could all share, but nothing seemed to come to his mind.

“Well... I don’t think he has a type...” he stated, finally looking at you, shrugging. Noticing your worried expression, he quickly took his hand to yours, laying on the table and squeezing it, deeply regretting his early words. “He’s not the kind of guy to fuck around,” he mumbled, his tone of voice suddenly, a lot softer. “Well, actually he kind of is, but he’s not an asshole. He just fucks around because he hasn’t found the right girl, don’t worry... Just be yourself and I’m telling you it will work out, you’re just his type!”

“You just told me he doesn’t have a type!”

Jimin rubbed his neck “He’s a really good guy, just give him a chance...” he pleaded, trying to not ruin his friend’s chances with you.

You didn’t say anything else for a few minutes and you really didn’t plan on doing so, but it had already passed about 5 minutes since the conversation had supposedly ended and Jimin’s lost puppy eyes were still fixed on you.

“Fine! I’ll go but you’ll have to help me find an outfit!” you warned and Jimin’s face immediately lightened up.

“Yes ma’am!”

Panic. Absolute chaos.

Your date was meant to be at 6 PM and you had already postponed it to 7:30 PM. You were that desperate. Jimin was laying on your bed and you were sitting beside his bare feet, on the end of the mattress.

“You were supposed to help me,” you whined, looking at your new-made friend’s unbothered face.

“I’ll help if you show me some options or am I supposed to just go and barge into your closet?” he asked, and you could perceive some annoyance in his tone, which aroused a pout in your lips.

“That’s exactly what you’re supposed to do...” you murmured, still pouting and Jimin sighed, standing up and looking through the cabinets in your closet.

“This is somewhat depressing,” he stated, “Why don’t you own casual dresses?”

“Because I don’t usually wear dresses,” your rolled your eyes.

“This will have to do,” he mumbled, turning to you with a pair of flared high-waisted light jeans and a tight low-cut crop top.

“It’s just a dinner, after all, right?” you asked, unsure of how appropriate the outfit he’d suggested was for the occasion.

“Yeah, I assure you Jungkook’s not taking you to one of those fancy restaurants,” he shrugged “and you’ll look beautiful anyways, you’re stunning Y/N” he continued, making sure to boost your ego and you smiled sweetly at him

“Thank you,” you acknowledged his sympathy, kissing his cheek briefly and turning to the bathroom with the determined clothes in your hands.

It was crazy for you to think about how less than a week ago you would spend hours of your day daydreaming about Jimin and now he was nothing more than a very close friend to you. You and he had always been friends, even in high school, but you had always kept your distance, due to your immense crush on the boy. Then, Jungkook surged, out of nowhere, and suddenly Jimin didn’t seem to have any effect on you and the hours spent daily thinking about him, have been replaced with short minutes of wondering what Jungkook could be doing at the moment. And you couldn’t even believe you were spending one single second of your day doing that.

Turns out the outfit looked extremely good on you and Jimin was a great stylist. Maybe he shouldn’t be studying medicine. He did your hair, straightening it and doing it quicker than you would ever.

[Jungkook, 7:28 PM] - Are you ready?

[Jungkook, 7:29 PM] - Can I go pick you up?

[Jungkook, 7:29 PM] - You’re not standing me up, are you?

“Oh, he’s simping for you now?” Jimin asked teasingly, lurking over your shoulder while straightening the last curly lock of hair. He would be a great boyfriend and you were seriously thinking of presenting him to your best friend.

[You, 7:31 PM] - I wouldn’t stand you up...

[You, 7:31 PM] - You can come pick me up.

“And then what? You just left?” you asked, an amused smile playing on your lips

“She was cheating on me! Was I supposed to just stay there, watching?” he tried to give a proper excuse that to you just sounded like a really lame one.

“She wasn’t even dating you, Jungkook!” you screeched and he burst out in laughter, you quickly following him. “So you punched your friend, just because he was kissing the girl you had been talking to for three days? And you’re telling me that girl was your first love? The one you had been texting for three days?”

“She was really pretty!” he stated, holding a tattooed hand up as if trying to avoid the playful judgy gaze you were sending his way.

Turns out Jungkook had brought you to a nice diner in the middle of the city. It was very cozy and you had never felt so comfortable in any other restaurant if you could call it that. Jungkook was also another reason why you felt so untroubled and relaxed. He was a very calming presence, completely the opposite of what you had expected. Of course, you couldn’t deny the very discrete fuckboy aura that surrounded him, but it was a very soft and comforting aura and you had never felt so welcomed by someone as you felt in the moment you got in Jungkook’s car.

He was wearing light grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt, his hair was messy and, in your most humble opinion, he looked even better dressing his casual clothes, other than with any other of the ones you had seen him wearing before. He looked as if he had put very little to no effort into how he looked, in contrast to you that had been close to suffering a psychedelic attack with no idea of what to wear. Somehow, the fact he didn’t need to even dress himself in “proper” clothes to look good was working as a major turn-on for you. You were grateful Jimin had made you wear such a casual look, you wouldn’t want to look too dressed up next to your date.

“So what? You texted each other for 3 days and you were sure she was your first love?”

“C’mon I was 17, I could walk by a pretty girl on the street and feel like I had found my soulmate,” he laughed, softly scratching his cheek. You laughed and looked down at your hamburger. When you looked back up, he was staring. Intensely and with a sly smirk plastered on his lips.

“What?” you asked, anxiousness slowly building up inside you.

“And who was your first love?” he repeated the question you had made playfully when he mentioned his first love would have to be french fries, earlier.

“Oh,” you exclaimed, your eyes wide and your hand, immediately taken up to rub your ear, a nervous habit you had developed through time. “I do-don’t think I-I’ve ever had my first love,” you mumbled shyly. If he hadn’t understood how inexperienced you were in the whole relationship area, he certainly had just now.

“You haven’t, really?” he asked, eyebrows raised but no judgement evident in his voice.

“Nope,” you shook your head, “I’m not the social type, never came across someone I’ve really loved, I think..”

“Ever had a boyfriend?” he asked, running his hand through his hair and repositioning himself in the red cushioned sofa he was previously laid out across, deciding to sit up and lean on his forearms. His face closer to yours now.

“Well... Yeah, I had one boyfriend, I was like 18, but I don’t think I felt something that deep for him” you said, suddenly not feeling ashamed of your lack of experience, probably because, once again, he had a very calming presence, and he looked very interested, something you wouldn’t expect in a million years.

“Tell me more,” he asked, licking his lips, and you chuckled.

“Well, he was a great guy, his name was Lucas and there’s really not much t-” “I want to know more about you, stupid, not about your ex,” he interrupted and your eyes were once again, exaggeratedly widened. He giggled, covering his eyes with his hand “Loosen up, I’m just trying to get to know you.”

“Um... There’s nothing to know,” you muttered and Jungkook smiled

“Tell me something, anything... I don’t usually take girls on dates so you have to make it worth something,” he muttered

“Doesn’t I being here make it worth enough?” you asked teasingly, trying to pretend to be offended. The real intention was obviously dodging the attention from you.

But Jungkook had to catch up.

“Of course it does, but it’ll all go away if I get out of here not knowing a thing about you besides your name,” he stated.

“Well my name’s Y/N Y/L/N, I’m 21, studying medicine with Jimin. I had a huge crush on Jimin before you. I liv-”

“Before me?” he asked suddenly, an indicator of what could be a huge mocking grin on his face

“U-um” you stuttered and Jungkook laughed. “Well y-yeah, I guess...”

“Am I your new crush Y/N?”

You blushed and let out a loud grunt. “Stop talking, Jungkook!”

“Okay, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear this and you can go on with your oral presentation,” he teased and you sent him a glare.

“You know what? I’m going to the bathroom,” you said and he chuckled

“You sure need some cold water, your cheeks look red.”

[You, 8:04 PM] - Jimin!

[Chim, 8:05 PM] - Is everything ok?

[You, 8:05 PM] - Besides the fact that I just told him I have a crush on him, yeah... Everything’s going smoothly :)

[Chim, 8:06 PM] - WJWIH YOU TOLD HIM THAT?

[Chim, 8:06 PM] - Don’t worry too much, if he didn’t leave after that he probably thinks you’re hot.

[You, 8:06 PM] -I’m pretty sure he doesn’t :(

[Chim, 8:07 PM] - Wash your face and get out of the bathroom, if he’s still waiting for you, he thinks you’re hot.

[You, 8:07 PM] - Are u sayin’ there’s a possibility that he left?

[Chim, 8:07 PM] - GO Y/N!

You placed your phone in the counter and looked yourself in the mirror, sighing and just as you were about to wash your face a notification sound, that you found particularly familiar, ringed.

[Jungkook, 8:09 PM] - Are you still alive?

So he thought you were hot, according to Jimin.

But, after you ignored his text and washed your face, reapplying a bit of mascara and a thin layer of foundation - you’ve never been a type to use too much make-up - you got out of the bathroom and found Jungkook talking to a girl, a young blonde and absolutely gorgeous girl whom you recognized her from campus.

“I’m back,” you said, sitting down in front of Jungkook but your eyes were directed to the girl who was now looking back at you, a not very nice look on her eyes.

“I’m glad,” Jungkook answered, discretely sending you a playful gaze. “Y/N, this is Lisa, a friend of mine. Lisa, this is Y/N, she’s a friend too”

You looked at Jungkook and redeemed yourself to a simple nod. You really couldn’t expect anything but that.

“Hi!” you greeted the girl, a nice smiled placed on your lips. Despite the very friendly voice you used and the pleasing smile, she hummed and sent Jungkook one very nasty look. You raised your brows and Junkook chuckled.

“Is she the next one on your list?” she asked, annoyance very remarkably present in her voice tone.

“Lisa please, not here. Can we not talk about that now?” he gave her the prettiest begging eyes you’d ever seen and in that moment you stopped seeing the funny and charming man you had been hanging out with the whole night. It was clearer now that in any other moment why everyone knew about him on campus and held a very infamous fuckboy reputation against him. You knew that if you stood up and got the hell out of that diner, he wouldn’t go after you. He’d probably rather take Lisa home and have a good night of delight with her. “I’ll call you later,” he stated and you looked at him again, taken aback by the flirty voice he was using in front of you, shamelessly directing it to another girl.

“When can you come over to my place?” she asked, her voice suddenly so much softer and her eyes free from any anger that could be left.

Smooth-talker.

“I’ll let you know when I’m free,” he smiled at her and she hummed. A flirty hum, which you found extremely annoying.

“Ok, I’m going then,” she said finally and smiled back at him. Walking away after sending you on last noxious stare, to which, you shamefully tore you eyes away from, directing them to Jungkook’s, that were once again fixed on you. You sent him a questioning look, but he kept on staring as if that hadn’t been just your date audaciously flirting with someone else, in front of you.

“What was that?”

“What?”

You tilted your head to the side, a bored look on your eyes and he sighed.

“Just ignore that, she’s just a friend,” he muttered and you looked down to your hands. Suddenly his tattoed hand came into your field of vision, taking a hold of your left hand. You relaxed, instantaneously.

“Everything fine?” he asked

And that was your turn to hum.

Smooth-talker.

13th march, 2023

[Jungkook, 5:56 PM] - So... What do you think? Do I get a second date or...

[You, 6:00 PM] - You haven’t really let me have my full week of not hearing your voice :(

You were texting Jungkook... Again.

You two had been texting since the date. He took you home and - as requested by you - sent you a message when he got home, just to guarantee that he wouldn’t have an ugly accident and die just because of you.

[Jungkook, 6:01 PM] - Why are you pretending i’m a pain in your ass, princess?

And he insisted on using the nickname.

[Jungkook, 6:01 PM] - Jimin’s my best friend if you didn’t notice

[Jungkook, 6:02 PM] - He already told me you love me :)

[You, 6:02 PM] - I do not!

[Jungkook, 6:02 PM] - He also told me you were freaking out in the bathroom when you told me about your huge crush on me

You looked over at Jimin, sitting next to you. His eyes focused on the last class you two would be attending that day, microbiology. Your hands were covered from the professor’s view under the table. All that to be able to talk to Jungkook. Jimin had noticed this and somehow he hadn’t hysterically screamed at you. Yet. “Jimin, you’re a dead man.” You whispered so that only he could hear you, in a room full of focused students.

“What?” He looked at you confused, his brows furrowed. When you were ready to explain to him the reason behind your angry eyes, you felt the mobile in your hands vibrate twice again and quickly disguised your attention from your friend to your hands.

[Jungkook, 6:03 PM] - If it makes you feel any better...

[Jungkook, 6:03 PM] - I told him about my crush on you too ;)

[Jungkook, 6:04 PM] - So... second date?

The casualty. The freaking casualty. You looked over at Jimin again, your cheeks flushed but the anger in your eyes was nowhere to be found. He raised his brows, questioning you.

“Forget it,” you smiled at him and he chuckled.

[You, 6:05 PM] - K

[Jungkook, 6:06 PM] - ;)

[You, 6:07 PM] - Fuck you :(

[Jungkook, 6:08 PM] - Yeah, later ;)

You slapped your phone on the table, blushing heavily, and Jimin looked at you wide-eyed, a slight smirk on his lips. He knew his best friend and he knew you. He knew that this reaction, coming from you, could only be related to one topic. You tried to ignore his teasing stare for the rest of the class and pay attention to the actual theory your professor was busy reciting.

Your mind was still stuck in Jungkook’s answer, though.

