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AHS Hotel: User & Abuser

Tristan Duffy, James March x Reader

Word Count: 2128


Today is your boyfriend, Tristan’s runway modeling gig. It is held by the infamous Will Drake at the Hotel Cortez in downtown Los Angeles. You didn’t go with Tristan to most of his gigs, but you had the day off of work and not to mention, an overnight stay here is free thanks to Will Drake. 

Another reason was because you didn’t trust Tristan. He gained a terrible habit of doing drugs at his gigs and you wanted to be there to make sure he doesn’t. But who knows, Tristan always finds a way. You even tried to convince him to go to rehab in the past but every time you brought it up, he would get defensive.

You know you deserve better and your friends are always telling you to leave him, but you just can’t let go. The both of you have gone through so much together. Good and bad.

There was even a dark time when Tristan has hit you when the both of you got in a heated argument while being heavily intoxicated. He was too drunk to fully realize it, so you just cried yourself to sleep. Being sober the following morning, Tristan apologized and promised it wouldn’t happen again.

“Tristan, you’re on in 10!” The backstage crew member shouted to Tristan as he was walking past him. He was all over the place trying to stay organized, telling models when they were up next. The plan is for Tristan to make an appearance 4 times throughout the show in 4 different outfits.

“Yup!” Tristan replied while sitting in front of the vanity mirror. There was a hairstylist doing last minute touches on his hair. You were standing next to Tristan, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Babe, can you not? I don’t want you in my personal space right now.” Tristan says, moving his shoulder away from you. He’s been such a diva all day and you just went along with it.

“Okay. Whatever.” You let out a sigh, then went to sit on a chair about 5 feet away from him, pulling out your smartphone to keep yourself occupied.

6 minutes later you go to use the bathroom.

Once you come back, you see Tristan quickly snort a line of white powder on his vanity. Your eyes raging with anger, you push Tristan on the back. “What the hell, Tristan?!” 

Tristan rolls his eyes. 

“Tristan Duffy, let’s go! You’re up after Lawrence and Stacy.” The backstage crew member grabs him by the arm to his place. Tristan doesn’t even say a word to you.

“What the fuck?!” Being so angry and disappointed with your boyfriend, you chose not to rush to sit front row to watch him do his thing on the catwalk. Instead, you go to the bar upstairs. 

Because of the fashion event going on in the lobby, the bar is pretty much empty. You see the bartender who’s tall and slim with a bald head, wearing green eye shadow and thick eye liner. Sitting at the bar, you see a pale man with dark brown hair and a modern day Gomez Addams mustache. He is also dressed to the nines in a dark blue suit.

You sit one chair away from him. The bartender walks over to you and asks, “I’m Liz. What’ll you be having, hun?”

“Just make me the strongest drink you can make.” You respond.

“You got it.” Liz starts on making your drink.

“This one’s on me, dear.” The man tells Liz and then looks at you. He moves to sit on the stool next you and puts his hand out for you to shake. “I’m James. James Patrick March.”

“Y/N.” You put your hand to shake his back, but instead, he grabs your hand to kiss your knuckles. Wow. You can’t remember the last time Tristan ever did that to you. “The way you’re dressed, you look like you should be joining the fashion show downstairs.”

James looks up, opening his mouth, letting teeth show. His eyes wide as he responds with, “Ah, yes.” He pauses, then looks back at you. “That sort of festivity is not to my liking. May I ask why are you not attending such occasion?” He had a really strong tone of voice and sounds straight out of an old movie, similar to Clark Gable. Whereas your boyfriend talks more like Rob Kardashian. This man is definitely classy.

“Well, my boyfriend is in the show. But, he really pissed me off beforehand and I can’t even look at him in the face right now. So. Here I am.” You let out a fake laugh. Liz hands you your drink and you take a sip. “The next one’s on me, James.”

“Oh no. Have anything you like, dear. This is my hotel.” With drink in one hand, he puts both of his arms out, being proud to show off his hotel.

“Wow this is your hotel? Tell me all about it.” You are very opened to hearing anything this nice man has to say about his hotel. For once, a man (especially a good looking man) cares to have a decent conversation with you while being very passionate about it. You didn’t want to compare a stranger to your boyfriend, but whenever you sit down with Tristan at the dinner table, he’s always on his damn phone looking through social media instead of talking to you. You really hated how technology has so much control over people nowadays.

“Splendid!” James says in excitement. “Come. Let’s sit.” James nods his head, then puts the hand that’s holding his drink to point at the table nearby.

The table you chose to sit at has a perfect view of the fashion show. Coincidentally, you see Tristan walk on the white runway. A part of you wishes you could be there to support him, but you’re just so pissed about him resorting to drugs. You thought he wouldn’t do it when you’re around, but Tristan’s a hard person to control.

Two hours pass and during that time, you listened to James fascinate about his hotel and he listened to you rant about your boyfriend. The conversation you were having with him made you forget all about the fashion show. James was being a great listener. He didn’t have much to say about Tristan. Most of the time, he nodded his head and listened while smoking a cigarette. You were so caught up in the conversation that you even told James about the violent drunken fight you had with Tristan before. “A man must never lay a hand on his beloved. Especially if she is beautiful like you, dear.” James looks you directly in the eye, then takes a sip of his drink.

You looked down and smiled. James is such a charming man.

You chugged whatever’s left in your glass and check the time on your phone. “Oh shit. I didn’t even realize we’ve been talking this long.” You look over the lobby, seeing everything getting cleaned up. Rushingly, you put your phone in your bag and stand up. “I should really get going, Tristan’s probably wondering where I’m at.” 

“As they say, time flies when one is having fun.” James grins. 

As he’s still sitting down, you quickly give him a hug. He can smell the aroma of your perfume. “It was nice meeting you, James. Thanks again for the drinks. I had a great time.” You start heading downstairs to the elevator.

James puts out his cigarette and starts slowly walking towards the bar. with his hands behind his back. He’s eyeing you while you’re still in sight. 

Liz notices him right away. “James. She has a boyfriend, remember?”

“Ah yes. From what I have learned, this significant other of hers does not have good intentions. I just know.”

Finally, you reached the floor your suite is in. You unlock the door with your room key and rush in, setting your purse on the floor being worried that Tristan’s been concerned where you’ve been.

You start looking for Tristan. The first thing you see is half of an empty bottle of vodka on the table. Then, you walk in the bedroom and find him snorting another line of whatever drug that is on the nightstand. “Are you serious right now?!” You push Tristan and quickly wipe off whatever’s left on the nightstand with your hand. 

Tristan stands up. “What the hell, babe?!” Instead of being embarrassed about you finding out, he’s pissed that you wasted it.

