i need to stop drawing to distract myself from real work


Jughead x Reader

Summary: It’s a give and take world. You and Jughead are going to have to make some deals to get to know one another.

Word Count: 1666

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I felt the need to write about that serpent jacket. I couldn’t resist.

originally posted by dailycwriverdale

Your back was starting to ache from this angle and you couldn’t tell if your butt hurt or it was just numb. You’d been sitting in this tree sketching a robin’s nest for the past hour. You were severely regretting not taking a picture to sketch from. It was too late now. You were already up here.

You tapped the pencil against your lips. You looked back at the nest and decided you saw its likeness. In one motion, you lost your pencil and your balance stupidly trying to catch it. You watched it tumble through the air and hit an unexpected target. The pencil bounced off his hair and into the grass.

He bent down to examine what had just cause him a minor pain. You held back a laugh at his confusion, but instead focused on his jacket. South Side Serpents. How curious? You were going to let him wonder about where the pencil had come from, but you couldn’t resist a jest.

“So, were they fresh out of T Bird jackets at the Halloween shop?”

Jughead smirked as he came back up. He twiddled the pencil between his fingers and looked for his assailant.

“Ha ha. You’re hilarious.” His eyes moved around.

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anonymous asked:

"I need you, though." Chlonette or Maribee? If you can! Love your fics btw they just keep getting better!

Ok… I had an idea… and I ran with it… and… yeah…. that escalated quickly.

most of this will be under a read more because its about 3k words long… 

(Also some mention of unrequited Chloe/Adrien and Adrienette) Hope you like it.

“You’re probably wondering what I am doing here.” 

“Yeah!” Marinette said, clutching her covers to her chest as she tried to process the sight of the super heroine sitting cross legged on the edge of her bed. “How did you even-” 

“I came in through your skylight,” Queen bee said cutting off the question with a wave of her hand, “Chat mentioned a while back that you usually keep it unlocked and I needed to talk to you.” 

“I am going to kill that stupid cat,” she muttered under her breath. 


“Nothing,” Marinette said quickly. “So, what are you doing here?”  

“Well you see, the thing is… wait are you naked under there?” Bee gasped, her eyes going wide and her face flushing an obvious red even in the semi-darkness.

“No! Why would you say that?!” Marinette shot back, her own face coloring. 

“Well you are doing the whole, blanket clutchy thing!” 

“Because a stranger has shown up out of nowhere in my bedroom in the middle of the night and I am in my pajamas!” 

“But I’m not a stranger I am a superhero. And I know that Chat visits you.”

“He doesn’t come in when I am sleeping!” 

“Oh. I guess you have a point there,” Bee said looking thoughtful. “Anyways I need your help.” 

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This is for the wonderful @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​ ‘s SPN Movie Night Challenge. My movie was The Conjuring, and my pairing was Destiel.

Warnings: smut, anal sex, dry humping (is that a warning?)

Word Count: 2100ish

A/N: My use of the movie wasn’t my most creative idea ever, but I still love writing these too dorks having all the sweet sex. Feedback much appreciated!

“What are we watching?” Dean relaxes just asking the question. These movie nights with Cas are his favorite nights, when everything is quiet except for the small laptop on his bed, and the whole world outside of his bedroom doesn’t exist.

They were his favorite nights even before he and Cas became…whatever they are- they haven’t really talked about it or labeled it, but Cas does stay in Dean’s bedroom every night now, and they definitely do more than sleep. But now, now that Dean’s allowed to snuggle into Cas’ side, or fall asleep tangled up in him afterward, or distract himself with sex if the movie is boring, now these nights are the absolute best nights Dean has.

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tiny bit of smut mentioned, but overall just fluffy goodness.

word count almost at 3,000 eek I typically average out at 1,200 so wowee hope you enjoy

“Garcia, oh my god, don’t make me punch you. I will punch you,” you threaten your friend as she laughs evilly. No cases means she’s crashing your desk in the bullpen to distract you from your paperwork, as per usual. You roll your eyes as she continues laughing to herself, just flipping through some files and trying to ignore her teasing.

Okay, fine, so you had a one night stand, so what? You’re allowed. It’s a thing people do. You’re a person. Who cares if you woke up in the middle of the night and had to kick a stranger out of your bed for snoring? Sex is sex, plain and simple.

