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training4theapocalypse · 11 months

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And they call me crazy (Adrian Chase x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: SMUT, Rough sex, Non-con elements - reader is drunk and a (very eager to fuck) hostage, Light bondage, Oral, P in V, Unprotected sex, Edging, Canon typical mentions of murder and violence

Summary: You're a new intern at Senator Goff's office. It's going great... that is until Vigilante abducts you after you've been out drinking, celebrating the end of your first week. (Based on this ask from anon.)

A/N: I'm fucking impatient as usual and I couldn't wait until Sunday to post this. I've added non-con to the warnings but honestly, reader is so desperate to fuck him she DOESN'T GIVE AF if it's morally questionable that she's a hostage.

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Chapter text:

Your gasp is stifled when a black glove covers your mouth and an arm wraps tight around your body. You stumble on the sidewalk, teetering back in your high heels into your assailant’s body but he holds you firmly upright.

“Don’t scream,” says a man’s muffled whisper in your ear.

Your whole body freezes up. God, you wish you were more sober. Why did you insist on walking home after those celebratory drinks? This is not the perfect ending to the first week of your internship that you’d envisioned. Is this why Senator Goff didn’t turn up for work today? They said he was sick.

“I’m not gonna hurt you if you keep quiet and get in the car.”

It’s a man’s voice. Not one you recognise. But you can barely hear it anyway over how loudly your heart is beating in your chest. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, it seems to say, battering frantically against your rib cage.

“Nod if you understand me.”

You jerk your head forward - his tight grip doesn’t make the movement easy.

God, why didn’t you listen to your Mom? She told you earlier to get a cab home and stay safe, you’d just dismissed her advice as usual because you knew best.

He removes his hand and pushes you into the open passenger door of a beat-up old Chrysler Sebring. It all happens so fast that you don’t even think to check out the license plate.

Shit.

The man shuts the passenger door after you and hops into the driver’s seat on the other side.

It’s him.

You’ve seen his masked face on the news, wanted for carrying out his own brand of retributive justice on criminals across Evergreen. You heard people talking about his latest crimes at work today. Hell, you’ve even made stupid memes about having a crush on him in your girlfriend’s group chat.

It’s Vigilante.

You were ready to beg for your life a second ago. But now all you can do is stare. At the forefront of your admittedly inebriated mind is the fact that you’ve fantasised about the masked Vigilante of Evergreen before. But in your fantasies, you’d always been someone that he’d saved from a robbery gone wrong or some other sticky situation. Not his abductee.

And this is no fantasy. He’s here - he’s real. So intimidatingly tangible and human. You can hear his breathing through his mask, see his eyes darting around your dark surroundings checking for passersby, and you can even smell the sharp, fresh scent of his cologne when he gets close to you, reaching behind you to grab a length of rope from the back seat.

“Put your hands out.” You swallow thickly, looking at his masked face. There’s no point in arguing. “If you make any indication to anyone we pass that you’re you’re here against your will, I will kill you.”

“Listen, I don’t know what you think I’ve done but I-”

“Hey - don’t make me gag you and put you in the trunk,” he says, finishing the knot around your wrists as your stomach does a little flip. Not out of fear. Something else. He turns his keys and starts the ignition. “Oooh, seatbelt! Sorry.”

You breathe in as he reaches across you to grab your seatbelt and clip you in. Your hands sit uncomfortably on your lap as the car drives out of the dark street and onto the main road.

He pulls out his cell phone as he drives to wherever you’re going and you hear the other end of the phone ringing in the silent car.

“What is it?” You strain your ears, listening as a woman answers aggressively.

“I’ve got Goff’s assistant. I’m on my way to the video store.”

Goff’s assistant? That’s a stretch. You’re an intern. And not even Goff’s intern. You’re his assistant’s intern.

“I’m not-” you start but he cuts you off.

“Quiet!”

“What?!” says the woman on the phone.

“Sorry, Harcourt. Not you.”

“No, I mean you did what?! Vigilante, you need to run this shit by me. You can’t bring her here.”

“I did you a favour! We’re way ahead of schedule now.”

You hear the unidentified woman grumble. “We’ve got Judomaster here, dumbass. Take her someplace else.”

Goff’s funny little bodyguard. Now you know that Vigilante and the woman on the phone are responsible for Goff’s absence. Shit, what’s he going to do when he realises you know nothing?

“Where am I supposed to take her?”

“That’s what happens when you go rogue, idiot. We’ll talk about this tomorrow. She’s your problem tonight.”

You hear the line beeping as the woman hangs up.

“Fuck!” says Vigilante and he does a U-turn. “Hey, close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“I’m gonna have to take you to my place. I said close your eyes or-”

“Yeah, you’ll kill me. I got it,” you say resignedly. You close your eyes feeling the car turn left, straight for a while, right, left… you lose track. You have no idea where you are or how long it takes you to get there when finally you arrive at your destination.

You hear him get out of the car and still not daring to open your eyes, you feel the cool night air when the passenger door opens.

“Can I open my eyes?”

“Nope.”

You feel him reach over you to unclip your seatbelt and he hoists you out of the car by your upper arm. He roughly steers you across what you guess is a parking lot by the way your high heels click on the asphalt.

His vice-like grip on your arm still doesn’t relent, even when you reach the stairs.

“Not so fast - I can’t see!” And you’re still kind of drunk.

“Shh! Not here,” he whispers urgently. But his hold on you becomes more gentle as he helps you up the stairs, more slowly now. A sliver of empathy.

The sound of keys jingle as he unlocks a door and guides you inside. You hear him locking and bolting the door behind you. Great.

“Can I-”

“Yeah, you can open ‘em.”

You open your eyes. The small apartment is sparsely furnished, obviously decorated by a single man. No artwork on his walls, a small dining table, a clean but worn leather couch without even so much as a throw pillow.

The screech of wood on laminate makes your arm hair stand up as he pulls over a hard wooden chair into the middle of the living room.

“Sit.”

You do as you’re told. He pulls another chair over and sits down opposite you, leaning back, with his arm resting on the back of the chair. Vigilante’s intimidating form relaxes casually in front of you.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” he tells you.

“I - do what the easy way?” You shift in your seat, squeezing your thighs together. What wouldn’t you want Vigilante to do you right now? Stop it, you scold yourself.

“You’ve got information and I need it.”

“I really don’t have any sort of information.”

He edges his seat closer to you, close enough that you can smell his cologne again. Fuck. “Hey, I get it. I was tortured for intel a few days ago and I didn’t crack either-”

“Torture?!” You panic now. “Look, I’m not lying - I’m not Goff’s assistant! If I knew anything I’d tell you.”

His eyes narrow behind the mask. He pulls out his phone, looking through it for something. “Shit.” Vigilante looks from his phone to you. “This isn’t you.” He holds up the screen and shows you a blurry picture of your boss walking out of the office. Sure you look alike - you have the same hair colour and both wear suits to work but she’s significantly older.

You shake your head.

“What were you doing coming out of the senator’s office?” He accuses, as if it’s your fault he’s kidnapped you.

“I’m an intern. It’s my first week.”

“So you work there? Right?” he asks desperately.

“I just get coffee and take notes, dude.”

He tilts his head back, staring at the ceiling. “Oh man, Harcourt’s gonna freak out when I tell her I fucked up again. I can’t believe I picked up the wrong hostage.”

You sit, wrists still tied together in your lap staring at him. Now what? Maybe he’ll just drop you off outside the bar where the grabbed you.

“Look, we all make mistakes. It happens to the best of us. No harm done so-”

“Stop.” He looks up at you. “You know I can’t let you go.”

You take a deep breath and look at him silently for a few seconds. “So now what? Are you gonna kill me?”

“I-”

‘I’m a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world. Life in plastic, it’s fantastic’

Vigilante looks at his phone, apparently confused that it isn’t the source of the music.

“It’s mine,” you sigh, embarrassed by your choice of ringtone. You try to pick your phone out of your suit pocket with tied wrists.

“Your ringtone is Barbie Girl?”

You nod.

He pauses, giving you an unreadable look from behind his mask before reaching into your suit pocket. “I can’t let you have this.” He declines the call. Your phone pings as a message arrives. “Someone called Melanie says ‘Your boyfriend is on the news again’,” he reads.

Fuck. Your best friend Melanie knows all about your stupid crush on the man sitting in front of you right now.

“Hey- don’t read my messages!”

“I need to know if your boyfriend is gonna come looking for you.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend, I swear. She’s just making a stupid joke.”

Your phone pings again. “She’s sent you a picture - what’s your passcode?”

“I said don’t read my messages. I’m not telling you my passcode.”

Vigilante sighs and turns your phone around to face you and your Face ID unlocks it. He freezes when he opens the image.

Oh, god.

He turns the phone back towards you again and you groan. Melanie has taken a picture of the news on her TV. Vigilante is on the screen. Shit.

“I told you, it was just a stupid joke,” you mumble, feeling your face turning scarlet.

“I didn’t realise you were a fan,” he says, and you can tell from the tone of his voice that he has a stupid grin under his mask.

“Well, I’m definitely not a fan right now.” You hold up your wrists.

“She can see you’ve opened it. What should I say back?”

“Hmm... say LOL…” He starts typing. “Call the police. I’m being held hostage.”

He deletes what he just typed and gives you a stern look. “Fine, I’ll just go through your messages and see what you said before.”

“No, wait! I was kidding!” You try to snatch the phone from his hands but his reflexes are too quick for your tied hands. He doesn’t have to scroll very far back through your messages to find what he’s looking for.

Vigilante laughs and starts reading aloud. “OMG, he is so fine… I’m just gonna say that again.” He sends the message and you hear the notification of Melanie responding almost immediately. He reads it aloud. “She says ‘Knew you’d appreciate it - wink emoji’.”

“Can you just kill me already?” you ask sarcastically.

He puts your phone in his pocket. “I’m not gonna kill you.”

“So what am I doing here then?”

“Waiting. For now.” You stare at each other for a few seconds. It’s hard not to feel like you’re in immediate danger. “Do you want a beer?”

Perhaps your life isn’t in danger.

You blink at him incredulously. He walks over to the refrigerator and returns with two beers. He opens yours and hands it to you.

“Can you untie me so I can drink it?” You ask, testing the waters.

“Are you gonna try and attack me and escape?”

You’ve never been in a fight in your entire life. There’s no way you’d be able to win in a physical altercation with him, not with his reputation for massacring criminal gangs.

“No.”

Vigilante looks you over, and you stare up at him, waiting for his assessment. “I could take you, anyway,” he says casually and puts down his beer on the coffee table so he can untie your wrists.

You feel yourself blushing again at his words. Vigilante could take you. He means in a fight. But your mind immediately thinks of him taking you in another way.

When he unties you, you rub your wrists, feeling the sweet relief of having them free again. Vigilante kicks back on the couch and gestures to the seat next to him. You move over and perch uncertainly on the cool leather. He lifts the bottle of beer, and then realising he’d need to remove his mask to drink it, puts it back down.

“You can take it off if you want,” you suggest.

“And let you see my face? No way. I have a secret identity.”

“Well, I bet you’re handsome under there.”

What are you doing?

