#why did he get so damn close to Ace's face. I am. SCREAMING
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scoups4lyfe · 2 years ago
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Ace: *Just exists*
Michinaga:
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he always up in Ace's grill lmao
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girl help
why did he have to get within kissing distance to say this
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lmao
is-
is that why Michinaga is so mad at Ace? Because Ace won but just wished to be famous asf?
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twstfanblog · 1 year ago
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*~Nasty Neige~*
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AN: GOD, I lost control over this fic the second I started it, I didn't mean to make this thing so long. Which is why it took me so long to get everything down and editing. I know I missed something but I can make edits as I put links up on the other entries.
Word Count: 5.3K
Warnings: Neige being a general creepy guy. Obsessive thoughts, stalker vibes. Swears. She/They Yuu OC.
Pairings: Vil/Rook, Vil & Yuu (Siblings), One-sided Vil/Neige, Epel/Deuce?/Jack? (Guess)
Enjoy~!
Starter, Part 1 (Here), Part 2 (Heartslabyul), Part 3 (Diasomnia)
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Classes didn’t start for another week and the open house event didn’t start for another day, so Yuu didn’t have any reason to be awake before noon. But she was because her trauma-filled body kept hearing noise downstairs. The first few times she was able to drift back to sleep, not hearing anything after the initial sound and assuming Grim was walking around looking for snacks. But then she realized Grim was still sleeping tucked up against her stomach, more floorboards creaking downstairs with no explanation. She does her best to not jostle Grim, reaching to the nightstand and grabbing her phone, cursing under her breath as she sees it was barely past 8:30 am.
She didn’t change out of her pjs, slipping on her houseshoes while she left the bed. Making sure Grim was tucked into the still-warm covers, Yuu grabbed her golf cub, making her way downstairs and avoiding the loud boards. Even after multiple renovations, there were still floorboards that creaked and on bad storm nights the whole house sounded like it groaned. (A part of her simply made peace with that it wouldn’t be Ramshackle if it wasn’t a little old and creaky). Besides her, Grim was the only one who knew what boards hated being stepped on. Ortho knew them too but he didn’t walk much. Epel seemed to take sick pleasure in stepping on each one whenever he came over, and the rest of her friends were either too naturally loud or heavy to not make noise in the dorm. 
She would have felt more at ease if whoever was in her house was being loud. Her friends were loud, even if they knew she was asleep. But whoever was there was trying to be quiet and failing. Once downstairs she tries to hear where the intruder was, poising to swing. The sound of the toaster popping gives her the element of surprise, rushing into the kitchen.
Both she and the blond intruder scream when they see each other, Yuu just barely stopping her swing. Vil braced himself against the counter, breathing in a forced calm pattern before glaring at her. His hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, face bare besides a tinted lipgloss. Dressed in a modified cropped yellow hoodie, high-waisted black leggings and simple sneakers, “I swear you and Epel are determined to give me gray hairs! Why are you just so ready to deal violence!? It’s 8 in the morning!”
Yuu leans against her golf cub, trying to ease her own adrenaline spike, “Yeah! It’s 8 am, why are you in my house!? Also, are you dying? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without foundation.” Her anger grows seeing the disheveled model look at her with a pinched face, not answering her as he turns back to plate the food he was cooking on her stove. She opens her mouth to yell again, only to look at the kitchen window and realize, “...Did you close the blinds?”
Yuu had an odd relationship with blinds after meeting Rook. Yes, she kept her more personal areas heavily covered and only opened them for her monthly dorm deep clean, but the more communal areas of the dorm were free to be viewed from outside. It was nice sometimes to be relaxing on her lonesome only to hear a tap against a window. A tap could be Jack and Vil on their morning runs asking her to pass them glasses of water or fruit she had on hand. Maybe Lilia coming to scare her or show her a new melody he’d learned. Ace or Deuce coming to beg her for help after they’ve pissed Riddle off. And Vil knew Rook would rather enter through a window than a damn doorway. Either way, open blinds at Ramshackle had come to mean ‘Come in���. Something that Rook delighted in whenever he wasn’t too busy with his ‘errands’.
“...” She looks around, finally taking note how all of her downstairs windows seemed to have not only their binds but the thick curtains closed, “Are you and Rook fighting?”
“Oh, he’s going to wish we were when I get back in the dorm…”
She laughs, watching the model bite into a slice of toast with a runny egg on top of it, “Oh sevens, the year hasn’t even started yet. Why are you fighting?” 
Vil huffed, rolling his eyes, trying to avoid her gaze. Talking with one’s mouth full was just rude, plus he knew if he started ranting his food would be cold before he was done. If he had to hide out at Ramshackle for the day he would need the protein. Glancing down at Yuu, he openly takes another big bite of toast, just to show he wasn’t going to answer her anytime soon.
“Ok, fuck you too then, I’ll just open the blinds while you’re being a bitch.”
He chokes on a bite, nearly dropping the plate in his rush to shove it onto the counter. Nails sinking into her shoulder to stop her, not caring at the mush of food falling out of his mouth as he shouts, “NO!”
Yuu hisses, a hand coming up to yank Vil’s hand away from her, “OW!? Ok, what is the issue? Is Rook finally coming to shave an undercut on you or something?”
Vil sighs, giving her a small apologetic look before he swallows, “Neige is in Pomefiore. I…really didn’t want to deal with him today so I managed to make my way here to hide out. I don’t think anyone saw me, but I didn’t want to risk someone seeing me from the windows…” He takes another bite of toast, fingers wiping yolk from his lips, “Sorry about your shoulder…”
“...” Yuu sighs, placing her club against the wall and waves his apology off, “It’s fine. I hate Neige too but like- Wait, why is his ass here?” At Vil’s equally bewildered shrug her brows crease, “The open house doesn’t start until tomorrow? Are you sure he’s like here, here?”
“Seeing how Rook was yelling outside my room about his ‘Roi de Neige’ being in Pomefiore and he had to make himself look presentable, I would think so.” Vil scoffs, rolling his eyes at the very idea of anyone liking Neige.
Good ole Rook, scaring the precious wildlife to get them to escape a foreign danger. Might as well send him a text to ask how long he thinks it’ll be until Vil was safe to enter his dorm again.
“Well, get comfy I guess. Idia made sure I was set with cable and various media players, so there should be something on the TV. I’m going to make breakfast for me and Grim.”
Vil moved out of her way, finishing off his breakfast before grabbing a mixing bowl to hand to her, “Sorry, I should have made you two something as well instead of just myself.”
“Please don’t. Your unseasoned pallet would send Grim over the edge.”
The dorm leader, moves the bowl out of her grip, smacking her on the head with it before putting it on the counter, “Fuck you, you don’t need to use salt and garlic salt in the same dish.”
“They are different things, Vil.”
“They’re both salt.”
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Neige looked around before fully exiting from the mirror, a hand quickly making sure his wig was in place. It wasn’t hard borrowing a disguise from his friends on his current movie set. Decked out in a mid-length pink wig and pale blue contacts, a simple white shirt, indigo overalls and his dark brown boots he wasn’t the least bit recognizable. Biting into his lower lip softly, he squealed, staring at the castle against the early sky. That’s where Vi slept! The blond had been in this very pocket dimension for years, he walked on these paths, talked in the halls, bathed in the water- He needed to focus. Giving himself one last preening, he calms his breath and walks toward the dorm.
Each step made his heart flutter. Excitement and fear pulsing in his veins the closer he got to the large, pristine castle. He was breaking so many rules; he wasn't supposed to be here for many reasons. The open house wasn't even open for the Seven's sake, he didn't go to this school, and he had no one's permission to be here. But he had to, it was his only chance. The open house would no doubt have people crawling all over the campus. Neige wouldn't be able to walk around as himself, let alone be able to get some alone time to talk with his Vi.
Ah. Just the thought of him alone was enough to make his knees weak. 
He closes his eyes, hands gripping onto his shoulders in a self-hug when he finally steps onto the main area of the dorm. He breathes it all in, nearly missing a figure in an old yellow hoodie race past him to exit through the mirror. 
He opened his eyes in panic, looking to see if the other figure was suspicious of him. He lets out a breath in relief. Whoever they were, they seemed more interested in running to wherever. Vi had made posts about how proud he was of his dorm members taking morning runs, maybe they were simply late for a run with friends. His palms get sweaty as his thoughts start to race at the thought of Vi running with him.
The image of Vi in his black and light purple designer tracksuit, hair pulled back into a wind-swept ponytail. Lips open in a pant as sweat drips down his jaw- FOCUS. He wasn't here to fantasize! He could do that when he went back to his dorm. Hopefully after gaining something to remember his trip by.
His eyes scan the courtyard. It was beautiful as expected, with elegant pathways of carved stones and a large elaborate water feature giving a calming background noise to the area. Apple trees with bright red fruits scattered amongst the deep green grass. The area was so clean and proper he could almost imagine he was back on Royal Sword grounds.
Pulling out his phone he starts to walk on the grass, whispering a small apology for ignoring the very clear sign saying to ‘Stay Off’. Vi had posted a video in late spring. He and a few other students had replanted a number of trees after a mysterious storm had wrecked multiple dorms in NRC. The blond was shown smeared lightly with dirt, a smile on his face as he gently placed a nursery tree into a hole. The video ending on Vi smiling to the camera, air-kissing the leaves of the tree and a message showing up. 'Grow up lovely, little tree'
(Neige won't comment on how he spent an hour in the bathroom connected to his dorm room, trying to hide his sobs as he promised the paused video to grow up to be a big lovely tree. He doesn't think he was successful if Chenya's side-eye was anything to note.)
He wanted to find that tree, he needed to. The urge to simply touch it, feel the bark and soil that were touched by the hands of perfection. Maybe, if it wasn't too tall yet, he could even kiss those same leaves…
It took him nearly an hour, 9 am rolling around and the sun making its formal appearance in the sky, but he found it. Tucked neatly at a distance from two adult trees, small blooms in the branches but no fruits. This was the tree.
Neige takes a picture, walking closer and snapping more as he posed in front of the tree. He looks the tree over and frowns, in such a short amount of time the tree had matured too tall for him to properly kiss its leaves. He couldn't even take a blossom without struggling to climb the still-thin tree. He was light, but he couldn't risk harming the tree Vi had put such love and dedication to. 
Instead, he looks around, making sure there was still no one walking around the courtyard before he gently placed his hands on the trunk of the tree. One last nervous glance around, he licks his lips, leaning forward to lightly air kiss against the bark of the tree. Pulling back he felt his nerves alight, filling him with excitement that pulled him back toward the tree. This time his lips connected against the rough bark, lips stinging from the contact before he pulls away.
An indirect kiss with his Vi. The tree was their shared project now, another creative child they can look back on together. He can barely hold back his squeal, bouncing on his heels before wrapping his arms around the tree in a hug. He even peppers a few more kisses onto the bark.
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Rook had only sent a single text to respond to her. Stating he would come for Vil when he was done with his hunt before ignoring her other messages. Even now, as lunch rolled around, there was still no answer from the French man.
"Do you not have anything that's prepacked or frozen to eat, potato?"
Yuu looks up from the kitchen table, glaring at the model searching through her cabinets, "You know, you don't need to be here. You could just go back to Pomefiore and deal with your waking nightmare." She turns back to her phone, ignoring Vil's groan and him slamming the cupboard shut.
"You know I can't. Not until I’m sure Neige is gone anyway…" He sighs, moving to sit beside her at the table, "Well, it's not healthy, but I guess I can afford to skip lunch…"
"..." She huffs, rolling her eyes and standing, "No skipping meals, Regina. How about you let me get you a cheat day snack and we can spend time watching terrible movies?"
Vil raised an eyebrow at her, a single black painted nail tapping at the table as he thought her offer over. Vil didn't take cheat days often, if ever. But…he was probably due for one. While he found her food to be disgustingly overseasoned, Yuu did make efforts to modify her favorites so he'd feel comfortable indulging himself. He clicks his tongue and stands from the table, "I suppose. Nothing too greasy dear, the stress of today is already doing a number on my skin. I'll go pick some movies out."
While Yuu was busy in the kitchen, Vil got to work kicking Grim off of his game system. The cat huffed and yowled, but quickly made his way to the kitchen to beg Yuu for a snack. Once Grim was gone, Vil got to work picking from Yuu's horrid movie choices.
Vil could't blame Yuu for not knowing anything when they first met. As the cover story went, before he spoke to them, Yuu was an extremely sheltered child who hadn't been allowed to interact with society. Their social disconnect and blank references to common knowledge only sold the lie. He remembers talking to Crewel, mildly worried of Yuu's home life and what kind of person would raise such a child.
But now he knew them better and didn't need to hold back his distaste for their movie tastes.
What he wasn't expecting was for them to drag him into these terrible movie-viewing sessions. They were at first just painful, having to sit and watch mid-tier actors do mediocre jobs. Sitting quietly as they flubbed lines or the crew barely performed their duties. 
But at their first viewing session, Vil took notice of Yuu's attitude. They were open on their negative opinions of the films, pointing out the same issues Vil found and even some he missed. Before he knew it, it'd become a biweekly event of picking a terrible movie, new or classic, and ripping it apart together. Sure people could call it 'mean', an A-list movie star tearing into indie films. But they were bad films. And he was free to say whatever he wanted in his private time.
He planned on staying the whole day, so he picked more movies than he'd normally allow for a single session. He hummed a song under his breath as he started to set the TV up, a melody he heard Epel mumbling under his breath over and over. The sound of popcorn popping just barely heard from the kitchen. Soon, Grim returned to the couch, making a point to push against him just to be an annoyance, Yuu following behind him with a tray. A bowl of popcorn with a pitcher and two glasses of juice.
They set the tray down on the coffee table, Vil catching a glimpse before they shut the lights off, “Potato! Why would you make this?”
Yuu sits beside him, also shoving their shoulder into his chest in a mock cuddling position, “Shut up, Mexican- I mean- Xochian popcorn is a perfect cheat day snack! Plus I only used like half the mayo and cheese. It’s basically flavorless, just how you like it.”
Vil glares, taking a single kernel before starting the first movie, “How you’ve survived this long on your diet both amazes and infuriates me.”
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Neige kept close to the walls of the dorm. There weren’t too many people walking around, almost all of them simply minding their own business. One even waved at him as they passed in the hallway. He had to pat himself on the back, his disguise was working perfectly!
His nervous walk had slowly turned into his normal skip, eyes roaming along the walls at the ornate architecture and glamorous frames of art. In his bliss, he nearly skips past what could only be the dorm’s lounge. A large seating room with multiple couches and duos of armchairs scattered on polished marble floors. Off in the corner sat an ebony grand piano overlooking the orchard of apple trees. He inhales deeply, the scent of apples and vanilla filling his lungs, with another deep breath, he can pick hints of other notes. Pinches of a flower he couldn’t name and some type of earthly produce. Neige wondered if the smell was something Vi had created or if the dorms naturally smelled this refined.
The lounge was empty, giving him the pleasure to walk and explore the place as he pleased. He took his time to inspect the couches, taking a photo now and again and wondering if he could purchase a matching loveseat for his side of his dorm room. Throw pillow in hand, he walks over to a pair of curtains, lifting them just to peek behind them. The silk pillow slips from his hands, stunned as he looks at a peacock-themed throne. Vi’s throne, the one he sat on. Neige bites his lip so hard he feared he would draw blood. Looking behind him and seeing no one, he stepped into the hidden cove where the throne sat, closing the curtains behind him and hiding from stray eyes.
He drops to his knees instantly, folding his arms under his cheek as he rests his head on the seat of the throne. It was so cozy…Smelling of fresh linens and a dash of lilacs. Nuzzling into the fabric, Neige lets his mind wander. The idea of being in the same school, the same dorm as his Vi, getting to kneel at his feet and rest his head on his lap. His nails dug into the cushion, breathing picking up as he imagined Vi petting his hair while he hummed to him.
After getting his fill, he stood up, phone raised to take a picture of the throne. A dozen photos later he was back in the dorm hallway, smiling at the growing album of photos he’d have for his digital dream board. He pauses in front of a series of photos lining the wall. He then realized it was the portraits of past house wardens, each of them hand-painted with a neutral, regal expression. Neige smiles, looking over each beautiful face. This dorm was made for Vi, a place where only the beautiful and talented could be allowed. Not only had his fellow actor been accepted but he had conquered. His steps picked up speed wanting to see if Vi had a portrait at the end of the hall.
No museum could compare to the masterpiece before him. The portrait of a younger Vi stared back at him, sitting at a 3/4th view sitting on a chair with his hands placed on his lap. His hair was pulled back, a simple updo with the ombre ends curled on top of his head. The crown Vil normally wore tastefully askew was placed on him properly, it looked so odd but still so perfectly Vi.
He looks down the hall, making sure a group of students had gone around the corner before he looks to the other side. Seeing the coast was clear, he quickly stepped closer to the portrait, leaning down and pressing his lips to the painting's hands, kissing at the smooth ivory fingers. Before he could stop himself his mouth opened, tongue peaking out to lick a quick strip against the surface. It didn’t have a taste past the hint of bitter, he wondered if Vi’s fingers tasted bitter. It would make sense, Vi worked a lot with potions and natural cosmetics, Neige would deal with the bitter taste if he could kiss Vi’s fingers for real…
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"Why are we doing this to ourselves?"
"How does he just forget the name of his sister?"
"Do you hate me? Is that why you've made me a part of this cursed ritual?"
" They haven't spoken for like only a year! How do you just completely forget your sibling like this!? Did they both sustain heavy brain damage!?"
"This is the industry I've dedicated my life to…"
They were only on their second movie, but both Vil and Yuu were ready to bash the TV as a form of self-defense. That or simply weep at how nonsensical the plot was. Vil couldn’t really believe half the movies he had been forced to watch were from the same studios he had worked with. It felt surreal for him to see ex-costars acting in what were possibly the worst films ever conceived. It scared him at times- was that his possible future? Going from box office hits to acting in direct-to-disk spoof movies? 
Though they joked about him being at least better than direct-to-disk, Yuu was firm on stating Vil wouldn’t ever star in a flop. His fanbase was too devout to him not to buy tickets, even if the movie looked bad. With his acting skills alone, he could at least make a flop into a cult classic.
(“I mean look at me. I love watching shitty movies. It’s even better when an A-List celebrity shows up in one. Like, it’s half the fun to figure out why they’re there than following what the plot is.”)
Vil groans at another scene, lying against the couch with his arm resting over his eyes, “By the sevens, they’re related!”
Yuu groans, snatching the bowl of popcorn from Grim, grabbing a handful before offering it to Vil, “This is genuinely annoying. Do you remember what the plot is?”
Sighing, Vil reaches for the pile of Disk boxes, grabbing their current movie before reading the summary. Mid-read he pauses, staring at the back of the box with a blank expression before he tosses it away, grabbing the remote from Yuu’s hands, “We’re starting over.”
Grim groans, having climbed over their laps to place his head firmly back into the popcorn bowl, “Why!? You guys don’t even like these movies!”
“Never thought I’d agree with Grim, but Vil this is painful I want this to end.”
Vil shushes her as he restarts the movie, “No, they’re not siblings; they’re childhood friends.”
“Wait, what?” Yuu looks between Vil and the screen in confusion, “No…We would have caught that! We would have caught that much of a scenario prompt!”
“Well clearly we didn’t, so now we’re restarting the movie with the proper context. Maybe it will actually save the film…”
Yuu groans, sinking into the couch, “This is somehow a new form of torture, I know it is…”
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He was going to be arrested one day, he knew it.
Neige rested his back against the closed door, eyes looking around the room with wide excited eyes. Vi’s room. He was inside Vi’s room. He could die right now and do so with bliss.
He couldn’t tell if he was sad by seeing the room was empty, or relieved he wouldn’t be questioned by his idol and holder of affection. He’s not sure what he would do or say in his disguise under Vi’s critical gaze. Neige feared he’d either crumble and spill the truth the second the blond lifted a perfectly shaped brow, or he’d keep his identity hidden and simply tell Vil everything.
That would absolutely get him arrested though.
But Vi wasn’t in his room, no one but Neige was there to stand and exist in the space. Arms moving to hug his body, trying to hold in the happy bubbles of laughter as his eyes roam around the room. Soon he gathers the courage and pushes off the door to explore. Everything was meticulous, a place for everything and everything in its place. The only oddity was the haphazard way the bed was made. His fingers twitched, wanting to properly make and tuck the covers, he could even fluff Vi’s pillows!
Sighing sadly, he decides against it. No need to make Vi worried about someone weird being in his room without his knowledge…
Instead, he walks around, stopping at the vanity, and allowing himself a single spray of a perfume bottle’s bulb. Fingers ghosting over the color-coded lipsticks in their custom-made container, fighting the urge to use one…Vi wouldn’t notice, right? No…No, he couldn’t. Vi cared so much about his makeup, Neige couldn’t mess with something so precious to his idol.
He walks over to the bright red exercise ball, a smile on his face as he entertains the idea of bouncing on it for a few minutes. Instead, his eyes catch a semi-hidden hamper tucked into the corner. Was…oh by the seven. Was that Vi’s dirty clothes hamper?
Neige stood frozen, nails picking at his cuticles and threatening to break the skin (Don’t bleed here, do NOT bleed here). He looks from the corner of his eye, a bead of sweat threatening to slide down his face. The door was closed, he was all alone in the room with no way of telling when Vi would come back. He bites his lip, stepping closer to the basket as a smile breaks across his reddening face. He could…just for a little while…
Before he knew what came over himself, Neige had his head buried in the hamper, inhaling deep with gasping breaths. Hands braced so tightly on the edges he feared he’d actually break the material under his grip. He pulls his head out, tilting it back with a wide smile on his face as he pants, a manic laugh bubbles out of his lips.
Crunch
Neige freezes, eyes dropping back to the hamper in fear he actually snapped something. The sound happens again, from the door-
He nearly falls from how fast he turned, looking to the open door to see a boy with soft purple hair standing there. He had a nonchalant look on his face, one hand inside an oversized black hoodie with the words ‘TRACK’ printed across the front and the other holding a bright red apple with a few bites taken out of it. Blue eyes met blue and Neige had the brains to try to start an apology. Something to gain enough goodwill to explain…what he was doing, “U-um-” Oh sevens, Neige knew this boy. This was one of Vi’s friends from the VDC! He’d tell!
Epel just shakes his head slowly, his hand reaching out of his hoodie to grab the door handle, “Don’t even wanna know... Whatever the two of y’all are doing, just keep the damn door closed.”
And like that, he was gone. The door closed behind him and it was almost possible to imagine he was never even there. Neige let out a heavy sigh and felt his entire body relax, Epel didn’t seem to recognize him. He was also painfully uncaring of seeing who could only be a stranger in his dorm leader’s room huffing his dirty laundry. Well at least he left…the two…
His heart rate picks up again once he realized what Epel had said. He only needed to turn his head in a quarter turn before he saw who else Epel was talking about. There on the bed, like he was always meant to be there, was Rook Hunt. He sat on the messily made bed in a dull purple and grey plaid flannel, dark grey pants with a strap around one thigh, and mud-stained boots. Short locks managed to be pulled into a small, tight ponytail. One hand resting against his propped-up arm and the other holding an arrow delicately, a bow slung over his shoulder. Neige couldn’t even shake, he felt his blood freeze as he looked in bright green eyes.
Rook tilts his head as he taps the arrow against his crossed leg, “Don’t mind me Roi de Neige. You’ve truly been a lovely hunt for me all day~.”
For a split second, Neige let his eyes dart to the closed door then to the window before snapping back to Rook, “I-I was just-!”
“Shhhh.” Rook stands from the bed, walking closer and Neige realizes with terror the strap around his thigh was holding a knife. The blonde leans down to softly tap the tip of the arrow to Neige’s nose, “Run.”
“W-wha-?”
“Run.”
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It was dark when Vil woke up, humming at feeling a heavy hand shaking his shoulder lightly. Blinking awake he sees Rook standing over him with a calm smile, his ponytail just barely contained by an elastic band, “Mon roi, It’s getting late. We should get you some dinner and then a proper bed.”
Vil sits up, stretching his arms and looking around the room. Next to him was Yuu, slumped against his side and sleeping peacefully, the bowl of popcorn knocked to the ground with a few kernels on the carpet. He clicked his tongue softly, did he have time to clean that up?