You stand on your tip toes and push Tristan again. “What the hell is wrong with you?! God dammit, you weren’t even worried about where I’ve been for the past couple of hours?!” 

“Stop fucking pushing me, dude!” Tristan yells, putting his face closer to yours as hes grabbing both of your arms.

“Look at you. You’re pathetic. You should’ve gone to rehab like I said. But no, you’re such a fucking loser!” You let go of his grip and push him again, which fills him with even more anger. You can see his face turn red and his jaw clench. He picks you up and throws on the nearest desk, causing the mirror to break. “Tristan!” You screamed. There’s no way that the people in the halls wouldn’t hear that. While he’s staring at you, he’s huffing and puffing from the strength he used to throw you. Mixing drugs, alcohol and anger is never the best idea.

Your mind is filled with confusion. The man you thought that loves you has really outdone himself this time. He made a promise that he wouldn’t lay a hand on you again. You’re so frightened now and just wished you left him the first time it happened. 

You thought to yourself, who knows what else he’s capable of doing? Not thinking thoroughly in the heat of the moment, you grab one of the broken mirror pieces, run up to Tristan and cut his face with it. “I hate you!” 

“Oh, you do huh?!” Tristan grabs you by the wrist, but right before he has the chance to abuse you again, James appears to stop him, making Tristan let go of your wrist. You ran to the nearest wall and cried. You could’ve sworn that the door was locked behind you. But you didn’t care to question it at this point. You’re just thankful that James is here to save you.

“Who are you?” Tristan still breathing heavily asks.

“It does not matter, dear boy. This is my hotel. And I will not allow you to harm, Miss Y/N.” James does not break eye contact.

You look up to see what’s going on as you’re wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. 

An older woman with red hair, wearing a maid uniform bends down to you, handing you a tissue. As you’re sniffling, you say, “Thank you, uhhhhh.”

“Hazel Evers. But you can call me Miss Evers.” The woman smiles at you as she is getting your hair out of your face.

“Fuck off, man!” Tristan attempts to attack James. James being much stronger than him, pushes Tristan on the bed. You can see the veins popping out of James’ neck from using his strength.

James grabs a gun out of his pocket and shoots Tristan in the head.

Your eyes widen in shock and you get up to rush to Tristan’s body but James stops to hold you. “Oh my god, what did you do?!” You didn’t think a man like James was capable of killing someone. 

“I saved you, dear. I saved you before it was too late.” Something about James’ voice is very calming to you. Still holding you, he grabs a handkerchief from his jacket and wipes away your tears.

Taking you with him, he goes to sit on the couch and lays your head to rest on his lap as you cry. Your head was filling with mixed emotions. Of course, you’re sad that the man you thought you loved is laying there dead. But what if James didn’t show up to save you? Who knows what else Tristan is capable of doing to you. He could’ve easily killed you as well. So much just happened in a short amount of time that all you want to do is lay down and cry.

“Miss Evers!” James turns his head to Miss Evers.

“Yes, Mr. March?!” She answers. Miss Evers seems very loyal to James.

“Would you get Sally to help you rid of this body?”

“Right away, sir! What a glorious stain!” She leaves the room excitedly.

James looks back down on you and caresses your head. “There there, dearest. Never will I hurt you like he did.”

Cinderella Story

Originally posted by lostgirl14480

Originally posted by montysgreen

Originally posted by kardashianempire

^^^^^^^ The reader is in the pink and Victoria is in the blue

Originally posted by lyricalgomez

Tittle: Another Cinderella Story

Pairing: Tommy Clarke x Reader (Lucy)

             Reader x James

Requested: Yes

Rating: none

Warning: none


   The moment I walked through the large metal doors of Asher High, I was greeted by the sounds of my fellow peers. It was a tidal wave of voices, most of them happily discussing the weekend, while others were complaining of being back. I ignored them all and headed towards my locker, a sigh of relief escaping my lips when I noticed that two best and only friends,  where waiting for me there. The moment I came into sight Jessica let out a happy squeal and made her way towards me, wrapping me in a hug. I chuckled and quickly hugged her back.

  Today she wore her long dark brown hair in a high ponytail, showing off more her round pale face. Her chocolate brown eyes were covered in a shimmering golden brown eye shadow and framed by a thick line of black eye liner. She wore a ripped and faded All Time Low t-shirt with a pair of black skinny jeans. Despite her punk rock appearance, she was a shy yet bubbly girl, who could gladly talk for hours on end about Jack Barakat.

  “I’m so happy your here! All Time Low are coming to town this August and I want to go, but I can’t go by myself, my dad’s paranoid I’ll get attacked or something. Anyway Brad won’t go with me, so please, please, please tell you love me enough to go sit front row at a All Time Low concert!” Jess begged as she pulled back. I chuckled as she instantly started giving me the puppy dog eyes, knowing full well that I would not be able to say no.

  “Fine, despite the fact I’m not the biggest All Time Low fan, I will go with you so long as your promise to go to a concert with me.” I sighed, shaking my head as she instantly started to squeal happily.

  “Thank you! Tommy I owe you so much! I’m going to buy our tickets right now. Hopefully we can get Jack’s side!” She jumped up and down in her spot for a moment, before launching forward to give me a kiss on the cheek. She gave me one last grin before she ran off towards her own locker.

  “Dude, I wish you the best of luck. They are punk rock, they are going to be insane. And don’t get me started on the crowd.” Brad sighed, giving me a soft smile as he shook his head.

   Our of the three of us, Brad was the only one who was popular, not that he enjoyed it. Unlike the rest of the popular kids, Brad hated, he claims that being popular only sets you up for failure after High School. The only reason he was popular was because he was on the football team, though he made sure that everyone knew it was only because he loved the game. His looks helped in the whole popular thing too.

  He was, in looks, the all American boy. Tall with soft blonde hair that was styled back into a quiff. He had blue eyes and strong facial structure. He had the athletic build to him, that he hid under his heavy foot ball jacket, a thick grey shirt and faded blue jeans. He may not like it, but everything about him scream popular, Except for the fact he hung out with us. 

  “Maybe but we both know she wouldn’t have stopped. When it comes to All Time Low she would never stop asking. She’s obsessed.” I chuckled, walking over to my locker and started to put in my combination.

  “True that girl has an All Time Low addiction. I wonder if we can get them to pay us back?” Brad laughed, earning a chuckle from me. I shook my head and opened my locker door, grabbing the books I would need.

  “Maybe, I mean one can hope.” I chuckled. Brad was about to respond when Jessica came back, her eyes lit with excitement.

  “I got us front row tickets on Jack’s side of the stage! You and I are going to be right in front of him!” She squealed, smiling at me as she threw her arms around me.