“Ohh, how cute? I want a rating, scale of one to ten,” Garcia demands, and you send her yet another glare. Thankfully, Reid walks in, giving you a distraction.

“Reid! Save me!” You cry, mockingly reaching out for him. He smiles, but furrows his brows in confusion. A couple glances between a smirking Garcia and a helpless you give away the situation, though.

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Unwanted Guest

The next (somewhat shorter) chapter of ‘My Mistake,’ a distinctly not fluffy Darkiplier story. I would recommend reading that part first. 

Originally posted by ask-sadisticdark

“I accept your…invitation.” The man in the suit stepped through my doorway with an intolerable smirk, like a cat with a mouse between its paws. Rain poured down outside, drenching the overgrown garden, but he was still completely dry.
He strolled down the hallway with a soft, satisfied hum. I closed the door, shutting out the wind and the rain. I shouldn’t have. I should have tried to leave, but curiosity is a powerful motivator. I followed him to the dining table. He sat atop it, as though he owned the place.
“Where is my soul?” I repeated, arms crossed over my chest in anger, but also to mask my growing sense of unease. He waved my question away with a little grin.

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Poolside- 2

Originally posted by wonhontology

Son Hyunwoo

word count: 2285

🎧 Hunger- Sam Sure

The small guest house fit a small bedroom, a shared living room and kitchen area, and a bathroom. It had been your place to hide when you were young enough to get away with it. Before it became a “childish cry for attention.”

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anonymous asked:

Fenja- How exactly did you just stop purging and start recovery. I used bulimia as a coping mechanism from anorexia recovery and now that I'm weight restored, I just can't break the purge cycle. How did u stop purging and start living again?

It’s hard to give you a good answer to this since eating disorders are so different for everybody as well as the reasons behind our disorders but I can try to tell you about my individual experiences, maybe it helps a little.

I defenitely didn’t “just stop” purging, I have been in treatment for bulimia for the first time in 2012 - at that point I had full-blown extreme bulimia, I binged and purged up to a hundred times a day, I did nothing else all day for months. I can honestly tell you that I wouldn’t have been able to stop by myself, I was detemined to slowly kill myself and I didn’t want any help. I never would have stopped, bulimia was my drug, it made me high and careless. I ended up in hospital bc my heart beat was irregular and my brain swollen (Motivation to stop purging, you do not want this to happen!).

I spent  weeks in an inpatient unit cheating my way through BUT they forced me to eat and watched me after every meal and after three months I gained back a lot of weight and my brain was finally starting to work again and this is the important point:

  • EAT ENOUGH! I can not stress this enough, binge-purge cycle will only end if you eat enough bc even though many disorders start due to anxiety, stress, pressure, etc. - what really sends us into the binge-purge cycle is HUNGER. Your body is starved if you purge and starving makes you loose all control, your body overpowers you and you binge and then the guilt or the pure physical discomfort hits you and you purge. Therefore your body is still hungry and the cycle starts again. Therefore my most important advice: eat at least three meals and snacks spreadout throughout the day and eat 2,500+ calories every single day, no exceptions. I personally need to eat 3000 calories at least otherwise I get hungry and tend to eat and purge. It is hard and you will have to simply fight through every meal for some time but believe me, 90% of all binge and purge urges go away by proper and enough eating!

After some time I discharged myself and relapsed big time, went inpatient again, got even worse, discharged myself again and realized: This is MY FIGHT! They did all they could to help me, I was not underweight anymore, my body wasn’t starved anmyore, they thought me what and how much and when and how to eat - now it was on me, only I could save myself, it was and still is MY RESPONSIBILITY! This is where I started fighting for real, I still binged und purged but now it was due to emotional reasons, due to stress, bingeing numbed me, let me forget my anxiety and ease my tension. I had to find other ways to distract me from anxiety and urges, other ways to calm my racing thoughts, healthy coping mechanisms. Things that are generally helpful to avoid bingeing and also purging:

  • call somebody and talk to distract yourself
  • draw or paint, I spent hours filling in mandalas
  • knit or puzzle or fill out cross words
  • short!!! walks to clear your head
  • watch tv series or movies or read an exciting book
  • paint your fingernails, did wonders for me
  • write down your thoughts and feelings and urges
  • make lists why you shouldn’t b/p or what happens if you do

I don’t binge anymore, I’ve had one or two incidents in 2013, I haven’t binged for half a year. I learned to resist the urge with those techniques and therapy taught me why I emotionally felt the need to b/p and I’ve learned to talk about feelings and fears instead of numbing them.

