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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 10]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, guided masturbation, dirty talk, jun being a wild one, sad?????angst(sorry), mentions of break-ins/theft, yet again this chapter was meant to be shorter but here we are 😭🍒 more plot than anything else but enjoy! and as always, thank you so much for your support and interest in Cherry Bomb!! 😭💕💕💕 have a good weekend and don’t forget my halloween intro post goes up tomorrow as well!! stay hydrated bbys!!💕

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“Damn.”

Seungcheol sits beside you Friday morning, lips pressed into a firm line when he sees the five-digit number staring back at him from your revenue page.

“Yeah, it’s---I--I’m…”

The two of you fall into a tense silence as you both stare at the exorbitant amount of money that the videos have made, unsure of what to say or even think.

“Um, I mean, o-obviously you get a cut of the money too, ‘Cheol! You’re half the video so…”

“Yeah, but even so, that’s---that’s an insane amount of money we made off of, what, three videos?”

You nod back slowly, sighing as you rest against the back of the sofa. “I’m not gonna lie, I didn’t think… they’d do that well. Like, not saying we suck! We obviously don’t, but just… I didn’t think they’d do that well.”

Seungcheol laughs, leaning back against the cushions as he meets your blushing face. “I could quit my job and just cam with you for this amount of money. I mean, this much off of three videos? Imagine if we were regulars together.”

The thought alone sends your mind into a flurry of various ideas; biting your lip as you lean into Seungcheol’s shoulder.

“Hey, I have an idea for tomorrow’s show but remind me to ask you later!”

hoshi_tiger_xx: still out of town baby?

sleepy_wonu: i feel like you moved and you’re just not ready to tell us lol

Seungcheol smirks reading the comments; eyes flitting over to you from his place on the sofa.

“Moved? I wish! This place is probably waaaay more than my own rent though~” You pause, letting the sound of donations sound off and comments fly past on your laptop screen. “And I’m probably heading home tomorrow so get ready to say bye to this backdrop!” You pout.

therealchan99: can we quickly discuss those videos tho

angelhan: actually yes

Biting your lip, you note that Seungcheol’s eyes are already on you and that you’ve already hit the donation minimum to start your show. “Well…” You start pushing the straps of your bra down, unhooking the back until you can toss the flimsy material off. “What do you guys want to know? You know I kiss and tell~”

dom.cheol: how does he gets you so fuckin wet, baby?

alphagyu97: ur not rly friends are u? Is he ur bf?

alphagyu97: im not pressed either im just curious!!!

universe_WZ: thats what they all say

chwenon: yooo that last vid was fuckin fire tho

tangerine_kwan has donated $50

tangerine_kwan: is he ever gonna join u on cam? think u guys would be good

“Hmm~ Well, let’s start with dom.cheol’s question…” You shoot the camera a sultry smirk as you spread your legs; fingertips already dancing along the lace of your panties. “It’s really not hard~ He’s really good at what he does, y’know? Knows how to talk to me and get my panties wet~”

xcaliburDK: is he good looking

kitty_junjun: probably not as well as me 🤪

gentleman_josh95: stop while u r ahead

Letting out a soft giggle, you watch as Seungcheol rounds the sofa, leaning up against the back of it as he faces you. He keeps his phone in hand, thumb still dancing across the keyboard.

dom.cheol: he has to punish you so often though, baby.

artist8hao: i know, whats gotten into u babygirl? Why r u acting out so much?

“‘Cause I like it when he punishes me~” You lick your lips as you hook your thumbs into your panties, slowly guiding them down your legs. “But I like it when he’s sweet to me too~” Your eyes dance up to Seungcheol, tossing the material his way before speaking.

“Won’t you be sweet to me now?”

alphagyu97: oh shit hes there

universe_WZ: let him fuck your pretty pussy on cam baby

“Aww, I’d love that but he’s still a ‘lil too shy for a live show!” You run your fingertips through your folds, collecting the wetness on them before you bring them to your lips. “But not shy enough to lend your voice, maybe?”

“If that’s what you want, sweetheart.”

Seungcheol makes sure to raise his voice enough so that he’s within earshot of the mic; adrenaline rushing through his veins when he, too, notices the sudden influx of comments and donations at his sudden appearance. “My baby’s been good today though, hasn’t she?” Nodding, you get lost in Seungcheol’s firm stare as the sound of donations and comments fire off in the background.

“Mmhmm~ So why don’t you guide me and show me how a good girl gets rewarded?”

He sets his phone down onto the back of the sofa precariously, both hands in the pockets of his sweats as he watches you. “Normally, good girls get to sit on my cock but we’ll save that for another time, baby. For now, why don’t you get those fingers nice and wet for me? Let them see how good that mouth of yours is.”

therealchan99: those pretty lips that look so good around a cock, just like i thought

sleepy_wonu has donated $100

sleepy_wonu: fuck yeah

You make sure your fingers are properly wet before you drag them down your body, soft sighs on your lips. “Don’t tease me too much though, okay?” Seungcheol grins in return, picking up his phone and sending a quick donation to keep up appearances before he glances your way again.

“Of course. So why don’t you play with that cute ‘lil clit of yours. Bet it’s still nice and sensitive after last night, huh?”

A stuttered moan falls from your lips the second you start rubbing slow circles on your clit; eyes fluttering shut at the memory alone.

xcaliburDK: fuck, all that cum spilling out of her cunt was hot

artist8hao: bet she was nice and full huh? Such a shame she wasted it

Seungcheol chuckles under his breath, “Right? Guess I’ll just have to fuck it deeper into her pussy next time.” You can’t help but clench around emptiness as you pinch your clit between your fingers at his words.

“Ngh, he made me come home with cum trickling down my thighs…” You whimper, “Not that I minded.”

“She begged me to fuck her in the shower too. Wanted me to mark you up real pretty, didn’t you? So that all your viewers could see.”

“Mmhmm…” He watches as you slowly slide your fingers down your folds to your entrance before they slide back up to your clit. “Why don’t you put two fingers in, hmm? Pretend they’re mine while you fuck yourself on them.”

kitty_junjun: aww her fingers are so small compared to yours

gentleman_josh95: bet its not even enough for her anymore huh?

dom.cheol: probably not

You slowly ease in two fingers at once; moaning when you sink them knuckle deep. “O-oh, fuck… Wha--what should I do n-next?”

“Fuck yourself on them, baby. Go however fast or slow you want to. Make yourself cum on your fingers.” He pauses; running a hand through his hair before he shoots you a devilish smirk. “But tell me how badly you wish it were me, ‘cause we both know you do.”

alphagyu97: wheeew lets hear it babygirl

tangerine_kwan: yea baby tell us

“It’s---It’s not the s-same… ‘Cause your fingers are b-bigger than mine…” You whimper, “And--a-ah, and they’re longer too…” Scissoring your fingers, you let out a breathy moan when you start thrusting your fingers faster into yourself.

“I wish it were your fingers, knuckle deep inside my pussy and making me cum. F-fuck, and stretching me open…”

You place your thumb on your clit; rubbing harsh circles on the nub as you chase your high.

Seungcheol watches with keen eyes, the way your heels dig into the sheets and the way your brows furrow in concentration; licking his lips when he can tell you’re already close to your orgasm.

“Now let’s see that pretty pussy cum, sweetheart.”

You towel your hair off after your shower; shuffling towards the living area as Seungcheol settles into his makeshift bed on the sofa.

“Don’t you want to sleep in the bed with me for once, ‘Cheol?”

His lips press into a lopsided smile, “Are you asking because it’s your last night here?”

“Maybe~”

He lets out a breathy laugh as he reaches for his pillow, gesturing you back towards his bed. “By the way, what was your idea for your show?” You sit cross-legged on the bed just as Seungcheol sets his pillow back against the headboard.

“...How do you feel about maybe filming with me at my place?” He quirks a brow at you just as he settles onto what he deems his side of the bed for the night. “Do tell.” He has a vague idea of where this is heading, but he lets you continue; curiosity eating away at him the longer you hesitate.

“Well, I was thinking… Maybe, and only if you’re okay with it, but… I was thinking maybe you could drive me back to my place? And I know it’s about an hour out from here but I’ll pay gas money! And we can just start heading towards my apartment a little before my show starts. That way you can use toys on me ‘n stuff. And I don’t mind if you spend the night either ‘cause it’ll probably be kinda late when we finish...”

Seungcheol nods; already thinking about the possibilities with the amount of toys you had at your place compared to his. “I mean, yeah, why not? And don’t worry about the gas money, I think we’ve both made enough money this week to last us a while.”

You can only pout in return, laying on your stomach next to Seungcheol who stares up at the ceiling. “Speaking of which… What’re we gonna do now?”

“What do you mean?”

Sighing, you run your fingers through your damp hair. “I mean… What are we going to do about the videos? Are--Are we still going to film together?”

His lips press into a firm line as a million thoughts run through his mind; he’d thought about it a lot himself the past few days since. “I have an idea but I’m not sure how you’re gonna feel about it.”

“Shoot, we’ve got nothin’ to lose I don’t think!”

Seungcheol eases onto his side as he meets your stare, “First of all, I don’t mind filming more videos with you. And to be honest, it’ll probably take me a bit of time before I’m okay with showing my face but I don’t mind being on your live cam shows either, if we can figure out some camera angles. But the thing is… I think if we’re going to be filming together, you need to change your filming schedule.”

Panic runs through you for a second at the idea but you quickly push it aside to hear his suggestion. “How so?”

“Well, right now you’re doing shows on Fridays and Saturdays, every other Monday and every other Wednesday, right? Your next show is Wednesday which is fine but I think if we end up filming videos together regularly, we need to adjust how often you actually cam and how often we post pre-recorded videos. ‘Cause let’s be real, you’d be way too tired if you kept it that frequent. Three live shows a week and filming with me? It’s way too much for you.”

This time, it’s your lips that press into a firm line. But Seungcheol was right. There was no way you could keep your normal schedule on top of filming with him in between. “That… That makes sense. What are we gonna do about, uh, I mean---’cause we don’t really live near each other…” Mumbling, you trail off, hoping that Seungcheol knew the answer.

“Hmm, well, you can keep your Friday shows and then I can swing by on the weekends. We can film a few videos over the weekend, even if they’re just short ones, or even film long ones and then you can just cut them into shorter pieces. So, in theory, you’d only do two live shows a week and one upload of both of us? We can figure out everything else as we go in terms of splitting profits and stuff.”

You nod at his suggestion, feeling better about the idea. “That sounds reasonable! I’ll have to make a notice for my page but hopefully it shouldn’t be too big of a change…”

Seungcheol yawns as he stretches, eyes filled with sleep when he looks at you.

“We don’t have to do anything too soon either. Those videos are still makin’ money so let’s get some sleep!”

You and Seungcheol spend the Saturday afternoon driving around town; even going so far as to drop by the roller rink one last time to say your thanks and goodbye to Jeongguk.

“The two of you are somethin’ else, man. Really. With my whole heart, I just--I love it.” He pretends to wipe a tear off of his face as you and Seungcheol share a look.

“Promise me you’ll think of my offer?”

You nod in return, a soft giggle escaping your lips. “I promise! Seungcheol tells me you stream often yourself so I feel like I can trust you but only if you get my good side too!” This time Jeongguk’s eyes light up with excitement as he reaches for your hands over the concession stand counter.

“Oh my god, if---if I promise to give you half a cut of profits, would you show up on my gaming stream? You don’t even have to be good, just if we collabed, I really think---”

“Okay, ‘Guk, I think that’s enough for now. You can ask her a thousand questions next time.” You pat Jeongguk’s hands as he pouts. “I’ll think about it, okay?” You whisper under your breath; a small smile on his lips as he nods back.

“Don’t be a stranger!”

Seungcheol links his hand with yours as he leads you out of the roller rink and back to his car; eyes flitting to his watch to check the time. “We’ve got time to have dinner and then we probably need to hit the road after.” You nod, “Sounds good! Where are we headin’ for dinner?”

“‘Guk and I went to this diner called ‘Dynamite’ a while back… The food’s alright and I haven’t taken you there yet so we can go there if you’re okay with it?”

“Sounds good!”

Seungcheol pulls into the parking lot of the diner 30 minutes later as the same neon signs greet him back. He parks near the entrance again, noting that it seemed fairly empty this time as well.

“I wonder if the guy is still here…” He mutters as he unbuckles his seatbelt. “What guy?”

The two of you exit his car; jogging up to him as he waits for you. “Just the guy who was our server when I was here with ‘Guk. He seemed familiar and it was weird.”

Seungcheol opens the door for you, letting you in first as the cold AC blasts you.

“Welcome to Dynamite, I’m Jun and I----Oh fuck!” Jun drops the menus in his hand, lips settling into a wide smile as he walks up to you and Seungcheol, tripping on his own feet as he meets you at the door. “I’m a big fan!” He harshly whispers. You blink up at him just before your eyes flit down to his pastel coloured name tag.

Jun.

Oh. kitty_junjun.

“O-oh, you’re---you’re kitty_junjun aren’t you?” You whisper back; already noting that he was quite handsome himself.

Fuck, are all my regulars hot?

“That’s me, baby! And oh--you! It’s you! I remember you from last time! You were with that other guy! Are you… y’know. The guy.” Jun wiggles his eyebrows as he steps back and picks up two menus from the counter. Seungcheol mentally grimaces but he nods.

“That’d be me.”

Jun’s eyes light up with enthusiasm as he gestures for the two of you to follow him towards the seating area. “I’m such a huge fan, really! Of Cherry and, well, really both of you now.” He leads you to a booth before he sets the menus down onto the table. “I hope you don’t mind but I volunteer to be your server and the milkshakes are on me tonight!” Finishing with a wink, he leaves the two of you alone as he walks back towards the counter.

“Wow, ‘Cheol when you said small town, you really meant it, huh?” Giggling, you take in Seungcheol’s mildly embarrassed appearance. “Hey, you’re famous!”

Am I famous? He thinks, Or is it just my dick?

“So that’s three people that could clock me in person… I mean, I guess it could be worse.” He mumbles; cheeks flushed pink when he sees Jun walking back towards your table. Jun leans against the booth, nodding as he props a hand on his hip.

“Sorry, I hope I’m not bothering you guys. It’s just, I feel like I’m meeting a celebrity!” He laughs, “I’d ask for your autograph but then I think that’d be a little too weird.”

You can’t help but giggle at his comment, turning slightly to face him better. “Guess you were right when you said you thought you saw me, huh?” He snaps his fingers as the memory comes back to him in an instant.

“You’re right! Fuck, I almost forgot about that. Man, I thought I was having a fever dream.”

Jun stares off to the side before he fixes his gaze onto Seungcheol; eyes wide. “Hey, I never caught your name, I don’t think?” Seungcheol gulps, hoping that Jun doesn’t connect the dots as easily as Jeongguk did.

“It’s Seungcheol.”

“Oh… okay! Well, cool, are you guys ready to order?”

He lets out a breath he doesn’t realize he was holding as you relay your order to Jun; lips falling into a shaky smile as he gives his order to Jun once you were done.

“Okay! I’ll be back in a little bit!” Jun shoots the two of you a smile before he leaves the two of you alone again.

“Well, this is an interesting Saturday if I do say so myself!” Seungcheol can’t stop the laugh that bubbles out of him; shaking his head at the way you seem to take it so easily. “I can’t believe you’re so chill about running into people that know you!”

“Like you said, ‘Cheol! It could be worse~” You pause, “This one time I was at the grocery store and this older man came up to me and said he recognized me. I was like, cool, y’know? I know my viewers are all different ages so I don’t judge. But then, two kids came up to him calling him ‘daddy’ and I literally bolted out of that place before his wife could find me!”

