#little me staring up at this beautiful bitch in a black dress busting her lungs like go off queen

[noctomania]

If Peter Gabriel and Paula Cole singing Don't Give Up together doesn't stir anything inside you, we might not be sympatico.

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Unfinished Business ~ Part Eight

WORD COUNT: 4.9K

WARNINGS: Mentions of mafia, strong language, murder, blood, torture

PAIRING: Bang Chan X Reader

DESCRIPTION: Part eight of nine of my new Bang Chan series. 

You’re taken hostage but one of Seoul’s leading mafia families Bang Chan but he doesn’t take you because he wants to fake a marriage or make you fall for him in 365 days no…He wants to use you for his own personal gain. To take over another family but when you try to escape things take a turn for the worst and you learn Chan isn’t one to be messed with.(Please I suck at describing stuff)

THEMES: Chan x Fem!Reader, Self insert

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"I asked you a question, it's very rude not to respond to me." Namjoon snarled at you, you stared up at him through your lashes and licked your lips to remove some of the blood. The taste of blood ran through your tongue and you spat down onto the floor beside his foot, which he didn't like. Blood was dripping from your busted lip and some from a cut near your back that would need some form of stitches, if you ever got out of the warehouse he was keeping you in.

"I won't tell you anything about him." Your voice was laced with poison, and you got another slap across your cheek for speaking to him like that. No one was allowed to speak to him that way, it had been this way from the moment he got you back here. He'd slap, kick, punch and even threaten you with weapons unless you gave him what he wanted from you.

"You know," You spat blood by his feet once more. He stared at you with a raised eyebrow, wanting to know what you had to say to him,

"At least when Chan kept me tied up I was warm." He growled, grabbing onto your face by each cheek he forced you to look at him in the eyes as he spoke to you. You could practically smell what he'd eaten all day and you groaned at him.

"At least have a breath mint if you're going to get this close to me." He gripped onto you tightly and sneered at you. He was pissed that you were trying to act like someone you weren't.

"If you're going to pretend to be tough you better be ready, doll face." He smirked at you, looking over his shoulder at something. There was the sound of a blow torch turning on and your face was forced to look in the direction he'd been looking in.

"A nice red hot poker for the pretty skin of yours, I'm sure Chan will love you all marked up." You tried to kick your legs at him, but you were tied down to the chair, so it wasn't as if you could go anywhere or do anything to him.

"Talk or I start burning." You stared at him, holding your ground. He'd done nothing but ask you questions about Chan since the moment he got you there, he wanted you alive so you knew you were safe for now. You hadn't slept or eaten anything for god knows how long and you didn't even know if Chan was going to come looking for you. Your mind just kept going back to the night before when he left you there, alone, and abandoned without protection. He'd promised to look after you.

"I can give you whatever he was giving you, money, power, anything. Name it and it'll all be yours...He's not going to come back for you sweetie." His voice was strapped with a condescending tone, so you spat more blood on the floor beside his foot. Sharp pain rushed across your cheek as he slapped you across the face with the back of his hand, cutting it with a ring he had on.

"He's not going to come back," Your face was once again in his hands as he forced you to look at him,

"He left you there," Another slap across your face, knocking your head limply from side to side,

"He let me find you," Another slap on the other side of your cheek, you coughed up some blood you'd swallowed and he grabbed your cheeks once again. A sharp pain ran through you as he gripped each cheek where he had been slapping with his ring covered fingers,

"One last chance before I go hard on you, where is he?" You stared into his eyes before looking down at the floor, not wanting to give up anything on Chan. He'd already been through so much with Namjoon killing his wife, you weren't about to make him lose everything he'd worked towards.

"Oh I get it," Namjoon started laughing loudly and he dropped your face as he knelt down in front of you. You avoided his eyes as he started laughing even harder,

"You've fallen in love with the monster. Oh little dove," He kept laughing and sniggering as he stared at you, all of his men laughing along with him as they stared at you,

"Can you believe it guys? The little one has Stockholm syndrome." You hissed at him as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip where he'd busted it open,

"He's a monster darling-"

"HE IS NOT!" You screamed at him, lunging so hard that the chair fell forward catching Namjoon in the leg.

"Bitch!" He cried out, slapping you across the face once again only this time everything snapped into black.

"I said find her and I meant it," Chan growled as he stared down at his desk, he had countless photographs of you and him together. All of them taken from the night before when you had been on your date. Including some when he was making love to you in the gardens.

"We're trying but it's hard, she tried to get back here last night but from the tracks on the road it looks like someone-"

"Not someone! Namjoon! Namjoon got her and I want her found now!" His fist slammed against the desk so hard it knocked over the drink he had on his desk, he didn't care that it was spilling onto the floor. He didn't care that he hadn't slept in a day all he cared about was trying to find you before something bad happened.

Why did he have to leave you there?! He should have just stayed there with you and let you say what you wanted to say instead of running away scared, he should have stuck to the plan with Changbin. The plan to take you out and show you off, make sure to grab the attention of Namjoon and have a public date right? He was just supposed to leave you there for an hour or so and come back to Namjoon being there with you, but after the words left your mouth he just ran.

"I think I have it," Changbin said as he walked into the room, Chan came out of his daydream to look at Changbin. His hair was pushed back and he hadn't changed from the suit he'd worn the night before, he'd be working harder than anyone else - besides Chan -  since it had been his plan in the first place.

"Show me," He laid out floor plans of an old building Namjoon had bought under a fake name, and he'd been there that morning to get thermal images of the inside of the building.

"It's got to be her, look." He circled where a bunch of people seemed to be hiding in one spot, but it was far too obvious for it not to be some kind of trap set up by Namjoon. But right now all Chan cared about was getting you out of there before something could happen to you.

"Get your guns and get extra ammo if you want it, let's go."

"Chan I think we should-" Jisung tried to talk to him about coming up with some kind of plan,

"I said let's go! I'm not letting her go!" Jisung nodded, he knew that and he wasn't suggesting that he was suggesting going in with a plan instead of just running in without some kind of plan.

"You're going to tell me everything I need to know." Your hands were chained above your head on a hook as you were being knelt on the floor. Your knees were cut up as they dragged along the harsh flooring that was inside there.

"I'm not going to tell you anything," You repeated, looking at Namjoon who groaned, rolling his eyes at you. He wiggled the chains to make sure they were secure and that you couldn't get out of them.

"You're going to have to talk at some point, he's not going to come back so you might as well talk to me now." You stayed silent and he sighed, dropping to his knees and squatting onto the floor in front of you,

"I'm going to tell you what I did to his pretty little wife, all of those beautiful details he probably left out," He said as he picked out his gun and cocked it back - you'd seen him loading it less than 20 minutes ago so you knew it was real,

"You're going to be a good little girl and listen to me," He placed the gun on your temple to make sure you knew he was serious about this. You looked at him, giving away no sign that you were terrified of him even though on the inside you were crying and screaming to get away from him.

"He went away on some trip and she was home alone, we broke in and we took her just like I took you last night." You swallowed the lump that was starting to form and you nodded along to what he was saying, not wanting him to shoot you, he was clearly unstable.

"We took her to my place where I chained her up just like this." He uncocked the gun and put it down out of your reach, before he took out a blade from his jeans.

"Then, when she didn't give me what I wanted we tortured her for a week until he came home and then we left her on the floor for him to find," He started laughing loudly, you felt your eyes well up at the thought of Chan walking in and finding his wife on the floor like that,

"Gutted her like a fish and left her on the carpet, you should have seen the look on his face when he found her. That was before he moved of course, so we're going to have to find somewhere to put you where he can find you." You threw yourself at him, but the hook of the crane you were being held on yanked you backwards, scraping your legs across the floor creating burns on your knees and shins from the dress.

"Ooo angry, I love it. You must really love him huh? To get angry at me for something I did to his wife?" The blade was being held against your neck with the blade just touching your skin, barely cutting it but just enough to draw some blood.

"Don't think for one second that I wouldn't do this to you, because I will darling, I just want a little something from you first." He threw you forwards onto your knees again, before one of his men came up and tried to play a gag into your mouth. You were making it difficult by moving your head and biting them whenever they got to close.

"They're on their way sir," Your eyes widen as you realised that Chan was on his way, and this was all some kind plan to get him in here so Namjoon could kill him.

"I'll give you whatever it is you want just don't hurt him, please." You begged, looking at Namjoon willing to do anything to save Chan from any harm. But it was too late, the gag was placed into your mouth to stop you from talking and you whimpered, watching him get into his car and tell everyone to leave except for one of the men, Jungkook. The boy nodded, looking at you as Namjoon got into his car and pulled out of the warehouse. Jungkook pulled out his gun getting it ready for any kind of fight Chan might put up.

"He doesn't mean it, he's just-" You stared at Jungkook to stop him from speaking bullshit about his boss. Namjoon and his men had all driven off an hour ago, your arms were numb from the restraints. All you wanted to do was go home to Chan and sleep everything away like it was some kind of bad dream.

"You're sure she's here? We've been here for an hour!"  Chan's voice yelled out as he walked through the halls of the giant warehouse to find you. The place had been like a maze to get into but there was one clear exit at the back. You looked at the door as you heard hushed tones. Jungkook's hand was on his gun and you started screaming under the gag to try and make sure they could hear you, trying to warn them that you weren't alone. None of this made any sense though since your voice was muffled. Namjoon knew that Chan would bring all seven of his men, so why would he then leave only one behind? It had to be some kind of trap set up to get Chan.

"Y/N!" Chan breathed seeing you knelt there. There was a quick shot and Jungkook was down on the floor bleeding from his shoulder, while Seungmin and Felix went to chain him up. You began crying heavily as Chan rushed over to you and lowered you down from the hook, your chained hands fell around his neck as you cried into him.

"They left an hour ago, you have to get out of here it's a trap." You sobbed to him and he started chuckling as he picked you up from the floor.

"A trap is what we were hoping for, get him in the car." You frowned as he began hurrying you out of the building and towards the cars that they'd come in,

"Y/n you're driving, I need to get some answers out of this one." All of the cars were identical with identical number plates, which meant he was trying to confuse Namjoon and the other boys.

"Changbin, you head east, Jisung and Minho I want you in the North, boys just drive around where they can see you but in opposite directions." They all got into their cars and Chan undid the ropes from around your wrist before handing you the keys.

You'd been driving for an hour in a circle, you had no idea where you were going, you just kept driving as Chan told you to. By the time you'd circled around again Jungkook had a bloody nose - you were pretty sure it was broken and his lip was burst in several places making it look like one big bloody mess just like your face.

"C-Chan maybe that's enough-"

"Enough?! They took you! Where did Namjoon go?!" He snapped punching Jungkook in the gut, he wasn't angry with you, he was mad at himself for going along with the plan. You flinched looking up at the road again, instead of in the mirror at Chan in the back of the car. You knew why he was doing this but it didn't make it any easier for you to watch it happen.

"C-Chan?" You stuttered, seeing headlights coming straight towards you. They were driving on your side of the road at a fast pace, so whoever it was clearly wasn't planning on moving any time soon.

"Seatbelt." You warned him, as you shifted into sixth gear and pushed your foot down onto the floor. He scrambled to put his seatbelt on, watching through the window in horror as you headed straight for the headlights before swerving at the last second drifting slightly. Your backend clipping into their car, spinning them out to the side of the road and so you began turning the car around to face them again. You slammed on the handbrake and brakes to stop yourselves from rolling into the ditch at the side of the road and Jungkook was out cold in the back from hitting his head so much.

"Where did you learn to do that?" Chan asked, watching as you slipped it back into gear and started revving the engine.

"I like the fast and furious movies," Never in a million years did you think it would ever work but everything was worth a shot. Looking at the car you realised it began to head towards you again so you panicked telling Chan who it was,

"It's Namjoon, or one of his men we have to get out of here Chan." The car in front of you began revving so much that exhaust was pouring out of the back of the car.

"Drive back to the warehouse, I'll text the guys." You slammed the car into reverse and began driving backwards instead of heading right up to their car. Having no idea what Chan's plan was, you followed his orders getting back onto the main road and driving normally.

"Give it up." Jungkook mumbled drooling blood down onto the floor behind your seat. He'd woken up about twenty minutes into your drive and began telling you how dumb this plan was, that you wouldn't get away from Namjoon. You pushed the brakes when you saw Namjoon standing in the doorway to the warehouse from before, the four cars that had begun tailing you blocked you at every exit point. You shut off the engine, throwing the keys onto the floor to give yourself an easy give up to him.

"Y/n-" You didn't let Chan finish talking, you just got out of the car and put your hands up.

"What do you want Chan so badly for?"

"I just want everything that he's got, the money, the house, the girl, he doesn't deserve it." You walked closer to Namjoon with your hands behind your head. What had Chan ever done to this guy to make him hate him so much? You only knew about property takings and drug deals but nothing warranted killing his wife.

"If you get it will you leave him alone?" He shrugged his shoulders,

"Possibly." You needed a definite answer before you gave yourself away to save Chan. You needed him to be safe. Even if he didn't love you back, you still loved him and you do what you can to protect the ones you love.

"I want your word." You demanded and Namjoon held his hand on his heart while holding up the other in the air.

"I promise I won't harm a single hair on his head if you come with me." You looked down at the ground before over your shoulder at Chan. Who was begging you not to leave him as he got out of the car, several guns being aimed at him as soon as he did.

"Then let him leave." Namjoon nodded his head, all six of his men stood down and Chan rushed to your side holding onto your hand. He was begging you not to do it in silence, looking into your eyes, he'd only just gotten you back he couldn't lose you now.

"It saves you, just leave okay? I'm out of your hair now, I'm gone. You don't have to worry about last night or anything, I'll be fine." He cupped your face in his hands, looking deep into your eyes trying to search for any sign that you wanted him to rescue you, but your eyes were dead. It was like someone had shut off the light behind them and you weren't you anymore, not the one he'd fallen for anyway, but you had to be this way. You had to come across as cold to be able to let him go so he could be safe.

"Y/n, come on now dear." Namjoon purred, and you sniffled looking into Chan's eyes and mouthing goodbye as you walked over to Namjoon.

Everything happened far too quickly, you and Namjoon had been walking towards the warehouse where his car was waiting. When gunshots began to sound, being fired in every direction, Namjoon was on the floor next to you bleeding out from his leg as whoever got him shot him close to one of the main arteries. He began whimpering and coughing up blood onto the floor beside him so you moved away,

"Y/N GET DOWN!" You dropped to the floor upon hearing Chan's voice in a panic, he was freaking out after he heard the shots being fired. Changbin and the rest of the boys all came to find you once they never got a call from Chan to signal an all clear, you scrambled to hide behind something that was in the warehouse and Chan lost you in the fight. Guns were firing too quickly for you to even hear anything that was being yelled.

"Changbin?" You questioned, as he came over to you to make sure you were okay. He shot off directly behind you, causing a body landing next to your feet, you tried not to scream as you saw Jungkook on the floor dead. Changbin looked at you and smiled sadly as he realised you were scared.

"Sorry for leaving you there-" He shot off again and you screamed holding your hands over your ears, the guns being too loud for you.

"Y/n?!" Chan sounded panicked, but you stood up once the shooting stopped. The only thing filling the air was the sound of whimpering, he smiled at you rushing to your side. Everyone that had been working for Namjoon was on the floor either dead or in serious need of some medical attention,

"You okay? I heard you scream." His hands were turning your head from side to side to look at the marks Namjoon had left you with earlier. You shook your head promising him that you were fine and that Changbin had just scared you by shooting someone from behind you.

"Are you okay?!" You asked, looking at him as he cupped your face in his hands, he bent down to kiss you when another shot rang out through the air. The room seemed to fall into a deathly silence as Chan sank down to the floor knees first as he dropped his gun,

"C-Chan?!" You panicked, kneeling down beside him his white shirt was covered in blood as the bullet had ripped through his body and came out of the other side. It had hit his kidney and something else causing him to bleed out profusely.

"CHANGBIN!!" You shrieked at him to come over to you, you had no idea what to do but he was the closest one to you and he had just shot the person who had shot Chan. Your hands were pressing down on the bullet wound Chan had, Jisung rushed over to you, pushing your hands down on him as well. Applying pressure to a wound was the best option, but blood was sputtering out between your fingers.