Currently only purging is left of bulimia, my dianosis changed to anorexia purge-type in 2013 since I have no binges anymore. I am fully commited to recovery, I work hard to eat 2,500+ calories a day and not purge, I can share some strategies with you that help me to avoid purging:

  • eating enough once again bc if I don’t I get very hungry, I eat fast when I do and then I feel stuffed and that triggers me, therefore I try to eat regularly and enough so that won’t happen
  • I drink tea with my meals because it relaxes my stomach and it relaxes me as well, I feel less anxious after eating
  • I use all the strategies above to distract myself from purging, you have to force yourself to really really give them a go, they might now work the first time but if you really try and also find your own distractions, they will!
  • If I feel very full and bloated - cozy clothing, snuggle up in bed, hot water bottle and more tea, taking a bath, whatever helps me relax until the feeling passes (it always will!!!)
  • If I am having a really hard time I avoid being alone after eating or I tell somebody to distract me. I tell my boyfriend and he watches me for an hour, if I need to use the bathroom he talks through the door with me, etc.
  • I once again make list why recovery is worth it, why I must not purge, why I am a great person and don’t need this, etc. and I re-read them when I feel triggered!

Last but not least: IT IS IN YOUR HANDS!!!!!! YOU decide whether you stick your head down the toilet, YOU can stop yourself, YOU can ask for help, YOU have to save yourself. Once you realize that YOU CAN STOP YOURSELF, it doesn’t seem impossible anymore. You can do this.

I simply decided I didn’t want to die with my head down the toilet and vomit in my face and therefore I decided to stop and start trying recovery for real and so I did. It’s as easy and as true as that.

Wishing you the best ♥

 - Fenja

Bother Me (Part One)- Percival Graves

Pairing: Percival Graves/OC

Request: “anonymous asked:

hey could you please write a percival graves imagine where you and him absolutely hate each other but everyone thinks you’re perfect together and just need the two of you to see it?”

Warnings: None much :)

A/N: Loved this idea! Tweaked it a little to make it work for me, so I hope it turned out alright! Once again, I made it too long so I split it into two parts. I just get so carried away, guys.

The air inside the conference room was thick with tension and tight-lipped silence. Madam President sat at the head of the long, oak table while the rest of the investigative team filled in the seats around her. I chose to stand, leaning back against the nearest bookcase. I’d learned to have a love/hate relationship with our weekly meetings. Emotions always seemed to run high, nothing ever truly getting accomplished. Yet, I’d never missed one. Grindelwald was the first big case I’d been assigned to. I was determined to be the one to finally bring him in.

I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, focusing my attention on President Picquery as she carefully folded her hands across the table and addressed the room.

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Who We Used to Be (4): Peaceful

Izaya doesn’t call again until the evening.

It’s easier to wait, now. He has some sense of what reception he will be met with; not the abrupt panic of his first call, nor the sharp-edged rejection from Shizuo of the second. I can talk to you when I’m free, Shizuo had said, and so Izaya waits: through the early hours of the morning, when productivity grows with the increasing illumination of the daylight, and the long warmth of the afternoon, when Shizuo will be out in the city at work or eating lunch with Celty, or Tom, or Kadota. Izaya’s been gone for six months but his knowledge lingers, the weight of observation collected over the span of a decade still clings to his mind and rises for his consideration the moment he reaches to unearth it from his past. This is when Shizuo likes to stop for the hour break from intimidating and sometimes actually punching people; this is when his energy flags, as the sun sinks towards the horizon, when Izaya could draw closer than at other times due to Shizuo’s worn-out distraction. This is the best time for a fight, as the sunset is flaring crimson out across the city sky and Shizuo’s temper is worn thin by a full day of more-or-less restraint; and this is the best time to interrupt him at dinner, to make directly for the front door of his apartment rather than wandering the city streets. Shizuo will be at home, now, Izaya thinks as he watches the sun slide below the horizon, as he watches the light of day fade into the deep purples and blues of falling night; this is when Izaya would leave Shinjuku, on those days when his blood ran shivery with heat in his veins, when the electricity along his spine demanded lengthier satisfaction than rushed friction and gasping breaths in a secluded alley. By the time he was climbing the stairs to Shizuo’s apartment the other would be finishing dinner, would be just settling into what he expected to be a peaceful evening before dropped heavy-limbed and warm into bed; and Izaya reaches for his phone instead of for the handle of Shizuo’s door, and dials a number instead of turning a knob.