  “Great.” I sighed, hugging her back as I gave Brad an eye roll.

  “Cheer up Tommy this is going to be wonderful!” She cried happily, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before jumping back. I laughed and shook my head, not bothering to argue with the girl. 

  “As much as I would love to sit and talk about All Time Low, we have a class to get to, so come on.” Brad sighed, shaking his head at us as he started to lead us towards our first class. As we walked towards class we passed a poster for the up coming prom. Instantly Brad spun around and stared at us both.

  “I’m being forced to go to the fucking prom so you two had better be there. If I have to suffer so do you.” He demanded, his tone telling us to not even bother with arguing.

  “Looks like we are going to the prom Tommy.” Jessica laughed, smiling at me as she linked her arm through mine.

  “Lovely. I wonder what else I’m going to get to go to.” I sighed, shaking my head. You would think that after almost ten years of friendship the two would have figured out that I do NOT do social situations.

  “The game, I am forcing you to go to the football game. I need some excuse as to why I can’t go to the after party. You my good friend, are that excuse.” Brad said, smiling at me as he reached over to pat my shoulder. “No come along, I don’t want to have to stand in front of the class and explain that we were late because I was forcing you two to go to prom with me.”

  “All in one day I get to go to a All Time Low concert, prom and a football game. If you two don’t stop people are going to think I’m turning social.”

  “Yes and we can’t have people thinking that.” Jessica giggled, ignoring the dirty look I sent her.

   “I don’t do people.” I mumbled.

  “What are we?” Brad scoffed, smiling at me over his shoulders. “Potatoes?”

  “You two teamed up and decided I had no choice but to be your friend. It was be your friend or be your friend.” I laughed.

  “Yeah, and we totally made your life.” Jessica giggled. I sighed, and shock my head, not bothering to argue with her. Truth was, despite the fact I would rather stay inside all day, I was glad that they forced me to accept their friendship.

   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Reader’s P.o.v ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

     I pulled up in front of the high school, with 20 minutes to spare, a new personal record. Putting the car in park, I grabbed my bag and and jumped from the car. Once out of the car, I glanced around the parking lot and smiled when I noticed my friends crowded around James’s car, all of them unaware that I had arrived. I let out a soft chuckle and started making my way towards them, stopping now and then to talk to a few of my fellow peers. Listening as they explained their weekend, and giving them a quick run down of my own. My the time I finally reached my own group of friends, I had ten minutes until classes started.

  “Well it’s about damn time you showed up.” My best friend Victoria laughed when I stood beside her. “Your boyfriend is a pig.”

  “Hey there is no wrong is looking.” James chuckled, his gaze flicking to me for half a second before he started to stare at a girl walking past. She was in a black skirt, that bounced against her sides when ever she walked, giving everyone just the tiniest peek at her hot pink underwear.

  “There is when it’s all you do.” Victoria scoffed, sending him a disgusted look before pulling me away from the group, leading me to the school. “Honestly you need to break up with him, I would no be surprised if he’s sleeping with other girls.”

  “Vic I love the fact that you want to protect me, I do, but honestly I can handle him. When it’s just us he really is a good guy.”

  “Yeah well when he is around anyone else, he’s a he slut that wants in ever girls pants. You can do better.” She exclaimed, smiling at me as she pushed the heavy metal doors to the school open. The moment we entered the school, all eyes turned to me, everyone instantly yelling out greetings.  I chuckled and waved at them, shaking my head before I turned back to Victoria.

  “I know, it’s just, I really like him, and I want to try and make this work.” I sighed. 

  “I know you do hun, I just really think you should think about ending things. If he is so happy with flirting with anything in a skirt, then he is most likely sleeping around. You may not want to admit it, but your the most popular girl in school, because he is dating you, he is instantly the most popular guy. I think he is just using you to get popular.”

  I sighed, not bothering to argue. Mainly because I was starting to have those same thoughts. Lately it’s been more and more obvious that James was more interested in other girls than me, but my pride was to stubborn to break up with him. I was wrapped up in my own thoughts I didn’t see the boy in front of me until I was sent flying backwards, both of us landing with a thud on the cold tiled ground.

  “Oh my god I am sorry.” I gasped, staggering to my feet so I could help the boy up. “Alright you, please tell me I didn’t hurt you?”

  “I um, yeah I’m okay. How are uh, you?” He stuttered, earning a groan from the girl behind him. For the first time since I ran into him, I looked behind him, a soft smile on pulling at my lips when I noticed Brad. He gave me an amused smile before he shook his head, smiling fondly at the stuttering boy in front of me. The girl beside him, who I could not name, was looking at the boy with the same fond smile.

  “I’m fine thank you, I am so sorry.” I gushed.

  “It’s uh okay, you didn’t mean it.” He stuttered, giving me a soft smile before turning to his friends. Brad chuckled at him before he turned his attention back to me.

  “Y/n we would love to stay and chat but we need to get to class, Tom here just forgot his pencil.” Brad chuckled.

  “Of course. I am truly sorry.” I gushed, giving them all one last smile before letting Victoria lead me to the class.

  “Leave it to you, to plow innocent people over.” She giggled.

  “Oh hush you.” I laughed, gently bumping her hip with my own.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Before the Prom ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   I looked myself over in the mirror one last time before I deemed myself ready to go to the prom. I was in a strapless baby pink dress, the top covered in silver beads. My hair was brushed and styled in lose waves so they fell down my back and covered my shoulders. I wore little make up, seeing no point in going all out since I would be wearing an elegant gold mask. I hummed at myself, happy with how looked. I put the mask on gently and smiled at Victoria as she came up behind me.

  She wore a light blue dress similar to my own. Both had princess style look to them, the bottoms having a nice amount of crinoline so they flowed out around us. The only difference was that hers had small stripes of fabric covering it, giving it an almost feather like look. She too wore little no makeup, a white mask of her own covering her chocolate brown eyes. She wore her long brown hair like mine, in lose waves. Both us, in my opinion looked amazing.

  “Well we look hot, so I think it is time for both of us to go.” She giggled, smiling at me as she passed me my little gold clutch.