The sensible voice at the back of your mind supposes that flirting with him might convince him to free you. Another slightly louder, drunker voice in your head suggests that flirting with him might convince him to fuck you.

He looks away, flustered. “I dunno about that...”

“That’s why you wear that mask, right? You’re probably so good-looking you’d be easy to spot in a line-up.”

He lifts the edge of his mask - you think for a second he’s about to reveal who he is but instead, he takes a long drink of beer. You watch his sharp jaw and exposed neck as he swallows and get a brief glance at his wet lips before he pulls the fabric back down over his face again.

“That mask doesn’t do you any favours, hiding a jawline like that.”

“Stop it, okay. I know what you’re doing.” You raise your eyebrows. “You think because you’re pretty, you can seduce me into letting you go. It’s not gonna work.”

Pretty.

You try not to smile, to keep your expression blank. You wish you could text Melanie - she’d lose her shit right now. But you’ve laid it on a bit too thick. Even though it is true - he does have a ridiculously nice lower half of his face.

“I’m just passing the time. Believe it or not, I’ve never been abducted before.” You shrug. “So what’s the plan? Stay here until your boss on the phone tells you to kill me in the morning?”

“She’s not my boss.”

“Sounds like she is.”

“I work alone. Mostly. Or with Peacemaker.”

“So let me go then. I won’t tell a soul. I promise.”

“It’s not that simple. I can’t just release a hostage.”

You think. Hard. “What if I could get you the information you need? Then I’m an accomplice. Not a hostage.”

“I thought you just got the coffee?”

“I know where my boss keeps her laptop. And her password.”

“What kind of boss tells a brand new intern her password?”

You purse your lips, wondering how much you can safely reveal to him. “She trusts me.”

“The way you want me to trust you?”

“It’s different… I just don’t want her to get kidnapped too.”

He tilts his head. “That could work.” He hesitates. “But I’ll need to double-check with Harcourt in the morning.” He spins his bottle of beer in his hands.

“I’ll give you the laptop’s location and password if you let me see your face.”

“Uh, no. You’re giving me the location and password in exchange for letting you go.”

“This is a hostage negotiation, right?” You give him a coy smile. “Let the hostage do some negotiating.”

“No way.” He lifts the bottom of his mask up again to take another drink.

“What if I suck your dick, will you show me your face?”

Vigilante chokes on his beer.

“Jeez! I’ve already told you that you can stop coming onto me. I’ve agreed to ask Harcourt to let you go.”

“I know. I’m just shooting my shot,” you smile, resting the beer bottle on your bottom lip. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

“Yeah, right.” He says though you can’t help but notice the way his visor-covered eyes linger on your lips.

“Dude, you saw my messages. I’ve always wanted to bump into Vigilante. Under different circumstances, obviously.”

This intrigues him. He turns in his seat, resting on the arm of the couch to face you. “Uh, what kind of circumstances?”

“Well, if you really want to know - they’re in my texts with Melanie.”

He looks at your phone again, opens your messages and starts scrolling up. His eyes widen as he pauses, reading. “Damn…”

“Which one are you reading?”

“There’s more than one?!” His voice is higher pitched this time and you grin. “Uh… ‘I wish we’d bumped into Vigilante when those guys were harassing us leaving the club last night. He would have kicked their asses and I would have-’... Holy shit.”

He adjusts himself in his seat and you can tell he’s hard just from reading your text exchange. You tilt your beer towards him encouragingly. “You can say it.”

“...‘I would have sucked the fucking soul from his body.’ Girls say this kind of shit to each other?”

You sip your drink and say nothing.

Vigilante looks at you like you’re a piece of cake he really, really shouldn’t be thinking about eating. “It would be morally wrong for me to sleep with a hostage.” He looks into your eyes.

You edge closer to him on the couch. “Accomplice, remember? I’m not a hostage if I work with you, right?”

“Listen, you are so hot. And if I met you in real life… fuck. It would be a different story.”

“This is real life.”

“You know what I mean.”

You get on your knees and crawl over to him between his legs. He shrinks back into the corner of the couch cushions. “C’mon. I won’t tell your boss.”

He swallows nervously. “You’re making it really hard for me to say no right now.”

You run your fingers over his belt. “Say you don’t want me to and I’ll stop.” Vigilante groans. You crawl forward again and press your forehead against his masked one, looking into his visor. “Tell me you don’t want me to suck your dick,” you whisper.

“Fuck…” He breathes. “And they call me crazy.”

“Maybe you should be more careful who you let in your car.”

His gloved hand grabs your wrist and for a second you think he’s going to make you stop but instead, he guides your hand onto the bulge through the fabric of his pants. Vigilante leans his head back, exposing a tiny glimpse of his neck between his mask and his suit. Your tongue finds the skin there, sliding across it and you feel him shiver underneath you.

It’s like he’s at your mercy now as you slowly, agonisingly slowly, undo his belt revealing the v-shape of his lower abdominal muscles covered in a smattering of brown hair. You slide your body down between his legs and kiss the trail of hair below his belly button while your hands work, unzipping his pants and pulling his boxers down.

Vigilante’s cock slaps his stomach when you release it from his boxers. Shit, you have a lot to work with. You’re already wet between your legs just from your conversation but the sight of him sprawled out in front of you - his entire body concealed with the exception of his hard cock - sends blood rushing to your pussy.

You lick your lips and the moment your tongue slides across his head, you feel his whole body tremble.

“Holy shit,” Vigilante whispers raggedly from behind his mask. He lifts his head to watch as his length disappears into your mouth, and you look up at him with wide eyes and hollow cheeks, sucking and running your tongue along the underside of his cock.

He grunts as you pull back to run your tongue slowly around his head again. His reaction makes your pussy ache with longing, thinking about how he’d sound with his mask off, moaning like that in your ear.

“Fuck, that’s it. Thaat’s it,” he says through gritted teeth as you find a rhythm, bobbing your head up and down. He threads his gloved hands through your hair - you think he’s going to start fucking your throat but you’re surprised when he doesn’t apply any force, letting you maintain your pace. Vigilante watches you on all fours, your ass in the air behind you as your mouth makes the wettest, sloppiest sucking sounds he’s ever heard.

Then he sees it. A glimpse of your hand under your tailored work skirt, confirming to him again that this isn’t just a ploy for early release. You’re really fucking turned on by being here, sucking his cock.

“Wait…” he whines, tugging gently at the base of your scalp. You pull back, replacing your mouth with your other hand so you can look at him. “Can I fuck you?”

You pull away and bite your lip, still pumping your hand up and down the length of his cock.

“You said you’d show me your face.” Time for your one last bargaining chip.

“I…” He hesitates, propping himself up on his elbows. “I can’t,” he pleads.

“You’ll have to cum here on your stomach then,” you grin, your wet fist picking up pace as he tenses his thighs and tries to stop his hips from jerking up into you. “If you show me your face I’ll let you cum inside me.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he groans. You stop jerking him off and watch him as he pulls his mask off, tossing it aside on the coffee table. He takes a pair of glasses out of his pocket and puts them on.

You stare at him in shock. You were mostly just teasing him earlier- you hadn’t actually expected him to be this good-looking. Sure, you knew from him drinking his beer earlier that he had a nice jawline. But even in your fantasies, he was faceless - he never had gorgeous green eyes and tousled curly hair.

“You’re hot?” You blurt out before you can stop yourself. “What the fuck!?”

He smiles. And you can see it this time. It’s beautiful. He has dimples.

The intimidation you felt before when you first saw the masked killer in front of you is nothing compared to how you feel now. You practically melt, turning into putty. Feeling lightheaded you realise you’ve been holding your breath and begin making a conscious effort to breathe again. Seconds ago you were convinced he was at your mercy but now…

“Do whatever you want to me,” you say abruptly. Your underwear is flooded thinking that this man, this ridiculously beautiful killer wants to fuck you.

“Oh… I’m gonna.” He raises his eyebrows and lunges forward, pinning you to the couch and kissing your neck. His rough exterior armour digs into your chest. Your hands wander along his shoulders, trying to find the mechanism to unclip it. He feels your movements and pushes himself off of you so he can undo them himself.

You lie back, watching him remove his suit, revealing a host of white scars and purplish-yellow welts across his toned chest and abdomen. You undo the top two buttons of your blouse.

“Nuh-uh,” he says, tossing his under armour onto the floor. You let out a yelp of surprise when he grabs the opening of your shirt and rips it open, sending buttons scattering across his floor. He pushes your bra up, not bothering to take it off to suck on your tits.

You run your fingers through his curly hair, feeling him sloppily run his tongue over your nipple. His teeth clamp down on your breast - hard - and you squeal and yank his hair.

“Ow! Not so rough!”

He just gives you a mischievous smirk and you release your grip when he sucks the spot gently, in a sort of silent apology. It’s definitely going to leave a bruise tomorrow - a secret souvenir of your night with the masked man from the news all your friends know you have a crush on.

But Christ, what have you let yourself in for?

Vigilante moves down your body, kissing your stomach and pulling off your skirt and underwear in a single movement, throwing them haphazardly on the floor. You gasp when his mouth returns to your body and a soft, wet heat envelopes your pussy. He drags his tongue slowly, carefully along your slit.

“Oh fuck…” you whine, arching your back. “Vigilante, I- wait, fuck, what do I call you?”

“Vigilante,” he says between achingly slow licks. Every nerve ending seems to light up, sending blissful signals to your brain.

“No, I - I mean what’s your name?”

“Vigilante.”

God damn.

You look down and lock eyes with him, his pupils blown so wide his green eyes almost look black as he stares up at you, swirling his tongue in wide circles against your swollen clit. The entire lower half of your body tightens up and the walls of your pussy clench, desperate for something to squeeze around. His fingers, his cock - anything.

You reach down to find his large, gloved hand and tug at the fabric, trying to pull it off him.

He pulls his mouth back and removes his glove with his teeth.

“Is this what you want, baby?” He asks, running a single finger through your slick, wet folds and over your clit.

You nod.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, Vigilante.”

He sinks two fingers deep in your cunt.

“Is this what you fantasise about?” His questioning makes you tighten around his fingers as he draws them in and out of you. Your breathing quickens in time with his fingers pressing against that sweet spot deep inside your pelvis.

He stops abruptly and the whine that escapes you is pathetic.

“Answer me.”

“Y-yes,” you moan. “Every night.” You wriggle, trying to fuck yourself on his stationary fingers.

“Finger fucking yourself like this?” He curls his fingers up into you again.

“Mhmm.”

“Use your words.”

“Yes, fuck, just like… like this.” You bring your hand to your clit and start rubbing yourself in an obscene demonstration for him as he watches from his kneeling position, one hand between your thighs.

You’re close now, you can feel your orgasm burning up inside you as your cunt starts pulsing more consistently around his digits and your breathing gets heavier. Just as your release is about to crash over you, he withdraws his hand and grabs your wrist, moving your hand away from your clit.

“Wha-?” You pant dazedly. “I was just about to-”

“I know,” he smirks. “Not yet.”

Fuck. He’s fucking edging you.

His lips meet yours for the first time and you moan softly into his mouth. His tongue rolls against yours and you can still taste your sweet and salty juices on him.

Then, without warning, he flips you over and you gasp wordlessly face down on the leather couch in stunned silence. He pulls your hips back and up towards him.

