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Coming Down | myg

Okay, so here's the second installment of my BADLANDS Series. This is loosely based around Coming Down by Halsey. I realise I haven't really done them in a specific order, just the one I am pulled to next to write.

Warnings: Dom!Yoongi, Sub!Reader, mentions of slight work stress and societal pressures of being a woman, you know. All that good stuff.

Reader is a F E M I N I S T and proudly so. Loose mention of not wanting kids (which is fine btw) this is just a whole load of smut, not much fluff as it's FWB but.

Okay so, oral, f & m receiving, face fucking, fingering, multiple orgasms, rough sex, light spanking, choking (for like a milisecond) use of ties, slight sensory deprivation, slight body worship, overstimulation. Slight name-calling?? Yoongs says kitten ironically. Use of safe word/safe signal. Yoongles has a Sir Kink. (I can only apologise) Reader has a hand kink (obvs) just wants to get off and relieve stress, Yoongi is happy to be their relief.

word count: 9.8k 👀🐸☕ don't @ me

'I found God, I found him in a lover'

It was a normal Thursday evening, you'd finished work at 6pm on the dot and took the bus home. Fishing for your keys as you approached the front door of your apartment. Key in the lock, turn. Open. Silence. Walking into your hallway, slippers not quite on the rack by the front door as you rushed out of them into your heels this morning. Just where you left them. Sliding off your heels with a sigh as you trudged into your slippers, immediately comforted by the soft memory foam that supported your tiresome toes. Returning your heels to the rack. Shrugging off your bag and long coat, reaching nearly 2 feet above you on your tiptoes to hang your bag and coat on the coat rack. Muttering to yourself like you did every day. 'Coat and bag, then heels. Won't have to stretch so much.' Venturing into the living room. Magazine on the coffee table infront of the sofa where you had left it last night.

Empty. Not that you expected anyone to be home. No one making you dinner you didn't want, or taking up the whole sofa, or hogging the remote. You lived alone, and you liked it. Sure, for a pretty young girl in her mid twenties you often had looks and questions.

'When are you going to find the one?'

'When will you settle down and have a family?'

And truth be told, you didn't want to settle down. You had told your mother from a young age that you didn't want children, whether that would change over time or not you weren't sure. It hadn't changed. You still wanted your independence and that was okay. Women were not put on this earth just to bear children and you were the firmest believer in that. You liked your life just the way it was. A job you loved that you worked hard for, an apartment you were proud of and nearly every night you got to sleep in your own bed, alone, no one to whine at when they snored or your body being used as a warmer for their cold feet. The few nights you were away from your bed came from your once in a while rendezvous with an acquaintance of yours. Although you knew eachother more than mere acquaintances should.

You met at a bar some time ago. Lights flashed, sure to give you a migraine and music so loud your eardrums could burst at any given moment. You were dragged out to this stingy bar by your bestfriend in her attempt to finally get noticed by that one guy. Even in her twenties she was still as smitten as when you were both back at school. You wore a simple black dress with a low cut front, skirt just above the knee and plain black heels. Hair not much different to your everyday, maybe a few waves here and there and some more mascara than your normal work volume. Trying your best to blend in but still having the ornate ability to have eyes on you in any setting.

You spent a lot of time on the dance floor until your friend had found her prey and you circled around the bar. Much rather wanting to stay at home with a tub of ice cream and your cat watching some terrible reality show about Cabin Crew on a cruise ship. Shouting at the TV to throw the nasty woman overboard; waving your spoon at the screen as your cat looked on in understanding almost. But here you were, slumped against a sticky varnished oak bar, propped up on an old velvet stool, twisting your straw in your glass, nonchalantly spinning the steadily melting ice as you listened to your friend talking to her guy. Suddenly feeling a hot hand against your lower back and someone lean over the bar between you and your otherwise occupied friend. Looking up at a pale man to your left.

" Whiskey on the rocks. " came his order to the bar tender; sharp, leaving no room for anything blasé.

Catching his eye, he looked you over once with a subtle bite of his lip and the flick of his tongue at the seam of his mouth; eyebrow raised with a lingering smirk before he vanished into the sea of people again with his drink.

Dumbfounded, you sat there, staring at the now empty spot where he had been mere seconds ago, the now cool expanse of your lower back where his large hand once was, fizzing. Swinging round on your stool, propping your elbow on the bar behind you, your eyes scanned the room. It wasn't the biggest bar. It wouldn't take long to find him.

Soon you caught eyes with him across the dance floor, stood with his taller, tanned friends as he held the whiskey glass firm in his hand; talking amongst themselves. Dark Brown, almost black hair feathered across his forehead, just above his twinkling chocolate eyes. Thin upper lip pressing to his plumper bottom lip before perfect white teeth graced your vision in an endearing gummy smile. Eyes still not catching you between the bodies of people dancing. Several silver hoop earrings in each ear. He wore a long black sweatshirt, black ripped jeans and boots. A couple of silver rings adorned his strong fingers.

You took a sip of your drink, gaze intermittently fluttering in his direction as you scanned the room, your friend had left to go and dance. Eyes found her and you nodded, knowing she was fine. As your stare focused back on the man before you he finally looked up, catching your eye with his, dark and mysterious. His lips pulling into a smirk again as he gazed at you. Heat bubbling in your chest from his wandering eyes on your body through the gap in people on the dance floor. He eventually made his way over to you and whispered a few words into your ear. Cool and calm.

" Come back to my hotel. "

And so you did. One slightly drunk, intense one night stand later and here you were, 6 months down the line sleeping with eachother whenever he was in town. A classic Friends With Benefits situation, although you weren't really friends.

You walked into your kitchen, greeting your ginger tabby cat with a kiss as she meowed at you in greeting. Grabbing yourself a glass for water and pouring kibble into her bowl on the floor, your routine monotonous but you didn't mind. Your cat tucking into her dinner as you filled up your glass, taking a sip. Looking at delivery menus on your fridge under old magnets from previous travels, deciding on Chinese; plucking the menu from the fridge, you had a training day for other colleagues at work tomorrow which meant a day off for you. No needing to cook dinner and get an early night tonight. Placing your glass and the menu on the coffee table in the living room, you switched on the tv, chucking any random show on then bumbling along to your room, opening the door. Greeted by quiet and serenity. No dirty pants on the floor or unmade bed. You smiled with contentment, unzipping your dress to pool at your feet before tossing it into your wash basket. You looked at yourself in the mirror, your most dependable black bra and panty set glaring back at you as you fixed your hair into a ponytail and wiped off your makeup. Throwing on a sweatshirt and some leggings. A short while later you plopped yourself down on the sofa and switched on the tv, greeting your cat with a scratch under her chin as she sauntered into the room, hopping up on the sofa with you.

Zoning out to the world around you as a terrible drama played on in the background as you glanced over the menu, not really paying attention to anything in particular. You had been a little stressed over the past couple of weeks, mounting pressures of a new senior in your department threatening to change everything you had sculpted into a balanced working environment over the last 3 years. Societal pressures and backhanded compliments from your mother's 'garden party' friends concerning whether or not you were defective in choosing a man. Or having one choose you. But in reality, the truth is, you had a stable relationship previously, unfortunately he was a dick and you're not stupid. So the single life had been your rather quiet reality for the last 18 months. No one to answer to or to worry about. Just you and your cat.

Your mothers friends never seemed to understand that, always too engrossed in whether or not you had a man on top of you every night to see that their husbands had found other, much younger women to be on top of. All of this filtering through the crack in your hardened shell, filling your mind with alternate realities until you got a text coming through. Cutting through all the fuzz that piqued in your brain. Picking up your phone, you saw who it was. Him.

'I'm in town, come over?'

Your reply was short and sweet.

'Sure, be over in 20.'

Snapping out of your previous thoughts and placing the menu back on the coffee table you sat and pondered for a minute. This was fine. This was what you needed. To let off some steam, in a judgement free setting. No cold glances your way, or harsh words uttered, unless it was you being tied to the headboard again like you had been convinced to try last time with his unadulterated gaze looking down at you writhing underneath him. The thought alone had your hair standing on end and a shiver running through you as you stood from the sofa, heading to your room.

Sifting through your wardrobe to pull on some old trainers, checking yourself in the mirror not really knowing why. In your hallway you made sure the lights in the apartment were off and your cat was happy, tucked up in the corner of the sofa snoozing away. Making sure you had your keys and phone in your bag, you left, key in the lock, turn. Locked. Walking down the hallway and down to the ground floor, heading out of the building to head right. The hotel he always stayed at was only a block or so away so the walk was relatively short. The sun was setting now as it hid behind the skyscrapers that canopied the city. Passers by making their way home or even to work. Still lots of cars on the road and bicycles that weaved in and out of traffic. The breeze was light and cherry blossoms danced in the air, separating from a tree as you passed a nearby park. The air was cool, as it would be in early May. Not too hot. Reminded of your journey, that first night.

'When his hair falls in his face and his hands so cold they shake'

You had left swiftly after his original proposition, making up some story about your cat or an early work meeting or something. Anything to get you out of there and with him. His hand returned to the small of your back as you left the bar, being ushered into an awaiting taxi outside. Shuffling all the way over to the other side, he slid in next to you blurting out the address to the hotel at the driver. Hair falling in his face. Eyes wild as they sparkled from the reflection of the dim streetlights. Smirking at you as the same powerful hand you had grown accustomed to on your back, made a home on your knee, slightly tucked under the skirt of your dress. It was now cold to the touch. Strong and intimidating as the taxi started to drive away. Not being able to take his eyes off you he leant forward and whispered in your ear.

" You look so delicious. " His voice low that reverberated through you, straight to your core as he squeezed your knee. Uttering the last syllable with a kitten lock to the shell of your ear.

To this you bit your lip and shifted uncomfortably in your seat. His hand, in turn sliding further up under your dress to the wider expanse of your thigh. The material of your dress pressing his hand taught against your skin.

He swooped down to your ear again, pressing an open mouthed kiss under your ear before he whispered " can't wait to taste you. "

You keened away from his grasp to no avail. He knew what he was doing to you, breath shallow and flighty in your chest as his teeth tugged at your earlobe.

"Please " You breathed, the first word you uttered to him.

Not really sure what you were pleading him for but the fire in your chest and the dampness of your panties flourished an urgency within you that was incorrigible. He smirked again at this, eyes dancing like Fireflies in the night. The hand that was to his side while the other hid between your thighs came up to cup your cheek, turning your face towards him.

"Soon. " He chuckled before biting your lip.

Drawn back to reality, passing people and cars. Your trainers pulling you towards your destination as your head had an argument with your feet. Was this a good idea? You didn't want to get yourself into a situation where either of you caught feelings. You were a pro at being a cold hearted bitch now but the odd sincere glance your way, especially from him seemed to melt your resolve, even just a little. Recounting the previous times you had taken this walk and what it would lead to.

After your first night with him, it was like a drug. You always wanted more. To say he was good in the bedroom was a complete cop out. He was...He was something. Made you feel things you'd never felt before and noises you'd never in your wildest dreams imagine yourself making. At decibels only a dog could hear. So once the addiction started, you started seeing one another everytime he was in town. Sometimes a couple of times in a week. That went on for a solid 4 months and as work pressures mounted, you fell distant. Always busy catching up with work or having some alone time with your thoughts and your cat. He also got busy, having to travel more for work. You didn't really know much about except it was important and you felt based on the guitar he always packed with him, propped up against the wall in the corner of the room, it was something to do with music.

'I found a devil, I found him in a lover'

The last time you had seen eachother had been a little over 2 weeks ago. That night you'd stayed, which didn't come easily. You were adamant you would leave as soon as you'd cleaned up, even telling him so as he helped you wash in the bathroom, almost requesting a second round when he looked at you through the mirror with those sparkling brown eyes like the devil, but you had been so wound up and pushed to your limits that you felt sleep take you as soon as your body hit the mattress again. Memories of restraints, dark water colours that created the murky palette of his hotel room and the low thumping of your heart, even as you entered the apartment, seeing him there, a tie in hand and a coy smirk. That night he had called you. He never called.

" You busy? " He sounded gruff like he'd just finished working out - which you knew not to be the case.

"When am I ever busy? " You rebuttled with a laugh.

He joined you, then you could hear him grin down the phone. A different sort of grin. A devious one.

"I wanted to try something. "

There was quiet, you wished him to continue silently.

"Something I can't stop thinking about doing to you. " He whispered lowly.

Your ears on fire and furiously red in the face you hung up. Chucking a quick 'omw' text to him in return. That night had been the best sex you'd ever had. That's why you'd stayed. For fear of walking into oncoming traffic at 2am because of your disorientated state.

Your heart skipped a beat at the anticipation of what was to come once you knocked on the door and it sent a thrill through you. Rounding the corner you were met with a bleak grey concrete block of apartments that made up the hotel with a black sign. Crossing the street after looking both ways you jogged up the steps as you saw the door beginning to close after a couple just exited. Sliding in you headed straight for the elevator.

He always had the same hotel room which avoided any confusion. You ran to the elevator that had just opened and pressed the 7th floor. Alone again your mind wandered to your first night here, in this lift.

You'd both stumbled out of the taxi and shuffled over to the lift, he pressed the elevator button furiously as he got impatient; leaning against eachother. As soon as the lift doors were closed he pressed you against the wall, face millimetres from yours as his nose skimmed over yours. Both of your breathing, laboured and slow. His large hands roamed your body; your waist, up and down your thighs. Gripping at the flesh as if he owned it. You wanted him to. God you wanted him to own all of you in that moment. Gaze intense and unwavering as the mysterious glint in his eye grew. His hands slid around the curve of your ass which made you stutter, giving it a harsh squeeze that made you lose your breath.

"I'm gonna ruin you." He whispered devilishly in your ear as he bit the shell.

Pulled out of your reverie as the elevator doors dinged open, signalling you had reached your floor, face burning as you stepped out of the lift, cold fingers pressed to your cheeks to try and cool them. Preparing yourself for what man would greet you at the door. You never knew which one you would get. Sometimes he was ravenous and you never made it to the bed, lipstick smeared and tights ripped as he never had time to waste when he felt such a desperate need for you. Or you would get the cool calm and collected man that caught your eye that night all those months ago. That was, until he got you here. Alone with him.

Walking down the corridor to his room now, counting the doors as they seemed to go on for miles, dark in wood with numbers etched in gold with golden handles. Your breath starting to slip away from you as you imagined as soon as you opened that door you wouldn't be able to breathe steadily again for a while. Room 93. (Shoutout to Halsey's first EP) There it was. You slowed to a stop, almost nervous to knock. 'Just knock' You muttered to yourself. Rolling your eyes as you fidgeted on the spot, sighing as you raised your hand to knock on the door. Knock. Wait. Silence.

You were waiting for a little while which was unlike any other time. Checking your watch and the door number. You waited a little longer and you were just about to walk away when the door opened slowly. You turned; met with the same dancing brown eyes you caught in yours all those months ago, although slightly sunken, maybe he hadn't been sleeping well? His lean frame propped up against the door. Arms folded over his broader chest. Hair fluffed over his forehead, slightly damp. Pale skin flawless and glowing against the dark background of his hotel room and the darkness of his simple black tee and sweatpants. Silver hoops still adorned his ears and rings still glistened on his beautiful hands. Eyes unwavering as they honed in on you. Smirk playing on his thin lips.

"You're early." He mumbled all knowingly, looking at the rings that adorned his knuckles, as if he were about to connect them with a wall.

You stuttered, heart in your mouth as you gawked at the man. Feeling like a naughty school girl that was about to get a ruler spanked across her a-. You stopped the thought for fear of collapsing in the hallway. His eyes still on you, looking you up and down. You mentally slapped yourself for your attire. Sweatshirt and leggings. Not sexy in the slightest. Anyway. Why did you care? Not like you wanted to impress him, right? After another beat his strong arm pulled you in the room by the collar of your sweatshirt, closing the door swiftly behind you and pinning you up against it.

"Just means I have more time." He whispered against your lips.

Sweeping strands of hair out of your face delicately, tucking his fingers behind your ears. He smiled at you, his gummy smile. You never thought that smile would be directed at you. Let alone in this setting.

'With his lips like tangerines, and his colour-coded speak'

His lips moulded to yours with a sudden urgency. Teeth and tongue caressing your lips with power and want. Heavy breaths exchanged as you dropped your bag; hands trying to find purchase somewhere sturdy and stable. Deciding upon the strength of his arms. Eyes closing as you were swept away in the moment of teeth and tongue and pent up tension and wanton need for eachother. His fingers pulling out your hairband so your hair pooled around your face. His fingers lacing through the soft locks as he grinned against your lips. Always having an ornate infatuation with how silky your hair was. How good it felt wrapped around his fist as he fucked you into the mattress. How it spread out behind you like waves across the crisp white bedsheets, framing your face perfectly as you slept.

He missed this. Maybe he missed you. Jolted back from his sweet thoughts, hearing you start to mumble against his lips as he continued to pin you up against the door, your head firmly in his hands.

"Yoongi." You murmured again, slurring the word slightly; drunk off the potent lust he cradled you with.

He never let up from your lips, intent on breathing you in. Hands untangling themselves from your hair as his cool calm hands landed on your shoulders, moving you away from the door to pin you to a wall, nearer to the bed. An eventual destination set in his mind. He couldn't get enough of you. Your hands travelled to cup his cheeks. His lips dry against yours gaining moisture from the saliva rolling around in your mouths as your tongues fought. Small whimpers beginning to swim their way into the air. Music to his ears. Of all the music he'd ever had a hand in creating, he wished he could emulate your tiny whimpers. Your cries for more of him. All of him. Wanting to devour him whole.

"Fuck" He exclaimed, finally pulling away from you, heavy breathing as his forehead was against yours.

Not even giving you time to breath he reached for the hem of your sweatshirt, pulling it over your head to reveal your gorgeous body to his hungry eyes. Knowing now that hiding from his gaze would be futile. An attempt at covering up would leave your ass raw and marks all over every single inch of your body. God's above. He made you feel like the only girl in the world, to him you practically were. He never sought out for any other attention or company from other women. The taste of you as often as he could have you was more than enough to satiate his heart.

He made quick work of your bra before throwing his own shirt off onto the growing pile on the floor. His hands, rough against your soft, plush breasts as his thumbs circled around your pebbling nipples. His teeth latching onto your bottom lip, humming as he looked into your steadily closing eyes. Teeth venturing south along your jaw to your neck and collarbone as he began to grab at the skin of your waist after he finished moulding your breasts; as if trying to memorise the feeling of them in his hands. The weighted comfort he had grown to adore about your chest. Teeth sinking in, enticing low gasps and the tiniest of squeaks as he would bite too hard on already sensitive flesh, intent on getting every inch of your skin covered in small indentations from his teeth. Tongue lascivious against the contours of your neck and collarbones, sickly sweet taste of your skin that drove him wild.

'Now we're lost somewhere in outer space, in a hotel room where demons play'

All you could do was pant and mule against him, your hands in his steadily drying locks. Suddenly pulling away as he untied the drawstring of his pants.

"Knees, now." He whispered authoritively and you happily obeyed.

Flicking your hair off your shoulder you sank down onto your knees. Eyes ignited with a fire he practically stoked out of you. You admired his body on the journey down. Body lithe and pale, defined arms and chest with a flat stomach, no six pack or defined v lines that led to the promising tent that you saw in your line of sight. Just a small happy trail of hair from below his belly button sneaking into the hem of his sweatpants. Swiftly taking them down and off you were greeted with black boxers, looking tight around his cock cased within. You licked your lips in anticipation as his fingers forked through the hair on your scalp. Looking up to his face as he gazed down at you with a stern look in his own eyes; burning into your already flushed skin.

"Someone looks like they've missed this." He smirked as your hand rose to palm him through his boxers.

He released a low hum at the feeling of your hand cupping his balls. You knew that he was very sensitive there, from past experiences.

"Does the slut want my cock?" He asked, a feather of a chuckle rumbled in his chest at your immediate nod as you ran your tongue over the seem of your lips.

Your fingers delved underneath the fabric as you began to pull them down. Sudden slap to your hands had you shying away from him.

"Hungry sluts have to wait don't they, kitten?" His eyes zeroing in on your reaction to the pet name.

You gritted your teeth in vague annoyance at the name, after the first night, you told him you had to be home for your cat. Finding it oddly adorable you were a cat lady he called you kitten ironically, now it's stuck. Your eyes looking away from him, turning your head slightly towards the large window that showed the rest of the city. Twinkling lights now shining in the moonlight. His hand gripped your chin, pulling your attention back to him, forcing you to look up into his devious eyes.

"I don't think you answered me, slut." He snarled; releasing your chin from his grasp.

Your heart jumped in your chest. "Y-yes, sir."

He smirked again, feeling triumphant he patted your head, thumb smoothing over your hair line with ghost like touches before running it along the seem of your mouth, popping his thumb in, flat against your tongue. Closing your lips around him, beginning to suck, big eyes gazing up at him.

"Good girl." He whispered before removing his thumb from your mouth and yanking his boxers down and stepping out of them.

His fingers danced through his damp hair as his cock sprung up against his stomach, a muted groan as the cool air touched his reddened and straining cock. Your eyes widened, never getting used to the sight of his cock, inches away from your salivating mouth, making your panties pool with a carnal need for him to be inside you. Your hands began to rub up and down your jeans clad thighs, waiting with baited breath for him to give you the command. This man and the things you'd do for him would have others question if you were a feminist or not. How a strong single woman with a steady career and bustling social life could want to be so utterly defiled by a man and be at his every whim really flipped your ideology on its head. But a drug was a drug, and you were high on him like cocaine.

"Alright, stop giving me those bedroom eyes." He gushed, dominating voice faltering as he gazed down at you, waiting and ready for him to let you begin.

You fluttered your eyelashes at him, big and bold. Biting your lip as your hands rubbed along your thighs again.

"Fuck, just get over here." He laughed, holding the base of his cock in his hand as your hands slunk up his sturdy pale thighs.

Fingertips sending sparks through his body. Your lips reaching his tip, you looked up at him again as you kitten licked his bulbous tip, testing it. Like testing a car. He hissed to which you smirked. You took your tongue to lick the underside of his cock lightly, teasing his frenulum before swirling your tongue round his tip several times. He puffed out a harsh breath but never said a word, fingers beginning to weave into your hair with a softness you were unfamiliar with. Surrounding the tip with your lips as you slowly sunk the head into your waiting mouth. Giving kitten links to the underside again as you sucked on his tip for a moment. Yoongis breath was heavy, you could tell by his chest moving, half lidded eyes looking down at you as you took more of him in slowly. Tongue still licking everywhere you could. Your other hand still positioned on his thigh as you rubbed small circles in it with your thumb.

Starting to take him deeper in your mouth and pulling him back out for breath had him seeing double. His vision was blurred as he could feel your heavenly lips wrap around his strained cock, precum and spit starting to pool at the corners of your mouth; threatening to spill as you bobbed your head back and forth on his dick. Setting up a rhythm you plunged him in deep so your nose touched his abdomen and he threw his head back with a grunt; gritting his teeth.

"Uh, fuck. Your mouth is so good" He whispered into the air.

'I've got a lover and I'm unforgiven, I'm such a fool to pay this price'

Your mouth worked on him as well as it could. You would take a lot of him in and proceed to gag which made him grunt. As your hand began to work at the base of his shaft. Giving him your all. Making up for lost time.

"Fuck, I'm not gonna last." He hissed. His hands in spearing through your hair as his thumbs rubbed at your scalp.

"I should've kept my hands to myself... Always impatient." He chuckled menacingly to himself; shaking his head.

Your breath was heaving as you pulled back from him. Hands gripping his thighs tight as you looked up at the man towering above you.

"What do you say, will you let me fuck your mouth like a good pet?" He asked, hands still in your hair.

"Make me cum, then it's your turn? How about it, kitten?"

No hesitation in your eyes as you gazed up at him as if he had hand painted all of the stars in the sky. You nodded profusely and he grinned at you; swiping the spit away from the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

"Good girl, remember your safe signal?" He asked, almost sweet in his tone.

You tapped the back of his thigh 3 times with your finger and he nodded. Feathering his fingers through your hair again, your hand still at the base of his dick lining him up to your waiting mouth. You gave him the go ahead as he thrusted shallowly into your mouth at first. Finally in your mouth his hands speared through your hair behind your ears to hold you still as he began to move his hips back and forth. You had done this before. Let him do this. But this time was so raw and so needy you honestly couldn't fathom how much you needed this. And it wasn't even your turn. He began to set up a rhythm working his length deeper with every thrust; starting to make you gag as you tried your best to relax. He breathed in sharply, his head thrown back as he pumped in and out. His shaft gliding smoothly across your tongue and beginning to slip down your throat as you sputtered around him. Hands firmly gripping the back of his thighs, the same way he was gripping your hair.

"Fuck, fuck. Your mouth. Kills me." He mumbled to himself; thinking you couldn't hear.

You looked up at him, a picture of bliss. Arms locked in place, keeping you still as he slid in and out of your mouth, picking up speed now. The veins in his neck; protruding under a velvet blanket of Frosted skin. Teeth gritted and brows furrowed. He looked down to see you already watching him. To this he groaned deep within his chest at the sight of you so willing and ready for him. Setting his nerves alight he could feel his orgasm approaching. Gripping your hair even tighter as he gave you a moment to breath before jackhammering into your mouth with a low whine.

"Fuck. Holy shit." He whispered before you felt his cock twitch deep in your throat and thick ropes of cum travel down it as he came; hips jerking at weird angles as you noticed sweat beading across his neck and collarbones; reaching up to his hairline.

After he had composed himself he pulled out of your mouth and you swallowed everything still left in your mouth before opening your mouth to show it was empty. He ran a solid hand through his own hair before he pulled you to your feet; planting a heavy kiss to your lips as he walked you back towards the bed. Practically pushing you back on it with a soft bounce. He suddenly rounded to the other side of the hotel room rummaging through a suitcase. Soon returning with several black ties in hand. Giving you a knowing smirk. You felt your stomach sink at the memory of your last adventure with this man. In this hotel room. With those ties. But judging by the look on his face and the fact his previously lifeless cock had begun to spring to life again; you knew it was different.

'I found a martyr, he told me that I'd never'

He began to move you up the bed to where he saw fit. Nodding when he had got you where he wanted. Straddling your waist he grabbed an arm tying the tie around your wrist to then loop it around the headboard. He soon did the same to the other one. Then finally you saw him gazing down at you from above before he slipped a soft silk tie over your eyes fastening it behind your head. Everything went black, but you could hear him; feel him. All around you. Feeling weight either side of your head you suddenly felt breath over your nipple; squirming at the sensation and your clothed pussy clenching around nothing. You felt him kitten lock his way along your breast before landing an unexpected bite against your neck, causing you to pull against the restraints with a sharp intake of breath.

"Remember your safe word, kitten?" He whispered in your ear.

You nodded. "Seesaw."

He sat back on his heels; still straddling you. Crossing his arms with a nod.

"Why is it Seesaw, again?" You ask, a grin sliding onto your face.

He chuckled at this before you felt weight lifted from the bed. You skin crawling with goosebumps as you waited with anticipation. Suddenly feeling deft fingers pulling your leggings and panties down in one swift movement. A beat of silence. Feeling like forever until you felt the same fingers, calloused but oh so soft against the skin of your collarbone.