"I know it hurts but we have to keep-" You tried to tell him it would be fine as long as you kept the pressure on it.

"It's not hurting Y/n." Even as he was dying he wasn't whimpering or crying, he just accepted that this was happening.

"J-Jisung what's happening?" You whimpered when the blood kept pouring out, it must have hit the main artery for it to be bleeding this badly and this quickly just like Namjoon on the floor.

"Get an ambulance!" You screamed at Jeongin, who was now hovering above his leader who was struggling to breathe now. Jisung kept the pressure on Chan as Chan weakly took your hands into his and stared at you.

"It's okay to love me you know, please love me." Your eyes teared up as he begged you to love him, as if you weren't already madly in love with him.

"I do love you Chan, which is why you have to stay with me, come on. CHANGBIN! AMBULANCE!" You screamed, but Chan's hand on yours tightened as he tried to get your attention back on him/ He wanted you to focus on just him, he stared into your eyes as you began to sob heavily.

"Don't cry, hey. You're way too pretty to be crying." You sniffled as he reached his hand up shakily and ran his thumb under your eye.

"I'm madly in love with you Chan okay, so you're not allowed to die on me." He choked on some of the blood that was coming up into his mouth as he tried to laugh about it, and blow it off as if this was nothing.

"I love you too." His eyes travelled off behind you and you saw the light leave his eyes. You shook your head trying to shake him to bring him back, Jisung moved his hands away so he wasn't applying pressure anymore.

"You have to keep the pressure on!" You yelled, holding down onto the wound as you tried to keep Chan alive. But Jisung pulled you away from his body, as you kicked your legs trying to get closer to him again, he struggled to keep you back.

"He's gone Y/n, he's gone." He whispered, moving you away as you screamed, wiggling around as you tried to run over to him. You were covered in his blood and watched in horror as Changbin covered his body up with a blazer, looking at Jisung shaking his head to declare that Chan was gone.

"Get her back to the house, get her cleaned up we'll take care of this." Minho walked over to Jisung and helped him to get you into the car, since you were still screaming with tears gushing down your cheeks. It was a struggle as you continued to try and free yourself out of their hands, yelling and crying about wanting to be with Chan instead of back at the house alone, you didn't want to go home without him.

"There's a problem," Changbin said as you sat in the office, you were staring down at the photographs of Chan as they all spoke about that night. You were still sitting there in the dress that was covered in his and your blood, they'd tried to get you to shower but you wouldn't move.

"Namjoon can't be found, we think he got away when Chan got shot." You frowned looking at him, you could remember Namjoon on the floor clear in your head. He was right next to you when he went down, he had to be dead or Chan would have died for nothing.

"I saw him on the floor." You whispered, looking up at Changbin who just shook his head.

"Not dead." He whispered, you let out a sob as you looked over at the door to see Minho and Jeongin walking into the room. You'd wanted it to be Chan but it wasn't, it was clear they'd both been crying though as they wiped their eyes.

"Everything will be ready for the funeral, just like he'd ordered." You looked at them and swallowed the lump in your throat.

"He had all of this stuff planned?" They nodded and you wiped your eyes on your hands when you saw the blood, it was starting to sink in now that he was gone.

"You should get some sleep," Changbin stated, coming over to you and helping you stand up from the giant chair. He walked you towards your room but you shook your head not wanting to be in there tonight or any night ever again.

"I want to sleep in his bed." You whimpered, walking to the door and opening it. The room was freezing and dark, so you flicked the switch on lightening up the room as you looked inside; everything was just how he'd left it that morning as if he was coming home any minute.

"I'll leave you to it." The door shut and you walked further inside going over to his en-suite to have a shower, you had to get out of the dress that was covered in his blood and wash everything off from that night. You stripped down, throwing it into a basket and stepped into the hot water. The floor of the shower turned red and you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, as you realised it was Chan's blood more than your own.

You climbed into the bed after your shower, wearing one of his white work shirts and stared around the room, it felt empty without him being there next to you. The night before had been so peaceful even if it was when you rushed into the room scared of the storm, he was there which was what made it better than the cold dark room you were in now. You arranged the pillows so it would be as if he was there and you snuggled down into them and cried softly as you could smell him still on the sheets, at least you still had his smell for now. 

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Encounter (Mc x Veronica)

Summary: Veronica goes out for drinks one night and finds herself in a situation where she needs saving. Good thing Bea exists right?

This fic was highly inspired by my boo @fundamentalromantic. Thank you so much for the idea and I hope you enjoy it.

Word count: 2,300

Warnings: Violence, implied sex, but 80% banter 

Tags: @samanthadalton @satrinadia @clowneryme @thedaft1 @alccaddsccup @penda-bear (tagged some people who I thought would like to read)

 A day before moving into Belvoire, Veronica decided she should get a feel of the area. New York was far different from the usual quietness of her small hometown in California. But on the bright side, the vlogger would get a ton of content for her Youtube channel in the buzzing city where people never sleep. The first few days of exploring involved bar hopping and recruiting Chloe to help her film in Soho and Chinatown for beauty week. Poppy took part in Veronica’s tour as well, and on Thursday the girls decided to check out the newest night club that opened up.

 Veronica stepped out of the car in a sparkly thigh-length dress with a slit, and black Louboutin heels. It definitely caught the attention of people standing outside the club, a few guys even attempting to approach her in their drunken state. Chloe basked in the attention, flirting with a blonde-haired guy who was clearly overdressed (in her eyes). Poppy dragged Chloe with her and the three girls walked swiftly past the long line of people and up to the bouncer. It didn’t take much effort to have him open the door for them, being as they were the three hottest people on the block, but Veronica also did have a killer reputation at just about any place she stepped foot in.

 An hour into partying and Veronica held her phone up as her livestream watched them all do a round of colorful tequila shots. The vlogger definitely felt the warm buzz of booze swimming through her veins as her muscles started to relax. New York was the place to be right now and more eventful than all of the years she lived in Cali. Veronica was excited to continue her career and studies in a place like this, but her peaceful thoughts are quickly cut off when someone approaches her, the smell of cheap alcohol invading her senses.

 “What’s a tigress like you doing in a raunchy place like this baby?” Veronica rolled her eyes at the hideous effort of flirting by a man who reeked of “just got divorced and into younger women”. His friends (who were probably part of the same club) seemed to laugh around him, encouraging the unwanted behavior. She shook her head and turned away from him in her chair. Don’t let some idiots ruin your night V, have some fun.

 She immediately stiffened when he wrapped his arms around her from behind, the wet feeling of his alcohol soaked beard grazing against her cheek. Veronica  jerked up abruptly, shoving the man away from her and placing her arms up in defense. “Get the fuck off of me.” 

 At this point people started to stare at them, Poppy and Chloe already standing by the Zeta’s side with anger. Veronica had left her phone on the table but the stream kept going, capturing the voices of patrons in the bar getting increasingly louder. The bearded man watched her with a predatory look on his face, well aware of the crowd that was forming around them. He grunted and turned away after realizing he probably couldn’t take on three women at once, atleast not in the way he imagined. Chloe scoffs loudly, crossing her arms, “What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re scared of us. Pathetic piece of garbage.” 

 Yeah....bad idea Chlo.

 When he whipped around to face them, Veronica finally noticed just how large his muscles were, and how they were straining against his shirt. Oh shit. 

 “What did you say to me bitch?”

 Veronica shot a nasty glare at Chloe before facing the stranger once again, her arms slightly trembling. “Look, let's just forget all of this and move on with our night. Don't mind my friend...she’s just..” Veronica leans closer, mocking a whisper, “it’s that time of the month.” The guys laughed at her comment and she silently breathed a sigh of relief, hoping this would make them back off. The last thing Veronica needed was to get her ass handed to her on live, with thousands of people watching. Poppy stood there eyeing the men, her hand already on the tip of her phone, ready to speed dial her dad, or the cops...or her therapist if things went awry. 

 Chloe sneered at Veronica, her awful balance making her stumble as she stepped closer to the men. She clearly had too much to drink. “Oh please, I’m not sorry for anything that comes out of my mouth, even if it includes vomit!” She points a finger in their direction, “give me your best you motherfuc- mmh!”

 Poppy clamps one hand straight onto the blonde’s mouth before she can spit out any more profanity. Her face a mixture of annoyance and fear as the men start to lose their smiles. Veronica can see the bearded man getting ready to lunge at her and her flight or fight instincts seemed to kick in at the last second. She dodged the hand that tried to grab her, but he caught her leg as he was spent sprawling down on the ground from something behind. She yelped and kicked free of his hold before catching the gaze of a woman who stood a few feet away from her. Their eye contact was immediately broken as the stranger glared down at the man, “hands off the lady.”

 Two men from the group with buzzcuts tried to grab hold of the brunette’s arms but she spins easily and kicks one right in between the legs, making him fall in pain. The other guy tried to knock her down from behind but she locked his arm in an odd and excruciating position, “do you really want to do this?” His persistence led her to pull on his elbow, eliciting a scream from the man until he surrendered and scurried away, along with the rest of their crew.

 The brunette swiftly kicks the bearded man in the abdomen after seeing him trying to get up, “stay down you asshole.” 

 She wipes a trickle of sweat from her forehead and huffs out, “I’ve wrestled pigs bigger than these guys, but damn that was a workout.” Unbeknownst to the woman, it was all caught on tape and would be everywhere, including Belvoire’s hottest gossip blog the T. But she doesn’t have to worry about that because she doesn’t go there, right?

 Veronica gapes at the girl who single handedly became her hero, in tight leather pants. The curly-haired woman noticed the speechless expression on her face and smirked. “Well if I were you guys, I’d leave this place before the cops miraculously show up.”

 “Somebody should call the police! These- these bimbos tried to kill us-”

 Chloe earns another hand on her mouth as Poppy starts to push her towards the exit, “Oh yeah the only bimbo here is YOU, go and sit in the car before you end up in a jail cell.” 

 Veronica turns away from the chaotic scene and notices that the brunette has gotten closer to her. She can feel her throat starting to heat up, and it was enough to take her mind off what just happened. The Zeta girl tries to take a step and immediately feels her heel slip sideways, but the woman captures her hands and steadies her before she can fall. “Woah- careful there. Maybe we should walk outside? This club is starting to get crowded.” 

 They step around the man sprawled out on the floor. Yeah someone will probably come get him, no worries. Veronica lets her lead the way until they both step out to the curb. The brunette helps her sit down on the edge of the sidewalk before taking a seat next to her. “You know, I can’t keep living life without knowing the name of my savior.” 

 The mystery girl barks out a laugh as she siddles closer to her. She holds out her hand, hoping that Veronica would grab it, “Bea, Bea Hughes. And you?”

 Veronica stares at her wide-eyed, a not so sarcastic gasp escaping her lips, “You-you don’t know who I am?”

 “...Should I?”

 Bea scrunches her eyebrows in confusion before snapping her fingers, “Oh wait! You’re a Kardashian..!” That earns her a hard smack to her leg but she can only laugh teasingly. 

 “I think that was the most disrespectful thing someone has ever said to me....You’re very lucky you’re cute. Oh and it's Veronica.”

 Bea bites her lip shyly, “You’re too beautiful to be one of them...Veronica. And you definitely look all real to me.”

 “Okay if you’re trying to seduce me, this is NOT the way to go Hughes.”

 They both bust out laughing and Veronica wraps her arm around Bea’s, letting herself sink into her side. “Thank you by the way...I mean, not like I couldn’t handle it myself.” She shrugs and looks down at their entangled arms, squeezing tighter, “I owe you one.”

 “You don’t owe me a damn thing Veronica. I’m just grateful I was there as well. This ain’t the first time those goons have harassed women in the area.”

 “Judging by that southern accent and fighting skills, I’m guessing you’re not from here?”

 Bea smiles down at Veronica, studying her bright hazel eyes and luscious lashes. “No I am not, but….if you want to know more about me, how about over a drink? If you want to.” 

 The Zeta girl laughs softly, nudging her, “Oh so you do know how to flirt Hughes. Let's do it! But um..it might be a little difficult to do that because my heel is broken.”

 Bea peers down at her stilettos which seemed to be way past 7 lives now and smiles to herself. In one swift motion she scoops Veronica up in her arms bridal style. The vlogger gasps in surprise before wrapping her arms around the brunette’s neck. “Our problem seems to have disappeared already. And you are incredibly light like a feather.” Bea teases the Zeta, lifting her in an up and down motion.

 “That’s because I’m 40% alcohol right now, but do keep me in your arms, perfectly convenient for me.”

 “You mean I get to carry a stunning woman in my arms free of charge? This must be heaven..”

 “Okay Ms. Flirt, keep walking I’ll direct you where to go.”

 Bea fought the urge to tease her about trying to be dominant but the voices of Poppy and Chloe caught their attention. She approached the car where Chloe sat…wailing hysterically..?

 “I don’t want to go to prison! Don’t let them take me Poppy please!” The blonde grabs Poppy’s dress and doesn’t let go, desperately looking around. When Bea finally stops in front of them, Poppy looks over at the two women and rolls her eyes, clearly fed up.

 “Poppy what the hell is happening with Chlo?!” Veronica breathes out, even though this is the last place she wants to be.

 “Chloe thinks I called the cops on her and she said she doesn't want to sleep on a concrete bed with two other women in a prison cell.”

 Bea raises an eyebrow as she watches the two Zeta girls stare at each other like they’re used to what was happening right now. Veronica gives Poppy a stern look, essentially telling her “leave me alone, I’m trying to get laid”, and the strawberry blonde catches on quickly. She turns away, sighing heavily, “Go, I’ll deal with this. But be at the house tomorrow, it's our first day back.”

 The Zeta grins and blows her a kiss, signaling for Bea to carry on down the sidewalk as she lays in her arms barefoot. Poppy watches them walk away and roll her eyes.

 “So, should I ask?”

 “I think you would appreciate it if I didn’t tell you.”

 The brunette laughs easily, crossing the now empty street. The more she walked the direction that Veronica guided her to, the more quieter it got. “Um… V. Where exactly are we going..?”

 “You’ll see. It’s a secret spot. Kind of like a speakeasy, except it’ll just be the two of us and we can do whatever we want.” Veronica flips her hair seductively, catching Bea’s gaze as she bites her lips and winks. The brunette can feel her heart starting to beat faster, her breath hitching in her throat. She barely can move her gaze off of Veronica’s hazel orbs, her cheeks reddening at the girl’s shameless comment. 

 Lucky for Bea (or maybe not), their night was just getting started, and Veronica would have her blushing again, but this time on her knees. 

 ***

 Veronica saunters confidently into the gates of Belvoire on move-in day, watching as others run around campus with luggages and bags. She sips on the iced latte in her land, eyes glued to her phone on the other hand. She eventually finds Chloe yelling at some assistant girl and immediately turns around, not wanting to deal with it. A woman with a suitcase and a grey Henley shirt approaches the blonde, reprimanding her for her rude behavior. The video of the fight last night appears on the T just as Veronica looks at her phone again. Bea’s leather jacket appears on-screen and knocks the man down. Veronica smirks as she watches the woman take on 3 men effortlessly. People around start to point at the brunette while looking at their phones, and Veronica doesn’t look up until two voices that appear to be arguing, get louder. She nearly drops the cup of coffee in her hands when she sees the same face that was between her legs the previous night. 

 And as Poppy approaches Bea, the brunette catches a glimpse of familiar hazel eyes and ombre colored hair and her eyes go wide. “...Veronica..?” Oh shit.

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Well. In light of the recent vanessa fic, I am going to request a few things. How about Helena going to MC's high school reunion?

