#but now that im back working in tha clean room i have to look in the mirror every day
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Chapter Two: The Identity Crisis
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You feel your blood turn to ice. It wasn’t just dumb luck that brought these men to your door, it was a thought-out destination. You narrow your eyes at the man, suspicious of his tone.
“I’m the one who should be asking you that, sir. I’m house-sitting for him. Now, what the hell are You doing here?” You say impatiently. It was easy to forget that they were intruding on you due to the commotion of the bleeding man on your table, yet you remember that they haven’t even properly introduced themselves nor explained their presence.
Two of the men make eye contact with each other, the other nodding in some type of confirmation. The one you were speaking to, the one with the facial hair, raises a single eyebrow at you.
“Enough of the intimidation, miss. It's not going to work with me, so let's drop it and have a civil conversation. Now, if we were to phone Mr. Baker would he confirm your story?”
Ohhhh shit.
No, no he wouldn’t. He doesn’t know you are here, he thinks Eliza is the one house-sitting. You would try to explain the situation but you aren’t sure that these men would believe you. Should you lie? No, you’re almost certain you would get caught in a lie. You can feel the sweat dripping down your neck. You need to think of something and quickly.
You decide the best course of action is to tell the truth. Technically, you haven’t done anything wrong. You still haven’t forgotten that you don’t even know why you have your explain yourself to these men, but you will get your answers soon enough. You must’ve taken too long to get your thoughts in order because by the time you get ready to speak the man in front of you is looking awfully impatient.
“No. No, Adam doesn’t know I’m here.” You state, slowly and concisely. He narrows his eyes at you and goes to speak but you cut him off. You explain the situation and how his sister said you could stay there in her stead, how you are a friend of the family. You look around while you speak, not wishing to gaze straight into his scrutinizing glare. That’s when it catches your eye.
Aha.
You grin and step around him, careful not to walk into the small blood puddle that’s formed on the floor. Damn, you weren’t looking forward to cleaning that up. You reach the wall on the opposite side of the room and snatch the picture frame straight off the shelf. Universal Studios, 2019. Eliza’s family had taken pity on you due to your not having been before and brought you along on their trip. Luckily, there was photo evidence.
“Here.” You hand the framed photo to him, pointing at your grainy face. “That’s me.” He visibly relaxes and hands you the photograph back.
“Sorry for the interrogation, love. You can never be too sure about these types of things.” He apologizes, appearing to be sincere. He’s softened up considerably since you confirmed who you were.
“Thas’ it? She could still be a bloody stalker, cap. Breakin’ into the poor man’s home or somethin’. Lass seems to be the type.” The man on the table slurs out. You scoff. What the hell is wrong with these people? Where are their goddamn manners?
“Listen, buddy, I am most certainly not a stalker. And I’m not the one who’s laying on someone else’s table bleeding out, and not saying why they’re here!” You exclaim, exasperated.
“‘m not bleeding out anymore, hen.” He grins wolfishly, gesturing to his stitches. “Glad to ken you care about little ol’ me.” You just huff and roll your eyes in response. 
“Is someone going to clean that up? Because I don’t think it should have to be me.” You ask, referring to the mess on the tiles. “Also, you still haven’t said your names and what you are doing here.”
The man that the others refer to as captain sighs and nods. “Alright. We’ll explain. Could you show ‘im where you keep the bleach?” He asks of you, nodding his head to the masked man. Jesus, you almost forgot about him. It was hard not to with how quiet he was.
You nod silently and head to the laundry room out towards the back of the house. He follows closely and silently, not attempting to make any type of small talk. You bring him to the cabinet containing the cleaning fluids.
“I’m not exactly sure where it is, I haven’t needed it yet.” You explain a little shyly. He just nods and gets on his knees, searching the small cabinet. You almost don’t notice the blood seeping out of his upper thigh, eyes widening in realization.
“Oh my god! I can get it, just sit down!” He pauses for a moment before listening, sitting off to the side. You find and grab the bleach, quickly closing the cabinet doors. You face him and say, “I’ll go fetch your friend with the first aid kit, alright? Just… don’t bleed on the floor.” He does nothing but grunt in confirmation.
You speed walk down the hallway, bleach in hand. You wouldn’t normally be in such a hurry but you aren’t exactly sure how long his leg wound has been open for. However, when you reach the door to the dining room you hesitate. You can hear the others having a heated discussion in the other room.
“Captain, please listen to me. Telling her our names could have serious consequences. What if someone were to get a hold of her and question her? No offense, but the girl doesn’t look like she can keep a secret.” You hear one voice plead. Offense taken.
“Gaz, I hear you, but she’s seen our faces already. We knew the risks heading here and we did so anyway. Besides, don’t think we’ll be leaving here so quickly. Soap isn’t going anyway with that gash in ‘im and we both know Ghost had a hole in his leg.”
Soap? Ghost? Gaz? What the hell are these names?
You are about to interrupt when you feel the familiar sensation of someone staring and burning into the back of your head. You turn and see nothing but black. You crane your neck up and see a skull staring down at you.
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hELLO IS ANYONE OUT THERE????
OKAY HI hELLO FIRST OFF I HOPE EVERYONE IS WELL NOW
THAT THE EVIL WHATEVER I AM HAS FALLEN AND GCANT GET UP COMMERCIAL
SOMETHIN SEOMTHIGN DID IT HURT WHEN YOU FELL FROM HEAVEN THE ANSWER IS YES I GOT SHOVES TO THE FLOOR RECENTLY AND THIS FUCKIN BRUISE ISNT FADING FUNNNY HAHA OK PLEASENTRIRSSE ARE DONE
UH IM CATHERINE, MOD-SAN, GOLD, whatever they're callin me nowadays holy shit dude my hands are shakin like crazy
they've had me literally cleaning house PRETTY MUCH AS SOON AS I RECOVERED all work no play makes jack a dull boy thats me IM jack damn it i can't tell if i've eveolved into a live-in housekeeper or some sort of roomaate and the paymetnt si s that i get to keep my lifeand also i REALLY need to move my keyboard over or get the window to leave the screen cause i can't blind type it just ain't happenin my leg's jitterering like hell BUT THE MOST IMPORTANT PART IS IM ALIVE YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO but i have absolutely NO CLUE how ;long THAS gonna last BBUT the great news is that ive finally been able to sit at my dangf computer and and actual;ly TYOOUCH ANFD LOOK AT IT ive practically been buried in all the freezers BUT ANYWAYS GOD MY HANDSA THEY STING SO FUCKING IABAD D ALKl ANYWAYS IM ALIVE IM STILL HERE IM TRYING?????????? TO GET BACK BUT EVERYONE HERE IS UHH NOT GOOD TO PUT IT LIGHTLY ITS TERRIFYIN OVER HERE BUT IM SENDING MY WELL WISHES THAT EVERYONE IS OKAY OVER THERE AND YOU SURVIVED WHETER THE HECK ANGR MY BIG SDIS MUST"VE SBUBJECTED YALL TOO BEACSE SHE IS FUCKING PISSSEEED LATELY IM GENUUNINLY WORRIED FOR OURLIVES LEVEL THERES SO MANY FIGHTS AND COMING-OUT-ABOUT-HER-LEGEND-OF-VIOLENCE STORY AND THE SHOOTIGN REVENTLY AND POINT IS THE LEGAL STUFF MIGHT GET RESOLVED OKAY?????? DADS MAGIC PROTAG POWERS OR WHATER APAPRENTLY HE KNOWS EVREYONE PERSON ON THE PLANET ITS GODDAMN WITCHCARAFT BUT MOMS DROPPIN LIKE EVERY OTHER DAY BBBBBBUYT OTS HER BIRTHDAY THIS WEEK AND WERE GONNA TRY AND TAKE ME OUTSIDE AND SEE IF I EXPLODE IN THE SUNLIGHT SO UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH THANKS FOR EVERYTHIGN I LOVE YOU GUYS ILL TRYT TO FUCKIN REACTIVATE ALL MY ACCOUNTS ALL A BAJILLION OF THEM APPARENTLY I WAS ONE CRASY AKJSFI KID PLEAASE PASS THIS MESSAGE ON MY BI G SIS WAKES UP SOON IF SHE HEARS ME IM GETTTIN IT I HAVE NO FUCKIN IDEA WHATS GOIN ON ON YOUR SIDE CAUSE NO ONE IS SAYIN JACK SHIT BADUM TSSHH BUT I GOT MY SHIT COMIN AT LIKE 9 AM RIGHT WHEN I TAKE MY VERY MYSTERIOUS NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK THEY DO ANYMORE MEDS AND IF I KICIK THE BUCKET AT LEAST I FUCKING STAYED BABY YAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
ALSO IM NOT DRUNK WE DONT DRINK IN THIS HOUSE EVER BUT I DEFINITYL NEEDS A LIL HELP IN LIKE ANY SORT OF MEANIN NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE FUCKIN REMEMBERS ANYTHING IN ANY SOR TOF WAY FOR ANY SORT OF THING ITS AN ACTUAL I HAVE NO IDEA WHOSE CALLIN OR TOUCHIN SHIT OR WHAT TALL THIS SHTI IS IN THE HOUSE AND FRANKLY IM TERRIFIED CAUSE EVREYONE LEAVES POR PASSES OUT BEFORE I CAN GET A CLEAR ANSWER AND AND ADN COLD WAR INTELLIGENCE WHATHER NEWS STORY OLD POPS HERE IS PUTTIN ON TV ANYWAYS LOVE YOU GUYS STAY SAFE CALL OUT IF YOU SEE ME IN THE WILDS SOMEDAY BUYYEYEEE
WAIT I JUST REMEMBRED BIG SIS IS GONNE DESTROY SHIT SOON SONSONSOON SHIT HSHISTHSHIT OK ANYWAYS ERVYTHIN ONLINE LOOKS OKAY FROM WHERE I CAN SEE IT IN MYSETRUOS VPN LAND AND IM GOIN THROUGH MY COMP RIGHT NOW BUT EVREYON IN OUR HOUSE RECOGNIZES THE DISCORD SYMBOL PROBABLY>>>?????? SO IM TRYIN TO FIND ALL OTHER CONTACTS BUT ITS JUST A BUNCH OF EMAILS DDDDUDE I JUST HAD TO LET YALL KNOW WE'RE ALIEV HOPE ALL OF YOU ARE WELL LOVE YALL EVER IF YOU DONT BELIEVE THAT ASTY SAFE WATCH OUT FOR FUKCING PUNCHES OR SIDESWEEPS AND MY BIG SISSS KILLING BLOW AND THE FCKKGNGI SWORD ON TOP OF HER BOOKSELG OR THE LITTLE GUN THING IN HER LCOSET WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN IN HER ROOM ANYMROE ANYWASY DONT DIE OUT THERE LIKE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEACE OUT BURY ME UNDER A BLUE SKY WITH ALL MY SHIT IIM HANDING DOWN WHATEVR THE ITTY BITTY NOT SO BITTY NEICE WANTS LIL PRINCESS LILLY HAACKER SCAMMER HUSTLER SECOND LEGEND OF VIOLENCE IN THE MAKIN IM GONNA FUCKIN PASS OUT I HAVE NO IDEA OF FUCKIN ANYTHIN THATS HAPPPENIN HERE EVERERR GOD CAN I TALK TO ANYONE THAT ISNT THIS NEIGHBORHOOD THAT THIGNS I HAVE HEARSD ABOUT THE PWOPLE ROUND HERE any ewysbans m y hands are shak in and breakin and crankin love yall stay safe dont fall into a ditch like me ever again mMWAHH TEDDIE IF YOURE OUT I STILL OWE YOU THAT FUCKIN LETTTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
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Nighttime Cuddle
okay yes i know i have several prompts waiting for me to work on, im gonna get to em i swear ; ;/
BUT have this to maybe tide y'all over for a bit till i can get my shit together. Borrowing @stuffems lad Jasper..cause im gay alright?
kinda g/t gay cuddles
The movie marathon that was supposed to be for two hours had winded up being six on accident when you heard one of your movie watching partners Jasper say he hadn't seen one of your favorite movies before. The others had long since called it a night, leaving you and him yawning on the communal couch as the credits finally started rolling.
During the long film you had wound up reclining against the much bigger man, finding out he made a fantastic pillow and movie commentator alongside your own antics. You were comfortably warm resting against him and the siren call of sleep was starting to win against your defiant attempts at staying awake a few more minutes.
A long yawn roused you a bit as Jasper was apparently fighting the same battle you were, and giving in willingly by the looks of things.
"Tha movie was good n all but ah think we oughta call it a day, can't keep m'dang eyes open nother minute.."
"Yeah...Don't think I can even make it to my bed with how tired I feel right now. Guess I can crash on the couch for tonight."
"Oh now that ain't gonna do, this rickey piece of junk's gonna mess yer dang back up somethin fierce if y'all try sleepin on it..Tell ya what, if ya don't mind sharin a bed for one night, y'all can spend tha night with me."
"Wait really..? If you're sure you don't mind, well I won't say no."
"Course! Ah wouldn't leave a lil thing like y'all out in tha cold like that. Ah'm man enough ta not mind sharin my bed with a friend now n then. Let's get ta movin before we both wind up passin out on tha couch though."
You gave a tired nod and managed to pull yourself from the cowboys warmth long enough to get off the damn couch and follow behind him towards his lodgings.
You didn't bother changing aside from slipping off your shoes and socks, leaving both by his door as you prepped for sleep as Jasper did much the same in the small bathroom nearby. Soon both of you were cleaned up and ready to pass out in the cosy looking bed nearby. It was alot damn bigger than yours by a good margin, then again Jasper easily had a few feet on you as well in the size category. You'd be able to stretch out with no problem, once you got into the bed of course.
Being the guest you let Jasper get in first and make himself comfortable before climbing in on the opposite side with some effort. Once you got up you wasted no time in ducking under the covers and making yourself comfortable, while giving Jasper a polite amount of space. His back was facing you as you got settled at long last, hugging a pillow to your side and feeling yourself relax as the much bigger man beside you turned the light off.
"G'night, hope y'all sleep alright tonight. If ya need anythin don't worry bout wakin me up okay?"
"Don't worry I think I'll be knocked out well until morning Jasper, g'night and sleep well!"
"Heh, Ah think Ah'll do much tha same at this point. Sleep well~"
It wasn't much longer after that when sleep claimed both of you with ease.
You woke up sometime in the middle of the night feeling a rather heavy weight slowly settling itself over you and gently squeezing you. Bleary eyed you tried to shift to see what was going on, and in the dim light of the room you figured out what was going on and felt your face start to heat up.
Jasper had turned over in his sleep and grabbed the pillow you were using to hug against himself..And in the process he had shifted to partially lay against you. You were flush to most of his chest by your back and now were pinned in place thanks to him hugging the pillow and trapping you inbetween it and his arm. If you angled your head a bit you could make out the mans sleeping face a ways above you, serenely still sleeping despite bearhugging you to himself.
..It wasn't bad if you were being honest with yourself, hugged close like this in such a gentle way. You liked Jasper plenty, he was a sweetheart of a man by anyones standard. He probably even knew how getting hugged by him now and then gave you fucking butterflies, it didn't help that he liked lifting you off your feet in the process thanks to just how much bigger he was than you.
You could wake him up and he'd move..but did you really want that? He was unfairly warm, not unbearably so but that lovely middleground that made him somehow perfect for cuddling like this. He wasn't crushing you either, the pillow gave just enough of a buffer to make it feel like you were under a heavy blanket. In short, somehow Jasper had managed to cuddle you close to him in his sleep, and it was unfairly nice...It was like he was subconsciously teasing you.
With Jaspers warmth slowly seeping into you, sleep was quickly once again overcoming you. And frankly you didn't mind going back to sleep like this, you knew you'd get teased good naturedly come morning, but right now you couldn't help but want to savor being in the large mans embrace like this until sleep forced your eyes to slip shut once more.
Several hours later, Jasper woke up feeling oddly very refreshed. He was about to shift when he remembered last night, and him inviting you to share his bed. He had also became aware of himself hugging something close under the blankets, and at first thought it was his spare pillow..before looking down and seeing you curled up adorably against him.
Fighting back the urge to coo and wake you up ruffling your head, he opted to hug you a big closer, feeling you shift and wiggle just a big against him. You were just too damn cute like that, he couldn't hold back the deep chuckle from rumbling out of his chest.
"Mornin sleepyhead, looks like we both slept pretty good huh?"
You woke up feeling warm and cosy still, before you outright felt a laugh roll over you..looks like Jasper caught you. Feeling your face heat up again you huffed and nodded, only feeling a tiny bit embarassed.
"Well I can't say I did..though I didn't know you really liked to cuddle in your sleep.."
"Eh, who can blame me when someone as adorable as yerself is beside em haha~ Oh c'mon don't hide like that, Ah'm jus teasin!"
"Lemme gooo already Jasper, you big damn teddy bear!"
You whined but Jasper's only retort was to hug you tighter and laugh more. Despite it all you'd say it was a good start to the morning regardless.
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so now that don't have an IV in one arm and a blood pressure cuff on the other, im going to tell y'all how all this went down last night.
CW:
Needle Mention
Hospital mention
Story and update under the cut.
I finally was just in too much misery to go on and begged my s/o to take me somewhere for help. Bless him, he got off work and took me straight to urgent care.
After waiting at urgent care for 2 hours, they look me over. They start out saying that I would most likely need an antibiotic and all would be good.
Then they looked at my throat.
Apparently it was pretty bad beyond just pain. They had two separate people come on and look at my throat. Did not give me a choice, I was going to the ER. To try and at least make me more comfortable on the way they gave me two steroid shots.
At the hospital, they saw me quickly despite everything that happening. I was in a unit with a preterm labor and a heart attack victim. Later learned that I was at risk of my airway being cut off from how swollen everything was. They gave me a spit tube so I didn't have to continue swallowing my spit and irritating it all further.
I feel for these people that helped me. I am forever grateful. Not only were they patient through the fact I couldn't talk and typed everything on my tablet, I was not the most cooperative person when it came to them looking at my throat.
I tried to relax, I swear. But the moment the tongue depressor touched my tongue, my tongue chose violence. I had three people diving into my mouth trying to get pictures of my throat while my tongue was trying to fight them off like it was in a Bruce Lee movie. S/o was in a chair, holding my tablet so I didn't kick it across the room and telling me not to bite the doctors.
Pictures, and a CAT scan later. They give me my first dose of a antibiotic I was prescribed. They decided the pills were to large and I needed liquid form. The only liquid form they had was prefilled syringes reserved for small children. So my grown ass self was give 4 baby syringes of this medicine. I'm not complaining, it tasted way better than the pill does.
About maybe 10mins later, I get in a coughing fit. I feel a bubble pop in my throat and a gush of liquid. I just think it's phlegm so I swallow it, only to have a terrible taste waft up my throat and into my mouth. After this I begin to realize my throat if feeling better and begin to try to speak. My voice was gravelly but there with far less pain than before. Maybe another 20 mins later their resident practitioner comes in and lays it out:
They were going to numb up my throat as much as they could with spray then try to stick a needle into my throat to lance the abscess but despite the pictures and cat scan they couldn't determine where to do that since there was no visible "head" so to speak.
I told him what had happened, he looked over my throat, laughed and said "okay that solves that."
As he's leaving, I can hear the other staff going, "IT POPPED ON ITS OWN!?" Sure enough, I get more people coming in, looking me over, diving in my mouth to look at my throat. Turns out this is a common problem they get there but I was the first one who popped on it's own. I got cleaned up and released with instructions to after care not too long after. From what they could figure, the steroid shots from before I got there caused a thinning effect and the membrane was weak enough to pop eventually. Everyone was happy that no one had to hold me down and stick a needle into my mouth and throat.