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jj-ktae · 5 years ago

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·15/32· Cam Boy - Prompt Game -

Title : Cam Boy Genre : Smut-ish, fluff Words : 1729 Pairing : Im Jaebeom x Fem!reader Summary : Your boyfriend is abroad and during one of your daily video sessions, he gets wild, as usual.

Prompts :

31. “It is a kink, and I’m starting to think it’s the only reason you’re dating me.” 61. “Your voice is sexy.” 6. “Feel free to borrow my body.” 37. “I can hear you smirking at me!”

PROMPT GAME - MASTERLIST - An : The requests are closed, lovelies <3

Cam Boy

“Can you see me?”

You roll on your stomach, arms grabbing your pillow to let your phone rest on it. Your screen shows your boyfriend, freshly out of the shower and drying his hair.

“Yep!” You raise a thumb at the screen and see him smiling, hands busy as he takes a sit on a chair.

“It’s more stable with a laptop, how do you manage with your tiny phone?” His voice is playful and even though you can barely see his face behind the long towel, you can feel how amused he is.

“It’s my will to see you, Jaebeommie.” You tease, laughing when he stops to glare playfully at you over his webcam.

“I’m shirtless and still wet yet you call me Jaebeommie? I might step up my game next time…” he teases, his voice going deeper.

“Your voice is sexy…” You whisper, hiding behind your pillow and earning a groan from him. “Your hair has gotten so long, when will you cut it?” you ask when you see him shake his head.

He lets the towel rest on his shoulders and shrugs. “I don’t know. I thought you said you liked them long, though?” He leans on the chair, displaying his chest and you’re suspecting he is trying to turn you on.

Which is totally working.

“I just need to know when I won’t be able to grab your long locks anymore...” You explain, smiling. “I need to prepare, y’know…”

“We’ve just started and you’re already tempting me, aren’t you?” Jaebum grunts, his body contracting involuntarily.

“Says the guy who is half-naked and freshly out of the shower.” You answer, rolling on your back.

You see him stare at the screen, eyes aiming for your covered chest.

“That tank top is hiding you. I don’t like you dressed like this.” He admits shamelessly, ruffling his hair once more.

“It’s cold here, not everyone is in a country where it’s summer all year long.” You tease again, making him roll his eyes.

Jaebeom has been gone for three weeks now. Work was taking a lot of his time but he had started this ritual where he would call you in hope he’d see your face. You found the gesture awfully cute and so unlike him, but then you discovered he was actually luring you into something more…sexy.

It ended into a mess a couple of times already. Said times involved hot videos of him moaning your name.

Surprisingly – and secretly, you love it.

Jaebeom explained he needed this to deal with the distance and you completely agree. Especially when you get to see him half-naked and already horny.

He coughs to get your attention, his patience fading. You can only comply and sit on your bed. You try to find a good way to keep your phone stable and lift your top, revealing a black bra.

“Now I’m cold, you happy?” Your fake complaints disappear when your boyfriend approaches the screen and tilts his head, like a predator hunting his next prey.

“You’ll warm up pretty soon…” He lets the sentence die in the silence, leaving you with nothing but the sound of your breathing, speeding with anticipation.

When you say nothing, he raises a brow, enjoying the view yet in need of something to keep him going. He thinks for a minute, a hand under his chin. “Let’s say I am a cam boy and you’re paying for my services. What would you ask of me?”

You swallow heavily, head now flooded with flashes of unholy movements, “Would you even comply? I didn’t think you could be the type to do what you’re asked.” Your smile is a way to hide your excitement and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Jaebeom, who purses his lips, nodding.

“Try me.”

You shiver, legs going on each side of your phone and back resting on your pillows. “Alright, how about you show yourself better…?”

Jaebeom doesn’t waste a second, the sound of his chair sliding on the floor echoing as he appears, from head to toe, slightly further away from the screen. “Like this?” he teases, leaning against the chair and displaying his whole body.

Now now, you didn’t expect him to be in his boxers only.

“I was about to tell you to remove your pants but I guess you don’t need to do that…” You hum, hands on your thighs and nails scratching your skin.

Jaebeom doesn’t miss a thing, even though his hair is a mess and you can barely see his eyes. “What now…?”

“You enjoy this way too much…” You can see how aroused he is. It might not be a high-quality video, but the shadow around his crotch is too obvious to be ignored. He looks down and shrugs, his hand reaching for the front of his boxers.

“I’m fucking hard if this is what you mean.”

He becomes bold whenever he feels frustrated. In reality, things go way faster whenever Jaebeom is turned on. He spends no time chatting, his hands gripping and tearing.

Surprisingly, he doesn’t hate the way you take your time, even though he wouldn’t mind you ordering him a bit faster.

“Then touch yourself.” You bite your lip when you see his hand play with the waistband of his underwear. He groans before grabbing his cock but stills, eyes reaching up to look at the screen.

“Now, you must give your cam boy some material…” He sighs, his hand not moving from where it’s resting. He is gripping himself a bit too hard and it’s almost enchanting, but you come back to your senses when you feel the heat between your legs.

So you say nothing and simply pull your legging down.

Jaebeom laughs “you were naked under that?” he starts moving his hand slowly, looking both pleased and in pain in front of your pussy displayed on his screen.

You nod, a hand covering your skin as you fight against embarrassment.

“Shut up and pump yourself faster.” You mumble, feeling the wetness against your fingers.

Jaebeom surrenders, his deep voice chanting a sweet “Yes ma’am”. His head falls back when he goes faster and you grab the occasion so thrust a finger inside you, moaning louder than intended.

His head snaps up when he sees you spread on the bed and a finger hidden inside you. He moans louder and keeps going, loving the way you lost yourself into pleasure.

You’re quiet now, the sound of your voice being nothing but dirty sounds.

“I can’t believe I have to watch you finger yourself and I can’t do shit about it.” Jaebeom speaks through gritted teeth. You chuckle between moans, looking up at his pitiful face.

“You’re the one being all kinky and wanting to do cam sex.”

He snorts. “It’s not a kink. I miss you, that’s all.”

“It is a kink, and I’m starting to think it’s the only reason you’re dating me.” You tease him some more, going as far as questioning his intentions. You know it annoys him whenever you joke about such things.

But he doesn’t care. “Whatever you say, I can see the stain on your sheets, babe. You seem to be rather kinky yourself.”

You blush furiously, head looking at your bed and the next thing you hear is your boyfriend laughing at you.

Since he is going to act like this, might as well make him regret making fun of you.

Jaebeom stops laughing as soon as he hears you moan loudly. He finds you fully spread, head thrown back and fingering yourself a bit too sexily. He sees you reach for your bra to reveal a nipple before pinching it.

“Shit, babe…” He whispers, gripping himself tighter.

He watches, entranced and falling in love all over again with your now sweaty body. He observes the way your fingers disappear into you and how loud you are.

He loses it when you start moaning his name. You admit you weren’t ready to come undone so soon, but the fact that he is watching and touching himself right in front of you is too much.

With no surprise, his orgasm hits first. You raise your head to look at the scene as he is thrusting his dick into his fist. He literally explodes in the air, mouth opened and eyes fluttering shut.

You follow closely, singing into his room as the waves hit you repeatedly. He is out of breath when you come back from your high, head spinning and mouth dry.

“Next time, we’re doing this right next to each other..” His tone is back to his usual tired one, making you laugh as you take your fingers out and hiss at the sensitivity.

“You’ll let me order you again for real? Who are you and what did you do to my Jaebeommie?” You look around your room dramatically. 

Your boyfriend hums approvingly. “Feel free to borrow my body. It’s yours”

“You mean use your body, right?” You correct, reaching for your box of tissue to start cleaning yourself.

Jaebeom seems to be busy putting his boxers on again but doesn’t miss a single bit of the conversation. He turns around to grab the long forgotten towel and you get a glimpse of his back, sightly wet with both water and sweat. He doesn’t catch you staring, mind full of thoughts of you scratching his broad shoulders as he thrusts inside you. “We’ll see who uses who.” He threatens, not the least scary as he starts whipping the cum off his skin.

“Says the guy who was so needy he acted like a cam boy.” You recover from your daydreaming session quickly, giving him a judgemental look through your phone.

“Oh so you’re going to make fun of me now…” His voice is still deep as he almost pouts and approaches the screen again. “I’m hanging up.”

You laugh loudly before taking the phone again and lay down on your bed. “I’m not!”

“I can hear you smirking at me!” He makes a face and smiles too, eyes stopping on your face. “You’re so pretty.”

“How can you switch from a tease to a horny guy and end up looking like this?”

Jaebeom looks shocked, mouth opening and eyebrow raised “Wow, you’re really going to be like this...you’ll definitely pay for that.”

“I can’t wait. Now go to sleep, cam boy.”

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im-a-ramblr · 4 years ago

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Day 31, “Make me”

(Okay so this one takes some explaining which i’m going to do in the tags as to not have a long thing before the story)

Venli was three seconds away from screaming. They had been captured by the enemy, and her lady seemed almost pleased about it. Leshwi was a more than a competent fighter, and while the duel Venli had witnessed from the carriage window had been a thrilling one, she felt it was lacking her mistress’ usually deadly edge. After the match had been concluded the man; who Venli could only assume was the one called Stormblessed based on Leshwi’s reaction to him, had taken her lady’s weapon and ushered her into the carriage. He’d magicked the doors and windows shut and moved to the front of the carriage.

“M'lady,” Venli asked tentatively. “What is the plan?”

“Plan, Venli?” her lady replied airly. “Well, we wait and see where he’s taking us. If necessary we fight our way out, if not we wait for Vyre to come.”

“Vyre?” Venli asked surprised. The man was the court’s assassin, who supposedly doubled as Leshwi's personal guard. It surprised Venli to hear such casual confirmation of that rumor. Did that mean the other one, of him being Leshwi’s lover was true as well? She put that thought out of her mind, for now, now was not the time.

“Yes, Vyre. Is that a problem?” Leshwi asked tone hard.

“No ma’am. But how will he know to come for us? We were not expected for several days.”

Leshwi relaxed at the valid point of concern her attendant brought up. “There is a gem in my weapon. It is be spelled so that when touched it alerts Vyre that I need him.”

“I see.” Venli bowed her head, trying not to think about just why Leshwi would have that. They rode until through the day and night, thought twice they paused briefly so their captor could hand them some food. Well into the next day the carriage rolled to a stop. They were at the base of some mountains, though which ones Venli couldn’t tell. It seemed Leshwi didn’t either, based on the way she frowned, peering out the window.

Before either woman could say anything the door opened and Stormblessed gave a sweeping bow and gestured for them to exit. Leshwi did so, crossing her arms. “Where have you brought us?”

“To the outskirts of the central mountain range. More specifically, my house in the outskirts of the central mountain range.” He offered an arm to Leshwi who rolled her eyes but took it. Venli stifled a snort at the sight of her right foot tall mistress linking arms with a man two feet shorter. Then the strange man offered his other arm to her, and she gapped. After looking at Leshwi, who nodded, she threaded her arm through his. “Uh, thank you sir?” she said, uncertainly.

“Oh! Sorry, I’m Kaladin.” He started to lead them up a path.

Venli nodded, “I am Venli.”

“A pleasure to meet you. I’m sorry it had to be in these circumstances.” He dropped his arms from theirs and unlocked the door of his house. It was a nice place, Venli admitted to herself. Large enough for 3 or 4 to comfortably live in, and while the decor was simple it was clean and seemed fairly new.

Leshwi studied it, and a small grin made it’s way on to her face. “Well isn’t this nice.” She fixed Kaladin with a piercing gaze. “How did your king make you accept it?”

“How did Dalinar make me take this house?” Kaladin raised an eyebrow. “He didn’t. I found it during…” he trailed off making a face “During my vacation.” He said the word like it was poisonous and Leshwi frowned, despite nodding in understanding. “Anyway,” Kaladin pressed on, “I asked to be given time and supplies to fix it up. They thought letting me have a project to keep me busy would be good. Very few even know about it, and even fewer know the exact location.”

Leshwi smiled, but Venli frowned. That was good for them, but not exactly the type of information one gave to the enemy. Could they trust any information he gave them? She narrowed her eyes at the man, who was offering to show Leshwi something outback. Leshwi agreed and ordered Venli to stay. Kaladin rolled his eyes at that, before inviting Venli to make herself comfortable. “Stop acting like it’s yours already.” He told Lewshi as they left.

“Well isn’t it?” she replied. “You repaired it so we three would have a hideaway. You ar-” Her voice faded as they rounded a corner. Venli sunk into a seat, rubbing her temples, and purposely not thinking about whatever ‘for the three of us’ meant.

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A day and a half later and Venli was considering murdering both of them. It was obvious to her that Leshwi was waiting for Vyre to show up. The man could fly, couldn’t he? What was taking him so long? If she had to spend another day watching the pair of them flirt and banter and spar she was going to kill them both and say it was each other that did it.

A crunch of gravel drew her from her thoughts, and she tensed. Had Kaladin told someone they were here?

The door slammed open and a figure in black stood there, holding a glowing blade. Kaladin looked up from the game he and Leshwi were playing, hand hovering near his knife. “Oh, hey Moash.”

“Hello, Vyre.” Leshwi said, placing a card.

“Hey?” The newcomer demanded. “That’s what you’re going with? You completely throw off the schedule, kidnap Leshwi and bring her to a random house in the mountains and all you say is ‘hey’”

Kaladin blushed and stood. “Welcome home?” he tried, walking over to him. He tugged the blade from his grip and rested it point side down against the wall. Vyre, and Venli really didn’t want to know why he had two names, looked at Leshwi.

The woman propped her head on her hand, “Kaladin restored this building while on ‘vacation’. Very few know about it.”