“Fuck, Vigilante,” you choke, lifting your head up and arching your back, your brain working hard to regain awareness of its surroundings.

The weight of his body presses down on top of you as he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re gonna forget my face in a line-up.”

Fuck.

He takes his cock and drags it over your soaking wet entrance, flushed and swollen for him and the broken sob that escapes you is desperate.

“Please,” you beg again. “Just let me cum.”

Vigilante sinks into you with a forceful jerk of his hips and your pussy seizes up tight around him as your face is forced onto the cold leather again. You try and push yourself up onto all fours.

“Nuh-uh, I like seeing you like this,” he says with another forceful thrust, knocking you off balance. “Hands behind your back.” You huff and do what he says, his still-gloved hand pinning your wrists behind you. “I shoulda just kept you tied up, huh?”

You can’t answer, you can’t move, you can’t do anything except just take him. Sparks of electricity reignite inside you, the deepest you’ve ever felt it as he pounds into you, hitting just that right spot again. You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder and when you see Vigilante biting his lip in concentration your walls start pulsing and squeezing around his cock.

“Not… yet.” He grunts. “Not ‘til I say.”

He pushes down on your wrists and it feels like all the air is being knocked from your lungs with every roll of his hips.

“Fuck, you’re such a… pretty… little… hostage,” he groans through gritted teeth, each thrust punctuated by his praise.

“Yes…” you whine because it’s all you can manage to say. It’s all you can think. That one singular confirmation repeating over and over again in your head - it’s all you want to be for him. Fuck, you’d happily spend the rest of your life locked in his apartment, letting him use you like this every time he came home after a night of murdering criminals.

Your eyes roll back in your head, fireworks rocketing and exploding into a million bright pieces. If there’s a heaven, it would look like this - a beaten-up leather couch in a shitty apartment in downtown Evergreen.

His other hand that’s free of his glove and not pinning you down reaches round and starts working your clit with rough, calloused fingertips. You squeeze your eyes shut, not realising they’ve been watering. Real tears leak from the corners, leaving your face a wet mess on the leather seat. You choke out a sob, not sure how much longer you can fight against your orgasm.

“Shh, shhh… it’s okay, baby. You can cum. Let it all out for me.”

And you do.

Everything goes dark and you’re lost in the pleasure that takes over your body, your climax wiping your mind blank of all thoughts except Vigilante. Your pussy clamps down hard like a vice around his cock as you squirm on his fingers. It’s only when you feel him shudder and collapse on top of you that you realise he’s come undone too.

You both lie there for a second, feeling the warmth of your combined mess leaking out and the sound of him panting, exhausted.

“Vigilante…” you say in a strained voice, breaking the silence.

“Yeah?” he exhales and takes another gulp of air.

“You’re crushing me.”

“Oh.” He hoists himself off of you. “Let me get you a towel.”

With difficulty, you sit back upright to wipe your eyes and fix your hair. Vigilante returns with a towel and you sit on it, grateful for the barrier between you and the wet, sticky couch cushion.

He throws himself back down beside you. “Whoo, I’m beat!” he says cheerfully. “What do you wanna do now?”

You look at him uncertainly and glance at your watch. “It’s one in the morning.”

“Right, cool. Do you wanna sleep on the couch or-”

‘I’m a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world. Life in plastic, it’s fantastic’

Who’s phoning you this late?

He picks up both of your phones from the coffee table. “It’s mine,” he says and accepts the call. “Hello?”

Wait - his ringtone is Barbie Girl too?

“It’s me,” says the same voice of the woman who called him earlier. “Have you dealt with the hostage yet?”

Vigilante looks at you and hesitates. He swallows. “Yeah. It’s done.”

“So she accepted the bribe? You’ve got the laptop?”

His eyes widen. “The bribe? Oh! Yeah, sure! The bribe...”

“Vij, you didn’t kill her, did you?”

“What?” He lets out a maniacal laugh. “You’re crazy, Harcourt, of course I didn’t kill her. What’s the, uh, budget again?” He winks at you and makes an ‘ok’ sign with his thumb and forefinger. He’s insane, you think.

“I dunno, like five grand?”

“Phew! Then yes, it is all dealt with. Done and dusted. I will get that laptop.”

“You don’t have the laptop yet!? Vigilante, you need to get the laptop before you hand over the money, idiot.”

“Copy that,” he grins.

“Vigilante, what the f-”

He hangs up, cutting her off and tosses his phone aside.

“Good news. I can let you go once you give me the laptop.”

“And the five grand?” You raise your eyebrows.

“Wait, you heard that?!”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Well not until you give me the laptop.”

“I can get it tonight if you need it? We just need to swing by my boss’s house before you drop me off.”

He frowns. “Oh. Right. Yeah, of course. I need to… need to take you home.”

You tilt your head to one side and look at him fondly. You fix his messy curls and he closes his eyes at your touch. “Or… I could stay here tonight? Pick up the laptop tomorrow morning once you’ve fixed me some breakfast?”

He perks up. “I could do that! …You’re one hundred per cent sure you can get it though, right?”

You sigh and extend your hand. “Give me my phone.” He does and watches you go through your contacts.

The line rings and a familiar but slightly croaky voice answers.

“Honey, it’s one in the morning. Is everything alright? Did you get home okay?”

“Hey Mom, I’m fine. Listen, I think I forgot to send an email before I left the office and I can’t sleep worrying about it. Can I pick up your laptop first thing tomorrow?”

She yawns. “Sure thing. Don’t get stressed about it. Just go get some sleep.”

“Thanks, boss. I love you.”

“Goodnight sweetie. I love you too.”

You grin as Vigilante gapes at you.

“Goff’s assistant… she’s your-?”

“Yup. Now c’mon, show me where your bedroom is.” You stand up and reach your hands out, waiting for him to guide you. You step on one of your shirt buttons as he leads you towards the hallway. “You owe me a new shirt, by the way.”

“I just made you five grand. Use that to buy a new shirt,” he says, opening the bedroom door.

“Hey, what happened to the hostage negotiation? These are the terms of my release.”

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere,” he smirks, shutting the door behind you.

#vigilante x reader #vigilante #adrian chase x reader #vigilante peacemaker #adrian chase #vigilante x you #freddie stroma #fanfic #peacemaker #vigilante x female reader #adrian chase x female reader #adrian chase x you #adrian chase imagines #adrian chase x y/n

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Unexpected Pt.2

firstly, i’m so sorry about disappearing from here and hopefully i can be back🥺

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pairing: Ruben Dias x Y/N

summary: falling for your best friend is a bad idea, everyone knows that but what if it’s too late?

genre: again, a bit of everything

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The ceremony started and everyone was seated, you may purposefully sat away from Ruben but that’s not important. Your mind was going crazy with thoughts, you weren’t even together so why were you affected about them? Everything was going well for the wedding and you were trying to help with everything keeping Elena close to you all the time, you were afraid if she ever left you had to greet Ruben and Angela.

“Hey Y/N, can you check the stereo in the garden and make sure the sound quality is ok?” the bride’s mom asked you and you happily obliged seeing this as a way out to clear your mind.

You walked into the garden which was decorated with white and pink flowers and had a big dance floor in the middle for the after party. It was looking over the lake and it was beautiful, you even forgot about the task in hand and walked over to the edge looking at the view when a voice startled you.

“It looks amazing.”

Ruben.

“Yeah, yeah it does.” you said without even turning to him. You didn’t know how to face him now.

“Are you avoiding me?” he asked. Ruben was always very direct and this was one of his better qualities most of the time but not tonight.

“No of course not. I’ve just been busy.” you lied but both of you knew it wasn’t true.

“You know you can’t lie to me.” he came closer and stood with hands on the railing next to you. You didn’t even know what to say but he continued.

“So I guess I owe you an explanation.”

You turned to him for the first time and wished you hadn’t, being this close and looking at his eyes were making you emotional and it was utterly embarrassing.

“When I went away with the team, Angela was there with her friends and she asked to have dinner so I went.” he took a deep breath like he was out of it. “And then she told me she still loved me and asked me for another chance and I- I don’t know I guess it felt good to hear her say those things so it kinda happened. And I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you earlier, I actually wanted to but she came to Manchester with me and I’ve only been back for two days and I didn’t want to say this on the phone” he ended his word vomit.

“It’s okay Rubes, you don’t need to explain yourself to me. I’m happy for you.”

It wasn’t a lie, you were happy that he was happy. You loved Ruben with all your heart and being his best friend for years means you knew he wouldn’t do anything to upset you specifically, you were just collateral damage. The only thing that was out of the ordinary was the slightest hint of nausea and hurt you felt but that should pass quickly, right?

“No I have to because I don’t want to hurt you.”

A little too late, you thought.

“You didn’t hurt me Ruben, we’re just best friends and you know I like Angela. Anyway, I should get back inside they’re waiting for me.” you put on a hopefully believable smile and walked away before he could say anything.

He knew this wasn’t best to bring Angela here without telling you they were back together but she didn’t give him the chance and he was being a little coward if you really think about it but the thing that stung him the most was you didn’t even look at him for more than 4 seconds or hugged him after being away for a month and it was all his fault.

For the rest of the night you successfully avoided them and devoted yourself to your friend and her happy day. It’d be selfish to not celebrate with her because of your own reasons. As you were dancing around your eyes fell onto Angela, she was standing there alone with her phone in her hand and she looked rather uncomfortable. You knew you should at least say something. Your relationship should go back to how it was, both with her and Ruben asap.

“Hey Angela.” you smiled and made your way and she looked up and smiled to you.

“Hey Y/N, it’s been a while.”

You hugged her.

“Yeah, I heard you are back together.”

“Yess, it was certainly unexpected but I’m happy that he reached out.” she beamed and your smile faded a little.

“Did you say he reached out?”

“Yeah, I was also over there and he saw my story and sent me a text asking me to come over to his hotel and tbh I thought he was just giving me a bootycall but turns out he wasn’t.” she happily answered and your mind went blank. Ruben lied to you, even after everything he couldn’t even be honest.

“Do you know where he is, I’ve been trying to find him for a picture for the bride and the groom.” you said as nonchalantly as possible and she pointed to the building saying he was using the restroom.

You thanked her absentmindedly and made your way inside. It was one thing for him to get back with her and you could accept it but lying to you… Why would he do that? You found him just exiting the building making his way into the party.

“Oh hey Y/N” he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes but you couldn’t care less.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah sure, do you want to sit here?” he pointed the chairs behind you and you nodded.

“Ruben I’m only going to ask you once, why did you lie to me?”

“What?” he said with confusion

“Why did you lie to me and said Angela reached out to you first? Do you really think it matters? You weren’t over her, okay no problem. Why didn’t you tell me that and created a whole story about her texting you and asking you for dinner?”

After you finished speaking Ruben stood there silently for a while and you couldn’t really wrap your head around his lie.

“I’m sorry” he mumbled

“That’s all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say?” you could see he was getting frustrated but it wasn’t your fault.

“Tell me why you thought you needed to lie Ruben?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Do you think I’m in love with you or something?” you said without even thinking. Your newly found feelings for him will forever be a secret anyway.

He looked up at you for the first time and you could see he’s sad.

