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dreamingofaizawa · 4 years ago

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Obedient (Rewritten)

Soft! Yandere! Erasermic x Chubby! Fem! Reader

***18+ Fic***

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Warnings: Yandere, stalking, implied drugging, kidnapping, reader is way too fucking calm with the situation, Stockholm Syndrome, BDSM themes, a collar, body worship, the word Daddy once, smut, double penetration (diff. holes), anal, unprotected sex, overstimulation, aftercare.

Word Count: 6.6 k

Author's Note: Alright. I've been wanting to rewrite this for a while now. Obedient was the very first fic I'd ever written and posted back in September, and my writing has changed A LOT since then. Reading the original, I realized there's a lot that I can change and tweak, and a lot that wasn't very clearly or well written (in my opinion). So, here it is!

You can find the original here.

Enjoy~

“Happy birthday to me.” The words tumble loosely from your lips on a heaved breath, your fingers curled lazily around a cold glass of whiskey.

It isn’t a rare occurrence to see you perched atop a stool at the edge of the bar, nursing your third glass at 2am on a Friday night. Or rather Saturday morning. It’s one of the only places you can find solace, away from nosy coworkers and nosier acquaintances. The loneliness is soberingly blissful. You never cared much for social interaction.

At this point the bar is emptying, only a handful of bodies sticking around in the early hours. In the reflections of the rows of glass liquor bottles you see them again. Two lanky figures sitting in the corner booth at the back of the establishment. Any normal person would see them and think nothing. But you know better. When you first walked into the bar six months ago they were in that exact spot, and every time afterward they’d be there when you walked in and stayed after you left.

You, being observant as you are, always watched everything from your spot at the bar, the slightly warped images in the glass serving as your eyes for the night. It didn’t take long for you to figure the two were watching you every time you stepped inside. The blonde one always sat with his back to you, and his head would occasionally turn in the reflection. You’d alternate seats to make sure you weren’t imagining things, but it only confirmed what you’d suspected.

Not that you cared enough to do anything about it.

As long as they keep their distance you’re perfectly content letting them look. And they did keep their distance. They’d never even come within 5 feet of you, seemingly happy with just lingering glances. Of course, tonight would be a different story.

You watch as their glassy reflections stand up, the distance between you and them shrinking with each of their long strides. You let your eyes fall to the amber liquid in your hands, praying they’d only pass you by on their way out. Two sets of footsteps approached, two bodies popped up on either side of you, and a deep, silky smooth voice sounded on your right.

“Mind if we take a seat?” A glance to your right revealed a rugged, yet handsome man peering down at you with his deep, tired onyx eyes. Long raven hair spilled over his shoulders, framing his chiseled jaw peppered with barely tamed scruff and a scar curved along his cheekbone. You turn to look at his friend, long blonde hair pulled up into a high bun and hypnotic green eyes focused on you behind orange tinted sunglasses despite being indoors past midnight. He is handsome as well, a small mustache on his smiling lips, high cheekbones and a sharp jawline drawing you in.

You couldn’t help but feel they look familiar, somehow. You’d seen their faces before, somewhere, but you pushed that to the back of your mind for now.

It wouldn’t hurt to let them sit with you, right? They seem friendly enough, and it’s better to entertain them in case things go south should you reject their request. With a small, tired smile, you nod.

“Sure thing, fellas.” They both plop down on either side of you and the blonde immediately gets talking.

“So what’s the occasion, little listener?” Two thoughts came to mind. One, how did he know there was any occasion, two, what kind of pet name is ‘little listener’? Your confusion must have shown on your face, because the raven haired man spoke up.

“You’re pretty dolled up for a night at the bar, kitten.” Ah. So they had been watching you. You aren’t wearing anything that would normally be considered ‘dolled up’. Your tan sweater and black skirt are relatively plain, and the platform boots you’re wearing accompanied by your thigh-high socks are something you’re experimenting with.

But usually you entered the bar with a white button-up and black slacks from your job as a waitress. Today you had time to go home and pamper yourself a bit before heading to your usual drinking spot. Evidently, they noticed. You bring your glass up to your lips and gulp down the remaining liquid before entertaining the question.

“Nothing special. Call it a birthday party.” And hey, you mean it when you say it isn’t special. Your birthday only marks yet another routine year on this earth. The blonde nudges your shoulder with his own.

“I’d say that’s pretty special, sunshine!” The alcohol must be affecting you, because you chuckle a bit at his enthusiasm.

“Just another year gone by, you know?” You’re never this talkative sober. The man on your right rapped his knuckles on the bartop, the barkeep making his way over with a tired smile.

“One more glass for this pretty kitty here.” The name had your eyebrows raising.

“This one’s on me.” As the fresh glass was sat on the bartop you scoffed quietly.

“Kitty?” A deep hum came from the man.

“Well how would you describe yourself, kitten?” Somewhere in your muddled brain you warned yourself not to be self-deprecating on your 25th birthday. You didn’t listen.

“Definitely not feline. I’m short and chunky and the only thing cat-like about me is my posture and eyeliner,” you stated, matter-of-factly. As a waitress at an esteemed high-end restaurant, you had to learn to be quick on your feet, agile, and most importantly, poised. A hum comes from the blonde, a muttered ‘pretty and humble’ floating on his breath. You force a chuckle at the statement.

“Pretty is also a word I wouldn’t use to describe myself.” A short silence falls between the three of you, and you take the time to study their faces. Where had you seen them before? You’re certain if you’d met them before you’d remember them, you don’t tend to forget attractive people.

They’re oddly patient as they watch the cogs in your brain turn, your eyes taking in every detail of every feature. Your breath caught and your eyes went wide when you’d finally placed their faces.

“Present Mic and Eraserhead. You’re pro heroes.” The words are quiet, nearly imperceptible as you breathe them, but they’re close enough to hear. Present Mic beams at the recognition.

“In the flesh, sunshine. But we’d prefer you use our names.” Eraserhead leans away and sticks a hand out for a handshake.

“Shouta Aizawa.” You shake his hand and turn to the blonde, who similarly has his hand held out.

“Hizashi Yamada.” You introduce yourself, a bit shaky and only slightly starstruck. What in the world are two pro heroes doing talking to you? As you regain your composure you excuse yourself to the restroom. You weren’t prepared to talk to heroes tonight. A glance in the mirror has you sobering yourself, rationalizing their strange behavior. These two are pro heroes. They were clearly only worried about your safety, a woman all alone in a bar till the earliest hours of the morning. ‘That’s why they were watching me’, you muse. You quickly fix yourself, then step back out to the two heroes.

The three of you pass another hour of time before you decide it’s time for you to head home. They offer to give you a lift, but you politely decline. You can't intrude on them any more than you already had. Hizashi insists otherwise.

“Please Sunshine? If something were to happen to you we’d never forgive ourselves!” It made sense to you. They’re pro heroes after all, it’s in their nature to worry. So you oblige to ease their anxieties.

Since Shouta hadn’t touched any alcohol, he’s driving, and you punch your address into the GPS system of their very expensive looking car. As you sit back, Hizashi holds a bottle over his head.

“Water?” You thank him and drain the bottle, realizing you’re a bit more dehydrated than you initially thought. In your semi-drunk haze you fail to notice that the bottle had already been opened, and you miss Shouta’s eyes watching you down the beverage through the rearview mirror.

It’s only five minutes later you feel drowsy, your head lolling to the side and eyelids drooping. You don’t quite register the question Hizashi asks you, and when you don’t answer he turns around to look at you.

“You seem tired, Sunshine. Take a nap, we’ll wake you up when we get there.” Your exhaustion takes hold over any rational thoughts, and with a sleepy nod, you stretch out over the backseat and let your mind slip into unconsciousness, blissfully unaware you’ll never see your apartment again.

The first thing you notice as you wake up is how stiff and sore your muscles are. It takes you a moment to realize you aren’t in your clothes from last night, nor are you in your own bed. Your eyes snap open and you sit up, taking in the unfamiliar room. With a curse under your breath you scour your memory for anything, checking if you’d gone home with anyone or gotten yourself in a tight situation. The last thing you remember is being driven home by the two pros, then passing out in their backseat.

Questions began forming in your mind. ‘Where am I? How did I get here? Where had the two heroes gone?’ In an attempt to think clearer, you try crossing your legs, but your ankle is stopped short by something heavy. Throwing off the blanket, a thick metal cuff glinted in the light of the room, an equally thick chain leading somewhere over the side of the bed.

When your breathing begins to quicken, you settle your mind, refusing to panic. Willing yourself to relax, you begin to think about how you can get out of this situation. ‘Today should be Saturday. Assuming this room is part of a house, someone would most likely still be here’. With a small breath, you speak, hopefully loud enough for someone to hear you.

“H-hello? Is someone there?” It only takes a few seconds for footsteps to reach your ears, and the door opens to the last person you’re expecting to see. A ruggedly handsome Shouta Aizawa stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with a small smirk on his lips.

“Good morning, Kitty.” As endearing as the pet name is, the only emotion you feel right now is confusion. Your mind is drifting to all the fanfiction you’d read online, piecing together the events of last night like a puzzle. ‘The bottle of water was already open’. In your defense, they’re pro heroes, it’s only natural for you-- or anyone, really-- to let your guard down. A large hand on your shoulder jolts you back to reality, your eyes wide as you stare up at Shouta like a deer in headlights.

“You okay Kitten?” All you can manage as you settle your thoughts is to blink up at the man, swallowing down the lump in your throat before letting out a shaky breath.

“Let me guess. I’m home now, aren’t I?” The man stares back down at you with subtly raised eyebrows before chuckling softly.

“That’s not the reaction I was expecting, but I can’t say I’m mad about it. You’re a smart little kitty, aren’t you.” He leaves you to your thoughts and your mind begins reeling once again. You understand this is wrong, that you shouldn’t be so willing, so obedient. You also know how boring your life has been up until now. How mundane and lonely you’d been for as long as you can remember.

You’d cut ties with your family long ago, and ‘friend’ is a very loose term. Most of the people you called friends are acquaintances at best, your antisociality and trust issues meant ‘making friends’ is not on your life agenda. Somehow you knew, deep down, you wanted something like this to happen. You longed to give up control, to let someone else string you along and take the reins and let you relax, not have to worry about anything anymore. That side of you tended to make itself known through your explorative late teen years.

You’d had romantic partners before, though once anything intimate came up they all refused to associate with you anymore. They couldn’t understand your want to give up control, your need to submit. They refused to collar you ‘like an animal’. None of your partners ever understood the weight behind such a garment. This may be your chance at the relationship you’d always craved, regardless of its twisted nature.

Then there’s the logical side, the chances of you actually escaping. As a quirkless human in the presence of two trained pro heroes (assuming Hizashi is also in on this), the likelihood of you making it out is slim to nonexistent. If you somehow manage to get out, the two could easily track you down and just as easily drag you back. So, as wrong as it seems, you don’t fight it.

Shouta returns with a tray of breakfast, setting it down on your lap after you’d adjusted yourself to lean against the headboard. As he pulls back you mumble a ‘thank you’ and begin to eat, acknowledging the pang of hunger in your belly. As weird as it seems to say ‘thank you’ to your captor, you find it could be helpful even if only a little. Being polite is automatic, but it’s also a great way to make sure you don’t end up injured, or worse, dead somewhere, so for once in a long time your manners are intended. You’d gotten halfway through your meal when Shouta speaks up.

“You’re taking this really well.” He almost seems skeptical. You peer up at him as you finish the food in your mouth.

“There isn’t much use panicking. I’d only end up hurting myself. Besides, it’s not like I can get out.” You motion to the cuff around your ankle and he gives a small chuckle.

“You’re not wrong, kitten.” He leaves to let you finish breakfast, returning ten minutes later and taking your empty tray. He comes back right after, a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold in hand.

“I’m sure you need to use the bathroom.” You give a small nod, acknowledging the pressure in your bladder for the first time since you woke up. Gently, he takes your wrists and locks the cuffs around them, then holds up the blindfold before going to tie it around your head.

“These are just a precaution.” Soon you feel the cuff on your ankle fall away, and Shouta’s strong arms loop under your knees and back as he lifts you off the bed.You’re both surprised and not that he can lift you with relative ease. He is a pro hero after all. It takes less than 30 seconds for him to stop and gently place you down, taking the blindfold and cuffs off.

“I’ll be waiting just outside the door. Once you’re done, knock and I’ll take you back to bed.” You nod and he leaves, locking the door once he’s outside. Of course it locks from the outside. You take a moment to just think about your current predicament. Currently you’re locked in the house of a pro hero, being kept against your will (sort of). Your life had just taken an unexpected turn.

You knock on the door like Shouta said, and it isn’t long before you’re back on the bed with the cuff around your ankle. As he turns to leave you stop him, and he turns back to you with a quirked eyebrow.

“Can I...draw?” You didn’t know if he’d actually let you have anything, but it was worth a shot. If you were to be cooped up here you need to keep yourself occupied. With a low hum, he leaves the room and comes back with a sketch pad, pencil, and eraser.

Days come and go with either of the pros serving you three meals a day. They begin questioning your obedience, especially Hizashi. He questioned your lack of panic and how you never seemed to try to escape. Even he knows this isn’t normal. Shouta seems less skeptical, like he’d expected less of a fight than any normal, sane person would give. When Hizashi asked questions you answered truthfully. Lying is of no use to you.

“Really, I don’t mind it here. So far my life has been pretty shitty and boring, so this turn of events is mildly appreciated. Besides, you treat me relatively well, considering I’m being held captive, so I can’t say I’m upset.” You’d guessed from both your reading and their actions that they truly believed they cared about you. The chances of them hurting you are slim, so you’re able to live with them without fear.

The cuff around your ankle came off about a week in, and Shouta gave you the freedom to roam the house, though it wasn’t without warning. He held his hand out to you, an offer to help you stand, and you took it. Slowly, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and shift your weight to your feet. Your legs shake like a newborn fawn, but Shouta held you to let you stretch your legs and get comfortable walking again.

He led you out to what you assume is the dining table and sat you down, Shouta taking the seat on your right. You assume Hizashi is in the kitchen, what with the clatter and smell of food. Shouta asked what you’d been drawing, which caught you a bit off guard, but you answered anyway.

“Koi fish.” He hummed, focused on you.

“Any particular reason why?” You take a moment to think about your answer, it’s not a question you’re used to responding to.

“Well they’re gorgeous creatures. Elegant, sleek and graceful. The way they move is so mesmerizing, smooth and flawless like a flowing creek. I’ve always loved drawing koi.”

The conversation lapses into your fascination with the fish, how they somehow remind you of dragons and how the fantastical creature’s existence isn’t as far-fetched as it’s made out to be. Hizashi joins soon enough, serving dinner and listening in on the conversation.

Once you all finish eating you get comfortable on the couch, nestled between the two men. It isn’t long before you drift off to sleep, their body heat lulling you into dreamland. Shouta carries you to bed, carefully laying you down and pressing a light kiss to your temple. He stands above you, admiring your features as you sleep.

You’re gorgeous to him, a goddess in your own right. He and his blonde counterpart had started watching you mainly because you were a woman, completely alone and seemingly unarmed in a bar until the earliest hours of the morning. Neither of them could tell if you were quirkless or not, and as heroes they made sure to keep an eye on you during their weekly trip to the bar should you get into any trouble.

But eventually it became a habit to look for you, and the more they looked the farther they fell. You looked as exhausted as Shouta every time you stepped through the doors, hair just beginning to lose its style and shoulders sagged. But you were so beautiful, even in your exhausted state. Hizashi was the first to mention his infatuation to Shouta, but the raven-haired man had already figured the blonde was into you.

Soon enough they began to get antsy, constantly watching you walk out the door into the dead of night all alone. You’re just too trusting of the world outside, not taking enough precautions for a woman of your caliber. They made it their mission to make sure you were safe, and one day, take you back home where they could protect you.

Now that you’re here, it’s like a dream. Even as you sleep you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. How your lashes flutter against your cheeks, the way your lips softly part with every breath, how your chest gently rises and falls, it all makes him stare down at you in complete awe. It takes a great deal of willpower for him to tear his eyes away from you and join Hizashi in their room.

***3 months later***

A couple months have passed since you’d...moved in with the two men, and you can’t say you hate it. They’ve respected your privacy, allowing you to stay in your own room and letting you bathe yourself after refusing their attempts at persuading you to join them. Honestly it’s been nice living with them.

Though, the longer you’re with them the more thoughts begin gathering and swirling in your head. Caring thoughts, how their days progress, how they’re feeling at any point in time. And needy, dirty thoughts. Any time those pop up you make it a point to push them deep down into the farthest recesses of your brain, refusing to fuel those pesky embers.

Somewhere in the back of your mind you know what’s happening, what’s been happening. You’re no stranger to Stockholm Syndrome, having done your own minimal research on the subject a few years back. You constantly tell yourself this isn’t normal, nor is it healthy, to enjoy the company of your captors. You have to remind yourself that they had taken you from everything you knew, and even though there wasn’t much for you to love, they’d taken you from that as well.

But soon enough the illogical prevailed, because despite all of that, the two have been nothing but good to you.

In no time at all the days you spend alone in the large house are the days you find yourself missing their company, hoping they’d return sooner. You managed to dig through their clothes and pick out some of their older t-shirts, and began wearing them around the house. Their lingering scents have been a comfort as you patiently wait for them to come back. They don’t seem to mind at all, so you’re content.

As time passes you get closer with them, gravitating toward them and snuggling into either of their sides, letting them wrap an arm around you and tug you into them. You began giving kisses when they left and returned, a small peck on the cheek at the door. The first time you had engaged a kiss was a shock to both of them.

You had tugged Shouta’s sleeve and when he turned you silently grabbed his collar and yanked him down, leaving a small peck on his cheek, doing the same with Hizashi. They barely had the time to react before you dashed to your room and curled under the blankets, face heated and heart pounding like some schoolgirl who had confessed to her crush and got a positive response. That night you’d received more cuddles and kisses than normal.

The kisses became routine, and before long you all slept in the same bed. Strangely enough, life began to feel somewhat normal. The house began to feel like home.

And soon enough that schoolgirl crush manifested into something dirty, something lustful and carnal. Just as much as you long to be around them, you want desperately to feel their hands on your bare skin, mapping out the curves of your body as you writhe beneath them. You crave them and their touch. But of course you still have your pride. Dropping hints would have to suffice.

Slowly, subtly, you dress lighter, more scantily. No shorts under their t-shirts that barely cover your ass, allowing the stretched collars to drop and expose the slightest peek of skin. After a shower you walk back to the room in nothing but a towel, allowing the edge to ride up your thighs. Your tactics seemed to work, their eyes glued to the newly exposed skin, soaking in your plush thighs and soft skin. Their stares make you ache, but after weeks of nothing but lingering glances you decide to toss your pride out the window.

You have dinner ready when they walk in the door, and after everyone had eaten and showered you usher them both to the couch while you sit facing them from the coffee table. Their confusion is evident on their faces, your nervous fidgeting and reluctance to look them in the eyes didn’t help. What you’re about to bring up is embarrassing to say the least, but staying silent would be a detriment to your sanity. With a steadying breath, you meet their gaze and quietly force out your seemingly ridiculous request.

“So… I enjoy being here with you,” your fingers twist into the hem of your shirt and you swallow down the lump in your throat, “and I really appreciate that you’ve given me anything I asked for-”

“No.” Shouta’s voice suddenly cuts off your sentence.

“You can’t go outside, Kitten. I’m sorry, but that’s non-negotiable right now.” You blink dumbly at him, completely thrown off balance by his statement before you catch yourself, waving your hands frantically in front of you.

“No! Oh god, that’s not…um…. I wasn’t asking to go outside. I love being here, with you, and doing whatever but...it’s what we don’t do...that’s bothering me...just a little bit…” By now your voice is so quiet and high-pitched you wonder if they can even hear you. Hizashi, bless his heart, is just as confused as before the conversation started.

“Sunshine, you aren’t making much sense. If you think about it, there’s actually a lot we don’t do.” Shouta holds a hand up, silencing the blonde. His dark eyes drag over your body, watching the way your thighs almost imperceptibly rub together and you can’t meet his gaze. You squirm, the intensity in his eyes something you aren’t used to but it makes you hot all over. His hand comes down on his thigh twice.

“Come here, Kitty.” Slowly, you stand and walk to him, letting his hands grab your hips and pull you down to straddle his lap. A finger curls under your chin, angling your head to look Shouta in the eyes. A small smirk pulls the corner of his mouth, a moment of realization flashing across his face.

“Our little Kitty is getting needy ‘Zashi. Isn’t that right, Kitten?” Heat flooded your face, your embarrassment and arousal sending hot blood to your face and chest. You squeeze your eyes shut and nod, hoping they’d do something about the very horny state you’re in. Shouta’s hand moves to your hip again, lifting you and placing you in Hizashi’s lap before standing and walking away.

The blonde cooed at the surprised squeak you let out at the sudden movement, and you open your eyes to his wide grin. Leaning forward, he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. It feels nice, and you let your body melt into him and his warmth, his long fingers digging into the flesh of your lower back as he tugs you closer and a pleasant haze settles over your mind.

It’s a blissful moment shared between you, and Shouta returns just as Hizashi pulls away from the kiss. They share a look you can’t place before the former raises a hand to gently stroke your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He seems conflicted, trying to mull over some sort of decision in his brain, his brows just barely drawn and jaw set. When his eyes dropped to his other hand, yours followed, to find he held a long thin black velvet box. Clearly it holds some sort of jewelry.

After a few moments he turns it to you and lifts the lid, and your heart damn near stops beating. Whether it’s from excitement or a brief flash of fear, you don’t know. These two have been watching you for much longer than just at the bar. Those few months are only the tip of the iceberg, but how they’d come to notice you would probably forever remain a mystery to you.

Right now, all that matters is that they know everything. From your failed relationships to the reason they’d all ended. They had to know, that’s the only explanation. There’s no possible way it’s pure coincidence that you now gaze down at a beautifully crafted leather collar. It’s simple, thin, black dotted sparsely with sparkling gems and a dainty metal ring centered at the front. Tentatively, you reach out and trace the leather with your fingers.

“Is this...for me?” A deep hum sounds in Shouta’s chest, and that’s answer enough for you. Shouta plucks the garment from its seat and moves behind you. The cool leather feels heavenly as he loops it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin. Everything seemed to go quiet as you waited for something, anything, to solidify this moment.

Click.

You shudder out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Shouta tilts your head and presses his lips to yours, looping a finger through the collar and giving a gentle tug. It makes you mewl, allowing him space to slip his tongue behind your teeth. He can see your pupils dilate when he pulls away, plush lips slick with saliva, lust invading your mind. You look so needy and desperate for them, so fucking gorgeous.

Hizashi leaves a kiss on your cheek then picks you up and places you on your feet. Both men grab either of your hands, lacing their fingers with yours, and gently pull you with them to the bedroom. Hizashi begins undressing first, and you can only let your eyes drag over his bare upper body for a moment before Shouta grabs your chin and distracts you with another kiss. This one is more passionate, heated, rough as his tongue effortlessly invades and dominates your mouth. Hizashi’s voice permeates your lust-filled haze.

“Come here, baby.” Shouta pulls away and allows you to walk over to where the blonde sits naked on the edge of the bed. He motions for you to turn around and you oblige, then he grabs your hips and pulls you back to sit in his lap, your back pressed to his chest. You watch as Shouta undresses, baring his skin to you as Hizashi tasks himself with undressing you.

Your shirt is the first to be removed, a groan spilling from the blonde when he discovers you aren’t wearing a bra. He pulls you flush against his chest, peppering wet kisses down your neck and shoulders as your eyes roam over Shouta’s sculpted frame. The raven haired man makes his way over, kneeling down between your legs and reaching up to toy with your breasts, rough fingers working your nipples until they peak. Hizashi’s hands find their way down to the pouch of your stomach, grabbing at the soft pliant flesh and squishing the fat there.

You let out a low whine, feeling extremely self-conscious with his hands working at the parts of your body you hate the most. You grab at his wrists in an attempt to pull him away, but he hushes you and whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck.

“It’s okay, pretty baby. Let me feel you.” You will yourself to let him go, let his hands explore your body the way he wants. He keeps his hands on your belly, long fingers massaging into your skin.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He’s nipping and kissing at your neck, whispering praises into your ear as he fondles all the fatty parts of you.

Shouta’s hands reach up and tug your panties down, then grip your thighs and pull them apart, exposing you to his hungry eyes. You can’t help but feel exposed, uncomfortable, as they touch and gaze at every part of yourself you had always despised. A whimper builds in your chest, tears beginning to sting your eyes and your breath shaking. Hizashi leans over and kisses your tears away as Shouta leans forward and kisses at your belly and thighs, hands working at whatever flesh he couldn’t get his lips on.

“Let us love you. All of you. You’re such a pretty kitty.” You let yourself relax, let yourself relish in the fact that these two gorgeous men are doting over your body like you’re a goddess, like they couldn’t live if they didn’t worship every one of your perfect imperfections. Though you’re far from comfortable, the initial fear subsides, allowing them full access to you.

“Good girl kitty, good girl.” Shouta whispers as he nips at your thighs, sucking little red marks into your skin. He hooks your legs over Hizashi’s, and the blonde’s fingers dip down to tease your folds, barely breaching your little hole and making you buck for more friction. A soft moan slips from your lips as he pushes two long fingers into your soaked pussy.

You rock your hips into his hand, his palm barely brushing against your clit making you mewl. Shouta focuses his attention on your breasts and belly where Hizashi left bare, kneading and kissing and licking, leaving blooming marks all over your skin. Soon you feel a knot form in your stomach, tightening and burning impossibly hot. Hizashi feels your pussy clenching around his fingers and quickens his pace, grinding his palm down against your clit hard and curling his fingers to hit that spot that has you seeing stars.

When the knot snaps you’re falling apart on Hizashi’s lap, back arched and legs shaking. You throw your head back against his shoulder and cry out, pleasure racking your body in intense waves. Hizashi keeps moving his fingers inside you, letting you ride out your high, legs trembling and toes curling with the continued stimulation.

After your release you relax back down, chest heaving with every breath. Hizashi lifts you up and lays you down on the bed, Shouta crawling up over you and kissing you sweetly. He grabs your legs and wraps them around his waist, lining up his painfully hard erection with your throbbing pussy.

“Are you ready for me kitty?” You look up at him through your lashes and nod fervently, needing him desperately despite the sensitivity. He tugs at your collar gently.

“Use your words kitty cat. Are you ready for me?” Your eyes widen slightly and you answer without any real thought.

“Yes Daddy.” Shouta growls at the name and swears under his breath, thrusting his hips forward and bottoming out all at once. The air is punched from your lungs, the stretch around his thick length almost enough to make you cum a second time. Shouta leans down and kisses at the bruises Hizashi had left on your neck, giving you some time to adjust. It only takes a few moments for your walls to stop clamping down on him.

“I’m going to move now kitty. Relax for me.” He starts slow, groaning as he watches his length slide in and out of you.

Your warmth feels so good around his cock, and he moves faster, driving his cock so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat. Hizashi lays down next to you and puts two fingers into your mouth, your tongue sliding over them, coating them in your saliva.

He pulls them out and goes to rub your clit, leaning over and placing open mouth kisses along your collarbone, sucking new bruises onto your skin. Your legs quake with the quick building pleasure, your second orgasm creeping up fast. Suddenly both men stop their movements, Shouta pulling your body flush against him and sitting up.

Lithe, cold fingers suddenly dance around your back entrance, toying with your puckered hole. A single finger pushes in and you mewl and squirm at the new sensation. A second finger works its way in, the two digits working to stretch you gently. Soon there’s a third, and when you’re relaxed the fingers are gone and replaced by the thick head of Hizashi’s cock.

“You ready, sweet thing?” You nod and whine, a little weary but ready to be full of the two men. He slowly inches his way inside, shallow thrusts sinking him deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. Both men pepper wet kisses along your shoulders, giving you time to relax, but you don’t need it. You whine, wiggle your hips in an attempt to get them to move, and they oblige.

Their initial pace is slow, letting you feel every ridge and vein as they slip in and out of you. They build up a rhythm, when one is bottomed out the other has only the tip in, and soon you’re drooling from the amount of stimulation you’re getting. Hizashi’s fingers move down to work at your clit, and just the slightest touch has you trembling. The stimulation shoves you over the edge and has you cumming hard around them, your slick dripping down your thighs. They slow their pace slightly, your holes clamping down on them and attempting to milk them dry. Hizashi’s fingers rub your clit harder, overstimulating you.

“Do you have one more for us baby? I know you can cum one more time for us.” You whine, thrashing in their arms trying to simultaneously get away and tug them closer. Tears fall down your cheeks and a familiar tension fills the pit of your stomach and Shouta leans over and bites down on your shoulder. The pain pulls you over, crying out as you clamp down on their lengths hard. Their hips stutter as they chase their own release, and they shoot rope after rope of cum into you as you ride out your own high.

They still their movements, holding you and each other close. After a few moments they pull out together, the movement making you moan and tremble. Your body goes limp and Shouta pulls you to lean against him, stroking your hair and back. You’re sobbing softly into Shouta’s shoulder, your last release washing over your body almost painfully, your bones already beginning to ache. Shouta rubs your back softly and Hizashi peppers soft kisses along your shoulders, both cooing praises in your ears.

Shouta picks you up and the three of you go over to the bathroom, where Hizashi plugs the drain and turns on the tap to fill the large tub with hot water. Shouta climbs in and sits down, still cradling you, and the slowly rising water begins to soothe you. Hizashi pulls out a tube of ointment and rubs it onto Shouta’s back, relieving the scratch marks you left on him. After tending to Shouta he unlocks your collar and sinks into the tub, leaning against you. You let the two massage you and wash you, bringing you back from the intense scene.

“You okay kitten?” Shouta rumbles into your ear, petting your hair. You nod into his shoulder and grab Hizashi’s hand, wanting to be close to the both of them. The hot water and the care of the two bring you back down to earth, and you start to feel fatigue pulling at your consciousness. Hizashi notices you drifting off and takes you from Shouta. He dries you off with a towel and locks your collar back around your neck.

“Sho, I’m going to take her to bed. When you’re ready come join us.” Shouta hums and Hizashi carries you to bed.

You lay with Hizashi and cuddle into his chest, letting him hold you and rock you as you drift off. After a few minutes you feel the bed behind you dip and look up at Shouta with half lidded eyes. He gives you a peck on the lips before nuzzling against your back. With a long, soft sigh you melt into their arms, content with the new life you’d been brought into.

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sheraphic · 3 years ago

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hiii could you do one of these instagram things with eve.frsn and harry, i just love her style xoxo ♥️♥️♥️

𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

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author's note; hi there anon, sorry for the waiting but here it is your request, hope you like it.

warnings; there can be a few mistakes with the grammar.

「 REQUESTS ARE OPEN 」

It would be wonderful If you ~reblog it~ that help me a lot, it inspire me for write more.

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yourinstagram walked all day and couldn't find the rainbow

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harrystyles I'm looking at one right now

⤅ynfan992 he calls her rainbow 😩

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yndaily I'm not gonna say who took this picture bc y'all know it already

⤅yourinstagram a stranger

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harryfan092 PROOFS!

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harrystyles In the middle of a rainy june

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yourinstagram all that green and your eyes are still my favorites

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cazoff model material, naturally

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yourinstagram contrast 🔹🔻

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florencepugh = 💜

⤅yourinstagram :)

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harrystyles The route was traced, the playlist was ready; and even like that we get lost.

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yourinstagram told you to give the map and you said no

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⤅harrystyles It was.

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yourinstagram excuse the sunburn

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harrystyles Malva thoughts.

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gemmastyles I'll never share my favorite color with you again.

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⤅ynfan129 someone is in trouble

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claraamfo music, reading, painting... Leave some for the rest of us, the mortals.