Rook didn’t give him the chance to choose, pulling him from the couch and steadying his still sleepy body easily. Once Vil was stable, Rook moved to place Yuu into a more comfortable position. Vil stifles a yawn, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and resting it over them. He smoothes down their hair, smiling when Rook puts an also sleeping Grim closer to the prefect, both softly cooing seeing the first year instantly grip the cat monster closer.
“Alright, back to the dorm, Rook.”
“Oui!”
Vil barely hisses a ‘shh’ before shoving Rook into the hallway, slipping out after locking the front door behind them. Walking back, Vil huffs and runs his hands through his hair, pulling it free from his ponytail, “So…Did you have a nice day?” He really hoped he didn’t.
“Oui! It was so wonderful. I got to shadow mon Roi de Neige all day! Such a thrilling hunt to remain outside of his eyes until I chose to pounce. It’s why I was so late retrieving you mon Roi”
Son of a- “Great, so happy your day was so fun Rook-”
Vil stumbles, feeling Rook suddenly pressed right against him with an arm wrapping around his waist. A teasing smile on his lips as a hand reaches up to tug at an edge of the yellow hoodie he was wearing.
“It has only become more magnifique seeing you’re fond of my old Savanaclaw hoodie mon chou~. I had always feared you simply threw it out! But to know you kept and made it your own has filled me with such joy!”
“...” Vil sighs, looking away from Rook, ignoring the laugh he lets out, no doubt seeing the soft blush on his cheeks, “It was all I had on short notice…”
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indzae-mayumi · 1 month ago
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Forgetting Michael Kaiser
(Kaiser x Ness fanfic. "Blue Lock" is by Kaneshiro Muneyuki, and illustrated by Nomura Yusuke)
(I am making this mature rating again because of Kaiser's violence.)
"I love you, Michael."
Ness declared with all his damn, obsessed heart. Yet, there was so much sincerity in his eyes and in his words, and all he ever wanted was to be with Kaiser and wish for some bit of affection from the German blonde.
"I don't," Kaiser nonchalantly replied.
"I know," Ness said, bowing his head. "I always knew you never will."
Kaiser snickered mockingly at him. "If you know, why do you take so much effort to confess? You're wasting your time and my time."
Ness did not reply. He could not tell the love of his life that he was dying to confess just to let the other know. Kaiser pulled Ness by his hair and brought his face closer enough to the midfielder's, and Ness with his twisted mind wished that even though Kaiser was angry at him, he would give him a soft kiss. Kaiser looked at Ness with a menacing squint before licking his lips. He enjoyed the anxious and terrified look on Ness' eyes.
"You think you could move me? Huh? Do you think your love could change me?" he mocked him. "What even is romantic love but some bull**** in the movies?"
There was an obvious hint of fear on Ness' eyes, and Kaiser was living for it.
"I'm sorry for feeling this way for you, Michael."
"Sorry? Huh! You're always doing things I hate. So sick of having you around. So sick of you doing all the wrong things and apologizing all over again. Makes me want to crush you."
Then, he pushed Ness' head violently as he released the hair of the latter. Then, he finished it off with a slap on Ness' cheek before dismissing him.
Ness went out of the room, holding his cheek. He loved it that Kaiser gave him some attention even though he was being humiliated. He still loved the way that Kaiser held him despite breaking his heart. His thoughts were filled with it as he entered the bedroom he shared with some of the Bastard Munchen regular members.
****
"What the?" Raichi exclaimed in worried surprise during one of their practices.
Ness coughed gently, but after cupping his mouth, he found light blue rose petals on his palm. That was why Raichi was startled.
"Hoy, are you... we know you are a lovesick fool, but do you have hanahaki disease?"
Only Raichi and Kurona noticed this, with the silent shark boy not saying anything. From the sidelines, Noa was barking at the three of them to get back to the position. And when Ness looked at Kaiser, the ace was looking at him with an impatient stare.
"Get back to your position, you stupid midfielder," Kaiser screamed at Ness.
"Who you calling stupid, huh???" Raichi shouted back as if insulted, for he was a midfielder too. And until now, he still shouted and growled.
"Not you, defensive midfielder," Kaiser shot back. "Who do you think I am working most closely with? It's definitely not you! Come here, Ness!"
Ness ran back to Kaiser, but when he stopped in front of the ace, he dropped his hands on his knees as he bent forward. He was catching his breath, like he had ran a marathon.
"Hey, we haven't even played for the full half of a game," Kaiser said impatiently. "What's wrong with you?"
But Ness held on hand on his chest. "I can't breathe."
Despite the haggard look on Ness' face, Kaiser did not get what he actually meant. He thought Ness was just playing around and taking him for a fool.
"You what?" Kaiser said in a deadpan expression before rolling his eyeballs. "Are you f*cking kidding me?"
But Ness started to cough again. This time, the cough was so violent that Noa had to stand up to run in the middle of the field.
"Alexis, are you okay?" it was seldom that Noa displayed some bit of emotion on his face.
But Kaiser turned pale the moment Ness pulled out his hand from his mouth. From the midfielder's hand dropped lots of blue rose petals, with one rose petal still hanging from his mouth. He immediately stepped forward and pull out the petal from Ness' mouth. So shook was he that he dropped the petal and put his hand on the midfielder's shoulder. He was so taken aback, but Ness did not get it since he was not feeling well, his mind preoccupied with his own pain.
"Alexis... let's go to the hospital now," Kaiser said, his voice shaking. He did not realize his own hands were shaking on Ness' shoulders too.
"No... I'd just get some rest," he said in a half-whisper.
"No, let's get you to the hospital," Noel Noa ordered. "Michael and I will be with you there."
Ness did not answer back. He'd just take orders from the master striker.
"The rest of you, continue our practice," Noa said. Then, he called another Bastard regular to oversee the practice.
****
In the doctor's clinic, the doctor was busy examining Ness. Noa brought along a spare AI-translating earpiece from Mikage Corp so that Ness and the doctor could talk, and so that he could ask questions should his member be unable to speak at all. The master striker side eyed Kaiser, who looked anxious as he sat beside him.
The Bastard Munchen ace was massaging his fingers and knuckles, not realizing he was doing it out of fear and anxiety. Kaiser probably looked like that when he was young, but he was showing some signs of weakness just because his midfielder was sick. Noa knitted his eyebrows, knowing that the ace rarely displayed signs of weakness, worry, or anything related to it. The ace was the real bastard in Bastard Munchen, bullying everyone and enjoying the negative reaction of the people to his malice.
The one who willingly received that malice the most was now being interrogated by the doctor, looking pale and sometimes incoherently answering the questions. And sometimes, catching his breath. And it looked like Kaiser's malicious curse was making his own wishes against the midfielder come true. He would have to confront the ace later.
"Michael, get out of the office and just stay by the door," Noa ordered him in a low voice that only the two of them could hear.
Much as Kaiser hated Noa, he obeyed. He went out of the doctor's office, closed the door, and paced uneasily.
Ness' obsession and possessiveness irritated Kaiser much as he enjoyed it because the former would give in to his whims and humiliations without question. But the thought of Ness dying because of him made him feel things he thought he never could.
Guilt?
It was the truth that he did not love Ness. But he did not know Ness would suffer hanahaki disease because of him. He could not reciprocate Ness' sick love the way Ness responded blindly and meekly to his insults and assault. And yet, he did not want Ness to die.
"Please Ness.... Please live for me," he begged in his thoughts as he let some tears fall down his eyes.
****
Ness went back with Kaiser and Noa to the Blue Lock facility, this time, with medication worth seven days. The rest of the BM members waited with anxiety as to how the dynamics between Ness and Kaiser would turn out after Ness was officially diagnosed with hanahaki disease.
The medicine given was the usual one given to someone just to curb the symptoms. In fact, Isagi knew that because months before he entered Blue Lock, he was given such medicine. He had been diagnosed with it too when he had a hopeless crush on a classmate. The girl he liked did not like him back, but after taking the medicine for a specific duration (his was 14 days), he later felt that he slowly lost interest at his crush because the girl was very selfish and would not share her notes to her classmates. Especially, the girl never gave him Math tips, and Isagi was bad with Math. And at that time, his team was preparing for the prefectural games. His mind got busy too, filled with the desire to win the prefectural games to compete at the Interhigh.
He tried to reason out to Ness why the medicine was necessary, but the German midfielder, who still hated Isagi's guts, told him to shut up with a sarcastic smile. Many of the German players asked him what he would do should the feelings linger, but he would only smile at them cryptically without saying anything.
****
During a practice the next day, Kaiser went to Ness, asking him if he was all right. Ness could see something he had not seen in Kaiser's eyes before.
"Don't worry about me, Michael," Ness lied to him to appease him. "Your servant will be fine and will still do your bidding."
"No... that's not what I meant," Kaiser said. "Did you take your medication already? Did you take it at the right time the doctor told you? Have you taken it before breakfast?"
The concern melted Ness' heart. Will Kaiser finally reciprocate his feelings? Or, he knew the emperor would still never, yet he found satisfaction in having Kaiser give him attention.
"It's new that you're this worried for me, Michael," Ness should. "I should bask on it while I still can."
The comment irritated Kaiser.
"So clingy," he thought. "How creepy could you get, Alexis?"
He wanted to slap Ness again, but the thought of his midfielder dying because of him had him close his fist and getting it back to his side. He heaved a sigh and told Ness to just pass to him, like he always had. Ness could see his condition was bothering Kaiser, and he lived for it.
That, and Noa's convo with him the night before had Kaiser very worried. He should not be, he thought. He was a selfish guy.
"The interaction between you two never fail to catch my attention, and yet, I keep silent about it because both of you produce the results that I want," Noa said to Kaiser with his usual stoic expression. "But I cannot help but think if Alexis' diagnosis will affect your rhythm with him in the field."
Kaiser looked at his mentor with disdain.
The master striker continued, "The other members of the team, excluding the Japanese ones as they're new, had been telling me things I know should have make me make a move sooner. I know the bullying you do to the other members, and Alexis' fight with them whenever you are involved."
"And so?" Kaiser shot back, left eyebrow arching high in defiance.
"Have you thought Alexis should have been better off dead than obsessively cling to you?" Noa finally asked.
The question stunned Kaiser. He had thought of death too many times, and though Ness was a menace to him, he never thought of wishing his teammate die.
"N...no! Not in my wildest dreams. Heck no!" Kaiser shot back, anger and fear rising up from his chest. "But I wish he should just stop being so obsessed with me."
"You are a deranged pair," Noa said dryly. "Alexis loves your bullying because he likes you, and you like to bully him because he doesn't retaliate. Maybe I should have everyone of you, including myself, scheduled for psychiatric exams."
With that, Kaiser got irate, "Are you insinuating we are sick in the head?"
"With the pressures the world is giving you all, maybe we all are sick in the head one way or another. I might need one, the Japanese students might need one. But you and Ness definitely need one. Don't argue with me."
****
Yet, the medicine could only get him that far. After seven days, the cough never left, and Ness started to cough out more petals again. The practice that afternoon was utterly exhausting, and Kaiser was doing his best not to snap at his midfielder. He asked in exasperation if the medicine was really working, but Ness lied again, telling him that it did, only that, he needed the chemicals time to work in his body.
Kunigami, who had been silent the whole time since Ness started coughing up petals, coldly gave a piece of advice that had Ness change into someone he usually wasn't--at least at him.
"I could barely stand your sick displays of affection. Get that damn surgery and stop pulling Bastard Munchen down."
The Japanese members gaped. Hot-headed Raichi was not able to say a thing. Yeah, sure, during their Team Z days, he and Kunigami butted heads often, and though he was Mr. Nice Guy, Kunigami blurted out swear words too. But he was never this rude, and Raichi still could not get used to edge lord Kunigami. Over-confident Yukimiya thought that Kunigami had stepped on the line he should not have. Isagi thought that Kunigami's rudeness was just something that he and his friends (especially Chigiri) could forgive, but oh damn, he had said something to one of the pillars of the team. Kiyora, Hiori, Igaguri, Neru, and Kurona were left speechless when they heard Kunigami say it. The German members also were stunned. The field suddenly got so silent you could hear the sound of a needle dropped on the floor.
Except that that said needle was Gagamaru's "Oh."
Ness turned slowly yet angrily at the ginger-haired muscle freak.
"Say that again, Noel Noa Clone," he ordered, ready to brawl.
"Do I need to drill it into your empty brain?" Kunigami came back with a deadpan expression.
And Ness flipped. He knew what that surgery mean. He'd rather die and see Kaiser suffer and have his attention for once, than forget all his feelings and memories for the ace. He rushed towards the more muscular guy and started a fight. He punched Kunigami, but the more muscular member just slapped his fist away. Soon, the BM members, both the Japanese members and the German members crowded to pull them apart.
Noa, who had a whistle with him the whole time, whistled indignantly at them before running towards the middle of the field. He berated Ness and Kunigami, and punished them in front of the team.
Bodies angled like the ladder, heads and toes on the field, hands at the back. Noa punished Kunigami and Ness in that position for fifteen minutes. The other members murmured among themselves, but Noa barked at them and had the two substituted for the practice.
"Jin Kiyora," the master striker called out the Blue Lock member. "Pass to Michael for now."
Kiyora nodded obediently and indifferently before running towards the position that Ness usually occupied in the field. From where he was situated, Ness looked at Kiyora jealously. He vowed that the Japanese guy should have a taste of his fist later. In his jealousy, he could not keep up with the punishment and ended up falling to the ground, coughing more petals again. And again, Noa ran back towards his team members and assisted Ness, still with his stoic face. He sighed in resignation and told Kunigami to stand up too. The punishment did not even take five minutes, but he had both of them benched.
And from the bench, Ness kept on coughing more petals. As he looked at Kaiser, the ace seemed to have a very worried look on his face, yet he did not attempt to go to his midfielder. Instead, he stood in place and was hit on the face by the ball that Kiyora passed to him.
****
After the practice, Kaiser thought he should punch Kiyora on the face, but he could deal with the Blue Locker some other time. Ness was more important to him right now. While Kunigami got back in the practice a little later, Ness was still benched. But before he was able to approach Ness, he saw Grim telling him something before moving away with the squad. The rest of the BM members left the field, Noa included. The master striker thought that Ness and Kaiser should have a little moment to themselves.
"That Shakespeare telling you verses again?" Kaiser nonchalantly asked Ness.
Ness looked up to him, his eyes shaking, his lips shuddering. Grim must have told Ness some things for him to be reacting this way.
"Rensuke was right," Ness finally said. "I should get that surgery."
A part of Kaiser was relieved. Getting that surgery would mean that Ness' obsession with him would be gone. But a part of him was worried because he secretly lived for Ness drooling over him, with that sick devotion that only that midfielder was willing to give.
"Benedict told me the same thing that Noa Clone told me earlier, and all the other German Bastards thought the same way for days already," Ness said.
Kaiser sat beside Ness. It was probably the first time he feared that Ness would leave him. He was used to dismissing Ness, only to beckon him whenever he wanted. He was used to getting his ways. But Ness leaving him on his own volition? Kaiser realized he feared someone dear to him would leave him. He hated being alone.
"Shall I go to the hospital with you?" Kaiser offered. "I'll take care of you throughout the whole hospital stay."
Ness sobbed. It would probably be the first and the last time that Kaiser would reciprocate, at least, like this.
****
Indeed, Ness underwent the surgery. Ego allowed Kaiser and Noa to exit the Blue Lock premises to accompany Ness to the hospital of Ego's choice. (After all, despite them being soccer rivals, Ego wanted the best hospital for his recruits, and most especially because the world's greatest striker is in Japan).
As Kaiser paced outside the operating room complex, his thoughts went back to that incident last night when Noa left them together inside Ness' VIP hospital room (which Ego gladly asked for from the hospital mainly because of Noel Noa, and because the staff of the hospital themselves were addicted to the soccer games livestreamed over BLTV).
Sure, he and Ness needed and wanted each other for their own gains. Ness was an emotional being who did things emotionally for him, while he was a selfish guy who did away with using Ness without feelings at all. And their toxic relationship went on even outside the soccer field, and many times, into the bedroom. Kaiser enjoyed Ness' deep feral kisses even though his feelings were just casual. He loved the way Ness fvcked him even if it was all just pure bodily pleasures and lust for him. He also loved the way Ness sounded with his disgusting yet delicious needy moans whenever it was he who took the lead.
But last night, when Ness kissed him, he could feel the desperation to have him feel the love of the other despite him not falling in love with Ness. But he could feel the tears running down Ness' cheeks as they kissed. Ness kissed him like this for the last time. It felt like the midfielder was kissing him goodbye. And he knew that Ness will no longer kiss him like this after the surgery. Ness might not kiss him anymore. If he did, it will feel like the kisses he had with his flings. It will no longer hold the irritating emotions that Kaiser so wanted to get away with.
Noa and Kaiser were alarmed when a staff went out of the operating room door. They thought something must have happened to Ness, though Noa had to console Kaiser and tell him that it was not only Ness who was operated on that morning, for they saw two more patients being wheeled in earlier that day.
But said staff came back later with a blood cooler. Kaiser looked at the master striker with a look of horror on his face, but the master striker kept a stoic face.
A few minutes after the staff entered the operating room complex with the blood cooler, a doctor came out of the door. Noa and Kaiser were anxious, thinking that the operation was not successful.
"Congratulations," the surgeon greeted them. "The operation went very well."
The surgeon explained that they had extracted the shrub that had started to grow inside the lungs, and had to take out the roots and some of the flowers already lodging inside the heart. He explained that there was not much blood loss during the surgery. The patient would be wheeled to the room once stabilized, he told them.
Noa and Kaiser heaved a sigh. Once the doctor left, Noa remarked to no one in particular that the blood that the staff took inside the complex was, thankfully, not for Ness.
A part of Kaiser was at ease, knowing that along with the branches, roots, thorns, leaves, and flowers, Ness' destructive passion towards him had been taken out. But he wondered if Ness would still talk to him like the old Ness that he knew.
****
Ness slept the whole night once he was wheeled inside his hospital room. When he woke up, he blinked until his vision got accustomed to the sunlight outside the window. As he turned his head towards his right, he found Kaiser coming towards him. The ace looked like he was sleeping lightly to wake up in case he had woken up. Kaiser sat on the chair near the bedside and held Ness by the hand. Ness saw some kind of hope flashing in the ace's eyes, though he clearly remembered he never showed this side of him.
"Are you okay now Ness? Is something painful?"
Ness blinked. He realized that Kaiser's voice did not sound so appealing to him anymore. He remembered adoring Kaiser's handsome features, but to him now, he just looked like the kind of handsome that he would pass by on the streets. The surgery... must have worked.
"My chest feels tight," Ness croaked, speaking for the first time since the operation. "I guess it must have been the wound from the operation."
Kaiser realized that the midfielder's operation must have been successful because instead of the latter lovingly asking the ace if he had eaten or slept well, Ness simple asked when he would be allowed to eat. On top of that, Kaiser realized that Ness did not make any effort to move his hand (which Kaiser still held) to intertwine with the ace's. The ace suddenly felt the coldness of the midfielder, and he longed for the annoying touch of the latter.
A part of him was glad that Ness was no longer clingy. A part of him missed the attention the midfielder gave him before. And it was evident that Ness did not care anymore because the midfielder asked for his phone, and when he had it, started scrolling over his social media feeds instead of talking with Kaiser.
"Do you need anything else?" Kaiser asked.
"I'm good."
"Uhm, Noa said he'll come by this morning," Kaiser said, trying to make a conversation with him. "He'll probably let any of the guys lead practices today."
"Hmm," Ness said without looking at him, his eyes still pinned to his phone.
Short-tempered Kaiser slapped the phone from Ness' hand and held him harshly on his chin, making the midfielder look at him. The phone, fortunately, just landed beside Ness. He was angry because Ness did not give him his full attention. Kaiser looked at Ness in the eye, and for the first time, all he saw was not the humiliated or the fearful look on Ness whenever the former was angry. It was defiance. For the first time, Ness defied his emperor. Kaiser's look changed from anger into that of confusion, so he gently removed his hand from Ness' chin. And for the first time, he said something he would have never said to Ness.
"I'm... I'm sorry," he stuttered before retreating to the sofa by the window.
Ness only knitted his eyebrows before getting his phone. And also, for the first time, Ness spoke to him very indifferently.
"How bold of you to hold me harshly on my chin like that, Michael," Ness said as he continued scrolling from where he thought he had left off. "I just woke up from surgery."
Kaiser bit his tongue in anger and frustration. He wanted to lash out at Ness, but maybe he also got what he wished for. The Ness who once was all over him was gone. The Ness in front of him acted like how the other Bastard Munchen players acted around him.
"For someone who just woke up from surgery, you have the energy to look at your phone," Kaiser told Ness sarcastically... in his mind. "How vigorous."
And suddenly, he felt that Ness was so far away even though they both were so near.
****
Because Ness was young and healthy, he recuperated fast, to the delight of the surgeon. His surgical wound was clean, and he showed no signs of infection either. The nurses also liked him because he was cooperative.
As for Noa, he was very well pleased that Kaiser was taking good care of Ness the way Ness used to take good care of Kaiser. He noted that the surgery went well because Ness was no longer clingy, though he noted the wistfulness in Kaiser's eyes.
He knew very well that Kaiser hated showing signs of weakness, but even though the ace did not say anything, it was evident that now, it was Kaiser pining for Ness.
"What a plot twist," Noa thought to himself.
****
On the night before Ness was to be discharged, Kaiser was massaging Ness' hands. Ness looked at their hands together and let out a cryptic smile.
"What's with that smile?" Kaiser asked.
Ness took a moment to think before he replied, "You touching my hand feels so familiar and yet so foreign."
"And why is that?"
"I know you hold my hand many times before, even if you were holding it tenderly or if you hold my hand to hurt me. I know you had always been bullying me," Ness told him. "I know it, but I also know that I once had feelings for you. It's just now that I can't remember how it felt those times. I know the surgery took out my feelings along with the flowers. If letting go is supposed to be gradual, then mine feels like it isn't. The feeling of pining over you is removed so suddenly, my heart forgot how it even feels. You know? It's like, my mind remembers everything, but my heart doesn't."
"Do you mean that it feels like a piece of you is suddenly taken away?"
"Yes."
Kaiser stopped massaging Ness' hands. He suddenly felt nostalgic, and much as he hated to admit it because he saw it as a sign of weakness, but he could not help feeling that way. He never knew what tenderness was, and yet he longed for the needy (yet creepy) affection and attention that Ness once gave him. He might not have wanted all those affection, but all those years of Ness giving himself to him must have filled his empty heart to the brim. He looked at his midfielder in the eyes, and with the sincerity that he tried so hard to put on, he asked.
"Do you still love me, Alexis?"
And Ness answered swiftly, nonchalantly. "I don't love you anymore, Michael."
Ness could see the look of pain and longing in Kaiser's eyes, and he knew right there that the tables had turned. He knew that this was the kind of affection his old self would have wanted from the ace, but because of the surgery, he did not understand why he was so in love with a manipulative guy in the first place.
Kaiser smiled wistfully and only replied in a half-whisper, "Okay."
Ness did not interrupt Kaiser who continued massaging his hands. And he did not take out his hand from the ace to wipe away the tears rolling from Kaiser's cheeks.
Ness sighed. He saw Kaiser throwing his frustration and anger at him. He saw Kaiser smile at him with disdain, or whatever malicious intent the ace could dish out for his own satisfaction. But it was the first time he saw the ace crying over him.
Yes. Michael Kaiser was crying over Alexis Ness.
And yet, Ness felt nothing. He could not understand why Kaiser would shed tears for him. Maybe out of guilt? Or maybe more.
"The old me would have loved the tears you shed tonight, Michael," Ness said to himself. "The new me cannot comprehend that."
****
Finally, Ness was able to return to Blue Lock, but he was not allowed to play for a time. And so, it meant that Kiyora would have to take his place.
During a practice session with the team, Ness watched how Kaiser treated Kiyora. He realized that before, he would put up with any abuses that Kaiser did to him. But Kiyora was different. He did not fight back, but every time Kaiser would flare up, the Japanese guy would just shrug his shoulders and cross his arms in a bored manner, as if defying the ace. Kiyora was seriously so cool and chill, yet he knew when to put Kaiser in his place. If it had been Raichi, Kaiser would already have a dislocated jaw, but it would earn Raichi a "red card" even in practice. But Kiyora chose to ignore Kaiser and waited for the ace to end his temper tantrums. He also saw that other wavy-haired guy with glasses, whatsisnameagain(?), giving Kiyora a high-five.
