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persevereforahappyending · 7 months

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This isn't Your Fault (Revenge)

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

Summary: She turned back to the display case, after contemplating it for a moment she lifted the lid, reaching down and grabbing the knife.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, Death, Murder, Torture (I guess?)

Word Count: 7.5k+

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“Enough!” Tara snapped. “We’re kind of on a time limit.” She glared at her sister, Chad, and Mindy. “Come. Don’t come,” she directed at the twins. “I don’t care, but we’re leaving. Now,” she turned to Sam and then began walking towards the door.

She heard footsteps stumbling to catch up to her. She didn’t need to turn around to know all three of them were following her. “We need to meet Gale,” Tara said, still not bothering to glance back at the others.

“Where are we meeting her?” Mindy asked. Sam pulled up her phone showing the location. Mindy’s eyes widened. “Why would we want to meet there?”

“Because it’s the perfect spot to set a trap,” Sam started to explain.

“Who cares!” Tara snapped again. “Let’s take the subway, it’ll be quicker.”

She finally glanced back at the others to see all 3 of them sharing a concerned look. She narrowed her eyes at them, making all three of them, even Sam, drop their gaze to the ground. Her girlfriend was lying injured in the hospital after almost being brutally murdered, they would have to forgive her for being a little impatient, and they needed to hurry the fuck up or Ghostface wasn’t going to be the only one suffering this night.

They made their way to the subway, all of them barely shoving themselves on. Once the doors closed all four of them tensed up when they got a good look at their surroundings. Tara had almost forgot it was Halloween. Nearly everyone was dressed in costume, a majority of them wearing a Ghostface costume specifically.

“How many stops?” Tara asked, glancing around at the Ghostface’s that surrounded them.

“Ten,” Sam answered, shifting closer to Tara as she watched the movements of every Ghostface.

Chad shifted, putting his body in front of Mindy and partially in front of Tara and Sam. Tara could see the fear in his eyes and the way his jaw was locked in place. His hand held onto the pole so tight his knuckles were turning white, but he stared down any Ghostface that so much as glanced their way. Sam moved behind Tara, resting her hand on the pole so her arm was resting around Tara’s shoulder. Mindy and Tara stood there, eyes darting all around the subway, squished between Chad and Sam.

With each stop a Ghostface moved, inching closer and closer to the group. All four of them watched and waited, ready to make a move. Attacking someone on a crowded subway would be a bold move, even for Ghostface, but Tara wouldn’t put it past him. Knowing Ghostface, and their luck, Ghostface would stab at least two of them and be off at the next stop before anyone were to realize what had happened.

Luckily their stop finally came, and they all piled out, lucky to escape without an incident. The four of them quickly made their way down the street to the location they were to meet Gale. They slowed their pace as they approached the alley, it wasn’t dark yet, but the sun had just begun to set.

“Good, you made it,” Gale said, popping out from the alleyway.

All four of them jumped, Chad even pushing Mindy in front of himself. Mindy turned around, slapping her brother hard on the shoulder. Tara glared at Gale, she didn’t have time to almost have a heart attack, she needed to find Ghostface, kill him, and then go back to you and spend the rest of the night apologizing. Tara would spend the rest of her life groveling for your forgiveness as long as she got to tell you Ghostface was dead.

“Are you ready for this?” Gale asked, looking at Sam before settling her gaze on Tara.

Tara nodded. “Let’s make this bastard pay,” She growled out.

Gale nodded, leading them down the alley and through the first set of doors. “Okay, I got everything all setup.” They followed her to the cage where she swiped the keycard, unlocking the metal door, they all piled into the room, waiting for Gale to flip the switch.

When the lights came on Tara’s breath caught in her throat. Gale had found the theater with a shrine to Ghostface and all the killings a couple months prior. She contacted them and they all came to see it. She had discovered it after two boys from Tara’s class had killed their teacher, only to end up murdered themselves. Sam was freaking out that it was Ghostface related but after Tara’s relentless begging and giving the police time to investigate nothing ever happened. No phone calls were made, no other killings happened, there was just silence. Sam was still one edge but without Ghostface coming after them it was hard to believe it was a real Ghostface attacked, it was chalked up to a copycat.

Tara had only been to the theater once and once was enough. She walked the display cases, seeing every gruesome detail of all the past killings. She even saw photos of her own attack, the shirt she had been wearing proudly on display with her blood still staining it. Tara hated the theater and wanted everything in it to burn, but if Ghost had a headquarters this was the most logical spot. It was also the spot they could most likely surprise him, setting up their own trap and catching him off guard.

“What’s the plan?” Chad asked, running his fingers across the glass display cases.

“We lure Ghostface here and then we kill him,” Tara said bluntly.

“We created a kill box,” Sam explained, looking at Tara with concern. “Once he steps foot in here, the doors close, and no one can come in or go out.”

“So, we’re bait?” Mindy said slowly.

“You didn’t have to come,” Tara snapped. She knew her friends didn’t deserve her attitude, but she couldn’t help it. She just needed Ghostface to arrive trying to kill them so they could turn the tables and kill him instead.

“So, what do we do now?” Chad asked, trying to diffuse the tension.

“We wait,” Gale said.

Everyone nodded, moving to separate corners of the theater. They all had visual of each other, but they didn’t want to be next to each other, they knew it wasn’t time to talk. Sam made her way up the stage where the case with Billy Loomis’s cloak hung. Tara watched her for a moment before her eyes drifted down to the display case in front of her. It was her attack, crime scene photos of her kitchen and hallway decorated with blood. Tara tapped the glass, flashing back to that night.

Tara ran a hand down her face even though she hadn’t begun to cry. She shook her head, getting back into the right mindset, she couldn’t focus on the past, the only thing that mattered in the moment was avenging you. She glanced back up at Sam when a ring broke out making everyone jump as it echoed through the room. Everyone followed the sound, their eyes all landing on Mindy.

She slowly pulled out her phone, looking at the screen. “It’s Anika,” she sighed in relief. Tara held her breath though, waiting for Mindy to answer. When she had been attacked, she thought she had been talking to Amber, but it was Ghostface, who turned out to be Amber but that was beside the point. Until Mindy heard Anika’s voice there was no telling who was on the other end of the line.

“Hello?” Mindy asked. “Hello?” she scrunched her eyebrows. “Babe, I can’t hear you.” She took the phone away from her ear looking at the others. “I don’t have signal, let me take this outside.”

“Wait,” Sam said, taking a step forward.

“It could be important,” Mindy argued.

“I’ll go with her,” Chad said.

That ended the discussion. The twins wandered back out of the room, hoping to get a better signal. Tara looked to Sam who stood in the middle of the stage. Something didn’t feel right but she couldn’t place her finger on it. She turned back to the display case, after contemplating it for a moment she lifted the lid, reaching down and grabbing the knife. Tara’s hand shook as she gripped the handle before tucking it into her pants, it was the same knife Amber had used to stab her and it was going to be the same knife she used to kill Ghostface.

The second Tara closed the lid of the display case the lights went out. “Tara?” Sam called. Tara stumbled making her way in the direction she knew the stage to be. The lights flipped back on and her and Sam ran to each other, gripping on to each other’s arm as they stood in the middle of the stage. They spun around in a circle looking for who had turned the lights off.

Gale started to make her way up the steps towards them when a Ghostface appeared behind her. “Watch out!” Sam screamed, pushing Tara behind her. It was too late, Gale barely had time to turn before the blade was imbedded into her shoulder. Gale stumbled back down the steps, putting a hand to her wound to stop the bleeding. She turned, facing Ghostface but they quickly kneed her in the stomach, grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head into the side of the stage.

Tara gripped Sam’s arm, and Sam gripped her hand back just as tight. They backed up, neither of their eyes leaving Ghostface who stood at the bottom of the steps, his head tilted, staring at them. The lights went out again and the only thing Tara could hear was her and Sam’s breathing. Then there was loud banging from the outside door and what sounded like Chad screaming. That’s when Tara realized it, they didn’t set up a trap for Ghostface, he set up a trap for them. Tara and Sam were locked in the theater with Ghostface while Gale was unconscious and bleeding out, and Chad and Mindy were locked out on the other side of the door.

Tara’s eyes darted all around the room, it was pitch black, any light that had been on was now out. She couldn’t make out anything, she couldn’t even hear the shuffling of feet. When the lights came back on Ghostface was standing right in front of her, head tilted, staring into her with those empty black eyes.

Tara jumped, letting out a gasp, as she gripped Sam’s arm, pulling her back. Sam spun around to see Ghostface in front of Tara, she let go of Tara’s hand, giving Ghostface a hard shove. They stumbled back, dropping their knife in the process. Sam quickly scooped it up, holding out towards Ghostface as he was left kneeling on the ground.

“Girls!” came a voice.

Tara and Sam turned, searching for the voice, Sam making sure to keep the knife pointed at Ghostface. They saw Quinn’s dad, detective Bailey entering through the gated door. He had his gun drawn and his head was looking from side to side as if he was checking the place out.

“How did you know where we were?” Sam asked. Tara moved closer to her sister, eyeing Bailey suspiciously.

“Kirby called,” he said, still moving his gun as he eyed his surrounding, slowly making his way to the girls.

“Kirby?” Sam furrowed her brow. Tara glanced at Sam, having the same look, they never told Kirby where they were going.

Before they could question him further another Ghostface appeared, knife raised and running up behind Bailey. “Look out!” Sam shouted. It was just the distraction the Ghostface kneeling before them needed, he reached up, ripping the knife back out of Sam’s hand.

Sam moved, elbowing Ghostface in the mask, causing him to drop the knife again. They both dove for the knife, their fingers nearly grazing it when Bailey fired, his bullet flying into the floorboard next to the knife. Sam jumped, looking back up at Baily. Ghostface grabbed the knife, turning around to point it at her, just as she had been doing to him. The Ghostface backed up slowly, joining Bailey at his side, as the one that had been running towards Bailey stood on his other side.

“You?” Sam asked, the shock evident in her voice.

“Yeah, me,” Bailey said, shrugging with a grin. “You’ve probably put together the rest,” he slapped the shoulder of the Ghostface on his left.

The Ghostface reached up, lifting off his mask to reveal Ethan. Both girls’ eyes widened. Tara shouldn’t be surprised. You had been attacked, she knew it wasn’t her sister, Mindy, Chad, or Gale. The options of who Ghostface could be were pretty limited and if Anika was still at the hospital with you that only left… Tara’s gaze shifted to the still masked Ghostface on Bailey’s right.

“Hey, roomies,” Quinn said with a smile as she revealed herself as the final Ghostface.

“What the fuck!” Sam said, looking between the three of them.

“You think you can mess with our family and just get away with it!” Quinn snapped, waving her knife around.

“Family?”

“They’re still not getting it,” Ethan said, rolling his eyes. “My name isn’t Ethan Landry! Isn’t that right dad?” he looked towards Bailey. The three of them breaking out into a laugh.

“Dad?” Tara questioned, out of everything, that surprised her the most.

“It was easy to dupe the roommate lottery and get Chad.”

“It was just as easy finding your roommate ad,” Quinn added. “I mean who wouldn’t trust a girl whose daddy is a police detective.”

“Look, whatever you think I did, I didn’t!” Sam shouted, as if she was trying to reason with them. Tara was sure Sam was just processing all this new information though. “I don’t know what you read about me online but I’m not a murderer!”

“Yes! Yes, you are!” Quinn shouted, her movements quick as she stood before Tara and Sam, angling her knife down at them. “You killed our brother.”

“Your brother?” Tara questioned.

“You stupid girl,” Ethan groaned, glaring at her as if the fact that Tara couldn’t figure out their motive was the most irritating thing in the world.

“You’re Richie’s family,” Sam said, her eyes widening with the realization.

Bailey nodded, tears filling his eyes. “Yeah, and you took him from me.”

“He was psychotic,” Tara spat out, barely dodging the knife Quinn swung at her.

“He was incredibly passionate about the things he loved,” Bailey said. “And maybe I indulged him a little too much. But I helped him build all this,” he raised his hands at their surroundings.

“This was all his?” Sam asked.

“His legacy,” Bailey sighed, admiring the memorabilia that reminded him of his son, even though all the items belonged to serial killers or their victims. “Which is why you have to die here, surrounded by what he loved the most.”

“What even is your grand plan?” Sam held up her arms, confusion written all over her face.

“It’s not enough to just kill someone anymore,” Ethan said. “You have to assassinate their character.”

“It’s as simple as posting a few conspiracies on reddit,” Quinn smirked. “Re-writing the story.”

“That was you?” Sam couldn’t keep the hurt out of her voice.

“It was too easy,” Quinn giggled. “The rest just fell right into place.”

“Those two film nerds even helped out,” Bailey said. “We had to kill you before them, so we kill them, make it look like Ghostface is back but don’t do anything after to get you to let your guard down.”

“Which you did,” Ethan said, pointing his knife at the girls.

“Then we go after what you care about most,” Bailey snarled.

Tara’s eyes widened, instantly filling with tears again. “Y/N,” she whispered.

Ethan broke out into a devilish grin. “I have to say, I’ve never had so much fun,” he said, giving a little jump of excitement.

“It was you?” Tara looked at Ethan, though her eyes were filled with tears a darkness lingered underneath, all her anger slowly bubbling back to the surface.

Ethan shrugged with a smirk. “I volunteered.” He fiddled with the knife, spinning it around with his fingers. “Nearly begged for it actually.”

“Why? What did she ever do to you? How did you even find out about us?”

“Because you’re not as smart as you think you are!” he shouted, shaking his head to regain some of his composure. “It was an accident at first, I was at the library late and caught the two of you leaving all cuddled up,” he wrinkled his nose at the memory. “You don’t get to be happy,” he shook his head. “You don’t get the girl when my brother is dead!” he gritted his teeth, staring at her with a wild look in his eye.

Tara clenched her jaw, glaring at Ethan. Tara and Sam ended up standing back-to-back as Bailey, Quinn, and Ethan began to circle them. Sam kept her eyes locked with Bailey’s while Tara’s sole focus was on Ethan. Quinn stood in the middle, smiling from ear to ear, she’d occasionally swiped her knife, barely missing Tara, and Sam.

“You know, I was meant to give her the whole experience,” Ethan taunted. “The phone call, all of it,” he wiggled his knife. “You were on the phone with her. I was disappointed, thinking it would be too easy. She put a up a fight though.” He pointed his knife, as if he approved in your survival skills. “She still screamed like a little bitch when I beat her though,” he said with a maniacal laugh.

“Fuck you!” Tara screamed, making her move, she rushed forward, shoving him into one of the display cases, shattering the glass and sending the memorabilia to the floor.

Sam went for Bailey, grabbing his wrist as he fired three more shots. They struggled, pushing each other back and forth into display cases and mannequins.

Quinn gripped her knife, swinging wildly, getting a lucky shot and slicing Sam across the arm. Quinn went to stab Sam, aiming for her heart when Tara grabbed a brick randomly lying on the ground, swinging it right against Quinn’s jaw. Tara could swear she heard a crack, she didn’t stop to look at Quinn though, she grabbed her sister’s hand and took off, ducking through a door as Bailey began firing at them again.

“What’s the plan?” Sam asked, breathing heavy.

“We kill this fucking family once and for all,” Tara said, shooting a glare at Sam so her sister knew she meant it.

“Split them up,” Sam said, nodding along. “We’ll pick them off one by one.”

“Ethan’s mine,” Tara practically growled out.

“Find them!” they heard Bailey shout.

Tara and Sam quickly jumped behind the counter of the old snack bar, getting into position. The second the door they had come through swung open they pushed the popcorn machine over, sending it crashing into Ethan. Sam jumped over the side of the counter, grabbing the old glass gumball machine. As Ethan shook out the stale popcorn from his hair, slowly pulling himself to his feet, Sam used both hands to swing the gumball machine down onto his head, shattering the glass as it came into contact with his skull. Ethan crumbled to the floor knocked out cold.

Sam or Tara didn’t have time to finish him off before Bailey and Quinn were rushing through the door after hearing the commotion. Tara gave Sam one final nod before taking off down the hallway behind her while Sam ran down the other hallway in the opposite direction. Tara slammed her body into the walls as she took the turns to sharp, she glanced back to see Quinn following her. There was no sign of Bailey, meaning he most likely went after Sam.

Tara got to a staircase, taking the steps two at a time she made her way up to the second floor. She pushed through a set of double doors, stumbling out onto the balcony seating. Tara turned facing the door she had just come through, she watched the doors, ready for Quinn to come through them. She heard a slight creak to her side though, turning just in time to see a flash of silver, she dropped to the floor, rolling away.

Quinn had come up using the other stairs, on the opposite side of the balcony. Tara moved with caution, keeping her eyes on Quinn and the knife in her hand as she slowly backed away, stepping up the short set of stairs that led to the seats. Tara could see the blood dripping from Quinn’s mouth from when she smacked her with a brick, Tara couldn’t help but smile at the memory. Quinn gave her a toothy smile, showing that Tara had knocked out a couple teeth.

“You know I wanted to kill Y/N,” Quinn said with a bloody smile. “But dad thought Ethan could use the confidence boost.” She rolled her eyes “I might have had a bit more fun with her before her demise though,” Quinn wiggled her eyebrows.

Tara stood before Quinn, gritting her teeth, and snarling like a caged animal. Quinn swiped her knife back and forth, aiming for Tara’s stomach but Tara moved, dodging each swipe with ease. When Quinn swung her knife, bringing it back the other direction Tara reach down, gripping her wrist and then rushed forward. She pushed Quinn back until they both tumbled over the railing, crashing down onto another display case.

Quinn scrambled around, searching for the knife she dropped. When Quinn got ahold of her knife, she brought it up, ready to stab Tara. Tara grabbed a broken shard of glass, ignoring the way it ripped into her palm as she impaled it deep into the side of Quinn’s neck. Tara’s eyes held no emotion as she stared into Quinn’s wide eyes, her face falling slack. Quinn dropped her knife, bringing both hands to her neck. She tried to stand but quickly crumbled back to her knees, then collapsed the rest of the way onto her side, eyes lifeless and a shard of glass sticking out of her neck.

“No!” Bailey screamed, firing his gun at Tara but the clip was empty. Sam came out from the shadows, tackling Bailey back, crashing through the movie screen.

A door creaked and Tara crawled away from Quinn’s body, making sure not to be seen. She made her way over to the electric panel, being just out of sight but having a clear view of Ethan stumbling back into the theater, a large gash on his head from where Sam had hit him with the gumball machine. Ethan had his knife up, ready for a fight, but slowly brought his arm down as he saw his sisters body lying in a bloody mess.

“Tara!” Ethan screamed. “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” he spun around, looking everywhere. A phone rang cutting through the silence, making Ethan jump. He pulled out his phone, rolling his eyes when he saw the screen before he brought the phone to his ear.

“Hello, Ethan,” Tara said, using the Ghostface voice changer she had swiped from the broken display case.

“Cute trick,” Ethan said, kicking at some of the broken glass on the ground. “Too scared to fight me yourself?”

“Aww, don’t whine,” Tara taunted. “I thought you liked playing games. I just want to play a game with you.”

“You know the whole point of the Ghostface call is to scare the person, let them know there’s someone watching them, but not letting them know who it is or where they are.” Ethan spun around the middle of the room, waving his knife around. “I know who you are Tara,” he raised his hands in the air.

“But do you know where I am?” she asked then killed the lights, all except the, what would be emergency lights, around the perimeter of the room.

“Come on!” Ethan shouted, spinning around in circles.

Pulling out the knife she tucked in her jeans, Tara tightened her grip around the handle, quickly darting towards Ethan, shoving the knife into his side, underneath where the bullet proof vest she knew he was wearing ended. Ethan howled in pain, slashing his knife blindly but Tara had already disappeared, ducking, and weaving her way around the few display cases and mannequins that remained.

