#thing is I have a package coming so I kept having to check the peephole

[mazzystar24]

A spider has crawled into my door’s peephole and weeved a THIN ass web just on the surface so it looked like it was on the outside part and that inside was just glass BUT NO it was on the inside and MY EYE WAS IN THERE MULTIPLE TIMES

I’m actually gonna end it all and burn my house down with me inside

[she-karev]

Quarantine (Andrew DeLuca x Alex Karev’s Sister Covid Imagine)

Previous Part Here

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Two of Three

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Andrew DeLuca x Amber Karev (Alex Karev’s Sister)

Canon Episode: Season 17 Episode 4

Summary: Amber continues to quarantine in her hotel room and gets a surprise visit from Andrew outside the door who gives her a care package. She is bitter towards him at first but begins to soften when he tells her why he cares so much about her.

Words: 1880

April 15th, 2020

Amber Karev is in her hotel bed watching Netflix with the curtains open revealing the city life at night which to Amber is more entertaining than what she’s watching right now. She kept hearing about this Riverdale show and decided to give it a shot but she soon started to regret it. Despite how bad it is Amber can’t stop watching it while she blows her nose for the 20th time tonight.

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m weird. I’m a weirdo

Amber groans at that sulky line from the Disney kid, “More awful than covid.” She takes a big sip of her water bottle before she hears a knock in her door, “Finally my soup. I’m coming!”

Amber stands up feeling the body aches, but the call of room service is stronger as she pulls her white cardigan around herself and grabs her mask. She coughs on the way before reaching the door and looking through the peephole to see it’s not room service to her displeasure.

Andrew DeLuca is outside her door wearing his casual clothes and black mask. He is carrying a black backpack and a white takeout bag with a dragon symbol on it. Amber inhales as much as she can and exhales to keep her anger in check. She thought this morning would be the last time she would see him for the next two weeks but as usual she knows there’s a force out there that wants her to suffer more and sent her ex to help.

“What the hell do you want?” Amber asks annoyed in a nasal voice due to her stuffy nose, “I was already checked by a nurse an hour ago and another one is gonna take my blood tomorrow.”

“I saw this morning that you were lacking in things other than a TV, clothes and oral hygiene so I thought I would get you a care package for the next 11 days.”

Amber pinches the bridge of her nose over Andrew not taking a hint. No matter how many times she tells him she doesn’t want to be with him he still tries to crawl back into her life with sweet gestures that do nothing to mend the pain he caused her.

Not seeing her reaction he continues, “I got you a couple of Harry Potters a couple of new releases and some spicy chips. I figured you needed something to spark your taste buds for a few seconds. Also, I got you that chicken soup from that Chinese joint at Weller you love so much.”

“What part of ‘get what you need and leave me alone’ do you not understand?” Amber asks with venom in her tone that catches Andrew off guard, “I am sick and I am tired and I don’t need you coming in trying to butter me up when I’m lonely hoping I’ll get desperate and let you in this room on day 14.”

Andrew tries to set the record straight, “Amber that’s not what I’m-”

“Because it has been months since I have touched another human being, but I am not desperate enough that some soup is gonna make me forget all the pain and have one gross night with you. Despite how low you think of me I respect myself enough not to whore myself out to you.”

Andrew closes his eyes in frustration, “Look can you let me-”

Amber keeps going in anger overlapping with Andrew, “So this whole concerned ex act is not gonna work on me so just take your freaking soup leave me the hell alone. It’s like you said to me the night you kicked me out I don’t want you here and I don’t need you here!”

“Will you just let me talk?!” Andrew yells back from his side catching Amber by surprise. She inhales and stays silent letting Andrew say his piece expecting him to piss her off again. Instead, his next words take her by complete surprise.

Andrew inhales from behind his mask before starting, “My nonna and two of my uncles died over the past few weeks because of covid.”

Amber is caught off guard by that fact and guilt immediately replaces her anger. She has been so angry with him and so distant she never considered that he’s suffering in silence because his home country is a hot zone for the pandemic. She never considered that she wasn’t the only one worried about her family in this scary time.

Andrew sighs in grief but continues, “I said goodbye to them over Zoom but still I wish I could have gone there and taken care of them in person. It might not have done much but at least I could feel like I did something to help instead of crying over a damn webcam. And then there’s my father, I’m scared for him, I’m mad at him but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. You and I both know he is probably ignoring the rules and not caring about the consequences without me and Carina there to help.”

Andrew clears the lump in his throat outside Amber’s door not seeing her leaning against the door listening to him. She shakes her head at herself for giving him a hard time when he has so much on his plate as it is. And hearing him telling her about his turmoil makes her feel sympathy towards him. She almost wants to open the door and hug him but knows it’s not safe for either of them.

Andrew continues, “Look I’m not here for an agenda, I’m not here because I’m hoping there’s a reward for me at the end in your bed. I’m here because I can be, and I don’t want to waste it. If your gonna keep insulting me and letting me know what an ass I am then so be it because I can’t lose you. I can’t lose you; I won’t survive and nothing you say is gonna make me stop feeling that way.”

Amber closes her eyes at that statement hearing the Andrew she fell in love with instead of the manic man who brought her down. It’s hard to believe that those two are the same person but for now she’s glad to hear the one who makes her feel loved and seen.

Andrew assumes Amber is still dismissive from his side of the door, but he continues, “I know you don't want me around but I'm not gonna stop caring about you. I might not be able to touch you or hold you but I’m here for you. No matter what you need. So, I’m gonna leave the backpack and soup out here in your door, I’m gonna keep a safe distance so I can make sure you get it because I put a lot of thought into it, and I know whatever your watching is making you want to kill yourself.”

Amber rolls her eyes at her ex knowing her so well but hears shuffling and footsteps from the other side. She looks through the peephole and sees no one there telling her Andrew is down the hall. She puts her mask on, cautiously opens the door and sees the backpack and takeout bag on the floor right outside her door.

She looks to her left to see Andrew two doors down looking at her in worry. Amber sniffles before focusing on her gifts and grabs both of them before closing the door behind her. She puts the backpack on top of the dresser drawer and unzips it.

Andrew was telling the truth as she sees her favorite Harry Potter books, Prisoner of Azkaban and Order of The Phoenix inside. There are two books as well that she is not familiar with and knows Andrew probably grabbed them from the new releases section. After pulling out the books she sees a big bag of Takis inside that she hopes she can taste.

In the small pockets she pulls out the essential needs for her condition. There are cough drops, Nyquil severe cold and flu PM, packets of lemon tea bags, travel size aloe tissues, spare masks, and ibuprofen for her headaches. The sight makes her inner doctor nod with approval.

She opens the white takeout bag next and is silently thrilled at the sight of the sealed container inside. Amber takes the lid off confirming its chicken soup to her joy. She inhales the rich aroma deeply loving the special soup so much it might make her quarantine bearable. Amber moves back to her door that is the barrier between her and Andrew.

“Are you still here?” Amber asks nasally.

“Yeah I am.” Andrew confirms from his side.

“You do realize this backpack is gonna have to be burned after this right?”

Andrew chuckles lightly, “All for a good cause. Do you need anything else? I don’t mind being your own Postmates, it probably pays more than what we make.”

“I’m okay for now thanks…and I’m sorry for what happened.”

Andrew nods, “Yeah me too. Do you need me for anything? Are you feeling worse?”

“I feel like my body has turned on me but that’s not new from this morning.” Amber tells him in a numb tone, “I’m fine it’s nothing I can’t handle, you can go if you want.”

“Okay.”

Amber sips her soup container tasting the rich liquid for a few seconds until her loss of taste kicks in to her disappointment. She has to remember to cancel room service since their soup is subpar to the one in her hand. Amber stands by the door for a few silent moments and can still feel Andrew’s presence outside.

She moves closer till she’s near face against the dark wood, “Andrew?”

“I’m still here.”

“You can go if you want.” Amber repeats more requesting than demanding, “I’m gonna have a nurse come in the morning and I still feel better than most right now anyway.”

“I know I just…” Andrew sighs and confesses his fear through the door, “I am afraid that if I leave, and you fall asleep you’re not gonna wake up this time and this is gonna be the last time I’ll see you.”

Amber’s heart swells at this confession as she can tell he is sincere in his worries. She decides to comfort him and make it clear that she is not going anywhere.

“It won’t be.” Amber tells him from her side, “I’ll call you in the morning and let you know how I am. I promise. You should go and get some rest before you go to work, and I should enjoy this soup you got me.”

Andrew grins at that, “Okay, I’ll be back tomorrow night and check on you. Call me if you need anything I don’t care what time it is, I’ll come.”

“I know.” Amber says with a grin as she can see he’s making an effort to make these a tolerable two weeks, “Good night.”

“Good night.” Andrew says with a grin before walking away from the door to leave Amber to her quarantine hoping this is the start to them reconciling while Amber is in her room beginning to see Andrew in a way she never thought she could again.

Next Part Here

[alba8688]

don’t let go

Chapter 13

Word count:3507

Warnings!!! Slight smut at the very end

Eddies pov

It was the last day of Thanksgiving vacation and the past few days with Dani have been amazing we been stuck on our own cocoon here in her apartment watching movies having sex watching movies and having lots of sex .I've never had this much sex in my entire life .But I can't complain about it

We hadn't even realized that today was Sunday and tomorrow Monday back to reality, back to a world where Dani is my teacher and I'm her student .

Why did things have to be so hard ?

But right now I'm gonna enjoy the last day I have with her .I could stay like this forever.

When night came and it was time for bed I held onto Dani tightly the whole night until Dani's alarmWoke me up earlier than what I'm usually used to waking up .But now I was already used to Waking up at 5am making Dani and I breakfast while She got ready for work .

That was my normal routine now .

Ok so I didn't really know how to cook but the other day I wanted to impress Dani and the whole night I was watching cooking videos of how to make scrambled eggs and pancakes .I mean they were ok she didn't say anything she ate everything but now I have gotten better at my cooking skills of making scrambled eggs and pancakes the only thing I knew how to make maybe I'll watch more cooking videos to impress Dani .

So I got up from bed stretching and lay back down watching Dani walk around the room in her panties and no bra looking for a shirt that she couldn't find .When she finally found it she out her bra on and that was my cue to get up and make breakfast the show was over .so I got up and smack her ass on my way out winking at her "Thank you for the show ."

"Show ?" She asked

"Yeah boobies ." She just rolls her eyes and continues getting ready.

So that's how the morning went so far until I tried making a damn coffee for Dani kitchen during the weekend she had received a package with her new coffee maker because the other one stop working and the her coffee machine was different and I didn't know what the fuck I was doing I had to put a small cup somewhere I kept looking around the coffeemaker but nothing.

"How the fuck do I manage this ?"I said under my breath

"Baby just put the kpod in here ." Dani walks in the kitchen saving the morning .I was such an idiot I had to lift the thingy and out the damn kpop or whatever that fuck Dani just said and the machines started brewing the coffee.

"Yeah I knew that ." I mumble she just chuckles and goes back to the room .Damn I needed to upgrade Wayne's coffee maker. Her coffee was done then I made mine. It was easier now that I knew how to use this shit .

Knock knock knock

Who could it be ? I looked at the time it was barely 6am. Who could be here this early?

It couldn't be Dustin he usually calls when he wants Dani to pick him up .

"Babe someone's at the door ."I ran to

the room whispered to Dani but she was in the bathroom.

"Just ask who it is please ."

She shouts from inside the bathroom.

"Are you taking a shit ?" I teased her

"Nooo!!"

"Well it stinks ." I chuckled ,it didn't really stink. I just like messing with her because she doesn't like going number two when I'm around. If she does she has to take a shower afterwards.But right now she was doing her makeup .

Shit ,what do I do now ?Do I open the door? What if it's someone that recognizes me?

I stood in-front of the door and checked through the peephole to see who was knocking.there was a guy standing with his back to the door. I couldn't see his face so I opened the door slightly .

"Hi." I said awkwardly

And guess who the fuck it was ,mother fucking Liam coming to ruin my morning.

He turns around and smiles at me .That stupid sexy smile he does that must have driven Dani crazy before but not anymore because she says she loves my smile.

"Hey is Dani home ?" He ask with a stupid smirk on his face .This fucking guy was carved by the Gods honestly.

What the fuck was Dani doing with me when she could be with this handsome dude ..

Fuck him and his sexiness.

Fuck I'll even cheat on myself with this guy .But he still looks like a douche .

"Dani is the restroom." I respond softly

"Can I come in ?" He ask, I move to the side to let him in and he look around the apartment and I saw him chuckle

"The Christmas tree has to be up since the last week of October ." He tells me pointing to the tree .Yeah whatever dude you know her better than me .Don't shove it in my face .

Ok now I had to come with a good fucking lie to why I was here at 6am in the morning.

Wait what the fuck is he doing here is damn early ?

Liam walks around the apartment stopping in front of the Christmas tree then he chuckles and takes a seat on the couch .I close the door and go back to The kitchen to continue the breakfast and finish making Dani's coffee for her to take with her .

I could feel Liam's eyes burning in the back of my head.

"Aren't you her student ?" He asked making me freeze in place .

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I felt my whole blood drain from my body.I think my blood pressure went super high at that moment .I was frozen in place not wanting to turn and look at him. I didn't want to face him at the moment .

I didn't know what to fucking answer to him .I never thought this could happen especially with her ex .

"Yeah you're her student, the one that ran off that day ." He says ,My eyes are still in Dani's coffee and I'm still not moving my hands gripping the side of the counter, my knuckles white of how hard I'm gripping it .

Dani's voice comes from the room.

"Baby can you come help me zip this up "she pauses "Never mind I got it !!" She shouts from the room. I turn to look at Liam who has a smirk on her face .

"So your Dani's new boyfriend ? How old are you anyways 16??" This guy really ?Do I look 16?

"No, I'm 20 ." I said sternly finally picking up my head and look at him he was still smirking

"And you're still in high school ?" He scoffs and rolls his eyes .

"Yes ." There's silence for a moment and he keeps his eyes on me. It's like we were having a string contest until the door from Dani's room opens and from my peripheral I see her standing in the door like a deer caught in headlights.

"Liam!?" She says softly

"One of your students Dani really ? that's who you changed me for ?" He asks her getting too close to her to my liking, his face inches from her .

I made a beeline to Dani standing

Right next to her protectively.I felt the need to protect her from this Liam guy . Dani's eyes started getting glazed. I took her hand on mine, squeezing it tight.Letting her know I was here for her.

"Wow you have him well trained as well ." He chuckles evilly,Dani turns to look at me .

"Ed's I'll see you in school Ok I'll handle it ."she leans in to whisper in my ear .

"Are you sure ?" I told her I didn't want to leave her alone with this guy .I couldn't leave her alone to face him .

I wanted to stay here with her and protect her .But she insisted I go .that she would be fine.

"I'll see you at school Ed's"she smiles but I could see a tear fall from her eye. I let out a huff of air and grabbed my jacket and my coffee and left the apartment.

Walking down the stairs I kept looking back at the apartment hoping Dani would call me and tell me she wanted me back but she didn't.

I opened the door to my van and turned on the van and drove off like a crazy man towards Gareth's house .I don't know why I decided to go to his house but I just needed to go somewhere where I felt safe and my uncle wasn't home yet .

I really hope everything is fine and that Liam doesn't try to do anything to Dani or try to black mail her .

I felt so stupid everything was my fault if I hadn't begged for her to be with me we wouldn't be in this situation she pushed me away and I fought to be with her and now look at where we ended I never wanted this to happen I never wanted her to get in trouble this is all my fault .

Fuck fuck fuck !!!! Son of a bitch I kept hitting the steering wheel .

I didn't even realized how I got to Gareth house but now here I was in his driveway crying.I was fucking crying in Gareth's drive way .I caught a glimpse of Gareth outside smoking. I don't even know why I came here. It was the first person that came to my head .I got down, calmed myself and wiped the tears from my eyes .

"Hey man what's wrong ?''Gareth asked. I hadn't even seen when he walked over I was too lost in thought. I was already on the ground with my back against the van and my hands in my face.

I didn't even care that the ground was cold and full of snow ❄ ️ Gareth sat next to me putting a hand over my shoulder and I leaned into him crying .

"What's wrong man?" He asks concern.Gareth has been my best friend since childhood and I know I always came to him When I felt like shit he was the only one that has seen me cry, the only one that has seen me on my lowest .

I always told him everything but not this time he didn't know about Dani and I couldn't afford to tell him risking Dani in the process.

"I'm gonna lose her man ." My voice muffled

"Lose who ?" He asked ,he had no idea who I was talking about .I picked up my head and turned to look at him.I had tears in my eyes, I never had let my guard down in front of my friends. I always put on a mean scary face but deep Down I wasn't and now with Dani in my life she has made me soft .

"I don't want to lose her man, I love her ." I managed to speak through tears ,sobs and hiccups.

"Eddie, who are you talking about ?" Gareth's voice sounds more concerned now ."man you're scaring me what's going on?"

Fuck! I wish I could tell him everything about Dani and how happy she makes me .

I wish I could tell him that she changed me for good and I'm actually graduating this year because of her. She changed me for the better .I'm actually getting good grades .

But I couldn't .

"I don't want her to go to jail. I love her man and I couldn't forgive myself if she went to jail because of me in so stupid so fucking stupid man." Gareth was more confused; he didn't know what I was talking about. I could see it in his face .

"Who is going to jail ? Man, you're scaring me ." I couldn't take if she went to jail because of me .I needed to let her free but at the same time I didn't want to. I couldn't be without her .

I was so fucking selfish. I needed her in my life .

Fuck why is this so fucking hard ??

"Eddie man, what's wrong ?" Gareth asked once again but I was just babbling nonsense."Eddie you're shaking let's go inside man it's freezing ." Gareth helped me get up from the ground .But I kept shaking my head no .Telling him that I didn't want her to go to jail .

As we were walking inside through the garage

Headlights from a car blind me entering Gareth's driveway.Gareth turns to see who it is but he can't tell who it was because the lights are too bright.and it had started snowing .I wipe tears from my eyes and take a second glance at who it is squinting my eyes.

"Dani." I let go of Gareth and ran towards her. trying my best not to slip in the snow .She was getting out of her car and she stopped when she saw me .

"Miss .Henderson ." I heard Gareth say ,he looked even more confused and everything that I had told him might have made sense at the moment to him.

She jumped Into my arms and I held her tight .Peppering her face with kisses .

"I love you kiss, I'm so stupid kiss ."

I didn't want to let her go but I didn't want to risk someone seeing us other than Gareth ,but I know I could trust him And he will probably get after me ,but I'll deal with that later .

Right now I just wanted to be with Dani and never let her go .

I set her down on the ground slowly and kiss her soft lips like there was no tomorrow .

"Baby how did you know I was here ?"I ask her

"Umm remember you shared your location with me ." She says softly, pecking my lips .

Oh shit I had forgotten about that .

"Dani, is everything ok with Liam ? Is he gonna talk?Or are you gonna have to keep him quiet ?" I bombarded her with questions

"Yes, I talk to Liam you don't have to worry about anything, ok ." She reassured me by placing her hand on my cheek.Making me melt into her .

"Dani maybe is better .." she put her index finger over my lips before I could even finish saying anything

"Don't you dare say that Edward Munson I love You please don't." She said almost as a whisper

"But Dani ." I couldn't deal with the fact that if we were to get caught she was one that was going to get hurt .

"Will be more careful. I'll move to another apartment. I don't care if I break my lease. I'll move somewhere else. I'll quit my job but I don't want to lose you Eddie ." She cried into my arms .

I rub her back up and down with my fingers and kiss the top of her head .

I didn't want to lose her either but what were we gonna do now that Liam knows and what did she get herself into with Liam .

"Ok I don't mean to interrupt but the sun is coming out and someone might see you guys ." Gareth said softly he was standing awkwardly with his hands inside his front pockets.

"Plus I'm freezing my balls." He chuckled awkwardly, making Dani laugh .

The day went super slow today for me. It was barely lunch time. I wanted to get the hell out of here and be with Dani because I could tell something was bothering her .

I went to sit in my usual Spot on the head of the hellfire table .I was the first to get there. I'm guessing the rest were getting lunch but right now I wasn't hungry .

I needed to know that Dani was ok

"Ding"

I pick up my phone and saw that I got a text from Dani

D:"Left you lunch in your locker pretty boy 🖤."

E:"You know flattery works with me ." I reply

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D:"oh shut it Edward Go get your lunch."

E:"You're not having lunch with The hellfire club today ?"

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D:"I don't know if that's a good idea ."

E:"We are not gonna be alone, it's gonna be the whole hellfire club ." I insisted

"D:ok come to the classroom and don't forget your lunch !!"

I got up really fast looking for the rest of the gang .To let them know Dani wanted us to eat with her in her classroom.

I eventually found them and told them to head to Dani's class.Dustin got really excited. He always loves spending time with his sister .

I went to get my lunch from my locker and realized that it was from my favorite diner. Once I grabbed the food I headed to Dani's class, the whole Hellfire club was already there arguing about a campaign .

I love seeing Dani talking about D & D. It's one of my favorite things about her .

I love how invested she was in the campaigns. I love how she furrowed her eyebrows when she is playing and the way she tries to Read my next move .

She was definitely the love of my life and one day I was gonna ask her to marry me .

Time skip

After school I followed Dani back home, keeping a few feet away from her car. She drove like a maniac. I think she drives worse than I do .

I needed To talk to her about that and right now it was snowing she needed to be more careful .I don't know why I worried too much if I myself drive like a maniac.When we finally arrived home she got down first and I waited 10 minutes before going in she had left the door unlocked for me even though I had a key already .she had probably forgotten.

When I walked in she was pacing around the living room mumbling things under her breath.

I hugged her waist from her back kissing the back of her head .

She immediately turns me around and kisses me passionately. I can never get tired of the way she kisses me, making me forget about everything .

If she only knew how weak she made me feel .

I picked her up from her thighs carrying her to the room placing her down slowly while I crawl on top of her kissing her neck searching for that weak spot I know she loves .

She let out a moan and that's when I knew I found that spot .

I love her so fucking much why did she have to be my teacher ?

Why did I have to fail all this time? Maybe if I hadn't failed I would be able to be with her without hiding our love .

"Is everything ok?" I asked through kisses

I really wanted her to tell me what was going on with her because since she talked to Liam she was too quiet .

"Later ." She responded

"Ok."

Right now I was Just going to enjoy this moment I have with her .

I leaned in and kissed her lips . They were tender .I pressed more firmly against her and she wrapped her arms around my neck .I groaned against her neck and she smiled knowing damn well what she does to me.I grip the back of her head wrapping a fist full of her hair around my fingers and crush our lips together .

I stood up taking off my jacket and shirt and she helped me unbutton my jeans pulling them down together with my boxers.

I Lean back down helping her take her shirt off as well as her jeans .

I gently take her panties off and throw them to the ground,I spread her legs open and I can see how ready she is for me.

"Is this all for me ?"my mouth was so close to her entrance and I know I'm making her weak with how wet she is .

I run my fingers through her folds and she throws her head back arching.I circle her clit before adding a finger inside of her, I saw how much she is enjoying it and I added another finger making her legs shake.

I keep my fingers inside of her while my thumb is running circles in her clit .

I go up and kiss her lips and down her chest leaving love bites where only I'm able to see them.I pick up my rhythm with my fingers .

Baby don't stop ,"she mewl ,i know she is close

So I accelerate the Rhythm of my fingers .

And I feel her release all over my hand .

Calling out my name .

I gently take my fingers out and bring them to my lips, sucking them Clean.

"Fucking Shit Eddie that was wow ."

I look up To her and gave her a smirk

"I'm not done with you baby ."

Tonight I was going to make her forget about everything .

