#this was a bit challenging i couldn't properly 'grasp it' i mean i don't know if you'll like it aaaah

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Admittedly, even as the Commodore insisted on bandaging him up he was thinking of escape. In this state, could he still manage to move quick enough to get through that open door whilst the man was distracted? Maybe, but that wound had opened a little more and he knew he was no spring chicken. But this might be his only possible means of escape, and —

“ Nnnrghn. “ When the officer tightened those bandages tightly his scheming mind had been drawn back to what was happening to him. He let out something akin to a growl and a snarl combined, as that had hurt a bit. He tried his best to go back to thinking, but he was thoroughly distracted himself by Norrington. He might have hated his guts, but he wasn’t blind. The man might have had the prettiest eyes he’d seen on the high seas, and those eyes seemed to be concentrating, overly hard on him. Norrington was distracted by Izzy, and in turn the pirate had become distracted.

But when those fingers wandered over his flesh almost worshipfully, he felt his own face grow hot. He prayed to the sea gods that the darker tone of his sun-kissed skin would hide a possible blush. Blushing just might make this all the more awkward for the both of them, but it had been a long time since he’d felt any sort of caressing like that. In fact, he never really had such a thing. It was always rough, violent even, sometimes in exchange of coin and in his past it had been brutality of rape. This was different. Maybe he could play this to his advantage, but even Israel realized he probably missed the best opportunity to escape that cell.

“ Perish the thought. “ He said almost quietly now as that hand lingered. He could use this to escape perhaps another way, but his mind was just flooding with dopamine. Was he.. enjoying it? Then, he spoke again, but far more quieter than anything before. “ You know you could have sent one of your men to do such a dirty chore as this, tending to a wound that you yourself inflicted upon me.. “ How he had said dirty was downright sultry.

Green eyes lifted off the wound to the mans face when he grunted. Heat blooming within. Norrington had indeed been grappling with his own desires and what he saw as a lapse in his judgment. When Izzy's voice, husky and suggestive, brought his attention back to the present, he quickly withdrew his hand as if scalded, a faint flush creeping up his cheeks despite his best efforts to remain composed.

He cleared his throat, his voice strained as he replied, "I... I didn't trust my men with this task because it requires a certain level of precision, and you, Mr. Hands, have proven yourself a skilled combatant. I couldn't have one of my crew accidentally make your condition worse. i-It's purely a matter of ensuring your wounds are tended to properly."

Deep down, he knew he was grasping at flimsy justifications. The real reason had more to do with the unexplainable attraction he felt towards the pirate, an attraction that challenged everything he had stood for as a naval officer. But he couldn't bring himself to admit it, not even to himself, let alone to the man who stood condemned before him.

He forced a strained smile, his green eyes locking onto Izzy's with a mixture of anger and something else . "Don't think for a moment that this changes anything. You're still my prisoner, and justice will be served.

When it Hurts

[zwiezraczek]

hi! i have no idea if your doing requests but i was wondering for a four x reader where she’s also a doctor like five and she’s in charge of taking care of billy after a particular rough missiob

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Bloody mission, bloody stupid rules, bloody One. You had enough of staying behind all this but he mentioned, insisting on it: you had to stay here because it was a dangerousmission, because you were new and they hadn't the time to train you. And because in case Five would get hurt, you'd be the only medical support they'll have. Bullshit, bullshit, they just saw you as the weakness of the crew, just that. No experience, my ass, you thought as you looked through the window of the car before looking at your babysitter, Three. He was the one to lose this battle, as he had to play backups, because of you, and stay away from the mission. One knew you too well to leave you alone in your hotel room, and your hands would be probably needed.

“Not too stressed,” Three asked, looking back at you with a small warm smile. A concerned smile.

“You know, when you work with the Doctors Without Borders, you learn to put stress aside, but you all seem to forget that I'm not that fragile,” you replied frankly. You trusted Three, he felt like a soulmate to you, a guy with whom you could laugh about stupid things, and mostly share your thoughts. Mostly.

“Please, mami, Eight, don't be so upset about it, you'll be able to do the next mission with us,” he reassured you, still beaming before he winked, “next time you'll get blood on your hands, promise!”

“She'll got blood on her hands sooner than expected,” One intervened through the earbuds they had, making Eight jump a little, not accustomed to that. “We have two people down, Seven and Four, Five tries to take care of both of them but it's pretty damn hard,” he managed to say as Three and you heard Five cursing in the background. “Two's heading to our medical post, we'll meet there!”

“You wanted blood, the Lord provided blood,” he grinned before putting his foot down abruptly and you had to held yourself to the grip and thanked the Lord for putting your seat belt on.

“If you drive like this we'll need Five's help,” you remarked, as wheels screeched again.

“Don't you worry Eight, everything's under control!”

Nothing was under control as you remarked yourself when you arrived in the hangar which became your medical post. Five greeted you with information, all at once, your head almost exploding from what she said to you, not skipping a beat. She was on Seven's case, his wound were heavier and she already started everything, and Four was unconscious. You had to deal with an unconscious Four who fell off a building, his foot impaled on a fence that Five left in place, because she felt that operating this would be way too difficult in the car and Seven was loosing too much blood compared to Four.

Four's carelessness, you assumed, leaded him to a concussion. Nothing sure, as he passed out, but from what you heard he fell dangerously from that building. And the operation on his foot was the ultimate proof to that, bandage, stitches, rest. His state could have been much worse, he was lucky enough to not die from that height, and you could only imagine what a loss it would have been for the team. And you too, probably. Even if you refused to admit it to yourself, you really appreciated Four for his courage and carelessness. He was everything you were not – minus the courage, you were courageous indeed – and you could argue that in the team everybody was, but Four had a special aura around him, making people gravitating around him happy, smiling, comfortable. And that soothed you a lot, even gave you confidence as he tried to teach you how to hold a gun once, with Three's supervision.