It began to hit Ness that before Blue Lock, the Germans were playing as a team, but playing around Kaiser. With the Blue Lock system in place where the Japanese were trying to outbid each other for the national team, Bastard Munchen had become a chaotic team where factions had emerged. His old self did not like it because he was extremely loyal towards Kaiser, but his new self saw it was probably a good way to challenge the status quo. And it all started with the guy he used to hate the most--Isagi Yoichi.
Many nights later, Kaiser went to the soccer field inside the German stratum to practice by himself. His was not really here to upgrade his skill but to get Ness out of his mind. Just this day, Ness was allowed to play, and he took his usual place, while Kiyora moved back to left back in the opposing team during practice. But when Ness made a mistake, Kaiser strutted towards his midfielder and scolded him to bits. But Ness only looked at him nonchalantly like the way Kiyora did and apologized in the same manner. In Kaiser's anger, he was about to pull Ness by the hair. But the midfielder slapped his hand away to the shock of everyone in the field. The old Ness was one who took such abuse, but the new Ness fought back and put the emperor in his place. Kaiser saw a different look in Ness' eyes and went back to his post, defeated.
"Ugh, dammit!" Kaiser cursed as he kicked the ball mercilessly.
The ball hit the goal post and bounced back, but it was kicked lightly by someone who just came in.
"Benedict?" Kaiser asked. He did not expect the resident poet to come join him tonight.
"It is of my impression that the demeanor that Alexis displayed earlier was not to your liking," Grim remarked in his usual theatric manner.
"Quit talking like that, will you? It's disgusting," Kaiser said in exasperation.
"But the despaired look in your eyes tonight is like that of a hopeless sinner looking for salvation," the poetic midfielder replied, brushing off the remark Kaiser gave earlier. "What better way than to lay bare your heart and what pain is gnawing away your soul, oh, so disgustingly slow?"
Kaiser huffed in anger, "Isn't it obvious? Alexis does not obey me anymore! You can see how he disregarded my authority earlier in the field."
Grim only looked at him nonchalantly, and Kaiser hated it. Why is everybody looking at him that way, the pathetic a**holes that they are? Is Kunigami Rensuke's poker face infecting them as well? Kaiser hated showing his weakness, but his voice gave away when he talked about Ness again.
"Alexis did not come to my room to wake me up anymore. He does not eat with me anymore. Can you see how he prefers to eat alone instead of eating with me? Or with you guys? He does not respond to my texts anymore. What's up with that? And now, he... he does not worship me like he used to."
"Oh, but to be in such a difficult situation is difficult indeed!" Grim remarked. "You should have been careful with your wish, and now, your dutiful servant flees from your sadistic grasps. But without that surgery, and especially without you offering back the love Alexis so desired from you, he would leave this world and you with feelings unresolved such that you might not get over it even after forever."
Kaiser understood what Grim meant, but the latter should really stop talking like he came out of a literature book.
"Does that mean he does not want me anymore?"
"If I shall say it this way, with the incision closed, the chapter of Alexis and his harbored feelings of love for you have closed as well. Though there were also rumors that my inquisitive ear had caught that sometimes, those feelings still linger, unbeknownst to the one who used to pine and love, and might return if the feelings of love is strong."
A ray of hope lit up Kaiser's face, "Does... does that mean that if it happens, Alexis will love me again?"
Grim looked at him in astonishment. "If rumors are true, then, yes. Those feelings of love might return. But I may ask, what's with this.... sudden flash of anticipation on your fair face? Might you want to deal with him unfairly again, subjecting your dear midfielder to your painful ways?"
Kaiser shook his head. He'd rather die than admit it, but he had to admit it anyway. After all, Grim told him to tell his concerns.
"I think.... I have fallen in love with Alexis," Kaiser confessed.
A knowing smile lit up Grim's face before he replied, "With sincere words, be convincing such that his steps will lead him back to you."
And Grim kicked the ball back to Kaiser and left. The talk with Grim gave Kaiser an inspiration. He had to talk to Ness.
(fanfic writer's note: It's easier for me to write in Aryu's speech than it is to write in Grim's.)
****
Kaiser succeeded in having Ness' roommates agree to have him and the midfielder have a moment the next night. Ness wondered why Ali, Gesner, and Sachs left the room altogether. And a few minutes later, Kaiser entered the room without knocking. Ness immediately sat up, eyebrows knitting, wondering what Kaiser wanted from him after giving him the cold shoulder.
"It's funny how you're now chasing me when I used to chase you," came Ness' mocking remark when Kaiser sat on Ali's bed in front of Ness.
"I know," Kaiser said. "It's why I am here to talk... with...to you."
Kaiser really did not know what a faithful love feels like, having not experienced it in childhood. All he knew in his teens was flirting with people and using his charms and his looks to feed his lust. That was it. But being all butterflies and feeling clammy like this? He thought it was probably the first time he felt something like this. And with Ness being difficult, hard-to-get, and running away from him, he felt like Ness was worth chasing.
Kaiser looked at Ness, who looked back at him. Their gaze for each other never left as the ace stood to sit beside Ness on his bed. Ness could see the blush on Kaiser's cheeks, and it was probably the first time that he saw the ace with such blushes, shuddering lips, and uncertainty on his face. Kaiser raised his hand and gently cupped Ness' cheek. To his surprise, Ness instinctively closed his eyes, whimpered, and leaned tenderly on Kaiser's palm. Kaiser's insides warmed up to see this happening.
Grim was right. There were instances indeed wherein feelings come back after surgery because the love was too strong.
Kaiser blushed even more when Ness' eyelids fluttered slowly, and his round doe eyes looking at him with that kind of adoration and affection the midfielder once had for him.
"Can I kiss you?" Kaiser asked in a voice that is more audible than a whisper.
"Yes, please," Ness whispered.
Kaiser leaned forward and planted a kiss on Ness' lips. The midfielder wrapped his arms around the ace, bringing the two of them closer. And Kaiser once again felt those tears on Ness' cheeks, like the night when they kissed before Ness' surgery.
And yet, unlike the lecherous kisses they mostly shared, this one was the most chaste and the most sincere that Kaiser offered to his dear midfielder. After the kiss, the two of them leaned back to look at each other in the eyes.
"I... I don't care if you don't love me anymore... But I love you," Kaiser confessed.
Ness' eyes hinted of confusion, "W... what?"
Kaiser looked at him sincerely, the hint of malice not in his eyes, "It's true. When you started avoiding me, it's me who's starting to hold this hopeless feeling towards you."
"What did you do to me, Michael? I... I thought I had forgotten about it."
This time, it was Ness who leaned forward and kissed Kaiser like how he kissed him before. With all the love and affection that he could give. After the kiss, Kaiser leaned on to Ness' forehead and held him tenderly.
"Is it all right with you to stay with me... in my room tonight?" he asked.
Ness knew. His mind knew. And his heart learned once again. Kaiser had never asked him for permission before. The surgery indeed had changed him and his dear Michael Kaiser. The feelings Ness knew his heart had forgotten had once again crept back. But instead of the intense feelings of craving and possessiveness that haunted him before, the feelings he had were a tad milder.
"Yes," he whispered back.
The two of them left the BM regulars' room to go to Kaiser's bedroom. And instead of engaging in their usual sensual affairs, the two of them just lay on bed, cuddling. Kaiser took the dominant role and wrapped his arms around Ness, who "obediently" yet cautiously snuggled close. Their after-sex pre-surgery consisted of endings like this, with Kaiser cuddling his midfielder but without those warm feelings. Ness knew that his past self had always yearned for cuddles like this with the feelings associated with it, but Kaiser only gave it to him like this after the midfielder lost all feelings for the ace.
"It's him chasing me now," Ness thought. "I always knew Kaiser loves the chase and would love going through difficulty for something that he wants. I guess I was just too easy back then. Makes him want to bully me because I just swallow everything. And now that I lost my feelings for him after the surgery, it's him going after me with the intent of having me look back at him."
The thought of a love-recipient reciprocating his love (and in turn, felt like sweet revenge if Ness' old heart could feel it) made Ness warm inside. He did not know what Kaiser did to him. He knew the surgery removed everything about his beloved, but somehow, he was still led back to his emperor, who looked at him in a new light.
****
"Hoy, hoy!" Yukimiya told Hiori and Kurona when he and Isagi entered their shared four-man bedroom excitedly in haste. "Isagi and I saw Kaiser and Ness going out of Ness' bedroom, and they're holding hands!"
"Huh, I wonder if Kaiser will bully him again," Hiori replied. "Makes me worried."
"Uh... they look sweet," Isagi replied. "Something must have happened."
"Oh, that's cute cute!" Kurona remarked.
"I still can't help but worry," wise Hiori said. "There are instances of feelings coming back after surgery, but I just hope Kaiser-san won't fall back to his old habits. Much as I am not fond of Ness-san, I still worry he would allow his master to bully him once again."
"Mm, we hope not," Isagi said knowingly. "It's just weird that Kaiser looked at Ness with fondness."
"I agree," Yukimiya said, nodding his head. "Isagi and I definitely saw that."
"We'll see about that tomorrow. Hai, hai," Kurona told them with a cautious smile to hide his sharp teeth.
Isagi just smiled. Maybe nothing will change regarding the dynamics within Bastard Munchen. Maybe Kaiser will still hate him like he was about to take his life. But as for Ness and Kaiser, the Japanese forward sure was hoping that things will not be rocky between the two Germans. He hoped that by this time, Kaiser had learned his lesson and would treat Ness right.
--end--
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shadowqueenjude · 6 months ago
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More Azriel-Beron for @hieragalbatorixdottir
With the strange powers Azriel possessed, he was able to travel where even High Lords could not. Hence, he agreed to do this one last task. One last atrocity in exchange for his freedom.
The woman, Nora Barranach, wasn’t difficult to spot. Azriel did not know what the Day Court heir looked like, but Nora stood alone amongst her Spring Court peers with her darker complexion and her hair braided into a crown embedded with red roses. She was draped in green and pink silks that were probably worth more than his house. She held herself in a way that left no one in doubt that she was the High Lord’s daughter. Head up so high it almost seemed like she was looking up at something. One elegant hand on her hip, which she had jutted out to the side. The slightest of smirks that never left her face no matter what the people around her said or did. The center of attention, and for good reason.
The girl with two fathers and two High Lord bloodlines running through her veins. Likely trained in combat, probably by Tamlin himself. He might be able to defeat her in battle, but it was difficult to say. It was best to catch her by surprise.
But how would he ever do that when she appeared to be surrounded by people all the time?
He had to get her isolated somehow. Or perhaps just wait. She had to leave her friends at some point.
God did he regret that hours later. Was this some kind of party? Why was there so much movement? Azriel hated parties, and with the Spring Court dress code, he’d stand out and not in a good way like Nora. More like he’d stick out like a sore thumb. His legs were cramping like he was some pathetic human.
He’d lost track of the lady; she was damn near impossible to find even with her distinctive features with the crowd far thicker than it was some time ago.
“Did you think I wouldn’t catch you spying, beautiful?”
Azriel was so shocked that he jumped two feet in the air and his shadows automatically moved to cover his face. “Cute friends you got there, huh?” A feminine voice spoke near him, and Azriel turned towards the sound. He glared at the traitorous shadow that reached out to the woman, staring at the offending woman who had somehow gained the attention of one of his shadows, who were quite picky.
He was struck dumb.
Nora Barranach was even more devastating up close. She somehow cut an elegant figure despite her well-toned arms and legs. Her bronze skin had a faint shimmer to it like the rising sun. Some of her glossy midnight hair had fallen out of her updo and hung in pretty wavy frames around her face. Her eyes were the color of honey, her lashes the thickest and longest Azriel had ever seen. Her thick brows raised as she looked him over. Her heart-shaped lips formed a smirk that looked like she held many dirty secrets. Her clothes appeared to be embroidered with elephants sewn with thread made of actual gold. Everything about her screamed, I am that woman. Everyone wants to be me.
Azriel’s jaw might have dropped a little bit. Just a little! She swaggered up to him, his rebellious shadow lovingly wrapped around her wrist. She batted her eyes at him, lifting one long slender finger to caress his cheek. Azriel shuddered when he felt the sharpness of her nails.
Nora chuckled. “Ah, you noticed my claws.” She moved her hand from his face, wiggling her fingers at him. Indeed, Azriel saw the long curled nails that looked like they could shred flesh. “Courtesy of my father. Well, one of them. The Spring one.” She rested her palm on his cheek.
“Wow, you’re gorgeous,” Azriel said without thinking. He’d completely forgotten about the task at hand. He had come here to do something, right? What was it?
Nora winked. “I know.” Azriel opened his mouth to speak again, but Nora rested one finger against his lips, shushing him. “When one is as handsome as you, you need not speak. Let your body do the talking, hmm?”
Azriel was so horny and so desperate for sexual interaction that was actually consensual that he did not protest when Nora began kissing him; he only deepened the kiss, working with his tongue and getting a moan out of her. She tasted of cherries and whistleberries, a telltale sign that she was drunk.
She pulled back, giggling slightly. “Hey, you’re not my lover,” she said before she hiccuped. She scrunched her face up like she was making a difficult decision. Then she said, “Oh, well we can pretend you’re Camille for one night. You’re certainly pretty enough, yes?”
Azriel only pulled her back towards him, letting her caress his chest before he realized what he’d forgotten.
Oh, right. He was supposed to be kidnapping this girl.
He pulled away from the kiss this time, gasping for air. “Nora, I’m really sorry about this.”
Nora blinked. “Sorry for what?”
Azriel’s answer was to melt them both into shadow.
Azriel winced. Shadow travel had never hurt him before, but he found his body struggled to maintain its shadowy form. He was eventually able to discover why he was having this difficulty: Nora kept flashing lights like some ball one could find at a club. Damn her and the Day Court blood within her. His body felt like it was being crushed into a thousand pieces until finally, by some miracle, Azriel managed to land them in the Autumn Court throne room. He wiped the sweat off of his brow, but it continued to drip from the effort he had just exerted.
“Unhand me at once!” the lady-demon-witch demanded; at this point Azriel couldn’t tell which one she was. Shockingly strong and stubborn even while donning a dress, she fought him every step of the way to the throne; it took all of his focus, shadows, and Illyrian training to keep her from slipping free. Flowers had begun to bloom over her dress, and Azriel knew the thorns piercing his arms and legs would scar. At last, she bellowed like a banshee, a CRACK and a flash of light breaking Azriel’s hold on her briefly before he lunged at her again. The woman had the audacity to spit before the Autumn throne before she straightened her spine and glared up at Beron Vanserra with enough rage and grace to make the mightiest of men cower. Indeed, Azriel could’ve sworn that Beron flinched ever so slightly at her piercing amber stare.
“My father will have your head for this,” Nora Barranach hissed, and in that moment, Azriel believed her. He had never seen Beron unnerved until now. When Azriel and Beron’s eyes met, Azriel let the High Lord see all of his smug satisfaction at his fear.
Despite his clear trepidation, Beron managed to answer coolly, “Which one?” The question was merely to be impertinent; it seemed fairly obvious to Azriel. Although Nora resembled Helion in almost every way, she lived with Tamlin and was likely raised by him. She had to mean him.
“Tamlin will go to war to get me back,” Nora snapped, imperious even within Azriel’s grasp. “Enjoy your last few days as High Lord.”
Beron snorted, but Azriel could sense his anxiousness through the mating bond. “He wouldn’t be so foolish. The Autumn army is far stronger than the Spring one; we were built for war.”
“He wouldn’t need to conquer Autumn. Just kill you,” she sneered. It had to be the inebriation making Nora this audacious, didn’t it? Azriel didn’t know what to do if this was her natural personality.
“He will be doing no such thing,” Beron said calmly, “for you’ll be married to my eldest: Eris.”
“Like Hel will I marry one of your demon spawn,” Nora growled. Again she writhed in Azriel’s arms. “Let. Me. GO!”
Azriel sent his thoughts down the mating bond: pure panic. He wouldn’t be able to keep a hold on Nora Barranach for long. Beron must have understood, for he gestured the guards at his side to fetch something, and moments later, they returned with two males: the pretty Vanserra, who Azriel knew as Eris, the eldest, and another man who had to be his brother. This one was a few inches shorter, his chin-length wavy hair not quite so bright as the others, but still possessing a distinct reddish shade in his brown hair.
This man made eye contact with Azriel before he stared at the faerie held against his chest. Azriel watched as his eyes widened upon seeing her, his pupils dilating. “GET OFF OF HER!” he snarled, rushing them. Azriel was too slow to react, and Beron’s son rammed into him, shoving him to the ground hard before he lifted Nora into his arms bridal style. Azriel stared at the two of them panting, Nora wrapping her arms around his neck.
Then he felt it: something stronger than all of the forces in this room.
“By the Mother,” Eris whispered. Confused, Azriel turned to Beron, whose demeanor once again exuded confidence. That could never mean anything good. Azriel braced himself for the bad news.
“How utterly delightful,” Beron drawled. “Lady Barranach and my son Henri are mates. Change of plans, then. A mating ceremony of course shall be held for the two mates, and my eldest Eris shall be wed to my very own warrior, Azriel Shadowsinger.”
What? All the warmth drained from Azriel’s body. He was to be married…to his mate’s son?
You promised, Azriel accused, sending his thoughts down the bond. You swore that I’d be free.
Beron tilted his head at his son in answer, but Azriel heard the words loud and clear.
Free from me, he crooned. But not from my sons. Should’ve worded the bargain better, shadowsinger.
And Azriel had known that Beron would try to find a loophole. He thought he’d prepared himself for all possibilities. But somehow, this had never even crossed his mind. And now he was trapped once more, this time accompanied by marriage to the man who’d so heartlessly killed his brother and held a sword to his mother’s throat. His mate’s son, who Beron would keep close. He had thought this through. Azriel would never escape Beron. He’d never breathe Night Court air ever again.
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writer-akihiko · 3 years ago
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Hi! If that's okay could i request some angst for the first years (+Grim, Crewel and Crowley? Platonic only for them)
MC/Yuu runs away from NRC due to all the shit they've been put through because of Crowley not doing his job, they do finally find them some days later but MC refuses to go back to NRC and tells Crowley that they despise him.
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First Years + MC Running Away [+Plat!Crewel & Crowley]
I love the angst for this, and planning the emotions that they would feel! The dorm leaders also make a cameo in Crewel and Crowley's part. Cut for length.
Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Emotional Manipulation, Curse Words, Wounds and Mild Violence. Please read at your own discretion.
"I'm not going back."
"Wh... What?" He was astonished. "YN... I've looked far and wide for you- please-"
No words left his mouth as you stepped away from him, tears in your eyes and you were going to make a run for it again.
Sebek Zigvolt
Sebek was in a dilemma. He wanted to go back to NRC because of Malleus, but you refused to. You still meant a lot to him of course, but he still wanted to stay in NRC. He reached out to you, holding you in place with his Fae strength.
"YN, we have to go back. Please don't be unreasonable," He begged. There was no way he wasn't going without you.
You shook your head, trying to tug against Sebek as much as possible. There was no way you could fight against him, and you wouldn't want to hurt him either. "Sebek... Sebek just let me go. I'm just a human and..."
The moment was ruined with Crowley showing up, yelling at Sebek to bring you back. You mustered as much of your voice as you could. "No! Don't take me back!" You screamed at Sebek, who was holding you in a lock. "I hate him! I hate him, don't do this to me Sebek!"
His grip almost loosened at you saying you hated Crowley. Actually, he thought it was directed at him. It took a lot of effort for Sebek not to cry because he knew. He knew how much you didn't deserve the things you faced. The Overblots, the treatment and sheer alienation from other students, Crowley's neglect... He knew.
He blamed himself for getting so caught up in what his Master was doing that he forgot to care about you. When he found out that you ran away, he felt as if he deserved it. He pulled you in, tucking you against his chest and allowing you to cry.
He didn't bring you closer to the others, neither did he bring you away. He kept you close to him, as your tears stained his perfect uniform. Not a word came from him when you cried into him. It was kept that way, as the half-Fae dared to growl at Crowley and anyone else that took a step closer to you.
"YN... You're safe with me, alright?"
Ace Trappola
He told himself that he wouldn't get mad, but your refusal just rubbed salt in wounds as he remembered the sleepless nights of trying to find you. Beneath all of it, he was scared. He was scared that he lost you to some one else. He was scared that this world never suited you, and you finally went to your own, leaving him alone.
"What do you mean you're not going back?! YN, stop screwing around with me!" He screamed, throwing his magic pen to the ground. At this point, he was pissed about anything relating to magic. Magic was useless when it came to finding you.
"I'm not going so leave me alone Ace..." You told him, tears nearing at your eyes. "I don't want to. I don't want to. I'm done with Crowley's shit and I'm done with NRC."
You took a running start, but Ace caught you, pushing you to the ground. His expression caught you off-guard. He was crying, eyes puffy and tired as his face was pale, as if he hadn't gotten enough sleep.
"You're done?! How could you... I..." He didn't know what to say. You were right. You had dealt with enough. You never deserved it... If it weren't for him and his troublemaking ways... Maybe you wouldn't have to suffer...
"I'm sorry..." He coughed out, his voice strained. He kept you pinned on the ground, as his tears flowed with yours. "I'm sorry for being an idiot. I'm sorry for dragging you into trouble. I know you don't deserve it but I'm an asshole that does anyway..."
"Ace..."
"But!..." He went on, his eyes glossing over as he admired you once again. Oh... you were beautiful to him, even if you were crying in his arms. "But I'm selfish. I didn't want to let you go so I went after you instead... So hit me if you want, scream or punch me... I don't care, just don't leave me."
He sat up, pulling you into his lap, his chin under your head. "I was so lonely without you YN..."
"Godammit I love you..." He choked out, his tears never-ending. You both sat there, hugging each other as if it were your last days. You didn't dare to let go of him this time.
Deuce Spade
He didn't know how to respond. All he knew was that he had to hold onto you before you ran away from him once again. "YN... Wait... Don't leave!"
He wondered if he even made the right choice to stay on the side of bringing you back. From just the look of you, he knew you were tired. He knew those responsibilities were never yours. Your suffering just proved to Deuce how powerless he was. Maybe that's why he wanted to bring you back... as proof that he could do something for you.
"YN... I'm sorry..." He said, holding you close to him. There wasn't a thing he could do for you. All you went through... It was Crowley's irresponsibility. He did this to you. Deuce's grip tightened on you, as he though of what it could've done to your psyche. "YN... YN... I'll make sure he doesn't touch you. I'll make sure that he never comes near you again... YN, you trust me right?"
For all the times he wasn't with you, he was determined to make up for it. Deuce wasn't going to let you suffer through this alone, even if it means he gets hurt. It was better for him to get hurt than you, even though he was so desperate to ask Crowley to find you.
You nodded, hiding into Deuce's chest. His heart was beating so fast, most likely from the never ending search for you. You never regretted running away, but you missed Deuce and your other friends, and Grim too. The one thing you regretted was accepting Crowley's offer to stay here.
"I don't care what you do to me," You told him. "Just don't take me back. I don't to go back. I don't want to go back to NRC..." Your body trembled at the thought of moving back to NRC, but all thoughts of it were abandoned as you saw Crowley approach you.
You screamed, but he never touched you. Deuce stood in the way, as he shielded you with his own body. He pushed you back, as he grabbed tightly onto his magic pen. Abandoning all morals of propriety, he glared hard at the principal.
"...Don't touch her."
Jack Howl
He wasn't going to let you run away this time. "Don't move."
Jack couldn't believe that he found you so quickly. No, that wasn't it. He couldn't believe that you were still here. Despite him having a scent on you, you could've been miles away without him knowing. He thought you went back to your own world. He thought you hated him, but by the way you hugged him, it reassured him of any thoughts he had.
There was not single part of you that did not tremble when Jack told you he wanted to take you back. Your sheer refusal turned into an argument quickly, as you listed all the sufferings you went through. It was confusing and agonising for Jack to listen to you. He knew you needed this, but some of the things you said sent shivers down his spine.
"I…"
"It's okay YN. You don't have to go back," He whispered to you. Jack's ears flattened as yours tears made your eyes puffy. He got flustered since he didn't know how to comfort you any further, busying himself with wiping away your tears instead.