WARNINGS: Intolerable sexist arseholes Referenced rape culture Blood and minor violence Written by: @evoedbd ******************************************

“Helena… my feet hurt.” Kya’s soft, plaintive voice rung like gunshots in Helena’s ears. To hear that Kya was in pain caused a war of sensations within the Sorceress, turning her chest into a battlefield as she aimed to pick out her own thoughts amidst the din. The music was too loud. All pulsing beats and pop hits that all bled into one another in an unpleasant screech. With all the beauty Kya’s people could capture, the fact they abused that power to capture such meaningless garble was bad enough, but the songs that Helena’s ears had picked out went beyond this. The images of men taking what they pleased, or endlessly fucking hoes and capping foes… it set her teeth on edge. Why would anybody wish to put a cap on someone they disliked so much? It was absolutely beyond her. After all, she had seen the selfishness of humanity. She had seen people who would do precisely what the songs fantasized about. She had been one of those prizes. The pet. The mess left behind once a tyrant had finished with her for the night. She had been the violated girl dragging herself across the floors because she couldn’t walk, trailing blood. Why did some of Kya’s people find this concept worth celebrating? How many even knew what they danced to? “Helena?” This time, Kya’s voice was pleading. A gentle touch to Helena’s ravaged senses. This was accompanied by the lightest touch to her forearm, fingertips begging for more yet restraining themselves until Helena gave consent. The Sorceress had to close her eyes, to stop watching and picture a much calmer place. An open field, filled with flowers that had no name, not in this world. Flowers woven through black hair, accompanying laughter that became wings for Helena’s soul. She didn’t particularly want to open her eyes to the gyrating crowds. Around her, she could feel a thousand candles, each flickering in time with the sea of sorry, middle-aged bodies awkwardly trying to reclaim their youth. All dressed in finery above their means as they tried to convince everyone of their success and happiness, even as they reeked of misery. An ocean of people, all smiling politely whilst firing knives from their tongue, shooting daggers from their eyes. Alcohol flowing a little too freely, too dangerously. Control, so willingly abandoned. It was as if none of them knew its value. As if none of these people had ever seen or experienced control torn away completely, until even the breath a body took was at another’s whim. Then there were the lights. A spinning ball reflected everything, casting a thousand fragments of light across the floor, growing larger as they grew further from the centre. Spinning chaos across the wooden floors, illuminating the deep blue lighting, catching in the mist across the dancing masses. An unnatural mist summoned by machines… and Kya said her people possessed no magic. “Helena… are you with me?” The longing to answer hit her harder than a boulder from a catapult against a crumbling castle wall. Gods, how she wanted to open her eyes and find only one person before her. Yet, she was surrounded; drowning in the sea of bodies as the unnatural mist lapped at her ankles. As elbows collided with her, or fingers nipped at the bottom of her hair like vultures testing the fight left in their meat. Her heart pounded, beating against the cage of her chest much like how her magic pulsed with her fears. Limbs tingled; fingers began to move on instinct. Then, warmth. So much warmth. Enough that she gasped. Instantly, her lungs filled with air; her nose with that delicious mix she had never quite learned. Something soft, something smoky and then a hint of spice. Always, it was sweet. So very, very intoxicatingly sweet… but not sugary. The underlying bitterness of coffee tempered sweetness so deliciously that Helena found herself devoured by her craving for that scent. A second inhale gave her more, slowly begun to redirect her roaming senses to a singular focus. It was enough for her to open her eyes. “Welcome back.” A kind voice fell from naked lips. The smile upon them was small, nothing intended for the world to see. A secret amidst the crowd, the last life jacket on the Titanic. Just seeing it was enough for Helena to be saved. Shining grey eyes accompanied that encouraging little smile. Adoration glistened in beautiful grey depths, outshining the tinges of concern playing flecks in bluestone. In the swirling lights and dulled room, stone was more akin to gems than cobble, captivating Helena’s attention for far longer than society deemed polite. She could care less. Museums held marble statues of deities past, depictions of Aphrodite to stare at for hours. Marble was incomparable to the greys, Aphrodite a hag compared to the graceful woman donning such a flowing black dress. Elegance in its purest simplicity. “As if I could ever be parted from you.” Helena gave her best attempt at a purr. It was effective, given the creep of pink over Kya’s pale cheeks. Pale, not bloodless, Helena reminded herself. Bloodless was danger. It was the colour Kya had gone after the Queen’s spell struck her. It was the colour Kya had been when the Queen held a blade to her throat, when the Queen tormented Helena into confessing every pain, tried to make Sorceress scream and kneel. Tried to break her. Bloodless was the Witch Queen leering over a terrified girl, or ordering her most loyal man to ensure said girl was prepared… Helena flinched. Faster than Helena could blink, Kya’s hands left her, gathering in front of said woman’s chest. Kya held her hands there patiently, as if they were to be bound. Somehow, the speed and implications of such a gesture did not spark further fear within Helena, did not reignite the painful memories lapping at the edge of her consciousness. How such gestures could be made soft and welcoming, appealing even, still befuddled her. Flummoxed, her breath caught, even as Kya spoke. “Helena, I’m going to grab your tie, ok? I won’t pull, and my hands won’t move until I know you are ok. If you need to grab me, that’s ok. I know you won’t hurt me. We can just sway.” “The music is too upbeat for such a slow dance.” Came Helena’s rebuttal, even as her body moved to follow Kya’s suggestion. Cautiously, she gathered Kya into her chest, holding the otherworldly beauty there as if the world might snatch her away. Beneath Helena’s pale skin magic simmered. It heated her veins, writhing and bubbling like serpents of heated tar. She could feel the sparks escaping her control, trapped between her skin and her silken black button up. Kya had expressed her appreciation for Helena’s suit, several times, yet Helena had not seen the appeal until just now. The darkness of her shirt slimmed her down a little, whilst also concealing the fact she was sweating bullets. Her turquoise suit jacket was cut to perfection, emphasising both the strength of her shoulders and her feminine curves, without drawing attention to an overly generous bust. The matching pants fit her like a second skin, showing off impossibly long legs right to heels which meant business. Not only did they elevate her above the heads of many men, they also screamed womanly power. That she could, and would, step on any fool who crossed her path. Then, there was her crisp white tie… the very tie currently embraced between Kya’s gentle fingers. “Who cares about the music? We make our own rules, babe, always have. This was meant to be something fun, Helena. I didn’t think it’d be like this. I just thought it’d be romantic. Like going to prom with my soulmate, instead of some boy who expected me to finish the night on the backseat of his car.” “That boy dare-“ “He didn’t try to physically force me. He was confused as to why I wouldn’t, tried to convince me verbally, but he never laid a hand on me. He wasn’t a bad person, just an ignorant one. He was influenced by the wrong people. He actually wrote me an apology. It doesn’t makes my memory of prom the best.” “Yeah, had a bitch, but she ain’t bad as you. So hit me up when you passing through. I’ll give you something big enough to tear your ass in two” “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” Kya exploded, her wrath erupting in an enraged shout. Her voice carried, drawing countless gazes to the human embodiment of furious flames about to claim their penance. Kya’s entire body trembled, almost as if her growls were causing her to vibrate, and her cheeks took on a hue often associated with a devil. The fire in her eyes seemed poised to devour the world in its search for vengeance, yet Kya tempered it to three precise culprits. Three large men, all crowding around an uncomfortable-looking DJ who cringed as the song continued to play across a stagnant dance floor. “What’s wrong? Don’t like the music, dyke?” The first man sneered, his voice grating from between crooked teeth. His mates laughed, playfully jabbing him in his well-padded arms, hooting their drunken approval. His large belly jiggled as he laughed. Helena’s eye was drawn to his shirt, specifically the valiant efforts of a single thread stretched between a disconnected button and said shirt. “You’ve been playing rape culture bullshit for over half an hour. Do you even know what half of this shit means? Slip her a Molly? That is roofies! Drugging a woman’s drink to sleep with her, cause that’s totally sexy. That Nirvana song? It is literally about a rape victim. Did you idiots even stop to think that some people here might have gone through that?” Kya’s accusations were sharp, to the point, a jab of a blade straight to the ribcage. “We thought it was setting the mood. Isn’t your bitch DTF? She looks the type.” The second man taunted, giving a poor attempt at a suggestive wiggle of his brows. This man appeared more in shape, lithe, with the veins standing stark beneath his muscles. However, the stench of alcohol was only smothered by the copious amounts of noisme body spray he stained his wrinkled shirt with. “This isn’t the 1800s, dude. Women have the right to get married and be together outside of a Pornhub video.” Kya’s tone dropped along with her brows, her expression challenging, daring the men to come up with a retort worthy of her. “It isn’t rape if the bitch wants it.” The third man jeered. Unlike his counterparts, he appeared clean and put together, something Helena might have even called attractive before he opened his mouth. A good-looking man, ruined by his horrific mouth or corrupt by the company he kept. “What happened to you three? How can you be so cruel as to deliberately target someone just for existing? I know you’ve been watching us and noticed Helena’s reactions.” Kya’s words struck Helena to the core. Suddenly everything made too much sense. How the songs had seemed to only get worse and worse, their violations and sexist attitude more crudely represented. More stark. How the music had steadily grown louder and louder, until their sounds had burned into Helena’s consciousness. Until they became shadows which she could not be free of. Shadows where leering eyes hid, a pride of lions or a pack of wolves slowly circling their prey. What she had dismissed as a trickle of sweat down her back now stood out, an instinctual twinge, a warning. One she had not taken heed of. It left her wondering, was anywhere truly safe for her aside from Kya’s arms? Even in this strange new world, where nobody knew her crimes, she found herself persecuted. Had coming here truly been the new start she believed it to be? Or had she just fled her own insecurity into a pit of newer, wiser vipers whilst she played catch up for over thirty years of missing knowledge? “This is America, we have the right to listen to what we want.” “You have a constitutional right not to be a colossal dick.” Kya fired back without pause. This earned several snickers from around the room at the man’s expense. She wasn’t done, not even close. Kya continued, launching into a scolding with enough disgust in her tone to cow the watching crowds. “After everything she has done for this damn country, hell, the world, she deserves ONE night without some douchebags throwing shit at her. All we wanted was to come and have a lovely night out, not cop sexual harassment from a failed security guard, an alcoholic and a walking advertisement for how not to be a man all trying to relive their high school glory days.” “What? She got bored of servicing all the real men and went for her own bitch to boss around instead?” The second man taunted, snickering loudly at Kya’s repulsed expression. The expression was barely a flicker on the way to a smile. No, a smile implied genuine joy and happiness. Kya’s expression was something far darker. Ink dropped into water, sinking to the bottom of the glass. Purity tainted by malicious intent. Helena internally flinched. That expression was unlike anything she had seen from Kya before, save when Kya dealt with the Queen. It was the closest Kya could ever come to such wickedness; the closest Helena could bare to see her fall. “Oh I get it now. This is about your inferiority complex that no woman as gorgeous as Helena would want to be within ten feet of you unless it was to deliver a restraining order.” Kya’s voice was so calm, so crisp and clear, yet somehow a sneer. Something that even the Witch Queen could never truly pull off. It all happened so fast. Faster than Helena could even react. One moment, Kya was snarling in the face of some asshole, the next he had reached out in a sloppy attempt to smack her. Kya was faster. In a blink, she had grabbed the man’s wrist, grip unyielding, stepped into his space and twisted her body. Just like Helena had taught her. The man went plummeting to the ground in a flurry of ill-fitting formalwear and disgusting body spray. The collision was bone-jarring, filling the room with an audible thud. Before anybody could do anything more than gasp, the third man launched at Kya’s exposed back. Helena’s heart leapt into her throat, her magic burning beneath her skin in preparation to unleash. It was a pointless endeavour. Kya moved naturally, as fluidly as a trickling stream with the passion of a dancer and the heart of a knight. Her elbow came up, driven into the man’s nose without a moment of hesitation. He too fell, left with only his hands to try and still the raging current of blood pouring between his trembling fingers. His hands desperately palmed the broken mass of his nose, which made his cries sound wet and gargling. A second strike, a vicious kick to his groin, ensured he would not be getting up again. Helena arched a brow. That was not something she had taught Kya. “How?” The most rotund of the three questioned, wisely keeping his hands well away from Kya as she stormed up to him. Helena knew his fear, it was once an intimate companion to her afterall. He looked at Kya as if she were the Witch Queen, something which sat uneasily in Helena’s gut. Even here, Kya was not the Queen. She had not taken evident joy in her power over these men, nor in their fear. Kya wore an entirely too calm expression, as if the violence had been a bore to her. As if the blood running down her arm was something to be nonchalant about. She was silent as she reached out, hooking a single finger into the string stretched between button and shirt. Finally, it gave out, snapping under the added pressure. Then, Kya spoke, her voice kept low as if to protect the man from further humiliation. “My wife is a war hero. I’m not the scary one.” She informed, using the tails of his shirt to wipe the blood from her arm. At Kya’s words, Helena noticed the room focus on her for a moment, awe and respect flooding their eyes in a manner that was entirely too familiar. Too uncomfortable. It was the awe and fear of Reiner’s army. How long would it be until they too saw the monster she could be? Could that be how they now viewed Kya? “She’s earned her peace, and I’ll fuck up anybody who tries to attack that. She shouldn’t have to kill anybody else to protect this country, let alone deal with shitfucks like your friends shaming her for having an ounce of happiness.” Kya continued, eyes blazing dangerously. That. That there was something the Queen never had. The heat in her eyes, the fire and compassion. Helena’s heart rose in her throat. She’d seen this scene before. The Queen, leering over her prey, leaning down to mock their failure before she crushed them. Now Helena could see it. Kya’s connection to the Queen. The heat had faded from her cheeks, yet that heat seemed to have migrated to her eyes. Where the queen froze, Kya blazed, charring the man’s willpower to cinders with but one annoyed glance. Her focused glare had him trembling, fearing what she might do next. Helena felt that fear. Had the queen claimed her lover? Was she to truly lose her happiness now? Was fate so cruel? “Your friends will need medical care. That elbow could have broken more than his nose, and your other buddy smacked his head pretty hard.” Kya added, concern filtering into her expression for a microsecond before she turned. With the grace and confidence of a Queen, she strode over to the first man, her dress fluttering around her knees like wisps of shadows and silk. She leaned down towards the man, crouching so that she could speak directly to him. “If I ever hear you dared touch another soul without their consent, then you will no longer have hands.” Kya warned, her voice a tide of outrage tempered by her own compassion. Her hand upon him reminded him to stay down, but also touched with concern. Feeling how his heart rose to meet her palm. Despite his unfocused gaze, he afforded her his full attention, staring at her as if he was looking upon an Angel. No, not an Angel. A Valkyrie of Nordic legend. A guide to the lost heroes, the one to guide their souls to peace. Helena understood, for she gazed in utter devotion. This Kya was a new creature, one embodying her soulmate, channelling Helena’s protective energy in a uniquely Kya way. Helena couldn’t help but smile, to grace her protector with an approving twitch of her lips and a nod. Kya was not the Queen, nor did she continue her violence when it was not in defence. She had picked up arms in this moment so Helena would not. So Helena did not have to. Just as Kya had promised, she protected Helena’s peace. Kya rose after a few more moments, stony eyes softened to gems as she gazed upon Helena. The Valkyrie extended her hand, fingers imploring Helena’s to weave between them with a silent little wiggle. Helena, a lost soul if ever there was one, was helpless to do anything but reach, to accept the hand offered to her. With the softest of smiles, she entrusted herself entirely to her soulmate, her Valkyrie, trusting that if Kya was not her peace then at least she would lead Helena there.

[passivenovember]

The Skull on the Shelf that Bares My Name

This is my first time posting a fic on tumblr, so. Here goes nothing

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Billy was like an oil painting that had been around for a thousand years. Pretty in the right lighting, hideous in the swell of nightfall. All rough edges and smeared color, full of broken things inside that cut through the air and rattled around like shattered glass whenever anyone got too close, bristling and blowing with the 75mph wind that tumbled through his soul.

Billy thought it was breathtaking.

Thought he was breathtaking with split knuckles and broken ribs. Matted hair tangled with dried blood. Busted lips painted red, color spilling down his chin when he smiled too wide at his reflection.

He liked it messy and hideous.

Did everything he could to destroy the precious image, the golden boy.

He had always been pretty. Like a girl; sparkly eyes and curly hair. Neil had always old him someone would come along and color outside the lines, scribble over the image his mother had left behind and Billy had always been so breakable in the face of adversity.

Flinching against hurt and agony until it became commonplace. Until he grew tired of gluing himself back together every night under the light of the moon.

His face was beautiful like a sculpture carved from stone, or a window into the face of his mother and her mother, but.

Billy himself was like a cardboard box full of glass.

The Billy on the inside was sharp.

And crude.

And violent, when the mood struck him. Ask anyone and they'd tell you; guy's like a train barreling through an apartment building.