  “I was thinking the same thing, so come on. Lets go.” I giggled, linking my arm through hers as we started to my door. 

  ~~~~~~~~~ Tommy’s P.o.v ~~~~~~~~

     ~~~~~At The Prom ~~~~~~~~~

  I was sitting in the corner of the packed room, watching as Jessica and Brad laughed and dance in front of me. I let out a sigh, slowly starting to regret my agreeing to come. From the moment we all arrived the two ran off together, leaving me to find a lone corner to sit in. 

  “All right we are going to take it slow now, everyone find a partner.” The DJ yelled, his voice echoing loudly over the speakers that were set up around the room. I let out a groan and and pushed myself off the wall, making my way to the door. I pushed it open and let out a sigh when the cool air washed over me. I took a quick look around, smiling to myself when I noticed I was alone in the yard, and quickly made my way to the elegantly made gazebo.  I hummed as I sat down on the white bench in the middle.

  Despite the fact that the music, some country song by the sounds of things, was still blaring through the speakers, it was peaceful. The night sky was clear, and though it was cool, it was wasn’t to cold. I was snapped out my thoughts by the door opening and slamming shut. A girl in a pink dress and gold mask came running out, her head down as she hurried towards where I was sitting.

  “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be out here.” She sniffed, when saw me. Instantly I knew who she was, Y/n.

  “It’s fine, stay. You look like you need some air.” I said, mentally applauding myself so not stuttering.

  “Thank you.” She sighed, giving me a soft smile as she sat down beside me. Once she seated by side, I fished out the silk piece of fabric my mum tucked into my pocket before I left and handed it to her, earning a grateful smile.

  “Would you mind if I ask you what happened?”

  “I caught my boyfriend making out with another girl.” She sighed, shaking her head as she smiled at me. “Honestly I don’t know why I’m so upset. I saw it coming, really I did. How can I not. That boy looks at anyone in a skirt.”

  “Hey you may have known it was happening, but it’s one thing to see if happen right there in front of you.” I said softly, giving her a soft smile as I reached out to grasp her hand in my own.

  “You know, that actually makes sense.” She giggled, smiling up at me.

  “I tend to do that every once in a while.” I chuckled. “Honestly though, he’s a moron. Your fantastic, the nicest girl I know, if he can cheat on you his some other kind of stupid.”

  “Your sweet. Thank you.”

  “I’m just telling you the truth.” I chuckled, smiling at her as I stood up. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a hot drink and maybe a burger. Wanna come? It will be on me.”

  “Only if you tell me your name.” She said after a moment, sending me a crocked grin when I chuckled.

   “Tommy Clarke.”

  “Well Tommy, I’m Y/n L/n and I would love nothing more than to get out of here.”


In ninth grade,
I got ready for my first date.
My friends surrounded me,
questioning my choice
of apparel.
I wore blue jeans
and a hoodie,
because that’s all I was comfortable in.
They shook their heads in disgust
and gave me tight,
jet black,
leather pants
and a low,
red, button up
tank top.
They said I looked fierce
and that guys like a feisty girl.
So I wore what they told me to.
That night he looked more
at my chest
than my eyes,
but I didn’t stop him.

In tenth grade,
I got ready for my first party.
My best friend came to me,
and questioned my choice
in makeup.
I had a shimmering lip gloss
and a dash of glitter over my eyes,
because makeup made me feel
more like a Barbie doll
than a human being.
She shook her head in disgust
and gave me thick eye liner,
heavy grey shadow
and fake lashes.
She told me I looked sexy
and that guys like sexy girls.
So I did what she told me to.
I hardly recognized myself,
and neither did the college boys
who thought I was the same as as them.
That night they wouldn’t leave
me alone,
but I didn’t stop them.

In eleventh grade,
I got ready for my first time
at the bar.
My mother came to me
and told me that I looked like a whore
with my denim jeans
with holes all throughout the thighs
and tight tank top
that didn’t go past my stomach.
She said I looked dirty
and that only bad guys
like dirty girls,
but I didn’t listen to her.
That night at the bar
the university boys
told me I looked perfect,
and I couldn’t help but smile
because my friends were right all along.
Someone got too drunk
and hit me that night,
and I started to reconsider
what perfect really meant.

The next year,
I got ready for my friends graduation.
I dressed myself
in blue jeans
and a hoodie,
so I wouldn’t attract
too much attention.
I hadn’t gone to school that year
because my baby needed more attention
than my high school degree.
I thought before then
that I was a perfect girl
because I tried so hard to be,
but all I did was attract the wrong boys,
so I went back to my blue jeans.

Poem for: “needing to look perfect for a boy.”

Jungkook X Reader BTS imagine


Hiii fellow armies! Firstly I want to say a huge huge thank you to every person that liked and read my Suga imagine I really didn’t expect that many likes and it gave me a reason to smile all week. ily all!! <3

I wrote a new Jungkook smut, it took me ages and i’ve decided to make it more Jungkook-like because he is quite shy but gets confident later so I hope you enjoy. xoxo FIGHTING!!!

Rating: M, read at your own risk.


“ Finished.”

You stood up, hands clamped over your mouth as your teeth bit into your bottom lip to hold back the laughter. You analysed your boyfriend, Jungkook, who had a face coated in glittery make-up with an embarrassed facial expression.

His black hair was tied into two mini pig tails at the top of his head with yellow bow hair bobbles, his eye lids were covered in sparkly pink eye shadow with thick winged eye liner and his cheeks and lips were paintedpink. He looked like Jin hyungs dream come true.

Immediately you burst into a fit of laughter, hysterical tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as you clutched your stomach.

“ Ooh- my-god- Jungkook-I can’t I can’t-” You gasped for air, the words not forming properly.

What have I done to him?

Jungkook huffed and gave you a strange look: “ Y/N can I look now, you’re scaring me.”

You didn’t answer and continued giggling at his confused but adorable expression.

He looked ridiculous.

Jungkook spun around and looked at his reflection, his jaw dropping and his eyes widening in horror: “ What the hell!?”

He pulled a face and turned to you, scrunching his nose in disgust.

He quickly rubbed his cheeks and his hands were covered in pink powder. He stood up, crossing his arms over his chest and whined like a baby:

“ Y/N,  I don’t like.”

You burst out laughing again and placed a hand on his chest: “ but it’s pretty!” You giggled and he wanted to smile at your cuteness but hid it.

Jungkook pouted and ran away into the bathroom and you shook your head, still giggling.

You walked over to your queen sized bed and found Jungkook’s spare t-shirt; it had been four months that you had both been dating and nobody had found out your relationship yet, most people thought he was dating a k-pop idol or something but nobody knew he was dating an ordinary girl who happened to bump into him one day and from then on was history.

You had sex with Jungkook a few times but it was quite awkward because you were  both shy and nervous when it came to these things although sometimes you wish it wasn’t.

Without thinking you slipped Jungkooks navy blue t shirt over your body, noticing that it reached just above your knees like a dress. You breathed in his minty scent and wrapped your arms around your waist, hugging the soft fabric to your skin.

The door opened and Jungkook walked in. A light pink blush tinted your cheeks because he was completely shirtless, his midnight black hair was fluffy with strands falling over his eyes and he was only in his black boxers with the red waistband. He was cute but also very handsome.