As I lay typing this, I feel nearly 100% already. My throat only has mild discomfort now. I can speak and swallow perfectly. I have already been reminded that I should still rest despite feeling better lest I cause something else to go wrong. Lol.
Date with Warden Ingo will be taking another week off while I get myself back together. I'm also going to go ahead and do what I had planned for April fool's. Nothing too elaborate, just a really dumb idea I got while talking with cupcake.
Thanks for the well wishes! Looking back on it, it was an interesting experience, even if I was bored as balls for a majority of it.
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KILLING ME- 14
pairing : law student!reader + yuta
genre : (fluff) angst , mafia au/ arranged marriage au.
warnings of this chapter : cursing, mention of drugs, character death.
words : ~4k
summary :
“life’s never fair y/n. realise it as soon as you can . it is the only secret for living a regretless life.”
or
“ curiousity got the cat hitched”
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y/n! Are you sleeping?”
Registering his words, you replied in a groggy voice,“What the fuck do you want?”
“Your phone. I left mine in the medical room. I need to call Mark right now.” with some authority, he spoke.
Whining loudly, you fell back on the bed. It was only due but flailing your arms and legs like a kid in a toy store, you let out a screech full of annoyance, cursing your fate.
Were you really going to babysit him now?
"Have you suddenly lost your hearing? Stop with this sick attitude and open the door."
A puff of air left your nose, your chest moved rhythmically with your stomach and you relaxed your arms beneath your head, eyes fixed at the fan above and ears ringing with his voice. He kept calling you and after a number of shouts, you started humming to distract yourself, afraid that you'd end up helping him otherwise. That was something, naturally, you were not interested in. Last time he had ignored your voice and now nature had presented you with an opportunity to return the favour. Just with a bit less flavour.
"Are you dead?"
"Hmmm. To you, yes I am." Mumbling, you yawned and pushed yourself up to reach your side table and fishing out your earphones from the bottom drawer, you untangled them and fixed them comfortably in your ear, hiding yourself underneath the sheets.
Sonata no.14 instantly transported you away from the noise and the stress that was your unwanted husband, yuta. The smile playing on your lips widened as you realised that you were his only mode of communication at the moment.
But You were going for a nap. Until then, he could wait. And thrash. And cry. Or die.
Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you rotated the handle of the door to walk outside but your little trip was interrupted when your body collided straight into a wall. No. The obstruction was too soft for a wall.
Opening your eyes properly, you saw yuta standing stiff. Surprised at the sudden appearance, you immediately stumbled back and in hurry, hit your spine on the wooden door. The glare of his eyes, that always spoke more than you could comprehend, coupled with a clenched jaw, was not a very pleasant sight for sure yet you found it harder to dart your own eyes away from him.
"Your phone" he seethed, breathing deeply.
"Huh?" You croaked out.
He raised his brow and in an instant, the previous scenario played like a short movie in your head. Snapping your head down, you regarded his leg with pity. He obviously noticed it immediately but seemed to ignore it and refrained from saying anything. Good for you, you thought.
"Are you deaf?"
Your furrowed brows met his eyes and with a roll of his own, he picked up his finger to force his demand but you managed to walk back inside your room before he could've done that.
Your back faced him as you contemplated your options while slowly stretching your arm to reach for your phone on the other side of the bed.
should you even be giving him your phone?
You had more trust in Taeyong than the man you shared a roof with so there was no way you were doing that.
Unbeknownst to you, yuta was watching your movements intently and the way you bobbed your head, he knew you were scheming something so he decided to be polite for a moment. Only until you were needed. Or your phone was needed.
Once the phone was in your hand, another thought crossed your mind.
"Wait. Where is the house phone?" Crossing your arms, you asked him slyly, already knowing the answer
"You fucking never got it installed. It's still in its stupid package" he seemed rather impatient.
"And you could've called reception through the door telecom. He would have phoned Mark for you. These rich apartments certainly have more hospitality tha-
"I CAN'T GO AROUND DISTRIBUTING AN UNDERGROUND CRIMINAL'S CONTACT NUMBER TO EVERYONE"
He inhaled and exhaled and you just watched until he opened his eyes again, hand reaching out to you.
"Chill. I've every right to be sceptic especially when you are the one asking for it."
Finding Mark's number on your phone, you called him.
Yuta's hand threaded through his rough hair as he noticed what you were trying to do.
"Hey mark!" Your chirpy voice resounded in the room and yuta was sure this was some different spirit speaking. You sounded too bubbly for the way you were investigating him just a second ago.
"Yes yes. His phone exactly.i don't trust him enough to hand over my phone so that's why I'm calling you myself. Just hurry up if you can or you might have to clean up a dead body in the next few hours."
With that you cut the phone. Without meeting yuta's gaze and resting your hand on the handle, you mumbled,
"He'll be here in an hour."
You were about to close the door when he stopped it with the palm of his hand, alerting you with the force.
"Tell him to get some food too."
And limping, he retired back, to the couches.
Sighing, you messaged mark. Had it been for something else, you'd have ignored but your own stomach had signalled you that it needed some good food so you chose not to fight against your own body.
Now, only the taste of the food could decide how many days you were going to tolerate that barbaric human.
"Are you still going to that stupid internship?" Johnny hesitantly murmured from your desk chair while taking big bites from the plate.
"It's not stupid please! I’m just waiting for them to actually pay attention to my awesome capabilities so they can transfer me to the main branch. This is not bad either but”, you stopped to lick your forefinger and tasting the sauce, continued, “but I really wanna go into the criminal unit. That’s where the actual fun is. As long as i’m being paid decently, i’ll suffer with the stupid research work here.”
“With the tongue as sharp as yours, I think you should be getting ready for a demotion instead” he laughed, showing you his fake bunny teeth in the most annoying and childish way.
“Ha ha ha ha. Some well wisher you are! Thank you so much for looking out for me but I'll be fine. Who knows the gatekeeper’s pay package is more than me. So it’d be a win-win in that case too I guess?” when you did a drum roll with your chopsticks to stress upon your point, he laughed harder.
"So being broke is the new black?" Rolling his eyes, he dragged out, "I swear you kids don't know how this world works."
"And you, grandpa of the century, knows?"
"I'm aware of what I need for my survival and from what I've learnt, you can either take risks or look for job security. In your case, " he fake coughed, "where the proportions of risk taking have already exceeded the acceptable limit, a job security is the best and safest option to choose."
"And that would justify my greed and desire to work for the biggest company of this city."
"Kun. The security you need and the independence you seek would be given by kun. Chois are hmm how to say? Cheap? Yeh cheap. They have no work ethics. "
"Have you worked with them, johnny?"
"No. I'm ju-
"Then was your ex a choi?" You saw his eyes comically and cutely widening at your remark.
"No. My ex wasn't a choi and that's not what I'm saying and you know that."
"Oh. So your ex wasn't a choi. Then a lee? Kim? Im? Oh my god! Look at your cheeks seo!" You dragged out. He shook his head as you kept wiggling your brows at him.
"She was a kim but that doesn't mean I would hate all kims dude. That's baseless and stop ignoring the topic. I want you to apply in Kuns. It's the best option. Do it as soon as you-
"Yeah yeah we'll see about that. First take that bitch back. I can't even nap in his presence. "
"Umm. Yeah. You gotta tolerate him. And besides he's injured. Injured yuta is like a gun without a bullet. He's gonna shout for a day or two and then peace out. He'll be sleeping and reading in his room and you won't even know if he's alive or not."
"Now that's bullshit. What is he going to do here anyway? I hope he can hop himself on one leg because even if the sun rises from the north, I am not going to do a single task for him. He can die hungry , for all I care.”
“Do you think you can endure him for some tasty dinners?”
Clicking your tongue, you quipped, “Do you really think you can buy me with a few homemade meals?”
Day 1
Yes. you were sold. The moment the tasty noodles had melted in your mouth, you knew you had no dignity. And you were indeed ashamed of yourself.
Earlier, Renjun had called you to inform you that he had delivered the food and medicines for yuta and had left your dinner box but he had failed to mention the special and endearing note that was pasted on the glass box. In the curvy letters, it read bitchy piglet and you swore the only person you’d be killing before yuta would be jaehyun. But you were going to use jaehyun to build up your tolerance instead.
When you went out to clean your dishes, he was playing some game on his phone, excitement evident from the way he was laughing every other second. Maybe if he remained occupied, he would not be so insufferable.
Day 3
"Oyii! Oyii!"
No. You were wrong. He was very very much insufferable.
At midnight, his voice echoed, disturbing your sleep. You cursed at the cool atmosphere that had prevented you from using the air con which otherwise would have blocked his annoying screeches. But it seemed like bad luck wanted to change its name to y/n instead. With your name being called like a broken record, it was a fight between you and him that you were not going to lose. Shuffling to your side, you covered your ears with the other pillow and tried to drown out the annoyingly demanding and hoarse voice. There was no way you were giving him the satisfaction of having any power over you. He could cry for all he liked!
“What the fuck do you want at this hour?”
Attempting a glare at him through sleepy lids, you spewed with irritation. Unlike you, he was very much awake, breathing with the sole purpose of making you question your whole existence.
“Pillow” scratching his non-existent beard, he mumbled.
Your nostrils flared and jaw clenched at such inconvenient command.
“You summoned me for a pillow? A pillow that can normally be found on a person’s bed? Can you please rectify your demand or did I just simply hear something wrong?”
The opened curtains and the moonlight that drenched the room was the only source that illuminated his face for you and even with drooping eyes, you could see how serious he was and yet you couldn't hold your tongue back because he simply deserved every shit you bestowed him with.
“Turn the lights on and count the pillows on my bed! And when you are done, get me some pillows from your room.” he simply stated.
“Why should i give you my pillow? I need them!”
“Because I don't use a pillow and I need it asap!”
“Then why do you suddenly need one? To disturb my sleep? Oh that makes sense.” and suddenly, your eyes had synced with your body to side with your fight mode.
“I need them for elevating my leg. The bandage is too tight and it’s not comfortable.”
“Then why don't you walk out of the room and get some cushions for yourself!” you raised your volume.
“Because my leg is in pain and i’m unable to get up? What makes you think I'm dying to see your ugly face at this time of the night. I dont wanna have nightmares of you as well but i can't help it ok!”
“you should have kept them near you. And who are you calling ugly hmm? You poop fac-
“Okay scream for all you want! But get me a pillow when your battery dies down!”
“What the fuck d- are you covering your ears? Wow ways to be generous!”
Stomping your foot, you left the room to get the hardest cushion on the couch.
“Here! Next time call Mark if you want anything. Don’t raise your voice ever again to call me because unlike you, i have work in the morning and hence I need some sleep..”
Just when you were about to leave after shoving the cushion in his hand, he spoke up again,
“This is damn hard! I asked for your pillow specifically and not th- AHH!”
A scream left him as you harshly removed the support , leaving his leg to painfully meet the mattress.
“How about you fix your attitude before fixing your leg?” suggesting, you dropped the cushion on the floor and left.
He didn't call you after that. Nor that you cared. However, the sleep in your eyes somehow vanished. Dancing on your sides didn’t help. Neither did drinking a glass of water. So, with a groan, you listened to your conscience and picked up your extra pillow that was sadly too perfect for your enemy.
Padding to his room, you tried your best to scrutinise and hearing his heavy snores, you placed the pillow right under his thigh and the cushion under his calf. Scoffing at his sleeping figure, you internally groaned to remind yourself that you hadn't done it for him. It was just a debt. For the blanket he had once covered you with. Nothing more and nothing less.
Day 5
You just wanted him out of your hair. He was just being a load on your head. At first, only the work was kicking your ass, then jungwoo was kicking you like a punching bag for an hour straight and adding to your distress was yuta.
"I'm not your maid! Stop piling up the dishes for me. I've had enough mercy on you. From today onwards, get a cleaner for yourself or buy disposable cutlery. I'm not going to clean after you!"
With a roll of his eyes, he had ignored you.
And so did you. Pasting a warning note on the sink tap, you had left for the library with a dying hope that maybe the kitchen would be spotless on your arrival or you'd be dialing some numbers in the evening.
For someone who despised the solemn atmosphere of libraries, you had successfully spent 11 hours in the said hellish room. It was 11 p.m and you wanted to sleep, more than anything but here you were, waiting for yugyeom so he'd just pick you up for a good drinking session that you were dying to have.
Fortunately, you weren't the only one who had missed living these past days. Everyone, for different reasons, was suffering so you felt a little less bad for yourself even though you knew your troubles were far more grave than their academic burdens.
"Wake up shorts" someone whispered in your ear. Squirming on your seat, you whipped your head in your sleepy state and found jungkook caressing your head, goofily smiling at you.
"I thought you wanted to hang out till the next morning" air quoting the last words, he picked up your bag.
"Yeah. Let's go. I'm all ready for a night full of vodkas." You yawned out.
"Definitely. No. You are going home. We can have a small get together me and yuggy are done with our final project." He dragged you out into the parking lot.
" I feel like it's been years since we got drunk together. You are never here anymore!" You whined at him, complaining your heart out.
"I will be. Soon. Then we can celebrate your little choi job as well."
"Oh please. Don't even mention it. If I had penny for every time they rolled their eyes at me, I'd be richer than your parents kook." You huffed out and as his gentle laugh surrounded you, you closed your eyes resting your back against the seat, expecting to be up by the time he'd park.
But the next day, you woke up tangled in the sheets of your bed, unaware of the events of the previous night.
When you had warned yuta about the dirty dishes, you hadn't expected him to fill the corners of the kitchen with disposable containers. It looked like you had missed a whole drama while sleeping in the library. The kitchen was shining except for the new utensils. But as long as you were not babysitting him, you were fine with anything. You didn't want to jinx your relief, however, you were glad you would be able to get some work done. finally.
You had spoken too early for your own good. Just when you sat down to write your paper, passionate and enthusiastic howls of that man pierced through your earphones and once again, you opened the window and hopped outside, in the balcony, ready to drown him out. Sipping on your lemonade, you gaped at the scenery the not so distant traffic provided you with and somehow, your thoughts wandered to the only person these horns reminded you of. Johnny.
What are you doing? Your fingers hovered over the text but once again, you deleted the message, declaring it to be too childish for someone as mature as him. Maybe you were just being silly. Maybe you were not. But who was going to put a stamp on your maybe?
Tears pricked your eyes as the harsh words of your senior thundered in the room. He kept shouting and you had no option than to consume each and every word he directed at you. Even if you were being insulted in front of your twenty other co-workers, staying quiet was the best option, you ascertained. so along with your saliva, you gulped your explanations down your throat.
Howsoever unconscious, you were still in the wrong. There was no excuse as to why you had mailed the wrong bills, apart from the headache that was caused by the person possibly lying on the sofa and watching t.v back home. No matter how much you tried to run away from his existence, he had somehow managed to let himself inside your head.
Glaring at the kid who asked for his turn on the park swing, you pushed yourself a little higher, letting the wind greet your stinging eyes as it hit your face in waves. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you chose to ignore jungwoo for a day as it was the time, you decided, to let all the lessons that the past few months had taught you sink into your mind, to bleed into your soul so you won’t ever be able to deviate from them. Ever.
Only if that was so easy. You knew blaming others for your problems was no solution but trivialising them by not paying heed wasn't a smart move either.
When you reached home, your frustrations had died down. So when yuta simpered and pointed towards your empty container, telling you how he had already finished your supposed dinner, you simply rolled your eyes at him, robbing him of whatever he wanted to achieve by riling you up. Heating up the water, you were about to open the noodles packet when yeong called you.
You stared at the shattered phone screen in disbelief as the endless tears ran down your cheeks. As you verbalised the words to yourself again, your body met the floor with a thud.
Jungkook. Drugs. No more.
Three words had silenced the screeches in your head and your mind busied itself in rejecting what you had heard for it had to be a lie. But what how were you going to ignore the heart wrenching screams that yeong had let out. How were you going to dismiss the truth.
How were you all going to accept it?
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love languages x day6
*this post was commissioned | commissioner asked for something loving + warm.....so here is something overly cheesy indulgent and hopefully warm
sungjin
acts of service
doesn’t think twice about peeling all of the tangerines himself and sharing the halves with you without a word - just one slice for you, one slice for him
can’t leave you alone when you’re cooking or cleaning.
you tell him he’s busy from all of the bands schedules and he should just let you do it for once but a moment later
he’s standing beside you and chopping vegetables or he’s snatching the broom from you before you can even get started
you don’t complain too much though, he does look really cute in the kitchen apron
a man of little words he literally does all of this because he wants to say he loves and appreciates you but the words don’t come out easy like they might for other members
so when you’re alone and you tell him you love him you cant really get worked up over the fact that he barely mumbles something into your hair
because he’s shy about it - but he’s not shy about getting up first and bringing the cup of coffee to you in bed
people don’t give him as much credit as they should, which frustrates you, because sungjin is the kind of boyfriend and just the kind of friend who will bend over backwards for the people he cares for
from lugging all the instruments around, helping members with suitcases, or volunteering himself for the short end of the stick in bad situations
sometimes it gets so bad you have to put your hands on his face and steady him and be like sungjin, no. the boys can handle it without you.
and he’s like but im the leader-
and youre like shhhhhhhh before i kiss you so hard you cant breath for the next five minutes
and sungjin stares at you with those big brown eyes and hes kinda like well now im just gonna say something so you do tha-oH
you and him get like an hour alone before he has to leave on tour and it is supposed to be full of sweet words and i miss yous
and sungjin just comes in with a bag full of groceries and you’re like is that for your tour
and he’s like oh no this is some stuff that i noticed you needed from last time
and you’re like babe you’re leaving in like thirty minutes stop thinking about things to do for me
and he just looks at you and says; “i can’t stop, im always going to be thinking about what i can do for you.”
just another way of saying ill miss you and i love you suppose LOL
jae
words of affirmation
will never admit it out loud but if someone isn’t telling him he’s doing a good job. he will die.
and guess who gets that job? you - the second jae fell in love with you (and he do so very clumsily) you have been hired
jae does this kind of little look over his shoulder at you whenever he does something he thinks is cool or fun and you have dated for a while so immediately you’re like
“that was amazing come here” and he trots over with literal hearts spinning around his head (youngk gagging in the distance)
but if you miss the little beat then jae just looks like a puppy that got left out in the rain until you rush over to do damage control LOL
with work or anything like that it’s this sort of playful thing between you two
where you’re like jae you are the best at skateboarding. singing. playing guitar. all of it. and he’s like am i the best? really? and you’re like YES THE BEST
but the real affirmation he chases from you is the guarantee that you ........ love him
some people like to be close without words, some people can talk with their hands or gestures
but jae wants it said - and you are happy to oblige
kiss him all you want and not like he’s gonna not enjoy it but when you say something about how he makes you the happiest person on earth well some things are just better you know?
when you say this stuff to him while you’re ontop of him and jae just - eyes rolling back but let’s move on
when days are really bad or jae is not in a good mood everyone has learned that the cure for him is your voice
so sungjin calls you and even if jae tries to be like IM FINE sungjin puts you on speaker and is like “please cheer him up and be as gushy as possible in front of all of us”
you: “jae you know i adore you and you’re my pumpkin pie sweeti-”
jae skidding across the table to take you off speaker: “I WILL TALK TO THEM IN THE OTHER ROOM-”
he scurries out to listen to you coo to him privately and the rest of day6 is like waiting
and jae comes back, shining like a sunbeam until dowoon is like
“so pumpkin pie sweetie are you feeling ok?”