Four woke up after a few hours, sore and tired. His eyes widened as he saw you standing above him, light blinding him a lot.

“Where am I,” he asked, his voice still weak.

“Heaven, Eight's your doctor now,” you joked as he blinked twice. “You fell off a building and I got to repair you a bit. Do you feel like throwing up?”

“I feel like standing up and checking on the others,” he quickly replied before moving his feet before hissing in pain. “The hell!”

“I said I had to repair you,” you told him again, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Fence on your feet, Four, impaled. You're lucky you still have your feet and can feel it.”

“I will be able to walk, right?” His question was full of doubt, you could see this in his eyes, and your reply was, for him, right now, the most important thing in the world.

“If you rest properly and follow my lead for your rehabilitation, you'll be able to jump off that building again,” you said, with a small grin. “But for the moment you need to rest Four, you did a great job up there from what they said to me.”

“Thank you for taking care of me,” he said, smiling as you felt your cheeks burn a bit.

“No problem,” you tried to brush off the blush but it didn't work, “going to check Seven and tell the others that you're awake then.”

You spent almost a week in that place, because of Seven's difficult condition. You had to assist Five sometimes, as she needed another eye for what was happening with that strange bullet that hit him, and the strange substance in which it was soaked. Seven felt dizzy mostly, but Five and you managed to stabilize everything, and now he felt better. Four felt better too, quicker than Seven did. He walked impatiently with crutches, almost ran everywhere with these, trying to be a crutched-parkour-expert and you scolded him too many times for that, and he pouted too many times for your own good. His foot had to recover from that, and it seemed that he never had an injury disabling him from doingwhat he loved the most. So, he had to find other things to do, but with Seven outside the frame, he relied on you. Because you told him that you were the one to take care of his rehabilitation, he took it for granted, he wanted a mental rehabilitation too it seemed.

He spent more and more time with you, only the three of you: him, you and his crutches – so technically four. He curiously asked you about your previous work, and how you managed to keep your mind sane with all these horrors, and strangely, telling him all of that relieved you a bit, emptied your mind from some horrible memories you couldn't collect yourself to share with your family in a past life. But here, with another dead person, an anonymous one, everything seemed easier.

When Seven's condition allowed you to move back to your place in the desert, you had to take Four's real rehabilitation in charge. And as One held Three as an hostage for his informatics researches, you had to stay with Four mostly, trying to separate your “work” from the friendship slowly blooming, and merging into something else. He first had to begin to walk without the crutches, which took him about three weeks. Three impatient weeks, you had to change his bandages everyday, applying products on his wound as he carefully looked at your concentrated face, trying to not combust when his hand was putting the strands falling before your eyes behind your ear. And slowly, smoothly, he began to walk, and you walked with him for almost a month. He opened up, telling you how his funeral was shit and how he couldn't gather himself after he saw his mother crying, how the crew he once had abandoned him, how he found a real family here. How much he wanted to kiss you, but that, he didn't tell.

And when finally the day on which he could try to jump from a spot to another came, you could feel his excitement, yet some fear. Three months without being able to do parkour, it seemed to hurt him more than you imagined in the first place. But he listened to you, hoping that what you did would bring him back into shape quickly. His spectacular health helped a lot in the process.

You rose your eyes, letting him know that he could go, with you watching him from there in any case. He exhaled before running and jumping, landing flawlessly on the other plane, before quickly jumping off it to reach you, taking you by your waist and turning you around in happiness. His laugh was so contagious, his happiness so vivid, your mind so blown.

“Thank you Eight, thank you so much,” he said after putting you down and embracing you. “You're a hero.”

“I'm not a hero, not as much as you are,” you replied shyly, trying to hide your blush and emotions.

“You are my hero Eight”, he corrected as he looked at your face now, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear. “My one and only hero.”

Your heart raced as he leaned towards you, you never felt hotter in this bloody desert than now. His lips were pressed against yours now, you internally thanked him for holding you by the waist because you could fell at any moment, jelly legs.

“Thank you doctor,” he whispered against your lips.

“Somehow, I hope that you'll be injured again so you can kiss me as much as you get injured,” you whispered back.

“I think I can kiss you without needing your medical help, doctor”, he replied before kissing you again.

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ch. lxiv - cowards

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

After sending the last text, Mingi and Jongho didn't waste time and immediately rush to (Y/N)'s room. When they arrived, the door was ajar with Seonghwa standing inside. He was staring blankly around, seemingly confused.

"Hyung, have you been here?" Jongho asked, breaking Seonghwa's trance.

"Y-yeah, I did- she left? Just like that ??" Seonghwa asked, still not believing anything that just happened.

Maybe it was Seonghwa's guilt. The fact that his last interaction with you was him accusing you of being a whore didn't sit right with him. There was a lump in his throat and a heavy feeling on his chest. It felt like he was suffocating.

The three of them stood silently, not knowing what to answer.

As they stood silently, the other boys walked in one by one. Wooyoung walked in first with San in tow, they both immediately took note of the silence and just stared at each other with guilt.

One by one everyone else filled the room, staring blankly at the emptiness and letting sorrow and regret fill them.

"S-so that's it? She left us yet AGAIN after having just came back last night?" Hongjoong asked in disbelief. There was no malice in his tone, there were no ill intentions. He was shocked, surprised at the sudden tension.