The two of you share a laugh before changing the topic; only stopping when Jun comes by with your orders, twenty minutes later.

“Hey, this is kinda random but it’s not so busy right now, so… Did you wanna sit with us and chat?” You offer as your eyes dance between Seungcheol and Jun. The latter’s eyes twinkle with excitement as he sets the last plate down.

“Wait, seriously? I can take my 15 if you’re being serious!” This time, you look to Seungcheol for his opinion, already noticing the way he seems more relaxed.

“Yeah, that’s cool with me.”

Jun all but runs off to tell his manager as you scoot over to give him space when he gets back. “I’m surprised you asked if he wanted to sit with us while we had dinner.”

“Why not? He seems nice! And we’re making friends!” Seungcheol nods in agreement just as he starts eating and just as Jun makes it back to the booth with a milkshake of his own.

You pat the empty spot next to you as he gasps slightly. “I feel like the second luckiest man on earth.”

He slides into the booth next to you, making sure to keep a reasonable distance. “Hey! You’ve got a show tonight so… are you two, y’know…” Seungcheol makes a conscious effort to not choke on his food as he chews slower than he usually would; eyes flitting over to you just as you set your utensils down.

“Um, yeah! We don’t really know what we’re gonna do yet but no spoilers okay~ Nobody knows what he looks like, Junnie!” You pout. Jun can only vibrate in his seat; a pink blush on his cheeks at the sudden nickname.

“Of course! My lips are sealed shut! And well, if you’re ever back in town, I’ll give you guys my employee discount if you swing by!” He grins.

The three of you talk about various topics within Jun’s fifteen minute break, thankfully none that involve camming. Jun pouts when his time is up, a sigh on his lips when he stands. “Damn, well, I guess I’ll see you later then, huh?” He wiggles his eyebrows, chuckling.

“Just wave me over if you guys need anything, okay?”

The rest of dinner goes on without issue and Seungcheol finds himself in a lighter mood than when the two of you first arrived at the diner.

You make sure to leave Jun a big tip, winking at him on your way out.

“Ready to head home after a week?” Seungcheol shoots you a sad smile as he walks you to the passenger’s side of his car. He opens the door for you and lets you in before shutting it and jogging to the driver’s side.

“I mean, it’s not like we’re not gonna see each other anymore. If anything we’re gonna be seeing each other fairly regularly since you’re gonna come over to film!”

Seungcheol nods as he sets your apartment into his GPS; pulling out of the driveway as he begins the hour drive to your place.

“Yeah, and I mean, we can figure out what schedule works better as we go. Maybe we only need to film every other week or something too, right?”

“Mmhmm! I’ll start drafting a notice for the schedule change tomorrow and then I’ll run it by you before it goes up.”

The hour drive seems to go by quicker than you expect as the two of you spend the time singing along to songs on the radio; judging Seungcheol’s impeccable vocal skill when a rock song comes on.

“Wow, I--I didn’t know you had the vocal cords to do that, ‘Cheol!” He takes his eyes off of the road for a split second to shoot you a cocky grin.

“I’m pretty good at karaoke. We should go next time! Maybe invite all of our new friends.”

You snort in response, slapping his arm as he pulls into a residential part of town. “And if the person working the front desk of the karaoke place knows us?”

“Then we invite them in too!”

A slight blush paints your cheeks when you realize how much Seungcheol seemed to have relaxed in the last few days, if not hours. You knew it was never easy to get used to being recognized in person and there were still a lot of times where even you were flustered in person.

“Hey, what’s going on over there?” Seungcheol’s concerned voice has you immediately peering through the window; eyebrows furrowed when you see the police cars parked outside of your apartment complex.

“W--wait that’s my--my apartment complex, ‘Cheol pull over!”

He parks the car a little closer to the scene; getting out of the car with you as the dread becomes more and more evident on your face. “Hey, I’m here with you, okay? Maybe it’s just nothing.” He offers; simultaneously knowing that his words were currently going in one ear and out the other.

The two of you walk hand in hand up to the front where you spot your landlord standing with a police officer. You call her name as she turns to you, gesturing for you to come closer.

“Didn’t you get my text message? Or any of my calls from the last 45 minutes?” You shake your head no in response, eyes dancing to Seungcheol who’s expression matches your own. “No--No I--I was out at dinner, I didn’t even hear my phone go off. What’s going on here?”

She sighs, arms crossed in front of her chest as the police officer clears his throat. “Well, Miss, there were a few break-ins tonight here. There’s a lot of broken glass and a lot of missing items. Thankfully nobody was injured but unfortunately we’re going to be running an investigation so it could take some time.”

“I--w--what about m-my apartment?” Your landlord sighs, “I’m sorry, honey, but your apartment was one of them, I---hey!”

You all but drag Seungcheol with you as you start making your way towards the entrance of the complex, panic and adrenaline guiding you as you all but throw the front door open. The sounds of the officer and your landlord shouting your name become fuzzy as you make your way through the halls; side stepping the stray items that were left on the floor. You make it to your hall when you notice a police officer standing at your front door that seems to have almost been ripped from the hinges.

“Miss, you can’t be in here, we’re---”

“This is my apartment, please just let me in!”

The officer standing at your apartment door notes the distress in your voice and sighs, “Show me some ID and I can let you in.” You quickly fish out your ID as he cross-references it with his documents. “Alright, go ahead. Please just don’t touch any of the hard surfaces.”

Your palm feels clammy against Seungcheol’s as you step into your apartment; shaky gasps on your lips when you notice the items strewn about. “O-oh my god…”

Seungcheol squeezes your hand tight, unsure of what to say. This was definitely the last thing he would’ve expected to happen at the end of your one week stay with him.

You can’t help the tears that threaten to spill as you look around your apartment and Seungcheol quickly notes the glassy look in your eyes when you turn to face him. Seungcheol quickly turns to the officer, voice stern. “I’m sorry to ask but can you give us a second alone, please? This is a lot for her to take in.” The officer nods as he steps back into the hallway.

“Baby? Tell me how you’re feeling, sweetheart.”

It only takes a split second before you’re sobbing into Seungcheol’s chest; his arms wrapping tightly around you.

He rubs your back gently, cooing to you softly as you let out your emotions. “Seungcheol, I, hic, wh--what am I--I, hic, g-gonna d-do? I…” You trail off as your mind goes a mile a minute. He’s unsure of how to comfort you, eyes taking in the ransacked room.

“We--we should probably talk to the officer outside? Figure out what’s going on. I--I mean, you’re definitely coming home with me. I’m not leaving you here like this and with nowhere to go.”

You pull away from his chest, tears still streaming down your face when you look up at him. Seungcheol feels his heart shatter into a thousand pieces. God please, I’d do anything to make sure she never cries like this again, he thinks.

“But my--my s-stuff, I--this--”

“I know, baby, I know. Let’s just both be thankful you weren’t here when they broke in, okay? We can replace the material stuff.” He smooths your hair down and wipes your cheeks, leaning down until he’s at eye level with you.

“I promise you, we’ll figure it out, okay? I’m not leaving you until we do.”

Nodding, you let Seungcheol take your hand as he brings you back to the front door where the officer is. “Hello? Excuse me?”

“Yes?”

Seungcheol looks your way before clearing his throat. “We just want to know what happened to my girlfriend’s apartment.” You squeeze his hand, hiding behind him.

“Well, we can’t really know for sure. A few other apartments were broken into. For some, the locks were picked and for others, it seemed like they just used blunt force against the doors until they gave way. Unfortunately, seeing as this is a gated apartment complex, the hallways don’t have any security cameras and we have no idea how the suspects got in past the gate.” The officer pauses for a moment as he lets his words sink in. “Usually with cases like this, a lot of the material goods eventually show up in local pawn shops or even just discarded in near-by trash containers. And judging from the building history, this isn’t the first time these burglars came by. This seems to be the second time. But that’s all we know for now. I suggest you pack some of your things and hang tight in a hotel until we get more info because, unfortunately, your door is ready to fall off of the hinges and we need to get a detective in here to see if there’s any fingerprints on the surfaces.”

“Will there be someone patrolling this place all night? How are we sure they won’t come back?”

“We’ll have an officer posted at all times, young man. I promise you nobody will get back in here.”

The tears stream down your cheeks as you quietly stand behind Seungcheol; lip quivering as Seungcheol thanks the officer for the information before turning to face you again.

“‘Ch--Cheol, what’re w-we, hic, gonna d-do now?” Your voice sounds so small to him as you keep your eyes focused on the floor.

“Has your apartment been broken into before? Be honest with me.”

“O--once, but--but it w-wasn’t this bad...” He clenches his jaw at your words. How the fuck did this happen before without anyone finding out? “Wait, so this has happened in the past? And you never said anything?” You peer up at him, eyelashes wet with tears.

“It, hic, they--they didn’t take as much s-stuff that t-time. But--but now I’m, hic, won--wondering if they were just s-scouting...” Seungcheol’s vision goes red; knowing exactly what he wanted to do and say but unsure of the possible outcome.

Fuck, screw it.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do, sweetheart.” He pauses, exhaling deeply before he continues. “We’re gonna pack a bag, take all your important things that you can find. I don’t care if we have to fill up my entire car with your things. And you’re coming home with me. I don’t care if you have to break the lease on this place, but I can’t in good conscience know you’re living here if people are breaking into it like this.” You open your mouth to speak, brows furrowed. “But--”

“No! No buts this time. I--I can have Jeongguk help with moving. I’m sure Seokjin-hyung can take his shift at the roller rink for one day to help us move your things. And we’ll figure things out as we go.”

“The r-rent, I--”

Seungcheol shoots you a small smile as he tilts your head up to meet his soft and warm eyes. “Please, don’t worry about something like that right now. I’m just happy you’re okay. And that you weren’t here alone where I couldn’t help you.”

You nod shakily, hands covering Seungcheol’s as he holds your face in his hands. “Seungcheol, I’m so--so sorry, I--I don’t even k-know where to start, I--this is---it’s all just so much. Really I can just---just get a h-hotel and you can g-go home...” The tears threaten to spill again but Seungcheol quickly tugs you into his inviting arms.

This was by-far not at all how he expected to end his weekend. And he could only assume you felt the same way.

“I know it’s a lot. But we’re good at figuring things out on the fly, right? You have to trust me on this one. You’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. But for right now, I think you need to hurry and post a notice that there’s no show tonight while I look for your luggage so we can grab some things and get out of here, okay?”

He releases you from his hold, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead.

“I’ll fix it, I promise.”

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Love Finds a Way : CS Jurassic World AU : Ch 7

Title: Love Finds a Way by @artistic-writer

Summary: Emma Swan is the Head of Operations for David Nolan’s exotic adventure park, Jurassic World. She has a son, Henry, and is loved and respected by her colleagues. Her life was perfect until a new dinosaur the park created, Indominus Rex, decided to escape. Oh, and her one night stand, Killian Jones - he’s there to help contain the asset. Just to complicate things even more. Jurassic World AU.

Rating: M (for people getting eaten)

Also on: AO3 - FF

A/N: Alright, Ch 7 and we are right in with the action from Ch 6, so you might want to give that a quick read first. Been a time, and I am sorry. I’ve managed to get a few more than 1 WIP posting, because i suck, but i’m not neglecting any of them, i promise. This chapter has some mutual pining, which I...I kinda liked writing. Shut up, @darkcolinodonorgasm and is dedicated to the lovely @kmomof4 who needs a little love right now. And thank you to @resident-of-storybrooke for your eyes <3

Taglist: @hollyethecurious @kmomof4 @resident-of-storybrooke @cocohook38 @sherlockianwhovian @wordsmith-storyweaver@winterbaby89 @kymbersmith-90 @killianmesmalls @killian-whump @nonnyj @jennjenn615 @thislassishooked @searchingwardrobes @doodlelolly0910 @cs-forlife @darkcolinodonorgasm @mariakov81 @xemmaloveskillianx

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The Indominus raced through the forest, crashing through the ancient trees like they were toothpicks. Each one snapped under her weight, bending unnaturally this way and that, trees almost as old as the island ripped from existence in the blink of an eye. She roared, the sound one of anger as she tilted her head back and peered up into the sky, clawed hands clenching in front of her with glee at the sight of a helicopter hot on her tail.

“Target at ten o’clock!”

The sound whirr of the mini gun was lost over the sound on the chopper, blades slicing through the air with a melodic thumping sound. The operator slid in his seat, closer to the edge of the helicopter and grabbed hold on the two handles that operated the mini gun. It was heavy and when he pulled on the two handles on either side of the mount, the gun was lifted into place against the drag of the wind, ready to aim at the target currently charging through the forest below.

The Indominus let out another ear piercing screech, the muscles in her throat vibrating as she roared. The earth beneath her feet sunk away in the slightly damp forest floor that had been hidden from the soil scorching sun for decades. Ferns and other shade dwelling flora was no match for her weight, flattened in a second and torn apart by her clawed feet as she pushed off the ground and propelled herself forward with her huge, muscular legs in an effort to evade her pursuers.

The first bullet out of the gun followed the high pitched mechanism as the drum full of bullets began to rotate and each of the barrels began expelling its ammunition. The whole gun shook, vibrating through the man holding on for dear life, the swivel mount absorbing the rest in an effort to keep the helicopter steady. Bullets rained down on the forest, narrowingly missing the dinosaur they were chasing, the ground behind the escaping Indominus thrown up into the air with each impact.

“Hit the damn thing!” The pilot called out over the onboard intercom, fingers white from how hard he was gripping the flight stick.

The gunman pulled back as hard as he could, thumbs pressed into the triggers, bullets flying around wildly as he repositioned the gun a little higher. The tip of the barrels exploded with flashes of orange with every combustion behind the projectiles within, the drop from each bullet just missing the huge beast they were meant to kill. He ground his jaw in frustration, growling over the mic intercom in rage at how the bullets kept missing her, narrowly skimming the hocks of the huge, bipedal dinosaur.

“She’s too fast!” He cried out in frustration, the sound of the chopper blades punching through the air above his head barely audible back in the communications room. “Get in front of her!”

“No, no, no, no, no!” Ruby chanted, her head bouncing between the red dot on one screen and the camera feed of one of the crew on another.

“What?” David rushed forward toward the screen. “What is it?”

Mary Margaret sucked in a breath at the screen and David followed her line of sight. “She’s going for the helicopter.” The camera was grainy but it was clear enough to see the Indominus grind to a stop and crane her neck to look at the helicopter chasing her. She was watching it double back on itself, inevitably lowering its altitude as it did, the pilot unaware, but the camera on the gunman’s helmet catching the predatory look in the dinosaur’s eye.

“She can’t reach it, can she?” David asked quickly, tearing his eyes from the camera long enough to see the shock in Mary Margaret’s eyes.

“You should know,” Walsh’s voice echoed from the shadows. “You gave that whole dinosaur the green light. Didn’t you double check what the quack was putting into his test tubes?”

David ground his teeth and his fingers dug into the back of Mary Margaret’s chair. “I thought you’d left,” David spat, not taking his eyes off the scene playing out in front of him.

“And miss this?” Walsh sneered, peering over his shoulder. “It’s just getting good.”

“Ruby, warn them!” David instructed hastily, nudging his head towards the giant screen above them.

David had barely finished his command and Ruby was dragging her headset up from around her neck, repositioning it over her ear. She pulled herself forward, the wheels of her chair just narrowly missing Walsh’s feet, before almost screaming into the mic.

“ACU team 2, this is central control! You need to alter your altitude!” Ruby’s heart pounded in her chest, her eyes flicking to the screen where the Indominus even looked like she was contemplating the exact angle of attack.

“Control, this is ACU airborne, can you repeat? Over.”

“Oh, God,” Mary Margaret gasped. “They didn’t hear you.”