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⤅ynfan723 And he's also @yourinstagram broyfriend 😩

⤅claraamfo @ynfan723 that's what hurt the most

sammywitte I never knew you knew how to paint.

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⤅harryfan982 @harryfan662 it's like they just comment to roasting him

⤅harryfan222 @harryfan982 and we are loving it!

⤅harryfan116 true friendship it's this

flammedepigelle inspired.

⤅harryfan671 oh, well...

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jennynails delivery will be this wednesday!

⤅harryfan712 harry's nails will be malva?

⤅harryfan991 omg that's so cute

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yourinstagram I'm Malva.

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harrystyles In fact, you're the whole palette, my darling

⤅yourinstagram 🤍

⤅harryandyn he loves his little rainbow

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⤅harryfan445 @harryfan330 and all we can say is thank you to the wonderful yn.

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⤅harryupdates @harryfan672 we thought that too, we were ready to reply back

⤅harryfan610 @harryupdates to fight back*

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⤅harryfan672 @ynfan168 the only nasty thing i could say about their relationship it's that i'm deeply jealous

yndaily yeah yeah, so cute. When is the wedding?

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selenagomez Oh, he draw you ❤️

⤅harrystyles He indeed did it

⤅harryfan672 I can't with this man referring to himself in the third person

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charlotteanneclark You two put my expectations so high

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spaceykacey lovers in their little birdhouse

tylersamj I see a stubble :)

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⤅jefeazoff don't crash his hopes, @mitchrowland

⤅gemmastyles stop defending him, @jefeazoff

⤅harrystyles I want to grow a lumberjack beard :)

⤅yourinstagram we already talked about this, Harry.

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letsloveimagines · 4 years ago

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Title: Crush II

Pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!youtuber!reader

Collab with: @the-winter-sxldier-posts

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: You HAVE to write a part 2 of crush where they meet! It would be so cuteeee!

Word Count: 1667

Warnings: a little swearing but mostly fluff

Note: The images doesn’t belong to me, all the credits go to the respective creators. I only made the collage. Also, I will not make anything to make Corpse uncomfortable, if he ends saying he doesn’t like fanfiction about him, I will delete this.

Part I: Here

♦⋅☆⋅♦ Y/N pressed her left foot on the clutch pedal, turned the car key and heard the engine roaring loudly afterwards. She added the address on the GPS, looked at herself in the mirror for a moment taking a deep breath, trying to stay calm and focused. She put the car in first gear, and started driving from her apartment complex's private parking lot to the main road.

As her small and comfortable car drove through the streets of Los Angeles, the girl kept listening to what was on the radio. Every now and then, her stomach would churned with nervousness but she would take a deep breath and smile uncertainly to herself, trying to convince herself that everything would be okay.

Fed up with the podcast she was listening to, turned her car's Bluetooth on when she had to stop at a red traffic light, she switched to her current favorite Playlist.

Distracted by the music and humming softly accompanied by Rihanna's voice, she put the first gear back on, moving the car forward when the traffic light turned green, quickly shifting to the second and then putting on the third.

Her mind was racing, however.

Life had gone well since that specific day... since Y/N and Corpse confessed their feelings to each other. Their mutual friends that they played with knew the truth and were extremely happy for them, which was wonderful and soothing. Outside of them, no one else knew what had happened.

Corpse and Y/N talked every day, stayed on the phone every night until one of them fell asleep unfortunately, the girl always fell asleep first, and saw each other through FaceTime whenever they could.

In other words, the two could say that they were basically dating already... Even though there was never a real question. But perhaps that was about to change, for the day had finally come when they would meet physically.

A sound of receiving a phone call invaded the car and interrupted her thoughts. With a smile on her lips already knowing who was, Y/N clicked on the answer button and waited while entering a roundabout.

"Hey." That characteristic deep voice was heard.

"Hey you." She replied while looking briefly at his name written on the car screen.

"Are you on your way yet?"

"Yes, I just left the house. I'll be there In about two hours, depending on the traffic today."

Corpse cleared his throat and Y/N almost visualized him playing with his rings, and messing with his dark curly hair. "Are you sure you haven't forgotten anything?"

"Well, I hope not. I’ve had my bags packed for two days, but I think I have everything that is necessary with me. If not, there is no problem really." She replied.

"This is going to... This is really going to happen isn't it?" She could hear the smile in the man's voice.

"Yes, Corpse, it is. We will finally meet in person."

"I can't wait to see you." He whispered.

Y/N felt her cheeks warm for a moment, and she knew that if she looked in the mirror she would see a dark pink tone on her skin. She bit her lower lip in an attempt to stop the huge smile. "I can't wait to give you a big hug and tell you everything face to face."

Corpse laughed deeply, his tone was warm and full of emotion. "I know... I am anxious, and I am not going to lie about it. I'm super nervous. My hands are shaking so much that I don't even know how I haven't dropped my phone yet."

"Oh, Corpse..." Y/N whispered with a heavy heart, but was attentive to the road at the intersection where she was. "There is no reason to be nervous, it's just me. It’s just us."

"I know..." He sighed softly. After a few minutes without speaking, enjoying the comfortable silence between the two and listening to the sound of the Y/N’s car motor, he continued. "Well..." Corpse cleared his throat. "I will let you concentrate on your driving. Be careful and pay attention to the road."

"I will, I’ll see you later."

"Bye."

"Bye, Corpse."

The call ended but the anxiety and nervousness did not. However, only the sound of his voice and the small conversation they had was able to make Y/N smile all the way to San Diego.

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Y/N pressed the turn signal, the green arrow flashing to the right, and parked the car in an empty parking space in front of the building. The woman's neutral and almost robotic voice came from the GPS saying: You have reached your destination. Shaking in her place, the girl put on the brake and turned off the car, taking a deep breath trying to calm herself once more.

It was now or never... Should she send him a message to let him know she was already there? Should she just knock on the door? Her hands were shaking so much, and her heart was beating so hard and so fast that it almost hurt.

She sat in the driver's seat for a few more minutes, so nervous she might pass out. It is better to just go there, she thought, the longer it takes the more nervous I will become.

She took a deep breath, unbuckled her seat belt, removed the keys from the ignition and quickly got out of the car, closing the door behind her, and going to the trunk to remove the pink suitcase. When it was on the floor next to her, she closed the trunk and locked the car safely, looking at the intimidating building in front of her.

Without further ado she approached it, opened the entrance door, climbed the stairs with some difficulty to his floor, and trembling, she shyly knocked on the door with her knuckles.

That door was opened so fast that it even scared her.

They were both looking at each other almost stunned... Finally they were there, in person, just a meter away and with a spine of the door separating them. Corpse was even more beautiful in person, and Y/N found herself lost in his dark eyes for a while.

"Hi..." She said sheepishly.

Corpse looked at her examining her from head to toe as if he couldn't believe she was real. Finally he smiled so beautifully that she almost forgot to breathe. "Hi." He replied.

Y/N dragged the suitcase a little closer to her, uncertain how to proceed. She didn't have time to think, however, as Corpse seemed to get tired of the waiting and shyness between them, crossed the space between the two and took her in his arms. His body was warm against hers, extremely hot, and his embrace was loving and passionate. Y/N inhaled his attractive scent - a mixture of soap, men's perfume and something else - and Corpse laughed through her hair.

"You’re here!" He exclaimed loudly, laughing deeply, spinning in circles with her still in his arms laughing out loud like he was.

When the two were inside the apartment, Corpse released her and pulled her suitcase inside as well, closing the door to prevent any curious neighbor from trying to see what was going on.

The two of them stayed there with smiles so big on their faces that their cheeks hurt… But it was definitely a good pain.

"I don't even know what to say..." Y / N confessed, practically shaking with excitement in her place.

Corpse smiled again, taking her hand timidly and gently, caressing her skin and interlacing their fingers and pulling her closer to him. "Me neither."

They were silent just enjoying the moment, and enjoying the fact that they were there, together... that it was real. How many times had they imagined this? How many times had they dreamed of that moment?

Corpse lowered his head slightly looking into her eyes intently, but his brows furrowed as if something troubling was going through his mind. "I…"

"What is it?" Y/N questioned worriedly.

Corpse made a shy expression. “Can I… Can I kiss you?”

Y/N's cheeks caught fire but her smile was so big, and she was so happy that she felt like she was going to explode at any moment. "Yes! Yes, of course you can…"

The young man approached, with his hand on Y/N's waist to pull her closer and the other one climbing up her arm, her shoulder, then her neck and resting on her burning cheek, where he was caressing the hot skin. Their fresh, labored and nervous breaths mingled, closing the distance until their lips touched, finally in what felt like an explosion of fireworks or an explosion of magic. Corpse's lips were soft and warm against hers, kissing her tenderly, as he brought their bodies together even more almost as if he was afraid that she would disappear at any moment.

The kiss was a mixture of lips and tongues, longing, passion and mostly love. It ended faster than they would have liked, but they stayed in each other's arms, sharing passionate smiles.

After a moment, Corpse whispered, "I still think this is a dream, and that I'm going to wake up after the normal three fucking hours that I can barely sleep."

Y/N laughed with her heart leaping and butterflies in her belly, playing with the laces of the black sweatshirt he had worn that day, wrapping it around her fingers and looking him in the dark eyes. "Me too, I've pinched myself hundreds of times today just to make sure this was real. But if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up anymore."

"I will punch the face of anyone who tries to wake me up." Corpse joked making Y/N let out the laugh he liked so much to hear.

"I love you." She whispered dizzy with emotion.

"That’s good, because I love you too."

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spices-and-cherries · 4 years ago

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Don’t make me wait (James Bond x Reader)

This was a request by the lovely @iamcavainna! I’m so sorry it took so long, but life was being a bit rough. I also wanted to at least try and make this good, so I thought that it would be better if I took some time with it... There is a fluffy ending!

I did not reference race, gender, sexuality, or physical appearance. If I missed something, please let me know so I can change it!

Warnings: drinking wine, a gun, angst, anxiety, mentions of potential accidents that could happen in a snowy mountain

It’s not uncommon for your partner, James Bond, to be traveling abroad for weeks on end. While it can get lonely, he does try to call regularly from whichever hotel he’s staying in. After a while, you became used to it. Why? Late or not, he always kept his promise:

I’ll be back.

The last time he had called, he had said that he wouldn’t be able to contact you for a week at most due to a strenuous business conference at a ski resort in the Alps. Seeing as this was normal routine for him, you thought nothing of it and just reminded him not to accidentally hurt himself (yet again).

But today, you’re worried. In fact, you’ve been worried for five days straight. It’s been over a week - eleven days to be exact - and now you feel as though something is off.

Had he flown off the side of a cliff? Did he get lost? Was he trapped under an avalanche of snow?

James had given you an address to go to in case of emergency, but would this be the right time to use it? How can you be sure that you’re just not being paranoid? And if you did go, what would you say? James has never taken you to his place of work and barely talks about his colleagues, so who would you even be speaking to?

Hundreds of panicked questions circle your mind as you pace around your living space, phone in one hand and address in the other. You had barely slept the night before and hadn’t eaten all day.

You missed James. He’s been gone for almost a month now and no number of phone calls could replace the feeling of his warmth on his side of the bed. His laugh, his miserable cooking, his rough hands... You needed all of that and more back at home next to you. So you had to go.

You check the time. It’s just before four o’clock. If you hurry, you just might catch someone on their way out.

---

Without a second thought, you slip on your coat and hurry to the closest bus stop. The trip there was a bit of a haze, between the times you were navigating and transferring. The haze dissipates pretty quickly as you walk up to what was supposed to be some office building and not a glamourous apartment complex with a Rolls Royce being unloaded in front of the main entrance.

You have to double and triple check the address written down and your GPS on your phone. It seemed to be the right place...

Tentatively, you walk into the lobby, feeling very out of place and small. The floor looks like it all marble and there’s a little fountain in the middle of the space.

Anxious, you manage to sign yourself in at the front desk. There were some complications due to your ID, but after a quick phone call, it was sorted out and you were free to go up. You speed-walk to the elevators, feeling like someone was watching you. Looking around, you didn’t see anyone but the uptight attendant you had just spoken to making another call. The elevator doors open and you walk in.

As you get closer and closer to your destination, you feel more anxious and your palms start to sweat. You furiously try and dry them as the doors open into what looked to be someone’s home.

And that someone was straight in front of you.

“Who are you?” She was an older woman with short, salt-and-pepper hair and a fitted pantsuit.

“Uh...” You hear the elevator doors close behind you. There’s no escaping now.

“Well? I don’t have all day, you know.”

“My name is (Y/) (L/N)... I think my husband works for you.” One of her eyebrows raised. “Uh, he said that in case of emergency that I come here...” You pull out the piece of paper and she takes it. “I don’t really have anything urgent, but he’s unusually late in checking in and I-”

“Good lord.” She muttered furiously after scanning the note and crushes it.

“Pardon?” You ask, somewhat alarmed by the unexpected response.

“Please, have a seat.” She waves to a chair and you comply.

“Do you know-”

“Your husband? Yes. He’s one of my men.”

“Men?”

“...Well I can see that that fool did follow my order for once, not that it makes much difference...”

“I’m not sure I understand...”

“Normally, you wouldn’t have to.” She sits down across from you. “What is it that Bond told you about his job?”

“...Well, he’s one of those people who are the intermediaries between large company deals...?”

“Close. In reality, he’s the exact opposite.”

“I don’t-”

“Bond is an agent trained in the art of infiltration in order to stop certain kinds of ...businesses from expanding more than they already have. In short, your... husband... is an international spy.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“But that is not the issue here.” She stares at you with eagle eyes. “The issue is this address. Did Bond give it to you?”

“Yes!” You squeak - to say you’re terrified would be an understatement. “He said to come here in case of an emergency while he wasn’t home.”

“And the emergency is?”

“It’s been over a week since he last called. He promised that he would contact me once the week ended. He’s five days late. He’s never late for that long!”

“Right.” She rests her head in the palm of her hand as if she were dealing with some trivial issue. “Has anyone seen this address or followed you here?”

“No one has seen it and I don’t think so?”

“You don’t think so or you don’t know?” She snaps, but her face softens after seeing the look on your face. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Do you - do you know where James is?”

"...We know just as much as yourself. It seems the only thing that man is good for is causing me trouble.” She was standing up again and pacing.

“Is there anything I can do to help? I have this awful feeling that something happened!”

“I am afraid not. We are already doing all we can.” She sighs. “...Did he tell you anything last time he contacted you?”

“He said he was going to a ski resort with a client in the Alps...”

“Nothing else?”

“Not that I can remember.” She takes a good look at you, then turns away.

“We were told the same. Any longer and we’ll may have to consider him MIA.”

“MIA?” You feel slightly faint. “Is - is he in danger?”

“If he wasn’t he wouldn’t be doing his job.” You slump back into your seat, unsure of how to take all this information in. Not only has your husband lied to you about his profession, but that profession is putting him in danger!

“Is there anything you can tell me?” You start fiddling with your hands. “I don’t think I caught your name...”

“That would be because I didn’t tell it to you. You may call me M.”

“Right.” You nod awkwardly. “Seeing as all this is top secret and I’m-”

“A civilian.”

“...What’s going to happen to me?”

“That would be for upper management to decide. Though it shouldn’t be anything too harmful. Bond was the one who brought you into this, after all.”

“Will he be fired?” Alarm rushes through you at the thought.

“Oh no,” M looks at you with surprise. “James has done much worse than this. They’ll just give him a light spanking and send him off. He’s too good to be let go of.” She looks at you with a penetrating gaze. “Too damn good.”

“Well, that’s a relief.” You smile awkwardly. “In all honesty, this whole situation is a bit much for me.”

“I can imagine.”

“Does this happen with James often?”

“Missing a check-in or finding out about secret marriages?”

“Missing check-ins?”

“Yes, yes it does. Although it seems as though he contacts you more than us. It’s been two weeks since he last called in. It does seem like he’s taking longer than usual...”

---

Out of supposed security concerns, M told you to stay with her until James comes back. As a compromise, she sent some people to keep surveillance in your neighborhood and on your flat. Of course, this meant a couple of days (or more) living with this mysterious woman. M never talked unless necessary and most certainly did not bring her work home. While she trusts you enough in her home, she cannot afford anything leaking out, no matter how harmless.

That being said, she did try to update you on any word (or lack thereof) from your husband. The more time past, the more anxious you became. You could no longer sleep and M would find you in your room just staring at the ceiling. You had confided in her just once about how much you were missing him when you had one too many glasses of wine. Despite your loneliness, you really did try and keep strong. If the two of you were eating together, you’d ask her questions about your husband’s job. M couldn’t answer more than half of them, but did try to help shed some light on this new side of James.

She couldn’t go into a lot of details, both due to how classified it all was, but because she thought that James should be the one to explain everything.

On the third day, M had informed you that James had sent a message. It was short and didn’t disclose his whereabouts, but you were so relieved that your knees just about gave out from underneath you.

He was safe.

He was safe and that was all that mattered to you. Several more days would pass before you’d be reunited.

---

It was the dead of night and, like usual, you couldn’t sleep. M wasn’t home - she said that she would be late - so you had eaten by yourself. While her suite is beautiful, you can’t help but wish that you were home in your little flat. You used to be annoyed about how much the building settled or your neighbors snoring during the night. Now, the lack of noise unsettles you. However, every noise you do happen to hear makes the hairs on your arms stick up.

Especially when you hear the elevator open awfully early in the night.

Somehow, you knew that it wasn’t M. Maybe it was because you didn’t hear her toss her handbag on one of the chairs or that her usual heels didn’t sound like they should. Either way, you had to make sure that everything was okay. You quietly get out of the bed and grab an empty wine bottle.

Carefully, you slowly twist the doorknob to ease the door open by just a crack. You can just make out a figure that was much bigger than M shuffling around her desk. Unsure of what to do and not wanting to blow your cover immediately, you stay right where you are. He - for it was most definitely a man - straightened himself out and proceeded to make himself comfortable in one her chairs with his back towards you.

Why would a burglar make himself at home?

As he begins to pour himself a glass, you gently open the door wide enough that you could slip through it. You bless your lucky starts that it doesn’t squeak.

One, two, three, four steps forward when suddenly two unexpected things happen at the same time.

The man had gotten up, spun around and pointed a gun at your head.

The elevator doors open to reveal M.

“Good heavens! What is happening?” You watch M hurry in, throwing her bag on a chair. “Bond! Put the gun down!” Your head snaps back around. The look of surprise and alarm was reflected in your husband’s bright blue eyes. You drop the bottle and it shatters. His gun was swiftly tossed aside.

“James.” You choke back a sob as you run into his arms. He hugs back just as fiercely.

“(Y/N).” He softly tucks your head into his shoulder and seems to relax in your arms.

“I missed you.”

“I know.”

“While this is awfully touching, you have a lot of explaining to do, Bond.” James lifts his head when he hears M say his name.

“Ah. Yes. I forgot you were here.” You didn’t need to see M’s face to know the look of annoyance she was most likely sporting.

“Just sit down.” M snaps, but you can tell that it’s half-hearted. James lets go of you, but grabs your hand as he sinks down into the couch. You curl up on his side, his hand still in yours.

You would never know what it was that the two talked about after that because you had fallen asleep as soon as your head settled on his shoulder.

When you woke up, it was bright out and you were on the couch. Your pillow shifts, making you do a double take. Your pillow was in fact an arm. You shift to your other side and find yourself face to face with your husband’s sleeping face. Gently, you caress his face then plant a kiss on his cheek.

“That’s hardly what I would call a good afternoon kiss.” James smirks, suddenly wide awake.

“Afternoon?”

“It’s just after one.” He gently pulls you closer to him. “Now, don’t make me wait more than I already have...”

“That makes two of us, doesn’t it-” You kiss him squarely on the mouth then pull back - much to his obvious displeasure. “-Mr. Secret Agent?”

Needless to say, the two of you would take the time to talk things out and bring everything (that’s not classified information) into the light.

I tried really hard with this one, so I hope you all enjoyed it! I kinda feel like the start and the end were rushed... I plan on doing some Jake Lonergan headcanons this week, so that will be fun. Please feel free to send me ideas or requests! It might take a while for me to finish it, but I’ll try my best!

- Simpy

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fanfics4all · 5 years ago

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Green Light, Red Light

Request: Yes / No Hi can I please get a Spencer Reid x reader where if you’ve seen the 12 season where cat has his mom and tells him that she’s pregnant with his kids and tells him she did it because she Convince him that he was doing it with Maeve and reader over hears them and she starts to feel the she was just a rebound to him and they get in a fight about how she’s Insecure about their relationship and can it end in fluff please and if you can thank you 🙏🏼 sorry if this doesn’t make sense or sounds Messy Anon

Requests are open, but please read this! <3 Have a nice day/night

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Word count: 8910

Warnings: Honestly not much I think.

Y/N: Your Name

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Emily had just called me and told me to come to the office. I dropped everything immediately and rushed to work. I just knew it was something about Spencer. God I hope he’s okay… As soon as I got there I rushed into her office, Rossi was already in there.

“Emily, I came as fast as I could. What’s happened? Is Spencer okay?” I asked, worry clearly in my voice.

“Thank you for coming Y/N, Fiona and I went to see Reid.” She said.

“And? Is he okay?” I asked.

“He said his Mother was in trouble.” She said and I looked at her confused.

“Were Reid and Diana scheduled to have a visit?” Rossi asked.

“He didn’t think so, but it happened anyway.” Emily answered.

“What did Cassie say?” I asked.

“Cassie didn’t bring Diana. Another nurse did, a Carol Atkinson.” She answered and I looked at her confused.

“Cassie would never let another nurse take care of her.” I said.

“Garcia’s running a search on the name now, but it’s an alias.” She said.

“For who?” Rossi asked before I could.

“Lindsey Vaughn.” She said.

“Lindsey Vaughn? From that case in Chula Vista ten years ago?” Rossi asked.

“You remember it.” Emily said.

“But how could it be her now? And why?” He asked.

“I asked him the same thing.” She said.

“And how did that go?” He asked.

“He slammed the table and ended up being escorted out by guards.” She said and I bit my lip. My poor Spencer…

“Any chance he’s wrong?” Rossi asked.

“Well, Reid did smell Scratch’s drugs before the murder, and he said there was another woman in the room with them.” She said.

“No, there’s no way he could be wrong, this is Spencer we’re talking about!” I said and they sighed.

“Well, if Lindsey took Diana to visit, where’s Cassie?” Rossi asked.

“We don’t know. Her phone goes straight to voicemail, she’s not returning texts either. Y/N, when was the last time you talked to her?” She asked me.

“Um, a few weeks ago. She was giving me updates about Diana and said that I should come and visit, that it might help her.” I answered. I was now regretting not visiting her sooner, who knows what might be happening to her now…

“And Garcia pinged it?” Rossi asked.

“She tried, but the battery must be dead. The GPS was turned off. Walker and JJ are on their way to Reid’s apartment now.” Emily said.

“I should be going with them.” I said, but Emily shook her head.

“You’re too close to this Y/N.” She said.

“We’re all close to this Emily.” I said and she sighed.

“I know, but I can’t send you out there until we have something.” She said and I sighed. I understood why, but I just wanted to help Spencer and save Diana if she was really in trouble.

“So what if this has been a Scratch-Lindsey partnership this whole time?” Rossi asked.

“If that’s true, given his mental state, I’m not sure Reid makes it to trial.” Emily said and I felt my heart break.

“I-I need to see him.” I said and Emily shook her head.

“You can’t right now, he’s not being allowed visitors.” She said and I bit my lip to keep from crying.

“Hey, he’ll be alright.” Rossi said and I nodded.

“Here, take some paperwork to keep you distracted, I’ll call everyone in when we get news from JJ.” Emily said and I nodded. I took the papers and went to my desk. I needed to keep my mind off Spencer, but that was probably the hardest thing to do.

It was maybe ten minutes later when I heard someone walk up to my desk. I looked up and saw Garcia giving me a sad smile. I returned the smile and she pulled me in for a hug.

“Emily wants us in the round table room.” She said and I nodded.

“Is Diana okay?” I asked.

“We don’t know yet...” She answered and I bit my lip once again. We all sat down and everyone gave me a sad smile. I wanted this done with, I wanted the pitty looks to go away. I wanted everything to go back to normal.

“We first came across the Vaughns ten years ago when Lindsey Vaughn and her friend Katie Owen were abducted outside of a crowded movie theater by three men.” Emily said as Garcia handed us the files.

“Ryan Phillips, the traid’s dominant, tortured and strangled Katie.” Rossi said.

“Jack Vaughn then took matters into his own hands, using his skills to find Lindsey.” Emily said.

“It ended when Jack murdered Phillips in front of her and Reid.” Rossi said.

“They let him stay in the program after that?” Luke asked.

“Jack was too important a witness to cut loose.” Rossi said.

“And no one’s heard from either of them till now?” Tara asked.

“That’s right.” Emily said with a nod.

“Lindsey was posing as a nurse named Carol Atkinson, and was able to get Diana Reid in and out of the Millburn Correctional Facility.” Garcia said, pulling up the prison’s security video.

“And despite all the cameras, this is the only one that picked her up.” Rossi said.

“So she knew exactly where they were and how to avoid them.” I said. The phone started ringing and Garcia immediately answered it.

“Please tell me you have good news.” She said.

“Well, Diana and Cassie aren’t here.” JJ said.

“There’s no forced entry and no signs of struggle. And Cassie’s car is gone.” Walker answered.

“Garcia, where are we on that APB of her car?” Emily asked.

“I don;t have anything yet.” She answered.

“Okay. Also, search recent traffic in and out of Reid’s apartment. Lindsey probably entered as Carol.” Emily said.

“Copy, copy.” She said and got to work.

“I know Diana’s routen, I should go out there.” I said.

“No Y/N, you’re not allowed to investigate this outside of this office, not yet.” Emily said. I was growing desperate, I needed to help Spencer.

“I know her routen too, Stephen and I will hit up those places first.” JJ said and hung up.

“The rest of us need to find Lindsey ASAP.” Emily said.

“I know a marshal that can help cut through Witsec’s red tape.” Luke said and walked off.

“Yeah, I’m friendly with some people at Homeland Security.” Tara said, also walking off.

“I got a buddy at the DOJ, lost a lot of money to him at poker. He owes me.” Rossi said.

“Garcia, there was degraded female DNA and prints found at the crime scene. No matches in Codis, but there might be something in Witsec.” Emily said.

“I’ll pull every favor, turn every stone.” Garcia said and walked off.

“Are we gonna tell Spencer?” I asked.

“Not yet. I don’t want to add more stress for him.” Emily said. Rossi walked off to go see his friend.

“Emily, you need to give me something to do. I can’t just sit here and do nothing and we both know I can’t just go home.” I said following her into her office.

“Go help Garcia, I can’t let you go out there right now, I’m sorry.” She said and I nodded.

“I get it, I’m way too close to him, more than you guys are, but when it comes time to go out there and do something I need to be there too.” I said and she nodded.

“I wouldn’t keep you from that.” She said and I nodded.

I was helping Garcia with whatever she needed. I wasn’t as tech savvy as she is, but I was good enough to help out. We were working on anything that could give us a lead when her phone rang.

“Garcia.” Luke said.

“What do you need?” She asked.

“Metro P.D. found Cassie’s car and called it in immediately. No signs of her or DIana. No foul play. There are… There are three visible cameras. One nearby and two down the way.” Luke said.

“I can tap into them, see what I can find.” Garcia said getting to work.

“Oh, oh, oh, uh, Walker and JJ are calling in. You want me to patch you through?” She asked.

“Please.” He said and we were all in the call now.

“Walker, JJ, you’re on with Alvez, me, and Y/N.” She said when she answered.

“Hey guys, no luck finding Cassie or Diana.” Walker said and my heart sank.

“Alright, well, I’m at Cassie’s car right now. Forensically, it’s a dead end, but, us, behaviorally we might have something.” Luke explained. It’s parked down the block from a high school.” Luke said.

“A high school is where Jack Vaughn killed Lindsey’s abductor in front of her and Spencer.” JJ said.

“Well, placing the car there could be a taunt at us.” Walker said.

“That’s what I’m thinking.” Luke said.

“I can look into that. I can- Oh!” Garcia said cutting herself off. I looked over at her screen to see what was happening.

“Garcia?” JJ asked.

“Oh, uh, uh, per Emily, I was supposed to look at the recent foot traffic in and out of Reid’s building. There is no sign of Carol Atkinson, but a Jaime Lamantia keeps popping up. She lives in unit 26 down the hall from Ried. She paid six months of her rent up front in cash, and there’s been not a peep from her since.” She said and I looked at the document she pulled up with wide eyes.

“How’s Jaime connected to Lindsey?” Luke asked.

“Jaime is Lindsey…” I said shocked.

“I’m twenty minutes from Reid’s apartment.” Luke said.

“Yeah, we’re ten.” JJ said and they were on their way.

“I-I have to go out there…” I said.

“No, you can't, Emily said you can’t.” Garcai said.

“This is my boyfriend we’re talking about! I have to do something!” I said, tears threatening to fall. Garcia pulled me in for a hug and held me tightly.

“I know hun, but we’ll get her.” She said.

Emily came in and caught us up, Cassie was dead. Lindsey killed her and took Diana. Spencer was right. Emily went back to her office to have a meeting with Luke and his friend, but I followed and stayed in the bullpen.

“I’m going to the prison. Reid deserves to know everything.” Emily said walking out.

“I’m coming with you.” I said.

“Y/N, you know you-”

“Emily please, I need to see him. I need to know he’s okay.” I begged, cutting her off. She looked at me and sighed.

“Alright, let’s go.” She said and off we went to the prison.

“Wait here, I’ll give you two some time once I finish telling him okay?” She asked and I nodded. Emily was inside and they were talking. Spencer walked up to the door and banged on it. I stopped the guard from opening it and I opened it instead.

“Y-Y/N?” Spencer asked shocked. It’s the first time we’ve seen each other since he was arrested.

“Spencer, oh my God…” I said with tears in my eyes. I knew the rules, I knew I wasn’t allowed to touch him, but I didn’t care. I threw my arms around his neck and buried my head in his chest.

“Hey, no touching allowed.” The guard said.

“It’s alright.” Emily said walking over to us.

“You two have until I come back, then we leave Y/N.” She said and I nodded. Spencer and I walked back into the room and once again hugged him.

“I’ve missed you so much…” I said finally letting the tears I’ve been holding back for so long free. Spencer wrapped his arms around me and it felt like home.

“I’m so so sorry about your Mom Spence, but I swear to you that I will find her no matter what. Even if it costs me my job I will find her.” I said gently caressing his cheek.

“Does she know about us?” He asked referring to Lindsey.

“Yes…” I answered.

“You need to stay away from this.” He whispered.

“You know I can’t do that.” I whispered back.

“You need to, I can’t be the reason you get hurt.” He said.

“I’ll be find Spence, everything will be fine.” I said. I leaned up to kiss him, but he pulled away from me…

“You need to go. You need to stay off this case, you need to work on something else.” He said turning his back to me.

“You know I will not do that. I won’t stop until you’re free and your Mother is home safe!” I said. I stared at his back in shock, Spencer had changed… The door opened and Emily walked in.

“It’s time to go Y/N.” She said and I nodded.

“I promise Spence, we’ll find her and get you out of here.” I said before leaving the room with Emily.

“How’d it go?” She asked.

“Not as well as I hoped…” I quietly answered.

“He’ll come around.” She said and I just nodded. Why would he want me to stop? Why wouldn’t he want to kiss me? Why wouldn’t he be happy to see me?

We made it back to the office and Emily went straight for the roundtable room. I was still in a daze, but I followed her in. The team was there walking and Rossi looked up at us when we walked in.

“How’d it go with Reid?” He asked.

