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miitarashi · 9 months

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I acctually love ur writing so much so if this idea sounds crap then u dont need to do it lol but if possible, could you do like a prompt 20 (the wee "I hate u" "I hate u too" and then they kiss thing) on the list? I've literally never heard of that one before but it sounds quite interesting; also if possible could it be a Tintin x female reader? Like, I got a wee story in my head; they r work partners but dont get along too well sometimes but it's because they are hiding feelings or something; then eventually when working on a case, that wee "I hate u" thing, happens in a room whilst there on a boat after a disagreement about something (possibly about protecting Chang but that's just the first thing that comes to my mind). If u have a story in ur head already then yours is probably better so u dont need to do this if u dont want, or if it sounds rubbish (I'm not a writer as u can probably tell lol) and ur NSFW things r acctually so good so if u want to add like... yk.. stuff between Tintin and the reader to this then feel free, no pressure tho. I'm not right in the head and idk if any of that made sense :)

DAMM THAT IS A LONG ASS BIG REQUEST-

I read every little word regardless and bro??? Not me in love with the idea?? Even more because you used the prompt list! (I forgot about it lol). Don't you worry my dear unknow person! I'm much worse in the head and undestand what you tried to say lol.

[Name] = reader (female)

Warning: i'll have to do split it in two parts. This one is more context,have mentions of killing and curse, the second will have a little bit of spicy. I'll put the warning there too. It's a long ass reading so, well,you've been warned but i hope you like it!

Prompt: "i hate you!" "I hate you too!" And make out.

There's people that look at each other and just click right away. You and Tintin did it too,in a very...very not that friendly way.

You,a newbie jornalist woman,ready to go to hell and heaven for the best history to write,and Tintin,a veteran at this point,fellow jornalist that would give you great advices for you to have a good start. That was everyone's first thought,but.

You were a bit childish and chaotic exactly because you didn't cared about what you had to do for your story,always complaining about Tintin's plans because most of them demanded time to act. You wanted now and against his words,you jump on the danger making him go right after you.

Yes, he's reckless,but you? 100% worse.

You two did click,but in a hateful way. Haddock aways tried to stop your arguments,never really did it because both of you didn't stop,wanting to always have the last word. It was hard to bear,for everyone,day by day looked more that you two grow the hate from each other.

Not that wrong,but not completely right too. Not saying that he didn't really hate you,believe me,he do. But he hate even more how much time he pass distracted looking at you, taking every little detail. The way your hair is always in a pony tail and showing a little bit of a tongue when you was thinking hard,the little smile you do at something that you writed on your article,your eyes, cute nose...lips...

And you? On the same board. You just love seeing him having a little time with Milu,his happy smile gets you everytime. The freckles on his cheeks,not even getting start with that cute topknot,blue eyes...his hands...

If someone see the real situation, would be laughing by how comic it all is. This,until you really messed up,almost costing someone's life beside yours. It's ok when is yours,you know how dangerous things can be but,other person...this is a really bad thing. The worst? It was Chang and Haddock as well,basically Tintin's family.

You two,along with Haddock had just saved Chang from kidnappers that focused on him because of some problems with the Wang family,but some of the mens was still following you all,Tintin said for you to stay with them (Chang and Haddock) to help if something goes wrong but you,like always, didn't listen and run alongside him. Just like he thought,some of the guys managed to go from the back near from where Chang and Haddock was,almost getting the both of them. Because of you.

Luckly,being close enough you two run right back knocking the guys down and going away as fast you all could,back for captains ship. It wasn't that hard to say how mad he was with you and he had all the rights for it.

"I asked for one thing [Name],didn't you see how our situation was before doing your reckless plan to just rush forward like a suicidal person?!" - he didn't raised his tone just yet,but the anger was pretty clear in each word.

"Yeah yeah,i'm sorry ok?! I thought i could-"

"Oh well,that's new,you thinking at once. Not even surprised that the only moment you stop to think end up almost getting two people killed!" - he cut you mid sentence.

This,you hated this on the most. If he's right,he use it against you without mercy. Your eyes rolled in annoyance,making him even more angry if that is possible.

"I said sorry,if you don't want it don't take it,i'll not lost time with you now"

You shrug it off,turning your back and walking away for your room. He look at Haddock and Chang for a moment,making sure both of them were ok before leaving to follow you,the discussion didn't ended yet. Haddock tried to stop him,even Chang,but your nonchalant "sorry" get under his skin to the point where both knew what was about to happen.

He didn't even knocked,just open the door looking right at you hearing you groan annoyed.

"Forgot how to knock?-"

"Don't start" - he close the door with a small thud and walk closer.

"Do you know what type of consequences your acts could have caused today? The world don't roll around you [Name]"

"I said sorry already,didn't i? What more do you want?? For me to ask for forgiviness on my knees in front of you??"

"You didn't mean your words,you just said what was necessary to dodge the conversation"

"Conversation my ass,you just come here to lash your stupid anger on me"

He open just a bit wide his eyes,seeming both surprised and confused. How you could be this dense? How you can not see that your careless actions affect people around you too?

"Stupid?? Do you undestand,that what you did almost cost the captain and Chang's life?!" - still didn't scream,but was close.

"They know how to handle-"

"Chang was hurted and Captain was in a ambush [Name]!"

Now,he screamed. You even flinched slightly by how sudden this was,you messed up. Badly.

"Explain then! How they could handle an ambush with one hurted and having only captain against armed people?! How?!"

His voice was loud. Frustration,anger even sadness was there, it's rare to see him like this but how could he not feel this way? That was a close,really close one,if you two wasn't near enough to run back to help them...

"They- they're not child for us to-"

"I TRUSTED YOU!" - it was you openning your eyes wide in surprise.

"I trusted that you would hear,at least this time,my request to stay and help them! Why you always like this?! Why you think so little about people's life?! Isn't captain your friend too?! You don't care about him?! What is wrong with you?!"

Tintin wasn't even lashing,it was a honest vent. He reach the limit with you,this was his try to maybe stop this hateful thing trusting one of the most important thing for him,but this is how you respond? He's right,but not about everything.

"What is wrong?...let's start by the fact that you always make me disappear from the view. I'm a jornalist too,but they never look at my work,only yours! Why i don't care about my life? Is to at least have a little spot since you take everything for yourself! That's way i throw myself forward,trying to get it before you or else everything was for nothing! Being journalist is my dream but you-" - you had to pause to breath,it was a lot of things,basically venting like he did.

"I don't want to be famous. Never wanted,just one time,i only want one time that my story get readed by people...i..." - you stop again,letting a deep breath.

"I know that what i did was wrong and i'm sorry,really sorry" - your tone growing more sincere and remorseful by what you did. But soon,the frustration come back - But dammit,i don't know what to do anymore! It's always you! Tintin that,Tintin this,Tintin Tintin Tintin!"

You finished with an angry groan under your breath. He could tell that at least this time your sorry was genuine,but something still linger on the back of his mind. You almost get them killed for a selfish reason. Not that the ginger-haired boy didn't see it happening. Both of you writed articles but only his was on the newspaper,of course it was unfair with you,even more because he readed and it was good,your details,explanations about the case,overal view of everything. He was still angry but...confused?

"Why is always you?!" - he snap back when you quickly turn to face him,walking closer.

"I'm a journalist too,i make articles too but is always,only about you!"

"It's...not my fault-"

"Yes it is!"

"Don't change the subject! You still risk other peoples life for a selfish reason,just because you envy me??"

Neither him knew what he was saying about exactly. Talking back by impulse,his words get you off guard. He was right again,wasn't he? Being this arrogant towards him since the first day was just...envy. You wanted be like him,be him. How embarrassing this sounds, even more than the other little thing on the back of your mind.

"I...what are you talking about? Me?? Envying you? Oh come on. Drop the attitude little man,you're only embarrassing yourself" - internally,you was making a face palm at how childish this comeback sounded.

"Embarrassing myself? You're the one acting like a little kid because of something foolish like envy. Grow up [Name]. You're only embarrassing yourself"

"You didn't- you know what?! Fuck you!" - you give a step closer looking at him still angry.

"Say what?!-" - he step forward too.

"That's it! I'm done with your shit! I said sorry already,even said more than i should. I'm tired of your baby face in front of me!"

"Said the one who don't even have a brain to think properly about her own decisions!"

Again, another step near. Every curse was right followed by a step until you two were close looking deep in each other's eyes. Your voices sounded angry, your eyes not and you both realized it. That feeling on the back of your head tingling by the proximity...

---> Part 2

#the adventures of tintin #tintin #tintin movie #tintin x reader #tintin 2011

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somepunaboutspace · 2 years

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Hey, hey dreamworks, she can look female AND have a character design that has personality

yeah yeah, beating a dead horse with this one, yet another LF redesign but I couldn't help myself. Did this more for fun and now you are forced to consume my dumb headcanons

I quite like the idea of light furies being a little water aligned so, as a sub-evolution of night furies, they gave up a lot of the physical stockiness of their darker counterparts along with some of their spikes and sharper edges for fins and a build that helps them be more nimble in water. Though they retain some of their spikes, primarily on their tail to dissuade predators from biting them there

Their camouflage has altered to mimic their primarily habitats which are sea shores and the ocean in general as their patterns resemble the water’s surface and the bottom of the sea floor. They can’t breathe underwater per‘say but like some other animals they can hold their breath for a pretty long time.

Light furies are a tad smaller than night furies and not as physically imposing but they have alarmingly sharp teeth and tend to live in fairly large packs. Surprisingly one of the dragon species that actively hunts and eats other dragons. Essentially, they are the piranhas of the dragon world and mainly corner bigger “fish” like scauldrons

for THW light fury, she very much has a cheeky daredevil attitude and doesn’t exactly shy away from brawls even if she sometimes gets her ass handed to her. She is incredibly curious and loves exploring which was put on pause for a long while when she got captured by hunters and escaped with an intense fear of humans and a horribly mangled, later cut off, leg. She had been steadily avoiding going out from the hidden world too much but eventually ventured out again which lead to her meeting with toothless

Now, unlike toothless who hasn’t seen another fury for who knows how long and was ecstatic, it wasn’t a first time for her since she had a small but present number of 7 pack mates. If anything, she was initially kinda wary of this very similar looking,smelling, sounding dragon that felt like a light fury but very much wasn’t one. Think of a humorous version of the uncanny valley but for a very a confused dragon instead. But he seemed friendly enough, goofy even and she could admire that he (at least to her knowledge) appeared to be a dragon that survived despite the very death-sentence injury that was a missing tail fin for their kind.

And then she gets scared off by hiccup etc etc

Until their later interactions in the lake, I would retcon the part that toothless didn't know jack shit about dragon dancing but he definitely was a little unequipped to do it. She mostly thought he was kinda funny but was impressed by the curious squiggles and lines he drew in the sand making pictures because she had very much not seen another one do that before and was really excited by the prospect of learning it too

again scared by the sudden appearance of these pesky humans, she initially started flying away but remembered that her new friend couldn’t exactly fly so ,to help him, despite her growing panic, opted to land in front of him and growl at what she thought was hunters, trying to appear as big as possible

until strangely enough, the night fury stopped her, trying to reassure her that the pesky, deceivingly harmless-looking humans were, not only not a danger but his... friends?

Not sure exactly how to follow from there but ya get the gist

as for how the end would be like, I’m adopting the School of dragons canon in that the dragons don’t just up and leave and the riders instead take the role of protectors for the place. The light fury is still fairly wary of humans but she has warmed up to Valka and especially Hiccup who she finds extremely fascinating because of his leg prosthetics. He even made her a prosthetic leg to try out and she was just endlessly mesmerized by it. Her relationship with toothless is very playful and chill and they sorta teach each other stuff, her about his wilder dragon side and other tricks and abilities he can try and be about the outside world that she has been away from and about all those fun, interesting quirks and skills that he has learned from and about humans

#httyd #httyd thw #httyd 3 #toothless #night fury #light fury #Light fury redesign #characterdesign #redesign #how to train your dragon #the hidden world #She could have so much more #fanart #fanmade #character art #dragon art

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Vicious

Part IX

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1574.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

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You didn't know what else to say, feeling ashamed. Who cared about your family circumstances? Definitely not Steve Rogers, a man you met just a couple of weeks ago and who knew nothing about you. Why did you say something like that in the first place?

You didn't wanna look at his face and see him feeling guilty because he didn't know how to comfort you. You didn't need to be comforted. You didn't need anything at all. It was just a simple cold, right?

Despite that, you suddenly started talking from beneath your blankets, "I have a younger brother. When he was born, we found out he was having severe asthma. His childhood was terrible, he had constantly been sick, I remember him being in and out the hospital all the time. Of course, because of his condition, my parents spent most of the time with him. He was just a little sick kid."

You hated yourself for talking, for showing something to Steve he shouldn't have known because he wasn't your friend, but you couldn't force yourself to stop.

"On the other hand, I am lucky to have good health. I didn't really got very sick, so, well, I didn't need help like my brother. So, I'm used to taking of myself. I'm a big girl, I don't need my mom to dance around me just because I have a cold."

Of course, you didn’t. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and even of Steve didn't show up, you'd be alright by yourself. You'd just take your acetaminophen, and then everything would be ok.

You kept silent, staring at the inside of the blanket and wishing Steve would just disappear, leaving you to your misery. You didn’t see his face, and you were glad you didn't. What he must think about you? That you were craving for his attention like a spoiled kid? Shit, it was so embarrassing. You were an adult, for goodness sake!

"I don't know about you, but when I had a flu sachet, it would make me fall asleep really quick. And when I was feeling sleepy, I would start thinking about the things I loved most because I hoped I would see them in a dream." Instead of feeling ever more ashamed, you listened to Steve's soft voice and thought you were lucky it was him being here with you now. "It actually worked, and I have been having my best dreams when I was asleep, sick. What are the things you love most?"

Surprised, you looked up at him and saw the most gentle expression on a face of a guy you had ever met. Why did he look at you like that? Why was there no pity on his face? Why was it making you cry like you were a ten year old kid? Before he could see anything, you hid beneath the blanket again and kept silent for a couple of moments to calm down.

"I love lemon pies my grandma used to make me, and her garden. She had tomatoes and cabbage and strawberries that smelled like summer. I loved watering them nearly every day because I thought I was a little forest witch who lived in her pretty cottage in the woods."

You didn't know why you were telling him this, but Steve has a strange effect on you. Or was it cold? You had no idea, but it didn’t really matter. All you were thinking about was the way fresh tomatoes smell when you'd leaned down to water them, and the sound of bees flying above strawberry's flowers. Your grandma was taking care of her cabbage - a very capricious guest in her garden - and you could hear her working, cursing grandpa for making the patches too wide in that funny voice of hers. Then she'd stood up, wiped the sweat with the back of her hand, and called you to come back to the cottage because if was time for dinner. You'd run to wash your hands in a barrel of water near the big apple tree when grandma didn't see, and soon you were sitting with her, eating her famous cabbage soup and then having a piece of a lemon pie because you worked so well today.

You could almost feel the taste on the tip of your tongue.

By the time you woke up, Steve was long gone: it was the middle of the night, and instead of him you saw a thermos with a still warm chicken soup on a chair, waiting for you. He sent you a message that you could call him at any time of the day - or night - and that he wanted you to have a bit more sleep to get better. After you had a few more sips of his soup, you fell asleep again, feeling warm and fuzzy.

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The weekend went fast. It was the first time in several years you spent so much time in bed. Steve kept appearing at your door from time to time with a new bags of food despite you telling him you had your own, but he always insisted you should it something fresh and warm. Surprisingly, he wasn't the only one at your door: Thor suddenly showed up with his whole team, bringing you notes for the upcoming exams they collected altogether, apparently. Loki sent you a message if you needed anything, and Peter left contacted you on Instagram, leaving you links to games you could play so you wouldn't feel bored. Even Bucky gave you a call, asking if he could come and give you a few packs of Neo Citran for your cold, but you kindly refused: Steve literally brought you a yearly supply of this.