Jack was sharp. He knew Crowley was out to get you, even if you didn't want to. He wanted the easy way out, but Jack wasn't going to give him the chance. There was no reason why Jack shouldn't help you… but he'd be lying if he weren't scared of what would happen if you both were caught.
You and Jack had the same train of thought, so you shook your head. "No Jack… I have to…" You told him, your voice raspy. "You already found me and there's no use. You… You can't outrun him with me…"
Jack growled, baring his teeth at the person who caused you such misery. His claws were out, as he hid you behind him. You didn't make a sound, paralysed by the very person that pulled you in this hell. You only met eyes with Crowley for a moment, as the world swirled around you.
"I know I can't… But I'm sure as hell am going to try…" Jack ran away from the principal, with you tightly in his arms as he made a run for it.
Epel Felmier
He was more than angry. He never understood why you and him but now it was evident. It was because both of you were stubborn. You both always tried to grasp what you wanted, and in the light of attaining it, you both always made a run for it. For him it was power… and for you, it was freedom.
"Damn it!..." He cursed underneath his breath, quickly removing his jacket and covering your head in it. You were probably hungry and tired. You were probably scared. What was he supposed to do?...
How did it come to this? He was supposed to be the one that supported your desires, no matter how big or small as you did the same to him. But now, with him using Crowley to get to you… What was he doing? This was hurting you, not helping you.
He moved away from you, ripping off the magical tracking device off of him. "You damn liar!" He screamed. "How dare you hurt her like this… Do you think I'm some stupid puppet?! Like hell you're gonna reach her with my help!"
Epel stomped and tore the device apart, grunting at every time the magic deflection hit him. He didn't stop, ripping further into the grass as he cried for your sake. He never meant to do this to you. He got up, taking you by the wrist and pulling you much deeper into the forest.
"YN… YN we have to go. They were tracking me and they- they might…"
You stopped in your tracks.
"YN?"
You hugged Epel, holding him tight. He snapped out of his delusions, turning to panic about your well-being. "Are you hurt? If you can't walk I'll carry you, but we have to get away-"
"Stop Epel," You said, taking his hands into yours. "Stop… It's okay… I'm okay… I can't make it any further and I don't blame you… I just… wanted it to not hurt for a bit."
He broke down in your arms, as you both collapsed to the ground. Filled with exhaustion, you could only grip to his hands weakly. Before your eyes darkened, you remembered his last words.
"I'm sorry…"
Divus Crewel
He's horrified at your state. All his emotions were bottled for the time being. There was no reason for a puppy like you to be exposed to such horrid emotions from him. He shrugs off his fluffy coat, covering you in the coat, as he carries you in the coat.
Dire was quick to catch up to him, but alas, all that Divus had for him was disappointment. Even from teacher to teacher, no… even from magician to magician… all respect for Dire that he had vanished. The dorm leaders caught up with the principal, and from the looks of it, they were horrified.
"For this puppy to end up like this…"
No, he couldn't get angry now. He had to be the example to other students. Rosehearts, Al-Asim and Ashengrotto were in tears, while Draconia and Kingscholar were murderous. If it weren't the difference of authority, Divus would bet those two would maul Dire where he stood.
"Draconia. Schoenheit. Take YN away and treat her wounds," He commanded. Still wrapped in his coat, Malleus brought you to the others, as Vil observed for any of your wounds. Divus signalled the other students away as he took off one of his gloves, glaring at Dire. "I need to talk with the principal."
Dire was still, as Divus delivered a clean punch across his face. There was no need for further violence. It'd be an insult to what you suffered. Divus grabbed Dire by the collar, almost sneering at him. "Did you realise what you've done to that puppy? She's scared, she's suffered all because of you."
He left Dire alone. It's what he deserved. There was nothing to be done. If he further pummeled the crow man, he might just kill him right then and there. Divus, for now, had to be by your side as your father figure and welcome you back safely to NRC as you were meant to be. Before leaving, he picked up his sullied glove from the floor, saying his last to Dire.
"You don't deserve to be her father."
Dire Crowley
He was ashamed to use his magic on you, but he had to prevent you from running. It was a necessary measure, but the real thorns were your words that pierced through his heart. You yelled insults, curses and cusses at him as if you were held at gunpoint, your lungs exhausted from the constant shrieking.
"No no! Let me go," You begged. "I hate you, I hate you I hate you!" You chanted it as if it were a spell. "I wish you never took me in. Don't touch me!"
The words were enough for the magic to weaken, granting you your escape. Dire was not swift enough, but the Dorm Leaders were. They heard everything, every complaint you threw at Dire and every insult you had for him. Malleus caught you, but as soon you knew it was him, you pushed him away.
"No… NO! I am NOT GOING BACK!" You cried, holding your head in your hands, crouching into a ball. Leona quickly knocked you out. If you went on, you would've hurt yourself and the injuries you sustained from running away was concerning enough.
Against all odds, those seven turned to the principal, with faces of betrayal. All you had been through… They did not realise what burden Dire, and subsequently, they placed on you.
"Crowley… you were never gracious."
Dire was hopeless. He couldn't comfort you, he knew he couldn't be forgiven. He stood in his place, accepting his fate at the moment. He couldn't ask for your mercy nor forgiveness, and perhaps that was his fate. To be cursed by whoever he neglected.
"Please, take care of her for now."
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taestefully-in-luv · 3 years ago
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Always You | JJK (Drabble#4)
Summary: Jungkook is drunk and misses you. What happens when he teases you with a little video?
Pairing: Always You!Jungkook x female reader
Genre: smut, fluff
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: Masturbation (male and female), phone sex
Notes: Decided to get this little thang out askdsdfj enjoy! Remember requests for drabble ideas are open! Lets chat:)
© taestefully-in-luv
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Jungkook stumbles into the empty apartment with Jimin and Taehyung following closely behind him. He curses under his breath as he takes his shoes off, the apartment is cold thanks to the running AC and he fucking shivers. He thought being this drunk he would be extra warm but nope, it doesn’t look that way.
“Jesus, what is the temperature set on?” Jimin is the first to outwardly complain. “Do you want me to freeze to death?”
“It is really cold, Jungkook.” Taehyung whines as he slips his own shoes off.
“Sorry…” Jungkook mutters, “y/n usually took care of the air. But as you two know she’s no longer with us”
“You’re acting like she died.” Jimin deadpans as Taehyung tries to stifle a chuckle.
“She isn’t answering her phone…” Jungkook pouts to himself. “She said she would always answer my calls no matter what.” He juts his lip out dramatically and Jimin rolls his eyes.
“She still has a life dude.”
“I am supposed to be her life.” He whines, walking in the living room and plopping down on the couch. “I was only going to tell her I miss her.”
“She knows you miss her man.” Taehyung sits down next to him, “We all know…”
“Well, now you guys get to hear it more.” Jungkook pipes up, “Because I miss her soooo much. I miss her hugs, her cuddles, her kisses, god, I really miss when she would suck my di—”
“Okay!” Taehyung cuts him off but Jimin swats Tae’s arm.
“No, let him finish.” Jimin says with a smirk.
“You’re gross dude.” Tae swats Jimin’s arm in return.
“God, she really knows how to ride dick too.” Jungkook drunkenly slurs out, “Like, she just really knows what she’s doing.”
“I’m glad my girl is getting so much praise!” Jimin claps his hands as his sly smile grows, “Please, tell us more.” He leans his head forward.
“Please don’t.” Taehyung chuckles awkwardly. “Do you guys want to play a game or watch music videos or something?”
“I want to talk to my girl.” Jungkook cries out dramatically. “I miss her.”
“Maybe you need to rub one out dude.” Jimin playfully remarks, “Make a video for her or something.” Jimin is so clearly joking but Jungkook’s entire face lights up like he was just given the best god damn idea in the world.
“Okay, you guys go home. I’m going to bed.” Jungkook stands up and begins walking to your shared bedroom.
“He realizes we aren’t leaving right?” Taehyung asks Jimin and Jimin just shrugs.
“Let’s watch music videos.”
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Jungkook has his phone set up on the desk, his camera on and pointed towards him. He has his shirt off and is only wearing briefs and sweats. He decides to run his fingers through his already messy hair and make it a bit more wild.
He’s going to send you a little teaser video. He presses record on his phone and sits at the desk, his legs spread wide as he rubs himself over his sweats. His cock grows harder and harder as he rubs himself, he throws his head back on the chair. He then takes his hand and drags the sweats and briefs down, letting his cock spring free. He strokes it gently while whimpering. He calls out for you over and over. His quiet voice rising just the slightest as he gets himself going.
And that’s it. That’s the video. He presses stop and watches it over and approves. He sends it to you with a smirk on his face, he hopes you love it.
y/n 3:34am
Jungkook, what the fuck
y/n 3:35am
I started watching that in public!!! Do you know how quick I had to turn off my phone!!!!!!
Jungkook 3:35am
Oh? So you do exist…I was starting to think you didn’t cuz you keep ignoring my calls
y/n 3:36am
im now just seeing the calls baby, Ill be home soon…ill video call you
Jungkook 3:36am
Good.
Jungkook suddenly becomes so fucking giddy, he jumps to his feet in rushed excitement. He can’t wait to see your gorgeous face. Unfortunately, he stood up way too fast, the world starting to spin…his drunken world.
“Ah, fuck.” He slurs.
But really, he can’t wait to talk to you, to see you. It’s been a few months and he has yet to visit. But texts and video calls are what’s getting him through everything, if he’s being honest. He really does miss you…he misses laying in bed with you just talking, he misses your laugh, he misses your smile, he misses the way you smell, he misses holding you…he just misses you.
He’s lying on his bed, staring up at the swirling ceiling, wondering when you will call. It’s around 4 am now and he’s starting to doze off. But thoughts of you are keeping him conscious.
Suddenly, his phone starts vibrating and he sees that he has a incoming video call from you. He excitedly and quickly taps his screen a million times until he’s answering.
“Hi.” He slurs out, his dopey grin making you laugh.
“Hi drunky.” You giggle, staring at him through your screen.
“Just wanted to talk to you and tell you I miss you. And that I love you more than literally anyone.” He smiles at you, his words getting jumbled together.
“I miss you too baby.” You say softly. “I just got home and I wish I was coming home to you instead.” You quietly pout and he wishes he could kiss your cute lips.
“I am going to buy my ticket to see you soon, I promise. Only two more weeks. Then I see you” He says, his smile fading. “I really do miss you babe. I feel so lost without you here.” He admits between soft breaths. “I left the AC on too low and I got back home and it was freezing.”
“Jungkook.” You whine, “The bill is gonna be so high.”
“It’s okay my love. I got it.” He assures you with a soft smile and you begin to melt. The screen does not do Jungkook justice.
“You look very handsome.” You gulp, “Did any girls hit on you tonight?”
“I didn’t notice…” Jungkook smirks, “I make sure to tell everyone I have a beautiful girlfriend.”
You can’t help but smile and laugh…you two have gotten into some pretty heated arguments over your insecurities…you don’t want a repeat of that.
“Good. You’re all mine.”
“All yours.” He blows you a kiss through the phone and you pout.
“I wish I could feel your lips on me right now.”
“I see you in 2 weeks my love, you will get all the kisses you want and need.” Jungkook slurs his words and you giggle.
“God, you are drunk.”
“Not uh.” He pokes his tongue out, “I’m maybe a little tipsy though!” he laughs for no real reason and you join him.
“So about that video…” you smirk at him, and he brings the phone to his chest as he giggles at his shamelessness.
“Hey! Bring the phone back to you!”
“What about the video? Hm?” Jungkook brings the phone back to his face and you rub your thighs together…his hair is wild and his expression screams that he’s beginning to become fucked out.
“I watched it when I got home.” You admit, “I think it made me…” you pause, biting your lip. “Really wet.”
“Oh really?” Jungkook feels his cock hardening at the thought of your wet pussy. “I want you to feel yourself for me and let me know.”
You chuckle, sliding your hand down your yoga pants and feeling yourself.
“I’m wet baby.”
“Your panties soaked?”
“I’m not wearing any.” You breathe out and Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath.
“Bad girl…” he finally says. “I wish I could bend you over my knee and spank you.”
“You wanna slap my ass?”
“Mhm. I want to fuck your ass too.” He slurs out and you feel your pussy clench around nothing.
“Can I touch myself?” you shyly ask him and he shakes his head with an evil grin.
“Not yet baby. I want you to watch me first.”
“Jungkook, why are you being unfair?” you whine, your fingers just above your aching clit that is dying to be touched.
“Just like playing with you a little.” He admits, “I like getting you so worked up.”
“Okay, I’ll watch you.”
Jungkook gets off the bed and places the phone on the desk, setting it up to where you can have the perfect view of him sitting in the chair.
“Should I continue where I left off?”
“Yes.” You sigh out heavily, waiting just waiting to see his gorgeous cock.
“What’s the magic word?” he teases and you’re so close to touching yourself.
“Jungkook.” You warn in an exaggerated whine, “Please.”
“Good girl.” And he’s snaking his hand down his sweats and pulling out his leaking member, it’s so hard and so swollen that your mouth waters immediately. God, you are so starved of his cock that even through the screen it has you desperate for him.
“I want you to grip your cock for me…” you begin to instruct, “And tug at the head just a little, get you feeling good.”
Jungkook obeys your orders as he gets a hold of his aching length, he starts by squeezing the tip just slightly getting him to groan out.
“Good, now use the lube baby. Put a generous amount in your palm, I want your dick soaked.” He does as you say, squirting the lube in his hand.
“Now stroke your cock for me, but don’t put too much pressure.”
“Baby…” he breathes out.
“Pretend that it’s my hand.” You softly order, “Pretend I’m there with you right now.”
“Ah.” Jungkook moans out as he strokes himself, “Feels good.” He says, causing you to arch your back. You begin moving your hips back and forth as you watch him.
“Okay,” you swallow hard, “Add more pressure and stroke yourself faster.”
Jungkook squeezes his hand around his length, his moans getting louder and you blink at him, your hand tightening its grip around your phone. He looks so fucking hot.
“I want you to take your other hand, yes good, and touch your balls for me, yes…just like that.” Jungkook is a sight for sore eyes, his cock and balls out on display and you want to jump through the screen and straddle his lap, sinking down on to him. Fuck, you want to touch yourself.
“Shit…baby…” you say, losing composure as you watch him get himself off, “Please let me touch myself.”
“Okay.” Jungkook gives the green light, “Rub your clit for me.” He says while rubbing himself faster and faster, his head thrown back in pleasure as high pitched moans leave his mouth.
“Thank you baby” you set your phone down, your hands quickly pull down your yoga pants and you immediately touch your desperate bundle of nerves.
“Gotta see you though.” Jungkook whines. ���Need to see you. See your pussy, see your face.”
“Fuck, okay, hold on.” You prop the phone up on some pillows until he has the perfect view of you.
“Lemme see your fingers on that pretty pussy baby.” He softly commands and you feel yourself get dizzy. “Even through the screen I can see how fucking wet you are, my god.” Jungkook strokes himself faster. “My baby is so perfect.”
“How close are you? Can you wait for me?” You practically beg and he smirks.
“I got all night baby.” He winks, “Now get your fingers nice and wet, soak them. Then I want you to taste yourself.”
Your fingers gather your juices, drenching them in the process. You bring your fingers to your lips and suck on them, allowing a moan to escape. Jungkook rolls his eyes to the back of his head as he watches you.
“Good girl.” He praises, “How’s it taste? Fucking delicious, right?”
“Yes. Yes.” You moan out, your fingers going back to your clit.
“Want to see those fingers fuck your pretty pussy.” He slows down on his cock, he grips it tighter instead and rubs himself slowly. “Let me see.”
You slip one finger inside your hole and gasp, it’s been so long since something, anything has entered you like this.
“Another finger.”
Your eyes widen at his request…but you listen, you slide another finger inside your weeping cunt and begin to thrust them in and out of you.
“Another finger.”
“Jungkook.” You sigh out, “Another?”
“Yes baby, you can take it.” He fondles his balls some more, still stroking his dick. “Let me see.”
You slip a third finger in your hole and you start to feel full. You begin thrusting all three fingers in and out of you at a quick and brutal pace. His fingers would reach more places but yours will have to do for now.
“Ah fuck…” you grit out, “I wish you were here, Jungkook.”
“Keep saying my name.”
“Jungkook, Jungkook.” He starts rubbing himself faster now, he is losing it. He imagines you writhing beneath him, your lips apart, breathing heavily. He’s so close, he fucking close.
“Baby, let’s come soon.” He breathes out, “Together.”
“mmm.” Your other hand finds your clit, and you begin rubbing it faster and harder trying to set yourself over the edge.
“Imagine my cock is inside you right now baby, imagine me fucking you, making you scream my name.”
“Yes, Jungkook!” you yell out, not caring if your neighbors hear you. “Fuck, I’m about to come.”
Jungkook grips the tip of his cock and strokes himself so quickly, his hips meeting him halfway as he moans out your name over and over until his cum is spurting out and making a mess in his hand. That’s the last straw…that’s what you needed to see to get you to come.
You let the tension build so deliciously, until it snaps in half. You come all over your fingers, with the image that you’re creaming all over Jungkook’s cock.
“Ugh.” You groan, “I miss you so much…” you calm your heavy breaths, “Can two weeks hurry the hell up?”
Jungkook stares at the screen and smiles, his hand still sticky with his cum. He grabs a towel and cleans himself and is looking at you once again.
“Two weeks baby, and I’ll be there. I’ll be there to hold you, kiss you, fuck you.”
“Two weeks.” You say with a smile.
Two weeks and you’ll be reunited with your love.
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unsupervisedpanda · 3 years ago
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Acceptance
Chuuya x reader
You screwed up. You knew you screwed up the second you told him you loved him. That you were in deep and that it was him or no one.
   You'd stood up when you heard the keys turn in the lock. Brushing your hands down your shirt you wiped the sweat off of them. The door opened with a creak and he walked in.
  "We have to talk." You murmured playing with your fingers.
   "Y/n can we do this later? I've had a-" he started but your nerves couldn't take it.
   "I love you!" You confessed, your cheeks red and heart racing.
   He was silent for a moment, pausing in his actions before continuing.
   "God damn it Chuuya! Say something!" You plead your arms wrapping around your waist.
   He glared at you shoving his hands in his pockets.
   "No." His voice was husky and his eyes simmering.
   "Please?" You begged but he snapped.
    "Just... Get out." You stared at him in shock at the command.
   "Chu-"
  "Get out!"
Your eyes pricked as the tears trickled down your cheeks.
    "Why?" You sniffled wiping your face with your sleeve.
    "I don't have to answer that." He groaned stepping forward.
   You stepped back.
"We can talk about this!" You pleaded your hands in front of you.
   He stepped towards you his hands still in his pockets.
   "I'm not talking about this. We've talked about it before. If you can't accept what I agreed to, leave." He snarled.
   You gaped at him before rushing to the door, leaving everything behind. You didn't have time to stop, not with the sobs tearing out of your chest. No shoes, no jacket, no phone.
   Running down the stairs and into the street, your feet hit the pavement painfully.
   Your sobs echoed off the buildings as you ran. You ran, turning random corners, and bumping into people on the street. You ran until you choked on your tears and couldn't breath.
   Finally you stopped, chest heaving. Swiping your tears from your eyes you took in your surroundings. There was a light buzzing from the neon signs overhead and a rattling from an AC.
  You stepped forward, investigating,  only to jump back in both pain and panic. Glass dug into your foot and a group of drunk men were around the corner.
   Slinking back you retreated further into the alley you were in, breathing in and out trying to stop the hyperventilating.
   "One, two," the tears spilled down, "three." You choked on your breath.
    "One, two," you tried again pushing your hair back, "three."
  "One, two," you gasped, "one, two,"
    "Three." Gasping you whipped around to face the mouth of the alleyway.
   A man stood there leering at you.
   "What's a pretty girl like you, doin in a place like this?" He slurred, stumbling over to you.
  Your nose wrinkled at the beer in his hand and on his breath.
   "I- I'm just leaving actually." You sniffled wiping your tears away.
    "Oh no no no. I just got here. Stay a while." He purred at you.
   Wrapping your arms around yourself you tried to walk past him.
  "No thanks!" You choked out pushing past. 
   "I said stay!" He snarled grabbing your arm and slamming you into the brick wall, smashing his beer bottle next to your head.
  You flinched, the glass raining down around you.
   "I really need to go." You whispered looking away.
   "You don't leave until I say you can." He smiled.
   You whimpered. Your mind wandered to Chuuya. You wished you hadn't fought. You wished you'd have just hugged him, told him you were sorry. You should've waited. Damn.
  Shoving at the drunk you kneed upwards.
   "Just let me go!" You cried, the tears spilling out.
   "God damn!" The guy choked out as he fell to his knees.
   You jumped, before trying to run, the glass cutting into your feet. You fell to your hands and knees, the pain from the glass shooting through your legs.
   "You stupid bitch!" The drunk swore grabbing you by the ankle, yanking you towards him. The glass bit into your arms and back.
   You screamed as a piece of glass dug into your hip. Your hair was getting tangled into the glass as he dragged you, digging into your scalp.
   "Stop!" You sobbed kicking your legs only for him to flip you over and pin you to the ground, the glass digging into your stomach. You whimpered at the weight pressing into your spine.
    "Now now what do we have here?" A voice growled into the dark of the alley.
    "Oh would you look at that. Alley way scum." They responded to themselves. Then you heard a crunch.
  The weight of the drunk was immediately gone, and you could breath.
  Coughing, you tried to push yourself up only to gasp as the glass stuck into your skin.
    "Chuuya?" You whimpered looking up, the tears resurfacing.
   The male immediately turned to face you before crouching down in front of you.
    "Y/n are you-" his voice broke off as a car pulled into the alley, the headlights illuminating your face.
   Your entire body was covered in scrapes and cuts. Your forehead was bleeding from a gash above your brow. Your hair was wet and reeked of beer. Your clothes has several tears in them, your jeans and shirt covered in blood.
    "God." He gasped his hand lightly cupping your face as the other lightly grazed your other cuts.
    "Fuck. Okay. Let's get you home. Or to a hospital. Something." His voice was soft now.
    "Boss! You called?" A small male called as he hopped out of the vehicle, running up to the two of you.
    "I did. Take my-" Chuuya paused, thinking.
  "Take my girlfriend to the hospital." He finished glancing at you.
   "Yes sir!" The male nodded reaching down to lift you up only for you to cry out.
   Chuuya immediately slapped the boys hands away.
    "I'll put her into the car. Make sure this scum doesn't get away." Chuuya sighed.
    He lightly brushed his hands under your legs and around your waist, testing.
   "Okay, my little nova, let's get you out of here." He chuckled humorlessly as he hoisted you up.
   "I'm sorry." You whispered into his neck as he walked to the running car.
  "You have nothing to be sorry for." He shrugged lightly, shifting you in his arms carefully.
   "I should be the one apologizing." He smiled, opening the passenger door.
  "I pushed, I should've-" he cut you off as he set you down into the car, pulling his overcoat off and wrapping it around your shoulders.
   "Let me try this again. You don't need to apologize. I am the one who's sorry. I overreacted." He assured you swiping your tears away.
    "I just, I didn't, you and I," you rambled and he shook his head.
  Leaning forward he brought your face to his, lips barely touching, asking.
  Blushing you kissed him, you leaned into him, and he kissed you back. You'd have wrapped your arms around his neck if your skin wasn't so sensitive at the moment.
    "I love you, too, My Nova." He smiled.
   You shuddered in relief before crying again.
   "I was so scared." You laughed as the tears flowed.
   The adrenaline had worn off and now you were sitting in front of the man you loved, looking like a wreck.
   "Shush shush." He shushed you brushing your hair back.
   "You're okay now. I'm here. You're here. It will be okay." He hushed.
   "Felix is going to take you to the hospital while I deal with the drunk okay?" He asked holding your hands in his.
    You nodded before leaning forward to kiss him again.
   Your lips molded to his and he gasped lightly at the desperation in the kiss. Lightly he brought his hand to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. Returning your desperation.
   Finally you pulled away your hands on his shoulders.
   "Okay." You breathed, your forehead pressed to his.
   "Okay. I'm ready I think." You shivered and he tugged his coat tighter over your shoulders.
   "I'll see you soon." He promised, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 
You nodded gingerly lifting your legs into the car.
   "Okay." He nodded, closing the door for you before sending Felix back to you.
