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The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you’re either on top of the world, or under it.
Beau Taplin, “The Hours Between” (via wordsnquotes)
The Only One || Bodyguard AU
“Keira… Ker…” he was repeating her name like a prayer. And maybe he was praying. Blood was leaking down the side of her head, staining her cheek, and his hands which pressed his bunched up shirt to the wound. He was waiting for the ambulance, but they were taking too fucking long. When Mikhail reached the gardens, everything happened in a blur. He saw a figure swinging something against Keira’s small form. In moments he was tackling the man over, beating him practically senseless. He called the cops as he reached Keira, pulling her into his lap. He wondered where the other security was, where her mom was, and how the hell this happened. “It’s okay,” he whispered repeatedly, his hand cupping her increasingly pale cheek as the sounds of the ambulance grew louder and louder.
Keira felt someone shaking her lightly, saying something to her. Her name perhaps, but it was all muffled. It sounded so far away.
She tried opening her eyes, at least she thought she did. But all she saw was darkness.
Moments later and the world came screaming back into focus as Keira gasped and cried out hoarsely in pain. Gasping and clinging to the hand that was around her cheek.
Mikhail. He’d actually come. He was here. She wasn’t sure where the man in the mask was, but it didn’t matter, because he was here. He came when no one else would. She held his hand tighter and smiled slightly, “Y-you came..”
It hurt to move her lips or speak, but when flashing lights came into view, Keira groaned as she sat up slightly and looked to Mikhail in a panic. What would her mother say - what would the media print this time - how was she going to cover this up?
His arm supported her back, hand cradling her head. "Just relax, everything going to be alright," he murmured. Moments later a team of paramedics rushed in. He was pushed away as they surrounded her, bandaging her head, taking vitals, and putting her onto a stretcher. Another team went over to the asshole who broke in. Mikhail sent a cold glare at him, about to question him until he saw Keira being rolled away. In a second he was by her side, climbing into the truck with her. "It's going to be okay, Ker."
The Only One || Bodyguard AU
Mikhail grabbed the wooden bat sitting on the floor of the backseat as he rushed out of his car. He was holding the phone in one hand, bat in the other. “I’m here, don’t worry, I’m coming. Did you call the police?” The front door was ajar, the small window beside it shattered. Mikhail slowly made his way inside, footsteps silent as he made his way out to the garden.
Keira closed her eyes and held her breath, heart pounding hard against her chest. She heard Mikhail speak through the phone, words she couldn’t completely decipher. And then the next second, her heart stopped.
A big sweaty hand covered her scream while an arm tugged her up and out of her hiding spot. Keira flailed and squirmed as hard as she could, trying to scream behind the hand over her mouth.
“SHUT UP-”
Keira only glared at the half masked face and bit the man’s hand, earning a pained groan from him.
“That does it you, bitch!”
Keira’s heart jumped at the small victory, but sank just as quickly as a glint shined against the moonlight as the man raised his crowbar again, brought it down towards her face.
A familiar voice calling her name through the rush of blood in her ears.
Panic.
Searing pain.
Then Darkness.
"Keira... Ker..." he was repeating her name like a prayer. And maybe he was praying. Blood was leaking down the side of her head, staining her cheek, and his hands which pressed his bunched up shirt to the wound. He was waiting for the ambulance, but they were taking too fucking long. When Mikhail reached the gardens, everything happened in a blur. He saw a figure swinging something against Keira's small form. In moments he was tackling the man over, beating him practically senseless. He called the cops as he reached Keira, pulling her into his lap. He wondered where the other security was, where her mom was, and how the hell this happened. "It's okay," he whispered repeatedly, his hand cupping her increasingly pale cheek as the sounds of the ambulance grew louder and louder.
The Only One || Bodyguard AU
His truck was pushed to searing speeds as Mikhail stomped on the gas, heading for Keira’s place. He was searching for the answers to big questions Keira left unanswered. Was it Richard? Who was this other person? And most importantly, was she at her place? He was sort of banking on that one. “Keira, you need to tell me exactly where you are. Stay on the phone, I’m almost there. Who’s looking for you?”
“In the garden, he- he’s here too-” Keira managed before freezing still at the sound of footsteps stepping on grass behind her. She quickly brought the phone down from ear, to make sure the man didn’t see the light.
He’s just walking, he hasn’t seen you there’s no way-
“Come out come out wherever you are little lady. Come on - I promise I won’t hurt ya!”