Mingi turned to look at the eldest with much disdain, "After what happened to her last night, could you really give her blame?"

inking that Hongjoong felt wronged, as he thought his assumption was justified. To be singled out as such was a little bit too much. "Are you trying to be a hero here?" he asked the taller guy. Mingi scoffed at him, "Hero? You think I have some sort of a complex?" "I don't know, do you? I don't think it's a hero complex, but there must be some sort of a messed up complex in you. Because you've been all over the place and overreacting, acting like a mess when you can't find (Y/N) and yet not saying anything when she was here, letting Yeosang ran his mouth at her, driving her off,"

At the mention of his name, Yeosang spoke up from the corner of the room. "I drove her off? Are you fucking serious?" to which San, who was by his side scoffed, "Weren't you the one who verbally attacked her last night? Calling her out on leaving without any explanation was one thing, but to call her a wandering tramp?" "Okay, I was looking out for all of us. YOU especially, San! You don't know how much it affected me seeing you all broken down and you even fell into depression! As your friend, I was fucking worried!" Yeosang defended himself.

Wooyoung chimed in, scoffing at his long-time friend, "Looking out for us? From what? From who? The woman we love? If you wanna go off on her, that's one hundred percent your choice, but don't use us as your excuse. That's just pathetic, man," he told Yeosang whilst glaring at him.

Seonghwa got in between the two, preventing them both from going at it even further. "Okay, enough with you two, you both can't be fighting during this time. Yeosang might've said some... unnecessary things to (Y/N) last night, but things aren't completely his fault," he reasoned.

Surprisingly, Yunho chimed in, smirking at the older man, "You got that right," he muttered. Yunho's voice was intentionally loud enough for everyone to hear, but still low enough for it to seem snarky.

At his chime, Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows at Yunho, "what's that supposed to mean?" Yunho stepped to Seonghwa while tilting his head as if challenging him, "Don't play dumb, hyung, I heard you last night. Here, you mentioned Yeosang calling (Y/N) names when you basically called her the same thing,"

Whilst the others were left confused, Seonghwa visibly froze. His demeanour changed to a nervous one.

"Yunho, what the fuck are you talking about?" Hongjoong asked.

Yunho looked to the side at Hongjoong casually, "I walked by when I was about to get water last night when I heard yelling from inside her room. Whatever they were talking about, I heard Seonghwa hyung yelling something about (Y/N) staying with guys other than her cousin. The implication was bad, I even heard (Y/N) crying,"

All eyes suddenly shifted to Seonghwa. "Hyung, you made her cry?" San asked, not able to completely believe that Seonghwa was capable of doing that to (Y/N).

Tension rose in the room and suddenly everyone was arguing with each other. All but Jongho who stayed by the sideline, watching the whole thing unfold between his older friends with disappointment in his eyes.

"What happened?" you asked him, appearing by his side out of nowhere.

Jongho sighed before crossing his arms, "They're blaming each other because you left again," he muttered. You frowned and furrowed your eyebrows, "But, I haven't left yet?"

At that, Jongho finally looked at you properly. His eyes widened as wide as they could go, "Oh, hey! You're still here!" He exclaimed loudly, capturing the attention of everyone who was bickering inside.

You stared at them weirdly, "Yeah? Why is that so surprising?"

Mingi stepped out towards you slowly, his hands reached out to grab yours in his softly, "W-we thought you had really left again," he told you, his voice broke from how glad he was.

But that relieved feeling was soon crushed when he heard your answer.

"Well, now I am. I was making sure of something and waiting for Haknyeon to come to pick me up. Since he's here now, I'm... Gonna go," you smiled at them gently. Despite that, there were clear indications that the smile you wore was one of a broken heart.

Seonghwa couldn't help but let his words slip without thinking properly, "You're going back with him and his friends?" to which Yunho immediately nudged him hard on his stomach.

You turn to look at Seonghwa directly. You shook your head at him before answering, "No, I'm not going back to his apartment. Wouldn't be right for me and wouldn't be fair to him. He's just escorting me to my old dorm where I will be staying," you told him. Seonghwa immediately gulped after hearing your answer. He felt bad for jumping to that conclusion, especially after you told him where you were going.

At this point, San had tears brimming in his eyes, blurring his vision, "Wh-why are you going again, (Y/N)? You just got back," he asked as he walked closer to you.

Seeing his tears, you couldn't help but get emotional as well. you let one hand off of Mingi's grasp to cup San's cheek, rubbing it gently with your thumb, "I just have to, Sannie, I'm sorry. I... Just came back up here to tell Mingi and Jongho directly that I'm gonna go now,"

Wooyoung pushed people away to charge directly at you, "Only Mingi and Jongho? That's it? The rest of us didn't even deserve your goodbyes?" there was no resentment in his voice, you noticed. His eyes, however, showed much sorrow.

You sighed and shrugged at him, "With how things went last night, I don't even know if you all wanted to see me again, that's why I tried making my escape as quickly and silently as possible,"

Hongjoong suddenly spoke up, "See, I don't think you wanna leave at all, because if you do, you wouldn't tell us at all and just leave,"

The way he said it set something off in you. Your previous calm demeanour switched within mere milliseconds as you answered Hongjoong bitterly, "of course I don't wanna leave. You think this is easy on me?"

Without realizing it, you slipped your hands off of Mingi's grasp and San's cheek. The others who were in the way moved to the side to let you face Hongjoong directly, slightly afraid of you, "You really think that I came back here just to leave the next day? If so, then not only that you're dead wrong, but you're also an asshole. Every single one of you is acting like I've only been playing around with you all, going back and forth as I please because I don't know what I want. You don't even know why I left. Maybe most of it was because I didn't tell you guys, but part of it was because neither of you even gave me the chance to even explain last night. All of you just turned your backs on me and walked away," you laughed bitterly.

Your words struck them deep. Because they were all true. You might have been the one who started the fight, but they were the ones who delivered the final blow. Not to mention they're male adults who should've been able to communicate and made better decisions. Lastly, there were eight of them and one of you, how was that fair?