"You don't remember?" He whispered into the darkness.

You shook your head no as your body began to squirm. Feeling his finger trail delicately down to your chest, followed by his other pointer finger on his left. Circling your nipples in precise motions. You sucked in a breath and your back arched as you felt him blow cool air onto the perking bud.

"Oh kitten, it was the bar where we first met" You could hear the smirk evident in his voice as his fingers trailed underneath the curve of your breasts.

"The night I took you home and ate you so good you nearly passed out." A dry chuckle left his lips at the gasp that left your own.

He began to drag his sturdy fingers slowly; tantalisingly, in soft motions towards your belly button where he would branch out with delicate touch; placing more fingers on your skin as they circled your hipbones. Finally sloping down to your thighs where his grip became firm and he pryed your legs apart to expose you to him. Heat flashing across your face as you whimpered at the action. Oh god. The things he made you feel. You felt electricity surge through your body, bouncing off your bones as you heard him hum.

"Mmmm. So wet, just from sucking my cock, kitten?"

You bit your lip with a whine; nodding profusely. Blush creeping across your cheeks. He seemed to like this as you heard a deep rumbled in his chest in approval. You could feel the bed dip slightly due to transferred weight. Right between your legs. Shit. If only you could see him. What was he doing? Was he pleased? Oh fuck, you didn't shave your le- your thoughts were far removed as you felt lips across the inside of your thigh; just above your knee.

"Shit, I can't wait to taste you." He whispered; sending cool air rushing up to your core.

Feeling his lips drag effortlessly along your thigh to where you wanted him most; needed him. He was tender; savouring the moment. He had missed this, giving you what you wanted. Watching you underneath him. Tasting you; devouring you. That's why he was so quick to cum the first time around. Too excited by the thought of having you again he had started to touch himself in the shower. Thinking of your soft, sweet body; Bending to his every whim. Your mouth stuffed full of his cock. Your enticing wet pussy that always made you blush at the sounds it would make, as he would fuck you. Hard and rough. He groaned at the thought before his face was level with your heat. Soft breaths that made your body wriggle; desperate to escape and want more; all at once. He hooked your knees over his elbows as he held your legs down. blowing against your exposed clit and watching your pussy clench around nothing; glistening with your essence he hungered for.

'With his educated eyes, and his head between my thighs'

"Mmmm. Sweet pussy baby girl." He kissed the apex of your thigh watching you writhe against the restraints. He hadn't even started yet. You were in for a long night.

You didn't seem to notice the name at first. It wasn't what he had called you any of the times before. But as the air thinned out around you; feeling the silence weighted around the room like a thick curtain and nothing was corrected, it almost felt affectionate; coming from his sinful lips that had just attached themselves to your-

"Fuck." Your breath caught as you threw your head back against the mattress.

Feeling lips suckling against your clit with vigor. He knew what you liked and knew how to get you where he wanted you. His tongue began lapping at your clit as his lips sucked where they could. Your breathing was heavy and you tried to pull against the restraints; your legs restless as the odd whimper left parted lips. His eyes although you couldn't see him, were focused on you. Watching every bite of your lip, every salacious moan or whimper; every gasp. You began rocking your hips in a rhythm against his tongue and he moaned at the pressure you posed against him. Trying to feel some friction as his throbbing cock had sprung to life from your first whimper; sandwiched between his abdomen and the mattress.

"God, this pussy is so good." He moaned; muffled by your legs trying so hard to clamp around his head as he continued his ministrations.

Soon enough you could feel the familiar rope spread throughout your body, begin to coil; tight as a spring before you felt a nip to your clit and you unravelled underneath him. Feeling weightless and weighted all at once. Stars beneath the blanket of the silk tie; delicate against your eyes. Head thrashing around as arms pulled with all their might against the restraints. Your back arched as you moaned loudly; legs starting to shake at the force of your orgasm. But that wasn't the end. He flicked his tongue against your swollen clit with more intent. Determined to push you through another orgasm before he even started using his fingers. God his fingers. Your lower body began to lift off the bed as his grip on your legs only got tighter.

"Fuck, fuck Yoongi. Oh my fucking g-"

You heard an animalistic growl as you felt another nip to your clit; yelping at the sudden spark of pain amongst your pleasure.

"Sir. Stick to the rules." He punctuated with a slap to your clit. Back arching for a moment as you felt a pulse throughout your body.

"Or I'll keep biting." He mumbled the last part.

You pouted. "Yes sir." You could feel your orgasm beginning to ebb away as he took longer to return to your clit.

You whined and you felt breath on your clit again as he chuckled. Although your predicament was purely casual. Wanting to get off essentially was your main goal. Neither of you ever rushed. Enjoying one another's company. Feeling his slick, swift tongue dancing along your clit again you moaned; trying so hard to keep quiet out of respect for neighbours as you tried resting your mouth against your arm to muffle your high pitched moans. His tongue retracted until you felt the tip of his tongue tease the edge of your entrance before dipping his tonulgue in for a moment. Your hips bolted you forward at the intrusion before settling back down on the bed. His tongue running up and down from your entrance to your clit in long strokes. Quickly settling his tongue back against your throbbing clit. You yelped as he applied more pressure.

"Fuck, I love this cunt."

Slurping noises ensued as he dove in deeper. You orgasm building again and again, holding on for dear life. Holding onto your sanity. His tongue swirling around the pulsing bud as you continued your previous rhythm rocking against his face. Your knuckles were turning white at the sheer grip you had on the ties; feeling yourself drift away.

"Fuck, please, yoo-"

He pressed his face even further into your heat as you cried out in pleasure. Tongue flicking mercilessly over your engorged clit. Reaching the summit again to fall all the way down into the abyss. He never let up from you as his tongue lapped at your juices spilling from your entrance. Nerves alight and pulsing throughout your body. A thin layer of sweat was evident against your face, collarbones; the whole of your body. Sweat beaded from his own forehead and he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth as he watched you regain your breath. Stilted in the silence. Only your chest rising and falling as your lungs gasped for air.

He loosened his right arms hold around your leg and brought his fingers forward to your sensitive pussy. Humming to himself as he gathered the Juices on the tip of his fingers and spreading it all over your pussy as it glistened in the dim hotel light. Knowing how much you lost your collective shit over his hands he couldn't help but watch his hands tip toe up to your breast; squeezing the flesh roughly in his hand before slinking it over to massage your neck for a second. Only to grab it a moment later. Your breath caught quite literally as you could feel the bed move from where he was sitting up. He could feel the pressure against your soft skin and the way your breath constricted; only for a moment as he loosened his grip. His fingers still flush against the skin. His veined hand looked like it belonged around your neck. He thought to himself before sliding his thumb into your mouth again; which you accepted with enthusiasm.

'I found a saviour, I don't think he remembers'

"One more from you, kitten. Then I'll fuck you. Okay?" He hummed.

Your reply was noncommittal as you nodded vehemently; still sucking on his thumb. He looked down at you with a certain adoration. Laying there, naked for him. Tied up and blindfolded. If he'd have thought this would be the case after that first night, he would have laughed. But here you both were.

His fingers began to trace the outline of your entrance; whisper like touches that made you clench around nothing. He began experimentally pushing his long slender middle finger inside you a little; chuckling lowly as you let out a whine. Your pussy trying to suck him in further. Wanting to feel him. All of him.

"Sir. Please." You murmured, legs that were now free from his grasp allowing you to rotate your hips.

He wanted to tease. God. He wanted to tease you until the sun came up. But he was desperate and so were you. He removed his finger earning a cry from you. Until he slid in two fingers to your shock and set a brutal pace. Feeling those godly fingers of his curl into you. Moulding you perfectly to him. Tapping against that sweet spot inside. He used his other hand to press your hips to the bed; preventing movement as you felt a touch of sensitivity kicking in. But you put it to the back of your mind; focussing on the way his fingers were drilling into you at an inhuman pace now.

Your senses heightened due to his silk tie that blocked your view. Oh how you wished you could watch his fingers sliding in and out of you like you had done countless times before. Acquiring quite the affinity with the mans hands. Pale, veiny; strong in their ability to hold you but soft when he caressed your cheek, wiping the spit away from the corner of your mouth or the pad of his thumb sweeping away tears from overstimulation. God you loved them.

"Fuck. I'm so close." You cried out, to someone. Anyone who could hear you as he continued his ministrations.

"Yeah? The slut loves my fingers doesn't she?" Yoongi spat; his voice laced with venom.

"Loves my fingers fucking her, huh?"

All you could do was mewl as you could feel your body going into overdrive. Your head slamming against the pillow as you could feel yourself near the edge. Just needing one final push.

"But you love it best when my hand's around your throat. Isn't that right? Slut?"

You hadn't felt his hand move. Too lost in the pleasure he was giving you. Until you felt it grip your throat. Not hard. But just enough. Squeezing when he said slut. Sparks flew and your fingers and toes felt as if they were set to a light simmer. Your body going numb at the feeling and your pussy throbbing as you came. A high pitched moan of his name left your bitten lips as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you. Body moving in time with your spasming cunt as you began to feel the overstimulation kicking in, rearing its ugly head once more. The pain was excruciating as he continued but the pleasure washed over you again as your entrance continued to clench around his fingers. Silence as a moan caught in your throat. This had to be the biggest orgasm you had ever had. Nerves set alight with matches and turning into a forest fire that exploded like gasoline until it set to a simmer when Yoongi slowed his fingers down ever so slightly. Enamoured by your head thrown back and your mouth in the perfect shape of an O. He would've cum right there, just at the sight of you convulsing beneath him.

"Cause he's off to pay his crimes, and he's got no time for mine'

"Fuck, me." He breathed, shaky breaths too.

Quickly flipping you onto your front, your still tied arms now crossed over one another. Propping your legs up so you were on your knees. A sharp smack to your ass sent you reeling into another sobbing mess. Beginning to plead with him. For something; anything.

Soon enough you felt his hands returning to your hips and ass, caressing them carefully. Your ass flinching at the contact of his lips on your lower back, you could hear a slight slapping sound behind you, assuming he had started to touch himself again. You whimpered at the thought of not being able to watch his veiny hand slide up and down his equally veiny cock. Fuck.

His lips still against your skin as he whispered "I nearly came just like that, watching you cum all over my fingers baby."

There it was again. Baby. Nothing more nothing less. There was a pregnant pause before he sighed, beginning to speak again.

"You're so fucking hot" a groan sounded as the pace of his hand quickened against his length. The slapping sound intensified.

You whimpered, beginning to move your ass up and down, wiggling it at him to invite him in.

"Yoongi, just fuck me already." You whined.

A sharp slap sounded against your ass, reverberating through the room. You winced at the pain, taking in a quick breath before a hand returned to your ass kneading it in his palm.

"Slut is so impatient today. I'll fuck you, don't worry." His words were menacing.

'Now we're lost somewhere in outer space, in a hotel room where demons play'

His hand continued to knead at your reddening cheek before pulling it aside with his thumb, showing your dripping, waiting entrance for him. He almost lost it. Almost. Deciding that you had both waited long enough he lined his throbbing condom clad cock up with your entrance and pushed in with great speed. Hissing at the feeling of your tight wet walls surrounding him.

"Oh god." You managed a strangled whimper into the mattress.

Breath caught in your throat as you could feel his dick beginning to move swiftly inside you. His hips slapping against your ass that was sure to bruise tomorrow, your wrists were aching, your body going numb to every other feeling apart from the feeling of him ploughing into you. Your vision was starry eyed and you hated it. But you loved it. Sobs began to rack through your body as he spanked you once again, sending waves of pain and pleasure through you.

His pace continued as all you could do was lie there with your hands tied, begging for anything he was willing to give you. But also feeling the familiar sting of too much. But it was never too much. You willed your body to continue on. To not give up the ghost yet. You prayed for your body to fight on. To take every thrust he battered into your throbbing, weeping pussy.

The coil you had almost forgotten existed now in the plains of numb, vacant ability to even string a sentence together, began to tighten again, expecting a fraying spent body, not one this eager for your umpteenth orgasm this evening. Your pussy clenched as he continued, hollow groans you imagine him with his head back as he thrusted into you, licking his perfect lips with that sinful tongue. God, he made you crazy.

"Yoongiiiiii, fuck I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, please" your tone indescribable as you panted for breath that escaped you with every thrust as his skin continued to slap against yours.

Suddenly feeling him pull out which almost made you weep but being turned back over onto your back, the tie being ripped from off your head. You were greeted by a furiously sweating Yoongi. Sweat dripping from his dark chocolatey hair just above his eyes. His lips swollen pink from where he had probably been biting on them so much, not to mention when he had used the same lips to devour you not 20 minutes prior. His chest was heaving and lips parted as he gazed at you for a moment.

"I'm seeing that gorgeous face when you cum, no way I'm missing that." He stifled a laugh as he lined himself up with your entrance again after wrapping your legs around his torso.

'They run around beneath our feet, we roll around beneath these sheets'

Sliding in once more you rattled your wrists against the silk tie restraints as you cocked your head back in pleasure. You let out a high pitch moan, almost exasperated in tone, your back arching up into him before slumping back on the bed in defeat. Yoongi almost reading your mind whilst still thrusting inside of you began to untie the ties that bound your wrists. You thanked heaven for your saving grace. You could run your hands through his hair now, feel his sweaty skin beneath your fingertips. And soon after your hands were free he laced them in his own. This also being new to you. You knew the drill when having sex with him. He laid down the ground rules early on. No kissing. No cuddling. No hand holding. So what he did next really sent you through a loop.

"Fuck I'm close." He sighed before leaning down to kiss you.

His lips were salty, battered and bruised much like your own but you didn't care, you kissed back with all your might as he continued to thrust away inside you. Feeling his cock hit that sweet spot again you mewled, breaking the kiss with your head thrown back.

"Here kitten?" He asked, smirk evident in his voice.

You whimpered with a nod as he continued to thrust in the right place, hitting your spot so deliciously you couldn't help cry out when his pace turned rampant and he held your hips in his bone crushing hands, sure to bruise tomorrow. The punishing pace was set as his hips bucked into you and you tried to grab at anything you could, finding no sturdy comfort in the crisp white hotel sheets beneath you. Your breathing was erratic, you hadn't realised you'd been sweating until now, although not as much as the man above you. You watched in distracted awe at the sweat running down his broad chest, along his stomach and down to where his cock was pummelling into you.

You could feel it again, serious this time. Your orgasm creeping up on you faster than any bullet. Your legs tingled and your toes curled. Your knees felt like they would break and your arms felt detached from the rest of your body. In the last moments you saw him gazing down at you, exasperated, fucked out beyond belief. But smiling. You reached up at the nape of his neck and pulled him down to you, pressing your lips against his as you succumbed to the pleasure that wreaked havoc throughout your body. A heart wrenching shout came from your lips. In every moment, a glitch of your body as it spasmed with unruly disregard and poor timing. Your pussy clenched repeatedly on his cock while he continued to thrust inside of you.

"Oh fuuuck, I'm coming." He groaned into your neck as he used hard, purposeful thrusts as he came in the condom.

'He's coming down, coming down'

The sweat that accumulated on both your bodies cemented you together for moments after. All pretence and notions suspended as you both caught your breath back. Heaving. Breathing one another in. Soon Yoongi peeled himself off of you and went to remove the condom. You lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Stars still there. You weren't imagining it in the end. Scraping your hair from off your face as you wiped the sweat from your brow. Soon he returned, bouncing onto the bed next to you, looking up at you in adoration almost. A nervous smile present on his lips as if he didn't just drag you to the 7th layer of hell with him. Or was it heaven? You could never be sure.

You looked over at him with heavy lids, inquisitive look on your face as he swept hair from your shoulder. Looking down at you with that same smile. Before -

"You fancy going on a date, some time?"

NOW Mr Min is usually not my main man but i can't help it, just, shit okay Min Yoongi.

I realise I'm probably going to hell for this but we joon

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echo-hiraeth · 4 years ago

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Chapter 2: Survivor’s Guilt

Part of the “Illicit Limerence” series.

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Summary: Javier is confronted with the stakes of losing an important coworker and friend as the reader gets injured during a chase. But grief and hospitals aren’t really his scene. The reader finds out the extent of her injuries and condition, leaving her shocked to the core.

Warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of injury, angst and some fluff

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DEA agents were hurt and killed almost daily, that was just the way things were with the cartel. Pablo didn’t care about who they were or what their legacy was, married or not, children or not, to Escobar they were just the enemy’s pawns. Javier Peña was well-aware of this and therefore rarely turned his head when another death within the office was called. He didn’t do funerals, he did women and drinking instead. In a time of war there was no time for grieving, he believed it to be a weakness of the flesh much worse than indulging in the warmth of a prostitute or colleague every now and then. This had become a routine for him and while it ate away at his conscience he never once considered giving up his bachelor-lifestyle. Never until today.

The narco screamed as Javier tackled him to the asphalt, brutally bending his arms behind his back, slapping the cuffs around his wrists. He opened his mouth to yell something out to Carillo when he heard the echo of two gunshots, followed by a cry. As his ears registered the pitch and tone, he made it out to be you. His head shot up immediately, already in desperate search of the source of your whereabouts.

Carillo took the detained from his clammy hands, leaving Javier to find you. Everything went quiet and all he could hear in that moment of utter panic was his obscene breathing and rapid heartbeat. When he rounded the corner, seeing Steve’s back turned to him, a pool of broken glass and legs he could only assume were yours he felt his heart drop. Murphy was frantically babbling into his radio as Javier stepped closer, the blood on the floor sickening.

He stood still next to Steve, watching the way your relaxed body laid in his arms, unmoving. “Is she-“

“No”, Steve replied quickly, beckoning for Javier to take his spot. “Stay with her, I’m getting the med kit from the car.”

He hesitantly sat down on his knees, the glass scraping against the fabric of his jeans as he gently pulled you onto his upper thighs. He spotted the burnt fabric on your vest and thanked his stupid teasing for having secured it earlier. It was as if you were just asleep, eyes closed, a peaceful look settling on your features. That’s what he told himself, she’s just resting, it’s been a long day, she’s fine, just tired.

Usually when you were sprawled out in his arms it was after another heated round of mind-numbing sex, naked and glistening with sweat. He thought of the way you looked then, skin glowing with pleasure, lips curled up in the most mesmerizing smile, eyelids fluttering closed as he trailed his long fingers over your chest. Rather than being covered in each other’s sweat, he found his hands stained with your vibrant-red blood and rather than trailing his fingertips across the curve of your breasts his left hand rested on the back of your head, hair sticking to itself from the mixture of sweat and blood.

It was a horror, the otherwise so lively and feisty woman appearing dead. The more he thought of it, the more he started shaking, panicking, checking for a heartbeat despite hearing your soft breaths. He couldn’t stand the idea of never getting to apologize to you, never having you curled up against his chest again, laughing about something stupid. The mere possibility of never seeing you at that desk again, stuffing your mouth with whatever the kitchen had to offer, completely dropping the “ladylike” act in front of your two partners, it tugged right at his heartstrings.

When Steve returned, putting some balled up spare clothes underneath you to keep them from cutting you up even more, Javier was dead silent and pale with terror. He gave his fellow agent a death glare when he gently shifted her body back to the floor, his arms tightening around you. “We need to get her vest off and check her chest”, Steve commanded, Javier finally loosening his grip, allowing you to lay on the makeshift “bed”.

“Ambulance?”, he breathed.

“Still on the way”, Steve huffed as he carefully undid the several buckles and straps on your vest.

As the two frantic men were bickering back and forth accusing the other one of not being careful enough or being a blatant idiot you slowly came to. A soft whine left your lips as you blinked a couple of times, the bright daylight inducing the absolute worst headache you ever felt. Soon the two of them were hovering over you, asking a myriad of questions while you were just trying to put two and two together. You couldn’t even bring yourself to move an inch, your entire body just aching and seemingly on fire. As you registered the severity of your fall, your breathing started to speed up, the two fussing men not helping you with your oncoming panic attack. Javier rested a bloodied hand on your cheek in an attempt to calm you down, he was whispering something to you, in Spanish, fingers stroking back and forth in a gentle motion. You tried to speak but found yourself unable to, a tear of frustration falling out of the corner of your eye.

“Cariño, quédate conmigo, por favor”, he muttered, “Está bien, la ambulancia llegará pronto.” (Stay with me, it’s okay, the ambulance will be here soon).

He hadn’t been this soft with you in weeks and the longer you stared up at him through your heavy eyes, the guiltier he felt about it. With every blink your eyes struggled more and more to open again, your body urging, begging you to just rest. You were defenceless against yourself, the sustained injuries asking just too much of you, and soon you were out again, breathing steadying once again. Javier bit his tongue trying to ground himself and keep calm as he heard the wailing sirens in the distance. Steve had been taken your vest of by now, lifting your shirt to reveal nasty bruises on your chest, the vest had saved your life. Javier said a prayer right there and then, thanking whatever entity up above responsible for saving you, for letting you stay with him.

When the paramedics took over and removed the two of them from the scene they were in a trance-like state. Steve had been through this before, back in the states he’d lost his partner, which had proven to him just how powerful drugs were. Death was just a part of the job, but losing a partner, that shit was personal.

How they managed to get to the hospital unscathed was beyond anyone’s understanding, but as Steve sat in the waiting room with sweet Connie holding his hand, Javier was angry. It should’ve been him, he had told you not to go, but you just wouldn’t fucking listen. They didn’t even catch the guy, which maybe wasn’t the worst outcome, seeing how Javier would have absolutely murdered him with his bare hands.

“Javier just sit down, this isn’t helping anyone”, Connie spoke up, clearly having had enough of the man’s continuous pacing. “Why don’t you get yourself a coffee or something, you could be here another couple hours.”

She did have a point, you’d been in surgery for little over an hour and with every passing minute his need to just run off was getting more and more prominent. But he knew that the doctor could walk through those doors any minute as well, so he wanted to stay put, for you.

Upon seeing his partner’s lack of movement, Steve stood up. “How about I go get us those coffees then”, he offered.

Being alone with just Connie, a close friend of yours, made him feel even more nervous. Luckily for him the doors swung open before any kind of conversation could be started. Revealing the doctor that had rushed you away earlier. Your two friends went to stand, politely nodding at the doctor.

“The patient is stable, she suffered a broken collarbone which we managed to fix into place during surgery. She also sustained a concussion and a laceration to the back of the head which has been closed up. And uh she has some contusions among minor cuts over the body, nothing to be too worried about.” Javier and Connie sighed in relief. “But I need to speak to Steve Murphy, he was listed as Miss y/l/n’s emergency contact.”

“That’s my husband, he’s gone to get some coffee, should be back any second”, Connie replied, fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. “Can we go see her?”

“The patient’s waking up just now, so she’ll be out of it for a little bit.” With that he led them to your room, carefully opening the dim room, quickly adding that it had to do with the smack to the head you’d suffered.

Javier and Connie sat on either side of the bed, the doctor quickly leaving the room almost bumping into Steve on the way out. When he introduced himself the doctor whisked him away, presumably to have that confidential chat.

A quiet sob drew Javier’s attention back to the scene in front of him, nothing that Connie had started to cry, carefully holding your hand in hers. “Careful with that, we still need that back at the office, evidence”, he joked, eliciting a sad smile from his friend.

“Just look at her Javi, she must’ve been so scared.”

He looked at the IV’s in your left hand and the several bandages covering your body. “She’ll be alright Con, I promise.”

Steve re-entered the room with heavy steps, head hanging low and he looked at his wife. “Connie, a word, out in the hall”, he sighed.

She quickly wiped at her eyes and left the room, following her husband outside. He was alone with you now and felt incredibly out of place. You were the one to make situations less awkward and insufferable, you were the one to lighten the mood with some stupid joke or story about something back in the States. You, you, you – anything and everything was you, it was like his fucking world revolved around it- her. The poor man wasn’t able to deal with the near loss of you and his feelings, so he did what seemed best to him, pressing a quick kiss to your head and booking it, leaving you alone.

The simple touch had its desired effect, eyes fluttering open just as he walked over the threshold of your room, disappearing into the Columbian night. As you blinked a couple of times, vision somewhat blurry, all you could feel was pain, intense pain from your shoulder. Just as you tried to sit up a bit more the Murphys walked in, Connie quickly rushing over to your side and forcing you to lay back.

“Hey, y/n, hey, you’re in the hospital”, she explained slowly, gesturing at the several wires and monitors.

“Ja-Javier?”, you croaked out, throat completely dry and scratchy.

Steve poured you a glass of water while speaking: “He must’ve left. Listen, I know you’re probably exhausted and all but we need to have a chat.”

Nothing could have prepared you for the absolute bomb Steve was about to drop on you, those three little words changed everything. You – are – pregnant. Normally people would be nothing short of euphoric hearing such a confession, but to you – a woman with no partner and a job in one of the most dangerous places to be – it was a death penalty.

You had stayed in the hospital five more days, fellow agents coming to pay their respects, but you were just in a state of utter shock and frankly denial. You had argued with doctors and nurses, demanding they’d take your blood again and do it right. But no matter how much you protested and wanted it to not be true, you were in fact pregnant.

Five whole days of friends and colleagues supporting and loving you, even a call from your fucking parents at some point, but no Javier. Connie and Steve hadn’t pried for information, prioritizing your recovery for now, but you knew fully well your old friend had his suspicions. They hadn’t told anyone else, and as of yet it was just you, them two and the medical staff that was aware, already way too many people for your liking.

On the fifth day nobody visited, as per your request, you’d be moving in with Connie and Steve for the next couple of weeks, your concussion-induced vertigo and left arm requiring almost constant assistance, or as you saw it: babysitting. So, you’d told everyone to fuck off until it was time to go to hopefully get some time to yourself, time that you could spend in your own head. As you sat up on the hospital bed, half dressed, incapable of putting a shirt over your head, you broke down. It wasn’t necessarily the shirt that made you this upset it was just everything; the accident, the fact that you were pregnant and most of all him. He hadn’t even made an effort to visit you, to check up on you.

Or so you thought. You see, while you were out in that bed, life at the office just continued where it left off, Peña and Murphy still sitting at their desks and going out in the field. Only now they only ever talked about three things; new leads, that new bar downtown and you. Well to be completely honest, Steve didn’t really ever mention you but Javi.. he couldn’t shut up about you, bugging his poor co-worker on the daily, trying to get at least some information out of him. Steve had gotten so fed up one late night that he’d tossed the case files at the other man’s head, telling him to go to that damned hospital instead. After that he stopped asking and was left to brood and mull in his bed, kitchen, shower, basically anytime he was alone. Surely you wouldn’t want him there, considering what terms you were on, but would it be so bad for him to just swing by, talk to you for half an hour or so, see how you were doing with his own eyes? He deemed it best to leave you alone and not give you more of a headache. But by Saturday afternoon, the day you were supposed to be emitted, he couldn’t help himself. He got in his car and just drove there, hastily parking his car as he ran up to your room, stopping at the door as he heard your muffled weeping.

The soft knock interrupted your heartfelt moment, you saw his reflection in the windows, unable to turn your head around. “Can I come in?”, he asked with a small voice.

“Y-yeah”, you answered, trying to cover yourself with your good arm.

He wordlessly walked over to you, quickly gathering the shirt from the floor and stepping closer. “Guide me.” Javier tenderly helped you into your shirt, following your every instruction and checking if he was doing okay every time you winced. When you were dressed he sat next to you on the bed, holding the hairbrush you’d handed him just seconds before. “I-I’ve never done someone else’s hair, are you sure you want to look even more of a mess?”, he joked.