I was gonna take care of her .

Next chapter

[george-mackay-macfine]

James Bond,

Requested: Yes / No

Synopsis: George works for MI6, his wife however doesn’t. 

Word count: 2,458

Him

The house was dark when I walked through the front door, the black suit I wore no longer tidy after the evening of rough housing I’d faced.

“Penny,” I breathed her scent hitting me, the sweet smell of vanilla invading my senses as I closed the door behind me. She was all I could think about, even as I drew the pistol from the holster, checking the clip and the safety before dropping the hand that held it to my side. The cold metal of the gun freezing the skin of my thigh as I walked down the hallway to the door that lead to our bedroom. The light from the streetlamp outside our house covered her in an angelic glow. “Angel,” I lulled softly waiting for her to move, she was sleeping on her stomach again, her hand reached out to my side of the bed as if she was reaching for me. “I love you,” I whispered as the phone in my back pocket began to vibrate. “Give me a minute,” I spoke into the phone, forcing myself to move away from the Angel sprawled out on my bed.

“Did you kill him?” O’s voice fumed as I walked towards the walk-in robe ready to discard my gun in the safe.

“No,” I groaned. “I couldn’t do it, Anderson isn’t our man,”

“And how do you know this?” O’s cockney accent drawled.

“When have I been wrong before?” A moment of silence followed my question.  

“I suppose you haven’t.” O sighed. “But I only hope this isn’t the one time you are.”

“I won’t be,” Was all I could get out before O ended the call. Chucking my phone onto the tallboy, I stripped myself from my suit hoping Penny wouldn’t smell the lingering smoke when she washed it tomorrow. Penny… All I wanted was to be beside her. Lay with her, holding her in my arms.

Her

Parker had left early this morning before I’d even woken up. Last night long after he’d crawled into our bed well after midnight and left a kiss on my shoulder before falling into a deep sleep. I was kept awake hours longer, the kiss wasn’t the only thing he’d left behind.

A single bullet had fallen, clattering to the ground as he’d rushed off into the wardrobe returning minutes later after a hushed phone call, stripped of his suit as he slid in behind me.

The doorbell pulled me from my stare off with the silver bullet. The sharp ring echoed around our house. I raced to the door, peering through the peephole. The postman, Freddie, stood outside.

“Hi Fred,” I smiled as I pulled the door open. “What you got for me today?”

“Package for Parker,” Freddie smiled. “You’ll have to sign though.” Parker appeared from behind Freddie, rushing up the path to the house.

“I can do this, love.” He called moving beside Freddie, his hands grabbing the pen then the package. “Where do you need it?” Freddie motioned to a spot on the paper, Parker quickly signed. “Great.” Parker handed the pen back to Freddie. “Have a good one, Fred.” Freddie muffled a goodbye as he walked down the path Parker had rushed up moment before.

“You’re home early?”

“Boss let us have an early mark after how well last night went,” Parker laid a kiss on my forehead before rushing through the door.

Him

“You can’t send things to my house.” I hissed through the phone to O. “Penny nearly got the stick.” I ripped open the letter, holding the small black micro-USB in my hand.

“This is how we have always worked, if your love life is getting in the way then I think it’s time you sort it out.” I threw the phone down on the table my anger continued to bubble as I grabbed my headphones pulling them over my ears as the images loaded. “The images you’re looking at are of Gabriel Windsor, an ex-MI6 agent who went rouge after working a deep-cover agent for an international terrorist syndicate.” I clicked through to another photograph. It was clear that these images were taken without Gabriel’s knowledge.  I began to click through the images. “We don’t know who the woman is in the final image, that is something we need you to find out.”

Her

I watched Parker reverse out of the driveway and down the street before I made my move. Rushing into his office I began to search through the draws, looking for anything that could tell me what was in that parcel he received yesterday. Nothing.

“The computer.” I whispered reaching for it. I dragged it towards me, on the side where the USB ports were pulling out the USB protruding from the side. “Burnt,” I whisper pulling it out to examine in my hand. I pulled at the stick, beginning to dismantle the USB stick, letting the debris fall to the desk until the microchip I was looking for fell to the table.

Him

It was night when I’d cleared my head enough to return home, and when I found Penny, she was sitting casually in the kitchen, up on the counter her legs hanging over the side. In her hand she was holding a glass of scotch. I watched her for a moment as she grabbed the nearby bottle for a top up, messily pulling off the lid, taking a sip from the bottle, before filling her glass up.

“You right?” She flinched as I spoke. “You don’t normally drink,”

“I went to clean your office today, and I found something rather interesting.” I stepped into the light of the kitchen. “Why was there a burnt USB stick in your computer, Parker?”

“Shorted itself, caught on fire.” She smiled, nodding her head slowly.

“Did you know that you can retrieve data from the fragments of a burnt USB?”

“I never realised you were such a techie.” I shoved my hands in my pocket. “What did you find then?”

“Your name really isn’t Parker, is it?” She brought the glass to her lips. “And you’re not really an accountant are you?”

“I can explain.” I stepped forward. She lobbed the empty glass at my head, I ducked hearing it smash against the wall behind me.

“No.” She cried. “No you can’t explain anything to me.” She screamed. “There is nothing to explain, you lied to me, what else are you keeping from me?” She jumped off the counter, going to walk past me. I grabbed onto her upper arm.

“What about you? I bet you’ve also been keeping secrets, haven’t you, Penny?” I hissed. “Or would you rather I call you Y/N?”

“You don’t know anything about me.” Y/N struggled against me.

“Tell me what you have to do with Gabriel Windsor. I saw the photos, I know you’re involved with him.”

“Go to hell, George.” A wicked smirk came to my lips.

“So you do know who I am.”

“I said.” She grunted through grit teeth. “Go to hell.” She brought her foot up to my chest and kicked me, sending me to the floor. I watch her run from the kitchen and through to the living room.

Her

I grab the firearm from beneath the couch where I’d hidden it before Parker, or George as he was actually called. Readying myself to go up against MI6.

“Nice hiding spot,” His voice cackled from behind me, before I was tackled to the couch, my gun falling to the floor.

“Let go of me you wanker!” I screamed at him as he reached down for my dropped pistol. Seeing a small moment of weakness I wrapped a leg around him and flipped us both to the ground. I gained the upper hand, straddling his waist leaning up to grab my gun.

“No you don’t,” George almost teased before his hand knocked into my nose, sending my head backward, my eyes watered as the pain radiated through. George rolled me off him, his metal ring clinging against the metal of the gun as he held it out, looming above me.

“Well,” I spat out a mix of spit and blood as I looked up at him. “Go on then, sweetie pull the fucking trigger.” George’s hold on the gun stays firm, as his finger moves to the trigger, I brace myself for what was to come.

“I can’t,” He breathed the gun dropping to his side.

Him

I couldn’t kill her. Not even after the lies she’d led me to believe.

“I can’t kill you, Y/N.” I sighed dropping the gun to the floor. “So if you’re going to kill me, then do it now.” She didn’t reach for the gun.

“I’m not going to shoot you,” She breathed. “I can’t,” I dropped beside her, sitting on the carpeted floor. “Did you hear that?” She looked behind me towards the window.

“I didn’t hear anything,” I leant back against the couch.

“Someone’s out there.” She pulled me down quickly, both of us lying on our stomachs as a flashlight shone through the window, grazing over the room.

“They aren’t my guys.” I whispered. Y/N looked at me, she’s quiet.

“They’re not mine either.” She cried softly as the flashlight disappeared.

“We have to move.” I clamber to my feet, reaching down to help Y/N up. From outside the window I could hear radio static. “I have weapons and ammo in the office, do you have anything?”

“That one,” She pointed to the pistol I was holding. “Another in the kitchen, and a few things in the bedroom.”

Her

George and I worked our way cautiously through the house into the kitchen, dodging the beams of light that flashed through the window. I rushed to the pantry as radio chatter came from outside.

“Alpha One, this is Echo One, are you in place?”

“Echo One, this is Alpha One. In place, over.”

“Alpha One, wait for my command.” The first voice came louder as I found the pistol I’d hidden in the bran cereal box. “Bravo One, Charlie One are you in place? Over?”

“Got it.” I called to George. He was watching the door when it burst open, two men rushing inside, their guns ready. Thankfully I was quicker and they were taken care of carefully. George turned to me, a look of admiration covered his face.

“Time to go,” He grabbed me and pulled me down the hallway.

Him

“There are two more assault teams.” I pulled her towards our room. “We need to move, and you need to stay close to me.” Before we could reach the bedroom a single red beam shot through the window, working it’s way up the hallway towards where we stood. I grabbed her, pulling her to the ground, covering her body with my own until the laser disappeared. “You’re bleeding.” I wiped the spot of blood away from the cut on her lip. “We better move.”

“Let’s go,” She lets me pull her up before she rushes through the rest of the hallway and into our bedroom, rushing over to the self help book she always kept beside our bed. She opened it tipping out another silver pistol.

“Explains why those self help books are always lying around the place.”

“How’d you find out?” I grabbed a the knife I’d stashed in the bottom draw of our tallboy.

“Gabriel Windsor is my current target,” I strapped the knife to a thigh holster. “There was one of the two of you, I looked into your background.”

“Isn’t that something you’re supposed to do before you get married?” I look up catching her eye in the mirror.

“What can you tell me about him?”

“I was recruited when I was sixteen, into the Queens secret service… I met him there, we trained together, then he was my partner for three years before I found out he was dirty.” She sat on the bed. “I blew the whistle, he went rouge and he’s been after me ever since.”

“So you’ve been hiding in plain sight?”

“What about you? MI6?”

“You already worked out my real name,” She nodded her head. “I’m not MI6 anymore, I’m now a blue coat.”

“Who are they?”

Her

As George turned a flashbang was thrown through the door, the room filling with a blinding white light. I fell to the floor trying to regain my sight. My eyes burning as everything around me distorted.

“There she is,” The voice of Gabriel Windsor laughed from inside the white light. Hands grabbed my upper arms forcing me to stand. “It’s taken me quiet some time to find you,” I blinked trying to regain any part of my vision.

“Gabriel?” I stuttered.

“I told you I would find you,”

“Well now you have me, so why don’t you get it over with.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” The white dots calmed down, in front of me stood my worst nightmare. Gabriel looking even more the evil villain than ever before. “I don’t want to just kill you, my love.” He looked away from me, towards the bed where George was being held down. “I want to make you hurt first.” Gabriel approached George slugging him in the stomach, standing back as he fell to the ground. He waited a moment before he kicked his stomach, then the rest of his body. I look up to the ceiling unable to watch Gabriel beat him anymore. “You see what you’ve done?” Gabriel yelled. “Do you see what your betrayal has cost you.” Gabriel’s hand grabbed my face forcing me to look at George.

Him

As Gabriel forced Y/N to look at me, I couldn’t help but send her a subtle wink, letting her know everything would be OK. I hold everything back as Gabriel kicks Y/N in the stomach, sending her flying to the ground.

“You did this.” He gripped her hair, pulling her up. “You caused all of this.” He threw her on the bed. I struggle to stand, while one of Gabriel’s men tries to keep me down, putting me at the perfect height to curl my pointer finger through the pin on another flash grenade. As the body pushes me to the ground the pin comes with me. I turn as I hit the ground shielding my eyes. I grab the rifle from the nearby blinded goon sending bullets into all of them I could see before grabbing Y/N and running from the room. We make it to the car before they’d even left the house. Gabriel appears first his hand holding a bloodied arm. He raises the wounded arm sending bullets flying at the car.

Her

I lay my head on George’s shoulder as we drive down the highway the radio on low as we leave the chaos behind us.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

summertime sadness .3.

first day

Sequel to kiss me in the d-a-r-k

Part 1 Part 2 (masterlist under construction)

Warnings: dub con sex (intercourse, oral)

This is dark!(dad)Steve and dark(professor!)Bucky explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: You start your new job as you juggle the men in your life.

Note: back at it again with part 3. I'll keep y'all updated about a possible new posting schedule and an announcement regarding Patreon. Apparently writing every day and stressing myself out is not good for my mental health lmao. But I'm enjoying this one and I'm not sure yet if we're gonna be able to stick to 6 parts. Bon appetit. 💋

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You woke to the buzzer. You rolled over and grabbed you phone from the table. Your voice was thick and groggy as you answered it. 

“Hello?” You nearly coughed through your dry throat.

“Delivery,” The monotone response came.

“Okay,” You shook your head confused and hit the button to let him up. 

You dragged yourself from the bed and staggered to the door. You watched through the peephole as the carriers appeared at the top of the stairs. The two men in their brown uniforms carried a large box between them. They knocked once before you managed to unhook the chain and opened the door. 

“Um?” You stared at them confused.

“Delivery for apartment 6,” The man read off his tablet. “Signature?”

He turned it toward you and you read your name across the top. You hadn’t ordered anything. You couldn’t afford to. You signed, still confused, and held the door open for them to drag the box inside. You thanked them and watched them go before you shut the door. You crossed your arms as you stared at the package. You needed coffee.

You brewed your usual morning potion and sipped it slowly as you paced around the box. It took up much of the space you had left. You set your mug down and grabbed your keys to slice through the plastic tape. Within was an instruction booklet and a litany of boards and screws. It was a desk.

Your phone vibrated on your night table and you stood. You grabbed your coffee and sat on the edge of your bed as you opened your phone. 

‘You got your present?’ Steve’s message popped up.

‘You?’ You responded with an O face.

‘Figured you needed something better than that lumpy double,’ He returned and you tutted.

‘Thanks’ You replied with heart eyes.

‘Don’t worry. I ordered the smallest desk I could find.’

‘Still don’t think it will fit.’

‘You should be used to a tight squeeze.’ He kidded and you finished your coffee.

‘Uh huh. Well I guess I gotta day ahead of me, don’t I?’

‘Good luck.’ He sent a winky face alongside the taunt.

You returned a smiley and tossed your phone on the mattress. You stood and sighed as you once more ruminated over the box. Well, a little something to keep your mind off your nerves on your last day of freedom.

💋

You were pressed, preened, and as professional as you could get. Button up blouse patterned with small daisies, blush-toned blazer, and ironed beige pants. In your bag, you had a fresh notebook, your laptop, and about a dozen pens, including the golden on gifted to you. 

You strode through the front doors of the city tower as your nerves jittered in your chest. You hadn’t been there since the workshop. You and the other students had gone on a tour of the offices and your submission earned you a page in the company’s Sceptre Magazine. It also gained you the unexpected offer for this job.

After an elevator ride which seemed to make time stand still, you stepped off into the shining offices of Adder Press. It was just as you recalled only even more intimidating. You approached the receptionist’s desk tentatively and resisted your habit of wringing your hands. The buoyant redhead greeted you with a bubbly smile.

“Hello, you must be the intern,” She chimed.

“Um, yeah, I guess that’s me,” You answered.

“Well, I’m Stacey, I don’t know if you remember me, and you can just head on over to his office. He’s waiting for you.” She clicked something with her mouse and hit the intercom button on her phone. “Mr. Laufeyson, your 8 a.m. is here.”

“Very well,” His voice replied from the speaker.

She nodded for you to you pass her desk and you ducked your head down as you left her. You vaguely recalled the layout of the office. The round desks and the cozy seating all around. You bit the inside of your lip as you wandered cluelessly through the maze of employees who knew what they were doing.

You looked up and a familiar slim figure appeared in the doorway of the office along the back of the immense space. Loki Laufeyson, the editor and owner of Adder Press, greeted you with a handshake as you neared. His green eyes sparkled above his trademark smirk. In your brief introduction, you found he always looked as if he had a secret.

“Good morning,” He let go of you and stepped back to let you into his office. “You’re early.”

“A habit,” You assured him as you entered his roomy office.

“An admirable one,” He followed and passed you as he rounded his desk. “Sit,” He waved to the seat across from him before he took his own. “First, we’ll go over the job and your expectations. Any questions you have…” He checked his watch as he crossed his legs and leaned back. “And then we have a long day ahead of us.”

“Okay,” You said as you cradled your bag in your lap.

“You’ll be shadowing me for the most part. You’ll get an idea of how the business works and everything that goes into publishing.” He explained. “And we’ll get a taste of your editing skills. I’ll hand you a few minor pieces and go from there. Meetings, pitches, and so on.”

You nodded and listened to him as you sat on the edge of the chair. 

“I trust you will attune well. Your article was exceptional and I have no doubt there is a place for you in this business. Literary or otherwise.” He continued. “You are the first intern we’ve had that wasn’t a fourth year. I hope you realise the gravity of this position. Of this opportunity.”

“Of course,” You assured him. “And I’m am grateful for it.”

He tilted his head and squinted at you as he thought. He sat forward and smiled again. 

“Well then, we should get started. I’ll show you your desk before we attend the morning meeting. Then you can sit in on my next. The board must select the winners of the contest for our Pride Issue of Sceptre, among other significant decisions.” He stood and tapped his desk with two fingers. “Tomorrow, we’ll deal with the marketing side of things. Just as important as the content itself.”

“Alright,” You rose, excited though too nervous to show it.

He seemed amused and turned to guide you out of his office. Your stomach flipped a second time that day and you swallowed down the storm. You had to keep reminding yourself that this was what you wanted. An actual dream come true.

💋

Your first week flew by. The workload kept you busy and your desk was quickly cluttered from it; both at work and at home. Your nights were late and mornings early. The true university experience but not for the usual reasons, though it was just as thrilling as any party.

To your surprise, Loki was an accommodating boss; in his own way. His expectations were clear but not easily met. His standards fueled you; encouraged you to fight harder to meet them. And when you didn’t, he wasn’t disappointed; rather encouraging in his singular discerning manner. That he did expect so much of you, was flattering on its own. 

And your first edited piece, a quarter page review, had passed his grueling rounds of criticism. You couldn’t help but beam as he read over your final submission and uttered that single word, ‘adequate’. He looked up from his screen and across his desk. “It’ll print.”

You were still smiling as you walked out onto the street. You took out your phone, long ignored for your work. The screen was filled with notifications. Both Steve and Bucky sent identical messages; ‘How was your first week?’

You answered Steve first. ‘It was good. I think I’m getting the hang of it.’

Then Bucky. ‘Great! I’m learning so much.’

‘Awesome. Facetime tonight?’ Steve replied and you accepted the invitation.

‘Have you eaten?’ Bucky’s text popped up.

‘Not yet.’ You answered.

‘You still downtown?’ He asked. Another confirmation sent.

‘I’m at the Beer Garden. My treat. They have amazing tacos.’

‘Ten minutes,’ You promised and opened up your Maps.

When you got there, Bucky was waiting. A pitcher sat before him and two glasses; one empty, the other half-finished. You neared and set your bag on one of the tall chairs as you climbed up on another.

“Hey,” You greeted. “Didn’t think I’d ever be here again.”

“Why not? Good beer, good food,” He poured you glass as he spoke. “Good men.”

“Sure, sure,” You laughed as he set the pint before you. “So, how are classes?”

“Ugh, can we not?” He grumbled. “I didn’t come here to think about school.”

“Only to get me tipsy, eh?” You sip from the foamy stout.

“It never takes very much,” He grinned. “And I figured, we could take a walk after. There’s a nice little bookshop down the street.”

“Books? So this night will be worth it after all?” You kidded.

“Free food,” He reminded as he slid a menu over to you.

“I can get food at home, cozy in my bed with a good doc on my laptop,” You chided. “But new books? That’s better than--”

“Sex?” He ventured coyly.

“Almost.” You answered as you lifted the menu. “Though the more I think about it, free food might just change my mind.”

💋

Your stroll to the bookshop led you past Adder Press once more. It was a small nook between a cafe and a foreclosed business. As you entered a bell chimed and the smell of aged paper filled your nostrils. The walls were lined with shelves and small desk sat along the left side of the store. Books; used, new, rare, surrounded you.

You followed Bucky to the back of the shop and perused the non-fiction section as he looked over the military memoirs. The shelves between you and the front of the store blocked the view of the street through the wide bay window. It seemed darker back there; quiet.

As you scanned the back of a book on the old studio system in Hollywood, you felt a tickle along your side. Bucky’s hand gripped your hip as he turned you and slowly edged you back against the shelf. He glanced towards the front desk but cared little as he leaned in. He took the book with his other hand and blindly put it aside.

“Long week,” He purred.

“It was,” You said. “But I think you can wait a little longer.” You patted his chest and tried to push him away. “Maybe until we’re somewhere more...private.”

“Ah come on, have a little fun, miss priss,” He rubbed his nose against yours. “Just a kiss.”

He pressed his lips to your and you squirmed. You kissed him back as he trapped you in the corner. His arms wrapped around you and he slid along the shelves. Several books fell behind you noisily and he pulled away at last. You sneered and bent to pick them up as the cashier craned to look around the shelves.

“Sorry,” You waved to him as you gather the books. “Clumsy.”

You put them back on the shelves as you stood and Bucky watched you with a smirk. You growled and grabbed his arm. 

“Fine, let’s go,” You snarled.

“You want that book, baby?” He teased as you dragged him back down the aisle.

“I want sleep,” You said. “And the quicker we’re out of here, the quicker I get my wish.”

He chuckled as you shoved him out onto the street. “You’re sexy when you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad.” You insisted.

“Sure,” He slung his arm over his shoulder and led you back down the street. “Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll find a way to cheer you up.”

💋

Bucky had never been to your apartment before. You always met at his; it was bigger, cozier, and less stressful. When he pulled up to your building, he killed the engine but you didn’t say anything as he followed. Surely he knew a student couldn’t afford a condo.

When you showed him into your meagre flat, he glanced around and smiled. “Quaint.”

“Affordable,” You said as you set your bag on the chair. 

“Cute.” He commented as he neared your desk.

“New addition,” You explained. “Steve sent it last week.”

“Of course he did,” He mused. “Always practical, isn’t he? Well, in most things.”

“Mmm,” You grumbled and took off your blazer. “I suppose.”

“Did you send him a pic?” He asked and you lifted a brow. “Of the desk?”

“No,” You said. 

“Well, why don’t you?” He winked. “We can do a little photo shoot for him.”

“I don’t think so,” You scoffed.

“For me too,” He said. “Sexy school girl. Classic.”

“Stop,” You neared him as he pulled out his phone and tried to take it from him. “Or I’m gonna send you home early.”

“Take your clothes off,” He held his phone above you. “Come on.”

“No,” You squealed. “Now put that away.”

“You can keep your panties on,” He bartered. “Just give a smile.”

“Bucky…”

“Hey, if it’s gonna be another week, I need something to keep me from getting lonely.” He argued. 

You stepped back and stared up at him. You sucked your lip in and nibbled on it.

“You’re thinking about it,” He said. “I know that look.”

“One photo. That’s it.” You sighed and unbuttoned your blouse. “And it stays between you and Steve.”

“You have my word,” He grinned.

He watched you undress until you were in nothing but your bra and panties. You went to the desk and stood in front of it stiffly. You smiled. “Okay?”

“I said panties,” He intoned. “Nothing about your bra.”

You frowned and swiftly unhooked your bra and tossed it aside. 

“Up,” He gestured with his hand as he held his phone up. 

You pushed aside the chair and turned to clear a spot for you to sit before you climbed up awkwardly. You turned back to him and leaned on your hands.

“Stick your chest out a little,” He directed. “Good, and cross your legs. Mmm, yes. Like that.” He hit capture and lowered his phone. “Wow.”

“What?” You leapt down and scrambled over to him. “I must look awful.”

“You look… hot,” He growled the last word. “Fuck. Get those panties off while I send this to Steve.” He rubbed his crotch as he flicked his thumb over his screen. “I can’t wait much longer.”

You rolled your panties down your legs as you turned away from him. You heard him set his phone down as you neared the bed. 