The silence and the expression on their faces said a lot, you realized if you were to tell them everything, that was your chance.

So you took a deep breath and spilt everything to them.

You told them about the threat Sunhee gave you, the proof they had, and how they planned on ruining their futures. You told them about how you felt like you didn't have any choice and how you didn't want to make things worse so you just listen to them until you were able to think of something, you wanted to protect them. You also told them how paranoid they made you and how you almost went crazy from worrying over them whilst having to be worried over what those crazy bitches might do.

When you finished talking, you realized that the boys had had tears streaming down their faces. You could see their resolves wilting away and being replaced by regret and shame.

Without even saying anything, Wooyoung pulled you into his arms tightly. He cried, saying how sorry he was for how he acted last night and how he should've trusted you more. Yunho and San wrapped their arms around you too, despite the tears streaming down, they managed to utter how sorry they were for not doing anything. Soon, Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Mingi, and Jongho attached themselves to the growing group hug as well, wordlessly showing their remorse. Despite their lack of words, you understood them just fine.

At that moment, you felt safe, you felt relieved that you were finally able to tell them everything. Things finally seem like they will go back to normal.

Maybe except for one thing.

You lifted your face from where it was nestled in the crook of Wooyoung's neck to meet eyes with the one person who was still rooted in his position.

Yeosang immediately looked away, an attempt you assume was to cover up his own tears.

Though heartbroken that he seemed to still resent you, you took the current win and let yourself bask in the warmth the guys were giving you.

You promised yourself then and there that you wouldn't act so carelessly anymore.

At least not without letting them know.

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Chapter Three.

"You're just a stupid little girl who has done nothing but ruin everything I've ever worked for - your father would be ashamed"

"I'm glad your father's dead, he doesn't have to see what a wretch and a cancer you've become"

"Police Academy?! Ha! Maybe I'll get lucky and someone sensible with half a brain will shoot you like your failure of a father"

Ava woke with a start, her body jolting upright, her eyes still heavy with sleep unable to focus on her unfamiliar surroundings as her heart pounded erratically and her chest heaved as she struggled to shake off the remnants of the all too familiar dream. Too caught up in regaining her composure she never noticed the bucket of water or the person throwing it until she was drenched and spluttering. Her hands came up to rub her eyes in an attempt to once again clear her vision before throwing a glare at the offending person "'bout time you woke up, almost thought you'd died and saved me a whole lotta trouble" a roll of her eyes indicated she'd heard him, she just refused to give him a reaction. Of fucking course it'd be Jacob Seed to get her wet in the frosty early morning air and not in the good way. "Fuck off, Seed" came her irked reply mentally slapping herself for actually responding to him "someone wake up on the wrong side of the cage this morning?" a question asked without an ounce of genuine care and a smirk so fraudulent it made her old Barbie dolls seem a hundred per cent real in comparison. Ava didn't reply and instead huffed in annoyance; she was exhausted and her entire body ached from having to sleep on the dirty floor all night so she was in no mood for being patronised by an asshole choosing to focus on trying to untangle the mess of brunette hair with nothing but her fingers - unsuccessfully I might add which only worsened her already sour mood. Refusing to give up her hands continued as best they could to untangle some of the easier knots and avoiding the still tender area of where she'd been struck a few hours earlier.

Cerulean blue eyes watched as she stubbornly refused to give up enjoying the small huffs of frustration he'd hear occasionally. If he was any sort of gentleman he'd offer her an extra set of hands but he found watching her struggle much more entertaining. Instead the former army marksman took the opportunity to study the young woman sitting awkwardly in his cage; always know your enemy he thought as his gaze wandered over her. Now that it was daytime he could get a good look at her; hair a chocolaty brown and even though it was currently a mess you could see she took care of it, she must have been about 5"2 and a hundred and five pounds if that which surprised him considering she put quite a bit of force into the kick to his face last night - not enough to hurt him too much but she still managed to draw blood. That didn't mean anything to him though, she was still weak and he looked forward to putting her through her paces and beyond but for now his studying continued now noting her eyes that were a sea green "you getting off on this, Seed?" then there was that mouth of hers always too quick with a smart remark and a sarcastic comment - that would soon change, he'd break that bad habit first. "You could have avoided all of this if you and your friends had just walked away" which was true but Ava wasn't about to admit that especially not to Jacob who currently sat upon a metal chair, his large arms folded across his chest whilst his legs stretched out before him crossing at his feet; dickhead came to mind as she finally gave up on trying to tame her unruly hair and turned her attention to the eldest of the three siblings. Easier to see him properly within the early morning rays of sunshine peeking through. The photos provided within the manila folder didn't give much detail; too grainy to actually make anything out but now in the morning light she noticed just how beautiful his eyes were and yes, she hated herself for admitting it and yes, she almost threw up in her mouth but she couldn't deny that they were strikingly beautiful and one of the first things she'd noticed. His scars and his burns weren't even on her radar as she casually studied him whilst his attention was momentarily elsewhere, of course they were noticeable and of course she was curious about them; how had he gotten such severe scarring? Did they bother him? Then she snorted realising what a stupid thought that was - it was Jacob Seed as if anything bothered him.