Keira’s skin crawled just listening to his voice and the crazy laugh that followed as he continued walking around the garden.
Mikhail grabbed the wooden bat sitting on the floor of the backseat as he rushed out of his car. He was holding the phone in one hand, bat in the other. "I'm here, don't worry, I'm coming. Did you call the police?" The front door was ajar, the small window beside it shattered. Mikhail slowly made his way inside, footsteps silent as he made his way out to the garden.
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The Only One || Bodyguard AU
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It was that ringtone. A funny story, really. A while back, when Keira and Mikhail had been fighting (about something dumb, usually) she’d scoffed at him and told him to go to hell. Mikhail, being overly dramatic–though never admitting that until later, and only to himself– replied that every time he had to deal with her it gave him hell. It was later that afternoon when Keira had stolen his phone, and changed in the ringtone for her calls only. Every time she called, the song, “Gives You Hell” would blast. It was actually very clever, and he decided not to change it. He would never admit the amusement it brought him. However, hearing that ringtone this late at night, when he was off his shift, was worrisome. He immediately picked up, but before he could speak he heard her sputtering and crying. “Sh, calm down, I’ll be right there.” He said. He threw a jacket over his tank, slid on his shoes and rushed to his car. “What’s happening? Are you drunk?” It meant a lot that Keira was drunk calling him, since she hated his guts. But he heard the fear in her voice. And that scared the hell out of him. “Stay on the line with me, O'Conner.”
Keira froze and stayed deathly still as she saw the attacker freeze in the living room and look out the window into the backyard. There was no way he could see her here…right? But in the moonlight, through the blood that was getting in her eye, and the panic rising further and further up her throat, she could swear the man was looking right at her.
She swallowed hard and focused on the voice on the other end of the line. Even though he was speaking somewhat calmly, Keira could sense the worry in it. Strange…since Mikhail hated her guts. He’d said so after all.
“H-He…He’s looking for me…but I…” she spoke, at least she thought she did, her voice was barely a whisper.
The man suddenly looked away and made his way to the garden, and Keira squirmed back further into the trees, closing her eyes and crying silently, trying to keep her breathing calm.
His truck was pushed to searing speeds as Mikhail stomped on the gas, heading for Keira's place. He was searching for the answers to big questions Keira left unanswered. Was it Richard? Who was this other person? And most importantly, was she at her place? He was sort of banking on that one. "Keira, you need to tell me exactly where you are. Stay on the phone, I'm almost there. Who's looking for you?"
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It’s like he’s got two emotions - pissed off and sadistically amused.
Rainbow Rowell, Carry On (via wordsnquotes)
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@volkov-mikhail || Bodyguard AU (( SORRY THIS IS SO LATE AND SO LONG ))
Send ¡ for my muse to call yours suddenly, panicked and possibly in pain.
Keira had awoken to the sound of banging on her door, followed by someone yelling something about getting revenge. The next thing she knew, her bedroom door came flying off the hinges, and she’d been pinned down on her bed. Strong hands held her wrists over her head as she squirmed beneath the man who was straddling her hips.
She screamed as loud as she could, until all she felt was pain spark across her face. And then she tasted blood. She didn’t stop squirming though, and managed to catch whoever the man was off guard. After kicking him in the groin, Keira grabbed the crowbar he’d hit her with and returned the favor, whacking him on the head.
Keira grabbed her cellphone and flew out of her room and down the stairs, tears mixing in with the taste of blood in her mouth. She couldn’t see anything, and she bit back a sob at the pain radiating through her head. Somehow running out into the garden, Keira hid in the shadows and stared at her phone, trying to calm her beating heart.
She couldn’t call the police. Her mother would be furious about the attention that would cause. Keira dialed Richard’s number instead with shaky hands and weak fingers: once, twice, thrice.
Her heartbeat picked up again as a sleepy voice picked up on the other end.
“Richard - I need you-”
“Fuck babe - you’re a needy one aren’t you? Not tonight though…”
“What…no! Richard I-”
Click.
Keira stared at the phone incredulously. Then she saw the blood on the screen and panic started to creep up from her stomach to her chest. It was only a matter of time before that man found her. She’d heard him stomping around, trying to come after her.
She called everyone in her contacts. Someone was bound to help. But no one did. Including her mother. Keira had either been greeted to answering machines or had been hung up on after having heard a series of drunk slurred words.
Without another choice, Keira typed in asshole in the search box of her contact list. Found the number she was looking for. And hit send.
Keira noticed the man wandering around in the living room, which had a view of the garden and sank in deeper into the shadows behind a tree.