“You’re such a coward, hiding in the shadows,” Ethan said, putting pressure on his side with the hand that held the knife, while the other hand kept the phone near his ear. “What will your girlfriend think?”

“A coward?” Tara repeated. “Like dressing up in a costume, making scary phone calls, hiding every part of yourself from your victim?”

“Come out and face me you bitch!”

“With pleasure,” Tara said, the Ghostface voice not coming from the phone anymore but right beside Ethan. He turned to stab her, but she ducked, driving the knife into the opposite side she had before.

Ethan hissed in pain, gritting his teeth, his grip slowly loosening on the knife until it clattered to the floor. Tara walked around to finally stand face to face with him. Ethan held both arms to his sides, trying to put pressure on both wounds. “Aww, not enjoying the game?” she asked, holding the voice changer up to her mouth. Ethan stumbled forward, reaching out for her with a bloody hand but she easily side stepped him. She dropped the voice changer as she walked closer, digging her thumb into his wound, making him open his mouth wide as he screamed in pain.

“Who’s the one choking on their blood now?” Tara said as she brought the knife down into Ethan’s mouth, giving it a final twist before ripping it out.

He coughed up blood, spraying it across her face, she didn’t care about that though. As Ethan stepped back, stumbling to the floor, Tara followed. She tilted her head, watching him like the prey he was. She got down on her knees, straddling him, so she had a better position as she lifted him up by his cloak. She watched as tears filled with the realization as to what was about to happen. Tara tilted her head to the other side, watching as he struggled, gasping for breath, only for his throat to be filled with blood.

She spun the knife in her hand before getting a firm grip again. A darkness took over her eyes as she stared down at Ethan, before shoving the knife through one cheek and out the other. His body jolted against hers, she had to put her free hand on his shoulder, keeping him pinned to the floor, as the tears finally started falling from his eyes. She just as quickly ripped the knife back out, smirking down at him as he gurgled on the blood, just like he had said you were going to do. She watched as he cried, dying in the same way his brother had, the brother he had been so adamant about getting revenge for.

She looked to the side when she heard some commotion. Detective Bailey had stumbled back into the room, he gripped his shoulder, as he spun around with his gun in his injured arm, waving it around all directions. A few seconds later Sam pushed through the curtain, approaching him slowly, with an unreadable expression. Bailey aimed his gun, pulling the trigger multiple times, but the clip was still empty. Sam walked up to him, swinging her knife and slashing Bailey’s hand, causing him to drop the gun.

“You’ll never get away with this!” Bailey shouted.

Sam tilted her head, she glanced towards Tara. If Sam was surprised by the position Tara was in, she certainly didn’t show it. She glanced down at Ethan underneath Tara, a ghost of a smirk tugging at her lips.

“I think we already have,” Sam said. Bailey turned, seeing Ethan bleeding out on the floor with Tara on top of him. Two of his children were dead, one was dying, and he was about to die himself.

Bailey stepped forward, as if he was going to come for Ethan, as if he thought he could actually help his son. Sam stalked up behind Bailey, wrapping her arm around the front of him and lightly dragging the knife across his throat. It wasn’t deep enough to kill him instantly. He reached for his throat with his bleeding hand Sam hand sliced. Blood slowly started to gush through his fingers, running down his arm. He turned, looking back to Sam in shock. He stumbled past her, and she looked on, flipping the knife around in her hand, as if she was a cat playing with a toy. Sam gave Tara one last look before she followed after Bailey, impaling the knife in the side of his back, watching him crumble to the floor.

Tara let out a small sigh before turning her attention back to Ethan. “First your brother,” she said with a light smirk. “Then your sister and now your dad.” She shook her head, clicking her tongue. “Don’t worry,” she said with sweet smile, “you’ll be reunited with them soon.”

Tara used the tip of the knife to tap Ethan’s chin, making him tilt his head back. She ran the knife down his neck, making sure to only graze him and not break the skin, yet. She dragged the knife down until she got to the cloak. Then she dragged the knife over the cloak and down his chest. She could feel the bullet proof vest underneath his cloak. She tapped the knife against his chest, right underneath where the vest stopped.

Ethan coughed, spitting up more blood. Tara grabbed Ethan by the hair, yanking his head up hard. She inched the knife up higher, so it was now above the bullet proof vest, she pushed it down, knowing it was piercing his skin when he gritted his teeth. Tears fell from his eyes, he tried to look at her with hatred as he gritted his teeth, pretending to be strong. He couldn’t mask the pain though, as the knife dug deeper into his chest he winced, blood dribbling out of his mouth.

“How’s it feel,” she whispered, leaning closer so she was staring into his eyes, “being so helpless?” her eyes raked over his body in disgust. “Knowing no one is coming to save you?”

She let go of Ethan’s hair with an aggressive fling, letting it drop back to the ground with a hard thud. Ethan coughed, his whole body shaking with the struggle. His head flopped to the side, looking in the direction Bailey and Sam had been. Tara didn’t look, she knew Sam had it handled and based on the sob that racked through Ethan’s body she could make an educated guess as to how their fight turned out.

She tilted her head with an almost bored expression. After giving an Ethan a second to see his dead father she rolled her eyes, removing the knife she had been pressing into his chest. A hiss broke out through another sob. He turned back to Tara, looking up at her with his broken expression. She tilted her head to the other side. She wondered if this is how you looked up at him as he chased you around your house, as he tried to kill you, as he took a baseball bat to your ribs. Tara clenched her jaw, tilting her head down as she gripped the knife tighter despite the blood coating the handle making it slippery.

Tara gently ran the knife from Ethan’s chest back up to his neck before stopping. She gave the knife a few light taps on his neck before slowly sinking it in. Ethan’s eyes widened, his head jerked forward as he gasped for breath, only managing to gurgle up more blood. Tara tightened her grip on Ethan’s cloak, pushing down harder on his shoulder as he struggled against her. His arms flailed, one of them weakly coming up to grab at her arm but she just shrugs him off. When the knife was fully in Ethan’s neck he opened and closed his mouth a few times, the blood pooling in the back of his mouth before the struggle finally ended. His arm loosely fell back to the ground, his mouth left open, blood still trickling out of it, and his eyes wide open as Tara watched the light finally leave them.

Tara ripped the knife back out of Ethan’s neck, pushing her hand off his lifeless body to stand back up on her own two feet. She stood over him, looking down at her work, she didn’t necessarily feel happy, but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t satisfied at having got her vengeance for you. Ethan had hurt you; he had attacked you; he had almost killed you. Tara had no mercy for him or the rest of his family. They deserved everything that had happened. Ethan deserved it. He would never hurt you again, Tara made sure of that.

Tara stepped over Ethan’s body, looking over to her sister who was in a similar position, standing over Bailey’s body. Tara looked down, the knife and her hand both coated in blood. She dropped the knife, letting it fall to the floor with a small clang and made her way to her sister. She stood behind Sam, looking past her to see Bailey dead, a knife sticking out of his eye. Sam turned to face Tara, they stared into each other’s eyes for a moment before giving each other an approving nod.

“You, okay?” Sam asked softly, her tone not matching what the both of them had just gone through.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Tara said tiredly with a humorless chuckle.

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As soon as they got back to the hospital Tara made her way to your room. After the fight, Chad and Mindy broke down the door, pouring in with a team of cops. Tara and Sam had been taken out of the theater, immediately being given medical treatment, both ended up needing stitches, Tara for her hand and Sam for her arm. They watched as the medics carried Gale out on a backboard, she had a pulse, but they were rushing her to surgery. While Tara was going to see you, Sam was going to be at Gale’s bedside, waiting for her to wake up.

Tara made her way through the hospital; she had run into Anika at a vending machine while she was getting a bag of chips for you. Tara sent Anika back down to the lobby to be with Mindy, telling her she’d bring you the chips. Anika had handed her the chips, mumbling a, good luck, before making her way to the elevator. Tara sighed once she was outside your room, rubbing her hands on her pants. She had made sure to clean up before coming back to the hospital, but she could still feel Ethan’s blood soaking into her hands.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before pushing down on the handle, opening the door to your hospital room. Tara’s eyes flicked up, her mouth open, an apology at the ready when she froze. You were out of bed. You were standing right beside the hospital bed with one hand lightly grazing the edge for balance. But you were out of bed. You were standing. Tara couldn’t be happy at seeing you standing on your own feet again because her eyes were too busy raking over your body.

You were in the process of putting on a shirt, you had your arm with a cast and your head in but were clearly struggling with the other arm. Tara’s eyes stopped, focusing on your stomach and your ribs. For once she wasn’t checking you out, she couldn’t take her eyes off the bruising. Both sides of your ribs and your stomach were painted black and blue. Tara brought a hand to her mouth, her eyes filling with tears, she had seen the baseball bat on the floor, she knew you had broken ribs, but she never imagined what lay under the hospital gown.

She must have let out a gasp or a sob, she wasn’t sure, but she did something that drew your attention. Your head quickly snapped to her. You clenched and unclenched your jaw, your eyes flicking from her face to the floor, you were mad at her. Tara knew you would be mad at her when she left, she knew you’d worry, she deserved your anger, but she didn’t regret her choice because it meant avenging you, it meant you were safe, and more importantly it meant making sure the person who did that to you would never do it again.

“Would you mind?” You asked softly, clenching your jaw, and looking at the floor as if you hated having to ask for her help.

Tara nodded quickly walking over to your side, tossing the bag of chips onto the table next to the bed. When she stood next to you, she got a better look at the injuries, some of the bruising was more purple and a dark red, wrapping around ribs towards your back. The front part of your body was a darker purple, dark shades of blue, looking almost black. Where the bruising ended, she could see the faintest impression of the bat. Her hand reached up, subconsciously wanting to touch the injury, wanting to hold and bring you comfort. She didn’t though, she kept her hand moving until it reached up, grabbing your shirt. She lifted your shirt, allowing you to maneuver, not without wincing, and get your other arm through the sleeve. Tara helped pull your shirt down, making sure not to touch the bruising that was now covered.

You gripped the sheet of the bed tighter, your eyes pinched shut as you let out slow breaths, wincing with each one. Tara held her hands up, ready to catch you if you started to fall but making sure not to touch you. She couldn’t take her eyes off your abdomen, now knowing what lied underneath your shirt. Out of the corner of her eye she saw you loosen your grip on the blanket, your body stretching as you stood taller. You slowly let go of the bed all together, making sure not to move to far from it, as you turned to fully face Tara. You didn’t say anything, Tara could feel your gaze burning into her until she slowly lifted her eyes to meet yours.

“I’m mad at you,” you whispered.

“I know,” she whispered back.

“Do you have any idea,” your voice cracked, your eyes filling with tears. “Any idea how worried I was?”

Tara nodded, a few of her own tears starting to fall. “I’m sorry,” it was her turn for her voice to crack. “I needed to make sure they’d never come after you again.”

“You could have gotten hurt. You could have gotten killed,” your voice went higher, making you quickly wince in pain.

“I know.” Tara looked into your eyes, seeing all the worry and love you held for her. She watched as your eyes scanned up and down her body, darting all around her face for any potential injuries. “I’m sorry,” she sniffled.

Y/N reached down, taking Tara’s bandaged hand into her own. “You did get hurt,” you whispered.

“Technically I did this one to myself,” Tara said with small smile, trying to lighten the mood, it didn’t work.

You continued to hold her hand, gently running her fingers over the bandage. Considering how her last Ghostface encounter went Tara would argue she came out above everyone this time. Sam got a slash on her arm from Quinn that she needed stiches for but that was it. Tara on the other hand only got a gash on her hand because she grabbed onto a piece of broken glass to kill Quinn with. If Tara had just used the knife she had, she wouldn’t have had any injuries, but in the moment, she was feeling quite theatrical, and the shard of glass just felt more dramatic.

You reached up, gently turning her head to the side to brush some hair behind her ear. “Are you okay?” you asked. She nodded, wiping at her eyes and nose. “Don’t ever do that again, okay?” You stared her down, until she nodded. “Not without me,” you whispered.

Tara let out a shaky breath, nodding again. “You weren’t exactly in a position to come with me,” she tried to joke, letting out a chuckle that turned into more of a sob.

She heard you let out a small laugh then a louder groan. “I told you, no laughing.”

“I’m sorry,” she said again through more laughter.

“Did you get them?” you asked, your voice getting quieter, almost hesitant.

“Yes,” she said seriously, making sure there was no questioning, that she knew for sure they were dead. “We got them all.”

“Who?” you whispered, if Tara wasn’t standing right next to you, she would have missed it.

“Detective Bailey, Quinn-”

“Shit,” you breathed out, cutting her off.

“And Ethan.”

Your eyes widened at that, first in shock, then scrunching up in confusion. “Ethan? Why?”

Tara ran a hand through her hair, letting out a long breath. “Apparently Ethan is Bailey’s son and Quinn’s brother.”

“Holy shit.”

“That’s not all.” Your eyes widened at that. “They were Richie’s family.” Tara dropped her gaze to the floor, ashamed that you really were attacked for knowing her. Tara and Sam killed Richie and Amber and then Richie’s family came after them as revenge. It was all Tara’s fault, if it wasn’t for her, you never would have been attacked.

“Hey,” you said softly, tilting her chin back up to make her look in your eyes again. “Come here.”

Tara wanted nothing more than to come closer to you, to hug you and never let you go but she didn’t. She stayed where she was, she didn’t want to hurt you. She didn’t want to cause you any more pain than she already had.

“Please come here,” you said again. “You can hug me, I want you to hug me, you just need to be gentle.” You looked at her with those puppy dog eyes that always made her cave. “Please, I could really use a hug.”

Tara slowly inched forward. She knew you really wanted to hug her, to comfort her. She knew that you were only saying you needed the hug because you knew she could never turn you down if you asked, saying you needed it, even if she knew it was a lie. That’s why Tara caved, making her way closer to you until she was standing close enough for you to wrap an arm around her. She stood still, letting her arms rest at her side as you wrapped your injured arm around her neck as well.

“A hug is meant to be a two-way thing,” you mumbled.

She slowly lifted her arms, bringing them around you, trying to make sure they were positioned high enough, so she didn’t hit any of your injuries. She felt you tense up and suck in a breath, it made her freeze. She was about to pull away, clearly giving you a hug was a bad idea, your ribs were all kind of messed up, you could barely put on a t-shirt, the last thing you needed was someone hugging you. Before she could pull away though you relaxed into her, your shoulders sagging with relief. The hug was a little awkward since Tara couldn’t press herself against you, she made sure her body wasn’t actually touching yours, keeping a couple inches between the two of you in case someone shifted slightly, she didn’t want any accidental touching, she didn’t want you in any more pain. Despite the awkwardness, Tara had to admit it felt nice. It was exactly what she needed.

You didn’t seem content with the distance though because you pulled her closer, burying her head in your shoulder. You let out a hiss as her body brushed against yours, but you quickly melted into her embrace again. Tara finally gave in, burrowing her head further into you as she clung to your shirt, afraid that if she stepped away, you’d disappear.

Tara wasn’t sure where it came from, but she let out a sob. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed into your shoulder, staining your freshly clean shirt with tears. You shushed her, starting to run your fingers through her hair. “I thought I lost you,” she rasped out.

“I’m here,” you whispered into her hair, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. “I’m right here. I’m okay.”

“I love you.” Tara gripped you tighter, inching her feet so they were touching yours. She was pushing herself as close to you as she could get without putting more pressure on your wounds. You made a mistake in asking for a hug from her because now she was never going to let you go.

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#tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x fem reader #tara carpenter imagine #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #scream #scream 6 #scream vi #this isn't your fault

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solarsavoy · 2 years

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I saw this thing that tuuli did about listing 9 of my favorite characters and having others guess my type or "theme" and thought I'd give it a try. Purposefully picking outside my harem for this one. 😏

1 - Gakushuu Asano - Assassination Classroom

@tuulikannel, you've officially gotten to me. Then, of course, Magic Shuu plays a large part in this as well.

2 - Danny Fenton - Danny Phantom

I just love him. (I used to have a crush on him too when I was younger. 😉 Trust me, the person I'm talking to knows I'm talking to them.)

He's just such a squish. 💙

3 - Castiel - Supernatural

Okay, to anyone who's seen Supernatural, who doesn't like Cas to some extent?

4 - Gigi - Kiki's Delivery Service

Part of this is actually behind the story of the English voice actor. He unfortunately passed away before the end of production and that's why Gigi doesn't talk when Kiki gets her magic back. 😢 But seriously, as far as cats go, he's amazing.

5 - Haruka Tennou - Sailor Moon

Of course she's on here.

My girl Uranus was always my favorite. I wanted a motorcycle like hers, I wanted to run away like her, and she was always just so cool. And a flirt! Funny thing, she's an Aquarius and so are a couple others in my man harem. Looks like I just got a thing for Aquarius'.

6 - Calcifer - Howl's Moving Castle

I love how quirky he is. And he's funny. And I'd love to have a loyal fire like this in my fireplace. ^^ And he's so sweet when he wants to be.

7 - Dimitri - Anastasia

His dynamic is just great, and while acting like a heartless thief, he's such a hopeless romantic. 🥰 Despite his past, I can't help but root for him to get his princess. And he'd do just about anything for her, sacrifice anything, and become a lost soul stealing barely surviving if it means she's happy. 💙

8 - Kyoya Ootori - Ouran High School Host Club

He's such an ass, but if you manage to get close enough, you realize just how big his heart can be. If only he didn't try so hard to look like just another ass...

9 - James Pleiades Hawkins - Treasure Planet

A little rough around the edges, but absolutely brilliant. Wild and defiant. Easily the single best interpretation of Treasure Island I have ever seen, and a very huge chunk of that is because of this guy.

Bonus!

10 - Kovu - Lion King II

I have absolutely no idea why he popped up while I was looking for a gif for Calcifer, but I absolutely had to add him once I saw him because, well, I love him. Hardly anyone's seen, or even heard of Lion King II, but I highly recommend it. It's a very "Romeo and Juliet" type of story, but focuses more on peace than war. It's got some of the best songs, including "Zira's Lullaby" which is so disturbingly dark and beautiful, but anyway, the character.

Kovu didn't ask for what he got, but he grew in spite of it. He didn't do it alone either. I just feel he's the perfect example of how horrible circumstances can get, and how weak an individual can be. It's important to show weakness and to know when you need to ask for help, and he got that. It's just... it's good and you need to watch it, okay? Okay.

These are all my favorite character from their respective fandoms with the exception of Assassination Classroom (Shuu ranks third) and Supernatural (Castiel ranks second). I tried to pick the obscure ones on purpose and I'm still curious on if there's a theme among them. What are your thoughts?

#gakushuu asano #danny phantom #castiel #gigi #haruka tennou #calcifer #dimitri #kyoya ootori #james pleiades hawkins #kovu #favorite characters

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bbyheedeungie · 3 years

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Fluttering Machinery | Robot! Sunghoon AU

Genre: Fluff, mild angst

Pairings: Robot! Sunghoon x Reader

Warnings: Character death, little suggestive content

Synopsis: Sunghoon was a humanoid built by your father, with the sole purpose of taking care of you once he passes away. But it seems like taking care of you came with discovering emotions that wasn't necessary for cooking, cleaning, and keeping you safe. What is this warm fuzzy feeling that resonates deep inside Sunghoon's mechanism?

It's been months. 6 dreadful months since your father has passed away. The doctors have warned you that he didn't have much time left, but that didn't make the goodbyes hurt any less.

You were 4 years old when your mom left you and your father for another guy. A more successful guy. Your father was bright, with an insatiable hunger for discovery and invention. But his field of work didn't always bring food to the table. And so on most days you had to, well, compromise.

But you loved your father so much, and still do. Although you didn't grow up to be a scientist like him, you knew the basics on automation and robotics. You were 11 years old when you first saw it, the humanoid that he worked on for years came to life before your own very eyes.