You quietly chuckled, fidgeting with the hair tie in your hand. “Can’t get much worse anyways, just be careful with the ends.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence as he brushed through your untamed hair, profusely apologizing every time the brush would get tangled, making the both of you laugh a little. It was a small win, just a sweet and innocent moment with the most dangerous man around, at least to you. He struggled to comb it all back, clearly not used to performing even the easiest of hairstyles. Eventually your hair did end up in something akin to a ponytail, at least he tried. After he zipped up your bag for you and checked the room for anything left behind you tried to slip on your shoes, a pair of tennis shoes to be exact, ones you frequented due to the nature of your job. Chasing narco-men wasn’t exactly ideal when wearing heels, so yes, you lived in flats. He soon got on his knees in front of you, helping you in your shoes and tying the laces for you, not able to watch you struggle any longer. The two of you didn’t talk other than the occasional “does this hurt” and “what now”. He offered to drive you home, but you explained Steve would be picking you up in a bit, informing him that you’d be staying over at their place, but a floor away from his own door.

“I should probably go then – unless you need anything else”, he said, hands in his pockets.

You went to stand, losing your balance a bit and steadying yourself by holding on to the frame of your bed. “Actually, if you don’t mind, can you help me to the entrance, I’d rather wait there.”

With his arm wrapped around your waist, by means of support, totally nothing else, he helped you get downstairs, to the entrance. He’d insisted you stayed inside, telling you about the dangers of being alone. You’d rolled your eyes, reminding him you had worked here just as long as he had, making him jut his hip. It’s then that Steve pulled up out front, quickly walking over to the two of you.

“What the hell is he doing here?”, Steve asked you, eyeing his partner up and down.

“He was just visiting and now he is leaving, see you Monday, Murphy”, Javier scoffed as he patter the man on the back, walking off without another word.

As Murphy helped you in his car he quirked an eyebrow at your messy hair; “Peña do that to you?” You nodded. “What’s that all about?”

“Survivor’s guilt”, you chuckled.

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dreamingofmilk · 4 years ago

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Sugar Babe Chapter 4

We’re back y’all!

Masterlist:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Texts

Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Texts

Word Count: 3,018

Synopsis: Things are spicing up with our favorite duo

Warnings: slight smut

Luxury.

Never before have you been introduced to such nice things. Even when you travelled with Erik before for smaller trips, the hotels were nice but they weren’t this nice. Hell most of the time you had to get in a smelly ass taxi to get to the hotel.

But not here, here the two of you were picked up in the nicest car you’ve seen on the road and taken to the nicest hotel you’ve seen in your life. You felt like Queen Latifah in The Last Holiday, and you had to try your hardest not to gawk at the beautiful ceilings. You clenched your jaw to keep from gasping at the stunning interior decor that the hotel had.

The wife of Erik Stevens could not gawk at some really nice ceramic tiles. She had to act like she’d seen it ten times before!

However the wife of Erik Stevens did drop her jaw when she saw the very polite hotel concierge guy hand her fake husband two room keys for one room. A room that you really hoped had two beds in it. Though the smirk on Erik’s face told you otherwise.

“What the fuck Erik?” You mumbled as soon as you stepped on the private elevator for the top floors. Erik smiled and crowded you into a corner of the elevator.

“What?” He says innocently as he gently wraps a piece of your curly hair around his thick index finger.

“I know I booked us two rooms.” You stare accusingly up into his eyes. He smiles wickedly at you and bends down to press a kiss to the back of your ear before speaking.

“We have a job to do here. If they saw that my wife took a separate room, especially a lower grade room than I, they might think there’s trouble in paradise and we can’t have that can we?” You rolled your eyes at how right he was. You hated when Erik was right about things you had already decided on. It proved to you that maybe he didn’t need you and you hated that idea.

You let out a loud moan completely by surprise when Erik bit down on the soft skin underneath your ear.

“I asked you a question. Y/N.” He sucked on the skin underneath your ear, hard. You tried to keep your panting down to a minimum but it was hard, especially when he gripped your hips to pull them closer to him.

You sighed in relief when the elevator finally dinged on the appropriate floor. You gently pushed him out of the way and reached into his front suit pants pocket to pull out one of the room keys. You walked calmly down the hallway to check the room numbers until you found the room. Quickly you put the key in before Erik could stand behind you. Your luggage was already stacked neatly to the side. As you walked into the large main area you quickly realized the hotel suite looked just as amazing as the lobby did. You quickly dropped your purse on the sleek black modern couch and made a beeline for the bedroom. Your fingers crossed that two beds would be waiting for you to claim one.

Your heart sank to your stomach, when you saw only one bed, to their credit, it was massive, but definitely not the two beds that you wanted. There was no way you’d be able to handle sleeping in the same bed with that man, hell you two could barely stay in the same room without him finding a reason to touch you.

“You did this on purpose.” You turn around to glare at him. Erik walked into the room and nodded in approval with a smirk forming on his face.

“Nah. Definitely asked for two beds because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Erik sat in the lavish chair next to the window. His legs spread wide, his stance inviting.

“Yeah right.” You scoff and glance around the immaculate bathroom.

“I did. I told them we needed an extra bed in case we break the first one.”

You cut your eyes towards him, disbelief taking over your features as Erik’s laugh boomed through the entire space. Erik swung his legs back and forth as he chuckled under his breath. He leaned over and picked up the local guide.

“Chill. It’ll be fine. I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s big enough.” Erik smiled and flipped through the guide.

“You can’t sleep on the couch Erik you paid for the room.” You sat down quietly across from him.

“Correction the company paid for the room, so WE worked for this room. I paid for the clothes I bought you. So when they get ripped off you won’t complain.” You gawked at him in response. The man had absolutely no chill! Erik smirked at your reaction. “Baby girl you’re going to quit making them damn faces or I’ll give you a better reason to make them.”

You glared at him, “Erik stop! You play too much!”

He shook his head, a bit of fire in his eyes, “And that’s what you don’t seem to understand Y/N. I’m not playing with you. Not a damn bit. But you are definitely playing with me and I’ll be damned if I keep allowing it. Since you want to keep acting scared things are going to change around here.”

You shook your head, “What the hell are you-”

He clenched his jaw, his frustration clear. “Interrupt me again. See what happens.” He waited a moment to see if you would, and honestly part of you wanted to just to see what he would do about it. But you knew that it would just end with both of you on the bed and you weren’t ready for that, so you backed down. You knew better than to egg this man on. Once he realized that you weren't going to challenge him he smirked. “Hmm, obedient, I can do some things with that.”

You couldn’t fight the heat that rushed to your cheeks. He was nasty! You huffed and stepped away from him.

“I’m gonna unpack and check out the pool.” You turned away from him, reaching up to untie your hair from the long trip. You pulled one of your suitcases into the closet and started unpacking your clothes. Erik walked in and started to unpack his clothes as well.

“I didn’t pack you any swimsuits though. Didn’t take you for a lounge by the pool sort of girl.” Erik shrugged as he hung up his blue dress shirt. “We can go buy you some more. I’d love to see you try them on.” He winked at you and smiled.

“Why are you like this?” You huffed and grabbed your swimsuit from the bag. “I packed my own. I have some money you know. There’s a thing called stashed cash that credit stealers can’t get to.”

Erik clenched his jaw.

“Why would you spend the cash that you have? What if you need it for emergencies? What about the card I gave you?” He approached you menacingly, his height towering over you.

“I used it for my rent like you said to. Why would I use it for anything else?” You responded calmly. Seeing Erik like this over money was normal for you. But what you didn’t realize was the difference this time had, was you.

“Use it for everything. I’m not arguing with you. Save your cash for something important.”

You struggled not to roll your eyes. Erik always got his way, and you weren’t going to be the one to stop him this time.

“Okay DAD. Jeez. I’m gonna go to the pool and use it to buy myself some drinks. You know relax a little before I really have to commit to being married to your demanding ass.”

And of course Erik being Erik, he had to get the last word in. “Yeah, I’m daddy alright. You're gonna find out real soon, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes as you walked into the bathroom and changed into your bikini and cover up. Though you usually didn’t wear one, you’d rather avoid Erik’s perverted gaze.

“Okay I’ll be back.” You grab your towel, make sure your engagement rings are on, and new designer flip flops and bounce out of the room, excited to explore the hotel.

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After floating around in the hotel's second rooftop pool, you decide to head to the bar to get the cold alcoholic drink you’d been dying for in this heat. You ask the bartender for the drink that you want, then reach into your pool bag to pull out the card Erik gave you. You stop short when you see cash slid across the table in front of you.

You turn to the guy next to you to thank him, to assure him that you can pay for yourself. You stop yourself in your tracks making eye contact with a very handsome man. A bashful smile comes over your face.

“Thank you. But I can pay for myself.”

“You shouldn’t have to though. A beautiful girl like yourself, shouldn’t even be alone.”

“Awe you’re sweet but I’m not alone.” You flashed your ring and smiled proudly.

“Damn that’s too bad. All the cute ones are always taken.” The man sticks out his hand. “I’m Jordan by the way. I own quite a bit of real estate out here. I’m in accounting too. Call me if you’re ever looking to get something out here. I’ll hook you up.”

A polite smile crosses your face as you take his card. A frown quickly replaces it as another hand snatches the card before it’s completely in your hand.

“Babygirl, did you get your drink?” You look up to see the wickedest smile on Erik’s face, his eyes bright with anger. His almost naked chest covered with nothing more than a muscle tee. You look down to see him in swim trunks, a smile crossing your face at the thought of him playing around in the pool with you.

“Almost babe. They are making it now.” You nodded to the bartender who was putting the finishing touches on your drink. Your mouth watered at the thought of it. You were so focused on the drink you didn’t even notice the hard stare Erik was giving Jordan until he cleared his throat.

“Sorry baby, this is Jordan, a real estate agent. Jordan, this is my bos-“ you felt Erik pinch your thigh, hard. You felt your cheeks heat up as you realized your mistake. “I’m sorry my husband. He can be a bit bossy.” You tried to save it but the curious look on Jordan’s face told you otherwise.

“Nice to meet you. She’s loyal, wouldn’t even let me buy her a drink.” Jordan smirked as he shook Erik’s hand. Erik wrapped his arm around you tightly, his hand resting gently under your breast.

“Yeah well she has the card I just gave her so there’s no reason for that.” Erik pressed a kiss to your neck as you sipped on the delicious drink placed in front of you. You squealed in response to his touch almost dropping your drink. You turn to Erik to scold him when you see his stare is still on Jordan. Quickly you realize you need to diffuse the situation.

“Babe you have to try this. It tastes so good.” You thrust the straw of the drink towards his lips demanding he take a sip. He sips the drink and smiles at you.

“Of course you’d get the fruitiest drink there is.” You smile cheekily at Erik and relish in the tight hold he has you in. Then glance back up at Jordan.

“Erik, Jordan said he sells real estate, maybe he could find you another place if everything goes right?” You glance back at Jordan who watches the two of you with a smile on his face.

“Sure. I have his card.” Erik waves down the waiter to close out your tab.

“Let’s go back to the room. I have another drink I wanna taste. It was nice meeting you Jamie.” You snorted at how petty he was acting.

“Jordan, baby, his name is Jordan.” Erik shrugged “That’s what I said.” Once you realized what all he said earlier you balked at his words, staring up at him wide eyed. You watch Jordan frown slightly and move away with his drink. Then you pout, wrapping your lips around your drink again.

“I wanna swim some more. And you're dressed for it come in the water with me.” You pout more and lightly grip the collar of his shirt.

“Y/N that was too close! We are fucking lucky that man was way too into you to notice that you weren’t that into me. I mean boss really?” You sigh and put your head down embarrassed. You know you fucked up and at this rate you might ruin the whole deal for the company and that thought was too much for you to bear.

“I know Erik I’m sorry. I’ll get better I promise.” You grip his shirt tighter. “Please don’t be upset with me. Let me practice right now.” You turn to wrap your arms around his neck and press a few kisses to his scruff. Your legs spread to accommodate him standing between them.

“I can do it. I won’t let you down. I won’t let the company down.” You pull his head down to level with yours before you press a passionate kiss into his lips. Getting lost in the feel of his skin against yours. Your tongue danced along the bottom of his full lip. You let out a soft moan when his hands enter the equation again. The man was freaking gifted.

A child screaming broke the spell between the two of you and you pulled away, embarrassed to be making out in public like a couple of teenagers.

Erik smirked, “Keep kissing me like that and I’ll do whatever you want.” He grabbed your hand and led you both toward the pool. He quickly jumped in with no fear of the cold water. You were much more cautious and dipped your toes in to get a feel for the water. Even though you’d just been in there the cold shock was intense. You’d definitely have to ease your way in.

“Baby!” Erik called to you. “What are you doing? Hop in!” You looked up at him and it felt like your heart skipped a beat. Erik had taken off his shirt and his skin glistened in the water. There’s no way his body could be real. You honestly couldn’t look away if you wanted to.

Erik swam to the edge of the pool, right in front of you and lightly grabbed your ankle. “C’mon.”

You shook your head, half of your brain committing the look on Erik’s face to memory. “It’s too cold. I need to slowly work my way in.” Erik ran his hands further up your leg, to the backs of your knees. He looked up into your eyes with a soft smile on his face. “You’re always so cautious, Y/N. Just jump in, just this once. I’ll catch you and ease you in the water.”

You scoffed, “There’s no way. I am not some small little thing Erik. You’re going to drop me.” Erik rolled his eyes. “Last I checked I’ve picked you up a few times and have I ever struggled to do it?” Bastard had a point. He’s never even shown any strain.

You sighed, there was really no way out of this. “Ok fine, but if you drop me…” Erik’s smile was so bright that you felt a rush of heat to your cheeks. What was this man doing to you? You took a few steps back then after a few deep breaths and Erik's quiet encouragement you jumped in. As promised he caught you before the water passed your hips. You shivered slightly as he held you above him, his laugh ringing through your ears.

"See baby? Things are a lot more fun when you aren't so cautious." He slowly lowered you in the water, watching your face and slowing down when you reacted to the cold water. Once you were at eye level you felt the energy shift around you. Erik had a strange look on his face, one you'd never seen before. He stared directly at you, his eyes bouncing between your eyes and your lips. He pulled you in closer to him and you closed your eyes anticipating the kiss.

When your lips finally met it felt a bit different, like a warm bath or a home cooked meal. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he deepened the kiss. You fought back a moan when he started nibbling at your bottom lip. You could feel yourself getting drunk off the feeling of it, completely unaware of your surroundings. Just as you were about to wrap your legs around him he pulled away and lowered you the rest of the way into the water. You looked up into his eyes, trying to figure out what to say that would break the tension in the air, but you were at a loss.

Erik smiled softly and brushed a piece of hair out of your face. “I did say things were going to change around here princess. I’m not playing games anymore.” Erik slightly splashed you and swam away quickly, you started off quickly hot on his trail. But your mind wandered back to what he just said. What the hell did that mean?

Nearby, Jordan smirked as he exited the pool deck. Who would have thought the great Erik Stevens would have to fake a marriage, and with one of his employees at that? This would definitely be useful information later on. Plus the girl on his arm was so damn tempting, he would be seeing a lot more of the both of them, that’s for sure.

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darkh0wl · 4 years ago

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Where is your body? || Kyle, Mina, Morgan, and Nell (ft. Bex)

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @drowningisinevitable, @mor-beck-more-problems, @nelllraiser, @darkh0wl, @inbextween SUMMARY: They say waking up is the hardest part. Kyle faces the consequences of his actions. Bex faces the reality that is the supernatural world. CONTENT: PTSD mentions, sibling death mention, parental death mention

Instead of staying around to fret over Bex while Nell Vural did… whatever it was that Nell Vural did (because apparently she could heal people from debilitating injuries), Mina opted to wait in the basement with Morgan and Kyle the werewolf who seemed to enjoy maiming young girls in back alleys. She didn’t find him all that impressive, personally, nothing like the three-legged wolf, nothing like the creatures that she’d watched her dad face down. He’d faded back to nothing more than a boy, an injured boy, a boy that Mina could put a knife or a crossbow bolt through his throat and let bleed out on the basement floor. She sat cross-legged near him, a silver knife resting in her lap, and she tried not to shrink against Morgan’s judgement. “It’s just in case he decides to wolf out again,” she muttered. She wasn’t actually going to stab him. Probably. She kept looking to the stairs, to the knife, to the wolf, to Morgan, to the stairs. “Do you think-- I mean, Nell would tell us if-- He didn’t-- She’s okay, right? Right?” Because Mina was a little worried. She was worried that she hadn’t stitched Bex up right, and she was worried that they hadn’t arrived in time, and she was worried that there would be nothing Nell could do. She was worried. She was so worried.

“He’s not going to wolf out again,” Morgan said, taking a sip of four-shot espresso to tame the urge to roll her eyes at the girl. “He can barely do anything. And if he did, what’s he gonna do, bite me back to life?” She rotated on her toes and started pacing again. She’d spent a few hours in bed with Deirdre, but with Bex and Nell down the hall and Mina and Kyle below, she couldn’t keep still no matter what she tried. So, basement pacing it was. “Nell would tell us. If she thought she wasn’t up to it, she’d say, and we’d be dragging some other spellcaster over here to help. Bex is like family to her. And nothing matters more to Nell Vural than her family.” Another gulp of espresso. The more she took into her mouth, the longer she held it burning on her tongue, the more she got to taste. Morgan swallowed. “So until we hear otherwise, Bex is fine and is going to make a full recovery. She might be walking around the house by later tonight. And Teen Wolf over there isn’t a threat until we get a good reason out of him. Bex wants him to have a chance, so he gets one. And if it turns out he’s done something incredibly stupid…” She would what, exactly? Morgan slowed her pace until she stopped near the far wall and pressed her back against it. “We’ll find some wolves to turn him over to. Or a bus to throw him on.”

“They’re still dangerous even when injured,” Mina said, but her heart wasn’t particularly in it. She’d had time to kill the wolf if she’d really put her mind to it. She’d been too busy pacing and watching and not sleeping, and she almost asked Morgan if she could have some of her coffee, but that wouldn’t do anything more than make her even more jittery, so she just stayed seated, fingers drumming against her knees. “Right, okay, right.” And of course Nell Vural was a spellcaster. Mina was always so surprised when she was proven wrong, even though it kept happening. In her defense, though, Nell sounded like a hunter. At least, more than most people that Mina talked to. She didn’t expect spellcasters to go out and hunt down bounties. She narrowed her eyes. “Saying that he’s not a threat is both reckless and untrue, Morgan. Even if she’s fine, he still hurt her, and she almost--” Mina wrung her hands. “I don’t understand. He almost killed her.” Mina looked over to the sleeping wolf, just an unintimidating creature. “What would a bunch of other werewolves do? Slap him on the back? Tell him congratulations?” That wasn’t fair. She knew that wasn’t fair. There were good werewolves. That boy in the mushroom ring had just been a little naive, and Ari was good. Mina didn’t understand why she was so upset about this. It was irrational.

Nell remembered teaching Bex how to harness the emotions that threatened to overtake her as she worked on the younger witch, trying to remind herself how important it was to make sure she heeded her own words at a time like this as she closed Bex’s wounds. But the emotions were like a restless sea inside her gut, anger mixed with a sickening worry that reminded her far too much of another time she’d desperately tried to heal a part of her family, her hands and powers useless when there hadn’t even been a head to be spoken for back then. She hadn’t wanted this for Bex. White Crest had a nasty way of sinking its claws into anything bright, anything good that dared to peek its head above the ground. The sleeping coma had been bad enough, sending Bex into a spiral or worry and fear. But this was different, this was something that could be touched, and touch Bex in return. That much was obvious by the now scabbed over claw marks running down Bex’s body. Nearly a year from Bea’s death, and Nell still couldn’t preemptively protect those she cared most for. “I’m sorry,” she managed to breathe between gritted teeth, trying not to lose herself in the images of the decapitated sister parading itself through her mind’s eye, sometimes taking it upon itself to replace the body with Bex’s frame. Forcing herself to stand, she took a moment to stretch out her legs, stiff from disuse after kneeling next to Bex for the long healing session. She hadn’t been able to protect Bex from her attacker before, but she could certainly make the effort to do it now.

The walk to where Kyle was being kept wasn’t lengthy, and along it she let the sorrow of her student’s injuries shift into anger, almost bleeding seamlessly into one another as she drew one of the silver knives she’d brought along. Her gaze was hard once more as she entered the room with Morgan and Mina, and the still unconscious wolf. “He’s not awake, yet?” she confirmed, taking a few steps towards the slumbering young man.

Gently twitching in his sleep, not unlike a sleeping dog, Kyle lay on the floor of the basement and dreamed. It was a bad dream that he couldn’t seem to wake up from. He watched in third person as he attacked Bex. He watched himself kill her right there beside the bar. He watched her die in Morgan’s arms. It wasn’t unlike dreams he used to have after his first shift. No, not dreams. Nightmares. In his nightmare, Kyle could hear voices off in the distance talking about how dangerous he was. He could hear them discussing if Bex was okay or not. He roused slightly, realizing that he’d heard those voices before; Morgan and Mina. But if they were talking, where was… Bex.

Almost immediately following Nell’s question, Kyle started trying to sit up. He was only half awake as he struggled to push himself into an upright position. He patted the ground, searching, and mumbled to himself, “Gotta— Bex, is she— is she—,” before he sank back down fully, panting. All that movement hadn’t been a wise move, because now his body felt awful. He groaned and curled in on himself, hugging his side.

“Gotta find— I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean—.” That wasn’t true, though, was it? At one point, Kyle had every intention of killing Bex. He would never lay a hand on her, or any one else, while human. But that didn’t matter, because he wasn’t human and he had. As he saw it, Bex was dead. The last thing he could remember was seeing Bex limp in Morgan’s arms, and the scent of her blood filling the car. Kyle had killed someone, and whatever happened to him now was well deserved. He closed his eyes again, breathing growing shaky. He wasn’t a wolf, he was a monster.

Morgan eyed Nell when she came in, trying to divine Bex’s condition from her face alone. But the girl just looked tired and shaken. “Is Bex…?” She asked quietly. She was breathing, she reminded herself. The last time she’d seen her, she was breathing, and she was fine, and this wasn’t like anything either of them had suffered. It wasn’t. It wasn’t.

Before Nell could answer, Kyle stirred and knocked himself around the floor. Heaving a deep breath, Morgan took the medkit out from the corner and the water bottle that was supposed to have been for Mina and knelt in front of him. “Slow down,” she said. “The only thing you have to do right now is sit up and sit still. All your dressings are coming undone now that you’re not a wild fucking animal.” That came out harsher than she’d thought it would. Morgan winced and tried to check her temper so she could at least try to give him the kind of care she’d want someone to give to Ari if something had gone this wrong for her. At least he looked guilty enough to know how reckless he’d been. She passed him the water bottle. “Drink this.” Then, as she started peeling away the loose bandages, she said, “It’s Kyle, right? You wouldn’t happen to remember what you and Bex were doing out at night on Amity Row, would you, Kyle? She almost bled out to death in that alley. It would really help if we knew what happened.”

Seeing Nell walk in forced Mina to her feet, the knife still on the floor beside her. It was fine, she figured. Truthfully, she wouldn’t need it to put her claws in Kyle’s throat and drag him out to the pool if she needed to do something, just hold him under and watch him struggle like the other wolf had, except she wouldn’t let this one go. She didn’t think she’d let this one go. Mina looked between Morgan and Nell, wondering if she even needed to say anything or if she should just wait. The look on Nell’s face didn’t scream that something was horribly, horribly wrong, so that had to count for something, right? That had to count for something, and that something had to mean that Bex was fine, and she was going to live, and this was going to be okay, and she didn’t need to worry about it, but she was probably going to keep worrying about it anyway, just for posterity’s sake, just in case.

And then Kyle was waking up, and then Morgan was talking to him in her soothing Morgan way, and then Mina was rolling her eyes because of course. Of course Morgan was going to… Morgan the situation. Mina looked at the boy with cold eyes, even if she felt something akin to sympathy for him. He genuinely seemed sorry. Sorry just wasn’t good enough, though. Not for this. “What she’s asking is if you remember why the hell you were in a back alley and somehow ended up carving into a human girl like she was a bloody piece of meat. Because that’s pretty important.”

“She’s alright,” Nell breathed in a way that spoke both of the relief she felt, and the weight she was simultaneously lifting from the shoulders of Morgan and Mina. The witch was nothing even remotely close to a healer apart from her ability to scab over injuries and stop blood loss, but she’s seen enough fatal wounds to be able to tell that Bex would make it. “Or as alright as she can be.” The witch’s jaw tightened to match her eyes as Morgan took a tone that was much gentler than Nell would have thought possible in a time such as this, and her anger simmered healthily below the tautness of her skin, her hand tightening around the knife in her hand as she spun it once. The light caught the blade in a flash as she stepped closer to Kyle, finding herself more in agreement with Mina’s words over Morgan’s. “It’s Kyle,” she confirmed for the older woman, knowing his face well from seeing it amongst the halls of her highschool. Kyle the kid who had spent far too much of his time flipping Yu-Gi-Oh cards in those very same halls, and Kyle the wolf who had seen fit to rip the witch’s student and friend to ribbons. “But yeah I’m pretty fucking curious about why you decided to nearly murder Bex.” Another step closer and Nell was taking a second knife from a hiding place somewhere within the folds of her shirt, letting it playfully join the other as she twirled them between her fingers. “So do you usually try and kill people in alleyways? You’re lucky you didn’t bite her.” Nell couldn’t remember how many times she’d carefully looked over Bex, combing for a bite that wasn’t there. “Otherwise you’d probably already be dead.”

Kyle gratefully accepted the water from Morgan, taking big gulps that left him coughing. Once he regained himself, he closed his eyes and breathed for a moment. Bex was alive. She was going to live. The weight that that announcement had taken off his shoulders was unbelievable. And yet, it removed absolutely none of the guilt that coiled in Kyle’s chest and settled deep in the pit of his stomach. Maybe he hadn’t killed Bex this time. But he had come damn close to it.

Now he was being questioned from three sides. What had they been doing? Kyle had been at work and then… “I work at the Bloody Stake,” he said. His voice was smaller than he anticipated. “I was at work. I— we— Bex and I have been in each other’s heads? I don’t know, I guess Bex is like— like a witch? Or something? You probably knew that already.” He looked to Nell for confirmation. He hadn’t completely known Nell was a spellcaster either. He figured if she had healed Bex, Nell was probably in on Bex’s abilities, then. He tried not to look at the knives she was holding. If Nell decided to do something with the knives, he wouldn’t even blame her, but the thought of what it would feel like being stabbed made his head spin.

“I didn’t. We— it’s been hard. It’s not easy when your head is always...full.” Kyle turned his gaze directly to Mina, locking eyes with her. “Bex is always thinking.” He grimaced as he pushed himself up into a seated position and pulled the blanket around himself tighter. Fuck, he was naked in a stranger’s basement, being interrogated for a probable attempted murder. Cool.