And he was.

A glorious, terrible, beautiful, ravenous storm brewing in the open sea.

Billy hadn't known girls could be hazardous.

He knew they were soft. Pretty, delicate and sometimes tough when they had to be. His mother had been like that--brazen. Flighty and aggressive in a different way, like when the sun emerges from the clouds and shines too brightly.

She was warm and loving.

Perfect in her femininity. Billy looked nothing like his mother because she dressed like a wood nymph, all sheer fabric and dresses that defied gravity. Her hair was blonde and curly, always pinned back with clips and beautiful scarves and Billy wanted desperately to look like her.

Film star beauty.

Painted lips, soft hands. When she threw herself off the bridge he brushed his fingertips over the fabric in her closet and tried to imagine what it would feel like to have the world at your feet.

She was so beautiful it felt like swallowing tar.

Hot and boiling on a summer's day.

Billy pulled something from the rack, ran his fingers around the liquid soft fabric of his mother's favorite dress; the white one with the pearl neckline that felt like water settling around his shoulders. They said she was going to be buried in this one and Billy hated it.

Hated that something so beautiful, so delicate would rot away in the cool, damp earth.

He sat in front of her vanity and watched the light twinkle against the jewels that littered the countertop; rubies, emeralds, opal stone cut into neat shapes. When he was a child Billy's mother would let him play with her rings because they made good skipping stones in the pond out back.

We'll always find more, his mother would say, and it was true. Neil spared no expense in making her shine like a million stars as if she didn't already steal the air from every room.

Pocket it in her velvet handbags for safekeeping.

Billy put a ring on each finger and studied his reflection in the pristine vintage mirror.

He looked like a rat.

A rat in a pretty dress, playing pretend for a day.

The front door slammed open and Billy put the dress back on the hanger.

The girl on the T.V. wasn't like his mother at all.

Not soft or feminine, but smoldering. Alight with power and freedom as she strutted around the stage. She looked like her eyes were swimming in water; thick black makeup smudged around green orbs, hair messy and tangled, legs littered bruises that peaked through the holes in her stockings as the lights threw her into disarray.

Slut kiss girls won't you promise her smack

is she ugly on the inside

is she ugly from the back...

The woman was a disaster packaged in something almost pretty but not quite. Like a beauty queen moments after winning the crown fair and square, tear stained makeup and fleeting promises of eternal beauty. She flung herself around the stage, dress ripped to shreds as the hands of the audience tried to tear away pieces of her flesh.

Her fingers were bruised and bloody as she wailed away on the guitar. Nails cracked and worn with the weight of her vengeance. With each press of her lips against the microphone the color oozed outside the lines of her mouth until she looked like a living dead girl and Billy.

He had never seen someone so beautiful.

The first time he put on a dress for real it had been an homage to his silver screen queen.

Black shift dress. Baby doll sleeves. Torn stockings and barrettes in his hair.

Kinderwhore they called it.

Billy stood awkwardly in front of the mirror in the bathroom and tried to make sense of the princess seam that came to an unsteady rest just above the line of his ribs. The clinging fabric felt nothing like the one his mother had been buried in it felt.

Dirty.

Sinful. Instantly cloaked in assumptions; he does heroin. He's a a bum and a loser in search of something the music can't give him so he searches for it in the sting of a needle. Billy bit down on his lips until they bled.

The color ran thick like maple syrup over the skin of his face, bringing out the blue in his eyes as it ran down his chin. As it caught in the stubble-rough landing of his jawline.

Billy looked like a mess.

Instantly, he was addicted. The first time Billy saw her he knew; that was his own image reflected back at him from the fifteen inch screen.

He began looking for inspiration wherever he could find it.

Debbie Harry, Freddie Mercury, Joan Jett, David Bowie. Women and men. Gods. His heroes. Feminine and masculine and dirty.

Courtney Love was always his favorite.

Filthy. Absolutely gut wrenching. Every time he saw her perform it was like his spleen was being ripped out and Billy couldn't escape the way he saw so much of himself reflected in her. All his rage and discomfort, his fury amplified by a million.

So he tried to emulate it.

Billy shopped around local thrift stores to find leopard print jackets and peasant tops. Dresses that hung wide or snuggled against the swell of his hips, kitten heels that brought much needed length to his hamburger legs and when he brought them home, always through the backdoor and stuffed carefully into a trash bag, Neil would raise an eyebrow.

Playing dress up?

Billy would grimace. Max is lookin' to be a Debbie Harry for Halloween. 'M helpin' her find the prefect dress.

And Neil drank like the answers sawm in a bottle of gin, so.

He would raise a fist at that. Never fully convinced but satiated, content with Billy playing the perfect older brother. His nose would bleed on the nights when Neil couldn't shake the impression that his son was a faggot but that was as far as it went.

Max never asked questions and Billy never told her the truth; that he felt more like himself when Courtney Love stared back at him in the mirror.

She sat with him sometimes.

Watched him apply his mother's lipstick, carefully at first and then all at once when the music carried him down.

Black lung coat and your little crown That's the crown that you get for falling down Hey baby, let me look in your eyes I see you standing in a weird red light...

"Why do you listen to this shit?" Max wrinkled her nose. Like a freckled bunny rabbit, it was kind of ridiculous. "She screams so fuckin' loud, you can't even understand what she's--"

"Mascara."

"Why? I know girls who would kill for your eyelashes."

Billy snapped his fingers. Max handed over the little black tube with a trademark eye roll, resting her chin in her hands as Billy repeated the process of careful application and then careless destruction of his hard work.

"Look prettier when you keep it nice," She snapped.

And Billy just chuckled. "I don't wanna look nice."

Max stared at him, popping a jaw breaker into her mouth. "Why not? Isn't that the whole point of makeup, to look pretty?"

Billy scrubbed at his eyes, warmth flooding his stomach again at the way the blue stood out against the black ring around his eyes. Like carefully crafted bruises, nothing like the ones Neil gave him. He shrugged his shoulders.

"That's so fuckin' predictable." He sat on the bed, pushing the hem of his skirt to roll the nylon against his legs.

"Using makeup and clothes to look worse, fuckin' idiotic." Max grumbled, but she watched with glowing eyes as Billy began scraping his nails down the length, creating runs in the delicate fabric.

"You gonna sit there yapping or are you gonna help?" He bitched.

Max slid to her knees in front of him, getting to work tearing holes into the stockings the way she knew Billy liked.

It was therapeutic, almost, having the help.

"I like when you do Blondie." She said after a while. "Fuck ton less work and Courtney makes you aggressive. She's got the energy of a horny dude, it's fucked up."

Billy smirked.

It was always more fun to play pretend with Max and her bitchy voice tethering him to the ground. He feared that, without it, he'd get lost in the feeling of freedom. Fly too close to the sun or something, catch on fire when he inevitably missed the tell-tale creek of the floorboards that meant Neil was listening in.

Max annoyed the hell out of him, but.

She kept him safe. Why, he didn't know.

Maybe she really was interested in the whole thing, electing to believe that every boy wanted to be a girl because the alternative meant her brother was sick in a way that couldn't be cured.

Billy stood, slipping on the kitten heels while Max held his hand.

He admired his handiwork.

"Gotta hand it you," Max whistled, low like a wolf. "Gets shittier every time we do it."

"Shut up, brat." But Billy was grinning.

For Max, that was a compliment.

Don't blush when I rip you open Hey baby, let me look in your eyes As you go off into your weird red light...

He ran his hands down the soft fabric, relishing the way the hem tickled the sensitive skin of his thighs.

He was pretty.

Not like his mother, not like Courtney Love, but.

Uniquely himself.

Max cocked her head to the side. "Don't you get tired of getting all dressed up with nowhere to go?"

Billy bristled. "Oh yeah? And where could I go in San Fran that wouldn't skin me on the spot for dressing like a bitch?"

"Castro." The gay area.

Billy felt his cheeks darken. He thought about it for a second; the lights, the thralls of people just letting the light in. Being themselves.

He shook his head, turning back to the mirror with a glare. "Yeah, okay. I'll get right on that."

"Cool, I'll just fetch my coat." Max turned to leave, chucking when Billy trapped her with an iron grip. "Relax, spaz. Neil would kill us both if he saw you looking like that."

And.

She was right. Billy had thought about it countless times before, what would happen if he threw a jacket over his baby doll dress and slipped out the back door one night. How the cool air would feel on the bare skin of his thighs, but. That's all it ever was. Just speculation.

Only dreams.

Knowing his luck he'd catch Neil in the hallway after his midnight piss and that'd be it. They'd never get the blood out of the wallpaper.

"Looks like we're stuck playing pretend." Billy patted absently at his spring of messy curls, refusing to let the sadness seep through but Max noticed immediately. Perceptive little shit.

She held up a finger, disappearing through the crack in the door. A second later she was back with her polaroid camera.

"Smile."

"No fuckin' way," Billy snarled. He could already imagine it; Neil digging through his sock drawer to find the pot he was always accusing Billy of smoking, only to stumble across something else.

Something worse.

Billy's ribs began to ache with the phantom memory of those fists planting like flower bulbs in fresh soil. He bruised easily, like an overripe peach.

Not everyone knew that about him, but. He did.

Max frowned. "Come on, we could send them to Courtney's P.O. box, I'm sure she'd be flattered."

Billy shook his head, tears swamping his vision as Max lifted the camera. The flash was blinding. Billy lunged for it, swearing as Max slipped past his grip. She took another picture.

And another.

And then another, until polaroid's littered the floor like fallen leaves on the dirty ground. Billy had tears rolling down his cheeks, ruining his makeup by the time she finally stopped. He held out his hand. "Max, just. Give that fuckin' thing to me. Now, we gotta burn this shit, alright? We gotta--"

But she wasn't listening, she was staring at the first image she had taken, when Billy was caught off guard. Max was absorbed in it, eyes glittering with something Billy had never seen before.

He snatched the picture from her hands and lifted it up to his face, brow wrinkled in disgust until--

This wasn't anything like staring in the mirror.

It felt more immediate, more real as Billy examined the image of a flawless stranger. Of a woman.

Of Courtney Love.

"Pretty," Max said.

And.

Yeah. He was.

They started taking pictures every time Billy got dressed up.

Max would help him get ready and then they'd do little photoshoots in his bedroom. He was a reluctant subject at first, awkward in his own skin until she suggested they smoke a joint before each session.

"To loosen you up a little, dick wad."

"What kinda brother would I be if I let my kid sister smoke pot?" Billy shook his head. "Absolutely not, Max."

She shrugged. "Then you do it."

So, he did.

And it helped. They switched up the music, finding it easiest to shoot to The Smashing Pumpkins, played with lighting and mood until she was satisfied with the "vibe," made immortal on film.

The images Max captured were like moments in time, archived in the shoebox under his bed. Billy looked like a rock star in every one--Debbie Harry on some days, Courtney on others; hair messy, cigarette trapped between his fingers, stockings ripped to shreds.

Max admitted that Courtney was her favorite, after a while, so that's the one that stuck.

And Billy loved every picture she took. Loved her artistic eye, obvious in the way she moved his lamp around the room to capture his features just so. Every session was serious like she was the photographer at Rolling Stone and he was her subject for the week.

It was addictive.

They had been taking pictures every night for a month when Neil caught them in the act.

The first punch felt like a bomb had gone off in his head, and Billy hit the floor without so much as a fight.

He remembers blood on the carpet.

Blood in his hair. On the walls. A splitting pain in his ribs and between his legs.

Keep digging your own grave, William.

Max patched him up after Neil's car tore out of the driveway.

"I'm sorry Billy." He hadn't realised she was crying. He ran his fingers over her cheek. "It's all my fault, I didn't mean--"

"I felt pretty." He said.

They stopped taking pictures after that.

Moving to Hawkins, Indiana was like stepping off the Earth and floating through space.

Billy felt weightless.

Every mistake, every hidden secret cloaked in baby doll dresses and leopard print coats had been left in San Francisco where they belonged. Stuffed in the back of his closet with the polaroid's they were able to tape back together.

He tried to forget the way it made him feel.

"You're the prettiest boy I've ever seen."

It wasn't meant to be a compliment. Billy could tell that from the way Steve's lips curled into a snarl.

He pushed his way into Billy's space, clearly drunk and high off something that made his pupils swallow the milky brown of his eyes.

Steve looked like he was swimming.

There were track marks in his arm. "You're like a vision," He reached out to touch, to feel, flinching back when Billy slapped his hand away.

"I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing, Harrington--"

"I think I'm in love with you."

And Billy had thought the same thing, the first time they ran into each other at the gay bar in Indianapolis, but. People talked.

Hawkins talked, like the city itself was an entity with a pulse and conscience that had been shot to shit in the eighties. Billy did his best to glare. "You don't love me, pretty boy."

"No, I." Steve grinned. He was high as a fucking kite. "I do. You're my guardian angel." He laughed hysterically, in a way that made Billy's skin crawl.

"What, your dealer tell you that?" He huffed.

And it was mean.

So fucking mean. If Steve was a junkie his skin wouldn't be so clear, so smooth. Like black cherries in milk, goddammit. Billy wanted to lap at the skin on his neck, taste the salt of his skin.

He wondered distantly if he'd be able to get high from it.

Probably. Steve smiled anyway. "Let me take you home."

"Such a fuckin' line," Billy said.

But he was already tugging pretty boy through the crowd.

Billy kept his dresses in the back of his closet where he kept his mother's suicide letters.

She had written more than one, consumed by her sadness in a way Billy had never understood until he had taken the fairy light inside him and smothered it.

Every once in a while, when Neil was out of the house and Max was at school or something, He'd take one out just to feel the weightlessness of the fabric settle against his skin.

Like little paper angels.

Like the whisper of something like hope but not quite, just out of reach.

He never did the full look anymore. Never put his heart and soul into it the way he had before, when Max was there to keep him from floating away, but.

Gradually he felt himself catch fire.

They had been together for three months when Steve peeled back the layers.

Neil was away on business, so Steve was sleeping over. Needed a shirt or sweats or to sleep in, catching sight of something bright red and shiny as he shifted the leather jackets at Greatful Dead t-shirts to the side to expose a stash of beautiful gowns that shone like an open sore against the soft light in Billy's bedroom.

Billy came through the open door, words dying on his lips as the bong in his hand shattered on the floor.

Steve held the dress up against the light, tongue poking out of his mouth in consideration.

"Max wants to be Debbie Harry for Halloween," Billy fished for his old excuse, eyes welling up with tears when Steve's jaw set in a firm line. "I'm helping her find the perfect dress, I--"

"Bill's--"

"That's not mine, Steve, I swear." Billy dropped to the floor.

Got on his fucking knees, hands level with his face in a silent prayer as he tripped over himself to rebuild the walls that had kept him safe. He was talking, spewing bullshit as Steve stood motionless against the closet door. Billy flung his arms around Steve's legs. Buried his face in his thighs, because.

He couldn't go through it again.

Wouldn't survive it.

"I never even seen that before, Stevie, please."

"Get up." Pretty boy commanded.

And.

Billy blinked teary, soulful eyes at him. "Huh?"

Steve shook his head. "I said stand up, baby. Get off the fucking floor."

Billy did. Steve watched him for a moment, expression unreadable. Billy prepared himself for the gut punch, the harsh word, the look of disgust in those eyes that had never shown anything but reverence for Billy, but it never came. In a single, syrupy slow motion Steve held the dress to Billy's throat, scanning him up and down in a way that left Bill naked and squirming.

He couldn't breathe. Couldn't think, as Steve smiled softly.

"Wanna see you." He said.

And. "What?"

"Can you put it on for me?" Steve asked. "Bet you look gorgeous. Like an angel, or a model or something--"

Billy let out a thick, wet sound. "I look like a beast, I'm--"

"No." Billy jumped when Steve nuzzled against his neck, the dress trapped like a gossamer curtain between them. "Bet you look like a deity. A goddess of rock n' roll. Like Courtney Love, right?"

And Billy had done a lot of things in his life. He was a builder of fortresses, a hider, an adventurer when the mood struck him. Billy protected himself and Max and his mother for as long as he could remember, carrying things that were too heavy for those with weaker shoulders, but.

He had never shown himself to someone he loved. No sugar, no cream, just.

Completely himself.