“As expected. He thinks Lindsey’s using her father’s gun as a way to carry on his legacy.” Emily said.

“Makes sense, given her Daddy issues.” Rossi said.

“And I spoke to the Warden about putting Reid in protective custody, but he said no.” Emily said and I sighed.

“Okay, more ballistics literally just came in on Jack Vaughn’s gun, and, oh my goodness, Lindsey has been a busy evil bee.” Garcia said.

“How busy?” Tara asked.

“That gun has been involved in fifteen murders in the last five years.” She answered.

“Single shot to the back of the head with a modified hollow-point.” JJ said.

“That’s our Lindsey.” Rossi said.

“You guys see the geographical pattern? All of the kills are along the U.S-Mexico border.” JJ said.

“And each of the victims have apparent Cartel ties.” Garcia.

“So, Lindsey’s been a Cartel hit woman ever since she left the program.” Tara said.

“Okay, but why is she using her Dad’s gun? That helps us, and it’s risky for her.” Garcia asked.

“It’s an impulse, not a choice.” I said. We continued talking, but we came up with nothing so we all went to get coffee.

“Why would Scratch choose Lindsey? I mean, her ties to Reid are distant.” Tara said.

“Walker and I, we kicked it around on the flight, and we imagine that Scratch was digging further into Reid’s past and he saw that Lindsey had become a contract killer. Realized she could get to him in a way that he couldn’t.” Luke said.

“It may be logistical, too. Scratch has never run out of drugs before, but now he’s a fugitive and might not be able to get them.” Walker said.

“Well, Lindsey knows the border. She’d be a good drug mule.” JJ said as I was making myself a second coffee.

“Good news, bad news.” Emily said walking up to us and I immediately turned towards her.

“I am on the books first thing tomorrow with Judge Frost and AUSA Martinez.” Emily said.

“But all we have is a theory and no support from the brass.” Rossi said.

“That’s never stopped us before.” She said.

“I guess we gave twelve hours to make an airtight case for you to bring to them.” I said.

“Yes. Not only that, we also need a paper trail.” Emily said.

“I’ll put on more coffee.” Rossi said.

“Excuse me.” Emily said and went to take a call.

“Y/N, you should go get some sleep.” Rossi said to me and I shook my head.

“There is no way I’m going home when Spencer is stuck in that prison and Diana is who knows where.” I said taking a sip of my coffee.

“I will inject coffee straight into my veins before I go to sleep.” I said and walked off to the round table room. Soon everyone followed and we were all looking for anything we could find.

“We leave no stone unturned.” Emily said walking in with Garcia and a box. She started handing out files and we got to work.

“Hey, guys.” Tara said after an hour and a half.

“Okay. I got Carol Atkinson crossing the border at Los Indios.” She said.

“There’s a factory nearby that manufactures non-FDA-approved seasickness tablets. Essentially, scopolamine pills.” She said walking over to the map.

“Los Indios is only a 40-minute drive to Matamoros.” Luke said.

“Looks like we’ve got Lindsey where we need her.” Rossi said.

“Now we put the knife in her hand.” Emily said. We continued working, trying to get anything to match with Lindsey and that would be able to set Spencer free. I must have drank at least six coffees, maybe more. It was light out now, but none of us cared.

“Rick, what have you got?” Luke asked, answering his phone.

“Well, okay, guys, Jack’s gun was used in Mexico the day before Nadie’s murder.” JJ said.

“What? Another Cartel hit?” I asked.

“No, the victim was a Victor Flores. He was a local real estate broker, a model citizen.” She said.

“Point-blank. Back of the head, with a modified hollow-point bullet. That’s Lindsey, alright.” Rossi said looking at the file.

“Why are we only hearing about it now?” Walker asked.

“Because it was in Monterrey. It’s a different jurisdiction.” JJ answered.

“Okay, so, she crosses the border at Los Indios, which is very close to Matamoros, drives three hours west to Monterrey, kills Victor, and then drives four hours east to Matamoros?” Tara asked confused.

“All possible within a day’s drive.” Walker said.

“Sure, but why go to all the trouble?” Tara asked.

“Why pick Victor Flores?” Emily asked.

“It sounds too random to be random…” I said shaking my head.

“Alright. Alright, thanks, Rick. I owe you.” Luke said and hung up.

“Mexican authorities found an abandoned truck last week that matches the one Reid described. It was dumped two states over.” Luke said.

“Did it belong to a Victor Flores?” JJ asked.

“Yeah, how’d you know that?” He asked.

“Lindsey killed him before Nadie. Must have stolen his truck too.” Rossi said.

“Alright, well, we’re making some real headway here.”Luke said.

“Yeah, it’s great guys, don’t get me wrong, but it’s all circumstantial. Garcia, any luck finding Lindsey’s prints from her Witsec file?” Emily asked.

“I called in every favor I can think of and then some. It’s gonna take me, like, five more hours to cut through all this red tape.” Garcia answered.

“I have to be at the courthouse in one.” Emily said and we continued to go back to work.

Emily left soon after and we all kept working. We hoped that we could get something in time, but the odds were against us. An hour later my phone rang and I saw Emily’s name pop up on my screen.

“Emily?” I answered confused and everyone’s eyes were on me.

“I need you to go to the prison that Reid is at and bring him home.” She said and my eyes started to water.

“A-Are you serious?” I asked.

“I am, bring him home Y/N.” She said and I hung up immediately.

“What’s going on?” Garcia asked.

“I have to go, I have to go get Spencer.” I said with a smile.

“He’s coming home?” JJ asked and I nodded.

“Yeah.” I nodded and everyone smiled.

“I’m coming with you.” JJ said.

“Me too, I gotta take care of something there.” Luke said.

“I’m coming too!” Garcia said and I just nodded at them. I quickly gathered my stuff and rushed to my car. My Spencer was finally coming home. They were driving in a separate car from me. I got to the prison as quickly as I could and soon after they brought me to a room with Spencer standing there. Spencer saw me and smiled slightly.

“We’re taking you home baby.” I said with a smile and a tear falling down my face. He looked relieved and I rushed over to hug him.

“You’re coming home Spence.” I whispered. He held me tightly and started sobbing. I held him tightly. He kissed the side of my head and everything just felt so right in that moment. Spencer got dressed in the suit we brought him and we walked out to see Garcia standing there waiting. He went up and hugged her and I smiled.

“Let’s get my Mom back.” He said.

“Yeah.” Garcia said and we all left. We got back to the office and we were catching Spencer up on everything.

“So we know Lindsey convinced Scratch to run drugs across the border.” Luke said.

“And that Lindsey’s been operating from to locations- An apartment next to Reid and a house in southeast D.C.” Rossi said.

“That’s where we think she’s keeping your Mom.” Walker said.

“Scratch isn’t afraid to plot an elaborate trap. I want a full breakdown of that house before we set one foot inside.” Emily said and everyone walked off, except for Spencer and I.

“Um… Spencer…” Emily said stopping us and closing the door.

“You can’t officially go until you’re reinstated.” She said.

“So that includes going to my apartment, since it’s a crime scene.” Spencer said.

“That’s right. It’s sealed and guarded by Metro P.D. But you are the resident. You got it?” She said.

“Got it.” He said and she left. Spencer took a step up to the closed door, but just stared at it.

“Are you alright?” I asked and he looked at me.

“Um… it’s, uh, it’s open.” I said and he looked back at the door.

“Of course.” He said and opened the door. We went to Spencer’s place and I had to show the guard my badge.

“He’s the resident. He’s just gonna grab a few things.” I said and the cop nodded. Spencer sat on his couch and started looking at an open photo album.

“What is it?” I asked.

“This picture was on a different page.” He said and picked it up. He flipped it over and on the back in red it said XX-XY.

“Does that mean anything to you?” I asked.

“Only the obvious, male and female chromosomes, Lindsey’s way of telling us she’s with Scratch.” He said and I sighed.

“Let’s grab some things and you can stay at my place.” I said.

“Yeah…” He said. We grabbed a bag of clothes and dropped them off at my apartment. Emily had called me and told me all about what was going on. Spencer had to go back to prison to see Cat Adams. I was going with him. We got on the jet and made our way to Car Adams. We walked into the other side of the interview room, we saw Cat sitting at the table. I saw Spencer was comfortable, but this was the only option to find his mother right now.

“I’ll be here the whole time, promise.” I said and gently grabbed his hand. He nodded and walked inside, I followed, but stayed in the back.

“Spencie.” Cat said with a smile.

“Where’s my Mother?” He asked.

“I missed you.” She said.

“What did you and Lindsey do to her?” He asked, ignoring her.

“How did you-”

“No stop! You don’t get to walk in here and hiss at me like I’m the criminal.” She said cutting him off.

“Now, we do this my way.” She said and kicked the chair in front of her. Spencer caught it as she told him to sit. Spencer sat as I stayed on the side watching.

“How was Prison? Did you like it?” She asked.

“No.” He answered.

“It’s not fun, is it?” She asked.

“Unlike you, I didn’t deserve to be there.” He said.

“How did you stay sane?” She asked leaning closer. I was confused as to who she was or what her and Spencer’s past connection was. Her case was before I was even on the team. I had only joined three years ago and Spencer and I have only been together for two.

“A brain like yours needs stimulation in such a gray place.” She said.

“I worked in the laundry room and I played chess.” He answered.

“That’s three, maybe four hours, tops. What about the other twenty?” She asked.

“I read.” He answered.

“That’s still not enough. You have to… go someplace. Up here.” She said looking at me for a split second.

“Or else you go crazy.” She said with a slight laugh.

“Do you want to see where I go? I’ll show you. Com here.” She said, motioning him to come closer. Spencer leaned in closer and she went to touch his face.

“No touching.” I said and she stopped. Spencer looked at me then back at her and she smirked at me.

“Close your eyes.” She said and moved his eyes to close them.

“Good. Now keep them shut. Sit back and relax.” She said leaning back in her chair. Spencer also leaned back.

“Now, when you open your eyes, I want you to look at me like I’m the first woman you’ve seen after being in prison for three month.” She said and my heart clenched at this. She looked at me and smirked then looked back at him.

“Now… Open.” She said and he did.

“Hello Cat.” He said with a smile.

“You’re here!” She giggled.

“You’re really here.” She said.

“There’s nowhere else I would rather be.” Spencer said and I took a deep breath, this is what he needs to do to get the information.

“You’re good at this. You’re so good at this, I almost believe you don’t want to kill me.” She said crossing her arms.

“I don’t want to kill you.” He said.

“No?” She asked.

“No.” He said, shaking his head.

“What if I let your Mother die? Then would you kill me? Or would you just… hurt me? Would you pin me down and leave bruises that don’t go away?” She asked with a very sexual tone.

“Is that what you want?” He asked and my eyes widened slightly.

“I guess I just want to know if you would.” She said and glanced at me with a smirk.

“If you could.” She said looking back at him.

“No.” He said.

“No?” She asked.

“That’s not the kind of man I am.” He said.

“Do me a favor and tell your girlfriend over there to step aside, because we’re gonna play another game. And this time, we’re going to find out exactly what kind of man you are. I’m sure she’ll love to watch that.” She said. Spencer looked over at me and gave me a nod. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving Spencer alone with her, but I left anyway and she gave me a wave goodbye. I was now watching from behind the glass, luckily I could still hear them.

“Let’s play.” He said.

“Let’s!” She said excitedly.

“Are you hungry?” She asked him.

“No.” He answered.

“Me neither.” She said.

“So, the same game as last time?” He asked leaning back in the chair.

“I answer every question you ask honestly?” He asked.

“No, this time you get to ask the questions.” She said.

“About what?” He asked.

“Well, I know a secret. About you. And you can ask me as many questions as you like to figure it out. But you only get one guess as to what it is.” She said leaning forward.

“Now, guess correctly, I take your phone, I call our friend Lindsey, and I tell her to release your Mother unharmed. If you don't…” She said and put her fingers into a gun shape and stuck it in her mouth. She then mimed like she was getting shot and giggled.

“Is there a clock?” Spencer asked.

“There’s always a clock.” She said and put her hand out.

“Give it to me.” She said. Spencer took off his watch and handed it to her.

“You’ll have four hours.” She said and he went to ask a question, but she stopped him.

“Not yet.” She said.

“You have to wait till the second hand comes around.” She said.

“You want to give me a hint before we start?” Spencer asked.

“Do I look like a girl that gives hints?” She asked.

“Actually you do.” He said.

“Okay, how about this? It’s a secret you’ll never admit to.” She said and I furrowed my brow.

“Go.” She said. It’s been half an hour, I told the team that we had four hours to find Diana or she’s dead.

“I know what the secret is.” Spencer said.

“You do?” She asked.

“Why else would you put me through all this?” He asked.

“Ooo. Phrasing it in the form of a question. That way it doesn’t count as a guess. Very smart, Doctor.” She said.

“I’m gonna walk you through a scenario and your face is gonna tell me how close I am.” He said.

“From the moment I arrested you, you watched and waited for the right time to take your revenge. When you learned I was going to Mexico, you took it. You and Lindsey framed me for murder so I’d be in prison and treated like a criminal, and then you kidnapped my Mother so I would know how it feels to have a parent manipulated, because you wanted to prove that you and I are the same. Am I right?” He asked and she yawned.

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold that in any longer. What were you saying?” She asked.

“Psychopaths get bored easily.” He said.

“You’re right. Let’s speed this up.” She said getting up.

“Shall we?” She asked and sat on his lap. Jealousy raged through my body, but I kept watching.

“Why don’t you think about all the pain you’ve suffered in your life. What would I capitalize on, do you think? Is it the death of your mentor, SSA Jason Gideon? ” She asked while touching his chest and face.

“No. Because we caught the man who killed him.” Spencer said.

“What about Agent Morgan? And your guilt over not visiting his little boy.” She said.

“I was in prison.” He said.

“Yeah, but you had time before that.” She said moving her face closer to his. I was feeling so uncomfortable and jealous, but I had to stay perfectional and Spencer was just playing into her fantasies to get what we needed, right?

“Why didn’t you go?” She asked.

“Truthfully, I got distracted. I was trying to figure out a way to help my Mom. She didn’t have time. Morgan, Savannah, and little Bobby did. So there’s absolutely no shame in admitting that. Morgan would understand.” He answered as she nipped at his ear. That wasn't Morgan's son…

“I agree. That’s why that’s not the secret.” She whispered and got off him. He looked back at me and I smiled.

“Good job baby.” I said and pulled out my phone.

“Go ahead, Y/N.” Rossi answered.

“So Cat has deep background on Spence. She knew about Gideon’s death and Morgan leaving the team for his family.” I said.

“She’s throwing him off-balance.” He said.

“Yeah, but Spence also purposely gave the wrong name of Morgan’s son, and she didn’t correct him.” I said.

“She must have gotten her hands on Reid’s confidential FBI file. It would mention relevant team information but wouldn’t name Morgan’s baby because of confidentiality reasons.” Emily said.

“We were thinking she’s been getting help from someone inside the prison. This goes deeper than that.” Rossi said.

“I’ll keep you guys updated.” I said and hung up.

“Working deductively, the secret wouldn’t be any of the topics you’ve already volunteered, because you wouldn’t want to make it that easy on me.” Spencer said after a few minutes of silence.

“Genius, truly.” Cat said, playing with his watch.

“So what is left that I wouldn’t want to admit?” He asked and they stared at each other in silence for a moment.

“Love.” Spencer finally said and my eyes widened. My heart rate picked up and I gulped. Cat stopped playing with his watch and just stared at him.

“Is that what this is all about, love?” He asked leaning forward.

“For my Mother?” He asked and she just stared.

“No. For you.” He said and I felt a pain in my chest.

“You want me to admit that I am actually in love with you.” He said.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my fairy tales, clearly, as much as the next girl, but I’m not delusional.” She said.

“Are you sure about that?” He asked.

“Very sure. So sure, in fact, that I had Lindsey leave a clue for you in your little scrapbook in your house.” She said with a smirk. XX-XY.

“I couldn’t have you come all the way down here and make a guess until I was positive. That is…” She said looking down at her stomach and my eyes widened.

“Until I tested positive.” She said placing her hands on her stomach.

“What, you’re pregnant?” Spencer asked.

“We’re pregnant.” She said and it felt like my heart leaped out of my chest. No. No it couldn’t be possible…

“No.” Spencer said, shaking his head.

“Oh, yes. Mazel tov.” She said. I needed to know. The team needed to know. I asked one of the guards for her records and waited for them.

“Here you are ma’am.” A guard said, handing me the files.

“Thank you.” I said and immediately checked them. She was pregnant. Her due date was November 15th 2017… I looked up in complete shock.

“It’s not possible. Even if you are pregnant, the baby’s not mine.” Spencer said, now standing.

“Except for the part where it is.” She said.

“That’s completely preposterous. You’ve been in prison.” He said sitting back down.

“So have you.” She said.

“And we’ve never had-”

“I know. We’ve never…” She said.

“Ask me how I did it. Come on, ask me.” She said.

“Ask her…” I whispered.

“How did you do it?” He asked.

“I had Lindsey dose you in Mexico. You lost time. And I gave her very specific instructions to get you in the mood.” She said with a little laugh.

“What, did she pretend to be you?” He asked and I bit my lip.

“Why, would that have worked?” She asked.

“No.” He answered leaning closer to her.

“Yeah, I know, I know. Believe me, I know exactly where I stand on the Spencer Reid hot or not list.” She said.

“So you told her to pretend to be Y/N.” He said.

“No. I told her to pretend to be Maeve.” She said and my eyes widened.

“Maeve Donovan. The love of your life.” He said and my heart broke. I knew Spencer loved her at one point, she was his first and she was taken from him. But when we met he said he was over her, that it was in the past…

“Who had her brains blown out right in front of you before you two could even kiss. So dark… Yet, so useful.” She said.

“You’re lying.” He said, slightly shaking his head.

“Spencer, it’s Maeve. It’s okay. Spencer, Spencer… Spencer, it’s Maeve. It’s okay. Come here. Shh. You want this. It’s okay. You want this.” She said in a soft voice.

“It didn’t happen.” Spencer said.

“Hey, I was thinking, if it’s a boy, we should definitely call him Spencie junior.” She said and spencer got up to leave.

“But if it’s a girl, I think we should call her Maeve.” She said and Spencer walked out.

“I mean, after all she played such a huge role in her own conception.” She said and Spencer stood next to me.

“Spence, we might have something.” I said and he took the files from me.

“She’s three months.” I said and Spencer threw the files at the window.

“I’m sorry, it’s not you.” He said and I nodded.

“I just need a minute.” He said and I bit my lip.

“Is she right?” I asked quietly and he turned to look at me.

“What?” He asked.

“That Maeve is the love of your life?” I asked. I knew I should wait, Spencer had so much to deal with right now, but I needed to know. I needed to know if our whole relationship was just a lie for him to get over Maeve, or if it was real.

“I told you about this already.” He said and I nodded.

“But are we just together because you can’t be with her?” I asked and he looked at me with wide eyes.

“No, no of course not!” He said, but a part of me didn’t believe him.

“I don’t believe you Spencer…” I said.

“Now’s not the time for this!” He shouted and I flinched. Spencer has never raised his voice before.

“I’m gonna go call the team…” I said and walked off. I took out my phone to call the team, but my phone rang first.

“Y/N, you there?” Emily asked when I picked up.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, go ahead.” I said trying to compose myself.

“So far we don’t have anything on the prison employees. Somebody in there is helping her, but nobody jumps out as the obvious culprit, and it doesn’t help that they’re blocking us at every turn.” Luke said.

“We have something, but, uh, it’s out there.” Tara said.

“I’ll take out there.” Emily said.

“The gun store owner was more of a libertarian than you would think. He talked about how he never judged his customers or who they love.” Walker said.

“That’s weird.” JJ said.

“Yeah, not as weird as when he mentioned Obergefell.” Tara said.

“The supreme court decision that legalized gay marriage.” Emily said.

“You said we were missing something in the relationship between these two women. What if it’s this?” Walker said.

“The risks that Lindsey’s taking, the bond she has with Cat, it’s not professional. It’s romantic.” Tara said.

“This casts a big shadow over Lindsey’s next move. By exposing their plan to us, she knows there’s no happy ending, no future with Cat.” Walker said.

“And she’s going to take Reid’s Mother with her. And that’s the ultimate act of revenge against the guy who took her lover away.” JJ said.

“Y/N, what do you have?” Emily asked.

“Can you take me off speaker?” I asked.

“Okay, it’s just us now.” She said.

“Cat is three months pregant and she’s claiming it’s Reid’s…” I said.

“Are you kidding me? Are you kidding?” She asked.

“Well, here’s where it gets tricky. Do we believe her or not?” I asked.

“On the one hand, getting pregnant is a power control move straight out of the female psychopath handbook. On the other hand-”

“If her story is true, it meant she sent her lesbian lover down to Mexico to get Reid to- Ugh.” Emily said, finishing my thought.

“Yeah… Either way, she is pregnant. I just refuse to believe it belongs to Spence…” I said choking up a little.

“It could be the person inside the prison who’s been helping her. Getting pregnant serves two purposes- Gasslighting Reid and emotional blackmail against that employee.” She said.

“Yeah, but, Emily, we don’t know who that guy is yet. And Luke and Rossi aren’t going to in the time we have left.” I said.

“Y/N, I gotta call you back.” She said and hung up. I sighed and walked back to Spencer, he had gone back inside.

“Let’s pretend you’re telling the truth. That means I guessed it, right? The secret, the one I don’t want to admit to? It’s my child?” Spencer said.

“Is that your guess? You only get one, remember?” Cat asked.

“No. it’s too easy.” He said.

“Believe me, getting pregnant with your baby was not easy.” She said.

“You misunderstand. It’s too easy emotionally. Because I can take your child from you. The child I had absolutely no role in creating, but a child that I would care for better than you.” He said and I gulped.

“That’s rude.” She said.

“It’s true. You can’t be a Mother, Cat. I’m not trying to insult you. It’s your psychological makeup. You literally do not have the emotional skills to care for another human being. You’d lose interest in your own baby the way a six year old loses interest in a pet hamster. This baby is simply a means to an end, which is to keep me here playing your game, guessing like a fool, assuming something I never should have assumed in the first place.” He said.

“And what would that be?” She asked.

“My Mother’s already dead.” He said and I shook my head. No. That can’t be right.

“She was dead before I walked in here.” He said.

“She’s not dead.” Cat shook her head.

“Yes she is.” Spencer said getting up.

“No, because that would be cheating and I don’t cheat! You cheat!” She said.

“I’m done playing.” Spencer said.

“Get back here!” She said.

“Goodbye, Cat.” He said opening the door.

“I’ll let you talk to her!” She said which made him stop in the doorway. He looked at me and I looked at him in shock. He smiled and walked back in. I quickly called Garcia.

“Yes, I’m here.” She answered.

“Garcia, get ready to trace a call on Spence’s phone.” I said.

“Fired up, plugged in. Ready to go.” She said. Spencer handed her his phone and she called Lindsey.

“You’re early.” Lindsey answered.

“Yeah, I know.” Cat said.

“Did he guess?” She asked.

“No, not yet. We need proof of life.” Cat said.

“Alright. Hold on.” She said.

“Spencer!” Diana said scared, only a moment later. Spencer grabbed the phone out of Cat’s hand so fast.

“Mom! Mom, are you okay?” He asked.

“I don’t… know.” She answered and then there was a gunshot.

“Mom!” Spencer called.

“Gotta go.” Lindsey said and hung up.

“Mom! What the hell was that?” Spencer asked and I quickly rushed inside.

“I don’t know.” Cat answered.

“Spence…” I said trying to calm him.

“Lindsey said you were early. Was that a signal?” He asked.

“No.” She answered and Spencer slammed the table.

“Was that a prearranged signal to kill my Mother!?” He shouted.

“No!” She shouted.

“Spencer-”

“Tell me the truth!” He shouted.

“I am!” She shouted back.

“Tell me the truth!” He shouted again.

“I am!” She shouted back.

“You wanna know the truth? Your Mother is an alzheimer’s-ridden moron who’s getting dumber day by day, and if she’s dead, it’s your fault.” Cat said. Spencer shoved the table away and grabbed Cat. He shoved her up against the wall and wrapped his hands around her neck.

“Spence!” I shouted and tried to pull him off her.

“I’m going to kill you.” He whispered to her.

“Spence!”

“I’m going to kill you.” He said again.

“Spence, she’s pregnant. She’s pregnant Spencer! Stop it! Come on!” I said and finally pulled him off her.

“Come on.” I said and pushed him to the other side of the room. He walked out. I made sure she was alright and ignored her teasing comments about how she was having his baby and how I was protecting their baby.

“How does it feel knowing he really only loves Maeve and you’re just her replacement?” She asked and I took a deep breath and walked out of the room. My phone rang and it was Garcia. She told me about what the explosion was. I walked into the hall where Spencer was sitting with his head against his knee.

“Richmond County police just reported a gas station explosion. One victim, a male. Whatever Lindsey did, we have to assume your Mom’s still alive.” I said and he just looked up at me.

“Hey.” I said and sat down next to him.

“I’m really scared this is who I am now.” He said.

“No, don’t say that.” I said.

“Y-Y/N, you don’t know…” He trailed off.

“I do know. I know two inmates, Frazier and Duerson, killed your friend Delgado in front of you. And I know they wanted you to move their heroin, and I also know that if you didn't you would have been next, right?” I asked and he looked down at the floor in shame. He nodded, but still didn’t look at me.

“Spence, anyone in your spot would have done the same thing.” I said.

“You wouldn’t have.” He said.

“Yeah. Yeah, I would have, Spence. Because if someone was threatening my life, You bet your ass I would. I would do it a million times if it meant I got to eventually come home to you. It doesn’t make you a bad person.” I said and he looked at me for a second before looking back down.

“Because you know who does think like that, that- that doing what you had to do to survive somehow makes you a psychopath? She does.” I said and realization hit me. I looked over at Spencer and he had the same look on his face.

“She does. She does. Because she- she knows.” I said quietly.

“That’s the secret.” He said getting up.

“What I don’t want to admit about myself.” He said and I got up as well.

“Hold on, let’s play this out, because she will not lose to you twice. She already said that this wasn’t about you two being the same.” I said.

“And she’s all about the game. She thinks that I cheated last time because I lied about her dad, so it’s integral to her that she beats me by following the rules.” He said.

“Yeah, but, Spence, she controls the rules, and she will change them to ensure that she wins.” I said.

“Which means that I’m locked in.” He said.

“Like she is.” I said.

“And she needs me locked in, playing by her rules a game I can’t win, so she-” He cut himself off and looked at me.

“I got it.” He said and went to turn around, but I stopped him.

“Wait.” I said and he turned back to me.

“I’m sorry…” I said and he looked at me confused.

“For before, I shouldn’t let her get in my head.” I said and he pulled me to him.

“Y/N, I love you, but we both know that there will alway still be some love for Maeve in my heart. That doesn’t mean that you’re a rebound or that I’m using you as a way to replace Maeve, because I’m not. I love you. Everything we have together, is real.” He said and I looked up at him. I pulled him down for a kiss and put all the love I have for this man in it. We pulled away and we were both smiling. I was on the phone calling the team to get everything ready.

“Let’s get your Mom back.” I whispered and he nodded. Spencer Walked back inside and Cat was sitting down playing with his watch again.

“Guess that’s one way to get you to put your hands on me.” She said.

“Dance with me.” He said and she looked up at him.

“Why?” She asked.

“Because I don’t want the people watching us to hear what I’m going to say next.” He said and offered her his hand. They started dancing.

“You guys got this up?” I asked.

“Streaming now.” Garcia said.

“Okay, uh, listen, you’re gonna hear a lot of weird stuff, like Spence saying he is the Father of Cat’s baby. Don’t let that distract you.” I said.

“I’m sorry. Full stop. Why would he say he’s the Father-”

“Quiet.” Emily said cutting Garcia off.

“You had eyes on me while I was in prison, didn’t you?” Spencer asked.

“Spencie, don’t ruin the moment.” Cat said.

“I don’t want to, but I’m on the clock. Answer my question. Am I right?” He asked.

“Yes, you’re right. I wanted to make sure things were just as uncomfortable for you as they were for me.” She answered.

“That’s what we missed, the inside man that’s been helping them.” Luke said.

“He didn’t just work at Cat’s prison, he worked at hers and Reid’s.” Rossi said.

“Garcia, look for any overlap.” Emily said.

“Compiling now.” Garcia said.

“Here’s something. Lionel Wilkins. He worked at both Mount Pleasant and The Millburn Correctional Facility.” She said.

“Okay look, this guy could have gotten her pregnant, but there’s no way he could have gotten his hand on Reid’s file.” JJ said.

“Well, not directly. He could have called in a favor from a friend at the bureau.” Walker said.

“So someone must have wanted to screw us this whole time.” Tara said.

“Someone who’s not gonna work for the bureau much longer.” Emily said.

“That’s how you timed everything so perfectly. Like sending my Mom and Lindsey to visit me when I thought was at my lowest.” He said.

“Thought? You sure you weren’t?” She asked.

“No, I wasn’t. Because I didn’t feel bad. I felt scared. At how much I enjoyed poisoning the other prisoners. I had a hundred ways of getting myself out of that situation, and I picked the one that would cause them the most pain.” He said.

“Well, look at that. You might end up saving your Mother’s life after all.” She said.

“Okay, Lionel Wilkins’ primary residence is in Fall Church, but I also have a second address. Uh, it’s a cabin off of the Rappahannock River.” Garcia said.

“Well the cabin is in Lindsey’s zone based on the gas station.” Walker said.

“Helos are on the roof warming up. Let’s go.” Emily said and hung up.

“They won’t get there in time. They must be on their way, right?” Cat asked.

“Your team is too good to wait around, but, you know me. I always have a contingency plan. So, they’re walking into a trap. And the only way out is if you give me your phone and your guess, right now.” She said. Spencer handed her his phone and she sat down.

“When we first sat down, you said you were going to show me what kind of man I am. And you have.” He said, sitting on the corner of the table.

“Every time I touch this, you’re getting warmer.” Cat said.Garcia was calling Emily to facetime her so she could show Lindsey everything.

“At first I was furious, because the secret had to be the baby inside you. How could it be anything else? But then I realized that somehow, you knew I liked hurting those men. But now I know it’s both things.” Spencer said.

“So which is it, Spence? Come on. Don’t fumble it now. You’re at the one-yard line.” Cat said.

“You’re not pregnant with my child. You got pregnant with Wilkins to put me in as compromised a position as possible. But it should be mine. I wish it were mine. Because you and I… We deserve each other. That is the real secret.” He said and she pressed the call button.

“Kill her.” Cat said.

“Lindsey, I said-” She said getting up, but stopped talking. Cat looked at the camera and glared slightly.

“Lindsey, sweetheart, it’s complicated, okay?” She said.

“Y/N, we got her.” Emily said.

“We’re clear.” I said walking into the room and Cat hung up. Spencer took his phone and turned back to me.

“Is my Mom okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, she’s fine.” I answered with a smile.

“We do deserve each other, by the way. You guessed right.” Cat said sitting back down.

“You lied, by the way. You were going to kill my Mother regardless.” He said.

“Yeah, I think you really liked hurting those men. And once you cross that line, you can’t ever go back.” She said. Spencer walked over to her and grabbed her arm. He took his watch back and looked her right in the eyes.

“Watch me.” He whispered and we left. We went back to the office and Spencer was so excited to see his mother again. We walked out of the elevator and the team with his Mother, she looked uncomfortable.

“Spencer’s here.” Emily whispered. Diana looked over at him and they both went to hug each other.

“Hi, Mom.” He said holding her close.

“Don’t leave me. Every again.” She pulled away to say.

“I won’t.” He said and I smiled at them. They pulled apart again and Spencer smiled at me.