He had no skin nor face that made him look human yet. Just a chunk of metal with a head, arms and legs that moved mechanically. Nevertheless, you will never forget the joy and pride in your fathers' face as he watched his creation. The humanoid was a work in progress and you knew one day he's going to change the world. Unbeknownst to you, he was going to change your world.

And now here you are, years into the present as you stood infront of the humanoid who had his eyes shut. Yep, he's a he now. He is Humanoid SH-1282. Your father made him for the purpose of serving the community, to help people. But when he discovered his illness, he started making alterations to his design. He made SH-1282 to serve as the perfect companion, but only to you.

He filled the humanoid's hard drive with everything that he'll need to help you and take care of you. He input cooking, cleaning, and even martial arts. You sighed, remembering your father's last words.

"I'm gonna leave him in your care now, err leave you in his care or whatever. Take good care of each other okay? I love you both so much."

You were such a crybaby, holding on to your father's arm as the nurses were ushering you to wait outside because the doctors are about to perform surgery.

"You'll be okay." Your father mouthed as he smiled knowingly in content.

You reach for the humanoid's neck to find the power button, finally deciding to activate him after holding it off for months.

You held your breath as his eyes open, immediately scanning his surroundings. His eyes land on you, a smile forms on his lips.

"Hi, I'm SH-1282. It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N." He said naturally, offering his hand. If you didn't know any better, you would think he was a normal boy.

You let out a shaky breath as you accept his hand. He frowns, it seems like he is studying your facial expression and posture.

"You seem like you are in distress. Are you alright?" He asks in concern.

"Yeah, I am." You reply weakly.

"Will a hug improve your mood?" He asks. He was programmed to know about the benefits of physical intimacy, but he was also programmed to know consent and so he will not do anything unless you want to.

You contemplated, biting your lip.

"No, thank you." He simply nods, stepping out of his charging port.

"Will you show me around the house?" He asks and you nod.

"Damn this feels so awkward." You think to yourself.

"So here's the living room." You say as SH-1282 takes a good look around the area, his eyes falling to the dirty coffee table with tons of papers stacked messily. The couch looked greasy, with breadcrumbs stuck to the sides of the couch cushions. He scrunches his nose, involuntarily adding a new emotion to his database: disgust.

And as you led him to the kitchen, this emotion intensifies as he sees the containers of Chinese takeouts and cup ramen littered around the counter. He walks to the fridge and finds it empty except for a carton of milk that you put into your cereal for breakfast.

This awakens another emotion for the humanoid, frustration. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he contemplates on what to do with the mess, aka you.

"This won't do. You have been living unhealthily which may reduce your chances of living a long life."

You scoff, "Excuse me?" He gives you a dead stare, an eyebrow raised.

"No, excuse me while I clean up all this. I'll leave you to your own devices, thank you for showing me around today." He says sassily as he goes to find where you hide your cleaning utensils. You stood there dumbfounded.

"Unbelievable." But you let him be anyway. He wasn't wrong, you've been a total mess this past few months but that was all because of the grief. You basically had no family now.

And so for the rest of the day, you lock yourself in your room and do homework. About 5pm, you hear a soft knock at your door.

"Hello, it's me. Can you spare me a minute? I have something to ask of you." You inwardly groan, not really wanting to face the humanoid.

"Can you accompany me to get groceries? I swear this will only happen one time. It is only because I am not yet accustomed to my location. But after I mentally note the directions, you won't have to come with me next time." He didn't really want to bother you, but he knew that going out by himself and getting lost will be much more bothersome for you.

"Sure thing, just let me change into— oh no, you have no other clothes. It's kinda chilly outside today." You mentally facepalm yourself. Why didn't I go shopping for men clothes first before activating him?

"That is fine, I am immune to any temperature." He says as-a-matter-of-fact. You roll your eyes.

"I know that but people will probably get suspicious to see a man walking around in a shirt and jeans when everybody else has coats on. We need you to fit in as much as possible."

You search for your father's old coat that you refused to throw away even months after he's passed.

"Sorry dad, but he kinda needs this right now." And so you dress the humanoid in your oversized university sweatshirt (which surprisingly fits him perfectly) and your father's old coat.

"How do I look? Will I fit in now?" He asks as he scans his appearance in the mirror.

"You look—" absolutely breathtaking. You had every urge to slap yourself. Your father really didn't play around when he made the humanoid's face. He could pass up as an idol. And the cute little mole on his nose was a good addition to his features that made him even more realistic.

"Great. People won't suspect a thing."

The two of you head out. Contrary to your expectations that he would marvel at everything he sees outside, he just casually looks around. You ride the bus together, and the humanoid processes everything that you do, noting how everything works.

What caught you by surprise though, is how he immediately stands up in instinct to let an old lady sit down in his place. He sure was programmed with manners and chivalry. You smiled at the thought.

You made your way inside the grocery store, only intended to grab a basket but the humanoid insisted on a push cart.

"We have so much to buy, I've taken a mental note of everything we'll need." You simply roll your eyes and let him push the cart around as you wandered behind him. You look around as he reads the nutritional facts of every single thing he sees.

"This is definitely going to take a while." You muttered.

"Y/N? Is that you?" A voice squealed. You hissed and attempted to turn away, pretending you didn't see her. The humanoid saw how you reacted and swiftly rushed to your side in a protective stance. The stranger eyes the humanoid, her eyes sparkling at the sight of such a gorgeous man.

"Why hello there. Y/N you didn't tell me you've been busy with your boyfriend, we haven't hung out in a while." Both of your eyes widened at the misunderstanding.

"Oh, no he's not— we aren't—" You tried to explain but she just laughed out loud.

"Look how flustered you are. You know what, it's okay. But we have a lot of catching up to do!" She said, squishing your cheeks in a playful manner.

"So what's your name, handsome stranger?" She asks, turning to the confused humanoid.

"I'm S—"

"Sunghoon! His name is Sunghoon." You blurted out. Sunghoon was the name of your childhood crush when you were like 7 but that'll have to do. Unfortunately, it seems that the humanoid got even more confused.

"I am Y/N's—"

"Neighbor. He lives next door to my apartment. I was just showing him around because he just recently moved into the city." You say quickly. She can't know that you're living with a guy. Even if said guy wasn't human.

"Awww how sweet of you to go shopping with your neighbor." She said, winking at you. She's definitely not convinced.

"I'm Yeonmi, Y/N's friend." She introduced, offering her hand to Sunghoon. He took her hand reluctantly.

"You mean my super obnoxious friend." You roll your eyes.

"Shut up, you love me." She teased. Admittedly, you've been avoiding her for months now. Ever since your father passed, it was as if you didn't want to deal with anyone anymore, with the fear of being left behind again. So you shut everyone out. You know it was a very selfish move and must've made everyone worry, but you have yet to figure out how to fix things back to how it is.

You said your goodbyes not without a long, tight hug from Yeonmi and Sunghoon noticed from his scanners how your vitals greatly improved from it. This made him feel another new emotion: relief. He was very thankful for your friend who made you feel better.

You continue venturing down the aisle of food, and you find the humanoid smiling to himself. He notices your attention on him and he shakes his head, as if shrugging his thoughts off.

"What?" You asked.

"You gave me a name. Although I'm unsure if it is necessary, thank you." He says genuinely as he smiles at you, your heart skipping a beat.

"You're welcome, Sunghoon." You smiled back.

He picked up lots of fruits and vegetables, with you whining the whole time. Your whines unlocked another emotion of his; annoyance.

"No wonder her father thought she is in need of taking care of, she acts like a child." He concludes, running his fingers through his hair as he lets you get an ice cream of your choice. Oddly, seeing a bright smile on your face as you show him what flavor you got seems to put him at ease.

The two of you got home at dawn, with quickly stacking up the groceries into the cabinets and fridge, with you slumping down on the now squeaky clean couch.

It had been quite a long day and you found yourself dozing off. You woke up from the light tap on your shoulder, eyes fixating on Sunghoon with your apron wrapped around his torso.

"I could get used to this." You thought, admiring how adorable the humanoid looked but quickly pushing the thoughts away.

"Sorry to wake you, it's time for dinner." He announces and you lazily nodded, not before yawning and stretching your arms.

"Uhh, what is this?" You asked, eyeing your plate.

"It's your dinner." He says nonchalantly, expecting you to start eating. Your face shows utter disgust at the plate of vegetables.

"Please don't make me eat that." You begged. Sunghoon rolls his eyes; a trait he adapted from spending just a day with you.

"Don't be dramatic, vegetables are good for you." He states, taking the plate from you and attempting to feed you.

"Come on, say ah." He says playfully. After realizing how much you acted like a child, he researched on how to take care of children and downloaded it into his database. You scrunch your nose, leaning away from the food and shooting him a glare.

"Sunghoon, I'm not a kid." You deadpanned.

"Oh, but you won't get your ice cream if you don't eat this." He says, pouting at you teasingly. He's really good at this. With a sigh, you open wide and allow him to feed you.

"Yep, definitely a kid." He thinks to himself as he smiles in satisfaction, another emotion unlocked.

That night, you decided to move his charging port (with his help) from the lab into the spare room of the apartment.

"You know, I'm completely okay with staying at the lab." He reasoned but you quickly hush him.

"Nope. That is no way to treat a person. You deserve your own room, okay? A room that you can fill with your own stuff and decorate with your own preferences. End of discussion." You sassed as you fix his charging port into place. Sunghoon blinked at you, unable to express how grateful he is of how kind you are to him.

"She wants to treat me like a real human being." He thinks, his mechanical heart overwhelmed with gratitude.

Days went on with a routine, with him cleaning all day and you attending online classes. There were occasional bumps in the road, with you getting annoyed with how much of a neat freak he is and him getting irritated with how lazy you are at taking care of yourself. You've also taught him how to watch tv, deciding not to let him use the internet yet because he might gain too much unnecessary information online.

And so on a saturday night, you sat together on the couch as you watched figure skating competitions. Sunghoon was at complete awe the whole time, studying how the skaters moved through the ice.

"I want to skate too." He states absentmindedly, attention still on the television. You smiled, thinking how it was the first time he actually said he wanted something.

"Then let's do it, let's go skating tomorrow." You say, his head immediately shot to you.

"What, really?" Sunghoon asks in disbelief, his eyes widening.

"Yes, really. Although I'm warning you, I don't know how to skate." You laughed, with him chuckling as well.

"Then we'll learn together." He promises.

What a total lie that is. He didn't need to learn, as you watched him move swiftly against the ice, the wind in his hair as he circled around, his focused eyes twinkling in the fairy lights. He looked ethereal. You could have sworn there were tears there as you cheered him on like a proud momma. Ah, they grew up so fast.

People at the park also stopped to watch Sunghoon, whispering about how talented the young man is. His eyes caught yours, and you weren't sure if you were seeing things but you thought you saw him send you a wink and smile.

"The TV been teaching him things." You muttered, blushing but not from the cold. Sunghoon skates towards you, pulling you with him. You're eyes widened in fear.

"N-no Sunghoon I can't—" but he was already leading you through the ice, eyes never leaving yours.

"You can." He whispers, taking you by the waist as he spun you around. You giddily laughed as you threw your arms out, savouring the chilly air. You didn't even notice the people watching and cooing at you as some joined in as well.

That night, Sunghoon felt something he never felt before, and you in a long time. You felt happy.

"Say aaaah~" Sunghoon said as he fed you chicken soup. You caught a cold from skating yesterday and now you're wrapped in a super cozy blanket with Sunghoon worrying about you.

"You know I can feed myself right?" You said, swallowing the food.

"I know, but I just feel responsible because I was the one who wanted to skate. You got sick because of me, and that kinda defeats my purpose because I'm supposed to be keeping you healthy." He rambled. You roll your eyes at him.

"Colds are normal, okay? Besides, I haven't had that much fun in a while. Thank you for that, Sunghoon." You say, reaching up to tussle his hair playfully. He froze, cogs in his mind unable to process as something inside him stirred, but in a pleasant way.

"So you dance while rubbing your body on a stranger?" Sunghoon questions, but he's not sure if he wants to know the answer. Tonight, you wore a simple black dress that teasingly showed a little bit of cleavage and a decent length of fabric that hugged tightly around your upper thighs but had a daringly high slit. Sunghoon approves and disapproves at the same time.

"Yeah, it's kinda like that. But don't worry, I won't be doing that. I'll just stay by the bar the whole time." You reassured as you struggled to put on your strappy heels. Sunghoon kneels down infront of you and helps you clasp the straps around your ankles, handling it very delicately. Your heart thumps as he looks up at you.

"Are you sure you don't want me to accompany you?" He asks for the fifth time as he follows you around the house like a puppy. You sigh, actually considering it. Although it was supposed to be a girl's night according to Yeonmi, you thought maybe having Sunghoon tag along wouldn't do harm.

But it did. It did harm to you, alright. And you wanted to harm those girls who kept on grinding their asses onto Sunghoon as slow, sexy music played. You were fuming, regretting dressing Sunghoon in such fashion that screamed big D energy. Why am I being so possessive? But then again, Sunghoon does look uncomfortable. I should go save him. Yeah, I'll do that.

"Hold my drink." You tell Yeonmi as you made your way to Sunghoon.

"You go girl! Get your man!" Yeonmi cheered drunkly.

Your train of thoughts were blurred by the alcohol as you struggled to walk straight. You had only one clear thought in mind: Sunghoon. I need to get to Sunghoon.

Sunghoon stood uncomfortably, eyeing the girls who rubbed their bossoms and derriere all over him. Is this supposed to be fun? He thinks innocently. He sees you walking towards him, swaying your hips side by side as you strode towards him like a predator.

Girls hovering around him going unnoticed as you were the only one he could see.

Stunning, beautiful. He thought.

"Hey handsome, care to dance?" You asked, pulling him to you before he could even answer. The girls spat at you, telling you to 'get in line' but you just shot them a smug look.

"Sorry ladies." Sunghoon apologized, but his smile told otherwise as he let you pull him away from them.

"You don't know how badly I wanted to get away from—" He froze in his spot as you wrap your arms around his neck, inching closer than ever before. You felt bold, but maybe that was just the alcohol in your system. And as you started moving your body against Sunghoon, you knew it wasn't just you who felt the heat. His large palms go down south, resting on your swaying hips as both of you moved to the sultry rhythm.

His mechanism was going nuts, threatening to malfunction as his sensors detected your very close proximity to him. Whatever you were playing, it was dangerous. But Sunghoon couldn't help but to want more, to desire more.

"Y/N." He whispers, and you look up at him with half lidded eyes. And damn did he find you so sexy right there, under the strobe lights. No girl in the club could ever compare.

"Home?" You suggested.

"Home." He agrees.

As you got in the cab, you immediately find yourself half straddling Sunghoon's lap as you attempt to kiss him. Luckily, Sunghoon can think clearer now and concludes that a drunk Y/N is a very horny Y/N. And though the thought that it was only the alcohol that made you want him made him feel sad, he knew it was wrong to demand such things from you.

And so with your futile attempts to get into his pants, he gently lays your head on his shoulder and hugs you to keep you still. But even that couldn't stop you from squirming to get away from his hold, trying to get some action. He chuckles as he held your hand tightly in his to prevent it from landing into his crotch.

"Now now, you have to stay put. I won't be taking advantage of your state." He scolds gently. And by the time the cab had stopped in front of the building of your apartment, you were fast asleep in Sunghoon's arms.

Times like these were when Sunghoon is glad he was made of aluminum. He scooped you up in his arms like a pillow as he walked up to your apartment. You snuggled up into his chest, looking so innocent as you soaked up his warmth. Sunghoon cooed about how adorable you are, talking to you in your sleep.

He placed you delicately on your bed, contemplating whether to change your clothes or not. He decided not to, noting how your privacy is important to you. You're too drunk and asleep to give him permission right now anyway. He took off your heels and wiped your makeup off very gently, and tucked you in properly.

Long minutes pass as he studies your face, stroking your hair softly as the corners of his mouth lift up unconsciously. He really loves taking care of you. He loves you.

This realization hits him like a truck of overwhelming emotions, but it all makes sense to him now.

"I love you, Y/N." He whispers, leaving a soft kiss on your forehead before retiring to his own room.

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monsta-x-is-our-fantasia · 4 years

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Monsta (se)x : Sex with Monsta X

Shownu

- a caring dude, asks you beforehand if you need anything

- slow pace with a nice build up

- always makes sure that you feel loved by him

- whispers little compliments and ‘I love you‘

- loves the spooning position as he can keep you close with his arm around your middle and thrust deeply

Wonho

- asks nicely before doing a move (consent is important, even in a relationship, people)

- he worships you and every inch of your body

- body kisses eVERywHerE

- cock warming

- cuddles afterwards

- missionary with your legs on his shoulders, he lives for the deep af eye contact (almost as deep as his dick inside of you)

Minhyuk

- foreplay for hours, I guarantee there will be 69 action

- has too much energy, prepare yourself cause that will take the WHOLE night

- loves to mark you up

- probably has a list in alphabetical order of all the positions he wants to try with you

- his go to is the spread eagle, he loves how exposed you are to him

Kihyun

- the ki in his name stands for kinky

- intimidating

- likes it rough, but makes sure to establish a safe word beforehand

- ties your hands to the bed posts while pounding into you from behind, digging his nails into your ass

- nail scratches on your shoulders

Hyungwon

- does the bare minimum but still manages to look beautiful

- is taking his time with eating you out, those lips were made for that

- we stan a pillow prince

- his favourite position is probably cowgirl as it gives him access to your boobs, loves to squish them while you bounce

Jooheon

- tries to look really hot and serious but breaks into laughter every damn time

- a good balance between soft and sexy

- enjoys the lotus position, keeps his hands firmly on your hips and thrusts up into you to set the pace

- into fingering

- tell him that you feel so good, he gets off on praise and it fuels his ego

- needs to be pampered afterwards, so aftercare is on you

Changkyun

- are you ready to have your guts rearranged?

- whispers in his deep af voice to get you going (and it works)

- gRoWLs

- wants to make you scream

- likes rough sex, might even choke you if you’re into that (omg the mental image with his black nail polish 👁👄👁)

- hikes up your legs or pushes his legs to your chest, his thrusts are so strong, you move up on the bed

Some stats (for the science nerds among the hard stans, 100% facts)

Stamina

Shownu: 8/10 (can go multiple rounds)

Wonho: 7/10

Minhyuk: 11/10 (really hype)

Kihyun: 6/10

Hyungwon: 2/10 (can’t be bothered)

Jooheon: 6/10

Changkyun: 8/10 (play Monsta X destroyer)

Strength

Shownu: 9/10

Wonho: 10/10 (but would never use it against you though)

Minhyuk: 5/10 (he’s trying)

Kihyun: 7/10

Hyungwon: 3/10 (one strong wind and he is gone)

Jooheon: 8/10 (this is totally biased, I would lick his biceps ngl)

Changkyun: 6/10 (fake it, ‘til you make it)

Pace

Shownu: 3/10 (just enjoys the warmth)

Wonho: 5/10 (switches it up, gives you the best of both worlds)

Minhyuk: 10/10 (a jackhammer)

Kihyun: 4/10 (it’s more about the force for him)

Hyungwon: 0/10 (he‘s just lying there)

Jooheon: 7/10 (a nice smooth ride)

Changkyun: 9/10 (wants to make your boobs/ass jiggle)

Creativity

Shownu: 3/10 (just vibing)

Wonho: 5/10 (he is trying his best and this should be enough for you)

Minhyuk: 11/10 (there is a lot on his mind ....)

Kihyun: 7/10 (can switch ideas during sex like switching his vocals, king stuff only)

Hyungwon: 4/10 (not really trying tbh, just wants to get comfy)

Jooheon: 8/10 (lets just say he has a lot of ideas)

Changkyun: 7/10 (kinda strange, kinda good ideas, which eventually work out)

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mandowh0re · 3 years

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Pining

Summary: Wanda has had enough of the pining between you and Bucky, and when she accidently reads your thoughts while you're imagining him... You know... She decides to end everyone's suffering and do something about it.

