#like sure i can go around and talk to people and investigate and stuff but the broader picture... nebulous nebulous nebulous

[theophagie]

Curiosity goaded me into blindly giving disco elysium a try and unfortunately I am possibly the worst match on earth for these kinds of games and the way information is delivered within them

[lazycats-stuff]

Could you do "baby bat" where a killer tried to kill Bruce Wayne's youngest son when I saw that all the media and the family loved him but Titus was sleeping in his room and saw him and bit him to save the baby

Sure can. Oh Titus the good boy is coming to save the little baby.

Summary: Titus is a good boy who loves (Y/N). And is very protective.

Warnings: Breaking in, Titus protecting (Y/N), so there will be aggression from Titus, but in defense of (Y/N), everyone is protective

Bruce gently cradled (Y/N) in his arms, trying to soothe him so that he could go to sleep. (Y/N) was an easy baby and when fed he would be docile and just sleepy as hell. Bruce loved that about his boy. (Y/N) was the youngest one out of all the siblings and Bruce was taking care of him since his mother passed away.

Everyone stepped up to take care of (Y/N). Dick loved nothing more than to soothe (Y/N) to sleep. It was his favorite thing in the whole wide world. And feeding him was great too. Dick just loved his baby brother too much.

Jason would jump in too, he would simply talk to (Y/N) about stuff or simply played with his stuffed animals. Seeing (Y/N) giggle and move around excitedly. Jason more often than not fed him whenever necessary, since he wanted to be closer to his brother.

Tim, despite loving his brother to bits, was more often than not afraid to hold (Y/N). So, Tim showed love in another way. By buying baby things, such as toys, clothes and other necessities and making sure that the security system in place is at the top of its game.

And Damian?

He loved (Y/N) a lot, considering the fact that he was a baby and the fact that (Y/N) made Damian feel protective beyond belief, since he is the weakest one out of the family. And he also allowed Titus to spend time with the baby, under supervision of course. And Titus was a gentle giant when it came to (Y/N).

Despite his tail wagging all around whenever he was around (Y/N), he was always gentle with him, gently licking his hands and sniffing him. It must be the baby smell that everyone likes. He would often follow (Y/N) around and whoever was holding him. Whenever (Y/N) cried, Titus would drag someone by their sleeves.

And since (Y/N) came, at least one person was home and not on patrol, since someone needed to take care of (Y/N). Everyone rotated every day to make sure that (Y/N) was taken care of. It was something they all enjoyed and loved.

And the public went nuts for the youngest Wayne. Bruce made it clear that (Y/N)'s face won't be circulated over the Internet and majority of Gotham agreed. If he was approached by fans, they would ask for photos and make sure that (Y/N)'s face wasn't visible. And then Twitter, known as X, broke. The normally toxic social media app went aww over the stories of meeting Bruce and the little boy.

Of course, no one shared any photos of the boy. There have been attempts, but Bruce shut them down. Alongside his older sons of course. Bruce wasn't afraid to protect his son's privacy. You never know what type of people are lurking around, looking for photos of children. Bruce would be damned if he even gave them ammunition.

Not on his damn watch.

Of course, any enemies of his as Bruce Wayne and not Batman have found a new target within the family. And people with not so good intentions have set their sights on (Y/N). Bruce knew that very well and alongside Tim, made sure that the security system was working.

It was in the middle of the night when Titus woke up. He was sleeping in Damian's room, whoever, Damian was in the Batcave, while Bruce, Dick and Tim were patrolling the streets tonight. Damian and Jason were home to take care of (Y/N). Titus knew that, but there was a scent that he didn't recognize so he got up to investigate.

(Y/N)'s room was not far and the door was open. Titus listened carefully and he heard some noise and off he went to investigate. He knew how (Y/N) sounded, so the noise was weird. He stopped when he saw a man, dressed in all black, with a knife in his hand.

Titus wasted no time.

He ran to the man, biting into the hand that was holding the knife, with all of his might. The man yelled out from pain, waking (Y/N) up who started wailing. Titus was pulling him out of the room and Damian and Jason were running up the hall, with Jason tackling the man and Damian pulling Titus off. Titus did one hell of a job and Damian moved him to the room and took (Y/N) into his arms, trying to soothe him.

" I'm calling GCPD. " Jason punched the man out cold and took his phone out, already dialing 911. Damian gently soothed (Y/N), who after a few minutes calmed down. Damian checked on Titus, whose snout was covered with blood, but otherwise, wasn't harmed. His eyes were trained of (Y/N) and Damian was going to let Titus sniff him as soon as his snout is clean.

" The system went down. They hacked our system. "

Jason sighed at that. That was no small feat. Their house was Pentagon type of secure.

" Tim's going to blow a gasket once he hears that something happened to the system... They must have gotten in when it was rebooted... Bastards... " Jason muttered to himself, crossing his arms. " Is (Y/N) okay? Not hurt? "

" He's fine. Titus saved him... "

Jason nodded, patting Titus' head, telling him he's a good boy for doing it.

" Who's calling Bruce? " Jason asked and Damian sighed as he forgot about them all.

" You are. " Damian said and Jason scoffed as he looked for Bruce's contact in his phone. Yes, they had channels of their comms on their phones, just in case for emergencies.

Jason stepped out to talk to Bruce while Damian turned to his baby brother.

" No one will ever hurt you (Y/N). Titus and the rest of us will make sure of that. Absolutely no one will hurt you. I promise you that. "

Jason stepped back into the room. " They are all on the way, they'll beat GCPD too. So... A plan is in order. "

Once everyone came in and checked on (Y/N), they managed to agree on a story that would convince GCPD. And if Tim and Dick kicked the assassin a few times? GCPD will overlook it. Even the most corrupted police department wouldn't mind if a hitman who tried to kill a baby just died.

But Bruce wanted to know who hired this bastard to kill a literal baby. A baby who can't defend himself. Safe to say, Bruce held his son throughout the talking with the GCPD detectives. Titus was also near Bruce, not wanting to let (Y/N) out of his sights.

" If I were you mister Wayne, I would take the dog to the vet, just in case... " The detective pointed out, clearly seeing the blood on Titus.

" I don't worry about him. He isn't whining or anything and let me tell you, he is one dramatic dog. If his blanket is not the right way on the couch, he gets huffy and whines, " Bruce said and the detective chuckled.

" If you say so mister Wayne... Also, (Y/N) is adorable. Cherish these moments before they turn into toddlers. I can speak from experience. I have 2 boys myself... "

Bruce smiled politely and nodded. Bruce never had that stage with any of his kids, so he didn't know what he was in for.

" A full house? "

" You have no idea. That one will be full of energy, I can see already. And I can promise you, we'll catch the bastard who hired the scumbag. And it's not because of your status. That baby deserves to be safe and sound, " Detective said and Bruce nodded. The two were fathers and a mutual feeling of protection was brewing in both of them.

" Here's my contact info. " The detective tucked to Jason since Bruce's hands were full. " Any questions you might have, feel free to call me, " The detective finished up and Bruce nodded, thanking him.

" No problems mister Wayne. The forensics will stay around for a bit longer to collect the evidence, you know, around the window and the crib. The man is on the way to Gotham general, since the good boy over here did one hell of a job of protecting (Y/N). Once he's patched up, he's going to lock up and await trail, " The detective explained and Bruce nodded, pretending he didn't know anything about how those things went.

" Alright, I need to get going, but anything you might need to ask mister Wayne, please call. "

" Of course, thank you. "

[spiderwcd]

sense | c.b.

pairing: colby brock x medium ! f ! reader

summary: colby meets a new medium for their video, but he didn't expect to have a crush on her 

w.c.: 5.4k

warning(s): talk about paranormal, creepy activity, a lil steamy moment

a/n:  like sleep tight, the hauntings are made up and the story line does not exist. i do want to add that, i suck at writing a lot of like investigative stories so please don’t judge me. also I had requests for this type of story, ironically I was already working on it so hope you guys enjoy it

images from pinterest !

"Is anyone gonna join us?" Colby asked, packing his camera into his bag. 

"Actually, yeah, some girl that Celina referred from the home town," Sam replied. "She's supposed to be a medium." He added. 

The two guys finally we're going to investigate the infamous orphanage that is supposedly haunted by the spirits of the children that died. They had finally done the research and were ready to go investigate. 

"Cool, what's this girl's name?" Colby inquired. 

"Uhm, I think it's y/n?" Sam stopped to think, pulling out his phone. "Yeah, I texted her this morning letting her know we're going to catch a flight there, she's our ride." Sam chuckled, putting away his phone into his pocket. 

Colby let the name sit in his brain for a little, hoping to remember it later. It wasn't long before they were on their flight there. It was quite a while, editing and looking over their notes. 

When they landed, Sam kept searching for her face and Colby totally lost who they were supposed to look for. Sam's eyes soon lit up, recognizing her in the crowd. He waved at her, bringing her attention towards them. 

Colby finally noticed who they looked for, catching a glimpse of her. He felt his body heat up, flustered at her beauty. She was gorgeous, her hair running down her shoulders and her smile radiating through the crowds of people passing, he was surprised he didn't notice her earlier. She'd look like your typical medium, having a great style in all black, wearing an oversized band shirt, black sleeves underneath that hung over her jeans. 

"Hey guys!" Y/n greeted them, hugging Sam then moving over to Colby.

Colby felt his heart flutter and couldn't help but take her scent in, practically intoxicating. As she pulled away from her embrace, Colby couldn't help but feel disappointed. She offered them a smile and a hand with their luggage, but they declined the help. 

They moved their things into her car, ready for the trip over to their hotel. On the way there, she played music that practically matched Colby's taste. He felt as if he found his soulmate then and there. 

Sam kept asking her about herself and getting to know her. 

"So tell me, what type of medium are you?" Sam wondered. "If you don't mind me asking, of course." 

"It's okay, I like answering these, well, it's weird but I sorta have different types of abilities," Y/n began, steering the wheel. "I can let spirits communicate through me, so I'll channel them into my consciousness, letting them talk." She answered. 

"Other abilities? like what?" Colby asked, curious as he leaned forward in his seat.

"Well, I'm sure you have other mediums with my ability to see beyond what you guys can see," Y/n chuckled, amused at their curiosity. "I sort of have a heightened sense and I can see actual spirits walking around and hear whispers." 

"You know, I think you're the only medium we met who can just surrender themselves to let spirits talk through them." Sam chuckled. 

"Oh well I don't do it often, only with spirits I trust." Y/n added. 

As she finished her sentence, they had finally made their way to their hotel. It didn't take long before the three of them were inside the room, talking about random stuff. Colby couldn't help but watch her as she laughed and moved around the room. 

"What's so interesting about Nebraska?" Sam joked, starting a conversation. 

"If i'm being honest," Y/n sighed. "Nothing." She laughed. 

"Oh, that's great," Sam laughed back. "I don't want to get into the video already, but tell me, why is Nebraska so significant with orphanages?" He continued, pulling out his camera and beginning to record. 

"Well, do you guys know about the Orphan Train Movement?" She asked, leaning back on the bed she sat on. 

"No, never really heard of it." Colby replied, shaking his head. 

"Well, Nebraska is like the center of all the railways, so in the 1850's all the way until the 1920's, people would send orphans on the train from like the crowded East Coast cities into the midwest, mostly Nebraska," Y/n explained. "So, we used to have a lot of orphanages just like Haven Orphanage." She continued. 

"Really? that's really interesting." Sam commented, facing the camera towards her. 

"Yeah, again I don't really have much knowledge about it but that's what I know," Y/n corrected. "Hopefully the guide will explain it better." 

Y/n decided it's best if she lets them settle in, letting her also collect herself and prepare for their investigation. she said her goodbyes before leaving. She had to admit, she had a crush on Colby for a while. But she didn't want to feed her delusions and say he felt the same, telling herself he was probably being friendly. 

When she had left, Sam turned over to colby. 

"You so have a crush on her." Sam laughed. 

Colby turned red, covering his face, "Shut up." He muttered. 

"Hey, I just never seen you so quiet around a girl," Sam admitted. "Come on, you gonna make a move?" Sam enticed him.

Colby sighed for a second, looking at his best friend, "I-i don't know, she's only being nice, I don't want to embarrass myself and get rejected." 

"Really? Colby Brock getting rejected? Haven't seen that happen yet." Sam teased. 

Colby rolled his eyes, playfully. "Whatever, let’s just focus on this investigation for now." he averted the subject. 

Sam just gave him a look, as if it wasn't over just yet. He agreed to his friend's idea, pulling out his notes and taking more notes. 

Six o'clock came a lot earlier than they hoped, making their way to the orphanage. As they pulled into the building, they noticed y/n already waiting out front for them. Colby felt his heart beat a bit faster seeing her there. He examined her outfit and her demeanor, admiring her. 

They began making their way up towards the front doors, seeing the guide also there. It didn't take long for y/n to turn around and notice them, putting a smile on her face and her heart to melt a bit seeing colby. 

"What's up guys?" Y/n offered them a smile. "I was just talking to Morgan here about the building." She pointed towards the other woman. 

They greeted their guide, offering a warm greeting. They all introduced themselves, joking and laughing a bit. 

"Well, are you guys ready for the tour?" Morgan asked them. 

"Yeah, for sure lead the way." Sam nodded, following her. 

"Well this building was built in 1863, it was originally an orphanage named Haven Orphanage for Moved or Unwanted children," Morgan started, pointing towards the building. "It's said to be haunted, due to cruel conditions like overcrowding and shortage of supplies. The government didn't really want to pay for any orphanages, unfortunately causing it to be absolute hell for the children and staff." She continued, clasping her hands together. 

"Yeah, off the bat I already feel like some negative energy," Y/n motioned with her hands towards the building. "Like I feel a negative spirit lurking." 

"Yeah, so that you're feeling is Ruby," Morgan clarified. "She was one of the staff, she was very cruel to the children and it's rumored she sold her soul to the devil for the place to keep standing, but unfortunately she passed away from unknown causes." She continued. 

Everyone looked around, widened eyes painted on their faces. 

"Wow, okay so more demons." Sam chuckled.

"Well, it's not all bad energy," Morgan stopped him. "There's a lot of children spirits in here, they're rather playful and kind. But they do like to mess with you so don't get too scared from it." She added. 

"Wait, why am I kinda excited," y/n replied, covering her smile. "I never talked to children's spirits before." She admitted. 

"Well, it'll be a new experience for everyone then." Morgan chuckled, "Shall we start the tour then?" She suggested. 

The group agreed, making their way into the building. Immediately everyone looked around the place, noticing the different decor and admiring the ceilings. 

"So, as you can see, the building has a lot of character to it," Morgan pointed out. "But don't be fooled, there are a lot of dark corners of this building." 

Aas they went deeper into the hallway, they looked around seeing the admission office and different classrooms. 

"This was the classrooms, they would attend school here but the staff wasn't very kind," Morgan began. "A lot of the staff would use punishments that were unorthodox, like paddling which was spanking with a wooden paddle." She added. 

Colby looked over to Sam, "Maybe I should be punished." He whispered, causing y/n and Sam to laugh a bit. 

They soon wandered up the stairs, examining the stained glass on their way up. Y/n smiled as her eyes traveled around the beautiful structure, while Colby couldn’t help but watch her move and how beautiful she was. 

When they made their way up, they noticed the many bedrooms with bunk beds. As y/n began following the guide, she heard a loud metallic thump in one of the rooms. She jumped a bit, surprised by the sound. Unexpectedly, she jumped back into Colby's arms, causing her to become embarrassed. 

Colby's hands were wrapped around her for a moment before y/n, releasing her when she cleared her throat and looked down flustered. “Sorry, that just scared the shit out of me.” She muttered, placing a hand on her chest. 

“That's probably Billy,” Morgan mentioned, pointing towards one of the darkened rooms. “He likes to mess with tourists, he’s a prankster but he’s harmless.” She added. 

Y/n couldn't help but notice a small figure move out of her eyeline, causing her to swing her head towards the room. The guys followed her swift movements, examining the dark room. 

"Did you see something?" Colby asked her, looking back at her. 

Y/n tried focusing her eyes into the darkness, but nothing came up, "Could've sworn I saw something..." She whispered. 

As Sam pointed the camera towards the darkness, he zoomed into the room. "Well we definitely have to come back here for something," he commented. 

As they continued making their way further into the building, Colby couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was beautiful at every angle, he wanted to protect her from anything and everything. Y/n noticed his gaze, being a medium and all, and turned to him. Colby quickly averted his gaze off her, flustered yet again and awkwardly kept walking. 

Y/n blushes as well, trying to rationalize. She cleared her throat as she began making her way towards one of the bedrooms. 

"This was one of the girls' rooms," Morgan explained, pointing towards the different bedsheets of muted pinks and purples. "This doesn't have much activity besides a little girl who likes to sing from time to time, she's a rather sweet ghost." 

"Sam, this one should be your favorite," Colby teases, mentioning the Sallie house. 

Sam laughs, facing his friend, "I think I'm okay without another attachment." 

They all exchanged laughs as they averted their attention towards the sudden faint sounds of footsteps, followed by the rocking chair in the corner slowly creaking as it rocked back and forth. 

They went silent, looking at each other and back at the scene. But the chair just ceases its movements. 

"Okay, what the actual fuck." Colby whispered, covering his mouth in shock. 

Y/n felt a cold touch travel down her arm, as if someone swiped her arm. She looked around, trying to find the source. She felt a faint whisper in her ear, a name. 

"That was the little girl, her name is Beth if you would like to talk to her." Morgan suggested.

Y/n's jaw flew down, realizing what the name was. "You're kidding," she gasped. "I literally heard like a whisper or something with that name." She announced, crossing her arms as she felt the cold begin to engulf her. 

Sam and Colby turned to her, eyes widened in surprise. 

"Oh my god, maybe Beth wants to talk or something?" Sam considered, pointing the camera towards her direction. 

Y/n nodding, agreeing. She had experiences like this, but never this strong. She felt like her body was vibrating and buzzing with the constant movements and voices. 

"Are you okay?" Colby asked, furrowing his brows as he noticed her body shake. 

Y/n nodded slightly, closing her eyes as she took a deep breath. "Yeah just there's so much happening right now, I keep hearing different types of voices and seeing figures around the corner of my eye." She mentioned. 

Colby's eyes washed over with concern, having the need to protect her. "Did you want to take a break or anything?" He asked her, worry coated in his voice. 

Y/n smiled at his empathy, "I'll be okay, just my body is buzzing a bit, but thank you." She breathed out, flustered at his concern. 

Before they knew it, they had made their way to the darkest part of the building. The basement was where supposedly a lot of the children died from cruel punishments, creating a lot of angry spirits. 

"Okay, so before we make our way around," Morgan began, turning back to the group of people. "There is a lot of negative energy here, they will try to hurt you. People always leave here with scratches and even have been pushed off the stairs going to the basement." She warned. 

The group felt tense, nervous about what comes next. When they entered the dimly lit room, they could barely navigate through the dark basement as they stayed close to each other. 