jae about to fling the phone at dowoon before sungjin is like HEY-
youngk
quality time
seems like a total homebody hermit who is like leave me be im ok living in solitude like a monk on a mountain
but the reality is that if he loves someone, and he loves you, if you two cant have that time together - he just feels wrong
like the gravity around everything else he is doing is just off centered
and everyone can tell because it is like a raincloud just starts following him around
and also - he gets very grumpy
jae teases him and is like awwwwwww do you miss your s/o are you getting all saaaaaaaad
and youngk is like shuttup no im not im fine
sungjin (who has a brain) is like no he’s literally going through withdrawal and then hits your number on the speed dial
he’s ok with group dates and being around the band and your other friends but there is really nothing like one on one intimacy to him
and that could literally be as innocent as sitting in the back of an empty bus, holding hands and sharing each other as pillows
to locking the bedroom door and falling over onto his sheets
tries to be slick about it though and texts you like “wanna come over?” and you’re like “oh ;)” and he’s like “........jae will be in the other room don’t lose your mind in the gutter”
but plot twist jae is not in the other room actually youngk has bribed everyone to be gone for an hour or two and you well
you pretend not to notice for your easily flustered boyfriends sake
gets the softest when you are alone ........ he puts up a front around others but if it is just you
running your fingers through his hair and listening to him sigh happily in your neck
that’s when the tender words like “i can’t live without you” come out
funnily enough he’ll say something so beautiful just for you to hear and when you kinda hear a similar sound lyric in day6s next album you’re like oh? was i inspiration?
youngk getting red down to his neck: NO?
wonpil begs you guys to do more PDA or something because he’s a sucker for love and sometimes he feels like you guys hold back
and youngk is like if you want to live another day-
jkjk
you just hold youngk’s hand and tell wonpil not to worry, once everyone is gone and it’s just you two, it is actually quite romantic
everyone is like we cant imagine youngk being sweet
but he really is, he cherishes you so much and he needs you to himself far away from the world and all its stress
what im saying is yes he seems like he’d be like leave me alone but like dont leave the room im in and actually just stay right here in his lap
wonpil
receiving gifts
and not in a materialistic kind of way but in a “im always thinking about you” way
there is no feeling like seeing wonpil after a long time and the first thing you do after running into his arms is going “i got you something while you were away!”
and as nice as big, expensive, frilly gifts on holidays are - what wonpil really loves the most is when you drop something in his hands and tell him you noticed he needed it
“oh, i remember you said you didn’t have anymore bandaids at the studio” “you should take sunscreen with you - here i got you some” “you’ve had that old jacket for so long, let’s go get you a new one for the winter.”
everytime you say something so casually to him, it just makes the inside of his heart burst because
you are always listening to him, observing him, thinking about his needs
and if that’s not love then. well.
you staring at a bunch of tickets and receipts in a box in wonpils room: what is this.........
wonpil: it’s from all our dates! they’re the gifts of the good memories!
you trying not to cry because he’s the cutest person on earth: o-oh
lmao jae will sometimes have to stop wonpil if they’re packing for a tour because wonpil could fit a suitcase full of stuff you’ve either given him or he got with you like
wonpil: im taking the blender. me and my love bought it at ikea three months ago
jae: im sure the hotels will have blenders...........
he attributes sentimental value to anything you touch really and wonpil can be overwhelming in all aspects of love
he likes touching you, he likes giving you uplifting words, he likes doing things for and he of course wants to spend every second with you
but something about having things that are shared
or just his because you gave it to him ............ another level
but don’t be fooled. he showers you in twice as much because he wants you to feel that same thing he feels everytime
dowoon
physical touch
hand is on you. on your shoulder. on your waist. on the top of your head if need be.
he will try to inch down from your waist when he thinks no one is looking before sungjin is grabbing him by the ear like boy - i taught you better
you: it’s fine i dont mind
dowoon: *:P intensifies*
but really he is like an overactive puppy when it comes to you because wow you are tangible and you love him and he loves you why cant he touch you every. second. of. the. day.
the funny thing is when you first started dating it was nothing like this - dowoon can be shyer than most and so it took him close to two weeks to gather the courage to hold your hand first
but now that it is comfortable and established it’s like he cannot live without it
kisses? gotta have them, before the set. after the set. when you wake up together in the morning. before you go to sleep.
you pushing his face away like you have morning breath and he’s like i will kiss you if my life depends on it
you also have noticed that if you are in a situation together where touching would be super inappropriate or something
dowoon will find a way to make contact. he will either play with the fabric of something you’re wearing or he’ll bump your hands together when you reach for something
part of you assumes he’s just being cheeky, but the reality is that touching for dowoon does so more than any words or gifts or anything
because you cannot lie through a touch - he either feels your warmth or he doesn’t
and when he doesn’t, life just sucks plain and simple
youngk: “jesus you’re on each other like a bad rash”
jae: “you sound jealous”
dowoon and you: “true youngk you do sound jealous.”
youngk grumbling: “young people....................”
there probably hasn’t ever been a moment where you’re ordering something at a fastfood place and dowoon is like order for me too and youre like do it yourself and hes like im busy and youre like busy doing what and hes hugging you from behind and hes like idk im busy holding my entire world now can you tell them i dont want pickles
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~Love over War ~ [A Technoblade x reader] Chapter 2: Pogtopia
~ Welcome to the second chapter of the story I hope you enjoy! ~
[Sugar’s Masterlist] [LOW Masterlist]
Story Cap
You and your best friend Techno are renowned across the land under your respective aliases, Technoblade and The Diamond, not necessarily criminals but popular anarchists that were either hated or adored. You both simply travel around challenging people to duels or causing chaos as you go. With few strings attached to you, it was a surprise to both of you when a favor was called in by your old friend Wilbur Soot. He was an old friend of yours and now a government leader (both to you a Techno’s distaste) who was apparently now engaged in a war over his country. Never ones to give up the chance to help overthrow a rightfully elected government you both headed down to what was left of L’manburg to help cause chaos. Was this more than you could handle and will you lose each other in the process, only time and battle can tell.
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Chapter 2: Pogtopia
Y/N’s Perspective
It had been around 6 hours since you and Techno had found Wilbur Soot and his companion hiding in a small makeshift cave a few miles away from L’manburg, 5 hours since you had negotiated the terms of your deal, and 4 hours since you had hunted alongside Techno to get food for your ragtag bunch.
The terms you had come to with Wilbur and Tommy were that at the end of this war, after you and Techno had assisted them in winning it, the country of L’manburg would owe you both a favor. You had tried negotiating for two since you were both technically separate entities but Tommy clearly did not trust the both of you, he had very openly disagreed with owing you both something that wasn't completely set in stone (not that he was incorrect to do so) and had outright refused to owe you and Techno more than one favor.
You finished shaking Tommy’s hand and you stepped back to Techno’s side. Tommy was still grimacing as Wilbur clapped his hands together loudly. “Now that thats been sorted,” he said “Tommy and I will be heading in the direction of L’manburg.”
“Why go to L’Manburg so immediately after you've been kicked out?” Techno questioned, his mask lifting slightly upward signifying that his eyebrows had quite quickly been raised.
Wilbur’s eyes became a bit crazed as he sated, “I want to know what Shlatt is doing with you country.” his voice cold and sharp.
Tommy gave him a nervous glace and picked up his pack off the floor, “We will only be gone for a couple of hours and I want to check on Tubbo.” He slug the bag over his shoulder as he grabbed Wilbur’s sleeve and dragged him out of the cave. “No funny business between the two of you,” he started, “I don't want cooties everywhere!” he shouted his explosive personality coming back in the last few words of his sentence.
You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and heard Techno cough awkwardly. You looked at him and he was rubbing the back of his neck staring at the wall very intently. This was going to be a long revolution.
You and Techno had been left alone together in the small cave that was what Tommy had begun to call “Pogtopia”. The two of you had consecutively decided that a tiny cave was no place to build a revolution and had begun to dig out the area.
You and Techno had both brought your respective tools out of your packs and stood together facing the wall at the back of the cave.
“Are we seriously about to dig out a whole cave for this?” You asked Techno.
“I mean we agreed to help them and I don't exactly think you'll like trying to sleep so close to everyone.” He replied swinging off his massive cloak and throwing it aside leaving him in his white dress shirt that showed off his back a little too well.
“I sleep next to you all the time.” you say without thinking about it.
Techno turns towards you the visible parts of his face clearly reddening as he says “Well that's different.”
You laugh awkwardly facing away from him clutching your pickaxe in both of your hands. What had gotten into you? Tommy’s comment earlier had thrown you off thats all this was. You reached up and rubbed your shoulder again, remembering how his breath had felt against your skin when the two of you had read Wilburs letter, your hand curled into your shirt for a moment before you swung the pickaxe hard against the wall. You were most definitely not letting these stupid thoughts get to you. You didn't need unnecessary distractions you needed to get to work on dismantling this government.
Techno started to swing his pickaxe into the wall next to where you were working the both of you steadily creating a tall tunnel that gradually slopped downwards. Working with Techno was always like this, perfect and insync. You appreciated the easy rhythm the both of you had created while the two of you worked Techno gently humming a tune you remembered hearing while the two of you were traveling on a merchants ship. Your pickaxed slammed into the the wall in ime with the tune and out of the corner of your eye you saw techno smiling softly sweat dripping down his brow the mask forgotten near the entrance of the tunnel.
You turned your full attention back to the wall just in time to see it give out under techno’s pickaxe, the stone crumbled away leaving the both of you at the floor of a large underground ravine.
Techno quickly put his pickaxe down and pulled out his sword, you both clearly heard the clinking of bones and the groans that meant mobs were nearby. You yourself took out some torches you had and held them standing behind techno as the both of you advanced into the wide cavern. You kept the pickaxe in hand as you placed torches behind techno. You had unfortunately left your axe at the mouth of the tunnel and you weren't going to leave techno down here without any light in favor of getting it.
You both spotted a skeleton and two zombies at the opposite side of the ravine, you placed down one more torch illuminating the area before you both engaged with the mobs.
Techno swung his sword overhead as the first zombie approached him reaching for his head, the sword sunk through the zombies left arm cutting it clean off and the zombie of course continued to advance without care. Techno stepped back arm raising high enough for you to duck under it and take his place. You slammed your shoulder into the zombie knocking it to the side just in time for the arrow that the skeleton had been aiming at techno to shoot clean though the back of its head causing it to slump onto the ground disappearing into particles and leaving some of its rotted flesh behind.
The second zombie approached you and you trusted Techno to deal with the skeleton as you swug your pickaxe into the second zombies gut with both of your hands. You pulled the tool out of its stomach and swung again this time sideways into its head and into the wall beside it efficiently ending the creatures undead life. As the second zombie disintegrated you turned hearing the clattering of bones as the skeleton fell apart under Techno’s sword.
You looked at the edge of your pickaxe and grimaced at the blood on it. You saw Techno pull a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipe of the blood and bone dust off his blade before he stepped forward and offered the cloth to you. You took it from him cleaning off your tool as you studied the area around you
The ravine was wide and open with a tall ceiling and a few glittering ores clustered in the walls, off to one side an open area was illuminated by a torch you had placed and underground stream running through it the surrounding area around it covered in damp dirt and a few mushrooms.
Techno stepped forward and tested the dirt with his toe stepping forward into the area closer to the stream.
You walked up behind him and handed the handkerchief back to him as you put the pickaxe into a holder on your belt so you could cross your arms. “What are you thinking about?” you inquire looking up at Technos face. He was staring quite intently at the soil with a look tha you could just not place.
His eyes were slightly glazed over as he turned towards you and said “BrruuUUhhh, I could plant so many potatoes in here.”
You instantaneously busted into laughter, hunching over and placing your hands on your knees for support. No matter where you went the one thing sure to never change was Techno’s slightly insane love for potatoes.
“What?” he said head turning to the side clearly confused by your laughter.
You whipped tears out of your eyes and clutched your stomach as you stood up a little straighter. “Oh nothing,” you say turning towards the tunnel you two had built, “I just think I need to give you and your precious new potato farm a little alone time.”
This statement earned you a glare from Techno as he followed you up the tunnel back to the small cave that was the entrance to Pogtopia.
“Remember that whole competition you had with farming potatoes? It’s a wonder you can still stand to look at the things after all of that.” you said placing your picaxe against the wall of the cave. The ravine most definitely gave you enough room to work with as a base for the revolution so you decided you were done working for now.
Techno shook his head and snorted, “I wouldn't expect a simpleton such as yourself to understand the value of potatoes.’ he said standing up a little straighter his voice coming out haughty and royal like it always had been back in the early days of your traveling together and how it always came out when people he did not trust were around.
You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to give a retort when you heard a thump outside of the cave. You stood up quickly grabbing your axe off the table as well as Technos mask, you tossed it to him as you stepped forward to the entrance peering out to see a battered Tommy and Wilbur rushing forward frantically looking behind themselves.
“We have a problem.” Wilbur said as Techno walked up beside you.
“That is..?” Techno asked eying the both of them suspiciously, this was simply a recon mission; it wasn't expected for them to come back with more problems than they already had.
“I may have accidentally let it slip that you and Big D were here…” Tommy said looking off the the side sheepishly, causing you to flinch at the unwanted nickname and the information.
Wilbur stepped forward in front of Tommy and said, “What he fails to mention is that Shlatt is uncomfortably excited about the fact that he two of you are around.”
You and Techo both looked at each other and made eye contact clearly thinking the same thing.
Your enemy being excited was not something for you to be happy about.
Hope you all enjoyed and I will see you next time! - Bree
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It’s Over
For @band--psycho‘s bingo challenge. The prompt is enemies to lovers.
Pairing is Tig x Reader
Note: (S/N) = sister’s name
“It was my sister,” you said coldly as you packed your bag.
Flashback
You’d just come back from a week long conference, Tig said he’d be on the road doing club stuff so timing couldn’t have been better. Everything went amazingly well, from your presentation to the doors that had opened for you and your career. Hell you could count the times someone told you to call em if you’re interested in a specific job. You’d done some light research and seen that most are out of state near the Maine area of the U.S. And while that seemed all well and good, you couldn’t just leave the family you’d made behind.
You were making Tigger’s favorite, ready to surprise him by taking it to the shop with promises of play time later. You loaded up the food into your car and made your way to T.Ms a happy grin on your face feeling giddy with all the pent up energy from not having seen your old man in a solid week. Yea there were calls but that shit ain’t the same.
You went through to the office waving at the boys as you passed by. You pressed a kiss to Chibs’ and Happy’s cheeks in greeting as you passed them by batting their hands away from the lunch bag.
“Nu uh,” you said with a grin, “This one is not for you. But let me know what you want me to bring for Sunday dinner and I’ll do my best. By the way have you seen Tiggy anywhere?”
The boys nodded happily but stilted at the question.
“He’s in the back,” Chibs said with a grin.
You noticed he didn’t look quite as teasing as he should have been but chalked it up to jet lag from the bike trip.
Happy didn’t look much better. You were sure if looks could kill someone would be dead with how cold and hard his eyes were.
“Come on little girl I’ll take you,” Happy said with a small smile.
“Lemme put this in tha lounge aye?” Chibs said reaching for the bag.
You furrowed your brows at them and the sudden odd behavior but gave Chibs the bag. You’d never needed any of the boys to take you to the back...
Happy didn’t say much on your way and you were going to say something when you heard moaning and heavy breathing.
You looked to Happy who nodded forward.
You walked up quietly hoping it was one of the prospects getting handsy with a crow eater. Your hopes were dashed at seeing Tig on a chair a woman bouncing on his lap. You covered your mouth to keep from gasping at who it was exactly that was on his lap. Your sister...
You made your way out to where Happy stood a sad look in his eyes.
You pulled out your phone and text widow, ‘Are there cameras in that room?’
You showed him the message and nodded as he confirmed it.
‘Get me a copy of that and make sure her face is visible,’ you typed in.
Happy looked at you startled, he’d never seen you so dead seat on something.
You turned around walked back into the room and took a picture of the deed tearful eyes cold and heart dead.
That done, you turned around and left. Out in the front, Happy and Chibs waited for you both concerned as they looked you over.
You took a seat in the lounge both boys at either side.
“Are ya gonna wait on ‘im?” Chibs asked quietly.
You shrug really not knowing what to do before sighing.
“Is it ok if I crash at either of you apartments?” You asked.
Happy nodded quietly, considering he never uses the place.
“I’ll help ya with your stuff,” Chibs said with a nod.
“No you won’t,” you say with conviction, “Despite everything going on between us now, he’s still your brother.”
“Yea...but if looks could kill he’d be dead,” Happy said with conviction.
You’d become family in the near 5 years you’d been with Tig. You meant a lot to them, even the prospects.
“I promise to keep in touch,” you say taking their hands in each of yours.
They nod and stand one to punch out the other to work the ladder not at all happy with how things ended.
As soon as Happy stepped out to punch out your sister walked out Tig not too far behind her.
“(Y/N)! You’re home!” Your sister said excitedly moving to hug you.
You kept your distance avoiding her hurt look and before she could say anything, you pulled out your phone showing her the picture you’d just taken.
(S/N) paled at the image.
“It’s not what you think,” she said voice shaky.
“No you’re right....him and I was not what I thought,” you said voice hard.
She shook her head pleadingly at that but before she could say anything...
“Baby!” Tig cried walking around (S/N) to envelope you in his arms.
You felt sick as he hugged you knowing where he’d been. It also didn’t help that (S/N) had been exactly were.
“You ok?” He asked when you pulled away, “Did something happen?”
‘Yea you dick you cheated on me with my sister,’ you thought but shook your head and left without a backward glance Happy hot on your heels.
You were heaving from how angry and ready to break you were. Happy saw this and gently held you in place.
“Breath,” he said lowly as you both heard Tig yelling at Chibs.
“I can’t,” you said as tears fell.
“Chibs is being a door stop,” Happy said looking over your shoulder, “But if you wanna leave...”
“We leave after I do this,” you said and walked to Tig’s bike.
You saw the men freeze as you looked at the bike a not so friendly look on your face.
Before Happy could do anything, you pulled out the knife Tig had given you for Christmas and slashed his tires making sure to leave the knife imbedded in the second tire.
You turn around to see a shocked and mouth agape Happy.
“Ok...Now I can go,” you said and walked away to your car.
You were stopped by your crying sister throwing her arms around you as she cried, “(Y/N) please!”
You pushed her off roughly not ready to deal with her yet and ran to your car.
You’d not sooner gotten in you car that you heard Chibs called out, “Move over lass! Ya ain’t in na condition to be drivin’.”
You were about to say no but was pushed to the passenger seat by the Scott.
“Lemme drive lass, Hap’s holdin’ on ta Tig while ya make yer getaway,” he said with a small laugh as he remembered you’d slashed the bike tires, “Granted he won’ be goin’ nowhere on flat tires.”
Back at home, Chibs found empty boxes to start putting your things in as you told him what belonged to whom while you packed away your clothing.
~End Flashback~
“What the hell man!” You heard Tig yell at Chibs who was loading up the last of two boxes that held your things.
“Babe–”
“It had to be my sister,” you said not turning around continuing to pack your bag.
“Babe please!” He said desperately, walking to where you were and taking things out.
You slapped his hand, hard, and repacked the clothing he’d taken out.
“And before you start, I saw you don’t give me the “it’s not what you think” crap,” you say as you packed up the last of your clothes.
“It didn’t mean anything!” He yelled.
“It meant enough for you to throw away 5 years together Alexander. Five fucking years I gave to you only to have it thrown in my face cuz my bitch ass of a sister made her cunt available to you while I was away for work,” you yelled turning to look at him, “And the worst thing is that I have no fucking clue how long this has been going on.”
Tig lowered his gaze and scuffed at the rug with his boot.