It was strange. Of course, when you were in high school, your friends grew worried about you when you had been sick, but there was nothing else to it. Wasn't it always like this? Nobody came to see you. Nobody brought you soup or gave you meds or anything. Despite feeling embarrassed, you realized you actually liked it when somebody was close to you like that. It was comforting seeing Steve popping up and not having to worry about how pretty you looked: he laughed when he saw you getting all shy because you were in your pyjamas. He said he definitely didn't expect you laying on your bed in an evening gown.

Before you realized it, you were already getting better. It was just a cold, really. Soon your throat was no longer sore, and while you were still sneezing, your temperature dropped down to normal, so on Monday you were ready to come back to school as planned. Funny enough, you no longer cared if you passed your exams, having 100%. You didn’t talk about it with Steve, but Peter was laughing like crazy about that when you told him.

Funny. They no longer looked so scary to you. They were just a couple of boys, weren't they? Regardless all those scary rumors and stuff, they were just guys. Maybe they were weird and stupid and a little bit scary because you didn't know them, they were still alright. Thor said it to you, didn't he?

Monday was Bucky's day, so, once you were done dressing, he nocked at your door: you were feeling a bit shy, watching him in that leather jacket and torn jeans he kept wearing the whole year around, apparently. Barnes looked like a teenage girl's dream. He smelled like cigarettes - although he said he was trying to quit - and pinewood. Just like Thor, he liked to skip classes he didn't enjoy much, but he was smart enough to pass the exams. Funny enough, he had a motorcycle.

Again, you wondered how come girls weren't coming from a city on a bus just to go see him.

"Are you sure you’re feeling better?" He asked you softly. "You can stay home today."

"No, no, I'm perfectly alright, thank you! How are you?" Smiling, you closed the door and hid the key in your bag.

"I'm good, thank you."

He didn't speak much, but as you walked in silence, you thought it was comforting - not talking at all and feeling good about it. While Bucky looked like a scary biker, in fact, his calm and friendly demeanor only helped you relax around him. Besides, it was funny how students seemed to give him way whenever they saw him, and you thought if Steve was the King, then Bucky was the Knight.

Before you went into the your classroom, he suddenly stopped you, "Listen, I wanted to say I have your stuff."

You blinked, "What stuff?"

You didn't give him any of your stuff. Actually, after Steve gathered you all in the student council room, you only met Bucky this morning for the first time.

"The stuff those freaks took. Your... your clothes, I mean." He muttered under his breath, and you gaped at him.

Your underwear. He found your bra and panties those guys took from your room.

"Wait... how?" Staring at Bucky who, apparently, was feeling a bit embarrassed talking about it, you thought how on Earth he got those things.

There was only one way he could, right?

"Bucky, was it you who beat those guys?"

It took him a couple of seconds to turn his face to you and then sigh, "Yes, it was me."

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weasvlys · 3 years

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Training.

Obi Wan Kenobi x Y/N (Female! Padawan! Reader)

Warnings: SMUT, age gap, hard sex (spanking, choking, hair pulling), fingering,inappropriate use of the word "master" and "padawan", padawan and master, kinky, injuries, dirty talk, slut shamming.

Word count: 1509.

GIFS AREN'T MINE

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"You're better than this!" Your master, Obi Wan, said frustrated by the mediocre fight that you were giving, "Get up and take your saber" Obi Wan said, you reluctantly got up, took your practice saber, and returned to your master, as soon as you attacked he blocked your attack with his saber, you tried, again and again, he blocked it, and you tried again, and again, each attempt ended up being disastrous, you tried again and this time he blocks you with the force making you fly a couple of meters away falling hard on the hard stone floor, you didn't feel quite injured, but your master did, he runs up to you, "You good? You-you fell really hard" he asked worried, he extended his hand towards you, you took it and the moment you felt the pain fall on your hips "I'm good, master, let's keep training." You didn't want to feel or look vulnerable with your master, "I insist, young one, go take a shower, I'll see you in the dining hall." he responds serious in a very dominant tone, one that you could resist to.

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When you entered the bathroom and began to remove your robes, you noticed that the pain did not go beyond a simple blow that would easily go away with a hot shower, "May I come in? I'm Obi Wan." You heard your teacher say outside the door as you listened to him pick up the knob "Uhm-yeah sure." You answered, the door opened showing to a very worried Obi-Wan "I-I just wanted to take a look at your blow, it may be more serious than you think dear." He said, showing a pleasant look, the one that made you melt, you nodded and he hastened to remove the rest of your toga, leaving you only in underwear that left very little to the imagination, you felt like your insides were boiling for him, but you couldn't allow yourself to think anything inappropriate, you turned to look at him and you found him looking at your chest in a very unusual way, going down to your butt, if you weren't wrong it seemed that he admired you, with an expression of satisfaction and lust, When he noticed the presence of your gaze he quickly withdrew his, closed the door behind him, and placed his hand on your thigh, "Is it... here?" He said, without first clearing his throat, he seemed to be nervous, you startled at his ranch, letting out a sigh and you accentuated affirmatively and he began to rub it, which made you sigh louder, "Does it hurt bad?" I ask with a more deep tone, you shook your head and he continued, he placed your other hand on your other hip, rolling his fingers gently under your thong, making you feel butterflies in your stomach and a wave of heat in your center.

Suddenly you noticed how he started to go down, to his knees while his breath brushed against your skin, bristling it, "I didn't know that I caused that feeling in you, my young padawan..." He said, with a sensual voice full of lust, stealing another sigh, you could feel your core burning and dripping, he brought his face closer and gave a soft kiss "Better?" He asked again in that voice that made you shiver, "It never really hurt." You answered, nervous and with choked words, you felt how he got up behind you, without breathing his hand from your thigh, gently stick your body to yours, leaving his face next to yours and his mouth next to your ear, he took his hand off your thigh, and for a moment you felt released about that uncomfortable sexual situation had ended, but he quickly took care of dispersing it giving a spanking and stealing a soft cry from you, "How about now?" The whisper in your ear, removed her hand and gave another, "I asked you a question young one." he asked again in the same tone and gave another, this time stealing a moan "N-no..." You said nervous, eager for another spanking, the hand that was resting on the edge of your thong began to rise and it went up to your hair making a hard grip and pulling it, He separated his hand and gave another spanking, he is even stronger, "And now?" You moaned and weakly nodded, "Look at you... Moaning just for a spanking, you are a dirty padawan, wearing that tank top with nothing underneath when we trained, and now in a thong, you're a bitch." you could feel how they trembled and your center was getting wetter and wetter in each word.

He gently raised his hand to your thong and pulled it down, until it reached your knees where it fell to the floor, and directed his hand to your center "You are so wet..." he growled, you could not contain your desperate moan, as he began to kiss and bite your ear and neck, leaving obvious purple marks, then he pushed the hand with the grip on your hair until it left your chest on the sink, "Stay there." He said, separating from you and quickly removing his toga accompanied by his boxers, and you look through the mirror his big hard rock cock bounce out hitting his stomach, you turn your look a bit up and watched his very sportive chest and arms, something that your wold never imagine in your friendly master, you came up a bit up and find his eyes, apparently very aware of your look on him, he gave you a flirty look and raised his eyebrow.

He came closer to you again, travel his hand to your dripping core, "Fuck..." he growled, put a finger on your clitoris, and began to move it slowly "Please... Please master." you said, desperate to feel his fingers inside you. "Please what?" He replied, mocking your despair and slowing down even more, "Please put yo-your fingers inside me..." He did not doubt it for a second and just those words left your mouth, two of his fingers were buried inside you, making you let out an almost pornographic moan, and quickly he started to move painful and hard inside you, making you bounce at his actions, you could feel how delicious it was to have his fingers inside you, almost touching your sweet spot accompanied by the sound of your soaked pussy hitting with the palm of his hand, the pleasure that ran through your body was uncontrollable, you felt so close to the limit, you began to curl your toes, "I'm cu-mming" you said weakly, Obi Wan quickly withdrew his fingers from you, directed them to his mouth and licked them "You taste delicious my young Padawan" he said in a growl. He got behind you, lined up his dick at your entrance and He walked in slowly, allowing you to get used to his length, "Oh fuck... It's so big." You said in a low moan, as he began to take slow but deep and you hard lunges, making you moan loudly and drop a couple of tears, he slowly started to pick up speed, hearing him moan was the most delicious thing you had ever heard, it was imnotating, again you were so close to the climax, but again it came out of you and groups you in anger "Turn around" he said in a harsh order, you obeyed, and now your back and hips were on the sink, again he lined up at your entrance, this time playing with his head on your clit, challenging you "Obi Wan... Please." You said fed up "Don't call me Obi Wan honey, call me master." He said positioning his head at your entrance, lying to her half "Say it." He repeated, taking it out and putting it back in half, "Master ... Fuck me please, fuck me hard Master, make my little pussy hurt." You said, hungry to be penetrated, "You are a dirty and perverted bitch, I will give you what you want so much bitch." She said she bringing her face close to yours and choking you with one hand, he positioned himself on you and this time he entered hard, making you cry, he placed his hand on your hip and picked up speed, touching you just in the perfect place "Oh... Fuck! You are so fucking tight and hot for me little bitch. " He said, holding you even harder, as he tightened his grip on your throat, driving you crazy, you could feel how the muscles in your legs and lower abdomen were tensed, "I'm so close..." You cried, it didn't take long to feel squirting coming from your droping pussy wetting your master's abdomen, and shortly after he came out of you and came all over your abdomen.

"I should do this more often, you tend to be naughty and disobedient." He said when I catch my breath, you knew nothing would be like before.

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pars-ley · 3 years

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Bare yourself (part three)

Pairing: CEO Jimin x female reader

Summary: After a serious hack from your office building, fingers start being pointed but in which direction is the right one and where will that leave you and your boss, Jimin?

Genre: CEO au / smut / angst / series / workplace au / strangers to lovers au / boss/employee au

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Phone sex / Masturbation m and f / Police interrogation / Explicit language / CEO Jimin

Word count: 3.5k

Beta: @erotikkook thank you!

Notes: Ok, so this took me a ridiculously long time to finish, life is manic but here's the next chapter. Thank you for being patient. Hope you all enjoy!

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"Miss l/n, we know the hack came from inside the building. All I want to do is find out who's responsible. Which means I need your cooperation." Detective Kim Namjoon peers at you over the frames of his dark glasses.

"And like I've said, you have my full cooperation. I cannot tell you anything more than I already have." You respond leaning forward on the table, desperate for him to believe you.

He slumps back in his seat and sighs. "Miss l/n, we can't keep doing this back and forth routine. I-"

"Sir, I love my job and I love this company," you interrupt. "I also think very highly of my boss, I. Would. Not. Do. This."

"How high?"

You freeze at his sudden change of questioning. "What?"

"How high?" He repeats. "Is something going on between you two?"

You straighten your back, looking at him through narrowed eyes, feeling the rock of a lie settle in your stomach and weigh you down. "Mr. Kim, I am a professional."

He puts both his hands up in surrender. "No offense intended ma'am. It's just that some of your other coworkers seem quite smitten with him."

You almost roll your eyes, knowing you were probably just as dreamy eyed as your co-workers but too proud to admit it.

"Oh, and they did mention the two of you cosying up at a recent work party."

You resist the urge to swallow as your heart pounds violently inside you, panic squeezing your pumping organ in a vice grip. You thought no one had noticed your exchange or your absence when you both left.

"We were talking, yes. He offered me a promotion and wanted to discuss it."

He looks impressed. "Wow, what a good opportunity, he must trust you a lot."

"He did."

"Until this?" He scrubs a hand over his smooth face and you nod.

"Um-hm. What would you say you could hack into?"

You frown, not understanding the question. "Sorry?"

"Could you hack just about anything?"

Thinking about it you shrug, "Most things I'd say."

"Even something as impenetrable as this program?"

You laugh. "Sir, I designed the security portion of this program, I wouldn't need to hack into it." You lean forward again. "Let me explain something to you, if I were to do something like this, I would have been in and out without anyone knowing. I would know how to cover my tracks without being detected."

You pause rubbing your temples, "If you ask me, this was done by someone with a limited knowledge of hacking and computers. Either that or this person is trying to frame someone in the company. They're your two options."

He smiles at you, two dimples forming an endearing crevice in his cheeks.

"They told me you were smart."

You rub your face ignoring his remark. "I have been here for hours. Am I free to go or are you going to charge me with something?"

"Just one more question. What were you doing last night?"

Your heart stutters before pounding guiltily against your ribcage, with every beat you're almost sure you can hear Jimin's name. Ji-min. Ji-min.

Folding your hands in your lap to disguise you pinching your wrist under the table, trying to do anything to keep your hectic mind calm as you know you have to lie.

"I was at home."

"Alone?"

The smirk he gives you makes your stomach churn, as if he can see right through you and your lies, as if he can see everything that transpired last night flashing behind your eyes.

"Yes." Your voice comes out raspy, a sudden dry patch in your throat makes you swallow involuntarily.

"Run me through your evening." He sinks lower into his seat, you're almost waiting for him to pull out a footstool and put his feet up.

"We set up the project, waited for it to go live-"

"Who's we?"

"My team, myself and Mr. Park."

He nods and gestures a hand for you to continue.

"Once it was live, we monitored it for a few hours, checked everything was in working order and most of my team went home for the night. It was pretty late by then."

He jots your account down on his laptop, the keys clicking furiously as you speak.

"What time is 'late'?"

"Around 10ish."

He raises his brows. "Is that a typical work day for you?"

You shake your head. "No, it was only because we wanted to make sure everything went ok with the go live, a few tweaks and adjustments had to be made, nothing major."

He nods, eyes focused on his screen. "Is that usual at the end of a project, tweaks and adjustments?"

You shrug. "Sometimes yes, on big projects, sometimes you can't see certain errors until a go live."

"Ok, so it's 10 o'clock and your team have gone home, leaving you and Mr. Park. What happened next?"

You massage your temples. "We spoke in his office."

"About what?"

Your hand slams down on the table, an action you didn't intend. "Is that relevant?"

He looks up startled, then smiles. "Why? Have I touched a nerve?"

You resist the urge to lean across the table and pound your fist into his smug face and instead lean back in your seat with your arms folded, an attempt at shielding yourself. "We spoke about the project and the result. It seemed to be successful, at the time, so we had a celebratory night cap."

He shoves his laptop aside, leaning forward on his elbows, ears pricked and ready. "Let me get this straight. You and the - forgive me - handsome Mr. Park are alone in the building, in his office and having a night cap, late at night?"

"Yes." You reply bluntly, the arrogance of him, so sure he'll find your lie, flaming your veins with rage.

"Does Mr. Park regularly have his colleagues in his office for a night cap?"

"I wouldn't know sir, I'm not his secretary."

"Even if you were, she'd have gone home hours ago, according to you." He pauses watching you, his eyes so intense they feel smothering-suffocating.

His stare eases, releasing you from its hold. "Ok continue, what happened after your night cap?" He relaxes and goes back to typing.

You breathe a sigh of relief, air feeling light and free again.

"We talked, I finished my drink, then I went home."

"How did you get home?"

You pause. If you lie, they're bound to see the footage of you and Jimin leaving the building together, with you getting into his car.

"Miss l/n? How did you get home?"

Here he goes looking expectantly over the rim of his glasses again.

"Mr. Park gave me a ride home."

And there was that infuriating smirk again. "Is that so? Was his driver there or did Mr. Park do the driving?"

You feel the heat on the back of your neck as you're reminded of how Jimin's hands felt on your skin, hot and eager in the back of the car. "His driver took me."

"With Mr. Park."

You nod slowly.

"And I suppose he just said goodnight and off you went?"

"You're correct, sir."

"And Mr. Park will vouch for this story of yours?" He taps his bottom lip with the pen he just pulled out of his pocket.

You nod. "He will because it's the truth." You're both praying and hoping you'd have a chance to speak to Jimin before he got interviewed...if he hasn't been already. God, if they found out you were lying about this, it would make you look so guilty.

"Uh-huh. One other thing…"

Fighting the frustrated growl boiling up inside you, you give him a false smile.

"Do you have any idea why someone would want to hack this software?"

You mull it over briefly, "I would imagine, seeing as it's a security breach for information, that it's to steal. Most of our clients are..." you struggle to find the appropriate wording.

"Rich." He intejects.

