#time to rake in that ghost fucker money

[paint-the-walls-white]

Gasoline

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x OC! Charlotte "Charles" Weber

Warnings: Violence, Drugs, Sexual Themes, R18

Part 1

Charlotte Weber, heir to the Weber Cartel in Frankfurt, Germany. She had never asked to participate, in fact she despised the idea of her families wealth coming from such a disgraceful business, but she had no choice.

As a child, she had been very extroverted and made many friends, which eventually wanted to go to her house. Her mother, Anneliese Weber, had allowed it but her father, Henry Weber, was completely against it.

He never really showed Charlie affection, in fact he wanted a son, but after complications with her birth, Anneliese was unable to have any more children. Hence why Henry referred to Charlotte as "Charles."

On the day her friends came over for a sleep over they had played the entire day. They spent their time running around outside, swimming in the pool, painting each others nails; all things little girls did. But when everyone was asleep, one of her friends had gotten up to get water, unaware of what was happening downstairs.

There was Henry, Seven heavily armed men, and a woman tied to a chair. Henry had beaten the poor lady black and blue, demanding information, but she refused to reveal anything. That's when she was shot in the head. Charlies friend screamed, alerting the men of her presence.

Let's just say none of her friends or their families were heard from again.

Charlies father had been so disappointed in her for causing the mess that he had almost disowned her then and there, which would have lead to her death. Instead she begged, pleading for his forgiveness. Charlie told him that she would do anything to have him forgive her, which is exactly when she was turned into a gopher.

After years of working off her debt and earning her fathers forgiveness, he started paying her an insignificant wage; It was pennies compared to what anyone else got. She barely made 5 Euros an hour. Charlotte wanted to get a regular job, but her father held her mistake over her head, intent on keeping her in his iron clad grasp.

By the time she was twenty two, Charlotte was on her way to saving up to run away. Only a few more deliveries and she would be free to flee to another country. But everything went south on Valentines Day.

While in the process of counting the money, the door was beat down. Several armed men swarmed the warehouse. It was the Special Air Services, The SAS.

The horror that raked through her system had Charlie frozen. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not until she was gone. No no no no.

She pulled her balaclava over her face and pulled on her hoodie on, attempting to run for the emergency exit. She had just gotten out the door when she was faced with several semi-automatic rifles pointed at her.

Charlotte immediately threw her hands up. Her breath was shaky, horrified tears threatened to spill. She was dropped to her knees with a forceful kick and cuffed. She looked up and locked eyes with a Skull mask.

It was Ghost. It had to be. She heard the stories, everyone had. If you saw him, you were dead.

"We Got' him Boys. Get Charles in the Humvee, Soap can handle the rest of these fuckers. He's Mine."

Charlotte was hauled to her feet. Charles? That's what her dad called her. They thought that was her name? She wasn't a boy!

She was thrown into the truck, landing flat on her ribs. The air was knocked from her lungs. She could barely breath with the mask on.

Ghost scoffed, pulling her to her feet and ripping her hoodie and mask off. His eyes widened for a quick second before narrowing into a murderous glare.

"Who t'fuck are you? Where the fuck is Charles?" He tightly grabbed her by the hair and forced her to lock eyes with him.

"I-I am! I'm Charles! Charlotte, my name is Charlotte-! Ow- Let go!"

She pulled from his grasp as he stood, towering above her. He punched the wall of the truck twice, signaling for the driver to get moving. Charlotte just sat there, head pressed against the wall of the truck as they drove. She was so tired. Maybe this would be her ticket out.

"When we get back to base, you better answer all our fuckin' questions. Don' give us any bullshit answers neither."

Charlotte just tiredly nodded, refusing to meet his gaze. Ghost sat across from her, assault rifle at the ready. She just wanted to sleep. She closed her eyes for a few hours, half aware of her surroundings. Charlotte was never a heavy sleeper, but she was really tired. She had been working overtime to try and escape, but it looks like it was all for nothing.

Before she knew what was happening, Charlotte woke up in a small room with beige walls and a concrete floor, cuffed to a metal table bolted to the ground. She wasn't going anywhere, even if she wanted to.

As she tried to focus her vision, blinking the sleep from her eyes, she watched three men walk into the room, two of them standing behind her and the other sitting across from her with several manilla folders. She recognized one of the men behind her as Ghost, but the other two she only identified by their nametags: MacTavish and Price.

"What.. Where am I..?" Price placed a glass of water in front of her and linked his finger together.

"Morning Weber. We have a few questions we need you to answer."

"I.. Ok.. What do you want..?"

He slid a picture across the table. It was her father shaking hands with another man, several armed men she recognized from the cartel surrounding them.

"We need to know where your father is and what kind of deal he made with this man."

"I-I'm sorry but I have no idea, I'm not involved in his business affairs."

"I hate to break it to you love, but that's bullshit. We know you have been making deliveries for him for years." Price rubbed at the bridge of his nose in frustration.

Charlotte swore up and down that she had no idea who the man was or what kind of deal they made. She informed them that she was merely a gopher.

"That's all I've ever been." She wiped away the frustrated tears with her sleeve, meeting her hand halfway to the table because of the restriction around her wrists.

Ghost scoffed, "Cut the act. This ain't our first rodeo."

He placed the barrel of his gun to her head, "Better start fucking talking." Fear ran down her spine as she heard the click of the safety being turned off.

"I swear! I don't know! Please, you have to believe me!"

She frantically locked eyes with Price. He sighed and made a motion at Ghost, who turned his gun around and punched her in the head with the butt of the gun, knocking her unconscious.

"Did we really have to knock her unconscious? The Lass seemed pretty adamant.." Soap hauled Charlotte over his shoulder and carried her down the hall.

"She didn't want to talk, this is the consequence. We'll get our answers one way or another."

Ghost had taken his job very seriously. If he showed even the slightest bit of remorse or hesitance, he wouldn't be an effective soldier and he wouldn't be a Lieutenant.

They needed to know why the Weber family had made a deal with the Volkov's. If they were expanding their territory to Russia as they had suspected, they needed to stop them ASAP.

They had migrated to another room that was obviously used for torture. It was more for show than anything, most of the time when people saw the room they spilled everything, but those who didn't...

Let's just say the room was used for it's intended purpose.

Charlotte was strapped to the chair in center of the room. They brought a stick of smelling salts to her nose, causing her to jerk violently awake.

A knife was pressed to her throat. Ghost growled in her ear, "Tell us what you know. Everything."

"I-I don't know anything! I swear, please-" The blade of the knife dug into her skin, small beads of blood collecting on the knife. Tears welled in her eyes as she grit her teeth.