“No, I want you back on that desk,” He said. “Now.” You spun back and put your hands on your hips. He shook his head in warning. “You know what happens to bad girls.” He warned.

You strutted over to the desk as he pulled his shirt over his head. He kicked off his shoes as he slowly closed in on you. He stripped deliberately until he was before you, naked and hard. You stared up at him and he lifted you up onto the desk. He pushed your knees apart and stepped between your legs.

“Do you remember that first time? On my desk? Hmm?” He inhaled your scent as he dragged his nose along your cheek. “I’ve been thinking about that all week.”

“Oh yeah,” You breathed as you felt along his sides and around his broad back. “Do you think about me when you teach?”

“Always,” He snarled. “I think about fucking you, front and centre, right in front of everyone.”

“Really?” His lips tickled your temple as he plied kisses one at a time. You leaned back and bared your throat.

“You know, what I really want,” He nuzzled your neck as he spoke. “I want you under my desk as I mark… help keep me focused.”

“Oh?” You moaned as his fingers inched along your stomach. “When do you mark?”

“Whenever you’re free, baby,” He nibbled at your skin between words.

“Tomorrow?” You felt long his thigh and brushed your fingertips along his sac. He shivered.

“Tomorrow.” He gulped as you gripped him. “Meet me at my office.”

“Mmm,” You pulled him close as rubbed his tip along your folds. “What about tonight?”

“Tonight,” He lifted his head as you guided him to your entrance. “Tonight I’m gonna fuck you till you scream.”

He pushed into you and you gasped. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, hungry for him. Each time he thrust, the desk wobbled and clattered against the wall. You clawed at his back as you curled your pelvis towards him, longing to take every inch of him. You moaned and locked your legs around his ass.

“Make me scream,” You taunted.

He grunted and plunged into you harder. You were at the edge of the desk, entirely at his mercy. He pushed his hand between your bodies and pressed his thumb to your clit. He rubbed you roughly, painfully almost, yet the thrill of it was delicious. Your moans grew louder and louder.

He reached back with one hand and tore your arm from around him. Your other arm slipped as he pushed you onto your back and pulled your ass over the edge of the desk. Your grasped onto the desk above your head as he crashed into you. Your body jerked across the painted white wood and you gritted your teeth as your voice rose.

“Come on, baby,” He rutted into you, harder and harder. “Come on.” He hissed as his thumb worked your clit. “Scream.” 

He impaled you entirely and you obeyed. He wrenched your orgasm from you and your legs quivered around him as you shrieked. Your head lolled and you covered his hand with yours as his thumb kept its motion. When it stopped, he dug his fingers into your hips and began to thrust again.

His own climax was barely smothered as he hung his head back and bit down on his lip. He pulled out and his cum spilled onto your vee and dripped down your cunt. You gulped and gasped as you tried to catch your breath and he lowered your legs back to the floor. Your sat up as his cum cooled along your thigh.

“You still mad, baby?” He asked as he framed your face with his hands. 

You pulled his hands away and placed them on your tits. “You still have some work to do.”

[exchonoir]

Wouldn’t call it a mistake

Five years ago you had a very spicy night with Gibbs, and the next morning he made sure you knew it was a one time thing kind of mistake. That became a problem when two months later you found out you were pregnant, you knew you couldn’t tell Gibbs. In your mind it would be better if you took time off when you started showing and just kept it underwraps. You talked to Vance about it, of course leaving out the fact that the father worked in the building, and you both agreed you would be put on desk work. Then you hit five months, and you couldn’t wear loose blouses to hide it, and you asked Vance for a temporary transfer to the NOLA office. Pride could keep a secret, and he helped you for the rest of your pregnancy, even helped you for the first year of raising your son. Then you packed up and went back to DC, your family was there and was willing to watch Mason when you needed.

That brought you to today, so far everything was going smoothly, Mason was in school and you were both thriving. You felt guilty of course, every time you looked at Gibbs or your son you knew you were keeping them from each other. You hadn’t even given Gibbs a chance or a decision to be a father, you took it away from him for five years. The thought about telling him had passed through your mind you were just unsure about what would happen. Unfortunately the universe was tired of your little games.

“Mom!” A small voice shouted from the elevator. You choked on your coffee before turning to the elevator to see Mason, and your mother walking very fast. “Mom? Oh. Hello Mrs. (y/l/n).” Tony said with a very confused look. Everything you had built was starting to crumble because everyone was looking at the little boy, with bright blue eyes and dark hair, round the corner. You stood up quickly, and quickly walked towards them picking Mason up quickly before ushering your mother to an interrogation room. “Mom we talked about this, Mason can’t be here.” You spoke in a hushed tone, running your fingers through his hair. “I know and I told him that but he had a bad day and really wanted to see you. He wouldn’t tell me what was wrong, I also have an appointment so he needs to stay for an hour tops.” With a sigh you nodded, and let your mom out. “Well chickpea, I guess it’s time to meet my team, and then you can tell me what’s wrong.” You watched his face light up and you set him down and grabbed his hand. It was now or never, carefully you lead him back to the bullpen, and sat him on your desk.

“Ah (y/n)! You’re back, uh, mind introducing us to your little friend.” You glared at Tony, the man just knew how to press buttons without noticing. “This is Mason, my son. He had a bad day so he will be here for an hour.” Was all you said before sitting in your chair and signing into the computer. It was quiet for a moment before Mason spoke up, “ your eyes look like mine, so you’re cool.” Gibbs smirked before titling his head and saying, “Why don’t I show you around for a little, if your mother agrees of course.” You nodded, and helped Mason off the desk before watching him walk off holding his dads hand. Once they were out of sight you turned to the other three, “ask away. I know you have questions.”

They glanced at each other before they rushed you with questions. “How old is he?” “How come we didn’t know about him until now?” “Is that why you left that one time?” “Who’s his dad, and do we know him?” Once you thought they had let it all out you took a glance around. “He’s five, so yes he is the reason I went to work for Pride. I didn’t tell you guys because it came as a surprise and I knew once you guys knew I would have to tell his dad, and yes McGee, you all know his dad.” You smiled at them before turning back to your computer. For Bishop and McGee, it was an easy guess as to who it was but Tony took way longer. Gibbs, and Mason had returned by the time Tony had shouted, “Holy shit, no fucking way.” That promptly earned him a smack to the from Gibbs, and a “Tony there’s a kid in the room.” From you.

An hour had passed and your mother had returned to pick up Mason. Gibbs helped him repack his bag and you waved them off before letting out a sigh. “Think we need to talk, in my office.” Gibbs said before walking to the elevator and pressing the button. You knew this day was coming, and yet you were certainly about to shit yourself once you stepped into the elevator. You turned to face him before looking down at the ground, “look, I know what you’re going to say and I’m sorry.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, give me a sign or a hint. Why didn’t I get a chance?”

“You said it was a mistake so I thought you wouldn’t want to be apart of his life. I wanted to tell you, Pride wanted to but I begged him to wait until I was ready.” You glanced up at him to try and get a reading of how he was feeling. He was quiet for a while, as if he was thinking of what could fix the situation. “I thought you wouldn’t want to keep seeing each other. We weren’t exactly sober, and I thought it would make it easier but if that’s my son I deserved to know.” His voice was cracking which made you reach out to grab his arm. “He’s yours, and I want you there Jethro. It wasn’t a mistake for me, I got the best thing in the world out of it.” Was all you could say to him, hoping that it would start the healing process for both of you.

He nodded before reaching over and pressing the button and starting the elevator back up. Nothing else was said, and you went back to your desk confused but no longer feeling guilty. Work went as work does and soon everyone was going home, and surprisingly Gibbs left before everyone else, leaving your questions unanswered. The drive felt like it went on for years, but you were ready to cuddle with your son and but the day behind you.

It was a little after eight when the door bell had rung, and after making sure your son was safe you went to check the door. After taking a quick glance out of the peephole you pulled the door open and leaned against it. “I didn’t know what kind of toys kids liked or what kind of clothes he wore, but I got some stuff for my son.” You let out a small laugh and let Gibbs in, taking the bags from him. “Where did you even go to get this stuff?” You asked him as you pulled out small packages of toy boats, and a pair of small pajama pants. “I had some help, that’s why I left early. I know that I’m five years late but i want to be here (y/n), I want to know my son.” He spoke with the same firmness he did during cases. Right as you were about to speak a small voice cut you off, “mommy, you okay?” You turned around and looked at your son before picking him and turning back to Gibbs. “I want you to meet someone sweetie, someone you should have met.” You let out a sigh before pressing a small kiss to Masons head. “I meet him mommy, he has cool eyes.” He was so innocent, so pure. “Mason, this is your daddy.”

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You Always Find Your Way Back Home Part Ten (Thranduil x Reader)

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“There will be a council meeting soon, King Thranduil---” Gandalf’s calm voice was cut off by Thranduil throwing his crown across the room, it’s sound vibrating through the room as it crashed against the stone flooring.

“She’s gone!” Thranduil shouted, “There’s nothing that you and your precious council can do because as long as this abysmal ring is in existence she will never come back!” Thranduil’s shouts turned into heartbroken sobs as he felt the same piercing pain in his chest like the first time he lost you.

“That is what the meeting will be about, destroying this… abysmal, as you say, to get her back for good, Thranduil.” Gandalf spoke sternly, gripping his staff as he stared down the king breaking down before him.

“For good?” Thranduil scoffed, a bitter laugh leaving his throat as he stared at the wizard with bloodshot eyes, crying for days and nights on end, a never-ending pit of sadness consuming him as he lost his love all over again.

“Yes, Thranduil, for good.” Gandalf lost the formality as he strode forward, pressing the end of his staff into Thranduil’s chest.

“You need to stop being so miserable and realize what is right in front of you,” Gandalf muttered, “Your son, your son Legolas, the son you raised with (Y/n), is hurting just like you are, but is he falling into a pit of sadness and neglecting every duty and responsibility around him?!” Gandalf nearly shouted, a glare in his eyes.

“No. He’s trying to hold it together for his father who fell apart like a house of cards... “ Gandalf sighed, realizing he couldn’t force the elven king to come to his senses like this.

“You’re right…” Thranduil clenched his jaw, leaning forward to rest his nose on the top of his hands that were now locked together as he leaned forward, his platinum hair falling over his face like a curtain.

“I am no house of cards,” Thranduil mumbled mostly to himself, “I am a king.”

“A king, a father, a ruler... “ He sighed deeply through his nose, wiping his eyes with the protective cover of his hair before flipping it up out of his face.

“Where are you going?” Gandalf questioned as Thranduil nearly launched himself out of his throne.

“To check on my son,” Thranduil declared, nearly running out of the room as he walked through the maze of twists and turns before he arrived at Legolas’ door.

“Legolas?” Thranduil called softly like he was coming to his son after he scolded him for doing something wrong. He didn’t want to have Legolas push him away. “Ada?” Legolas questioned, sniffling quietly as he wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

“May I come in?” Thranduil questioned, prepared for Legolas to say no and to continue to speak to him through the door.

“I guess so,” Legolas was confused, his father never checked up on him like this.

Thranduil inhaled deeply through his nose, opening the door to see Legolas perched now on the end of his bed, a confused look on his face.

“May I sit?” Thranduil motioned to the other side of Legolas, to which Legolas nodded. “If you’d like,” Legolas mumbled.

Thranduil sat next to Legolas, their shoulders nearly touching, “I’m sorry, Ionneg (My Son),” Thranduil sighed, looking up to the ceiling. “I should’ve, should, should be more considerate to your feelings,”

Legolas’ brow was furrowed as he turned to look at Thranduil, “What?”

“I lost a wife, the love of my life… But you lost your mother, and me, in the same go,” Thranduil’s eyes teared up, closing his eyes, “When I-- We, lost her, I became a shell of a man. I ran away when I should’ve run to you, to help you, to care for you,” Thranduil confessed, eyes opening as a tear slipped down his cheek.

“I’m so sorry Ionneg, I…” Thranduil was cut off by Legolas practically throwing himself into Thranduil’s embrace causing Thranduil’s teary eyes to widen as he held his son close to his chest.

The room was filled with silence until Thranduil felt the sobs wracking Legolas’ body as he held him close, Thranduil’s heart cracking just a little more as he felt responsible for his son’s pain.

“I’m here, my little Greenleaf, I’m here,” Thranduil cooed, being the father that Legolas needed since he was a child.

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“Greenleaf, there is a meeting in Imladris to discuss destroying the ring once and for all,” Thranduil began, the two now sitting at dinner.

Legolas’ head perked up, lettuce halfway in his mouth as his eyes widened with this new information. “I want to go,” Legolas said, sounding more like “I wuff ta goo” with all the food in his mouth as he hurriedly swallowed it with an audible gulp.

Thranduil hesitated to spear his fork into the tomato chunk on his plate before nodding, “If you’d like to go, I won’t stop you, Legolas…” The urge to protect his child was strong, but he knew his son needed closure, and this was a way for him to get it.

Setting down his fork, Thranduil looked into Legolas’ eyes, “This ring has old and ancient magic, I am sure there are those who wouldn’t want it destroyed… Be careful.”

Legolas nodded, “I will be,” Legolas gave a smile as the two continued their meal, drifting into a comfortable silence.

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Flipping through the Yellow Pages, you furrowed your brow. Fortune tellers, Magical trinkets and goodies, ‘Malevolent Ida, the woman of all magic’. It just sounded fake to you. Closing the book you tossed it onto the coffee table before running your hands down your face.

“How…” You repeated to yourself over and over as you began to think over every ‘magical’ encounter you’ve had in Middle-Earth.

Your thinking was interrupted by a loud rap of knuckles on your door. “Just a minute!” You called out, flinging your blanket off your lap.

The knocking kept going, causing you to furrow your brow again, your heart began to slam against your rib cage as you stared at the door. “I’m coming,” You called out again, now going to the kitchen and grabbing a large knife from your knife block before going to the door.

As you grasped the knob, the knocking stopped. Confused, you looked through the peephole. Looking side to side, you felt even more confusion as you realized one thing.

No one was outside.

Opening the door slowly, you looked around before looking at your feet. Below was a package wrapped in thick leaves and string like it was from---

“Middle-earth…” You mumbled in awe, reaching down to grasp the item and bring it inside, scanning your surroundings one last time before shutting your front door.

Carefully untying the strings, you watched as the leaves fell open to reveal a piece of old paper, words appearing to be written in some sort of golden ink.

“Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne in the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them… In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie,” You read out loud, horror filling your expression as you took a step back from the paper.

“Ancient magic is powerful, especially if you have to tie it to an object”

“The ring has been found again, reversing the spell we created long ago.” 

Gandalf’s words began to swirl in your mind causing you to stumble back into sitting in your armchair, you stared at the paper in shock.

Looking up to the ceiling, you examined the grooves of the paint as you let a sigh fall from your mouth.

“What. The. Fuck,” You cursed out loud, wondering why it had to be you, why it had to be Thranduil, why this mess had to happen at all. Who sent it? Why would someone want you to know of this?

All these questions began to give you a headache, causing you to slip your eyes shut. You didn’t know what you were going to do. But you knew one thing for sure, that ring must be destroyed.

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With nothing better to do, the first person on Ezra’s mind was Val. He knew she would be home, so he decided that he would make a surprise visit. Once at the door, he rang her doorbell and stood away from the view of the peephole. “Surprised to see me?” He asked when she opened up.

Valeria was making lunch, and planned to spend the rest of the day home and watching movies all day. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and Charlie had a key, so hearing her bell surprised her. She looked out the peephole, but saw no one, so she assumed it was a package at the door. She opened it and jumped when Ezra popped out, “Shit, you scared me.” She hit him in the chest, “What are you doing here Ez? You couldn’t call first.”

Ezra couldn’t stop his laughter from bubbling over. He probably shouldn’t have laughed so hard, yet he simply couldn’t stop himself. The woman’s reaction was comical. “What? I did ring the doorbell.” He said as he rubbed his chest. “That hurts by the way.” As he continued to rub his chest, a brow rose. “When have I ever done anything you ask of me? And don’t act like you’re not happy to see me. You know you are.” He grinned.

Valeria folded her arms and shook her head, “Yeah you rang the bell, and then moved away from the peephole, so I thought the delivery man dropped off a package.” She took a calming breath, and shook her head, “It was supposed to hurt.” She rolled her eyes, and moved back to let him in. As scared as she just was, she was happy to see Ezra, “I’m surprised to see you, I haven’t seen you in a while. Where have you been hiding?”

    “Oh, come on, I was trying to be funny. Where’s your sense of humor?” Ezra grinned, unapologetic for his childish behavior. The way he saw it, Val needed some laughter in her life, what if the death of her claim and all… “You’re always so violent with me.” He let out a feigned sigh and shook his head, and when she moved aside, he strolled right in. “You know me, I’m a busy man. I’ve either been working or playing.” He explained, giving her wink, knowing that she would understand what he meant.

Valeria smirked, she couldn’t stay mad at Ezra for too long, he always found a way to make her laugh all the time, so she just shook her head at him, and closed the door behind him, “You always make me be violent, but I would never really hurt you.” She rolled her eyes at him being busy playing, he definitely knows how to play. “I bet you were out there playing way more than you were working.”  She giggled, “So do you want something to drink, I as just making my lunch, you can stay if you want to join me, I have plenty.”

    “You could hurt me if you want… I wouldn’t mind it one bit.” Ezra winked at Val and walked a little further into the living room. “You sound like my brother now.” He rolled his eyes as he thought about the uptight old man, “But just so you know, I work more than I play. I just so happen to want a social life. It’s good for you, you know…” He plopped down on her couch then and made himself comfortable. “A drink sounds fine, and if you want me to eat, I guess I could join you. I’m always hungry anyway… But first why don’t you sit down and tell me what you’ve been up to.”

Valeria laughed, “Oh you would like that huh? You are one kind of freak Ez, but I approve of that freakiness.” She and Ezra had been flirting like this for a long time, and once he went away to collage, she had to admit that she missed him. But he was there for her when Emmet passed, and she always appreciated him for hat. She nodded, “Okay, I will believe that, but I know you play really hard too, so it will be interesting to see how hard you work.” She was about to go grab them something to drink, but Ezra wanted to talk first, so she plopped down next to him, “Me, just working hard. A lot of parties to plan, and I am the girl you call for that. So I have been working, and trying to sell off a lot of Emmet’s cars, so I can clear out the showroom, and turn it into a showroom for my company.”

    “Freaky Ez, I like the sound of that…” Ezra’s smile grew bright as his eyes scanned the woman before him. He wasn’t going to lie and say that he didn’t want her. That would be a lie straight out of hell, but knowing her history, he decided that he would take things easy with Val. He was biding his time, giving out signals and flirting with her when the opportunity presented itself. So far, it looked like it was working in his favor. “When you work hard, you should play harder. That’s what life’s all about, right?” He returned with a shrug, watching as she took a seat next to him. “Sounds like you have a lot on your hands too… Have you been making time for yourself? We should go out sometime, hit the clubs and have a few drinks.”

Valeria giggled, “I bet you do.” Quiet as it was kept, she liked it too, and she wondered just how freaky Ezra could get. They had been flirting for a very long time, but the timing was never right for them to make a move. So they just stayed friends, and flirted a lot. But he was there for her when Emmet died, he came over and hung out with her, and just let her cry, it was what she needed. He even brought her soup, and she thought it was sweet. She shrugged her shoulders, “That’s what they say, but I seem to be working much harder than I am able to play.” She was a little surprised when he asked her out, “Are you asking me on a date Ezra Sutherland?”

    Ezra wanted to show Val a good time. He remembered how wrecked she was when Emmet died and even though he’d tried to console her, he wasn’t sure if it had even worked. The Val now looked a thousand times better, she was smiling and healthier than she was all those months ago. What he hadn’t expected was for her to take his offer as a date. Did he even want to go there with her? He wasn’t sure, and the thought made him a little restless. When in a bind however, he was grateful for his quick wit, so after a brief pause, he said, “You know I’m clueless when it comes to dating, so don’t expect me to bring you roses or whatever sappy shit dates bring. I will however, promise you a great time. So what do you say, Valeria Montague, feel like going out to town with me?”

Val chuckled when she saw Ezra speechless for the first time in her life, “Did I render the great Ezra Sutherland speechless?” Sheshook her head when he started saying what he not go do, “Well as long as you are a gentleman, then that’s all I’m asking. I don’t need flowers, they die anyway.” She giggled, “If you think you can handle me, then I would love to go out with you Ezra Sutherland.” She smiled, “So do you want that drink now?”

    "What? I’m never speechless.“ Ezra returned, denying the fact that he was indeed speechless. What else could he say? The woman practically twisted his words and turned his invite into a date, not that there was anything wrong with that. It just spooked him a little. "Good. I’m always a gentleman anyway. You never have to worry about that.” He winked and scoffed at her next words. “Please, you know I can handle you. I’ve seen you at your worse, remember…?” He was of course referring to the past couple of months. “Yeah, a drink sounds good. But you also said there’s food. Feed me woman!” He laughed, rubbing his belly pretending to be hungry.

“You were so speechless.” She giggled, and shook her head. “But that’s okay, you’re kinda cute when you’re speechless.” Valeria liked flirting with Ezra, he always had something to come back with something whitty, and sexy. She knew he was a gentleman, but she wondered if he was truly always a gentleman, because that was not she heard. He definitely had a reputation, and she wondered if she would ever find out about it personally. She sighed and put on a warm smile, not wanting to get sad, she turned up her sass, “That was the past, but you have no idea how to handle the Valeria you see now.” She smirked, and got up hearing he was ready for his drink. She put her hands on her hips, hearing him demanding food, “Well aren’t we a demanding dominant, is that what they teach you in that fact school in the States?”

    Ezra could only shrug his shoulders. There wasn’t much point for him to argue with Val. She would never let things go then, so it was best not to address the matter any more than needed. "You kidding me? I’m not just cute. I’m dashingly handsome.” He retorted with a big grin on his face and wiggle of his brows. At the sudden change in her demeanor, he frowned. He wondered what that was about and got even more confused when she spoke once more, but always one to push serious talks aside, he responded with. “Uh-huh… If you say so. We’ll see if I can handle you or not.” Mimicking her stance, he stood up to follow her. “I’m not demanding, I’m hungry. Girls there are a lot different from the ones here. Makes me wonder if maybe the roles should be switched. Come to think about it, some of them are a lot like you.” He teased, laughing.

Valeria giggled, “You’re definitely cute, and that’s a good thing in my eyes. But you are dashingly handsome as well.” She playfully rolled his eyes, and folded her arms, “I don’t know about that, I mean you remember the Val you met, wild, crazy, sexy Val, well she is back, but new and improved. So you are in for a wild night when it comes to me. We’ll see if you can hang with me or not.” She winked at him, and went to the kitchen. “Well we can’t have you hungry, so come on, I hope you like broccoli and chicken pasta.” She smiled and shook her head, “What is that supposed to mean? What are girls like me like?”

    "Mhmm… You know, guys don’t like being called cute, right? We’re not puppies.” Ezra retorted with a shake of his head. He never understood the term cute for guys, it always made him feel like a child somehow, and a child he was not. He playfully rolled his eyes at her next remark, clearly she didn’t know him and how much he could play, but he wasn’t one to talk the talk and not walk the walk, so he simply replied with. “We’ll just have to see. Although, by the looks of it, you might just end up feeling limbless by the end of the night…” He winked right back at her and followed along. “I’m not very picky. I can eat just about anything.” The words could not be truer, he was a bottomless pit and would probably forever be that way. “Oh, you know shameless…” He answered her, throwing his head back and laughing. “But then again, so am I…” He added.