A/N: I made a comment on this tik tok, and everyone actually wanted me to write it. So here you go, I guess? I hope this lived up to everyone's expectations. I also left out the use of Y/N so I’m sorry if that turns you off.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut, oral (female receiving).

Word Count: 3237

This meeting is incredibly boring.

It was literally just Steve reviewing how the fight yesterday went. What the team did right and wrong and how they could improve. It was common to have these meetings after missions and fights. It was to be expected.

But you were not paying attention. You tried, boy did you try. But every time you caught Bucky in your peripherals your brain just short circuited. Especially when he flexed his vibranium arm.

Now that just wasn’t fair.

You’ve been harboring a crush on the ex-assassin for the past year. Steve had brought him back from Wakanda after his HYDRA programming had been removed and he had successfully undergone enough therapy that he could be moved to the Avengers Compound.

He didn’t immediately jump into missions though. In fact, he had only started going on low priority ones about four months ago, progressing into larger ones as time went on.

Nobody knew about your crush. At least, you didn’t think anyone knew. It was stupid. He was still recovering from a life full of trauma, he didn’t need you and your own traumas added into the mix. And it wasn’t hard to keep your feelings at bay at first.

When the crush first developed, it was purely physical. Bucky was and is, gorgeous and edgy and all you wanted was for him to fuck you into your mattress. Or his. Or the wall. You didn’t care. And you could easily fix your neediness yourself. You had a small basket of toys you kept hidden in your closet for times like this.

So you did. You pleasures yourself many nights, imaging it was him in between your legs.

But then you got to know him. It took a while. He only trusted Steve, and Sam to an extent. But many times you found yourself in the common areas with him late at night when neither of you could sleep. It was only acknowledging each other’s presence at first, you making hot chocolate and him drinking his iced water. Then you began making one sided conversations just to fill the silence, also making him a mug of your favorite hot beverage too.

After about a week and a half of you talking about nonsense, carrying conversations by yourself, Bucky slowly began participating; first with small verbal acknowledgments, then to adding his own thoughts, then asking his own questions and bringing up his own topics.

Now, it seemed that you were both synced up in your insomniatic episodes. The both of you would meet in the common room late at night, and whoever was there first made the hot chocolate. The two of you would sit side by side on the large cushy couch and talk about everything and nothing.

So yeah. At first the crush was purely physical. Until it wasn’t.

Yesterday during the mission, you and Bucky had split off to attack the small HYDRA base from a different side. Most of the fight was supposed to be brought out back, a small explosion made by Rhodey to distract the guards and force them outside.

But it seemed like they had anticipated that, and a group of twenty guards stormed towards you and Bucky. You hadn’t even seen them coming at first, you were focused on fixing a loose zipper on your jacket.

But Bucky did.

He wrapped his vibranium arm around you and pulled you back, spinning the both of you around a corner and slamming you into a wall, right as gunshots began ringing out.

For half a moment, you and Bucky stared at each other. You were pressed against the wall, his arm pressed against your collarbone, his body mere millimeters from yours. His face was so close that you could feel his hot breath fanning across on your face. The two of you were locked onto the other’s eyes. But then it was over.

You called for backup as the two of you began fighting your way through the hoard of HYDRA soldiers.

It’s all you’ve been able to think about since the adrenaline of the fight wore off. The way Bucky looked at you. Held you. How close he was…

You’d give anything for him to choke you against a wall and fuck you senseless, and then cuddle you into the next morning.

Suddenly there’s a choked noise, and you look over to see Wanda staring at you.

You cock an eyebrow, unsure what you could have done to cause that reaction. But then you see it. The tiniest bit of red glowing behind her eyes.

Oh shit.

“Wanda, darling. Are you alright?” Vision asks, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She nods, peeling her eyes from yours to look at Vision and smile. You wonder how her head isn’t flying off at the speed at which she’s nodding.

The meeting concludes soon after that, and you know you’re in for it.

You walk to your room, not even shutting the door because you hear Wanda trailing only a few paces behind you.

“Can you not keep your thoughts even a little quiet?” She asks, clinging to her self control to keep from bursting into laughter.

“I didn’t realize you were even listening!” You retort, hands flying into the air, “Why were you listening in the first place? Isn’t that… I don’t know… A little rude?” You giggle. You had to admit, the situation was pretty funny, albeit embarrassing.

“You were complaining blanked out. I was worried you were having another panic attack. I wanted to check before I interrupted the meeting to help,” She flops on your bed, “This is getting out of hand. Hearing both you and Bucky pining for each other without doing anything about it is exhausting. Will you two just get it over with already?”

“He doesn’t need the added stress and trauma right now. He’s still adjusting and recovering.”

The redhead rolls her eyes, “He will always be adjusting and recovering. How do you know being with you isn’t something that would actually do him good?”

You break eye contact and instead move your gaze to the purple cat squishmallow that Bucky got you for your birthday last month.

“I, uh. I’m not good with gifts. But you mentioned you like purple. And… Cats. I’m sorry, it’s stupid-“

You can’t help the ginormous smile that spreads across your face. Bucky was beginning to get flustered, his face turning pink and his nose scrunching up in that cute way it does when he gets nervous.

You take the large stuffed animal from him and hug it right to your chest.

“I love it, Buck. I think it’s my favorite gift I’ve ever gotten.”

“Really?”

You nod, and step closer to pull him into a hug, the purple cat squished between you. When you pull away, you kiss his cheek.

“Really. Thank you.”

You ended up naming the cat Mochi, after the cat in Big Hero 6.

You sigh, “I don’t know. I just… What if he realizes I’m too much to handle? Most men on earth are afraid of me.”

You think back to your childhood, when none of the other kids would play with you. How most people look at you when you’re out for a run.

“They’re afraid of me too, but not Vision.”

You scoff, “Vision has an infinity stone and you literally are part of each other. Of course he’s not scared of you.”

Wanda groans and stands from her place on your bed, grabbing your wrist and pulling you out of your room and down the hall.

“Where are we going?” You ask, letting her lead you.

She doesn’t answer, but soon you’re in front of Bucky’s room. She pounds on the door and before you can realize what’s happening, the door is open.

Wanda shoves her way past the larger man, hauling you with her.

“Okay, this is getting out of hand,” She says, pulling you next to her, “This pining is getting out of control. I’m locking the both of you in here until you break this tension and admit your feelings to each other.” She let’s go of your hand and marches out, her red magic encasing the door and shutting it, the lock turning. As if that had any effect over the hex.

It’s painfully silent. Neither you or Bucky can look each other in the eye. Finally, you decide to bite the bullet and break the silence.

“Um, I’m sorry about that. I’ll just-“ You go to move past him, arm reaching for the door. You’re not sure what you’re going to do because Wanda has the door sealed…

But there’s suddenly a strong hand wrapped around your wrist, making you turn to the object of your affection.

“Please, don’t go.”

It’s quiet again, but it’s different this time.

He steps closer, his flash hand moving to your waist. Your eyes are glued to his, and you gently grab his vibranium hand and bring it to your cheek, kissing his palm. He looks scared.

The two of you stay like that for a while, unsure what to do next and who is going to take that last step; crossing that line both of you were terrified to even teeter on.

“I-“ He starts, but you interrupt him.

“Just kiss me, James.”

And it’s like you flipped a switch. His lips were suddenly crushed to yours, fighting for dominance and winning. He licks your lower lip, coaxing your mouth open. You comply immediately, letting his tongue slide in and explore every inch of your mouth.

He reaches down and grabs your thighs, lifting you against him and nearly slamming you into the wall, pushing against you so that his body is holding you up. He grabs your shirt, ripping it from your body and tossing it to the ground. A growl rips from his chest and he palms your breasts before dipping his head to take one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, rolling the other between his fingers.

The sensation goes straight to your clit and you buck your hips into his, looking for the friction you desperately needed.

He let’s go of your nipple with a wet pop and grunts, “Fuck, doll. If you keep doing that I’m not going to be able to control myself.”

You’re a panting mess at this point, grasping his biceps for dear life.

“I don’t want you to,” You tell him, “I want you to fuck me.”

Bucky’s pupils blow impossible wider. There’s a dangerous look in his eyes, one akin to a predator looking at prey. And it makes your cunt throb with need.

He kisses down your neck and shoulders, biting and sucking bruises every few inches. When he sucks as your pulse point, you can’t help the loud moan that escapes your lips.

Bucky smirks against your skin, and decides that he has to hear that sound again.

He grabs onto your ass and turns, tossing you onto his bed. He quickly removes his shirt and pants, while you remove your own pants. You thank the gods that you chose to wear cute panties today.

Bucky pulls himself on top of you, kissing from your collarbone to your waist, before he hooks a metal digit in the waistband of your lacy black panties.

“I like these,” He says, playing with the hem before pulling and ripping them off of your body.

You gasp at the sudden sensation, “I thought you liked them!”

“They were in the way.”

He keeps his eyes on yours as you nod, and he slowly nudges your legs open, kneeling down so he’s almost eye level with your soaked pussy.

“Even prettier than I could have imagined.” He coos, his cock straining against his boxers, “So fucking wet for me, and I’ve barely touched you.”

He kisses his way down your inner thigh, making his way to your core.

Your hands are on either side of your head when you feel him lick a thick stripe through your folds, and you immediately grab the sheets for purchase.

You gasp, “Fuck!”

Spurred on by your reaction, Bucky licks another stripe before spreading you even further and licking small circles around your clit. Your hips buck onto his tongue and your hands find his hair again.

“Oh my gods, Bucky.”

He smiles as he sucks the bundle of nerves in between his lips, holding your hips down to the mattress with his hands.

It’s almost too much, you haven’t been touched by another person in over a year. Only yourself and your toys. But, fuck, nothing has ever felt the way this man’s mouth does.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take much more, he plunges two thick fingers into your pussy, pulling out a string of loud curses.

You thank your lucky stars that these rooms are soundproof, and that the glow of Wanda’s hex is now gone from the door.

Bucky adds a third finger, causing a loud moan to erupt from your chest, and continues to pump his digits inside of you.

He feels your walls begin to flutter, and your moans are picking up speed and volume.

He curls his fingers just so, hitting the spongy patch inside of you that makes you see stars.

Keeping his fingers in place, Bucky feels you clamp and flutter around them, and watches as your body seizes in pleasure. Once you’ve finished riding out your high, he takes his digits from you and puts them in his mouth, sucking your juices from them.

“So sweet, too.”

Your chest is still heaving, and you watch as he removes his boxers before he climbs over top of you, moving your legs to either side of him.

Your eyes fall to his cock, and your mouth begins watering at the sight. You figured he’d be big. Ya know, being physically enhanced and all.

But he’s huge.

He catches you staring and smirks, pumping himself and spreading his precum to slick himself.

When he leans overtop of you, he pulls you into a desperate kiss before leaning away and asking, “Are you sure?”

You nod, “Yes. Please, Bucky.”

He nods and kisses you again, adjusting himself and teasing your clit with his engorged head, making you bite his lower lip.

He growls, moving so he’s whispering in your ear.

“Don’t play games if you can’t take the punishment, doll.”

You wrap your legs around his waist, as if to challenge him.

“James Buchanan Barnes, if you don’t fuck me right this instant-“

He cuts you off, slamming himself into you, making you scream.

He stops when he bottoms out, afraid that your scream was out of pain.

“You okay?” He asks, wiping a small tear that escaped your closed lids.

You nod, “Yeah, just move slowly.”

He nods and begins to slowly pull out, before sheathing himself inside your cunt again. It’s almost painful for him to move so slow, and he’s clinging to every shred of self control that he has to keep from absolutely destroying your pretty pussy right then and there.

After several slow thrusts, your eyes flutter open and your body begins to relax.

“Faster.” You breathe.

He nods and begins quickening his pace, watching you for any signs of discomfort. He grabs one of your legs and pulls it over his shoulder, letting him reach deeper inside of you than before.

The moans from your lips are sinful, and the squelching from your soaked cunt would be embarrassing if you weren’t so fucking high off his cock ramming into you.

There’s low curses and groans ripping from Bucky’s mouth, and you can feel how wet the sounds continue to make you.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking good, baby. So right around me, taking my cock so well,” He growls as he continues fucking you into his bed, his balls smaking your ass with each thrust, “This pussy belongs to me. Got it?”

You don’t answer, and he wraps his vibranium hand around your throat.

“Answer me.”

You nod, but it’s not good enough for him and his fingers squeeze against your flesh.

“Use your words.”

“Yes… This is your pussy.”

He feels your walls tighten around him.

“You like that?” He asks, smacking your ass and earning a yelp and another clench of your pussy on his cock, “You like when I fuck this pretty pussy and claim you as mine?” He adds another squeeze of your throat, “You like when I choke this pretty throat?”

“Yes!” You nearly scream, the sensations causing the coil in your tummy to tighten once more, “F-Fuck, yes Bucky.”

Bucky moves his hand from your throat to your breast, kneading and rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger before moving to give the other one the same attention.

He’s so close, and all he needs is you to clamp around him to push him over the edge.

He moves the hand holding your hips to your pussy and presses harshly on your clit.

That’s all you needed for the coil to snap.

You scream, loud, and your nails dig into his shoulders as you paint his balls and legs in your cum.

His own hips stutter, and you feel his cock twitch inside of you as he paints your walls in white.

His movements slow to a stop as you both finish riding out your orgasms, and he carefully removes your leg from his shoulder before he collapses next to you, pulling you into his chest.

You both lay there, listening to each other calm down, the only sounds in the room being your erratic breathing.

When the two of you have finally caught your collective breaths, you giggle.

“I guess it was about time.”

He chuckles and kisses your forehead, “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

“Yeah,” you answer, “Yeah I think I do.”

***

That evening, you sneak back to your room to change into pajamas and grab Mochi. The team was having movie night, and you didn’t really want to sport the now ripped outfit you had on before Bucky essentially destroyed you.

You slip on some black sweatpants and a purple tank top, grab Mochi, and walk to the common room.

You sit next to Bucky, which was common for movie night, so you’re not sure why everyone is staring at you.

“The fuck are you losers looking at?” You ask.

Sam begins to snicker.

“Hon,” Tony says as he leans forward in his seat with a giggly Peter, “Did you look in a mirror?”

“What?” You look around and your eyes land in Bucky, who looks flushed and annoyed at the same time.

“I think I… May have…”

“You’re covered in hickies, dude.” Peter says before bursting into laughter, Sam and Clint following suit.

Your eyes blow wide and before you can do anything about it, Steve hands you his hoodie.

You take it from him graciously, bless him, and quickly cover yourself.

“Okay, everyone. Most of us are adults here, excluding the three laughing stooges,” Natasha says, causing an outburst of cries from the three mentioned team members, “Now if I remember correctly, Sam, Clint, and Tony, you owe Wanda and I twenty bucks each.”

“Oh, fuck!” Clint yells.

“Hey, there’s a kid here.” Tony chides.

“I’m not the one showing off hickies!”

Same interjects, “Wanda definitely cheated, I’m not paying you shit!”

***

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thebiasrekkers · 2 years

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Star of Fate [Vampire!VIXX]

Plot: The longer you stare into darkness, the more you realize that something could be staring back. Even more so when that darkness doesn’t want to be brought into the light and will do anything to stay that way.

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Genre: Series | Vampire!AU | Angst | Romance/Fluff | Smut

Pairings: OT6 VIXX x OC(s)

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Previous Chapters: Prologue, 2, 3, 4, 5

Links: FAQ || VIXX Masterlist || Admin L’s AO3 || Admin L’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 1842

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Chapter 6- Cry Little Sister

Last fire will rise behind those eyes Black house will rock, blind boys don't lie Immortal fear, that voice so clear Through broken walls, that scream I hear

There were fingers trailing along the curve of the neck, dipping down to cast little circles on the shoulder. The fingers were cold against your skin but each touch felt electric as they moved down the arm and took hold of your hand. You knew it was a man there before you but the face just wouldn’t focus. There was no fear in that moment, his eyes softly glowing like a sunset. The more that you tried to focus on the face, the more it seemed to blur. But the color of his eyes stayed fixed on you, never moving or blinking.

He pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hold. Both of you started to rock in place, almost dancing in that presence. There, he could hold you for as long as you stayed asleep and you could relax in that calm hold. Away from all the noises of the world, away from the danger that you had just been through and let the quiet of the night engulf both of you. Was that what peace was like? Quiet and calm, secure but strong? You hoped so as you pressed your face into his chest tighter, cheeks squishing against his hard chest. There was a low rumble you could hear as you realized that he was starting to speak.

“Dear… you came back to me but broken.”

His fingers then spread out over your back, soothing circles into that area as he danced in place with you. You looked down and realized that neither of you had either foot on the ground. Panicking, you grabbed at him more--resulting in a light chuckle from him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll never drop you nor will they have you. You are safe with me, remember that.”

Everything started to fade away but you grabbed at him even harder, not wanting to leave. One hand reached up to pat your head and smooth down some of the wild hair. He hummed a little melody to calm the nerves, still drifting along with you in his arms above the ground. You could feel yourself relaxing more into his arms as your eyes closed.

Lucky’s eyes opened but instead of expecting sunlight in the eyes, she saw that her curtains looked different. That was when she realized that she was no longer in her own room. The bed was impossibly soft and the colors of the sheets were a stark contrast to what she knew she had in her room. Black silk enveloped her body as she laid there, stock still and paralyzed with fear. She had no idea how she even got there and she was convinced that if she moved, she would be killed.

“Ok, Lucky. You have got to move. You aren’t dead so you can still get out.” She whispered to herself, gathering up the courage to do so. Carefully, she sat up and instead of pain like she had remembered--there was none. Just a bit of soreness where she knew she had been hurt. After all, the last thing she remembered wasn’t a dream.

Swinging her feet over the edge of the bed, Lucky made another discovery in the form of her not being in the same clothes she left out in. She only had on a very large white button up shirt that looked way too expensive and dangled at the ends because she was fairly short. She carefully felt around where the wounds were supposed to be but only felt skin and the little bit where something used to be. There was no scar, only smooth tissue. She tested her feet by standing up and placing them on the cold ground, bouncing as if she was preparing to run. There had to be a way out of there and she was going to find it before anyone could stop her.

The door didn’t even creak as she pulled it open, giving her hope that she could make it out of there quietly. She was glad that she didn’t wear her glasses to the outing with Laoise as she had her contacts still in. With everything that had happened to her, they probably would have been broken and she would have been crawling around like Velma trying to get out. She quietly padded around, looking everywhere and anywhere for any chance or type to escape. There was a murmur of voices that could be heard by her and she risked a peek over the railing, noticing that she was fairly high up.

There were a couple of men standing on the ground floor, backs to her as they talked. Lucky quietly moved away from the railing as she let them talk, continuing to look for a way out. Finding some stairs, she descended them as quickly as she could but it never failed that at the middle of the steps--a creak could have been heard. She froze, eyes wide as she frantically looked around to see if anyone heard the sound. Her ears strained to hear any footsteps that might have been on their way but there were no such sounds. Once on the ground floor, she turned and saw something that she thought she’d forgotten about.

The mahogany doors from her dream.

Lucky didn’t notice it before but there were little tea lights that had been lit up everywhere. They highlighted the door, as well as the rest of the area and as she got closer to it--the more of that dream came back to her. Her hands touched the wood, feeling the texture and being absolutely astounded that it actually existed. There, for a brief moment, she forgot that she was in a stranger’s house. It was almost like deja vu as she felt the smooth material under her fingers.

A hand suddenly slammed itself on the door, trapping her there and causing her to jump. Lucky whipped around to see a man there with droopy eyes but a stern look on his face. His amber eyes seemed to bore into her own until her knee rose up to meet his body. She used the opportunity to run away from him while he doubled over. She was about to take another turn when another pair of hands grabbed hold of her body, crushing her to their body. She attempted to scream and fight off the person but only succeeded in getting a good sniff of their cologne.