"I don't know."

Ghost tsked at her, pulling away. He stepped out for a moment and entered the room with a dog on a chain.

"This hear is Paisley. If you don't start talking, I will give her a command and she. Will not. Stop. Do I make myself clear?"

The dog started barking aggressively. Regardless of how scared she was, Charlotte took a deep breath and locked eyes with him. The determined look in her eye wavered for a second, but she maintained her composure.

"I really don't know who that man is or what deal my father made. I know that my father runs a cartel, I know that we supply copious amounts of cocaine, and I know he wishes he had a son."

Her breath turned shaky as she swallowed the hard lump in her throat, trying to keep the tears at bay, "I also know that he doesn't give a shit about what happens to me. He doesn't tell me about any business transactions, at least not the big ones. I'm just a gopher.. Nothing more than a mule.."

Charlotte sobbed, she hoped that they believed her, but expected them to let the dog loose anyways.

"I've always wanted his approval, but I've known for a long time I was never going to get it. I've been trying to get out of this family for four years, but I can't...Not yet.."

Ghost barked a command and the dog stopped barking, sitting quietly. He knelt in front of her, lifting her face forcefully to meet his. His gaze pierced through her. She would have been terrified if she wasn't so tired.

"Lying Bitch." He threw her head away from him and her expression soured. She spit in his face and he back handed her.

The defiant look in her eye didn't break, even as the taste of copper flooded her mouth. She simply spit out the blood onto his shoe and averted her gaze, refusing to talk any further.

Ghost wanted to kill her for that small act alone, but he didn't. He knew she had information. She had to have something.

Charlotte knew who the man was, of course she did. She had seen him talking to her father on many occasions as a child. She never knew what they were talking about, but she could infer that it was a deal to expand the Weber territory into Russia where the Volkov's would get a cut of whatever deals were made there. But she also knew if she ratted them out, she would be as good as dead and she would never have a chance of living peacefully.

So even when they had her strung up by her arms, barely touching the floor on her toes as the cuffs bit into her wrists and they punched her in the stomach, she didn't talk.

Even when she was kept awake for hours, she didn't talk. Not even for a glass of water or a bite of food. She couldn't, not with the fear of what would happen to her out there if she did.

Every time they punched her, she would kick at them, getting one good one in before her legs were restrained too. At this point it became a waiting game. She watched, learning every move and every schedule so she could eventually make her escape.

After what felt like a month, she finally took her chance, late in the night. She hoisted herself up so she could plant her legs on a near by shelf, giving her enough leverage to pull a bobby pin from her hair where she carefully picked at the lock of her cuffs with the pin in her teeth, easing onto her feet. Finally free from the cuffs she grabbed the shelf off the wall and waited behind the door. They wouldn't know she was missing until they entered the room which is when she would strike.

The second Ghost walked in, the blunt force of a two by four slammed into the back of his head, knocking him to the ground. He groaned in pain, but fell on unconscious. It was Tuesday, he would be the only one coming in the morning, so she had time to strap him to the chair and make a break for it.

She had been so careful, had gotten so close. Until she ran into Soap.

"What the- How did you escape Lass!" He called into the radio for Ghost but he didn't answer so she ran. Charlotte ran to the only place she knew a weapon would be available; the room she just left Ghost in.

When she entered she slammed the door behind her. She held the door, catching her breath before a bicep wrapped around her neck.

"Ya got the drop on me, but you fucked up real bad Love." He squeezed his arm around him, making her claw at his arm.

"I'm not your Love, and I'm not fucking telling you anything."

Soap burst through the door out of breath, "She's a slippery one ain't she?"

"Why are you bein' so fuckin' difficult? We can keep you safe from this shit if you tell us what you know."

She fell limply in his arms, tired of running, tired of fighting. She wanted to keep her family safe, but she was tired. They never returned the favor and they never would anyways.

Charlotte nodded, "Ok.. I'll talk.."

#simon riley x OC #simon ghost riley #ghost smut #ghost cod #tw drugs

[owenwilsonsbestfriend]

I’m going to start a haunted city tour company called Hot Single Spirits in Your Area and watch the money roll in

#time to rake in that ghost fucker money #I would charge so much #I’d have to do a second walk through every night to clean and also apologize to any offended spirits #it would go like this #quick story about the ghost #interested living people would come to the front #cat call the ghost for one minute #then we move on #solid business plan I think #i’m not a monsterfucker i swear #ghosts #spirits #ghost #monster #gothic #southern gothic #haunted #haunting

[kewltie]

Katsuki’s backlog of military pension from the Imperial Homeworld arrives thirteen cycles after he’d finally settled on a newly minted colony outpost in Wild Space. He’d given more than twenty years of his life to the Empire and its glory and they still half-ass his retirement.

Fucking figures. Useless bureaucracy as always.

His pension landed with a dropship of shipments from a nearby space station. Katsuki half expected some kind of parade of medals and acclaims, and enough credits lining his bank account to tide him over for several generations, because Bakugou Katsuki is a goddamn war hero. He’d carried more than his weight in battle and had fought on the frontline of the Empire’s wars since he learned how to carry a gun and shoot a man at eleven on one of the Empire’s offshoot colonies.

He’s a soldier through and through, and he’d paid his dues. It’s now their turn.

What actually steps out of ship is neither some fanciful rewards or some official congratulating on his overdue retirement, but a young man with curls of green hair that reminds him of an overgrown bush and the greenest pair of eyes to match. He even got freckles dusting his face and decked out in gleaming gemstones that covered his ears, hands, neck, and wrists. He is a walking treasury of the Empire, wearing a thin long flowy dressrobe too flimsy and delicate for the kind of harsh climate in CAPU VI, and his long hair is pinned up with a flower ornamental headpiece dyed in crimson colors.

Their eyes meet and Katsuki’s pension dip his eyes as his cheeks stained a soft hue of pink. “Colonel Bakugou,” he says, lowering his head and his long lashes dipping with deference. “I’ve come on the behest of the Empire as a reward for your honorable service and duty to the Imperial Homeworld.”

Katsuki drags his hand down his face and groans as Kaminari whistles appreciatively next to him. “Oh Merciful Thane, they got you a courtesan as your pension,” he says, barely containing his amusement. “What were they even thinking?!”

“Those fucking nutjobs,” Katsuki grumbles.

Courtesan. A fancy nomer for the flowers of the Core Worlds. Genetically engineered humans with spliced genes from various plants, they're bred and raised to be the companion of the elites. Docile, submissive, and blindingly loyal to their master; they're worse than actual pets.