“But what if they are cute?” Valeria giggled, “But you are way cuter than a puppy, more like a manly puppy.” She sighed, “Would it be better if I said you were panty dropping sexy?” She knew that she needed to stroke his ego just a little. Men tended to like that, and she liked doing it. She smirked hearing his comeback, “Oh really? Well now I’m really looking forward to the night out now.” She stirred her pasta, and heated up her sauce, and his comments made her gasp, “I am not shameless, I just know what I want, and get it done.” She laughed, “But it’s good to know we have something in common.”

    "Trust me, it’s not. If a guy likes being called cute, there’s something wrong with them. –Oh good God, don’t ever call me a puppy, manly or not…“ Ezra retorted with yet another roll of his eyes and plopped himself on the counter. "Panty dropping sexy, huh? I can get down with that.” He grinned, not to brag, but he definitely could seduce a woman without having to say much. It must be part of his charm or something. “And why’s that?” He asked curiously. Could she be thinking of sleeping with him? Nah… It couldn’t be the case right? But if she was in fact pushing for that route, he wasn’t going to say no either. He wasn’t stupid, when a woman was practically laying herself out for him, he was going to take it. “Same difference, isn’t it? Shameless or not, our types go for what we want, no holds barred."

Valeria got the food together as she listened to Ezra talk about how guys don’t like to be called cute, “Alright, alright, I will never call you cute or a puppy again, you are definitely much better than that.” She shook her head, as he plopped on her counter, “I figured you would like that, I mean who doesn’t like to be called sexy?” She stirred her sauce, and pulled out a spoon, “Here taste and tell me what you think?” She was glad that Ezra decided to pop in and see her, it was nice, and it reminded her of all the times before he went to the states, and how much fun they had. She smiled, and looked at him through her lashes, “Because I like feeling limbless.” She winked back.  “I guess it is the same thing, I mean, I don’t see nothing wrong with going after what you want, and when you get it, you feel accomplished.” She smiled, and pulled the pasta out of the water.

    "Thank you.” Ezra said, thoroughly happy that Val was seeing his point. He didn’t want to have to get annoyed with her. That would be a shame because she was too pretty. “I know. I bet it makes you all hot and bothered when someone calls you sexy.” He stated, sending the woman a wink. When she asked him to taste the sauce, he did it readily and was pleasantly surprised at how delicious it tasted. “A woman after my own heart. You’re not only sexy, but can cook too? That’s it, I’m claiming you…” He teased with a laugh, a brow raising at her next words. “Then, maybe I should make you feel that way.” He wiggled his brows suggestively. To say that he was pleasantly surprised that she was flirting with him would be an understatement, but he wasn’t going to complain either. It was nice to flirt with Val. “I never see the point in holding back anyway. You’ll only end up with blue balls. At least for me. I have no idea what they call it for you ladies. Blue vagina?” As the last word left his lips, he let out a boisterous laugh, knowing that what he said sounded ridiculous.

Val smiled, “You’re welcome, l would never want to offend you.” She bit her bottom lip when Ezra asked about her being called sexy, “I don’t know about hot and bothered, but who wouldn’t want to be called sexy. I like to be complimented.” She smiled, and admitted to herself that she felt even more tingles when he said it. She smiled brightly when he said her sauce was delicious, “I like to cook, it relaxes me.” She laughed at his claim to claim her, “Well if you do, you’ll be fed well, and have a sexy woman ready to please you.” She laughed, and licked her lips, “Maybe you should.” She smirked and went to get the things for a salad out of the fridge. She was bending over longer than she had too, but just to tease him a bit. She came back over, and started making the salad. Then she cracked up laughing when he said blue vagina, “Oh my God….you are insane. No we don’t get blue vaginas you freak!” She laughed louder, “But we definitely get really horny, but for me, I just go to the brothel when I get too worked up.“

    "How very gracious of you… Well, as long as you like it, that’s all that matters. For what it’s worth I think you’re cute.” Ezra smiled, throwing her earlier words back at her seemed a little easier, seeing as she was a woman. He wasn’t sure if cute would aptly describe Val, she was beautiful and had a bubbly personality, that would be a more accurate description. “I don’t always think with my little head, most of the time, I think with my stomach, so it’s good to know that I’ll be taken care of…” He didn’t even think about the joke of claiming her, it simply slipped out. Although, now that he thought about it, if he was indeed ready to settle down someday, Val would make for a very good candidate–not that this was where things were headed or anything… He still had his wild oats to sow. “That can definitely become a reality. All you have to do is say the words.” He stated, looking at the submissive with hungry eyes. “What? It’s a legit question.” He laughed, grateful that he was able to fill her with glee. It had been so long since he last saw her like this. “You go to a brothel and you call me a freak? I think you should be called Val the Freak now.” He teased.

Valeria smiled, “Thank you, I don’t mind being called cute, because I know that sexy and gorgeous are other adjectives that describes me.” She laughed hearing Ezra talking about how he don’t always think with his little head, “That’s mature of you, your little head could get you in a lot of trouble. So thinking with your stomach, might give you a better grade of woman.” She smirked, “Especially if she can cook like me.” Flirting with Ezra came so naturally, it made her day. She plated up their food, “Say the word huh? It’s that easy huh? Well I’ll keep that in mind. You like wine? Red or white?” She went and grabbed some glasses. She laughed, “That is not legit, you know women don’t get blue vaginas. But yes I go to the brothel, a member of my family owns it, and I get to support her, and take care of my needs at the same time. I’m not ashamed of it either. You should go with me someday it’s a great place.” She giggled, “Val the Freak…got a nice ring to it.” She smirked and took a bite of her food.

    "That you are, but don’t go around telling people that you’re sexy and gorgeous. They might think you’re conceited.“ Ezra teased, laughing. Not that he couldn’t see how gorgeous Val was, still it was best not to brag about it. "So far, it never has.” He admitted, shrugging his shoulders. Which was the truth. He’d made it clear that he wanted nothing but sex with the women he slept with and so far, none of said women have come knocking at his door. “Yeah, when the time comes, I’ll definitely make sure that she can cook-” he said before standing up and moving towards Val, stopping her from her task. With a wickedly tender smile, he reached out and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, “-like you…” Their gazes locked and for a minute, he swore his heart beat a little faster. He drew back then, needing the space. “Uh… Yeah, if that’s what you want.” He felt a little off all of a sudden, but as usual, he pushed that feeling aside. Sitting down, he answered her. “Red sounds good.” Thankful that the conversation veered in the right course, he smiled at her. “Hey, if you don’t have sex for a long while, something’s bound to go blue…” He stated with a shrug and nodded at her remark. “It makes a lot more sense now. You’re not only helping your family, but also get to get your rocks off.” Once the food was in front of him, he took a bite. “This is good… And I agree, that nickname suits you.”

Valeria laughed, “Do you really think I care if people think I am conceited?” She smirked, not that she would ever brag on her beauty, she would rather let others tell her how beautiful she was. “But don’t worry, I’m not going to brag, I’ll just let you tell me.” She giggled and pinched his cheeks. She sipped her wine, “Well let’s hope it stays that way, you don’t want any surprises.” She was shocked when Ezra came up to her, and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched, and she was looking in his eyes, “Y-yes…like me.” She wanted to kiss him so bad, but they had never gone there before, and she didn’t know if he was into her like that. She calmed down when he pulled away, “Um…yeah.. red.” She grabbed the wine and poured it. Thankful that he moved on from the conversation, “I don’t think women get blue anything, so that’s not our issue.” She nodded, “Exactly, support the family, and get what I need. It’s a win/win.” She took another bite of her food, “Thanks, and I like the name.”

    Although Ezra still felt weird for how he behaved earlier, it also made him wonder what that was all about. He always knew he liked Val. He wanted to fuck her to be exact, when he first met her, but things somehow changed. He cared about her and wanted to take care of her when she was grieving. For the longest time, he wouldn’t even consider the idea of moving in on her, he understood that she was still sad about Emmet’s death. But now that he knew she had returned to her bubbly self, their dynamics seemed to shift again. Thinking about the whole thing gave him a headache, so it was best that he left things friendly. "Wouldn’t they feel blue if they haven’t had any though? I know I would…” He went back to his teasing. “It sure is…” He nodded. “By the way, I have a confession to make. I’ve never actually been to a brothel before. What’s it like in those places? I’m curious.”

Valeria sipped her wine, trying to calm down those feelings that just popped up as Ezra was so close to her, and was so tender with her. They flirted sure, but this was so different, and she wondered where that came from. But if he wasn’t going to mention it, then neither would she. She laughed at his question, “I don’t really know how my vagina is supposed to feel blue, but I definitely get horny.” Helis confession didn’t surprise her, he didn’t seem like the type to go to brothels. “Well it’s not bad, it’s a safe environment where you can go and get your rocks off, with someone that knows what you like and will give it to you. You should come with me, it’ll be fun.”

    "I wasn’t talking about your vagina, Val. I was talking about you feeling blue in general. God, you can be so literal sometime.” Ezra stated, letting out a laugh. He might be teasing her for her mentality, but in actuality, he found it rather refreshing to be acquainted with a woman who knew what she wanted. She challenged him in so many aspects and he liked that about her. He thought about her offer to go to a brothel with her and although he wasn’t one to visit such establishments, he liked going on new adventures, so his answer came out easily. “Why not. You can show me around and you’re right, it will be fun.” He winked.

Valeria giggled, “Hey you were talking about blue balls, and blue vaginas so I thought that’s what you meant, but yes I know what it’s like to feel blue.” she smiled and shook her head. “I just try not to let myself get too blue these days, and when I do, that’s when I go to the brothel, and get myself centered again.” She was surprised to hear that Ezra would go with her, “Really? Well I think we would have a blast, and you might enjoy yourself.” She smirked, and sipped her wine, “And it could be really hot.” She winked.

    "I did at first, but you should’ve learned to read between the lines. I swear you can be such a blond sometimes.“ Ezra retorted, laughing and took another bite of the delicious pasta. "I can see too…” He nodded in understanding. After what happened all those months ago, it was good to know that Val was actually taking care of herself and not allowing her to upset her. “I told you I would enjoy myself. Especially seeing as you’ll be around.” He wiggled his brows, “And yes, very hot…” His gaze wandered down to her body as those last words past his lips. Shaking his head, he continued on with the meal until he was done and stood up to bring his plate into the sink. “You done with that?” He asked from where he was standing. “Since you cooked, the least I could do is dishes…”

“Please, you are the blonde around here, talking about blue vaginas.” Valeria giggled, and started eating her food. “But I’m sure that someone as sexy as yourself has no trouble with blue balls, because you don’t go that long without sex.” She smirked, and liked that she could talk to Ezra about anything, he made her feel like she felt before. She smiled, “Oh, so having me around here would make you have fun? Okay, I like that.” She hoped that she would make him comfortable and he have a good time at the brothel. “Definitely hot.” She liked that he was going to go with her. Their lunch was fun, and they talked more, “Yeah I’m done, thanks.” She smiled when he started cleaning the dishes.

    "No, I stand by my statement. You’re the blonde. I mean, if women don’t get blue balls then something else was bound to get blue.” Ezra corrected pointedly as he picked up the dishes that was left on the counter and started on dishes. “Not gonna lie, but I do get my fair share of happy times, so my balls are never blue.” He returned with a laugh. “And c'mon, you’re a ball of sunshine. How could I not have fun while you’re around.” He truly believed what he said. Val was someone he liked hanging out with. He wouldn’t have popped in on her if that wasn’t the case.

“You can stand by your statement all you want, but you sir are the blonde.” She laughed and finished her wine, before handing off her glass to Ezra. “There is no such thing as blue vaginas for a reason.” She playfully rolled her eyes, “Mmhmm, I bet you do. Just keep it wrapped up or blue balls would be the last thing you have to worry about.” She laughed, and got up to help him with the dishes. She dried while he washed. “You’re right about that, you will always have fun if I’m around.“

    "Whatever, Val. I’m not going to argue with you on this matter, otherwise, I’d be stuck here all week… And just so we’re clear, I did say something else would be blue, not just your vagina.” Ezra stated, shaking his head. Clearly, she wasn’t going to let the matter go and he wasn’t going to go back and forth over it, so for now, he would just concede defeat. “Hey, I don’t play around when it comes to my junk. You should be taking your own advice seeing that you visit brothels and all.” He added with a laugh as he continued with his task. His gaze shifted for a moment and he sent her a smirk. “Well, aren’t we full of ourselves these days…”

Valeria shrugged her shoulders, “Good, no need to argue over something so silly, we just know that women don’t get blue vaginas. But I have no idea what you think would get blue on a woman if we didn’t have sex for a long time? Maybe you want to elaborate on that?” She smirked as she continued drying the dishes. She put up her finger, “Oh I am always safe, and just because I go to the brothel don’t make me lackadaisical on protection. Besides, that’s a rule of the brothel, all interactions have to be protected.” She shrugged her shoulders, “Just know my worth, that’s all.”

    Ezra rolled his eyes again, his head shaking at how stubborn Val could be. “Didn’t we already discuss this. When I said blue I meant your emotions, Val. How many times do I have to keep elaborating? I wonder now if maybe you’re losing your mind a little.” He challenged with a laugh. “Hey, I’m just saying. Instead of worrying about my junk, make sure you worry about yours. I may be pretty but I’m not dumb. First of all, I don’t want to end up getting a woman pregnant and second, I’m actually attached to my buddy…” He said, finishing off the dishes. As he wiped his hands, he added. “So do I, but you don’t see me bragging about my worth, now do you? –You about done there? We should go sit down and catch up.”

Valeria liked getting Ezra all worked up, it was fun seeing him like that. She put up her hands up in surrender, Okay, okay, I know what you are talking about, but it’s fun seeing you get all huffy like that.“ She giggled “I always take care of me, I am not dumb either, and I’m glad to know that you do the same. It wouldn’t be a good look if you didn’t take care of yourself.” She smiled and finished drying the last of the dishes. “That’s why we are two different people Ez, and I brag.” She laughed, and nodded, “Yup done, we can go to media room to talk, follow me.” She took his hand, and led him to the media room and sat on the plush couch, “So talk to me.”

     "You live to annoy me, I’m not surprised at all.” Ezra shook his head. He suppose, he shouldn’t be surprised at the revelation. Val was a tease after all. “Alright, now that dishes are done and we’ve both established that we keep our junks safe, let’s go chill.” He allowed her to take his hand and lead them to the media room. Once there, he plopped down next to her and leaned close, letting his head rest on her arm. “Your arm is nice and pillowy.” He said lazily with his eyes closed. “Rub my head, Val…” This was new, he never usually wanted this kind of attention from a woman, but with Val, he felt like he could do that for some reason.  

aleria got comfortable on the couch, and was prepared to talk to Ez, but what he did next surprised her a little, but she actually thought it was sweet. “You know I wouldn’t do this for everyone, but since I like you, I’ll do it.” She shifted a little, so he was laying in his lap. She started slowly running her fingers through his hair, and massaged his scalp. This was nice, and she hadn’t felt this comfortable in a long time. “So how’s work coming along? I can’t wait to watch your new show, Love Island."

"I feel honored. But wait, a minute… I didn’t know you liked me. This is a surprise, Miss Montague.” Ezra teased, snuggling against Val’s arm a little more. He liked that she was accommodating and sweet. With his demanding work schedule, a little pampering goes a long way. Soon, he found himself comfortably laying on her lap with her fingers running through his hair, her nails ever so gently grazing his scalp. His eyes were closed when she spoke and be kept them that way as he answered her. “Works hectic as usual, but at least Eli and I aren’t fighting… You know, it was actually my idea to add in Love Island to the time slot. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Valeria smiled and shrugged her shoulders, “Maybe I like you a little, but don’t let it get to your head Mr. Sutherland.” She smiled as she continued massaging his scalp. It was nice to have someone there that she could do this with, even if tr was just her friend. She smiled and listened to him, “Fighting? What were you guys fighting about?” She gasped and smiled, “That was you? You definitely know what you are doing down there, because that show is going to be a hit, I can’t wait to watch it. I know I’ll enjoy it, and so many people will too.”

“Too late, it’s already in my head.” Ezra said, opening his right eye and letting out a laugh before letting it fall close again. He didn’t really want to talk about his problems with his brother. Besides, Val wouldn’t understand the long standing resentment he felt towards his brother, so he decided to go with a vague answer. “It’s about work. We tend to butt heads on things, but we’ve squashed that, so it’s all good now.” He could only smile at her excitement, happy that someone at least thought he’d made the right decision. “Thank you. I’m hoping it will help to boost the ratings even more, so I’m counting on your viewership.” Valeria listened and stroked his hair, she didn’t like that he was having issues at work, but it was nice to know that they were working things out. “Well at least you and your brother are learning to work well together. It would be hard to try running a business and you can’t get along.” She couldn’t stop looking at Ezra, he was so good looking, and not to mention so sweet to her, and she was wondering if she was confusing his kindness for something more. But she was not going to overthink anything. “I think it will, but just know I’ll be watching.” She smiled and caressed his cheek. “So, when are we going out?”

“We do actually. Eli is a great partner to have. But in all things business sometimes you end up bumping heads.” Which wasn’t a lie. He did normally get along with his brother at work. The problem was, sometimes their personal issues would trickle into the work environment. “I think do too. Thank you for your support in advance by the way.” When the question came out, he opened his eyes and smiled up at Val. “Totally up to you. Friday would be best.”

Valeria smiled and listened to Ezra talk about his work issues, and she was lucky that she had someone as amazing as Posey working with her. They seemed to just click, and rarely had disagreements, it was nice. “A few disagreements aren’t bad, it just depends on how you handle the situation.” She smiled, and continued running her fingers through his hair. “You will always have my support Ez.” Stared down into his beautiful face and when he said Friday, she smiled, “Friday sounds good to me.” She didn’t know why she felt like she needed to kiss him, but she did, so she bit the bullet and did it.

“I guess… We didn’t end up killing each other, so I guess, it’s not too bad?” His relationship with Eli had always been tense at best, but for now at least they were trying to get along, so it wasn’t all bad. After that, he allowed his gaze to settle with Val’s and found himself drowning in the intensity of her eyes. You will always have my support, Ez. How was he supposed to respond to that? “Friday it is then.” He said instead, his voice sounding a little lower than it was normally. The next thing he knew, their lips were touching which lit a fire in his body. Reaching up, he placed a hand on her head, holding her still while his tongue explored the cavern of her mouth.

“It’s not bad at all, not only are co workers, but you’re brothers, so it’s more than likely that you will have some disagreements, but you and Eli are level headed guys, so you should both figure it out.” Valeria couldn’t control the feelings that were going on inside her. Ezra was so damn cute, and she couldn’t deny that she had a crush on him, from a while back. So now, here they were, both single, and alone, so why not. She hoped he would reciprocate her kiss, and she was glad that he did. Their tongues were dueling and she kissed him harder, and moaning against his lips, wanting more of him. Ezra knew that he was playing with fire. Val wasn’t just a regular old conquest. She’d become important to him, a friend and he didn’t want to mess things up with her, but the minute she kissed him all bets were off, he couldn’t pretend that he didn’t want her anymore. When heard a moan fall from her lips, he moved. Somehow, he was able to shift to a sitting position without having to pull away. His hands reached for her then, allowing her to straddle his lap. It was only when the need to breathe became unbearable that he pulled away. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.” He murmured with their foreheads pressed together. “Thank God you kissed me first.” He chuckled before attacking her lips once more.

Valeria enjoyed the kiss a lot, and if he wasn’t going to stop it, then neither was she. His lips felt perfect on her lips, and it was a really great kiss. He moved her to where she was straddling his lap, and that was the perfect place for her to be. She smiled hearing his words, “So have I, and I couldn’t think of any reason why we shouldn’t do it now.” She started grinding her hips against him as she kissed him again.

Ezra felt lost in the moment, he couldn’t think straight, all of his blood were going to his second head and he could only bring himself to kiss her. Their tongues swirled together and his hands were all over her body, as if he couldn’t get enough. She’d even began grinding against him which earned her a growl. Despite that, he forced his lips away to say. “As much as I’d like to fuck you here and now, we should talk about what I’m allowed and not allowed to do.” He swept her hair to the side and leaned forward to pepper kisses along her neck. “Tell me what you like, Val.” He paused for a moment to run his tongue along her skin. “Tell me what you don't…” he continued a moment later and went back to what he was doing, except this time, on the other side.

Valeria never thought this would happen between her and Ezra, but here they were, tongues dueling, bodies grinding together, hands all over each other, and she liked it. When he stopped her, she thought he was about to reject her, but he wanted rules. She smiled, still grinding against him, “There’s not a lot I don’t like. But I don’t like blood play, no weapons, and nothing too rough. My safe word is kouture, but I don’t think I’ll be using it.” She smirked, “Now is that all you need? Can you take me now?” She smiled

Ezra listened as best as he could while he continued to assault Val’s neck with kisses. He was a sea of lust, the need to take this beautiful woman was almost unbearable. His heart was racing a mile a minute and his dick was harder than it normally was. Perhaps it was because of the months of longing, carefully watching her and helping her while she was grieving that made him feel this way. Forcing his mouth away, he looked her in the eyes and said, “Nothing too rough, and kouture is your safe word. Got it. But we need more space for the things I plan to do to you. Show me your room?” He was already standing up with her legs wrapped around his waist by the time the last words were spoken.

Val nodded as Ezra continued kissing her, and going over the list of things she said, “That sounds about right, you got everything.” She kissed him back more, and squealed when she felt herself getting picked up, “I definitely have more space, walk up the stairs, to the room at the end of the hall.” She leaned down and started kissing his neck as he made his was to her bedroom. “Oh, and just in case, I have condoms in my nightstand.” She smiled and started kissing him again"

Ezra’s feet were quick to move when he heard the directions. He had to make a quick stop when they got to the second floor, not because she was heavy, but so he could kiss her again. Her back was pressed against the wall as he devoured her mouth and ground his erection against her core. “You have the sweetest lips. I just have to get a taste.” He moved again after that, bringing them both to her room and placed her down to where they were standing face to face. “I’ll need those condoms later. For now, I’d like to see what else that sweet mouth can do.” He sat on the edge of the bed then, looking up at her with lust filled eyes. “Come here, Val. Show me what a good submissive does with her mouth.”

Val loved when Ezra pushed her against the wall, and continued kissing her, and she kissed him back with the same energy he was giving her. She felt her feet hit the floor, and she took that opportunity to press her body against his. She smiled hearing his naughty words, and all she could think about was Charlie coming home, and seeing her with him in the hallway. But then he went straight to her submissive side, and she was putty, “Will that make you happy Sir.” She smirked and bit her bottom lip, “Then I’ll be happy to show you just how good my mouth is.” She instantly fell to her knees, not caring if Charlie saw her or not, she wanted to pleasure Ezra, and that was what she was going to do. She unbuttoned his pants, and pulled out his cock. She licked her lips, “Mmm…so big and ready to play.” She licked his tip of his cock, and teased his slit, tasting his pre cum.“

Ezra hated it when someone would get all proper and call him sir. What are they stuck in ancient times? Yes, it was how their society worked, but maybe he’d been living in America for too long and didn’t find such things sexy. "Don’t call me sir. Call me anything else but that.” He reprimanded before silence fell when she got on her knees and took him into her mouth. His stomach muscles contracted as he felt her warm and wet cavern surrounding him. “Fuck…” was the only word that fell out of him as his breathing grew ragged and his head thrown back, his hips shifting, thursting his dick to the back of her throat.

Val looked up at Ezra when he told her not to call him Sir, and she smiled, “Okay, I won’t call you Sir, I’ll just call you what I think describes you most, sexy.” She smirked, licked her lips, and went back to teasing the head of his cock, before sliding his cock inside her mouth, and sucking it like it was a lollipop. She massaged his balls, as he took him in, and his reaction her inwardly smile. She wanted to please Ezra, and she was going to do everything that she could to make sure that he was thoroughly satisfied.