“I’m sorry did I offend you saying I’m not in love with you?” you were getting heated. “Because Ruben, if I was, it wouldn’t matter who initiated it.”

“I know and I’m sorry.” he said and looked at you with puppy eyes, those eyes could make you melt a few days ago but today all you felt was heartbreak and anger.

“I think it’s best if we kept our distance for a while.” You tried getting up to leave but he quickly held your wrist making you sit down again. When he made contact with you, you felt all the control leave your body and you hated yourself for it.

“No. I don’t want that.” he was firm with his answer. “I won’t allow that.”

“Well it’s not your choice at this point.” you pointed out and he knew you were right but couldn’t accept it.

“No, I can’t let you walk away from me.”

His eyes were like fire, you knew Ruben could never hurt you but his demeanor change was drastic. You felt yourself desperate under his intense gaze and started considering how can you cope with this situation but suddenly you grew a backbone realizing this is his doing and he needed to face the consequences just like you were facing consequences for falling for your best friend.

“I’m not asking you. I’m telling you I don’t think I can be in your life right now, you can’t have your cake and eat it Ruben. I’m done.” you said and firmly stood up leaving him there to tell your friends you were heading home because of a headache which wasn’t completely a lie.

You had to put Ruben and everything that reminded you of him in your past, at least for a while.

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My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 12

Author's note: Sorry about these chapters being so short btw 🙈 I could put two together, but then the story would be shorter, and what is going to be happening next makes more sense the way it is divided right now. So... yeah. Sorry 🫣

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"Merry Christmas, neighbour."

"Merry Christmas, Rúben" I smiled.

"Did you check if I'm under your tree?"

"Haven't gone downstairs yet, but that doesn't look like my grandma's living room" I said, squinting my eyes at my phone's screen. "And who said you were what I asked Father Christmas for?"

"Oh, yes. Why ask for something that already is yours" he said with that smirk of his. Thank God it was still dark in my room and he couldn't properly see how badly I was blushing. "Any news about your parents?"

"Nope, nothing. Only that my uncle and his family will come later to say hello."

"Are they team dad too?"

"They are team I don't want to get in trouble. But what about you? How did the night go?"

"It was ok, just the four of us."

"Any plans for today?"

"My mum is cooking, so that will definitely cheer us all. And I'll stop by Lucy's place to give Julia her present."

"What did you get her?"

"A new Elsa costume with a wig and heels."

"Oh, she's gonna love it. And drive us all crazy with the noise those heels are gonna make."

"Well, the one living downstairs is Mrs. Jones, so I don't feel sorry for her."

"Rúben!" I laughed. "Poor woman, she's just alone and wants some attention from a hot young man."

"Did you just call me hot?"

"I... My grandma is calling me."

"Yeah, sure" he chuckled.

"It's true." And as if hearing me, she opened my room's door, turning on the light.

"Sorry to interrupt, sweetie, I heard you laughing" she said. "Are you ready for breakfast?"

"One minute."

"Say hello to your grandma" Rúben said.

"Who is that? Are you talking with a man?" grandma asked, her eyes going wide.

"It's just an Instagram video."

"And why did I hear the word grandma? Who is he?"

"No one."

"Then why is your face so red?"

"Grandma, it is no one" I insisted.

"Ok... I'll see you downstairs" she said, closing the door.

"Thank you for that, Rúben."

"I was just being polite" he said with an innocent smile.

"Don't you dare smile at me like that" I said, trying to sound pissed. "She's not gonna let it go, you know? She's probably telling my grandad downstairs already."

"And?"

"Yesterday they spent hours trying to find me a boyfriend among the Arsenal players. If they find out I’m talking with a man…"

"You were talking with a friend that happens to be a man. I don't know why you can't tell them that" he shrugged.

"Because they won't believe me. In case you haven't noticed, the colour of my face gives it all away."

"So they'll know you fancy me."

"I don't..."

"You don't like me? C'mon. You've said it yourself, your face gives it all away. And if you didn't like me, you wouldn't have kissed me back. You wouldn't have let me kiss you at all."

“I just… I…”

“You like me. Say it. Make it my Christmas present.”

“What?”

“Repeat after me: I like you, Rúben.”

“I…”

“Yes?” he said while arching an eyebrow, that smirk of his starting to show.

“Fine. I like you, Rúben” I said, covering my face with my free hand the moment those words left my mouth.

“You are so cute” he laughed. “Thank you for making my Christmas morning ten times better.”

“Yeah, sure” I chuckled, still avoiding to look at him on my screen.

“You did. Anyway, I gotta go check on Ivan. Keep me updated about your day, ok?”

“You too.”

“Merry Christmas, neigbour.”

“Merry Christmas, Rúben.”

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“So, who is he?” grandad asked the moment I sat down to have breakfast.

“Who is… Grandma!”

“We have no secrets, sweetie” she shrugged. “And to be honest, your smile right now would have told us something happened, and you know you are the worst at keeping secrets.”

“He is just a friend who happens to be a man, nothing else” I said, repeating what Rúben had told me earlier.

“I’ve never seen you smile like that after speaking with any of your other friends, boys or girls” grandma said. “He must be special.”

“I’m smiling because he made a joke and I was still thinking about it, not because I fancy him.”

“What’s his name?” grandad asked.

“Does it matter?”

“We’ll call him Mr. X, then.”

“Please don’t” I quickly said. “It sounds…”

“Like the name of someone who does movies for adults” grandma giggled.

“Ok, fine. Then at least tell us the first letter of his name.”

“R.”

“Mr. R? Nah, that sounds weird. Richard. Let’s call him Richard. Rich. Richy.”

“Ricky, like Ricky Martin” grandma said. “Is he as attractive as Ricky Martin?”

“The poor girl probably doesn’t know who Ricky Martin is, love” grandad said. “She is too young.”

“I know who he is. But we can call him Richy.” The idea of calling someone the size of Rúben, Richy, was too funny. “And he isn’t ugly.”

“Oh, she is finally telling us something! How did you meet?” grandma asked.

“He is our neighbour.”

“So he is attractive and posh.”

“He isn’t posh.”

“Attractive and rich. He is a catch” grandma winked. “What does he do for a living?”

“He…” I couldn’t say that he was a football player. They would go nuts. “He works for Manchester City.” Which wasn’t a lie.

“Is he a football player?” grandad asked, raising his voice. “Which players do I know whose name starts with an R?”

“I said that he works for them, not that he is a player.”

“What does he do, then? Work office? If he is living in that building, he must have one of the big and important jobs” grandma said.

“Something like that, yes. I don’t know the details.”

“Rodri?” grandad asked.

“Who?”

“That’s the only City player I know whose name starts with an R. Is he your neighbour? He is Spanish, so is Lucy, and you speak Spanish. It makes sense.”

“She was speaking with him in English, not Spanish. And besides, she said he isn’t a player, he does office work” grandma pointed out.

“Shame. He doesn’t look like a bad lad. Though Ramsdale is way better, you’ll see” grandad said, back to eating his breakfast.

And that’s where the conversation ended, with him going back to talking about tomorrow's game and how excited he was about me meeting Ramsdale.

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str0l0gy · 1 year

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ONE VOICE, TWO PHONES

IN WHICH riki messed up the relationship he had with you because of a dumb mistake. you saw how he tried to talk to you everyday but you turned down each attempted. until one afternoon he managed to convince you to keep talking to him by leaving voicemails for him. but only on one condition, he doesn’t get to talk back.

DAY 5. SNORES.

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1:11 A.M.

I’m so sorry I’m sending this so late… I don’t expect you to listen to this at this time but, if you are, get your ass to sleep. Anyway, Yawns. I finished studying for the exams, and I really didn’t mean to send this voicemail so late but…

You hesitate to continue your statement. His phone was next to his head on his bed as he listened to your voicemail. Your voice was raspy and low, the boy on the other side of the phone could hear you trying as much as you can to not fall asleep.

I would've sent this earlier if it wasn't for... this one person... Umm...

Riki didn't know if you were pausing because you were tired or because you didn't want to tell him. Whatever it was, it sure had him on edge. The mention of another person keeping you up made him feel uneasy; maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was sadness.

They asked me to go out with them after graduation, and I thought about it for like an hour before continuing to study. But, oh my God, I couldn't concentrate.

Your complaints were muffled, which hinted to the boy that you were dragging your hands down your face due to the stress. This reminded him of the times when you both were still unknowingly pinning for each other and you would Facetime him every night. You would tell him everything from your daily plans to your late-night thoughts. He learned the most of you through those Facetime calls. Your habits, your pet peeves, your likes... This is what helps him figure out how you feel through these voicemails. He found it crazy — going from daily Facetime calls to the bittersweet voicemails —.

Riki couldn't help but feel a sense of jealousy and possessiveness over you because of his past with you. He hated the fact that he couldn't make you happy, but another person. But, who wouldn't fall for you? Riki understands the other person. You were the sweetest most beautiful person Riki has ever met.

I have not answered them yet... I feel… Yawns. Bad. I didn't leave them on read so they might think I'm... studying...or... sleep. You were dozing off.

He let out a low laugh, as he too was dozing off to the sound of your voice. Just like before.

I-... fuck... I'm falling as...sleep... Goodnight, Riki. I love... you...

Your snores filled his room as his breathing matched yours. It was like all of this never happened and you were sleeping next to him. Soon, your snores mixed with his, just like in the old times. Nostalgia is what Riki felt at the moment. He felt a weight, that he didn't know was there before, lift off his body. It was relief what he felt — like a breath, he didn't know he was holding, finally leaving his body. The three simple words that he would do anything to hear from you again, you finally said it. The war in his mind stopped with a simple phrase from you. He would do anything just for you to hear what he had to say.

"I love you too."

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ukulelevillainwrites · 8 months

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who follows the rules anyway?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

pairing : anthony lockwood x reader

word count : 4.6k

content : tw there's some negative self talk and a panic attack in this chapter, other than that you get a bandaging wounds scene ;), there's banter, hurt/comfort and the intrigue gets a bit more set up

tag : @cassiopeiia24 🩷

She didn’t have time to touch the floor, two arms were already holding her up, unfortunately pressing down on her wound. The sudden pain jolted her awake. She pushed him away and settled on the bench in the hall.

“Look, you’re gonna have to put aside the fight we had for a minute and explain what is going on.” Lockwood said in a deep voice. He looked like he had just woken up but he showed nothing of it. It was like he was mustering all the authority he was capable of.

She looked up at him and was surprised to see him genuinely worried. His eyes looked concerned and his arms were crossed tightly across his chest like he was trying to find some comfort.

“Seriously what happened to you? Where were you y/n? We were worried like crazy when we came home and you weren’t there!”

She raised her right hand to stop him from asking more questions.

“My left arm is hurt, I need help taking care of it. The rest can wait.” She tried to sound as in control as she could. She didn’t want to appear scared, not in front of him.

“Okay…” he said taken aback. “We have a first aid kit in the kitchen.”

He helped her up, offering his hand and holding her as they went down the stairs to keep her from falling. He could be very gentle when he wanted to. He led her into the kitchen and pulled out a chair.

“Sit down I’ll get the kit.”

As he turned to look through a cupboard, she stood up again so she could take off her jacket.