    Your next destination was the hospital. This drunk was heading there, too. Just not yet.
   Facing the creep Chuuya sauntered to the man, who was still holding his nose and glaring at him. Smiling he crouched down in front of the jerk.
   "Want to see what it's like to be crushed by gravity?"
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rowanaelinn · 3 years ago
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Fire on Fire - Chapter five.
chapter four // chapter six
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As the days merged into weeks, a routine settled in.
Aelin alternated between college, her work as TA, homework, cheer practice, her work at the bar and she didn’t have a moment to herself. She liked it that way. She knew how to manage many things at once, has been doing it for years, but she didn’t know how to handle boredom. These moments where you did nothing and you started thinking about everything in your life? Aelin didn’t know how to handle that.
For the first time in a month, Aelin had a night to herself. And instead of spending it to sleep as her body begged her to, she and Lysandra organized a party. Nothing too much, just some of their friends, music, and alcohol.
She was in the kitchen, pouring herself a drink as she talked with Chaol and Dorian. They had brought their roommate but Aelin had no idea where he was, and to be honest she didn’t really care. “I’m not joking, she knocked at our door at two in the morning.”
Aelin laughed at the situation Dorian was describing. “Well, you got to give her points for her determination.” She poured a drink to Chaol and he smiled warmly at her.
“So, how’s life here?” Dorian asked and Aelin shrugged. They had spent a lot of time together lately, they just didn’t speak much.
“Nice.”
“Nice? That’s it?” Lysandra joined them, sitting on the kitchen counter. “What about that roommate of yours, Rowan?”
“Please,” Lysandra huffed. “They’ve been giving each other the silent treatment for a month now. It’s even worse than when they yelled at each other.”
“That bad?” Dorian laughed and Aelin rolled her eyes.
“I remember a year ago, we were partying and suddenly everyone heard you scream. I turned around to see where you were and you threw your drink at his face.” Chaol laughed and she did too, remembering that night.
“You complained when we always argued and now you complain because we ignore each other. You’re so annoying.”
“It’d be okay if you were just ignoring each other. But if looks could kill, you would have killed each other long ago. I hope you realize that everyone notices.”
“What are you even doing here? Stop sleeping with my cousin.” Aelin said and Lysandra barked a laugh. She winked and wiggled her brows and Aelin had to stop thinking about them. Lysandra always had a crush on Aedion, Aelin knew that. But she wasn’t used to seeing Lysandra hanging out in this house, not to be with her but because she was with Aedion. Well, technically they weren’t together. They slept together and both of them were stupid enough not to realize the other’s feelings.
Fenrys came behind Aelin and put an arm around her shoulder. She tried to get out of his grip but he was too strong. “You four, stop isolating yourself and come play with us.”
“Depends, I’m too drunk for Twister.” It was an understatement, she barely could keep her legs from falling. She was too drunk for everything, but she liked it. With the right number of drinks, her brain stopped processing things, that’s exactly what she needed.
“Being drunk is what makes Twister worthy, Ace. But no, what about seven minutes in heaven?” He wiggled his brows and Aelin was ecstatic.
“I love seven-minute in heaven!” She almost screamed and Fenrys laughed at her enthusiasm.
“I would know,” Dorian said and she stuck her tongue at her friend, it just made them laugh harder.
“That was an awful first kiss.”
“You’re joking? We found you making out again an hour after the game.” Lysandra laughed. It had happened when they were fifteen and Aelin didn’t have a lot of memories of that night. Actually, she didn’t have a lot of memories from her teenage years.
“That’s a story I want to hear,” Fenrys said, always curious about everyone’s life.
“That’s nothing, wait until I tell you about that time she played with Rhys-”
“Stop!” Aelin screamed, throwing a spoon at her friend for him to shut up. She didn’t know what he wanted to say and that’s what worried her. She decided her brain made her forget for a reason other than alcohol, as stupid as it was.
“Rhys like Rhysand Night?” Fenrys asked, surprised.
“Yeah, Dorian and I have been friends with him and his brothers for ages now.”
Their parents all knew each other and the five of them kept meeting at parties. And while Dorian and Aelin tried to avoid the spotlight as much as they could since they turned eighteen, the three brothers left for Velaris and became either musicians or actors. Gods, she hadn’t seen them in ages now. She missed these idiots.
“You’re coming to play?” Fenrys asked and they all joined him in the living room. There weren't enough seats so Aelin just sat on Dorian’s lap. Aedion sent them a furious look but didn't comment, Aelin just rolled her eyes. Lysandra made the bottle turn and of course, it fell on Aedion. Aelin decided not to read too much on the look in her cousin’s eyes and just took another shot, ignoring them.
“Ten bucks we find them half-naked,” Lorcan said and Aelin laughed, remembering another time when she had a similar bet about her cousin. She turned her head but Lysandra wasn’t there, neither was the others. Her heart clenched at this feeling of loneliness even if she was in a room full of people.
Instead of thinking too much into it, she took another shot. When she looked in front of her, Rowan Whitethorn was watching her, a disapproving frown on his face.
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Rowan wondered why he was still looking at her when she drowned a third shot. This time her eyes didn’t leave his as she drank and she winked, leaning more into Dorian Havillard’s embrace.
He didn’t know why he had to clench his fist to avoid shaking, why seeing her now made him so angry. He had been angry all the time since that conversation a month ago, and not at her. He was sure he would wake up the morning after by Lysandra stabbing him, but none of that.
Aelin didn’t tell anyone what happened in the bathroom, and it made him so angry at her.
It made him angry that she didn’t cry to her friend and cousin the day after, asking them to defend her, like Rowan thought she would. No, the morning after she looked nothing like the woman he found in the bathroom, she didn’t look half-dead as she did the night before. No signs of the breakdown.
It made a small part of his head wonder how many times she had been in this state and nobody ever noticed. But he liked to ignore this part of him and focus on the anger.
He was glad of it as he watched Dorian’s arm curl around her waist and her arm around his shoulders. They both laughed as he held his drink to her lips, making her drink everything. Rowan finished his first drink, clearly not as drunk as the two in front of him were.
He had no idea what they were for each other, they acted like friends. Close friends, yes, but still friends. But Rowan had heard too much these past four weeks. Heard how there wasn’t any actual work every time he came here to study.
He hated her for it, hated her for being selfish and not caring about the noise. He also hated himself for noticing Dorian came here to study every time Rowan could see Aelin’s eyes lined with silver, see how her smile was a little too forced, or how her hands shook. Things that didn’t seem to be noticed by anyone else.
He hated himself for noticing, even though he tried not to, that there was no pleasure on her part. But he was probably reading too much into it, why would she keep doing it, then?
When he finally looked away from her, he found Lorcan looking at him, a weird look in his eyes. Rowan arched a brow in a silent question but his friend just looked away and joined a conversation with Fenrys.
When Aedion and Lysandra got out of the closet after Vaughan knocked on the door, Rowan fought a grin on his face at the look on Aedion’s face. He silently waved his pants so that he noticed that his zipper was open. The smile on Aedion's face did not falter as he fixed it, Rowan rolled his eyes.
“Your turn, Ace,” Lysandra said as she sat down next to her friend. Rowan found his new drink more interesting than the blonde girl turning a bottle.
“Fuck,” Dorian said.
“You’re kidding me,” it was Lorcan’s turn to speak.
Rowan looked up when Fenrys burst out laughing and his heart stopped. That fucking bottle pointed toward him. What had he done to the Gods for them to hate him so much? “do it again” He groaned. Why did he even agree to play this stupid game? He thought the worst that could happen would be being stuck with Fenrys, totally forgetting about her.
“Scared to spend time with me, Whitethorn?” Aelin arched a brow, a small smirk on her face. Rowan suddenly hated that part of him that was too proud to back down from a challenge.
“Get in that damn closet already,” He said, standing up and walking toward it, not caring if she followed or not.
When she closed the door after her, Rowan started counting in his head. Surely, seven minutes wasn't that long.
The closer was way too small for Rowan’s taste, he could feel her body brushing his in many places. “I didn’t know being so close to me disgusted you, Whitethorn.” She said after thirty-six seconds.
“So you speak, now?”
“What? You missed me?” She asked, voice full of fake sweetness. The dim light let him see her eyes fixed on him, he fought a shudder at the intensity of her gaze.
He huffed a laugh. “You wish, princess. This past month has been better than the last two years.”
“I know, living right next to me is such a delight.”
He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge of groaning at her for the way she twisted his words. She laughed softly, her breath tickling the skin of his throat. “You really are full of yourself, aren’t you?” It was better to attack her with his words than to focus on his body’s reaction to her proximity.
She made a low noise as if she was thinking very hard about her answer. “I am not, just realistic. Have you seen me? I’m amazing.”
“I don’t even think you believe that yourself,” he stated and it was true. You just had to try to see more than the facade she kept in front of everyone to see it. Rowan was surprised no one had made comments on it. He wondered if everyone noticed and decided to not say anything, as Rowan did, or if they really were that blind.
“You know nothing about me.”
“You are not hard to figure out, princess.” Lie, Rowan was a liar. It was so damn hard to find a reason for everything she did, to explain why she hid everything about her real emotions.
“Is that why you hate me so much? Because I am so easy to read?”
“You’re not important enough for me to hate you,” He said, voice low as he looked at her eyes. They were objectively beautiful, everyone would agree on that. The ring of gold around her pupil always seemed to catch fire whenever she was angry, it was his favorite part about her eyes.
What the hell happened to him? He didn’t have any favorite part of her.
She laughed softly, shifting to be more comfortable but it just brought her closer to him. He couldn’t keep his groan to himself this time, apparently for Aelin’s delight.
“You know what I think?” She asked, raising herself on her tiptoes. “You can’t stop thinking about me.” She was almost as tall as him this way, she put her hands on his shoulders to stay stable, and even if he should have brushed her hands away, he didn’t. “I think you want me, and it’s not me you hate, but yourself for wanting me.” Her thumb brushed his neck and held in the noise that threatened to come out at that touch. “I think that maybe it even makes you feel a little bit dirty to want me, and you both love and hate it.”
He pushed her to the wall, putting both of his hands on the wall on both sides of her head, blocking her from any movement. He lowered himself slightly, his lips close to her ear. Somewhere in the back of his mind, something whispered that she was right, but he ignored it. Focusing on his anger, that’s how he had always kept people at bay these past ten years. “Tell me Aelin,” he started using one of his hands to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear, brushing with the tip of his fingers the sensitive spot of her skin right behind it. “Why would I want a coward?” Her whole body tensed at this and he was happy with himself.
“Shut up.”
He laughed softly, still murmuring in her ear. “Don’t like that word? Because that’s what you are, Aelin. A coward. You always run away the second it becomes hard.” He had seen Aedion take his car and go pick her up from wherever she called for help too many times. He remembered Aedion having to drive out of the damn city because she had left, and it didn’t happen only once either.
Before he could say what was in his mind she pushed him off her, with more strength than he knew she had. “Fuck you.”
“You’re just proving me right.”
“I have nothing to prove to a bastard like you.” She spat and left, slamming the door behind her. Rowan took a minute to sigh, thinking about what he said. That was true, she always ran away, but he wasn’t better. And he noticed how she struggled, he might as well have kicked a man already down.
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Aelin smiled at Dorian as she came back, hiding the fire inside of her. Everyone arched a brow, she knew it had been less than seven minutes but she would have killed him if she had stayed one more minute with that bastard.
“Will we find his dead body in the closet?” Lorcan asked, and surprisingly enough that sounded like… a joke. She might have answered in the same tone as him, might have joked with him, had Rowan not ruined her mood for the night.
“Want to be next?” She arched a brow and didn’t wait for an answer, taking Dorian’s hand and making him stand up. She didn’t comment to anyone as she dragged him up the stairs and pushed his back on the wall, not wanting to kiss him.
She needed to feel something other than that consuming rage, and needed the distraction. Dorian didn’t wait before kissing her back hungrily. His hands found her ass and pressed her closer to him. He didn’t need to bother with soft, loving, touch. It wasn’t a part of their agreement, it was just sex. Nothing else.
They had slept together twice in their teenage years even if she didn’t remember it, too high and drunk to remember anything, but they had started again three months ago. He had gotten mad at her for sleeping with however she could, telling her it was unsafe. But even if she never told him why she did it, Aelin was sure he understood. So he had told her to sleep with him instead.
It was his own way to help her, knowing he couldn’t do much else. If Aelin thought about it long enough she would cry of shame and fondness for her friend, but she didn’t think about it. It was the whole point of it, not thinking.
“Shit, sorry,” a voice interrupted them and Aelin looked surprised at Dorian and Chaol’s roommate. “I was looking for the bathroom but I couldn’t find it.”
“Downstairs,” Aelin said, breathless. “There’s only my room and my roommate’s room here.” She said but the mention of him just relieved the flame in her. The flame that begged to burn everything she tried to keep safe inside her. He nodded and smiled, walking past them.
“I’m not going home tonight, Chaol will drive you back. Is it okay with you, Cairn?” Dorian asked and when Cairn nodded and left, Dorian kissed her again.
As he took off her clothes, she focused on the feeling of him, Dorian, her friend, on her.
When his fingers found her core and started getting her ready for him, she fought against the voices in her head. You are a coward.
And as Dorian took a condom and entered her, she closed her eyes. He thrust into her hard, the way she liked it. He kissed her neck, breast, and lips. Trust me, Aelin, you will like it. She bit the inside of her cheek, not wanting to hear him. She moaned Dorian’s name as he gave her a particularly hard thrust. Let me show you what a real man can do. She shut everything out, moaning too loudly to hear anything else.
As she and Dorian climaxed, they were both breathless. He disposed of the condom and fell on the bed next to her, not hugging her but staying close to her. After a while, Dorian’s breathing calmed and she knew he fell asleep.
Aelin stood up and took a long, hot, shower. Washing away the touch of anyone on her skin. And as she often did, she wondered how long she would keep living that way. She had given up the hope of recovery a long time ago. but she still hoped that one day the pain would ease.
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flareish · 3 years ago
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Overwhelmed
kuroo x reader
summary: With so many deadlines coming up the reader is overwhelm and buried in work and can’t help but to lash out. However, Kuroo is always there to pull her back
genre: college AU, fluff, pinch of angst
word count: 1.5k
warnings: none I think
a/n: I have been trying to make all of my requests gender neutral but sometimes I slip up and throw in she/her pronouns so tell me if you notice any that I didn’t catch. Enjoy!
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The teachers were out to get you, you were sure of it. You push yourself every day to be the best, to be ahead of everything, all the assignments, all of your classmates just so you could possibly enjoy college as well as have good grades. But what did that get you? Impossibly high expectations. Suddenly everyone around you expected you to ace every test you did and just pull perfect essays out of nowhere. Which is exactly what just happened. You had been working on an essay all night. It hadn’t been your best work but your brain just couldn’t make anything better. That was all you had. You were almost at your limit with no end in sight. Then, despite all your hard work, your teacher handed it back to you saying that “this wasn’t the best I could do and that I shouldn’t start slacking off now”. She thought she was being helpful but right now you wanted to do was strangle her. Sure you could do better. If you didn’t have eight more assignments to do after this. Each one more mentally taxing than the next. But it’s fine, let me just rewrite this essay.
Why couldn’t you just be the kind of person who didn’t care? Or rather had given up caring. They probably learned their lesson that when you try you don’t get the reward you get more work. Why couldn’t you just not care too?
Deciding to jump back into your workload, you sit down at your desk in your dorm and begin to type. Words were kind of flowing. They weren’t exactly coherent thoughts but at least it was something to work with. As if your day couldn’t get any worse, your roommate comes barging in with three of their friends. 
“Oh oops didn’t realize you were studying in here Y/N.” Your roommate said, not actually making an effort to be any quieter though. Shooting back a quick tight smile, not wanting to be rude but also just wanting them to leave. You were hoping they were just grabbing something and then would leave but they went and sat on the bed and turned the TV on. 
You made a show of checking the time before loudly announcing that you were suppose to meet someone at the library. As much as you wanted to be petty and make them feel guilty for interrupting your study time, it was just easier to just leave. 
“I don’t think I’ve seen them do anything except study. Talk about too school for cool.” You heard one of them joke as you left.
“Ugh tell me about it. You wouldn’t believe what time they goes to bed.” Your roommate adds. You roll your eyes and trying to ignore the comments. Is it really that crazy that you’re actually trying to learn at a place where you pay crazy amounts to be taught? You were just so done.
Luckily the library was fairly quiet since it had gotten quite late. You settled into your favorite spot and got to working. Although no matter how hard you tried nothing came to you. There was one sad paragraph on your screen, you must have reread it a million times hoping to spark some kind of inspiration from it. Nothing. Your brain kept drifting off on you and you would end up staring across the library without a single thought in your head. The time just kept slipping by. The more that went the more panicky you got. This was a time that you should be working but you just couldn’t. And of course the more desperate you got for inspiration, the more it avoided you. 
You just let your head drop and hit the table. You were so done. You just wanted to scream. There was no one you could talk to either. Recently anyone that talked to you got snapped at. They were just all so calm and relaxed despite all of the work that has been coming in lately. Here you were, drowning in it, and they were happily swimming. Just the other day you and Kuroo had an argument over homework. He’s taking one of the hardest chemistry classes and he was there telling you it was going to be okay?! It just felt insulting. You knew he didn’t mean it like that but couldn’t he at least pretend to struggle? Damn you boyfriend for being so smart.
You really wanted Kuroo right now. 
As if summoned by your thoughts, you felt hands slide onto your shoulders. You tense up kinda freaked out at who is touching you until you see that it’s him. Kuroo. For a moment you wanted to just throw yourself at him and forget about your homework. But then you remember your argument and how you’ve been a monster lately and resist. He’s having none of that though and keeps his hands on you.
“How long have you been here.” He asks gently. You glance at your computer and notice that it’s almost 3 am.
“What are you doing here?! It’s 3 am.” You say startled at the fact it had gotten that late and that he was also up that late. Usually, he is asleep by ten.
“I could ask you the same thing.” He replies as he straightens and starts packing up your things.
“Uh- Hey! Wait no- give me that! I’m not done yet.” You try and snatch back your stuff but he gives you a stern look and you sink back into your seat. You suddenly realize how tired you are and surrender. He’s finished putting everything away and throws the strap of your back over his shoulder. Prepared to carry your bag for you. Now you feel drained. Your limbs all feel heavy that it’s exhausting to even think about getting up.
“Come on let’s get you back to your dorm.” He mumbles pulling you up by your hand. You let him, flying up from your seat and onto your feet. You land right in his chest and you don’t want to go anywhere but here. For the first time in weeks, you feel calm and secure.
“Can I just stay here for a minute,” Your voice cracks as tears slip down your face. He didn’t say anything, he just wrapped his arms around you and hugged you close to his body. In this moment you felt nothing but love. The relief and comfort you felt was enough to make you cry harder. You don’t know how long you were stood there but no matter how long it was Kuroo never once rushed you. He just let you let it out. Once he saw that you had calmed down he gently pull back, bringing a hand to your cheek to wipe away any stray tears.
“You ready to head back now?” He asked again, planning on walking you back to your dorm.
“I don’t wanna,” You pout, “There’s a ton of people in there and I don’t wanna see any of them.” You are still salty at your roommate and their rude friends.
“Do you want to come to my dorm?” He asks, “Kenma was passed out when I left so it should be quiet.” You nod. You feel him put your backpack on you and you’re confused. You were kind of hoping he would take your backpack for you. You know be a gentleman and all. Then he squats down in front of you. 
“Hop on.” This was pretty normal for the two of you so despite your sleepiness you bounce up onto his back. He adjusts you higher on his back before leaving the library. Waving to library worker on the late shift who giggled at the two of you. 
You snuggled your face into his neck and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck. His footsteps seemed to lull you like a lullaby. You fell into a weird state as your body sleeping but your mind was awake. Hearing everything clear as day but the thought of opening your eyes or moving a muscle seeming impossible. 
You start waking up more when you realize that you have made it to his dorm, letting him toss you down on the bed. You throw your backpack off to the side and head straight for under the covers.
“Ah ah! You’re in dirty clothes,” he gently complains, no real bite behind it. You grumble but let him pull you over to the edge of the bed. You had been so close to sleep. He slides your shirt over your head and replaces it with one of his hoodies. Only then once you’re in his clean clothes does he let you snuggle back into his bed. This time with him in there as well. 
“Goodnight my love.” You finally slip into a peaceful state. You still had a lot of work to do but at least for tonight you will rest without worry. Tomorrow you know you need to make up with Kuroo but you know he could never stay mad at you. Come the morning you know Kuroo will help you with everything. He’s finished giving you space, now you’re stuck with him.
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cxsmicmyeon · 3 years ago
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First of all, congratulations on 200!! You deserve that and more, your writing is amazing!
I am here to unsurprisingly request the love of my life, (I’m sure you saw this coming, Zitao.
It almost killed me to choose the prompts lmao, but we got there, I chose 3, a combination of the 2.
From fluff; 9 and from smut; 41 and 42.
Again, so so proud of you!
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hi kai!! thank u so much and thank u for sending in a request!! i’m so sorry this took so long to come out )): i do hope you still enjoy though!! 💞
THIS FIC CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18.
9) "if you cry, i’ll cry ─ and that won’t be fun for anyone.”
41) "call me that again.” 42) "did i do that?”
genre: non-famous domestic au! comfort/fluff and smut. wordcount: 814 warnings: explicit sexual content, dirty talk, praise kink, dry humping, swearing
author’s note: aaa yay my first zitao fic!! i’ve wanted to write for him for a looong time but never really got a plot in mind! thank u for sending a req for him kai!! :D
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Looking over the array of items you packed, you let out a contented hum before closing and zippering your suitcase shut. You lifted it off your bed and placed it down, wheeling it toward the half-open door of your bedroom. After setting it in its usual spot, you looked up to see your boyfriend, Zitao, with his arms crossed and a huge pout on his face. 
Putting on a sad smile, you walked toward him, placing your hands on his forearms. He looked down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.
“Why do you have to go already?” he mumbled, burying his face in your hair. You sighed softly, rubbing his back comfortingly.
“I know, Taozi. I wish I didn’t have to go on this trip either. I wish I could stay with you and Ace for longer than a damned week.” You heard Zitao sniffle softly as he squeezed you tighter, never wanting to let go. 
Your heart broke seeing Zitao cry like this. He always got a little upset whenever your boss sent you on a business trip despite knowing that travelling was crucial to your job. You even wished you could work at home for at least a year so you can make up for lost time. But the one chance that you could be home for longer than a week, your boss had to send you out for two weeks. And seeing Zitao’s heart break over the news was more difficult than being apart from him.
“Hey, if you cry, I’ll cry. And that won’t be fun for anyone.” You joked, trying to get him to smile a bit. He grinned slightly, looking down at you.
“I know, I’m sorry. I can’t help it. I finally get to see you after so long and you have to leave again.” He sighed.
“I know, baby. I wish I could stay too. I’ll try to talk to the boss and get home sooner.” You assured him, bringing him to your shared bed. Opening your arms, you allowed Zitao to cuddle you, kissing him softly and whispering soft reassurances as he cried silently in your arms.
Soon enough, Zitao’s cries stopped. He removed himself from your grip, giving you a slight smile as he dried his tears with a tissue. He sat back next to you on the bed, putting an arm around you.
“Hey, do you wanna... y’know,” You raised your eyebrows, hoping he got your message. “One more night before I have to go.”
“Yes.”
Grinning, you wrapped your arms around Zitao and kissed him softly. He kissed back, smiling into the kiss as he brought you closer to him. The kiss soon grew heated as you moved to straddle Zitao, grinding down on his growing erection. You broke the kiss, smirking as you grinded against him again. 
“Did I do that?” You teased, rubbing your crotch against his. Zitao returned your smirk, thrusting upward which caused a whimper to come out from you.
“Who else would?” Zitao breathed, sucking a love bite into your neck. You hummed as you latched your lips onto his again, moving your hips downward to contrast with his upward thrusts.
Clothes went flying and before you knew it, you were underneath Zitao, being peppered in kisses and nips as he explored your naked body with his mouth.
“Fuck, you look so pretty underneath me like this, honey. So pretty.” Zitao purred, sliding your panties down your legs. You moaned loudly as he traced his fingers on your thighs. 
“Zitao. Call me that again.” You mewled as Zitao sat up, lining his cock with your entrance.