Billy took the dress and opened the safe in the corner. Pulled out his mother's makeup and painted himself into a masterpiece as Steve watched, motionless on the bed.

When he was done Billy was afraid to look in the mirror.

Terrified of what he'd see but Steve took him in his arms, peppering gentle kisses all along his face until Billy had built up enough courage.

"Ready? Steve whispered.

Billy let himself be turned around. Situated under the heavy sling of Steve's arm, until--

"Pretty."

Steve nodded. "Beautiful."

[miserylovescompanyfanfic]

MLC Ch: 4

E.C.P.D

There was a slightly larger crowd than usual, especially for a weeknight, but Emilia-- Rose , didn’t pay much attention to it. Instead, she focused more on the fact that Fiona and Scourge were entertaining the white echidna again, the Doctor as he was known; he came in every once in a while- but more recently these last few weeks.

Rose watched him from behind the curtain where the patrons couldn’t see her, not like they wanted to anyways-- their attention was grabbed by the rabbit on the stage. Carrotia didn’t bother with a stage name for herself, she wanted everyone to know exactly who she is.

Rose frowned at the Doctor; he looked interesting, and she was extremely fascinated by him to say the least. His eyes were an odd gold while what would usually be the white sclera of the eyes was an abnormal black. Rose watched with rapt interest as he slid a small bag of something towards Scourge while Fiona distracted someone else who was sitting with them.

The music stopped and the DJ came over the loudspeakers, Carrotia sauntered off the stage, giving a little emphasis of a tail wiggle right before she disappeared behind the curtains. She was sweaty and red cheeked but looked powerful, exhilarated, hungry . Carrotia side stepped Rose, smacking the hedgehog with her ear as she flipped it over her shoulder, giving the hedgehog a sideways glare as she went to reapply her makeup and perfume.

“Everybody knows her, everybody loves her! She’s the most beautiful flower in the garden! It’s Roooossssse!” she heard her stage name get called over the loudspeakers and took a deep breath, shaking her shoulders and straightening her back, holding her head up high as she presented herself to the room. The spotlight was on her, but no longer did it blind her. She arched her back against the curtain, before strutting out on the catwalk to the beat of some song she’s heard a thousand times over. She couldn’t see into the back of the room, but she could see Fiona, Scourge, and the Doctor up near the front.

Whenever the Doctor was here, he seemed to have a keen fascination for her; maybe it was why she had a fascination about him, too. She dropped to the floor in a split, bringing her legs together after a moment before crawling towards them, putting emphasis into her hips moving and her shoulders framing her exposed cleavage.

Ah, yes. The Doctor was leaning forward, his golden eyes predatory and flashing hungrily, there seemed to be a shine to them. Rose was certain that if there wasn’t a clear barrier between the main stage and the rest of the lobby, he would’ve touched her then and there.

Although Rose didn’t let this fact worry her, it was still a bit disturbing at how little some people could control themselves.

Just as she was within reach of the Doctor, she spun away, sitting on her knees and lifting her quills away to expose the low back of her silver dress. She could hear the whistles and calls, and hear the growls coming from the echidna, she wiggled her tail a little before standing up in one fluid motion, walking back over to the pole and wrapping her leg around it and holding herself up with one arm, showcasing her muscles that she still had.

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Cream Puff, also just called Puff, walked around the room, giving lap dances to people who waved more than a couple mobium at her. She spotted Flame (Blair’s stage name) sitting in a silver hedgehog’s lap, her whispering something in his ear as he looked intently at the floor, his hands positioned on her hips but not exploring. When Puff walked by someone they smacked her butt and whistled when they saw how it bounced. Even though Puff giggled and winked, she was jealous of Flame finding someone not openly molesting her.

Puff approached a green hedgehog with fun looking bangs, they were scattered all over his head and he had piercing blue eyes. She sat down on the ground between his legs and smiled endearingly up at him, placing her hands on his knees as she raised herself to be closer to him.

“You look like someone I should get to know better,” she said playfully, batting her eyelashes at him. He chuckled, holding his hand out to her.

“Well, I’m Manic for starters.” She took his hand and kissed the tip of his finger.

“I’m Cream Puff, but you can call me Cream.” She winked at him. He smiled charmingly, and leaned back on the lounge chair he was sitting at, showing off a silver pendant sitting on his chest.

“What do you want to know about me, Cream?” He humored her, and Cream got up and sat next to him in the lounge, draping her legs over his and leaned towards him.

“You have to tell me who does your hair, your bangs are incredible.” She smiled at him.

The doors flew open then, men in armor that had E.C.P.D on the front in bright yellow coloring with guns pointed into the room flooded in. The silver hedgehog that Flame was on had restrained Doctor right before the door busted open. The music stopped suddenly, and everyone’s hands slowly raised in the air.

Fiona approached angrily as Scourge slunk out the back, she stood with her chest puffed out and her hands on her hips and pointed a finger up at the person in the front of the group.

“ What is the meaning of this?” She demanded; the leader of the group took off their mask to reveal a pink echidna with purple tipped bangs and piercing violet eyes.

“Fiona Fox, you and your business partner, Scourge the Hedgehog, are under arrest for housing illicit activities, possession of illegal drugs, moving illegal commerce over city boarders, mobian trafficking, illegal embezzlement of funds, and missing your court date in Station Square.”

“Wha-“ Fiona gasped as another police officer cuffed her, “you can’t do this! You need a warrant to enter this establishment!”

The pink echidna smiled almost cruelly as she showed a piece of paper signed by the attorney general of the city-state that they resided in.

“We have that, also-“ she started slowly, leaning in close and whispering something to her. Fiona’s eyes widened as her face reddened in anger.

“Why you-!”

“Careful, anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law.” The pink echidna waved her hand and gestured for her to be taken away. Then, her attention was set on the white echidna that was being restrained by the silver hedgehog.

“Someone, go find Scourge.” She called out to her squad, the green hedgehog that Cream Puff was sitting on stood up and jogged to the back room, searching for the other green hedgehog.

“Ah, Julie-Su.” The Doctor said sweetly, smiling as he stared her directly in the eyes, which is impressive seeing as he himself is rather tall. “I was wondering when we would meet like this.”

“Doctor Finitevus, I’m not surprised you’re the supplier.” She said in disdain, looking him up and down before shooting him a glare. “You’re under arrest too, but that shouldn’t come as a surprise to you-- you’ve been evading the police for years.”

He sighed, “and lo, here we are.”

“So it seems,” she stated. Cuffing him as well and leading him out of the building.

“Shadow, take testimony.” She looked to another member, he also removed his mask and holstered his gun.

“Yes Chief,” he nodded, looking into the room. “Please, nobody leave the premises until we are done. Cooperation will make this go smoothly.” He brought out a notebook and a pen along with a tape recorder, approaching the first person.

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Rose had rushed backstage right before the entrance, her instincts still as strong now as they were years ago; funny, how life saving training sticks with you... through life. She saw Scourge rush back, and immediately went to tackle him. He went down hard, grunting as she pinned his arms behind his back.

“Emilia, you dumb bitch, get off of me!” He yelled as his face was shamed on the floor. She growled.

“Scourge, what the hell is going on?” She demanded, “I’m not letting you up until you tell me.”

“The cops are here is what’s going on, now get off me!” He struggled, bucking her off of him as he jumped up and went to run out of the room and out the emergency exit. Emilia lunged for him, dragging him down as she crawled up to him and bit his ear.

Hard.

He grunted, glaring daggers at her. The chill that went down her spine from the glare he gave her felt as cold as the ice his eyes resembled.

Another green hedgehog burst through the back of the club then, his gun drawn. He eyed the two on the ground, nodding to Emilia as he grabbed Scourge’s arm and dragged him to stand up.

“Scourge the Hedgehog, you’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney-“ His voice faded out as Emilia wrapped her arms around her torso; Scourge had managed to rip her dress away during the fight-- which is what the dress was made for, but it felt like a violation. “-Do you wish to speak to me?” Manic’s voice broke through, and Scourge bared his teeth at Emilia and growled. Manic finished handcuffing him and pushed him out of the back room.

“Miss, please come out here with the rest.” Manic gestured for her to follow him out, and Amy breathed a shaky sigh before following.

The girls were covered in towels, Blair and Mira were talking to the silver hedgehog as he gave Blair his jacket to cover up.

Amy noticed the black hedgehog, and her eyes widened as he was pointed over to her- his piercing red eyes familiar as they connected with her own.

“Oh” so she thought, arms covering what her little bra wouldn’t. “So the chances are pretty high.”

He came up to her, tipped his head slightly in greeting. “Miss, would you like a towel?”

Emilia looked woefully to the side, patrons had been detained and asked to stay, the dancers were off to the side and covered in towels, Cream was talking to a bee police officer but she seemed fine.

“Yeah,” Emilia said finally, her adrenaline still kicking and making her shake. She hadn’t had to use that much energy, or take someone down, in a really long time. She was glad for her instincts and her skills were still sharp enough to do so, but…

He dropped the towel gently over her shoulders, carefully releasing it after a moment. His eyes were gentle and searching as she met his gaze once again for the second time that day.

“My name is Shadow the Hedgehog, we’re here to help. Please, give me your full name and your statements.”

“Emilia Wine,” she sighed, gripping the towel as the shakes were getting worse. “I-I’m,” her voice started to crack and she cleared her throat. “I’m a dancer here, I was on stage when the door shot open, I ran backstage about the same time Scourge did.” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “I tackled him. I knew whatever was happening was because of him and I panicked so I pinned him to the floor. He got the upper hand and got on top of me, ripping my dress away in the process. I was able to attack him again by biting his ear and restraining him until someone found us.”

“Who found you?” Shadow wrote down, his tape recorder next to them on a chair.

She gestured to the green hedgehog. “Him, Manic.” Shadow tilted his head for a second but nodded.

“So, you took him down?” Shadow questioned again, an eyebrow raised in surprise as she paused his tape recorder and put down his pencil. “Do you have some training taking people down or something?” She assumed it was his version of a joke with the way he gave a slight chuckle.

Though... flashes crossed Emilia’s mind in that moment; back when she was still Amy, back when she was still a child forced to fight a war; forced to see so many people die fruitless deaths; forced to detain people; forced to fight for her life for.. For Sonic. Amy was just a child, Emilia is an adult.

“Umm,” she blinked away the tears that started to swell, moving her bangs out of her face as she tried to crack a smile, but... it probably looked like a grimace.

“You could say that, yeah.”

[paniccord-ff]

3.

Opening my locker in a huff, closing my eyes as I sighed out while hearing a thud on the floor “not now!” I spat, opening my eyes looking down at my phone. This happens on a daily basis with me, every time I open my locker my phone falls out. Looking up at my locker, this locker is a mess so it is on me “let me” hearing his husky voice once again “why thank you Daniel” stepping back “it’s cool, hard day? Bailey not got away yet?” taking my phone from him “she is still with the changeover crew, I slipped away. I am just too damn tired for this shit half of the time” seeing the text from my brother which I will ignore because he stole my car again, I don’t want to hear it “always someone getting shot here” Daniel joked “I can’t wait to actually become more than an Emergency room nurse, I know I need to work my way up there. I am just blessed to be here, ignore me” I am so fed up “you know what Rylee, I know you said you don’t want to know but come on. It’s Friday, let’s go out for some drinks, just as friends” he says friends and then creates rumours that we are more “right, last time you said that we kissed” Daniel rubbed his head looking a shamed “oh come on, I understand now. Maybe one day you will like me” I will never like him, just because I found out he fucks with every nurse in this place “you know that bitch Carly, she about to catch these hands!” Bailey shouted, she is screaming in a locker room that could have important people here “what is wrong?” I said, Bailey came around the corner “telling me my motherfucking job! You know what. I am just so happy to see the weekend” Bailey will slap Carly one day, to be honest I want to slap her myself that is why I walked away “I was telling Rylee, let’s go out. Friends?” rolling my eyes as I turned my head away, we can never shake this guy away from us. Bailey giggled at me “you know what, Rylee let’s do something” I can’t believe she is agreeing to this.

Holding the white dress up to the mirror while J. Cole played in the background “the hell do I wear” I said to myself, I can’t wear white because it gets dirty too quickly “not that then” turning around as I threw the dress on my bed, I don’t think I want to go out now. Seeing my bed full of dresses that are ok to wear but I don’t feel right in. Grabbing my phone, let me find out what my bitch is wearing. Pressing the loud speaker as my phone rang out, I look awful “are you ready?” Bailey asked, eyeballing my screen confused “hell no bitch, I am still deciding. What we doing exactly? I don’t know what to wear? Shall we match?” Bailey and I have matching dresses, I have become so close to her since moving here “I am ready, hurry up. Daniel is literally outside my home, and guess who else coming? Tally the whore that never comes out and her man but also Joanna, we ain’t seen her for ages but there is a few of us and we are coming to pick you up now! Just wear black, you can’t go wrong and we are going to the club so you better wear the comfy heels, hurry up” she disconnected the call, I like the way they make plans and I never know what the hell is happening.

I ended up wearing black because I am taking Bailey’ advice, she knows better than me. Placing my shoulder bag over my shoulder, looking in the mirror one good time before I leave. Pressing down my skin tight dress, the dress fits snug on my hips and my ass is popping too. Anyways let me actually get the hell out of here, my heels clicking against the hard wood flooring of my room. Making my way down the lobby and seeing the top of Nathan’ head “Ry” Nathan jumped up off the couch “Rylee, please talk to me come on” placing my hand up making my way to the kitchen, the apartment is open planned so I can’t run far “I needed the car, I am sorry. You got to work on time right?” grabbing the water bottle “yes! Daniel picked me up, do you like guys picking me up?” he frowned at me in anger “the fuck I do, I will bust his knee caps. I won’t do it again, I am getting my own car. Sorry ok?” shaking my head lightly seeing Bailey calling “don’t wait up, I am going out” I didn’t even get to drink my water but whatever, taking the bottle with me “looking like that!? Seriously, these LA niggas out there ain’t good. Watch yourself, least hide your legs” is he really giving me advice “bye!” I shouted “wait till Blake comes out!” I stopped in my tracks when he mentioned his name “who?” turning around “he coming out, he will kill any nigga and you know it” I have not seen my eldest brother Blake in eight years, he never wanted me to visit him in prison. He went to prison and well I guess he is coming out “well he ain’t here so bye” I can only imagine how he is now.

I am still thinking about my brother coming out, I have had good memories with him but he was really bad. He was the first to move to LA and that turned bad so fast because Blake barely lived here for a year, then Nathan came and now me. My dad only let me come because he knows Nathan got me, I am all nervous to see Blake because I am not his little sister anymore, I am going to be twenty five soon. Stepping outside seeing Daniel’ car and also Tally’ car behind, I feel all nervous how everyone is staring at me. Daniel stared at me all wide eyed, walking around the car. Seeing Bailey’ face pressed against the window at the back, they would make me sit in front. She knows I didn’t want this, pulling the car door open. Hearing a wolf whistle as I got inside the car “my, my, my, my Rylee. You look so beautiful” pulling my dress down as I closed the door “thank you Daniel” this is just great.

It’s just crazy how I have Blake on my mind, he is just my half-brother but we are so close and to be honest if he saw me dressed like this he would be pick me up and bring me back in. Eight years and he has missed so much, on the phone he always tells me to stay away from boys “earth calling whore!” Bailey snapped her fingers in my face, frowning at her “what?” how annoying, I am in deep thought here “you haven’t touched your food and you’re daydreaming, what is wrong?” shrugging “just thinking” I mumbled “about? I am still thinking about Chris Brown trying to dick you down” not this shit again “can you please not do that?” I pleaded “what!??” Tally screamed from down the table “she is lying” waving Bailey off “yeah sure, I am lying” I wish she would shut up.

Watching Royalty as she painted my wall, even though my art is getting ruined she can do what she like. If she thinks my art is bad and needs painting over then so be it “aww sweetie, you got it on the floor” my mom said, my white marble flooring “it should just wipe off ma” getting up from the chair “oooohhh look” Royalty said, jogging over to the kitchen counter, grabbing the paper towels “ooohhh what is that? Is it you painting over my walls” she held her hand up with paint on “yes baby, you can finger paint if you like” crouching down wiping the flooring “come here Royalty, stay here and do it” my mom said, spending time with my daughter is a blessing but she can sure turn my world upside down when she is here “do I get a kiss baby?” Royalty looked at me and then looked away “I guess that means no, no woman rejects me but you” getting up from my positon “you the only girl to do such a thing” walking back to the kitchen counter.

