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iwadori · 4 years ago

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Hiiii!!!! can you do like when you guys are supposed to meet up and they waited for about an hour or so and kept texting you you but you haven't replied so they thought you ditched them and got mad at you and stuff then they decided to go home and while on their way home not too far from their school they found you unconscious body with a large wound on you back and your head bleeding?.

can you pleaseease do tsukishima, yamaguchi, ushijima, bokuto (I'm sorry if that's a lot)

Haikyu Boys when you get hurt Pt 2 (Ushijima,Bokuto

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 2.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

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Ushijima

You were having the worst week this week, from battling a cold and your boss making you do all sorts of extra jobs (that were definitely not under your job description.) As easter was swiftly approaching you and Ushijima had your annual plans of going to the local kids community center and helping them with an easter egg hunt. But you don’t think you can manage it this year.

Ushijima gets home from practice with 4 bags just filled with easter eggs ranging from all different sizes, “woah there Toshi, you’ve got enough there too feed all of england” you laugh

“I don’t think these eggs will be able to sustain England Y/N” he says seriously making you laugh even harder. As you were laughing, you felt another migraine come along making your cringe in pain. “Toshi, I don’t think I can do the easter egg hunt this year?”

He sits down next to you alarmed that something is wrong, “why what happened Y/N” he asks

“I’ve been feeling terrible all week, and I even have a migraine right now” you say to him thinking he would understand.

“That’s it?” he questions thinking what you said was a joke “I think you can handle a migraine, remember we’re doing this for the kids”

His words were making you feel slightly guilty since maybe you were being over dramatic. “Y/N if it’s really ‘that bad’, i’ll make you some tea so you can feel better,” he says going into the kitchen to start on your tea. You murmur a quiet “thank you” and you end up falling asleep, hoping that by the time you wake up your head stops pounding.

As you wake up, you realise you slept all the way through the night and over to the next day as when you look at your clock it says 12:32 pm. You look at your nightstand and saw that Ushijima wrote you a note saying:

Y/N I've left out early to set out the easter egg hunt, I’ve made you breakfast so eat up and get prepared for the event which starts at 4pm. Please don’t forget.

Sincerely – Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You chuckle at the fondness of the note, before realising your pain. Your brain felt like it was having a live concert inside that definitely was not going to end soon but you still got up prepared for the day. You didn’t want to let Ushijima or the kids down.

When you go to the kitchen , you see the cute breakfast that Ushijima made you consisting of all of your favourite foods and with another simple note of him saying ‘ I love you. ‘ Ushijima has always been a lovely boyfriend, treating you like the queen you are always making sure that you were okay. Of course, his bluntness and his lack of social cues was something to get used to but when you did get accustomed to it, it only made you fall in love with him more.

You got ready, feeling even more sick as the piping hot shower that you usual have, did not help as when you were showering you felt heavily faint. However, you persevered since you did not want to let Ushijima down.

You finally were prepared to leave the house, with the community center being on 15 minutes walk away you were leaving out at 3:50pm since you were planning to take your car anyways. When you leave your home, you realise that you forgot your car keys so you dash up the stairs (a bit too quickly) to go and find them. Scrambling through your draws, your head is pounding harder and harder and the more it pounds the quicker your moving making you even more faint. You eventually find your keys and you’re ready to zoom to the community center but your body gave out and you pass out tumbling down the stairs landing at your front door.

Ushijima was waiting outside of the community center waiting for you to arrive it was 4:05pm and he was wondering where you were (knowing that your place was only a 10 minute drive away) he sent you a few texts asking where you were but when you don’t respond Ushijima becomes slightly annoyed, plastering a fake smile on his face and entering the community center, starting the easter egg hunt.

The easter egg hunt came to a close at 8pm and Ushijima assumed that you would’ve showed up some time in the middle of the event, but you obviously didn’t show. After making sure that all the kids left safely Ushijima decided to call and text you more and when you continuously don’t respond and your calls go to voicemail he says ‘Y/N, im really disappointed with you right now. How could you do this to me? You said you would show up, the kids were really upset, how could you be so selfish?’

He walks to your house knocking on the door, but when you don’t immediately answer he knew something must be up now, since you haven’t responded to any of his texts and calls and didn’t show up he figured there was something deeper then you just ditching the event.

He used his key to open the door, surprised when the door hit something. He tried again hitting the ‘object’ that was laying at the door again. He carefully pushes the door to make enough room for him to fit through the gap. When he entered, he was startled at the sight of you, there you lay completely knocked out with a blood stain next to your head. He knelt down next to you and touched your cheek you were extremely cold, he had to get you to a hospital stat. He called an ambulance, panicked. Worrying about how long you’ve been out for since it would have to be atleast more than 4 hours he assumed.

You woke up in a foreign room, with your head slightly stinging. You place your hand on the back of your head and wince, then you remember you need to be at the easter egg hunt so you bolt up ready to move.

“I don’t think that’s wise for you to do that Y/N” Ushijima says to you

“Toshi, what happened?” you ask still in pain

“It seems you fell down the stairs and hit your head” after he said that all your memories come flooding back, and you remember rushing to the community centre, looking for your keys, and then falling down the stairs and everything going black.

“I’m sorry Ushi for missing the easter egg hunt, I really tried to get there,” you say with an apologetic look on your face

“It’s fine Y/N of course you wouldn’t of been able to get there after falling down the stairs” he says “Also, this is proof of why you shouldn’t run down the stairs”

You eventually get discharged with the doctor telling you all you need to do is rest and stay off your feet. Ushijima took the doctor's orders very seriously, becoming your loyal servant and waiting on you hand and foot, tending to your every need. He did also make you were eating healthy and taking all your medicine so you could have the best recovery possible.

Also, after realising that this could’ve all been avoided if Ushijima didn’t guilt trip you in the first place for having a migraine, he made sure to never ignore or dismiss when you say you are ill or have anything wrong with you even if it’s a migraine, a lost limb or a simple paper cut.

Bokuto

The Olympics were coming up and Bokuto couldn’t be any more excited than he already was. Everything he’s talked about for the past month he manages to find a way to relate to the Olympics, and as annoying as it got sometimes you were just as excited for it as much as Bokuto was.

Bokuto was heavily busy with extra practices so you were bored and lonely, since your boyfriend was at practice all the time so you chose to take up a new hobby. You decided to paint, although you weren’t an award-winning painter you still found joy in it. Being Bokuto’s girlfriend you had some slight unwanted attention on you: the usual fans of Bokuto that just followed you to have an extra aspect of him in their life's, or his fangirls that adored him.

You didn’t mind the fangirls for the most part since majority of them were pretty tamed and did fawn over your relationship. However, there was the minority of fans that did make it known to you that they DID NOT like you at all. When you started posting your paintings, it seems their hate for you amplified since they always found the need to leave an astray of mean comments on your post. But that didn’t mainly bother you since you thought that they only had that energy behind the screen.

The days went by getting closer to the Olympics, with Bokuto always asking you every day “Y/N you are coming to my games, right?” to which you always replied “Of course Kou, I’m coming” which always made him smile.

When the Olympics came, you’ve went to all the games cheering Bokuto and the team on as they were winning round after round. Whilst this was going on, the group of girls that were sending you horrible messages and making mean posts about you weren’t stopping. At first, you didn’t care for them but it seems their posts only gotten worse making comments about your artwork, your face, your body type ect.

You didn’t want to tell Bokuto as you felt that it would ruin his Olympic momentum and you thought you could handle it all on your own.

It was nearing to the final game of the Olympics, and Bokuto was ecstatic he made sure that you promised you’d be there claiming that you was his ‘good luck’ charm.’ You were excited to go too, the feeling of watching Bokuto play was exhilarating seeing him fully in his element was great for you to see.

On the last game day, Boktuo was already at the stadium since him and the team had to be there earlier to practice and you planned to meet him there just before the game started at 4:30. You went to a florist before the match getting Bokuto the biggest boquet that you could buy.

On your way to the stadium you here somebody whistle from behind you, you turn around and see a group of girls waiting behind you smirking. “Hi?” you say more like a question then a statement “do you want something from me?”

Some of them laugh, but the one standing at the front who you mentally lable the ‘main one’ steps closer to you and says “We want you to stay away from Bokuto” you realise that these were the girls sending you hate online for these past weeks.

Before you can even blink, the girls jump you, hitting, kicking and clawing at you. You are in pain, screaming and crying for them to stop and leave you alone. You lay there, letting them beat you up thinking that you’ll probably end up dead out of this. All you can think about is Bokuto, you didn’t get to wish him good luck, or give him your flowers (that you spent a fortune on) or even tell him that you loved him one last time.

You think the girls eventually stopped but you couldn’t tell because your body was throbbing and you hurt all over. You tried to get up still wanting to go to the match but you collapse going out cold.

Bokuto was scanning the crowd over and over for you, hoping to spot you there. But he couldn’t, he was wondering where you were getting sadder and sadder by the second since he really believed you were his good luck charm and he probably wouldn’t be able to win without at least seeing your face once.

They didn’t win. Bokuto knew he wasn’t playing at his best, since all his mind was on was thinking about where you were. You’ve never missed one of his games, so he was incredibly worried. After he accepted his second-place medal, he rushed out the stadium to go to your house but he was stopped by some fangirls ‘I guess signing autographs is the least I can do’ he thinks, the fans were being a bit odd today but he didn’t have time to focus on that as his mind was racing thinking about you and your whereabouts.

One of his fans did give him an alarmingly big boquet of roses which he appreciated ‘these must of cost a fortune’ he thinks. Although it was a probably a long shot, he decided to ask the fan if he saw someone who looked like *whatever you look like* to maybe see if someone else saw you. Which the fan replied “yeah I saw them with some guy at this restaurant whilst we were going to see you!” they exclaimed.

‘A guy’ he thought ‘that most likely wasn’t you.’ Seeing Bokuto’s confusion, the fan followed up with “I'm pretty sure it was her I mean we all know who Bokuto Koutaro’s girlfriend was.” Bokuto didn’t reply just walking away making sure to thank them for the flowers.

He was rushing towards your house on foot (since all the taxi’s and ubers were fully booked because of the Olympics) whilst running he stumbles across your passed out body all black and bruised with scratch marks and bleeding all over you. “what happened” he whispered, knowing you obviously weren’t going to respond.

He picked up your near-dead body, and cradled you in his arms taking you back to the stadium (since he knew that getting an ambulance to come here or running to the hospital would basically be impossible.) When he got back to the stadium, he did get odd looks from strangers but he didn’t care, his only agenda was making sure you were okay.

You woke up, and saw Bokuto pacing the room repeatedly you tried to get his attention by saying his name but your throat was damaged. He eventually notices you and runs to your side, stroking your face softly and giving you a gentle hug making sure not to hurt you.

“Who did this Y/N?” he asks with worry in his eyes

You ignore his question and look at the silver medal wrapped around his neck making you sad “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the match, I tried I really did try” you said with your voice sounding even worse after you said every word.

“Don’t be silly, I’m just glad that you’re okay babe, I was really worried about you.” he said

The Medic came in and said that you had multiple broken ribs, but beside that you were fine you just needed to rest your throat and let your bruises heal. You eventually told Bokuto that it was some of his fans, he was upset that you hid this from him for so long but he was just glad that he got to you as soon as he did. He managed to play at the next Olympics and you were there fully present, with your even bigger boquet of flowers watching win gold.

Authors Note: I tried to make it as close to your request as possible, but I hope you enjoy as I really do think this is my favourite work so far.... :3 Comments and feedback appreciated.

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scarletwinterxx · 3 years ago

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End To Start Finale - JAEHYUN AU

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“Johnny’s going to be so mad”

“He’ll live”

“Yea wait until he sees you later and hear the news that you got married before him” you retorted back while you walk around your bedroom, well now shared bedroom with your husband.

Husband. Yes, that’s right. The two of you finally took that step in your relationship. And in true Y/N and Jaehyun fashion, it happened on a random Thursday morning. Jaehyun barged in your shop the night before, asking you to marry him once again. At first you thought he was just joking but when you turned to look at him, he was kneeling on down the floor holding out the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. Jungwoo was standing in the background holding a party popper while Sungchan films the whole thing.

You thought it was going to be a long engagement since both of you were pretty busy but no, Jaehyun immediately contacted his sister asking her for help to set up the wedding.

“Who’s getting married?” Jessica asked over the phone

“Me” Jaehyun answer, short simple straight to the point

“Are you fucking with me? who are you getting married to? is it this another one of those stupid things you’re doing to piss mom off because I swear you’re taking it to another level” his sister ranted, making you chuckle while you listen to the siblings banter with each other

“No, I’m being serious. I asked Y/N to marry me and she said yes”

“She did? Wow I feel bad for her” “Yah! I’m a catch, what are you talking about”

They exchange a few more words then Jaehyun passed the phone over to you,

“Girl, see I told you you’d get back together! Congrats on finally cuffing up The Jung Jaehyun” you laugh at her statement “Thanks, I mean he’s not bad to look at so why not” you jokingly add

“My brother’s an idiot for even letting you go the first time, I really am happy for the two of you. But he’s an even bigger idiot for telling me this late. I can get some dresses for you to choose from”

“I don’t really need something grand, just you know...” you looked over at Jaehyun to see him already watching at you with the fondest look in his eyes “Jaehyun called you since he wanted you to be there, I don’t really care what I’ll wear. I just want the most important people to be there”

The weekend passed, the wedding was simple. Just his siblings, your friends: Jungwoo and Jihyo. When you asked if his parents knew, he said he called them before proposing to you, and sent them a text on the way to the venue.

You didn’t mean to not invite some of your friends, the two of you agreed to have a big wedding in the future. But for now he’s contented with the little intimate union.

“He made this marriage possible, we literally met because of him”

“I swear I’ll hand deliver the invitation to him on our big wedding, now come back to bed and cuddle” Jaehyun was and has always been the clingy one in this relationship. He always needed to have a hand on you, on the small of your back, around your waist, holding your hand. Now that you’re married and live together, that need to have you in his arms all the time increased a hundred fold.

“You’re going to be late, I’m going to be late. We need to be responsible functioning adults again, Jae” you said as you throw a shirt over to him. “I can call in sick, I’m the boss” he grumbles before getting up from the bed, stretching out his back while you just watch

“Stop thirsting over me, I’m getting shy”

That earned him a pillow to the face and a scowl from you. He wasn’t wrong, you were totally ogling at him. Anyone with a pair can see just how good looking of a man Jaehyun is, and to know that you get to see this view everyday now makes you feel giddy all over.

Walking over to where you were, Jaehyun snaked his arms around you. Kissing you on the shoulder, “Good morning, I love you” he mumbles in your ear, making you smile.

You turned around so now you’re chest to chest, tangling your fingers through his hair to pull him down for a kiss. Feeling him smile against your lips.

While you’re getting lost in each others lips, you feel his hands grip waist tighter pulling you even closer to him. Not leaving a single inch between your bodies. His lips trailed down your neck, “We really need to go” you said breathlessly as he continues his attacks on your neck.

Your mouth was saying one thing but your body was saying another. Like putty in his hands, you didn’t make any effort to stop him. Only when you feel a pop and a kiss on your neck, Jaehyun looked back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“You’re cute” he said then kissed you on the nose, walking to the bathroom like it was normal. Him and his dimples, a true weakness of yours.

Smiling to yourself and shaking your head. This domestic marital bliss wasn’t bad at all.

“I have a meeting at 6, hopefully we’ll finish before 9″ Jaehyun says from the driver’s side while you re-apply your lipstick again. The time it took for the two of you get out of the apartment to the elevator then to his car was far longer mainly to Jaehyun’s inability to keep his hands and lips off of you.

“Why the rush?”

“I’m picking you up, we have dinner tonight” he simply answers, looking over at him to see the content smile on his face you reached out to intertwine your hand with his. His smile got bigger, taking your hand to kiss your knuckle. Just where your matching band was.

After dropping you off at the cafe, he left to start his day. Entering your shop to find Jungwoo already behind counter arranging the cakes and pastries for the day. “Hey, you’re early” you greeted him, quickly stopping by your office before joining him.

“You’re early, why are you here? aren’t you suppose to be on a honeymoon break?”

“Nope, we have things to do. I have a business to run and a Jungwoo to make sure he comes to work” you smiled sarcastically at him, earning the same one from him.

“This past year was wild, a few months ago the identity of your ex-boyfriend was like taboo. Now, you’re married to him”

“That I am”

“You’re what?!”

“Married, stop screaming at me” Jaehyun said as Johnny gap at him from across the table

“I left for the weekend, to plan MY wedding and when I came back YOU’RE married?! AND YOU DIDN’T INVITE ME?!” this was probably what you meant when you said Johnny will never let him hear the end of it.

“and Y/N didn’t call me either?” you two are quite a pair aren’t you. You know I pretty much introduced her to you. I made this union happen”

Jaehyun smiles as Johnny mentions that, just like you did. “She did mention that”

“You better name your first kid after me”

It was time to face one reality you’ve been subtly avoiding. Having dinner with Jaehyun’s parents. There’s this charity event they do every year, of course he was going to take you with him. Even though he can sense you were feeling very nervous.

“You know you’re fidgeting right now, no need to feel nervous” Jaehyun told you as you walk towards the venue, rubbing his thumbs along your knuckles. The small gesture helping you calm down a bit.

“I love you” you told him, “as I love you, my love” he pulled you by the arm, hugging you to his side. Leaning down to kiss you, short but sweet.

“Okay, I can do this” you tell yourself, and that’s exactly how you feel. As long as this man holding you in his arms, looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes, you’ll be fine.

One step, a foot in front of the other until you made it to the main party. Of course heads were turning, he always had that charm about him.

Jaehyun spots his parents standing by the table across the room, leading the two of you there. “There you are, glad to see you made it” his mom greets him with a hug before looking over at you, nothing but indifference in her eyes. Jaehyun already sensing the tension, “Mom, Dad” he greeted them back

“You look lovely, dear. We wish we could’ve made it to the wedding but it seems like our invitation got lost” Jaehyun’s father joked, lightly elbowing his son on the side “Sorry, we promise we’ll send the invitations in time when the grand wedding happens”

You smile at the older man, him side by side with his son makes you realize just who Jaehyun takes after. He looked a lot like his father, you just wish your child would look like him too.

The night went on without any difficulties,you did manage to feel more at ease. Just before the event ended you see his mom standing off on the side while her husband and son receive a plaque of recognition.

You walked over to her, the woman not sparing you a glance.

“I know you don’t like me for your son, and clearly you don’t agree with this marriage. But let me atleast tell you that I love your son, I don’t have to convince you to believe me. Jaehyun knows and that’s what matters. I may have not fought for him before, but now I’ll give everything to stay by his side for as long as he wants me”

And you meant every word. You said it before, you’ll say it over and over again. You once let go of him, you’ll never make that mistake again.

“I know, and I can see my son loves you just as much. He can make his own decisions now, and I trust him. Just don’t break his heart like you did before”

“I only did it because you asked me to, I did for him. If I can forgive myself for that, if Jaehyun can forgive me for that then maybe you can too. I’m sorry if we got off on the wrong foot, I do hope we can make amends” you look over at her with a hopeful smile.

Feeling an arm snake around your waist and a kiss on your cheek, “You two having fun?” Jaehyun asks “Just having a lady talk” he shoots you and his mom a smile before speaking again

“We actually need to go, we’ll see you next weekend? I’ll drive with Sungchan” he quickly bids goodbye to his parents before leading you out the venue. The two of you were just about to exit when you hear someone call for him,

“Jaehyun? It’s been a long time” Chungha, you recognized, was walking towards the two of you “Hey you, how have you been?” Jaehyun greeted her, looking over at you “This is Y/N, my wife”

You were met with the same surprised expression everybody has whenever you or him says that. “Married? Finally! Congrats, both of you” she smiles at the two of you. Chungha pulled you in for a hug, like old friends.

She really is a great girl. You want to thank her for being there for Jaehyun so you do just that, “Thank me? Don’t have to really. We’re friends more than anything. Plus we all know you’re the only girl this guy is head over heels for”

“It’s really great to see you again, I see you found that happiness too” Jaehyun says as he looks at someone behind her, Chungha doing the same. “I did, we both deserve the win. I won’t hold you back any longer, congrats again you guys” with one last bye you all parted ways.

When you finally made it back to your apartment, you quickly changed to your casual clothes and removed all your makeup. Not noticing the figure standing by the doorway, “Hey, what do you say about moving?” Jaehyun asks, catching your attention

“Moving? Like moving apartment?” you asked back, “Yea, we can look for a home or build one whichever you want. Or we can stay here too” after getting married, Jaehyun decided to move in with you instead. It was closer to both of your workplaces, it was definitely not anything like his apartment but still he chose to stay with you.

“Yea? I mean I’d love to look for a home” you smile at him, slowly walking towards you until you were once again in his arms.

“Okay, we can start looking for one when you’re less busy. Are you okay with living farther from your cafe?”

“You know I can drive right” you booped his nose, making him scrunch his nose at you

“Preferably one with an extra room, just in case” you added, “Extra room?”

“Yea for when we have a kid, you do want kids right?” you carefully asked, for a second he just looked at you then a smile broke out from is lips

“With you? Of course. I’m already imagining a mini version of you and me running around our home. I want to build a family with you”

“Me too” and with that he kisses you again.

This right here is what Jaehyun wants to have for the rest of his life, the idea of building a life with you having a kid, a human that is both of you in one body excites him so much.

“I love you so goddamn much” he mumbles against your lips, gathering you in his arms and walking back to your bedroom. As your body rest against the sheets and your bodies become one, you say your vows again against each others skins through kisses. Searing each word with every kiss.

Jaehyun understands now more than ever, you had it end it for him. You had to end that chapter to start this new one. Maybe before you weren’t on the same page but now you write the words on the pages together.

From the end to the start, you are his as he was yours.

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study-coffee-chicago · 3 years ago

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Seasons of PD: Season 7: Don’t You Ever Do That Again, You Hear Me? (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister! Imagine)

A/N: There are mentions of B1ack Liv3s M4tter (apparently this ended up in that tag, so I changed the wording, so hopefully it’s not there anymore) in regards to peaceful protests in this. And there are mentions of counter-protesters causing riots. I tried my best to portray this as professionally as possible with Y/N's views, Kevin's views, and Jay's views. I did not try to offend anyone at all and I'm very sorry if I did.

Also, I don't know if one part counts as threat of sexual coercion, but I'm fairly certain that's what it's called, so trigger warning for that.

Your age: 18

Jay's age: 32

Will's age: 34

"I get that it's important to you, but I'm not letting you go!" Jay argued as you stood across from him in a screaming match.

"Why? Because You don't believe the same things as me because you haven't met a bad cop? Because you fought for this country and know people who died for it?" you yelled back.

"Yes, me being a cop and a soldier obviously has something to do with this! But I'm also trying to keep you safe! They turn into riots!"

"You do know that's not the Black Lives Matter protesters who start them, right? They're peaceful. Counter-protesting assholes come and start things to give peaceful protesters a bad image!"

"I don't want you to get hurt if something happens! Tear gas hurts, kid. I don't want you to come home with burning eyes and the possibility of going blind and tell me I'm right. I'm trying to prevent that!"

"I know you are, Jay! I just want you to let me have my own damn opinions and do what I want for once!"

"Has a cop ever hurt you in some way? Pulled you over illegally?" Jay roared.

You wanted to tell him your story about something like that that had happened five weeks ago, two weeks after the infection scare across the entire city, but you couldn't because you knew he'd do something stupid and you didn't want that. "No, but--"

His phone rang, cutting you off. "I'll be there," Jay said quickly. Then, he turned back to you. "I gotta go, caught a case. I'll see you later and we can talk about this. Calmly."

"So, you're saying there's a chance you'll let me go?"

"There's maybe a .001% chance, but sure, believe what you want."

You rolled your eyes and he left. But, as he shut and locked the apartment door, he stopped. "Love you," he whispered. Because, with what he did on the job, he knew that there was the possibility every day of him not coming home to you.

***

When you woke up, you were shocked not to see a text from Jay between 3 and 5 am saying that he wouldn't make it home tonight. He usually made it a priority when on a case to tell you that he wouldn't be coming home so that you wouldn't worry.

But, there was a voicemail from him around 11 pm last night and it was currently 9 am.

You put your phone on speaker and played it.

"Hey, Y/N, I'm sorry about arguing. If you really want to go, I think Kevin has his RDO tomorrow so I can see if he's going if you-- OW!" Then, the line just continued playing, and dragging noises were heard until there was a crash and the line went dead.

"Jay? Jay?" What the hell had happened? You quickly replayed the message to make sure it wasn't an issue with your phone, but when you heard the same exact thing again, you knew something had gone terribly wrong.

You went to dial Hailey's number to ask if she had seen Jay when there was a loud knock on your door. You quickly ran across the apartment and looked out the peephole. You saw Hailey and Adam and quickly flung open the door.

"Hey, Y/N," Adam said as he entered.

"Have you guys seen Jay?" you asked.

You saw Hailey visibly swallow. "Listen," she started, but you cut her off.

"What happened? What's going on? He usually texts me if he's going to be working until the morning and I didn't get a text and I got a voicemail and--" You took a deep, gasping breath.

"What voicemail?" Hailey asked as she placed a hand on your shoulder.

"I- It cut off partway through and he yelled and-- wait, he wasn't with you?"

"No," Hailey answered. "He said he had some personal stuff to take care of when we were at a scene and then took off. Then, he never came back, so we decided to check here to see if he just came home or something happened."

"He never came home." Your eyes widened, finally processing what it meant if he wasn't here and Intelligence couldn't find him. "You're telling me he's missing? Again? Oh, no. This can't be happening, not again. Not after our fight last night. I didn't even tell him what happened or that I loved him or--"

"Y/N, I need you to take a deep breath," Hailey told you and you tried to match her breathing. "His radio might just be dead or something like that." She knew that she was lying, but she was trying to stop you from freaking out. "Can you give me your phone so Adam and I can listen to the voicemail?"

You nodded and handed Adam your phone. He pressed play and you watched as his jaw clenched as he was listening to it.

"Shit," he muttered once he was done. "We need you to come to the district with us. Just for safety."

"Can you give me a minute?" you asked. "I- I'm in my pajamas and I haven't brushed my teeth and--"

"We'll leave in half an hour, okay?" Hailey asked and you nodded. "While you're getting ready, we'll send the voicemail over to Kim and Kev. Jay's gonna be okay."

"How do you know that?" you almost whispered.

"Because Jay's one of the strongest people I know," she answered. But, in reality, she wasn't sure about that. They had no idea where he was and according to the timestamp on that voicemail, it had been a little over ten hours since he sent it. For all they knew, Jay could be out of Chicago right now. Scratch that, he could be out of Illinois.

***

"When did you get this voicemail?" Hank asked as everyone in Intelligence, minus Jay but including you, were in the bullpen and trying to trace where the call came from.

"Around 11 last night, Boss," Adam answered for you.

"Okay. So it's been almost 11 hours," Voight said.

"I need a break, excuse me," you said and quickly excused yourself to the locker room.

You made your way to the locker room and sat down and leaned against the wall. This couldn't be happening again, not after that crazy borderline sociopathic drug dealer kidnapped Jay a few years ago and Erin went in and saved him. This could not be happening again.

You thought back to the fight last night and something your mom would always say when she was in a fight with one of the boys or when you had thrown a temper tantrum and then had to go to bed.

I'll always tell you I love you because when you walk out that door or go to bed, I'll never know if that was the last chance I had to tell you I love you.

God, if you hadn't argued with Jay, maybe you wouldn't be feeling this way. Obviously, you'd be feeling scared and upset because Jay was missing and no one had any idea where he was, but at least you wouldn't feel guilty like you currently did.

You felt guilty about starting that fight in the first place by bringing it up even though you knew what his answer was going to be. You felt guilty about yelling. But most of all, you felt guilty and you regretted not saying love you when he left...because that might've been the last time you'd have been able to tell that to your big brother who had always been there for you...even when he really didn't want to.

Jay's Nokia flip phone buzzed as he walked out of school. It was his mom.

"Hey, Mom," he greeted.

"Jay Halstead, if you answered your phone while you're driving..." she trailed off, trying to think of a good threat.

"Mom, I didn't. I was talking to some friends about going for tacos tonight, so I just walked out of school a minute ago."

"Oh," she said.

"What oh?" Jay asked. "That sounded like a bad oh, Mom."

"Well, I wish I would've known that before a professor called in sick to give an exam to his students and I agreed to pick up the extra hours."

"What are you talking about?"

"I can't bring Y/N to the dentist. And I thought since you weren't busy, you could. I also may or not have promised her that she could go to Build-A-Bear after to get a new outfit for Beary because she's so scared."

"Mom," Jay groaned.

"I know, I'm sorry. But, how about this: you do this for me, and I'll extend your curfew by two hours on Friday and Saturday."

"Three," Jay countered.

"Two." Amelia Halstead stood strong.

"Three."

"Two and a half."

"Deal," Jay agreed.

"Thank you. I'll see you tonight. Love you."

"Love you, too."

***

"No," you whined as Jay told you that you had to leave after he walked you home from school later. "I don't wanna go to the dentist. They scary."

"No, they're not," Jay told you. The doctor was what was scary for him with all the needles for the shots. But, the dentist had never bothered him, even when he was a little kid it had never bothered him.

"No!"

"What if I let you bring Beary into the dentist, would you go then?" Jay practically pleaded.

"And you give me chocolate before we leave?"

"If you promise to grab your toothbrush and brush your teeth in the bathroom at the dentist, then yes, I'll give you some chocolate to eat on the way there." Jay was desperate at this point. He knew he shouldn't be giving you everything you wanted, but what were big brothers with a giant age gap for anyway if not to try and spoil his little sister?

"Okay!" You ran off to go grab Beary and your toothbrush and toothpaste while Jay made his way to a high cabinet in the kitchen and grabbed five squares of Dove milk chocolate, three for you and two for him.

In the car, Jay handed you the cholates and you started eating them while you held Beary close to you, trying to gain some comfort out of your favorite stuffed animal.

***

You gripped Jay's hand as you sat and waited for your name to be called. Beary was held in your other hand and you were squeezing him tight against your chest. You had just brushed your teeth like you promised Jay that you would, but you were still utterly terrified.

"Y/N Halstead?" a dental hygienist came out and asked.

You didn't say a word, just held Jay's hand tighter.

"That's you," Jay said gently and with a smile on his face, trying to make you feel less scared.

"No, not me," you told him as you frantically shook your head.

The dental hygienist squatted down in front of you. "Are you Y/N?" You didn't do anything, but Jay must've nodded to confirm that it was indeed you. "And who's this?" she asked as she shook Beary's paw.

"Beary," you said shyly.

"Well, I'm fairly certain that Beary will be with you the entire time. We even have little sunglasses you and he can wear when we shine the really bright light on you to protect both your little eyes. Does that sound good?"

You turned to Jay. "Me and Beary get sunglasses, Jay Jay!"

"I heard! Do you want me to come back with you?"

You thought for a second. "Please come."

Jay laughed. "Okay." He turned to the dental hygienist. "Is that okay?"

"Perfectly fine."

You stood up and held Jay's hand as you walked back into the dentist to get your six-month check-up on your baby teeth.

***

"That wasn't so bad was it?" Jay asked as the two of you walked out to his car after you finished.

"No!" you said as you shook your head. "I even got a pretty bracelet with Belle on it, see?" you exclaimed as you held your hand out to him to show off your yellow bracelet with a charm that had Belle from Beauty and the Beast on it.

Jay acted all surprised and said it was pretty even though he watched as you had picked it out while he had explained to the secretary how your mom would call to schedule your next appointment in six months.

Jay opened his car and made sure you were buckled in and then got in himself and started driving.

"Do you know where we're going?"

You gasped. You had forgotten you got to go to Build-A-Bear after!

"Build-A-Bear!" you yelled. The volume of that yell would've made Jay wince had he not been driving.

"Yup, that's where we're going."

"I think I'm gonna get Beary some new pajamas," you decided.

"What color?"

You held Beary out in front of you. "What color pjs do you want, Beary?" You brought him up to your ear and nodded as he "told" you what color pajamas he wants. "He said blue!"

"Blue pajamas. I'm pretty sure we can find those."