Y/n heard something fall, causing her to jump forward and instinctively grab the person's hand. That person being Colby. She blushed as she realized who it was, clearing her throat and mumbling an apology. 

"It's okay," Colby assured, smiling but she couldn't see it. "You can hold my hand if you want, I'm sorta shitting bricks right now too." He chuckled, stretching out his hand to her. 

She felt her heart skip a beat, hesitantly reaching for his hand. As she grabbed onto his hand, she felt her body rush with electricity. Y/n was glad that the room was too dark to see her flustered face. 

"Alright guys," Morgan sighed, stopping under a lightbulb. "This was where most of the children actually died." She mentioned. 

Y/n felt a wave of sadness coarse through her body, her lip beginning to quiver. Colby looked over to her, seeing the glisten of her tears. 

"Hey, you okay?" He asked her, his brows furrowed with worry. 

"Y-Yeah, I just felt this wave of sadness," she sniffled in response. "like I feel them telling me something so horrible happened to them." She added. 

Colby felt sad to see her cry, wanting to wipe her tears away. Instead he gripped onto her hand firmly, reassuring her. 

Morgan nodded at her comment, "It was actually gruesome," she began. "The kids would be punished here, starved, even beaten. A lot of that resulted in death." 

Everyone in the group frowned, so much remorse for the poor children's lives that were lost. 

"But," Morgan cut in. "Like I mentioned before, there is an adult spirit who haunts here, Ruby. It's rumored she was murdered down here or the other theory was she was pushed out of one of the windows." 

They thought for a moment, feeling a cold chill rush through them causing them to shiver for a bit. 

"Did you guys feel that?" Sam asked, pointing the camera towards them, ignoring their grasp on each other. 

The two nodded, their eyes darting throughout the basement. 

"Man, I don't like the vibe I'm getting here." Y/n whispered, trying to inch closer to Colby. 

Colby agreed, lacing his fingers through hers as he pulled her closer to his body. He felt so protective of her, wanting her to be safe. 

"Yeah, we don't want to be down here for too long," Morgan began making her way back to the exit. "People get seriously hurt here." She added, sternly. 

Y/n's eyes widened, looking up at Colby. He looked back once he noticed her glance and smiled as he guided her towards the exit. 

Once they exited the creepy basement, y/n let go as she thought Colby wouldn't want Sam to see their hold, causing Colby to become disappointed. 

Morgan led the group towards the front of the building, Y/n walking alongside with her as Sam and Colby hung behind them. 

"Dude, I saw you guys down there," Sam smirked, grabbing Colby's attention. "You know, holding hands," He teased. 

Colby rolled his eyes as he flustered at his best friend's teasing, "So what?" He murmured. 

"Admit it, you like her, don't you?" Sam asked, wiggling his brows slightly. 

This only caused Colby to get more embarrassed, looking away from his best friend. 

Sam only chuckled, reaching the doors to the building as they parted ways with Morgan. They thanked her, offering her farewells, and advice. 

As soon as Morgan left, the group looked at each other. Y/n tried to avoid her gaze on Colby, not wanting to seem desperate for his attention. 

"Alright, I think we should use the spirit box," Sam began, rummaging through his bag. "And I have some toys that might interest the kids." Sam added as he pulled out various children's toys and the infamous Alice box. 

"Okay, sounds good." Colby agreed, nodding with the plan. 

Y/n bit her lip, trying to figure out something she heard in the building. She figured it was nothing, brushing it off slightly. They began making their way back towards the doors they just exited, seeing the dark hallways stretch down. 

Y/n froze for a moment, her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. Soon, she started making her way towards the two who had already made it halfway down the hallway as they discussed plans. 

She tried to catch up to them, but stopped when she saw it. She stopped at the intersection of hallways, staring down the much larger hallway. 

Colby looked behind him, seeing y/n stuck in a trance like state. He made his way back to her, nudging her to see what's wrong. 

"Y-You guys don't see it don't you?" She whispered, her eyes glued on the other side of the barren hallway. 

Colby and Sam looked over to where she was staring, unable to locate the problem. 

"No, Y/n we only see the hallway." Colby shook his head, worry creeping into his skin. 

As Sam tried to begin his sentence, Y/n quickly cut him off. 

"Holy fuck, that thing just moved." Y/n whispered, her hands shaking a bit. 

"What? What did you see?" Sam asked, looking around the hallway. 

Y/n turned to the two, her eyes widened slightly. 

"Okay, as I was about to make my way towards you guys," y/n explained. "I stopped because I heard this whisper, almost telling me to come over here kinda. So I look down the hallway and I see this fucking thing, it was like tall and black and clothed with some weird black clothes, it kept staring at me even when you guys came over. Then it grinned and walked away." She elaborated, her voice beginning to shake as she covered her mouth a bit with her shaking hand. 

Sam and Colby look at each other for a moment, worried. 

"Yeah, okay so already a lot of shit is happening." Sam sighed, feeling a pressure build up in his chest. 

Colby nodded, licking his lips as he began to speak, "let's just get this investigation over with so we can leave," he suggested. "Are you okay to keep going?" He asked Y/n, his brows furrowed. 

Y/n nodded her head, exhaling a deep breath out. "Yeah, just that freaked me out but i'm sure it's nothing." She convinced herself. 

With that, the three made their way to one of the bedrooms, trying to contact one of the nicer spirits. 

"Okay guys, so we have the new Alice box," Sam pointed the camera to the machine. "It's like a spirit box, reading through channels and frequencies so the spirits talk through it." He explained. 

Y/n looked around the room a bit, examining the surroundings well. Colby couldn't help but stare at her face, watching as her eyes darted around. Y/n looked over to Colby's glance and Colby smiled a bit, causing her to blush yet again. She's lost track of how many times she caught him doing things that she keeps reading into. Clearly he's being friendly, but really how friendly?

"Okay let's ask some questions for the little girls that stay in this room." Sam began, clasping his hands after he turned on the small device.

"...hello?..." 

A female voice rang throughout the room, the echo bouncing off the walls. Y/n furrowed her brows, pulling out her notebook as she began to scribble words that came up in her mind. 

She stopped at the word, she looked down and thought of it for a moment. She noticed something, a pair of eyes on her notebook. But it wasn't a spirit, just colby snooping. She smiled a bit, turning her notebook over to Colby. 

He looked at her then lined the pieces of paper with the random ink on letters and drawings. As he read the words, suddenly the Alice box answered. 

"...chair..."

Colby's jaw hung open, looking over to Sam and the paper. Y/n's actions mimicking his. 

"Dude," y/n gasped, displaying her notebook to Sam and the camera. "I wrote that not even 2 minutes earlier, Colby saw it too." She explained. 

Sam’s mouth hung open a bit, shocked. "No fucking way." 

But before they could say anything else, the Alice box spoke again. 

"...girl..." 

"I mean, this is the girl's room." Y/n explained. The two guys nodded, still confused what the spirits are trying to say. 

"...man... hallway..." 

Y/n froze, goosebumps running down her body. "Oh my god, it's talking about that thing I saw." She whispered. 

"Do you know the thing that Y/n saw in that hallway?" Colby asked into the open air. 

The Alice box stayed silent for a moment, occasionally spewing random words that didn't make sense. But as they were about to turn it off, it spoke. 

"... can't say..." 

"Can't say? Why can't you say anything?" Y/n asked yet again, scribbling into her notebook. 

"...won't..." "...let us..." 

"He maybe has a hold on them," Sam suggested, rubbing his chin slightly. "It's possible it's a demon." He added. 

"...evil..." 

They looked at each other and didn't say anything for a moment, Y/n turning her notebook over to reveal the word written on the paper. evil. 

Then the rem pod near the door started going off, a chill running down Y/n's back as the room became cold.

"Okay, this is actually so freaky," Sam chuckled a bit, pointing the camera towards the door. "The rem pod went off after Y/n wrote evil AND the Alice box said evil." 

Y/n sat up, ears perking up a bit as she listened carefully to the air. "Okay, I don't know if it's just me, but the room went completely freezing, and I feel something negative in here." She blurted out. 

"Yeah, I feel the cold," Sam agreed. "Could it be that thing you saw earlier?" He inquired. 

Y/n shook her head, "No, that was like paralyzing fear," She noted. "This one.. it's just mad." She whispered out. 

Concern painted on Colby's expression, clearly reading her body language as uncomfortable. 

"Hey, maybe let's end it in this room," Colby proposed. "A lot more places to investigate." 

Sam nodded, reaching for the equipment as he turned it off. Y/n sat up, but quickly recoiled forward. Colby noticed it, confused. 

"You okay?" he asked, helping her stabilize herself. 

Y/n looked around as Colby held onto her arm. "Y-Yeah, just something pushed me," She answered. "like I was standing up, and I felt a shove on my upper back." 

The group quickly exited the room, making their way down to the basement. They were going to explore more of the place, but seeing how y/n kept being targeted clearly for her abilities they weren't comfortable making her go through it. 

The feeling of uneasiness returned, entering the frigid basement. The dim light still remained on, barely illuminating the space around them. 

"Alright guys, we're going to the basement," Sam mentioned into the camera, showing the dark room. "We're going to do the Estes method down here, Colby is going to do it today." he spun the camera towards Colby's direction, zooming into his face. 

"Wow, face of excitement right there." Y/n joked, causing Colby to break his monotone expression to light up with laughter. 

She felt her heart jump, hearing his laughter brightening her spirit up. She could listen to it all day if she could. Colby soon sat on the barren concrete floor, Y/n handing him the blindfold followed with the headphones. His hands brushing up against her, followed by a smirk on his face. 

She cleared her throat, backing away from him. 

"Alright Colby, can you hear us?" Sam asked, testing out the volume. Colby doesn't say anything, listening to the random static coming through the headphones. 

"Okay, whoever dwells in this basement, are you the supposed member of staff that passed away?" Sam questioned, awaiting Colby's answer. 

"Perhaps." Colby replied. 

"So it's a bit sassy." Y/n chuckled a bit followed by Sam's chuckles. 

"Well, is it true you did rituals to keep this place running?" Sam added. 

Colby stayed silent for a moment, trying to listen carefully to the voices ringing through. 

"Force." Colby blurted. "protect," he continued. 

They looked at each other, trying to decipher what was spoken. 

"What did you do to protect this building?" Y/n asked, furrowing her brows. 

"Colby." Colby said. "Crush." 

Sam looked over to y/n and smirked a bit, "I think it's speaking for you." 

Y/n smacked Sam playfully, a blush covering her face. 

"Kissing," Colby furrowed his brow under his mask. "Tree." 

Sam bursted into laughter, nearly dropping to the floor. Y/n covered her face with her hands, embarrassed. Colby, still oblivious to what's happening, is still spewing out words. Sam tapped him, alerting him to pull out of his trance. 

Colby removed his blindfold, followed by the headphones. He noticed Sam's laughter and Y/n's embarrassed face behind her hands. 

"What? What happened?" Colby asked, curious why Sam was practically rolling on the floor. 

Sam calmed down, wiping the tears out of his eyes. “It said kiss and then tree,” Sam coughed a bit. “It was teasing you.” He pointed towards Colby. 

Colby's face became warm, blushing until his face was red, “Yeah real funny, Sam.” Colby muttered with a sigh. 

Y/n cleared her throat, cheeks still flaming hot. "Well, let's just continue what we came here for." Y/n grumbled, her arms folded on her chest. 

Sam wiped his eyes, cooling down from his laughter. "Wow, that was too good."

Sam began making his way towards the stairs, leaving Y/n and Colby behind his trail.

"Sorry about him." Colby let out with a sigh, rubbing his neck. 

Y/n smiled up at him slightly, "I-Its okay, I know he's just teasing." She blushed. 

Colby simply nodded, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. It wasn't too long before they had explored the whole place, investigating where they could. But then the time to sleep in the actual building came, which y/n began overthinking about. She knew she agreed to sleep alone, but she was too scared after her encounter with that thing in the hallway. 

"Alright guys, it's time for us to split up and sleep in separate rooms," Sam urged. "We figured with the whole Y/n seeing the spirit in the hallway, we're going to sleep in rooms next to each other just to ensure safety." Sam explained. 

Y/n fiddled with her fingers slightly, anxiety beginning to heighten. She bit her lip as they began setting up camp in their rooms. She grabbed her sleeping bag, making their way towards one of the girl's rooms. her heart began beating against her chest as she sat on top of her sleeping bag, listening to every crack and noise around her. 

She rubbed her face, trying to distract herself from her thoughts. But then she heard a faint knocking on the window directly behind her. She just stared at the moonlight that illuminated through the glass in front of her. She quickly sat up, quickly walking towards the closed door. As she opened the door, Colby's chest pressed up against hers. She yelped as she got freighted by the unexpected visit. 

Y/n pressed her hand onto her chest, trying to calm herself down. "Holy shit Colby, you scared the fuck out of me!" She lightly slapped his chest. 

Colby chuckled a bit, trying to lighten up the mood, "Sorry, I couldn't sleep, plus I knew this was your first time staying alone in a haunted place so I wanted to keep you some company." He admitted. 

Y/n felt her heart softly flutter, touched by his gesture, "Yeah, I sorta kept hearing things, I was gonna go to you." She confessed. 

Colby smiled, glad she found comfort in his presence, "Mind if I sleep in the same room as you then?" He requested. 

"Not at all," Y/n quickly replied, walking back to her sleeping bag onto the floor. Colby followed, his pillow and sleeping bag in his hands. "I wonder if Sam is shitting himself alone." She chuckled as she hugged her knees close to her chest. 

Colby sat next to her as he laid out his temporary bed, chuckling at the comment, "He'll be fine," He waved off, "After he laughed at us,he can sleep by himself." 

Y/n laughed a bit, looking down towards the floor. Colby couldn't help but stare at her, admiring her features in the moonlight. She noticed his gaze, moving her attention back towards him. 

"W-What?" She asked him, confused. 

"Nothing," Colby shrugged. "You're just really beautiful." He whispered. 

She flustered as she looked away as her cheeks painted with a deep color, "Oh, stop it." She muttered, playing with her fingernails. 

Colby's fingers landed on her jaw, moving her to face back towards him. She looked up into his eyes, seeming to get pulled closer towards him. 

"Well, it's true," He added, but couldn't help but lean towards her lips as his eyes kept glancing to her eyes and back to her lips. "I couldn't stop staring at you all day," he revealed. 

She felt her body heat up, unknowingly pressing closer to him. "Well, maybe I knew," She replied, feeling his hand on top of hers. "Maybe I was staring too." 

With that, Colby's lips landed on her. She gladly accepted as her lips pieced together perfectly. Colby's hand laced with hers, like previously that night. He lightly held her face, his thumb rubbing her cheek.

But soon, Colby pulled away, leaving them panting as they rested each other's forehead on one another. Y/n couldn't help but smile and chuckle a bit, causing Colby to wonder. 

"What?" He wondered. 

"Nothing," She added, rubbing her thumb on his hand. "Just, there were at least three little girls in here giggling." She confessed. 

Colby let out a laugh, pulling away as he looked around the room, "Well, you guys should give us some space." He announced into the room. 

The next morning, the sun began to shine through their window. The rays of light hitting their eyes, causing their eyes to flutter open. Y/n was the first one to notice him, seeing his wide smile on his face. Sam pointed the camera at the two, giggling as he noticed her to wake up. 

Y/n looked over next to her, noticing the boy clung onto her as he laid onto her chest. She threw her pillow towards Sam, causing him to laugh loudly which woke up Colby. Colby rubbed his eyes, adjusting his vision to the bright room. 

"What the-." Colby grumbled, looking up towards y/n's tired face. 

"Dude, how long have you guys been cuddling?" Sam exclaimed, putting away the camera. 

"Shut up sam." Colby muttered, his head landing onto his pillow. y/n sat up, covering her face. 

"Sam, it's too early for this, can you please leave us alone." Y/n groaned.

"Fine, fine I'll let you love birds be." Sam teased, wiggling his brows a bit before he shut the door behind him as he left. 

Y/n looked over to Colby who was laying on his side. She smiled a bit, still exhausted. He returned the smile, still amazed by her beauty. 

"Does this mean you'd go out with me? or do you already know that I was gonna ask you out?" He finally asked. 

Y/n chuckled dryly, "Colby, I’m a medium, not psychic," She rolled her eyes playfully. "But yes, I will go out with you."

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Omg I loved your Tim headcanons??? Can I request Tim crush headcanons. Just anything about Tim having a crush on the reader and how he will try to flirt with them

a/n: i have already done a more general hcs w all of the bats + bruce and how they act when they have crushes (you can find it here)

i wanted to explore more of tim's, so here's me yapping some more lol :') thank you for the request, i hope it's what you were looking for <3

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He is not the best at handling his emotions, we have seen that in different cases. He is headstrong when needed, with a drive and a passion that's almost scary. Because you see this lean guy, 5ft7 on a good day, who's absolutely unhinged doing the most random things on a Tuesday morning and you are just there thinking "how is he not a danger to society?" (someone pls tell me you get the reference lmao)

Still, when having a crush his passionate, unhinged and almost erratic behaviour doesn't go away. If anything, it mutates between a mix of awkwardness, cuteness and nerdiness. An intriguing mix of nervousness, sweetness, and the occasional awkwardness.

As someone who is naturally observant and analytical, he might be cautious and deliberate in his approach, trying to gauge how the person feels before making any moves.

He would for sure be the type of person to do nice, kind gestures in really subtle ways. It's all about showing how much he cares but under the radar at first.

From helping you on cases, if you're a vigilante. Patrolling together or going to missions together. Bringing your favourite snacks or even accompany you somewhere. The thing is, if you're Tim's crush, you're also his best friend-- or at least, a really close friend. So, all of these acts would almost feel natural, if not normal.

Now my fav, the ✦ Awkward Flirting ✦

He is so awkward that you get second hand embarrassment. He might try to make a joke or even a little comment, but it comes out a bit too nerdy or forced because he is trying so hard to the point it's not even more him:

“So, did you know that if you’re ever stuck in an elevator, you should press the emergency button and NOT just wait around like most people do?” (awkward pause) “Not that you’d ever get stuck, I mean. I just thought it might be... helpful.”

BLUSHING. Oh 100%.  Tim’s blush is immediately visible when he's around his crush. It might happen when you say something kind, when his attention lingers on you too long, or when you smile at him.

He’s the type who will fumble with his words, maybe try to play it cool by pretending he’s focusing on whatever he was doing.

I have said it before too, but he will over analyze and overthink like crazy. Every interaction with you becomes a ground to investigate. "Wait-- they smiled at me more than usual today" our delusional king <3

someone will definitely notice. I have the feeling Jason would be the first. Would he help? absolutely no. he would tease tim. which will prompt him to go to steph or barbs BUT only if he is truly desperate. Like, he has reached a point where he is staring at the ceiling at night unable to sleep because he keeps overthinking and so he pushes himself to ask for help. it might backfire on him, it might not. but who knows right?

Indirect Compliments are also a big thing. He might not say "hey I like you" straight to your face, but he will send signals. He’d throw out little compliments disguised as casual observations.