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Chase You Down (2)

Mobster!Bucky x Reader

Based off of Chase You Down by RUNAGROUND

Summary: The infamous Brooklyn mob boss, Bucky Barnes, has a tendency of sleeping around and killing people on a short fuse. So what happens when a certain girl catches his eye and turns his already shitty world upside down?

BEFORE YOU READ: this is a semi-oc fic! You can still insert your name into the fic, that’s not changing. However, ‘you’, will have some characteristics that ‘you’ might not actually have in real time. It just fits the story better if I actually describe it instead of leaving holes in the story. Enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, angst

Word Count: 1.8k+

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

Hiring Y/n was one of the best decisions my staffer—bless his heart—has ever made. Now, months later into her job, she only has to work for me, not that I mind anyway. I love having her around. Not only does she draw in big crowds and make me a ton of money, but she makes me happy, not that I would tell her of course. If I ever do, I would be putting her in harm’s way. I can’t risk losing her, she means too damn much to me. I’d never be able to live with myself if she ever got hurt. Seeing her now, though, up on stage, in her element with my best pal Steve, hurt even more.

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Whiskey Deadeye

Pacific Rim AU Part 1

At 15:34 that day the Deadlock Jaeger boots up for the first time and initiates the neural handshake with its sole pilot, name and background unknown.

At 15:41 Lechuza Renegade is deployed to take it down and prevent a mass murder in the urban areas of Santa Fe.

Lechuza Renegade arrives at 16:47. The battle lasts three hours.

“It was a goddamn miniature mech cobbled together in a garage by teenagers with too much time on their hands! What the hell took you so long?”

Gabriel Reyes and his co-pilot take the reprimand with quietly grinding teeth. They don’t say the smaller size made it impossible to hit. It was in and out before their Jaeger could react and its smaller weaponry allowed for aimbot technology the likes of which their own can’t profit from. It was like trying to squash a fly. A panicked fly with a gun.

They don’t say all that because it’s in their report, the same the Marshall pokes at like it personally offended him.

“We did our best, sir.” Reyes says. “And we brought in the mech for study.”

“For study, great! If you haven’t noticed we have a full bay of the damn things, we don’t need some scrap heap out of Deadlock gorge!”

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The Masks We Wear (1/?)

Killian and Emma are colleagues, friends and they’re madly in love with each other. If only they could work out that their feelings are totally requited. But then, if they still haven’t figured out that they work together as superheroes in their spare time, there’s probably no hope for them. Probably.

Rated M

Also on AO3

I’m so excited to share this with you all! Thanks to the lovely @coffeewithcaptainswan for beta duties, and to @artandteaandstuff for being my cheerleader. Look, I’m finally posting it guys!

Emma dropped her lunch down on the table, slumping low in the chair next to it. There was a magazine lying there. The oh so imaginative headline Heroes! jumped out at her.

She did not have time for that shit. Especially not on her lunch hour.

With a sigh she flipped the magazine over, wanting to ignore all reminders of her superpowered alter ego, only to be confronted by a separate headline Villains! accompanied by a shot of “The Dark One” in all his glittery skinned glory.

How do they not see that he’s Gold?

Unbidden the memory of a similar conversation with The Survivor resurfaced.

“People don’t see what they don’t want to,” he grinned, but the smile was cold and didn’t reach his eyes. “For instance this mask of yours,” he trailed a finger along the edge of cloth covering the upper part of her face. His touch made her shiver and she longed to nuzzle into his hand, but such luxuries were for normal people, not them.

She realised that he’d stopped speaking, perhaps as caught up in the moment as her. The realisation hit him at the same moment he met her eyes and he moved away.

“Your mask is hardly the most effective of disguises -”

“Speak for yourself! You-”

“I do,” he cut her off with a chuckle. “We, both of us,” he gestured between the two of them, “have terrible disguises that we’d advise against anyone actually using while trying to conceal their identity. And yet, I bet no one, not once, has mentioned that you look even a little similar to your counterpart.”