Katsuki crossed path with a few of them in the past through public functions pushed by the Imperial's propaganda machine, because someone got to nicely package war to the ignorance mass. All the courtesans he'd previously encountered were all pretty smiles, well mannered, and soft spoken. They were so goddamn perfect in presentation that it was like talking to an empty headed doll. It had grinded his gears then and it still grinds his gears now. What the fuck is Katsuki even supposed to do with some artificial created flower doll?

Sheltered in the cradle of the Core Worlds, these courtesan certainly never know the meaning of starvation, never dirty their hands in a hard day of work, and certainly had never step foot on some far flung planet and told to survive they must fight and kill the enemies in front of them.

Katsuki had worked his ass off to be able to finally retired deep in Wild Space, far from the Empire's reach, so he can live a life away from the bloodshed and deaths of war after having endured it enough to last several lifetimes.

But, of course the Empire continues to fuck him over even now.

He gazes at the Empire's last fuck you to him, brows pinching in thought. Shipping him back would be an annoyance, too many toes he would have stepped on, but worth it.

The courtesan gives him a tentative smile under the intense scrutiny. Cool. Professional. And just downright perfect. "I'm Izuku from the Misty Rain Teahouse," he introduces himself.

Misty Rain, a famous teahouse that had train some of the best courtesans in the galaxy and Izuku is one of theirs. At least the Empire is not that much of a stingy ass autocracy to skimp out on his pension even if their gift is completely useless and inconvenience to him in this part of space.

"I don't care what the fuck your name is or where you came from," Katsuki says with narrowed eyes, "because you're going hop right back on that damn ship. I don't have time to take care of some pamper pet trying to warm my bed when this hellhole of planet is going to fuck me sideways if I'm not careful."

Izuku flinches, but holds his head high and shoulders firm. "I--," his cheeks redden as he clear his throat, "I'm not here to be just your b-bed partner, Colonel Bakugou. I'm to be your husband. You made an acquisition for a spouse with the VA and I'm here to fulfill it."

A beat of deathly silence, then, "what?" Katsuki demands with an outraged hiss.

Kaminari's brows shoot up to hairline at that revelation. "Sol's galactic balls, they sent you an equivalent of a mail order bride!" He clutches his stomach, and laughs and laughs like the idea is so absurd it got to be some sort of a joke. "I didn't think you were that lonely to be in a need of a spouse, Bakugou."

Katsuki's eyes flashes toward Kaminari and he smacks him at the back of his head for the trouble. "Shut your fucking mouth before I stapled it shut," he threatens.

Kaminari just grins and mines zipping his mouth in the face of Katsuki's glare and fury. "Aye, aye, sir," he says with a lazy salute that makes Katsuki bristle. They’re out of uniform, but doesn’t mean Kaminari can be indolent with his manners.

Katsuki consider throwing him in the compactor for his casual insubordination, but he's shorts on extra hands at his ranch and Kaminari when he's not speaking is actually a good engineer. He sighs, and turns back to the other problem at hand, who is sparing him a hopeful smile.

Katsuki rakes a hand through his hair furiously, before biting the bullet. "Look, I didn't make any formal request for a spouse," he tells Izuku. "So you can go back and tell those fuckers that they had made a mistake. I wanted my pension in credits at least and not a damn bedwarmer."

"B-but," Izuku's green go wide with hurt, "I got your signature here right here, sir." He pulls up a holocron page on his wrist and there's a digital footprint of Katsuki's signature on it. "You signed the paperwork so we're officially married under the Empire's purview."

Katsuki’s jaw locks, hands curling at his side as a windswept murderous rage set in. He thinks of that boy orphaned by war, who had learned how to wield a gun and shoot a man down long before he even knew the warmth of another home; his hands are uncleaned.

Twenty years. Twenty fucking years that he had let them strung him up like a toy soldier so he can bleed on foreign soil countless time, spearheaded invasions, and waged wars for the Empire's ambition that had left him half mad and lost in a sea of the ghost of his compatriots.

He was done. Done with their damning blood wars. Never again will he played into their hands. The day after they had pinned another the medal of honor on his chest, he'd sent in his retirement papers and that was that. Only thirty years old, but he was already a veteran of hundreds of wars.

It only took watching a friend get shot way too many times, that there's no honor or glory in burying the dead and having to grip the hand of someone you had slept and fought side by side with as they breathed their last breath. Katsuki was tired of it all. Losing and losing and losing, even when he had come out of each battle unscathed. Using the blood money they had given him and had accumulated over the years, he bought several acres of land and within a year he managed to carve a life for himself here in the Wild Space.

He'd never consider that escaping from the Empire's machination would even remotely entrap him with a damn husband for a spy later.

"I don't need or want you, so fuck off!" Katsuki spits out. This man before him reeks of the Empire's ploy to have him fall back into their grip. He would foolish to assume that once he hung up his guns and assumed a civilian identity that they would just leave him the fuck alone. He’s too good of a soldier to be ever truly let loose in society.  

Once a dog of war, always a dog of war.

 "I'll double whatever they'd paid you to be here,” Katsuki continues to offer with a glower.

Izuku blinks, taken back his sharp words as hurt flashes across his face, but he swiftly recovers with a steady voice that had been practice a million times before. "Colonel Bakugou, it is of great privilege to be able to serve you,” he says, the words flowing out of him easy and true. “You are not only a hero of the Empire, but the hero, the White Wolf, who had ravaged Epsilon VX and saved the Citadel from the Anrhon." He drops his gaze to the ground. "I was chosen specifically as reward for all your accolades. I deeply apologize that you do not find me to your taste or use."

Kaminari jabs him in the side with his sharp elbow. "Couldn't you be more considerate?" he hisses. "You're going to make him cry!"

Katsuki turns to him and glares. "I fucking didn't ask for him or any of this! I just want those fuckers at HQ to leave me the fuck alone." He switches his attention back to the new baggage that was dropped in his lap unceremonly and finds him hunch over, eyes still downcast, and so out of place at this shitty spaceport with all expensive jewelries and clothes. And fuck.

He sighs, dragging a hand down his face at this entire fucked up fiasco.

Izuku jerks his head up suddenly. "If General Bakugou wish for me to leave, I would," he starts, voice hesitant and wary, "but as the next transport shuttle won't depart to the core worlds till next quarter, I cannot leave yet."

Katsuki groans in defeat, because what the fuck.

When he'd chosen this quadrant of the in the outer rims, Wild Space, because he had wanted to put as much distance from the reaches of the Empire as possible and this part of space is harsh and still mostly untamed. It takes the Empire too much manpower to maintain control of the independent colonies this far off the rim. And very few seek to settle on this last frontier of the galaxy where raiders, slavers, and the worst kind of people make their home here. The colonists that landed here either has no other choice left or they're just plain mad. Katsuki is neither, because he's very good with a gun and he always like a challenge.