Her snort caught his attention and his eyes snapped back to her making her look away "somethin' funny?" completely ignoring his question Ava rose to her knees and shuffled until she was at the front of the cage "to answer your previous statement. If you and your freakshow of a family acted like decent human beings none of this would have happened" she spat venomously, her facial expression twisting into something that conveyed hatred. Within an instant Jacob's demeanor changed from one of mild amusement and boredom to that of white hot rage, his hands came up to slam on the bars of the cage as he shot forward making the young woman fall back in fear and shuffle as far back as possible - everyone knew not to slander his family in anyway but apparently Ava didn't get that memo and instantly regretted running her mouth as she saw the sheer anger in his glare and the way his hands gripped the bars hard enough to turn his knuckles white. She wasn't afraid to admit that she was terrified right now but her wide green eyes couldn't look away "don't ever talk ill of my family" his voice despite being low was filled with rage and a fierce protectiveness that almost sounded like a growl, it made a chill run down her spine. If making situations worse by running your mouth was an Olympic event Ava would get gold everytime, it was a talent and right now it was one she wished she never had.

His gaze lingered on her for a few more moments as if contemplating his next move and Ava just prayed to whatever higher power that existed that it didn't involve him opening the cage. Instead Jacob released his grip, stood swiftly from the chair and moved towards two of his Chosen; unable to hear what he was saying Ava closed her eyes and made a mental note not to mention his family again. When she reopened them she noticed Jacob had headed inside the Veterans Centre and the men he'd been talking to heading her way "time to get cleaned up little lady, brother Jacob's orders" cleaned up? Wonderful she thought knowing it wasn't about to be a warm bubble bath waiting for her. When she hadn't moved quickly enough the cage door was wrenched open and a dirty hand grasped her hair making Ava his in pain as he dragged her kicking and screaming across the compound "quite ya flappin' girly, it ain't doin' ya no good" she didn't listen and despite her ankle throbbing she managed to get a lucky hit on the shin of the second man who cursed loudly before regaining his composure and back handing her for the trouble making her head swing back, almost seeing stars from the impact.

Ava was thrown unceremoniously onto the hard floor of a dimly lit concrete room, her hands and knees stinging from taking the brunt of the impact, this made her glance over her shoulder and glare at her two 'knights in shining armour' but they'd already left leaving her to her own devices for the time being. Her mind wondered what their version of 'getting cleaned up' was because judging from the state of them and the smell she had to endure on the way over they hadn't bathed in quite some time; hypocrites.

Ava noticed the medium sized drainage hole in the middle of the room and the large hose pipe hanging neatly on the wall near the door but her muddled mind didn't put two and two together and paid no attention to it, instead she focused on the door and wondered if they'd been stupid enough to leave it unlocked. It couldn't possibly be that easy to get off here, right? As if she'd be able to just open the door and go? Seeing as she was cold, exhausted and hungry Ava didn't think she had much of a choice and even with a bad ankle she could suffer through the pain long enough to get away from this place.

Without hesitation she slowly pushed herself up off the unforgiving floor and hobbled towards the door; her ankle protesting every step she made but she wasn't about to let that stop her when her freedom was so close that she could almost taste it.

A shaky hand reached out towards the handle, her fingers brushing it gently but to her horror it moved and the door began to open making her recoil from the fiery haired brute who had just stepped inside "goin' somewhere, pup?" he asked, his face showed no emotion and neither did his voice which didn't bode well for the brunette now sat on the floor - the momentum of trying to move away quick enough meant she fell ass backwards and her ass had no padding so no doubt that would be yet another bruise for her.

"Strip" came his clipped demand, his gaze fixed and hard on the woman in front of him. His arms were folded across his chest again and Ava wondered if that was a natural stance for him or if it was to stop him from possibly murdering her. Her brows furrowed in confusion at his demand "what?" "you heard me, I said strip" again, his tone was short and clipped but that didn't stop Ava who scoffed and point blank refused. There was no way she was going to strip for him "and if I don't?" she asked raising an eyebrow as if to challenge him which with all things considered was probably pretty stupid on her part but up until this point her life had been a series of stupid events so why not continue?

It was then she realised her mistake and her eyes widened in absolute fear as Jacob stormed across the room and it was in that moment she saw that rage within his eyes from earlier and prayed that whatever death was coming it'd be quick. All of a sudden she found herself pinned to the cold, harsh floor with one of his hands around her throat, his grip hard enough to leave bruises whilst his other hand pinned both her wrist above her - she had nowhere to go because her legs were useless at this point and even they weren't she doubted she'd have enough strength to fend him off long enough to reach the door. His face was now right above hers, his breath hot on her face as she struggled to for air "you'll learn why I'm the best at what I do and you'll either play nice and fall in line remembering that you're nothin' more than meat that's expendable" as if to emphasize his point his grip around her throat became that much tighter that she'd started to squirm beneath him, panic mode had kicked in as her vision became cloudy. She truly thought she was about to die and in the back of her mind she found she was okay with that because that would mean she would finally meet her father. In her current situation she was completely powerless to stop him from choking the life out of her and snapping her neck like a twig but apparently he wasn't feeling that murderous today and released his grip just enough for her to gasp for air " - or you'll be culled, tied up and used as live target practice for my Chosen, so what will it be, princess?"

Ava gasped and spluttered again fighting for air unable to give him a physical answer Ava weakly nodded as much as his grip allowed making a cruel smirk replace the scowl he'd been wearing previously" good girl, you know what to do" within an instant he'd relinquished his grip on both her wrists and her throat and had returned to his previous position. His gaze hardened and cold as watched her pathetically regain her composure.

With no other option but to do as she was told the young brunette cautiously and fearfully began to slip out of her deputy uniform as shaking hands fumbled with zips, buckles and buttons. His never wavering gaze didn't help her much either and not knowing if he would strangle her again also didn't help but soon enough she'd managed to discard her uniform leaving her in nothing but her bra and underwear; surely I can keep these on, right? This made Ava look over towards him and in return he merely nodded making tears spring to her eyes as she tentatively reached for the clasp of her bra at the back to unhook it before letting it drop to the floor. Ava gulped down the feeling of nausea before scrunching her face in pain as she winced - her throat would be sore for a good while and no doubt the bruises he left will last weeks before they fade.