“How long Alexander?” You asked not really wanting to know the answer.
“A month...” he mumbled out.
Chibs walked in just as Tig answered the question and looked at his brother in disbelief.
“You sack o’ shite!” He yelled and punched Tig in the face, “You cheated on the best thing that has happened to ya with ‘er sister for a month! What was it Tig!? Was it the fresh pussy? That she was there? What the FUCK was it Tig!?”
“I don't know!” Tig yelled out as Chibs punched him while he was down, “I don’t know. She came onto me one night I’d mixed two drinks too many and next thing ya know I woke up with her on me.”
“Did it never make you stop and think to come clean!?” Chibs yelled.
“Dude she made me swear not to,” Tig said letting Chibs wale on him for the answer.
You on the other hand stood frozen as everything came to light.
“She made you swear because of (S/H/N),” you said quietly.
Chibs turned to look at you questions in his eyes.
“(S/N)’s husband is in the military and is diploid,” you said looking at Chibs, “She’s always been a horny bitch, sad she couldn’t just fuck a prospect and had to go for what wasn’t hers.”
Chibs approached you and nodded to the bags behind you on the bed.
You nod and he takes them to the car.
“At least now I'm free to fuck any son I want,” you say cruelly, “Because now nothing is sacred, and that is on you. Enjoy the crows Alex, maybe they’ll help you forget about me.”
“But baby I love you!” He yelled after you.
You scoffed and said, “If you did you’d have come to me as soon as it happened. Not gone back for more....fuck you Alexander Trager and hope that this doesn’t make it’s way over seas.”
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Home Again Chapter 1
Jean x Marco
Summary: Jeana and Marco have been friends since the tender ages of 5 and 7. They grow together and fall in love.... then Jean disappears.
Warnings: This story will contains mentions of past rape and abuse. The violence parts will probably be descriptive, but the rape will not be. There will be eventual smut further along into the story.
~20 Years Ago~
"Jean, honey, this is mommy's new boss, Mr. Bott. He is the man who is going to help us, so I need you to be on your best behavior, okay?" The small five year old with ash blonde hair, dark brown undercut and honey golden eyes nodded his head as he stared at the tall dark haired man with dark chocolate eyes.
"Nice to meet you Master Jean." The man smiled down at the boy with a warm smile. "This is my son, Marco, he just turned seven a few months ago. Heard you enjoy dinosaurs and superheroes?" Jean nodded as he stared at the boy just two years older than himself with wide eyes, mapping out all the freckles along his tanned skin, milk chocolate eyes staring back into his own with a smile that could make the grumpiest of men relax. "Marco has a boatload of dinosaur and superhero toys, Marco, why don't you show Jean your room?" Marco smiled, grabbing Jean's hand and dragging him up the giant spiral staircase to the second floor.
Once inside the room, Jean's jaw dropped, the size of Marco's bedroom was bigger than his whole house combined. The ceiling was high with detailed trim along the edges, painted in a dark brown and a pale maroon shade of red. The bed was bigger than what any seven year old should have, a giant flat screen tv was mounted onto the wall across from the bed and games, movies and toys filled the rest of the room. "Do you want to play a video game? I have Spyro the dragon, Crash Bandicoot, Mario Kart?" The freckles kid asked, naming off games while setting up one of the many gaming consoles he owned.
"I… ummm.." Jean stood there nervously, rocking on his feet while twiddling his tiny thumbs. "I've never played a video game before." He looked up to see Marco smiling at him.
"That's okay! I'll teach you! We can start with Mario Kart, it's a multiplayer game, so I'll be able to teach you!" He smiled proudly as if he just won first place at the spelling bee.
"Oh, okay! Thank you!" Jean grabbed the controller Marco handed out to him with shaky hands. The two sat down on the squishy blue and purple bean bag chairs and started a game, Marco showing him how to pick his character, how to move and control the kart and how to throw the special abilities gained when hitting the boxes with the question marks.
"So, Jean, what's your favorite color?"
"Purple." Jean spoke as he tried to concentrate on what he was doing on the screen, still having a bit of trouble with the turns.
"Cool! Mines red!" Marco spoke as he gestures to the room around them.
"Favorite food?" Jean asked, stealing a glance at the older kid next to him, he couldn't help but smile, Marco's smile was infectious.
"Spaghetti! Well, all kinds of pasta! Penne, ravioli, ricotta-"
"I thought ricotta was a cheese?" Jean questioned, he wasn't actually sure himself, he just knew that cheese was a luxury in his home, never having enough money most of the time for really fancy things like cheeses.
"Oh, yeah! It is!" Marco giggled, "I just really like ricotta cheese." Jean giggled too, this kid was alright. "You're my new best friend, Jean."
~8 Years Later~
"Will you just shut up, Yeager?" A thirteen year old Jean Kirstein, as calmly as he could, spoke with his fist balled up at his sides as he walked out of the middle school building.
"Come on, Kirstein, didn't your poor piss excuse for a mother teach you it isn't nice to tell people to shut up?" Eren, the school bully, asshole and dick, in Jean's opinion, insulted. That's when Jean's resolve faded into nothing and landed a swift punch to the tanned, unblemished skin, a crunch was heard throughout the whole parking lot. Eren fell to the ground but quickly regained his strength and landed a kick to Jean's guy. The wind was knocked from Jean's lungs, but his anger was dominant. He lunged for the bastard who insulted his mother, the only parent he ever knew who worked her ass off to make sure he survived, to give the douche-nozzle a good pounding, but warm, strong arms held him back before hos fist could collide with it's intended target.
"Jean." A warm voice whispered in his ear, Marco. He relaxed in the freckles arms but he was still livid. "Let's go." Then, he was dragged off to the black Chevy Impala.
"Is that your boyfriend Horse Face? Man, I knew you were fruity but seriously? You could do better!" Jean almost got out Marco's grip, but the taller, older teen had his grip firm and all but threw the teen into the back seat.
"Jean-"
"No, don't start Marco! He taunted me about how I have to live my life, insulted my mother, then insulted you! He deserved to get his lights punched out!" Jean yelled, unshed tears forming in the corners of his Carmel eyes, threatening to spill any second. Marco just simply drew the younger into his arms and the driver drove towards Bott Manor. "He… he doesn't have to be so mean! I never did anything to him!"
When they finally pulled into the Manor, Marco led Jean to his room, the same room they first became friends in eight years ago. The stuffed animals and small toys are now replaced with books, CDs and even more games and movies. Marco sat them down on the bed and neither spoke for a few minutes. "He was right, ya know." Marco finally spoke and Jean looked at him like he had four heads. "You could do better than me, if we were together."
"Marco Bott, you stop right there! No one could ever replace you! You are literally the best person alive! If I had the balls to kiss you I would!" Jean and Marco's eyes widened and Jean turned into a blushing, flustered mess. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I.. I don't know why I said tha-", but Jean couldn't finish, Marco's lips pressed firmly against his in a gentle yet passionate kiss that spoke thousands of words and so many feelings.
"I love you Jean." Marco whispered as they pulled apart, foreheads still touching as both tried to regain their breath and slow their hearts. Jean cupped Marco's face in his hands and kissed him again.
"I love you too, Marco."
~2 Years Later~
Jean Kirstein, fifteen year old freshman at Trost High, walked through the park on his way home after work. He hates his job, hates working behind the counter at the local Taco Bell, hates that Eren works there too in the kitchen as a prep cook, hates dealing with annoying ass customers with snarky attitudes complaining that their crunch wrap supreme doesn't have enough sour cream. Well sorry, Karen, I don't make the fucking food nor do I determine how much sour cream goes on it. Today was a particularly bad day, Eren called off claiming he was sick when Jean really knew he was out with his "boyfriend" leaving him to prepare food and take orders. Then someone took a dump on the men's bathroom floor, didn't even try to aim for the fucking toilet! Just took a shot right there in the middle of the goddamn floor which he had to clean up himself while his manager bitched about him not doing his job at the counter. All Jean wanted to do was go home, talk to his boyfriend for a little before he eventually went to bed and got up early the next day for school.
It was a simple request that he wished for while the clock ticked by slowly. Jean was so into his own head, he never heard the footsteps coming up behind him until it was too late. A wet cloth covered his nose and mouth, his eyes widened for a second before the world faded to black.
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"We have to find him!" Marco shouted at his father who was looking at him with a solemn expression. Marco paced back and forth in front of his father's desk, hands taking through his u kept hair. He has barely slept a wink since Jean vanished three days ago, his mind wondering about all the worst scenarios it could think of.
"We are trying, son, but we have no evidence of anything taking place. No struggle, no personal belongings, nothing to suggest anything has even happened."
"But Jean couldn't have just vanished into thin air! He wouldn't run away either! He loved his mom too much to just up and leave her and me…" Marco trailed off, thinking about his and Jean's time together over the last two years. Picnic and arcade dates, eating pizza and hot wings while they binge watched their favorite tv series at that moment, the soft and gentle kisses they shared between one another before they parted ways, always promising to text each other once they got home, letting the other one know they got there safe. That's the single most reason why Marco knew something was wrong. Neither of them forgot to send the 'im home safe and sound' text. Not once, in the ten years that they've known each other, did they miss sending that text. Even as children and Marco's father gave Mrs. Kirstein a cell phone as a gift to keep in contact, did they miss THAT text.
"Son, we are doing everything we can to find Jean. But we also need to think rationally, Jean might not ever be found." Marco froze at those words, Jean may be lost forever? He may never see those honey eyes, beautiful smile, perfect sketches and vibrant paintings painted by those slender pale hands and fingers? May never run his hands through those soft locks of ash and brown ever again? That's when Marco broke, he screamed and fell to the floor in a fetal position on the floor. His father looked at him with hurt in his own dark chocolate eyes, for him, his son and Jean's mother who was currently out looking for her only child as they speak. Don Bott rose from his leather chair and walked around the desk, kneeling in front of his son. He put his hand on his back and whispered a pained, "I'm sorry, Marco."
~10 Years Later (Present Day)~
Here he was, once again, at an underground auction. Mr. Bott hated these things, but he had no other choice, ever since Mrs. Kirstein passed away three years ago from a drunk driving accident, he hasn't been able to find someone who cleaned as well as she had. Every person he hired had an attitude or just didn't speak at all, always forgetting to dust the book shelves or take out the trash. So he relented and took up on Mr. Ackerman's suggestion to go to an auction. Getting there early to get a good seat, Mr. Bott, along with Mr. Ackerman, Mr. Braun and Mr. Hoover, the Dons of their respected parts of New York City, all sat down to converse while the auction for the…. Pleasure portion of the auction slowly came to a close. Mr. Bott cringed as the scum of New York bid money on these poor people just for the gratification of getting their dick in a hole.
"And now for our last and best prize of the night!" The auctioneer spoke as the Dons sighed in relief, none of them liked the idea of people being sold for pleasure as they themselves, tried for years to get it under control but never succeeding. "This one has been in the business for ten years, used and a bit rough looking, but this little beauty will be the best fuck you ever had. Clean and pliant, not a bad body either if I do say so myself. Number 54!" The announcer spoke as someone roughly shoved a young man out into the center of the room. The numbers flying from the crowd started pouring in left and right and it got the Dons wondering whom this "prize" was. "Three-thousand!" "Ten-thousand!" "Twenty Five-thousand!"
"Two hundred-thousand!" The crowd went quiet after hearing the deep booming voice coming from the front row.
"Two hundred-thousand! Going once! Going twice! Sold! To Do Bott!" The young man was then hauled out of the room to be prepped for leaving the facility.
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"Dad! I'm home! Reiner, Bert, Mikasa, Eren and Armin are here too!" Marco called from the doorway as he and the others walked into the Manor. "Dad?!"
"In the living room son!" He heard his father call and the group walked towards the sound.
"What's up? We heard your voicemail and hauled ass here. What happened?" Marco asked as soon as he saw his father, eyes brimmed with tears and a small smile. The others in the room, specifically Dr. Yeager, looked at them, small sad but slightly happy smiles on their faces. "What's going on here?" The group looked at each other, confused and concern plastered on their faces. Once Mr. Bott moved to the side and gestured to the couch, it was then that the group realized what was happening. On the couch asleep, lay a thin pale man, dark circles under his eyes, bruises and scars and even some fresh wounds, now neatly stitched up thanks to Dr. Yeager, littering his almost naked form. Marco stared at the man laying on the pale green couch and tears flooded down his cheeks. "Jean?"
#attack on titan#Jean Krischtein#marco bott#jean x marco#kidnapping#abuse#eventual smut#jeans mom#marcos dad#eren yeager#mafia au#reiner#bert#mikasa#armin#erens dad
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Jeff Gets Forcibly Adopted
A short story I wrote a while ago based around the mansion au. Warning for a fair few curse words.
Word count: 4160
"Fucking popcorn..." Jeff muttered to himself as he walked down the darkened street. He picked at his teeth using the kitchen knife he used for throat slitting and blood spilling. He grunted in frustration and dug the knife in harder. It slipped suddenly upwards and hit his top teeth. "AH- fuck-!" He sucked on his top lip for a moment. No blood- good.
He licked his teeth. The piece of popcorn was dislodged! Yay! He smiled in satisfaction and lowered his arm, then froze. He got that feeling again. Not the urge to kill- that was way different. It was the feeling of being watched.
He walked in a circle slowly, looking around confusedly. "Yo who the fuck is followin' me?" He called out.
"You have no need to be afraid." The voice that replied was deep and elegant sounding. Jeff stiffened in surprise. He wasn't expecting a reply. "I've been following you for a while, Jeff. I was hoping you'd come here."
"That's really fuckin' creepy, Mr stalker man." Jeff replied. There was a soft chuckle.
"Well if I were to approach you directly you'd attack me, wouldn't you Jeff?"
"How do ya know my name?" The boy snarled back.
"Everyone knows your name, Jeff. You're a murderer. You're in the papers."
Jeff glanced around suspiciously. "Where even are you?" He asked.
"Drop the weapon and I'll let you see me."
Jeff arched a brow. He looked down at the knife in his hand, then dropped it. He stuffed his hand into his hoodie pocket and curled his hand around the handle of his second backup knife. It was duller, but would do the job. "Aight, c'mon out Mr I-Stalk-Fifteen-Year-Olds." He called.
It was still for a moment, then he saw movement. The tree standing in one of the yards down the street suddenly moved. The branches moved like arms and legs until Jeff realized it wasn't a tree at all. Out stepped an incredibly tall creature. It wore a pristine black suit and had pale white skin. And absolutely no face to speak of.
"What the fu..." Was all Jeff could mumble as he stared. He stared in disbelief.
"You may know me. They call me The Slender Man." The creature spoke. "I'm known for stealing children away. For bringing them to the woods, never to be seen again." Jeff backed away. "That's a lie, of course. I don't steal children, I take them in and help them. And they are seen again in fact." The creature tilted its head at Jeff. "I understand if you're freaked out."
"I-" Jeff gulped. "What- what in the sweet fuck-" was all he could bring himself to say. Slenderman stepped a little closer and held out a hand.
"I mean you no harm. I'd like to help you, Jeff. You'll have a roof over your head, warm meals, clean clothes," Jeff looked up at him. "A family, of sorts."
Jeff stared at the outstretched hand for a few seconds. Slender was- actually surprised. He thought it'd be harder to convince this boy.
And then Jeff yanked out his knife and slashed at Slender's wrist. He stumbled back and hissed in pain. The cut wasn't deep, and definitely wouldn't kill him- he doubted anything this boy had could kill him, but still.
Jeff lunged himself at Slender, knife poised to sink straight into the creature's abdomen. Slender moved quickly to the side. Jeff stumbled forward and managed to whirl himself around. He stumbled back, barely managing to not fall. He glared at Slender and ran at him again. He lunged again and-
He was suspended in the air. Jeff looked up in surprise and realised why. The Slender Man had grabbed him with a black tendril, which was wrapped around his midsection. Jeff tried to slash at the tendril holding him, only for a second one to grab his wrist, restraining him.
"Fighting won't help either of us." Slenderman said. "I have no wish to hurt you, and killing me is impossible."
"I don't want your help." Jeff snarled. He struggled in vain against the tendrils. Slender moved him so he was being held the right way up.
"Yes but you need it. And I think you'd like it, among other people." Slenderman replied, his hand over the cut in his wrist. Jeff glared at him. "When was the last time you put on clean clothes?" He asked.
Jeff frowned. "Why does that matter?"
"It doesn't, I'm just assuming you'd like to have a wardrobe of clothes that aren't bloody and don't stink of death."
Jeff glared at the monster holding him. "You're a dick." He growled. Slender might've smiled in amusement if he had a mouth. He turned and walked down the yard he stood beside. He stepped over the small gate at the side, then over the one in the backyard, into the woods. Jeff struggled behind him. "HEY! HEY PUT ME DOWN!"
Slenderman ignored him.
Jeff stared at the disappearing neighborhood and began to panic. This creature was supposed to steal kids, right? Was that what was happening? Was he being fucking kidnapped? He struggled and kicked against nothing. Was this thing going to kill him? Oh- oh no he was going to die wasn't he?
He tried to pull the tendril around his waist off, but it didn't work. He knew it wouldn't but it was still worth a try. Another tendril grabbed his free wrist, restraining that hand too. He bit down on his bottom lip, trying to calm his panicked breathing.
He wasn't held for very long. Only ten, maybe less, minutes. He was set down. His knife was pulled out of his hand and one of his wrists was released. He turned around to Slenderman, still visibly panicked. Out the corner of his eye he noticed light, and a building of some kind.
"I'm sorry for forcibly taking you-" Slender's deep, elegant voice was softer now, more gentle. "I usually try to convince people but- I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere with you."
Slender gestured to the building in front of them. It was gigantic- practically a mansion. Jeff stared. The light coming from the windows looked warm and welcoming. The door even had a welcome sign on it. He was still scared as all hell but- the place looked...homey. Like someone could actually live here. He gulped as Slender stepped towards the door and opened it. The tendril around his wrist tugged him gently, and he stepped forward slowly.
Slender was already talking to someone when Jeff crossed the threshold. "You need sleep Ben. And you shouldn't be letting him stay up so late, Jack." Jeff hid himself behind the cryptid's long legs and merely listened.
"Ah it doesn't 'urt 'im, slend. 'Sides, 'e's showin' me somethin' in 'is game!" The voice that replied had the thickest British accent Jeff had ever heard. It was kind of gravelly too, but the inflections sounded like the person was usually very bubbly. The kind of person who smiled a lot and liked to laugh.
"Yeah!" The voice that replied was more American sounding, and way younger. "There's this glitch that'll-"
"I don't want to hear it. It's way past your bedtime." Slender replied. The younger voice groaned. Slender looked behind himself, down at Jeff. "Oh- actually Ben, wait. I want you to meet someone."
Jeff tensed as Slender stepped aside and very, very gently pushed him forward into the view of the other two. He registered the sound of the door closing behind him.
In front of him was a large living room with two comfy looking couches and plenty of chairs. There were actually three people in the living room. The first was a- a mime? Possibly a clown? He had black hair, a striped cone nose, suspenders, puffy, striped sleeves and feathers on both his shoulders. He was entirely black and white. The second was a boy around his age with blonde hair and abnormally bright, blue eyes. He wore a green sweatshirt with blue jeans and held a game controller in his hands. He sat cross-legged on the opposite side of the couch from the mime. The last was a kid, probably older than him, who was lounged out sideways on one of the armchairs. He was dressed fairly casual. A grey hoodie, blue jeans and sneakers. What was abnormal was his grey skin, claws, fangs, oh and the fucking three tongues hanging out of his mouth as he snored.
"This is Jeff. He's around your age, Ben." Slender said. The boy - Ben, waved over at Jeff.