It's much easier to find shuttles that take the passengers here then is it to find one that is willing to take them back, because very few does. The outer rims will chew you up and spit you out all wrong and fucked up that you become unrecognizable. This place is not made for pretty, delicate flowers like Izuku. "Fine, fucking fine," he growls out, frustration thickening his voice. He's not that much of an asshole to leave his not-spouse stranded and alone in this hellhole. "You can stay with me for now. Temporary until I figure what to do with you." He scowls. "But as soon as the next shuttle arrived, you're going to drag your ass on that ship and never come back here, do you hear me?"

Izuku lights up, eyes bright as his hands clasped together. "Thank you, thank you so much, sir. I will not drag you down and will work hard to earn my bedding and food."

"So," Kaminari muses, "you got a free labor and companionship for an entire three months. Fun times ahead."

Katsuki’s scowl deepens. "Fun my ass." He rolls his eyes. "Come on, get your luggage and throw it in Kaminari's hovercar. We're heading back to my ranch and it's a long and bumpy ride hed."

Izuku shuffles forward hopefully. "Yes, sir." Then, he stops and winces. "My luggages are quite a lot. I'm sorry that it might be a tight squeeze in the hovercar for all three of us."

Katsuki snorts. "It’s fine. I didn't come here with him on the hovercar anyway. I have my own ride."

He prefers to travel around on his cy-bike anyway. It's faster, smaller, and his. Less chance of other people riding along, because he hates having passengers on his bike anyway.

"Oh," Izuku breathes, his eyes widening with delight and curiosity, "I've never been on a cy-bike before." He looks hopefully at Katsuki. "May I ride with you, general?"

Katsuki's brow twitches as Kaminari snickers beside him at the audacity of this sheltered flower from the core worlds. Suicidal or mad, he thinks in annoyance, these are the people that chose to come here. Izuku might be both. Sol, the boy is both. "You," he points at Izuku, then to himself with narrowed and skeptical eyes, "want to ride with me."

"Yes." Izuku nods eagerly. "May I? I promise to behave!"

Katsuki rubs his throbbing forehead and sighs. "I don't take passenger," he says, "and especially when you're wearing that." He gestures to Izuku – to the delicate, fine silk skirt of his long dressrobe that swamped his person. "It's going to tear into the fabric and you're going to be upset about your ruined clothes."

Izuku looks down at his chosen attire, frowns, and then with no hesitation he bends down, reaches for his skirt and tears right into it. His hands pull taught at the material like a fine knife cutting through water. Seamless, clean, it goes all the way around him till whatever remains is a very, very short skirt that hang loose mid-thigh,  making him look like one of those port hookers ready to drop their clothes for ten credits.

A treasured courtesan, raised in the core worlds with all its luxury and wealth, had ripped his overprice damn robe in front of them with no shame. "Will that do?" Izuku asks earnestly, holding the piece of fabric he had torn in his grip. "Or should I make it even shorter?"

Kaminari makes a scandalized sound next to him that sound like dying horine. "Fine, you win," Katsuki drawls out, mostly exasperated but also slightly impressed. This shittyass galaxy that had made children into soldiers and soldiers into monsters, he wouldn’t surprise if the flower before him will also grow some teeth one day.

Honestly, fuck them all. Clearly, Izuku has no intention to give him any peace or quiet in the next several months that he’s stuck here with Katsuki.

#bakudeku #fic snippet #mail order bride in space #or really #space farmers au

[clearlyswagmentality]

Mafias sweet revenge Pt 1

What type of justice is this?!

How can you break the pencil in the first day of court?!" I asked shocked from what the judge had decided for my uncle.

"My father is better than half of the higher ups you serve! But you'd rather turn a blind eye to them because you get money with every win they have! Be it using illegal ways or not! How the fuck is this fair!!" Alex shouted, trying to walk towards the judge in sheer anger.

Lexi then stepped forward in the mist of the group of people that were becoming riled up "Don't you have any family? If they were suddenly announced to be hanged for no good bloody reason, what would you do?!" Lexi screamed tears rolling down her face as her brothers tried to calm her.

"Don't worry dad justice will be served!!" Alex said his hand going towards his waste band, which was covered by his blazer to get his gun out but he was to slow in the action, Sam had realised and pulled him out of the court before he could do anything

"You fucking bastards!!" I heard some one in the court shout which brought be out of my trance like state, and my shock turned into pure furry, I moved forward before anybody could stop me.

I gripped the the judges collars with both hands and pulled him down from his all mighty throne  to my eye level.

"Luis !Luis stop!" Michael shouted as he tried to pry my hands of the son of a bitch.

"Luis" I heard the faint voice of my uncle but my anger was too high so I ignored his call.

Looking at the bastard's face "Is this your justice?Do you feel no remorse?! Look into my eyes and tell me! What do you call a man who killed an innocent?! A judge or a murderer! Put your hand on your heart and tell me!!" I shouted the man didn't even look at me, the nerve of this man.

Michael was still pulling at my arms "let go of him man!!"

"sir please let go" Is this BASTARD for real? he isn't even looking at my eyes and he wants me to let go. Not happening, not till I get my answers.

The little minions by his sides also trying to calm me but it wouldn't work, not when this bastard can't even look at my face for doing what he just did "Please be calm sir"

I wanted, no needed a reason "Is there ever justice without humanity?! Did you ever think when you decided, that this man has a family that he loves?! Did you think about us?! Did you?! Look into my eyes! if you have a heart, look into my eyes judge!!"I shouted

"Speak! Who's fucking bitch are you!! Who's!!!!" I waited for an answer or a reaction but none he was just turning his face away from me, avoiding my eyes. Fine.

"Look at me! And look at me good!! Because from this day forward I will NEVER, let you see the light of day again!!!"

"LUIS!!!!" The shout of my uncle pulled to me and I looked at him, the sight of him with soldiers at either side of him, and the sad look of defeat that was shown in his eyes, eyes that once held a crazy, happy look tore my heart to pieces and my arms dropped to my side. My thought were going hay wire as i watched them start to guide my uncle towards the exit of the court room, suddenly a breeze flew right passed my ears, and a heart wrenching screams of the women in the room tore through the place. Our people all unsheathed their hidden guns and pointed it in the direction the bullet came from, windows were breaking with men in black running in, at this point all hell had broken lose and people around us were panicking looking for an escape, it was is though my legs were chained to the ground for a minute.