“Uh oh,” Walsh taunted with a whistle.

“Dammit,” David grunted, the hairs on his arms standing on end. He grabbed Mary Margaret’s headset off of her desk, gripping the mic stem between his shaking fingers and lifted it to his mouth. She didn’t even realise it but Mary Margaret had grabbed his arm, hooking her fingers into the crook on his elbow and was holding him so tightly to stop the shake in her own hands. “ACU Airborne, pull up! Pull up!”

David’s warning came too late, the echoing roar of the Indominus growing louder before it was followed by the crunching on metal and the backwards whirr of rotor blades under stress where the huge dinosaur had leapt into the air and bit clean through the tail section of the helicopter. The control room filled with the sound of screaming, the high pitched yelling and panic that flowed from the surround sound speakers indistinguishable from man or woman as many of them turning into pained gurgling. There was a scrambling, the mics muffled by each team member as they clambered for brace positions under their leaders instructions, those that hadn’t been crushed in the initial attack audibly puking in the wake of their comrades in pieces.

Mary Margaret gulped down a lump in her throat, her eyes paralyzed and unable to blink away the imagined demise of each team member as their vitals flatlined on the screen in front of her. Her fingers were digging into David’s arm so hard he was sure she would leave a mark, but he let her, almost one hundred percent sure he hadn’t heard her breathe for a few minutes. After what seemed like an age, he slipped out of her grip and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to him and cupping his hand over her ear, trying his hardest to shield her from the horrific sounds.

“Mayday! Mayday!”

“We’re going down!”

“Help us! Lord, help us!”

The sound of yelling and the crunching of metal was drowned out by another screech from the dinosaur, the last images from the Captain’s body cam turning black inside of the Indominus' mouth when she clamped her jaws shut around the man. Tiny pinpricks of light danced across the image on the control room wall, spinning like bubbles in a washing machine as she chomped a few times, crushing the life out of the man who had once been sitting in the cockpit she had just ripped off mid flight.

A silence fell over the control room, static the only sound that everyone could hear coming from the two way communication. David relinquished his hold on Mary Magaret for a split second to turn off the radio comms with the now downed helicopter, a soft sniffle drawing his attention. Ruby had been crying and in the panic, as he looked around in the aftermath, it wasn’t just her. There wasn’t a dry eye in the entire room, employees consoling each other as if a hug would make everything that had just seen go away.

“Mr Nolan,” Ruby croaked with a watery voice.

“I know,” David assured her, stopping her from saying the words that she had to officially say. The rules be damned. David knew everyone was dead and he wasn’t about to make her say it.

“Well, looks like this thing really is unstoppable.” Walsh’s words were not even the least bit perturbed by the sounds he had heard or the images he had seen. The man had the gall to cross his arms over his chest and smile with glee, but that was soon laid to waste when, out of nowhere, David’s fist connected with his jaw, and the weasel of a man stumbled backwards.

“David!” Mary Magaret screeched, jumping to her feet so fast her chair toppled over when Nolan went in for a second strike, his clenched fist breaking Walsh’s nose with an audible crack.

“Son of a-,” Walsh cried, clutching his nose that was busy pouring with deep crimson blood.

“Those were good people!” David roared, looming over his hunched figure, Mary Margaret attempting to halt a third attack by hanging off his arm.

“We’re all good people!” Walsh shouted back, righting himself and squaring up to David and spitting blood onto the fabric of his shirt. “We all do things with the best of intentions, don’t we?” He cocked his head to the side, a blood stained grin accompanying his implication.

“This isn’t your fault,” Ruby offered to David with a snarl in Walsh’s direction.

“This isn’t your fault! This isn’t your fault!” Walsh parroted with a cocky grin. “God, aren’t you sick of your cheerleaders yet, Prince Charming?”

“I know what you’re trying to do,” David told the miserable man. “And I already told you once. The only way you’re going to set live raptors loose on this island is over my dead body.” David clenched his jaw at Walsh’s cocky smirk, his hand balling painfully at his side where he was sure he had split at least one knuckles because of the sting there.

“That won’t be entirely necessary,” Walsh announced, straightening up and running his tongue over the ridges of his blood soaked teeth. “You see,” he announced, sucking in a breath and closing the gap between him and David even more until their chests touched. “They say there is strength in numbers, which is good for you, because these two ragtag little groupies you’ve got going on here-,”

“Hey!” Ruby protested, matching Mary Margaret’s scowl.

“Oh, no offence,” Walsh nodded over David’s shoulder to the security guard stationed at the door, their matching sand coloured uniforms signaling their connection as he reached for the cuffs on his belt. “It’s real cute,” he said with a pout of his bottom lip. “But you know loyalty doesn’t cost a thing.”

“What the...What are you doing?” David demanded of the guard when his arm was wrenched awkwardly behind his back.

“At least not for me,” Walsh said out loud absentmindedly. “These guys are on your payroll.”

“You won’t get away with this,” Mary Margaret growled with a pink tinge to her cheeks from anger.

“Oh, honey, sit down before you break a nail,” Walsh spat, pushing past her and sending her crashing down into her seat.

The chair rolled backwards a little under her weight and the shy slip of a woman shrunk away from her previous bravado. David struggled against the guard’s hold, only caring that the brute of a man had decided it would be a good idea to touch a woman that he cared so much about. Despite his imposing height, the security guard was much bigger than David, and his opposition to his incapacity was futile.

“You’re going to regret that,” David spat through clenched teeth, shaking his shoulders in one more protest as he was hauled into the elevator.

Walsh sniggered arrogantly, making everyone in the comms room jump when he clapped his hands together as soon as the elevator doors slid closed with a ding. “Now that unfortunate matter has been seen to, and it gives me no pleasure to announce this, but the incapacitation of our fearless leader leaves me in charge as the highest ranking In-Gen official.”

Ruby made a sound in the back of her throat that sounded like she had thrown up in her own mouth and tried to swallow it.

“And our primary objective is to prevent further loss of life.” As if on cue, the elevator doors sounded its arrival again and the doors parted to reveal at least seven new men, all armed to the teeth with equipment and all sporting the ever fetching In-Gen sand coloured shirts. When they started pushing their way into the comms room and began setting up with bulky equipment without permission, it made Ruby’s emotions turn back into anger.

“Who are these guys?” she said with a sneer.

“I’m glad you asked,” Walsh replied without missing a beat. “You are all relieved of your duties,” he announced gleefully. “There’s a new team on the ground.”

“This is insane!” Ruby argued as a man she had never seen before plopped himself into her chair and tested the swivel action as if she wasn’t there. “You can’t do this!”

“So, without further ado,” he continued, ignoring her remark of disgust. “Let’s stop wasting money and kill this thing.”

Henry wasn’t sure if the sweat on his brow was from the exhilaration of driving on his own for so long, or from the humidity on the island. He had been driving for a while now but somewhere along his journey, and Henry was sure at which point, he had broken his watch. The face was permanently stuck on the time it had stopped, right about when Graham had thrown him off a cliff and into a river in order to save his life. He should have taken it off but it was a gift and even at his age, Henry was sentimental.

The Jeep was a bumpy ride, the old suspension as worn as it could have possibly been for a car that had been sitting, untouched in storage for over a decade. The ground underneath the almost still new tyres was even more uneven, damp and crumbly, making the wheels spin in the darkness of the forest, and as hard as rock in the open areas. The last time Henry has exited the woodland trail he has almost been bounced clean over the cracked windshield with the change in density of the track, only staying in situ because of his tight grip on the wheel.

Out in the daylight wasn’t a picnic either. Even without his watch, Henry could tell what time of day it was because of the blistering heat above him. The Jeep had no cover anymore, half of the leather having degraded overtime and the other half flying away in strips as he has floored it through the areas he knew were occupied by the more predatory dinosaurs. The sun had only got hotter, his clothes almost totally dry except from where he had perspired under his arms and down his back, so Henry knew it wouldn’t be long before the evening started to draw in.

The paddocks of Isla Nublar were not somewhere you wanted to be after dark.

The ground under the wheels suddenly turned to a more gravel like consistency and the Jeep rocked a little until it settled onto the new road. Henry slipped sideways in his seat and nearly toppled out, but he managed to grab on just in time to see the closed gate up ahead. Two huge rusted iron gates were blocking the path, years of erosion as well as bark like twines entangled in the brittle chains holding them together.

Barely visible through the leafless bindings was a danger sign for high voltage along the fence that Henry knew no longer existed, so, with a deep breath, he slammed his foot on the accelerator until it hit the floor. The engine roared in protest but the whole vehicle lurched forward, climbing the slight incline towards the huge, steel gates. Henry gripped the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, and pinching his eyes closed as tightly as he could, prepared for impact.

The Jeep hit the steel gates but it barely slowed, the weather worn chain giving out almost instantly and freeing the gates from its hold. Henry heard them fly open and when the Jeep continued its forward momentum, Henry peeled one eye open to see the damage. There was none to him, and none to the vehicle, just a powdery cloud of dust in his wake from where the dead foliage had been busted apart. With a quick glance over his shoulder, Henry smiled, letting out his breath and releasing the gas a little.

“Woo!” He declared, drumming his hands on the steering wheel in celebration.

He was running on adrenaline and not much else, every snapping twig or rustle of leaves setting him on high alert. He strained to listed over the sound of the engine, eyes wide and pupils dilated as he continued to drive through what seemed like a never ending paddock. Anything could be there and, in all honesty, Henry wasn’t all that excited to find out what. He pressed his foot a little harder on the gas when the Jeep met a steep incline and as it crested the hill, Henry was relieved to see the familiar compound up ahead where he knew Killian and Liam trained the raptors.

“Open the gate!” Henry shouted but his voice was lost behind the sound of the car horn as he slammed his palm into the middle of the wheel. “Open the gate!” He called out again, relieved but still scared half to death. He would feel much safer on the other side of the huge concrete wall, that was for sure. “Come on, open the gate!”

Two security staff stationed on top of the wall over the gate entrance squinted to see the vehicle as it approached. One cocked his head to the side, clearly confused, and the other simply let his jaw drop open in shock. The whole island was on lock down and no one was supposed to be anywhere except in the main compound or at their assigned posts, so they shared a quick, confused glance.

“That’s a first,” one muttered.

“Mmm,” the other hummed in agreement.

“Do you think we should-,” the first offered but was quickly interrupted by the sound of footprints pounding along the metal high rise boardwalk behind them.

“Open the gate!” Liam yelled, his words bouncing on every step he took. The two guards shared another look, gripping their guns a little tighter. “Open the gate,” Liam repeated gruffly as he reached them. “That’s Henry,” he breathed, a wave of relief washing over him at the sight of the boy. “Call Emma,” he ordered. “Tell her we’ve found him.”

Killian had been almost unable to move Emma from the spot when she had witnessed the ACU helicopter going down and once he had moved her to the safety of the forest, in the opposite direction to the Rex, she suddenly wasn’t much for words. He knew she felt guilty, but no matter what he had said to her in the heat of the comms room argument, he knew she wasn’t to blame for any of this. In fact, Emma couldn’t have been furthest from the blame. She was just the face of the island, there to make sure tourists were happy, and like most others, including himself, she had no idea as to what was being cooked up in paddock 11.

Emma felt like the worst person in the entire world. She was trying to simultaneously run the park and raise her son, but somewhere along the way, she had lost sight of what mattered the most. Henry meant more to her than anything, she just hadn’t shown it much. She was ambitious, and it had been kind to her, but at what cost? Now where was she? Ankle deep in the middle of a forest, hiding her tears in the humidity that was slowly washing the dirt from her face.

A hand on her shoulder shook her from her guilty daydream, and she quickly wiped at her cheeks, flicking the moisture away from her face. Killian’s hand was warm, much warmer feeling because of the sheerness of her blouse, and she couldn’t help but shiver a little. She had been fighting her feelings for him, she knew that, and whether he meant to or not, he had managed to wriggle his way back into her heart.

“He’s going to be alright,” Killian told her as he gave her shoulder a squeeze. He swung one leg over the fallen tree Emma was perched on and let the rifle he was carrying slip from his shoulder. He rested it against the gnarled bark, ignoring the way the moss that was growing on top of it was dampening his pants, and sat back with hunched shoulders and a sigh.

“I know,” Emma sniffed, wiping her blouse sleeve over her cheeks.

“Hey, look at that,” Killian smiled warmly. “You believed me for once.”

Emma coughed out a short laugh and playfully swatted his chest, and action that made Killian lean even closer to her in an attempt to extend their contact. Emma let her hand linger on his chest, right where his shirt was partly open, and Killian felt his nipples harden when she brushed over a few of the glossy black chest hairs that peeked out from the shirt there. In a split second decision that would either go in his favour or get him slapped, Killian covered her hand with his, flattening her palm over his heart that had begun a beat of rapid fire in his chest.

Killian stared at her until, slowly, Emma looked up from watching his hand on hers. The tips of his ears flushed hot with adrenaline and he felt his lungs draw in a much deeper breath than before, the slight curl of Emma’s fingertips against his chest making him gasp inaudibly. She would have felt it, no doubt about it, and he pressed her hand harder to his shirt in an attempt to feel her through closer to his skin. Emma’s eyes finally met his, her lips dry from being slightly parted, and her throat dry where she had forgotten to swallow.

“Killian,-” she began, but unlike other times she had said his name, this was different.

“I just need to know one thing,” Killian said hoarsely, his own throat suddenly parched. Like a nervous schoolboy he dipped his head and let his other hand reach around Emma’s back where it began to smooth down the fabric of her blouse, his lips turning up into a cheeky grin. “How have you been able to run in those heels?”

Emma chuckled, the vibrations from her laugh shooting up Killian’s arm and embedding the sensation in his soul. Her hand slipped from his chest and he let he take it, the feel of her fingertips already like a brand on his skin from the one night they had spent together. Killian felt her whole body relax, which was his exact intention when he has so brazenly placed his hand on her back, and it hadn’t escaped his notice that this time, she hadn’t pulled away.

“I have just evolved beyond the need for stability that flat footwear gives you,” Emma smiled. “I’d recommend heels, but,” she leaned forward and pretended to squint at the bottom half of Killian’s legs whilst sucking in a long breath through her teeth. “I just don’t think you have the calves for it.”

Killian had no witty retort, just a single, deep, reverberating laugh that escaped his open mouth as he regarded her with humour in his eyes. His tongue traced the ridges of the teeth at the side of his mouth, and he tilted his head back a little at her comment, enjoying the way she was smiling back at him for the first time all day. His eyes flicked between hers and her lips, dry skin there begging to be kissed like he was the only hydration on offer for miles. Emma was the same, his oasis in a sandstorm, her lips coaxing him closer when she bit her bottom lip playfully, but with all of the will he had left, Killian refrained from following the urges of his own body and pulled his hand from where it lay on her back too.

Emma missed the contact, even if she was reluctant to admit it, and when Killian rubbed at his jean clad thighs and cleared his throat in an attempt to regain some composure, her eyes fell to his hands and his scars there. She had seen them before, the skin ridged and twisted from primitive stitching that she had no doubt he had probably tried to do himself because of his stubbornness. As she recalled, it had no impact on the way he used his hand, but she knew that he must be embarrassed by them because of the way he had always tried to hide them around her. As if on cue, Killian finished his eager rubbing of his thighs and tried to rearrange himself so that the offending hand could be tucked into his pockets.

“Wait,” Emma said suddenly, softly, her thoughts jumping to words and leaving her mouth without coherence when she reached for his hand in an attempt to halt his hiding. “I mean,-”

“It’s alright, love,” Killian smiled, offering her his scarred hand once more when she withdrew hers. “You’re inquisitive, and that’s alright.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just,” Emma began, unable to find the words she wanted. To hide her awkwardness she tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear and swallowed hard, cursing the humidity that had accented the red tint to her cheeks. “Which raptor did it?” She said finally, enclosing Killian’s had between both of hers and trailing her fingertips over the scars.