“Y/N! You should come visit more.” His Mother said and came to hug me. I hugged her back and laughed slightly.

“I will, I promise.” I said. We pulled apart and we went back to his apartment. Everything was going to be okay.

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adiwriting · 4 years ago

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Sunday Mornings 7/?

Notes: Hope you guys are still enjoying this thing 7 weeks in! If there’s every any domestic Sunday morning bliss you want to see, hit me up! We’ve got plenty of time left in hiatus for requests.

Week 7:

Michael wakes up to the sound of his phone going off and he reaches out quickly to silence it before it wakes Alex up, too. Unfortunately, in his rush to silence his phone, it also ends the incoming call. He pulls the phone to his face to see what on Earth had somebody calling him so early in the morning that even Alex isn’t awake yet.

The missed call is from Liz and that’s when Michael notices that he has 4 text messages from her.

Liz (4:05am): Are you awake? I need you to come get me.

Liz (4:10am): I get that you’re sleeping, but my towing options are slim and all involve me calling either a misogynistic pig or a racist one.

Liz (4:20am): I’m gonna get murdered out here.

Liz (4:25am): Please don’t make me call Max for help, I’m not ready to see him yet.

Michael immediately calls Liz back and she picks up on the first ring.

“I thought you were in California,” he whispers, trying not to wake Alex. As carefully as he can, he crawls out of bed and grabs the first pair of pants that he can find and throws them on.

“I was, I’m back,” she answers. “Or… almost back. My car broke down just outside of San Patricio.”

“Damn.”

He instantly knows what she means now about being scared to call anyone else. The guy that runs San Patricio’s sole shop is such a notorious racist that even those who grew up in Roswell know not to ever call him. And the only other shop in Roswell besides Michael’s is run by a family of sexist pigs who are currently in the middle of a harassment lawsuit.

“See, I’m going to end up in some creepy House of Wax museum if you don’t come,” she whines and he chuckles softly.

“You are not, I’m coming to get you,” he says.

He grabs a shirt from the dresser and steps out into the hall.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Ping me your location,” he says, moving to grab a pair of sneakers from the entryway. “It’ll take me a bit. I’ve gotta drive out to get a tow truck before I can come to you. Are you okay? Do you want me to stay on the line?”

Michael hears her sigh of relief and knows in his heart that this is the right thing to do, even if the idea of leaving Alex naked in bed on a Sunday is the last thing he truly wants to do.

“You don’t need to,” she tries to say, but Michael doesn’t buy it. She sounds nervous, even though she’s the toughest, most self-sufficient woman he’s ever met.

“Give me a minute, I’m just going to tell Alex where I’m going,” he says.

He doesn’t bother hanging up the phone, but pulls it away from his ear. When he turns back to the hallway, Alex is already standing in it, leaning against the wall. He’s got his crutch in one hand and is rubbing his eyes with the other. He’s in nothing but a pair of boxers, looking adorably confused and groggy.

“Where are you going?” Alex complains, reaching out his hand to try and get Michael to come back to bed. It’s tempting, and Michael wants to, but he can’t.

“Liz needs my help,” he explains, gesturing towards the phone in his hand.

Alex blinks a few times and his body tenses as he becomes more alert.

“I thought she was still in California.”

“She’s back. And I’ve gotta go get her. She’s on the side of the road, I can’t just leave her there.”

“Did she say what was wrong?” Alex asks. “Why is she back? Did something happen? What about her research?”

“It’s too early for so many questions,” he complains.

“Sorry. What’s wrong?” he asks.

Michael just shrugs. “She just said that her car broke down.”

Alex nods and moves into the living room to grab a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt that had been left on the floor last night in their haste to undress each other.

“What are you doing?” Michael asks, confused as he watches Alex sit down on the couch and start to dress himself.

“Going with you,” he says, looking at Michael like he’s lost his mind.

“But it’s Sunday,” he argues. “You’re supposed to stay in bed all day.”

“No, it’s Sunday, I’m supposed to be with you all day,” Alex counters

“Smooth, Manes. Real smooth.” Michael smiles uncontrollably. He should protest. Let Alex go back to bed and assure him that he’ll be back in time for breakfast, but he doesn’t.

Alex moves back into the bedroom and comes out holding his prosthesis, his liner and sock tucked under his arm. He moves towards the door. Michael gives him a curious look.

“I’ll put it on in the car,” Alex explains.

He sets the prosthesis down so that he can slip his shoe on. Once he’s done, he rubs his face one more time and runs his hands through his hair, making it stand on end even worse than before. He looks utterly adorable and Michael is going to make sure he knows it, just as soon as they get back home from picking Liz up. Because no matter what Alex might say, Sundays are most certainly for staying in bed all day…

“We’re just giving her a tow, right?”

“Right,” Michael assures him, grabbing the keys from the hook. He helps Alex back up and takes the prosthesis from him so he can navigate better. Then, he opens the front door and follows Alex out, locking the door behind him.

“Did you ping your location yet?” Michael brings the phone back up to his ear to ask.

“You sneaky little brats,” Liz says, sounding shocked. “You got together and neither of you told me?!”

Michael is confused for a moment before he remembers that Liz is on social media even less than he is. Meaning, she’s not on it at all. So she has no way of knowing that Alex is his boyfriend now. The few times they’ve talked since she’s been gone, they’ve stuck strictly to science related topics. He hadn’t thought to tell her, and clearly, neither had Alex.

“Uh, yeah?” he says, unsure how to read her reaction. Alex is one of her best friends and Michael likes to think that Liz and he are friendly enough, but maybe she’ll be mad about the Maria of it all?

“How long has this been going on?” she asks. Michael glances at Alex who takes the phone away from his ear and puts it on speaker.

“How long has it been official or how long has it been going on?” Alex asks as Michael waits for Alex to get his seatbelt buckled before turning the truck on and pulling out of the drive.

“Both. Obviously,” she says.

“We got back together seven weeks and three days ago,” Alex says, causing Michael to do a double take.

“You counted?” he whispers. Alex shrugs.

“Nerd,” he teases, fondly. Alex just winks at him.

He sets the phone between then and starts the process of putting on his leg.

“We’ve been on and off since right before graduation,” Alex explains.

“Maria told me that Michael was your museum guy but I didn’t know it was ever more than that night… wow.” Michael hears Liz whistle then rattle off something in Spanish and it’s far too early to try and translate.

“Is she pinging us her location?” Michael asks.

“Tell Michael that I’m trying but it won’t locate me. I barely have enough bars for this phone call to go through,” she explains.

“And you all gave me a hard time when I suggested we all get chipped,” Alex says, giving Michael a look that has him rolling his eyes.

“Because I’m not a lost puppy,” he grumbles. “Just help her figure out where she is,” he adds, effectively ending the discussion before they can get into that argument again.

He zones out as Alex takes the lead on walking her through looking for mile markers to help them figure out her exact location. Which is good, because by the time they finish with that, they are at the junkyard and Michael is rushing into the office to grab the keys to the tow.

“GPS is saying we’ll be there in 40 minutes, so you know that means Michael will get us there in 30,” Alex says, as they both climb into the tow truck.

“Perfect, plenty of time for you to give me the gossip,” she says and Michael groans.

“It’s too early for this, Ortecho,” he complains.

“You’ve been banging my best friend for years and I didn’t know,” she argues and then her tone completely changes to one of concern when she says, “Did Maria know?”

Alex grows visibility tense at the mention of Maria. While they are all working on being friends, there’s still a ways to go before things are 100% again, and Michael is well aware that there’s more that happened with Maria and Alex’s friendship than he’s entirely aware of.

“Bring up Max, that’ll shut her up,” Michael says.

It’s not too early for Michael to translate the next thing that Liz says. He’s had all the Spanish curse words memorized since he was a kid.

“I’m trying to be supportive here, you don’t have to be an ass,” she says.

“Starting with congratulations and avoiding talk of exes is usually a good place to start,” Michael counters, refusing to feel bad.

“Of course. I’m sorry guys,” she says, honestly sounding it. “I’m just surprised. Of course I’m happy for you both. So long as you’re both happy.”

Michael looks over at Alex, who reaches out for his hand and smiles softly before saying, “Immensely.”

Fuck. Michael loves Alex so much. He wants to wax poetically about it for hours, but he’ll save it for when Liz isn’t on the other end of the line… But when they get home, Michael is going to have some serious words with him.

Alex licks his lips and Michael has to let go of his hand and look at the road if he wants to avoid crashing. He shakes his head, forcing himself to focus.

“For the record, Ortecho,” Michael says. “Alex and I haven’t been banging for years. We make love.”

That earns him an amused chuckle from Alex and a shocked one from Liz.

“¡Ay! Mikey! Okay,” she says. “I didn’t realize.”

“Well now you do,” he says.

He’s not really sure why it even matters. It never has before. For the past twelve years, he’s kept his relationship with Alex between he and Alex, and yet… It matters. It’s like Alex said last week, it’s annoying that people just assume their relationship couldn’t possibly be deeper than a consistent hookup. Like the fact that they are two men makes their love story somehow less than.

“Well, I won’t push anymore,” she says. “Clearly it’s a sensitive subject. But just so we’re clear, whenever either of you are ready, I’d love to hear your story. You both deserve the world and if you found that in each other, then that’s wonderful.”

“For somebody who doesn’t believe in romance or love, you seem to have no problem wishing it for others,” Alex says, an unspoken question lingering in the air.

Liz sighs. “Yeah, well… It’s not that I don’t believe in love. It’s just that my love stripped me of my agency and then didn’t fight for me. So… Max can screw himself.”

“Liz,” Michael says seriously, cutting off whatever sympathy Alex is clearly getting ready to respond with. “Take it from somebody who gets it more than you’ll ever know. The people you love will hurt you. They’ll make decisions without you that impact your life. It sucks. It hurts. But it doesn’t hurt more than being alone. Forgive him.”

“But—”

“No,” he cuts her off, before she can give an excuse. “Forgive him.”

“He hasn’t even apologized,” she says. “He didn’t come after me. He just let me go.”

“And you left,” he says, not unkindly, but he’s also not about to let her change the narrative. Michael did that too many times and it got him nowhere. He loves Max and… yeah, he won’t ever admit it to her, but he loves Liz too. So he won’t let her make the same mistakes he did.

“Michael is right,” Alex cuts in. “Max has his own list of ways you wronged him too. And if you both let it, that list will keep you apart for years. It’s not worth it. Not when you really love somebody.”

Alex unbuckles his seatbelt to slide over in the truck, so he’s right next to Michael and can lean his head on his shoulder. Michael wraps his arm around Alex and holds him close.

Liz is silent on the other end, and that’s fine. Alex and Michael give her the time and space she needs to take in what they’ve just said.

Alex reaches up to thread his fingers through the hand that’s holding him close. Michael places a kiss to the top of his head.

“I love you,” he whispers. “Thank you for always coming home.”

“Thank you for giving me a home to always come back to,” Alex whispers back.

It takes them another hour and a half to get Liz’s car to the junkyard where Michael promises he’ll fix it tomorrow, even though it’s his day off. Then Liz refuses to take no for an answer, insisting on cooking them breakfast as a thank you. They get stuck at the Crashdown for a while, catching up with Rosa, Arturo, and Liz. By the time they are finally back home, it’s just after 11, and yet, it doesn’t take hardly any convincing to get Alex to climb back into bed with him so that Michael can make good on the promise he made to himself this morning. He spends the next several hours making sure Alex feels fucking worshiped like the vision he is.

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psychemeanscure · 4 years ago

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PART 9

“Did you really expect me to let you drive by my watch? I don’t trust you, move.”

As he expected indeed. He was supposed to protest even, if he only hasn’t sense her stern look as if she’s going to bait him alive thus he had no choice but to snort and just move from the driver seat to the passenger side. “Tss. I can’t understand you really. Most woman would rather go crazy if a man offers a gentleman act. Then there is you who’s totally opposite. Are you sure you were from this earth? Don’t you think you were actually from different planet, because I do think you a--- hmp! Hey! What’s wrong with you, woman?”

His prompt halt from his rants for he has been hit by a tossed pack of wet wipes, only to be answered casually of his bulldozer. “Wipe that stain of blood on your knuckles, it creeps me out even a while ago. Tss. Do you really randomly punch someone that even mornings aren’t acceptable? Poor day.”

Her nonchalant blusters surely after closing the small compartment in front of him, putting her phone from her coat’s pocket. While he in the other hand only had to groan unpleased, urging to follow her instructions anyway. “Now what a word to say welcome. You do love tossing things on my face eh? I can’t even tell if I had to say thank you or rant with your behavior. Jeez, I can’t understand woman really.”

Unbothered anyhow, as she starts the engine instead and clasp the steering wheel. “So? Where are we heading, then?” getting a swift coy expression from him somehow like he himself is as well excited from his own idea for he encodes the exact location on its car’s installed GPS navigation device in no time. “There you are. Feel free to process anything. I can wait though.” Truly she should, as she even has to blink twice, eyeing between the device and the man who is looking at her with an elbow leaning to its car’s door panel to be able to rub his playful smirk by his forefinger. Expectant brows, waiting for her obvious positive answer. “What? You, in?”

Finally, the snickering laugh she keep on holding vent into actions. “God! I can’t believe I am actually biting this idea of yours Jang Taeyoung.” Her unbelievable approval from herself truly that another laugh had to come into her again. “Fine. But just one thing, Jang. No shed of blood. please?”

Contemplating from the thought but solve it in a way. “Hm?... I can’t promise though. But since you say so. Then noted, my lady.”

“Thank you.” Trusting his words definitely, as she steps on the pedal to finally start their drive ultimately.

“Now wha--- Oh sh--- Yah!”

Her supposed to be question the moment they arrive from the location, only to be startled totally that she almost jumps onto her seat. For she certainly not notices the Jang Taeyoung beside her casually putting a peculiar mask she never expected. Given his intention to actually lean purposely straight close to her face with his intimidating aura. Who wouldn’t be surprise indeed. Opposite to now laughing him, that a frown came into her seemingly. “Stop laughing you, cabrón.” Just to hear his proceeding faded laugh anyway. ��Sorry. My bad. Did I frighten you?”

That she had to only look him with piercing eyes. “What do you think, loco?” Garnering another laugh from him then. “Shut up.” Her stern warning finally, thus he decides to bring back his composure. “Hoo. Alright. This is hell of enough indeed.” As he tends to fix his silver crystal-like mask by the rear view mirror of the car, that later made her cringe somehow. “Do you really have to wear that one? Weird.” Her criticizing statement definitely, only to earn a smirk from him.

“You think you were the only one who has a disguise? Mind you my lady, I have mine too.”

And it was enough for her to stilled. Not because of his fancy mask, nor the content of his remark. It’s because she is seeing a different Jang Taeyoung. A different voice she never knew existed. A face that could make anyone stutter. He is that one, the one who is right now. Sensing her astonishment someway, he retaliates another remark certainly. “Surprise? Nah, my volatile. Save that for later, for we have work to be done. Though you just have to sit here and relax. Alright?”

“It’s show time.”

By the moment his watch strike with another tick, and a chew of his freshly open bubblegum. He finally went open its car’s door, winking at her for the last time. “Watch me.” His last sentence as well, closing the door, leaving the still tongue-tied her who just had to watch his every move from afar.

That’s what she did anyway, except for the fact that she’s still in processing things from her thoughts. Just later to notice his selected men who actually came for nowhere with mask on as well different from him though. “So he planned it all along? Look this peccable man, really. Tss.”

She doesn’t want to admit, but she does enjoy the little rebellious act he gave truly. That at every stumble and fall of the kiddo’s men makes her heart boil in rejoice. The way they smoothly ruin the things inside the warehouse and as how the shuttering expression of the young Alcaziar is nothing but achievement.

“Oh ow.” Yet, just how she thought it went smoothly as she can see less men from the enemy. For it’s actually the other way around after learning there’s still tons of them coming. Then she decided. “Guess, a little contribution might help.” She starts without a doubt definitely.

“Get in.” her firm suggestion indeed, the moment she roll down the backseat window by the driver side window switch. Turning to him who swiftly jumps inside it expertly, taking off his mask surely after another roll up of the window.

“Faster, Sung Eunyoung.”

His straight request later after taking its glances to the rear glass. Allowing a sinister laugh to subdue. “Catch morons, catch! As if you can.” Proceeded with another laugh again, enjoying every show he started through the presence of his chewing gum. While she in the other hand, manage to drive every alley of narrow streets she can seize. She’s loving it as well. Given police cars tried to chase them as well as the enemy’s drive. And it only increases the wonderful excitement of emotions inside her that she can’t even help but to squeal from their blasting overdrive. “Wohow! I’m loving this very much! Really~”

“Want to make the live action more pleasurable?”

He even succeeded offering his own sunnies that she gladly accepted as well. “Truly.” And with the last puff from a random engine…

“Bang yah!”

His urging eagerness and her screeching cheering surely vent into unison. Appearing clasp by each other’s hand from the menacing fun they just surpassed.

“That was fun.”

Her flowing satisfaction from just finished fuss indeed. After a clink of each other’s canned beer while siting the nightly overview of Han River. “Loving my present?”

“Very.”

“Guess we did click as business partners after all, eh?” Her approving words after a sip of her beer somehow. “Really? I’m even close on hiring you as my drifting partner even. You do have a knack for escaping. I like it. Would you allow me though?”

A shake from her head takes in, while he starts to sip with his own beer as well. “Shut it, Jang Taeyoung. I will never. Thanks anyway.”

“There you are with your rejection again. Tss. I’m sure you had done it before either.” He decides to sit on the trunk of the car near the rear window at that point making them a bit close since she was leaning to the backseat car door as well. Remembering a certain event somehow. “Well. Kind off. I once help Lee Chanwoo when his MCMC nightclub had been jeopardized. But the coño just complained about me bumping his car with another. Jeez.”

As she rests her left hand under her right elbow, sipping another taste of her beer. Yet, a simple nuance that made him praise her again. Savoring the once in a while moment where they were just randomly talking about things.

“Wah… It’s been a long time since I talk with this classy, you, huh? I realize I missed it.”

An arching brow give in to her surely. “Eh? What are you talking about, I’m always classy you, lo---“

“Without insulting me. Yes, you do still classy.” Guilty indeed, but not quite as she remembers the reason why. “What is this? Am I to be blame now? It’s your fault anyway. If not, you being a troublemaker and sl---“

“Sly fox? Fine, I admit. I am that person. But hey! I only act like that with you though.”

His defense indeed, just to be responded by a rolling of her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. As if I care, mister. Care to share your first happenings with that knuckles instead?” her abrupt shift of topic somehow, after seeing his now band-aided hand, that he knew what she meant. The encounter before their prompt live action started. The one he chose not to be heard by her. “Ah… This? Nah. Not so important. No need for your concern.”

“Concern in your dreams, loco. Tss.”

Thus a nonchalant laugh came into him. He does love teasing her, really. “Oh come on, love. Don’t deny… I know you d---“

“Another word of that love of yours, Jang Taeyoung. And am I going to choke you for real.”

Threatening him finally, as she had been keeping that rant all throughout the day. But what can she expect for a sly like him either. “Ah. Is that so? Mi amor it is, then.”

“Yah. You’re not listening, are you?”

Ready to throw her empty can surely, if he still insists. “What? It was you who suggested that. It seems to be your liking. Don’t you remember?” He did exactly so. Not her disappointed by how he swiftly dodges it as soon as he gets off on the trunk, running and laughing by her gloomy face. “Come back here! You, loco!”

There she ends up chasing him without a doubt. If not for his assistant’s arrival to junk the car they had just used. They wouldn’t stop rather. “Take care of it, alright?” Tossing the key of it indeed, before turning to her who was halt from stepping into the passenger seat of another car they intended to drive. “Before I forgot.” Purposely stopping his words to leaning closer to her. “You look stunning back there.”

She sure not following what he meant by his whisper. The only thing she knew right then, was that he’s starting with his tactics on her again that she had to shake her head from the obvious. “Whatever, Jang Taeyoung.” And with his last coy smile, he finally closes the car door for her. And just how he simply got the chance to drive her home again.

“Thank you for today, Jang. I sincerely am.”

Her overwhelming gratitude that he gradually welcomes even. Little not knowing, that it could probably also the last day they’ll be in sync.

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dreamescapeswriting · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction || You’re A Doctor [Request]

Seokjin:

You had applied for different hospitals, GP's and small hospices in the area where you and Jin lived together but no one had gotten back to you.

"I'm sure it'll be here soon," Jin said as he came into the living room to see you sitting on the window seat of your living room, staring out of the window for the mail lady but soon wasn't soon enough. You wanted the mail there and now.

"The more you look the longer it'll take." He said playfully earning a glare from you, you were clutching onto a coffee mug as you stared out of the window for the woman. As soon as she was at the bottom of the drive you threw yourself out of the seat, putting down the mug on a coffee table and waiting for the mailbox to be filled.

Jin stared down at all the rejection letters that were sitting on the table, all of them denying you coming to work for them, each with different reasons but it was all rejection at the end of the day.

"Jagi-" Jin couldn't finish because the doorbell rang, you got up from the floor and wiped your eyes as you walked over to answer it. You hadn't meant to start crying but it was disheartening being told that no one wanted you,

"I'm sorry, I left this one in my van and I thought I should deliver it." The lady handed you a bigger envelope and you said goodbye, walking into the house and throwing it onto the letter.

"You're not going to open it?" Jin asked but you shook your head, not being able to handle another 'We regret to inform you' letter.

"You do it, I can't." Jin ripped the letter open and read it through.

"Dear Dr Y/l/n, we would like to first thank you for your application to work at our hospital, below we have given a list of dates and times for interviews please get back-" Jin couldn't finish because you flung yourself in his direction staring at the letter and starting to scream happily. Not only was it one of the best hospitals in Seoul, but it was also your dream hospital. You only applied for the fun of it not thinking for even a second that they would actually accept someone who had just left medical school.

"I'M IN!" You screamed throwing yourself into Jin's arms and crying into his neck as he held you and kissed your face,

"I told you, baby."

Yoongi:

Four boys were standing anxiously in your office while another was sat on a wheelchair in front of you,

"Hi, I'm Doctor Y/l/n what seems to be the problem?" You asked looking through the chart to see the name of the one in the wheelchair. While you spoke to Namjoon about what happened to Jungkook's foot Yoongi stared at you the whole time, watching as you paid close attention to what Namjoon and Jungkook were saying before looking at his foot and trying to determine the best course of action.

"I'll need to do stitches, would anyone mind waiting with him while the rest left?" You questioned knowing the room was too small to do this with six people inside.

"I'll stay!" Yoong said rather quickly making Namjoon and Jungkook raise their eyebrows at him but Namjoon, Jimin and Jin left the room and you were left with Yoongi and Jungkook.

"You're a good friend." You said getting the tools ready for Jungkook who was watching you closely,

"He's like a brother to me," Yoongi said with a smile on his face then looking at the needle in your hand, Jungkook gulped making you laugh softly at his nervousness.

"You won't feel it, promise." You smiled at him and watched as Yoongi helped him up onto the bed.

He'd watched the whole time you stitched his foot back up and then calmly handed them notes and medication for Jungkook to take.

"How about dancing will I be able-"

"No, don't dance on it. Don't strain it, you need to rest it." You said in a rush turning to look at the younger boy who looked a little worried about what you had said,

"I understand performing is your life but if you don't rest you'll only make it worse, Yoongi-" You turned to look at him but he was already staring back at you.

"Make sure he rests." He nodded and you watched them load Jungkook back into the wheelchair,

"In case he pops them open...Shall I call you or the hospital?" You could see the red forming on Yoongi's cheeks as he asked you that, you bit down on your lip.

"I'm not really supposed to do this but here...For checkup purposes." You lied writing down your number and handing it to Yoongi,

"Thanks." He stuttered out wheeling Jungkook out of the office and over to the boys who were waiting anxiously for Jungkook to come out.

Hoseok:

"Hoseok? What did you do this time?!" You asked as he walked into the doctor's office, but he was smiling this time, unlike all the other times when he looked rather grim.

"It wasn't me this time." Someone walked into the room behind him and sat down on a chair closest to your desk, you'd known Hoseok for the better half a year. He was coming into the doctor's surgery to see you at least once a week sometimes twice if he really wanted to see you.

"Hi, I'm Namjoon." You looked at the towel that was wrapped around his hand,

"What happened?" You questioned moving closer to him and removing it, there was a small cut across his palm,

"He was trying to clean up the dorms and dropped a bowl." You groaned looking at the cut and determine it was an easy fix with some butterfly stitches,

"It won't hurt, it'll be like a giant plaster." You promised him going over to the medical side of your room and grabbing everything you needed to make Namjoon's hand better. Hoseok left the room and you continued your work on Namjoon,

"He never shuts up about you." You looked up for a second then back at his hand,

"Oh?"

"He's always talking about how nice a doctor you are, blushes when we tease him about his crush on you." You snorted and he looked at you,

"Hoseok doesn't have a crush on me."

"Then explain why he's always coming to see you." You knew there was a reason behind that but you figured it was for the receptionist at the front desk.

"It's against the rules for doctors to date their patients." You mumbled remembering your contract,

"But you would date him? If he wasn't your patient?" He asked trying to make sure he was understanding it right, you nodded and added a bandage around his hand.

"Done." You said with a smile, you called the receptionist to let Hoseok back inside and he walked back in with a smile on his face,

"Make sure he takes these every four hours for the next two weeks it'll stop any infections from happening, don't get your hand went for the next three days." You warned them both and they nodded before leaving the room. Namjoon went on to explain to Hoseok what you had said and Hoseok made plans to find a new doctor just so he could ask you on a date without the excuse of your work being in the way.

Namjoon:

The moment it happened and you'd gone to speak with the family you rushed to the changing rooms to breakdown, it was never easy losing someone over the operating table and people thought it was easy for doctors to deal with but it wasn't. You had to learn to deal with it behind closed doors to stay strong for the families and staff around you,

"Baby?" Namjoon asked, his voice full of concern as soon as he heard your broken sobs over the phone, he sat up in the bed and checked the clock. You were on shift for another 3 hours but he could tell by the sounds of your sobs you weren't going to make the night shift.

"I lost them Namjoon," He heard you whimper and he felt his heartbreak upon hearing the words leaving your mouth, he hurt for the family and then for you.

"Can you come get me? They're letting me go early." He hummed and began hunting around the apartment for some shoes and his car keys going.

You were curled up in bed with him now, he'd gone to get you from the hospital hours ago and you'd been laid together on the bed talking about how the surgery failed.

"It's not your fault Jagi." He whispered as you whimpered in his arms, he wrapped his arms tighter around you never wanting to let you go, he wanted to do everything he could to protect you from the feelings you were experiencing.

"Namjoon, they looked at-" He stopped you from talking by pushing your head against his chest and patted the back of your head, talking and thinking back on the detail was only going to make it harder for you.

"I'll run you a bath okay? Then I'll make you some breakfast." He let go of you but you clutched onto his arms already missing his touch even though it had barely left you for a second,

"Please don't let me go...Just-Just hold me." You begged, staring up at him, he stared down into your eyes and nodded cupping your face in his hands and giving you a quick kiss on the lips your body fighting the urge to sleep. You were scared if you closed your eyes for longer than a minute everything would come flooding back but you also knew you had to sleep,

"Sleep. I'll be right here baby," Namjoon whispered noticing how much you were trying to fight off closing your eyes, he shuffled down the bed and cradled you as close to his body as he could get you and then pulled a blanket over you both. Kissing the top of your head he started singingly softly in your ear, not the joking singing he would normally do to cheer you up, but the singing he did when he meant it. Singing sweet songs to calm you do and help you drift off into a peaceful nap.

Jimin:

You stared at Jimin through the screen, long distance was easy but this, this was something else.

"You alright?" He questioned as he noticed you nodding off, you hadn't seen him in four weeks. You were a doctor during quarantine which meant you couldn't be around him or your family because you couldn't put them at any risk,

"Sleepy." You whispered looking at the clock that was on the wall behind your laptop, you were beyond tired.

"When are you back?" He questioned knowing how much overtime you were putting into everything you had into looking after those who needed to be looked after right now. The hospital was understaffed with all the people that were being rushed in all the time,

"In another hour,"

"You should sleep." He whispered watching as you leaned back against the sofa, you were still in your uniform you didn't have time to change, you just wanted to see him for a little while before you went back.

"I wanted to see you," He sighed wanting nothing more than to go around to your apartment but he couldn't, he wasn't allowed to leave the house unless it was for work or for emergencies.

"I'll see you soon, get some sleep." You whined at him and looked at the screen to see him staring at you, you teared up at the sight of him. Being able to see him once again was the only thing keeping you motivated to take the extra shifts and to keep pushing despite being beyond tired.

"I have tomorrow off, I'll catch up on sleep." You had only just finished a 12-hour shift and going after a three-hour break for a 5-hour shift was probably going to tire you out more but it was important. He blew you a kiss through the phone and you hummed, laying your head down on the arm of the sofa to try and rest your eyes for a little,

"Wake me up in half an hour Jimine," He agreed and watched as you laid down and finally and got a little sleep, he continued to stay there just watching as you slept but not in a creepy way.

Taehyung:

The surgery you worked in was only small and it didn't have much funding but the funding it did get came from your boyfriend Taehyung who was also donating towards it, raising money or throwing events with the intention for money going towards your surgery.

"You alright?" He asked when you walked into the shared apartment that night, you nodded and flopped your body down onto the sofa and mumbled against the cushions.

"Liar." You sighed and rolled onto your back looking over at him on the other sofa, he was staring at you when he closed the book he was writing in. Probably working on more lyrics he was always working hard but he saw it as nothing compared to what you were doing he admired how hard you worked.

"Come on," He helped you up from the sofa and walked you towards the bathroom where he started running you a bubble bath and then went to get you a set of clean clothes.

"Have a bath, then by the time you're out you'll have something to eat with me." You kissed him lovingly as he came back with one of his shirts and a pair of shorts for you to wear. Taehyung had been with you since you were in medical school supporting you in everything you did, helping you study whenever you needed help and was there when you graduated and supported you when you decided to run your own surgery. He was always going to be there because of how much loved you.

Jungkook:

"Thank you Mr Fishbache, yes. It was lovely to see you too." You said to your eldest patient walking him out of the room and watching him leave before going back to your desk and laying your head down on the desk wanting to take a ten-hour nap as soon as you got home and resisting the urge to cancel the final appointment of the day,

"Last one." Your receptionist said through the door, you sat back up and straightened your jacket trying to look presentable, you were a doctor and being tired wasn't going to stop you from looking after people that needed your care.

"Ready." The door opened and you were too busy looking through the computer to find who it was to look around,

"Sorry, I'm just trying to find you in my system." There was no answer and you grumbled about not being able to find anything,

"You won't find me in there." You slowly turned around on the chair to see you boyfriend Jungkook standing there holding flowers with a suitcase behind him.

"KOOKIE!" You screamed pushing the chair out from under your legs and rushing over to him, your arms wrapped around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist drawing your body closer to him. He'd been on tour with his friends for the last four months and you hadn't been able to go and see him because of work,

"Holy shit, when did you-" He cut you off by kissing you passionately pushing you in the direction of the bed and pushed you down against it,

"Kookie what are you doing?" You giggled watching as he rushed to lock the door and sprinted towards you once again,

"I missed you." He whispered seductively in your ear kissing down your neck and back up to your lips,

"I missed you too." You whimpered out looking into his eyes as he pulled away from you to discard the flowers he was still holding and then began to strip out of his shirt, stopping you from removing the doctor's jacket you were wearing,

"It looks hot on you." He mumbled kissing you once again and pushing you to lay back on the bed.

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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years ago

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Summer Solitude

Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)

Story Rating: Mature

Genre: Fluff / Romance / Domestic /

Story Warnings: Cursing, sexual terms and themes, flirting, playful spanking, vague mentions of kinks, mostly fluff and just silliness

Words: 2,395

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3

Written for the @bnhabookclub ‘s members bingo event!