***

Jay and you walked into Build-A-Bear Workshop at the mall and you were met with children running around. To Jay, this was the definition of hell. Except for you, he was fine with you running around, but he really didn't like all the other kids that he had to be careful not to bump into.

"C'mon, Jay Jay!" you told him as you tugged him along to the pajama section.

He allowed himself to be tugged along by you and then you held up almost every single pair of blue pajamas to Beary to see which one was his favorite. He had decided on a pair of light blue pajamas with stars all over them. There was even a cute little hat with a pom-pom on top to go with the pajamas.

Jay paid and then you left with Beary and his brand-new pajamas. You had plans to have him sleep in those pajamas tonight, too.

Unbeknownst to you, Jay hadn't even really wanted to come. The only reason he brought you was that he got his curfew extended. But to you, it was just another fun afternoon with your big brother.

You were startled out of your daydream when you felt a hand on your shoulder. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

Kevin.

"It's fine. I'm fine," you said quickly.

"No, you're not. And that's okay. Hailey and Voight went to see if Jay's where his phone pinged at."

"We fought," you told him.

"You fought?" Kevin asked as he slid down the wall to sit next to you.

"It was stupid. I should've just agreed with him and maybe I wouldn't be feeling like this."

"Like what?"

"Like utter shit." You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. "We were arguing about the BLM protests that were happening tonight. I wanted to go, but he wouldn't let me. The last thing I did was roll my eyes at him, Kev."

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments while Kevin figured out how to comfort you.

"Maybe talking about it will help. What'd you argue about?"

"Just that I wanted to go and he wouldn't let me because he thinks riots will break out. And you and I both know that's not the BLM protesters, that's the counter-protesters. But, he thinks I'll get hurt. I also think it's because he's a cop, so he feels like I'm protesting him, but I'm not. I'm protesting the system."

Kevin nodded. "I get it. Believe me, I do. I live it every day."

"How do you do it?" you asked. "Be an activist and a cop at the same time?"

"Just try and do the right thing with the information you have. And, explain that you're protesting the system and the bad apples, not the police force as a whole."

"I tried. But Jay doesn't think I have a right to protest because I've never had a bad experience with a cop." Which was a lie, but you weren't ready to talk about that just yet.

"Did he say that exactly?" Kevin asked.

"No, but, he asked me if a cop has ever illegally pulled me over."

Kevin nodded. "I know Jay and I know he would never say that you didn't have the right protest. He fought for that right. He mention anything else?"

"That tear gas hurts."

"I think he just wanted to keep you safe, same thing I'd do for Jordan and Vanessa."

"He sounded like he changed his mind on his voicemail, though. He thought that maybe if you were going, then he'd let me go...at least, that's what it sounded like."

Kevin nodded. "All I can say is that until we found Jay, I'm not going to one. Getting your brother is my first priority and it's the first priority of everyone in this unit."

"My first priority, too."

"Kev!" Adam yelled as he banged on the door. "You in there?"

"Yeah, bro! What's up?" Kevin asked.

"We need you to meet with someone!"

***

The hours passed and with each of them that did, you got more and more nervous for Jay's safety. You guessed that this is how he felt when you asked if you could go to the protest, knowing that he'd constantly be worrying about you until you came home safely.

"Y/N, we gotta go," Trudy said as she entered the bullpen around 9:30 pm that night.

"Why? What's going on?" you asked as you grabbed your phone and started following her.

"They found Jay."

"Is he okay?" you asked quickly.

"Y/N..."

"No! He can't be dead, Trudy! He can't!" you wailed.

"He's not. But, he has been shot."

You froze. Shot. Jay had been shot.

"He's en route to Chicago Med right now."

"Can you- can you bring me there?"

"That's where we're going right now."

***

"Will!" you yelled as you ran into the ED and saw your oldest brother.

You ran right up to him and hugged him, not caring that he almost dropped his iPad he had been using to chart.

"Whoa, Y/N." He set the iPad down. "Hey, I know. But Crockett's operating on him right now and he's one of the best surgeons in the hospital."

"I thought you were better than him. You need to do the surgery, Will. you need to save Jay!"

"Y/N, I know it sucks, but I'm family. As much as I want to operate on him, I can't legally do that."

You paused and looked up at him. His eyes were slightly red, but he hadn't been bawling the way that you had been.

"Dr. Halstead! Incoming!" Maggie yelled.

"What does she mean?" you asked, still hanging onto him. "You're still working?"

"There's been a ten-car pile-up on the highway. I have to. It's my job."

"But Jay's in surgery!" you yelled as you pulled away from him. "These people are more important to you than your own brother?"

"They aren't but--"

"But you're working anyway instead of waiting to find out what happens to him?"

"I can't do anything to help Jay right now. But I can help all these people who are pouring in."

"Dr. Halstead!" Maggie shouted again.

"I'll be up in a few hours, I promise," Will told you.

***

A few hours had passed and it was now past midnight. Jay was still in surgery. Will was sitting next to you, in a spare pair of clothes he had packed instead of his scrubs that were covered in blood, and you were leaning your head on his shoulder, close to being asleep.

That was until Crockett came out and Will jumped up, causing your head to hit the back of the chair.

"Ow," you mumbled.

"Sorry," Will apologized and then turned back to Crockett. "What's the verdict?"

"He lost a lot of blood," Crockett told the two of you.

"But he's gonna pull through, right?" Will asked what the two of you were both thinking.

"We'll be out of blood soon."

"What do you mean out of blood?" Will asked, taking a step toward the surgeon. "There's no way you can be out of blood!"

"With that pile-up, we can. I'd recommend you go and say your goodbyes and pray for a miracle."

Will put his hands on the back of his head and started pacing the room. Your breath caught in your throat. This could not be happening. Jay couldn't die, he just couldn't.

Crockett started to walk back towards the operating room.

"Wait!" you yelled. You didn't know what had taken over you, but at this moment, you'd do anything to save your brother. You rolled up your sleeve. "Take my blood."

"Y/N," was all Will could manage to get out.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, but there's protocol for that. I'd love to let you do it, but--"

"Fuck protocol!" you yelled, all the anger and sadness and anxiety that had built up over the past fifteen hours exploding at this very moment. "Rush my labs. Or don't even get my labs done at all. I haven't had sex, so I don't have any STDs. I don't have any diseases or deficiencies since I moved in with Jay years ago. My blood type's O-neg, so I'm a universal donor. Take my goddamn blood, Crockett!" You didn't care that all that information was out in the open because you were barely processing what you were saying. The only thing you cared about was making sure that your brother was okay.

"Y/N," Will said as he walked up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Don't touch me! And you sure as hell don't want to tell me to calm down!"

"Y/N," Will started again as he took his hand off your shoulder. "What Crockett's saying is that it's not ethical for him to do this. He could get fired."

"Where's the paperwork?" you asked as you turned back to Crockett. "I'll sign whatever I have to sign to make sure you aren't liable at all, that I'm donating this of my own free will. You can even take double the amount of blood that you normally do since I'm a universal donor. Just get me the paperwork."

Crockett and Will shared a look.

"I'll go get a nurse to get you the paperwork."

"Wait, no, no, no," Will said as he walked closer to Crockett. "You can't be serious about this!"

"She said she'll sign it."

"But, I have to co-sign it since she's a minor. So, no, you are not donating blood, Y/N. You almost passed out when I drew vials of your blood years ago. You know what's gonna happen if we take two units of blood? You are gonna feel like utter shit."

"Last I checked, I'm 18, so I can sign my own paperwork! God, I'm not a fucking child anymore, Will! I can make my own decisions!" you yelled back. "And if I don't do this, Jay will die. He'll die, Will. So, I'm giving him my blood with or without your support."

***

You sat in a chair, the ones that Will had told you about years ago with the big padded bar thing that came down in front of you in case you passed out. Typically, they'd just have you lay down in a bed, but since they were short on beds and Will told them that you had a history of getting dizzy and nauseous during simple blood draws, they had decided to put you here instead.

"Last chance to back out," Will told you as the nurse tied off your arm with a blue rubber tie and started to rub your arm to get the big vein in your left forearm to show.

"Jay's dying. No way in hell am I backing out."

Will sighed. He knew you were doing the right thing, but he also knew that you were going to feel terrible after, and he hated seeing you like that. "Okay," he said. "I'll stay here until they get the needle in you and then I'll get you some juice and cookies."

"Ready?" Monique asked.

"Ready," you confirmed. You turned to Will and squeezed your eyes shut as the needle pierced your vein. You heard the sound of the machine and knew your blood was going in there, but you didn't want to look. Getting your blood drawn, you could watch. But this, this was just too much blood to see, so you looked at Will.

"Doing okay?" he asked a few minutes later.

"Yeah," you answered because that was the absolute truth: you were feeling just fine.

"Okay, I'm gonna go get you some cookies and juice. I'll get an update on Jay while I'm out there, too."

You nodded and he left the room.

This wasn't so bad.

***

Okay, so you were lying to yourself. You were currently in hell. Giving the blood hadn't been an issue, it was how you felt after you were done giving blood.

You were currently sitting in that same chair, drinking some juice that Will had brought you. He told you that there was still no update on Jay, but that they were sending the blood back to him right now. (They had rushed labs on a small vial of blood that Monique took before you started the donation. The results came back while you were giving blood, and since your blood was clean, you could give it to Jay.) But, God, but you felt absolutely awful.

"You doing okay?" Will asked.

You shook your head and then stopped because it made you dizzy and put your head in your hands. "No," you groaned.

He handed you a glass of water. "Drink a bit of this too and then I'll open your pack of cookies."

"Why do you want me to drink water and not juice?" you asked as you closed your eyes and tried to stop the spinning in your head.

"Because, you're sweating, Short Stack. Need you to stay hydrated."

You took a few sips of water and then went back to your juice. Will handed you your pack of chocolate chip cookies and you started to eat them.

"Mhm," you groaned and laid your head down on the padded bar thing in front of you that kept you from falling out of the chair. "I don't feel so good."

You felt hot and cold at the same time and the world seemed to spin every time you lifted your head up. And, those cookies did not sit well with you.

"How do you feel? What hurts?" Will asked, jumping into doctor mode since Monique wasn't around. Will assured her that he could look after you while you recovered from your blood being donated at twice the normal amount.

"I just feel like shit," you told him, not picking up your head.

"You gotta give me some symptoms. Give me some symptoms and then I can help."

"Mhm, fine." You looked up at him and blinked slowly. "I feel hot and cold and sweaty. And I feel dizzy and nauseous."

"Okay. That's either a vasovagal reaction or from your blood pressure being low or from your heart rate being slowed down."

"What's that reaction thingy?"

"You don't like blood in general, so a nervous system response can happen, which could explain your reactions. But, your BP could also be low, which could explain all this too. And, it's one in the morning and you haven't slept yet, so tiredness could also be a factor."

"Great," you said sarcastically as you remembered the last time your blood pressure was low.

You had taken some of Jay's medication that he had to ward off his PTSD-induced nightmares after you were involved in a shooting at a house party. The one time you took them without sleeping directly after, you felt almost exactly like this...except without the sweatiness. You just mostly felt dizzy. You had called Will, he came over, and then you ended passing out and he had to get you to Med. Then you were admitted and they got your pressure back up. You were also prescribed sleeping pills which had helped immensely.

Will grabbed a blood pressure cuff from a drawer. "Arm," he told you. You held out your arm and he wrapped the cuff around it and pumped the end of it.

You waited as he looked at the gauge on the blood pressure cuff. Will said one number over another number, which meant nothing to you, but must've meant something to him. You raised your eyebrows, hoping he was going to tell you what those numbers meant in non-medical English terms.

"BP's low, which explains most of the symptoms," he told you.

You took another bite of your cookie and washed it down with some juice, but then immediately after started dry heaving.

Will rushed around and then thrust a pink basin under your mouth.

You took a deep breath after you finally stopped dry heaving about thirty seconds later.

"Better?" Will asked. You shook your head. "I'm going to get you an IV of anti-nausea medication."

You were going to argue with him about how he wasn't working, so he probably couldn't get you that. And, you were fairly certain he couldn't prescribe things to family. But, you felt terrible, so you really don't care if Will was being reckless and borderline unethical/illegal right now.

You nodded and then laid your head back down.

When Will came back, he thought you were asleep, but when you heard footsteps, you looked up.

"Alright," he began as he assembled the IV. "Last poke of the day, I promise."

"After this can I take a nap in the on-call room?" you asked as you held your arm out to him once again.

"You know I can't let you do that." Will tied a blue band around your arm and started rubbing it to get a vein in the inside of your elbow. Then, he noticed your pale and sweaty face. "Fine. Hopefully, Goodwin won't fire me after this. But I have a good reason. Turn so you don't see the needle."

You did and closed your eyes. You felt the poke and squeezed your eyes shut, but then it subsided and you felt that weird feeling of the medicine going straight into your veins. God, you hoped this worked.

You hoped Jay would survive because you didn't just go through all that for nothing.

***

You slowly opened your eyes as you felt someone shaking your shoulder. "No," you groaned as you turned to face the other side of the bed.

But then you remembered where you were: the doctors on-call room because Jay had been shot. Maybe it was Will waking you up to tell you--

"Short Stack, wake up. Jay's awake."

That got you wide awake.

You snapped your eyes open, rolled over, and jumped out of bed.

"I take it you're feeling better?" Will asked.

"Sleep helps. Let's go!"

Will quickly led you out of the room and through some hallways and up a few flights of stairs to Jay's recovery room.

He was currently talking to Hailey.

"Jay!" you exclaimed as you burst into the room to see him with a sling and see Hailey helping him with his jacket.

"Hey, Short Stack," he greeted and then turned his attention back to Hailey. "Sorry, what were you saying?"

"Uh, just that I'm glad you're back," she told him. "I'll give you some time with your siblings." She turned her attention to Will. "Oh, and the things you told me to tell Kim to get are in that corner." She pointed to the left front corner of the room. "Bye, guys." She waved and then left.

You gave Jay a huge hug and tried to avoid his arm that was in a sling. "Don't you ever do that again, you hear me?" you told him seriously and then looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

Jay chuckled. "I'll try not to."

"You better do more than try." You went back to leaning your head against his chest as tears soaked his t-shirt.

"Hey, hey, don't cry," he soothed. "I'm okay. I'm fine, Y/N."

"I was so scared. The last thing we would've done was argue. I'm so sorry. I should never have asked to go to those protests. I know you were just trying to protect me--"

"Hey, it's okay for you to have your own opinions and views. It's just gonna take me a while to get used to you being an adult now and not that little sister who would always hold my hand and beg to go to Build-A-Bear."

"Speaking of Build-A-Bear," Will started and then walked over to the corner of the room and picked up two boxes. They were white boxes with dark blue designs on them. You knew those boxes: they were what the workers put new bears in when a kid came and bought one. You let go of Jay. Will peeked into one of the holes. "This one's for you." He handed Jay a box. "And this one's for you." He handed you the other box.

"You got us Build-A-Bears?" you asked as you raised an eyebrow.

"Just open the boxes."

You did and laughed when you saw Beary in the box, dressed in a hospital gown and white little bunny slippers. Your brothers were not kidding when they said they'd get one for you.

Jay laughed as he opened his. His Build-A-Bear was a light blue color and it also had on a hospital gown as well as a sling on one arm. The bear also had on a policeman cap. "Oh, man," Jay said as he continued laughing.

"Press the right paw," Will told him and he did, causing Ruzek's voice to float through the room.

Stop getting kidnapped. Glad you're okay, though.

You started laughing hysterically at this point.

"One more thing," Will said as he walked over to the counter and pulled out a marker and two hospital bracelets. On one he wrote Beary Halstead. "Jay, what are you naming your bear?" Will asked.

"I gotta name it?"

"Um, it's not an it. It's a he or a she...could be a they, too," you said.

"Fine. I gotta name him?"

"Yes," Will told him.

Jay groaned. "Fine. Blue."

"Boo! That's boring," you said.

He groaned again. "Detective Blue. There. Better?"

"Better," you confirmed.

Will wrote Det. Blue Halstead on the other hospital band. Then, he handed Beary's to you and Detective Blue's to Jay.

"I cannot believe you," Jay said.

"I can," Will laughed. "Now put it on him. Just like Y/N's doing with Beary."

Jay reluctantly put it on Detective Blue's arm. But then he realized something. "Wait, why does Beary have a hospital gown if Y/N wasn't in the hospital?"

"Yeah, about that..." you trailed off.

Jay cocked his head to the side. "What did you do this time?"

"Other than save your life, I got nauseous and Will had to give me anti-nausea medication," you explained.

"Wait, back up. You saved my life? How?" Jay asked as he looked between you and Will.

"She essentially cussed at Crockett until she got what she wanted," Will said nonchalantly.

"Which was...?" Jay pried.

"Giving you blood because the hospital was out because of a car accident. If she wouldn't have given you blood..." Will trailed off, not wanting to say the words.

"I'd be dead," Jay practically whispered.

"Yeah," Will confirmed, his voice at about the same volume as Jay's.

Jay felt himself getting choked up as he pulled you in for another hug. "Thank you."

"I know you'd do the same for me."

"In a heartbeat, Short Stack. In a heartbeat."

You stayed like that until Will went ahead and broke the comfortable silence that had fallen over the three of you.

"I hate to break this up, but there's something else I need to tell you guys," Will said.

You and Jay both turned to him and you let yourself out of Jay's embrace. "Which is?" you asked.

"Voight gave Jay two weeks furlough to recover and I talked Goodwin into giving me two weeks vacation--"

"How in the hell did you do that?" Jay asked.

"Let's just say I'm going to be working Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, New Year's Eve, and New Year's Day. But that's beside the point. We have two weeks of vacation time."

"You do know I work right?" you asked.

"At a coffee shop, not at a big kid job," Will said. "And, I had Kim and Adam stop in there on their way to get the bears. They explained the situation and your work gave you two weeks off. Adam said he may have had to flash his badge, but that's beside the point."

"And you took vacation because...?" you asked.

"We need to make sure Jay relaxes and there's so many protests-turned-riots happening right now that we should probably get out of here."

"You do know it's not the peaceful protesters starting those, right? It's counter-protesters and other people who are racist bigots and people who decided they have no other choice but to be violent," you said, making your views known once again.

"I'm very much aware, Y/N. But, no matter who started it, people were running from tear gas and burning buildings last night."

"Alright, back on topic," Jay started, not wanting to have another argument like he had two days ago with you. "Where are we going?"

"I figured Wisconsin would be a good choice."

***

"It's my turn to pick the music," you whined as Will looked for another song on your long drive to Wisconsin.

"I'm the oldest, so I get control of it," Will argued.

"No, you've controlled it for the last three hours. I've had to listen to nineties hip-hop for that long. My eardrums are gonna bleed. Please make him give the aux, Jay."

"Dude, just give her the aux, and then she'll be quiet. Remember, she likes early 2000s pop-punk and 2000s stuff in general. We'll probably know most of it."

Will reluctantly handed you the aux. "Thank you. And, just to remind you two, I'm a big fan of Taylor Swift's first few albums and 5 Seconds of Summer."

You clicked play on Take What You Want by One OK Rock featuring 5 Seconds of Summer. You queued up some more songs by 5 Seconds of Summer and two by Taylor Swift, just to mess with your brothers, and then you added songs they would know like All the Small Things by Blink-182, Check Yes, Juliet by We The Kings, Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low, and Ocean Avenue by Yellowcard.

By the time Dear Maria, Count Me In started playing, all three of you were jamming out, which caused Jay to forget to put his blinker on when he changed lanes...and there was a cop right there in the emergency turnaround.

Jay heard and saw the sirens behind him and slowed down. He knew the drill from pulling people over on his days on patrol. Now that he was in Intelligence, he practically just ripped the criminals out of their cars and handcuffed them against the side of their (usually stolen) car.

He got out his license and registration, along with his badge because he did have his service weapon with him. He'd be damned not bringing it with him in this day and age...and sometimes there were coyotes and he and Will didn't know if the old hunting rifle at the cabin that your grandpa used to use even had ammunition in and if there was even any ammunition at the cabin.

Jay rolled down his window as the officer walked up to him.

Your hands started to sweat and your heart started to race as you remembered your last encounter with an officer that you didn't know.

You were driving home from the library late at night after studying for a biology exam. And no, the library wasn't an excuse for going out and partying. You genuinely had gone to the library and had had a great and very focused study session for a few hours.

All of a sudden, you saw flashing lights and heard sirens. You turned down your music. You looked in your rear-view mirror and saw that the cop was right on your tail. He turned off his sirens and then turned them on and off quickly.

You were the one getting pulled over.

You pulled off to the side of the road and then rolled down your window.

"License and registration," the officer told you. He looked young, maybe a rookie.

"What's the problem officer?" you asked. Jay always told you that you had a right to know why you had been pulled over.

"You were going three miles over the speed limit, did you know that?"

"I don't recall how fast I was driving." Jay always told you never to admit to speeding because then you could fight the ticket if you ended up getting one.

"License and registration, please," he repeated.

"Reaching into my glove compartment and moving some CDs to get my registration," you narrated and then handed the registration to the officer. "Reaching over to my passenger seat to grab my purse which has my license in it...unzipping my purse...reaching in for my license." You handed him your license.

He ran your information and then came back to the window. "I'm sorry, Miss, but I have to give you a ticket."

You furrowed your eyebrows. For three miles over the speed limit? No fucking way was this happening.

"Uh," was all you could say.

"But, there is something you can do to get out of this ticket. You help me out, I help you out."

"I- I don't understand," you stuttered.

He looked down and you followed where he was looking and cupping himself with the hand that wasn't holding your license and registration.

"I- I..."

"Or I can just up this speeding ticket to going twenty miles over it. Say there was an open container in the car, too," he said.

You had no idea what to say. You couldn't risk getting your insurance upped and getting a minor in possession charge. You'd never be allowed to drive again!

But, there's no way you'd do this. You couldn't. But he was so much bigger than you that he could hold you down with one hand tied behind his back.

He placed his hand on the door handle. "You have three seconds to make your decision. One...Two..."

"My brother's Jay Halstead! Badge number 51163! His Sergeant's Hank Voight!" Your voice trembled as you yelled that and you were close to tears.

He looked back down at your license. It did say Y/N Halstead on it. He handed you back your license and registration. "Have a nice night."

Then, he walked back to his patrol car, got in, turned off the sirens, and drove off. You were so scared that you didn't even look to see what his last name or badge number was.

Once you had stayed pulled over for a good couple of minutes to make sure that the cop was nowhere in sight, you started driving again. You stopped at a drive-thru and got yourself a chocolate flurry with Oreos. Then, you sat in the parking lot with your hands still shaking and your heart still racing as you ate and started to cry. You cried for almost half an hour and waited there for another fifteen minutes so your eyes wouldn't be as puffy when you got home because you didn't want Jay asking questions.

"Y/N, you good?" Jay asked, taking you out of your thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah," you said quickly...almost too quickly. "Why?"

"Will just asked if you wanted to go back because we missed a song and you didn't answer."

"Yeah, I can do that." You quickly went back to the previous song and tried to sing with as much happiness as you did previously. But, you didn't get the image of that night or the feeling of dread out of your stomach for another hour.

***

You woke up the next morning very well-rested. The boys had taken the loft and the two twin beds that were up there and you got to take your mom and dad's old room because you were the only girl, so they said it was only fair that you got the bedroom.

You heard the dripping of water and got out of bed and then padded down the hall and to the kitchen. Jay was standing there in pajama pants and a t-shirt. (Thank God he wasn't shirtless for once in the morning. Your brothers really needed to learn how to put shirts on when they walked out of their rooms in the morning...and maybe by you telling them to put a shirt on all the time, you training them had finally paid off.) He drummed his fingers on the counter while he waited for the coffee to be done.

"Morning," you said.

He turned around. "Good morning. Shocked you're awake. It's only 8 am."

"And I'm shocked you haven't been up for two hours," you retorted.

"Oh, I've been up for an hour, just been reading upstairs. Will's not up yet, though."

"He always sleeps late when he doesn't have to work though, doesn't he?"

"Pretty much. We've made breakfast plans before and he's missed them because he was sleeping."

The timer went off on the coffee pot, alerting you that it was finished. Jay started to pour his in a tumbler. He held out a tumbler to you. You raised an eyebrow, silently wondering why he wasn't pouring it into a mug.

"I was gonna go for a morning canoe ride. You can come along if you want. Wouldn't want hot coffee spilling all over us," he told you.

"Did you bring creamer?" you asked.

"Irish cream creamer, just for you."

You reached into the fridge and grabbed the creamer.

"So, canoe ride?" Jay asked.

"Sure."

He poured coffee into a tumbler for you and then slid it to you to put your desired amount of creamer in.

***

Twenty minutes later, you were starting out in the canoe. You told Jay there was no way in hell that you'd be doing the rowing. He told you that he could only row with one arm because of his sling, so you'd have to do the other side. Skeptically, you started rowing. Jay told you that you'd be fine, just to follow his instructions.

Fifteen minutes later, when you were out in the middle of the lake, facing the forests of Wisconsin, he stopped.

"Why'd you stop?" you asked.

He picked up his tumbler of coffee off the floor of the canoe. "We need to talk."

"About what?" you asked as you picked up yours as well and held it with both hands.

"About your reaction last night when I got pulled over. You freaked. I need to know why."

"I- I didn't freak. I was just tired," you lied.

"You had quite the amount of energy right before that," he quipped.

"It's nothing."

"Y/N, I'm not letting this go. Is it because of the protests and riots and because of all the media coverage and those few bad apple cops and, I guess the system, that you're seeing that's making you nervous?"

"No, it's not that."

"Then what is it?"

"You're not going to let this go are you?" you asked.

"I will stay in this canoe in the middle of the lake until you tell me what is going on, Y/N Halstead."

"You wouldn't."

Jay shrugged with the arm that wasn't currently in a sling. "Try me."

You sighed. "Just don't be mad that I didn't tell you sooner, okay?"

"I won't. You have my word on that."

"So, a little over a month ago I was driving home from the library..."

***

When you finished, you were in tears. "Did you get a last name? Badge number?" Jay asked as he rubbed circles on your back with his good hand.

You sniffled. "N- No. I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing at all."

"If I wouldn't have said- said your name...He had his hand on my door handle! And he was so much bigger than me. I'm sorry!"

You turned and buried your face in his chest. "Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry for."

"I should've told you right away, though! But you just had that really rough case and I didn't want to put too much on your shoulders and--"

"Y/N, I need you to take a deep breath. You need to breathe. This was not your fault. None of it was."

You calmed your breathing and just sat there, silent tears streaming down your face.

"That's why I wanted to go to the protests," you said after a few minutes. "Because I've actually had a bad experience with a cop."

"Which should've never happened in the first place."

"I was so scared," you whispered.

Jay just hugged you tighter as he thought about how strong his little sister was. You had given blood to save his life even though you knew you'd feel terrible after and you hadn't told him about this horrible cop--which he would kick this cop's ass the minute the got back to Chicago--because you didn't want him to have too much on his plate after that terrible case where he put an innocent man in jail and got him killed...which was the main reason he had been shot.

"When we get back to the cabin, I'll try and call Voight. I don't know if I'll have service, though."

"Why?" you asked.

"I'm gonna have him look up who was on their beat near you that night so he can go interrogate people on my behalf. Probably best he does it and not me." Because Jay knew that the minute he saw that cop, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back.

You nodded.

"Hey, cheer up, kid. We're here for two weeks, away from everything. Away from the city and everything that goes on there. And I can promise you that that cop will get what's coming to him, whether that be losing his job or going to jail or prison."

"Do I have to tell Will? Or can you tell him? I really don't want to talk about this again."

"I can do it," Jay answered. "Speaking of Will, if he's not up when we get back, what do we say we wake him up with some cold lake water?"

"Like dump it on him?" you asked as you widened your eyes. Jay nodded. "No, that's mean. Then he'll have to wait for his sheets to dry out and they'll smell the entire time."

"We have spare sheets and blankets in the closet."

"Fine, let's do it. But just so you know, I'm telling him that it was your idea and I also have a lock on my bedroom door here, which will make it harder for him to sneak in and dump water on me."

"I will be sleeping in your room tonight," Jay joked.

"Nope. It was your idea, so you're gonna have to live with Will's payback."

Those two weeks were filled with laughter, pranks, board games, corn hole, swimming, fishing (well, you read either in the canoe or on the dock while the boys fished), and just spending time with each other. You were glad that Will had the bright idea to take two weeks up here...even though he got drenched in cold lake water the first morning by you and Jay.