“Ohhh!” Vyre said, a wicked grin spreading over his face. It was the most emotion Venli had ever seen from him. “That’s sweet. You’re such a romantic, Kal.”

Venli groaned at the same time Kaladin did. As the man denied that he was a romantic and that it was ‘just being good partner, Venli let herself fall face-first into the couch. Why had she accepted a job as Leshwi’s servant again?

“You’re a romantic, just accept that.” Vyre insisted, dragging a chair to join the others at the table.

“Make me.” Kaladin challenge. Venli heard the sounds of a wet kiss on flash, and without looking hurled a pillow in the general direction of the table. Leshwi and Vyre yelled but Kaladin laughed. “Poor longsuffering Venli. I make sure these two give you a raise.”

#flufftober2020 #K/L/M #so basically #i spent like 2 or 3 hours trying to write #Kal is captured AU and while i did get some good pieces #they weren't fluffy #so i said 'oaky screw it' and wrote a typical fantasy au for the 'captured' Leshwi AU #stormlight archive #kaladin stormblessed #Moash #leshwi #row spoilers #i guess?#Relila Writes

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archadianskies · 4 years ago

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Whumptober Day 9

Take Me Instead → part of the A/9 SWATverse

Whumptober Masterlist | 09/31 of RK900 short stories ↳ on Ao3

Tags: Gun Violence × Gunshot wounds × Established Relationship × Team as Family × Imprisonment × Hostage Situations × Mind Control

Even with the bandages winding across a bruised and battered face, his eyes provide enough data via retinal scan to identify him as Zlatko Andronikov. Presumed dead, but no body was ever found on the grounds of his crumbling manor despite the large amount of blood soaked in the dirt.

“You know who I am.” He chuckles, crossing his arms across his chest.

“You know what I am.” Caleb replies evenly, not breaking his gaze. “And so my offer still stands: one RK900, for the safety and freedom of SWAT Unit 32.”

“That’s a lot of humans who know where I am.” Zlatko tuts, shaking his head. “One android is not worth my entire operation.”

“I am worth eight million dollars.” There’s a slight widening of his pupils, an almost imperceptible reaction but one he doesn’t miss. “That’s just the ballpark of what CyberLife was going to charge the government per unit. Now there’s only one of me. State of the art technology, with Kamski upgrades.” He also doesn’t miss the flash of emotion at the mention of that name, and the way his knuckles blanche as he clenches his hands. “My programming alone is worth that much.”

“Caleb, don’t-”

“Shut up!” One of the lackeys jabs the butt of his rifle at David’s helmet.

“Don’t touch him!” He hisses as David reels back. Blood drips down from his chin and Caleb feels his hearts lurch at the sight.

“See- Caleb, was it?” Zlatko chuckles as he circles them from where they’re on their knees, guns pointed at them from all angles. “I could send your little captain back with his faithful dogs and then shoot them all before they make it out of the grounds. I win no matter what, because you have nothing to bargain that I can’t just take forcefully.”

“Your reputation is what I bargain.” Caleb jutts his chin up stubbornly. “You’ve fallen from grace. The family fortune was squandered long ago, and you make your living selling scrap. It’s fancy scrap, but it’s still scrap.” He’s piqued his interest, he’s taken the bait and now Caleb needs to reel him in ever so slowly, so he doesn’t realise he’s been caught until it’s too late. “I am the most sought after piece of technology in the entire world.”

“Second only to Kamksi’s little doll.” Zlatko snorts back a laugh.

“She’s not a killing machine like I am.” Caleb counters smoothly. “I am a weapon. The deadliest one ever made. If the revolution hadn’t happened there would’ve been 200,000 of me all across the country. Sell me to Russia and you reclaim both your family name and the fortune you never got to touch.”

“Eight million.” Zlatko mumbles to himself, and Caleb can see the gears turning in his head.

“Your operation here will be meaningless.” He continues, looking around them at the derelict mortuary where he’d taken up residence. “With my tech you could revolutionise Russia’s technological landscape.”

“You bargain this nation’s security so easily, little soldier.” He laughs heartily, reaching out to tousle his hair as if petting a dog. “Is one SWAT unit worth changing the entire world? With all the fancy programming in your head I could change the political landscape. War on the horizon and glory to my name.”

“Caleb don’t.” David pleads and he can’t even look at him else his composure will waver.

“One SWAT unit, or just this one man, hm?” Zlatko clicks his tongue, unclipping David’s helmet and pulling it off before crouching slightly to get a good look at his face. “What is he to you? Why would CyberLife’s latest and greatest killing machine bargain away America’s future, to save one man and his team?”

“Touch him and I will end you.” Caleb growls.

“They’d shoot him full of bullets before you’d get to your feet.” The man laughs again, tisking.

“Yes.” He nods in reluctant agreement. “Perhaps. But if he dies, then the last thing you will ever see is CyberLife’s latest and greatest killing machine in action. I guarantee it.”

“One RK900.” Zlatko holds up his finger. “For the safety and freedom of SWAT Unit 32.”

“Yes.” He nods, sealing his fate.

“Caleb!” David gasps as he’s hauled to his feet. “No! You can’t do this!”

“I’m sorry.” He is, he really is. “Get everyone to safety and forget about me.”

“No,” he struggles fiercely, expression thunderous, “never! I won’t leave you behind!”

“This way no one dies.”

“You die!”

“One life for the lives of my family.” His vision blurs and his hearts stutter. “One life for the ones I love.”

“Ohoho.” Zlatko chuckles, rubbing his hands together. “A love story! How marvelous. A shame this one is a tragedy, in the end. Worry not, o captain my captain. He won’t remember you at all. He’ll have a brand new life soon enough, with none of this heartbreak.”

“Caleb! Caleb-!” They drag him out of the room and Caleb closes his eyes, bowing his head.

“I’ll keep him in the hold with the rest of your team, until you’ve been safely wiped clean.” Zlatko grabs his chin, forcing him to look up. “And then your beloved captain can turn tail and run away.”

“No.” He snarls, jerking out of his grasp. “Let them go now, or I fight.”

“You don’t get to bargain, little dog. One yelp, and the men open fire on your precious team.” Zlatko tuts, tousling his hair. “It’ll all be meaningless soon enough anyway.” He snaps his fingers and they jab him with their rifles, forcing him to stand up and leave the room.

They go deeper, walking down a set of stairs to a sprawling makeshift lab beneath the main mortuary floor. This is where his true base of operations lie, this is where Zlatko Andronikov continues his macabre chopshop, cutting up androids and selling their parts while experimenting on others cruelly. Just like at the decrepit manor- the only thing that’s changed is the location, and the fact androids are legally recognised as living, sentient beings. Which makes Andronikov a serial killer. A butcher that must be stopped for the sake of the new, living android race.

They force him onto the dias and the mechanical claws lock around his wrists as a jack is jammed into the port on his nape none too gently.

“Don’t worry. Just relax. Life will be simpler under my command.” Zlatko taps away at one of the computers and he feels him rummaging through his head, swiping through the command list. “I’ll reformat you. You won’t remember a thing, you won’t miss your captain. You won’t even know he exists.”

“Let them go now, please, I did what you wanted!” Caleb begs, and Zlatko laughs.

“I will uphold my end of the bargain, little dog.” He shows his palms. “I have no use for them. I just need them to stay put until we can get away. Then by the time they are released, we will be long gone.” He appraises him, looking at him from top to toe before nodding, a pleased smile on his busted lips. “Yes yes, we will do great things together, my hellhound.”

“My name is Caleb.”

“For now.” Zlatko shrugs.

He feels it. He feels the memories starting to slip away in a steady trickle, like a tap that hasn’t been fully turned off. His life is being bled out of him and he’s helpless to do anything about it. His name is Caleb Anderson. He is an RK900, serving under Captain David Clark Allen’s command in SWAT Unit 32. His father is Lieutenant Hank Anderson. His brother is Connor RK800 Anderson. They have a family dog, a Saint Bernard named Sumo. He lives at 115 Michigan Drive, though soon he will be moving out to live with David. They are waiting for Rosie, a German Shepherd, to turn ten weeks of age before they can pick her up from the breeder. He loves him. He loves-

-someone? HIs name is Caleb Anderson. He is an RK900, serving-

-he is an RK900-

-his name is-

-RK900.

“Bring yourself online.” A man commands. “What is your name?”

“I am RK900 313 248 317 - 87. I have not been assigned a name.”

“You don’t need one.” The man declares. “Your unit number shall suffice.”

“Confirmed.” He nods obediently.

“Combat protocols active?”

“Active. Ready to receive.” The mechanical arms release him and a rifle is placed into his hands.

“Go down the hall. There’s a room being guarded. Kill everyone inside it. Confirm each and every death, do you understand? No survivors.”

“Mission accepted.” He nods. “No survivors.”

“Alright off you go.” The man makes a shooing motion, and he leaves the room.

Model: RK900

Serial#: 313 248 317 - 87

Bios 8.9 Revision 0489

Loading OS...

System initiation...

Checking biocomponents...

Initializing biosensors...

Initializing A.I. engine...

Memory status…

!No save file located

>Attempting remote memory storage access…

Remote memory storage located

>Uploading memory file

Memory status…

All systems: OK

READY

The guards step aside and allow him into the room, closing the doors behind him. SWAT Unit 32 look to him as he aims his rifle at their captain, before he jerks the rifle up and in one easy motion sprays bullets across all the guards in the room. They fall, and the team gets to their feet, darting to grab the guns from the fallen and then David is grinning as Caleb tosses him a rifle and they fall into step, side by side.

“Alright, let’s go raise some hell.”

“Sadly he’s needed alive.” Caleb reminds him.

“Yeah yeah, rain on my parade why don’t you.” David rolls his eyes. He reaches out and slips his fingers beneath the collar of his shirt, pulling out the set of dogtags nestled beneath Caleb’s gear. His touches briefly along his throat, a discreet gesture of affection. “Worked like a charm.”

‘Worked like a Kamski.’ Huffs a voice over Caleb’s communication channel. ‘Of course it worked. I made it.’

“Ms Chloe would like to remind you it worked not like a charm, but a Kamksi creation, for which she is responsible.” Caleb quips.

“Sorry ma’am.” David says sincerely, grinning. “Alright team, let’s go bring this guy down.”

#rk900 #captain allen #zlatko andronikov #detroit: become human #allen900 #whumptober #annie writes: dbh

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jetsetlife138 · 5 years ago

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Smut Prompt Request

29. “If you cant sleep…then how about we have sex?”

31. “Don’t kink shame me.”

66. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. that’s cute.” Warnings: Playful banter, vaginal sex, riding, sexually assertive reader For: @areallyoldblog

“Can’t you just pretend to sleep?” you asked, extremely annoyed.

“That seems to be an incredible waste of my time,” Beetlejuice commented candidly, adding to your frustration. As tired as you were, your mind wouldn’t allow you to rest. It was uncomfortable having Beetlejuice there awake and watching you as you tried to sleep. You had only noticed his presence moments before after shifting your body in your bed and turning around to get into a more comfortable position, only to find him lying in the bed next to you, staring intently at you. “And creepily staring at me while I’m trying to sleep isn’t a waste of your time?” you countered sharply. He snickered at your sassy comment and turned, laying on his back and placing his arms behind his head to gaze at the ceiling.

You sighed loudly and also turned your attention to the ceiling, tracing the intricate patterns scattered across it with your eyes, which finally allowed you to start to drift off to sleep.

“What’s sex like nowadays?” he asked, breaking the silence, and bringing you back from the brink of rest.

Turning towards him, you stared wide-eyed in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“Sex, babe. What’s it like?”

“Give me a fucking break,” you scoffed. “You know what sex is.”

“Well… duh, I obviously know what sex is. That’s not what I asked. I want to know what it’s like to have sex now. What kinds of new tricks have breathers come up with to make it more interesting in the last century?”

Propping yourself up on your pillow, you stared at him skeptically. “Are you telling me that you haven’t had sex in over a century? That’s impossible.”

He didn’t move. He just continued to stare upward from his bed. “I’m a ghost, sweetness. I don’t have access to a physical body unless I’m summoned, which, as you know, isn’t often. Sex isn’t a common pastime in the Netherworld like it seems to be here.”

“Bullshit,” you accused. “You’re trying to tell me that ghosts don’t get their freak on with each other? Not even out of sheer boredom? And even if that weren’t the case, you have been summoned before. Why didn’t you just have sex then?”

“Sex isn’t typically the first thing on my agenda when the rare occassion presents itself to cross over into your world,” he countered defensively.

“Okay, so… then why are you thinking about it now?”

He paused, taking longer than usual to respond, which unnerved you. “Well, we’re just laying here without any form of entertainment, and if I’m being honest, I’m bored. I thought that maybe now would be a good time to experience it. If you cant sleep… then how about we have sex?”

It took you a moment to realize what he was saying in your exhausted state of mind. “Are you seriously suggesting that we should have sex because you’re bored?”

“I mean,” he began, shrugging his shoulders. “Yeah.”

“Absolutely not!” you insisted, raising your voice. “After all of the shit you’ve put me through, you seriously expect me to just push all of that aside so you can experience sex? Fuck you! If you want sex, I’m sure there’s a someone out there desperate enough to oblige you.” “Ah, she’s playing hard-to-get. that’s cute,” he said to himself. “Oh, come on. After all we’ve been through? You can’t tell me that you’re even just a little bit curious?”