You nod agreeing.

"Ummm." He adds watching you, before sitting up and closing his laptop abruptly. "Ok, miss l/n, you're free to go. But we'll be in touch, I assure you."

He stands up and you quickly follow him out of the room. When he shows you the direction the exit is in he turns to face you and holds out a hand.

"It's been a pleasure, miss l/n, I know you probably won't be able to say the same, nevertheless." He shakes your hand with a half smile causing the dimple to return, somehow completely softening his face.

You nod and leave as quickly as your tired body will let you.

The cool, night air hitting your face immediately calms your panicked mind. You need to speak to Jimin but it might not be safe to do so.

"Are you ok, y/n?" A deep voice sounds from beside you, silencing all your other chaotic thoughts.

You spin and see Taehyung leaning casually against the pillar of the building smoking.

You relax at the sight of a familiar face. Jimin's personal assistant has always been friendly and kind towards you. You weren't sure but rumours in your company suggested that the two of them were even brothers, although you doubted it as they didn't resemble each other in the slightest.

"Yeah, glad to be out of there though." You reply, massaging the back of your neck.

"I bet, you've been in there a long time. I saw you leave to go to the station with them hours ago."

You nod. "It's been a long and very trying day. Are you waiting to be interviewed?"

He nods, taking a long drag, you watch as the end illuminates orange.

"Well, I hope they don't keep you in there too long."

"They shouldn't. I've been away, only got back last night. Don't see how much use I can be to them."

He flicks his cigarette into the road and closes the distance between you.

"Listen, if there's anything you need or if you just want to talk or rant, anything. Don't hesitate to give me a call." He hands you his card. "This is a tough situation for everyone, we all need someone every now and then."

His bright, boxy grin has your mouth upturning before you know it. You thank him and hail and cab. Glancing at him, you see him watching you as the car drives away, unsure as to whether he's flirting or you're reading too much into it and he's being his usual cheerful self.

You shrug it off. All you can think of is getting home, running a nice, hot bath and forgetting this day ever happened.

*****

Back to reality as you sit with your silk robe wrapped around you, your laptop positioned neatly on your thighs, going through every possible way someone could have hacked into this, looking for how they got in.

But nothing made sense, this was definitely not a hack done by someone with limited knowledge as you originally thought.

There was no trace of anything left behind, no mark that anyone had even been in. Which only means, the hack had to be someone with inside knowledge of the project already, it definitely wasn't an outside hacker.

A more alarming finding was discovering the computer used for the hack was actually yours.

But why make it so obvious where the hack took place and which computer...unless...someone is trying to frame you. This wasn't something you had realistically considered.

If you were honest, no one was even jumping out at you as a suspect. You trusted everyone in your team and everyone who helped on this project.

You sigh, massaging your temples as you try to clear your mind.

A harsh knock on the door makes you jump and you glance at your phone.

02.31.

Who on earth would be knocking at this hour?

You head over, opening the door slightly with the chain still pulled tight across, to see a man; hat pulled down covering his eyes, standing there handing you a small, brown package through the gap.

"It's from Jimin." He says quietly. You watch his mouth - the only part of his face you can see - stretch into a gummy smile, before turning and exiting the building.

Bewildered, you close the door and rip open the box. Staring at its contents and searching for some kind of note explaining what on earth this is for.

A phone.

What are you supposed to do with it?

You take it out, examining it and noticing the mistletoe background. Just like the mistletoe you first kissed Jimin under.

You jump out of your skin, fear firing an ice bolt right through you as it lights up and starts ringing.

Hesitantly, you answer. "Hello?"

"Y/n," Jimin's breathy voice sounds in your ear and sends a scattering of goosebumps across your skin. "I'm sorry for the cloak and dagger but I'm unsure if I'm being watched."

"By the police?" You ask, worried at the urgency in his voice.

"Not just them. Listen," he starts before you can interject. "I want you to know that no matter how it seems or what I say in front of other people, I do believe that you had nothing to do with this hack."

The relief that floods you has your shoulders relaxing instantly, not even aware they were tense. "I am glad to hear you say that, thank you."

"I also want to apologise, I did not mean for your involvement with me to put you at risk of any trouble."

You frown, trying to make sense of his words. "I really don't see how the two are connected."

He sighs and the urge you have to comfort him, to wrap your arms around him until his stress is eased, almost has you putting on your shoes and coat. "It doesn't matter. Things are complicated with me and it wasn't fair for me to drag you into that."

"Hey, hey," you sit down on the edge of your bed. "You didn't drag me anywhere. I'm a big girl Jimin, I can make my own decisions, last night being one of them and I definitely do not have any regrets about that."

You're met with silence as you find yourself fiddling with the bedsheets, reminiscing his touch.

"I most definitely do not regret it either." He finally says. You think you can hear a slight smile in his voice. "That was a moment I had wanted for longer than I care to admit."

His unexpected confession causes a furious blush to creep up your chest.

"I wish I could see you." The desperation in his voice makes you hot underneath your robe.

"Why don't you come over?" You ask, hesitantly biting your lower lip.

"I wish I could, lord knows I do, but I can't risk it, for your sake."

You collapse back on the bed in frustration, his scent jumps up and captures you, pulling your mind into filthy places. "My bed sheets still smell like you." You say the words before thinking them through.

"Do they?" His voice is suddenly husky and full of want. "And what is going through that impressive mind of yours?"

"You are. Your touch, your taste, how I wish to feel your perfect lips on me again." Your hand makes its way down to open your robe, cool air hitting your skin and puckering your nipples.

"Hmm-mm, and what are you doing while you're thinking about me?" He asks.

"What do you want me to do, Jimin?" You accentuate his name, knowing how much he loves it when you say it.

"Touch yourself." He whispers.

You waste no time in obeying, as your fingers travel quickly down to your throbbing clitorous. The feel of your fingertips massaging your sweet bud makes you moan.

"Oh god, this makes me want to see you even more." He groans.

You use the phone to snap a quick photo of your actions and send it to the number you're on the line too. "Incoming message, sir." You say teasingly.

"Oh, fuck," he says in the distance and instantly followed by the sound of his trouser zipper being undone. "You make me crazy." His voice is right back at your ear.

"Jimin, I wish it was my mouth around your rock hard cock."

"Me too, angel. God, what I wouldn't give to feel you around me. Tell me, what would you want me to do to you?" He grunts, the sound of him pleasuring himself causes a gush of arousal to spill from your eager hole and you spread it over yourself.

"I'd want your mouth on me...everywhere, tasting just how wet I am for you." You pant.

"Just for me?"

"Yes, all for you." You lightly trace circles over your swollen sweet spot, toes curling when he breathes your name down the phone.

"I want to be inside you, again."

"Anytime, anywhere, just tell me." You whisper, that undeniable build up already at peak point. "I'm going to cum."

"That's it angel, cum with me."

You unravel, back arching off the bed and burying your face into the sheets, relishing his scent. You hear him orgasm, repeating your name continuously. It makes you smile inside and it makes you feel powerful knowing how much he wants you.

"I have to say," he says, after you both get your breath back. "That was not the reason for me sending the phone."

You can't help but laugh at that. "What was the reason?"

He sighs again. "Mostly, to apologise and to have a way to speak to you that I know is safe. We have to be careful, now."

"Why, what are you so worried about?"

A long pause. "I can't," you can almost hear his inner turmoil, the fight with himself. "I'm just trying to protect you. You don't need to be involved."

You're about to argue but something inside you stills. If you push someone like Jimin too much, he'll only clam up further, he'll open up when he's ready...you hope.

"Keep this phone on, ok?" He pleads.

"More late night phone sex?" You tease, chewing your lip.

"I wouldn't say no," he laughs. "I do, however, just want to be able to talk to you, if that's ok?"

You nod and realise he can't see that. "Of course, anytime."

"I wouldn't say that, you'll never get me off the phone."

You feel yourself smiling like a cheshire cat, feeling like a lovesick school girl again. What has this man reduced you to?

"Goodnight y/n. Sleep well, angel." He hangs up the phone, leaving your heart stuttering and your stomach flipping with excitement. The prospect of something new on the horizon, even with all the current problems you're facing, something still seeming positive might come out of this. All you can do is hope.

******

Getting ready for work the next morning you felt conflicted, part of you was on cloud nine, drifting blissfully along on nothing but hope and dreams. The other part was dreading the work day and what it could bring, plus you still had your own discreet investigating to do.

A harsh, yet cheerful rap on your door, startled you.

Rushing to the door to see who it is, a small part clinging onto a chance it could be Jimin, only to be disappointed when you open the door and find detective Kim Namjoon staring back at you.

"Ah Miss l/n, I'm so glad I caught you before work, could I come in?" The same smug smile stretching his full lips as he leans casually against your door frame, his laptop hooked under his arm.

"Really? Right now, I'll be late for work." You reply, feeling a bit like a deer caught in headlights.

"That's ok, I've already informed your boss of your late arrival." He assures you cockily. "So, can I …?"

You grit your teeth and step out of the way, gesturing for him to enter.

You watch as he studies every inch of your living area, peering into your bedroom.

"What is it I can help you with, detective?"

He turns to you, "Ah, yes of course."

Setting his laptop down on your dining room table, hitting a few keys and spinning it round towards you. "You might want to sit down for this." He says, as he hits the play button.

You ignore him and watch.

Video footage of your office building, of you walking to your office partition specifically. You watch yourself sit in the empty building, at your computer and leave again. You look up at the detective, confusion marring your brow and he simply taps the screen where the date and time stamp are.

You follow it, and re-read it at least three times, eyes open wider than ever, as if that'll somehow help you see different numbers.

The frown creases deeper into your forehead as your brain catches up with the fact that the video shows you, alone in the building, at the exact time and date of the hack.

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eloquent-vowel · 3 years

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Part 5 "Comfortable" Bucky X OFC (#043)

Description: A series of attacks on Russian diplomats lead to Fury dispatching some members of the avengers to defend them. There they meet a very new threat- one they have never seen before.

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Slow burn, very much a slow burn. Bucky Barnes x OFC, Winter Soldier X OFC

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Thank you all for reading this far! Here is a little time skip for you and the first time some of the Avengers meet Eris. Time is probably going to be very disjointed after this part! <3

Part 4

Bruce stared out of the Avenger's tower window, New York looked so small from up here. Looking down everyone seemed so unimportant, there were hundreds of people walking to the same place they always did, dressed in the same clothes they always wore. Were they happy with their lives? Were they living their dreams? What did they regret?

"See anything interesting Doc?" Tony's voice broke Bruce's trance. "Seen any muggings? Street fights? You know, I once saw a pigeon fly down and steal someone's sandwich right from their hand, the whole thing." Tony came into view, two cups of coffee in his hands. His eyes sparkled with the usual joy but under it all there was the slightest hint of concern.

Bruce took the offered coffee cup. "Buff pigeon."

"Perhaps it was a tiny pigeon hulk."

Bruce huffed a laugh before sipping is coffee. "The Incredible Squawk?" Despite Bruce's attempt at humour his voice came out as bitter as his coffee. Bruce watched the steam slowly rise before letting out a broken sigh. "She would have been 24 today."

Tony placed a hand on Bruce's shoulder, there was silence for a while. He had to think about what to say next, "We'll find her, Bruce. We won't stop looking I can pro-"

"Tony." Bruce turned to face Tony, the bags under his eyes were deeper than usual. "Thank you for trying to cheer me up but, let's be realistic, its been 20 years. The truth is either she doesn't want to be found or never will be."

"You are aloud to be realistic, Bruce, but don't lose hope."

The two shared an understanding stare, Bruce looked like he was going to say something but was interrupted by Natasha entering the room.

"We have a problem."

"When do we not?"

"Funny, Tony." Nat approached the two of them, she was staring down at the tablet in her hand very intently, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. "A Russian diplomat was murdered at his safe house last week."

"And this concerns us how." Tony's tone was flippant.

"Because he as an informant for Shield but before he could talk he was beaten so badly they had to use dental records to confirm his identity."

Nat handed over the tablet to Tony who flicked through the photos of the crime scene. It was brutal. The guards that were put in to defend the diplomat were beaten to death, violently. It was obvious, even to his untrained eye, that whoever did this used their fists and no other weapon. Most of the guards had dents in their temples and some had broken knees. The path of the killer was followed by a nice trail of beaten corpses. Until they lead to the bedroom of the diplomat. Just like the other corpses, his body was beaten with blunt objects but unlike the others the killer really wanted to make sure he was dead. There was practically no skull that remains intact and there was blood everywhere. Tony blanched a bit and returned the tablet to Nat.

"What exactly do you want us to do? Bring a guy back from the dead?"

"No." Nat sounded tired, stressed, Tony kicked himself slightly for not being able to be serious. "We are being tasked for protecting someone we strongly suspect to being a second target." She turned the tablet around to show another angry looking man.

"Who pissed in his cornflakes?"

Nat ignored Tony. "This is Panin Rostislavovich, Russian ambassador here in America and more importantly mole for Shield. We think there is a large possibility he will be attacked at some point this week. Fury has asked that we personally see to guarding him. Something about improving relations with Russia."

"So, we sit in a room with someone and get paid for it?"

Nat just raised her eyebrow.

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"Getting comfortable there, Mr. Rostislavovich?"

Tony quipped to the stern man who was currently pacing violently up and down the length of the room. Normally he wouldn't have commented on it but his footfalls were terribly annoying and Tony was nursing one hell of a hangover.

"Would you be comfortable in this situation? Would you Mr. Stark." Tony fought the urge to roll his eyes. "When your colleague has been beaten to death in his apparently 100% secure and safe house!"

"Panin, buddy, listen- we are just here on a hunch no one said for certain that they were after you."

Tony made eye contact with Natasha and Steve who were standing guard by the door. They both shook their heads, no signs of intrusion at the moment. They were in direct contact with the guards outside the house and inside of the house, if Tony said so himself, this place seemed pretty impenetrable.

"Team Delta. Team Delta, report."

Him and his big mouth,

Nat's voice was panicked as she began to check in with all the teams around the perimeter of the house. She got more and more intense with each team name.

"No one on the perimeter is responding. Tony get him to the safe room, be ready to take the back exit."

"You don't have to tell me twice, come on buddy, let's not get you killed."

With that the escorted Panin to the solid metal safe room leaving Steve and Nat to do what they did best, beat people up.

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Natasha turned to Steve, he looked calm but the tight grip he had on his shield gave him away. The sound of fighting and violence started to be heard through the door.

"Hide and we get the jump on them." Nat whispered as she ducked behind one of the large sofas, Steve look up place adjacent to her. She began to count her bullets, double checking that she had enough ammunition.

There was silence for a moment.

Then a massive crash as the door flew off its hinges and into the wall behind Steve. She couldn't help the slight gasp that she let out as Steve slowly moved away from the rubble.

"I can hear you." A female voice, gravelly and harsh spoke in perfect Russian. It sent shivers down Nat's spine, Steve looked at her questionably. She just gritted her teeth and shot at the doorframe. She watched as Steve leapt out once she ran out of bullets. She reloaded as quickly as possible to cover Steve, as soon as she aimed her pistol over the couch she was stunned into inaction.

She could hardly keep track of who was hitting who as Steve fought the intruder. It was evident that this person was the same as Steve, they were a super soldier. Nat tried to find a pattern in their movements, an opening to fire a shot but every move they made was unexpected and chaotic. They were covered almost head to toe in black tactical gear, the only exception being their legs that reflected in the low lights of the room, metal legs? Whatever they were made of their legs were definitely strong as one well placed kick threw Steve back against the wall to joint the door.

Nat didn't hesitate to engage. Vaulting over the couch and throwing her gun by the window, she went immediately for a choke hold, swinging her legs over the other woman's neck. Nat felt some sort of pride as she succeeded to bring the intruder down to the floor, she squeezed tightly in an effort to choke them. Until the glint of metal over the intruder's fists slammed right into the back of Nat's knee, it didn't quite dislocate as intended but the force was enough to let the intruder get free.