Crossed off: Lake Date

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“Katsuki, where the heck are you taking me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Yeah, I would. That’s why I’m asking, you smartass.” With a playful scrunch of her nose, Koge brought his hand up to her lips, placing soft kisses along his knuckles. “We’ve been driving for almost two hours and we’re out in the middle of nowhere now!” Their hands flopping back to lay on her bare thigh, the petite woman turned her gaze back to peer out at the passing trees, the thick forest surrounding the small countryside road not giving her any hints to where they were. All Bakugou had told her was to pack things for a day outdoors and to either bring or wear her swimsuit. Koge had decided on the latter, even though the tight material had begun to grow a tad uncomfortable in specific places, especially with her minidress coverup that had a tendency to cling to every curve.

Bakugou had followed her example, dressed in just some orange swim trunks and his typical black tank. Because of the way they had dressed, Koge thought they wouldn’t be going far, but it was clear at this point that she was mistaken. He had refused to tell her, and he wasn’t using a GPS to help her cheat or get hints, so the only real couple of clues she had was that the location was in nature and involved them getting wet somehow.

The curiosity was killing her.

“Well I’m not telling you. Be a salty bitch all you want, you aren’t getting shit out of me.” Bakugou rubbed his thumb along her skin, his palm hot against her thigh. “It’s a surprise for a reason, Utsuro. You’ll like it. Besides, it’s been a while since we’ve been able to go out on a date and not have two wild children to deal with.”

Koge gave a small sigh of relief at the thought, leaning her head back against the headrest. “I know! I can see now why you asked your mom to babysit. Those two little gremlins have been driving me crazy.”

“Natsuki’s not even a year old yet, either. She’s going to be a handful.”

“Just like her handful of a Daddy.” Koge smiled at her husband sweetly, rubbing up and down his forearm gently. “She’s literally going to be just like you. I hope you can handle it.”

“Tch, I think you’re the one that needs to pray. I can deal with one of myself, but you’ll have to deal with two.” A small grin stretched across Bakugou’s lips, careful as he turned the car through a tight corner. “And Matsuki might be a calm little squid right now, but who knows. He may just turn into a crazy person when he gets his quirk.”

“Katsuki, love, I have dealt with you my whole life. I can handle more of you. But you have never dealt with yourself. You’re going to go crazy, because you are crazy-- OW, hey-!” Koge burst out into giggles, trying to escape the wrath of her lover as he squeezed her leg right above her knee where she was ticklish. “No, no, don’t-! I’ll jump out of the car if you do that!”

“Well then you’ll be left alone to wander the woods all alone while I go enjoy our date.”

“Psh, yeah right.” Koge leaned over the console, hugging onto his arm with her cheek on his shoulder. “You’d miss me. You’d come looking for me.”

“Maybe in like… two days. Or a month.”

“You couldn’t last a day without me. Admit it!”

“Fine, fine. You’re right, Utsuro.” Bakugou took a moment to place a kiss on the top of her head, though he kept his focus mostly on the tight and uneven road. “Wouldn’t last a single day. Why else would I have married you?”

“‘Cause you like the way I suck your dick.”

“I only pretend.”

With a click of her tongue, Koge sunk her teeth into his skin, though he didn’t bother to react as he turned off the road onto a dirt and rock path. Distracted by the change, Koge released him and sat back in her seat, beginning to see some breaks in the trees that hinted at what was beyond. “Oooh, I think we’re almost there.”

Bakugou gave a small grunt in confirmation as the path curved, and before Koge could really prepare, they were out of the woods and thrust into a completely open field. Just as soon as they left the woods, the path turned back into a regular paved road, which ascended and curved along a grassy hill. When Koge finally caught sight of what was below, a small gasp escaped her lips, leaning against the door with her nose pressed against the window in an attempt to see better. “Wha-, Katsuki! Look at that! The water is so pretty!”

Below them, surrounded by forest and grassy parks, was a huge lake that extended farther than Koge could see, snaking around hills and islands and coated with the early morning fog. Having left the house a little before sunrise, the earth was still coated in a misty, glowing haze as the sun struggled to climb over the rolling clouds. The beams of yellow light that broke through glistened against the beautiful blue water, sparkling like millions of tiny diamonds. Along the right side that was visible to her, Koge could see a little beach area, with tables and a few people already scattered about, trying to prepare before the summer sun hit them in full blast.

“Are we going to that little beach?!”

“No, fuck that. My family pays for some exclusive land up here.”

“And you never told me this?!”

“They just bought it!” Bakugou huffed at the accusation secrecy, glowering at his wife out of the corner of his eye. “I wanted to surprise you with it! You always say you want surprises, but then you get annoyed when it’s something I didn’t immediately tell you about.”

“Is there a house on the land?” Koge continued her questions, ignoring his gripe for the moment. “Is it gated or fenced in? How many acres? Does it have a dock and-”

“Utsuro! You’re rambling.” Bakugou reached over and pinched her backside, since there was a little peek of her left butt cheek while she leaned forward to see the view over the dashboard of the car. With a yelp, Koge was quick to sit back down, pouting up at him while she rubbed the now stinging skin.

“Ouch! I’m just asking questions!”

“You’ll see when we get there. And stay sitting down!”

“I’m not going to go flying out of the car, Katsuki.”

“No, I don’t mean that. I just can’t focus on driving seeing your ass peeking out of that little coverup.”

After another thirty minutes of driving around the hillside roads with Koge asking questions that Bakugou refused to answer, they finally pulled up to a gate that was secured with a chain and large lock. After plopping a key into her hand, Koge hopped out at his request and unlocked the gate, pushing it open to allow him to drive in. Once they were through, Koge secured the gate back in place with a rattling of chains and a click of the lock, before crawling back into the car. “Oooh, that’s fancy! So secure!”

“My mom wants to get an electric gate with a keypad later down the road, just in case we have guests and shit that one to come stay here.”

“‘Stay’? So there is a house?” Koge smiled up at him slyly, putting the key back away where he had pulled it from originally. “You just gave it away!”

“Tch, whatever. You can see it through the trees, anyway.”

Sure enough, as they made their way down the driveway, a two-story house soon came into view, bringing a smile to Koge’s lips. “Damn! I can see why your parents wanted this place! Ooh! It does have a covered dock and everything! A fire pit too! Oh Katsuki, I want to live here.”

“Maybe when we retire and the kids are out of our hair, we can get a lake house. Or just move out here, I’m sure I’ll get it when my parents are gone, if it hasn’t gone to shit or anything. Utsuro, stop bouncing in your seat, you’re shaking the car!”

“It’s so amazing! Katsuki, I’ve always dreamed of a beach or lake house like this! I know it isn’t ours, but it’s so beautiful out here! Have you seen it all yet?”

“Just pictures,” Bakugou parked the car, glancing at the outside of the house before looking down at his impatiently wiggling wife. Unable to resist an amused smile at her excitement, he leaned over and gave her a firm kiss on the cheek to catch her attention, though it was followed by a softer, more affectionate peck. “Happy?”

Giggling softly with the affection, Koge turned her head to catch a quick kiss on his lips, caressing both of his cheeks. “I’m happy, Katsuki. And excited! C’mon, where’s my grand tour!”

“I don’t know where shit is, I’ve only seen pictures. You have to take your seatbelt off before you can get out of the car, you dumbass!”

The tour of the house was a quick one, with Koge bouncing down the halls and excitedly pointing out this feature or that detail and anything else that caught her eye. In design, it was very much like a traditional style Japanese home, much different from the modern design that Bakugou’s parents usually preferred, which is why he believed they decided to buy it. He was indifferent, but Koge was ecstatic, even her modern preferences fading away at the beauty of the house. By the time the couple got to the end of the dock, she was smiling nearly from ear to ear, taking in the beauty of the tranquil nature that surrounded them.

“It’s beautiful here, Katsuki. I’m not as much of a nature buff as you are, but this really is so nice! The water is so clear and clean. And there’s not another person around at all! Total privacy.” Leaning over a bit, she peered down into the water, looking about for anything interesting such as fish or plants. Most of the area was just rocks that she could see with very little vegetation, which would be good for swimming, and she already found herself wanting to jump in. “Let’s go get the stuff from the car so we can swim!”

“Sure. Y’know, it is beautiful out here. But nothing can compare to that ass in that swimsuit.” Smirk on his lips and malicious intent undetected by Koge, Bakugou waited until she was really close to the edge of the dock before bringing his full palm hard onto her ass. Paired with a push, Koge was sent squealing and flailing into the water, landing with a loud splash that rippled through the air, though it was dwarfed by Bakugou’s laughter. “Got you!”

Coming back up to the surface, Koge first took in a large breath to gather herself, shaking her head to rid her eyes of her hair and water to glare up at him. “Katsuki! You can’t go for two attacks at once! That slap hurt.”

“Boohoo. How’s the water-” Before he could even finish his question, Koge had stripped her coverup off and threw the bundled up ball of clothing at his face, hitting him before it fell to the wood at his feet with a slick plop. Face and chest now dripping with water, Bakugou stood there in shock for a moment before his menacing glare returned, slicking his hair back with the water that coated his forehead. “You think that was funny, Utsuro?”

“Yeah, big guy. You deserve it.”

“Oh yeah?” Stripping off his shirt, Bakugou tossed it aside, using only his feet to slip off his sneakers. “I deserve it? You know what you deserve?”

“What?” Koge began to swim backwards a bit, sly smirk on her lips. “Another spanking?”

Once all clothing was discarded besides his swim trunks, Bakugou took a few steps back before jogging forward, propelling himself off the edge of the dock to land full cannonball right in front of Koge. Before she could recover from the wave, Bakugou snatched her by the ribs, using his advantage of strength to lift her up and toss her into the air, sending her flying a few feet away as she squealed in delight. Laughing as he pushed his hair back from his face, Bakugou swam towards her. “That’s what you deserve, Utsuro.”

“It’s not fair!” Koge latched onto him, her arms around his neck and legs latched around his waist. “I can’t do stuff like that to you! You’re too buff.”

Caressing her body in close, Bakugou kissed her lips softly, placing a few last punishing pats on her previously spanked butt cheek. “Poor Utsuro. Too tiny to retaliate.”

“I could retaliate. I could pinch that cute little butt. Or give you some nice blue balls. You don’t get any pussy.”

Bakugou laughed, a sharp and amused chortle that brought a blush to Koge’s cheeks. “Yeah right! Utsuro, you’re obsessed with my dick, you wouldn’t be able to brush me off.”

“You don’t think so?”

“Nope.” Smirking against her lips, he squeezed a handful of her ass, only making her blush darken. “You’ve wanted to hop on my dick since this morning. You, retaliate by not letting me fuck you? That won’t ever happen.”

“Well, how about I bet you.” Koge nudged his nose playfully with her own. “I bet you that I won’t fall for your sexual advances until tomorrow. If I win, then we buy your parents a hot tub to go along with this place-”

“The fuck-?”

“-But if you win, then we can do that kinky thing you wanted to do, since we have time alone.”

“Seriously? With the knives?”

“Mhmm. But you can’t be all try hard. Everything has to be natural. Deal?”

“You’re gonna lose. But I’ll get you tonight, you have no idea what I have planned. You’ll be falling into my arms.”

“Apparently the only thing I’ll be falling into is the water, as you’ve so lovingly demonstrated. Ah, wait- No, Katsuki, don’t throw me again!”

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eerythingisshaka · 5 years ago

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On the Clock II

[Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Reader]

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Adult Content

Part 1

You check your makeup in your phone’s camera for the umpteenth time, setting any microscopic hair out of place back from whence it came

Yahya sighs. “That light’s gonna blind my ass before we get there. You look good already.”

You barely register what he says, looking for your lippie again. “Last time I’m buying this color. It’s getting patchy as we speak.”

Yahya rolls the steering wheels in his hand tightly as he pulls off the highway and down the calmer streets as the destination is announced on GPS.

“Patchy? How does it get patchy when it goes on smooth?” Yahya questions as he pulls into a parking space.

“Haha! A question I wish the makeup industry would solve and eradicate, sir! You drove too fast, hang on. My nose is kind of shiny.”

Yahya turns off the engine and unbuckles himself. “Uh uh, nope. Put that down.”

He takes your compact in his hand and puts it in the glove compartment.

“No, what are you doing! You know my skin gets oily.”

He takes your hands, resting them on your lap. “Your skin is glowy girl, not oily. You not a piece of fried chicken.”

“Yahya…” You whine before he takes your chin looking straight into your eyes.

“But I ain’t afraid to bite, so chill out. You are so fucking fine, it’s taking everything for me to not lay you out here and now.”

You lean back, feeling warm off his aggressive compliment but fighting back your smile. “You ain’t that bold...plus I’m starving, so take it easy before they give our table away.”

“That’s my girl.” He kisses your cheek quickly as he gets out to open your door for you.

Walking into the restaurant, it appears you all weren’t the only people looking forward to a fancy dinner.

The small blonde hostess gives you a tense smile. “How many?”

Yahya answers, “No ma’am, we have a reservation here: Abdul-Mateen?”

The woman looks over her tablet slowly. You check the restaurant and start to get worried.

“Maybe we should just try somewhere else…” you loudly whisper over the hustle and bustle.

“It’s fine, she’s got it there. We’ll be sitting down sucking on crab and rigatoni and whatever else my baby wants,” he says each word with more baby talk accent then the last.

You roll your eyes as his lips pucker at you, squeezing his mouth for a more exaggerated pucker as you settle your mouth into his.

“Ahem, I’m sorry, we had a large party before you that is finishing up, so it should just be another 20 minutes.”

Yahya’s demeanor took a cool dip as he turned back to the hostess. “My reservation was made well in advance, you don’t have a single table ready for us now?”

The hostess looks flustered as she looks around the dining hall behind her and talks into her earpiece.

You loop your arm around Yahya’s, studying his jaw tightening. Seeing him being upset stressed you out so much.

“Yah, hey?” You pat his chest softy until he faced you, glad to see him taking a deep breath. “I thought I was the only one being a mess tonight, remember?” you say jokingly.

“This isn’t mess, it’s business. I can’t control this but they damn sure can fix it.”

You bite your lip anxiously. “I know, but it’s fine.”

He checks his phone. “We won’t have time to see the movie at this rate.”

The hostess comes back. “I apologize again but we are working to clear a table right now. Please wait by the bar if you wish.”

“You got ten minutes.” He says in a managerial tone, taking your hand to head over to the bar. You sit quietly as Yahya orders something brown. “You want your usual?” he asks.

You take out your phone shaking your head. “I want my baby.”

Yahya leans over with a sly smirk. “I’m right here…” he says, as he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.

You squirm away. “You know what I mean! I’m just going to check on our daughter.” You access the nanny cam app on your phone to see how things are at home before Yahya nabs your phone.

“Uh! Nope we aren’t parents for the next couple hours. Let the girl do her job, so I can do mine.”

He puts the phone in his pants pocket as you whine. “Yahya stop! It’s for safety!”

“It’s for coddling your paranoia, now calm down. Take a sip.” He offers you his drink but your refuse in a huff.

“I want my phone, Yahya. I’m not playing.”

Yahya takes another sip of his drink, setting it down in front of you. His smile widens as he turns to you, spreading his legs.

“You wanna come get it?”

You stare at him with deadly purpose as he just laughs in your face, crossing his arms patiently. Your eyes roll down to his lap with slight curiosity if it was your phone or if he was just happy to see you.

Instead, you pick up the glass and let the liquid run through your body. “I haven’t had dinner yet, so don’t try it.”

A while later the in house band plays some cover of Stevie Wonder, making Yahya twist with delight.

“Oh SHIT. Baby come on, let’s dance.”

You freeze at the thought as his hands reach around to rub your shoulders and puppet you to the music.

“Can you check with the hostess if the table is ready yet?” You ask deslerately before you are pulled to your feet. Yahya moves his hips like a salsa dancer pulling you in for a spin and holding you close. You can’t help but giggle at how light he makes you feel in his arms.

“I ain’t worried, they just have to wait on us now. How’s that?” He takes your hands leading you into some intricate two stepping you weren’t prepared for but thoroughly enjoyed. You all catch the attention of the others waiting at the bar and claps ensue as your dance turns into hired entertainment for the restaurant.

Yahya hoots every time you spin.

“Girl if you had eyes on the back of your head, maybe you would understand,” he says before giving your behind an ample squeeze.

You bit his ear a little hard until he lets you go in shock. You smile, giving him a body roll for good measure.

“That’s my knockout. Come through Tyson!” Yahya exclaims, pulling you in once more for a final dip as the band finishes and applause carries around you all. You feel elation as he picks you up again quickly, holding you tight.

“Baby,” he says in your ear.

You hold him tight around the waist. “I feel amazing, thank you hun. I haven’t danced like that in forever.”

Yahya rubs your back with one hand, inching his arm out of his jacket. “That’s good, put this on.”

You smile at him with confusion. “Why? I’m not cold.”

He wraps his jacket around you anyway taking you to the bar.

“Abdul-Mateen, table for 2!” the hostess yells.

You grab your purse. “That’s us!” you excitedly head to be seated.

“Baby, wait! I’ll get the table, you go to the restroom, ok?”

Now you’re really confused. “But...I don’t have to pee…”

Yahya’s eyes search yours for an answer before he snaps his fingers. “Well yeah, I don’t know that, but your makeup, right? Don’t you wanna recheck it or something after dancing?”

You think of the patchiness of our lippie and spring into action. “You right, good looking out! I’ll be back.”

You trot to the back and follow the arrow pointing to the ladies entrance. The heavy wooden door opens to a warmly lit, floral scented restroom with sink basins that rest on top of the counters. You open your purse while checking your reflection, rubbing your lips together only to realize your color is perfectly intact. You wrinkle your nose at this fact and why Yahya mentioned your makeup in the first place until you lift your chin and the light catches your glistening skin.

“Shit. Damn oil.” Your compact is still in the car so you take his jacket off to cool down and reach for a paper towel to blot the shine away.

“Fried chicken...he tryna keep me looking crispety crunchety for sure....” You mutter under your breath before stepping back to look yourself over.

“What the...oh hell no!” Your eyes stop at your chest as your notice stains of moisture through your dress. Although your baby was almost weaned, your body hasn’t fully gotten the cue to stop producing.

You grab additional paper towels, frantically dabbing inside your dress and wiping the outside, making more bits of paper stick to your dress rather than cleaning the mess. Tossing the towels away, you pace in frustration. Yahya knew what happened and said nothing, why wouldn’t he say something? You angrily pick up his jacket as someone enters the bathroom and put it on.

Back at the table, Yahya looks up from his to wave you over but you only look at him and head for the exit. Two steps onto the pavement, Yahya has already caught up to you.

“Whoa, hey. What’s up?” Yahya says, stopping in front of you.

You sigh heavily. “We don’t have time to eat. I want to go to the movie.”

Yahya scoffs with ease. “Babe, it’s fine. We can at least eat appetizers and take it to go.”

You cross your arms, tapping your foot. Looking from under him, your personality grew 10 feet taller. “I wouldn’t know what the time is because you have my phone!”

Yahya’s sunny disposition sinks at your tone. “Come on now, I just don’t want you so distracted on our night out.”

“And now I got this mess all over my dress. I just wanted to have a good time.”

Yahya pulls you into him, giving you long drawn out shushing. “Now the night ain’t even over yet and you throwing in the towel? That’s not how my baby moves.”

You groan under his chin. “I guess.”

He looks down at you. “Now come on. I don’t wanna bring up a sore subject but...Imma need you to say it with your chest.”

You go to pop him upside the head but he moves out the way too fast.

“And now you tryna run? Whatcha running for Yah?!” you yell after him as he hikes it to the car.

He runs backwards away from you, looking back to check for the car. “That’s it baby, I hear you, come on so we can catch this movie!”

---

Pulling up to the theater, you both rush up to the box office requesting two tickets to the last showing of Disaster in the Sky Pt. 7.

“I thought we were seeing Four Letter Word?” you ask as he opens the door to your auditorium.

Yahya whispers. “We may have just missed the last showing, but this oughta be good. Can’t fall asleep in a sky disaster.”

As you take your seats, it didn’t take but ten minutes for you to know that this is not the movie for you. The acting was terrible, special effects were juvenile, and wasn’t the dumb big tit blonde archetype dated?

“You want me to get us some popcorn babe?” Yahya asks quietly, eyes transfixed on the screen.

“No, I’ll get it. Gimme your card.”

Yahya digs in his pockets and hands it to you without blinking. The lobby is dead quiet with one lone employee working snacks. You ask for the large popcorn and candy as your stomach gurgles over the smell of hot butter in the air. After some extra pumps of butter, you slip the candy in his jacket pocket and head back to your seat.

At first it’s hard to see but a cell phone glow that is normally unwelcome, happened to be your man’s beacon for you. As you sit down, you notice his look of concern on his face.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, trying to look over at his screen.

“Uhh...well the babysitter called but I missed it so I’m texting her.”

You sit up in your seat. “What do you mean she called? What did she want?”

Yahya’s face senses your stress but tries to remain cool. “Baby, I don’t know, so I’m texting-”

“SHHH!” a patron of the theater hisses.

“Yahya, you don’t text after a missed call. Call her.”

“I’m not trying to stop our-”

“Gimme my phone, now!” You hold out your hand as he reaches in his other pocket for it. When you check your screen, you see two missed calls.

“YAH! She called me too!” You drop the popcorn and run out of the theater, past the snack stand and onto the sidewalk outside. The sitter’s phone rings and rings until finally you hear he pick up.

“HEY! Yeah, what’s up we got your calls?” Yahya strides next to you, hands on his hips waiting with bated breath.

“Uh huh….uh huh...yeah that’s fine.” You hold your forehead with the cold side of your hand to calm yourself. “And I’m sorry can you put her on FaceTime real quick?” You hold the phone out until your baby girl is on screen. “Hi, Lei! I miss you! Mommy will be home soon!” She coos with a ring toy in her mouth, barely acknowledging you. You thank the sitter again and hang up before bursting into tears.

Yahya is at your side, hugging you tight. “Come on, it’s alright. She’s fine.”

You sniffle through your words. “I don’t know what I thought would be but I just...panicked.”

“It’s ok, I was too.”

You look up at him. “Where? You were still enjoying the movie and texting her at the same time while I ran up out of there like I stole something!”

Yahya wipes a tear away. “I don’t know where you thought I was being cool. I just couldn’t move from my spot as fast as you. No way in hell was I thinking bout that movie, that movie’s dumb.”

“Really? I thought it was dumb too, but you looked like you liked it.”

Yahya shrugs cooly. “I like anything you put on a screen that big with surround sound that shakes your chair. But the night wasn’t about a movie, it was about seeing you and being with you on a lowkey romantic evening.”

You feel yourself getting upset again and look up at the stars for reassurance. “And don’t get me started on that. Yahya, I fucking milked my damn self tonight.”

“Yeah that was...wow,” is all Yahya could utter.

You squint at him with forced anger. “That was your damn fault. When I was supposed to eat, you got me up dancing and my body just shocked itself into lactation.”

Yahya takes your hand in his, examining the rock on your finger. “I didn’t mind it. You and anything your body does is beautiful.”

You snort, wiping your nose. “Yeah, while I’m blubbering snot over my baby, I bet I’m real cute.”

The doors to the theater open as a showing lets out around you, you move out of there way against Yahya.

“God, let’s go. I’m so embarrassed.”

But Yahya doesn’t move however, holding you out in his arms you look at him with confusion.

“In front of all these people, I want you to know that you are the love of my life! I love you from the top of your head to the tip of your toenails!”

Yahya is practically screaming as you watch him wide eyed, trying to ignore the crowd slowing down to watch.

“Baby, ever since I met you you have been the cream in my coffee, the pillow for my head, my mint when my breath is funky! And because you love me and all I am, I want to push that same devotion and love back onto you tenfold.”

He shrinks down on one knee and looks up at you, taking your hand like an R&B superstar with a fan. You sigh to keep from laughing.

“Roxanne, Roxanne...I wanna be your man! Will you marry me and have my baby?”

You throw your head back in agony over his cheesy lines but his act was still convincing enough.

“Yes, Jody. I love you so much!” your Roxanne persona says as he picks you up and spins you around. The crowd cheers with applause as you kiss one another. Holding his face in your hand, you smack his cheek playfully.

“What were you thinking?” you say through your teeth.

Yahya smiles back. “Getting you back in my car to celebrate our matrimony!”

You feel so much better walking back to the car after Yahya’s outburst. Looking up at his profile, you nuzzle his shoulder appreciatively.

“That proposal may have outdid your first one. I knew your childish ways were good for something.”

“It don’t matter to me, long as I make you smile.” Once you’re by the car, he turns you around and nudges you back, leaning his hand on the roof. He stares at you like a precious gemstone as his eyes sparkle and dance around your face.

“What? You have something to say to me?” you ask, feeling butterflies creep up your throat.

Yahya takes your hand in his, kissing the back of it. “This was one of the best evenings I had with you ever.”

You roll your eyes. “Stop lying. I don’t like liars.”

His thumb rolls over the knuckles of your hand as he cartoonishly agrees. “Pssh, duh, I don’t either. But I’m not lying.” He touches your cheek, stealing your focus. “The way you looked when I spun you around the room at the restaurant, oooh girl, that smile has more spark than a plug!”

You grin and lowkey hate yourself for doing it on cue of his praise. But he was on a roll and you ached for more.

“And don’t think at any point tonight you weren’t the baddest mama anyone could ever have. When you thought things were going down with the sitter, I’m just glad I locked the gat at home cuz you were finna set it off!”

You puff your shoulders for emphasis. “Cuz nobody better mess with my baby!” You wrap your arms around his neck, landing a kiss along his jaw. “Not even you.”

He gives a rich laugh that only comes out for you when he starts to feeling a little nasty. “Oh, but I don’t get no protection?”

You shake your head. “None. You can handle yourself,”

The kiss you share is erotic. Tongues flipping around one another as Yahya’s hands reach under his jacket you’re wearing, pulling you against him with a soft moan.

“Come here,” he says as you follow him to the back of the car, he lifts you on the trunk. He settles between your legs, rubbing his wide hands across your hips and ass, tonguing down your neck. You arch against him, opening your eyes to stars above you and slowly leaning back as you caress the back of his head. Yahya takes his fingers inside the fabric covering your breast to expose your nipple to him.

“You wanna bet I can get something from you?” Yahya twiddles with your nipple to bring it erect.

“I doubt, but try it anyway,” you say with a wink. He cups your mound as he licks around your areola then latching his thick lips around it.

As you writhe under him, Yahya leads his hands between your legs, feeling you through your tights.

“I told you not to wear these,” he growls, sticking both hands under your dress to pull them and your panties down with one swoop, making you yip in shock.

You try to close your legs, but Yahya wide frame doesn’t allow it. “No,no wait. I’m not fucking in public!”

Yahya looks around the car to the surrounding area. “Nobody’s here. They all still in the movie.” Without waiting for your answer, he spreads your legs wider until your thighs are almost lying flat on either side of you like a butterflied chicken.

“Yahya, wait. I still-”

When his head disappears below you, you felt your defeat crash over you like a tsunami. His tongue never lies unless its lying down on some pussy. He wriggles his tongue between your lips with expert level speed. You can’t relax enough to grab hold of his head, so you claw desperately at the window behind you. His strength is put to use to keep your legs from crushing his skull.

“Oh, fuck! Oh fuck!” is all you can say. When he does you like this, you want to beat his ass, and that’s how he likes it. When he comes up for air, he keeps one hand in you and the other unbuckling his pants.

“Whatchu mad for? Huh?” he asks.

You put one foot to his chest to shove him back, lifting yourself up by your elbows. “You’re a damn fool, surprising yourself on me like this.”

He takes your ankle, pushing your leg back. “I’m the one surprised. I almost slipped down there. You been wet this whole time?” You help take his dick out his pants, giving your hand some spit to stroke his hardened shaft.

“I ain’t giving you the satisfaction of knowing,” you say through your teeth, taking pleasure in him biting his lip to fight the pleasure of your hand on his third leg.

“You’ll give it to me,” he says, pulling you closer to him as your leg rests on his shoulder, keeping the other one wrapped around his waist. You keep a hand to his stomach in anticipation but he moves it, pushing into you slowly, you feel your chill break down completely. Your head throws back as you mold yourself to him inch by inch.

“Ah, shit. Make it quick, Yahya. I don’t wanna be caught,” you say under his grip on your neck.

He pushes into you with a quick thrust that makes you howls, leg shaking against him.

“If you think you can shut up, I can,” Yahya warns, picking up his strokes to meet your requirement. You don’t want to cum so fast, but he makes it easy for you with his length curving right against you.

“Fuck! Fuck! It’s too much!” you whine, pushing his chest to let up. His hips spin into you instead, hitting you in a new angle that made your mouth wide and eyes cross. Yahya knew what was coming when you tightened up on him and he smacks his hand over your mouth just in time.

You lose all strength, lying back and howl into his palm unable to do nothing but take it and ride it out. No quicker way to touch the sky than some good dick.

“Yeah, give it to me. I told you you were gonna give it to me,” Yahya brags as you finish climaxing. As Yahya pumps you harder, you find it within you to pull him down to you, licking his lips , his chin, and clawing at his back as you whine in his ear for him to cum inside you.

“I want it. Give it to me, baby. Show me you love it all. Cream the fuck out this pussy.”

“Oh, I love it. Shit! Say that again,” he groans.

“Cream this pussy. Fill it up big daddy, I know you can.”

Yahya and you share a kiss as his hip grind against you. “I love you Yahya! OOH I love this dick!”

“Come on and love me baby. Damn!” He moans in your mouth as you lock him down, taking him in fully. You feel him shudder on top of you as you rub his back, feeling yourself full from within.

“Oh shit. Oh shit, baby, that’s what I wanted since you left the house,” Yahya says with a labored sigh.

You chuckle, feeling liberated and unbothered by your public indecency. “Yeah? Why didn’t you say something.”

Yahya gave a hoarse laugh. “Ms. Don’t-Ruin-My-Makeup? Yeah, like anything was gonna happen.

You sigh, adjusting your breasts back to their proper place. “You right. Once my tiddies leaked, all that went out the window though.”

You both slip back into your clothes. Yahya finds where he tossed your tights and panties and gives them to you before getting into the car.

“Baby, I am still hungry though. Can we stop by that pizza place I like and get a large pepperoni?”

“Yes, sweetheart, You can have a kidney if you end a night like this again,” Yahya takes your hand in his as he drives along.

“That was your idea, not mine. But I liked it a lot.” You kiss Yahya’s ear as he drove, gripping his inner thigh and whispering sweet nothings until he got to the pizza place and bought two pizzas.

When you got home, the sitter greeted you both happily.

“So you all had a good time then?” she asks. Her eyes dart over you in a way that you know she can tell something was up.

“WE sure did Tracey, and thank you so much again. I Venmo’d you on the ride over so we are all set,” He goes to set the pizza in the kitchen.

“Thanks! And Leila is sleeping, we had a great time! I have her some crackers and juice before bed around 9 oclock.”

“Excellent. Thanks again. You drive safely.” You wave Tracey farewell and close the door, taking off Yahya’s jacket.

He comes downstairs from checking on Leila. “She is fully intact and breathing,” he reports.

“Oh my sweet baby. Should we wake her so you can see her before you leave in the morning? You know she sleeps through the night now.”

Yahya takes two slices on a plate and sets it on the table. Taking a generous bite he says, “I don’t have to leave yet.”

“Really? I thought the schedule was tight?”

Yahya shakes his head, putting an arm around you. “I can delay a couple more days. It happens anyway when you miss a flight.”

“Who said anything about missing a flight?”