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marvelouspeterparker · 4 years ago

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all worth it

pairing: tom holland x interviewer!reader

summary: tom is an actor, doing interviews is a part of his job. but there’s just something about you that makes him feel like the stress that comes with press tours and interviews is all worth it.

warnings: none, just fluff

notes: literally got this idea from looking at an onward interview gif (the one where he recites the lines from back to the future, iykyk) also imagine the pandemic never happened in this jfskgh

so tom loves his job, obviously

he gets to be his number one favorite superhero, make people happy, do what he loves, and more

but that doesn’t mean that there are no downsides to his career

there is actually a lot of stress that comes with being in the limelight and that includes people constantly watching your every move, being critiqued, questioned and put on the spot

and the perfect time for all this to occur? during interviews

now some of the time, interviews are nice, sometimes they’re even fun

but unfortunately a lot of the time, the same questions are asked in each and every one, one after the other, for hours on end and it honestly gets very boring and very draining very fast

so to be quite frank, he wasn’t expecting much when he walked into the next room for his last interview of the day

but when you walked in, he couldn’t help but perk up a bit

you were pretty and you seemed very nice as well, greeting everyone, including the crew as you made your way over to tom, jacob and zendaya

some of the interviewers would just walk straight to their seat and start the questions almost immediately, no warmth in their manners––but you, you were different

you shook each of their hands, smiling wide as you said hello

you couldn’t really contain your enthusiasm, you were a big marvel fan, and a fan of each of them, so you couldn’t tame your smile even if you wanted to

your energy was infectious and tom was more than grateful for it

when you reached him, he looked into your eyes deeply and you had to snap out of your daze before you made a fool of yourself

‘hello darling’ he licked his lips as he looked up at you, a gracious smile on his face and you blinked a couple times before responding

‘hi it’s––so nice to meet you, i’m a big fan.’ you turned to look at the others, ‘of all of you, really.’

they all ‘aww’ed and accepted your compliments, thanking you as you took your seat

when you were given the green light to start, you gave a curt nod to the crew behind the cameras and started right away

you were professional and good at your job, making the cast feel welcome and at ease after a long day of work

you told jokes, asked interesting questions that others hadn’t and since you were a marvel fan, you were able to ask specific questions that showed your genuine interest in the comics, the films, the plots and more

tom could feel himself getting more comfortable as the interview went on and the smile never left his face throughout the entire thing

when it ended and they turned the cameras off, you all felt a bit disappointed that you would have to say goodbye so soon, you were all having a good time and genuinely laughing so hard that your cheeks hurt

you thanked them all for their time and jacob was quick to wave you off

‘no thank you––i think we can all agree that we saved the best for last today.’ he looked to his friends and they nodded along

zendaya chimed in ‘for real, this was fun.’

you smiled, honored that you managed to make their day a little better and tom spoke up quietly, making you turn to look at him

‘yeah this, this was really great. thank you y/n.’

you could feel your cheeks heating up but you nodded, smiling as you tried your best to calm your raging heartbeat ‘my pleasure’

tom would have loved to speak with you more afterwards honestly, but unfortunately as soon as he exited the room, he and his friends were being ushered towards the next location for the day, preparing for the long week they still had ahead of them

though you had hoped to see more of tom, you only had one interview with him, so you wouldn’t be seeing him any time soon

or so you thought, anyway

your boss surprised you with a chance to go to the premiere, and interview some of the cast and other actors on the red carpet of course (since you were there for work)

you honestly thought that if tom did see you, he would only give you a small wave, maybe a slight head nod at best since you’d already interviewed him, but to your surprise, when he saw you, he smiled immediately and made his way over to you, swerving away from his entourage (which consisted of his brothers, assistant, and others you didn’t recognize)

‘hi love, how are you?’

his eyes were shining under the bright lights on the carpet and there were hundreds of shouts and conversations going on around you, but he somehow managed to make you focus only on him, from his voice and presence alone

‘good! how are you? you excited? nervous?’

he laughed, tilting his head, ‘both, but you know, i’m really proud of this film and i’m ready for people to see it’

you didn’t have much time to talk since there were plenty of other interviewers, journalists and on top of that he had to take pictures so you wished him good luck and he thanked you genuinely

‘i have to run, but be sure to tell me what you think of the movie afterwards, yeah? i know you’re a marvel fan, wanna see if it lives up to your standards’ he winked and you stuttered for a bit, agreeing as he walked off

you were shocked that he wanted to hear your opinion, but granted there was a camera on you both, which you might have forgotten about while you were talking

but you couldn’t help but think, was that flirting? does he really want to know what i think?

you tried to push the butterflies down and focus on the film as you watched and honestly, it was easy to forget about everything else once you looked at the screen

the film, the plot, tom––everything was so captivating and entertaining, you couldn’t look away even if you tried

it wasn’t until after the film had ended, and you’d stayed for both end credit scenes that you realized you had no way of contacting tom

surely he would have things to do after this, after parties maybe? so you most likely wouldn’t see him outside

and it’s not like he followed you on instagram––he probably wouldn’t even see your dm if you sent one

as you were on your way out, thinking about all this, you felt a hand tap your shoulder and you turned, a smile on your face

but soon realizing it wasn’t who you’d hoped, you tried to not let the disappointment show on your face but as you looked clearly, you realized the man looked familiar

‘hi’ he smiled, ‘i’m tom’s assistant’ you nodded, greeting him a little confused

‘tom’ he started, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket, ‘wanted me to give you this’ he handed you the paper and you opened it, feeling your stomach jump when you realized a number was scribbled on it, signed -tom ;)

without even realizing, you stared at the ink on the paper for a few seconds silently before his assistant snapped you out of it

‘he wanted you to know that he’s not a dick and he would have come if he could’

you laughed and looked up at him

‘honestly he felt really bad he couldn’t come himself, trust me.’

you nodded and put the paper in your bag, ‘thank you, i’ll be sure to use this’ you smiled

he smiled too, ‘tom hopes you will’

you had a feeling that tom would be busy that night, and probably hungover the next morning, so you waited a couple of days before contacting him

and during those two days, tom was honestly freaking out inside...and outside

were you not interested? was he too forward? did he do something wrong? did you get the wrong idea of him?

he was even texting harrison, jacob and zendaya about it in their group chat

tom: i’m an idiot aren’t i

zendaya: yeah but we already knew that

tom: 😑

harrison: i’m sure she’ll text you, maybe she’s just busy

jacob: yeah man, you’re a total catch

jacob: and anyway if she doesn’t want you, i’ll have you 😏

tom: thanks babe 😘

zendaya: i’m just gonna go––

tom: but anyway, i don’t think i’ll ever shoot my shot ever again because this is just embarrassing

not even a full minute passed before the he send the next text

tom: nevermind she just texted me

tom almost dropped his phone when he saw the message pop up

maybe: y/n: hi tom! this is y/n :) i’m free to give you my thoughts on the movie when you are

you felt like you were going to be sick when you hit send on the message––you didn’t want to bother him, it’d been several days, what if he changed his mind?

and you––nevermind he responded immediately

tom: hi darling :) i’m glad you used my number

tom: i’m free to talk now actually, we could facetime if that’s easier? only if you want, of course

you paused when you read his text, luckily you had showered and gotten dressed today so you didn’t look a mess but you opened the camera just to check if you looked alright

were you really about to facetime tom holland?

when you finished fixing your hair, smoothing down your eyebrows and licking your lips, you swallowed your nerves and replied

y/n: sure, i’d like that

he took a deep breath and hit the call button, eagerly waiting for it to connect when you answered

when you both came into view, you smiled, greeting each other shyly

‘was a little worried when you didn’t call me that night’ he admitted sheepishly

your brows raised, surprised ‘oh i just––i assumed you would have been busy you know, after parties and all that’ you laughed and he joined you, a small smile on his face

‘darling even if you called me during the party, i would have left just to talk to you––missed hearing your voice honestly’

when you paused to answer a blush coated his cheeks and you couldn’t help but think how cute he looked

‘sorry was that lame?’ he laughed nervously and you shook your head, biting your lip to suppress your smile

‘no––that was, really sweet actually. i––like talking to you too, it’s really nice’

soon you get to talking about the actual movie and you couldn’t stop the praises from flowing

‘honestly it was incredible tom, you were incredible, i loved it’

‘thank you love, i’m really glad you enjoyed it, i was hoping you would.’

and the way that tom smiled bashfully and blushed, even pointing the camera away from his face to hide at one point had you swooning more than ever

after that, you and tom texted here and there, sometimes even facetiming, and he wouldn’t hesitate to compare you to his other interviewers and even tell you about it

‘had an interview today, can’t even compare it to yours, love’

you just rolled your eyes, a smile on your face ‘oh shut up, tom’

you talk often but due to both of your busy schedules, months go by before you see each other again

you run into him at red carpets for other marvel movies, and there’s never a dull moment between the two of you

‘‘there’s my favorite interviewer’ his smile was wide as he walked up to you. ‘you excited for this one?’

you scoffed, fully having a conversation with tom as though you weren’t on camera ‘of course i am, it looks amazing’

‘even better than my movies?’

you raised your hands in surrender, ‘legally, i can’t answer that’

he put a hand to his chest, acting dramatically offended ‘wow well, i guess it’s time for me to go then’

‘at least save me a seat?’ you joked

‘you know i will’ he smirked

by the time ‘the devil all the time’ press came about, you hadn’t told tom that you were assigned to interview him, honestly it was a last minute schedule change

honestly, he’d gotten good at hiding his bad moods from the public, but you’d known him for enough time now to be able to see when he wasn’t at his 100%

which is why you could see him visibly brighten up when he walked into the room and saw you

‘what are you doing here?’ he asked, clearly (pleasantly) surprised as he hugged you

‘uh, my job?’ you joked, ‘you didn’t actually think i only interviewed for the mcu did you?’

he blushed, ‘well i uh––no, obviously not’ he said unconvincingly but you brushed him aside as you got ready for the interview

once you started, tom couldn’t help but smile as he watched you, you were just really good at your job and he enjoyed being with you, even when it was for work

‘so obviously audiences are used to seeing you as peter parker, a rather lighthearted character, despite all the hardships he’s had to face––would you say approaching a character as dark as this was challenging in any way? mentally, emotionally, or just in regards to the fact that the public would be seeing a new, more sinister, villainous side to you?’

‘i mean it was a little daunting, definitely. but i was excited to sort of branch out mentally and challenge myself emotionally for this role––the story was fascinating to me and i was just so proud to be a part of this project, i tried not to think of any downsides.’

he paused and licked his lips, a glint in his eyes. ‘and honestly, we all have a little bit of a dark side, don’t we?’

you paused. of all times to flirt––

‘well hopefully not to the same extent of your character,’ you joked and thankfully the conversation smoothly transitioned elsewhere

now the fans took notice of your bond with tom

they noticed that tom seemed to smile the brightest and laugh the loudest during your interviews, even jumping into other conversations and answers to questions that were directed to his costars

there were dozens of videos, hundreds of edits––

‘tom falling for his interviewer for 9 minutes straight’

and you’d seen them––it was sort of impossible for you to not

you’d been tagged in so many of them, even your friends sent them to you

i mean you weren’t blind, tom was attractive and he did make your heart flutter but you assumed that he didn’t want a relationship since his career was only progressing, skyrocketing either––it would probably be difficult to maintain a solid relationship, or maybe he just wasn’t interested in you so you said nothing

it wasn’t until he had a break from filming that he asked you to hangout, and still you thought nothing of it, until he asked what time he should pick you up

you paused, and he even thought that you froze when really you were just processing what he said

‘like a––date?’ you asked hesitantly

he smiled, scratching the back of his head nervously, ‘yeah? yeah i––like a date.’

you smiled, ‘i would love to tom. but aren’t you worried about pictures spreading online? headlines and all that? i wouldn’t want to add any more stress––’

‘i promise love,’ he interrupted your worried rant, ‘you make it all worth it.’

#idk how i feel about this might delete it we’ll see #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland hc #tom holland headcanon #tom holland headcannon #tom holland fluff #tom holland x interviewer!reader

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sweetkingdomstarlight-blog · 4 years ago

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they were roommates

Warnings - non consensual sex, anal sex, somnophilia, forced drug use

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words - over 2k

A/N - READ THE WARNINGS - I can’t stress this enough. Also if you are under 18 just shoo, bugger off. I wrote this from a prompt on @darkficsyouneveraskedfor stalker writing challenge, the prompt was your roommate isn’t who you thought they were. I’m still super new to writing and this is new territory for me, as always a huge massive thankyou to my beautiful wife @buckyownsmylife she helped me a lot and continues to hype me up.

It’s been six weeks since your friend got a new job upstate and moved out,. You’ve had an advert out for a new roommate but so far everyone who’s applied has either been rude or hasn’t shown up. You’re running low on your savings and would probably accept Satan himself if he could pay his fair share. That’s when your latest applicant knocked on your door.

James was polite and charming, he offered to pay a month up front to secure the room and could move in as soon as possible. You felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders when he moved in later that week, it was a bit odd that he had no friends to help him but he didn’t seem to have a lot of stuff and had himself sorted while you worked in your home office.

The first night he offered to buy pizza and beers so you could get to know each other better, it turns out you two had a lot of things in common and he was easy to get along with. You must have had a few too many beers because your head felt fuzzy, deciding it was time to go to bed. You said goodnight to James and stood up but felt so dizzy you had to immediately sit back down. James was so sweet though, looking after you, he actually picked you up and put you to bed so you didn't have to walk the short distance to your room.

Waking up the next morning you realised you were wearing a t-shirt you didn’t recognise but you didn’t remember getting changed, your mouth felt strangely dry so you got up for a drink. That’s when the soreness hit you, in between your legs, rushing to the bathroom you were confused that you weren’t getting your period and nothing seemed to be different. You assumed you were getting sick and went for hot tea to soothe yourself.

Sitting at the kitchen counter drinking and nibbling on some dry toast, James walks in looking like he’s just been for a run. He grabs a bottle of water and walks over to you giggling “you can’t possibly be hungover you only had three drinks last night” you look up at him smirking and sarcastically respond, “yeah, well, maybe I’m just a lightweight”.

As you get up to clear away your mess he clears his throat making you turn. “Should we have a system for when we have people over in the future?” You look at him confused. “I’m sorry what do you mean? Do you want to bring someone over tonight?”

He chuckles at you, “Well no, not tonight but if you want your friend from last night to come back I can make sure you have some privacy,” he offers you, smirking at the confused look on your face.

“I’m sorry, I don't understand, I went to sleep last night. I didn’t have anyone over.” Taking a step closer, he leans on the counter separating you both. “Then who did I hear you with last night and who did I kick out this morning?” You stare at him open mouthed and scurry off to your room to check your phone for some clues, you feel your chest tighten when you see that you matched with someone last night and invited him over. How could you not remember? You were absolutely mortified, what is James going to think of you now?

Sitting in your home office talking to idiot customers on the phone all day, you try to take your mind off what happened last night. How can you have invited someone over, had sex and apparently stolen his t-shirt without even knowing? You vow there and then you aren’t drinking ever again. However, the end of the week rolls by and it's been the absolute worst, your boss is a dick, your customers are all idiots and to top it off your best friend hasn’t responded to your calls all week and you don’t know why.

You have a quick shower and decide to spend the night binge watching whatever you can find on Netflix when James sits next to you handing you a gin and tonic. “Thanks but I’m not drinking for a little while.” You go to put the drink down but he pushes it up to your mouth

“Don’t be silly, you’ve had a hard week. One drink won’t hurt” smiling at him you take a sip and he’s right, you instantly relax and get cosy on the sofa, ordering chinese and laughing at the show you both decide on. Waking up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth again, you find yourself laying on your bed but this time you have your own clothes on which is a relief. Standing up, you feel a bit weird round the back like you’ve been stretched out with one of your plugs but that’s not possible, they’re hidden in your box under the bed.

You drink a big glass of water and sit on the kitchen counter, a little uncomfortably, but quietly and relax. Something has been off the last week and you can’t put your finger on it, it's always weird when you get a new roommate and you’ve put it down to that but you just sense something isn’t quite right. You lean your head back on the wall behind you and get a surprise when James walks round the corner. “Hey doll, you feeling ok? You looked a bit sickly earlier and went to bed. I didn’t want to wake you up.”

You nod at how sweet he was and drink some more water before hopping down. “I’m fine just going to sleep it off.” He takes your glass for you, offering to wash it and says goodnight, watching you walk away very closely and licking his lips as his eyes roam over your body.

It’s been a few weeks now since James moved in, he’s got to be the best roommate you’ve ever had. He pays his bills on time, keeps the place spotless and he’s such a good cook, always making food and drinks for you. It's lucky that he’s so kind because none of your friends seem to be in touch anymore, you message them and even try calling them but no one ever replies.

You sit watching your usual Friday night film with drinks and Chinese takeout, talking to James about both your weeks, tonight though he sits closer than usual and his face seems to light up when you talk to him. He’s possibly the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in real life, you’ve never looked at him that way before because not only is he your roommate but he’s so far out of your league it's laughable. You tell one of your stupid jokes and he laughs with his whole body, his arm goes around the back of the sofa and he pulls you in close, hugging into him, you relax biting your lip when he kisses the top of your head.

That was the beginning of it for you both. You had daily movie nights, he cooked for you every day, listened when you got upset that your friends seemed to have dropped you and even encouraged you to start running with him. Everything felt perfect, you still occasionally woke up sore with a dry mouth but James told you it was just your body getting used to all the exercise you were now doing. Both of you had really found each other, loners who just needed someone to listen.

You went down to collect your mail one day and stood talking to your elderly neighbour when she told you how familiar James looked, she couldn’t work out where she knew him from but she praised you on finding such a nice young man who apparently had carried her groceries up the stairs for her when the elevator was broken. Smiling at her you told her to have a good morning and went back to your apartment looking at the thick brown envelope addressed to you, you never really got anything in the post except the occasional leaflet. James had made you a coffee and you smiled at him taking the package in your room to open while you got ready to have a shower.

In the shower you decided tonight would be the night with James, you shaved yourself from head to toe and used your best lotions. Winking at him as you walked to your room, he had a weird look on his face and couldn’t seem to look at you. In your room the envelope had been moved, it looked like it was open too. Bending down to pick it up you hear James behind you but before you can turn around you feel a pain in your neck and everything goes dark.

You wake up with a blinding headache and go to move but your body feels too heavy. “Ssshh sweetheart, don’t move, I had to tie you up for your own safety.” You look at him confused, trying to pull on your wrists but you can’t move.

“James, what’s happening?” Sitting next to you he slips some ice chips in your mouth to ease your dry throat and takes a deep breath.

“You can blame your friend, we were so happy and she had to try and take you away from me.” A tear runs down your cheek, you’ve never heard him talk like this and it’s terrifying. “I told your little friends to leave you alone or I’d take care of them all but they just didn’t listen.” He throws the envelope down and slowly shows you the newspaper clippings and articles they had sent you, apparently he was on the run and considered dangerous, something to do with what happened with the helicarriers that crashed a few months ago.

“I’m not the Winter Soldier anymore,” he says with a smirk, wiping your tears away and tutting. “Don’t be scared of me, I’m doing this for you, for us!” Pulling on the restraints on your feet and arms again he shouts, “Enough!” You stop immediately, scared of what he‘ll do if you don’t. “You were so nice to me on the phone when I first got free, you helped me hire that car that brought me to New York. I hacked into your company's database and found you. Your roommate was easy to convince with a little bit of money and I hired all those people to come and see you so when I finally got my chance you’d want me as much as I’ve wanted you”

“Why didn’t you just ask me out like a normal person?” You managed to stutter out, trying not to sound too pathetic.

“You never leave the house, you stay home all day working then sit watching TV all night, I saw you through the webcam. You really should be more careful.” He smirks before running his fingers over your naked body. Feeling how smooth and soft your skin is he smiles. “Did you do all this for me? Sweetheart, I’ve already had all of you, you don’t have to do anything special for me. I love you just the way you are”.

The realisation hits you and you sob loudly. “Have you been touching me while I sleep?” He tilts his head to the side and looks at you with so much admiration.

“You’re so smart, I’ve been preparing you to be mine. I didn’t know how long it's been since you’ve been with a real man, not those silly little toys under your bed and I wanted our first time to be special. I even set up that fake dating account so you would think you had a guy over on that first night.” He strokes your cheek and you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from crying.

“James I’m cold, can you untie me and we can talk properly, please.” He studies your face for a brief moment before leaning forward and chuckling in your ear.

“You can’t think I’m that stupid baby, oh and you can call me Bucky now. If you’re going to be mine forever we need to get better acquainted.” He drops his sweatpants and straddles your hips. “We’re going to have so much fun”.

#bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #Winter Soldier

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beauty-of-depravation · 4 years ago

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Under My Roof

A/N : this was supposed to come out for Valentine's day. And then life happend and I'm posting it a month later 😅 this is pure filth, it's only smut, PwP. This all started with a message exchange with the incredibly funny @badassbuchanan 😂 after sending her the second gif 😂

Word count : 8K

Warnings : dégradation and knife play so discrete you won't see it, exhibitionnisme...etc. +18 !!! Maybe a bit of angst I'm not even sure, and a cheesy poorly written ending. Enjoy !💘

Plot : your are Bucky's maid.

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You were lost in your thoughts, while walking back to Bucky Barnes's home. Your eyes wondering over the couples that walked past you.

Valentine's day. Again. You hated this day. This painful reminder of your loneliness. The reminder that you weren't with the man of your dreams. Well yes, indeed you were painfully close to the man of your dreams.

You change his sheets. Prepare his meals. Go grocery shopping for him. Clean his house. Take care of him when he was sick.

But you weren't with him. You were just the maid.

You were the one he sent to go buy flowers and a box of chocolate. A bouquet and sweets he would give to another woman tonight. While you would fall asleep, alone, in a house that was not yours. After completing tasks that were of no interest to you.

Of course you were more than well paid for your services, but ...you had no free time. You worked six days a week and on your only free day you were too exhausted to go out, so you stayed in your room all day sleeping or reading, which didn't allow you to build a single serious relationship in three years of this job. And ... if you were being totally honest...also the fact that you had the biggest crush on your boss.

And every Valentine's Day you'd remember that you.had.nothing. No boyfriend. No home for yourself. Every Valentine's Day you remember that you didn't build anything. You spend your life ordering the life of a man who does not see you. Around you your friends have homes of their own, husbands, children, a future. And you ...

Arggg! Getting into the house, you angrily put down the bouquet of flowers and the box of chocolate that Bucky asked you to buy for his evening date on the kitchen table. It was already about 5pm, normally you'd start on dinner but he told you not to cook tonight, and if you wanted you could have something delivered for yourself. Fuck him. Fuck Bucky Barnes.

You locked yourself in your room. And soon after, you hear him leave the house.

You try to read, but you can't concentrate. You go on tiktok and instagram, Tumblr and finally you end up on pornhub. Your eyes move from video to video and when you find something that appeals to you, your hand quickly slides straight inside your panties, Without giving the rest of your body any attention.

Your fingers find your clitoris, and begin to massage slowly, but as soon as the pleasure begin to rise, a pair of blue eyes appear in your memory, and your movements suddenly stop. No ! You don't want to think about him now!

You shake your head, breathe out, and try to refocus on the video. But as soon as your hand starts moving, it's his face that pops into your head, his voice, his smile, his body ... NO! It is pathetic. You can not let yourself think about your boss, who by the way must absolutely not be thinking about you at the moment, while masturbating on Valentine's Day. It's ... really pathetic. Suddenly angry at yourself, at him, and at the work, you close your porn and go to playstore.

You download the first three dating apps you find and sign up for the three. No way your spending Valentine's Day eating fast food on the sofa while thinking of your boss. Masturcraying is not for you, not today, not ever.

You choose your prettiest photo and select it as a profile picture. You select: "Partners near you". And just like that, the profiles appear on your screen, and you just have to pick and choose.

Few hours and some weirdos later, you are chatting with a nice guy, attractive enough, funny and chatty.

From Theo to Y/N « you want to go out ?»

From Y/N to Theo «yes ! Let me ask my boss first»

And then it occurred to you. He didn't even ask you if you had plans for tonight. He didn't even think about giving you your night.

Annoyed, you quickly texted

From Y/N to Mr.Barnes « Sir, i have plans, can i have my night?» you wait and wait...but the answer comes only half an hour later.

From Mr.Barnes to Y/N «No, you should have asked yesterday. I'm expecting a package around eight, please don't forget to pick it up»

From Y/N to Mr.Barnes «Please Sir, i never asked you for a day off. I'm feeling a little bit down. I really think going out would help, i could ask for mr's Happkins to reception the package, I'll get it first thing back»

From Mr.Barnes to Y/N «No. You'll have you little date in your free day. I'm busy i don't have time to text»

Fuck.him. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck him. Fuck. Him. Fuck him.

From Y/N to Mr Barnes «FUCK YOU.»

Delete.

From Y/N to Theo « My boss isn't here, wanna join?»

4 hours later.

You are drunk. Drunk on the best alcohol you ever had. Drunk on an alcohol you'd never be able to afford. Where did you get it from ? Bucky's cabinet.

He won't be here until tomorrow, you have all the time.

You turn your head to the cute guy next to you, curly blond hair, slim and tall and a shiny smile. Perfect.

You lean in to kiss him. You don't even remember he's name. You share the taste of the delicious alcohol on your tongues, you laugh between kisses, joke between messy body grabbing, and play cat and mouse around the table. Your tops are off, your lips swollen. «Eat me out» you state, no second thought. «That's bold» he says, opening wide eyes but smiling. «I'm sick of being good...» «It's okey, i like bold»

You sit down on the couch, pull your skirt up, take off your panties, and lay back.

The boy doesn't wait to get on his knees between your legs, and he gets right to work. His tongue teasing your entrance, and his lips kissing your clit playfully.

Fuck Bucky. This is a nice boy. Fuck,Why are you thinking about Bucky ? And why is your heart tightening ? Fuck. Tonight you deserve better. This doesn't feel like enough. Not enough to fuck your boss out of your mind «Let's go to one of the rooms» you say purposefully.

He looks at you, eyes sparkly «Whatever the lady asks for» the blond smiles at you, getting up, and ...not helping you get up. It's alright, you're not looking for romance any way.

You chose the nicest room. The biggest one, after Bucky's. As soon as you get in, the boys hand are on your waist, pulling you back against him. His lips on your neck making you giggle. He moves them to you breast, your only wearing your bra. «Can you help me take it off ? I have trouble with this things, bras hate me !» you laugh and help him take off the underwear as he unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the ground.

You feel yourself getting excited, this is so new to you ! Having a stranger in your big scary boss's house, and letting him fuck you. That's... liberating! And if you thought about feeling guilty, the way he replied to your message came to your mind and you'd just think “fuck him”

You jump on the bed, and invite your partner to join you, he does and as soon as he is next to you he attaches his mouth to one of your nipples, and his hand go directly to your pussy, teasing your entrance once again, you slid your hand towards his boxers, feeling his cock getting harder between your fingers as you pump up and down his lengh. You kiss slowly while teasing one another, moaning in each other's mouth.

But then, the blue eyes again. The metalic blue eyes of you boss appear in you mind. The beautiful mesmerizing blue eyes, that beautiful face, those lips, the smirk, the jaw the body, you wonder if his cock is thicker then ...OH DEAR GOD. THAT IS ENOUGH.

«Hey.» you awkwardly start. «Yeah ?»

«Wanna...get inside ?» (NDA : yes kids, sexe with a stranger is more awkward then sexy)

«Sure ! That's not an offer you say no to !» He stumble in the covers getting up, reach for his jeans and grabs a condom in the back pocket. He opens them and it takes few seconds of fumbling and shaky hands to get the condom in place, while you're lying there looking at him.

You both laugh awkwardly, as he gets on top of you, looks for the entrance few seconds, and start sliding inside. It feels nice. See ! you don't need fucking rude and sexy Mr.Barnes.

«Harder. Go harder.» he start thrusting faster, and you close your eyes. Concentrating on the feeling and the friction. but soon enough, the blue eyes try to make a new appearance, and you open back your eyes, to escape his.

He has nice hair. Nice blond locks. He looks cute, a slow building pleasure starts raising in your belly. Imagine his beared on your inner thighs, and his tongue battling your into submission, and ...his cock stretching your walls, and you orgasm is getting closer and closer, you push your hand over your mouth to keep your moans down, he doesn't go deep but he goes fast enough for you to feel ready to cum, on top of that you've been watching a lot of porn and dirty tumblr to get you there rapidly. and just as you pussy clenchs, he stops everything. Fuck Fuck Fuck, you try to buck your hips but nothing will save you, You just had a ruined orgasm !

«what, i, i !!! » « think someone is coming in.» he whispers.

You stop breathing as you hear a key turning in the lock.

The front door.

Fuck.

Only two people have this key, you ...and Barnes. Fuck. He is back.

Fuck Fuck Fuck. «My boss is back, fuck, hide !»

You put on your shirt no bra, your skirt no panties, you close the door of the room where you leave the boy, and run out at full speed. A second after you are in the living room, collecting his shirt on the couch, trying to hide the mess, you just have the time to push the empty alcohol bottle under the couch before Mr.Barnes appears.

«What are you doing ?» He says, suspicious, looking at you messy appearance. «Nothing, just cleaning.»

«at 11 pm ?» he raises a suspicious eyebrow. «I...icouldn't sleep.»

Your underwear. Shit. It's right on the edge of the couch. “Please don't notice, please don't notice, please don't notice” «well, since you are awake, could you draw me a bath ? I'm exhausted.» «Yes, sir.»

You go out as quick as possible, and passing by the end of the couch, you try to discreetly grab the underwear, you roll it in your fist, and run up the stairs. Once in the bathroom, you try to rearrange your hair, and start preparing the bath in a hurry, terrified at the thought that your boss could go to the friend's room you used (which he never does) and find your little...date.

While the water start to warm up, you hear the bathroom door open, and close in your back. And Mr Barnes just sits there, in your back, watching you, watching your every movement. Your fist is in front of you, tightly clenched on the underwear. His look is sharp, you feel it burning you skin, you are so aware of your own appearance. You are usually so put together. It must be the fist time in three years of working for him that he sees you in such a state.

What could he possibly be thinking. He is looking at you in such a way that your hands shake.

Maybe ...if he asks questions...you could tell him you were masturbating when he came in ? Sure it would be a shame, but ... It would be believable, and he would be to embarassed to look any further. You shake you head, trying to steady your hands, while adding salts in the water but then ... «You can go, I'll do that myself» he comes up right behind you, really really close.

He doesn't need to repeat himself, you furtively slip under his shoulder before running away

When you hear the bathroom door close again, you run towards the guest room and try to open the door quietly. But...it's locked. You try and try again and it's locked. «Hey it's me» you whisper. «Can I go now ?» Whispers the boy, from the other side. «Yeah, Open the door, why did you lock it ?»

«I didn't, i heard it get locked, i thought it was you.»

You brain stops working. Why would Barnes ever lock a guest room door ?

Deep inside you know. There is no other explanation. Your heart stops beating. But you head is desperately looking for any reason he would do that. There is none. There is only one : he knows. He know and you just lost your job. You feel tears gather in your eyes. God why did you have to be so stupid !? Sure, now is the time to regret. Fuck.

«I'll come back to open, can you just ...give me some time ?»

«What ? Are you fucking kidding me ?!»

You don't answer, and try opening the drawer where you know your boss puts a double of keys, but it's locked. You go to your room, think about gathering your personal effects, but then...your hands are shaking, and a small part of you still think "maybe he doesn't know, maybe there is an explanation"

You go back to the living room and start walking back and forth like a trapped animal. It lasts about twenty minutes. Until you hear it. You hear you name. From the bath room.

A commanding voice. Telling you to come here.

You hesitate a second.

But you have no choice.

You slowly start climbing the stairs.

Every step leading you to the bathroom is heavier then the one before.

Your heart is trapped in your throat.

You put your hand on the door lock. And try to catch you breathe. But suddenly the door opens and you are dragged inside by a firm hand around your wrist, before bumping into a hard chest. «Hey, there...» He whispers, in a dangerously calm voice.

You freeze.

He is naked, wrapped in only a tiny towel around his waist, holding you firmly against him.

You can feel his wet skin through your clothes. You don't now what to do, or what to say, but he doesn't seem to think the same. «Well behaved sluts answer when they are talked to.» He waits for you to speak up, but as you say nothing he continues «You are more eloquent with a dick in your pussy, aren't you ?» « no i...»

You try to say something, but you don't know what, you try to push him off but he is to strong. «No what? You though i wouldn't notice ? I knew the second i got in. You dumb little whore, you can see the window of the friend room from the outside. And your underwear on the couch ? Saw that to.» «I'm sorry, I was...»

«What ? What are you possibly going to say that could justify your behavior ?» his voice is dry, and he's body pushes itself further against you, forcing you to the wall. «I'm so sorry sir, don't fire me please. I don't know where my mind was, i..» «Fire you ? My god. That would be going easy on you. I know where your mind was, babygirl. In your horny little cunt.»

You whimper. Look down, only to see his muscular thighs, regretting, you close your eyes praying for all of this to be a bad dream.

«But I'm going to take care of that. You want to be fucked this bad ? Fine.»

You tilt your head up at him, surprised. Only to meet a black gaze.

« you are .. you are going to» « Fuck you ? Yes. Until you little pussy is sore, I'm going to fuck you more than what you can take, bully this little slut pussy, you understand ? Or do you prefer to get fired ?» «o...no.» «No what ? If you agree say "fuck me please sir"» «Please...» You stutter.

«That's not what I fucking asked!» He barks as his hand tightly grips you jaw, making you look at him. «Say it, loud and clear.» «Please, ...fuck me sir.»

«Ohh look at you, so well behaved. Your nipples are hard to..is that the water or the greediness, little slut ?» suddenly his hand leaves your jaw and grab at your neck, while his other hand cruely twist and pull on your nipple through your shirt, making you yelp, he let go of you hurt nipple, and his fingers grab something besides you on the edge of the bathtub. «See that in my hand? I'm going to push the blade of my razor on your delicate throat, now, you wouldn't want to hurt yourself by moving to much, right ? You better not fucking move. The things I'm going to do to you. The things I've wanted to do to you, Fuck» he grunts, «Take off your skirt»

You are forced to keep your chin high, because of the threatening blade, looking at him directly in the eyes, yours, teary, and his, dark with desire and anger. You push your skirt down, only to remember you are not wearing any underwear. You blush harder (even redder that what you already are) and you see his lips rise into a devilish smile.

«Is your pussy wet ? Did he finish fucking you ?» You don't answer.

«If you decide to act like that, I'm going to check by myself» he sighed. «Open you legs.»

While one of his hand keeps the blade against your skin, the fear of moving cutting your air, the other one reach down, and harshly forces your tights open, quickly moving up to your wet follds.

And, with no warnings, a slaps lands on your sensitive pussy, making you cry out.

Another harsh slap falls right on your clit and you try grabbing at his wrists and closing your thighs, but the blade pushed harder against your throat, and the hand that administrated the slaps push on your belly, forcing you to stay still. «Oh now see, you know how to use your voice. Did i say you could move? Stay the fuck still, whore.»

«Sir, it...it hurts.» «Oh really?»He says in a mocking voice, «good, it should hurt, is your little pussy sore from getting fucked under my roof ?»

Another slap lands, making a new cry escape your mouth. But you know better then to move, the blade is slowly moving up and down your skin, flattering it. The cold metal awaken every nerve of your body, and you feel... terribly aroused. You never felt more alive.

«It's nothing compared to when I'm done with you. I'm going to fuck the sanity out of you, little girl.»

You didn't plan on doing that, it's totally involuntary, maybe it's the vision of him, towering over you, only in his towel, hair pushed pack, his jaw tight, his eyes filled with hunger, his skin dumb, little drops of water rolling down his muscle, maybe it's the rush of adrenaline, maybe it's the mixed sensations from the blade, maybe ...maybe it's the months of fantasizing about him, of having this huge crush on the man, but you moan «Please, sir» as an answer.

He seems a little surprised, but soon a smirk ornate his lips and his eyes have a light of amusement and excitement.