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In the Rubble

TBH the only reason I started liking this ship is because of this fic, please read it, it’s hilarious, has beautiful character development, and is amazing: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5180048/chapters/11933591 (Well excuse me Princess, by @metawohoo)

Yep, read more for a fic I wrote a long time ago. XD

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Suits You

Fandom: Marvel Avengers

Word count: 1745

Characters: T’Challa x reader, Steve Rogers 

Warnings: mentions of violence and attempted murder

Summary: Requested by @sailorcrescentpotter1 . T’Challa isn’t expecting to fight a panther when he joins Team Iron Man.

A/N: I’m not sure I like the ending to this, so I may write a second part. Thoughts?

You knew as soon as you woke up and saw sunlight brightening your bedroom that it would be a nice day. You preferred days when the weather was good- it meant that you didn’t have to spend hours trapped indoors. So as you got up and ate breakfast, you were in a good mood.

If you lived in New York, doubtless you’d have had to get up horribly early for some soul-destroying, mind-numbing job. But you didn’t live in the city. You lived in a small cottage a few hours outside it, paid for by the few jobs you’d done for SHIELD. It suited you just fine.

Life in what most would consider isolation wouldn’t appeal to most people. But it appealed to you. You had struggled to spend time in crowds ever since HYDRA tried to capture you. Besides, your particular gift tended to panic people if they spotted you at the wrong moment.

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Your pastiche is not subversive: Kingsman’s conservatism

I had high hopes for Kingsman: The Secret Service. There are gifsets of it all over Tumblr. Everybody said it was great and fun and refreshing. Even my beloved Foz Meadows praised it as ‘a biting debunk of the James Bond franchise… it takes all of Bond’s hallowed trappings – the spy gadgets, the sharp suits, the suave badassery – and explicitly removes both the misogyny and the classism that traditionally underpins them.’ So, having grown up on the Bond movies, I was eager to witness it for myself. And indeed I spent most of the film half-convinced that I liked it, or at least that I was going to, any minute now.

But despite the excellent direction, choreography, and clever humor, I was left wondering what the hell everyone else had been watching when they said it was progressive.

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Come On Baby, Light My Fire (Part 8)

It’s Firefighter Friday, and guess what that means?!

The lovely @xerxia31 asked: Since you’re writing each chapter of Come on Baby, Light my Fire based on word prompt asks, I humbly submit: coitus.  (Oh come ON, you know we’re all thinking it!!!)

And a not so subtle Anon (*cough cough* you don’t fool me, I know who you are) asked: here’s a word prompt for ya - SEXUAL INTERCOURSE 😎 

Does this count as spoilers? Who cares, you all know it’s what you want. Thanks everyone for falling in love with this story as much as I have! Story RATED E from here on out.

Word prompts - Obviously, I’ll write ones that aren’t on that list as well.

Part 1: Grapholagnia

Part 2: Neighbors/We meet again

Part 3: Callipygian

Part 4: Apodyopis

Part 5: Gymnophoria

Part 6: Mamihlapinatapei

Part 7: Basorexia

When I open my eyes, it is to the comfort of human closeness. My room is bathed in a rosy morning glow, a gentle breeze wafting over my cheek, and feet tangled with my mine. I blink and stare at the mass taking up half my bed. He’s got one arm thrown over his head, his hair a savage mess. And he’s already awake, blue eyes clear and focused on me.

“Good morning,” he says, voice hoarse with the last dregs of sleep.

“Morning,” I answer.

“Did you sleep alright?”

“Yeah, I did.”

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His Greatest Steal (Part 4)

Part 3                                                                                                     Part Five

The plan was good. It was going to work. You knew it would. But for some reason you had the same sick feeling from the prison job. Something was going to go wrong, you just knew it.

If not for Sully beside you, you might have bolted, but his large hand was comforting on yours as you gripped his arm, probably tight enough that he knew you were nervous, but he didn’t slow down as you headed for the security guards on the door. “You’ll be fine, kid,” Sully muttered to you around his cigar, giving your hand another reassuring squeeze as you started up the steps. But it wasn’t you that you worried about. You knew you could protect myself, and most of the time talk yourself out of any trouble. But Sam and Nate were about to make the climb around the heavily guarded Rossi estate and then hopefully be let in by you and Sully. But knowing the Drake brothers, things could get real messy before they even started climbing.

Putting that thought out of your head for a moment, you smiled as you approached the stoney faced security guards on the door. After a quick pat down and checking your names were on the list, you were allowed inside.