It was only moment later she realized that the ringing had stopped, meaning Mikhail had actually answered her call. She swallowed hard as tears built up in her eyes again and bit her lip.
“…h-help…pl-please help Mikhail- I don’t know what to do- my head hurts and- I - can’t I don’t know- please!!!”
It was that ringtone. A funny story, really. A while back, when Keira and Mikhail had been fighting (about something dumb, usually) she'd scoffed at him and told him to go to hell. Mikhail, being overly dramatic--though never admitting that until later, and only to himself-- replied that every time he had to deal with her it gave him hell. It was later that afternoon when Keira had stolen his phone, and changed in the ringtone for her calls only. Every time she called, the song, "Gives You Hell" would blast. It was actually very clever, and he decided not to change it. He would never admit the amusement it brought him. However, hearing that ringtone this late at night, when he was off his shift, was worrisome. He immediately picked up, but before he could speak he heard her sputtering and crying. "Sh, calm down, I'll be right there." He said. He threw a jacket over his tank, slid on his shoes and rushed to his car. "What's happening? Are you drunk?" It meant a lot that Keira was drunk calling him, since she hated his guts. But he heard the fear in her voice. And that scared the hell out of him. "Stay on the line with me, O'Conner."
Who the fuck died and made you king?
Mikhail crossed his arms, his jaw clenched as he fought back a snappy remark. “I’m not no king, but when you’re mom’s the boss, there’s no question. C'mon, it’s just one interview.” He sighed, rolling his eyes.
((Bodyguard au))
Keira searched Mikhail’s face to gauge whether he was actually being serious in that moment. Mikhail had been sympathetic recently, when he realized Keira’s mother purposely giving Keira bad press to bring up her own popularity. He’d made excuses for her, pulled her out of messy situations when people started asking too many questions. But now, he was taking her into an interview where they would no doubt as questions. Questions that Keira didn’t want to answer. Couldn’t.
“Are you actually serious right now?” she asked, forcing tears back from her eyes and keeping her gaze firm on him. So much for thinking they were making progress. He was just as senseless and cruel as everyone else around her.
He forced the emotions to leave his face, the only sign of anything being the little twitch in his jaw from clenching his teeth. Of course he didn't want to send her out there to get attacked by the media. He wanted to take her away from all of the cameras and paparazzi. But his emotions were starting to fog his brain. He couldn't lose this job, he desperately needed the money, and she was just one girl right? Right? He told himself he was doing what had to be done. "It's five minutes. It won't be too bad." He offered, knowing his reassurance was empty.
Who the fuck died and made you king?
Mikhail crossed his arms, his jaw clenched as he fought back a snappy remark. "I'm not no king, but when you're mom's the boss, there's no question. C'mon, it's just one interview." He sighed, rolling his eyes. ((Bodyguard au))
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“Fuck” Sentence Starters
Angry
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Fuck this.”
“Get the fuck out of here.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Fuck that!”
“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”
“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”
“Shut the fuck up.“
“Get your fucking act together.”
“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”
“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”
“Get your fucking hands off of me!”
“Stay the fuck away from me.”
“Who stole my fucking shit?!”
“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”
“You wanna fucking go, punk?”
“Get the fuck over it.”
“Where the fuck have you been?”
“What the fuck do you want from me?”
Sad
“Fuck life.”
“No, I’m not fucking over it.”
“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”
“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”
“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”
“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”
“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”
“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”
“I fucking miss him/her/them.”
“Who the fuck cares?”
“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”
“I fucked up my own life.”
“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”
Insults
“Fuck you!”
“I fucked your mom last night.”
“You’re a fucking asshole.”
“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?”
“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?”
“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”
“Go fuck yourself.”
“Motherfucker!”
“Wow, that’s fucking small.”
“Get the fuck over yourself.”
Sexy
“Fuck me.”
“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”
“I’d fuck you all night long.”
“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”
“You look so fucking hot right now.”
“Fuck–faster~”
“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”
“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”
“Babe, fuck–not here.”
“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”
“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”
“F-fuck–please–~”
“I’d let you fuck me any day.”
“You better use a fucking condom.”
“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”
“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”
“Fuck, it’s big.”
“Let’s make a fucking baby.”
Situations
“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”
“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”
“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”
“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”
“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”
“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”
“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”
“What the fuck did we do last night?”
“Where the fuck am I?”
“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”
“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”
“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”
“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”
“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”
“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”
“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”