He is just a spontaneous dork. He has that nerdy rizz, if you know, you know.

“look, it's us” (cue cutting to him showing you a tiktok of two cats cuddles snuggling)

which on the matter of TikTok, he will SPAM you with stuff. Memes, tiktoks everything. Daily random selfies or random texts after patrol in the early hours of the morning.

Lastly, his body language is a dead give away too. And would betray him so badly. He might lean in a bit when you’re talking, keep his gaze on you for just a little too long, or even get a little fidgety when you're near. He’d try not to be too obvious, but you'd catch him looking at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention, only for him to quickly look away blushing when your eyes meet. (should I do a oneshot about this? let me know)

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[gatorbites-imagines]

micheal meyers fic if you still write for him? 🎃

I rlly liked your other fics with him, not a big fan of him being characterized as overly affectionate so I rlly liked your kinktober fics about him

something in a similar vein to that? smut or no smut is chill, just him being infatuated in his own creepy way

Michael Myers x male reader

Headcanons

Im happy you like my stuff :3c ive never imagined he was overly affectionate either, it just didn’t feel like it fit his character very much, ya know? No hate to the people who write that, I just like imagining him as a creepy guy, standing there… menacingly…

I think the only way you two could have met where you made a lasting impression is if you were somehow at the same asylum as him. Be it as a doctor or a patient. But I’ve never read a fic where the reader was one of the doctors, so that’s what we’re gonna go with here.

Joining up at smith’s grove sanitarium hadn’t been your first choice, since it was known as a pretty run-down place, that treated their patients more as prisoners than people. It may have been a place for the worst of the worst, but they were still people in your eyes.

You get Michaels attention by somehow wrenching his care from Dr Loomis’s hands, using all kinds of laws and loopholes to rip it from him and then running for the door pretty much. To you, what Loomis did should get him placed in jail and his license removed, as it could only have made his patients states worse.

Building a relationship with Michael is what many would call impossible. But you believed that every person had something special that fueled them, and just being treated like a worthwhile human being always seemed to do the trick.

It took months, if not years for you to really worm your way into Michael’s heart, or whatever was left of it. He hadn’t really had many positive male people in his life, something you also blamed Dr Loomis for, but over time he grew closer to you, in his own way.

To others it may seem like Michael was the same as always, but at this point you’ve worked with him so long that you know him. You can feel his attention follow you, even when you are on the other side of the yard where the patients get sunlight.

It’s no shock that you are most patients’ favorite, especially after you become head of the hospital, after a very long and stressful battle with those stuck in their old ways. It made you start cleaning house, getting rid of bad caretakers and methods to replace them with better ones.

You took it extremely seriously, and would have any so called interviewers or investigators removed from the premises, to not mess with your patients’ care.

You gain a bit of a reputation in the media at how incredibly cruel you can be to the people who wish to use and abuse your patients. Some call you crazy for protecting them, especially as everyone knows Michael Myers resides there.

But to you, it doesn’t matter. You have no spouse, no children, you haven’t talked to your family since you left home at 18, all you truly have is your job, so that is what you use your energy on.

And if a lot of that time is spent with Michael, then so be it. Having Michael actually emote or pay attention to you, is a big step in the right direction in your book. You can never get him to talk, but he does succeed in learning a couple of signs, though you suspect he only does it because he knows it makes you happy.

Later you would look back on Michael’s escape as something you blamed on yourself. Over the long time you had been his caretaker, you always made sure to be there on Halloween, since it was such an important date for him.

He never told you this, obviously, but you could tell. It just happened that you had needed surgery around that time, something you couldn’t put off as much as you wanted. If you wanted to keep caring for your patients, then you needed it done.

So, it truly shouldn’t have been such a surprise for one of your nurses to call you in a panic that Michael had somehow gotten out. Being bedbound, there wasn’t much you could do but give orders from home and watch the tv.

You didn’t technically live in Haddonfield, but you lived close enough that you could bike to town for groceries if you needed to, but also so you could drive to work without much issue.

Seeing no reports of murders outside the usual made you sigh and slump in on yourself. You had put off taking your pain medication, wanting to be clearheaded and aware, just in case you needed to be. And what else kept one clear in the head but pain.

As bedridden as you were, there wasn’t much you could do when you heard your back door open. You only knew it was that door, as it had a loud squeaky hinge you never got fixed, as it wasn’t like you used that entrance much.

Seeing Michaels looming stature shouldn’t have been a shocker either. What did amaze you to a certain, professional extent, was that he hadn’t put on his usual coveralls or mask, instead it was one you two had made together using safe materials.

There was no verbal or physical reply when you spoke to him, outside of a slight rise of tension in his shoulders when he heard you grunt in pain, as you turned to look at him.

You didn’t want to call the hospital, knowing just how volatile Michael could be. And you may have replaced many doctors and nurses, but they still feared him, all but you at least. The only thing you truly could do was speak to him, to make him stay so he didn’t go kill anyone.

Maybe it was the years of care you had given him, but Michael at some point moved closer, just staring down at you and the bandages around your stomach.

You had a feeling he wanted to poke it or maybe just unwrap it, but you had worked with him about other people’s pain tolerance. Michael still only seemed to care when it was you, but you put a lot of stuff in his notes about your professional opinion and growth.

There were worse caretakers than Michael. In all reality he wasn’t really a caretaker. A lot of it was just him standing by the door, in the corner, or right at the foot of your bed to watch you. Hed shuffle after you wherever you went in the apartment, even carrying you when you couldn’t move too much.

you had decided to heal enough to bring him back to smith’s grove when you healed enough, already knowing how violent Michael could be with other people.

To Michael though, this meant more than you meant. He wasn’t one to feel lust or much romantic attraction, but he was drawn to you and attached enough to just stay, to even bring you your pill bottles and water, like how you would to him at smith’s grove.

You theorized it made him happy, in his own way, to know he was helping in the ways he knew how. Another more paranoid part of your brain did worry about what he did when you slept, since the pain medication had that effect.

Nothing ever looked out of place, but you did catch him kneeling beside your bed on more than one occasion, just holding your hand. Or the times hed place your hand on top of his head so you would caress him.

It was inappropriate for a doctor to do such a thing with his patients, but Michael seemed calmer and more at ease when it was just you two. He couldn’t cuddle in bed with you, and neither did he seem to want to, but being held and coddle in small amounts seemingly worked for him.

Michael clearly wasn’t pleased when you took him to return to smith’s grove, but he actually came along without issue. It caused a whole media storm, but over the years you had mastered those too. As long as it helped your patients, then you would do it, to a certain extent.

And if giving Michael weekends at your place where he got to stalk you around your own property was what he needed, then so be it. you saw it as progress, in his own, weird way. Hell, Michael even started sitting and having dinner with you instead of just hovering. To you that was a win, no matter what others said.

[xhoess]

Dangerous Desires part 2

Nicholas chavez x fem reader

Part one here!

Summary:In "Dangerous Desires," you are a private investigator hired to find missing Hollywood star Nicholas Chavez, only to discover he’s hiding from a dangerous criminal organization. As you delve deeper into his secret life as an undercover agent, a powerful attraction ignites between you. Together, you confront betrayal, navigate high-stakes missions, and fight for survival, ultimately forging a bond that transcends danger and chaos.

WC Chapter Two: 15.7 K

Warnings: killing, sex, unprotected, semi public sex, slightly stalking, spicy

“Grab your things. We’re moving,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You quickly gather your essentials, he keeping you safe. You can’t let your guard down.”

His words resonate deeply, the realization of how intertwined your lives have become settling over you. “I know. I want to help. I want to do whatever it takes to stop this.”

Nicholas steps closer, his intensity wrapping around you like a warm embrace. “I appreciate that. But this is dangerous. You have to promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I promise,” you reply, your voice firm. “But I can’t just sit back and wait.”

A flicker of admiration crosses his face, and for a moment, the air between you shifts once again. You can feel the heat of his presence, the undeniable chemistry that has been building since your paths crossed.

Nicholas takes a step closer, his expression softening as he looks at you. “I want you to know that I care about you. This isn’t just about the mission anymore. You’ve become important to me.”

The sincerity in his voice sends warmth flooding through you, and you find yourself stepping closer as well, drawn to him by an invisible force. “You’re important to me too,” you admit, the vulnerability of the moment sparking a connection that feels deeper than just desire.

Nicholas reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. The gentle touch sends shivers down your spine, and you can see the tension in his eyes as he leans in just slightly.

But before you can close the distance, the sharp sound of your phone ringing pierces the air, breaking the moment like a fragile glass shattering on the floor. You both startle, and Nicholas pulls back, his expression shifting from warmth to alertness.

Who is it?” he asks, concern flooding his voice.

You glance down at the screen, the heart-stopping realization settling in your chest. “It’s Mia.”

Nicholas’s gaze sharpens, and he steps back, moving to a position where he can see the door. “Answer it. But be careful what you say.”

Taking a deep breath, you answer the call, the familiar voice of your friend bringing a mix of comfort and anxiety. “Hey! I was worried about you!” Mia’s voice is filled with concern, and you can hear the faint sound of her in the background.

“I’m fine, just—” you begin, but Nicholas shakes his head, signaling for you to stay vague.

“Just busy with some work stuff,” you manage, forcing a casual tone into your voice. “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure? You didn’t seem like yourself the last time we talked,” she presses, and you can feel the sincerity in her words.

“I’m good, really. Just a lot going on. How about you?” you deflect, trying to steer the conversation away from your own concerns.

There’s a pause on the other end, and you can sense Mia’s hesitation. “I’m alright. But I’ve been hearing some strange things around the neighborhood… like people talking about you, and I’m worried.”

Your heart sinks at her words, the fear returning with a vengeance. “What do you mean?”

“Like whispers. And I overheard someone mentioning your name with that guy you were seen with—Nicholas, right? It just feels off, you know?”

Your heart races as you glance at Nicholas, who listens intently, his eyes narrowing with concern. “Mia, listen to me. You need to be careful. I can’t explain everything right now, but things are a bit complicated.”

“I knew something was wrong!” she exclaims, her voice rising slightly. “You can’t keep this from me, I’m your best friend! If something is happening, I need to know.”

“Mia, please,” you say, your voice urgent. “I’ll explain everything later. Just promise me you’ll stay safe. Don’t go anywhere alone.”

A moment of silence hangs heavy before she finally responds, her tone shifting to one of resignation. “Okay. Just promise you’ll keep me updated. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I promise,” you assure her, the weight of her worry settling in your chest. “I’ll call you as soon as I can.”

As you hang up the call, you turn to Nicholas, whose expression is a mix of frustration and concern. “She’s worried,” you say softly, your heart heavy.

“I get it, but she’s not safe being in the dark. We have to protect her,” he replies, tension thick in the air.

You nod, understanding the gravity of the situation. “We need to figure out who’s behind this, fast. I can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me.”

Nicholas’s eyes soften, and he steps closer once more, the space between you charged with electricity. “We will. But first, we need to come up with a plan. And we need to stay focused.”

You lock eyes with him, the unspoken connection lingering in the air. “I’m with you,” you say, determination surging within you. “No matter what it takes.”

He gives you a small, appreciative smile, the tension between you shifting once again. “Together then,” he replies, and in that moment, you feel the strength of your bond solidifying amidst the chaos surrounding you.

As you both begin to brainstorm, plotting your next move against the unseen enemy, you can’t shake the feeling that the true battle lies not only against Victor and his network but also within yourself—fighting the desire that threatens to pull you deeper into a world of danger and passion

The atmosphere in Nicholas's living room is thick with tension and determination as you both pore over potential leads and strategies. The soft glow of the table lamp casts flickering shadows across the walls, the quiet hum of the city outside a constant reminder of the danger that lurks just beyond your doorstep. You sit close to Nicholas, your laptop open, a list of names and contacts scattered across the table, each one a potential key to unraveling the threads of deceit that have ensnared you both.

“I think we should start with Victor’s known associates,” you suggest, your fingers poised above the keyboard. “If he has someone watching us, they’ll likely be linked to one of them.”

Nicholas nods, his eyes intense as he reviews the notes you’ve compiled. “Good idea. We need to determine who might have the most to gain from this. It’s not just about protecting ourselves anymore; it’s about finding out how deep this goes.”

As you continue to brainstorm, a ping from your phone interrupts the flow of ideas. You glance at the screen, your heart racing as you see another message from Mia.

Mia: I just got a strange text from an unknown number. They mentioned you and Nicholas. I’m worried!

A chill runs down your spine at her words. “Nicholas, it’s Mia again,” you say, your voice low. “She just got a text from an unknown number mentioning us.”

Nicholas immediately moves closer, urgency in his voice. “What did it say?”

You read the message aloud, your heart pounding. “They said they’re watching her. This isn’t good.”

Nicholas’s expression darkens, his protective instincts flaring. “We need to get to her. Now. She’s in danger.”

“What if it’s a trap?” you ask, anxiety gripping you. “What if they’re using her to get to us?”

“I don’t care,” he replies firmly, his eyes fierce. “She’s our only connection to the outside. If she’s being targeted, we have to act before it’s too late.”

You can see the determination in his eyes, and despite the fear swirling in your chest, you know he’s right. You can’t let anything happen to Mia. She’s your best friend, and the thought of losing her is unbearable.

“Okay,” you say, resolving to act. “Let’s go. We can’t leave her alone.”

Nicholas stands, moving with purpose as he grabs his jacket. You quickly follow suit, adrenaline fueling your movements. The world outside is still cloaked in darkness, the streetlights flickering like distant stars as you both head to the car.

As Nicholas drives through the quiet streets, the tension in the air is palpable. Your mind races with thoughts of Mia, the worry for her safety eclipsing everything else. What if they really are watching her? What if they’ve already made contact?

“Do you have any idea who might be behind this?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from spiraling into panic.

Nicholas’s jaw tightens as he focuses on the road. “It’s hard to say. Victor has a lot of connections, and if he’s working with someone on the inside, it could be anyone. We need to be ready for anything.”

“Do you think we could try to trace the number?” you suggest, clinging to hope. “If we can find out who it is, maybe we can anticipate their next move.”

“I can try,” he replies, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. “But we need to keep our heads down. If they’re already aware of us, we can’t give them any more information than we have to.”

Your heart sinks at the reality of the situation. You can feel the pressure mounting, every moment stretching as you inch closer to Mia’s apartment.

When you finally arrive, the exterior is eerily quiet, shadows dancing across the building as the wind whispers through the trees. Nicholas parks a block away, and you both get out, moving cautiously toward the entrance.

“Stay close,” he murmurs, his voice low as he leads the way. You nod, your heart racing as you approach the door.

As you enter the building, you’re hit with a familiar scent—the faint aroma of coffee and baked goods from the café downstairs. It’s a stark contrast to the tension in your chest, and the familiarity makes you feel momentarily at ease. But the anxiety creeps back as you head up the stairs, each step echoing like a heartbeat.

When you reach Mia’s apartment, Nicholas glances around, his expression focused and alert. “Mia, it’s me! Open up!” he calls.

A moment later, you hear shuffling inside, and the door creaks open to reveal Mia, her expression a mix of relief and concern. “Oh thank God you’re here!” she exclaims, stepping aside to let you both in.

You enter quickly, closing the door behind you. “What happened?” you ask, urgency lacing your voice. “Did anyone else come by?”

Mia shakes her head, her eyes wide with fear. “No, but I’ve been getting these strange texts. They keep telling me to watch my back. I didn’t know what to do!”

Nicholas moves closer, assessing her. “Did you see anyone suspicious? Any cars parked outside?”

“No, I swear. It’s like they just know,” she replies, her voice trembling. “I’m scared. I feel like I’m being watched.”

The weight of her words hangs heavy in the air, and you can feel the urgency in the room. “We need to get you out of here,” you say firmly. “We can’t risk them finding you alone.”

Nicholas glances at you, then back at Mia. “Do you have any family or friends nearby that we could stay with? Somewhere safe?”

Mia hesitates, glancing around her apartment. “My aunt lives a couple of towns over, but I haven’t talked to her in a while. I don’t know if she’d want to get involved.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Nicholas insists. “We can’t take any chances. We’ll make the call and get out of here. Can you gather some essentials?”

Mia nods, her expression determined as she heads toward her bedroom. You glance at Nicholas, concern etched across your face. “What if they’re already onto us?”

“Then we need to act fast,” he replies, his voice steady. “We can’t show any fear. We need to be one step ahead.”

As Mia gathers her things, you feel a surge of anxiety mixed with determination. You can’t let fear control you; not now. The connection you share with Nicholas deepens, and you know you have to trust him—trust that together, you can navigate this storm.

Moments later, Mia emerges from her room, a small bag slung over her shoulder. “I’m ready,” she says, her eyes darting around the apartment, apprehensive.

“Let’s move,” Nicholas says, and you both follow him as he leads the way back down the stairs, every creak of the old building sending shivers down your spine.

When you step outside, the cool night air hits you like a wave, invigorating yet unsettling. Nicholas scans the street, his expression tense. “Stay close to me,” he warns as he leads you and Mia toward the car.

You feel the weight of Mia’s anxiety beside you, and the fear in your heart grows. You can’t let anything happen to her. “We’ll figure this out,” you assure her, hoping to instill some confidence. “You’re safe with us.”

Mia gives a small nod, her determination shining through the fear. You reach the car, and Nicholas quickly unlocks the doors, urging you both inside.

As he drives away from her apartment, you glance back at the building, the shadows lurking in every corner. The streets are empty, but you can’t shake the feeling of being watched. The closer you get to the outskirts of the city, the more the anxiety mounts.

“Where to?” Mia asks, her voice filled with uncertainty.

“Just until we can regroup,” Nicholas replies, glancing at you before focusing back on the road. “We’ll find somewhere safe to lay low for a bit. But we need to keep moving.”

With every turn, the weight of the night settles heavier in the air, the shadows of uncertainty creeping closer. You can feel the danger closing in, and with it, the understanding that the fight is only beginning.

As Nicholas navigates the winding roads away from the city, you can’t shake the sense of impending doom that hangs in the air. Each passing car feels like a potential threat, and the silence in the car amplifies your unease.

“What if they find us?” Mia breaks the silence, her voice shaky.

“They won’t,” Nicholas assures her, but the firmness of his tone doesn’t completely erase the worry etched on his face. “We just have to be smart about this.”

You exchange glances with Nicholas, and for a moment, the connection you’ve built through this chaos provides a flicker of hope. But the lingering threat looms over you, a dark shadow that refuses to dissipate.

The highway stretches ahead, and Nicholas keeps his focus, glancing in the rearview mirror as if sensing an unseen presence behind you. You can feel the tension in the air, and as the minutes pass, the weight of the unknown settles heavily in your chest.

Finally, Nicholas veers off the main road and into a secluded area, the dense trees enveloping you in darkness. “This should do for now,” he says, finding a spot to pull over. You’re surrounded by thick woods, the faint sounds of nocturnal creatures echoing in the background.

“Is this safe?” you ask, your voice with apprehension as you look around, the shadows of the trees creeping in, enveloping you in a cloak of uncertainty.