My baby moms is a hoe, she always tryna make me out to be a bad dad or get more money out of me. Shit is just wack to me, I am a good guy but people only like to speak on the bad “what y’all speaking about?” slowly making my way out side “Lo, he been fucking on some chick. Now this chick is blasting him on Instagram” Fresh said laughing, Lo does not look happy “what she saying huh? Which chick was it?” Lo shook his head “you saw her yesterday” pulling a face “that chick that I told you about, the one that kept trying to be near me? You know she wanted me nigga” Lo kissed his teeth “every chick don’t want you nigga!” he spat “oh really though?” I snorted “I will let you think that” I pointed as I walked away.

Jogging up the steps and making my way to Royalty’ room “you hear that baby, daddy is coming now” hearing my mom say “I heard that little stinker is not going sleep” poking my head around the door “nooo!!” Royalty yelped in bed “why you not sleeping? You have to go to sleep” walking slowly over to the bed “no sleep” she shook her head, I nodded my head “yes sleep baby” crouching down at the side of the bed “if you don’t go sleep then I can’t go out, you know that makes daddy sad” she reached over and touched my nose giggling “touch my nose again I’ll bite your finger” she pulled her hand away “you want me to read story to you?” I need Royalty to sleep because my mom will not let me go out, she says it is my responsibility which she is not wrong but my mom should help me too “I don’t think she is tired” my mom said, staring at Royalty being hype as ever “uhhh I don’t think she is but I really need to go” slowly looking over to my mom “oh you do? But I thought you had nothing on?” getting up from my positon “I don’t but the boys want to go out, I will be back in the morning” my mom shook her head at me “thank you?” looking over at Royalty “I love you baby, see you in the morning princess” leaning down pressing kisses to her face.

“Is little Royal asleep?” Hood asked, I shrugged walking down the steps ever so slowly “she is playing up, I don’t have time for that” hearing little footsteps behind me “dad!” Royalty screamed at the top of her lungs, I stopped midway turning around to see her little face “roro not sleep” she said, tilting my head a little “you not tired baby?” she pointed at me “you want me?” pointing at myself, Royalty nodded “I think little Royal wants her dad, we wait Chris go and put her to sleep” I feel a little bad now, I just walked off and she actually wants me. I do feel like I am just there and Royalty prefers her mom and my mom, but no, she is asking for me. Jogging back up the steps, picking Royalty up as I got to the top “daddy is bad, I will stay with roro” she actually wants me.

An hour later and Royalty actually fell asleep, I think she gets this off me. I never like to sleep and I am the same now “see Chris, she loves you. You just got to be there for her, give her a chance. She knows you are her father, she loves you and she loves her mom. I know you feel like she loves her mom more but which child doesn’t, all you can do is be the guy you are because she loves it” my mom stroked my cheek “I try” smiling lightly “good and do not bring any girls home, your daughter is here so I expect more from you. Do it somewhere else” my mom waved me off “don’t worry, I will get a hotel room” let me try and actually leave to go out again now that my daughter is asleep.

Driving to Playhouse Nightclub in my Lamborghini “you know what is annoying Lo” I said as I looked in my rear-view mirror “what is on your mind now?” he seems annoyed with me “niggas that think they can use my name, they think I am stupid when I know everything that be going off in my home” I am sick of these niggas “who we speaking about here? Name the names homie” looking over at Lo before looking ahead “Nathan” stopping at the red light “not this shit again, he is my nigga. He didn’t do nothing to disrespect you, I know you nigga! You upset that his sister don’t want to bother with your ass? Come on, don’t take it out on her brother” rubbing my chin “I ain’t doing shit, I don’t like the homie” Lo snorted laughing “you’re funny, honestly. You putting him at fault when he done nothing, I done told you that it has nothing to do with him. It’s what random niggas you have in the home” of course he will say it’s not Nathan, I don’t even know that guy.

I am not even going to worry anymore, I am just going to be me and do my usual thing. I am back with the girls in VIP, that’s if they do come but the homies usually help a nigga out with the females “it’s busy today” Lo looked at the entrance “well as long as I get inside fuck everybody else” pulling my door up, my bodyguard stood at the side of my car already as I got out of my car. Passing my key to the valet and making my way around the car “oh my god, it’s Chris” waking by the group of females, biting my bottom lip smiling “welcome” the security at the door opened the door for me as I walked by the people stood waiting to get in still, I only want to be here for a while because I need to go to the studio and get some music done.

Pointing and laughing at Hood near falling “you overweight bear, about to squash these poor females” passing the blunt to Fresh “he only has one job, he can’t do that shit right” turning around, it’s getting a little packed here “my nigga!” feeling someone place their hands on my shoulders, turning back around and seeing Tyga “family” dapping him “didn’t know you was coming” I said in his ear “ you should have told me I would have picked you up” turning back around and climbing up the step so I can stand higher, I ain’t about that life standing with all them fat niggas. I feel better now, I can see people. My bodyguard moved my friends out of the way so he could stand in front of me, Tyga made his way up “I wanted to come early but I got little man with me” letting out an oh “you know how it is with kids now” he said, rolling my eyes “trust me, baby moms is still trying to take me to court. She don’t’ want joint custody but she can suck my dick, she ain’t getting anything like that” I hate the bitch so much, sipping my drink.

Can’t go wrong with some Biggie, bopping my head “Biggie Biggie Biggie can't you see, sometimes your words just hypnotize me. And I just love your flashy ways, guess that's why they broke and you're so paid” I sang aloud, I just find it funny how the club is just always all eyes on me and then there is always females trying to get close. Seeing someone wave in the crowd and I just waved back, I don’t know who it was but who cares, a single wave or smile makes a fan happy. Looking down at Lo and then looking over at the crowd, what the hell he staring at. Seeing a tall nigga stood with a shirt on laughing, he must know him or something which is weird. The club lights got brighter on him as he moved to the side smiling, I am confused on why Lo is staring mad hard at him. Squinting my eyes hard and the reason why Lo is staring became apparent to me, licking my lips seeing Rylee smiling and giggling with him. She blew me off for that nigga but god she looks so beautiful.

I swear to god, Daniel keeps trying it with me. Daniel flashed me a smile moving back again “oh come on you two” Bailey placed her arm around me, Bailey is so high right now “just get some dick, fuck everything else” is she being real “I am just joking with you” Daniel said in my ear, smiling at him “you keep trying it though, and stop making me smile too” hitting Daniel’ chest, he placed his arm around me, stood between both Daniel and Bailey as they both two stepped and I had to join them “I love this song!” I spat, I am about to twerk my ass “ass so fat I need a lap dance” I sang out stepping away from them “Woah! Lo!” my eyes widened hitting into him, he smiled at him. Bringing his face to my ear “come to VIP, Chris has asked for you” dragging my eyes up seeing Chris Brown stood, he is looking to the side of him like he wasn’t just looking over here. How did I not notice him in this club, moving my head back pulling a face “Lo, I am not about that life. I am not some hoe he mentions and I come running, nah. Fuck that” shaking my head, walking away from Lo.

Who does he think he is, I don’t fuck with that LA life. I do not want to get involved with that and get some name, no “what was that all about” Bailey asked, waving her off “nothing, ignore that shit” placing my arms around Bailey “not about them LA niggas Bailey” I said in her ear “I feel you but they just too fine to say no” rolling my eyes, moving my arms away from her as I turned around and started twerking on Bailey “Bands make her dance!” sticking my tongue out “ayyeeee!!” Bailey shouted, I giggled moving away from Bailey. She stared at me all wide eyed. Furrowing my eyebrows “what bitch?” walking back over to her laughing “what?” I said again, she stared ahead so I turned around to see what she is staring at “oh shit, that’s Chris Brown yo” Daniel said, my face dropped. Looking at Lo he just shrugged “you ain’t come to VIP, why?” Chris said, he is creating a scene and I don’t like it, Lo eyeballed me “do it” he mouthed “you wanted a special invite, well I am asking you” I swear the music just got lower, looking around me and I feel like the most hated female here.

Stood next to Lo, I am not moving away from him “you’re a bad brother” I said to him “trust me, I have been trying to keep away, believe me. Just talk to him, he really likes you for some reason. I have been trying” looking behind me as Lo was speaking, Chris waved me over but I don’t want this “you know what, fuck it” placing my hand on Lo’ shoulder and climbed up on the step, I hate this shit. Staring at Chris face to face he didn’t even look at me, it is like he is annoyed with me when I barely know him, he doesn’t even know me either. Turning around to face the crowd, ok this shit looks scary and I hate it “remember that bet?” Chris said, his breath against my ear, I swallowed hard. I shrugged not saying a word “you do remember, you’re not stupid. You blew me off for some dumbass” he pointed straight at Daniel, staring at Chris dumbfounded “what?” why is he acting like we was dating, is he feeling ok “I don’t need to be explaining anything to you, just keep your hoes. You have some beautiful girls here but me, I am going. Goodbye” I am not here for this.

I am shocked and very confused, Bailey held my hand as we walked out of the club. I don’t know what just happened, did Chris Brown just act butt hurt and act like we are dating, why. I sighed out feeling so happy to be out of that place “Ry! Why did Chris Brown point at me? I love that guy!” Daniel said smiling so wide “that is a little gay coming from you and he just said to bring your friends to VIP but I wanted to go home” I lied “I am tired, can we just go” I really need to get out of here “you don’t seem happy though? Do you not like him” eyeballing Daniel “drop it!” I spat, he won’t just shut up about it. Daniel held his hands up walking backwards.

Finally reaching the car in the car park “you know Rylee, you may want to look behind you” Daniel said stood at the side of his car “what is it now? Don’t tell me Blake is out already” turning around and seeing a whole entourage walking behind Chris Brown, what is life. Is this what rejection does to a famous man, he seems way too hurt “Rylee, let me apologise for what happened in the club. Let me speak to you in private real quick” he is not going to leave it “I don’t think she wants to speak to you” Daniel spoke up, the look on Chris’ face he was about to say something “and! I will come” I said cutting Chris off, I just rather tell Chris like a normal person that I am not interested and thank him for the compliment, but I am not about this life.

Closing the car door in the back of the Range, Chris climbed in also. Looking around the interior “this is a beautiful car” I can’t lie, it looks so nice “thank you” Chris said “uhm, I just want to say sorry if I came at you wrong, I didn’t mean it” I nodded my head not saying a word “are you with ole dude? Is that why you are blowing me off?” taking in a deep breath shaking my head “he wishes” I said in a whisper “what?” Chris said, shaking my head “nothing, I said no. He is nothing to me, a friend I work with” Chris looked ahead at Daniel “he looks a little too concerned for you, I think he likes you” Chris looks like he wants to fight Daniel “he’s not, he just cares. He saw how upset I was” Chris looked back at me “you blew me off, all week I didn’t go to a club or with any females. Lo said you ignored him, I gave the message to him” squinting my eyes confused “what message?” what is he talking about “I told Lo to tell you about giving your number, I was good and that I wanted to meet you” pulling my dress down a little, Chris’ eyes dragged down to my body and his tongue licking his top lip “your nipple pierced?” he blurted out, my cheeks became ever so warm “no! I am sorry” he closed his eyes “ignore that” placing my hand over my mouth smiling, that is so embarrassing.

“Wow, you smile. You always look so angry with me” Chris said, moving my hand away from my mouth “I never got any message from Lo, I haven’t seen him in a while actually. So any message you told him I didn’t get. Honestly Chris, it’s hard to not judge you when seeing that” pointing ahead of us, the group of his friends and hoes they are all about to share “you as a person can be a very good guy but I don’t want that life, thank you for thinking that I am beautiful but no” I said, Chris cleared his throat smiling “I came out here because I really like you, I know there is a lot of females out there, I know I have a child. I have a lot of baggage. I have never ran for a female but I like you, I really do. Give a nigga a chance, you said I can be good then give me a chance. I really like you, I can’t even get you off my mind and I will hate to know that I never tried so please just give me a try. Get to know me, leave the name out of it. You can call me Maurice, a new guy” am I crazy, what is this.

Looking away in shock “why me? I am just a regular girl” I don’t get it “you really not, you ain’t notice that all the females look fake as hell. All of them looking like Kim K, you all natural. I just like you so much, I am so attracted to you and it is making me look stupid, I don’t know anymore but I have fallen for you” I feel so ugly but yet he is staring at me like I am the most beautiful girl he has seen “I am honestly scared, I don’t know what to say” he rubbed the back of his neck “I get you, I will get Lo for not telling you. I thought you blew me off but clearly I am in the wrong, let’s start by you giving me your number? I feel like an idiot right now, look at me I am grown as shit just yeah, let’s start off with that” he is honestly giggling to himself, who is this man that switched so quickly from the club to here in this car.

Closing the door to the Range and pulled my dress down. Lo stared at me but I side eyed him, he is an idiot and I hope to god he doesn’t speak to me after this, he could have warned me. I hate that everyone is just staring at me, looking at every friend of Chris’ and every girl they have just picked up from the club. I feel so hated and I have done nothing to these girls, looking to the side of me even more and seeing Chris’ face. He flashed me a smile and I couldn’t help but smile back at him, let me just get out of here. Daniel held the car door open for to get in “are you ok?” Daniel asked, I nodded silently sitting in the car and then all I see is Chris staring mad hard at Daniel which is creepy “what the fuck just happened?” Bailey asked in the backseat “nothing at all, just asking about my brother” I rather keep things like this to myself, for now.

[artificialqueens]

You Belong To Me Ch.2 (Trixya) - Red

A/N- Thank you all so much for reading again. I"m still getting to grip the terms of writing, I used to write a lot (fanfiction) and I would appreciate feedback! Negative or positive say anything! Thank you again!

T/W- Swearing as per usual

“Last night you were in my room, and now my bedsheets smell like you” Trixie sang at the top of her lungs, whilst scrubbing her silk-like skin in the fresh shower.

Trixie loved to sing, she loved to express her voice and showcase that. There was no denying Trixie was talented but she still had her insecurities of course. Her weight, her face and her social skills. Katya had always convinced her she had beautiful curves and not every girl was stick thin. She had also told her every day she was pretty or cute, usually through a pun or some sort.

There was also no denying Katya was her number one fan, and vise versa. Trixie had a massive crush on her in the past. Trixie was still young, still discovering herself. Katya could probably do better than her, she just wished things had turned out differently, no one could make Trixie happier than Katya. Not even Taylor.

“Every day discovering something brand new, I’m in love with your body” Trixie sang, her strong voice wavering as she washed her hair with Strawberry shampoo. Trixie thought more in depth about her relationship with Taylor. Sure he was nice, and kept her warm. She had almost convinced herself she was straight. That is something that’ll never happen.

She was interrupted from her thoughts when Katya bust in the door wearing her short sweatpants and a cotton vest. Katya headed to the sink, grabbing her toothbrush.

“Katya! Fuck off” Trixie covered her innocence as Katya laughed menacingly. “Not like I havent seen it all before, cunt” Katya managed to get out from all the minty foam in her mouth.

Trixie shook her head and turned her back to her, washing her shoulders. Katya stolen a look at Trixies bare back, but quickly turned away, blushing furiously.

“Taylors coming over,” Trixie spoke after silence. Katya groaned and splashed water in her face. Trixie giggled. “He’s not that bad, Kat, we’re supposed to be going to a drive-in-movie tonight.” Trixie smiled to herself, finally a night off. Katya shook her head. “So I’ll be the lonely widow tonight” Katya washed her hands, looking at her bare face in the mirror. Trixie laughed loudly. “Go out tonight, get yourself a woman.”

Katya rolled her eyes and walked out. She picked out a nice red and black dress, a perfect fit to her petit body and tied her hair up. After 15 minutes, Trixie walked out in pink tartan shorts and top, looking like a body suit. “Looking good, Tracey.” Katya complimented. “You look not so bad yourself.” They both giggled and walked out to get breakfast.