“What makes you think it was one of the raptors?” Killian asked her with an arched eyebrow.

“You leave your trailer for work and dating, and I haven’t heard about much of the latter lately,” she quipped.

“Ah, well, yes,” Killian agreed in his very British accent, his other hand reaching up to scratch behind his ear. “There was one that got away.” His scarred hand twisted and his fingers entwined themselves with hers, a wave of panic flooding over him when he thought she might pull away. She didn’t but was silent, unable to express herself over the huge chasm in her heart that someone had once made, one that stopped her communicating her feelings anymore. “It was Delta,” Killian said low, offering her a conversational relief. “I was stupid and, like and idiot, took my eye off the ball for a second.”

“How old was she?” Emma asked, seemingly more comfortable with the new conversation.

“Only a few weeks old,” Killian uttered, remembering the moment vividly. He had thought it a good idea to offer Delta a dead rat from the same hand he had just used to feed one of the other raptors, getting complacent and neglecting to wash his hands between feedings. The young raptors had been fed separately at first, to allow Killian to assess the best way they would integrate into a pack, but caught up in the excitement of his new job, he had forgotten protocol and gave Delta a rat from a hand that smelled of the very food he was offering. “It wasn’t her fault,” he assured her. “But it reminded me of what kind of animals we are dealing with on this island.”

Emma moved her hand towards her lap and pulled Killian’s with it. He let her, the sting of nervous sweat glands under his armpits unnoticed in the still wet patches of damp from the island’s heat. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you,” Emma told him whilst tracing the lines of scars on his palm. “If I had, maybe this dinosaur would be dead by now.”

Killian shook his head. “It is I who should apologise, love. I should never have yelled at you.”

“Damn right!” Emma teased, gripping his hand harder.

“You do realise you’ve agreed with me twice in the same conversation now?” Killian retorted with a smirk.

Emma just nodded, that stray strand of hair falling forward with the motion of her head once again. Killian moved his hand quicker than she could, smoothing his weathered fingers over the curve of her ears as he tucked it back into place, his thumb completing his move as it stroke her ear lobe. Again, Emma didn’t recoil at his touch and he felt the muscles of her throat swallow when he plucked a piece of tree bark from the rest of the hair behind her ear. The smile of her face was infectious and Killian mirrored it, but before either of them had a chance to say anything else, Emma’s phone rang and they startled apart.

She scrambled for the device she had tucked into her bra and Killian averted his eyes as she did so, only looking back when he heard her answer.

“Liam? What is it? What’s going on?” Emma said hurriedly, pushing herself to her feet and stalking away from the log they were sitting on.

Killian couldn’t hear what Liam was saying, but when she turned to face him, Emma’s face paled and he almost had to rush to support her when she threatened to topple in front of him. Her eyes welled up, pupils dilated so much that there was almost none of the honey green glaze left for him to see. He watched her chest heave before she thanked her friend and hung up, sniffing and wiping her eyes again just as he reached her, unable to bring himself to ask for the news he didn’t really want to hear.

“Is it Henry?” Killian pried delicately, gently holding her elbow.

All Emma could do was cover her mouth and nod, eyes pinching closed as more tears fell. Without a second thought, Killian pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly like he wished he had done that night. Words unspoken told him said she was thankful and that she needed his embrace more than she was letting on, so he just stood there in the soaking humidity of the island and held her. Emma’s hands found his biceps and she seemed to hold on there, her face buried into his chest and every breath inhaling him as she sobbed.

“He’s alive,” Emma sighed, her words muffled by Killian’s shirt.

“I told you,” Killian smiled, pressing his lips to the side of her temple and squeezing her a little tighter with his own relief. “I knew it, the lad is smart, resourceful,-” Killian began as she pulled away but Emma had other ideas when she wrapped her arms around his neck, stretched up on her toes and cut him off with a kiss.

There was no way that Killian could stop his reaction this time, not even if he had wanted to. Emma’s initiation gave him the green light, a wordless agreement from her that finally, after all this time and all of his patience, she was ready to validate his feelings. He cupped her face in his hands, her bottom lip still quivering from her emotional news, something Killian hoped he could soothe as he tilted his head and their lips slanted against each other in a whole new direction and made her moan.

Killian couldn’t stop the growl that escaped his throat when he pushed against her mouth and she pushed back, her fingers digging into the hair at the base of his neck despite its wetness and clutching hard, making him suddenly realise where they were. He had to push his feelings aside, despite his body’s reactions to the way Emma had flattened herself to him, every curve of her deliciously distracting as she writhed against him.

“Emma,” Killian mumbled against her mouth when she pulled his face back to hers when as tried to pull away. “Emma, love…”

“I’m sorry,” Emma breathed, gasping for breath. “I...I’m,-”

“I know.” Killian smiled warmly, thumbing the corner of her mouth. “Let’s get you reunited with your lad, alright?”

“You’re right,” Emma nodded, pulling herself from his arms and licking her lips. “Come on,” she told him with a pat to his chest as she breezed past him on her way back to the car they had left through the trees. “We can wait.”

Distracted by retrieving his gun, Killian hadn’t registered what she meant at first, but as soon as he did, he stood bolt upright only to watch her disappear through the broadleaved foliage. “Wait, what?”

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Echoes, Ch. 26

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Fic Summary: Feet dangling off the edge of the bed, hands still resting on the earpieces of his glasses, Eggsy opened his eyes.

And promptly shut them again, screwing them shut like a child who had the distinct misfortune of biting into a raw lemon. Breathing harshly in his nose and out his mouth, trying to stave off whatever delusional panic had befallen him, Eggsy reopened his eyes.

‘Harry?’

Or: The Hologram Story Nobody Asked For

‘You know I love you, yeah?’ Michelle’s voice didn’t waver, but her eyes remained focused on the cup she clutched between her hands. They were sat together on the sofa, enough space that Daisy could fit between them, had she been awake; Eggsy hummed in agreement, mouth preoccupied with the tea they had masterfully made themselves to give them a way not to talk.

They both knew they had to, the way they were going just couldn’t continue for much longer. Something had to give.

‘... I’ve spen’ a lot of time, mum, tryin’ to find a way to explain my shit in a way you’d get it- but, see, knowin’ how to talk to someone means you gotta know ‘em. An’ it kinda hit me that we don’ know each other well ‘nough for that.’ Eggsy sighed, one hand tugging through his hair while the other held the cup on the armrest. ‘Not as adults, at least- an’ I don’t want to be harsh on you, but it feels like you still see me as a kid cos you weren’ really awake enough to see me when I was one.’

‘I know your age, Eggsy-’

‘It ain’t about age, mum- least, it’s not about the number. It’s about where my head’s at, the age I am here,’ he brought the hand from his hair to hiss temple, ‘an’ here,’ his heart, ‘not some numbers.’

‘I don’t understand.’ It’s quiet, muttered around the lip of her mug, with a furrow between her brows. ‘I know the estates and… and Dean,’ she swallowed heavily, ‘weren’t very forgiving or anythin’ but we got by.’

‘When Harry came by and told you about dad,’ Eggsy turned fully toward his mother, who was buried in her mug and growing tenser by the moment, ‘when he gave me this medal cos you were just gonna toss it out of spite,’ Eggsy pulled it from his shirt and over his head, laying it on the cushion between them, ‘he told me to take care of you.’ Michelle’s head shot up, eyes wide and mouth slightly open.

‘The first time Harry ever saw me, he knew who we were- dad talked about us constantly. He knew the news he was going to deliver was awful and that nothin’ could replace what he saw as his having taken from us. He blamed himself- he fought tooth an’ nail to get that medal for us against every regulation there was- and he knew you weren’ gonna accept help from anyone but he gave me the medal anyway. Told me to take care of it- and you.

‘I didn’ really get it at the time, but then you just… didn’ get up for a while. I had to go to school, I had to eat, and you didn’t seem to hear me askin’ you about that stuff. I didn’t get a buncha stuff at school and you wouldn’ help me so I ended up talkin’ to my teachers and figuring it out me’self. I started figurin’ my own food- an’ then I started figuring yours. Tried to pester you into much of anything but it was just so hard. An’ then you started dating again- or, well, going out, an’ I had a whole new challenge.’

‘It weren’t all that, babes-’

‘Mum, I love you, but it was. My fears for Daisy, the reasons I didn’ tell you when I found out what really happened to dad, aren’ just nightmares an’ shit made up. I don’ want her havin’ to do even a fraction of what I did at her age. The fact that you can’ see, even now, everythin’ that was wrong back then scares me.’ Eggsy lifted his mug back to his face, barely sipping as an excuse to pass the buck for a bit.

‘I just… I guess I can’t put it all together in a way that makes sense, Eggsy. Harry- the one who told me about your dad’s death, who died ‘imself, and then wasn’t dead- his guilt ain’t yours, and I don’ get why you’d be so torn up abou’ the death of a man you barely knew. An’ keeping secrets is one of the few things I know the estates taught well, I don’ like it but I understand that bit. Mostly. Still hurt, tho.’ Michelle sounded entirely lost, and wished desperately for a cig or a stiffer drink than tea- but she was trying not to rely on shit like that anymore.

‘Harry told me to take care of you- so I did. Not that I really thought he existed for a bit there, to be honest. Without the medal I’d’ve chalked ‘im up as a figment of my imagination. I just knew that someone ‘ad given me an important job, and I was gonna do it. But, to be honest mum, you’re tough as shit to take care of. I started to give up, an’ I went off to the Marines to try an’ make something of myself for me. Figured you was okay, what with a live-in boyfriend an’ all, but that weren’t the case at all, cos-’

‘Daisy.’

‘Yeah, mum, Daisy. You called up me in a panic, bangin’ on about losin’ me like you lost dad and I dunno if you really knew what you was doing. Maybe you weren’t doing it on purpose- I hope you weren’t-’ the last was murmured, ‘but you used my takin’ care of you against me. You pushed every button, pulled every trigger, and then- d’you remember the last bit o’ that call? I can’t forget it.’

Michelle shook her head, mug forgotten on her lap.

‘You tol’ me that it wasn’t like I could make a career out of that anyway. You just… dismissed my choices like they didn’ matter a whit- I was nearly twenty, mum! Did you know there’d been Olympic scouts at my gymnastics practises? That girly shit Dean said was a waste of money coulda gotten us out of there, no medal necessary- I liked gymnastics, but someone else said different and you leapt to please ’em.

‘You didn’ really treat me like a person; you didn’ explain or ask what I thought or even talk to my coaches. One day I was doin’ something amazing and the next day I was told we were never going back there again, and yeah I wasn’ an adult but I’ve never been an idiot, mum. Just. Over an’ over again you showed me that I wasn’t the most important thing in your life, or even like top five sometimes, so I stopped tryin’ to be. I let Dean get to me, let ‘im use me to run his shit and whatever the fuck else he wanted to keep ‘im from goin’ after you or Daisy an’ I stopped trying to find a way out.

‘I gave up, got myself stuck, an’ Harry just abou’ dragged me back into bein’ a person again withou’ even knowin’ it! He was a right prick about it at first- said he though’ dad’d be “bitterly disappointed” in me.’ Much to MIchelle’s confusion, Eggsy grinned his way around the words and huffed a laugh. ‘He was actin’ on the assumption that my life choices were my own- but I set him straight quick. Got me goin’ off about posh arseholes and silver spoons, an’ looking back I think he was a bit proud I didn’ hold my tongue, but then Poodle and the boys showed up. And, well, you know what happened after that. Fuckin’ Dean, and Harry saving my arse cos I refused to grass on ‘im even after… well, after everything.’

‘I think you’ve gotten off topic, Eggsy. I don’t need a step-by-step of you ‘n Harry-’

‘Except that’s exactly what you asked for, mum. You don’ get why his death fucked me up so badly an’ I’m tryin’ to explain it to you- but you don’t really want to know why it affected me so badly- you’se wonderin’ why his death affected you long after you’d put ‘im and his message from your mind.’

‘Now wait a minute, Eggsy- I ain’t lying to you about wanting to know shit. I’m not lying about wanting to understand why his death put you in such a state. I’m not making shit up about not understanding and trying to understand you. I don’t get it, I’m trying here,’ she wiped at her eyes angrily, refusing to look away from Eggsy despite the state she’d suddenly put herself into, ‘but you’ve got to give me something to work with, babe! You’re going on about bein’ grown up and at the same time you‘re harping on about shit I can’t even remember!’

‘EXACTLY!’ Eggsy jumped to his feet and threw his hands up, thankfully having dropped his empty mug to the ground beforehand, ‘That’s the fucking problem, mum- you don’t remember. And, maybe, what you do remember somehow measures up as not as bad as some other shit but I don’t have that luxury! You know what I remember? You, blacked out on the couch; you, lettin’ Dean’s boys paw at you in the livin’ room; you, turning away the first time Dean hit me; you, ignorin’ Daisy crying for hours until I gave in and got what she needed.

‘And, yeah, I know shit was tough- I’m not tryin’ to compare sufferings or some other bullshit- I know you think you were doing the best you could; I know you think you did the best you could with the shitty hand you were dealt. I know.’ Eggsy stopped, took a deep breath in his nose and out his mouth, lips pursed tightly, and did it again. Again. Until the red faded from his face and his heart slowed down enough to feel rational again.

Michelle hadn’t moved. She tried to convince herself that she was listening out for Daisy moving about in her room, what with the ruckus, but adept as she was at lying to herself it wouldn’t stick. This man in front of her was a stranger to her- she knew he was her son, but she didn’t know anything about him, apparently. She didn’t know his goals or his struggles, she didn’t know his friendships beyond the tangential moments they crossed her path directly; how was she ever supposed to bridge this gap she hadn’t known was there?

‘Eggs-’

‘Let me finish, mum- if I don’ do it now I don’t think I’ll try again later.’

‘Okay.’ She swallowed heavily, hands so tight around the mug she was surprised it hadn’t shattered, and waited.

And waited.

‘D’you know what I don’t remember, mum? I don’t remember dad’s voice. I don’t remember his laugh or much of anythin’ about him to be honest. Sometimes I think I see him when I’m asleep but I dunno how much of that’s just my head making shit up with the one picture I’ve got of him, and how much of it is an actual memory I can’t get to when I’m awake. I don't want to find out how much of it's all in my head, honest. An’ maybe all that’s not the healthiest start to a relationship, of any kind, but it’s a sight better than drugs and a meal ticket.

‘Harry didn’t save me, and fuck knows he was a right arse at the start of it; but my refusing to grass gave him enough reason, I guess, to give me the chance to prove myself. He threw every one of my biggest regrets, especially the ones I didn’t get a choice in failing at, in my face. An’ then he turned it about in a way only someone used to getting his way can- he told me to jump. And I said “why not” instead of “how high” an’ he was glad for it. He didn’t give me shit besides a chance; he didn’ tell me what was goin’ on ‘til it were too late to turn back and let me prove myself. Not to him, but-’

‘To yourself. He… He took you away from everythin’ that held you back an’ let you push yourself. He let you figure yourself out without any of us stoppin’ you.’

‘He believed in me, mum; and, yeah, it all started cos he figured he’d as good as killed dad himself but he let me figure it out myself. Never treated me like a kid or like I was less a person for bein’ different- and I fucked it up anyway, mind, but he let me try- and then he died and the one person who’d believed in me was gone. An’ the last thing I’d said to him was accuse ‘im of havin’ dad stuffed somewhere in his house like one of them pinned butterflies. He went straight off for America from that fight, an’ then he died-’

‘And you blamed yourself.’ Her Eggsy, if she could call him that to herself without wincing, had gone and fallen into the same pit Harry had after Lee. He slumped back into the sofa, head hung low, and Michelle took the moment just to look at him. To see the way his jaw clenched and unclenched the same way Lee’s had when he was upset. The way Eggsy’s eyes had the same tilt his dad had had. All the little pieces of Lee that Eggsy had no idea he’d inherited because she’d refused to talk about him and brought people into their lives who forbade it. Because she’d... let her grief consume her.