“She was panicking over something. A school assignment I think? I— it was a lot. I’m not usually, uh, out of control? It— I didn’t mean to— I— we were both panicking and I-I just needed to get out of the bar and I didn’t expect Bex to show up. That was so stupid, but I don’t even think she knew, you know? I don’t think she thought I was serious.” Kyle shook his head, losing his words for a moment. He couldn’t have told Bex he was a werewolf. But what if he had? Would she have still come for him? Would he be waking up in the forest somewhere? Or would he have simply killed someone else? He shook his head again, brows pulling together. He had to get that thought out of his head. Now wasn’t the time.

“I thought I had more control than that. It’s never happened— not like this.” He paused briefly to take a deep breath. It had happened before, but never because of a goddamn shared mind link. If they hadn’t been in each other’s heads, if they hadn’t been panicking, maybe it would’ve been different! His jaw clenched and Kyle closed his eyes. “I’ve been a wolf for five years and I’ve been learning it all on my own. I thought I was doing okay. I didn’t want this to happen.”

Morgan gave out a long sigh and sat back on her knees. Now not only could she not blame Kyle for everything, but she was mad at both of them. The antibiotic cream was still in her hand. She should get on that, and get some ice for all those bruises, but she couldn’t quite bring herself to lift her arms and keep helping, keep working like everything was fine in the wake of this supid, ridiculous, fucking mess. When she spoke again, her voice was low and sharp “You’re telling me--that you and Bex accidentally’d your way into a mental connection, and you knew she had spellcasting magic, and you didn’t think it was relevant to tell her you’re a werewolf? A lone, unguided, and unsupported werewolf!” Kyle needed more medical attention. From the looks of his bruising, he wasn’t going to be able to do much on his own. She unclenched her fists and let everything fall, flexed her fingers, and tried to find the willpower to pick them up again. “You didn’t think that might be useful in making informed decisions, like running after your ass into Amity Row? You didn’t think knowing something as vulnerable as her power might entitle her to knowing you sometimes turn into an animal with lethal capacities? Who could cut her off from her power forever and give her a whole new set of problems she didn’t ask for with one bite! Not once during however long this mind meld bullshit has been going on?” Her voice rose steadily with each question until she was yelling loud enough to hear herself bouncing off the walls.

Morgan grimaced and covered her mouth. She couldn’t be this kind of person. Not right now. Not ever. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying her hardest to strangle her anger into submission. “I’m sorry,” she said thickly. “I appreciate your situation. But I need you to realize just how many levels of reckless the two of you were being. You, especially. You’re lucky you’re not both dead.” She didn’t yell, but her last words still carried a bite. At least she could move her hands calmly again and slap the rest of the antibiotic stuff on his injuries.

There wasn’t really enough time for Mina to be grateful to Nell before she was listening to Kyle explain the situation. Which… was more perplexing than it was anything else. What did he mean that they’d been in each other’s heads? How did that happen? When did that happen? What did that mean? Why was he looking at her like that? She narrowed her eyes and looked away. “No, you’re right,” she told Morgan. “Five years? How the hell have you-- How did you find out about her spellcasting if she didn’t find out about your lycanthropy? Wouldn’t you think that would be a fair exchange of information?” Though, really, could Mina judge him for not giving up all his secrets? It’s not like she’d given up hers. She was getting a headache. She crossed her arms, almost wishing she’d picked up her knife but also glad she’d refrained. This boy was a child, even if he claimed to have five years of experience. He was scared and a child. “Clearly, you thought wrong.”

Nell didn’t bother granting Kyle the confirmation he sought from her, jaw hardened into a tight not as she stubbornly refused to give him anything so soon after the violence he’s caused. “You should have told us,” the witch hissed harshly, still having little empathy for the werewolf in front of her while Bex was in pieces. “You thought you had more control than that?” Again her knives spun dangerously in a movement not unlike an angry cat flicking its tail too and fro, ready to pounce. “And why should I believe you when you say it hasn’t happened before? We’re not stupid. We know what it's like for young wolves who were bitten and not born.” To think that Kyle hadn’t made any similar mistakes, especially with a lack of any sort of contact or instruction by other werewolves was...highly unusual for a species as volatile for a wolf. “I want you to tell me the truth,” she began, moving closer to Kyle to crouch beside him, and holding one of her silver blades close enough to the skin of his neck that it became uncomfortably toasty. “Is this a problem or not?” If it was...she knew what the correct course to take was with wolves that caused more harm than good.

“I didn’t know!” Kyle yelled, louder than he had expected. He couldn’t stop clenching and unclenching his jaw and swallowing thickly. He was willing himself not to cry right now. He wasn’t the center of attention--not really. This was about Bex and what he had done to her. He didn’t want, or need their sympathy. “I didn’t know,” he repeated, softer this time. “We were mind melding, or whatever, and--and Bex said she was going to ask Nell to help. I didn’t actually know Bex was a spellcaster. Bex told me magic isn’t real. I--I didn’t know what to believe. Am I going crazy?” Breathe, Kyle. He took a deep shaky breath, steadying himself.

“I should’ve told her outright. I thought--Well, she was in my head and I didn’t exactly hide it. I’m not ashamed of being a wolf. I’m--it means a lot to me. I thought she would just figure it out, but she didn’t believe me. She didn’t really think I was serious, I guess, until--until--” Kyle closed his eyes when he could feel them welling with tears. It was a losing battle, but he just couldn’t cry in front of these women. They had every right to want to kill him, but recognizing that as fact did nothing to quell the desperate urge to shift again. His body didn’t have the strength or the energy to do so, but the anxiety Kyle felt wouldn’t take the option off the table.

When he opened his eyes again, it was because he could feel something hot against his neck. He didn’t have to look to know it was one of the knives Nell had been twirling. He tensed and tried not to move an inch, lest the blade touch his skin. It was silver. He didn’t have to ask. He knew Nell would’ve come prepared. “I--I’ve been doing my best. I’ve been--been trying to stay safe. I’ve only ever hurt two people, Bex included. The other time, it was--it was--” Kyle’s chest heaved with a silent sob he couldn’t contain, and a tear finally spilled over his cheek.

“My first full moon. I didn’t even know I was a wolf. My parents, they’re human. They didn’t know. How would they? They were going through a divorce and--and I didn’t know what was happening until it was happening.” He closed his eyes again and sniffled. He could almost laugh. Who would’ve thought that he was going to end up spilling out his traumas at knifepoint? He didn’t laugh. His voice came quieter, shakier, when he spoke again. “My mom got hurt. I didn’t kill her. But she got hurt. And I’ve been focusing...so. hard. on not doing that again. I don’t--the stress, and the--the noise, and the not sleeping. My--my grip slipped. Or maybe it wasn’t there to begin with. Maybe I’m just stupid and--and--and lucky.” Kyle stared at a point on the wall, not meeting any of their eyes. The tears fell freely, dripping off his jaw onto the blade.

“If that’s what you needed from me to justify it, go ahead and--”

There was a weight on Bex’s chest. She saw teeth, claws. Anger. Panic. It swelled in her head. Was it her? Was it his? Did they share it? The wolf lunged. Bex screamed. Her back hit the ground--

Bex sat upright in bed so fast her vision blotted. It was only a few seconds until she felt the burning in her chest and she cried out, looking down. Bandages had been placed on her chest, a lot of them. She put her head in her hands. She couldn’t remember everything that had happened. Her head felt so empty. Empty. Kyle! Eyes shot open and she swiveled her head to look around. Bedroom. Her bedroom, she was in her bedroom at Morgan’s. At the end of her bed was a large black cat with flaming eyes. Taki. Why was Taki here? Was Nell here? Why was Nell here? The pain in her chest made her sputter again and she pressed her hands against it, as if begging the pain to go away.

She remembered running. Kyle was panicking. Something about a change. A wolf. A werewolf. The memories flooded back into her head and she leapt up from the bed, clawing around for a shirt. Kyle. She had to find Kyle. What happened to him? Was he okay? Was he still a wolf? Had he hurt someone? Had he killed someone? Her legs gave out underneath her. Her back hurt, her head hurt. Taki made a disgruntled noise and came over to her. “Where…” she croaked, but it wasn’t like he could answer. So she stopped. She remembered something else.

Morgan, in her living room. Mina, coming down the stairs. The alleyway. It was so dark, she felt so cold. Bex shivered. She had begged them to help him. They had to have helped him. She pushed herself back up to her feet, shaking as she pulled on a shirt. Wincing with each small movement that tugged on the scabbed over cuts on her chest. How had they scabbed so fast? She reached back around her head to feel the throbbing. Stitches. It must’ve been bad. They were going to be so angry. What if they hurt Kyle? What if he hadn’t made it out alive?

Bex stumbled to the stairs and wrapped her arms around the railing as she lowered herself down each step painstakingly. Taki was behind her making angry, shrill meows, as if to tell her no. But she had to know, she had to see. She had to tell them it wasn’t Kyle’s fault.

She made it to the first floor and sank to her knees. Where were they? Voices. Down the hall. The basement. Bex took a moment to catch her breath before she pulled herself up once more and made her way to the basement stairs. The voices were getting clearer now, but her ears were rushing with blood. She couldn’t tell any of them apart. Taki ran down first and snuck into the room, meowing loudly. Finally, Bex made it there, and she stumbled into the doorway. Her eyes narrowed in on the figure on the floor, slumped, crying, covered in a blanket. “Kyle!” she exclaimed, voice raw, and took off for the boy. Overjoyed he was alive. He was alive. He was alive.

Something stopped her before she even got three steps into the room. Someone. Bex squinted through her blurry vision. Brunette hair, soft eyes. Except...they looked sharp. Worried. Angry. Bex drew her face in confusion, sinking to the floor with Mina. “Why are-- what’s going on?”

“I appreciate the rationale, Kyle, but your passive ‘oh well I didn’t not tell her, I just didn’t actually tell her’ bullshit still got Bex under your claws,” Morgan said, holding her voice steady through clenched teeth. “And yes, she was absurdly stupid to not to explain her baby magic did this, but that doesn’t absolve you of your choices and what they did to someone who is supposed to be your friend.” Nell and Mina also had plenty to say, and she was able to crack an ice pack to some of Kyle’s bruises with the rest of her held in tension. She did not want this anger, did not want to be the person it made her into. She prayed for the earth to take it from her as she finished up with the salve and the bandaids on the smaller scrapes. By the time she had unfurled new bandages, she had enough wherewithal to cover Nell’s blade with her fist.

“That is not the solution,” she said carefully. “Not today.”

Another breath. With everything she could, she tried to surrender her rage through her grip and down to the ground. Her voice was softer, but still tense when she spoke again. “I’m sorry about your mother, Kyle. And you’re not stupid, you’re just making reckless, selfish, short-sighted choices and---”

A wave of very angry Taki wails cut her off. Morgan let go and turned, Nell put away her knife, and the door opened, showing Bex, bruised and drained and just barely, amazingly alive. “Bex, what are you doing here? You shouldn’t be out of bed, you need--” Morgan’s voice tapered off as she gaped at her with open relief. She forgot about Kyle completely until the bandage roll tumped to the floor again. Right. Time to hurry up. “Hold still, I’m almost done,” she grumbled, pinning him in place with one hand.

Actually, Mina would argue that this boy was stupid. Stupid as well as reckless and selfish and short-sighted. But she couldn’t help but pity him just a bit. This was why she never made a hunter of any kind. She was kind of a sucker when the sob stories came out. She was still beyond furious, and a part of her thought that they were letting this fool off a bit too easy, and an even bigger part of her might enjoy sitting back and watching the Nell approach as opposed to the Morgan one, but she didn’t have anything to say.

Mina didn’t understand why the cat had burst into the room so loudly until Bex followed after. She stopped the younger girl from moving too far, hands wrapped gently around Bex’s arms. “Hey, he’s fine. He’s okay. You need to sit down.” She moved them both to sit down. “Morgan’s tending to him. We’re all just talking.” It was even a rather productive talk. No one had been stabbed, and everyone was just in various states of sadness and anger. Really, Mina was sure this was how the most productive interrogations-- conversations went. She checked Bex over, relief and worry fighting each other. She glanced at Nell. “Should she be up right now?”

The moment Bex was on the move, Nell knew it, feeling the information reverberate across her familiar bond with Taki. As the younger witch neared the door, Nell withdrew her knife. She’d shot Morgan a look trimmed with her natural desire to fight against anyone who tried to sway her from a choice she was seemingly making. But it had also been meant as a wordless message between the two of them, one that said the true intent to kill wasn’t on Nell’s mind...yet. Her knife had mostly been meant as an enforcer to begin with, as a means of coercing anything Kyle might be hiding out into the open. Apparently it had worked with the admission of his mother, and for the first time since she’d arrived Nell felt a sprig of pity trying to worm it’s way through her anger. Unfortunately she wasn’t interested in feeling all that much empathy at the moment when Bex had been attacked, but it didn’t matter when Taki burst into the room, angrily meowing his alarm that Bex had arrived.

Following Mina’s lead, Nell abandoned Kyle where he lay- having little interest in him now that she had what knowledge she wanted, and when it was quite obvious he didn’t pose any immediate threat. “She should not be up.” In the span of a few moments Nell’s tone had shifted to the other side of the spectrum, her voice lightening from a vaguely tortuous interrogation to a forceful concern. “You lost a lot of blood, Bex. You need to sit down or you could pass out. How are you feeling? What do you remember?”

The sight of Bex alive was enough to silence Kyle for a moment. She looked bad. Well, she looked good for having been attacked by a werewolf, but she still looked bad. “Bex,” he mumbled, barely above a whisper. It was a relief to see her alive, but the guilt that washed over him threatened to swallow him whole. That didn’t happen, and Kyle dumbly stared at Bex, tears still falling.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, a little louder now. “I didn’t mean for this—I didn’t want—I’m so sorry.” Bex didn’t need to forgive him; she shouldn’t forgive him. If she took the knife from Nell and stabbed him, Kyle would see that as getting off too easy.

He looked down at the hand that held him in place, trying to ignore the pain of the bandaging Morgan was doing. She was stronger than anticipated, so Kyle didn’t act on his urge to run to Bex’s side and hug her. Not that he should act on that urge anyway; some part of Kyle had already decided that he was going to leave as soon as he could. The brutal reminder of what he’d done to his own mother just cemented the idea further in his head. He needed to get out of here. It wasn’t for his own safety, but the safety of everyone in the house. They were right. He didn’t have as good a grip as he had thought and that made him dangerous. As soon as Bex was asleep, as soon as no one else was looking, Kyle had to go.

“No, no,” Bex said, already getting weary again. The world was turning dark and her head lolled for a moment until someone said her name and she sat up straight. Winced in pain, grabbing her chest as she doubled over. Everyone was telling her what to do again. They didn’t understand. This was her fault. She braced a hand against the floor, the other clinging to Mina. “You have to know, it was me,” she sputtered out. She looked across the room to Kyle, tried her best to meet his eyes, even as her world began to fade. Color seeping from the walls, draining from her face. Breathing laboured. The journey downstairs had taken nearly everything out of her but she needed to say it, even as she remembered sharp eyes and sharper claws, and a snarl. Anger. Intent to kill.

“I’m sorry,” she said to Kyle, her voice ragged. Her hand tightened around Mina’s arm. “I’m sorry. It was me. I panicked and I m-made you change and I thought I-- I thought I could stop it. Stop you. I’m sorry. Please don’t-- please d-don’t be sorry. It’s not your f-fault.” She looked to Morgan, to Nell, to Mina. “It’s not his fault.” She could feel sweat beading on her forehead. She was so tired. Her eyes fought to stay open as her head lolled against Mina. “Please don’t...hurt him...he didn’t...do anything…” She tried to give him one last look, but she knew it fell short. The world was consuming her again. She reached out for him, but he was too far away. She couldn’t reach him anymore.

She wished she could still hear him in her head. Maybe then she could reassure him.

“Oh, trust me, we are definitely talking about how responsible you are for this,” Morgan grumbled at the girl, taping down the last of Kyle’s bandages as she did. She pressed him down in place, muttering, “Stay put. I’ll finish taking care of you later.”

Then she was on her feet, rushing to Bex. “You need rest first, you need--” But whatever energy Bex had was already drained from her body. Morgan sighed and gathered her into arms as if she were no more than a basket of laundry. “I’d like to get her back to bed now, but I can’t leave Kyle alone if the two of you are going to keep twirling your knives at him,” she sighed, bundling Bex closer to her. “I don’t think he can make it up two flights of stairs, much less maim anyone else. He’s sorry and he’s not a threat and even if he was, I could throw him through a wall before he did anything. And Bex was clear about treating him with kindness. So, are we ready to go?”

“I wasn’t twirling a knife at him,” Mina muttered. The truth. She’d never twirled it. He hadn’t even been awake when it was in her hands. But that wasn’t important, now. She gave Nell a look, one that she hoped said, no for now but yes if necessary. She told herself that this wasn’t just about Bex, that she couldn’t suffer a dangerous werewolf to live if that was what Kyle turned out to be. Yet… there was still a werewolf out there that she’d been pitted up against twice that kind of disputed that as a fact. The thought of her dad lying in his own blood flashed in her head, and then he was gone, and it was Bex, and Mina felt the hand still on her arm, and she swallowed, tightly. She told herself it wasn’t just because of Bex. She was lying to herself. At least those lies didn’t hurt as bad. She looked at Kyle, still upset but not seething with it anymore. She wouldn’t try to kill him again, not now, at least. She moved Bex’s hand from her arm and squeezed it before she stood up. “Stay,” she told Kyle, no room for argument in her voice. If Bex wanted him to stay, fine. He’d stay and heal and then provide better answers. He didn’t particularly matter to Mina anymore. “I’m ready.”

“I already showed you that I got what I wanted for now,” Nell commented for whoever it was that apparently needed consolation on the matter of whether or not Kyle would make it through the next hour without finding her knife stuck between his ribs. “And if I’d wanted to kill him I already would have. I said that too.” Her foul mood at having found Bex bleeding out didn’t make for much patience when it came to her words at the moment, especially when she felt as if she were being warned off in a situation she was familiar with. Despite her short patience, it was obvious that there had been a lapse of judgment in Bex’s dash to Kyle, and Nell made a mental note to go over werewolves in more detail whenever their regular lessons began again. Maybe she could ask Kaden to speak to Bex about some of the finer points as well. After all Nell hadn’t known about loup garous until he’d told the witch of them after her stressful night under the moon with Adam, and they’d waited to see if they’d turn into what was currently sitting in Morgan's basement.

Nell flicked her gaze towards her familiar, and the Ovinikk got the hint without any verbal indication needed as Taki took up position next to Kyle, as if he were a prison guard escorting a convict to their next destination. Sensing his witch’s frustration, he took it upon himself to let a little burp of flames split through his lips, trying his best to make the small demonstration of his fire breath look as innocent as possible. Then Nell was drawing close to Bex as well, laying a hand against the other witch as she transferred some more energy into the girl, trying to give her the strength to at least make it to her bed. “We’ll get you to rest, and then we can talk about everything later.”

Preparing to ascend the stairs, Nell remembered the conversation she’d had with Morgan no more than a few days ago, centered around Bex and the lessons she’d have to learn the hard way when it came to the supernatural. It seemed one had already come to pass in the form of a werewolf mauling, but Nell couldn’t help the twinge of responsibility settling into her gut, thinking about how she should have acted faster on dissipating the mind-meld, how she might have tried to reach out to someone more practiced in mental magic if she’d managed to find a witch that would actually talk to her instead of spitting in disgust and cursing her away. She should have told Bex more about werewolves to begin with— should have shown Bex at least one spell she could have used to come to her defense. Instead they’d been left amongst the rubble of the first safehouse to fall in Bex’s world of diving into her new world of magic and discovery. “Let’s just get you to bed.”

Before Bex had even fully collapsed again, Kyle had convinced himself that she was dying, right here, before his eyes. What’s worse, she was blaming herself for a situation that was undeniably Kyle’s fault. His plans for escape seemed to be slipping away as he was told to stay put. Even more so when they put the infernal cat on guard duty. He bit his tongue to keep from making any snide comments about the cat, but that didn’t stop the reflexive growl that bubbled up from his chest. Kyle debated if now would be an appropriate time to request clothes, but Bex’s funeral procession was already headed up the stairs.

He had so much left that he wanted to say. He wanted to thank Morgan for defending him as much as she did. He wanted to apologize to them all for nearly killing their friend. He wanted to defend himself further by explaining the situation fully, though he still blamed himself entirely. He wanted to tell the damned cat to fuck off. Most of all, he wanted to apologize to Bex; if Bex yelled at him, if she never wanted to see him again, that was better than what he deserved. It wasn’t like they’d been friends before meeting in the library. But he’d been in her head, and he’d heard her just a few minutes ago. She wouldn’t yell at him. Kyle let his head drop back against the floor and he closed his eyes with a sigh. Maybe he should message Alcher or Ari. Maybe he should run into the woods and never look back. Maybe he should call his mom. He curled up, turning his back to the cat. All that could wait. Right now, he needed some sleep.

Bex wanted to stay awake for just a little longer. She really did. But Morgan’s arms, despite their chill, were very comfortable. Her grip was tight, and it felt safe. There weren’t claws in this moment, there wasn’t pain. She settled against her chest with weary eyes and looked at Mina next to her. Then Nell, coming hurriedly over. All their voices so concerned. But no one was concerned for Kyle. Bex was. She turned her head enough to try and see him again. He was slumped in the corner, curled up in his blanket on the floor. Her eyes welled up with tears again. She’d never wanted this for him. He had been so annoying when they first met. They’d never gotten along, not even for a minute. Screaming at each other through their thoughts. Blasting stupid music, thinking mean thoughts-- and it was all her fault. Because she didn’t know how to control herself, her magic. She turned back to bury her face in Morgan’s shoulder, shaking with quiet sobs. “I’m sorry,” she muttered into her shirt. “I’m sorry.” She doubted it would ever be enough. “Please be...please don’t be m-mad at him,” she breathed into Morgan. “P-please. He’s just scared. He’s s-scared, too.” She knew because of his thoughts, because they’d been inside each other’s minds for so long. It felt empty now, without him there. She couldn’t reach out and tell him sorry or ask if he was okay, or wonder what type of Yu-Gi-Oh cards he was looking at today. She’d said sorry for making him change, for making this happen, but she’d never said sorry for stealing his mind away from him. She wasn’t sure she could ever apologize enough for that.

Her body grew too exhausted to think too much anymore. She was limp in Morgan’s arms, her eyes barely open. She knew they were moving. Upstairs. Kyle wasn’t with them. It was a solemn trail of bodies. There was nothing left she could do, and so she closed her eyes, and let sleep take care, and hoped that in her dreams, she wouldn’t see claws again. That maybe she wouldn’t see a friend staring at her with death in his eyes.

#wickedswriting #chatzy #ch: where is your body?#p: mina #p: morgan #p: nell #p: bex

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That One Night

Pairing: Dean x Reader

You were in the library, taking advantage of the silence to dive into the next chapter of your favorite book. You reached for your cup of orange cinnamon tea on the table behind you. The cup was almost to your lips when you heard the bunker door fly open. You nearly spilled your drink in your haste to return the cup to the small table next to your chair. Heavy boots clomped down the stairs and you bolted from your chair to greet them.

"Hey, you guys are home early! I take it things went well?" you asked as you stepped in for a welcome-home hug.

"We came, we saw, we sliced off their heads," Dean quipped. "Seriously, though, if you hadn't called with that last minute bit of info, this would've gone very differently. Thank you, sweetheart," he said as he kissed your temple. "You saved our asses tonight."

You felt your cheeks grow warm at hearing Dean's praise. "Let's not exaggerate things, Dean. You guys have been in much tougher situations way before I came along. You survived just fine," you reminded him.

"Maybe, but it's a lot easier, now that we have the best damn research artist in the hunting world," Dean replied. "I'm gonna go take a shower, then we're headed out for a drink. You wanna join us?" he asked you.

"Nah, you guys go ahead. You deserve to celebrate, since you did all the hard work," you answered.

You had your reasons for not always going to the bar. Usually, you sat in the background while Sam and Dean traded stories with other hunters. From time to time, you went up to the bar to pick up another round, or some snacks. Eventually, the boys would each find a warm body to keep them company. Then, you were left to entertain yourself, at least until someone wanted to go home.

"Aw, come on, sweetheart. What you did was just as important. You deserve to have a little fun, too. Please?" Dean pleaded.

You rolled your eyes in mock annoyance. "Fine. While you're in the shower, I'll get changed," you relented with a smile. You decided to dress up a little, so you changed into your new pair of faded blue jeans with decorated back pockets. A sparkly red scoop-neck tank top, black-and-white flannel shirt and your red Converse shoes completed the outfit.

When you heard the shower turn off, you knew you only had about ten minutes before it was time to leave. You fluffed and sprayed your hair to hold it in place, and kept your makeup to a minimum.

"Last one to the garage buys the first round!" Dean shouted. There was no sense in running, since you had decided you were going to buy the first round anyway. You climbed into the back seat of the Impala, and headed to town.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

You'd met the Winchesters several years ago on a particularly nasty ghoul hunt, after which you moved into the bunker. Since you took up residence in the bunker, your role in the hunting world changed. It became less about hunting and more about taking care of things on the home front. You covered the research, kept the boys well-fed and patched up the injuries.

Because of your love for books on any and all subjects, you and Sam quickly became best friends. You liked a lot of the same movies, and told some of the same jokes. You knew every piece of Star Trek trivia, while Sam gave you a run for your money on Star Wars knowledge. On long car rides, you loved to challenge each other with random facts about your favored series.

But Dean? Well....Dean was different. Your dreams were filled with visions of his sexy green eyes gazing at you like you were the only woman in the world. His muscular arms that you longed to have wrapped around you like a warm blanket, keeping you safe. That deep, husky voice of his that nearly melted you every time you heard him call you "sweetheart".

You had no idea when you first noticed your feelings towards Dean were starting to grow. They had almost reached a point to where you were afraid that one day you'd accidentally let it slip. Then you knew you'd hear the inevitable "I love you, but just as a friend" speech. After that, life at the bunker would be forever changed. So you dealt with it the only way you knew how. You pushed your feelings down, ignored them and talked yourself out of having them altogether.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

As usual, most of the talk around the table was about hunting. What wasn't usual was that for some reason, Dean seemed to be paying extra attention to you tonight. He wasn't letting you just sit back and let everyone else talk. He had his arm around your shoulder, sometimes running slow, lazy circles on it, causing goosebumps to form. From time to time, he would lean over and whisper in your ear to tell you some smart-ass remark or a joke.

You looked around the bar and there certainly was no shortage of women for Dean to choose from to keep him company. It made you wonder why he was focusing all of his attention on you tonight. Some of the women would slowly walk by the table, trying to catch Dean's eye, but he didn't seem to care. As they left, the women mostly glared at you, like you didn't belong with Dean.

Jerry, one of the other hunters at the table was in the middle of a story when a blonde and her red-headed friend stopped by the table. "Hey, there handsome," the blonde purred. "Wanna dance?" she asked Dean.

"What a great idea," Dean said as he exited the booth. His eyes never leaving yours, he held out his hand. "Shall we, sweetheart?" he grinned, leaving the blonde to pick up her jaw from the floor.

"I...I...sure, Dean," you stammered. You slid out of the booth and took his hand. When you stood up, you were close enough to Dean that your noses nearly touched.