Nicholas turns to you, his expression firm but calm. “It’ll have to be for now. We need to figure out our next move without being exposed. We can’t risk anyone spotting us.” He turns off the engine, the sudden silence enveloping you. The only sounds are the rustling leaves and the faint whisper of the wind through the trees.

You share a glance with Mia, and you can see her anxiety mirrored in your own expression. The weight of the situation is heavy, but you both know there’s no turning back now.

“Let’s take a moment to breathe,” Nicholas suggests, his voice steady. “We need to think clearly. Mia, can you pull up your phone and see if you can get a signal? We might need to make some calls.”

Mia nods, pulling her phone from her bag as you watch her. The tension in the air is thick, and you can feel the anticipation coiling within you. Every moment stretches into eternity as you wait, the unease gnawing at your insides.

After a few moments, Mia lets out a frustrated sigh. “No signal,” she says, looking defeated. “What if we can’t reach anyone?”

Nicholas rubs the back of his neck, clearly contemplating the next steps. “We’ll figure it out. There’s always a way,” he reassures her, but you can hear the strain in his voice.

You lean back in your seat, thoughts racing. What do we do now? You can’t shake the feeling that time is running out. The threat looms over you like a dark cloud, and you feel a sense of urgency building within.

“Can we go back to your place? It might be safer there,” you suggest, knowing it might be a risk but desperate to find some familiarity in this chaos.

Nicholas shakes his head. “They know where I live. We need to stay off their radar. But I do have a friend who might be able to help us—someone who has resources.”

“Who?” you ask, your curiosity piqued.

“His name is Jake. He’s an old contact from my agency. If anyone can help us, it’s him,” Nicholas replies, determination shining through his concern. “I can’t guarantee his loyalty, but he’s been in this game for a while.”

“Do you think he can keep Mia safe?” you ask, glancing at your friend, whose eyes are wide with apprehension.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” Nicholas admits, his honesty disarming. “But it’s better than sitting here waiting for something to happen.”

Mia nods slowly, her courage resurfacing. “Let’s do it. I don’t want to sit here and wait for whatever’s coming next.”

You appreciate her resolve, and it gives you strength as well. “Okay, let’s get in touch with Jake,” you agree.

Nicholas starts the car again, the engine humming to life as you all settle in for the ride. The journey feels charged, the weight of the night pressing down on you, but you’re grateful to have both Nicholas and Mia by your side.

As Nicholas navigates the winding back roads, your thoughts swirl with the uncertainty of what lies ahead. You know you’re on the precipice of something dangerous, but the desire to protect Mia fuels your determination.

“Can you tell me more about this Jake?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from the creeping fear. “Is he trustworthy?”

Nicholas glances at you, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face. “He’s a good guy at heart, but he’s been in the game for a long time. He operates in gray areas, which makes him unpredictable. I trust him with my life, but I can’t promise he’ll be loyal to anyone else.”

The gravity of his words settles heavily in the air, and you can sense Mia’s apprehension next to you. “How will we know if he’s willing to help us?” she asks.

“We’ll have to convince him,” Nicholas replies, his tone resolute. “He has a reputation to uphold. If he thinks we’re a liability, he won’t help.”

You nod, steeling yourself for whatever confrontation lies ahead. The ride is filled with a tense silence, each of you lost in your thoughts as the headlights of the car cut through the darkness.

After what feels like an eternity, Nicholas finally turns onto a narrow road leading to a secluded cabin. The area is secluded, surrounded by trees and the night sky, providing a sense of security amidst the chaos.

“This is it,” Nicholas says as he parks. “Stay close to me. We don’t know who might be watching.”

You step out of the car, your heart racing as you follow him toward the cabin. The rustic exterior gives off an air of tranquility, but you know better than to let your guard down. The quiet seems to envelop you, the stillness echoing the weight of the moment.

Nicholas knocks on the door, and after a moment, it swings open to reveal a tall man with dark hair and a scruffy beard. His eyes narrow as he sizes up Nicholas, then shift to you and Mia, assessing the situation.

“Nicholas,” Jake says, his voice gruff. “What are you doing here?”

“Jake, we need your help,” Nicholas replies, urgency in his tone. “Things have escalated, and we’re in serious trouble.”

Jake’s eyes flicker with concern as he steps aside, gesturing for you all to enter. “Come in. We’ll talk inside.”

As you step into the cabin, the warmth of the interior contrasts sharply with the chill of the night outside. You can feel the weight of Jake’s gaze as he closes the door behind you, and the flickering lights cast dancing shadows across the room.

“Now, what’s going on?” Jake asks, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall.

Nicholas takes a deep breath, collecting his thoughts. “We’re being hunted. A criminal organization is after us, and they’ve already targeted Mia. We need a safe place to regroup and figure out our next move.”

Jake’s expression shifts, the seriousness of the situation settling in. “You sure you’re not being paranoid? A lot of people in this line of work think they’re being hunted when it’s just a shadow.”

Nicholas leans forward, his voice low and urgent. “No, this is real. We’ve already had close calls. If we don’t act fast, we’re all going to be in grave danger.”

You can see Jake’s resolve hardening as he processes the situation. “Alright. You know I don’t get involved in these kinds of issues anymore. But if what you’re saying is true, I can help. You’ll need somewhere to lay low, and I might have a lead on a safe house.”

“Thank you,” Nicholas replies, relief flooding through his voice. “We just need a chance to breathe and gather our thoughts.”

“Give me a moment,” Jake says, moving to the other room. You watch as he disappears through a door, leaving you and Nicholas standing in the small cabin.

“What do you think?” you ask, glancing at Nicholas, your heart pounding. “Can we trust him?”

Nicholas nods, his expression serious. “I’ve known Jake for years. He’s tough but fair. If he says he can help, I believe him.”

A moment later, Jake returns, a map in hand. “Here’s the plan. There’s a safe house about thirty minutes from here, deep in the woods. It’s off the grid, and no one should be able to find you there. I’ll help you get set up.”

“Thank you, Jake,” you say, grateful for his willingness to assist.

Jake looks at you, his expression softening slightly. “Just be careful. You’re playing a dangerous game, and it’s easy to get burned.”

As you study the map, the path ahead begins to take shape. The next steps feel uncertain, but you know you have to remain strong for Mia and Nicholas.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Nicholas says, determination flashing in his eyes. “We’ll get to that safe house, and then we can figure out our next move.”

With Jake leading the way, you step outside once more, the night air feeling a little less suffocating now that you have a plan. The tension still lingers, but the flicker of hope shines through the darkness.

The three of you pile into Nicholas’s car, and as he drives away from the cabin, you feel a sense of urgency in the air. The path ahead is fraught with danger, but with Nicholas and Mia by your side, you know you can face whatever comes your way.

As the trees blur past, you grip the map tightly, determination filling your heart. This is just the beginning, and you’re ready to fight for your future, no matter what it takes. Together, you will uncover the truth and reclaim your lives from the shadows that threaten to consume you.

As you head toward the safe house, you can’t help but feel the excitement and dread swirling within you. The final mission is just beginning, and everything hangs in the balance. With each passing mile, the stakes grow higher, and you know that the next move will determine not just your fate, but the fate of everyone you hold dear.

The drive to the safe house feels endless, each twist and turn in the road amplifying the tension in the car. You steal glances at Nicholas, who remains focused on the road ahead, his jaw set in determination. Mia is beside you, her expression a mix of fear and resolve, and you can feel her pulse quickening beside you. You share a silent understanding; the three of you are in this together.

The headlights cut through the darkness as you navigate deeper into the woods. The trees loom ominously on either side, their gnarled branches creating an almost claustrophobic effect. Finally, Nicholas turns onto a dirt road, the tires crunching over gravel.

After a few minutes, he slows down in front of a modest cabin that seems to blend into its surroundings. “Here we are,” he says, relief washing over his features as he shifts the car into park.

You exit the vehicle, the cool night air enveloping you like a comforting blanket. The cabin is quaint, surrounded by tall trees that offer a sense of seclusion. You follow Nicholas and Mia inside, where Jake is already assessing the area.

“This place should be secure,” Jake says, glancing around. “No one should be able to find you here. I’ll set up some security measures just in case.”

“Thanks, Jake,” Nicholas replies, gratitude evident in his voice. “We’ll need all the help we can get.”

Inside, the cabin is simple yet cozy. A small kitchen, a living area with a fireplace, and two bedrooms—everything you need for a temporary hideout. You take a deep breath, letting the tension of the outside world fade away, if only for a moment.

Nicholas leads you into the living area, where a worn sofa sits beside the fireplace. “Let’s talk strategy,” he says, his tone serious. “We need to figure out our next move. The longer we wait, the more time our enemies have to find us.”

Mia sits down on the couch, her fingers fidgeting nervously. “What do you think they want?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly.

“They want to silence me,” Nicholas replies, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “I’ve been gathering intel on their operations, and I’ve gotten too close to the truth. They’ll do anything to protect their interests.”

You can see the weight of the situation settling on him, and it fuels your determination to support him. “What’s our plan? Do we need to go public with what we know?”

Nicholas shakes his head. “Going public is risky. It could put a target on our backs. We need to gather concrete evidence first. If we can expose their operations and their connections, we can take them down.”

Jake nods in agreement, stepping forward. “I can help with that. I have contacts in law enforcement who can assist us once we have what we need. But first, we need to figure out how to get access to their files and databases.”

“Do you have any leads?” you ask, your mind racing with possibilities.

Nicholas straightens, his eyes glinting with resolve. “There’s a party happening at one of their key locations in a few days. It’s a gathering of their higher-ups, and it’s the perfect opportunity for us to gather intel.”

“A party?” Mia echoes, her brow furrowed. “How do we even get in?”

Nicholas smiles slightly, a hint of mischief in his expression. “That’s where the undercover work comes in. We’ll need to pose as guests, blending in with their crowd. If we can get close to the people who matter, we can learn everything we need.”

The thought of infiltrating a criminal organization sends a shiver down your spine, but you’re determined to see it through. “I’m in,” you say, your voice steady. “Whatever it takes to help you.”

Nicholas’s gaze meets yours, and you can see the gratitude in his eyes. “I appreciate that. But it’s not going to be easy. They’ll be on high alert, especially with me being involved.”

Jake interjects, “I can help with disguises and intel on the attendees. If we can learn about their security protocols, we can plan our entrance and exit strategies.”

“Good idea,” Nicholas says. “We’ll need to work fast. I’ll need to make some calls to gather more information about the event. It’s going to be a high-stakes operation, and we’ll need to be ready for anything.”

As the evening unfolds, the tension in the cabin gradually shifts into a sense of purpose. You help Jake and Nicholas organize their plans, your heart racing at the thought of going undercover.

Hours pass as you discuss strategies, identities, and what to expect at the party. You feel a mix of excitement and fear bubbling within you, each idea igniting a fire in your belly.

As you pore over the details, you catch glimpses of Nicholas’s determination and vulnerability. You’re drawn to him in ways you can’t fully understand, and the chemistry between you is undeniable.

“Alright, we’re going to need to work on our backstories,” Nicholas says, breaking the focus. “We can’t go in as ourselves.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, your curiosity piqued.

“We need to create identities that fit the crowd. I’ll be someone connected to a major player in the industry. And you…” He looks at you thoughtfully. “You could be my assistant. It fits the role and allows us to stick together.”

Mia chimes in, “And I can pose as a socialite who’s interested in making connections.”

You feel a rush of adrenaline as the plan takes shape. “Sounds good to me,” you reply, your heart pounding. “What’s next?”

Nicholas begins outlining your roles in detail, his eyes sparkling with energy. You lean in, absorbed in the strategy, your focus narrowed to the task ahead. The danger is palpable, but there’s also a thrill that comes with the unknown.

After hours of discussion, you finally take a moment to breathe. The fire crackles in the corner, casting flickering shadows across the room. The atmosphere shifts slightly, a tension settling as you all realize the enormity of what’s about to happen.

“Alright, everyone,” Nicholas says, breaking the silence. “Get some rest. We’ve got a big day ahead of us.”

You nod, feeling the exhaustion of the day weighing down on you. As you head to the bedroom, you can’t shake the feeling of excitement mixed with dread. The final mission is upon you, and with it, the weight of the world rests on your shoulders.

In the quiet of the room, you take a moment to collect your thoughts. This is it. The risks are high, but so are the stakes. You’re not just fighting for Nicholas anymore; you’re fighting for your lives, and for the truth that needs to come to light.

As you settle into bed, your mind races with possibilities. The thrill of the challenge ignites a fire within you, and you know that whatever happens, you’ll face it head-on. With a deep breath, you close your eyes, surrendering to sleep, determined to emerge stronger for the mission ahead.

Tomorrow will be a new day, filled with the unknown. And in the chaos of the night, you find a sliver of hope—a belief that together, you can overcome anything that comes your way.

The morning light filters through the thin curtains of the cabin, casting a warm glow across the room. You awaken to the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen, the rich aroma pulling you from the remnants of sleep. Stretching, you take a moment to reflect on the whirlwind of the past few days. The mission, the danger, and Nicholas—all of it feels surreal, yet so incredibly real.

You push the covers aside and rise, your muscles aching slightly from the adrenaline of the previous night’s events. As you step out of the bedroom, you find Nicholas and Mia at the small kitchen table, poring over notes and plans for the upcoming day. They look up as you enter, smiles breaking across their faces.

“Good morning,” Mia says, her eyes bright with energy. “We were just discussing our roles for tonight. How are you feeling?”

“Better now,” you reply, joining them at the table. “What’s the plan?”

Nicholas slides a cup of steaming coffee in front of you, and you take a grateful sip, savoring the warmth. “We need to finalize our disguises and backstories. We’ll be leaving shortly to meet with Jake, who has the final details on the event.”

“Jake’s a lifesaver,” you say, glancing at Nicholas. “I can’t believe we’re actually going to pull this off.”

Nicholas leans back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. “We have to be careful. It’s going to be a high-stakes situation. The criminal organization won’t take kindly to anyone poking around.”

Mia nods. “And we need to maintain our cover. If anyone suspects us, it could blow our entire plan.”

You can feel the tension in the air, a reminder of the gravity of the situation. “What time do we need to be there?”

“By eight,” Nicholas says, glancing at the clock. “That gives us just enough time to get ready and drive to the venue.”

After breakfast, you all begin preparing for the night ahead. As you change into the outfit you’d chosen—a sleek black dress that hugs your curves and accentuates your figure—you feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. This is a new role, one that could have serious implications.

Nicholas steps out of the bathroom, freshly groomed and dressed in a tailored suit that makes him look every bit the part of the powerful businessman you’ll be portraying. His eyes catch yours, and you can’t help but admire him. “You look incredible,” he says, his voice low and sincere.

“Thanks,” you reply, a rush of heat spreading through you. The chemistry between you is palpable, but the weight of the mission hangs heavily in the air.

After finishing your makeup, you step back to admire the final look in the mirror. Your hair cascades down your shoulders in loose waves, and your makeup is polished yet understated. You feel confident, ready to tackle whatever lies ahead.

With the clock ticking down, you gather your belongings and join Nicholas and Mia in the living area. Jake arrives moments later, his expression all business as he pulls out a tablet filled with details about the event.

“Alright,” he begins, directing your attention to the screen. “This is the guest list. You’ll want to familiarize yourselves with the key players. The host is a notorious figure in the criminal world—Marco Rinaldi. He’s the one you need to keep an eye on.”

You nod, your heart racing at the thought of mingling with such dangerous individuals. “What’s our plan for getting close to him?”

“Distraction,” Jake replies with a sly grin. “Nicholas will engage with Rinaldi while you and Mia keep an eye on his associates. Gather intel and any documents that could be useful.”

“Got it,” you say, feeling a surge of determination. “What if things go sideways?”

“Stick to the plan, stay connected via comms, and if things get too hot, we bail,” Nicholas adds. “We can’t afford to get caught.”

With a few more instructions, Jake leaves you all with a sense of purpose. As you head out, the adrenaline begins to course through your veins, fueling your resolve.

The drive to the venue is filled with a mix of nerves and anticipation. As the building comes into view, your heart pounds. It’s a lavish mansion, its grandeur a stark contrast to the dark dealings that likely occur within its walls.

Once inside, you take a moment to absorb your surroundings. The high ceilings and opulent décor create an atmosphere of wealth and power, and the guests are dressed to impress, laughter and chatter filling the air.

“Stick to the plan,” Nicholas reminds you, his hand briefly squeezing yours before he moves away to mingle with the crowd. You watch as he seamlessly transitions into his role, exuding confidence and charisma.

Mia stays close by your side, and you both begin to move through the party, engaging in casual conversations and observing the guests. You scan the room, your heart racing as you spot Marco Rinaldi across the way, surrounded by a group of well-dressed associates.

“This is it,” you whisper to Mia, your pulse quickening. “We need to get closer.”

You and Mia weave through the crowd, the noise and chatter enveloping you. As you approach Rinaldi, you catch snippets of conversation—talk of shipments, deals, and plans that send chills down your spine.

You turn to Mia, whispering, “This is what we need. We have to get this recorded.”

As you lean in closer, trying to catch every detail, you feel a sudden wave of tension in the air. Rinaldi’s laughter echoes, but there’s an edge to it that makes you uneasy. You exchange a glance with Mia, a silent understanding passing between you.

“Let’s move,” she suggests, and you nod, following her lead.

Just then, Nicholas appears at your side, his expression intense. “We need to get out of here. I heard them mention something about a ‘delivery’ tonight. We need to find out what it is before it’s too late.”

“Where’s Jake?” you ask, feeling the urgency rise within you.

“He’s in the car outside, keeping an eye on things,” Nicholas replies, his tone urgent. “But we can’t leave yet. We need to gather more intel.”

You nod, adrenaline coursing through you as you continue to navigate the crowd. Suddenly, the atmosphere shifts, and you can feel eyes on you.

“Nicholas,” Mia hisses, her voice barely above a whisper. “We’re being watched.”

You glance around and lock eyes with one of Rinaldi’s associates—a tall man with a predatory gaze who seems to be sizing you up. Your heart races as he begins to approach.

“Play it cool,” Nicholas murmurs, his voice low and steady. “Stay close.”

The man approaches, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, well, what do we have here? A new face in our midst?”

You force a smile, your mind racing as you try to gauge his intentions. “Just enjoying the party,” you reply smoothly.

“Is that so? What brings you here?” he asks, his gaze piercing.

Before you can respond, Nicholas steps forward, his demeanor shifting into that of a confident businessman. “I’m here to discuss potential investments with Mr. Rinaldi,” he says, his tone cool and authoritative. “And this is my associate.”

The man’s eyes narrow slightly, but he seems intrigued. “Interesting. I hope you’re not looking to disrupt anything.”

“Of course not,” Nicholas replies, his charm on full display. “We’re simply here to explore opportunities.”

As the man studies you, you hold your breath, hoping the act will hold. There’s a tension in the air, and you can almost see the gears turning in his mind.

“Good,” he says finally, nodding. “Enjoy the evening.” He walks away, but you can feel the weight of his scrutiny lingering.