This time, I heard the second shot,

My breath got caught in my throat as I see him look at his chest, grabbing it, then looking, his eyes searching for something amidst the battle and land on me, looking straight into my eyes...

"Dad!" I hear Alex scream as he runs into the court room and sees his father, he then ran towards him covering him and shooting enemies trying to get close to his father, who was swaying on his feet.

It was as though everything had slowed down, I forgot about the fight and dashed towards him  pulled out both of my guns and shot the fucker who had hit him.

I let my guns fall out of my hands whilst in shock "No! No! No! N-N-No Un-uncle Al" I teared up, catching him from the front mid fall and slowly kneeling, holding his weight in my arms and hugging him tight the bullet must have exited through the back where blood was gushing out  attempting to cover the bullet hole I cover it with my hands, staining them red. Two men were protecting me and Uncle Al, stopping any one from coming close. His chin was rested on my shoulder, He starts coughing the strength of it coursing through my body too.

" I did good right? Hmm" and a tear leaves my eye, I couldn't bear the thought of him leaving  "You were a reward that god gave to the whole f-family in this life-" another wave of coughs raked his body.

" No! PLEASE GOD NO! Don't leave! I'll take you to the hospital a-and it will be alright! It will all be alright d-don't w-wor-ry!" I said crying; my hands trembling over his wound, my Ming fumbled with trying to fund a solution, anything to help him. "We'll get you to a H-Hospital, d-don't w-worry!" I say tears staining my face. I frantically looked around for someone who wasn’t busy fighting "CALL A DOCTOR!! SOMEONE CALL A FUCKING DOCTOR!!!!" I shouted whilst holding up his weight, he slightly pushed himself away to look at me using my shoulders to keep his balance. I could practically feel his body trembling to stay up.

"Its all right you don't h-have to, It's all r-right ... J-Just p-promis me that you'll look after the fa-family..." he says out of breath and coughing up blood, some of it spluttering onto my face, His tear rimmed tear rimed eyes stared back at me.

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! JUST S-SHUT UP!!!!! WHY WOULD I LOOK AFTER THE FAMILY WHEN YOUR HERE?! WHY WOULD I TAKE CATE OF THEM! YOU SAID YOU W-WOULDN'T EVER LEAVE ME AG-AGAIN! S-SO P-PLEASE DON'T LEAVE, YOU P-P-PROMISED!" I said sobbing my hands shaking and grabbing his hand with my stained hands; he smiles again two big tears rolling down his face

"Sssssshhhhh, d-d-don't cry when I leave, I'm not s-sad but h-happy I'll be seeing my family I m-missed-" cough cough " my brother, my nephew, sister in law a-and my beautiful wife" he said a coughing fit taking over, more of his blood splattering on my face... I felt frustrated not knowing how to help him, angry tears roll down my face, he wipes my tears away with the pad of his thumb as a father would do... "take care of A-Alex for me...I L-L-Love you b-both"he whispered giving me a smile as he wiped yet another one of my tears...as I lean into his touch, the warmth of his hands leave me, his head falls back onto my shoulders his hands fall limp to his side, I catch his body trembling under the weight "N-N-NO!! NOOOO! P-PLEASE! NO! Y-YOU C-C-CANT! Y-YOU CANT LEAVE ME!!! WAKE UP!!!" I scream my hands tremble as I push his face back and grab him from the shirt collars shaking him, wanting him to wake up, "YOU PROMISED ME! YOU FUCKING PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T LEAVE ME AGAIN!! OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES PLEASE! IM B-BEGGING YOU! OPEN YOUR EYES!!!!!! ", his once colour filled face, was already turning pale and his lips starting to lose their rosy colour... I hated him, I hated him for leaving me alone in this colourless world....

I slowly lay his body down, holding his head up whilst taking off my blazer and rolling it up and placing it as a cushion on the floor. I suddenly felt a pain shoot through my left shoulder nearly causing me to lose my strength but I then gently lower his head my tears dropping onto his face, mixing with his own. I gently use the pad of my thumb and wipe the tears of his face and close his ghost like glass eyes, and looked at him one last time. I felt numb...numb but furious.

The sound of gunshots were now much more loud and clear, just as clear as the volcanoes that could be seen to erupt any second inside of me. I picked up both my guns from floor, blood soaking into my shirts left arm staining it red, and rose like the grim reaper out to collect the souls of those who had angered me.

The two men protecting me looked hat me " protect his body" my voice cane out cold. Tgey nodded at me and protected him a few others joining to help them. I saw Alex fighting with two men, he had hit one, turned his back towards him and attacked the other guy thinking the first was out. However the man had taken out his pistol and aimed it right at Alex BANG!

"Too slow fucktard" I thought as his brains splattered over Alex, who had knocked out the second man and was looking at me with sorrow and anger as he nodded his head as a thank you, and ran to his fathers bodies side protecting it. As I carried on shooting until one of the guns bullets were finished and I had no more ammunition to reload, the other holding only 3 bullets.

I shot around two more fuckers when the gun was suddenly kicked out of my hand and a fist connected with my jaw jerking my head to the side. And I felt a gun pointed at my head I turned to face the idiot his smirking face raising my shackles, I smiled back catching him off guard and slammed his hand down causing him to shoot my abdomen as a reflex. The pain was there but blocked out by my anger, I started to laugh unable to move my left arm due to the injury,  and pulled my empty gun out with my right hand and whacked the back of it against his head , causing him to fall backwards so I leaned over to him and whacked his face with it over and over again, several times blood splattering against me. With every hit I swore

"You" whack! "Mother" whack! "Fuxkers!" Whack...

"Did" whack "you think you would get" whack! "Away"Whack!  "with" whack! "this"whack!

I raised my head and shouted " ALL YOU MOTHER FUCKERS, BEST START RUNNING NOW, BECAUSE WHEN I CATCH YOU, YOU'LL ALL WISH YOU WERE DEAD!!!" HE was now trembling in pain, his eyes shedding tears, begging for mercy.

“Have fun in hell.” HE shook his head trying to resist his fate, fear taking over as he cried louder. I picked up the gun he droped sticking it into his mouth the fear in his eyes bringing me a small amount of gratification. Bringig a smile to my face

BANG! 

I let his body drop limp and stood with a wide smile plastered on my face, a smile that would racke fear into even the devil himself and shot some of the fuckers trying to escape, killing some but letting the others get away with injuries so that I could find out who was be hind this.

I looked around to assess the situation, and my eyes zoned in on a boy, a young boy surrounded by rats trying to help him rather than shed is blood, how strange. I chuckled as wiped my blood soaked guns against my top, not that they got any cleaner, my shirt was just as bloody. I signaled for one of my men

“Kill them all but the boy, bring him to me alive and kicking” I watched as they killed all the men whilst the boy cried in fear. I reloded my guns sticking one back whilst keeping the other in my hand. Intresting...