"After you, darlin'," Dean said. His hand moved from holding yours to the small of your back to guide you to the dance floor, where the next song was a slow one. Dean smiled as he took your hands and brought them up to clasp them behind his neck. Then he settled his hands on your hips and pulled you closer to his chest, swaying you both to the music.

As the song ended, Dean pulled back from you a little, a soft smile on his plump, kissable lips. "Thanks for the dance, sweetheart," he said softly. He leaned in and as he gave you a lingering kiss on the cheek, you closed your eyes in contentment.

"Anytime, Dean," you whispered.

"Want to head back to the table for another drink?" he asked.

"I will in a minute," you answered. A puzzled look crossed his face. "Restroom," you giggled, as he relaxed a bit.

Still tingling from the dance and what happened after, you had a bit of a spring in your step as you headed for the restroom. Maybe there's hope after all, you thought. Maybe it isn't just me feeling this way. You entered the restroom and closed the stall door behind you.

Suddenly the door burst open and slammed against the wall behind it. Somebody's pissed, you thought.

"Joanie, calm down!" you heard.

"Calm down?!? Shelly, how the hell can I calm down?!? I ask him to dance and he completely ignores me!!" Joanie seethed. "And for what?? That stupid, pathetic nerd-girl who never says anything, just fetches drinks for them all night!"

You could see through the space in the stall doorframe that "Joanie" was the blonde from earlier who stopped by your table. "Shelly" was her red-headed friend.

"What could he possibly see in her?" Joanie continued. "She's not pretty, a boring techno-geek who probably runs around quoting 'Star Trek' all the time," she finished.

"Well, he has been drinking, or maybe he felt sorry for her because she doesn't have a boyfriend," suggested Shelly.

"That has to be it. Because there's no way he'd go for someone like her when he could have someone like me. Can I borrow your lipstick? I'm going to go back out there and do something about this. I need to 'freshen' up before I go back out there, though," she giggled.

Tears sprang to your eyes at what they were saying about you. You knew you didn't deserve anything they said about you, but still their words hit a little close to home. Worse, it got you thinking about why Dean was paying extra attention to you tonight. What if they were right? That he was drunk and didn't know what he was doing? Or worse, that he felt sorry for you?

You washed your hands and checked your face before exiting the restroom. You knew your eyes were probably still red, but in the dim lighting of the bar, you thought no one should notice.

When you got back to your table, you noticed that your partially finished drink from earlier was still there. However, everyone else had moved to the back corner where the pool table was. Oh, good. Maybe a game of 8-ball will take my mind off of things, you thought.

You picked up your drink to finish it off. Before the liquid could touch your lips, you heard the same laughter as you did in the restroom. You lowered the glass and your eyes traveled over to the corner. There for all to see was Dean up behind Joanie, helping her line up a shot.

You gasped at the sight before you, final confirmation of Dean's true feelings about you. Joanie must have heard you or had otherwise known you were there. Just before she made her shot, she looked up at you and gave you a knowing smirk. When the ball went into the pocket, she squealed, jumped into Dean's arms and locked lips with him.

Not waiting around to see what came next, you turned on your heel and headed for the back door. The bar had a patio area for additional seating, but it was empty tonight. You climbed up on one of the picnic tables to sit on top as your feet rested on the bench seat. Your hands covered your face as tears streamed down your cheeks.

The sound of flapping wings caught your attention and you turned to see Castiel had appeared, his trenchcoat billowing behind him. You wiped your tears and tried to regain your composure. "Hey, Cas. What are you doing here? Do you need something? Is everything okay?" You stopped because you realized you were rambling a bit.

"Good evening. No, I don't need anything, but I don't think everything is okay with you. Am I right?" he asked.

You turned to look in his ocean-blue eyes and rested your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, you're right, it's not okay with me right now. Can you please take me back to the bunker?" you asked.

"Shouldn't you tell Sam and Dean that you're going home?" Cas asked.

"They'll figure it out when I don't come back from the restroom. Besides, I saw them in the corner at the pool table. They're having plenty of fun without me," you muttered.

In the blink of an eye, you were back in your room, with Cas standing next to you. "Thank you, Cas. I'll be all right for now," you remarked.

"Are you sure? I'm here if you want to talk about anything," he offered.

"I really don't, Cas. I'm going to take a shower then go to bed. Goodnight," you said with a yawn. With a flapping of wings, Castiel was gone.

You gathered your robe and your towel then headed for the showers. The rushing hot water from the shower was doing little to wash away the thoughts about what happened earlier. You put your hair up in your towel and walked back to your bedroom to dry off. After you changed into some pajamas, you locked the door and turned off your light to try and get some sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"So, you didn't see where she went?" Dean asked. He and Sam were returning from the bar, worried about what may have happened to you.

"Dude, you took her out on the dance floor, and that's the last time I saw her. I was too busy on my phone looking for cases to see anything else," Sam replied.

"Dammit! Where could she be? Last place I saw her was after the dance, then she went to the restroom. I thought for sure she'd come back and we could pick up right where we left off," he remarked. "We were having such a good time tonight, too," he muttered.

"I noticed you were getting a little cozy with her tonight," Sam smirked. "If you were having such a good time, what were you doing with that blonde chick, um, Joanie was it?" he asked.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's her. Practically threw herself at me, which, for a woman to do normally isn't a problem. But, this time it felt....wrong, like I was betraying someone," he replied.

He explained to Sam that Joanie had stopped by the table earlier and asked him to dance. He mentioned that he had turned her down and asked you to dance instead.

"Joanie's had her eye on you for months now and hasn't really let up at all. Then you choose someone else to dance with? I bet she was pissed," Sam observed.

Dean said that before you could come back from the bathroom, Joanie dragged him over to the pool table to play. He told Sam that it was his intention to play a game with you, not Joanie.

"Joanie asked me to show her how to make this one shot, so I did. Then she kissed me and afterwards, she asked me if I wanted to go home with her. I told her no, and she went ballistic. Her friend, Shelly, had to drag her out of there, kicking and screaming," he chuckled at the memory.

A little later, Dean pulled the Impala into her parking space in the bunker garage. He raced down the spiral staircase, noticing that all the lights were off but one. When he got to your bedroom door, he tested the knob only to find that it was locked. Dean gently knocked and softly called your name. He didn't hear anything or see any light under your door, so he figured you were sleeping. He turned and went back down the hall to his own room, hoping to get some sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The next morning, you got up early to make breakfast. After last night, you wanted to minimize your chances of running into Dean, at least for the moment. Being in the same room with him was bound to be awkward for awhile. You decided to do your best to keep it on a friendly level, no matter how much you wanted it to be more.

After you finished the last batch of pancakes, you covered them with aluminum foil to keep them and the bacon warm. At that moment, Sam came in from his morning run and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Hey, what happened to you last night? We were looking all over for you," he remarked, taking a long pull on the bottle.

"What do you mean?" you replied, your eyes never leaving the task at hand.

"Dean said you were in the restroom, then you never came back to the table. What's up?" Sam persisted.

"Nothing's 'up', Sam. I did come back to the table. I was going to finish my drink, realized it was all watered down and left it sitting there. I saw you all in the corner by the pool table, but I started feeling tired. I went out back for some air, Cas showed up and I asked him to take me home," you finished.

"Why didn't you let one of us know where you were? Dean was worried about you when you didn't come back from the restroom. If you were tired, we would've taken you home," Sam said pointedly.

"You all looked like you were having enough fun over there without me, and I didn't want to intrude. Besides, it looked like Dean was keeping himself occupied anyway," you muttered. You put a couple of pancakes on a plate for yourself and snagged some bacon, leaving the bulk of it for Dean. "I'm going to my room for a while. Later, Sam," you said as you exited the kitchen.

You saw Dean walking towards the kitchen and ducked into the library just in time to escape his radar. Guilt crept in that you were actively trying to avoid him, but you felt it would be better for you both in the long run.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A short time later, Dean stumbled into the kitchen, his hair sticking up in all different directions and his eyes not quite focused. He saw the plate of bacon and pancakes and was on instant alert. "She made breakfast? Where is she now?" he asked.

"She just left, took a plate to her room. She looked tired, eyes were kind of red," Sam explained. He filled a plate and took a seat opposite his brother at the table.

Dean fixed himself a plate of pancakes and mostly bacon. He wanted to talk to you about what happened last night and ask why you didn't come back to the table. He decided that after breakfast, he was going to talk to you and make sure you were okay.

Last night when he couldn't sleep, Dean thought back on the events of the evening. When you said you would go out to the bar, he couldn't believe his luck. He noticed that in the few times when you did join them at the bar, you tended to keep to yourself, not really saying much. Dean wished you felt more comfortable in the group, that you would open up a little more.

When you came out wearing that sparkly red tank top, his mouth ran dry and his heart started racing. It was his favorite color on you, because it reminded him how sassy you were when you wanted to be. He loved your sense of humor, injecting hilarious one-liners into the conversation when no one was prepared.

Dean also knew that beneath your quiet exterior was a woman of genuine caring and pure passion. That's the layer he wanted to get to, and learn more about. Thus, he made it his mission that night to show you that you belonged in the group, even if you didn't always feel that way.

As the night continued, he found himself drawn towards you and really seeing you, maybe for the first time. He thought about how your eyes flash when you and Sam get into your "Star Trek vs. Star Wars" debates. The way your mouth scrunches up when you're researching for a case. Your soft and silky locks that he can't wait to run his hands through or use to tug you closer to him.

The more he noticed about you, the more it made him want to focus more of his attention on you. To him, it felt natural for him to put his arm around your shoulder and keep you close. His fingers tracing patterns over your skin could almost be considered possessive. Kind of like his way of telling other men to back off, that you were his. Having you in his arms as you danced together, he felt an overwhelming sense of peace, and he never wanted to let go.

When Joanie was hanging all over him, it was different. It felt empty and superficial. When she kissed him, Dean didn't feel that connection, that spark the way he did with you. He couldn't wait to break away from her lips and get as far away from her as possible. He realized now who he felt like he was betraying when Joanie was all over him. She wasn't you.

Dean finished his breakfast and put his plate in the sink. He started to walk back to his bedroom when he saw you in the library, reading in your favorite chair. Well, you had a book open in your lap and you were sitting in your chair, but your eyes were doing anything but reading.

As Dean approached you, he could see the redness in your eyes. If he didn't know any better, he would say that you were tired, but he knew that you'd been crying. He was filled with this need to find out who had hurt you and to make sure it didn't happen again.

"Hey," he said softly as he rested his hand on your shoulder to get your attention.

Mask in place, you slowly turned to face Dean. "Hey, Dean. What's up? Is there something I can help you with? Some case you need researched?" you asked.

Dean knelt down next to your chair and searched your face for some clue as to what happened last night. "No, no, nothing like that. No cases right now, you can relax. Are you okay? You seem a little upset about something," he remarked.

You fought to keep your emotions under control and hoped that the battle wasn't showing in your face. "I'm fine, a little tired maybe, but I'm fine," you tried to assure him.

"If you're sure," he murmured, though not quite convinced. "Hey, what happened to you last night? You said you were going to the restroom, then I thought you were coming back," he stated.

You slammed your book closed and abruptly rose from your chair. "I already explained this to Sam. I went back to the table for my drink, but you all were off in the corner by the pool table. About that time, I was feeling tired, so I went out back to get some air. Cas showed up and I asked him to bring me home. End of story," you spat out in a rare flash of anger.

As you started to walk away, Dean quickly stood up, staring after you. He raced to catch up to you before you could leave the library. "Wait a minute. If you saw us over by the pool table, why didn't you come back over? I thought we were having a good time together," he persisted.

"We were, Dean. It was one of the best nights I've had out with you guys in a long time. Until...." you broke off, tears threatening.

Dean reached out and took your hand. "Until what, darlin'?" he asked softly.

You tore your hand from his. "Until I saw you and Joanie locking lips in the corner. After what she said about me in the restroom...." You shook your head. "You know what? I've got no right to say who you hook up with, who you choose to be with. I don't know what I was thinking," you muttered as you started walking towards your room.

"Whoa, wait a minute. What did she say about you? Because I'll guarantee you it's not true," he demanded, blocking the entrance to your room.

You took a deep breath to compose yourself. "She said I was a 'stupid, pathetic nerd-girl, a boring techno-geek who runs around quoting Star Trek all day'," you replied. "She said there was no way you'd go for someone like me when you could have someone like her," you whispered.

"Oh, sweetheart...." Dean whispered, his heart aching for how you must have felt.

"I don't know what's worse, that she said all that, or that I'm inclined to believe her," you started. "I wasn't sure why you were paying so much attention to me last night, when usually you're otherwise occupied.

"But, I do know that I liked how you made me feel, especially when we were dancing. Even if it was for just one night," you admitted softly, your eyes cast downward.

Dean hooked his finger under your chin to tilt your head up so he could gaze into your eyes. "Who said it was for just one night? When you said 'yes' to coming out with us last night, I was so excited, darlin'. I know you don't come out with us often, so I wanted to make it special for you.

"As the night went on, I noticed how much I was enjoying just being with you. It was fun to whisper jokes and comments in your cute little ear, because it let me get even closer to you. To have my arm around you felt like the most natural thing in the world, like you belonged there. Especially true when we were dancing," he grinned, causing you to giggle a bit.

"Dean, when I saw you kiss Joanie, I thought I had read too much into what was going on between us. That you didn't mean it, that she was more like what you wanted. It was one of the reasons why I didn't go over to the pool table. I figured that if you were happy with her, I was going to stay out of the way," you explained.

"Darlin', I swear, that was all her, the kissing part. Anyway, I couldn't kiss back," Dean confessed. "One, I didn't feel anything, there was no connection. And two, I felt like I was somehow being unfaithful to someone....well, to you.

"I couldn't sleep last night because I was trying to figure out how I feel about you. Sweetheart, I am in love with you. You are a compassionate, selfless and intelligent woman who has the biggest heart of anyone I've ever met. That's what makes you beautiful to me. Although I must say, you are smokin' hot on the outside, too," he remarked, waggling his eyebrows.

"I am in love with you, too. Have been for a long time, just never had the courage to say it. You are one in a million, Dean Winchester. You are a smart and caring man, who puts others before himself and who's more than a little bit gorgeous," you giggled. "You are worthy of all the love this world has to give, and I am more than happy to give my heart to you," you finished softly.

Dean licked his lips and reached up with his hand to cup your cheek, while you moved in to close the gap between you. Like two magnets, your lips crashed into each other as what started as a spark soon built into a raging bonfire.

Your tongue swept across Dean's bottom lip to request access, which he gladly granted with a smile. As you explored each others' mouths, you could taste the sweetness of the maple syrup from the morning's pancakes with the salt from the bacon. Your hand slid up to cup his cheek, gently caressing it with your thumb.

Determined to leave no territory untouched, Dean dropped a trail of feather-light kisses across and down your neck. When he reached your collarbone, his playful nips turned into more of a love bite, sucking at the skin to soothe the pain. "Mine," he murmured against your skin.

"Yours, only yours, Dean," you whispered as you ran your fingers through his hair. You gave it a gentle tug and were rewarded with a growl of pleasure.

When the two of you broke apart, you were both panting, trying to catch your breaths. "All this time," Dean began, as he touched his forehead to yours. "All this time, and you were right here. How could I not have seen how lovely and wonderful you are before now?" he mused.

You closed your eyes, your hand still on his cheek. "Doesn't matter, Dean. What does matter is that we're together now. And I intend on making the most of our time, regardless of whatever may come our way. I love you, Dean," you remarked.

"Sounds like a great plan, making the most of our time together. I love you too, sweetheart," Dean replied.

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Please believe. - P

How many pages did the last book you read have? I don’t even remember the last time I opened it; but if I have to guess, it’s probably anywhere between 600–800 pages.

What do you like on your pancakes? Soaked in butter, with peanut butter and maple syrup on the side. My dad will also sometimes mix bacon into the batter, and it always turns out delicious.

Do you like small parties or large parties more? I love going to any kind of party, but I like large ones just a little bit more just because it’s easier to blend in and go unnoticed for the most part. I usually feel pressured at smaller parties.

What was the last exam you passed in? I have no idea. Maybe a history exam? I remember taking a Rizal exam right before the pandemic started and I never got the results for that since classes were canceled shortly after. I’ll never know if I actually passed that test haha.

Do you think paw prints are cute? Yesssssss.

How much would you pay a neighbour to do your lawn? We have someone in the village who does that, and my mom usually gives him a tip of I would guess around ₱100.

Ordinary pens, scented pens, gel pens or felt tip pens? Ordinary. The other ones write horribly.

Are you a people person? I’ve grown to be one over the years. I do like my alone time, but I have the most fun with a person or two or ten around me.

Do you put pepper on your scrambled eggs? No. I never use pepper myself, actually.

Who, except yourself, has the nicest pet? Angela’s, at least one of her dogs are. Hailey is super nice and she doesn’t really care what you do with her hahahaha.

What's your favourite piece of clothing? Right now, probably my IVP sneakers since they’re my newest purchase. Other than that, my mom jeans are always super reliable.

What place have you gone to that you never would again? Police stations that I had to visit to cover stories for my journalism classes. Maybe it’s other people’s passion – and I thought it was mine at one point, too – but once I found myself in places like that I slowly realized that I didn’t have the fire for journalism I once thought I had.

What do others seem to have plenty of and you have little or none? Nice photos of themselves. I’m very camera shy.

Is pink a nice colour, an okay colour or icky? I personally love pink, so.

Give me a description of a great film plotline? ...I don’t feel like it :(( I also haven’t watched/rewatched any films in a while, so my memory is a bit rusty.

What do you have in your pockets? Nothing I’m wearing right now has pockets.

Do you listen to podcasts? Not really. I’m part of the minority that finds podcasts a little boring.

Have you ever played Poker? I’d guess I’ve tried playing it one or two times, but I’ve never understood the rules and I probably just did some random moves when I did try it.

Do you have a pond in your garden? No.

How about a swimming pool? We don’t.

Do you like Poptarts? I loooooove Pop Tarts and I wish we had more flavors here :( and that they weren’t so expensive.

Do you write notes on post-it notes? Sometimes; but lately I’ve mostly just been making to-do lists on my laptop. Writing takes too much time considering how hectic my job is.

Quiet darling, shh. - Q

Do you ever use the word quaint? Very rarely. I never really get into situations where that word would be most fitting to use.

Do you know what quantum physics is? I know of the term from watching The Big Bang Theory, but I don’t know what it refers to.

Are you a quiet or loud person? Depends on the people I’m with, my general mood, and my level of comfort.

Do you usually ask a lot of questions? I never do. I feel like that’s a weakness of mine, too. My mind never wanders too far, and I’m only able to recognize good questions when someone else raises them.

What's your favourite quote from a film? “Rome. By all means, Rome.”

Favourite quote from a song? “Now I’m told this is life, and pain is just a simple compromise so we can get what we want out of it.”

Are you quick witted? In what aspect? Not always; but yeah, I guess it comes out sometimes. I’m pretty good at witty or funny comebacks, especially with people I’m comfortable with.

Do you find the word queer offensive? Er, no?

Roses are Red and Romance is dead. - R

Do you listen to the radio often? I used to, since I once drove to school everyday and I liked having the radio on - especially in the morning, since there was a morning program I was hooked to. But now that I’m at home 24/7, I don’t really tune in anymore; I don’t even have the slightest clue what songs are trending rn.

Do you prefer rain or snow? We only get rain, so.

Have you ever ran into someone and injured you or them due to it? Fortunately no, for both circumstances.

Do you listen to rap music? K-Pop groups always have their own rap sub-unit, so yeah I’ve definitely been more exposed to rap these days.

Do you find pet rats gross or nice? Why? I guess it’s cute when they’re pets, since I’m sure they’re harmless. Not so much when they’re big black filthy rats that are house pests and probably carrying a lot of diseases.

Have you ever been to a rave? No. I’d love to experience it once.

Are you somewhat of a rebel? Nah.

How about reckless? Now this hits the spot more, especially when it comes to money lol

Do you prefer red, black or purple dresses? Black, then red, then purple. I don’t wear a lot of the latter to begin with.

Do you know how to reload a gun? I don’t; I’ve never even held a real gun before.

Do you remember your first best friends Mum's name? I don’t think I ever met her mom. Our friendship was super short-lived and didn’t go beyond preschool.

Do you have a good or a bad reputation? Idk, you’d have to ask other people for this I think.

What song do you request most often on the radio? I’ve never requested a song to radio stations.

Do you prefer rice or tofu? I need rice for literally every meal, otherwise it won’t feel filling. I like tofu too, but I only have it occasionally when it comes with some dishes.

Have you ever held a rifle? Nope.

Do you know a Robert? What's he like? I have an uncle-in-law named Robert. He’s very nice, and super intelligent; he’s from New Zealand but currently lives with my aunt and their family in Vietnam. Since he’s from a different country, he has lots of fun stories and different perspectives to share at family reunions, which makes me always want to sit at whichever table he’s at so that I can be part of interesting conversations.

Do you like rollercoasters? No.

Been to Rome, Italy? Nope.

Are Roses your favourite flower? They’re one of them.

So sweetheart, lets fan. - S

Do you feel safe in your neighbourhood? Yeah, I mean that’s kind of the whole point in living in a gated village. I’d be pretty alarmed if I ever hear of a crime happening here.

Whose the Patron Saint of your Country? St. Lorenzo Ruiz. I actually didn’t know that for a fact, so thanks for the Google search and impromptu lesson!

Do you put salt on your fries? Yessssssss, I need my fries to be very salty. Unless it was already seasoned with something else, I’d find it boring if it wasn’t salty enough.

Do you think we are all born the same? In some ways, yes; in some ways, no. I know everyone is born as humans worthy of love and respect, but when it comes to factors like privilege then that’s when circumstances start to get all different.

When did you stop believing in Santa? I never bought it. I used to always get frustrated that I was never allowed to meet Santa (none of my relatives ever played as him), and that he apparently just likes to leave gifts at midnight. Not seeing a Santa made me doubt and eventually I just kinda stopped buying it by the time I was like 5.

Do you think the name Sarah is pretty? Erm, it’s fine but I find it a little common.

Is Saturday your favourite day of the week? Fridays are, but Saturdays are a very close second.

Have you ever watched Saved By The Bell? Opinions? Nope.

What about the Saw films? Opinion? I haven’t, but I know they’re my eldest cousin’s favorite so it must be a good series.

Are you easily scared? In certain ways. I hate jumpscares for one, and I easily get offended by them.

What's your secondary language, if any? English.

Name all the things you can see from where you're sitting? The entirety of my bedroom.

What's the last sentence you spoke out loud? “JAY KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY”

Have you changed your default settings on your computer? Some of them just to change some aspects of the appearance, but I didn’t do a complete overhaul.

What year did you turn seven in? 2005.

How important is sex in a relationship how important is sex from 1-10? For me, probably like a 3 or 4.

What is your favourite shade of blue? Sky or royal.

Shade of Purple? BTS purple, I guess? Hahaha.

Favourite shape? I don’t have one.

Do you know a girl called Sharon? Nope.

How about Shari? Nope.

Do you shave your arms, legs, pubic hair and/or somewhere else? I shave, but not all of these areas.

When was the last time you were sick? May 2020 was the last time I felt like death.

What's the worst side effects you've had due to a medication? I’ve never gone through side effects from a medication.

What does your signature look like? A very lazy scribble of the first and last letters of my whole name.

Do you like silk? What do you own that is silk? It’s okay, but I never actively search for it. I have one set of silk pajamas but that’s it.

Do you sip or drink hot drinks fast? As much as possible I don’t like getting in contact with hot beverages. I wait for them to cool down considerably before I take my first sip.

How about with alcohol? Sure, I like to take them fast so that I don’t feel the nasty burn on my tongue.

Do you have sisters? How many, what ages and what're they called? Nina is turning 21 this year.

Is your grandmother older than sixty five? Both of them are, yeah.

Do you slam doors often? Nope.

Have you ever slapped someone in the face? For what reason? Yes. Because he had slapped me first. I was in so much shock that my first and only instinct was to hit back.

Do you snack a lot or just eat big meals? I like letting myself go hungry then reward myself with a very generous serving to eat in one go.

Do you smile more often, or frown? Smile.

Are you wearing socks? No, I haven’t worn any in a while.

Do you say sorry too often? Yes.

What's a sound that always soothes you? This. I always play it before turning in, or when I need to calm down.

Do you carry a lot of spare change? How much is on you now? Not so much anymore, since I’ve been increasingly going cashless.

Do you own a swimsuit of the Speedo brand? I don’t think so.

Do you like sunflowers? They have a personal meaning to me, so yes. It’s not my ultra favorite, though.