"Hi." He greeted. He smiled, then looked up at Slender. His smile dropped. "A-Are you hurt?"
The goofy smile that was on the mime's face dropped and he looked over at Slender too. He didn't look worried, more- curious?
"It's nothing serious, don't worry. It's my fault in all honesty I should've assumed Jeff would have a backup weapon hidden away somewhere." Jeff shoved his hands into his pockets as Slender spoke. These two seemed to look up to Slender, right? So presumably, hurting him made Jeff public enemy number one. Great.
He was definitely leaving as soon as possible.
He was snapped back to his thoughts by the thick British accent again. "Feisty young'n, eh?" Jeff looked up. The mime had somehow moved over to him in seconds without Jeff even noticing. He stepped back in surprise, then realised the mime was still on the couch.
"Jack, you'll freak him out doing that." Slender scolded. Did this thing treat everyone in this house like a kid? Weirdo. The mime's face moved away, and Jeff realised the mime, presumably called Jack, had an extendable neck. Not weird at all.
"Eh, 'e's no pansy I'm sure." Jack shifted on the couch and lay down, crossing his legs. His head flopped over the arm of the chair. "No' wiv a face like tha'." He winked at Jeff, who glared back at him.
"Be nice." Slender hissed back. He looked over at Ben. "Now you, bed."
"But can't I-"
"No, Ben. You're a growing boy. You need to rest."
Ben groaned and turned off his game. He got up and moved over, shutting off his console. As he walked past Jeff towards the stairs he gave him a look of distrust. Jeff watched him go.
Slender walked past Jeff and through another door next to the couch where Jack lay. Jeff opened his mouth to ask Slender if he should follow, then closed it. He didn't want to seem like a needy child or anything- he needed to be tough, establish that he wasn't a wimp. So, instead, he leaned against the nearest wall, crossed his arms, and busied himself with looking around idly.
There wasn't much. The place looked- well, like a normal house. Extremely big, but normal. Jeff frowned at the photos on the walls. There were more kids. Slender and Jack were in quite a few. Ben was in a couple. The grey three tongued boy appeared often too.
"So, Jeff." Jack interrupted Jeff's thoughts. He looked at the monochrome brit. "Wha's yer story then? Dead? Immor'al? Murderer?" Jeff opened his mouth to reply but was cut off. "Oooh maybe ye're a ghost tha' go' murdered an' now ye're a murderer!" His black and white eyes shone with excitement. "Tha'd explain yer face."
"...I'm alive. And human." Jeff replied.
"Ah-" Jack looked at him. "Then I guess I go'a...face the fact that ye're just normal, eh?"
Jack stared at him, waiting for a response of any kind. When he didn't get one he frowned. "Ah, c'mon, tha' was bloody hilarious!"
"At least I'm not the one with the striped nose." Jeff responded coldly. Jack stared at him in horror.
Slender emerged from the kitchen, with bandages wrapped around his injured wrist. He looked down at Jack.
"What are you pouting about, LJ?" He asked with a sigh.
"'E insulted me nose..." Jack muttered back. He curled up, his arms crossed as he sulked. Slender would've rolled his eyes if he had any. He looked over at Jeff.
"Follow me." He said. As he walked towards the stairs, completely ignoring the unhappy British mime pouting on his couch. Jeff didn't spare Jack a glance as he followed the giant faceless cryptid. They turned right and stopped at a door at the end of the hall. Slender pushed it open and ducked inside. Jeff followed.
It was a bedroom. A simple one. Wooden floorboards, maroon walls and simple wood furniture. The bed was big with clean white sheets and soft looking pillows. Jeff looked around, confused. Slender looked at him.
"We'll get you more things as time goes by," he said. "Hopefully it'll work for now?"
Jeff looked at him, surprised. He got his own room? "Uh- yeah. It's fine." He stuffed his hands in his pockets and glanced around.
"Good." Slenderman grabbed something from the bed and held it out to Jeff. "There's a bathroom just across the hall. You'll be sharing it with Ben and Toby. Is that okay?"
"Uh- yeah." Jeff took what Slender was holding out - a towel and clean clothes. Jeff frowned.
"After you shower come down to the kitchen, okay?" Slender said. "Do you want something to eat? Are you hungry?"
Jeff looked up at Slender in thought. It- had been a while since he'd eaten something that wasn't snack foods or ready made meals. "Yeah- yeah food would- food sounds good." He glanced away. Slender seemed to smile despite his lack of mouth.
"Good!" He moved past Jeff. "Oh and put your clothes in the laundry basket."
And with that, Jeff was left alone. He waited a bit for something to happen, but nothing did, so he left the room. There was one door across the hall. Jeff walked over, opened it, and stepped inside.
The bathroom was fucking huge. Half of the left wall was just bath tub. It looked big enough for maybe three people. Pretty deep too. "Jesus this place is fancy." Jeff muttered as he locked the door behind himself and took the room in. There was no windows, so he couldn't exactly escape. Not that he wanted to. Not yet. He'd at least shower and eat first.
Jeff wasn't concerned with really cleaning himself, though he definitely would make use of the fancy looking body wash on the shower shelf. He turned on the hot water and sighed contentedly. The whole on the run and homeless thing kinda made it hard to enjoy a nice hot shower. He sat down on the floor of the tub and curled up, just enjoying the warmth. He must've lost track of time because there was a knock on the bathroom door. He looked up.
"Jeff? You okay in there?" It was Slender.
"Uh- yeah."
"Ah- alright. I don't want to rush you but try to hurry up, okay? Your food will go cold."
"Aight." Jeff called back as he stood up. He grabbed the body wash and cleaned himself off quickly. Then he grabbed the shampoo and conditioner and did his best to clean up his hair. It wasn't much, and his long black hair was horribly knotted and tangled, but at least he tried.
After stepping out of the shower he checked in the mirror to make sure his black hair dye hadn't washed itself out yet, then put on the clothes he'd been giving. Fluffy black and white socks, black boxers, striped pyjamas, also black and white, along with a long sleeved white shirt with three large Zs embroidered onto it.
...pyjamas.
Fine- they were comfy, so he'd put up with it. After depositing his old clothes into the laundry Jeff stepped out of the bathroom and looked around. He hadn't been able to take the place in before. The door closest to his was covered in stickers of all kinds. Jeff brushed over them, instead focusing his attention on a white sign on the door. It simply read "Beware: Dumbass moron ahead." In black lettering. Jeff looked at the door beside it. It was painted green and had three yellow triangles on it. Underneath were some letters that read "Ben".
He walked down the hall and looked at the other doors he passed. One was painted red and white with the words "Laughing Jack" on it, and the other, directly in front of the stairs, had vines on it, decorated with different coloured flowers. Past that was a pink door with "Sally" on it and a blue one with black drips painted on. Huh.
Jeff walked down the stairs slowly, taking the place in again. The house was as quiet as the dead, save for the quiet snoring of the three tongued creature sleeping in the living room. As Jeff tiptoed closer to the kitchen he could hear the thick British accent again. He paused and pressed his ear against the door.
"Ye shouldn' 'ave underestimated 'im."
"Yes I know- quite the clever boy, honestly. He's very capable too. He shows promise."
"Ye talk abou' kids like they're projects."
"Perhaps." There was a pause. "He's been alone for two years you know. He's probably on edge, being in a domestic setting again."
"Maybe." He heard someone sipping something.
Once it was quiet again Jeff pushed the door open slowly and peeked in. Jack and Slender looked up at him as he stepped into the kitchen. "Uh-" Jeff began before he was cut off.
"Ah! There you are." Slender chirped in greeting. His happy demeanor was- unnerving. You'd think his very existence would be horrifying but he was nothing but pleasant. "Take a seat. I made soup, is that okay?"
"Uh- yeah." All of this felt weird. Really weird. Jeff walked over and sat in the chair Jack pulled out for him. A black tendril placed a mug in front of him. The liquid in it was a white-ish yellow colour. Jeff arched a brow.
"It's real good. Try i'." Jack said next to him. Jeff took the warm mug and sipped from it. The liquid was thick and warm. It was milky and sweet and soothed his throat as he swallowed.
Oh. Oh wow. Whatever this was it was delicious. Jeff chugged back maybe half the mug then put it down with a satisfied sigh. Jack chuckled next to him, which made him tense. He pushed the mug away and sat up, folding his arms on the kitchen table and looking disinterested again. "Yeah it's- it's nice."
Jack laughed louder that time. "Ah 'e's a fine lad, Slender." He said loudly in between laughs. Slender chuckled to himself and set a bowl of soup in front of Jeff.
"I'm glad you like it. I didn't know if you'd like tea or not and- well cocoa would just keep you up so-"
"'E's thankful, Slender." Jack interrupted.
"I know I know-"
Jeff grabbed the spoon he'd been given and ate the soup silently as Slender sat down again. It was quiet for a bit until Slender spoke up. "So- Jeff," the boy looked up from his meal. "There's a few things you should know about living here." Jeff tilted his head as Slender spoke. "Besides me, Jack and Ben there's a few others here. There's Sally, Toby and- well another Jack. He's the one sleeping on the chair inside."
Jeff nodded. He didn't plan on staying here long but- it'd be worth it to listen.
"They might be frightening at first but they're all harmless. Sally is a little younger, so be nice around her. We have homeschooling four days a week and clean the house on Sundays." Slender looked at him for a response.
"...uh-huh?"
Slender didn't seem to have planned a response to that. He cleared the throat he may or may not have had. "Is there any way we can make you more comfortable here?" Jeff shrugged. "Any allergies?" Jeff shook his head. "Maybe you-"
"Slender, 'e doesn' wanna talk." Jack cut in. "Let him eat up and sleep." The mime looked at Jeff. "We'll figure i' all ou' in th' mornin', yeah?"
Jeff nodded. Jack smiled and looked back at Slender, who sighed quietly. "You're right. My apologies." He said. "Though after you're finished eating there's a couple other things I'd like to do, then you can sleep."
"Okay." Was all Jeff responded with, along with another nod. It was relatively quiet as he ate, though Jack tried to start a conversation a couple times, Slender never really let it go anywhere. "Uh- I'm finished." Jeff said after a bit.
"Ah! Good." Slender stood up. "Jack, clean up his dishes for me will you?" He asked as he left. Jack sighed and grabbed Jeff's bowl and mug. His arm stretched over and placed them beside the sink. The mime sighed tiredly and rested his head on his now normally proportioned arms. Jeff wanted to say something but- couldn't think of anything, so they sat in awkward silence until Slender came back.
He placed several bottles that rattled as they were placed down, and a spray bottle, on the table. Slender pulled out Jeff's chair.
"Can you turn around for me?" He asked. Jeff arched. Brow but did as he was told, his back facing Slender.
And then he realized what was going on. A hairbrush was dragged through his damp, knotted hair. Jeff hissed in pain. "Sorry, sorry," his hair was sprayed with something that smelled of apples and brushed again. Jeff winced. "I'm sorry I know it hurts I'm trying to be gentle-"
The hairbrush was pulled away. Jeff's breathing was shaky as he relaxed slightly. He heard a snipping noise and moved quickly to his feet.
"Jeff-"
"YOU'RE CUTTING IT?!"
Slender seemed to wince. "It's knotted really badly- I won't make it too short."
"No- no you can't-" Jeff stared at him, suddenly panicky. Slender lowered the scissors he was holding.
"How about you show me how long you'd like it? Would you like that?" He asked softly. Jeff stared for a few moments. His breathing slowed and he relaxed.
"...okay." he murmured. Jeff slowly sat down again. He reached up and grabbed a piece of his hair. "Just about there?" He asked nervously. Slender nodded.
"Alright."
Jack watched Jeff as Slender cut his hair. The boy stared at the floor and gripped onto the edge of the chair tightly. The mime frowned and reached into his puffy sleeve, pulling out some candy. "'Ere kid, ye want some?"
Jeff looked up a bit and slowly took one of the candies, a butterscotch and unwrapped it. He tossed it into his mouth. He mumbled a "thank you." and continued staring at the ground.
It took maybe half an hour for Slender to cut, brush and style Jeff's hair back to something decent. A mirror was held down in front of him. "How does it look?"
Jeff looked up and stared at himself. He- it actually- looked nice. His hair hadn't looked this good since...before he'd- y'know- killed his parents. It was a little longer now, but it looked the same as it did then. "It- it's nice."
Slender would've smiled had he a mouth. "Good!" The mirror was pulled away. "Can you look up for me?" Jeff craned his neck upwards at Slender, who was holding a small white bottle. "I'm just going to give you eye drops, okay?"
Jeff didn't protest, though he did flinch as the drops hit his eyes. He looked back down. Wow- wow those felt great- his eyes always felt like they were burning and just- generally not great, but those drops seemed to work wonders. He smiled a bit. Jack noticed this and looked up and Slender, flashing him a toothy grin.
"One last thing before you sleep, Jeff." Slender said. Jeff looked up at him. The faceless cryptid held out a glass of water in one tendril, and a handful of pills. "Just some vitamins to make you stronger and such."
Jeff took the pills and water and hesitated. Taking pills from a stranger was dumb- even Jeff knew that but- Slender was so caring- more caring than Jeff's own parents had been.
He took a swig of the water and tossed the pills into his mouth. He gagged as he swallowed them, then sipped the water some more. "...thank you." He murmured. Slender patted the boy's head.
"You're probably exhausted," he said. "Why don't you go to bed?"
Jeff nodded and stood up. He looked at Jack for a moment, then Slender. "...gnight." was all he could think to say, though he wanted to say something more- well, meaningful. He left the kitchen, walked upstairs and shuffled into his room. His door looked extremely bare compared to the others. He padded over to his bed, lay down, and buried his face in his pillow.
He was asleep in minutes.
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Commission work - Harry Hook x Reader - part 2 - the date
commission from @musicarose
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Harry burst into Carlos’ room, pointing at dude “I NEED TO BORROW DUDE!” he yelled, panting heavily. Carlos slowly looked up from his laptop, blinking confused at Harry.
“why?” he asked, closing the device and standing up from his bed. “oh wait!” Carlos laughed “its Friday isn’t it?” he picked up dude from his bed on the bed and grabbed his leash.
“Luckily for you, I haven’t taken him for a walk today so hes still full-on energy!” he set dude on the ground and handed the leash to harry “but just so you know, there is a rent a pet place right outside of the grounds where you can rent a dog to walk them?”
Harry nodded “aye, but I know dude and duke get along so I don’t wanna risk anythin’ with another dog” Carlos smiled.
“that’s smart, alright, have fun on your date!” Harry gave a shy smile and nodded, heading out of Carlos’ room with dude.
Carlos started at the now-closed door in surprise “huh….he didn’t even deny it….(y/n) is going to be good for him”
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You ran around your room, rushing to find an outfit. “duke, I have to meet Harry in half an hour and I've no idea what to wear!!”
Duke rolled his eyes and padded over to your closet, nosing it open and gently grabbing a white, blue, and pink sundress, he gave a soft ‘boof’
You spun around, a bright smile breaking on your face “oh duke that’s perfect!” you ran over and fished it out of the closet “and my boots would go perfect with it! Oh and my denim jacket!!”
Duke bounded around you, excitedly barking with your high energy.
“oh duke” you cooed, kneeling next to him and cuddling his head “what would I do without you~”
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Harry took a deep breath, looking down at his clean red jacket and looking for any imperfections “harry trust me, you look good, she won't be able to look away”
He looked down, raising his brow at dude, who just grinned up at him “uh,” he muttered “thanks dude” the mutt nodded.
“no problem, now get in there, and then order me a puppachino!”
Harry laughed and shook his head, entering the café, glad he had chosen a place that allowed dogs.
A loud bark came from an obviously large dog and harry looked over, seeing duke standing at attention and looking at them, his tail going crazy.
Harry's world slowed down as you looked up, from the shoes to the top of your head, you looked beautiful.
“harry you made it” you cheered, the world returned to normal speed, harry swallowed, and walked over to you sitting across from you.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” he chuckled, dude slipped under his seat and laid down.
You shrugged “well I don’t know, maybe you and Uma had to do something last second?” Harry snorted and shook his head.
“no, If tha’ happened I would have texted yeh, and even then I would rather be her’e” a blush rose on your face, and you looked down at your lap.
Harry looked at the sketchbook in front of you, jaw-dropping a little. “woah yeh drew tha’?”
You nodded, picking up your sketchbook and handing it to harry.
It was a fashion sketch, depicting uma in a teal dress with gold trimming and designs and a seashell waist tie.
“wow, that’s really good! Where did yeh learn ta draw?” harry set the book down in front of you and leaned on his hands.
“my mother, Anita, used to work for Cruella as one of her main designers, and she still works as her own freelance designer to this day, and I just shared her passion for art I guess”
“well lass” harry chuckled, reaching out and taking your hand, rubbing his thumb on the top of your hand. “yer amazing, i’m sure if yeh showed up uma tha’ dress she would love it”
You giggled “well I was thinking of showing Evie ya know? She's her own designer and seamstress, and I just…that’s so inspiring and gosh I would love to get there someday an-sorry im rambling” you stopped, biting your lip and looking down at Duke who placed his paw on your thigh and whined.
You patted his head and smiled “no, no keep talking! I wanna hear about everything!” your head jolted up, blinking surprised at harry.
“r-really?..usually everyone yells at me to stop talking when I get excited” you sadly mumbled, Harry's face hardened and he narrowed his eyes.
“well they can ‘eff off, they don’ know what they’re talkin’ about, I could listen to yeh talk all day” harry realized what he said a moment later, a crimson blush building on his cheeks.
You giggled, covering your mouth “r-really? You can?” harry groaned in embarrassment and covered his face, but nodded.
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Two hours later, you left the café, hand in hand, heading to the dog park to let dude and duke run around.
You two simply talked the entire time,
~so this is love~
You looked over to the side, there was a street singer, singing a love ballad. You smiled, humming along with them
~so this is love mmm~
Harry started to swing your hands between you, making you laugh and swing right with him.
~ So this is what makes life divine
I'm all aglow, mmm
And now I know (and now I know)
The key to all heaven is mine~
The music faded to the background as you made it to the park. You unleashed duke and dude, smiling as duke bolted off and began to play with a german shepherd and a border collie.
You and Harry sat on a nearby beach, your head on his shoulder as your hands were intertwined on his leg. “this has been wonderful harry” you sighed happily, “thank you for asking, it been a while since I've had such a nice time outside my dorm” you laughed.
“well thank yeh for acceptin’” Harry chuckled, “I probably would have been bored with the crew if it wasn’t fer yeh”
You snorted, content as you watched duke barrel over himself and drift, looking around confused as they landed.
You checked your phone, pouting as you noticed curfew was approaching. “its almost curfew, we should head back”
“aye” harry nodded, standing and holding out his hand for you to take, you grasped it and stood alongside him “I don’t what yeh to get in trouble.”
You smiled and nodded “thanks, DUKE~” the staffy perked up, bolting back to you, dude scuttling right after him.
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As harry escorted you back to your room, you fished out your keys, one single thought going through your mind.
“so this is where I leave yeh lass” harry gave you that flirtatious smile “until we meet again” you laughed and nodded, biting your lip before quickly leaning up and pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek.
“thank you harry, let's do this again yeah?” you backed into your dorm, duke rubbing against Harry's leg and trotting in.
Harry just stared at you, a blush rising on his cheeks “uh-uh ye-yeah! Right, next week?” he stuttered, a shy smile on his face.
You nodded and backed fully into your dorm.
“right next week, see ya!” you closed the door and leaned against it, knowing you had the biggest goofiest grin on your face.
Duke snorted, his pet was a romantic one, that’s for sure.