“ Y/N have you seen my t shirt-” He paused and his eyes scanned your body from head to toe, a deep red blush rising onto his cheeks.

“ I’m sorry, I should have asked-” You started but Jungkook was already in front of you, and his fingers were playing with the hem of your, or his, t-shirt.

He licked his lips and smiled shyly:

“ Cute.” He mumbled, his dark eyes timidly flickering up from your body to your face.

Your face flushed a crimson red and your heart started to beat fast, then a thought flashed into your mind.

A dirty dark thought and your pulse rate increased.

You peeled the t shirt off and dropped it onto the floor, kicking it away and a voice that didn’t sound like yours spoke: “ Maybe I should leave it off.”

Jungkook’s eyes grew wide at your words and even wider at the sight of you in your white lace bra and panties. You looked so innocent and pure and Jungkook couldn’t help but marvel at your body. He wanted to fuck you then and there and he felt his pants grow tight.

He gulped and his neck flushed a deep shade of red.

His silence started to make you nervous and regret your choice of words:

“ Um Jungkook sorry I-” You stuttered then in a quick flash you were suddenly pushed back onto the bed.

Jungkooks body was hovering above yours and his soft lips were placing gently kisses along your shoulder and collarbone, so careful that it was almost like he was afraid that you would break like glass under his touch.

He placed his lips near your ear and whispered: “ Maybe we should take everything off right?”

Your cheeked reddened and your lips quivered in anticipation, what was he up to?

He didn’t know what came to him but the sight of you in front of him was enough to send him over the edge to try something almost daring on his girlfriend.

Your fingers instinctively threaded themselves through his silky black hair strands as his lips brushed against your skin around the neck area. He grazed his teeth across it then bit hard, releasing a loud, surprised gasp from your lips.

This only drove him further as he continued biting in lust and sucking hard at your delicate skin, his warm tongue stroking the dark red marks as his hands gently roamed around your waist, fingers skimming along your trembling thighs.

He nervously unclasped your bra and brushed his hand across your breasts, placing a kiss just above them. You didn’t know how many love bites had been branded on your skin but you knew there were a lot by the time his lips were connected back to yours, his tongue exploring your mouth and you responded instantly in need.

Slowly he started to grind his crotch erotically into yours and the contact made your hips involuntarily buck up in arousal, you felt yourself getting damp down below and urgently wanted him inside you.

Jungkook groaned lowly and detached his lips from yours, trailing shy kisses down your shaking body; from the valley between your breasts to your lower stomach until he reached your panties.

“ Jungkook what are you doing?” You asked anxiously, feeling your body grow hot as his fingers played with the waist band of your panties, pulling it then snapping it back.

He looked up at you, hair wild, lips puffy and pink as dark glint passed through his eyes. He looked like a hot mess.

“ You’ll find out baby, be patient.”

Were his last words before he grasped the waist line of your white panties between his teeth and seductively pulled them down your legs.

Your heart thumped rapidly in your chest, never had Jungkook been like this, he was usually so shy and nervous but tonight, something changed within him. This was a whole new, confident side of him.

He tossed the panties away and his eyes darkened at the image of your beautiful body fully exposed to his hungry eyes only.
He wanted to try something and placed both hands on your thighs, pushing them wide apart.

You were embarrassed and tried to shut them but he only pushed them apart farther and pecked your lips:

“ Relax,” He assured, smiling coyly.

He dipped his head down between your thighs and pushed his tongue out, tortuously stroking your wet centre up and down, you whimpered in delight and your hands fisted the white bed sheets.

Jungkook noticed and continued in desperation, his wet tongue slowly circulated around your clit, twirling it around the dripping wet area before pushing it deeper and coiling his tongue inside you.

“ Fuck!” You moaned from the thrill and agony of it all and tried to push your legs together from the excitement but he held them firmly apart with his hands and continued his work.

It felt amazing, you moaned louder and your hands gripped his hair so his tongue pressed deeper inside you.

The dirty word that fell from your innocent lips drove him crazy. Quickly his tongue rotated around your sensitive area, pushing it in and out and without warning he entered a finger.

“ Oppa-” You mewled and he watched you, the dark pool of his eyes swirling in lust and excitement as he drew his finger out then inserted in back in, in out in out, the sight of you moaning and breathing his name under his control made Jungkook’s bulge grow tight in his boxers.

“ You like that baby? Feels good yeah?”

He placed a second finger in and you cried out, your breaths increasing as he pumped his fingers in and out, biting his lip to hold back a moan himself. He felt your walls tighten around his touch and he pulled his fingers out.

Jungkook leaned back and took his boxers off and placed a condom on before crawling on top of you. The small amount of confidence that appeared increased and the need to please you was like an obsession.

Your neck and face grew a crimson red at the image of him pushing his cock into you and the need for him was almost unbearable.

“ Are you sure you want to…?” He asked, nervously raising his signature eyebrow.

You nodded shyly and placed your hands on his biceps as he looked down into your eyes.

“ Show me what you’ve got.” You whispered and he did.

Instantly, Jungkook pushed his hard cock into your seeping wet clit and slowly rocked his hips against yours, scared that he might hurt you. But when you moaned his name, he stopped, his heart beat racing fast.

“ Is something wrong?” You stammered in panic and he shook his head and smiled.

“ It’s just…when you said my name…”

The sound of his name falling from your lips gave him the boost of confidence, grinding his hips harder into yours, fore arms placed either side of your head, he thrusted his cock fast into your centre.

“ Jungkook, please go harder Jungkook.”

You gasped for air as his hips bucked into yours, his large cock was pounding ruthlessly into your clit and the sound of his name drove him insane. He fucked you harder when you moaned and lifted your right leg over his shoulder so that he could pump his cock harder into you.

“ Please, Jungkook.” You begged even though you didn’t know why.

“ Say it again baby, say my name.” He breathed raggedly, beads of sweat racing down his temple to his neck.

Your finger nails were piercing marks into his biceps and he hissed as it stung yet he still enjoyed the sharp sensation.

He pulled his cock out and you whined from the emptiness and as soon as you did he pushed it back in, his lips leaving fiery wet kisses all over your collarbone before sucking hard at the dark bruised skin, releasing another light moan from your swollen lips due to the burning sensation.

He pulled out: “ Bend over Y/N.”

Your body was screaming in exhilaration as you bent over and you felt his hands grab your waist firmly. He placed a light kiss on your shoulder blade and ran his hand through your damp hair, placing it all on one side.

She’s so beautiful he thought to himself as he admired you from behind. She’s all mine

“ I think I’m going to…” You admitted as you felt the head of his cock brush against your centre.

“ I know, I think I am going too.”

His face and chest was glistened in sweat but neither of you cared.

Jungkook wore a silly grin before slowly pressing his cock deep into you then thrusting in a fast rhythm, the smacking sound of skin against skin reflecting from the four walls and your light whimpers and gasps mixed with his quiet grunting being the only thing heard in the room.