The two women stood up once more and took a moment to size each other up. Nat realised that this woman was as tall as Steve and looked as strong. The bottom half of her face was covered in a protective mask and her hair was wild, perhaps from a previous scuffle? Now that Natasha had a good look she realised that both of the woman's legs were made of a shining metal, they whirred and clicked as she stood up. She glanced at Steve who was just beginning to stand up, clutching his ribs- the two exchanged a quick nod and together began to try and take down this new threat.

Unfortunately it was not as easy as either of them thought. Their opponent was brutal, unpredictable and yet seemed to predict every move they made. Steve would attack from behind and she was sidestep, only to throw a devastating punch at her. It was down right terrifying that one woman was able to take on both Steve and herself at once. Even worse was that this woman didn't seem to tire, while Steve and the woman were able to breathe normally Nat was beginning to falter. The intruder saw this and with one well timed switch kick Nat saw stars as a metallic leg collided with her temple.

Steve watched in horror as Nat fell, his opponent showed no sense of regret and did not hesitate to begin her brutal assault on him once more. Thrown by Natasha bleeding from the head it didn't take long for the woman to have her arms around his neck in a less than friendly way. Black spots danced in his vision, he thought this was it. He began to run through ways to get out of this but every time he struggled the edge of the brass knuckles dug deeper into his throat.

He thought he was gone until he felt her shift slightly and then let go of him altogether. He fell on the floor gasping and turned to see where the woman had gone. He saw her pick up Natasha's pistol and making a running leap out of the window. Shattering the glass into a hailstorm of chaos.

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Tony had little warning other than the sound of glass shattering and the violent bang of a gunshot. The man who he had previously been talking to about his plans for the future fell to the ground, a bullet hole directly through the centre of his brain.

Tony turned around violently to just catch the sight of some meta glinting under streetlights and a figure darting off into the dark.

Fury was going to be so mad at him.

Part 6

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princesskokichi · 4 years

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S/O meeting Rantaro's and Kokichi's family!

Heya!! Thank you so much for your kind words, ajsjdh! Sorry, for the long wait... I hope you enjoy reading! Have a good day as well, dear Anon!!

-Mod Shuichi💕

[R A N T A R O]

-you were nervous- very nervous!

-you and Rantaro were on your way to meet his family. You never had the chance to meet them and you were happy when Rantaro announced that his parents and sisters want to get to know you, but now?

-God, you felt dizzy, the world spinned around you.

-You wanted to run away, but you couldn't disappoint your boyfriend and his family like that.

-both of you slowly reached the gate in front of the house. Rantaro took your hand in his, squeezed it a little and smiled brightly.

-all your fear suddenly vanished and you returned the smile and you two rang the bell.

-the door swung open and Rantaro's parents stood in front of you, you straightened your back and smiled.

-his parents let you come in and showed you the way to the living room where 12 girls were sitting. "RANTARO!" they yelled and started sprinting towards him to jump on him.

-startled you took a few steps back to not get run over by Rantaro's sisters, who seemed very lively.

-"You're s/o, right?" a female, calm voice called out and you turned around.

"Yes! Yes, I'm s/o! It's nice to meet you, miss Amami!" shook hands and sat down on the couch in the living room.

-"my- don't be so nervous! I'm dealing with 12 girls and a boy- I can handle one more person just fine!" Rantaro's mom laughed and your nervousness melted away. She was truly nice.

-"hey, how is your chat with s/o going?" Rantaro suddenly appeared behind you and you almost jumped from the couch in your shock.

-"pretty good! They are super sweet! You got yourself a very good partner! I sure hope you don't do something stupid and lose them!" She pointed at Rantaro with a glare, but started laughing right after.

-you laughed too and since Rantaro's hugging session was over

- now started yours!

-"S/O, S/O! YOU CAN'T ESCAPE FROM US!" the whole Amami family was chasing you through the house to give you hugs and you laughed, you never laughed so much before.

- It was the right decision to visit and get to know all of these lovely people.

[K O K I C H I]

-You didn't knew much about Kokichi's past, his family or "organisation" he claims to lead.

-you knew that he lies a lot, but you didn't mind that.

-You even became pretty good at seeing through his lies.

-That's probably why it shocked you so much then Kokichi came home and suddenly said that he wants you to meet his family.

-of course, you were happy! That was a huge step Kokichi took to show you that he trusted you deeply and you appreciated it.

-but- were you ready for that? What if you mess up??

-fear builded up inside you, but Kokichi took your hands in his and you looked at him confused.

-then he started making some weird grimaces with his face.

-you couldn't help but laugh and your fear slowly vanished.

-Kokichi is pretty awkward sometimes and he doesn't quite know how to cheer people up…

-so he just tries to make them laugh or distract them somehow to help them feel better, but he would never admit that. He is an evil supreme leader after all!

-and so you would meet his family soon. Something you always wanted and Kokichi finally decided to open this last door in his heart.

-You were so touched and happy to be trusted like this- you hugged him tightly. Kokichi laughed and patted your back.

-"Wow, s/o are you soooo madly in love with me that you can't wait to meet my family?" he obviously tried to tease you.

-"yes, yes I am" you answered and Kokichi grew stiff for a second- seems like you startled him with that comment. You chuckled.

-Kokichi just huffed, not daring to pull back from the hug and you guessed that he was probably blushing right now.

-Cute~ you thought and smiled to yourself in his arms.

-time passed fast and today was the day you would finally get to know your boyfriend's family.

-You were nervous and excited- a pretty bad mixture of emotions, to be honest.

-"hey, s/o close your eyes!" Kokichi took your hand in his and smiled. You were confused, but did what he wanted you to do.

-a few seconds passed until you could hear quiet whispers.

-"Now, you can open your eyes" you did like he said and-

-"TA-DA! These are the most important members of DICE! or how I like to call them-" you interrupted Kokichi's speech.

-"your family" you finished his sentence and Kokichi laughed.

-"Nishishi! Ding ding ding! You're right! 100 points for s/o" he joked, but you could tell that he was just as nervous as you were.

-you smiled friendly. "Nice to meet you all! I'm s/o! I hope we will get along well!" and before you count to three all the members surrounded you, asking questions.

-Wow, wow that's a lot- you thought, but Kokichi cut them off.

-"Oh my god! Don't act like immature kids-"

-"said the immature kid" you teased and Kokichi gasped.

"How DARE you, s/o! YOU'RE SO MEAN!! WAHHH!" Kokichi loudly fake cried and you patted his head

-"That doesn't work on me, idiot" you said, before kissing his cheeks and shutting him up like that.

- The Dice members stared at you and started to clap in their hands.

"You're so cool, s/o!!"

"Normally, everyone falls for the leaders tricks!"

"You're really special"

-They all talked at the same time and you had little issues to follow who was talking, but they all seemed to be pretty nice.

-Suddenly they all started bowing in front of you and you almost jumped in surprise.

-What is happening??

-"Please take good care of our leader! He always does crazy stuff on his own"

-"wait, what's happening?" you asked confused and looked back at Kokichi who surprised the same way you were.

"Please, become our leader's husband!" they continued and now it clicked. They were proposing to you- for Kokichi.

-you chuckled. "Guys, guys! Let's get to know each other first and see how everything works out then we can talk about marriage and stuff" you explained with a smile, but to be honest the thought about a proposal from Kokichi made your heart race.

-"Jeez! You're all acting like I would never propose in my whole life! Do you all think so lowly about me? Seriously- someday I WILL propose to s/o, but first I want to learn about every side they have and also show all of my sides- urgh…nevermind, that sounded really cringy, forget it" Kokichi tried to change the topic, but you were too deep in thoughts already.

-Someday you thought with a smile. Someday.

-well, the dice members loved you so much like?? They didn't even wanted you to leave and that warmed your heart.

-before leaving you and Kokichi got a big fat group hugging session from them and you needed to promise to come visit whenever you could.

#danganronpa #danganronpa imagines #imagines #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #killing harmony #kokichi oma #danganronpa kokichi #drv3 kokichi #drv3 killing harmony #drv3 rantaro #rantaro amami #danganronpa rantaro #kokichi ouma #mod shuichi answers #mod shuichi

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Safe Haven 3

Safe Haven

A Maze Runner Fan Fiction

Pairing: Thomas / female OFC

Setting: After the end of 'TMR - Death Cure'

Summary: Thomas is dealing with the aftermath of the events since the glade and learns that falling in love can be painful

Warnings: (in this or in upcoming chapters) smut/sex/porn, swearing, mentioning of death, traumatic experiences, violence, sexual frustration, promiscuity, homosexuality, daddy-kink, oral, nsfw, 18+ readers only

Credits: TMR-Characters don't belong to me / are based on the books by James Dashner and the movies. All pictures I used for the moodboards/headers are from pinterest. If I violate any copyright please let me know and I'm going to remove the pictures. I used pictures of Blake Lively for my OFC.

Beta by the lovely @hell1129-blog Danke, Schatz!

Comments, likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

Please don't use my work or parts of it without my permission.

Previous parts:

1 / 2

In Part 3 Thomas is going to meet his love interest... Hope you enjoy it!

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The next morning Thomas woke up early from a night full of uneasy dreams, leaving him nervous, tired and in a foul mood.

"What's up, shank? Why the long face? You're afraid the girls are gonna jump at the new alpha in town instead of swooning over you?" Minho teased him on their way to the beach.

"What are you talking 'bout, potato face?" Thomas snapped.

"Oh come on...the return of the king. I bet Joe Miller is gonna steal your crown. He's older than you, very good looking I heard. Unlike you, dogface." Minho gave him a wink. "The ladies will be all over him and you ain't getting laid no more.”

"Don't worry 'bout me." Thomas shrugged. "I won't come off badly. And what about the other guy, huh? You think he's the ugly twin the girls won't look at?" Thomas asked.

"You mean Kasey?" Minho seemed to be surprised.

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, I don't think Kasey is going to be a problem for you. At least not regarding the girls' attention." Minho said suppressing a grin.

"Really? How's that?"

"You'll see." Minho bursted out laughing, refusing to say anything more.

Half an hour later Thomas knew the reason for Minho's amusement. Kasey was anything but ugly and anything but a man. Kasey Miller was an extraordinarily attractive young woman. Her skin fair but sunkissed, her long wavy hair the color of golden, liquid honey, her eyes light green, shining bright in the sunlight. He'd always considered the romantic idea of 'love at first sight' a big pile of bullshit, but the moment she smiled at him for the first time he was proven wrong - by his heart that skipped a beat before starting to race like crazy, by all the butterflies starting to flutter in his belly, by his knees that suddenly felt like jelly.

While Vince was greeting the home-comers effusively with big bear hugs, Thomas tried desperately to regain control over his rebellious body. He wasn't nearly done when he heard Vince's deep dark voice.

"Come on, guys. Let me introduce you."

Vince spread his arms, nodding at Thomas and his friends. "These are the kids I told you about on the radio. Thomas, Minho, Gally, Brenda and Frypan. And this is Jorge. He's the one who saved their little asses countless times." He pointed his finger at each one of them.

"And here we have Joe, Kasey and their crew: Quincy, Marjorie and Carson."

There was an awkward moment of silence when both groups stared at each other. Joe was the one to break the ice. He made a step forward, waving his big hands at everyone. He was a hunk of a man, tall and handsome, suntanned skin, his dark hair buzz cut, a wild growing full beard covering half of his face, a pair of outstanding, friendly blue eyes looking at them. "Hey, guys. Nice to meet you." His smile was infectious and everybody loosened up instantly. "So you are the boy who fucked WCKD almost single-handed, huh?" he asked, turning to Thomas, nodding his head respectfully.

"Oh no, it was all of us. I couldn't have done it on my own." he answered modestly. "Nice to meet you too."

Now Kasey stepped forward, shaking everybody's hands politely with a friendly smile. When it was his turn, when their hands touched, her pale skin cool against his embarrassingly sweaty palms, Thomas felt like catching fire. He could have sworn his cheeks had the color of deep red tomatoes. "And has everybody settled in well in our little safe haven? I heard you had a really rough time before coming here." she asked. Thomas didn't utter a word, it seemed like he had lost his voice. Clearing his throat he made a weak attempt to give an answer but all that came out of his mouth was a hoarse croaking. Kasey gave him a funny look, probably asking herself if he was making fun of her or if he was just a dumbfuck.

Great, Thomas, he thought, nothing better than a good first impression.

"Yeah, the camp's pretty nice. People are cool, work's good. We're not fucking complaining." Gally obviously didn't have problems talking.

"Work?" Joe asked interested.

"Gally's the head of the construction team. Currently building your library, Kay." Vince smiled at Kasey who gave Gally an excited thumbs up. "Minho is our expert for mapping. He and his team are almost done with exploring the whole island." Vince placed a hand on the attractive, asian looking young man's shoulder. "Brenda and Jorge over there manage our driving pool and do all kinds of technical stuff. Repairing the most hopeless cases." he carried on. "And Frypan, as you may have guessed, is one of our chefs. He makes the best desserts. I gained at least 5 pounds due to this little fucker." Vince nudged Fry playfully, laughing out loud.

"And what about you?" Kasey asked Thomas, looking him straight in the eyes for the first time. Thomas coughed, taking a deep breath. "Well...I...umm...I'm in Gally's team." he managed to stammer.

"He's my best lumberjack." Gally said, flattering him because he was far from being the best. "We call him Timber." he added grinning. That was a bloody lie and a great example of Gally's strange sense of humor. "No you don't." Thomas protested. "No need to be ashamed, Timber." Minho kept the joke running. Thomas rolled his eyes at his friends

"Timber...well, the name suits you, you look very...strong."

Kasey gave him a warm smile and he knew she was trying to be polite, because he really wasn't a muscleman, but actually she made him feel like shit. The whole situation made him feel small and useless. Every single one of his friends had an important job with lots of responsibility. He was the only exception. But when they had come to the camp he had been so sick of being a leader, of making decisions, of being responsible, reasonable, mature, important. So he'd gladly joined Gally's team as a simple labourer without a second thought, fully aware that he left Vince disappointed, who wanted him to be part of the camp's leadership together with him, Jorge and a handful of the other older camp members.

"So Gally, would you show me the library please? I'm so looking forward to equipping it and opening it as soon as possible." Kasey asked.

"Anytime." Gally said. "We're still working on the roof and the bookshelves, but you can come to take a look whenever you want."

"Okay, I want to see the hospital and the school too." Joe threw in. "Why don't you give us an hour to move back into our shacks and then we'll meet up at the headquarter and you give us a little tour, Vince. There must have been quite a few changes over the last seven months." Joe smiled, shouldering his duffle bag.

"Sounds like a plan." Vince nodded. "We better get going, your arrival has been noticed. We don't have time now for a welcome party" he added, pointing at a crowd of camp members that was on the way to the beach. "Yeah, let's go." Kasey agreed and their little meeting came to an end.

Almost three hours later Thomas heard them coming, when he was standing on a ladder, thatching the library's roof with Gally. Gally climbed down from the roof smoothly, cleaning his dirty hands on his trousers.

"Welcome" he said, holding the entrance door open for Vince, Kasey and Joe. Thomas followed them, his legs wobbly again, listening to Gally's explanations.

Kasey seemed to like what she saw. She was beaming, running around, touching the walls and the half-ready book shelves, chattering about what she was planning for the place like an excited child. When she was talking about all the work that was awaiting her, she seemed a little worried.

"I really gonna need someone to help me with all this. I can never do it on my own. Maybe you can find me a volunteer, Vince?"

"I volunteer!" Thomas blurted out, his heart racing at double speed, his hand shooting up.

"You?" Kasey didn't try to hide her surprise. "I'm gonna need someone who can start tomorrow. And who has a lot of passion and is willing to do not only one job but many. It's not only carrying books around, it's also sorting them through, reading part of them and even writing short summaries for the card index."

God, Thomas thought embarrassed, she thinks I'm a lame-brain.

"Oh, our little Casanova here has a lot of passion and loves all different kinds of jobs." Gally grinned not even trying to hide the innuendo.

Fuck you, Gally, Thomas cursed internally, but he smiled along like a fool anyway.

"Passion for books I mean." Kasey said with a frown, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, I love books."

"Really?"

"Absolutely." Thomas lied without batting an eyelid.

"Okay. But I wouldn't wanna steal your best lumberjack." she turned to Gally, playing her last trump card.