I skipped towards the boy and knelt down to his eye level, unable to hide my pleasure at his fear. My smile as broad as ever. The hall had quietened down to silence as everyone watched me like a hawk. 

I looked into his eyes, glistening with unshed tears, he looked either 1 or 2 years younger than me, trembling in fear. Like a cornered white rabit, unscathed, without any stains of blood... how unplesant. He must of senced my change in mood, scooting back, not that it would help his case. I looked at the tattoo on his hand, the sign of that bastards gang. Upon closer look my suspicions were proven true. making me laugh.

“P-please dont k-kill me! I’ll- I’ll tell you anything! ANYTHING! Anything you want! I’ll tell you!” HE begged in desparation kneeling as he did so. I tilted my head... was this kid hit over the head or somthing? I pulled his hair earning a scream, NOPE. No bumps, clean. He’s just stupid. I stood as i contemplated what to do

“Stand.”

He looked at me in shock. BANG! I shot the ground right by him “Id suggest you dont make me repeat myself”

“T-Th-Thank you! Thank you so m-much!” HE stumbled as he stood, repeating his thanks over and over, I could only grin at his stupidity.

“Go.”

“Thank you! Th-Thank you! You wont regret this! I promis! Ill meet you buy the bridge next to Burger King tomorrow at 12pm! I promis you wont regret this” He said slightly bowing and wincing in pain. Probably from one of our punches... I nodded, as he turned to leave, the small smirk he had when he looked down when bowing didnt go unnoticed by me, I could only chuckle, How naive.

“Luis! Why the hell are you tetting him go-”

BANG! BANG! BANG! Click

How annoying I was out of bullets again, so I flung the cheap gun to the side and pulled out mine, I stalked towards the boy who was now facing the floor, trying to turn over, so I, being the kind person I am lent him a foot, kicking him over to face me.

His tear stained face mixing with blood as he wiped them away  “JUST KILL ME ALREADY! WHY ARE YOU DRAGGING IT OU-” 

“Do you think i dont recognise you?” I said as i looked down at him, the question silenceing him immediately. The fear in his eyes reaching a whole new level.

“H-How”

I laughed, and crouched down once again to his level and pulled him in by the scruff, talking quietly

“My family may not have recognised you, or even your people, excluding those protecting you, with your disguise... But your father should have taught you better, his youngest son how to blend into the crowd before allowing you to leave the house... Or even how to tell a decent lie, or maybe” I draged out, In mock thought “maybe you left without his knowledge, with your pathetic friends”

I looked behind me, my families eyes trained on me in confusion, unaware of our conversation. I reached into his pocket and faced the phone towards him

“Password”

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Part 2 will be posted in a few moments too

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[adolanables]

The City - Chapter 23 (G.D.)

The City Masterlist

CHAPTER23

Warnings: Language/smut

The next few weeks were spent on a mental recovery. You were grateful your boss was understanding of the situation - you word vomited to her on the phone and she was appreciative of you being open with her. She couldn’t believe you had been handling all of this while working so hard at the company and offered to give you a few weeks of flexibility if you were able to work remotely. You agreed quickly and had been taking the time to relax and try to heal from the past few months. 

Of course Grayson had been trying to win you back non-stop. There were flowers or candy being delivered every single day to your door - you were wondering where in the world he was getting all this money. Thankfully, he never tried showing up at your door. It was always a delivery man, a few times it was Ethan, but never him. He seemed to be respecting your boundaries to some capacity, but you truly wanted it all to stop.

You weren’t in the space right now to be able to decide what to do about Grayson. It was making your head spin. Something you weren’t proud of was how you were dealing with the confusion and frustration. 

It seemed like every other night a Tinder guy was making his way to your apartment for a few hours and leaving shortly after. Most nights it was a quick hookup - maybe even just a movie on the couch if you were feeling less risque. Tonight was different. Tonight Denver was coming over for the first time since Grayson had been back in town. No, there wasn’t anything romantic going on, but the two of you had hooked up a handful of times since Grayson stopped talking to you. Denver spoke to you like he knew you and was the closest thing you could find to filling the void you felt. 

Your phone buzzed on the counter top - Denver’s name lighting up the screen with a text saying he was at the door. You sprinted out to meet him, praying neither of the Dolan boys would pop out to see you with him. Thankfully, you made it back into your apartment unscathed and Denver plopped down on your couch. His now permanently crooked nose reminded you of Grayson and your stomach tightened slightly knowing he was right on the other side of the wall. 

“How have you been?” Denver spoke up, wrapping an arm around you lazily as you fell onto the couch next to him. 

“Decent I guess.” You shrugged, scrunching your nose up. “Been able to work from home lately, so that’s been nice.” You liked Denver, but not like that. He was nice to talk to as most of your hookups didn’t care to have any sort of conversation with you before peeling your clothes off. 

“I heard Grayson’s back in town…” He avoided your eye contact, his voice lowering slightly. 

“Yeah he is.” You nodded. “He’s staying with Ethan… it’s getting really hard to avoid him.” You sighed, curling into the blonde man’s side. “I’m thinking about maybe ending my lease early - it’s all just too much.”

Denver simply nodded, rubbing your upper back softly and pulling you into his chest. The two of you watched a few minutes of a movie before he started to make his move. It was always the same with him - the same moves he thought were seductive but they really weren’t at all. He pressed sloppy kisses to your neck, hands ghosting over your body and hovering above your pants. You nodded at him and he started to undress you. 

It didn’t take long for both of you to be naked on the couch, Denver’s average cock pounding into you. It felt good, just like all the others did, but he could never make you finish and you didn’t fake it. Honestly, the look of disappointment on his face after sex realizing you didn’t cum was hilariousd to you, but at least he cared. Most of the other guys didn’t give a fuck if you finished or not. 

As he held your legs to your chest, his eyes closed as he continued to pump in and out, you couldn’t help but wince at how loud he was being. He NEVER made noise besides a few gasps here and there, but right now this man was screaming. Your name was flying out of his mouth followed by a slew of curse words and moans; something he was definitely doing in hopes Grayson would hear. Truthfully, you weren’t sure if the walls were that thin, but you imagined anyone screaming this loudly would be heard down the entire floor. 

Right as he spilled into you, his groan echoing through your small apartment, a vicious banging sounded on your door. You shut your eyes tightly, dreading the next few minutes of your life. Denver pulled himself off of you and slid on his boxers, starting to head towards the door with a cocky grin on his face. 