Refusing to let him have the satisfaction of seeing her cry, Ava thumbed the elastic of her underwear before tugging them down over her hips, thighs and legs before discarding them with the rest of her clothes. Every part of her was open to him, she felt extremely vulnerable wished she was anywhere but here. Her earlier bravado had been stripped from her and now she naked and exposed in front of him. A face full of cold, harsh water soon broke her train of thought as the force of the pressure slammed her against the nearest wall making her cry out but this only resulted in more coughing and spluttering from the woman. Not that she could see but she could already tell that her skin had probably turned a nice shade of red if pain was anything to go by.

No matter how hard she tried to cover herself from the onslaught of water it just never made a difference, instead she gave up and pressed herself against the cold wall waiting for it to be over.

After what felt like an eternity the water stopped and she was left sore, drenched and very, very cold if her shivering was anything to go by. It's the type of cold that works its way into your bones and then it's icy tendrils wrap itself around your core and you genuinely wonder if you'll ever feel warmth again. "Get dressed" a flurry of definitely used clothes that consisted of ratty dark jeans and a fade flannel shirt hit her but Ava was that cold she would have worn a garbage bag to get warm at this point so she hurriedly threw them on making a note of just how big they were on her, not that she was about to complain especially if it meant being stripped again.

By now Jacob stood in front of what he could only assume was a drowned rat, her hair now forcefully untangled hung dripping onto the flannel she wore as he grasped her jaw he noticed how she flinched but said nothing, his grip just hard enough to have her attention and possibly leave bruises "when you behave yourself you get privileges like clothes but if you keep running that mouth of yours and misbehaving those privileges get taken away and you'll get punished. I'm sure my men out there would love to see the sight that I just saw and I mean, who knows what would happen if I'm not around" his not so subtle threat was quickly understood; the possibility of getting raped wasn't something she wanted "have I made myself clear?" "y - yes" Jacob quirked an eyebrow and gripped her jaw that little bit harder; more bruises to add to the collection she thought as she painfully cleared her throat "y - yes, sir" her voice was hoarse and it hurt to talk but her answer seemed to satisfy him because relinquished his grip and strode to the door, an arm keeping it open as he glanced at the sorry state of a deputy.

"Time for your trainin', let's go, pup" Ava meekly nodded; too tired and too fearful at this point to put up a fight. Her stomach filled with dread as she made her way towards the door.

It couldn't get any worse, right?

[gayerthanthee]

Hearts and Halos|| The Privacy-Snooper

Chapter Two: The Privacy-Snooper

Previous Chapter: Hearts and Halos|| Pale White Feathers

Summary: From years of walking the Earth, James Buchanan Barnes hasn't been successful in his love life. Despite his looks, skills, charming personality and his sex/non-sex appeal, he couldn't find the right one. But when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he meets the unthinkable; an Angel. Not just any Angel, a Cupid that God sent Himself.

And so, he's in for a long, long ride, and the hunt for Bucky's Significant Other finally begins.

Named/Mentioned Character/s:

Bucky Barnes

(y/n) (l/n)

God

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff(mentioned)

Tony Stark(mentioned)

Clint Barton(mentioned)

Warning/s:

Just a little Bucky breakdown, not a full one. But still kinda stings.

Word Count:

1819

Author's note/s:

If you're a religious person or not, it doesn't change how I can treat you. It's based on your attitude to me. But bringing that up, here, you are an Angel of God. You lived your life as a human on Earth and died and became an Angel and chose to be an Angel of Love, a Cupid. So no matter what belief you have, this is simply fictional and I hope to not make things heavy. This, all about God and Heaven, is for the sake of this AU. With that out, I hope you at least liked the last and like this as much as you did.:)

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'Is that an angel snooping my diary?'

HEAVEN

A luminous beam of light was conjured in the  extravagant palace of Heaven. Yes, Heaven existed, like how Earth did. It was where the good and the pardoned resided after death. The after life of the deceased creations by the Almighty. Where souls and Angels lived. You might ask, don't the dead become Angels too once they get to Heaven? It's a little like that, you're right. But to be specific, yes, they become Angels, with halos and white wings. But not all of them are the same.

Once you get to the Gates of Heaven, you will be an Angel once you're deemed good throughout your life as a human, and you're officially welcomed in the haven. There, you may live peacefully and serene, with a home inside or out the main palace of Heaven. And, if you want to have responcibilities, you may talk to God in his place in the palace. He can give you what he can give. It's either being a Guardian Angel, an Archangel, and assistant or others. In (y/n)'s case, she chose to be a Cupid.

When the light dispersed, it showed (y/n) in her form as a Cupid. In white robes that embraced her body perfectly. Gladiator sandals that reached her knees, and a mystical bag that could carry almost anything. And last but not the least, a golden halo that was suspended ontop of her head, her pale white wings folded on her back.

As she walked towards God's office she looked for her love journal in her bag, pulling it out when she sees it. When she arrived on front of God's door she twisted the knob when she saw the rectangular green light on top.

"Oh, (y/n). Good to see you, my child." He greeted when he sees one of his hard-working Cupids.

"Hi Boss, good to see you too." She greeted too after shutting the door with a smile. "Er, I have a question, something about my job."

She neared his desk and laid the book before him. Opening it and turning to the last pages, it showed information about Bucky. His biography, the arcs of his life, how he is as a person, but his Significant Other was empty and his future was incomplete. And the other page, that was supposed to show about the person for him was complete empty. Except for the gender, though. "Why is it like this? Why doesn't it tell about Barnes' Significant Other?"

God raised his brows and smiled. "But it does tell about his Other," He paused and pointed down at the only information it had and this time, smiled cheekily. "it's a female."