"Don't worry, we'll be fine. Letting him do such simple work is a fucking waste of potential anyway. He's too smart for a lumberjack." He slapped Thomas on the back, making him stumble forward. "It's high time you start using your brain again, Timber. You seem to become an idiot lately." Gally gave him a friendly wink and Thomas smiled at him thankfully.

"Well then, that's settled." Vince said, a big smile spreading on his face.

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#tmr thomas x oc #thomas x mc #tmr thomas #tmr fanfic #tmr fandom #dylan o'brien #the maze runner #tomuary

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firelinphd · 5 years

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obi x fem!reader | new recruit

akitaru obi x reader

female reader

Captain Obi thinks the new recruit is the most adorable girl he has ever seen.

no warning

Being recruited in the 8th company while being a third generation pyrokinetic seemed fun. Well, it was less for (Y/N), and especially during the winter. Indeed, she had the ability to spit fire, since she could create some herself. However, she had gotten a cold. She was sneezing so much. And the more she tried to stop to -because she didn't want to put the company on fire- the more it seemed to happen. She was 19, and she knew that most people in the company were going to be younger than her, but still, she wanted to make a good impression.

She got greeted by Maki Oze first, who walked her to the Captain, while telling her all the perks of being a firefighter. ''Oh, you're... you're (Y/N) (L/N), right ?'' Captain Obi asked, when he saw her. ''Yes, Captain !'' The girl answered ; she looked really stressed. ‘’Why being so stressed ? We won’t bite you, you know. And your power is quite useful.’’

‘’Well, it’s kinda the issue, Captain...’’ (Y/N) answered. Obi raised an eyebrow. ‘’What ? Something went wrong ?’’ (Y/N) started to try to prevent a sneeze. ‘’Well, I caught a cold, and whenever I sneeze, I spit fire...’’ The main simply laughed at her statement. ‘’No way ?! That’s actually kinda cute !’’

Her eyes widened. ‘’’Cute’ ? It’s dangerous ! I really don’t want to burn this place because I got a cold..’’ The man smiled. ‘’Well, you haven’t sneezed yet. You don’t seem that dangerous.’’ It was supposed to be a good thing ; but seeing his colleague’s face, Takehisa groaned. ‘’No, don’t think of it.’’ But Obi didn’t care. He took a lock of (Y/N)’s hair, and rubbed it against her nose. Takehisa sighed. ‘’Sorry about that, (L/N). It’s just Captain Obi’s personality. He gave the same treatment to Shinra Kusakabe.’’

Obi didn’t look like he had listened to anything his colleague had said, since he was only focused on (Y/N). She looked like she was trying very hard not to sneeze -and she failed. The man had the reflex to move away when the fire came out, so he didn’t burn himself. He only laughed, but the girl was really embarrassed, and immediately extinguished the fire. She looked at her Captain, who only laughed. ‘’Sorry, sorry ! You’re just so adorable !’’

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. ‘’’Adorable’ ? If you weren’t fast I would’ve burnt you !’’ But he only laughed. ‘’I’m a firefighter, it’s not a sneeze that will scare me !’’ The noise coming from the workshop made the other members of the 8th company look for what was going on -even if Maki had told them there was a new recruit already.

(Y/N) turned to look at everyone, and bowed. ‘’I’m (Y/N) (L/N) ! Nice to meet you all !’’ She smiled. ‘’Arthur Boyle ! A knight that would do anything for a princess !’’ The blonde immediately said, even though Sister Iris was about to speak. They all introduced themselves, until Shinra got cut off by a sneeze. He avoided it, but (Y/N) had already extinguish the flames she had created when the boy looked at where they were. ‘’Wow, you sneeze fire ?’’ He asked.

His question made Obi laugh, and that obviously embarrassed the girl, who only pouted. ‘’I spit fire. I usually control it well, but I’ve gotten a cold and now it’s all over the place.’’ Arthur raised an eyebrow. ‘’But nobody sneezes with their mouth ?’’ Obi laughed. ‘’Don’t worry, (Y/N) ! Arthur is not really on Earth with us, sometimes.’’

That said, he turned to the main addressee. ‘’And to answer your question, when you sneeze you actually make a tiny sound with your mouth. You make that sound with air, and that’s why (Y/N) is spitting fire when she sneezes, right ?’’ He turned to look at her when he mentioned her name, and she nodded.

It had been 1 month since (Y/N) got in the Fire Force, and by now, Obi could tell he was having a kind of crush on her. He felt dumb, for liking a girl and trying to make her see it, like he was a teenager. Even Maki had noticed his actions. ‘’Okay (Y/N), who do you prefer ! Shinra or Arthur ?’’ The girl jumped at Maki’s question. ‘’They’re not adults, Maki, I’ll feel weird if I answer that question.’’ Arthur pouted, while Shinra didn’t really care much.

Maki sighed. ‘’Oh, come on ! I’m 19 too, but I can tell which one I prefer !’’ (Y/N) giggled. ‘’Not in front of them !’’ The brunette thought for a minute, and then gasped. ‘’And between Captain Obi and our Commandant ?! They’re not here !’’ (Y/N) giggled once again, seeing her friend’s excitement. ‘’Captain Obi, I guess ? He’s much more friendly and he’s funny.’’ Maki raised her eyebrows, a smile on her face. ‘’And he’s handsome, right ?’’ Her friend blinked. ‘’I guess so, yeah ?’’

The brunette gasped. ‘’Do you have a crush on him ?!’’ (Y/N) jumped. ‘’Ah ?! I only answered your question ! You think he’s handsome too, but you don’t have a crush on him !’’ She didn’t expect to get cut off by Captain Obi himself.

‘’And who are we talking about ?’’ (Y/N) didn’t have time to think -she didn’t want him to know it was about him. ‘’Arthur !’’ The blonde felt quite glad that she said his name, even though he knew they weren’t talking about him at all. Obi scoffed. ‘’You’re quite lucky the girls find you handsome, Arthur !’’ The blonde nodded, proud. But the man couldn’t avoid (Y/N)’s red face. ‘’Why are you blushing ? Did I scare you ? Was I too close ?’’ He said, laughing. She only looked away, muttering ‘’kinda’’.

The next morning, (Y/N) was late, but Obi didn’t seem to care for the moment, since it was only 5 minutes right now. He was still doing acrobatics while training, and Maki rolled her eyes. ‘’It’s more to show off than anything else, is it ?’’ She asked, but still with a respectful tone. He chuckled. ‘’I like to flex, I can’t lie !’’ Then, he gave his recruits his orders, and (Y/N) finally showed up when everyone was gone. He stopped to do his acrobatics to talk to her more properly.

‘’Ahhh, so sorry, Captain ! I didn’t hear my alarm and since I’m alone in my dorm for the moment I don’t have another one !’’ He cut her off. ‘’No problem, you’ll just get a punishment. No big deal.’’ She started to panic. ‘’Am I getting more work ?!’’ He chuckled. ‘’Yeah, extra training.’’ She sighed, but she didn’t know he wasn’t done yet. ‘’We’re going to talk about ourselves while drinking tea !’’

She raised an eyebrow. ‘’That... doesn’t sound like a training.’’ Obi had a smile on his face, and it hadn’t faded yet. ‘’It’s a date !’’ (Y/N) blinked a few times. ‘’... Because I was late ?’’ Still his smile on. ‘’No, because I decided so ! And that very first day, you were sneezing fire and that was adorable !’’ He said, giving her a thumb up. She giggled. ‘’Hm... sure then, when ?’’

‘’Tonight, after everyone will be in their dorms. Nobody’s with you, nobody will notice you’re not there.’’ She chuckled, and was about to follow the orders he had given after he repeated them to her. ‘’Oh, and (Y/N) ? I know you weren’t talking about Arthur the other day.’’ That said, she turned red, and even if she wasn’t facing him anymore, she started to rush.

#fire force #enen no shouboutai #akitaru obi #obi akitaru #akitaru x reader #obi x reader #akitaru obi x reader #obi akitaru x reader #fire force x reader #enen no shouboutai x reader

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redspecialstardust · 5 years

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Always Look After You - Oneshot

(Freddie Mercury X Fem!Reader)

After an incident goes down with a pervy fan, the paparazzi do their best to attack you; Freddie doesn't take kindly to it (gifs not mine)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Ppl being turds, verbal sexual harassment, unwanted touching, Freddie getting angry

*Can be read as OG Freddie, or BoRap Freddie. Reader is a member of the band

It was worse than all of you had thought; without fail, just like everything else the band did, word got out about an incident---a bad incident. Last week after a gig at the Rainbow Theater, things got messy between you and a male fan. Usually when exiting a venue, Queen would just beeline for the limo, climb in and drive off.

But that night had gone extremely well concerning a great show and a positive turnout so all of you agreed to show a bit more appreciation towards the adoring audience. Once exiting the place, the band branched out to the roped off areas where the people were cheering over the fact that Queen was only feet away from them. It was going nicely too; countless autographs were signed as well as fun, friendly conversations with them. Just like each member, you also had those rabid fans who loved you completely for your talent and good looks.

Being a humble girl, kind comments often made you blush a bit, but nevertheless, concert after concert, the work on those electric violin solos of yours were gaining more and more attention every time. About twenty minutes in, you found yourself kind of floating amongst the crowd, smiling obliviously at all the positive attention for you and the boys, but it wasn't long before a man had caught your attention. He waved a bit, calling your name happily. So you naturally gravitated towards him and said a hello.

"Hello sir." You smiled.

"Hi (Y/N), wow it's great to meet you."

He had been nervously holding out an autograph book, which you kindly took and began to write your signature.

"Oh thanks, you too. Did you enjoy the show tonight?"

"Sure did, it was the best! And your violin skills are getting better all the time."

What a sweet guy.

"I appreciate that but honestly I think it was John who stole the show tonight."

He leaned in closer

"Well, between me and you, you're always the one to steal the show."

"Aww, well just make sure Freddie doesn't hear you say that." Both of you chuckled at the thought of Freddie getting jealous.

Afterwards, you handed him his pen and book back, intending to walk around a bit more but was suddenly stopped by his grip on your wrist. Okay, okay, no big deal, right? He probably just wanted to say one more thing and had to get your attention.

"Was there something else?" You asked, getting a bit uncomfortable.

His whole disposition seemed to evolve right in front of you and It was a little scary actually; his initially kind eyes almost went from cheery to maybe a bit dark, dare you say, hungry? His voice morphed too as it slightly purred, making your body freeze since you'd never had to deal with something like this before.

"How do you feel about getting out of here with me? I know a great club around here that's even 'clothing optional'. Judging by the way you move up there in those tight clothes, you're probably dying to let that gorgeous skin breathe."

Holy crap, this could not be happening. By this point he was even caressing your forearm, creating even more fearful adrenaline inside you; his grip had gotten tighter too. This may have been inappropriate, but the last thing you wanted was for everyone around you to see this esteemed band member 'attack' a fan; not at least without attempt possibly everything before going into defense mode. Why try fight when you could try flight, correct? Trying to maintain your composure, you stopped trying to pull away for a minute.

"U-uh, well, sorry sir, but I have a boyfriend."

You tried to get away again, but his fingers locked around you harder, and slowly pulled you closer.

"You what?! Who is it?!" His voice getting rather grating.

"That's not your business!"

"Is it one of them? You one of their whores?" He asked, nodding towards Freddie, Roger, John and Brian, who at the moment were totally unaware of what was happening just yards away. One of them you were seeing, but a whole you were not. At the time, you and Freddie had become an item only a few weeks ago, and chose to wait before announcing, just to make sure it was going anywhere for real. Only the other boys of Queen knew of this arrangement.

"Let go!" You shrieked, dropping all concern over the fact you were surrounded by fans, enough was enough! When you tried to get away again, he yanked you to his side, trying to cop a kiss. But before he could even pin your arm down to your waist, you immediately used it clock him on the side of his face over and over until he let go, and for good measure, kicked your boot to his crotch, and you kicked hard too.

The commotion was still very chaotic and people all over were panicking since your scream had been a kind of blind curveball to those minding their own business. The boys caught on to the madness erupting around them and saw you jumping back from where you were. All they knew was that it seemed you were in potential danger, and without having to exchange glances or words, all four of them corralled around you protectively, begging to know what happened.

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" John said, rubbing your shoulders.

You were still a little shaken.

"Y-yeah, I think so."

Brian and Roger quickly hugged you, trying to calm your obviously panicked vibe. But Freddie on the other hand, he marched right in front of you, with fear in his eyes.

"(Y/N) Darling, what happened? Are you hurt? Tell me!" He pleaded, cupping your face .

"That guy on the ground there; he...he grabbed me and he wanted me to go to a club with him. I tried to get away, but he wouldn't let go, so I hit him."

"He grabbed you?!" Rogee yelled.

"Did he hurt you?" Freddie repeated.

You held your arm up, showing them the slightly bloody nail scratches this perv left. It didn't hurt that much, but it left you scared for sure. No one had ever put their hands on you like that before. All of them gasped a bit at the minor injury. One of their own had been hurt, and that was not a light issue in the slightest. Especially not to Freddie, your very protective boyfriend. When he gawked at the wound, the shock from this began to turn to rage as he slowly turned and saw the culprit still trying to stand and recover from the nasty kick you gave him. The punches you landed may hurt, but it was nothing compared to the pain that the lead singer was about to inflict.

In the most unsubtle way, Freddie screamed and ran for the perv and tried to practically maul him right there, but the rest of the guys held him back; they didn't like you getting hurt either, but the last thing they needed was more physical violence going down right now.

"YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON HER?! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

One week later:

While you and the boys agreed to try to put that awful memory behind you, Freddie was still seething over the fact he didn't get to kick that guy's ass before being restrained. The press seemed to be quite hung up on it too, but the headlines didn't rule in your favorite at all. In fact, the victim in the scenario according to everyone else was that 'Poor man who just wanted to meet his favorite band'. No one knows how he did it, but in just seven short days, he had spread his version of the story all over the place and made it sound like it was you, the crazy hormonal female that went ape after he asked for an autograph.

Pictures in all the papers consisted of shots of you punching and throwing him to the ground in addition to Freddie lunging like a panther and screaming like a madman. Well he was mad--no, pissed that someone put his hands on you and for the most part, got away with it. The assault didn't stop there either. Queen was being sued all because you chose to defend yourself and it was an outrage.

To make things worse, a conference had been scheduled to talk about the new clothing line you and Freddie had collaborated on making, but with this under your belt, there's no way everyone there was gonna want to hear about yours and his original clothes. As you all anxiously stood in your green room, the pacing tension only seemed to increase. Freddie noticed your nervous self sitting depressed on the couch, and held you close to him, his lips lovingly pressed against your head.

He knew how scared you were and that you felt as if your career with Queen would be over. You didn't have to say it, but with him knowing you so well, he already figured you had considered leaving them so that the paparazzi would leave them alone.

"Don't even think about it." He wasn't about to lose contact with his love all because of some preposterous rumors.

"But Fred-"

"No 'buts' Darling; you're apart of the family and of my heart, so if you think for one second I'm going to allow these parasites to scare you away, then I'm ashamed."

The rest of them completely agreed. They loved you, and were more than willing to go through all the bad press. Thick and thin, Queen was going to stay together whether people liked it or not. As you looked up at the rest of them for reassurance, Brian tenderly smiled and put his hand out for you to grab. With your hand, you stretched out took it, feeling Roger and John hug you from left and right. The loyalty was astounding as most bands would have asked the elephant in the room to make itself scarce, but no, not with them. You sniffled out a thank you and felt your boyfriend complete the embracing circle; just then, Miami came out but quickly took a step back to let you all finish your moment.

"Miami?" Fred asked.

"They're uh, they're ready for you all."

Freddie nodded, motioning for everyone to follow him out there. As you all walked past Miami, he gently put his hand on your shoulder. The quiet gentleman was just as angry about this incident. Just like the boys were like his sons, you were like a daughter to him, and to see his daughter upset broke his heart.

"I'm terribly sorry this happened, (Y/N). Had I been there, me and Freddie would have both torn him apart."

"Thanks Jim."