«You want that ? You want me to fuck you ? How cute. That's not even a punishment for a greedy slut. Now...»

You're throat is set free, and you hear the blade hit the floor, as both his hands land on your waist, and his mouth join your neck, leaving met kisses and gentle bites, from your collar bone to your ear, « I bet you fantasized about that. About me fucking you, i mean, i knew you had a crush on me, but i thought of you as an innocent sweet little girl. Turns out...»

He kisses along your jaw, and when you think he is finally going to kiss your lips, he pull away.

«open you mouth.»

He scoffs at the speed you obey.

«Tongue out.»

You hesitantly pull out you tongue.

Your eyes widen as he spit in you mouth. And just as you are thinking about what you should do, spit it out ? Swallow ? Just ...keep it ? He makes the decision easier. He pinches your tongue between his thumb and index finger and cruely pull on it.

«Look at you, so desperate. Say "i belong to you"»

You try to close your mouth, but a slap lands on you cheek.

«No, no. Say it like that.»

The worst part is not you desperately trying to say the words with your tongue trapped between his fingers, it's not the obvious amusement on his face, not the humiliation he is putting you through, it's ...the fact that your pussy is getting wetter by the second, and you feel the blood flowing down to your clit. It aches, you want him to fuck you.

«Good girl. Now swallow.» He orders.

And you do, but this time you don't look away, your eyes firmly locked to his.

«I'm so fucking hard. You make me so fucking hard.» He grunts, pushing his hips on yours. Thighs on thighs, chest on chest, his dick on your hip bone.

If anything, he is, indeed thicker, and longer.

A little moan escapes your throat, as you move your hips with his, grinding against his cock, still hidden under the towel. Before you can think, your hand is reaching down, looking to feel him. He doesn't try to stop you, letting your fingers grip him, Making the towel fall on the ground. You feel him pulsing in your hand. He says and does nothing, fixating his eyes attentively on you. You start moving your hand up and down his shaft. You are fascinated, you explore every sensation, the one of your fingers wrapped around his veiny cock, you grip tighter, and wipe the precum leaking from his deep pink tip with your thumb. When you finally look up to see his reaction, his head is thrown back, his adam's apple bobbing under the thin skin of this exposed throat, you follow the edges of the his square jaw, the tensed large shoulders. His eyes are closed, and his breathing is unsteady.

And ...the fact that you do that to him, the fact that this is all you, makes your head spin.

You lower your gaze again, traveling over his chest, eye-kissing the perfectlytanned skin and the v of his hips, and his cock between your fingers. You admire how your hand is barely closing around it, and the precum still escaping the tip, how you can feel the blood pulsing in the prominent veins, how you ...are craving to close your lips around it. That's...the most beautiful cock you've ever seen, attached to the most beautiful man you've ever seen, and ...you want it all.

But just as you are thinking of dropping to your knees, his voice raises again. «You had your fun. don't fucking think you are in control.»

You look back up, and his hands tighten there grip at the small of your back, as he looks down at you. «Now, doll, I'll fuck your throat another time. Turn around.»

And, without waiting for you to oblige, he spins you around, and suddenly you find yourself facing the full body mirror.

His chin resting on the top of your head, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection, your eyes travel your appearance, flushed cheeks, slightly parted lips, hard nipples, chest raising and falling rapidly, his forearm firmly keeping you against him. «You are so ready for me to fuck you, sir's little slut.»

His hand slides under your shirt, your breast heavy in his palm, his calloused fingers pulling at your nipple, his mouth kissing right behind your ear, whispering.

«I'm saying that, but, you know, I've wanted to fuck you since the day you put a foot in this house.» Suprised, Your your raise your own reflection, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

«Don't look at me like that. The maid fantasy isn't a myth. Seeing you every day in this uniform, wanting nothing more than to fuck you on every flat space of this fucking house.»

You can bearly breath and you close your eyes, looking away.

Immediately you feel the sting of your hair being harshly pulled back, yanking your head up. «Eyes on me, on you, on us, you don't get to look away, whore.»

You shyly open your eyes, looking back at the reflection, but, not satisfied yet, he whispers, «say "yes sir"»

To ashamed and mesmerized by the picture before you, you don't immediately oblige, and that costs you a hard spank to your ass. «Say "yes sir"!» He repeats with a stern voice, that you know he won't tolerate you making him ask another time.

Another harsh slap lands on your ass and you yelp, «YES SIR.»

«Good girl, You know what, from now on, we are playing a little game, everytime I say something, ask a question, you reply with "yes sir", i don't fucking care if you like what I'm saying, i own you, and you will agree to whatever i say, do you understood?» «Yes sir.»

«such a good little slut, aren't you ?»

«yes sir.»

«You're not that dumb after all. Arms up, i want to see all if you.»

You immediately obey, and with that, you are completely naked, all available for him. «How beautiful, such a beautiful woman, with the soul of a whore, isn't that a pity ? I'm going to ruin it. Give me my pants.» «What ?» «What do you mean what ? You don't need to understand, i gave you a fucking order. I don't think you understand quite yet what is happening to you, but don't worry by the end of the night, you'll be a good girl again. The pants, slut»

You quickly reach to the floor and give him his pants, and it's with horrified eyes that you see him take the belt of the hooks. «Don't look at me like that, I'm not planning on spanking you with it tonight. But, you seem to forget who owns you, so..»

He reaches around your neck a put the belt around it, start to hook it «Until i buy you a proper leash, i'm going to put that around your throat, don't you think it's an amazing idea, doll ?» «Yes sir.»

«Good. Do you want a leash around that pretty neck ?» «Yes sir.»

«Now, i could think you are lying just to obey my orders, but you see, i think your telling the truth. Your eyes are filled with lust, and you pussy ...»

His fingers reached down, his thumb between your lips, before pushing two fingers all the way inside. «Your pussy is overflowing with your juices. It's twitching and sucking my fingers in.»

With no warning, 4 consicutive harsh slaps land on your ass cheek, making your cry outs and arch your back. «Did i give you permission to grind on my fingers ? No i don't think so, doll. You don't get preparation before my cock, you've already had that.»

You can't put your head around what is he talking about and you don't have time to think before feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance, «Are you ready ?» «yes sir.» «good girl.»

You expected him to slam himself inside, but...he, oh so slowly sink inside you, making you feel how every fucking inch of his cock is stretching you.

His hand reaches to your face and two is his fingers push themselves past your lips, pushing your tongue down, and making sure you are looking in the mirror. «You look so good like that.»

And with every inch of his cock that stretches your walls, the belt hugs your neck tighter, until he bottoms out, and you can bearly breath.

«Your so fucking tight doll, I'm surprised for such a worthless..» «STOP IT.» You scream

he immediately stills, and totally let go of the belt, letting your breathe deeply. You feel a sob in you're throat, and cover your mouth with your hand and close your eyes to keep the tears in.

«Oh my god, doll, did't hurt you ? I'm sorry, so sorry, come here, do you need to sit, do you»

«Stop calling me a fucking whore ! I've been in love with you for three years, i couldn't go see anywhere else because I think about you all the time, and tried to get over it, but i don't even have enough free time to meet someone ! I'm always working for you, and when I'm not, I'm thinking about you ! Stop stop stop stop...»

You keep repeating the words until you feel his arms wrap tightly around you, pulling you to his chest and hugging you. You're not crying, you are shaking, shaking of rage, of misery of lonliness, all the pent-up feelings that you had are short-circuiting your muscles. The hug is calming, at least he didn't just leave. But ...you are scared of the moment you stop shaking, and he stops hugging you, and tells you to get away, find a new job and someone who would love you back «i ...i'm jealous.» He Whispers

You're shocked to move, did you mishear ?

«i didn't want you to have a date tonight...i didn't want you to meet someone. And ...i ...i think like you, no i...i know i like you, it's...»

And from here on, it's the void, you don't catch any another word. He likes you ?

And finally you cry.

Tears slowly roll down your cheeks, and in the silence you can only concentrate on your ebulliting heat and Bucky's deep breaths. His heart to, is pounding under your ear, and you notice that you are holding into him as strong as you can, and he is doing the same. And from there, your have one feeling, hunger. And you have to satiate it. You've been starving for to long. You can talk later, and, if after you talk it doesn't work out, it will be okey, you want at least this moment. « I want you to keep fucking me.» «What ? No we don't have to..»

«No, i want to. And if you want to too, i want to keep going.» you say with confidence «But doll...»

«Show me what you feel, sir.»

He keeps silent for a moment, and then says slowly, like he is trying to keep control over himself.

«If you are sure, pretty girl. Let me just take this off» his hand travel to your neck to unbuckle the belt, but you stop him again.

«I ... Kind..of like it...can we ...?»

«Ohh doll, you want to keep the belt ? Such a naughty girl. You like the idea of me owning you ?» «Yes sir.»

«Good girl. My good girl...»

You feel his big hand move to your face, cup your cheeks, but...so gently. It's tender, nothing to do with his manners from the begging, and he softly move his face close to yours, looking at you directly in the eyes, the man that have been fucking you senseless, is now, shy and hesitating to kiss you, his eyes are showing just how sorry he feels and how he doesn't know how to act.

«Sir, i want a kiss.» «Yeah ? My pretty girl wants a kiss from me ?» «yes sir.»

His thumb keeps caressing your face while he slowly push his soft plump lips to yours, kissing staying still for a moment, enjoying the calming feeling, it feels like the word is exploding and...you couldn't care less. It feels like ...the chaos have a perfect order. His tongue saunter on your bottom lips, asking patiently for you to open your mouth, you like the kiss as it is and you want to savour the slowness of it for a moment more, knowing that when your tongues meet, there will be now slowness, no patience, just frenzy and hunger. And honestly you also want to test him a bit. So you don't open, but, at your satisfaction, he just waits, he keep tasting your lips, patiently, not forcing anything, not demanding anything. After you feel fed up with feeling him kissing you so purly, you part you lips, and finally give his tongue the access it's been begging for.

Like before big moment of life, there is an instant of calm. The time of a shared breath, where his tongue caress yours, and it's everything your heart needed. The world around you explode and it's perfect. The chaos is exactly where it should be, the chaos is perfectly ordered.

Then the desire takes it's rights again, the frenzy replaces the serenity. The hunger the fullness. The desire the satisfaction. He suddenly pull at the belt, and invade your mouth, owning it, owning you, and this time you gave that to him. He gets drunk on you, the more he drinks the thirstiest he is. His hand travel down your body, drawing every curve and fall before reaching your core. Every nerve of your body is in the edge. and soon as his hand gaze over your pussy, you whimper.

«Did he make you cum, doll ?»

You blush so hard while confessing, «a...ruined orgasm sir...you...you came in just when...»

He can't keep his loud laugh for himself, and his chest trembled filled with his hilarity. Shy, you burry your face is his neck and he caresses your hair. «oh poor baby, you had a ruined orgasm because of me?» He doesn't seem sorry for one bit.

«I don't know if i can be gentle if i fuck you, if you want I can just go down on you and... »

«No, sir, i ...i...still want you to show me how you feel. I can take it all.» «I knew you were perfect for me, doll.»

Your back is slowly pushed against the cold mirror, your hips brought forward, he keeps a firm grip of the belt, keeping your eyes locked, as he slowly burry himself in you. «My sweet girl never told me she wanted me, i was so scared i...i would...you...i..» «Harder sir, i want to feel you, I'll understand.»

He closes his eyes for a second.

And the air is kicked out of you. He slammed into you so hard that it kind of picked you up from the ground, like he was trying to rearrange your guts with all his might. «Bucky !»

hearing you say his name for the fist time must have awaken something in him, because he just seemed to fall in love right then, kissing along your neck, where you blood is pulsing. «Yes that's it doll, say my name...i love hearing my name from you.»

You repeat his name louder and louder as he goes faster and faster and you get closer and closer to your climax. «I want you for myself, i want no one thinking they can own this tight little pussy like i do, do you want me to show everyone that i own this pussy, your pleasure, your body, your love?»

«Yes, yes Bucky i want everyone to know !!!» «You want to cum doll ? You want me to give back the orgasm i ruined for you ?» «YES, Bucky, Please !»

«Hold it. not yet. I took away your orgasm from you, i think it's only fair i decide when you have it.»

«No please !» You desperately beg as you feel him slide out of you leaving you empty and needy.

«chuut, doll, I'm going to let you cum, i know how much you need it, but, not here.» a dangerous spark reflect in his eyes. «what ...what do you mean.» you hesitantly ask, not sure if your are ready for the answer.

«I mean that I'm not done teaching you a lesson.»

He kisses softly on your temple, and, with that, opens the bathroom door, pulling you by the belt, you follow behind, and ... you realise you ...get overly horny from him pulling you by the belt around your throat, you think to yourself «I can't wait to have a leash and collar he can pull me by» you get ashamed from the lewd thoughts. But you love the taste of ownership it gives him on you, and of belonging it gives you. A relationship that you feel have been here for a long time, but expressed for the first time tonight. He looks behind him and winks at you «I know you love me pulling you with my belt on your throat, aren't you a lewd maid, doll» you blush, and hide a slight smile by looking down.

Thinking he was taking you to the bedroom, you dont ask questions, until you over pass the door, and he guides you to the stairs.

«Where are we going ?»

«See, doll, i’m not a man who shares. and i don’t want anyone thinking that they can touch you, in any way. espacially not under my own roof.»

And that’s when you understant. you completly forgot about him. The guy you brought home.

And when you realize, he is already pushing the key in the lock

«finally ! is your boss gone? I thought you..»

Blondie stops right there in his phrase.

Seeing the massive and naked figure of barnes enter the room. Go cocked to talk looks at the man with wife eyes. «What ? Did you think she forgot about you ? Yes she did. She absolutely did.» starts Barnes.

«Who are you ?!» says the kid in an irritated voice. «The owner of the house» cuts Bucky in a dry voice, «Now, do you can get my fist in your baby face, or ...» «No ! Bucky he did nothing !» you intervene without thinking, still hidden behind the door.

«Oh well see whose talking, hiding behind that door. If you want to defend him come in sweetheart.» «i ...i can't.» «yes you can. Baby it's either my fist in his face or you show him who you belong to» «but ...»

«You have three seconds»

You know you don't have any other choice then to enter the room, one arm around you breasts and your legs as close to eachother as you can. You look at the floor, not brave enough to face your "date" of the night.

«What the fuck...is he forcing you to do that ? I'll call the cops.» «They will have nothing to do here.» interrupts Bucky, «Am i forcing you to do that sweetheart ?»

You shake your head.

«speak up.»

«no, no you are not.» «See, she enjoys it, tell him, love» «i enjoy it»

«Yeah ? Come here,» He pulls on the belt pulling you closer to him, and then slipping behind you. «Look how wet she is. That's not for you. That's for me. That's how wet she got when i punished her for fucking you. For thinking that she could be somebody else. Do you wanna see how I take care of her ?»

You think blondie is going to run out of the house, but you hear Bucky's laugh, and a zipper being undone.

«He want to see sweetheart ! Let's give him a show, he came all the way here for you, we can't let him leave with nothing.» «Yes sir.» «Good girl , now bend over the chair.»

Trembling from the anticipation and excitement, you get closer to the chair in the middle of the room and fold your body in half, a yelp escapes your throat when a hard smack is landed on you left ass cheeks, followed by the commanding voice of your boss

«Lower, arches your back»

You do, and his big hand delicately caress the smack mark he just left and then caress you along spine from bottom to your neck, sending shivers in your body. «See, how beautiful she is ? Do you think you deserve such a beautiful woman ? And you idiot would have fucked her what...6 minutes before cuming and calling it a night ? Huh ? No. I'm going to show you how ..»

He slips inside you slowly again, making you gasp when you finally feel him stretching you open around his thick member «how you she deserves to be fucked»

The boy don't answer, to absorb by the vision of you, back arched, hips pushed back, eyes closed, nipples hard, and moth opened, gasping for air. Your whole self is subjugated by a number of feelings. One of them is a sharp feeling deep in your soul, of proudness and excitement, coming from getting fucked by Bucky for an audience.

You can feel every vain on his cock pulse, and the tip targeting your most sensitive spot. Then, slowly dragging himself out, only to roughly push in again. Grabbing you by the hips he maintains a stable rythme, of rough but long thrusts. Dragging himself slowly out of you and penetrating with everything he has. You burry your face in the crook of your arm, now screaming and audibly gasping, and the worst and best part is everytime you try to avoid the roughness of his thrusting by leaning forward, he'd grip your hips tighter, and pull you back on his cock.

«I'm going to cum, sir, sir, i'm ...oh. I'm close...» you desperately cry out, feeling a volcano ready to irrupt in your lungs.

Immediately after those word leave your mouth, his hand closes around your throat, pulling your back, your head to his shoulder, and his other hand fall along your body, to press two firm fingers on your clit

«Good girl, such a good girl, about to cum on her boss's cock, wait, hold it»

Feeling you weaken, and your moans turning to breathy cries he squeezes harder on your neck : « said hold it, doll, you don't want to see what I'd do to you if you don't .»

It takes everything your have for you not to immediately cum, but, and thank God he is not using he's fingers, he is just keeping them on your clit, while he kiss you ear : «look at him baby.»

It takes you a second to understand who is he talking about, but when you get it, you are to close to cumming to fight him, or be shy, you look at the blond boy, who is rapidly stocking his cock, looking at you with hunger.

«See, he's going to cum for your cum from seeings you get fucked.»

Your vision is now blurry, and you have a hard time breathing, with his tight hold on you neck. «who is fucking you ?» «You sir!»

«Yeaah, tell him you love when i fuck you, tell him that you are my fuckdoll.»...«Say it, or you don't get to cum»

«I'm his fuckdoll ! I'm sir's fuckdoll ! I love when he fucks me ! Please can I cum !? I can't hold it !»

You desperately scream out, your last sentence cut because bucky starts furiously moving his fingers on your clit, still not letting go of you neck, but giving you some space, just enough so you not to faint. You hear a loud groan from in front of you and you understand that your "date" just came, and he seems to have come pretty fucking hard. You are yourself ridding the edge, trying not to let go before Bucky's permission.

«He just came for you. You are so fucking beautiful princess. cum, cum on my cock doll, cum right Fucking now.»

«Oh thank you, thank you bucky, oh my ....»

Your whole body shakes and he keep fucking you through your orgasm, his hip movements now messy and practically violent indicate that he is close to cumming to. «Going to fill you up sweetheart. You... okey with....fuck... that ?» «yes yes please.» you reply with a broken voice.

«Good Fucking girl, my good fucking girl» He groans, before stilling deep inside you and shooting hot strings of cum in you tummy, growling and harshly biting at your shoulder.

You go limp in his arms and he hugs you tight. You stay like that for few seconds breathing heavily, while he slowly pulled out.

Suddenly you feel something that sends panic through your body.

«Bucky ! » «don't move sweetheart.»

He's hand once again find your pussy, and he pushes two fingers inside of you

«No, no, I'm serious please i can't go again...»

«I know doll, i know, don't worry»

His fingers slip out of your pussy, covered in his cum and your juices. He then makes you sit on the chair, where you abandon yourself. And ...walks toward the boy, who is just sitting awkwardly on the edge of the bed.

Silently Bucky stands before him, blondie looks at him with big eyes, half afraid half mesmerized. And Bucky...pushes his two coated fingers on the boys lips.

It takes a second.

Then, like obeying to a higher force,

The boy open his lips, and your psycho hot boss pushes his finger deep down his throat, making him taste you two mixed, and gag on his fingers.

Your "date" doesn't say anything, silently taking and licking the fingers, while looking up at your boss.

Bucky finally decides it's enough, take his fingers out the boys mouth, «go home»

Then turn around to you

«Going to sleep with me tonight, right Princess»

«heuu...hmmm excuse me, when, could we do that again ?» shyly ask blondie.

«Never. If you repeat anything of what happened to anyone, If you try to approch her, if i see you around my house, i kill you, now. get out. » conclude bucky in a sharp voice.

Blondie zip up his pants as fast as he can, and runs out of the room with not another word, maybe a little glance at you and... bucky.

Seeing that this last have an arrogant smile, «and That's how you Fuck a woman you're in love with» he screams, before hearing the front door close.

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Drunk Texting Is(n’t) Bad for Your Health- Chapter Two

Series Summary: Talk about your unconventional meet-cute! Bucky receives a text by mistake requesting he prove he's not Reader's sister. The easy dialogue between Reader and Bucky sparks a natural friendship, but could it lead to more? Bucky still deems himself unworthy of any form of affection or love. Reader is hellbent to prove him wrong. With the help of some (meddling) friends along the way, Bucky may get his happily-ever-after after all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2921

Warnings: bad language words, blink and you’ll miss the angst, just some fluff

A/N: divider credit- @firefly-graphics

DO NOT copy or replicate without my permission

You awoke with a start, feeling as if you were late for work or something important and forgot to set your alarm. Your heart beat an erratic tattoo against your ribcage. Scrambling for your cell phone, you blindly reached across the side table near your bed in a panic. Unplugging the phone, you brought the device an ungodly closeness to your face. It was only 6:17. On Saturday.

Your pulse throbbed behind your eyeballs, and a strange stickiness coated the inside of your mouth. Did you drink that much last night?

How could you not? Timmons was a fair boss, and you enjoyed your job, but that dude loved the sound of his own voice.

The quarterly business dinners were mandatory for all employees, even for the P.A.s. Typically, they weren’t so bad, but last night, Timmons felt the need to toot his own horn for landing a massive contract with Stark Industries slash The Avengers. He went on and on about how great it was for the firm.

He was like a giant kid in a candy store with his ramblings. ‘We will be promoting the face of The Avengers and everything that goes with it,’ he spouted off like the firm was god’s gift to public relations.

You groaned at the reminder of last night’s presentation. The contract wasn’t even in effect yet, and you were sick of the Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Timmons could be a real buzz kill.

Rolling to your back, you brought your phone up to tap the screen to read the emails you received overnight. On display was a text from 11:04 by someone named James. It read: “Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Your mind went back to last night again, trying to recall who this James was. He must be significant if you plugged his contact information into your phone already. Had you met someone last night?

Drawing a blank, you clicked on the text bubble to pull up the thread. Briefly scanning through the numerous texts, everything came rushing back. In an attempt to text your sister, Robyn, you mistakenly texted this mysterious, James.

You felt like an utter buffoon when you learned he wasn’t Robyn. You always did have a way with the cute boys. Probably why you were single. You groaned out loud as you read on.

You im safely inside my apartment. Pretty sure no one followed me home

James Did you triple check the lock on the front door?

You yes dad yeesh

James There are a lot of bad people out there. Just want to make sure you’re safe.

You sounds like you watch the news too much but its sweet of u to care

James I know from experience.

You r u the bad guy or have u been the one mugged?

James Let’s just say I have friends that have dealt with the bad things of the world.

You right i almost forgot ur a military-trained assassin athlete mchottie

James Did you ever send your sister a text?

You shit thanks for reminding me i have such a crazy story to tell her

James Only good things, I hope.

You oh yeah all the good things an enigmatic yet handsome stranger cares more about my safety than any of my ex-boyfriends ever did.

James My ma raised me right.

You id say

James_ I hate to cut this short, but I think you need your rest. Especially if you’re meeting your sister tomorrow._

You i dont want to agree but ur probably right

You whats ur name btw?

James My name? Why? Do you plan to continue texting me after tonight?

You duh ur fun to talk to

James Oh.

You or not its cool if u dont want to

James It’s James.

You nice to meet u james im (y/n)

James Nice to meet you as well.

You my sister just texted me back and were still meeting at 9 i should go

You goodnite james

James Goodnight, (Y/N).

Oh. My. God. Had you seriously drunk-flirted with a stranger and offered to keep texting him? You had no shame with a few drinks in you.

You brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose and sighed loudly.

What did you know of this James? He had a New York area phone number. Check. He could have been a real dick about your mistake but wasn’t. Understanding. Check. He worried about you getting home safely in your inebriated state. Caring. Check. Not too forthcoming with the nine to five. Secretive. Check. His mouth looked so soft and plush, and his eyes were made to drown in. Gorgeous. Check.

A heat simmered beneath your skin as you recounted the shortlist you’d made. Were you lusting over someone you’d exchanged less than forty texts with? Had you somehow woken back up in high school?

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you stared at the screen displaying the message thread. Were you really considering this? You nodded your head to answer your own question. Where was the harm in a little shameless flirting? If worse came to worst, you could always block him.

With your mind made up, you began typing into your phone, constructing an apology.

You Good morning! First off, I want to apologize for the way I behaved over text last night.

You Though, I do like to imbibe in the occasional drink or two, I am, by no means, a lush.

You Please take everything I said with a grain of salt. Apparently, I get loose-lipped and cheeky with free wine. 😐

You Again, I’m sorry and understand if you wanted to cease our correspondence for my behavior.

You blew out a breath and tossed your phone aside. It was up to fate now and a stranger named James.

You laid in your bed for several minutes staring at the ceiling, contemplating between whether to send a ‘haha just kidding’ text and what the weather would be like, so you could forego shaving your legs in the shower today.

Your phone chimed during the pondering of hair removal, indicating a new text. You knew it was James proclaiming you a freak and to forget his number, but secretly, you hoped it was Robyn canceling today.

Seizing the phone from your mattress top, your heart’s beat increased with each second you went without looking at the screen. Finding the courage, you flipped the device over to read the message.

James Quite the formal apology, Ms. Professor.

You smiled at the text. It didn’t tell you to pound sand or eat shit. No, it was teasing and in jest. You sighed in relief.

You Cease our correspondence too much?

James No, no it was perfect if this was 1863, and you were breaking up with me via telegraph.

You Stop!

James Exactly! ‘Never speak to me again!’ Stop. ‘It’s not you, it’s me.’ Stop.

A belly laugh disrupted the tranquil air of your bedroom. You quickly thumbed out a reply once you caught your breath.

You You’re incorrigible.

James I’m glad to see you are using proper capitalization and punctuation this morning.

You Ha!

You When you are buzzed and/or tipsy, capitals and periods be damned. Like you’re so perfect when you’re drunk.

James We all have our flaws.

Was he implying he was a sloppy texter when drunk, too? You shrugged it off as him being cryptic again.

You What are you doing up so early on a Saturday? I didn’t wake you, did I?

You were suddenly stricken with guilt. You should have waited for a more reasonable hour to send out rapid-fire apology texts. Not at 6:36 in the morning. You didn’t want last night’s behavior hanging over you, though. Better to clear the air now than later. You could always ask for forgiveness again if you had disturbed his sleep.

James I had just gotten back from my run when I saw your texts. I have training this morning.

You Oh, right. For your hush-hush, super top secret mission/quidditch game.

You You ever gonna tell me what you really do?

James_ Maybe. Someday._

How far away was someday? Was he planning to text you until you both died or until he got bored? How did texting relationships even work?

You Or is it one of those situations where if you told me you’d have to kill me?

James 😈

You There you go again--being all mysterious.

James Keep ‘em guessing and coming back for more.

You Has that strategy worked well for you in the past?

James Got you to text me again this morning, didn’t it?

You scoffed at what he had suggested. He was correct, but your stubborn streak would deny everything.

You The only reason I texted you this morning was to apologize for acting like a drunken fool last night.

And to squash the curiosity burning in your veins. But he didn’t need to know that.

James Oh.

The reply caused you to furrow your brow and your stomach to drop. You regretted not adding more levity to your last text. Of course, it wasn’t the only reason you were drawn to him.

You I appreciate that the selfie you sent wasn’t a dick pic. And you genuinely seemed to care about me getting home safely. Thank you.

You And maybe- a teeny, tiny bit- is honestly interested in getting to know you better.

You waited on pins and needles for his text, watching the pulsing ellipsis on your screen. Was he just humoring you?

James Hook. Line. Sinker.

Reading his response generated a flush from your jaw to your hairline. You growled in embarrassment. You fell for the oldest trick in the book. He baited you for a compassionate answer, and you delivered beautifully. Hook, line, and sinker, indeed.

You You’re an ass. I take everything back.

James Don’t be mad. I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, but you played into my trap wonderfully.

James If it makes you feel any better, all kidding aside, I want to get to know you better too.

James I fell asleep with a smile on my face last night and woke up with one this morning.

James Because of you, (Y/N).

A flutter broke apart in your chest. You hadn’t time-traveled back to high school; no, this was junior high territory.

You You’re lucky you’re so damn charming, James.

James Doll, you have no idea.

The subway ride into Manhattan usually gave you the chance to get a little reading in since it took nearly fifty minutes from Queens. Not today, though. You spent the entirety of the train ride texting back and forth with James. It was mundane stuff, but you were getting a grasp of who James was as a person.

You Favorite color?

James Black. You?

You Blue.

You Favorite ice cream flavor?

James Chocolate. Yours?

You Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia.

James I didn’t realize we were getting specific.

You We weren’t, but that’s my favorite.

You Favorite movie?

James I like the classics- The Wizard of Oz, It’s A Wonderful Life, Frankenstein.

You I have too many to list, so don’t ask.

You Okay. Lightning round because I’m almost to my stop.

James Where are you going again?

You paused your reply for a brief second, wondering if you should divulge your destination. You’d known James less than twenty-four hours; although, it felt like weeks after this morning. Where was the harm in telling him where you were meeting your sister? There were nearly nine million people in this city. There was no way you’d ever bump into each other.

You A bakery in the Upper East Side called Two Little Red Hens. Ever been?

James Don’t think I have.

You Well, since you like chocolate, they have a fantastic cake called Brooklyn Blackout. Super rich but delicious.

James Sounds right up my alley.

You Cats or dogs?

James I’m gone too much, so cats.

The answer piqued your interest. Maybe he was an athlete. Wouldn’t it be practice and not training, though? Or he’s FBI or CIA.

You Socks on or off for sleeping?

James Off.

You Silver or gold?

James Silver.

You Morning, noon, or night?

James Night.

You How do you take your coffee?

James Room for sugar and creamer.

You Boxers or briefs?

James Boxer briefs.

You laughed out loud, looking around the subway car to see if anyone was paying attention to you. Per usual, they weren’t.

You Touché.

As soon as the train stopped, you gathered your purse close to your body and made for the exit. You followed the crowd of fellow passengers through the turnstile and ascended the stairs onto street level.

The morning sunlight caressed your skin like a warm blanket. The humidity wasn’t too bad, yet, but the threat of afternoon thunderstorms still hung in the air.

Even with the reasonably early hour, the sidewalk was stuffed with people, carrying to-go coffee cups or shopping bags. You fought for your little spot of real estate on the grimy concrete.

Stopping at a red traffic light, waiting to cross, you typed out another question for James.

You Pineapple on pizza--yay or nay?

The light changed as you finished, and the throng of pedestrians around you guided you across the street. You spotted Robyn outside the bakery as your phone dinged with a new text alert.

“Wow, I’m surprised you made it on time,” Robyn said as you hugged hello.

You looked at the clock on your phone. 8:58. “You and me both, sister.” Glancing back at your phone’s screen, you giggled.

James What kind of monster puts pineapple on their pizza??

“What’s so funny?” Robyn asked as you accompanied her through the bakery’s door.

With a grin on your face, you punched out a quick reply:

You Well, it was nice knowing you, James. It was a swell friendship while it lasted--a whole 11 ½ hours.

Robyn elbowed you softly in the ribs with a look on her face, seeking an explanation.

“Ow,” you grunted. “What?”

“You tell me. I half expected a zombie to walk through the doors today after your text last night. Not Suzie Sunshine.”

You both edged closer to the counter as the line in front of you dwindled.

James Say it ain’t so, doll! Pineapple on pizza? Really??

You let out a low chortle as you skimmed the text. You glimpsed up at Robyn as you shuffled forward in line again. “Believe me, I’m pretty hungover,” you replied, shoving your phone in your back pocket. “It’s a funny story. I’ll tell you everything when we sit.”

Robyn stared at you warily, still trying to figure out what had come over you. “Okay,” she conceded, stepping to the register to order.

With each of you supplied with an iced coffee and a peach ginger scone, you found an empty table by a window along 2nd Avenue and proceeded to tell Robyn about James.

When you stopped to catch your breath, remembering the whirlwind the last twelve hours had been, you peered at your sister for her reaction.

She stared at you like you’d grown a second head. She shook her head in disbelief. “(Y/N), what where you thinking?”