A feeling of calm washed over her, the panic in her leaving as his voice soothed it all away. She started to relax in his embrace as she wondered if she really was about to die there.

“If you’re going to kill me, get it over with while I feel this nice.” She mumbled but the man that held her laughed, all but dragging her into the main room. She was placed onto a lush couch, rather haphazardly and that was when she saw the strange looking man. Far away, he would have blended in with everyone else but he had something almost ethereal. Tall, handsome and his eyes were all a golden hue which didn’t match any eye color that she had ever seen in her life.

“What do you remember?” His eyes seemed to bore into Lucky’s, an almost sad look on his strong face. The sudden question threw her off and she scrambled to think, his hand flew out to grab her face. His large hand covered her eyes and held onto her top part of her face. She started to panic, flailing and scratching at his hand but the person from behind her gently wrapped their hands around her shoulders to keep her still.

She could see everything play out before her like it was happening all over again. The attack, the pain--all of it was there and it was like she could feel someone else inside of her mind directing the show. His hand grew hot the longer it was on her face, making sweat start to form on her forehead. The edges of her vision started to grow dark, even with the memories and the last thing that she heard was something about erasing her memories. The voices didn’t seem to sound malicious but they were firm in their decision.

Lucky woke up in her bed, safe and sound. She popped awake and threw off the covers that held her there. She scrambled off, expecting the man to still be there but he wasn’t. She blinked rapidly before realizing her contacts were still in therefore confirming everything she had experienced was real. Racing towards her bathroom, she tore off the shirt she had on to examine what had been done. There wasn’t any hint of lacerations, just smooth areas where a scar would have been. She looked at the shirt in her hand and realized that it was the one that she had been wearing in her supposed dream. She dropped it in a panic as if it had bit her and scrambled out of the bathroom.

There was only one person she could tell this to but after several minutes of searching, Lucky could not find her phone to call Laoise with. However, there was a way she could record it so it didn’t slip from her mind. Grumbling, Lucky rummaged about her room for something to write with. Finally finding a notebook, she started to write down everything she could and as she looked back on it--she felt herself calming down. After several minutes and the right hand cramping, Lucky finished recording everything and got properly dressed.

It was over the cup of hot coffee that she realized what it was she actually wrote.

It didn’t make any sense. Her very mind was warring with all of her common sense but there was the whisper of what if. That same whisper that seemed to get her out of a lot of things and gradually earned her the nickname Lucky. She couldn’t ignore her gut feelings but she could figure out what actually happened. Whether or not it was a dream, she had lost many hours of her life in that confusion and needed to know.

A sudden knock startled her out of her thoughts. Lucky kept quiet in hopes that they would go away but the pounding on her door grew. Finally she got up and answered the door, only to find several men in some suits and one or two in regular street wear.

“Miss Leonora Grant?” The one closest held up a badge and offered a wry smile. Lucky only stared at them, trying to figure out if the badge was real. “We need your assistance with an investigation and have determined that you are in danger. Could you come with us please?”

“Wait...what??”

The man sighed and repeated himself, even providing a number to call to verify that they were who they were. Her gut was screaming at her not to go but if they had any answers, she needed to find out what happened.

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Shuffle playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - Harry Hook x Reader - part 5 - the isle.

warning: talk of non-con selling of sex in last bit of chapter

(note: (n/n) means = Nick name)

Mal took a heaving breath as she led her scooter towards the edge of the cliff, facing towards the isle of the lost. Harry repositioned behind her, tightening his grip on the cushion below him.

Mal let out a few sputtering sobs and lifted her goggles off the bridge of her nose and placed them on top of her helmet. she swung her backpack off her shoulders and grabbed her spellbook from her bag, hurriedly shifting through the pages to find the correct spell. There it was. “Noble steed/proud and fair/you will take us/anywhere”

The scooter glowed purple for a moment before it went back to normal, and Harry could swear the barrier had shimmered purple as well.

Mal stuffed her book back in her bag and shrugged it back on, turning to Harry while reshifting her goggles back onto her nose “hang tight, and onto me, I know it'll be uncomfortable but I don’t know if this will work, and I still can't swim” Harry sighed and released the cushions, wrapping is arms around Mal's torso and leaning against her.

“okay, hoo” she took a deep breath again, revving the engine of her scooter “please work”

“Mal if this doesn’t work and we die I am going ta kill yeh!” Harry yelped as Mal suddenly swerved to the right towards the steep slope down towards the beach and lead the bike onto the ocean.

The bike hopped on the surface a couple of times before smoothing out, Mal looked over her and Harry's shoulders back to Auradon and let out a breathy laugh, she was free!!!! Free from the pastel dresses, the invading press, the bobby pins, the painful too small at her toe heels, the rules, everything!

She could finally be herself again.

She and Harry let out a gasp as the barrier shimmered over them, the feeling of her magic draining from her was probably the worst feeling she had ever experienced, yet the scooter was still running atop the water. “odd” she muttered to herself, slapping the handle of her scooter as she remembered FGs explanation of good-intentioned magic being allowed to exist behind the border.

And she was doing everybody a favor by going back to the isle, so it had to be good-intentioned…right?

She took a hard right, making Harry yelp, and rolled into the wharf market that was near the Core fours hideout. Harry finally looked around, fixing the black motor helmet over his head as he passed his fellow isle pirates.

Mal suddenly stopped, looking to her left and taking off her goggles, Harry looked away from the market and towards her, raising his brow as she tore down the defiled poster with her and Ben on it and bunched it up, she threw it over her shoulder and replaced her goggles. She drove the scooter down to the next block and parked it in the slot next to the ascending stairs up to the core fours apartment. Harry quickly slid off the back and ripped the helmet from his head, shaking around to get rid of the squished feeling on his ears.

“I’m never doing tha’ again” Harry growled, his icy blue eyes locking with Mals now dull green ones as she passed by him and walked over to the entrance of her apartment. She picked up a rock and chucked it at the yellow sign with the words ‘danger flying rocks’. the sign swung back and the metal fence door lifted up.

Mal glanced back at Harry and gestured to the hideout, inviting him into the safe space. He shook his head and held his hands up, the weight of the helmet in his left hand shifting a bit “nah, I swore never ta step foot in tha’ place, I’ll be at meh apartment for a bit till I go talk ta Uma” Mal tilted her head at him.

“why do you want to talk to Uma?” she asked, leaning over the railing of the steps. Harry gave her a look.

“I need her ta know I haven’t abandoned her” Mal's mouth made an ‘o’ shape as she nodded, realizing what Harry was talking about.

“I get it….sorry, I know I was part of the distraction that prevented Ben from getting more kids off” she sighed, scratching the back of her head. “I've- I wish I could’ve done something more- I-I just” Harry held his hand up again, shaking his head.

“I know, lemme say this from (y/n)s perspective because from mine I would just blame yeh fully” Mal let out a little snort, if anything her and Harry's distaste of each other hadn’t changed in the last 6 months, which was nice. “yeh were under a lot of stress, and it’s not yer job ta make sure Ben follows through on his promise to bring more vks over” Mal shook her head, pushing up on her toes and pouting at Harry.

“but I could have helped with moving it further along, it was my fault that he kept blowing you and (y/n) off on those meetings for the vks, I could have…I don’t know made him think we were having a date in his office and then you two just make him sit through the meeting or something” Mal sighed, leaning her cheek on her hand.

Harry shrugged again, looking down the alley “aye possibly, I’ll be back at meh apartment if yeh need meh, Jay will know where it is” Mal quirked her brow again.

“huh?” Harry smirked up at Mal, rolling his eyes.

“did yeh really think those three would jus’ leave ye ‘ere? and yeh know once (y/n) finds out I’m ‘ere too she’ll drag me off by meh ear” Mal rolled her eyes.

“I guess….though I was kinda betting on someone coming over and taking me back, I’m really just here to get away from it all” Harry nodded at that.

“aye, once we crossed the barrier yeh regretted this a bit didn’t yeh?” Mal nodded a bit.

“…yeah, that feeling of magic being drained from me it was just….made everything come back, now I remember why we all wanted to leave so bad….I guess the stress from Auradon made this place seem a lot better than it was” Mal sighed, looking up to the dark grey sky.

Harry nodded again and started to back away “aye, when the rest of em get here, just tell (y/n) I’m at meh apartment and Jay can lead ‘er there” Mal waved him off and watched him disappear into the dark alleys towards the wharf. She tapped her heel against the steel stairs nervously as he left her sight.

God, she hoped Hook wouldn’t find out about Harry’s presence on the isle.

She couldn’t bear to hear those sounds again.

You sighed as you leaned back in the cushioned chair in Ben's office, watching him quickly write down on the papers for cotillion. You had bust into his office about an hour ago, waiting until he finally talked about his fight with Mal. He stopped, looking up at you through his lashes before sighing and leaning back against his chair. “I really screwed up didn’t I” he finally muttered, crossing his arms and looking up at the ceiling.

“yep” you popped your lips, smirking as he groaned and rubbed his face in stress.

“but she lied to me! She lied about everything and thought she could get away with it! And-and” you rose your brow as he looked back to you. “-god I was just so angry at her for doing that but then….god I fucking compared her to Audrey” you blinked at that.

“you-I-wow Ben, that’s….alright then” you chuckled, pinching your nose and standing from your chair, walking over to bens desk and leaning on it “alright imma say it straight, and before you ask, I’m from a world where yall are a movie remember?” Ben nodded, slightly confused at the last part, leaning back slightly as (y/n)s disappointed look turned to a glare. “you are valid to be mad at Mal for lying to you about using her magic, you are valid to be mad at her for doing that. But you have to understand, she.is.not.you. she is not Evie, she is not Audrey, and she is not from here.

She is from the isle, where EVERYTHING was different for her, there were no rules, there was no press, there was no dress code, there was no nothing, she could just do whatever she wanted. Going from that, to having a billion rules and demands from everyone, is extremely stressful”

Ben tried to speak up but you silenced him with a glare “you may say ‘but I never asked her to be anything other than herself’ you never told her that, when she started to try being the perfect Auradon girl, you never told her that you liked it, you never told her you didn’t like it, you just let her keep going, which in her head translated it as ‘oh he likes me better this way, I’ll keep going’ I know you have that stained glass window with her in her full isle style self, but that window would have been helpful two months ago when all this shit started. She's having an identity crisis Ben, she needs support and guidance, now I don’t mean she needs her hand held, she needs someone to say that she's doing the right thing, that she's not screwing anything up.

she needed someone to say that she didn’t have to change because she was already perfect, yes, her attitude and shit needed work but as a whole? She was fine, she didn’t need to change the way she spoke, or walked, or dressed, or smiled. She just needs to learn that it's okay not to be okay, and to ask for help. She JUST learned that she wasn’t the only person in the world 6 months ago, and now she needs to learn that it's okay that she's not doing okay.

And you haven’t helped her with that, you have just stood by and acted like nothing was wrong, and that’s what is wrong Ben, you live in this world of lollipops and sunshine, that you don’t see what’s two inches in front of you! And that’s not a bad thing, I love that you’re an optimist, but when It comes to not seeing that something is wrong with your friends, that’s when it becomes a problem.” You sighed, leaning back and cracking your neck.

“again, I will say you being mad at Mal for lying to you about using her magic and…lying to you about how she was doing is completely valid. but you again have to understand, her entire existence, up until 6 months ago, was pleasing her mother.

and when her mother was turned into a mini dragon, her people-pleasing tendencies turned to you, and what she thought would please you most. And that would be a perfect Auradon girl. That’s why she did all that, because she thought you would prefer her that way instead of her actual self. On both sides of your argument, you both are in the wrong, and you both are in the right, but because you both lack communication between the two of you”

you held up your hand again as Ben tried to speak “neither of you truly talk to each other, yes you talk, but not really, you never asked about her boundaries, she never asked you about what you wanted, both of you suffered because you just won't talk to each other like that, you need to talk to each other and find out what is going on with the other to find balance in your relationship. Ben, you can't just rely on the other to come forward, you both have to if you see a problem in the relationship.

And the problem with yours is that you don’t know how to look past the surface and see beneath anything, and Mal doesn’t know how to ask for help. I’m not saying your shallow, I’m saying you’ve lived in a world of everything is perfect and nothing is ever wrong; so it's hard for you to realize that someone is having a hard time, and Mal has lived in a world where asking for help meant weakness or even worse death.” Ben paled at that

“so both of you have to teach the other about yourselves, Mal can teach you how to look beneath the front mask of people and see their true selves and intentions, and you can teach mal to soften up and learn that asking for help is not a bad thing anymore”

You sat back down in your chair and crossed your arms, waiting for Ben’s response as he just stared at you “I know, that was one big ol’ rant but it needed to be said” you laughed, cracking your neck and sighing “I haven’t talked that much in….never” Ben rolled his eyes and leaned forward on his hands.

“I need to talk to her” you nodded, shifting in your chair.

“what you need is to take your relationship slower Ben, it's only been six months, don’t you think that’s a little fast? especially for Mal who’s never done anything like this before? Something like cotillion and her being introduced as Lady of the court would be something that happened in a year, not six months. I think it would be better to celebrate the half-year of the vks being here than all that.” Ben paused for a moment, then groaned, flopping back in his chair.

“I’m an idiot” He muttered, you snorted and rolled your eyes “of course she's not ready for all this….I really should have paid attention to her more instead of just assuming that she was okay with everything changing so fast” he sighed, glancing back at you. You nodded to him, letting him know he was on the right track.

The two of you sat up as the door to Ben’s office opened suddenly and Evie stepped in, knocking rapidly on Ben’s door. “Evie!” Ben sighed, letting a smile bloom on his face. “come in” she quickly stepped into the room and closed the door. She let out a shuddering sigh and looked from you to Ben. You sighed, closing your eyes, right you had forgotten about Mal going back.

“Mal’s gone back to the isle” Evie's voice wavered, looking down at the floor as she quickly walked over to Ben and handed him a note. Before he could read it she said his name, and handed him the golden class ring Ben had given Mal during the coronation.

He stared at it for a few moments before hurriedly unfolding the note and reading it, his eyes shining as his shoulders dropped as he read the note. “this-this is my fault! She had been under so much pressure lately and I-I was the last straw….I shouldn’t have yelled at her like that” he bit his lip, a few tears trailing down his cheeks and hitting the top of his desk “she wasn’t even doing anything bad with her magic she was just taking a few shortcuts….I have to go to the isle and get her back myself! It's dangerous over there and she could get hurt…I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to her” he turned to the window, peering out the side where he could see the edge of the ocean.

“Ben you’ll never find her! The isle is huge and she has a million hiding places!” Evie sighed, rubbing her arms as she thought about what she was about to do “you have to take me with you” Ben turned around, looking at Evie with wide eyes.

“I can't let you do that” he muttered, his shoulders dropping “I don’t want anything happening to you” Evie shook her head defiantly.

“I’m going, you don’t even know how to get from the entrance to the market, you need someone who knows the isle sand from stone…and I can't leave her there either, there's no doubt she’s made some enemies over there that are just waiting for a moment to strike, and without her mother's protection…even if it was lousy protection, she could get seriously hurt, or even worse killed…” Ben turned pale again, he didn’t want to think about that. “and she's my best friend Ben, I won't just leave her….and we’ll bring the boys too, because there's safety in numbers and I’m betting none of us are popular over there right now” Evie sighed, rubbing the back of her neck, she stopped, watching as Gil entered the room quickly and slammed the door behind him “Gil?” he looked to you, his face place and his body shaking.

“Gil what's wrong?” you asked, standing up quickly and walking over to him “you look like you’ve seen a ghost” he let out a small whimper and handed you a piece of paper from Harry's journal. “what-“ you felt your world stop.

-Gil, I’m sorry, but I’m going back to the isle with Mal, I’m not planning on staying but I need to make a point to beasty boy. I'll stay out of sight I promise.

-Harry

Harry had gone back to the isle with Mal “he what?!” you half screeched, almost stumbling back into the seats in front of Bens desk if it wasn’t for Gils hands on your shoulders

“(y/n)” Evie gasped, rushing over to you and wrapping her arm around your torso “what’s-oh no” she read the note, her face forming into a look of horror “Harry’s gone back to the isle too” she muttered, covering her mouth with a gasp. Ben furrowed his brows in confusion.

“why-you sound like it's even worse that he went back?” he asked, walking over to the three of you and glancing at the paper.

“because it is” Evie looked up at Ben “Harrys had it a lot worse than Mal, his- his father” you felt a cold chill rush over your skin and you broke from Gil and Evie's grip.

“his father what?” you snapped, the vks flinching from your dark tone. “tell me.”

“his-his dad um…he sold him when he didn’t have money” Gil muttered, his face turning green from the memories.

“or just didn’t feel like spending money” Evie snapped, hand clenching so hard you would hear her knuckles crack.

“…sold him?” Ben asked naively, Evie and Gil looked at him with sad eyes.

“he sold him to others to have….sex with” Gil paused between his words, they were almost too hard to get out “when he bought his rum or whatever he felt like drinking, I don’t remember how long it was happening but if Hook finds out Harry is on the isle….we might not ever see Harry again” you and Ben looked at each other and nodded.

“then it's settled” Ben clenched his fist around Mal's note and his ring, watching you as you grit your teeth and your eyes turn dark “we head to the isle as soon as possible, we can't risk anything happening to Harry or Mal” the three of you nodded and rushed out of Bens office to collect Carlos and Jay.

‘oh Harry’ you felt tears burn in your eyes as you burst into your dorm room and grabbed a change of clothes that suit the isle ‘why didn’t you tell me’ you stopped, seeing a large piece of paper from Harry's journal sitting on your desk. You quickly walked over and grabbed it, unfold it, and start to read.

-to my dear (n/n)

I’m sorry, but I’m going back to the isle. No, we aren’t breaking up, this has nothing to do with you, I’m making a point to Ben.

I know he and the others will stop at nothing to get Mal back from the isle and I needed to make sure Ben would see the isle for what it really is. A place where no child should be and hopefully, he will get a move on for the vk transfer thing.

I also needed to see Uma and my sisters; they need to know I haven’t abandoned them. I know you’ll be coming with Ben and the others to get me, I do not doubt that, so I’ll see you soon.

I know the dangers of me being here, and I’m sorry I never told you about my history with my dad, but I’m sure Evie and Gil filled you in on it. I’m planning to stay out of sight and away from him and anyone who might tell him about me being here.

I promise when we are back in Auradon I’ll tell you everything about my life on the isle, you deserve to know.

I love you; I know I have never said that, but I’m sure of it now, and I wanted to say it just in case.

-Harry

You let out a low sob and collapsed against your desk, holding the now crumpled note against your chest “Harry” you chocked out, feeling droplets of tears hit your hand. “you stupid fucking idiot”

“I love you too”

-end of part 5-

Here it is! Part 5! I hope I made bens side of the argument…better while also still being like “yeah both are wrong both are right in it, but Mal was really having a hard time and ben needs to slow the fuck down” because MAL IS NOT READY FOR ANY OF THE DATING SHIT SHE IS DOING IN D2, COTILLION SHOULD HAVE WAITED FOR AT LEAST ONE YEAR INTO THEIR RELATIONSHIP NOT 6 MONTHS! Anyway, I also hope Mal and Harry's talk at the beginning was also…nice? That’s the best word I can think of right now but I hope im making Mal an actual likable character instead of….ya know *gestures to d2/3* that. Im trying to actually develop her d1 character into something more instead of just making a whole new one each “movie”

And yes, James is just as Bad in this as he was in the OG part of your world, and don’t worry, he does get his ass kicked by reader.

Thank you for reading!