(y/n) knew about that. She looked down at where he pointed and her brow furrows, before looking at her boss. "What is this all about, Boss?"

God had started to chuckle. "I thought you'd never ask. This whole mystery," He circled the pages, continuing. "is for me to know and for you to find out."

"What?" She cried. "Did you just get that out of a human' T.V. show?"

"Hmm, maybe?" "Come on Boss, what is this about, please?"

God saw the plead in her eyes, and was almost convinced to tell him who the Other was.

He sighed. "Think of it as a puzzle. A last challenge before stepping down from your title. But I'm telling you, you'll be thanking me after you fulfil this last mission. So you can't back out now."

"Can I at least have any hints, and clues?"

"Of course, you can. I can't resist one of my children, now can I?"

《♡》

SOMEWHERE IN AMERICA, EARTH

Bucky loved his best friend like his own brother, but you know how brothers can be sometimes. They can be a little bit..much.

Since Bucky told Steve of his little semi-episode earlier, he started to overreact a bit. Again, a bit...much.

"So I talked to Tony and told him to have security heightened around you just to make sure you're safe and I advice you not to get out much and make sure you don't lock yourself up and-"

"Steve," "-I don't want to hear you getting chased by-" "Steve." "-some goons and-"

"Jesus Christ Steve I know you care so much but you're getting a bit too much and it isn't helping the freaking situation much."

Bucky's chest was heaving as he chased his breath from the short outburst, but his eyes softened up at his pal when his mood seemed to droop.

"Look, I'm sorry for--I dunno, raising my voice at you? Yeah. But Steve, you gotta keep in mind that panicking like-" He gestured towards Steve from beside him. "-that doesn't really help. You're more worried than the person who's already a little jumpy."

The other man sighed. "I know." And he sighed again, by inhaling longer and letting it all out. "Yeah I know and I'm sorry. You know I can't-I can't help it." With that, he stared into his best friend's eyes with such emotion. "I just can't afford to lose my pal. Again."

Bucky nodded with an understanding smile, and pats Steve's back to try and pat away his worries somehow. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon, bud."

Steve smiled back, albeit a little unsure, but nodded nonetheless.

"Mr. Rogers, Ms. Romanoff and Mr. Barton are waiting for you in the quinjet."

Steve raised his brows and looked up at the ceiling, a habit everytime he heard FRIDAY. Don't worry though, I assure you he's starting to get used to the A.I. He's improving.

"Welp, there's my cue," He stands and shifts his uniform properly. "stay safe. And keep an eye out, too."

Seeing Bucky nod carefully at his request, he attaches his shield to his back and turns away, leaving the compound. Leaving Bucky all on his own.

《♢》

Chewing at his gum, the (h/c)-headed man walked through the aisles of the grocery shop, making sure the man he's after doesn't lose his sight. He looks at the round mirror on the corner of the store, and saw the brunette take the canned food from the shelf and put it in his cart; turned his back and pushed the full trolley before pausing at his steps, slowly darting his eyes around and continuing his way to the counter.

The (h/c)head walked carefully as he pretended to examine the dairy products on the aisle he was at, placing a carton of milk on his basket. Watching the man from the corner of his eye.

He watched as the brunette man checked out his items and walked out of the shop, so he puts back the carton of milk and drops the basket carefully on the ground; walking briskly to follow the man he's pursuing and chucking out his gum to the garbage bin without batting an eye.

Bucky had gotten out after lunch to buy the groceries. He felt like he wanted to go out at the moment, but still, he had a reason why. Hmph, all this despite Steve's light request. Mean.

Without a doubt, he was being followed again. No, he didn't just have a hunch, he was sure. He saw the man looking at him as Bucky took a glance on the round mirror above the entrance of the small shop. And after checking out, he immediately left and tested if he was definitely the follower.

Bucky, with the plastic bags, went to the ice cream vendor who had his stand near the park. He thought of stopping for a while to see if the familiar man was still there, but at the same time he really did want to have ice cream, though. Nothing bad with that.

After purchasing his cone he sat on a bench and rested, giving his legs a break. He takes a harmless lick on the dairy and carefully devours it, savoring the sweetness of the ice cream, and as he does so, his eyes shoot from one direction to another. He's not here. The man's not anywhere. He lost sight of his follower.

Was he being followed, or was he not? He was very sure he was. Even I was, whoops.

And so, our man here sighs and walks the pavement under the now darkening evening. Clouds and clouds seeming to embrace the stars from above, accompanied by the moon who replaced the sun's place in the sky.

Then he makes a sharp turn and walks into the darkness of an alley.

He leans his back into the concrete wall and anticipated for the other sound of footsteps to continue and inch closer. He waited for seconds. And seconds turned to minutes, until it felt like forever, which makes him finally decide to sneak a peak out the alley.

No sight of the man.

He felt stupid. But Bucky felt it. Again. And when he thought he could get the chance to finally confront him, that's just what it was. A thought.

《♧》

From his kneeling position by his bed, he stood, and wiped his tired face wih his hands, pulling at his hair when he held it.

He pulled his hair harshly, as if he waited for scalp to tear from his head. His teeth were bared as he grinded them. His head shaking the slightest.

Bucky was frustrated. He was frustrated at the man who he couldn't grasp. He was frustrated at the situation. He was frustrated at himself. At how he was weak and helpless.

He could feel the gaping hole in his chest. The way it was empty as if something was torn from inside him. He was panting. Hoping that each and every breath he took would feel the vacancy inside his empty but beating heart.

Eventually, his actions started to cease. His face was untensed and he calmed his breath. He wiped away the tears that made their way down his cheeks and wiped what was left from his eyes.

He dropped his bottom to his bed and inched towards the middle, enveloping his comforter around his defeated form as he forced himself to rest. For his emotions to cease.