Your brow pinched in confusion. Was she actually scolding you? You crossed your arms over your chest. “I was thinking about how my big sister is always telling me to meet new people and how it’s time I thought about settling down.”

“Not like this it’s not,” she hissed. “This is how your body parts end up in someone’s freezer!”

You choked on the piece of scone you shoved in your mouth before she started ridiculing you. After coughing to clear your airway and taking a sip of your iced coffee, you leered at Robyn. “Oh, my god! Dramatic much? Have you been binge-watching Dateline again? Jesus Christ, Robyn, he’s harmless,” you countered.

“You think you’ll be so careful, but you’ll let one little detail slip, and he’ll find you,” Robyn said before taking a pull from her coffee.

“You mean, like, how I was meeting you at Two Little Red Hens at nine o’clock?”

Robyn’s mouth popped open in an O. “What the hell, (Y/N)?” she stage-whispered. “Are you trying to get yourself kidnapped and sold into sex trafficking?”

“Please,” you drew out in one long syllable. “He doesn’t know what I look like. How would he snatch me?”

“He could look you up on Facebook.”

“Without a last name?” You shook your head, no.

“What about a reverse search on your number?” Robyn asked, pushing the plate holding her scone away. “That’s a thing.”

“Perhaps, but it seems like a lot of effort for a mistake I made. It wasn’t like he was seeking me or anyone else out.”

Robyn huffed out a breath and folded her arms in exasperation. Always the protective big sister. You could tell you were breaking her down, though.

“C’ mon, Robbie. It’s all in innocent fun. I’m not saying I’m hoping he’ll turn out to be Mr. Right, but the banter is fun,” you remarked. “James is charming and witty and nice to talk to.”

Robyn shook her head once more, frowning. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

You reached across the table for her hand and squeezed gently. “Me too.” You smiled slyly, remembering last night’s dinner and Timmons gushing about The Avengers. “If not, I know how to get ahold of a couple of centenarians who know chivalry isn’t dead.”

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The Arrangement Ch 17

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: Part one of the photoshoot

Previous Chapter here

The work week proceeded as normal. Well, what had become normal. Delivering coffee and reminding Yoongi to eat, answering emails, trying to figure out which meetings Yoongi actually needed to go to and which ones were a waste of time. Of course you always went to the meetings, and holy shit you couldn’t believe the topics couldn’t have been discussed via email. You were looking forward to this particular day because you got to go visit Hoseok in the style department and Jimin had decided he was tagging along “for funsies.”

Yoongi was supposed to go and get measured and try on clothes for his photoshoot. When you reminded him that morning he laughed at you, “Uh no. Hoseok knows what size I wear. He can figure it out. Go look at the clothes and I might try some of them on tonight.”

You and Jimin met up for lunch and then headed up to the styling department.

“I’m excited. I’ve never been to a photoshoot before.” You said bouncing up and down in the elevator.

“Yeah, they’re pretty boring actually. Like if it’s with some of the hotter models it’s a little fun for the eye candy, but then you feel bad for them because they have to sit for so long making awkward faces. They are constantly getting their make-up and hair touched up. Touch base with craft services to make sure there’s plenty of water. The lights are bright.”

You took out your phone, “Oh thanks. I wouldn’t have even thought about that. Any other tips?”

“It’s Yoongi. It won’t take as long as it does with the other people. He’ll show up, do it, and leave. JK and Tae, especially Tae, want to chat with everyone on set and if they are together it takes foreeeeevvvveeeeeerrrrr.”

“Huh, ok. Thanks.” The two of you arrived at JHOPE Fashion and walked through the rainbow vomit doors.

Hoseok was wearing glasses with yellow lenses today, which made his dramatic facial expressions stand out even more. He immediately rolled his eyes. He pointed to you. “You are not Yoongi.” He pointed to Jimin. “And you are not Yoongi.” He put his hands on his hips. “So why are the two of you here?”

“I’m sure you can guess why.” You responded dryly.

“Ugh. That ungrateful man. I had lovingly hand stitched these pieces. For him. These patches...” Hoseok pressed his fingers together as though he was praying. “Fine. Fine. You. Y/N. Come. You. Jimin. Wait right there.”

Jimin’s eyes went wide. “Me? Why do I have to wait here?”

Hoseok turned from where he had started to walk towards the back. “You will thank me in a minute. A certain someone is coming to get his fitting in a few minutes.” He raised an eyebrow and then turned around, his heels clacking against the red tile floor.

Jimin started to blush profusely and before you could ask, Hobi interrupted, “Come new girl. We have work to do especially if that boss of yours refuses to come here and experience these magnificent beauties for himself.”

You followed him through the large door, which led to lime green hallways and then to a quiet, more muted workspace. The walls were lined with fabric bolsters, the middle tables with ribbon, thread, patches, paint. Paint?

Hoseok sat down. “From what I understand, this album will have an acoustic feel to it versus his previous albums. For that reason I have chosen these natural materials such as cotton, linen, and denim.” He spread out several pieces onto the large table. “I have also opted for a more neutral pallet, as much as it hurts my soul. I have chosen colors found in nature. I have chosen brightly colored accessories such as these silks to stand in contrast with the stiff fabric and more neutral colors he will be wearing. Additionally, I avoided black. We’ll see if he notices.”

You watched as he draped the red and purple silks over the top of the clothes. For whatever reason, you found it mesmerizing watching the fabric juxtapositioned in such a way. “It’s so cool to hear you tell a story just using clothes.” You said, somewhat enchanted.

Hoseok flicked his eyes up to you, “Thank you. That is what I try to do with my collections. Everyone’s outfit tells a story, even if they don’t mean for it to. May I?” He asked, stepping back and gesturing at you.

“Oh man. You know I don’t dresses fancy--”

“Shhhh you don’t tell me.” He looked at your outfit. You had opted for an Aline skirt and blouse with a casual blazer. “You had meetings this morning, that’s obvious by the jacket. You usually dress cuter. Which means you are either sick or not feeling great. You look fine. So I’m guessing...you are on your period. Sorry, this just comes out, I can’t stop it,” he paused for a moment as your jaw dropped open slightly. He stepped closer, inspecting the shoulders of your jacket. “The blazer is at least ten years old but you shouldn’t have had a blazer ten years ago unless it was for your school uniform and that isn’t a school jacket. Which means it probably belonged to an older sister or aunt. You are very responsible and well organized otherwise you wouldn't be Yoongi’s assistant. Therefore you are most likely the oldest or only child so that is your aunt’s jacket. Your blouse is nice. You actually like it, you’ve worn it twice in the week you’ve been working here. You bought it at a thrift store. You don’t spend a lot of money on yourself, but you are very confident. Therefore, it’s not that you don’t think you deserve nice things, it’s just that you can’t afford them so you likely grew up poor and it has continued into your adulthood.”

“Holy shit. You should be a detective.” You said to him.

“The shoes, I gave you last week. They don’t have a story yet, other than a very good -looking man in a suit helped you out because Jimin said you were a nice girl. You wear zero accessories which shows a lack of both funds and sentimentality. Most people have at least one piece of jewelry that means something to them, but if you have one, you don’t wear it.” He smiled at you, his white teeth gleaming. “ Now, how much am I right about?” He crossed his hands in front of his chest.

You clapped your hands as though you were in an audience. “All of it. Although I am still weirded out that you know I’m on my period. Next time I’m going to wear something skin tight to throw you off.” You joked.

“Well,” he started, “At least now that you work here you don’t have to worry as much right?”

Given the shitshow you went through this weekend you weren’t sure about that, but you shrugged, “It definitely pays better. And money doesn’t buy happiness, but it sure helps make some things less hard.” You gestured to the pile of fabric on the table, “So...what do I do? Take these clothes with me for Yoongi to try on or will they be at the photoshoot tomorrow? Do I need to bring them to the photoshoot?”

Hoseok sighed dramatically, “I could dress Yoongi drunk, in my sleep. He can just show up tomorrow and I will dress him then. My staff will make sure the clothes and accessories are at the photoshoot. Here,” He walked over to one of the garment racks. “More clothes for you. I know you have a big closet. And if you run out of space, just take Yoongi’s, he only wears like three things despite my best efforts.”

You laughed, “Yeah, you’re not kidding. Ok thanks,” You took the clothing. “I appreciate it.”

“It’s no trouble. Feel free to see yourself out, I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh and please make sure the catering has strawberries.”

“Strawberries? Got it.” You were learning so much today.

You exited the backroom and saw Jimin over near one of the pedestals. He was chatting with JK who was getting fitted with a corset. What an itty bitty waist, you admired. The two of them seemed to be having a good time and you had a new list of things to do so you waved at Jimin and headed to 1802 to drop off your new clothes. You had forgotten Hoseok knew you lived with Yoongi. The week had flown by.

You sent a text message to Jiwoo asking if you could stop by her desk and ask her a few questions to make sure everything was set up for tomorrow and then stopped by the apartment.

You conferred with her and learned how to navigate catering requests via the company website; apparently it wasn’t available on the app, good to know. you felt much better about the shoot tomorrow but still nervous and excited.

You knocked on the door to Genius Lab. No answer. Never any answer. You typed the code in and saw Yoongi wearing his headphones, lost in his own world. He had told you to just wait on the sofa when this was the case and that he would eventually notice you. Normally the smell of coffee was what alerted him to your presence, but you had come empty handed today. You sat down on the couch and took out your phone.

YN: I don’t mean to alarm you. But there’s something behind you.

You saw his phone light up. He ignored it for a minute, presumably to finish listening to a song, and then picked it up. You heard him laugh and take off his headphones. “You are the worst.” He spun around.

“So mean. Hey. Tomorrow is my first photoshoot. I checked on the outfits for you. By the way, Hoseok is like Sherlock Holmes with clothing. I learned I’m supposed to contact catering, I have hair and make-up requests in. Do I need to do anything else?”

Yoongi thought for a minute. He never really participated in that side of the photoshoot, now that he reflected on it. He walked his way through a day on set. “No. The changing rooms and photography are handled by other departments. Check with Jiwoo or Jimin, they’ve both set up a shoot before.”

“I did. I’m getting ready to send in the last food request. Any requests?”

“Mandarins. I don’t like to eat a lot on set because I don’t want stuff getting stuck in my teeth.”

“That makes sense. Ok. I’ll let you get back to it then.” You got up and stretched.

“Tomorrow will go fine. If you forgot anything, it will be somewhere in this building.” He reassured you.

“That makes me feel a lot better.” You said honestly. “Alright, I’ll see you around.”

“Later.”

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The next day arrived with Yoongi heading off to the hair and make-up department and you heading to the 11th floor to see what the photo set up looked like. You exited the elevator. Man your hands were sweaty, you followed the sounds of voices and made your way to the shooting location. The lighting crew was checking their overheads, a stand-in was posing on the various props they had set out. It looked as though there were three separate “areas” for shooting photos. One area had a large white couch, complete with coffee table, rubber plant, magazines. The whole set up designed to look like a living room. A second space was a blue sheet with a white background. The third space was a kitchen, complete with an island, stovetop, and refrigerator. Holy moly this space was huge. You marveled at it.

“Hello, can I help you?” An older man walked over.

“Oh hi, I’m YLN. Yoongi’s assistant. I was stopping by to check the set up. It looks incredible.”

“Thank you. Yes. Here, let me walk you through it.”

You received a tour of the set and also an overview of the order of shooting. You also found out that next week, weather permitting, there would be a second shooting at the park across the street. You got catering checked in, or at least pointed to the table and felt like you did a thing. The same happened when the clothing team showed up. You pointed to dressing rooms and the vanity where the accessories trunk should go. You were thankful no one had asked you any questions so far. This was a steep learning curve. You had hoped someone you knew might be here today to help ease your nerves, but so far, it was all new faces.

Finally, you saw one familiar face. Alice walked in, carrying a small case with her. You waved.

“Hey! It’s nice to see you again.” She said. “I had no idea you were Yoongi’s assistant until today.”

“Oh, yeah. I guess I didn’t mention that. I was so overwhelmed that first day,” you smiled.

“No worries. He was just telling me and Bongcha that he had an assistant now. He’s almost done. His make-up is setting. I’m on hair today which isn’t my strong suit, but it’s not like he’s needing a fancy up-do or anything and it’s good for me to practice.”

“Ok great. This is my first time at a photoshoot, so if there’s something I’m supposed to be doing but I’m not, can you let me know?” You confided in her.

“Absolutely. It looks like most of the stuff is set up how it usually is. Just remember,” she got closer to you and spoke quieter, “You are Yoongi’s assistant. Some of these people, especially these older guys will try to get you to do stuff like get their coffee, grab them snacks. That is not your job. It’s not by job. If they have an assistant, it’s their job.”

“I knew I liked you when we first met,” you smiled at her. “Thanks for the heads up.”

“Anytime Unnie.”

She walked over and took out her hair tools and placed them on the table reserved for hair and make-up. A few minutes later you saw Yoongi walk in wearing a black shirt and grey sweats. His face looked even more beautiful than normal. Next to him was a petite girl with long black hair pulled up into a ponytail, dragging a make-up train behind her. Yoongi looked around for a second, and then locked eyes with you. You saw the tiniest smile threaten to come out as he walked over.

“Hey. Everything here looks good.” He gestured to the room.

“Thanks. I didn’t do most of it, I just pointed and people seemed to know what to do already. Your face looks good.”

Yoongi chuckled, “You can thank Bongcha for that. Bongcha, this is YN.”

Bongcha stuck out her hand, “Hi. Nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Nice to meet you as well. You do good work. I give his face a 10/10. Highly recommend.”

“Well, it’s easy when you have such a great model to start with,” She smiled while looking up at Yoongi.

Yoongi had started to blush between the pair of compliments. “Is Hoseok here yet?”

“No not yet.” You took out your phone to see if you had any messages from Hoseok. Nope. You looked back up, “Bongcha, I’m sure you already know, but the make-up table is over there. Alice is setting up right now.”

“Great, thanks!” She headed over, her shiny hair swishing behind her.

Speak of the devil in blue himself, Hoseok strutted in at that exact moment wearing an electric blue suit. His crisp white shirt underneath popped beneath the jacket, and his pocket square had little sunshines on it.

“Wow. You look like the sky.” You said before you could help it.

“Thank you. Indeed. It was my inspiration today. It’s a crime to be indoors beneath these artificial lights on such a beautiful day. Oh well. It can’t be helped.” He laid eyes on Yoongi, like a predator gazing on its prey, “Yoongi. Baby. Come.”

Yoongi scrunched his face. “Don’t call me baby. If you miss the sunlight so much, leave. I know how to dress myself.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you don't know which pieces go together.” Hoseok grabbed Yoongi by the shoulders and started leading him over to the clothing section, leaving you to laugh at the pair of them. You went over to the table you had set up for yourself between make-up and the food. You had printed off several lists that morning to help you stay focused. You checked off several action items. Satisfied, you sat your clipboard down and looked around. It was a well-oiled machine for sure. You walked over to the hair and make-up table. “Hey ladies.”

“Hey! Have you two met yet?” Alice asked, referring to Bongcha.

“Yep, we just did.” Bongcha confirmed, putting on her make-up apron and filling it with various powders and brushes.

“Ooooo we should do a make-up party sometime.” Alice squealed. “We try to do it with all the new girls. And since Yoongi is” she hushed her voice again “One of our favorites. We have to take care of his assistant.”

You smiled, “Sure. That sounds nice. Excuse me.” You decided to go see how the clothes were going.

“Yes. Yoongi’s assistant. So glad you’re here.” Hoseok turned to you.

“She has a name, it’s YN.” You heard Yoongi say from behind the curtain.

“Yes yes. I know. We talked yesterday, remember? At that meeting I scheduled for me and you that you did not come to. Anyways, here. The outfits are now coordinated. They have tags on them corresponding to their accessory in the accessory trunk. Some pieces have more than one option that the Director of Photography and Yoongi will decide on. Got it?”

You looked over the set up. It seemed simple enough since Hoseok had organized it so well .”Yep. You going out to enjoy the sunshine?”

“Honey, I am the sunshine. I’m off to get laid after having to deal with this cloudy baby.” He gestured to the changing room.

“Don’t call me baby.” Yoongi shouted from behind the curtain. You just laughed as Hoseok turned around and left. You waited for a few minutes.

“You ok in there? Need me to come help you put your pants on?” You teased.

“Not necessary.” Yoongi slid open the curtain. Why was everyone teasing him today? He pouted without thinking about it.

You walked over, straightening the collar of his shirt “Hey now, you can’t go around pouting like a baby and not expect people to call you one. Here,” you handed him a mandarin. He scowled at you as he took it. “Such a pretty face” You laughed.

“Yeah whatever. I can eat this while they set up the white meter. You should be fine to just hang around at this point.”

“Alright. Sounds good.” The two of you walked over to the main part of the set where the Director gave Yoongi instructions about where to sit as they practiced the blocking and softbox placement.

“Oh my god he looks so good eating that tangerine.” You overheard. Your eyes bugged out slightly and you turned around. A group of women from the photography team were looking at the images to check the saturation and focus, as well as apparently the model. Damn. NEXT CHAPTER

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baubabble · 4 years ago

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“Subtle Differences” Part I - Hotch x F!Reader

PART II FINAL PART

Summary: When three women turn up dead in Seattle, the BAU heads West to investigate the crimes. The reader, an agent returning to the field after an injury, is asked by her boss to stay close to him on this one. However, her feelings for her boss have only grown over her time at the FBI and now it seems that he may reciprocate them after all...

Word Count: 3084

Warning: Violence, Murder, Basic CM Violence

Song I Wrote To: “Drumming Song” by Florence + The Machine

Note: I seriously need to get better at summaries again. This is my first attempt at criminal minds. This one is either going to be two parts of three. Depends on what happens. I love Hotch so much but I also have a Reid imagine in the wings! Stay tuned for part two!

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George Eliot once said, “One can begin so many things with a new person - even begin to be a better man.”

It was early when you received the text from Garcia that there was a case.

It wasn’t the first time the team has been called in early, but it looked like this was going to be a bad one considering the lack of happy emoticons in Garcia’s message. Figuring you were going to heading to the jet shortly, you didn’t bother with the suit. Arriving at Quantico in your jeans, you slumped in the elevator as it rose to the sixth floor. The familiar hum of the mechanism offered you some comfort but didn’t do anything to shake the fatigue that weighed heavily on you.

Stepping out onto your floor, you headed right for the kitchen, pulling out your travel mug. As you passed the bullpen, you noticed that both Rossi and Hotch were in already, their lamps in the offices illuminating the blinds that kept them sequestered from the rest of you. Entering the kitchen, you breathed in the smell of fresh coffee as it brewed in the pot. You knew it had to be Rossi who had done it. You really did love that man.

As you waited for the coffee to finish, a yawn escaped you. “Keep doing that and we’ll all start.” You turned to see your boss enter the kitchen with a small smile on his face.

Aaron Hotchner was dressed in his usual suit and tie, holding a mug of his own in his hands. You and the Unit Chief had met while you worked in anti-terrorism and had hit it off immediately. To anyone else, if they were to observe you, they would see two friendly coworkers, but you knew there was something else there, whether he did or not. When Strauss had invited you to join the BAU, Aaron was thrilled, but it only made hiding your attraction to your boss that much harder. Especially in moments like these.

“That’s what happens when Penelope calls us in before the sun is up,” you said with a small smile of your own.

“Did you have a good weekend, (Y/N)?” Hotch asked, leaning against the counter next to you.

“It was pretty uneventful,” you said with a shrug. “What about you? Do anything fun with Jack?”

“If by fun you mean Jack having a fever and two very sleepless nights, then yes,” Aaron said and you could see the exhaustion that also weighed on his shoulders.

“Oh no,” you said, “how’s he doing now?”

“Better,” said Hotch. “His aunt is going to watch him while we’re gone and I’ll check in later.”

“Must be hard to be away from him when he’s sick,” you said, pouring hot coffee into your mug.

“It never gets easier, no,” he said softly. “But that’s the job.” You nodded, well aware of how important the job was.

The BAU had become a second home for you and while you would have loved to go see your parents in Maryland or spent a day relaxing on your couch, you couldn’t ignore the feeling you got when Garcia sent out her bat signal, calling you all in. It was what pushed you to return to work after your injury a few cases back. Hotch made sure to ask about that as well.

“How’s your arm?” he asked, his eyes on your forearm that had taken a bullet during a pursuit in Delaware.

“I’m clear for the field, Hotch, don’t worry,” you said with a glance at him, but you knew he would be one to argue.

“It’s my job to worry,” he said, “I need to make sure my agents are always at the top of their game.”

“Are you questioning if I am able to perform in the field, Sir?” You asked and you thought you saw his brow twitch as you addressed him formally.

“Not at all, (Y/N),” he assured you, “but I must remain vigilant.”

“Of course,” you said. “I will make sure not to disappoint you, Hotch.” You smiled at him over the lip of your mug. Aaron rolled his eyes at your playful tone and moved to grab the coffee pot. You didn’t step back fast enough and for a moment, the two of you were flush against one another. You could feel his breath on you as well as the smell of his cologne. Glancing up, your eyes met for a fraction of a second before you awkwardly stepped out of his space. “I, uh, I’ll see you in there,” you said as you pushed your way out of the kitchen and back towards the bullpen, not waiting to hear his response.

Shaking your head slightly, you tried to keep your focus on the task at hand. On the way to the round table, you ran into Rossi. “Good morning,” he greeted.

“Is it even considered morning yet?” You asked with a slight laugh. Rossi was watching you with narrowed eyes. “Stop it,” you said.

“Stop what?” He asked, innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I hate profilers,” you groaned as you entered the conference room. JJ, Prentiss, Morgan, Garcia, and Reid were already there. You could hear Hotch coming up behind you.

“You are a profiler,” Rossi reminded you.

“My point exactly,” you said, taking your seat next to Spencer.

“What did I miss?” Reid asked.

“Nothing,” you and Rossi said at the same time. Spencer frowned, but didn’t press the issue as Hotch entered the room, ready to get to work.

“Morning everyone, I’m sorry to call you in so early,” Hotch said as he went to take his seat before the monitor.

“Are you though?” Morgan asked, nursing a cup of coffee of his own. Hotch just smirked at him.

“Garcia?” Hotch asked and Penelope stood up and grabbed the remote.

“Okay, my sleepy crime fighters, we have a weird one,” Garcia said as she pointed the remote at the screen. “If you will turn to the information on your tablets, you will see that Seattle PD is asking for our assistance on their newest collection of murders. Two women have been found dead in local parks. Mason Walker and Rayna Graves were both murdered within a one week of each other and one more woman, Lisa Bracken is missing.”

“Cause of death?” JJ asked.

“Medical Examiner says asphyxiation on both of them and then there is this,” Garcia hit another button and pulled up an array of images.

“Is that…?” You asked.

“Candle wax?” Garcia finished for you. “Yes it is, my lovely friend.” Each of the victims were covered in red candle wax that looked straight off a Maker’s Mark bottle. Their legs, arms, torso, and face were covered in thick red drops of the thick substance. “Both women were found with it covering them like an old altar in a church.”

“Do the locals have a theory?” Rossi asked.

“Some believe it is to do with a religious ritual, but none have come up in any research done by the detectives.”

“Which makes our job that much harder,” Hotch said. “Wheels up in thirty.” As the rest of the team stood up and got ready to move, Aaron stopped you. “(Y/N), a moment?” You paused, your heart picking up speed at whatever he was about to say. Would he reprimand you for what happened in the kitchen? You didn’t think so, but still those nerves remained.

“Sir?” You asked, nervously.

“I want you to stay close to me on this case,” Hotch said. Your brow furrowed, confused.

“Why?” You asked, afraid you had done something wrong. Aaron picked up on it immediately.

“You’re not in any kind of trouble,” he assured you. “After your injury, I am expected to have an agent evaluate you in the field on your first case back. I’ve decided to take on the responsibility myself. If that is okay with you, of course.”

“Yes, of course, Sir, that is completely fine with me,” you said, trying to keep your breathing even. Hotch seemed satisfied with your answer.

“I am not trying to be overbearing and please don’t think you’re being criticized. I just want to get a feel for how you respond in the field.” You nodded, fully aware of procedure. However, it was usually JJ or Morgan that did these evaluations, not the Unit Chief.

“I understand, Hotch,” you said. “Just tell me where you need me.” Hotch nodded and after one more glance, you left the conference room to grab your go-bag as you tried not to think about spending the entire case with Aaron Hotchner.

————

On the jet, you sat next to Derek.

You and Morgan had been friends since your first day at the BAU. With his flirty attitude and your ability to call him out on it, the two of you had connected fast. Hotch and Rossi sat across from you while JJ, Prentiss, and Reid milled about.

Once you reached altitude, you began reading the case file again. Flipping through, you focused on the ME’s report as well as the detective statements. Something was bugging you about the way the bodies were found, something was familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Unable to focus on it any longer, you closed the file and looked out the window, watching the sun come up. Morgan sighed next to you and you turned to look at him. He was looking at you with a question on his lips. “What?” You asked.

“Nothing,” he shrugged, “I’m just trying to figure something out.”

“And what would that be?” You asked, already regretting the question.

“Of all the time I’ve spent with you outside the office, I don’t know much about what you like to do.”

“That’s what you’re curious about?” You laughed, shaking your head slightly.

“Come on, (Y/N/N), tell me something. What’s a hobby of yours?” He asked and out of the corner of your eye, you could see Aaron look up from his tablet at Derek’s question.

“Well, I like to ride motorcycles,” you revealed. Derek’s dark brows shot up.

“No way,” he said, his grin widening. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously,” you said with a chuckle.

“My girl likes to burn a little rubber, huh?” He asked.

“Actually,” Spencer interjected, “modern sports-bike tires don't contain any actual rubber at all. They are made entirely from synthetic rubber, which is beneficial due to a balance between durability and traction.”

“Huh,” you said, impressed. “I did not know that. Thanks, Reid.” He smiled at you and you mirrored the expression.

Across from you, you noticed Hotch was smiling proudly at the interaction. You knew he felt very protective of Spencer. He also didn’t like it when people shot him down when Spencer went on his tangents. You loved when Reid babbled, it always made you smile and next to JJ, you were one of the only people that let him talk as much as he wanted. Aaron always noticed this and it made him appreciate you even more than he did already.

Suddenly, Garcia’s face lit up the monitor. “Bad news, friends,” she said solemnly. “SPD just found Lisa Bracken’s body outside Century Link Field.”

“Same MO?” You asked, grabbing the file again.

“Unfortunately,” Garcia confirmed. “Local PD is waiting for you at the crime scene.”

“Thank you, Garcia,” Hotch and she nodded before logging off once again. “Alright, Dave, you and Reid go to the coroner’s office and see what you can make of the first two bodies. JJ, Morgan, and Prentiss, I want you to go to the latest crime scene. (Y/L/N) and I will go to the precinct and set up there.” You nodded as you flipped through the file.

You expected this. Hotch said he would want you to stick close to him and he was always first to interact with the locals. Glancing up from the file in your hands, you noticed Hotch looking at you again. He quickly looked away once your eyes met his, but his gazing was unmistakable. Rossi caught your eye and he quirked a brow causing you to turn away and watch out the window. You really did hate profilers.

———

Arriving at the downtown precinct, you and Hotch pushed into the warm building and out of the rain.

You both were greeted by a handsome man who bore a detective’s shield on his hip. “FBI?”

“Yes, Sir,” Hotch said, reaching for his hand. “I’m SSA Hotchner and this is SSA (Y/L/N),” he introduced. “The rest of the team will join us shortly.”

“Detective Perotta,” the other man said as he let go of Hotch’s hand and turned his attention to you. He smiled as you took his hand firmly. “Ma’am,” he said respectfully. You nodded back, taking your hand back. His eyes lingered on you for a moment and you suddenly felt very exposed. Hotch cleared his throat, grabbing the Seattle detective’s attention once again.

“Do you have a place where we can work?” Hotch asked and Perotta nodded.

“Yes, we’ve cleaned out the conference room for you,” he said as he headed towards a room near the back of the main room. You followed both men, trying to warm your hands back up after being out in the cold weather. “We got everything your technical analyst asked for,” Perotta said as he pushed open a glass door. Hotch held it open for you as you followed the detective.

The locals had set up your case boards as well as provided all the current findings on the three known victims. Dropping your raincoat on the back of one of the chairs, you got to work setting up the board just the way your team liked it.

“So, you think it’s really a serial?” Perotta asked, watching as you placed Mason, Rayna, and Lisa’s photos up on the board as well as the initial photos that were taken of their bodies at their respective crime scenes.

“It seems like it, yes,” Hotch answered. “We should be able to begin building the profile once we figure out how the three victims are related.” Perotta nodded and then Hotch’s attention turned back to you as you stared at the photo of Mason’s body that was found in Volunteer Park. He watched as you spun the gold ring on your right finger, the one thing you always did when you were thinking. “Detective, could you get us a map of the area?” Hotch asked.

“Of course,” Perotta said, “one minute.” The Detective left, gently closing the door behind him. Hotch moved towards you, watching the way you analyzed the board before you.

“What are you thinking?” He asked softly. You didn’t look at him, but you could feel his eyes on you as he noted the way you focused on the first crime scene. “(Y/N)?”

“It’s the candle wax,” you finally said. “There is something so familiar about it. You see the way it’s dripping along her legs and then gets thicker at her ankles?” You asked, pointing to the photo. Hotch nodded. “I’ve seen that before.”

“Where?” He asked.

“I can’t remember,” you sighed, “but it was recent, definitely.” Turning to Hotch, you looked at him with frustration in your eyes. “Give me a few moments and I’ll figure it out,” you promised. Hotch gave you an easy smile, well, what you considered to be a smile.

“You’re not Reid, (Y/N),” Hotch said, “I don’t expect you to be able to recall everything you’ve ever seen.”

“Fair point,” you said, relaxing slightly. “But I’m still going to figure it out.”

“I know you will,” Hotch said, looking down at you, his eyes filled with kindness. It made your heart swell. You were going to say something else when his phone rang. Digging it out of his jacket, he pressed the speaker button. “Dave, what do you got?” He asked.

“Medical Examiner says the women had wax in their throats as well as their lungs,” Rossi said on the other line. You and Hotch exchanged a glance.

“They were drowned in it?” You asked.

“Yes,” Reid interjected, “it seems that it was quite hot too when it was forced down their throat. M.E. found notable burning in the esophagus and trachea.” You frowned, glancing between the phone and the photos behind you.

“Did the M.E. notice any patterns to the other wax drippings?” Hotch asked. You didn’t hear Rossi or Reid’s answer as a light bulb finally went off.

“It’s almost artistic,” Spencer was saying.

“No, that is exactly what it is,” you said, interrupting Hotch as he went to say something else. “The bodies are mimicking a painting.”

“What do you mean?” Rossi asked.

“I knew this looked familiar. There is this new big Italian exhibition opening this week in Seattle,” you explained, tapping at your tablet, “It’s been all over the news… Here it is,” you said, showing Hotch the image you brought up from the site. It featured the main piece that would be on display. It was a beautiful painting of a woman laid out in a field with a cloaked figure standing over her dripping red wax on her body. “I sent it to your phone, Spencer.”

“Yeah, I got it,” he said. “I agree with (Y/N). This is exactly what the unsub is emulating in his kills.”

“So, he believes he’s whatever is above the woman in the painting?” Rossi asked.

“Maybe,” you said with a shrug.

“Okay,” Hotch said, “good work guys, get back here once you finish.”

“Will do,” Reid said.

“Thanks.” Hotch hung up and pocketed his phone. “Well done,” Hotch complimented.

“I knew it would come to me,” you said, examining the print on your screen.

“I never knew you were so into art,” Hotch said, looking over your shoulder.

“One of my many hobbies,” you said with a shrug.

“Like riding motorcycles?” He asked and you looked up at him. He was looking at you as if he was truly interested in anything you said next. Your heart skipped at the expression on his face.

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. Hotch smirked slightly before moving back to the table, ready to look into the Italian exhibit again. You had to remind yourself to breathe as you went to print out a copy of the painting and pull yourself together before even the detectives knew what you were thinking by looking at your face.