“What movie are you going to see, Trix?” Katya asked as they both walked into the kitchen. “I’m not too sure yet, I’m looking forward to getting shitty snacks from 7/11 that is sure to give me diabetes.” Katya laughed at Trixies joke, pushing her lightly. The 2 cups of coffee sat at the worktop with freshly with Trixies newly bought jeans ironed and folded up. Katya grabbed her coffee a bit too quick and spilled all over Trixies gorgeous pair of jeans. “Shit, Trix i’m sorry!” Katya ran over to the kitchen roll and panicked. Trixie leaned on the counter and giggled. Katya gave Trixie the evil eye and shoved her towards the window where it was painted with raindrops. “Rains beautiful” Trixie stated. Whilst Trixie was staring at her beauty, Katya was staring at her.

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The doorbell went. Katya rushed to get it after discussing about the show they were watching, Shameless, and talking who they would be. Trixie said she’d more likely to be Fiona Gallagher, caring but also a bit of a slut. Katya said she’d be Frank Gallagher. Enough said.

Katya opened the door with a bright smile but immediately dropped when she seen the deformed fuck face that was Taylor. “Oh, its you. Come in” Katya opened the door and walked in, sitting next to Trixie. Almost protecting her territory. Taylor came in and kissed Trixie. Katya looked at them. Why was that bastard but not her? He was a complete ass. His views were shitty, he said gay people made him feel uncomfortable and that women should be in the kitchen. Katya was almost convinced he voted for Trump. Katyas heart eventually sank when the kiss was held for more than 5 seconds. Katya in no way was self pitying herself, she just felt shitty. Well wouldn’t you if someone you loved for years on end kissed another man. Watching someone she couldn’t have was crushing her, thats why she had always turned on alcohol, but cut down now. Thankfully.

“How’re you Trix?” Taylor asled, leaning back on the leather seat. Katya stared at the TV screen, flicking through channels when she spotted the music channel playing the song Trixie was singing earlier. She smiled to herself whilst Trixie and Taylor made small chat.

“Babe, I can’t make it tonight, I’m sorry.” Taylor apologised. Katya looked over at a disappointed Trixie. “It’s alright, I’ll just work on a new song or something.” she mumbled. That bastard! Katya looked at him, he looked almost guilty.

That boy was too fishy for her liking, he was always up to something.

After 2 hours of them talking and Katya growling, Taylor left, claiming he had to run some errands. Bullshit. Katya had tried to cheer Trixie up afterwards. With her Barbara voice and horrific dancing which resulted in Katya nearly breaking her actual leg trying to death drop.

Katya understood Trixies sadness and let her be. Trixie claimed she wanted to start writing a new song. That is when the big stupid-ass lightbulb appeared at the top of her head.

“Trix, I’ll be 20 minutes, I need to get some groceries, mainly milk. Do you need anything?” Katya peered from Trixies door, seeing Trixie lie on her bed, guiatr on the other side of the bed, and it all covered in paper.

“Don’t think so.” Trixie shook her head. Trixie was about to walk away when she seen the drive-in movie poster and snatched it from the desk quickly and ran to the car.

Drive-In-Movie - Juliette park -

7.30pm-10.00pm - Admission fee $9

Showing - Me Before You

Katya started the car up and headed to the nearest supermarket., stuffing the poster in the cup holder. Katyas short heels clicked as she passed through the bright isles looking at stuff to get. She picked up milk and looked over to her left, looking down at a pair of heels and a pair of coverse. Katya looked up more and seen a younger woman, with big lips and nice eyebrows chatting to a little bit older woman with a big smile and a good sense of fashion. They actually looked in love. Katya smiled at them. The younger one looked at Katya and gasped and ran over to her. Katya was about to oiss her panties because what the fuck.

“Hey! You might not know me but I’m Adore! I’m a friend of Violets! I recognised you!” Adore smiled widely, touching the cling-film wrapped around her red arm.

The older woman chuckled at Adores actions and approached. “Don’t mind this bitch, she just wants to pretend to know a lot of people. I’m Bianca” Bianca held her hand out to shake it, Katya obliged, smiling. “Nice to meet you, I’m Katya if you didn’t hear.” They all giggled. “Whats up with your arm, Adore?” Katya asked curiously.

Adore turned her arm, revealing a beautiful flower with ‘Mia Bella’ under it. “I got it today, stings like a fucker but yea.” She held Biancas hand.

“Why 'my beautiful’?” Katya clicked her heels, looking up. Katya was basically a translator and knew shit. Adores tattoo was quite cheesy but at the same time, adorable.

Bianca held Adores waist. “This little cunt wanted a tattoo to remind herself of me, she wouldnt get the devil on her arm but would get some sappy shit like this.” Adore shoved her, smiling.

“Thats-thats fucking cute!” Katya was snatched. “How long have you been together?”

Bianca answered. “Secretly, a year or something.” Adore nodded.

“Secretly?"

"Well, she is my lecturer after all.”

Katya was really fucking snatched bald.

“I know right?” Bianca laughed. “Scandal waiting to happen.”

Katya shook her head, laughing along. “Your secrets safe with me."

"Hey dude, whats your number? We should all hang out sometime, Violet told me you have a crush thats your roommate, right?” Adore got her phone out, snatching Katyas from her hand filling in the numbers.

Katya stuttered, coughing slightly. “Um, Yeah Trixie. She doesnt know though, she’s taken."

Adore and Bianca looked up at her. Shit.

"Not for any longer, bitch.” Bianca smirked at Katya, then grabbed Adores hand when Adore passed to phone to Katya.

“I’ll text ya later, Katya, bye!” Adore waved.

“Bye Katya.” Bianca smiled and walked with Adore.

Katya waved and sighed happily. They were nice.

Katya smiled at the possibility of nice friends, she was sure Trixie would like them. She proceeded to walk around the supermarket, picking up stuff like bread, milk and tampons. Then she picked up crisps, ready made pizza, chocolate, candy. Making sure everything was pink. Pink lemonade, pink smarties, pink popcorn. Who knew right? Pink popcorn.

Katya made sure everything was perfect, she even got a cute little basket to put stuff in. When everything was paid for, Katya stuffed the basket in the boot and the groceries in the front seat.

Juilette park was only half an hour drive away so she had 1 or 2 to get ready and tell Trixie to get ready. Trixie definitely needed the 2 hours.

When Katya got home she sighed and looked into Trixies room door. Trixie had a pen in her mouth, ink running down her h=chin as she played a few cords.

“Hey bitch,you been sucking off a Smurf?” Katya greeted, laughing slightly.

Trixie gasped as she touched her mouth and ran into the bathroom, looking down at the ink stained fingers and attempted to frantically rub the ink off.

Katya stood and chucked at her friend. What a ditz. “Be ready at 6.50pm please” Katya asked, smiling a little bit. Trixie furrowed her eyebrows. “Why?" Katya tapped her nose and walked out the room leaving an ink stained Trixie confused.

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6.45pm, Katya was excited. She had redone her makeup, the bold red lipstick complimented her darker eyes. Her dress looked beautiful, hugging her in all the right places. She stepped out with her wallet, keys and phone. Leaning on the breakfast bar, Katya sorted her dress, smoothing it out. Earlier she put the basket in the front seat and reminded herself to stop into a gas station.

Trixie walked out, wearing a beautiful pale pink dress with lace all over. It was beautiful. Her hair curly but loose and her makeup making her look the even more irresistible. Katya muttered under her breathe how gorgeous she looked but Trixie stood there smiling.

"Uh- Um lets go! Yeah lets go to the car” Katya laughed and walked out the apartment, Trixie following after. Katya was smiling herself becoming very excited.

Katya entered the car and let Trixie wonder for a minute what a basket was doing there. “Katya, what is this?” She held the basket in her lap, smiling confused.

“WE’RE GOING TO THE DRIVE-IN MOVIE THINGY CINEMAS BITCH!” Katya jumped up in her car seat, starting the car and blasting the music. Trixie gasped and hugged her.

“Thank you! Thank you Kat!” She beamed, leaving Katya pleased with herself, starting up the car.

“Well lets go then.”

[goandsavemyunicorn]

Rescue (Dean x Reader one shot)

You feel your soulmate’s physical pain when you aren’t together. When you meet your soulmate, you both get identical marks similar to tattoos on your wrists. (Soulmate AU) This one has been in my drafts a while, so I finished the last little bit and posted. Enjoy!

Warnings: Abuse tw, graphic descriptions of violence, Sam gets nailed in the nuts with a shampoo bottle kinda mediocre fluffy end.

Dean x Reader

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(Dean’s pov)

I wake up in the middle of the night, feeling like I’m being beat up by Megatron. The Transformer. This happens at least once a week. My soulmate is either a cage fighter, or a victim of some serious spousal abuse.

“Sammy!”

“What’s up?”

“It’s happening again. Are we sure there’s no way to stop the pain?”

“I can’t find anything, dude. The only thing I can think of is having Cas use some mojo, maybe put some kind of supernatural tracking device on her.”

“Let’s try that. This is the third time this month, and I don’t know if I can take my ribs feeling like they’re cracked any longer. It hurts to breathe.”

“Has it been getting worse?”

“Definitely.”

“I’ll call Cas. Just sit tight, okay?” I nod and lay back down, trying to numb the pain with the bottle of whiskey by my bed.

(Your pov)

I stand still by the door to Sean’s apartment, trying not to make too much noise while he punches me. A blow to my sternum makes me double over, holding in a yell.

“Stand up, bitch!”

“I’m sorry, Sean, I--” He punches my jaw, knocking me over.

“I thought I told you not to flirt with my friends!”

“I wasn’t, he was just helping me carry the groceries in.” I whimper, shrinking away from his clenched fists. Sean sneers at me, then drags me by my hair into the bedroom.

“Just quit bitching and change your clothes. I hate that sweater, you know that.” I nod slightly and pull my hair into a messy bun, then change into a pair of pink pajamas that cover all the bruises not on my face. Sean is in the kitchen, drinking a beer, when I walk back in.

“Dinner.” He snaps, before walking out. I start making grilled chicken and vegetables with wild rice, trying not to make too much noise. I would leave Sean, but every time I try, he drags me right back and the beatings get worse. Never enough to land me in the hospital, but more than enough to lay me up for a few days. Last time I left, he found me within two hours, and by that evening, I was bruised and bloodied so badly I couldn’t open one eye and I could barely breathe.

I put a generous helping of dinner on a plate and carry it out to the living room with a fresh beer, keeping my eyes on the floor. Sean starts chowing down, so I go back to the kitchen and start eating my portion after putting the leftovers in a tupperware container in the fridge. I head to bed when I finish and lay there for a few hours with my book, then set it on the bedside table and turn the lamp off.

Sean comes to bed a while later, smelling of beer and sweat. He falls asleep quickly, and starts snoring almost immediately after. I finally fall asleep around three am, having pulled a little of the blankets back. Around five, I wake up to a searing pain on my wrist, accompanied by a glowing symbol. That’s never happened before, so I’m a little concerned.

I sit up in bed, looking around the dark room. There’s a little light coming in through the curtains, from the streetlamp out front. I look out the window and see a man in a trench coat standing next to the streetlamp, staring up at the building. No, staring at me. Direct eye contact. I step away from the window, hands shaking as I climb back into bed.

(Dean’s pov)

“I found her.” Cas says gruffly, appearing in the middle of the bunker’s library.

“Where?” I stand up quickly, slamming the book in front of me closed.

“In an apartment building in Chicago. I’ll send you the address.” He takes out his phone and starts typing, then puts it back in his pocket. A minute later, my phone buzzes with the message.

“I can get us there in eight hours. Sam, get in the car.” I run to my room and grab my duffel bag, then run to the garage and jump in Baby. We get on the highway and start driving to Chicago, burning rubber the whole way and only stopping a few times for gas.

(Your pov)

I pace the floor of the apartment, looking at the symbol on my wrist. I’m wearing a tank top and leggings with a green cardigan, but no shoes. Sean hates having shoes tracking gunk all over the apartment, so he makes everyone take them off at the door. It’s almost two, which is when Sean usually comes home for lunch. I hurry into the kitchen and start making a sandwich, the kind Sean likes best, and make sure it’s on the table with a soda and a snack bag of his favorite chips right before he walks through the door. He stomps into the kitchen and sits down, totally ignoring me.

I start cleaning up the kitchen, keeping an eye on the window. It’s a beautiful day out, the kind of day I used to use to go for a run. I loved running, but Sean hates it when I come back to the apartment after a good run, covered in sweat. So he made me stop.

I hear a car pull up outside and look down at the street. A big black car parks out front and two men get out, dressed in jeans and flannel shirts. The taller one looks up, spotting me in the window. I lean back and keep washing the dishes, peering over my shoulder at Sean. He’s watching a video on his phone, still ignoring me. I dry my hands on a dishtowel and walk out of the kitchen, making sure the door is locked. Sean follows me, grabbing my upper arm before I get there.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I was making sure the door was locked, Sean. Not going anywhere.” He pulls me up against his chest, twisting my arm.

“Bullshit. You’re not going anywhere.” He drags me to the master bathroom and shoves me inside, locking the door so I can’t open it.

“Sean, I swear, I wasn’t going anywhere, please let me out!”

“You’re staying in there until I get home from work.” He walks away and I hear the apartment door slam, then lock behind him. I swear softly and start looking for a bobby pin to pick the lock with, opening every drawer. No such luck. I sit on the edge of the tub, face in my hands, and try to calm myself down before I have a panic attack from being locked in here.

About three hours later, I hear the apartment door being kicked open, but nobody says anything. Isn’t law enforcement supposed to announce it when they bust in a door? I feel a dull pain in my ankle, then nothing as whoever just broke in starts walking towards the bathroom. My heart rate skyrockets, and I grab the closest thing to use as a weapon, which ends up being a mostly empty shampoo bottle. Very threatening. I pull the shower curtain closed and crouch in the bathtub, taking deep, slow breaths to calm myself down.

The bathroom door splinters as someone kicks it open. The mystery person steps in slowly, then whips the shower curtain to the side. I throw the shampoo bottle as hard as I can, striking the gigantic intruder in the crotch. He groans and bends over, setting a gun on the edge of the sink. I jump out of the bathtub around him and run down the hall, barreling face-first into a second man, who wraps his arms around me. I start struggling and try to scream, but he claps a hand over my mouth before I can make a sound.

“We’re not here to hurt you, calm down!” I bite his hand and struggle more, wincing as my middle finger starts to hurt. “We’re here to help you, and if you’ll stop biting and kicking me, I’ll let go.” I let go of his finger and hold still, waiting for him to set me down. The giant from the bathroom comes into the hallway, tucking his gun into his belt. The one holding me lets me go, stepping back to look at me.

“So. How are you two going to help me?” I pull my sweater closed around me, shivering.

“I’m your soulmate.”

“My what?!”

“Soulmate? Come on, you have to know about the pain thing. You feel all of your soulmate’s physical pain when you aren’t together. Look.” He walks out of the apartment and down the hall, then I feel a pinch on my arm.

“Ow.” He walks back in, smirking.

“See?” He grins at me and waves at the giant, who goes into the bedroom.

“Not convinced.” He chuckles and pulls his left sleeve up, exposing his wrist. There’s a tiny silhouette of a raven; I pull my own sleeve up and see my own identical mark right beside my pulse point.

“I’m Dean, by the way. Sasquatch over there is my brother, Sam. We’re gonna get you out of here, okay?”

“You can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“He’ll find me. And the beatings will get worse.”

“He won’t find you when you’re with us. I promise.” He smiles slightly and reaches out to hug me, but stops when I flinch away. Sam walks out a minute later with my suitcase, smiling.

“I think I got all your stuff. There wasn’t a lot.”

“The rest is in a box in the basement storage unit.” I say, tugging at the sleeves on my sweater. Dean nods and takes my hand, leading me towards the door. I grab my shoes on the way out and slip them on on the stairs, leading Dean and Sam down to the basement four stories below.

“Why are we on the stairs?”

“Sean always takes the elevator.” I keep going, skipping every other step until we reach the basement door. It opens silently, and I punch the lock code in for the storage unit. We’re in and out in less than five minutes with my box, and Dean holds my hand all the way out to the car. Right as we get to the car, a taxi drives up and Sean gets out.