“You really can’t listen do directions, can you?” He had a stern voice but he couldn’t help his mouth curving upwards.

“I follow directions very well, just not when they come from you.” She had a weak smile on her face. Exhaustion started to settle in and her eyes had a hard time staying open.

“I just need to take off my sweater to put the bandage on.”

He immediately turned around.

“You don’t need to. Actually, I kind of need your help… My arm is killing me.”

“Oh… s-sure.”

He slowly walked over to her and stopped abruptly not knowing what to do next. She took off her sleeves carefully as he stood awkwardly next to her. She started pulling the sweater over her head when she cried out in pain again. That made him jump to her rescue, he started pulling it off as carefully as he could to help her out. Instead, he pulled her hair too.

“It’s like you’re doing it on purpose!”

“I’m just trying to help! I can always go back to bed and let you take care of everything yourself.” He said this but didn’t mean it one bit since he was already pressing gauze on her wound to stop the bleeding. His tone wasn’t the one he used earlier this evening. It was lighter, even playful, like he was teasing her and they were the best of friends. It was a nice change. She hadn’t forgiven him though. But for now she was too tired and hurt to care. She sat back down, now only wearing a tank top, and slouched into the chair, keeping her arm up where Lockwood held the gauze.

“No, stay. Please.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. What did you just say?” He really was messing with her now.

“You heard me just fine and don’t make me beg for your help when I’m in pain.”

He laughed as he went to get the disinfectant and the bandages he had left sitting next to the kettle.

“But it’s such a pleasant change from ‘I don’t need your help’ and ‘I can control everything’. At least let me enjoy it.” He did a terrible impression of her but it still made her chuckle. It cheered up her anxiety-filled night.

“So you do remember that night.”

“I remember it very well actually.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

She looked down. She didn’t know where she stood anymore. He was being nice now but he could always go back to being a jerk once she was healed. And she didn’t want to let him off the hook that easily.

“What if we forgot the whole thing?” Lockwood asked, breaking the silence.

“Will you admit that you ruined that case for me?”

“You’re incorrigible.” He said with a laugh. “Though, if it makes things better, I just wanted to humiliate Kipps, I never meant to hurt you.”

“You’ll have to tell me what the deal is with you two.”

“Maybe some other time, when you’re not bleeding out in my kitchen.”

He had the biggest smile she had seen in the last two days.

“Are you actually relishing the wound I have in my arm?” She didn’t know if they were bonding or if he was being a jerk again. But his laugh seemed genuine and echoed the relief he seemed to feel knowing she was alright.

He gently turned her arm to take a look at the cut she had. His face turned more serious as he disinfected the cut.

“So, what happened tonight?”

“Relic-men. I surprised a meet up, they chased me and threw knives at me apparently.” She said pointing at her wound. She tried to look unaffected, but saying it aloud reminded her of the panic she had felt just an hour ago. Lockwood stopped taking care of the cut to place a consoling hand on her shoulder.

“George was right. Dufour is selling sources to relic-men. I saw her tonight.” y/n admitted, defeated. She leaned her head on his hand for a moment, not realizing he was more tense than a minute ago. Thinking that she lost her job because of this horrible woman made her seek comfort.

“Rule number two is to never doubt George’s instinct.” He casually told her.

“What about rule number one and never doing what he does?” She chuckled. “Seems contradictory…”

“Well, it’s not like we play by the rules anyway.” He said with a wink. He removed his hand to grab the bandages and she immediately missed the warmth of it on her shoulder. She hated that.

He finished bandaging her wound, his touch soft on her skin. He wasn’t the best at this, but at least she wouldn’t bleed out. He offered her tea once she had put her sweater back on. She was too exhausted from the chase and desperately wanted to go to bed.

“I’ll help you get upstairs. I wouldn’t want you to get a head injury on top of your cut.”

They progressed slowly up the narrow staircase, her arm hurting every now and then, but the pain was already becoming more bearable. They awkwardly climbed step by step in silence all the way to the attic. He let go of her waist as they reached the door to her bedroom. She went to open the door.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier…”

She looked at him, surprised that he wasn’t too proud to apologize. She slowly nodded with a thin smile. He turned to go back to his room.

“Lockwood, wait.”

He turned back around.

“Thank you. For tonight, and for letting me stay here. And for helping me even though I was so rude to you.”

He smiled politely.

“And also thank you for-”

“y/n, all that matters is that you’re safe. Now you should get some rest.” She smiled back at him, grateful for his behavior tonight.

“But if there’s more you can always thank me again tomorrow. I love starting the day getting praised.”

Of course he had to get back into character now. She rolled her eyes.

“You do owe me a lot. I’ll make sure to remind you that constantly.” He was beaming with joy.

“I hate you.” She tried to sound serious, but she was too tired to keep her mouth from smiling.

“Good night, y/n.”

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The first rays of sunshine started to glow through her window. The light blinded her awake, but five more minutes of rest wouldn’t hurt. She turned to face the wall, hugging her pillow closer, and slowly drifted back to sleep. But as her consciousness was slipping away, she heard footsteps in the stairs leading to her attic room. It startled her awake. Maybe Lockwood or George needed her for something. Maybe it was far later than she had realized. She reluctantly sat in her bed and struggled to open her eyes. To her surprise, the girl she had already seen in a dream was standing at the foot of her bed. This seemed unnecessarily threatening. She pulled her blanket closer, as if it offered some kind of protection. “Keep looking.”

She gasped and stood up straight in her bed, alone and greeted by the first lights of early morning. She had never seen the same person twice in her dreams. And the tone was getting ominous. Who was this girl and why was she supposed to look for her? And why couldn’t she say more than two words? An explanation would have been welcome. An eerie feeling started to creep up on her. The sudden movement had awoken the pain in her arm and the memories of the night before came crushing back. It was too much to deal with this early in the morning.

She went downstairs in the kitchen, she might as well start her day now. She was careful not to make any noise to avoid waking up the boys so early, especially Lockwood who had been up with her long past midnight. But she couldn’t avoid the creaky step in the last flight of stairs. She winced and made a mental note to watch that step specifically. She went in the kitchen and closed the door quietly behind her.

“Good morning.”

She jumped at the voice behind her. She turned around to see George sipping tea. Though it didn’t look like he had been up for very long. His hair was even more a mess than usual, his eyes were only half open and he wasn’t wearing any trousers. It actually made her more comfortable standing there only in a t shirt and shorts.

“I didn’t expect you to be up so early.”

“Don’t get used to it I usually wake up way later.” He poured her a cup without asking. As he handed it to her he noticed the bandage on her arm.

“What happened?”

“It’s a long story.” She warned him, preparing to tell him all about Dufour’s dealings.

“Oh, please no long stories this early.”

“If I had to listen to you talk about a case until 1 in the morning you’re going to hear what I have to say now.”

He sighed before taking a sip. “Fine.”

“You were right about Dufour.”

His eyes seemed to come to life at those words. He took another sit and pulled up a chair for her next to him.

“Tell me more.”

She had just finished telling George about everything that happened last night when Lockwood stepped into the kitchen, already dressed and ready for the day.

“I was right about that devious supervisor!” George told him, all triumphant.

Lockwood went to pour himself a cup of tea. As he took the teapot he hesitated and turned to y/n.

“You didn’t make this, right?” He said with a sleepy smile.

She rolled her eyes as she reassured him that she hadn’t touched it.

“I can’t believe I was right.” Repeated George, still in disbelief.

“I’d never bet against you on this type of thing.” Lockwood answered.

“Sure, but if I’m right about something like this who knows what else I could be right about?” he told Lockwood with a wink.

Lockwood immediately changed the subject and asked what the plan was for the Hopkins Street case. Was work the only thing he could think about?

They couldn’t finish the job the night before with her gone. The boys agreed on calling the client back to explain the situation and see if it was possible to come back tonight.

“y/n, obviously you’re coming with us to back us up tonight.” Lockwood said as he went to fetch the phone.

“On one condition.”

He stopped to stare at her. He almost looked worried.

“You let me do my job.”

He sighed. “Only if you promise to be careful with your arm. No need to get any more injured.”

“Deal.” She said with a satisfied smile on her face.

They arrived back at their client’s house a little before sundown. Luckily for them the house was vacant since their client was absent this week. Still, it wasn’t a reason to linger any longer. They wanted to get this over with as fast as possible, especially since the reports of strange activity weren’t very impressive. All their client could tell them was that he felt a presence late at night and that for the past two weeks the house had a bad energy. With only this description it was hard to draw any conclusions. George had done extensive research on the house, as usual, but he didn’t find anything conclusive either. There weren’t any violent deaths that were reported in the house or any sort of traumatic event worth reporting. They were going in almost blind, the only useful information they had being the drop in temperature they had noted the night before.

They started in this room, checking for any form of activity, Lockwood using his Sight, y/n finally using her Touch. She picked up the figurine that had caught her attention yesterday and immediately had images flashing before her eyes. She saw a child playing with it, giggles filling her ears. A woman entered the room and y/n was suddenly overwhelmed with frustration, the sharp emotion overpowering the sweet innocence she had felt only a few seconds ago. The woman picked up the figurine to put it back on the shelf.

She opened her eyes to ask George if their client was married and had any kids. Apparently not, then who was the woman?

“This house is pretty old, it’s probably a family home that’s been passed down.” George said.

“Could be his mother then. A memory from his childhood?” Lockwood asked her.

“Yes, that could be it. But I still don’t know what the source could be.”

“Keep looking.”

His words triggered a flashback of the dream she had, the girl’s face flashing in her mind for less than a second.

“You’re doing great.” He told her with a thin smile.

She smiled back, pushing the memory of her dream in a corner of her mind. It could wait, for now she wanted to focus on the case and make up for last night. What in the room could be linked to their client’s childhood? It was a library, so it didn’t have the usual childhood memories like old toys or clothes. The books that filled the shelves weren’t meant for children and couldn’t be bedtime stories. The only family items were the framed photographs settled on the mantel. y/n went to pick one up, it was a picture of the woman she had seen. She was standing next to a man, probably her husband, and between them was the little boy from her vision. But the moment she lifted the frame she dropped it, her hand burning from how cold the object was. The good news was that she had found the source. The bad news was that dropping it had awakened the ghost. And clearly it wasn’t a harmless type one at all.

She had just the time to back away and warn the boys before the spectre lunged to try and attack them. They were safe for now in their iron circle, but the source was outside and they needed to retrieve it in order to go home. The problem was that the spirit grew angrier when it felt the force of the iron chain. It was now pacing around the circle, waiting for them to step out.

“Well, what do we do now?” George asked.

“Easy. Go grab the source, I’ll distract it. y/n, stay here.”