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As harry arrived back at his dorm, he tried to keep the dorky smile off his face. But to no avail.
He leaped up in the air and punched it, spinning as he did so.
“hell yeah!!”
---end of part 2--
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A Return From Dark Waters, Part II
Continued from Part I, found here!
(Written by myself & @iris-ymir)
Iris listened to Evangeline’s story. On some level, she felt the woman’s pain, when the other was talking about her nightmares. Iris had her own. Always the same... being strapped onto a hospital bed, while slowly losing herself. But she was not dead after all? This simple sentence gave her hope she did not know she had. She would still have time to fix a couple of things. The greatest mistake she ever made... but one could not start with such a leap. Every journey started with a small step. And for Iris? That small step would be Evangeline. What the two had in the past was gone with the wind... but it was never meant to be, anyways. With Eva’s arms wrapped tightly around her body.. a little bit too tight, Iris wanted to back away. Yet she did not. She swallowed hard, trying to keep the urge to leap away on tight reins. Breaking the embrace now would shatter Evangeline like a crystal vase, dropped off the table and onto the hard, cold marble flooring. So Iris endured the tight embrace, even though it took all of her self control, her body tense against Eva’s form. “So... Irene, huh?” Irene... Another self? Like the shrimp? If this was not a bad enough joke on its own.. now possibly having two of these leeches in her head... but this one actually using the name of her lousy mother? That...that was a joke so bad it kind of ended up being good in a twisted sort of way. Iris broke the embrace carefully, without making any overt movements. She moved like Evangeline was a startled kitten she was trying to calm down.
The pale viera pushed the plug into the hole in the bottom of the pool, and walked up to the shower stand, turning it on. As the warm, clean water started to fill the pool slowly, Iris made her way back to the miserable kitten that was Evangeline, and took a seat next to her, leaning back against the railing with a sigh.
“Irene was mi mom. A heckin’ terrible mother at dat...she died in Limsa Lominsa a good fifteen summers back. Found ‘er from da sea... raped and murdered.. Fockin’ unsuspectin’ fool... Burned ‘er corpse miself. Tha wind from da sea scattered 'er damn ashes by tha mornin’ light...” Without looking at Evangeline, Iris reached her arm over the railing, picking up a bath bomb, and flipping it into a slowly filling pool. The scent of hibiscus and steam soon filled the air.
“Ya dun sound too damn okai wid ‘er bein’ gone though. I would fockin’ lie, if I said dis wont disturb tha livin’ shite outta mi... This whole frickin’ scene.“
Evangeline could tell Iris didn’t want this. That she was uncomfortable with this. And yet...she stayed. She didn’t jump away, break the embrace...she didn’t run. Eva felt the thinner woman’s muscles tense against her, entirely unable to relax. Evangeline was about to let her go when Iris slowly and carefully extricated herself from Eva’s muscular arms. She turned on the shower again, plugging the bath, and began to fill it back up with warm water.
She’s trying. She’s really trying.
Eva thought, surprise tickling at the hollow feeling in her chest. Iris...this was unlike her. The voice was the same, though. Her eyes...undoubtedly...were the same. This was Iris...or at least, the Iris that Evangeline had known. Perhaps Silke had gotten through to her after all. Eva tried to harden her heart to the fact that Silke and Iris...that the two of them would inevitably end up together. If Iris could change...be more kind...like she was doing here...Silke would be with her. Evangeline’s breaths deepened as she tried to calm herself. Feeling the warm water tickle at her toes helped. Something to focus on other than her feelings.
“I’m sorry to hear about your mother...regardless of her quality it’s not something you should’ve had to experience. The more I hear about gods-damned Limsa Lominsa the more I want to march on it with a battalion of soldiers and wipe the blasted place off the map.” She intoned, probably sounding a bit harsher than she had meant.
”Ya dun sound too damn okai wid ‘er bein’ gone though.”
Iris was right...it wasn’t hard to read Eva given her tear-streaked face. She was trying to suppress the sobs, but couldn’t seem to find a way to.
“Y-you’re right...it’s...it’s a-awfully disturbing...and I’m s-sorry...but I do m-miss her...I don’t k-know if she was your mo-mother...though. I….I….I know...it’s not f-fair to you...to want her b-back...but she was m-my friend…” Evangeline heard a sharp intake of breath, seemingly from far off in the distance, and realized that she had done it. Probably preparing herself to burst into tears again. Because that’s what today needed. More tears. She didn’t know why she was telling Iris all of this...might be that she had been trying to help...as much as she could. But Eva had held this all inside of her for too long to contain it anymore.
“Sh-she was my...f-friend...and I d-don’t have any other f-friends...a-and I don’t know how...b-but she took the nightmares away...I di-didn’t dream them...for three wonderful nights...and I’m scared...to sleep again...b-because I know they’ll be b-back…” She covered her face with her hands, feeling the water rise around her feet. She closed her eyes and tried to contain herself, but it was the scent of hibiscus that cut the last string on that violin. She curled into herself further, tighter, her arms wrapped around her knees, and she buried her face in her thighs. She shuddered, wracked with sobs. She figured Iris would probably leave soon. Most everyone usually did. Evangeline was too broken...too hurt. Too much of a mess. Too much of a burden. Now that Iris was back...she probably had things she wanted to do. A life she wanted to live.
And now that the deal was most definitely off...Iris had nothing left to gain from Evangeline’s presence. Eva waited for the sound of retreating footsteps. Expectantly. And as she did, she felt herself whisper something. Under her breath...more to herself than anything else. She hoped Iris would hear it. And she didn’t want Iris to hear it.
“I d-don’t...want t-to be...alone…again..”
As Evangeline broke into tears again, Iris stood up, taking an empty bucket and a luffa that were resting on the edge of the pool, and walked to the shower stand, filling the bucket up. In a way, Iris saw herself in the crying woman... She had felt the same after she got left alone in Limsa Lominsa. She despised her mother, but still, the lonely, sleepless nights on the streets had been horrifying. Iris had not cried a single tear for her mother back then, but she had cried for the feeling of loneliness. Just as Evangeline did now. And the root of the sorrow? Irene. Iris’ mother... Evangeline’s.. friend? The thought was disturbing, and Iris did not want to think about it. It couldn’t be. Irene Ymir was long gone. This... this had to be someone wearing the mask. An echo of a person once lived. Deep down, Iris wished the name was just a coincidence. A simple name her subconscious had picked up from somewhere. Yes. That had to be the case. Irene was dead. As the pool filled up, Iris closed the shower, picked up the bucket and made her way into the spot next to Evangeline. She reached out for a beautiful, purple bottle of soap, and poured some of it into the bucket, stirring it with the luffa. “...Fockin’ ‘ell, Evangelin’...”, she sighed out the words, while dipping the luffa onto the bucket, and proceed to wash Eva’s back and shoulders, now that the woman was curled up into herself. “...Stop yer heckin’ bawling, okai? Who tha devil said yer alone? Im ‘ere... Ya like it or not. And for yer... Irene? If whut yer sayin’ is true... If she truly is like tha shrimp, she’ll heckin pop out sooner or later. But until dat ‘appens, yer stuck wid mi!”, suddenly Iris bursted into an almost inaudible giggle.
“Shiteberries, Im heckin’ back Ya’ll!! Dey could not keep mi! No... Dey could not keep Iris... Ya ‘ear ye motherfockers?! Tha cat’s on da table, and dere’s nothin’ ya can do about it!”, she looked up to the corner of a ceiling, with a wide grin on her messy, black lips. With her bad teeth, the look resembled something from a horror story. Iris returned back to her work, now scrubbing the soot off of Evangeline’s arms and chest, as much as she could with the woman still curled up like a caterpillar.
“...Waaait, wait... Ya slept together? Dont tell mi ya focked wid this Irene... Because dat.. Dat would be waay too weird. For a sleepin’ though... I guess ya can sleep in mi room... I ‘ave quite a wide bed. Soo, as long as ye stay on yer heckin’ side... yer free to join mi. I can't take awai yer frickin’ nightmares, but guess I can be dere if ya ‘appen to wake up for dem. ‘Aight?” Not only that, but Iris felt like she also needed someone to sleep with her. During her time floating in the sea of deep emptiness, she had from time to time had visions... like fragments of dreams, breaking through the black veil... yet always the image had shattered in front of her eyes, like a twisted mirror, sending her back into the black.
This felt different. When she had embraced Eva just a moment ago, the woman had felt real.. alive. But still, somewhere deep inside, Iris was afraid of sleeping. What if this was yet another trick? What if she woke up only to find herself floating.. drowning once again?
“...Now I need ya to... never goin’ ba-ack... lean back a bit, so I can wash tha rest of ye... Yer not gonna crawl yer fockin’ cadaver into mi bed like dat, sister... Ohh no... Not gonna ‘appen!”, pale viera dipped the luffa into the soap water again, while intently staring at her hand and fingers. She blinked couple of times... it was a peculiar, slow blink, her left eye barely closing at all, and the eyelid moving on a small delay compared to the right. “Now... Feel mi... tell mi about dis frickin’ Irene of yers... I need to be sure o’ sumthin’...”
“W-wait...you’re staying? R-really?” Evangeline lifted her head to try to look at Iris, who was now behind Eva, scrubbing at her back and shoulders. Eva couldn’t believe it. She had been sure...absolutely sure...that Iris would have flown the coop, as it were. But maybe...something really had changed in Iris. She assumed she flushed at the mention of her sleeping with Irene...but couldn’t feel it the same way she usually could.
“We...slept in the same bed. No sex...no need to worry about that particular situation. She was just...comforting. That’s all.”
I guess ya can sleep in mi room…
Evangeline blinked, looking into Iris’ eyes. Was she...sincere? She looked it. If she was...this was the kindest thing Iris had ever even thought of doing for her. Maybe...maybe it was possible. Maybe they could be friends, after all. Maybe Iris, under all of her deception...her difficulties...was a good person. She shook her head in an attempt to free her face of the incredulous look it must be wearing.
Evangeline slowly started to unfurl herself, spreading out at first, and then collapsing back into the water with a splash as Iris moved away from Eva’s back. She lay on her back, half-floating in the still-rising water, and stared at the ceiling. She felt the tension finally start to leach out of her. The grime and dirt floated away from her, one with the ripples in the water that exuded from Eva as she moved slowly in the calm surface of the bath.
“I...would love...to sleep in your room. Th...thank you. That’s really nice of you.” Eva could feel herself calming down, her desperate fear fading for now.
“As for Irene...she was a spellcaster...made little dancing lights. Even healed the burn on your arm, from that boiling water. She said she grew up in Gridania...and didn’t seem acquainted with much in the way of etiquette. She ate with her hands, and didn’t seem to understand talking with people very well. She was sweet, though...kind and caring. She tried to make people feel better. I don’t think Lord Blacksoul particularly appreciated it...but I think he has cornered the market on being the grumpiest old man I’ve ever met. She was always talking about how this house has such dark memories...and she would talk to the paintings. Ask them questions about the house’s past. But the strangest thing about her...was her eyes. They seemed dead...soulless. Which was such a difference from how she acted. Her eyes were how I could tell it wasn’t you in there...almost immediately.” Evangeline sniffled, but she was fairly certain the tears were over for the night. She didn’t think she had any left in her. She finally relaxed fully, and let Iris wash her, enjoying the feeling quietly.
“We-I was going to grab some food from the kitchen...after the bath. Would you like to join me? I think there’s some leftover pie still...that should help with the taste in your mouth.”
“Well, where tha heck I would go? I kinda live ‘ere, ‘aight? ...Okai, cloose yer eyes... I'm gonna get dat face o’ yers... Fockin’ ‘ell, where ‘ave ya been? Did ya crawl through a frickin’ big Bertha or sumthin’..?”, Iris carefully wiped the soot off Evangeline’s face, using small, circlular motions. As she had got all the mess off, she threw the luffa back into the bucket, and sat down next to Evangeline.
“...Ya can do tha rest by yerself, Cinnabun, yer a big gal...” She was a spellcaster? This little fact had been bugging Iris from the moment Evangeline had mentioned it. How was that even possible? Iris never had any gift for magic. She had once seen a highlander woman lighting a cigarette with a flame cast on her fingertip, and had tried to copy the trick without any success at all. Magic had always been something so far out of her reach. Almost like her whole being was rejecting it. And now Evangeline was telling her this person using her body could cast magic? That was ridiculous... It was... unfair? Am affront, even! Eva had been wrong. The woman was a warrior. Maybe it had been some lousy trick that Eva saw as magic. Yes. That had to be the case. It was not any more magic than Iris was the Archbishop.
One thing was certain, though. This Irene was not the Irene Iris had known. Nor an echo of her. So it was just a coincidence...
“So... Blacksoul is still kickin’ and as grumpy an arse as ever...”, Iris cupped her palms, using them to drink some water, swished, and spat it back into the pool. “‘Ow ‘bout Gramps? For ‘ow long I ‘ave been gone aniway?” A lonely thought crossed her mind, cutting like a glowing hot knife. “...And... Silke? An archmage somewhere, married to sum good-for-nothin’ lad? Nice teeeny little tower and all dat shite?” Iris tried to laugh, but it got stuck somewhere on the way, breaking out as a frustrated sigh. She had no idea for how long she had been under. It had felt like a couple of summers, but it was hard to keep track of time in the pitch darkness... She thought she had also fallen asleep a couple of times, so it was impossible to tell. Evangeline looked quite the same. But being a viera, that meant nothing. “Pie though! Pie sounds frickin’ fantastic! ...And a cup o’ coffee.. and a heckin’ Coffin nail.. Dis head-ache is killin’ mi!“
Evangeline immersed her hair in the water, and rinsed her face, as well as the rest of her body. That...would probably do it. No more grime...finally. She drew her hair forth from the pool, a mass of dark red sloughing off water as it pulled away from the surface of the bath. She smiled slightly at the nickname Iris had given her so long ago. A part of her had missed it...that one, specifically. Something about it fit perfectly. Though she certainly wasn’t going to complain about the sweet nicknames Irene had been giving her. She hoped she would be able to hear those again, someday.
“I’ve been making something. I’m hoping that Lord Blacksoul will find it useful...a gate for the front walkway. It feels a bit absurd to me that there wasn’t one here before...it’s the most basic level of security. Closing the gate and locking it is the easiest way to prevent the vast majority of intruders from wandering onto the premises. It won’t stop everyone, but it’s a step in the right direction as far as basic safety is concerned.”
Eva seemed to have righted herself mood-wise. Best to distract herself in the interest of preventing any further breakdowns. Irene may be gone now...but hopefully she would return at some point. And for now...this was a new version of Iris that Eva was enjoying quite a bit. Something had certainly changed...Eva wasn’t entirely sure what had transpired while Iris was locked away in her mind, but maybe it, as well as Silke, had given Iris the push she needed.
“Arsene? He’s fine…” Evangeline trailed off as she saw Iris’ face drop, mentioning Silke. Assuming that Silke was...married off? How long did she think she’d been gone?
“Iris...you haven’t been gone nearly as long as you seem to think. It’s been about four days since you were...lost to us. A lot has transpired, sure...but it hasn’t been months. And no-one has gone and gotten married...nothing quite so ridiculous.” Evangeline grimaced slightly at the mention of Silke’s name. The woman had done no wrong, but Eva couldn’t help but feel a twinge of resentment bite at her. That little green jealousy monster whipped its tail at Eva’s insides...just once. Just enough for her to struggle. But she held it back and quickly corrected her expression.
“As for Silke...we will have to write her. Both she and Lord Blacksoul have departed from Ishgarde, for fairly different reasons. Silke’s studies called for her to take a semester abroad, and it seems Lord Blacksoul was wanting for some...front-line experience. I can’t understand it...but who am I to stand in the way of men and the stupid things they choose to do?” Evangeline sighed, and finished rinsing her body off. She stood up and moved to fetch herself a towel to dry herself with.
“I don’t know if you remember it, but we participated in a rather disastrous dinner party. Someone named Asagi...her daughter...and Silke were invited here. The entire night was a mess, and I’m honestly surprised neither Arsene nor Varg had a heart attack at some point during the party.” The towel she dried herself with was still a bit scandalous for her to be wrapped in, but at this point she was too tired to care. Eva wrapped another towel around her hair and ears.
“That was when I brought Irene to Silke...and Silke was able to pull you out for just a moment.” Evangeline tried desperately not to think about that night...the feelings she had struggled with...and the heartbreak she had to endure. She closed her eyes briefly, taking a deep breath and willing her hastily reassembled heart not to shatter again in the middle of the damned bathroom.
“She requested communication should your condition change. You can write her the letter tomorrow if you’d like...and I’ll see that it’s posted.” Evangeline offered Iris a towel.
“Let’s get that pie, shall we? And coffee…” She trailed off, wondering if she should mention the cigarettes. It would be healthier for Iris to go without them...and Eva rather disliked the smell regardless. After thinking for a second, she concluded that they weren’t nearly close enough, and handed off the towel, moving towards the door, and some food, at last.
As Eva mentioned Iris had only been away for some days, the pale viera could do nothing but stare at her companion, like one had just told her the sky is green and seas are made of rolanberry jelly.
“...Excuse me? Fockin’... f-four days? D-Dat can't be... It can't..” she shook her head in disbelief, while getting up from the bath, and reaching for a towel.
“...I... I was in dat frickin’ bottomless ocean for... at least..t-two summers... Dat d-doesn’t make any sense! ...Yer not fockin’ wid mi, Cinnabun, ‘aight?” Nothing made sense to Iris... This feeling was too much for her mind to process properly. How can one be gone for such a long time, while for others, it had been only days?
‘Am I heckin’ losin’ it..?’
She thought to herself, while wrapping the towel lazily around her hips. ‘Madness is not a state of mind...’, a voice in Iris’ head.. a foreign voice of a woman. It echoed from the back of her mind, where a creature was sitting like a canine. A mess of red hair fell in loose curls on her pale shoulders. She had pointy ears, and eyes like those of a corpse. Blood red tearlines ran down on her cheeks, and her black lips were curled up into a wide smile. The most conspicuous feature, though, was a thick, red, fox-like tail, coiling around her legs.
“Irene...”, the word escaped from Iris’ lips, after she had been staring into distance for a while.
‘...A mind of your mind... our fates entwined...’, answered the voice in a soft tone. Iris closed her eyes, tilting her head to side. The movement was twitching, resembling a person who’s having a dream. As she opened her eyes, they were, once again, the dead eyes of Irene. In the next blink though, she was gone, like a whisper in the wind.
“...Uhh.. So dat really ‘appened? Tha night when Silke was ‘ere..? I thought it was a heckin’ dream.. I’ll need to write sumthin’ for ‘er... Damn... Not a state of mind... Pie though... Just a whisper away... P-Pie sounds like a frickin’ splendid idea! And coffee... Fockin’ ‘ell Evangeline... Can ya please get mi a damn cig? Mi ‘ead is killin’ mi...” Holding her head, Iris trailed past Evangeline to the door, pushing it open into the dark hallway. Somewhere in the darkness she could feel the creature... For a moment, viera thought she saw a dancing orb of flame, lingering around the windows near the door, only to soon realize, it was just the glowing hint of the street lights on the walkway. She turned to Evangeline, standing with her on the doorway. “Yer fox is still ‘ere, by tha way...” Pale viera stepped into the hallway, as her eyes had started to adjust into the darkness. Why had no one lit the lanterns anyway? The place was like a grave.
“...Never goin’ back..”, she whispered to herself, while feeling her way with her fingertips. She could hear Evangeline’s steps right behind her.
Evangeline stopped dead in her tracks.