Once he’s out of earshot, you exhale deeply, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. “That was too close,” Mia breathes, her eyes wide.

“We need to get back to our plan,” Nicholas says, his expression serious. “Let’s find out what that ‘delivery’ is.”

You continue to weave through the crowd, and eventually, you overhear snippets of conversation that send chills down your spine. They’re planning something big, and the stakes are higher than you imagined.

As you take notes discreetly on your phone, Nicholas’s hand brushes against yours, a grounding force amidst the chaos. You share a brief look, and in that moment, the world around you fades, leaving just the two of you.

“We need to move,” he whispers, breaking the connection.

You nod, adrenaline thrumming in your veins. You make your way toward the exit, but as you turn a corner, you’re met with a sudden commotion.

A loud crash echoes through the hall, and chaos erupts. Guests are shouting, scrambling for the exits, and you feel the surge of panic rise within you.

“Go!” Nicholas shouts, taking your hand and pulling you along. “We need to find Jake!”

You sprint through the crowd, adrenaline pushing you forward. The noise of chaos surrounds you, but you stay focused on finding your way to safety.

Suddenly, gunshots ring out, echoing through the mansion. The crowd goes wild, screams filling the air as people push and shove to escape.

“Stay close!” Nicholas yells, pulling you against him as you duck into a nearby room, slamming the door shut behind you.

The room is dimly lit, and you press your back against the wall, trying to catch your breath. “What’s happening?” you ask, panic bubbling within

you as you glance at Nicholas, who looks equally intense and alert.

“I don’t know,” he replies, his voice steady despite the chaos outside. “But we can’t stay here for long. We need to find a way out.”

You nod, trying to quell the panic rising within you. The sound of gunfire echoes in the distance, making your heart race even faster. “What about Mia and Jake?” you ask, glancing around the room for any means of escape.

“They’ll find us,” Nicholas assures you, but the uncertainty in his eyes suggests otherwise. “We need to stick together and keep our heads low. If we’re caught…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, and the weight of his unspoken words hangs in the air. You take a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins, your mind racing with possible scenarios.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching, heavy and purposeful. Nicholas immediately stiffens, pulling you closer to him as you both press against the wall, hearts pounding in unison.

The door rattles as someone outside tries to force it open, and you feel a rush of fear. Nicholas’s grip on your arm tightens, and you can feel the tension radiating off him as he weighs the options.

“On three, we bolt for the window,” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. “We have to make it outside. Ready?”

You nod, your throat dry as you swallow hard, adrenaline surging through your body. “One… two… three!”

With that, you both rush towards the window, pushing aside the heavy drapes. You glance back at the door just as it bursts open, revealing a group of armed men storming into the room.

“Now!” Nicholas shouts, and you leap through the window, hitting the ground hard. The cool night air hits your skin, invigorating and terrifying all at once.

You roll to your feet, adrenaline flooding your senses as you take off running, Nicholas right behind you. The sound of shouts and gunfire reverberates through the mansion, propelling you forward as you dart into the darkness of the garden.

“Over here!” Nicholas directs, leading you through a maze of hedges and flowerbeds. You can hear the men shouting, searching for you, their voices growing closer.

Your heart races as you navigate the shadows, and you feel a surge of desperation. “We can’t let them catch us!” you gasp, your legs burning from the effort.

“I know!” Nicholas replies, his breath coming in quick bursts. “We just need to get to the car.”

You follow him through the garden, the moonlight guiding your path as you try to ignore the fear clawing at your chest. Finally, you spot Jake’s car parked at the far end of the property, its engine running and headlights cutting through the darkness.

“Almost there!” Nicholas urges, his voice low but urgent.

You push yourself to run faster, adrenaline spurring you on as you close the distance to the car. Just as you reach the vehicle, you hear footsteps behind you, heavy and relentless.

“Get in!” Jake shouts, throwing open the passenger door. You scramble into the back seat, Nicholas sliding in beside you. Jake takes off the moment the door slams shut, the tires screeching against the gravel as he speeds away from the chaos.

“Did you get everything?” Nicholas asks, turning to Jake, who nods grimly as he glances in the rearview mirror.

“I did, but it was close. I think they might have seen us,” Jake replies, his tone laced with tension.

Nicholas turns to you, concern etched on his face. “Are you alright?”

You nod, but the reality of what just happened begins to sink in. “I’m fine,” you lie, your heart still racing, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. “But what the hell just happened back there?”

“I think they were onto us,” Nicholas explains, his jaw tightening. “Rinaldi’s people must have gotten wind of our presence and decided to make a move.”

“Now what?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady as the adrenaline starts to fade, leaving behind a rush of fatigue and anxiety.

“We need to regroup and figure out our next steps,” Nicholas says. “But first, we need to get to safety. We can’t risk being followed.”

As the car speeds through the winding roads away from the mansion, you feel a mix of relief and anxiety wash over you. You survived the night, but the danger still looms.

After a few tense moments, Jake pulls into a secluded area, parking the car in the shadows. “We should lay low for a bit,” he says, turning to face you both. “I’ll keep watch while you two discuss what’s next.”

“Thanks, Jake,” Nicholas replies, his voice a mix of gratitude and urgency.

As Jake steps out of the car, you turn to Nicholas, who’s staring at you with intensity. “We made it,” you say softly, your heart racing. “But that was way too close.”

Nicholas nods, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. “We’ll figure this out. We have to.” He pauses, his gaze searching yours. “You did amazing tonight. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner.”

A flush of warmth spreads through you at his words, and for a brief moment, the chaos fades, leaving only the connection between the two of you. “I couldn’t have done it without you,” you reply, your voice steady.

Nicholas leans in closer, the air between you charged with an unspoken tension. “We’re in this together now. No turning back.”

You nod, feeling the weight of those words settle between you. In that moment, you understand the truth of your situation—this is more than just a mission; it’s a partnership built on trust, danger, and undeniable chemistry.

As you sit together, the world outside fades into a distant hum, and all you can focus on is the man beside you. The night’s events have forged a bond between you, one that feels both thrilling and terrifying.

After a few moments of silence, you both hear a rustling outside the car. Nicholas’s expression sharpens as he moves to the front seat, signaling for you to stay low.

“Jake,” he whispers, urgency in his tone.

You hold your breath, straining to listen as footsteps approach. The tension thickens, and you can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you.

“Stay here,” Nicholas instructs, his voice low as he slips out of the car. You watch him go, your heart pounding in your chest as the shadows swallow him.

Time seems to stretch as you wait, your mind racing with possibilities. What if they found him? What if—

The door opens suddenly, and Nicholas slides back into the car, his expression intense. “It was just a raccoon. We’re good,” he breathes, a hint of a smile breaking through the tension.

You let out a relieved laugh, the sound tinged with nervousness. “You scared me!”

“Sorry,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “I just want to make sure we’re safe.”

As the weight of the night settles over you, you realize just how much you’ve been through together. The adrenaline rush, the danger—it’s all pushed you closer, and the bond you share is undeniable.

Jake returns to the car, shaking his head with a grin. “All clear,” he announces, settling back into the driver’s seat.

“Let’s get out of here,” Nicholas says, his tone shifting to serious once more.

As you drive away from the chaos, the adrenaline finally begins to wear off, leaving a comfortable silence in the car. The night’s events swirl in your mind, and you can’t shake the feeling that you’re standing on the precipice of something life-changing.

Finally, as the dark roads unfold ahead of you, you turn to Nicholas, your heart full of questions. “What’s next for us?”

He meets your gaze, his eyes steady and unwavering. “We regroup, gather our intel, and come up with a new plan. But I want you to know… whatever happens, I’m not letting you go.”

You feel a rush of warmth at his words, a mix of excitement and fear. “I’m not going anywhere either,” you reply, your voice firm.

As the night stretches on, you find solace in the uncertainty. You’ve forged a bond in the heat of chaos, and whatever lay ahead, you know you’ll face it together.

With a sense of determination igniting within you, you lean back against the seat, your heart steadying as you prepare for whatever comes next. The storm may have passed, but you know the adventure is just beginning.

The morning sun streamed through the windows of the safe house, casting warm rays across the room. You lay in bed, your body still humming with adrenaline from the chaos of the night before. Nicholas was already awake, standing by the window with his arms crossed, a silhouette against the golden light. The tension that had filled the air last night lingered, but now there was a sense of calm settling over you both.

“Good morning,” you said softly, stretching and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Nicholas turned, his expression softening as he caught your gaze.

“Morning,” he replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I was just thinking about our next move.”

You sat up, the sheets slipping down to your waist as you focused on him. “What are we looking at?”

Nicholas stepped closer, his brow furrowed with determination. “We need to regroup with Jake and come up with a plan. We’ve got leads on the Rinaldi organization, and we can’t let this chance slip away.”

Your heart raced at the thought of diving back into danger, but the adrenaline that accompanied the thrill of the chase also excited you. “What do you have in mind?”

He leaned against the dresser, crossing his arms as he considered his next words. “We have a contact who can provide intel. They’re in a position to help us infiltrate the organization’s inner circle. But it’s risky, and I need you to be ready for anything.”

“I’m ready,” you asserted, the conviction in your voice surprising even yourself.

Nicholas’s gaze held yours, and for a moment, you felt the weight of everything you’d been through together. “I trust you,” he said, his voice steady. “But we have to be cautious. If Rinaldi catches wind of us again…”

You nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. “I won’t let you down.”

With a quick nod, he stepped back and started pacing the room. “We should meet Jake at the diner across town. It’s a low-key place, and we can talk strategy without drawing attention.”

“Okay, let’s get ready,” you replied, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you slipped out of bed. You dressed quickly, your mind racing with the possibilities that lay ahead.

A short while later, you and Nicholas drove to the diner, the familiar streets of the city providing a sense of comfort amidst the chaos. As you pulled into the parking lot, you spotted Jake sitting at a booth near the back, a cup of coffee in hand. He looked up and smiled as you approached.

“Good to see you two,” he said, motioning for you to sit. “I was starting to think you’d slept in.”

Nicholas took a seat across from Jake while you slid into the booth next to him. “What’s the latest?” Nicholas asked, his tone all business.

Jake leaned in, lowering his voice. “I spoke to our contact last night. They’re willing to meet us, but it’s going to be a delicate situation. Rinaldi’s men are everywhere, and they can’t afford to be seen with us.”

“Where do we meet?” you asked, the anticipation building within you.

“At an old warehouse by the docks,” Jake replied. “It’s secluded, but we’ll need to be careful. We’ll meet them at dusk to avoid detection.”

Nicholas glanced at you, his expression serious. “We’ll need a plan for getting in and out. We can’t let them see our faces.”

“Agreed,” you said, your pulse quickening. The thought of facing the organization head-on sent a rush of adrenaline through you.

As you discussed the details of the plan, a sense of camaraderie filled the air. You were in this together, ready to face whatever came your way.

After finishing your coffee, you left the diner, the sun now high in the sky. The atmosphere felt charged, as if the world itself was aware of the impending confrontation.

Back at the safe house, you and Nicholas prepared for the mission. You checked your gear, ensuring you had everything you needed. The air was thick with tension, the anticipation of what was to come hanging between you.

“Are you ready?” Nicholas asked, his voice low as he approached you, standing close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him.

“More than ready,” you replied, meeting his gaze. There was something unspoken in the air between you—a mix of fear, excitement, and an undeniable connection that had formed during the chaos of your recent adventures.

He reached out, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “No matter what happens tonight, remember that I’m here with you.”

His touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you nodded, feeling a surge of determination. “We’ll get through this together.”

As the sun began to set, you made your way to the warehouse. The streets grew quieter, the shadows lengthening as the sky turned a deep shade of blue. Your heart raced with anticipation, the weight of the mission pressing down on you.

Nicholas parked the car a few blocks away, and you both approached the warehouse on foot. The air was thick with tension, and you could feel the electricity between you, the gravity of the moment intensifying as you neared your destination.

“Stay close,” Nicholas whispered, his hand brushing against yours as you navigated through the shadows. You could hear the sound of voices drifting from inside the warehouse, a mix of laughter and the clinking of bottles, indicating that Rinaldi’s men were already there.

Peering through a grimy window, you spotted your contact, a wiry man with sharp features and an air of confidence. He was seated at a table, flanked by two guards who looked all too aware of their surroundings.

“Looks like they’re ready,” Nicholas murmured, his tone tense. “We’ll have to go in and make sure we get the intel without raising alarms.”

“Let’s do this,” you replied, determination flooding your veins. You stepped back from the window, ready to put your plan into action.

As you and Nicholas slipped through the entrance, the atmosphere shifted. The dim light cast eerie shadows on the walls, and the voices inside grew louder. You could see the guards stationed near the entrance, their eyes scanning the area, unaware of your presence.

Nicholas motioned for you to follow him as he led you to a side entrance, which had been left slightly ajar. You slipped inside, adrenaline surging through you.

Inside the warehouse, the tension was palpable. The man you were meant to meet sat casually, his demeanor relaxed despite the surroundings. As you approached, he looked up, his expression shifting to surprise.

“Who are you?” he demanded, his voice low and suspicious.

“Nicholas Alexander,” Nicholas replied smoothly, stepping forward with confidence. “We need to talk about Rinaldi.”

The man’s eyes narrowed, weighing the situation. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous.”

“We know,” you interjected, your heart racing. “But we have intel that could help take him down. We need your help.”

He hesitated, glancing back at the guards. You could feel the tension building, the urgency of your situation pressing down on you.

“Alright,” he finally said, motioning for you to sit. “But we need to be quick. Rinaldi’s men are everywhere, and if they catch wind of this…”

As he spoke, you felt a sense of hope mingling with the adrenaline coursing through your veins. This was it—this was your chance to turn the tide against the organization that had caused so much chaos in your lives.

The man shared the intel, detailing Rinaldi’s operations and his connections within the city. Every piece of information he provided felt like a step closer to victory, igniting a fire within you.

Nicholas listened intently, nodding along as the man spoke. You could see the gears turning in his mind as he processed the information, strategizing how to move forward.

Just as the conversation reached a crucial point, a loud crash echoed from the entrance, followed by shouts. The guards sprang to attention, and the atmosphere shifted instantly.

“Rinaldi’s men!” the contact shouted, panic etched across his face.

“Get down!” Nicholas ordered, pulling you behind a stack of crates as chaos erupted. You could hear footsteps approaching, the sound of men shouting, their voices laced with aggression.

“Stay here,” Nicholas instructed, his eyes fierce as he prepared to confront the threat. You wanted to argue, to insist that you could help, but you knew better than to challenge him now.

“Be careful,” you whispered, your heart racing as he moved toward the entrance, determination radiating from him.

As you crouched behind the crates, you could feel the tension building in the air. The sounds of chaos grew louder, and you strained to catch glimpses of the commotion outside.

The fight broke out in earnest, the sound of fists striking flesh and the clatter of bodies hitting the ground ringing in your ears. You held your breath, your pulse racing as you waited for Nicholas to return.

After what felt like an eternity, the commotion began to die down. You peered around the crates, catching sight of Nicholas as he fought his way back toward you, his expression fierce but focused.

“Let’s go!” he shouted, urgency in his voice as he reached for your hand.

You scrambled out from behind the crates, heart pounding as you followed him through the chaos. Rinaldi’s men were closing in, and you could feel the adrenaline surging through your veins.

As you sprinted toward the exit, you could hear the sounds of chaos behind you, but you didn’t dare look back. Your focus was solely on escaping, on getting to safety with Nicholas by your side.

The adrenaline surged through your veins, propelling you forward as you and Nicholas burst out of the warehouse into the cool night air. The streets were dark, shadows dancing under the dim streetlights, but there was no time to stop and catch your breath.

“Over here!” Nicholas shouted, leading you down an alleyway that veered away from the commotion. Your heart raced, not just from the run, but from the danger that was still so palpable in the air. You could hear the sounds of pursuit echoing behind you—shouts, the sound of feet pounding against the pavement, and the unmistakable clinking of weapons.

You followed Nicholas, your mind racing. He glanced back at you, determination etched into his features. “Keep moving! We have to lose them!”

As you turned a corner, the narrow alley opened up into a slightly wider street, and you skidded to a stop. Nicholas pulled you behind a dumpster, both of you crouching low. Your heart thudded in your chest as you listened, straining to catch any sounds of pursuit.

“They’ll be searching the alleys,” Nicholas whispered, his breath warm against your ear. “We need to find a way to throw them off our scent.”

“Can we get to the car?” you suggested, glancing around for a way to escape.

“It’s too risky,” he replied, shaking his head. “We need to think. They’ll be expecting us to run straight for it.”

As you crouched there, a plan began to form in your mind. “What if we double back and head toward the old subway entrance? We could take the train and get out of the area.”

Nicholas’s eyes lit up with approval. “Good thinking. Let’s move.”

You waited a moment longer to ensure the coast was clear before slipping out from behind the dumpster. You ran together through the shadows, your footsteps soft against the pavement. The streets were empty, an eerie stillness settling over the night as you approached the subway entrance, hidden behind a crumbling brick wall.

Reaching the entrance, you pushed open the rusty door, and a musty scent greeted you. The dim light flickered above, illuminating the graffiti-covered walls as you descended the worn steps into the underground station.

“Stay close,” Nicholas warned, his tone serious. The air felt cooler down here, a stark contrast to the heat of the chase above.

You nodded, your senses heightened. The shadows seemed to dance around you as you moved deeper into the station, the faint sound of dripping water echoing through the tunnels.

Nicholas pulled out his phone, the screen lighting up the dark space. “We need to check the train schedule,” he said, swiping through the app quickly. “There’s a train coming in about ten minutes.”

You both settled on a bench, trying to catch your breath. The silence was thick, and you could still feel the adrenaline coursing through your body.

“Nicholas…” you began, but he cut you off.

“Are you okay?” His eyes searched yours, concern etched into his features.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, though you could feel your heart still racing from the earlier chaos. “But what happens next? Once we get on that train?”

He took a moment, leaning back against the cold metal of the bench. “We need to lay low for a while, regroup, and then plan our next move. I want to make sure you’re safe.”

His protectiveness wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, but it also sparked a question in your mind. “What about you? You’ve been putting yourself in danger for me. I don’t want you to risk everything.”

Nicholas looked at you, and for a moment, the weight of everything hung in the air between you. “I can’t just walk away, not now. I’ve already dragged you into this. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

You nodded, the warmth of his words wrapping around your heart. “I appreciate that, but I’m not just some damsel in distress. I want to help. I need to be part of this.”

“I know you do,” he replied, his voice low and intense. “But this is dangerous. I can’t guarantee your safety.”

His words sparked a fire within you. “I’ve faced danger before, Nicholas. I won’t sit on the sidelines while you fight this battle alone.”

Nicholas studied you for a moment, and you could see the conflict in his eyes. Finally, he exhaled, a resigned smile tugging at his lips. “Okay. We’ll do this together. But we need to be careful. If we’re going to take down Rinaldi, we can’t afford any mistakes.”