‘Well, now I know what Merlin was on about,’ Michelle muttered to herself, one hand propped against her chin, ‘when he said I’d let my grief consume me. I didn’ even see you was strugglin’ more than I was, babes, cos it was different. I ain’t gonna claim that I get it now,’ she shook her head and a self-deprecating laugh escaped, ‘but I’m gonna say that I’m gonna try and see that I don’ understand and that’s okay.

‘I know I didn’ do right by you, Eggsy; I know I let other shit be more important and I pushed you away cos you reminded me so much of Lee that it… it made me angry. How could I keep bein’ who I’d been before, when he was gone? And I didn’ even realise that I was takin’ it out on you. Or,’ she corrected herself, ‘maybe I did, but I didn’t want to admit it to meself. I spent so much time tryin’ to ignore everything that’d changed and not enough trying to figure out how to be your mum- a mum, actually- after everythin’. You kept gettin’ bigger and then you were grown and leavin’ me and I just… panicked.’

Eggsy refused to meet her gaze, one hand clenched tightly in a fist while the other rubbed itself aimlessly against the sofa cushion. He’d always known his mum was fucked up; the older he got the more obvious it was that she’d just had all her strings cut when his dad died and she let just about anyone make choices for her cos she couldn’t handle the responsibility of being a person. And yeah, having the explanation helped and all, but it was a bit like finding out that Snape’d been a dick because he was a spy and loved Harry’s mum- it was a good reason, but it wasn’t an excuse. It didn’t make things better in retrospect, it didn’t make him happier to know; it didn’t bridge the gap she’d dug between them. It was a good way to learn what not to do- but didn’t help much when trying to figure out what TO do.

‘I don’ think I’m ever gonna understand, Eggsy, but I don’ want you avoiding me- or Daisy- cos of the shit I did before. Or didn’ do. I ain’t gonna claim to fix it or anything- but I want to try an’ do better; I want to learn how to be… well, maybe not a mum- think you’re a bit old for that, an’ that’s where I fucked this up in the first place. I tried to push you to talk an’ you weren’t ready, or maybe just not ready to talk with me ‘bout it, cos I thought I knew best. And it’s pretty obvious here that I don’t. So, maybe I can learn to be your friend- one that’s got a load of stories to teach you what not to do.’

‘You’re always gonna be my mum, tho. You fucked up, a lot, and I’m tryin’ not to… to project my past onto Daisy cos you’ve changed. V-Day made us all re-think a lot of shit, in a lot o’ ways, and I know you’re trying. There ain’t much to drink here, you’ve been chattin’ with Harry and takin’ Daisy to school and being a proper person. I can see it. But, sometimes, seein’ you trying makes me mad as hell- cos why wasn’ I enough to try for?’ Eggsy felt a tear escape, traitorously run it's way down his cheek, but refused to wipe it away. He was allowed to feel, damnit.

‘Oh, Eggsy, there was nothin’ you coulda done. You did your best- I just… wasn’t quite there yet. I couldn’t see past the moment I was stuck in like- like your bloody snowglobe, that one Lee brought home for you his last leave. Everythin’ was fine long as I didn’t leave that bubble and tha’s on me, babes. My shit ain’t your responsibility, an’ that goes double for your guilt over Harry. Obviously his dying didn’ stick, but you’ve gotta let that shit go or you’re never going to see eveythin’ that’s in front of you.’ Michelle thought briefly of Harry the first time he’d come by, how lost he’d been when she’d just brushed aside his guilt like a stray bit of dirt where it shouldn’t be. ‘And I ain’t talkin’ about being grateful- I know you’re plenty grateful that shit’s landed as it has, love- but you… I dunno, maybe it’s just cos I see you so little with that “tailoring” job,’ Michelle mimed the quotations with her fingers, ‘but it feels like you’re doin’ the same shit I did, but, like, the opposite. You’re tryin’ to keep yourself in that moment back when shit wasn’t all fucked up, an’ if you’re moving forward it’s fuckin’ slowly.’

‘Like you’re one to talk, mum.’

‘But tha’s just it- I was doing that. I was stuck and stickin’ there and I didn’t even care I was doing it ‘til some madman decided to shove my faults in my face in a way I can only thank every god above and below Daisy doesn’t seem to remember.

‘Learn from me, Eggsy- don’ get stuck just cos it seems safer.’

‘I don’t know how to be safe, mum- I just know how to get from one crisis to the next.’

‘Good thing you’ve got the time to learn, then. Even if you’ve got yourself a group of folk who prolly don’t know any better than you do.’ That seemed to cut loose some of the tension, both chuckling and bumping shoulders, and when had the space between them shrunk so much? Physically, mind, but hopefully they’d started filling in the emotional gaps.

They sat in silence for a while, finishing off their now-so-cold-it-was-a-little-gross tea and clearing the sitting room. They got up to wash their mugs, stood comfortably beside each other at the sink, a happier echo of tense moments past. Michelle didn’t want to leave anything for Eggsy to wonder at, cos chances were that they wouldn’t ever speak like this again. This was the only chance she’d have, probably; but even if it weren’t she needed to know that Eggsy had heard her.

‘I need you to know that I mean it when I tell you I love you, Eggsy. I don’ really know how to love you, now, but I know it’s there- I just can’t express it right, I guess. And I’m so proud of you- you grew up so much when I wasn’t looking. When I was lookin’ away on purpose. But you’re an amazing young man and I am so proud of you- even when you won’t tell me all about your fancy dangerous job and I have to imagine what’s goin’ on.’ Eggsy smiled ruefully and scrubbed a hand at his neck, cheeks flushed but unrepentant. Michelle smiled and slowly opened her arms, wriggling her fingers to goad Eggsy into her embrace- which he did without protest, and she lifted herself just enough to reach his ear and whisper the words she couldn’t bring herself to say to his face.

‘You’re so much like your dad; you’ve got his justice and his fury and I’m gonna try an' tell you that more often. You deserve to know that you’re doin’ him proud- and he deserves to be remembered.’

#dagonet writes #echoes fic #Kingsman #kingsman fic

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Covenant ch 7

summery: They did it, IT was left to die alone in the tunnels under Derry. months have passed and the losers thrived after what seems to feel like a curse lifting off the town. if only Beverly had not decided to make a last minute deal with IT on its death bed. will her choice to let IT live destroy all that she holds dear?

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rated: M - fowl language and gore

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~ch: 7 Regrets~

The two under the table glanced at each other in shock. Whipping their heads back around to listen more carefully.

“What do police think happened?” … “Animal attack.” … “I guess.” … “like you said. Children go missing all the time. Its such a shame.” … “don't worry, I'll be fine.” … “Bye.” The conversation ended on a click. The principle jogging out toward the front of the building.

“What was that about?” Eddie asked in whisper.

“I don't know.” She whispered.

“ something killed a kid. … Do you think-”

“No.” Interrupting him. “Not everything is because of IT. It probably was an animal. We do get mountain lions and bears around here. Eddie getting that obvious worried look on his face. Pulling out the inhaler for a puff.

“You okay?” She asked. Getting a nod as he took another puff of his medicine. “Want to visit the nurse? I kinda do need ice actually.” Giving a smile to comfort him.

“Okay.” He nodded. Carefully sneaking out to check if the coast was clear. Waving Beverly to come out of hiding. For the rest of the period they sat in the nurse's office. Shooting each other concerned looks or ones of confusion. Unable to talk about the subject with the nurse sitting less than 10 feet away.

The ringing of the school having them separate. Eddie forced off to class as he was fine by what the nurse saw.

“Still need to ice your ankle?” The nurse asked Beverly. Who was laying back on the thin med beds with an ice pack wrapped around her ankle.

“Yeah, it's still really swollen.” This time not lying. Her ankle hadn't taken all that uneven walking off the crutch very well.

“Okay, but you,ll have to go to your next class in 10 minutes. If it's too bad today, then you can be excused home.” The nurse said before exiting the room back to her small desk.

Beverly sighed from her seat. Staring up at the ceiling on what to do. Did Pennywise not trust her to hold the deal? Did he toss it all aside after their conversation? Was it only a matter of time for some child to be devoured.

“No, this doesn't feel right.” Why go after one random kid instead of her, right then, in the nest? “Not even attempt to pick me off before i made it to school. He had a whole 15 minutes to think it over before i made it. Kill a kid, leave remains to be found so quickly? So much waste of energy for a tragic message? To get us pissed off and then what? It can't have enough energy for a round 2 yet.”

“ IT hibernates, but a bear needs fat to survive. IT needs energy to do the same. No way it collected enough off half an eaten child. He may as well be starting his hunting spree over like he'd just woken up. We know about him, he knows that, so he cant get very far.” Talking it over to herself.

“... I know about him.” Correcting herself. “Nobody else. That's not helping anyone. I keep this secret any longer our-”

“Times up.” The nurse pulled Beverly from her thoughts. “I'll give you a note to class. If it still bothers you, come back to call someone to pick you up.” The nurse reminded her. Taking the ice packs back to storage. Beverly taking her blue slip from the nurse to the class. Going through the usual of sitting through her classes.

Lunch time she went to switch books in her locker. Food service still canceled after Pennywise's sabotage of the cooker. When she opened the small metal door she found another rolled up brown bag. Grabbing it immediately to cautiously open similar to the last time she did. Hit with another strong smell of freshly cooked food.

Pulling out the white food tray to cautiously pop open that next. Inside was a large burger pre cut down the middle for easier eating of the massive half's. A side container sealing a hot batch of mac & cheese next to a mountain of fries.

“Looks normal.” Dissecting each little ingredient of the meal. Hesitantly taking a bite for the final testing of it. Nothing strange, tasting like a normal burger. No sudden appearance of worms or blood oozing. “Okay, no more of that.” Making herself sick off imagination. Packing everything back to share it with the guys.

Books sorted she went outside up to the tree they stayed under for shade.

“Hey guys, i got food.” Holding up the lunch.

Ben looking confused about why she was happy about it. “That from your stalker again?”

Eddie corrected the assumption. “It's from her aunt.”

“What?! So that juicy hunk of steak wasn't tainted?! We could have ate that!” Richie whined at the sky.

“Yeeeah, sorry about that rich. I didn't find out till later.” Beverly halfly apologized. “ i got a big burger if you want some of that.”

“Fuck yes!” Standing by her for the offering.

“Split it with Eddie Handing him half the huge burger. Splitting the giant pile of fries between Ben and bill. Stanley getting the mac & cheese to himself. Her eating the large remaining half of the juicy burger.

Smiling at watching Eddie pick out the tomatoes. Giving Richie the pickle slices who he watched with disgust as he straight ate the pickles plain.

“How can you stand that vinegary taste?” Biting into his burger half while Richie crunched on the pickles.

“No vinegar, tastes salty like Gretas tears.” Joking through chewing.

“You're drinking her tears now?” Beverly laughed.

“After it's filtered with gold.” Taking the official first bite of the burger. Breathing out as he chewed by the unexpected temperature. “Hot,hot, hot!” He chewed through.

“Y-y-you were suppose to blow on it dumb ass.”

“Like how i blowed your mom?!” Richie replied after the food was mostly chewed. Bill waved him off then turned his attention to Eddie

“Did Eddie tell you my idea? It d-d-doesn't matter much now if he didn't. Since the lunch turned out to b-b-be from your aunt.”

“He did. We tried to find out who got my book instead. We guessed it may have been a TA.” Her happy expression dropping. “We didn't find anything, but heard something bad from the principal's office.”

“What was it?” Stanley asked with a toss away of the empty aide container.

“A kid died.” Eddie answered for her. Everybody who was still eating paused for a second.

“How'd they die?” Bill questioned. Beverly noticing how on edge he was already.

“Animal attack.” Eddie answered.

“ has to be-” bill coming to a fast conclusion.

“It's not IT!” Beverly interrupted.

“Why not?” Bill holding back his rage to ask.

“ not every kid death is IT. Derrys never been safe for anyone even when IT hibernated. An animal can kill people once a year. We do get bears, mountain lions-”

“Moose and poisonous snakes.” Stanley added.

“Exactly.” She gestured toward Stan.

“Lets c-c-check the wall then. If there are more posters w-w-we’ll know.”

“I still have detention. If we want to check we'll have to check tomorrow morning. Else i am going to get double the detention.”

“A-a-alright. Eddie, fake an asthma attack and go to the nurse. Say y-y-you need to call your mom. Call mike and tell him we need an emergency meet up e-e-early tomorrow.”

Eddie looked at bill wide eyed. “I can't fake an asthma attack! I think the nurse will figure things out when i say “hey mike! Can we use your car tomorrow to investigate kids dying?” over the phone.”

“T-t-this is important. I know you can pull it off.” Giving faith to the nervous boy.

“Okay, but I better not get detention for this. My mom will never let me see the outside world again. It’d be permanent home school for me!”

Richie jumping in to joke. “At least you’ll have a hot teacher!”

“Shut up Richie!” About to smack the laughing fowl mouth jokester if he hadn't had moved away.

“This is serious.” Bill killed the laughter. “Keep a lookout. W-w-we don't know if ITs here or not.” They all agreed. Anxiety's high with not wanting to speak any more of IT.

The rest of their lunch turning from oddly quiet to words suddenly buzzing among students. Police rolling up in front of the school to meet outside with the principal. Catching the eye of every student to gather a crowd. Kept away by a few more officers. Rumors already being spread of what was going on.

The losers club stuck again at the back. Watching far from any possibility of them figuring out whats going on.

Richie turning to Beverly. “let me borrow your crutch. I cant beat a path to the front!” receiving a glare from her that hid an inner laugh. This was serious and not the best time for jokes.

“hey!” he caught the attention of a kid running off from the crowd. “know whats going on?”

the kid stopped with a grim paled look. “the principals kid was eaten by a mountain lion. They think he was alive during it too.” the kid spoke quickly. Sickened by repeating what he heard he turned green with a rush off to the bathrooms.

The losers turned pale. Looking between one another in shocked silence.

“same kid?” bill asked Beverly and Eddie.

Beverly speaking through a depressed breath of air. “we didn't hear it was his. It didn't sound like it.” looking to the floor, sickened. IT had to be on a killing spree.

When the bell rang everyone was escorted back to class. Moved along by officers as some students kept loitering for the gossip. The classes passed, the end of school came, the losers met back up before leaving the grounds.

“i made the call.” Eddie informed. “he'll pick each of us up around 7 tomorrow morning.”

bill nodded. “set alarms.” glancing over the others who nodded back. Speaking stay safe to each other when Beverly had to leave for detention. Walking the whole way there glaring at the floor. Pissed at IT for what it was doing. Pissed at herself for allowing this to happen on stupid hope that it would. Then there was simply being pissed at her asshole teacher she was heading to detention for. Yet when she walked in she saw the principal sitting at her desk instead.

“wheres Mrs. Bren?” asking the man doing paperwork.

“the breaks on her car failed and she had an accident. Shes fine, but wont be back for a while. For now I am taking up her work until a substitute is found.” he answered, pointing for her to go sit down. Returning back to the work as she did.

Watching him bury himself in paperwork pulled at Beverlys heart. Having to stay late babysitting with papers while grieving at work instead of home. All due to a mistake she made.