Yahya puts his slice to your face. “Girl if you don’t eat this pizza and hug on me!”

“Aw!” You take a bite and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Plus I don’t wanna leave you stressed. You taking care of Leila all the time, I need to catch up.”

“Good cuz I don’t wanna be woken up early tomorrow, I need my rest.”

“You right. So that means I got breakfast! Fixing a full course meal for my girls,” Yahya says excitedly.

“Uh, no! I don’t need the house burnt down!”

“Here you go! I am a pro in the kitchen. More Michelin stars than the telephone book got names! More bite than Eve with the apple! You loved my breakfast when you were pregnant!”

“Yeah yeah, but I haven’t had it since. Let me go shower.”

AS you start to get up Yahya pulls you back, putting down his slice. “Uh uh, one more round before you go.”

“What? No! I gotta freshen up!”

Yahya is already laying you down and playing a scavenger hunt with your body. “You know why people don’t make their bed? Don’t make no sense if Imma make you dirty all over again.”

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Chapters: 2/2 A companion series of Breaking Down- from Augusts POV

August receives Emma's call to bring some of Emma's belongings to her. August's POV of this portion of the story.

August was wrapping up his files when he saw Em’s name flash across his screen.

“Swan?” he asked curiously.

“I need you to come here!” She shouted through the phone at him.

August was amused by this turn of events, it was so opposite of her rigid characteristics.

“So, you decided? What do you need me to bring? Killian was joking when he said ‘everything’ right because that would take me a few days and you can’t pay me in snacks when I have eaten all of yours.”

Emma laughed. “Just some clothes, maybe two boxes, and my blanket.”

August was contemplating her request, he wanted to see her face. “Let’s Facetime. You can tell me what to grab out of your closet, and I’ll walk through the apartment with you.”

“Okay.” The notification for Facetime immediately popped up and he accepted.

August took one look at her and saw that she was worried, nervous even, running for sure was at the forefront of her mind, it was written all over her face.

“Emma, you look terrified, what’s wrong?”

She shook her head at him, her green eyes filled with worry. “It’s insane.”

He nodded. “But love is worth the risk sometimes, Em. Not everyone is out to tear you apart. Neal was a singular case of being an asshole. If this Killian of yours, had you thinking of uprooting your world for him in just a few days- go with that, don’t run from it. We have been alone a long time, Em. If it goes down in a dumpster fire of flames I will be right here still, probably picking you up from Maine and hiding you here while I dispose of his remains,” he said, smiling at her.

Emma laughed, her green eyes crinkling as usual when he was able to pierce those pesky walls of hers.

“He said I needed a hobby that wasn’t morbid. Once he meets you, he will understand why my mind naturally goes to murder or dismemberment. It’s your fault.”

August laughed at her, completely amused now. He walked towards her bedroom, and posed in front of her doors, “well, let's take a look at this closet.”

Emma frowned at him, “don’t rifle through my panties, just grab them all.”

August mocked horror. “No. I know that there are things in there that even I don’t want to see,” he said seriously. He had done her laundry enough times and stumbled across various things that scarred him for life.

Emma rolled her eyes at him, her lip jutting out in a pout towards him. “You said you would help, so help. I need panties, bras, and socks. So just do it.”

He groaned, “you owe me so much for asking me to touch your underwear duckling.”

“I know,” she laughed at him.

They spent the next 45 minutes picking clothes, August tried to keep her smiling as he exaggerated his gripes over touching her underwear. He grabbed everything she asked for, and in exchange, she promised him any favor of his choice when he arrived.

Emma offered to keep her room at Granny’s for him to stay in, and August agreed to be there sometime tomorrow night, and she thanked him.

“I hope I’m not crazy, but if I am, will you get me out of here?” she asked, her face completely open, and almost terrified. She had that look like someone was going to find them squatting again and they would have nowhere to go. It was his job as her brother to reassure her because this guy must be just as crazy over her as she was appearing to be over him.

August nodded, “If I sense that something isn’t right, I will tell both of you that to your faces. But yeah, of course, I will always save you, Em. Always. I am actually proud of you for taking a chance for one time in your life. You know when someone lies to you, and that lie detector of yours hasn’t gone off once. That means something I think.”

Emma looked at him on the screen and nodded. “I know,” she said, sounding like she was 10 years old all over again. It pulled at Augusts' heart, he hated seeing Emma unsure of herself when she worked so hard to make something of her life.

He smiled at his duckling, “Love you, see you tomorrow. I think I want something expensive for dinner, be prepared to wine and dine me” he joked, and he was rewarded with a laugh and a smile from her.

August got on the road early on his way to Storybrooke. He popped in one of their road trip mixes, and it was a beautiful day so he left the top on the car down. He headed out of Boston when the Bluetooth announced Emma calling.

“Good morning, sunshine” he called out, the wind whipping around him as he drove.

“Hey, I am tracking you,” she said sounding distracted, and he heard typing.

He smiled, they always tracked each other, leaving their google location on for each other at all times. “Figured as much. Are you working?” he asked her.

“Yep, looks like something I can do remotely, tracking bank transfers, looks like a big payout,” she said.

He smiled, at least she was working, she wasn’t just waiting around on this mystery guy. “Well, I should be there around 6. I will be hungry, and in need of a cocktail”, he said, all joking aside.

“I can manage that, drive safely” her voice rang out.

August smiled, excited to see her. “Love you,” he said.

“Ditto” she called out ending their call.

August stopped along the coast for a lobster roll, and by the time he rolled into the sleepy little town, dusk was nearing, and he took in the small storefronts, a small town. It was not something he would ever choose or expect from Emma, but it did have a certain charm to it. Kind of like a little fairytale fishing village that he read about in books.

He stopped at Granny’s to check-in, the formidable older woman eyed him and handed him his key. He dropped his things off in his room and caught the scent of Emma’s perfume in the room. He smiled, but this place was homey and clean, he would manage just fine.

He called Emma, letting her know that he arrived in town, and he navigated by the address Emma had sent to his GPS.

August got out of the car, not at all surprised when Emma came down the stairs to greet him. He stepped out opening his arms wide to her. Emma ran and jumped on him like a little girl, and August swung her in a circle setting her down.

He looked her over, running his hands over her, checking nearly every inch of her, but her eyes were just radiant, dressed differently than he had seen her in a while, but She looked so happy it nearly cracked his heart at how happy she looked.

“You look great Em,” he said, as the in-the-flesh version of Killian Jones made his way outside. He kept his amusement of the man's unusually good looks to himself and extended his hand.

“And you must be Killian,” August said, Killian, nodded while taking it. Strong grip, good eye contact, August mused to himself, trying to get a read on the mystery man and those crazy blue eyes he had. They don’t appear to be contacts, he thought amused.

“Welcome to Storybrooke,” Killian said, his Irish accent slight, but there. August smiled in return and nodded and spared a look to Emma who was watching their interaction, almost waiting for August to say something. He didn’t.

“I am starving, so you better have dinner plans,” August said to both of them, and Killian nodded.

“Come on up, I need to jump in the shower,” Killian said.

August was thrilled that he would get a look inside the place where Emma was shacking up with this guy. A person’s home allowed their personality to be freely witnessed, and he was awfully curious how he got Emma so quickly. This guy had a hot body, sure. But he had never actually witnessed what this guy accomplished with Emma, and he did it in a matter of days.

August wanted to search his whole house, top to bottom. And he did invite you in, August rationalized…

Killian nodded toward his car and the boxes stacked in it. “Here, let me get those out for you,” the man said, leaning into August's car to grab some of Emma's boxes. Chivalrous, August thought. Ok, so far, he seemed like a nice person.

“I can do that Killian, go shower,” Emma said to him, and Killian nodded letting her take them.

Once Killian was out of earshot he said “You must have forgotten to mention he is like sex on a yummy stick” teasing her, earning him a glare from her.

“So? Any warning bells going off in that thick skull of yours?” she asked him quietly, as they headed up the stairs and into the loft. He does live here, point for August he thought to himself.

August walked in and looked around. He scanned the walls, the floors, the place was incredibly neat. He would strangle Emma eventually because she was a slob, and if this were how she was living, Emma was on her best behavior- company behavior, he thought.

“Nope. Not yet, doesn't seem like the type to strangle you in your sleep” he said amused, and Emma rolled her eyes at him.

Emma’s phone vibrated, “That's Ruby, she is coming to dinner with us” and set it down on the end table.

He gaped at her openly, “you have a friend?” he said laughing hysterically.

He was completely amused that Emma had somehow landed in wonderland. Her self-imposed exile over, her life uprooted to a small town that belonged in a fairytale, a hot boy toy to climb like a tree, a female friend. What the fuck was happening!

He kept his face impassive, she looked too happy, he wasn’t convinced but he didn’t want to worry her over his amusement.

“Shut up, she is nice and meddles- kind of like you. I didn't really have the option to not be her friend” Em said smiling at him.

August laughed, and wanted to see more than the living room. The kitchen was industrial chic, newly remodeled and open, tidy as well. He assumed the bedroom was in the back, and carried one of Emma’s boxes in that direction, and took in the room as he entered, noticing the bathroom door shut to his right.

“Just set them in the closet,” she said behind him, and he nodded, opening the door to set them down. He noticed some of her things already hanging in there. He scanned the closet, just clothes, winter clothes, all folded neatly, he stepped on floorboards, nothing loose.

Unexpectedly, Emma hugged him, “thank you for coming” she whispered, and he cupped her head and hugged her back. She smelled the same as always, a little thin, but she was still his little sister, just a wide-open version of herself, and he was still processing that.

“Of course, Em, plus I needed to see this mystery man for myself, and I am not disappointed… I would be thinking too” he said with a smirk, and her cheeks blushed pink like a little girl.

Emma smiled at him, “Do you need a shower?” and August shook his head.

“I used yours. After I ate the rest of your food” he laughed and headed back down the hallway.

He looked through Killian’s bookshelves, reading the titles. He thought nothing but actual literature, some nautical books, flipping one open, saw the name Liam Jones penned in the cover, and placed it back carefully.

“He likes the classics, interesting. No murder mysteries though, that’s a good sign” he mused aloud, turning to see Emma as she rolled her eyes at him.

Killian’s voice rang out, “I see where Emma gets her morbid sense of humor,” he said, smiling at them as he walked in the room dressed but barefoot.

“It’s all his fault!” Emma joked and pointed to August, laughing and August watched her head down the hall leaving the two of them alone.

August could tell that Killian was nervous. “I'm not here to interrogate you, Killian, don't look like I am going to bury you out back” he laughed and Killian blushed, the color flooding his perfectly sculpted cheekbones.

“You two really are jaded people, aren’t you?” Killian asked him bluntly, and August rolled his eyes at the comment. Surely Emma had told him enough for him to know the cliffs notes version of his and Emma’s upbringing and relationship.

August shrugged, “I don't see you being a serial killer, or out to hurt her. I think your choice in hobbies is interesting, but overall, I don't have a bad impression of you, or from what I looked up about you,” he said impassively towards Killian.

Killian’s mouth dropped open in shock. “You did a background check on me?” he sounded a little exasperated August noted.

He smirked, “Of course, I did, don't act so surprised. You have your own money, and that is your business, I hardly scraped the surface out of respect for Emma. But I wanted to know a little more about you, no offense” he said as an explanation.

He watched as Killian rubbed his hand over his face. “You need a hobby just as much as she does, both of you need some kind of YouTube channel that shows nothing but children’s cartoons and sunshine.”

August laughed at the suggestion. “I am always rooting for the coyote to catch the roadrunner,” he said teasingly, and Killian rolled his eyes at him, surely, he was picking up on Emma’s habit of that he noted.

“Of course, you root for the villain” Killian laughed shaking his head. He also noted that Killian seemed more at ease within his presence, when a buzzer rang out, and Emma yelled down the hall “that's Ruby.”

August watched Killian head down the steps to let the woman inside. The woman from the Instagram account walked in, dressed in all red, and also in a very high, nice pair of high heels. What was she doing here? She belonged on Park Avenue with a 60-year-old man hanging off of her and a ten-carat rock on her hand August thought amused by the supermodel living here.

“So, where is my new friend?” The brunette said grinning and looked up at him and Emma making their way down the steps.

“Coming Ruby” Em’s said toward the woman.

August stepped into her personal space which she didn’t seem to mind. “Hi,” she said, extending her hand to August, and he took it, shaking it lightly, noticing well-groomed long red nails.

“Are you ready?” Killian asked aloud, leading everyone out to the lot. August overheard Killian tell Emma “You look stunning” and she kissed him softly.

August was flabbergasted, Emma took a compliment and showed public affection, holy shit. This guy had to be working with fucking black magic he thought to himself.

Killian opened his car, letting the girls climb in back, and August sat shotgun. He watched out the window as Killian drove toward the water leading them to a little restaurant.

August offered Ruby his hand to help her out of the backseat, and not surprisingly Killian did the same for Emma. He was a gentleman, he liked that.

Killian held the door for all three of them, and they headed to the upstairs patio being seated by a petite blonde. He looked around, it was a quaint little place, he would be this was where Killian took Emma on their date. It was adorable, the twinkle lights, the water. God, August probably would have uprooted his life too if Killian was seriously this good person.

Ruby began her assault of questions about him, his life, job, date, partner, Emma, the woman was like a human encyclopedia, and her currency was knowledge. August liked her, he just didn’t understand how Jones and Ruby were stuck here in this tiny town.

August indulged her and skirted some questions, and Ruby let them slide but he saw in her eyes she was being kind by not pushing for more.

“You ran a BC on Killian!” Emma shouted at him, and August rolled his eyes at his sister.

“You wouldn't have done the same if it were me?” he said casually, and he watched her eyes narrow, her lips snapped shut knowing she would have done the exact same thing.

“You should have told me” Emma pouted, and he waved her off.

“I told you I wasn't concerned, that's as much as I needed to say,” August said to her, and she dropped it. But he knew Emma was sitting there turning his words over in her head, the gears practically illuminated in her eyes. His words were reassuring her, stalling her urge to run away from this.

When they got back to Granny’s to drop Ruby off, August decided he would stay behind, he could get his car tomorrow.

“Thank you,” Emma said, wrapping her arms around August.

“You look happy, I like it. It is a good look on you Em” and she smiled at him, almost like she was seeking his approval.

“You want to grab breakfast, or are you leaving me?” she asked, and he smiled.

“I think I will stick around another day before I head back” earning him a wide smile and she clapped excitedly.

August narrowed his eyes at her, “you won’t get me to move here Em, and neither will Red” he said laughing and kissed her hair.

“Night,” she said, waving as he headed toward his car.

August settled in, and sent a text to Scott, letting him know that Emma was alright and he would be home tomorrow night. He still hadn’t broken the news of his own relationship with Emma, but he would when he was sure that this wasn’t a situation he needed to be concerned about.

He was surprised the bed was so comfortable and fell asleep before he even heard his phone buzz in response.

@kmomof4 @teamhook @anothersworld @purplehawkcaptain @holdingoutforapiratehero @tiganasummertree

#ouat #ouat au #emma swan #august booth #killian jones

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Despite What You Are (5)

Summary: Vampires don’t feed on blood, they feed on fear. So, why is yours so potent? Why were you saved by the most dangerous of all vampires–Kim Namjoon?

Based on this request:

“Can i ask for a ff where namjoon is a vampire mafia boss and has a spft spot for you. And you get into trouble woth a rival gang and he goes crazy? Fluffy and angsty 🌹”

Thoughts from the bedside

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

It was bright. Sunny, borderline too sunny—the first time you were seeing the outside world since your departure from the world due to a smoky shitpile of a vampire injury. There probably should’ve been more fear associated with the act, but it was real hard to be fearful when Namjoon stood by your side.

Perhaps that moment should have been your first clue to your inevitable fate. But you were dumb, always and forever.

Without thinking, you sunk down to the grass, feeling the heat of the earth seep into your bones. Even when you were at the hunter’s association, the only version of the outside you ever got to see was one covered in barbed, electric wire and asphalt that desperately needed to be replaced.

Nothing really ever lived there; even the weeds were nonexistent--as if even the Earth knew that place smothered everything that tried to survive.

You could feel Namjoon’s eyes on the side of your face as you closed your eyes to the healing power of nature Yeah sure, it was just some fucking grass—but for someone who hadn’t seen nor felt grass in several years, it was heaven. There was even a pathetic little tree within eyesight that looked like the tree of life to an environmentally starved human such as yourself.

“What was it like in the human compound—not the Hunters’, but the one you came from?”

“Mmm.” You didn’t open your eyes because, well, you didn’t want to yet. “It was home. I grew up there; I had parents, friends and a life that actually felt like a life. I went to school and graduated; I had plans to get married and have a steady job. I remember that it was a place that felt safe and felt like it would bring me happiness... It was a place where I could dream. I haven’t dreamt in so long—it was better not to then to be crushed by what couldn’t be.”

Namjoon was silent for a moment, contemplative. “I wonder what my dream was before you. I can’t seem to remember if I even had one.”

“Namjoon!” It was perhaps the most horrifying noise to have ever graced your throat—somewhere between a growl and a shriek that ripped your vocal chords and left dryness at the back of your tongue. However, with the wire wrapping around your waist--threatening to cut off circulation to your desperate, dragging feet--you couldn’t find it in you to care about the pain of your scream. Rather, you let out another.

“Namjoon!”

There were tears coming to your eyes before you could stop them, adrenaline injecting itself into your veins out of frustration. Garlic. It smelled like too much garlic and the metallic tang of blood. If you were in a better state of mind, you would have chuckled about the fact that you finally, finally got rid of the smell of garlic burned into your nostrils from years of soaking weaponry. Before you could scream again, a gloved hand enclosed around your mouth—that motherfucking radio buzzing with static before a voice you desperately didn’t want to hear reverberated through the streets.

Don’t let her escape.

Despite the fact that the blood running through your system turned to ice, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight of Namjoon, sandwiched between Taehyung and Yoongi as they looped their arms through his. His screams somehow made it past the rushing in your ears and the silence of your body loosing the majority of its senses.

You hated that you could still hear the sizzle of garlic hitting his skin, the god awful smell permeating your nostrils.

I’ve got a read on your location—I’ll send backup. Make sure she’s alive.

Suddenly, as if you hadn’t been thinking about it every waking second—as if you haven’t been planning on putting your life in the hands of some shoddy medicine to remove it—you remembered the implant the Hunter’s Association had placed within you.

Hey, at least now you knew it was a GPS, right?

Yeah that did absolutely shit nothing to comfort you and before you knew it there was a god awful noise that sounded more feline than humanoid ripping through your chest.

Like a tiny, miniscule insect caught in a widow’s web, you shook and struggled. Every limb flailed fingers and joints digging into every available surface area of the woman holding you hostage. Your hands came up to rip the stupid lens off her face—the fucking bullshit piece of technology that Hunters wore regardless of the time of day. You nearly managed to reach her eye before she jerked her head away, your legs trying to kick out the back of her knee in her distraction. In a final act of desperation, your teeth sunk into the leather of her glove, trying to break flesh.

The wire around your waist cinched tighter around you, digging into your skin as you let out a god-awful shriek. “Fuck off!” But it was muffled through leather and hunter’s fingers.

She’s being unreasonable. Sedate her.

Another hunter approached you, ready to help assist the woman holding you like a wild animal needing to be removed from someone’s home.

“Oh fuck no!” You spat, hoisting your legs up to press square against his chest, shoving with all of your weight to keep him at bay. You couldn’t go down yet. Not yet. Namjoon was hurt. Namjoon needed you and these people would have to do everything in their power to stop you from going to him if they had any hope of keeping you.

Not that you were strong. God you wished you were strong now more than ever.

One of the woman’s hands freed themselves to search through the pack buckled around her hips.

Your mind raced, trying to travel back to hunter’s training, trying to remember what sedatives they had—how quickly they took effect. Would you have time to escape before you went down? Would you make it back to them?

Would you make it back to Namjoon before it was too late?

Too late. Too late for who?

Your eyes scanned the battle wildly, hunters invading the corners of your visions like the black spots you see when you’re about to pass out. Through their backs, you could see Hoseok, Jungkook and Jimin fighting them off in an attempt to get to you. Occasionally, one of them would look up at you and you could see their desperation increase in the power of a hit thrown to a human.

Y/N. I’m well aware that you can hear me.

Your laser focus slid back to the walkie at the female’s hip.

Your whole body froze at the sound of your name, one of your feet propped on the face of the hunter in front of you while your arms shook from the effort of holding back the huntress’ hand armed with a needle--far too close to your skin for comfort.

I want to personally congratulate you. When you come home, you can expect to see a medal waiting for you in your honor. You brought us directly to Kim Namjoon. You brought down the largest and most powerful clan on the entire continent—you should be proud. Despite your previous disobedience, I will have you know that your slate will be cleaned with this gift to us.

A year ago, the news would have been good to hear for yourself. One less clan? One less powerful ass vampire to threaten your life? Great. Excellent.

But, since the only remaining strand of fear currently inhabiting your body was for Namjoon and his safety, you realized that you were no longer that girl from a year ago. You were no longer afraid of the world outside your walls, you were no longer afraid of all vampires and you sure as hell had no fear for the people that you once were forced to consider comrades.

God, if you could spit in the General’s Assistant’s face, you would have hocked the biggest motherfucking loogie your body could offer.

“And what makes you think I want your useless medal?” You hissed, returning from the depths of your repressed memories to the present moment. With renewed vigor, you clamped your legs around the male hunter’s head. Every ounce of strength you owned went to your core and abs, lip curling as you began the process of crushing the motherfucker’s head. His hands reached up to claw at your thighs, his mouth gasping for breath as the woman’s efforts to save her fellow hunter distracted her from the bigger picture: you. Still using your strength to kill, you discovered the ability to multi-task long enough to snap the needle out of her weakened hand.

One threat down. For now.

Not to say she couldn’t grab another. Not to say you weren’t one more hunter away from being dragged back to the base camp.

Are you choosing their side?

You looked up to meet Hoseok’s gaze, as he was the closest and the most active in trying to get to you. He was the one within earshot; he was the one that was most likely going to bring you back to Namjoon or get hurt trying. And god did you love him for it.

(Vampires don’t make any sense)

“Yeah, well, humans don’t make much of it either.”

“You’re smart enough to answer that on your own.” You chuckled darkly, adjusting your grip on the man enough to be able to get a better grasp on his skull—the prior position obviously wasn’t working because…well… he was still breathing. The huntress behind you jerked you to the side in an attempt to remove you from the man you were smothering between your legs. However, it was the worst life-saving attempt you’d seen yet, considering you hadn’t let up on your vice grip and you had no intentions to do so.

All it did was snap his neck.

“But yes.” You murmured to his body as his hands slumped off your thighs and the huntress screamed out in rage directly in your ear. “I choose his side.” You slammed your skull back into her face, wincing at the throbbing of your eardrum.

The statement was all it took for Hoseok to take that final burst towards you, any concern for the bullets fired from the guns all around you lost in that moment. Your concern for his safety, however, only increased until you finally saw why he was no longer worried about the garlic soaked threats: Jimin was using the remainder of his strength to aid Hoseok (Small, almost invisible shields no bigger than a dinner plate—ten at max, so, considering Jimin’s weakened state, it was probably like five. The younger had told you about his ability one night when you were far too curious and far too drunk off some wine Jungkook raided for you).

If you had been in a less concerned state of mind, you probably would have noticed that his lips were moving in an attempt to convey a very important message to you. One that you blatantly ignored because one: it was loud as hell currently, and two: you were dumb.

Hoseok growled in frustration at you as you furrowed your brow on him, thrashing in the huntress’ grip whilst you tried (and failed) to read his lips. You would have absolutely bombed any whisper challenge.

It wasn’t until he was practically in front of you that you could finally make out what he was trying to say, and surprise! It wasn’t “Do apes eat chocolate?”

“Y/N! Cover your ears!”

“I think that Hoseok has the worst ability.” Jiwoo said during one of her bouts of oversharing. You two were similar in that aspect. Suddenly, when presented with a genuine friend willing to listen to your endless rambling, you both found silence impossible and filled it to the brim with ADD thoughts. “I mean, not the worst as in, like, useless—but worst as in fatal.” She made a face at the ceiling. “I said that wrong, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Jiwoo.” You, too, chuckled to the ever listening ceiling. “You did, but continue anyways. I really want to know now.”

“Well…like…how do I put this…” She paused. “Okay, well he can alter his vocal chords in a way that can bust the brains of whoever he chooses. It’s like a sonic scream—however it’s all dependent on the tone. He’s perfected the right note to kill humans within his radius. Vampires are another story; he’s been working on that one. Apparently vampiric brains vary too much to make it easy for him.”

In a heated scramble as the woman screamed “STAND DOWN” in your already aching ear, you wrestled your hands free—nearly slapping yourself in the process of trying to keep your brain in your head. You thought that having the precious organ leaking out your ears would not be an attractive or life-sustaining look.

The sound burst through your fingers anyways, shimmying through your ear drums until your head was shaking with the force of Hoseok’s screams. The people around you froze and twisted like they’d been shot, bodies contorting at impossible angles as if they were exploding from the inside out.

In the chaos, Hoseok was able to get close enough to you to slap his hands over yours as added cushion to the hell of his voice. Despite both layers of skin and bone, you still felt blood dribble down from your nose and onto your upper lip. You screwed your eyes shut and clenched your jaw against the dampened noise; god, you did not want to imagine what it would sound like with bare ears.

The huntress behind you finally slumped, the wire around your waist loosening to a puddle at your feet, now that the person holding it was no longer living.

When Hoseok’s hands finally lifted off of yours—it couldn’t have been longer than five seconds, even if it felt like an eternity to your dum hooman brain—your ears were still ringing.

But you were alive.

Which, honestly, was more than you could say for the fallen hunters strewn around you like dead flies.

You didn’t want to look behind you, but curiosity got the better of you and you wound up making eye contact with the woman who had been holding you hostage. Granted, her eyes were darkened and seeing nothing—but that didn’t stop the frozen look of pain on her face as blood leaked from every possible orifice. If you weren’t so preoccupied in your thoughts, you probably would have thrown up. Instead, you just spit the gathered blood in your mouth at the ground, frowning at the radio on her hip.

“If you can hear me, fuck you.” You mumbled, if only because your tongue felt heavy and the world was swaying around you. You doubted that he could; the words were for your own sanity, for your own control of your life. For Namjoon.

Namjoon.

Namjoon needed you.

You took one swirling look at Hoseok, nodding your thanks because you couldn’t remember how to use your vocal chords. Your first attempt at bolting back towards the compound was thwarted by the fact that your legs were now noodles and the ground was pitched at a drunken angle. Gracefully, you wound up slamming into the busted concrete in a pile of limbs. But, like the stubborn mule you were, determination had you back on your feet and plowing forward before you could even process the fact that you had actually fallen on top of a dead body.

There was a fierce ringing in your ears and every breath you took sounded too loud for the sudden silence of the universe but that one singular thought outweighed every earthly issue.

He chuckled softly. “You are a very interesting human, Y/N.”

Somewhere in the distance, in a faraway parallel universe where your body was but your mind wasn’t, you could feel the pain, exhaustion and agony of moving as fast as you were forcing yourself to. However, it was easily washed out by the pounding of your heart in your chest and the buzz of worry in your brain.

He still had the same smile though.

Bursting through the gates of the compound like a garlic soaked madwoman, you scanned the crowd of equally panicked vampires, failing to note the ones trying to direct you in favor of focusing on the most devastating sound you’d ever heard:

Namjoon’s agonized screams of pain.

Rushing out onto the warehouse floor, you noted that they had haphazardly tossed him onto a table, several vampires holding down his limbs in an attempt to stop him from writhing to the floor. A very unsure and emotionally unstable Taehyung was wiping at his neck in a vain attempt to stop the flow of blood despite his thrashing.

Everything that had been burning hot in your body instantly hit its freezing point, suddenly making you unable to feel your extremities.

Mechanically, as if you knew you couldn’t touch him with your own bloodied, garlic-tainted hands, you ripped off large chunks of your shirt to wrap around them. You stepped towards him slowly, giving yourself enough time to prepare yourself for what you had to do.

However, you, yourself were at a lack of what that might be.

You couldn’t tear your eyes from him—everyone else disappeared around you as if he was the only remaining being on this planet besides yourself. He was sweating with a fever, his skin paling before your eyes.

Vampires don’t get sick.

“Namjoon.” You whispered, completely ignoring the concern of Taehyung by your shoulder. Gingerly, you placed your clothed palms against his chest to get better leverage for you to take a closer look at his wound. Luckily, it appeared that the bullet had just grazed his neck--which would have been fine for him were it a normal bullet. However, since it was garlic laced, the location was perhaps the worst spot in his body to receive such a wound.

Since it was in a place that was directly flowing garlic laden blood to a system that couldn’t handle the substance.

“Namjoon.” You whispered again.

He only let out a huff of breath and a pained grown, his eyes unable to focus on anything in front of him.

Get rid of it, you have to get rid of it. You have to take out the garlic. You have to---

Your hand reached up to cup his face, forcing his gaze to flicker to you.

“Namjoon, look at me please. If you can hear me, please look at me.” Your brow furrowed in determination. “Don’t close your eyes. I need you to stay awake. I need you to look at me. If you—if you close your eyes and I lose you then what was the fucking point of all of this?” You hissed because you wanted to shout but you couldn’t make yourself any louder than you already were.

You didn’t realize you were crying until you watched cool droplets pepper his skin.

Shakily, he freed one hand from the vampires holding him, slowly reaching up to brush away your tears intermingled with blood; his blood or yours, you didn’t know.

You could feel it then, whatever “it” was. You could feel him. You could feel his pain, his fear, his worry. You could feel what he was thinking without being able to process it into words. And, in that moment, you knew you would risk it all for him.

Because….because….

Because I love you.

“Trust me.” You murmured, leaning into his touch before shifting to get a better grasp on him.

Water wouldn’t work, and with a lack of medical knowledge or equipment, there wasn’t a better way to get rid of the poison in his system.

So you did what only a human could do. You leaned down, feeling the heat of his fever radiate a scorching energy across your skin as you got closer to the wound. Swallowing one last free breath, you steeled your nerves and latched your lips around the wound.

You took an experimental bite, gathering as much blood as you could in your mouth before leaning up to spit the garlic laden liquid into the hem of your destroyed shirt. The second time you went in, he jolted against you—his body letting out an awful groan that quickly became a borderline scream. It took every bit of muscle you didn’t have to hold him down and repeat the process.

In that moment, you felt like an honest to god vampire—the ones from the history books; the ones that turned out to be incomparable to the real ones. The ones prior to the War of 2048. The ones that drank blood and lived in the darkness and didn’t understand humans as a source for anything but food.

The ones that wouldn’t be able to grasp your free hand as tightly as the one beneath you.

You continued until you couldn’t taste garlic anymore, until his skin slowly returned to its normal, honeyed color. You continued until the vampires around him could release him because he was no longer shaking uncontrollably. You continued until his sweat broke and the heat of his skin no longer scalded yours, until you couldn’t take the continued taste of his blood—until it became more metallic than sweet.

In a final gasp of breath, you spit the remainder into your soaked shirt, lifting your head to wipe at the smear of blood on your chin.

His eyes bore into your face with a clarity that relieved the majority of your worries.

He still couldn’t move properly, and he still wasn’t fully himself because, naturally, it would take a while for him to gather back his full strength. But what mattered was that he was here now. He was alive and there wasn’t enough garlic remaining in his system to threaten his life.

Taehyung handed you a fresh rag, allowing you to press it against Namjoon’s wound as he coughed. His words were weak, but you were hyper focused on him and could have heard them even if he didn’t make a sound. “This…” He coughed again. “This wasn’t what you wanted.”