Before she could protest, Lockwood was already stepping out of the circle, tempting the spectre to keep its attention away from George. He was being just as unreasonable as he had been the night they met. George better be quick to avoid the worst. He hurried to the opposite side of the room, reaching for the frame. He was so focused on the source that he didn’t see that the corner of the carpet was out of place. He tripped and lost precious seconds. It was enough for the spirit to send a powerful pulse of energy that knocked Lockwood into a bookshelf. His right arm met the shelf first, making him lower his rapier. y/n jumped out of the chain circle and put herself between him and the spectre just in time. She slashed through the ghost. It weakened it just enough to give George time to cover the photograph with a silver net. They all took a breath when they realized they were out of danger. For a second she wanted to thank the relic man for cutting her left arm and not her right. She rushed to see if Lockwood was alright. She lent him a hand to help him up. He winced as he got up.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Yeah… My arm is just a little sore from the shock that’s all.” He put his smile back on, like a mask to hide what he was really feeling. “Your posture was a little off just then, and you would have been more efficient if you had-”

“A simple thank you would have sufficed, you know?” She was irritated that the first thing he did was criticize her once more, but she couldn’t resist quoting him back to him.

There was a silence. During those few seconds his smile grew softer and his eyes looked for hers.

“Thank you.” He said gently.

She smiled as she nodded. They held each other’s gaze for a second too long. She hadn’t realized she had gotten lost in the depth of his dark eyes when George interrupted her reverie.

“We should take this to the furnaces before going home.” He said as he started packing up their bags.

She cleared her throat and helped him carry them out of the room, hoping the night was dark enough to cover the redness of her cheeks.

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She hadn’t been to the furnaces that often. Usually, Kipps took care of it and he used to send her and Bobby home early. And before that it was the supervisors who oversaw it most of the time. At least in the teams she had been a part of. She had forgotten the peculiar smell coming from the working ovens, and how the light there painted everything in a greenish fluorescent color. At night with no daylight coming through the windows everyone there looked like they were sick. She couldn’t wait to get out and get some fresh air. They arrived at the reception desk to register the source in the records. A red-haired girl greeted them.

“Hey, George! What’ve you got for us tonight?”

“Nothing very exciting, just a picture frame…”

They seemed to know each other well and got to talking. But y/n was distracted by a familiar group of Fittes agents coming their way.

“Tony, what a pleasant surprise!” Said a familiar voice.

Lockwood turned around abruptly and winced at the pain in his arm when he put his hand on the hilt of his rapier.

“Oh, did someone get injured?”

Lockwood tried to dismiss him. He clearly wasn’t in the mood to have this kind of conversation tonight. Kipps ignored him.

“You should watch those reckless habits of yours. At this rate your agency will run into the ground before its third month. It would be too bad since you’re the last hope of so many Fittes’ rejects.”

y/n had been avoiding eye contact ever since she heard his voice, but those few words made her turn around. Kipps had his eyes set on George who was still talking to the girl at the reception, then focused back on Lockwood. Her ex-team leader didn’t pay her any attention, like he hadn’t noticed she was standing there. She looked at the team standing behind him. Bobby wasn’t there, instead Kipps was joined by a tall brown-haired guy and a girl about his size with black hair tied neatly into a ponytail. She was relieved El wasn’t standing there judging her but the thought of them showing up to add another judgmental comment was too much to bear. She left in a hurry, walking briskly down the hall. She thought she heard her name being called from afar but all she wanted to do was get out of there.

She had a hard time adjusting to the night after the neon lights from the furnaces. She didn’t wait for her eyes to get used to the dark and started walking back to Portland Row. The walls were caving in on her chest, her lungs had shrunk. She had only been walking for five minutes when her knees buckled. She was shaking and struggling to breath. She was also getting really tired of being in this state again. What was it, like the third time in four days? She mustered the remaining strength she had to hail a night cab passing by. In the backseat, she tried her best to look normal, but anxiety was choking her. Tears burned her eyes. She was so focused on staying quiet she didn’t realize they were already there.

She pushed open the iron gate and climbed the familiar steps only to realize that she was locked out. Again. She tried to hold it together until she was inside and bent down to retrieve her hooks, but as soon as her knee touched the floor she collapsed and couldn’t stop the spiral that followed. Crouched in the doorway, she felt like she was suffocating. Tears were running down her face. Her nose was runny and she inhaled hoarsely through her mouth like air was running out. Her mind was racing, a thousand thoughts crossing her mind every second. She was a Fittes’ reject. That was her reputation now. Any potential employer in this field would only see that. It didn’t matter that she was talented, that would fade away soon enough. Saying she worked great under pressure would be a huge joke given her reaction now. She was just doing it for the attention anyway. To have someone care, pity her, reassure her that she didn’t do anything wrong. But she deserved all of this, she brought it all on herself. She was weak and easily influenced. She hadn’t been too bright and now she was a screw-up with no future. The harsh reality hit her like a train. Her career was over before it could even start and there was nothing she could do about it.

Desperation settled in. Her mind went blank. The voice in her head had gone silent for an instant. A shiver made her realize she was still outside. She picked the lock, got inside, grabbed a box of tissues from the living room and sat on the floor of the library in front of the fireplace. She felt so pathetic. She was pathetic. She blew her nose and dried her tears before lifting her head and noticing the ghost jar she had seen George with sitting in a pile of ashes. The skull inside frowned before making a horrible face at her. Great, one more person mocking her.

“Shut up.” She mumbled as she covered it with tissues.

She sat in the dark in silence, her anxiety clenching her stomach. She was staring into space when she heard the door open. The lights turned on and she heard Lockwood call her name. She tried to tell him she was in the library, but her voice caught in her throat. Tears filled her eyes once more. She hated the thought of Lockwood seeing her like this. Before she could think about moving to go anywhere else, she heard the relief in his voice as he said

“y/n, there you are! Are you okay?”

He sat down, his knew colliding with hers as he settled next to her. She avoided his gaze, ashamed.

“You shouldn’t listen to Kipps. He’s an idiot.”

“No… He’s right… I’m such a failure.” She admitted, defeated. A few more tears choked her again.

“I won’t let you say abominations like ‘Quill Kipps is right’ under my roof.” He said with a laugh as he draped his left arm over her shoulder. He brought her closer, resting her head on his shoulder. “And I can’t let you say that about yourself. You’re an amazing agent, y/n. I’ve always thought so.” He said in a gentle voice, that last part barely above a whisper.

“I threw my whole career away.” She sobbed. “I have no future.”

“Yes, you do.” He paused. “With us.” He said quietly.

Her breath caught. She looked up at him frowning, tears still filling her eyes.

“George and I already discussed hiring someone else now that we’ve set up the business. We could cover more interesting cases that would bring more publicity. Really you’d be doing us a favor.”

“That’s way too generous. Can you really do that?”

“It’s my company, I can do what I want. And you owe me, remember?” He gently nudged her with his elbow.

“Lockwood, I… I don’t know what to say…”

“Don’t worry. It’s a simple exchange of services. You help us take on larger cases, I help you out back. You also saved my life.” He added with a laugh. “So, call us even.” He kissed the top of her head before resting his chin in her hair.

She didn’t know how long they stayed like this. His steady breathing grounded her. Slowly, the dark thoughts that clouded her mind lifted. She suddenly realized how close they were. What was she doing? Just three days ago she hated this guy. She felt self-conscious all of a sudden and straightened up, feigning reaching for a tissue.

“Technically, I saved your life twice.”

“She’s back!” He grinned proudly.

A discreet smile lit up her face.

“So how did you get in, exactly?” He crossed his arms.

She settled back next to him, her back against the sofa, and reached into her sock. He scoffed at the sight of her lock picking tools.

“Should I be scared?”

“It’s just a trick my dad taught me.” She assured him with a delighted look on her face. “It’s actually very useful.”

“Remind me to put better locks on the doors.”

“Fine, I like a challenge.” She winked.

His eyes hadn’t left hers, and she felt the same pull she had a few hours earlier. The intensity of his stare lit up every time he laughed, making the brown of his irises even warmer. She felt hypnotized, her self-consciousness gone and forgotten. She could have stayed there all night.

The front door slammed.

“Could you at least tell me when you go home? I looked for you everywhere at the furnaces!”

y/n jumped at the noise and stood up abruptly.

“I’m sorry George, it’s my fault. I tend to run away when things get difficult…” She apologized.

“Kipps was being a jerk, I should have warned you I was going after her.” Lockwood added.

“Well, you really missed out. Norrie told me that strange things have been going on for the past two weeks.”

“Norrie?” She asked.

“The girl at the furnaces. Apparently sources have gone missing, ovens get turned on late, records keep disappearing…”

“Maybe management isn’t up to the task.”

“Maybe, but I think it’s connected to Dufour.”

#lockwood and co fic #ukuwrites #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x y/n #who follows the rules anyway #save lockwood & co #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood #george karim #quill kipps

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lilredniki · 9 months

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No way in hell

Prompt: No way in hell

Character: Jason Todd

Jason looked at Bruce with a glare.

“Jason, you know I wouldn’t do this unless I had no other options.”

“But why her?!”

“Jay-bird, it’s okay.” (Y/n) said trying to calm him down.

“No it’s not! I just got you back and now he wants to use you to lure that jackass and crazy bitch out!”

“I know it’s not ideal. I just got away from them a few years ago but if I can help in anyway I will. You know that.”

“I know but...”

(Y/n) looked into his eyes. “Jason, let me help catch the basturd that killed you.”

“Fine but the minute I sense you’re in danger, I pull you out.”

“Deal.”

Jason ran to the last place they saw (Y/n).

“Anybody got eyes on her?”

‘We are trying Jay.’

“They couldn’t have gotten far.”

“Oh screw you Dick! I bet you were the one to suggest using her like this!”

They turned the corner and saw (Y/n) standing over Joker with a metal pipe in her hand.

“Holy...” Dick started.

“Shit!” Jason yelled running over to her.

She turned and smiled at him.

“He’s real sorry for what he did to ya babe.”

“Damn it! This is why I said no.”

Dick walked up to Jason.

“I didn’t suggets it. (Y/n) did.”

“Jay-bird, did I do something wrong?”

“No baby. We need to get back to the cave and talk to Bruce.”

“(Y/n) can you tell me what happened?”

“He threatened my family so I hurt him.”

“(Y/n), we don’t hurt them. We bring them in.”

“Oh, I’m sorry/”

“It’s okay. With some more training...”

Jason growled. “No way in hell.”

“Why not Jason?” Bruce asked.

“Because I’m not going to let her loose herself again.”

They all looked at him.

“I had to take her to a shrink after what Joker and Harley did to her.”

“That’s why you and Dick agreed for once.”

Jason nodded.

“Dick would help me get her there when I couldn’t.” He sighed. “Sorry about how I acted earlier Dick.”

“No problem Jason. I know you were worried.”

Jason walked over to (Y/n)’s side and helped her up.

“I’m taking her home.”

“Okay. Do you want me to follow you?”

“Sure Dick. And Bruce, never again.”

#batman #jason todd #jason todd x reader #x reader #red hood

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hey ml, how are you? 🫶🏻 thought i’d request something if that’s okay?

(i’ve been listening to this song and it gave me a wicked idea)

OT8 skz x 9th Fem!member reader where she argues with the boys and they all ignore her for a while which causes her to get into her head and she starts going a bit crazy? She is filming her solo MV as apart of SKZ-REPLAY and lets all of her crazy/psychotic thoughts out. The boys are told to come into jyp to talk about readers MV (which the boys hadn’t seen yet) and they all sit in shock whilst watching you go on a psychotic breakdown with the most sinister grin on your face?