He gripped you tighter as his cock pumped in and out, in out, fast and hard and the intensity and fire through you into a chaotic spiral of euphoria.

“ Oppa- i’m going to come-” You panted as you felt your walls tighten around his cock which continued to mercilessly drill into you, pushing hard in and out.

“ Come baby, come on.” He encouraged and you did, squirming as you felt yourself about to come and when you tried to pull away he held you closer and pumped fast, helping you to ride out your high.

Moments later Jungkook spilled himself into the condom and threw it away, collapsing beside you, panting out of breath and your muscles ached.

You lay under the thin sheet and Jungkook pulled your back to his chest so that you were facing the opposite direction.

His fingers drew lazy patterns on your shoulder and you smiled tiredly, enjoying the comfortable silence.

“ Jungkook?”

“ Hmm?” He mumbled, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder and neck, eyeing the purple love bite he left you in pride.

“ Where did you learn to do that..thing?” You asked curiously.

“ What thing?”

“ You know,that thing you did with your tongue" You bit your lip, embarrassed.

You felt Jungkook grin against your skin: “ I’m twenty, I know what I need to know.”

You erupted into a fit of giggles and turned over so that you were facing him, looking at his toothy grin.

“ And what else do you know, you shy baby bun?” You giggled teasingly, tucking your hair behind your ear. Jungkook smiled.

“ I know three things, I love you is the first,” He kissed your cheek and your heart skipped a beat at the small gesture.

“ The second being that i’m an adult now  not a shy baby bun.” He frowned mockingly.

“ And the third?” You pressed on.

Jungkook wore a wolfish grin and skimmed your waist with his fingers: “ That you’re up for a round two.”


Hey everyone! This is a special request for a lovely anon who is having exams and need a short scenario~ I never thought I would have been able to make it this fast but here you go!

Yoongi fluff-smut (1 003 words)

(I’ll make warnings for the readers who don’t wanna read the explicit parts) Enjoy!~


  You’ve been sitting on this freaking chair for hours; facing many papers with highlighted lines. Trying to memorize everything yet your eyes were crossing because of your lack of sleep and the words weren’t clear anymore. You threw your head back with a sigh and massaged the back of your neck which became numb. You checked your watch. 10 pm.

“I haven’t eaten yet and I’m still so late in my studies. I’ll never be able to memorize all of this tonight.” You were desperately staring at your papers as if they were some kind of evil object.

But your growling tummy made you stood up and guided you to the kitchen where you made you some quick sandwiches.

“To: Yoongi ♥

Could you come over? I need you so badly right now.”  You texted him as you walked back in the direction of your bedroom.

“From: Yoongi ♥

 What’s wrong darling?” He texted you back within a minute.

“To: Yoongi ♥

Exams…” A lump in your throat appeared at the same time as tears welled up in your burning eyes.

“From: Yoongi ♥

I’ll be there in 10, have you even eaten already?”

“To: Yoongi ♥

Thanks! Kind of…”

  You threw your phone in your desk drawer, trying to repeat in your head what you had just learned a few minutes ago. But nothing really came out as it must have. That’s when you heard a soft knock on your door.

“Come in.” Your weak voice ordered.

“How are you doing?” The raspy and calm voice of your boyfriend immediately relieved some of your stress.

“Honestly, any negative word could answer your question.” You didn’t even turn around to greet him.

“Don’t say those kinds of things.” His hand landed on your shoulders and his thumbs instantaneously started to gently rub them.

“What are you studying?” He leant on your right side and tenderly kissed your cheek.

“This.” You harshly respond as you shook one of the paper in front of his face.

“You’ve already been learning this subject a month ago, haven’t you?” He took the paper, consequently lifting off of your shoulders his warm and comforting hands.

You finally took the time to look at him; he was wearing a white shirt with some black jeans.

“I know… But it seems like I can’t recall a thing… I don’t know; it feels like I don’t understand anything at all. Why am I such a jerk?”

He put down the paper, revealing his face. He got some thick eye-liner which never fails to make him look even more attractive.

“I just think you need to rest a bit, ok?”

“No… I can’t allow myself to stop studying yet. I need to know it all; I can’t fail.” You took back the paper he just let down and started to read again and again the highlighted part as if it would get stuck into your head by using this method.

  Your boyfriend stayed silent and walked behind you. You wanted to ask him if he could help you revising this subject but you were too focused to do so. You were too focused until you felt his boiling breath crashing against the crook of your neck, following by his warm and soft lips which started to kiss your sensitive spot a million times.

“Yoongi I have to study. I called you other so you could help me. I never asked you to do that.” You shrugged your shoulders so your neck was difficult to access.

“You called me so I could help you, right?” His face was inches away from yours and all you were able to think was kissing his sweet lips.

“Right.” You could barely manage to say.

“So here I am, helping you to relax. You just need to get some rest (Y/N). Your brain needs to rest more than you think. That’s why you think you can’t recall a thing; you actually do. I promise you will slay this exam tomorrow.” He stretched out his pinky finger. “If you don’t, you’ll be able to punish me.” He smirked.

“Deal.” You finally gave in and shook your pinky finger with your boyfriend’s.

“How are you going to make me relax?” You had an idea, but you just wanted to see his reaction.

/!\ Smut part /!\

“Like that.” He stretched out his hand so you could take it and he lead you to your bed where he kindly made you lay down.

“I missed your kisses so much as I my butt was stuck on this freaking desk chair for days.” You pulled him so he was getting on top of you.

“I don’t wanna hear a single word about your studies.” He leant on you and quickly kissed your lips, making you craving for them. “It’s only about us right now.” He kissed you once again but your desire was too greedy for you only wanting his exquisite lips.

His mouth slided down your jaw line and your neck, leaving wet kisses on your skin. His hands which were rubbing your hips awoke your whole body.

“Let me work this out.” His low voice made your whole body shudder as he unbuttoned your jeans and slided them down with your panties.

You looked at him placing his face in-between your thighs before your eyes closed by themselves because of the heat wave that flew in you just as the pleasure settled down in your whole body and your mind, slowly forgetting about your exams.

His burning fingers slowly entered you as you could hold back a deep moan. He started to curl them as he made them go in and out of you.

“Yoongi…” You could hold back the pleasure but he started to play with your clitoris with his tongue and it was the end; you came a minute later.

/!\ End of the smut part /!\

“Was I helpful enough?” He smirked as he kissed your forehead.

“So helpful.” You were still panting but completely relaxed.


I hope you still enjoyed it cause I wrote it in a hurry within an hour so yeah… Comments are welcomed! Please let me know if it was good enough :3 ♥

Air Bender

A/N: Still sick and I am only half way through supernatural season ten and I don’t want to look at my dash because spoilers.

Warnings: Violence kind of, torture. Not major. Joking about Stony.

Word Count: 2603

Summery: Reader works for shield and then gets sent to work with the Avengers but becomes close with Pietro.

Your name: submit What is this?

“Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick, Nic-”