Your eyes felt like they were being held open with toothpicks, your body succumbing to exhaustion now that the adrenaline was quickly leaving you behind. Despite it all, you couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle at his worry. “No. This wasn’t what I wanted.”

“I…” He licked his lips. “I’m not what you wanted.”

You brushed his damp hair off of his forehead, continuing to hold pressure to his neck. You couldn’t help the gentle smile you gave him. He was cute.

This vulnerable version of him was cute.

“No.” You murmured. “No you weren’t.”

You could see the smile in his eyes, if only because his face had trouble making any expression other than tired pain. “But you stayed.”

You could have left. You could have let them take you back to the humans.

But you didn’t.

He didn’t have to say it for you to hear it, for you to read it in the features of his face.

You nodded, feeling your heart go rogue against your sternum. “I did.” You chuckled. “I did.”

~.~

You rested your head against the wall of the bathroom, brow furrowed on the ceiling. Every ounce of your energy was zapped into oblivion, leaving you a heaping mess on the floor of the restroom you’d been banished to.

In the wake of their clan leader being injured, you’d been removed from his side to go clean up—however, with the six currently occupied, the other vampires deemed you dangerous (what with your garlic hands) and, unbeknownst to the people who gave a shit about you, you were forced to take care of yourself. That, however, was hard to do when you were a walking injury who found out she could no longer move.

Not like you could blame the vampires though, as far as they were concerned, you were a walking weapon. And, well, they didn’t really understand the human body’s limits—the only people who did were otherwise occupied.

Of course, that didn’t change the slight sting of loneliness in your bones. Honestly, you were spoiled being around people who cared about you for more than the title of your chess piece.

It made you want to continue to be cared about.

Well, it was your fault that you made yourself a garlic bomb during a vampiric battle.

Battle? Were you really part of a battle? Did you seriously live through a battle?

Who the fuck were you now? Some freaking heroine in a dystopian novel?

With a scoff that determined you were no longer going to mope and feel sorry for yourself, you weaseled your way up into a sitting position—albeit with too much effort and a heaving amount of pain that had you wincing and biting your cheek to stop from crying out.

“Okay, Y/N. Next step.” You murmured to yourself, grabbing the edge of your destroyed shirt. “You can do this.” You managed to get the fabric to your shoulders before you forehead broke out into a sheen of sweat and you gasped out a pathetic noise of pain at your aching and bruised muscles. “Okay, girl, maybe you can’t do this.”

It was at that moment, with you pathetically bearing your ruined bra to the universe inside the bathroom walls that the door burst open with absolutely no hint of delicacy.

You honestly couldn’t find it in you to give a shit as you tilted your head up to meet the intruder’s gaze.

Jiwoo’s angered stare met yours, the rage transforming into worry within one millisecond as she caught sight of you pathetically slouched on the tile. You didn’t get a chance to speak or unpack any of her emotions before she was letting out a snarl.

“I’m going to kill them.”

“Who?” You would have been scared if she didn’t look like she was going to cry. If your arms weren’t dead weight in your lap and if you legs could work you would have hugged her.

“Everyone. The people that did this to you, the vampires that thought you could fix yourself on your own, you for getting into this mess--everyone.” You hadn’t realized she had been holding the door open until she fully stepped inside and let it slam behind her with an earthquake thud.

You only nodded stupidly, your gaze cast down to your hands and the bloody, smelly mess that they had become. “I have garlic on me.”

She crouched down, grabbing the non garlic soaked bit of your shirt to remove it entirely before tossing it into a corner. You didn’t miss the way her lip curled at it in disgust. “So?” Her voice was soft in comparison to the steel of her features as she crouched down in front of you. “I can’t believe they left you all alone in here. How are you supposed to care for yourself in this state?”

The longer she squatted before you, the longer she assessed the damage done to your body, the deeper the crease between her brows got. It would have been a shame if she gave herself wrinkles, she was pretty.

“What about Yoongi? The others? They need more attention than me—“

“Y/N.” She cut you off grabbing both of your hands despite the grit of her teeth as the garlic sizzled into her skin. If only because you were afraid she would hurt herself further, you let her lift you to your feet so she could help you wash the blood and pasta sauce from your hands. It was definitely her doing the lifting too; you were more ragdoll than human at the moment. “I won’t let you be alone. Not right now.”

You stared at your feet, letting her take care of you—refusing to meet your own stare in the cracked and dirty mirror above the sink. Who wanted to look at themselves when they knew they were the reason for everything that just happened? She reached over to the first aid kit that had been tossed in the room with you earlier, frowning at the pathetic array of medical equipment garnered for you. “There’s not even anything to scrub you with.” It seemed her disdain for the vampires that left you in here by yourself was only growing by the second, her anger a ticking time bomb. You felt she didn’t know what else to be—you felt like she felt as helpless as you did.

“Ji, its fine, really—“ But, when you lifted your head you could see her taking her shirt off behind you, dunking the fabric into the sink before you could even form any words. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m taking care of you.” She said simply, grabbing your arm to begin cleaning the stale blood from your skin. “Because you can’t and he can’t and no one else will.”

“I can do it.” You murmured weakly, but if it weren’t for her grasp on you, you would probably have collapsed to the floor; even she could see that. Your eyes followed the path she cleaned, wincing at the pain that came with the archeology of healing. Underneath layers of dirt and blood you both discovered the cuts and bruises—the threatening fractures that had you making pathetic noises in the back of your throat. You discovered the pain that settled into your bones and made you immobile; even you didn’t know just how bad your injuries were. You hadn’t really had the chance to figure it out in the wake of Namjoon.

But the masochistic part of you said that it wasn’t enough pain—you should have more. You should be dead—you should—

“Why?” Jiwoo whispered, her voice hoarse. “Why would you put yourself in danger like this? Namjoon—he could have handled it himself.”

You knew that. A deep-set part of you knew that. As her shirt turned washcloth soothed the heated ache in your back with cold water, you knew that everything you did was in vain. Even sitting there, safe and sound in an abandoned bathroom, you could still hear Namjoon’s screams. You could still hear the buzz of the walkie talkie’s feedback.

You could still smell garlic.

“He could have.” You murmured.

All your fault, Y/N. This is all your fault. If you weren’t so stupid he would have been alive and well and completely fine.

So would that Hunter you were partnered with.

Jiwoo’s gaze softened on you, her forehead resting against your temple. “If it was Yoongi, I know I would have done that same. But you and I—we are different species, you have to know that. You matter too much, Y/N. What would we do without you?”

You felt tears building in your eyes, that pathetic, fragile spine of yours folding easily to your fear, your blame and your guilt. You were nothing if you weren’t weak-willed, a human afraid of everything.

Especially herself.

“I wanted to keep him safe.” You whispered. “I’m nothing special, just a dumb human. But he’s done all of this for me and I—I-I—“

Jiwoo’s arms were around you before you could think properly, the pain in your bones a punishment you bared with all the grace of gritted teeth and a yelp of pain that you swallowed in your chest. Her hugs were a force to be reckoned with, because they were usually the contact you got when you needed it most.

“You are incredibly special.” Her anger tried to punch through your thick skull like a lobotomy needle, quick, sharp and to the point. “You aren’t special just because Namjoon is your mate, not just because you’re a small, fractional possibility in a sea of normality. You aren’t special because your fear tastes like what I imagine your human sugar tastes like to you. You are special because you are Y/N. There is only one you; no one can replace you.”

“Everyone is replaceable.”

She shook her head. “No. Not everyone is. Not everyone can make Hoseok laugh so loud that he breaks the glass to the oven. Not everyone can make Taehyung distract enough to get lost during missions because he was looking for a game—if only because he now has someone who wants to play with him. Not everyone can make Seokjin smile like we’ve never seen in years. Not everyone can make Jungkook control himself around a human as much as you can; if only because he wants to be your friend so bad that he forces himself to do the impossible. There hasn’t been a single person—vampire or human—to understand me the way you have. Not everyone can stand up to a room full of vampires when it is obvious that they shake at the mere sight of them. Not everyone can dare to shoot a gun at death and still be standing of their own accord. Not everyone can stand in the middle of two species and find peace with what they had always considered their enemy. And for sure, there isn’t another person on this planet that could make Namjoon fight as hard as he is for you. Y/N, there is absolutely no one else like you. If you were not here, we would all suffer.”

At some point, during her speech that could have moved mountains, her thumbs had come up to brush away tears you hadn’t realized had been falling. It was a lot to say you were worth it when this mess was caused by you.

It’s all your fault he’s hurt.

“But I couldn’t save him.” You whispered.

Her hug was unrelenting, her care momentarily forgotten in the wake of your emotional trauma. “You did.”

“But it was my fault that it happened in the first place.”

“It was the Hunter’s Association’s gun, not yours.”

“But—but I am a Hunter.”

She pulled back to asses you, her eyes flitting across your face as if she was trying to figure out if this was truly a person she knew. “Are you?” Her brow furrowed on you. “Have you ever killed a vampire, Y/N? Hell—“ She scoffed. “Have you ever killed anyone?”

“My--my actions caused people to die.”

The trees became made of blood, the petals falling bits of bone that dislodged from the branches. In the shadows you could see clawed hands reaching for you, pitch black eyes boring into yours as it grabbed your wrists and—

Jiwoo lifted your hands to your line of sight. Her hands weren’t clawed; her nails were blunt and normal around your wrists—gentle, even. Her eyes were clear and kind and didn’t whisper death threats in your ear. “These, Y/N. Have these hands ever taken life?”

You stared at her; the force of your nightmare dissipating around you launched you into a state of shock. It was a ghost that had haunted you, a shadow that never removed itself from you—something you could never get rid of.

But in the bathroom, there were no trees and there was no blood but your own.

You still had your guts in your stomach and you heart in your chest.

You shook your head.

She smiled, blinding in the close proximity. “Then you are not a Hunter, you are Y/N, a very special human. My most special human friend, someone I could not live without.”

The tears that fell could have been from the pain and exhaustion, from the relief of thinking you lost Namjoon, from the realization that your life was inextricably changed forever. But, for the first time in forever, you wanted to believe that they came from happiness.

It was funny how a vampire could be more human than humanity itself.

~.~

It was strange, to say the least. An odd feeling to have the roles reversed; like you were in a parallel universe where you were stronger than Kim Namjoon, the clan leader of the century. It didn’t feel right for you to be sitting curled up in the chair while he lay injured and breathing heavily on the bed. How long ago was it that you woke up to those golden eyes? How long ago was it that you were in that bed while he was in that chair?

How long was it that you realized you didn’t want to be anywhere he wasn’t?

It had taken Jiwoo a tremendous amount of effort to get you upstairs and to the room—despite protests from both her and Taehyung who insisted that you get your own rest in a more comfortable place such as their own plush beds. However, you told them you wanted the chair; you told them that you wanted to see him—that you needed to be there. With pity in their eyes, they obliged if only because, by now, they knew you could be unreasonably stubborn when you wanted to.

It was a painful fold, no matter how you situated yourself in the furniture, you couldn’t get comfortable. Everything felt swollen and injured, threatening to tear your skin at the seams and spill all your metaphorical stuffing to the floor. But you wanted to be there.

It should have been boring, honestly. Sitting there aching and in pain and just staring at him as he slept should have been the epitome of torture. But it wasn’t. There was something that stilled the panic inside of you just by watching him rest. Despite the way your fingers fiddled at your chest, you felt comfort in watching the rise and fall of his breaths. It didn’t help your nails from scratching at your skin as if you could reach through your own skin and rip out the device to blame for all of this. If you could have, you would have gone back in time and forced him back sooner. You wouldn’t have laid there on the asphalt like a tired heap of a human, you would have remembered about Jisung’s teleporter.

Maybe then this wouldn’t have been your fault.

But no what ifs and no time controlling could transfer this blame. Even the soft words from Jiwoo couldn’t erase the guilt settling in your gut. Nothing could stop the cacophony of sound from reverberating in your skull, bouncing through your brain until all you could hear was the endless repetition of “My fault. It’s my fault.”

Even when you screwed your eyes shut in the hopes that the loss of one sense would erase them all, it couldn’t stop the unbidden image of Namjoon falling as he screamed in pain. Nothing could uninstall that frame of mind you had when you thought that you were going to lose him forever. You were afraid like you hadn’t ever been.

You’d never had a need to be afraid for another person, because you’d never had any people you loved more than yourself.

You didn’t want to be in this world if Namjoon wasn’t; you didn’t want to imagine a life without him in it.

In that moment, your body went lax, a chuckle escaping you as the tears burst past the gaps in your eyelashes. You had to give up to move on. You had to give up because there wasn’t any way you could lie to yourself any longer.

You loved Kim Namjoon. More than you’ve ever loved anyone, more than you think you’d ever love anyone else.

He wouldn’t understand the sentiment, he wouldn’t reciprocate in the way you wanted him to, but it was better to have what you could than nothing at all, right? He cared for you, and that was enough—that had to be enough.

With a heavy sigh, you peeled open your eyes, tilting your head back to the spot where you knew Namjoon would be.

However, you didn’t expect to meet the intensity of his golden gaze in that exact moment. You didn’t expect him to be awake, one eyebrow raised at you as you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sight of an injured man coherent.

“What is so funny?” He murmured, his tone shifting the moment he caught the quick sight flash of a tear kamikaze-ing down your cheek. “Why are your eyes wet?”

You let out a bark of laughter, unable to help the sudden onslaught of fresh tears running wild. “It’s called crying, stupid.”

“But why?”

You loved him. You loved him so much.

Your eyes met his once more and you shook your head, your lips twisting into a sad version of a smile. “I don’t even know anymore.”

Letting your extremely unhelpful answer slide for the moment, his eyes flit across your features to linger heavily on the bruising evident from the blown out collar of your shirt—his piercing stare especially zeroed in on the blood seeping through the fresh bandages on your hands.

You could sense his hatred and anger without him ever uttering the words; you could taste it in the air as it soured on the back of your tongue. All he had to do was look at you for you to know what he was thinking.

Was it the same for him?

You rested your chin in the palm of your hand in an attempt to hide some of the damage from his probing stare. “I’m fine, honestly. You…” you took in a sharp breath. “You almost weren’t.”

He sunk his head back into the pillow underneath him, however his gaze never wavered from you. “Humans are more fragile than I will ever be—you were also almost not fine.”

“Perhaps. But at least I didn’t have artery exposure to a substance I’m deathly allergic to.” You murmured, raising one eyebrow back at him.

He pursed his lips at you, an ever present crease gathering between his brows. “Touché.”

There was a brief moment where it was just the two of you, meeting each other’s stare. Naturally, you had to be the one to look away first, finding solace in the way your hand curled around the fabric of your jeans. It was easier than trying to decipher what that glimmer in his gaze meant.

However, this time he was the one to break the silence first. “I’m sorry that I did not tell you what we were going out to do.”

You shrugged. “I want to say its fine, that I am overly emotional about a lot of things for no reason. But it’s not.”

He nodded. “It is not my intention to exclude you from these happenstances; however I value your life over your temporary satisfaction.”

“Will this be a long-term issue?”

“I hope to clear this mess as quickly as possible, as Jisung has decided to make himself far more annoying than initially planned.”

You bit your lip, your fingers kneading into the sore flesh of your thigh through the fabric. “It’s my fault, isn’t it? All of this. You wouldn’t be in this position if it weren’t for me.”

“Y/N, while it is true I may not have been a clan leader if it weren’t for your existence, I would still find myself in a similar predicament. We want to protect our mates.”

“You were born to be a clan leader.”

His eyes sparked with something you couldn’t yet name and you didn’t dwell on it for fear of your thoughts leaking into his. “I appreciate the compliment. I would appreciate it even more if you quit blaming yourself for the results of Jisung’s confrontation. This is not your fault—my injury is not your fault.”

“The tracking device is in me, it is my fault.”

He let out a long-winded sigh. “Is that what this is about? Something that the humans did to you? Do you now blame yourself for their faults as well? What they do to me, what they have done to you, is also not your fault.”

“But—“

“Y/N.” He slowly extended one hand out towards your chair, his fingers long and inviting—they looked like they might be real nice to lace through yours. “Come here.”

You didn’t move despite the fact that there was a tantalizing offer on the table, instead, you swallowed and forced yourself to face him with all of your mouse bravery. “I thought I was going to lose you from this. I thought that this was it, that I wasn’t going to see you alive anymore because of this stupid device. I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if…if…if…”

“If I died?” That damn eyebrow of his was at it again, incredulously raised just to mock you.

You gulped despite the fact that your mouth was dry. “Yes.”

His eyes were warm, warm in the same way that protected you years ago, warm in the way that engulfed you while attacking Jisung, warm in the way that only Kim Namjoon could be. “I won’t be going anywhere anytime soon; death is improbable because I have you.”

You felt your face heat up like a kettle on the stove, slowly seeping up your neck until the tips of your ears were burning. You really didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you embarrassed, but his words hit too suddenly for you to recover quickly.

“Besides, we now have matching scars.” He gestured to his bandaged and immobile shoulder before going back to offering you that extended hand.

Like the shittiest matching couple’s outfits.

“I would equate it more to couple’s tattoos—I saw those in one of those mating movies.”

You shook your head, too tired to correct his entire being in the moment. “That’s a curse, not a sign of affection—don’t you know those always end horribly?”

He rolled his eyes. “Y/N, will you just take my hand?”

“You need to sleep.” You whispered, despite the fact that your fingers were already reaching out to brush across his.

It took little to no effort for him to snap his hand around yours, ripping you from the sheltered safety of the chair and into his side as if that was the place you belonged. However, you could see a sheen of sweat break out across his skin from the effort exerted to move you like a ragdoll.

“You’re going to hurt yourself further! You’re still healing!” You snapped, though it had no bite with the heat emanating from your tomato cheeks at the close proximity to his face. You were absolutely, 100% sure that he could feel the way your heart jack-hammered against your sternum.

“Well you weren’t making it easy, so I had to do something.” He mumbled like a kicked puppy, wrapping his good arm around your shoulders to keep you pinned to him. “Besides, you’re warm in the way I like. You are a natural healing agent.”

“Stop saying embarrassing stuff!”

“But I like the way it makes your face turn different shades of burnt.”

“You’re lucky I don’t want to hit you because you’re injured!”

But he only laughed, the sound vibrating through your bones. “I am, aren’t I?”

You buried your face into his good shoulder so he could no longer get the satisfaction of flustering you with his being. “Stop watching romance movies—you’re getting cheesy.”

“What’s cheese?”

You groaned, reaching up to cover his eyes with your hand. “Just go to sleep already, would you?”

~.~

“You’re going to have to feed if you’re going to have any hope of getting off of that bed.” Yoongi’s glare was unrelenting; his arms crossed and frown permanently creased into his features. However, it appeared that Namjoon was otherwise distracted, his attention solely focused on you and Seokjin as he assessed your injuries. “Yah! Are you even listening?”

“No.” Both you and Namjoon spoke at the same time, much to your scowl and his shit-eating grin.

“He’s too busy focused on the person who’s been able to walk around and move just fucking fine this past week while he’s still bed-ridden and glued to a mattress.” You grumbled under your breath, wincing as Seokjin slipped a needle under your skin.

“What are you doing?” Namjoon asked instead of answering either you or Yoongi’s retorts.

“I’m giving her something to help with the swelling.” Seokjin murmured. “However, perhaps you should take the advice of your colleague and your mate and focus on yourself in the meantime.” He hit a particularly sore spot, whispering apologies as you pressed your lips into a line to unsuccessfully disguise the grunt of pain.

“I want to know what it is. I want to know how to help her—I don’t want to rely on you for everything.”

Dead puppies dead puppies. Daisies. Dogs. You missed dogs. It’d been a long time since you’d seen a dog.

You focused your ADHD thoughts on literally anything but the fact that you were relying on Seokjin for far more than making you better—you were relying on him for a secret that, if Namjoon were to catch, the two of you would be screwed. Well, maybe not you, but boy would you be pissed if you couldn’t get this fucking thing out of you. And you kinda sorta liked Seokjin enough that you really didn’t want to see him without a head.

“That is a concern for later, Joon. You can’t learn when you’re getting a fever from lack of food.”

It was almost cute how Namjoon pouted at the rejection. It was kind of cute how he wanted to be the one to be by your side always if it wasn’t for the fact that you were a strong independent woman who---

Who were you kidding, it was hella cute. You felt like a romance novel heroine living up the dream with her hot vampiric mate.

Well, if it weren’t for the fact that you weren’t the least bit the heroine that anyone would write about.

“Besides, she’ll be fine. She’s surprisingly durable for a human.”

Namjoon scoffed. “You hadn’t seen her the first time.”

“I can imagine based on the state of the second time.”

“Hey.” You waved your hands in the air like an idiot, smacking Seokjin extra if only because you couldn’t do the same to Namjoon. “I’m still here guys.”

Seokjin only chuckled. “For now. Make another mistake and you might not be. You have to be more careful.”

“Yeah yeah.” You groaned, even though everyone in the room could fully tell that you had absolutely no intention of doing just that as long as Namjoon’s life was on the line. Well, Seokjin especially—what with the time for your plan coming quicker than either of you were properly prepared for.

“So are you going to feed or what?” Yoongi snapped, causing you to hide a burst of laughter behind your hand.

Namjoon glared at the elder. “If you carry me. I am not about to expose her to that.”

So you become a toddler when you are bed-ridden and can’t move.

“I heard that.” He snapped.

“You were meant to.” You chuckled, sticking out your tongue until Seokjin tested your reflexes by slapping his hand against your knee, causing you to let out a quick yelp that had everyone in the room laughing.

~.~

He was basking in the afterglow of his meal, and despite the fact that he probably just killed a human, you couldn’t help the smile on your face. He looked the healthiest he’d been in days; it was amazing what the required nutrients could do to a being.

“Shouldn’t you be scared?” He murmured as you wiped a rag down his face to clean up the blood splattered there. It wasn’t his, that much you knew.

“Probably.” You murmured, tilting his head to the side to gain access to his neck. Somehow he even managed to get it along his collar bones. There was a big part of you that knew you should have thought about the person behind the blood, the person whose fear made this vampire so healthy—the person who’s life had to end for his to continue. But, with no body and your worry otherwise focused on Namjoon’s healing, you felt more like a mother cleaning up a toddler who just shoved their face in chocolate cake. “But there are sacrifices for everything, aren’t there?”

“There are. But am I worth those human lives?”

You wanted to tell him yes, to say that he was far more important than any of those lives—but that was selfish of you and that was your heart talking over your mind. So instead, you remained silent and let the quiet in the air force you to choose your words carefully.

“Did you��did you kill them?”

“I did today.” He murmured, refusing to meet your gaze. “Does that upset you?”

You dried his face with the clean cloth, shrugging. “Not as much as it should. From what I understand, you’re a picky eater.” And it was the honest truth; you were surprisingly okay for it for someone who literally puked the last time she even thought about a dead body.

He snorted, his eyes glued somewhere towards the wall. “I don’t usually.” He whispered, almost as if he was afraid of your answer. “I don’t usually kill them—humans at least. Hunters are different, but the ones that are brought in from the enclaves I don’t like to destroy.”

“You have to keep them around as a food source. Right?”

He shook his head. “No. It’s not that. I just feel…they were left behind by their own people. They were sacrificed for their own kind—it’s not right to me to take what little they have left from them.”

“You pity them?”

“I suppose I do.”

You sat back on your heels, staring at the side of his face if only because he wouldn’t meet you head on. It was one of the rare occasions where it appeared that the most fearsome clan leader in all of the continent seemed afraid himself.

It was quiet, if only because you knew he had more to say—more to get off his chest. So you waited until he turned to face you, to ask you the question burning at the back of his throat.

“Do you hate me for it?”

“For killing?”

He nodded and you couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle. “I have never seen you like this before. What made you show this side of yourself to me?”

“You make me question my entire existence Y/N. I don’t know humans; I don’t understand how they think. I prefer your smile to your face when it lets loose water—“

“When I cry.” You murmured stupidly.

“When you cry, yes. I dread your fear more for your sake than my own. When I picked you up off the street so long ago and brought you back here, I thought I could handle it if you despised me. But now, I don’t think that I could.”

It took your breath away, how honest he was. He was always honest, albeit grumpy and sometimes irritating. But he could say these things to your face; he never hid his feelings from you—his thoughts and his worries. That was more than you could have said for yourself. How did you come to deserve someone like him when you were so….flawed?

“I don’t hate you for being what you are. I’m not afraid of you for killing.” You rolled your tongue along your teeth, trying to find the right words in the hodgepodge whirlwind running through your mind. “I mean, I don’t want to see you feed. I don’t want to watch you kill because I have the spine of a coward and I would probably be afraid in that moment. But of you? Never. Not anymore. Despite what you are, Kim Namjoon you are my…. My….”

“Mate?” He whispered, his eyes searching your face as if it had the answers to questions he had yet to ask.

You shook your head. “Despite what you are, Kim Namjoon, I am yours.”

You couldn’t say he was yours, you didn’t own him. He was the leader of a clan; he was the property of many peoples. He couldn’t give you all of himself like you could give to him. He couldn’t give you the love you wanted, but you could give him yours. It was the truth, a double edged sword that both healed and hurt you at the same time. But that was what it was like to love someone like Kim Namjoon.

And if that was the most you could have then you would run with it until the end of the world.

He cocked his head at you, still trying to decipher the meaning behind your stance. “You told me you were not property.”

You let your shoulders slump, a horrible groan ripping from your throat as you fought back the redness of your ears with every fiber of your being. “For the love of God, you are the densest fucking vampire ever.”

“I don’t understand.”

You snorted. “I know, but that’s okay for now. For now, you have to get better so you can get that pea brain of yours working properly.”

“Hey!”

You laughed, enjoying the way that your laughter enticed his own.

~.~

“Namjoon?” You murmured to the quiet of the room, carefully watching the even rise and falls of his chest. “You awake?”

It was a whisper, but you knew, if he were conscious, he would hear it. Recovery had been hard on him; it was a slow process that took time and effort. But, you felt that he was just now beginning to get to a place where you could be positive that he would be fine. You needed him to be fine before you did this. You needed him to be fine but immobile—because then he couldn’t stop you. This was prime timing for what you were about to do, for the crazy decision your idiot ass was about to make. You knew if you didn’t gun for it now, you would never get a chance like this again.

When he didn’t respond, you slowly, ever so slowly, shifted towards the edge of bed.

Carefully, watching his every waking breath and move, you peeled yourself from the bed without so much as a squeak from the loudest mattress springs on planet earth.

Padding to the door like a kid trying not to wake their mom after curfew, you gave him one last parting glance over your shoulder. “I’ll be back.” You nodded to him as if he could actually hear you--as if that could still the rapid thumping of your heart in your chest. You swore you could feel the beat in your throat.

It was a lie that you wanted to believe. You didn’t know if you’d be back, you didn’t know what was going to happen in the span of a few hours. Maybe you wouldn’t be, but you had to have hope if you wanted your feet to move out into that hallway.

With the door closed gingerly behind you, you took a moment to stare at the wood. It was imperative that you gained your resolve once more before continuing onward.

This was for him; this was to prevent incidents like this. You didn’t want to be to blame if they humans came again, you didn’t want to be the cause of his death. You were absolutely positive that you wouldn’t be able to handle it all a second time.

Seokjin was already standing outside the door, quietly waiting for you to meet his gaze. You could feel the heat of him by your side. Patient but ready.

You were thankful for him now more than ever.

Without a word, you nodded to him and the two of you set off outside.

~.~

You busied yourself by playing with the scalpel on the table next to you instead of focusing on the bright ring lights, on the metal table under your ass and the button up shirt you wore for easier access to your chest. You tried to not think about the fact that soon your organs would be exposed to the air in the shed--hat soon you would be either dead or better for it. But, well, that pretending was becoming increasingly harder to do.

“You did a real good job cleaning this place up, Jin.”

“I can taste your fear, Y/N. There’s no point in hiding it now.” He murmured, his back turned to you as he thoroughly scrubbed at his hands. “But thank you. I had to make sure it would be a proper place to do this.”

“You even fixed the floorboards—I didn’t figure you one for carpentry.”

He chuckled. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

“I suppose.” You could see yourself in the polished metal, how haggard your face was, how your expressions belittled your resolve. “If I really start to get afraid, you won’t kill me, right?” It was a horrible squeak that made you hate your rabbit tendencies all the more.

“I won’t. I have far more restraint at a mere human’s fear.” He chuckled. “Yours included.”

“That’s the first time that ‘mere human’ feels like a comforting phrase coming from a vampire.”

He shot you a glance over his shoulder, his eyebrows knitting together. “We don’t have to do this now, Y/N. We don’t have to do this at all. There are other options—other—“

“No.” You shook your head, setting the scalpel down as Seokjin grabbed a pair of latex gloves he had set by the sink. “We’ve come too far and done too much. We’re doing this.”

“Are you sure?”

“100%” You smiled, though it felt more grimace than smile. It seemed to work for Seokjin, if only because you bet he knew by know that you were stubborn and scared and jumped into things head-on without thinking. If you decided that this was what you were going to do, then he had no power to stop you.

He started towards you, towards the little table he’d procured for his medical supplies. His fingers ghosted over the anesthetic he chose—an oral one, since the last thing he needed was further fear attracting others to you. Needles were a hard pass in a compound full of vampires who could taste fear in the air.

He lifted the prepared cup, handing it over to you.

You, for your part, were surprisingly calm as you started down at the liquid—translucent red, like a punch or a fruity drink. It most definitely was not, but one could pretend.

“Don’t make this be the last time I see your face, okay?” Your voice was weak despite the smile in your statement. “And Namjoon…if he—“

“You’re coming back, Y/N.” Seokjin murmured. “I won’t let you die on this table.”

“I know.” You smiled, heaving out the deepest of sighs from your chest. “I think I just wanted to hear you say it.” You swallowed your own spit, raising your little plastic cup to the air. “Cheers.”

And then it was sliding down your throat, calm and cool and oh-so-fucking terrible tasting. It was like they tried to flavor it with cherry to make it easier but artificial cherry tasted like shit. You remembered when you were seven and your mom bought a bag of cherries from the grocery store to try. You remembered her laugh at your face as you realized the medicine you grew up on was a huge lie to the reality of the sweet fruit.

You didn’t know why you were remembering her now.

You wondered if she still thought of you. If you died, would she ever know?

“It’ll take a few minutes to sink in.” Seokjin murmured, his hands gently pushing you back onto the table. “So relax.”

“Okay.” You whispered more to yourself than to him, shaking off the bitter taste in the back of your throat. “Okay.”

It was silent for a moment. That one quick moment of peace. It was refreshing; it was the calm before a shitstorm large enough to tear you in two.

In the span of a few seconds, the table you were on was suddenly knocked over, sending you careening to the floor in a pile of limbs and confusion. In your out-of-body experience, you could hear Seokjin shouting something that you couldn’t make out. You had to squint to even see him past the sudden, blaring reality that you were on the ground.

Apparently, his shouting was directing you to “for the love of god move!” considering he was landing a punch on a freshly teleported Freckles.

It was horrible and gut-wrenching to know that the reason your head was fuzzy was the due to the anesthetic you could still feel coating your throat and that you had about five minutes before you would be gone to the world.

In the chaos and the crushing realization that you would be of zero help, you found that you couldn’t even make a noise.

“J-Jin!” Your voice was soft to your own disoriented ears as you struggled to your feet. “Jin!” It, unfortunately, wasn’t getting any louder with your increased effort.

“Get out of here, Y/N!”

You frowned, brow furrowed as you took one step, then two lurching ones towards the door—you had to get help. You had to do something for Seokjin, somehow—you had to get someone better than the ticking time bomb that was you.

However, your efforts were thwarted almost instantly by the arm that looped around your waist, yanking you back into the enemy vampire’s chest.

“Oh no you don’t.” Theulgiestvampireever hissed.