“Unless you want to get your nose re-broken, I suggest you let me get that.” You huffed, clearly bothered. You slid your oversized hoodie over your body and tip-toed over to the door, shooing Denver back into your room.

As you opened the door you took a deep breath, preparing for the worst. 

“Where is he?” Grayson’s voice was a lot calmer than you had expected it to be, but you could still tell he was furious. 

“Grayson, please go home.” You begged him, legs crossing over each other to stop the leak of Denver’s fluids down your legs. “I don’t belong to you.”

“That doesn’t mean I need to hear someone fucking you, Ella!” He raised his voice slightly this time, his face turning red as he took in your bare legs and disheveled hair. “I know you can do whatever you want, but fuck - I heard EVERYTHING.”

“Yeah, man she’s fucking tight.” Denver’s voice sounded from too close behind you and you knew the world was about to fucking explode. You whipped your head around to see the man standing in just his boxers directly behind you. He went to slip his hands around your waist, but you moved away from him. 

Grayson’s face was tomato red at this point, his anger clearly boiling over as he clenched his fists at his sides. “THIS GUY?” He pointed at Denver, his eyes on you - enraged. “You’re fucking THIS GUY?” Oh the amount of effort it was taking him not to pound this man’s face in was making his veins pop all over his entire body. He wanted to destroy him for touching his sweet Ella.

“Yeah she is -”

“Denver, shut the fuck up!” You screamed, shoving him away from you. “Get out - go home! You’ve fucked me almost ten times now and not once have you gotten me anywhere near an orgasm. Stop trying to BRAG.” Your voice was loud and you internally winced, praying Ethan didn’t hear that too. 

“TEN TIMES?” Grayson’s jaw dropped, his face so bright red you were sure it was just going to explode at any second.

“Whatever, you’re not even that hot…” Denver rolled his eyes and headed to pick up his things, slipping his clothes back on and jogging past Grayson before he could react.

“TEN TIMES?” Grayson repeated, his jaw still slack. 

“Gray, please calm down.” You pinched your nose between your fingers and sighed, stepping backwards to let him walk inside.

“I just… had to listen… to this fucker moaning and screaming your name…” He was shaking his head back and forth, the tips of his fingers were quivering. 

“Grayson, I’m sorry he did that - I didn’t know he was going to -”

“The thought of someone else touching you - someone else inside of you?” He sputtered, his hands now gripping the edge of the granite countertop. “How many others?” He glanced up at you, eyes dark.

“I don’t have to tell you that.” You snapped at him, folding your arms over your chest.

“No, you don’t - you’re right.” He agreed, sinking down onto the bar stool. “But I’m asking, and if you will tell me, I’d like to know.”

“Fine.” You nodded, sort of hoping you’d be able to inflict a little pain on him as reparation for what he did to you. “Probably about 15 since you dropped me.” 

He was silent for a few seconds, his eyes trained on the ground. For a moment you wanted to back away from him, but you told yourself to remember the three months of rehab he had just done. He clearly learned to control his anger and he was no longer under the influence of anything but pure emotion. 

“Okay.” He nodded, staring up at you, his jaw rigid. You furrowed your brow in confusion at his reaction - fully expecting him to have started screaming at you. He stood up and took a few steps towards you, his eyes raking over your nearly naked body. As he approached you, he grazed his hand over your thigh, his eyes darkening as he felt the wetness on the inside of your leg. “Did any of them fuck you like I did?”

Your breath caught in your throat as he roughly gripped your knee, lifting your leg up onto his hip. “N-No…” You shook your head, eyes entranced in his. God, you knew answering the door was a bad idea. 

“Can I remind you what that felt like?” He whispered into the crook of your neck, placing a soft kiss there. You responded with a nod, gulping down the nerves coursing through your body. He grinned against your skin and tightened his grip around your leg. “First, you’ve got to have your punishment for letting me touch someone else’s jizz.” He growled, wrapping his other hand around your waist and pulling your body flush against his. “Bad girl, Ella.”

-

Grayson was currently standing outside of your shower as you rinsed Denver’s remains off of you. He had followed you into the bathroom, pulled your sweatshirt over your head and guided you towards the shower - claiming he wasn’t going to touch you with any of “that guy’s” germs on you. As you scrubbed your body raw, you couldn’t help but crave Grayson’s touch. It had been months since someone was able to make you feel good - you knew Grayson was more than capable. 

“Done yet?” His voice portrayed his irritation with you perfectly. Deep and husky but sharp and annoyed. 

You turned the water off and got out, reaching for the towel hanging up but his arm stopped you. 

“No, no towel.” He commanded, reaching for your naked and wet body. He pulled you into him, his soft clothes sending chills up and down your spine. “Are you going to apologize, Ella?”

“No,” You twisted your lips and glanced up at him - you weren’t going to. You didn’t think he deserved any kind of apology and more importantly, you were kind of liking dominant Grayson. 

“Oh, so you’re going to make this difficult?” He clenched his jaw, his arms around your waist tightening as you nodded at him. 

Quickly, you were being lifted off the ground, your bare core pressed against Gray’s clothed stomach. The contact made you breathe in sharply and let out a quiet moan. He tossed you onto the bed and quickly took his own clothes off, his eyes dark and not breaking contact with yours. “Get on your hands and knees, face the wall.”

The way he was telling you what to do was making you so wet, you loved this strong side of him. Also, not having seen his beautiful body in months was contributing. He was still as beautiful as ever, arms even thicker from all of the exercise he’d had at recovery. 

You did what you were told, leaning down onto your elbows and sticking your ass in the air. You wished you could see him, but the suspense was only making your pussy throb even more. Without warning Grayson’s warm hands gripped your thighs and his tongue lapped between your folds. The contact made you groan, letting out a satisfied sigh. He continued to lap and suck on your clit, his tongue sliding down every now and then to taste your juices. 

“Ugh, fuck, Gray.” You moaned, burying your face into the pillow - you felt your stomach clenching. Your orgasm was building quickly, his tongue moving rapidly. 

“Dont. Fucking. Cum.” He spoke between sucking roughly on your clit - he knew you wouldn’t be able to resist as he skimmed his teeth over the sensitive bud. You felt your orgasm wash over you, a loud groan escaping your mouth as you struggled to stay up on your elbows, your legs trying to shut. 

“What the fuck did I tell you?” His voice was louder now as he pulled away from you, his body hovering over yours. You weren’t able to answer as you were still riding through the end of your orgasm. “Disobeying me isn’t going to end well, Ella.” He snarled, his thick arm wrapping around your upper body, pulling you into his bare chest. Your weak body fell against him, your eyes still shut - relishing the dominance he was displaying. When he thrusted into you unexpectedly, your eyes shot open and a shocked “oh” escaped your mouth.