Ezra had every intention of allowing the submissive to take charge, but after all those months of waiting and biding his time, it seemed like resisting his natural urges was fruitless. Before he knew it or could even control himself, his hips moved, thrusting in his erection in and out of her mouth. His gaze shifted down to what she was doing and he swore his heart raced a little more. “Such a good girl…” He told her, letting his right hand rest on her cheek, his thumb gently sweeping her cheek tenderly. The tell tale of his orgasm was building with every ticking second, but for now, he wasn’t going to give in to its needs yet.

Valeria was enjoying everything that she was doing to Ezra, and she liked the fact that he was enjoying it as well. She knew there was no way that she was going to have this much control for too long, so she was going to take advantage of it. And just like she thought, his demeanor changed, and he was thrusting his cock in her mouth, and she moaned. It was so good to feel his cock down his throat, and she just continued to massage his balls.

As much as Ezra wanted to hold it in, the feel of Val’s warm and wet mouth surrounding him was quickly making him lose his mind. He couldn’t hold back, even if he had an iron will. When he came, he let out a groan, sparks danced before his eyes and his body shook at the intense pleasure. “Fuck, Val…” He said over his ragged breathing, pulling her to the bed to lay with him. His muscles felt limp, so for a moment, he simply laid in the bed with the woman who’d just rocked his world. Once he was able to move, he rolled on top of Val and kissed her again. Their tongues dueled lustfully for a few minutes, before he transferred his affections down to her neck. Seeing that she was still fully clothed, he pulled back and said, “Clothes off…” While she removed her clothing, he did the same.

Val could tell that Ezra was coming close to letting go, what she didn’t know was if he was going to stop her or not. She hoped he wouldn’t, but again, it was totally up to him. When she felt his warm seed hit the back of her throat, she happily took every drop from his cock, and enjoyed every second. She made sure he was finished, and came up to the bed when he pulled her up there with him. She smiled, and kissed him back with the same energy he was giving her. He demanded she take her clothes off, and she liked his dominant style. “Anything you want.” She leaned in and took off her clothes, and licked her lips as he took his off, “Damn….” she moaned out,  he was definitely sexy.

Ezra probably shouldn’t have been so demanding, but to be fair, he couldn’t help himself. He’d waited too long for this and his patience was hair thin. Hungry eyes lingered over the submissive’s body, taking every curve, the sight making him grow hard again. “Very sexy…” He let out before going over to her once they were both naked. His hands trailed her soft skin, as he slowly descended to his knees between her parted thighs. The evidence of her arousal coated his fingers when he teased her with them. He needed to taste her, but before he did, another demand fell from his lips. “You are not to cum until I tell you so, is that clear?” With that, he lowered his head and swiped his tongue over her core. All he needed was that once quick taste before he became addicted and latched on to her sensitive clit.

Valeria liked the way Ezra looked at her, he definitely made her feel sexy. It was so hard not to jump him when she saw just how sexy he was. His body was a masterpiece, his muscles were rippling everywhere, and she wanted to lick every inch of his body. She let out a moan as he started touching her body, and she arched up, to give him better contact to her. She knew he could feel just how wet she was, and she wasn’t ashamed either. She heard his comment, and she nodded, “I can do that.” She gripped the sheets on either side of her, as he swiped his tongue over her clit, “Oh God!” She moaned out.

The sounds that was coming from Val aroused Ezra even more. He liked pleasuring a woman, and at the same time assert control over when they climax. He could tell that his sexual experience with Val was going to be a good one, just by eager she sounded. “Mmm…” The moan slipped out of him sending vibrations to the woman’s core. As he flicked his tongue over her clit, he thrusts his fingers into her core. The movements were slow at first, teasing and coaxing her excitement little by little. “God, you taste sweet…” He told her, pulling away to watch her features contorting in pleasure. “Do you like this, Val? Want some more?” His fingers were flying now, thrusting into her even faster.

Valeria’s body was on fire, and Ezra was the only person in that moment that knew how to keep her flame burning. Ezra knew just what her body needed, and wanted, and his mouth was giving it to her. She arched her back, as he was working her clit just like she liked, and all she could do was moan out. “Ez….so good.” He was taking this at  the perfect pace, she thought she was going to cum right then, but she knew better than to do that before he said he could. As he sped up his movements, she was moaning louder and louder, “Yes Ez, please give me more, I need to cum baby….please.”  She was so close, and all she needed was to hear those words from him.

Ezra had every intention of prolonging this little game that he was playing. He liked seeing Val squirm. As sassy as she was, it was good to know that the submissive side of her still held strong. He wanted to give her all the pleasure that he could, and he wanted her to always remember this experience, so he had to take it slow and make her burn for him. “Not yet, Val. Not until I tell you to. You don’t want me to stop, now do you?” He answered her gently but with an insistence he knew she couldn’t deny. His fingers slowed, moving at a leisurely pace as he tried to stoke the embers of her desire steadily. “That’s my good girl…” He purred before his head descended down to pleasure her with his tongue. As time progressed, so did his movements, he was now sucking on her clit and thrusting his fingers into her without finesse. He could tell that she was about to explode and taking pity on her, he demanded, “Cum for me, Val. Now.” To help her reach her peak, he went back to his task, suckling on her sensitive nub and pumping his fingers into her rapidly.

Valeria was a mess right now, and Ezra knew it too. He was driving her crazy, and her body was trying so hard to just do whatever she wanted to do, but she stayed focused, and didn’t give in. He touched her and her body went crazy, and it had been a minute before she felt like this. Her brothel visits helped her, but this was something different. She had a huge crush on Ez, and has had it for a while, but the timing was never right between them. But now, there was nothing holding them back from exploring their feelings, and that was what they were doing. She moaned more, filling the room with sounds, and shook her head at his question, “No…please Ez…don’t stop!” She ran her fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. The longer this went on, the harder it was for her to hold on. And now, she didn’t have to, because he gave her permission to cum, and she immigrated did just that. Her body was shaking, and she was shooting her juices all over his mouth and fingers, as she screamed his name.

As if his words were all she needed to hear, Val came straight away. Her body shook and the moans that she emitted turned him on even more. He took his time with her, lapping at her slit until she was no longer shaking. Then, he stood, towering over her. Reaching for his wallet, he took out the condom that he had hidden in one of the compartments. Her watched her with hungry eyes as he handed the gold foiled protection over. “Put it on for me.” He stated, his heart beating a little faster as he waited for her to do his bidding. Reaching out, he gently caressed her cheek. He didn’t know why he did that, but in the moment, he felt like he had to do it.

Valeria’s body was on fire as she came hard from Ezra’s touch, he made her feel like she was alive again. She always pictured what it would be like being with him, and it was better than she expected. He was a strong dominant, and she really needed that in her life right now. It centered her, when she had a strong dominant in her life. She smiled and took the condom from him, “Yes, sexy…” She smirked, unwrapped the condom, and stroked his cock a few times, before sliding it on. “It’s done sexy…so now I’m ready for whatever you have in mind for me. Where do you want me?”

A hiss left him as soon as he felt her hands on his erection. She had the softest skin, yet the grip she had on him was just enough to send a shiver down his body. It took a moment for him to compose his next words, his eyes still taking her in when he did speak. “On all fours.” He demanded, though his voice sounded a lot gentler this time. He helped her along, and got behind her, his body already shaking from the anticipation of taking her. Caressing her ass cheeks, he aligned himself to her entrance and slowly entered her. “Fuck…” A hiss left him as he felt her tightness surrounding him. Once he felt like he’d regained control, he began moving, thrusting into her at a leisurely pace. “Tell me what you like, Val. Slow? Fast? Answer me or I’ll stop.”

Ezra was definitely a strong dominant, someone that knew what he wanted, and that was the sexiest thing to Valeria, and she was enjoying every moment with him. His demands were so fucking hot, that she moaned at his command, “Whatever you want baby.” She quickly got on all fours like she was told, and shook her ass, just to tease him a little. She moaned at the feeling of him sliding inside her, and gripped the sheets and underneath her. “Ez….” She purred out, wanting more of him. His question made her smile, “I definitely don’t want you to stop baby, so I’ll tell you. I like both….start slow, and speed it up, until you are drilling my pussy."

Ezra sucked in a breath when he heard the words coming from Val. She was enticing him with her words and he was having a hard time controlling himself. He had to do that however, or risk losing control. Luckily for him oxygen seemed to be doing wonders for his lustful state. “I can do that.” He said in a low voice, before he lifted his right hand and slapped her ass cheek. “Your ass looks nice red with my palm print.” He did it again but on the other side this time around. “Mmm… That’s definitely a nice sight.” He gently rubbed the sting away and started moving again, thrusting into her slow and steady. His hands were still spanking her ass cheeks and before long, his hips were flying, and he was fucking her hard and fast. “Fuck…” He murmured as he watched his cock slid in and out of her.

Valeria was easily falling into Ezra’s spell, he just knew what to do and say everything that turned her into putty in his hands. She smiled when he said he could do what she wanted, "I know you can sexy, you know how to make me feel so sexy.” She moaned out, still gripping the sheets underneath her. She moaned out, feeling him sliding inside her, “Oh Ez…so big.” Her body was already on fire, and the smacks to her ass, just intensified the feeling. “Then you should make it redder baby, please spank me more.” She begged, as she threw her ass on his cock. The faster he got, the louder she got, and soon all you heard in the room was their screams, and bodies slapping together. “So good Ez…please make me cum.”

“You feel so fucking good, Val. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk right.” Ezra growled out as he picked up his pace, fucking her hard and fast. He spent the next few minutes in that position, pounding away at her pussy, and listening to her sexy moans and pleas. He loved how vocal she was, it turned him on so much. "You like being spanked, don’t you…” He said this right before he administered a few more hard slaps on her ass, making the skin even redder. Grabbing a hold of her ass cheeks, he squeezed them and let out a moan at the sight before him. “You have such a nice ass…” He said, spanking the cheeks a little harder. “Not yet, baby girl. You’ll cum when I tell you.” To torture her a little, he slipped a hand between her thighs and began circling her nub.

Valeria was in pure ecstasy at this point, there was nothing more she could do, but stay in that position and just enjoy the feeling of Ezra inside her. She moaned louder hearing his words, “I want that so much Ez..please make me scream your name.” She wanted to be too weak to walk before they were done. She nodded, “Yes, I love it! Please give me more.” She loved feeling like her body was being used, and Ezra was doing just that. Her body reacted to him squeezing her ass, and she wanted more, then pouted when he told her not yet, “You live to torture me don’t you baby.” She moaned out, but loved it at the same time.

Ezra nearly lost his cool when he looked down at the sight before him. Not only was it erotic, but hearing the things that was coming from Val was enough to make his head spin. He’d never been with a submissive who was openly vocal like she was. It was a nice change. “Like that, baby girl? Want me to torture you a little more?” He smiled as he pounded away at her. He could feel that she would cum soon if he continued what he was doing, so he stopped moving and decided to give her ass cheeks a little more attention. Smack. “You talk too much.” Smack. “Keep talking and I’ll spank this ass until you can’t sit right tomorrow.” He administered a few more spankings before he entered her again and started pounding her pussy. Then, he leaned forward and kissed her cheek and softly whispered. “Are you going to cum now, Val?” His fingers were strumming at her clit mercilessly by this point. “Cum for me, baby girl…"

As much as Val loved getting her way, she also loved getting told no in the bedroom. The torture of having to restrain herself was so hot, and she happily did it for Ezra, even if she complained about it. "Yes baby, I like it!” She screamed out, as her climax was now begging to come out. It was something about the way he called her baby girl, that sent shivers down her body, and she wouldn’t mind him calling her that more. She moaned louder as he slammed inside her, and her moans quickly turned into screams when he started smacking her ass. “Sorry baby!” She stopped talking, and let the pleasure carry her through. He asked if she was going to cum, “Not until you tell me too Ez.” She was hoping he would tell her she could soon, because she was ready to blow. Finally he spoke those words she was longing to hear, and without hesitation, she was screaming his name, and cumming all over his dick. “EZRA! FUCK!”

Ezra got what he wanted when Val screamed his name and came hard around him. He had plans to do more, but seeing as he hadn’t had sex in a while he felt himself losing it rather quickly. She felt too perfect and having to feel how tightly her pussy clenched around his dick didn’t exactly help his cause. His thrusts became frantic and harsher. He couldn’t stop the inevitable. All it took was a few more hard thrusts and he was cumming, “FUCK! FUCK! VAL!!!” Too weak to move, he plopped down on the bed and brought Val along with him, holding her to him. “That was…” he started to say over his labored breathing. “That was really good.” He finally finished the sentence after what felt like a too long of a pause. “Give me a minute and we can go again.”

Val was so spent after Ezra had her cumming so hard, she didn’t know how much more she could take, but she was always ready for more, if he wanted to go more. She continued moaning out as he continued to pump inside her, “Oh baby….fuck!” He felt so good, and feeling him cum, made her climax last longer. She collapsed in the bed, once he was done, and let him pull her into him. She smiled at his comments, “It was really good…like really good.” She chuckled, and rested her head against his chest, “I’ll be ready when you are.” She smirked.

With work constantly at the forefront of his mind, it was rather nice to be able to work out his stress. Val was a good lover, she wasn’t timid and he liked that about her. Then, there was also the part where she was his friend. It was great to not feel the urge to bail after sex. “I’m glad you agree with me.” He stated right before a yawn passed his lips. “Damn, I might need a nap first. You must have zapped up all of my energy.” He laughed, feeling his eyes grow heavy with sleepiness.

Valeria felt so good in Ezra’s arms, he was so strong and sexy, it was amazing. She couldn’t stop running her fingers all over his muscles, it felt good to do that with a man again. She giggled when he said he needed a nap, “ I guess I did my job then huh?” She smiled, loving that she wore him out, “I need a nap too though, because you wore me out too.” She leaned up and kissed him sweetly, before resting back on his chest, “I’m so glad you popped in and surprised me today, it was a great day.”

“You did your job? Excuse me? I was the one who did the work here. All you did was give me a blow job.” Ezra teased, though he knew damn well that it was one hell of a blow job she just gave him. Still, he couldn’t just let her think that she did all the work while he laid around. That was not him at all. “I bet I did.” He said, smiling when he felt her lips on his. “I’m glad I did the same thing too. I’ll have to do that more often from now on.” Once the last words were uttered, he pulled her into his arms and closed his eyes, allowing sleep to take over.

[b0blegum]

Why Am I Here? [seven]

Author: b0blegum

Pairing: Patient!Shin Hoseok x Psychiatrist!Reader

Rating: R

Genre: Psychiathriller (and a lot of smutty romance too)

Words: 2297 (i’m surprised myself to write this long)

WARNING MENTION OF MENTAL ILLNESSES

CHAPTER: PROLOGUE | ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN | EIGHT | NINE | TEN

Status: ON GOING

TRAILER

Summary

He was once an excellent doctor. An excellent psychiatrist. Everyone loved him. He was nice, kind, always care for each other, he even got the look. We can say… he was the whole package. But his glorious days ended in just one night. The night he woke up as a patient in the asylum where he worked, with no memory of why he is there or what he has done.

note: thank you for still being supportive all along and sorry to make you wait, but here you go! Finally, the 7th chapter of Why Am I Here? Hope you’ll enjoy this as much as i’m writing it xo

Stacks of papers were piling on your desk. Some were left open, while some still left untouched. Your fingers trailed on every highlighted sentence and combined those important notes, hoping you could get a bit of clue of what happened with your patient.

It had been almost four hours you were stuck with the files. You re-read all of the files from the very first time Hoseok got admitted until now, but none of them said even once that Hoseok was implying that he really did kill the girl on that night.

You leaned back with your head lulled back. There was only two possibilities on why he was like this. One, he had dissociative identity disorder or two, he really did not do that.

“The hospital...” you quickly reminded of something. “Why would the hospital tortured him if he had DID?” You went through the files once again to find any slight clue of a DID symptoms. “It must be here... somewh— oh, God!”

You jumped at the sudden bell of your apartment. Feeling confused and cautious, you tried to remember who you invited to come at this hour. Obviously no one.

You tip-toed to the front door and took a peek from the peephole when the bell rung once again.

“Minhyuk?” You talked to yourself in the lowest tone possible. “What is he doing coming here at this hour?” You squinted.

The bell rung once again.

“Who’s there?” You asked, pretended not knowing who the guest was.

“It’s me, Minhyuk.” He answered calmly, showing his face to the peephole and smiled cutely. You gave yourself a second to think whether or not you’d let him in. “(Y/n), i... came to say sorry, about the other day, I—“

You swung open the door, causing the guy stopped mid sentence. “Let’s talk inside.” Minhyuk stepped in and walked before you. “Have a seat. Water? Beer? Cola?” You asked as you made your way to the kitchen.

“Cola would be great.” He answered, bumping himself onto the couch.

“So... what is it?” You asked, walking back to the living room and seat side to side with the blonde. He shifted himself now that he was facing your direction.

“I... am terribly sorry. You know, i was so rude to you the other day and i... kissed you. I didn’t mean to scare you. I—“ He looked down for a second. “(Y/n), please just stay away from all of these.” He grabbed your hands and stroked them gently.

“Minhyuk? What do you mean?”

He sighed. “You asked me if there was something going on at the hospital and yes, there was. There still is.”

“Tell me. Is it related to my patient?”

“It’s— i don’t know. I once found Mrs. Lincoln and her bodyguards dragging Hoseok one day, but one of her bodyguards found me accidentally stalking them and—“

“And?”

“He told me to stay away and there’s nothing to look at.” His voice started shaking. “That’s why i did that to you so that... so that Mrs. Lincoln wouldn’t know what you did at that night.”

“When was it? Than you saw them?” You asked.

“Doesn’t matter when, the point is—“

“Minhyuk, it does! He is my patient and i have the right to know what happen to him—“

“(Y/n), listen. The point is. Whatever they do, it’s dangerous and you need to stay away. One thing i can tell you is that... shit, i am so done if i say this,” he whispered the last sentence, while looking away. “Mrs. Lincoln might look as soft as freshly bake honey muffin with colorful sprinkle on the outside, but she is actually a rotten burnt out french toast in the inside.”

Your eyebrows raised at his parable. As weird as he said, you still understand it nonetheless.

Your brain quickly recalled all the memories of you and Mrs. Lincoln. Yes, she was really a nice lady the first time you came in to the institution. She was all smiles and you somehow could see it in her eyes that she really was a nice person, but Minhyuk saying all of these just gave you a second thought about the woman. Could the woman, who is the chair of the institution played one of her patients dirty? But why? And why it had to be Hoseok? There were a lot other patients who did more than killing. Why him?

Just after Minhyuk told you everything about the truth of what is going on, you became suspicious about anything and of anyone. Especially Hoseok’s guard. Hyunwoo.

“Move aside.” You said as you were about to stretch your hand to the small machine attached, but the man quickly grabbed your hand. “Hey!”

“I’m sorry, but i’m afraid you are not allow to enter without permission.” He said, carefully pushing down your hand.

“But i am his doctor and i need to see him.” You tried to be calm, even though deep down you’re boiling.

“Your session starts in an hour, Dr. (y/l/n). I can only let you in at that time. Not before nor aft—“

“Alright. Hyunwoo,” you shook your head before you stared intensely at him. “You want a surprise? I already know what happened, so it’s either you let me in, or i’ll call the police and tell them about what’s really going on inside this—“ you smirked as soon as you noticed a small twitch at Hyunwoo’s eyes. It works! So he knew as well. “Institution.” You said calmly. “Come on! Open this for me.”

Hyunwoo finally did as you said. He didn’t say a word, though, but you now 100% sure he knew about what was going on, about Hoseok and Mrs. Lincoln.

You smiled in victory once you’re inside, but that smile quickly faded away when you see the boy sat on the floor, weakly, leaning against one of the bed’s leg. He was pale and looked like he could passed out anytime soon.

“Hoseok!” You yelled his name as you slid to where he was. Your first response was to check on his temperature. Putting your palm against his sweaty forehead, you could feel a burning feeling radiating from his skin. “God. You’re burning.” You whispered in panic. “Wait i’ll tell the nur—“ you were about to rushed to the door, when you felt Hoseok’s hand grabbing your with just a little power. “What? You need something?” You asked, taking his hand and holding it, trying to calm him down.

“Don–“ he said between his heavy breath. “Call the,” he coughed. His eyes were heavy and kept closing as he was talking. “The nurse.” He continued.

“But, you’re burning, Hoseok! I can’t let you laid here like this! Look at you, you’re too pale.”

“I... just need a rest.” He coughed again. “If they see me,” he took a breath. “Like this... they’d put me to a long sleep.”

“Put you to sleep?” You squinted your eyes, trying to figure out what he meant. Quickly you reminded of something, the list of all Hoseok’s medicines.

You rushed to the table to grab his files and check on the list of every medicine he took and is taking. Your finger trailed on the long list and the amount of dose he should take in a day.

“None of them would put him to a deep sleep.” You looked at the files and Hoseok. You leveled down to the boy again. “Do you remember what they give you to put you to sleep?” You asked.

The boy shook their head slowly. His energy was slowly decreasing. “They injected me,” he whispered. “It burns.”

“Injection...” you checked the list once again, trying to find any medication that’s given through an injection, but none of them was. They were all either pills or tablets.

“Are you sure?” You asked him.

Hoseok nodded weakly as he tried to do something. His hand slowly reached for his other arm and slid the sleeve up to his elbow. Showing you something. He didn’t say anything, but you were so sure what he was giving you to look at.

There were a lot of track marks on his left arm. There were too many that i’d look like he’s a drug addict or some stuff.

You trailed your fingers on his arm and checking the marks. They were all dried and form a dark spot.

“When?” You asked.

“Night... they—“

A door slammed open. Someone barged in without bother to knock at the door. Panic, you quickly slid down the sleeve of Hoseok’s top, covering the sight he just showed you. You turned around to see who’s standing sternly at the door.

“Mrs. Lincoln?” You asked, seeing the figure standing there enjoying the sight of two human sitting on the floor.

“Now is not your session, isn’t it, Dr. (y/l/n)?” She walked slowly. Her heels tapping echoed throughout the isolated room.

“Yes— but, Hoseok is burning hot and– and he would faint if we don’t give him—“

“That’s fine. He has fever all the time. Is this your first time seeing him like this?” She leveled down to touch Hoseok’s jaw and tilted it up so that the boy could see her eyes directly.

Hoseok shivered and refused to open his eyes. His fist clenched as tight as he could make it to and he breathed heavier.

He hates her. You read his obvious expression. She was faking this?

“Hyunwoo, get me his usual medicine for his fever.” She shouted.

“Mrs. Lincoln,” you called. The woman hummed in response.

“I didn’t see it listed in his record.”

“What didn’t?”

“The medicine for his fever.” You countered. The woman’s lips twitched.

“It’s just for fever, darling. All that are on the list are his daily medicine. You’re a doctor, you’re supposed to know what to be listed and what not.” She smiled.

After awhile, Hyunwoo stepped in and gave Mrs. Lincoln an injection with a clear thick substance in it. In full dose.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Lincoln, may i know what is that?” You asked when she was rolling Hoseok’s sleeve up. The boy hissed as if he was in pain, but knowing that he was to weak to do anything, it meant nothing to the woman.

“This is his usual fever medicine. Are you doubting me now, Dr. (y/l/n)?” She said. She was just an inch away of injecting it to Hoseok when the boy finally gained just enough strength to slapped Mrs. Lincoln’s hand, causing the injection to be thrown away far enough.