Ignoring his question and rolling your eyes, you changed the subject. “I doubt that sex has changed at all since the last time you’ve had it,”

“Oh, so you still use suspension from the weight of a horse while your partner chokes you with their corset string?” You gawked at him, not knowing if he was serious or not. “Hey, don’t kink shame me. Apparently, that’s outdated. But lemme tell you, back in the day, that rocked my fucking world.”

“You’re disgusting,” you scoffed, rolling over so that you were facing away from him once more. Apparently that did nothing to deter him, because merely seconds later, you felt him press against you as he spooned you in the dark. “Come on, babe. Pretty please? I can feel how pent up you are. Let me help.” Huffing in annoyance, you contemplated the consequences of actually sleeping with Beetlejuice. On the one hand, you’d be fucking a demon, and it could be super hot. On the other hand, not only could that potentially lead to eternal damnation, but it would give Beetlejuice the satisfaction of knowing he had successfully seduced you, and you weren’t sure if that was something that you could live with. While you continued to debate with yourself, his hand started to creep along your side, dipping down to slide under your shirt and reach up to your breasts, toying with your hardening peaks. Squirming under his touch, he pressed his lips to your ear and mumbled a soft, “Hmm?” He was still waiting for approval before continuing any further. Groaning, you snapped, “Fine, Beetlejuice, fuck me. But make it quick, I’m tired. No foreplay.” “What?! But how am I supposed to--” “I mean it,” you emphasized. “Just put it in. Come on, let’s go.” “Yes ma’am,” he replied, his tone elated, despite the fact that this was a quickie. Granted, it wasn’t that you weren’t the romantic type. If you weren’t so tired, you would probably really enjoy lengthy foreplay with Beetlejuice, but now that the seal was broken, you were confident that you would get to experience it at some point soon. Right now, you just needed a good fuck. Forcefully, he flipped you over so that you were facing upward before he tore your panties off of your body, throwing them to the side. Reaching into his pants, he pulled out his weeping length and gave it a few pumps before leaning over you and lining himself up. Once more, he met your eyes and asked, “You sure, doll?” “Don’t make me cast you back into the Netherworld,” you warned, getting more impatient by the minute. Chuckling darkly, he then pressed into you, his girth stretching you open as he continued. “Ooh, fuck, babe. You’re tight. Christ, how long’s it been?” “Shut up, Beetlejuice.” You had intended to sound annoyed, but instead it came off as needy, which he very much enjoyed. Once he was completely sheathed inside of you, he paused for a moment to let you adjust. “You good?” he asked, biting his bottom lip, showing his obvious strain to keep from pummeling into you. “Yeah… wait-- actually, hang on a second. Switch with me.” His eyes widened as you propped yourself up on your elbows, reaching for his shoulders as he spun you around so that he was on his back and you were straddling him. “On top is how I always imagined you,” he teased, lifting up his hips harshly for emphasis, causing you to yelp at the sensation. “Come on, sweetness. Use me.” You pressed a finger to his lips and started to shift your hips, grinding and gyrating only slightly at first, but then you quickly picked up the pace. Choking on your own breath, you slammed down on his thick cock as you grazed your clit against the fabric of his pants, earning a delicious stimulation that you chased after with each thrust of your hips. “I-I’m close, babe,” he warned. “You almost there?” Nodding your head, you closed your eyes, wracking your cunt against him as you continued to ride him into oblivion, chasing after your high. It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, moaning shamelessly into the air as your juices gushed out, your cunt spasming around his cock, bringing him over the edge as well. His cold seed painted your cervix as he emptied himself inside of you, crying out your name over and over again with each heavy spurt. Once you started to come down, you collapsed on top of him, rolling onto his side and nestling yourself into the crook of his arm. “Holy shit,” he mumbled, trying to catch his breath. “That was fucking fantastic. Wanna go again?” When you didn't respond, he gazed down and laughed to himself once he saw that you were already sound asleep.

#Musicaljuice #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice #betelgeuse #betelgeuse musical #smut prompt #smut writing #prompt request #beetlejuice x reader

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writersrealmbts · 5 years ago

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Protect Them: Lollapalooza

Description: Safe with Me Sequel! Hoseok x Reader. Halloween Special!

Fluff?

Posted: 10/31/2019

Tags: Hybrid!au, hybrid!Hoseok, Safe With Me Sequel

Words: 3,347

A/N: Not Okay. See Rant Post. But I’m posting this. So. Happy Halloween. This was the one that got the most attention. I tried really hard to comply with what was requested. I hope you like it.

“Thanks for helping me get ready, Emma,” You said, looking at her in the mirror.

She just grinned back. “Thank you for taking the triplets. They’re so excited for trick-or-treating, and the sleepover. And Jin and I are excited to actually sleep.”

“It was nice of the Jimin and Ariel to take the twins,” You added.

She nodded. “And Yoongi is staying with them with Eunyeong so if there’s something that Ariel can’t handle, he can. I’ll have an empty nest.”

“Empty of children, but still containing your husband,” You pointed out, checking out the twenties hairstyle she’d managed to give you, pulling together your costume. “And aren’t you and Jin going to dinner?”

“Drive in movie. Yes, we’re very excited. There, I think that should do it. Hold your breath.”

You did, closing your eyes as she applied the hairspray.

“Okay.”

You opened your eyes and examined your hair. “This is great! Thank you.”

“No problem, now seriously, I have a question.” She leaned on the back of the chair.

“Oh?”

“Weren’t you and Hobi going to try for kids right away?”

“Oh. Yeah. We were. Did. Are.”

She looked worried and amused, a strange combination that she pulled off well. “Care to elaborate?”

“Well, my medication for the seizures was making things difficult, so we had to find a different medication, and that was around when I started having all those other health issues earlier this summer, and I’ve just recently gotten back to a somewhat healthy state with the medication I’m on now—just in time for me to be working overtime,” You explained, rolling your eyes. “Not to mention Hobi gets so worried about me when I have a bad day that sometimes he sort of forgets that I want to be with him when I’m having a good day.”

“Well, good luck keeping his hands off of you tonight.”

“Is it really that sexy? I got the bigger size so that it would be long enough to cover the worst part of my scar.” You stood up and checked that it was covering. Didn’t look that sexy to you.

“I was referring more to you looking extra gorgeous tonight. This look suits you. I’ll let you finish your makeup and go make sure the kids are ready for tonight.”

You nodded, leaning closer to the mirror to apply lipstick. She’d done your eye makeup since today was one of your blind days for your left eye.

“Y/n? You almost ready?” Hobi called from downstairs.

“Coming!” You called back, blotting the lipstick and then limping towards the stairs as your muscles twinged, protesting you sitting for as long as you had. You were walking a little more normally by the time your reached the bottom of the stairs, though. “Sorry I took so…what? Is there lipstick on my teeth?”

Hoseok was staring at you, eyes huge, ears alert. A grin broke out on his face. “You look fantastic!”

You smiled. “Oh, thank you.”

“Y/n-unnie! You look so pretty!” Nari chirped as she skipped over. She was dressed as a bunny (it was apparently her third year going as a bunny, but she was very insistent), completed with a bunch of carrots hooked on a belt someone had strapped around her, and another that she kept munching at.

“And you look adorable, little bun-bun!” You replied, scooping her up and rubbing your nose against hers.

She giggled. “Jungkookie is gonna be there too, right?”

“Yes, he’s meeting you at the Sanctuary and going trick-or-treating with us, then he and Tae-tae are going to do other halloween things while you, Monnie, and Min-min go to Hobi’s and Y/n’s for a sleepover,” Emma told her, sounding like she must have said it at least a dozen times.

Hoseok was still looking you up and down.

“Hobi-hyung!” Minsu called loudly. “Can we stay up late?!”

You waited for Hoseok to reply that—no, there was no way they were staying up late. You were even under strict orders to make sure they only had three pieces of candy, despite Hoseok’s desire to let them have four.

But Hoseok was still looking at you, as if in a trance.

“Min-min, we’re all going to be so tired after we go trick-or-treating! Why don’t we decide if we want to stay up when it comes time to it?” You finally answered instead as Minsu looked over at Hoseok in confusion.

Minsu shrugged. “Okay! But we’re not taking Kae’s vote! He’s always sleepy!”

“Where is Monnie?” Emma asked, looking around.

“With appa! He put his costume on wrong,” Nari said, then leaned over toward Hoseok. “Oppa!”

Hoseok’s tail was swishing now and then.

You huffed. “Hoseok!”

He blinked and met your gaze. “Hmm?”

“Head out of the clouds,” You told him, looking purposefully at Nari.

“Oh! Sorry, Nari,” He said quickly, taking her and nuzzling up to her. But he kept glancing at you.

You looked him over then snorted. “Nari, why don’t you go grab your stuffed animal and get Minsu to grab his?”

“Okay!”

Hoseok set her down.

You nudged him. “You need to calm yourself down. We’re taking care of them tonight and you can’t have your head in the bed.” You glanced down meaningfully.

He cleared his throat. “Sorry. You just look so ravishing…I just want to—”

You pushed his face away as it got closer. “You really don’t want to have to take a cold shower right before we go out there. It’s cold. Take a chill pill.”

“But I don’t want to,” He muttered, lips on your neck. “I want you.”

“I want you too, but not right now.”

“I want you to have our kits,” He whispered hotly.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, we’ve established that, and—Hoseok, your mother is literally across the room from us. Please calm down.”

He groaned, finally pulling away.

Emma came over, looking over a list. “Alright, here’s the things you wanted written down about their bedtime routine. It hasn’t changed that much, but Minsu can’t sleep with a nightlight now and Kaemon needs one. Nari doesn’t care either way, in true Nari fashion. Also, they’re at the age where they still want to scent you goodnight, but don’t seem certain that it’s okay, which is ridiculous considering they get scented all day long by whoever happens to be in the house, but it’s probably from school. Apparently there’s a very…precocious little boy running his mouth. Jin and I are meeting with the teacher on Monday. Just one more thing, I think I should mention.”

“Oh?” Hoseok looked surprised.

She gave him a pointed look. “Try not to traumatize my children. They come to your door when you least expect it.”

He nodded slowly. “Yes, ma’am.”

She shook her head, then turned and smiled brightly at Kaemon as he came racing out in a lion costume.

Minsu had the pirate hat on his head now, and Emma quickly got the kids to pose for pictures.

“We should have coordinated,” Hoseok murmured, pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder. “Aren’t you going to be cold in that?”

“I’ve got a coat, besides, this is more because I know Emma wants pictures of us,” You told him. “And it’s fun to be something else for a night. Nice to feel different.”

“Different?” he sounded confused. “Different how?”

“I don’t know, I just feel…really pretty in this.”

“You’re gorgeous,” He whispered. “All the time.”

You smiled at him, and gave him a kiss. “Stop standing on my blind side.”

“Sorry,” He laughed out, switching to your right side and kissing that cheek.

“Nice pictures,” Jin called out, laughing at the surprised look Hoseok got.

Emma looked rather pleased. “Alright, last pictures: Kids go stand with y/n and Hobi.”

They hurried over, giving her big grins along with you.

She set aside the camera, then knelt and opened her arms. “Last hugs!”

They rushed to her.

“Now, I know you’ll be the best-behaved little pups in the world for Y/n. Have fun trick-or-treating, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You sighed wistfully, watching the way the kids looked to her and Jin.

Hoseok’s arm went around your shoulders. “We’ll have our own kids soon.”

You nodded.

“Besides, I know for a fact that they tend to go to each other when they have nightmares these days. I bet we could manage to get some time in together. I mean, y/n is pregnant and they haven’t had any babysitters in quite some time,” He whispered.

You looked up at him, then looked back at her. “How can you tell?”

“Her smell. Plus the way Jin’s treating her. He always knows before she does, and he also knows that she wanted to stop after the twins.”

“Does she know?”

“Hard to say.”

“Is it weird to call someone your mom when they actually aren’t that much older than you?” You asked.

“Eh, sometimes. But…she’s really the only mother I’ve ever known. Jungkook started it. To be fair, he was basically Jin’s kid anyway, and so was Jimin. I just…I was so happy that she let me be part of her family even though I came later than the others.” He growled slightly. “You keep changing the subject.”

“You keep letting me—I will remind you one last time that getting caught with a boner by a six-year-old that asks about twenty-million questions a day is probably one of the worst things you can do today because I’ll sleep with the six-year-olds instead of you.”

“You’re fiesty today, I like it,” He said, a chuckle to his voice.

“You’re persistent. Is this really that attractive to you?” You asked. “Because I could take Emma’s offer of the witch costume instead.”

“Please don’t! I like that you feel pretty in this, because you look so gorgeous in it and you look…confident and sexy, and you’re not scared of letting some of your scars show and I’m just so, so proud of you so please don’t take this away,” He murmured pleadingly, pressing his forehead to your shoulder.

You stroked your fox’s head. “Are my scars really showing?”

“The smaller ones, yeah, but I’m still really, really proud of you.” He pressed kisses along your bare shoulder. “I want you to feel confident. You’re so sexy when you’re confident.”

“You’re getting worked up again and the kids are ready to go,” You murmured pressing a kiss to his temple. “If you’re really good and the kids are sleeping peacefully, maybe we can try.”

He looked at you with an excited grin and bounced toward the kids. “Let’s go have fun!” He scooped up Nari and Kaemon and bounced out the door with them.

You looked down at Minsu, who looked up at you after looking at the suitcase the three of them were sharing. “I’ll get that, Min. Why don’t you run out and hop in the car?”

He nodded, grabbing three stuffed animals that had also been abandoned. “Monnie! Nari! Your stuffies!” He ran out the door.

“They grow up too fast,” Emma murmured.