You loosed a breath and then you and Sully were heading up to find a window to signal the Drakes from. You found a large room with a balcony outside for the boys to climb on, so you carefully opened the window while Sully starred messing with the lamp to signal them.

They were a fair way off, so you had a while before they’d reach you, so you got comfy next to Sully on the seat. The sofa you were on smelled of expensive cologne and tobacco, a scent you found oddly comforting, even if it did make your nose itch. It probably had something to do with the man sitting beside you. Sully had the same scent, and though you’d met when you were too old for him to become your father figure, he had always been the one who stitched up your wounds and gave advice when you needed it. He was a calming presence, which was good, as you were not the most level headed person in the world, and you’d have been climbing the walls if you’d been waiting alone. The only reason you weren’t literally climbing the walls with Sam and Nate was because your figure hugging evening gown wouldn’t survive it, and you all had a part to play that night, so the dress was a necessary prop.

As it was, you weren’t waiting long for the brothers anyway, and you rose to open the window as the two of them ditched their overalls. When they climbed in, Nate went to greet Sully, but Sam stopped beside you, his eyes running over your entire body, drinking you in. He looked a little lost for words, and you weren’t surprised. He’d never seen you in a dress before, and it was probably the first time he realised you were an actual female.

“Y/N… Wow, you look…”

“Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?” You rolled your eyes, closing the window and ignoring Sam’s looks as you turned to the others. But then Nate nodded too.

“He’s right, Y/N. You scrub up well!”

You had to fight to keep from rolling your eyes again. “You know how many events I had to go to with Rafe? I’m pretty good at looking the part now… Besides, the three of you aren’t bad yourselves,” You tried in an effort to sound less of a bitch. The nerves were making you ansty, but once you had something to do, it’d be a different matter. So you urged the others out of the room and led them down to the auction hall.

Sully filled the two of them in on the change of plan due to the auction order being shuffled, and thankfully you were to go with the two brothers to watch their backs. Nate was gonna shut the power down and Sam would steal the cross. You’d stay perched on a roof to offer covering fire should they require it, and to be the eyes and ears.

But before all that, you had to get the key card from the manager, whom Nate was tailing in a way that was far too obvious to anyone paying attention. Luckily Sam intervened after Nate missed the second time, offering the distraction while Nate made the grab.

“About time,” You hissed as Nate returned with the key card, slipping through the now open cellar door, swiftly followed by you and Sam, the three of you putting in ear pieces as we walked.

You were barely to the bottom of the stairs when you heard a voice from Sully’s end and stopped in your tracks. Nadine Ross.

Oh the pair of you had history. Unfinished, bloody, history. You’d never got along, even when you were supposed to work together with Rafe, who had introduced you. She was an excellent leader, a brilliant fighter, and a huge bitch. More than once you’d come to blows, and it made for an interesting fight. The two of you were evenly matched most of the time, and had to be dragged off each other, for fear of killing each other.  There was such a deep rooted hatred there that neither of you would blink at the thought of it.

Sam might have missed the Y/N and Nadine hatred, but Nate most definitely had not, and he knew you were just as likely to march back up the stairs and rip her head off as you were to carry on with the mission. His grip around the top of your arm narrowed chances of one of them happening, and he hissed for you to calm down. You had a mission to complete.
You were angry, but you complied. Nadine could wait.

Nate released you after a couple of seconds, and you continued behind him, your mind semi clouded with thoughts of Nadine, and who likely accompanied her to the auction. You were not in the mood to bump into him, so the quicker you got out of there, the better.

You were so preoccupied with thinking about Rafe that you didn’t realise you weren’t alone until it was too late to hide. Nate was already out of view of the waiter, but you and Sam would just draw more attention your way if you tried to duck out of sight. You had to act quickly, the waiter could probably already see you.

Grabbing Sam by the shirt, you tugged him towards you quickly and whispered a quiet instruction. “Play along.”

Then you were kissing him roughly, urgently, your hands running up his chest and then to his hair, messing up his carefully combed style. He was frozen in surprise for a second before he realised what you were doing and relaxed, kissing you back just as urgently, his own hands roaming over your body freely before suddenly pushing you against the wall and deepening the kiss.

Not once had you ever imagined kissing Sam Drake like that, but you had to admit, even if he was acting, he was an excellent kisser.