He sees me cowering behind Dean and drops his briefcase before lunging at him with a furious yell. Sam grabs Sean’s arm, stopping him in his tracks. Sean starts swinging at Sam, yelling that he can’t take me. Dean sets my box on the back seat of the car and reaches for his gun, glaring at Sean as Sam dodges another punch.

“How long have you been beating her, you son of a bitch?” Sean glares at him intensely, a look I’ve only seen twice. Once before he choked me out after I kept making excuses, and once when he almost killed a guy in a bar for looking at me. I push Dean to the side and stand in front of him, glaring at Sean.

“Don’t.”

“You’re mine, dammit!”

“No, I am not.” I step forward, trying to keep my hands from shaking by clenching them into fists. He grabs my shoulder tightly, putting a lot of pressure on my collarbone. I slap his hand away, and he shoves me to the ground. A sickening crack echoes through the air, and blinding pain shoots up my right arm. Dean yells at Sean, leaning over me with a worried look on his face. Sam swings at Sean’s face, hitting him directly in the jaw. Sean hits the ground next to me as Dean lifts me onto my feet, being careful not to touch my arm.

“Hospital. You’ve got bones sticking out of your arm.” I turn to look at it, but he stops me before I can.

“Why, think a girl can’t look at a little blood?” I mumble, closing my eyes.

“I think you can definitely handle blood, but the bone is sticking out and it’s kinda gross.” Dean chuckles, getting into the passenger side of the car with me in his arms. Sam gets in the driver’s seat and we peel away from the curb, speeding to the nearest hospital.

“We’re taking you directly into surgery.” The doctor says, as he’s putting a syringe full of something clear into my IV. “This should knock you right out, and you’ll be all fixed up in just a few hours.” Dean kisses my forehead as I drift off, patting my not broken arm.

I wake up with bandages covering most of my arm, feeling a little woozy. Dean is sitting beside my bed, holding a bag with my clothes in his lap. I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes with my good hand. The doctor hands me a cup full of pills and some water, smiling at me.

“Take those, then we can release you within an hour.” He hands Dean a few pill bottles and some papers before walking away to check on another patient. When they finally release me, it’s dark outside and a little chilly. Dean notices I’m shivering, and drapes his jacket over my shoulders while we wait for Sam in the ER pickup zone.

The two men help me into the car and get me buckled in and blanketed up, then we drive away. I fall asleep after a couple hours of driving, using Dean’s jacket as a pillow. I wake up to the sun shining into the backseat as Dean drives down a little dirt road, and Sam looks over his shoulder at me.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.”

“Where are we?”

“Almost home. We’ve got about two miles to go.” Dean says proudly, looking in his mirror at me.

“I’m hungry.”

“We’ve got food there, I’ll scare up some breakfast, okay?”

“Okay.” I sit up slowly, pushing my hair out of my eyes. Dean keeps driving, until we pull into a massive garage, full of vintage cars and motorcycles. The three of us go inside and Sam gets me set up in a plain bedroom across the hall from Dean’s while Dean disappears to the kitchen.

Two months later, my arm is totally healed and only has a little scarring. I’m still sleeping in a separate room from Dean, but spend most of my time with him anyway.

~~

[taverngoodies]

Cinder + Emerald

Cinder Fall paced back and forth in her private quarters. Her glass slippers clinked loudly as she stamped them against the cold stone tiles, anger boiling inside her chest. She was fucking PISSED. Nothing had gone right today, not a single goddamn thing, from her latest failed operation to the glass of milk she’d spilled down her dress over dinner.

It was that tempestuous rage that Emerald found herself walking into, bashfully entering Cinder’s room and closing the door behind her. She knew why she had been summoned here - when Cinder fell victim to her fiery temper, there was only one way for her to calm down, and that was by taking those frustrations out on her. Emerald owed everything to her boss and was well used to being well-used by her, but that didn’t make these occasions any less frightening. She swallowed the nerves in her throat, her flesh stirring with belied anticipation and the memories of their previous encounters.

“You c-called, Cinder?”

As mad as she was right now, Cinder licked her lips at the sight of her prey. The girl had dressed herself suitably for the part she would be playing, the clothes leaving little at all to the imagination. Her big, dusky breasts threatened to spill out of the teensy green bra that tried desperately to contain them, the fat nipples already hard and poking through the fabric. Her huge, child-birthing hips sashayed hypnotically from side to side with every lusty step she took, accentuating her thin waist and her fat ass. Those fat, rippling asscheeks! Cinder bared her teeth, hungry to sink her teeth into those chocolate globes, curtained off only by the merest layer of white silk hugging her lower body. The half-maiden closed the distance with thundering pace, and she could see from the green-haired thief’s quivering expression that she was well and truly cowed into submission. PERFECT. She wouldn’t have it any other way. She slammed a hand against the wall behind Emerald, making her squeak and jump nearly a foot in the air. But that was nothing, and with her other hand she struck the girl’s face so hard that her head cracked sideways.

“Don’t you fucking speak to me out of turn!” Her cruel words assaulted Emerald’s ears even as they rang with the power of that slap, and she cast her eyes obediently downward. She LOVED it when Cinder was like this, treating her like the naughty piece of trash she really was deep down! But she couldn’t say anything, couldn’t do anything without her master’s permission, only hope that she would make her hurt more and more, dominate her like she deserved.

Cinder hooked a finger into the flimsy ribbon tied around Emerald’s wide hips. She ripped it away with a savage grin, the feeling of total control spinning the day’s anger into sheer satisfaction. She didn’t need any fancy lingerie or aromatic candles to get her in the mood. All she needed was a walking piece of meat with two eyes, a wet little mouth, rippling curves in all the right places and enough sense in her dumb-cunt head to know EXACTLY what her place was. Emerald ticked all of those boxes wonderfully … plus one more very important factor that she would be utterly useless without. The transparent cloth tumbled away and revealed her favourite toy, the mammoth fuckstick between Emerald’s legs, eighteen CUNT-BUSTING inches of fat horse cock! The smooth mottled skin seemed to go on forever, so big that the pink, flared head swung down beyond her knees~ Emerald blushed with apparent shame, but the beast below betrayed her true feelings, the coin-sized cumhole already dripping with thick strings of pearlescent pre-slop. Cinder grabbed that huge length in her hand and squeezed tight with her vice-like grip, and PULLED hard like she wanted to rip the whole monstrous thing off. Emerald winced and chewed her lip, it hurt so bad and it felt so fucking GOOD!

“Look at this fucking thing.” Cinder yanked Emerald by the hair and forced her to stare at her cockmeat, stretching the shaft towards her as she pinned the thief in place against the wall. “It belongs on a farm animal. Are you a farm animal, Emerald?!”

“Yes, Cinder,” mumbled Emerald, tears welling in the corner of her eyes as the dark-haired beauty tormented her cock. “Yes, I’m a fucking farm animal! I’m nothing but a lowly cockpig, my only job is to serve you, to make you feel good!”

Cinder sneered and jerked off that fat meat faster. Ballpaste spewed from the tip and stained her full-length red dress in dark streaks, dripping down to coat her plump thighs and running in rivulets down to her ankles. It really was an amazing dick~ How many times had she fucked herself on this giant breedspire? Enough to turn her underling into a sex-stupid slave, for sure, but no matter how much she beat and bruised and brutalised Emerald the girl never once complained. If anything, she took the punishment more eagerly with every day. If there was such a thing as love in this world … but Cinder stopped before going quite that far as the short fuse in her erupted again. This was about HER! “Get on the bed, you fucking whore!” she commanded. She pulled Emerald by that tiny bra and swung her onto the mattress, ripping it off her at the same time. Her dark breasts bounced wildly as she landed on her back, those huge orbs of soft flesh spreading out to either side of her slender torso. That huge cock wasn’t nearly so giving, the blood coursing through every throbbing inch as it reared up in all its imposing glory, a tower of sex and slutty submission, and Cinder had made it her mission to break the bitch-breaker right back on itself.

“God, I fucking love destroying you.” She stripped out of her dress, throwing it callously into the corner and revealing her luscious curves. Fingernails dug into her breasts and mauled the fucking things, and she roared like a raging dragon as the agony became aphrodisiac. Cinder clambered onto the bed after her fuckpuppet, closing a fist and PUNCHING that fuckstick so hard that it smacked Emerald square in the stomach. It bounced straight back up, and Cinder treated herself to a quick round of cock-boxing, belting the ever-loving shit out of that rigid meatpole. Emerald cried out loud every time those fists sank into her steel-hard flesh, and it only made the next shot dig in harder. Only when the screams stopped did Cinder stop, wrapping both hands around that dick - no small feat, considering her hands couldn’t even meet in the middle of that ponderous girth - and TWISTING in opposite directions. That got Emerald to pipe back up again, shrieking fit to burst her lungs as Cinder treated her dick like a fucking Christmas cracker.

“Yes, that’s it, fucking SQUEAL for me, you cunt pig!” Cinder could feel her pussy gushing its clear fluids, the excitement finally starting to melt away her sweltering anger as she took it all out on her favourite stallion-cocked slave. “Who’s your master?! Who owns this cock?! Who owns this fucking donkey-dick, huh?!”

“YOU DO, CINDER!” Emerald was convulsing, her back arching up towards the ceiling and her fat asscheeks rippling with every spasm. Hearing her name yelled out like that, there was nothing hotter in the world~ Cinder let go of her underling’s flesh-rod, well and truly pleased with herself thus far. But she wasn’t satisfied, not truly.

“You’re goddamn right I do. And don’t you ever fucking forget it.” She stepped up and positioned herself over Emerald’s quivering body. That daunting horsecock pulsed angrily, covered in red marks and pointing straight up towards her soaking pussy, ready to exact its own punishment. But Cinder was the one in control here, and the only punishment would come if Emerald didn’t put that fat fucker to good use pleasuring her cunt! “Beg for it, you slut. Beg me to reward your worthless dick with my tight pussy!”

Emerald’s breath hitched in her throat. Cinder’s pussy was leaking its feminine cum all over her cock, slathering her in girl-drool. Holy fucking mother of god it made her wild! This was what she had been put on this earth to do, to be ridden by Cinder and that tight wet cunt, just like she had done a hundred times before. “Please, Cinder! I want to feel your fucking pussy so bad! I want to feel it clamping down around my dong, I want it to make me go crazy and shoot my gutter-trash street-urchin load! Please, fuck my dick with your superior cunt! I’m nothing but your fucktoy, so please, use me and wring me dry!”

The sheer debauchery sent shivers up Cinder’s spine. She never got tired of hearing that~ She said nothing, instead lowering herself and grinding her wet cuntlips against that massive flared head, rolling her hips about as it scraped over her clit. With one finger pressed softly against that shaft she held it in place and slowly, tauntingly, millimetres at a time, enveloped Emerald’s huge dick with her slick wet folds. Then she dropped her hips and SPEARED herself on that fuckpillar~ It was her turn to scream, impaled up to her fucking guts with horse-meat, her slave’s mighty organ pushing out the skin around her belly with the imprint of its imposing shape. Emerald’s eyes rolled all the way back into her sockets, spiralling into orgasm the moment she felt that pussy close around the base of her shaft, her master effortlessly swallowing up all eighteen inches of cockflesh. But the load she so desperately wanted to pound into Cinder never came, the black-haired goddess’s pussy strangling so tight that no seed could possibly pulse its way up through her cumtube. She wouldn’t be allowed to enjoy the bliss of her release until Cinder got herself off first.

“OOOOH that’s the stuff, that’s what I like!” Cinder slammed her body down against Emerald like a savage beast, riding her stallion with reckless abandon. The girl’s pained mewls were music to her ears and drove her fat, glistening hips up and down at furious speed, the slave’s pain becoming the master’s euphoria. She had spent a long time training Emerald’s cock to be the perfect pussy-pleaser for her rough tastes, and this was the culmination of all that hard work. A monster that always knew just how to fill her every drooling crevice in all the right places, a cock among cocks that she could use to quench her ravenous libido~ Something that could completely and utterly fuck her up, and that she could fuck up, without any need for restraint. She threw her head back, arms braced on her knees as she mercilessly pistoned that gut-busting length in and out of her cunt. “YES YES YES YES YES YES - right there! OHHHHHH my god - UHNNNNHAAAA this fucking cock is mine! This big fat dick is fucking mine and I love it! That head gouges my guts out so fucking good-NNNNNNNGH!”

She hilted Emerald’s cock inside her and howled, her tongue lolling out as a mind-bending orgasm ripped her to fucking shreds~ Fountains of femcum sprayed out from her cunt and doused that fuckmeat, splattering Emerald’s dark skin with glistening girlseed, but before Cinder’s body had even fully recovered from the earth-shattering sensations coursing through her every nerve she was bouncing away again, fucking her cunt up and down that big prick like she hadn’t missed a beat. And still Emerald wasn’t allowed to spew her jizz, the ejaculate frothing in her fat nutsack and thickening with every passing second as it was kept painfully backed up at the base of her throbbing shaft. On and on the thief-girl’s torture continued, Cinder’s juicy cunt squashing her cock with more than a dozen creaming orgasms that wrung her cockflesh like a wet towel and turned her into a shaking, fuck-ruined mess. Her seething mass of rigid fuckmeat began to flag, and when Cinder felt that steel girder in her guts slowly softening she reached down and wrapped her hands tight around Emerald’s throat, wringing her pretty little neck until her face went blue and all the blood surged back into her bestial pillar.

“Don’t you ever fucking go soft on me, you miserable little cunt, or I’ll snap your neck like a twig! You hear me?!” Her teeth bared in a cock-drunk rictus, splattering Emerald with another geyser of pearly cuntslime. She could feel it now! It was finally coming, that final bone-breaking orgasm that would put all the others before it to fucking shame, she was barrelling straight towards it, edging closer and closer with every shuddering thrust as she sank her hips down onto her glorious fucktoy, taking every inch all the way down to the balls, those fat orbs still churning and crying out to sow their gargantuan load inside her. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of that chasm of paradise, spit frothing in her mouth and dripping into Emerald’s hypnotic, flailing cleavage. The poor bitch was gasping for breath, and Cinder could fucking SEE the consciousness fading from her eyes~ The dark-haired dominator gave the tiniest smile and pulled her hands away, allowing her to pull in the oxygen she so desperately needed.

That was all it took. The sensation of air finally filling her lungs after so long pushed Emerald into a realm from which there was no return. She barely had time to inhale before she was screaming louder than ever, a wave of euphoria elevating her to paradise, and her cock fucking BULGED like a hose with a kink, stretching Cinder’s cunt beyond its normal limits and releasing the grip on her shaft. The ball-batter pooling in her swollen nuts was finally free, and it erupted like a rocket shooting for Mars, cannoning into the back of Cinder’s cunt and drowning it in a gallon of fucksludge. Cinder’s shrieking cries mingled with those of her slave as that seed obliterated her guts and pushed her over the edge, her every fibre scorched into an orgasm that turned her legs to jelly, her body collapsing as wave after wave of potent nut-gravy inundated her spasming folds. It was impossible for her to contain that titanic load, the fat ropes flooding out of her cunt and spurting over Emerald’s lower body, covering the insensate thief in a pool of her own sperm six inches deep, stretching all the way from her numb nutsack to the edge of the bed and dripping noisily onto the floor in great, sticky clumps.

Five minutes later, Emerald’s monstrous deluge had slowed to a trickle, her equine cunt-buster finally allowed to soften under its own power and sloughing out of Cinder’s cunt. The puddle of cum between her legs had already cooled and set with a consistency of pudding, and her cock slapped wetly down atop it and sent droplets spraying up into the air to land on Cinder’s supple asscheeks as she laid atop her broken fuck-slave. Dollops of cock-cream oozed from her satisfied fuck-tunnel as she revelled in her bliss, the stress of the day all forgotten. “Good job … ” she sighed, reaching up with a hand to slowly pull Emerald’s face to hers. She kissed the dark-skinned girl passionately, intently, adoringly, their tongues lapping and swirling against each other, savouring the other’s taste as their bodies intertwined, Cinder weakly grinding her hips against Emerald’s as she moaned her satisfaction into her slave’s hot, sweet mouth. Emerald was a worthless fuck-drunk gutter slut and a cock-freak to boot, but she was HER cock-freak, hers and hers alone. She was never going to let her go, not as long as she could get to feel like this!