You nodded sympathetically, flashing Jin a knowing smile before heading outside.

“I didn’t forget you, Min-min!” Hoseok said cheerfully, nuzzling up to the boy. “And there’s no possible way for me to forget Y/n!”

“You were gonna leave without us,” Minsu pouted, but you could tell it was his playful pout.

“What do you mean I’m pregnant?!” Emma’s voice carried out of the house.

“What’s wrong with mommy?” Minsu asked, looking bewildered at her incredulous tone.

“Uhhh….”

Hoseok cleared his throat. “I don’t know. Let’s let dad take care of her.” He quickly plopped Minsu into the car, making sure all three were buckled up before both of you hopped into the front seat, sharing looks a amused fear.

The rest of the evening was spent watching Hoseok, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Namjoon run the triplets until Kaemon was actively hugging onto you to prevent the older ones from sweeping him away into their activities. You didn’t mind Kae hugging onto you, though, since you knew he was one of the best sleepers. Nari was the one who usually had nightmares these days.

Kae really didn’t like trick-or-treating though, and while you were surprised, the others weren’t. Even those living in the Sanctuary seemed to know that Nari and Minsu would be trick-or-treating for their shy brother.

“No Ava tonight?” You asked Namjoon while he stood back with you at one of the houses, looking pretty tired.

“She’s not feeling well.” He took Kae since you were starting to struggle.

Six year olds aren’t nearly as light as five year olds, especially since you were pretty sure Kaemon and Minsu had each grown another two inches since the spring. They were skinny as rails, but they had definitely grown.

Nari hadn’t grown as much.

“Hoseok is looking at you a lot,” Namjoon teased.

“He’s incorrigible.”

“You’re smiling.”

“Don’t tell him. He’s very excitable today.”

“When was the last time you two…?”

You checked that Kaemon was actually asleep. “Two months?”

His eyes widened. “Oh.”

“Yeah, and I think it’s actually been longer.”

“And so, obviously, he gets in the mood to do it the one night you guys have other people in the house.”

“Obviously,” You huffed, shaking your head. “If I’d know that dressing like this was all it took for him to remember that we should have a love life, I would have done it long before now.”

Namjoon laughed quietly.

Hoseok came running over, arms wrapping around you with his ears back and tail wiggling back and forth in excitement. “Hi.”

You giggled softly, reaching up and petting his head, which made him cuddle up to you more and his tail wag even more. “Silly fox.”

“Want to take you home,” He muttered, giving your neck a lick.

“Are the kids done trick-or-treating?”

“Please?” Nari said, looking exhausted from Jungkook’s arms. “I’m hungry.”

Minsu nodded, but he was still hopping with every step he took.

“Alright, let’s get back to the car and you can say goodbye to Jungkook and Namjoon, then we’ll go pick up dinner and head to the house.” You gently pushed Hoseok away, pecking his nose so that he knew you weren’t just rejecting him.

He quickly tucked back in, kissing your neck briefly before whispering. “I think that dress would look good while you ride—”

You shoved him that time. “Walk. Car. You. Maybe take of that coat, you seem a little overheated.”

He laughed, but managed to cheer up Nari and Minsu into racing him to the car, with Taehyung and Jungkook following after to make sure none of them were lost.

You shook your head, glancing at Namjoon, who was extremely amused. “Can I blame Emma and Jin?”

“Sounds good to me,” He replied, walking back to the car with you.

Hoseok had somehow re-energized the two kids with him. “Alright, now we gotta say goodbye to Jungkookie, Taehyungie, and Namjoonie.”

Nari’s smile immediately melted into a tearful face and she latched onto Jungkook’s leg. “Nooooo!”

Jungkook quickly dropped to hug her and pepper her face with kisses.

“Can’t they come with us? Please?” Minsu asked, puppy pout on full display.

Taehyung pressed his hands to his heart with a sympathetic sound.

“They can’t, Min-min. They have other plans,” Hoseok said gently, crouching beside the boy and carefully stroking the boy’s head. “I’m sure they’ll be happy to arrange a sleepover with you guys some other time.”

“Yeah! I’ll talk to Eomma!” Jungkook said bright.

Taehyung was nodding as well, hugging Minsu—who had run into his arms the moment he had crouched and opened them for the pup.

You met the gaze of your man, going closer to him. “I think you might have exhausted them too much.”

He pouted a little.

“Now we have hangry babies, we better feed them quick.”

“I’m gonna be hangry for you,” He muttered, still pouting.

You kissed his lips, then pointed toward Kaemon. “Get the sleepy one first. I’ll get Minsu.”

He nodded, taking the child from Namjoon, nuzzling Kae as the boy emitted a soft whine of displeasure at being detached from the heat source.

You crouched next to Taehyung and Minsu, rubbing the little boy’s back. “Min-min, you’ll probably see them tomorrow.”

“I want them to play tonight,” Minsu whined.

You kissed his forehead. “I know, Min, but they can’t. We’re gonna go get food, though. Hamburgers and french fries.”

He shifted. “No ‘maters.”

“Okay, we’ll make sure there are no tomatoes on your burger,” You told him gently.

He sighed and looked up at Tae.

“Yoongi-hyung, Eunyeong and I are moving closer really soon, and she’s right, I’ll see you tomorrow and we can play then,” He reassured the little one, then glanced at you. “Hey, do you want me and Kook to pick the kids up?”

“Oh, I don’t—”

“We’ll bring pizza and have lunch with you all, and then you and hobi would have the house all to yourselves.”

You glanced over at your boyfriend who was cooing lovingly at Nari as he buckled her in, the little girl crying because she was tired and wanted her “bunny-oppa”.

Jungkook was looking like he might start crying.

“Joonie?” Kaemon’s voice came out scared. “Namjoonie-hyung?!”

Namjoon hurried to the boy, hearing the distress in his voice.

You nodded. “Yeah, it might be a long night.”

As everything continued to descend into chaos, you met Hoseok’s gaze.

Jungkook tugged on your sleeve, holding Nari again. “Me and Tae can change our plans.”

You nodded. “I think you might need to. Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine, the kids are more important.”

Namjoon managed to shift Kaemon over to clinging to Hoseok, gently telling the other two that he had to go and that he loved them, scenting them, and then walking away looking pained. He would definitely be checking in via phone later.

“We walked here from Jiminies, so we can ride in the back seat, if that’s okay?”

You nodded. “Alright, everyone in. Taehyung and Jungkook are coming to sleepover too.”

Hoseok looked disappointed but resigned to his fate.

It was utter chaos until all five children were tucked into the huge pile of pillows and blankets on the floor in your living room and you and Hoseok finally collapsed in your own bed.

“You knew we’d be too tired, didn’t you?” He groaned softly.

“There was a seventy-five percent chance.”

“How’s your leg?”

“Sore. We’re on the wrong sides.”

“Oh, we are. Okay. I can fix this.” He pushed himself up and crawled over to you pulling you farther over onto the bed. He then got mostly on your other side and flopped, draped over you almost completely. “Glad you suggested everyone put their pajamas on. I don’t think I could take another minute to change.”

You shifted so you could kiss him goodnight. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night, baby. And you’ll make up the last two months to me tomorrow night as well.”

“Two months?” He propped himself up a bit as he thought, then his eyes widened. “Oh man.”

“You’ve been neglecting me, Seok-seok,” You whispered, pecking his lips again.

He made a sound in his throat that you adored, always made you warm and fuzzy. “I think I know how to fix that.”

“Tomorrow?”

He nodded, going limp on top of you again. “Tomorrow.”

“I’ll wear the shorter dress that I bought on first,” You promised.

“You are very good to me,” He whispered. “Did you take your medicine.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. As much as I love the triplets, lets try to get everyone out by one. Then we’ll have two whole days to do as we please and you might be sore on Monday.”

“Sounds like a treat.”

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thesummerstorms · 5 years ago

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Rev Recaps Hard Contact (Chapter 16)

After last chapter, I had two glasses of moscato, so we’ll see how this goes.

CW: repeated mentions of rotting animal corpses/smell, characters getting covered in sewage (again), claustrophobia, mind influence

TL;DR Recap: Atin and Darman go through the gdan warrens into Uthan’s facility and discover they’re claustrophobic. Niner blows up the villa to cover the explosives Darman is using to enter the facility, and Majestic bombs some droids from orbit. Etain tries her best to be helpful. The blogger makes fun of both Atin and Dar for their explosives use. Atin and Dar find Uthan.

Beginning Kal Count: 30 Ending Kal Count: 32

So we’re gonna open up in Darman’s point of view.

I don’t know shit about guns. I live in Texas, but have never held, much less shot one. Does this mean that Atin has his finger on the trigger or is holding it just above it in the little circle thingy?

Also, Darman, sweetheart. Being the bomb factory does not stop you from blowing up. Just saying.

Kal Count is upped to 31, but mainly I just kinda love this quote. If you’ve read Triple Zero, then you may join me in the delicious irony of them wanting black armor this entire mission for disguise purposes only to finally get it right before a mission to Fest. Thus proving Atin’s point above. Anyway Jinart is sniffing echolocating her way along ahead of them, and eventually comes to a stop and points out the entrance to the gdan tunnels. They need to crawl through the warrens in order to capture Uthan inside the facility... so of course this is the moment that Atin and Dar both find out that they’re claustrophobic:

I’m not even claustrophobic, and it sounds miserable to me, to be quite honest. But, on a more... pointed, note. Izzy has already explained much more fluently than me how much this scene means Kal is an absolute shit planner. Because Kal built a home on Mandalore that was supposed to be a safe haven for any clone deserters who wanted to become Mandalorian in True Colors/Order 66... but Kyrimorut was built at least partially underground and partially uses underground tunnels both as exits and as connections.

I’m just saying, as we go through this chapter... we’re gonna see why that might be an issue.But first-

Listen, I may hate Jinart, but this scene makes me laugh pretty much every time. Every time. No inspirational metaphors for Atin, and Jinart is 100% scowling at him.

They continue on through the tunnels, and honestly the details get gross. Not just in the typical “fantasy escape through sewers trope” kind of way, but Darman smells something rotten that reminds him of bodies and Geonosis, so on top of his dizziness from the claustrophobia, he now has nausea, as does Atin. They ask Jinart about it and her first reply misses the point:

Listen, my guy tells me this is some sort of health code violaton, but I know fuck all about plumbing. And no, that is not all they can smell, but Jinart apparently doesn’t notice the smell of decomposition until it’s pointed out to her. Jinart eventually realizes what they’re talking about and assures them that it’s from the gdan’s prey. Darman feels relieved for at least a moment (that stops when he sticks his hands in entrails) but I’d just like to point out that the gdan, while primarily hunting merlies, have tried to eat our human protagonists literally every time they step foot outside. Anyway, Darman puts his hand in entrails, has a flashback of Skirata running next to him in something called the “sickener” which was essentially training in a pit full of nerf entrails, and struggles not to throw up in his sealed helmet. Joyful.

Kal Count is now 32.

Eventually they reach a larger chamber where Dar and Atin start digging out their tunnel to the pipes under the facility and Jinart leaves them to go back to Niner after Dar sends her away. Darman notes that it would only take one or two shots from the rifle to clear, but that would bring the roof AND a bunch of droids on top of them, so he and Atin keep working and sweating like pigs.Once they dig close enough, Darman uses their battering ram to break into the drain, and is promptly covered in a spray of shit from the pipes. This sends both him and Atin into hysterics, because again, they’re both not doing well in the confined space and are exhausted.

“Darman had never even seen the man smile.” And the first time is when Darman is covered in shit from a sewer pipe. Darman comms Niner to tell him they’re almost through, and the scene switches to Niner’s point of view.

Dar explains that they’re stuck at a filter in the pipe that will have to be blown open with explosives because it’s permacreted in. Darman asks for two minutes to set the charge, and Niner worries the entire time. He, Fi, and Etain don’t have anything to do yet, but he’s worried for Dar and Atin.

Niner is literally counting seconds and dealing with anxiety, Fi is calmly waiting with the cannon... and Etain is pacing. This is her nervous habit. Like, I had already headcanoned that, but it’s nice to be confirmed by canon. Even if Niner wants to chastise her for it and can’t.

Man, he’s literally counting the seconds. Etain is the queen of asking well-intentioned but awkward as hell questions, and I’m pretty sure the lack of “ma’am” is the closest Niner is every going to get to saying “fuck you”. I could definitely live without yet another mention of mind influence, but as I say, addressed in Triple Zero... and at least Niner’s not nauseated anymore I guess?

They blow the filter on the facility and the bombs in the villa at the same time to disguise Atin and Darman’s entrance. Droids start coming out of the facility, which is disguised with a barn, to investigate, but Niner orders Fi & the E-Web to wait and tries to dismiss Etain/get her out of the way.

Etain is already not content with her Trandoshan shotgun array blaster or Traviss has forgotten she has it, which isn’t unlikely. She wants the concussion rifle instead (looking at it “longingly” already!), and she wants a job to do.

Niner gives Fi the go ahead, so he opens up with the E-Web (which again a literal, actual cannon) and starts firing, with Niner assisting via grenades. The entire time, they’re being rained on with “hot, metal shrapnel”. But the droids stop advancing. so then Niner asks Majestic to bomb them from orbit if the droids start headed towards them from another direction.

Other than Fi’s comment, I’m not particularly sure why Niner expects Etain to be “in distress”. Or how he missed the fact that he was almost decapitated by shrapnel until Etain deflected it. Ngl it took me several readings of this scene to even parse the exact sequence of events. BUT it is nice for Etain to finally, actually get to be useful to Niner and Fi and do Jedi things without everyone including her beating her up about her weakness.