“What do you want woman?!” Fury shouted, stopping you from poking your arm. “Give me a mission, Nick, I’m so bored. I can’t stand it here.” Nick grumbled. “How about I make you a bet.”

“Talk old man.”

“You get Steve’s shield take a photo with it, without Steve knowing, I will give you a mission.” Nick smiled, that asshole.

“What’s the catch?”

“You got to stop whining and being annoying if you fail.”

“Dang Nick, that’s high stakes.” You said pretending to think about the deal. “You’re making this dang deal because I am stuck of never shutting up.” Nick groaned. “Fine, but aren’t you worried about my safety and my ‘top secret file’ with all that stupid jazz?” You asked, waving your hands in the air.

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Para 312: Rhythm of the night

Blaine smiled as he messed his hair up a little, but not so much that it didn’t appear styled at the same time. He was wearing his contacts as his doctor had given him permission to wear them at most twice a week or once if he was wearing them during filming and Blaine had taken this chance. He had outlined his eyes with thick eye liner and even put on a light lip base and light mascara.

He was wearing a leather jacket, leather turtle neck shirt, and black jeans with chains on them. He also had some black boots out ready to go. “So, hopefully you don’t mind not having the sexiest man tonight,” Blaine said. He was very glad that Kurt had been up for this. They needed this. 

CROSSFIRE Chapter 2 - Without A Trace

Author’s Note: So overwhelmed. Very much so. Didn’t expect the response to this new fic. This wasn’t my first bratva story and maybe it won’t be the last. Had so much positively across all my mediums: tumblr, Archive of our Own and Fanfiction.


Chapter 1 focused on Oliver Queen’s backstory, largely based on what I assumed were his early days in Russia and how it would be written. I saw the fight club photo and everything just developed from there. I hope I did justice in relating his current state of mind and the progressing character development.


This chapter will focus on Felicity Smoak. I’ve deemed it necessary to reboot her backstory for this fic to justify her being in Russia. This is AU after all. Her journey merits the same length of attention as Oliver’s because this is not Arrow TV and I’m an equal opportunity shipper. This isn’t just an Oliver-centric plot, it is about both Oliver and Felicity and the journey that brings them toward each other.


Had they not been stuck in inserting the Black Canary story line in the TV series, maybe this could have been the canon we would have embraced from the beginning. I know I would have, it was a more organic fit for me. But maybe it was just me. It’s a free country and It’s my opinion after all.  However, I’d appreciate a Hell Yeah if you agree.


I cannot stress enough how thankful I am to WalkingOlicity for the poster and all of you who have reblogged and shared this story. The word of mouth alone has done wonders for this story.


I know my limitations. I’m not the greatest writer. This, as was the case in all my other stories was born out of sheer love for my ultimate OTP.


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Without A Trace

Chapter 2


She had graduated with top honors at MIT at nineteen years of age, one of the youngest ever and one of the best.

She not only had a double major in cyber security and computer science. She also ranked second in a national wide National Information Technology contest entering last minute because her professors at MIT had nominated her as replacement for another student. Had she had more warning, she was sure she would have won the contest but that was all water under the bridge.

While she was already on the radar of most tech-based companies because of her early accomplishments, ending up runner-up had made her an even more precious gem.

In fact, even before her last term, she had firm offer sheets lined up but had hesitated to accept any of them as of yet. She wasn’t in a hurry. She told herself she had time.

She was wrong, so wrong.

Just a couple of months away from graduation her life had been turned upside down.

Her boyfriend, the man her heart had pegged as her future was unceremoniously arrested by the FBI in a daring campus daylight raid.  

She had later found out that among the items taken from his and his roommate’s dorm room were laptops and desktop computers among other tech gadgets that she later found out were part of an operation spearheaded by a professor who had always taken a special interest in Cooper Sheldon and Myron Scott his roommate.

They had been blackmailing government officials and private companies using intel they had acquired from illegal tapping and a code-breaking hacking program that allowed them access to private and confidential emails and information. Her code-breaking program, the one thing she regretted ever authoring because when planted into any computer this virus had the capability of extracting unlimited information, the same one she didn’t know her boyfriend had stolen from her for his use.

She had just left the library building and was making her way back to her boyfriend’s dorm when she first became aware of the commotion. As she was walking, people gave her a wide-berth as they always did because at that time she was still in her goth phase complete with thick black eye-liner, dyed black hair and a complete black ensemble.

MIT was a haven of self-expression. The IQ range of most of the students enrolled had sometimes led to certain quirks and idiosyncrasies and these were tolerated, borderline tolerated.

She kept a steady pace already picturing alternative routes to take to her boyfriend’s dorm if the swarm of people in front of her got unbearable. She had better things to do than waste her time joining the hoard of onlookers curiously watching the scene unfold.

She finally stopped walking when she first heard it. A burst of expletives from a voice that sounded familiar, very familiar. Cooper Sheldon, her boyfriend.

She moved automatically, pushing people out of the way so she could get a better vantage.

She reached the front just in time to hear Cooper shout out something about he being the greatest and that the FBI had nothing on him, a meeker Myron followed behind him, his hands handcuffed behind him.

She ran toward Cooper. It had been unexpected by the FBI that by the time they had reacted she already had both her hands on her boyfriend’s cheeks asking him what was happening in a voice filled with panic and confusion.


“Get her away!” She heard probably the senior FBI guy command and she was pulled away from Cooper kicking and screaming.

“Maybe we should haul her off with those two,” another agent suggested. “Seems like she knows the one well.”

The guy Felicity had pegged as the senior agent paused in thought for a moment, gave her a once over, then shook his head, “no we were ordered to take in just those two and that one professor.”

Originally posted by verdantarrow

 It had been hell week for Felicity after Cooper Sheldon had been taken in.

 Slowly, everything had unfolded half via the MIT grapevine and half because she had been ‘interviewed’ by both MIT officials and security officers about her connection and any light she could further shed.

The professor had wisely erased any trace that the program could have on her thinking he would claim the program for himself maybe, this was one-time she was at least thankful to have a professor who was more after his own gain.

What she had learned had made her doubt everything about her relationship with Cooper. Looking back, she had questioned why one of the campus heartthrobs, yeah because in her eyes Cooper was that good looking, had started to take an interest in her, goth her.

As dumb as it made her out to be she finally pieced together the why.

They had shared just one class together. A cyber security class that only students with superior coding skills were allowed to take.

She had presented a capsule version of her code-breaking program that was designed to filter through key words and numbers and finding that combination, allowed access to unlimited data. It was by definition that next level hack program and was considered extremely dangerous in the wrong hands.