“Did you say two summers in a bottomless ocean? That’s...that’s so horrible.” Things were starting to piece themselves together now. Eva had been wondering how or why Iris had changed so much in just a few days...wondering what had happened to her. Wondering why she had seemed just a bit more unhinged than usual. Even through the haze of Eva’s despair, it was a bit obvious. If she had been trapped...imprisoned in her own thoughts for two summers...Evangeline could think of few things more mentally traumatising than that. Eva’s heart plummeted when she realized how awful she had been to Iris. Iris, who had been...drowning? At the bottom of an ocean...for years. And Evangeline had been concerned with her own stupid feelings. Her stupid dreams of a stupid relationship that wasn’t ever going to happen in the first place. Poor Iris...she needed some support right now. Evangeline hoped she could provide it. She moved closer to Iris, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, when she heard Iris speak.
Irene... Iris was looking through Evangeline, eyes vacant, directed at something that could have been behind the tall, muscular viera...or something that could be a thousand malms away. Eva was ashamed of it...but her heart leapt at the mention of Irene’s name. Eva kept her focus on Iris, though. The woman needed help from her...not another treatise on how she wanted to see Irene again. Before Eva could open her mouth to say something, Iris closed her eyes and spasmed, eliciting a jump from Eva. “Iris? Are you okay?”
She got closer to the waifish girl, eyes radiating concern as she tried to understand what was happening. Iris’ eyes snapped open, revealing Irene...just a hint of her. Irene’s eyes were truly unmistakable...although Evangeline thought she had imagined it for a moment, as the eyes flicked again. When she reopened them, they were back to Iris’ deep purple pools, filled still with life and fire that she continued to deny was present there. Evangeline shook her head, trying to clear her perspective. Taking another look over the pale woman, she nodded numbly at Iris, who had started talking about Silke again. What did this mean? Did she want Irene back so desperately that she was seeing things? Constructing that gate must have taken more out of her than she had thought...there was no way that Irene could be making herself known again. If she was even still there. Iris had hardly ever switched with the first ‘other’...what evidence did Eva have that it wouldn’t be the same with Irene? She was being too hopeful.
Iris wandered past Eva, who let her hand fall away without any resistance. The spindly figure was holding her head...best to get her something to eat. Some actual water too, maybe. Perhaps she was dehydrated. She followed after, trying not to intrude too far into Iris’ space. She wasn’t sure if her presence was helping, or hurting. Best to be careful for now...she didn’t want to upset Iris if she could avoid it. Iris turned to her, throwing a few words over her shoulder as if they were the peel to a banana.
Yer fox is still ‘ere, by tha way…
Eva’s heart, which had just started to settle down, felt as if it were about to try and climb out of her chest and up her throat. This was confirmation. It was real. Irene was still there...and Eva had probably seen her eyes for just a moment too. A valve opened in her body somewhere and relief flooded throughout every inch of her. She could feel her body relaxing...as long as Irene would come back...for sure...Eva could wait. She would absolutely wait...and she would do her best for Iris, too. She hurried after the retreating figure, following her into the kitchen, and busied herself with starting the coffee brewing. Sweeping around the kitchen like a seasoned housewife, she fetched a plate, and smoothly slid a slice of pie onto it, filled a glass with water, and presented both to Iris, who Eva quickly noticed had taken a seat at the table, still rubbing her forehead.
“There...maybe this will help a bit. Oh!” Eva spun on her heel, almost floating to the silverware drawer, and wrapping her fingers around a clean fork, which she placed delicately next to the pie.
“The coffee should be ready soon...and…” Evangeline grimaced. She didn’t feel comfortable enabling it...but she didn’t want to cause any unnecessary friction with Iris.
“Where do you keep your cigarettes? I can fetch one for you…”
To be continued..
#ffxiv#evangeline cross#iris ymir#the coils of d'espair; irene#viera#rava viera#veena viera#drama#writing#rp#mateus rp#crystal rp#ffxiv rp#long post#i had a blast writing this#there are still going to be probably 2-3 more parts#and this isnt even the tip of the iceberg
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Honey, I'm Home
He was supposed to be back by now. It had been two hours since she’d gotten the simple text, saying he was back on base, that the mission was over, that he was safe. Two hours, and Ewan still wasn’t home. Avanda had tucked Carrick and Peadar into bed long ago, soothed nightmares, and checked closets for monsters. But no matter how at ease the young boys may have been, Avanda couldn’t get her mind to stop it’s swirling.
She sighed and shifted again, resting her feet on the floor. She had been sitting cross-legged at the kitchen table, a cold mug of coffee cradled in her hands. She shivered a little, and thought about getting up to close the small window, but decided against it. She needed the fresh air right now. She pulled the flannel tighter around her shoulders instead, biting her lip as she breathed in Ewan’s scent.
The sound of keys rattling in the door knob caught her attention, and she jumped up, hurrying to the door. It swung open quietly, and Ewan sighed as he stepped inside.
“Oh Ewan…” She gasped as he stepped into the apartment.
“Debriefing went long.” He muttered into her hair as he wrapped his arms around her. “’M sorry.”
Avanda pulled away from him and looked him over. “Ewan, did they look you over at all? How did Addie even let you off the base, look at you…”
“Didn’t see ’im,” Ewan grunted, “I snuck off before he had the chance. Others had it worse, Av. I just wanted to come home. I’m not that bad, really.”
Avanda scoffed. “Not that bad? Ewan, you’re a mess--”
“Thanks, Lass.”
Avanda rolled her eyes. “Just look at you, you’re bleeding all over…” Her voice trailed off as she looked him over, and began to pull him towards the bathroom. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.” He followed her slowly and groaned as she helped him sit down on the edge of the bathtub. She got a washcloth and gently began to clean away the camouflage face paint, which had dried and was blurred now with the blood from the cuts on his face. He winced a little, hissing through his teeth as she cleaned the area around the worse cut.
“Sorry.” Avanda muttered.
“’Salright.” He mumbled back.
Once the paint was all wiped away, Avanda felt her heart drop a little. His face was covered in fresh bruises, red and angry, and just starting to turn purple.
“What happened?” She finally asked, her fingers gently running across his cheek.
Ewan shrugged, his eyes drooping as he leaned into her touch as the exhaustion began to catch up with him. “It was a big fight. Just got a little roughed up, that’s all.”
Avanda sighed, brushing a bit of hair out of his face.
“Yeah? Gonna make me wait till the meeting tomorrow to find out what really happened?”
Ewan nodded sleepily against her palm.
Avanda couldn’t help but smile a little at him. She cradled his face in her hands a little, before placing a kiss on his forehead. He smiled a little as his hand found it’s way to her back. She went back to her work, patching him up and bandaging the cuts on his face. She carded her fingers through his hair, humming a little. Ewan mumbled a little in Gealic; mostly simple thanks as she went.
“This may sting a little.” She warned, taking the cap off a bottle of rubbing alcohol, applying it to a cotton ball.
Ewan nodded, blinking a little to wake himself up. He hissed a little as the cotton ball made contact with the cut over his eyebrow. His body was shaking and Avanda cooed softly as she finished applying the medicine to his other cuts. She turned around, reorganizing the first aid box a little as she tried to put things away. When she turned back around, she was startled to find Ewan wiping away tears with the back of his hand.
“Ewan?” She knelt on the ground in front of him, hands resting on the back of his neck, tracing his jaw with her thumbs and centering him a little. “Ewan mo leannan, what is it?”
His hand reached up and rested over her’s, and his eyes closed again. “Tha-tha mi ch-cho sgìth.” I’m so tired, “And...and ev-everything hurt--everything hurts.”
Avanda murmured in understanding, standing up a little. She leaned foreward, kissing his forehead. “I know. Let’s get you into some clean clothes.” Keeping a hand on him, she helped him to stand and led him to their bedroom. She hadn’t noticed him limping when he came in, but now he was leaning almost completely on her. He held a hand against his ribs, panting heavily. She helped him sit down on the side of the bed and he heaved a sigh of relief. “There we go.”
She gently pulled his leather jacket off of him, draping it over the back of a chair. She turned, opening the closet and pulling out a fresh pair of his sweatpants, and a clean t-shirt. “Do you want me to leave so you can change?”
Ewan shook his head, hand still gripping his side. “No, no I think I’m going to need your help. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m here for you love.” She sat down, and untied his combat boots, tucking them under the bed. She helped him change into his sweats, brushing off his apologies as he leaned heavily against her, using her to keep his balance. Once he was into more comfortable pants, she helped him sit back down and his hand once again found it’s way to his ribs.
Avanda gently moved his hand aside, gripping the hem of his shirt in her hands. “Ready?” She asked, looking him in the eye. He nodded, holding her shoulder again. She pulled upwards, trying to move as quickly and gently as she could. He let out a soft cry, gripping her shoulder tightly, tears sliding out of his eyes.
“Ewan,” Avanda’s voice held a note of disappointed surprise as she looked at him, “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
His left side was a mess of angry bruises, and she could tell he had at least one broken rib. He whimpered a little as she pulled his arm out of the sleeve, and she shook her head. “I-it was a bad fight.” He muttered as she repeated the action on the other side. “I know I broke a few ribs, not much to be done about that.”
“It looks like you broke your collarbone, too.” Avanda murmured. She frowned a little. “Do you want me to put another shirt on? Or do you just want to sleep like this?”
“This is fine.” Ewan said with a grunt.
“I’ll be right back. I’m going to get you some ice, and that sling, just to help.” Ewan nodded and she left the room. She gathered up the pain pills, ice pack and sling, then slipped quietly back into their room. Ewan was panting a little, hand still gripping his side. Avanda slipped the sling over his head, then helped him tuck his arm into it. He relaxed a little, and Avanda handed him the pills. He took them obediently as she held the ice pack against his shoulder, then he looked up at her with sad, tired eyes.
“Oh, darling.” She whispered, stroking his hair. “What am I going to do with you?”
Ewan said nothing, wrapping his good arm around her and hugging her. She sighed, her own arms snaking around him gently. She pulled away from him a little, shaking her head. “I love you.”
“Tha gaol agam ort cuideachd.” He said, fingers tracing little circles on the small of her back.
She sat down next to him, her fingers ghosting over the bruises and cuts on his skin. She leaned forward and moved the ice pack aside so that she could press a gentle kiss to the growing mark on his left shoulder.
“Let’s lay you down.” She whispered against his skin as her hand gently cupped his neck. “Let’s get you to sleep.”
Ewan just nodded in agreement, sighing as his fingers tangled in her hair.
#avanda insp#ewan insp#ewvanda insp#otp: red is the rose#whump wednesday#hurt comfort#hurt/comfort#tw blood#tw broken bones#broken bones#hhhnngngggf#why arr they so sofft goddam it
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2 YEARS AGO, MAY
"Angel," whispered Jocelyn. She comforted her dying friend, placing a pillow beneath her head. "Angel, 'ho 'urt ya?" She glanced over toward Bet, whose hand was pressing a blood soaked rag to the woman's stomach; she was shaking her head.
"Angel," repeated Jocelyn. She took her friend's hand. Her grip was tight; she could feel Angel's own fading fast. "Tell me... 'ho di' thi' to ya?"
"I wan'..." cried out the dying woman. "I wan' me mum..."
"We'll make sure she knows, hon. I promise," said Bet. She wiped her dark brow with the back of her blood stained hand, the sight of which did nothing to comfort the victim.
"He, oh gods..." Angel gasped. "He said she's next, mum. P-please..." She started to shake violently. Blood loss. Bet kept one hand on the woman's belly as Joci turned her to the side.
"'ho is 'e," whispered Joci.
"Yv-Yvgeniy," said Angel, blood pooling from her mouth into her bright blond hair. "Don't let him...
"We'll ge' 'im," swore Joci. She felt the grip of her friend's hand slip away.
Bet placed her fingers on Angel's neck. She closed her eyes, muttered a prayer, and let go of the compress on the woman's stomach. "Fuck, Joss, we can't touch him. He's in with fuckin' Dmitri. You know this."
Jocelyn sniffled. She laid her friend's head to rest. "Donnae 'ave a choice, an' ya know et. Tha' mothahfuckah's bin tearin' through us fer too long no'. Angel's th' thir'."
"You get caught, it's the fucking rope, Joss."
"Do I look like I fuckin' care, yea?" she shouted.
Bet looked away. She ran her thin bloody fingers through her black hair.
"If'fn ya wan' ou', now's th' time."
Bet shook her head. She squat down and gently picked Angel's warm body off the ground. "Wouldn't be right, Joss."
"Ge' 'er clean. I got'a talk ta someone."
"No way he's gonna let you -"
Jocelyn stared at her enforcer. "Ya le' me worry 'bou' 'im. Clean up th' bo'y."
Bet nodded. She carried their friend, all 5'0" of her, to the back room usually reserved for dinner affairs. Jocelyn walked upstairs to her room. She grabbed her brass knuckles and her rusty steak knife.
NOW
"Miss Myz," called Jocelyn from the forward sail. "Wot's our roll?"
"Our what!?"
"Roll!" shouted Jocelyn in return. "Rea' th' lit'le globe nex' th' logbook's foo'lockah!"
Myzariel peered down at the globe. It was moving three different ways at the same time. "Uhhh..."
"Movin' side ta side!"
"Right," muttered the sea sick ren'dorei. She watched for a minute. "Looks to be moving between -15 and +15 degrees, give or take!"
Joci did some quick math in her head. "Win' direc'ion?"
Myz checked one of the small vanes atop the aft mast. "West-North-West."
"Compass?"
She looked down. "East-North-West!"
Joci ran through the math in her head. "Tillah a' eigh' degrees, yeah? Keep et there til we 'it Wes-Nor-Wes, go' et?"
"Aye!"
Jocelyn figured if they slowed the speed with which they were turning the ship, the chances were better the boat would not capsize. But she couldn't be sure.
2 YEARS AGO, MAY
"Why you come to Dmitri, Jo Knuckles?" The Alterac crimeboss asked, wiping his mouth. She swore he was always eating something - borscht, sausage, pierogi, hog shank, cabbage. Anything. He was a disposal.
"Ya know I ain' been called tha’ fer eigh' years," she said.
"So you come back to fight for Dmitri?"
"Nah."
The crimeboss narrowed his eyes. "One of Dmitri's boys not pay?"
Jocelyn sneered. "Nah."
"Yvgeniy," he said, voice dripping poison.
She took out Angel's bloody lace slip and tossed it on his desk, narrowly avoiding his plate.
He raised an eyebrow. "Why you bother Dmitri with this?"
"Look a' th' fuckin' slip, Dmitri!" she shouted.
Dmitri started. He had not heard her yell like that since she had worked for him a decade prior. And certainly not with as much force. "Ok, ok. Dmitri look." He pulled the slip from the table. It was still wet. Several puncture wounds were in the center. "...you say Yvgeniy did this?"
"Angel said it."
"She can tell me."
"She's dead."
Dmitri went silent. After a moment, he called Boris, one of his body guards, into the room. "Bring me the boy," he said, face dark.
The body guard nodded. This won't end well, Boris thought, leaving without a word.
"Dmitri wants to know. You have weapon?"
Jocelyn took the rusty steak knife from her bag. She set it on the table. She slipped a hand into her pocket and when she withdrew it, her brass knuckles were affixed.
"You know it was Yvgeniy?"
"Las' wor's she say, Dmitri. Tha' an' 'e was goin' aftah 'er mum."
The crimeboss stood. "Ok, Jo. Help this old man roll up carpet. It's not worth boy's life."
NOW
"Direc'ion!" called out Jocelyn. She had finished reefing the foresail and was ensuring the bowline round her waist was tight.
"West-North-West!" shouted Myzariel.
"Lock th' tillah! Boat's in irons!" she shouted, a force of habit.
Myzariel mechanically locked the tiller in place. Jocelyn stood next to her, a short piece of heavy hemp in her hands. She tried to move the tiller, confirming it was, indeed, locked. She looped one piece of the hemp around a beam close to the hardware and tied a knot Myz had never seen before. Joci pulled up, looped the around rope and tiller again, pulled up a second, and repeated the process three times more.
"Tillah's snubbed," she said. "Wot's th' roll?" Her back was to the moving globe.
"Looks like..." Myz studied it for a moment. "...between -10 and +12 degrees. Holy gods, you did it..."
Jocelyn turned about. She studied the instruments. "We ain' outta th' sea, frien'. We ain' rollin' as much, tha's goo', bu' now we go' a two degree lis' an' I donnae why. Takin on wa'er somwhere mebbe. Mebbe somethin' shif'ed 'lowdeck. Keep an eye on et, yea?"
Myz nodded. She didn't like how worried Joci sounded. At all. "Are we going to...?"
Joci smiled briefly. "I'll die befir I le' ya ge' 'urt, ya go' et?" She gestured toward the bowline about Myz's waist as she started toward another sail. "Make th' knot tigh', yea?" She shouted over her shoulder. "An' tell me if'fn a damn thin' changes!"
2 YEARS AGO, MAY
"Yvgeniy," said Dmitri. He flicked his chin toward Boris, who pushed the boy into the room. "Leave us."
"What you need, boss?" Yvgeniy asked. He immediately noted the absence of the carpet. That couldn't be good. The small, blonde man ran his hand down his torso. "How can I help Dmitri today?"
Dmitri frowned, giant lips more akin to a frog's expression than anything else. "Dmitri has no more use for you."
The young man laughed. "So why you bring Yvgeniy to see you?"
"Jo has use for you," he said, turning his back on the boy.
Jocelyn pounced upon the man, gagging him with Angel's bloody slip. Yvgeniy had to have known how fucked he was in that moment, tasting the blood of the woman he had stabbed to death not an hour prior. He tried to struggle, but he felt a knee in his back. He fell to the floor.
Dmitri just listened.
"Yer a real sick fuck, yea. Killin' Angel jus' so ya coul' ge' off. Then goin' aftah 'er mum." She pressed down harder with her knee. She felt something in his spine slip, dislocate. She pulled back on the slip, exposing the man's throat. "Dmitri," she said.
The crimeboss turned suddenly, throwing the rusty steak knife at the floor directly in front of the arrogant boy. It struck true, vibrating back and forth, lodged in one of the planks. The boy watched. He struggled harder, grunting, squealing. Like the pig he was. Time to end it.
Jocelyn raised her fist and brought her knuckles down on his spine, just between his shoulder blades. His legs and arms dropped to the floor. He was paralyzed, though still able to breathe. To feel. He wet himself. Jocelyn grabbed the steak knife. She looked up at Dmitri. He nodded and stared the boy down. She dragged the rusty blade across the man's neck, about an inch deep, severing each vein and artery within 10 seconds. She held his head back until his blood stopped pumping, dropping it to the floor with a dense, wet thud.
"Thank'ee," said Jocelyn. Her voice was cold, but inside, she hated herself for it.
The crimeboss nodded. "Yes, Jo. Now, you send Dmitri all his men. They clean this. You have no more trouble from them. Business to business deal. Dmitri to Jo."
She wrenched the slip from Yvgeniy's mouth and stowed her gear. "Yer a goo' man, Dmitri."
"And you," he laughed, "are good woman. Good, scary woman. Now. Get Drmitri's men. They will take care of filth. You take care of girl and family," he said, adding, "Boris knows. He has money for mother. It can't bring girl back, but it does something."
Jocelyn dipped her head. "Dmitri."
"Jo."
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Blindfold
Author ; MajesticYoon
pairing ; Seongwha x Reader x Namjoon
Word count ; 2029
Rating ; 18+
Summary ; You and your boyfriend Seonghwa want to spice things up in the bedroom by him blindfolding you. And of course you being so obedient you agree to letting Seonghwa blindfold you. But is it really him in the bedroom with you?