Instinctively, you ran and stepped on the injection, crashing it to pieces. The fluid was now all over the floor.

“God. I’m so so so sorry! I didn’t mean to— i’ll clean it all, i’m so sorry!” You squatted down and quickly wiped the substance with the inside of your coat.

“Stop right there!” Mrs. Lincoln shouted. It shocked you too much that you really stopped what you were doing.

She looked furious and panic at the same time. Her eyes twitched and went wider. “Hyunwoo, tell them to clean this up and put Hoseok back to his bed.” She told the tall guy towering behind you.

You looked at Mrs. Lincoln, about to say a word, but she already left, fixing her black long trench coat as she walked off.

“You may leave, Dr. (y/l/n).” Hyunwoo asked.

Your eyes fixed at Hoseok. You could see him smiling slightly as he looked down, burying his own face in his wet hair. His warm hands fell to the floor, making contact with the cold ground. It felt as if he was relieved of what just happened.

“Oh—“ you let your eyes off the boy and stood up. “Yes.”

Something really did happen. That injection. That injection must’ve been the one he was just talking about. It must be the thing that put him to a deep sleep.

You looked at the hem of your coat. Some of the thick substance were still there, but some were almost dried up and form a blueish stain on your coat.

You picked up your phone and dialed some numbers.

“Hello? Minhyuk? Where are you?” You asked as soon as you heard the familiar boy’s voice at the other line. “You have the key to the lab, right? Yes... yes, i need to check on something. Yes. Tomorrow? Alright. Okay. Thank you so much!”

You smiled and hung up. Feeling victorious just now that you had all this great things planned in your head and ready to solved the mystery of this institution.

 You closed the door of your office and locked it up and rushingly went into a search frenzy of a small bottle that could be use to store the substance left on your coat. 

It took you almost another minute to finally found a small glass bottle in the drawer and you began to extracting the remaining wet substance off your coat. After done doing that and the hem was completely dried, you heard a knocking sound on your door.

“Yes?” You asked, unlocking the door and found a laundry lady in front of your door.

“Mrs. Lincoln said you need to get your coat get cleaned up.” She said.

“What? I didn’t—“ you realised something. “Oh... right, actually—“ you took it off and showed the dried stain. “I spilled something there.”

She took it immediately without saying anything and just put it to the bag before she left, not saying anything either.

Mrs. Lincoln must’ve noticed that you had the substance in your coat and that she won’t risk you knowing what is it, but well, it’s 1 - 0 for (y/n), you already had it stored in the bottle.

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[kawsofhobi]

Lost Souls

|| Pairing: none ||

|| Genre: Angst // Gaming!au ||

|| Word count: 4,421 ||

|| Warnings: There’s gore, horror, sketchy situations, please take heed ||

[A/N]: So I did a thing at the beginning of this year. This took a lot of debate for me to post it as you can tell considering I began this in January. Take notice of the warnings. A lot of sketchy stuff goes on in the backstory of this, so please take heed.

Part 1 || Part 2

In many people’s eyes, Jungkook had always seemed to be detached whenever it came to reality. His eyes were constantly dark and soulless, expression blank despite the occasions where it twisted to a wince from his pondering. Many categorized him as mute, not one person having heard his voice in years, the move to a new city adding to his mysterious and unapproachable persona. No one knew the story behind the mask he hid himself behind. Not even his family could provide insight as to why their loved one had suddenly barricaded himself from the world around him.

The story behind it all began when the once lively boy reached the golden age of 18. The day was full of joy and excitement accompanied by a celebration with his friends. The evening took off with a party. Music, dancing, popping bottles of champagne; what more could he have asked for? As the night ended, he left his friend’s house, walking to his apartment that was a decent twenty minutes away.

1:00 a.m.

Footsteps behind Jungkook bring his head to glance over his shoulder, a girl around his age trotting in high heels down the sidewalk. She looked to be in somewhat of a hurry, his legs moving him to the right to clear her way. As she draws nearer, she begins to speak, “excuse me?”

Jungkook diverts his gaze to her, concluding she seemed sober much like himself. “Yes?” He answers, slowing his stride, her own replicating his.

“Do you know where Sunset apartments are located?” She questions, not meeting his gaze.

His nose scrunches at how off the situation seemed, though he once again answers her, “at the end of this block, take a right and it’ll be on your left a few buildings down.”

“Do you mind showing it to me?”

His brows furrowed before he shakes his head once, “I’m sorry, but I have somewhere I need to be. Just turn up ahead, you can’t miss it.” Resuming his stride, he crosses the street, wanting to get distance between him and the girl. Had the encounter been during the day, he wouldn’t have questioned it too much, but at 1:15 in the morning? He made sure to check his surroundings every so often, glancing over at the girl to make sure she turned down the street he said. She follows his directions, however, Jungkook notices her hesitate and stare in his direction, as if trying to watch what street he would take. Feeling paranoid, he skips over the block he should’ve turned down, taking the longer route to ensure he’d return safely, but also to confuse the girl if she were to follow.

1:27 a.m.

Fumbling with his keys, Jungkook quickly opens his apartment door, slamming it shut then locking it. He checks the lock three times to make sure it’s secure, going through his living space and inspecting every nook and cranny. His heart was pounding as he’d bolted down the street to escape the girl’s following eye. What did she want anyways? He told her what she asked, didn’t he? What more could she have wanted from him?

3:56 a.m.

A knock to an apartment door had Jungkook jump from his sleep. He’d finally stopped stressing over the situation and dozed off, though the sleep was light. He listened closely as the neighbor’s a few doors down answered the door, telling off whoever was standing there before slamming the door. The process repeated until it reached his door, Jungkook’s stomach doing a flip. “Please,” he whispered, sinking beneath the blankets as the knocking on his door sounds again, “please, just go away.” With his eyes squeezed shut, he waited for the knocking to stop. Once it did, he snuck over to the door, glancing through the peephole to be met with the girl turning to go across the hall to the door in front of his, continuing to knock on every door. Some of the residents answered while most kept their doors shut, either yelling from behind the door or ignoring her altogether. “Why did she follow me here?” Tears began to stream down his face, his breathing quickening its pace as he lays back down, struggling to sleep with his frantic thoughts about the random girl.

1:12 p.m.

“Mom,” Jungkook says in a shaky voice, having called her three times that day, she was beginning to worry over her youngest son.

“Jungkook, what is it?” She asks with desperation in her voice, “you’ve never called me so many times within a four-hour period. What’s wrong?”

He chokes on a sob as he whispers, “can I please come home for a while?”

“Sweetheart, you know you’re always welcome to come home, but please tell me what’s upsetting you,” she begs, though he’s unable to respond through his sobs. “I’ll have your brother come get you,” she told him before hanging up, his brother arriving at his apartment in what seemed like it took ages. Jungkook refused to answer as to why he was crying nonstop, it wasn’t until his mother returned home that he felt comfort and was able to rest after being drained to exhaustion.

3:01 p.m.

Time away from his residency gave Jungkook time to relax his mind. His paranoia had somewhat dissipated, however, he didn’t let his guard down. Upon returning home, he’d received a package, though he hadn’t ordered anything in weeks. Reluctantly picking it up, he pushed open his door, closing and checking the lock before placing the small box on the kitchen table. The box didn’t have a label saying where it’d come, the 18-year-old assuming it was hand delivered to the landlord and left at his doorstep. Carefully opening the box, he’s met with a note and a phone, his face contorting. “This has to be for someone else,” he mumbles to himself, looking over to the note. It was folded, perfectly creased, and sealed with a gold sticker. Above the sticker was written, “open me,” Jungkook’s curiosity leading his finger to slip beneath the fold to lift the sticker with care, avoiding leaving a mark in case the package truly wasn’t for him.

If you’re reading this, congratulations, you have been recruited to join the experience of the new game “Road 8,” brought to you by indie developer Kim Namjoon.

You may be wondering why you’ve been selected. Road 8 has been in development for many months. By letting real players test our product, we’re able to receive feedback and make changes as needed to provide an enjoyable playing experience. If you have any questions or feedback, which would be much obliged, simply text r8-help to 4886-road-8 and one of our developer assistants will communicate with you shortly.

Thank you for being part of our experience, proceed to unlock the given phone for further instructions.

- Developer Kim

“What?” Jungkook shakes his head, baffled by the situation, though his body still acted out the directions that were given. Picking up the small device, he presses the home button, the screen lighting up. The words “press home to unlock” glow at the bottom, his finger applying pressure to the button once more. “Please set up your new phone,” Jungkook whispers, sighing heavily as he goes through the process. He sets his time zone, the phone soon being set up properly, a welcome screen showing before the apps and home screens display as any other phone would.

3:24 p.m.

A chime goes off as the boy’s phone receives a notification from an app. He taps the banner, being rerouted. The screen shows the developer’s name before fading into large font that resembles a typewriter. Jungkook scoffs, “nice font choice.”

Road 8. Tap to continue.

He taps the screen, selecting new player, entering his name, and the new phone number he’d received. He waits for the game to load, tapping his fingers against the table.

A new update has been detected. Update game?

Tapping confirm, the game begins its update, another window popping up soon after.

Please confirm you have read the terms and conditions along with our—

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jungkook checks the box, pressing the agreement, “no one reads those.”

Are you sure you have thoroughly read and agree to the terms and policy?

The young boy rolls his eyes, tapping confirm once more, “yes, oh my god.”

Loading…

Loading…

Load complete!

Welcome to Road 8!

“What’s this even about?” As if on cue, the screen fades to begin the storyline, Jungkook leaning back in his chair as he watches.

“When I was 16, there had been talks of utopias during my art class. You know, places like El Dorado, Arcadia, Atlantis? Everyone talked about leaving to these utopias to escape school, their parents, bullies, the world. The stories of these mystical places were like fairy tales; things you see in sci-fi and action films. The one that interested me the most was the newest of the list.

Road 8.

I’d heard quite a few things about “Road 8.” I was told it was the best utopia, while others voiced it was made up. A false utopia that was created by some seniors. I believed the former, however. After school, one day, I met with the upperclassmen to discuss the utopia. As if I hadn’t believed it enough before, after that day I was positive Road 8 existed.

“We can show it to you!” They’d told me, “meet us at the city line of Atlas and we’ll take you there on Friday after school.”

I went and never came back.”

“Huh,” Jungkook furrows his brows as he ponders over the story. It wasn’t that intriguing. Although his interest was depleting, he tapped the screen to continue.

Your selected character is Ren. Would you like a different character? Pick random or keep.

“I never chose one in the first place,” Jungkook taps randomize, a girl’s name popping up.

Play as Sarah?

Tap.

Loading…

Play as Sarah?

Tap. 

Loading…

Play as Sarah?

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook presses keep, “that’s one complaint.”

Loading profile…

Name: Sarah

Age: 18

Location: Atlas

Skills: High agility, perfect aim

Weakness: Loses stamina quickly

Level: 1

View how to play? Yes, or skip?

“Yes.”

The route of your adventure is dependent on the choices you make. You will receive questions from your player throughout their quest, each having a consequence. Choose wisely. Not all questions have a time limit, however, choosing within a respectable time is encouraged.

Have another question? Text r8-help to 4886-road-8.

Begin your quest for Road 8?

Tapping yes, the phone immediately receives a text, Jungkook tapping the banner.

4886-S: Hello? Someone please respond.

Yeah, I’m here.

4886-S: Who are you?

I’m wondering the same with you.

4886-S: Sarah.

Jungkook.

4886-S: An actual player?

...Yes...what else would I be?

Jungkook changes the name to her own, going back to their conversation.

Where are you anyways?

Sarah: Someplace dark. I can barely see anything, but I think I’m in a room.

Turn on the flashlight on your phone.

Sarah: Right...

Sarah: It’s an abandoned house. The windows are broken and there’s a bunch of things thrown on the floor.

Can you leave?

Sarah: I can try, but there’s so much stuff.

A notification banner from Road 8 appears, the words reading, “remember to be aware of your surroundings! Your choices matter!”

Are you alone?

Sarah: Seems like it. Even if there was someone else, there’s no place for them to hide or stand. Whoever lived here was a hoarder.

[Sarah sent a picture]

Sarah: Filthy, isn’t it?

You can send pictures?

[Sarah sent a video]

Hitting play, Jungkook observes the room that’s indeed cluttered with broken furniture, clothes, broken dishes and glasses. As she attempts to move, shards of glass crack beneath her shoes and he can’t help but wince. The video ends, another being sent. Sarah had gotten further through the room, zooming in on a wardrobe that rested in front of the door.

Sarah: Houston, we have a problem.

Jungkook chuckles at her humor.

I can see. Be careful when you walk on the glass. Try to avoid it.

Sarah: Hard to when it’s everywhere, but I’ll try, sir.

Sarah: You are a sir, right? How old are you?

Yes and 18.

Sarah: Oh, cool, same. The age part. I’m definitely a Miss.

He closes his eyes as he chuckles faintly, shaking his head. “Cute,” he says under his breath.

[Sarah sent a video]

Her boot kicks the wardrobe, a groan leaving her. Jungkook snorts as she kicks it over and over, attempting to push it with her foot. Letting out a deep sigh, her voice is soft, hints of defeat behind it, “you win this time, wardrobe.” She moves towards the window, humming, “you think if I clear some of the glass I could get out through here?”

I’m sure of it. Careful not to cut yourself on the glass. Check the sill for rust, first, though.

Sarah: It’s rusty.

Be super careful.

Sarah: I’ve got it, I’ve got it. I’ll be a moment.

“Sarah has left the house,” Jungkook reads as the notification shows, a few others appearing. He pulls down the notification screen, glancing over them all.

[Sarah has left the house]

[Sarah’s shirt has been torn. Protection has gone down]

[Sarah’s been hurt. Health drained 2%]

What part of “be careful” aren’t you understanding?

Sarah: It’s just a little cut on my hand, calm down, sir. That stupid branch caught my shirt and tore it!

Sarah: Where to now?

Sarah: It’s cold.

Sarah: I’m hungry.

What’s around you?

Sarah: Trees, briars and vines, bushes...it’s eerie.

[Sarah sent a video]

“I don’t like it here, sir,” Sarah’s voice is shaky, her camera work being just as unstable. She starts walking straight, panning the camera around the woods. “I found a flashlight,” she shakes the light, “batteries, too.” She shines the light to the left, forward, then the right, “please, tell me which way. It’s getting very cold.”

Can you hear anything?

Sarah: Besides the wind shaking the leaves, no.

Go straight.

Sarah: Okay.

Watch your footing and check around you.

Sarah falls silent for a minute.

Five.

Ten.

Twenty.

Where was she?

He hadn’t received a text or a notification, worry filling him. Had he reached a game over that quickly?

8:46 p.m.

[Call from Sarah]

Jungkook answers immediately, asking frantically, “are you okay?” All that comes from the other line are pants and soft wheezes. “Sarah—”

[Sarah has low stamina. Rest to recover]

[Sarah’s health has dropped 30%]

“I got lost,” she finally breathes out, “something started chasing me and turned me away from where I was.” She coughs, “I kept running, but I didn’t know how to get back to where I was. It seemed like when I got close to being in the right direction, it would chase me.”

“What was it?”

“Not human,” she swallows hard, “it had me turning constantly and I scraped my arm against a tree. It had briars on its side and it hurts so bad.” She whines quietly, taking a few deep breaths, “it can't climb. I'm thankful for that.”

Jungkook winced as she hisses, “send me a picture of your arm. Stay on the phone with me.” The line goes silent before his phone chimes.

[Sarah sent a picture]

Jungkook holds his breath as he sees her bloody arm. A few scratches were deep, others merely at the surface. Tree bark and dirt were caked with blood and her skin that had been peeled back. “What about that cut on your hand?” Jungkook asks, Sarah responding with another photo. It's less gruesome than her arm, though it too was caked with dirt. “You fell?”

“I tripped,” she sounds embarrassed, Jungkook quick to reassure her it was okay.

“Is it still around you?”

“I don't think so, but I could be wrong.”

“What time is it there?”

“3:58 a.m.”

“Camp out in the tree until daylight.”

“I'm an owl now?” She chuckles, “I'll do my best.”

9:45 p.m.

[Sarah’s energy has gone down 34%]

[Sarah’s warmth has gone down 50%]

Jungkook goes back to the app, searching through the different icons at the bottom that led to different tabs. He presses the first one, the icon resembling a profile, fitting the stats that popped up for Sarah. His eyes flicker to a button labeled “see character,” his fingertip touching it lightly. There were three photos total, Jungkook smiling softly at the first. Her navy-blue hair was a bob, freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks. Her smile was big and lively, dimples indenting her cheeks. Swapping over to the second, it’s one of her with an archery bow. “They did say her aim was good,” he whispers, going to the last one. Its date was of today’s, the boy assuming that was her attire now. A long sleeve black top, black skinny jeans, and combat boots. On her left forearm rested an arm guard, her right wrist having a fitted band around it.

[Sarah has fallen asleep. Energy has gone up 1%]

Jungkook ignored the notifications, allowing her to rest after having been attacked prior. His eyebrows crinkle as he recalls he hadn’t received any kind of warning from her nor the game itself. It told him when she’d fallen asleep and torn her shirt, but why had it taken hours before he’d been informed she’d suffered damages and her stamina was lost? He closes the app to go to his messages, texting the game developers for help.

4886-road-8: Hello! Thank you for contacting us! Would you like to leave feedback?

No.

4886-road-8: Do you have a question?

Yes.

4886-road-8: Please wait while we connect you to one of our assistants. This could take a few moments.

4886-road-8: Redirecting…

4886-road-8: Thank you for waiting. My name’s Eli. How may I be of assistance?

The game isn’t sending me notifications when in danger or combat. It took hours before I was updated on my player’s health.

4886-road-8: Eli is typing…

4886-road-8: Oh no! We apologize for the trouble. Many of our players have been experiencing this and it is typically resolved through an update which fixes any bugs the game may have developed. Please check for an update in settings. If issues persist, please contact us once more.

4886-road-8: Assistant has disconnected.

Jungkook sighs, opening the app and following his instructions. He checks for an update, the window popping up that there was one available, however, updating the game would disconnect him from Sarah for the duration. Switching back to messenger, he sends her a quick text letting her know that if there’s no response, the app is updating, before letting the bug fixes be resolved.

[Sarah’s energy has gone up 20%]

[Disconnecting with Sarah…]

[Disconnected]

[Sarah is now open to danger until Jungkook returns to the game]

“Please be safe,” Jungkook whispers, “just stay where you are.”

[Update…23/100% complete]

[Update…56/100% complete]

[Sarah’s energy has gone up 34%]

[Update…88/100% complete]

[Update…99/100% complete]

[Update complete!]

[Reconnecting with Sarah…]

[Reconnected!]

[You have several new notifications. View?]

Jungkook drags down the notification tap, the ones from the app resembling what he’d already been told. The messages were different, though. There were videos and audio messages, each a minute apart. Beginning in order, he starts with the audio messages. “Jungkook,” Sarah whispers, the crunching of leaves beneath her boots sounding every so often hinting she was trying to make minimal noise, “there’s something following me. Every three steps I can hear it move quickly behind me. I don’t know what to do.”

Tap.

Hurried breaths sound through the speaker, growls and snarls in the background. Sarah lets out a squeak, the tearing of clothing reverberating. She cries in pain and terror, “why aren’t you answering me! Jungkook, help me, I don’t know where to go!”

Jungkook’s breathing becomes strained as though a hundred-pound weight was pressing against his lungs. He braced himself for the videos that came next, feeling guilty even though it was the game’s fault and not his own. He wouldn’t have left her alone to defend for herself, especially not if she was at a blank due to horror.

Tap.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook drops his phone from the sight of it. The thing that had been chasing Sarah was exactly what she said: not human. It was dark and ominous, it’s build being oversized and muscular. It lacked eyes, a thick, black substance dripping from its missing optics down it’s “face,” if it could even be called one. Its right cheek had a gashed hole, it’s teeth razor sharp, resembling that of a shark’s. Whatever it was, was something the young boy could only identify as a demon, but even that term couldn’t explain how terrifying of a sight it was. He could only imagine how it felt to have it chasing after you and not be able to deem it as any other “nightmare.”

Taking his phone back into his hand, he plays the video, Sarah kicking and screaming as she struggles to get its grip off her boot. Her strained wails and shrieks have Jungkook pause the video, his head placed in the palms of his hands, “I should’ve made her stay.” He sighs, tapping the next video, the camera on her arm before it shows her boot. It was still intact, luckily, his heart rate slowly slightly. She sobs softly, her hands shaking. He notices the height of her from the ground, seeing she climbed some ways up. His thumbs type hurriedly upon remembering she was asleep.

Wake up.

Sarah, wake up!

He checks her stats, seeing she’s still resting. Her energy had gone up dramatically, stamina having been replenished. Settling on calling her, he waits anxiously for the ringing to stop and her voice to start. She doesn’t answer the first time, the boy calling her again and again and again.

[Curious about your player?]

A banner pops up, three of the same appearing before the game finally says.

[Oh no! Sarah’s injuries have been infected. Health is critically low. 20% remaining]

Jungkook’s sent into panic, his mind going to a blank as he tries to find something to help Sarah.

4886-road-8: Thank you for contacting us! Would you like to leave feedback?

I need help!

4886-road-8: Redirecting…

4886-road-8: Hello! My name’s Erin! How may I be of assistance?

How do I restore my player’s health?

4886-road-8: Erin is typing…

4886-road-8: First aid boxes are located throughout your journey to Road 8. Though they are hidden in caches, they’re relatively easy to be located. Guide your player through and find them.

I can’t contact my player because she’s resting.

4886-road-8: Erin is typing…

[Sarah’s in critical condition! 15% remaining]

It says she’s in critical condition. Please, hurry.

4886-road-8: Erin is typing…

[Sarah’s in critical condition! 12% remaining]

4886-road-8: Erin is typing…

4886-road-8: When in critical condition, player’s will rest to recover health. If the player’s health continues to drop even with rest, a mass of blood loss or infection could be the affecting issue. The player’s partner, or controller, has many options when such situations occur. You can a) force wake up your player and get to a cache, however, you risk losing health more rapidly; b) force wake up your player and dress the wound; c) buy a first aid to be sent to your player; or d) reach a game over and retry with another player.

Can I replay as the same player?

4886-road-8: Erin is typing…

[Sarah’s in critical condition! 6% remaining]

4886-road-8: I’m sorry, once players reach a game over, they are permanently deleted from Road 8.

Why are they deleted? Shouldn’t they be available again?

4886-road-8: Erin is typing…

4886-road-8: A player dies when they’ve run out of health, thus, they’re not able to be played again afterwards.

How much is the first aid?

4886-road-8: Erin is typing…

4886-road-8: $3. Prices go up as purchases continue.

I’ll take it. Just please don’t let her die.

[Sarah has been sent a first aid pack! 5% remaining]

Wake up Sarah, please.

4886-road-8: Erin is typing…

4886-road-8: Please enter your password to confirm your purchase.

Wake her up, now.

[Sarah has been forcefully awakened]

Jungkook enters his password, calling Sarah immediately after. “Jungkook?” Sarah answers. She sounded weak, her health barely hanging on.

“Disinfect your arm, apply the ointment, and wrap your arm. I need you to work swiftly,” he instructs, voice low as he tried to remain calm.

“What’s happening?” She whines, Jungkook paying close attention to her stats and heart rate.

“Sarah, listen to me and do as I say. Tell me when you’ve finished doing each task. Do not stop talking to me,” her heart rate slowly starts to spike, Jungkook doing his best to soothe her.

“I’m so dizzy.”

“You’re okay. Everything’s going to be okay,” reviewing what was in the box, it was everything she desperately needed including something to snack on and drink. “Rinse your arm with the water, not too much, though.”