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haravath0t · 3 years

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A Christmas Heist Pt. V - Confrontations

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: inaccurate depictions of technology, depictions of violence, flirty Bucket, an actually big word count

Hi guys! This is it! The final addition of “A Christmas Heist”! I am so so glad to have been able to write this out! Of course, this part will be a bit longer than the previous parts, as this is the final part after all. I must thank @world-of-aus immensely for going above and beyond for these action scenes! Without her, this part wouldn’t be what it is! Thank you once again to @hailhydra920 for putting this wonderful request in for the holidays! It was a nice request to kind of dip my feet into the water, as this is my first mini-series! There will be an epilogue to be an official end to this mini series! That shall be posted Monday night! As always, feedback and commentary are deeply appreciated! What did you like? What did you not like? What do you guys wanna see? I’d love to know! Thank you and enjoy reading!

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“So you wanted to take a look at the MacBooks that we offer right, Miss?” Steve asks with feigned enthusiasm, keeping up the facade until you two were for sure alone on the table, far away enough from anyone to hear. Steve takes a look around one more time before he whispers, “Okay, so… this should be the section I think. I tried looking for it on the other two tables to your left, but they weren’t there. The serial numbers were getting a bit close, but not quite.” Bucky lightly clears his throat and looks around, adjusting his cap. “Well, it’s the last table with the MacBooks, we can take a look here for sure.” You take another cautious look around, resisting the urge to take the different colored wig that you have on off. “Well, why don’t you two pretend that you’re looking at MacBooks? I have a feeling that it could be here.” You whisper softly. Steve looks at you and nods. “Well, be careful Y/N. I double checked these employee drawers too. No luck anywhere. Shelves may have to be it.” You nod in understanding and waste no time into searching for this darned hard drive.

“Well these MacBooks are said to be our highest selling so if you’d like to take a close look at each one,” Steve offers, voice raised slightly as another employee walks by the three of you.

“That’ll be perfect, thank you,” Bucky gruffs, “should we need any further help I’ll send my husband to find you,” you add. Steve nods and keeps up his raised voice, “No worries, ma’am. Take all the time you need. And umm… and yeah, just take your time,” Steve says softly, turning red as he stutters the last part. You shook your head in embarrassment as you turned away from the blond super soldier who was scratching his head. You look cautiously through the display, pretending to look through the specifics of the MacBook on display before looking at the settings to examine the serial numbers. The search kept going, you were on the brink of bursting due to your frustration, until. “Got it,” you whisper, trying your hardest not to show a huge smile as you notice the serial number perfectly aligns with the serial number that you had written down on your little piece of paper. “You got it?” Bucky says with a hint of excitement as he goes to you, Steve following suit. “Yeah! It should be the one!” You say excitedly. “The hard drive from what I remember should be in these shelves behind us,” you whisper, motioning at the products behind you.

“I’ll cover for you,” Steve offers, with Bucky nodding in approval. “Yeah so will I. I think you know this techy thing more than I do.” You playfully roll your eyes, starting the search from the box of airpods that were stacked along the shelf. “It’s just a different type of package that we’re after, Buck. Nothing much really.” Bucky only scoffs as he keeps pretending to look at MacBooks with Steve, looking around cautiously. However, his eyes widened. “No… oh hell no…” He grunts under his breath. “What is it, Buck?” Steve whispers, looking around even more cautiously. But then his answer was arriving at full speed.

It was Rumlow, striding his way into the store, eyes looking around the store, but for what? You three would not even know. “Shit.. shit shit shit…” Bucky mutters in frustration. “Y/N, sweetheart, if you have found that damn packaging, you might as well tell us now.” He whispers in a harsh tone into the comm. “Seriously, Buck? Don’t rush me, I’m about more than halfway into the stock!” The two men hear you say into their earpiece. “I think we have every right to rush you right now, doll. We’ve got company. Your 6 o’ clock.” You hear Steve say in a pressing tone, causing you to turn around right behind you to see Rumlow approaching what must be a fellow Hydra agent. Your eyes widen, rushing your process on that shelf. “Oh come on… come on..” you tell yourself, heart beating fast as you try your hardest to find that packaging. But then you soon see it, a white box of the same size, but no, it did not show the image of a pair of AirPods, it was just blank. No little text, nothing.

“Y/N… Y/N, come on let’s go.”

“Y/N! Stop. Put it all back.”

You couldn’t. You couldn’t stop now, you’re so close.

You were about to reach for it, but quickly jumped when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

Shit.

You sighed in relief when you see Bucky, quickly tensing up when you see his stern face. “Did you not hear me and Steve? We gotta put this back.” he orders, stealing some of the boxes to place quickly back on the shelf.

“But Buck I almost got i-”

“Yes you did. But this isn’t the time and place to obtain that right now. They can’t know that we know!” He hisses, holding your hand after putting away the last of the box, leading you to Steve. “We’re lucky if they do not plan on moving this out of this section, do you u-” Bucky continues, but you hush him. “Steve, come on, escort us out.” “Don’t you dare interrupt me, sweetheart this shit’s dangerou-”

“Shh! Rumlow is near…” you whisper quietly, rubbing your nose. Steve wastes no time when he fakes to reorganize the MacBooks in their rightful place. “Right, I’m so sorry we could not fit your needs, ma’am. I do hope you do reconsider.” Steve says and you both nod. “It’s alright. Give us time to mull it over today, Andy. I think I can get my husband to change his mind. Thank you.” You get more weary when you see Brock looking at the three of you with a suspicious eye. You were glad when you saw that the other two noticed. “Thank you for coming to the Apple Store. I hope you enjoy your day,” Steve says as he walks you both out, making it clear to the employees. “Alright, I found that there’s an alternate route to get out. If you want to go to the parking lot, try to go through Bloomingdales, walk around the building, cross the other plaza, and then the lot is on the right.” Steve whispers hurriedly and you two nod, trying your best to go out as smoothly yet swiftly as possible.

“Steve, I need you to keep watch of that package. We gotta see where they move it. Please.” You whisper into your comms shakily, clinging onto Bucky’s gloved hand as you quickly walk into Bloomingdales. “I think you need to keep watch of something worse. Or someone.” You hear him say, causing you and Bucky to look at each other in realization. “Fuck,” You groan as the two of you quicken your pace. “Yeah… I know… Rumlow heard from a fellow agent you two were going near the package. If you haven’t gone through Bloomingdales. Now is the time.” You hear Steve say imperatively. The pace has quickened, the strides were longer, and your grip on your boyfriend’s hand is long gone as you two made your way down the escalator to the first floor quickly and out the door.

Once you two were out, the walking quickly turned into running. Bucky hears the door hurriedly open as well as fast footsteps. “Shit, sweetheart. Come on let’s go through that outdoor mall. It might be a shortcut,” He grunts, you two quickening the pace as a whole group of pedestrians start walking across the street, you two blending in quickly in the middle of the group. You turn around to see Brock a bit far behind you. But this was not the end.

You had to keep up the strides once again, trying to avoid bringing the security into the mix, so you stayed with the crowd of people. Luckily it came to the point where everyone was squished against each other’s bodys, you weaved through the crowds alongside Bucky, getting yourselves closer and closer to the parking lot. “Drop your jacket.” Bucky orders, you look at him in shock. “What?! Why?! What for?” “Misdirection, sweetheart,” He says grabbing your hand once you take it off, leading you towards an empty alley, making you have a run for it. “You’re so crazy! I love this jacket!” You hiss, your heels clicking against the concrete as you ran alongside bucky. “Oh shush, I’ll buy you another one. Drop it… now.” He says, resulting in you throwing down the jacket as you sharply turned to your right when you got to the sidewalk of the busy road beside you. Sure enough, you hear Brock’s hurried footsteps echoing far behind you.

You two quicken your pace, hopping into Bucky’s motorcycle, you in front of him, his arms wrapped around your torso. The engine roared before you two quickly zoomed out of the farthest exit possible, quickly weaving your way onto the busy road and hiding the two of you behind cars. “You know, I should be driving that so you don’t gotta worry.” You hear Bucky remark. You smile. “Sometimes, your girl needs a turn. Payback for making me let go of that jacket.” You couldn’t help but snicker at how lost Rumlow looked around running in frustration with the jacket of yours clenched in his hand on the sidewalk. He may have been smart and burly, but boy, was he clueless out in the open. You knew Bucky saw it two as the lights turned green, starting on your journey home.

“He must be so lost.” You remarked, giggling as you concentrate on the road. You smiled when you felt Bucky’s chuckle rumble onto your body, playfully groaning when Bucky playfully kisses and nips at your neck. “I bet… you ran fast on those heels of yours two… proud of you…” You playfully huff, shaking your head. “Well I’m supposed to be mad at you. You know that jacket is Christian Dior?” Bucky only chuckles into your neck. “Like I said, I’ll get you another one.” A smile cracked on your face, shaking your head. “How are we like this after what just happened?” “It’s our job, sweetheart. Sure it’s a bit panicky when we are on the field, but hey… there’s nothin’ you and I can’t do.” He says into your ear. “Yeah… you’re right…” you chuckle, turning a right to go inside the parking lot of the apartment complex. “Let’s just hope he has doubts that it’s you. He must know it’s me for sure.” You snort. “Nah… Wore a cheaper perfume today in case of run-ins like these.”

“Jesus, you’re a genius, sweetheart.”

“Can you two remember that I am still on the comm with you guys? At least turn it off.”

You called the manager to say that you were going to be late today. Bucky promised that he’d stay alongside the pouty Santa Claus to make sure no one apprehends you or Steve. You sigh shakily as you watch Steve unlock the door. “Deep breaths, doll. I know you hate the idea of being in public doing this, but we are here a good hour before opening time. So you can do this with no problem. You’re disguised. So let’s hope. We ran through this plan three times last night. Trust your instincts.” Steve reassures you as he opens the door for you. You nod, thanking him as you quickly went to get the small box. Fury knows. They’re waiting for you guys to finish this.

“So it was in there, huh?” Steve asks, as he sees you hurriedly make your way to a laptop that he just turned on. He’s already getting flustered at how the default home screen turned into another black screen filled with numbers and letters. You only nod, concentrating on the task at hand. “What are you doing?” Steve asks softly, as he looks around, trying to find a way to pass the time. “Altering the firmware to install a backdoor.” You simply respond as you type furiously at the keyboard.

Steve only nods, shaking his head and scratching the back of his head. “Shouldn’t have asked… no idea what that mean-”

“Done. Okay next.”

His eyebrows raise. “A-Already?!”

“I hope you have your shield in handy just in case.” You mutter as you keep on going. “I do… Yeah, Buck has it in the case Brock goes after ‘im.” He responds, visibly confused at your work. “What are you gonna do, Y/N?” He keeps questioning, preferring to know what you are doing than sitting in silence. “We’re gonna load surveillance and let headquarters control their softwares at boot up. They can have cont-”

All thoughts were halted when the glass doors burst open, showing a couple of men and women storming through. “Shit,” you mutter, “I got it,” Steve grunts as he moves forward, “you keep working I’ll keep them off you as long as possible.

Steve wasted no time as he rushed forward taking on the first man that ran at him.

Your eyes fly back and forth between the men rushing at Steve and the screen.

“You good?!” you call as he’s kicked to the floor only to jump right back up. He licks the blood from his lips glaring at the men in front of him body guarded as he keeps them from getting to you.

“Keep going Y/N,” his eyes meet yours, “I could do this all day.”

You want to make a remark but the middle goon runs at him, and Steve’s legs sweep up and out sending the man arms up and spread out right into the other two. Your eyes dash back to the computer screen, “Give me two minutes!”

“Don’t worry about me,” he grunts, “get it done!” Your fingers continue to clack against the keyboard, muttered curses falling from your breath as you will the damned machine to hurry, Steve could only go so long against three men with the other two standing guard by the door.

The machine beeps, “I got it Steve!”

“Gr-” he takes a fist to the face, the force enough to send him back towards you. A gasp leaves your lips as you fall away from the device.

Your hands are reaching for your friend, but one of the men gets brave as he rushes you, his hands fisting into the back of your shirt. He sends you flying back, your body skidding away from Steve and into the two by the door way. You have but a second to react, the two standing guard by the door now moving at you. Deft fingers reach for your hidden holster, your fingers hooking around the taser disk as you quick flick it to the goon that had sent you flying back.

They may be quick but you’re quicker.

He goes down in a shock before he can reach the computer, “Steven the hard drive - AH!” you get out, “You’re not going anywhere, rat,” the girl by the door hisses as she pulls you back. “Looks like we have more than one rat,” the other calls out as he kicks the hat from Steve’s head, the kick sending him back into the displays. The goon turns his head to the others, “Take her out,” he mutters, “Let’s worry about this traitor here.” You’re scrambling on your feet trying to find some leverage against the pain radiating from your scalp as you are thrown from the store.

You’re not up quick enough as they lock the door, the grey walled barricade coming down, a sinister smirk kissing the lip of the hydra goons.

“Steve!”

“Steve’s not the one you should be worrying about, Mrs. Claus, or should I say Agent L/N.”

Chills creep up your spine, and you’re turning slowly on your heel, eyes hard as you glare at the man before you.

“Rumlow,” you grunt, he wipes at blood splitting his lip. “Gotta say agent you all almost had us, but that sly trick of yours,” he steps forward, “You know... the one where you took my keys, that agent that’s where you really fucked up, did you really think I wouldn’t notice,” he tsks, “figured you all might be smarter but then again, think I prefer it like this, you’ll be easier to take down.”

Rumlow advances on you then, his body slamming into yours as he takes you down around the waist. You scrabble to get leverage, the base of your palm meeting his nose.

“Bitch,” he grunts as he falls off to the side, your body moving to stand. Your eyes fall to the store where the commotion is even louder.

“I wouldn’t worry about your friend there,” Rumlow spits a grin appearing on his face, “he’s not going to last very long.”

You’re the one charging now as you creep closer, your body dropping slightly as you let your leg sweep out and send Rumlow right back onto his back.

“You won’t last long out here either.”

“We’ll see about that,” he growls his fingers pressing to his ear as he mumbles something foreign to your ears. Your head snaps to the side where the grey gate is slowly lifting, the goon that had thrown you from earlier waiting for the gate to fully lift.

Shit.

You watch as Rumlow pushes to stand on his feet, his stance unfaltering as he waits; it’s not long before the door to the store is being pushed open, the goon falling out, grunts and crashes coming from within the store.

“You see agent, you all thought you were slick, but really we knew all this time, just like Fury sent in his rats, we’ve sent in ours.”

Your eyes widen at the news, “Oh don’t look so shocked, it was never going to end well for the lot of you, though I wish it would have, you’re not such a bad kisser,” he smirks, “we could have been something you and I, but I guess maybe in a different world,” he hums. It’s a split second before they’re both charging at you, one leg swings out as your foot meets the agent’s chest knocking him back only slightly as your hands grip at Rumlow.

You climb the burly man, your fingers reaching for the garrote hidden in your boot.

You hook the wire around Rumlow’s neck, tightening it around your fingers as you pull roughly. Rumlow chokes as he tries to knock you off, you don’t see that the goon has gotten his bearing and is now charging at you, but it’s not like he would have made it a step closer.

“Y/N!” you hear Bucky scream, “Duck!”

Your eyes flash up, seeing Bucky running at you shield in hand, the jingle of the bell from his hat and shoes being heard. He stops mid stride to throw the vibranium shield towards you. Your fingers tighten on the metal string in your grip, your body tilting back as you and Rumlow fall to the side, the shield whizzing past you.

It takes the goon in its path down, knocking three more in its way out.

“About damn time Buck,” you hear Steve shout out, the ping of the metal meeting face reaching your ears.

You couldn’t help the hopeful smile that appears on your face as you see the blond super soldier run to the door and catch it successfully, using it to knock out the other agents coming at him. You try to get up, making the wire retract on its own, the main objective to get back into the store. You yelp when you feel a strong hand grab onto your ankle, making you thud face first against the tiles of the mall. By instinct, you kick your heel against the face, hearing Rumlow groan as you get up. You hear a crack and you look behind in shock, seeing the burly elf pinning Rumlow in the ground, landing a hard punch at him, the blood from his face matching the redness of the Santa costume. “Go! Go get that thing and let’s get out!” You hear Bucky exclaim to you, you only nod and push through the glass doors, hopping over the unconscious bodies to get to the laptop, taking the hard drive out of the port for good measure. Sighing in relief, you tuck it in a secure place and quickly run to Steve as he gets his shield.

“Come on, let’s go,” Steve says as you nod, paging headquarters to quickly get the agents that had participated into custody. You two run out and see Bucky throw one final punch before Brock is unconscious, bloody face and nose evident. “BUCKY STOP! COME ON!” You exclaim as you and Steve make a run for it. It is only a few seconds until Bucky catches up with you, quickly running to the car. You three quickly left, more than ready to go straight to the med bay.

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jennsmischievousmind · 4 years

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Fucks not Found

Ghosts

Summary: You hack, that's what you do. Dying to do so freely, wasn't what you had expected. Meeting the weirdest fucking squad; losing the best part of you; falling for a thief : was not planned.

Pairing : Four/Billy (Ben Hardy) - You

A/N: The story goes through the all movie, so I suggest you watch it before reading.

I don't own any characters other than Eight.

English is not my native language, I'm trying to get better at it, please be indulgent.

Tried my best to match Ryan Reynold's level of sass aha

This is how you die.

"So you're the one who hacked the wrong guy" You swiftly turn around gasping at the sudden voice in your apartment

"Depends, you’re his hitman?" You were ready to run even if it means jumping by the window.

"Nooo, I'm an angel.” You snort at his sarcasm, unknown to you at this moment that he was full of it.

"Wanna disappear?" he asked taking a seat at the kitchen table eyeing your bags at the door.

"In a body bag? Slowly you make your way to the knives, just in case.

"You are a funny one, aren't you? I know the man you stole from, you won't get far until he got you. But, he emphasized, if you’re willing to do what's right.."

"I've already done my part for the flag." Assuming he was American by the way he talked.

"I'm not talking about shitty drug dealers. But evil war-lovers, genocide perpetrators, that kind of shitty so-called human. Those ones that are above the laws with governments' balls in their hands, ready to squish them.”

"That's gross" your brother appeared from the adjacent room. You let your mind consider the stranger’s offer as soon as you look at your confused brother, knowing he was in danger because of you.

“You two look at lot alike.” The guy leaned in, screwing his eyes at you both.

“We’re twin dumbass” your brother answered glancing at you wondering.

“What’s the deal?” you asked considering the offer

The guy smirked, “Well, to be short you die, and then you take down evil motherfuckers without governments’ backlash on you.” He tapped his fingers against the Formica table.

It took 5 minutes.

"One condition, my brother comes to!"

"What's he good at?" he crossed his arms.

"I can drive…Hold on what? Die? Who the fuck are you!?”

"Already too many questions” he rolled his eyes

"He's a hell of a driver, it got him under surveillance when he got chased by 6 police cars after an illegal race back in the States."

"So they caught up Muttley” the guy clucked his tongue

“Hey!”

"No, you interfered almost ashamed, I told him to stop the car...I got motion sickness."

The guy erupted in laughter, you two watching him unamused.

“I’m more like Peter Perfect.” Your brother mumbled as the guy left.

You look by the window discreetly, catching a glimpse of the guy mingling in the crowd. “You’re Muttley bro.”

A week later you got a text. The guy who called himself One had planned your fake death. A random trek in Italy’s mountains, an assumed fatal fall, no bodies recovered.

It was never supposed to be your life. But we all know nothing happens as it should.

Papà went to fight a war and disappeared, you were forced to move in America when you were 6.

Mammà never cope the loss of her motherland and husband. She died of a belated broken heart syndrome when you were 16.

Both you and your brother were placed in a host family. It wasn’t a crappy family like it’s always the case in some tv show, they were nice and wealthy. The father was a tech engineer, somehow you took interest in his work and start learning to code, soon reading about hackers: white hats; black hats; “We are Legion”, you were hooked and skilled in a matter of time.