#survey #surveys #i just realized the author never wrapped this up :(#so i guess we're stopping this at S hahahaha

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bucksbisexual · 5 years ago

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okay since im rewatching 2gether, might as well make my reaction public lol

tine trying to be a supportive boyfriend by asking wat if something is troublig and wat’s himbo self being like “nah fam im good” god i love this dumbass

also tine not knowing how to talk about his feelings is so relatable help

honestly i would’ve LOVED to see sarawat at least one (1) question

tine’s smile while wat drinks..... Sir I Am In Love With You

also his blush..... Sir I Am More In Love With You Than I Was Before

“is the lyric about smile or happiness?” “don’t cheat” wat saw through his bullshit right there KSJFHKS

i wonder what’s in those glasses because it doesn’t quite look like coke but it obviously isn’t beer,,,,

ohhhhh “a friend from high school” ... explains tine’s reaction we see in the teaser when he introduces pam as his highschool friend

also explains why tine thought sarawat made that video for her instead of him. wat is in his high school clothes and tine probably thought it was before he saw him (when in fact it was probably recorded the same day lmao sarawat hopeless romantic)

tine: one more game! [spins the coin and supposedly falls on heads] wat!

sarawat: no one can talk to me if i fall asleep

i’m trying not to look at bright’s jiggly butt why is ass so fat fOR

it doesnt add the points here if i dont write something else so intro time yeet

yknow what . we need more earn and more pear in these two last episodes . i need my wlw rep and i need it Now

“personal space is important even for couples” still cant believe man was the owner of their braincell in this scene

tine giving all of type’s info away to wat so wat can give it to man who tine knows will use to pester him until he becomes his boyfriend...... say it with me: tine mantype shipper

“how did you know?” “i prayed to god” literally the funniest part ever

manboss: im not going good luck wat: you’re so full of bullshit

GREEN <3

i will just say that pink is tine’s best colour. i need him in every soft pink thing u can find. it accentuates his skin colour so perfectly and we are Here for it honeyyyy

MIL SHUT THE FUCKUP

sarawat being a savage (rachet booty nasty) we stan

bro get over him oh my god he’s taken and happy with wat LEAVEEEEEE

and man pestering type begins Now ksjfh

i’m like 100000000% sure that the only thing in that whole backpack is a pencil and half of an eraser

im also sure type saw him buy the book since u literally can see him from where man and that girl are and

hold up the waiter looks like a guy from whyru,,,,,,,,,,

i need someone to write a fic about tine being an astronomy lover and wat falling in love with him because of the joy in his eyes when he talks about the stars and interesting facts about the universe and new discoveries of galaxies and other things that wat doesnt really care about but he listens to either way because he’s too in love to shut off his brain

okay back to the episode sorry i just really had to say this

wat really said “don’t take advantage of me when i’m sleeping” when they haven’t even kissed.......... no words, completely speechless

tine probably thought he was being real sneaky right there lmao boy he fell asleep 2 seconds ago

god green really appears for 2 seconds and yet he steals the show KSFJHKFJFS he really was about to beat the person in front of him’s ass for not walking faster im crying i love him

BITCH SHUT UP AND LEAVE THEM ALONE STOP TRYING TO BE A HOMEWRECKER

wat looks so offended by his offer it’s so funny jhfksjhgj still MIL GET THE FUCK OUT

them running around is so funny when u know they had to do that like 20 times and were tired as fuck KSJFHKSHFS

WAT YOU SMOOTH FUCKER i love u

omg the bracelet truly isnt there at the start of the scene :-(

“nuisance tree” lemme just cry a bit

the music stopping here......... they truly played with our feelings there huh

WAT YOU SMOOTH FUCKER 2

the reactions are so kdrama outro i cant breathe KJHFJSFKJS

GET THE FUCK OUTTTTTTTTTTT

“well, you left him” IM GOING TO STEP ON YOU

bracelet where r u :-(

“it was here a second ago” it wasn’t im an obsessed bitch and noticed just as the scene there started

he looks so worried:-( tine baby

“i can make you a new one” “but i want the old one” why do i feel like that has more than one meaning,,,

half of the times wat touches tine’s head his hands are dirty as fuck lmaoooooo

is- is someone wearing a marihuana dress??????

manbosss again and he has a book

type is the teepakorn brother that can lie and will lie meanwhile tine can’t lie for a living

I LOVE THIS GUY GIVE ME HIS SELF CONFIDENCE

dim really made up a whole spirit just for wat to be with tine lmao i cant breathe (unless the pine tree spirit is an actual thing and he just used it for this specific thing lmao)

“that senior is me” “and who did you go with?” “that was a long time ago” “it wasn’t me, it wasn’t me” “green, drop it!” i love them KSFJHFSJHF

green and wats faces i cant bREATHE these are the faces of people who know this is all fake

BRO WAT WASNT EVEN THAT SLICK WITH THE PAPER IN HIS HAND SJKHSFHHKFS

my guess is that he had two papers that were the same number just incase they didnt get the same number but then somehow mf MIL had to come in and ruin it

i dont know who chose to make bright wear this much brown but it honestly fits him so well

coffee for his soon to be boyfie

man: loving u is kind of bothering? type: o_o man

he’s still reading the book kjshfsf WAIT HES SO CUTE

“you gotta miss me if i don’t show up one day” “just back off. i’m leaving. do not follow me. give me some time to miss you” okay tsundere ass bitch

type’s so rich he’d rather spend money on getting his tire fixed than get it fixed by man for free i hate rich people

he’s also too rich to care to check if his doors were locked i-

“for me?” “do you see anyone else?” bitch ass tsundere

type: smiles, realises he just did that, eyes cutely go o_o

type looks so cute in that scene for no reason im going to eat ur cheeks if u dont stop being a cutie

aaaaaand of course theyre not paired up

dude of course he is youre creepy and also trying to break his relationship apart only because u dont have the decency to see that you dont have a place in his heart whatsoever

dim honey........ jskhsjf

tine’s hair....... PLEASE I NEED TO TOUCH IT IT LOOKS SO FLUFFY

“the spirit doesnt like it when you pray with your eyes opened” did literally no one notice how nonsense that was? KSFJHSJ

GREEN U SCARED THE BABY WHY WOULD U DRESS LIKE THAT

he looks so cute im gonna cry like actually cry

weak ass blankets they gave them i swear

if u cuddled then u wouldnt have been cold but noooooo ur big puppy boyfriend has trust issues

baby:-((((((((((( i will cover u with a blanket and give u lots of kithes and hugs

tine having his phone die at an important moment and also having no sense of direction whatsoever is so relatable lmaooooo

thank god for the rain because otherwise sarawat wouldnt have ran the way tine actually went lmao i wouldve beaten dims ass if mil was the one who found him

this scene hurts so much:-(( his throwing the grass like that in complete defeat??????? the flashback to him saying that bad things seem to happen to them lately makes my heart break

the soft touches:-((((( please im gonna Cry

dnotsaysorrydontsaysorrydonsaysorrydontsayHE SAID SORRY FFS

baby :’((((((

“i prayed for something but i havent redeemed that prayer yet” “what did you ask for?” “it’s if i got to see you again, i would show you the video i made. it’s the song your smile you are so curious about” BITCHHHHHHHHH

HES GONNA SHOW ITTTTTT YES I LOVE HOPELESS ROMANTIC HIGHSCHOOLER SARAWAT

he’s all shy i cant breathe he cant even look at the screen skjfhksh

oh so it was on the same day sksjhj forgot about that

I CRY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

tine is all blushy im gonna sob i love these two

im trying not to scream and tines reaction to wat telling him he went to every scrubb concert just to look for him

ITS NOT GONNA GET STUCK ON THE VIDEO BABY HE WILL LIKE U BACK IN A YEAR!!!!!!

“i like you” “yeah. i know. i like you too” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IM LITERALLY REWATCHINNG BUT I STILL JUST SCREECHED AT THAT I LOVE THIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT

their smiles after he said it tho.......... my heart hURTS

wat: the wish only drew us to cross paths again. us being together is because of something else, tine: what then? wat: shout out to my homies for being there for me since day one i love u bros

THE FLASHBACK AAAAAAAA I FOUND HIM YES U DID BABYYYYYY

boss’s whistle after he tells them that he only said he would kiss him until he dropped lmaoooooo

“his name is tine. [with the softest voice ever] what a cute name”

manboss looking at each other like this bitch is so gone for this random dude but we’re gonna support him because we’re the only friends he has

wat was probably wishing the pool had water in it so he could throw both of them into it at that moment KJSFHJSFHF

“he’s the one i like” “shiiiiiit” same dim, same

fan dee nAAAAAA

his ass was so gone he was gonna make his ig username lovetine i literally cant believe him

boss having the braincell in this scene i love it

“but earn has a boyfriend” LIES. SO MANY LIES. ITS A GIRL. SHES A WHOLE LESBIAN.

boss once again being the owner of the braincell...... im starting to think he owns it half of the time

“you get it now? us being together is not a coincidence. it’s because of us” WAT YOU SMOOTH FUCKER 3

wait,,,,, tine’s little head tilt,,,,,,, SIR I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU

the stars!!!!!!!!! theyre there!!!!!!

“i think nothing bad is going to happen anymore” honey you got a big storm coming

it ended :’(((((( my beautiful boys i love this episode and drama so much i swear

lets watch the next episode teaser

i dont think tine is gonna lsiten to pam saying that but if he does,,, baby pls dont overthink okay he loves u and wont leave u for anyone in the world

phukong dont come back to him he knows that u like him and will play with ur feelings

type is gonna have to choose between im guessing either a boy interested in him from work or man and im gonna vote for him going with man lets hope i win

WHAT IS WRNOG WITH U BRO GET OUT HES HIS BOYFRIEND OF COURSE HES GOING TO CARE AND WORRY YOURE JSUT A CREEP FOLLOWING HIM AROUND HOPING THAT THEIR RELATIONSHIP ENDS SO U CAN SNEAK IN UGH

“is pam your first love?” WHY DID U END THE TEASER THERE AAAAAAA BITCH

im so glad that the episode comes out today because i Need to know more

okay thats it if anyone read all of this first of all sorry kjshkfj and second of all thank u ,, u didnt have to but u did and ily for that okay bye

#2gether #2gether the series #2gether ep11 #2gether reaction #svt-district posts

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thirstbxtch · 5 years ago

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Kiss and Make Up

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Rated: M for language

For @bumblebet-20 who requested:

“Hi! If you're still taking requests can I request a Billy Hargrove fic where him and the reader get into a fight, so she goes to a party with Nancy to get her mind off the fight. She gets crazy drunk and someone calls Billy who quickly shows up and they make up (maybe she's super angry when he shows up but that quickly ends???) Hopefully this makes sense! Thank you!!!!”

Hope you like!

“Hey, what’s this?” You ask, thumbing over a nasty bruise just above Billy’s wrist as he shifts gears, whipping out of the school parking lot.

“Its nothing,” he dismisses, keeping his eyes straight ahead.

You draw your hand away with an “Oh.”

“What?” He asks, annoyance edging into voice.

“What?” You return somewhat confused.

“Why’d you say it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re trying to be a nosy bitch that’s what,” he says sharply.

“I’m sorry, what?” You reply, starting to get heated yourself.

“You heard me, its none of your fucking business, just because we’re fucking doesn’t mean its any of your business.”

“Just because we’re fucking?” You repeat. Like you weren’t expecting flowers from Hawkin’s newest bad boy, but you had thought maybe after that night on the hood of his Camaro under the stars it was at least more than fucking.

Billy doesn’t answer. Just clenches his jaw; tightens his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Just pull over Billy. I’ll walk home. Don’t want you to feel obligated to drive me home, just because we’re fucking,” you say dryly.

He sighs.

“Come on, don’t get all dramatic, you knew what you were getting yourself into.”

He cuts you a look. You’re looking out the window.

“And now I’m getting out; I said pull the fuck over.”

Another huff. But the Camaro slows to a stop, almost reluctantly, but he doesn’t say anything to change your mind.

You each look each other over before you grab your books and get out, letting the door slam.

You call Nancy as soon as you get in.

“Hey Nance, you still going to Tommy’s party tonight?”

“Umm, I’m not sure, we got like a ton of chemistry homework today.”

“Oh,” you say lamely. Right. The chemistry homework.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, its just, Billy and I got in a fight. Kind of wanted the distraction,” you explain hopefully, “we can work on the chemistry homework together tomorrow if you go tonight,” you add casually.

“Ugh fine we can go,” she relents, “but also I told you he was no good. I’ll pick you up at 9.”

There’s already a decent crowd when you and Nancy arrive. Nancy drifts off to find one of her other friends and you quickly locate the alcohol. You just want to be numb; the sting of anger still fresh within you. And this really isn’t the best idea because oh god, what if he shows up, which he probably will, so you just decide it’ll be better to be drunk either way. You skip the beers sitting in a cooler, and opt for the open bottle of Jack Daniels, mixing a Jack and Coke that’s mostly Jack. And do a shot first before drinking that, just to, you know, take the edge off.

You find Nancy. She’s watching Tommy and Carol and company play Truth or Dare. Billy is strangely absent. He must really be in a mood then.

“What happened? Do you wanna talk about it?” Nancy offers.

“No, I just want to forget about it,” you reply, taking a healthy sip of your drink.

“Are you guys still--?” She trails off uncertainly.

You bite your lip.

“Umm, I’m not really sure,” you say. You had said you were getting out; you weren’t sure if you meant getting out of the car or getting out of the relationship. Was it a relationship? Everyone knows Billy Hargrove’s got a reputation. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was already thinking about moving on.

“Hey,” Nancy places her hand on your shoulder, “he’s a jerk. You could do so much better.”

You know she’s just saying that to try to lift your spirits.

“Yeah, you’re right,” you concede, not really sure if you believe her. Billy Hargrove is and will be the hottest thing to ever blow into this nowhere town Indiana. You drink, draining the rest of your glass, hoping the bottom will convince you otherwise.

11PM

Nancy is leaving. She’s not feeling well. She wants to go home early. You’ve had four Jack and Cokes so far. You feel good; got a nice buzz going. The fight with Billy is nagging at the edges. You want to stay. If you just drink a little more, it’ll be fine. You’ll forget.

“Are you going to be okay? How are you going to get home?” She asks, glancing between you and the drink in your hand.

“Yeah, I’m good, I’ll be fine,” you smile easily, too easily, “I’ll figure something out.”

She doesn’t believe you, not entirely.

“Okay well, just try not to have too much more.”

“I’ll be fine,” you shrug.

You join Tommy, Carol, and company, who are now well on their way to be being trashed playing Never Have I Ever. Seems like the perfect place to be.

And then everything starts blurring together, one drink into the next. Finally reached that Billy who? state of mind you’ve been looking for all night.

You stumble to your feet, deciding to get up.

"Where are you going?" Tina asks, giggling.

"The pool."

"The pool? Its too cold, you don't have anything to swim in anyways."

"I'll swim in my clothes," you reason drunkenly.

"You can't get in the pool." She's laughing now.

"Yes, yes I can. Come here, I'll show you," you take her hand, pulling her unsteadily to Tommy's back door.

Its locked. And the lock is all weird, there's like a dead bolt, and one of those twisty, barrel bolt ones.

You reach for the little knob on the barrel, trying to twist it to pull the lock through, but its old and it keeps getting stuck.

"Tina, Tina, I can't do it," you laugh, continuing to struggle with the lock. "I can't, I can't do it," you're borderline hystical now, pressing your back against the door as you sink to the floor, still laughing.

"Oh god, okay, why don't we take you somewhere quiet," Tina muses, helping you up off the floor where you've now decided to lay.

Tommy just can't resist going to the phone because this is just too good really.

“What?” Billy answers, annoyance evident over the line.

"Need to come get your girl Hargrove, she's real out of line, falling down drunk and everything," Tommy says excitedly into the receiver.

“Can’t be fucking calling my place this time of night Tommy, you’re lucky my parents are out of town this weekend.”

He hangs up the phone with a sharp click and bites the inside of his cheek.

You’re laying in the empty bedroom Tina left you in, trying to get it together, making a list of people most likely to give you a ride home.

The door opens and clicks shut.

“What the fuck is going on here? Can't handle your liqour?" Billy asks, clearly displeased, sitting on the edge of the bed.

You draw your gaze away from the ceiling to look at him. Tight jeans, white tank, black leather jacket; a scowl to match.

“Fuck off Billy," you reply, feigning disinterest, returning your gaze to the ceiling, "And considering how much I’ve had to drink, I would say I'm handling it rather well." Honestly, you’re surprised you’re not laying on the cool tile of the bathroom floor in between sessions of throwing up into the toilet.

"Come on, sit up, drink this water," he orders, pulling you up easily to rest against the pillows, shoving a glass of water in your direction.

And yeah, you're still in that state of wasted where impulse control is non existent.

You grab the water, only to throw it in his face.

"I said, fuck off Billy," you repeat harshly, setting the now empty glass on the nightstand with a thud.

He sits there stunned for all of half a second before slowly raising a hand to wipe the water and his now wet bangs away from his face.

You flash him a smile.

"This funny to you?" He asks.

"Hilarious, actually."

"Alright, come here," he lunges toward you, grabbing you tightly by the shoulders, face inches from yours. The adrenaline of uncertainty flushes through you.

"If we were just fucking, I wouldn't be here right now," he pauses, gaze flicking anxiously over your face, "do you understand what I'm telling you?"

It takes a few moments for everything to really penetrate your alcohol soaked brain. You look down at your lap. Is this real? Really real? Or? Maybe you’re even more wasted than you thought. Maybe you passed out. But the closeness of him, the scent of cigarettes and leather, his fingers gripping your shoulders; all have too much gravity to be otherwise.

You raise your gaze back up to his.

“Yeah.” You let out a breath. “Yeah.” You say again with more finality.

Billy closes the small amount of space between you, capturing your mouth in his. He’s still wet from the water you threw on him and his lips slide easily against yours. His grip on your shoulders relaxing as he slides a hand up to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair and you pull him close by the leather of his jacket, kissing him back all need and want, but the night is catching up with you and you’re suddenly exhausted. You break away when his tongue swipes sweetly along your bottom lip.

“‘M tired,” you murmur, eyelids growing heavy.

He gives you a knowing grin.

“Bet you are,” he stands, “come on then.” He lifts you off the bed bridal style, and you tug at his jacket.

“No, I can walk,” you plead, suddenly shy, not wanting to face the embarrassment of being carried out, like you haven’t embarrassed yourself enough already tonight.

“Like hell you can.”

Billy’s right because that’s the last thing you remember; passed out before he even gets to the bottom of the steps, vaguely waking up when he puts you in the passenger seat of the Camaro.

He gently shakes you awake when he gets to your house, and you groan in annoyance as he pulls you out of the car, helping you to the door.

“Drink some water, okay,” He says, kissing you chastely, and you hum and nod before going inside.

You drink two glasses out of water, and pass the fuck out.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #dacre montgomery

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ajokeformur-ray · 5 years ago

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Lmao my dumbass didn’t see matchups as an option ?? a matchup would be cuteee either or!! And I know you SO pick ONE. Please 😂 don’t do both my asks, ONE, UNO, EINS, UN, ODIN. One 😂 you gotta take care of yourself

I found your matchup info. from the other one I did you and I also used things I know about you to write this; hope you don’t mind. And you better hush pffft when do I ever do what I’m told????? So, I’mma do ‘em all. Just let me love you skskskks xp

Hi, I saw you're doing matchup requests so maybe I could try? I am a 5'4' curvy female, really vibrant chocolate eyes, brown hair, little freckles on my nose and cheeks. I am honestly super loud and out there, addicted to Monster Energy so I can be hyper. I am fiercely protective and I can be aggressive defending things I care about. I act tough but deep down I am insecure and deal with bullying a lot :/ ~ @jokershyena

Word count: 1, 765.

Patrick @ you every single day:

This boy. This. fucking. boy. is head over heels for you. He loves you so, so much. You’re the first one to see him, to know him for his real self, and you were the only one who wasn’t afraid of him. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?” // “How can I be afraid of you? No offence, Peppermint, but you’ve never even broken a pinkie promise.” Pat only falls deeper in love with you for that comment.

You’re 5′4 and I headcanon Pat to be maybe 5′8, which means that he gets to tease you about the height difference. He’s never rude or nasty about it, but your indignant expressions and playfully shocked gasps make him laugh, and that makes it all worth it to you; his laugh is gorgeous. Both of you give as good as you get, and you both adore this aspect of your relationship. Rest assured, if lines are ever crossed (rare, but it may happen in moments of high tensions or stress), things are talked out and neither of you leave the conversation until it’s been sorted out. Pat never raises his voice at you; even if he’s frustrated, he makes a concerted effort to keep his voice at his usual level. He’s not a fan of shouting, anyway. It’s too aggressive and he’s... not about that. Not unless he has to and even then, he hates it. It’s not who he is or even who he wants to be.

He also adores wrapping one arm around your shoulders, fingers curling around your upper arm, and his other arm going around your hips. His arms are solid heat around you, and Pat puts everything he has into every hug. He squeezes you affectionately, making cute little grunts from the effort as he does so, and he really melts into your touch. He’s been through so much, the poor thing, and he just sinks into everything that you give him, even when he’s the one who initiated the hug. You exchange so many of these touches each day that neither of you can ever keep track of it.

Pat loves your eyes. OMG this boy can and will spend hours lying beside you or on top (or even underneath) of you, his own intense chocolate gaze holding your own. He loves to cup your cheeks in his hands and kiss all of your little freckles. When you’re asleep or your head is nestled in his lap, he likes to trace the small constellations on your face, his fingers light and ghosting across your face as he plays dot to dot. He always has the sweetest smile on his full lips while he looks down at you, his eyes alight with love and with the most tender affection. “You’re so beautiful, Lilith.”.

Nothing makes you fall asleep faster or relaxes you quicker than Pat laying with you while you go to sleep, his fingers in your brown hair, lips on your face and his chest rumbling in suppressed laughter as he loves on his hyena. You saved him from his life in Australia; you took him in when you were just strangers and nursed him back to health and in the process did the two of you fall in love with each other. You rescued him and he likes to tell you this often, just so that you know how much he appreciates everything that you’ve ever done for him, how much he loves you.

Even if Pat stays out late to play pool at the local bar (he doesn’t drink because he knows you don’t like it; and he showers before he comes to bed so that he doesn’t stink to high heaven of cigarette smoke), he makes sure that he’s home in time for you to go to bed; he wants to be there for you so that you know you’re warm and safe and loved, so loved. He may not understand it at first, but after the first few times it happens, he learns quickly how to help you during and after sleep paralysis and/or nightmares. “Hey, hey, Lilith - look at me. Look at me. There you are. It’s okay, love, you’re safe. Starlight’s looking after his moonchild, hm?” He won’t let you go if you don’t want him to - whatever you need, bb <333

You’re loud and chaotic and Pat vibes so well with that. And don’t you dare muffle your laugh or hold it in - he wants to hear you. “Why do you do that, hm? Hide your laugh. Don’t be like everyone else because you’re not, and I love that. So come on - let me hear you.” His chocolate eyes melt as he looks at you, your head thrown back in laughter, your eyes closed when it’s really going... You’re fucking gorgeous and once he’s heard your laugh at it’s most chaotic, he never wants to hear anything else.

Pat always makes sure that he smokes away from you - he’ll straight up quit for you if you ask him to, he’s not afraid to do so, but if you allow him to continue the habit then he makes sure to step outside or, if it’s raining or snowing, to lean out the window. He always keeps you in his mind with anything that he does. After the death of his grandpa, you are his entire world and everything that he is, everything that he does, is for you. You’re both so, so full of love and your hearts are huge so you cling to each other so tightly. You’re almost always together - unless you’re attending classes or the other is held up somehow. He’s right there when classes end, pulling you back into his arms to bring you back to bed, his lips peppering kisses all over your face. Just at the point that you’re pressing your face up into his lips, wanting more of everything, he laughs and jumps up in a whirlwind of dark colours as he grabs you a Monster out of the fridge, coming back to you as he cracks the tab. “You taste way sweeter than that stuff,” Pat wrinkles his nose but you can tell from the way he leans in to kiss you that he only likes it because you’re drinking it. He’s feline in some ways and this is one of the more obvious ones.

You are extremely protective and this... oh, and this is something which he really does love you for. When you overhear people in the corridor talking about how Pat set a “state warden on fire” or “sold his liver” and other ridiculous things... he ignores it but you see his jaw muscles tick and you see the way he glances down with a slight shake of his head. Even if he pretends otherwise, Pat is daily harmed by his reputation; something he didn’t ask for or even want, and you never stand for it. “Hey! Don’t you dare talk about my starlight like that! Say that about him again - I dare you.” Pat watches, wide eyed, as you stalk up to those people. The first few times he tries to stop you, but you always shake him off. After that, he stands back with his arms folded over his chest, grinning and chuckling. “Hey - “ he calls out to the offenders, “Don’t you know to watch out for Hyena? She, er - she bites. And not just in the fun way.” With a wicked smirk and a salacious wink, you’re both turned on - time to visit the bleachers! ;)

Pat defends you, too, always. He will not stand for any of it, especially knowing that you deal with a lot of bullying. “Hey - “ Heavily frowning will he call out those who are bullying you - “If you’ve got a problem with Lilith, you’ve got a problem with me - so come on!” and he won’t back down. This is one of those times he considers himself lucky to have such a fierce reputation - all he has to do is say something like that and stalk forward, and people scatter like ashes in the wind. He turns to you, then - “Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” and he cups your beautiful face in his hands, his intense gaze checking you over. Pat diffuses any tension by kissing you so soundly that your toes curl in your socks.

When you get insecure about anything, Pat is there with furrowed brows, watery chocolate eyes as he listens to you - the things you don’t like about your body or about your personality or about your BPD and other illnesses - he listens to everything and he pulls you into his broad chest. One arm wraps around your waist and the other smooths up and down your back in fluid motions. Your fingers in his dark curls, your lips feathering kisses all over his face, your legs entangled... you often fall asleep after heart to hearts in which you open up to each other and somehow bond on an even deeper level than before.

“Don’t you ever change yourself, Lilith. Not for anyone or anything - unless it’s for you and because you want to. Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want. You’re so strong, love. You work impossibly hard and you love even harder. You have a heart of gold, moonchild, don’t you see? I love you, so much. Don’t you ever forget it, okay?”

He’ll bring you to tears but that’s okay. He’ll kiss and wipe every tear away and crack jokes to make you laugh. Patrick loves you so much that it genuinely hurts sometimes and he knows that he’s also cherished and adored.

“Peppermint?” // “Hm?” // “You’re such a pretty boy.” // An amused chuckle. “You think I’m a pretty boy?” // “You’re my prettiest pretty boy.” You always get kissed for such a wonderful compliment - Pat adores being called a pretty boy. It’s one of his many secrets and only you’re trusted with it. It’s just another way for him to say that he loves you.

Both of you act tough but both of you feel and hurt deeply. You’re always there for each other, through better or for worse, and so long as you’re able to come home to each other, why, you both have the entire world. You’re his hyena and he’s your koala and that’s the way it’s always been and will always be.

#patrick verona #10 things i hate about you #patrick verona matchup #10 things i hate about you matchup

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yavannah · 4 years ago

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Part 8, Anaconda

Westridge sat in his field waiting for what was to come and guessed that what those men were planning for them would certainly not be anything pleasant. He looked at the environment silently and frowned as it looked as if something had moved in the middle of the long grass. Something big, dark and oblong. He didn't know if he should have been warned others, but when he looked again at where he had seen the movement, there was nothing anymore but tall hay, shrubs and flowers, and some boulders.

“Sanders and Jones you and that savage, and young Mr. Cale are coming to the temple, Adams, you’re going to watch Mr. Westridge and if he tries anything, well, you know for sure what you should do,” Carl shared his command.

“Sure,” Adams replied, glaring brutally at Westridge. He would surely know what to do and a little more while the others were elsewhere.

Westridge was silent, but could easily read on the man's face that he was guaranteed to take the opportunity and carry out his revenge. And it wouldn’t be any pleasant experience either, he thought and swallowed.

Carl, Sanders headed to the temple, Jones dragging Bira and Alejandro with him, Adams staying to watch Westridge sitting on the ground, hands behind his back.

Eventually, the five disappeared completely from view and only the two of them were open. Adams looked at Wesridge like a beast looking at his prey before his final blow. The man got up and began to step towards his victim.

Westridge followed the man's movements and knew he wouldn't be able to do anything tied up. But what seriously got him into terror was not Adams, but some all-too-familiar dark big reptile behind Adams. He remembered all too well that triangular head, the yellow eyes, and the bifurcated tongue that felt the air.

“You should be afraid,” Adams said with a brutal grin and stepped closer to Wesridge, who tried to retreat in the power of escape, but with his hands tied behind his back, it was very difficult. Eventually, he stumbled on his back and could only stare at Adams and the giant snake behind the man preparing to strike. A horrified fearful squeal escaped his mouth.

Breathing hard, he turned awkwardly to his stomach, from which he tried to scratch his feet, and thus could not see what was happening behind him. He heard the terribly frightened Scream and turned to look. Adams stared at the snake for a moment and then began to run away from the open in horror, his hands fluttering to the side as if the man had taken off. But the snake was much faster and quickly caught the man.

Westridge could only watch in horror as the snake wrapped around its prey, tighter and tighter. He knew from his own experience how it felt, and really didn’t want to experience it again. The compressive force that caused the blood vessels to bang in the ears and blocked breathing and caused the bones to crumble and eventually rupture. And that pain, he didn’t even want to remember it, it was way too horrible.

His heart went wild, he tried to get up and soon it worked. Still tied behind his back, he began to run toward the building and almost stumbled on his way to Adams' backpack, which had been left in the grass. But luckily he managed to stay on his feet and he kept running until he got inside the building. He ran still forward until the floor of his pool betrayed and he fell into some narrow space with his feet above.

The other leg twisted badly under him and he felt how the bones, as well as the ankle, twisted painfully, causing him to growl in pain. In it he lay, on a cold damp floor in a small narrow space from which there seemed to be no escape except from above. Or at least he didn't tell in the dark if there was any kind of doorway in the room.