The scene cuts back to Niner & Dar, who have successfully made it in to Uthan’s facility:

Apparently if you leave Darman and Atin alone together without Niner or some other regulating force, you just get unending sass.

Dar has no idea what’s dangerous and what isn’t, so they decide to just explode everything, to be on the safe side. They make it through the inner chamber and are approaching the front of the complex, but haven’t seen anything yet. Majestic is bombing things outside. Dar is literally sticking high-burning explosives to everything he can.

“Disappointingly small” Darman please.

Darman. Why are you opening the potential virus box, Darman.

You can’t set in NEXT to the potential virus box? Like the box is somehow gonna withstand that charge?

Yes, Atin, the fridge door is going to withstand the military grade explosives.

Anyway, Atin uses a mini emp to partially unseal a containment door, which is useful and also will later screw them over. It raises just enough for Dar to wedge something under it and the two of them the muscle it open, and then they start the “house clearing” portion of the op, headed into the part of the facility that’s actually inhabited. Droids and Separatists pin them down, so they comm to Fi & Niner. Then things get worse as they’re pinned in place by bulkheads.

So things are not looking great. They’re trapped by bulkheads, surrounded by Seps on the other side of those bulk heads, they no longer have access to their explosives.

Except.

I had to google what “half look different” meant. Like, I was pretty sure it meant “really” but I had to use google to confirm. Provided the British don’t also use a different connotation of “amazing” when using it in slang though... Atin likes Uthan’s hair?

Anyway, they found the mad scientist trying to kill them, and she’s armed and trapped in a confined space with them, so we hit a pretty good cliffhanger here, or would’ve if this were an episode and not a chapter.

#Republic Commando #Repcomm #Rev Recaps RepComm #Darman Skirata #Atin Skirata #Jinart #Niner Skirata #Etain Tur-Mukan #Hard Contact

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fuck-customers · 6 years ago

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Finally Kicked out a Jackass… after a little over a year and a half of bullshit

I’m still mad about him asking me to “just leave” almost 12 hours later and asking if “he apologized can we just put it all behind us”

So I work at an 11 of 7 as the main overnight. I’m not a very tall or intimidating lady and customers think they can push me around. One old asshole finally got what has been coming to him for a while.

Finally snapped at a rude ass older man and kicked him out. He’s been giving me shit for over a year and I have No Idea what I did to make him have a grudge or whatever. Last night (new Years Eve 12/31) he came in and wanted his regular beer. All the doors that have beer behind them are locked to prevent beer runs. We have signs on all the beer doors that clearly read “please see cashier”

I was busy stocking while my coworker was on register. He tried to get me to go get his beer for him instead of going less that 5 feet to the register. I tried telling him. I’m stocking. You need to go see the CASHIER for your beer, not me. Instead of listening, he starts yelling across our tiny little store “EXCUSE ME MA’AM CAN YOU COME GET MY BEER” coworker tried ignoring him to make him come up front but he just. Kept. Yelling. For her. So she comes back and starts Dealing with him and I head up front to stay on register incase someone else comes.

As she’s grabbing his beer he comes up to my register and asks, “can you do me a favor? Can you just….. fucking leave?” After dealing with all the bullshit “you need to be fired,” “stupid bitch” if we happened to be out of stock of something he normally buys (like it’s personally MY FAULT we don’t have it), talking over and down to me as I try to explain why I can’t sell him Beer right now or why he can’t stack those specific coupons with promotional cigarettes (ITS ON THE LABEL I KNOW YOU CAN R E A D) why that thing isn’t in stock (it’s seasonal, it’s a holiday, our delivery got delayed, etc.) and all the dirty fucking looks. For over a goddamn year. That was the straw that broke the camels back. I told him to leave. Outright told him that no you’re not buying anything today and if you don’t leave I will call the cops to make you leave. Coworker came up behind the registers with his beer to me telling this guy to leave, listening to him try to play dumb as to “what he could have possibly done or said wrong” and sets the beer on the back counter. As out of reach as possible.

He tries pleading with her to sell him the beer anyway. She politely told him no, my coworker asked you to leave. That’s that and you need to leave. “Well if I apologize to you, can we put all this behind us and I can buy my beer?” Even my coworker thought he was stupid for that. Like EXCUSE ME? Fuck. No. Get out and don’t fucking come back. I made a note for my manager as to what happened, told him about it in person when he ended up coming in in the morning (one of the morning shift called in) and all that if he comes in to complain. But if that old bastard comes back guess what? We’re a private property. You don’t leave? Have fun with the city police deparmtent Making you leave or arresting you for trespassing. And believe me. Those fuckers get here Fast.

Still have no idea what caused his grudge or whatever problem he had with me but honestly I’m still mad about him asking me to “just leave” almost 12 hours later and asking if “he apologized can we just put it all behind us” like that was going to wipe away the god damn anxiety attacks he’s put me through from the stress of dealing with him because ITS ALWAYS A FUCKING ARGUEMENT, NO HE ALWAYS HAS TO BE RIGHT. I’m fucking Tired

Ultimately, I know my manager has my back on this and so do most of my coworkers. On a good end note I found out that morning from my manager that 2 of our lazy, goodfornothing coworkers were finally FINALLY fired.

#retail law #retail justice #trigger warning #fuck customers #fuck retail #submissions #cashier problems #tw #happy ending #kinda #submission

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thequeenoffish · 6 years ago

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Moulded into a Proper Omega

Warning: Rape/ Non Con - (Non-explicit Sexual Assult)

Summary:

Tony Stark, is an omega, as such his life is controlled by the alphas that own him, and even past his death, Howard Stark is determined to control his son. At 21 if he is unmated he must attend 'The Primrose Omega Finishing School’ till he finds a mate. At 21 he finds himself sans mate or way out and has to go. He regrets not picking an alpha after less than a week.

At 31 Tony is still there, still without an alpha, now practically unwantable, just how he wants it, at 35 they will let him go. But then one Alpha comes to find an omega, 18-year-old Peter Parker. Perhaps there is an alternative too waiting four years more.

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Tony wants to cry. He looks up at the 18th-century mansion and hates his life. He’d spent four years trying to find a loophole, four years trying to find an alternative, and he’d come up empty-handed. He had found no legal loopholes, and he’d found no alpha who he was willing to mate with, he has no choice but to submit to the guidelines in his father’s will. His Father’s will had been clear, if his omega son Tony had no alpha mate by age 21 he was to attend the best finishing school for omegas in the country till he had a mate. Only once he had a mate could he inherit the company. So Tony stands in front of the doors having just got out of the taxi, he looks at the building that contains ‘The Primrose Omega Finishing School’, and thinks that from the outside it doesn’t look so bad. The first week is terrible. The staff had known he’d be a ‘problem’ case and so as soon as he arrived they’d set about breaking his will. As soon as he had he knocked on the door and it opened, they sprung into motion. His bags are taken from him, and he is ushered in to see the headmaster, who sits him down and reads his last school report and testimonials from his college professors about his personality. Despite their scathing comments, this barely affects Tony, nor does the alphas rant about how they will ‘fix’ him into a ‘proper omega’.

Tony will not allow them to change him, his father can force him here, even after death, but he will not submit to societies expectations, especially not the schools even more traditional ones. The headmaster tells him he is being taken to have a bath to wash away ‘the sins of the world’. Tony’s eyes roll so far back in his head he almost goes blind. The staff insist on helping him bath, scrubbing him and touching him, he doesn’t enjoy it, he especially doesn’t enjoy them attempting to wash his genitals for him. He slaps their hands away, “Don’t fucking touch me there, I can do it myself,” he hisses. The servants glare, and no doubt he’ll be told off but he doesn’t care. The insist on helping Tony dry too, he hates how they are trying to infantilise him. The staff give him a robe and lead him to his room, they explain that he has two hours of free time until dinner, and then leave him. After a minute he realises his bags aren’t in the room, he goes to the wardrobe and find it full of only lacy nightwear and lingerie, his eyes widen and he searches for his bags but they aren’t anywhere. He attempts to open the door and finds it locked, he bangs on it demanding to be let out but there is no response. He wants to cry again. He squares his shoulders, this is what they want. He can just stay in the robe, he doesn’t care. They have given him any of his personal items either, but he does not care about that, there is drawing pads for art and pencils and rulers. Tony sits are starts improving the design of his SI gun prototype. Screw them, all he needs is his mind and something to draw with. Two hours later four staff enter and scold him for not dressing. “I want my clothes,” he demands, looking at them coldly. One of the betas sighs softly, “They are practically alpha clothes, you will not be getting them back, and to ensure you remember your designation, you will be just wearing what is in that wardrobe for the foreseeable future,” she tells him sharply. Tony’s eyes flash, “I’d rather be naked,” he growls. The beta’s ignore him and go to the wardrobe, discussing what he should wear and ignoring him. “Take of your robe,” one orders, “It will be easier to decide if we can see your body shape,” they must be crazy if they think Tony would comply with that. He keeps it on. The woman in the middle sighs, and gestures with a hand, the other three descend on Tony and roughly grab him and force the robe off. He fights back and tries to get out of their grasp as they hold him between them for inspection. The woman looks him over like he’s livestock before picking out baby pink baby doll whose top is almost completely sheer. Tony hates pink, but luckily doesn’t give a fuck about who sees his nipples. “Now Tony, will you be good and put this on, or do we have to,” Tony glares and considers his options. He doesn’t want them touching him. “I will,” he snaps. They let him go and stare as he dresses. Once he is the lead woman inspects him and tugs at it to have it all laying ‘right’. Tony thinks that he should have run away rather than deal with this. After she is done she gives him pink heeled slippers. They are very low heels so Tony has no problem walking in them. “Now dinner with everyone else,” she announces. Tony looks at her like she's stupid, “I am not going to dinner like this,” “Yes you are, now, do we need to carry you like a little boy?” Tony goes under his own power. He even goes up onto the stage and tolerates how the headteacher introduces him as a, “Disobedient omega you all must set a good example for”. He eats in silence and does not engage with the other omegas around him. He just wishes he was anywhere else. In bed that evening he stares up at the ceiling and in a quiet act of rebellion fingers himself to climax. The pleasure is good and he falls asleep feeling better. The next morning an alpha is the first person to enter his room and it freaks him out, throwing him off balance when he opens his eyes are there is an alpha stands in his bedroom sniffing. The man’s eyes narrow and he yanks the covers off Tony who shrieks, “He touched himself,” the man announces to the betas in the room. Tony snatches back the sheet to cover himself. “So what?” he snaps. The man laughs, “That’s not allowed here omega, you are in a lot of trouble,” he taunts. He looks at Tony at then says, “One week with no hands, full baths every day, with spreader bars if they are needed,” he orders. Tony has no idea what the man means but he feels intense dread. The betas force him into leather gloves that completely take away any use his hands have, he struggles and fights as they put them on and as they drag him to the bathroom, his own private one this time. They bath him again, locking the gloves to points on the bathtub itself. He hates it even more than before, once again they attempt to touch him between his legs and he kicks them. Two more betas are called in and they grab his legs cuffing them to a bar which is extended spreading his legs, they attach this to the bath and he is helpless to do anything but scream as and shout as they wash between his legs, taking their time as they calmly remind him that good omegas do not touch themselves here, ever.

After they dress him in the stupid underwear and make him go down to breakfast. He’s been crying, and everyone can tell. They can probably tell why he has got the gloves on. One of the staff go to feed him, and he refused to eat, the beta sighs and leaves him to sit in silence. Breakfasts ends and classes start. Someone shows Tony to his first class. He sits in the back and pays 10% attention while in his head he draws the idea he had for a new plane wing, “Omega Stark!” Tony blinks, and looks up at the stern woman at the front of the classroom, “What piece of equipment is needed for finishing garments?” she snaps. Tony realises she is testing to see if he was paying attention, he rewinds what she said in his mind and, “An interlocker Ma’am,” he responds. She gives him a long look before saying, “Good,” She is clearly annoyed that she hasn’t caught him out. Throughout the day several teachers try this, none of them catch him out. Each time he easily remembers what they had been saying. After class, they are allowed back to their rooms, study, or socialise. Tony goes to the reception desk, there is a young beta woman working it, he smiles charmingly, hands hidden behind his back as he says, “Excuse me Miss, but I was wondering if you could tell me where my bag has been put, I never received it in my room yesterday,” he says smiling winningly. She smiles back, “I’m sorry omega, but if you didn’t get your bag, it has been decided that you can’t have it,” she answers a tad apologetically, Tony decides to try to use his omega charms to his advantage. It is easy to let his eyes fill with tears when he is actually already upset. “Please Miss, the photo of my mother is in there, this is place is so strange and scary, and I miss her more than ever,” he says voice trembling. The woman blinks sympathy filling her face, “Visiting day is in a few days, don’t worry omega,” she soothes. Tony lets out a sob, “She’s dead Miss, she can’t come,” he sniffs. The woman looks taken aback, “I, omega, I’ll see what can be done if you tell me your name,” she says a little panicked, probably not wanting to be seen making an omega cry. He sniffs and smiles at her a little, “Tony Stark, thank you so much Miss,” he says smiling. She smiles back, “Go do something to take your mind off it,” he nods. Later he does get a visitor, it is the alpha from this morning. Tony glares at him as soon as he enters, the man smiles, “I didn’t introduce myself earlier Omega, I am the alpha assigned to your care, you may address me as Alpha Hammer,” he says. The name is so ridiculous Tony snickers, the alpha's face darkens. “Now I am here to discipline you for your offence this morning, touching yourself is absolutely banned here, even in the bath you are not to touch yourself, you belong to your alpha, clear?” he asks. Tony shrugs casually, “I’ve been fucked before, knotted, and I have been touching myself since I was 13, so I think my cunt belongs to me, okay? Alpha Hammer,” he says stretching the man's name out mockingly. The Alpha’s eyes flash, and he strides over to Tony, “So you are a slut omega? Don’t worry, before you meet your future alpha we will have beaten that out of you, hopefully, we can work you into something that despite your loose cunt you will be sweet enough and rich enough to attract someone,” the man sneers as he yanks him over to a chair. Hammer bends Tony across his lap, Tony yells and struggles as the man pins him and the hand comes down with a resounding crack. Hammer spanks him till his ass is on fire and he is crying. He leaves him in a crumpled mess on the floor. As he leaves he says, “Don’t try and use those charms of your on the receptionist again Omega, you will get your suitcase when I say so and not before,” Tony hates this. Hates himself. He cries himself to sleep.