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“ You’re so cute “ I heard my boyfriend Seonghwa say. “ stoppp you’re making me blush” I said. “ I can’t help it that you’re so cute.” I laughed and pecked his lips. He gave me a confused look. “ what?” “ y/n what was that? I want a real kiss.” I smiled and leaned in giving him a kiss. I tried to pull away but he grabbed me by my neck and pulled me in closer. Before things got too carried away I pulled back and looked at his cute pouty face. “ y/nnnn” he whined leaning in again. I pulled back. “ Seonghwa stopp, remember you have a friend coming over I have to start dinner.” he pouted again. “ fine” Laughing at him I stood up and went to the kitchen to start dinner.
About ten minutes later Seonghwa came to the kitchen and sat on one of the chairs. “ babe you don’t have to cook so much.” “ what why?” “ he just texted me and told me he wasn’t coming over.” I sighed. “ You are so lucky I haven’t started yet” I glared at him. He came closer cautiously with a sly smirk on his face. “ what’re you doing “ I asked. “ Nothing baby I just thought maybe we could have some fun “ he said as he pulled me by my waist and planted kisses on my neck. I felt his hands slide down to my womanhood and rub me through my pants. I moaned. “ are you sure your friend isn't coming?” He nodded his head and pulled his lips from my neck. “ I’m sure baby”
“ then have your way with me daddy “ I whispered in his ear. I heard Seonghwa growl. Lifting me up he puts me on top of the countertop and swiftly pulls down my pants along with my underwear. “ take off your shirt “ he says in a demanding voice. I took off my shirt along with my bra. “ You know the deal, baby. Arms crossed above your head. No touching and do NOT close your legs understand?” I nodded my hand. I heard a loud smack that was soon followed by a stinging sensation coming from my pussy. “ use your words baby.” “ Yes daddy. I understand” Smirking at me he immediately starts to eat me out. “ Ahh… daddy” I moaned out. He shoved two fingers in my aching hole and I moaned out loud. I soon felt my high slowly reaching up and I clenched on Seonghwa's fingers. Before I could cum I felt him snatched his fingers away and slap my pussy hard making me jump in shock. “ Hold it.” He said. “ Thank me after each slap”
He smacked it again “ Thank you daddy “ I whispered. And again “ Ah- Thank you daddy” going harder and harder. I whimpered “ Thank you daddy “ each time. One last smack landed on my pussy before I came hard. “ ahhhh ffffuuckk “ I gasped hard and loud shaking and trembling all over the counter. Seonghwa held my legs open watching as my pussy spazzed and my cum dripped all over. I saw as he brought his hand down and rubbed my clit over stimulating me. “ No no nooo P-please d-dadd-yy no “ I cried out. “ You know you’re not supposed to cum without permission baby. Now you’ll be punished” He rubbed harder and I was close to cumming again. His phone ranged and that’s when he stopped. I was left panting on the table.
I looked over at him to see him smirking at his phone. “ Baby go wait up stairs for me. “ “ why?” He glared at me. Walking over to me fast he picked me up by my neck making me sit on the counter with my legs dangling off of it. “ Don’t ever question me. You know that. Now go upstairs and get ready for your punishment. Understand?” I nodded my head. “ Good girl.” He said as he gave me a deep long passionate filled kiss. I moaned into and he bit my bottom lip and pulled away. “ Go.” I jumped off the counter on wobbly legs and made my way upstairs to our room. I sat on the bed waiting anxiously. Ten minutes later Seonghwa came in and went straight to our closet. He came out with our box of “ toys” and set them on the nightstand near the bed. “ let's try something different babygirl” “ like what daddy.”
“ Lay on your back” I did as told. “ arms above your head.” He takes out a pair of fluffy white handcuffs and handcuffs me to our headboard. Then he goes back in the box and takes out an all black blindfold. But before putting it on me he grabs a black bandana. “ Since this blindfold might come off, let's secure you. yeah baby?” I nodded my head cautiously. He put on the bandana before letting the blindfold around my head. “ can you see anything?” I shook my head no. “ Perfect. Here’s what’s going to happen baby. Tonight you’re allowed to cum. Your punishment is that you won’t stop cumming. Do you like how that sounds?” I nodded my head. I felt a smack on my boob making me jump up. “ Use your words baby.” “ y-yes daddy”
I felt Seonghwa come on the bed and hover over me. He peppered kisses all over my face before he finally took in my lips. This time when he kissed me it was more aggressive and urgent. Pulling away with my bottom lip between his teeth he let’s go and starts to suck on my neck. I could feel the dark marks already forming. He finds my sweet spot and I moan out. “ mmm “ I felt him smirk probably proud of his work. Moving down he takes a nipple into his mouth. Running his tongue across it while pinching my other one making sure it doesn’t feel left out. “ Mmm yes daddy”
I felt him move lower until he was above my pussy. I got shy as I could practically feel his eyes on me. I knew he was admiring it because I was still wet and dripping from my last orgasm. “ don’t forget to say thank you babygirl” I nodded my head as I panted desperately waiting to feel his tongue. Soon enough I felt his tongue take in my aching bud and suck on it. “ Ahhh T-thank you d-daddy” He kept going and I kept moaning and whining. Two of his fingers easily slid into me. “ Ahhhh Fuck yes! “ He smacked the inside of my thigh. “ AH- Thank you daddy!” The combination of his fingers going in and out of me at a fast pace while he licks and sucks over my clit made me go crazy. “ Daddy- I h-hav-ve to c-ccum “ “ Mmmm “ He moaned on my pussy. His fingers went fast and I took that as a sign to cum. “ AHHHH- Tha-ank you-u daddy… t-ha-ank yo-u dad-ddy ahh “ I said as I came all over his face. He kept moaning and licking my juices up making sure to get every drop. His now cum filled fingers went in my mouth as he continued to eat me out. I moaned and whined on his fingers. I gasped, taking them out of my mouth. “ Nooo dad-dy i-im too sesssiitiveee mmm…” I moaned. I squirmed around as I tried to remove his face from my pussy but every time I moved his tongue would follow me and his fingers went deeper into my mouth. “ MMMMMMMMMM” I bit down on his fingers hard as I came for him again. He once again licked me clean.
Removing his fingers from my mouth I tried to catch my breath while he held down my now shaking legs. “ Thhha-ank y-ou daddy” Still feeling the effects of my orgasm I keep moaning and whining. Out of nowhere I felt something being placed in me. I recognized the plastic feeling as one of the dildos he likes to use on me. But which one is it? To answer my question I then felt it vibrating. “ Ohhhh-ahhh-ahhh” “ You like that baby? You like having this vibrating dildo in this tight little slutty pussy of yours?” “ Y-yess da-daddy” “ Say thank you, whore.” after he said that the vibrations of it went high and I jolted up. My butt rising off the bed while my pussy clenches on the vibrating dildo in me trying to make it go deeper. He pulls me back down and keeps my hips in place. “ I said. Say. Thank you. You slut” “ AHH- T-HANK Y-OUUU D-DAD-DADDY”
“ Good girl.” I felt his dick enter me. Hearing him moan due to how wet and tight I was but also because of the dildo vibrating giving us both pleasure. As he started to thrust into me I moaned out, “AHHHH-MMMM” He kissed me to shut me up. This is something he normally doesn’t do. But I loved it. I loved having him and his big dick in me, along with one of his favorite toys, while I feel his wonderful skillful tongue in my mouth fighting with my tongue for dominance and control. “ Tell me how much you like it slut” He whispered in my ear. His voice sounded deeper than usual. But since that’s what happens when he's extremely into something. “ I l-lov-ve it d-addy. “ “ Keep going. Praise me slut.” “ ahh- i love h-how much y-yo-u fill up my tttighht pussy. Mmmm- Yo-ur di-ck is so big ahh dad-dy i neeeed tooo cu-uuuummmmmm AHHHHHHHHH” I came on his dick. He moaned and kissed me again. Hungrily and eagerly, sucking on my tongue and lips. As he kept thrusting and the feeling of the vibrations I screamed and shook violently. I squirted all over his dick, hard enough to push his dick out along with the vibrating dildo. My hips coming off the bed as I writhe and screamed on the bed. I could feel the handcuffs scraping against my wrist but I didn’t care. I was feeling too much pleasure. “AHHHHHHHHH” I screamed as he pushed his dick in me again. His thrust was more aggressive and started to get sloppy. “ W-where do I cum?” he asked me. “ In me p-please in me!! Please fill me up da-DDDDDYYYYY AHHHHH YESSSS!!!” I screamed and came again as I felt his cum in me. “ AHHH- AHHhaaa fffucckkk fuck” He moaned whispering the last part. He collapsed on top of me. Both of us moaning still and while trying to catch our breath. “ kiss me” I whispered. He grabbed my neck and pulled me down closer to him kissing me deeply. Our tongues fight and twirl around tasting each other.
I felt him pull out of me and I whimpered. I heard him get off the bed. “ Did you like that baby?” I nodded my head. “ You forgot to thank daddy for the pleasure you felt” “ thank you daddy” “ You’re welcome babygirl.” He took a nipple in his mouth again making me moan. “ Would you like daddy to take off the blindfold?” “ Yes daddy” slowly and softly he removed both blindfolds. I let my eyes adjust to the dim room. As I looked around I saw Seonghwa on one side of the bed and I smiled at him. Then I looked around the room to see another man standing on the other side of me. I looked down to see him fully naked with his dick wet. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “ Seonghwa what’s going on?” “ Say hi baby” “ H-hi” “ This is the friend that was supposed to come over. “ “ Hi princess” I heard the man say. “ who’s-who’s he?” I stuttered. “ Let me introduce myself to you. My names Kim Namjoon and you were by far the greatest fuck I’ve ever had. Never have I ever had a girl squirt that much on me before. “ He said as he introduced himself. “ Say thank you baby” I heard Seonghwa say.” T-thank you “ “ of course sweetheart.” I suddenly got all shy. “ How about we have some more fun baby?” I nodded my head yes. “ open your mouth baby and suck his dick. “ I opened my mouth and waited for Namjoon to put his dick in my mouth. He smiled at me. “ Open wide slut” I heard Namjoon say.
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C2: RETURN TO SHIPWRECK COVE. PART 3#
The room was small and bare, with a bed which she could tell from a glance creaked terribly. A chest of drawers, empty. A chair with a woven seat stood against the wall. A small table sat in the corner, an old pot of ink, but no papers, no quill. An inch-thick layer of dust covered everything, as Teague had warned. No one had entered this room for quite some time. She could find nothing personal. Nothing which could tell her about Jack, from when he was simply Jackie. Jackie Teague. The boy before the legend. A pang of disappointment gripped her stomach. She had hoped to know him better. Something of his childhood which he would never have told her himself.
Nevertheless, the room smelled of him. As though he had just left the room. Something spiced, a vague hint of sandalwood, and... sweat. Quite overpoweringly of sweat, in fact, considering he hadn't set foot in the room for Lord knows how long. And there was something else... something...
Elizabeth moved towards the bed, the bedding seeming to be the source of the smell, as, where else could his scent be coming from? She pulled back the covers gingerly, and gasped, leaping back. Blood. Dark, old, blackened blood. With a brave sweep, she pulled away the thin blankets entirely. The bed was soaked through. Or had been, some time ago.
Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Yes?" Her voice broke. She couldn't take her eyes off the blood, wondering whose it was, and hoping to God that it wasn't Jack's.
The door inched open with a creak, and when she turned, she saw a little man, grey and slightly bowed, backing into the room, carrying a stack of linens in his arms as he pushed the door open with his shoulder.
"'ere y'are, yer Kingly-ness." His voice was smooth and grandfatherly, and as he turned, kind blue eyes caught her worried gaze, following it to the bed. The man shook his head sadly. "Aye, t'was a bad time, that."
"What happened here?"
The man placed the bedding down on the wicker chair, taking a moment first to wipe away the best of the dust with a rather soiled handkerchief.
"I've been 'ere since Jackie were a wee lad." He explained, stripping the bloodstained bedding away as he did so. "I was born int' piratin', but truth be told, never been much good a' sea. Much prefer land, so I found myself 'ere, amongst me own, withou' 'avin' t' do much wot pirates be doin'. The lad weren' like tha', though. It surprised no one when 'e ran off t' the sea the momen' 'e turned four'een, withou' so much as a 'bye, pops' to ol' Teague. 'E'd come back now and then, though... always sportin' an injury which needed seein' t'."
Elizabeth's eyes widened. So it was Jack's blood.
"Aye, Miss." The man said, seeing her worry. "There were one particular night... nigh ten years ago or so, now. The boy came stumblin' back, 'avin' sailed 'ere in a little scrap of a boat, with a man named Gibbs. 'Is only crew a' the time, though if you'd seen this boat of 'is, 'e were in no need of a crew. It were small enough to be manned alone. No, 'e'd lost 'is ship, the Pearl, quite recently, in fact, and was still cut up about it. Loves that ship like a mistress, 'e does. So, Gibbs practically carried 'im up 'ere, up the hill, screamin' the whole way for a doc'or. Obviously, place like this, we 'ave one, an' we give 'm enough business to keep 'im 'ere. Doc'or Grove, is 'is name. 'E saw to the lad. 'E'd been shot, twice." The man patted his chest, just over his heart. "T'was a near miss. A few inches further south an'... Well, Teague were furious with 'im. The lad 'ad 'ad a pistol, after all, but 'e'd refused to use it. 'That bullet weren' mean' fer 'im, Dad', 'e kept sayin'. Never seen old Teague so mad, I ain'." Taking the straw mattress, which was also stained straight through, he carried it out into the hallway, returning moments later with a replacement. "This were pillaged just a week ago from a fine Spanish galleon. Should be more fittin' for a King." It was too large for the small bed frame, hanging limply onto the floor, but Elizabeth was grateful all the same.
"I've seen Jack's scars." Elizabeth confessed, thinking back to their time on the island, having been mutinied by Barbossa. She thought of the dark cloud which had crossed Jack's gaze as he had drawn back his sleeves. "How on Earth did he survive?"
The man glanced towards the skies. "Miracle, I reckon. That lad's seen 'is fair share. Someone's smilin' down at 'im, scoundrel though 'e is. 'E must 'ave charmed an angel in a prior life, I reckon. Nah, 'e pulled through by the skin of 'is teeth. I s'pose no one thought to change the beddin'. 'e only ever comes by with some injury or other, when this is the closest friendly bit of land with a doc'or. Whatever 'e lies on would only get soiled again anyway." He busied himself, tucking fine sheets - no doubt taken also from a fine galleon - as best he could under the oversized mattress, and fluffing a fresh goose pillow.
"And that was the last time? That Jack was here?"
"Aye." He brushed his hands together as he stood back to admire his work. "Though..." His face froze, and he half-turned, smiling at Elizabeth with a glint in his cornflower-blue eyes. "Now I come to think of it, there were one other time since. Quite recen'ly, in fact. Couple years back. 'E'd just gotten 'is Pearl back, I believe, an' it were once again ol' Gibbs who brought Jack 'ere, the lad staggerin' an' shoutin' that 'e didn' need no doc'or, 'e just needed 'is Pearl, but Gibbs knew best, as always."
Elizabeth's eyes widened. That must have happened since they had met, after she had watched him from the battlements of Port Royal, sailing into the distance. "What happened?"
"Fever. 'E'd caught summit nasty from some tribe, an' it were burnin' through him. Delirious, 'e were. Rantin' an' ravin' one minute, weepin' into the pillow, the next." He was eying Elizabeth curiously now, watching her. She shifted uncomfortably. "After all 'e'd survived before, no one doubted for a moment that 'e wouldn't pull through. A legend like 'e's carved out for 'imself, 'e could 'ardly go down to a fever, now, could 'e? But it were a nasty sickness, all the same. I remember one evenin', the night before the fever broke, I came in carryin' a tray of broth, to try an' get summit into 'im, an' there were no one else there at the time but the doc'or. The lad were sleepin', so it seemed, but 'e were mutterin' t' 'imself, nonsense, as always, an' neither the doc'or nor I paid it much mind, until..." He stepped closer to Elizabeth now, his voice dropping to a mere whisper. "'E started speakin' a name."
A coil tightened in Elizabeth's gut. "A name?"
"Aye. Name of a woman. Chantin' it, quiet, like, under 'is breath. Now, it caught my attention because I know the lad not to be the settlin' sort. 'E's 'ad 'is flirtations, sure, but no one 'as ever truly caught 'is eye, to my knowledge. The doc'or noticed too, an' asked me if I recognised the name. I said I didn'. 'E stopped as soon as 'e started, an' 'e woke the next mornin', past the worst of it."
Elizabeth licked her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. She wasn't sure if she wanted to know. Obviously Jack had had his fair share of women, but to think that one would leave her mark enough for him to speak her name during his delusions. But of course, her curiosity was too great.
"What was the name?"
The man smirked. "Lizabeth."
Her face burned, and for a moment she lost herself, her mouth gaping with shock. He had spoken her name. They had parted ways, and yet he had chanted her name, calling for her, perhaps dreaming of her under the heavy sleep of fever. What could that mean, besides...?
Pulling her lips into a pout of indignation, she stepped back sharply. "Common enough name. No doubt the whorehouses of Tortuga are teaming with Elizabeths and Lizzys and Elizas and... I'd thank you not to look at me that way." She snapped at his knowing gaze. "And to keep any gossiping thoughts to yourself."
The man mimicked drawing a line across his lips in an oath of silence. "Believe me, Miss, with all that goes on 'ere, that would be one of the more mundane tidbits, anyway."
Still not convinced, she asked warily. "What is your name?"
"Perkins, Miss." He didn't bow, as the gentlemen of Port Royal would have. This was the Kingdom of Pirates, after all. "Pleasure's all mine."
She nodded her head curtly. "Thank you for replacing the bed. I think... I shall sleep now."
The bid him goodnight, locking the door behind him.
Sitting heavily onto the bed, the mattress dipping dangerously off the side of the bed-frame, she thought about all she had learnt that night. She imagined Jack, in this very room, as a young boy desperate to follow the call of the sea, until the urge had been too strong to resist any longer. She imagined him on this bed, writhing in agony while a doctor pulled the bullets from his chest. So much blood had been lost. How on earth had he survived? She imagined him bathed in sweat, sleeping in the bloodstains of his last visit, chanting for her, calling for her. She imagined herself, water bowl in hand, dabbing with a cloth at his brow, soothing him. Clinging to his hand as the doctor performed his crude surgery on his wounds. Stroking his hair as the wounds were cleaned with precious rum, and cauterised with red hot metal. She imagined them both, in this bed, whispering to each other...
Oh, you hussy. Her husband not but a few hours gone, and already she was picturing herself with another man. And not just any man. That man.
God, ten years was a long time, indeed. Her body had been awakened to sensual realities of womanhood, and she knew that she couldn't wait ten years. But as for him... no, she'd have to steer clear of him. Jack was as much a danger to her heart as to her body. He would worm his way into her heart, and stay there. And she must protect Will's heart, above all else. Protect it within her own.
But as for physical pleasure... she resolved again to find a way of communicating with Calypso. After all, all men took lovers, why not a Pirate King?
Removing her heavily armoured coat and belt, she slipped beneath the covers in her black dress, placing her effects on the ground, within easy reach. Glancing again to check the lock of the door, her hand skimmed over her thighs, her fingers travelling to that secret part of her. A part of her still sore from her hasty honeymoon. Flashes of images raced through her mind as she touched herself. A pair of dark, kind eyes. Strong, calloused hands on her bare waist. Her fingers tracing over a scar on a man's chest. Soft, greedy lips tasting her own. A wry smirk. A glint of gold.
Tipping herself into ecstasy, she let the night take her, and let her exhaustion claim her.
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