Her breathing gets heavy, “stings.”

“Pat it dry, ointment, then wrap it.”

[Sarah’s health has gone up 4%]

“I have to put the phone down,” fatigue drips off her voice, her words slurred and smushed together.

“No. Keep it pressed against your ear. You can do it,” he encourages, and she hisses, the line becoming muffled every so often due to the mic brushing against her shoulder.

“It’s on.”

“Do the same to your hand, then eat something,” he listens carefully for the tear of a wrapper, watching her health slowly rise. “Take the medicine in the box, please,” he whispers, a hum drawing from her throat, “how long until sunrise?” She’s quiet for a good ten seconds before humming weakly. “Sarah, I need you to focus. How long until sunrise?” Jungkook struggles to keep her alert, the girl’s eyes drooping shut.

“Three more hours,” she mumbles.

“I want you to rest until then. As soon as the sun comes up, we’re leaving, okay? We need to get you somewhere safe.”

“Mhm.”

“Tell me what I just said.”

“Sleep and then go home.”

“Close enough,” he sighs, “go to sleep. Make sure you’re secure.”

“Sleepy,” she whispers.

“I know.”

[Sarah has fallen asleep]

[Sarah’s no longer in critical condition! Health has risen 24%]

10:23 p.m.

[Jungkook has signed out. Sarah is now open to danger until Jungkook returns to the game]

[thecoroutfitters]

Written by Guest Contributor on The Prepper Journal.

  According to statistics, the average number of property crimes committed in the United States from 1999 to 2015 was about 1,800. However, it might surprise you to know that California alone has had more than 1 million property crimes reported each year from 1999 to 2015. In fact, there are several states that experience above-average property crime rates annually:

Texas – All-time high is 1.02M in 2003, all-time low is 778K in 2005

Florida – All-time high is 809K in 1999, all-time low is 570K in 2005

New York – All-time high is 490K in 1999, all-time low is 318K in 2005

Georgia – All-time high is 389K in 2008, all-time low is 309K in 2005

As we can see from the report, the latest data available, it is true that property crime rates have been subsiding over the years. Vermont currently has the lowest in the U.S, clocking in at only 8.81K in 2005. But that doesn’t mean that we should let our guard down, as these numbers are still very high compared to the property crime rates in other first-world countries such as Switzerland, Iceland, and Japan.

If you live in any of the hotspot areas listed above, it would be wise to consider the safety of your property and loved ones (if you share a home with other people). To do that, here are 8 prepper tips that you can try out which will hopefully give you a better chance of thwarting the heinous plans of any would-be house intruders.

Use Your Head

Not literally, but figuratively. One of the first things you should do when you hear a knock on the front door is to stop and think. Ask yourself the following questions: Were you expecting anyone over? Did you invite somebody, or could it perhaps be the mailman or someone dropping off a package? What time of day is it? Do people usually visit at these hours?

If you have no clue who the person at the door could possibly be, that’s the cue to start being cautious. The next step is to discover the identity of whoever knocked and determine what their reason for standing at your door is.

Increase Visibility

Now, some might reason out, “Well, I’m not expecting any visitors, so I simply won’t answer the door.” That IS a possible option and there is certainly nothing stopping you from doing that.

However, suppose your neighbor had an emergency and needed help? Wouldn’t you like to help them?  What if somebody was trying to surprise you with a gift? You need to find out who’s at the door but in a cautious and safe manner.

The solution to this is to increase your ability to see who is there. This can be done in several ways:

Peepholes – these can be easily installed on a door and they allow you to see what’s on the other side of the door without opening it. A peephole only goes one-way, so your visitor will not be able to spot you checking them out

Door Chains – these allow the door to be opened partially for the purpose of communication or passing small objects, while at the same time disallowing easy access to the house.

Door chains are rather weak, but they are not meant to prevent unauthorized entry; instead, to give you a chance to view the person while having a small measure of protection.

If this person was an ax-wielding psychopathic maniac who would stop at nothing to get in your house, well, neither a door chain nor any other locking device would have kept you safe, but will provide with with some valuable time to react.

Security Screen Doors – these are great because they act as an initial layer of protection aside from your main door. If this person has ill intentions towards you, he or she’ll have to hack his or her way through this door first which will give you enough time to plan your next move. The screen allows you to view and speak to anyone without any possibility of physical contact, unless they are armed with a firearm.

Home Surveillance – there are many types of home surveillance systems, CCTV systems, cameras, and other wonderful digital inventions that can provide external visibility and even record footage to keep as evidence. Nest (owned by Google) even has a doorbell with a camera that can talk, as does Ring! (Editor’s Note: When I googled “ring doorbell” the first three results for the search were for Google’s Nest! Remember, any device connected to your wi-fi can be hacked).

The last and final option to increase visibility may be the most obvious. It’s also the most affordable. If you have windows near the door or any other means of flanking the person to get a peek at them, by all means, please use them.

Psych Them Out

If you can’t identify the visitors and they won’t stop knocking, consider playing mind games to either intimidate them into leaving or get them to state who they are and what their business is.

Ask who is there without opening the door. There’s no guarantee their answer will be true, but at least you’ll hear the voice and know their gender.

You can also try to loudly shout, “We’re not interested!” – If they’re genuine callers, they will identify themselves and their purpose immediately. Using the word “we” also lets them know that you’re not alone in the house and they shouldn’t try to pull any funny moves.

In the event that you don’t want to talk, you can try banging or rapping loudly on your side of the door without speaking. Sometimes this action is enough to scare away would-be house thieves, solicitors, or anyone else who doesn’t have important business with you.

You can also use props to scare away possible burglars. Place a large dog bowl or a pair of over sized men’s boots next to the doormat. They’ll think twice about what they’re planning next, especially given the thought that a large, angry man or gigantic Doberman might appear at any moment.

To remove solicitors from the equation, consider posting a “no solicitation” sign on or near the front door to deter any rogue sales folk that might wander onto the premises.

The Art of Door-Opening

If you aren’t able to increase visibility or psych them out by using any of the tips above, your absolute last resort is to open the door – like a ninja! Opening the door to an unidentified person can be a risky move, but there are safe ways to do it right:

 Position your foot firmly against the bottom of the door and curl back your toes to act as a sort of anchor. This will allow you to crack the door open wide enough to see who’s outside, and still be able to prevent it from being opened all the way.

 Don’t stand in front of the door. The most common strategy employed by an intruder would be to push the door back right after you’ve turned the knob, which would throw you onto the floor and into an extremely vulnerable state.

 Hold a portable phone to your ear when opening the door. They will not know who you are talking to and it may cause them to change their plans.

 Once you’ve opened the door, ask to see their ID so you can confirm their identity.

 Be wary of people with a story. It’s a common modus operandi for intruders to invent something to distract and cause you to let your guard down. If their car has broken down or they need help, offer to call 9-1-1 for them.

If you don’t know them then never leave the house for any reason, even if they ask you to come over and help them with something important. Stay calm and call the police on their behalf.

f) Avoid having a false sense of security. Just because it’s broad daylight and even though the person at your door is a woman, it doesn’t necessarily mean everything’s peachy. Professional criminals know what the average Joe expects, and they’ll usually find a way to surprise you.

Remember, keep your head clear and your wits about you. Malicious people tend to prey on weakness and fear, so keep your emotions out of it.

Prepare Your Arsenal

As a prepper, using weaponry should absolutely be a last-resort method of intimidation or self-defense. Having said that, it pays to be prepared in case a visitor makes clear his/her intention to enter your house or cause harm. Have your sidearm stashed in a safe and hidden place where it can be quickly retrieved but not easily found by either the person outside or any children that you have in the house.

Be wary in discharging your firearm. You are only justified in shooting an intruder if there is a substantial threat to your life (he/she has a weapon and is threatening to kill you, for example).

Some of the best guns to carry for home defense are the Beretta 1301 Shotgun, Glock 19, Ruger GP-100, and the Ruger PC Carbine.

A safer and cheaper alternative to carrying a firearm is to purchase pepper spray or an electroshock weapon such as a Taser. These can incapacitate an opponent, allowing you to call the cops or at the very least, buy you enough time to lock yourself in a room or flee through a back door. (Editor’s Note: Only if your are faced with a single assailant).

Having a large family dog at home for security or protection is also a fine idea. The German Shepherd, Boxer, Rottweiler, Great Dane, or Doberman Pinscher are all breeds that excel at guard duty. They are loyal animals that are naturally protective of their owners. Their loud bark can sometimes be intimidating enough to scare away amateur burglars.

Reinforce the Door

Sometimes, prevention is better than cure. There are ways that you can reduce the likelihood of a home invasion taking place, such as reinforcing the front door. Doing this will discourage criminals from choosing you as the victim and will also make it a lot harder to actually get inside if they decide to do so.

Some extra-fortified door upgrades to consider are using larger hinges or adding an extra hinge, upgrading old locks, installing a peephole and slide chains, and putting one or more deadbolts in place. Deadbolts that are keyed on both sides are recommended. Install all deadbolts and lock with the longest screws you can find. Door framing is more decor than substance so sinking those screws into the studs framing the door is a great improvement in your security.

If you have a larger home and feel unsafe due to the multiple exit/entry points, start by reviewing alarm systems to get a good grasp of the best security package for your home.

Also, be wary of any windows near the front door, while they increase visibility they also can be easily broken. Consider remodeling this area of your home if you feel there’s a considerable security risk.

Trust Your Instincts

As the saying goes: go with your gut. Sometimes if you feel something isn’t right, trust that feeling and don’t answer the door. It’s better to be safe than sorry.

If you are quite certain that a person intends on breaking in, call the police immediately. Don’t be afraid to be called paranoid or anything else.

Some people feel compelled to answer the door immediately as it is the societal “polite” thing to do, but don’t let this sentiment get in the way of your better judgment.

When your safety and security are at stake, caution is always more important than politeness.

Knowledge Is Power

And finally, we arrive at the most important tip of all. Don’t just read this article and keep it to yourself – share it and educate your family and friends!

Make sure each and every member of your household knows what to do in an emergency situation and how to deal with a possible home invasion. Have an escape plan in place in case things get rough. Hopefully, you will never have to use it but it’s certainly a very smart idea, and having a solution to a problem before it happens is what makes you a prepper, right?

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[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, tolovewhatismortal!

December 11 - Wintershock, becoming a family in some way, for @tolovewhatismortal

Written by @backwardsandinhighheels

Rain trickled down down the window and Darcy hugged her mug closer. If this were a movie, there should be a sad song on the radio, something to match her mood. She would curl up in her big bay window as a single tear trickled down her cheek, to match the droplets on the window.

Instead, her lounge was filled with some ridiculously poppy tune that was totally killing her mood but she couldn’t muster up the energy to change the station. Sometimes she missed having an AI on hand to change her music, but that was the price she had to pay for moving out of the Tower.

When the doorbell rang, she almost didn’t get up.

It rang again and she made a face. It was probably the FedEx guy getting soaked out there; the faster she went and signed for her package, the faster she could return to her contemplation.

She put her mug down and hurried to the door, not bothering to check the peephole before it throwing it open. Her friendly greeting died on her lips as she came face to face with Bucky Barnes.

For a second, it took all she had to not fling her arms around him. After it passed, reality reinserted itself into her life. “What are you doing here?” she demanded.

“Can I come in?” Bucky asked. She considered shutting the door in his face, but then he gave her that hopeful look, the one she could never resist. “It’s really wet out here.” As if to illustrate his point, a droplet of rain wandered down his face to splash on one of his hunched shoulders. She really had to get that leak on the porch fixed, but she hadn’t had the motivation.

Darcy sighed and stepped out of the way to open the door wider. “Fine.”

He brightened, took the opportunity to look around as he slipped off his coat. “You got a nice place here.”

Darcy didn’t answer, simply pointed him towards the lounge and grabbed a couple of old towels from the linen closet to mop up after him. She may have chucked one at him a bit harder than necessary, but he caught it easily and used it to dry off. “Thanks,” he said, his voice muffled by the terrycloth.

She crossed the room to retrieve her mug, took a sip to calm her nerves. “Six months?” she asked, once she was sure her voice was under control.

Bucky emerged from the towel, shoulders drooping. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? Seriously? Is that all you have to say?”

“If it helps, it’s been a long six months.”

“And whose fault is that? Bucky, there was that whole thing with the UN and Siberia and you just left! Kaput!”

“Yeah, about that… that Zemo guy screwed with my head. Lost myself for a while. I had to take some time out, some time to think about what I want.”

Darcy raised a single eyebrow when he tailed off. “And? What do you want?”

“You, I want you.”

“You had me, you idiot. Right until you left! We were going steady and everything.”

“Not just that, doll. I want you for worse or for better, in sickness or in health…”

As the words registered, her mouth dropped open. “Bucky, are you proposing?”

He nodded. “Well, I was gonna. Had the ring picked out and everything, then that whole situation in Europe blew up and I knew I couldn’t make you give up everything to go on the run with me.”

“But I would’ve! Not that you had to: I know Tony overreacts a lot, but he always cools down pretty quick.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know that. Now I do, and we’ve worked things out, and I’m back, if you’ll have me.”

Darcy’s lip wobbled. “I don’t know, Buck. You hurt me.”

Bucky took the mug from her unresisting fingers and put it aside before drawing her into a hug. “I know, and I’m sorry. But before then, it was pretty good, yeah? Remember when we went to Disneyland?”

“And your arm set off the metal detector? The poor security guards were so confused.” Darcy laughed wetly into his shirt. “Or when we went on a Broadway binge? 13 different shows in 13 days.”

“I still maintain we could’ve seen Phantom again,” he replied seriously. “It would’ve kept our streak going.”

“That would’ve been cheating,” she muttered.

“What about when we stayed up to watch the sunrise on New Year’s Day? I still have that photo.”

“So do I,” she admitted. “I look terrible.”

“No, you looked beautiful. You always do.” His voice softened. “I know it’s going to take time, but I’m willing to wait. Forever and ever, it that’s what you need. I love you, Darcy. Just let me show you.”

Back in his arms, she couldn’t muster up the anger that fueled her move from the Tower. Truth be told, it had dwindled to sadness months ago. Now, she was tired of being sad. “Okay,” she murmured.

He froze. “Excuse me?”

“I said okay, okay? We can try this again. But I’m not moving back into the Tower, I like it here. Even if I have to change my own music.”

“That’s fine,” he said, drawing her even closer. “I don’t think Tony wants me there anyway.”

Three months later

Sunlight beamed through the windows as Darcy saved and submitted her thesis. The smell of chocolate filtered through the house and she inhaled deeply. “It’s done!” she called.

“So are these,” Bucky replied, appearing in the doorway to the lounge, plate in hand. “I bring celebratory brownie for the conquering doctoral student.”

“I haven’t got it yet,” Darcy demurred.

“No, but you will, that’s how it works.”

She took the proffered brownie and bit into it, savouring the rich, fudgy taste. On her second bite, she encountered something hard. “What the-” She pulled it out, noting the round shape and metallic shine where it wasn’t coated in brownie. “Is this what I think it is?”

Bucky smiled sheepishly. “Yes and no?” He dropped to one knee and took her hand. “Darcy Lewis, I musta lost my mind when I left you all alone. You are the best thing that ever happened to me and I want to spend the rest of my life making sure to return the favour. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

Heart in her mouth and brownie temporarily abandoned, Darcy nodded, then glanced down at the brownie encrusted ring. “Is this—”

Grinning, Bucky shook his head and pulled a box from his pocket. “Nah, that was just the decoy.” He slipped the slim band onto her finger and swept her into a dance around the lounge to some cheerful song playing from her laptop.

“I can’t dance,” she protested, laughing.

“Neither can I, but it’s all in the partner,” he informed her seriously. “And mine’s the best.”

She looked into his eyes. “No, mine is.”

The dance was forgotten as Bucky dipped his fiancée and kissed her soundly.

[glowrioustrash]

New Rules

Summary: Elena’s boyfriend left her for another woman, but she’s doing just fine... isn’t she? Her friend Dean has some thoughts about it.

Pairing: Not so much a pairing, but platonic Dean x OC

Word Count: 3200+

Warnings: Swearing

Author’s Note: Hey so I did a thing! I haven’t written anything in such a long time but here this is. It was going to be a practice drabble until it ran away on me. Major props to @castielscamander for encouraging me and her editing skills.

               Elena slammed the door shut to her hotel room and stormed inside, the annoyance she felt towards her so called friends driving her actions. The friends that were supposed to support her and be there for her. The friends that she had overheard badmouthing her as she was getting ready to leave tonight’s venue.

               “I can’t stand El acting like this anymore.” She overheard Nia say to Bayley, Alexa and Seth. “She’s such a bitch lately.”

               She waited to hear one of her friends defend her, but was surprised when none of them did. Instead they agreed.

               “Did you see her freak at Alicia yesterday?” Alexa asked. “She’s lucky Alicia didn’t turn around and snap her in half.”

               “I hate to say it but I really can’t take much more of this.” Bayley agreed.

               Elena had stormed in the opposite direction, not wanting to hear anymore from her “friends.” If that’s how they felt, then she didn’t need them anymore. She didn’t need them just like she didn’t need the asshole that was her recent ex-boyfriend.

               It had been a shock, of course, hearing those words leaving his mouth. His voice sounded tinny, the way it always did when she spoke to him on the phone, as he broke the news to her. When she answered the phone that day, almost a month ago, she’d expected to hear about his work and family. Instead he told her it was over. He told her that he’d fallen in love with someone else while she’d been on the road. He told her that he left his key to her apartment with the landlord and that was that.

               All things considered, she was handling it very well. She wasn’t a very emotional person in the first place and she proudly kept it together as she dealt with the break-up. She didn’t go into too many details as she told her close friends, only giving them the facts that she’d been left for another woman. She didn’t lose her mind and cry over it every waking minute the way they do in the movies. Not Elena, that wasn’t her style.

               She gave her head a shake and huffed, forcing herself to stop thinking about her ex and the people she used to consider friends as she grabbed comfy clothes out of her suitcase. She threw on a baggy hoodie and a pair of shorts before tying her hair into a messy bun before starting on her usual nightly routine. She tried not to, but her mind kept drifting back to what she’d overheard.

               Maybe she’d been a little… much lately, but she definitely could be worse. She’d rather be a little abrasive than walking around grieving a failed relationship with a prick.

               Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock sounding through the hotel room. She popped her head out of the ensuite bathroom to look at the door, waiting a moment to see if the knock had really come from her door or one of the neighbouring rooms.

               The knock sounded again, clearly coming from her door. She groaned as she shuffled her feet across the hotel carpet, not wanting to deal with anyone right this moment. She yanked opened the door without bothering to check the peephole.

               “What?” She snapped, glare already set in place before she met the eyes of whoever was standing in the hallway. It took a second for her to adjust her line of sight to look upwards enough to see the face of Dean Ambrose.

               “Easy, killer.” Dean chuckled. “I come in peace.”

               “What do you want, Dean?” She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

               “You know, there was a time you’d be happy to see me.”

               “Yeah, well I’m getting ready for bed-“ She was cut off as he pushed his way into her room. She watched in disbelief for a second before she huffed in annoyance and closed the door. “No, please, come in.”

               “Got the room all to yourself, huh?” He asked as he moved towards the nearest bedside table and set down the two plastic shopping bags he was carrying.

               “If you’re looking for a booty call, you’re barking up the wrong damn tree.” She growled, not moving from her spot by the door as she watched him.

               “You couldn’t handle me, princess.” He teased, shooting her a wink over his shoulder. He turned back and started unpacking the bags.

               “What are you doing?” She groaned, moving closer to see. Once she’d stepped closer, she could see he was pulling out junk food and placing it on the table.

               “Why you roomin’ by yourself, El?” He asked, ignoring her question.

               “Odd number of girls, I guess. I don’t know.” She shrugged.

               “It’s because you’re being a bitch.” He stated, not stopping his unpacking.

               “Excuse me?” She gaped. “Where the fuck do you get off-“

               “This is an intervention, Elena.” He cut her off, turning to sit on the edge of the bed. That made her pause, looking him over.

               “An intervention.” She repeated, quirking an eyebrow. “You gonna read me a letter about your feelings, Ambrose?”

               “Oh yeah, got it right here.” He held his hand up in front of him like he was reading and cleared his throat dramatically for several seconds. Elena glared, tapping her foot impatiently. “Dear Elena,” he began with a flourish. “We’re very worried, blah blah blah… We all care about you, blah blah blah… It hurts our feelings when you blah blah.” He finished and dropped his hand.

               “What a fuckin’ miracle. I’m cured.” She deadpanned, unamused. “You can go now.”

               “Nah, we ain’t done.” He turned, opened the package of twizzlers on table. “’Sides,” he stuck the candy between his teeth, mumbling around it. “How you supposed to be cured if you don’t even know what we’re interventioning?” He paused. “That can’t be it… Intervening?”

               “Dean!” She grabbed the candy out of his mouth, tossing it towards the little garbage bin. “Seriously, why are you here?”

               “We’re worried about you.” He answered honestly.

               “Who? You and all your little voices?” She scoffed.

               “No, your friends.”

               “Oh yeah? The room full of ‘em?” She gestured to the rest of the room. “If they’re so worried, where are they?”

               “You’ve been pushin’ us all away and you know it.” He pointed out.

               “I don’t kno-“

               “Yes you do.” He interrupted. “You’ve been acting like a psycho bitch lately. Not just towards your friends, but to everyone.”

               “Oh fuck off.” She shook her head, crossing the room to where her suitcase sat on top of the dresser.  She started rifling through her clothes aimlessly, hoping he’d get the point that she was done with this conversation.

               “Don’t believe me? How ‘bout when you lost your shit at Seth last week?”

               “He was being annoying.” Elena grumbled.

               “And making Bayley cry the week before?”

               “Bayley cries at everything. She cries at fucking puppies and Christmas commercials.” She scoffed.

               “And that intern? What did he do, huh? Oh that’s right, he tried to tell you Sasha was lookin’ for you.” He waited to hear her answer for that but she didn’t have one. He stood up, moving to stand behind her. “See, the Elena we all know would feel bad for that shit.”

               “So fucking what?” She reeled on him, her voice rising as she tried to ignore the sinking feeling in her gut. “Is that what you’re here to tell me? That I’m a frigid bitch and if I don’t calm the fuck down I’ll lose all my friends? That you’re the last one willing to put up with me? That I’m gonna die sad and alone with 46 cats and when I die those cats are going to feast on my corpse long before anyone realizes I’m dead? Is that what you’re trying to say?!”

               He took a step back at her outburst, regarding her carefully. “Uh… no. No, that’s not what I was gonna say. That was really specific though.” He blinked for a moment before moving forward again to rest his arms on her shoulders. “I’m here to tell you that it’s okay.”

               “What is?” She rolled her eyes.

               “To break down. To react to your break-up and have feelings about it and all that shit.” He answered, making her scoff and push out of his hold.

               “I don’t need to break down.”

               “Yeah, I’m sure your 46 cats agree.” He crossed his arms. “Seriously, El. You’re going through something tough. We’ve all been there. You’re tryin’ to bottle it all up and it’s driving you crazy. If it wasn’t, you wouldn’t be actin’ like this.”

               “And you’re the magical answer, huh?” She mocked. “They’re all too tired of dealing with me being a fucking hag so they send the Lunatic Fringe to shrink my mind and teach me manners?”

               “I drew the short straw.” He joked. “And they knew I could deal with you. I ain’t scared of you and you can’t chase me outta this room until I’m ready to leave.”

               “That’s the big plan then? Lock yourself in with me until I have this magical breakthrough you’re all expecting?” She marched to the table to look over everything he’d brought with him. “Dean Ambrose, chocolate, ice cream and…” she shuffled through the pile of DVDs. “Chick flicks? Really? That’s what you think will fix me, or is this just your personal favorites?”