“Non potete essere qui! You must go!” The waiter called as he got closer, having noticed you. You broke apart quickly, and you pretended to be embarrassed at being caught, half hiding your face behind Sam’s arm as he faced the waiter and said something in Italian before pulling out his wallet and offering the waiter the money inside. You saw at least €200 change hands, but then the waiter smirked and nodded at you before carrying on his way. You kept up the act, all over each other again before the waiter was even at the steps.

You moved away from Sam’s lips to kiss down his neck, spying on the waiter as you did so. Sam moaned quietly and pressed you further into the wall, tilting his head to give you better access. You denied him, tugging his hair gently to find his lips again, feeling the slight smirk he had before he moved, kissing the spot just below your ear, causing your breath to involuntarily hitch in your throat and a small moan of your own to pass your lips.
Before you could die of embarrassment, Sam was whispering in your ear, his teeth grazing skin as he spoke. “He’s at the door.”
You bit your lip and nodded slightly to show you’d understood, and once you’d heard the faint click of the door closing behind him, you and Sam separated, both breathing heavily as a silence stretched on, broken only when Nate stood up from behind the crate he’d hidden behind.

“I’ll die happy if I never hear Sam make that noise again,” he announced, and you blushed, remembering that he’d just witnessed all that, and Sully had heard it too thanks to the ear pieces.

“Tell me about it. I thought poor Nate was gonna have to sit through it all.”

You blushed even deeper and snarled at the pair of them. “It was a cover and it worked. Now can we move on?!”

Silence, so you took that as a yes and went for the bag Sully had stashed earlier, containing your stealthy clothes, ready for anything. Both Drake brothers were silent as you kicked off your shoes, but you turned back to them as you reached for my zipper. “One of you two wanna make yourselves useful and help me out of this dress?”

Nate nudged Sam forward, and you faced the other way as you felt his hands on you again, quickly undoing the zip before stepping away and turning his back like Nate had.

When you were sure no one was going to catch you, you quickly dropped the dress, feeling lighter without the heavy material, and pulled on a bra followed by black leggings, and a plain black tee. Your footwear wasn’t so stealthy, and Nate raised his eyebrows when he caught sight of them.

“Shut up! They’re the only pair I brought with me!” You said defensively, looking down at your worn purple converse. They’d definitely seen better days, and purple wasn’t the most inconspicuous colour, but if all went well, you’d spend most of the night on top of a roof somewhere, gun in hand with nothing to do, so no one would see them anyway.
Which reminded you.
Reaching back into the bag where you’d dumped the dress, you pulled out your pistol and two spare magazines should things get hairy. Then, you reached in again, feeling your hand close around what you were looking for and pulled it out with a grin.

Before you could offer the two of them one, Sam was laughing and Nate staring at you incredulously.

“Seriously, Y/N? You brought share size M&Ms to the most dangerous mission we’ve done in a while. Do you know how literally dead we’re gonna be if we get caught?!” He asked, but you just stared at him, holding out the bag.

“I get snacky. Do you want some or not?”

Nate rolled his eyes but took some, followed by Sam, who thanked you with a smile. You rolled the bag up and shoved it in your hoodie pocket before following after the two of them, heading through the food cellar into a wine cellar, making your eyes water at the fumes.

“We’re gonna end up doing this whole thing drunk if we don’t hurry up,” You joked, walking into the dark room ahead of them, knowing the lights had failed. You were prepared to navigate the darkness, but then Sam flicked his lighter and the area around you was lit up.

After a bit of moving stuff around, the three of you were through and inside the vent, Sam and Nate both whining at the tight fit. Your smaller frame meant it wasn’t even that uncomfortable, so you just smirked as you moved, hearing people in the rooms you’d just vacated.

A few guards passed, but then you were free, back outside, and almost to the kitchen. There was a few more walls between you and there though, so Sam and Nate took it in turns to boost each other up while you were already up there.

“How does she do that?!” You heard Nate whisper, and before you could, Sam answered him.

“Hardcore parkour.”

For a second you were stunned that he remembered. He’d asked you the same question when you were 19 and you’d given him the same answer. It almost made you smile, but then he was beside you and you turned away, pretending to look for my next path.

“The kitchen door is just there,” You nodded. “So how are we gonna do this? Lure someone out, or break in?” You asked.