“What, ‘honey?’“ You nodded, spreading your legs and crying out as he sheathed himself inside of you. “Honey... you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”
His name fell from your lips as he fucked you with all the love and passion in his heart. He showered you with ‘Honey’ after ‘Honey,’ showing you how much you meant to him. You intertwined your hands with his as he continued pounding into you, bringing you and him closer and closer to your releases.
“Taozi, I’m so close.” You cried, feeling your walls clench around him.
“Let go, honey. Cum all over my cock.” At that, you screamed, seeing stars as you came. Hard. Zitao groaned as he reached his own orgasm, biting your jugular as he released inside of you. 
After cleaning up, you curled close into Zitao’s arms, tracing indistinct patterns into his chest. He kissed you on the head as he held you close to him.
“I wish we could stay like this forever.” You mumbled, feeling your eyes flutter shut as your fingers slowed. Zitao hummed in agreement as he stroked your hair for a bit before falling asleep to the sound of your soft breathing.
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charmingyong · 4 years ago
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Noxious Cherry (1)
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Part 1 | Part 2
Genre: criminal!Taeyong x fem!reader
Warnings: psycho, deception, theft, shootings, swearing, car explosion
Word count: 2.7k
Plot: You found a pink haired man lying on the ground and decided to check up on him when you should have run away. 
A/N: I AM OBSESSED WITH TY’S GTA! This genre reminds me of @taeyongtime’s Pre: Ace of Fools so do check that out if wanting another psycho read.
Gif: mine
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Finally home time!
The feeling of settling into your car after the end of your night shift was a pleasant one. You relaxed your head against the headrest and let the exhaustion from having to stand hours preparing the endless coffee orders leave your body before starting your car. You drove down the empty streets, a few nonfunctioning streetlamps creating a dim lighting along the sidewalks. Mindlessly, you passed by a park where a dark figure laid still on the ground.
Reaching a red light of an intersection, you thought back to the thing you caught a glimpse of earlier and something itched in you to go back and check it out. When the lights turned green, you made a U-turn and found the figure still there, unmoving.
Walking closer to it, you realized it was a boy with pink hair, eyes closed looking unconscious, though his chest rhythmically rose up and down. You squinted to get a better look of his face under the low lighting and did not spot a single scratch on the skin to hint any signs of him being injured.
Is he okay? you thought. Should I wake him up?
Worried that he could have been bruised under his clothes, you called for him. “Hello? Are you okay?”
Hearing your voice, his eyes fluttered open and his breath hitched upon seeing a beautiful face up close. You were relieved that he was alive, but grew uneasy when he merely stared at you, not responding back to you with words.
“Um, are you okay?” you asked again, hoping he would say something about why he was on the ground in the middle of the night.
He only groaned as he shifted his weight to sit upright, rolling his neck and shoulders in circles to alleviate the tensed muscles.
“Should I call the ambula-”
“Don’t,” he cut you off with a small glare. He couldn’t afford getting caught if he were taken to the hospital, especially when he didn’t even need to go there in the first place.
You bit your lip nervously, unsure what to do next. You didn’t want to be rude and leave him alone all of a sudden, but you really wanted to go home. Should you drop him home? Get a grip, Y/N! He was a stranger, and you couldn’t tell if he was safe enough to bring him inside your car. “But are you hurt?”
“It’s not that bad,” he replied. “Just take me home.”
Shit.
Looked like you were taking him into your car.
“Where do you live?” You hoped he didn’t live somewhere too far so you could get under the covers of your cozy blankets as soon as you could.
The boy cocked his head to the side and gazed at you in amusement. “Take me to your home.”
You were thankful it wasn’t summer just yet. Otherwise, mosquitoes would have entered your jaw-dropped mouth. Was he crazy? Why would anyone in their right mind ask to be taken to a complete stranger’s home? Especially one where you lived alone. “Why my home? Don’t you have one?”
He propped his upper body up with hands resting beside him, watching you with a dark glint in his eyes that you failed to notice. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
The boy was adamant and wouldn’t take no for a response, making you pray to the Lords that nothing bad would happen when taking home the pink haired whose name you learned was Taeyong.
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Your keys repeatedly failed to connect with the lock of your house. It was hard to when Taeyong’s intense gaze was fixed on your side profile. “Sorry,” you nervously chuckled. “I’m really tired from work,” you tried reasoning.
After struggling for a while, he snatched the key from your grasp and unlocked the door, pushing it open and inviting himself in. You stay rooted by the entrance, shocked that Taeyong casually opened the door and simply walked in as if it were his house.
Taeyong looked around your place, interested to see the soft-hearted person you were with various photos of your loved ones hanging on the walls.
“Do you need the first aid kit?” you asked.
He touched himself in the stomach and hissed. “Yeah.”
You nodded and went to search for the kit in the bathroom. When out of his sight, Taeyong plopped down on the sofa, letting out a long exhale and half smiled. He found it new and amusing with someone being concerned for his well-being.
With the kit in your hand, you took a moment to calm down your racing heart. Taeyong was not letting you feel comfortable for a reason that you failed to decipher. You met your gaze in the mirror and told yourself that nothing bad should happen. How could a wounded boy harm a girl?
You walked back into the living room and were relieved to see Taeyong resting on the sofa with his eyes closed. If he wanted to harm you, then he wouldn’t be lounging around like that. “I brought it.”
He hummed and opened one eye. “You can leave it there and head for bed,” he said nodding towards the small table in front of him.
“Don’t you need any help though?” What if he had any wounds on his back that he couldn’t reach?
Taeyong clicked his tongue. “I’ll be fine.”
“I have a guest bedroom. You can sleep there,” you offered.
He shook his head. “I’m fine here.”
“But the sofa isn’t-”
“I’m fine.”  
You bit back your tongue, letting him decide on his own what was best for him. It was odd that he wouldn’t opt for a bed to let his body relax and heal faster. “Okay, I’ll bring you a pillow and blanket then.”
“I don’t need them. That throw will be fine.” He pointed at one draped over the armchair.
Were you being too pushy? Why was this guy refusing everything that you were kindly offering? “Okay… I’ll head up then. G’night.” With that, you hurriedly went up to your refuge and finally called it a night.
Once the coast was clear, Taeyong pulled off his denim jacket and shirt over his head, observing his skin.
Flawless skin.
Not a single wound spotted.
You’re a cute one, he thought and smirked to himself.
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You took Taeyong out for shopping the next day, as per his so-called request. It was more of a demand. You didn’t understand why he was staying at your place but decided to keep your mouth shut and hoped that he’d leave you soon.
While you wandered around the cosmetics section, Taeyong left your side, his eyes catching interest of the sparkling diamonds department.
“Hello, sir. What would you like to see?” the woman behind the counter asked sweetly.
Taeyong paid no mind looking at her and locked his gaze on a specific 2 carat round eternity engagement ring in 14k white gold. “How much is that?” he pointed at the ring enclosed in the display case.
“Twenty-five thousand dollars, sir.”
Taeyong let out a whistle and propped his elbow on the casing. He turned around to search for you, finding you try on a couple of samples on your skin, and his lips curled up when seeing you pleased with the products.
The man not being by your side gave you some time to calm your heart down. You didn’t know why you felt that way with Taeyong when he hadn’t done anything to harm you. Something warned you from the inside to not trust him, even though he hadn’t done anything to invade your privacy at home. You were glad that he chose to sleep downstairs and so a part of you grew fond for him despite the short time.
Then what was this feeling that you probably made a grave mistake for helping him out last night?
You put away the product testers and searched for Taeyong, spotting the pink one easily as he leisurely passed by two security guards and picked out a pistol from its holder without them knowing.
“What the…” you breathed out. What was this guy going to do with a gun?
Taeyong made his way over to the fire alarm system and pulled it down. A loud, 3-beep pattern resonated throughout the store and numerous customers panicked, dashing out the building while the guards tried to figure out what was going on. The boy walked back to the diamonds where the employee was still there, frantically locking everything up before leaving for safety.
“Give me the ring,” Taeyong ordered. His blank expression made the woman not take him seriously and ignored him. Just when she was about to leave the counter, Taeyong held up the gun at her forehead and repeated. “Give me or I’ll shoot you.”
“B-But th-there’s a fire!” she cried. She didn’t want to die from the fire, or from the gunshot, or from her boss that she gave one of the most expensive rings away for free.
“There’s no fire. Quit wasting time or I’ll shoot.”
The guards caught up on the situation. “Hey you! Put that gun down or I’ll shoot you!” one said, while the other informed the situation through his walkie talkie.
Taeyong grabbed the woman in the blink of an eye, holding her as a shield with the gun pressed against her temple. “If you come near me, she dies.”
The guards backed away and held their hands up. “Okay okay! Let her go, man.”
I will, but after I get my ring, he thought.
He pulled the worker behind the counter, keeping her in front of him, and ordered her again. She obeyed, the fear of having to die from his gun scariest than any other consequence she’d have to face later. “D-Do you want the r-ring casing?”
“Just the damn ring.”
She handed it over with shaky hands. He shoved it inside the pocket of his jeans and shot the two guards down. The woman screamed and he pushed her away.
“Chill. I won’t kill you unless you get in my way.”
He sprinted to your rooted spot where you silently watched the scene unfold. Taeyong pulled you out of your shock self when he grabbed your hand and darted for the exit, letting your feet automatically respond to his action.
“Pass me the car key,” he instructed.
You didn’t want to, not when he shot two people in front of your eyes. But you chose to trust him than get caught now that you were technically his partner in crime. You both rushed to your car with him diving into the driver’s seat while you in the passenger. The police sirens could be heard from a distance and Taeyong wasted no time and slammed on the accelerator without putting on his seatbelt.
He went over the speed limit, overtaking the slower cars in the lanes as he tried to widen the gap between him and the flashing red and blue lights. A red traffic light was fast approaching, and cars were lined up ahead. But the boy made no plans to pull the brakes.
“You need to slow down!” you screamed.
The pink haired peeked at the rearview mirror, spotting the cops not too far behind them.
“Taeyong, stop!” Right before he could touch the stopped vehicles, he swerved the car abruptly to the empty lanes.
The lanes for the opposite direction.
You pulled at your hair, close to losing your sanity. “Are you fucking trying to kill us?”
The cops took a while to decide on the next course of action before following suit. He smirked, pleased with himself. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m good at this.”
Traffic was ongoing perpendicular to your direction and you were horrified with what the psycho was planning to do next. Without slowing the speed, Taeyong sped through the intersection once spotting an opening. Cars screeched to a stop and honked at the maniac driver.
This was a nightmare.
The very nightmare that the pink haired found thrilling.
Once on a street clear of any other vehicles besides yours and the police, you shouted, “I’m feeling fucking sick!”
“Hang in there. The show’s almost over.”
Wait…
What?
He checked the rearview again and the spacing was perfect. There were only two cars after them, making it easy for his plan to work.
Taeyong slammed the brakes and turned the steering wheel all the way, spinning the car 360 degrees. You screamed and held onto the handle tightly, shutting your eyes.
“Hold the wheel,” he said.
“What?”
He grabbed your hand and placed it on the steering wheel. “Hold it,” he directed. After you did, Taeyong pushed your head below the windows, clear from his aim. He lowered the glass barriers and shot at an incoming auto, aiming perfectly at the one in front of the other which resulted it to swerve out of control. This caused the one behind it to collide and flip over onto its roof. And not too long after-
BAAM!
It exploded into flames, ending the chase.
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Taeyong stepped out of your new car and you followed, slamming the door shut angrily. “Why the fuck did you do that?” Your eyes moisten from the intense anger that built up inside.
He rounded the vehicle and stopped in front of you, alarming you when he suddenly grabbed your hand.
You tried to yank your hand free, but his grip was tight. “What the hell are you doing?”
His hand dug in his pocket for the stolen ring and slid it onto your ring finger. “I got this for you,” he spoke quietly while admiring the beauty that rested on your hand.
Your rage died for a moment, puzzled that he’d do such a thing to get you a ring. “Why?” Tears fell from its place and you wailed. “Why did you do it?” You never asked for any of this, from the theft to the shootings, to him even changing your car at a dealership who he was well acquainted with.
Taeyong shrugged coolly as if it was no big deal. “Just felt like it. I saw it and I wanted to get it for you. Usually I steal cars, so be honoured that I stole a beauty like that for you.” He winked at you and walked inside your house.
You took a moment to scream your frustration out, almost kicking the car before deciding against it. Walking in, you found the boy sprawled on the sofa, eyes closed.
“If you wanted to get me it, then you should have paid for it like a normal person would!”
He peeked at you through one eye. “Do you know how much that’s worth?”
It was a no brainer that it was expensive. But exactly how much… “No.”
“Twenty-five grand.”
Talk about getting all the wind knocked out of your lungs. That was nearly how much you’d make in a year and you were not going to wear it.
Especially when it was involved in a criminal act.
You ripped it off your finger and chucked it at him. He swiftly caught it as if he expected that reaction from you.
“Get the fuck out of my house! And don’t you dare show me your face again!”
Taeyong slowly sauntered to you, a predatory look in his eyes. You backed away from him trying to keep a distance until your backside met the wall. He trapped you in his arms, resting his hands on either sides of your face and wore a smug smile. “I can. But what will happen to you?”
You blinked and attempted to gulp down the ball forming at the back of your throat. “W-What do you mean?”
He lifted one hand off and showed you the ring. “They’ll be looking for this and footage from the security cameras will show that there was a boy and a girl that left together with the ring.”
Oh crap.
“I’m an expert at running away without getting caught, sweetheart. But if you don’t want to get caught, then you’ll have to keep me around. I’ll make sure both of us will be safe.” Taeyong leaned close to your ear, whispering with a hot breath that sent a shiver down your spine, “It’s my specialty.”
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britishassistant · 4 years ago
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The Villainous Paranoiac Just Wants An Uneventful Holiday (Part 1)
This is not how you wanted to spend your break.
The school was supposed to be empty. Everyone except the Octavinelle trio was supposed to be gone.
Not to say you don’t enjoy your friends’ company but. No magic-using people means no magic-spewing overblots.
You were looking forward to just bringing the fairies their firewood and working on your winter homework while taking the first opportunity in a good long while to unwind with Grim and the ghosts. No investigations to worry about, no weird dreams to get worked up over, no overblots to frantically try and survive.
You wanted a break.
This? Marching 10km into the desert with the rest of Scarabia dorm for the third day in a row due to their leader’s looming psychotic breakdown? This is not a break.
Although...
There’s definetely something rotten in Scarabia dorm, you think to yourself as you watch Viper-senpai hand out skeins of water. Kalim-senpai had no problem using his unique magic yesterday, and yet today he acted like Grim had mortally insulted him when he asked for a repeat performance.
If the outburst had been after two or three other instances of Kalim-senpai using Oasis Maker and receiving what he felt were insufficient thanks for it, then his current attitude would make a little more sense. But taking umbrage after using it just once? And being universally praised by everyone else the rest of the day for it?
It doesn’t add up.
Even deranged behavior has some sort of internal logic to it, as Rosehearts-senpai and the Rules of the Queen of Hearts have taught you. Even with how nonsensical all 810 rules are, it’s rare to find a scenario where one rule actually conflicts with another— all of them usually work smoothly in tandem with the goal of having an orderly unbirthday party in mind.
Even if they do violate most forms of dignity and common sense.
Kalim-senpai’s behavior though? It’s erratic without rhyme or reason, bouncing from nice to mean and back again seemingly as he enters and exits a room. He insists you and Grim stay and participate in this asinine “training”, despite the fact that you both belong to a different dorm, and are technically rivals to Scarabia in Magift and exams.
If you didn’t know better, you’d say it’s almost like he’s trying to imitate Rosehearts-senpai before his overblot—and doing poorly at it.
And with how much Viper-senpai has been invoking parallels between the current situation and what happened back then...
The smartphone Crowley gave you is a cold, heavy weight in your pocket. Its charge ran out yesterday, which is unsurprising given how many times you dialed and redialed the dumb bird headmaster’s number only to be met with his voicemail. You can probably recite that stupid message by heart now. You’ve heard nothing from Ace and Deuce either.
One thing is clear; no one’s going to help you out of this mess but you.
“Kalim-senpai?” You brace yourself as you step towards him. “Can I ask you something?”
“What could you possibly question me about?” He barks, glaring down at you haughtily.
“Well, I was just wondering, what’s the point of all this?” You fight to keep your nerve as his posture stiffens. “I don’t mean any disrespect, none at all, but you do want everyone to do better in Magift and exams, don’t you? I was hoping you could explain to me how the parades and defensive magic training are supposed to do that. I apologize for my ignorance, I’m nowhere near as smart as you, but could you please tell me why we don’t just practice Magift and brush up on the class material inst—”
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Your head’s ringing.
You think you hear faint yelling, though it sounds like it’s coming from somewhere far away.
Your cheek aches.
Numbness blooming into a sharp stinging throb that feels like it’s growing with every second that passes, burning hotter than the sun above you.
You cautiously poke your tongue against your teeth, but none feel loose, thank the Seven.
Damn, the desperate, near-hysterical thought flits through your head. Even a pampered rich boy like him has strength behind his hits, huh?
The rest of you is just trying to process what the Hell just happened.
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“How. Dare. You?!”
Asim-sama looms over you, red eyes burning with fury.
It’s a fight to keep yourself from curling into a terrified ball under his gaze, tucking into yourself as though seeing less of you would abate the anger, the shouting, the hurt, like you used to when you were a child.
“You dare to question my methods, my leadership of this dorm?! You? A sniveling street rat leeching off my hospitality?! Do you know who I am?!” He rages. “I am Kalim al-Asim! I am the Head of this dorm! I don’t have to explain ANYTHING, justify ANYTHING to the likes of you!!”
You knew, you knew you were pushing your luck when you first asked, but you thought it would just be yelling, like it was before. You can handle yelling, nothing Asim-sama can say could ever be worse than what you’ve already heard.
You didn’t think he’d hit you.
You didn’t think he’d hit you.
You didn’t think—
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“DON'T YOU TOUCH MY MINION, FGNAH!”
Your arm whips out almost on instinct.
You jolt forward slightly as Grim collides with it, hissing and spitting like he really was an irate cat, the flames in his ears flaring brightly enough that some detached part of you is worried about getting burned.
The other Scarabia students are reaching for their magic pens.
“Lemme at ‘im! Lemme at ‘im!!” Your friend howls, fighting to get past you. “Forget butt on fire, I’ll BURN IT TO A CRISP FOR HURTING MY MINION!! I'LL STEAL EVERYTHING YOU HAVE AND SELL IT FOR LUXURY TUNA!! THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR CROSSING THE GREAT GRIM—”
“No, Grim.”
Your friend halts in his flailing to stare uncomprehendingly at you. “But Yuu—!”
“It was my fault.” You say, trying to keep as much emotion out of your voice as possible. Tears and trembling only show weakness, only make them worse. “Asim-sama was just correcting me. He was right to do so. I shouldn’t have questioned him. I overstepped my bounds.”
Asim-sama sniffs. “At least you know your place. Be glad I don’t punish you anymore than this.”
“What?! He slapped you for asking a question, you can’t possibly believe—” You gather Grim into your arms and hug him close. You quietly thank the Great Seven you at least have him, trying to hide the quiver in your limbs by burying your face in his fur.
But that’s exactly why you can’t let him do this. It’s just the two of you, you can’t win against an entire dorm of wizards like you did against the ghosts. Maybe if Ace and Deuce and Jack were here...but it’s just you. You need to protect your friend in the only way you can. “We can’t win this. Please, Grim.”
You feel him grumble, then a paw carefully pushes at your forehead. “Hrm...I’ll show mercy for now, so geroff already. It’s too hot for you to keep hugging me like this, I’m cooking here fgnah.”
Despite saying so, he settles onto your shoulder, tail smacking your arm as it flicks irritably.
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“If you’ll excuse me, Asim-sama.” You duck your head slightly. “I will remove myself from your sight and head back early as penance for my behavior. Once again, my deepest apologies for insulting you.”
Asim-sama gives you a curt, dismissive nod.
You turn and make your way through the crowd of Scarabia students, snatches of muttered conversations floating to your ears.
“How could he—?”
“Just for a question?”
“Isn’t that going too far...?”
“Unforgivable...”
“Prefect.” Viper-senpai takes you by the shoulder, turning you to face him. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” You reply monotonously, eyes on the sand below you. “Just...just need to be by myself for a bit.”
His lips purse and you can feel him study your face. He presses a full water skein into your hands. “Take this. Even if it’s not as cold as I’d like, it should help with the swelling some. Plus you need to stay hydrated out there.”
“Thank you, Viper-senpai.” You nod, keeping your eyes down.
“And Prefect?” He squeezes your shoulder, voice lowering only a fraction. “I am truly sorry about this. All of this. It will not happen again, you have my word.”
It would’ve been a nice apology, had you not caught a glimpse of a smirk on his face.
You nod, making sure not to outwardly react to that or to the way the whispers of the other Scarabia students turn from the condemnation of their dorm head to the exaltation of the vice dorm head. You begin following the tracks in the sand back to the main dorm.
The sun beats down on your back as you take a swig from the skein and pass it to Grim to drink from. He’s still grumbling about how you should’ve let him recreate his rampage at the entrance ceremony.
For your part, the distance and good company have let you pull yourself out of that headspace enough that you can try and look back objectively on what happened.
Your mind keeps circling back around to one question: why did Asim-senpai hit you?
Based on your interactions before this, Asim-senpai doesn’t seem to be the type to resort to physical violence as a first response, or even a last one. Which means something in your question likely backed him into a corner enough that the normally pacifistic dorm head felt lashing out physically was the only way to get you to stop.
...Like the fact that he couldn’t answer it?
Even when screaming abuse at you, his ultimate response was that he wouldn’t explain himself to you. Is that because he didn’t want to? Or because he couldn’t? Does Asim-senpai himself not know the reasons behind his own actions? But how can someone act without knowing or meaning to, without being under the influence somehow?
Under the influence.
People acted without knowing or meaning to thanks to being under the influence of Buchie-senpai’s Unique Magic during the Magift incident. But he went home, you saw him leave, so what...?
You pull out your notebook, flipping through the pages with sweaty hands until you get to your records of the testimonies from the incident. You scan through the testimonies from Scarabia students, hoping to find something, anything—
Oh.
Oh.
“Motherfucker.” You hiss, staring at the page in dismay. You are an idiot. You are the biggest idiot, you make Deuce look like a genuis, how could you forget about this?? It was only the key testimony that helped pinpoint Buchie-senpai and Savannahclaw as the culprits behind the injuries. And it explains so much— why you kept agreeing to stay here despite wanting to go back to Ramshackle so desperately, almost like your mouth was speaking without your consent.
“Minion?” Grim asks, pushing the water skein back onto you. “What’s wrong?”
You snap your notebook shut and slide it back into your pocket, taking another fortifying swig from the skein. “Grim? Think we can get back soon enough to work on the escape route in our room before the others arrive back for lunch?”
“If we pick up the pace a bit, yeah.” He hops back onto your shoulder. “But what’s the rush? We have all night tonight to work on it.”
“Let’s just say the sooner we can get out of here, the better.” You mutter, cogs and gears turning in your head as a tentative plan begins to form.
This is not how you wanted to spend your winter break.
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tooweirdforyou · 3 years ago
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Chapter One » Target
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A/N : obviously my starting out isn’t going to go well but I’m sure it’ll get better, hopefully. Let’s just hope! And enjoy!
and I know I mentioned who would be included in here, but I’d like to know your thoughts if there are any characters you wish to have as love interests! :> it’s so I can confirm and get an idea.
Masterlist | Chapter Two
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MULTI-BILLIONAIRE CEO PASSES ON — [LASTNAME] INC. TO FALL?
“[Name] [LastName]? I heard her father passed away last week.”
“No way, the [LastName] corporation is bound to fall without their CEO, what’s going to happen now? Is she going to take over?”
“She’s so young, I doubt they’ll hand everything to her. She doesn’t have the backbone to handle it.”
Walking past the gossiping pair, you tilt your head to the side and after a minute of walking, your shoulders relax and you heave a sigh.
“People don’t have anything better to do but gossip.” You thought, expression holding a look of disinterest, as you glance down at your necklace.
The only memory you had of your mother.
It was a simple, small and cylinder-like key, silver and hooked onto a thin silver chain. As if it was some sort of screw, in other words. Too bad you never found out what the key actually led to or unlocked.