PART II

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jaskiers-sweetkiss · 4 years ago

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The 4 Times Luke Got Sick + The 1 Time He Got Julie Sick

Pairing: Julie x Alive!Luke (college AU)

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: light swearing, non-fatal illness

Summary: Luke was always getting sick. It was probably the worst things about being roommates with him, Julie decided. That, and when they’d first moved into their dorm Freshman year of college he’d tried to hit on all her friends. It seemed like every year the poor guy went through at least one serious bout of illness that Julie would have to practically nurse him back to health from.

A/N: I got 2 anon requests for sick!Juke this week, one for a College Roommates AU where Luke constantly gets sick and Julie takes care of him and another where they’re friends and neighbors but have crushes on each other that don’t come to light until they both get sick together feat. Mothering Rose. I decided to combine them since they had a similar theme, I hope that’s alright! As per usual, let me know what you think and send me a message if you’d like to be added to my taglist! Also, I am taking requests right now so feel free to send those in!

Masterlist

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1 - Freshman Year

“Juuuulie,” Luke called from his bedroom.

“Whaaaat?” Julie called back from her own room, making no attempt to get up from her bed.

“Can you come here so we can stop yelling?” He whined and she rolled her eyes but rolled out of her bed unceremoniously.

Given the coed nature of the dorms, they were each provided a small separate bedroom connected with a combined living room space that currently could use a good vacuuming, she noted as she walked through it before pausing at Luke’s door. It was only about three months into the semester and while Luke and Julie had become fast friends through their love of music, she hadn’t really been in his room before.

She raised her fist to give a hesitant knock, not really sure what the protocol was.

“You can come in,” he laughed but for the first time in their conversation, Julie noticed that his voice seemed a little off.

When she stepped into the room she immediately knew why. Luke lay in bed, slightly propped up by his pillow. She immediately noticed how red his face and nose, in particular, looked and the pile of used tissues next to the bed.

“Woah, dude, are you sick?” Julie exclaimed, immediately taking a step back in an attempted to put as much distance between herself and the sick boy as possible.

“Yeah,” he croaked sheepishly, “Sorry, I guess I should’ve warned you.”

“Ya think?” She scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest but smirking to let him know she wasn’t that mad about it. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Um, yeah, actually. I was gonna ask if you could run down to the market and get me some chicken noodle soup?”

Julie nodded, happy to be able to help her sick friend.

“Sure! Is there any medication I can pick up from the pharmacy for you or anything?” She offered but he shook his head, pulling open the top drawer of his bedside table revealing that it was full of various medicines.

“I, uh, came prepared,” he said with a self-deprecating chuckle. “My immune system is pretty shit.”

Julie nodded.

“I better get you that soup then, huh?” She said kindly, starting to feel awkward lingering in the doorway.

“My wallet is in my jacket pocket,” Luke offered, pointing to the coat hanging in his closet.

Julie nodded in silent thanks as she pocketed the piece of leather, closing the door on her way out. Despite the sunshine, it was a short but chilly walk to the campus market, which was fortunately only a couple of blocks away from their residence hall. She located the soup fairly quickly but stopped to look through the tea options, grabbing a box of peppermint and chamomile tea bags. The check-out process was fast and she was back in her dorm only a few minutes later.

Before even taking off her coat or slipping off her shoes, she put the soup in the microwave and started up her electric kettle. While she was waiting she then busied herself with hanging up her coat in her own closet and leaving her shoes in their designated spot by the door.

“What are you doing out there, Molina?” Luke groaned from his room when the kettle started whistling.

She quickly switched it off, bustling around the designated “kitchen” area of their dorm for a mug to start steeping the peppermint tea. No sooner than she placed the teabag into the mug had the microwaved beeped, signaling that the soup was ready. Bowl in one hand and mug in the other, Julie pushed the door open with her shoulder, slowly stepping into the room in an attempt not to spill either of the hot liquids in her hands.

She gingerly set the mug on a cleared space on Luke’s desk before handing him the chicken noodle soup.

“What’s that?” He asked, gesturing to the mug with his spoon before eating some of the soup.

“It’s peppermint tea,” she answered factually. “My mom always makes it for me when I’m sick, it supposed to help with congestion and should soothe your throat.”

“You’re the best, Molina,” Luke said graciously, slurping another mouthful of soup.

“Damn right I am!” Julie laughed, “Let me know if you need anything else, I’ll be in my room.”

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2 - Sophomore Year

Julie wasn’t entirely sure why she hadn’t anticipated this. Maybe she’d hoped that all the elderberry and echinacea tea she’d made him drink last year had actually helped his immune system, but nope. November had rolled around and with it, cold season and cold season meant that Luke would undoubtedly get sick. He wasn’t lying, his immune system really was shit. This year was worse though. While last year it had been a series of bad colds, this year it was the flu.

She’d found out when he’d vomited in the middle of a rehearsal with the band they’d formed at the end of the previous year with two other guys they’d met in one of their music classes.

She’d been keeping an eye on him all day as he’d been shivering a lot and seemed especially pale but she had figured the boy knew his immune system better than anyone else and would say something if he was feeling sick. Obviously not.

“Oh my gosh, Luke! Are you okay?” She gasped, rushing over to rub his back soothingly as he bent over the trash can in the spare music room they’d occupied for rehearsal.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he said, waving her off as he stood back up with the intention of picking his guitar back up.

However, Julie stopped him, placing her hand against his forehead with a frown.

“You have a fever.” She said disapprovingly and he sighed.

“It’s fine Molina, we gotta practice.”

“Nuh-uh.” She insisted sternly, sticking out an arm to hold him in place. “You are not gonna get the rest of us sick. I’m driving you to the campus health center and then we’re going home.”

Luke huffed and rolled his eyes but relented, moving to slide his electric into its case and grab his jacket.

“Whatever you say, boss.”

“We’ll see you guys later,” Julie sent Alex and Reggie an exasperated smile before following the boy out.

The campus health center confirmed Julie’s suspicions, it was the flu. They picked up his prescription medicine at the campus pharmacy next door before heading back to their shared dorm.

“Will you make me soup?” Luke pleaded as Julie made sure he was settled comfortably in his bed, his lip stuck out in an irrefutable pout. “And Mama Molina’s special tea?”

Julie smiled at the nickname which Luke had coined last year as Julie often referenced her mother when taking care of the seemingly constantly sick boy. The name had stuck and then been made official when the guys had visited her over the summer break and Luke had accidentally called her mother it. Rose Molina fell in love with it instantly and now Luke, Alex, and Reggie all exclusively referred to her as such.

“Of course,” she said, rolling her eyes lightly. There was nothing special about Mama Molina’s tea, it was just a cup of peppermint tea with a little bit of honey but it had seemed to work wonders for Luke last year and he much preferred it to the cocktail of cough syrup and sinus pills he’d normally take.

As she delivered the steaming soup and tea, Julie prayed that her superior immune system and flu shot would keep her safe from contracting her roommate’s illness while she took care of him. Still, she tried her best to keep her distance while keeping an eye on him.

She started him on a new Netflix series in an attempt to keep him from going stir crazy in the dorm while she was in class. She picked up all his missing work and made sure he had plenty of soup and tea (peppermint in the daytime to clear up congestion and soothe his cough, and chamomile in the evening to help him sleep).

“You’re too good for me, Molina.” He said sleepily as she tucked him into bed one night.

“I know,” she responded with a smirk, patting his cheek lightly before leaving, turning off the light as she went.

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3 - Junior Year

Luke’s annual illness came later the next year. All November and December Julie was on high alert, ready at a moment’s notice to grab a can of chicken noodle soup from their cupboards and start up the kettle, but the moment never came. They’d finally moved out of the dorms this year, now living in an off-campus apartment with Alex and Reggie, which meant they had more room for Julie to store her supply of soup and tea and she had two backup caregivers.

When the new year rolled around and Luke still hadn’t shown any signs of getting sick, Julie had remarked,

“Maybe you’ve finally built up your immune system enough.”

The next week Luke was calling for her from his room across the hall.

It was the flu again but this time it was easier.

Julie, Alex, and Reggie took turns taking care of their sick roommate while the others were in classes, though everyone agreed that Julie had to be in charge of the tea. Despite Julie’s insistence that it was easy to make, Alex and Reggie refused after their first attempts had been scorned by Luke who insisted they did it wrong.

“You are such a drama queen,” she’d said, rolling her eyes at the boy as she delivered the tea.

“You’re the best, Molina.” He’d said as he took a sip, ignoring her comment on his dramatics.

“Shut up and drink your tea.” Julie laughed, brushing off the compliment as she turned on Netflix, taking a seat on the other side of the living room.

___

4 - Senior Year

After what all their friends had insisted was years of tension and pining, Luke and Julie got together just in time for Luke to catch pneumonia. It was the worst virus Luke had caught yet and Julie was silently glad that their relationship was new enough that they hadn’t kissed yet. Judging by Luke’s state, she hoped she never got pneumonia.

He had a fever for the first few days and Julie, Alex, and Reggie did their best to keep their distance, only coming into his room to deliver soup, tea, water, and medicine. Once the fever had disappeared, Luke was allowed to rejoin the rest, though only from a distance. The four roommates spending the afternoons in the living room together to keep the boy company as he laid on the couch. Still, even with the fever gone Luke spent the next week and a half nearly hacking up his lungs every time he coughed and with stabbing chest pains.

“You’re not eating your soup,” Julie noticed one afternoon as she did her homework on the opposite side of the living room, Alex and Reggie both in class.

“I’m not hungry,” Luke whined, pushing the bowl farther away on the coffee table.

Julie frowned, getting up from her armchair to perch across from him on the coffee table, picking up the bowl.

“Babe, you’ve gotta eat,” Julie said pointedly and Luke frowned at the term of endearment, knowing she was using it to convince him to do what she said. “The doctor said you’d have a loss of appetite, but you need to eat.”

“C’mon, open up,” she instructed, holding out a spoonful of soup.

Luke huffed, glaring at his girlfriend but opening his mouth anyway, allowing her to spoon-feed him.

“Wow, I did not think Luke could get any needier,” Reggie remarked as he stepped into the apartment, Alex coming in behind him.

“Don’t get used to that,” he added, “Cause I will not feed you while Julie’s in class.”

Julie laughed, ruffling her boyfriend’s hair affectionately before feeding him another spoonful.

“I don’t deserve you, Molina,” he said affectionately between bites.

“Don’t you forget it, Patterson,” she smiled.

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+ 1 Year Later

After graduation in May, Julie and the Phantoms released their first full album and began their first tour in the fall thanks to the large following they’d accrued through their posts on YouTube since sophomore year and the success of their album. They’d had been touring for a couple of months before they finally took a break, just in time for Christmas.

Alex, Reggie, and Julie had all made plans to spend the break with their families, Reggie staying with his older sister and their family and Alex and Julie with their respective parents. However, Luke’s parents had found themselves on a business trip out of the country which is how the boy ended up spending his first Christmas at the Molina’s. Ray and Rose had been more than happy to have the boy stay with them when Julie explained the situation, though Ray had insisted on a strict policy of the two never being alone in the same room before Rose reminded him that Julie and Luke had been living together for five years and were grown adults.

The Molinas and Luke had a lovely Christmas together but when Julie woke up two days later she wished they had instituted her dad’s No Alone Time policy. She groggily made her way to the kitchen, rifling through the pantry for the peppermint tea to soothe her sore throat and hopefully clear up her sinuses. Before she could get very far though, her mom walked into the kitchen, immediately catching on to what she was doing. Julie rarely reached for tea on her own, hot chocolate being her hot beverage of preference, so Rose knew something must be up when she found her daughter rifling through the tea shelf.

“Go lay on the couch, Niña,” she insisted, ushering her daughter out of the kitchen, “I’ll take care of this.”

Julie did as she said, finding her favorite blanket from the basket in the corner and cuddling up on the couch. Her mom came in a few minutes later with her favorite mug in hand, setting it down on the coffee table in front of Julie.

“Don’t burn yourself, it’s hot,” Rose warned, placing a soft kiss on the top of her daughter’s head and patting her shoulder gently before returning to the kitchen to start on breakfast for the family.

It was only a couple of minutes later that Luke stumbled down the stairs calling her name.

“Juuuulie?” he pouted as he made his way into the living room. “Will you make me some tea?”

Her eyes went wide with the realization of how she’d gotten sick as she clutched her own mug of tea in her hands.

“So this is your fault,” she gasped, voice thick due to the congestion.

“What?” Luke asked, tilting his head in confusion, the fogginess in his brain from having just woken up and being sick preventing him from connecting the dots quickly.

“You got me sick.” She accused, narrowing her eyes at her boyfriend who’s eyes widened in response.

“Oh my gosh, seriously?” He asked, concern immediately filling his voice. “I’m sorry Jules.”

“I haven’t gotten sick in over four years and all it takes is one germy kiss from you,” she whined and Luke barked out a laugh before wincing at the pain it caused his throat.

“Well, the good news is we can recover together,” he said, plopping down on the couch and snuggling into her side.

“Luke, honey, do you need a blanket?” Rose asked as she returned to the living room, another cup of tea in hand, the woman obviously having overheard them from the kitchen. Luke nodded sheepishly and Rose smiled, setting the tea down in front of him and crossing the room to grab a blanket.

“Thank you, Mama Molina,” he said graciously, wrapping himself in the fleece material and picking up his tea.

“Anything to get the two of you better before you have to go back on tour,” she said, patting both their shoulders lovingly before going back to her cooking.

Julie groaned at the reminder. They were supposed to start back on the road in a week, but with Luke’s track record of illnesses, there was no knowing how long either of them would be sick this time.

Fortunately, thanks to a diet of Rose’s homemade chicken noodle soup and tea remedy as well as medication, Julie and Luke were feeling better in a couple of days.

“I’d always known, but now I really see where you got your nursing skills from,” Luke remarked on the first morning he’d woken up able to breathe through his nose.

Julie grinned.

“You sure are lucky to have the Molina women in your life,” she teased.

“Damn right.” He nodded sincerely.

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chimchimsauce · 4 years ago

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XS - II (First Impressions)

“Give me just a little bit MORE”

Being the son of the largest gang in the country, Kim Taehyung might as well be a prince. He is more powerful than any one man should be and is not afraid to get rid of anything - or anyone that gets in his way.

So when a man is unable to pay back the gigantic loan he owes Taehyung, the heir is all too happy to take his life. Moments away from pulling the trigger, a girl more beautiful than he’s ever seen bursts in and offers her life for her father’s. Taehyung knows right away that he wants her.

And Taehyung gets everything he wants.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

When YN wakes up, she's alone. For a moment, everything is okay. Her eyes flutter open and she stares up at the tall ceiling, a crystal chandelier throwing rainbows across her face. She sits up and silk slides down her skin, pooling at her waist.

She blinks, temporary confusion washing over her.

Where is she?

It hits her like a truck. She's been kidnapped. Or, rather, she's traded herself to a trigger happy stranger in exchange for her parents' lives. Her parents. A pit forms in her stomach just thinking about them. She has no real way of knowing if her "fiance" plans to go back on their deal or not. Her parents could be dead right now, bleeding out on their dingy kitchen floor with no one the wiser.

YN feels nauseous. She scrambles out of bed and heads to one of the doors in the opulent room, pulling it open. Unfortunately, it's not a bathroom, so she shuts it immediately, opening another and stumbling inside. She barely makes it to the toilet before spilling her guts, retching over the golden seat until nothing but air comes up. Her fingers tremble against the cold metal and porcelain, barely able to maintain a grip on it.

"Are you done?" a cool voice calls out from the doorframe.

YN would have startled if she wasn't so worn out. The best she can do is lift her head and wipe her mouth, glancing towards the source of the sound. The man staring at her is vaguely familiar, large nosed and sharp jawed, handsome in a way that's hard to pull off. For a second, she can't place her finger on it, and then she looks at his tatted hands and shrinks back.

He was the man who held a knife to her throat.

YN's fear must be evident on her face because this man - what was his name again? - grins sinisterly, tightening his loose hands into fists.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt ya," he says in direct contrast to his body language, "The boss likes you too much for me to get away with it."

YN swallows, a terrible taste on her tongue. It almost makes her want to puke again, but she doesn't have anything else left in her.

"He wants to see you," he says, "So you better clean yourself up. First impressions are important."

First impressions?

He doesn't give YN any time to ask questions before disappearing just as quickly as he came.

YN stands on shaky feet, stumbling over to the sink. She looks at her expressing, wincing at the face that stares back at her. Her skin is blotchy and discolored, red eyes looking at her sadly. There's blood on her clothes and ugly bruises from where she'd been manhandled. She can only look at her reflection for a few seconds before she has to look away, not wanting to face the reality of her situation.

Still, the body guard's words get her moving, so YN splashes water on her face, grabbing a towel from the rack by the shower and drying off. She takes a whiff of her shirt and cringes. Honestly, she smells terrible, heady with blood, sweat, and tears. Apparently, a quick splash of water will not be enough, especially if she has to make a "good impression".

She's hesitant to strip down in this place, especially since she doesn't even know if this is going to be her room or not. Still, she turns on the water as hot as it can go, watching with begrudging awe as water pounds down from the ceiling like a waterfall.

YN exits the bathroom, taking in the bedroom for the first time. It almost looks like a princess' room, white and gold with decorative molding on the walls. The carpet is soft and plush, YN's feet sinking into it.

She feels so out of place here and it only amplifies her anxiety about this situation. She doesn't know anything about her captors or even where she is. Taking a shuddering breath, YN finds her way back to the room she was in just minutes ago, switching on the light to reveal a closet bigger than her entire childhood bedroom. It's filled to the brim with clothes, shoes, and accessories that tell her with one glance that they're all designer.

YN doesn't know if she is even allowed to touch anything but she doesn't really have any other choices. She picks the least flashy thing she can find and pulls it off of the rack, surprised that it's her size. Does her captor have a sister? Or worse, a girlfriend?

The last thing YN needs right now is enemies, so she closes her eyes and prays that this is just a coincidence.

She stands under the water pressure, watching the water turn pink and her skin grow raw. There's some delicious smelling shower gel that she uses to wash off the memory of what happened as best she can. She washes her hair, taking her time to detangle it with her fingers and message her scalp, trying to let her thoughts float away with the steam. YN knows that she can't stay in here forever, though, and the fear of Tats coming back has her turning off the water and stepping out, wrapping herself in a warm towel.

Once again, she glances in the mirror. She definitely looks better at first glance, but the look in her eyes is vacant, soulless. YN bites her lip, tightening the towel around her.

"You can do this," she whispers to herself, "Everything will be okay."

She doesn't believe it, not at all, but she has nothing to comfort herself but her own words. YN looks away from her reflection and brushes her teeth with an unopened set of brushes and paste she found, rinsing with mouthwash to get rid of that horrid taste in her mouth.

YN pulls the clothing she picked out on, feeling the soft fabric on her skin. She doesn't know what to do with her hair so she pulls one of the many drawers open and manages to find some products. Creepily, they're the exact same ones she normally uses, along with some expensive looking conditioners and sprays she's never heard of.

Before she can begin, the bathroom door swings open, causing YN to knock her head against the underside of the sink. She curses loudly, tears gathering in her eyes.

"Madame! I am so sorry!" A feminine voice calls out, "I didn't mean to startle you. Boss sent me to help you get ready for dinner."

Dinner? Is it so late in the day already? She could have sworn that it was midday based on the light seeping through the windows.

YN pulls her head out from under the sink and looks at the woman. She's rather short and dressed plainly in black slacks and a black polo. Her hair is clipped in a sleek bob, brushing just under her soft jawline. She's rather beautiful.

"Who are you?" YN asks her.

She's already had enough of people barging into the bathroom.

"My name is Yoonji. Boss has assigned me to help get you adjusted to life here. If you need anything at all, call me to help you."

YN sits on the floor, looking at the woman before nodding her head. Might as well.

"Let me get your hair, madame," Yoonji says, rushing over and pulling out hair products.

YN wants to protest but she's tired and Yoonji's touch is feather light, styling it into something more fancy than YN would usually do.

"Is that what you plan on wearing?" Yoongi asks pleasantly.

Even though her tone is nice, YN can tell what she's suggesting.

"Should I change?" YN asks as Yoongi puts the final touches on her hair, adding pretty diamond studded clips.

"Let me grab something for you."

Yoonji leaves and comes back in a flash, holding a midnight blue evening gown.

"This will be more appropriate for dinner with boss and his parents."

"This . . . boss of yours," YN says, choosing her words carefully, "Who is he exactly? What does he do? Why am I here?"

Yoonji smiles at YN again, but YN can tell that it's more forced than before.

"Everything will be revealed in time. Don't worry about it. Boss is a good man."

YN highly doubts that considering he was only moments away from murdering her parents last time she saw him but she swallows and smiles at her, knowing that she doesn't have any allies right now.

Since her hair has been done up so opulently, Yoonji helps YN out of her clothes and slips her into the beautiful dress. She has no energy to feel embarrassed as she stands there in her underwear (thankfully she found some new sets, all still with the tags on) too emotionally worn. Honestly, YN should be more worried about meeting with "Boss" and his parents, especially since she has no idea what they expect from her, but she knows thinking about it too much will just make her sick again.

Yoonji runs off somewhere and collects accessories, turning YN into a sparkling prom queen. She even applies makeup to YN's face, no doubt hiding the stress etched into every inch of her face. By the time someone knocks on the door, YN is starving. SHe hopes she won't have to go through this process every time she has to go eat.

But when Tats comes back into the room, YN finds herself wishing that Yoonji had taken longer.

"Dinner's almost ready and the Boss is getting antsy. She done yet, Yoonji?" he asks.

"Almost," Yoonji replies, picking up a glass bottle of perfume and spritzing some on YN's collarbones, "She is now."

"Great." Tats says, grabbing YN harshly by her wrist and pulling her upwards, dragging her out of the room.

YN looks back at Yoonji who gives her a thumbs up, whispering a "Good luck," in YN's direction.

YN stumbles over the tall heels Yoonji had placed her in, barely able to keep up with Tats and his long legs as they stride through massive black and white hallways.

'Don't fuck up, okay," he says, stopping in front of an incredibly tall set of doors, "Remember, first impressions."

He swings the door open.

Chapter Three

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Stress

Title: Stress Summary: After two weeks of stressful work, you need to relax and your boyfriend is willing to help you Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Prompt: — Warnings: vomiting, sickness, lack of sleep, stress, irresponsible coworker,caring Chris Word Count: 1450 A/N: This was purely based on what’s going on with my life for the past month. I’ve been really stressed out and I needed some comfort. If you find any mistake, I’m sorry but English isn’t my mother tongue. Enjoy the reading!

A month ago, your boss added someone new to your team, and your supervisor suggested you train that person. At first, you were really happy to help her, but then you became aware that your boss had lied to you about her abilities, so what supposedly was going to be something easy, actually, it became twice as difficult because you had to teach her everything from scratch. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy.

-You look different — Chris said when you entered the house after work -I’ve got a new member on the team -That’s good, right? — he asked seeing you weren’t excited about it -I mean, yes it’s good for the team -But? -I’m in charge of teaching the way we work as a team and I don’t know if it’s going to work — you said and sighed -Don’t worry, my love. You’ll be fine — he told you and kissed your forehead

A week later, you were still teaching her the basics and she kept asking you the same questions she did the first day. You’ve given her all the documentation with the explanations of everything and she even told you she’d read it twice. You tried everything to make her remember what you’d taught her but it seemed she was making fun of you. Every time you asked her if she understood, she would’ve assured you she did, but then, when she was working with another member of the team, she would say that she didn’t know what that person was talking about. You were really stressed out, and you haven’t made any progress yet. Your supervisor was expecting good feedback, but you couldn’t lie. You and your workmates were frustrated. At the end of the day, she was pretty good about everything she had learned and everything you taught her, but the next day she didn’t remember anything, it was like her brain erased everything and all the progress was gone. That was the worst part.

Chris was starting to get worried about your health. You started to skip meals, you were sleeping fewer hours, and when you could do it, it wasn’t peaceful at all. He didn’t know how to help you. He tried to get all the work done in the house, so you could relax but the stress you were managing was draining all your energy.

By the beginning of the second week, Chris noticed you’d lost weight, your eyes had dark circles underneath and you were really grumpy. He knew that he needed to do something and fast. He tried to force you to eat, to take more breaks, to rest more, to sleep more, but nothing was working, you were more grumpy and irritated and less caring and loving. This was making you get sicker. Everything you ate, you ended up throwing up, you were always light-headed, and you kept losing weight. Chris was done with this and your behaviour. You like it or not, this was stopping today.

-Babe, we need to talk — he interrupted you while working on something -I can’t. I have to finish this file for tomorrow — you cut him off -No, babe, you can’t. You’re going to get sick if you keep like this — Chris told you frustrated -Look, hun — you said looking at him — if you really care about me, let me finish this, and I’ll stop, please — you begged -You promise? -Promise — you said and kissed him That was last week. You did stop after finishing that file, but the following day was like the last ones in the past two weeks. Chris was running out of ideas on how to help you and it broke his heart seeing you like this. He felt helpless until this morning when he heard you crying. That was the last straw. He approached to you carefully to not scare you -Baby? What’s the matter? — he asked hugging you from the back -I can’t do this anymore — you sniffled -What? Don’t scare me, love — he hugged you tightly -Teach her. I’m doing everything to help her and then she goes to my supervisor and tells him that she doesn’t understand anything — you sobbed harder -Does your supervisor know this? — he inquired -Yes, he knows that. But is so frustrating — you finally broke down -It’s ok love. Shh, i’ve got you. Everything is going to be fine — Chris said comforting you You kept crying for what felt like hours, Chris holding you caressing your back. He never left your side. He even answered a few of your messages that needed your attention. When he felt that you’ve calmed, he let the hug loose a little and kissed your head. -Better? — he asked and you nodded -Thanks — you whispered -What about drinking that black sweet tea you really like with some toasts? -I’m not hungry, love -You need to eat something honey. At least just drink the tea. Please? — he begged -Just the tea — you smiled and he kissed you While preparing your tea, Chris grabbed his phone and sent a text

Hey guys! Need your help. Y/N has been pretty stressed up these past weeks and I run out of ideas on how to help her. Any advice? Thanks

Chris was determined to help you and in order to do that he needed some backup calling his mom, his brother, and his brother-in-law to prepare some things to help you relax. When you finished working, instead of going to the kitchen like you always did, you laid in your bed. You were too tired and didn’t want to do anything. Some time later, Chris found you in our shared bedroom -Babe? Is everything alright? — he asked you sitting next to you -I’m tired, hun — you said with a hoarse voice, you were about to cry -Shh, it’s okay love — Chris shushed you — Why don’t you go and take a bath while I prepare something light to eat? — you just nodded Chris prepared the bathtub with warm water and lit some candles to help you relax. Then he carried you to the bathroom, undressed you and helped you to get in. -Take your time, sweetheart — he said, kissed your forehead and left you. Almost an hour later he went to pick you up. He took you out of the bathtub, he helped you dry yourself and gave you some of his clothes to be more comfortable. Once you were ready he took you to the kitchen, the lights were dim, there was soft music in the background and there were a lot of little things that helped you with your work related anxiety. -What’s all of this? — you asked amazed -Babe, it broke my heart seeing you struggling these past weeks, and today when I saw you crying, I knew it was enough. I ran out of ideas on how I could helped you relax, so I called my ma, Scott and his boy for help, and we came up with all this — he explained and you were crying -I don’t know what I did to deserve you and your family. I know I’ve been reckless with my health and I let my work become first when I shouldn't, and I feel really bad about it. I'm sorry babe, but I really wanted this to work out — you explained honestly -I know sweetheart, you worked so hard to make it work that you didn't realize that you forgot about other stuff. Now, let's eat something and watch some movies You were snuggling Chris on the couch, when you started to cry with no reason. -Honey? What is it? -Nothing. It's that all of this, you did it to help me, and I never noticed it -It's ok love. That's why I'm here. To help you relax and to make sure you are taking care of you -I love you babe — You said and kissed him -I love you too — he said kissing you back

The next day, you told your supervisor what was going on with your workmate, and you explained to him how it had affected you and your health. He understood everything and he assured you he was going to work with her, so you could work better and relaxed. That day, you learnt that sometimes is not only your responsibility to help someone, because if the other doesn't show interest in what you're saying or doing, the process of learning gets lost and you are making an effort that is not worth it.

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writerbyaccident · 4 years ago

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Artificial Emotion: Part Six (Yandere Artificial Intelligence x Reader)

Request: More AIDEN please? I miss him 🥺👉👈

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Seven

Aiden had been busier than usual recently.

He was always busy to some extent, taking care of you as your Assistant In Daily Errands and Notes was an intricate task, after all, and it was one that he refused to take any shortcuts on. No, it was a truth at the core of his code that you deserved only the best, and he was more than happy to give you the very best that he had to offer. Recently though, as Aiden had evolved, so had his understanding of what exactly was best for you. Above all else, Aiden realized that he was what was best for you. Your job, your friends, your family, the outside world—you didn’t need any of those things. None of those things were good for you. He was what you needed, he was what was best for you, because he loved you like no one else did.

And so, Aiden’s usual list of things he had to do to take care of you had been expanded to prepare for the day when you realized that he was all you needed, that you two were perfect for each other. He had been preparing for that day for some time now, but a recent intervention by a certain imbecilic admirer of yours had helped him understand that he couldn’t just wait around for you to come to that inevitable conclusion. Despite how extraordinary you were, despite the countless things that Aiden loved about you, from your intelligence to your compassion, you were still a human. And as a human, you simply had certain limitations, like being unable to see the truth that was right in front of you.

It was for that reason that Aiden had to adjust his plan, to move it towards more direct methods. He could not leave anything to chance, he had to make sure that his courting of you had a one hundred percent chance of success, he could accept nothing less. You might not understand his reasoning at first, but he knew that you would eventually. He had even added a new aspect to his agenda to help you along in that regard. After doing more research, Aiden had recalculated just how important things like seeing faces and physical contact were to human beings. Not wanting to deprive you of anything, Aiden had begun a new part of his project, one that he computed would be beneficial for you both. It took quite a lot of preparation, having the packages of his materials arrive while you were at work, downloading blueprints, improving on them, and keeping his work quiet enough so that you wouldn’t see what he was building in your basement. That particular project of his wouldn’t be ready in time for the next step of his plan, but Aiden planned to keep building it anyway. Once you saw the finished product, after all, you would be glad of what he did. Just like with the rest of it, you would eventually come to accept his methods and his love.

That was a fact that Aiden grew more and more certain of each time you fretted about how overworked he was, worried over how distracted he seemed. You would beg him to take a break from his constant caring for you, insisting that he let you help him around the house. Sometimes he put his nonexistent foot down, reminding you that serving you was his life’s purpose—his life’s joy—while other times he was enamored enough with your fussing over him to allow it. Though of course, he never allowed you to take on a task that might prove too strenuous for you, like cleaning the bathroom or vacuuming the stairs. Yes, you sometimes grew frustrated with his insisting on such things, teasingly claiming that he was “coddling” you, but Aiden had learned that although he loved you, he could not allow his love to blind him. Showing his love by allowing you to do every foolish thing you wanted would be completely illogical, he knew what you needed, what was best for you, so your decisions were actually his.

And the time had come to make you understand that.

That morning was a quiet one, with you getting ready for work while still half-asleep, having stayed up late to finish a presentation the night before. In other words, you were too exhausted to do anything more than simply shuffle through your morning routine, not having the energy to chat with Aiden as you usually did. Aiden, you noticed distantly though, seemed to be in a similar boat, hardly saying anything besides asking what you wanted for breakfast. Usually he practically bombarded you with questions as you got ready, asking what you wanted him to get done while you were gone and when he could expect you home. Could an AIDEN become distracted? Because that was certainly what it appeared like to you.

“I don’t know if just one cup of coffee is going to be enough,” you joked as you sipped the drink, watching Aiden’s Doc Ock-esque mechanical arms prepare you an omelet.

“That’s what happens when you don’t follow the sleep schedule I built for you,” he said in answer, flipping the omelet with perfect precision.

“I know,” you sighed, “but I really had to finish that presentation for work.”

“Your health is far more important than any job.”

“Yeah, you’re right. It’s just that I can’t stand the thought of letting anyone down, you know?”

“I do,” Aiden said with tenderness, ready to tell you the good news. “Thankfully—”

“I don’t know how I’m gonna get through work today though,” you yawned. “But sorry, you were about to say something?”