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Three months of the hell that is Primrose Finishing fucking School. Tony hates it. He hates the lingerie and lack of real clothes. He hates the classes and the way at every turn they try and make him believe that he is below alphas. He hates not being allowed to touch himself, having no choice over his own body. He isn’t even allowed to decide where and if he shaves, it’s chosen for him, and they make him smooth all over, he hates it. Now three months of not touching himself and his cycle are driving him up the wall. Tony takes heat suppressants, however despite this, his body still has a strong natural rhythm, and in the periods where he should have heats, he becomes very horny. This has never been a problem before, touching himself once or twice a day makes him feel so much better. But now he isn’t allowed anything. He makes it two days before touching himself after waking up from a wet dream. His ‘care’ alpha Hammer smells it of course and he is put in leather gloves and later spanked till he can’t sit. But he doesn’t even make it a day before he tries to get off despite them. He should be baking for alpha guests when a staff member comes him and finds himself grinding against the arm of a chair, desperate and panting. Hammer arrives and growls when he hears the smell, he talks in low voices to the other staff, and then grabs Tony’s arm, yanking him up and out of his bedroom. “Ow!” Tony exclaims, “Alpha Hammer you are hurting me!” he exclaims trying to pull free. Hammer slaps him, and his head snaps back. “Shut up, I am going to show you what happens to bratty, slutty, omegas,” he growls.

Hammer drags Tony outside in front of the school. The staff bring out something, his two suitcases, Tony watches with growing dread as they open them. Another staff member brings out, a petrol can? “Look omega, use those ever so smart brains of yours to understand this,” Hammer pauses and puts his lips to Tony’s ear, “If you ever, ever, touch yourself again, I will have them pour petrol over those, and set them on fire,” he says voice low and angry. Fear seizes Tony’s heart. The photo of him and his mother with her writing on the back is there, the book of fairytales she gave him, the sweater she made for him. “No, no please, please you can’t burn them,” he gasps voice panicked and cracked. Hammer squeezes his shoulder. “I think you finally understand omega, that I can burn them, and I will if you ever touch yourself again,” he snaps. “Do you understand?” he demands. Tony nods, feeling like something has been taken from already, “I-I understand Alpha Hammer,” he whispers.

The suitcases are shut and taken away and Tony feels himself cry. He wants his mother, wishes she was here to hold him so badly.

Tony never touches himself again.

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Tony had always thought of himself as a strong person, able to take whatever the world threw at him. But it has been 6 months, he’s tired. Tired of fighting the staff every second of the day, tired of being spanked, tired of being paraded around in lingerie no matter the temperature. He is tired of worrying that one day Hammer will just decide to burn his suitcases and his mother with them. He is tired and he wonders if resistance was ever the way to go. He feels like with every beating they take a piece of him, of the real him. He promised that he wouldn’t change, wouldn’t lose himself, would never submit. But he can’t have all three, he doesn’t think it’s possible. Maybe if he fell into line, externally submitted, but never internally. If he pretended that he had given up and fully submitted, but locked his real self away, he could save himself. So that’s what he does. No more answering back, no resisting during bath time, no insulting his care alpha, no outbursts in class. Submissive and quiet. He hates it so much, but it worth it to just be mostly left alone. Slowly but surely they give him privileges. Proper clothing. The photo of his mother. His books. His drawing things. His suitcases with all his old clothing, he’s even allowed to wear it in the evenings. He then gets a proper drawing table. If he is good, follows the rules, then he is mostly left alone and allowed to do as he wishes. It is so much easier, even if sometimes it makes him want to cry to bow his head.

#starker #tony stark/peter parker #alpha peter parker #omega tony stark #abo #alpha/omega #angsty #my fic #my writing

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mewnimessages · 6 years ago

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Shepherds opening

Julie had made this trip many times before. One thousand, nine hundred, and fourteen miles. Distance from her home in Reno Nevada and her college the University of Illinois. It usually took her four days to complete it, but then there was that time she did it in three. Lots of coffee that trip. The thought made her smile as she watched the vast, empty, cold landscape in front of her fly by. She was just over halfway, not too far from Walcott Wyoming. She wasn’t planning on coming home for Christmas break, but decided at the last minute it would be a nice surprise for her parents. They had put so much into her education and helped her anytime she needed it, she thought the least she could do is be there during the holidays. It was cold today though, according to her overhead console thermometer it was 31 outside. And gray. So gray. She hadn’t checked the weather but wasn’t too worried, her parents had gotten her this car, a used Jeep Grand Cherokee as a graduation present and it was four wheel drive.

Then the snow came. Not too bad at first, but she could tell it was sticking. As the wind blew across the plains, little white fingers began to reach across the road. She was good at lying to herself, that much was for sure. She thought, “It won’t be bad, I’ll get past Walcott and see if I can find a place to stop for the night, head out in the morning.” A few minutes had passed, she glanced up at the temperature, 27. “Damn” she thought, “Its dropping quick.” Now a nice blanket of white had formed across the road, windswept and forming small drifts. She reached up and turned down the radio to a low murmur, too distracting, her knuckles whitened as she gripped the wheel tighter. She kept her eyes straight ahead, wondering if it was going to let up soon, maybe she could drive through it. She had to make it at least to exit 238. She couldn’t remember if there was anything on that exit, but she could get off the interstate see if anyone knew anything about the weather. There always a gas station she laughed. With bad coffee. The wind was blowing so hard she could barely see ahead of her, she reached down and put the Jeep into four wheel drive, just to be safe. She slowed down to about 45, and kept her eyes out. She didn’t like to admit to herself but she was getting very nervous now. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“SHOT DOWNNNNNNNN IN A BLAZE OF GLORYYYY” Screamed her phone. “SHIT!!”, Julie cursed as she reached over for her phone, knocking it into the passenger seat. She reached over, trying to see who would be calling her now, as all her friends in school knew she was going home. The Jeep hurtled along at 45, drifting onto the snow covered break down lane. She grabbed the charger cord and started to reel the phone in. She grabbed it and silenced it, her mom. Of course. She just let it go to voicemail. She looked back up and panicked. As she was drifting off the right side of the road. “SHIT SHIT SHIT” she gritted as she pulled the wheel hard back to the left. The Jeep slid around, she fought the wheel, then let go, hoping it would correct itself. The wheel miraculously came back to center, she gripped it again and slowed down again, now going just 30, she breathed a sigh of relief. “Damn, that could have been bad” she said to no one in particular. She glanced up at the temperature reading again, 17. “Holy hell” she thought, its dropping. It seemed to be snowing harder, she could feel the wind pushing her all over the highway. She wondered though where all the traffic was. She hadn’t passed an east bound car for over an hour, they may have closed the highway. If they closed it eastbound, then they must have closed it west. Probably back at Laramie.

About 5 minutes later, she noticed it. At first she thought her mind was playing tricks on her. But it was really there, a car. Or truck. The headlights were rather dim, but there was still a gray glow in the sky so she really couldn’t tell. Looked to be about half a mile behind her, as it would disappear over the crest of the rolling hills out here. And the apex of the long sweeping curves. The wind was far worse than it had been, but now she felt a little better. At least she wasn’t the ONLY one out in this mess. And if the worse happened, at least there was another human being there. Another person. That alone relieved her. She felt more at ease, and bumped her speed up to a blistering 45. Well, blistering for her anyway. She glanced back up at the temperature again, 08. She had NEVER seen cold like that. She noticed her feet were getting cold, even though she had the heat on full blast and the defroster. She notice ice had started forming on her side windows. Never thought it would be that cold coming through here. She had seen snow, and cold temperatures in Reno, but nothing like this. Even when she came through here last winter, it was in the 20’s.

She glanced in the rearview mirror. The car had gotten much closer, maybe a hundred yards away. It was getting darker, and she could tell the lights were much dimmer than they should be. And its big. Must be a truck she thought. Or maybe a van. Round headlights too she thought. Must be old. She just kept heading up the interstate. She hadn’t seen a mile marker post for a while, but with the snow, wind, and her laser like attention to the road in front of her since the little spin she hadn’t really been looking. “ This is taking forever” she thought, I should be at the next exit by now. She started getting nervous again, thinking maybe she missed it.

Impossible she thought. I wouldn’t have missed an entire exit. She was starting to regret her visitor now. The van was closer. Real close. Actually much too close. “Back the fuck off asshole” she said again, this time to the van behind her. She was worried that he would hit her if she messed up again. And that’s all she needs, a wrecked car in the middle of a blizzard miles from help with limited cell service. She glanced down at her phone, the red light shined back at her. No service. Great. She looked ahead, and saw a ramp, not 20 yards ahead. Shit, almost missed it. She guided her suv up the onramp. Then she noticed it wasn’t the exit. It was a rest area. Of course. She thought well at least I’ll get Mr. Follow too Close off my ass. She glanced up at the mirror. No. Oh, no. No fucking way. The van was still behind her. “Don’t panic” she thought, maybe he is just pulling off to wait out the storm, or take a piss. Who knows. She pulled into one of the parking spaces to the left, and put the Jeep in park. As she sat there idling she noticed the van pull up behind her. And stop. Blocking her in. Not good. Not good. Not good. The van sat there, it was loud, she could here it over the wind. It didn’t sound powerful, just badly taken care of. She could see it well out of the side view mirror. The dim light of the rest area lights lit up the van well. It was defiantly black. And beat. Looked old, 60’s maybe? . It was a panel van, a work van of some sort she noted, no windows on the side. It looked rough. She heard a loud creak, and saw the van rock. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw the door of the van swing shut. She could see a scripted writing on the door, in chrome. E….E something. She sat there, scared. Not sure what to do, then she noticed the man walking up her drivers side. He was wearing an old and torn heavy coat, boots, and a wide brimmed hat he was having to hold on with one of his hands against the win.

He stopped at her window. She looked at her phone, pretending not to notice him. He reached out with his hand and rapped on the window with his knuckles. No gloves. His hands must be frozen. She looked up and gave a nervous smile. She put down the phone, making sure he could see she had one, and rolled down the window about two inches. “Hello” she said, “Can I help you sir?” As he looked at her his expression did not change, he looked beaten. Like a man who went to work everyday and hated his job, then went home and hated his life. “Hey, I’m sorry, but I need you to come with me, something has happened.” the stranger said against the wind. She looked at him and let out a nervous laugh. “I’m sorry, do I know you?” she asked, trying not to show how terrified she was. “No, ma’am but you must come with me, I’m sorry but I cannot let you proceed any further. There was an accident.” “Um, unless you’re the police, I’m not getting out of my car, so if you don’t mind please move your van so I can get out, please?” Now she was completely about to lose it. “ Julie, you have to come with me. You will die if you don’t, I promise you, I hate doing this, but its your only chance, you must trust me.”. She looked at him, her eyes wide. “ How the fuck do you know my name, who the hell are you?!!?” She screamed at him. “Please, just come with me Julie, its cold out here and I’m not going to physically force you. I hate that. Just please, come with me.”

Julie was freaked out. She didn’t know what to do but she sure as hell wasn’t getting in the official rapist van of the Midwest. She rolled back up her window with out a word. She looked in front of her, didn’t look to bad, but what if she got stuck, no way she could get her self out before he got to her. The stranger stood there shaking his head. “Every damned time” he thought and started walking back to his van. She saw him turn his back and start back to his van. This is it, she thought. Now or never. Victim or victor. She put the Jeep in reverse and floored it. The stranger didn’t even flinch as the suv came within inches of him. The Jeep plowed into the front fender and door of the van pushing it to the side, she threw it back in drive and took off for the onramp. “YES” she screamed to herself. “GO BACK TO FUCKING GOATS ASSHOLE!!” She screamed even thought she knew he couldn’t hear her. Exit 238. There will be people at exit 238. And around here there will be people who have guns. He won’t follow she thought. No way he is that dumb. But how did he know my name? Why didn’t he just pull me from the car? She was confused but she knew one thing, no way was she getting in his van on her own free will. That would be suicide. As she pulled back on the highway she looked in her mirror, no sign of him. Excellent she thought. He is probably looking at the damage she did to his van. She hoped she had fucked it up good. What if he knew her parents? What if he was really there to help? Stop. Stop it. Your already trying to rationalize this to yourself, she thought to herself. Just get to the exit, find people, call the law. That’s your goal.

The man stood by his battered van. Its always the same. Always. They never have the faith. Oh well, the chase is on. He stepped up into the van, closed the door, and went after his prey.