The brothers shared a look and then shrugged, so you took the lead again, pointing at a ladder on the next wall. “We jump down, one of you can kick down that ladder and then the three of us can find an open window and take down a waiter. Then Sam can go back to the ball room and Nate and I will carry on. Let’s go,” You ordered and jumped down to the next level.

You’d only taken one step when the kitchen door was suddenly wide open and a waiter was standing in front of you, a shocked look on his face as he froze, a cigarette hanging from his lips. You didn’t even manage one word before Sam was dropping on top of him, knocking him out before he could raise the alarm.

“Jeez Sam, easy on the civilians!” Nate called, jumping down after him as Sam started dragging the waiter back into the kitchen.

“So he wakes up with a headache in his underwear. We’ve all been there right?” He laughed and you shook your head at him.

“Classy,” You shot, but he just winked at you before disappearing into the kitchen and closing the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled despite yourself, following Nate up the ladder and into the next garden area.

“We’re nearly at the cell tower. Sam, everything alright?” Nate asked after a moment, and you heard Sam’s voice in your ear piece.

“Yeah, everything’s fine… The pants are a bit tight though. What is with the style these days?” Sam complained, and you heard Nate snigger.

“I’m sure that’s got nothing to do with yours and Y/N’s little performance…” He mocked, and you smacked him upside the head.

“Ow!” He hissed, and you glared at him, daring him to say something else. Wisely he kept his mouth shut, and Sam ignored him too.

“I’m on my wall to the ballroom now, I’ll be in touch,” he whispered and then some crackling noises interfered and you figured the signal was bad.

You climbed one more wall and then tapped Nate on the arm, nodding in the other direction. “This is where I leave you. When you get out, I’ll be on one of those roof tops. You get into any trouble, tap the mic three times and I’ll come find you.” He nodded and went to turn away but you grabbed his arm to give him one last warning. “Be careful, Nate.”

He nodded and left, so you took a deep breath and then started running towards the edge of the balcony, using the railing as a spring board, you launched yourself into the air, watching the ground rush past 4 stories below, but then you were on the roof of the next building, and running again, seeing the roof you needed to get to if you wanted to be able to get to everyone in the same amount of time.

You got there quickly, no one spotting you, so you sat down and began the wait.

After about 10 minutes, Sully’s voice came through the earpiece, saying the words you did not want to hear that night but knew you probably would have anyway. “Rafe’s here.”

Your blood ran cold at the thought of seeing him and your hand tightened on the gun, knowing how dangerous he was, and what he was willing to do to find the treasure.

“Sam, make sure you stay out of his sight. He is harbouring a personal hatred for you Drakes. I don’t know what he’d do if he saw you,” You explained quickly, praying Sam had heard you, but then he was answering you quietly.

“Don’t worry about me, Sweetheart. I can handle rich boy.”

You wanted to scream at him that Rafe wasn’t the same guy as before, but then came three taps through your ear, and you shot to my feet, not hesitating as you started running back the way you’d came. “I’m on my way, Nate,” you promised, just as the lights went off behind you and people screamed. There was about five seconds before the lights came back on and Sam’s voice spoke again.

“I’m got the cross. I’m on my way out.”

You didn’t even bother with a reply. Nate was in trouble, so you needed to get there quickly. You’d just cleared a big jump when you suddenly saw guards up ahead, guns out and flashlights to search the area, you skid the landing, scraping across the backs of your legs as you ducked behind a chimney just in time to avoid being spotted.

Cursing quietly, you dusted yourself off and spoke quietly to the ear piece. “I’ve got company. Just hang in there, Nate. Things are likely about to get messy.”

Carefully you removed the safety from the gun and peered around the chimney to count the guards.

“Here we go,” You whispered before rolling out of cover and taking aim.

Red // 3

Red — ft. Oh Sehun

// Contemporary Romance
// Adult Fiction
// Sexual & Explicit Language 

// 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 //

I hear Sehun’s gritting tone; how each syllable is terse and severe as if ready to engage in some bloody war of words. I hastily zip up the red dress and go out through the door, realizing it’s far better if I escape this private room and into the open. I hear him tango with an exasperated sigh and cleans up his appearance before trailing behind me as he rarely ever does. “I’m going to need you to repeat that.”


“I’m ordering you—” his fingers latch onto my wrists, stopping me dead in my tracks as he forces me back into his grasps. “Say it again.” 

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