He tried to turn to a better position, but each movement caused the pain to flash in the injured leg. So he then just decided to land in his field until he figured out what to do.

There he was, you know, how long until he heard someone moving upstairs. Despite the pain, he forced himself to twist into a slightly better position and looked up. He expected to have seen the light of day, but no, only deep darkness was visible from above. That someone was still moving upstairs, but because it was very dark, he didn’t tell who or what was moving there.

Westridge did not dare to shout, fearing that those men would be there. He was still trying to listen and then he heard the woman's voice and right after the light of a flashlight appeared, which seemed to be moving here and there.

“Help!” Westridge shouted desperately, thinking the person upstairs wasn’t men, but apparently Terri, Cale, and Danny had somehow gotten free and had been following them here.

The voices seemed to fade away as he shouted again. It took a moment and another until the sounds returned and someone noticed this deep pit, now pointing down with his lamp.

“Westridge!” Came an astonished voice, but it was hard for Westridge to see who it was, as the light from the flashlight dazzled his eyes.

“Down here,” Westridge shouted and gasped in pain, “I fell and I think my leg was broken,” he said.

"Is there any way you can get out of there?" Terri asked.

“No,” Westridge said now in a slightly quieter voice, the forces seemed to fade, “my hands are still tied,” he added and tried to look up again. This time he saw Terri peeking gently at the pit.

“Wait a minute, we’ll help you get out of there,” Terri said.

“Thank you,” Westridge shouted in pain and then everything went dark.

Upstairs, Terri tried to stare down and saw that Wesridge was lying motionless, no longer answering her cries.

“Dad,” Bushika shouted, but got no response and began to be seriously worried, “no ... is he,” he began, looking miserably at Terri.

"I don’t think so. He’s just lost consciousness, ”Terri said, trying to reassure Bushika, who seemed anxious and certainly for a reason,“ we would need a rope to get down there without breaking our limbs, ”she continued.

“Wait a minute,” Danny said and began digging into his own backpack, which he had longingly grabbed with him. There were now drinks confiscated from Adams' backpack, as well as some dry food, first aid supplies, and a rope. He handed the rope to Terri and dug up the first aid kit, “take this too, you may need it,” he remarked.

“Let’s lift him up here first, it can be hard to see down there,” Terri replied.

“All right, I’ll put you down,” Danny promised and tied the other end of the rope around himself, hoping the rope would be long enough to reach the bottom of the pit. The gap itself did not seem very deep, fortunately, otherwise Westridge might have died, even though he still did not look very good.

Terri nodded and tied the other end of the rope to his waistband and began to ache downward, with Cale guarding and Danny giving the rope more as Terri descended.

Eventually Terri got to the bottom. She lit it with a flashlight and found that there would have been access from there, but of course it was of no use to Westridge in the present state, let alone that he had been conscious. For the foot looked really bad. The ankle was at a strange angle, as was the lower leg and both were badly blue-red variegated and already slightly swollen.

Terri cut the rope around Westridge's wrists and threw the rags away. Nasty red abrasions had been left on the wrists, as the rope had been quite tight.

To be continued...

Again so sorry if there is any mistakes or typos in the text. And so sorry that that snake looks so awfully stupid. Of course, I would have been very happy to download better looking snakes into my game if only there were any available, but at least I haven’t found more than two different (and not so good) ones yet. Oh, and a couple of accessory versions, which in turn are so small that they can't, even with good will, be called a giant snake. Of course, if someone wants and bother to make a little better snakes, preferably of course in different positions and suitable poses for the Sims, on the subject, then I would be more than happy. :)

Oh and huge thanks to cc makers and pose makers. As well to mr Hyde too. :)

#anaconda fanfic #anaconda #fanfic #fanart #westridge #rescue #terri #cale #danny #bushika #temple #JH #the sims 4 #the sims 4 jungle adventure

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davidlratliffstories · 5 years ago

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Decided to write a set of quick scenes from some dialogue prompts I found.

promptsforthestrugglingauthor:

The morning after the battle, her brain held nothing more than fog and regret. She pressed her fingers against the hot tin of her cup, hoping to find its usual comfort, but instead barely registered its burn.

She had lost friends. Allies. And she was beginning to think her faith would be next.

The sun creeped up over the horizon, illuminating the broken buildings and shattered tombs around her. Its golden rays glistened in the blackening pools of the corpse riddled ground. Talia’s nose scrunched up knowing that soon the chilled night air would fade and the stench would grow even less tolerable.

She just sat there, her back pressed against what remained of an old grave marker as she clung to her trusty tin cup filled with a hot, bitter drink. She stared out into the ruins trying to think, but found the fog of war still clouding her mind. The heat of the cup all but seared her fingers as she squeezed it hard, seeking the usual comfort from the burn, but barely registering the pain.

So many allies, so many friends fell here. She saw them cut down one by one. She felt the heat of their blood spray across her face. They were still there, laid out on the battlefield.

Was it really worth it? She stood up against those she saw as evil. She defended that which she believed to be true and right. Yet she did so by betraying and slaughtering her own people. Could the gods really look down and give her praise for this bloody deed?

promptsforthestrugglingauthor:

“Well, I admit this isn’t how I thought this would turn out,” A said to B as the jail cell slammed shut in front of them.

With a sudden clang and click, the cell’s iron door slammed shut in front of them, locking in place. Maric and Valen looked over the open wing of the prison as the guard wandered off about his other duties. The sound of hoots and jeers echoed from all around.

“Well,” Valen chirped, “this is not how I imagined things going.”

Maric turned to him slowly, “Oh really, because I thought it went just swimmingly. Especially the part where you decided to expose yourself on the stand In front of the entire jury.”

“That was an accident.”

write-it-motherfuckers:

“What’s your most precious memory?”

“.....Honestly? That time when we sat in that shitty little car park late at night, eating those disgusting chips from the petrol station with the broken sign.”

“.....Seriously? Why?”

“Because that was the first time I ever saw you smile for real.”

All was silent that night as they sat huddled together along the shore. The chill waters tickled their feet, left bare in the sand, and the not too distant, yellow street lamps bathed the scene in a gentle light. Mark would normally have some music playing on his phone, but it just didn’t feel right, not now.

Sarah squeezed his arm. “Do you have a memory so dear to you that you never want to lose it?”

“What?”

“Mine is of my grandfather. He raised horses.” She pushed herself closer to him. “My parents told me never to go near them, that I would get hurt. But Papaw thought otherwise.

“He would take me out to the stables where I would feed them carrots and help brush their coats. He even got a little pony and a saddle just for me so we could go riding together. We did too, every chance we had.”

She chuckled, “My parents weren’t too happy about it when they found out. But he talked them into letting it go.” She nuzzled her head against his shoulder and looked up at him. “What about you?”

Glancing down, he let out a sigh. “Truthfully?”

She hummed a confirmation.

“It was not long after we first met. I still had that old junker and we were sitting on the hood in that parking lot. We shared a bag of those nasty ketchup chips from that gas station with the broken sign.”

“Seriously?” she laughed. “Why that one?”

“It was the first time I ever saw you smile. Like really, truly smile. Just like you did a moment ago when you were talking about your grandfather. You were talking about him then too.”

She moved his arm up over her shoulders as she buried her head in his chest. “I always wanted to start a ranch of my own and raise horses like he did. I wanted to start a family there and we would all go riding every day. We would gallop across the open fields in the warm sun and stop to picnic on the side of a hill overlooking the trees. I always wanted that. It was all I could ever think about.”

He squeezed her close, feeling her tremble as she cried. “Yeah. I really like the sound of that.”

They fell silent again as Mark looked far up above the rolling waters. The flaming orb streaked the sky with its red glare, growing ever larger as it plummeted toward them. It would not be long now.

@awriterslifeforme:

“What did one wave say to the other?”

“I swear, if you make one more ocean related pun, I will murder you on this island and say you died in the shipwreck.”

“...well someone’s salty.”

Maric and Valen lied down on the warm sands of the small island. No boat, no food, no water, and not even enough material in the patch of greenery nearby to make a shelter. They just lied there hoping for someone to happen by.

“Ah-ha, I have another.”

“I swear by all that is holy, Valen,” Maric stated flatly, “if you make one more sea pun I will drag you out there and hold you under until the bubbles stop.”

“Well, you don’t need to be salty about it.”

Valen bolted away as Maric suddenly raised up next to him.

multiwhump:

"L-Let's go again," Protagonist's barely healed lips splits open again as they force the words out of their sore throat.

Antagonist raises an eyebrow, expression dull, "Excuse me?"

"What? You- you think I can't fuckin' take it? You think-" Protagonist coughs and Antagonist can hear a few drops of blood splatter on the ground in front of them. Their nose wrinkles, but Protagonist does not look deterred, "You think I'm weak? I can h-h-handle you."

It was hard to watch. The lad had some spirit to him, that was true, but he lacked the strength and skills to hold his own in so much as a simple tussle in the school yard. Now he was facing down the Dark Lord of the Wastes and losing, badly.

He never even drew his sword on the lad. With just another empty, back-handed strike, he put him back to the ground. Yet, even with his lip split and his nose angled, he dragged himself back up time after time.

“Again,” he choked out.

The Dark Lord looked down at him as he asked with a sigh, “Haven’t you had enough?”

“I can take it.” He coughed suddenly and a spray of blood spattered the ground as he swooned. Planting his sword in the ground, he balanced himself again.

The Dark Lord cringed at the sight. “This is the hero I came to see? Pathetic.”

“No,” he stammered, “I can take you. I will prove to you that I am not weak.”

#my writing #prompts #dialogue prompt #quick story scenes

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dorcasavelinehill · 4 years ago

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YOUR ARMS FEEL LIKE HOME - Ch. 2: What Works For Us

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21747418/chapters/51883102

“So here’s a philosophical question for you: is it really theft if we’re paying exact change plus tax?” Mike squished into the corner against the back wall of the liquor store (after only getting them slightly lost one last time before finding it) and watched intently while Donnie picked the lock. Leo pulled a long face. “It’s still breaking-and-entering. And we’re underage.” He stood squished on the other side, looking around furtively, as if he were expecting their father to step out of the shadows at any moment and catch them red-handed.

April considered his argument. “In America. Not other countries.” Leo looked at her. “What country are we in?” “Doesn’t mean we’re wrong. Could be a bad law.” “It’s not a bad law.” “Are you sure?” Donnie thrust a hand straight up between the pair. “Hi! Remember me? I’m trying to concentrate here!” Mike looked puzzled. “Why do you need your ears to concentrate on picking a lock?” “Someone hit him for me.” Raph gave Mike a light smack across the back of his head. As Mike rubbed his head, not the least bit perturbed, Donnie laughed, “Bingo!” The back door sprang open with a loud bang as it crashed into the far wall. Everyone went very still, waiting for any indication of an alarm going off, silently or otherwise. Even Mike was frozen, waiting, despite being the one who claimed the store alarm had gone on the blink and nobody had bothered to replace or repair it yet. When they were certain the cops weren’t on their way the group relaxed. April chuckled nervously as they made their way inside. “So we’re officially criminals?” Don gave her a light nudge with his elbow. “Only if someone catches us.” “Which we’re not going to let happen,” Leo said pointedly. “Think you can get the register working, Kitten?” April snorted, “No problem,” and set to work on it. “Oooh, Kaluah!” “No.” Leo grabbed Michelangelo by the bandana tails and yanked him back. “We’re buying beer and then we’re leaving. Raph, get me two Bud Lights.” Raphael leveled him a look that could have brought down a mountain. “I ain’t letting ya drink piss water.” He thrust two Shiner Blondes at his older brother. For himself, Raph selected a six-pack of Shiner 97, and snagged a bottle of Blue Moon for April. “Bingo!” April sang out. The register chirped for her and the cash drawer extended. There was no till, naturally, but that didn’t matter. “Bring ‘em over.” She rang up the Blondes, the 97, and the Blue Moon. “Can I have anoth-” “No,” Raph said. Annoying, but April didn’t feel like getting into it with him. Mike brought over a six-pack of some weird IPA thing called El Dorado, while Donnie grabbed a six of Guinness Extra Stouts. When nobody was looking, Don dropped her a wink. She ducked her head and hid a smile. At least one of the boys wasn’t going to baby her tonight. She rang it all up. Leo shrugged and dropped several neatly-folded bills on the counter top. “Alright, not exact change. They can call it a tip.” “They want a tip,” Donnie grumbled, “here’s a tip - get a new security system. Prefereably not one advertised on your local paranormal podcast.” “Ah, Donnie.” Raph slapped Don on the shoulder. “Nobody robs nobody in dis part ‘a town. Billionaires’ Row’s right down the street. Who’s gonna break in here?” He smirked and snagged his six-pack, leading the way out the back door. “Well, I ought to leave the door unlocked on principle,” Don snarked quietly. He didn’t, though. Locking up was easier than unlocking the door without a key. They stuck to the shadows, returning to their rooftops. Their rooftops - nobody else in the city could claim them the way the kids did. Running was freedom. Rooftop to rooftop was a straight path that only required a leap of faith, something all of them took fearlessly. The boys were machines of muscle and sinew that sprung and landed with precision. April was a little goat, her sneakers skidding on landing, but always recovering her balance in an instant, never losing her footing. They flung themselves at a building that towered over the roof they ran across. As they ran, jumped, and climbed, they caught hold of window ledges, siding, brick, and metal fire escapes. They accomplished all of this with no more sound than a quiet sigh of mortar and a gentle shiver of metal, while the children clambered skyward onto the next roof. Every movement was finesse. They moved fluidly, unseen from building to building, following the bright moonlight until they found a good spot with a nice view and plenty of room. It wasn’t the observation deck at The Rock, but they had a decent view of Central Park and the skyline.

*****

April unhooked her camera from the back of her belt. All the buildings glowed like fireflies in the darkness. She photographed the skyline, getting wide angle shots of several buildings, then photographed people dancing in the street far below them. She even managed to get several shots of a party bus moving slowly down a side street, the music, mostly dance remixes of popular tunes, drifting up as the bus passed by. April swayed, feeling the rhythm, then turned back to her brothers. They sat on the edge of the roof across from her, beers settled neatly against the ledge wall, safe from falling over. She seated herself between Mike and Don, kicking her legs like a little kid. Donnie handed her a bottle from his six-pack instead of the Blue Moon Raph had picked out for her. Either Raph wasn’t paying attention or he’d decided it wasn’t worth arguing about. Around them, the city sang. “Pretty night,” Mike said. “It’s going to start getting cold next month,” Leo said. He pulled a grimace that the others sympathized with. Of all of them, Leonardo felt the cold the worst, though he had learned how to power through it. This was probably going to be the last time they could get out for a long night before the weather got really nasty. That was probably the main reason their father chased them out for the evening. They had never kept to a strictly “human” schedule; the end of September marked a break period from intellectual learning and a return to heavy physical exercise. More advanced combat lessons, extended sparring practice in the dojo, and “winter cleaning,” where their entire home was inspected from bottom to top, searched out for any weaknesses in either defense or in structural integrity. Donnie took a long swig of his beer. “The service manual for the Triumph came yesterday.” Raphael grinned widely. “Awesome!” “You know we’re going to have to start from scratch with the engine,” Donnie said. Raph shrugged. “We gotta start somewhere.” “Oh, God,” Mike sighed. April buried her face in her hand. In March, Raphael and Donatello had pooled their funds and purchased a pile of junk they claimed was a 1973 Triumph Bonneville T120V. According to them, it was a motorcycle. Leo called it a relic of a bygone era. Mike declared it a desperate cry for help. April had hummed “Taps” over it and covered it with an old table cloth, the better to shield the remains from impressionable eyes. Despite its sad condition, Donnie and Raphael played around with it throughout the spring and summer, trying to catalog all the parts and determine what needed the most attention. Don tried looking for instructions online and came to the conclusion they needed a good, solid, hard copy of the service manual if they wanted to get it back to working condition - the idea of smearing grease and assorted bits of metal over his computer rubbed him the wrong way, and anyway, a manual took up less room than a laptop. Raph wasn’t inclined to talk as much as, say, Michelangelo, and if Donnie got lost in a project, he could be silent for hours while he observed or made notes or whatever he was doing. Get them on the subject of the Triumph, though, and you couldn’t shut them up. Automotives not being her thing, April quickly cut in before they could start talking specifications or spark plugs or whatever went into making a motorcycle. “Think Splinter will start training me on the sword this winter?” “Nope,” Raphael said. She jerked, eyes going wide. “What do you know that I don’t?” Her lips pulled down into a tight scowl. “You don’t got the muscle mass.” He took a long swallow of beer, finished the bottle, and set it down behind him, fetching another one. Without looking at Raphael, Leo casually reached out a hand and yanked hard on his bandana tails. Raph’s head jerked. He spat out a, “Fuck, Leo!” and glared at his older brother. Leo shook his head warningly. “That’s between her and Father. Keep your beak out of it.” Mike said, “I think you could -” Leo interrupted. “You, too, Mikey. Father’s the Master. He decides who trains with what.” “Thank you,” April said. She brought her bottle to her lips and was surprised to find it empty. “These go too fast.” Donatello handed her another of his beers. Raph watched the exchange silently. He could be such a judgy bastard sometimes, even if he didn’t come out and say anything. April quite deliberately opened and drank half the bottle while he watched. She wasn’t some baby anymore, after all. Mike rolled his eyes at all the unnecessary drama. “I’m staying out of it,” he said, pointedly looking at Leo, “but I think you can tell Dad what you want to learn. You don’t know he’ll say ‘no’ unless you try, right?” “Mmm.” April shrugged. “I guess. Just, if we’re gonna be stuck inside all winter, I want to learn something interesting. I hate going into lock-down.” She banged her heels against the side of the building. “I feel like a rabbit hiding in a hole in the ground.” Raph reached behind Don to grab her pigtail, but he only gave a little yank, not a rough pull. “Yeah.” His version of rough sympathy. April rubbed her head, thinking about the long, dark months ahead. The collective mood was somber. The run had been fun, and the chase, but that couldn’t dispel the dark cloud hanging over the five of them. Mike snorted and unhooked a small cellular device from the back of his belt, muttering, “Screw it,” under his breath. He poked at the touch screen. Music came out, blasting at first. He had to quickly lower the volume while the others winced. “Hang on, hang on.” The quality was a little tinny, but it was perfectly danceable. Stevie Nicks’ hypnotic voice belted out the grainy beginings of April’s favorite song

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night And wouldn’t you love to love her?

He set the phone on the edge of the ledge, climbing onto the roof proper and tugging on April’s pigtails lightly. “C’mon, Kitten. I don’t wanna waste the last long night out, y’know?” April grinned and gave Mike a playful shove. “Knock it off.” “No, really!” Mike looked over April’s shoulder and wagged his brow ridges. “Leo, tell April she has to dance with me!” Leo sipped his beer without looking at either of the little ones. “April, go dance with Mike.” His lips turned up at the corners. Rolling her eyes, April hopped over the ledge to join Mike. It wasn’t exactly a dancing song, but it was her favorite, and Michelangelo was as inclined to indulge her as Leo or Raph. Mike wrapped his right arm around her waist, taking her hand and giving her a quick spin before pulling her closer and taking the lead. Leo, Raph, and Donnie swiveled around to watch the two of them finding the rhythm.

She is like a cat in the dark And then she is the darkness She rules her life like a fine skylark And when the sky is starless…

April ignored the first icy breath of the wind against her cheeks and shut her eyes, pretending the whole world was watching, like she had a spotlight on her, and instead of tight-fitting, black-and-grey leggings and wrap-around shirt, she wore a long, flowing dress and fresh flowers in her hair.

Rhiannon...

The background singers repeated, and then were abruptly cut off by a high-pitched voice suddenly crooning, Ohhhh This is a story ‘bout a guy named Al, and he lived in the sewer with his hamster pal, and all of them were startled out of whatever reverie they were all in. Mike dropped April’s hand and rushed for the phone, picking it up just as the jingle died. His thumbs flew as he texted madly. Leo turned to Donnie. “Did you check in?” he asked a little anxiously. Donnie shook his head. “You were supposed to!” “I thought you were! You told him you would!” “I said we would! We, as in ‘any one of us!’” Between them, Raph looked disgusted. “You two’re hopeless.” Mike finished typing out his text and listened for the beep. “He says make sure we’re home on time.” “That’s a given,” Don said. “Anything else?” Leo asked. The phone beeped again. “Um. He wants a selfie of us,” Mike said. Don squished close to Raph on one side, Leo on the other. April climbed into Don’s lap and ducked her head a little so she wasn’t blocking either Raph or Donnie’s faces. Mike crouched between Raph and Leo and held his phone up sideways, preparing to take a picture. “Everybody smile!” He paused for a moment, then said, “Raph, c’mon, smile.” “I am smiling,” said Raphael. He did not smile. “Damn it, Raph, just smile!” Leo said, poking him in the side. In retaliation, Raph parted his lips in an epic grimace, displaying teeth in shark-like proportions. Mike snapped the picture and sent it before Leo could protest. “Damn it, Raph!” “That was a smile! I smiled!” The two of them went back and forth for a minute when the phone beeped again. Michelangel read the response, then groaned loudly, grabbing their attention. “Eh?” “Wha-?” Mike rubbed his eyes, a headache apparently setting in. He handed the phone to Leo, who read it, shut his eyes, and blew a loud sigh out his nose, before passing the phone over to Raph. Raph took the phone, read it, and screamed, “Sonovabitch!” Donnie snatched the phone away while Raphael advanced on his younger brother. He held it out for April to read it with him. The message was short and simple. “Next time, make sure the beer bottles are not in frame.” Her stomach sinking, she scrolled the text screen up. There, indeed, was the photograph, shot at an angle to get everyone in frame, two half-empty sixers included by Mike’s feet. “You couldn’t pay attention for two seconds?” Raph hollered at Mike. Mike rolled his eyes, but his mouth pulled down guiltily at the corners. “Gezuz, Mike!” “You guys didn’t move! You just squished in! Why weren’t you paying attention?” Leo said, “Maybe we should pack it in.” He looked regretfully at the untouched beer bottles. “Yeah,” April said, “head home early and avoid being beheaded at dawn. He can kill us immediately.” And then a flash of light. Everyone blinked, caught off-guard. “Was that lightning?” Mike asked. “That was not lightning,” Leo said. All heads turned to April. As baffled as they were, she pointed both hands at her right hip, where her camera remained undisturbed. Meaning, if it wasn’t her camera flash going off… A second flash alerted the group to the direction of the camera. They turned and looked. Two buildings down, there was a mild commotion. Of the camera man, all they could make out at this distance was a hunched figure that looked like it was wearing a mask. It stood up straight when they looked at it, cocked its head, and then apparently figured out they realized it was there, because it turned on its heels and took off at top speed, jumping from one roof to the next, more clumsily than they, but surprisingly fast. “Oh,” said Leo. “Shhhhhhhhit!”

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carrietrekkie · 5 years ago

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The perfect moment.

So, let´s see what happens in Cathrins first week aboard of the Enterprise. This one connected directly to The joy and burden of a Captain.

It started a few moments before Chris decided to make finally a step forward. I hope you like it. Finally they getting closer!

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"Here for you." I had not really entered the turbolift yet, as Spock already held out to me a PADD. "Good Morning." "Yes, right." He nodded to me. "Good Morning." I smiled, then accepted the PADD. "What's this?" "The plan you wanted." He tapped the display. "This should help you to find your way around, until you know where you find something." "Thanks, that's really nice of you. Then I'll take a look around. "The lift stopped and I got out. "Um." "The pink dot indicates where you are right now." "You bugged me?" I just wanted to protest, but the door closed and left me perplexed. "And why did the dot have to be pink?" Here I was, somewhere between the engine room and the infirmary. My only problem was that there were at least three decks in between, according to plan. I sighed and put my head to the left, then to the right, and decided on the gear that started right in front of me. That cannot be that hard? I wandered off and let myself drift through the corridors of the ship.

I found various recreation rooms, holds, the botany and eventually even the recreational deck and that really knocked me over. There was a gym, with swimming pool, a large common room, various activity rooms and, that was the killer, a park. Complete with fountain, stream and bridge over it. "Insane." As I left the deck, I passed the access to the computer core and then passed the main deck access. There were the offices of senior officers, transporter rooms, and then I felt dizzy. This was a city, not a spaceship. I stepped to a window and looked out into space, rushing past at warp speed. Smiling, I put my hand on the window frame, now I had learned that this was not glass, but transparent aluminum.

"Lady, I didn´t think you would blow me away like that." "If you do that more often, don´t let Dr. Boyd catch you. " I startled and spun around. I was about to get angry, but then I saw who had addressed me. "Chris!" I beamed at him. "I almost forgot how you look like." "Ouch." He smiled as well. "I'm sorry, there's a lot to do and right now I'm enjoying my twenty minute break, before I have to devote myself to a long list of appointments that already suggests that going to bed early today will not come back. " "Twenty minutes?" I gave him a sympathetic look. "How many are left?" "I guess five, maybe seven." He looked at me. "I've spent a while watching you wander around here." "You followed me?" I raised my eyebrow. "If you say it so, it sounds a bit scary." "No, it's kind of cute." "Then I was lucky. Are you going to take a walk with me? "He pointed in the direction I had just come from. "Yes, sure."

He put a hand behind my back and we started walking. It was good to have him with me. Despite the excitement of the last few days, I had missed him terribly. "Are you getting along?" "I'm trying hard." I turned briefly around my own axis. "This ship is gigantic, there is a park here! Did you know that? "He laughed as he listened to me. "I saw people skating there and I was wondering where all the sprained ankles and lacerations came from." "Yeah, I heard about this wondrous place." He nudged me. "I even had the illusion for a while that I could sit there and read on a bench." "Why didn´t it work?" He paused as he stopped in front of a turbolift. "Have you been on the ship for almost five years? "That sounds like a lot of time, I know, but most of the time it was like I was drowsing in the gym and getting into bed after showering." "How mean." I crossed my arms behind my back.

"A suggestion." He came to me again. "We'll meet here tonight and try to eat together? Of course, only if you don´t mind eating around midnight. " "That sounds wonderful." I smiled at him. "If I find the way back again." I pointed briefly in the direction I suspected the deck, he laughed, then reached for my hand and twisted my outstretched index finger in the opposite direction. "Well, I was close." "I'll pick you up." "That sounds even better." I pinched my lips. "Are you asking me for a date?" "What if it were like that?" "Then I would wear something other than my uniform." I rolled my eyes a little. "Sounds good." He raised an eyebrow, then took a step toward me. "Then it's definitely a date. "A broad smile crossed his face. "I've needed long enough, right?" "No, it was just right." I replied. "But I think I need a little tutoring on dates" I put my hands on his chest. "My last date was good 230 years ago. Likely even longer. " "I don´t think so much has changed." He put his arms around me. "It will..." "Captain Pike please on the bridge." His answer was a slightly annoyed growl, then slowly released me. "I have to go." "Never mind." I winked at him. "We have our date. Maybe that will make your day a little easier. " He stepped into the elevator, which was just opening for him again. "What is with you?" "I'm sure Dr. Boyd has some nice little nasties in store for me. "

"I'm sure of that."