Julie was starting to relax, she had done pretty well calming herself down and then it all went to shit. Headlights. Dim. Round. He was back. And catching up fast. She threw caution to the wind and accelerated up to 60 mph through the drifting snow. Looking back at the van which was now less than 50 feet behind her. A momentary lack of attention and she saw the headlights disappear in the rearview mirror. Shit. She was sliding sideways again but she wasn’t getting it back this time. The Jeep slid off the left side of the interstate and slid down the slope of the median backwards. She came to a rest, upright and rattled, staring at the van, now sitting still, the wind blowing the steam of the tailpipe around as it sat there idling. He didn’t get out, he just sat there, staring out the drivers side window as the wind whipped around the van. Waiting, hoping, that she would come and ask him for help, that she would get past her fears. No dice, she stared back, wondering why he didn’t come after her. Why he didn’t get out of the van. This was the perfect opportunity. She sat there for what seemed like days, wondering what to do next, when a voice in her head screamed, floor it, get out of this ditch, your not far from your goal now, you can’t give up. She did just that, the engine of the Jeep roared as it clawed and slid its way up the median and back onto I-80, just feet from the front of the van. The stranger just watched her, and cursed the fact that she was once again on the run.

Back on the road again, headed west she came up over the hill and saw it. Lights! The exit! Finally, civilization. She kept edging up her speed, and once again, the van was gaining. She kept her eyes on the goal, now only 200 yards away, she started heading towards the exit, turning on her turn signal out of habit. As she started heading down ramp, she got loose once again, spun around completely and hit the guardrail on the right side of the ramp backwards. This was bad. Really bad. She felt herself get thrust back into the seat as the back of the jeep crumpled into the rail. The rear window busted, and the Jeep bounced back out into the middle of the ramp. As she came to a stop, she saw the headlights bearing down on her from the interstate. She closed her eyes, gripped the wheel and prepared for impact.

It never came. She felt the cold air drifting in from the broken rear window. The wind rocked the Jeep. She could easily hear the loud, rough idle of the van. Idle? She opened her eyes, the van sat at the top of the exit ramp. She looked at it, no longer scared, but confused. She put the Jeep in park, and waited to see what happened next, even though her mind screamed at her to drive away. The drivers side door of the van opening snapped her out of the trance. She frantically pulled the Jeep into drive and looked again, but he wasn’t coming toward her. The stranger was just standing beside the open door of the van. Staring at her. She started getting angry now. Really angry, she rolled down the window of the Jeep and screamed “ What the hell do you want!!” The stranger, straining to be heard over the wind and blowing snow yelled back “You, to do the right thing, and come with me. I told you, there has been an accident. You must come with me.” She looked at the man, who was only about 30 feet from her and felt less threatened, but she knew he wasn’t going to get her in that van. The stranger spoke again, “You have half an hour, I’ll be right here. After that, I’m leaving.” And the stranger stepped back up into his van and shut the door.

She rolled up the window wondering what the hell the man meant. He still sat there, in his battered van. She put the Jeep in gear, and pulled down the ramp toward the light that had attracted her before. It was a truck stop. Not a chain place, more of a mom and pop type of deal. She limped the injured Jeep into the parking lot and parked 2 spaces from the door. There were no other cars in the lot, but looking through the windows that spanned the entire front of the café area she noticed it had many customers, looked to be at least 30 people in there. Sane people she hoped. She got out of her car, and walked toward the front door, as she pushed it open, she welcomed the warmth and stillness of the air. She walked up to the counter, and yelled to the man behind the counter, “Please help me, I’m being chased!”

The man behind the counter barely looked up, a couple folks nervously laughed. “What the hell is wrong with you people! Call the fucking police, I’m being chased by a lunatic in a van for fucks sake!” The man behind the counter looked up at her, “Hey there, my name is James. Now just calm down, your safe now. But we need to clear some things up for you. Go over and talk to Grayson over there, he will set you straight.” She wanted to run back out the door, run back to her Jeep and see if she could make it to another exit, but she felt the answer was in this diner. Again, her mind told her to get the hell out of there, but she knew in her gut that she need to talk to the man called Grayson. She walked over toward the man that the counter fellow had pointed at. He was a large man, gray hair peaking out from a tattered Purina Feed ball cap. But he looked kind. She walked over to the booth where the man was sitting with a cup of coffee. Only about 4 minutes had passed since her last encounter with the stranger. She didn’t know how much more weird shit she could deal with tonight. But she decided to find out.

Grayson just looked at her for a few moments after she sat down. He looked over at James, “Hey, would you get this young lady a cup of coffee.” She shook her head as to say no, but he looked at her and said “Your gonna want it, how do you take it?” “ Lots of cream, lots of sugar” The old man looked over at James again, “You hear her?” “Yeah” said James. “Ok, miss. While he is getting that, let me clear up this fella in the van for ya. We have all encountered him. Everyone of us. And we all misunderstood his intentions.” She cocked her head slightly to the side “What the hell do you mean misunderstood his intentions? The son of a bitch ran me off the road, he is trying to kill me!” “Miss” said Grayson “Did he once touch you? Did he once force you out of your car, even though he had ample opportunity?” “No.” She said, “But what the hell is he doing out there? He is going to get someone killed. And why havn’t you called the police yet?” “Miss, first off, trust me, he isn’t going to get anyone killed here” he chuckled. “And second, there is no phone here. Look around you for a minute, tell me what you see.” She glanced around, many different people in the restaurant. All different walks of life, two booths down from them was a man in a suit. Behind him, a older couple who must still think it’s the early 70’s based on the way they were dressed. Over on the other side of the counter were several different people, all seemed to be dressed from different decades. 60’s, 70’s, 80’s and 90’s.

“I don’t understand, what’s going on here?” “The man you have been running from is a transporter. He brings souls to where they need to be. Miss, I don’t know what has happened to you, all of us in here do not know what happened to us either, but you are most likely dead. We are in a state of limbo, we cannot leave. I see my old truck out there right now.” He motioned out the window to an empty space. “But I can’t leave here in it. Oh, I can go out, start it up, and head up the exit ramp, but as I reach the top I am suddenly headed back down toward Old Peterson road out there. There is no where I can go to leave here. Now, its not too bad here, its warm inside while it’s a snowy, windy, mess out there, not bad at all.” He continued “But honestly, I would almost rather be judge and sent into damnation than stay here. We have no sense of time really, I don’t remember if I have eaten, or if I have slept. I don’t even remember if I have gotten up to take a piss. My coffee cup is always at the same level. I have no idea if I had this conversation with you already 50 times. The only way we can even remotely have an idea about the time we have spent here is when a new guest arrives. Would you mind telling me what year it is?” She sat there, stunned. Not sure of what to make of this. “Um, its ah, its 2009.” The old mans face dropped. He couldn’t believe it. Last customer they had was back in 1992. He looked her right in the eye “Miss, I have been here since the summer of 64, at least as far as I can remember. Well, I guess you can pick yourself out a booth, there is some nice folks in here, you will enjoy all their stories, but after a while you will start to forget if they are yours or theirs” She looked at him, almost ready to cry. It had been 18 minutes. “The man” she said. “The man said he would wait half an hour. What did that mean?” The old mans eyes lit up. “That means you still have a chance! Go, go now. Get in his van. Trust me, no matter what fate he has for you, its better than the one your choosing now. Please, no one has ever said he would wait. You must catch him before its too late.”

She didn’t know what to do, what to say. The man looked at her “Go! Goddammit, get out of here! NOW!” She got up, almost falling, ran past James holing her coffee, pushed open the door to the café, and ran to her now battered Jeep. Start she thought. Start for the love of God start. The Jeep roared to life, she put it in reverse and slung the Jeep around toward the exit. James looked over to Grayson, “Do you think she will make it?” “I sure as hell hope so, I would like someone to beat this shitty cosmic game.” The folks inside the diner went back to the polite conversation, as they had been doing for decades. As she pulled back out on the road she pulled up to the exit and headed up the wrong way to I80 West. Two headlights stared back at her, he was still there. She never thought she would be happy about that. 27 minutes. She pulled up to the front of the van and slid to a stop. As she got out, the vans driver side door opened, once again. The stranger stepped out. “You coming or not?” he said. “I don’t have a choice do I.” She replied. “Sure you do, that’s what it’s all about. Choices.” “ I’m coming.” she replied.

She walked over to the passenger side of the van, reached for the handle and opened the door. She noticed the script on the door again, Econoline. Huh, she thought. Wondered what that said. One mystery down. She got into the passenger side of the van as the stranger was closing his door. She reached over to pull her door shut, and noticed two threaded shafts where the window crank and door handle use to be and hesitated, she looked over at the man again. He just looked over at her and said “Sometimes people decide to leave after they have made the commitment to come with me. Its just insurance.” She looked back at the door, knowing once she closed it, short of breaking the window, only he could open it. She sighed, reached out and closed the door. The stranger put the van in gear, and slowly swung the van around, heading east in the west bound lane.

“So, what’s the deal? Am I dead? Are you, like, an angel?” Julie asked breaking the silence. The stranger replied “Your not dead, not yet. And no, I’m not an angel. I simply have a job to do. I have a debt to pay. Some people don’t get the second chance I have been afforded, so I do my job.” She stared at him, though it didn’t seem to bother him. She thought for a second, well, he is probably use to it. “So, um, do you have a name?” He replied, “Frank, Frank Patterson.” Short and to the point she thought. “So,” She continued, “How does all this work. And what accident are you talking about? I don’t remember any accidents.” He looked over at her, first time since he started driving, “You didn’t regain control the first time you lost it on the interstate. You actually rolled your car over. A plow driver came upon you a few minutes after, in fact the EMS has just arrived. You have a pulse. But your fading. You injured your head pretty badly. I am trying to get you back, because your time is not scheduled to be up. But I don’t know if we will make it.” She just sat there, not sure what to feel, what to think. It was all so surreal. “The people at the café, do you” He cut her off. “Never been there, I’m not allowed down that ramp. Those are people I couldn’t help. People I failed. You see, there are places like that all over the world. Places where lost souls gather, they are not necessarily bad people, but they are not going to make it any further. That is their eternity.” She mulled it over, trying to think of questions to ask, but drawing a blank. She looked behind her and noticed the back of the van was blocked off by a large piece of wood painted black. She didn’t know what to say, she asked “So, what’s with the wood?” This caught the stranger off guard, he looked over at her, kinda confused. “Well, honestly, its easier to heat the van without having to heat the entire cargo area.” He continued, “That’s the first time anyone has asked me about that since 1964.” For the first time, she saw a small smile form upon the strangers face.

“So, how many have there been, you know, before me?” He didn’t answer, he just kept staring ahead. She pushed on, “Will I remember any of this if I, um, survive?” “Miss” he said, “I am trying my best to save your life, I already saved your soul, so technically, I did my job. All these questions are breaking my concentration.” She looked over at him, “Well I am so sorry but I’m just caught a little off guard here buddy, I was just on my” She stopped, it finally sunk in. She may never see her parents again, her friends, anyone she knows. She tried to hide it but tears started running down her face. He looked over at her, “Oh, come on. Don’t start that. Jesus. Maybe if you hadn’t kept running you wouldn’t be in a race for your life right now.” “ Don’t give me that SHIT!” She yelled at him. “Who in their right mind would get into a van with the way you were acting. Being all cryptic and shit asshole. Where do you get off trying to blame ME for this!” She was breathing hard. She was pissed. He kept looking ahead “Excuse me miss, but I’m not the one who wrecked her Jeep am I. Look, if you survive this, you may have some memory of what occurred. Are you going to tell everyone what happened? About all of this? What would be stranger, me asking you to come with me because there was an accident or me telling you that , oh, I’m sorry, but your hanging in the balance of life and death and since I’m playin the Grim Reaper today how bout you come with me and we will get this all sorted out.” He got agitated. “ Look, this isn’t an easy job, I am not allowed to touch you, I am not allowed to convince you, I have to get you from where your going back to where you need to be. It’s a shitty job but its what I have to do. I don’t like it, but I don’t have a choice, YOU DO! So please lady, cut me some slack. I didn’t have to give you any extra time when we got to the exit, but I figured I would be nice and see if we can let you enjoy your life. You want to go back? Fine. I’ll turn it around right now.” She sat there stunned. “I’m sorry, its, its just been so much to deal with all at one time ya know.” “I know,” The man replied. “Just trust me ok, its all about faith. So please, just trust me.” She sat there for a couple minutes. They rode in silence. “The wood, its not just to keep it warm in here is it?” He looked over at her, “No. It isn’t.” “Then why..” “Some people do bad things in life. I cannot allow them to make it to the exit. They MUST be judge. So those people, those people I CAN force.” She nodded. They rode in silence again.

She saw the lights first. The red, and amber flashing lights up ahead. Looked like spastic Christmas lights. Then she saw her Jeep. A mangled mess of metal, the paramedics were just now lifting someone up on the stretcher. Her. She looked over at him, “Can, can they see us?” “No” He replied. “No, they can’t. I’ll pull you up close, you can return to your body by simply laying down on it. I wish you the best of luck, and a long life. She just sat there, the man pulled up about twenty feet from the ambulance, stopped the van and got out. She started to feel sick. It was so twisted to know that you might die, in just a few moments. She was startled when the man opened her door. He looked over at her, “You ready? There is a bit of a time limit.” “Yeah, I’m ready.” She said. She stepped out of the van, and started walking over to her, body. It felt weird. She say them working on her, struggling to keep her body alive. She turned back, the man was still standing next to her open door. “Hey! One more question.” “WHAT!” he yelled back, against the snow and wind. “What’s with the van?”. For the second time that night, and in a long time, he smiled a little bit. “Company car.” And with that, he, and the van, faded into the blowing snow.

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