The next thirty seconds of you walking out in front of all those reporters seemed to go into slo mo. The flashing camera, the judgemental expressions, the overlapping voices...be strong. All five band members cautiously sat, awaiting the inevitable. Brian calmly spoke up first and asked if anyone had any questions, and like it was a trigger word, the hurricane of one question on top of another, all from different voices made you shudder. Freddie sensed the fear, and carefully massaged your hand under the desk where no one could see.

For a while, the questions were surprisingly relevant to the clothing line. It seemed as if many of the journalists were also apprehensive about asking of a sensitive topic, which really helped you relax a bit. The calm coming over you also helped the guys to ease up as well.

"Who's idea was it to start the clothing line? (Y/N)s or Freddie's?"

"Well mine of course, my dear." Freddie boasted. "(Y/N) is very smart, but I'm still the brains of the operation."

You playfully shook your head, making the reporters laugh.

"(Y/N), which articles of clothing would you say is your strong point in designing?"

"Hmm. I think it'd have to be stylish shirts, along with accessories like scarves and hats, I've always got so many ideas for them."

"Has there been a lot of arguments over which designs should be kept and scrapped?"

"Oh it's no different than the boys arguing over music. But, before I can beat any sense into them, our manager, Miami holds me back." You chuckled.

"You mean just like how you beat that gentleman outside the theater last week?"

That question came out of nowhere so fast, it made you blank and stutter for a moment. Maybe using the word beat wasn't a good idea; you swear you didn't mean for all of this to start.

"I-I'm sorry?" You coyly asked.

"At the Rainbow Theater. You physically assaulted a fan after he asked for an autograph, is that true?"

"No, it isn't." And it begins...

"We have photographic evidence of you hitting him."

"I only hit him because---"

"Do you plan on taking any anger management classes?"

"I don't have any anger issues."

"He had a black eye and a cracked jaw along with severe damage to his privates."

"But he--"

"Did your parents used to beat you as a child?"

"M-my parents never put their hands on me."

"SHE'S LYING." A voice called from the crowd. It came out so loudly that everyone shut up immediately. When everyone in the room peered to the back, that same piece of crap who put his hands on you walked out of nowhere. His black eye was still dark as a shadow and his walk was definitely a bit crippled. Wow did you really hit him that hard? The boys all tensed and nearly growled at the scum before them.

"This whore is doing her best to hide her real self. All I wanted was an autograph, but then like a psycho, she wailed on me like a dog on raw meat."

"Liar!" Brian shouted

"Stop trying to defend your plaything, May. She's a monster and deserves punishment, I deserve compensation! Tell me (Y/N), who do you plan on attacking next? Another woman? a child maybe?"

Your chest began to unevenly breathe as your heart pounded; a panic attack was definitely coming on, and Freddie could feel the sweat forming on the palm he was rubbing. You wanted more than anything to tell them the real story, but all your thoughts were racing way too fast. Before you knew it, the cameras all began to flash in unison again and the constant questions poured while the accuser kept pointing and calling you every possible derogatory word. Freddie glanced at you and saw no difference between your fear or a deer staring into headlights. He felt your palm go limp as you began to dissociate and he couldn't stay calm anymore.

The king of Queen sprang to his feet and bellowed as loudly as possible.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Once again, it went quiet and all attention went to him. John saw how frightened you were and gently led you back to the green room.

"Do you all want the real story? I'll give you the real story! We were all there. This sorry excuse of a man put his hands on one of my bandmates. She showed clear as day that she didn't want to be touched, and then he gripped her and tried to force himself on her. She acted upon self defense, and what he got was even less than he deserved. This pissflap deserves to go to prison and be made into every convict's girlfriend!"

Fred reached into his pocket, pulling out a polaroid photo.

"This photo...contains proof of the damage he inflicted on her. He grabbed her so tightly against her will that it left scratches and made her bleed! This man is no victim, he's a roach beneath my shoe...a roach that I'll make sure he wished was still hiding under the fridge he crawled out of!"

The journalists were writing everything down, transfixed on this side of the story they'd never heard. Was this true? Was Freddie trying to cover his friend's crime? Roger saw the doubt on everyone's faces and when your aggressor scoffed, he

the drummer snatched the photo from Freddie and handed it to Miami, whispering something in his ear. The manager nodded and kindly gave it to a photographer. The Polaroid began to get passed around, tension growing and judging faces now pointing to this man. They could tell the arm in the photo was definitely yours because you'd been wearing your signature zodiac bracelet; something you never went without.

"Now if you'll all excuse me, I have a girl to check on." Freddie announced.

As the band headed back, the journalists had already begun swarming the culprit. It seemed their work was done.

You were still shaking on the couch, and that loving boyfriend of yours wrapped his jacket around your shoulders.

"Let's go home." He whispered.

Without any fight, your feet stood with his and walked out with him, only upon going outside, he moved his jacket from your shoulders, to covering your head. He didn't want anyone in the press to see you upset, nor want you to see that idiot in the window. The limo was already waiting, and once you two piled in, he told the driver to return to Garden Lodge.

Freddie was still holding you tight, rubbing your back.

He kissed your head.

"I want this to be over, Freddie."

"It's alright my Love. I showed them the picture and told the whole story. I don't think it's quite over yet, but I think most will know you're innocent."

Your heart lightened at that. It was truly a relief knowing that your honor meant everything to him.

"Now what?" You sniffled.

"We go home. We get into our pajamas. And we binge watch all the comedies we can find, because I want to see you smile."

And just as he promised, you and Freddie spent the rest of the day cuddling on the couch with you, under a pile of blankets and of course, his cats.

THE END

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hinshinotsuki · 4 years

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🖤 Switched 🖤

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(F/N) watched as the new recruits train with their assigned Squad Leaders.

And the (F/N) from their world, being AWOL, had to be replaced by a balding Squad Leader named Ness. He was tasked by the Commander to train and brief (F/N)'s new recruits regarding the next sortie.

Her eyes widened as she saw them get on their horses to participate on the scouting exercise. She had never seen such a scene, and she was compelled to take out her phone to whip up some dashing photos of the "Old - World Soldiers" in action. But, then, a short reminder from Hange stopped her from even taking her gadget out of her pocket.

"You must never take your phone out on public, nor use it in front of others." Hange explained to her last evening before going out. "Also, you must keep your act as (F/N)'s twin."

"When will you be back?" she asked.

"Tomorrow, at the latest. See you, (F/N)!"

(F/N) sighed. She slid her phone back into her pocket unceremoniously and continued watching the others train. And, as she did this, she got noticed by Jean, the same teenager from the canteen the other day. He's wearing his uniform this time and not his apron. To appear as pleasant and as friendly as she could, she smiled and waved at him, which only made him even more suspicious. She got a bit nervous as he went towards her.

What to do? What to do? What to do? thought (F/N) hysterically as Jean went closer and closer to her. Okay, girl. Relax,...

"Hey, there." Jean said, his lips forming a quite charming smile.

"Hi." she answered.

"So," Jean began. "Your twin sister, she really couldn't make it to the sortie, yes?"

"Oh, I'm afraid to say so, but, yes." she said, managing a decent conversation with him.

But, then, things were bound to get complicated from then on.

"You know, she never once mentioned that she has a beautiful sister." Jean said, his smile ever so dashing.

Was this teenager flirting with me? "Is that so?"

"Yeah. But, then again, she never tells us things, anyway. She just orders people around. She's actually worse than the Captain, really." Jean said, then laughed.

(F/N) had to get along and forced a chuckle, which sounded a bit off, considering her current mood.

"Oh! I forgot to ask your name."

"It's (N/N)." (F/N) answered, offering her nickname and remembering what Hange said about concealing her real identity.

"Nice to meet you, (N/N)."

"You, too."

As (F/N) was about to take Jean's outstretched hand, he was called by one of his comrades, who looked far larger and intimidating than the rest of the new recruits.

"Jean, we have to go back to training!" his comrade called. He had blonde hair and a strong - looking square jaw.

"A second, Reiner!" Jean said to him. He faced (F/N) and displayed his smile once more. "So, see you later at lunch, then."

"Okay, go. Or else, your friend will get mad."

"Reiner? Oh, he's not - "

"JEAN!"

"OKAY!"

The smooth teen waved at her and rejoined his group. And at the thought of his slick moves, (F/N) had to giggle. She just couldn't help but think of his modern counterpart who was so different than him.

But, what (F/N) really noticed was the look this Reiner person gave her. Did he just scowl at her? Or, maybe it was just her over - active imagination?

She was still thinking about it a few hours later during lunch. In fact, she was so deep in thought that she, at first, didn't notice the fully grown, bearded man behind her, who kept sniffing her hair.

And, the moment she did, she literally screamed, making the whole cafeteria silent, drawing people's eyes, and undivided attention, towards her.

However, that did not stop the man from sniffing her. And when he finally stopped and grunted like he was truly satisfied, her instinct told her to take the fork and gouge his eyes with it. She really was considering doing it, if it weren't for the stunning female officer who told everyone to go back to their own business and waved the man away like it was nothing.

"Sorry about that." the female officer apologized, taking a seat beside her. "That's Squad Leader Mike Zacharius. He sniffs people he sees for the first time, then grunts."

"Why would he do that?!" (F/N) asked, still calming her senses.

"It's just a habit of his. Don't worry. He's actually quite harmless." the woman was about to eat when her eyes lit up in excitement. "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nanaba, one of the Squad Leaders here."

Do people here always forget to introduce themselves? "(N/N)."

"Nice to meet you, (N/N). Actually, I was told by the Commander to accompany you while Hange is away."

"Where did she go?" (F/N) asked as she accidentally took a bite off the hard bread, just like the other day.

"The old SC HQ. She met up with the Special Operations Squad. She said it was for experiment purposes." Nanaba said as she took a bite off the hard bread, as well.

"Oh." (F/N) uttered as she watched the stunning woman eat her almost tasteless food like it was the most delicious thing in the whole wide world.

They're Soldiers. Why would they settle for this kind of food? (F/N) wondered as she began eating, only to realize that almost all of the occupants of the room, including Jean, were all staring at her. Feeling her cheeks heating up, she looked away and pretended she did not see their curious faces.

"Don't mind them. They're just curious about you." Nanaba whispered, then smiled. "Who knew (F/N) had a well - bred sister?"

"She really never tells you things?" (F/N) asked, wanting to know more about her counterpart through Nanaba.

"Oh, yes. She only ever tells them to Hange, or Levi, when they're still, you know,..."

"Okay." (F/N) answered, confirming that her counterpart and the Levi here did have a relationship. "Why did they break up?"

"She never told you about it?" Nanaba asked, surprised.

"Well, she never tells me things." (F/N) said, making a quick getaway.

"I don't know the full details, but," Nanaba began. And in an even lower voice, she said, "After their breakup, Levi seemed off. Like, for a full month. But, who knows how? Maybe longer? I don't really know."

"How off?" (F/N) whispered, lowering her head.

"He seemed grumpier than usual."

"And my sister?"

"She looked normal, actually. Like nothing ever happened, at all."

So, she was the one who broke up with Levi in this world. I have to ask Hange for that later on. "Oh, I see."

"But, enough about her! I want to know more about you." Nanaba said, smiling earnestly at her.

"Oh, there's nothing to know about me." (F/N) said, then smiled.

"But, surely! How come you seem more reserved than her?"

(F/N) laughed at this. "Is that what you mean by saying I'm well - bred? Actually, no. I'm just like anybody else. I'm normal."

"And smaller, at that."

"Oh." (F/N) uttered, then looked down on the clothes she borrowed from her counterpart. They really looked big on her.

Does this mean that she's bigger here?! "I, ahh - "

"I know!" Nanaba said, her face lighting up in excitement. "Let's borrow some clothes from my new recruit. I'm pretty sure she's the same size as you."

"Really? Thank you!"

"Christa?" Nanaba said, calling for a petite, blonde girl sitting not far from where they were. The girl heard her name being called and stood up.

"Squad Leader?" the girl squeaked. Aww, she's so cute,...

"Can you come over here for a second, please?"

(F/N) watched in amusement as the girl, who was more suited to be called well - bred, went over to their side.

"(N/N), this is my new recruit, Christa Lenz." Nanaba introduced the girl. "She's from the 104th, just like those guys who kept staring at you for a full hour,..." They all looked at the place that Nanaba was gesturing and found several adolescent males, including Jean, himself, staring at (F/N), then looking away with cheeks red with embarrassment. Nanaba laughed and went on. "Christa, this is (N/N), (F/N)'s sister."

"Oh, pleased to meet you, Miss (N/N)." Christa said and smiled. She really looked like an angel.

"You, too, Christa."

"I have a favor to ask." Nanaba said.

A few minutes later, they found themselves on the female recruits' dormitories. Nanaba and (F/N) were waiting for Christa, and when she finally came, she was holding a full set of fresh clothing.

"I'm so sorry," Christa began. "But, these are the most decent ones I have." she said, then handed the clothes to (F/N).

"Ah, that's alright, Christa." (F/N) told her. She really felt that they were going to be the best of friends. "I'm the needy one here."

"What are we waiting for? Try them on, (F/N)!" Nanaba half - urged, half - ordered with a huge, sisterly smile on her face.

And that's when things got five times more complicated than earlier. For, when (F/N) walked out of the dormitory towards the training grounds, wearing Christa's clothes, things went completely haywire, especially for the male population.

"... and, so, we make a full circle around the Forest of Giant Trees, and,... what in the actual - ?!" Ness, the new Squad Leader for (F/N)'s team, stopped talking, dropping his chalk and making a complete fool of himself.

"Jean, don't go easy on me! For crying out loud, don't treat me like I'm an id - whoah!" Jean's sparring partner, a teen with a booze cut, completely lowered his guard, enabling Jean to utterly throw him off the ground.

Faces got punched. Horses got forcefully halted. Boxes got dropped on unsuspecting feet. The whole world abruptly stopped.

For, there, right before their very eyes,...

... was the actual, same girl they never knew they'd ever meet,...

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mrsedmercer · 5 years

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Steamy Love (A Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 20: ~Together~

Summary: Now that you're sleeping in Tom's room, the guest room is open. Time to see a good friend, but not before Tom gets his fix.

Warnings: *Slight lemon thrown in at the beginning.

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word count: 1'920

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The first week of you and Tom publically being together was a rather amusing, yet positive one. Tumblr was still not over the public kiss, and your best friend certainly wasn't over the fact that you were in the same house as him, never mind sharing a bed.

"How long have you been sleeping in his room?" Your friend asked through your headphones, currently in a Discord call with them.

"Couple weeks now, really.." You smiled somewhat. "The other room is just kind of the guest room now.."

"Well, now I have a reason to visit for a week!" Your friend spoke in a happy tone. You'd really like for them to come down, actually. While you enjoyed the friends you were making here, you missed (BF/N).

"I can talk to Tom about it when he gets home, if you really want to come down." You gave a soft smile. Tom had gone out for Betrayal related business, so you were home alone.

"Does it feel weird referring to him?" Your friend asked curiously.

"Kind of, even after the last couple days.." You chuckled. "I don't even like using his last name. It feels to official and professional, like its a stage name.."

"It's his real last name, right?" They asked.

"Yes, of course it's his real last name. It's just, like...I call him Tom or Thomas or Big Dog, but if I use his full name, it's like I'm talking to a completely different person."

"It's like you're one of those female interviewers that just endlessly hit on him throughout the whole interview." Your friend joked, immedietly getting you to laugh.

"That's so accurate!" You laughed.

"Right?" Your friend laughed along with you.

After the long chat with your friend, Tom returned home with a couple pages of paper and some groceries he had decided to grab while he was out. You met him in the kitchen and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek before helping him put some stuff away.

"How was the meeting?" You asked him, seeing the little smile on his face.

"We've made quite a big decision, but I'm excited for it." Tom admitted, his smile growing. "We'll be performing at the Harold Pinter for a couple months."

"Ooh, starting when?" You asked, getting his help with some of the top shelf stuff in the cupboards.

"March." He replied. That was rather convenient. You and Tom are supposed to wrap up filming just before Feburary for this film, so that gives him a nice little break before going back to work. That'll also give you two a chance to spend some real, quality time together. It already sounded wonderful.