The sound of a train approaching filled the tunnel, and you both stood, adrenaline rushing through your veins again. The distant rumble of the engine grew louder, and soon the lights illuminated the dark tunnel as the train screeched to a stop in front of you.

As the doors slid open, Nicholas stepped onto the train first, gesturing for you to follow. You slipped inside, the cool metal feeling solid beneath your feet. The interior was dimly lit, with only a few other passengers scattered throughout the car, unaware of the danger that lingered just beneath the surface.

You settled into a seat near the back, keeping your eyes on the door, while Nicholas took a spot beside you, his body tense and alert.

As the train pulled away from the station, the city lights blurred into streaks of color outside the window. The familiar scenery gave way to the underbelly of the city, and the sense of safety began to settle over you.

“This isn’t over,” Nicholas said quietly, his eyes focused on the window as the city raced past. “We have to stay vigilant. Rinaldi won’t stop until he finds us.”

“I know,” you replied, your heart racing at the thought. “But at least we’re one step closer.”

He turned to you, a spark of admiration in his gaze. “You’ve got guts, you know that?”

A smile crept onto your lips. “Just trying to keep up with you.”

The train rumbled on, the air thick with unspoken tension and excitement. You could feel the connection between you strengthening, solidified by the danger that lurked just outside the train car.

As you rode in silence, the journey ahead felt uncertain, but one thing was clear: whatever came next, you were in it together. You would face the darkness head-on, ready to fight for your future, and ready to protect each other.

The train continued its journey, carrying you both toward the unknown, but also toward hope—a chance for a new beginning away from the shadows, and a step closer to the future you both wanted.

As the train rounded a corner and the city slipped further into the distance, you stole a glance at Nicholas. He was focused, but there was a flicker of warmth in his eyes.

"Come here," he murmured, pulling you into a tight embrace. His hands roamed your back, tracing the curve of your spine. You could feel his heart beating against your chest, synchronizing with your own.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his hands moving to cup your face. He kissed you again, this time with a hunger that matched your own. You moaned softly, your hands clutching at his shirt.

He broke the kiss, his breath ragged. "Let's go to the private coupé," he said, leading you by the hand.

The bedroom was bathed in a soft glow from the  lamp. You sat on the edge of the bench, your eyes locked onto his as he undressed, revealing his muscular frame. You could see the outline of his cock through his boxers, and you licked your lips, anticipating what was to come.

He smirked, noticing your gaze. "Like what you see?" he asked, his voice laced with desire.

"Yes," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper.

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch your thigh. He slowly moved his hand up, his fingers brushing against your pussy through your jeans. You gasped, your hips bucking slightly.

"You're wet," he murmured, his fingers tracing the seam of your jeans. "I can feel how much you want me."

You nodded, your breath coming in short gasps. He unbuttoned your jeans, his fingers slipping inside to stroke your clit. You moaned, your head falling back.

"That feels so good," you whispered.

He pulled your jeans down, his fingers continuing to stroke your clit. You were so wet, your juices coating his fingers. He slipped a finger inside you, and you moaned loudly, your hips moving in sync with his hand.

"You're so tight," he said, his voice rough. He added another finger, stretching you and making you moan even louder.

You pulled him closer, your hands fumbling with his boxers. He helped you, pushing them down and freeing his cock. You wrapped your hand around it, stroking slowly. He groaned, his hips thrusting into your hand.

"Fuck, that feels good," he muttered.

He pushed you back onto the bed, his body covering yours. He kissed you again, his cock rubbing against your clit. You could feel the tip of it, hot and hard, and you wriggled against him, trying to get him inside you.

He chuckled, his lips moving to your neck. "Not yet," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "I want to taste you first."

He moved down your body, his tongue tracing a path down your stomach. He spread your legs, his fingers continuing to stroke your clit as his tongue found your pussy. He licked you slowly, savoring your taste. You moaned, your hands fisting the sheets.

"Oh, God," you whispered. "That feels amazing."

He flicked his tongue against your clit, making you cry out. He sucked on it, his fingers sliding in and out of you. You could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing.

Come for me," he commanded, his voice muffled against your pussy.

You did, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out your orgasm until you were a panting, quivering mess.

He moved up your body, his cock poised at your entrance. He looked into your eyes as he slowly pushed inside you. You moaned, your arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer.

"You feel so good," he whispered, his hips moving slowly.

You nodded, your eyes locked onto his. "Don't stop," you begged.

He picked up the pace, his hips moving faster. You could feel every inch of him, filling you completely. You wrapped your legs around him, your heels digging into his ass, urging him on.

Harder," you whispered, your voice hoarse.

He obliged, his hips slamming into yours. You could feel him hitting your G-spot, and you knew you were close to another orgasm. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back as you rode out the waves of pleasure.

He groaned, his body tensing as he came. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you, his hot cum filling you. You moaned, your body convulsing one last time as your own orgasm swept through you.

He collapsed on top of you, his body slick with sweat. You held him tightly, your heart beating in sync with his.

"That was...incredible," you whispered.

He smiled, his lips brushing against yours. "It was," he agreed.

You lay there, basking in the afterglow, your bodies entwined. The world outside might be tumultuous, but in that moment, everything felt right. Together, you were ready to face whatever came next.

[vaguesxrrow]

can u plsss write one about charles with an american reader? like the inspo is the olivia rodrigo song so american lol. like maybe him making fun of her accent and her doing the and back and like the differences between the two cultures?

ACTUALLY INSANEEE bc right before seeing this i was singing that song in my head (i dont listen to olivia but i probably should tbh). alsoo i wasn't sure if you wanted a fic or hcs, so i kind of made a 2 in 1. hope you dont mind! xx

a/n: im not american nor british and ive never been to the usa or the uk... so excuse any inaccuracies pleaseee

tags: g!n reader, american!reader, alive!reader

you shivered and exhaled sharply, your breath misting out in front of you. the moment you stepped outside, you knew you should have piled on more layers, but edwin had been eager in whisking everyone out the door to carry out an investigation for your current case.

you burrowed closer to charles. obviously, he couldn't provide any real body heat, but being near him was a boost in morale to keep going despite the temperature.

"alright?" he asked, putting an arm across your shoulders.

"i should've put on more layers," you grumbled.

charles laughed as he kissed the top of your head. "you can have my jacket."

shaking your head, you declined. "it's fine, it's not that cold. and besides, i wouldn't want to strip you of your british glory and your british coat."

charles snorted. "so it's my british glory, now? who was the one making fun of my accent literally just yesterday?"

"litch-rally," you parroted, grinning. "why is it that all your t's turn into ch's?"

"hey, you're one to talk - what is it you were ordering at the restaurant yesterday? a glass of wa-der, was it?"

"bite me, charles."

he raised his jacket up and engulfed you with it in a bear hug. you shrieked with laughter and wriggled in his hold, but didn't protest when he demanded you hold your arms out so he could put the jacket on you.

"what are you, a soccer player? i thought i was your [boy/girlfriend/partner], not your competition," you teased.

"soccer?" he mocked, outraged. "soccer? it's football, mate."

"mate?" you scoffed incredulously, although you were smiling. "way to friendzone me after months of dating."

"oh, come on, you know you could never get rid of me." charles pulled you in again, this time by your hand. "and for the record, you look cute wearing my clothes."

a few beats of silence, in which you two looked at each other with similar expressions of fondness and exasperation.

"yeah, okay, now get away from me, you victorian fossil." you shoved him playfully, and sprinted away to catch up with the other three. niko waved you over, giggling at charles, who was jogging to keep up.

"victorian fossil? i grew up in the 80s!" he exclaimed. "you know this!"

⌦ ---

- you do know very well that charles grew up in the 80s - you frequently ask him what it was like back then, because naturally, you'd take an interest in your boyfriend's life

- however, charles loves how you're genuinely interested, and get how watching times change can feel a bit lonely for him sometimes

- you're a great listener when it comes to this (which you think you should be greatly accredited for; charles' good looks can be very distracting at times)

- imagine: you and charles in your room as he looks around, inspecting the decor you have on display as he rambles about life in the 80s

- he tells you about a huge movie premiere he went to:

- charles: "get this, right - a ridiculously long line outside the movie theatre. the weather is absolutely miserable, and so are the people. no one's talking at all. i think everyone was just hungry - i saw this lady have tea delivered.

- you: 'i keep forgetting you have stuff like tea times. and did everyone really have the patience to wait for that long, in silence?'

- charles, with a fake american accent: yeah, dude. in silence.

- you throw a pillow at him.

- you also like telling hilariously bad jokes relating to his accent

- you: psst. charles.

- he turns towards you, already expecting another jab at his british-ness

- you: what day do british people eat the most?

- charles, in a deadpan: what day.

- you: chewsday, innit-

- he yells 'NOPE' and walks through the wall, leaving you to wheeze-laugh on your own

[yourmamakira]

Colby Brock as your boyfriend

On investigations

Bf!Colby on investigations, and just with you as his s/o in general

You/yours || Use of ‘Girlfriend’ & ‘Wife’— Genre: Sickening fluff

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who packs you snacks for the investigations so you won’t go hungry while filming

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who insures your within eye range to make sure you’re safe at all times

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who never forgets to ask “are you okay?” If you’re ever too scared or too quiet

If you’re the camera person, ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who always makes faces at the camera to get you to laugh, or flirts with the camera and looks you in the eye for fun

If you and Colby live together, ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who makes sure to be extra cautious of brining home attachments and spirits

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who’s always touching you one way or the other, might it be his hand on your back, his arm around our shoulders, your hand in his, his hand in your back pocket. Physical contact is a MUST between y’all two

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who literally dose NOT play on investigations when it comes to you. I’m talking this man goes FERAL if you disappear for even a second to long.

“Yo, where tf is Y/n??!”

“I’m right behind you!”

“Oh, PHEW!”

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who will call you pet names every hour of the day in front of anyone. He doesn’t care, he loves letting people know you’re his and he’s yours.

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who holds your hand, or will put your body against his if anything gets to scary for you.

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who fucking LOVES. I mean LOVES. Bringing you up any chance he gets.

“yeah my girlfriend lol”.

“I miss my gf :(“

“Oh you mean Y/N? MY Y/N? The love of my life, my future wife and the Bain of my existence, Y/N??”

NSFW

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who fucks you any place and anywhere just because

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who shamelessly leaves hickeys on the most visible places on your body, like your neck, your arms, your ass cheeks or your thighs when you’re wearing a short skirt or dress…

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who gives you that look on investigations that means “just wait until we get back to the hotel.” That can sometimes be picked up by the camera if he doesn’t hide it well enough. And comments like

“Omg, Colby’s Literally giving Y/N Fuck me eyes???”

All the time and it makes the two of you laugh because they’re always true.

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who absolutely alliterates your pussy the day before an investigation to get his nerves out, and then the following days after that to blow off steam of scary stuff as well.

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who DEFINITELY talks you through Sex, and I mean every step of the way. Just sweet babbling from the both of you. Just know it’s never quiet.

Anyways I ran out of ideas and wrote this after I woke up from a good ass nap, like this post, follow me and request something else for me to write ig. — Kira

NOT PROOFREAD !

[empressofthewind]

what makes you think that mello doesn't want near dead? i think so too but I'm not entirely sure

Great question!! I have a lot of explanations for this.

There are two main practical reasons why Near dying would be catastrophic for Mello. Firstly, Mello and Near are designed such that they are stronger together, and functionally cannot succeed without the other. People generally understand that Near couldn't have caught Kira without Mello, but I think a lot of people miss the fact that actually neither of them could've done really anything without each other. Mello used a spy in the SPK to establish that Kira's weapon of choice was a notebook, which kicked off his plan to hunt the book down. Near used Mello's information after the explosion to determine that there was a Shinigami attached to the notebook, and that the 13-day rule was fake. Mello used Near to investigate Mogi, and subsequently, when that fell through, used Lidner to access Near's information about everything except the exact identity of X-Kira. Then, of course, Near needed Mello to kidnap Takada and subsequently reveal the true location of the Death Note. It's very much a back-and-forth, and even if Mello doesn't necessarily accept the idea that they can achieve more when working together, he definitely seems to understand that he needs Near to get ahead in some capacity. Dead Near = no information.

Secondly, there's the fact that Mello's entire motivation is to catch Kira before Near. I could talk about this extensively but I think, at its core, this is pretty straightforward. Mello wants a satisfying victory, and it doesn't really work if there's no one left alive for him to beat. There's a possibility that he could catch Kira on his own, but what would be the point of that if no one else he deems a worthy competitor is even trying to? He doesn't want handouts. He doesn't want a win by default. He wants to win fair and square, against a rival who is alive and well and in his right mind. Dead Near = no competition.

Then on a more emotional note - and this might be slightly more speculative but - it really doesn't seem to me like Mello actually hates Near??? When he talks to or about Near, it's either focused largely on himself/his personal desire to prove himself ("I'm always number two... no matter how hard I try..."; "I'll be number one") or actually pretty positive stuff about Near being better than him ("Near will calmly and unemotionally solve the puzzle"; "I know you're good at that stuff"). This is not to say that he likes Near either, but rather that he recognises that Near is very skilled in his own right, and what drives him is specifically proving that he himself is just as, if not more, skilled than Near. This makes more sense to me than him having a genuine vendetta against Near as a person and wanting him to suffer. He flies off the handle and aims a gun at Near when he feels like Near is treating him as a pawn, but by the end of that scene, he's smirking and talking about "waiting for [Near]" at the finish line, which seems like a weird thing to say to someone you a) were genuinely trying to kill a moment ago, and b) still actively want dead. I think this was a knee-jerk reaction to a phrase that struck a nerve and made him feel disrespected, rather than a legitimate assassination attempt.

I feel like to really understand Mello's feelings towards Near, you have to understand where they come from in the first place, and it's not because he feels Near has done wrong by him. It's not because he finds Near generally annoying or unpleasant to be around. It's because he was raised as a potential successor to L, and he hinges his self-worth on the notion of becoming L. While L was alive, his metric for success was to be personally chosen by him, but since L died without ever choosing, Mello set a new objective that would determine who is most worthy. Try to solve the one case that L couldn't, and whoever could do that first would win. So I think his goal actually has a lot less to do with Near as a person and a lot more to do with Near as a symbol, for all he represents and the ways in which his existence shapes Mello's own self-perception. With all this in mind, there's actually no explicit reason for him to want Near dead. For L and Light, the rules of their game were such that the winner would be the survivor. For Mello and Near, their game relies on both of them being alive.

My final note about all of this is that Near is pretty insistent that Mello doesn't want him dead ("If you want to shoot me, shoot"; "Mello wouldn't try to kill me"). Near demonstrates a very deep and accurate understanding of the intricacies of Mello's motivations, so I feel like that counts for something, too.

[hearts4werka]

The Devil Herself

Summary: You’re the famous Ghostface killer in the town of Boston while your ex-bodyguard Christopher is also an FBI agent investigating your murders, you overhear his conversation with his mother about a set up date with another woman so you decide to pay the woman a little visit after the date… Genre: Horror, slasher, age gap (it’s not a big one), female killer, obsessive stalker, crime investigation, The FBI, arranged date Warnings: This fic contains darker themes that may trigger some readers like gore, kidnapping, acts of torture, illegal possession of various of dangerous weapons ( don’t do this irl ) obsessive female!character, cursing, murder, detaching-limbs. Read At Your Own Risk! authors note: this turned out wayyy longer than I expected it to. I started to write this last night still kinda shocked how I finished it in one day. I’m already writing pt.2 to Missing and need to finish that but here’s a long Chris fic for while you guys wait for it. There might be a pt.2 to this too but I have to see if y’all will want one. Hope you enjoy!

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

The Halloween season is right around the corner and I’ll have to do some work to set the atmosphere for the lovely town I’ve been slashing for couple of good years.

I am called ‘The Ghostface killer’ around this town, known mostly for the gruesome crime scenes I create which I’m proud to said in know for that, how I always manage to cover up any evidence that could lead to discovering my identity.

There’s been many before me, some were better some worse. Dating back almost centuries, I can say I’ve been through some stuff in the past. I don’t want to get into detail with it but let’s just say I’m on a revenge mission, murdering and torturing the people who’ve hurt me in the past.

But there’s a little problem flowing in my mind… my ex-bodyguard, Christopher.

He’s an FBI Agent, often a bodyguard or guarding something. The FBI are currently investigating ‘The Ghostface Killer Crimes’ how do I know? Oh it’s obviously because I stalked him, unfortunately I also found out some unpleasant things too.

His mother has set up him with another women for a date. And it’s fucking tonight.

I may have hacked into his chat logs as well and overheard him and his mother talking over the phone when I was just watching him on the cameras with sound recorders I’ve installed along with the cameras.

As much as I try to let go of him, when I manage get him out of my mind and focus on other things at hand he just latched onto my brain and messes with it, just coming back each time like a boomerang.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

I’m getting ready to discretely stalk Christopher’s date, dressing up normally but keeping my mask on me since I’ll be doing some dirty work today and I can’t get blood on my beautiful face, can I? But mostly to hide my real identity from her.

I walk into my closet, picking out a black corset along with some matching black jeans that make my body look amazing together with the corset, I want her to see something pleasant to look at before she will go out.

Adding the finishing touches such as jewelry, a black leather jacket draping it over my shoulders and black boots I glance over at the mirror of my bathroom and fix my hair. I almost feel like I’m getting ready for a date to which I chuckle internally at the fact I’m going out for a completely different reason. ( outfit here )

I grab my bag off the bathroom counter it was sitting on, walking over to a big black duffel bag dropped on my bed I pick out what weapons I would like to use today.

Picking the classic and iconic knife along with a small electric saw but also a gun for extra fun, I shove the gun into a hidden pocket in the leather jacket and drop the knife and saw in the bag of today’s choice.

Inside of the bag already resides my phone, a digital camera I take pictures of my beautifully gruesome crime scenes and of my victims for little pieces of memories.

After I’m done preparing, I make sure everything is in place and locked as I finally walk out of the house.

Time to start this little shitshow

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Im in my car, sitting in front of a fancy restaurant the date was planned at with my laptop sitting my lap, watching them through the restaurants cameras I’ve managed to hack into. People really need to make their security devises have a stronger protection because this was easier than I thought it would be.

My blood boils with jealousy as she reaches out with a napkin in her hand to wipe off a piece of the food they’re eating that got left on his upper lip. If she puts her hands on him again, I’ll cut the motherfuckers off and give them to him if he continues to allow it.

He’s very aware of having a person stalking him but he doesn’t know who it is even being an FBI agent he couldn’t simply figure out who it is, I grab my phone out of my bag and open the messages app. Typing out a simple text I send it over to him and watch him on the cameras for his reaction.

Me : Is someone running off with other women? Keep having her hands all over you and you’ll see what happens next.

Seeing him excuse himself to check the message on his phone I’ve sent, a look of horror and caution creeps into his features as he looks around nervously but he hides them with a tight smile from the woman that’s completely oblivious of what the message contained nor why he suddenly changed in demeanor.