“ i-i am sorry about your son.” speaking her condolences as gently as she could. The man paused his writing, but didn't look or even speak to her. A moment of silence passing before he picked up writing again.

She turned her attention to her backpack. Pulling out school work to pass the time. Helping her mind avoid the thoughts of guilt eating at her. How many other kids would they see on the wall? Pushing the thoughts away again. Finishing some homework when the thoughts crept in again. Was IT biding its time? Waiting to have enough energy to gorge itself on children overnight? It wasn't long before she was free to leave. This time making it home at a much more reasonable hour. Greeted as usual by her aunt. Who soon noticed Beverlys low mood.

“you alright dear?”

“i am fine. Hate detention is all. Ill be relaxing in my room until dinner, okay?” covering her real reasons.

Despite feeling that wasn't the truth, her aunt didn't press further. “okay. I'll knock on your door when foods on the table.”

dinner came and passed with little conversation at the table. Through the night she didn't get a minute of sleep. All over the same subjects she worried over. Preparing for the worst at the break of morning. Preparing early before her usual time to leave. Writing a note for her aunt to know she left early. Greeting mike along with a few others packed into the small car like sardines. The air between everyone full of anxiety. The uncomfortable quiet broken by Ben.

“what are we going to do if ...” voice trailing off.

“we fight it l-l-like the last time.” bill answered.

“we couldn't even hurt it once it changed. We don't even know how it could have gotten better either.”

Richie butted in. “ah, some idiot crack head probably stumbled in and gotten eaten.”

“i d-d-don't care.” bill huffed. “this time w-w-we'll beat IT. T-t-then watch it e-e-every day if we have to. T-t-to make sure it stays dead.” his stutter worsening the angrier he got.

Richie chuckled over it all. “calm down bill before you suffer a stroke.”

“s-s-shut up Richie!” bill snapped. Starting his rhyme to break the stutter. “He t-t-thrusts his fists against the post, and still i-i-i-insists he sees the ghost.” repeating it to himself.

“guys! Now's not the time to fight!” Beverly shut them down. “time to get out anyway.” Beverly gestured toward the car window. Mike parking the car not too far from the wall bulletin board alley. Everyone piling out from the car far too small to squeeze 7 inside.

Although she was the first one out she delayed in approaching the alley. Fear having her lag behind everyone. How much irreversible damage was done from her mistake. Bill stomped up to the mouth of the alley where he stopped in his tracks. Starring frozen toward the wall out of everyone's view.

“what is it?” Ben asked with no answer received by the frozen bill. Coming up behind to also peer down into the alley. “ … oh ...” freezing also at what he saw.

The rest of them looked between each other then rushed over. Except for Beverly standing back on a sinking heart watching all the others stop at what they saw. She limped over to stop at the first glance of what she saw.

A wall of white posters.

Layered over and over to make a noticeable bulk. It may as well have been a layer of thick wall paper.

Not a spot of wall showed between the white posters. This wasn't like all the other times. When posters were layered up by three in one spot. Layered here or there with exposed parts of wall in between

All blaring large photos with the massive word MISSING in black.

Some already falling off in chunks under the weight of their stapled stacks. The fallen ones replaced right after by a man stapling on even more. A pile sat near by on a cardboard box for easy reaching.

#It (2017)#pennywise #beverly marsh #bill denbrough #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #ben hascom #mike hanlon #stanly uris #covenant ch 7

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grandmasterofwangxiancultivation · 5 years

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SV ch.58

it’s here, guys, the chapter is out, go go go go.

opening scene: a rhinoceros spitting out a snake. uhm.

EDIT:

Upon seeing Luo Binghe, Shen Qingqiu had subconsciously moved closer to Zhuzhi-Lang’s back. It wasn’t that he was still fleeing Luo Binghe at every opportunity, but that he had a guilty conscience and no face to see him. He didn’t dare think what sort of mood Luo Binghe would be in after seeing him breathe his last breath before his eyes for the second time.

the thought keeps breaking my heart, sqq now you know lbh is far less diabolic than you thought, your disciple is still in there, PLEASE TALK TO HIM. CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW MUCH HE IS SUFFERING RIGHT NOW?

EDIT 2:

Tianlang-Jun raised an eyebrow, this expression also bearing a remarkable resemblance to Luo Binghe. “And he wouldn’t hesitate to capture two hundred Black Moon Rhinoceros Pythons to break the wards around the Holy Mausoleum. Peak Lord Shen, this son of mine really does hold some extraordinary feelings towards you.”

Shen Qingqiu had no retort to that. This was the demonic beast which, in the original work, could render even the Endless Abyss with its call. And for breaking into the Holy Mausoleum, Luo Binghe had captured two hundred of them for a single-time use.

i’ll probably sound crazy, but this is kinda romantic? the mausoleum is obviously an important place for the demon race, even lbh was working to proceed in the right order, waiting to be ready to go in there with his demonic buddies and all, so for him to just barge in to retrieve shizun’s body, not caring about conseguences or anything, hunting such powerful demonic beasts... *swoons*

EDIT 3:

He fixed an unwavering glare on Shen Qingqiu, sparks bursting in his eyes, looking like he was both boiling with anger and about to cry.

he is so intense and so precious at the same time, like, i wanna hug him and run away at the same time! sqq all tense and worried for him while lbh fights with father-in-law, i am scared his dad is gonna do something bad and everything will crumble down again and that’s not what they deserve!!

also, lbh throwing xiu ya at sqq and looking away only after making sure that shizun had a means to protect himself -my body is pounding at the same rhythm as my heart, this is love

EDIT 4:

Wasn’t! The! Protagonist’s! Halo! An! Unbreakable! Golden! Body! Laid! Down! In! Law!?

OKAY I AM FREAKING OUT??? IS IT POSSIBLE THAT THE LAWS OF THE STORY DO NOT APPLY TO FATHER-IN-LAW??? it wouldn’t be strange, i think, since he is part of the novel, but not really of the author’s “official” universe, being cut out and all. THIS IS SO INTRIGUING AND SCARY!!!!!!

EDIT 5: i am such a tense mess right now

EDIT 6: they are still fighting, why is father-in-law in rasputin version so strong, can’t he just break into pieces and go to hell

EDIT 7:

Shen Qingqiu said, half-sincerely, “My heart is not weak at all, but I’m broken-hearted that you’re doing this to my disciple. You release my disciple, I’ll release your nephew. How about that?”

SHIZUN IS THE ABSOLUTE BEST SHIZUN ALIVE. LOOK JUST HOW FREAKING COOL HE IS, TRYING TO BARGAIN WITH FATHER-IN-LAW WITH SUCH A CALM AND COLLECTED ATTITUDE, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

he said my disciple, guys i am freaking out. m Y d I s C i P l E.

EDIT 8: FUCK YOU ZHZUHZUHZUZZ

EDIT 9: HOW DARE YOU TOUCH LBH YOU LOW FILTY DEMON SHIT I AM GONNA CRASH YOU

EDIT 10:

While speaking, his five fingers subtly curled. Luo Binghe gave a stifled groan, fresh blood flowing from the corners of his eyes, but he still turned his gaze towards Shen Qingqiu with great difficulty. Clenching his teeth against the blood foaming from his mouth, he gritted out, “…Go… anywhere is fine… just don’t stay here!”

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG THIS

I AM SCREAMING I CAN’T OMG MY BEAUTIFUL LBH

EDIT 11: AS I SAID

SHIZUN IS SO SO SO SO SO SO ABSOLUTELY AMAZINGLY COOL I CAN BARELY STAND

EDIT 12:

Zhuzhi-Lang said, “It’s not that you grabbed the wrong person, Master Shen, it’s that I swapped the hand you grabbed.”

This was the last straw for Shen Qingqiu, and he smashed a fist into the stone door. “I wanted to be together with Luo Binghe in the first place!”

Zhuzhi-Lang started, then said, “Master Shen, weren’t you and he… already together long before?”

“…” With these people, it’s really hard to say!

AS I SAID

FUCK YOU ZHUZHUZHZUHZUZH

i feel like they are trying to fool me and i keep screaming “yesss! NO! OMG YES! WTF NO” can you all freaking stop!??!?!?! now lbh is with his father and i am dying inside

also, i wanted to be together with Luo Binghe in the first place, shizun are you trying to make up for all the missed moments you could have said something cute and romantic about lbh?? are you trying to kill me with this angst and you being honest while lbh is not there??? ARE YOU?

EDIT 13:

A pillar of magma thick enough to enclose four men shot towards the sky, instantly engulfing Tianlang-Jun in a raging blaze.

(i don’t even dare hope-)

But soon, he couldn’t laugh anymore. Luo Binghe staggered along close behind him, also rushing into the hall. One of his arms hung slack at his side like it had been completely broken, blood poured from his head without end, and one of his eyes wouldn’t open anymore.

(OMG BABE NO-)

EDIT 14:

Before, every time Luo Binghe caught Shen Qingqiu, he would fix a fierce and rigid glare on him, but this time he didn’t even look. Seeing Shen Qingqiu’s gaze, he even avoided his eyes, subconsciously using his unbroken left hand to wipe away the bloodstains by his eyes.

PLS just let them escape in peace so that lbh can heal himself or shizun can help him, i’m suffering!

i think lbh can’t look at him because if he does, too many feelings will bubble up and he’ll crumble in front of him -and right now, more than ever, he needs to stay focused. ah, angst, i’m in so much pain-

EDIT 15:

He was just planning to open his mouth and ask about the situation when Luo Binghe rushed to get in his words first. “This body, are the spiritual veins working well?”

LBH CAN BARELY STAY UPRIGHT AND THE FIRST THING HE SAYS IS IF SHIZUN’S BODY FEELS ALRIGHT.

like, no, okay, it’s not like i’m dreaming of unicorns and flowers and hearts and pink stuff dancing all around them, i’m totally fine, pls, DON’T MIND ME DYING BECASUE THEY ARE TOO BEAUTIFUL

EDIT 16:

For Luo Binghe to have sustained it for several days, he didn’t know how much spiritual energy he had wasted on this meaningless endeavor, and he still dared to storm the Holy Mausoleum alone right afterward. Shen Qingqiu’s chest felt a bit stuffy, and he scrambled to find a topic of conversation with his thoughts in a scattered mess.

shizun is so touched, you thought well to this disciple of yours, can you see how much he loves you?! this chapter, though bittersweet and full of angst, was so powerfull and intense and important for their relationship, i’m so happy sdoihfoiwjfioej just GET THEM OUT OF THERE PLS

Just now, Tianlang-Jun seemed to have said that Luo Binghe “brought along these two strays.” Shen Qingqiu asked, “Who else did you bring?”

Luo Binghe finally gave him a glance and said, “I came alone.”

why do i think there is more to this than he is letting him know? *sighs*

#sv novel #sv fangirling mode #sv #svsss #the scum villain’s self-saving system #scum villain #scum villain’s self saving system #sv ch.58

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bloody-bara · 6 years

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(AN: SURPRISE!! Didn’t think I’d have another chapter for a few months huh? Never doubt the power of procrastinating on everything else in your life to pursue the inspiration to write kids! Warnings for this chapter include violence, blood drinking, and heartbreak.)

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch.4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7

Word Count: 2457

Chapter 8 – A Choice

I studied over Yui’s notes for the rest of the night and well into the morning too. I wouldn’t say I’m normally the most studious person ever, but I didn’t want Yui’s kindness to go to waste. Especially with the risks she had to take just to talk to me. I hoped she would be okay… By the time I fell asleep I had finally grasped the basics of the Kamakura period and the quadratic formula.

Blood… There was blood everywhere. A full moon hung high in the sky, but it was as red as the blood that covered my hands and face. As red as my hair. I couldn’t move, fear and shock overtook my entire body. I looked out upon the bodies scattering the floor. Student uniforms. The cloaks of healers. Random street clothes. All dead. All because of me.

But one stood out to me. Blonde hair. Flower clips. Large pink eyes staring but not looking. Once realization hit me I scrambled back.

No no no no no no no no…

Not again…

A voice filled my head. “Look at the potential you hold. The power. You can finally have the control you seek.”

“I don’t want this!” I screamed. I covered my ears but the voice persisted.

“Of course you do. Listen to the moon, child. It calls you. Drives you.”

“I’ve learned to fight it! I’m not going to succumb to the thirst again!”

“Not the thirst, child. But the sadistic monster inside you.”

I awoke in a cold sweat, scanning my surroundings in primal fear. Boring gray walls. The nurse’s office?! No, the compound. I breathed a sigh of relief. I cautiously opened the curtains of my window. Dusk. I needed to get ready for school.

The preparation for today was somber, not as frantic as it was the day before. I mulled over the dream I had, which had felt more like a prediction. Or maybe it was just my fears manifesting in the only way they knew how. But that voice… It hadn’t been my own, yet it sounded so familiar. And it sent shivers up my spine.

A knock on my door had me scrambling to put the last of my uniform on. “Come in!” I called.

Rose peeked her head inside just as I was tying the last bow around my neck. “Are you ready to go? I packed you a lunch again.”

“Just about. And thank you, Rose. I’ll get around to making it myself soon, I promise.”

She smiled at me, then made a face at my handiwork. “Your bows are crooked.”

I looked down and sighed, attempting to straighten them. Rose instead took it upon herself to fix them for me. An embarrassed blush spread across my face. “I’d like to think I’m not as hopeless as I probably look right now.”

“I know you aren’t. You’re just… stressed. And understandably so. I know I wouldn’t want to go back into a nest of vampires.”

I grimaced. “I wasn’t given a choice.”

She frowned but straightened up again, having made perfect bows for me.

The ride to school was quiet again. I could tell Rose was deep in thought, but I didn’t want to pry. And I also had my own things to think about. What was I going to do during a full moon? Would I still go to school? The teachers and students would immediately know something was up with my red eyes and hair. How did the other vampires do it? Well, actually that one was easy. Apparently they fed like normal, even though they weren’t supposed to. But what if I hurt someone?

We arrived at the academy and I turned to open the door, but felt a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t. Don’t go, just yet.” My hand fell from the handle as I turned back to look at Rose. She looked like she was steeling herself for something big.

“You said before that you weren’t given a choice. Well I’m giving you one now.”

“What… are you saying?” I asked, not entirely sure where this was going.

Rose took a deep breath. “What I’m saying, is that we can run away! Defy your father’s wishes and just leave… forever…” She trailed off, possibly imagining what this possible future would entail. “It wouldn’t be easy, and we would be hunted for the rest of our lives, but we’d have each other.” She held both of my hands in hers. Tears were now brimming in her chocolate brown eyes. “I want the best for you, Megumi, and I don’t think you’ll find it in that academy. Your father certainly doesn’t know what’s best for you, and that stranger definitely doesn’t.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Run away? But nothing has been planned! How would we even—”

“I’ve already packed two bags, they’re in the trunk. As well as enough food and cash to last us a little while. But if you decide not to, I’ll just put them away and pretend like this conversation never happened. But I really think we could do it! We could really pull this off!”

My mind began to imagine it. Moving from town to town, possibly living off the land until it was time to move again. Never having a lot, but just being happy with each other. I looked down at her hands still tightly grasping mine and back up at her watering eyes. I felt myself tear up as well. It was a lot to think about, but the idea of it still sounded better than getting out of the car again. My father and that stranger would probably be furious, but in that moment I didn’t care. Rose was right. They didn’t know what was best for me.

But I did.

I opened my mouth to reply with my choice. But before I could, a long limo pulled up in front of us. Six boys piled out, followed by a blonde-haired girl with flower clips. I saw her fidget nervously with her bag for a moment before catching up the with the rest of them. She seemed uneasy. What had happened?