“Bad. Fucking. Girl.” He spoke with every thrust, his grip on your upper body tightening as he pounded into you. You weren’t able to speak, your head was resting on his shoulder, eyes rolling back into your head as he constantly hit your g-spot. “Don’t you dare cum again.” He reached his hand down to rub soft circles on your clit, knowing he was about to send you to another dimension. A guttural scream left your lips as your second orgasm washed over you, your juices squirting out onto the clean white sheets. 

Grayson dropped you onto the bed, his comforting arms wrapped around your chest now gone. You laid face first on the bed, body still shaking from your last orgasm. “Bad.” His large hand connected with your ass cheek, stinging roughly. “Fucking.” Again. “Girl.” The last smack caused a pained scream to leave your lips, tears welling up in your eyes at the combination of pleasure and pain. He gripped your tender cheeks and spread them open, thrusting himself back into your overly sensitive pussy. You felt yourself throbbing around him and let out heavy gasps as he ground his hips into your ass.  

“Whose pussy is this?” He muttered as he pounded into you, his breathing increasing as you didn’t respond to him - unable to form sentences. “I said - whose pussy is this?!” He raised his voice, his strong hand connecting with your sensitive cheek once again - the pain overwhelmed the pleasure this time, but his tip pressing consistently against your g-spot was making it impossible for you to speak. He let out a frustrated groan as he spanked you one more time. The tears escaped your eyes and you screamed, hands fisting the sheets by your head. He continued pounding into you at rapid speed, he moaned and emptied himself deep inside of you. 

His body collapsed on top of yours, his dick becoming soft, but still resting comfortably inside of you. His breathing was slowing down and he took a moment to focus on yours - ragged and disconnected. “El?” He spoke up, concern in his voice as he lifted his head to try to get a view of your face. “Hey, Ella?”

You shook your head, burying your face into the sheets - you were trying your very best to not let sobs take over your entire body. The last thing you needed was Grayson thinking he had done this without consent - he didn’t. You had never experimented with submission before and as the spanks started to hurt you started to get overwhelmed. The pain was too much and a lot of emotions took over. One of the main ones being that you had just had two different men inside you within an hour, you felt so dirty. On top of that, most of your relationship with Grayson had been you trying to convince yourself that he would never hurt you. As he roughly spanked you, the feeling of fear washed over you - wondering how far he would take the aggression. Deep down you knew he would never hurt you that way, it seemed as though you were thoroughly enjoying yourself. 

“Oh my god, did I hurt you? Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ella, Ella?” Grayson’s voice was panicked once again, his arms tightening around you as you continued to sob into the mattress. “Ella, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you were in pain, I thought you were into it - we should’ve had a safeword - I’m so sorry.”

You nodded, hoping he would understand you weren’t angry with him. This was equally your fault for not communicating with him when you weren’t able to take it. He rolled off of your sore body and pulled your face from the mattress, his face falling as he saw your red and tear soaked skin. “Ella, oh my god I am so sorry.”

You buried your face into his chest, letting him hold you. Pain was radiating through your lower body, severe discomfort from the spanks - sometimes Grayson didn’t realize how fucking strong he was. “I’ll never try that again Ella, I’m so sor-”

“No Gray,” You spoke up lifting your face from his chest to look at him. “I kind of liked it I just… need more practice…” You felt your face blush fiercely as his jaw dropped for a moment. 

“But you’re… crying…?” He questioned, thoroughly confused. 

“I just got overwhelmed, honestly.” You assured him, hands lacing through the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“So… does this mean I’ve moved up from strictly neighbor status?” He joked, pulling you closer to him.

“Oh shutup.” You rolled your eyes at him. “But yes, I couldn’t let all those flowers just go to waste.”

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[jakattax]

The Demon Under my Bed

Get ready for a scary/funny story folks.

So.

Three years ago during the summer, work got really busy. We just got a massive order of signs through and the workload wasn’t manageable during daylight hours. So I was put on a month long night shift with my friend Dom. That’s 8 at night until 5 in the morning. For four weeks.

I hate, hate, hate nightshifts but it was double pay, a monthly bonus and our manager left money for a takeaway.

Dom’s my best buddy (still is) and at this point we had both just moved in a house together, so living and working with each other we basically spent like 18 hours a day together, so I agreed to do the nightshifts.

It was horrible and gruelling and tiring but we were smashing the workload, nothing too dramatic went down. So we finish our shift at 5am and head home together. We’re both like zombies due to our body clock being fucked up so as soon as we get home we both go straight to bed.

Usually I wear clothes to bed but it was summer and my room was like an oven so I slept naked. I’m already struggling to sleep as my mind is a total mush and the breaking of a new dawn and chirping of birds keep my awake.

So as I’m lying down trying my best to switch off I hear scratching under my bed. SCRATCH. SCRATCH.

I think nothing of it. Too sleepy to care.

Then it intensifies. SCRATCH. SCRATCH. SCRATCH.

My initial thought it’s that it’s the pet rabbits Oswald and Venelope that stayed in the spare room. Maybe they got out and are under my bed?

SCRATCH. SCRATCH. SCRATCH even louder, I can feel my bed posts shaking with the raking of its nails.

I get up. I look under my bed. And it’s not rabbits.

It’s a person.

A mass of black clothing and a pale face meets my horrified face.

FUCK FUCK FUCK. I thought it was a squatter or thief who broke in and hid under my bed, I’m going to die tonight, this things going to kill me.

But no. It says my name. Jaaaaaaaaack.

FUCK FUCK FUCK.

It crawls out from under my bed like some hellish beetle. Hard to see in my darkened room but it’s a long, black hooded figure with long silver hair.

Demon.

Some spirit I’ve evoked that’s come for me. Some ghost or entity that I’ve upset come to take me away. Then my occult knowledge and training kicks in.

Me naked, cowering in my room, aghast at this demon before me screaming “WHAT IS YOUR NAME!? NAME YOURSELF!” If I can get it’s name I might be able to handle this. I can get rid of this fucker. My heart pounding. My mind racing.

Then my bedroom door FLIES open.

It’s Dom.

He laughs.

The ‘demon’ reveals itself. Its Dom’s girlfriend in my Gryffindor robe.

I laugh and cry at the same time. Thank fuck for that.

Then realise I’m completely naked with my best friend and his girlfriend in my room. I cover my modesty and laugh it off. He planned it all. Dom’s always been a prankster but this is his magnum opus.

We chat for a bit and I swear my revenge. I finally go to sleep.

Guten pranken.

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