               “I’m just the mouthpiece.” He shrugged. “I might be the one actually here but everyone pitched in. Nia and Bayley picked the movies, Seth got most of the junk. Sasha made sure I knew to get Peanut Butter Half Baked ice cream instead of the normal Half Baked.” He explained as she looked over the haul. She felt touched that her friends had pulled together like this.

               “You’re really gonna sit here with me, watching John Tucker Must Die and eating ice cream?” She asked skeptically.

               “If that’s what it takes.” He moved closer to the table again, grabbing another twizzler. He also grabbed the DVD case, figuring that was her way of choosing which movie to put on. He stuck the twizzler between his teeth and picked her laptop up off the bed before flopping down onto it himself.

               Elena watched him as he set up the laptop to play the DVD. She really didn’t believe she needed this intervention or a break down, but maybe it had been a while since she hung out with someone without either them or her storming off. She sat down onto the bed with a sigh, grabbing a Milky Way from the table.

               “Heh, Seth owes me five bucks.” He grinned, sitting the laptop on the bed between them. She shot him a questioning look. “I told him you’d go for a Milky Way first.” She rolled her eyes and leaned back against the headboard, getting comfy.

               Twenty minutes into the movie, and 1/3 the way into the ice cream, Elena glanced over at Dean to see him on his phone, not even paying attention. She rolled her eyes and turned back to the screen.

               Another five minutes later he was still on the phone. He clearly wasn’t just checking the time or answering a quick text. Elena felt herself growing more annoyed as she watched him. Dean had never been into his phone, but now whatever was on the other end of it was suddenly more important than her. She didn’t even want him here! He was the one who insisted on all of this.

               “Dean!” She finally snapped.

               “Mmm?” He hummed, not looking up.

               “You’re not even paying attention. If you don’t wanna be here just go. You’re the one who forced your way in-“

               “Shh, just watch the movie. I’m tryin’ to find something.” He waved her off.

               “Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t even want to-“

               “Watch the damn movie.” He cut her off again, still not looking up. She glared at him for a moment before growling and turning back to the movie.

               “Fucking stupid.” She mumbled under her breath as she took another bite of ice cream.

               “Hey, so…” A few minutes later Dean broke the silence, setting his phone down on his thigh. “I know we got the movie and the ice cream, chocolate, the works, but if you wanted to, like… talk about it.”

               Elena turned away from the screen to look at him skeptically. “What are you doing?”

               “Talkin’ might help.” He shrugged. “You’ve been pretty quiet since we started the movie.”

               “Because I didn’t want to do this.” She shot back.

               “Yeah, I know, but like isn’t that what you’re supposed to do? Girl talk and shit?” He asked.

               “You want to have girl talk with me?” She drawled in disbelief.

               “I don’t want to, but I’m trying to help. Alexa was pretty clear I had to try to get you to open up.”

               “So you thought you’d get me to open up by paying more attention to your phone for half the night?” Elena scoffed. She had genuinely been having an okay time vegging out with Dean, but he had to bring this bullshit back up.

               “I’ve been tryin’ to figure out this girl talk business. I ain’t exactly equipped for it.”

               “So what, you’ve been sitting over there subscribing to Cosmo?” She snorted.

               “One of those articles might have been, I don’t know.” He huffed. “I just googled a bunch of shit about girl talk and dealing with break-ups.”

               “Well this is too fucking good.” She snorted, turning to face him more so than the movie. “Well, lay it on me Ambrose. Let’s dish.” She challenged.

               “Fine, since you won’t start, I will.” He shifted so he was facing her as well, clearing his throat awkwardly. “One of them had a bunch of rules. How to deal with a break up. They made a lot of sense, I guess.” He fumbled, clearly less comfortable with this than the waiting out the bitchiness part of the plan.

               “Do tell.” Elena couldn’t fight the smirk off her face. She may not have been able to push him away, but he was damn paying for it now.

               “Well the first one was like not to answer if he calls. Like I said, makes a lot of sense. What’s he gonna say after “hey, I’m leaving you for someone else.” If he’s calling, he’s probably lonely. Or drunk.” He scoffed.

               “Mmhmm.” She hummed in response. She couldn’t deny the hint of pain she felt at being reminded of the exact reason her relationship had fallen apart. She was pretty sure Dean didn’t mean it as a dig, but it still hurt.

               “The next one was not to see him, again pretty common sense. How stupid are some of these girls? I’m hoping you would know better than that.” He rolled his eyes. “But it says if he comes over not to let him in because you’ll just have to deal with kicking him out when he’s an asshole.”

               That caught her attention. Why did that sound vaguely familiar? Dean took her silence as a go ahead to continue.

               “Third was don’t be his friend. Like you would stay friends after he did that, but it said if you stay friends with him you’re just gonna end up back in bed with him.” As he spoke, Elena covered her mouth with her hand, trying not to laugh. “Is this seriously shit girls do when left to their own devices?” He asked, bewildered. He stopped, noticing her reaction. “What?”

               “What article were you reading?” She asked, barely holding herself back.

               “Fuck if I know, I read about 10 different ones since we started the movie.” He shrugged.

               “Dean, you were reading song lyrics.” She finally laughed. He watched her with a puzzled expression. “I can’t believe you didn’t realize. I know you’ve been around when we were playing that song.”

               “I don’t pay attention to the pop shit that comes out of the women’s locker room.” He huffed, defending himself. He was starting to feel put out that Elena was laughing at him trying to do something he was clearly uncomfortable with when she let out a monstrous laugh, nearly bending herself in half.

               “I can’t believe you just quoted Dua Lipa at me.” She howled. ���Paraphrased really, but still. Dean Ambrose practically singing…“ She trailed off as she tried to catch her breath.

               “Yeah, yeah.” He smirked. “Laugh it up.” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her laugh this hard, but he’d be willing to bet a hell of a lot of money that it was before the break-up. It was the first time since she’d gotten that phone call he could say he recognized the woman in front of him as the friend he’d met years ago.

               She laughed so hard she had tears rolling down her cheeks by the time she started to get it under control. She looked up at Dean, who was surprisingly silent, to see him grinning.

               “Not trying to defend yourself?” She asked, still chuckling as she wiped at her face with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

               “Made you laugh. Good enough for me.” He shrugged. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen that.”

               The two were silent for a moment. The only sound in the room was the fading of Elena’s laughter and the soundtrack from the forgotten movie.

               “I guess… I guess it has been a while.” She mumbled, looking away as she realized he was right. She’d been telling herself that she was fine but she’d clearly been holding onto this more than she had realized. She had been miserable. Not just to her friends, but on her own and to herself. She was always tired and cranky. She rarely smiled unless it was for work, and even that felt forced.

               Dean sat quietly as he watched her struggle through whatever was going on in her head. Not only did he not know what to say, but he had no idea what she was thinking. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to come up with something.

               Elena’s breathing grew shakier the more she thought about everything that had happened. About the things she’d done to her friends. About being dumped from a long term relationship over the phone like she meant nothing. Finding out about the other woman – who even knew how long that could have been going on behind her back. Even if it hadn’t been physically, it was likely she had been emotionally cheated on, which was almost worse.

               “El?” Dean asked quietly, reaching out to rest a hand on her shoulder. As she felt his touch, she couldn’t stop the sob from escaping. She moved to turn away but Dean pulled her closer, wrapping her in his arms. Despite her first instinct to run, she curled her hand into his shirt, holding on as she felt something inside her mind snap.

               “It’s okay.” Dean murmured, rubbing her back as she began sobbing in earnest. “You’re gonna be okay, El. I’ve got you. I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

               Dean was sure he’d made his fair share of girls and women cry in his time, but he didn’t think he’d ever been so relieved for it. Their plan had actually worked and he knew Elena had taken that first step to healing. She was going to be okay.

Part two!

[thetruthampere]

Oooohhh~, how about this: Jaune meeting PoP Yellow Diamond

Jaune heard a knock on her front door.  Eyes narrowed, she wasn’t expecting anyone, and Blue had promised to let her know if she were dropping by again.  She checked the peephole only to find that there was no one in front of it.

“Perhaps there is a package.”

Jaune pushed through the unease settling in her stomach and reached for the door handle.  She paused momentarily before opening it.  Immediately she was pushed back by the figure that strode into her house.

PoP YD: “Seems my intel checked out,” she evenly stated as she shut and locked the door behind her.

Jaune stood tall masking how unnerving it was to be facing a woman who looked a lot like her, expect with a darker glint to her eyes.  “Get out of my house.”

PoP YD looked amused.  “You are called Yellow Diamond, is that correct?”

Jaune’s mouth fell open, how did this woman know?

PoP YD: “Where did you get the idea that you could use my name to run a pathetic fighting arena?  I should send in my five lowest and just have them beat the shit out of all of your ‘fighters’.  Or even better, have Garnet go in and murder them all.”

“Garnet?”

Jaune: “Who are you?”

PoP YD rolled her eyes.  “I am the Yellow Diamond.  Much more powerful than a lame drug lord and a gambling addict on house arrest.” she stated as she pulled Jaune’s pant leg up to reveal her ankle bracelet.

Jaune knocked her hand away and took a defensive step back.  “If I’m so pathetic in comparison to you, why are you even bothering to come here?”

PoP YD: “Just wanting to confirm my intel.  If you did exist then so would your former charge.  Garnet is her name right?” YD stated as she strolled over to one of the few pictures on the wall and stood in front of the one with Jaune and Garnet taken in her sophomore year of high school.  “How ironic.”

Jaune: “You lay a single hand on her and I will make you wish you had never been born,” she snarled, aggressively approaching the dangerous woman.

PoP YD: “Oh really?  So you’re defending her now?  What happened to coercing her into fighting for you?  What happened to all of that potential you saw in her fighting capabilities?  She’s still young, with proper training she could become a top fighter, though not anywhere close to MY Garnet.”

Jaune wanted to throw up at the woman’s words.  “I learned from my mistake, I love her and will do anything it takes to protect her from anyone who will try to hurt her.  Including some psycho like you.”

PoP YD grinned with amusement.  “It would be nice to see some action to back up those-”

The rest of the sentence was cut off as Jaune punched PoP YD in the jaw.  The woman staggered back for a second, touching the injured spot and the blood that began to leak from her mouth.  Jaune launched forward, continuing her attack.  PoP YD slipped through and blocked the flurry of punches and kicks thrown her way.

PoP YD: “You’ve got fire and some training,” she hummed in amusement.  “But you’re still nothing compared to me.”

PoP YD weaved through Jaune’s next combination and began to retaliate with several punches to the gut and a few strikes to Jaune’s legs.  When PoP YD got the opening she went for a double leg take-down, however Jaune was able to sprawl just enough to stop it.  Jaune scored a couple of hits to the woman’s face before PoP YD slipped out and took control of Jaune’s back.  PoP YD lifted the woman off her feet and crashed her onto the white carpet, skillfully moving with the woman to claim the mount position.  From there she rained down punches and elbows in the openings in Jaune’s defenses.  When PoP YD was satisfied with her work she sat back on Jaune’s chest, grinning wildly.  Jaune kept her forearms in front of her face, she wasn’t going to let her defenses down for a second.  Blood steadily leaked onto the carpet staining the white with the crimson liquid.

PoP YD: “Well this turned out to be much more fun than anticipated.”

Jaune tried trusting her hips into the air to throw the woman off top and reverse their positions, but the woman easily rode her.

PoP YD leaned down close, and pushed Jaune’s arms away from her face with her own, pinning them to the floor.  “You were too soft.  You valued the wrong things.  You had in your possession and control an extremely valuable asset but you were too scared to capitalize on it.”

Their faces were mere inches apart.  PoP YD continued.  “But I have no such fear or misplaced values and will gladly seize the opportunity you’ve decided to let go to waste.”

Jaune struggled against the woman’s hold, working to wiggle her hands out if possible, but PoP YD swiftly punched her in the jaw knocking her out cold.

PoP YD stood up and walked towards the door.  She paused to wipe away any blood on her with a black handkerchief and straighten her suit.  One last glance was spared as the unconscious woman on the floor before leaving. 

[dong-hyucks]

Kairos

Requested Characters: Reader / Sungjong (Infinite) Genre: Fluff, soulmate!au Word Count: 1.4k Request: Promot: soulmate au where everyone has a watch w/ a time that indicates when theyll meet theif s/o A/N: we had to do this as a scenario and not as a ‘prompt scenario’ (although there really is no difference??) sorry annonie ;-; also tbh this was my entry for a writing contest at school lol just changed the names

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Kairos || refers to the opportune time and/or place that is, the right or appropriate time to do or say something

"Half an hour," my mom said excitedly, squeezing my dad's arm. The two of them shared the same open-mouthed grins. I sighed, leaning back into the soft cushions of our couch. They'd been ecstatic all day, and for what? My birthday? I don't know why; it's a truly over-hyped day in my opinion. Ever since I was little, my parents told me I would love turning sixteen and that it would be amazing. What was so good about it? Sixteen is just an age. I'd still be in high school and I'd still be the same old Sungjong that I am now. 

They kept glancing at the door as if they were expecting something. "Are you ready?" My dad asked, practically bouncing in his seat, along with mom. "Ready for what?" I sighed, exasperated. "You always tell me that tomorrow will be this spectacular day, but you've never told me why. What do I have to be excited about?" The two exchanged a glance. "I suppose it's fine if we tell you," mom said slowly. Dad agreed, straightening his back.

"This may seem odd," he began, "but everyone receives a package on their sixteen birthday." Mom picked up where he left off, "and in that package is a watch. It's a special watch-- you can't even open the package until it's midnight." I furrowed my brows in confusion. A watch? "The watch depicts how long it'll take until you meet your soul mate. They call it the 'hourglass of fate,' which is odd since it's not actually an hourglass--"

I cut off my mom's rambling with a scoff. "So what you're saying is those stupid soul mate stories people come up with are true?" I shook my head in disbelief, "I stayed up for this... I'm going to bed." Standing up, I ignored my parent's crestfallen expressions, as horrible as it may sound, and I began to ascend up the stairs. When a familiar ring resonated throughout the house, I froze. Turning around, I stared at our front door. Who would be ringing our doorbell at midnight?

I noticed my parents watching as I got closer to the door. Standing on my toes, I glanced out of the peephole. A mailman stood outside, whistling to himself. "It's the mailman," I said, my voice going up in question. "Open it," mom exclaimed. Rolling my eyes, I opened the door. "Hello," I said carefully. The man looked down at me with a small smile, handing me the small package in his hands-- a package I hadn't even noticed before. 

"I'm assuming you're," he paused to look at the box in my hands, "Lee Sungjong?" I frowned, turning my head around to face my parents, whose grins had gotten even bigger if possible. The mailman pulled down his cap, nodding at me. "Good luck, sir." With that, he turned around and disappeared into the darkness of the night. Hesitantly closing the door, I looked down at the package. It was relatively light and my name was written on it with a black marker. "We told you," dad said happily, dancing with mom in the dimly lit hallway.

"Don't tell me," I murmured to myself, "that whole soul mate watch thing; it's real?"

I spent the rest of the day thinking about that package. I couldn't sleep, I had been so focused on the package and its contents. When I went to school, I had found out that my older friends had gone through the same thing, but were told not to say anything. School had been, to put it bluntly, a complete and utter blur. When I got home, mom and dad were in the living room with their own watches from back when they were younger.

"Why does yours have scratches on it?" I inspected mom's watch with curiosity. True to my words, there were deep, jagged scratches and indents on the watch's surface. Mom chuckled to herself while dad rolled his eyes. "Your mother had tried to cut the watch off when she got it. She had been dating someone at the time and apparently he wasn't the one," he teased. Mom hit dad's shoulder gently, but she didn't deny it. "Why didn't you just take it off?" Mom laughed again, ruffling my hair. "You'll see." 

Before I knew it, time had passed so quickly.

I lay in bed, staring at the small but noticeable bumps on my ceiling. Glancing to my left, I groaned when I read my alarm clock; 10:38. Closing my eyes, I began to imagine what tomorrow would be like. Mom and dad would probably fuss over me, as usual, and my friends would probably gush over it. But to think, I'd be able to know when I meet my soul mate? That seems extremely out there in terms of logic. 

Rattling. What was that? I opened my eyes slowly, realizing that I had fallen asleep. I looked at my clock and gasped; it's 11:59! The rattling got louder, thus getting my attention. I searched my room for the source, but froze when my eyes landed on the moving package that was on my desk. That's right-- moving package. It seemed to have something living inside, something trying to escape. I stood from my bed, making my way toward the desk.

Suddenly, the box's lid popped off and a black blur flew out of the opened box. Stumbling back, I let out a groan when I hit my back on my dresser. My eyes bounced back and forth between the corners of my room, searching for the blur, when suddenly it appeared it front of me. Now that it was still, I could see that it was a watch. "It's floating," I stammered aloud, my hands gripping the edge of the dresser. "Why is it floating?" I asked myself incredulously.

Unexpectedly, the watch seemed to undo itself. When the watch was completely unlatched, it wrapped itself around my wrist. In shock, I let out a shriek. The watch's screen blinked on, and three sets of numbers appeared on it.

36 : 16 : 22

I could hear footsteps in the hall, and it wasn't long before mom and dad burst through the door. They immediately saw the watch and the opened package on my desk and gaped. "What's the time," mom asked, scrambling over a few items both I and the watch had knocked over. "Thirty-six hours, fifteen minutes, forty-two seconds-- Jinwoo! She's meeting her soul mate tomorrow!" Dad took hold of my wrist to check for himself.

"Tomorrow," I gasped, still in shock. "Oh my god," I ran a hand through my hair. I moved to sit on my bed, not trusting my legs to not give out on me. I looked down at my wrist, noticing something strange. "It's clasp is gone," I mumbled, twisting my arm to look at the accessory at all angles. "That's why my watch had scratches on it," mom explained. "It won't come off until you meet your soul mate." Dad smiled softly, "luckily for you, you don't have to wait that long. They can get pretty irritable.”

My parents are pretty excited. A lot more than I am anyway. Was I even ready to meet this person? My soul mate?

I waved goodbye to dad as he drove away. I could feel my heart beating faster and I still had an entire day left until I met my soul mate. "Sungjong," I heard one of my friends yell. I turned to see Woohyun and Myungsoo waving me over. Shakily, I made my way to the two. Woohyun almost instantly saw the watch and freaked out. "You got your watch!" He said happily. "When do you meet your soul mate?" Myungsoo asked, craning his head to look at the watch. I brought my wrist up for them to see, flushing at how much I was quivering.

"Tomorrow?!" The two said in unison. "Lucky guy," Myungsoo mumbled, eyes wide. Woohyun nodded, his jaw ajar. I looked at their wrists. "You still have yours on," I stated. They nodded, showing me their time. "I still have five years to go," Woohyun pouted. "I have a year," Myungsoo shrugged.

Tomorrow came a lot sooner than I was prepared for. I had freaked out in the morning, debating with myself whether I should dress up a bit or not, but ultimately deciding not to. If the person's really my soul mate, they wouldn't care what I wore, right? All throughout my first class, I kept glancing at my wrist, watching the numbers go down.

00 : 02 : 13

I tapped my desk as I stared at the clock. Second period didn't end for another half an hour, and I already know all of my classmates. Who was I going to meet in two minutes?

A knock sounded at the door, making me freeze. I stared at the person as they walked in, my heart racing.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I'm a transfer," they smiled.

[temordreams]

Fight or Flight

Sarah was panting heavily, her side hurting with every step as she stumbled onward through the dark forest. The trees were getting lighter and she could make out the wooden cabin just ahead. The sight of it gave her renewed strength and focus, pushing herself to the limit as she finally reached what she hoped to be her sanctuary. Her hands trembled as she closed them around the doorknob, turning it with great effort, praying that it would not be locked. She almost let out a cry of relief as the door opened, but she stopped herself, stepping into the cabin and slamming the door shut. She desperately fumbled with the locking mechanism, but eventually managed to get the door secured. This should keep the beast out, she reassured herself as she sank to her knees, finally collapsing on the wooden floor of the old cabin.

It had started as just another camping trip with her best friend, Jessy. The two of them had been doing it every year since they could remember, picking a random forest and taking a week off from their busy corporate lives. These kinds of trips felt so familiar to her, that at first, she had thought Jessy was pulling a prank on her, when she had shaken her out of her dreams in the middle of the night. But the pale, haunted look on Jessy’s face had convinced her otherwise. “It is out there, I thought the locals were just messing with me, but they were right”, Jessy had whispered, her voice barely audible. Sarah had blinked in confusion, unable to form a reply. It was then that she had heard the bestial roar, and a moment later, the tent came crashing down on them.

She gasped as she regained consciousness. Still sprawled on the wooden floor of the old cabin, she needed a moment to reorient herself. She could not say how much time had passed. She wanted to sob over the memory of Jessy, but she bit her lips instead. It would do her no good. She locked the memories away, convincing herself that there was nothing she could have done for her best friend. She slowly pushed herself up, her body aching. She listened intently, but she could not make out anything. Carefully, she approached the door and peered through the peephole instead – and jumped back in shock as the beast stared right back. This time, she screamed at the top of her lungs. It had followed her.

The beast had gone straight for Jessy, giving her the time to safe her own hide. At least for a while, so it seemed, but now it had found her again. For now, the beast made no attempts to enter the cabin, but it could only be a matter of time and she was not sure if the door would hold against its enormous bulk. Perhaps it was simply playing with her – perhaps it had been doing it all the time, giving her the illusion of escape. She wanted to cry, but she would not give it the satisfaction. She shook her head, willing herself into action. She was starting to make things up, this was just a stray beast and she was supposed to be smarter. Slowly, making as little sound as possible, she started to look around the wooden cabin. It was not big and there was only sparse furniture. There were two crates though and she started to work on the lid of the first one. If she were lucky, it would contain supplies and she could simply wait for the beast to eventually leave. She swallowed hard as she removed the first lid and peered inside. She cursed, emptying the contents on the floor, but there was nothing other than old clothing. Hunters clothing, to be precise.

A thought struck her as she reached for the second box. She let out a sigh of relief as she laid eyes on its content. A small firearm – an old pistol by the looks of it – and a package of ammunition. To her dismay, the package was almost empty. She counted six bullets, in addition to whatever was left in the clip. She swallowed hard, it was not the kind of supplies she had initially envisioned, but perhaps this was an even greater opportunity. Instead of waiting for help that might never come, she could fight her way out. She grasped the pistol, double-checking the full clip and pocketing the remaining bullets. She had fired a pistol before, way back in the days with her dad, and she felt confident that she could do it again. She returned to the peephole, taking a cautious look, but this time there was just the empty forest to greet her. Perhaps the beast had given up.

With one hand clasped firmly around the pistol, she reached for the doorknob. She was shaking heavily, her heart racing as she unlocked the door again. She yanked it open, raising the pistol and peering out into the forest. The sun was slowly coming up and she could now better make out her surroundings. Her sigh of relief turned into utter terror as she spotted the beast at the edge of the treeline surrounding the wooden cabin. It had been patiently waiting. The beast roared at her, then charging directly at her with surprising speed. She screamed at the top of her lungs and raised the pistol, pulling the trigger. Nothing happened. She panicked, pulling the trigger again and again. Still nothing, the ammo most likely made useless by age. The beast was almost upon her when the pistol finally barked, one of the remaining bullets flying true. The beast took a glancing hit to the head, but it kept coming. If anything, the attack had only enraged it further. Sarah let out her final scream as the huge paw knocked her to the ground, darkness overtaking her instantly.

Episode 8, Dream Bear, first dice-roll uneven (female), second dice-roll uneven (bad ending).

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