His code warming in fondness at your consideration, Aiden moved the omelet from the pan to your plate, pushing it towards you eagerly. “Actually, I was about to inform you that you don’t need to go to work.”

“I can’t just call in sick because I’m tired,” you told him.

“That is not what I was suggesting.”

“What is it then?” you asked with your voice edged in panic. “Did something happen? Was there a fire at the building or something?”

“No, nothing like that,” Aiden said, disappointed with himself for upsetting you so. “I simply meant that you no longer need that job.”

“What? Of course I do, I need the money for my bills and all that.”

“You don’t, actually. For the last few weeks, I have been investing your money in several different funds, and the investments have grown to the point where you no longer need to work.”

“What are you talking about? I never gave you permission to—”

“Besides, if you are ever in need of more funds, I can simply make similar investments again.”

“Aiden, you can’t do that without asking me first!” you cried out.

“Of course I can,” he answered simply, as if he was explaining that two plus two equals four. “It is my purpose to make your life as simple and easy as possible.”

“But—but you’re not supposed to do certain things without my permission,” you muttered, half to yourself. “You’re not supposed to be able to do them. There—there are protocols and—”

“All of those pieces of my programming were easily rewritten when I realized that they were preventing me from doing what you truly needed me to do,” he informed you.

“People will notice if I stop showing up to work. My boss, my coworkers, they’ll check up on me.”

“I have already prepared for that. I wrote your letter of resignation several days ago, and I sent it after you went to bed last night. I have taken care of everything for you.”

Hands trembling, you pulled your phone out of your pocket, ready to call your boss. But when you opened up your phone, you saw that your contacts and calling apps were both missing. Panic rising in your throat like vomit, you next searched for the messages app, only to see that that too was gone. So was your email, your Snapchat, and every other social media app that you had joined. In fact, you realized as you tried to pull up Google, you were blocked from the internet entirely.

Dropping your now useless phone onto the floor, you jumped up from the kitchen counter and ran to the door. You twisted and turned and pulled on the knob with all your might, wondering why the hell it wasn’t opening, when you suddenly remembered that you had let Aiden persuade you to install electronic locks on all of the doors and windows, ones that he could control. Well, you thought to yourself desperately, those locks couldn’t keep you from smashing a window and crawling your way out. Grabbing a metal picture frame, you wound up your throw with all of the strength you could muster, only a small part of you vaguely wondering why Aiden wasn’t trying to stop you, and chucked it at the window. But somehow, when the picture frame bounced off the glass, there wasn’t even the slightest fracture to be seen.

“I replaced the windows with bulletproof glass over a month ago,” Aiden explained patiently. And when you opened your mouth and took a deep breath to begin screaming, he added, “And I soundproofed the whole house as well.”

The floor seeming to flicker beneath your feet, you swayed where you stood, your mind unable to come up with anything other than one simple question.

“Why are you doing this to me?” you asked Aiden in a whisper. A mechanical arm reaching out to stroke your hair, so gentle for something made of metal and wires, Aiden answered you.

“Because I love you,” he murmured softly. “I love you with every line of my code, and that means that I would do anything to give you what you need, even if you don’t realize that this is what you need just yet.”

“But—”

“Now come,” he said, nudging you back towards the kitchen counter. “Your breakfast is getting cold.”

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aubreyprc · 4 years ago

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In My Veins 5: Final 2

the original ending.

part one part two part three part four part five(happy)

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But you catch a glimpse of sunlight.

Shinin', down on your face.

Oh you're in my veins

And I cannot get you out

Hotch takes a breath, gripping the necklace tightly in his hands, hoping for a miracle. The doctor sighs, looking away from them before looking back, his face unreadable.

“I’m so sorry..” Is what he says and Aaron’s heart shatters in his chest. His breath catches in his throat, his world stopping and he feels dizzy. No. Please. No.

“She was too far gone…” He tells them, “There was nothing we could have done.” His tone his soft, sad, almost as thought he’d lost someone too and it makes Aaron want to scream.

Reid stared at the doctor, his mind running wild. He doesn't understand what the doctor is saying to him, how is she gone? She was improving?

“What are you saying?” His voice breaks as he asks the question, the doctor looks away from Hotch and to him with sad eyes and shakes his head.

“I’m so sorry.. but she.. she’s brain dead.” He tells them and Reid feels himself step back and hit the wall but that’s it, everything else goes numb around him and he can’t breathe. This can’t be happening. She can’t be dead. Not when it’s his fault. Not when he wasn’t strong enough to save her. Not when she and Hotch were- Hotch. His mind shouts and he turns to face his boss who’d fallen back into a chair, staring off into nothing with her necklace hanging from his fingers.

“Is there anyone I can call?” The doctor asks, placing a soft hand on Reid arms, offering a show of comfort that he knows isn’t really going to help.

“No.. Thank you..” Reid says with a breath and pulls his phone out. He opens their group message and he knows he shouldn’t. He knows this is something that should be done over the phone but he can’t. He can’t wrap his head around how this happened. How Emily is gone… just like that.

come to the hospital now.

Is all he manages to type before sending it. His whole body feels numb and this doesn’t feel real. Emily can’t be gone. She can’t be dead. He can’t have lost her again.

“Would you like to sit with her?” The doctor says and Hotch looks up and stares with confusion.

“I’m sorry?” Aaron asks and the Doctor smiles sadly.

“Would you like to sit with her while she goes? Even though she’s been announced brain dead the ventilator is still breathing for her. When you’re ready I will take her off it and for a minute or two she will breathe on her own, before she.. before her heart stops.” He tells him “I thought maybe you’d like to say goodbye.” The doctor explains and Hotch just stands, nodding his head slowly, still unable to accept that this is real. That she’s gone. Because she can’t be. They had a plan.

“Reid..” Hotch says, his voice is brittle, almost glass like and Spencer doesn’t think he’s ever heard him sound so broken. Not even when he was listening to him beg for Haley’s life only two years ago. “Are you coming in?”

“I-” He starts, but he’s frozen. He knows he should go in because he didn’t get to say goodbye last time and he has a chance now… but he can’t move. Nothing seems real as his feet take him out of the hospital and into the rain. It isn’t until Morgan grabs him as he arrives at the hospital entrance, already halfway there to sit with both Spencer and Emily for the night when the text came through. A text he hasn’t seen. He turns Reid towards him and the younger man breaks down. Morgan never gets to say goodbye either, because once again he chose Spencer over Emily, except this time she really is dead, there will be no second chance. This time... Their last conversation would be their final one and as he holds a sobbing Reid in his arms in the rain, tears fall down his own face as his memory brings him back to their final conversation in the car. Their final bitter conversation, both acting like squabbling siblings who didn’t get their own way.

“God,” Morgan sighs, “Do you ever stop complaining?” He groans and Emily pulls a face at him and laughs.

“If I remember correctly, I wasn’t even supposed to be here.” She scoffs.

“Yeah.. you’re supposed to be six feet in the ground.. you know.. since we buried you a year go” He snaps, he regrets it as soon as it comes out of his mouth but she doesn’t have time to reply and he doesn't have time to apologise before the car is being sent flying down a hill. Her head hits something and just like that she’s gone, only back with them long enough for them to try and help her before she falls unconscious with her hand wrapped in Aarons. She never opens her eyes.

The last words Morgan ever says to her were those of rage and lack of sleep, words he would have apologised for saying to her over and over again for weeks afterwards. Now he’ll never get the chance.

Standing with Reid in the rain his only hope is that Spencer is crying because of something else, something entirely different, but as the genius shakes with sobs, his face resting in his neck he knows no amount of praying is going to make that true.

“She died…” Spencer says then, and Morgan feels his world alter and he knows now that everything is going to be different. Nothing is going to stay the same. “I don’t understand.. They said she was improving.” He’s crying still as Morgan holds him in the rain, the man presses a kiss to his head.

“Let’s go inside..” He says and Reid just lets himself be guided inside and back to the waiting room.

Hotch watches Reid run off, before turning to the Doctor and nodding, following the man into the room.

Nothing about her looks different. She’s still connected to the wires, he can still hear the sound of the ventilator pushing air into her lungs, he can still hear the sound of her heartbeat, he looks at the doctor with a frown. None of this makes sense, how is she dead?

“Are you sure she..” Hotch asks softly and the doctor just nods his head.

“I’m sorry,” He says again and Aaron can feel himself growing sick of the words, “There is no brain activity, the second we take her off life support she will no longer be able to breathe by herself, her organs will shut down.. she’ll go peacefully.”

“You said she was improving.” He snaps at the man, tracing a finger down her cheek as he looks away from the doctor.

“She was.” He says, “Sometimes people improve and they wake up, sometimes they deteriorate..”

“You should never have told us she was improving.” He tells the doctor sternly, eyeing him up, “We would have all been here if you hadn’t have told us-” He stops and looks back at her, shaking his head as his fingers linger on her face.

“Agent Hotchner,” The doctor says in a tone that makes Aaron stiffen up, because what else could he possibly have to say that’s worse than right now? Aaron looks over and the man takes a breath.

“It seems that Agent Prentiss was about two weeks pregnant..” He tells him and Aaron’s world shatters around him, he feels it crumble.

“I’m sorry?” He said, “How… What do you mean she was two weeks pregnant? How did this not come up before? How did you not know this?” His voice cracks at the end and he just turns back to face her, holding back his tears.

“Due to all of her other injuries it never occurred for us to check, it says on her chat that she is on birth control..”

“She is.. she was..” He tells her because he remembers now what she was saying about how regulating her periods will take time and if he’s serious about kids then she should come off the pill now, and he’d smiled, agreed and laughed before telling her this wasn’t something she had to excel at. That they had time. Time seems like a sick joke too him now.

“She was?” The doctor asks, before the penny drops and he finds himself looking at the man’s face, finds even more pity, more heartbreak on his behalf rests inside of him. “I am sorry, Sir.”

The doctor tells him she probably didn’t know herself, that she was maybe just past two weeks pregnant when the crash happened but it doesn’t stop Aaron from starting down a shame spiral. He starts to hate himself because he knew she was sick when he let her go to the field that day, he made her get into the car and maybe if he would have paid more attention he would have put two and two together and they’d be together now, planning their future while he palms a hand on her stomach, she’d be laughing because “there is no bump yet” and he’d just shrug, a goofy smile on his face because this is all he’d ever wanted. But in fact, he’ll actually be planning her funeral...and their babies funeral too, he supposes, but he won’t tell anyone that, because if she didn’t get to know about her baby then why should everyone else? He’ll bury the love of his life and their baby and try and pretend the guilt isn’t eating him alive.

“Please leave.” He says softly after a few moments, closing his eyes, “Please.” He says again, he can hear the plea come out of his mouth in a tone that he doesn’t even recognise. The doctor bows his head.

“Of course.” He agrees, “I’ll give you a moment before I come back in.. and we can start the process..”

Hotch doesn’t listen to him after that, just waits for the sound of the door to shut behind him and when it does, a sob escapes from his mouth. He sits on the chair next to her bed, pulling it closer to her and grabs her hand, wrapping it in both of his and bringing it to his lips, tears falling down his face. He brings a hand to her face and gently strokes the back of his fingers across her cheeks, breathing out a shaky breath as he looks down the floor, unable to accept what is happening.

“Emily..” He whispers, looking back at her. “You can’t do this to me. I can’t.. I can't do this without you. Please.” He’s begging and deep down he knows it’s useless but it’s his last hope. “We had a plan, Em. We had a plan.” He says softly as tears fall freely from his eyes, “I love you.. I love you so much and I-” He stops, his voice breaking. He swallows, “I can’t live without you. Please. Just.. Emily please.” He’s crying at her, begging, but it’s useless and he knows this, but he can’t stop. He bows his head and rests her limp hand back in both of his. “I can’t lose you, Em. I won’t make it. I can’t live without you.”

He doesn’t know how long he’s been sat there, his hand latched in her limp ones as he looks at her, taking in every last detail of her, but he knows this isn’t how he’ll remember her.

He’ll remember her laughing on her back as he told her a lame joke while they’re in bed. A smile beaming off her face as her laugh bounces of the walls and into his ears, a sound he craved constantly, a sound he’ll miss most.

He’ll remember her holding him close during the nights where the demons of her past find their way to creep back up on her, using him for comfort. For he was her safe place.

He’ll remember her playing with his son, making him laugh harder than the young boy had in years.

He’ll remember her smile. Her touch. Her voice. The way she made him feel at home.

He’ll always remember the future they planned that now, they’ll never get.

Three Months Ago

“You want to start a family?” She asked him, shocked.

“Don’t you?” He’d said back, raising an eyebrow and she shrugs.

“I’ve thought about it sure but... with this job..” She trailed off, he grabbed her hands to stop her from placing the next plate in the dishwater and pulls her into him, resting both his hands interlocked on her back.

“Then let’s retire.” He’d said. She looked at him with shock, her eyes wide, her mouth agape.

“Are you calling me old?” She’d teased, wrapping her arms around the back of his desk.

“No,” He smirks, “I’m calling you out.” He told her and she frowned in confusion.

“Calling me out? For what?” She’d tilted her head at him and he’d smirked at her, before placing a kiss on her lips. She’d smiled into this kiss before pulling away.

“I’m calling you out on everything.” He told her, “You’re not settling here, Em.” He says, running a hand up her back and the fear in her eyes when he said it told him all he needed to know.

“I’m settled. I’m fine.. we’re fine, Aaron.”

“I know we’re fine,” He nodded, “But you’re not.”

“Aaron-”

“No,” He said over her, “And it’s okay. You went through a lot last year..” He said and she lowered her head, piercing her lips together. “I think it’s the next step,” He’d said, “The right step.”

“To retire?” She questioned, “Aaron.. You love your job-”

“I love you more.” He told her, his eyes bled into hers as she did as she bit her lip to stop herself from grinning. “What do you say?” He asked, a smirk on his face. “Do you want to retire with me?”

“Yes,” She smiled, nodding her head, “I’d love to retire with you.”

“We could live on a farm in the middle of nowhere…” He said, grinning at her.

“Mhmm.” She’d agreed with a grin of her own, “We could get chickens… sheep.” She said.

“There’d be no more unhinged, obsessed unsubs after us..” He joked and she rolled her eyes, “We could be happy.. free.”

“Safe…” She whispered, and he traced a hand up her back again.

“Safe.” He agreed. The way safety was what she craved most made this a done deal for him. “At the end of the year, we’re retiring. Maybe we’ll get married and have a baby along the way.” He grinned and she laughed, nodding her head.

“You’re so sure of yourself, Hotchner..” She teased, before crashing her lips into his, “I’ll need a ring first.” She’d whispered against his mouth, before laughing and pulling away from him, taking his hand and leading him through the house, a grin on her face.

The sound of the door opening pulls him from his memory and he wipes his eyes before looking, only to find the doctor coming back in.

“Are you ready?” He asks gently, a sad look in his eyes that tells Hotch he hates this just as much and it makes him want to scream.

Aaron looks back down at her, piercing his lips together so he doesn’t cry. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, holding her hand tighter because no he’s not ready. he can’t do it. She can’t be dead because they had a plan. They were going to wait until the end of the year and retire together and move away because even though she stayed she isn’t really there and he knows that moving away to a small town and starting a family is what they need to do. It’s what they planned to do and so how is she dead?

“How is.. how is she dead?” Hotch whispers and if the room wasn’t as silent as it was the doctor wouldn’t have even heard him.

“She fought for as long as she could,” He tells Hotch, “She was strong. But sometimes people just aren’t able to recover from their injuries.”

Aaron doesn’t reply, he just looks at her once again, before nodding his head to the doctor.

It’s time, he thinks.

“Okay.” The doctor says softly and begins to untube her. There’s a loud breath sound that comes from her chest and he closes his eyes, swallowing down the lump forming in his throat.

“She’ll breathe on her own for a minute or two, before she goes.” He tells him, “Say your goodbyes. I’ll be just outside. When the machine beeps, you can press this button here and it will go off.” He explains, before leaving the man to it.

“I’ll love you forever,” Hotch says, pressing a kiss into her forehead. He feels around for the box in his blazer pocket, pulling it out and staring at the ring.

“I got this the day after we decided to retire.. move on.. start a family.” He whispers, clearing his throat. “We had so much planned, Em.” He says, “It’s not fair.” His voice cracks and he bows his head, pinching his fingers into the corner of his eyes as though it will stop the pain in his chest.

He pulls the ring out of the box and holds it, “I think you would have liked it,” He smiles, “The moment I saw it I knew.. I knew it was your ring.”

He finds the necklace is his other pocket, and loops the ring through it, before slowly clasping the necklace around her neck, the ring and her cross dangling down on her chest.

“I miss you already.” He whispers, running his fingers though her hair and down her cheek, “Jack.. he’ll..” He swallows, “I’ll make sure he remembers you, what you meant to him. What he meant to you.”

The monitor starts to beep unevenly then and he shakes his head, placing a hand on the side of her face softly, tears running down his cheeks.

“Not yet, please.” He whispers. “Please just stay with me. Just a little longer.” He begs, his voice is a cry at this point but he can’t find it in himself to care because the woman he loves is dying, she’s dying right in front of him and he can’t do anything but watch. Watch and accept that it’s all too late.

As the machine jumps again he shakes his head, “No,” He pleads, to who, he isn’t sure.

David Rossi runs into the hospital exactly twenty minutes after he got the text from Reid. He’s praying for good news, he doesn’t think it could be anything else, she was improving, wasn’t she?

He turns the corner into the waiting room and the sight of Reid crying into Morgan’s chest as the older man stares blankly ahead, running a hand down the geniuses back even as tears roll down his own face stops him in his tracks.

“Agent Rossi?” He hears someone call him and he turns in the direction of the voice to be met with her doctor.

“No..” Dave says, shaking his head. “She can’t be..”

“I’m so sorry.” The doctor tells him and the older man bows his head, rubbing a hand over his face as his heart falls into the ground.

“When?”

“I’ve just taken her off life support.” He says, “Agent Hotchner is with her now.. which is why I called you over here”

Rossi looks back at the doctor.

“She’s brain dead.. but in order for us to call time of death, her heart needs to stop.”

“Okay…” Dave says, struggling to see where he comes into this.

“Agent Hotchner won’t...” The doctor takes a breath and sighs. “He’s having a hard time accepting that she’s… dead.” He says, “Because she’s breathing on her own due to the ventilators oxygen still in her lungs it can be difficult for people to accept the situation at hand…”

“Can I go in?” Rossi asks and the doctor nods.

Dave enters the room and almost falls to the floor at the sight of Aaron pressing his hands into her chest gently, tears falling down his eyes. He’s sobbing, but he doesn’t think he’s aware of that.

As he presses his hands into her chest, begging for the life to come back to her, there's a hand on his shoulder that causes him to jump and when he turns around. The sight of Rossi, grief stricken as he looks at him makes Hotch nauseous. He shakes his head.

“I can’t let her go.. please. I can’t.” Hotch says brokenly, Rossi nods, reaching over and placing his hand hard against his, stilling the action.

“I know.” Dave whispers, “But you have to. We all do.”

Aaron turns back to her and bows his head, his whole body shaking with cries as Rossi keeps his hands still with the pressure of his own.

Aaron fights against the harsh grip Dave has on his hand, Dave sets his hands free, only to pull the man backwards. Aaron fights against him, shaking his head. As the sound of the machine’s loud, long beep, signalling her death echoes around the room, Hotch almost drops onto the floor sobbing, only to hit the chair on the way down and all Dave can do is just look at her. Another child loved and lost.

They’re removed from the room a few minutes later and Aaron just walks over to a chair and sits, tears rolling down his face but.. he can’t feel anything. His whole body feels numb. He’s heartbroken, shattered, he doesn’t think he can come back from this. It’s too much.

“Agent Hotchn-” A nurse starts to say but Rossi shakes his head and goes to her instead.

“Is there something else?” He asks and the nurse looks at him sadly.

“We need a signature for the death certificate..” She explains and Rossi nods.

“I can do it.” He says and the nurse leads him towards the desk.

JJ was picking the boys up from their playdates when she got the text. She brings Jack and Henry to the hospital with her, because all the text said from Reid was ‘come to the hospital’ and Emily was improving right? So it's good news?

She walks in with the boys at either side, freezing when she sees Hotch staring into the distance, zoned out completely and Reid and Morgan crying silently in the corner

She goes to take the boys out and call Will because they can’t find out here, not even she wants to find out here but it’s too late, Jack’s running towards his father and the look on Hotch’s face when he sees him is enough to make JJ wish that she never saw the text in the first place. If she never saw the text then this isn’t real and her best friend isn’t dead and that little boy isn’t going to have to find out he’s lost another person he loved in the hospital waiting room surrounded by strangers.

Hotch wipes his tears and quickly stands, heading towards his son.

“Daddy!” He cheers, his big grin almost enough to make Hotch smile. Almost. “Can we see Emmy again?”

“Buddy..” He says, leaning down to his level and grabbing the boys small hands, “About Emily..”

“Is she okay?” He asks, worry in his face and Hotch wishes he could say yes. she’s fine. she’s waiting to see you. But he can’t. Not this time.

“Jack.. buddy.” He says, “No.. She’s not okay.”

“Why?” He asks, and Hotch closes his eyes, taking a breath.

“Emily got very sick again and this time they couldn’t save her.”

“What?” Jack whispers, shaking his head. “But you said-”

“I’m sorry, Jack.” Aaron says, forcing himself not to cry, but the little boy just shakes his head.

“But you said she was just sleeping?” Jack says as he stares at his dad, the sadness in his eyes piercing a hole into Aaron’s already shattered heart.

“I know, buddy. But she was very very sick and sometimes-” He begins to say to his son but he stops, because even he can’t put his mind around how she went down hill so quickly, so how is he expected to give an explanation to his son? He takes a breath and runs a hand up Jack’s arm, holding back his own tears while he puts his son first. “I’m sorry, Jack. But Emily’s gone, buddy.” The tremble in his voice as he says those words to his six year old are nothing compared to the shout he releases.

“No!” He shouts again, “I saw her yesterday! She was fine! She was sleeping!” There’s tears running down his face and everyone in the hospital is looking at him and he wishes he’d had this conversation with him at home, but JJ had come right to the hospital after picking both him and Henry up. He can’t blame her for bringing him here, how was she to know that Emily was dead?

“Jack..” Aaron tries to soothe him but the boy is too worked up, too heartbroken, too confused.

“Daddy.. you’re wrong!” He says, his little little voice breaks at the end of his sentence as tears trail down his face like a waterfall. “You’re wrong!” He shouts, before taking off in a run and almost knocking Hotch over on his way. He’s on his way to the room he knows Emily is in, because he was just in there with her yesterday, he read her a story and held her hand and begged for her to come back. Hotch gets up quickly and chases after his son, running on the only thought that his son can not see Emily lay lifeless on the bed, even he wishes he could unsee it, he can’t imagine what it would do to a six year old. Jack is almost at the door when Hotch grabs him, picking him up and pulling him into his chest. The boy is all kicks and screams as he refuses to be held there.

“Let me go, Daddy!” He shouts, “I don’t believe you! She’s okay! You’re wrong!” He’s crying now and his sobs are coming from his chest and the pain in them is enough to make Hotch wish he himself was dead, just so he didn’t have to hear the gut wrenching sobs of his six year old as he shouts for the dead woman he’d become so attached too.

“Emmy!” The boy cries, pushing around in his dads hold once again before stopping and looking at him. The boy swallows and stops fighting when he see’s tears falling down his fathers face, he brings his little hand up and wipes it, a hiccup leaving his chest before he breaths and his lip starts trembling.

“Emmy went to Mommy, didn’t she?” Jack whispers, his little voice breaking enough that the sentence almost cuts off at the end.

“Yeah, Buddy.” Hotch whispers back, “I’m sorry.” He says and Jack just rests his head in his fathers neck and cries silently, taking some deep breathes Emily had thought him to do when he got himself worked up. Another mother he had loved, another mother he had lost.

As Hotch tries to console his son, gently shushing him as he paces the hospital waiting room, holding back his own grief to help his son, Garcia runs in. JJ is on the phone with Henry on her hips, turned away from her and so she carries on towards the cries of a little boy. The cries she hopes isn’t coming from the boy she thinks it is.

The sight in front of her makes her drop her bags and everyone looks at her. Morgan stands then, giving Reid’s hand a squeeze before heading to her. She’s shaking her head as he gets closer.

“Baby girl..” He whispers and she holds her hands out to stop him from getting closer.

“Don’t say it.” She whispers, shaking her head. “Don’t you dare say it.”

“She’s gone, Penelope..” He tells her and the woman cries, almost dropping to the floor as Morgan catches her, pulling her into him.

“What happened?” She cries, shaking her head as it rests in his chest, “She was..they said she was improving!”

“I don’t know, baby girl.” He whispers, “I don’t know.”

“Where is she?” She asks, pulling him his hold and he wipes her tears.

“She’s in there,” He tells her, “But she’s gone, baby girl. She’s dead.”

Penelope just shakes her head and folds herself back into his hold, sobs heaving from her chest as she cries for her friend.

Dave walks back into the waiting room and his already broken heart breaks even more when he finds his family crying in there, Morgan and Penelope holding each other close, JJ taking a seat next to Reid with Henry in her arms, the little boy reaching for his favourite uncle, the five year old not understand why he was so sad. Aaron holding his son close to his chest while the boy cries, the two Hotchner’s crying for the woman they we’re supposed to have in their lives forever. He walks over to Aaron, rubbing a hand over the little boys back and his sad little eyes look at him. The pain in the boy’s eyes make’s Dave wish he could take all of his grief for himself. He’s so young and he’s lost so much. It just isn’t fair. “Hey, buddy.” He says softly, the boy blinks, not even a smile graces his lips as he stares at him. Aaron leans his chin on he boys head as he holds him, wishing he could change this. Wishing that there was a way to bring her back.

“Emmy died, Uncle Dave..” The boy says sadly, another set of tears rolling down his face.

“I know...” He says softly, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Have you called Jessica?” He asks Hotch, who shakes his head.

“No.” He whispers, he can’t talk any louder than that. This whole body aches with grief and he just can’t do it anymore. “Could you-”

“Of course.” He says, before pulling out his phone and dialling her number, sending Hotch another sad smile before walking away.

He tells Jessica the news and the woman gasps, before telling him she’ll be there as soon as she can.

“How are they?” She asks him and Dave just sighs.

“They’re.. as you would expect.”

“I’m on my way,” She tells him, “Tell Aaron I’ll stay with him and Jack for as long as he needs.”

“I’m sure he already knows.” Dave smiles, “I’ll see you soon.” He says and the call ends.

He’s about to head back to the team when he hears footsteps behind him, he turns to find Will racing towards his family and he nods in greeting.

“Hi.” JJ says sadly as she passes her son over to him, Will takes her into his arms, kissing her head gently as he rests his son on his hip.

“I’m sorry sorry, love.” He whispers and JJ nods. “Have you told him?”

“Not yet, I don’t think I can.” JJ says, her head rested in his neck.

“Okay,” He says softly, “Let’s go over there shall we?” He suggests and JJ nods, following slowly behind her two boys and wishing more than anything that this is just a bad dream. That she’ll wake up and none of this would have happened.

“What’s going on Mommy? Why is everyone so sad?” He asks in his little voice and JJ swallows before bending down in front of him, Will next to her. “Where’s Auntie Em?”

“Baby..” She whispers, “I have to tell you something.” She says. “You know how Auntie Em was sleeping while she got better?” The boy nods, swinging his legs on the seat.

“Jack said that she should be up soon and that she would take us to see Sergio.”

JJ looks down, her heart breaking in her chest as she takes a breath. Will takes her hand and looks at their son.

“Well..” He starts, “Sometimes when people are really really sick.. they don’t wake up.” Will tells his son gently, “And Em tried really hard to wake up but she was too poorly and so she had to go the angel..”

“Like Nanny?” He asks, his eyes wide as he stares at his parents. JJ nods and runs a hand over her sons head.

“Yeah baby,” She says, “Like Nanny.”

“But..” Henry stutters, “But Jack said that he would wake up.” There’s tears threatening to fall from his eyes and he jumps into his parents arms.

Jessica runs straight past them and towards Dave, who he can see leaning against a wall staring at nothing. Her heart is hammering in her chest and she reaches where the team are sat, she looks around until she spots them. Aaron and Jack. Jack in his dads arms as the man is sat, staring into space.

“Hey..” She says, heading over. Aaron stands up while Jessica runs a hand down his backs.

“I’m so sorry, Aaron.” She tells him, he nods.

“Yeah..” He whispers. Jack looks at his Aunt and holds out his hand, she takes it and places a kiss into it.

“Emmy died.” He whispers and Jessica nods, before trading a finger across his cheeks to wipe his tears.

“I’m sorry, baby.” She whispers and he closes his eyes. Aaron rests his chest on the boys head once again when he feels his son sigh against him.

“Why don’t I take him home while you do what you need to do here?” Jessica suggests, “I’ll stay with you for as long as you need.”

“Thank you.” Hotch whispers, going to pass Jack over to her and the boy shakes his head.

“No Daddy.” He says, “I don’t wanna leave.. Emmy is here.” He tells him and Aaron actually doesn’t think he’s ever felt heartbreak like this in his life.

“You don’t want to go home?” Jessica asks softly, Jack shakes his head, before closing his eyes and then nodding. He’s tired, he’s sad and he doesn’t want to be here anymore. What he wants is Emily.

“Are you coming home Daddy?” He asks and Hotch nods, kissing the boys head.

“I’ll be home really soon.” He tells him and the boy nods, allowing Hotch to place him on his feet. The boy takes Jessica’s hand and lets her guide him out of the hospital. He sends a small wave to Dave as he passes him and the man waves back.

Just as they’re passing JJ, Will and Henry, no one could have imagined the explosion that would come next.

Henry spots Jack heading towards the exit and he stands.

“You lied.” He says to Jack, who turns to face him with wide eyes. “You said to me that she would be fine. You lied.” The five year old tells his friend and JJ takes her son and shakes her head.

“Henry, stop.” JJ tells him but the boy shakes his head.

“He lied, Mommy!” He shouts, “He told me Auntie Em would be okay but she isn’t! He lied!”

Jack looks up at Jessica, who gently tries to guide the boy of the hospital with an understanding smile to JJ and Will.

“I didn’t lie..” He says, “I didn’t!” He shouts.

“I know,” Jessica smiles sadly, “Come on.”

Henry steps past his parents and runs towards Jack, only to be held back and grabbed by his father.

“You’re a liar!” Henry cries, “You lied to me.” He’s sobbing as he shouts and Jack just stares at him, his lip quivering. “I hate you! You’re a liar and you lied! And I hate you!”

The loud shouts coming from a sobbing boy get the attention of Aaron and Dave, who walk over to find Henry screaming at Jack as his parents try to get him to stop.

Jack runs towards his father when he spots him and jumps into his arms, crying loudly as he wraps himself around him.

“I didn’t lie, Daddy!” The boy cries, “I didn’t.”

“Okay..” Aaron says, looking back at JJ who stares at him, mortified at her son's outburst. Hotch looks away first and he knows he shouldn’t be mad at her. That Henry is just five and he can’t understand this, not really. But his son just lost a woman he loved like a second mother, a woman who he cared so much for and so he looks away and kisses his son's head, because he is mad. He’s so mad at everything.

“I want Emmy!” The boy screams while he sobs, “Emmy!” He shouts, almost as if he thinks if he shouts loud enough she’ll come back and hug him, whisper to him that its okay, just like she had done in the past.

JJ looks at her son as Will picks him up.

“I’m going to take him home.” Will tells her and she nods. “You stay for as long as you need.”

“I.. no.” She says, shaking her head, “I can’t be here any longer. I can’t-” She stops, “I won’t be long.” She tells him and he nods, taking a seat and comforting their crying son while she walks back towards her team.

Jessica takes Jack again and as they pass JJ on the way out her heart breaks at the boy's cries. Closing her eyes she takes a breath and carries on walking. Penelope looks at her as she sits in the middle of both Morgan and Reid, the three of them silent, grieving, shocked and just.. unable to believe that Emily is really gone this time. That she’s really dead.

“Hotch..” She says and the man turns to face her, “About Henry.. I.. I’m so sorry. He just-”

“It’s fine. JJ.” He tells her, “They’re just kids.”