"The theatre is back at home.." Tom smiled. "Will be nice, being able to sleep in my own bed."

"Bet you miss your dog, eh?" You smiled, getting a soft smile returned from him.

"I do." Tom nodded. "He's a good boy."

It didn't really occur to you now what him going back home meant. While you've come together now, your real homes are in different countries. Different timezones. When the time comes for you both to return home, would the relationship really last?

"Speaking of missing, I was wondering if my friend could come down for a couple days next week?" You asked, sitting up on the counter once all of the groceries had been put away.

"That's...(BF/N), right?" Tom asked, leaning against the counter somewhat beside you.

"Yeah! It's just...I haven't seen them in a while. They're super chill. They're not gonna freak out when they see you." You smiled, making Tom chuckle slightly.

"I'm not against it. This is your home, as well as mine.." He replied, moving more to be in between your slight open legs. "Though, it may be hard to keep my hands off you while they're here.."

You smirked, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. "That just sounds like something you'll have to deal with, big dog." You teased, getting a grin from Tom.

"Then you won't mind if I take you up against this very counter, right now?" He offered, your smirk turning into a rather surprised, and nervous gaze.

"Ah--" You chuckled nervously. "Th-That's s-so sudden."

"Mm. Maybe.." Tom hummed. "But if I won't get to ravish you for nearly a week, I should...feed my cravings while I still can.."

You liked the tone in his voice. He was rather friskier than you imagined.

*************Lemon lol****************

Next thing you knew, you were up against the kitchen counter, facing away from the much taller male with your trousers and your panties in between your legs, Tom's body pressed up against you from behind. His hips grinded up against yours with his length sliding in and out of you at the perfect pace, his low moans let out in your left ear. You never thought this position could be done well, but Tom definitely knew what he was doing. You could feel his pleasant heavy breathing on your neck, feeling him nip at your ear and cling onto your neck, his strong hands holding you up some.

In just a few moments, he finished deep inside you, a sudden loud moan escaping him as he tensed up against you. The warm feeling made you release a bit as well, a weak whimper leaving your lips. He carefully pulled out of you, somewhat relaxing against you. A little snicker escaped him. "F-Fuck, I can't get enough of you.." He panted, carefully helping him turn you so he could pull you into a deep kiss. You gave a warm little smile, cupping his cheeks and kissing him back. God, this relationship was both like a porn video and a genuine rom-com romance rolled in together.

************K ur good it's done************

You made sure to mention it to your friend the next day that they would be able to come visit, definitely not mentioning what had happened in the kitchen. In the next couple days, you helped them find the perfect driving route and entertained them as best as you could as they updated you on they're little road trip to you. Eventually, near the end of the weekend, your friend arrived at your front door. You greeted them with a big hug. You really missed them. You haven't seen them in months.

"Hey!" You smiled happily, pulling them into a big hug. "What's uuuuuuppp?"

"Heeeyyyyy!" Your friend chuckled, pulling back after a moment. "It's been too long, girl!"

You heard Tom come around the corner to see who had arrived, seeing you and your friend greet each other. When your friend pulled back from you, they noticed Tom, kind of taking a moment.

"Oh God, hi." They chuckled, placing a hand on their chest.

"You promised not to freak out." You pointed at your friend, giving them a disapproving, but playful look. That got a little chuckle from Tom.

"I'm not freaking out." Your friend gave a slight nervous smile. "You cannot get mad at me for needing a moment. Do you see who's in your living room?"

"Yes. My boyfriend." You chuckled, looking back at Tom. "My scruffy little man."

"He is getting a little scruffy, actually." Your friend pointed out, pointing at him with a friendly smile.

"Ah. Thank you for noticing." Tom smiled, stroking the facial hair that had begun to grown around his mouth and along his jaw. His hair was even starting to grow and curl up at the back of his head. It looked really nice.

Tom walked up to meet your friend as they got their shoes off, holding his hand out.

"Hello, I'm Tom.." He greeted them, though they already knew his name.

"I'm (BF/N)!" They chirped, politely shaking Tom's hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Tom smiled. "A good friend of (Y/N)'s is a good friend of mine.."

Your friend couldn't help but smile brightly. They were probably a bigger fan of Tom than you were, before you became close with him. I mean, you didn't even recognize him when you first met.

"Let me show you your room!" You spoke to your friend, helping them with their bags as you led them to the guest room. Once you were both inside, your friend closed the door

"Girl, you get to wake up to that?" Your friend spoke in a soft tone, wanting to stay quiet.

You chuckled. "I know. He's so hot.." You agreed. "I still can't believe it sometimes.."

"Holy shit.." Your friend fanned themselves comedically, making you laugh. "Is he growing all that hair out? For real?"

"He said he wanted to change up his style. I really like it." You nodded, helping your friend go through their luggage so they could take out anything they needed later without having to go digging for it.

One of your friend's favourite hobbies is photography. In fact, Another reason why they came down was to find some nice sight seeing areas. Maybe she'd even take some pictures of you. Or, better yet, of Tom.

"I really wonder how long it'll all grow." You spoke, still talking about his hair.

"He kinda likes to change it up every now and then, eh?" Your friend smiles, getting up to help you with their photography equipment. You gave a soft nod. "He's been getting a lot of compliments whenever he joins my streams. He really likes the chat."

"I watched a video that were, like, stream highlights of you two. Y'all are cute."

"We really are.." You nodded with a big smile. "He's great. I honestly feel like he makes me feel things that I've never really expected to feel in my whole life..."

In more ways than one.

"Oooh, think you're falling for him?" Your friend asked with a playful little push. You gave a soft, bashful laugh.

While you knew they were being playful, hearing the question aloud actually gave you a strange feeling in your stomach.

You haven't thought about it much, but you've been with Tom for nearly 2 months now. You spend plenty of time together on and off set, you make mad amounts of love nearly every day and you feel genuinely cared for. He's treated you like royalty lately, and you've truly never felt or seen this level of devotion and passion in a relationship before. Not Ever. Not until now.

"I'm..." You paused for a minute, giving a soft smile. "We haven't really gotten there yet, but...I really care about him."

Your friend returned the smile. "Well, y'all are cute. That's all that matters right now." Your friend replied, focusing all of the attention on their luggage for a little longer.

"Yo, (Y/N)?" Your friend suddenly spoke up again after a couple minutes.

"Yeah?" You looked at them, raising a brow.

"What the hell is 'Leg Day'?" They asked, looking rather confused.

Your cheeks immedietly got a little pink. You had remembered in the last live stream you did with Tom, he mentioned the infamous High-Rise 'Leg Day' inside joke you two had created in regards to the first love scene where Laing lifts Charlotte's legs up. He had referenced the joke while talking about how Zero Suit Samus fights in Smash Bros. Ultimate. He didn't explain it, though, keeping the inside joke as an inside joke.

"Umm.." You paused again. You really weren't sure how to explain it, or even if you should explain it. It was a bit...personal.

"Well...it's..."

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Can you write an angst fic where Rika is back with the rfa but with malice intentions. The rfa members didn't realised it (especially Jumin, because he still has feelings for her) but mc knew better. Rika felt threatened by mc and tries to kill her off. Jumin realise it but was too late? I'll leave the ending to you ^_^ loving your writings by the way dearest ♥♥♥

I’m glad you love my writing and I hope the writing that came out before filled the void until your request was done and posted… I’m so so SOOOOOO SORRY that this took so long to post and write please spare me T_T

I hope this is to your liking, please enjoy~

Tittle: Rika Comes Back

*TW: Kidnapping, Mentions of drugging, abuse, starvation, dehydration and blood!!!*

Rika has entered thechatroom

707: Wait…

ZEN: No way…

Jaehee Kang: It can’tbe

Rika: It’s so good tobe back! ^^

I’m sitting in Rika’s apartment doing something, anything, to keep myself away from theRFA chatroom. What’s the point of going on if you won’t even be acknowledged?Answer, there is none.

Last night, all of the RFA were on the messenger, excludingmyself, talking about the upcoming party that’s being held in a week’s time,when all of a sudden Rika, yes, the deadRika, logged onto the chatroom. Automatically, something didn’t sit right withme. When I joined the RFA 5 days ago, I was informed that a year and a halfago, Rika had killed herself by jumping into the sea, off a cliff. No one should be able to survive that. No one. So, there being a dead girlbeing alive means somethings up. Her “reason” for being away was that she wason a trip in the southern states of the USA for that time, seeing sites andenjoying the warmth that the states provided.

There’s one other thing that has me avoiding RFA and that’sbecause I’m not the party coordinator anymore. Last night everyone justwelcomed Rika with open arms and then she offered to take the job back sinceshe was there now and that she can now do it. And guess what! Yep! They justgave it to her, no ‘Hey (Y/N) is that okay with you?’ or ‘As long as (Y/N)doesn’t mind…’. Nope V just down right typed:

V: I don’t see whynot.

V: I mean, the job isyours after all.

V: Who else would beable to do it?

And everyone agreed with that last comment. It just reallyhurts that I was forgotten so easily, but I can sort of understand. Rika holdsa special place in their hearts and me? I’m just a stranger.

But, me being a stranger won’t change the fact that hersudden appearance is fishy. I have an advantage in this situation, I don’t knowwho Rika was, therefore I don’t hold Rika in my heart so I can’t be blinded bymy “love” for her. There are just so many flaws in this whole situation that itautomatically points to something bad. I don’t know the full extent of what itis or who will be involved, but I know one thing for sure, it involves Rika andsomething bad will happen. I just have a gut feeling and my gut is never wrong.

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ZEN: I wonder where(Y/N) is…. She hasn’t been on the messenger for a while now.

Jumin Han: Yes, youare quite right.

Yoosung: You don’t think the hacker got her do you!

Rika: Hacker?

Jumin Han: Yes, ahacker sent (Y/N) to the RFA.

(Y/N) has entered thechatroom

ZEN:(Y/N)!!! You’rehere!

ZEN: Where have youbeen!?

(Y/N): Busy. Why?

Jumin Han: Well, youhave been absent from the chatroom for some time.

(Y/N): Oh…

(Y/N): Well, don’tworry^^

Rika: Hello (Y/N) it’snice to finally meet you^^

(Y/N): Like wise.

Rika: Also, and Idon’t mean to be rude, but can you leave my apartment?

Rika: I just wouldlike to move back in so I can do my job a little better then from where I amright now.

“How the hell did she know I was at her apartment? No onementioned it in a chatroom so…” I mumble to myself. She just keeps getting moreand more suspicious by the second. Still, I can’t let her know I’m onto her…

(Y/N): Oh! Sure, whendo you want me out by?

Rika: ASAP

Rika: The sooner thebetter.

Rika: Thank you for understanding!^^

(Y/N): It’s not a problem!

(Y/N): I should gonow, got some stuff to do ^^

(Y/N): See ya!

(Y/N) has left thechatroom

I turn to look at Rika’s apartment, I didn’t really bringanything here with me, my only belongings being my phone, charger, earbuds,some clothes, hair brush along with a toothbrush and toothpaste so moving outshouldn’t be too hard for me to do. But first, I’m going to see just how Rikaknew I took up residence in her apartment.

Messages - Rika

(Y/N): Hey Rika?

Rika: Yes?

(Y/N): How did youknow that I was in your apartment?

Rika: Jumin told melast night on the chat

(Y/N): Oh, ok!

Rika: Why?

(Y/N): I was justcurious ^^

(Y/N): I need go,Thank you~! ^^

(Y/N) is offline

Liar. The chat shows no mention of me staying here at theapartment. She’s lying. Why didn’t she just tell me the truth?

What are you hidingRika?

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Okay, somethings up. Something is definitely not right withRika and other weird things are happening too. For example, I find that whereever I go, there are always these cloaked people watching me. It’s creepy.Also, Rika has been really friendly with everyone else, especially Jumin, butnot so much to me. Now, I’m not one to stoop to her level but, I’m one to stoopto her level. Text after text, call after call, it seems like just one bigfight between us, both acting innocent in it all. I spot like 15 cloaked peopleone day and as soon as I got home, Rika texted me ‘How are you doing? I heard you went out today, nothing weird happenedright?’ Of course, I lied saying nothing happened. Why would I tell thesuspicious person something suspicious happened to me when said person sent asuspicious text? You just don’t. Also, right around when Rika came back, Zenand Jaehee received weird emails about paradiseand a world of no pain. The emailhad a name of where it originated from, MintEye. Sounds like a cult name, I know.

The party’s in 4 days my goal isto expose her before then. Whatever it is, I just need to find a few morepieces of the puzzle. My phone makes a ding,signalling that a chatroom has opened. Swiping the notification to theright, I open the RFA messenger app and with one glance I can see that all themembers are on, even V. I decide to join just because I feel like it but wait alittle before, just to observe.

Rika: 4 days!! I can’t wait ^^

Rika: It’s going to be just like old times!

Jumin Han: Yes, you are right Rika.

Jaehee Kang: I, as well, am excited about this. I really missed doingthis and I am sure everyone else can agree.

Yoosung: Yeah!

Yoosung: It’s all thanks to Rika that we can do another party.

Yoosung: She was the one to send emails! ^^

707: Um…

707: Yoosung, you know (Y/N) was the whole reason we started to planthe party, right?

707: She started the emails and actually did more than half of theemails.

Rika: She did?

707: Yeah, where is she anyway.

ZEN: I talked to her a few days ago

V: Luciel…

707: I’m on it

707 has left the chatroom

ZEN: She’s ok, right?

Jumin Han: We will know in a moment.

707 has entered the chatroom

707: She’s in the apartment, looking at the camera.

707: She also doesn’t look to good, maybe mad or maybe sad?

Well, he’s not wrong. I amlooking at the camera and I don’t have the happiest look on my face either. Ilook back down at my phone and find that Seven forced-joined me into thechatroom.

ZEN: What’s wrong (Y/N)?

Yoosung: Yeah, Seven said you look sad or mad.

(Y/N): Well, it’s a mixture of the two along with frustration.

Jaehee Kang: Is there anything we can do?

Jumin Han: Yes, you know the RFA are here for you.

V: Did we do something or is it personal?

(Y/N): It’s hard to explain but-

“The special security system hasbeen deactivated,” a female voice states. That’sweird…

V: (Y/N)?

(Y/N): What’s a special security system and what happens if it’sdeactivated?

707: Don’t leave the apartment.

707: Doesn’t matter what happens, under no circumstances do you leavethat apartment!

707 has left the chatroom

Jumin Han: Listen to Luciel (Y/N)

ZEN: Is (Y/N) okay!?

ZEN: Hey, Trustfund Kid answer me!

Rika: The special security system is something I asked Luciel toinstall for protection of the classified information that is stored at myapartment and when it is deactivated, nothing is protected.

Rika: So, anything can be opened and it won’t sense that there issomeone touching something they are not suppose to be touching.

Wait… Perfect…

Now that it’s deactivated I canlook through the drawers and see if she’s hiding something. I honestly don’twant to but it’s her fault for acting suspicious. I head over to her desk firstand look at anything that’s on top of it.

Nothing

There is a total of four drawersthat I could be opened. I start with the top drawer on the right of the deskand try to open it. Locked, damn. Andalso, very suspicious! I quickly look around for something that I could useto bust open it with and once I settle on something I grab it and smash itagainst the drawer. After the second blow I put all my strength into the thirdone. Third times the charm, right? Ideliver the blow and the drawer pops open and when I drop the item I used tobust it open and look in, I’m shocked.I take a quick picture and go back to the chatroom to confront Rika about this.

(Y/N): RIKA!

(Y/N): Please explain why you have things related to the strange emailsfrom a couple days ago!

Rika: I don’t know what you are taking about…

ZEN: What’s going on?

V: (Y/N), calm down

(Y/N): No! I knew something was up with you.

Jumin Han: YOU WENT IN RIKA’S STUFF!

(Y/N): That’s besides the point.

(Y/N): I want to hear her explanation.

Jumin Han: That’s enough

Jumin Han: I’ve known Rika basically my whole life, she was obviouslyframed.

Yoosung: Yeah!

Jumin Han: I don’t know what you are trying to prove (Y/N), but I thinkyou should leave.

Jumin Han: You don’t know Rika the way I do and if you can’t trust her,why should I trust you?