But then I realized this choice wasn’t so easy to make. My heart was torn. I loved Rose, and I so wanted to take the “easy” way out. But there was also Yui, a human girl living with six vampires. If she could do it, who was to say I couldn’t? And maybe, I could help her. Just like she helped me. We could have each other’s backs and survive our fates together. I had just met her yesterday, and yet I felt a responsibility to help her. Because she deserved that much at least.

Decision made, I turned back to Rose. The tears were falling from my eyes now. It was the hardest choice I’d ever had to make in my life.

“I can’t.” I said with a sad smile. “Just like you helped me, it’s my turn to help her.” I nodded towards Yui. “I want to be with you, but I need to stay here and do what’s right. I don’t want to run away when there’s someone here I could potentially help.”

I met her eyes again. Tears streaked her face as well, but she nodded as if she knew how I would answer. “Forgive me. I wanted to help you, but you’re right.” She smiled. “I think I may have taught you too well to protect the innocent.” She took my face in her hands, and once again placed a kiss on my forehead. She looked deep into my eyes for a moment. “You got this, Megumi.”

Rose made sure to wipe the tears from my eyes. I hugged her, trying to convey in that embrace how much I just wanted to leave all this behind and start a new life with her. Even though she was the one wanting to protect me, I desperately wanted to do the same for her. She seemed to understand, holding me back just as tightly before sending me on my way. My heart was still broken, but I needed to pull myself together and get on with the day.

Classes went on as normal, and thankfully I didn’t run into Laito again in the halls. However, Ayato kept glancing at me more during English than he did yesterday. Was it because he had seen me with Yui yesterday? Or was it for another reason? When the bell rang I tried to leave as soon as possible so I could actually make it to my next class today. But Ayato had other plans, blocking my way to the door so I couldn’t leave.

“The hentai says you aren’t human.”

“If this is your way of calling me a freak, you’ll have to get more creative,” I said, avoiding eye contact and trying to push past him.

Well that certainly pissed him off. He grabbed my shoulder and pinned it to the wall. “Don’t ignore Ore-sama!” His eyes flashed in anger. “Now what are you?”

“I’m human! What else would I be? An alien?”

Without any warning, he leaned into my neck. I prepared myself for the pain of a bite, but it never came. Instead I felt him sniff near my pulse. He pulled away, looking unhappy with his findings.

“You do smell human. Almost.” He let go of my shoulder and smirked at me. “Maybe one day I’ll get a taste, and finally see what you really are.”

I stared wide eyed at him for a second before running out the door to my next class. But I could still hear his chuckle echoing behind me.

It turns out the class I had missed before was cooking class, which I was grateful for. It was nice to finally feel in my element with a class instead of hopelessly behind. We ended up making pork cutlets with rice. I ate what I could in case there was another incident during lunch.

The rest of the day went by relatively smooth. I could actually kinda keep up in math even! After history I made sure to thank Yui for the notes.

“O-Of course!” She seemed surprised I was still talking to her. Did the boys keep other people from talking to her? “Did they help you out today?”

“Definitely! I actually understood what was going on,” I laughed. “And you take really good notes! Like they’re really in depth and helped me understand things really well.”

“Oh! Well, thank you.” She smiled, and I returned it. I never thought I would prefer talking about notes and homework over everything else going on. It was… normal. This is just what normal human kids did, worrying about the next exam instead of whether or not they’ll kill someone on the next full moon.

I made sure to keep the conversation short with Yui. I didn’t want her getting in trouble again, especially because of me. I noticed Ayato had stopped by the classroom to pick her up, making sure to glare at me in the process. I just stared back. I didn’t feel like getting into another fight with a vampire today.

But someone wanted to go against my wishes.

As I was making my way down the stairwell, my arm was tugged, throwing me into a dark corner at the bottom of the stairs. I tried to scream but a hand quickly covered my mouth, which I promptly bit. I heard a hiss behind me and I was thrown into the wall, a hand firmly on my neck. My head felt dizzy and my vision was blurry, but I could still make out a flash of green eyes. A chill ran up my spine, my hair turning white before I could stop it.

“Nfu~ So my eyes didn’t deceive me. What does it mean, bitch-chan? Do you take pleasure in this?”

“Far… from it!” I choked out. I tried kicking him while he held onto me, but he easily avoided it. “Let me… go!”

“Oh? But I can’t do that until I’ve had another taste. I want to see if it’s still the same as I remember.”

My eyes widened and I squirmed more, which only prompted him to tighten his grip.

He sighed. “Your face and neck are turning so red, bitch-chan! If I were to bite you right now, it would probably make a mess, nfu~” He leaned in, smelling near my face. I flinched and turned away. Laito let out a soft moan. “You smell… different…”

I hoped that meant he wasn’t interested and would let me go. But the tugging at my clothes suggested otherwise. I struggled more, attempting to shove him away, but it was no use. I was little more than a human right now. It was like trying to fight a brick wall. Buttons popped and my ribbons fell away. I felt cool air on my chest, meaning I was at least partially exposed.

“Hmm… Not even lace. How boring.”

I flushed in anger and embarrassment, but that feeling was quickly replaced by a searing pain near my collar bone. I choked on my breath, not even able to scream. Laito’s moans and slurps could be heard echoing in the stairwell. I clawed at his hand on my throat, trying to breathe, but it only tightened again.

By the time spots were clouding my vision, he finally pulled away. He was gasping, even though he wasn’t the one that had their neck pinned to the wall.

“It is different. More human, but also… not.” I could barely make out my blood dripping down his chin. Sucking in one small bit of air, I made one final attempt at demanding he let me go. He only smirked at me. “Just a little longer.”

I didn’t understand what he meant until my vision went black.

Someone was shaking me.

“Megumi? Megumi! Please wake up!”

My eyes struggled open. I saw a blurry figure huddled over me.

“Rose?” I croaked.

“Oh, thank goodness!” It sounded like she really thought I was a goner. “When you didn’t come out to the car I figured something must have happened.”

For some reason I couldn’t focus on what she was saying. “Are you… wearing clothes?” She was had on a simple gray dress and her hair was in a neat bun on top of her head.

“Huh? Oh! You mean without the robe. Well, yes. I figured I shouldn’t come in wearing a mysterious cloak. But that doesn’t matter right now. What happened?”

It took me a moment to remember, and when I did, all I could mutter was, “Damn vampires.”

#my writing #ocs #megumi hoshino #megumi's journey #2 chapters in 2 days???#it must be the end of the world #like for real

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dollofdeath · 7 years

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Déjà Vu [9/9]

Series: Joker Game

Characters: Kaminaga/Miyoshi

Rating: G

Summary: Four missed encounters between Kaminaga and Miyoshi and the one time they finally meet (again).

Words: 3633

Notes: Modern AU/Reincarnation AU; *slAM DUNKS MY KEYBOARD* We’ve finally reached the end?? Gosh, wow ;u; Honestly there’s so much I wanna say but I’m not really sure what except thank you guys so much for reading so far!! You can read the end notes on AO3 if you want all of my sappy crying haha but do check it out also re: the HataJitsu spinoff and also some other ideas I kinda have in mind ^^

Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | You can read this on AO3! Thank you guys so so so much for reading, I hope you enjoy~!

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Ch. 9 - Miyoshi & Kaminaga: Finally Together

Out of all the things D-Agency prepared Miyoshi for, getting impaled by a steel beam wasn't one of them.

Certainly he'd experienced worse pains, like the soreness after swimming in the ocean with his clothes on in the dead winter's night or purposely breaking his arm for the sake of a lesson. If not for all the blood staining his white dress shirt red or how breathing became more laborious with each passing second, he could've dismissed the pressure on his chest as slight discomfort, barely even a two on a pain scale of ten. But as his extremities grew colder and his limbs became numb, his eyelids heavier and his hearing more strained, Miyoshi would've rather wanted excruciating pain than this nothingness he was slipping into.

It would have been so easy to let death come and take him right now, but he still had something left to do. His mission didn't end until Yuuki got hold of the microfilm and Miyoshi wasn't one to leave things unfinished. Smirking, he soaked his fingers in his blood, much like a child would with paint for a finger painting, and marked where the microfilm was in his collar. Satisfied with that, his arm dropped down with a lifeless thud ; it wasn't like he'd be needing it anymore anyways.

Thus, Miyoshi’s last role to play was that of a corpse -- ever still and ever calm, as if death had taken him by surprise like many of the others littered in the rubble. He leaned his head back against the wreckage, staring up at the broken ceiling of his train car. Only the holes from the crash allowed him to see the gray sky beyond the ruins that entrapped him, though even that was meaningless with everything fading away into blackness. He supposed what they said was true, that hearing was the last sense to go as one died, for the roaring, autumn winds were the only things he could make out -- his only company as he died.

There were no similarities to be had, but it was almost as if he could hear the others from D-Agency as the winds rushed passed his ears. Sentimentality was for fools, but maybe just this once he wanted to be one. In his last moments, he could picture the Cultural Society at its liveliest, where all ten of them had been together; eight like-minded men -- not necessarily friends -- brought together by an enigmatic spymaster alongside the lieutenant ordered to watch over them. Dare he say it, but it was the closest thing to a home he'd ever had. Companionship, understanding, and trust were all things that he'd only found in one person before he'd volunteered for D-Agency but now even that was long gone. Even if he'd survived his mission and went back, those days had ended years ago; all he had left now was that black, empty solitude Yuuki had warned them about and how naive it was of him to make light of it back then.

Still now, as the faces of the others faded away, one remained bright and strong -- a light as his world grew darker and darker. If Kaminaga wasn't allowed to be his first thought when confronted with disaster, then surely he could be his last. It would be a lie if Miyoshi said he'd die with no regrets for there was one last thing he wished to do, and that was to see Kaminaga one last time. If he'd known that the day Kaminaga set off for London was truly their last moment together, he would've liked to have given him a proper goodbye: "Thank you," "I love you," and "Don't catch up" because Kaminaga deserved to live a long life even if it was without him. Instead he'd told him "Don't keep me waiting," but now he supposed that he was the one keeping him waiting. Miyoshi did not believe in any higher beings, no afterlife nor samsara, but it was truly a pretty thought to think that one day they could be reunited and he could finally tell him all the things he couldn't say before.

With that one last thought in mind -- of a world where he could always see Kaminaga's grin, hear the sound of his laughter, and feel the warmth of his touch -- Miyoshi breathed his last and drifted off into an eternal rest.

Miyoshi hated dreaming of his death because not only did it leave him sleepless with the phantom pains of the steel beam piercing his chest, but they seemed to forebode bad days. He'd dreamed of the numbness that took over his body the day his cat went missing, never to be found again; he'd dreamed of the dull throbbing in his chest the day his mother had succumbed to her illness; and he'd dreamed of the heartache of his one last wish the day he broke up with Sakuma. Now he was not a superstitious person, but when he woke up Monday morning with the train crash fresh on his mind, Miyoshi braced himself for the worst.

With Jitsui already out the house, there was little to take his mind off the sinking feeling that spread throughout his stomach, but Miyoshi paid it no mind. He went about his morning routine as he usually did, applying a little more makeup than usual to cover up his eye bags, and left the house as normal. The one thing keeping him sane now was the text he received a few days ago, one that he read more times than he'd like to admit -- "i'll see u soon." And even now, he could imagine Kaminaga saying it, along with a wink and a grin. Kaminaga always kept to his word and he trusted him, and so Miyoshi kept his head high as he made his way to the train station.

Even as he walked onto the platform and saw no sign of Kaminaga yet, his steps did not falter. He'd arrived a bit early anyways and he just needed to give him some time.

Even as he walked the perimeter to make absolutely sure that he wasn't there (and he wasn't), he kept his stride. Minutes passed and the train would be here soon, but surely Kaminaga would be there.

And Miyoshi would've liked to say that he remained calm even as he saw the train approaching in the distance, but the reality was that his worry grew with each second that Kaminaga wasn't there.

But still, Miyoshi believed in Kaminaga and so he waited until the last possible minute for him. The crowd had already dispersed as the people had clamored to board the train, leaving him the only one in the area. The doors were set to close any moment now, but he hovered in the in-between of the train and the platform, surveying the area once more only to be met with nothing.

His lips curled down as he thought about Kaminaga's whereabouts, wondering if he was all right or if anything had happened to him. Perhaps he'd gotten sick and couldn't make it. Or maybe something worse had happened. Miyoshi shook that particular thought away; he couldn't afford to think like that. He reached for his phone in his pocket, the idea of texting Amari about Kaminaga looking tempting, but it was rather late for that now. He couldn't waste any more time and so he stepped onto the train completely, but not before taking one last look at the train platform. Again, he was met with nothing and he sighed as he found a seat for himself.

Though he'd expected to catch sight of him a fifth time, Miyoshi did not see Kaminaga.

Kaminaga waited one year for Miyoshi's return.

During that year, he would practice what he'd tell Miyoshi upon his arrival whenever he had the chance, wanting to weave a story for him -- one that would enrapture him, pull him in, and of course prove to him that he was the better spy as he detailed his capture, interrogation, and escape in London. He'd rehearse the exact tone of his voice, right down to the pitch, and even the gestures to accompany his words. The whole endeavor reminded him of when they were children, when he'd act things out that Miyoshi wasn't allowed to experience himself. But it seemed that all his efforts were for naught when he got news of Miyoshi's death instead of the man himself.

A train crash, Yuuki had told him in that cold voice of his, before giving him his own assignment. He was told little else about Miyoshi, only that he'd completed his mission. Just this once, Kaminaga had to hand it to him -- there was no way he could top that. Normally he'd accept his loss with the prospect of having the opportunity to beat Miyoshi another day, but there would be no next time and that made Kaminaga all the more bitter.

He wondered, as the freezing autumn air hit him once he stepped onto the rooftop, if Miyoshi felt as numb as he did now as he died, if he had any regrets, if he had any last wishes. A man such as he didn't deserve to have his life cut short like that, but he supposed it was a fitting end for someone as grandiose as Miyoshi had been ("Had been.” Kaminaga would never get used to that). He could only imagine Miyoshi laying alone in the wreckage -- bruised, battered, and bloody but somehow Kaminaga knew that he was the most beautiful being even as a corpse. Oh, the things he would give for Miyoshi to be here now. He would trade even his own life for his; the world would be uglier without Miyoshi to grace its presence.

To think, he was supposed to carry on as if Miyoshi had never existed. Kaminaga was starting to question his decision of becoming a spy for once. As he looked up now, the night sky was as black as the void in his heart with not even the stars present to illuminate it. There were no sounds to be heard, save for the phantoms of Miyoshi's voice in his head. Not even a cigarette could warm the bitter numbness he felt now. He wanted nothing more than to be with his beloved, to turn back time and protect him from whatever dangers would befall him. However, he couldn't wallow in his sorrows nor dwell on what could've been forever; if Miyoshi could see him now, he'd call him pathetic and Kaminaga couldn't have that, now could he?

And so, Kaminaga decided, if he wasn't allowed to remember Miyoshi freely, he would honor him by continuing their line of duty. While there was no meaning in trying to be the best anymore, he would do more than what was expected of him and if one day he should meet Miyoshi again -- be it in the afterlife or in another life, as foolish as it sounded -- he would tell him all about it.

Despite his new resolve, Kaminaga felt no lighter as he went back inside the building. What was waiting for him was not the one whom he longed to see but four other men who also weren't allowed to grieve for the one they'd just lost. Kaminaga couldn't fathom forcing a smile onto his face in this empty world without Miyoshi.

Kaminaga didn't mean to oversleep, but it was as if his dream -- his nightmare -- had entrapped him in a paralysis. That always seemed to be the case when he remembered the worst day of his life, a state where he was entrapped by the sorrows that weighed him down and shaken up by the things he'd never got to say. It was only when Tazaki shook him awake that he was finally able to regain his bearings and, as lethargic and hollow as he felt, he wasted no time jumping out of bed. Today was Monday, and he wouldn't keep Miyoshi waiting any longer.