I saw him pinch his lips briefly, then he stepped out of the elevator, put his hands to my cheeks, and before I could say anything, he kissed me. I closed my eyes and hoped that moment would last forever, but I knew it wouldn´t. Before I even thought of returning the kiss, he released his lips from mine and smiled at me.

"See you later Cathrin." "See you later Chris." He stepped back and I watched with beating hearts as the doors closed and left me behind.

I didn´t know then that I wouldn´t see him for a few days. I was about to finish my shift in the infirmary when Captain Pike's Yeoman brought me a small card. I thanked him and opened it. Handwritten there was a message from him. "Cathrin, I'm terribly sorry, I will not make it. I'll make it up to you Chris. " Although he denied me, I could hardly be angry at the charming way he had done it. Sighing, I pocketed the card, took my "homework" and went to my quarters. I never threw this card away, for a while it was a mark in the book I read while falling asleep. I remember exactly that he was terribly upset when he found it, not because I still had it, but because he had been so stupid at the time to cancel that date.

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These first days on board the Enterprise flew past me, otherwise I couldn´t say it. Dr. Boyd meant that with his crash curse really deadly. I fell asleep at the end of my shift on the infirmary, slept for a few hours, then ate something and study. Apart from the extremely sophisticated technology for me and the fact that there are not just human patients, not much had changed. The paperwork had actually gotten a little less because the computer was doing some work on its own, but I was overwhelmed with what I where allowed to do. In a few hours we would reach the earth and there would be a lot going on, I was told. There was an official reception for the crew, then everyone had a few days of shore leave and the night before the new mission start there was a ball. I found that the most confusing, maybe Spock later got something that I could pull out of his nose. What I would do with my land vacation, I didn´t know yet. I wanted to see the Starfleet headquarters, as far as I was, the rest… That just scared the hell out of me.

I shook off these thoughts and tried to focus on the lecture I was going through. Around me, there was a mood just like before Christmas. Which I could understand. After a long time they finally saw their families again, for some it would be the last flight with the Enterprise, which would mean that there were soon new people to meet. Someone laughed behind me and after trying once more to tell me that Andorians were born with two instead of one stomach, I gave up and leaned back. The team cafe was probably not the best choice, but I had been a little lonely in my quarters.

I hadn´t seen Chris really since our start almost a week ago. We had met a few times in the hallways and there was that lovely, to short kiss but time to talk was never much. I had to admit that I missed him and that wouldn´t be any better for the next time.

"At least try to look happy." I looked up and faced Number One. She held a tray in her hands and looked at the empty chair next to me. "Please." I made her seat on the table. "Are you alright?" She sat down. "Yes, I was just thinking." I tapped my records. "I wanted to read a bit more before going to my appointment with Dr. Boyd. " "As far as I know, you have no reason to be nervous." She pulled out her fork and began poking her fries. I straightened up. "Do you know something I don´t know?" "Maybe." She started to eat and I spread my arms as she let me hung in the air. "Commander!" "I shouldn´t do that." She sighed. "Dr. Boyd would be mad if I messed up his ride."

"Nonsense, the man is a drama queen. He finds a new reason to explode faster than I can drink my coffee." I leaned against her. "I really need something constructive." "Captain Pike will soon have more time again." She reached for the sauce. "He likes to handle all paperwork and requests before a mission starts. So that he can go on without burden in the new task." "Um, okay, that's good to know, but why are you telling me that?" I raised my eyebrows. "You wanted something constructive." "Yeah." But for once that had not been what I was after, at least for the moment. "But I actually meant in relation to Dr. Boyd and my place in the infirmary." She gave me one of her unfathomable smiles. "I wouldn´t worry about that. Dr. Boyd was at Pike earlier and the captain signed with joy. "I smiled at her. "You are now officially a member of Starfleet Medical Corps." She replied. "In education." "No joke?" "I would never dare." She continued eating. "I'm happy for you." "Thanks." I couldn´t help but grin, which was not the best response given the person who was just entering the room and headed straight for us.

"Ms. Zimmer!" Boyd dropped enthusiastically in the chair to my right. "Just the woman I was looking for." "I would be wary of that statement." I grinned at him and he back. "What gives us the honor?" "Number One, I have wonderful news." Now he smiled at the first officer, then at me again. "However, for my new paramedic in training." "No, honestly?" I did my best to be surprised, but I didn´t succeed, but I didn´t want to give it be beaten yet. "Are you serious?" Quietly, I heard the commander chuckle beside me, that put my already weak performance the killing blow. "Why did you betray it?" Boyd glared at the first officer. "I was so looking forward to do it." "That's my flaw." She shrugged, probably should be an apology. "I knew that." I pricked off a piece of my cake. "And I am honored that you will share your knowledge with me Dr. Boyd." That seemed to soothe him.

"And I'm looking forward to teaching you." He stood up, seemingly expecting me to do so, because he looked at me. "I would like to give you the appropriate documents." "Right now?" I reached for the brownie and bit again, then stood up. "Of course." He nodded. "The next few days are getting too chaotic and if you find time, you have something to read." "How farsighted of you." Number One was still clearly fun, Boyd tried to ignore her. "Okay." I reached for my cup, put the cake in my mouth, chewed hard and swallowed the much too big bite down. "Let's go." I felt the cake crack on in my stomach. "Very good, efficient. Medics eat when there is time. "He started and with a big grin, I threw in the direction of the first officer, I followed him to the infirmary.

"At the time, finishing your class, it raises you to the rank of an officer, which means you'll also have to complete some levels of command training and Starfleet regulations." Now I figured I'd been accompanying Tilly on the Discovery. "I am highly motivated and looking forward to the challenge." "I am glad to hear that." We reached the infirmaries and Boyd started providing me with educational materials, if that were books I needed a wagon to bring them to my quarters, so it was just a PADD and a small box of data carriers. "I will also call you when extraordinary situations arise." "All the time?" I looked at him. "If I am on duty or I think it makes sense, yes." I bit back a sigh. Apprenticeship years are not men's years, my father has always said that. "Okay doctor." I smiled instead. "Of course, you can also cancel and I understand everyone's private life, rest periods are important, but don´t let it become a habit."

"What private life?" I watched as he passed me. "You must not forget that we have time in spite of everything, you must remember that your life expectancy is now many times higher than in your time and eventually there will be more in your lives than running after me." "If you say that." I just realized how quiet it had become. "Not busy today?" "All preparations are already in progress for the arrival on earth. We get new staff and equipment and don´t forget the holiday. " I nodded, the thought of vacation still causing my stomach ache. Spock had sent me the transport coordinates for my home and confronted me with what I wanted to do. Stupid Vulcan, that's what I said to him. "Ms. Zimmer to the bridge, please. "I looked up involuntarily as Pike's voice rang out from the infirmary's Com, then I pressed the talk button. "Here, I'll be right there." Then I looked at Boyd. "Did I do something?" Boyd glanced at one of the screens, then smiled at me. "I think I know what's going on." "OK." "Let's go." He made a movement as if to scare me away. "We are done for today." "See you later." I waved to him, then hurried to follow the captain's orders. I still didn´t belong official to Starfleet, but it was better not to stand in the way of the chain of command.

I reached the turbolift to the bridge, gave my destination and took the few seconds it took to figure out why I should be there. The lift opened and I entered the bridge of the USS Enterprise. Again, the mood was solved and just when I wanted to be a little uncertain around the area, Pike turned to me. "That was fast." He smiled at me. "It sounded somehow urgent." I looked around. "Maybe." He pointed to the screen. "I thought you might want to see this." "Reaching the sol system." "Impulse engines." Pike turned back to the front. "Go under warp." The typical Warp lights in front of the window vanished and disappeared into the starry sky and after we passed a few planets very quickly, I finally saw something that I knew.

I stepped next to the command chair, I didn´t know where else to stand. In front of the Enterprise, Saturn with its rings pasted, then joined by Jupiter. Time and again, spaceships and stations crossed our path, and as we passed Mars, which looked completely different, I felt myself getting nervous. And then I saw it. I had seen pictures, but even the highest resolution photos couldn´t match what was just before my eyes. Blue and sparkling, it floated in space, the earth. I left my place next to Pike and walked a few steps to the screen. I couldn´t see that he was smiling slightly, I was too much attached to what was going on in front of my eyes.

Here, too, scurrying satellites and spaceships, if I hadn´t known that this was the headquarters and heart of the Federation, that sight would have left no doubt, and as if all that had not been overwhelming enough, the most incredible space station I've ever seen pushed itself from the side of the picture. More and more, the familiar blue filled in the window. The perfect moment, I was sure, the more frightened I was by the beeping of the Com, just sounding through the bridge. "We are hailed." "Open ship-wide channel." Pike got up from his chair. "Captain Pike, this is Admiral Johnson of the High Command." "We hear you admiral." "Welcome back, USS Enterprise." I could hear the clapping around me. "Space Dock 1, you're expected in San Francisco in an hour." "Understand High Command, Enterprise end." I still stood there watching now as we turned and headed for the Utopia Planetia, then I could hear footsteps behind me. "Welcome Home." His voice so close to my ear gave me goose bumps all over my body and I glanced back over my shoulder and looked straight into his blue eyes.

I was sure I was beaming from ear to ear, as he beamed at me, as would be the best at this moment that brought the whole crew to dance, that he could give me a pleasure. "Thank you." I just hoped that I didn´t blush. If I had been aware that the entire bridge crew was watching us, the red alarm would probably have faded with envy, but all I could feel was his hand brushing unobtrusively over my back before he turned around and went back to his chair. He took a seat and opened a channel. "This is Captain Pike." He let his gaze wander through the bridge. "We are home again. I wish you a few nice days with your families before we meet again. For those who leave us I have only the best wishes, I thank you for your services, your sacrifices and your dedication. "Then he got up. "I'd like to ask you to remember a minute of those who didn´t come back with us." A silence fell over the bridge, which seized the entire ship and stopped it until Pike spoke again. "May they find peace. Thank you. Pike end. "

Again they clapped and then the crew brought the docking maneuvers behind and then I could experience, how for the first time on this ship something like hectic broke out. The officers put their stations in a kind of stand-by mode, before saying goodbye to the captain and leaving the bridge. I, on the other hand, still couldn´t take my eyes off the earth. It seemed like years ago that I had seen it, but it was only a few months. "See you the evening after tomorrow?" I looked to the side and found myself facing number one. "What is there?" "The ball." She smiled at me. "I would like to introduce you to someone and you will certainly like it." "How should I imagine that?" "Lots of gorgeous, smartly dressed people eating, having fun and dancing." She sighed a little. "That sounds." I raised an eyebrow. "Cheesy." Number One did the same. "Sorry." "No, it's cheesy, but still pretty." She put a hand on my forearm. "I count on you. You need a dress. " "Where should I get a dress?" "Therefore, where you get all your things." She grinned. "There are endless patterns or you design something out for yourselves." "OK." "I'm looking forward to seeing you." Then she released me and waved to Pike.

Outside, a spaceship flew by and drew my attention back to space. I still couldn´t believe what I saw. It was all a crazy dream and at that moment I couldn´t wait for this ship to embark on its mission. "So how long do you want to stand there?" I couldn´t help but smile as Pike stood next to me. "I don´t know how much longer would it be appropriate?" My answer was a buzz and the lights went down.

"This was a hint that it was time to leave." He stepped around me into my field of vision. The sight was not bad either. "Anyway, from the bridge." "Okay." I sighed a little. “We're expected in San Francisco. "He put a hand behind my back and pushed me away from the screen toward the exit. "Do you already know what you do after the reception?" "I'll try not to get lost." I grinned at him. "I've never been to San Francisco before, I can find something." Couldn´t be that hard.

"I have a suggestion." He raised his eyebrows as we made our way to the transporter room. Not only we wanted to go there. The whole crew would beam down. "I'm all ears." I grinned at him. "Or may I guess?" "You'll never get it." Pike laughed a little. "You want to persuade me to go for a spin?" I would have bet a lot that I was right. "I wish it was so." A pitying look hit me. "I have the great pleasure of spending the next few hours in a meeting with other captains and admirals." "Uh, sounds exciting." I tried as encouraging as possible to look. "How long does it take? Because I would need someone to show me the city. "That helped, he giggled a little.

"You don´t believe how tempting that sounds." He sighed again and then looked at me with a look that made my heart beat faster. "And I couldn´t imagine anything better, but I'm afraid that will take forever, especially considering the recent events." "I assume my name will drop a few times as well?" I rolled my eyes. "Would be overdue again." We entered the transporter room and started. "But it's going to be related to being part of my crew now." Pike smiled at me. "Don´t worry, you will leave the planet again with me." "I'll let me ravish to believe you."

I looked forward and the transporter took the last group of people away before Pike and I were the only ones left. Spock and Number One just joined us. "Alright, I cannot get it." I raised my hands as I followed Spock onto the platform. Pike looked up at me from below, then followed me. "Are you telling me?" "I'd rather show it to you." He winked at me, then the transporter grabbed us and brought us to earth. After the transporter jet disappeared, I found myself in sunny San Francisco, a stunning building in the back, the Golden Gate Bridge right in front of me, and the smell of seawater in my nose. "Wow." I took a few steps towards the wall and felt Pike grab my hand and pull me back. I stumbled and he caught me, unnecessarily. "What is?"

"Wrong direction." He smiled happily at me, but didn´t let me go. He looked at me and I caught myself at the thought of kissing him. Here, in front of the entire crew and half the leadership of Starfleet certainly not the best idea, but still a damn enticing. "Turn around." "Okay." I turned and it took me a moment to pick out some familiar faces in the clutter of uniforms and civilians. There they stood change! Tilly, Burnham and other crew members of the Discovery. I turned back to Chris.

"That's not true!" I beamed at him, then hugged him briefly. "Now I'm even more sorry that you have to fumble in this stupid session." I released him, but he didn´t. "I'm allowed to play tomorrow." He laughed and I joined him. "Go and greet all from me." "Thanks, Chris." I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, so close to his lips, as I just considered it appropriate. "I would like to praise it, but that would be undeserved." He chuckled, but kept his thoughts to himself. I let him go, waved him goodbye and then walked over to my friends.

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hectorkent-blog · 6 years ago

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[ run and run as the rains come | self-para ]

TW: Drowning, injury, mentions of homophobia and homophobic violence.

Hector felt like he was back in some place the world wanted forgotten. Charlie’s was certainly a location Montreal never remembered in the first place. It was a gay bar, rundown and in violation of multiple building codes from what he could see, but it was shelter for the night. Charlie’s was filled to the brim with the people all the officials and powerful ignored, and the people who were too unfortunate to make it to the firehouse or the hotel to ride out the storm.

He had been sent there to evacuate the people who were there, but before he could radio his assessment to the chief, someone somewhere added Charlie’s to the official list of safehouses. Maybe an overworked office aide in the mayor’s, who heard Charlie’s as a location spoken over the radios and assumed it was safe, or someone who just didn’t have the whole picture. Wherever the mistake, Hector was on the ground dealing with the aftermath.

There were plenty of people packed shoulder to shoulder in the bar, jostling for a drink or simply a place to stand and make a few phone calls. A few of them he recognized—a man who he picked up on St Christophe and Rue Bousquet as the victim of a gay bashing now with a scar across his eyebrow, a woman from the Le Plateau-Mont-Royal neighborhood who called after suffering an asthma attack.

A few other regular (he could only assume) patrons of the bar hit on him in passing. And about half of them, most of them men, he wouldn’t have turned down, he was surprised to consider. Maybe it was the seriousness of the situation that was making him think like this. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have given it a second thought, would just laughed it off like normal. Stay quiet if someone said something nasty or ugly about those who loved differently, out of fear. After spending the night here, he didn’t think he could stay quiet anymore, not after talking to each and every person here.

In the course of his work, he tried to avoid making himself stand out, but people still remembered him. They shook his hand, said he saved their sister, or their boyfriend, or their grandmother. They were thankful, for both then, and now. About a half of the people in Charlie’s knew him by sight or at least respected his turnout coat. Yet, however much he was known or respected, he was alone.

Hector had people he knew in Charlie’s. Savannah was there, and then he met Emilia who helped him hammer wood over the high windows. He knew something might happen, that these people he loved and liked could be in danger. There was the bar itself, old and falling apart. The inspection file sitting on the desk in the upper office was last dated four years ago. Hector wasn’t sure how such a long time could pass between inspections.

And then there was the distance from the river. And that distance came back to bite them, as Hector came out of the back room. Savannah had left, going to talk with some tall blond man (who bore a curious resemblance to her, but Hector had more to think about in that moment than the identity of a random stranger in a bar talking to his ex). Hector was about to walk over to where he could see Emilia to check on her, when the water rushed through the doors. Sandbags he had stacked so carefully scattered across the floor. Water rushed up over his feet, five and then ten centimeters. Ice cold and frothing, carrying dirt and debris across his waterlogged boots.

People scattered, some small screams coming as tables shifted and moved. A table was pushed into his hip, knocking him sideway a step. It startled him out of his sudden shock. Hector grabbed a few people fleeing in the opposite direction from the advancing water, pulling them towards the doors. With their help, he was able to hold open the doors, calling out to people to escape. They were the bravest of them, to venture out of the relative safety of the higher ground inside of the bar. They came in twos and threes, holding hands in human chains, supporting each other through the shifting field of furniture and rising water.

“Quick, out through the door, hold onto the building, get to high ground!”

Hector kept an informal count in his mind as they fled what could become a death trap. Five, ten, twenty, thirty, fourty. Fourty three. He sent the three helping him hold open the door out through the crack in the door, before the pressure of the water sent him back. It was now around his thighs, the pull of the water making it hard to struggle through the hidden mine field of drifting debris. Hector hit his shins on stools and chairs, jammed his fingers stopping tables from knocking him over. Someone reached out and hauled him towards the bar.

Hector grabbed the bar top, resting for a moment. He made eye contact with all of the people clinging to the bar, resting on tables. It was a frantic sort of communion, an instant brotherhood. Hector didn’t want any to die, and he could only concentrate on getting them out. Not on the way his lips were turning blue, the way his hands were shaking and his nail beds near white, or the pain in his jammed fingers. He could only think of helping these people out, making sure they would survive this.

The saw the stairs behind them, someone waving at them. Hector directed the people still on the ground floor into the stairwell, watching carefully to make sure they made safe. When the last person made it through, he was ready to follow. That was when he made his mistake, and didn’t pay attention enough to notice the table moving beneath the water that was now at his waist.

It collided with him, knocking him over, then passing over his head. The frigid water was a physical force, punching him in the chest and making him take an involuntary breath. The water was freezing, but it felt like fire in his lungs. He could only get his head up, trying to get his knees beneath him but his foot was caught in something, maybe a stool or under a table. He could only keep his head above water so long, before some other debris bowled him over.

Every time he came back up for air, he could hear people screaming. The fear in their voices were indescribable, but only paralleled by his own. Hector could feel himself growing weaker, pulling his body up to get air fewer and fewer times. This, he thought, this is how I die? Not by fire, but by water? It seemed absurd, to see his own death coming in every advancing inch of water. Water was suppose to save, to give birth, to support, yet this water just wanted to kill. His arms were growing weaker, the shivers that had started when he was at the bar top gone now, his arms too numb to feel.

He gave one last attempt at freeing his foot, stiff fingers clawing at whatever the object trapping him was, before relaxing into the icy grip of the water. The water was up to his chin now, in his kneeling position. It took too much effort to try and raise his head, to try and take another breath of air. Blackness was claiming his vision, he couldn’t tell if it was the darkness of the river stealing into the bar, or his consciousness fading—if his eyes were open or if they were closed.

He had to wonder if his parents were waiting for him. His father had been a surfer, in his free time from his practice. He could remember the smell of salt water on his hair when he came home. Hector’s father had described the overwhelming peace of diving beneath a wave, how there was a mountain of clear water above you. When he was younger, he had dived to the deep end of the pool, trying to imagine that. He just wished he could see the water above him, to feel that peace, to feel his father’s arms around him again.

He had given up, but thankfully, thankfully, thank the Allah of his mother, thank whatever higher powers that be, the others had not given up on him. Hands grabbed his shoulders, hauling him out of the murky water. He drew deep breaths, coughing out water that had flooded his lungs. The three or four people around him, all their voices blended and melted together. He couldn’t understand them, but he tried to talk to them through his teeth that were chattering again, and the errant coughs.

“My-My f-foot. It’s caught.”

Someone freed his foot, a bright pain blossoming up through his ankle, making him want to clench into a ball. The hands supporting him kept him floating, pulling him along by his clothes. He slid up over the stairwell, pulled into an office. He laid on the ground in the dark, staring up at a ceiling he couldn’t see, listening to the frantic chatter around him.

He was so, so tired. Someone laid a jacket over him. A pair of hands grabbed his hand, rubbing painfully.

“Leave me, leave me alone.” His words were slurring, he was so tired. “I just want to close my eyes. I just want to rest a minute, please.”

Blood filled his mouth, he didn’t even notice he had bitten his tongue with his teeth chattering. His eyelids were drifting close, he wanted to shut out the shouting around him.

“No, no, don’t close your eyes.” A woman’s voice. Savannah? “You can’t go to sleep, please. Please. Keep your eyes open, love.”

How she said love wasn’t how Savannah said it. Funny, he couldn’t even remember if Savannah had ever called him that. It wasn’t Kori, she wasn’t at the bar, and she would never call him that. He opened his eyes, hissing at his arms being rubbed roughly.

“What’s your name?”

“Hector, huh-” Another hiss, someone trying to tug off his shoes. “Hector Kent. Leave. Leave my, my shoes on. It’s holding my foot in place.”

“Okay, Okay.”

“You’re a firefighter, aren’t you Hector?”

“Huh yeah.”

Someone was laying something scratchy on him, rubbing it against him. Towels? They felt like sandpaper. He kept on blinking, trying to clear his eyes of something.

“Can you turn on the lights in here? It’s so dark. I can’t see anything.” He coughed again. “I don’t want to fall asleep but it’s so dark. Is it nighttime?”

“Don’t fall asleep.” More chatter around him. “We can’t turn on the lights, the power is out.”

His eyes drifted shut again.

“Hey, hey!” A hand rubbed at his face, making him open his eyes again. “You know about hypothermia, right?”

“I’m-” A cough. “I’m a firefighter.” He couldn’t help but laugh, even if nobody else was. It tinged on hysterics. “What the hell do I know about cold?”

It startled a laugh out of the woman who was holding his hand, an involuntary clench of her fingers. Hector tried to return it, but even to him his fingers felt weak. Another jacket was laid on him, over his legs this time.

“What time is it?”

“I don’t know.”

Their conversation went on for a while, Hector learned her name was Elizabeth, she was a student from Victoria, visiting her aunt. A girl, more than a woman, despite her calm. They had gotten separated, she thought her aunt was at the firehouse, maybe at the hotel. She had gotten sent here. Elizabeth kept him awake, bonding over their dogs (her’s was a Shiba Inu, named Sammy), how she was just taking her entrance exams. She wanted to go into nursing.

He told her she would, she would make it. She was keeping a level head right now, she had what it took. It was difficult, they had to pause for him to cough, or to shiver, for others to take turns rubbing at his skin. But she kept him awake. When the reporters talked to him later, he would say she was the hero, not him.

It was dawn, someone said. The storm had passed, Hector could hear the sirens coming, and not the lashing of rain. Hector felt a bit warmer now, but he couldn’t tell if it was just a later stage of hypothermia, or if he was actually warm. Considering he wasn’t wanting to throw off the jackets and towels laid over him, and he was shivering near constantly now, he thought it wasn’t.

Soon enough, there was clattering up the stairs, the indication of first responders arrival. He wondered if this was how noisy he was every time he showed up on a scene. Loud voices broke out, cheers and pleas of help. Someone dropped down heavily beside him, a warm hand on his cheek.

“You’re a fucking bastard, Kent. You know that?”

LeMarc’s blond head of hair filled his vision, his watery laugh flooding his ears.

“We get up here and you’re one of the most seriously injured. Wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“Are you crying, LeMarc? Thought I taught you better.”

There had been quite a bit of movement, and Hector was lifted into a cradle board.

“Is everyone else getting out?”

“Yeah, man. Just concentrate on yourself, Hector. The professionals are here.”

“You’re not one of them, idiot.”

LeMarc was left behind, Hector lifted into the air. He was being carried on the shoulders of other firefighters, carried a foot or two above the water. He could still hear it lapping, but it was retreating. Someone talked.

“We saw your turnout down here man, thought for sure you were a goner. Surprise, surprise, Captain Heroic lives to see another day.”

Captain Heroic. It was the nickname in their house of him, even if he hadn’t gotten the rank of captain, due to a kid he pulled from a wreck calling him a superhero and dispensing the title on him. It had become the running joke, and he was grateful to live to hear it again. He was laughing when he was brought out into the near blinding sunlight.

‘A BAR UNDERWATER AND THE HEROES WHO SAVED IT’

April 3, 2019. Reporting by April Lai.

The massive storm that hit our city inspired countless acts of bravery, some big, but countless smaller ones that will be too numerous to list here. One big act of bravery that has been noticed are the actions of a firefighter, Hector Kent, 34, in one of the most damaged buildings on the waterfront of Montreal. He was the sole firefighter at Charlie’s, a local mainstay within the gay community, turned safehouse in the storm. Around 75 refugees from the storm were gathered inside when the St Lawrence River overflowed the banks. The water broke through the doors, and panic ensued, as we are told by several sources.

When the panic broke out, Mr. Kent took control of the situation, commanding other patrons of the bar to help hold the doors so many could escape. The brave actions of these few released about half those sheltered from the first floor, where the water rose well over five feet before it subsided by the time morning rescue efforts came. Had any patrons stayed downstairs, they would have certainly perished.

“He saved us all, you know.” James King, 45, who was trapped upstairs, said of the the firefighter. “Without him getting all those people out, there would have been too many up on the top floor.” The upstairs rooms were where any still trapped in the bar gathered, including those who helped keep Mr. Kent in alive in turn. The firefighter, a veteran and medic by training who has done extensive aide work overseas, suffered from a broken ankle, hypothermia and pneumonia.

“Elizabeth, that was her name. She was just visiting the city,” Mr. Kent says from his hospital bed. “She was the real hero. She’s going to be a nursing student. Elizabeth made sure I didn’t die due to the hypothermia, and I didn’t get to thank her. I think that was my biggest regret about that night.” Elizabeth Monroe, 18, from Victoria, British Columbia, was reached by phone. She had flown home the morning after being released by the hospital for treatment for minor scrapes and bruises.

“Hector, even if he denies it, was an inspiration for all of us. Even in all that pain and fear, he made jokes and kept us all focused.” She had even higher praises for him. “He made me confident that I can get through my exams. And, due to him, I think I want to be an Emergency Nurse, to help people in the worst moments of their lives. He did that for us, and he’s what you hope every human being you encounter in those situations can be.”

What happened in Charlie’s was a miracle, no doubt, and it was thanks to the actions of first-responders, police, firemen, medical professionals, and even a future nurse or two, that we all made it out of it alive and safe. Donations to the firehouse for Hector Kent’s medical fund can be found on our website, as well as links to the fundraising account to rebuild and restore Charlie’s bar.

#[ general | self-para. ]#drowning tw #injury tw #homophobia mentions tw #homophobic violence mentions tw #yes it's a news story at the end of it cause i felt like this lil bit had to be capped off #and five points to anyone who guesses the title source #and no james king is not related to the king family #just unfortunately has the same last name

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