When you turned major though, things turned difficult, the host family had to let you go and Internal Affairs of your state caught you looking in their network. Which led to you working as a C.I for them, it was that or prison. Not thrilled by the idea but obliged to cooperate was your new motto.

Your brother had some job here and there but nothing steady, so money from the IA was welcome.

After a year and a half, I.A ditched you, it was rather good news in a way, they’ve erased your past mistakes but said they’d keep a distant eye on you.

So you moved on from your shithole that was the 1 bedroom apartment you and your brother shared and went to your parents’ hometown in Italy. Your brother was reluctant at first as he couldn’t even say hello in Italian, you taught him as your mamma had done it with you but he wasn’t that interested.

Working with people was not your forte, you were too bossy, so you got fired ... plenty of times: from a coffee shop, a rental bike shop and a tourist city tour bus thingy. So you started doing what you were good at, hacking for money, it went well for a few years, never being too greedy - until you hacked the wrong person and got in trouble.

That's how you became a Ghost and ended up in the middle of the California Desert.

One had built a squad. No names, only numbers to identify each other. Not calling your brother by his name was a challenge, same for him.

There were 7 of you.

One, the “boss”, a mysterious sassy billionaire who decided to fund his own strike team.

Two, a French blonde woman, pretty cold, a spy apparently

Three, a crazy hitman who couldn’t shut up

Four, a young parkour master and reformed thief

Five, a Doctor, but you heard she was actually working at a Dentist

Six, your brother, the annoying driver.

And then Eight, you, the Black Hat somehow becoming a hacktivist.

Why not Seven? Long story short, it was one more condition you’d submitted to One.

_SICILY

"Your focus determines your reality.”

“Oh for fuck's sake One, quit your Jedi bullshit!” you loosed your temper typing on your keyboard angrily. An entire week, an ENTIRE WEEK quoting Star Wars!

Four and Five laughed in the comm. One braced himself on the other end of the line. Three cut the heavy silence.

“Eight, Chiquita please stop yelling”

“I’m not a Chiquita stop saying that!”

“Ok ok chi…Eight, damn you’re stressful”

“God, why do I have to team you up!!” One facepalm

“Now what?” Five asked

Radio silence

“Oh so now no one’s talking! What are you, 4?” One angrily called out to you 2.

“Yeah, uh high, literally.” Four answered One, you snorted.

“No .. damn not you!”

“You called me Mate!” Four said offended

“No, shush – Eight are you done with the system?” he was about to lose it.

“I’ve been done with it the second Three called me Chiquita!” you crossed your arms in front of your laptop.

“Hey ..” “We’re not talking about that again!” One cut Three

“Can we get going now?” Two interfered, you heard her bike roaring.

“Finally, some sensed words.” One said wrapping it up.

Four entered the place you’d hacked the system of. Six and Two were not far in case of trouble.

“Four, the hard drive is in the main office. Second floor.” One enunciated, you followed Fours progression with the security cameras.

It was enlivening, stressful, but oh so exciting. When you worked with I.A you were never there when they’d go down in action, it was nothing but boring data researched and dealer’s MacBook.

“Freeze Four, guards coming east.” Switching cams you gave him a safe path.

“Ok, you’re clear. Now to your left, third door then turn right.”

Four got his hands on the hard drive containing all you needed to know about the next target.

“Well done.” One congratulated the team

“Thanks, thanks, It helps to have a sexy voice guiding you” Four chuckled, you blushed, sexy voice? is that even possible?

“Great, kid. Don’t get cocky.”

You rolled your eyes at the endless use of Star Wars' quotes.

“Hum that’s my sister, remember?” Six growled tightening the wheel

“Luke grab Solo, meet up in 15minutes at the hotel. Everyone move!” One instructed you smiled at the thought of being Leïa. Gosh, you were as much of a nerd as One.

Climbing down the jeep Three had rented, you laughed seeing your brother holding Four in an arm lock for a few seconds anyway, Four reversed the lock, pining your brother’s arms behind himself.

You passed by them “Easy with my twin please.” Four wasn’t releasing his hold so you stopped, turning back you lift an eyebrow at Four insisting he let him go.

“Oh!” he lifted his hands in defence taking a step back.

Grabbing your brother by the sleeves as he was about to jump on Four “Come on piccino” you made your way in the hotel laughing.

Your first big mission started a few weeks after, everyone gathered in The Haunted House as One called it, an old bunker, cheesy name for an HQ.

“You don’t get it, I need a CAR!”

“That’s a car, Six.” Three argued back.

“No that’s a heap, that thing won’t get us through the paved road of Italy, believe me.”

Four and Five were amused by the situation, Three had rent a truck and an old Volvo for this mission.

“Alright, shut up, we’ll get another car!” One declared, Six flicked to Three.

One resumed the mission’s details. Giving everyone their own missions. A simple mission, retrieve a lawyer’s smartphone.

In the midst of it, your hand flew to your brother’s head next to you. The smacked resonating between the walls of the unfinished bunker.

“Why ..why’d you hit him?” One asked confused, your brother was rubbing the back of his head frowning at you.

“Cain’s instinct.” You replied wriggling your fingers for him to continue. Four snorted, Six nudged him in the ribs.

In a few months, you had learned a lot from this weird squad. Learning to shoot was an obligation, Three was insane but a good teacher.

You’d asked Four to teach you some parkour in case of a chase. Six and Four became close friends in a matter of time. Five was nice, but you were never one to be good at making friends. Two was not a big talker and frankly, she scared you a little.

So you spend your free time hacking and reading, on the hammock installed between a dismantle plane and a dead tree. Not far from there you could hear Four skating in the empty pool and three at the makeshift shooting range.

Suddenly,

“EIGHT!”

Groaning you closed your book “WHAT!?

Your voice boomed against the caravan and lost itself in the desert, but you still hoped Four had heard. It was his thing, screaming your name instead of coming to you directly. At his silence, you wriggle out the hammock and strode to the pool.

“What’d you want skater boy?”

He was lying in the pool his board by his side. “Four?” you made your way to the ladder, “hey” you gently nudge him with your foot but he didn’t move.

“Four? you called out worried, “shit” knees hitting the vinyl liner checking if he was breathing, he wasn’t.

“Hey wake up, seriously dude don’t make me do CPR on you, I suck at it!” suddenly laughter erupted in your ears. Six appearing on the edge, Four chucked on the floor.

“Pranking you..he tried to breathe in, is always the best sis!” Six laughed even harder at your confused face. Still kneeling at Four’s side, he was looking at you laughing, until he wasn’t, catching a glimpse of worry melting with anger in your eyes.

Punching his left shoulder, you hurried out the pool. He stayed on the floor watching you go.

“Don’t make me do CPR I suck at it!” your brother was still laughing his brain's out.

“What was that?”

Four leaned on the dead tree near your head, his shadow offering some shade.

“A real bad joke?”

“No I mean, why’d you hit me?”

Sighing you clasped your book closed for the second time today “you really got me worried, happy?”

“No, you propped up on your elbow at his answer craning your head to him, I didn’t mean to scare you.” His warm hand slide in your hair at the base of your neck, he leaned in, letting you enough time to push him away if you wanted.

"Sorry" he whispered, his lips pressing in your temple gently, warmly for a few seconds. Catching yourself leaning in you almost fell off the swinging' hammock as he released his hold, he grinned and left not saying anything more.

"What the hell Four!!" you yelled at him, an ounce of laughter in your voice, a blush creeping into your cheeks, his own laughter filling the desert's silence.

FLORENCE

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#billy x reader #four x reader #6 underground imagine #four imagine #Ben Hardy #6 underground Four x reader #Fucks not Found

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minminnie-shii · 4 years

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I loved the verivery date imagine so much!! may I request something similar to that like, Verivery as boyfriends? Thank you in advance

a:n//~~verivery are my babies and i love writing about them so much if you any more requests feel free to ask

so here is verivery as boyfriends, enjoy :))

Lee Dongheon

this squish

he is man

he is probably the most mature one in a relationship

because, you know he already had to babysit 6 children, so what’s one more?

coffee dates are a regular

obviously

he would take you to all the cat cafes he could find

because, what can top cats, coffee and you?

nothing, the answer is nothing

I hope you're not afraid of bugs

because this baby is and he’ll need you to be the bug killer

and if you're afraid of bugs too

well looks like you’re both just going to avoid whatever room you saw the bug in for a while

likes rehearsing his raps while you're around for feedback

but if you're good at giving feedback will do it just because

you better like snuggles after a long day because he won’t hesitate to give you some

will wrap you up in blankets like a burrito and listen to you rant

tells you so many dad jokes to make you feel better

will love you like no other because you are his baby and he wants to give you the world

Bae Hoyoung

omg lay back came on while I started writing this

also, hoyoung is my baby and I lub him

moving on

he gets very proud whenever youre around

you're tired and just want to sleep

shoves everything off his lap to make room for you

you're stressed because of work school?

his chest is available to be your pillow

loves to surprise you with cute little gifts that he finds

he was out with the boys and saw a cute plushie that looked like you

you better believe that its in your hands the next day

will also take you out for impromptu dates

you just got out of work and will see him standing there waiting for you

“come on lets go, I found a new cafe I want to try”

likes it when you poke his dimple

writes raps about you and gets nervous when you find them

but if you ask he’ll rap them for you

if you have trouble sleeping with tell you a bunch of random facts he knows

he likes it when you fall asleep to his voice

will uwu over literally anything that you do

shows you off to the boys

“everyone! my queen has arrived!”

blushing queen

he's also good at embarrassing you

but you love him so sometimes you decide to claim him

pls claim him this squish only wants love

Hong Minchan

this curly-haired baby love you so much

though sometimes you think he loves your cat more then you

butttt its totaly not true

is always pulling out his guitar to serenade you

he would probably carry it around just so he can randomly pull it out

now I'm imagining him hiding a ukelele in his sweater when he comes over

someone stop me

loves when you ask him to teach you Japanese

will give you kisses when you get a word right

gives you kisses even when you get one wrong

will give you kisses whenever

does yoyo tricks to try to impress you

usually works until he hits himself in the face

comes to you for comfort whenever he needs it

which is usually after a long day a rehearsal

gets irritated when you nag him, but he knows you do it out of love

you love to surprise him and bring him snacks while he's in his studio

and believe me, after a long day, seeing you makes his long hard day feel like a breeze

will constantly squish your cheeks because he loves them so much

works hard in your relationship especially when you can’t see each other often

Jo Gyehyeon

gyehyeon is 100% soft boyfriend material

all who disagree can fight me :)

loves just sitting at home watching movies with you

will gladly start a new drama that you’ve been talking about watching

get upset if you watch it without him but will definitely watch it without you if he gets a chance

another one that hates bugs so you better prepare yourself

will let you put makeup on him if you’re bored

asks to do yours in return

“gyehyeon do you want to go for a walk? it’s a nice day”

“we could, ooorr, we could watch Frozen II again”

likes to pick you up from school/work

always brings snacks when he does

if your day was extra tough, he’ll take you out for ice cream

leaves his clothes out on purpose so you can steal them

will uwu over your small frame when you wear his giant hoodies

makes fun of you until you wack him with the end of the sleeves

his favorite part of the day is when he gets to curl up in bed with you in his arms

you’ll both talk about your days and a bunch of random other things

he usually falls asleep before you so you take the time to admire his beauty

you fall asleep with a smile on your face and Gyehyeon on your mind

Ju Yeonho

who gave him the right to be this adorable??

he gets super shy really easy

especially when youre around

afraid of saying or doing something really stupid

after a while of dating, he isnt as self-conscious around you but you can tell that he still is a little

but if he finds out you're self-conscious about something wont stop until he figures out how to make you feel better

like get ready or non-stop compliments and presents, because its going to happen

his phone is one hundred percent only selfies with you

we all know he is the selfie king

will take you on dates just to take pictures of you

loves to surprise you with lunch dates

will gladly be the small spoon after a hard day

if you run your hands through his hair while humming softly

he will definitely melt

please take care of this squish

Kim Yongseung

why do I love him so much?

maybe because hes amazing

anyWaY

I feel like hes a really dorky boyfriend

sends you memes on the regular

sends you memes more than anything else

even makes memes of you

takes really stupid pictures of you

“what are you doing delete that!”

“but babe you look like a total dork”

you have to chase him around the room in order for him to delete it

doesnt delete it

will send you good morning and good night texts

but will attach a stupid picture of you to it

“I thought I told you to delete it!”

will surprise you at school with lunch making everyone jealous

loves to send you presents while he’s on tour

sends you paragraphs when he knows youre asleep so you can read it when you wake up

an all-out dork

Yoo Kangmin

look

this squish

hes so awkward when it comes to dating

usually goes to the older members for advice

always sits outside of your school waiting for you

the first time he did it, you blushed for four hours

now every time school id over, you’re the first one out of the building

“Kangminne!” you jump on his back and he carries you all the way back to the dorm

still gets nervous at skinship, even if its just holding your hand

so when you try to act cute and cuddle him, he gets really stiff and doesn’t move much

in the beginning of your relationship, you think that he doesnt like you very much

but after talking with hoyoung, you realize that hes just nervous

you two do a lot of cute couple things

the others love when the two of you together and spoil the two of you

loves to take naps on the couch with you wrapped up in his arms

and get easily embarrassed when the boys tease him about it

but he will fight for you

has a picture of you sleeping a his lock screen

#verivery #verivery imagine #bae hoyoung #yoo kangmin #lee dongheon #hong minchan #jo gyehyeon #ju yeonho #kim yongseung #my babies #pls protect them

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strongsassysexysloane · 4 years

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Ain’t Life A B*tch - Chap 6

When you’re trapped in a hospital bed and people keep visiting while you are on heavy pain medication.. what truths will come out? And will you remember it at all..

. . . . / 6 / . . . .

"SWAT is fifteen minutes out." Ben walks up to Jack who is biting her thumbnail and pacing back and forth behind the police cars. "We are breaching from the south wall. Think you can get a message across to y/n without alerting Jake?" He wasn't even going to try and take the lead from Jack now. Sure, he was miffed that she'd shown up but clearly, she needed to be here. Whether it be for your sake or hers.

Jack didn't like the full force idea but having you possibly down and out of the game with no hope of a van coming in soon or being able to negotiate further, this was the only option. She just had to accept that. She nodded in response; she couldn't speak right now. Emotions were bubbling close to the surface and she was afraid if she spoke, she would choke and not get anything out.

"Do you think she's the one that was shot?" Eddie was on the verge of tears and Jack tried to give her a reassuring smile, anything, but it failed. She was trying to figure out how to get the message across while trying not to fully break down herself. She had so much to tell you, to talk to you about but she'd been too scared and angry with you to do it. And now that you might-

No, you can't think like that, Jacqueline.

Jack looked back at the building where you were possibly bleeding inside and took in a deep breath, rolling her shoulders back, building up her strength and gaining confidence in what she was about to do.

"She's going to be fine Alex." Ben assured his younger partner.

Jack did her best to brush off the worst-case scenarios, squishing down all the demons that were snickering at her. This was about to be all over soon. So she picked up the megaphone once more because there was a job to be done and she'd done this fifty times before so she could do it again. "Jake. Hey!"

....

Hearing her voice made you smile for a split second, even laugh at the anger in her tone. Laugh because you knew that rage and have been on the receiving end of it more than once, it wasn't a place any person wanted to be but this time it wasn't directed at you. It was directed at the asshole a few steps away from you. She didn't know you weren't the one injured and you knew that would spur her on even more. You almost felt sorry for Jake, almost.

Jake stormed back over to the window. "My van better be here or we aren't talking!" He screamed back at her.

"You won't be getting anything unless I can talk to or see Agent Y/n." She was playing a dangerous game but her logical brain wasn't working right now, she would only function properly again if she saw you or heard you.

You looked up at Jake to see him glaring down at you. His eyes darted between the window and you. He was having an inner debate; you could spot that anywhere. "It's your only chance."

"Get up."

You hesitate for a moment looking down at Sully, his body limp under your pressure. You were fairly certain the bullet hadn't hit anything major or he'd be dead by now. He was close to it as you watch him go in and out of consciousness. "Need one of the others to hold pressure on his wound otherwise I'm not moving."

He hit one of the hostages beside him on the arm after contemplating your demand. "Get down there before I change my mind."

You exchanged quick words to the man on how to hold the pressure on the wound and try and keep Sully awake as much as possible. Reaching for the chair beside you, you pulled yourself up. It had been too long in an uncomfortable position crouched over Sully that your legs had begun to go to sleep which you hadn't noticed until now. You shake it off as you make your way over to Jake, unsure if you are wobbling from the sensation or the gravity of the situation.

"Don't try anything." He warned as you stepped up to the window and pulled back the blinds. You feel Jake move behind you, the gun pressed firmly in your back, against your lower spine. "I'm in a trigger-happy mood." He breathed close behind your ear and you hold back the urge to shiver and elbow him in the stomach. He’d sooner make you paralyzed the moment you try and fight him.

Clearing your throat, trying your best to keep your voice level and somewhat calm with a gun in your back you make an attempt to shout at Jack through the gap in the window. "Agent Sloane. Nice to see you."

You wouldn’t be in this situation if you'd just stayed as an Agent Afloat like you wanted.

"Likewise. You hurt?" A surge of relief flooding through her once she heard your voice and caught a glimpse of you through the blinds.

You could see her just barely behind the police car with Ben and Alex by her side surrounded by Metro. "No, I'm fine, Jack." The gun shifts against your back. "Jake shot another hostage. He's not doing-"

Jake pushed his gun deeper into your back. "We aren't here for chit chat. Get me my van." He cautioned, pulling back his gun slightly. “You might even save the hero’s life.”

"The van?"

"Ten minutes. There's a wall of traffic southbound so it's going to take a bit longer."

Something was off with her words, such a strange way to tell you that information and you knew she was trying to tell you something because the time frame would've been more than enough. You didn't want to give the assailant more information than necessary so what was so important in those words? "Ten minutes." You repeat and Jake shoves you away from the window.

"If it isn't here in ten minutes, she's next." He roared. "Jack."

The snide way he said her name had your insides tighten and your instincts wanted to punch the living daylights out of him for not just saying her name but in that way. You hoped when this was all over you got the chance to rip into this S.O.B.

The next ten minutes were all a blur to you and something you wouldn't fully remember later. Sully was unconscious and you knew he needed help immediately. But Jack's words were swirling around in your head.

'There's a wall of traffic southbound?' You repeated it over and over.

You knew it was pushing time limits with a hostage situation. He'd already injured one hostage and close to shooting another so they had to make a move soon. Especially if they were promising ten minutes. They had to have a plan. Then it clicked, like a light bulb going off and not a moment too soon. It wasn't perfect and didn't go at all in your favour.

"Get down!" You yelled just before the explosion went off with you still crouched over Sully, shielding him from the blast as you didn't have time to move further away from the wall. Thankfully Jake was knocked off his feet and the SWAT came in closely followed by your agents and Jack. The smoke was thick, voices yelling and you were fighting to stay awake. Your ears were ringing and a blinding pain to the back of your head and sides.

"Y/n!" Jack shouted, holding in tears as she searched through the smoke and rubble, praying you were ok and got out of the way in time. Her hopes were dashed when you found you limp on the floor, covered in rubble and struggling to stay awake.

You heard her voice but it seems like she was miles away and that's when you realised you'd been knocked down and hit your head on something. The blinding pain making it hard for you to think and that only frustrated you more. You only want to get up and take down Jake. Maybe give him a few punches to the face and blame it on the explosion. Hopefully Ben was giving it to him as you knew Jack and Alex would come straight for you.

"Y/n!" Her voice was ringing in your ears but your eyelids were heavy and then there was black. You wanted to yell at her for being here, for putting herself in harm's way but your head kept pounding and the struggle was too heavy to open your eyes. The weight was over powering and the emotions from the high stress hostage situation succumbed you.