Hello love ❤️ I really, really like the idea and I will definitely write it. Also I love the song! But please be patience because I have my finals so I’ll probably start writing again after I pass everything.

I’ll tag you anyway.

Kisses 😘

Hello love, As promised I wrote this idea and I hope that you would enjoy reading it. I'm so sorry that you had to wait for such a long time :C but the last week of January when I had my finals was so hard and exhausting that actually I needed to rest from everything. But thankfully I passed everything and now, being on my winter break, I can write more :D.

Anyway, here's the story I really hope you'll like it. Please enjoy and have fun reading it. ❤️

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Title: Happy Face

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2061

Warnings: swearing, mention of mental breakdown, Lee Know is kinda harsh on Y/N

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“...And I guess, they’ll never listen, ya know? Because I’m a girl.” Was the last thing you said before smiling creepily into the camera and tilting your head to the side. “But let me tell y'all a secret…” You said whispering. “I don’t need them anymore. Not at all.” You started laughing hysterically. There was something in your voice that made everyone, who was watching your live, shiver. Something’s changed. The switch had been switched and there was no way back.

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“Ya! Y/N! Stop acting like a fucking child!” Changbin screamed as you ran before him, trampling over his music sheets. “I’m working, don’t you see?!”

“I’m sorry Binnie! I’m just late and…” You started to explain yourself.

“I don’t fucking care!” He scoffed. He didn’t like being interrupted in his work and you knew that. Everybody knew. You sighed heavily.

“I said I’m sorry…” You said with a pout on your face and just left the room. Living with eight men in a dorm as a ninth member was sometimes hard. Especially before the upcoming comeback, when everyone was busy and stressed out. The season was just hectic.

You arrived at the practice a little bit late. You entered the practice room, being welcomed by a disappointed view of coldfaced Lee Minho. “You are late.” He said harshly. “Why are you always late?!” His voice raised a little, which made you squirm.

“I’m sorry… I got stuck in traffic and…” You started but he didn’t want to listen.

“I don’t care, Y/N. You should have left earlier then. We were waiting for you for almost 20 minutes! We don’t have this room reserved for long!” Minho was angry.

“I’m so…” You started but again was interrupted by someone.

“Okay, no need to actually fight… let’s start the practice again, all right?” Felix said softly and looked at you with a slight smile. “You remember the routine?”

“Y-yes, I remember.” You answered.

“Good.” Said Hyunin and turned on the music. “Let’s begin then.”

The practice was good, but the tension between you and Lee Know was strong. You couldn’t understand what got into him. You did your best and gave more than 100%. You were a perfectionist so you always tried to be better and better.

Dancing with the danceracha was most of the time fun. But this time you couldn’t enjoy it as much as you would like to. Minho was harsh and pointed out each mistake that you made or at least the mistake that he thought you made.

You were tired. You didn’t know what actually was happening with your body. You couldn’t stay straight most of the time. Your muscles ached and you felt a little dizzy. Your body didn’t want to cooperate with you at all.

“Minho, I need a break.” You stopped the routine in the middle, panting heavily. “I really have no strength and my body is…”

“I don’t care Y/N, you said that you remember everything. Just focus and dance again.” He said, rolling his eyes, creally annoyed. “You need to master these movements.”

“No.” You said looking at him. “I will not dance again now, I need a break. I’m tired.”

“Let me repeat it, Y/N. No one cares that you are tired. We all are! You are messing up the whole choreography. I’m not going to change the routine again, just because you can't focus.”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I am tired and my body can’t dance properly.” You rolled your eyes, snapping at him. “Maybe if you weren’t a douchebag you are right now and let me take a break just for ten minutes as you did with Hyunjin and Felix I’ll be in better condition to dance once again. I told you, my body…”

“Maybe if you practised more you wouldn’t be as tired as you are right now?” He raised an eyebrow. “Instead of spending time gossiping around you should come here and practise often!”

“First of all I don’t gossip! And second of all it’s none of your business what I do in my fr…” You couldn’t finish the sentence since Hyunjin interrupted you.

“Y/N, just listen to the hyung. He’s right. You are messing up the choreography. And we are as tired as you are of repeating it all over again . You need to focus.”

“I am focused! And stop interrupting me!” You raised your voice annoyed that Hyunjin is taking Minho’s side. “You both think that I don’t do anything?! I am trying to be as good as you guys are!”

“Then try harder!” Minho shouted. “It’s not the first time you are messing something up! You are always messing things up! You think being an idol is supposed to be a light job? It’s not a playground Y/N! We are all tired of you and your constant excuses and being fucking tired. If it’s too much then… ”

“I don’t have any excuses! What the fuck you are talking about Minho?!” You were pissed. “I get that everyone is stressed out because of the comeback but don’t yell at me just because you are ruthless fucking douchebag, who thinks that by being mean…”

“Call me a douchebag once again and I swear I’ll…” He started but you interrupted him.

“You’ll do what, hm? Hit me?” You looked at him provocatively and Minho clenched his fits.

“Okay, Allright.” Someone entered the danceroom. “Calm down everybody. Calm down. What’s all this fuss about?” It was Chan, who looked at you and Minho, seeking the explanation. Behind him the rest of the Stray Kids entered the room and looked at the two of you. “Why are you fighting? Everyone in the building can hear you.”

“Apparently Y/N is once again tired of actually doing nothing.” Minho said venomously. “She doesn’t want to focus and I had to change the choreography too many times and…”

“Apparently Minho is treating me worse than he treats others.” You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. “He doesn’t let me take a break while Hyunjin and Felix rested all the time!”

“Hey! That’s not true!” Felix and Hyunjin said at the same time.

“Y/N I told you that you are messing the choreography up and…” Minho started once again.

“And I fucking told you that I’m tired, okay?! Why is no one listening? I have no strength recently and…” You interrupted him. You could feel the tears that formed in your eyes, both because you were pissed and just sad.

“And that’s enough, watch your tongue Y/N.” Chan said firmly, sighing heavily. He didn’t let you finish your sentence. “Y/N, I heard from the boys that the only thing you've been doing recently is complaining. And I actually observed it by myself. If you need a longer break, we can talk with the managers about the hiatus and…” he looked straight into your eyes.

“But I don’t want to go on a hiatus! What are you even talking about right now? Why is no one listening? You know what? I’m done for today.” You said, feeling like you were going to cry. You literally felt betrayed but all of the boys. “I need some time alone, ya know? I am done with all of you.” You grabbed your belongings and left the practice room, leaving all the eight men behind you. Nobody even tried to stop you.

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A few hours have passed. You took a break and spent some alone time outside the building. You had time to rethink and calm yourself down. Maybe they were right at some point, but at the same time they didn’t listen to what you were going to say. It felt like you were just some kind of burden for them or they were annoyed with you with no further reason.

After a long while you decided to come back to the JYPE building once again. It was really late and you were sure that no one was even there. You went straight into the danceroom, where you were going to practise. In the upcoming comeback, you not only had the performance with the danceracha but also had your solo song and MV as a part of SKZ-REPLAY. And at this point Minho was right. You had to master everything.

You took off the hoodie you were wearing and put on the music. The routines weren’t that hard as you thought before. After some time of practising you, being content with the results of your hard work, decided to talk to somebody and share your thoughts. You were still upset with the boys so instead of calling them or your manager, you decided to make an Instagram live. The only people that you could rely on right now were your fans.

“Hello guys, this is Y/N from Stray Kids.” You greeted your fans with a bright smile on your face. “How are ya?” You asked them and started reading some comments. “Am I in the practice room? Yeah, I’ve been mastering the movements for the new comeback… Uhm.. No, no I’m here by myself.”

The fans started asking you questions about the comeback, the track and the boys and you tried to answer most of them with a big smile on your face. But it didn’t feel real. After a few more questions your smile started to drop. You didn’t want to show your fans emotions you were actually hiding all day, but eventually the bubble just burst.

“Y/N is everything all right?” You’ve read out loud as the fans started asking you more serious questions. “Actually… no. Nothing is okay, ya know? I’m tired of being in this band. No, I am fucking exhausted! Don’t get me wrong, the guys…” You started and suddenly smirked looking straight into the camera. “Or you know what? Fuck it. Get me all wrong!” You laughed a little. “Maybe if I say what I’ve been trying to say recently, you’ll actually listen. Because believe it or not, there are people who don’t listen.” You let out the little giggle. But it wasn’t a happy giggle. You were trying so hard not to show the emotions that culminated in your body, that now you couldn't even pretend.

Your fans started to be more concerned about your mental state. The people who were watching you at that moment were just scared. You didn’t act normal. You smiled at the camera, but there was something in your smile that no one could even name.

“I’m happy! I’m happy! I’m happy today!... Hey! Put on a happy face!” You sang and started laughing. And your laugh was echoing in the empty room. Everyone who was watching your live was scared. But you didn’t care. The comments have stopped. No one dared to say anything. People were just looking at you but they didn’t know what to do.

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At the same time that you were having a mental breakdown in front of thousands of people on the Internet, eight men sat in your dormitory, accompanied by managers, and watched you silently. They were either horrified or concerned, or both at the same time. Mixed emotions consumed them.

They were sure that they were the cause of your breakdown. Recently, they haven’t been very understanding. They didn’t want to listen to your silent cry for help. They were too focused on themselves that they didn’t see that you also had been experiencing a hard time. The instant remorse immediately seized them.

“...And I guess, they’ll never listen, ya know? Because I’m a girl.” Was the last thing you said before smiling creepily into the camera and tilting your head to the side. “But let me tell y'all a secret…” You said whispering. “I don’t need them anymore. Not at all.” You started laughing again, but this time you laughed hysterically. There was something in your voice that made everyone, who was watching your live, shiver. Something’s changed. The switch had been switched and there was no way back.

It was the only thing you added before you truly switched. They looked at your live with horror in their eyes.

“Hyung… We have fucked things up. We all did.” It was I.N. who dared to speak, breaking the heavy silence. And those words will stay with them for a really long time.

@ihrtlix

#stray kids #skz #skz fanfic #skz reaction #stray kids reaction #skz imagines #skz reactions brakdown #skz scenarios #skz story #short story #stray kids short story #stray kids fanfic #stray kids reactions #stray kids angst #stray kids sad story

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Heyyyy! I love your writing so much, the aesthetics are just *chef’s kiss* <3

I was wondering if you could do Isaac and listener going to some kind of formal event (maybe Azriel invites them or something)! Idk, I just think it’d be interesting to see Isaac’s reaction to his lover in a fancy outfit 🤭

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋 ꨄ 𝘐𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘤

˜”* ❝𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡.❞

⎯⎯ ୨ ୧ ⎯⎯

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ɪꜱᴀᴀᴄ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ

⎯୨⎯ " " ⎯୧⎯

You were getting ready for an event Isaac was dragging you to. He said you were both invited but you didn’t believe him.

Isaac gave you a few different outfit options and left you to decide. You went for a red and black theme, it was just a no-brainer.

Seeing yourself in the mirror was definitely… interesting. You hadn’t seen yourself like this in a while. Looking at yourself made you feel more confident and less anxious.

You finished getting ready and went to the living room to meet Isaac before you two would leave. Your footsteps stopped when you saw him. You guys accidentally matched…

“I’m ready!” You said, smiling and spinning so he could see your outfit.