Her professor for that course had tried to encourage her to go steps further, developing it into a full program on the side but while she appreciated the interest, she was smart enough to spot warning bells. While she had constantly toed the line between what was legal and beyond legal, what with the skill she had and the kind of blanket reinforcement the school provided, she was also very much aware of the danger.

It was after her rejection of the suggestion of her professor that Cooper and started to seek her out and she had fallen for him, hard.

She had gone through all the stages before she had arrived at the conclusion that she still had her whole life ahead of her. Fuck Cooper Sheldon!

That the FBI had never been able to link her successfully to what her professor, Cooper, Myron and a few other students had going was a blessing.

With recognition that she still had her whole life ahead of her and firmly putting the past behind her, she made a change. One of those life-altering ones that made her more than excited for what the future had in store for her.

With barely two months left before graduation, she went through the job offers she had with renewed vigor. Narrowing it down to a couple of companies that had potential to be innovation giants in the making. Wayne Enterprises and Queen Consolidated.

At the moment, Wayne Enterprises was on the top of her list having had the privilege of being interviewed by the Lucius Fox himself in person.

While she was being offered an almost entry-level position in the company, the way Mr. Fox described her path was very appealing to her. As the innovations in technology leveled-up, so would her career since she would be part of the team from its infancy stage.

She was a little disappointed that Walter Steele had sent a representative instead of flying out himself but she had understood why or at least tried. Queen Consolidated was undergoing more than a few vicissitudes as a corporation. With Robert Queen recently declared presumed-dead together with his son, a major shake-up was happening inside the company. It would be idiotic to demand Walter Steele’s presence given the situation.

She took a moment to think about Robert Queen and his legacy. The man was one of her idols having built QC from the ground and up. She was sorry the man had passed. The son however, she knew nothing about. She didn’t even spare him a second of consideration. What was his name? Orlando? Oscar? Oliver?

She took one last look at herself, her new self, very blond and bespectacled versus her previous very black mane and colored contacts.

She was also dressed completely different from her grunge look. These days she sported more color, preferring a combination of loud colors than normally wouldn’t work well together.

Yeah, these days she radiated a ball of very bright and blinding spectrum.


Seventy-two weeks.

That was how long she had been forced to work for the underground mob.

Hindsight she deduced they had probably been monitoring her activities longer than she thought.

She had her future all mapped out. Had decided surprising in accepting QC’s offer over WE. She was in a taxicab with her two big suitcases. One housed her clothes and shoes, the other carried the same and had a few of her gadgets packed inside. A girl could never have too many tech-related stuff. Beside her she had her laptop and a tablet.

She had been half-asleep when it happened. It was just past three in the morning and she was on her way to the airport to a new life in Starling City.

A throng of black SUV’s not unlike what the FBI had used months back had cornered the taxi she was in.

Her first thought was that her past had continued to haunt her. She could never shake her affiliation with Cooper away.

But then she heard a string of guttural words that definitely did not sound like the American language. Foreign sounding, one of those Eastern European countries.

She had never realized how much of the world she didn’t know until the underworld had gotten to her.

The cab driver was as dead as the countless number of bullet holes in his body. 

She had disappeared, vanished without a trace. Forced to erase herself by the mob.

She had no choice in the matter. It wasn’t just her life that was being threatened, so was the life of the mother she loved but had little in common with.

Somehow they had gotten video footage of her mother, several, with different time and day stamps that Felicity had no doubt had not been tampered with.

She had given up her future in exchange for the safety of her mother, a mother she would never see again. The one who would think she had died on her way to the airport because the mob had come prepared. They had a body that was roughly suppose to represent her that they had burned beyond all recognition and camouflaged it by exploding the cab. Inside were the cab driver and an identified woman.

That was the deal.

No one would be searching for her.

No one had reason to.

Originally posted by callistawolf


He appraised his surroundings.

His senses were tingling. His gut was once again telling him to look around more thoroughly.

He honed his hearing to shut out unnecessary noise something he had learned on the Island. There it was, that faint sound again.

A grunt then a groan, someone was out there.

“Help me.”

He heard a faint whisper then a muffled and very low whisper that normal hearing would never be able to pick up. But his hearing was anything but normal. Not since his island experience.

He trekked deeper into the darkened alley, unsure what to expect but anticipating the worst as always.

The first thing his eyes registered was a blur of color, bright against the dark.

Then he heard it again, a moan. Then maybe because whoever had registered footsteps, a gasp and then a flurry of clatter.

He approached the unknown deliberately.

He had no need for a weapon. He was the weapon.

What he saw was the last thing he would ever think to ever see, at least not here in this corner of the world.

A blond woman, barely in her twenties in a splash of what would have once been a pink and orange dress but was now dirtied and torn in several places, noticeable bruises with a speck of dried blood trailing from her mouth.

What the hell had he stumbled on?

She scuttled back until she hit a wall.

“I won’t hurt you.”

Felicity heard the voice of the silhouette of a very large man who seemed even larger because of her angle looking up from the floor.

American. Definitely the accent was American, quite rare on this side of the world.  

He looked burly enough to be a thug but then again Russian were very particular about their operations. They wouldn’t just invite anyone into the fold.

No, this man was definitely not part of the mob.

Unlike her, she was very much part of the organization. She had been transported from the US to the heart of the mob operations because her skills had proven to be an undeniable asset.

Oh she still had days of insurgence. Days when she woke up and felt like she wanted to rebel but always the mob had dangled her mother’s life above her head.

Just earlier today she had been tasked to erase all documentation of a large shipment of drugs that was to dock in US territory in a few hours. Her little mutiny had resulted in the delay in the delivery of shipment costing the mob millions and her, a few souvenir bruises.

Oh they never went further than a few bumps and scratches, she was an important part of the operation, almost irreplaceable actually.

She was expected to brush of her physical injuries as job hazard and report for work the next day like it was nothing.

“Who’s there? Come out.”

Because her curiosity had gotten the better of her, because she had missed hearing that accent and it had so felt like home, she carefully pushed herself by her hands from the floor to her feet stepping forward tentatively until she was finally face to face with the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.



Eeeep. Checking myself for physical injuries incase someone tried to stab me for stopping here.