(Y/N): You can not be telling me you didn’t find Rika appearing sosuddenly was not in the slightest way suspicious?

(Y/N): I mean, V said that she committed suicide by jumping off acliff!

(Y/N): Unless V lied…

Jumin Han: I SAID ENOUGH!

Jumin Han: Stop interrogating my friends.

Jumin Han: You should really just leave.

(Y/N): But-

I am cut off by the lights goingout and hearing the door open and the window crashing. In the door way, Rikastands there with an evil looking smile. I whip my head around to look whathappened to the window. There stood another person, a male, with white hair andwhat looked liked pink tips; as well as piercing mint green eyes. He waswearing dark clothing buy I was able to make out a blood red tank top and atattoo of some sort that’s just being shown on his right arm. His right jacketsleeve was also hanging around his arm instead of it being worn properly on hisshoulder.

I look back down to my phone,about to text the messenger for help only to find that my screen is full ofcode and is coloured neon green and black,

“Oh, it’s useless now princess~”the male specks, a smirk obvious in his voice; his voice is also slightlydisoriented. Why, I have no clue, must be a mask of some sort but it’s too darkto be 100% sure. I start to back away from him as he starts to move forwardtowards me when suddenly a pair of thin arms wrap themselves around my form.I’m taken aback by surprise just long enough for the guy that came through thewindow to stand in front of me and press a cloth that’s just drenched inchloroform. Within a minute my consciousness starts to slip and right before Igo under the man says something that sends chills down my spine.

“Sweet dreams princess~ See yousoon~”

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Cold, hard ground.

That’s the first thing I registerwhen I wake up, the cold, hard ground I lay on. When I finally find thestrength to open my eyes I’m met with a room that is deprived of light. In theroom sits a beat-up bed that looks like it could fall apart if even a fingergrazes it and… that’s it… T_T Well, apart from the door, that’s it.

I try to stand up so I could bangat the door and yell at them to let me out but that’s quickly proven impossiblebecause I find that my wrists and ankles are chained to the wall. Just great I think to myself. Well,someone must have been near by because after I settled back down and my chainstopped clanging together, my practicallycell door opened to reveal the man who crashed through the window. How did he even do that?! The apartment wason the 14th floor!?

The man has this smirk on hisface that just voices that trouble is near. He takes long strides over to meuntil his face is mere inches from mine, our noses almost touching. I put on mybravest face I can but its obviously not very convincing because he just startsto laugh hysterically at me in my face.

“You’re scared princess, don’ttry to hide it, it looks good on you after all~,” the man winks and lets out asmall chuckle before continuing, “you were so close to exposing my Savior andI along with our plan, but I’m glad we could stop you before anything badhappened. This is your new home, away from those filthy liars, especially thetwo men, V and Luciel. Once we fulfill our plan, everyone will be at peace.”

There’s this pleasant smile,albite small, but one is still there, but it’s gone just as fast as itappeared. The mysterious man turns to leave but I quickly speak to get hisattention and not let him leave just yet, “Wait! What plan? Who’s this‘Savior’? Why are the RFA ‘liars’? What do you have against V and Seven?” Allthese questions are in a hurricane inside my head at the information justpresented moments ago. While I wait for him to answer my questions, even onewould be amazing, all I get is a chuckle and his head shaking.

“All in do time princess, all indo time”

He turns once more to the door,but I, not satisfied with what I got as an answer, yell one more question tothe white and pink haired man. “At least tell me your name. Please.” He stopsin his tracks and turns to face me again, opening his mouth to respond.

“Saeran. My name is Saeran.”

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707 has joined the chatroom

707: GUYS!

707: Somethings wrong with the CCTV footage at Rika’s apartment.

707: It was tampered with… (Y/N) could be in trouble…

V: Oh no…

707: Did anything weird happen with (Y/N) recently?

Jumin Han: She said she found something linking to the strange email inRika’s apartment.

Jumin Han: She also sent a photo.

Jumin Han: I got upset with her because she was pointing fingers atRika and V

Jumin Han: Then she abruptly left the chatroom.

707: How long ago?

V: About 5 minutes ago

707: Damn…

V: Luciel, I need to call you about something.

707: Okay, talk soon.

V has left the chatroom

707: has left the chatroom

Jumin Han: Please, be alright (Y/N)

Jumin Han has left the chatroom

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It feels like years when it’sonly been weeks. It doesn’t end, the beating, the drugging, being starved anddehydrated… when will this nightmare end? I hope it will soon.

RFA… where ever you are, please… save me!

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Weeks pass, Rika has disappearedthe same day (Y/N) did and Seven has been battling non-stop to try and figureout what happened to (Y/N) at Rika’s apartment. Anytime he’s close to gainingaccess to the corrupted feed, more codes for him to hack appear. Who ever tookher really doesn’t want to be found. Jumin is going along with V to theapartment to try and find clues themselves; since Luciel is busy and can’t gohimself. Jumin wasn’t actually going to go with V at first but with some minorguilt with how they last interacted he felt like he needed to help out.

Upon entering the apartment onething stands out to the two men: thewindow was smashed open. That’s the first thing that was inspected, andwhat was found was spine chilling.

There was blood.

While, yes, it was only a coupledroplets, it’s still blood one way or another. Along with the exit being found there was also a rag on the ground. Theydon’t sniff it though, they’re not stupid, only stupid enough to pick it up.There was one more thing, the drawer.Yes, that drawer, the one (Y/N) claimed there being something to link Rika tothe weird emails. V takes the contents out of it and places it on top of thedesk, inspecting along with Jumin every piece of content they could look at.

There were blueprints to abuilding that’s a 5 hour drive away, there was a planner with the tags RFA andME stuck to it as well as a piece of cardstock with what looks like thecontents of an invitation

Meetthe people who will love you forever.Attend the endless party

Don’tyou want to escape from this filthy world?This is an invitation to paradise.

Are you suffering from your past?We will help the pain go away.

A world filled with pleasure…A world filled with truth…A world with no tears…A world with no rejections…

Accept the angel’s invitation.

Magenta,Where everyone is happy…

V takes out his phone and snapspictures of everything to send to Luciel. While, yes, it means more work forthe already stressed out hacker, it’s still information that will lead tofinding the MIA party coordinator. When every nook and cranny are looked over,V and Jumin head out of the apartment, hoping to find a lead to finding theirlost and endangered friend.

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Finally! A lead!

After receiving the informationthat V sent from the apartment, Seven was able to find where (Y/N) was locatedand also get a visual on her.

“Oh my god…” Seven covers hismouth with his hand, shock and disgust written all over his face.

There sits (Y/N), blooded andbruised, chained to a concrete wall. She also seems to have lost a considerableamount of weight these past 6 weeks, cheeks seemed to have hollowed in, clothesbaggier than usual and there’s this one spot that’s exposed located on her shoulderwhere her shoulder blade can be easily seen.

“Have they not been feeding you, (Y/N)!?” Seven questions more tohimself than to anyone in particular. Finding out her current state all themore fuels the fire in the rescue of their newest member and dear friend.

All of a sudden, Vanderwood walksinto the bunker, about to yell at the hacker to do his work but Seven cuts himshort.

“Madam Vanderwood, we are goingon a rescue mission!”

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“Here’s the plan,” Seven starts,pulling out a map. The whole RFA, save for Rika, plus Vanderwood are gatheredin Jumin’s penthouse to discuss how this rescue mission is going to go.“Vanderwood and I are going to infiltrate through the front. We’ll be lookinglike what everyone looks like in there, wearing long black robes with goldtrims.” Seven then points to a small box on the map. “That’s where they’rekeeping (Y/N), we are going to go in there, grab (Y/N) and take her out andbring her to the closest hospital, Springhill General Hospital, meet us thereokay?” Everyone nods in understanding. “Good, Jumin I want you to have a room prepped for her so she can gettreated ASAP.”

“Of course,” Jumin says with anod.

Everyone stands getting ready toleave the penthouse and go to where they are told to be. Jumin walks up toSeven, opening his mouth to speck to the agent in charge, “please, bring herback in one piece.”

“Wasn’t planning on having herany other way” Seven replies with a smile. Jumin gives a small, small smile and nods back, content withthe response given.

With that, everyone files out andgoes to their positions, awaiting the rescue of (Y/N).

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I swear, the beatings just getworse and worse each time, along with the amount of that blue liquid that getsshoved down my throat any time I refuse it. Like now, I just had about half tothree quarters of that stuff and honestly, I’m feeling dizzy. I reach up withmy chained arm and rub the fresh bruise that’s forming on my cheek. My cheekshave long hollowed in due to lack of food and water. I then move my hand downmy body, running it over my shoulders and arms, my shoulder blades I can feelprotruding and my arms are thinner than they use to be, again because of lackof nutrients.

All of a sudden Rika, or better known as The Savior around this nut job, comesthrough the door, baring a gun. Great…

“Well (Y/N), you could haveactually been useful to Paradise but you have refused salvation too manytimes…” she states in a tone that breathes malice intentions.

“So…” I ask calmly even thoughinside I’m screaming for someone, anyone, to come and save me at thismoment.

“So,” she continues harshly, “youare no longer needed.” She then raises the gun to point right between my eyes.Rika is standing a few steps away so the gun isn’t pressed up against my head.“Any last words?” She asks, faking mercy on my last moments.

“Yeah, I do actually” I say witha last-minute serge of bravery, “I know what you want to do to the others,bring them to this nut house call “Paradise” and if you succeed, which youwont, I’m coming back to haunt you and make the rest of your life a living hell.” When I’m done though, all she does is laughand steady the gun again to point back at my head.

“Okay Ms. Party Coordinator,we’ll see about that.”

Right before the trigger ispulled the door slams open revealing a red-haired hacker and a tallerbrown-haired agent, both wearing the robes that basically everyone wears. I caneasily recognize the red-haired man as Seven from the picture that have beensent and his profile pictures but the other guy is unfamiliar. When Seven’seyes meet Rika’s, he freezes.

“No… (Y/N) was right, you arebehind this.” He says shaking his head, backing up slightly, trying to grasp atany flaw that could prove the truth a lie, butthere is none. Rika, in a state of panic, fires the gun at me mindlessly,resulting in me getting shot in the abdomen. I fall to my side, clutching thewound but the blood doesn’t stop flowing. Seven yells “NO” and runs over to me,kneeling beside me to try and get a better look. Behind him I can see that thebrunette has knocked Rika out and now she lays lifelessly on the floor.

My mouth is open and Seven canprobably smell my breath. His nose scrunches up a little, telling me that hejust caught a whiff. Then his eyes widen and he smells again. “Oh no…” hewhispers to himself

“Come here Vanderwood!” Oh, sohis name is Vanderwood. Wait… wasn’t thatthe name of Seven’s maid!? I’ll askhim when I’m not dying. “She’s shot and has chemicals in her system, I cansmell them.”

“Move” Vanderwood says some whatharshly but I can faintly see the concern in his eyes. “It’s bad, punctured anartery. She’ll bleed out and die if we don’t get her help fast. As for thechemicals, I can smell them too, and if I’m not wrong, those chemicals inparticular can be deadly or cause lifetime complications. It’s already a wonderto me how she hasn’t lost consciousness yet.” Seven nods his head, unlocks thechains and goes to pick me up gently, probably to get out of this building andme to a hospital. I then remember about Saeran. Over the course of my stay,Saeran has visited me quite a few times and he ended up opening up a bit abouthimself, including that he and Seven, orSaeyoung rather, are twin brothers.

“Saeyoung…” I breath out the bestI can since my conscious is slipping rapidly. Seven freezes at the use of hisreal name that I should have no knowledge on. But he just shakes his head andkeeps going so I decide to say a different name, “Saeran…” He freezes once moreand looks down wide eyed at me.

“How do you know those names…” heasks.

“Saeran” I say again.

“Saeran?” He questions. I nod toconfirm. “Is he here (Y/N)!?” I nod again. “Damn…” he whispers.

“Looking for me Saeyoung…” I can faintly hear Saeran’svoice in the distance as my vision starts to blacken and my eyes start toflutter shut. Seven must have noticed because he starts to call out to me.

“Hey, hey, (Y/N), you gotta staywith me here please.” He pleads.

“Can’t… sorry…” is all I canmuster out with my strength leaving my body so fast.

“Vanderwood, take (Y/N)” Sevenhands me over to Vanderwood and I hiss in pain.

“Sorry” I can hear Vanderwood say.Even with my senses disappearing I can still see Saeran walk over to Seven.

“Saeran,” I call, catching hisattention. He looks at me, “come with us” I say. He gives me a laugh.

“And leave Paradise! You’reinsane!” he states as he continues to laugh.

“No… Saeran… you are… being usedby… Rika for her own… gain…” This has Saeran stop laughing and looking at mewith wide eyes. “Think about Saeran…” I add.

Saeran eyes go back to normal butwith an added sadness to it, like he knows it’s true but he doesn’t want toaccept it. He closes his eyes and turns his head to the ground and I take thistime to lean up and whisper in Vanderwood’s ear to knock him out if he doesn’tcome with us after I ask him. Vanderwood nods, understanding his job.

“So, Saeran, come with us please.”Surprisingly, he nods his head slowly, agreeing to come with us. I breath a sighof relief but that relief is short lived because a shock wave of pain courses throughmy abdomen, causing me to hiss in pain again. This catches the other three males’attention.

“SHIT THAT’S RIGHT YOU NEED AHOSPITAL LIKE NOW!” Seven yells, “COME ON!” He then bolts to the exit and theother two start running too. Right as I get placed in the back with my head onVanderwood’s lap and me laying on Saeran too, Seven driving in the front, I havea smile on my face at the fact that I’m out of that hell and so is Saeran andthat he has Seven back. Then I lose consciousness as the car zooms off and awayfrom Mint Eye.

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Beep

That’s the first thing I hear,beeping.

Soft, warm.

That’s the first thing I feel.

Antiseptic.

The first thing I smell. Thatsort of gives away that I’m in a hospital. The antiseptic isn’t the only thing I can smell, it was only thefirst. In fact, I can smell lots of things. I also smell honey and butter,coffee, cinnamon, cigarette smoke…

I start to stir in my hospital bedbut as soon as I do, I hear a collection of gasps sound from around me, somechairs move, a couple foot steps and a voice. Jumin’s voice.

“Can you hear me? (Y/N)?” Jumin asksin his cool tone but anyone can easily hear the excitement and joy and concernin it. I try to talk but only a groan escapes my throat. I finally find thestrength to open my eyes and when I do I can see that Vanderwood, Saeran, Seven,Jumin and what I assume is the rest of the RFA standing in the bright, whitehospital room. Smiles break out on everyone’s faces, yes even on Saeran’s, whenmy eyes fully open, clearly, they are happy that I’m fine, or at least I hopethat’s the reason.

When the excitement dies down abit I go and ask a few questions, hoping for adequate answers, “how long was Iout?” being my first question. Saeyoung it the one to answer,

“You were out for 6 months; thedoctors weren’t sure if you would make it or not…” I give a small smile.

“Well, I guess I made it.” I say.He laughs a little.

“Yeah, guess you did.”

My smile falters for a second asI think about what my next question is since I don’t want to trigger anything inSaeran or to anyone else. V seems to notice this so he asks “What’s wrong?”

“Well, I have a question but Idon’t want to say anything that could…um…bring some bad memories to anyone,” Ilook at Saeran, “specifically Saeran since he looks to be doing better than whenI last saw him.” I give Saeran a small smile and he returns it.

“It’s okay… go ahead” he says. I keepsmiling and nod to him.

“Well, um, what happened to her.” I ask slowly.

“She’s in Alaska right now.” Juminanswers.

“Okay…” Deciding to change the subjectto something more light-hearted I ask “So, what did I miss?” and that seems tohave done it. Everyone starts talking about their lives from the last 6 months;Yoosung talks about college, Jumin and Jaehee about the newest cat project, thetwins about how they bonded, Zen about a new role he got and V on his latestpictures he’s taken.

From day till night, until he neededto leave for the night and go home, Jumin never left my side. He never left myside through my whole recovery either and for that, I am grateful that I couldmeet him and all the others too.

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