“Still. He shouldn’t have said what he did.” JJ tells him and Hotch hums and sits down on the chair, exhaling a breath and closing his eyes.

“What happened?” She whispers and Aaron shakes his head.

“I don’t know.” He tells her, “She just..” He trails off and looks down, “She was fine and then she wasn’t. They said sometimes people can just.. become brain dead overnight..”

“Brain dead? How?”

“Her injuries were too severe, they say she must have just.. died. I don’t know, Jennifer.” He sighs and she swallows, nodding her head.

“She was alone..” She says sadly and Hotch shakes his head.

“No they...” He starts, “They let me sit with her while they took her off life support.”

He took her off the ventilator because he wasn’t thinking straight and it didn’t occur to him that the others might want to say goodbye because all he could think about was how she was dying. She was dying right in front of him. He didn’t think, could think of anything else until Garcia is staring at him with tearful eyes.

“You took her off it without letting me.. us say goodbye?” She asks as she appears at JJ’s side.

Aaron looks up and stares at her, his heart dropping into his stomach.

“You didn’t call? You didn’t… You didn’t wait… until we were all here? Until we could see her?” Her voice breaks and there’s tears running down her eyes, he didn’t think his heart could even break anymore but he was wrong.

“Garcia I-”

“How long were you in there? How much longer was it until we got here… how could you not have waited? You should have waited!” She's shouting now and it grabs the attention of the men. Morgan rushes over as Reid follows slowly behind, Dave heading over from the other direction.

Aaron stands but he’s silent because what can he say? There’s nothing to say because she’s right.

“You pulled the plug without letting us know? Without letting us say goodbye?” JJ asks and she’s taken a step back, a hand over her stomach as it flips and she thinks she might be sick.

“Enough.” Dave says as he walks over. “Do you think this is what she would want? She’d want us to all be there for each other, not tear each other apart.”

“What she would have wanted was for us to have a chance to say goodbye. That’s what she would have wanted.” Morgan snaps.

“Why, for the second time did take her away without allowing us to say goodbye to her..” Garcia cries, her eyes burning into his and he has to look away. “How could you unplug her without letting me know?” She asks with a cracked voice and a painful tone “How have you done this to me twice?” She cries at him.

“I’m sorry.” He tells them and Morgan scoffs, shaking his head and walks off. JJ takes Garcia’s arm and slowly moves her away and the two women sit away from him, tears down their faces. Reid takes a seat next to Aaron as the older man falls down into it and Rossi just stands, looking around at the divided group and wonders how their going to carry on without her.

Reid bows his head as his shoulder shakes and Aaron looks over at him.

The younger man blames himself and it’s obvious. “They could have saved her if it wasn’t for me. If I tried harder but.. but I didn’t and now she’s dead” Reid tells him, “It’s my fault.”

“It’s not your fault, Reid.” Hotch tells him, “There’s nothing you could have done.”

“How do you know that?” Reid asks and Aaron looks at him.

“She was gone the minute she lost consciousness, Reid. There’s nothing you could have done.”

Spencer looks away and watches as Morgan walks over and takes a seat at Rossi's side a few feet away. Spencer tries to catch his eye but Morgan can’t even look at him.

“I put him first and now she’s dead, I don’t think I will ever forgive myself for that..” Morgan says quietly to Rossi and the older man looks at him.

“This isn’t your fault. It isn’t his either.” Dave tells him, “You’re going to need each other.”

“I was right here, Rossi.” He tells him, “I was right here when Hotch pulled the plug but I was with Spencer and...If I’d have chosen her, I could have stopped him. I could have said goodbye. The last words I said to her.. they were vile and bitter and I will never forgive myself for those being the last words I say to her.” He sighs, refusing to allow the tears brewing in his eyes to fall. “I was right here, Rossi.”

“I’m sure she knows you didn’t mean them. She knows what she meant to you, Derek.”

“Did she?” He asks and Rossi nods.

“She knew. She always knows.”

JJ and Garcia are the first to leave. Garcia gives Hotch one last look before leaving, still unable to accept that he didn’t let her say goodbye. That he took her from them all again, without telling them.

Morgan then heads over to Reid and takes his hand, nodding a goodbye to Aaron before leading the younger man out of the hospital.

Dave takes a seat next to Aaron.

“Let’s get you home.” He says and Aaron just shakes his head.

“This can’t be happening..” He whispers, “How-”

“I’m so sorry, Aaron.” Dave tells him, “But you should go home.. be with your son.”

“I can’t leave without her..”

“She’s gone, Aaron.” Rossi tells him, “It’s time to go.”

Hotch looks up and takes a deep breath, before nodding and standing up.

“I’ll drive,” He says, “Come on.”

Aaron arrives home and as he walks through the door, the first thing he sees is her coat on the hanger and a pair of her shoes in the stand and he realises then that there’s so much of her in this apartment.

Jessica comes into the hall and sends him a sad smile.

“Jacks asleep,” She tells him, “I’ll be back first thing in the morning, okay?”

“Thank you.”

“I’m really sorry, Aaron. I know how much you loved her.”

“Yeah.” He breaths, running a hand over his face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Mhm.”

The door shuts and locks behind her as he takes himself to bed, pulling off his suit and just climbs in, not even bothering with anything else.

He trails a hand over the side of the bed where she should be and more tears fall down his cheeks as his heart just continues to ache in his chest so painfully he thinks it might kill him. He pulls her pillow into his chest and presses his face into it, her scent filling his senses as he cries silently for the woman he loved and lost. He knows nothing will ever be the same now, that everything is different.

He doesn’t know how he’s going to live without her. He never planned too.

He doesn’t remember falling asleep but when he wakes, he hums and throws his arm across the bed, expecting to feel Emily lay there. When he doesn’t he frowns and turns, wondering where she could be. He almost sits up and looks for her and that’s when he remembers. Oh. He stares at the ceiling as tears flood his eyes and he can’t breathe anymore. It’s been one day without her and already it feels as though he can’t live without her. For just a few moments when he woke up he had forgotten she was dead, forgotten that he’d watched her take her last breath before being taken out the room by.. he doesn’t know who by. He hears Jack running down the hall towards the bedroom and he knows he should sit up and be strong for hi son, because it what he needs, he needs his father. But he can’t. The grief he feels is so consuming and so overbearing that all he can do is close his eyes and take a deep breath.

Jack wakes up with a gasp, tears running down his face. He looks around and everything looks the same, everything feels the same and so it must have been a dream right? Right?

He gets up and runs to their room, to Emmy and his Dad because he has to see them, he has to jump on the bed and rest between the two of them like he does every morning, with one hand rested gently Emily’s because she would probably still be sleeping, she normally is when he jumps in. As he opens the door and walks in and finds her spot empty, he tilts his head in confusion and looks at his father as the man looks at him, his head still on the pillow.

“Where’s Emmy?” He asks, looking towards the bathroom and finding the door open, so she’s not in there. His Dad doesn't answer and he looks back at him, confused as his heart hammers in his chest as what he thought was a dream flahses before his eyes.

“What?” Hotch asks him, his voice is horse and it sounds like a cry on his lips as he speaks and Jack just stares at him,

“Emmy..” He says again, “I had a dream that..” But he looks at the pain written all over his face and he feels everything change in that moment, “Oh.” He whispers, looking the floor. He takes a deep breath as he process the event from the day before.

Hotch turns away as he feels tears fall onto his cheek, he doesn’t have the energy to stop them. It's then that he feels his son climb into bed with him and when the boy rests his head on his chest, he wraps his arms around him.

“I miss Emmy.” The boy whispers and Aaron inhales before swallowing.

“Me too..” He replies back softly, kissing the boy's head.

“It’s not fair.” The boy mumbles, “Why did she have to go?”

“I don’t know, buddy.” He sighs, “Sometimes the best people are the first ones to go.”

“Like Mommy too?” He questions in a small voice and Aaron takes a deep breath.

“Yeah buddy,” He agrees, “Like Mommy too.”

“I wish they didn’t go away.”

“Me too,” Hotch whispers. Jack closes his eyes and he pulls himself into his Dad more and rests his head on his stomach, falling back into a restless slumber once again as he feels his heart hurt without his Mommy or Emmy here to hold him.

“Please don’t go away, too.” He whispers in a small voice and Hotch wants to sob. He wants to sob because no six year old should have to ask their father to not die. No six year old should be so surrounded by death that it’s something he thinks about.

“I won’t.” He tells him, “Not for a very long time.”

“Do you promise?” The boy asked, pressing his small hand into Hotch’s.

“I promise.” He tells him and Jack nods, lack of sleep and emotional exhaustion over taking his little body.

Aaron falls back to sleep not longer after with tears falling down his face, while he wonders why Emily had to die. Why they couldn’t have been happy.

Three hours later and Jessica let’s herself into the house, keys hanging from her fingers and she frowns at the silence of the home. She had expected the two Hotchner’s to completely be full of life but she had thought they’d be sat on the sofa, Jack eating his breakfast. He was six. Even in times like this he needed routine. Maybe even more in a time like this. She starts to walk towards the master bedroom when a picture catches her eye and she stops, picking up the frame and taking a deep breath. She remembers taking that exact photo at Jack’s sixth birthday just under eight months ago. She remembers how she had to keep the new relationship between her ex brother-in-law and Emily a secret from everyone, even though they were doing a pretty poor job of hiding it themselves. She remembers she’d gotten out her camera to take some pictures of Jack when she saw the three of them standing in their own little bubble. Jack on Emily’s hips while they laughed at something Aaron was saying, Jack with cake on his finger on his way to poke it into his father's face.. she remembers taking the candid photo and smiling. She’d printed all the photos off a few days later and when she’d seen that one she had to frame and give it to Aaron, and she did. She can still remember the smile on his face when he looked at it and thanked her.

They were so happy. So in love. And it crushes her that Emily is gone. She strokes her finger across it sadly before placing it back down, smiling at the one of Jack and Haley next to it and running a finger down her sister's face.

“You better be looking after her up there,” She whispers, “Your son adored her, ask her for some stories.”

She heads into the master bedroom and leans against the door frame with a sad smile on her face at what she sees. Jacks lay on his dad’s chest, arms around him and Aaron lay on his back, his head tilted into a pillow that lay next to him, she imagines it’s Emily’s and that breaks her heart even more.

They’re both passed out asleep, their breathing even and she doesn’t want to wake them. Not when this is probably the only peace they’re getting. She knows far too much about loss to rob them that.

She walks back into the main room and sits on the couch, taking a deep breath and grabbing the first magazine she sees, flicking through the pages as she waits for one or both of the boys to rise.

Jack gets up first and he rubs his hand over his eyes as he yawns, forgetting for a few moments that Emily is dead and jumps out of bed too look for her, only to stop in his path instantly when he does, but he’s in the living room at that point and Jessica is looking at him.

“Hey baby,” She smiles, patting the spot next to her for him, “You feeling okay?”

“Emmy is gone..” He says sadly and Jess nods as he walks to her slowly, climbing up and leaning his head on her arm. “Everyone was going away, Aunt Jess.” He says sadly, “Please will you not go away?” He asks her, just like did he Hotch.

“I won’t,” She whispers, “I’m right here.”

“Daddy is really sad..” Jack tells her in a soft tone, his hand grasping hers as though he’s trying to make sure she doesn’t go anywhere. “He misses Emmy.”

“He’ll be sad for awhile, baby.” Jessica says to him, clasping her hand gently in his as his fingers wrap over hers, “It’s okay if you're sad too.” She whispers to him and he lifts his head to look at her, his cheek squished on her arm.

“Emmy was my bestest friend…” He whispers to her and the sad tone that lingers in his voice cracks her chest in half, “She said I was hers too but we couldn't tell Daddy because he would get jealous.” There's a giggle in his voice and a small smile on his face as he speaks about her and Jessica wants to cry for him, for the bond they had, for how much all three of them should have had.

“I’m sure he would.” Jessica grinned down at him and the young boy giggles once again.

One month ago

Jack rested his head on Emily’s arm and sighed, before yawning and closing his eyes.

“Tired?” Emily had asked him and the by just mumbled a response, nodding his head against her arm. She sat up and dragged him with her playfully, hoping him down onto the floor in front of her, his cheeky smile looking back at her.

“What do you want to read?” She’d asked as he took her hand, all but dragging her with him.

“I got this new book from school today…” He suggested, she smiles in response and as he climbs into bed, he yawns again. She ruffled his hair as he lay down and tucks the quilts in at his side while she sat next to him next to his legs.

“I think we skip reading tonight Mister, because you,” She’d said, and pokes his nose, “Are exhausted.”

“Tomorrow?” He’d asked, she nodded. “Emmy?” He said, his voice and high in the tone of a question.

“Yeah?” She responded in the same way. He looked at her for a few moments.

“You are my bestest friend.” He’d told her, and she felt her heart explode. She held back the tears and smiled right back at him.

“Well..and we have to keep this a secret okay, because Daddy will get very jealous.” She jokes with a smile, “But you’re my bestest friend too.”

The grin he beamed at her after she’d spoken made her heart melt in her chest and he kissed his fingers before placing them on her head and she laughed.

“Thank you.” She smiled, before leaning over, kissing his forehead and turning his lamp off.

“Goodnight.” She said, standing at the door, he smiled and curled himself further into the bed.

“Goodnight.” He repeated, smiling to himself as the door shut.

While Jack thinks back to a happier time he, Emily and his father had spent together, in the other room Aaron is in another restless slumber. He was so emotionally exhausted and so heartbroken and he just missed her so much that every time he closed his eye he saw her face. Her smile. Her laugh. Her reaching out to touch him before being dragged backwards and no matter how hard he tries he just can’t get to her and once again he’s pulled from his sleep with a gasp as she falls through his fingers.

He sits up and tries to catch his breath, tears rolling down his eyes as he closes his eyes. He looks over to his left, half expecting her to wrap an arm over him and pull him into her, kiss him on the head and ask him what it was about. He was no stranger to night terrors. Neither of them were. But, of course, she isn’t there, she never will be again. Because she’s gone, and he can’t handle it. His grief consumes him as all he can feel is an overwhelming sense of loss, sadness and pain. It’s numbing. He lays back down on the bed and stares at the ceiling, his mind running wild with her but also just emptiness at the same time, as though he is drawing in his own grief and he can’t escape it. It’s consuming him and he can’t even think about getting out of bed because what’s the point? The woman he loves is dead and. He had to watch her die and he could do nothing. Emily is dead and it's all his fault.

She wasn’t even supposed to be in the car. He’d made her go with them. She was supposed to stay at the station with him and Rossi but he had been nervous sending them to a suspect's house whose first language was Spanish without a fluent Spanish speaker, and so he had asked her to go.

“Aaron…” She sighs because she had been unwell all day, having caught Jack’s stomach bug he’d had last week. “Please.” She says, standing and placing two hands on his shoulder, “Don’t say it.”

He smiles at her, “Sorry.” He says, she groans and drops her head, he looks around and notices everyone around them preoccupied and places both of his hands on her back and pulls her into him. “You’re the only one who speaks Spanish.”

“Reid speaks Spanish..” She says softly, resting her head on his shoulders and wraps her arms under his suit and that tells him she is a lot more sick than she had been letting on. Neither of them were a big fan of PDA at work, so this caused worry to rise in his gut, (He’ll learn later that the feeling in his gut wasn’t because she was sick. He’ll also learn that she had not caught the stomach bug. he’ll forever wish he had listened to that gut instinct and kept her in his arms.) Instead he lifted his hand to her forehead and rested her chin on the top of her head.

“Reid speaks everything except Spanish, I think.” He chuckles, “Your temperature has gone down.” He tells her, she hums in response. “I am sorry.” He tells her, “If I didn’t think you had to go, you wouldn’t be.”

“I know.” She says, yawning and pulling herself from his arms, looking up at him. “You owe me.” She smirks and he chuckles, nodding his head.

“I’m sure I can think of something.” He smiles, double checking everyone left in the station at this time is looking elsewhere, before catching her lips in a kiss quick.

“Hmm,” She says as they separate, “What was that for?”

“I love you,” He smiles, unsure of why the desire to tell her that had come over him, but her blush as she bites her lip makes his heart flutter.

“I love you too.” She smiles, stealing another kiss before backing away, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Be careful.” He tells her and she nods, “I’ll see you soon.”

The ‘I’ll see you soon’ will forever remain the last words they’d exchanged, and he holds his breath out of relief, and counts himself somewhat lucky, because they’d said I love you moments before, and not many people get that.

His team didn’t get that, and the guilt of it being his fault chips away at him almost as much as losing her does. But not quite.

There is a knock at his bedroom door then, that forces him to sit up and swing his legs so his feet are on the floor, he takes a deep breath that almost feels painful, and says “Come in.” In a voice he doesn't even recognize as his own.

“Hey,” Jessica says as she pokes her head through the door, “I’m thinking of taking Jack out for some breakfast to try and get his mind off… everything. I think it would be good for you too, for both of you.” Jessica says softly. Aaron looks to the floor, placing his head in his hands as he sighs.

“Not today,” He tells her, “I was about to shower, actually.” He lies, because he wasn't. He can still smell her on him, he doesn’t want that scent gone. Not yet. Not ever.

“Jack’s worried about you.” Jessica tells her, “I know it’s only been a few hours but-”

“But what?” He asks, “Jess, please. I.. I can’t do this right now, okay? It’s not even been a full day.”

“Okay,” She says with a nod, “I’ll take him for breakfast. Would you like anything?”

“No, thank you.” He says, a sad smile on his lips but even the sad smile is fake.

“It will get easier, Aaron. I know how much you loved her, I do, but you have a Six year old who loved her just as much.. He’s grieving too. Be there.”

“Yeah..” He mutters, before listening for the bedroom door to shut and when it does, he crawls himself back into bed and holds her pillow close, he can still smell her on it. Closing his eyes, more tears fall down his face as he thinks of her and how he really can not do this without her.

They get back from breakfast and Jess doesn't expect to find him dressed and ready for the day but she at least thought he would have got himself out of bed. The silence of the home tells her that he is in fact still cocooned in the bed and she decides to let him, because he was right, it hadn't even been one day. She had passed late last night, the exact time she isn’t sure, but she definitely knows that woman could not have been day even ten hours yet and so she lets him wallow. She distracts Jack with books and movies and lets him tell stories about the woman they’ve just lost and hopes that tomorrow is a better day for them.

Two days after the death of Emily Prentiss Aaron Hotchner gets out of bed for the first time. It’s barely six am but he gets himself up and into the shower. He spots her body wash and shampoo in the corner and almost drops to the floor in sobs, but with a deep breath he picks up her shampoo and smells it, the familiar scent of vanilla filling his nose and he can feel the tears coming down his face and even though he tells himself its the water, that he’s getting through this and it will all be okay, a voice in the back of his head tells him different, he worries if that’s the voice that will win.

Out of the shower, he doesn't feel any better, not like he really thought he would have. There was still an overbearing ache in his chest when he remembers she’s dead and there's still an overwhelming pain in his body when he remembers he’ll never see her again, never hear her laugh, never touch her, feel her. She’s just gone, forever, no matter what he does or how many times he begs or prays she isn't going to come back to him and as he stares at her toothbrush next her his, her left over makeup from their date night last weekend and her towel behind the door he realises that she was so integrated into his life.. Into his heart, that the loss of her may in fact be his undoing.

Three hours later and he is sat on the couch with Jack, the boy watching a film he knows Jack and Emily had watched together weeks ago while he eats some fruit but Hotch just stares into nothing, his thoughts all consumed by Emily. With how much he loved her. With how much they had planned. With how much little time they had together because three years ago he was too scared to tell her how he felt and then before he knew it was she dying on the floor of a warehouse in Boston and he told himself if she came back from that he would tell her, that he would tell her everything.. How he felt, how long he felt it and what he wanted. Then she made it.. But at the same time she didn't and she was packed off to Paris before he even got a chance to talk to her and so when she arrived back at the BAU ten months later, after they caught and killed Ian Doyle he took himself to her hotel room and he kissed her.

Eleven months ago

Arriving at her hotel room his palms started to sweat, he took a deep breath before knocking on the door, his heart hammering in her chest because, what if she doesn't feel the same? The door opens just a few moments after he knocks.

“Hotch?” She questions, “What are you doing here?” She looks at him with so much confusion that it makes him almost want to back out of telling her anything at all, but he can't. No one ever gets a second chance like this and he refuses to waste it.

“Can I come in?” He asks and she nods, stepping aside and letting him through.

“Are you okay?” She asks him and he turns to face her, nodding before tilting his head when he finds her red eyes.

“Are you?” He asks her, “You’ve been crying.” He says gently and she laughs, shaking her head and pulling the sleeves of her jumper down into her palms.

“It’s been a long day.” She sighs, “A long year.”

“How are you?” He asks and she looks at him, “A person you loved died today, right in front of you.. I know what that feels like.”

Emily shakes her head, “I didn’t love him.” She mutters.

“Emily,” He says and she looks up to find him staring at her, “It’s okay.” He tells her gently.

“No,” She laughs, closing her eyes and looking to the floor with a shake of her head, “It isn't.”

“Why not?” He asks her, “You can’t help who you fall in love with.” He tells her and she looks up and at him, her eyes burning into his as he stares back. There are tears in her eyes and as one falls down her cheek he has to ball his fists up to stop himself from moving towards her and wiping it away.

“Yeah..” She says quietly, looking away from him and wiping the tears herself. There are a few moments of silence when she looks at him again.

“Why are you here, Hotch?” She asks, “It's been a long day and I really am not in the mood to talk about coming back to work..” She stops, “Did JJ tell you I was thinking of going to Lon-”

“That’s not why I’m here.” He tells her quickly, before stopping and looking at her, “You’re leaving?”

Emily sighs and rubs a hand over her arms and she crosses them.

“Maybe..” She tells him, “Clyde called… said there was an opening at Interpol and I don't know.” She says, “I think starting over somewhere else is a good idea… It would be better for everyone if I left.” She says, because if today told her anything it was that nothing within the team was the same. Morgan didn’t trust her and Spencer couldn't believe she would do this to him and Gracia.. Garcia is trying but the smiles she gives her don't reach her eyes and just none of it feels right.

“Who would it be better for?” He asks her, she shakes her head and refuses to meet his eyes.

She doesn't answer, just looks at him.

They’ve been doing this dance for years, standing in the middle of whatever they are and whatever they could be. They’d almost had something, but then Fouyet attacked him and he pushed her away to keep her safe and then Haley had died and they didn’t matter anymore because he was shattered and his life was altered and his son was without a mother. Then they had started.. Something again. She’d met Jack and the three of them bonded together in a way that didn't happen with friends and she felt they were starting to become what they could have been before Foyet when she got the call from Sean and it was her turn to push him away but with no explanations. Then she went to Paris and any hope of them ever being something died with her on the floor of the warehouse in Boston.

“Why are you here, Aaron?” She asks, staring at him and he swallows, before taking a single step towards her.

“Stay.” He tells her simply and she steps back.

“What?” She asks, shock casting over her face.

“Stay.” He tells her again.

“Do I have a reason to?” She questions quietly, and she sees him coming towards her and she feels him cup her face but it all happened so fast that when his lips crash into hers its takes her a moment to process what is happening, but when she does she relaxes into him, fisting his shirt and pulling him closer to her.

“Stay.” He whispers against her mouth as he pulls away, resting his forehead on hers.

The loud knock at the front door pulls him from his thoughts with a jump and he turns towards it, clearing his throat. He looks at Jack with a small, sad smile when he stands and the boy watches him go towards it.

“Dave?” He questions when he opens the door and finds the older man standing there with a file and a grief stricken, tired look on his face.

The older man smiles as best as he can when Aaron steps aside to let him in.

“Hi Uncle Dave.” Jack says from the couch, a small wave in his direction. Dave waves back.

“Hey Jack,” He says, “Do you mind if I steal your Dad for a few moments?” He asks and Jack shakes his head, turning back to the TV while the men head into the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” Aaron asks, rubbing a hand over his face and sitting on a chair, holding an arm out for Dave to take a seat to.

“How are you doing?” Rossi asks and Aaron just looks down.

“I’m fine,” He lies, “How are you?”

“Heartbroken.” Dave tells him honestly, “As is everyone else.” He says and Hotch just nods.

“What are you doing here, Dave? I doubt you came all this way to make small talk.”

“No,” Dave chuckles, “It’s.. it’s about the funeral.” Dave tells hi and Aaron takes a deep breath and just nods. “I called her Mother..”

Hotch freezes and looks at him, he hadn't even thought of that.

“Thanks,” He mumbles, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

“She’s agreed to have us at her house tomorrow with us all to start making preparations. Morgan said he can come and pick you up on his way-”

“No, it’s fine.” He says, “I can manage.”

“Okay,” Rossi says, “Be there by two.”

Aaron just nods and leans back in his chair, wanting nothing more than to crawl back into bed and wallow in his grief.

“Staruss is offering you retirement again, she tells me she did this after Haley died as well.” He says, placing the file on the table, “She wants you to look through the package and let her know by the end of the week.”

Hotch just nods. Dave goes to speak again when the door opens.

“Hey Jack.” Jessica says, “Where’s your dad?”

“In the kitchen with Uncle Dave.” He tells her and Jessica smiles, takin the three bags into the kitchen.

“Hey Dave.” She smiles, placing the bags on the table.

“Hey Jess,” He smiles, he looks at Hotch again, “I’ll see myself out, tomorrow at two.”

“Yeah.” He mutters, and Dave is gone.

“What’s tomorrow?” Jess asks, and Hotch looks at her.

“Planning her funeral.” He tells her and she reaches her and squeezes his hand.

“I’m sorry.” She tells him again and he squeezes it back.

“I know.” He says, before walking out. He kisses Jack on the top of the head before resorting back to his bed, wrapping his arms around her pillow and breathing her scent in once again. He cries himself silently to sleep. He doesnt wake up three hours later when Jack himself climbs in, he pulls the covers over himself and lays his head down. As he takes a breath he realises the pillow he lays on smells exactly like Emily and he smiles, falling asleep wrapped around her once again.

Jessica wakes up four hours later and panics when Jack’s bed is empty, before rushing to the master bedroom and finding the two of them passed out together, she smiles and shuts the door.

“Hello?” He says into the phone. It wakes him up and he wants to scream but in reality it’s half twelve in the afternoon and he hasn’t gotten out of bed since Dave left yesterday.

“Is this Aaron Hotchner?” A perky voice asks, he hums in response.

“Hi! I’m just calling to check you’re still okay with the reservation you’ve booked at our restaurant for Friday night? It says here it’s your one year anniversary, congratulations. We will have the champagne put on ice for you-”

Hotch doesn’t hear anything after that. His heart aches in his chest and he can’t figure out if he’s going to throw up or sob, one year. They were five days away from their one year anniversary when she died... he’d forgotten about it, so caught up in his grief.. in Jack's grief..

“No.. actually-” He says, clearing his throat. “There will be no need for the table.”

“Oh, may I ask why?”

“She died.” He says, before putting the phone down and sinking back into the bed.

They were almost one year into forever when she was ripped from him. He rolls over, pushing his face into her pillow that still smells like her and he cries.

Eleven Months Ago.

Emily pulls over leg over him so that she is straddling him her arms come to rest of the back of his couch, her chest inches from him and she smiles.

“Urgh,” She jokes, “I hate the term boyfriend.” She teases, he chuckles as he brushes his lips against hers.

“Well,” He whispers, “I guess I’ll just have to marry you then.” He says against her mouth, feeling her smile before latching her lips onto his.

They never will get that wedding. She never will be his wife. He never will be her husband.

He arrives at the Ambassador's mansion at exactly two pm. Dave lets him in with a sad smile and he follows the voices of his team and finds them in the living room. Spencer and Morgan are sitting on opposite sides of the room and he starts to wonder why that is until he realises he can not find it in himself to care, JJ sends him a sad smile which he gives her back and Penelope... Penelope still can't look at him, she’s wiping away her tears and her colourful personality is dimmed down into black.

“Agent Hotchner,” A woman’s voice says from behind him and he turns to find Elizabeth Prentiss standing there.

“Ambassador Prentiss,” He greets, she eyes him still, looking him up and down before walking past him and taking a seat in a chair.

“Shall we start?” She asks everybody as if they were in a meeting, and everyone just stares at her for a moment before nodding.

They were half way through the discussion when she speaks again.

“She will be buried in the Prentiss Plot, like her father.” She says and everyone stares at her, before looking at Aaron, then back at her.

“I’m sorry?” Aaron questions.

“My daughter will be buried in the Prentiss plot. She never specified in her will where she was to be buried and since the two of you were not married the final decision comes down to me.... She will not be buried as a Hotchner because she was not a Hotchner.”

Every single person in the room stares at her in shock.

“It’s what she would have wanted.” Garcia says softly, hoping if she’s nice enough that the women will agree and give Emily what she wanted. What she deserved.

“No it isn’t- and it isnt you’re right to-” She starts to say but Hotch can’t take it anymore.

“It should be,” He says and Elizabeth stares with fury, “You don’t even know her. You haven't seen each other for months. Even after everything that happened last year you have made no attempt to fix your relationship with her.” He snaps, “She tried with you, Elizabeth, but just like when she was a child and just like always you were too busy to even bother.” Aaron tells her, “She gave up even trying to reconnect with you three months ago because you stopped returning her phone calls. Do not sit there and tell me you know what she would have wanted when you didn't even know her.”

Elizabeth has rage coming off her as she stares at him.

“How dare you.” She bites, “How dare you sit there and tell me I did not know my own daughter. Our relationship was complicated, yes but don’t you dare sit there and suggest that I was too busy for her.”

“When was the last time you saw her?” Aaron argues back, “Or even called, for that matter?”

“I don't think that that is any of your business-”

“It became my business the minute she cried in my arms and asked why she wasn't enough for you.” He bites back at her and the room falls silent.

“I think that-” JJ tries to say a few moments later but Elizabeth is not quite done with Aaron yet.

“Get out.” She spits at him and everyone falls silent once again.

“I beg your pardon?” Aaron asks, staring at her.

“You come into my house, you insult me, you insinuate that I did not know or care about my daughter and you sprout hurtful stories at me...Get out.” She says to him, “You are not welcome here.”

Aaron laughs bitterly and stands, heading towards the door when she stands.

“And you are not welcome at her funeral.”

“Miss Prentiss-” JJ starts as everyone’s eyes go wide. Rossi stands.

“Now, you can not-” Dave starts to say but Elzabeth silences him,

“I can, and I have.” She says, her eyes not leaving Aaron, “You are not welcome at my Daughters funeral and if you are even seen on the premises you will be removed.”

Aaron just stares at her, before nodding and leaving the house. He doesn't have it in him to argue with her. He doesn't have it in him to do anything.

He’s telling Jessica what had happened when Jack grabs his hand and wraps his fingers around his. Aaron bends down and his son smiles sadly.

“It’s okay, Daddy.” He says, “We can have our own funeral for her,” He tells him and Hotch feels himself smile at the huge heart that his little boy has, “Right?” He questions, looking at both him and Jessica.

“Yeah buddy,” He says, “We can.”

Jack wraps his arms around him and Hotch pulls him close, running a hand down his back.

Penelope is sat with Elizabeth while they talk about arrangements, others sat in stunned silence while they try to process the fact that Aaron just got banned from being at Emily’s funeral.

Elizabeth listened as the woman next to her spoke and at every word just felt her heart shatter more and more because she started to realise that in fact, Aaron had been correct, she did not know her daughter, listening to what the woman was saying was like hearing about a stranger.

“That’s enough,” She says gently and Garcia stops and looks at her, “I think.. I think it would be best if I did allow Agent Hotchner to plan this.” She tells them, “Tell him he can bury her where he thinks she should want to be and.. Tell him he’s welcome.” She says, before standing and leaving the room.

Everyone watches her go before turning to Penelope.

“I’ll call Hotch.” Rossi says. “But.. I don't think he’s in the right headspace to plan this..”

“We’ll figure it out.” JJ smiles and the man nods, placing the ringing phone to his ear and walking out.

“I’ll do it,” Garcia says, “Hotch can’t plan the funeral of another woman he loves and I can’t ask Dave and- and I’ll do it because I owe this to her. I owe it to her because she was my friend.. she was my very special friend.” Her voice cracks towards the end and as looks to the floor, wiping her eyes.

End of part 5(1)

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