Not like you actually looked around though.
If it wasn’t the last thing you had of your mother, you probably would’ve thrown it away by now.
Tucking the necklace inside your shirt, you make it to an ice cream stand on the street and stop in front of it, standing behind a tall ravenette.
It seems like it’ll be a while before the male would choose something though. You purse your lips and look to the side. ‘Maybe I should just go..’
“Oh, my apologies, miss. You can go on ahead, I’m actually waiting for a friend, I’m not in line.”
You look back to the male and found the freckled face smiling at you kindly. Blinking, you glance at where he was standing and where the vendor was, and felt a blush creeping up onto your cheeks. “Oh..”
‘So i’m just stupid.. idiot.’ You internally curse yourself before nodding at the tall male. “Er.. sorry. Thanks.”
He merely chuckles and waves it off, returning to his phone that was in his hand as you move ahead to the vendor behind the stand.
“What can I get ya?”
You ponder for a few seconds before stating what you wanted from the ice cream vendor. Once the salesman gets your desired ice cream, you hand the cash over to him and take the ice cream.
Gripping the fabric of your mask, you pull it down to your chin to reveal your face and lift the ice cream to your lips.
Thanking the man, you walk away and just as you proceed to take a bite, a sudden loud crash interrupts your process. ‘Gunshots?’
Screams erupt from people around, some quick to start running away, others freeze still in fear at the sight.
Before you could even do a thing, shouts are heard and running figures chasing after a speeding bike.
“Ace, it’s time to go!”
Amidst the shouts and screams, the motorbike pulls up near you and the freckled man from before is quick to hop onto the back, behind the one driving. “Marco? What happened?!”
“I’ll explain later, just get on!”
“Hey! Stop right there!”
“Don’t shoot, you can hurt the civilians!”
The blonde behind the drivers seat, his hair a little messy and half-lidded eyes, held a cigarette between his teeth clicks his tongue and revs up the gas. “Shit.. hold on!”
Just before they drove off, you made direct eye contact with the blonde for a brief second before he broke it.
With that, the bike begins to drive off with speed, the men in white-clad police uniforms with guns strapped on their backs continue to chase them before stopping in defeat once the motorcycle was out of sight.
“Damn it! We were so close to capturing one of the Whitebeard members!”
“Forget about it, we need to get back to headquarters. Let’s go.”
The men began to retreat back, you just standing still in shock at the event that just occurred and ended in like five minutes.
‘What the hell?’
Slowly biting your ice cream that was melting in your mouth and a bit on your hand, you look back at where the bike had disappeared to.
Your mind wanders back to the blonde from before. “What was with that look?.. Did he recognize me?..”
Muttering to yourself, you continue to eat your dessert, deciding to make way back to your place, before your father’s assistant could lecture you.
‘This is why I don’t leave the house.’
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“Miss [Lastname], you’re back early this time.”
You plop yourself onto the couch of your living room once you made it and laid down, heaving a heavy sigh. “Yeah.”
Pulling off the black mask around your ears, you laid it on your chest and shut your eyes.
“Any particular reason?” The raspy, deep voice asks from the hall, coming into the living room and standing at the entrance, his eyes taking a look at your sprawled form on the couch.
Sitting up slightly to get a better look at the assistant, you watch him stare just as intensely back at you with his sharp dark eyes.
Axel.
The male was dressed in dress shoes, black slacks and a ironed white button up, with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows. He had rounded, silver thin framed glasses that rest just above the bridge of his nose. His tousled black hair brushed over his eyes a bit, and if you didn’t know better, you would’ve assumed Axel was a CEO owner himself.
But he was nothing but an assistant to one. Or, formerly was. You were surprised he still stuck around after your father passed.
Keeping the eye contact for a few more seconds, you shut your eyes and turn onto your side, facing the backrest of the couch. “No, just didn’t feel like receiving a lecture from you.”
The scoff that escapes his lips is heard as his footsteps come towards you.
“You deserve my lectures, you always seem to forget them.” He says, picking up the mess of magazines on the coffee table and stacking them neatly together.
“I can’t forget something I don’t bother remembering, so— ACK!”
Axel is quick to roll up one of the magazines and whack the back of your head without hesitance, a slight scowl on his lips. “Perhaps you should start remembering then!”
You sent a glare to the older male and rub your head to soothe the pain, keeping shut to prevent yourself from possibly getting even more hurt.
“Now, come on. Get dressed so we can get going to meet the lawyers.”
Furrowing your brows, you look at him in confusion, watching him place the magazines away onto the shelf. “Lawyers, what for?”
He tilts his head behind him to glance at your expression. “Your father’s will. To confirm your inheritance of his belongings so you can be given all his things.”
“Ah....” You then lay back down with force and groan out. “No way! I don’t want to handle all that! Why don’t you just take it?”
“Take everything that the owner of the [Lastname] company owns? No, thank you.” Axel mutters, pushing up his glasses with his index finger from the side.
“You don’t want it?”
“I don’t think I’m capable of handling something like that, much less when I’m not supposed to in the first place. Besides, my hands are full with taking care of a helpless, troublesome, lazy-ass toddler.”
“Oh? Who?” You smugly feign innocence whilst turning away, causing Axel to roll his eyes as he brushes a gloved hand into his black locks of hair.
“Funny. Now, if you don’t get your ass up, Miss [Lastname],” he clears his throat loudly. “We’ll be late to discuss your father’s will with the lawyers.”
“You’re so mean sometimes.. what kind of assistant are you?”
Ignoring your sulking, Axel proceeds to walk away to start the car, but not before releasing a soft sigh at the female.
“What am I going to do with you?..”
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With the Straw Hats Crew «
“What do you think, Luffy?”
The navigator looks to their captain on the end of the dining table, rolling up the newspaper in her hand after reading the headlines aloud.
The male was busy shoveling meat into his mouth to listen but merely nods. “Sure! *omn nom* Sounds like an adventure!”
“God, you’re hopeless...”
The archaeologist lets out a little giggle. “He never ceases to amuse.”
“If we get our hands on that treasure, we can have everything?” The long-nosed questions, crossing his arms and the taller, Afro-wearing man laughs. “Yohoho~ how exciting!”
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With the Heart Crew «
“The chance to have everything you could desire..”
“Wealth, power, love..”
The big polar bear in an orange-clad jumpsuit hums. “Should we try to acquire it, Captain? It won’t be easy.”
The doctor / leader of the group leaned against the wall silently, arms crossed as he thought about it, the newspaper headlines laid across the table.
“We’ll have to come up some plans to get it, considering we’ll have to make contact with her somehow.”
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With the Kid Crew «
“To get the chance to have all power and money in the world, huh?” The red-head smirks dangerously as he listens to his right hand discuss the newspaper article.
“Think this through, Kid. Won’t be easy to capture the girl, and I’m sure we aren’t the only ones looking to get this treasure.” The masked blonde warns, but the red-head wasn’t listening.
“How unfortunate for her to have to experience such a thing, but I will get my hands on her and that treasure, no matter what it takes.”
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With the Whitebeard Crew «
“I see..”
The tall, older, white haired man comments as he sits in his chair, hands resting in his lap.
“We actually drove by her on our way here after the run-in with the police. Eating ice cream.” The blonde says, shifting his weight and resting a hand on his hip.
“And you’re positive it was her?” A tall orange-haired male questions, wearing a yellow foulard.
The freckled man nods, smiling a bit. “I’m sure. She stood behind me in line, thinking it was to get ice cream.” He laughs lightly at the memory.
Another voice chimes in, belonging to a rather beautiful man with a sexy deep voice. “Well, if it truly is her, I guess we won’t have to look far. Question is, how we’ll get in touch with her again.”
The older, bigger man in front merely laughs. “Not a problem, my sons. Leave it to me.”
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With the Police «
“It’s a danger to have that so carelessly around, if it lands into the wrong hands, we can have a tragedy.” The rice-cracker eating leader states, arms crossed as he stares hard at the picture of the female under the headlines.
“So you intend to confront her about her father’s belongings, then?” The old man on the couch of his office asks, picking his nose with disinterest.
“E-Excuse me, sir.. but would it be in the wrong hands.. if Miss [LastName] is supposed to inherit her father’s things?..” the pink-haired male shyly asks, sweating a little bit in fear of having interrupt the two.
“We don’t know for sure, that is why I insist we should hold her here for questioning and her intentions!”
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With the Revolutionaries «
“It’ll be interesting, to say the least.” The blonde with goggles around his top hat hums, a smile present on his lips as he leans back in his chair.
The brunette female with a bright smile just sighs. “Thats for sure. No doubt that everyone will be having their eyes on that one of a kind opportunity. What should we do?”
“My, my, imagine being able to wield such power! No wonder her bounty is so high in the black market! Going for over a billion beli’s!” The extravagant purple haired man exclaims. “I must meet her face to face!”
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“Ah— Achoo!”
Sniffling, you rub your nose and let out a sigh, groaning slightly.
“Oi, you better not be sick, Miss [Lastname]. We don’t need you to be catching a cold at this time. I’m not going to be taking care of you.” Axel warns, eyes lingering on you and you huff in annoyance.
“Shut up, Axel..”
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taglist : @deputy-videogamer
a/n : hi! I’d love to know what you think of this so far and what you think of Axel! I might post this on Quotev as well but I can’t say for sure.
So it’s not great, but not horrible, but regardless, I hope you enjoyed it! :>
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anagentinwriting · 4 years ago
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Lifeline - Part 8
Summary: (First Responders!AU) Moving to Los Angeles and living with your brother, Thor, was never part of your plan nor was being a 9-1-1 dispatcher, but plans change when you are faced with your own emergencies. In your case, it was leaving behind a relationship that wasn’t as perfect as it seemed. Will this be the fresh start you were hoping for or will your past find a way to catch up with you?
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Odinson!Sister Reader
Word Count: 3900+
Warnings: Language, car accident, angst, fluff, threats
Lifeline Masterlist / Main Masterlist
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You were never the person that loved working out. You hated getting up early and going for a run, having believed that’s what most people did to stay in shape. You never really put much thought into it, but after training with Val, you gained a whole new respect for those who trained people for a living. She would take you through the process of warming up and getting your muscles ready, followed by the hard workout and a cool down. Val has really upped your confidence, too, and she isn’t afraid to push you to your limits and show you what you are capable of. 
“Girl, you’re killing it for only coming here for 2 weeks.”
“Thanks, that means a lot.”
“I remember the first week you came, it was rough, but it usually is for everyone.  Now, I think you could kick a few of my client's asses, who have been training with me for longer than you have. You’re a quick learner, and you listen to what I am saying and want to improve your skills.”
“That’s what I am paying you for,” you chuckled, getting a laugh out of Val.
“This is true,” she nodded. “Heard from a little birdie that you got Steve into bed not once but twice. How was he?” she winked, wiggling her eyebrows. 
“What? Who told you that?” 
“The guys were talking about it at work. Steve got all red in the face. It was cute.”
“Well, I hate to disappoint, but it’s not what you think. We were shopping for a bed, he found a good one, I ended up getting that one, and then I set it up at my place, and we tested it out again. There was no fonduing of any sort.”
“Okay, whatever you say.” She rolled her eyes. “But, if you are interested, Steve is a helluva good guy.”
“I know,” you smirked, staring at the ground and biting your lip.
“Now, if that look could talk.” Your eyes flashed to hers, spotting a knowing smirk on her face.
“I’m done talking about this.” You shake your head. “But, I’ll see you in a couple of days or sooner, depending if I want to take on the punching bag again.”
“We are always open,” she chuckled. You zipped up your bag, giving her a small hug before heading out. “Say hi to Steve for me, will you?” 
“You got it,” you shouted, rolling your eyes and walking out of the gym.
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“Have you talked to your girl lately?” Bucky asked Steve as they played pool at the station.
“First off, she is not my girl, but we have texted a few times.”
“Thought you would want to be more involved with her since you got her into bed twice last week,” Sam winked.
“Come on, guys, it's not like that.” Steve shook his head, fighting the smile on his face as he leaned against the pool cue.
“You're right, it's more than that,” Bucky smirked, lining up for a shot, but missed the pocket. 
“Says the one dating…”
“A woman,” Bucky finished for Steve, glaring at him.
“Wait, you’ve been dating someone?” Sam asked, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at him. “And this is the first I am hearing of this.”
“It’s only been for a little while.” Bucky shrugged, watching Steve hit his ball into the pocket. “She’s great; super quick-witted, a spitfire, and a badass.” Bucky smiled to himself, making Sam roll his eyes. 
“Happy for you man, I can't wait to meet her.”
“Really?” Bucky seemed taken aback.
“Yeah because then I can ask her why she is with you? Doesn't she know there are more options besides you in this world.”
“Yet, you still don't have a girlfriend with all the single women in LA.”
“I am waiting for the right one.”
“But, she'll never come”
Steve closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath when the station alarm started ringing. Everyone dropped what they were doing, suited up, and got into the truck to head to the scene.
“We have a car accident involving a Honda CRV off Topanga Canyon Boulevard. The call came in via the Hondalink after their car went off the road and slammed through a guard rail. With the heavy rain happening, it’s not surprising,” Carol stated into her headset before giving orders to the team.
On-site, Sam and Val got to work on helping the victim. She was still breathing but was unconscious. Bucky got the jaws of life and was able to get the door open as they pulled the young lady out and onto a stretcher. Val grabbed her purse from the car and followed behind Bucky and Sam as they carried her to the ambulance. 
Danvers stared at the old Chevrolet car, rubbing her lips together, trying to process something.
“You alright, Ace?” Steve asked.
“This isn’t the right vehicle. This isn’t the car that called in.”
“But this vehicle went over the guard rail on the same route as the dispatcher mentioned,” Bucky added, pointing at the car. “What are the odds two cars on the same route experienced the same accident?”
“Not likely, but the call came in via Hondalink from a Honda CRV. This car is too old to be equipped with such a system, and it’s the wrong make and model.” 
“What are you saying?”
“We have to split up and find the other car. I’m going to get in touch with dispatch and see if Hondalink has GPS coordinates for the CRV and get another ambulance here. Thor, go with Sam to the hospital and leave Val here in case we need a paramedic. Now let’s split up and search.”
Steve and Bucky started down the hill, taking each step with caution as the ground continued to get slippery from the pouring rain. Steve stumbled over a tree root but caught himself on a tree. He looked to his right, seeing a flowing river and something that shouldn't be there. 
“Buck-” Steve pointed at the river.
Bucky stopped behind him, looking out to where Steve was pointing. “How did the CRV end up…” Bucky started to say, but Steve was already stumbling down the hill, rushing to the bottom. At the edge of the wide river, Steve noticed how the whole back half of the vehicle was underwater, and if he didn’t look close enough, he would’ve missed it. The hood was visible as if it was caught on something and sitting at a slant, keeping the passenger and driver side windows afloat. 
Steve didn’t waste any time, tossing his jacket and boots alongside the riverbank, jumping in. “STEVE, WAIT,” Bucky called, reaching the bottom, fumbling for his radio. “Ace, we located the CRV in the river. We’re gonna need assistance, but Steve and I are heading out to the vehicle now.”
“We are on our way,” she replied. “Be safe.”
"GODAMMIT, STEVE, WAIT UP," Bucky shouted, noticing Steve halfway to the car already. “You and your damn impulse decisions.”
The current was stronger than Steve was expecting, but he wasn't sure how much longer the car would stay in place. "Hello, is anyone in there," Steve called, swimming up to the vehicle. He quickly assessed the situation and realized the car's front tires were braced against a rock bed. How the vehicle ended up like this; he still wasn’t sure. He looked around at the landscape, noticing a busted guardrail not far from them.
"HELP, WE’RE IN HERE," a male voice screamed.
Steve swam to the driver's side door to see a man with an unconscious teenage girl in the passenger seat, he could only assume she was the man’s daughter. There was still a big enough air pocket that they could breathe, but the water level was rising, and the current would continue to pull the car farther underwater.
"I'm Fireman Steve Rogers from the LAFD, and we’re gonna get you out of here. Are you hurt anywhere?'
"I'm fine, but I don't know about my daughter. Please help her first." 
Steve nodded as he swam over to the passenger side. He reached up to check her pulse and realized it was weak. "She’s breathing, must’ve got knocked out after crashing through the guard rail, right?"
“It all happened so fast. One second I could see the road, but then the next second, it was as if it disappeared, and we were sliding over the cliff and into the river.”
“It's okay, help is here, just stay calm for me,” Steve reassured, looking over the hood of the car to see Bucky approaching and he tilted his head to the driver's seat. 
"Hi, sir, I'm Fireman Bucky Barnes, what’s your name?”
“Adrian, and that’s my daughter Liz.”
“Okay, well, we are going to cut the seat belt from you…”
“What about my daughter?”
“Steve will do the same for her.” Bucky nodded at him. “We are gonna work together and try to get you both out at the same time.”
“Oh okay, but....” Adrian's voice drifted.
“Trust us, okay, I know it’s hard because we just met, but we’ll get you both out.” Bucky nodded his head a bunch, hoping to calm Adrian down. “We're gonna cut these seat belts and pull you both out to safety, okay?”
“Okay,” he said with tears peaking at the corner of her eyes. “Promise me, that you will get my daughter out.” 
“We promise,” Steve replied with a reassuring nod.
“And if I don’t get out of here, tell her and her mother, I loved them both.”
“You can tell them that when we get you both out of here.”
“Okay, okay, okay,” he sighed, squeezing his eyes shut.
Steve looked at Bucky, counting to three, and in unison, cut the seat belts. Steve was able to pull Liz to safety and keep her head above water. The car shifted slightly as Steve glanced to the driver’s seat to see Adrian still inside.
“I guess this is the part where I tell you my leg's pinned, and you tell me that you’re not gonna be able to get me out,” Adrian breathed, shaking his head. 
“Steve, get her to safety, and I’ll figure this out.”
“Don't do anything stupid until I get back,” Steve replied, swimming her to the shore where Val, Carol, and another paramedics team was waiting. 
“Her pulse is weak, but she's breathing. I don’t know if she sustained any other injuries, but she’s been unconscious since they hit the water.”
“Thanks. We got it from here,” the woman whose nameplate read Mantis answered while the big guy beside her nodded at him. They got her onto a stretcher, and Steve looked back out to see the CRV still afloat.
“Steve, you okay with getting back out there to help Barnes, or should I send Val.”
“No, I’m good, I’m good,” he breathed with his hands on his hips. “I got this,” He nodded, diving back into the water and swimming back out to the car. 
The rain started to come down harder, forcing him to squint his eyes, unable to see Bucky by the driver’s side door. He swam a little farther, and all of a sudden, the car was out of his view. “Crap.” Steve swam faster, yelling Bucky’s name, but no one responded. Once he got to the rock bed that held the car in place, he went under, but he couldn’t see anything under the water. He resurfaced for a deeper breath and dived back down. 
Swimming further down, he could see what looked like headlights on a car.  He swam closer to the front end to see Bucky working from inside the car to get Adrian’s leg free. Steve swam towards the driver's side when Adrain pushed himself out the window. He started swimming up, but Steve noticed how he wasn’t moving one of his legs. Bucky swam out the window, shooting Steve a knowing look before resurfacing. Adrian coughed, trying to stay afloat when Bucky grabbed him and started swimming towards shore. 
"You had to do something stupid, didn't you," Steve asked, swimming next to him.
“Can’t let you have all the fun,” he smirked, forcing Steve to shake his head.
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“911, what’s your emergency?”
“I’m at Gas and Grub on West Florence Avenue, and a man is robbing the store.”
“Sending a unit to your area now.” You switched over and signaled the closest officer nearby. “I need all available units at Gas and Grub near West Florence Avenue. There is a robbery in progress.” 
“10-4, 1578 in route to Gas and Grub,” an officer replied as you switched back to the caller.
“Units are on their way. Is everything okay? Are you safe?”
“Yes, I am hiding on the end of one of the aisles,” the voice replied. “The man is wearing a mask, holding a gun, and yelling at the cashier.  He’s asking for all the money in the register, some cigarettes, oh a bottle of Jack, too.”
“Okay, just stay where you are until help arrives.”
“I will,” he breathed. “Shit, the cops are coming in now. Damn…they were fast.” The caller hung up, and the line went dead.
“At least this one ended on a happy note...I think,” you sighed, stretching your hands over your head. You didn’t think you would be this sore today after working out, but you were wrong. Every movement you made sent a numb throbbing pain to that area. Val really did a number on you. You took a quick sip of your water and got resituated when another call came in. 
“911, what’s your emergency?” 
“My neighbor is listening to rap music, and I can’t hear myself think. It’s getting really annoying.”
“Have you tried going over and asking them to turn it down?”
“Well, no.”
“Why don’t you try that and then call the non-emergency line next time. No sense in calling 911 if it’s not a life or death situation.”
“Okay, I guess I’ll go talk to them.”
“Good luck,” you sighed, rolling your eyes and hanging up. “Fucking nuisance calls.”
“Hey, YN,” Bruce greeted, coming over to your station.“We have a caller on the line asking for you specifically. Are you available to take it?”
“Yeah, of course, put them through.” He nodded, typing on your computer, and you hit the spacebar. “Hi, this is 911 dispatcher YN, how can I help you today?”
“Hi, YN, it’s Nat.”
“Why are you calling through my 911 line and not my phone?” You nodded to Bruce, silently saying, you got it covered, and he walked away.
“It’s kind of a tricky situation, you see. Um…can you just come to 1917 Grand Boulevard when your shift is done, in like ten minutes? It’s important.”
“Is everything okay?
“Yeah, it’s fine. It’s not an emergency emergency, but more a friend asking a friend for help, and the only number I have memorized these days is 911, hence why I called you.”
“Yeah, I’ll head that way when my shift is done.”
“Thanks, the spare key is under the plant by the front door.”
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You pulled up to the address Nat gave you, seeing a two-story modern chic house with black and wooden accents. You walked up to the front door, tilting one of the plants, and grabbed the key attached to the bottom. You opened the front door, and the first thought that came to you was a bachelor pad, but it wasn't sports memorabilia hanging on the walls, no. It was NASA and Star Wars memorabilia. Who the hell was Nat ‘hanging out’ with?
“I’m here, where are you?” You shouted through the empty house.
“Upstairs and the second door on the right,” she called back.
“Who’s house is this? It’s like a major nerd bachelor pad. Does this guy work for NASA or something? I never considered planets to be art, but then again...” your voice drifted off, looking at some more space art on the walls. 
You pushed the second door on the right open, and your eyes widened, seeing what was in front of you. One of Nat’s hands was handcuffed to one of Bucky’s, and it was wrapped around the headboard with no way of getting out. They were both still covering the goods, but Bucky’s shirt was off, and Nat was just in her bra and underwear. 
“So, I’m a nerd fanboy with a terrible taste in art?” Bucky inquired, narrowing his eyes at you.
“Don’t you dare laugh,” Nat said, glaring at you.
Your whole body started to shake, trying to keep from laughing and only nodding your head, but you couldn’t hold it in any longer. You bent over, hands on your knees and started laughing. “I thought… I thought you two hated each other,” you wheezed between breaths, pointing at them.
“Until she realized she wanted my…”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” she threatened, covering her hand over his mouth. “And if I remember right, you came onto me.”
He scoffed. “You wish.”
She rolled her eyes. “Can you grab the key from my belt, right there?”
You shake your head, digging around in her police belt. “How long has this been going on?” You asked once you found the key.
“Not long, maybe a month or two,” Nat answered with a half shrug.
“A month, really? So, when you guys were yelling at each other at the bar, you were…”
“Call it foreplay,” Bucky winked, forcing Nat to smirk.
“Does Steve know?”
“Who do you think we tried calling first?” 
“Oh, so I’m second best.”
“We didn’t call Steve, YN. I don’t want his judgy eyes on me for this.”
“Yeah, we didn’t call him,” Bucky confirmed. “But, I texted him.”
“YOU WHAT,” Nat yelled, giving him a hard glare.
“He won’t care. He's my best friend; besides, he’s gotten me out of similar situations before.”
“That’s not helping your case right now,” she sighed, crossing her arm across her chest.
“Hey, Buck, is everything, alright?” Steve asked, walking in as his eyes grew wide. “When did--” he cleared his throat to keep from laughing “--when did this happen?”
“A month or so ago,” Bucky answered. 