For the rest of the night, he avoided her touch as much as he could but slip ups did occur. At the end of the date he cautiously walked her back to her car, I was parked not far away from her so I saw everything with my eyes. When they say their goodbyes she leans in and places a gentle kiss on his cheek before getting into her car and proceed to drive away.

He returns to his own car and just sits there lost in thought, the look on his face etched into his features, more evident now that he’s alone. After a few minutes he starts the car and drives away.

Now it’s time for the fun part to start.

I tracked the woman’s home address before they went on the date and found out all of the basic knowledge about her without unnecessarily digging too deep, putting her home address into the gps now it’s finally my time to drive off.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

After a while of driving I finally reach my destination and park in front of an old-money house thats a pretty good size for someone who lives alone. Looks like mommy and daddy’s wealth payed off for her.

I have a feeling she’ll be fun to torture.

I grab my bag with all of the supplies I need and get out of the car in one swift open of a door, walking around the car I face the trunk. Opening it I take out a cloth along with a small bottle of sedative.

Popping the cap off the bottle I pour some of it onto the cloth, glancing around the containments of my trunk if I won’t need anything else, grabbing my signature mask as the last item I need and slide it over my head now concealing my face.

With one efficient and swift move I close the trunk and finally head towards her house, time to do some breaking in now, put the bitch to sleep and drive her to my house. After I’m done with that I’ll have some good old fun with her.

Going through the back door that thankfully was left open behind I quietly enter the building, checking if anything besides me is lurking in the dark shadows covering her house and find nothing, no sign of any animals too to which I sigh in relief. I really hate killing peoples animals. ( don’t actually kill animals irl )

I slyly maneuver my way through the darkness and up the stairs, them creaking as if I’m in a horror movie. Getting up the creaky ass stairs I see light coming out of one of the rooms, assuming that’s where she’s currently located I decide to put more of the sedative on the cloth in my hand to make sure she doesn’t wake up during the ride back to my house.

Scanning the surrounding area I can’t help but wonder if she left the door unlocked, she does live alone so no one could technically get into her house and into the bathroom while she’s in there, right?

As I come closer to the bathroom my ears suddenly get assaulted by music coming out from the slightly opened bathroom door, she has shit taste in music.

Creeping up to the bathroom door I widen the open hole with my hand as quietly as possible to not draw any sudden unwanted attention to it.

I take a small peak inside and see the shadow of her figure through the shower curtains she’s concealed behind, thinking this is gonna be easier than I thought I slowly enter the room and make my way towards the shower.

Pulling open the curtain my eyes are met with my target being completely nude while water rains onto her naked body from the shower head secured to the wall in front of her.

Without giving her anytime for further reaction than the horror slowly spreading across her features I slap the cloth over her mouth to muffle her screams pouring out of her mouth.

When she falls asleep I get her out of the shower and put the clothes she left in the bathroom onto her body, tossing her over my shoulder again I carry her back to my car and drop her into the backseat.

I drive off from under her house and on the path back to my house.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

We arrive at my house and I check into the backseat to see if she’s woken up.

“Still knocked out.”

I exit the car and take her out of the backseat, tossing her over my shoulder again and carry her into my basement or how I like to call it ‘The secret layer of crime’

Walking down the stairs and underground I drop her from my shoulder and into a bloody wooden chair in the middle of my basement or torture chamber, tying her down to it with a thick rope that was sitting next to it on a small wooden stool so she doesn’t get away when she finally wakes up.

Next to the chair is a white plastic table with various torture weapons I usually can’t carry around with me, opening my bag I dump out the weapons I took with me earlier.

I wait for her to wake up because I need her to be fully conscious during the whole process, I’m gonna make this painful for her. Mentally and physically.

After a few minutes of waiting she finally regains her consciousness and looks at me with the same horror on her face as when I took her, she tried to scream but realizes her mouth is ceiled shut with a cloth taped to her mouth.

A sinister laugh rumbles in my throat at her desperate tries to pry her way free or scream for help, this basement is sound proof so no one will hear her even in the slightest mumble.

“Oh are you trying to escape? You poor little thing, how sad.” I say with mockery lacing my tone, my eyes settle down on the table full of weapons and her eyes follow right behind, her horror spreading further and becoming more evident.

She violently shakes to try and loosen the thick rope she’s secured with tightly to the chair, grabbing a knife off the table I walk over to her. My shoes creating echoing foot step sounds that bounce around the walls of the basement.

Leaning down and getting up close to her face I raise the knife to her jawline and slowly trace it, the cold blade leaving goosebumps behind its path.

Her eyes become glassy and tears roll down her cheeks, a smirk spreads across my face at the beautiful sight of her being scared.

“You know why you’re here?” I ask, knowing I won’t get a clear answer out of her, the cause of it being the cloth taped to her mouth.

Shaking her head negatively, meaning she’s saying no and I become amused by not having a lack of an answer from her as I expected. She’s really desperate to stay alive, how pathetic.

“Well you don’t have to know but let’s just say you might be loosing some limbs today, hm?”

Her eyes widen at my sudden statement as her horrified state intensifies along with her desperate tries to escape, the sight is complete gold or a rare find that can only be dug up deep in the cold mines.

I slide a small stool with some blood covering the surface of it and place it under one of her hands, extending my hand behind me onto the weapon table I grab the mini electric saw.

Without hesitation I flip it on and it starts up with a roar, bringing the circling saw blade to her wrist and saw right down which detaches her hand from her arm. Blood sprays out from her arm and onto my clothes and everything around it as I take the severed hand and place it onto the weapon table.

Grabbing the stool and putting it where her other hand is and copy the same procedure of detaching the hand as on the other.

When that’s done I put the new severed hand next to its sister on the weapon table along with the now blood-covered saw. She’ll die a slow, painful and torturous death after I’m done with her.

I hover my hand over the weapon table and select a weapon at random, I grab onto something long and sharp, knowing what it is already I grasp the leather handle of it and bring the blade to her neck, slicing it open but not enough to kill her yet.

Putting the weapon down back onto the weapon table I walk over to a chest and open it, taking out a small carboard box among different body bags, trash bags and gloves I’ve left in here because I was too lazy to throw it out.

I close the chest and place the box on top of it, walking back to the weapon table I grab the severed hands and then go back to the box and neatly place them inside.

Thinking of what to add to it I decide or grab my camera from my bag I dropped onto the ground after taking out the weapons I took with me earlier I take a picture of the tortured and slowly dying woman on the chair. Just a little memory for him to remember.

I take the Polaroid out of the camera and grab the knife off the table, stabbing into what’s left of her hand to draw some blood onto the blade of it and I write a small letter with it on the back of the Polaroid.

After I’m done with my little letter I return back to the box, closing it and ceiling it shut with some tape I had in my grasp.

Grabbing the box and the Polaroid I exit the basement and go into my car to give Chris a little surprise. By the time I exit the basement the sun is already coming up and starting to illuminate the world.

I drop the box next to me in the passenger seat along with the polaroid and drive off to his house. He should be awake by now since he usually wakes up when the sun comes up.

— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

Arriving at my destiny under his house I take the box with the Polaroid and get out of my car, walking over to the front door of his house I place the box down onto the doormat that has ‘Welcome!’ written across it in black bold letters on a white background.

I neatly place the Polaroid on top of the the box that’s slowly leaking blood from one of the bottom corners and onto the white and black doormat, I ring his doorbell and walk back to my car to drive off from under his house before he saw me.

The note on the back of the Polaroid says is bloody letters.

‘Like running off with other women so much? Here’s a little surprise for you but I’ll say one thing. You are mine and no other woman is allowed to lay your hands on you. Ever again.’

- Your lovely Stalker

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[credince--writes]

I just found your blog and holy shit the size kink fic with König hits different! Your work is so good, I'm glad I stumbled across it!!

I was wondering... Would you be able to do the breeding kink part as a continuation?? Please 🥺 It's totally cool if you're not comfortable with it!!

Ask, and with nearly a month-long wait you shall receive.

Hands (2)

Prompt:

Continuation of the Breeding Kink (mildly) explored in the shower scene of part 1.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - AO3

König x Fem!Reader

Oh, how pitiful.

I mean, look at you.

Look at how you sat there, on that chair in that shitty little office scribbling away at paperwork whiles your eyes came so close to shutting on their own. Drifting off to sleep while you should be working.

Sitting back in your seat and raising your hands to your face, rubbing against your eyes in an attempt to chase away the drowsiness that seemed to be working to glue your eyes shut.

Glancing down, noticing how even your handwriting had started to become sloppier with your drowsiness you decided that yea, sure. You'd accept the defeat against your exhaustion and trudge back to your room.

Setting the pen down, bunching the papers together, and pushing them into a folder to be tucked away for the next morning. Standing from your chair, pushing it in, and turning off the lights to the office you made your way, slowly out into the hallway headed in the direction of your soon-to-be cavern of slumber.

Aka your room with that shitty little cot and the light that made the horrible buzzing sound.

Trying to ignore the few other people buzzing about you couldn't help but try to walk that much quieter as you walked past your boss's door.

There was no way he could see you, the blinds were shut.

Just a few more steps-

The sound of the handle turning and the door sliding open- "Hey! Well, aren't I luck I caught you. Deliver this for me?" Extended in his hand, a folder.

You wanted to tell him to shove it.

You really did.

That awkward, 'i know you're tired but I'm your boss so do what I say' a smile plastered on his face.

You sigh.

Nodding.

Extending your hand out and grabbing the folder, nodding a little bit while he thanks you for glancing down at the paperwork and turning around to begin walking in the new direction to deliver the paperwork.

...

"You've gotta be kidding me."

"Come on."

"Just a little bit more."

"Please?"

"I'm talking to a fucking storage room."

"Who makes these fucking cubbies?" You snarled, leg extended with one awkwardly lifted up and pulling yourself up by your left hand, extending outward trying to stuff the folder in the correct receptacle.

"God- fuck!" Your hand slipping, sending you sliding back, your foot going over your head and sending you tumbling to the ground, landing ass first on the cold cement floor.

You groaned, thankful for the fact no one had been there to see your fall.

The sound of the door pushing open, and a male voice calling out. "Hello? Is everything all the right?"

König.

Your face burned. Shameful, bright red.

And you stayed silent, hoping that by not responding he would simply leave.

So you sat, looking like a dumbfounded puppy with a folder of papers scattered to your side, still awkwardly sitting on your ass with the twinge of pain in your rump from your unruly fall.

But the sounds of his boots against the floor coming closer-

"I'm alright!" You squeaked out.

"Oh, Ärztin." You could hear him exhale, shoulders slightly relaxing as he glanced down at the scene before him. "Why did you not responded to my callings a moment ago?"

"Kind of hoping you shut the door and didn't investigate." You sighed out, awkwardly laughing, tilting your head up to look at him. "As you can see I have had a fall."

"A soldier who would not investigate those sounds has no place here." He scolded lightly. "Now, Ärztin, up you go."

Because you could protest, he reached down, large hands grabbing around your waist. The hands engulfed around your midsection as he lifted you as if you weren't as much as a duffle bag to be tossed over his shoulder while he marched through the halls.

"Oh-" You gasped, suddenly being upright and back pressed against his chest. "Thank you, König." You paused for a moment, looking down and realizing his hands were still wrapped around you, holding you by your midsection, and your back was pressed up against his chest.

"Of course, Shatz." You could hear the smile from under his hood- the snarky little tone dancing around in his smug words. "Now why had you fallen?"

"Just, um. Getting this." You motioned to the folder. "Up there." You motioned to the too-tall cubby.

"Ah, leave it to me." He said, releasing your midsection and grabbing the folder, easily lifting his arm and placing it into the cubicle with no problem.

"Gonna have you file the paperwork from now on." You joked.

"Ah, I prefer my work on the field. Thank you though. Good night." He curtly nodded his head and left as quickly as he had arrived. Leaving you puzzled- embarrassed- and lingering on the feeling of his large hands wrapped around your waist.

...

At this point?

It was not innocent anymore.

Your cheeks burned as you laid back in bed. Hand reaching down past the soft expanse of your tummy and pushing through your waistband.

Just thinking of it being him.

König sliding his hands around your body- feeling you. How his hands could envelop all of your arm, the majority of your thigh, how they slid up against your breasts and one hand completely reached around your fragile little neck.

The light squeeze gives the warning to behave.

Pulling you up into his lap, his legs folded at the knee as he leaned back, pulling your back up against his chest just as he had you lifting you off of the ground. Hand wrapping around your neck and the other hand snaking around and diving down.

The single, large digit would dip between your folds and gently tease at your entrance collecting all of the evidence of your excitement, dragging it upwards, and slowly circling your clit.

The sound of his breath, hot and heavy against your ear and neck as his hood would be lifted, just enough for his teeth to graze against the tip of your ear.

Arching your back and releasing a whine, his hand leaving your clit and grabbing hold of your hip. The large hand grabbed hold of the flesh and bone and pulled you back onto him, stilling your movements and proving any resistance against his intentions wouldn't be tolerated.

"Are you going to be good for me, Shatz?" His voice was breathy- husky. Deep as he growled the words into your neck, moving his hand back down to slip a finger into your tight pussy.

"Yes, please. yes, I'll be so good I promise-"

"You sound so sweet." He compliments, before pushing another digit inside of you, hand reaching up and pushing two fingers into your mouth- stretching out to your tongue and pushing down against it holding your mouth open in the process.

You let out a choked moan sound, the heat in your abdomen at the pressure of his fingers curling inside of you- another outstretched and rubbing smooth circles into your clit with he pad of his finger.

You could feel the saliva gathering in your mouth, tongue fighting against his fingers and closing your mouth, sucking on the digits and swirling your tongue around them.

He chuckles, softly but in that deep dark tone that feels as if it's vibrating out of his chest as he removes his fingers from your mouth and leans forward. Attaching his mouth to yours and breaching your mouth with your tongue.

His fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, wet sounds filling the air and mingling with the soft moans of your heated makeout session. Feeling his tongue invading your mouth and pushing up against yours, the feeling of his spit mingling with your own in your mouth.

Pulling your head back, a thick string of saliva bridging off of his tongue into your mouth. Lifting his hand from your pussy he pushed them into your mouth- not even in a gentle manner. Pushing them inside of your mouth and collecting yours and his own spit and pulling them back before pushing three fingers into your cunt.

"a-ah... Ah." You cried out, the feeling of his fingers stretching your pussy open causing a slight burn as he slowly pumped them in and out.

"Doing so good for me. Need to make sure you are ready. Do not want to do the hurting of my sweet little Ärztin, do I?"

You nodded, mindlessly bucking your hips down onto his fingers as he began to pump them in and out with more purpose.

Against your thigh, you could feel it. You were sure of it- his large and hard cock pressed up against you straining against his pants.

Your hand reaches down, trying to grab his waistband but his hand snags your wrist quickly and pins it to your waist.

He tsked, curling his fingers in a way that made little spots of white appear in your vision. Body falling forward as a moan escaped your lips.

"Oh, does that feel good?" He mocks teasingly. She knew that if she could turn around and see his face it would have that snaggle-toothed grin. The evil little glint in his eyes. A monster holding its prey ready to devour.

"Yesss....." You whine out. "I want you, please."

"You do, do you?" He asks, mock innocence as he continues to push and pulls his fingers from inside of you.

"I do. Please König."

You could feel the shuffle of his hand reaching for his waistband, pulling his belt with a metallic clatter and the zrrrt of his zipper. The sound of rustling fabric as his pants were dropped and his boxers pulled down.

He gripped his cock, rubbing the head of it against your thigh and smearing the bead of precum that had accumulated on it. Rubbing the sensitive flesh against the soft skin of your thigh.

His breath shuddered behind you, as he brought his hips back lining his cock up against your cunt and pushing forward slowly.

His hand wrapped around your front, stabilizing you and bringing his finger forward to rub slow circles into your clit as he continued to push his cock into your tight wet hole.

He groaned- in appreciation would be the only explanation as he bucked suddenly, the feeling of his cock raking against your walls sending you into a tailspin.

"Come on soldier, fuck me." You half whined- half ordered.

His hips and breath stuttered before snapping back and forward as one hand held your throat pushing your back to his chest, the other wrapped around your hip and dipping down rubbing against your clit.

"I will, Shatz." he hisses out, pulling himself out completely and thrusting himself back into the base.

The coil in your tummy pulled tight, the sound of your moans becoming higher pitched while his fingers continued their onslaught against your clit.

"You gonna cum? be a good girl and cum on my cock?"

"Yes- yes I'm gonna-"

"Then be a good girl, cum on my cock while I fill you up."

You moaned the feeling of his jacket against the skin on your back, the slight scratch of some kind of velcro on his pants, and the hot feeling of his finger on your clit sending you over the edge. The fluttering walls of your cunt gripped onto his cock as he continued to snap his hips back and forth into your wet pussy, the squelching sound of wet skin and the slapping of his thighs against yours.

He huffed, grunting, then grunting again before removing his hand from your clit and neck. both hands reaching down to your hips, holding you in an iron grip, and pushing his cock as deep as it could as he came inside you.

His body snapped like a rubber band, wrapping around you as his head fell on your shoulder, feeling his chest heaving behind you as he kept his head rested against you and hips pushed as close to yours as he could.

He lifted you, sliding a hand down to your pussy and using two of his large fingers to push his cum back inside of you, fingering your oversensitive pussy in the name of keeping his seed inside of you.

God,

his hands.

You glanced down, staring at your knees and the sound of the bedside lamp making the strange buzzing sound that would keep you up at night if you forgot to turn it off breaking you from your trance.

You sat, ass resting against your calves with your hand dipped down, fingers curling up into your pussy while you dreamed of him splitting you open on his cock. Holding you up by your waist with his big hands.

Two fingers inside of you, what would it feel like if it were his real fingers? The ones you'd inspected so many times. You could imagine the feeling of the rough pads of his fingers-

But his cock?

Oh, that was a mystery you'd remain to dream of.