He just kind of stood there though. It was weird.

“Isaac?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry. I just, um… You look good.”

“Aw, you think so? I think you look good too.”

His cheeks went slightly pink as he looked away for a moment. He knew saying ‘You look good’ was a major understatement but if he said what he was thinking, he’d sound crazy.

“We should head out, you got everything?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

He nodded and took your hand along with his keys. You’d be the biggest liar if you said it wasn’t the hottest thing ever but you know how to control yourself.

He went to his car and opened the door for you. The gesture was cute but you were so focused on the fact that both of you were actually leaving the house for once. As you waited for him to get in on his side, you fidgeted a little.

You saw him get in and smiled in excitement.

“You excited?”

“Well, of course.”

“I lied earlier, when I said you looked good.”

Wait what.

“You look,” He put one hand on your thigh and rubbed gently, “Stunning.”

Oh.

Oh…?

OH.

OHHHH!!!!!

You were practically screaming inside. This handsome man who happened to be your boss and also the literal STANDARD just called you stunning. HE THOUGHT YOU WERE STUNNING!!

“You think I’m stunning?”

“Y/N, you already look gorgeous when we’re at home but right now…”

Oh he had lost control.

Classy Isaac was out and this Isaac was here looking at you in a way that could make anyone fold.

It was all for you.

“We might be a little late.”

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Well.... hehehehehhehhehhahahahhhehhahhahehha

ANYWAY ... THANK U FOR REQUESTING (and ty for the compliment bae) I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD (if not I'll just make another part because this one might need it)

#zsakuva #zsakuvaxreader #asmr #isaac #isaacrhodes

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Chapter Four (Part 2)

It’s cool but crisp outdoors. We are overlooking an empty backstreet below from the balcony which is rammed with people. Jude and I find a spot near the railings, and I only when we’re there do I lament my empty handedness. I don’t drink very often anymore, but at this moment I find myself wishing for something just to hold. I tuck my hair behind my ears instead and comment; “It’s a bit quieter out here.”

“Yes.” He says, even though it isn’t by much. The noise of other people’s conversations is raucous, rising to a level whereby we still have to shout a bit. He stares out over the railing at the street with a concentrated expression as though there is something of note to be looking at. I watch at the side of his face, aware that there is something different about him too. It’s a bit indescribable, intangible. He holds it in his posture, in his facial expressions, in the slight sluggishness of his movements. He’s not acting like something wound up and ready to fly across the floor anymore, and while his fingers drum a steady beat against the railing, it feels more like an anxious tic than an expenditure of excess energy.

“I was very surprised to run into you today.” I tell him, and he tears himself away from the street to look at me. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too. I wondered if I’d see you again.” His mouth is a grim line.

“I know.” I swallow, “Look, I’m really sorry about the things I said to you that time.”

“Don’t be sorry. I think you were right when you said them.”

“I wasn’t.”

He sniffs, turns around and leans with his back to the railings. His eyes dance over my face with intrigue. “Shane said that things ended with Dean.”

“Ah. What did he say?”

“Just said it was over. I didn’t want to ask about why, you know, seeing as there are things that aren’t my business.”

“Well if he had told you why, he would have said that it was because the things you suspected about him were right. Actually, everyone was right, I was wrong.”

“Oh.” He looks sympathetic. “I’m sorry. What happened?”

“It’s not that important, he just wasn’t who I thought he was in the end.” I lean against the railing with him. We are almost touching. He smells like sea salt and warm laundry. “It’s actually a bit crazy what you’ll allow people to do to you when you believe that you deserve it.”

“Well, okay, but you didn’t deserve it.”

“You don’t actually know that I didn’t.”

“Whatever he did, whatever happened, you didn’t deserve it.”

From the angle we’re standing at it is easy to watch who is coming in and out of the bar. People filter out to chat, smoke, mill about in groups. I see a familiar pair come out and stand in the corner together.

“There’s Jen and Pamela.” I remark, if only to steer the conversation away from Dean and save myself the putrid feelings that accompany any mention of him.

“You know Pamela?”

“I just met her tonight.” I say. “Do you want to go and say hi?”

“Not really.” The two women are speaking very intensely. I can’t see Jen’s face, only Pamela’s. Her’s is harsh, rigid, the kind of face that hasn’t thanked bus drivers or smiled at a barista, but perhaps I’m being too quick to judge her.

“Good shout, whatever they’re talking about looks serious.”

“Mm.” I watch him watching them, a stiffness in his shoulders, fingers clawing at his sleeves. I recall his troubled expression earlier when I mentioned Jen outside the café. “Is everything alright with you two?”

He hesitates. “I think if you asked her you might get a better answer. I don’t know. She doesn’t talk to me a whole lot anymore.” I’m surprised. What on earth has the last year done to both of them? “Why not?”

“She’s a complicated person. It’s been weird.” Then he is reaching for his pocket and fishing out a battered packet of loose tobacco. In another pocket are skins, filters and a plastic lighter. “Do you want a cigarette?”

“I don’t really smoke.”

“Yeah me neither.” He grins. “Go on.”

“Peer pressure.” I note, but I hold my hand out anyway. I do want one.

“Hang on a sec.” He chuckles, lightly batting away my eager, wiggling fingers. “I have to make it for you.” I watch as he lays the skin out on his palm and sprinkles tobacco into the fold of it, fingers moving with a fascinating fluency, like he’s preparing some sort of delicious meal for me. He places the little filter on one end and then rolls it, sealing it by licking along the sticky edge of the paper. The sight of his tongue makes me shiver slightly.

Then he starts on his own, pausing only when he remembers to light mine, which I’ve placed expectantly between my lips. The flame warms my nose and I barely flinch away from it. I inhale, exhale a plume of white smoke. He does the same, but I note that the way he savours that thing isn’t the way that a non-smoker does. He’s drinking it down like a tall glass of water, his lids even fluttering closed for a blissful moment. His eyes are bruised with dark circles, a tell tale sign that he hasn’t been sleeping very well.

I realise what’s new about him. He’s sad.

I’ve seen Sad Jude before, but when he cried beneath the canopy of trees at the festival it was tinged with frustration, and that time at Jen’s flat he was desperate, confused. This time it’s quiet, lacking any of the intensity of before, untouched by the peaks and valleys of neuroticism. This new sadness feels more like a void, the vast, empty space left behind after something has been scooped out of him. Realising this makes my throat feel a bit tight. His eyes flit over to Jen and Pamela again, and he watches them go back inside, and then quickly steadies himself and pretends he wasn’t looking. I wonder if he knows that he’s bad at hiding his emotions.

“Tell me about college.” He says suddenly, eyes so intense that I want to squirm away from them.

“Oh. Well, college is boring, we don’t have to talk about it.”

“No, I’d like to know.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

I start going on about the extra year I’ve taken, the internship and the Christmas cards and the window murals, and he nods along with interest, asking smart questions in the right places, and yet I can sense the very moment that his mind begins to drift elsewhere. His eyes glaze over, he disappears. I want to talk to him about whatever it is, to reach inside his mind and unpick the knotted threads of the things that are eating him, but I know I forfeited my access to him that day at the flat. We haven’t been friends for a year, so I can’t just act like one.

It feels like a sort of a game after a while, noticing when he’s gone into his thoughts and reeling him back to present moment with me by asking him about his year, partially hoping for some insight into what happened between him and Astrid, like, why they broke up and what made them get back together, but he stealthily steers the conversation away from her at every point. He’s slippery like that, he always has been, but I know that men like Jude never do or say anything that they don’t want to.

He talks about his degree and the excitement of his final year instead, and about the travelling he’s been doing. Since I last saw him he’s toured Japan, Australia and New Zealand, and when I ask him if he has any cute new tattoos or piercings to show for it, he simply smiles and tells me no, he decided against it this time. I want to ask him all about it because sometimes I feel like the only way I’ll get to experience these sorts of faraway places is through the stories of another person, but still, I find something is bothering me. Niggling at my psyche, so finally, I decide to broach it.

“Hey.” I say. “You know, I can’t stop feeling like I owe you a big apology.”

He blinks, “But I said it was fine.”

“I know, but I really shouldn’t have said all of those things to you when we last spoke, you know, I didn’t mean them but it doesn’t matter how I meant it. I think that I was hurtful and wrong and-”

“You don’t owe me an apology.” He stubs out his cigarette and turns his whole torso towards me. “I’m the one who should be sorry, to be honest.”

I pause. “You didn’t do anything.”

“I did.” He insists. “I’ve been an asshole consistently for my entire life, and the way I treated you was pretty terrible, and-”

“You weren’t, you haven’t-”

“-please, Evie, I know you don’t want an apology but I’m afraid you’re getting one-”

“-but, I was the one who was wrong-”

“-no there’s things I need to fix right now and-”

“There’s not much to fix.”

“It’s important to me that you let me say my piece.” His hand comes to my shoulder and warms me through the fabric of my top. I open my mouth and he quickly interrupts me. “Will you let me say it?” He looks a bit amused, if anything, atop his remorseful expression. Once he’s sure I’m not going to try and talk again he continues. His hand drops from my shoulder. “The way that I’ve handled our entire friendship has been really fucked up. I think I was stupid, and arrogant and selfish and while I’d probably have liked to say that I was trying to do right by you the whole time, really, secretly I think I was just being an impulsive idiot with no genuine concern for anybody other than myself.”

I try to say something again but a quick twitch of his hand reminds me to zip it. “I’m sorry that I led you on when we were teenagers, that I couldn’t keep my hands to myself, that I ruined things with Liam, and took him down as a way to make myself feel bigger. I’m sorry I was a shit at my going away party and that I was so weak at the end, that I avoided you after asking you to come all the way to see me.” He tugs at the front of his hair and then reflexively smooths it down again, and I notice that his index and middle fingers are stained with nicotine. “I think I had, like, somewhat legitimate reasons for all of those things in my head at the time, which must have been why it was easy to do them, but I can’t even remember what those reasons were anymore. I think even if I could, it wouldn’t matter.” A sharp intake of breath. “I’m also sorry for thinking that I’d be an acceptable friend to have after all of that, you know, that I thought I could just come back into your life after more than a year of complete silence on my part and that I wouldn’t have to explain myself. For some reason I thought that you’d be okay with that, okay with me just reappearing and avoiding the conversations we-”

“Jude.” Somebody interrupts his monologue, and we both snap around to see Michelle standing there looking more than a bit uncomfortable. “Here, sorry to butt in but I need to talk to you.”

“About?”

She gives him a meaningful look and he concedes. “Alright, give me a second.” He whirls back around to me and stares me very intensely in the face. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“Um, working. I have that window to paint.”

“You take lunch though?”

“Yeah, at one.”

“Okay.” He reaches out to quickly brush my cheek with his thumb, and then he disappears into the crowd. I stand against the balcony railings watching them slip through the door and wondering what on earth a pair of exes who split up over three years ago could possibly have to say to one another. I wonder if it’s even possible for anybody to be in love with that man and fully move on from it. Does she still feel a thread connecting them even now? I don’t know what’s happening with him, with her, with Astrid, with Jen and Pamela, but I will think about this all evening, all night, all morning and I won’t stop until I see him again tomorrow.

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