He blindly reached for the lamp as his eyes were shut. When he felt the little rope, he pulls it down gently, turning out the light before he slept.

He didn't know how long he was asleep and what time he did, but he definitely knew it wasn't long.

But where did the sudden and gentle luminosity before his screwed eyelids come from?

Then he heard it. The sound of paper scraping lightly against paper. The silent mumbling out loud from behind him.

When he peaked through his eyelids, he saw the dark abyss of a sky from the gap of his curtains. And when he looked from the corner of his eye, the ceiling's light was off. Even the lamp was off, being in that side of his room. The intense light on his walls must be coming from this intruder's torch.

Slowly, he turned his body to the other side and his eyes flew wide at what he was witnessing, before narrowing to observe better.

'Is that an angel snooping my diary?'

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I'm back! Sorry for being gone. I actually got this done since last week but I didn't get to put it in Tumblr. But now I got it though:))

Be safe!

-Xandra

[loudhaoleinatie]

Danny didn't really know what he was expecting to get from his challenge. He had worked out over time that Steve likely wasn't 100% straight, that the SEAL liked guys... But that he saw Danny in that way? His title may have been 'Detective', but Danny had been clueless as to that little fact.

So when Steve was suddenly grasping his shirt and hauling him in for a mind blowing kiss, Danny was caught almost completely unawares. The only hint he'd gotten as to what to expect was the way Steve looked hungrily at the Jersey man's lips for a moment before grabbing him, and Danny's brain was currently swimming in tequila so he hadn't even processed that properly yet.

That was why he let out a very embarrassing squeak as Steve's lips crashed into his. He froze, only for a moment, before closing his eyes and opening his mouth to Steve's probing tongue, melting into the other man and moaning right along with him.

The kiss was intense, hot, and full of the same need that Danny had felt day in, day out for the past years since he'd met Steve. He should have known they'd been heading in this direction, but the power of that kiss still knocked him for six.

Steve's hands cupped his face and Danny finally found the wherewithal to grasp at his partner's shirt at his waist, pulling them even closer together and trying to let Steve know that he wanted this just as much.

He didn't even realise that he wasn't breathing until Steve pulled away, leaving Danny to gasp in oxygen and blink rapidly, simply trying to process what had just happened. He realised he was still holding on to Steve's shirt and he slowly let go, looking over to Kono who was whooping and yelling "Finally! Oh my god, how hot was that??"

"I uh..." Danny began, frowning when he couldn't seem to remember the English language. "Um..."

"A bit lost for words, Danny?" Chin asked, smirking as he threw back his own shot. He took Kono's wrist. "C'mon Cuz, I don't know about you but I think these guys need some time to talk..."

Danny blinked hard again and nodded vaguely, waving goodbye to the cousins as they left. Then he turned to look at Steve who had that shit-eating smug fucking grin on his face that Danny loved to hate and hated to love.

"Wait... What did you say?" he asked.

He was only just understanding the last sentence his friend had said. Had Steve said that he loved him? They'd said that before, but never after a kiss! Did it mean something different now?

Somehow Danny felt that it meant something very different.

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Danny raised his eyebrows when Steve agreed to buy another bottle of tequila, having brought to the table.

He watched as his partner sprinkled salt on his hand and his tongue snaked out to capture the grains, before he formed the shot and bit into the lime slice, his lips sealing around the fruit. Hot damn, what he wouldn’t do to have that tongue on his body… Danny practically had to stop himself drooling on the table.

Suddenly he realised Steve was actually taking to him, and he snapped himself out of his daze.

“Uh, yeah, ‘kay,” he mumbled, picking up the bottle and messily putting himself a shot.

“Don’t waste it!” he heard Kono complain from across the table, and a grin suddenly set across his face as he glanced at Steve.

“Oh, I won’t,” he murmured, though he wasn’t referring to the alcohol. No, he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to get Steve back for being irritatingly sexy, or to get the SEAL’s full attention…

Danny tipped salt onto the back of his own hand, picking up his shot glass in the other before locking eyes with Steve and slowly dipping his face down to his hand, his tongue sweeping gradually over the salt and gathering it up before he swallowed the bitterness. Then he tied his head back, throwing back the shot and snatching up a wedge of lime to bite down on, again catching Steve’s gaze as he did so. Some line juice dripped down his chin, but he made no move to wipe it away.

Danny heard Kono giggling from the other side of the table and Chin muttering something like “seriously?”, vaguely remembering they still had an audience, but he refused to break the eye contact with Steve.

He sucked at the lime before taking it out of his mouth and doing it in the bowl on the table, running his tongue over his lips.

“Mmm, so good,” he drawled.

Steve watched with amusement as the blond took the shot, his smile quickly fading the second his saw that tongue flick out to clean up the salt, and an audible gasp came from him when he bit down on the lime. His dick had already taken notice and he had shift in his seat a little to get more comfortable, his eyes settling on the juice that was slowly making its way down the man’s chin.

After he disposed of the lime, he couldn’t take his gaze off of his friend, the lime juice just about to drip off when he reached forward to pull Danny close by the front of his shirt. He kissed him firmly, Kono basically cheering him on for doing that, Chin just chuckling and rolling his eyes at his cousin.

Almost 9 years of pent up tension went into the kiss, it was almost like he couldn’t get the other man close enough, his tongue slipping into the blond’s mouth to taste him, and he literally groaned. It was shameless, needy, and just a little bit dirty and he couldn’t get enough of it. Gently, he cupped his partners face in his hands while he continued to kiss him, but he had to pull himself away to let the other man breathe. Both of them looked dazed afterward, but the SEAL was immensely satisfied that he got to kiss him and that he didn’t get shoved away.

“I love you, Danno.”