“Nat is the woman you have been talking to me about for weeks.” Steve put his hands on his hips, shaking his head.  “Wow, I never would have guessed this.”
“You told him about us?”
“No, I just told him I was seeing this woman and how I might have a thing for her. It’s nothing.” Bucky shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal, making Nat smirk at him.
“Alright, so let’s get this awkward situation over with and get you two unlocked then.” You walked over with the key in your hand, but Nat stopped you.
“Oh no! I didn’t say unlock us. I just want them in my reach. We aren't done yet.” Nat winked at Bucky, and his face lit up like a Christmas tree. 
“Okay, I see how it is,” you smirked, setting the key on the table. “You two kids have fun now.” 
“Don’t speak a word of this to anyone, either of you.” Nat pointed at you and Steve with a harsh glare. 
“Scout’s honor,” Steve signaled with a soft laugh.
“No promises,” you smiled with a chuckle before walking out the door with Steve in tow. You closed the door behind you and followed Steve down the stairs.
“I will say, I didn’t think I’d see the day those two got together,” Steve added, shaking his head as he reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Yeah, me either,” you shrugged. “Here I thought,  Nat hated him.”
“Same.” You two walked in silence to the front door. “Doing anything fun tonight?”
“No, I think I had enough excitement for one night,” you chuckled, locking the front door and putting the key back under the plant. “You?”
“Ah, no. Heading home to watch a movie with Cosmo.”
“Ahh cute, how is the doggy doing?”
“He’s getting better, not as skittish anymore, so that’s an improvement.”
“That’s awesome. Well, don’t let me keep you away from your date. Besides, I have a long-needed shower and a Netflix browsing session to get to.”
“Browsing session?”
“You know when you just scroll through everything and can’t find anything to watch, but you find some other things to watch that get added to the list, but nothing like I need to watch this now, kind of movie.”
“Haha, I have those nights sometimes. Happy browsing, YN.”
“Bye, Steve.” you waved, getting into your car. 
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After a long day at work and a much-needed shower, you sat down on your couch with a bowl full of popcorn and a glass of wine in hand and turned on Netflix. You clicked through your list a few times when your phone started ringing. Glancing at the screen, you didn’t recognize the number, but it was a California area code, so you figured it was someone from work. “Hello.” 
“Hey.” 
“Who is this?”
“YN, you know who this is.” Once he said your name, you recognized his voice. You could feel your heart start to race, sending the increasing rhythm to your ears. Your breathing grew heavy and shaky, and it did very little to calm your racing heart. 
“How--” you gulped “--how did you get this number?”
“Does it matter? When are you coming home?”
“I’m not….I’m not coming home.” Your hands started to trumble, feeling tears well up in your eyes.
“YOU DON'T GET TO DECIDE THAT. I DECIDE,” he shouted into your ear, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut, causing a few tears to slide down your cheeks.  “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have shouted. I miss you, and so do all our friends here.” You shake your head, trying to steady your breathing. “They keep asking me where you are, and all I can tell them is that you went on a little vacation with Loki, and then they ask why I didn’t go with you,” he sighed. “You made me feel like an idiot because I wasn’t with you and didn’t know where you were. Do you know what that feels like?” You gulped, trying to find the words to say something, anything, but they never came. “I’m your husband, and I deserve to know when you’re coming back.”
“I told you, I’m not,” your voice cracked. 
“So, that’s how it’s gonna be. I do this for a living, remember YN, what makes you think I don’t already know where you are?” He went silent for a moment, adding to your frightened state. “When I do come for you, you better hope I am in a better fucking mood because, right now, I want to fucking kill you!”
You hung up, throwing your phone on the couch. The hair on your arms stood up, and your hands were shaking. You pulled your knees to your chest, crying. You felt so small and weak. It felt like all the progress you made up until this point didn’t matter because once you heard his voice, you were right back to where you started; stepping on eggshells, watching what you say, trying to be the perfect couple in everyone else’s eyes. 
Someone knocking on the door makes you jump and stare wide-eyed at the door. You sniffled, wiping the tears from your eyes, and slowly stood up. The knocking continued to get louder, sending a dull ringing in your ears. You went to the hall closet to grab the wooden baseball bat and went over to answer the door. This is when you wish the door had a peephole or that there were windows by the door, so you could see who it was, but there was nothing to see who was on the other side. You took a deep breath and opened the door with the bat ready to swing.
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AN: Thanks for reading Part 8, and talk about a cliffhanger! Any ideas who may be behind the door? 🤔 And what about that little phone call from her ex right before? Coincidence or am I just messing with you all!? Hahaha! Also, I hope you all are enjoying the Sam and Bucky banter, literally can't wait to get more of it once their show starts! And, finally what did you think about the little predicament Nat was involved in?! 😂😂 Anyways, I hope you all are enjoying it so far, and likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome. Thanks again!
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rootin-tootin-cum-shootin · 4 years ago
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Dating Headcanons for Aomine and Kagami
In honour of my dear friend Jackie @todorokibois​ finishing her rewatch of Kuroko no Basket, and the accompanying Ace Brainrot she has as a result, I have made this. Is it stupid long? Yes. Did I have fun making it? Yep! Am I going to have her screaming at me tomorrow? Absolutely! Anyway! Enjoy this monster of a headcanon folks!
Aomine Daiki x gn!reader x Kagami Taiga
Wordcount: 2,540
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Kinda an awkward fellow at first
He has the emotional awareness of a brick wall so he's not exactly the most in tune with his or others feelings
It would take quite a bit for him to even realize he has feelings for you
Oh man but once he does?
All those feelings he was denying or ignoring hit him hard and all at once
As if Daiki got hit by a bus (a bus made of feelings)
Once he has acknowledged that he likes you
Well, then he gets a little more awkward
Because he has no real clue what he is doing
He has asked Momoi about what he should do, considering she's the more emotionally aware one of the pair
But her suggestions largely consist of classic and almost stereotypical wooing gestures
So with her generic advice in mind
He will buy you flowers and ask you if you would meet him for coffee at "that one place you say you like"
(Like he totally doesn't remember the exact name, location and your regular order after you mentioned it a couple times)
Once you'd get there he would have your drink already ordered, with a nice snack for you there too
And as you sit down to chat and eat, he would hand you a nice bouquet of your favourite flowers
And ask you if you would like to go on a date with him sometime
If you don’t want to see a flustered Daiki, don't mention how this meetup for coffee could be a date.
He will have steam coming out of his ears, because he will internally malfunction.
Daiki will actually be genuinely suave once he figures out he doesn't need to be so performative all the time
You like him for him, not because he acts like a character from a shojo
Honestly there's nothing he enjoys more in this relationship then getting to see you smile
Listens to you so well, he is always attuned to you.
He will play every gift he gives you off as if he didn't remember you talk about how much you loved that piece jewellery because it reminded you of something a character wore in a few episodes of your favourite childhood cartoon one time 2 months ago
And he definitely didn't pick up extra jobs in order to get the cash to pay for it
No way, it was completely a coincidence.
As you may have guessed, the ever blunt and arrogant Aomine Daiki's love language is gift giving
He just wants to see you smile
And if making or buying you a little trinket just because it reminded him of you will do that then so be it
Daiki would honestly pay any amount of money or spend any amount of time if it meant he could make sure you felt loved
Dates are often spent with the two of you just chilling around the house
Netflix and take out on the couch while you wear your PJs? His favourite way to spend a Friday off
Dates where he tries to make you dinner from scratch? Yes please, he wants to impress you through your taste buds. (Which doesn't always work the way he wants)
But he does love to take you out for lunch or dinner
He will offer to pay for everything anytime you go out
Speaking of paying even if you insist on going Dutch
He is absolutely going to attempt to pay before you can even get your wallet out
It honestly becomes a game for you two to see who can pay for dinner first.
The only time he actually lets you pay on a date if say you're going to be driving some distance for a special date
Then he's chill if you pay for the snacks while he pumps gas on your way to that festival in the next city over you both wanted to attend.
He tries so hard to be a gentleman around you
You make him more humble, and he wants to be the best version of himself possible for you. Because you make him want to put in the effort to better himself.
But all that goes out the window the moment you attend one if his games
Then his usual attitude gets even worse, he becomes an actual monster when he plays on the days you watch
The pride he feels when winks at you as he scores the final basket of the games.
Its subtle but its his way of saying "See that babe? That was for you"
This man also lives for post games smooches
His team hates it (they're jealous because you two are so damn cute)
But he will always press his forehead to yours, and ask breathlessly if he can kiss you
Once you say yes, he leans in slow and with a ghost of an I love you resting on his tongue shows you just how he feels
His hands steady on your waist, holding you close as his lips press against yours and takes your breath away. The way you some how always manage to take his away every time he looks at you
When he pulls away for a breath, your noses touching, your lips still millimeters apart, he will tell you that he loves you
All in all, he may not know exactly what he's doing, but man is Aomine Daiki in deep. He wants nothing more than to be the light in your life that you've become for him. Please take care of this Ace's heart, he's trying his best for you.
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Taiga is genuinely intense when he likes you
To the point where the moment he knows he likes you, you know too
Now to other people they may think its embarrassing, but he honestly doesn't care
Once Taiga's sure of his feelings for you the man could care less if other people knew
Because why should he hide away how he feels for the sake of other people
Arm wrapped around your shoulder as you walk beside him
Always offering to help you out even if it makes him go far out of his way
Actually telling you straight to your face that he's doing all these things because he has feelings for you and wants you to reciprocate them
Taiga really can be a tactless dumbass sometimes but, hey at least its cute how he's trying to woo you
He wouldn't immediately ask you out though
No he saves that for when he's sure you reciprocate those feelings
Because let's face it, if Taiga likes you, you're most likely already his friend
So when he attempts to pursue you romantically, it is literally everything you could want
He'd honestly know just how to not only fulfill the things he knows you want and even daydreamer about having in a partner while still making it genuine to who he is as a person
Now his love language is absolutely Quality time
So when you two are hanging out together, you have his undivided attention
Taiga honestly would schedule time in his training regiment's schedule when he's preparing for tournaments
Even if its just a 30 minute phone call
He sticks to it
And when you do start dating, he ensures that you go out on a date once every two weeks, minimum
Stay in dates are accepted and appreciated
In fact it was on one of those stay in dates where he asked you to be his significant other
He also texts you quite a bit
Even if its just to say "I know you're busy but make sure you remember to stay hydrated"
Or to send you a cute picture of #2
When you do go out, its usually to do some fun or spontaneous event
A pottery class? Sure why not
Rock climbing at a gym? Let's try it out, maybe you'll even catch each other falling so you can make a corny ass joke
A Tango class? Why not! It could even help with his footwork in basketball
Taiga just wants to spend time with you so he s down to try anything you want at least once
So as long as you're excited for it he'd be happy to accompany you
Even if its just to go get groceries.
He's not terribly jealous by himself, but sometimes if you're out on a date and he's feeling like he hasn't seen you enough in recent weeks
He might steal your attention back from whomever you were speaking with.
Will take you to professional level basketball games
Heck one time you two went to see the Harlem Globetrotters and it was one of the best nights of his life
The both of you were amazed by the tricks and laughing along with the jokes.
You both even got a signed ball after one of trick shots ricocheted off the rim of the basket hit him on the head.
You two have a custody agreement for that ball by the way
But hey that was the risk of sitting court side, and at least it was a great memory
By the time you two left the gym, your cheeks hurt from smiling so widely
And as you two discussed the event as you walked back to his car, the streetlights hitting your face just right
In that moment he realized that he was absolutely and intensely in love with you.
It was honestly really sweet. But did he tell you how he was feeling? N o p e
But speaking of basketball
You are invited to every single one of his games
He wouldn't be mad if you couldn't come to every one, but he hopes that you would come support him at his big tournament games
On the days you go, he plays about 1000 times better
Riko loves those days because he listens to her and the Hyuga when they propose strategies without complaint
She especially likes it because he never loses when you show up
Yes she does ask you to go to every game and practice Seirin has.
And after every game, he takes you out for dinner. Even if its just at a 24 hour fast food joint. You two share a meal after each and every game you attend
He honestly looks forward to those times more than the actual games sometimes
Taiga isn't the type for extreme PDA but you bet your ass he loves to kiss you
No matter where you are, if you’re out together, he's giving you kisses
His hands resting on your cheeks, delicately stroking your skin with his thumbs
As he tenderly presses his lips to yours, passion and adoration oozing from his kiss
Because even though he has a hard time saying how much he loves you
The emotions he can't quite find the right words to say all come through with every press of his lips against your skin
All in all, dating Taiga would be fantastic, he's caring, considerate and always confident in both you and the relationship.
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Now let's start off by saying Taiga becomes so much more jealous when he realizes Daiki is also pursuing you
The pair immediately turn it into a competition
If one of them buys you lunch, the next day the other is taking you for an expensive dinner
Taiga asking you to go to one of his games again? Sorry Daiki already asked you to go to his on that day
Daiki asking if you wanted to watch a movie at his place? Nope! Taiga bought & gifted you tickets for the concert your favourite band was putting on and had asked you to go with him months ago
Lord help you if they're playing against each other
Both will show off to the point its detrimental to their teams
You thought they were intense before? HAH! The tension between them is almost crushingly heavy now
(There's a reason for that) They bet that whoever won would be the only one to take you out for a month and the other person can't even ask.
Yes that bet is dumb
Yes their coaches kicked their asses for how they're behaving
After that they realize that maybe they shouldn't fight over you like you were a prize to be won
Because they both notice how much seeing each other fight like that hurts not just their relationships with you
But how it hurts, you in general
So with heavy and begrudging hearts they set their romantic rivalry aside
And come to you hearts in their hands and ask you if you'd give them both a chance
Because they recognize that at this point, if you haven't picked one of them
You probably aren't going to choose just one of them
And they would be damned if you chose to just walk away because of how they were acting
So after some explanations of their jealousy towards the other boy on their parts
And you willing to forgive their weirdness
You are now the happy owner of not one puppy of an Ace as a boyfriend.
But two doting Ace boyfriends!
Their individual relationships with you are mostly the same as above
But there are a few throuple dates, where you all go do something together
Heck sometimes the boys will do something without you and have little boys dates
By god can they be protective of you
Creepy old man staring at you? Taiga and Daiki are already glaring at him like nobody's business
Getting hit on and are uncomfortable? Daiki is dragging the person outside to beat the shit out of them while Taiga makes sure you're okay and feeling safe
They actually make a great team in terms of the relationship. Working in tandem to make sure you're happy, healthy, safe and feeling loved
The cuddle piles you find yourself in, are exquisite
Your back smooshed against Taiga's chest and Daiki's head resting on the top of your head while he holds you tightly
Who needs a blanket anymore? Certainly not you my dear, you have two very hot Aces to keep you warm now!
And you bet your ass those two will eventually end up kissing each other
Because well their competitive spirit towards each other never truly went away
Now their competitions look more like "who can kiss our significant other more"
(BTW the score for that one is Daiki III Taiga II, because Taiga fell asleep 3 hours before you and Daiki did the last time they played that game. Taiga still hasn't forgiven his brain for that)
The boys eventually come to terms with the fact that they think the other is hot, and sometimes (ie. Most times) they want to kiss.
They will absolutely deny it if asked by anyone but you. Because they don't mind you seeing them smooch, because then you may join them in the makeout session.
They may say they're as straight as an arrow, but every arrow has some flexibility to it under the right circumstances.
All in all its actually a really healthy poly relationship, once they get their heads out of their own butts that is
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ssa-sugar-tits · 4 years ago
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queen of hearts // chapter four
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summary: y/n y/l/n was crushed when she found out about maeve donovan. heartbroken, she left her entire life behind. what happens when she becomes the most prolific serial killer the bau has ever seen?
prologue + series masterlist & taglist
content warnings: swearing, angst, implied/mentioned sex, restraints, blood, head injury, kidnap/hostage, alcohol, gunshot, murder
a/n: reader is a psychotic murderer. this is purely a work of fiction and if you or someone you know are experiencing homicidal urges, seek professional help immediately.
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The room was filled with tension and an overwhelming sense of despair but no one said a word. No more hellish arguing, no irritatingly random facts, not even discussion to solve the case. Everyone worked on their angle of the case and despite the fact that no one would dare admit it, they all somewhat hoped that Y/N wouldn't be caught. Some hoped more than others but deep down they all felt a twinge of it. JJ walked into the room and spoke, startling the team and ripping them away from their thoughts and guilt.
"I've given a picture of her to the media, it's being circulated."
It pained her-- almost physically-- to have to hand over a picture of someone who'd been like family for so many goddamn years. She felt that she was betraying Y/N and that made her feel indescribably horrible.
"Now what? We just wait?" Morgan seemed to be the only one that really did want to stop her. Maybe he was angry that he hadn't seen the signs. Maybe he was angry that his best friend had just... left. Maybe he was angry that she lost herself so much. Maybe he blamed himself.
"What else is there to do Derek? Call me bad at my job- Hell, call all of us bad at our jobs but we can't profile her. Admit it, we're all biased. Too biased to think straight but there's no way we can give this case to another unit." Emily had always been so close to Y/N and was able to open up to her. Something she couldn't bring herself to do with most people. But you weren't most people, were you? Even with what Y/N could be doing, Emily doesn't have it in her to hate her. The sadness she was feeling must have shown because JJ squeezed Emily's hand and gave her a weak smile. And for the millionth fucking time, everyone stayed silent. Not even Spencer was saying anything and he is not the type to stay quiet this long. Believe it or not, that was actually one of the things Y/N had loved about him. Everyone rolled their eyes or cut him off but she loved to listen to him ramble. To everyone's surprise, she was always genuinely interested in what he had to say and that was one of the first things that made him fall in love with her. She never invalidated him or called him strange. Sometimes when she had a nightmare or experienced anxiety she'd even ask him talk to her about a random topic so she could focus on his voice until she calmed down. 
"Your voice is like... honey. In my ears." Spencer wanted to scream with emotional torture building up as he remembered how she'd laughed when she said that and how he'd had smiled at her with nothing but adoration and love.
"That seems unsanitary Y/N."
"You're such a smartass."
"Am I?"
"Definitely. But it's ok. I love that about you. I love you."
"I love you too."
She'd planted a sweet kiss on his lips before laying her head on his lap and listening to the rest of his topic rant. Still basking in the memory of Y/N, a sharp pain entered his hand and he realized he'd dug his crescent nails into the palm of his hand. And in that moment, he couldn't help but think about how much he'd love to be holding her hand right now.
"Guys!"
They all turned to Garcia, the source of the exclaim, who was walking in with Hotch.
"A bartender downtown says he just saw a woman matching Y/N's description leave with another man."
"She's chosen another victim? Here?" Rossi asked with confusion written on his face. "Up until now she's only killed 2 people per state and knowing the BAU has been called in, why is she staying here?"
JJ stepped in,
"This place is special to her, she has history here. Y/N must have an endgame but what is it?"
"The profile says she'll take as many people as she can with her. Probably suicide by cop."
Derek had accepted the situation. So why did that hurt to say?
"Rossi will go to the bar and talk to witnesses. Reid and Prentiss, stay here with Garcia. JJ and Morgan, PD is surveilling the radius around the bar and setting up roadblocks, come with me to help them."
"There's no way I'm staying here." Spencer objected.
Stay here and do nothing? Like hell.
"Neither am I, what the hell Hotch?"
"Reid, Prentiss that's an order. You're not going."
They both started to argue again but Hotch had already left. JJ and Derek followed and Rossi stood up with to leave for the bar. Apologetic looks were shot at Spencer and Emily because they all know why they have to stay behind. They're the two closest to her, the two that wouldn't be able to keep their emotions from affecting them on the field. And with that, off they all went.
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Y/N's POV
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The second you get to his hotel room, your lips crash against the handsome stranger. Your next victim. He pushes you against the wall and you moan loudly. His hands roam your body and you pull back.
"Hey... Go lie on the bed and wait for me."
Panting and staring at you with lust, he complies. Of course he does.
For God's sake. This man doesn't even know your name.
To be fair, Spence didn't even know Maeve's last name. And he still chose her.
You walk over to the eager man on the bed. Your hot breath on his neck, you lean close and whisper to him.
"We're going to do things my way."
He moans and you fight the urge to roll your eyes at him in disgust.
"Yes ma'am."
Taking out a rope, you tie him up and you know he thinks you're just a kinky slut. That's what they all see, isnt it? Suddenly something roars inside of you. Forgetting your usual routine, you pick up the lamp on the bedside table and smash it against him. Crimson stains the bed and you drop it, shocked by yourself. Yes, you've done worse. But it isn't the act that's sending regret and nausea through your body, it's that you're devolving. You're losing control.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Starting to panic, you take the unconscious man and check for a pulse. He's still alive.
Giving him a shower (much to your disdain) and change of clothes, you put his arm over your shoulder and walk out of the room giggling as you pass one of the housekeepers.
"Baby, you're such a lightweight! Let's get you out of here."
The housekeeper barely gives you a second glace but when she enters the room of the man you've taken, she starts to scream and you know you're running out of time.
Run. Drag him. Just hurry the hell up.
Finally at his car, you take him to the small studio you own downtown. No one can find you here. It's been yours for nearly a decade and you aren't stupid enough to have told anyone about it or put it under your name. Granted, you'd never thought you'd have to use it to hide out from the feds, it's still useful. After taking a look at the brightly colored wall in your basement, you feel a sense of sudden pain race through your veins. You used to be normal. You used to have a life.
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The man is chained up, gagged, and bleeding but you can't even remember doing anything to him. What you need is numbness. They thought the other bodies were bad? Wait til they fucking see what you do with him. Pain shoots through your skull again and you wince and fall to the ground.
"Fuck. I- I need a drink." you stammer to no one in particular but yourself.
A wig and sunglasses make you look different enough from the woman being circulated to take the bus to a nearby gas station. Walking down the liquor aisle of the store, you hum a song to yourself and let the AC blow on your skin. Vision blurred, you bite your lip and taste the unmistakable strong metallic taste of your own blood. Still humming that fucking song. The song you'd danced to with Spencer in your living room before you'd made love for the first time.
"You cannot be serious!"
"Y/N! I can't dance."
"Oh come on. How bad can you be?  Seriously, the songs going to end and it'll be too late."
"Yes, that's what I'm hoping for."
"Psh. Don't tell me Doctor Reid is scared to sway around a little."
"Shut up."
"Make me." you laughed.
With one playful look, you dared him to shut you up in the most passionate, sensual way he could. But instead he put his warm hands on your hips and swayed to the song. You melted into his touch and your breaths synced as you laid your head on his chest. His heart beat was steady and calming. One hand reached for yours and intertwined before twirling you and pulling you back in to dance. He'd held you until it was over and brought your chin up to his face. The kiss was so intense, so loving. He tilted his head and pulled you tighter to get as close as he could to you. His tongue met yours and your mouths bathed in each other's taste. Running a hand through your hair, you'd started to unbutton his shirt. He'd been taken aback at first but then picked you up and placed you in the bedroom ever so softly. Placing gentle kisses all over each other's bodies and undressing for the other, you made raw, breathtaking love for the first of many times.
"Hey lady! Get out of the way!"
"W-What?..." You tremble and realize you're crying on the floor of the aisle.
"I said get out of the damn way, some of us got places to be."
The man is clearly batshit drunk. Probably here to buy his next fix. Shaking and letting yourself actually feel your emotions, you stand and use the wall to balance yourself.  The man that yelled at you curses to himself as his phone rings and he picks it up.
"Hell do you want? Thought you were still mad about Andrea."
Andrea? Mad about Andrea. Another cheater. Another liar. Right? It has to be.
Before you can process what you're doing-- how irrational it is-- the gunshot rings through the store and everyone turns to see the man before you on the ground, screaming and spitting blood. A mix of a laugh and a sob escapes you and you scream.
"Everyone on the fucking ground! If I see any cellphones, I'll shoot you just like this dickhead. Got it?"
Frightened people drop to the ground and you start to yell, incoherent bullshit again. You smash the freezer glass behind you and open an expensive bottle of bourbon.
You practically whimper having to take deep gasps in between words, but in a somehow still confident, fearless tone.
"Now let's have some fucking fun."
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But what you didn't know was that the cashier in the front had sent a text 5 minutes earlier.
Call 911! The girl from the news, the Queen of Hearts. She's in the store.
What you didn't know was that the woman that recieved the text had called immediately.
911, what's your emergency?
What you didn't know was that the BAU was on their way.
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