[golbrocklovely]

dating colby headcanon

requested by anonymous: Could you possible write a dating Colby headcannon with the reader? Thank uuu

A/N: even tho i'm not taking requests, i figured i can do this real quick since it's a headcanon and i'm in the middle of finishing up the next chapter of the chosen daughter. so hopefully this holds yall over a bit longer while i finish that up :) and this is all gender neutral so anyone can read it ! lmk what you think and hope you enjoy.

let's start with how you two met: i think you being a friend of a friend would be how it all starts.

maybe this friend in common gets invited to a party that snc are at, and you tag along. you get introduced to colby, and yall hit it off.

colby is very much into vibes and how well he meshes with another person. so for him to be interested, he has to like being around you. that man does not waste his time around people he doesn't care about.

and i think with colby, things would start off PAINSTAKINGLY SLOW. if you're into a slow burn… that's what your life will be like lol

colby hasn't dated in a long time, it's been almost exclusively hook ups and situationships. so i think the beginning stages will be a bit rough (in more ways than one *wink wink nudge nudge*). i think it would take a long time before anything major happened, just because he's not used to being vulnerable with someone.

that being said, i can see him hooking up with you once or twice before anything serious even remotely starts, since that's his usual go-to method. that doesn't have to be all the way - it could be like making out in the club or in a house party bathroom. a little hidden, a bit secretive, but that makes it all the more fun. it's exciting because he makes you feel like you are the sun in his galaxy, even if it's just for a few minutes. that's how intense he can be.

and maybe you realize, "oh shit i got feelings for him…. will this ever turn into something more?" and that's when you start hanging out with him more, or at least making plans to.

and i think as time goes on, he grows attached to you (because he is a clingy person, respectfully). and he enjoys the parts of his day when he gets to see you. and that's when he starts to feel the sparks. but knowing him, he probably won't act on them for a while.

but slowly, you two get really close, and eventually try to start something. once he can feel his walls crumble, and yours are also down, that's when yall truly start to have a wonderful relationship.

so as for dating him, what do i think that would be like?

colby is very busy guy, no surprising to anyone. so it's hard for yall to hang out as often as you want to (which would be like everyday if you could, and same goes for him).

but colby finds ways of seeing you or talking to you at least once a day.

even if it's just to check in on you, or ask you about your day. colby also likes to tell you about the stuff he was up to, give you little heads up on new projects before anyone else. but only when he knows they're happening bc he doesn't like talking about things that might not happen. very earth sign of him lol

i don't see him sending 'good morning' messages, but i could see him sending 'goodnight' ones. definitely with a black heart emoji somewhere thrown in there.

oooh, pet names. i'm seeing him using baby, babe, darling, sweetheart, love, and possibly honey. especially when he's drunk, he's extra affectionate.

when he goes on investigations, he comes back and HAS to tell you everything. he also loves being around you after because you make him feel so comfortable and at home. and he needs that after being paranormally hungover.

if you go with him on trips… omg, he will be protective. for sure. checking in on how you're feeling every couple minutes.

and if you get really scared, he's ready to send you home. he doesn't want to see you hurt or terrified at all. so sometimes he isn't the most favorable towards you going with him (unless you insist).

yall's biggest past time together: cuddling.

that man needs cuddles, AT LEAST, once a day. otherwise, he will be whiny lol (he might not show it at first, but once he's comfortable, he's gonna be a baby about cuddles, guarantee).

he needs to be touching you at all times, whether out in public or not. he doesn't seem like a crazy PDA type, so nothing too ~sexual~, but he will be holding your hand every chance he gets.

unless, of course, he's feeling a bit frisky… then you run the chance of having to go home early or finding a private area to have your fun sksks

i see him being the type to wrap his arms around you from behind, pulling you tight against him. especially if you're waiting in like a long line or something. he just wants you in his arms whenever he can.

like i mentioned before, he is a very busy man. so i see him doing a lot of at home dates. making pizzas together (or just dinners in general), setting up little pillow forts for movie nights, cute vibes all around. omg and of course - LOTS of camping outside and staring at the stars and talking for hours. that's 1000% for sure.

and maybe if you're the type that likes hiking, maybe you guys would go hiking together.

but i do see him also taking you out to exclusive clubs, bars, and restaurants since he has the hookup and the following to get into places that are new.

emotionally, i think you two would be so deeply into each other. i think being understanding and just getting one another is something major he wants in a relationship. so i think always being open and honest would be the main center point of your relationship.

he wants no drama, and wants love to come easy. and most likely you feel the same way, which is why you guys mesh well together.

physically… i mean, cmon. look at the material lol

he's definitely wants to make sure your needs are met. he's a people pleaser after all. and if you're his person, he's making sure you're pleased.

he's a very giving lover, is all i'm gonna say ;)

[gallantys]

Hi! First, English isn't my native language, please let me know about any grammar mistake. Second, this is supposed to be a Gn!reader, but I'm used of writing male!reader stuff, so please don't consider any pronoun if not gender neutral ones. This is only a... test- let's see how it will go and maybe I will keep writing it.

Sky of Lies

huh... these mortals...how adorable

Aren't you angry about this?

As long they keep up with the heavenly principles, why would I?

People of Fontaine was overjoyed to have the creator choosing their nation to reside in, the creator was different than expected. They seems tired, yet he still somewhat kind

Creator was definelly a quiet person, not really giving attention to any of their acolytes, they assumed they were tired and still weak for waking up of their slumb. Obsessed over a "key" that no one ever heard about, schoolers and adventures all around the whole Teyvat, mostly Akademiya's tried to discover about this mysterious key. Nahida even tried to look about it at Irmsul, while she could see that it existed, she couldn't see clearly what it was about. She could only see flashes of the creator in a place that looks like Celestia, the blurry image of them look at her direction, as if they can see her even if it happen thousands years ago... then Irmsul reject her power.

When the creator knew about it, they got frustrated cursing Celestia through their breath and rudely saying to Nahida to leave.

When the traveler finally see the creator, they were at Neuvillette's office as Creator was again asking if they had any progress about the investigation. Aether can't brush off the unsetting feeling, Paimon was strangely quiet, Aether and the Creator look at each other, Creator's eyes widens slightly..

Creator: Traveler! Finally! Have you possible heard of the key?

Paimon: Paimon don't remember seeing about it in our adventures

Creator: Maybe before it?

Paimon: Hm.. but Traveler dont remember nothing before he found Paimon, oh oh! and his sister too! Paimon wonders how this key looks like, your grace?

Creator: I dont know for sure, when i fell in my slumber, Celestia took it away and changed it. Im not sure anymore

Aether's expression was serious, yet he kept quiet... Paimon was answering for him. Neuvillette frowns was not noticeable... strange... Traveler was only silent when he was being used as a vessel for fhe Creator... but why would Aether be silent while talking to the Creator themselves... Paimon was different too, but Neuvillette couldnt point exactly what or why.

Neuvillette: Your grace, people all around Teyvat are searching. I'm sure we soon will be able to give what you search for.

Paimon: Why do you need this... "key" creator?

They keep silent for some seconds then finally answer:

To restore what was long lost...

[fallout-mountains]

Thoughts on Fallout 4 companions after playing the game for a bit and reading a whole lot of headcanons and fanfic and reactions:

- Hancock said he didn’t want to look at this face in the mirror and decides to do a drug instead of surgery. That’s some real self-hate there.

- There’s so much self-flagellation

- One the same note, ghouls can’t go under surgery?

- Someone mentioned that quests for the minuteman could have been handed out by the Freedom radio, instead of Preston, so that more backstory could be given to Preston.

- Nick and Deacon we’re probably thought to be too old and they didn’t want it to be creepy of hooking up with an older guy…(sigh)

- That it’s easy to write Sole to be compatible with everyone, since the game allows you to role play that character in many ways.

- MacCready’s backstory is both endearing and weird (because of him not going to see his son). I think the people who made the game didn’t want to bother with coding him leaving for a bit and then coming back, but… really? Should have changed the background story a bit to at least add that he needs to stay in case the medication didn’t work (or something like that)

- Deacon since he changes his face and has seemingly traveled could be in another Fallout game, any of them…

- Since Deacon changes his appearance, you get more attached to his voice. (He also has some very interesting things to say.)

- That when Deacon changes his face, Dezdemona is there the whole to verify it’s still him.

- Nick rolls with the punches, and has a very good emotional IQ, moreso than any of the other companions. He’s so even keel emotionally, that the Far harbor expansion hits a bit harder, because that’s where you see more of His emotion.

- Piper would be the best to adapt to our world

- Majority of the ways people can become your companions is weird why they even offer. (Like why would Hancock travel with Sole and not another person who wasn’t part of quest to raid their warehouse? Doesn’t Piper have other stories to investigate? Doesn’t Deacon have missions to do? Why isn’t Strong following Rex Goodman around? Nick has plenty of other cases to just run around randomly)

- Paladin Danse says that he wasn’t sure about Sole but also highly recommends you join the Brotherhood. So which is it? Also, I only did like one big quest for them and I am given a power armor.

- Is the reason they complain about picking up stuff is that eventually they have to carry some of it?

- Ada is a good companion, but doesn’t offer a perk, hence the reason probably not talked about a lot because no reason to travel with her

- I don’t know why the institute is doing what they are doing

- I really wish they could mark the clothes that can go under a person’s armor.

- Why are people wearing scarves? Is it cold there because it never seems to snow.

- I find it interesting that the companions all generally know each other or at least the have swapping dialogs that make it seem that way. (Curie has literally been locked away for 200 years.)

- They have veritbirds but no land vehicles. There’s supposedly caravans, but no wagons? Would it be too dangerous to have that?

I probably have more, but that’s for now

[solbach-colbrock]

Demon Bait - Seth Borden X Reader

SUMMARY - Turns out demons are drawn to you even more than spirits are to Seth

WARNINGS - established relationship w/ Seth and reader, demonic entities

WORDS - 1.4k

NOTES - this didn’t quite turn out the way that I had hoped but frankly I’m stuck on this one so hopefully its good enough for y’all lol (also I know the gif is being weird shut up)

~*~*~*~

It was something you had learned the hard way. For some reason, you seemed to be a magnet for demons. Every location that was said to have a demonic presence, you would be targeted by it. You couldn’t even make fun of Seth for being ghost bait anymore because you decidedly had it worse. 

The house had been active since the moment you walked in the door. Most of it was knocking and footsteps, but the spirit box had also turned itself on in Sam’s backpack and emitted a tone that indicated a large temperature change. More concerning than anything was the constant presence you felt over your left shoulder the entire night.

You had stopped vocalizing most of the things you experienced, as the boys had started talking about keeping you out of potentially demonic locations, and you weren’t willing to be benched from any investigations. You only ever told them the small stuff anymore.

You had been investigating this house for around seven hours, and it was finally 3AM. The feeling of being watched had been growing stronger all night, and by now felt like there was someone – or something – standing a mere inch behind you at all times. You felt crowded, to say the least.

The demonic energy was said to be in the master bedroom on the first floor, something that your gut was telling you was true. Earlier in the night, you thought you had seen a shadow figure in this room, and you felt something tug at the back of your shirt as you walked out, as if something was trying to pull you back in. It was the last place you guys had to properly investigate, and you were planning to finish off the night with an Estes session. 

“Are you sure you want to go under for this? You’ve been kinda spacey for the past hour. I don’t want this thing to get to you too much. I can go under if you’d rather sit this one out,” Seth offered. As someone who attracted a lot of paranormal attention, he knew something in that house had an eye for you. He had also done enough investigations with you that he was able to see when something was targeting you. It was scary enough being targeted by normal spirits, so he could only imagine how terrifying it would be to have demons attracted to you.

“I’ll be fine, babe. If I’m not, I’ll pull myself out. I don’t allow these things to harm me if I can help it,” you replied, taking the blindfold from Colby. 

“You say that, but what if you can’t? What if this thing is stronger than you? It already said your name five times tonight. I don’t know if I like this.”

“Seth, I’m an adult. I know what my limits are. This is our last investigation. Tell you what, if you get too scared while I’m under, you can pull me out, okay?”

You and Sam shared the sentiment that, because there were a lot of reports of people being touched or grabbed while in the bed, that you would get the best results while laying on it for your session, although Seth made you compromise on the issue, and you ended up just sitting on it to appease him. He was always very protective of you while doing paranormal stuff, even before you had started dating.

A shadow figure, 8 feet tall and bending down sideways to look at you, showed itself to you in the doorway right before you went under.

“Begin.”

“Wow, immediately.”

“Speak. Now.” The putrid smell of smoke filled your nostrils. You scrunched your nose as it seemed to heat up your face.

“We haven’t even asked anything yet. That’s crazy.”

“Who are we speaking to?”

“You know me.”

“We know you? Is this Elizabeth again? We were speaking to you earlier.”

“You wish I…”

“Like ‘you wish I was Elizabeth’, as if what we’re talking to isn’t her?”

“That’s creepy. Tell us your name. Who are we talking to?”

“Are you scared yet?”

“Oh, fuck off, that’s not cool.”

“Borden. Fear.”

“Are you the demon that was said to make Elizabeth set the bedroom on fire?”

“Demon. Beelzebub.”

“We should stop talking to this thing. You know what happens when Y/N-“

“Not yours anymore.”

“I don’t think we should keep-“

“Wait.”

When your leg had started shaking, you hadn’t noticed. What you had noticed however, was just how lightheaded you were getting. You almost had to fight to keep your head up. The static of the spirit box was starting to lull you into a meditative state that blocked out even the ability to perceive the feelings in your own body. You took a deep breath and continued listening.

“I set the fires.”

“Fires, plural? Did you set multiple fires?”

“Different people.”

“You made different people set the fires?”

“Pyromaniac demon is a new one.”

“Maybe it wanted to recreate Hell on earth or something.”

“Yours. For you.”

“Our Hell? What-“

“Not leaving with you.”

“Correct, you’re not allowed to leave with us.”

“Can we talk about this really quickly? It makes people set fires, supposedly in order to create a personal Hell. For Elizabeth, it was killing her own sister, and it sounds like it’s made other people do the same.”

“You’re not understanding.”

“What are we not understanding? Help us understand, tell us what you want us to know.”

“You’re losing this one. Y/N. Leave us.”

“Fuck no, pull them out.”

“Mine now. Say goodbye.”

“Pull them the fuck out!”

The red light from the camera blinded you as the headphones and blindfold were ripped from your head. A pair of arms wrapped around you before you could completely remember where you were. All three boys were shouting, you assumed enforcing that whatever was in this house needed to leave you alone. Your head crashed backwards into Seth’s chest, giving yourself a moment to get your bearings back.

“Holy fuck, baby, your nose is bleeding.”

Your hand came away from your face coated in blood that you hadn’t even felt fall. Even under the red light, you could tell it was a lot. Sam rushed to turn the room lights on as Colby stopped recording for the moment. Your well being was now more important than anything. 

The shadow figure still stood in the doorway.

“We’re being watched,” you told them, voice breathy and labored. “We need to leave. Now.”

~*~*~*~

It was raining outside, but none of you really cared. The cover over the porch provided just enough dry space for the four of you to use. They figured that, even if it wasn’t completely away from the house, it was still outside, which was safer than being in an enclosed space with whatever was going after you. Seth had you drawn into his lap facing him, checking your pupils and wiping at your nose every five seconds to make sure you were recovering.

“How are you feeling? How’s your head?” Colby asked, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. You lightly swatted him away, feeling crowded enough by your boyfriend.

“Better. I’ll be back to normal in a couple days, but either I’m gonna sleep way too much or not at all for awhile.” You laid yourself on Seth’s chest as the exhaustion gripped your senses.

“You’re staying home and recovering for awhile. I don’t want you even mentioning ghosts for at least a couple months after this,” Seth declared. He rubbed up and down your back to the tempo of your tired breathing.

“Baaaaabe.”

“Don’t ‘babe’ me. You keep pushing yourself like this, you’re gonna land yourself in the hospital. This is too fucking dangerous for you. You’ll get a demonic attachment if you’re not careful.”

You knew he was right. You had always tried not to let your ability to attract demons scare you, sometimes to a reckless degree. If it were just about you, you probably wouldn’t care as much, but bringing something demonic home with you meant bringing something demonic home to Seth, and your last desire was to put him in any sort of danger.

“…Fine, but only because I like you so much,” you replied, a bit defeated. He squeezed you a bit tighter at that, feeling better about it already.

“Thank you, baby. Now, let’s get you some sage and holy water before we leave. Even I feel fucking unclean after that.”

[indigosabyss]

Meanwhile With Tommy And Kamran (Part 5)

Parts: 1, 2, 3, and 4

"Is there a witch in this house?" Kamran asked, the glowing wall covered in writing blocking the stairs vanishing as he backed away from it.

"Uh, no witches," Rebecca said, trying to think rationally. "But- uh- William must have picked up something authentic from some shady store. He's- he's obsessed with witches."

"Are... you a witch?" Jeff asked.

"Not exactly," Kamran tried to explain with a grimace, "I'm half-interdimensional being from beyond a veil made of wish magic from my mother's side. Witches are regular humans with an affinity for magic, to hear my mother explain it."

Well, so glad that that distinction was made.

"When William comes back, I'm going to have him look through his stuff and deal with whatever is causing this," Jeff decided, "And maybe see if any other genuine magic stuff is in there. This could be a serious safety hazard."

"But where is he?" Rebecca asked worriedly. She hadn't seen him since last night, when he had taken the car out to visit Eddie, and she couldn't help but wonder if maybe she should have asked more questions.

"Well, if you can't go upstairs, there's an guest washroom off from the dining room," Jeff suggested to Kamran. "There's no shower, but should be enough for you to clean up."

Kamran nodded jerkily, "Sure. Okay."

Rebecca reached for her phone, ready to try another round of calling both William and Eddie. Except before she could reach for their contacts, the phone began to buzz with an incoming call.

From an unknown number.

She picked it up with shaky fingers and pressed it close to her ear, "Yes? Who is this?"

"Uh... you called me, like, an hour ago?" a hesitant voice said from the other side. A boy, mid-teens from the sound of it. Jersey accent. No one she recognized. He was still talking. "If this is about the Circle Q, the place is still being repaired from the attack. I'd give you any refund that you want, but I'm kind of dealing with something very upsetting right now-"

But she had given the phone to Kamran, to call people he trusted.

"Are you a friend of Kamran's?" she asked, hoping that finally something good would come out of this awful situation.

Something clattered on the stranger's side of the call. "K-Kamran? Uh... can't confirm. Do you have a last name or something?"

His voice was strained. He definitely recognized it. And he was hiding it too. Of course he was, there was a federal agency all around this town, hunting for the boy.

"I don't, because he said he doesn't have one. But I can tell you he's in trouble, and he needs help. And that he was hoping you would give him that."

Silence, then a shaky breath. "Yeah, that's the guy I was thinking of. Can I talk to him, ma'am?"

"I need a name, first," she demanded.

"It's Bruno Carrelli."

She looked it up on Jeff's phone while he and Tommy both pretended to not eavesdrop on Kamran's call. The name came up with varied results, but when in combination with the Circle Q, a clearer picture formed.

News articles came first. From local Jersey City news sites and blogs, mostly. Talking about a bombing at a convenience store called the Circle Q. Bruno Carrelli was noted to be the manager of the place. The bombing was linked to a sighting of the local hero Ms Marvel on the rooftop at the same general time.

There was a minor scandal of a weaponized Stark drone donated to Damage Control being found there, with sources labeling it responsible. DODC issued a statement rebutting that.

Rebecca couldn't help but draw comparisons to Kamran's crystal construct powers, and the ones that Ms Marvel had, from what she had seen on the news.

An individual who was retroactively identified as Ms Marvel had been identified fleeing the scene where Kamran and his group had been arrested, too.

But her investigations into this would have to be put on hold as bright blue crystals suddenly sprung out of the ground around Kamran, reacting to his emotions. "They attacked her house?!"

[Fun Fact: The Marvels and Agatha All Along canonically happen in the same month, with the mcu wiki putting the climax of the movie the day before Agatha starts recruiting for the Witches' Road]

[Also, maybe like, three parts more of this series? a kamran pov showing the rest of that phone convo, a tommy pov with the fallout and an end to this longass day, and a billy pov of his return from the trial the next morning]