In his rush, he ran into several people and nearly got hit by a car (it was his light anyways so that guy could go screw himself), but somehow he made it to the train station -- barely alive, but still kicking. As he checked the time, he continued his mad dash up the stairs and saw that the platform was empty with the train just about ready to leave. The doors were still open, but Kaminaga couldn't afford to wait around. He wasn't sure which car Miyoshi was in -- or if he was in any of them at all -- but he followed his instincts and sped off in the direction of the one closest to him, catching the doors with his bare hands before they shut completely and prying them back open.

He received glares from the other passengers, to which he bowed his head apologetically as he walked on. Behind him, the doors closed again and he took a moment to catch his breath as he surveyed the car. It wasn't too crowded, which was good, but his disappointment grew with each unfamiliar face he passed over. For a moment, he began to think that he'd probably missed Miyoshi once more, but then he looked over to the other end of the car and his breathing hitched.

For the fifth time, Kaminaga saw Miyoshi -- and this time nothing would stop him.

In the corner was Miyoshi, sitting with his head resting against the wall and his eyes closed like Sleeping Beauty awaiting her prince's kiss. As tempting as that was, however, Kaminaga wanted to greet him properly. Staring at him from where he was, Kaminaga tried to figure out what he would say to him and when it hit him, he put on his most charming smile and began walking over. Each step seemed to drag on and on and his palms became clammy; once he'd thought this feeling was nervousness, but he'd decided now that this feeling was anticipation and it only grew as he neared Miyoshi. The closer and closer he got, the better he could see the highlights in his hair, the way his golden eye shadow shimmered in the sunlight, and his red, red lips slightly parted. How he wanted to reach out and touch him, to push back his hair and get a better look at him, but he couldn't -- not just yet.

Holding onto the hand railing, Kaminaga swallowed hard as he settled in front of Miyoshi. He'd yet to open his eyes, which he figured was better for him because that way he could surprise him, the corners of his lips turning up at the thought of it. Kaminaga took a breath, opened his mouth and --

-- whatever he was going to say was cut off as the train lurched forward.

He lost his grip on the railing and his hands flew forward to break his fall, one hand slamming the wall above Miyoshi's head and the other clutching Miyoshi's shoulder; his knee landed on Miyoshi's lap, the other leg outstretched to prevent himself from falling any further. It was a little closer than Kaminaga had intended for their second first meeting, but he wasn't complaining. At this proximity, he could see the specks of red in Miyoshi's fox-like eyes as they snapped open, see the way his shoulders hunched up ever so slightly as he inhaled sharply, and the way his brows raised as he looked up at him -- the rare sight of Miyoshi caught off guard. Kaminaga wished he had his camera on him to take a picture of such a cute visage.

Miyoshi's eyes traveled up and down his body and Kaminaga stood still underneath his gaze, taking Miyoshi in as well with bated breath. As Miyoshi’s eyes returned to his face and locked onto his own pair, he reached out to touch him as if to make sure that was actually there.

"Hey," Kaminaga finally said, his voice soft.

A moment passed where Miyoshi traced the contours of his face -- over his cheek bones, lips, and nose -- with his thumb, the sensation igniting a fire within Kaminaga that he hadn't felt in years. Then Miyoshi narrowed his eyes at him, the corners crinkling, and pinched his cheek.

"Ow, what --"

"You're late," Miyoshi said, a slight shakiness in his voice but the haughtiness he was familiar with still there.

Kaminaga blinked as he let his words sink in and then chuckled, the pain from the pinch nothing compared to the happiness bubbling up inside him.

"And you're stunning."

Miyoshi rolled his eyes, but his lips quirked up nonetheless.

"Do you intend on standing like that the whole time?" Miyoshi asked, swatting the arm above him, pulling off the one on his shoulder, and taking both of his hands in his. Miyoshi's hands were just as warm as he remembered. "People are staring."

"I thought you liked it when everyone was looking at you," Kaminaga said, but he complied and took the seat next to him, their bodies angled towards each other and their knees touching.

"Yes, at me . Not the idiot hovering over me."

"Wow." Kaminaga gave an exaggerated pout. "I'm really feeling the love."

"Is that so?" Miyoshi cocked his head to the side. "That's rather disappointing, considering I haven't even shown you my love yet."

"Hm?"

Letting go of his hands, Miyoshi cupped Kaminaga's face and pulled him closer. From this angle, Kaminaga could make out each eyelash of Miyoshi's as his eyelids lowered, a bit longer than he remembered, and the dip of the bridge of Miyoshi's nose -- both of them details Kaminaga reacquainted himself with. Miyoshi paused briefly, his hot breath tickling his skin, before kissing him. Kaminaga had almost forgotten how soft Miyoshi's lips were, and his eyes fluttered closed as he lost himself in the feeling -- the feeling of sweetness, like an overdue greeting after a long goodbye. It ended far too quickly for Kaminaga's liking, though the dazed look on Miyoshi's face as he pulled away made up for it.

"...You're right, you haven't." Kaminaga said, leaning in closer. "Maybe you could try one more time?"

Miyoshi let out an exasperated sigh, but his thumbs caressed his face gently as if he were to be handled with the utmost care.

"Then listen to me and listen to me closely, okay?"

"I'm listening."

"Then, Kaminaga?" Miyoshi said, and shivers ran down Kaminaga’s spine at the sound of his name. He hadn't realized how much he missed hearing it said in Miyoshi's sweet, sensual voice.

"Yeah?"

Taking a breath, Miyoshi licked his lips before speaking again.

"I love you."

They were three simple syllables, three simple words composed of eight letters, but hearing them was the best thing Kaminaga had ever heard in any lifetime. He'd longed to hear those words ever since he could remember -- the verbal affirmation that Miyoshi cared for him, wanted him, loved him, and Kaminaga couldn't help but grin so wide that his cheeks hurt. Kaminaga placed his hands atop Miyoshi's, his fingers curling around them and reveling in that rough smooth feeling he adored.

"That's funny because, Miyoshi?"

"Yes?"

Leaning in even closer so that their faces were practically only millimeters apart, Kaminaga tilted his head and their noses brushed against each others, the warmth of Miyoshi's breath breezing against his skin, and Miyoshi watched him closely with half-lidded eyes.

"I love you, too."

Closing the distance between them, Kaminaga pressed a kiss against Miyoshi's lips and he could feel Miyoshi smile into it. Kaminaga's hand snaked around Miyoshi's waist, their legs tangling together as he held him closer. Likewise, Miyoshi's hands dropped from his face and his arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in as he deepened the kiss -- the feeling of passion, like the demand of "don't ever leave me again" after decades spent separated from each other. Breaking apart, he rested his forehead against Miyoshi's and they gazed at each other as they caught hold of their breaths.

"If you love me," Miyoshi said after a moment, a teasing lilt in his tone. "Do you remember what you promised me?"

Of course Kaminaga did. But he wanted to have a little fun, too.

"Sounds familiar..." Kaminaga's nose scrunched up. "Jog my memory a little bit?"

Miyoshi pulled back and crossed his arms, an amused look on his face. Just as always, he could see right through his act.

"Does 'London' ring any bells?"

"Kind of." He hummed, as if pretending to think about it. "My memory's a little rusty, I'm afraid."

"That's a shame." Miyoshi turned away, puffing his chest out and holding his chin high. "I suppose I'm the better spy by default then."

Kaminaga's jaw dropped as Miyoshi's side-eyed him, that smirk of his that Kaminaga had missed so much growing on his face. Well, if he wanted to play that way, he was more than happy to oblige him.

"Actually," Kaminaga said, wrapping his arm around Miyoshi's neck. "I think it's coming back to me now."

"Oh?" Miyoshi rested his head on his shoulder and scooted closer towards him, their hands finding each other. He looked up at him with earnest, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest. "Do tell."

There was a time long ago when Kaminaga had rehearsed everything he'd tell Miyoshi about his mission in London, practicing every word and every gesture so Miyoshi could experience what he had. In this moment, however, Kaminaga found that he couldn’t recall a single thing that he’d practiced. But it was no matter, because now they had all the time in the world to catch up with each other. Not one to leave Miyoshi waiting, Kaminaga grinned and started with the first thing that came to mind.

#joker game #kai tries to write #i know the ch preview is suffering but #this was honestly so sappy #i couldn't physically handle it haha #hybrid verse

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Insert 4 "So tell me, how have you been?" asked this guy who was now seated with me on my table. And just then something hit me, i know this guy (excited) This is the guy from House 22, the guy who was supposed to be my skhafthini (lunchbox) the night i broke up with Thabo. This is the meal that was taken out of my mouth by the very same Kabo i married. The very same Kabo who today is depriving me of my rightful fruits of marriage. I cant believe he looks this good, he is yummier than i had imagine. As drunk as i was that night, my eyes could pierce through his pants and could see the unseeable. I thought i was never gonna have those unseeables again. But then here they are sitting witv me tonight. So this means, my prayers for tonight are in good terms. "Ive been good, thanks for asking, yourself?" "Ah you know man, God has been great." "Can i join you?" He continued "Sure, no problem." "I hope tonight you are really alone, i really dont wanna cause any problems for you again." "No, you can relax, im here alone." I replied "So tell me, what really happened to you that night? Who was that guy? Your hosband? ( hosband as pronounced by him, its not a spelling mistake, you know them race and their accent mos. So when ever he appears in my episodes and you see some kinda spelling mistake, just note that its probably him talking lol😂) "He was not my husband, he just took me home." "Ok, i was really worried about you." "How long has it been thou, 5 years? 6 years?" He continued asking. "Ya most probably, 5 to 6 years or more." "But you havent changed a bit, that is why i noticed you so easily." Like duh! Who is he trying to fool? I havent changed a bit in 8 years? Men will say anything just to get under your pants. "Thanks." I said as a gave him a grin. "My name is Wilson, by the way." "Nice to know you Wilson, im Tumi." So Wilson sat with me through the evening. We ordered some food and drinks, then some more food and even more drinks. We clicked i must add. He had a great sense of humor and he seemed to managed to cheer my sour heart. I even forgot where i came from, who i left behind and what i had to go back home to. He just made me melt. For the first time in years i laughed this loud. I was just in another world. I realised how miserable ive been and how much i missed out on life. This moment with Wilson, made me regret even more why i married Kabo in the first time. The nights i have wasted waiting for him to come home, only for him to come home after midnight drunk and snoring. The cold evenings i had to endure longing for someone to cuddle me and share dinner with me. The nights i have waisted in that house trying to potray a good wife imagine to his family and the neighbors, not going going put with my friends anymore. Not to mention the friends i had to cut off because according to him they werent suitable or healthy for our marriage. All this made me wanna puke. I wished there was an online application for divorce, i could just file for it right there and there. But bad news is i couldnt, no matter how good this "Wilson" moment felt, it is going to end soon and im gonna have to go back to him. I couldnt even let my mind think of divorce for another second, cause he would leave me as poor as a dog. I bet he would even take underwears. Wilson and i had a lot in common, we did the same subjects in high school, listened to same music, he also loved books and turns out he studied Law like i did. Well maybe not exactly like i did, atleast yena he graduated lol. But then let me not get way ahead of myself, we are just flirting, this is nothing serious. So just chill Tumi chill. It was just after 23:00 when we walked out of Newscafè. We thought that well maybe we should take our lil party somewhere private. We had everything worked out and planned and all excited. That we leave my car here, we take his car, we go to his apartment, we have fun, he drives me back, get my car and then i drive back home. Perfect plan hey? Mxm...i wish it was the perfect plan. It has to be the perfect plan. I have been dickless for weeks now, i need some kind of penetration therapy. So tonight is the night, im going all out and nothing is going to stop me. "Tumi." I heard someone calling out my name as we were about to approach Wilson's car. And it was definetely a man's voice but it wasnt Kabo's. "O ya kae?"(where are you going) that person asked Goodness dammit. Its Sebalo, Kabo's older brother. The hottest brother inlaw ever has spotted me "Oh, Sebalo, i was just..." "I know what you were about to do, come im taking you home." He interrupted me before i could finish my sentence . "No, what you mean you taking me home, im OK," "Tumi please lets not do this the hard way, theres no way im leaving you with this lekwerekwere (foreigner)." Hey dont ever call a foreigner by that name, you shall die my friend lol "Hey hey hey my brotha, you don't know me and I don't know you, you dont get to call me names, listen to me..." Wilson lashed at Sebalo ka deep anger pointing him with his car keys "Ok ok guys, please stop." "Sebalo its fine you can take me home, Wilson ill call you tomorrow." Me trying to calm the situation down. "No, dont call. Dont fucken call me. You are so much trouble. What kind of a woman are you?" Wilson shouted "Everywhere i see you, theres some guy coming out of nowhere to take you home. I should have let you pay for your bill bi#ch." He added as he walked into his big machine car and driving away. Wheeew...now there i was in this parking lot. Everyone is staring at us. Worse part im in this situation with my brother inlaw. How do i explain this to him? What if he tells Kabo? But i know Sebalo is a very decent guy, i bet he wouldnt. I hope he doesnt. So we walked quietly towards his car which was now parked next to mine. "Tsena ka mo koloing."(get inside the car) he said "And then ya me yona?"( and what about my car?) I asked him "O sa wara i ll leave your car keys with my friend, he will follow us with it." He said as he walked back towards Newscafè and handing over the keys to someone who already was waiting for him outside. What was supposed to be a 20 minute drive seemed like a 4 hour drive to Limpopo. We were quite all through until we got to my house. It was just after midnight and his lil brother was not home "E ban, o kae Kabo?" (Where is Kabo) He asked as we entered the house. "I dont know." I answerd him throwing myself on the couch and attempting to take off my shoes. "Oh i see, no wonder o le busy le makwerekwere a ko Karenpark." "Mxm, that is just a friend." "When does your friend arrive, i thought he was behind us?" "No o sa wara ka oo( dont worry about that one) i told him ill call and tell him to come when we are done." "Done what? Aker you dropped me off, im safe inside the house. Call him now." He just laughed at me and started walking slowly towards me. What the f#ck is this now. "You thought i would just let you off the hook that easily? Well you thought wrong." "What do you mean?" I asked in shock "Its a beautiful dress you wearing by the way, i like how it shapes your ass. My brother sure does have great take." He added his nonsense, now close enough that our bodies we touch now. I was in shock. This cant be Sebalo talking, he must be high of some drug or something. Kana Sebalo is the most loyal, respectful guy i ever met. He wouldnt even look at other women. He was committed to his wife and kids. He was the perfect example of a husband and how married men should behave. Well perfect example se foot! Why is he not home with his wife now? I just laughed and tried walking passed him. What shocks me is that he wasnt even drunk, well atleast he didnt look drunk or smell any alcohol on him. Just then he grabbed both ass and pulled me towards him. Close enough to feel is hard erection. Shit! This guy is serious. He then leaned over and whispered in my ear. "This is simple Tumi, we go to the bedroom! I help you get out of that sexy dress you wearing. I take off ur bra and painties if you wearing any. Then i lick your tits and... "Sebalo please stop." I interrupted him Truly speaking, i was wetting my thong already. With his erection hard on top of my punani. I was already drooling But i knew i couldnt i had to pull myself together and get him away from me, I'll scream if I have to. This is my brother inlaw. "Shhhh as i was saying, ok never mind what i was saying, or we can do it right here on the cough if you like?" Mxm bloody pervet. "We do this and you and i both forget about lekwerekwere la ko Karenpark, your secret stays safe with me." He started kissing my neck, grabbing my ass even tighter... Is this gonna happen? Is my brother inlaw blackmailing me? *****************

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