The light shining in your eyes was blinding, you shake your head to get away but something was stilling your movements, pressure on either side of your head. "Agent, please stay still. You're in the ambulance. You're on the way to the hospital." The paramedic tried to calm you; the light went away but the panic was setting in. Your head was pounding and you needed to know what happened at the scene. It was all a spotty memory name.

"I need to go back, I need to see if my Agents are ok, I need to see Sully." The hands that were stilling your head from moving were now holding your shoulders down. You pushed harder to get up but it was no use. Your strength wasn't there and the paramedic was strong.

"Y/n, listen to the paramedics, please." Her voice was soft but firm, mixed with concern and annoyance. It always amazed you how she could say so much in her tone. You instantly stopped moving. Not from her words, no, from her presence. The shock was evident on your face, you flinched from the sharp pain when you moved your head to see her but she was out of your view. You moved your hand up and touched your head where the pain came from but there was a bandage covering the spot. "Debris from the breach hit you. I tried to tell you to get up the other end!"

"Didn't give me much time. I was too preoccupied with keeping Sully alive to figure out your riddles, Sloane." If you weren't already in enough pain, you would've flinched at how short and venomous your words sounded. You didn't mean for it to come out like that, you were thankful she was there but also very confused to why she came.

The rest of the ambulance trip was set in silence. The paramedics checked you over, but now that you were awake, they were less stressed about the possibility of brain damage, swelling. Once at the hospital you were taken for numerous tests, scans, to make sure your brain was still intact. You made a joke to one of the nurses but it didn't seem to be funny. They'd probably heard it to many times before but you didn't care. You needed the lightness right now, otherwise you would have to think about Sully, Jake and what the hell went so wrong?!

While you were rushed in for scans and any other tests the doctor wanted, Jack was left in emergency to annoy the nurses while you were gone. You were fighting sleep when they rolled your bed into a room for the night or probably more if the Doctor Shelley had anything to say about it. Just as soon as the doctor followed by the nurse that Jack came barging in, a steaming cup of coffee in her fingers

"You still here?"

She took a sip of her brew before responding. "Had to check in." She walked up to the foot of your bed, resting a hand on the frame of your bed. "Update everyone on your condition."

"My condition is pissed off, Jack and can't go anywhere."

"Lucky for your team, then."

"You got an update for me?"

"Yeah, rest. Your team's got it covered."

You tried to shift into a more sitting position but the sharp pains stopped your movements. "Jake?"

"Being charged as we speak."

That was somewhat comforting even though you wanted to talk to him yourself, that wasn't going to be possible anytime soon, not in your condition. You sink back into the very flimsy hospital pillows, staring at the ceiling. "Go home, Jack."

She looked down at her watch with a smirk. "It's only 1400."

"Ok, go back to work." You weren't in the right place to have a normal, past forgotten, conversation with her right now. There were too many things swimming around in your head and one was the hammering headache you had.

"Someone needs to stay and stop you from leaving."

"Where am I going to run off to? Can't go to NCIS." Frustrated you try and shift again to prove a point and groan in pain.

"You could go home."

"I'm staying over night."

"Listening to the doctors orders. That's new."

"I can't even move, Jack. You don't have to babysit me."

Jack sighs, moving around and chucking the new empty cup of coffee in the trash can in the corner of the room. "And be badgered for it, apparently." Your frustrations rubbing off on her.

"Jack, I'm tired. In pain and pissed off. Thank you for helping, even - caring but I'm just going to be lying here and not wanting to talk. Go back to the office, punch Jake. Tell Ben and Alex they can only come and visit once they've wrapped up the case."

She smirks, walking back to the foot of the bed, holding her hand bag over her shoulder. "You giving me orders now?"

"Wouldn't dream of it. But-"

"I know, rest. I make you anxious. I'm going." She squeezed your foot covered by the hospital throw before turning to leave.

You hesitate, not wanting to make her leave while feeling awkward. "I didn-"

"Didn't have to. I'll be back later. Don't try and tell me not to."

"Bye, Jack." You relax once you see the smile curl at the corners of her lips. She wanted to come back and see you, that was a nice thought. You watch as she leaves and closes the door before closing your eyes and welcoming the exhaustion taking over.

The Doctor dared to check in on you again, waking you up from your sleep and reconfirming that you will be staying over night because it's a head injury and all the other jargon that explained why you needed to stay. Also informing you that there's a strong chance you'll be staying over tomorrow night as well even with your protests.

It hit 1700 and Ben and Alex walk in quietly probably prepared to see you sleeping but the nurse had just come in to check on things so you were awake for now. Alex doesn't stay long, just wanted to make sure you were ok before going home to rest from the hectic day. You and Ben are chatting about Jake and the arrest when Gibbs interrupts you.

"Your team has got this. You need to rest." The gruff voice came from the doorway and you strained around Ben to see Gibbs leaning against the doorframe. One person you definitely weren't prepared to see today.

You rolled your eyes at the old man although you were shocked to see him. "Haven't got anything better to do than come annoy me in hospital, Gibbs?" There was a snicker from Ben but his smile vanished immediately when he turned to see Gibbs glare. Even as tough as Ben is, Gibbs seemed to still intimidate him. But he wouldn't admit that.

"Jack mentioned in passing that you could be a flight risk." His eyes were back on you, humour in his eyes and a faint curl to his lips. The subtle trademark smirk.

You could feel the slight flush cross your cheeks and you couldn't help clearing your throat. Ben looked down at his shoes, you could tell he wasn't comfortable with this conversation. Only Gibbs had enough guts to bring Jack up in front of you. Along the way you knew he had found out some information, whether that was from Jack or Ducky you weren't sure. You didn't want to know either anyway but you had your suspscions.

"Come to handcuff me to the bed Le- Gibbs?" Your eyes dancing and teasing him. If Ben wasn't here you would've continued with his first name. It had the right amount of jest in it, enough for you to get away with using it but not with current company.

Gibbs shook his head and pushed off the doorframe. He walked around and stood at the end of your bed, placing his hands on the frame.

Ben must've seen the escape route clear because he got up quickly from his spot in the guest chair beside your bed. "Well you have a guard now." He winked, slipping into his coat. "So I'm gonna go back to work, got one last thing before I call it a night."

"Wise ass." You tried your best to sound irritated by his jab but your smile shone through. "Tell Alex not to worry, I can tell she was shook by everything. I've done stupider things. Just ask this guy." You nod towards Gibbs. "Learnt from the best." You chuckled as Gibbs tapped your foot not so gently in response. Of course, he found the one part of your body that wasn't in pain.

"I'll let her know about the first part." He smiles at you and then turns to Gibbs. "Agent Gibbs, thanks for watching her." Both men laugh at your dramatic sigh. "Talk to you later, Boss."

"Later, Agent Hunter." You watch him leave before your eyes shift to Gibbs who comes to sit in the chair Ben just vacated. "Really got nothing better to do?"

Gibbs holds his hands up in a surrender. "Didn't come here to be harassed. I can leave and make another Agent stand at your door."

"Fine." You grumble, shifting in your bed but the movement aggravates the scrapes on your legs and hip. "Son of a bitch." You flinch and slump back into your pillows.

"It'll take a while. Just rest. Need anything?"

Gibbs was being too nice. You'd observed him over the past few months and you could see the changes in the man. The way he spoke with his Agents and how he was around Jack. They had a connection. It bothered you at first - jealousy, you were jealous, you wanted that connection with her again but you had to admit you liked that they had someone to talk to or just be with. They had shared war history, of loss and suffering, you knew that so it shouldn't really surprise you that they became friends since Jack moved to DC. Gibbs was a hard ass most of the time but he had a good heart. Jack needed that.

If he wanted to be your body guard then he'd have to suffer through small talk. "I'm fine. How's your life going Gibbs?" You saw him grimace at the question. "How's the case going then?"

He relaxed a little more when you re-worded your question. "Case is wrapped up. Caught the idiot this afternoon just after you got yourself blown up." He smirked at your pout and folded his arms.

"Jack got me blown up." You tried to correct him which only got a raised eyebrow from Gibbs. "Well she was running the show when it happened. Why didn't you stop her?"

"From getting you blown up?"

You flicked your eyes to the end of your bed; you couldn't look at his questioning eyes. "From leaving the office."

"Because he's not my warden." You jumped slightly at her words, your head pounding but it was overwritten by your pounding heart. This wasn't happening. Gibbs and Jack in the same room, your room.

Gibbs turned at her voice. "Wouldn't dare." He and Jack shared a knowing smirk and the jealousy that you thought had been laid to rest, burst out of it's one-foot deep open grave.

"And you got yourself blown up the minute you stupidly went into that building." Her tone was serious, her eyes scanning over you, making sure you were ok even though she was only here hours before.

"Ouch. I'm hurt." You covered your hand over your heart. "No need to shoot me with the truth as well." Humour always was your default in awkward situations and this was very quickly becoming one with the way Jack was looking at you and the way Gibbs was looking between you both because your eyes never left hers. "Also wasn't stupid. Had to save the people inside. Either of you would've done the same move." You said it with such confidence that Jack just rolled her eyes and Gibbs smirked.

"Both of you are going to run out of your nine lives one day." She diverted the conversation, pushing it into safer territory.

"Thought Gibbs was on his twentieth or was that divorces, I get those two mixed up." You would blame it on the painkillers that were flowing through your system but Gibbs knew you well enough to know you knew exactly what you were saying.

"You know if you weren't concussed..." His tone was warning, there was lightness there too but you knew you had to pull it back a bit. He could still shoot you in a hospital bed.

"You'd have given me one by now." He smirked at your retreat.

The conversation flowed harmlessly and easily from there. Just three Agents chatting about the case, Jack updated you on Sully's condition. He had just come out of surgery and was stable, thank god. It wasn't long before Gibbs knew Jack and you wanted to talk and he excused himself.

It didn't go the way you wanted it to go. Mainly because your body wanted to sleep again and the painkillers were kicking your ass. Words weren't flowing or connecting the way you hoped and Jack was starting to shut down again.

"The way you look at Gibbs.. he looks at you.." The pain meds were kicking your butt, fighting your eyelids to stay awake. You'd have blushed or shot yourself if you realised what you said.

"You watch us?" Jack bites back to anger, only because you're injured but you can hear how unnerved she was by your admission.

"Sometimes.."

Silence. Not the good kind either, Jack isn't meeting you eyes and you want her to just leave at this point. Hopefully you'll forget this conversation ever happened and she will too.

"Why does this matter?"

Your brain wasn't working in a striaght light at the moment or even a zig zag line. Your brain jumped to a connection, it seemed to work, in your head. "Kinda does when you go and possibly risk getting yourself hurt when I put myself in harms away."

"How so? You're a fellow Agent and a... friend. Someone needed to do something. It's what we do."

"Someone was. I had my team and Metro at the scene. Didn't need a take over, Jack."

"I needed to be there." She shifted in her seat, unsettled by the admissions happening. "Would've done the same thing for anyone on Gibbs' team as well, not just if it was Gibbs." That was only a slight lie.

You were finding it harder and harder to keep your eyes open. "But would you have acted the same way if it was Gibbs in the building and on the floor?"

"Acted? Yes. Felt? No." She shocked herself with that admission. Maybe it was because she could see you were drifting off to sleep and barely able to keep your eyes open or maybe she needed to get these things off her chest as well. To be able to feel an emotional weight being lifted even if you didn't remember it in the morning.

. . . . . / 6 / . . . .

I went with the longer chapter. Hope you like it >.<

#jack sloane #jack sloane x reader #ncis #ncis x reader #reader insert #fem!reader

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kpop-sprite · 5 years

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Your Voice Resonates, Too

Part 1

The music echoed through the building; the sounds from the microphones bouncing off the concrete walls resonating all throughout the stadium. I was used to this sound; the sounds of rumbling echoes and screaming fans. These were the typical things to be heard during every concert performed by the most popular boy band in the world.

I moved the aluminum lids from atop their corresponding metal dishes filled with different foods and placed them to the side. There was a lot of food to choose from on this buffet style table, including many hand-crafted dishes that I made just hours prior before traveling them from the large kitchen at my home to the North-West Stadium where the mid-tour concert was being held. It was then I heard what sounded like a crowd of people shuffling through the small hallway corridor outside the cafeteria door.

They must be done rehearsing.

I bent down to organize the extra utensils, plates, and boxes of trays that rested on the shelves below the buffet tables. I could hear the crowd moving into my area now. Styrofoam trays being lifted and metal spoons scooping up food from the table as well as different voices speaking all at once. “You guys really don’t know how to come into a room quietly, huh?” I stood up from my crouched position startling Hoseok, a spoon of kimchi fried rice falling like confetti onto the floor.

“Ah, we were wondering where our favorite chef was,” Namjoon stated while coming up behind Hoseok, planting his hands on his shoulders.

“I could’ve found out without being frightened, though,” Hoseok retorted.

“Ah,” I smiled brightly at my friend, while grabbing a napkin, “I’m sorry, Hobi, I didn’t intend to startle you.” I moved to the front of the table to scoop up the fallen rice while the boys went to a table to sit and eat.

I stirred some of the items on the buffet and placed more drinks into the ice bucket that sat beside the table before glancing back over to the table where the boys sat enjoying their lunch.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, -- Someone was missing…

“Hey guys, where’s Jungkook?”

Taehyung answered swiftly, “He wanted to finish his set for Euphoria again. He said something didn’t feel right.”

I nodded my head in response to this, not really knowing what to say. Jungkook always pushed himself to be the best he could, incredibly worried about disappointing anyone.

“Why don’t you come sit with us for a bit? You’ve been working hard, too,” Jimin says while dragging out a chair from beneath another table and pushing it towards the one they sat.

I stayed with the boys for a while, enjoying quiet banter as they finished their meals, staying long after they had finished to prepare to clean the area.

He came into the room and plopped into the crooked chair beside me. His hair disheveled and his frame curving into a shape that was relating to that of a weeping willow, Jungkook hung his head back against the chair. His eyes were shut, sweat glistening from his protruding Adam’s apple, and his mouth slightly opened as he breathed heavily. This is what exhaustion looked like.

“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” I spoke out quietly, my hand reaching over to brush his hair, that begun to stick to his forehead from the sweat, back to its place. He smiled that cheeky smile of his as I stroked his hair, my fingers feeling the waves of his dark locks entangling between the spaces of my fingers and separating them slowly.

I scooted my chair closer to him, allowing myself to have easier access to his skin, running my fingers along his jawline gently rubbing his skin, feeling the rough patches of hair just starting to poke the surface to create a five o’clock shadow. “I know, I need to shave again, right?” He spoke in a burly tone, his lungs still trying to gain back their energy.

“I don’t think so,” I continued to run circles across his skin, feeling every curve of his face beneath my fingertips as if to remember his every feature; “then again I like facial hair.” I rested my chin on his shoulder to gain a better look at him.

I could see his brain ticking, his eyes opening to look into mine. “I think you just like me,” he spoke in a cocky tone now, he is so full of it.

“Oh, yes. I just got to have all of Jungkook, all of the time!” I exclaimed pressing a teasing kiss against his cheek.

His smirk burned into me as he turned slightly to look into my eyes, his hair fluffed up from my fingers teasing the roots. He perks his lips out towards me, a genuine duck face for the naked eye. I lean forward and press a kiss against his lips, the warmth something I was familiar with as it wasn’t our first lip-lock.

The skin on his hand was a bit rough as it found its way to my face, his hand taking in the entire side of my face. I placed my hand over his and kissed him once more. He dragged my hand down and pulled my body over, me barely being able to stay in my own seat. “Come here.”

“Jungkook I don’t think this is the best place for –“

“No one is even here,” He tugged at me once more.

I got up and sat on his lap as he requested, playing with his right hand, spinning his rings along his pinky and middle fingers. I could feel his eyes on me as I did so, his other hand beginning to explore, fingertips rubbing and tugging on my waistband.

“Jungkook—“

His smile never fades from his face as he cocks his head to the side and looks up at me, those doe eyes burrowing deep into me telling me everything he wants.

“I swear to God if we get caught –“

His hand slid in between my waistband and my skin sliding the fabric down a bit, “we won’t, I promise.”

I stood up enough to slide my pants and panties down to expose myself, Jungkook adjusting his work-out pants to release his throbbing cock. He guides the head of his cock to the entrance to my dripping core with one hand while holding my hip with his other to guide me down. I take a slow deep breath before gently sliding my frame onto his engorged cock, its thickness stretching my walls ungratefully causing a gasp to release from my lips.

“Just go slow,” he was quick to reassure me, guiding my body down until it covered his cock, a wincing whine showing on his face, “how do you keep getting tighter?” He groaned.

“F-fucking kegel exercises,” I panted, just his dick filling my pussy was enough to leave me breathless.

Jungkook begins to rub my hips, his fingers curling and grasping hold of me, “what the fuck is a kegel?”

“It’s –“

His hips thrust up into me, his hands shifting my own hips to move with his causing me to gasp and moan loudly into the empty room.

Shit.

“Huh, is that a kegel?” He smirked once more before driving his cock into me repeatedly, his rhythm being found quickly with each thrust.

He thrusted his cock into my pussy as if to give it a new name. The tinging sharpness that filled every inch of my body recoiled back into the fire that grew quickly in my gut. I mewled out his name as I panted loudly into the still air, his fingers digging into my skin as he pounded ruthlessly into me, the head of his cock rubbing against my most tender of places, my walls tightening with each thrust.

Jungkook’s fingers loosened on one of my hips, his hand sliding into the front where my pants wear buttoned, before they started sliding to my knees. I draw my head back as his fingers find my clit; he pinches it tightly between two fingers and rolls the nub vigorously causing inhumanly sounds to resonate from my throat.

“I thought you didn’t want to get caught,” his smug remark blurred itself between pants and moans of pleasure he forced from my being, his thrusting never letting up.

I released whimpered whines against his chest, my body slowly turning into jelly as it was reaching its inevitable high. It was then Jungkook wraps his arms around my torso being sure to hold me against his chest in place and stood up, allowing my body to be placed on the table, left over food being smooshed into my shirt and exposed stomach.

“The hell, Jungkook, a warning would be n-ICE,” I wailed as Jungkook grabs hold of my shoulder and pounds into my pussy even harder, stroking against my g-spot releasing a scream of pleasure as I reached my high.

I breathed heavily as my bosom rubbed back and forth across a place of left over kimbap. Jungkook rolled his hips into me, the squelching sounds of my wet, fucked out pussy mixed with the sounds of the food being squished left a distasteful echo in the room.

Jungkook slides out of me, removes my pants and panties the rest of the way and pats my thigh. “Roll to your side.”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on, I’m so close,” he pouts until I undoubtfully give in and roll to my side, Jungkook grabbing onto my leg and pulling me to the edge of the table, he teases my dripping core with his fingertips before sliding his cock back in, one of my legs being held up by his bicep.

I groan and bit down on my lip as Jungkook thrusts deeply into me. The feeling of his cock rubbing the sensitive tissue raising a new fire, one that was burning quickly. His hips clash into mine, the slapping sounds becoming the only sound now. “You take me so well, baby girl.”

Baby Girl.

I close my eyes and wince out tears as his thrusting becomes rapid and slowly erratic. He was reaching his high now, his pre-orgasm causing him to pause and grunt in a husky tone between thrusts until he finally pulled out and expelled his semen across the table and floor.

I sat up from the food/sexed table and bent down to pull my pants back on. My brain trailing into thoughts until I finally decided to ask him, his pants being adjusted and his hands playing with his hair.

“Hey, Kook,” I almost whispered.

“Hm?” He responded, beginning to brush off the food from my tainted shirt.

“Why’d you call me baby girl?”

Jungkook’s hand brushed off a bit a food before dropping it to his side, his hair hanging over his face to hide his expression until he finally cocked his chin up with that smirk on his face.

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