You thrashed as much as you could, but your body felt five times heavier than it should have and your attempts amounted to absolutely nothing.

With a forceful kick, Freckles knocked Seokjin backwards and to the ground, blood dripping down both of their foreheads. Seokjin looked up at you through the leaking injury running past his eye, his hand enclosing around your ankle in one last, desperate effort to save you.

“Y/N!”

You couldn’t see Freckles’ evil grin, or the look on his face or the way his leg lifted to deliver a final crushing blow. But you did hear his chuckle next to your ear; you did hear the snap of bone as his heel crashed down onto Seokjin’s hand. You didn’t miss the way Seokjin’s head snapped back dangerously when met by the force of Freckle’s knee.

You screamed even though no sound came out.

I’m sorry Namjoon. You thought before reality shifted around you, breaking you into that nauseating place between worlds. The moment, thankfully, only lasted a few long seconds before you were launched into a heap outside of the fencing of Namjoon’s compound.

You gasped for breath, trying to help yourself to your feet to no avail. Your body was now too heavy for you to move it of your own accord and, when you tilted your head to the night sky, you realized that you couldn’t even feel the asphalt digging into the skin of your palms.

The world blurred around you, despite every effort to keep it in focus.

“Now who’s pathetic?” You hated the sound of his voice, hated that it haunted your nightmares and made you fear for Namjoon’s life. He bent down to your form to pick you up as if you were empty, as if you were nothing more than a slightly weighted bag to sling over his shoulder.

“You ready to meet a god, Y/N?” Jisung chuckled.

You grasped for anything to keep you tethered to your surroundings, fists weakly hitting his back. But, it was useless. It was all so useless. Before you could stop it, you were tumbling into unconsciousness.

~.~

When you finally came to, you had a pounding headache and found that were suddenly unable to move at all.

Well, for one, it was hard to move when your body was still stiff from however long you were out cold. Secondly, it really didn’t help that your arms were twisted behind you and bound by zip ties so tight you felt them cutting off circulation. Your legs didn’t fare any better, considering they were each bound to the front legs of the hard, metal chair you found yourself on.

With a groan to the ceiling, you tilted your head to scan your surroundings and get a better grasp of the reality of the situation you were in. If it weren’t for the fact that your brain wasn’t fully awake, you probably would have split in half from the force of your fear.

The room you were in was dilapidated and fading, however, you came to the conclusion that it was once used for education. Desks were piled in a corner, a broken chalkboard littering the floor to your left with bits of crushed chalk and dust. However, the second you fully awoke, you found that you couldn’t get a good look at much else because your attention was immediately drawn to the table set up next to you. Sitting atop of it was a laptop screen, plugged in via extension cord and a surprisingly quiet generator. Jisung sat smugly next to the laptop, lips twisted in a grin that would put nightmare shadows to shame.

But you were too glued to the sight of Namjoon’s face in the video feed provided by the laptop to care about much else.

He was sitting upright in his bedroom. He must be at the vanity. You thought, stupidly.

He, for obvious reasons, was not as happy to see your face as you were to see his.

“Ah! See that Joonie? Looks like she’s coming to.” Jisung chuckled, hopping off of the desk to take slow, predatory strides towards you. You briefly wondered just how long he had been sitting there, watching you and babbling nonsense to Namjoon.

You were still too groggy to feel too much fear at the action. Rather, you met Namjoon’s gaze through the screen and grimaced.

“Shit.” Was the first, creative, intelligent, and breathtaking thing to come out of your mouth.

“Shit indeed.” Jisung laughed, like a fucking clown from a horror movie you once watched with your best friend back behind the walls of the human world. Before you could react, Jisung’s hand was in your hair, yanking your head back to expose your throat to the coolness of the room.

“Let go of her.” Namjoon growled; the sound was low and scary even to your half-conscious brain. You could see the muscles in his arm flex, his lip curled in a snarl. It would have been attractive were you not in a predicament that had you wanting to shit your pants.

Jisung inhaled, and, even from your awkward angle, you could see the way his eyes glinted with a fresh feed. “Her fear is so fucking good.”

You quickly gathered that this was all just a pissing contest, a power move to bring Namjoon down. All you would ever be was a pawn, a toy to lure him out. Granted, you, on your own weren’t worth much, but it still sickened you to know that it was about all you would be good for. Vampire or human, it didn’t matter. They just wanted you to kill him—and by gods if you were just going to let it happen.

“Let’s play that game we talked about while she was sleeping, okay Joonie?” The nickname sounded absolutely disgusting coming from Jisung’s mouth. If you could, you would have slapped him yourself (and probably instantly regretted it, but you were always more of a do now think later kind of girl).

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

“What game?” You whispered, your breath hitching as Jisung let go of you far too violently for your own taste, travelling somewhere just behind you. You hated how his eyes glowed from your fear once more, your body shivering at the sudden awareness of the temperature of the room around you. “Namjoon—what game?” You looked to him for guidance, but his eyes were cold and rimmed with dark circles. How long was he sitting there, watching you sleep through a screen? “Why are you making him watch this?” You whispered.

Jisung, however, did not have the care for his volume as you did for yours. “Because, dear Y/N, there is no point in torture if it doesn’t rile him up. Pictures would have sufficed but, I am a reaction man. I gotta see his face as it happens, live.” By the time he was finished, the last word were hissed into the shell of your ear. Brought with the enemy vampire, was a blade so big it could have covered your whole face. Jisung twisted it, his gaze never leaving Namjoon’s.

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beyondconfessor · 4 years ago

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Principal Decisions [13/24]

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lilith/Zelda Spellman

Summary: “Not even a thank you?” Lilith asked before tutting. “Didn’t your mother teach you manners?”

N.B.: Also posted on AO3. This is pure fantasy, please suspend your disbelief.

Zelda glared at the nurse. It was in the small hours of the morning, and the young girl, barely out of training, was shivering under her stare, voice shaking as she advised, once again, “a doctor needs to sign you off before we can discharge you.”

“Ridiculous, go and get one then.”

“He’ll be around later,” she said.

Zelda huffed, and the girl, apparently seeing that as an opportune moment, decided to exit the room. Apparently considering her ops for the shift completed.

Honestly, after a bad night’s sleep, the last thing she wanted was to be dealing with the fact that she would need to cancel today’s class––and if things continued in such a way, she might have to cancel tomorrows as well, because apparently, she was entirely reliant on some fucking doctor who hadn’t bothered to check on her since yesterday, to provide permission for her to leave.

There’d also been the whispers of a repeat MRI and CT scan, which was the very last thing she needed. It’d been a very small bleed with a minimal fracture and was likely to be absolutely fine. There was no reason to make such a fuss. After all, she was a grown, fucking woman. She should leave. Get up and leave.

It wasn’t like Lilith had any real power over her. She could just put her shoes on (given that she was dressed in a new set of clothes provided by Hilda) call a cab and take her back home where she’d find her emergency credit card and pay it that way.

And yet she didn’t. She sat on the chair next to the hospital bed, dressed, hair combed, make-up done and waited.

There was a knock on the doorframe then, and then Lilith was entering the room, her handbag in tow.

Zelda stood up, smoothing down her skirt and reached out to take the bag.

“Not even a thank you?” Lilith asked before tutting. “Didn’t your mother teach you manners?”

“Thank you,” Zelda said tightly and reached for the bag, only for it to be pulled out of reach. Well, she was hardly going to chase for it.

Crossing her arms, Zelda glared at her, waiting for Lilith’s grin to falter. It didn’t, and instead, Zelda was left to step back and look away, hating how the very sight of Lilith was making her heart beat fast in her chest.

“What do you want, Lilith?”

“Oh, a great many things,” she said, before stepping forward. “How about a proper thank you for finding your bag and bringing it to you.”

“If you had brought it with you in the first place, we wouldn’t be here.”

“I’m going to ignore your bad attitude because you’ve suffered a concussion, but I would be more thankful if I were you. I didn’t have to bring it, I could have waited for you to come out of the hospital and claim it yourself.”

Zelda scoffed. “You are insufferable.”

“And you adore it. Now…” she paused and her bright blue eyes looked at Zelda with wide-eyed innocent, patiently waiting for her.

“Thank you, Lilith. I most appreciate the effort you went to,” she advised flatly, seething at the woman.

“Not at all, happy to do it for my favourite client,” she said, handing the bag over to her.

Zelda snatched it with a roll of her eyes, trying to ignore the growing flutter in her chest as she opened it up. Her phone was there, thankfully. There were a few missed calls but nothing to worry about.

Lilith hovered and Zelda’s eyes flicked up to hers. The woman’s face was no longer mischievous, only curious as she seemed to study the cut on Zelda’s forehead.

Earlier, she’d looked at in the mirror and had been horrified to note how terrible the bruising was. Her face looked positively gaunt, and even the make-up Hilda had brought wasn’t enough to cover how unwell she felt, but it was certainly a mark-up from how she’d been.

“Did the doctors say if you can leave?” Lilith asked.

“No,” she sighed. “And the nurses are saying I might have to get another CT or MRI scan completed, which I don’t see the point in.”

“You were unconscious for the entire hospital ride. And were barely coming in and out when you arrived. I would say there’s significant reason to warrant another test.” She frowned, stepping forward then and Zelda bit back the urge to shrink away.

“I’m fine. I’ll speak to the doctor and get…” she felt woozy all of a sudden and then Lilith’s hands were on her shoulders, pushing her back onto the chair to sit down, concern awash as she looked over Zelda. “I’m fine,” she assured.

“Have you asked for the day off from work?”

“Today only,” she said. “Faustus insisted.”

“Blackwood?” Lilith enquired. “Is he your boss?”

Zelda felt nausea roll in her stomach as she looked at Lilith, and wasn’t sure if it was because Lilith knew Faustus or because she had a concussion. “Please don’t tell me he was a client of yours.”

“He was not, but he was…” Lilith sighed, “We used to run in the same circles a few years back. It’s a long story, but no, he and I were adversaries, nothing more.”

Zelda smiled, feeling the relief rush through her. It was an interesting piece of information nonetheless, but if she were to advise of knowing Lilith, it would likely say more about herself than anything else. It’d be difficult to feign only a professional relationship for Sabrina’s wellbeing if she knew such tantalising secrets about Faustus.

“I’m going to get a nurse.”

“I’m fine,” Zelda said, pushing Lilith’s hand away as she looked away. “It’s just a minor blood pressure problem. Nothing a glass of water won’t fix.”

Lilith gave a disapproving look but reached over to where the jug of water sat and poured her a glass despite her disbelief. Zelda took it, took one sip and then held it in her hands, feeling the embarrassment wash over. She wasn’t a child that needed to be taken care of. She was a grown woman who had a hundred things she needed to do before tomorrow and was already behind on the every growing list of things.

“I’m not going to spurt medical advice, because you clearly won’t listen.”

Zelda huffed. “I know myself.”

“Quite. Well, what I will say is that sometimes taking a break will allow you the ability to get ahead in the work you’re falling behind on. You’ll only break yourself if you keep pushing.”

“I’m not a child,” she said lifting her eyes to glare at the woman. She didn’t care how dark Lilith stared back, she was pushing well over the lines of their relationship. “And you’re not my mother.”

“Stop acting like a child then.”

Zelda stared at the woman, feeling an anger burn but Lilith stepped forward and suddenly Zelda felt very small under the woman’s eyes, and she didn’t like it one bit. Never had anyone’s presence so much as made her tremble since she was a little girl.

She met the stare and glared back. “You’re not my partner,” she advised sharply. “You’re someone’s services I request at the best of times, and my niece’s principal, otherwise. Do not overstep that.”

Lilith’s expression fractured then, and she stepped back. All at once, Zelda realised the mistake she made in her words, and yet she couldn’t find the ability to take it back.

“As you prefer,” Lilith said with a nod of her head. “Well, since you’re all fine here, I suppose I’ll head off to comply with my…principal duties.” And then Lilith had turned on her heel and left, and Zelda was left sitting in the room, feeling the words churn in her stomach.

She hadn’t meant to snap, but Lilith had been pushing further than she should. Honestly, she was not mentally unwell. She was exhausted, yes, overworked, of course, but she was hardly depressed and in need of some shoulder to cry on––despite what the dominatrix may think.

No. What she needed was something else. Perhaps this would be a good break from Lilith. A time to self0reflect and draw away before her feelings became any more tangled.

As it was, the doctor requested another MRI, and then, when that had come back showing that the bleed had stopped, she was permitted to go home, only if someone were to pick her up.

At least now she had her phone and was able to have Hilda arrange to pick her up as discharge papers were supplied to her, with a request to obtain another MRI and CT scan within a week and follow-up with her GP. As well as some standard lines about avoiding cigarettes and alcohol for a while.

“Though perhaps this is an opportunity for you to quit smoking,” the nurse advised. “If you were a non-smoker then you would have been less prone to bleeding from the hit.”

Zelda scoffed, snatching the papers from the nurse and leaving with Hilda. Her sister took to acting like a mother hen, helping her into the car and out of it and despite her snapping that she was hardly an invalid, her sister continued to help her all the way to the parlour where she sat her on the couch with a blanket and went off to make her tea, having apparently already made her soup.

If there was one thing she couldn’t resist, it was her sister’s cooking. It gave her time to contemplate Lilith and her relationship quietly and realised that she’d indulged too long in the service. No matter what…relief she may find from it, it was clear that their emotions were becoming too blurred.

It was time to cease seeing her. She didn’t need to see the woman again, and hardly needed to advise as such. She would avoid booking in anything further.

It seemed simple enough as she managed a headache, increased with light sensitivity. Even still when she returned to her position in the school the following day and managed whispered conversations in the halls as she slowly walked from her office to her lecture hall and then back.

The headaches were awful, and daylight, her computer’s screen and the stress of her work agitated it, but she preferred it to the insistent ache that previously drew under her skin.

At least while she was recovering, it seemed that her sex drive had all but disappeared entirely, leaving her at peace during the night.

And it seemed as she focused on her work, weeks passed and Shirley returned, resuming her class without so much as a thank you. All she received was a brief email requesting the most recent assignments to be sent back to her––Zelda had already marked them, but complied, relieved to wash her hands from the stress of that particular workload.

But even as she returned to how things were, she was as reliant on Prudence as she’d been beforehand. It seemed that her newfound headaches were some post-concussive effect, even though there was nothing medically wrong with her brain, Zelda’s doctor suggested that perhaps it was a good opportunity to take a break.

Christmas was coming up, the session was ending, she could extend her leave instead of taking on the winter subjects.

At the very least it would give her an opportunity to spend with her family. Zelda complied, placing in her leave to Faustus who complied with a grimace, knowing that he had no say in it otherwise, and Zelda found herself in December watching as Ambrose and Sabrina decorated the Christmas tree.

Hilda and Sabrina had picked it from the Putnam’s, and Harvey had dropped it off, providing a much-needed brightness to the room, especially with the fire.

Although Zelda continued to take it easy––at the instance of Hilda who continued to mother her despite Zelda’s attempts to ward her off––it was nice to sit on the couch, hot cocoa in hand and watch at Sabrina tossed tinsel at Ambrose.

It reminded her of when both of them had been young, and they would decorate the tree together. It’d been far too many years since she’d born witness to the crafting of the Christmas tree, usually working late in the office, so to sit here and watch it brought both nostalgia and the awareness that she’d missed out on a lot.

“Cuz!” Ambrose said, carefully holding an ornament from years long forgotten. “I remember when you made this.”

Sabrina paused, looking at the ceramic ornament. Zelda recalled it too, Sabrina had been barely three years old and had squished the pattern into what she’d assured Zelda was an angel but turned into more of a blob with arms than anything else.

Sabrina frowned at it, turning it around in her hands. “We don’t need to keep this any more,” she said.

“We certainly do,” Zelda said, standing up and taking it from her hands before Sabrina could whisk it away. “This was the first decoration you made. We’re keeping it.”

“Do you have any of Ambrose’s?”

Zelda hummed, looking through the Christmas box, “I don’t think so. Hilda used to do all sorts of crafts with him, but a lot of that was left in England when they came over,” she said, glancing up at her nephew, “and I suspect that the things that were brought had been disappeared away.”

Ambrose flushed, giving a short laugh before shrugging. “Things change,” he said.

Zelda’s eyes narrowed, but she smiled, not pushing it. “So they say,” she said. Taking the decoration gently in grip, she set it up high on the tree, looping it so it was unlikely to fall. “Now, what are we choosing for the top of the tree this year?”

“Last year was the star,” Ambrose said. “And that ended up falling off half a dozen times.”

“We could go with the angel,” Sabrina said, digging it out from the box. The angel was still in its glory, carefully looked after, blowing on a trumpet. It was an old heirloom, but one Zelda wouldn’t mind if it were to disappear. She took it from Sabrina’s hand and turned it around, feeling memories of her childhood fade as she placed it up on the top of the tree.

So be it, new memories. She stood back, admiring the tree. Neither Ambrose nor Sabrina were particularly gifted in decorating anyway, but Zelda was not so needy to require the tree to look like it came out of some hallmark movie.

“Well, with that in order, shall we pack up the boxes and help your Aunt Hilda finish baking for your teachers?”

Sabrina’s school term still had another two weeks remaining until they broke for Christmas, of which there was to be a final football event that she’d agreed to attend. Zelda wasn't sure if it was an important match or not, and had trouble enough trying to keep up with how sports were ranked in any regards, but Sabrina was attending and she would follow.

She hadn’t heard about Theo in some time, however, and as much as she wished to assume that it was due to him settling in the football position, Zelda suspected that he ended up quitting in the end.

It was frustrating, and it burned Zelda more than she wished it did, but in the end, the boys would only torment him further and it would be unfair to put Theo through that.

The day was enjoyable, however. Zelda’s headaches had begun to ease without the stress of work, and she and Sabrina had thankfully ceased arguing for once. Seeing how Sabrina had taken to earning her own income, using the money to go out on dates with Harvey and her friends, Zelda relinquished her ban and agreed to continue paying her her pocket money.

She had expected that it might leave Sabrina to depart from the bookstore, but instead, her niece took to it, seeming to enjoy the work, and given that Hilda had nothing bad to say, Zelda found herself…oddly relieved.

Perhaps she’d made the right decision, and in turn, perhaps she wasn’t a failing guardian to Sabrina.

In the kitchen, they baked gingerbread cookies. Then Ambrose and Sabrina iced them all as Hilda began the preparations for dinner, leaving Zelda to sip at her whiskey and feel a sense of contentment with her family.

She’d missed them. Truly missed them. The past week especially had made her all the more aware of what she’d missed.

“Oh,” Sabrina said, “Um, Aunt Zee? Roz’s family invited me to go skiing with them for the holidays.”

“How soon?” Zelda asked.

“Christmas Eve until January Third?”

Zelda bit back an ache. “So you won’t be here for Christmas or New Years?”

“Well, no, but that’s fine. You’ll have Ambrose and Aunt Hilda.”

Ambrose gave a small noise. “Actually, Luke and I…are planning to celebrate New Years with a couple of friends.”

“Doctor Cee’s hosting a New Years party, you could come and share that with me, Zelds.”

“I’ll pass,” she said, feeling the ache grow in her chest. The last thing she wanted was an overcrowded party with teenagers trying to sneak alcohol. She had enough of that at the University. No, she would stay home, watching the fireworks on the television if need-be and then go to bed. It was hardly a big deal.

“I can cancel,” Sabrina advised softly.

“Do not even think of doing such a thing. Skiing sounds wonderful for you. As I understand it’s a yearly trip for the Walkers.”

Sabrina nodded, a small smile on her lips and Zelda couldn’t help but remember when she’d been so little and had seen the snow for the first time. Zelda remembered making snowmen with Hilda and showing Sabrina how to punt snowballs at Ambrose.

And now her niece was off adventuring with her friends. It’s what she wanted for her.

“I’ll be fine,” she assured.

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#zelda spellman #lilith #madam spellman #zelith #caos fanfic

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multiharlot · 5 years ago

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home (TLTL2) / s. reid

summary: spencer is more than determined to win back the heart of his last lover. even if it means being a little unethical.

warnings: i dunno? i don’t think so? okay, who’re we kidding. violence. cursing. also mentions of blood.

part 1

masterlist

spencer’s pov

“i mean, what does she even see in a guy like that?” i scoff, gulping down my last bit of coffee.

“i mean, he does look like he belongs in a calendar.” jj says, staring dreamily at the buff sheriff.

“you’re married.” i deadpan, and she laughs softly.

“yes, spencer. i know. thank you for reminding me.” she smiles sarcastically.

i watch closely as he throws his head back in laughter as something the deputy said.

“there’s something off about him. he’s too...calm.” i glare, and jj lets out another sigh.

“spence, the only thing off about him is that he’s sleeping with the woman you’re still in love with. and i love you, i do, but if you do anything to mess this up for her, i will personally be...very angry at you.”

“what a threat.” i scoff, and she hits my shoulder lightly.

“i’m serious. she’s finally happy and back on her feet. don’t mess that up for her because you can’t handle the idea of somebody else finally doing what you couldn’t.” jj scolds, picking up her now empty cup of coffee and walking off.

i’ll figure you out, daniel.

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y/n’s pov

“bye park! have fun with the overnights.” i smile, patting the doctors shoulder softly.

“oh you know i will.” he glares playfully, making me laugh.

“have a good night.”

“you too, y/n.” he smiles, waving goodbye as i walk out of the ER doors.

while humming a small tune, i fumble through my purse, searching for my keys. my eyebrows furrow as i realize they’re missing from my bag.

“did i-”

“looking for these?”

my head snaps up and i see daniel, leaning against my car door with my keys in between his fingers. i hold my hand to my chest as a gasp escapes my lips.

“jeez. you scared me.” i laugh, walking forward and wrapping my arms around his torso.

“sorry.” he smiles, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

“what’re you doing here?” i ask, pulling away from him.

“i’m taking you home, come on.”

“in your car?” i ask, questionably glancing at the patrol car parked behind mine.

“yeah.” he nods.

“baby i can’t just leave my car here.”

“except you can. just...come on.” he urgers, grabbing my bicep tightly.

“ummm...ow. daniel, let go. i’ll just follow you and meet you at your house.”

“there’s no time for that. i have a special night plannes and i just...need you to trust me.” he pushes, and i pull my arm from his hold.

“daniel. no. i’ll drive home first. plus, i want to change i-”

suddenly, he lifts me off the ground, his hand over my mouth. my things fall across the floor and i attempt to wiggle myself out of his hold, screaming as loudly as i could. but the sounds were muffled by his large hand. my head hits the top of the door and i’m immediately knocked cold. the last thing that registered through my mind was the sound of the seatbelt clicking and his engine revving.

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spencer’s pov

“she’s gone” daniel breathes out and he runs into the station in a panic.

“who’s gone?” hotch questions, walking towards daniel who was currently in hysterics.

“y/n...she’s gone. i went to the hospital to bring her her spare keys and her stuff was all over the ground and her car is still there. oh god...” daniel groans, gripping tightly at his hair.

“hey, we’re gonna find her. don’t worry.” his deputy says, immediately coming to his side.

“we need all units out on patrol to keep an eye out for y/n. she’s been taken from the er parking lot.” the deputy says into his radio, the feedback pouring in almost immediately.

“you’re never going to find her.” daniel breathes out, throwing his hands down to his sides in frustration.

my eyebrows furrow and i look over at jj, who seemed to notice the same thing i did.

“we’ll find her, man. she was our friend once too.” morgan says, patting his back.

“let’s head to the emergency room and check the security-”

“they don’t work. they stopped working about 5 months ago.” daniel sighs, running his hands over his face.

“we’re going to find her, daniel. if it’s the last thing we do.” i say, staring him right in the eye.

his right eye twitches for a moment, but he takes a deep breath, nodding his head.

“i left everything the way it was when i found it. you guys go look...i need to go home for a minute. i...i just need a minute.” he mumbles, walking out of the station.

hotch turns to jj, blake, and i and before he even lets out a word and i speak out.

“he’s hiding something. he targeted us specifically when he said we were never going to find her. and on top of that, who wants to go home and rest when they’re girlfriend has just been kidnapped?” i say, everyone pauses for a moment, but by my surprise, hotch nods in agreement.

“you, jj, and morgan follow where he’s going. have garcia track his patrol unit. blake, rossi and i will head to the hospital.” hotch nods, and we all nod our heads ready to take off before hotch grabs my arm.

“spencer if you need to step away from this case then i understand-”

“hotch...i’m fine. i just want to save her. give me that chance.”

the three of us parked across the street from daniel’s home. as he walked in, morgan’s phone rings out.

“whatcha got for me babygirl?”

“so, turns out, those hospital cameras don’t actually work, but they didn’t stop working 5 months ago like the sheriff originally explained. their transmission feed was cut off about an hour before y/n was scheduled to get off of work. so i logged into the daniel’s patrol unit’s gps systems, and guess where he was right as the camera’s were shut off?”

“the hospital.” i finish, morgan and jj looking between us and back towards daniel’s house.

“alright, thanks mama.” derek sighs.

“you guys bring her back, alright? and you tell her she still owes me a coffee.” garcia says, her frown audible in her tone.

“over my dead body.” i mutter, as garcia hangs up the phone.

as we’re watching the house, i squint my eyes towards his car, pointing my finger out.

“guys is that...is that a dent above the passenger door?” i squint.

morgan and jj leans forward, nodding their heads.

“i- i think it’s a dent.” i say, unbuckling my seatbelt.

“spence don’t-”

“it’s fine. just...go to the door and tell him that you want to ask him some questions about y/n and keep him occupied.” i say.

they sigh, getting out of the car and walking with me to the door. i squat down behind his car and don’t get up until i hear the front door shut. i stand, walking over the passenger door where i look over the door. and lo and behold, there was a dent with fresh blood still on it. my breath catches in my throat as i send out a text to hotch and morgan.

there’s blood on his passenger door. it’s him.

i wait a moment before i hear crashing from inside the house. daniel runs out the front door and morgan tackles him onto the lawn.

“are you guys fucking serious!? my own girlfriend!? this is because of that fucking popsicle stick isn’t it? he couldn’t possibly stand the sight of her with somebody else, so he’s trying to pin this on me!” he shouts, trying to wriggle his way out of morgan’s hold.

“we found blood on your car, dude.” morgan scoffs, ushering him into the car.

hotch pulls up beside us, handing me a small plastic baggie with a cotton swab inside of it. i swipe the blood with the swab and stick it into the bag, handing it back to hotch.

“...what if it’s hers?” i ask after a small moment of silence.

“if it’s hers, then we do our jobs, and we find her.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

the interrogation was going nowhere, and the entire station was less than cooperative with us after we had brought in their own sheriff, that was, until the test results came back from the lab.

“the blood was hers.” hotch confirms, making daniel’s deputy stare up at us with wide eyes.

“w-what? no. that’s...he’s being framed.” he says, shaking his head.

“deputy rivera, i understand the personal conflict with this case, but all the evidence is pointing to him. he’s been the one to find all the past victims bodies. he specifically requested for us to come and assist with this case, despite acting as though he had no idea we were the team coming in. and more than anything, he fits the profile.” hotch explains, and rivera lets a short breath fall from his lips.

“but...his own girlfriend?”

“we think that was used to taunt me. y/n and i...y/n and this whole team have a history. so we believe that he took her in order to taunt us as though he was smarter than us. one step ahead.” i say, and rivera’s eyebrows shoot up.

“oh my god...you’re the genius ex-boyfriend. aren’t you?”

i pause for moment, before nodding my head. rivera’s eyebrows furrow before he scoffs.

“oh my god...it’s him. it’s you.”

“me?”

“yes. well no. i- daniel hates you. and i mean...hates you. y/n used to talk about you a lot. well, she referenced you. i don’t think she did it on purpose or maliciously, but it used to make daniel so angry. and once she told him what had happened between you two-”

“when did he tell her?” blake asks, and rivera shrugs.

“i dunno, probably about...a month or two ago.”

we all exchange looks, probably all thinking the same thing.

“that was the trigger. he needed to channel his anger into something, so he started killing people who resembled you or maeve in some manner. wether that was intellect or looks. and now, he feels the need to prove himself. prove that he’s better than you...” rossi explains, turning back to the board.

“wait so...you think he did all of this for her?” rivera asks, still trying to get a grip on his new reality.

“yes. and if we’re ever going to find y/n, we need your help.”

rivera nods his head, and i pace back and forth.

“did daniel every have anywhere where he could go, other than his home? was there some place he frequented? it’s a small town, there can’t be many places to go.” i say, laying the map flat against the table.

“not that i know of. he usually spent all of his time at home, at y/n’s place, or at the rec center.”

“rec center? what was he doing there?” i ask, marking down the locations he had just named off.

“outreach programs” he answers quickly, and i nod my head.

morgan quickly pulls out his phone, undoubtedly dialing garcia’s number.

“give me somethin to do that ain’t you, sugar.”

“i need you to check through the list of kids who participate in the outreach programs at the rec center and see if their parents own any plots of land or empty buildings.” morgan says, and i hear the clicking from her keyboard through the phone.

“okay...well, it looks like...oh.”

“oh what?” hotch asks, leaning into the phone.

“it looks like daniel had made a...generous donation to a family about three months ago-”

“yeah. to the jackson’s. they owned a canning facility down by the wharf. they’re one of the founding families of the town, so when the recession hit, we all helped gather the funds to keep them afloat for the next few months. daniel was the one to give it to them. but after their son died, they decided to skip town and start fresh somewhere else.” rivera explains.

“garcia we need the address for that warehouse.”

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y/n’s pov

it was cold and it smelled wet. this cold metal chair was extremely uncomfortable and the rope was burning against my wrists. i groaned as i began to come to my sense, my vision flooding in little by little. i struggled against the restraints, but i couldn’t seem to pull myself out. my head still throbbing and the tears began to cascade down my face.

“daniel?” i croak out, but nothing came in return.

i shouted out for someone. anyone. bu no one came. a sob escaped my lips as i continued to try and pull myself out of the rope’s hold. so many thoughts ran through my head, but only one was prevalent at the front of my mind. i wanted spencer.

“spencer...please find me.” i whimpered, as i struggled, the twine breaking into my skin.

blood began to stain the rope as i pulled harder and harder. my wrists began to bleed heavier and that’s when i heard the sirens.

“y/n!?”

“spencer!” i shouted as i pulled harder at the rope around my wrists.

the door is kicked open and spencer runs in, morgan standing by the door, guns drawn. spencer fall to his knees in front of me.

“spencer.” i sobbed as he pulled his knife out, cutting away at the thick rope.

“you’re okay, baby. you’re okay. i got you.” he whispers.

he cuts through the last restraint around my ankles and i throw my arms around his neck. he lets out a sigh of relief as he wraps his arms around my waist.

“i love you. i love you so much, i never should have left. i’m so sorry.” i cried into his shoulder.

he rubs my back softly as he calms his rapid breathing.

“no, i’m sorry. i was too caught up in maeve and myself to focus on you. i’m so in love with you. if i had just gotten over it like i was supposed to, this would’ve never happened.” he sighs, pulling away and wiping the tears from my face.

we stood there, looking at each other for just a moment before he places his lips on mine. the familiar bunch of butterflies erupting in my stomach as he held on tightly to my face. we pulled away, and he chuckles awkwardly. i lean my head, smiling over at dererk.

“hey derek.” i smile.

“hey mama. come on, let’s get you checked out.” derek smiles softly.

i nod, and spencer wraps his arm around my waist, walking me out. i sat on the gurney as the paramedics disinfected and wrapped my wrists cautiously. eventually, we make our way back to the station, where i stood awkwardly as i gave the team my statement.

“so...what happens now?” i ask, looking between the group of fairly tall individuals.

“well, i believe you own garcia a coffee date. so we’re going to have to bring you back home with us.” spencer smiles softly, looking down at me with hopeful eyes as he intertwines my hand in his.

“home...yeah. home.”

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